#mitch this is so fucking cool

[satellite-runner]

Know the signs.

[sarcasmchandlerbing]

Some Leafs players collages

[adulthumanproblem]

Stanzipotenza

Are liberals back on their old shit again? Like when they wished Trump to get well when he got Covid?

No, fuck them. Fuck them all. Hope Mitch fucking DIES. He barely counts as human, anyway

[thanksbutno98]

Beach day

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price takes his family out for a beach day only for his wife to be the center of attention.

Warnings: NSFW, sexual themes, revealing clothing, light sexual harassment, swearing, groping, allusions to sex, not edited.

Authors Note: I’m from the US and have no clue what beaches are like in the UK so this is my first fic based in the US lol.

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“What do you mean you can’t come?” John asked as he clicked the infant car seat into place.

“Dad needs me to help out with Mitch until he’s free, he’ll be there in an hour. So, I’ll just meet you there.” You were too busy texting on your phone to see the annoyed looks your husband was giving you.

“It’s a god damn horse, not a person.” John countered.

Looking up from your phone you saw your burly man giving you a mean look through his eyebrows, with his arms crossed over his chest and muscular arms bulging. The muscles rounded at his shoulders and looked like rolling hills the way the summer sun was hitting them. John was dressed in a loose fitting tank top that was tight around his pectorals because they were so toned and absolutely delicious. The grey fabric hung low on the sides leaving the top half of his ribs exposed so you if he was in the right position you could just catch a glimpse of his hairy abs. He also wore his navy blue swim trunks that were a few inches above his knees, showing off his thick, tree trunk, thighs and how rock solid they were. You were distracted for a second at how hairy this man in front of you was; from his bearded face, arms, chest, to his legs. A layer of brown hair covered him everywhere except his back and ass.

“A horse I haven’t seen in ages and my dad needs saddled up so he has time to ride. It’s not that far from here I’ll only be an hour, maybe two.” You pleaded, running your fingers up John’s toned chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It’ll be two on one. How am I going to manage both of them?” John nodded his head to your two children buckled up in the back seat.

“You’re their dad, you’ll figure it out.” Giving John’s scruffy cheek a sweet kiss you batted your eyes up at him. He hated that you were trying to flirt your way out of this.

“And now I have to drive on the bloody wrong side of the road.” With gritted teeth John let you kiss his scowl away until you were making out with him.

“C’mon we don’t visit my home often, don’t be such a spoil sport.” You pulled away breathlessly.

“Fine.” John smacked your ass harder than usual and moved to open the passenger side door for you.

“Give me a second to change into my riding pants and then drop me off.” There was no chance to answer as you jogged into the vacation home your dad owned. Leaving John frustrated he snatched his hat from the passenger seat where he was originally going to sit.

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“Fucking, fuck.” John grunted as he pulled the wagon with all the beach supplies and his son through the scorching sand then over a random pile of rocks until he was back on the sand again.

“Fuck this fucking beach.” He sounded like a crazy person muttering to himself but he was beyond pissed off.

This always happened. You two would make the trip home to the States so you could enjoy where you grew up and John would always be left to his own devices at some point. It was usually because your dad couldn’t help himself but join you on these trips since he’d moved to the UK to be closer to you. He would spend time with his buddies mostly but then beckon you to do something for him and you’d drop everything to help the man.

This is how John found himself with his 6month old daughter napping in a baby carrier strapped to his chest and his two year old screeching with laughter in the wagon. He swore your home state was having a constant heatwave every time he was here but you tried to explain it was normal this time of year. On what day was 94 degrees normal? The only thing cooling him off was the ocean breeze as his feet blistered against the scorching sand.

The beach was packed, it looked like everyone had made the same decision you two did, to make today a beach day. Scouting up and down the coast John tried to find a spot big enough for the tent you packed and all your other belongings. It felt like he walked a half mile before he found a spot. It was unfortunately next to a group of rowdy college boys which was probably why it was the only space open and big enough. It was a good spot as no one was in front of John blocking him from the water but there was a group of older couples to his left, college kids to his right, and a normal looking family behind him.

Pulling up Evelyn’s tiny pink bucket hat he checked to make sure she wasn’t too hot. He was greeted by blue eyes staring up at him and a wide toothless grin. She kicked her feet happily seeing his face which had John’s bad mood softening exponentially.

“Okay, this’ll be a good day. Right?” John poked her little chubby side getting a deep little giggle from her. She began to babble away, her sweet little baby voice music to John’s ears.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy! Look!!” Jj was trying to get out of the wagon as he pointed off into the ocean.

He had one leg thrown over the plastic side and was clutching on to it, his little foot kicking and searching for the solid ground. John wasn’t quick enough to catch the little boy as he tumbled out and fell flat on his face. A face full of sand didn’t seem to deter the rough little boy as he scrambled to his feet and tried to sprint for the water. John caught him by the forearm before he got too far.

“Uh, uh, uh. You have to wait for me.” John pulled the two year old back towards the wagon.

“NOOOOO!” Jj screeched, going limp as an attempt to be immovable. John simply picked him up and placed the now flailing toddler into the wagon to hopefully keep the tantrum contained.

It didn’t.

John was pulling out the tent to set up while sunscreen and beach toys went flying. Jj threw the buckets and pail straight at John, clocking him in the top of the head. With a sharp gaze shot Jj’s way he screamed and threw himself back to cry and stopped throwing things. John cringed hearing how hard the toddler whacked his head against the plastic wagon.

John was thanking his lucky stars the tent you bought was one of those pop up ones for babies. He had it set up in no time and then was stabbing your large lime green beach umbrella into the sand. He could feel eyes on him as his toddler continued to scream at the top of his lungs and now his baby girl joined in from her tent. John was quick to lay out the large navy beach blanket, chuck his shirt at the beach bag, and then hoist Jj of his shoulder, snag Evelyn, and jog down to the water. The cooler and beach bags could wait, he just needed the crying to stop. He felt lucky you had lathered everyone up in sunscreen before leavings because now John could skip that step.

Once at the waters edge John plopped the screaming toddler onto the damp sand and waited for the tide to come in. Sitting down he placed Evelyn on his lap and watched how her big brother rolled around and cried in the sand. As soon as the frigid water collided with Jj he was screaming for another reason. Evelyn immediately stopped her crying as the water came up to just her bottom and gasped.

John’s whole body shook with laughter as his little boy scrambled to his feet after face planting twice and then was chasing after the tide. Lounging back on his hands John enjoyed the sight of Jj running as fast as his little legs would take him away from the cold water rushing in. He let Evelyn splash in the cool water eventually lying back to rest against John and look around. There were a couple of hard falls that didn’t seem to phase the tough little boy as he played tag with the with ocean.

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“Fucking, fuck.” You muttered as your bare feet slipped quickly over the scorching sand and onto the rocks that lined the coast and separated the beach access to the actual shore.

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you tried not to fall as the smooth stones slid against each other. You danced from foot to foot as your eyes searched up and down the coast looking for your lime green umbrella. You knew John would be somewhere near here since you two had agreed to meet to the left of the beautiful white stucco house with a dark green awning.

You quickly made your way down to the shore having caught sight of two umbrellas that could be yours. Trying to be quick you decided to jog lightly down the beach in your tight shorts that barely covered your bottom and fitted black tank top. You felt bad having left John with both children knowing it wasn’t for the faint of heart.

When you were leaving to meet John here you realized you left your one piece in the beach bag and you wouldn’t have a near by place to change. So you stopped at one of the local beach stores and changed out of your long pants and into this $70 ensemble. All the bathing suits in the shop were gawdy bikinis which were not your style but you knew John was already annoyed at your delay. So you snagged the only plain colored one which was yellow and a size too small.

Your little jog down the beach got you to the first lime green umbrella which happened to be where your family was. John was sitting under the shade with Jj across from him as the two of them ate sandwiches. Jj looked so cute matching his daddy with a similar bucket hat only the little boys was sky blue while John’s was his favorite tan you bought him. The toddler was dressed in light blue swim trunks with sharks on them and a dark long sleeve swim shirt. Evelyn was lounged back in a boppy holding her bottle, also having lunch. She was in a cute little teal one piece with a pink fril around the waist and a bright pink bucket hat.

“That’s a new development.” You smiled brightly and pointed at your baby girl who had somehow learned to hold her own bottle over night.

“She didn’t have a choice.” John smiled widely seeing you walk up from the shore in clothes he’d never seen you in before. It was such a relief seeing you. It felt like he was being run ragged and having you here to help was finally making this feel like a vacation.

“MUMMY!” Jj threw his arms in the air, the contents of his sandwich slipping out between the bread and falling onto his paper plate. Seemingly without thinking John picked it up, tilted his head back, and ate the roast beef and cheese in one bite.

“Hello there little man.” You were on your knees and hugging the tiny toddler tightly and kissing him all over. Jj was giggling uncontrollably and pushing you off.

“Mummy’s, so silly!” Turning to look at John Jj playfully rolled his eyes, his entire head joining the motion. He bit into his sandwich and then pulled the bread apart looking for the contents John’s had just sneakily ate.

“That she is. How was it?” John asked patting the spot on the large beach blanket next to him. Jj picked up the plate checking underneath for the rest of his sandwich until he seemingly gave up and ate from the bowl of fruit.

“Fun, Mitch is getting old. Think my dad’s coming to terms this might be the last summer with him.” With a sigh you tried to move those thoughts out of your mind. You just wanted to enjoy the day with your family.

Sitting back on your heels you peeled the new tank top off and then stood to shed yourself of the shorts. John’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull seeing you in that little yellow bikini. It was a thin strapped halter top that didn’t cover your breasts fully but was worse since you were still breast feeding.

Leaning to the side John tried to get a better angle and was dumb struck at the side boob you were sporting. That wasn’t even the most tantalizing part for him. The little bikini bottoms looked a size too small so they didn’t cover your round ass fully and came low in the front. They still covered everything they needed to but not nearly as much as you usually did

A little kids scream caught your attention for a moment so you turned to look and John swore he was about to get a nose bleed from just the sight of your round bottom. You weren’t in a thong or anything but the yellow bottoms covered about half of each cheek and left the crease between your thigh and ass on full display.

“You trying to kill me?” John sputtered out without thinking.

“What?” You asked confused.

“That bikini.” John pointed at your tits when you turned back to look at him.

Looking down you inspected yourself already knowing what you looked like. When you threw it on at the beach shop and looked at yourself in the mirror, you thought you looked good and it was a bit much but you had to be on your way.

“Yeah it’s a size too small but everything else was horrible and this was the only solid color they had.” Tugging at the straps around your neck you jiggled your boobs to see if they’d slip out but they didn’t, which made you smile.

“Stop doing that.” John’s voice sounded a lot more raspy which had you looking up at him.

To your surprise he now had a beach towel covering his lap and his cheeks had turned rosy. He was absolutely mortified to have popped a boner in public because of you and he knew it was going to be extremely noticeable in his swim trunks.

“Lellows, nice.” Jj told you as he fished through the lunch box you had packed.

“At least you still think I’m hot.” You snorted out a laugh at your husband predicament.

“Lunch.” Jj was now patting your thigh and handing you a sandwich.

“I’ll have that in a little. Do you want to go in the water with me?” You squatted down to your son’s level to ask. His head was shaking rapidly and then he was off running towards the shore.

“Wait!” Your stern words had the little boy stopping and tripping forward into the sand.

“Put the sandwich back then we have to get your floaties on.” The sweet orders were immediately followed to John’s surprise.

“Yes mummy mama.” Jj was jogging back.

He threw the sandwich at John and it clapped against his chest then fell to his lap. Watching your husband get hit by a sandwich and then just go to unwrap and eat it made you laugh. Passing by John a little too closely he wound up and smacked your ass hard. You let out a surprised squeak as John never did things like that in public. Before you could scold him you felt a much smaller and sandy hand smack your bottom and let out hiccuping giggles.

“See what you’re teaching him?” You couldn’t decided if you were annoyed or that it was funny Jj had just done that.

John was belly laughing which seemed to only encourage the toddler who tried to do it again. After getting Jj into his bright yellow swim vest you let him run ahead to the water. John said he’d stay back and watch Evelyn while she slept so you could enjoy some sunshine.

“I’ll be in the water.” You smiled wickedly at John, whose eyes were looking at everything but your own, mainly your tits.

“I’ll be watching. Probably too closely.” The joke had you smugly laughing as you chased after your son. John’s eyes were fixed on the way your ass moved as you ran and then he was wondering how good you tits must look while they bounced.

“Your mums going to be the death of me.” John spoke softly to his six month old who was now sleeping in the boppy. Leaning over he grabbed the empty bottle and chucked it into the diaper bag.

That’s when the sound of someone whistling loudly caught John’s attention. Looking over he saw the group of college aged boys gawking at you. Some were laughing and drinking their beers while they sat back in their chairs and took in the sight of you while two others looked to be making their way down to the shore. John instantly felt his blood pressure begin to spike. Glancing over to his left the crowd of older couples also seemed to have noticed you which was horrifying to John. One older woman caught eyes with him and smiled.

“I remembered when I use to look like that.” She called over, pointing at you.

“Me too!” It had to be her husband who made the joke that had everyone in their group laughing. The comment was unexpected and unwanted from John’s perspective. He was of the mind that people should mind their own business.

“Enjoy it while it lasts sunny, you’re a lucky man!” Another called. The way John was waved off was probably due to the angry look he was casting in their direction.

“Yeah, thank you.” John spoke back awkwardly and waved, hoping they would leave him alone.

“Oh your British!” One chortled but John chose to ignore them as he carefully watched the two college boys in the water, making sure they didn’t approach you and your son. He could hear the older group singing ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy’ which pissed him off but he ignored it.

John watched you like a hawk as Evelyn slept next to him. You were swimming around with Jj in your arms, tossing him in the water. It was nice seeing you enjoy the summer day with your son as you spent almost a half hour in the water. The two college student continued to float closer and closer to you and before John knew it one had struck up a conversation. You smiled politely and swam off with your little boy in your arms until you were getting out of the water and heading back. It was hard to enjoy the view of your skimpy bikini as you walked up the beach towards John with your son on your hip. He could see the boys in the water now turned and watching you walk away.

“They bothering you?” It was obvious John was pissed off by his tone alone. Giving him a sweet smile you tried to lighten him up with your own good mood.

“Not really, just being weird.” You shrugged it off as you finally made it to your umbrella.

“How?” It was practically demanded as if John were interrogating you, but you simply sighed happily and continued on.

“Asked if I was your nanny and when I’d be off work. Then followed it up with inviting me to some house party.” Again you tried to play it off as something no one needed to worry about.

“Nanny!? What kind of nanny wears. . . that.” John sounded exasperated as he gestured to your two piece. They had to be joking. John felt it was clear as day you were his wife here with him and your children.

“Mummy said fuck.” Jj interjected.

“Don’t say that.” You corrected before placing the two year old back on his feet. He seemingly didn’t care what you and John were talking about and went to go play with his toys in the sand.

“You said fuck?” John’s asked still looking angry.

“Told them to fuck off and leave me alone or they’ll be dealing with you.” You spoke sweetly. Kneeling in front of your husband you took his face in your delicate hands and kissed his lips.

“Yeah? I’m about ready to bury the lot of them.” Mumbled words were hardly above a whisper as John leaned in, a silent way of him asking you to kiss him again.

His scowl was softening peck after peck and until finally a small smile broke out across his lips. Something about you threatening other people by saying John would handle it made his ego boost and chest puff out. Of course he’d defended you in anyway you needed and he’d beat the living daylights out of anyone who bothered you; if only you let him.

“I love you.” You whispered, taking one of John’s hands from his lap and placing it on your back just above your ass.

The other landed on your hip and you hugged him around the neck. It felt wonderful to push your chest against John’s wiry one and you knew he loved it. Part of you was fantasizing about what it would feel like later on to have his sweaty hairy chest rubbing against your back. Glancing over your shoulder John watched as some of the college boys were looking over at you two. It was clear they were all jealous that you were all over him.

“You look so sexy, John. I can’t wait for tonight.” The whispered words snapped John’s attention back to you. It was obvious to him with that yearning look in your eyes, as you pressed your forehead to his, he was having a very similar effect on you that you had on him.

“Hm, are you?” John questioned playfully.

“Yes, so bad I’ll make sure to keep this on until you’re ready to take it off me.” You purred smiling widely when he pinched your bottom.

“Good, I cant wait to get you out of it when we get back. I’ll have to inspect the tan lines.” John mumbled, eyes looking down at your tits and smiling devilishly.

“Maybe you could give me a rub down with some lotion?” Placing one last kiss to your handsome man’s cheek you sat back, slipping from his strong arms.

“Oh, absolutely. Anything to get my hands on you.” It was nice having John’s flirty side instead of his pissy mood from moments ago. He leaned forward and lightly swatted the side of your ass before turning his attention back to your son.

“Don’t eat sand!” John spoke gruffly. Looking over your shoulder you could see a fist full of sand just at Jj’s mouth before his finger uncurled and it cascaded to the ground.

“If you’re hungry come have some grapes.” You waved him over but the little boy went back to playing.

“Why’d they even approach you?” John finally asked what had been on his mind. He hated that it was so easy for other men to approach you on the beach of all places. It was hard to keep himself from checking over at the college boys who seemed to still be eyeing you two.

“It’s the US John we actually talk to each other instead of pretending like no one exists around us.” You looked at him as if he were dumb but you knew American etiquette made him uncomfortable. Jj was standing and started to run towards the water again. You were quick to your feet chasing after him and snatching him up into your arms. He giggled wildly as you brought him back.

“Mummy! Down.” Jj whined and you placed him back on his feet. He went right back to the little hole he had dug.

“You look that good with kids that young?” The older woman from before called over to you.

“Surprising, right!?” You gleefully joked back taking the compliment well. John would be mortified to have a stranger complimenting his appearance. It made him uncomfortable to hear strangers commenting on yours.

“What’s your secret?” Another woman from the group asked. They were all in their 70s and up so it was just playful banter to you.

“A traumatic labour.” You said with a laugh. The morbid joke had John’s lips pressing into a firm line but it seemed to go over well with the women of that group.

“Oh been there sweetie!”

“My second time I swear I was skin and bones after that hospital stay.” The women of the group instantly started to go on about their own experiences with child birth and you went back to your family. You grabbed the lunch box from the cooler and dropped it next to where you were going to sit.

“What are you doing.” John hissed at you.

“Joking around.” You kneeled down beside him and opened up the lunchbox you packed. Pulling out a sandwich and grapes you sat criss cross and started to get ready to eat your lunch.

“You shouldn’t joke about that. You almost died.” It clearly got under your husband’s skin to mention the traumatic events that having Evelyn left you with in such a nonchalant manner.

“I know, I was there.” You snapped back in an equally hushed tone. Taking a bite of your sandwich you wished John would stop being grumpy at long last.

“I feel like I’m going mad.” It was clear how horrified John was whenever dealing with people in America. In typical fashion he wanted to be left alone and practically walk through life invisible to those around him.

“Well good thing we live in the UK or I think you’d wind up murdering someone here.” The jab normally would be intended as a joke but it was pointed due to John’s short fuse.

“Yes, some woman asked me if I did anything fun this weekend when I stopped to get coffee.” The retort was filled with frustration and loathing for what was considered basic manners here.

“Oh my god, how dare she.” You gasped sarcastically.

“It’s sickening to not be able to go on with my day without being asked how I’m doing ten bloody times by people I don’t know.” John was getting worked up again and it was starting to frustrate you and turn your own mood sour.

“You need to lighten up.” You snapped. Then thinking to yourself maybe you should also be lightening up and allowing John to complain and vent. He had been a good sport about you being late and how he was left on his own with the kids. It was only now that people were intruding on your personal time that he was getting upset.

Your harsh tone was interrupted by the sound of music blasting from the group of college boys next to you. The song ‘Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini’ started to play for everyone in the surrounding area to hear. The older group of men and women started hollering with laughter while the college boys sang along obnoxiously loud and started to dance. You were surprised they even knew a song this old to begin with.

“Not lightening up with that playing. I’m going to smash their bloody speaker.” John moved to get up but you threw yourself on to him, knocking him off balance. The two of you tumbled onto the beach mat as you hugged him tightly around his waist so he couldn’t get up.

You had to admit the song was obnoxious and the guys playing it were assholes. You could also admit it was pretty damn funny, especially seeing the older crowd dance in their seats. But you needed to save your husband from a murder charge so you clung on to him.

“Let go.” John barked at you.

“No.” You spoke indignantly.

“Let go!” John said with a bit more force.

“It’s not even about me.” You tried to reason.

“And how’d you make that out?” Anger was seeping from your husband’s words and you held on tighter when he tried to pry you off.

“My bikini doesn’t have polkadots.” Your response had John scoffing.

“Piggy pile!” Jj’s sweet voice rang through the summer air.

John was lying back on one elbows with you attached to him at the waist. His other hand was trying to get you off of him so he could go destroy those boys speaker and then murder them one by one. Being distracted he couldn’t stop the two year old jumping with all his weight into John’s chest. The force knocked the wind out of him while Jjs knees collided with John’s crotch, crushing his balls and forcing John’s arms to give out.

“Gah-“ John sucked in a choked and pained breath.

Jj and you were now laying on top of a very stunned John, all he could see was the bright green umbrella above him. It was like all the air was sucked out of him and the worst pain lit his body up like a Christmas tree. He couldn’t get himself to move from how much his balls hurt and the fact he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him by a two year old. Men bigger than him were incapable of taking him down in combat but here John was, incapacitated by a toddler.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Scrambling to your feet you picked up the giggly toddler who now had his knees digging into John’s stomach and plopped him on his bum next to his sister.

“Here.” You got your phone out quickly and threw on some show you had saved which instantly hypnotized your son.

John was lying flat on his back, legs bent, arm thrown over his eyes and the other hand holding his crotch. He was lightly groaning and massaging his extremely sore crotch.

“You alright.” You lightly shook your husbands toned shoulder but got no response.

“John?” You sounded worried.

“Get them to shut the bloody song off.” Was all he spoke, sounding pained and pissed off.

Getting up from your spot you quickly darted over to the college students who looked excited to see you walking their way. If this song didn’t end you knew John was going to absolutely lose it once he was able to move again.

“Hey, assholes! Knock it off!” You shouted. Half of them looked shocked and apologetic while a few were still laughing.

“We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah and you’ll have a lot more when I tell the lifeguard you’re all underage.” You hissed, pointing at their cooler of beer. You weren’t even sure they were underage, it was a shot in the dark.

“Okay, okay, we’ll turn it down.” One tried to reason with you.

“Off.” You corrected. The music was quickly turned off and you huffed out an annoyed sigh and went back to your family.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re hotter pissed off?” One called.

“Yeah, my husband, who’ll be over there if you don’t cut the shit.” You shot back, which seemed to shut them up. They had noticed how jacked and huge the man they were hoping wasn’t your husband was.

“Okay, I’m back.” You said a bit out of breath. John hadn’t moved an inch and neither had your son. Evelyn on the other hand had rolled out of the boppy and was screaming. The music had startled her awake which only made you hate those boys more. Sitting down next to John’s head you grabbed your daughter and without thinking began to nurse her.

“Your tits are going to get me killed today.” John mumbled. You looked over to see him lying down flat as if he had been shot and staring at your breasts.

“I’m feeding her, stop being gross.” You muttered.

“Yeah, it’s normal to me. But not to them.” John gestured to the gawking looks you were getting from the young men at seeing you exposed.

“First time seeing a boob, virgins!?” You called out making them all seem embarrassed and avoid looking over at you again. The older couples cheered you on going as far as calling the college kids ‘little boys.’ Some of the women tried to comfort you and told you to feed your baby and ignore them.

“I hate America.” John muttered staring up at the green umbrella, body still recovering from the double blows he took.

“I know.” You cooed, pulling his hat off and running your fingers through his hair to scratch his scalp.

“Can we go home?”

“Soon, and we can go back to ignoring everyone around us.”

“Thank god.”

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Worst Mob Boss Ever: Mafia!Harry One Shot

Part 2: Here

Pairing: Mafia!harry x Rowland!reader

CW: Language, slight mentions of threats of violence

A/N: I got hella inspired by this post, the accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss one and this is where my mind took it. I wrote this in one sitting sorry if it’s shit I had to get it out of my head!

Summary: Harry gets into the wrong car when your brother Mitch picks you up from work and you just want to go to book club✨

Harry let’s out an annoyed sigh as he reaches over to grab his suit jacket, giving the man behind the coat check a tip before he looks down at the watch on his wrist. In all the years he’s worked for him, Harry can’t remember a time when David has ever been late to pick him up from his Monday lunch meeting. After putting his jacket on he quickly reaches in one of the pockets for his sunglasses before stepping outside the restaurant, Eric the head of his security detail already standing outside waiting for him.

“He got held up at the red light the construction on the new apartment complex down the block it’s causing some issues.” Eric informs Harry as the two men walk down the short staircase in front of the restaurant. Harry just nods as he slides his sunglasses on, Eric stands to his right and looks around to see if he can spot the black suburban anywhere.

“You’re looking to the left and to the right when the car is right in front of you.” Harry snaps harshly as a big black suv pulls up in front of the restaurant. Eric quirks a brow when he notices a disco ball hanging from the rearview mirror, he takes a step to the side to try to get a glimpse of the license plate. “Why do I even keep you around?” Harry questions mostly to himself but he says it loud enough Eric can hear him as he takes a step towards the car.

“Wait boss that’s not-” before Eric can do anything Harry is already climbing into the suv and shutting the door. Eric watches in horror as the suv begins to drive off and all he can do is reach into his back pocket for his phone and begin making a few phone calls as the head of one of the most powerful families in New York disappears around the corner.

Harry doesn’t hear what Eric says as he sits down and gets comfortable in the leather seat and lets out a sigh as he brings a hand up to take his sunglasses off and place them back in his jacket pocket. That’s when Harry notices a pink fuzzy pair of what he can only describe as slippers next to a bright purple backpack on the seat next to him. Now if he was a normal person this is when he would probably begin to either panic or get anxious because Harry doesn’t own any fuzzy slippers nor does he own a purple backpack, but Harry isn’t exactly built to panic so he just reaches over and picks up the backpack and brings it over to sit in his lap. He opens it up and rolls his eyes when the first thing he sees is a romance novel with a book mark half way through it, he reaches in and moves a few things around and finds it’s just mostly filled with clothes but then he spots a wallet. He picks the wallet up and to his surprise when he opens it all he finds is a library card with “Rowland” written on the back making him assume that’s the card holder’s last name and some cash, he finds it a bit odd because he wasn’t aware people even still used library cards anymore. He lets out a disapproving tsk when he doesn’t find any form of identification having hoped he would at least find out whose car he was in.

“Who the fuck are you?” A loud startled voice causes Harry’s gaze to move from the tacky silver glittery wallet in his hands to the man in the driver’s seat that’s turning to glare at Harry over the console that sits between the two front seats.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well I asked you first so…who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Harry Styles.”

“Cool so what the hell are you doing in my sister’s car?” Harry looks at the wallet in his hand and then to the slippers in the seat next to him and nods his head upon learning these items don’t belong to the long haired man driving the vehicle but possibly his sister, not that he’s one to judge but the slippers are god awful no matter who’s wearing them.

“Why did you stop in front of me in the valet line?” Harry questions as he looks out the window and notices they are parked in what just looks to be the back of the restaurant he was just inside of.

“I stopped because that’s what you do when the car in front of you stops. What did you want me to do? Ram into them? It’s basic driving manners you dick. Now get the fuck-”

“Oh thank god that shift is over it was hell in there.” The door beside Harry opens briefly as a jacket and apron are roughly tossed on top of him before the door is slammed shut. He feels his jaw clench slightly as he tosses the items to the seat next to him making them land on the slippers before sliding to the floor. The man in the driver’s seat turns his attention away from Harry as the passenger door opens so who Harry can only assume is the man’s sister can climb inside.

“What’s with the face? Mitch are you-”

“So your name is Mitch?” You slowly turn your head to face the backseat as Harry’s deep voice fills yours ears, it’s one you’ve heard many times seeing as he’s a regular at your job having a set reservation for every Monday at noon with four other guests.

“Uh Mitch why is Harry Styles in my backseat?” Your eyes meet Harry’s and for a moment he feels the corners of his mouth twitch as if he wants to smile but he fights it. Your eyes travel down to the wallet in his hands and the backpack that’s open and sitting in his lap and without thinking you turn your body so you can reach into the back seat and snatch the wallet from his hands with a glare.

“Where are your manners? Why are you going through my stuff? Are you some kind of weirdo?” You fire off questions as you close your wallet back up before reaching for your backpack and pulling it to sit in the front with you by your feet.

“You know this guy?”

“I don’t know him like we’re friends I just know his name and that he eats here every Monday.”

“I don’t eat here I just have a meeting here every Monday. The food here is-”

“Why are you still in the car? Just get out.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Harry watches you and Mitch both turn to look at him with raised brows making him let out a sigh. “If I get out of this car without informing my guys that you’re not a threat then the moment you drive on any open road I’m afraid it’ll only be a matter of hours before I hear about how your car is now a flaming heap of metal on the side of the road.” He explains calmly as he reaches down for your jacket that fell off the seat and places it neatly on top of your slippers.

“Listen the only threat in this car seems to be you and I’m sorry did you say-”

“Flaming heap of metal? Like what you’re-you’re going to blow my car up? You can’t just blow up people’s cars that’s so rude.”

“I can. Because I have. Many times.”

“Dude I’m gonna have to ask you again. Who the fuck are you?” Harry glares at Mitch because he hates repeating himself as you let out a sigh of frustration while running a hand over your face. Harry takes a moment to consider how much he should actually divulge about who he is but when he looks over at the pink fuzzy slippers, he decides that since he now knows your last name and where you work he can subtly keep tabs on you so if he ever needs to pay you a little visit you won’t be hard to find, so what he says next doesn’t seem risky at least not to him.

“I’m Harry Styles the current head of the Styles family and before you ask-”

“Say no more man. You said you’re head of a family that has to mean mafia and I’ve seen the god father so I don’t need the run down on how your little family works.” You look at your brother with wide eyes as he talks a mile a minute and runs his hands through his hair as an attempt to calm himself down and Harry has to hold back a chuckle because so far he was having a pretty shitty day and oddly enough ending up in the wrong car with the two of you has slightly begun to turn it around.

“You’ve got to be the worst mob boss ever then because how did you even end up in my car? Don’t you have security or something?” Mitch shoots you a glare as you turn to look at Harry who can only shrug because honestly this was all his own doing since Eric did seem like he was trying to warn him before he got into the car.

“I thought he was my driver because he stopped right in front of me in the valet line outside the restaurant.” Harry answers honestly making you roll your eyes, an action Harry usually doesn’t tolerate when it’s directed at him but for some reason watching you do it makes him smirk at how annoyed you are.

“Oh right because every black suburban must be for you is that it? That’s so narcissistic of you.”

“Please stop insulting the mob boss in the backseat.” Mitch mumbles as he reaches over and gives your shoulder a light shove, you just smack his hand away and let out a huff as you go back to facing the front.

“I’m sorry but he’s ruining my plans.” You inform your brother who then turns to look at Harry.

“So can you call your dudes and tell them we aren’t a threat so you can get out of the car?” Mitch asks as nicely as possible and Harry licks his lips before giving Mitch a small smile because he knows the long haired man isn’t going to like his answer.

“I can’t do that.” Mitch lets out a groan as Harry runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t have my phone. Phones aren’t allowed at family meetings.” He explains as you lean your head back so it’s resting on the headrest and close your eyes and take a few calming breaths. Harry seeming to be so unbothered by the whole situation has you on the verge of causing a full on scene in the back parking lot of your work because you just got off a hellacious shift and all you want to do is go to your book club and change into your comfy clothes with a glass of wine while taking about the steamy scenes of the romance novel in your backpack.

“See what I’m saying? Worst mob boss ever. He doesn’t even have his phone.” Harry can’t help but laugh and that seems to not be a reaction you find acceptable because all of a sudden your glaring at him and Mitch is looking at Harry through the rearview mirror with an apologetic expression on his face because he knows his sister is about to let him have it. “Listen Mr. Mob Boss I have plans tonight. I’m only off nights one day a week and that’s Monday when I work the morning and lunch rush and tonight is book club and if you get in the way of that then I might actually become a real threat to your safety so if you refuse to get out of my car then fine how about I get out? Because-”

“If you get out of this car I will not be able to protect you from the men inside that truck over there.” While Harry is impressed with your willingness to stand up to him and even borderline threaten him, he knows you have no actual clue who you’re dealing with in terms of what lengths his men will go to in order to get him back. You watch as he motions to a black truck that’s parked near a beat up minivan a few cars over from yours in lot, the windows are blacked out and you know it wasn’t there when you left through the back of the restaurant just ten minutes ago.

“How do we fix this if you don’t have a phone and no one can get out of the car? We can’t just sit in here forever.” You argue as Mitch just rests his forehead on the steering wheel with a huff officially hitting his limit and letting this be his sign that he’s giving up.

“Let me see your phone.”

“Let me hear some manners. Even the worst mob boss ever needs to have manners.”

“May I please borrow your phone-wait I still don’t even know your name.” Harry states as he quirks a brow at you and he can’t help but smile when you tell him your name with a roll of your eyes as you hand him your phone.

“But just type in the number and I’ll do the talking because I really don’t have time for any beating around the bush okay?” Mitch sits up as Harry begins typing in Eric’s phone number and he can’t help but wonder how this conversation is going to go because he’s not even sure if his head of security will answer or not since your number won’t be one of his contacts.

“His name is Eric and-”

“Hello? Eric? Hi yes I have your mob boss in my backseat and I need you to come get him please—what? No I didn’t kidnap him he’s the one who got into my car on his own—Uh excuse me sir do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Yes I’m being serious I have things to do and he’s got to go so come fucking get him—no no no I do not have any demands besides for you to come get him from my backseat!—He’s not the one being held hostage! I am! He won’t leave my car and I have book club!—what? Signs of life? What like you think I killed him in my backseat? Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of floorboards of a car? As if I’d murder someone in my own car-” Harry has to admit he is very entertained and only a little shocked at how you’re speaking to Eric over the phone, given how you just kinda threatened him only a few moments ago but he can only imagine what his security is saying to you because your cheeks are turning red and he can tell you are slowly beginning to reach the end of your patience. That’s when he decides he needs to step in as he reaches over and gives you a small smile before he gently takes the phone out of your hand and puts it up to his ear.

“Eric.” Harry hears the other end go quiet for a moment before he hears a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank fuck I thought she was some seriously sick and twisted psycho or someone one of the-”

“I’m fine. I’ll be home later. Do not follow or mess with this car do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“And no one is to touch them. Ever. Understood?” Harry isn’t dumb, he knows he has to pick his words wisely or Eric will “accidentally” do something to one or possibly both of you and use the excuse that Harry didn’t say he wasn’t allowed to hurt the people in the car just that he wasn’t allowed to mess with the car. He also knows that with the amount of time this car has been sitting in this back parking lot one of the men in that truck have gotten all the information they need on you from your licenses plate.

“Understood.” And with that Harry hangs up and hands you back your phone.

“We can go to book club now.” Mitch doesn’t hesitate to put the car in drive and begin to leave the parking lot, noticing a few ominous looking black trucks are also parked in front of the restaurant as well. “Don’t worry they won’t do anything.” Harry says in an attempt to sound reassuring when he sees Mitch look a little nervous when the truck from the back parking lot pulls up next to them at a red light.

“We can go to book club? You’re not invited.” You explain once Mitch is further down the road and the truck has turned off a side road letting Mitch feel a wave of relief wash over him as he loosens his grip on the wheel.

“Even if I’ve read the book?” He asks making you raise an eyebrow as you twist around in your seat to look at him. Harry just chuckles as he clasps his hands together in his lap, twisting his S ring around a few times. “The Hating Game right? That’s the book in your backpack? It’s not the best but it’s not the worst the movie is horrible but the banter is-”

“You read romance novels?” Harry just shrugs as he looks down at his hands. “You read smut instead of horror or like crime novels? How lame.” He smiles at your teasing and he feels like for as long as he’s in the backseat of your car he can just be the guy who reads romance novels, doesn’t keep his phone on him, gets into cars just because they look like the one his driver usually picks him up in and most importantly he can just be the guy who thinks the girl in the passenger seat is cute especially when she’s annoyed with him. Or to put it simply when he’s around you, Harry feels like he’s okay with being the worst mob boss ever.

[antiquitea]

I AM THREE DAYS OUT FROM THESE PHOTOS BEING TAKEN AND I STILL CAN'T QUITE BELIEVE THIS NIGHT HAPPENED.

(please do not repost my photos)

so!! i had the pleasure of seeing atta boy in toronto on october 22 and it was amazing in every conceivable way. they opened for richy mitch & the coal miners.

as i was waiting outside, i was mostly texting mr. megan; his work day had just ended so he was catching me up. i was first in the outside line (the venue is also a bar so there was a small inside line as well), so i was a couple of feet away from the security guard. i saw this guy walk up to them in the peripheral of my vision, but didn't think anything of it. just someone asking if it was the line for the gig or saying that they just wanted to get a beer.

the blue carhartt pants should've given it away.

i was so close to lewis that i could've reached out and touched him. and i definitely stood there for a moment just like 😲 as i watched him go inside the bar. he was wearing a blue cap, a red shirt, and of course those blue carhartt pants.

when i got into the horseshoe tavern i did the usual wandering i do at a gig. grabbed a beer, scoped out the stage, and checked out the merch table. atta boy merch wasn't being sold yet, so i was just having my beer and walking around.

and then ... i saw lewis sitting at the back of the venue in a booth by himself, having a beer and on his phone (like texting or something). there was a part of me that said "megan, don't bother him. he goes on in an hour and probably just wants to chill." but another part of me thought "if he doesn't want to be bothered or if the vibes are off you can just fuck off. no big. no hard feelings."

well!

i wandered over, and was midway through saying, "excuse me, lewis? could i bother you for a moment?" and he was already looking up at me and gesturing to the chair next to him. "yes, of course you can bother me!" he said.

(some paraphrasing is ultimately imminent)

i sat down next to him and said something along the lines of how i really loved and appreciated all of his art - his acting, his music - and thanked him so much for sharing that with us. i told him that i wasn't going to get into the details, but that the last year was really shitty for me and that his art helped me a lot, and brought me a lot of comfort. his face lit up and he said, "oh my god, that's so sweet. that's so kind. that's why i do this! thank you!"

then he asked me my name, and proceeded to keep saying it throughout our conversation (at one point i said "okay, you need to stop saying my name so much because you're giving me butterflies" and he laughed). he then asked if i "lived around here" and i told him that no, i lived in halifax.

"halifax? that's far!"

i told him that yes it was 😂 but that i really wanted to see his band, so i'd flown in earlier in the day, and that it was totally worth the trip! "it means so so much to me that you would travel all that way to come see us! really, that's so sweet! thank you!"

i asked if he would be cool taking a couple of selfies and he was already taking his cap off, and he said that it was absolutely cool! he mentioned that it was kinda dark so we might have to use flash. i told him that flash and i weren't great friends (i blink a lot and get pretty shiny), and he laughed. we got a couple of really good photos! (the first one up above).

i told him about my bestie @wildbornsiren, who wanted to be there so badly and couldn't make it, and asked if he would be cool saying hi to her? lewis said he was down with that, and we recorded a sweet little video for her where he said hi to her.

lewis then said to me, "you know, when i think of halifax i think of stan rogers." rogers was a popular folk artist from the area, and while he's a big name, i was kinda surprised that lewis knew who he was! not to flex, but based on his spotify playlists we have similar tastes in music so i shouldn't have been that shocked.

i said that i "fuckin' love stan rogers!" and we talked about him and his music for a little bit. after gushing over our mutual love of stan rogers, i said, "if you like stan rogers and his type of music, you should really check out joel plaskett. he's from the area too, plays music in a similar style as stan, super prolific - highly recommend!"

i had to spell joel's last name a couple of times for him (the bar was kinda loud), but he may or may not be a joel plaskett fan now, who's to say!

i thanked him again for taking the time to chat with me, and he shook my hand and said, "hey, if the selfies didn't turn out come find me after the show and we can take some more." to which i replied, "i will!"

then lewis added, "i really hope i can see you after the show!"

we parted ways, and i found my place in front of the stage, a little off to the side. the place was packed! i'd actually never heard of richy mitch & the coal miners until atta boy announced that they were touring with them, and i had no idea they were kind of a big name because the place was filling up fast!

atta boy's set was amazing! of course i wish it had been longer, but they played a bunch of my faves so i was absolutely thrilled by that. poor eden was just getting over a cold, so her voice was a little strained at times, but she still did fantastic! the rest of the crowd was absolutely in love with them. if they weren't fans before the gig, i'm pretty sure they left as such.

(i posted some photos of lewis specifically here)

after their set i went to the merch table that dashel was working and bought a hoodie. we chatted for a little bit, i told them that the set was fantastic and thanked them so much. they thanked me for coming and said that they hoped i had a great rest of my night. 😊

during richy mitch & the coal miners' set, i went up to the bar to get another drink, only to see the bartender already heineken for me haha! it's so nice to be seen. lewis was also at the bar, but like three or four people away from me. but he glanced over, saw me, came over, and said "hey megan!"

i am dying from glee. "hey lewis!"

he propped his arm against the bar and leaned against it, and asked, with this big fuckin' grin on his face, "what did you think of the set? was it worth coming out to toronto for?"

i am flabbergasted that a) this was happening, and b) that he genuinely seemed interested. i said, "oh my god it was so good. i enjoyed it so much. it was such an honour to see y'all live."

he told me that i was so sweet, and then asked, "how did the selfies turn out?"

i replied, "pretty good! i have t-rex kinda arms, so sometimes it's difficult for me to get people who are taller than me in frame. but they're great!"

lewis laughed and then looked at his own arms. "i have t-rex arms too."

i laughed and said, "oh, no you don't!" NOT EVEN THINKING i reached out and touched his arm. MEGAN. DO NOT FLIRT WITH LEWIS PULLMAN. YOU ARE IN DANGER, GIRL.

he was laughing and said, "well, i'll take them!" he grabbed my phone, and asked "do we want flash or do we not want flash?"

"no flash. it's kind of my enemy because i get really shiny."

he took a couple of pictures and there was flash, and was like "wait ... we didn't want flash." so together, while he was holding my phone, we were pressing my screen together trying to figure out how to turn it off. our hands kept touching and i was... really trying not to spontaneously combust.

(hiding my face in this one because i'm not a fan of it, but his is darling)

after he handed my phone back to me, he said, "let's see how they turned out!"

i was scrolling through them and he leaned over and said, "oh these are really good!" i landed on the one above and he chuckled and said, "i really like that one!"

i don't like my face in it, but i'm laughing and clearly so so happy, and said, "you know what? i like that one too."

i asked if he would mind signing something for me, and he said that he didn't mind at all, that he'd love to sign something for me. he was putting his ballcap on (because he's such a gentleman who took his hat off for our pictures), and it was a little askew when he asked "do you have a pen?"

gonna need this dude to stop being so darling.

i did, and pulled out some bar napkins i'd stuffed in my purse earlier and asked if this was good. lewis laughed a little and nodded saying that a napkin was great.

i was just expecting a signature, so as he's writing this little novella above it, i'm like "oh my god, you don't have to do this." and he kinda giggled like it was some kind of big secret. "what are you writing, you sweet man?" i asked, and he giggled again!!

lewis handed me the bar napkin and i gave it a quick read and said, "thank you so much. this is so sweet!"

he leaned against the bar again for a moment and said, "it so means the world to me that you travelled all that way to come see us, and that you had a good time."

and then, before i'm truly aware of what's happening, he leaned in (and crouched because i'm a full foot shorter than he is), and wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me so close to him and squeezed, rubbed my back. and again thanked me so much for coming out, meant the world, made his night.

y'all. getting a hug from lewis pullman may have cured my depression. like it was an actual hug.

i, on the verge of flying into space from joy, thanked him again for everything that night, and he said, "you are so welcome! i hope i can see you again!"

LEWIS WHAT ARE WE.

i, very drunk on elation and a little drunk on beer, blew him a kiss, and he smiled and put his hands over his heart. i floated away back into the crowd, and tried to not just scream with happiness.

and that, my friends, is how lewis pullman damn near killed me.

[simplybishova]

city of devils - chapter three

“You sure you’re okay?”

Standing at the counter of Dantoni’s pizza, Kate sees her reflection in the mirror behind the counter - a bruise forming around her nose and bloody tissues shoved up both nostrils. “Never better, Mitch.”

He grimaces as he looks at her again, then sighs, “Pepperoni?”

Kate nods, “light on the sauce, yeah?”

“Right,” he turns and starts to make her pizza as Kate finds a table to sit at. The restaurant is mostly empty, it’s nearly two in the morning. Kate takes off her ruined blazer and balls it up under her seat. Her nose fucking hurts, a lot, and her ego is a little bruised that some tiny girl with a stupid mask and goggles beat the shit out of her, but at least she managed to save Daredevil’s ass.

Now he’ll owe her one and Kate can and will find the perfect opportunity to cash it in.

Her nose isn’t broken, but holy hell it hurts. She pulls the tissues out, not as painted red as the previous ones which is a relief. She picks up the metal napkin dispenser on the table and checks herself a little closer than the messy mirror behind the counter.

She looks…well she looks like shit. Eyeliner smeared, blood on her lips and down her chin, the bruise really is a deep purple and not really her favorite shade of it.

“Here,” she looks over as Mitch holds out a warm rag in her direction. “Pizza’s cooking,” she takes the rag and dabs at her chin.

“Thanks,” she sighs and enjoys the way the cool rag feels on her skin. Mitch and this place are on her route for Fisk, but they’re one of her better clients - always on time with their payments, even adding a little extra from a time Maya and Kate shut down a rival when he went to Fisk directly for help.

It wasn't exactly Kate’s proudest moment, destroying a new business that was just trying to get its footing in a new city - but she is who she is and works for who she works for.

Right now, she’s glad for it as her pizza comes to the table and what little she can smell is amazing.

Kate eats almost all of it, she’s starving and exhausted.

But she did the job, she has the data and already sent it to Kazi who will handle the rest. It’s fine…except it’s not.

Because she knows it’s bad, Fisk can sugarcoat it as ‘knowing the key players’ all he wants but Kate isn’t stupid. He’s sorting out targets. Trying to find who he can put in his pocket and who needs to be removed.

Kate should know, the only reason she’s alive right now is because her mom chose the pocket.

She doesn’t want to go there again, not tonight. She’s just had her ass kicked and her sleep schedule is gonna be fucked so why dig into old wounds.

CONT ON AO3

[redroomreflections]

Hotel California | Track 13: Part Of Your World

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha Romanoff, frontwoman of the punk rock band Velvet Rebellion, falls hard for a woman she believes is too good for her. Their intense relationship unfolds in the chaotic world of rock 'n' roll, where they struggle to balance fame, personal demons, and their undeniable passion for each other.

W/c: 8.4k

Chapter 13/18

Masterlist | General Masterlist

Note: This was unnecessarily long.

Themes: love, fame, sex, drugs

The sun was setting below the city horizon when she called for a group meeting. Natasha paced in front of the rest of the band, her eyes scanning the notes on her phone. They were gathered in Tony's Malibu mansion, where the final preparations for the upcoming tour occurred in a flurry of activity. The energy in the room was tense, a mixture of excitement and exhaustion that only came in the final stretch before a major event.

“So, just to recap,” Natasha began, her voice steady but carrying a certain edge of anticipation, “we’re hitting a few smaller cities after the big shows in New York and LA. We need to ensure everything is in place, especially for the merch and the opening acts. I don’t want any last-minute hiccups.”

"You got it, Captain," Tony nodded as he cracked open a Miller lite. He sipped it loudly, grinning as Natasha rolled her eyes. "The merch is all ready. I saw some pretty cool T-shirts with my face on them. I think I look snazzy."

"You're such a narcissist, Tony," Steve snorted, shaking his head. He looked back at Natasha, giving her a nod. "Why aren't we going over this with Mitch?"

"Mitch is busy," Natasha shrugged. "I figured a group session without her expertise would be great."

"Oh," Steve blinked. "We’re good on the setlist, right?"

“Yeah, the setlist is solid,” Natasha answered. “But we need to tighten up a few transitions—especially that acoustic intro with Wanda’s solo. Let’s make sure we get through it a couple more times before the first show. We don’t want it to drag on, and we don’t want it to feel rushed either.”

"I've been working on that part; I'll have it down before you know it," Wanda grinned, leaning against the back of the couch.

"That's what I like to hear," Natasha smirked, returning to the phone. "We're doing a photo shoot with a magazine the day before the first show, so make sure you're in the city by then. But if anyone needs a break from the spotlight, just let me know. We can always switch things up. Any questions?"

"What about the hotel situation?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hotel situation?" Natasha repeated, looking at Bucky. "What hotel situation?"

"Where we're staying," Bucky explained, rolling his eyes. "I hope it's nice. The last time I was in a shitty motel, I came down with a fungus."

"Oh, fuck, that was bad," Tony gagged.

"Our budget is a bit bigger this time, " Wanda said. "We have a tour bus for most of the U.S. Keeping in touch with our roots. Though for the venues with double nights, we have suites booked."

"I don't know why you all like to pretend I'm not rich," Tony shrugged. "I can cover any hotel bills we might incur."

"Thanks, but we don't need your money," Steve smirked, his tone a tad condescending.

"Hey, it's not charity, okay? It's not my fault I'm better than you," Tony replied, his gaze meeting Steve's.

"We're not arguing about this again," Natasha said, pointing at both men. "I don't have the energy, and we don't have the time. We'll talk about hotels later."

"I was just wondering," Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.

"You don't have to worry, Buck," Steve smiled. "This will be the biggest tour the band has ever done, and I'm sure the hotels will be great."

"You guys can have a whole room if you want," Natasha said.

"I like the sound of that," Tony nodded.

Natasha exhaled, her shoulders loosening slightly as she stood at the head of the coffee table. "Okay, that’s most of it. I think we’re in a good place. We just need to keep the momentum going and stay focused. Remember, we’ve got a long haul ahead. But we can do it."

"Can we talk about other things?" Tony asked with a smirk.

"Sure," Natasha nodded.

"Who's gonna hook up with who first?"

"Tony," Steve sighed.

"What?" Tony scoffed. "C'mon, it's not a bad question."

"No, I don't think so," Steve argued.

"It's an important question," Tony pressed. "We can't have people getting weird and emotional."

"Well, considering three out of five of us are taken," Natasha rolled her eyes. "Besides, aren't you with Pepper?"

"I've been known to stray," Tony chuckled.

"No, I'm pretty sure she'd kill you," Bucky smirked.

"She'd kill you, and then she'd kill me for hooking the two of you up," Steve nodded.

"Okay, maybe," Tony sighed.

"Let's try and have some semblance of professionalism, alright?" Natasha said, her gaze scanning the room.

"But Nat, isn't this supposed to be fun?" Wanda giggled.

"Wanda, please," Natasha shook her head.

"I'm just saying," Wanda shrugged.

"Just because it's fun doesn't mean we shouldn't take it seriously," Steve nodded.

"Oh, c'mon, Steve," Tony groaned. "Don't settle down just yet. Who's going to be my wingman?"

"Not me," Steve replied firmly, folding his arms across his chest. "I’m not interested in being dragged into one of your antics."

"Well, that’s disappointing," Tony sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I thought we were friends."

"We are friends," Steve said. "But I also like my peace of mind."

"You’re no fun," Tony muttered. "What about you, Bucky? Feeling up for a little adventure?"

"Hard pass," Bucky replied, not even looking up from his phone. "You’re on your own, Stark."

Tony threw his hands up in mock exasperation. "What’s the point of being in a band if none of you want to help me live a little?"

"Tony, we’re in the band, not your personal dating service," Natasha said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "And frankly, your idea of 'living a little' usually ends in chaos."

"Chaos makes for great stories," Tony shot back.

"And headlines," Wanda added with a grin, earning a chuckle from Bucky.

"See, Wanda gets it!" Tony said, pointing at her.

"Don't drag me into this," Wanda replied, laughing. "I’m just here to keep the peace."

"Well, at least someone here knows how to have fun," Tony muttered, though his grin showed he wasn’t taking the rejection too seriously.

"Fun doesn’t mean reckless," Natasha interjected, her tone firm. "This tour is important. We’ve worked too hard to let anything—or anyone—jeopardize it."

Tony held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright, point taken, boss."

"Good," Natasha said, her gaze sharp. "Now, can we focus?"

"Fine," Tony said with a dramatic sigh. "But when this tour’s over, Steve, you owe me a drink. Non-negotiable."

Steve rolled his eyes but smiled faintly. "We’ll see."

"You should all be so lucky to get a drink with me," Tony huffed.

"Whatever you say, Tony," Natasha smirked, rolling her eyes. "Now, as much as I love your charming company, I have to go meet up with y/n. Her daughter's birthday is tomorrow, and I haven't seen either of them in a week."

"How's that situation going?" Tony asked curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, with her having a kid," Tony elaborated. "I never took you for the stepmom type."

"We're not married," Natasha said a tad defensively.

"Yet," Wanda grinned.

"My money's on the next couple months," Bucky commented.

"I'll raise you to the second tour date," Tony said. They looked over to Steve expectantly to see what he would say.

"I don't get involved in bets, guys," Steve replied, though he was smiling.

"Party pooper," Tony grumbled.

"You guys can't keep betting on my love life," Natasha frowned. "It's rude."

"Rude? Really, Nat?" Tony smirked, though he backed off slightly at her tone. "I thought we were family. Families meddle."

"Not like this," Natasha shot back.

"Alright, let’s dial it down," Steve interjected, his steady tone cutting through the tension. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Tony, Bucky—leave her be. It’s not about bets or jokes."

"Aw, come on, Rogers," Bucky said, though his tone was more teasing than serious. "You can’t tell me you’re not at least curious."

Steve shook his head with a faint smile. "I’m not getting involved in your nonsense, but... I will say this." He turned to Natasha, his expression softening. "Nat, I’ve known you for a long time. Longer than anyone else here. And if there’s anyone who’s got a shot at being the one for you... it’s Y/N."

The room grew quiet at Steve’s words. Even Tony seemed to consider them momentarily, his usual smirk replaced by something more thoughtful.

Natasha blinked, caught off guard by the clarity and sincerity in Steve’s tone. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a rare loss for words.

"She’s a good person," Steve continued. "And from what you’ve said, so is her daughter. You wouldn’t be putting in this kind of effort if it didn’t mean something to you."

Natasha swallowed, the lump in her throat forming before she could stop it. She nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on the table. "Yeah," she said quietly. "It does mean something. I've kind of downplayed it to you guys because I've been scared. She's special. Truthfully."

"It's okay to be scared, Nat," Steve said softly. "But sometimes the best things are worth the risk."

Natasha looked up at Steve, his blue eyes full of understanding and support. She gave him a small smile, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Thanks, Steve. That... actually means a lot."

"Well, now we have to go and celebrate our future niece," Tony smiled. "What does she want for her birthday?"

"Honestly, what would you get a kid that has everything?"

"A pony," Wanda replied, shrugging.

"Maybe a dog," Steve suggested.

"Those are both animals," Bucky pointed out. "Many people don't do well with gifts like that."

"Maybe a kitten," Tony suggested.

"That's still an animal," Steve chuckled.

"I'm not getting her an animal," Natasha interjected. "Y/n would kill me. I'm trying to be a good influence, remember?"

"Alright," Wanda smirked. "What about jewelry? Isabella is a little diva. I think she'd appreciate a nice necklace."

"Jewelry is good," Natasha nodded.

"Or a guitar," Steve offered, looking over at her. "That's something that she'd like."

"Yeah, it would," Natasha replied. "Maybe a custom guitar. That way, it's unique."

"Now you're talking," Steve grinned. "That's a solid gift. Maybe I can help you out."

"I'll take the help," Natasha chuckled. "Thank you, Steve. I'll see you guys later."

"See you later," Steve waved.

As she walked to her car, Natasha shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, Steve’s words bouncing around in her head. Maybe the best things are worth the risk. She hated how simple he made it sound like it wasn’t a minefield waiting to blow up in her face.

Her boots scuffed against the pavement as she walked, the cool evening breeze doing little to settle the heat simmering under her skin. Love wasn’t new to her—she’d been there, done that, and watched it crash and burn. But this? This was something else. With you, it didn’t feel like walking a tightrope. It was steady, calm, and easy in a way that scared the hell out of her. She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. Too easy. That’s what kept her up at night. She didn’t trust easily, not after everything she’d been through. Love like this had to come with strings attached, right? Some catch she hadn’t seen yet. It always did.

Still, there was no denying how her chest felt lighter when you laughed, how the world seemed quieter when Isabella would climb onto the couch next to her and chatter about her day. Natasha felt grounded for the first time in longer than she could remember. She wasn’t waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under her—at least, not yet.

Natasha felt it in her spirit—an unfamiliar steadiness that had replaced the restlessness she used to carry like armor. Long gone were the days of being a womanizer, of chasing fleeting connections that filled the silence but left her empty. Back then, she’d convinced herself that love was just another game she could play and win. But now? Now, it wasn’t about the chase, the thrill, or the control.

It was about how you looked at her as if she was more than the sum of her mistakes. It was about the trust in Isabella’s tiny hand when it slipped into hers. It was about the quiet moments she never thought she’d crave, where laughter filled the spaces she once kept guarded.

Natasha hadn’t planned for this—for you. But somehow, you'd carved out a place in her life, so naturally, it was as if you'd been there all along. It wasn’t just love anymore. Something deeper terrified her even as it anchored her in a way she hadn’t known she needed.

**********

She didn’t know what to expect when she pulled into your driveway. Another car was parked in front of your house, and she couldn’t help the flicker of curiosity that crept in. Who had stopped by this time? Not that she had any fundamental right to ask—not officially, anyway. The two of you didn’t live together. She didn’t own a stake in your day-to-day life outside of what you chose to share with her.

Still, the sight of the cars tugged at her. It wasn’t nerves, she told herself, just... curiosity. She exited her vehicle and grabbed the small bag from the passenger seat. She'd picked up crepes and coffee for the three of you, hoping for a quiet brunch. She knew Isabella's birthday would be a big deal, and she wanted to spend time with you without the pressure of guests.

Natasha rang the doorbell, adjusting her jacket and jeans. After a few seconds, the door swung open, but instead of you, Natasha was greeted by a boy—about ten years old, his dark hair cut into a low fade and his expression guarded. He looked up at her, sizing her up with the kind of scrutiny that made Natasha blink.

“Who are you?” the boy asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

Natasha tilted her head, trying to suppress a grin. “I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, her tone light.

“I live here for the weekend,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m AJ. And you didn’t answer my question.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “I’m Natasha. A friend of Y/N’s.”

“A friend?” AJ narrowed his eyes. “What kind of friend?”

“The kind who brings crepes and coffee,” Natasha said, holding the bag.

AJ didn’t look impressed. “That doesn’t mean anything. Lots of people bring stuff when they visit.”

“Hmm.” AJ tapped his chin, clearly trying to decide whether she was trustworthy. “Do you know Isabella’s favorite color?”

“Purple,” Natasha answered without hesitation.

AJ’s eyes narrowed further as if he suspected she’d cheated somehow. “Favorite show?”

“Easy. High School Musical The Musical The Series.” She'd sat through a Friday night binging with Isabella. Thank you very much.

AJ frowned. “Okay, but—”

“Aj!” Your voice cut through the interrogation as you appeared at the door, an amused look on your face. “What are you doing?”

"Grilling the hell out of me, that's what he's doing," Natasha muttered.

"Go play," You shook your head at the young boy. "Come inside."

"But—"

"Inside," You insisted.

"Okay," AJ sighed, turning around and heading back towards the living room.

You let out a small laugh as Natasha stepped inside, the warmth of the house enveloping her.

"Sorry about that," you chuckled. "He's very protective."

"It's fine," Natasha smiled. "Who is he?"

"Sam's nephew," You answered. "They usually spend the night with Isabella before her birthday. Their mom is here doing her hair."

"Oh, cool," Natasha nodded. "I brought crepes."

"You didn't have to do that," You replied, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

"A kiss on the cheek is all I get?" Natasha joked.

"You're right," You laughed. You stepped forward, your kiss light. It could be considered a peck. But it still sent a shiver down her spine. It was over before either of you could savor it. Only neither of you was satisfied with that. A week without seeing each other made you feel deprived.

Your arms wound around her neck, your fingers sinking into the hair at the base of her scalp as your lips parted. Natasha hummed, her free arm pulling you flush against her, the bag forgotten in her hand.

You leaned into her, deepening the kiss. Her tongue was a welcome warmth, and the moan she elicited was enough to make your knees weak. When her hand traveled down to your ass, you pulled back with a giggle.

"I've missed you," You whispered.

"Missed you too," Natasha said, unable to resist planting another kiss on your lips.

The shout pulled you apart instantly. Natasha cleared her throat, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as she glanced toward the source of the interruption.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, smoothing your shirt and stepping back. “She’s been a bit of a birthdayzilla these days.”

Natasha chuckled softly. “I’ll survive.”

You led her toward the living room, where Isabella was perched on a chair, her legs swinging happily as a woman—probably the braider you’d mentioned—put the finishing touches on her hair.

“Natasha!” Isabella’s face lit up the second she spotted her. She squirmed in her seat, but the braider gently reminded her to stay still.

“Hey,” Natasha greeted, a warm smile spreading across her face. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in Isabella’s braids—a cute mix of pink and purple stripes woven in, subtle but striking. “Wow, look at you. These are so cool!”

Isabella beamed, clearly thrilled by the compliment. “Do you like them? Pink and purple are my favorite colors!”

“I love them,” Natasha replied, crouching down to get a better look. “You look like a rock star.”

“Like a pop star,” Isabella corrected with a giggle. “But thank you!”

“Big difference,” Natasha teased, giving her a wink.

You smiled at the interaction, leaning against the doorway as you watched them. It was still surreal to see Natasha with Isabella sometimes, how easily she fell into this role that neither of you had planned. Yet here she was, making your daughter feel like the most special person in the world.

“Almost done,” the braider said, securing the last braid with a little pink clip.

“Can I show Natasha my birthday dress after?” Isabella asked excitedly, already bouncing in her seat.

“Of course,” you said with a laugh. “But let Aunt Sarah finish first.”

AJ poked his head into the room, his eyes lighting up as he spotted Natasha.

"You're still here!" He said.

"Yup," Natasha replied, smiling down at him.

"Good," AJ said. "Cause we'll need an extra person for the dance battle."

"Dance battle?" Natasha repeated, her brows arching slightly.

"Yup," AJ grinned. "We're going to have a dance-off for Isabella's birthday."

"Oh really?" Natasha chuckled.

"Yup," AJ nodded, looking over at Isabella. "And we're gonna win! We need a referee. Can you be fair?"

"Well, I can try," Natasha said, unable to hide her smile.

"She's on my team," Isabella said with a giggle.

"Nooo!" AJ said.

"Yes," Isabella replied.

"But, she's the judge," AJ countered.

"And my mom's girlfriend," Isabella argued.

"Girlfriend?" AJ's eyebrows furrowed. "Does Uncle Sam know about this?"

"Boy," Sarah scolded her son.

"For your information, I don't need permission from your uncle Sam to date," You playfully rolled your eyes at the little boy. You knew he was mischievous and didn't take offense to it.

"Alright," Sarah said, clapping her hands. "She's ready."

Isabella hopped out of her chair, her skirt billowing as she rushed over to Natasha.

"I want her on my team," She pouted, her lower lip sticking out.

"Awww, why can't we be on the same team?" AJ whined.

"Because you're mean," Isabella huffed.

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"I think," Sarah cut in, her hands on her hips. "We can have a boys vs girls competition."

"Okay," Isabella brightened. "Me and Mommy and Natasha!"

"Alright, tomorrow it will be settled," Sarah said. We may have more volunteers.

"Nice save," You grinned as the kids ran to the backyard. It's probably to terrorize Bear. "This is my girlfriend, Natasha. Natasha, this is my ex-sister-in-law, Sarah."

"Ex-sister-in-law," Natasha echoed, tilting her head curiously.

"It has a weird ring when you say it like that," Sarah chuckled. She reached out her hand for Natasha to take. "Nice to meet you, Natasha."

"Likewise," Natasha shook her hand. "You're good at what you do."

"Thank you," Sarah smiled. "The braids were all Isabella's idea. I just do the job."

"She has great taste," Natasha said, her eyes flicking to you.

Natasha glanced between you and Sarah briefly, wondering if it was awkward for her to meet your ex-husband's sister. It had to be strange, right? She hesitated, unsure if she should say anything.

As if sensing the unspoken question, Sarah laughed and waved her hand dismissively. "You’re wondering if this is weird, aren’t you?"

Natasha blinked but nodded slightly. “A little, yeah.”

“It’s not,” Sarah assured her with a warm smile. “Our family’s close enough to know when people need to move on—and to be happy when they do. Life’s too short to hold onto things that don’t work anymore.”

Natasha nodded slowly, appreciating the honesty. “That’s... refreshing to hear.”

“Besides,” Sarah added, glancing at Isabella, who was already halfway to the backyard with AJ on her heels. “As long as Isabella is happy and loved, that’s what matters. And clearly, she adores you.”

Natasha’s lips curved into a soft smile. “I adore her too.”

“She’s easy to adore,” Sarah said with a knowing grin, then looked back to you. “You picked a good one.”

You smiled, your gaze flicking to Natasha. “I know.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips. The moment felt strange. Comfortable, even. Like Sarah’s words had peeled away the awkwardness Natasha had been bracing for and replaced it with something much simpler: understanding.

"Alright," Sarah said, grabbing her purse. "I've gotta run. I'll be here super early since AJ and Cass are staying here. I'll go and kiss them goodbye. Nice meeting you again, Natasha."

"Nice meeting you," Natasha said.

"See you later, Sarah," You called.

Natasha slipped her hand into yours as the door shut behind her, gently squeezing it.

"Were you nervous?" You asked her softly.

"Not nervous, per se," Natasha shrugged. "Just a little concerned. She's the first ex-family member I've met."

"You handled it well," You chuckled. "She liked you."

"Did she?"

"She wouldn't have given her seal of approval if she didn't," You smiled.

"Her seal of approval," Natasha repeated, her brows arching slightly.

"Yes," You replied. "Now come on. We've got a dance battle to prepare for."

"Right," Natasha chuckled, following you out to the backyard. "A dance battle."

********

Spending the day with three children was even more of a task than Natasha could have ever imagined. She'd grown up with a sibling, always just the two. They had their fights here and there, but nothing held a candle for the three children today. Isabella was the ring leader of the chorus, and her cousins did everything she wanted. Natasha sat back on the couch and watched them go over their routine. It was a little silly, but she was impressed by how quickly they had developed a set. They were quickly reprimanded if they got too rowdy or rough with each other.

She had never seen a more disciplined trio of kids in her life. She had expected chaos from the start, but they'd been very organized instead. She had to commend you for it. You had such a way with them.

Eventually, the night winded down, and you turned to your bedroom to check last-minute emails, your back propped up against the headboard. A yawn threatened to escape, but you stifled it, determined to get through just a few more messages before calling it a night. You'd promised to return to the living room with the rest of the family. Only, you had so much to do.

Natasha stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"Hey," she said, her voice low.

You looked up from your screen, your eyes lingering on her longer than you'd intended. She always looked so calm in moments like this, and you found it grounding in a way you couldn’t explain.

"I thought I would head home now," She gestured to the car. "The kids are almost asleep. Though I think Isabella won't be there for a while."

"Yeah," You smiled. "It's always like that with her cousins."

"Yeah," Natasha laughed. "They're worn out."

"They're going to wake up feeling like zombies," You said.

"Probably," She chuckled.

"So," You put your phone down. "You're leaving?"

"If I don't, I might fall asleep here," She said.

"Would that be so bad?"

"You want me to with the kids in the house?" She questioned.

"I'll lock the door," You grinned.

Natasha smirked. "Well, if you want me to stay."

"I want you to," You admitted.

"Then," She smiled. "I'll stay."

"Good," You whispered. You closed your laptop and placed it on the nightstand. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She threw herself into the bed, crawling slightly until her head rested in your lap.

"Hey," She grinned.

"Hey," You chuckled, your fingers moving through her hair.

"I've missed this," She sighed.

"Yeah," You agreed.

"I've missed us," She added.

"Us?"

"You and me," She said. "Being able to be us without interruptions."

"Well, there's no interruptions here," You said. "You've really missed me during the week. You sure you're not having fun being a hotshot rockstar."

"You're a hotshot too, you know," Natasha joked.

"I guess I am," You said, a small smile on your face. "You look so pretty like this."

"Like what?"

"Here with me," You answered.

"And you," She said. "You're always gorgeous."

"Always, huh," You repeated.

"Even when I'm annoyed with you," She chuckled.

"And when would that be?"

"When you're doing your work thing and don't let me distract you," She said.

"You distract me just fine," You laughed.

"I'm sure I do," She smirked.

"Mhmm," You hummed. "We should probably head to sleep."

"Probably," She agreed, though neither of you moved.

"Or," You suggested.

"Or?"

"Or, we can stay here a little while longer."

"Sounds like a plan," She whispered.

"I have a few last-minute things to pick up for Bella's birthday. I think I'll have Monica do them instead." You began.

"You're a good mom," Natasha hummed.

"Sometimes," You said. "I only say sometimes because I can't give her what she's wanted the most for the past few years. A sibling. She won't let it go."

Natasha's smirk softened into something more tender as she watched you, her hand lazily tracing small circles on your belly. She could tell there was something more behind your words, a weight lingering in your voice.

"Do you want more kids?" Natasha asked, her voice careful, almost hesitant.

You shrugged, your fingers idly toying with the hem of her tank top. "I don't know," you admitted. "My first pregnancy... I was so young, Nat. Terrified. I didn’t know what I was doing. Half the time, I still don’t feel like I do."

"You’re doing amazing," she said quickly, her sincerity evident.

"Thanks," you murmured, your lips twitching into a faint smile. "But if I did have another, I’d want it to be different. I’d want to feel ready and enjoy it instead of being scared out of my mind every second."

"Makes sense," Natasha nodded, her hand sliding down to intertwine with yours. She was quiet momentarily as if weighing something over in her mind.

"What about you?" you asked, tilting your head. "Isabella grilling you on our Facetime call told me enough."

"I'd like kids," Natasha shrugged.

"With me?"

"Of course, with you," She laughed. "Tell me about your pregnancy. What was it like? Something good."

"Oh," You chuckled. "Well, there was a point when I was craving the strangest food."

"And what would that be?" She asked, a small smile on her lips.

"Pickle ice cream."

"Pickle ice cream," Natasha repeated.

"And chocolate syrup," You added.

"That's the oddest combination," She said.

"It was what she wanted," You laughed. "Also, I couldn't eat meat for about four months. I would just puke it all up."

"Was she a picky eater?" Natasha asked.

"Sometimes," You replied. "She's still picky."

"That's not surprising," Natasha smiled. "And what about her birth?"

"That part," You chuckled. "I don't remember much. I know the pain was excruciating."

"Really?"

"Yeah," You nodded. "I kind of dissociated after. I do remember just being so in love with her. Holding her. She was so tiny."

"Wow," Natasha whispered, her hand still tracing lazy circles.

"She was so beautiful," You whispered, a fond smile spreading across your lips.

"Did I ever tell you how much motherhood suits you?" Natasha questioned.

"Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get me pregnant." You joked.

"If I could, you would be," Natasha said in such a tone that you believe her.

"Oh yeah?" You chuckled.

"I can't imagine anything more beautiful than a mini version of us running around," She continued. "Not to mention, the practice would be kind of fun."

"Yeah," You sighed.

"And," Natasha sat up. "I'd be right here with you through the whole thing. From morning sickness to picking out the most god-awful maternity clothes. Every single step. I'd be with you."

"Really?"

"Really," She whispered.

You took a deep breath. "You talk a good game, Natasha Romanoff."

"I'm a woman of my word."

"Oh, I'm aware." You kissed her.

"So," Natasha whispered. "Does that mean you'll have a kid with me?"

"Maybe," You murmured.

"Maybe?" She frowned.

"Yes," You laughed.

"That's a yes, then," Natasha said.

"Well, not right now," You laughed. "In the words of Beyonce... you have to put a ring on it."

"That's the rule, huh?" Natasha grinned.

"Yup," You said. "No baby, unless there's a ring."

"So," She leaned in, her lips a breath away. "If I put a ring on it, you'll have my kid."

"Well, not just that," You replied.

"Then what?"

"You're also going to be my wife," You whispered.

"Your wife," She echoed, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. "Hmmm, sounds perfect."

"You sound pretty sure," You teased.

"Well, I know I'll marry you," Natasha smirked.

"And why's that?"

"Because," She said, her lips brushing against yours. "We belong together."

"So cheesy," You whispered.

Before Natasha could deepen the kiss, a soft knock sounded at the door. You barely had time to pull back before Isabella pushed it open, standing there with her hands on her hips and a pout on her lips.

"Mama," she whined, her voice tinged with frustration. "The boys are trying to watch scary movies, and I’m not down for it."

You exchanged a glance with Natasha, biting back a laugh at her dramatic delivery. Natasha leaned back against the headboard, her arms crossed, the picture of casual amusement.

"Scary movies, huh?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah! AJ said I’d get nightmares and cry," Isabella huffed, crossing her arms.

"That doesn’t sound very nice," you said, patting the bed beside you. "Come here, birthday girl."

Isabella climbed onto the bed, squeezing herself between you and Natasha. She leaned into your side, her tiny arms wrapping around your waist.

"You can stay with us," Natasha offered.

"Really?" Isabella’s eyes lit up, her earlier frustration forgotten.

"Of course," Natasha grinned. "We were just talking about super important stuff like... pancakes for breakfast tomorrow."

Isabella giggled, her nose scrunching up. "Pancakes aren’t important!"

"Excuse me," Natasha feigned offense, holding a hand to her chest. "Pancakes are very important."

"She’s right," you said, kissing Isabella’s head. "And maybe we’ll make them extra special since it’s your birthday weekend."

"With whipped cream and sprinkles?" Isabella asked, her voice hopeful.

"Absolutely," Natasha said without hesitation, making Isabella delightfully squeal.

As the three of you settled in, Isabella leaned into Natasha, chatting animatedly about everything she wanted to do tomorrow. And though the moment had shifted, you couldn’t help but smile, your heart full as you watched Natasha listen attentively to your daughter, already fitting into your little family as if she belonged there all along.

*****

Natasha whistled softly as she stepped out of the car, taking in the sheer size of Sam's house. She thought your place was impressive, but this? This was something else. Despite its grandeur, the sprawling two-story home had a warm, inviting charm, and the massive backyard—already filled with decorations—was a whole world of its own.

The scene in the backyard was almost magical. Mini tents were set up, each acting as a spa station with its themes—manicures, pedicures, facials, and even a hair-braiding corner. The kids were running around in coordinated pink, gold, and ivory outfits, looking like miniature royalty as they giggled and chased each other.

"Wow," Natasha muttered as she adjusted the gift bag.

You caught her staring and smiled, nudging her shoulder. "Told you, Sam goes all out. He doesn't know how to do small parties."

"Clearly," Natasha said with a chuckle. "This looks like something out of a Pinterest board on steroids."

"Right?" you laughed. "Isabella's been talking about this for weeks. She even picked out a special outfit just for today."

As if on cue, Isabella came running over, her pink and gold dress flouncing as she moved. Her braids were styled in two neat buns, each adorned with little golden clips that sparkled in the sun. She was practically glowing with excitement.

"Natasha! Mama! Look at everything!" she squealed, grabbing both of your hands and pulling you toward the tents.

"Wow," Natasha said, crouching slightly to meet Isabella's eyes. "You look like a princess. That dress is amazing."

"Thanks, it's custom-made," She beamed. "My shoes, too."

"Your whole outfit is custom-made?" Natasha gaped.

"Of course," Isabella smiled. "Auntie Kate is the best. She makes all my clothes and does the alterations. Do you want me to show you how she does it?"

"You know how to sew?" Natasha asked.

"Not yet," Isabella shrugged. "But I'm learning."

"She's a busy kid," You shrugged. You leaned down to kiss her as you hadn't seen her since Sam picked her up after breakfast. "Hi, Bella."

"Hey, Mommy," She grinned.

"Is that my niece?!" Kate called.

"Hey, Auntie," Isabella ran over and hugged her.

"Happy Birthday, Princess," Kate cooed. "Go play; the party's just getting started."

"Okay," She rushed off to join her friends.

"You do make the cutest things," You said, wrapping Kate in a hug. "The dress turned out so good."

"You're not wrong about that," Kate grinned, pulling back from your hug. "Isabella has the taste of a fashion mogul already. I’ll be working for her in no time."

Before you could respond, a familiar voice called out, breaking through the hum of laughter and music.

"Am I interrupting a love fest?" Sam strolled over with a wide grin and a beer in hand. His tailored shirt and casual slacks gave him a polished but laid-back look, typical Sam.

"Always," you teased, stepping back. "Natasha, you remember Sam."

"I do," Natasha said with a slight nod and a polite but firm smile.

"And, of course, I remember you," Sam said, his smile widening as he addressed Natasha. "Nice to see you again, Natasha. Thanks for coming. Isabella's been talking nonstop about you being here."

"I'm glad I could make it," Natasha replied smoothly.

Sam's grin grew as he shifted his gaze between you. "So, how's it going with this one?" he asked Natasha, motioning toward you with a mischievous glint.

You rolled your eyes, already prepared for his antics. "Sam..."

"What?" Sam held up his hands in mock innocence. "Just curious. I like to keep tabs on who’s keeping you on your toes."

Natasha smirked, folding her arms. "I’d say we’re doing pretty well. She keeps me on my toes, too, though."

"Good," Sam said, nodding approvingly. "You need that. Trust me."

"Alright, cool it," you interjected, shaking your head but unable to hide your smile. "You’ve met her before, Sam. No need to grill her again."

"Hey, I'm just being a responsible ex-husband-slash-friend," Sam quipped, sipping his beer. "Besides, it’s nice to see you happy."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, watching the banter with interest. She could see it now—the ease with which you and Sam interacted, the unspoken understanding between you two. There was no tension, no bitterness. Just the comfort of people who’d once been something else but had figured out how to be something better for Isabella’s sake.

"How about you?" Natasha asked, surprising Sam. "You happy?"

Sam blinked, then let out a low chuckle. "I like her," he said, glancing at you. "Smart and straightforward. I can see why you’re with her."

"Don’t dodge the question," Natasha pressed, her smirk deepening.

"Fair enough," Sam said with a shrug. "Yeah, I’m happy. Life’s good. Got a great kid, a solid job, and I still get to hang out with my favorite ex-wife."

"Favorite?" you teased. "How many do you have?"

"Just the one, but you’re still the best," Sam shot back, making Natasha laugh softly.

"Well, I'm glad you two get along," You smiled. "I was a little worried."

"No need to worry," Sam said, his gaze shifting over your shoulder. "Here comes the birthday girl."

Natasha turned and watched as Isabella made her way over, followed closely by her cousins.

"Daddy, what color should I get my nails? AJ said pink is too girly." Isabella asked.

"AJ is a punk, and you know it," Sam said, a serious look on his face.

"Sam!" You scolded. "He's your nephew."

"Sorry," He said.

"You can get any color you want," Natasha offered.

"Any color?" Isabella looked at her.

"Any," Natasha repeated.

"Even black?"

"Black would be an interesting choice, but yes," You nodded.

"Can I get them with glitter?" She asked.

"Definitely," You laughed. "Go have fun. I'll get some snacks in a few."

"Thanks, Mama," She rushed off, her cousins behind her.

"They have a lot of energy," Natasha commented.

"You don't know the half of it," Sam sighed. "Those three could run a marathon. Now, Natasha, how much do you know about grilling?"

"Uh, a little," Natasha answered, slightly confused by the abrupt question.

"Great," Sam handed her his beer and started toward the grill. "I could use a little help over here."

"Okay, then," Natasha glanced at you with amusement.

You grinned and shrugged. "Good luck," you said, waving them off.

"The ex and the new girlfriend," Monica teased as she stepped up to you. "You, Sam, and another woman. Now, where have I seen that before?"

"In your grave, if you don't be quiet," You rolled your eyes at her.

"I'm not dead," Monica laughed.

"Not yet."

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Monica said. "Live a little."

"I've lived a lot already," You sighed. "This party planning drained me. Thanks for picking up the balloons."

"Anything for my goddaughter," Monica said. "Besides, it was on my way."

"It wasn't, but whatever," You smiled.

"Mama!" Isabella called. "Come pick a tent."

"Duty calls," You shook your head. You followed Isabella into a tent where she would be getting her pedicure. You sat to her left while Lenny sat to her right. "So, do you like this party better than the spa we planned?"

"It's way better," Isabella grinned.

"What about the boys?"

"They're being dumb," She rolled her eyes. "But, the dance battle should be fun."

"Indeed it will be," You said as you chose a color.

*********

Natasha stood by the grill, the warm sun overhead and the aroma of sizzling meat filling the air. Sam was expertly flipping burgers, his demeanor relaxed and friendly. A few of his old football teammates stood nearby, chatting and laughing loudly. Natasha could tell they were sizing her up, even if subtly. It didn’t bother her; she’d been in enough social situations to roll with it.

"Natasha, this is my buddy Jordan," Sam said, nodding toward a tall guy with broad shoulders and a grin too charming for his good. "We played together back in college."

"Hey," Natasha said, giving Jordan a polite nod.

"And that's Chris," Sam added, pointing to a stocky man with a buzz cut and a hearty laugh.

"Nice to meet you," Natasha said, shaking his hand.

"And over there is Keith," Sam finished, motioning to a lanky guy with a lazy smile.

"Big fan of your band," Keith said, extending a hand. "I saw you play in Austin a few years ago. You crushed it."

"Thanks," Natasha replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Austin was a fun gig."

"So, Sam tells us you’re a rockstar," Jordan said, leaning on the counter of the grill station. "What’s that like?"

"Chaotic, but in the best way," Natasha said. "I get to travel, make music, and meet people. Can’t complain."

"Well, you’re in good company," Sam interjected, handing her a pair of tongs. "Think you can handle flipping some burgers, Rockstar?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow, accepting the tongs. "I think I can manage."

"Here’s the trick," Sam said, pointing closer at the grill. "You press down lightly on the patties, just enough to sear them but not too much—you don’t want to lose the juices."

Natasha mimicked his movements, flipping a burger with precision. "Like this?"

"Perfect," Sam said with a nod. He leaned back against the grill station, watching her work. "So, you’re really into this whole music thing, huh?"

"Yeah," Natasha said, glancing at him with amusement. "Is this your way of scoping me out?"

Sam laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, not really. If Y/N trusts you, that’s enough for me. She’s got good instincts."

Natasha tilted her head, studying him for a moment. "You two seem close. That’s rare for exes."

Sam shrugged, flipping another burger. "We’re a team when it comes to Isabella. She deserves the best from both of us. Besides, Y/N is one of my favorite people. It’d be dumb not to keep her in my life."

"That’s fair," Natasha admitted, handing the tongs back to him. "For the record, she’s pretty incredible."

"Don’t I know it," Sam said, a playful smirk on his face. "But, hey, don’t let me intimidate you. I’m rooting for you, Rockstar."

"Good to know," Natasha said, her tone light but her eyes sharp. She liked that Sam didn’t play games.

"Alright, let’s see if you’re as good with hot dogs as you are with burgers," Sam said, sliding a tray of sausages toward her.

"Bring it on," Natasha replied, rolling up her sleeves.

"So, y/n tells me you're going on tour," Sam began.

"Yes, it's June through October," Natasha nodded. "We start here in LA, go through the us and UK, and then end in Madison Square Garden."

"That's a pretty long time," He replied.

"Yeah, it'll be nice," She nodded.

"When does the tour start?"

"Next week," Natasha said.

"So," He paused. "Y/n won't be able to visit."

"Well, it's hard when we're touring," Natasha nodded. "Oh, she's coming with me. I figured she and Isabella could come to certain cities in the summer. Maybe even ride in the tour bus."

Sam raised an eyebrow, his tongs hovering over the grill as he flipped a burger. "The tour bus, huh? With a bunch of rockstars?"

Natasha smirked, picking up on his subtle unease. "It's not as chaotic as it sounds. We're pretty organized. And the bus is comfortable—lots of space, no wild parties with a kid around."

"Still," Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck, "having Bella on the road... That could be tough. She's got her routine—school, activities, seeing her friends. It’s not just about her, you know? Y/n too. I don’t want her feeling stretched thin trying to juggle everything."

Natasha tilted her head, acknowledging his concern. "I get it. It's a big adjustment, but it’s not like they'll be on the road the whole time. Just a few cities here and there during the summer when school’s out. Y/n’s already thought through the logistics."

Sam exhaled, his jaw tightening as he pressed on a patty with his spatula. "I’m not saying no. I know Y/n will figure it out—she’s always been good at that. I just... worry, you know? Bella needs stability. And if something goes sideways, I’d hate for her to feel stuck in the middle."

Natasha watched him for a moment, appreciating the protective edge in his voice. "I understand where you’re coming from," she said carefully. "And I know you’re looking out for her, which is good. But I also know Y/n. She wouldn’t agree to this if she didn’t think it was what was best for Bella, too. It's not my place to tell you how to parent, but I think it would be a great opportunity for her."

"I hear you," Sam said, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. "But, I mean, a rockstar, right? That's kind of a big deal."

"It is," Natasha nodded. "But she's met everyone in the band. They all adore her and Bella. I'd never let anything bad happen to either of them."

Sam paused, studying her for a moment. "I like you Romanoff. You can flip a good burger."

Natasha knew it was the end of the conversation for the time being. Sam flipped a burger with practiced ease, his jaw tight as he stayed quiet for a beat too long. Natasha could sense his unease simmering beneath the surface, even as he kept his town.

“Look, it’s not like I don’t think Y/n’s thought this through,” he said finally, eyes fixed on the grill. “But Bella’s... she’s still a kid. And being on the road, in and out of hotels, buses—it’s not exactly a routine.”

Natasha adjusted her stance, leaning casually against the counter to match his energy. “It’s not a nine-to-five,” she agreed, keeping her tone neutral. “But it’s not like she’d be on her own. Y/n planned everything to ensure Bella’s comfort—schooling, downtime, and even the other band members. Everyone’s on board.”

Sam nodded slightly but didn’t look at her. “Yeah, well, it’s easy for everyone to be on board when it’s not their kid. I’m just saying... this is a lot to ask of her.”

Natasha resisted the urge to bristle. Instead, she tried to meet him halfway. “I get it,” she said softly. “You’re protective. You should be. But Y/n isn’t making this decision lightly. She’d never put Bella in a situation where she didn’t feel safe or secure.”

Sam flipped another patty, his movements sharp. “It’s not about Y/n. I trust her. It’s... it’s the whole thing. Bella deserves stability.”

“And she’ll have it,” Natasha said firmly, holding his gaze when he finally glanced at her. “Even on the road, she’ll have her mom, a schedule, and a whole group of people who care about her. Stability doesn’t always look the same for every family.”

Sam exhaled through his nose, clearly turning her words over in his mind. “I guess.” He paused, staring down at the grill. “Just... Y/n should’ve brought this up with me first. I feel like I’m hearing about it after it’s already decided.”

Natasha nodded, her tone softening. “That’s fair. If this hasn’t been fully talked through, you deserve that conversation. I’m not trying to overstep here. I just wanted you to know I’m in this too—for both of them.”

Sam gave her a long look, his expression unreadable. “You care about them, huh?”

“More than anything,” Natasha said simply.

He nodded, his grip on the spatula loosening. Sam nodded, picking up the spatula again. “Alright, Romanoff. I’ll talk to Y/n to ensure we’re all on the same page. But don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you flip a decent burger.”

Natasha chuckled, picking up her spatula. "Wouldn't dream of it."

***

The dance-off had been a success. Isabella and her cousins were exhausted but beaming with pride as the last notes faded. The party continued with food, laughter, and joy. The kids were excited to play in the bouncy house, and the parents were having a blast. Steve, Wanda, and the rest of the band came to celebrate, and it was a joyous occasion. Everyone coming together to celebrate Bella was beautiful, and you were grateful for your family.

It was time for you to make a small speech before you sang happy birthday to her. It was a tradition you'd started when she was little, and it was just the three of you. 

You stood before all the guests and ignored the photographer buzzing around you. These pictures and videos would only be for family mostly.

"It's Isabella's tenth birthday," You began. "I know it may seem dramatic for us to give speeches, but this is a big one. Our baby is growing up. But I am so proud of her. She's kind, smart, talented, and so much fun. We have a special girl." You motioned for Isabella to stand next to you.

"Mommy and Daddy love you so much. You are so special," Sam continued.

"We love you, princess," You grinned. "Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Sam echoed.

Everyone clapped as the birthday song was sung.

"You ready for your cake?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Isabella beamed.

"Okay," You laughed. You leaned over, taking a moment to swipe a piece of icing to tap on her nose. "I love you, baby girl." You kissed her cheek as Sam kissed the other side.

"Love you, Bella," Sam added.

"Love you, Daddy," Isabella giggled. "Love you, Mama."

"Okay, let's get this show on the road," You clapped.

The rest of the party went off without a hitch. Isabella opened her presents and was thrilled. She loved everything she'd received, which was so special to watch. Her cousins and friends stayed over to enjoy the bouncy house, and all the parents were having a blast. You had your arm around Natasha's waist as you watched Isabella continue to bounce. It was a great way to end the night. 

---> next part

[pinkyjulien]

Some of these S7 members are really lucky because they don't appear in any of the already-out-there screenshots but Man how I'd love to just. Use this opportunity to air out shits with people I've never even talked to.

I've never talked to GloryRide. I don't know what her problem is.

Hey Glory!

Littéralement; je te connais même pas. On ne sais jamais addressé la parole il me semble, du coup c'est quoi ton probléme? Tout ça parce que j'ai bloqué ta copine il y a… 4ans maintenant? Mais t'es complétement bousillée meuf.

On s'en contrefou TOTAL de tes mods. On S'en Fou. Tu crois vraiment qu'on est tous comme tes potes à penser qu'on a quelconque "droit" sur les assets qu'on utilise dans nos mods? Non! Vous êtes tous complétement barjo à penser ça, "Wawawa elle a copié mon OC", "Wawawa il a copier mon mods" - c'est VOTRE problème, et tu t'créer des faux scenarios dans ta tête à propos de moi. C'est vraiment pas mon problème, et j'vais m'répéter; t'es bousillée du crâne.

T'as crée cette "rivalité" vraiment toute seule dans ton coin, c'est pathétique.

-

Syphon was someone I thought was chill, but welp. He did not say anything bad about me directly, tho passively trash talked my friends and supported old dramas that happened against me/us. I know he's following my blog or at least lurking and interacting, that's a fucking shame.

Hey man, I know we're not friends, never been, but that's not cool. We only had chill interactions in the past, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised anymore.

Also, Synthpeach:

You're literally a fucking idiot. If you knew what I was talking about, aka the video I fucking linked in the post y'all were giggling pissing about, you'd know I meant it as in "the Y2K trend coming back into mainstream".

I don't use Tiktok, so I assumed this was only a Cyberpunk/Modding thing because people liked the aesthetic, not something happening on a larger scale. Fucking moron.

-

Wolv is a funny one.

So, Wolv was actually a guy I looked up to, I really liked his VP at the time was following his Instagram account.

He would often make VP involving Mitch, and it was never a problem. I was interacting, leaving likes, even commenting to compliment his work.

But you can't expect dumb people to understand what "I'm not comfortable with ships and I can't do anything about it because it's a mental issue" means.

It's sooo funny to mock someone's mental struggle <3 It's soooo cute it's sooooo girlboss and kiki to mock something you don't understand! They are all Such Great People

I saw that render! It was a cool reference.

You're probably wondering why I blocked you ""out of the blue"" years ago and I'm guessing that's what caused you to hate me this much, because we all know Blocking is equal to Drama and Death Sentence to y'all for some reasons.

Wolv, you trash talked me in Gonkposting, again, out of nowhere, while we were still randomly interacting on instagram and on the modding server. A friend that was in the server at the time told me about it. "Ooh I'm scared of posting Mitch, he'll attack me haha"

You're a pathetic clown who latched into the "Let's hate pinky" bandwagon to gain friendship points, and you got them, congrats!

There are so many people in there that turned out to be nasty, y'all already saw the main things, but I wanted to point out those three in particular. Because they don't appear in any of the others pics, and I think it's important to know that they're just like the rest.

They like to accuse others of being "chronically online" and "drama hungry" but y'all were actively participating in all those trash talk involving stuff that happened fucking 4 years ago.

Please move the FUCK on already, I hope this leaks will teach y'all a lesson, people are TIRED and despite saying the same, you are all obviously So Attached to these mad up problems.

Now that I've let the steam out, if any of you actually want to reach out and clear the air once and for all, whatever it is, I'm open to it.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

So, I might not be the best at celebrating Valentine’s Day, but I’m all in for enjoying Dream Boyfriend days ❣️

… and after our conversation, I just couldn’t resist putting together this little blurb 💕 It might not be anything special, but it’s my love letter to you ❤️

_

One Night, Not Enough I A William Nylander One-Shot

It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a single night.

That was the unspoken rule, the understanding you both had when you left the bar together, when his lips ghosted over your skin, when you tangled yourself in his sheets and let the night take you somewhere reckless and fleeting.

But fleeting wasn’t the word William would use now.

Because it had been days. Days since he last saw you, since he felt your warmth beside him, since your laughter had echoed in his ears. And it was driving him insane.

He had told himself it was just a good time, a great night—nothing more. But then, in the middle of a team meeting, he found himself staring blankly at the whiteboard, wondering what you were doing. During training, he nearly wiped out on the ice because his brain had decided to conjure up the way you had smirked at him right before you left his condo.

And then there was this giddy, borderline embarrassing thing happening to him.

Every time he even thought about seeing you again, his heart did this stupid little flip, and he caught himself smiling at nothing like some lovesick idiot.

Mitch had noticed, of course.

“You good, man?” his teammate had asked, squinting at him in the locker room. “You keep smiling at your phone like it just paid off your mortgage.”

William had scoffed, shoved his phone in his pocket, and muttered something about “none of your business.” But deep down, he knew—he wasn’t good.

Because he had never felt like this before.

And now, as he walking into the café where you had agreed to meet him, he felt ridiculous. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, and he was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, trying to shake off the nervous energy buzzing through his veins.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. You were supposed to be the one overthinking, the one fidgeting. But no, William fucking Nylander—NHL star, completely composed in high-pressure situations—was losing it over the idea of seeing you again.

When you finally walked through the door, he had to remind himself to breathe.

“Hey,” you greeted, slipping off your jacket as you approached the table.

“Hey,” he replied, and then—because he was, apparently, a mess—he let out a nervous little chuckle.

You raised a brow. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said way too quickly. “No. I mean, yeah. Just—uh—glad you came.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

You smiled, amused. “You sound surprised.”

William scratched the back of his neck. “I just… wasn’t sure you would.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

He licked his lips, huffed out a breath. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night. And I don’t know if that makes me sound like a complete idiot or just a little bit of an idiot—but either way, I wanted to see you again.”

Your eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a second, he thought he had completely ruined it. But then you leaned in slightly, resting your elbows on the table.

“Well,” you murmured, lips quirking. “If it makes you feel better… I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”

And holy shit—he had to physically stop himself from grinning like a total fool.

“Okay,” he breathed, nodding as if he was trying to play it cool—which he absolutely was not. “That’s… that’s really good.”

You laughed softly. “You are really bad at hiding how much you like this, aren’t you?”

William groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s embarrassing, honestly.”

But you only smiled wider. “I think it’s cute.”

And just like that, he was done for.

What can I say Sophia. This is magical. Something so perfect for what we were discussing having reassigned Valentines Day to Dream Boyfriend Day. I could just imagine this whole scene - and it's William that's internally losing his mind with being so smitten. That's the dream. I love this so much - thank you for taking the time to grace my inbox with the images I have conjured with your words. Best inaugural Dream Boyfriend Day present I could ever hope for!

[secretlyinlovewithchloeprice]

Having a crush on an oblivious Chloe Price

🪷 - I don’t like amberprice (pricefield forever) — Requests are open, no smut

Requester - Anonymous

BtS TIMELINE

𖦹 You and Chloe were in the same science class. She hardly showed up, but when she did, she was so insanely alluring. It felt shameful to be so in love with a person you’ve only known since the seventh grade

𖦹 But Chloe was irresistible. The only problem? Rachel Amber

𖦹 Your crush on Chloe was so obvious that it was painful. But you never tried to initiate anything. You were terrified of rejection and it was quite clear that Chloe wasn’t interested in you

𖦹 “Yo, dude, what are we doing?” Chloe asked, sitting beside you. “Uh, some chemistry thing,” You hummed as Chloe leaned against your shoulder. “What are you doing tonight?” She inquired. “Probably re-watching dead poets society, why?”

𖦹 “You should go out with Rachel and I,” There it was — ‘Rachel and I’. “I don’t smoke, Chloe.” You dismissed. “Misses Pirce, Missed (last name), I would never expect this behaviour from either of you,” The teacher interrupted. “Detention this afternoon, the both of you.” — It was always the teacher with a failing marriage who prayed upon your downfall

𖦹 That afternoon, Chloe entered the detention room (is that a thing? I’m not American), pissed. At least you were here

𖦹 “So..Dead poet’s society, huh?” Chloe mumbled as the two of you sharpened blunt pencils. “You remembered?” You smiled, subtly nodded. “Shit yeah, I love Nancy Kleinbaum.”

𖦹 Chloe had no idea who Nancy Kleinbaum was. But what Chloe did know is that she thought you were a total babe. You were like a crossover of Bella Swan and Daria (from MTV — Not based off of looks). You were equally as mysterious and intelligent

𖦹 “How are you and Mitch?” Chloe nonchalantly glanced at you. You’re face slightly dropped. Dating Mitch was a cover up for your sexuality. I mean, it was the late 2000s. Same sex marriage wasn’t even legal yet. “We broke up last Tuesday. I lost interest.”

𖦹 “Tragic.” She smirked, dumping a handful of pencil shavings into the bin beside you

𖦹 She basically sprinted out of detention to call Rachel about your encounter. Went into detail about everything. But Chloe was ultimately reminded of your ex-BOYfriend, which reminded her of the likelihood that you were straight. It was a crime to be so attractive and not like GIRLS

𖦹 Then it happened. You, Chloe, and Rachel were at the same party. You had only came because your roommate needed a wing-woman. Everything was okay till a very drunk Chloe approached you

𖦹 “Why don’t you like me? I’m hell fucking awesome — And,” Chloe paused, looking at you. In this moment, in this lighting, you looked ethereal. “And I love you,” She hiccuped as you gently guided her to sit down

𖦹 “Why don’t you like girls?” Chloe cried, placing her beer on the floor. “I thought you were dating Rachel,” You defended as Chloe straightened her posture. “What? No? I mean, she’s cool and pretty — But she likes this guy that she totally won’t tell me about,” she rambled, holding onto your hands. Fuck, they were so soft

𖦹 “And she’s just — I don’t know, she’s just not you.” Chloe concluded as she kissed you. “I love you too, Chloe.”

𖦹 Chloe was so hung over the next day, but at least you were in her bed. She had woken up before you and had taken the initiative to make coffee. The best way to cure a hangover was by chugging a hefty amount of sugar free red bull and black coffee

𖦹 “You awake?” Chloe entered her room, holding two mugs of coffee. You nodded, groaning. She placed the prettier mug (it was one of her mum’s. It had a floral print on it, so she assumed you’d like it) on the ground and sat beside you. “Are you okay?” She whispered, gently brushing your hair out of your face

𖦹 “Did you mean all of that stuff — From last night?” You whispered back. “Are you kidding me? Of course I did. I love you, (name).”

Rushed ending, I’m sorry!!

[abooklover]

Lines/things in the red white and royal blue movie that make me scream and laugh hysterically (bear with me cause there’s a lot):

‘an urge I currently share’ (Ellen)

‘Making it was one of the most depressing moments of my career and I once saw Mitch McConnell eating a banana’ (Zahra)

‘You can hate prince Henry all you want but the minute you see a camera you better act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin d deficiency’ (made even funnier cause of how literally this turned out) - bonus ‘what if I set myself on fire’ (Alex), ‘we’d ship the ashes to Heathrow’ (Zahra)

‘That’s perfect, you can kill me and I won’t have to go’ (Henry)

‘That’s what makes you so charming. That and your eyelashes.’ (So fucking glad they included at least a reference to this. Taylor’s lashes were working fucking overtime in this movie.)

Henry’s text with the attachment and ‘but we were ever so careful, dear’ (One of my favourite texts in the book and I’m so glad it made it into the movie)

‘Can you think of anything more wasteful’ (Alex), ‘Perhaps this conversation’ (Henry)

Henry’s weird little attempt at dancing while chugging out of a champagne bottle with on fist pumping weakly into the air (he is so me it hurts)

‘He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football’ (Alex)

‘Princes aren’t allowed to be gay, you should know that’ (Nora)

Alex trying to look cool for when Henry walks into the red room (we love an awkward boy)

Alex and Henry jumping apart to do the most unnatural things (Alex inspecting flowers like it’s his job and Henry perusing the bookshelf) like the idiots they are when Amy walks in on them making out

‘Are you still…’ (Alex) ‘Like Stonehenge’ (Henry), ‘or Big Ben’ (Alex)

‘Henry and I are much happier against walls’ (Alex)

‘Are they known for their homosexual tendencies’ (Alex)

‘And I thought Alex Gabriel Claremont Diaz was a mouthful’ (Alex), ‘He is’ (Henry) - and the fucking looks that followed it (kill me now)

‘I went to an English boarding school dear, trust me you’re in good hands’ (Henry)

‘Once, unsuccessfully’ (Henry)

‘Oh gee kid I’m sorry to interrupt your process of becoming but you’re the one who decided to put your dick into the heir to the British throne’ (Zahra), ‘Technically I’m the spare’ (Henry), ‘Not talking to you sir’ (Zahra)

‘Every time I see you it takes another year off of my life’ (Zahra)

Alex’s ‘Noooo..’ and the little laugh he does

‘If I’d had more warning I could’ve made you a PowerPoint presentation’ (Ellen) - another incredible callback to the book

Oscar Diaz’s affectionate ‘you little shit’

‘I’ve been thinking’ (Alex), ‘I seriously doubt that’ (Henry) and Alex’s mimick of it (absolute gold)

‘Or find herself at the top of the staircase with Phillip around’ (Bea, you literally had no right)

Zahra’s face when Alex starts mooning over Henry after his speech, then Zahra saying ‘oh my god, I just have to do everything round here’ and do not get me started on her whole speech to Shaan (greatest thing ever)

‘You might be lousy at keeping secrets kiddo, but I’m not’ (Zahra), ‘Zahra, I could kiss you’ (Alex), ‘Touch me and die’ (Zahra)

‘They can’t keep you locked away forever’ (Alex), ‘We really need to get you a book on English history’ (Henry)

The way Stephen Fry says ‘homosexual’

‘You still haven’t noticed my tie’ and Henry’s little smile afterward (oh how far we’ve come)

BONUS: ‘Do you think anyone noticed?’ and Henry’s exasperated sigh afterward

[god-syndicate-if]

Dear Author, what do you think about fangs/elongated canines? Me personally I find them sexy.

How would the Ros react to seeing Ares with fangs shining in the light of Jackie's club. Maybe crush stage.

We're in a biting/teeth mood today, I see. I'm not against it! Here ya go.

Riley: "You should know that body mods don't stay for very long as a g- THEY'RE REAL?!? Do you know how much I had to work to permanently change my body the little I did and you get cool ass fangs?"

Franco: "I have the perfect halloween couple's costume idea." (does not acknowledge the "couple's" part at all as he explains in detail the idea.)

Verne: "Do they get in the way? Of eating! Not that- Stop it. Stop smiling."

Mitch: Puts corks on the ends.

Sigourney: Tries her fucking hardest to not think of you as a vampire holding her in the moonlight like a cover from one of the ten vampire romance books she has on her shelf at home. "Is it a weird god thing or a weird human thing? elongated canines aren't super uncommon I suppose. but for you to have them... Can I see your dental records?"

Dame: Immediate fear. They leave, not taking their eyes off you, stumbling over people and things if they need to. They don't care. They don't talk to you for a week at least.

Rebel: okay well this one is obvious so i'll tell you that in addition to the obvious one... She also wants to watch you eat. To see how you bite into something.

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: yn finally drops her album n everyone is going crazy! pt.4

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ynusername just got lovestruck, and it totally went straight to my head, especially with the way you guys have loved ‘now that we dont talk’ and ‘is it over now?’ and i can finally say my album is officially fully out now, maybe a deluxe coming later! special shoutout to gracie abrams and sabrina carpenter, my best friends, and my brother mitch, who all gave me support that i needed to continue on. love u to the moon and to saturn 🪐

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[scenetocause]

ur so cool can u rec me some stuff to read/watch <3

haha i am deeply uncool but i do have some recs.

so this is not motorsport related but there's a documentary about nonstandard mcdonalds on youtube that is fucking great i really can't recommend it enough it's full of already good youtubers like defunctland and mcmansion hell and like, also absolutely wild mcdonalds.

motorsport-related you must and i repeat must watch this doc about auto-polo, the sport that should never have existed, became wildly popular and only stopped because they couldn't find anyone willing to play it. i keep showing this to my friends when i'm blasted because it's so fucking good. (generally that guy's channel is really good)

also a motorsport channel that's really good to both have on in the background and also actively watch is the hillclimb uk one. you can pick up what's going on with hillclimb (eg: whether a run looks good) relatively quickly and it's a really accessible form of motorsport (as much as any motorsport is) plus you can go to the tolkienesque madness that is shelsley walsh if you get really into it.

for reading things i'd generally recommend literally everything by @strawberry-daiquiris but coconut shy is particularly juicy for landoscar-broadcast-their-feelings-but-their-internal-tv-aerials-aren't-working.

some more from the vault ones are this logan-struggles-with-racing and works it out via sex with lando fic i revisit an unhealthy number of times. and very far back, this incredibly sweet daniil kvyat/mitch evans one by @zeraparker called kissing frogs which i am kind of permanently rereading in one form or another. zeraparker's voyeurism mando is also excellent (and all their fics tbh)

for an offbeat pick this (unfinished but still excellent) fic about daniel and valtteri doing the mongol rally (as in a rally to mongolia) is extremely atmospheric and has an emotional vibe that very few other things hit like.

i gotta go work now or i would rec more sorryyyyyy

[harrywavycurly]

I can just imagine bff Harry and reader always sharing gossip over wine or coffee😂

Hiii lovey!!! Oh yes you know those two always have gossip to share with each other!! So I hope you enjoy these little conversations between them when one of them has something to tell the other😂💖

-find everything Where We Started here✨

“Harry? Are you decent?…Harry?” “Hmmm?” “Are you asleep? Get up I have something to tell you.” “S’not even seven in the morning….it can wait.” “It absolutely cannot wait now get up and I’ll have coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.” “Wait you’re…in my house? This isn’t…a dream?” “Do you dream about me often?” “Don’t be mean it’s too early to be mean.” “Oh stop whining and get up.” “Just tell me what it is and then I’ll decide if it’s worth getting up for.” “Niall has a girlfriend.” “Niall? Niall Horan? Niall James Horan of One Direction…that Niall Horan?” “Yes! Now get up!” “When the bloody fuck did this happen?” “While he was in London now please get up we have to go meet her.” “Meet her? When?” “For breakfast now I’ll pick your outfit if you’ll please start getting out of bed and go brush your hair and your teeth.” “Wait wait wait…Niall has a girlfriend and he didn’t tell us till we are headed to meet her? That’s a bit uncool don’t you think?” “Well uhm…I might have…known about her-” “and you didn’t tell me?” “He asked me not to until he knew it was serious.” “How long?” “How long what?” “Have you known about her?” “Uhm…since their first date…uh…two months…ago.” “Jesus! How did you manage to keep that to yourself for so long?” “It was hard now…get up.” “Sorry I’m getting up…but you’re not picking my outfit.”

“Did you drag me to a library to tell me this so I couldn’t scream?” “Possibly…yes…yes that’s exactly why I brought you here.” “Harry you can’t just drop this on me and not expect me to want to squeal and jump up and down this is huge news you asshole!” “Shhhhh you’re going to get us kicked out…it’s not that big of a deal it’s just a movie.” “Just a movie? It’s not just a movie…it’s a movie that you have one of the main roles in and you’ll be acting alongside Florence Pugh.” “And Chris Pine.” “I’m so excited!” “You are so loud…let’s get out of here before you get us put on some sort of list for people who are banned from public libraries.”

“Did you steal that bag from my closet?” “No I bought it off your website…you have these in your closet? And didn’t give me one?” “I figured you’d ask if you wanted one? You asked for the Pleasing sweatshirt when it dropped.” “So…why did you call this emergency picnic?” “I have some…news.” “News? About you or someone we know?” “Someone we know…” “ohh please enlighten me…who’s it about?” “Mitch…and Sarah…” “oh my god did they break up? Don’t make me cry Harry it’s not even noon.” “They are having a baby.” “Oh my god! I just said don’t make me cry!” “Ouch don’t go hitting the messenger! I just found out like an hour ago.” “That’s so exciting oh I love this for them.” “Yeah it’s gonna be cool to have another baby to be the god father of.” “Bold of you to assume you’re going to be this baby’s god parent.” “I’m the one who introduced them so uh yeah…I’m gonna be a god father.” “More like the weird uncle.” “Weird? I’m not…I mean…I’m not too weird like creepy weird or anything I’m just…me.” “Yes you’re just you and that’s why everyone loves you so much…you’re weird and it’s great.”