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Oracle!Reader Part 13

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 12, Part 14

Warning! As usual, there are descriptions of violence, gore, and death! Ya know, the usual yandere imposter sagau stuff.

Leaning against a tree, you finished the last volume in 'Hilichurl cultural custom'. It was definitely the most informative with the next being 'Hilichurl Ballad Section'. You didn't plan on studying the Hilichurl language but it could come in handy.

You just didn't bother finishing 'Draft Hilichurl ballads'. Ella Musk's rough translation paper in her commission would be far more helpful than that. The game screen is closed as you think back to what you memorized.

Hilichurls worshipped the elements rather than the Seven, which makes sense due to their Khaenri'ah bloodline. Could you use the elemental power in your possession to distract them? Would they recognize you as they can control elements or would the curse from Celestia interfere?

Twirling your sickle mindlessly you keep watch on the camp as hilichurls continuously walk around. A Mitachurl carrying a rock shield sat in the base as a Geo Samachurl helped construct a tower.

Actually, now that you think about it, isn't it kind of strange how this is your first time encountering a Hilichurl? One of the most common enemies that appears in almost every location, yet it's only when you purposefully search for one that you-

"Mimi ye?"

Jumping away from the tree in shock, a sharp gasp escapes you as you turn around, your sickle held firmly. You resist the urge to raise it in defense.

A Hilichurl stands now in front of you with a crossbow, tilting its head. It would be cute if you weren't hyper-aware of the weapon in its hands. Relaxing your posture, the sickle in your hand is hanging to avoid making the hilichurl feel threatened.

"Hello, do you want something from me?" Awkwardly smiling at the masked creature, you speak slowly in hopes of not exciting it.

"Celi dada, mimi nunu!" It walks closer to you, making you cringe internally from the smell. It's not just a smell from bad hygiene, it smells like death.

"Are you curious about me? Do you want to see something cool?" You wait for it to react, which it does by strolling a bit closer before presenting your sickle.

It stops at the sight of the weapon and you watch nervously as its grip tightens on the crossbow. Hurriedly you push the Electro to crackle through the weapon but you don't swing it.

Not even as the Hilichurl begins to load an arrow.

"Nini movo muhe yoyo!" You repeat the few phrases that you drilled into your mind. The pronunciation is bad and the accent is horrible but the message is received by the Hilichurl.

The arrow is slowly removed from the crossbow as the Hilichurl points to the Electro and asks, "Eleka mimi-a-Domu?"

Racking your brain to recall what it's trying to ask you, you nod hastily. It wasn't attacking you so whatever it asked hopefully wasn't bad.

The Hilichurl begins to circle you as it gets closer, seemingly inspecting you. "Muhe ye! Mimi tomo!"

'Muhe ye' was something praiseworthy if you remembered correctly. It suddenly begins to push you towards the camp while repeating the same phrase.

Not willing to risk angering it, you let it push you down the hill and cross the small river of water. Your sickle disappears in gold specks before the other Hilichurls and Geo Samachurl spot you.

They all tense up with their weapons ready yet they don't attack until the Hilichurl pushes you in front of them. It begins to speak to the whole group loudly as they all peer at you from behind it.

"Mimi mosi ye mita!" Hilichurlian is spoken quickly as you look at the half-finished tower and the second tower that was completed. Could the towers be part of the worship they hold to Teyvat?

"Ya!?" The rock shield Mitachurl suddenly storms down the stairs from the main camp making you stare up at the Mitachurl in panic.

Shit, shit this was getting out of hand. Looking around the camp for some form of escape or distraction, the Samachurl stomps his staff onto the ground twice.

"Celi upa celi! Ye dada!" The Samachurl yells out, making the rest of the Hilichurls cheer and begin working faster on the second tower. You could hardly focus on that as the Mitachurl stops in front of you with a mean glare.

It towers over you with the rock shield looking almost as heavy as you. A snort of hot, stinky breath is pushed onto your face making your features scrunch up in disgust.

It begins to argue with the Samachurl as you recover from the horrid smell of the group. You weren't being attacked so that was a good sign, but how were you supposed to lead them away?

Multiple hands begin to drag you toward the half-built towers with their overgrown nails tickling your skin. Not wanting to be forced, you keep pace with the group. Looking down to not trip, you notice their feet.

It was kinda strange how they had five fingers but only three toes. The cloth-like fabric of their charcoal skin was also strange along with the horn-like features on their head. Perhaps the curse melted their clothing with them into one being? That would help explain why they wore so little clothing even in harsh climates.

The Hilichurls pushed you into helping with the tower construction, they all seemed enthusiastic to have you on board. Working with them, instead of fighting against them was far more ideal even if you had more work to do when it came to destroying the towers.

Not long after helping finish the tower, the Hilichurls and Samachurl celebrate. The Mitachurl sits on the perch on the base camp as the Samachurl begins to sway his staff.

"Eleka mimi-a-Domu~ Mita domu-a-dada!" As the Samachurl begins to sing, the hilichurls dance around both towers in sync. Sitting down you watch it curiously while keeping an eye on the Mitachurl.

"Mimi mosi ye mita!" From what the books said this song was supposed to be sung during festivals. What could they be celebrating?

A few Hilichurls arrive at the camp holding Geo clubs and shields. They pause at the sight of you until the Samachurl speaks to them, making them calm down.

One of them seems heavily injured and is escorted into the main camp with bleeding wounds. The smell of iron mingles unpleasantly with the sweat and dirt in the air. God, you regret having a working sense of smell.

The rest of the group brought back meat and rotting fruit? The meat was put to cook over the fire and the fruit was handed out. You only took a single fruit to be polite but it didn't smell... right.

It was a wet, overripe Sunsettia looking far more red than a normal orange Sunsettia. It was probably washed in the river but the water only made it muddy. You look around to see a whole basket brought to the Mitachurl who takes it with a huff.

"Ya celi mimi nunu!" The Samachurl exclaims before they all begin to eat. You try to put the dirt-speckled Sunsettia on the ground but the Samachurl stares at you with expectant eyes. It keeps the staring contest as the Mitachurl begins to look at you too.

Damn, you really didn't want to do this.

Smiling, you brush the mud off (that unfortunately smears it more) and try to ignore the gross possibilities of who and what touched the fruit. You chomp a good-sized bite and hold it in your mouth until the Samachurl nods in approval. The Samachurl begins to feast on his own Sunsettias and you try not to gag. You're about to spit out the piece in your mouth until the juice hits your tongue.

It's sweet. The slight bitterness is pleasant, if not familiar. Experimentally, you begin to chew on the fruit and savor the taste trying to recall what it is.

After a few more bites, you notice a weak burning sensation that travels down your throat. It's… alcohol? These Sunsettias are fermented. Not strong enough to get drunk off one, but after a few?

You look back to the Hilichurls and blanch at the empty basket. Now with what seems like the whole camp they resume the dance. The Mitachurl flops into the middle of the camp, dropping his empty basket.

The staff in the Geo Samachurls hands sways drunkenly as it sings loudly and off-key.

"Nini movo muhe yoyo! Nini movo mimi tomo~! Lata movo mosi yoyo, celi movo celi yoyo!"

Cringing, you finally got up and walked past the drunk Hilichurls. You could barely hear yourself think with all the noise, how were you supposed to plan with it?!

The only place within the Hilichurl camp that had a chance of keeping out the singing was the sole building. Casting a parting glance at the partying Hilichurls, you climb up the stairs and enter the hut.

The poor workmanship let drafts in as two lit torches kept it bright. The obnoxious singing gets quieter so you suppose the building served its purpose. A sole beat-up hilichurl lays on a straw make-shift matt, it groans in pain weakly.

You stop in the middle of the building, just a few steps away from the Hilichurl as you watch it. The question lingering in the back of your mind finally comes forth.

Why did you not want to harm the Hilichurls?

You had no problems attacking and even murdering people, yet your heart ached at the thought of hurting the cursed citizens. Was that it? Did you pity them to the point of refusal of harm? Or was it like you originally thought of the Hilichurl camp being too strong for you to face on your own?

Quietly, you take slow steps toward the Hilichurl, the torches cast your shadow to loom far above it as if swallowing it whole. Stretching out your hand your fingers inch closer to the wound winding down its back.

It must be in so much pain. Your fingers graze the cut just barely as you laugh at yourself. Were you always this hypocritical? Just yesterday you let a treasure hoarder bleed to death with his critical state, yet you tenderly touch this Hilichurl hoping that your power could heal it.

Even with your conflicting feelings, you smile as the Hilichurl begins to glow gold. If your touch was enough to heal it then Teyvat must recognize it as an animal rather than a human.

How sad...

The Hilichurl is quick to wake up once the light fades. A mumbled "Dala?" leaves it as it felt its body multiple times as if checking that it really was healed. It finally turns to look at you with a tense silence.

Smiling calmly, you stay standing as it shakily steps closer to you. "Unu, unu!" The Hilichurl falls onto its knees as it shouts loudly making you jump.

Loud thudding could be heard behind you. You looked behind you, a grimace on your face. This wasn't supposed to happen, what did it yell to the others?! You may have been against fighting them if you could avoid it, but between their life and yours, you come first.

Your sickle is summoned into a clenched hand as you move to turn around to face the sole entryway. Coarse hands grab your ankles and something rough lays on your feet. You freeze at the sight of the Hilichurl in a full bowing position at your feet with its cracked mask pressed against your feet.

Did it recognize you? Or is it simply trying to stop you and is still weak from its earlier injuries? Nerves aflame, you lift your sickle prepared to strike it down and start the fight.

The Hilichurls swarm the building making you freeze up. The Samachurl walks in with the Mitachurl trailing behind it. Attacking now would only lead you to being overwhelmed. All you can do is wait for them to make the first move. If only you remembered what unu meant!

The Samachurl speaks to the Hilichurl that is still clinging to your feet, yet the Hilichurl only repeats unu. That must have been the last straw for the Mitachurl as it yells with spittle hitting your shoulder. It grabs the Hilichurl and lifts it up into the air as you rub the spit off with a nauseating feeling.

The sound of the Samachurls staff dropping to the ground is what has you raising your head. Not a second later, all the Hilichurls get on their knees, yelling with enthusiasm.

"Unu! Unu! Yo unu!"

It wouldn't be a stretch to say that unu must mean something like god as lawa meant chief. There wasn't anything else they would bow to that wasn't a god. Even the mighty Mitachurl sets the Geo shield down to bow low enough that you stand taller than it.

If healing a single Hilichurl had this effect, then you never have to worry about Hilichurls again. This was just another thing to add to your growing list of plausible evidence for you being the Creator to use in the worst-case scenario.

Of course, this could be used against you just as easily. The Hilichurls are by technical means 'monsters'. The only people who know that they were once people are far too little. Some would even kill you to hide this fact...

With a heavy heart, you force yourself to remember not to let hilichurls know your identity from this point on. So many good opportunities are missed due to your stupid acolytes. You'll be stuck keeping this Hilichurl situation quiet for both you and the Hilichurl camp's sake.

Glum with disappointment, you resign yourself to finishing the commission and point out the tent. "All of you, follow me." With that, you leave the building as the Hilichurls rush to follow you.

There's no fear in your heart as you continue to speak while using hand signals to order them. Opening the map, you hum as you try to find a good spot to move them to. It would suck if they saw you destroy the towers and rebuild them before you get the reward for the job.

It takes a bit longer than you hoped due to the alcoholic fruit they consumed but soon enough they follow you farther south to the border of Tianqiu Valley. A nice open area is spotted and you stand there while pointing at the ground.

"Here, this will be your new home." The Hilichurls cheer and rush to work. You slide down to rest against a tree trunk. All you had to do was sit and wait until you saw a good chance to slip away.

Except, they just would not stop bugging you. Fruits, meat, flowers, and any relatively presentable objects were given to you constantly. It didn't help that the Mitachurl refused to leave your side after you winced at the sunbeam hitting your eye.

You had accepted all the gifts and mindlessly stuffed it all into your bag. It was a bit embarrassing to admit but the way they cheered and danced at your approval was nearly endearing. Keyword: nearly.

The stream of gifts came to a halt as the squishy sounds of slime padding along the grass came closer. A batch of big and small cryo slimes stared at the Hilichurls before jumping into the air to attack them.

The Mitachurl quickly leaves your side to attack them as the Hilichurls follow it into battle. Not a moment too soon either, the camp is almost done and you aren't sure if they would even let you leave at this rate.

It was a shame you had to miss watching the battle. Seeing the two most common mobs fight each other was a rare sight as they usually work together. With a bit of effort, you successfully escape without alerting the Hilichurls, smiling in anticipation at the sight of the old camp.

Electro is slashed at the tower as your sickle hits it repeatedly. The white winding tower breaks into a pile of rubble before you move on to the second one.

It's a little more difficult due to the wood pole that serves as a foundation but it comes crashing to the ground soon enough. In spite of your hits, the brown pole stays standing despite the marks you gave it.

Winded, you rest your hand against the pole and catch your breath. After a few minutes, you stand back up and raise your sickle to strike but stop at the sight of something interesting.

On the pole were the now translated words 'BELOVED CREATOR' in messy big writing.

That confirms it right? Not only do the people of Khaenri'ah worship you, but they also recognized you earlier. But if they were originally punished for refusing to be under a god then why did they suffer the same fate when they worshipped you?...

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Celestia wasn't intended to be a good or liked character in Genshin. Hoyoverse made it very clear that no one liked Celestia, so Celestia alone attacking the people of Khaenri'ah wasn't surprising, even in this world, but what about the Archons? What reason did they have to attack Khaenri'ah when the Archons worshipped you too?

Your mind spins with possibilities as your feet automatically head back to the newly built Hilichurl camp. After all, you couldn't leave them unsupervised when they knew your secret.

Besides being showered with gifts and what you assume are compliments isn't bad. You didn't have to worry about saying the wrong thing or acting suspicious around them. Their minds and bodies just weren't good enough to revolt against you. Still, it made you happy that you could relax around them with no consequences.

The camp should be made with lighter-colored trees due to the different environments. The stone flooring of the building would cool the temperature slightly along with whatever air slips in. They should be feasting on the food they gathered and celebrate your return. You would enjoy the positive attention that you haven't truly accepted since you arrived here as they sing and dance awfully.

So, why did the sound of weak gasps and clashing weapons fill the air? Why did the well-accustomed smell of blood overwhelm your nose to the point where you could taste it?

Your answer came in the form of a woman with flowing silk hair adorned with red ropes strangling a hilichurl till it went limp. The body hit the ground with a thud as it dissolved into ashes leaving a splatter of blood and a cracked mask.

The spear twirled in her gloved hands as the crane-like cape followed her body as she surveyed the area. Her clothes were dyed in dark red as the ruby liquid shined on the head of her spear. The crane-like beauty of Shenhe is lost on you as your eyes never stray from the bloody cracked masked.

Stumbling without care for whatever sounds you make, the bushes shake as you walk through. Shenhe looks in your direction indifferently as you emerge from the shadowy trees. Weapon at the ready, she speaks harshly like the worst winters.

"This is a dangerous area, go to Liyue and get any wounds treated."

She turns her head prepared to leave when a choked gasp escapes you. Head still angled to the ground, your features are hidden from view as she watches you.

"The Hilichurls, t-they took me. Did you really k-kill them all?" A shiver and soft sob wracks your body as you bend to clutch your knees for support.

"Yes, you can get help at Li-" Her dismissive words are cut off by your coughing fit. Tears spring to your eyes as you lift your head up letting her see your masked face.

She steps through the blood-stained grass as the horns, arrows, and scrolls break beneath her steps. There's a twist of a cap before a flask is pushed roughly into your mouth. The stale water that Shenhe clearly doesn't drink helps the bile in your mouth go down with a bad taste.

She brings it away and closes it as she barely glances at your face. She moves to leave again but your hand wraps around her upper arm tightly. Your voice shakes with emotion as you begin to speak.

"Those Hilichurls-s dragged me with them and thanks to y-you they're dead. They're really dead aren't they?!" Shenhe narrows her eyes in distrust at the way you finish your words.

"Goodbye." Emotionless as always she moves to wretch her arm out of your grasp but ends up gasping in pain instead. Her stomach bleeds into the black bodysuit as your sickle stabs her stomach. The grip you hold onto her is bruising as you stare up at her with indifference.

"They were only working on their home. Is it a crime for them to simply exist? You can't even understand your own existence, let alone empathize with another's. What right do you have to deny them the bare minimum in a world they didn't ask to live in?"

The words come out coldly as your teeth dig into your lips. The spear is stabbed into your right shoulder making you release her with a pained cry. She pushes you away, letting the blood flow out of your wound as you press your free hand onto it.

"You must be possessed by a demon." An ice talisman is summoned between her fingers as Cryo envelopes her weapon. The deep cut you left on her stomach continues to bleed but Shenhe ignores it. Meanwhile, you continue to press against your wound as the blood stains your hand.

Shenhe takes a step in your direction before a loud roar captures both your attention. The Mitachurl rushes in Shenhe's direction holding a brand new Geo shield. She steps back quickly but not fast enough to dodge the shield bash.

The satisfaction you get from watching her nose break and bleed is short-lived as her elemental burst is activated. The Mitachurl is already weak and once she's done with it, she'll be after you. It's that quick realization that has you running away from the area.

Wouldn't it be good to test if the statue of the seven could heal you? You skid to a stop at the old Hilichurl camp as you quickly bring up the game screen. As much as you would like to teleport without it, that requires you to remember what the location looked like, which you definitely can't with how fast your mind is racing.

The map is pulled up and you move to select the waypoint closest to the statue when your instincts scream at you. Something’s coming, something’s coming!

Letting your body lead, you dive to the left and grit your teeth at the pain of new scrapes forming. You watch in a mix of fascination and horror as it's overwhelmed by ice maidens. The near-death experience only leaves your nerves shot as you jump to your feet and continue running.

Shenhe already finished the Mitachurl, she's coming after you. The crackling of ice following and the lowering temperature are signs that only push you to escape faster.

The only exit of the area is a narrow gap between two mountains and you are distracted for a split second. The beautiful tree that rests over the sealed Azdaha overshadows you with every bit of grace you always imagined it would have.

"Transfiguration!" You didn't have Shenhe but it didn't take a genius to know she was going to use her skill. You can't keep running, not with these wounds. Not like you can fight her either no matter what creator buffs you get, it won't help you against the adepti's disciple.

From your right, you can hear the sound of crackling fire and Geo clashing. Swerving to the right, an ice talisman cuts your cheek but it's worth it as you spot Samachurl.

It's a huge hilichurl camp, at least two Mitachurls must be here! Grinning, you don't stop and hop over the shoddily made fence before it's destroyed by the cryo woman.

The camp is quick to begin attacking Shenhe as they must have judged that she was far more threatening. A Mitachurl holding an axe, and a shield bearing Mitachurl rush at the messy woman as you peek behind you.

Her lips are pulled into a snarl but her posture is clean as her spear weaves to hit any weak spots. Yeah, even with the Samachurl and Hilichurls supporting, you didn't have much time to escape.

You sneak into the now-empty Hilichurl hall-like building and pull up the screen. Impatiently you wait for it to load as the fighting continues on. It loads and you select the map quickly and find the waypoint on Qingyun Peak.

The noises abruptly stop before there's loud thudding as the whole area becomes cold. Panicking you press the 'teleport' button multiple times as the steps shake.

Iridescent eyes that hold boundless rage as the red ropes slip off meet your smug eyes as the light engulfs you.

Rubbing your eyelids as the light dies down to show beautiful scenery, you sit on a cold stone blankly. Just how dumb were you? Groaning, you flop backward and stare at the sky tiredly.

What a great idea it was to stab a homicidal overpowered woman with trust issues and only a small sense of morality. That makes it twice now that you were chased by braided-hair women that wield spears, except this time you knew better and could have prevented it completely.

But... you really didn't want to. If she had killed them after you said a proper goodbye then you would be upset but not like this. You wouldn't have been willing to employ that tactic again.

Just mentioning it seemed to direct your thoughts back to that day. Just like today, you had started to fully trust and unknowingly depend before they were taken away without warning.

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A young man stands with shaky hands as he stares at the now-dead body of the homeless man he shot. A panicked chuckle escapes him as his vision blurs and shakes at the sight.

No one would have to know. No one would even know. Nobody cares about the homeless, let alone a stray cat.

You're almost positive of that, that was his thought process before he spots you staring vacantly at your adoptive father and Ashtray. The only family that you had.

Tears burn your vision as you look at the gun in his hands. A weak laugh leaves you making the man stare at you nervously. You weren't even 18, yet you lost your father for the second time. The only difference was that you actually loved and remembered him.

"I really have to thank you, ya'know?" There's a slight voice crack when you speak but you smile at the guy despite it. "I mean, he was just soo annoying."

He smiles at your words, seeming to calm down at the friendliness and accepting nature you showed. "I know right? Constantly trying to convince everyone to 'make the most of your situation' or 'try to enjoy life while we have it' like what a fucking joke!"

His slimy laugh is accompanied by your fake laughter. It didn't feel real, you didn't want it to be real. Your feet carried you closer and your hand rests on his shoulder.

"Tell me about it. At least the old man's dead now! I can finally do the shit I wanna do." Your dad's blood from all the gunshots sticks to the nasty clothes and your filthy skin like paint. He didn't deserve to go like this, he deserved someone that isn't as selfish as you.

"Can you even guess half the stuff he made me do? Man, if I had access to a gun like that, shit he would have died way earlier!" The cockroach in human skin laughs and rests his palm on the alleyway side. A perfect match considering they're both utter shit.

"You're hilarious. How about this? I can introduce you to the guy that got me a hold of this, you can get it real cheap too! Of course, you'll need to pay me back in some way..."

You don't like that look in his eyes, you hate this man with passion you never knew you held until now. He's brought closer to you as you give a slight nod.

"But before that, I just gotta ask. I'm so fucking curious." Smiling with pride he lets you pull him closer.

"Sure, what is it? Just don't ask me for this gun, I paid a shit ton of money for it." Laughter rings out softly as every cell in your body resists the urge to strangle him.

"Don't worry man, I just wanted to ask." Your head tilts to the side closer to his ear as you whisper.

"Just how fucking dumb are you?"

Squelch

Your hand is bruising on his wrist that's holding his gun. Blood seeps out of his mouth as he coughs. The knife you thrusted into his chest where you hoped the heart was pulled out.

He gives his best to struggle the gun into a position he can shoot you but you didn't survive this long to be weak enough for that. The gun clatters loudly as it hits the floor, his mouth opens to scream but your arm gags him.

Bite marks litter your sleeve, hands punch and grab at anything but it's useless as you stab him again. Stabbing him repeatedly your fake grin twitches and twists into something unhinged.

It's useless to resist, your actions scream as you bring his dying body to the ground. A chuckle leaves you as you raise the knife high into the air and watch his eyes go wide with fear. It's cathartic, nearly healing, but you know nothing will heal you after this.

You stab him for what seemed like hours until his body is bloody with torn clothes. Bile and spit drip out of his mouth as his eyes stay open, his mouth frozen in a screaming formation.

Thoughts stab at your consciousness as you stumble over to your father's dead body. You could have just called the police and had him arrested. Maybe get one of the people who liked your dad to avenge him. You didn't have to do that.

But you did and you couldn't regret it. Resting your head on your father's chest as the tears and broken sobs are muffled in his clothes you continue to berate yourself.

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The blinding pain from your wounds is what drags you out of memory lane. The new wound from Shenhe isn't something you even want to see anymore. The lightheadedness you got from the blood you lost is making you dizzy.

Your medical kit is dug out and you apply the proper care for it. It hurts to even lift it but there's no one to help you so you push past the pain. Slowly, you walk to the edge and look down.

Cursing your bad luck you stare at the statue of the seven on a floating rock piece. Gliding was hard by itself, let alone landing on a small piece with such little experience.

Hissing in pain, you clutch the wound and close your eyes. You didn't have much of a choice, if you wait too long you might get permanent damage. What if the statue couldn't even heal you, you'd be losing time to get to Bubu's Pharmacy.

With a few insults to Shenhe, you deploy the glider and set for the statue. It's not that far and you land fairly easily. Good enough for your first solo glide.

With wary eyes, you inspect your surroundings before touching the statue. The glow it gives off is almost traumatic to your first day after getting thrown into Teyvat. You can only hope that this time you'll be able to handle the Archons better.

The puncture in your shoulder seals up nicely until not even a scar is left. The scrapes, laceration from Mountain Shaper, neck wounds from Cloud Retainer, and even some injuries you failed to notice heal up completely. You note the slight discomfort you feel from the wounds you didn't get to clean. It seems the statue can't deal with healing and preventing infections.

Even still everything you wanted to do is done now, it's best you leave before- "Pardon me."

A smile graces your face with ease as you turn around to face the handsome man. An overwhelming aura that silently demands respect paired with the manners of a humble citizen.

Zhongli's eyes glow with elemental power as he speaks with a voice that lulls you into a sense of security.

"Would you be willing to answer some questions?"

The only question is whether he came here as Zhongli or as the Geo Archon.

This one had a lot of different things going on. From the hilichurl to Shenhe and the long awaited Zhongli! I know there's a lot of components in my story and I hate to confuse you guys so I try to give little explanations when certain things become relevant. I am glad to get part of Y/N's backstory out! This is explaining the single life Y/N 'selfishly' killed before being thrown into Teyvat. I hope you guys enjoyed the gradual shift when it comes to gliding. First Ayato carried, then a team glide with the guys and finally Y/N by themself! Now I really need to start Fontaine before I'm spoiled by social media. I'm too curious for my own good. Yet again, my editor did good on this chapter despite how many times I was berated for normal mistakes. (If your name is italicized that means I couldn't tag you.) Taglist: @vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl , @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @sielt, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @conspicuous-mayonnaise, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @sielt, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zenith, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx , @undecidingfate, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @zhonglisfruityass, @fluffy-koalala, @mer0n37, @victoria1676, @mochinessss, @sinnful-darling, @emilymikado, @pix-stuff, @esthelily, @luxie963, @emmbny, @millienolife, @kbar1013, @xxblackroses623xx, @chxrlxtteee, @aludicpoet

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First Game

Summary: You are getting to go to your Mums' game for the first time, but it isn't any ordinary game it is the Conti Cup Final

Warnings: Mention of vomiting (Alessia spins reader and Katie warns that she might throw up - thats it)

A/N: I know I said date night would be out first but this came to mind, it is a skip in time but I will go back and fill in. It's only short... Also if you have any ideas please send them through.

Today was the first time you were going to an Arsenal game. Katie and Caitlin wanted to wait a bit, well more like 2 years, before you came to their games, so every game day you were left at home with your babysitter, or occasionally with their friends but more recently it was Ella, one of your Ma’s many sisters. But today was different, they dressed you in a pair of black leggings, and the mini Arsenal Jersey they bought for you, your Ma had done your hair in plaited pigtails clipping two red bows at the top of them, and your Mum put you in your baby Nike Airs, much to your displease. They loaded you up in the car, it was only a short trip, but then you were put on a bus, it was longer, and you got very bored.

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“Wan” you said as you pointed to the jacket your Ma was wearing, your Mum handed her your jumper and tried to put it on you, “no,” you pouted as you stamped your foot. “Wan yours” “no, you can have yours or none,” your Ma told you, “hmf” you grunted in reply before crossing your arms and walking away, over to Kyra and Alessia. Your Mum’s had turned their backs and so Kyra quickly slipped her jacket on you, causing you to beam at her. “What, how?” “Kywa,” you pointed, still grinning ear to ear, your Mum glared at Kyra before picking you and walking out to the bench with you. Today the coaches walked out with the teams, something was said about it being a final, something about a cup.

You didn’t quite understand what was going on but it was all very tense, you sat intensely watching the ball, which Steph found very cute, as did all the other players, Caitlin was actually kind of relieved that you had the large puffy jacket on, which was way oversized, as it created a shield around your face, meaning you were safe from the public's phones. Your Mum had to go warm up and so you were handed to Leah, who you decided to have a short nap on, considering the game had been going for some time. At the 105th minute you were handed to your Ma as she was subbed off, which caused you to wake up, just 11 minutes later the stadium erupted in cheers as Stina scored the first goal of the game, putting Arsenal in front.

The full time whistle was blown and everyone jumped up, running to celebrate, you were handed off between staff members before you somehow ended up in Sam’s arms, but you weren’t mad, you quite liked Sam, and she was part of the blue team, blue was your favourite colour.

“Ma, Mummy” you cried out at one stage realising you didn't know where they were. “Hey y/n, its okay they’re over there, see” she said pointing and you nodded.

“I be wif em?” Sam shook her head, “no, because you see soon they are going to spray an adult drink on them and you are only little so you have to stay with me, but then soon you can go back with them,” you pouted as you gave her a small nod.

Not long after you Ma came running over, “Ma” you yelled, “Hi munchkin, do you want to go see Mummy and everyone else,” you nodded eagerly, “Thank you Sam,” she said as she walked away.

You were passed around player to player, them all celebrating with you and getting photos with you, Kyra put you on her shoulders and ran around causing you to giggle, Alessia threw you up into the air and then spun you around before she was cautioned by your Ma to stop, “If she throws up its your fault and you’re cleaning it,” those words caused Alessia to immediately stop and place you onto her hip, you just curled into her side, relaxing, she didn't mind at all.

The bus ride home was very noisy but you didn’t mind it, you just joined in the celebrations jumping up and down the aisle of the bus. Once you arrived home your Mum got you changed as your Ma filled a sippy cup up with milk, once you were changed into your comfy PJs you promptly climbed into their bed, right in the middle. “Oh do you want to sleep with us?” “Weep, ogether?” you asked with your best puppy dog eyes, “Of course,” You Ma said as she handed you your milk, they got under the covers, you laid in the middle of them as you watched a bluey episode, sipping on your milk.

“Its safe to say this wasn't how I planned on celebrating, especially considering we leave for international break tomorrow.” Your Mum chuckled, as she leant towards your Ma, who placed a soft kiss on her lips, “I know, but how could we say no to her?” “She really is adorable isn't she,”

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ereardon · 6 months

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Snowed In || Saturday [Jake Seresin x OC]

A Jake Seresin AU miniseries

Summary: When a massive storm shutters every airport in New York, you receive an unexpected call. Jake Seresin, the ex-boyfriend of your college roommate, is stranded at JFK with nowhere to go. Somehow you find yourself hosting Jake for a long weekend in your studio apartment. What happens when you realize that maybe your long-standing hatred for him was covering up something else?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Ella Finnley]

Trope: Forced proximity; enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, references to cheating, eventual smut

Wordcount: 4.2K

Masterlist here; Part one aka Friday here

You had spent seven years trying to reinvent yourself after college. Almost exactly three thousand miles between you and Stanford, and yet the ghost of who you had been haunted you.

The funny best friend. The sidekick. The mousy girl in class. The overachiever. The one who wasn’t invited to parties.

You had moved to New York after graduation and taken a job with a small newspaper, working your way up. Along the way you had gotten a haircut, figured out how to apply makeup with a wet beauty blender, how to dress for your small frame. You had traveled at every opportunity, made friends with people across the city, dated a hedge fund analyst and a bee farmer and a NYU professor. You had done everything you had wanted to do and more.

But when you laid down to sleep at night, or first thing in the morning, all of that change escaped you. And your mind immediately flitted to the version of yourself that you had once been but no longer were.

The girl Jake Seresin had known and loathed.

***

The day was bright. Blinding. You groaned, rolling over, taking the covers with you, trying to shield your papery eyelids from the light streaming through the blinds.

It was no use. You groaned, eyes flying open.

Jake.

For a split second you had forgotten that not ten feet away, Jake Seresin was hypothetically asleep on your couch.

Slowly, you sat up, peering over the edge of the couch. But it was empty. The pillow and comforter that you had laid out the night before folded neatly and set in the corner. You frowned. And then the sound of the tap in the bathroom caught your attention. A moment later it stopped and Jake emerged from the bathroom into the hallway, wearing a pair of joggers and a fresh shirt, hair damp. He smiled. “Hey Finn.”

That was it. Like he had forgotten how the two of you had left it the night before.

“I made coffee. Hope that’s OK. But you don’t really have much else,” he said, sitting down on the ottoman.

“Ugh, yeah, I meant to go to the store, but I never did.”

Jake shrugged. “I think that’s our only option at this point.”

You stood up, the pant legs of your silky pajamas pooling onto the cold hardwood floor as you crossed the room and placed one hand on the window. It was frosty. Blinding white from all the snow swirling in every direction. It made the air practically opaque. “Not it,” you replied, turning around with one finger pressed to the tip of your nose.

Jake laughed. “Fuck it, fine, I’ll go.”

You grinned. Maybe having him around wouldn’t be all bad. “You can go later if you want. I’m not a big breakfast person, anyway.”

“Later is good.” Jake sat on the edge of the couch. “Listen, Finn. About last night.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted and Jake’s eyes widened.

He laughed. A surprised chortle. “Jesus. Never thought I’d hear Ella Finnley apologize.”

“People change, Seresin.”

“I know,” he replied, his voice softer. “That’s what I keep trying to tell you.”

You looked him up and down. You had rarely thought of Jake Seresin in the almost ten years since the two of you graduated from Stanford. But when he did pop into your mind, it was almost always at the most random of times, triggered by a memory. The smell of a particular flavor of vodka that you remembered drinking at his fraternity house, or if someone on the street passed with a distinct Texas accent. The years had dulled your impression of him, coated him in a sepia film in your memory that automatically paired Jake Seresin with dickwad.

Maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong. Or perhaps he had done what you had tried to do.

Had he actually, fundamentally, changed for the better?

“I’m going to shower,” you said, hooking one finger over your shoulder.

“I’ll be here,” Jake said, looking around the studio apartment. The warm water helped wake you up, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the way Jake had looked when he said he had changed from your mind. There was something there that he had never embodied before. At least, not the Jake you had known.

You turned off the tap, wrapping up in a white towel and sitting down on the edge of the tub, grabbing your phone and dialing a phone number you hadn’t touched in ages.

She picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Suze,” you said, smiling.

On the other end of the line, Suzannah whopped. “Ellie! Oh my God, it’s been forever! How are you?”

“I’m good,” you whispered, trying not to be too loud. “Listen, I have a question for you.”

“Everything OK?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I, um, Jake Seresin called me.”

There was a pause. Then, “Why?”

You sighed. “He, um, he asked to stay with me. Guess he was stuck at the airport with the storm that’s coming in.”

Suzannah wasn’t one to stay quiet for long. She had an opinion about everything, from the color of your nails to the best way to load a dishwasher to why Santorini is only for tourists. So silence from Suzannah was telling.

“Suze?” you asked softly.

“I’m here,” she said after a moment. “What did you tell him?”

“He’s in my living room.”

“Where the hell are you?”

“The bathroom. Hiding.”

She laughed. “You fucking idiot.”

“Tell me why you guys broke up again.”

“Ellie,” she sighed. “You of all people know.”

You did. Jake had slept with not one but two of Suzannah’s sorority sisters while the two of them were on a break. But break in the Ross and Rachel definition of break. As in the two of them had parted ways for no more than three days before Jake had fucked the other girls.

“Why’d you call, Finn?” she asked. “You already made the decision to let him in, obviously. So what are you looking for me to answer?”

“Do you think people can change?” you asked.

“Yeah, I do,” she replied. “By people do you mean Jake?”

“Maybe.”

Suzannah sighed. “You’re smart, Finn. Always have been. But you don’t trust people and that’s your fatal flaw. To answer your question, yes, I think Jake always had the ability to change. I don’t date losers, babe, you know that. Even back then.”

I laughed lightly. “God, I miss you Suze.”

“Call more,” she said. “And not just because you’re hiding in your bathroom from my ex-boyfriend.”

“I feel like I’m twenty two again,” you replied. “Afraid to come out of the bathroom because you and Jake were fucking on the couch.”

“Sorry about that.” She didn’t sound sorry at all. “You need to go or else he’s going to think you have IBS or something.” Another pause. “Tell me something Finn, and don’t lie to me.”

You sucked in a breath. With Suzannah, you never knew where the conversation was going to go. “OK?”

“Is he still hot?”

You let out a snort. “Yes. Unfortunately.”

“That’s what I thought. Damn men for just getting better with age while I look like a sickly Victorian child at the ripe age of twenty nine. Anyways, I love you, call me when you’re no longer a fugitive in your own home.”

“Love you too, Suze.” You ended the call, shivering in the thin towel. When you realized you had left a change of clothes in the main part of the apartment instead of bringing something to the bathroom, you groaned.

Whipping open the door, you scampered down the long wooden hallway, shivering in the cold, rounding the corner on your tiptoes. Something hard hit you as your eyes were turned downward toward the floor. A solid mass smashed against your front and before you realized, you were falling to the ground, a small shriek echoing through the walls of your apartment as you and Jake tumbled to the floor in a heap of limbs, his fingers grasping for purchase on whatever he could.

Which just happened to be on your bare ass where your towel rode up.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as the two of you smacked against the floor, your heads thankfully bouncing lightly against the cream colored rug to your left.

Your eyes flew open as something heavy rolled over you, your knee pressing up into Jake’s crotch instinctively as his fingers touched your bare ass.

“Oh my God!” Jake groaned, rolling over you as quickly as he had rolled on top, curling into a ball, hands cradling his crotch.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you shrieked, kneeling next to him, gripping the towel around you with one hand, the other hovering over his pained body. “Did I get you?”

Jake moaned, nodding his head. “Yeah, Finn, you got me.”

You sat back on your heels. “Well you touched my ass so I think we’re even.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling onto his side. “Not even close, babe.”

“Don’t babe me,” you said, standing up, making sure to keep your legs closed under the short towel. “You’re fine.”

Jake grunted, pushing himself to sit as you rifled through the dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans and a tight henley bodysuit. You brushed past him on your way back to the bathroom to change and Jake’s hand reached out, fingers circling your ankle. You gasped, looking down at him. He smirked. “It’s a nice ass.”

“Oh fuck off, Seresin,” you muttered, tugging your ankle from his grip as he chuckled. “Your balls aren’t even sore are they?” you called down the hall.

“Oh, they are!”

“Dick,” you whispered to yourself, shutting the door.

***

“Finn?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I turn the TV on?”

You scowled. “What happened to independent reading time, Seresin?”

After towelgate, you had emerged into the living room with a plan. To make time go faster, you and Jake would divide the day like elementary school. Breakfast coffee followed by gym class, per Jake’s suggestion, independent reading and a late lunch.

“And what the hell are we supposed to do for gym class when there’s a blizzard outside?” you asked.

Jake shrugged. “Yoga?”

The two of you had struggled through a yoga video that you screencast on your TV, and after Jake had obviously been staring at your ass in downward facing dog you smacked him on the arm.

But an hour into reading and Jake was already calling it quits.

He put his book, a worn copy of Wuthering Heights from your bookshelf, off to the side, kicking up his feet onto the coffee table. “Let’s play a game.”

“Game time isn’t for an hour,” you replied, never taking your eyes off of your book, a new thriller by Ruth Ware. “God, are you sure you have a job? How do you focus on any work?”

“I bounce around a lot,” he said.

“Bounce around jobs a lot?”

“Bounce around projects,” Jake clarified.

You looked up, eyebrows raised. “What are you, a drug dealer?”

“Finn.”

“What?” you asked, eyes flicking back to your book. “You never were great in school.”

“Hey,” Jake cried. “I wasn’t great at Sawyer’s fiction seminar. Doesn’t mean I flunked out of any other class.”

“You flunked out of Sawyer’s fiction?” You laughed. “God, that’s bad.”

“It’s been nine years,” Jake said. “Can’t you let little things go?”

“Nope,” you said, putting your book down. Outside, the snow had slowed so you could finally see through the opaque wall of flurries. “Fine, since you can’t sit still, why don’t you go to the bodega.”

Jake frowned. “What do you need there?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Jake looked around before turning back to face you, eyebrows raised. “A hammer?”

“What the fuck would I need a hammer for?”

“Why are you sending me to the hardware store during a snowstorm?”

You bent in half laughing. “Wait, are you telling me you think a bodega is a hardware store?”

“Well isn’t it?”

“No,” you said, wiping under one eye. “It’s a fucking corner store. Bread, soda, beer. Chopped cheese. Midnight cigarettes.”

“You don’t still smoke, do you?” he asked.

“No, not anymore.”

“Me neither.”

You shook your head, standing up and grabbing your purse, pulling out a card. “Here, take this.”

“No way.” Jake stood, pushing the gold Amex away from him. “I got this.”

“Fine,” you said, sliding the card back into your wallet. “I don’t know, get us stuff to last another two days. Some pasta, maybe. Fruit so we don’t get scurvy.”

“Scurvy in two days,” Jake muttered to himself, shrugging on a jacket, “that’s new information.”

“Vodka,” you said. “And limes. I’m going to need to be drunk to deal with another day of being with you.”

Jake turned toward the door, shaking his head. “Aren’t you a delight, Finn.”

You tried to read while Jake was gone but every little sound in the hallway would make you look up. Finally, after five or so times of that happening, you gave up, setting the book down and sitting on the windowsill overlooking Fifth Ave.

He was gone for a suspiciously long time. So long that at one point you almost pulled out your phone to call him, convinced he had gotten lost, when the doorbell rang. A minute later, you tugged open the door.

Jake was covered in melted snow, huffing and puffing. He had two bags in each hand, and a bouquet of flowers under one arm. You frowned. “Flowers?”

He stepped inside, tracking muddy water into the foyer of the apartment and you grimaced. “For you,” he said and your heart skipped a beat. Jake set down the bags, holding out the bouquet of white roses. “For letting me stay.”

“Jake,” you whispered.

He smiled. “Just take them, Finn,” he said softly. “For once in your life, let me do something for you.”

“Fine,” you replied, taking the flowers and pressing them to your nose. They smelled clean and soft and you couldn’t remember the last time a guy had bought you flowers. You headed down the hall toward the kitchen. “Shoes off, Seresin. Stop tracking mud everywhere.”

“I know,” Jake said and he was close, so close behind you that you could feel his breath on your exposed shoulder. “I’m getting something to wipe it up.”

He reached around your body, grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser on the counter to your right, his chest brushing against your back before he pulled away. When he did, a rush of cold air hugged you tightly, reinforcing the fact that Jake was gone.

Once all of the groceries were unpacked, you and Jake were settled at the dining room table eating two bodega sandwiches.

“You’re like a kid who was left alone for the weekend, do you know that?”

Jake looped up from his bacon egg and cheese. “What makes you say that?”

“The groceries, Jake,” you replied. “Ice cream, cookie dough, Doritos, mac n cheese boxes? Seriously?”

“I got fruit like you asked,” he said, taking the last bite of his sandwich and wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. “Besides, it’s a snowstorm. Don’t we get a free pass?”

“Free pass for what?”

Jake stood, clearing his plate and your empty one. He smirked. “A free pass to do whatever we want, Ella. Whatever you wouldn’t normally do. Nothing is off the table.”

“I can think of a few things that are.”

***

Jake was better behaved with a full stomach. The two of you wrapped up reading time, and even played a game of Monopoly that you had found buried in your closet. Before long, it started to get dark, the sun sliding below the buildings until the sky was just a dark blanket peppered by the continuous snow.

You flicked the news on. “More snow is expected to fall across parts of Manhattan and the wider Tristate tonight,” the newscaster said. “We could see up to another six inches overnight.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, turning it off as Jake returned with two glasses. He handed one to you. “What is this?”

“Vodka tonic,” he replied and you took a sip. “Since I know you’re trying to get me liquored up so I’ll have to sleep with you.”

You sputtered, vodka spraying out of your mouth as Jake cackled, settling down onto the couch next to you.

“Easy there,” he said, patting your knee, squeezing gently as you wiped at your mouth.

“I think of the two of us, you’re the one that’s easy to get into bed, Seresin,” you murmured. His hand was still resting on your thigh.

“Maybe so,” Jake said, his eyes never leaving yours. “The couch isn’t too comfortable, you were right.”

“You’re not sleeping on the bed with me.”

“What if I beg?”

“Is that your kink? You want to have to beg for sex?”

Jake leaned back, taking a sip of his drink, his hand still hot on your leg. “Sweetheart. I’ve never had to beg a day in my life.”

You crossed your legs, letting his hand slip off. “Never say never, Seresin.”

***

Somewhere between the third and fourth vodka soda was when things started to blur. Jake had brought the bottle out into the living room, along with a pack of tonic waters and a lime on a cutting board. At some point, you kicked off your slippers, tucking your feet up beneath you and Jake did the same, scooting closer on the couch, one arm stretched out over the tufted back.

You leaned forward, reaching for more vodka, sliding a little and Jake’s arm shot out, catching you around the middle, suspending you in midair so you didn’t fall.

Your faces were close together. He was basked in warm light from the candles on the mantle and the soft yellow lamp in the corner. He smelled good and cozy and for a second, you could almost forget that he was Jake Seresin. He was just a really attractive guy in your apartment looking at you like he never wanted to tear his eyes away.

“How on earth are you single, Finn?” Jake asked, his fingers tightening around my side. His green eyes were clear and wide.

You grabbed the vodka bottle, dumping some into my glass, and Jake finally released me. But his knee was pressed against my leg still, warm and inviting. “I don’t like dating,” you said. “Every guy is the same. He’s Midtown East and he has three cell phones or he lives in Fidi and he works twenty hours a day or God forbid he’s from Brooklyn and he wants me to take the L on the weekends. He’s an Upper West side dick whose mother will never approve of me. He’s an Upper East Side prick who would never look my way because I didn’t go to prep school. Or maybe he’s another Stanford alum, but even then I probably won't be good enough for him somehow.”

“How could you not be good enough?” Jake whispered.

“You overestimate me, Jake,” you replied. “And you overestimate the New York dating scene.”

“You’re smart,” he said. “Beautiful. Charming in a really dickish, sarcastic way.” You laughed, head tossed back and Jake’s fingers on the back of the couch tickled your neck. “The whole package, El. Always have been.”

“You didn’t like me in college, Seresin,” you replied. “What made you change your mind?”

“Who said I didn’t like you in college?”

“You did! The way you always gave me shit and how you always avoided me if we were waiting for Suzannah at the same time.”

Jake shook his head. “I didn’t hate you. I’ve never disliked you a day in my life, Ella.”

“Then what?” you asked. “Why were you always so weird?”

Jake paused. You watched his jaw tense. He set his cup down on a coaster on the table and stood up abruptly. “We need more liquor.”

You frowned. “What? No, we still have vodka left.”

“Then we need gin.”

“I have gin.”

“OK, tequila.”

“Jake, what are you doing?” But he was already down the hall, pulling on his jacket, sliding into his boots. You scrambled off the couch. “Jake, wait!” But he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

You stood in shock. What had just happened? After a few minutes, you tugged on a coat and a pair of boots, slipping your keys into your pocket. The hallway was dark and empty, no sign of Jake.

Five floors later, you emerged in the lobby. “Ella!” Gerry the doorman looked up from behind the desk. “How are you sweetheart?”

“Hi Gerry,” you said. “Did, um, did a guy rush out of here a few minutes ago?”

He nodded. “Tall, blond, looks like a total player?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“He took a left, toward the park,” Gerry said. “Be safe, sweetheart. He looks like he’d break your heart.”

“He’s just a friend.”

Gerry nodded knowingly. “Friend. OK, doll. You be safe out there, it’s cold as all hell.”

You smiled, bursting through the double glass doors, getting smacked in the face by a gust of air. It burrowed into your skin, freezing you whole and despite the heavy coat your teeth chattered as you took a hard left down Fifth. Washington Square Park was five blocks away, but no way Jake had already made it that far, right?

No one else was out. Who would be so stupid as to go outside at nearly midnight in the middle of the worst blizzard in two decades?

Apparently you. And Jake Seresin.

You scampered across the intersection, crossing tenth street, hurrying as the wind gusted from one side, threatening to toss you into the nonexistent traffic on the avenue going downtown toward the park.

Up ahead, you spotted the familiar Washington Arch that stood at the northern part of the park. Snowflakes dotted your eyelashes and you blinked, pressing them away into liquid, before opening your eyes wide, spotting a familiar head bobbing down the sidewalk. “Jake!” you called out, your voice getting picked up and carried away in the wind. “Jake!”

Beneath your body, your feet scrambled along, pushing you closer.

“Jake!”

The man in the distance stopped and turned. The lights illuminating the arch highlighted him from behind. His jacket was too thin and as you approached you could see it was damp from snow, his hair sticking to his drawn face.

“Seresin,” you said, stepping closer until the two of you were only a few feet apart. “What the fuck? You’re like a shit baby daddy, going out for diapers and never coming back.”

“Get it all out,” he said. “Whatever you think of me, Ella. It’s time to air the dirty laundry.”

You frowned. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand what’s happening. One second we’re drunk and laughing and the next second you’re fucking running away and forcing me to chase you through a goddamn blizzard.”

“You didn’t have to chase me.”

“You left,” you said quietly. “What did you expect me to do?”

“Let me leave,” Jake said. “If you think I’m such a bad person, what do you care if I stay or not?”

“The real question is why did you hate me so much,” you whispered. “Back in the apartment. I asked why you hated me so much back then. And instead of answering, you made up some bullshit excuse about needing tequila. So answer, Jake. Or I’ll let you turn into an ice sculpture and I’ll sell you to 230 Fifth and their stupid fucking igloo bar as decoration.”

“I don’t hate you, Ella,” Jake said, stepping closer. Even drenched in snow he was warm. A furnace. “I never hated you.”

“So what was it then?” you demanded. “A Mr. Darcy thing? You ignored me and shut me out and gave me shit because you loved me?”

“Maybe.”

“What?” Stunned silence surrounded the two of you. If it was even possible, the snowflakes fell slower. As if they were suspended in the air. It was just you and Jake in the middle of Fifth Avenue in a snowglobe. You looked up at him, eyes wide.

“Did you ever think, Ella, that maybe I called you for a reason?” Jake asked quietly. “That maybe, just maybe, I spent eight years wondering about what had happened to the one girl who had seen me for who I really was and never let me get away with it? That maybe, just maybe, I took your feedback to heart and tried to change. And now I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For this,” Jake said, closing the distance between the two of you and sliding one hand around your neck, tipping your head back, bending down to press his lips to yours.

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wileys-russo · 4 months

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Would you ever consider doing a midnight confessions ficlet? :)

midnight confessions ficlet

"nah you can go shopping anytime come on!" mary whined, holding you firmly in her arms as you'd given up fighting her to let you go. "i'm your best friend and this is a dream of mine. you know how much i love whales and i don't want to experience this without ya!" mary whined, hitting you with her best puppy dog eyes.

"what if i get sea sick? i've got captain tooney trauma from the euros!" you groaned, stomach churning at the memory of ella renting a boat and almost sinking all of you on a day off last summer.

"already thought about that. voila!" she finally let go of you, fishing a small white packet out of her pockets with a grin. "sea sickness nausea preventative tablets." you read before looking at her with a quirked eyebrow.

"see? now go hurry up and change the vans are leaving soon!" mary pushed you toward the elevator as you sighed heavily but gave in none the less, handing her back the tablets and rushing off to change.

"she coming?" lotte asked appearing beside mary who nodded happily. "like she can ever say no to me!" the dirty blonde girl grinned, moving to take a seat in the lobby with the rest of the group who were set to go whale watching.

returning in record time you were changed out of your training gear from this mornings session, having gone for a coffee with alessia and ella afterwards meaning everyone else was already ready to head off.

a few of the girls opting to go shopping and exploring instead that activity seemed much more inside your comfort zone than the current choice, never a huge fan of the ocean or being trapped on it in a boat.

however the moment mary caught wind of that she'd spent the last hour relentlessly pestering you to change your mind, taking full advantage of the soft spot you had for her and knowing exactly how to play on it.

"think they'll ever realise they're in love?" georgia nudged ellie beside her and nodded to the two of you as mary pulled you to sit down right beside her and started to chat your ear off as you watched on with a clearly lovesick smile.

"stop that! no meddlin." keira jumped in from georgias other side as the two started to scheme ways they might be able to speed up the process of the inevitable realisation of your shared feelings.

"but-" "no, leave them be. both of you!"

after that the vans arrived to take you all to the dock where you'd catch the whale watching boat from, a few of the girls sharing knowing looks as you jumped onto marys back, your shared laughter echoing through the lobby.

"oh god." you mumbled sinking further into your seat as the captain warned the wind was going to pick up a little on your way out and you could be in for a bumpy ride.

"hey, you took two of the tablets right?" mary nudged you with a concerned frown as you nodded, your head falling to her shoulder as her arm stretched across your own, keira smacking georgia and ellie who snapped a few candid photos of the two of you with their cameras.

but within twenty minutes you'd perked up, collapsing into mary as you clutched your stomach with laughter at the girls and staffs attempts to shield themselves from the wind, spirits high within the group.

"you look like a little greek grandma!" you yelled teasingly at lotte over the howling wind who'd tied her jumper over her hat and sunglasses to stop them blowing away, the brunette only sticking her tongue out at you in response.

"maz your hat!" you threw your head back in laughter as mary screeched and her cap went flying off, one of the coaching staff thankfully having caught it as she held it down firmly on her head as the wind whipped her hair wildly around her face.

"smile you muppet." you grinned taking a video of her as she cheesed and gave you the peace sign, eyes widening as the hat slipped again and she instead yanked it off and tucked it beneath her sending you another grin.

finally arriving to the spot where the whales normally migrated everyones spirits had risen even higher, everyone taking the opportunity of the boat being moored in place to walk around and stretch their legs.

"jesus christ!" mary stumbled backwards as suddenly one of the whales breached a hundred or so metres away and everyone rushed around to that side of the boat, two more appearing as you felt arms wrap around you.

you dipped your head back to smile up at your best friend whose arms settled themselves around your neck and her front pressed into your back as her chin rested on your shoulder, pointing out the whales and rambling off fact after fact as you reveled in her excitement.

the two of you so caught up in each other you failed to miss the lingering gazes of your teammates or the hushed whispers about how cute the two of you were, photos snapped and keira doing her very best to stop georgia or ellie rushing over to point out the obvious.

"best day ever." mary beamed, her grin so wide you wouldn't be shocked if her cheeks hurt later this afternoon, eyes fixated on the whales which continued to breach and splash around now a little closer.

"and its all the better i get to share it with you." mary squeezed you a little tighter, your face softening as you kissed her cheek and turned back toward the whales, missing the way her cheeks flushed bright red and she cleared her throat.

georgia noticed though and her eyes nearly rolled back into her head, nudging ellie beside her who was watching on with an amused smile, fiddling with the digital camera in her hands.

"utterly and painfully clueless, the pair of em."

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description: In which sam kerr falls in love with sabrina carpenter’s best friend, a world renowned pop star who happens to be in australia for the world cup

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disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: language, cuteness - like so much, mutual pining

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The show began just as usual, y/n and Sabrina dancing out to the screams and cheers, however this time, it was strange for y/n to know her celebrity crush was watching from the VIP box.

As y/n got out she shielded her eyes so she could look out on the crowd, faces grinning back at her and her best friend. y/n chanced a look up at the box and waved at the Tillies who cheered back.

"Adelaideeee!" y/n sung and the crowd got louder. "It is so good to see you sexy people!" She shouted.

"y/n means that to some more than others." Sabrina added. "Particularly single soccer captains." She adds.

y/n's head snaps to her best friend who giggles as the crowd goes wild, though y/n's obsession with football is well known, it wasn't often that her celebrity crushes were outed.

As y/n was very close with a few of the lionesses and now more of them, y/n had tried to stay clear of ending up in bed with any other ones of her friends professions, though had failed a few times.

However, the lionesses all knew about her very big crush on Sam Kerr, the single footballer being a sort of obsession for the singer and the group had promised Sabrina whatever she wanted if she made something happen that night.

"It's football." y/n adds to Sabrina who scoffs.

"It's soccer." Sabrina counters.

"Football."

"Soccer."

"Football."

"Soccer."

"Football."

Sabrina huffed at her stubborn best friend and the crowd laughed and cheered for their favourite duo.

"I guess we should do some singing." y/n sighs and the crowd gets louder as the intro plays.

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As it got to the end of the show the outro as usual started to play and the crowd cheered again as y/n took Sabrina's hand, the two swinging their interlocked fingers manically.

"Ya girls are crazy but feeling so free." y/n sang, people cheering as Sabrina giggled.

"Ya'll so hot, it's raising the degrees." Sabrina improved back, the crowd cheering as she winked, y/n panicked not having thought about her improv much.

"Sam Kerr I am single please DM me." y/n finished, Sabrina howling in laughter as y/n covered her mouth and crouched down, her heels helping her pop a Japanese Squat as she covered her face.

The crowd went crazy, cheers and screams echoing as the Matildas all cheered and patted their single captain on her back, Sam trying her best to not appear as if her cheeks were on fire.

"I'm sorry I panicked." y/n said into the microphone, still laughing with Sabrina.

"But seriously Sam, DM cause she's this hot on a Sunday." Sabrina states and the crowd cheers again.

"Okay shush." y/n laughs and the crowd cheers once again as the light finds the Matildas.

The screams get louder once the crowd see their football team and Sabrina laughs again when the camera zooms in on Sam who winks, y/n turning around and burying her face into her hands.

"Man life is tough." y/n sighs into her mic and everyone laughs at her again. "Anyways." She adds.

"Thank you so much for an amazing night." Sabrina says. "Ya'll have been amazing!" She adds.

"One hundred percent, you guys have been such a good crowd and thank you for that! We appreciate you all so much, the fact you buy these tickets, make these signs." y/n continues.

"Yeah, it is fantastic and we are so thankful for you all." Sabrina nods.

y/n smiles as the crowd cheers and she walks to Sabrina and wraps an arm around her friend's shoulders, the two waving out to the crowd as something is thrown at y/n.

"What's that?" y/n asks, reaching out and catching it to the shock of most people. "Oh it's a bra." y/n sighs before throwing it behind her.

"I really hope that wasn't worn." Sabrina says as y/n nods.

"And now someone has lost their cute bralette." y/n says sadly.

"Also, I hope that wasn't for you, because I tell you what she could get in that, half a tit." Sabrina says, pointing at the discarded blue bralette which was for a b-cup, definitely not y/n's size.

The crowd laughs of that and the girls say goodbye one more time before walking away to the screams and cheers as they finally get to backstage and help the crew get their mic packs off.

"This top is so tight, I'm going to have gone down a cup size by the time I get out of it." y/n huffs causing Sabrina to burst into laughter as they walk into their dressing room.

"Oh." Sabrina says and y/n's mouth drops at the Matildas who are all waiting for them.

"Holy SHIT." y/n shouts. "It's Mackenzie fucking Arnold." She says grabbing Sabrina's hands.

"I can see that sweetie." Sabrina snorts.

"Holy shit, it's y/n l/n!" Mackenzie calls back, just as excited to meet the world famous popstar.

y/n turns around for a brief moment, closing her eyes as she tries not to make herself look incredibly uncool which she knew she already had.

"Sorry, she panics." Sabrina apologises causing the team to laugh. y/n then turns back around and sighs.

"Apologies, I panic." She nods and the group laughs again. "I am a very big fan." She adds to Mackenzie.

"We are massive fans of ya." Mackenzie says back and y/n grins as a younger girl comes bounding over.

"Hi, I'm Kyra, I'm like a massive fan of you both." She admits and y/n grins pulling her into a hug which Kyra squealed at.

"You've just joined Arsenal haven't you?" y/n asks as they pull away and Kyra nods. "You're so talented!" She coos and Kyra looks as if she could have fainted.

"Right, can we please get these shoes off and change, then we can go out to dinner as planned?" Sabrina asks and y/n huffs.

"You never tell me anything, but yes please, my feet hurt." She adds as she and Sabrina shuffle over and hop their heels off, talking with the group of Australians as they do so.

After twenty minutes of getting to know them and laughing Sabrina and y/n quickly change behind their screens, coming out in dinner outfits and get ready to leave.

"Back again tomorrow." Sabrina smiles as she and y/n look around their dressing room, the Matildas having already been ushered out and into the cars.

"Sold out three nights at Adelaide, crazy." y/n laughs.

"50, 000 people a night." Sabrina adds and the two share a grin before grabbing their bags and walking out into the warm Australian air.

There are two cars waiting and Sabrina smirks, sharing a fist bump with one of their drivers as she tells y/n she will go in one car, and y/n in the other.

"Okay." y/n hums.

Sabrina kisses her cheek, and y/n smiles before getting into the car and buckling herself in, she then pauses when she realises who else in the car. Sam Kerr watching with a small smile.

"Oh that little shit." y/n sighs, placing her head in her hands.

"And here's me thinking you'd be excited." Sam chuckles as they pull away from the Oval.

"Would you be if you'd just admitted to 50, 000 people that you find me hot?" y/n laughs and Sam chuckles.

"I'd be happy to tell the world that I find you hot." Sam shrugs and y/n's head snaps up as she feels as if Sam had just stolen her lungs from her with a simple sentence.

"Okay, cool, cool cool cool." y/n nods before groaning. "Jesus, I am not usually this shit a flirting Christ." She scolds and Sam laughs.

"Ah, you're not doing too bad." Sam promises. "But there's no way for me to convince you to become a Chelsea fan?" She asks cheekily and y/n snorts.

"You'd have better luck trying to stop the night coming Kerr." y/n laughed and Sam chuckled.

"On last name term now are we, l/n?" Sam asks and y/n shrugs innocently.

"I didn't realise we were on first name terms." y/n says simply and Sam chuckles as she offers her hand out.

"Samantha." Sam offers and y/n smiles, placing her hand in Sam's.

"y/n." y/n smiles, but her cheeks darken when Sam brings her hand up to her lips to kiss it lightly.

"So, y/n." Sam begins. "I seem to have a problem as I can't seem to remember my number, can I just have yours instead?" She asks.

y/n lets out a delighted laugh at that, Sam's smile turning into a grin at the sound of the singer's laugh. y/n shakes her head at the flirt but can't calm the butterflies which have yet to settle in her stomach.

"Give me your phone then superstar." y/n chuckles, Sam smiling in pride as she watched y/n type in her number onto her phone and hand it back to her.

The car pulls to a stop and y/n calls out a thank you to her driver who reassures her it's no trouble. Sam slides out first, making it around to y/n's door so she can help her out.

"What a lovely lady you are Sam." y/n chuckles and Sam winks at her as she wraps an arm around her.

"Only for you Chick." Sam hums and watches delightedly as y/n's cheek flare again, especially as Sam's teammates cheer suggestively as they finally join the rest.

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"So, did you actually improv the DM me line?" Sam asked y/n, the two were sat watching Torrens. It was late in the evening now and most of the girls had gone back to their camp other than Sam and y/n.

The world cup didn't kick-off for another twelve days, but training was brutal, and the girls had a rather late session tomorrow so they could come to the show tonight and increase social media talk.

"Yep, completely panicked." y/n chuckled, the 3am air not as bothersome since Sam gave her the jacket.

"And you genuinely are attracted to me?" Sam asks.

"Insanely attracted to you." y/n groans, Sam chuckling at that.

"And you wouldn't mind if I kissed you right now?" Sam asked.

"Not at all." y/n said, before she paused and realised what had been said. "Wait, what..." y/n began but lips being placed on hers shut her up.

The kiss was still, soft, a long peck but it was what they both had wanted all night and as they pulled away Sam grinned at y/n's shocked look.

"I wanna take you out." Sam hummed and y/n nodded aimlessly.

"Anytime, anyplace, anywhere." y/n breathed and Sam laughed as she wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

"You've got a place near London right?" Sam asks and y/n nods.

"Yeah." She hums.

"So if it goes well, we can definitely continue back in England." She adds and y/n smiled.

"Bet." She nods.

"Bet indeed." Sam chuckles.

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“I HATE YOU !” - Batfam/Batkids x fem!reader/Batmom

Synopsis : Not everything is always made of sunshines and rainbows. Sometimes, things go wrong. Sometimes, your children lash out at you, and scream : “I hate you !” before storming off...A story about how you handle those burst of anger from each of your kids, over the span of a few years.

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DICK

"I HATE YOU !!”

He screams, running off and closing the door behind him violently.

BANG !!

You’re not sure that “bang” is the sound of the door slamming, or your heart breaking.

This was the first time your child said something so hurtful to you. And it was quite a shock. You weren’t sure how to react.

As if moved by instinct, Bruce immediately moved next to you, and put an arm around your shoulder, as if to shield you from the hurt. It was only a little bit comforting...

When he was younger, Dick struggled greatly with his anger. He had trouble managing it, and it’s only after a big fight with Bruce, and some times apart, that he truly started to understand himself, and become the man he was now.

The reason he left with the Titans, and then later, left for Bludhaven...was his mismanaged anger. And it was also yours and Bruce’s fault. You were still new parents, you were still learning, you didn’t always have the best reactions.

Bruce would react with anger too, which he knew now was the worst thing he could do. But to his defense (and you would always defend him), he was also just processing his trauma, and trying to navigate how to “tackle” his son’s own traumatic experience. He wasn’t sure how to act, with that kid.

He was too strict, he expected too much, because he wanted Dick to NOT reiterate his own mistakes. He wanted his boy to feel better, to be able to be happy...something he thought he could never be again, before meeting you.

It took a very long time for Bruce, to get out of this dark pit he buried himself in. He didn’t want Dick to take the same path. He wanted him to NOT be a second “Batman”. He wanted him to be his own man.

Which lead to a lot of mistakes. But hey, you couldn’t be a perfect parent all the time. And let’s admit it, Dick wasn’t always easy to handle. Especially during his fits of anger, which he sometimes had when he was young, and which slowly disappeared during his teenage years (although even today, if you truly managed to make him angry, he could get quite scary...Ah, but like father like son).

You didn’t even remember why he told you “I hate you”, it was all a blur now, years later. But you remember how you felt.

Heartbroken, like you failed as a parent. As if you weren’t enough for that little boy, who had lost everything and was “forced” to become part of your family.

That simple “I hate you” had triggered so many questions in yours and Bruce’s mind. How could you react ? Not like he gave you the time to, as he left the room right away.

What was the right reaction ? What if he did truly hate you ? What could you do to salvage this relationship ? What-

You were both so lost.

You would do many more mistakes as parents, but that day-

That day, things got resolved on their own, as Dick came back a few moments later, with an apologetic look on his face.

It was clear he wanted to pretend nothing had happened. Yet, that child had already a lot more emotional intelligence than most, and instead of ignoring everything, he just said :

“You know I love you, right ?”

And that was the end of it. And a first step to understand an important, and key thing about raising a child : sometimes, they WILL lash out at you. And say they hate you. But they never truly mean it. It’s just a way of processing an overwhelming amount of negative emotions. A way to protect themselves.

“I hate you.”, often comes from the opposite feeling. They love you so much, but they’re angry, and they think of the first thing that could hurt you and-

Dick never said it again after that. In fact, it was almost a biggest traumatic experience to him, than it was to you. Because he hated feeling this ugly things, and he hated hurting others, especially not those he loved. “I hate you”, were words he never meant towards anyone. He felt so bad, about telling them to you and Bruce, who took him in as your own child.

But beyond that, what made him entirely stop even thinking about saying that again. Beyond that, he never said it again, even when he fought with his dad, because he knew. He never crossed that limit again, because he knew. Him most of everyone, knew. Life was so short, and what if the last thing he told you or Bruce was : “I hate you ?”

He could never forgive himself. And for him too, this was an important step. One step closer, to controlling his anger, to understand himself, to let himself feel, and explain his feelings.

Yes. This first “I hate you”, was an important moment for all of you. Parents, and child. A first stone set upon a building, that would grow each year. A first experience showing that not everything could be perfect, and that mistakes would be made.

But as long as you were there for each others, and as long as you knew that no matter what, you would always love one another...You’d pull through the hardest times.

JASON

Talking about the hardest of times.

Jason was a good kid. He never once told you he hated you, before his death. On the contrary. The boy never shied away from expressing his feelings.

He would outright tell you and Bruce, that he loved you. He would show you by countless kind acts towards you two, that he was the happiest he’s ever been, since you adopted him.

Finally. Finally he felt safe and loved. Finally he had an actual family, people who cared about him...Why would he tell them that he hated them ?

No. Never would it have come to Jason’s mind to use those words towards you.

Oh, oh but after his death ? After his traumatic resurrection ? After he came back to Gotham City, only to find out you not only “replaced” him (his feelings towards Tim at first were...complicated), but you also never killed that hateful clown ??

Jason hated you. He hated you so much.

But it was because he loved you. He always worshipped you and his dad, viewed you as those perfect beings who saved him from a life of misery. This was probably “his” first mistake...Nobody was perfect.

But in Jason’s eyes, his mom and dad were. You and Bruce.

And so when he came back, and neither of you avenged his death, he felt so hurt that-

“I hate you.”

Those words, he said them a lot. In total contrast of him before the “incident”, before it all went to sh-.

“I hope you know I hate you. So much. I wish I had never met you.”

He wasn’t “half-assing” it, Dick would say. No. He definitely went “full ass” on you and Bruce, not hesitating for a second to express his high level of anger towards you two.

And the worst ? Neither of you were mad at him for it, on the contrary. His words summed up years of your life. Years of you two hating yourselves for not being able to save your son, and not having the guts to go through with it concerning “The Joker”.

You didn’t even think about defending yourselves. You understood how hurt he was. You-You deserved his anger. You deserved his hate.

Ah, but Jason never really truly hated you. Deep down, his harsh words were born from feeling hurt and rejected.

You two were the only persons who ever made Jason feel safe. When he came back, and saw you “moved on”, that you weren’t mourning him anymore (which wasn’t true, it might’ve appeared like that for the sake of Dick and Tim, but neither you nor Bruce could ever heal from one of your children’s death, the wound would always bleed), and that you didn’t take revenge-

He felt like it had all been fake. Like you never loved him. Like you lied to him, all those times you called him your son, or when you told him you loved him, and that he meant so much to you.

Jason hated you, because he thought you never loved him. How ironic, right ?

Thinking back to it, maybe you should’ve been more obvious with your feelings. Tell him since the first day you realized he came back, that you loved him, and that living without him was torture.

That losing him was unbearable, and that you and Bruce almost broke for good (but had to be strong for the rest of the family).

Maybe, you should’ve told him everything right away. And not let his anger fester. Not let him say more and more “I hate you”s. Maybe...

Ah, but it was easy, to look back at an event and think : “what if ?”.

Unfortunately, it didn’t go that way. You were so shocked by Jason’s anger towards you, and thought so much you deserved it, that you didn’t immediately tell him how you truly felt.

And it took all of you so much time, to finally talk. To finally understand each other. To finally forgive. Jason, to forgive you. You and Bruce, to forgive yourselves.

So much wasted time...

Jason would always regret how he told you many times he hated you. Because it was never true. What he wanted to hear, in answer to those words, was : “I love you.”...He just didn’t know how to process all his emotions.

And you would always regret that it took you so damn long to finally chase after your son, and make sure he knew you loved him. Make sure he knew he meant everything to you.

It wasn’t a work you did alone. Thanks god for Alfred, Dick, and even Tim.

And thanks god for Jason’s strength, for how he was able to forgive, even as he-

Yes. This would be a great source of regret for all of you. Maybe that was why, nowadays, Jason would NEVER shy away (once more) to say “I love you mom”, and why you made sure you told him, and showed him your love, every chance you got...

TIM

Even the most loving, sweetest kids, sometimes say hurtful things.

Tim was one of those adorable children, who always wanted to help, whom you could always count on, but who would hide away his feelings too much for his own good, and would eventually break.

“When coming from a child in whom there is generally a love-based relationship, ‘I hate you’ is a normal part of emotional and psychological development”, said a psychotherapist to you once (mental health issues were given a very important place, in the Wayne’s household...None of you ever felt ashamed of needing a little professional help at times).

You experienced it with Dick and Jason. You knew it would eventually happen with Tim. Especially since he could be a little emotionally stunted at times.

Tim wanted SO MUCH to help, and to save everyone, and to be there for the one he loved...he would often burry his own feelings, and pretend everything was ok. And sometimes, like a volcano, he would explose.

Like today. But you were expecting it.

It hadn’t been long since, unfortunately, Conner passed away.

Conner Kent was an important person for your family. You always adored the kid (and he was the source of the very few fights you had with Clark, as you hated how he initially treated the boy). But he was probably the most important to your Tim.

Although he never admitted it by then, you were pretty sure your son was in love with Superboy. That they weren’t only the best of friends. And you were pretty sure Conner shared his feelings...

But now, now they could never truly talk about it.

Because Conner was gone. And he wasn’t coming back (A/N : yeah you know, comics, so we know he’ll eventually come back, but for the drama of it all, it seemed at the time that he wasn’t going to).

It was hard for your son to process that. He became even more obsessed with his “work”, skipping school to spend all his time on his vigilante cases.

And that day, he had skipped school once too many, and you and Bruce decided you would ground him. Forbid him, for a little while, to go out as Red Robin. And-

And that probably wasn’t your best idea. Probably wasn’t how you should’ve handled that at the time. Punishing him wasn’t the way to go, you knew that now. Oh, but it was easy, when you had the few steps back years later, to realize your mistake. On the moment though, it seemed like the only thing to do to save your son from dying out of exhaustion.

His reaction was both expected, and unexpected.

You knew he would snap at some point. You just didn’t expect him to snap because he was grounded...

“I HATE YOU !!” He screamed, truly angry, throwing a book across the room.

But you knew. You knew he didn’t hate you. He was hurt, and sad, and he didn’t know how to handle all his emotions.

He didn’t hate you, he hated himself.

He hated himself for not being able to save his friend. To save the man he loved. To-

Tim always made it his mission, to save everyone. Especially those close to his heart. And so this, was a failure he had a hard time handling.

It translated in that “I hate you” he threw your way.

But you knew. You knew how he felt.

“Well, it’s too bad, because I love you.”

You answered, and you could see he was taken aback by this. You could see he was struggling with himself, and wasn’t sure what to say.

“I love you, Tim. I love you so much.”

Tears. Welling up on the corner of his eyes. And then it was another kind of volcano erupting...

All sign of anger disappeared, as he collapsed in your arms, and finally-

Finally let himself mourn the death of his best friend, and first love.

DAMIAN

It happened not long after your youngest boy came into your life.

Damian had disappointed his dad. He knew it. He had killed a man, because he thought it was the only way to stop him from hurting his family.

It came from a good intention. He wanted to stop someone from arming his loved ones. He wanted to permanently make sure that person wouldn’t come back one day, and kill his dad, his siblings, or you (he hadn’t yet came to call you “mom”, but it would come soon).

It came from good intentions.

He wanted to protect. And the only way he was taught how to do that, while in the League of Shadows, was to kill. Because, what was more permanent than death ? What would assure your safety, but to kill the danger ?

But your son knew. He knew he wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. He knew his father expected him to do better. He knew...Yet he hadn’t been able to control himself. And he was feeling really bad about it.

Of course, Bruce would forgive him. Would not give up on him. But still, Damian disappointed him. He disappointed you. Or so he thought, at least.

He was feeling so bad about himself...And here it came.

Instead of expressing his feelings about all of that, instead of putting into words, or in drawing form for example (his go-to way to express himself), he lashed out.

And unfortunately, you were in his way. He turned his negative feelings towards you, but you weren’t about to let him run with it.

Damian wasn’t your first child. You had dealt with the “I hate you” phrase before, hell you even had to go through the very painful “You’re not my REAL mom” one (you can read this in that story : “You’re not my real mom”)...You more or less knew how to handle it now.

An immediate emotional response would only make it worst. And so, as Damian yells :

“I HATE YOU !!” at you, after you tried to talk to him about what he did (you wanted to comfort him, he took it the wrong way...which could happen with anyone), you took a deep breath.

You stayed silent for a few seconds. And then you looked at him right in the eyes, and said :

“No, I’m sorry. You may not speak this way to me. Let’s try to calm down first and then get to the bottom of what is going on. I can tell you are feeling very stressed, angry, overwhelmed. I can imagine a lot is going on and it’s making you feel such strong emotions inside, emotions of 'hate.' You probably feel you hate everything, all the things you need to do and all the stuff 'we' make you do. It’s hard. I know. Let’s talk about it.”

Damian was stunned. He did not expect this response. He thought you would hate him in return, or be mad at him.

“Hating me or using those words to express your anger is not going to help you fix how you’re feeling. It may make you feel 'good' in the moment of saying it, but not later. You will likely feel regret, feel sorry, feel bad. That doesn’t feel good. So, no saying that. But let’s talk about all the stress you feel. Let’s talk about your feelings, Damian. Please. Tell me what’s wrong, and how we can fix it."

Damian wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t.

He had never been taught to accept failure. Nobody ever told him it was ok to not feel well. Nobody- Nobody ever expressed understanding towards him.

He felt his throat choking up. He felt tears coming to his eyes. He felt-

He turned away from you, still use to hide those feelings. Still used to not show any sign of weakness. He turned away- But you delicately caught his chin in your hand, and turned his face back to you.

And in your eyes...In your eyes, he could see that you wouldn’t give up on him. That you wouldn’t turn away, even as he made mistakes. That you were here for him. That you-

That day, you received from him a hug. The very first hug he ever gave you. And of course, you answered it by wrapping him in your own arms.

And Damian felt safe. Wanted. Loved. And he heard himself spill everything to you. He heard himself talk to you about his worries, about how he hated himself, about-

Everything.

He told you everything. And most of all, he told you that of course, he didn’t hate you. He could never hate you.

CASS

Cass wanted to hurt you. She was so angry, frustrated and upset, that her next few words were specifically aimed at hurting your feelings :

“I hate you.”

She says flatly, yet in a very definite tone. She knows what she’s doing, and she knows she’ll most likely regret it later. But right now, blinded by rage, she says those dreadful words anyway.

Unfortunately for Cass, by now, you knew that when one of your children lashed out at you in that way, they didn’t truly mean it. You and Alfred came to an analogy, for when your kids would suddenly want to hurt you with their words :

They were like a tea kettle.

In that way, that when the water's boiling, the kettle sings, and is too hot to handle. It takes time for the water to get back to room temperature. Right ? Well, when their water was too hot, they simply couldn’t think clearly anymore, as they entered fight or flight mode. Which is why they reflexively use the hate word, to "protect" themselves from their vulnerable feelings.

Right now, Cass’ water was way too hot, for reasons that honestly wouldn’t matter anymore in a few hours. And so she said : “I hate you.”

Step by step. A deep breath. A small silence. And then you say :

"No, you don’t hate me. But I know that at times we don’t see eye to eye or it feels I am in your way or that I don’t understand. You’re right, I don’t always understand, but I want to. Sometimes, I am in your way, simply because I am still raising you. It’s OK if you don’t always agree with me. My job is not for us to agree on everything but to hopefully provide you with what you need for a few more years until you’ll take care of yourself all on your own."

This seems to fuel her rage even more. How dare you be understanding, while she’s trying to hurt you ? How dare you answer her bile with kind words ?

"I get that you’re angry but hate is not the way to label that or express that. I want us to be able to discuss our differences and even teach each other things. I also want to hear what you have to say. So, no more saying, 'I hate you’, regardless of how angry, frustrated, or stressed you feel. From now on, you will just tell me about your feelings and I will listen. Alright ?'

Not alright. At least for her, in that moment. Instead of talking, she glares at you, turn around, and leaves, slamming the door behind her, with all her might. Too angry to listen, or to talk. And you know what ? It was ok.

It was ok, if things weren’t immediately resolved in the moment. You had learned that, over the years. It was ok, if right now, she was not willing to talk it out. To explain. To release her anger. She just needed time. And that was ok.

And so you let her storm off, and waited.

You didn’t have to wait for very long. A few hours later, she came back to you. Looking ashamed, and sad.

Ah, but you made sure she had nothing to feel ashamed off. It was ok to be angry, it was ok to not know how to handle one’s own emotions. It was a good learning process, wasn’t it ?

“Sorry.”

She told you, and what else was there to do, but to take her into your arms ?

DUKE

“I hate you..”

Duke whispers, and although you know he doesn’t mean it, your heart still squeeze in that very uncomfortable way...

But you understood. You understood.

You and Bruce just signed official papers to make him your son, as his parents weren’t getting any better, and it was clearer and clearer they would never heal from what the Joker did to them.

But Duke still had hope. He still thought they could be saved. And he held onto that hope, even as he slowly settled in his life at Wayne Manor. Even as, despite himself, he slowly started to see you and Bruce as his second parents.

And here you were, sighing adoption papers, making it official that his parents would never be the same ever again.

To him, you were representing his shattered hopes. He had truly lost his parents...

Of course, he would “hate” you in that moment. Of course. But by then, you were used to your children not being well, and lashing out their negative feelings at you. So you start by saying :

"There is a lot going in your life and I can understand how sometimes you just want nothing to do with any of it, and that-”

“DON’T ACT AS IF YOU UNDERSTAND !”

He does not let you finish, and his whispers turn into screams. He feels so angry, so lost, so desperate. His last hope of having his parents again is gone, and you’re trying to comfort him ??

Proof that, even after decades of being a parent, you don’t always have the right words, or you don’t always do the right thing to soothe your child.

You take a step back, a deep breath, and-

You don’t say anything. This wasn’t the “I hate you” screamed because you told him “no” about something. This was the “I hate you” born from utter desperation and sadness. He still didn’t mean it. But he needed to say it.

So you let him.

You feel Bruce’s hand on your back, as per usual, your husband is always near for you. You’re stronger, together. He’s your rock, you’re his pillar.

Together, you can face this. You can go through it because you know you have support. You know he’s going to be there for you, and you for him. It makes things so much easier, to know there’s at least one constant in your life...

You don’t say anything, and you let Duke tell you a few more times that he hates you. You let him leave the court, and run off on his own. You’re worried, of course, but you know-

You know he needs the time alone. You know he needs to process things, alone. You know he’ll come back to you, once he’ll feel ready.

And so for now, you and Bruce wait. His arms around you, yours holding him. Comforting each other with your mere presence. His fingers massaging your scalp, your hands running soothing circles on his back.

You’re not alone for this. You’re parents, together. And you’ll figure that out, together. Worst things come to worst...There’s always Alfred, to run to for advices, right ?

But you got this. You got it.

And Duke does too. Right now, he needs to be angry. But he’ll come around. And he’ll realize that truly...He’s not actually alone in this.

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A short bonus story, as I only managed to write this today (feeling a bit under the weather). I hope you liked it nonetheless ! As per usual, comments/reblogs always greatly appreciated, motivating, and welcomed <3. Thank you in advance, and see you soon with a longer, more fleshed out story.

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harlowtales · 6 months

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A fun night with friends gets tense as Jack x Reader fight and make up 😈 👶🏼

18 + drama,sex,language

It seems like with a new baby all you had done for weeks is breastfeed and sleep. Jack took time off but was busy with diaper changes and doing extra work around the house. Jack didn’t want any nannies. He stayed up at night with daughter Ella who insisted on waking up at 3AM to be entertained.

Both of you had been so consumed with baby Ella you were completely off the grid. Neither of you knew what day it was. Jack decided to have the guys over for a games night. That way he could have some fun and still be with you and Ella.

“Can you get that babe? I’m just changing Ella” Jack called out to you as you were making your famous appetizers and putting out chips and beer for the guys.

You opened the door to 10 guys looking at you with huge smiles. They were being all quiet to not disturb little Ella. One by one they creeped in silently and hugged you.

“Guys she’s awake. This isn’t a library you know.” You said as they got comfortable in the living room.

“Sweet cuz being quiet is too hard.” Cope said with a mouthful of chips already.

“What up bro!” Sunni greeted Jack loudly as he came into the room with little Ella over his shoulder.

“Dafuq you being so loud for bro?” Jack said furrowing his brow as he greeted his friends. Jack was the more serious one of the group that looked after everyone so seeing him as a dad being stern was fitting. Fatherhood suited him.

“Sorry man, y/n said we didn’t have to be so quiet.” Trap said as he cracked the seal on a beer.

Jack looked at you like you’d lost your mind. He was definitely more strict than you about what was acceptable around little Ella.

“Yo bruh, how we supposed to have a quiet game night?” 2Fo asked disappointed

“K well, YOU can settle Ella down and we’ll get a good night’s sleep.” Jack said grumpily.

“Ok hunny give her to me.” You said sensing the tension and stress in your boyfriend’s voice. “I have to feed her anyway.”

Jack carefully handed Ella over. He had become attached at the hip to her. Ella started to fuss and cling to Jack’s shirt with her tiny fingers as she was being pried away.

“Alright let go of daddy.” You said as you tried to settle her on your lap to feed her. You whipped out your breast and little Ella smelling food began to cry and paw at your boob until she aggressively latched on.

“Whoah! What in the Wild Kingdom?” Urban said shielding his eyes upon seeing a part of you he had never seen before. Jack rushed over with a baby blanket and covered the side Ella was on blissfully sucking.

“Calm down you guys. Breastfeeding is normal.” You said “It’s not sexual at all.”

“Babe nobody wants to see that. Correction, I don’t want my boys seeing my shit.” Jack said referring to your body.

You rolled your eyes and said “I’ll use the blanket but I’m not running and hiding to feed Ella especially in my own home.”

“Babe please take ladybug to the bedroom and feed her there. It’s going to get loud.” Jack said. He really just didn’t want anyone to see your boob and they were choosing their players in 2K. It was about to get real.

“No.” You said flatly irritating him even more and he felt disrespected in front of his friends.

“y/n…” Jack started saying

“I’m staying right here.” You said defiantly “I don’t need to hide to feed my baby.”

“Our baby.” Jack corrected

“Is my last name Harlow?” You shot back sassily. It was making you upset that Jack hadn’t asked you to marry him yet and people kept asking why. It was always in the back of your mind and came out in this unexpected way.

“No but Ella’s is.” Jack countered cooly. This made you start to cry and Ella broke off your nipple crying too.

“Not Ok Jack!” You said as you patted her tiny back.

“I’m sorry that was uncalled for.” He apologized. You both were under the stress of being new parents and new famous parents at that. It was a logistical nightmare to leave the condo to even take Ella and the puppy for a walk. Jack was used to moving around his hometown freely, but now needed to worry about being photographed constantly.

“But it’s how you feel let’s face it!” You said standing up and heading to the room with Ella. “You’re right we’ll go.”

Something inside of Jack panicked at you saying the words “we’ll go.” He didn’t ever want that to happen. “I’ll hold ladybug” Jack said reaching for his daughter.

“She’s hungry and would like to just eat in peace.” You said in a huff and walked towards the bedroom.

“That’s actually crazy because I wanna eat in peace too.” Kentucky Boy Tyler commented with his mouth full of popcorn.

“For the record y/n, we kinda came over to hang with you too.” Sunni said “And our niece.”

You stopped in your tracks. You weren’t aware how uncomfortable they were getting seeing you and Jack fight. “You…you did?” You said wiping your tears with the baby blanket.

“Yeah we can handle a bit a boob not like we never seen them before.” Phil said. Jack shot him a look. “I mean not your boobs which they’re great, I mean nothing wrong with seeing your boobs.”

“Just shut up bro.” Quiiso said to Phil hitting him in the arm. “Y/N sit down, sometimes my boy is an idiot.” He said glancing at Jack sharply as he played with the puppy.

“Sorry maybe I’m not as ready for company as I thought…or marriage.” You said which was a shot again at Jack.

“Y/N please!” Jack said half irritated, half very sorry. He took your hand to talk to you privately in the bedroom.

Everyone went back to the game. They weren’t going to let an argument ruin their night. Once in the room Jack took Ella and put her in her bassinet. You were still standing there glaring at him. He backed you into a wall and started kissing you. All the fatigue and tension you were feeling responded immediately pulling his head of curls in and your tongues locked. You craved his touch. It had been a few weeks since you looked into each other’s eyes. Jack started lifting up your shirt and feeling on your butt. “Can we fuck yet? Is it 6 weeks?” He said passionately.

“It’s past 6 weeks we just been so tired.” You said breathing heavy. Ella had fallen asleep with a belly full of milk. Seeing she was ok Jack started sucking on one of your breasts. You moaned from how sore they were from breastfeeding. He gulped down some milk and liked the taste. “Fuck you taste so good.” He said. He felt in your underwear for a sign you wanted him as much as he wanted you and pulled out wet fingers. He laid you on the bed to enter you missionary style.

“Jack…” you said breathlessly “Condoms…we don’t want another one so soon.”

Jack had started penetrating you and paused “Speak for yourself.” He said looking in your eyes. “Mrs. Harlow.”

That was music to your ears and you arched your back. Jack went all the way in. He steadied himself by getting you in a headlock position and repeatedly hit your core with an intensity that made your legs shake and you clawed at his back. “Ughh! Fuck Jack.” You said quietly as not to wake Ella. It took some getting used to his size again. He saw you wince a bit.

“You ok baby?” He said lovingly slowing his stroke. You nodded yes.

“Keep it there. This feels so good.” You said responding to his easier pace. He slid in and out of you with ease as you were so wet and ready.

“I’m…I’m sorry baby. I got so excited to be inside you.” He said between heavy breaths.

Jack knew he had to be quick with the guys outside and Ella waking up randomly. He picked up his thrust again and covered your mouth. You moaned but wanted to scream into the palm of his hand. He cupped your ass driving into your cushiony walls until he gushed. As he pulled out rich cream dripped down your inner thighs. He went back in to feel your warmth until he softened. His curls were dangling. As he stayed in you he kissed your forehead. “Don’t ever doubt I love you.” He whispered before finally pulling out with a moan. “Let’s get back out there.”

“How was the make up sex” Ace asked off-handedly as the both you went back into the living room. He was in the midst of dunking on Urban as Lebron James in the game.

Jack’s friends knew him too well. He slapped your ass a little too hard and said “incredible.”

“Oww!” You cried out and covered your mouth as you woke up the puppy and Ella at the same time. You and Jack exchanged looks. “I’ll get Ella. You get pups.” He said.

“I’m getting more beer.” Sunni said “This is going to be a long night.”

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inevitablysomber-dark · 6 months

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Ladybug (Chapter 1)

Intensely Dark! Rafe Cameron x Acutely Aware! Reader

WARNING: Non-Consent, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Stalking, forced interactions, Causing trauma, unhinged obsession. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: After a fresh breakup with her ex, Kyle, a chance encounter leads to an entanglement between Ladybug and her friend, Sarahs, volatile brother, Rafe, who had long standing conflicts with her friends. However, what began as an accidental hookup, quickly spirals into a troubling situation as Rafe's infatuation takes a darker turn. His fixation becomes a source of distress, as his persistent harassment disrupts Ladybugs Peace.

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Kyle always carried an air of uncertainty about him—tall and lanky, seemingly unsure as he shielded himself with self-deprecating humor. His peculiarities earned him the label of an eccentric both at the cut and Figure 8. Yet, amidst the collective judgment, you found his goofiness endearing and cute.

When he finally asked you out, you agreed. The first date was a grand gesture: roses upon arrival, a beach picnic, and moon gazing beneath the stars. Despite his awkwardness, the evening resonated with romance, eliciting a flutter in your heart.

As your relationship with Kyle unfolded, it seemed healthy, or at least you believed it to be until the day you discovered him in bed with Ella Mae. Ella, your neighbor, cherished by her parents and yours, and seemingly adored by the entire town. Sometimes it felt as if she were the complete opposite of you, and oftentimes it made you feel…small.

She carried the reputation of a sweet soul—a hardworking and generous heart. Yet, for you, she was a tormentor, making your entire school experience and parts of your adult life a living hell. Kyle understood this; he knew that, behind closed doors, her ultimate mission was to bring you utter misery. Countless times, you'd rush to him in tears after a negative interaction with her, and yet, he chose to betray you with her.

Her life's apparent purpose seemed solely to make yours as miserable as possible. Fortunately, your friends usually paid her no mind. However, if you were honest with yourself, they rarely paid you much attention either. You were convinced that if you were to vanish the next day, they wouldn't even notice.

Perhaps that's why you called them your friends; your connection with them was so delicate that there was no way for Ella Mae to steal them from you, and that clearly frustrated her. Admittedly, you couldn't deny feeling some satisfaction from her frustration.

On a visit to Kyle's home, as you typically did, you let yourself in. Walking through the house, you heard noises from his room. Upon opening the door, there they were—both naked, covered by a flimsy sheet.

To add insult to injury, Ella Mae had the audacity to scream at you about disrespecting their privacy.

Initially, heartbreak struck with a visceral force, the painful sensation of your heart cracking under the weight of betrayal. Then, a sinking feeling settled in your stomach, morphing the pain into a profound sense of disgust. The urge to cry and retch overwhelmed you simultaneously. In response, you released a scream and bolted out, your body trembling with a tumult of emotions, leaving you grappling with the intensity of the moment.

As the day unfolded, you wandered aimlessly across the island, a heavy sense of isolation and desolation weighing on your shoulders. The remnants of dread, disgust, and heartbreak clung to you like a relentless shadow. Kyle, in the cruelest of betrayals, had wounded you deeply, fully aware of the history you shared with Ella. The ache of the betrayal persisted, refusing to dissipate.

The image of Kyle's smug expression and the pity evident in his eyes when you stumbled on them replayed in your mind like a haunting loop. Tears streamed down your face, and the pain seemed insurmountable. A glance at your phone revealed two missed calls—one from your mother and the other from Kyle. His text attempted to explain, claiming he never meant to hurt you. According to him, Ella had come over to discuss the situation between you two, and he, naively or deliberately, played the role of a mediator. Unexpectedly, emotions blossomed between them.

Confusion enveloped you like a shroud, prompting you to send a question you feared would unveil more hurt than you could bear:

'How long has this been going on?'

The response struck like a thunderbolt:

'A few months.'

A few months? The revelation left you paralyzed, unable to conjure a response. Just a short while ago, Kyle had taken you on a special date in the marshes, serenading you with what you believed to be a heartfelt, loving tune. The stark contrast between that cherished memory and the horrifying reality had anger boiling within you, a tempest of emotions threatening to consume everything in its path.

Dialing your mother's number, you mustered the strength to articulate the pain that now permeated your being, the wounds Kyle had callously inflicted. To your surprise, your mother already knew, calmly stating that Kyle didn't intend to hurt you and somehow still harbored feelings for you. As she explained that Kyle's connection with Ella seemed to be progressing, she suggested an amicable withdrawal, acknowledging that perhaps you and Kyle were not meant to be together.

Her words, though meant to bring solace, only intensified the agony. How could these people, who claimed to be your family and to have love for you, be capable of such heartless actions? Your mother continued to speak, but her words became distant echoes as the pain tightened its grip on your chest. Unable to bear the weight of it all, you abruptly ended the call, the abruptness mirroring the shattering of your trust.

Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, you texted Sarah, seeking refuge from the turmoil. Her affirmative response brought a momentary sense of relief, even though she wasn't home at the moment.

You didn't want to face those who had so callously turned their allegiance, their pitying gazes cutting through you like a blade. The betrayal stung deeper because they were supposed to be your established relationships. In a desperate attempt to escape, you made your way to Sarah's, craving the solace of a friend who wouldn't scrutinize you with judgment or abandon you in your moment of vulnerability.

When arriving at Sarah's home, the distant thump of music reached your ears, but Sarah's car was absent from the driveway. You assumed she had invited everyone over, and they were also awaiting her arrival. The open door granted you entry, and as you ventured into the living room where the music emanated, a jolt of shock coursed through you at the sight of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.

Your blood ran cold as all three pairs of eyes locked onto you. The room was a chaotic tableau of liquor, drugs, and various substances, heightening the unease pulsing through your chest.

Fear mingled with heartbreak as you observed the trio. While Kelce and Topper were generally harmless in their own right, Rafe was a different story. His history of bullying, the tense interactions with your friends, and the traumatic incident at the last OBX bonfire where he violently confronted you lingered as haunting memories. Each glance from him felt like a threat, a promise of impending harm.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Rafe's voice cut through the room, loud and intimidating, as he rose to approach you.

"S-Sarah said I could come over," you whimpered, your voice small and tremulous. Despite your attempts to back away, Rafe's advance remained relentless.

"She knows better than to let a bunch of disgusting pogues in the house," he sneered.

In an inexplicable moment, tears erupted from your eyes. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce wore expressions of bewilderment as you succumbed to a breakdown in the heart of the Cameron household. Collapsing to your knees, you clutched your body tightly, desperately trying to make yourself as small as possible.

Nothing seemed to be going right, and this day had reached a new low. Every conceivable emotion violently tore through your body as you pleaded with Rafe, a mantra of "please don't hurt me, I'm sorry" repeating in an unsteady and tearful voice. Waterfalls streamed down your face, the weight of it all becoming unbearable.

Time seemed to stretch, each moment an agonizing heartbeat as you grappled with the aftermath of your emotional breakdown. Topper, with evident uncertainty, broke the uneasy silence, his voice carrying a hint of concern, "Hey, you okay?"

You managed to suppress your sobs, though occasional whimpers betrayed the storm of emotions within. "I'm fine," you hiccupped, your attempt at reassurance falling short.

Rafe, appearing less threatening now, took a step forward, prompting an instinctual shriek from you as you tried to retreat, ending up on the floor. "Chill," he uttered, his voice softer. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Suspicion lingered in your gaze as sniffles continued to wrack your body. An awkward moment of eye contact passed between you and Rafe, but without saying a word, you hastily got up and continued to back away. The discomfort in the air hung heavy, compelling you to remove yourself entirely from the situation.

"I think I'll go wait for Sarah outside," you declared, and without waiting for any response, you briskly walked out of the front door.

The coolness of the evening greeted you, bearable but a stark contrast to the emotional heat indoors. Opting for the back, where the pool was, you settled into a lawn chair. Retrieving your phone, you sent Sarah a quick text: 'How long do you think it'll be before you get here?'

Her response was prompt: 'Something came up, just hang out till I get there.'

A sigh escaped you, choosing not to disclose the unsettling encounter with Rafe. You hoped fervently that he would be gone by the time Sarah returned.

An hour passed, and another message to Sarah went unanswered. Concern began to seep in, compounded by the increasing chill in the air. Fearful of facing the tumultuous atmosphere inside, you hesitated, caught between the discomfort of waiting and the apprehension of returning indoors.

As you sat in the Cameron backyard, contemplating your own struggles, a familiar face appeared at the gate—Butterfly, Topper's new girlfriend. You and Sarah had shared concerns about Butterfly possibly being used by Topper to make Sarah jealous. Despite feeling some pity for her, you were currently immersed in your own emotional turmoil.

"What are you doing out here?" she inquired, a certain understanding in her tone.

"Just waiting for Sarah," you replied, your voice carrying the weight of uncertainty.

She paused, absorbing your words. Despite the limited interactions with Butterfly, you hadn't found her to be judgmental or aloof. Like Sarah, she seemed laid-back, just wanting to enjoy life. Unfortunately, Topper's lingering feelings for Sarah cast a shadow over Butterfly's relationship.

"So she's coming right now?" Butterfly asked, seemingly breaking out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, but she's being held up, so I don't really know how much longer," you explained, subtly hinting that Sarah might not be returning soon.

While you might have once advocated more assertively for Butterfly not to allow Topper to diminish her, the shattered pieces of your heart made empathy the prevailing emotion. The notion that someone you cared about could cause such profound hurt resonated deeply.

"Well, Topper called me over to bring him and Kelce home," Butterfly shared.

"Okay, they should be inside," you pointed toward the house.

"Right then, see you later."

Butterfly hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, uncertainty marking her path into the chaos created by her boyfriend and his friends.

Alone again, you listened to the voices emanating from the front and the fading sounds of a departing car. Another message to Sarah yielded no response. The thought of going home made your stomach churn, yet staying in the chilly air seemed equally unappealing. The dilemma weighed on you—should you tough it out in the cold or face the nauseating prospect of returning home?

You make a decision to head to the Chateau instead. Your mother hated when you hung out with other pogues, so you did your best to appease her while still maintaining your friendships. But at the moment, you could care less about how she felt about the matter. You needed to be with yourself before you could find any courage to face her or even Kyle again.

As you sent a text out to Sarah, the sliding back door opened, and to your surprise, Rafe emerged with two bottles in hand. You immediately rose in his presence, intending to leave.

"It looks like Sarah isn't coming anytime soon, so I think I'll head out," you declared, grabbing your purse to make a quick exit.

"You don't have to," he responded, walking over to you.

"No, it's fine. I don't want to be a burden," you said, starting to back away.

"You're not," he insisted. "So sit," he demanded.

Reluctantly, you retook your seat as Rafe handed you one of the beers. Initially declining, you eventually accepted the cold bottle, shivering from the prolonged exposure to the chilly air.

"So why'd you have your little breakdown?" Rafe asked, catching you off guard.

"What?" you stammered, taken aback by the directness of his question.

"Why did you freak out in the middle of my living room?" he repeated.

Reluctant to answer, you took a sip of the beer to buy yourself some time. "I don't really want to answer that," you finally managed to say.

"Alright," he responded before swiftly moving, placing his drink down and crouching in front of you, and placing his hands on your thighs.

"Look, I know I may seem like an asshole sometimes, but you really had me worried in there earlier," he admitted.

Confused and uncomfortable, you tried to push his hands away, but he persisted. "Hey, hey, hey, relax, okay?" he urged, his hands moving further.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, you stood up, attempting to put some distance between you and Rafe. However, he followed your movements, getting up as well.

"I think I should go," you managed to say, your words slurring together. As you took a step back, your body betrayed you, and you felt yourself falling.

Anticipating the impact, you instead felt a pair of arms wrapping around you. Panicking, you squeaked, "Help!" as your body shivered from the cold.

"Wow, you're freezing," Rafe whispered, though his words sounded distant. "Don't worry, I got you."

Your body was lifted and moved, the world around you blurring. The last thing you remembered was the sensation of soft bedding as unconsciousness enveloped you.

#Dark! Rafe Cameron #dark obx #dark! rafe cameron x reader #Aware Reader #Pogue Reader #dubious consent #dubcon #manipulation #unconsent #shy! reader

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ellatoone7 · 1 year

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Clumsy (Alessia Russo x Reader)

"You know, I think this turned out quite well." You roll your eyes playfully, "Of course you do." You look down at your conjoined hands smiling gently as your girlfriend scoffs.

It had been an eventful day, Alessia had to get up and go to training at an ungodly hour so you decided after a well earned sleep in you'd make her breakfast.

Ella had come home with her which you had prepared for as you watched the two footballers hound down their food.

The rest of the day went by slowly with Ella going home leaving you and Alessia up to your own devices. Deciding finally to watch a movie you both began to settle down before Alessia got up to get snacks.

"Coffee or Tea?" You hear from the kitchen but before you can answer you hear a loud crash. You'd be worried if this didn't happen often but it did. Alessia was the clumsiest person you had ever met, not a day went by where Alessia didn't fall over or break something.

You question how someone that clumsy could be so talented on the pitch but Alessia makes it work even if she does face plant in every single game. You slowly get of the couch and lean against the kitchen door.

"Need some help?" You chuckle out as you look down at your soaked girlfriend who sheepishly looked up at you.

"The sink is broken." You laugh loudly as you help her up,"What am I gonna do with you?" She smiles cheekily at you before gently kissing your nose.

That's how you found yourself walking to your favourite cafe, the sun was just setting making a beautiful sunset. "Hold on.' Alessia pulls you back gently before guiding you to a stand by the railing.

Pulling her phone out, she pulled you closer until your back was pressed to her front. You feel her breath on your neck as she gently leans in to kiss the skin there.

She snaps a few pictures of the two of you before taking ones of you on your own, the blush on your face still prominent as Alessia holds the cafe door for you. Chuckling gently when you hear a soft grunt from Alessia banging her head off the door.

"What are you laughing at?" She grumbled while smiling softly, wrapping an arm securely around your waist. Alessia always had to have some sort of physical contact when she was around you, the girl could not keep her hands to herself.

"Right…Coffee or Tea?" You laugh softly once again at the same question that got you here, thinking about it for a moment you gently cup her face, Hmmmmm... you know, I'm not really in the mood for one anymore." Alessia's face dropped, "Wait, really?"

"No, Less! Not really. Get me a hot chocolate." Alessia playfully glared at you before kissing your cheek gently, "You're a child." You give her a sideway glance,

"That would put you in a very illegal position considering what we did last night..." A hand covered your mouth shielding your giggling as Alessia gives you a stern look.

"Shush, you." She says before giving you a quick kiss and hurrying off to order your drinks while bumping into most tables on the way. You watch as the barista's face lights up when she sees your girlfriend, you knew Alessia was well known especially in Manchester.

The barista continues to openly flirt with your girlfriend, you were nearly positive she had seen Alessia kiss you but it didn't seem like she cared as she bat her eyelashes dumbly at her.

Alesia kind as ever flashes her that charming smile while taking the cups out of her hand, you watch the barista blush as their hands brush.

Alessia's eyes widen when she turns to you, quickly walking over before slumping down in the chair opposite you with a sigh of relief. She wastes no time in grabbing your hand before placing a soft kiss against your knuckles.

"Seemed like an interesting conversation you had there." Alessia grumbles before scooting her chair closer to yours, "She clearly saw me kiss you.?" You laugh lovingly before connecting your lips once again, determined to make it clear that she was yours.

"You've nothing to worry about, darling." It's a mumble against your lips as Alessia pulls you into her lap, "I wasn't worried." She chuckled at your cocky response, "That's my girl."

"I got them for free, if that makes it any better." You glance at her in shock, "Why didn't you start with that? Please can you flirt with someone at ticket master, maybe they'Il give us free Taylor Swift tickets!" Alessia shakes her head in find disbelief before kissing your temple.

The walk home was peaceful as you warm your hands up with the takeaway cup and Alessia's hand. You lean against the railing by the lake, smiling softly as you feel two arms wrap around you from behind and a chin rest on your shoulder.

"It's so pretty. You whisper not wanting to disturb the peace as you look at the colours the sunset is producing, you feel eyes on you as you continue to look out,

"You're so pretty." You knew it was coming but it didn't stop your heart fluttering as you feel warm lips against your cheek. You knock your head against hers gently before shutting your eyes in bliss. 20 years have passed since you met in play school and yet she still makes you feel like a lovesick teenager. You know no one will ever be able to make you feel the way Alessia makes you feel.

"I love you?"

"Even when I break the kitchen sink?" You giggle softly before nudging her playfully,

"Hmmmm..." An offended scoff breaks you out of your bliss as her hands busy themselves with tickling your sides.

You crane your neck to look at her, breath hitching when you realise how close your faces were, with one small movement your lips were attached to hers as she softly kisses you.

"I love you, too." Alessia's heart was so full as she mumbled the words against your lips, ever since she met you on the yard her heart had been full. You had been to every single match and bought all her jerseys even though you despised Man United, you had moved countries just so you could be with her after she found out she got into UNC.

You had put your whole life into loving her and she did the exact same. When you booked small concerts with your band she showed up to every one of them, she helped you with your classes and supported you with all your dreams of being a musician.

As much as Alessia loved football, it would never come close to you. If she had to make a decision between football and you she would choose you every time no hesitation. No matter if it's a training or a World Cup final she would drop it all if you needed her.

Not that you would ever make her do that, you adored her on the pitch and off the pitch. You both knew how much you meant to each other and that's why you worked so well.

From the age of 5 to now being 23, Alessia a European Champion and no doubt heading for the World champion title and you a breakthrough musician who little do either of you know will break millions of records with your little band.

You were both still those two little girls who had big dreams and had no clue about what the future holds, all you did know was that you had each other and that was enough. It would always be enough.

#alessia russo #less is so soft I love her #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo imagines #alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #engwnt x reader #woso #muwfc

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foreverindreamlandd · 1 year

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Awake My Soul • 16

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 5k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, healing from trauma, mentions of injuries, liiiil bit of angst BUT MOSTLY FLUFF I SWEAR :)

A/N: Last chapter before the epilogue, folks. Please enjoy all the fluff in this one. Thank you a million times over for your patience. Will try to get the epilogue to you as soon as possible. <3

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**There is a playlist for this fic, but linking it here messes up the tags so feel free to check it out in the series masterlist!

It was raining.

The soft pitter patter of water droplets as they landed on the roof of the watchtower created a steady, calming cadence for your ears.

Behind you, Morgan, AJ, and Cass squealed in delight as they ran around in the mud and rain with their new friends, Billy and Tommy, twin brothers.

Once you had settled yourself back to camp, you requested to switch your watch shift to the day. Nights were still hard for you, and though you rarely slept through them anymore, it felt safer to be in the dorms where your family was just a few feet away rather than being outside by yourself in the dark.

The dark was still hard for you after all that time locked in that pitch black room with Hydra.

The only argument Sam had was whether it was too soon for you to return to your regular duties, but you quickly waved him off. It was worse sitting around doing nothing, allowing intrusive thoughts and agonizing memories to enter your mind. You preferred getting your hands dirty as you picked the grown vegetables in the garden, or cleaning the weapons in your arsenal room.

And being here, on watch, where you could escape to whatever world existed between the pages of the book you were currently reading.

You stuck with comfort reads lately, first picking up Ella Enchanted to come back to something familiar, something grounding. Now, you were flipping through Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen, a book you read at least five times during your days as a young, angsty teen.

Resting the book on the ground beside you, you turned your gaze to watch the kids play, a small smile on your lips. From the corner of your eye you saw the twin’s mom, Wanda, standing against one of the brick buildings. Her arms crossed in front of her, and she was laughing at the eruption of giggles coming from her boys.

Lord knows how long it had been since they had laughed like that.

The Maximoffs were one of the dozens of prisoners held at the Hydra camp. Shield had helped as many as they could escape, guiding them through the woods and providing any resources they could as you began your trek home.

Many of the prisoners broke away a few days after the rescue, itching to go find any remaining members of their previous group.

Wanda’s husband Vision approached to join her in watching them play, wrapping an arm around his wife and kissing the crown of her head as she leaned into him.

From what you learned from the Maximoffs, Wanda had been separated from Vision and the twins for months after being captured by Hydra. Up until a few weeks ago when Shield blew the underground prison to the ground, she had nearly driven herself mad thinking they were all dead.

For the entire journey back to camp, she did not let her boys stray more than five feet from her, and you could see the distress in her eyes whenever she wasn’t holding their hands or holding them in her arms.

Turning your focus back to the outskirts of camp, you extended your arm out, letting the rain splash into the palm of your hand.

It had been so long since you were able to enjoy rain like this. To let its natural tempo steady your heartbeat, for the heightened smell of the trees around you settle your mind, to focus on the feeling of its cool droplets against your skin.

You closed your eyes, letting this small comfort bring ease to your senses.

A soft whistle sounded off behind you, and your heart fluttered in response. Seconds later, strong arms wrapped you from behind, and gentle lips were pressing lightly on a faded bite mark on your neck.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he whispered, chin resting on your shoulder.

Your hand when on his arm, thumb running up and down the sleeve of his Henley. “Hi, Bucky.”

Bucky let out a small breath of relief at the sound of his name on your lips, pulling away just enough to take hold of your chin and slowly glide your gaze to him.

You stared into those stunning blue eyes, and all of the adoration shining within them as he gauged your reaction to saying his name. Looking for any sign of discomfort, his body relaxing more and more when he determined you were okay.

This was the new routine the two of you had established since beginning your journey of ripping yourself of Hydra’s hold. It took…a lot of patience and learning from you both, and had been far from easy.

When you first cleared your mind of its clouded, confused state after Bucky had been bitten by the runner, the two of you naively thought that you were totally free from the brainwashing that had been done to you. There were so many happy tears, lots of kissing, and lots of smiles as relief flooded through you.

That night, after the rest of Shield had reunited and built camp on the outskirts of the rubble with the rescued prisoners, you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, feeling like everything was going to be okay.

But apparently the nightmares still remained in the darkest depths of your mind, and you were back in the woods running from Bucky. When you woke to concerned eyes, you let out a blood-curdling scream, fighting and clawing your way free from the monster before you.

Moments later, after a lot of heavy breathing and his calm, soothing voice, you registered where you were and who you were with, collapsing into his chest as sobs overtook you, your brain trying to put itself back together again.

It was one of the worst moments of your life, witnessing the pain in his eyes, the fear that a part of you would always be afraid of him.

It didn’t end there. Sometimes he would walk up to you too quietly and you would whip around pressing a dagger to his neck. Whenever you said his name, the pain of the collar that was no longer around your neck resurfaced so aggressively that you would keel over in agony.

And though each of these moments devastated Bucky, he was determined to stay by your side and help you through each trigger, determined to help you fight the demons that still lingered in your mind.

You were both determined to make sure that wouldn’t happen. Which was what prompted “The System.”

Him whistling whenever he was approaching from behind to make you aware of his presence, you saying his name over and over and over again to chip away the pain it caused in your neck from the phantom collar.

Sleeping in separate spaces. That had been the hardest, going to bed desperately wishing to have your greatest protector and friend but having to force yourselves to be apart so that you wouldn’t wake up thinking he was trying to kill you.

Baby steps. It was what you had told yourself during those early days of knowing Bucky, when you were trying to get him to not hate your guts. It had worked then, and you hoped it would work now.

And of course it did, because everything involving you and Bucky would always work out. It had to.

It happened when you were walking the halls of the dorms late one night, returning to your room from the bathroom. When you passed Bucky’s door, you heard sounds of distress.

At first, you wondered if it was in your head, but then you heard the faint cry of Bucky calling for help, and you were by his side in an instant.

You touched his arm. “Bucky?” There was a slight sting in your neck but you fought back a wince.

His eyes were closed, face scrunched in agony. “Help. Help.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked, hand going to his sweat-covered forehead.

“Can’t…can’t…”

“Can’t what?”

“Can’t find her.”

Your brows furrowed. “Can’t find who?”

Tears fell from his closed eyes. “Y/n. She’s gone,” he whimpered. “I can’t find her. I need her.”

It broke your heart to hear the pain in his voice, the despair, and without a second thought you crawled into bed, holding him tightly in your arms as he clung to you.

“It’s okay, Bucky,” you whispered, kissing his forehead. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

Your comforting words made him release a long, heavy sigh, and his hands squeezed around your waist in desperation.

His breathing remained ragged for a little while longer, but eventually, with you whispering comforting words, he relaxed.

You tried to stay awake all night, dreading the idea of you falling asleep while he was in such turmoil and waking up in a state of terror being near him, not wanting to be the cause of more heartache for him.

But the nightmares that had incessantly haunted your dreams had made your nights restless, and you were completely exhausted. So eventually, as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, you dozed off into a deep slumber.

This time, instead of running through the woods, you were standing in the clearing he had once taken you to. You watched a handful of wild horses - one of them a stunning blue-gray color - galloping along the lush field, the warm sunlight of golden hour on your face, sky aglow in various shades of pink, orange, and purple.

It was so…peaceful.

You felt something brush along your neck, and instead of panic, you felt warmth course through you.

Bucky pulled his lips away as you turned to him, his eyes shining in the bright sunlight. He was so beautiful, so happy as he looked at you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his and resting your head on his shoulder, the two of you staring out into the clearing, no thoughts of danger or fear in your mind whatsoever.

Only love.

When you woke up that morning, the smile was still on your face.

It dropped when you noticed Bucky was no longer in bed with you, but sitting on the floor, back resting against the bed.

He turned to look at you, a shameful look in his eyes like a sad puppy.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

You propped yourself up on your elbow. “Sorry for what?”

His lips curved up in a joyless smile. “Somehow forcing you in here. And then for being selfish and not leaving before you woke up.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Bucky.” You shuffled over to create a space in the bed, patting the sheets. “Get your ass back in here.”

He narrowed his eyes, skeptical, but when he opened his mouth to argue, you scowled, and he thought better than to go against your wishes.

Slowly, and hesitantly, he got up from the floor and crawled back into bed, his muscles relaxing as he wrapped his arm around you.

Your head rested on his chest, and you listened to his heartbeat slow down.

“You were calling for help in your sleep,” you whispered after a few minutes, and his muscles tensed back up.

“Really,” he replied, hand moving over your head, massaging your scalp.

You nodded. “You couldn’t find me.”

Silence.

“Do you have that dream often?” you asked.

More silence. And then…

“Every night since you left.”

Your heart split at the sadness in his voice and you lifted yourself up to look at him, hand cupping his cheek.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you.”

Bucky let out a small, bitter laugh, rolling his eyes. “I should be saying that to you, Sweetheart.”

“Are you kidding? You saved me from the dark and brought me back to life, Buck, in every way that it mattered. You have been so kind, and patient, and loving. You never gave up on finding me, and you still haven’t given up on me even though I’ve been a fucking wreck. Through all the shit I’ve put you through, you never gave up on me.”

Tears welled in Bucky’s eyes as he wiped away the one sliding down your cheek.

“And I never will. I’ll never give up, I’ll never stop waiting, I’ll never stop fighting for you.”

His hand moved to gently cup the back of your head as he pulled you closer for a slow, tender kiss.

The two of you stayed in bed the rest of the day - with the exception of Bucky running to the kitchen to grab food for the both of you after his stomach grumbled for an entire minute. You stayed there, wrapped up in each other, drifting between silence and talking about anything and everything.

Things hadn’t been this easy between you two in such a long time, that you had almost forgotten how much you had been craving it.

Enough time passed that you could barely register it passing anymore, your lids growing heavy as Bucky hummed a soft tune you both loved, the rumbling in his chest lulling you to sleep.

You weren’t sure how long you had drifted off for before he gently nudged you awake, and the room was pitch black.

“We should get you to bed,” he whispered, kissing your temple before starting to slide out of his bed to escort you to your room.

A soft groan escaped and you shook your head, hands gripping around his t-shirt.

“I wanna stay,” you mumbled, eyes slowly closing.

Even in the dark, you could sense the skepticism in his eyes, and though he did not pull away from your hold, his body remained tense.

“I don’t want to risk it, Sweetheart. What if we just got lucky this morning?”

“Bucky, please let me stay,” you quietly begged. “I’m okay. I promise.”

The earnestness in your voice was what finally got him to relax, his body melding back against yours.

“If you start feeling overwhelmed or afraid even for a second, just let me know. Okay?”

You nodded, pulling him closer to you until your cheek rested against his chest once more, already drifting back to sleep. “I will.”

The last thing you felt before returning to your slumber were his lips pressing against the crown of your head.

And then…

You were back in the field, with gentle arms wrapped around you, staring at the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

You felt loved. Happy.

Safe.

When you awoke hours later - the soft rays of sunlight warming your eyelids - you opened your eyes to a still sleeping Bucky. He must have tried to stay awake all night to make sure you were comfortable, exhausting himself.

There was a small part of your mind that was just as nervous about waking up with him after these past few weeks. What if you weren’t ready for this moment? What if the triggers were hidden somewhere in your brain, about to go off any second as you looked at him?

You waited for said trigger to turn on as you continued to stare at Bucky, praying that he would remain the man you loved, not feared.

Seconds passed, turning into minutes, and your mind stayed in a state of adoration as you admired the peaceful expression on his face as he slept.

As if sensing your intense gaze, Bucky began to stir, body shifting, arm snaking its way around your waist-

He froze, realizing he wasn’t alone as his eyes shot open, looking over at you, hesitation painted across his face.

“Morning, Beefcake,” you said, trying to make your voice as comforting as possible.

He licked his lips, eyes scanning yours. “Morning, Sweetheart. How…how are you feeling?”

You responded by crushing your lips to his, hand gripping the back of his neck for support. Bucky let out a moan of relief, pulling you flush against him.

The two of you never slept apart from each other again.

“You’re late for watch, you know,” you chided as Bucky settled himself by your side, gaze following yours to look at the rain.

He rolled his eyes, fingers sneaking down to tickle your waist and you squealed.

“I’m never late, Sweetheart, you’re just always annoyingly early.”

You gave him your best mischievous grin. “I know, it’s just that I love busting your balls, Beefcake.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” he grumbled, smile still on his face.

You scrunched your nose at him before leaning forward for a kiss. When you pulled back, your eyes went to the bite mark on his neck and you grimaced. “How’d it go?”

Bucky shrugged, fingers grazing over the newly-formed scar that matched yours. “Same as always. Banner says that my blood is showing up as normal. I’ve officially been given the clean, zombie-free bill of health.”

Your shoulders sagged in relief. “Good,” was all you could think to say.

Bucky pulled you closer to him and kissed your brow. “Can’t get rid of me that easily, baby.”

You smacked his metal arm with a scoff. “As if I’d ever want to be rid of you.”

“You better not!” he laughed. “Cause I don’t plan on ever leaving your side.”

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach and you looked up to meet that beautiful cerulean gaze. “Promise?”

He kissed the bridge of your nose. “Promise.”

Your romantic moment was cut off by a sudden squeal, and you both jerked your heads over to the camp in alarm, only to find that Morgan had thrown a handful of mud at Billy and was now running for her life as he chased her, preparing to strike back.

The two of you chuckled at the chaos before you. “Good to see they’re settling in nicely,” Bucky remarked.

“Who knows the last time they were able to have fun and be so carefree.”

Bucky nodded. “Been a while since we had any newcomers, especially kids. It’s nice.”

“Do you think they’ll stick around?”

He shrugged. “You never know. At the end of the day it’s up to them and what they think is best for their family. But I can’t imagine them saying no to a semi-safe place where they can heal together.”

“This is the best place for that. Healing, that is,” you added with a wink, and Bucky smiled, squeezing you a little more tightly to him.

A few beats of silence passed as you continued watching the kids play below.

“Banner mentioned he wants to talk with us,” he said.

Your brows furrowed. “Did he say why?”

He shook his head. “Not really. He says he has an idea he wants to run by us. Some long-term project or whatever. I was thinking we could go tonight, after dinner?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Actually,maybe we can talk to him tomorrow morning? You and I…we already have plans for tonight.”

Bucky’s lips turned downward in an intrigued expression. “Oh really?”

Heat rose to your face, knots growing in your stomach. “Well, I was kind of low-key planning to ask this super hot, grumpy pants with a heart of gold out on a date.”

His cheeks flushed a bright pink, but tried to keep his expression casual. “I sure hope you’re talking about me, Sweetheart.”

“What, is Yelena not available tonight?”

A loud, dramatic scoff escaped Bucky as you fell into a fit of giggles, and he tackled you to the ground playfully, peppering your face with a multitude of kisses, pinning you down.

“Alright, alright, fine!” you squealed. “I’ll take you on the damn date, Beefcake!”

He pulled back at the peace offering, face smug. “Pick me up at seven?”

You winked. “Wear that skimpy black dress you know I like.”

“Do you think I’ll get a kiss at the end of the night?” His lips lowered to hover over yours.

“Only if you behave,” you replied, suddenly breathless

He let out a low chuckle, the rumbling in his chest vibrating against yours. “Damn,” he murmured, “I know I can’t keep that promise around you.”

“Bummer,” you whispered, lifting your head just enough for your lips to finally meet.

“So anyways, I’m running through the woods as these giant dinosaurs in clown outfits chase after me. I finally managed to climb up a tree, but who’s at the top? Fucking Dum Dum with his giant bowl of soup smiling at me. And then I woke up.”

Yelena took a bite of green beans as you and Kate stared at her, eyes narrowed.

“Have you been sneaking sweets before bed, babe?” Kate asked.

The blond shook her head. “No.”

You crossed your arms and leaned them on the table. “Do you always have dreams like this, Lena?”

Her lips turned downward as she considered the question. “The clown dinosaurs show up from time to time. But the Dum Dum thing is new….” she turned around and looked at Dum Dum, who caught her gaze, giving her his classic cheery smile and wave. She turned back around with a grimace, “...and slightly more unsettling.”

“Dum Dum is literally the nicest person in this entire camp,” Bucky remarked with a mouthful of bread. “And we literally just fought an entire evil empire and their hoard of flesh-eating zombies. How the hell can he be more unsettling than that?”

“Too much joy,” Yelena said, with what looked to be almost genuine fear in her eyes. “How can one person be so cheerful? In Russia, everyone was mad. Anger is what comforts me.”

“Don’t worry, Lena, if Dum Dum ends up smiling at you to death, I’ll make him pay,” Kate said, resting a reassuring hand on her girlfriend’s leg and kissing her cheek.

“Why does Yelena look like she’s just been to hell and back?” Druig asked, walking up to the table and resting his food tray down to join the group. Before sitting down, he slid the chair next to his back as Makkari - one of the new additions to camp after Hydra’s downfall - took the seat, her smile growing as she looked at Druig. She moved her hand from her chin out in front of her to sign thank you.

The right corner of his mouth twitched as he mirrored her gesture.

What had struck you most about Makkari upon meeting her was that – though she was barely able to stand from all of the injuries she sustained the day of the explosion – she was always there to lend a helping hand to someone who needed it, even if that meant holding someone else up for miles when she could barely do it for herself.

The other thing you noticed immediately was the way Druig’s eyes always found their way to her. She could be dozens of feet away and yet he always knew exactly where she was. And every time they locked eyes, she would lift her chin up at him with a smile, and the corners of his mouth would turn up ever so slightly as he lifted his own chin up.

“She’s scared of Dum Dum,” you replied, giving your blond best friend a quick wink as she glared at you.

“Am not,” she grumbled, and Kate wrapped her arm around her in support, biting back a smile.

“Not what?” Sersi asked as she approached, taking the seat next to you and bumping her arm against yours in hello.

“Afraid of Dum Dum,” Druig responded, and Yelena growled as the rest of the group burst into a fit of laughter.

“Sounds like you lot are having fun over there!” Dum Dum called out. “What’s got the gang in such a fit of giggles?”

“It’s cause she’s afraid of y-” Bucky shouted.

“NOTHING’S HAPPENING OKAY LET’S JUST LET IT GO,” Yelena yelled over Bucky, but there was now a smile forming on her face as she began to see the ridiculousness of the conversation, and you felt tears streaming down your eyes from laughing so hard.

You looked around the table, at the people who meant the most to you all smiling and laughing, as if you hadn’t survived the worst moments of your life, as if your lives weren’t at risk every second of every day.

These were the people who fought for you even when you thought you weren’t worth fighting for, who risked their lives to bring you our of captivity and back home with them.

And you knew that they’d do it all again in a heartbeat if needed, just as you would for them.

It would be naive for you not to think that there would be even worse moments ahead, that terrible things were bound to happen, that there would be days when you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed.

Those moments would still come, but as long as you could also have these moments, you knew that you could survive anything.

“Alright, Sweetheart,” Bucky said as you led him out of the cafeteria to the location of your date. “Can I get any sort of hint as to where you’re taking me?”

You grabbed his hand. “Not a chance, but I’m sure you’ll get the idea the closer we get to our destination.”

He let out a huff in response and you glared up at him. “So dramatic, Beefcake. We’ll be there soon, so don’t get your pants all up in a tizzy.”

Another grumble, but his lips quirked up and you felt his thumb move along your knuckles.

Though you were joking, there was a bundle of nerves wreaking havoc in your stomach as you headed to the building with the science lab and library, leading Bucky to the semi-hidden door tucked in the back.

You stopped at the door, looking up at his confused expression.

“Months ago, you pulled off the most romantic gesture I could have ever asked for, and I completely ruined it, then put you through absolute hell for a really, really long time.” Tears pricked your eyes and you looked down at the ground in shame thinking back to the night you left. “I know that at the time, I thought what I was doing was the right thing, but I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for putting you through all that pain.”

“Sweetheart-” he began to say, and you looked back up to meet his watery eyes, shaking your head to cut him off as your hand went to the knob, slowly turning it and pushing open the door to reveal a familiar display.

Amber lights creating a soft glow throughout the room, a couch in the middle, a projector behind it, with a DVD case of a movie based on a book that brought you two together so long ago.

Though you had a feeling Bucky had known what was coming, you still felt a small flutter in your chest when his breath hitched.

“I wanted to give that night back to you, rewrite it so that we got the moment we deserved to share. One where two people go on a date and be all romantic and shit and one person doesn’t drug their partner and run away into the night.”

Bucky breathed out a small laugh, a tear running down his cheek.

You moved to wipe it away.

“You mean…everything to me, Bucky Barnes. You’re the most important person in my life, the one who owns my soul. If I could give you the world I would, if you’d let me. For now, I can only give you a Twilight movie date, and I hope that that’s enough-”

Unable to control himself any longer, Bucky jumped forward, wrapping his arms around the small of your back and pulling you close until your lips collided together, lifting you up in the air.

You clung to him for support as your head grew dizzy from the taste of him, just as it always did. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get over the feeling of kissing Bucky, how his lips both kept you grounded and made you feel you were flying at the same time. The hunger you felt, never satisfied when the kiss finally came to an end due to you both being lightheaded from the lack of air.

When that moment happened now, and he pulled away, there was a brightness in his eyes as he stared into yours, and you knew what he was going to say before the words left his lips.

“I love you, Y/n.”

It was the first time he had said it since that night in the woods, when they were spoken with desperation and grief, a moment where both of you thought it would be the end.

Now, as he said it, it felt like a true beginning.

“And I love you, Bucky,” you said in return. It felt so good to finally say that you said it again against his lips as he pulled you closer.

After 15 or so more I love you’s from both of you, Bucky reluctantly lowered you to the ground and the two of you made your way to the couch.

“I promise I’m not going to drug the wine this time,” you said as you handed him a glass. “Gotta make sure you enjoy the hell out of this vampire romance.”

“You’re too good to me, Sweetheart,” he responded, taking a sip without hesitation as a sign of complete trust toward you, and you almost started crying again at the gesture.

After puttering around getting everything situated, you crawled into Bucky’s arms, head resting within the crook of his shoulder.

“Hey,” Bucky said, and you raised your head to look at him. “I love you.”

You smiled. “God, Beefcake, you’re such a sap.” He let out a low, rumbly chuckle, rolling his eyes.”Hey,” you said, and his gaze went back to you. “I love you, too.”

He leaned forward for another kiss before you grabbed the projector remote, pressing play.

Then, for the first time ever, in the middle of a zombie apocalypse…

You and Bucky Barnes went on a date.

Epilogue

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hslllot · 1 year

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insieme in paradiso

“together in paradise”

rated m | 2.7k words

better late than never, right? this is a short piece for my dear friend’s @harry-on-broadway fic challenge (the prompts used are in bold)! It is basically an extended version of this concept I wrote back in 2021... We’ve had such great latam content lately that I feel like I should have adjusted the setting of this, but I hope you enjoy anyways! As always, please let me know what you think. xx shan

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Was this heaven?

You were certain that you’d never felt more relaxed as you bathed in the Tuscan sunlight. Lounging beside your love, you let your eyes close, the book you were reading abandoned in the sand next to your chair ages ago. Every worry, every stressor, every bit of tension in your muscles that you carried with you drifted away in the winds of the ocean breeze.

This was the private getaway with Harry you’d been longing for. It seemed like forever since the two of you were able to spend an extended amount of time alone together.

“Mum just posted this photo. Look. Thea’s getting so big.” Your boyfriend interrupted your daze when he reached out from beside you to shove his phone in your face.

You opened your eyes slowly and lowered your sunglasses so you could take a proper look. Using your hand to shield the glare of the Italian sun, you saw on his screen an Instagram story his mother had posted of his cousin’s baby.

“She’s adorable, H.” You responded, adjusting your sunglasses back to cover your eyes. “We should give Ella a call later, maybe we can FaceTime.” All you heard in response was a short grunt as he laid back in his chair, eyes still fixed on his screen.

He was grumpy and you could tell.

One thing about your boyfriend of three years, which you found incredibly endearing, was that he loved his family more than anything. Unfortunately, when his family was gathered and he couldn’t be there, he’d tend to get a bit pouty. You’d find him glued to the group chat or Instagram to get updates on what they were up to. Sometimes you would catch him ‘liking’ or ‘reacting’ to their posts and stories (on his private account of course) in an attempt to make himself feel more included.

Birthdays. Weddings. Babies. There was a long list of family events he often had to miss because of his job, and you knew it weighed heavily on his heart.

A small part of you was slightly annoyed that he wished he were somewhere else. But another part of you, perhaps the more compassionate part, understood that multiple truths could exist at once: 1) He was happy to be spending time with you, 2) he was grateful for his job that took him to beautiful countries and allowed him to live a lavish life, and 3) he missed his family dearly.

But sometimes you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just go home and visit them whenever he felt like it. He certainly could afford it, and he had the power in all of his business relationships to take a vacation whenever he felt like it. Sometimes you wished he had more of a ‘diva’ type attitude when it came to certain things, like allowing himself to take breaks from work. However, another thing about your boyfriend was that he was a chronic overachiever and people pleaser with a tendency to overcommit to new projects. And you figured it wasn’t so bad to have a partner in life who was considerate of other peoples’ time and feelings.

Plus, you couldn’t complain much because his commitment to a new project was how you found yourself at the beautiful, private, Il Pellicano in Tuscany.

The two of you were finally spending some much needed quality time together. Coordinating your schedules had been an absolute nightmare and it was a miracle that you were able to take some time away from work to join him on this trip. He was technically here on business, preparing for the launch of his Gucci collection with Alessandro. But you had spent the majority of the trip together, watching him model his clothing, sitting side-by-side on the small private beach of your villa, and wrapped around one another in the bedroom.

At the moment though, Harry’s frustration, guilt, and longing to be with his family was threatening to penetrate the bubble of relaxation surrounding you. You could feel the restless energy emanating off of him. Without opening your eyes you heard the way he moved around in his chair and sighed under his breath as he scrolled through his phone and typed away messages in his family group chat. When you finally did open your eyes you found him on his stomach, his head at the other end of the chair near your feet, and his phone two inches from his face. And while this position afforded you a great view of his tanned back and taut muscles glistening in the Italian heat, clad only in a small pair of black swimming shorts, you could feel the tension radiating from him and you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

You reached across and placed your hand on the back of his calf, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his warm, sun-kissed skin, as if to soothe him.

“Hey baby?”

“Hmmm?” He responded mindlessly, not bothering to look up from his phone.

“Hey, look at me.” You urged, squeezing his calf to gain his attention.

“Sorry” he murmured, putting his phone down. He twisted in the lounge chair to face you, sitting up to give you his full attention. You reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

“I was thinking… I know we’re supposed to head back to London on Sunday, but what if we took a few days in Holmes Chapel?” He raised an eyebrow at you curiously, wordlessly asking where this had come from. You continued, “It’s been so long since we’ve seen Anne and I miss her… Plus, we’ve only seen Thea once since she’s been born. I think I can extend my vacation by a few days.”

He sat there for a moment silently, teasing at his bottom lip.

“I have a meeting with Lambert and Molly on Monday in London.” He winced, remembering his prior commitment.

“Surely you can do it over Zoom. Or just push it a couple days. You are the boss, aren’t you?”

Something flickered in his eyes and a slight smirk crept his lips at your mention of him being the boss.

His gears were turning and you knew him well enough to know the battle going on inside his brain. He probably didn’t love the idea of moving a meeting to go see his mum, but since it was technically your idea it was like a free pass. He could feel less guilty about it because he was doing it for you.

(Obviously you both knew this was entirely for him… But you needn’t say it)

You thought he might pass on the opportunity, and were startled when he removed his hand from yours and scrambled up from his lounge chair. He quickly moved onto your chair, straddling you with his entire body weight pinning you down. With his forearms rested on either side of your head, he placed quick kisses all over your face. Almost reflexively, you wrapped your hands around his biceps. His hot, sinewy arms flexed in your grip.

“Yeah,” is all he said before placing a long, slightly wet, kiss on your forehead. “I AM the boss. And I would like that very much. Thank you for suggesting it.” Unable to wipe the smile from his face, he placed one more tender kiss on your lips.

You reached for the sunglasses that sat atop his head and removed them, freeing space for you to run your fingers through his soft brown curls. “You’re welcome, H.” He lowered into your touch, eager for a cuddle. “But you have to get up. You’re squishing me.”

“Right, sorry.” He removed himself from on top of you and took a seat by your feet at the end of the chair. It was his turn to soothe you now, grazing his palm along your calf and up to your knee, which he gave a squeeze before dragging his hand back down.

“I think it’s time we get out of the sun, yeah?” The sly look on his face was all too familiar as his gaze trailed down your bikini-clad body. “You’re lookin’ a little sunburnt.”

“Am I?” You teased.

“I’ve got something I can rub on it back in our room.”

You rolled your eyes at him, feigning annoyance at his flirtation. Nonetheless, you knew where this was headed.

Gathering your belongings hastily, you were both eager to make your way back to the air conditioned room that held your luxurious king bed. You trailed behind Harry, climbing the stone steps up to the private entrance of your villa hand in hand.

Once inside your room, you dropped your tote bag and walked over to the balcony, sliding open the curtains and the door to let the sunshine and salt air filter through the room. Looking out at the scene below, you could see the private beach where you and Harry had spent your morning and admired the way the Tuscan sun illuminated the sapphire blue ocean ahead. You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as you felt Harry come to stand closely behind you.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” You said quietly. Harry wrapped his arms around you from behind, allowing you to rest your chin on his forearms. He nuzzled his face into your neck where he left a delicate touch of his lips.

“Thank you for being here with me.” He responded.

Any annoyance you previously felt toward your boyfriend’s proclivity for FOMO melted away when you realized how grateful you were to be here with him. In the chaos of his busy life, while he missed his family deeply, he chose to be here with you, together in paradise.

You turned yourself in his arms, your body flush against his, to find his soft, yet intense, gaze on your lips.

Harry held lightly onto your hips. Leaning in, his lips parted, and you could feel his warm breath against yours. You placed your hands on his chest, his skin burning under your fingers. With every shallow intake of breath he edged closer, until finally catching your top lip between his.

His hands trailed up your sides as your kiss became deeper, fuller. You felt like you might melt against him, heat racing down to every part of your body that was touching his. He roamed your curves and the expanse of your back, pressing you even closer to him, before finding the strings that held together your bikini. With two gentle tugs, the piece of fabric fell to the ground.

He broke away from your kiss only briefly to study the sight of you, topless, in front of him. “Bellissima,” he whispered, his voice deep and slow. You saw the muscles in his jaw tick as his gaze burned holes through you. It was your turn, this time, to grab onto him and press him closer against you, feeling his hardness.

It wasn’t long before Harry’s mouth started to move down your body. Your neck, your collarbone, your chest. His tongue dragged over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth and an intoxicating heat rippled through you.

“Bed, please” was all you could muster under your breath. Harry reluctantly pulled himself off you and started walking you back, stopping when the back of your legs hit the bed. He gently lowered you onto the bed and resumed his work dragging his mouth down your body, finishing off with a chaste kiss to your hip bone.

He stood up straight at the edge of the bed, towering over you. Eager for him, you removed your bikini bottoms and tossed them to the floor.

“A bit impatient?” He chuckled, looking down hungrily at your naked body. You didn’t bother to respond, leaning back on your forearms, you kicked your leg out and toed at the tent in his black swimming shorts, encouraging him to take them off. “Tell me” he said sternly.

“I want them off.”

He pulled his shorts down and discarded them on the floor before climbing on to the bed. You admired the way he wrapped his hand around his cock and began slowly stroking himself, a small sense of relief evident on his face. He lowered himself over you and pressed his lips to yours. While your tongues met, the pads of his fingertips began to explore, trailing delicately down your stomach. Your body responded to his familiar touch, goosebumps racing over you and a fire simmering in your belly.

You were desperate for him, your body begging for him to touch you as his fingers made their way down to your heat. A heavy moan left your lips when he began running circles over your clit. At that moment, you were completely overwhelmed by him. The way his lips felt against yours, the taste of his tongue, the scent of his cologne, the soft pads of his fingers on your most sensitive spot.

“I want you,” you whined.

“You have me,” he answered teasingly, his mouth only a fraction of an inch away from yours. He dragged his finger down and dipped into your entrance. “Fuck - you’re so wet.”

“Please…”

At your begging he positioned himself between your legs, removed his fingers, and replaced them with a press of his hips against yours, the tip of his cock firm against your slit.

Your hands grappled to hold on to any part of him you could, eventually landing on his shoulders. Gripping tightly, your fingertips dug into his skin. You wrapped your ankles around his calves and felt the way his body fit perfectly against yours.

The first thrust inside you was slow. Every inch of your body pulled tight around him as he sank deeper. Your breath hitched as a wave of pleasure raced through you.

“Fuck,” Harry rasped as he rocked into you. The sound of his voice sent a tingle down your spine. “I love you so much,” he whispered into your skin, brushing a kiss across your jaw.

You said it back to him as the two of you moved against each other, getting lost in the feelings of love and undulating pleasure between you.

———

You and Harry spent the rest of the day immersed in one another in your private villa.

The last go around, you unraveled together with his face buried in your neck while you were clutched tight around him.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you, trying to catch his breath.

You turned on your side to look at him, flooded with warmth and giddiness as you acknowledged how handsome he was. You used the tip of your finger to trace the lines of his face. The sharp cut of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the full of his lips. As you were about to trace your thumb over his eyebrow he grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips.

“Thank you again for suggesting we go to Holmes Chapel after this,” he said against your hand, still pressed to his lips.

“Of course,” You moved closer to him and he let go of your hand in order to wrap his arms around you. “You can go home whenever you want, you know.”

He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I know. It’s easier to go when I know you’re coming with me.”

You hummed in understanding and pressed your lips against his chest.

“I should give Jeffrey a call and ask him to make the travel arrangements for us… And postpone my meetings.”

As if on cue, his phone’s ringtone chimed from his tote bag on the floor by the door. He was reluctant to let go of you, but you gave him a look of approval that had him scrambling out of the bed to retrieve it. You took the opportunity to admire his naked body, silently thanking the Italian sun and his morning cardio routine for the glorious sight of him.

You felt a warmth in your chest, though, at the smile that grew on his face when he looked down at his phone to see who was calling.

“Hey mum, yeah….guess what…I’m coming home.”

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Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think.

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Of the Birds and the Bees

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader ft. Ella

Summary: Ella asks the question of all questions. How will her dad react?

Warnings: talks of babies and stuff, fluff, this is actually very funny, suggestive things...

Word Count: 1,7k

a/n: Well... This kinda just happened! 😂 Thanks to @lokisgoodgirl for giving me some great ideas! 😁Credits to you, my lovely friend! 💚

Divider by the wonderful @fictive-sl0th ! 💚

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Masterlist °☆• Baby Fever Masterlist

You knew this day would come... The day most of the parents were afraid of. The day their kids started to ask questions and get more curious about how the world around them was functioning. Ella had started this phase, when she was three years old - and she was still in it. Not as much as she was with four or five, but still. With Ella passing through this very important stage in her life, both you and Loki hoped that she was going to spare you with the question... Where does babies come from. Luckily, she did spare you and Loki, at first - for about two years. Until the whole sibling thing started, and you were going through your second pregnancy...

"Daddy?" The god sat beside his daughter, in the warm, soft sand of Pensacola Beach in Florida, building a sandcastle with her. The little family had decided to take some time off, enjoying the summer holidays in the sunny state. This was the third day in a row the three - pardon, four, spend on the beach, due to the fact Ella loved it so much. She loved the sun, the beach, the water... And especially, she loved to drag her dad along. While you got the 'privilege' to lay lazily on a beach chair the whole day, tanning yourself and reading books, Loki was playing with Ella. Not that he didn't like it, no. Quite the opposite. He loved it. Okay... Loki may have been not a beach and sea loving person, but he'd do anything for his princess. Anything.

"Yes, princess?" The raven-haired man answered, helping to shape the big castle they were building further. "Where does my baby brother or sister come from?" The question came totally out of the blue; escaping the little girl's lips so casually. Loki was completely taken aback by this; and also quite... shocked? What was he supposed to answer? "Daddy?" Ella addressed him once again, looking up to him with those big, innocent blue eyes. Loki swallowed, his brain searching feverishly for a fitting explanation to a six-year-old. "Well..." He started; his eyes landing frantically on you. You laid on a beach chair, not that far away with a sunshade protecting your body from the hot sun of Florida, just like the sunglasses on top of your nose were shielding your eyes. One hand was supporting your head, while the other rested protectively on your already quite big baby bump - for being three months pregnant. No doubt, that Loki's Frost Giant genes were strong in this baby... From where Loki sat, it looked like you were sleeping - and the last thing he wanted to do was to wake you up. The god knew very well, that growing a baby was very straining and could be exhausting... But growing a Frost Giant baby, was even more stressful for the body. So, waking you up was definitely no option, which left him no choice than to answer this difficult question by himself...

He took a deep breath, facing Ella again. Play it cool, Loki... Just play it cool... "Where do you think babies are coming from, sweetie?" Testing the waters first. Although Loki knew that his girl was very smart. "Hmm..." Ella hummed, furrowing her brows in a thinking manner. She looked very cute, doing this. "It has something to do with you and mommy, right?" "Indeed. Yes." The god nodded, starting to smile. Luckily, his brilliant mind came up with an idea just in time. "Alright, so... Princess, you know daddy's got magic, right?" Once again, the little girl was looking up at her dad, totally intrigued and excited. "Uh.Huh." "Well... Daddy's got a magic wand, with whom he can tap mommy, and when the moon stands just right and the stars align..." Ella's eyes widened in fascination. "I'm going to get a baby brother or sister..." She breathed, finishing Loki's sentence. He nodded, being totally proud and confident about his answer - which was technically not wrong... "Can I see the magic wand?" If the question beforehand wouldn't have run Loki over like a truck, this question certainly did. Completely innocent, wide eyes were looking up at him. Well, he put himself in this precarious situation. Why didn't he think of that? Of course, was his daughter way too curious sometimes for her own good... "No, princess. Absolutely not." The good quickly shook his head. "This wand is not meant for little princesses to see." Loki prayed that Ella would just accept his answer and not ask more questions. "Oh... Okay." The girl shrugged her shoulders and redirected her attention back to the sandcastle. Relief washed over the god. Thank the Norns, he thought. His eyes travelled up to the beach chair once again, seeing that you had woken up; nose buried in a book now. "Ella, I'm going to check on mommy, okay?" "Okay." "Stay here, don't go out of sight, yeah?" "I know, daddy. You always tell me that. I won't do it." She said, smiling coyly at her father, who nodded. "I know, but I say it nevertheless, because I love you so very much." Loki stated, quickly reaching out his arms to tickle her pink swimsuit clad sides, which caused Ella to squeal and laugh. "S-Stop, d-daddy, s-stop!" She panted in between high-pitched giggles, trying to fight back, but Loki was, of course, taller and stronger. Nevertheless, he had mercy on her and stopped tickling her. Instead, he crawled around the sandcastle (not to destroy it) and 'attacked' his on the sand laying daughter with kisses, smooching her face. Once again, Ella started to laugh and wrapped her small hands around Loki's neck, in order to hug him. "I love you, too, daddy." She giggled, squeezing her eyes shut as Loki's long, matching raven curls tickled her face.

Once Loki was satisfied in showing his daughter how much exactly he loved her, he stood up from the warm sand and made his way over to you.

"Hello, my love." You welcomed him with a smile, lowering your sunglasses to properly look at him. "Hi." "Awake again?" You nodded - and as if on cue, yawned. A sweet chuckle left the God's lips. "Seems like you should go back to sleep again." You giggled as well, looking up at the devilishly handsome man.

His black curls fell over his broad shoulders, his bare torso literally shining in the sun, causing him to look even more ethereal. The only thing preventing him from being naked was the pair of black swim shorts, which sat quite snug around his hips and thighs, giving you the perfect view of the strong muscles in his legs and a sneak peek of his v-line. Not to mention the patch of black, fine hair disappearing inside the swim shorts... Norns... You quickly blinked and slightly shook your head to get yourself out of this... lusting trance. Stupid hormones.

"Love, everything alright?" Your husband asked, wearing that mischievous, boyish smile of his. He knew. Oh, he definitely knew. "Uh.Huh, yeah, of course." Loki raised a sceptical eyebrow, stepping closer to the beach chair you were laying in. "Yes, is that so? Are you certain?" He asked, placing a hand on the arm rest of the chair, leaning over, so that he was almost hovering above you now. You bit your lip, watching all his muscles in his upper body flex, as they were working hard to keep him upright. "Or does my wife need a... special treatment?" Loki's whispered seductively. A wolfish smirk tugged on his lips, as his free hand landed on your bare leg, making its way from your knee to the inside of your thigh. "I-I... Uh..." You stammered, feeling the heat crawl up inside you. Your sanity was fighting against it, because Ella was just a stone's throw away. So, you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, taking a deep breath. "I'm good, Lokes. As much I'd love to have a special treatment, I don't want Ella to... You know." The lust in Loki's eyes vanished, as he looked at you in understanding. "Of course, love. You're right. I'm sorry, I just... Sometimes, I just can't restrain myself - and I saw how you were looking at me." You smiled, bringing yours and Loki's intertwined hands to your lips, placing a kiss there. "I know, baby - and believe me when I tell you, that I love that about you." You winked at him. "And I'm more than happy to have this special treatment later, when our daughter is in bed." Another smirk darted over the God's face. "Oh, I am more than delighted to accept this offer, my queen." He bent down once again, placing a sweet but firm kiss on your lips.

After he straightened up again, Loki eyed the beach chair, and with a snap of his fingers, the chair became suddenly bigger, wider - fitting for two people. Loki didn't waste any time, laid down beside you, turned on his side, so he was able to see you. He supported his head with one arm; the free hand resting on your bump. "Everything alright in there as well?" You nodded, tucking a loose strand of his long raven hair behind his ear. "Perfect, babe." He smiled, just studying your face for a few moments, until he spoke up again. "Ella just asked me the question." Your eyes widened on an instant. "The question?" Now it was the God's turn to nod. "Yes." "What did you tell her?" "Well..." Loki said, starting to smile smugly. "Lokes..." You said in a warning tone, already expecting the worst. "I told her that daddy has a magic wand he can tap mommy with it and that when the moon stands just right and the stars align..." He said, winking at you. "Oh Norns... A magic wand?" The God was still smiling smugly, now wiggling his eyebrows. "Well, it's not a lie, is it, my queen?" You playfully rolled your eyes and slapped his chest slightly; eyes landing on the still happily playing Ella. A freaking magic wand... Unbelievable, yet absolutely Loki-like.

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #tom hiddleston x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #tom hiddleston characters #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson x pregnant reader

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glaciertea · 10 days

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Masterlist here~

Tales the Songs Weave

Notes: He's a desperate man needing a desperate plan.

Chapter 8: Don't Need Another Perfect Lie...

Word count: 1.6K

It wasn't elementary planning to escape the headquarters for the upcoming outing.

After returning to the society, Jess stood waiting, prepared to rip him a new one in front of their peers about how he was late or how he didn't even bother to impose that he'd be out later than expected.

“The stuff I needed wasn't all at that one shop.” His voice aloof, with a hint of moroseness.

“That doesn't excuse the fact you left Peter and I here longer than what you told us!” Jess shot an incredulous scowl at her ‘superior.’

“I was only thirty minutes la-”

“Two! You were over two hours late, Miguel! I know how time works! I'm not stupid!” She paced back and forth, her hand on her forehead.

“If you just notified us that you expected to be out for an extended period of time, then it would have been a bit better. We would've accommodated better, but no! You decided to go the Miguel route and not bother communicating over something as simple as this!”

Miguel flooded with boiling rage. All eyes are on them. His teeth gritted as he struggled not to crack and not send his temperament into a spiral. Especially with the box of medallions from her under his arm.

“Look, I'm sorry. I will make up your time. Now. Let. It. Go.” Miguel loomed over Jess, who still maintained her stance.

She clicked her tongue and pressed her lips tightly together, head turned to the sky, eyes shut.

“This once. Only! This one time. But if you try and pull this stunt again, Miguel, I swear–”

“You won't have to worry about it happening again.”

“I'm expecting it not to.” And with that, Jess sauntered away.

Miguel fumed as he spotted the other spiders peeking before rushing out, pretending to do their own thing. And that only peeved him off more.

Miguel had to reason with someone or concoct a scheme. As time churned, Miguel had less than three days to prepare something.

You proposed to not hang out that Wednesday night, much to his dismay, so you can both be fully rested up Thursday. A challenge for him.

The setback was that he had no one to rely on. Jess was surely out of the picture, and E-616 Peter was presumably upset with him.

He briefly voted on a code to power the systems down for the day, but an anomaly ambush can occur if they're not heeding precautions.

He researched all of the spider workers who would be able to manage his shift. E-13122 Peter is one of his best, just as good as Jess, but that would raise suspicion.

Lyla was out of the equation all together. She's reliable to a certain extent.

Each day passed as he bid on creating something, yet each idea was unsustainable. The more the clock ticked, the more lies he messaged to you about him definitely being there, which led him to become more hostile.

Before he realized it, Wednesday night snuck up on him, and Miguel was frothing. He had less than twelve hours to come up with something, or his excursion with you had to be canceled.

And he refused to reach that conclusion.

“Hey Miguel, I've been meaning to ask, what's the invention you're working on to get all those goob- whoa!”

Peter swiftly dodge-rolled as Miguel swung at full force. Mayday cooed and chortled loudly.

“What the heck was that for? I know you don't have a spidey sense, but you gotta be careful where you swing that-”

Peter leapt onto the desk as Miguel catapulted a trash bin at him.

“Miguel! What has gotten into you?!” Peter shielded Mayday's top half of her body from the increasing irate spider.

“¡Se supone que ni siquiera debería estar aquí mañana! Pero no tengo nada, nada a lo que recurrir! ¡Ella me odiará! ¡No quiero que me odie!”

Miguel maniacally squeezed his hair, talons leaving marks, treading back and forth.

Peter hopped off the table and lifted his hands. He began to breathe slowly from the nose and out of the mouth at the anxiety-induced man. Miguel eventually mimicked the motions, his pants subsiding.

“There we go, big guy. Now tell Peter what's got your suit in a bunch.”

Miguel pierced into his soul with those bloodshot, scarlet eyes. He hasn't slept in two days, stressing over how he'll be able to spend the day with you.

“Peter, I need to see her tomorrow! I have to! I have no way out!” He struck the metal surface, his monitors rattling from the force.

Peter squinted as he tried to understand what Miguel was rambling on about, when it struck him.

“It's that girl, isn't it?” He snapped his fingers. “It is, isn't it?! I knew it! I knew you were getting close with her!”

Miguel dug his nails into his work surface, making an unpleasant noise. Peter rapidly covered May's ears from it as he halted his tiny victory.

“Right, right, sorry! So why can't you exactly go see her tomorrow? What's holding you back?” He cocked his head.

“I can't leave this, Peter. I have to be here. They need me here. Jess needs me here. I need to be here.”

Peter opened his mouth but shut it when he saw that Miguel wasn't done.

“But I want to be there. I want to be there for her, with her. She brings that simplicity. That normality. I just want to be near her.” He slumped on his knees, claws on either side of his head.

Peter dazed on at the beaten man, who was indisputably thwacked in the chest with a cupid's arrow. He raked the room, scouring for something, when that lightbulb went off.

“Give me your watch.” Peter held his hand out.

Miguel was stunned before shaking his head.

“What? No! I'm not giving you my-”

“You like this girl, right? You said it yourself–you want to be near her. So give me the watch.” He made a grabbing gesture.

“Peter, I'm not–I'm not just going to give you my-”

“Miguel, come on now! I know you want to give it to me!

“I do not want to give you my watc-”

“JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN WATCH!”

Only beeps and machines with the occasional spider-people voices echoed through Miguel's office, as he was stupefied by the sudden aggression from his usual perky friend.

“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell. Mayday, never repeat that word.” Peter whispered in May's hair as she squealed and clapped her tiny hands.

“Look, Miguel, give yourself a break. You're the only spider who rarely does it! You're allowed to relax like the rest of us. So for your sanity and for the love of God ours, give me the watch.”

Peter once again persistently held his hand out. Miguel clutched onto the device. He has never ditched his comm for any reason. None. It's too risky, and anything can happen if he's not keeping up with surveillance.

“What are you planning on doing with it?” Miguel narrowed his eyes, leery of whatever proposal Peter was eager to make.

“I'm going to have you patrol my universe.”

Before Miguel could retaliate, the spider resumed.

“I'm going to have a drone fly across the city and tell them you're doing a patrol for me. And if others try to get in contact, I'll redirect your messages to me!” He jazzed his hands, and a wild grin spread across his face.

“And if they ask why I can't patrol my own dimension, I'll just convince them I'm having a family fun day! Perfect plan!”

Peter proudly puffed his chest as May wriggled out of her sling, crawling over to Miguel. He remembered what you stated when you described how Peter would aid him if he ever needed assistance. How he's willing to tackle his tasks for him just so he can go out.

May squirmed onto Miguel's lap, gaily peering up at him with her rosy-red cheeks. Miguel lifted his head to Peter, who was squatting in front with the same jovial smile.

“I got you, Miggy. Now, please hand over the device so you can enjoy yourself!”

Miguel's breath stuttered as he observed Peter's eyes. Then he rested the confined tool in the other hero's palm.

Two more strings lay dormant.

“Gracias, Peter, I truly, truly appreciate this. But if anything goes wrong.”

Peter wagged his finger and tutted at his boss. “Miguel, nothing will go wrong! And if it does, I’ve seen how you handle these situations a bazillion times. Have some type of faith in me!”

He plucked his yawning daughter off Miguel's shoulder and slid her back into her respective spot. “Time for Mayday to hit the sack. And I think you should too; you have a big day tomorrow.”

Miguel bowed his head, thanking him further as he watched the two portal back to their earth.

He rose to his feet and trudged to his multitude of PC monitors before slipping in a peek at the video of Gabriella and him.

“Gabi, mi osita… tengo a alguien que aprenderá más sobre ti. Alguien que... aprenda sobre mis pecados. I don't know how they will exactly react, but I feel as though they need to know who I truly am. What I truly am.”

He paused, his eyes darting from one glowing screen to the next, before stepping away into his hiding space to get some rest for tomorrow.

All he could pray was that you wouldn't find him repulsive by the end of it.

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Play Something for Me

Writing Prompt: Army Elvis

Content: oral sex, sexual conduct in a church, lonely Elvis in Germany, 18+

Thank you to these amazing ladies @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis for always encouraging me and for inspiring me with their writing and their horny fantasies love of Elvis.

“Mom! Mom! Is this you?” Ruby looked up from chopping carrots as her eleven-year-old daughter Ella burst into the kitchen excitedly. “This looks just like old pictures of you!” she continued in amazement, shoving the magazine in Ruby’s face. “What is this?” Ruby murmured as she saw the image, her heart beginning to race as memories came instantly flooding back. “It’s a fan magazine, mom,” Ella said with exasperation. “It’s all about Elvis’ new Aloha special, but there’s this section of old pictures. This one is of fans standing outside his house in Germany,” she explained. “Why does this girl look just like you?” Ruby gazed at the black and white photo of her 18-year-old self, her hands still clutching the knife and a carrot. “That is me, honey,” she said as calmly as possible, trying to keep the tremor of emotion out of her voice. “What?! You were in Germany at the same time as Elvis? Standing outside his house? And you never told me? Did you see him? Did you talk to him? Was he as beautiful in person?” Ella’s questions came pouring out in a torrent of words. Ruby tried to focus on what Ella was asking as the entire experience played through her mind in an instant.

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“Hey, you!” Ruby shouted as the tall slim figure finished scaling the fence and dropped down in front of her. “Jesus Christ, lil’ girl, ya sc-sc-scared me,” he stuttered as he put a hand in front of his eyes, attempting to shield himself from the bright light of Ruby’s flashlight. Her jaw dropped as the light shone fully on his face. “It’s - it’s you!” she squeaked out, her face turning bright red as her eyes looked him up and down. “Shh! Yeah, i-i-it’s me, now don’t alert the attack dogs,” he said, nodding toward the front of the house where throngs of fans were still on the lookout for a glimpse of their beloved idol. “That’s quite the way to talk about your fans,” Ruby mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed about being just another annoying fan to him. “Aw, honey, that wasn’t directed at you,” Elvis teased. “You were obviously jus’ snoopin’ around my house with a big ol’ flashlight for some completely innocent reason, right?” Ruby could feel her cheeks burning as Elvis looked her up and down appraisingly. “Actually,” she said defensively, “I heard something and thought it might be an intruder. I was trying to protect you.” The corner of Elvis’ mouth went up in a crooked little grin. “That’s mighty sweet of ya, honey,” he spoke in a low voice, making her shiver with some kind of strange energy. “But I don’t need no protectin’, I was jus’ sneakin’ out for a little walk.” “Alone?” Ruby asked before realizing how rude and nosy that sounded. She was glad for the darkness that somewhat covered up her constant blushing. “Not anymore,” Elvis said as he headed off toward a path around the back of the house. “You comin’?” he called over his shoulder. Ruby hurried to catch up with his long strides.

Once Elvis knew he was safe from the crowd, his gait slowed a little bit. Ruby settled into the more comfortable pace beside him. “So why are you trying to escape from all those people who love you so much?” Ruby asked, her voice cutting through the silence. “I-I-I’m not tryin’ to escape, I jus’ needed a little time away, and I didn’t want ‘em to think I was ignorin’ ‘em. I-I-I didn’t want to let anyone down,” his voice was close to a whisper by the end, and Ruby noted with delight how cute his nervous little stutter was. “I don’t think you could disappoint anyone,” Ruby declared, feeling her face flush yet again. “Oh, I could, honey. Y’see, all those people love Elvis Presley, but they don’t really know me. I ain’t without faults, y’know.” The way his eyes bore into her body, Ruby felt that maybe he was talking about one fault in particular. “Well, everybody has faults, but people still love each other,” she pointed out. Elvis smiled at that. “I s’pose you’re right. That’s mighty smart of you, Miss - what’s your name, honey?” “It’s Ruby,” she answered, nervously looking down as Elvis stopped walking right under the glow of the streetlight. “Ruby. That’s a perfect name for you, honey,” he said with a grin. “Oh? Why’s that?” Ruby questioned. “Cuz you’re beautiful. And your face gets red as a ruby every time I look at ya,” he said teasingly. “It does not!” Ruby protested, even as she felt her face burning up with humiliation. She swatted at his arm, but he caught her hand and pulled her in close. “Aw, Ruby honey, I think it’s cute,” he said leaning down toward her face. Before she knew what was happening, his sweet soft lips were smushed against hers. She couldn’t stop a gentle gasp from escaping, and his tongue slipped into her mouth. Elvis cradled the back of her neck with one hand, the other clasped tight against the side of her breast as he continued the passionate kiss. When he finally pulled back, he smiled at the blissful look on her face. “That felt really nice,” Ruby whispered, her eyes still closed. “It sure did, honey,” Elvis continued walking, this time holding her hand in his.

“So what are ya doin’ in Germany, honey? I know ya ain’t from here because you’re one of the only girls who can understand what I’m sayin’,” Elvis joked. “Oh, my father is stationed here for work, but we’re actually moving back to the States in three days,” Ruby explained. “Oh, I see, ya just came to cast your spell on me before takin’ off, huh?” he said, with a hint of sadness in his voice. “Well, I really wanted to meet you before I left. I’ve always loved your music and, um, you’re just so handsome, too,” she whispered. She was surprised to see it was Elvis’ turn to blush at that. “Well, I-I-I hope you still love it when this two years is over,” he said. “Oh, I’ll always love you. Your music, I mean,” Ruby quickly corrected. Elvis chuckled. “I’m glad ta hear it honey. I-I-It’s been kind of a rough time for me lately, so it’s nice to hear someone loves me. My music, I mean,” he teased as he gave her hand a playful squeeze.

“What’s this place here?” Elvis asked, motioning to the building they were walking toward. “Oh, this is St. Bonifatius, the Catholic church,” Ruby explained. “I like the windows,” Elvis said, eyeing the stained glass that glittered a little bit under the streetlights. “Do you want to go in and look around? The churches usually stay open for people to go in and pray.” Elvis nodded, and the two of them walked through the door into the vestibule. Elvis peeked into the church and glanced around at the empty pews. “I guess it’s just us in here, honey,” he announced, sounding relieved. “Oh, there’s a nice piano!” he exclaimed, walking up toward the altar. “Would you maybe play me something please?” Ruby asked with a smile. “Well, since ya asked so sweetly, I’ll play something for my little red Ruby,” Elvis sat down at the piano bench, his long legs spread apart.

Ruby stood next to the piano and watched as Elvis began to run his fingers over the keys, launching into “If I Loved You.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as his performance became more passionate, his eyes closing. “Oh!” Ruby gasped as her eyes dropped to his lap and she saw that his passion was not contained to the piano playing. Elvis heard her gasp and opened his eyes, following her gaze down to where Little Elvis was trying to put on his own performance, straining against the pants that held him down. His fingers paused, hovering over the keys nervously. “I-I-I’m sorry, honey, I-I-I just get so e-e-excited performing sometimes that I, I mean, it’s, um,” Elvis nervously stumbled over his explanation. “Elvis, it’s okay,” Ruby said, stepping closer. “Just keep playing. I can help you,” she whispered as she lowered herself in between his legs. “Y-y-you’re gonna help me? In here?” Elvis looked around. “You said yourself, it’s just us in here,” Ruby said softly, reaching to unzip his pants. “But honey, you don’t gotta-” “Shh,” Ruby interrupted gently, “I just want to make you feel better.” She was surprised at her own forwardness, but something about him just made her want to please him. She pulled his hard cock out and started stroking it with her hand. She liked how firm and warm it felt as the skin moved up and down. She had never seen a man’s private parts before, but she’d heard gossip from her friends about what you were supposed to do with it. “Play something for me,” she requested, not wanting him to notice her inexperience. “Oh, oh, okay,” Elvis moaned in answer as Ruby leaned in and touched her tongue to the tip of his cock. Elvis tried to focus on the keys under his fingers as Ruby’s warm mouth enveloped him completely.

Ruby glanced up from where she was clumsily sliding her tongue all over Elvis’ cock. She had no idea what she was doing, but Elvis didn’t seem to mind. He was now playing what sounded like totally random chords as his head was tilted back, his breath coming out in moans and pants. She slid her mouth down further, trying to see if she could fit all of him inside. As she sucked her way back up to the tip, Elvis stopped playing completely and moaned out, “Oh God, Ruby, I-I-I can’t take it anymore. I’m g-g-gonna cum.” His hips thrust up a little bit as something warm and thick filled her mouth. It tasted different, but there was nowhere to go with it, so she swallowed it down. Elvis looked down at her with a smile that warmed her heart. “Why’d you stop playing?” Ruby asked with a grin. “Oh I don’ know honey, you were makin’ me sing instead,” Elvis laughed. “You had me singing Alleluia in here.” As he tucked his cock back into his pants, he started laughing harder at his joke. “At least we’re in the right place for it though!” The sound of his hiccupping laughter made Ruby start giggling too until both of them were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes.

“Oh honey, I needed that so much,” Elvis pulled Ruby up onto his lap on the bench and kissed her lips softly. “I’ve, um, never done that before,” Ruby admitted shyly. Elvis smiled and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “I thought that might be the case.” “Oh,” Ruby replied nervously. “Was it not very good?” “Naw, honey, it was perfect, I loved it. Made me feel like I must be doin’ somethin’ right to earn that from you,” he whispered in her ear. “Well, I just think you’re really something special, and I wanted to give you something to remember me by,” Ruby said, running her fingers over the collar of his shirt. “Oh, Ruby honey, trust me, this is something I won’t ever forget. You gave me some, uh, comfort in a very tryin' time,” he smiled.

After Elvis walked her home, Ruby asked “Are you sure you won’t forget me?” “Never, honey," he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I’ll find a way ta let ya know how special this was ta me,” he smiled and gave her another sweet kiss before turning and heading back to his house, hoping he could find a way to hold onto the happiness Ruby had made him feel in the midst of all this loneliness.

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“Mom! Mom! Are you listening to me?” Ella’s voice cut through the memories Ruby had hidden away for fifteen years. “There’s this interview here where they’re asking him about his career and stuff. They asked what he liked best about being in Germany, and he said there was this beautiful church where he got to play the piano and it brought him so much happiness when he was sad. Isn’t that cool? What if you walked into church and Elvis Presley was playing the piano?” Ella rambled on as Ruby's breath caught in her throat. Elvis’ words played back in her mind. “I’ll find a way ta let ya know how special this was ta me.” Ruby quickly wiped away a tear as Ella continued. “You’re not answering me, mom! Did you ever get to see him?” Ruby smiled and decided to tell the truth in the simplest and most appropriate way she could. “I only got a glimpse of him, but he was even more beautiful in person.”

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