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writingwithcolor · 3 years

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Desexualized Mammy & Strong Black Woman, too busy for “frivolous love”

“Alyse” (Anon Submission) asked:

My science fiction story includes a black woman (Talia) who raises two children that aren’t her own and takes on two young adults as apprentices. One of the children she is raises has Arabic background and was taken into her home upon his father’s death (his mother’s whereabouts are unknown). She was a close friend of his father and the closest thing he had to a relative. The second child has mixed French-Latinx background and was taken in after becoming shipwrecked with no means by which to contact her people. Talia was the first non-hostile individual she encountered and one of the few who would so openly embrace a stranger. Since Talia is Master Medic (the highest medical authority in her community) she is training two apprentices (think residency) and eventually mentors the second child as well. She was once married and passionately in love but lost her husband to illness. In this setting, some technology we take for granted is inaccessible and violence against their people is commonplace. Most have experienced sudden loss. This particular loss was the catalyst that drove Talia into medicine- a desire to protect her loved ones and prevent others from experiencing similar tragedy. She is usually kind (though businesslike) but sometimes succumbs to a frigid, furious depression when, despite all her knowledge and determination, she can’t save someone.

I worry that her maternal association with the two children (one of whom is an outsider) mires her in the mammy trope. On top of that, she hasn’t pursued romance since the death of her husband. I’ve considered giving her a romantic subplot but there are already so many characters to keep track of. Furthermore, I just can’t see her engaging in the frivolous pursuits of new love when she’s dealing with kids, students, and an extremely taxing career.

In terms of race and culture in this story, practically every character can trace their ancestry back to populations displaced through war. Even Talia’s second child was shipwrecked during a botched evacuation from a military science lab. The people who live here have been isolated for generations and no longer have a real concept of their ancestry. Cultures have blended, new religions have formed, and many of our familiar racial/ethnic issues are forgotten. However, new and different but equally toxic ones have replaced them. In this way, Talia’s blackness doesn’t carry the same associations in her world as it would in ours. However, readers may still make these associations. Do you see any issues with her character that I could amend?

So! You have:

A highly educated Black-coded woman (the highest medical authority in the community)

She raises two kids alone

She also looks after two apprentices

She is widowed (not sure the race of the husband, was he Black?)

Having experienced heartbreaking love, Talia's drive to look after, protect and save people through medicine is a great motivation for the way she is. Her experiencing depression and taking losses seriously is also very human and is dynamic characterization.

However, such characterization with Black women is prone to brush across several tropes. You have a Black woman who gives and protects, but what does she get in return? Who cares for her?

Prioritize your Black character’s happiness

"I’ve considered giving her a romantic subplot but there are already so many characters to keep track of. Furthermore, I just can’t see her engaging in the frivolous pursuits of new love when she’s dealing with kids, students, and an extremely taxing career."

Priorities, priorities. Is love a frivolous pursuit in her eyes, or yours? Because I strongly disagree. You probably don't mean to but you, as the author, having an excuse to NOT give the Black woman romance is showing that you do not think she's worth being loved. TV viewers and stans who are uncomfortable when Black women characters have relationships find similar excuses to explain away not wanting BW in relationships.

"She's too strong and independent for a man/relationship"

"I liked her better alone."

"It'll take away from her character."

“A romance doesn’t feel right for her”

These sorts of statements above are grounded in racialized misogyny.

Relationships do not lessen the woman.

Relationships does not lessen Black women.

Love

Whether that love is romantic, familial, or friendship, it can come in many forms. Give Talia love. Because Black women characters deserve it! Either one or all!

Let her have a loyal best friend, a cat, and a girlfriend. Because why not? And not to downplay the love of children to parents, but please provide her love beyond what she gets on a maternal level from the children she looks after.

The stories that Black women are in today severely lack love for us, so why add to the narrative of Black women being all work and no play, and too [insert excuse here] to be loved?

Of course, you didn't provide all the details from your story, but I'm not seeing much of a balance from the struggle. She is a caretaker, teacher, doctor (or doctor-like figure).

Her position and background in itself is okay. It's the Strong Black Woman being presented with seemingly no commentary that strikes me.

Where is her team to help balance the weight of the world?

Who takes care of her when she's depressed from another loss?

What does she get in return from taking an emotional and physical toll to heal her community?

Do those around her recognize all she does for them and offer their friendship?

When does she get to relax and turn off the need to be everything for everybody?

Fitting love into a book with many characters

There are many books with several characters to keep track of. People tend to manage. Also, I'm sure some of those characters are in and/or out of relationships. Even stories that couldn’t be classified as romances have relationships of some sort. It’s unrealistic to have a ton of characters and none of them be in relationship(s) of some sort. Not when there’s so many forms of it and many sexualities.

Friends, frenemies, enemies, romance, affairs.. Relationships make stories (and life) interesting. By no means do I think adding these dynamics harm your tale. And what’s one more for a hard-working Black woman who sacrifices a lot and clearly deserves a shoulder to lean on? And, if you use an existing character to be that friend, family, or lover, then you won’t need to pencil in another character.

For romance specifically - I think a misconception when it comes to including romance in stories is that they have to somehow take over the story. Romance does not have to bombard the plot nor be described in lavish detail. Not every story is a romance and those sort of details aren’t everyone’s style or things they’re comfortable with. A sentence or two establishing relationships does not take away from the story.And how those relationships look and affections expressed will vary based on the characters, sexuality, etc.

Not every character needs to have a deep level of detail.

“Katie and Lisa, a newly engaged couple, walked into the meeting.”

“Jack and Jamie are a married couple in their 40s.”

“The two met in college. After two months of blissful courtship, they eloped, eager to start their happily ever afters. Twenty years together, they were still blissfully in love and never too far from one another.”

Sentences like the above are enough for some characters. You don’t always need to put in paragraphs worth of relationship-establishing details or plot.

When it comes to the characters whose love you would like to highlight, at least a bit, you still don’t have to go over the top.

Use subtle details.

“As soon as Talia’s back was turned, he gave her a longing look before shaking his head and getting back to the patient.”

“He squeezed her hand before taking hold of the stethoscope.”

“She kissed her wife goodbye before racing out the door.”

“You mean the world to me.” he had said, holding her face. Those words stayed with her all day, making her heavy load light as a sack of feathers.

“She soaked his shirt with her tears and he just held her tight, saying nothing, silently holding her together.”

As for Talia specifically…

Talia having the mindset you described, as love being frivolous and not a priority, is understandable knowing her background (I just don't agree with you as the creator using this as a means to keep her alone. Whether she’s romantically alone or without close friendships). She has lost so much, and continues to experience loss with patients. This can be extremely traumatizing. I gave some examples of being subtle, so perhaps that will help with the burden of feeling a thick subplot of romance doesn’t fit in your story.

And as Talia doesn’t strike me as someone who would go looking for companionship, what if she stumbles upon it without trying? Is there someone on the medical team that can offer her friendship? Someone who admires her and feels the urge to care for her that she feels the same for, or has pushed feelings down for? What happens when she can’t hold those feelings down anymore?

Takeaway

Talia deserves healthy love, even if she doesn’t believe it or feel she has time for it. That love can come in any and many forms, not necessarily romantically required, although it is a plus. A struggle-ridden novel is balanced by love, support and rest for characters that hold the weight of the world. If you do not, evaluate why you want to write Black characters in these struggle roles without at least a social commentary.

~Mod Colette

#Black women #Strong Black Woman #Mammy #relationships #romance #asks

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thatgirlstrawberry · 3 years

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Someone Else part 2

In which Spencer finally confesses... at Y/N's wedding

Spencer ReidxFem!reader

Warnings: angst, sadness, all the feels 🥺

Spencer never thought he'd be in a church waiting for Y/N at the altar... on the groomsmen side.

Two and a half years later, Zeke had asked Spencer to be one of his groomsmen when he and Y/N first announced that they were engaged. He wore a smile on his face but on the inside, he was so close to breaking.

Rossi held an engagement party at his mansion. Spencer watched her as she spoke to Morgan with Zeke by her side. His arm was wrapped around her waist. Y/N happily played with her dimond ring.

God, did Spencer wish that he was in Zeke's position. He wished that he was the one kissing her and holding her. He wished that he was the one who got down on one knee.

But there he was, standing with his hands folded in front of him as he stared at the doors in the back, waiting for them to open. He eyes Penelope, JJ, and Emily on the other side as they smiled excitedly and whispered to each other.

Then the music started.

The doors opened.

Spencer's throat became desert dry as he spotted her in that white dress. God, she looked beautiful. She always did to him.

Her smile was brighter than the damn sun as she made eye contact with Zeke. Spencer noticed the tears that burned in his eyes as she got closer to him.

For a second, just a second, Y/N looked at him. He gave her a smile but her eyes were already back on Zeke.

The ceremony was over just as it had started but for Spencer, it felt like an eternity of listening to them say their vows. He held a blank stare at the ground and anyone who wasn't paying attention to Y/N in her beautiful dress, could see that he was devastatingly jealous. But he knew all eyes were in Y/N.

When the ceremony was over, he didn't dare look up to see them kiss. He clapped though. He looked to the audience to find Rossi looking right back at him. He nodded with a slight smile. "It's gonna be okay." The man mouthed.

Spencer nodded and a fake smile reached across his lips as he finally got the courage to look over at the newly weds.

The happiest smile that Spencer's ever seen on Y/N was stretched across her lips as she pulled away from Zeke's lips and pressed her forehead against his.

The officiant smiled. "May I present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Stone!"

Y/N and Zeke joined hands as they walked down the isle. Zeke's brother was in front of Spencer and he walked with JJ. Spencer was next and he let Emily loop her arm around him. "Hey, you okay, Spence?" She asked as they smiled at the people watching them walk down the isle.

"Yeah. I'm great." That was a lie if Emily had ever heard one but she decided not to press him that moment.

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Nobody had ever seen Spencer Reid drunk.

But there he was, taking in more alcohol at one time than he ever had in his entire life. Emily and Penelope were eyeing him with concern as he downed two glasses of whiskey in a row.

The two women made their way over to him. Penelope placed her hands on his shoulders while Emily stood beside them.

"Boy wonder, what are you doing?" She asked.

Spencer sighed heavily. "I'm getting drunk. What does it look like I'm doing?" He grunted. His tie was messed up and his hair was disheveled. He looked like the drunk uncle who showed up at weddings.

"Spence, you need to slow down. There are kids here." Emily told him, placing a hand on his chest.

The doctor scoffed and pushed her away gently. "I don't care, Emily! I n-never- I just want- Y/N! I want Y/N."

Both women widened their eyes. "Reid, she just got married. What are you talking about-"

Penelope was cut off by a voice coming over speakers. "Pkay, ladies and gentlemen! We are now gonna open up the mic for speeches to welcome the newly weds! If anyone has anything they'd like to say say to the couple, please come on up."

Spencer looked back at Emily and Penelope. "Don't do it, Spencer." Emily said quietly.

Before anyone could say anything else, Spencer rushed towards the stage. "Spence!" Garcia yelled out.

Then he was there. Standing beside the head table where he was supposed to be sat with a microphone in his hands. Y/N and Zeke had smiles on their faces.

"Um... hi. I'm Spencer Reid." He cleared his throat quietly. "Um... I've known- I've known Y/N/N for a long time now." His voice was slightly slurred but Y/N couldn't hear it. She was just happy that her bestfriend was up there. "The first time I met Y/N, she and I had- ha. We had a Rubix cube contest." He laughed, pushing his palm into his eye. "I won but she- she congratulated me. And... that's when I developed a crush on her." Y/N's smile contorted into a confused one. She glanced at Zeke who wasn't smiling anymore. "She's so beautiful." Y/N noticed that he was drunk now. He looked over at her with a smile. "And those- those years I've know her... I fell in love." Y/N felt Zeke tense up beside her. "I've been in love with her- I am in love with her. I'm and idiot because I never had the courage to ask her out. Or or tell her how I feel. And now she's married this... Zeke guy. You're an amazing guy, man. You really are but ha! I'm in love with your wife." Before Zeke could get up from his seat, Y/N stopped him.

She stood up instead and marched towards Spencer with an angry face. She grabbed the microphone from his hands and gave it back to the MC who was standing there awkwardly.

She grabbed Spencer's wrist tightly and dragged him off of the stage. She passed Penelope and Emily who tried to call out to her gut she just shook her head and kept walking Spencer towards the doors that they had all entered from.

She opened them and dragged him out. When she finally let go of his wrist he stumbled a bit and them looked at her. "Oh, Y/N... Y/N/N... I'm sorry-"

"How could you!?" Her yelling silenced him. She had tears in her eyes. "That was the most embarrassing thing I've ever dealt with, Spencer! And at my wedding! My wedding for God's sake!"

Spencer was pretty sure that everyone in the dining hall could hear her, she was so angry. Hot, angry tears flowed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I-i I don't know what got into me."

"You had no right! You had no right to say any of that in there! You do understand that don't you!?" She yelled.

Spencer nodded. "I'm so sorry-"

"When we first met... God, when we first met... I couldn't get you out of my head, Spencer. I- I- ugh!" She didn't know what else to do. So, her brain took over and she laid a hard slap to his cheek. She gasped as soon as she did it and stepped back, placing her hands over her mouth. "I'm sorry. Oh, God I'm sorry."

"You like me, Y/N?" He asked, disregarding her apologies and the slap.

"No! No, Spencer I don't! I said that I liked you! I found someone else." She told him. She stepped forward. "He's an amazing person, he loves me-"

"Alright, Y/N-"

"I love him! he-"

"Okay-"

"He tells me how he feels! He doesn't hide his feelings Spencer!"

"I know!" Spencer yelled. "I know that I messed up! I screwed everything up because you walked into my life! You're everything I wanted, Y/N!"

Y/N shook her head slowly. "You don't get to say that to me." She whispered, a tear falling from her eye.

Spencer's eyes softened as he looked at her. She crossed her arms and stared at the ground. "I was gonna tell ypu and the team after the wedding but, Zeke and I are moving. He got a job in L.A and we're going."

"Y/N-"

She sniffled. "Go home, Spencer."

"But Y/N-"

"Leave, Spencer." She wiped a tear from her cheek. "Please." She pleaded, not wanting to cry anymore.

He didn't say anything. He just nodded and turned towards the exit. Before he could though, he stopped and turned back around to face her.

Her arms were crossed and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as tears traveled down her red cheeks.

"Congratulations, Y/N."

Then he left.

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I don't know who I feel worse for 😭

I'm crying cuz I don't know if I feel worse for Spence or Y/N. Who do you feel worse for???

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #im crying #this is sad #criminal minds

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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 3 years

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Darlin'

Warnings: the Punisher themes, blood, gore, violence, kidnapping, Agent Madani (cause she's a trigger warning for me XD), sweet Frank

Word Count: 9095. This is a long one. Buckle up! MINORS DNI!

Her father looked at her with his heart in his eyes, her face bruised and marred.

“Darling, I’m so sorry.” He whispers, patting her hand. She smiles at him.

“It’s okay.” She croaks, cracking her cuts on her face when she smiles bigger. He pats her lips with a paper towel, applying a couple drops off water to her mouth. “Chapstick in my purse, dad.” She coos, giving him a chuckle.

“Of course, baby.” He smiled, kissing her forehead and digging into her purse for that little tube of chapstick. She takes it, putting some on and sighing in relief. “I hired a bodyguard. Don’t fight me this time please. A different bodyguard; one more your style. Maybe you won’t run away from this one.” He chides, giving her a half-unimpressed look.

“Pop, it’s not my fault. He was old and boring.” She whines.

“Well, you can rest assured this one is not old or boring.” He chuckles, waving someone in. This beast of man, with broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and a dark look walks in. Her eyes drink him in. His all black apparel, tee shirt, cargo pants, military boots.

“Wow.” She whispers, “definitely not old.”

“I thought you might enjoy his company more. Since he doesn’t talk and he can’t be persuaded to take you out onto the town at three in the morning for waffles.” Frank chuckles. “Can you be persuaded to take her to get waffles at three in the morning?” He asks, jabbing a finger at the man.

“No, sir. I just think it’s funny that a bodyguard could be, sir.”

“Great. Military.” She heaves a sigh and rolls her lips together.

“This is my daughter, Kat. She’s my baby. I need you to promise you’d give your life to keep her safe.” Her father explains, her eyes watching the gold watch on his tan wrist.

“Sir, can I speak to you in the hallway?” He asks, looking at the door.

“Sir, you know who I am right?” He asks, looking to the man with a partially confused look.

“I’m Frank Castle. I killed so many people the US government lost count and gave me a new identity. But please justs call me Frank.” He explains, and her father’s eyes widen for a moment.

“You are Frank Castle. Wow.” He whispers.

“Yeah.” He nods.

“Alright, well. My daughter, Kat, she’s my world. Do you understand that?” He asks, looking to Frank and seeing him nod.

“Yeah, I get that.” He swallows hard.

“Good, now. My daughter is my whole existence. I love her with everything I have. She’s in the hospital because some men were looking for me and she wouldn’t give me up. If you’re ever in that situation, and she’s with you, tell her to give it up. Okay? My life is not valuable if I lose her. Understood? So if she’s ever kidnapped with you, please, give them whatever information they ask you for, okay? And when she gets released today, I’m putting the two of you in a safe house so she can heal.” He offers giving her a smile through the window, waving. Something about the sweet woman laying in that hospital made Frank almost feel weak. His stomach seemed to turn.

“Okay, and who’s supposed to be posted anywhere else near it? I’ll kill on sight if I don’t know them.” He states as calmly as his own name. Her father, Gianno, grins and claps Frank on the shoulder.

“Your huge. You’re a killer. And it’s sweet.” He chuckles, leaving Frank outside for a moment as he goes to talk to his daughter.

“Honey, I need to tell you something, okay? When you’re released in a few minutes, I’m going to have you quietly placed in a safe house away from me. Okay? Until you’re healed. Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad? Is Hercules going?” She giggles, pointing to the large man with his back to the door. Her father just nods and laughs. “Then I am not mad. I’ll be holed up in a one bedroom apartment with that sweet, huge man and I cannot wait.” She explains.

“Wow, you know you can’t sleep with him, right?”

“And if I did. I’d never tell you. Who’s packing my stuff?” She asks, looking at him quizzically.

“Lyla is, currently. I figured if any girl knew what to pack it’d be her.” He laughs. The door opens, Frank nodding to her father.

“Hello! I’m Doctor Haas. I’m here with the paperwork for you, dear.” The woman nods with a gleaming smile. Handing over a clipboard, Kat signs the paperwork in record time and happily changes out of the gown. “We’ll grab a wheelchair from the hall and--”

“No! No, please. No wheelchair. Between pop and Hercules I’ll be fine. Honestly. I wanna walk out on my own.” She whines, standing on quaking legs.

“Alright! No problem.” She smiles, giving her a nod and sending her on her way.

“Honeybun, maybe you should think about using the--”

“No! Pop, I’m not using it.” She gingerly steps into the hallway. Frank looks down at her for a moment, taking in the situation. Before he can say a word, she looks up with shimmering grey-blue eyes and a pleading smile. “I can’t use a wheelchair. I have to walk out of here.” She whispers, gripping his hand.

“Okay.” He whispers back. With a look at her, he tucks her under his arm, holding her up at her waist to keep her on her feet. Even when her legs start to give way at the exit door, Frank holds fast and gets her quickly to the car.

“You can do it.” He whispers as the steps get closer and closer, the car only a yard away. “Come on. If anyone can do it, you can. You didn’t take a wheelchair because you know you’re strong.” He coos, getting her to push through the last ten steps before collapsing into the SUV.

“Thank you.” She whispers, hugging his neck as he lifts her onto the seat. He climbs in next to her, buckling her in.

“Safe house.” Her father states as he gets into the passenger seat with a little smirk on his face.

“Tell me, Hercules. Where are you from?” She asks, gripping his bicep and gleaming up at him.

“Queens.” He smiles, his eyes scanning around them while he talks to her.

“You married?” She asks, looking at the necklace that hangs around his neck.

“I was.” He states, looking out the windows for suspicious cars.

“Ah sorry. Divorced?”

“Killed. My wife and two kids.” He states, looking to her with pain in his eyes.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” She coos, patting his shoulder. “God I’m tired.” She murmurs, tipping over onto his shoulder and falling asleep. He gently leans her to the other door onto the padded seat back and sits back up, eyes scanning again.

“Mister Luccianni, that silver grand am to your right, has been following us for the past two miles.” He states, grabbing for his weapon. “Gimme the go, I’ll smoke em.” He offers, narrowing his sights and putting his finger on the window button.

“Stand down. They’re your test. You passed. Good eye. Is she asleep?” Her father asks as they pull into a parking garage.

“Yeah.” He nods, the car coming to a slow stop in a parking spot.

“The silver car has her things in it. It’s the most common car in the state of New York it seems. So, Lyla, her best friend is in the car. She’s sex-crazed and will probably hit on you. She’s got Kat’s things and she can help put them in the apartment. Now. Next, I need you to carry her in, as unsuspecting as possible. It’s midday and people are out and about. Try not to give yourselves away. Lyla is dressed in a mover’s uniform. Short brunette, pencil straight hair. There will be neighbors out. You two are newly married until you get in that door.” Her father debriefs him with a smile and gives him a nod.

“Got it, sir. Is she to stay in the apartment all the time? Will she sneak out? What do the men look like who did this to her?”

“Don’t keep her cooped up the whole time, she’ll go crazy. Call a driver first. The driver confirms with you. You bring her out as your new wife. You get into the car. She will sneak out. Lyla will probably convince her to sneak out so they can go wine tasting or something. Lyla’s a good girl, but she’s crazy. The men who did this? They look dead.” He answers all the questions and he nods. Frank found her interesting. “She’s been engaged, but never married. He was killed, much like your family.” He coos, looking at his daughter with a loving, sad smile. “Alright, it’s time to go in.” He smiles, letting Frank get out first, scooping her out of the seat and starting towards the door.

“What-what’s happening?” She asks. Half awake, half asleep, the jostling is all to familiar and she kicks out, diving to the ground and waking up immediately. Frank stares down at her with wide eyes and a little smirk.

“You good now?” He gruffs, sticking out a hand. She takes it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” She whispers as he tucks her under his arm.

“It’s okay, hunny. Those men can’t hurt you again.” He states out loud, his big hand covering the side of her face and holding it against his chest. “We’re married when we leave this aparment.” He hushes as they walk, never missing a beat.

“Well, alright then.” She giggles loudly, letting him keep her against him. As her father lets them into the apartment, Frank almost has to peel her off of him. “Aw, c’mon hunny! I’m not done cuddling.” She whines, making grabby hands at him. “You’re so warm.” He just chuckles, heading into the room with her father and other guards to discuss what the next plan is. A knock at the door has Frank’s undivided attention. Peeking through the peephole, he sees the described woman who was bringing her things in. He waves her over, signaling to be quiet.

“Is this Lyla?” He asks, covering her mouth as she gasps. She nods violently, grabbing for the handle. Frank’s hand is faster, tugging hers away. “Go over there.” He hushes, pointing behind the couch. Huffing, she rolls her eyes and wobbles to the couch. Frank carefully opens the door and finds a petite woman with a cart full of suitcases. “Name.” He barks, hand resting on his pistol.

“Lyla. I’m here for welcome party.” She grins so widely Frank finds it odd, but when he peeks out, he sees a neighbor looking over at them.

“My wife must’ve invited you! C’mon in!” He cheers, waving her in and shutting the door. “The arsenal arrived.” He chuckles, waving Kat over.

“I’m so happy to finally see you!” She cheers, gripping her best friend in a warm, tight hug. When Kat groans at the slight throb in her ribs, Frank’s head flips back to them.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah.” She assures, heading into the bedroom and Lyla follows, dragging the bags along with her. Frank laughs, heading back into the room with her father and guards again. She curls up onto the couch after waving goodbye to her best friend. Frank had tossed his jacket onto the couch with his duffelbag and when she saw his coat, the only blanket-like thing near her, she draws it to her and covers up with it.

“But we’ll head out so you two can get better acquainted. The fridge and cupboards have been stocked up for you. Drinks are in the island, as well as wine in the cabinet. If Lyla tries to kidnap her, just shmooze her with wine tasting.” He chuckles, kissing his daughter atop her buised head and stepping out.

As she wakes from her nap, she sees the most glorious sight. A glass-walled shower with frosted glass and her bodyguard’s naked body in said shower. He climbs out, wrapping the towel around his waist. Combing through his hair, he feels eyes on himself and looks out the open door to see she’s awake.

“Hey, hot bodyguard.” She gives an awkward wave, jaw still on the floor.

“Hey, Kat.” He waves, dropping the towel just outside of her eyesight, returning a moment later dressed in a gray tee shirt and jeans, hearing a audible groan.

“It’s Frank, by the way.” He chuckles, offering a hand.

“It might be wise to know my newly wedded husband’s name. In case the neighbors ask.” She laughs, patting the couch with an inviting smile.

“You should shower.” He ruffs, helping her to her feet. “Doctor said first night you shower, try not to lift your arms too much. So I’m the best you got.” He smiles, a little excited to see her naked, frosted glass or not.

“Great. So you’re name is Frank, you’ve known me twelve hours, and now you’re going to see me naked? This is a fucking treat.” She rolls her eyes, but Frank just laughs.

“You didn’t think you’d be the only one to get a show, did you?” He asks.

“Hey now! I happened to wake up at the right time. That’s not my fault.” She laughs, defending herself as she gives a grin.

“It is now, c’mon, doll.” He chuckles as she digs through the suitcase for underwear, a bra, and a shirt. She’d found shorts already.

“Did you just call me doll? Should I call pops and tell him you already have a crush on me?” He just rolls his eyes as she walks to the bathroom. Tugging off her sweatpants and underwear, she feels exposed, but she can’t get her shirt off. Snapping her fingers, she hooks the t-shirt’s collar onto the towel hook and tugs the shirt off, sobbing when her arm is raised so high. Frank comes through the door.

“You okay?” He asks, looking around her to find her shirt hanging on the hook.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” She nods, letting Frank’s eyes drink her in. “Actually, Frank? Can you unhook this? I can’t get it.” She whines, pushing on her bra with one hand.

“Sure.” Unhooking her bra, his knuckles brushing her smooth skin, his eyes travel down the gauze pads that pepper her back.

“Those have to come off too.” She whispers, meaning the gauze pads. He peels each one off gingerly to find a variously shaped cigarette burns on her back.

“What the hell?” He whispers, his finger running between the burns. She shivers at the intimate touch and he jerks his hand away. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s okay.” She whispers, putting Frank’s hand back on her shoulder and letting him trail down again.

“It looks like a constellation.” He whispers, pulling away his hand.

“Thank you.” She coos, letting the hot water start.

Frank washes her back and shoulders, gentle around her burns.

“Thank you.” He puts the loofa down and steps out of the bathroom giving her a little privacy and himself a little space. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but he wanted so badly to kiss every little mark, trailing down her back. Huffing to calm down his nerves, he heads to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Not finding any, he mixes up a couple mugs of hot chocolate.

“So, uh, no coffee. But, I found some hot chocolate.” He smiles. Offering a mug of steaming hot cocoa.

“No coffee?” She asks, looking at him like he’d just sworn at her.

“Right? No coffee.” She pulls out her phone and sets up a delivery for starbucks in the morning.

“I probably shouldn’t drink any, anyway. It’s late, ya know. I should sleep.” She groans as they finish off the hot chocolate.

“Yeah, you hit the bed. I’m on the couch.” He explains, pointing to the bedroom.

“No, no. I can’t sleep there while you--”

“It’s my job. Okay? So you get in there and go to bed.” He orders, letting her get up and walk to her room.

Almost an hour passes when he hears her voice softly muttering under her breath.

“Darlin’?” He asks, looking into the dim room to see her thrashing on the bed, a scream filling the room. He bolts to her bed, grabbing her shoulders and hugging her against him. “IT’s not real. It’s not real. You’re in a safehouse. You’re name is Kat. You have a bodyguard named Frank. Your father is a mob boss.” He whispers things that are real as she comes out of her nightmare.

“Thank you.” She sniffs, curling into herself. He sits gently on the edge of the bed and draws her against him.

“No problem. Sometimes I get ‘em too.” He ruffs, looking at her with a small smile.

“Really? How do you make them go away?” She asks.

“I killed the men responsible.” He offers a crooked smile and she laughs. “Go to sleep.” He coos, smoothing her hair as she starts to drift.

“Oh, Frank? Tomorrow morning there’s supposed to a delivery driver at the door. I ordered coffee for the morning.” She smiles, letting him hug her against him, resting his chin atop her head.

“I’ll try not to kill them.” He hushes as he hears her lightly snoring. Sleep starts to push his eyelids closed and slowly, he leans back against the headboard, exhausted. Soon, she’s climbing on him in her sleep, cuddled as close as possible under his chin and on his chest. His arms curl around her instinctively. Safety washes over her as she peeps through one sleepy eyelid to see Frank so close to her asleep. Smiling, she tucks her head back under his chin and goes back to sleep.

A knock sounds at the door, waking them both out of their comforting bubble.

“Ssh. Don’t move.” He rises, scrubbing his face and stalking silently to the door. She takes a ten from her wallet and slides it under the door. “Put the coffee down, take your tip and walk away.” He demands, never opening the door. Once the man’s out of sight, she slips out and snatches the two coffees and the small bag of coffee grounds.

“Frankie!” She calls, handing him a coffee when she finds him standing in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Yes, coffee.” He chuckles, taking the cup and sipping the hot caffeinated drink.

“Thank you for last night. Ugh, sounds weird to say like that, but you know what I mean. I didn’t have a nightmare when you slept there. Can-I just-well-sorry. It’s stupid.”

“Nah, ask.” He assures, sliding a plate across to her.

“I just wondered, you know, if maybe--if you wanted to--possibly sleep in the same bed again. It doesn’t have to get weird. I just--that was the first night in almost two weeks I didn’t have another nightmare. It was exhilarating.” She stammers, so afraid of what the big brute might say.

“That’s fine.” He nods, sitting down to eat, but not before he pats a hand to her shoulder.

“So tell me something about you.”

“I was in a special forces military ops.” He offers, finishing his plate in record time.

“Wow, that’s explains your nightmares.” She wags her brows, almost halfway done with her plate.

“No, it doesn’t. My family was shot in a park. While I was there. It was meant for me but they didn’t get me. They got my son, my daughter, and my sweet wife.” He husks, his throat starting to close. Springing from her seat, fork clattering to the plate with a glass ‘ting’ she jumps into his arms, wrapping her arms around him and gripping tight.

“Christ, I’m so sorry. My husband was shot down while working with my father. The bullets were meant for my father, but the killer got the wrong info.” She whispers, and Frank’s arms wrap around her, hugging her tight to his hard body.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, letting her hold him for what seems like hours.

“Frank? Can you promise me something?” She asks as she leans back a little.

“Sure.”

“Promise me you’ll do everything you can to stay alive. Okay? You’re a good man, Frank, and I don’t want to be the reason you die. I--You could walk out and I’d understand. You can leave.” She assures, elbows resting on his shoulders. Frank rises to his feet, towering over her and grabs her chin in his thumb and first finger.

“I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere. I already made a promise to your father to keep you safe if it kills me, so his negates yours. Sorry, hunny.” He hushes, grinning at her.

“Ugh, no fun.” She whines, tugging her face away from from his warm, firm grip and finding a sweatshirt to put on. It was chilly, Frank found it soothing, but his roommate not so much and she came back into the room in his black hoodie, almost drowning in it. He couldn’t hide the the small chuckle. “Hey Frank? Do you think we could go out today?” She asks, rolling the sleeves once so she could use her hands.

“No. I think we could not.” He mocks in a high pitched voice. She crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. Frank huffs, not sure if he should take her out. Grabbing his phone, he dials her father. “Why do you need to go out? We have coffee now, what else do you need?” He asks.

“I want fresh veggies from the market. I’d love to make something for dinner but all we have are like--lettuce and carrots.” She complains through a hand at the fridge in exasperation.

“Lettuce and carrots, fresh veggies! By the way! And you’re complaining.” She grabs his hands and gets right up to his chest.

“C’mon sweet husband of mine. Don’t you want to go out with your new bride?” She asks, jumping a little in excitement.

“Darlin’. Listen to me-- Yeah!” He answers his phone as her father calls him back.

“Hey Frank! You rang?”

“Yeah, your daughter wants to go out to the market right down the block. She wants to buy some veggies. I’m on my A game, sir. If you’re fine with it, I’ll take her.” He offers, shushing her with his hand clasping over her mouth. She looks at him with a smile, Frank feeling his heart swell.

“If you believe you can handle it, I don’t care if you two love birds go out.” Her father chuckles. “Put her on quick.” Frank puts the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” She asks.

“Hey baby. Listen to me. I don’t care if you two leave, but you have to stay at Frank’s side. You have to stay glued to him. You understand?” He asks into the phone, his expressions matching his words as if he were speaking to her face to face.

“Yeah, pop. Like glue. I love you!” She smiles into the phone, her father saying it back before they hang up.

“You ready?” He ruggs, offering her an elbow after letting her put on her white Gucci sneakers with her shorts and Frank’s sweatshirt. Sweater paw on his elbow, they leave arm in arm. His grips her hand as they step out. “Also, I’m Pete, your Honey.” He smiles, earning a half-upset look from her as they get into the elevator.

“Alright Pete.” She coos as they get into the car waiting for them. Driving them the two blocks, Frank gets out first, eyes scanning the perimeter. Finding nothing alarming, he nods to let her out. Her sweater paw reaches for his arm, but his hand cups high on her hip, pulling her against him as they walk through the market. “Aw hunny, over here! Some tomatoes! And some fresh basil, oregano, thyme, and ooh! Parsley!” As the two pay for their vegetables at each stand, Frank notices the man a few yards back, following them. Frank tries to hurry her along, but she’s intrigued by every stand and wants to look at everything. With two bags of veggies, a bag of chicken, and a grin as wide as Frank’s chest, he convinces her to get in the car just as the man reaches for her. Frank’s hand comes down hard and fast. When the man sees Frank’s face, his heart hits the floor and he turns, running away.

“Hunny, did that man just run the other direction?” She asks, looking to him as he shoves her into the car and they get into the apartment as fast he can. Once in the door, Frank’s hands graze over her body to be sure of no injuries, but she laughs it off.

Stepping into the kitchen, she opens the cupboard and heaves a sigh of relief.

“Thank god they brought cooking wine.” She assures, reaching but not quite grasping it. Climbing onto the counter and grabbing the wine bottle, her hand slips and she falls backwards but she and the wine bottle, never hit the floor.

“You are so clumsy.” He chuckles, righting her small frame and handing her the wine. “What are you making?” He asks, looking to her with a smirk.

“Chicken cacciatore, my nonna was the best at it, but I try my best.” She smiles shyly as she starts cooking.

As Frank takes his first bite, his eyes roll back and he moans. His reaction catches her offguard and she looks at him with a confused smile.

“It’s good. What can I say?” He shrugs, giving her a smile.

“Right, thank you.” She coughs, going back to eating her own. It didn’t taste like home but it almost did. She was happy to have it. She thinks back to earlier when the man trying to attack her saw Frank and ran away. It was remarkable yet a little unnerving. “Hey, Frank? Why did that man run away from you?” She asks as he takes a bite of dinner and looks up from his plate. His eyes are calculating, not sure what he should say. He assumed she knew about him. Since her father had found out, he assumed that she knew.

“I uh, I killed a lot of people. Bad people, but, still alot of people.” He wags his brows, holding his breath.

“How many?” She asks, taking another bite as if this were small talk.

“Thirty five.” He coughs, trying to disguise it. She looks up for a moment and a grin crosses her face.

“Wow, thirty five? My father’s record for one day is only ten.” She blabs, continuing to eat.

“It wasn’t in one day. I killed all the people responsible for my family’s deaths. Everyone.” He hushes, looking at her as she continues to eat. When she glances up, her eyes meet his and she gives an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, Frank. Holy shit!” Her fork clatters to her plate and she jumps to her feet. “Frank Castle! Holy shit! Oh my god! You’re Frank Castle! Holy fuck.” She stammers over and over, staring at him with wide, loving eyes. “Sorry, most girls crush on celebrities, but not this one. I mean, you are a celebrity, a dead one. But still, wow. You are beautiful.” She coos, staring at him. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. Wow, Frank Castle. I gotta call Lyla! She’s never gonna believe this!” She crows like a teenage girl, fumbling for her phone. “We used to watch your news pieces and when you killed all those people in prison, amazing.” He plucks the phone from her hand and he laughs.

“No out calls.” He laughs, trying to compose himself.

“Oh come on! I just made the discovery of a century, and you won’t let me call my best friend?” Whining, she stamps a foot like a child and he gives her a half smirk.

“I’m sorry, darlin’.”

“Stop calling me that.” She huffs, her playfulness gone for a moment.

“Why?” He prods. A knock sounds at the door, making both of them jump. His hand grips her wrist across the table and he creeps around, putting her against the wall. Sneaking to the door, he looks through the peephole to see Lyla standing there, but instead of her giddy self, she’s rather squeemish, shifting from foot to foot, looking around nervously. Frank carefully opens the door, but it comes blasting in on him, sending him soaring into the couch.

“I’m sorry!” Lyla sobs as three grown Russian men shove in, grabbing Frank and throwing fist after fist into his face. Looking for her, one Russian reaches over the counter to grab her, but she stabs him with a knife in the arm. The man growls, yanking his arm back. Dislodging the knife, he tosses it aside to find she’s gone. Hunting for her while they kick Frank. A gun shot echoes and one of the Russians falls to the floor. Lyla stands with the gun in her hands, tears in her eyes as another Russian jumps on her, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her into the wall. Kat finds a gun in Frank’s bag and she shoots the large man beating on her best friend and just as she points the gun at the one on Frank, she sees the man’s dead body flop over onto another of the Russians. Frank rises to his feet, blowing air out his nose, blood spraying as he did so. Foot steps slow and calculated as he walks to Lyla, her scared whimpers enough to break Kat’s heart as Frank grabs the front of her shirt and drags her to her feet.

“You brought them here?” He growls low, his voice dark and feral.

“I-they were gonna kill my mom and me if I didn’t tell them.” She whimpers, tears falling down her face.

“And they almost killed you and her.” He barks, pointing to Kat, who stands in shock, quaking with a gun in her hand. Frank limps to her, slowly drawing the gun from her hands and placing it on the couch. “It’s okay.” He whispers, letting her drop her head to his shoulder. She hiccups and then sobs, gripping the back of his blood soaked shirt.

“Frank--you--you’re--” He covers her mouth with a bloody hand, shaking his head.

“I’m fine, darlin’.” She huffs and smiles, tears staining her cheeks. When her eyes lift over her shoulder, she sees the front door still wide open. Giving a shriek, she slips from his grip and slams the door, locking every deadbolt and chain before running back to Frank and gripping him tight.

“Frank, you-you’re bleeding.” She coos, carefully taking him to the couch. Appearing a moment later with a kit in her shaking hands. “Lyla, grab the bottle of rum from the cupboard. Also, it’s Frank fucking Castle!” She cheers as Lyla brings the bottle to her. When her eyes finally meet the man’s face she gasps.

“Holy shit. Your serial killer boyfriend is real.” She laughs, trying to calm her down. Taking a couple swigs from the bottle, she offers it to Frank.

“You want any?” She asks.

“Nah. Really I’m fine.” He hushes, letting his hands cover hers.

“Shut up, Frank.” She nips, swatting away his hands. Cleaning up his face, she puts a couple butterflies on the cut on his forehead, and a bandaid on the little ones on his cheek and chin.

“Darlin’ c’mon. Stop it.” He huffs, pushing her hands away. Jabbing a finger into his chest, earning a groan.

“Quit. Calling. Me. That.” She bites, clapping the kit closed and stomping to the bathroom to put it away.

“What’s her problem?” He huffs to himself, grabbing his cellphone and dialling her father.

“Yeah?”

“So the friend we thought we could trust, not so trustworthy. I need a discreet clean up crew.” He explains, when he sees her appear again. She hooks her arms under the man’s arms and drags him over to the pile of two more bodies and groans in disgust. “Hey, quit touching those.” He hushes, covering the mic on the phone.

“No! I want them gone.” She cries, tears starting to fall down her face.

“Ssh, it’s okay. Calm down.” He cuddles her against his strong body and coos in her ear.

“Clean up crew is on it’s way. Now, tell me my daughter is okay.” Her father’s voice calls to Frank.

“She’s fine, sir. She was cracking jokes earlier.” He chuckles, giving her shoulder a squeeze.

“Good. The clean up crew is four men. They’ll bring a laundry cart up, say they’re here for pickup. You let them in.” Her father says as someone knocks on the door. She dives for the pistol and points it at the door, quaking as Frank carefully opens it to find a two laundry bins and four men.

“Sorry, she’s still scared.” He offers, reaching out and pulling the gun from her hands.

“It’s okay, sir. We just want to remove the bed bugs and get you cleaned up.” The man informs, putting the bodies into the carts and cleaning up in less than an hour. A deep breath escapes her as she sags against Frank, relaxed. His arm closes around her shoulder and he pats her clothed back.

Two Weeks go by, fun had by the two holed up in a small New York penthouse.

“Hey doll, I’m gonna head down for coffee. Don’t let anyone in, okay?” Frank’s gravelly voice washes over her for a moment as he walks through the door. “Lock all of these. I’ll knock twice and call out to you.” He smiles, patting her arm before stepping out and shutting the door. Frank listens as the door locks click, breathing out softly. He was nervous to leave but he hadn’t heard a sound, and there were other men posted outside the room and the building.

He gets to the bakery just down the street and orders her coffee, and his, getting a strawberry turnover with a little smile. Paying for the items, Frank looks at the bag and coffee cups in his hand and he gives a chuckle. He thought to himself, for a moment that he could have this. This life could be his. Getting coffee and turnovers in the morning like some kind of domesticated husband, the kind of husband he wanted to be for Maria. He chuckles, shaking his head. As he gets up the stairs, he sees two guards knocked out, laying in a pile.

“Shit.” Sprinting into room, the coffee hitting the tiled floor and splashing out, splattering up onto the bottom of the sofa where they sat comfortable in each others silence for almost four weeks. His eyes drop to the blood on the couch and the blood on the table, smeared like fingers grasping for the edge. His breath hitches, trying to breathe, but he can’t. “Kat! Kat!” He shouts, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Frank Castle. It is Castle, right?” A voice calls, and when he turns, he finds a small woman standing before him, Agent Madani.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He barks, voice low and eyes on hers like lasers.

“Saving your little girlfriend you’ve been playing house with. She’s safe. Undisclosed location. Thinks her father is in questioning. No worries, nothing incriminating. But, tell me, Frank. What would you do if I weren’t watching this place, huh? I need to make a deal with her father, but he needs to know it’s the FBI. He will go to a maximum security prison for the rest of his life, but he and his daughter will be safe. The safest she can be, which I think is a little important to you.” She informs, arms crossed over her chest, watching Frank stand there, his chest heaving.

“You have her? Is she under surveillance? Can I see her?” He barks, storming towards her like a black cloud.

“After you get me a meeting with her father, Gianno Lucciani.” She retorts, not letting up. Frank steps closer, hand gripped around Madani’s neck, ready to squeeze, but he doesn’t.

“I’ll see.” He whispers, yanking away the hand around her neck he grabs his phone, calling her father.

“Frank?”

“Yeah, Gianno. Listen to me, man. You gotta come down here to the safehouse.” Frank tries to be calm but his voice wavers slightly.

“Frank, what’s wrong?” He demands.

“There’s some FBI agents here. They’re questioning Kat. They want to cut you a deal. They said they’ll let Kat go when you’re here.” He informs.

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes.” He barks, hanging up.

“You gotta handcuff me. When he gets here, he’s gotta think you busted in and got me down first. You’re gonna wanna bring Kat back in too.” He offers. “If his daughter isn’t here, he’ll kill everyone in here if he doesn’t see her face.” He shrugs, putting his hands behind his back and letting them cuff him. They cuff his ankles too for good measure and just as they drop him onto the ground her father comes bursting into the door.

“My daughter.” He growls, gun jammed into Madani’s head. “Unlock him. He’s just her bodyguard. Pete Castliglione. You’re name is Pete right? Why is he handcuffed?” He barks, jabbing a finger at Frank on the floor.

“Yeah, listen, Madani knows. I’m Frank fuckin’ Castle. Okay? We need to see Kat now.” He barks as they take the cuffs off.

“Bring her in.” Madani calls, waving to a couple agents as they head out, returning with his sweet Kat.

“Shit.” He whispers as she piles into him, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the middle of a raging sea.

“Frank, Frank. They broke in. They-the government. They took me to a room. Questioned me. Frank, I--”

“Ssh. Ssh. Ssh. It’s okay, darlin’.” He whispers, her father stepping out into the hallway with Madani.

“Frank I said--”

“Don’t call you that, but it’s important today. Okay?” He coos, grabbing her and kissing her forehead. Her father walks in just in time to see Frank holding her tight against him. His big arms wrapped around her, making her look small and frail.

“Kat, baby, you okay?” She twists around in Frank’s grip. As he starts to let go, her hands grip tightly to his forearms and she chokes on a sob.

“It’s okay. I’m right behind you.” He coos, tugging his arms away as she stumbles to her father.

“Baby, you’re okay. Listen, daddy’s gonna be going away for a while. Okay?” He coos calmly, as if he’s still talking to the same little girl from twenty years ago.

“Daddy, what--”

“The government woman is--”

“Quit talking to me like a child!” She shrieks, screaming at him and stamping her foot.

“I’m taking your father into custody for all the money laundering, the murders of five men, and for running a drug ring underground that we now have you admitting to.” Madani informs loudly as they cuff her father and start walking him down, out into the parking lot. “Put a vest on her, call it protection, whatever you need to do to put her into safety. We’ll shoot her. Take her as crossfire. The Russians and the Cartel will be down there. He’s safest in prison. And we’ll get him there. I need Frank removed safely. Once we’re out of here, they’ll load her into a body bag and get her somewhere safe with Frank. No one tip off Frank or the father. If they know something’s up they’ll take her, whether they think she’s alive or not.” She informs her agents as they load Frank and her father into cars. When she screams at them, the firing of pistols and semi-automatic hand guns fills the air.

“No! Daddy!” She screams, running to the car, but as the car pulls away, an agent strategically shoots her in the chest twice, Frank’s heart hitting the concrete.

“No!” He cries, shaking violently in his cuffs as he tries to get out. Slamming his head into the window, he doesn’t even crack it.

“No! My baby!” Her father screams, following Frank’s actions. They leave her lying on the concrete, tears falling down his face more and more as he fights harder. Madani draws Frank from the car and drags him kicking, into another building.

“Listen!” She shouts over Frank’s heavy, deafening breathing.

“Madani, let me outta these goddamn handcuffs or I swear on Christ I’ll kill everyone in here. You too.” He growls low and hard, his eyes dark burning into the agent as she stands her ground.

“Frank. Frank, calm down.” She coos as they roll a stretcher in with a body bag. “Frank, her father’s going to a white collar prison, he’ll be safe. Frank. Calm down. I’m gonna take these off but please--”

“The bag. What’s in the bag!?” He screams. As the cuffs come off, his hands wrap around Madani’s throat, squeezing until hse’s gripping at his hands, his knuckles white.

“Frank?” Her soft voice takes his breath from his lungs and he drops Madani on the floor, her gasping just quietly in the background. “Frank I’m right here.” She whispers, rising from her bag like a zombie.

“Darlin’. Baby girl. Holy shit.” He whispers, gripping her and holding her against him.

“Frank, my dad. My dad, he thinks I’m--”

“Your father thinks you are dead, and that’s the safest thing for him to think right now. He’s going to a good prison, where he’ll be safe, but he wanted you as safe as possible, and if he, the Russians, and the Cartel believe that his only daughter is dead you are in no danger.” Madani explains, giving her a soft smile.

“My father thinks his only daughter is dead! He’s being arrested and sent to a prison? Frank?” She looks at him with betrayal twinkling in her eyes and Frank chokes, grunting at the pain. She’d never looked at him like that before. “Did you know?”

“Yeah.” He whispers.

“You knew? You helped them?” She cries, grabbing his shirt and shaking him.

“It isn’t what it looks like. You’re father--”

“Your father needed to be safe, and taking him into a facility where the cartel and Russians can’t get him is as safe as he can be.” Madani tries to explain. Kat turns, a fire in her eyes that Frank might’ve been scared of any other day. He folds his arms around her, constricting like a boa, holding steadfast as she begins to kick and hit, screaming at the top of her lungs for Frank to let go.

“I’m gonna kill you, bitch! I’m gonna kill you!” She screams, kicking and slapping at Frank’s stony arms. “Let go of me!” She cries, pushing his arms away and running for the door.

“No! Don’t go out there!” Madani yells. “There’s a Russian mob and a mexican Cartel being arrested right now with the help of your father’s information and willingness to cooperate.” She stops in her tracks and faces Frank.

“You-you knew about this?” She whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. “I trusted you, Frank.” Shaking hands run through her hair as she stands near the door, unsure of what to do. “Frank, how could you?”

“Hun, I just-I wanted to keep you safe. You’re father asked for safety. This is the best I could offer him. I’m sorry.” He explains.

“Me too.” She grabs the handle of the warehouse and walks out into the daylight, pushing her way through the throng of curious eyes and speculating lips.

“Kathryn?” A voice calls, and when she turns, a gun is jabbed into her side she knows she’s messed up. “If you move or set off that Castle, I’ll kill ya for real this time.” The thick Russian accent gruff and low in her ear.

“Eyes on the bait! Eyes on the bait. Moving southeast with a russian, six feet five inches, short black hair, two tattoos on his hands, can’t make out what they say. Getting into a van now, license plate echo-six-bravo-nine-two-eight.” Frank listens quietly before he grabs the nearest gun and charges out the door.

Eyes scanning the vans, he sees one pull away from the curb and follows it.

“Castle is on the move.” Madani calls into the mic.

Frank sets into a sprint as he follows the van. Getting into the warehouse, he listens to hear her give a scream.

“Tell us about Frank Castle.” He growls, stabbing a small pering knife into her thigh. Crying out, she looks around and something about the empty warehouse didn’t feel empty.

“I don’t know any Frank. And that’s saying something, I’m Italian.” She giggles through harsh breaths as he slaps her. The crack across her face sends Frank into a frenzy of rage, killing every man but the man who stands between him and Kat.

“Pete!” She exclaims, rattling the chair legs on the ground. The Russian man’s eyes fall to where hers are locked he raises his brows, gulping audibly.

“Castle.” He growls, looking to Frank as his eyes narrow and he tries to put on a dangerous front. When his eyes meet Frank’s he finds something feral there, something predatory, and he steps back. Frank raises a gun, shooting the man between the shoulder and heart, dropping him on the ground. Gasp. Gasp. Frank ignores the man as he draws Kat from the chair.

“You okay?” He coos, leaving her with a giggle on her busted lips.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Punisher.” She laughs as she hugs his neck, pressing sweet little kisses to his cut face. Frank Castle, the Punisher, New York’s scariest vigilante, and yet these arms that had strangled, hands that killed were comforting her; they were carressing her body with such comfort that tears fell down her face. “Are you okay?”

“I just--I’m so mad at you, but I love you.” She whispers, sniffling. He sucks in a sharp breath.

“You mean that?” He coos as he walks her to his car. Stiffening, he looks at her rigid form and stops them, looking to her with a grin.

“I--”

“I love you too.” He assures, kissing her forehead as he meets Madani at the a roof top across town. Pulling into a parking garage, he leads her to the roof where Madani waits, a small bag in her hands.

“This is yours.” She hands the bag to Kat with a smiling nod. Skeptical and mad, she snatches the bag and hands it to Frank without a second glance.

“No, darlin’. It’s for you.” He smiles, handing it back. Glaring at the bag, she tugs it back to her and opens it. Drawing out it contents, she reads over them carefully.

‘Marriage Certificate

Katalina Jane Foster and Peter Michael Castiglione

Were married at Wilson City Courthouse

July 15th, 2010’

Among the items in the bag was a social security card with her new name, and a driver’s license, passport, and the deed to a house in Atlanta, Georgia. Frank looks at her with a smile.

“Well what if I didn’t want to marry you?” She asks with a challenging smirk.

“Then I’d have to take this back.” He pops open small, velvety red ring box, exposing a dainty piece of silver jewelry with pretty little blue sapphires in it. With a huge grin on her face, she jumps into his waiting arms and kisses his face. Madani watches on with a smile as Frank loads his new bride into a car and they drive away.

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Marriage (Demetri Volturi x Reader)

You looked down at the fancy card before you, a wedding invitation. It wasn't expected in the slightest and you gasped seeing just who was getting married. Edward and Bella. You didn't even know about their engagement. It wasn't long after that Aro told you they had received word Edward and Bella were to be married. You nodded with a polite smile. "Yes," You raised the invitation in your hand. "I've been invited." This made Demetri turn his head towards you. "This proves my point, Aro." Caius began. "They are mocking us with their delays!" "Of course not, brother. Our dear (Y/N) was good friends with Bella before joining us." Aro replied, casting you a smile. "Tell me, do you plan on attending?" "Actually, I figured it would be best to discuss that with you and Demetri." You said moving to Demetri's side. "Well, I can assure you, you have our approval on the condition that you don't go alone. Other than that, we trust you'll make the right decision." Aro nodded to Demetri. "Why don't you go with young (Y/N) and discuss this further?" Demetri nodded silently. "Thank you." You bowed slightly with another polite smile. "It's always a pleasure to see you, (Y/N), farewell my dears." Aro's eyes gleamed.

The leaders liked you more than people would have thought. You were pretty young in their eyes and such respect was hard to come by in humans in modern eras. You, however, once settled in had the upmost respect for the three and we're always very pleasant. So much so that even Caius thought highly of you, even if he didn't show it. The leaders seemingly surprised that despite meeting you through Bella when Edward had come to Italy, you were the least troublesome human they had ever known. It was at that time that you had discovered you were Demetri's mate and whilst you were evidently uncomfortable at first. You were able to keep your senses and be as respectful as you could. With that, they concluded that they could trust you to obey them just like every other guard.

As the doors closed behind you, Demetri took your arm into his, walking you both down the corridor at a leisurely pace. "I must admit, I am surprised you received an invitation." Demetri began, casting a glance at the invitation in your free hand. "I am too." You nodded at him with a look of unease. "I didn't think...they never tried to contact me." "I'm sure it's nothing personal, my darling." Demetri's gaze met yours. "I believe it solely to be due to our business with the Cullen's, not you." You nodded in agreement. "I understand. I just...it kind of hurts sometimes. You know? Even after all this time." You looked down, cracking a smile. "That's very silly of me. I don't even-" "No, it is not. Darling, it's not silly at all. I completely understand." Demetri reassured you, his brow furrowing slightly at your self deprecating comments. "I thought they hated me. That they'd find it easier to think that way at least." You admitted. "Darling, they haven't seen you since they were last here. If they hate anyone, it's our coven and we stand between them and you." You smirked at him. "Trust you never to share." Demetri hummed in amusement. "I don't share, especially when it comes to you."

Demetri led you to one of the many living rooms, this one containing the twins and Felix. "Do you want to attend?" Demetri asked. "Attend what?" Felix asked before you could respond. Demetri shot Felix a look for interrupting you. "I wasn't talking to you." "Yeah, so? What are you talking about?" Felix asked again. You smiled at Demetri with amusement. "Edward and Bella are getting married and I got an invitation to the wedding." You barely heard Jane's noise of disgust. "How...boring." Felix deflated. "Not a fan of weddings?" You asked lightly. Felix shook his head. "Don't mind them, don't like him." Felix responded. "Bella is a pretty face. Although that's where my interest stops." Felix shrugged. "As I was saying," Demetri began, sitting on the couch before reaching for you and tugging you to sit beside him. "Do you want to go?" "If I wanted to go, would you go with me?" Demetri sighed. "I saw that one coming." "Demetri..." You pleaded. "At least consider it for a second?" "You want me to go with you to this wedding knowing that I won't be welcomed. So are you asking me to lurk in the distance?" "Of course not." You frowned. "Demetri, if I were to go to the wedding, you'd be going with me as my husband." Demetri's head turned to you. "Really?" "Of course. You're my husband and if they want me there then they'll need to tolerate you being there." Something about you saying he was your husband made him smile slightly. The two of you weren't able to get married. Whilst a piece of him died repeatedly at the thought of being unable to marry you, to hear you didn't need a wedding and deemed him your husband already, made his heart swoon. He took your hand into his own and kissed your knuckles. "Do you want to go?" He asked again quietly. You nodded slowly before your eyes fell to your lap. "I know what I'm asking here and if you don't want to, or think it isn't what's best...I want to hear it." Demetri sighed again. "I can't say no to that face." He threw his head back. You looked up sharply. "Wait, really?" "Have I ever lied to you?" Demetri furrowed his brow, not understanding why you'd question him. You threw your arms around him, nestling into his neck. "Thank you." You said quietly. He hummed, rubbing your back. "I suppose I'll live if I watched those two wander off into their happily ever after." You sat up with a unconvinced look. "Happily ever after is so unrealistic." Demetri's jaw dropped, immediately turning his gaze to you with full attention. "We live happily ever after right now!" Demetri was offended to say the least and you nearly laughed at his face of complete disbelief. "Do we though? Really?" "Yes!?" Demetri answered loudly. Alec and Felix began to chuckle. "Doesn't happily ever after imply nothing bad ever happens? Like we argue sometimes Demetri, just like every other couple. Not everything is rainbows and sunshine with us." "Yes, but we will be together in spite of all of that! Which is why we live happily ever after because I cannot and will not even imagine myself with someone else!" Demetri gawked. "Do we need to have a talk?" Felix burst out laughing. "No, I'm just saying!" You responded. "Like you wouldn't change a thing about me? There isn't one character flaw that drives you mad?" "Of course you have flaws, just as I do! That doesn't mean I want to change you." "Dude your face...!" Felix said in-between laughs. "How am I supposed to react!? I thought we were happy!" Demetri cried out. "We are!" You laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm just saying it's unrealistic to think that lasts forever with no troubles." "Oh darling let me tell you, you will be surprised." Demetri responded and Felix continued to roar with laughter.

Later that night, you and Demetri were in your shared room. He moved behind you, winding his arms across your body and burying his face into your neck, taking in your scent. "So you consider me your husband?" He asked, before kissing your neck. You cracked a smile. "Of course. You and I are forever aren't we? So why wouldn't I?" "You know how much that means to me because..." Demetri trailed off. It affected Demetri more than yourself that you couldn't get married. "Hey..." You said quietly, getting his attention before holding up your hand. There on your left ring finger was the ring he gave you. "...See this? You gave it to me and I've wore it ever since. You and I both know that is my wedding ring. Wedding or not, we're married. Or at least we are to me. You can think what you like." Demetri smiled. "I like that." He pressed you further against him, kissing your neck again. "I like that a lot."

The day had arrived and you checked yourself over once again. Demetri came up behind you, looking at you through your reflection of the mirror. "My darling, you never fail to take my breath away." You hummed in amusement. "Good thing breathing isn't a requirement for you." You grinned, leaning against Demetri to kiss his cheek. "Felix is rubbing off on you, dear." You giggled as Demetri turned you to face him. "How are you feeling?" Demetri asked. You nodded. "A little nervous but I have you and you make everything okay."

The reception was beautiful, just as the aisle had been. You had yet to speak to anyone yet but you decided you'd keep your distance, knowing many would be bombarding the newly weds as well as the Cullen family and Bella's family. Demetri stood at your side, his hand on your lower back, the two of you pressed against each other's sides. "It's so beautiful." You said quietly to Demetri, once again taking in the lights and decor. "Our wedding would be better." Demetri responded. "Demetri!" You chastised quietly. "That's rude!" "No, darling. It's a fact." "They could hear you!" "Let them. If you like, we can go to Edward now and I'll happily tell him to his face." Demetri said flatly. "No." You responded. "You're going to be nice and congratulate the happy couple." "I mean it though." Demetri's voice dropped to a whisper. "Our wedding would be better. Our wedding would be beyond words. I'd make sure of it." "You'd take charge in our wedding too?" You smiled. Demetri hummed in amusement. "I'm older, I know best." He responded, pressing a kiss to your head. "Or you're more stubborn and spent many years being the one in control. You like having control." "You've yet to complain." Demetri smirked. "Besides, you know I'm right. You always like my ideas more." You giggled. "That's true. I believe you. You would make sure our wedding would be beyond words." His hand took hold of yours. "Come dance with me darling." "It isn't often we get to do that." You said as you let him lead you to the floor. "I know." He smiled quietly.

As you wrapped your arms around his neck, Demetri, lightly trailed his fingers across your arm, past your shoulder and down your back to your waist. "I know this isn't our night, but I can't help but want to take advantage of the this time to ourselves, darling." Demetri said into your ear. You nodded, pulling him closer. "I know, sweetheart. I know."

It was Carlisle and Esme who were the first to approach you. The others staying away, even those who Demetri called the Denali. You had never met them yet they couldn't get enough space from you. Demetri told you to ignore it, reminding you it wasn't you- it was him. "I'm so glad to see you here." Esme grinned at you warmly. "Of course, thank you for having us." Carlisle and Esme nodded. "Make sure to enjoy yourselves. You both look wonderful." Esme smiled.

As predicted, seeing Edward and Bella again- it was awkward. You knew Demetri had a run in with the Cullen's when a newborn army was created. You had no doubt this had only added to the tension between the two covens. Regardless, you wouldn't have come without him and you needed that to be clear. Despite any circumstances, you stood by Demetri as Bella did Edward. Both of you deciding to sacrifice your friendship to each other.

"You look beautiful." You told Bella with a smile. "Thank you and thank you for coming." Bella responded with a small smile. She was just as aware of the tension but was never good at hiding her emotions, looking almost visibly uncomfortable as Demetri and Edward stared one another down. You nodded. "Thank you for inviting me. I know...I know it would have been easier if you hadn't." "Of course not." Edward responded his gaze travelling to you. "We're glad to have you here. It wouldn't be right without you here." "That's very kind of you, Edward." You smiled with a nod. "Congratulations to you both. We wish you an eternity of happiness." Demetri said. "Thank you, we appreciate the sentiment." Edward responded almost stiffly. "Anyway, we wouldn't want to hold you up. Congratulations again, you two." You smiled at them and Demetri put a hand to your lower back, walking away with you.

"They're so adamant to make it known only you were welcome. It's amusing." Demetri smiled. "As I said, if they want me then they get you too. If anything, it's their fault. We wouldn't have met if Edward didn't go to Italy and Bella chased after him with Alice and I." Demetri took the opportunity to have another dance with you before you could even think to refuse. You chuckled at his antics, winding your arms around him. "I do owe them a thanks for that." Demetri agreed. "You've been so gracious today." The two of you began to sway once again. "You have been so adamant that you and I are united. Even if that meant upsetting an old friend. Even now, you don't hesitate to distance yourself on my behalf." "I'm not the only one." You said quietly, looking over Demetri's shoulder to Renee and Charlie. "Bella and I know the sacrifices we have to make for the one we love. We've never really said it but we both know, we gave each other up. I gave her up for you just as she gave me up for Edward." "She gave you up first." Demetri corrected. "That was something I never liked, even if it was more convenient for me. She gave you up to us like it was nothing, knowing she may never have seen you again. With someone she didn't know, with someone you were yet to know." "I like to think of it as, she knew what I'd be getting in return. I lost a friend but gained the love of my life. You're a blessing, Demetri. No one has ever made me as happy as you make me. Besides, deep down. I knew you wouldn't hurt me." "Darling, whilst it's accurate, that's a terrible show of survival skills to assume that I, a stranger at the time, wouldn't hurt you." Demetri lightly teased with a smile and you giggled. "I mean it. From the minute I saw you in the throne room. When Aro told us about our bond, I knew I needed to be with you. It was always you." You said quietly. After another moment of silence you smiled. "You have that look on your face." "What look?" Demetri asked, his eyes holding a soft gaze on you and a small smile. "That look in your eyes when you want to kiss me but won't because we aren't alone." "That's because I do, very much so." Demetri responded. "However, I am a gentleman and so as soon as I get to be alone with you again. I can promise you many kisses."

#twilight #volturi #the volturi #reader #demetri volturi #one shot #oneshot

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miraculouslycurious · 3 years

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Promises Of Life

A Brucinette Fic ~ Idea for this one-shot came from @badwolften.

Cross Posted On My Ao3

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Marinette and Bruce had met when they were little. Marinette’s Nonna Gina had taken her to meet with the Waynes, who were friends of hers. Bruce and Marinette hit it off right away. They became each others most trusted confidant, and they could share just about anything.

When Bruce’s parents were killed? Marinette dropped everything and hopped on the next flight available to Gotham.

When Mari’s school project was ruined by Chloe? Bruce was there to cheer her up and help her put it back together.

When Mari became Ladybug at 13? Bruce was the only one she told.

Eventually, when both of them were sixteen, they met again.

“Look, I like you, and I can tell you like me. Obviously, we’re not ready to settle down yet, but when we both turn 30 and are not either married, engaged or in a relationship? We marry each other. Deal?” Marinette held out her hand, her face innocent and serious.

“Deal.” Bruce pushed her hand aside in order to pull her in for a hug. As he pulled back, he gave her a short kiss on the lips. “There. To hold us over” He said with a smile.

Marinette nodded happily and hugged him, saying goodbye once again.

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Now, 14 years later, and Marinette is wondering what the heck to do with her life next.

She had defeated Hawkmoth five years ago, consoled an incredibly distraught Adrien and had ended up with a boyfriend.

She and Adrien had dated for a year before breaking up due to the spark between them fading. Their relationship had turned into a sibling bond.

Lila had gotten rid of all her friends, with the exception of Kagami, Luka, Adrien and Chloe. Lila had been turned into the police because of proof that she had been willingly working with Hawkmoth.

Marinette didn’t know where to go from there. Until the Kwami offered up an idea.

“Marinette, what if you went somewhere that needs cleansing of bad luck? You can help the world that way!” Tikki chirped, not liking her chosen seeming so lost.

Marinette took a breath. “ You’re right Tikki…. How about… Gotham?” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she recalled the promise she had made years ago.

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Stepping off the plane in Gotham, Marinette glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings as she headed to her hotel.

Walking down the sidewalk with her luggage, Marinette sensed someone following her and she ducked into an alleyway before sweeping the thugs legs out from underneath them and tying them up with a clothesline she grabbed from someone’s balcony.

“Miss, are you alright-“ Batman asked before faltering at seeing Marinette in front of him.

“B… long time no see, right? How long were you planning on keeping this from me?” Marinette leaned against the alley wall, raising an eyebrow at the dark night.

Batman reached up and scratched his neck. “Uh… Coffee tomorrow? That one shop we used to frequent, Pinch of Fortune? The owner, Marie still works there, and the coffee’s still just as good.”

Marinette shook her head softly in agreement. “10 am, I’ll see you there.” She blew a kiss to him before turning out of the alleyway.

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Batman arrived back at the cave, slightly confused. What the heck was Marinette doing in Gotham again? Is she mad at me for not telling her sooner? Why is she even here- OH.

He thought back to the one day where they made a promise. And he realized a couple of things.

One. He was now 30.

Two. He was 30 and still single.

Three. Marinette was back in Gotham, she seemed to be 30 and single and therefore???

He groaned as he made his way into the bat cave, weakly gesturing to his sons to start debriefing.

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Alfred found him soon after he left the cave.

“Does this newly induced panic have something to do with Miss Marinette’s arrival back into Gotham?” Alfred asked, sitting down next to the man he considered a son.

“You knew?” Bruce asked, looking up to Alfred. Alfred nodded in confirmation.

“Now, when are you going to be telling the young masters that you’re pretty much engaged?” Alfred raised an eyebrow with a small smirk.

Bruce groaned again and his head fell back against the table.

“I’m not???”

“Master Bruce, we both know that isn’t true.”

“Alfred, you know me too well.”

“Of course. Who else would there be to tell embarrassing stories of your childhood to your children?”

“Alfred!!!”

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The next morning, Marinette walked out of her hotel and headed towards the coffee shop, excited to hear what had been happening in her best friend (and partial lover)’s life since she last talked to him.

She sat down and ordered a mocha for herself and a latte for Bruce, the same way he had liked it since they were young.

“Marinette!” Bruce sat down in the chair across from her. “So… how are you doing?” He chuckled nervously.

“Pretty decent. Figured I’d come here to cleanse some of the bad luck, but y’know.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry, cleanse bad luck??”

“…That’s a story for another time, anyways, how about you?” Marinette deflected the question.

“Well, my uh, protecting duties are one thing… I have three adopted sons, one biological son and an adopted daughter.”

Marinette snorted. “You always did talk about wanting a big family.”

He nodded. “So… speaking of family… that promise we made when we were 16… is it still valid?”

“Only if you want it to be…?” She started fidgeting in her chair.

“Only if you do as well.”

Marinette let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “And what if I do?”

“Then I can do this.” Bruce stood up, helped her out of her chair, pulled her closer to him and kissed her, making up for the years that they hadn’t been together. Because now they were together, and that’s what mattered in the end. They had kept and followed through on their promises.

#Maribat #Brucinette #bruce wayne #marinette dupain cheng #bruce wayne x marinette dupain cheng #good dad bruce wayne

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Top Shelf: Chapter 15- Binding Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Bookshop/Bartender/Baker AU)

Word Count: 1,894

Summary: You finally start to get things moving and it’s all so exciting and then something even more magical happens...

Author’s Note: Hi again loves! Happy Monday! I hope everyone is doing well! I hope you enjoy this chapter, it made me really happy to write it. The macaron place the reader is referring to is called La Maison Du Macaron and you can visit the sit here so delish! Thank you for your continued support and love, it means everything and I know I say it every damn time but you all rock, thanks for reading and much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fluffy fun, happy fluff, soft fluff, FLUFF explosion! yay! :)

Top Shelf Masterlist (all the previous chapters can be found here :)

“You ok baby?” Your question startles Bucky from his thoughts and he looks at you with a soft smile. “Yea. I am. Thank you beautiful.” With your fingers entwined you walk down the street, your arms swinging and your hearts lighter. “Now I’m just thinking…where do we start”? You hum in agreement, lightly skipping in front of him and twirling yourself around.

“Well. We have to call Tony and tell him we’re in. So, we’ll do that first thing on Monday. And he might be a good person to ask on what to do next.” Bucky watches as you continue dancing yourself down the street, lightly jogging to catch up and twirl you around again. “Good idea,” he says before kissing you, his fingers buried in your hair and your hands clinging to his shirt.

“Bucky, we’re really gonna do this aren’t we?” You whisper the question against his lips, eyes still closed as you catch your breath. When he doesn’t answer you open them and the depth of love you see makes you lose your breath once again. “We are. And there’s no one else I want to do this with.” Before you can say more, he kisses you again and you let the sound of the city and the rest of the world fall away, completely wrapped up in him.

Monday starts off well and your call with Tony is full of hope and excitement. He wants to meet with you again to go over how and where to start and he wants Steve to come as well so they can discuss the structural changes that the Bookshop will undergo. The buzz from it all carries you through the rest of the day and your thoughts are ever present on all the ideas you have for the renovation.

‘Hey doll. ❤❤ I was thinking we should meet up with everyone after we talk with Tony and maybe discuss ways to get the word out, you know on social media and all that.’ You smile as you type your reply text. ‘That’s a great idea ❤ Nat is a whiz with this stuff and has done some freelance work for companies so she will be a huge help.’ His own response makes your smile grow. ‘How did we get so lucky. Our friends are the best.’

Later that night the two of you are sitting on the couch, facing each other, criss cross apple sauce, pen and paper in hand. “Ok babe. So far, you’ve had my chocolate chip peanut butter cookies, chocolate pie, cream puffs, and chocolate chip cookies.” Bucky is vigorously shaking his head yes and licking his lips at the thought of all the yumminess. “What about brownies? People love those! And definitely some kind of cake, right? Muffins are a must! And maybe even those cookies you love, the ones with the little feet that we get at that fancy French place in your neighborhood?”

Bucky’s hands are flying this way and that as he continues hurling out different desserts and goodies. At first you try to keep up and write them all down, finally just giving up and throwing the pen at his head. He catches it of course. “Ugh. Why did I know that would happen? you laugh, picking your feet up and poking him with your toe. Ignoring your complaints, he grabs your feet and starts tickling them, expertly pulling you forward and covering your body with his.

“Did you get all that. Hmmm? Huffing as you lay under him you try to get your arms free but have no luck. “I stopped after the cookies with the little feet,” you deadpan, trying your hardest to wiggle out. “Feet? I said cookies with feet?” His bewildered look is the last straw and you burst into giggles, screaming out “macarons, they’re called macarons,” just before he starts tickling your sides.

He finally lets up when your face starts turning red. “Man that is way too fun,” he sighs out happily when he sits up, still keeping you pinned to the couch. “You’re the worst. Now take me for macarons at La Maison!” Grinning down at you he lifts his hands in a promise of more tickles but instead helps you up and kisses you sweetly. “Anything for my best girl. Let’s go.”

When you meet with Tony later in the week, you’re much less nervous and having Steve with you just makes it all the better. The location he picks this time is much more relaxed and you feel like you’re getting to know more about Tony as a person and not just a businessman. “I’m excited for you kids. And you’re lucky you have so many willing and able people on board,” he says, looking to Steve. “I think you should get started as soon as possible. We have about 8 weeks left of summer and it would be nice to have things ready for fall.”

Steve perks up at that. “Buck, if you’re gonna serve coffee and all that you can make pumpkin spice stuff. I’ve seen Peggy literally do dances for anything with pumpkin spice.” Everyone laughs and can’t help but agree. “It’s true. My wife has made me go out in the pouring rain to get her a pumpkin spice latte. She loves that stuff.” Tony’s smile is real whenever he mentions Pepper and it gives you a good feeling, loving that he’s sharing a bit more about his personal life.

The four of you sit and talk for over three hours and it isn’t until you rest your head on Bucky’s shoulder and cover your mouth in a yawn that Tony decides it’s time to go home. Steve walks halfway home with you guys before he makes a turn and heads to his shared apartment with Peggy. “See you guys this weekend and don’t forget about Friday Buck.” Steve gives Bucky a stern look before hugging you tight and saying goodnight.

“What’s happening on Friday?” A mischievous grin creeps over Bucky’s face and you start smiling yourself. “Bucky. You better tell me.” Bucky’s smile is so big and bright you can’t help how infectious it is. “Ok. Listen to me. He told me not to tell anyone because he’s afraid it will ruin the surprise but he also said if I couldn’t take it anymore I could tell you but if you ruin the surprise he’ll kill you. So.”

You’re now jumping up and down in front of his apartment, pulling on his arm and shouting, “oh my god. OH MY GOD. He’s gonna propose, isn’t he?” you whisper yell, nearly bursting. Bucky’s shocked look makes you throw your head back with laughter. “I knew it! Peggy, Nat and I were talking about it the other day. Peg was saying Steve’s been acting so strange and then Nat just threw it out there that he is probably going to ask her to marry him and that was it.”

Bucky starts to look frantic and you quickly take his face in your hands. “No, no, Buck. Don’t worry. She doesn’t know when or how or any of that. She doesn’t have a clue. We were just having fun and talking.” It seems like he wants to say something, so you wait, watching as a sea of emotions swirl around in his eyes. “Ok. That’s good. Because if anything goes wrong, my ass is toast. Even though he can’t touch me but ya know.” Scoffing you brush him off and spin back around to ask, “wait. So, what’s happening Friday?”

“Well we have to go pick up the ring and then I’m going to help him carry out his plan.” You clear your throat and try to hold back your emotion. “I’m so happy. I can’t wait!” Bucky takes your hand and opens the door to his building, letting you through first and securing you to his side once you’re in. “I’m happy for them too,” he whispers into your hair, “it’s going to be amazing.”

By the time Friday comes you’re practically thrumming with excitement and can barely contain yourself every time you talk with Peggy. You’re thankful for modern technology and texting because if you had to talk on the phone you would definitely give something away. You’re supposed to meet Bucky and everyone at the bar tonight to celebrate the engagement, so you and Nat hang out after work to get ready. You all decided to get a little more dolled up than usual tonight considering it was a special occasion and you knew Steve and Peggy would be looking fancy themselves.

“I wonder if she suspects anything,” Nat says as she turns around for you to zip her dress. “I hope not. I mean we did elude to the fact that he might be up to something, but it was all in good fun. Either way, I know she’s going to be so happy. My turn.” You turn around so Nat can zip you up, giving yourself one last look in the mirror.

When you arrive at the bar Sam is outside to greet you, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he sees Nat in her dress. You leave the two of them to say hello and head inside. The moment your eyes lock with Bucky’s you can tell he thinks you look incredible. He mouths a “wow” at you before Peter nudges him in the elbow to get his attention. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, instead motioning for you to come closer.

Walking up to the bar you shimmy between some customers, leaning over so Bucky can whisper in your ear. “You look stunning.” With a light blush you pull away and kiss his cheek before searching for Nat and Sam and finding them in your usual spot. “Anyone have an eta on the newly engaged couple?” you ask when you reach them.

Sam slides in close, whispering, “Bucky said they should be here in under 30. He wouldn’t give me any more info.” Looking at Nat you cover your mouth to quiet your squeal, “ok, thanks Sam!” He walks away to grab your drinks and you watch Bucky behind the bar. “Do you think you’ll marry him.” Nat’s question has your head snapping back and you take a moment to appreciate the weight of it. She just smiles and squeezes your hand.

Before you can take the conversation further, Bucky rushes over with Sam, handing you your drinks and yelling, “they’re just about here.” The four of you get to the front of the bar as quickly as you can and wait for Steve to open the door. You see his blonde hair first and you can already feel the tears building. He opens the door for Peggy and the second her eyes land on the four of you she screams and comes running at you full speed.

Her arms wrap around you and Nat and all three of you jump up and down, crying and hugging and grabbing her hand to see the ring. It’s gorgeous and perfect and you’re so happy. She calls Steve away from the guys and you all hug again, congratulating them and gushing over the ring. Sam and Bucky watch from behind and Sam turns to Bucky whose gaze never once leaves your smiling face. “So. You’re next huh?”

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thenovelartist · 4 years

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Wedding Nights - MLQC headcanons

Steamy but SFW

I saw some post on tumblr begging for wedding night stuff after these wedding cards were released. I don’t write NSFW, but still kinda want something along those lines, so here. XD

Gavin

While the boy DID spend hours agonizing over finding the perfect engagement ring before ultimately getting a custom one, Gavin could not have cared less about the details of the wedding.

As long as he got to marry the love of his life, he was fine with anything.

He doesn’t care about the details of the wedding night, either.

Much.

He wouldn’t argue, but he would prefer if said wedding night just took place at home. No hotel, no anything big or fancy or frilly. Just them safely tucked away in their new place where he knew it was secure.

Only decorated with candles and flowers because Minor (And Kiki and Willow) told him to.

Doesn’t get the appeal, but if it made his bride happy, then he’d do it.

After the reception, Gavin literally flies home with the love of his life in his arms.

They enter through the window. Because of course they do.

When he closes the windows and curtains, his wife takes the opportunity to hug him from behind, pressing a kiss right between his shoulder blades.

He feels it through all layers of clothing and immediately colors red.

The night starts off innocently for a wedding night. Sweet, fluttering kisses that are interrupted by soft giggles as they held each other close.

Then one of those kisses lingers a little long, putting aside the innocence of their actions.

Gavin realizes he doesn’t know how he’s going to survive the wedding night when his bride runs her hands up his abs to his shoulders, slipping under his jacket to slide it down his arms.

He’s going to die. A sweet death, but he’s dying, nevertheless.

By the time his bride is unbuttoning his shirt, he realizes he should try getting her out of her dress.

Thankfully, she had taken pity on her new husband and had found one with a zipper in the back.

Not that lace or buttons wouldn’t be pretty, but he wasn’t well adept to such things.

He was thankful for the consideration.

When the dress hits the floor, Gavin’s already shirtless.

He’s backing her up to the edge of the bed. Her knees hit the edge, and she collapses onto it.

Gavin has two seconds of clarity to realize he should help her undo her shoes and hair.

He kneels before her, taking off her shoes and kissing the tops of her feet. He loves her and will happily shower her in attention.

Then he attempts to help her with her hair.

He only got four of several pins, but he was at least gentle in doing it.

Only then does he go back to kissing his bride, laying kisses on her cheeks as the occasional “I love you” falls from his lips.

And right before she yanks him down into bed with her, he uses his evol to snuff out all the candles.

Come morning, Gavin’s plan was to make his new wife breakfast (he’d been practicing).

But when it came down to it, he didn’t want to leave her warm embrace for a long while. No reason to rush a perfectly good morning snuggling in bed with his wife

(Others under cut: long post)

Kiro

The wedding was something much different than most people expected. Small, private, close friends and family and a few important people only.

Most importantly: no fans or press! This event was specifically for him and Miss Chips. End of story.

The fans could hear about all the details at a later date.

Probably a destination wedding.

Meaning he booked the nicest room of the coolest hotel.

He personally set up everything in the room beforehand.

Roses and rose petals everywhere. Lots of candles. Music he composed himself specifically for the night. Whole shebang.

They escape their reception in a white limo, streamers decorating it along with a sign on the back that says “Just Married”.

And of course, he carries her bridal style all the way from the limo into their room, the duo laughing and giggling all the way.

They don’t settle down when they get to the room, either. They laugh and joke a bit before Kiro starts tickling his bride, meaning she retaliates until they’re both lying on the bed, snuggled together, stupid smiles on their faces.

To Kiro, it partly feels surreal. Like it was too perfect.

He can’t help but want to prove it’s real by pulling his wife closer to him, holding her tightly in his arms and laying a few reverent kisses on her face.

One for each eyelid. One on her forehead. The tip of her adorable nose. The apple of each cheek…

Then she reached up to hold his jaw, guiding his lips to hers.

That’s when the fire sparked.

He pins her to the bed, still fully clothed, kissing her like his life depends on it.

One intense kiss turns to two turns to four. Within moments, they’re already breathing heavy despite the night just starting.

Gently turns her to her side so he can get at the back of her dress.

She whines, but then those whines of protest turn to pleasure as Kiro kisses every inch of her shoulder blades.

The laced-up back of the dress is easily tackled by Kiro, who had worn practically every kind of outfit and dealt with every kind of fastener under the sun.

He’s able to undo it with his eyes closed; feeling for the edge of the ribbon and tugging the bow free before hooking his finger onto each cross section of ribbon, slowly working it looser and looser.

It’s not a mad rush to get free of their clothes. Instead, it’s a piece of his tux here and there that his bride works free before tossing to who-knew-where while he slowly slides the dress lower and lower on her body, kissing her newly revealed skin as it went.

And this went on until the only fabric on them were the sheets.

The morning found these two fast asleep. There were no phones or alarms to wake them up.

And neither wanted to wake the other, meaning they pretend to be sleeping for another hour and a half just so they can relish the feeling of being with each other.

Victor

The wedding was big and traditional and the classiest event of the freaking century.

Victor let his lovely bride decide on most of the details, though he occasionally vetoed something he didn’t like.

The one thing he was extremely picky on was the catering and wedding cake.

For their escape afterwards, of course he found the classiest honeymoon suite in the area.

Had the staff handle setting the room up per his request.

Champagne and candles. Vases of flowers decorating the room, but no petals covering the bed. That’s just a mess.

Carries her to the awaiting black limo to escape from their reception. Not decorated in anything tacky, thank you.

He escorts her like a gentleman up to their room, laying a couple kisses on her hands along the way.

Carries her over the threshold.

Sets her down in their room and lets her marvel over the finery of it as well as the stunning view.

He couldn’t help but offer her the champagne, and so, they sit together, his wife curled up in his lap while they sip the sweet booze that they didn’t get a chance to enjoy much of at their reception while they watch the twilight fade completely to night.

Honestly, Victor enjoyed this more than their entire reception. Private quiet time holding his wife? He could get used to this.

Eventually, it got chilly, meaning it was time to migrate inside.

After Victor shut the door and curtains, his bride asked him for help getting out of her dress.

So. Many. Buttons.

And they’re so small and round, traveling from her shoulders to past her hips. How long did it take to get her into this?

After struggling with three buttons, complaining all the while, Victor gave into the desire of ruining the perfectly good dress that she was only going to wear this once anyways.

At the sound of fabric ripping, his wife gasps as she spins around, looking at the buttons that are now bouncing across the carpeted floor.

The horror on her face actually amuses Victor, though he doesn’t let out a chuckle until she herself starts laughing.

It’s an unrestrained laugh that Victor knows he has the privilege to hear the rest of his life.

Can’t help but cuddle her close, pressing a couple fleeting kisses to the side of her face.

With her dress barely hanging off her shoulders, she helps Victor with unbuttoning his shirt.

Once he’s stripped down to his underwear, he leans forward to finally press an actual kiss to her lips for the first of MANY times that night.

During which, he’ll slide the barely-hanging-on dress off her shoulders, leaving her in her undergarments as well.

He picks her up off the ground, and though she gasps in surprise, she ends up looping her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, allowing him to carry her off to bed.

Morning is signaled only by the time on the clock, a time Victor has programmed himself to wake up at every morning.

But unlike any other morning, he happily stays in bed beside his wife, cherishing this time with her as he smiles down at her still sleeping form.

Lucien

He would be happy with anything. But, preferred (and got) a smaller, quieter wedding.

Outdoors would be lovely, on a nice, spring day.

Has no preference where the wedding night takes place.

If at home, then he spends time decorating. Like, the whole house. Because it’s now theirs as a married couple.

Trail of rose petals into the bedroom, which is now set up with candles and flowers and music. Lucien even put up a canopy on the bed.

He drives her away from their reception. This is their getaway, and he really doesn’t want a chauffer intruding. Just them is how he wants it to be.

Though the orphanage kids had a fun time leaving notes for them in the back seat and decorating the outside of the car with streamers and cans and the “Just Married” sign on the back window.

They walk up to their apartment together. Then Lucien holds his hand over hers as they put the key in the lock to open the door to their house, together.

Then swoops her up in his arms and kicks the door shut behind them.

He hadn’t planned on carrying her to the bedroom, but that’s what ended up happening.

Set her gently on the edge of the bed.

Long. And. Slow. Kisses.

Each kiss is reverent on her, because she’s the most precious thing in his world.

He’s got patience in spades, so he’s going to take his sweet time lavishing his new wife with love and affection.

As for the line of buttons on his wife’s dress, there’s no problem with that.

Because with every button that’s undone, more skin that he can kiss is revealed.

He starts at the neck of her dress, his kisses landing on her ear and jaw as he works on undoing the buttons one by one.

And when he gets to the middle of her shoulder blades, he moves that attention to her neck, leaving lingering kiss after lingering kiss on every inch of skin that’s revealed.

By the time he’s at her hips, his wife is laying face down on the bed, whining and whimpering at his attentions to her spine.

Does not help that his hands are wondering up the skirt of her dress, rubbing her legs as he continues to undo the buttons one handed.

He pretends he’s got this all under control when in reality, it’s actually a little hard on him.

He did not anticipate how severe a reaction to his wife’s reactions he would have.

When he frees her from the dress, slowly pulling it off her, she seizes a moment to tackle him back to the bed and return the favor.

Thinks he can hold it together.

Is proven wrong and flips her back over on the bed once she finishes unbuttoning his shirt. Restraint is at a new low for Lucien the rest of the night.

Morning sees the rare sight of his wife awake before him.

However, he was awake later into the night when she was asleep, so just as he got to watch his bride sleep and relish the preciousness of something so simple, his wife got to return the favor that morning.

#mlqc #mlqc headcanon #headcanons #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien #fluff!

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fangirlingtodeath513 · 4 years

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The Secret Boyfriend | for the @deanandcasbingo

Rating: G Warnings: None Tags: Marriage, Engaged Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sharing a Bed, Road Trips

“Dean? Why did Sam send us separate invitations for his and Rowena’s wedding?” Dean can hear his boyfriend’s keys clatter as they land on the glass table next to the front door and the rustle of paper which is undoubtedly the sound of Castiel shuffling through the mail.

“I’m not sure,” Dean admits with a frown, pulling his t-shirt down over his torso and meeting Cas in the living room. Cas takes one look at Dean’s old sweatpants and worn t-shirt and grins.

“You got the day off?”

Dean laughs and plucks the stack of mail from Cas’s hands, dropping it unceremoniously on the coffee table as he pulls his boyfriend into a kiss. “Yeah, Benny covered my shift since I covered for him when it was his anniversary. I figured we could spend the day relaxing and then go out to dinner later. Maybe look at rings?” Dean tentatively suggests, his nerves quashed the minute Cas’s arms wind around his neck.

“Sounds perfect. You haven’t told your family yet?”

Dean shakes his head, smiling and brushing his thumb along Cas’s jaw. “Wanted to keep it between us, just for a little bit. And I don’t really want to take attention away from Sammy, with him and Rowena newly engaged and all.” Dean winces. “Is that, uh… okay?”

Cas laughs and kisses him gently. “Of course it is, Dean. It’s sweet that you don’t want to step on your brother’s excitement and it’s not like we’re in a rush to get married. I think we’ve both been acting as though we’ve been married for quite a while, now.”

“Suppose so,” Dean agrees, shaking his head with a smile. “According to Charlie, we’ve practically been married since we laid eyes on each other.”

Cas grins, fingers playing with the shorts hairs on the back of Dean’s head. “She isn’t wrong.”

“Maybe not,” Dean muses, hugging Cas against him tightly. “It is our anniversary, I think we’re entitled to being extra ‘gross and lovey-dovey’, as Meg says.”

Cas hums, breath ghosting over Dean’s earlobe as he presses a kiss just below his ear. “Later. Right now, I’m taking you back to bed.”

Dean bites his lip, chuckling. “Lead the way, love.”

“You really want to tell them the week of your brother’s wedding?”

Dean shrugs as he zips his suitcase shut. “It’s not like either of us are gonna make a big deal about it. We’ve already agreed that we don’t want an engagement party or a big, expensive wedding. Hell, we haven’t even set a date yet.” He brings Cas’s hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the simple silver band nestled on his finger. The small jade embedded right in the center catches his eye and he grins as he glances at his own ring. It’s the same as Castiel’s, but with a small aquamarine gem rather than a jade. Unconventional, sure, but it fits their relationship perfectly and Dean’s so happy he feels like he could burst. “Besides, I don’t want to hide how excited I am. Not from my family.”

Castiel smiles widely and pulls Dean into a kiss, sighing happily against his lips. “I love you so much.”

Dean laughs. “Do you? I never would’ve guessed.”

“Oh, shut up,” Cas mutters, shaking his head and grabbing his suitcase. “C’mon, we’ve got a nine-hour drive and I still need coffee.”

Dean smirks, grabbing his own suitcase. “Yes, sir.”

The drive to Lawrence is uneventful, thankfully. He and Cas jam out to the classic rock stations and they make it to the Winchester house by dinnertime. Mary welcomes them in with tight hugs and Dean nearly starts drooling when he smells roast chicken.

“Dad’s making his roast chicken? Hell yeah!”

“Language,” Mary chides, smiling and shaking her head as she turns to Castiel. “Good to see you again, Cas. I trust Dean’s treating you well?”

Castiel smiles. “A gentleman, as always.”

“Good,” Mary says with a grin, ushering them inside. “I hope you boys don’t mind sharing the pull-out, rooms are kinda tight at the moment.”

Dean waves a hand at her. “We’ll make it work. Grandma and Grandpa Campbell are here already?”

“This morning,” Mary confirms. “Go set your stuff down, dinner’s almost ready.”

Dean leads the way through the house, Cas following close behind. They leave their suitcases by the couch and head for the dining room, greeting Dean’s father and grandparents.

“Dean! Glad you made it safely, man,” Sam says, pulling his brother into a tight hug.

“‘Course I did, Sammy. Couldn’t miss everything as your best man, now, could I?” Dean grins and hugs Rowena tightly as Sam moves on to hug Cas. “Hey, Ro. Can’t believe you agreed to be married to him.”

Rowena smirks, glancing at Sam. “He has his uses.”

“High praise,” Cas comments with a grin, settling into the seat next to Dean once the greetings are out of the way. “Thank you for letting us stay, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester.”

John waves off the thanks. “Least we could do. You boys had an okay trip?”

Dean grins. “It was great. Way better than flying.”

They’re halfway through dinner when Sam brings up their invitations.

“So neither of you filled out the plus one section.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t realize we needed to.”

“Oh! You didn’t if you’re not bringing anyone.”

Dean and Cas exchanged a confused glance but before either of them can ask, the conversation’s already moved on.

“What was that about?” Cas murmurs as they’re climbing into bed that night. “Why would we fill out the plus one section when they sent us both invitations?”

Dean shakes his head. “Not a clue. That was super weird.”

“They… know we’re together, right?” Cas asks with a frown.

Dean snorts. “Of course they do, love. No way they don’t.”

Cas seems to accept that answer and snuggles against Dean’s side with a pleased hum. “I love you, Dean. Goodnight.”

Dean smiles softly and presses a kiss to Cas’s forehead. “Love you, too.”

They’re so busy the few days before the wedding that Sam’s weird invitation mention is entirely forgotten. Dean’s fully in best man mode, helping prepare the last few things for the wedding the following day. He, Sam, Rowena, and Rowena’s maid of honor all head for the hotel that night. Dean’s staying in the groom’s suite with Sam, so Cas is left at the Winchester house by himself, as much as Dean hates it. He’ll see Cas at the reception, he can spend a day without pining for his fiance.

Sam’s a mess the morning of his wedding. He’s concerned everything is going to go wrong, he can’t find Rowena’s ring, and he forgot his shoes at the house.

“Sammy, breathe. I’ve got Rowena’s ring right here.” He pats the pocket over his heart. “Alright? I’ll call Cas and have him bring your shoes, it’s not a big deal.”

Sam takes a deep breath and nods. “You don’t think he’ll mind?”

“Not at all, man. Go work on your vows, I’ll give him a call.”

Sam nods, though Dean can see just how relieved he is. Sam retreats into the bedroom, so Dean hangs around the sitting room and calls Cas.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas answers. Dean can hear the smile in his voice and it makes Dean smile.

“Mornin’, love. Sleep okay?”

“I did. How’re things going?”

Dean chuckles. “Well, Sammy’s freaking out about almost everything. Probably just some pre-wedding jitters, nothing to worry about. I have a huge favor to ask.”

Cas laughs. “I figured. What’s up?”

“Sammy left his shoes at the house. I know it’s a bit of a drive, but if you wanna just bring your stuff, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you getting ready here.”

He hears shuffling on the other end, something he can’t quite make out the origin of. “Where would I find his shoes?”

“Bench at the end of the bed.”

More shuffling and then a small, “A-ha! Got them. I’ll grab my suit and be there in less than an hour.”

Dean grins. “Perfect. Drive safe, love. See you soon.” He tucks his phone away, knocking on the bedroom door. “Sammy? Cas is on the way with your shoes. He’s gonna chill here and get ready if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Dean.”

Cas arrives forty-five minutes later with Sam’s shoes, which Dean quickly passes to Sam before pulling Cas into a soft kiss. “Hi, love. Missed you.”

Cas grins and kisses him again. “Missed you, too. Let me just change and then I’ll leave you two to do… whatever else you need.”

Dean hums, slipping his arms around his fiance’s neck. “Kay. Save me a dance, hm?”

“We’ll see,” Cas answers with a laugh.

Dean chuckles and shoves Cas gently. “You’re an asshole. Go put your suit on, bathroom’s over there.”

Sam’s back in the sitting room by the time Cas steps out in his suit, tie in hand, smiling at Dean sheepishly. Dean smirks and shakes his head. “I really need to teach you how to tie a tie.

Cas grins and tips his chin up so Dean can tie his tie, murmuring, “Maybe I just like having you this close.”

Dean grins and drops a soft kiss to Cas’s nose as he straightens his tie. “There. All set.”

Cas gives a pleased hum. “I’ll see you both later. Congratulations, Sam!”

Sam smiles nervously. “Thanks, Cas. See you later.”

The wedding goes off without a hitch. With pictures done, the wedding party heads into the reception. Sam and Rowena come in last and launch into their first dance, a gorgeous, choreographed piece the two of them have been working on for months. Once finished, the DJ calls for all couples to join the newlyweds on the dance floor, so Dean turns to Cas and holds out a hand. “May I have this dance, Mr. Novak?”

Cas grins and allows Dean to lead him to the dance floor. Dean sweeps Cas into his arms almost effortlessly, arms settling around Cas’s waist as they sway slowly to the music.

“Your family is staring at us,” Cas murmurs. Dean hums and pulls him closer, leaning his head against Castiel’s.

“Don’t care. I am surprised they didn’t ask about the rings, though.”

Eventually, the song ends, so he and Cas head back to their table. They’re sitting with Dean’s parents and grandparents near the head table that Sam and Rowena are sitting at. Cas collects their glasses and heads for the bar to get refills, which is when Dean’s family pounces.

“So, you and Cas are pretty close,” Mary chances, raising an eyebrow at Dean.

Dean snorts. “Yeah, guess you could say that. He’s…” he shrugs, smiling. “He’s my best friend.”

“ Just your best friend?” Grandma Campbell prompts. Ah, so someone had noticed the rings. Dean grins.

“Well, actually, we didn’t want to draw any attention away from Sam and Ro’s day, but we’re engaged.”

He looks around the table to find his entire family dumbstruck, which is… weird.

“Uh, don’t you think that’s kind of… fast? I mean, when did this even happen?” John asks, face pale.

Dean frowns. “Well, uh, we’ve been officially engaged for about three months, but we’ve been talking about getting married for about a year, now.”

Sam and Rowena apparently wandered over without Dean noticing and Rowena grins at him. “Congrats, Dean. You two are adorable. Sickeningly so, in fact.”

Dean laughs. “Yeah, we’ve heard that before. Thanks, Ro.”

“Hang on, you and Cas have been talking about getting married for a year ?” Sam gapes at him.

Dean’s more than a little confused, at this point. “Uh, yeah? Why do you look so confused? This ain’t exactly outta left field.”

Grandpa Campbell scoffs. “The hell it ain’t, boy. How have you been talkin’ about getting married for a year?”

Dean frowns. “Well, we want to adopt in the next few years and it’s way easier to do that if you’re married, so…” he trails off, though his family still looks confused.

“So, what, you two are just gonna raise a kid together? What if you meet someone you really want to spend your life with?” John asks.

Dean scoffs. “Cas is the one I want to spend my life with. I thought you guys were okay with me being bi.”

“Son, what does you bein’ bisexual have to do with you an’ Cas marrying just to adopt a kid?”

Dean blinks at them. They can’t really think… can they? At least Rowena looks just as confused as Dean feels. “It’s not just to adopt a kid. It’s been long enough, we may as well make it official as far as the government is concerned.”

“It’s been long enough?” Sam repeats, looking absolutely baffled.

“Yeah,” Dean answers slowly. “Cas and I have been together for seven years, kinda seems like marriage is the next step.”

His grandfather shakes his head. “So, what, you’ve been roommates for seven years, so you’re just gonna get married?”

“I’m sorry— roommates ?” He looks around at his family, raising his eyebrows at Rowena. “Do you have any idea what the fuck they’re talking about?”

“Not a wee clue, dear,” Rowena answers, brows furrowed.

“Cas and I have been dating for seven years. Y’all know that.”

His family looks absolutely baffled, which is disheartening. Cas chooses that moment to return with their drinks, though he seems to sense the tension between them since he just sets their drinks down and sits quietly.

“Uh, no, sweetie, we didn’t,” Mary says softly, eyes locked on Castiel.

“We… seriously? We sleep in the same bedroom at our apartment, you guys have stayed over!”

“We assumed Cas used his bedroom as his office. None of us ever snooped in there,” Sam says sheepishly. “Wait, hang on.” He turns to Rowena. “You knew?”

Rowena scoffs. “It’s quite obvious, dearie. I thought you were all well aware, not blind as bats.”

“That’s why you sent us separate invitations,” Dean says as it dawns on him.

“Yes, I thought that was odd, but Samuel here insisted.”

“And why you asked if we were okay sharing the pull-out,” Cas says with a laugh, glancing at Mary. “I thought you were asking if we objected to the pull-out, not sleeping in the same bed.”

Dean scoffs. “You can’t be serious. Sam, I kissed him in front of you this morning!”

Sam gapes. “Uh, no, you didn’t. Not when I was paying attention, anyway.”

Rowena snickers. “Dean calls him ‘love’, that isn’t exactly platonic.”

Mary shrugs, looking around the table. “John and I assumed it was something he picked up from that British friend in college, Balthazar.”

Dean can feel Cas giggling silently beside him. Hell, Dean would probably be laughing hysterically if he wasn’t so confused. “You seriously didn’t figure out we were together? For seven years ?”

Sam smiles sheepishly and Rowena laughs as she pats him on the arm. “Perhaps everyone referring to you as the smarter brother was incorrect, dear.”

“Well, uh, congratulations on your engagement, then?” Mary hazards.

Dean chances a look at Castiel and the two of them devolve into hysterical laughter, doubled over with tears in their eyes. Dean’s not entirely sure if laughing is the appropriate response, but it’s better than crying or yelling.

“Wait, so when you asked Dean why I hadn’t gotten him a birthday present and he said I had but that it wasn’t family-friendly, what did you think he meant?” Cas manages to ask between giggles.

“Ohhh, I suppose that should’ve been my first clue. Sam thought you’d gotten him a stripper,” Rowena chimes in, grinning as Sam flushes bright red.”

Dean shakes his head, laughing. “Alright, well, long story short, Cas and I have been dating since freshman year, that’s why we decided to room together for the rest of college. Then I got my job in Austin and Cas can work from anywhere, obviously, so we moved. We’ve kinda known we were gonna be together for the rest of our lives anyway so marriage didn’t seem important. Then I got my promotion last year, so we got rings a few months ago and started saving up for the wedding.”

Dean’s family congratulates them and eventually they switch topics. Dean pulls Cas onto the dance floor, shaking his head as he kisses Cas softly. “I can’t believe them.”

Cas grins. “Mm. It’ll be a funny story to tell our kids, anyway.”

Our kids, Dean thinks as he returns Cas’s grin. He likes the sound of that.

#deancasfanficnet #deanandcasbingo #profoundnet #writersofdestiel #destiel #destiel fanfic #samwena #samwena fanfic #my writing

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downeyreads · 4 years

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Irresistible

Summary: Robert gets asked on an interview where or in what he finds you, his fiancé, completely irresistible.

Genre: Fluff and very slight smut.

Word Count: 1,292

A/N: This is the first oneshot I have ever written in my life. I hope it is worth reading and it does not have much mistakes. I also hope you will stick around to read my further blogs :) POLITE criticism and future oneshot ideas/requests are always welcome.

"Hello to one and all, welcome to the Howard Stern Show and we're back with the ever charming and newly engaged Robert Downey Jr!" Howard announced.

"Yes, i sure am all of that; thank you very much." Robert said into the microphone attached to the headset with a wide grin. He just couldn't hold it in anymore, he absolutely had to do this interview. He couldn't wait to tell the whole world that y/n was his soon-to-be-wife. Oh he how loved saying that, that y/n would be his wife. But he knew he had to restrain himself from calling her the missus.

It was…too soon?

Well, for now fiancé would do just fine. He still had to take in the feeling that his beautiful and witty y/n had agreed to marry him.

“I cannot even begin this interview without talking about your beautiful fiancé and how the internet is going absolutely crazy about your engagement, in all the good ways obviously..” Howard said with a light laugh.

“I wouldn't want this interview to start any other way either and yeah... again me and the internet have a lot in common” Robert replied with a light chuckle of his own.

“Like...I mean.. you and y/n did have a little fling back then when you were both shooting Sherlock Holmes and everyone just thought it was just another Hollywood cover page hookup that would be forgotten, but you both actually did go the distance together. And oh! You both hid this for so long with such perfection and now we hear you both are engaged! That's absolutely crazy..” the host beamed with excitement.

“Man, I don't know about the magazines but all those lovely people on the accounts dedicated to me and her on Instagram and Twitter saw it coming” Robert replied.

He absolutely loved reading what the fan accounts had to say about him and y/n.

It was not that he depended on the public opinion to make his choices for him but often his curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to know if the people were as happy of them being together as he was.

Sometimes, if he found one or two good posts, he would often recite them to her.

“Hey y/n” he lightly shouted facing the kitchen while he tried to hold in his laughter.

Y/n peeked her head out of the door “Downey I can cook but you just won’t let me, right? Just trust me on this one, I wouldn’t burn the house down. I mean, i’ll try not to, but that was one time. Second time’s the charm.”

“I did not, for even once doubt your culinary skills sweetheart” he replied with a smirk, “but just come here for one second and see what..” he glanced at the username and this time couldn’t hold in his laugh anymore “...@roberty/nswhore has to say”

Y/n strutted over to the couch, wiping her hands on the way to where Robert was, laughing lightly and then proceeded to take a seat on his lap.

“What?” she asked, now really interested.

He showed her a picture of them at the premiere of Sherlock Holmes that the account had posted. “She says and I quote ‘My mutherfuckin’ parents, just look at how good and powerful they look together. My bi brain is quaking sksksk..”

They both laughed in unison. Y/n didn’t miss the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on his lips and said, “You ever wondered that if they knew you stalked their profiles, would they post more of this stuff or less?”

He double tapped the post and said, “I have absolutely no idea darling.”

Howard laughed and spoke into the mic, “I may have seen one or two of them and let me just say they got what they deserved. You and y/n have one of the most loyal and supportive fan bases”

“Yes we do and I could never be more thankful of the people who don’t forget to remind me that I am still the best and me and y/n make the hottest couple in the entirety of the universe”

“No doubts there. You both do make one of the most hottest couples in Hollywod-“

“-in the universe I said Howard, don’t twist the facts” Robert interrupted with the classic Downey grin.

“I must apologise, you both do make one of the hottest couples in the universe. Right, that sounds way better. So as I was saying, you and y/n are probably the most beautiful people I have ever interviewed. You both get people hot and bothered whenever one of your photos gets out. I just wanted to ask what is something that Y/n does or wear that gets you hot and bothered? And let me just add that I am not taking ‘she’s sexy in everything she does’ as an answer”, he asked with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“I was just going to say that but…oh god everything she does is actually very sexy. Um..okay. I think I can answer this without getting flustered”

He could not, he knew that.

“Let’s see, I think she’s very sexy when she’s with my girls; Miss Brain and Fuzzy especially. Y/n absolutely loves them and they lover her back. And when she gets competitive. Yeah she’s very competitive, like when she’s playing some sport or a video game or when she had a fight seen with me in Sherlock Holmes. When she gets in the mood of winning and she gets in control, it’s a sight worth watching.” Robert said with a hint of red on his cheeks.

“This is so hot” Robert said as he was straddled by Y/n on top of him, holding his wrists above his head.

“CUT!” Ritchie said from the director’s chair, clearly annoyed and amused simultaneously by the two secret lovers.

“Just try to keep it in your pants Downey. How many more retakes do want?” Y/n asked. They still had not moved from their rather interesting position despite the director yelling cut.

“Just enough of them so that you can feel it through my pants”

“If you don’t shut that witty mouth of yours up and let us get home early, I swear to god I will…” Y/n trailed off.

“You will…?” Robert teasingly asked, not forgetting to slightly roll his hips against hers as she sat right over his crotch. Oh, she could do as many things to him as she wanted for however long she wanted and he would happily comply. He loved teasing her; it brought a side of hers that he found absolutely erotic.

“I will tie you up on this bed, absolutely naked with nothing but a pillow covering ‘it’. And I will make sure it gets into the film as well” Y/n replied with narrowed eyes and a smirk plastered over her lips.

“I’d love to see you try, honey”

“I already said cut! Please move and get a room you two.” Ritchie shouted again.

“I love her in anything she wears or does. I think it’s like she has become my habit, you know? She would wake up in the morning with bed hair but I’d still call her beautiful, because she is. And she becomes even more beautiful the next morning I wake up by her side. She’s the most beautiful and intelligent woman I have ever met, and I am even more grateful that she’ll, one day that is not far away, be my missus.” He couldn’t help but smile the widest he had ever. Every single word that he had spoken was true to its core. He had never been this thankful to anyone in his life. He just hoped that y/n felt the same.

And she did.

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February 14, 2021: Brokeback Mountain (2005) (Part 1)

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Or Palentine’s, Galentine’s, Single Persons Appreciation Day, what have you!

Anyway, on this day where we (and the greeting card companies) celebrate love in all of its forms, I think it’s about time to diversify my movie choices a little bit. SO, for the next few days at least, we’re going to change it up, starting with a film that shook the 2005 public’s perceptions of love: Brokeback Mountain.

And who brings this movie to us? Same guy who gave us this:

And this:

And would give us this:

Ang Lee wasn’t originally meant to be the director of the film, as Gus van Sant was signed on to do it. You know, Good Will Hunting, Drugstore Cowboy, that one movie where Una Thurman plays the greatest hitchhiker in the world with giant thumbs, and eventually finds herself meeting multiple people, including Keanu Reeves, Pat Morita (Mr. Miyagi from The Karate Kid), and a group of radicalesbians who like in the Great Plains, coexisting with a group of critically endangered whooping cranes to whom they;’ve fed peyote, while also opposing the intentions of an evil feminine hygiene product company that seeks to take over the land for their factories? YOU KNOW, THAT MOVIE?

It’s called Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, and I wasn’t even slightly exaggerating with that summary, I SWEAR.

Anyway, he couldn’t do it, and Joel Schumacher also passed on it eventually, so they asked Ang Lee if he’d do it. After CTHD and Hulk, dude was on his way to retire, but after he cried at the end of the script, he accepted the job. AND HISTORY WAS MADE

Before I get into it, I should probably frank about something. I’m a cissexual, heterosexual man in a straight relationship with my girlfriend. She says hi, by the way. Here she is, a massive Jake Gyllenhaal fan, getting ready to watch this movie for the first time with me:

Isn’t she lovely? Anyway, just thought I’d be totally transparent about that. Incidentally, I remember when this film came out, as well as the fervor around it. This was JUST as the gay marriage debate was EXPLODING into the public scene, so this was obviously quite the talking point at the time.

Anyway, shall we find out who’s not going to quit whom? SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

Cowboys Ennis del Mar (Heath Ledger) and Jack Twist (Jake Gyllenhaal) are waiting outside of a trailer, with Ennis having just arrived on a truck that reminded me of Optimus Prime, and I’m sorry. They’ve been hired by Joe Aguirre (Randy Quaid) to look after a group of sheep and guide them over Brokeback Mountain, a fictional mountain in Wyoming.

The two finally introduce each other, with Ennis seeming considerably closed off as compared to the open Jack Twist. They head to a bar, where the two get to know each other a but better Jack’s an occasional shepherd, but highly involved in rodeos throughout the year. Ennis, meanwhile, is a regular ranchhand at his family’s farm.

Time for sheep-herding, as the two guide their flock of sheep on horseback, with soft country guitars playing in the background over all of it. And I gotta say, the music combined with the visuals is giving me this real sleepy ambience vibe that I 100% would watch specifically to fall asleep to. Which is not an insult by any means, by the way; it’s just super relaxing.

The two make camp with the sheep in a mountain valley, and now I want to go camping. I realize that it’s February, and I live in a place VERY non-conducive to camping, but GODDAMN this movie makes me want to go camping. In the wilderness, surrounded by bird calls and crisp mountain air, LET’S GO.

We find out that Ennis is engaged to be wed to a woman named Alma, while Jack is yearning to break free of needing to take jobs like this. And all the while, they’re eating beans, scaring away coyotes, and fending of REALLY REALLY FAT American black bears, who you could really easily scare away without too much difficulty. You ever stared at a bear while both of you were in the woods? I HAVE. And we BOTH took off from each other in opposite directions. They’re not the bravest of animals, black bears. Grizzlies, however, you don’t wanna fuck with.

Anyway, after they face off against that bear and lose their newly bought supplies, they go hunting the next day and take down an elk. Which is a LOT of venison, I tell you what! Oh, and I’m not a hunter, just to be clear, but elk are fuggin’ HUGE. Seriously, XL deer they are.

Anyway, time goes on after that, and they continue to make their way through the mountains. And they get to know each other more, sharing their rodeo experiences and family backgrounds. Ennis also opens up pretty considerably, a fact not missed by Jack. The two become friends.

My girlfriend asks an interesting question: if I had never heard of this movie in any capacity...would I have known the extent of the relationship of Ennis and Jack? And honestly...I’m legitimately not sure at this point. I think I would’ve just assumed that they’d stay close friends, but no further than that. Call that being raised in a society with heterosexual bias towards relationships, or call that me not being a natural shipper. Both are probably accurate, to be honest.

Anyway, it’s getting cold out, and Jack’s sleeping in the tent one night while Ennis is freezing his balls off outside. With Jack’s insistence, he goes inside the tent to sleep next to Jack. And then...

Oh. Well, OK. Again, though, still not sure that at this point I’d...oh wait...OH...OH.

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OK. Think I’d be able to tell at this point what the movie’s about.

So, yeah, they have sex. It’s spontaneous, it’s wild, it’s heat of the moment passion...and it’s REAL awkward the next day, I tell you what. That next evening, Ennis and Jack both insist that they “ain’t queer,” and that this is “a one-shot thing they got goin’.”

Uh, boys? There’s some important evidence to the contrary that we should consider here. But, OK, it’s a different culture, this is super new to you both, I get it. I’m not one to talk on the coming out or discovery experience (again, straight cis dude over here), but I understand that there’s some inherent denial. But still, they continue their relationship as is, for the time being.

Which is not as private as they thought, as Joe Aguirre observes them chasing each other naked on the mountain from afar. Whoops. Well, it doesn’t matter as much, as they still have a job to do until summer ends. And that job continues. They encounter another herd of sheep that gets tangled up with theirs, snow falls on the mountain and they have to deal with that, etc.

Then one day, the two need to head out. Jack goes to fetch Ennis, who’s moping on a hillside about something. He does this play lasso thing, which seems cute...

...until it turns into a full on brawl right there on the hillside. OK. Well. Some heavy denial going on here, I think, especially on Ennis’ part. Which is somewhat understandable, given the culture, and the fact that Ennis is engaged. Oh, by the way, hello infidelity. GodDAMN IT. Escaped you for TWO MOVIES IN A ROW, and you’re back rearing your ugly head.

Anyway, the job is done soon, and Aguirre’s not exactly happy with them, as they’ve apparently lost some sheep and picked up some from the other herd’s flock accidentally. With a light rebuke from Aguirre, the two part ways with not much else said. Jack asks if Ennis will come back the next summer, and Ennis reminds him that he’s getting married that fall. But as Ennis leaves...

Huh. Interesting reaction, that. Well, in the next scene, Ennis gets married to Alma Beers (Michelle Williams), and they seem to have a very happy relationship. They have two daughters together in a pretty small amount of time. The next summer, Jack tries to get a job with Joe Aguirre once again, but is refused on account of his relationship with Ennis on the mountain...kind of.

See, here’s the thing. Joe rebukes Jack for having their relationship on the mountain, leaving the dogs to babysit the sheep, rather than do the job they were hired for. And, uh...he’s not wrong, honestly. Yeah, OK, there’s definitely some homophobia laced in there, obviously, but they were hired to watch the sheep, and we only really saw them do that once or twice. So, yeah, sorry to say, but Joe’s not entirely unjustified in not rehiring Jack.

At a Fourth of July festival, Ennis brings his wife and daughters to see the fireworks, when a couple of bikers antagonize the crowd as a whole. This results in Ennis telling them to stop, and a fight takes place, with Ennis IMMEDIATELY taking out the two bikers, with little effort. Anger issues there, Ennis?

Jack returns to the rodeo, with new other options for money. He’s clearly also coming to terms with his own sexuality, as seen when he not so subtly hits on a cowboy at the bar. However, he also meets a young woman, a barrel racer named Lureen Newsome (Anne Hathaway), whom he seems to get along with fairly quickly at a rodeo. They dance together at the bar that night, and, uh...park.

And that, of course, leads to their eventual marriage and parentage as well. Looks like Lureen’s parents arent the biggest fans of Jack, though. Sure that’s going to lead to a healthy relationship down the road.

Been about 4 years since Brokeback Mountain, and this is punctuated by Jack paying a visit to Ennis’ place, which Ennis is told about by Alma. He seems...very anious, waiting nervously for a day to see him. But he finally arrives, and the two embrace happily. And then...

Oh, and Alma sees? Sure, sure, oh, and they go to a motel IMMEDIATELY? Oh, OK, OK, infidelity? Yuuuuuuupyupyupyupyupyup, halfway point? Yeah, sure, see you in Part 2. Geez.

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Jyoumi Challenge Day #15: Celebration

I originally had another idea, but at the last minute, I thought of this and I’m super happy with it! Got to finally write more with the rest of the DigiDestined, too, and I had a lot of fun. Hope y’all enjoy!

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With tear-stained eyes and shaking hands, Mimi slowly started to type out a message to the group chat she had with the original DigiDestined.

“He finally popped the question,” she repeated to herself slowly, before attaching a picture that had just been taken moments earlier. One of Mimi in even greater tears than she was now, holding up her right hand for the camera to show off her new engagement ring, with Joe sitting next to her, arm around her shoulders, resting his head next to hers. Both were wearing huge smiles, and Joe had been tearing up, too, eyes red and puffy from wiping them.

“And send,” she said to herself quietly, sending the message and the picture to their friends, before moving into Joe’s lap, hugging him tight. “I can’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. I had no idea…” she breathed out, unable to take her eyes off her right ring finger and the diamond that now adorned it.

“I mean, that was the whole idea, right?” Joe asked with a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around her and letting his head rest on the top of hers. Mimi giggled, looking up at him, and Joe wiped away a few stray tears of hers with his thumb.

“I know, but its still just so incredible. I had no clue when you were planning to propose and… I am just so happy,” she told him.

“Me, too. I’m happy you said yes,” he said sheepishly. Mimi looked up at him, a smirk clear on her face.

“We’ve been dating for more than half of our lives, I’d hope you were happy,” she teased him, playfully bumping her shoulder into him with a giggle.

“I mean, you make me happy, you know that,” he assured her with a soft nod.

“You make me happy, too.”

Silence washed over their apartment, the two enjoying having nothing more but just each other’s presence in those moments. Peace and quiet, and after an eventful night, quiet moments as fiances was all the celebration they needed.

However, that quiet was interrupted after a few minutes by the sudden buzzing of their phones pulled them from their reveries, and Mimi started to scramble off of Joe to get to their coffee table, unable to suppress the elation she was feeling as she started to see text notification after text notification pop up.

He did it?

Congrats!

The lovebirds finally did it!

Congratulations you two!

The ring is so beautiful!

You two look so happy!

The messages were pouring in, and neither of them could hold back the smiles on their faces, and Mimi was quick to let her thumbs fly along her phone’s keyboard.

Thanks everyone! We’re SO happy! The best night of my life :)

She sent the text off, Joe looking over her shoulder to see, then grabbed his own phone.

Mine too.

And Joe’s too!

The newly engaged couple looked at each other from the corners of their eyes, smiling at each other just as much with their eyes as their mouths. Another text alert, however, caused both of them to look back to their phones.

How about we all get together tomorrow night after we’re all off? Gotta celebrate the lovebirds finally getting off their butts!

“Does that sound good to you?” Joe asked Mimi, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Of course!” she chirped, quickly sending off confirmations and details of when to come over, just about vibrating with excitement now as she popped up from the floor.

“We have to get the apartment ready!”

By the time they were both able to make it home that next day, they didn’t have much time to get everything tidied up and set up as much as they wanted. Thankfully, the two already preferred their living space to be neat, but given this would be the first time in a long while that everyone would be coming over.

“You reached out to Yolei about seeing her, Davis, Cody, and Ken later this week?”

“Yup! Friday works?”

“Yeah, I’ll just have to meet you all at the ramen shop,” he told her, Mimi nodding, about to wipe their dining table once again before a loud knock rang out against their door.

“Oh! They’re here!” she shouted out happily, pulling the tie out of her hair and shaking her head to let her hair fall. She grabbed Joe’s wrist (her fiance’s wrist, she thought to herself, with a smile that felt like it would never go away) and brought him along to the door, flinging it open and seeing the whole group there.

Immediately they were greeted by a bright camera flash, causing Joe to blink a few times to gather himself.

“Congratulations!” the group of six cheered, the newly engaged couple wasting no time in letting their closest friends in, the group all gathering in their living room. Sora was quick to place a vase with a beautiful flower arrangement on the coffee table, with Matt placing a chocolate cake down moments later.

“You guys! You didn’t have to do this! But oh these flowers are so beautiful! And Matt, that cake looks divine!” Mimi gushed, eyes wide and sparkling.

“Thanks so much, guys. Really, you didn’t have to go all out,” Joe said.

TK shook his head, “Come on, its not everyday two of your best friends get engaged! Celebration is in order! Hell, we would be awful friends if we didn’t go all out for you two,” he assured the oldest of the group, gently pushing his shoulder, offering him a smile. Joe laughed and nodded.

“Ok, ok, if you say so. Mimi and I will cut the cake and then we can celebrate,” he said, standing up. Before Mimi could stand up or he could move, Tai was already on his feet, placing a hand on Joe’s shoulder to lower him back down.

“Hey, the man and woman of the hour aren’t gonna cut their own cake, I’ll handle it,” he insisted, waltzing over to the kitchen once he picked up the dessert.

“Don’t cut your finger off!” Kari shouted teasingly.

“I’ll have you know the last time I cut my finger while doing anything with food was years ago,” he waved her off, before pausing for a beat, “And even if I did, we have Joe here!”

Luckily, Tai didn’t hurt himself, and soon enough he and his younger sister were handing out slices to the group, everyone sitting around, relaxing like the old days.

“You know, Joe, when I first met you, I would’ve never expected you’d be the first one out of all of us to get married!” Tai said, to which Joe’s eyes narrowed.

“Thanks, Tai,” he deadpanned, before Tai realized what he had said, his eyes going wide as he waved his hands in front of him.

“No no no, not like that! I just mean when I first met you I wouldn’t have expected it! But getting to know you in the Digital World, it makes sense that you would! Just look at you, you’re a great guy, always there for people, one of the best guys any of us know, I bet,” he explained, the group nodding in agreement.

“And hot to boot!” Mimi added, sitting up straighter in order to give Joe a kiss on the cheek, relishing in how bright red he was now.

“He’s right, man,” Matt said offering Joe a thumbs up, “You two are perfect for each other.”

All of their friends had said this to the two of them over the years, but with the situation they were in now, now engaged, it felt even more unreal to the two of them.

“You’re all so sweet!” Mimi cooed, setting her plate down for a moment to get a closer look at the flowers, “Sora— you just have to do our flowers for the wedding! They’re so beautiful! I just love them!”

Sora flushed, “For you two? Of course, I’d be more than happy to,” she assured the couple, “And if you need any help with wedding planning, I’d be more than happy to help,” she nodded.

“I’m sure Mimi has a binder full of every idea she’s had since we were kids,” Izzy said, the group laughing for a moment before falling silent, eyes turning to Mimi.

“Yup, I definitely have.”

More laughter followed, and conversation continued to flow throughout the group throughout the night, with stories being told of old trips to the Digital World and plenty of teasing the Mimi and Joe— which Joe took in far greater stride than anyone would’ve expected.

The night wore on, calm and serenity filling the atmosphere.

“Congrats again, guys,” Kari said, reaching over to pull Mimi into a hug, Mimi squeezing her back.

“Oh, thank you so much. You’re all the best for doing this,” she said before the two pulled apart, Kari giving Joe a quick hug, too.

“Matt, where’d you get the cake? It was delicious,” Joe asked.

“Oh, this little bakery a few blocks from here. But I would definitely recommend getting a wedding cake from there because it was pretty good,” Matt grinned.

“Be careful, though, because Matt will probably try and eat it all before the reception,” TK laughed, earning a flick to the back of his head from his older brother.

“Hey, I wouldn’t complain if you got another cake like that,” Sora added.

“And, hey, we gotta get a bachelor party planned! I think its up to us, Izzy!” Tai said, clapping his friend on the shoulders, Izzy nearly jumping from where he was sitting. “I’m thinking lots of drinking and lots of karaoke!”

Joe paled, looking towards Mimi, mouthing the word “Help”, which left her cracking up.

TK caught on, and couldn’t help but snicker, “I think that’s a good plan. Make it the wildest night he may not be able to remember.”

“You guys are going to kill him before he even gets married,” Izzy said, voice wholly serious.

“Maybe a few girls to come along with us?” Matt added.

“You guys, at this rate you actually will kill him before his wedding day!” Sora lectured, yanking Tai and Matt up by their shirts, “It is getting pretty late, too. We should let them relax for the night.”

“Oh, don’t worry Sora, Joe will survive, he always has,” Mimi said, patting her fiance on the arm lightly, a big smile on her face.

“Hey, no worries, we’ll get out of your hair. You two can have a night doing whatever cute things engaged people do,” Tai said, as the group of six headed towards the door, Joe and Mimi following.

“Thanks again for everything, guys. Not just tonight, but you know, always. We’ll make sure to keep you all up to date on all of the plans,” Joe said.

“We’ll see you guys later. Congrats again,” Matt said.

And with goodbyes said and their friends off, Joe and Mimi started to gather up the mess in the living room, both humming to themselves happily.

“I know its kind of late… but can we have a celebratory glass of wine before bed? Please?” Mimi asked, looking towards Joe and batting her eyelashes, knowing full well how weak that would make him.

With a happy sigh, he nodded, “Ok, but just one.”

With a squeal, Mimi ran to the fridge, ready to finish off the great celebration that was the night she and Joe Kido got engaged.

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Different Roads... Same Destination: Part Four

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (established). This specific chapter contains a lot of Steve x Peggy! (Also, brief mentions to Steve x Sharon)

Summary: When the Avengers went back in time to get the Infinity Stones, new timelines were created. By not delivering them back to their exact same spots, you and Steve created major changes in those timelines. What happened? (Non-American!Reader)

This is a sequel to “Be Your Own Hero”. I highly recommend you read it first, since it features many major changes in canon that are addressed here.

Notes: Y/N = your (first) name; Y/Co = your home country; Y/Ci = your home city; Y/N/L = your native language (to be ignored in case you speak English).

Masterlist

Part Four

1945

Peggy was, naturally, in denial. It took a lot of time to convince her of his identity, and even then she was only fully convinced when she kissed him. “You kiss the same”, she whispered, pulling away after brief seconds (enough time for him to cup her face).

He had wanted to keep his return a secret at first, but he failed to account for Howard Stark. Soon Captain America was all over the news as ‘coming back from the dead’. Journalists gathered around him to get interviews, and for months he didn’t have a single moment of peace.

It didn’t matter much, not as he and Peggy danced to a newly released song, kissing every time the lyrics told them to.

“Kiss me once, and kiss me twice, and kiss me once again, It’s been a long, long time...”

1947

He and Peggy got married with only Howard, Jarvis and their wives as witnesses. On their honeymoon, he told her all about alternate Steve and showed the small notebook he gave him.

“Sergeant Barnes alive?”, she nearly gasped.

“Kept prisoner by HYDRA, according to this”, he said. “Had been injected by a prototype serum when I rescued him, which enabled him to survive his fall. Makes sense in retrospect.”

She bit her lip. “I guess it’s worth a look, though we can’t do anything useful before we go back to Washington.”

They didn’t wait long after that. Sgt. Barnes was successfully rescued four months later, along with other prisoners. “I’m offended I didn’t get to be your best man, punk”, was the first full sentenced Bucky said after stepping foot on American soil. Steve laughed, and Peggy grinned.

“I hope being our child’s godfather can compensate for it”, she said, placing her hands on her belly. Steve’s attention was suddenly all on her as he hugged her tightly.

Bucky joined SHIELD soon after Howard made him a new arm. “Way prettier than the one HYDRA gave me. More functional too.”

“Of course”, Howard boasted. “Don’t compare me to that shitty corporation.”

Bucky was also very vocal about not letting Zola inside SHIELD, which reminded Steve of another thing written in The Notebook. He would not tell Howard about his alternate self - he didn’t trust the man to keep his mouth shut - but he was able to reason with him.

“Zola belongs either in jail or in a grave”, Peggy spat. Pregnancy made her more prone to anger. The scientist was found dead not much after, and no one ever found out how he died (not that anyone bothered that much).

1970

Bucky got married in 1950 to Angie Martinelli, Peggy’s friend who was Sarah Rogers’ godmother along with him. Their first children (a couple of twins, Peter and Lyra) came to world two years later, a week before Steve and Peggy’s first son, Christopher.

Peggy was still director of SHIELD, Steve slowly fading to the background as its agent. Not that he minded, even though Peggy insisted on his importance as Captain America. “You are a symbol, Steve”, she’d say.

“Captain America is a title”, he’d reply. “It can belong to someone else.”

However, he was only able to pass his mantle when Sarah turned 20 and completed her training. All his four children (Sarah, Chris, Emily and Paul) were born with his serum on their veins, enabling them to follow their father’s steps if they wanted.

Sarah was the only one who did, much to Steve’s relief; he wasn’t looking forward to a family of spies. She officially took the title of Captain America on the week that marked Tony Stark’s birth.

It was another point of his and Peggy’s talks. The Notebook had notes on Howard’s only son; how he had not received enough love from his father, and only relied on his mother (and sometimes his family butler) for support. “If we got named as his godparents, we’ll have a perfect excuse to be in his life”, he told her, and she agreed.

It was a little odd, the time it took for Howard and Maria to have a child. By the time Tony was born, the only reason they weren’t grandparents yet was the fact that Sarah didn’t want to get married.

Meanwhile, Christopher and Emily were engaged to each of Bucky’s twins. “Reminds me of when the entire 107th though you and I were fucking”, his best friend said, laughing like it was the best joke he had ever heard.

Peggy didn’t help any. “You mean that you were ‘fondueing’?”, she asked while taking a sip of tea, like the British woman she was. Steve just groaned.

1976

Peggy’s sister-in-law (who was ten years younger than her husband) gave birth to her youngest child on the same month she and Steve became grandparents. Sharon Carter was mentioned in The Notebook, but in passing; he missed it on his first reading.

“Agent 13″, he read aloud to Peggy. She already had a few white hair locks, and the difference between their aging speed was visible (though he was sure he saw a white strand on the previous week). “I suppose this means she worked for SHIELD in the other timeline.”

“It might not be the case now”, his wife replied softly. “This is Sharon who had another uncle. She probably saw you looking less than 30.” A chuckle. “Who knows, this other Steve might have even dated her.”

“Absolutely not, she’s my niece.”

“She isn’t the other Steve’s.”

A loud groan was heard. “I really don’t want to imagine it, Peggy. We’re talking about a baby. A baby who’s our grandson’s age.”

The amount of teasing Steve endured at that very moment could not be properly translated into words. You were no help, busy as you were laughing.

“Aw, I wish she was here to watch this”, Sam said. “Why didn’t you invite her, Scott?”

“I... don’t know her?”

“Where is she, by the way?”, Natasha wondered. You glanced at Steve, who huffed.

“I kiss her one time, and now I’m supposed to know all her whereabouts?” When you didn’t answer, just kept staring, he sighed. “I’ve heard she moved to California.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

“I clearly have a type: women who can kick my ass and laugh at my expense.”

“I can’t kick your ass, not without Mjölnir, or Stormbreaker.”

“The mere fact that you can wield them already enables you to kick my ass.”

“Stop arguing before it gets kinky!”, Tony shouted. You two laughed.

1991

Taking down KGB was not an easy task. Without HYDRA, the Soviets invested more on their national espionage division.

However, it got easier with the fall of Soviet Union. Following her father’s instructions, Sarah rescued many little girls training to be spies. One of them was to be brought to US, if she consented to it.

Natalia Romanova, a 7-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a ballerina, is adopted by the Starks. Tony, a 21-year-old adult, happily welcomes his little sister into the family.

“There’s someone else for us to look after”, he mentioned to Peggy. His hair was fully white now, and his ‘Adonis muscles’ had started to fade off, but he was still more energetic than most 73-year olds.

“There are many names, actually”, Peggy replied. She had just retired from SHIELD, after turning 70. She wasn’t as ‘preserved’ as her husband, but still looked younger than her age. “We only crossed Bucky’s, Tony’s and Natasha’s. There is still a lot of work to do if we are going to follow your notebook, and so far it seems to be the right thing to do.”

However, right after they took Clint Barton from the circus and had Emily adopt him too, they took a pause to mourn their youngest son.

In 1979, Paul told his parents he was gay. Although surprised, they simply told him that they’d always love and support him. He and Sarah moved out of their parents’ home and lived together, since neither of them would marry. In 1990, however, he was diagnosed with AIDS after he started coughing blood. It left the whole family terrified; Paul himself had been telling them about his other gay/bi friends who had been taken away due to that horrible disease.

Two years later, he died at home, holding his sister’s hand and gasping for breath.

Was it okay to cry for a son you never had? Because tears were falling down Steve’s cheeks for Paul. You kissed his cheek and embraced him tighter, but didn’t say a word. You tried to imagine yourself in Peggy’s place. Steve might have already been prepared for the possibility of outliving his offspring; after all, no one knew how long he’d live with the serum in his blood. But Peggy was like you, a normal human. At the age of 70 especially, she would never think she’d outlive one of her children, let alone her youngest.

You had studied a bit about the AIDS pandemic at college, but no reading would do justice to the pain you could see in the faces of those alternate versions of your friends and their beloved ones.

1995

By the time Carol Danvers showed on SHIELD’s radar, Sarah Rogers had already passed the Captain America mantle to her 15-year-old nephew John. “It’ll be temporary”, he warned, “until any of my siblings or cousins is ready to take it.”

Still, he was there to watch over Carol and rescue her from the Kree who tried to kidnap her. He took her to her best friend, and he could swear he saw his deceased uncle when Danvers and Rambeau smiled and embraced each other.

Ten years later, he’d pass the mantle to his young brother James as he and Monica Rambeau had their first child.

2008

Tony was still kidnapped in Afghanistan and still became Iron Man, his parents long gone (Howard had a heart attack in 1993 and Maria had a stroke in 1998). Looking back, he blamed himself for not listening to Aunt Peggy and Uncle Steve; they had always told him to shut down the weapons department of Stark Industries (but how could he? He had a duty to SHIELD).

This time, however, he had more than just Pepper, Rhodey and Happy for support. Natasha soon realized Obadiah Stane’s true intentions and unmasked him before he could do any real damage. Tony’s little sister got an iron suit of her own in her 24th birthday.

Clint and Natasha still joined SHIELD, but with no red on their ledger to wipe out. Hank Pym still recruited Scott Lang, but years in advance, thanks to a ‘casual tip’ Peggy Carter gave him (he never left SHIELD or Stark Industries in this one). His daughter would eventually get a suit of her own, though hers would take more time.

Sam was recruited to SHIELD too, shortly after losing Riley. His new job gave him a purpose, and he was happy.

Banner never turned into the Hulk, not when he had Steve to talk him out of replicate his serum. “This is no blessing”, he told him. “Just look at mine and Bucky’s kids. Why do you think they married within our inner circle? Why do you think John married a woman who lived with a super-powered step-mom? None of us really fit in, we’re outsiders. You don’t want that.”

So, when Loki arrived with the Chitauri army, a slightly different team defeated him. James Rogers was barely 18, too young to lead, but Tony had grown up with Steve as his godfather and Sarah as his ‘cousin’ and knew how to do it. Iron Man, Iron Scarlet (there was no Black Widow alias for Natasha to adopt), Captain America (fourth of his name, as people called him), Hawkeye, Thor, Captain Marvel and Ant-Man teamed up rather easily. (A couple years later, War Machine, Falcon and the Wasp would join the team.)

With no HYDRA, there is no Scarlet Witch, no Quicksilver. Tony is a different man here, not blinded by trauma and fear, and there is no Ultron either. T’Chaka is never killed, but this time, Wakanda is visited by the Avengers and the three former Captain Americas. Their borders are opened without a civil war, and eventually Shuri is the one added to the Avengers line-up (not in a Black Panther suit, of course; it’d be disrespectful).

Peggy passes away in her sleep in 2016. Steve is still strong enough to carry her coffin, with Bucky by his side and their sons behind them. “Did that notebook tell you that?”, his best friend asked after they left the cemetery.

“No. The notes end on ‘Thanos’ and ‘Infinity Stones’. I’m not sure what any of these mean.”

“You should pass it on to the Avengers. It’s past our time to help, punk.”

It was true. Both of them lost most of their built-up appearance, and truly looked like old men. Their third great-grandkid had just been born, and now both were widowers (Angie had died a year before Peggy, in a hospital, after fracturing her left femur). A week later, they moved to an apartment Tony bought for them, near the Avengers Tower. Steve gave the Notebook to James and retired for good.

2018

In the end, no warning prepared them for the Decimation. In their defense, Thanos didn’t really invade Earth this time. Ebony Maw showed up to get the Time Stone and, like in the original timeline, the battle was taken to space.

The heartbreak over losing so many of his family, so suddenly, not to mention his best friend, was too much for Steve. A huge service was made for the first Captain America, and small, intimate funeral was made for the man under the helmet and uniform.

Some things don’t change, though. Three years later, you still show up at the Avengers compound with an idea to reverse things. Time travel was still figured out, and they brought everyone back without any major casualties. You still fell in love with Captain America, and he with you. It was just a different person wearing the mantle.

Bucky died less than a year later. His last words were “till the end of the line, pal”.

It was odd to see a timeline where you never met Steve. “Honestly, it was better this way”, he commented when you pointed that out. “I really don’t want to see if we’re meant to be when I’m over 100 years old. I’ll gladly let this version of you be with my grandson instead.”

“He looks better than you, punk”, Bucky added. “Must be the addition of Peggy’s genes and mine.”

“Your alternate wife also helped”, Natasha agreed.

They laughed. “That was the last one”, Strange said after they stopped laughing. “I’m not doing this again.”

You smiled anyway. “Thank you, Strange. It was fun to watch, especially among friends.”

He nodded and gave you a tiny smile in return.

We’re nearly finished! All that’s left is the epilogue. I plan on writing it to be cute <3

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Boston Boy - Chapter 15

Kate woke up and felt Chris’ strong arm around her. He had managed to push her shirt up in his sleep to bare the bump and his hand was splayed across it. She smiled slightly at it and then remembered the events of the night before. Her head slowly turned and sure enough, there was the engagement ring nestled in its pretty wooden box on the nightstand. She stilled as she stared at it, thinking over everything that had happened. She had actually tried to ruin their relationship and instead of getting upset, Chris had proposed. It was the weirdest response to a hormone-fueled anxiety attack in the history of ever.

Carefully reaching over without disturbing Chris, she picked the ring up out of the box. She really did love it. It fit her personality quite well. Had he really been carrying it with him this whole time? Glancing at her still sleeping boyfriend, she rolled the title of fiancé around in her head. After a moment, she slid the ring onto her left ring finger. Somehow the thing fit perfectly like it had always been meant for her.

“When did my life turn into such a weirdly written fairytale?” She muttered to herself.

“So, is that a yes?” Chris’ voice startled her and her instant reaction was to throw her hand up. It caught him in the cheek and he yelped, clapping a hand to his face.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry!” She rolled over and covered his cheek with her palm. “I’m so sorry, Chris.”

“I forgot your fight or flight instinct was stuck on fight.”

“Are you ok?”

“I might have a shiner for my interviews today, but I think I’ll live.” He rubbed his cheekbone. “That’s one way to wake up, I guess.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok.” He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. “You put the ring on.”

“Oh…. Uh….”

“Pretty sure that was supposed to be my job.”

Kate sat up and leaned against the headboard. Chris followed suit and watched her examine the ring some more. Finally, she held her left hand up towards him. “Did you mean this?”

“Every word. I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you’ll have me.”

“We haven’t even been together a year yet. There’s still so much we don’t know about each other. We’re still trying to figure out how to live together and how I’m going to deal with your life outside of our little New York bubble.”

“Kat, your grandparents married before they had even been together a year and they were together for over 50 years. You said that was what you wanted. Isn’t that what we have, baby?”

“How do I know for sure?”

“Listen to your gut.” He shifted around and turned to face her. “Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Do I love you?”

She opened her mouth to say something along the lines of she believed he did, but his look stopped her. “Yes.”

He placed his hands over his heart. “Then marry me.”

Kate looked at the ring again as her hand rested on her belly. “I don’t want a shotgun wedding.”

“So, we’ll get married after Jelly Bean gets here.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”

He grinned. “It’s a curse.”

She suddenly took the ring off and handed it to him. “I won’t say yes unless you do it right. I’ve had enough of guys just shoving a ring at me and expecting me to say yes.”

Chris chuckled and climbed out of bed. He dropped the ring as soon as he stood up and had to search for it under the bed, muttering curses and apologizing profusely the whole time. When he finally found it, Kate had climbed out of bed and was heading for the bathroom. “Wait, where are you going?”

“Sorry, Jelly Bean is using my bladder as a trampoline.” She shut the door and he sighed.

“She’s making me work for this.” He muttered, standing and walking over to the bathroom door while tossing on his sweatpants. When he heard the toilet flush and the water begin to run in the sink, Chris dropped down to one knee in front of the door and held the ring up. Kate opened the door a moment later and almost tripped over Chris. He steadied her while they laughed, staying on his knee, and finally held the ring up again. “Kat, please marry me?”

Her hands suddenly cradled her bump and she laughed. “I think Jelly Bean wants me to say yes.”

“I know Daddy wants Mommy to say yes.”

Kate smiled and leaned over to take Chris’ face in her hands. She rubbed her thumbs over his soft beard, studying his sparkling blue eyes with hints of green around his pupils, before closing the distance and kissing him gently. Finally, she pulled back about an inch with a smile nearly splitting her face in two. “Yes, Christopher Robert Evans. I will marry you.”

Chris surged to his feet, pulling her to him and kissing her passionately. “I love you so much!”

“I love you, too!” She said between kisses. She could taste the salt from their mingling tears.

His hand shook as he slipped the ring on her finger. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s perfect.”

“Is this real? Are we really engaged now?”

“I think that’s how it works.”

Chris laughed and took her hand, pulling her towards the bedroom door. “Ma!” He yelled. “Ma!”

Lisa stuck her head into the hallway, looking startled. “What…..”

“Ma, she said yes! She said yes! We’re engaged!”

His mother’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning as Chris and Kate rushed over to her. Lisa caught her son and Kate into a tight hug. “Let me see!” She held her hand out and Kate gave her future-mother-in-law her left hand. “Oh, it’s even prettier on you!”

“You knew he had it?” Kate asked.

“Of course I did, sweetie. Chris can’t keep anything secret from me.” Lisa pulled Kate tightly to her. “I am so happy for you two! Welcome to the family, Katie.”

“Oh, Lisa!” Kate started crying. “Thank you.”

“You need to call your parents and tell them the happy news.” “We should probably get dressed before we tell them.” Chris said, realizing that Kate was just in a t-shirt and he was only wearing sweatpants.

“That would be a good idea.” Kate laughed, knowing Chris was still intimidated by her dad.

“Let’s go throw some clothes on and we can video chat with them.”

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Kate sat in the audience at the Ellen show. Chris was on stage with Elizabeth Olsen having a good interview after the hilarious dancing game they had played. Ellen had come by before the show started to greet Kate and congratulate them on the baby. Kate had been fine meeting Ellen, but had actually had a bit of a freak out when she met Twitch. Chris had found it absolutely adorable, of course.

“So, Chris, you’re going to be a daddy soon.” Ellen said.

“I am.” Chris said, looking over at his newly-minted fiancée.

“Congratulations to you both! I got to meet your wonderful girlfriend, Kate, earlier. She is just the sweetest thing.” Ellen gestured at Kate and the camera turned to her. Kate waved slightly with her right hand, a little freaked out by the sudden attention.

“She is pretty amazing.” Chris gave Kate a smile that melted her insides.

“Elizabeth, have you met her?”

“I just met her today actually.” Lizzie said, smiling over at Kate. “I’m looking forward to getting to see more of her.”

Ellen looked over at Kate. “Can I ask: Do you guys know what you’re having?”

Kate shook her head and Chris said, “We want it to be a surprise.”

“Have you guys started buying baby things, yet?”

“Not yet. We were planning to start working on everything once I finished with the promotional trip.”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I got you guys some things to get you started.” The big doors on the stage opened and Twitch came out pushing a travel system stuffed full of baby paraphernalia. The stage manager gestured for Kate to join Chris on the stage as he walked over to Twitch

“Holy crap, this is a lot.” Kate said.

“Thank you so much!” Chris said.

“There’s a baby monitor in there with a camera system, a smart sock, bottles, onsies, pacifiers, swaddling cloths, washcloths, a Baby Bjorn, a Skip Hop Nightlight Soother, a safety kit, a blanket, and it’s all in amazing baby travel system.”

“Oh wow!” “This is too much!” Kate said, hugging Ellen tightly. “Thank you!”

“Ellen got Allison and I this travel system and it is amazing.” Twitch said. “You guys will love it.”

Chris wrapped his arm around Kate’s waist. “This is amazing, Ellen. Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you!” Kate agreed.

“Captain America: Civil War comes out May 6th. We’ll be right back.” Ellen waited for the cameras to stop recording and turned to Chris and Kate. “I’m so sorry I bombarded you like that.”

“No, please don’t worry about it.” Chris said as they walked backstage. “This really is an amazing gift.”

“Thank you so much.” Kate said, placing her hands on her bump. “Jelly Bean is excited, too.”

“Oh, is the baby moving?” Lizzie asked excitedly.

“Yeah.”

“May I?”

“Have at it.” Kate allowed Elizabeth and Ellen to feel the baby move.

“I just started feeling that, too.” Chris announced. “It’s pretty crazy.”

“You guys call him or her Jelly Bean?” Twitch asked.

“Yeah.”

“The app we’re using to track the pregnancy, when we first started, it said the baby was the size of a jelly bean. Plus, that’s Chris’ favorite food, so the name just stuck.” Kate said.

“Kate, I really love that ring on a very important finger.” Lizzie said. “Are you guys….”

Chris looked at Kate and silently asked for permission. They had spoken to her parents that morning and then told the rest of his family. Kate’s brother hadn’t been available when they’d called him, though. “We really don’t want to tell people until our families know.” Kate said. “But, yes. It happened this morning, actually.”

“Congratulations!” Lizzie wrapped Kate in a warm hug as Ellen hugged Chris.

After hugging Ellen and Twitch, Kate showed off the ring while Chris gave them a watered-down version of the engagement story. Soon enough, the couple was whisked away to head back home before Chris had to go film Jimmy Kimmel. He held her hand in his and stared happily at the ring on her finger.

“Are you happy?” He asked suddenly.

“Are you kidding me?” Kate laughed. “I’ve always wanted to get a present from Ellen.”

That made Chris laugh. “I’ve never gotten a gift from her either, so that was pretty awesome.”

Kate took Chris’ hand and put it on her belly. “I’m happy, Chris.”

“Good. Cause I am, too.” He kissed her just as the driver pulled into Chris’ driveway, the gate closing behind them. Chris got out first and ran over to help Kate out of the car. When they walked through the door, Kate let out a yelp. Her brother, Killian, and her niece, Hailey, had been standing there with Lisa. “Surprise!” They yelled.

“Oh my god!” Kate cried, bursting into tears as Hailey ran forward and hugged her tightly. “My sweet girl! Killi!” Her brother had rushed over and grabbed her into a hug, too. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Chris flew us out here for the premiere as a surprise for you.” Killian said. “Look at you! You look amazing! Why is there a ring on your left hand?”

“Chris! You knew when we tried to call him earlier that he was coming here!”

“Of course I did.” Chris laughed. “I was just playing the part. Ma went and picked them up while we were at Ellen.”

“Hey! Hi!” Killian said. “Ring on my little sister’s finger. It’s new. Is there some news here?”

“Chris asked me to marry him this morning.” Kate said, looking at her brother and waiting for him to react.

“Are you serious?” Killian asked. Chris and Kate nodded their heads. “Congratulations!” He hugged his sister tightly again. “I’m so happy for you guys!”

“Yay!” Hailey bounced up and down and tugged on Kate’s arm. “Aunt Katie, can I be the flower girl? I wanna be the flower girl, please!”

Kate laughed and knelt down to be at Hailey’s level. “Of course you’re my flower girl, silly.”

“Can I talk to the baby?” “We should let aunt Katie sit down.” Killian said. “She doesn’t need to be on her feet so much.” Kate rolled her eyes. “Not even here five minutes and you’re already being the bossy older brother. I’m only pregnant.”

“How about we go out to the patio?” Chris offered. “The view is great and Hailey can play with all the toys out there.”

“You have toys for her?” Killian asked.

“My niece and nephews come out to visit. They keep trying to play with the shield, so I had to buy some distractions.”

“What shield?” Hailey asked.

“You wanna know something cool?” Lisa asked Hailey. The five-year-old’s eyes widened as she nodded. “Chris is going to be your uncle when he marries your aunt Katie and that means that Captain America is going to be your uncle.”

“Whoa!” Hailey turned to Chris. “You’re Captain America?”

“You remember seeing him in The Avengers?” Killian asked.

“Oh yeah!” Hailey’s eyes widened. “Can I play with the shield.”

Chris laughed. “Maybe later?”

“Ok!” Hailey took his hand and he led her over to the toy box. “Where’s Gally?”

“She’s with Chris’ sister Shanna.” Kate said. “Her and her brother Dodger are staying with her until we get back.”

“She has a brother?”

“I told you that, silly.”

“Oh yeah! I remember.”

Chris came over and joined Kate on the sofa, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Lisa and Killian each took one of the outdoor armchairs on either side of the couch. “How are you feeling, sis?” Killian asked.

“I’m ok. Tired mostly. Sleeping is kind of hard.”

“Maura started feeling that way in her third trimester. Are you sure you’ll be up for travelling overseas?”

“I will be perfectly fine, thank you. Chris has already asked multiple times and I tell him the same thing.”

“I’m just worried about you. We both are.”

“I appreciate it, but I will be fine. I’m really excited for it.”

“Oh, in all the hubbub, I forgot that you got a bouquet, Katie.” Lisa said.

“I did?”

“Yes.” Lisa walked into the house and grabbed a large bouquet of sunflowers and roses in a pretty green vase. “They were delivered just after we got here from the airport.”

Chris held the vase of flowers while Kate pulled the card out. “Who are they from?” He asked.

“Awe! They’re from Hemsworth. ‘I hope you’re feeling better today. Tell Evans if he’s not taking care of you, I’ll assemble the Avengers to take him out. Welcome to the family.’” Kate laughed. “He’s so sweet.”

“He texted me last night that he really enjoyed meeting you.”

“My sister is getting flowers from Thor and is marrying Captain America.” Killian said.

“Ha!” Kate cried. “I’m going to be Mrs. America! Suck it beauty queens.” Chris let out a loud laugh as he set the flowers down on the glass coffee table.

“How did mom and dad react?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“They seemed…. I don’t know.” They had managed to get Helena and Bill on a video chat together that morning. The two had seemed happy and had shown some excitement, but they had definitely seemed a little off. “Maybe they think it’s too quick?”

“Well, they weren’t nuts about you having a baby with someone you barely knew.”

“And you were?”

“Hell no. Sorry, Chris, but my first reaction was that I wanted to punch you in the face. Then I remembered that it took two to create my niece or nephew and I wanted to kick my sister’s ass, too. And then I calmed down and started thinking rationally.” Killian reached over and took Kate’s hand. “All I’ve ever wanted was for you to find the happiness you deserve. I’ve never cared about who or what it was that brought you that happiness, just so long as you got it.” Kate squeezed her brother’s hand. “Looking back at the last few months, I’ve never seen or heard Kat happier than when she’s talking about you, Chris. If our parents are being weird about this, I think it’s just them being extremely protective. They’re happy for you guys, it’s just going to take them some time to adjust, I think.”

“I hope so.”

“Lisa, are you happy for them?”

“Of course I am!” Lisa laughed. “I knew from the minute she walked into my house that she would be the last woman my son brought home.”

“You did?” Kate asked.

“To be perfectly honest, I had a hunch before you came to dinner. The way Chris talked about you and the way Scott described how you two interacted…. It was pretty obvious you were special. When you and Chris walked in, he was just different to me. Something in him had clicked and I spotted it immediately. Oh, Katie, don’t cry!”

“Sorry. Hormones.” Kate shook her head. “Any little thing can set me off.”

“I think what your parents are worried about is whether or not you truly grasp what Chris’ life is really like. Your mother talked with me about it when we were at Christmastown. I don’t know if I put her worries at ease, but I do think you are more than capable of handling his career.” “Despite my freak out last night.”

“You were doing great until the incident with Minka.” Chris reminded her. “You won Hemmy over pretty fast and Mackie gushed about you, too. Lizzie is excited to go to lunch with you before we leave LA. I think the only time you’ve lost your cool was meeting Twitch.”

“You met Twitch!?” Killian gasped.

“Yeah.” Kate giggled. “I started crying at him. He was so sweet. He even invited me and Chris over to hang out with him and Allison and it made me cry more.”

“That was really sweet of him.” Lisa said.

“I’ve been such a huge fan of him since he competed on So You Think You Can Dance. I will probably die if I ever get to meet Travis Wall. He’s incredible and I want to take a dance class with him.”

“When was the last time you danced?” Killian asked.

“Um…. The show I did for Dahlia before I moved to New York.”

“You didn’t do the Marvel show?”

“No. I was going to go back to Richmond for it, but I found out I was pregnant and I just didn’t feel like doing it anymore.”

“I tried to get her to do it.” Chris said. “So did Scott.”

“I just didn’t feel like I needed it anymore. My priorities were already shifting, anyway.”

“Please don’t give up dancing.” Killian said. “I mean, I don’t mind you giving up the burlesque because I’m your brother and that weirds me out a little bit, but you’ve always loved to dance.”

“When will I have time, though? Between work and being a mom….”

“We’ll find time, babe.” Chris said. “Maybe we can take private lessons or something.”

“I love you, but I ain’t tap dancing. My feet don’t move like that.”

Chris laughed. “Well, then we’ll take ballroom dancing or something.”

“We’ll see.”

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

The doorbell rang and Megan walked over to answer it. Kate was sitting in the living room with Jenn putting the final touches on her hair and makeup while Chris and Killian talked and drank beers in the kitchen. Hailey was excitedly playing a board game with Lisa at the dining room table. Everyone looked over to see Robert Downey Jr walk into the foyer with his wife, Susan.

“Hey!” Chris called happily, rushing over to give his friend a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to meet your baby mama before it gets crazy.” Downey said. Kate stood up and situated her cerulean blue, 1950s inspired dress while Jenn fixed the wide, off the shoulder sleeves. “I know you.”

“There is absolutely no way that you remember me.” Kate said.

“You’ve met Downey before?” Chris asked.

“You look really familiar. Where do I know you from?” Downey asked.

“You were filming US Marshalls in Kentucky.” Kate said.

Downey’s face lit up with recognition. “We ate at the restaurant your dad was the chef at. You were in a leg brace because you had just had surgery!”

“How the hell do you remember that?”

“Why haven’t you told me about that?” Chris asked.

“Get over here!” Downey pulled Kate into a hug. “You would be surprised what I can remember. Your dad was a dick.”

Kate laughed. “Yes, he really was.”

“Look at you! You were, what…. Fourteen?”

“Thirteen.”

“The knee is ok?”

“Well, I’m not figure skating anymore because it didn’t heal right, but it functions enough to keep me mobile.”

“I’m sorry. You were excited to get back to it.”

“Yes, I was!”

Downey hugged her again. “This is serendipitous.”

“It’s something all right.”

“Look at you! You grew up into a very sophisticated young lady. Kate, this is my wife, Susan.”

Kate shook Susan’s hand. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“It’s great to finally meet the woman that has the Avengers in a tizzy.” Susan laughed. “My husband has been excited to meet the woman that finally domesticated Evans.”

“I can’t say he’s domesticated. He’s still leaving dishes in the sink and forgets to put the toilet seat down.”

“He just needs some training. They all do.”

“Standing right here.” Chris muttered.

“Get used to it, brother.” Downey said. “Mrs. Evans!” He hugged Lisa tightly. “It’s great to see you again. Did you gain another grandkid?”

“This is Hailey,” Chris said, lifting Hailey up in his arms. “She belongs to my soon-to-be brother-in-law over there, Killian.”

“Not soon.” Kate corrected as Killian shook Downey’s hand. “After the baby’s born.”

“That’s soon. You’re almost in your third trimester.”

“We’re not having a wedding as soon as I give birth, Chris.”

“Hold on.” Downey looked between Kate and Chris. Chris took Kate’s left hand and lifted it to show off the ring. “Congratulations!” He pulled the couple into a hug, kissing each of their cheeks. “This is momentous! I call dibs on the bachelor party!”

Chris laughed. “Scott already has, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you helping.”

“You’re not pulling my leg right now? You’re serious?”

“Dead serious. It happened a couple of days ago.”

“Evans!” Downey hugged him tightly, actually fighting back tears. “I am so happy for you, pal.”

“Thank you, man.”

Downey turned to Kate and hugged her tightly. “And you! I can’t wait to catch up with you. Get your side of the story of how Chris wooed you.”

“I’m sure he embellished some.” Kate said, smiling lovingly up at her fiancé.

“Somehow, I doubt that. So, are you ready for your first red carpet?”

“As I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

“Don’t be nervous.” Susan said. “You’re going to have fun.”

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The Captain America: Civil War red carpet was a bit overwhelming at first. They had pulled over into a random parking lot so Chris could get into a blue Audi sports cars. The publicity team for the movie had decided that Captain America and Iron Man should arrive separately in cars matching their characters’ colors. Megan had kept Lisa, Kate, Killian, and Hailey close by while Chris arrived on the carpet after them. Instead of going straight for pictures, though, he walked over to Kate and gripped her hand tightly.

“Are you ok?” Kate asked.

“I just….” Chris took a deep breath, his hand shaking somewhat. “I need you.”

Kate nodded. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

He nodded, leaning down to kiss her quickly. The sound of screams and camera shutters going crazy made them break apart. “Megan….”

“Kate’s not going anywhere.” Megan assured him. She knew how Chris got at these big events. Hopefully having Kate with him would help his nerves. “Do you want me to line up any interviews beyond the Marvel one you’re obligated to do?”

“No.” Chris sighed, thinking better of it. “Maybe one or two.”

“Ok. You guys can follow me over here for photocalls.”

“I’m sorry about all this.” Chris said, still gripping Kate’s hand tightly. “I’m ok right now.” Kate assured him, squeezing back. His vice grip lessened somewhat. “I’m pretending that I’m at a burlesque show and these screaming people are just excited about the act.”

He smiled down at her, some of the tension melting from his stance. “You look incredible, baby.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” She reached up and adjusted his tie some, knowing that these pictures were going to be everywhere.

Chris leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Maybe you could put on the show when we get home.” Kate playfully rolled her eyes at him.

They followed Megan to the photocall area in front of the advertisement boards and Kate tried to remember the poses that Jenn and Megan had coached her on. She crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned on Chris for balance. He put his hand on her bump and they took a few moments to pose like the happy couple they were. Reporters started to ask about the ring on Kate’s finger, but Chris and Kate had decided not to talk about it in public yet.

Mackie walked up behind them and photobombed them before grabbing Kate into a tight hug, lifting her off her feet. “You look incredible!”

“Thank you.” Kate kissed him sweetly on the cheek.

“Are you doing good? This isn’t too much?”

“No. I’m ok.”

“She’s keeping me calm.” Chris said, hugging his friend.

Downey and Susan arrived not long after. Susan and Kate stood off to the side while Downey and Chris took pictures together and with Mackie. A hand touched Kate’s shoulder and she turned to find Sebastian Stan standing there. “Seb!” Kate said, smiling and hugging the man that Chris called a friend. They had met the other day when Chris had filmed Jimmy Kimmel.

“It’s great to see you again.” Sebastian said.

“You, too!”

“I didn’t get to tell you congratulations on the engagement. That’s so exciting for you and Chris.”

“Thank you so much.”

Sebastian was pulled away for photos and Susan linked her arm through Kate’s. Kate looked around for her brother and Killian smiled and waved at her from his place with Lisa. Hailey was looking around in wonder.

“Welcome to the Avengers’ wives club.” Susan said.

“Do I need to bake anything for the meetings?” Kate asked.

Susan laughed. “There’s not many of us in this club. And none that are as high profile as the two of us.”

“That’s a bit scary.”

“Don’t worry. You’re doing fantastic.”

“You are so nice.”

“You make it easy to be. It is absolutely amazing that you met my husband before any of us.”

“It’s amazing he remembers it! It was so long ago.”

“And he wasn’t at his best then, either.”

“I honestly couldn’t tell.”

Chris beckoned Kate over and she squeezed Susan’s hand before walking over to join him. They continued down the red carpet together. They ended up taking pictures with Susan and Downey. Megan had actually told Kate that she would end up with Susan a lot at these Marvel premieres. Their significant others were the two main heroes in the franchise. When they made it into the theatre, Chris was once again separated from her. Megan led Kate, Lisa, Killian, and Hailey to a group of seats blocked off for them. Once again, Susan was sitting near Kate. The two women exchanged phone numbers while they waited.

Megan came over to Kate. “I forgot to mention this to you, but when this is over, Chris has an interview with Rolling Stone. It’s happening at your guys’ house.”

“I didn’t know they did that.” Kate said.

“Not always. I just wanted to give you a heads up that they’ll probably want to include you in the interview. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though.”

“Ok. Do you think I should?”

“It’s totally up to you. I just want you to be comfortable.”

Susan leaned over. “Kate, I think you should. It would be a really good opportunity for people to get to know the woman Chris is going to marry. It’s also good practice for the future because this won’t be the last time Chris does an at-home interview. You don’t have to divulge anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“Ok. I guess I can talk to them if they want to.”

“Great.” Megan smiled brightly at Kate before heading off again.

The lights went down and the cast was brought out on stage to introduce the film. Once that was over, Chris finally made his way over to her.

“That was a spectacle.” Kate said as he sat down with her.

“Little bit. You ok?”

“Wonderful. I’m excited to see the movie.”

Usually Chris didn’t stay to watch the movies he was in, but this time was different. “I’m excited for you to see it.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled against him as the movie started.

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 5 years

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Taron Egerton: Marry Me?

This was written with the help of my babes @sarahegerton96. I really hope that you like this and I hope it meets all that you wanted. Please excuse all the mistakes in this. I did try and edit it but I may have missed some things. Let me know what you think!

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The setting sun cascaded shadows over the city of London and Taron was busy cooking dinner for the most important night of his life. The night he would propose to you and make both your dreams come true. Taron hummed with the tunes playing through the speaker of his phone as he placed the garlic bread lasagne in the oven. While that was cooking, he raced up to the terrace to finish setting up. Once the table was set and he was happy with how it looked, he strung up some fairy lights for a more romantic look. When everything was in place, he went back to the flat to make sure he had everything ready to go and then he went to get himself ready. By the time that he was done, it was almost time for y/n to arrive. His nerves were just starting to settle in. Taron took a deep breath to calm himself down as he placed the food on the food on the table outside. He looked at his watch and realized that y/n would arrive any minute.

“Hello babe.” He greeted as he wrapped her in a hug after giving her a sweet kiss. “You look beautiful.” Taron whispered as he smiled at his girlfriend. “Thank you T.” She replied shyly. “Shall we head up to the terrace?” He asked as y/n nodded her head. They walked to the terrace when y/n’s eyes landed on the sight before her, she gasped in surprise. The terrace had been decorated with a nicely decorated table and of course the fairy lights but what made it even better was the fact the you could see the London skyline all lit up. The whole scene was beautiful. “I really have no words for this baby.” Y/n said. “I wanted to make this night special and I figured that you would like this, especially since the weather is so nice.” He explained as he and y/n sat down. “What did you make this time?” Y/n asked as she looked at the covered plate in front her. “Nothing special.” He shrugged. “I’m sure that’s not true.” Y/n said happily. “Why don’t you have a look.” He replied as he lifted the cover off of her plate. Her eyes grew wide with excitement. “Taron, you made my favorite.” Y/n grinned. Taron chuckled at her reaction and they both ate their food.

“That was amazing babe but why wasn’t there as much garlic in there this time?” Y/n asked with slight disappointment as Taron gulped down the rest of his wine as his heart begin to race. “I didn’t because I have something I want to ask you.” He said as he stood on his shaking legs and walked to y/n’s side and got down on one knee. “Oh my god! What are you doing?” Y/n asked with a look of slight fear on her face. Taron took hold of her hands and looked into her eyes. “Y/n, you are my bestfriend and I thank God every night that for blessing me with you and your incredible personality. Every time I look at you, my heart races and butterflies seem to erupt in my stomach and I don’ t want to ever loose that feeling. Every time I look into your eyes, I feel like I’m at home. I love that you allow me to be the best version of myself and I can’t imagine my life without you. Which is why I wanted to know if you’d make all of my dreams come true and marry me?” He asked as he held out the ring he had picked especially for her.

Y/n just looked at him and took in his features. His brow was slightly furrowed with worry. His eyes full of nerves and his bottom lip found it’s way in between his teeth as he waited for an answer. Y/n smiled and held back a sob. “Well, what’s it to be?” Taron asked again as his voice cracked. “I suppose you’ll do.” Y/n teased and Taron chuckled. “Of course I’ll marry you. I love you T.” Y/n continued as Taron stood them up and kissed her. “Should I put the ring on or do you want to do it?” Y/n asked with amusement as Taron began to sit down again. “Shit sorry.” He said as he walked over to her again and re opened the ring box to reveal the ring.

He knew that Brave was y/n’s favorite Disney princess movie and he wanted the ring to mean something to her and when she saw the ring, she smiled the biggest smile she could muster. Inside the band were the words Touch the sky and that was her favorite quote from the movie so all in all, the ring was absolutely perfect for her. “This is perfect.” Taron said. y/n smiled and nodded. “It matches the promise ring you gave me.” Y/n said as she admired her new ring.

For the next few hours the newly engaged couple relaxed in a lounge chair. Y/n’s head leaned against Taron’s chest as his arms encircled her waist protectively. They watched the stars in the black sky dance to an unknown rhythm. “Tonight was perfect Taron. Thank you for making it so special.” Y/n spoke softly. Taron smiled. “Thank you for saying yes. For a few minutes there, I thought you were going to say no.” He responded. “I thought about it.” She teased. “Why?” Taron asked. “Just to see what you’d do and how you’d react.” Y/n replied with a shrug. “Well, thank you for saying yes because you probably would have made me cry.” He admitted as y/n got out of his grasp and turned to face him. “You would have cried?” She smirked. Taron nodded. “Well let’s see if I can make you cry.” Y/n replied with seduction laced in her voice. She leaned in and stopped an inch from Taron’s lips. His lips were slightly parted and he moaned in anticipation. Y/n smirked at him and licked his bottom lip torturously slow. Taron whined at the sensation and tried to lean forward and kiss her. Y/n giggled and pulled away from him, leaving him turned on. She stood up and walked over to the terrace door.

“Where are you going?” Taron whined. Y/n simply winked and walked to Taron’s flat and waited for him to catch up as she knew that he would definitely follow her. “Come on big boy, what are you waiting for? open the door.” Y/n said expectantly. Taron listened and let them in. “You go to the room and I’ll meet you there.” Y/n said as she smiled mischievously at her fiancé. “ Don’t be too long.” He responded as he bolted up the stairs. When she was sure that he was gone, she pulled out the chocolate sauce from its cupboard. Then she went to the fridge and looked for other things that she could use on Taron. Her eyes landed on chocolate covered strawberries but not just any plain jane chocolate covered strawberries, these ones were covered in Hershey’s cookies and cream white chocolate. Y/n’s mouth watered at the sight. She grabbed them and the chocolate sauce and walked up to Taron’s room. “I see you found the strawberries.” Taron smirked. “Oh yeah and I also found this.” She said as she showed him the chocolate sauce. “What do you plan on doing with that Miss y/n?” Taron asked with amusement. “Take your clothes off and you’ll find out.” Y/n winked with a sly smile.

Taron did as he was told and before she knew it, he was in front of her bearing all for her to see. She licked her lips and let her eyes scan over his body. “Like what you see?” Taron teased. “Shut up Egerton.” She replied as she walked toward him. She placed the strawberries and chocolate sauce down on his night stand and undressed herself and opened the chocolate sauce. Taron watched her and his eyes grew dark with lust as she drizzled it over him. She drew a line from his neck to his cock and ‘accidently’ left some droplets of sauce on his thighs. Once she was satisfied with the amount on him, she closed the bottle and leaned over him and licked her way down his body slowly. Taron moaned at the contact and bit his lip as she gently bit his collarbone. “Shit.” He groaned. Y/n smirked at his response. “Does that feel good baby?” Y/n teased. She knew that it felt good because she could feel his erection between their bodies.

As she worked her way down from his collarbone, y/n licked and sucked on his skin earning a growl from the man underneath her. When she reached his waist she stopped what she was doing and moved on to give his hip bones some love. She placed open mouth kisses to them and let her tongue ghost over them. Taron whined and wriggled under her touch. She looked up at him and smiled and went down to lick the sauce of his glorious thighs. “Don’t be a tease babe.” Taron complained as he lifted his head to look down at her. “Patience is a virtue my love.” Y/n replied. Taron flopped his head back against the pillow and huffed out a breath. Y/n chuckled under her breath as she moved to place a kiss just above where his cock lay against his lower stomach. Taron bit his lower lip again and tangled his fingers in her hair in hopes that she’d take the hint and thankfully for him, she did. She ran her tongue on the under side of his shaft.

“Fuck!” Taron said loudly as she finally took him in her mouth. “Hmmmmmmm.” Y/n hummed around him. He bucked his hips and she pulled away. She pumped her hand up and down earning a plethora of moans from Taron. Y/n took him took him in her mouth again but this time she took him as far she could. When the tip of him touched the back of her throat she gagged around him and that almost sent Taron over the edge. Y/n pulled back so that she could take a few breaths before taking him again and pushing him over the edge. “Fuck me.” He cried out as he spilled down her throat. Y/n licked her lips as she pulled him out of her mouth and leaned up to kiss him lazily. “That was so good.” He whispered against her lips. “You should clean the rest of this off.” Taron said. Y/n took her finger and dipped it in the sauce. “Open your mouth.” Y/n spoke softly as Taron opened his mouth. Y/n placed her sauce covered finger on his tongue and he licked it off. They continued to do that until all the sauce was off of him.

“We should eat the strawberries.” Y/n said as she drew patterns on his chest. “I have an idea.” He replied as he flipped them over so that she was now under him. Taron reached for a strawberry and put one end between his teeth and then starting from her neck, he gently ran the chocolate over her warm skin, letting the chocolate melt. When he got as far as he could, he moved to her mouth and let her bite the piece of fruit. She moaned as she tasted the sweet juice. “You know how to pick them.” She praised. Once Y/n had finished the fruit, Taron captured her lips in a passionate kiss. “Fuck yes I do.” He teased as he pulled away from her. Taron then followed the trail of chocolate over body and when he got close to her core, he reached for the chocolate sauce and proceeded to apply a little to her thighs and lazily removed it. Y/n moaned when Taron inserted two fingers and thrusted them in and out of her throbbing heat.

“Fuck!” She cried out as he sucked her clit and took her over the edge. “Oh my god.” She breathed out in pleasure. “Shall we move this to the shower?” Taron asked. Y/n nodded and they went to the bathroom. Taron turned on the water and while they waited, he kissed her again. Y/n pushed him against the wall and kissed his neck. “I think the water is ready.” She said darkly with a bite to her lower lip. Y/n took his hand and led him into the shower and they proceeded to enjoy the rest of their night together.

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drowseoftheafternoonsundays · 5 years

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Scrabble (Brian May x Reader)

Summary: While Queen is on their first tour across America, Brian and his girlfriend play a special game of Scrabble while on the road late one night.

Rating: PG (very mild sexual reference, if you even want to call it that.)

Word Count: 1,946

A/N: Imagine Gwil as Brian or actual Brian, go nuts. I just couldn’t find a gif from the tour bus zoom shot in BoRap where they’re playing Scrabble on the bus so here’s this pic instead.

In the dark night, two tour buses zipped their way through the American countryside. Due to complications, the band Queen and their entourage were unable to stay the night in the city they had just performed in; instead they had to sleep overnight in their tour bus as it drove through the night while trying to keep them on schedule. In the smaller of the two buses however, while the rest of the band slept where they could, Brian and his girlfriend Y/N were wide awake, still buzzing from the concert just hours ago.

Sitting in booths across from each other, a single light illuminated the table they were sat across from each other at. On the table top lay a game of Scrabble, each with a winning game to their name.

“Alright, time to break the score.” Y/N said, her eyes shining with mischief. “Another game.”

“Well, you know I’m always up for that, love.” Brian laughed.

“Wonderful.” She clapped her hands together. “Gives me another chance to beat you again.”

“Or I you.” He teased.

“Nuh uh, Brian.” She shook her head. “I’m determined to win a second time.”

“So am I.” He replied after clearing his throat. “Would you be able to get me a beer while I set up the next game, darling?”

“Sure. I could go for one myself.” She agreed, leaning against the table to peck his lips before getting up and going to the other end of the bus where the beer cooler was.

Watching her retreating figure for a moment, Brian knew this was his chance.Turning to the box and sweater on the seat next to him, he dug into the sweater pocket to pull out two pouches, identical to the one containing the scrabble pieces from the game they had just been playing. Peeking inside one of the pouches to figure out which one contained what, he was then quick to set to work to set his plan up.

“Briiii, I can’t find the bottle opener.” Y/N almost whined from where she was kneeling on the floor.

“Shh!” He hushed her with a quiet laugh, noticing how Freddie flinched in his sleep. “Check in the silverware.”

“Fiiiine.” She sighed.

All was going to plan so far. John had helped him put the whole plan, using Scrabble that was, together, even the stalling. Glancing at the sleeping bassist as he set out the final tiles, he hoped all of their hard work would be worth it. Hearing two bottles being opened behind him, he covered his tiles as Y/N walked by.

“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t cheat.” She rolled her eyes as she handed Brian his beer, then flopped onto her bench.

“No, you’re right.” He agreed, taking a swig from his bottle in an attempt to soothe his nerves. “That’s Rog’s job.”

This made her snort. “Roger is smarter than he lets on sometimes.” She muttered, looking down at the tiles in front of her. “Really, Bri? You couldn’t give me better letters?”

Biting back a grin, he shook his head. Other than a few random tiles, the ones that he had given her gave her two words she could possibly spell, depending on her answer. “Well, I don’t have control over what letters I give you, love.”

“Hmp, I’m sure.” She rolled her eyes again. Leaning forwards, she hummed as she considered the letters in front of her. Watching as her brow furrowed in concentration, Brian became distracted as he thought about the woman in front of him. They had met and quickly fallen in love in university, only admitting how they felt to each other when Roger and Tim had locked them in a cupboard together in order to end the tension between them. She had been there for him when Tim had left Smile and left Brian devastated, and when Freddie joined and the band turned into Queen. She was there to help welcome John to the band with open arms, and supported the band when they began to pick up steam and gain popularity. When their popularity began to grow initially, he had been worried that it would all be too much for her and that she would leave. Instead she just rolled her eyes at him and with several kisses, among other things, assured him that she would always be there for him. And she was true to her word; she was there at rehearsals when she could be, at the edge of the stage or waiting in the wings at each performance, and now travelling with him across a foreign country in the dead of night while the band of four chased their dreams.

Sighing happily at the thoughts and memories that flooded his mind, he smiled when Y/N glanced up at him with a small grin. “What?” She asked.

“Nothing.” He breathed, his smile growing wider.

“Okay.” She said, though it clear that she didn’t believe him. With a hum, she looked back to her letters before making a decision. Picking up a tile, she moved to put it on the board when Brian suddenly lunged forwards, throwing a hand over the board so as to block it.

“No! Wait!” He said loudly.

“Whatever for?” She asked in bewilderment.

“You won the last game. It’s my turn to start.” He argued. When she raised a brow at him once again, he frowned, his nose scrunching up. “What?”

Studying him for a moment, she shook her head and smiled in amusement. “So eager to lose, are we?” Putting her tile back on the stand, Y/N reached forwards to lift Brian’s hand from the board, giving it a little squeeze, one which he returned.

“Actually darling, you’ll find I’m quite committed to winning this time.” Despite the rage of nerves flaring up inside him, he was impressed with how confident he managed to sound.

Clearly she felt the same as a familiar, most certainly naughty, look began to form on her face. “Oh, Brian.” She sighed jokingly. “I love it when you get that confident.”

“Yeah, I know you do.” He muttered with a wink at her, making her snort. Looking down at his own tiles, he pretended to think about what he wanted to do for his first move. In reality, he was trying to calm himself, find the bravery to finally bring his plan to completion. “Uhhh…” Bringing a long finger across the tiles, he finally landed on the desired tile and picked it up to put the M on the board.

“Ahh…” Y/N leaned forwards to study the M. Looking over her letters she frowned when she saw Brian continuing to put tiles on the board. “Hey, no Brian, that’s cheating! It’s my turn!” Reaching forward to grab his hand in an attempt to stop him, he instead managed to hold her off as he laid down the necessary tiles. “Brian, stop!”

“Y/N, look.” He told her gently, nodding towards the board.

Glancing down, it didn’t register what he had laid out until she looked to see him watching her expectantly. Looking at the board again, in the dim light his tiles spelt out two words.

Marry Me.

Her eyes widening in shock, she fell back into her booth, her gaze fixed on the two words. Working her jaw wordlessly, she finally met her boyfriend's gaze to see his eyes full of hope and worry. Thoughts racing through her head, she took a deep breath before she was able to hoarsely say “That’s more than one letter.”

This made Brian laugh, making her laugh slightly as well. “Well, I do believe it’s your turn, love.” He said, nodding towards her tiles.

Studying her tiles, she realized she had the correct tiles to either spell yes or no on the board. “You clever bastard.” She breathed, shaking her head as Brian chuckled at her remark. Her eyes beginning to fill with tears, she sat up. “Are you serious?” She asked quietly, receiving a silent nod. Exhaling heavily, she leaned forwards. “Well then, I suppose there’s only one thing left for me to do.” Taking three tiles from her set, she laid them out under his.

Yes.

Tears beginning to stream down his face his face, Brian turned in his seat to have his back against the bus wall and held his arms out to her. Scooting out of her bench, Y/N flung herself into his lap, hugging him tightly before pressing a long hard, tear soaked kiss to his lips. “I love you.” He mumbled against her, making her laugh.

“You must, having gone through the trouble to plan all of this.” She gestured to the game next to them.

“John helped.” Brian admitted.

“Ahh. That was lovely of him.” She said, pressing her forehead to his as she gently traced her fingers along his cheekbones.

“Freddie suggested I do it on the road.” He continued on.

“Hmm.” She hummed, leaning down to softly kiss the corner of his mouth.

Bringing his hands up from her hips to cradle her head so he could kiss her square on the mouth, between kisses that started to become more demanding, he added “Roger helped pick out the ring.” After a moment, he was struck with realization that made him pull away. “Shit, the ring!” He exclaimed, making Y/N laugh as he sorted through the things behind him. Finally producing a Scrabble sack with a grin, this made her laugh more.

“You really were dedicated to the whole Scrabble plan, weren’t you?” She asked.

“Of course.” He said, pulling a ring out of the small sack and holding it out to her. When she held her left hand out to him, he slid the ring on her finger and then kissed it. Turning his gaze up to meet her eye with his lips warm against her fingers and new ring, he gave her hand a slight squeeze. “I love you.” He whispered again.

“I love you too.” She whispered back, resting her right hand against his cheek before taking her left to put it under his chin so as to bring him forward to happily kiss him.

“Is that it then, is it done?” Roger’s voice suddenly piped up from the back, making the newly engaged couple break from their embrace in surprise. “We don’t have to pretend to be asleep anymore?”

Wrapping her arms around Brian’s neck, Y/N turned her head to see Roger sitting up and watching them from the back of the bus. Looking around, the couple saw the rest of the band moving to sit up from where they had been lying down around the bus, watching them intently. “Way to intrude on the moment, boys.” She teased, smoothing down Brian’s curls as he pulled her closer in his lap to rest his cheek against her chest.

“We helped plan all of this, I think we deserve a part of the moment.” Roger retorted.

“Besides, they all invaded mine and Mary’s apartment after I proposed to her. This is simply returning the favour, darling.” Freddie joked.

“Thanks for that, Fred.” Brian said.

“She said yes, didn’t she?” Freddie replied. “Our work here is done.”

“Yes, thank you for helping him plan this.” Y/N smiled. “All of you.”

“He was extremely nervous, we weren’t quite sure he would manage to pull it off.” John giggled.

“Well, he did wonderfully.” She declared, giving Brian a kiss.

“Thank you, love.” He said quietly, giving her a squeeze around the middle as the band got up to hug them and kiss them on the tops of their heads in congratulations.

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