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My Mate-Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Your team has to find a way to save Rockets life. New enemies appear and sovereign being known as Adam Warlock is entranced by you. How will he react when he meets you?

(Wrote an Adam Warlock one shot a long time ago, but wanted to write an official one with Will Poulter as Adam this time. Hope it's good and I apologize if it seemed rushed and credits for the person who made the gif. Also I'm laughing at the haters who now love Will Poulter and made fun of my crush on him long ago.)

I was taking down a couple of Christmas lights that were still being clung to the ceiling to one of the buildings, a party we had thrown Peter a few weeks with the help of everyone. Though I do wish Peter would've helped, I went to see him but saw him drunk with plenty of bottles scattered around him.

"Mantis, do you think you can wake Peter up?" I call out to her.

"I'll try my best, I'll ask Nebula to help him wake up." Mantis began to search for Nebula and watched them together enter where Peter was. Groot was nearby helping Rocket with a couple of things.

I stopped what I was doing and could feel something wasn't right. Looking around I noticed no one was around and in an instant I felt a gush of wind and the sound of a broken window. I fell back but regained my posture and I looked above and saw Rocket being taken away.

"Rocket!" I cry out when I see Rocket with his eyes closed now.

I began to climb up a couple of stairs and tried reaching at whoever suddenly came to kidnap Rocket from us. I continued to run through the roofs and could hear see below me, Nebule and Groot trying stopping him but he kept avoiding our attacks at first. I grabbed hold of my sword and started walking quickly towards a tall man in red and golden armor.

"Hey! Golden boy!" I shout raising my sword towards him not planning on sparing him if he were to harm Rocket in about way.

The man furrows his eyebrows together continue to hold the raccoon. I hear quick footsteps approach me and look back to see Peter and Nebula.

"You want the easy or hard way, buddy?" Peter says holding onto his blasters.

The tall man in front of me finally speaks. "Who is she?" I ask the man asks continuing to look at me.

Everyone looks around not knowing who he is referring to. "What?"

"Her. That woman next to you." My eyes widen when I see the tall man pointing at me.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Nebula says glaring at him and standing in front of me with Peter.

Peter seemed uneasy and takes his fighting position, "Look man, just go back to where you came from-"

"Every since I was released from the cocoon I've been having strange feelings, confusion and loneliness being the most effective. Now I realize what I need, You."

My eyes widen being surprised at what he's saying and seeing Peter turn to glance back at me with a weird expression.

"You're not making any sense man." He tells the sovereign. "(Y/N), sneak out as fast as you can." Peter mutters under his breath.

"I've been so lonely, I only desire to be with my mate. That human is pleasant to my eyes. Thus I choose her." He says looking at me.

"Whoa whoa I make my own decisions with who I decide to stay or leave. I barely know you!" I exclaim yet can't help the blush spread across my face.

Peter continues to try and block me from him. "Ayesha must've sent this himbo. Alright! You can have her only if you leave." Peter makes a face and see Nebula shaking her head.

"You are not going to put her at bait." She warns him.

"I have a plan.."

"Some of your plans don't work out Peter!"

"I have a right in all of this. And you!" I pushed right last Peter and stepped closer to the tall golden man. "Kidnapping is not okay, especially if you plan on taking something that doesn't belong to you." I point and felt Nebula pulling my arm so I can step back.

We stared at the man who seemed confused and stayed silent for a couple of seconds. "I can't?"

I sigh loudly and face palmed myself. "Are you serious?!"

The man now seemed completely taken back, almost on the verge of tears at my sudden raise of voice. "I was taken out of my cocoon early." Is all he says.

The man seems like a being built like no other species has. He's clearly Ayesha's son. He looks like a god, tall, muscular and seems threatening..but he's…kinda dumb. I tilt my head wondering how he acts looks completely to how menacing he could look to others. For the short while I've see him he acts child like, irrational not knowing exactly what to say or do..

"He's an asshole, that's what he is." Peter says interrupting my thoughts, he now steps forward with me. "Hand us our friend over." Peter says when the man held onto Rocket.

"Alright, we already gave him a warning." The three of us began to fight him, or attempted to since he was too strong for us, Groot also tried to but got cut with only his head remaining. Nebula was quickly thrown to the ground and beaten with only Peter remaining trying to fight back.

I threw Peter my sword so he would continue the fight and I quickly was about run to Mantis's side when I heard her cry until I was tripped and quickly caught myself and saw the man standing back in front of me.

I positioned my fists up ready to fight him back. "I won't go easy on you." I threw the first punch, punching the side of his face, then was about to do it again but he began avoiding it, not fighting back at me.

I groaned angrily and tried to hit him but he would avoid me. "Quit dodging me and fight!" I shouted at him when all he did was simply trip me again. I glare at him and quickly got to my feet.

"You really are a strange man."

"Thank you." He said almost smiling.

"That wasn't a compliment." I bluntly tell him

"My name is Adam if you are wondering."

"I don't care. You hurt my friend." I managed to hit him again and quickly Peter came to my side and began to help me defeat Adam but we were unsuccessful and he left.

Time is quickly running out for us. We've been in search of the High Evolutionary, our friend Rocket is fighting for his life. We had arrived to counter earth and I was guarding the shop with Gamora, well new Gamora from the different timeline.

"I missed you, you know." Was the first thing I said, unsure of what to say since the silence was a bit awkward. I awkwardly adjusted my blue suit and started playing with the sleeves.

"I don't know who you are." Gamora replied glancing back at me.

I decided to say nothing more and crossed my arms over my chest. We used to be an amazing team with her, if it weren't for Thanos past Gamora would still be with us.

"Hey..look." both of us stood up and when we did the ground began to shake. I ran closer to inspect outside and saw that the planet was blowing itself up. This was all planned then. Everyone will die here.

"Gamora, I need you to try and contact either Peter or Drax."

"Hey! Where are you going?!" She shouted when she saw me running outside of the Bowie.

"Trying to save any one I can!" I continued to run outside and saw many of counter Earth's citizens running for their lives, others unfortunately died in the fire. Some of them recognized me of when we landed and began to follow me when I began to motion for them to follow me.

"No where the hell is Mantis and Drax?!" I ask myself and panting while continuing to run.

Another loud and huge explosion happened and I watched the High Evolutionary's ship now beginning to ascend. That's where Peter is! I began to run now faster when the ground beneath my feet started to shake.

"Shit!" I cursed now running faster towards the ship again, I nearly fell when the ground started to crack and fall down. Damn it in not gonna make it!

I continued to run until I didn't feel my feet on the ground, I slipped down and I reached my hands out and tried holding onto the ground above me tight. I cried out and tried pulling myself up but the ground continued to shake and I slipped again. I closed my eyes tight and was prepared to die.

Only that I didn't fall. Well, I did fall but I didn't hit my head as hard as I thought. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself inside Peter's ship, I looked to my side and saw a small creature, a Blurp wagging itself and his what I assume owner now fainted by my feet.

"Adam?" I stared down at him surprised and I reached carefully down and poked him. He's unconscious. So he's the one who saved me.

I jumped in my spot when I heard Gamora cursing and she appeared in front of me. "Where were you?! Never mind help me get him up, I'm going to tie him up."

Gamora walked past me and made it to Adams side. "Now!" She ordered. If I were to disobey her we would have a fight, so I did as she said and helped Gamora tie Adam down. The small Blurp had peed when Gamora shouted at it and felt safe with Adam so it stayed with him while Gamora and I went back to control the ship.

The Guardians of the Galaxy and I were safe, everyone of us survived though mostly disbanded. The High Evolutionary was now dead for all the suffering he placed on innocent animals. Knowhere was now a refuge for people in need. Gamora went back with the Ravagers…Mantis left to discover herself..and Peter left back for Earth.

Drax and Nebula would look after the many experimented children we rescued on the enemies ship. They would make sure they would find a home and look after Knowhere and the rest of it's citizens.

I felt like staying. I wanted to continued helping people, so I stayed with the original Guardians. Rocket and Groot.

Now we had a new members, new Guardians to protect the planet. Kraglin, Cosmo, Phyla Vell and Adam Warlock with his pet Blurp.

I zipped up my suit and got myself comfortable sitting next to Adam. "I never properly thanked you for saving back then." I said nudging him and saw him tense up.

"N-No problem, (Y/N). Glad I can finally be of proper help. I apologize for calling you..my mate." He muttered the last bit and seemed embarrassed by it not scratching his golden hair

I giggle and smiled looking at him. "It was weird but adorable of you to stay that." I reached down and scratched Blurps head and saw it scratching itself with it's back paws.

"We should hang out more often. I know of a place that makes delicious meals, Kraglin and Cosmo recommended it to me. I'll even teach you good songs to listen to, every great 80's and old songs Peter and I used to listen."

"Hang out? Like the t-two of us or the whole team?" Who knew I could have a god stuttering over a simple thing.

I shrugged my shoulders and saw Blurp raving over to Adam and sitting itself over his lap. "I would like to know more about you, so yes, only the two of us should hang out. I don't think our Captain would mind."

I raised my voice and saw Rocket holding onto his gun and turning back to look at us. "Whatever love birds. You can do whatever you want with each other after we finish this mission."

"I am Groot."

"I know it'll just be a date. Why you gotta mention that?!" Rocket said looking up at his partner.

Adam and I stood back up and I reached up to grab his shoulder and felt himself tense back up and shiver. "You're invited to join us next time. So, Adam…"

I turn to look up at him and smiled, "Ready for our date after this?

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x you #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg vol 3 #peter quill #gamora #drax the father #mantis #will poulter

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Flashin’ Lights In A Midst of Darlin’ Nights (5/?)

A fated encounter in The City of Lights changed the lives of an actor and singer forever. And with those darlin’ nights comes even more delights.....

Synopsis: Will Poulter can count on his hands the amount of times he’s been rendered speechless, yet that was until he met singer-songwriter EmJaye. He soon finds himself speechless and dazzled every time he’s in her presence. For Mahalia-Joy, Will hooked her in with his quintessentially British banter. However, in this ruthless industry, a couple needs more to hold onto besides quick laughs and simple awe.

Pairings: Will Poulter x EmJaye (Mahalia-Joy Washington)

Warnings: cursing, adult content, mentions of drugs/alcohol, and discussions around sensitive topics (mental/sexual/physical abuse). (Rated 18+)

Taglist: @vargskelegore, @pocfansmatter, @afro-hispwriter, @unfriendlyblkhotti3, @sarcasticmrfox, @blackpearlbutterfly, @melancholymelanin, @mochachocolatteyaya, @goldentriostan, @multi-culti-girl, @chaneajoyyy, @mauvecherie-writes, @4ftwonder, @jasmindaughteroftheworld, @valkryienymph, @colorfullydone, @earl-aive, @queenshikongo3, @blackreaderatrisk, @pulparindos, @cocobutterqwueen, @xsweetdellzx, @certifiedlesbianbaddie, @realhotgurlshit, @aieshawilliams2001, @imatrisk

A/N: I do not know Will or his family personally. This is solely fiction and any similarities are coincidental. EmJaye was previously mentioned in a Yahya fic, but her character arc is completely different/changed to fit this fic. If you would like to be tagged, please comment or DM me. Enjoy this chapter.

P.S. This chapter talks about mental illness as well as sexual abuse, homophobia, and suicidal thoughts. Please read with caution. Also, the pictures used for Will’s home is not his home; just an idea of what it may look like based on previous interviews.

Philadelphia, PA & London, UK — Mid-August 2022

Will: I understand, sweetheart. Sometimes random things come along. I’ll see you next week. 😘

Although she didn't tell a complete lie to Will, she still felt bad about not telling him the whole truth. She's been going to therapy on and off for years, yet she still couldn't shake how uncomfortable it made her whenever she disclosed seeing a psychiatrist. For the last several weeks, EmJaye's mental health has taken a toll, and despite being happy to begin a new relationship, she could feel herself spiraling out of control. Existing in the limelight was never great for her, however, now with the extra unwanted attention from the media and fans, she needed to speak to her therapist.

As she sat nervously in the waiting area of Dr. Patrice Greene's office, her hands gripped the paper bag containing the pastries she had picked up on the way. The weight of the missed sessions hung heavily on her mind as she anticipated the stern conversation that awaited her. She knew she had let her mental health take a backseat lately, and now it was time to face the consequences.

When her name was called, EmJaye took a deep breath and entered Dr. Greene's office. Dr. Patrice Greene, with her distinctive dreadlocks that cascaded down her shoulders, stylish wired-rimmed eyeglasses, and tawny skin that carried gentle reminders of a life well-lived, regarded EmJaye with a stern expression. Dr. Greene, never one to mince words, wasted no time getting to the point.

"Mahalia-Joy, I must say I'm disappointed that you've missed two sessions in a row. You must prioritize your mental health and honor our appointments," Dr. Greene's voice held a firmness that demanded attention.

EmJaye's heart sank, realizing the gravity of her actions. She offered the bag of pastries as a peace offering, a feeble attempt to lighten the mood. "I...I brought you some pastries. I'm sorry for missing the sessions. There were some things I had to take care of."

Dr. Greene accepted the bag with a slight nod and twinkling eyes, but her expression remained the same. "Apologies are not enough, baby girl. You need to take better care of yourself and understand the importance of consistent therapy. Your mental health should be a priority."

EmJaye lowered her gaze, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude for Dr. Greene's unwavering commitment to her well-being. She knew she needed to make amends and regain control of her mental health journey. "Sorry. It won't happen again."

Warmth overtook Dr. Greene's face and she gave EmJaye a half-smile. Beneath her composed exterior, Dr. Greene was a caring and compassionate individual who had dedicated her life to helping others, and she held a genuine desire for her patients' well-being, always striving to provide the best care possible. She constantly reminded EmJaye of her late grandmother: loyal without fault but with a no-nonsense, straightforward attitude. For the last couple of years, she worked with EmJaye over countless personal issues and helped her heal some childhood traumas, but there was still work that needed to be done.

As the session progressed, Dr. Greene shifted gears, delving into EmJaye's personal life. The topic of her relationship with Will came up, and EmJaye's face lit up with a mix of joy and vulnerability.

"I've been seeing someone; his name is Will," EmJaye began, her voice laced with both excitement and apprehension. "He's incredible, and we've been spending a lot of time together."

Dr. Greene listened attentively, her gaze softening. "That's wonderful to hear, Mahalia. It's important to have someone special in your life. But when do you plan to talk to him about your past, your family?"

EmJaye's expression shifted, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes. "I...I haven't yet. It's difficult for me to open up about my family."

Her life hasn't been easy in the past five years, or rather, the past decade. These experiences left deep scars on her psyche, influencing her relationships and sense of self. For as long as she could remember, she dealt with a lot: from overcoming mental and sexual abuse from her stepfather, her constant battle with depression, and losing her mother to breast cancer while in college. But perhaps one of the most painful chapters in EmJaye's journey was her estrangement from her older sister, Ayesha. The once close bond they shared had been fractured, and the distance between them seemed insurmountable. Their estrangement stemmed from EmJaye's revelation about her bisexuality, a truth she had embraced with courage and self-acceptance. Unfortunately, her sister's inability to understand and accept her sexual orientation created a painful divide that persisted to this day. If it wasn't for the support she received from her father or her solace in music, EmJaye would've hit rock bottom and probably wouldn't be alive today. She used her art as a form of catharsis and self-expression. Through her music, she could channel her emotions, hopes, and dreams, transforming her pain into something beautiful and healing.

Dr. Greene leaned forward, her voice gentle yet unwavering. "Mahalia, these past traumas and the abuse you endured as a young teen will continue to affect your relationships if left unaddressed. Opening up to Will about your struggles and your history is a vital step toward healing."

EmJaye nodded, tears welling in her eyes. Dr. Greene's words resonated deeply within her, reminding her of the importance of honesty and vulnerability. "I know, Dr. Greene. It's just...difficult."

A few tears ran down her cheeks and Dr. Greene moved from her armchair to take a seat next to EmJaye to wrap a reassuring arm around her shoulders.

"You've been faced with so much in your life already, sweetie, and you never faltered," Dr. Greene smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "From what I've read and seen, Will has been pretty vocal about his own experiences with mental health, and he would be an ideal person to confide in. Don't be afraid to lean on him for support and understanding."

Letting out a light chuckle, EmJaye wiped the tears from her eyes and straightened her posture. "He's good, but sometimes I think that maybe I'm too fucked up to be with him, y'know?"

"Mahalia, you and I both know that that's bullshit," admitted Dr. Greene with a dismissive wave, causing EmJaye to scoff. "You're not fucked up, not in the slightest. You cannot let your past define you. You've been through something horrible as a teenager, but you've been working hard on getting stronger. If a man can't understand that, then honey, he is not for you, but I think Will understands and this will bring y'all closer."

The session continued, with EmJaye delving into the complexities of her emotions, the burdens she carried, and the challenges she faced. Dr. Greene provided guidance and reassurance, reminding EmJaye of her strength and resilience. As the session drew to a close, Dr. Greene made one thing clear: EmJaye's commitment to her therapy was non-negotiable. Whether in-person or virtual, she must prioritize her mental health and continue the journey of healing, for herself and for the relationships that mattered most.

EmJaye left the office with a mixture of emotions. The journey toward healing and self-discovery wouldn't be easy, but with the support of Dr. Greene and the prospect of sharing her truth with Will, EmJaye felt a newfound strength within herself.

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Inside EmJaye's expansive loft, the warm glow of the ambient lighting filled the air, casting a cozy atmosphere over the modern-bohemian space. The room was adorned with an eclectic mix of furniture and artwork, creating a vibrant and inviting ambiance. The vaulted ceilings soared overhead, adding a sense of grandeur to the loft, while the wraparound balcony provided a picturesque view of Philadelphia's skyline.

A couple of suitcases, half-filled and strewn about, added an element of anticipation and preparation to the scene. The sound of zippers opening and closing resonated through the loft, intermingling with the soft melodies of Brent Faiyaz's latest album that played from the speakers.

EmJaye stood near her open suitcase, her brows furrowing in concentration as she meticulously folded her garments, ensuring they fit neatly into the limited space.

Imani, her longtime friend and ex-girlfriend, lounged on the couch nearby, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. She watched EmJaye with an amused glint in her eyes, her fingers tapping playfully against her knee.

"You know, Mahalia, it's hilarious to think about you and this new guy, Will," Imani teased, her voice filled with playful skepticism. "I mean, who would have thought that you, this fiercely independent soul, would go for a White guy? It's like a plot twist in a movie!"

EmJaye rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She knew Imani's teasing was all in good fun. Their brief romantic fling had taught them that they were better off as friends, and EmJaye was genuinely happy for Imani and her engagement to one of her backup singers.

"Well, Imani, love knows no boundaries," EmJaye replied, a touch of amusement lacing her voice. "And besides, Will is different. He's kind, understanding, and he gets me."

Imani raised an eyebrow, her playful demeanor still intact. "Oh, I see. He gets you, huh? That's a pretty big deal. So, what's the plan? Are you two gonna make it official?"

EmJaye paused for a moment, a mixture of uncertainty and excitement dancing in her eyes. "I don't know. We're taking things slow, enjoying each other's company. Right now, I'm just happy being with him."

Imani let out an exaggerated scoff, shaking her head in disagreement. "Please, you're spending an entire month at his place in London. Trust me, by the time you come back, you two will be a full-fledged couple."

"You and your wild predictions," EmJaye laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "We'll see what happens."

As EmJaye resumed packing her clothes, Imani's eyes sparkled mischievously. She reached over to the nearby dresser and plucked out a lacy black lingerie set, holding it up for EmJaye to see.

"Come on, girl. You've gotta bring some spice to your London adventure. Don't leave this behind," Imani insisted, wiggling the lingerie enticingly.

EmJaye blushed, a mixture of surprise and reluctance crossing her face. "Imani, seriously? I don't think I need..."

Imani interrupted her by sucking her teeth and rolling her eyes dramatically. "Trust me, you never know what might happen. And besides, it's time to step out of your comfort zone. Live a little, damn! You tellin' me that you gonna spend all that time with him and nothing happens?"

EmJaye hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Imani and the lingerie. Finally, she let out a soft chuckle, giving in to her friend's persuasive charm. "Alright, Imani. Fine. I'll bring them. But don't say I didn't warn you if they end up collecting dust in the back of my suitcase."

Imani grinned triumphantly, tossing the lingerie into the suitcase with a flourish. "That's the spirit! You gotta show that boy your goodies!" She added a slap to EmJaye's ass for a dramatic effect, which earned her a scowl. "Don't look at me like that 'cause you know I'm right. Judging by the pictures from The Shade Room, you got that poor White boy strung already."

At the mere mention of The Shade Room, EmJaye sighed exasperatedly. As usual, The Shade Room was bringing an unnecessary debate on her and other people's love lives, not to mention the many ignorant and cruel comments that followed. From the rude discourse around Will's looks and the fact that he was White as well as her being bisexual, everyone seems to have an opinion on their burgeoning relationship.

"They can fuckin' go to Hell for all I care," she seethed as she zipped up her suitcase. "I don't understand why people care so much. It doesn't concern them, so why they tryna give their two cents?"

"Girl, you know that people are obsessed with you right?" Imani retorted with a look. "So you know that they finna say somethin'."

She shuddered at Imani's reminder of her too many close encounters with obsessed fans. Fortunately for her, she didn't have any stalkers, but that doesn't mean that her fans, especially the male ones, can be quite weird and creepy at times. "It's weird as fuck though."

"I know," Imani said, nodding her head. "People always go crazy for a chick that has a nice body and face. Shit, you put that with a good voice and now you have chaos. The good thing is, we are taking precautions and if Andre doesn't say anything then we're straight."

Andre, EmJaye's dedicated head of security, diligently monitored her online presence to ensure that things didn't escalate out of control. Having been a part of EmJaye's security team for almost two years, Andre understood the importance of safeguarding her well-being. While they had successfully thwarted a few stalking attempts, EmJaye worried that going public with her relationship with Will might attract a new wave of obsessed fans. She had shared her concerns with Will, who, in turn, relayed them to his team, ensuring they implemented additional safety measures.

EmJaye's gaze shifted to the clock on her wall, and her eyes widened with realization. "Oh, shit! I'm running late!" she exclaimed, the urgency evident in her voice.

Without wasting another moment, EmJaye and Imani sprang into action. They rushed through the loft, grabbing the remaining suitcases and loading them into the waiting car downstairs. The melodies of Brent Faiyaz's album faded as they made their way to the car, replaced by the sound of hurried footsteps echoing in the stairwell.

She double-checked her belongings and wrapped Imani in one last hug.

“I’ll lock up everything for you,” Imani said as they parted. EmJaye muttered her gratitude and hopped in the SUV, closing the door behind her. “Go be a thot!”

Imani’s words caused her to shake her head at her antics. The engine roared to life and EmJaye buckled herself in, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

As her driver sped towards the airport, EmJaye's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Thoughts of her upcoming London adventure, her budding romance with Will, and the chaotic world of fame clashed within her. But amidst it all, there was a glimmer of excitement and determination to seize the opportunities that awaited her across the ocean.

The city lights of Philadelphia blurred as they whizzed past, and the airport loomed in the distance, a beacon of possibility and new beginnings. EmJaye took a deep breath to center herself, a coping mechanism she constantly used to calm her anxiety. With her baggage in tow, she headed for her gate, boarding the plane by the skin of her teeth.

Soon, the plane lifted off the ground, piercing through the darkness of the night sky, carrying EmJaye towards new experiences and the unknown chapters of her life yet to be written.

London, here she comes.

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Almost ten hours later, EmJaye’s plane arrived in London around lunchtime. As expected, Will met her at the airport, greeting her with a hug and a kiss. After finding all of her luggage in the baggage claim, the couple headed out to Will’s car in the parking lot, and he drove off in the direction of his home in East London.

"Welcome home," Will said, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he opened the front door. He stepped forward, gently taking hold of one of EmJaye's suitcases. With a gentle nod and a reassuring smile, Will led the way, guiding EmJaye over the threshold and into the welcoming embrace of his home. Will maneuvered skillfully through the hallway, placing all three of her suitcases near the entry closet then averted his attention onto her as she took everything in.

“It’s not what I expected,” noted EmJaye as her eyes widened in wonder, immediately struck by the unique blend of industrial and modern design that enveloped the space. “To be honest, I thought you lived in some bachelor pad apartment in the middle of the city, but this....”

His eyebrow arched as her words trailed off. “Yeah?”

She shifted her eyes onto him and smiled widely. “So much better. It fits you.”

Will couldn't help but notice how radiant EmJaye looked, even after a long day of travel. Her off-the-shoulder knit top and matching shorts accentuated her natural beauty, effortlessly hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun, revealing the graceful curve of her neck. To his pleasant surprise, EmJaye was wearing glasses, framing her eyes in a way he hadn't seen before. The absence of makeup allowed her true features to shine through, revealing a raw and authentic beauty that captivated him just as much as her glamorous looks.

“This used to be a school,” Will informs EmJaye as he strode towards her, his gait slow and steady. “That’s the original staircase.”

Her gaze roamed across the room, taking in the main staircase. The striking centerpiece stood proud with its rugged construction of concrete and brick. It served as a reminder of the building's rich history, now reimagined as a focal point within Will’s contemporary home.

“No, shit, really?” she asked in astonishment. “That’s so cool.”

Taking her hand into his, Will steered her to the stairs. “I’ll give you a tour.”

As EmJaye followed Will through the rest of the house, she discovered more captivating features that highlighted the fusion of industrial and modern styles. The open-concept living area boasted large floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing an abundance of natural light to flood the space. The walls, painted in soft neutral tones, provided a canvas for vintage artwork and photographs.

The kitchen, though compact, exhibited a sleek and minimalist design. Stainless steel appliances glistened against the backdrop of dark, matte cabinets, creating a striking juxtaposition. The concrete countertops added a touch of industrial chic, while pendant lights hanging above the kitchen island emitted a warm glow, adding a hint of intimacy to the space. Throughout the house, EmJaye noticed carefully chosen furniture and decor that complemented the industrial/modern theme. Clean lines, minimalist shapes, and a mix of metal, wood, and leather materials blended harmoniously. The polished concrete floors, while cold to the touch, added an edgy and contemporary vibe.

When they concluded the tour on the upper-level floor of his house, Will stood at the landing of another staircase.

"These stairs go up to the rooftop garden," Will pointed out, motioning towards the staircase. "Unfortunately, there's a thunderstorm coming, so it might not be the best time to check it out. But you can still catch a glimpse of it through the skylight."

EmJaye's expression turned into a slight frown upon hearing about the impending bad weather. She had been curious about the roof terrace, but it seemed like she would have to wait for another opportunity. Leaning over the railing, she looked upward and indeed caught a small view of the rooftop. She noticed the wooden plant boxes brimming with lush greenery. "Interesting. I wouldn't have pegged you as a gardener."

Will shrugged casually. "I try my best to keep them alive. My mum is a real gardening expert. She has a beautiful collection of flowers and vegetables in her garden."

"Oh, so she lives nearby, right?" EmJaye recalled Will mentioning that his mother's home wasn't too far from his own.

"Yeah, my parents reside in West London, specifically in Hammersmith. It's about a forty-five-minute drive from here."

Curiosity sparked in EmJaye's eyes as she asked, "Do they know I'm here?"

Will chuckled and crossed his arms, a playful grin forming on his lips. "Are you eager to meet them, sweetheart?"

EmJaye let out a mock scoff, rolling her eyes in jest. "No, no, no. I can wait for that. I was just wondering if you've mentioned me to them or anyone else, really. I'm just trying to figure out how we're handling all of this."

Her nerves began to surface as she hugged herself, a subtle gesture revealing her underlying apprehension. She averted her gaze, avoiding direct eye contact with Will. They were still in the early stages of their relationship, and though EmJaye enjoyed their time together, she couldn't help but wonder about Will's intentions and where his head was at regarding them.

Her mind buzzed with questions and uncertainties, creating a subtle tension in the air. She wanted to delve deeper, to understand the depth of their connection, but she also feared pushing too hard and potentially jeopardizing what they had. EmJaye hoped for more, for something meaningful, but she also respected the delicate nature of their budding romance. As they stood there, the anticipation and unspoken questions lingered between them, both aware of the uncharted territory they were traversing. EmJaye longed for clarity, for a glimpse into Will's thoughts and feelings. Yet, she understood that these things took time and that they needed to let their connection grow naturally.

With a deep breath, Will mustered the courage to break the uneasy silence. “If I’m not mistaken, we’re dating exclusively. We’ve been spending a lot of time together.” At this, EmJaye nodded in concurrence, urging him to continue. “I mean, I’m not seeing anyone else and I don’t think you aren’t either, are you?”

“No.”

The corners of his mouth turned into a sly grin. “Do you want me to call you my girlfriend? Because I have no problem doing so.”

EmJaye laughed at him, shaking her head. “No, it’s fine, really. I don’t want to rush things even though I’m literally shacking up with you for two months.” She inwardly scoffed at herself at the brevity of the situation.

“Two months?” Will said sotto voce. “Just admit that you’re obsessed with me.”

“Slight change of plans,” she added with a dismissive wave. “Besides, you’re obsessed with me. Do I need to remind you about all the things you’ve said and done when we were in San Diego? The ‘I can’t get enough of you’ or ‘You’re like a fuckin’ drug’? Not to mention the constant kissing and touching and—”

Without warning, he closed the distance between them, capturing EmJaye's lips in a passionate kiss. The world around them momentarily faded away as the intensity of their connection took hold.

Pulling away slightly, Will looked deep into her eyes, his voice filled with sincerity. "Mahalia, you have nothing to worry about. I'm attracted to you, not just physically, but everything about you. I'm serious about pursuing you, about us."

His words resonated with EmJaye, washing away her apprehension and doubts. A sense of relief and comfort washed over her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Will, I feel the same way. It's just... I don't want to mess things up."

He caressed her cheek with his thumb, his gaze filled with tenderness. "We'll figure it out together. No rush, no pressure. Just us, taking it one step at a time."

A soft smile played on EmJaye's lips as she leaned in, capturing his mouth in another lingering kiss. Their lips melded together in a dance of longing and the weight of their unspoken feelings was conveyed in the intensity of their connection. EmJaye's hands found their way to the back of Will's neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, seeking a deeper connection. Will's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed against each other in an electrifying embrace. The softness of her lips against his sent a surge of warmth through his veins, igniting a fire within him that only she could quench. Their tongues intertwined in a passionate rhythm. Eventually, they broke apart, their breaths mingling in the air as they gazed into each other's eyes, their faces flushed with desire.

“To answer your question from earlier, yes; my parents know about you and my siblings. Mum has a Google alert on her phone, unfortunately, and she called me about it,” he revealed to her. “My friends also know about you too.”

“And?” she questioned, eyebrows furrowed in pique interest. “Do they hate me or not?”

“Sweetheart, I’m sure no one hates you,” he says as he placed a kiss on her temple. “And if they do, they’re idiots. But no, they don’t dislike you. Mum says you’re really pretty and seem like a nice young woman, which I agree with. My friends are the same way. You’ll get to meet them in a couple of weeks. I’m hosting a barbeque here.”

“All of them?” she asked, incredulously.

“Majority of them; those who can make if they can. You’ll be fine, sweetheart. There’s nothing to worry about.”

EmJaye couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of meeting Will's friends. The idea of being introduced to a whole new circle of people made her slightly uneasy, but she knew that it was a significant step in their relationship. Besides, she was eager to explore London, a city she had visited before, but she now had the chance to fully immerse herself in its culture and spend quality time with Will.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 made me cry three times.

Hey, that’s one per movie...Yeah, this movie’s awesome.

If you couldn’t tell, this is a very emotional film for sure, and a part of why that works so well is because it’s these characters. The Guardians are some of the most likable characters in the MCU, so seeing them go through a lot of hard stuff in this movie hits ya where it hurts because of how much you care about them. Especially Rocket, who I might not see the same way again after this movie due to his crazy tragic backstory.

Speaking of which, shit gets DARK with Volume 3! Do you like animals? Then maybe don’t watch this one, because there are scenes where animals get tortured, mutilated, mutated, and even killed throughout the film. You don’t see the REAL brutal stuff, but the implications that James Gunn puts in might actually be worse than SHOWING us. But don’t let that make you think we DON’T see any gruesome stuff in this. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 is one of the few MCU projects that EARNS its PG-13 rating, having some VIOLENT imagery and deaths. For example, there’s a moment where you see what a character really looks like, and it might just be the goriest thing the MCU has ever had, which is the biggest compliment I can give.

But despite all that, it’s still funny! Like, REALLY funny! And the jokes don’t spoil and dramatic or serious moment in the film, either...Well, except for maybe one or two scenes, but that’s NOTHING compared to films where the jokes completely harm the final product like Thor: Love and Thunder. Here, the jokes are perfectly placed, are rarely forced in, and are ACTUALLY funny. Me and everyone in the theater were cackling with laughter a LOT throughout the movie. I could barely restrain myself from belting out a laugh or two half the time.

And the action. Holy SHIT, the action! These “trilogies” in the MCU really know how to save the cool stuff for the third movies. Iron Man 3, Captain America: Civil War, Thor: Ragnarok, Spider-Man: No Way Home, and now THIS FILM all feature some of the most epic, creative, and fun action scenes and set-pieces in the MCU. There’s a hallway fight that might just top Daredevil’s due to how violent and creative it is with these characters, their powers, and how they kill people. It really does feel like James Gunn wanted to give the fans a few final cool battles before leaving the MCU forever.

Which brings me to another thing about what makes this movie awesome: It is a clear send-off for James Gunn and the Guardians. The movie makes it VERY clear that this will be the last time all these characters will be together. Hell, the credits features pictures of the Guardians throughout their journies and adventures in the MCU. The most we’ll PROBABLY get are cameos, but other than that, this is the end for most of these characters. And WHAT an end it was.

If there’s anything to complain about, there’s two problems.

#1, Adam Warlock. The character isn’t...bad and Will Poulter nails the voice I always pictured this character having. But he doesn’t really nail who Warlock is in the comics and, overall, he’s kind of...pointless. You can easily write him out of the movie and make a few extra tweaks NOTHING would be missing. Honestly, it feels like the only reason why he’s here is because Volume 2 teased his appearance and James Gunn had no choice but to...bring him in for this last ride. Also, Warlock has the worst costume in the MCU. I mean, look at this:

What even is this?

Which brings me to #2--Which is my most nitpickiest complaint: Star Lord doesn’t wear his mask. Ever. Throughout all two hours and a half hours of this film. It’s part of a bigger complain I have where characters don’t mask up as much as they should in these movies, but it doesn’t stop how distracting it is. I don’t want see Chrisp Ratt’s stupid face in this. I want to see STAR LORD.

THIS! I want to see THIS! And the crazy thing is that Volume 3 finally gives the Guardians their comic accurate uniforms, but don’t go all the way in giving us Star Lord’s mask. Not even the original one they made for these movies. Part of the fun of superheroes are their cool and iconic costumes so it sucks that we don’t get to see enough of that. Imagine if Spider-Man: No Way Home or Captain America: Civil War didn’t have Peter and Steve wear their masks for the big and epic fights, including the finale battles. It wouldn’t be great, would it? Seeing Tom Holland and Chris Evans fight instead of Spider-Man and Captain America.

LET YOUR HEROES WEAR MASKS, YOU COWARDS!

...But other than that, this movie’s a near perfect 9/10 for me.

Now, does this mean Marvel’s back on their game and they’ll be making good movies again?

...We’ll see.

For now, I’ll remain hopeful. Because while the MCU is going through a bit of a rough patch with its films and recent shows, there’s still some fun to be had. I’ll always keep an eye out for what they have next, even if it’s not always as good as it could be, it’ll always lead me to seeing...

A fun, nostalgic thrill-ride that honors Spider-Man and what makes him so awesome.

A touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and how much he and the character he portrayed meant to others.

And this final ride that’s fun, tragic, and complete in all the right ways.

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