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Three: Take Me Back To The Day We Met

Peter Parker x Reader series

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, mentions of cheating, swearing, descriptions of sex +18, fluff!

w/c: 3k

a/n: Enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and support this series is having. I will be forever grateful! Thank you for staying 'til the end ❤️. Gif not mine.

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Peter felt his heart sink in his chest and could blame no one but himself.

There you were, laughing with Austin at something trivial he had said. You had only gone on one date. You told yourself that you should move on and get on with your life just as you thought Peter had gotten on with his.

But that wasn't true because Peter was standing there holding back tears and the roses he had bought you behind his back.

He had set it all up, flowers, invite you, dinner, apologies, tell you the whole truth, promise ring, hug, kiss, happy again. Everything exactly in that order and without skipping a step.

However, Peter had overlooked one small detail. You guys had broken up almost two months ago and that made you free to date someone else.

Even more so if that someone was as cute smart and kind as Austin.

Austin was the exact opposite of Peter. Tall, blond, thin, blue-eyed, bad at science but very good at history. That explained why he was studying literature. Austin loved the attention, going out to parties (though not too much drinking) and spending time with his many, many friends.

Peter... Peter was totally different from that.

Probably for that reason you had agreed to go out with him. Because he was different from Parker and you didn't want to go through the same thing. He had already made you suffer enough.

Spiderman followed you on several of your dates. 3 to be exact. He wanted to make sure Austin didn't get smart with you and that you were healthy. Although it was probably also out of pure morbid curiosity. Peter felt a thousand knives go through his heart when he saw him kiss you and yet he didn't take his eyes off you for a second.

His mind wandered and he imagined himself in Austin's place and it was then that he resigned himself. He had lost you. He had lost you through his own fault and you weren't coming back.

That day Spiderman stopped following you and you wished he had continued to do so because Austin was starting to turn a little dark.

One night, you were in your bedroom watching a movie when Austin started kissing your neck. That was fine with you. What wasn't fine was that he slipped his hand under your skirt and between your legs and you weren't ready for that.

"Austin, I'm sorry. I'm not ready for this yet" you pulled his hand away.

"Please, y/n. We've been dating for two weeks, do you want to make me wait any longer?" The blond asked and moved his hand back up between your legs.

Peter would never have done that.

"Austin, seriously. Please stop" you pushed his hand away and sat down. You were not at all comfortable right now.

"God..." he swallowed deeply and then exhaled. "Can we at least do something oral? Seeing you wear that skirt has given me a huge hard-on. I need your help."

Peter had already seen you in that skirt and had only said it matched the color of your eyes.

"I'm not going to do anything. I don't feel comfortable and I'm not going to do it" you said firmly. You feared his reaction but you weren't going to give in to something you didn't want to do.

"Then I'll have to find someone to fix what you caused?" he stood up and took your arm. "A little unfair, don't you think?"

You wanted to scream. You wanted to spit at him. You wanted to tell him you were going to finish him off but you'd seen too many documentaries on female homicide to act any better than that.

"Austin, I'm on my period and I ate tuna in the morning so if you don't want your penis bloody or smelling like a fish fry we'd better save it for another day." You looked at him and he just nodded.

It was the best you could say... you weren't very proud but at least you could get out of that room in one piece. The documentaries had taught you that you don't tell a man you're going to leave him and take the kids. You just disappear the next day without a trace.

Obviously you weren't married and you didn't have children. But you weren't going to give him any more reason to get upset in front of you and earn an aggressive action from him. If he could run his hand up your legs without your permission, he could certainly do other things and you weren't going to stick around to find out.

You broke up with him by text message and talked to some of your friends, teachers and the principal. If Austin ever went crazy and did something to you, everyone would already know it was him because you had told them.

This news reached Peter's ears. Now he knew what Austin had done to you and his blood boiled like lava in an active volcano. Parker decided to take revenge. He didn't beat him, he was too good for that, but he did make him take off all his clothes except his underwear and threw two spider webs into his hands to stick him to the campus pole. It took several hours for the web to dissolve and by then everyone had seen him apologize to you in public, because it was part of the plan. Obviously you knew this was Peter made.

Parker still cared about you. You didn't know how that made you feel...it was like something about him drew you to him and your heart always ended up going back to him.

Peter had it in mind to use this to get you to come back to him or to at least listen to what he has to say.

Parker decided to start small. He knew he couldn't just walk up and ask you out after what he had done so he took it slow.

The first thing he did was leave you a note over a pizza box outside your bedroom that said: Thursday is pizza night.

When you saw the note you couldn't help but smile slightly. Too bad he wasn't around to observe your reaction.

The next thing was to leave you a stuffed dog stuck to the window with his web. The note said "No dogs allowed on campus but I know how much you want one. It's the best I can do... For now."

Your heart went out to him. If Peter was trying to get you to forgive him...he was succeeding in a small way.

Although, it still hurt that 1. he betrayed you like that and 2. it took him so long to try to fix it. However, it was you who asked him for time and space. So you were just mad and hurt.

But you had the right to feel whatever you wanted. He lied to you. He hurt you. Your feelings and reactions are yours and yours alone. You had learned that you shouldn't keep them to yourself. In part, Peter was the one who helped you to be more open emotionally...

The last of his moves was a small box with a note taped to it that read. "Sorry, can we talk?" And inside the box was the key to his apartment.

With this Peter wanted to tell you: I'm not with MJ because I didn't give her the key.

That's exactly what you thought. But it's never good to have false expectations so you took it as calmly as possible. Under the keys was another note that read. "7 pm. My apartment. Please."

You were going to go. But you wanted it to be a last minute surprise for him. If you were nervous, Peter was six times as nervous.

His spidey senses were driving him crazy. He was pacing back and forth all over his apartment as he counted the candles (artificial because we don't want fire accidents), dinner in the oven...lasagna. The only thing he had learned to cook from his Aunt May and nobperfectly because the cheese was a little browner than it should be.

The music, his favorite songs on a playlist and some of his own choice that repeated the word "I'm sorry" a lot, the message was explicit and implicit. Peter was sorry and wanted to make amends more than anything else in the world.

Parker was about to go crazy. He even hung upside down from the ceiling trying to calm his nerves. You were 16 minutes and 37 seconds late (not that Peter was counting) but you arrived and he was more than relieved.

He opened the door and there you were. Wearing that cute skirt again. Autin had ruined it for you, yes. But nothing Peter's smile at seeing you in it couldn't fix.

"You came" he looks at you like you're not real. Like you were a product of the blood pooling in his head after hanging from the ceiling.

"I'm sorry. I'm late... Anya needed help with the hem of her dress and it was torn so it was tedious to get it fixed" you bite your lip. If your heart is going fast you know hers is going with propellant.

"It's okay" he quickly replies. "It doesn't matter" he smiles that smile you missed so much. "The important thing is that you're here now."

"I think so..." you nod slightly and bite your lip walking into his apartment.

You inhale deeply and there's that signature smell of his home. It's an indescribable scent that every home has and you missed that smell so much...

"Did you like my gifts?" he asks hoping to hear the answer.

"It was nice... I didn't think you still remembered I wanted a dog" you fold your arms. You're here to talk. But you're still hurting and you were never good at being a hypocrite pretending everything is okay when it's not.

"I pay attention to you. I have always done" walks over to the dining room table and pulls the chair over to sit you down. "I made lasagna...the cheese is a little burnt so we can order food if you don't want to eat it or I can-"

"Peter" you stop him before he talks too much and smile. "It's okay... I like the golden cheese on the lasagna." You sit down and thank him as he pulls your chair into the dining room.

"Okay..." he inhales deeply and takes the lasagna out of the oven which wasn't on but, he kept it in there so it wouldn't get cold. "Water, right?" He asks as he places your lasagna in front of you.

"That's right" you watch the water fill your glass and then him sit down across from you. "You wanted to talk?" You blurt out once you both start eating.

"Yes...I did. I wanted to apologize for everything" he sighs and looks down at his fork after taking a big bite. "What I said about MJ last time didn't-."

"You don't have to explain that to me." You interrupt him.

"Please let me finish..." he looks at you pleadingly. "I want to explain to you why my choice of words wasn't the best and made you think I had called you because MJ couldn't and that's not true." He denies. "I didn't call MJ because I didn't want to call her. I called you because you're the one I wanted around, I want around." He clarifies.

"I see..." you take a sip of water. You know how hard it is for him to express himself in a good way.

"About what happened at the fair..." he sighs heavily remembering it. He hated himself for what he had done. "I got carried away with my emotions. I regret that every day and it will never happen again. I will never put you through that again if you decide to give me a chance."

"Why did it take you so long to ask her? Couldn't you decide between me and her?" You raise an eyebrow.

"No. I chose you. It took me so long to tell you because you'd asked me for some time and.... then I saw you with that asshole Austin." Her jaw tenses. "He's a jerk. And if it wasn't for my mistake we never would have broken up and you never would have dated that monster."

"You can't blame yourself for that. It was my decision to be with him" you close your eyes for a moment. "Thanks, by the way. Friendly neighbor spiderman came to the rescue." You smile and your eyes meet his.

"I couldn't sit still" he shrugs.

"And I'm glad you didn't" you move your hand across the table and take his.

"I...I'm really sorry for everything, y/n" his voice cracks. "Absolutely for everything and I miss you and I love you and I need you. Please..."

"So... to clarify..." you pause. "You and MJ didn't get back together?"

"No," Peter denies flatly. "We never kissed again or tried to go out as anything more than friends. That kiss was a mistake. Our relationship ended then, we moved on with our lives and I found you. The only good thing that has happened to me in so long...please don't tell me I blew it."

"Peter..." you sigh "it's true that you hurt me like I never thought you would but... there's also more to this story like the fact that you guys never had closure because of the multiverse" you laugh lightly thinking about how crazy that just sounded.

"Does that mean you don't want to get back together with me?" he asks in a low tone of voice.

"No, Peter" you sigh. "I do want to get back together with you" you look him in the eye. "But if something like this happens again I promise you that will be it. No more chances, okay?"

"Wait wait wait wait" peter gets up like a bolt of lightning and runs to his room to get the promise rings. He comes back with you and opens the little box so you can see it. "They're promise rings. I'll never put you through anything like this again, I swear."

You nod with a smile and Peter places the ring on your finger.

"You don't know how happy you've made me" he helps you up from the table and takes your cheeks to kiss you. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." he repeats over and over as he leaves kisses all over your face.

"I love you too, Peter" you laugh lightly and grab him by the collar of his shirt to kiss him deeply.

It's a needy kiss, so in the blink of an eye you're already on his bed as he kisses your neck.

"We can stop if you'd rather go slow" he pauses to watch your eyes.

"Are you kidding me? Peter, I need you" you moan and kiss him again.

Peter smiles and his hand goes up the inside of your skirt. Peter looks at you and asks if you agree before his hand lands on your underwear.

That's your Peter, the man you love more than anything in the world. A man who respects you, values you and makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

As his cock slips in and out of you, you try to maintain eye contact. His face of concentration mixed with pleasure as he feels your walls squeezing him just as only you know how is the most precious thing to look at.

"Is that okay?" He increases his speed a little and holds your hips.

"Harder, please," you beg. You arch your back to give him a better angle and pull on his hair.

"Fuck, princess... you're going to be the death to me" his hands intertwine with yours and he penetrates you deeper keeping up the pace. His Spider-Man skills make him last longer and tire less. Which you are infinitely grateful for.

When you both finish. Peter helps you clean yourself gently and lies down next to you extending his arm for you to lay your head on his chest. His fingers run lightly up and down your arm and his lips kiss your forehead.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk" He is the first to break the silence.

"It's okay...it's in the past" you leave a chaste kiss on his left pec and feel him bristle.

"No more secrets, no more lies, I won't ruin it again, I promise" he looks you in the eyes and takes your chin to kiss you.

"Remember the day we met?" you smile slightly at the memory.

"Of course I remember, I was going through a bad time and you made some horrible jokes that lifted my mood" he lets out a chuckle.

"That's when I knew you were the one" you laugh and caress his cheek.

"Why?" he frowns in confusion.

"Because you were the one who always laughed at the stupid things that go through my head." You scoff.

"You know when I realized you were the one?" He kisses the tip of your nose.

"When?" you ask intrigued.

"When you cooked a whole dinner to tell me you liked me and didn't run away when you found out I was Spider-Man" his eyes sparkle watching yours.

"I love you, Peter Parker" you lean in to kiss his lips.

"I love you too, Y/n Y/l/n" he kisses your lips deeply and full of love. "Forever and ever."

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redfurrycat · 9 months

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🤠🇮🇹 Giacomo Seresin 🇮🇹🤠

My brain is obsessing on two things lately, darling Brisket and Jake being an Italian Texas Cowboy!

(Three, if you consider Navy Doctor Nick Bradshaw xD).

I'm always over the moon when I see people in the fandom going on the same Italian road... 💕💕

I'd like to work this headcanon into future writings or posts, this is why I'm using the poll to brainstorm.

(If you're willing to play the game! :D)

Please feel free to tell me about any other ideas you might have in reblogs/coments/messages! 💕💕💕💕💕💕

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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Can you do a morpheus x reader where the reader is a human (and she stays this way) but the special thing about her it's that she is the reencarnation of the woman who was the wife and love of morpheus' life, but now she's a human and even though she can't remember morpheus she's starting to go on dates w him but then the corinthian starts being flirty w her (she thinks he's only being nice) and morpheus gets in a super jealousy mood bc he didn't want to lose her again (her death hurt him like nothing)

Do it only if you want to, thanks!!!

What if I told you none of this was accidental? (Dream of Endless x reader)

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Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Summary: You saw him once and decided in that moment he was going to be yours, it didn't matter how many dreams you would have, you would propose to him in every single one of them until he says yes.

Warning: Reader really does propose to him every single time, Reader doesn't shut up, Morpheus is the shy type, he wanted to propose first, Corinthian being the best friend you never asked for

A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long, I wanted it to be perfect and decided to make the reader so unhinged and thought the idea of they interacting on the dreams would be more funny. And everybody! Just a reminder that my inbox is open!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

There was a time when the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares was in love. It was after his tumultuous divorce with one of the nine muses, way after that. He met her when the first winds of autumn arrived. She was beautiful on her own way. At first, he was very close at her but with time, she gained his love and adoration. He promised everything she could ever want. The stars in the sky, the clouds on the rainy days, the waves of the ocean, every thought or every dream she had, he would make it possible just for her.

He have her his heart for her to own, to control or to even destroy if she would wish it. What surprised him the most was she willingly giving hers to him.

They marry on a meteor shower and everything couldn’t be more perfect.

Sadly, every perfect thing must come to an end.

When he was imprisoned against his will, all Morpheus could think about was how safe she was at the Dreaming, Lucienne promising she would take care of his queen. What he didn’t think about was her own stubborn nature and tried to found him.

She indeed found him, and when Morpheus first laid his eyes on her beautiful face, he tried as hard as he could to get close to her, to bring her inside of this glass prison and protect her from the magus.

The son found her first, and as she begged and begged to help her and free her husband, the kid could only watch in sadness before letting a loud scream, alerting his father of her intrusion.

The magus killed her on the spot and Morpheus understood what lost, fear, anger and revenge was truly like.

Years passed and he was still on the same position, blue eyes glued to the small little spot when he last saw her laying on her own pool of blood. The magus died but his anger turned towards the son and when the son’s partner helped him out. Morpheus finally tasted and alleviate his need of revenge.

The rebuilding of his kingdom and the recovery of his tools helped him trying to fill that empty void he had.

It wasn’t until one day of autumn when he finally saw her again.

You were having an interesting day. You woke up before your alarm went off, you got earlier to your office, your boss didn’t scream you today. A cute guy with sunglasses complimented your peculiar outfit and now an abnormally hot guy was giving you bedroom eyes across that park.

There were two outcomes to this story, you would successfully flirt with this guy and have a date or you would fuck it up and cry at your apartment eating olives.

So you went for it, you gave him a smile and he responded to it!

Perfect. Just don’t ruin it (Y/N), don’t freaking ruin it.

An unknown feeling swirled inside you, it was a specific type of confusion only a few situations created it. You felt as if you knew him but perhaps you did know him from somewhere you couldn’t just remember.

A part of you wanted to just build the confidence to go where he was and sat down next to him, perhaps even help him feed the pigeons, taking about everything and nothing at the same time. Would he love to come here every day? Or perhaps he just came out of stress? Would he enjoy feeding only pigeons? What about other kind of animal? Would he enjoy feed alligators?

So many questions, and the moment you decided to suck it up and go flirt with that gorgeous man, he was gone.

God Fudging Damnit.

The rest of your day was just plain boring, your mind still replaying that man over and over. God, his smile was just perfect. So even if you tried to just concentrate on your job you couldn’t he was all you could think of. And even on your way back home, when you made yourself dinner, when you went to bed, everything was him.

So it wasn’t a surprise when you dreamt of him. Usually your dreams were really creative and adding him to the equation was just something quite awestruck.

The first time

It started quite simple, you were strolling next to an unknown woman on a lovely garden, your eyes watching lovingly at the different color of irises. Your dress was trailing behind you and your hair was carefully brushed into a French braid. You were whistling a lovely tune, perhaps a beautiful melody you heard somewhere or perhaps you were simply whistling the tune of McDonald’s, who knew to be honest. Your mind work quite different from the others.

“Mark my words,” The woman glared at you for a second, unhappy with how you were ignoring her. “What a man needs it’s forwardness from a woman, they need warmth but not gentleness.”

You really wanted to paid attention to her but just her voice was so annoying that your mind was automatically blocking everything she was saying, so you just nod along. The woman guide you towards the center of the garden, your eyes finally locating the man you saw hours ago.

Jesus Christ, he looks even better in Victorian clothing.

His eyes made contact with you and you decided that this was your opportunity, if you couldn’t woo him while being awake, then you would woo him in your dream.

With a force of confidence you began walking towards him, ignoring the glare the woman gave you, maybe she just wanted him for herself. Well, sorry but nobody likes a sore loser.

“Good evening, my Lord.” You greeted him with a soft bow. “It is quite a wonderful weather, don’t you think?”

He stared at you for a few seconds before nodding. “It quite is.” Even his voice was perfect.

You smiled. “Might I steal you for a stroll? I have to admit I quite want to show you the roses, they are in full bloom this season.” You offered him your arm to take. He stared at you in amusement. “I can assure you, my Lord, I do not bite…unless you ask me to.”

The man took your arm and let you lead him. “You very kind, my lady.” Your smiled widened.

“Oh, please.” You laughed. “Continue with the compliments, I am a sucker for those.”

The man made you stop for a second, leaning towards you, his breath brushing your ear, you tried your hardest not to shiver. He even smelled perfect, what the fudge? “I will remember that to the future.”

You tilted your head for a bit, his eyes were sparkling like two shining stars, a playful smile adorned his perfect face. You needed to bring out your secret weapon. “You better, a lady like myself loves to be shower on those.” You dragged him to the flowers. “Behold! The roses, or irises, or daisies. Not really sure what are those to be honest with you.”

“Hmm.” He gently picked one and offered it to you. You happily accepted it. “I believe it is a Himalayan blue poppy.”

You stared at him. “Really?” You asked him. “Are you really sure, like one hundred percent sure.”

“By the shape of the leaves and the color, I am sure.” He softly told you. “A flower for another flower.”

“Huh.” You played with the flower. “Interesting, did you know that flowers are a symbol of new beginnings? People love to use them as a symbol of fertility and fidelity. Romans were suckers for those things at weddings.”

“True.” He murmured. Looking at you with a new set of curiosity. “What other talents are you hiding besides knowing your history, my lady?”

“Talents? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I believe suck at anything I put my hands into.”

“Everybody has a talent for something, perhaps you can dance.” He offered a new option. “Can you dance?”

“Sure, let’s just say that I totally do.”

“What about singing?”

You pouted. “Well, let’s say I don’t suck but I’m not good at it.”

He smiled.

“But I consider myself a terrific romanticistic, a sucker for romance if you must.”

“Naturally.”

“That’s why my next question, my Lord, and I hope you answer truthfully and with the same enthusiasm I am portraying.” He nodded his head, showing you his focus was completely on you. “Would you marry me, my Lord?”

The man stared at you in shock. You grabbed his hands and kissed them softly. “Well?”

“This dream is over.”

You woke up startled. Your hand quickly reaching for your phone. 3:45 am.

God damnit.

The second time.

The world was silent around you, everything was dark and the only light you could see was miles away from what it looks like a post light. You hated these types of dreams. God, why did you love to torture yourself and watch a marathon of zombie flicks before bed? You were clearly mad as hell.

“Okey (Y/N), zombies can’t get you, they are super slow and you are faster than the Flash.” You reassured yourself, the gun you were holding closer to your chest, focusing hard on the noises or whatever zombies did. “You super aced that gym class on high school, it didn’t matter that was years ago, you aced it and the teacher gave you a star.”

You didn’t want to stay here any longer, you needed to find a place and hide from the monsters. You spotted a car and decided to just hide behind it, you peered around, trying to find anything. A house, a better car with open and accessible doors, Tom Hiddleston waiting for you on a motorcycle without his shirt and a huge box of chocolates. Anything.

You refused to panic, panic led to danger and danger led to screaming. So that was a big no.

Creeping down the street wasn’t smart, but you were known to really don’t take the smartest choices. That’s when you finally saw it, that sexiest Ford Mustang 390GT, your dream car there, waiting for you inside that empty -and possibly deathly- house.

The house was small, you didn’t know what was inside of it, maybe the zombies were there already waiting for you, but the temptation of owning that car, of touching it was even bigger.

You began running towards the house, not caring about the danger. The moment you were so close, a hand grabbed your arm so automatically you screamed.

And there he was, the man from the park, the man who rudely rejected your marriage proposal was here, standing in front of you. Excellent.

“Hey handsome, the apocalyptic look really works splendid on you.” You winked at him, not noticing that a horde of zombies was approaching both of you.

His eyes weren’t focus on you, instead on the huge horde that was getting closer and closer within the seconds. He grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the house, you didn’t complain, completely awestruck on the way he was manhandling you.

He guide you inside gently, closing the door and turning to face you. He took your appearance, a few cuts that might need stiches -even if it was a dream, he was worried about you-, some dirt but other than that, you were unharmed. His finger carefully traced one of the biggest cuts on your forehead.

“Sit down.” He gently pushed you to one of the couches. You happily obliged, letting him inspect you, trying to locate any source of injury.

“So,” you started, “how it’s the apocalypse treating you babe?” You playfully wiggle your brows.

The man decided to ignore you, walking towards the door and closing it after several zombies decided to approach the door. You took that time to really loom at him, still dressed the same from the other dream you had, even his outfit was kinda the same as the one you remembered him wearing the first time he looked at you and made you fall in love with him. You stood up, happily walking towards him, ignoring the grunts and several hits against the windows.

“Did you know that there is a movie where the main character is a zombie and he fell in love with a human and I don’t remember the rest but it was a pretty bad movie, if I’m being honest.” You stood in front of him and grabbed his hands, he let you. Watching you with curiosity.

“I did not know.” He answered you softly, you could feel his hands twitching against yours, your romantic -and pervert- imagination wanted to believe he wanted to intertwine your fingers together. “Why did you dream this?” He asked you, his blue eyes turning towards the door, fully knowing that in a few minutes, those monsters would enter and torment you.

You chuckled. “Well, let’s say that I had a really productive night and after a few episodes of The Walking Dead, here I am, but if we are honest here…” He nodded for you to continue. “I kinda wanted for you to show up, you let me hanging the other night dude…But! And a big but.” You dropped his hands and kneeled on the floor, your hand quickly going to your pocket. “I came prepare this time.”

The man watched you without any expression. His eyes following your hand as you produce from your pocket a tiny velvet box.

You cleared your throat. “We might not know each other completely.” Your brows wiggled one again. “But we do have the same amount of time till that door breaks and the zombies eat us in a really gory scene, so…Would you marry me?”

The door broke.

The zombies entered at a rapid pace.

The man stared at you without blinking. Hot.

“This dream is over.”

You woke up startled once again, sweat covering your skin. Your hand grabbed your phone to look at the hour. 4:54am.

God Damnit!

The third time

The bartender caught your eye as he approached. His face was blurry, not really a surprise as many of the characters that appeared on your dreams didn’t have a face. But you could distinguish a smile on there. “What can I get you?” He asked you

You smoother your fancy red dress as you took a seat. “The strongest thing you could offer me, you know what? Make it a double…No, a triple.”

The bartender nodded and disappeared.

You were not in the mood to play, to be honest, after being rejected two times, one after another, your ego was really wounded. The bartender left gave you your drink before leaving. You stared at it for a few seconds, your brows frowning, trying to decipher what did they gave you.

“Interesting choice of drink.” A voice sounded next to you, you turned your head to the side, looking at the handsome guy, curiously he was wearing sunglasses inside the bar. “May I?” He motioned towards the available spot next to you.

“Suit yourself.” The man sat next to you, his hand motioning the bartender. “Same as the lady.”

You kept staring at him, really don’t caring if it was creepy. “Why the sunglasses, are you blind or something?”

The man smiled, you swore he could totally model in one of those dental commercials. “Or something.”

“Or something.” You repeated amusedly. “You know the ‘or something’ it’s like not an answer, right?”

“You gave me the options and I took one of them.”

You nodded, “Why do you have your face on?” You said, definitely didn’t care if your question was stupid, it was a dream after all. “I mean, the others have faces but they are blurry and all that.”

The man laughed, shaking his head in amusement. Glancing at the nearby tables, the man noted how the others indeed have blurry faces, he turned to stare at them with a bit more interest. “Well, it’s a dream, after all, you need another main character to it.”

God damnit. “So the other sexy guy it’s not coming? I had this plan, you know?” You covered your face with your hands, trying your best to ignore the curious look the man was giving you. “I even had another ring in my pocked and planed this whole ass speech for him to not show up?”

“You are trying to propose to Morpheus?” The man was laughing so hard he spilled his drink. “And he keeps saying no? Baby, he is not worth it, if you truly want a man for you, I can be that.”

“Shut it.” You pushed him, rolling your eyes. “And stop flirting with me, I’m practically a future-wife-to-be.”

The man ignore you, turning his gaze to where a dark and angry energy appeared in front of both of you, his smile was still present on his face, he was loving how strange this dream was turning out to be.

A lone saxophone began playing a soft jazz above the sound of voices that surrounded you, you inhaled tiredly, still watching the man with sunglasses, when he wasn’t looking at you, you frowned, I mean, if he was flirting with you, the least he could do was to watch you. You followed his gaze and your face illuminated with a huge smile, quickly tying to pull out the ring from your bag.

“I thought you weren’t going to come!” You exclaimed. The man in front of you turned his gaze to you, his face still angry from something. “Perhaps this ring would be more the kind of thing you want so…By the way, I know your name now.” You cleared your throat. “Morpheus, would you be kind enough and marry me?”

His lips twitched with annoyance, the presence of the man with sunglasses apparently was affecting his humor, but that didn’t disturb you, your eyes full of hope that finally he was going to say yes.

“This dream is over.”

You woke up with a groan, brushing off the thin layer of sand that covered part of your face. Your hand quickly grabbed your phone, looking at the hour. 3:35am.

God Damnit!

The fourth time

The strip club was almost empty, you were currently bored out of your mind watching how Chris Evans was fighting for your attention against Gal Gadot, both of them wearing a duck costume. You sighed tiredly, not really too invested on the fight.

Someone cleared their throat next to you, your face turned at the sound, the same man with sunglasses was sitting on your right, happily sipping the cocktail from his hand. “Want to explain why they are fighting?” He nodded to the ones on stage, now joined by Henry Cavil dressed as a donkey.

“You are so, so, so late.” You hissed the words, glaring at him. Ignoring how the lights began turning down. “I’ve been here for twelve minutes and you are late.”

The man looked at you funnily. “You understand this is a nightmare right? Well, I think this is a nightmare, I’m starting to understand why dear Morphy is rejecting your proposals.”

You sighed. “Well, that guy really sucks at love, I’ve been trying everything to make him say yes, and now you appear…not that I’m complaining, you are a cool dude, dude. But seriously, what is wrong with him?”

“Yeah, well, hearing you talk that way made me realize that you are going in too strong.” He snorted. “That man it’s practically Psycho Alert, and as your new best friend…”

“What?” You frowned.

“It’s my duty to tell you that dear old Morphy is prone to nasty mood swings, lengthy pouts and seriously weird love interactions.” He ordered another drink. “You sure you want to keep asking him to marry you?”

“First, when do we become best friends?” You asked. “Second, don’t tell me you don’t find his endless pouting kinda sexy? I mean, really, I would do him so hard you have no idea, third, Henry Cavil really looks good dressed like that.”

“Keep it in your pants, Dr. Sex.” He was amused. “But maybe after a few several hundred and something dreams, he might say yes.”

You shook your heat at that nonsense, you were going to lose your mind if it took that long.

“My money is on Ben Affleck by the way, he got the muscles to beat Henry Cavil.”

You gasped. “You are so going to lose…why did the lights went off?”

The man laughed. “Let’s just say that lover boy has arrived.” His head lazily turned to the left, nodded at the angry figure that stood there. “Fancy seeing you here Dream Lord, care to join us?” He nudged your side.

You cleared your throat. “Sup, would you…”

“This dream is over.”

You woke up sighing, not really caring to look at the time.

The fifth time

You were currently sitting comfortably on the floor, several bags of junk food surrounded you, your new friend didn’t come tonight, so this dream was more boring that everything. You lay on your back, looking the ceiling. You began throwing things to the air, trying to catch them with your mouth.

“Stupid dream.” You complained after another chip hit your forehead. “Stupid chips, you are supposed to enter my mouth, not hitting me in the head.”

“Perhaps you need to practice your throws.”

Your head turned to the right, Morpheus was laying next to you, his blue eyes watching your face with so much adoration. You frowned, deciding to turn away from him. “Perhaps you just need to leave me alone, dude I get it, you don’t want to marry me, don’t need to keep appearing on my dreams or whatever.” Morpheus sighed, gently turning you around to face him again. “What.”

“Ask me again.” He whispered.

“Why?” You asked. “So you can say no again? No thanks dude, I still have some sort of self-respect and you already bruise my ego enough.”

“Ask me.” He repeated putting his hand on your cheek.

God damnit.

You sighed. “Fine, would you marry me?”

“Yes.” He gently nudge your nose with his. “This dream is over.”

The same night

You sighed, stretching with a yawn, a good stretch, the kind of one that you rolled up in the bed. Your eyes were slightly open and the moon still outside of your windows. “Good morning.” You whispered to the mysterious guy that was just standing there creepily watching you.

“Indeed it is.” He whispered back. His voice was rich and perfect, and for some reason it steered something inside of your head. Like you know him from somewhere.

You sighed contently, closing your eyes for a second.

Then everything came into place and you sat up quickly. “Jesus Christ! Please tell me I’m still dreaming and the guy with the glasses will just appear magically from the closet with a bucket of chocolates.”

The guy sighed, but you could tell he tried to control his anger. “You are not dreaming…Are you smirking?”

“Oh? Hell yeah I am but mostly, I’m admiring the view.” You said. “After so many dreams, you are finally here, I’m so taking advantage of that.”

“Are you?” He carefully made his way towards you. “Would my wife love for me to do something in particular?”

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. “Wife? Are you saying that you finally accepted my marriage proposal and for some weird abnormal reason I missed the whole ceremony and party? Dude…that’s not cool, I wanted to get wasted and have the guy with the sunglasses be my maid of honor.”

The man frowned, his lips slightly pouting, he walked towards, sitting next to you and taking your hand. “I do not like your friendship with the Corinthian.”

“So that it’s his name.” You nodded. “Hated it and I’m mad at you mister, it took me how many nights for you to say yes?”

“Five.”

“A thousand.”

Morpheus smiled. “I needed to make sure you were not bluffing.”

“Dude, I’m anything but a bluffer, you know how many hours I spend looking at engagement rings and trust my amazing mind to just remembered the designs? Obviously I was totally on board with marry you from the start.”

“I’m sorry.” He began caressing your hands.

“You better start planning how to make it up to me, preferably with a huge ass ring and you proposing to me like how Sandra Bullock proposed to Ryan Reynolds on the Proposal, I want that, you hear me?”

Morpheus kissed your hand. “Whatever you want, my love.”

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justimagineok · 1 year

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2:30 series - the after || part 9

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

warnings: none? really?

A/N: feedback is always appreciated! 🥰 feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊 oh.. part 10 will be posted tomorrow 08/01 . wait for it and buckle up. pun intended.

"Hello!" you wave to Jungkook as he parks in front of Haru's house. Jungkook smiled at you and picked up the small bag he had organized with his mother's kimchi and a few other things in it. 'Okay, Jungkook. let's not make this more akwardk than it needs to be. deliver the food, bow and get out. That's it. How hard can it be?', jungkook gave himself a pep talk before getting out of the car. ‘does she really have to look that good? it's Friday, right? what she has to do on a Friday night looking that pretty? like a date or something? does she have a date? no. it cant be. she told me i could come over.. what if shes goes on the date after i get out? im staying, thats it. i'm not going home. Haru can get me a place on her couch cause im staying. Oh my god, what is it with me and couches? I seriously need to stop sleeping on them, my back is fucked.'. He was still in the middle of his argument with himself when you gave up waiting for him on the porch and started walking towards him. Why were his eyebrows furrowed like that? And why did he look like he was in pain?

"Jungkook?" your voice startled him making him jump slightly. 'wait to go, Jungkook. very smooth'

"Hi," he gave you a half smile and fixed his posture. "Do you have a date?" he asked before his brain could do its job and tell him that this was not like a normal conversation.

"What?"

"What what?", Jungkook scratched his ear and blushed. 'Keep going, this is all very normal, dont worry'

"Kook, what's wrong?", you touch his arm and try to get his attention. "I dont have a date. Why would you ask that?", you look at your clothes and consider if they are too much for the occasion. You had intended to wear something simple to welcome Jungkook, but obviously it was too much. 'Well done, yn. very smooth'

"Well, you look like this and you are wearing the perfume I like, so I thought that maybe you had plans" Jungkook continued to mumble as his face grew redder and redder. You were even wearing heels. Low heels, but heels nonetheless. 'Why am I wearing heels? Oh my god. i wanna die'

The whole thing was just amazing to Haru, who was watching the whole thing from the living room windows. 'Oh my gosh, two morons in love. Did you really have nothing better to do tonight Haru? You are getting worse by the day, I swear to you',

"I'm wearing my regular clothes, Jungkook," you tried to sound non-chan, but you were as embarrassed as he was.

"No, you're not. I'm sure that's your 'date night' outfit. I remember it pretty well. I couldn't forget it." he grins before realizing his own words. 'jungkook. deliver dinner. bow. get out. no more words for tonight'

"I just didn't want to wear pajamas to greet you," you look back at yourself and point at him. "Not everyone looks good in pajamas, Jeon"

Jungkook laughed at your words, remembering the coffee night. "Maybe not everyone, but you sure can."

You're ready to make another snarky coment to make him laugh, but you hold back. You're acting like nothing's changed again. 'We're not doing that anymore,‘ you scold yourself. You hear the silence and so does Jungkook, who quickly notices your change of eyes.

"Here," he offered you the bag. "My mother also told me to tell you to drink water". You took the bag from his hand and bowed. His mother had to be the best mother you had ever seen in your entire life.

"I will, thank you," you quickly look inside and notice a few other things in the bag. "I also bought you some Skittles in case you want some dessert," Jungkook shrugs.

"Thanks, Jungkook," you bow again and Jungkook does the same.

'food delivered. bow done. now go. HOME.', Jungkook recalled his mission. You stand there waiting for him to leave so you can cry, eat kimchi and Skittles and cry some more, and Jungkook takes a step back, ready to go, as his mouth once again does the job before his brain can stop him.

"It'smybrother'sbirthdaythissaturday." he said so quickly it was almost impossible to understand. "My mom asked if you could come. She misses you. And Junghyun also said he'd would love to see you there."

"I... i don't think that would be a good idea, Kook."

Jungkook nods. "I think so too. But since when do we do things that seem like a good idea?" he laughs nervously. "And they all like you, you know? You shouldn't stop hanging out with them just because we broke up. We don't even have to be in the same place at the same time if it makes you uncomfortable."

"There's no reason for that, Kook"

"Then come to the birthday. Mom will be happy to see you there. My dad too." he assures you.

"He doesn't hate me?" you ask uncertainly.

"Why would he?" he asks curiously.

"I messed everything up, Kook. I screwed everything up.". Jungkook nods, understanding what you meant.

"You did mess things up," he states. "But you didn't screw anything up, YN. Not alone, at least. We both did. It's my responsibility too," Jungkook takes another step back. "I really have to go now, but I hope we can see each other there tomorrow."

You nod, still unsure of what to do.

"I missed you, YN. It was good to see you."

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essie060 · 7 months

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◌ 🦄 SPIRITS PSD | ESSIE060.

If you happened to hit the download button:

Do not forget to like or reblog

Do not claim it as yours

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Download: Watch/coment + favorite ♥

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theghostwiththeglitch · 2 years

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𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

Jaime (23) and Bart (20).

A secret that see the moon night only for them.

Inspired by 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 by Ellei Duhé

This panel took me like six months and i tried to post ir earlier like in June when i finished it but tumblr didn't let me, so thank you. I draw this one because when i am in internal chaos, i like to think about opposites (like this two) because they need each other to exist, like a balance. When i take the medication of ADHD i feel as Jaime like "what the f*ck is going on", and when i didn't i am Bart like hiperactivity is in my vains, get in character. But sometimes i feel like both and when i am in that mode i need that balance so i can crash it.

I hope that you like it as i, and feel free to reblog it, like it, leave a coment... Thank you so much and enjoy it.

Also, september is the aniversary when i started to do this type of things, 2 years exactly, and all thanks to the fanfics of @bluepulsebluepulse

@adhdslugcrimes because we share the same power

#bluepulse fanart #bluepulse #my art #bart allen #jaime reyes #in the middle of the night #time skip #lgbtq #lgtbq pride #lgtbq characters #queer #gayart #love is love

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kitty-live · 6 months

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♡ Introduction ♡

I wanna be the girl that you fall asleep on call with

Meanwhile, I'll find other people to talk with

'Cause you like me, and I think you're a maniac

Let's skip to the good bit, let's completly block all contact.

Creators: @emeraldsandpearlsxx @th1yper

Admin: @of-fishes-and-birdcages

About: In this blog, Mr.Admin(19, it/they) will roleplay as E-Girl (From the E-Girl trilogy), who will go by [Kitty_Live]/"Pandora" for now (22, she/they).

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Pandora sighed as she turned on her laptop, it has been a while since they last logged into The Hellsite, having left with the Adult Content Ban and just recently deciding that Tumblr could offer her the breath of fresh air from the toxic wasteland her twiter X comunity usually was.

Their boyfriend resting his head on her shoulder, weight grounding her and keeping her from doom-scrolling down her page, giving her the subtle reminder of Why they were here on the first place. "Right, ok, ok, I'm on it" they halfheartedly said as she softly scratched Jared's scalp, who made a non-commital hum of afirmation to then watch his partner get to work.

[Posted from Kitty's Blog]

> Hey, Lovelies! This Is Kitty, Here On Tumblr To Reach More Sides Of This Beautiful Comunity!

> Feel Free To Tell All Update Accs And Your Fellow Lovelies To Follow This Acc For More Tumblr-ian Posts From Me! Such As Small Text Posts, Photography Practice, And More!

[End of post]

Once posted, she closed her laptop again and rested their head on top of their boyfriend's.

"This feels a lot like a mistake."

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Disclaimer!! None of the presented behaviours in this blog are praised or supported by anyone involved in this roleplay. Having said that, this group touches several sensitive topics, such as: Harassment, hypersexuality, stalking, obsesive behaviour, parasocial relationships, threats of cyber-agression (ex. doxxing), softcore sex work (tagged, in case anyone needs it to be ^^Uu), amongst others (check the full list for bursonaverse warnings in @bursonaverse-updates ).

As per usual, The Mighty Tag List.

> #Kitty posting >>> Text post in Character

> #Pandora's box >>> RP posts (either description of streams or her actions)

> #Kitty reblogs >>> Reblogs in Character

> #👀 >>> OOC reblogs about the character

> #[triggering content] >>> from then on the tw start, most likely OOC

> #Freed from Patreon >>> Suggestive content

> #Jared♡ >>> (self-intuitive, but) Posts about Jared

Like on Jay's Acc, please feel free to coment any untagged triggering content for it to be added to the warnings and taggs!! /nf /gen

#kitty posting #pandora's box #kitty reblogs #[triggering content]#freed from patreon #jared ♡

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her0-se7en · 8 months

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PINNED POST LET'S GO TL;DR at the end

here's the thing fellas

this blog is a mess, allow me to elaborate:

common: reblogs

uncommon: random thoughts of topics I find interesting

rare: posts including media

epic: art/original characters

legendary: art WITH original characters AND lore

More about me:

I'm a begginer artist: I usually draw traditionally, but I'm experimenting with a few digital drawing softwares (mainly Krita)

I'm new to Tumblr, so I don't know a lot about any events or historical posts (except the color of the sky and a few others). All I saw up until I came here were mere screenshots and a few youtube shorts

At the moment I'm 17 (Happy birthday me!!1! ;v;) so please no nsfw stuff in the asks or coments, feel free to follow tho!

I like creating stories about Gods and death but they're all in my head and I'll probably never write nor draw them, maybe in the future I'll have enough motivation to do so, who knows?

That's all there is to my name at the moment

(more under cut)

Moving on to...

Music taste!!! just because I have no idea what's going on there

Rock (Dio, Avenged Sevenfold,Three Days Grace, Twisted Sisters, KISS, etc)

Breakcore/dnb (Xxtarlit, eightiesheadache, Be4utyFall, etc)

Eurobeat (Eurobeat Brony, Leslie Parrish, T. Stebbins, and etc once again)

OSTs of my favourite games!

Speaking of which, here are some game fandoms I'm in rn:

Rain World

Slime Rancher

Minecraft

Fnaf

Portal 1&2

The Stanley Parable

there are probably more that I forgot about, who knows

Finally...

Tags:

her0 se7en's post

her0 se7en's asks

her0 se7en's polls

these are all self explainatory, aren't they?

If you want you can check out my Instagram, I'll post some of my drawings in there, only if I really want to though

[24/09/2023] Edit:

Forgot to mention that I technically came from Pinterest, and moving to Tumblr feels like moving to a big city when I lived my whole life in a small town filled with neighbors' kids (or the opposite?)

#pinned post #her0 se7en's post #blog info #it's less empty #and less messy than before as well #he heheh #I like the text editing stuff

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indoraptorgirlwind · 8 months

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Kinda important

I've realized i like some animals some people don't, so for future reblogs i make i will tag it with tw so you guys don't have to see it if you're uncomfortable with it.

So, feel free to tell me in coments or reblogs which ones discomfort you so i can tw tag them if i reblog a post with them in the future from now on. Example: tw snakes, tw spiders, tw frogs, etc

#indora talks #Important #Animals #Tw tags

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chiechie97 · 6 months

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Questions for the ether:

What's one piece of writing advice you live by?

What motivates you to write?

If you could tell a new writer one thing what would it be?

pls feel free to coment or reblog with your thoughts. Ive been pondering these questions all day.

#fic writing #fanfiction writing #author advice #writing advice #creative writing #writing #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr

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cognacdelights · 2 years

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a little thing called hope

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summary: as indie and jj settle into their new roles as parents to their bouncing baby girl, a blast from jj’s past comes knocking on the door.

warnings: swearing. slight nudity. mentions of sick. mentions of death. mentions of addiction. mentions of abuse.

author’s note: so the angsty chapter is here and i hope you all enjoy! feel free to leave a coment or reblog giving your thoughts and feedback on the chapter! or come talk to me in my inbox! asks are always welcome!

It really was the simple, little pleasures in life that made the world go round for Indie Routledge; the comforting warmth of laying beside the man that she loved oh so dearly as his tattooed arm draped lovingly over her waist, her baby’s tiny fingers wrapping around her own finger or thumb and clinging on for dear life as she held her in her arms — snuggled against her chest, the adorable way in which Axel would insistently sleep at the very foot of the bassinet as if on guard duty and would carefully eye anyone who dared to step foot in the direction of the new, sleeping baby, the way in which her brother’s eyes would light up like Las Vegas in the night time whenever he saw or even so much as mentioned his niece, and the tired grumbles of “I love you” that they still remembered to say every night — without fail — before falling asleep after the long, exhaustive day they had had. It was those moments, those extra special split seconds in time, that she cherished the most.

It was also those heartstring-pulling moments that made the five-thirty wake up calls to feed her sweet, wailing daughter all the more tolerable. Indie allowed herself to get comfortable — leaning herself backwards against the assortment of patterned and fluffy accent pillows as the light duvet halted at her waistline. She was careful not to disturb her suckling daughter, who was very much occupied in gulping down her breast milk at record speed and filling the messy bedroom with loud grunts and gulps as she sucked on Indie’s nipple for dear life.

A silent laugh slipped from between Indie’s lips as she watched her baby with an awe-like twinkle in her eyes, “shhh, baby girl. You’re gonna wake your daddy up.” Her voice was soft and quiet as she cooed at her daughter, her gentle words followed by an ever so tender brush of her thumb over Tilly’s reddened cheek. Of course, Tilly was as unaffected as ever and continued to slurp, guzzle, and gulp obliviously and to her heart’s content.

Indie took a moment to peer over at JJ, her mahogany eyes wandering across the geometric-patterned bed sheets to his overgrown tousles. He was laid face down and shirtless — his stubble-lined features shoved into the freshly-washed pillowcase as quiet, grating snores slipped from between his parted lips with every cadenced breath. “I take that back,” Indie teased light-heartedly, “not even a hurricane could wake your daddy up. He’s dead to the world.” She reached across and lovingly ran the very tips of her ring-cladded fingers through his straw-like waves and pushed them out of his face.

Tilly’s loud slurping noises had woken Axel, who was instantly alert and at his feet upon not sensing the sleeping infant by his side. His silvery eyes scanned the dimly lit room swiftly before landing on Indie. The mere sight of Indie cradling a suckling Tilly relaxed the blonde pup, who returned to his usual, nonchalant manner; with an effortless jump, he had climbed up onto the duvet-covered mattress and had laid himself comfortably between JJ’s comatose body and Indie. His dark, wet nose rested itself in Indie’s warm lap as he shuffled himself as close to a feeding Tilly as he could possibly get. His reflective eyes watched her intently for a moment, before allowing himself to relax fully — closing his eyes once more.

“Missing your new best friend, huh?” Indie joked lightly as she scratched the very back of Axel’s ear, in his favoured spot. His head cocked to the side in an ever so adorable fashion as the very tip of his pink tongue peeked out from his mouth; he was very clearly enjoying the attention that Indie was giving him as he nudged his head ever close to her in approval. “Oh, I see,” she laughed softly, “you just felt left out and wanted some tickles too.” She continued scratching the spot behind his pointed ear roughly as she continued to coo at him, “don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you. You’re still mama’s special boy.”

Eventually, Tilly had had her fill of breast milk — instantly falling asleep, into a milk coma, as soon as her tummy felt full. A proud smile etched itself into Indie’s tired features as she peered down lovingly at the now sleeping infant, finding a slight amusement in the way her head tilted backwards against Indie’s supporting arm and her little mouth hung open — all covered in breast milk. Quiet but heavy breaths filled the otherwise silence of the cosy bedroom as she slept peacefully. It was such a beautiful sight to behold; one in which Indie could savour forever.

Alas, she knew that she couldn’t and ever so carefully moved Tilly so that she laid flat against her stomach on Indie’s chest. A princess-themed burp cloth lay strategically across Indie’s bare chest as she ever so lightly rubbed slow, circular motions against Tilly’s back. With the delicate corners of the burp cloth, Indie’s gently wiped away the excess milk from around Tilly’s rosy lips before changing up her burping motions — patting against her back lightly. Tilly wasn’t a sick-prone baby — however, on the odd occasions in which she drank herself drunk of milk, there would be the odd bit of spit up. That early morning was one of those occasions; a small puddle of spew dampened the white, cotton burp cloth that lay between Indie and her baby as Tilly hiccupped once more.

Satisfied that Tilly had been fully winded, Indie wiped around her mouth once more with a clean corner of the princess-themed burp cloth before peeling it off her bare skin. With a disgusted grimace, she balled the soiled cloth up and tossed it across the room. It fell short of the designated baby laundry basket by a long shot but in that very moment she didn’t care; it was a problem for future Indie to deal with. As of right there and then, she was cherishing the new-born cuddles whilst she still could.

Out of the very corner of her eye, she noticed her phone screen illuminating from the nightstand. It hadn’t been the first time her phone had lit up since she had been woken by her wailing daughter, but it was only now that she had gotten the chance to see what the notifications were. So, as Tilly lay sound asleep against her now drained breasts, she picked up her phone and scrolled through the long list of notification tabs. The majority of notifications had come from their family groupchat — of course, which included her, JJ, John B, Madi, Pope, Liberty, Kiara and Cleo — and consisted of everybody’s comments on the recent photo that Indie had sent of both Tilly and JJ asleep; JJ was slumped, almost flat, on the sofa with his sock-covered feet propped against the wooden coffee table and his head resting backwards against cushioned back of the sofa — mouth hanging wide open, catching flies, as he snored loudly. Tilly was curled up into a ball on his chest, the new-born-sized, giraffe onesie that Pope and Liberty had bought just that little bit too big for her as she too slept peacefully.

However, several of the most recent notifications had come from the security camera and doorbell app that JJ had recently installed on their property. With a confused and furrowed brow, Indie clicked on one of the notifications and watched as it automatically brought up the app. She pressed on the highlighted and bolded time stamps and watched as the darkened figure of a tall, scruffy-looking man hobbled up their porch steps. He then peered into the living room window — although the drawn curtains blocked his view inside, before wandering further down the wooden decking. As the footage ended, the app returned to the master view page showing the live feeds of all the cameras located around their property. Indie swiftly surveyed them, before noticing the one in the left hand corner; the scruffy-looking man was sat, still and patient, on their porch swing.

Indie was concerned, and ever more so now that Tilly was here. With a rough nudge of her elbow, she woke JJ. He grumbled and groaned loudly as he was abruptly woken from his deep slumber and squinted his cerulean eyes into thin slits as she adjusted to the dim light of the cosy bedroom. He took several deep breaths as he adjusted his position — bringing his rough, tattooed hands up to rub the dried-up crust from his eyes before stretching his neck. s,

“I’m up,” he announced groggily — his throat dry and gravelly as he sounded still half asleep, “what does she need?” Scrunching his tanned features together, he stretched out his long, muscular arms — his eyes still half clamped shut, “bottle or diaper change?”

“Nothing,” Indie told him, a wariness evident within her quiet tone, “I’ve already fed and changed her.” JJ went to open his mouth, presumably to question why Indie hadn’t woken him up sooner but was abruptly cut off before he could even form so much as a syllable by Indie’s hushed tone once again. “There’s somebody on our porch.”

“Huh?” he responded with a questioning tone to his voice — the words not entirely registering in his still sleeping brain, “what do you mean there’s somebody on our porch?” His stubble-lined features remained creased in confusion as he lifted his head from the comfort of the floral-smelling pillows. “What time is it?”

“There’s somebody on our porch,” Indie repeated plainly and simply, “it’s nearly six and they’ve been there a while. My phone kept going off, so I checked it and it’s the cameras. Somebody came up to the door, looked through the windows, and now they’re just sitting on the swing.” Enlarging the night-vision doorbell camera on her phone, Indie reached over Axel’s sleeping body and showed JJ the live feed of the scruffy-looking man, who was gripping tightly onto a grey, plastic bag, as he sat stiff as a board on the cushioned porch swing. “Should I call the cops?” she questioned with uneasiness, “what are they doing?”

It took JJ a pro-longed moment for his heavy-lidded eyes to focus on the bright phone screen in front of him. He was quiet for an extended minute as a flurry of emotions travelled through him; he knew exactly who the scruffy-looking man was. The silvery-grey streaks running throughout the unkempt beard and the faded ink across the side of the neck gave it away almost immediately. It was Luke — his father.

There was an extremely uncomfortable cocktail of emotions brewing deep within JJ in that moment. He hadn’t seen his father since their fated exchange several years ago, in which JJ beat his intoxicated self to within an inch of his life whilst drunk himself. As far as JJ had heard along the gossiping grapevines of the town tattle tales, Luke had been incarcerated for an indefinite period of time and had since been transferred to a low-security prison on the mainland. In his mind, and as far as JJ was concerned, he was gone; Luke Maybank was merely but a distant memory of a life that he no longer lived or cared for. He was free of the net cast by his father’s reputation.

Yet, here he was, in stark black and white, passed out on his front porch in a way which was eerily reminiscent of his childhood; the sight brought back a deeply engraved memory of JJ returning from school, no older than eleven or twelve, to find his father passed out on the shabby, wooden steps of the front porch — doused in a disgusting, foul-smelling puddle of his own vomit and unable to get inside their locked house. In all honesty, JJ had thought he was dead; Luke — the ever fidgeting and restless addict — was as still as the dead and as quiet as a mouse as he lay comatose for all the world to see. In that very moment, even from within the deep-rooted memory, there was a lingering feeling of hope; hope that he was in fact dead, and that JJ was free. But all hope was shattered for the young and helpless boy as a loud, obnoxious snore tore through his vocal cords. Luke Maybank, in all of his grimy sleaziness was indestructible. He was invincible, even when the odds were entirely stacked against him. Much to his son’s dismay.

“No,” he spoke rather gruffly as he peeled back the warm duvet and pulled himself reluctantly out of bed, “I’ll sort it.” With long, purposeful strides, JJ made his way towards the doorway — pulling on one of the crumpled-up t-shirts from the laundry basket as he swiftly passed. “Just—” he began, abruptly cutting himself off when he realised his tone was rather stringent and snappy, softening his voice into something more mellow, “stay inside with Tils, please.”

Indie merely responded with an agreeing nod of her head, bundling Tilly up in her fluffy, pink blanket against her chest as she slept ever so peacefully — her shrieking cries for attention a forgotten memory.

JJ, satisfied with his fiancé’s response, made his way out of their cosy, dimly lit bedroom and down the darkened hallway. He descended the wooden staircase in a matter of seconds before reaching for the keys that hung from the lock of the front door. In one swift motion, he turned the lock and slid the shining, metal bolt out of it’s hold. He then proceeded to open the door, and step outside — his sock-covered feet slapping against the varnished wood of the decking in a somewhat menacing manner.

As his emotionless, indigo eyes set on Luke, he expected to feel a secondary wave of anger; he was fully prepared for all the bitter resentment and volatile hatefulness to resurface as his gaze locked onto the familiar set of dull, grey eyes. However, as he stood — peering down at his sorry excuse of a father with his burly arms crossed loosely over his chest — he didn’t feel any of what he had expected. In fact, he felt nothing at all. Not even so much as a shred of pity. There was no seething anger, no heavy weight crushing against his chest and suffocating him, and no subconscious, innate violence begging to released. It was just nothingness; nothing but the desire to remove him from his porch, and not for his sake — for Indie’s peace of mind. Quite honestly, if it weren’t for his daughter and fiancé being there, JJ could have quite contently gone on with his day ignoring his father’s presence.

It was a strange feeling of nothingness, having no reaction whatsoever to the man who had made his childhood nothing short of a living hell; one that had taken him aback more than the initial presence of his greying father in the first place. He knew deep down that the therapy sessions that he had attended following his arrest had done wonders for his emotional and psychological health; he had worked through so much internalised trauma and suffocating emotions that he had buried deep within his subconscious memory that the anchor-like weight of his past that had been dragging him down had finally been set free. He was a new man now, a better man; a better man who had the capabilities to fully love and be loved by those around him, who understood the importance of communication and voicing his emotions and had the determination to break the cycle. Nevertheless, he always thought he would harbour at least some of the volatile emotions he had held against his abusive, addict father for so long until the very end of time. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, after all.

Oh, how wrong could he be. A surprising wrong, although; it was somewhat comforting to know that he could stare into the same callous, grey eyes that struck fear into the very depths of his soul as a child and feel nothing, not even resentment. It meant that he was finally free of the suffocating hold Luke Maybank had undeservingly held over him for twenty-five years of his life.

“Before you say anything—” Luke was lightening fast to stand to his feet, pulling an unused, white napkin from the depths of his jacket pocket and waving it slowly in a metaphorical sign of surrender. The meaning behind his actions was completely lost on his messy-haired son, who merely sent him a confused frown in response. With a slightly defeated exhale, Luke raised the rough palms of his hands and spoke calmly, “I’m sober now. Been off the shit since I went to prison. I got chips to prove it, too.” His voice was low and gritty — most likely from the years of constant smoking of cigarettes — and exactly how JJ remembered it.

“Good for you,” JJ responded without a single shred of apathy, sincere in his lack of care as his broad shoulders shrugged nonchalantly, “now get off my porch. You’re setting the cameras off and disturbing my daughter.”

“I, uh— heard you had a kid…” his words trailed off slowly into the thin air of the ocean breeze. Luke was treading extra careful with his words, knowing that even his presence was pushing the boundaries of their difficult and explosive relationship immensely. He sucked in a sharp breath of air out of nervousness and pressed his stubble-lined lips together, unsure of how to follow up his previous statement in a way in which would get the conversation rolling in the direction that he wanted it to.

“And I heard you were shipped off to the mainland.” He was unforgiving in his tone, refusing to give even so much as a millimetre of leeway in their conversation. Whilst he neglected to feel any kind of raging anger or bitter resentment for his father, that didn’t mean he desired to sit and have a catch-up conversation like two brunching ladies from Figure Eight having some kind of jolly reunion. They certainly weren’t on good terms.

“Yeah,” Luke nodded his head solemnly, “got caught up in a couple of fights with a dealer I owed money to, so they shipped me off to Butner. It took a while, but I got myself straight. I cleaned my act up. Enrolled in a rehab programme and got my ten months chip last week. I even got myself a job working with Old Man McNally again out on the boat, and a little bedsit across from the marina.” Pulling the gold-coloured chip from the depths of his jacket pocket, his rough fingertips toyed nervously with the sobriety chip. His gaze travelled to his feet for a brief moment, before returning to look his son in his clouded, sapphire eyes. “So…” he paused for a second, “how old is your daughter?”

“Better late than never, I suppose,” JJ shrugged his t-shirt clad shoulders once more — adjusting his tattooed arms so the tips of his fingers rested comfortably atop his bulging biceps, “you only had a family to do it for back then, but what does that matter?” He went silent for a moment, internally debating whether or not to give out information of his precious, little princess to his father — however, the proud daddy inside of him overruled his perhaps better judgement. “She’s almost three weeks. Born April 7th. Tiniest little dot at five pounds and four ounces.”

“I know that I wasn’t the best husband or dad—”

“Wasn’t the best dad?” JJ scoffed incredulously as he leant his muscular shoulder against the wooden door frame, “you beat me black and blue more times than I’ve had hot dinners and then claimed it was all out of love. Saying you weren’t the best husband or dad is an understatement. By hell of a fucking way.”

Luke nodded solemnly once more, “I’m just trying to make amends, Jesse, if you’ll let me.”

“What?” a somewhat amused laugh rippled through JJ’s muscular chest as he raised an unkempt eyebrow, the subtle action brimming with doubtfulness and accusations, “you dying or something? On your last-ditch attempt to get into heaven or some kind of bullshit?”

“Not that I know of,” Luke replied slightly down-hearted — discouraged by his son’s response. He continued to slowly pass the gold-coated chip back and forth between his over-worked fingers before eventually shoving them into the warm abyss of his pockets. “It’s part of my recovery. Making amends with the people that we’ve wronged so we can move on with life, and so can you. It’s good for clearing the conscience and taking away the temptation to drink or take pills.”

Another entertained chuckled slipped from between JJ’s thin lips, “I’d say you’re about fifteen years too late to make amends. Give or take a couple of years. And, don’t worry, I’ve moved on with my life. I’ve been to therapy, worked all my shit out. Got myself a business, a nice house, a beautiful baby girl, and a beautiful fiancé. I’d say I’ve done alright for myself without your amends, wouldn’t you?”

“Worth a shot, right?” a blatantly hopeful expression contorted the ageing man’s weathered features, “you don’t get if you don’t ask. I mean, you still standing here and talking to me has to be, at least, worth something. You didn’t slam the door in my face or go straight in for the upper cut. Right?”

JJ remained silent, pressing his peach-toned lips into a thin line as he thought about Luke’s words.

Luke took his son’s silence as a cue to continue speaking, a little more vigour in his gruff tone as the words rolled off is tongue, “and, yeah, you have done well for yourself, son. It probably don’t mean much to you, but I’m proud of you. You’ve put a good reputation on the Maybank name. First one of us not to do time and all that. Even got your own business. All legit.” A small smile tugged at his rugged lips, curling them upwards as he proceeded, “does your daughter got a name?”

“Tilly,” JJ answered plainly, drumming the very tips of his fingers against his tightened muscles, “Tilly Adelaide Maybank.”

“Do you think—” Luke started hesitantly, “I could — maybe — see her?” He knew damn well that his request was so far out of pocket, but as stated in his earlier sentiments — if you don’t ask, you don’t get. So, throwing all caution to the metaphorical wind, he asked for the outrageous just on the off chance that JJ may relent to his change. Of course, he expected nothing less than a harsh rejection. It was, undoubtedly, what he deserved.

JJ was silent once more for a pro-longed minute, before eventually speaking up, “okay.”

His response took Luke utterly by surprise, immediately launching into a pre-prepared apology that he had somewhat rehearsed as he ambled nervously down the dimly lit cul-de-sac, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that of— wait— really?” His sparse, grey eyebrows knotted in complete and utter confusion as he stared blankly downwards at JJ.

“On conditions, though.” His voice was now serious and stern as he took a deep, consolidating breath. “You don’t touch her, you don’t come anywhere near her, and you stay exactly where you are. Then, after this, you don’t come near me or my family ever again. As far as we’re concerned, you don’t exist. We don’t exist to you. I’m dead, you’re dead. We’re not family, not related, we don’t even know each other. The only Grandpa that Tilly has or needs is Scooter. You stay out of my life, and you stay the hell away from my daughter. That’s the terms. Take them or leave them.”

JJ’s words cut through Luke like a scalding, thousand-degree knife. They hurt — completely tore his heart out one pumping blood vessel at a time. Especially the part in which Scooter Grubbs would play more of a role in his granddaughter’s life than himself; however as much that he knew it was of his own making, that these were the consequences of his own, disgusting actions, it still hurt. For all of his efforts to rebuild his life and regains soberness, it was still a knockback. A painful, punch-to-the-chest-like knockback. Yet it was one that he had to accept and move forward from for the sake of his recovery journey.

Luke Maybank nodded his head in defeated acceptance and muttered lowly, “deal.”

With a leisurely manner, JJ turned on the heel of his sock-covered feet and disappeared back into the cosy warmth of the house — ensuring to shut the painted-wood front door behind him. His sapphire eyes immediately met with Indie’s, who had migrated to the pillow-filled sofa during his conversation with his father. He watched intently for a fleeting moment as Indie gently rocked Tilly back and forth in her dainty arms, whispering sweet, lullaby-like nothings to her daughter. She placed a soft kiss against her forehead before peering back up to meet with JJ’s gentle gaze.

“Do you trust me?” JJ questioned sincerely, his acute eyes boring directly into his fiancé’s.

Indie knew what he was about to ask of her; she had been discreetly eavesdropping through the doorbell camera in the app and had heard every word of their conversation. An uncomfortable pit buried into the very depths of her stomach at the thought of introducing her sweet, helpless, and defenceless baby to the monster that was Luke Maybank. It wasn’t something that she had ever intended, or even so much as thought, of doing. Nevertheless, this was JJ’s battle to fight and with a reluctant exhale, she answered him honestly, “yeah.”

Taking the several steps towards Indie, he asked, “let me take her?” His brawny, tattooed arms opened for his blanket-bundled daughter as Indie carefully passed her over. Her tiny, baby-grow-clad body instantly curled into the radiating warmth of his chest as he attentively wrapped her back up in her powder pink blanket. He leaned his head downwards, placing a soft kiss against her delicate cheek as he spoke to her in a hushed tone, “there’s daddy’s little girl.” Tilly, disturbed by the swift passing, reached her arm out from beneath the fluffy blanket — stretching herself out as a lone sob slipped from between her rosy lips before gripping tightly onto the thin cotton of JJ’s t-shirt. “I know, you were comfy laying on mama, weren’t you?” he cooed sweetly, “daddy won’t keep you long, I promise. Just five minutes. Then you can go back to snuggles with mama and her milk cartons.”

Cautiously, he made his way back outside to the porch where he had left his father waiting on him. He held his daughter in a secure hold, his eyes concentrated on Luke at all times as Axel perched himself at his feet. With a slow and gentle rhythm, JJ rocked himself back and forth — slowly luring Tilly back off into a deep slumber with each cadenced movement.

“She’s a bonny, little thing,” Luke admired from his spot at the very opposite end of the porch, a small smile tugging the very corners of his thin lips upwards.

“Spitting image of her mother, that’s why,” a low, quiet chuckle rumbled through his sturdy chest as Tilly let out a wide yawn. “Aren’t you?” he continued to coo in his saccharine tone as he placed yet another, tender his against her reddened cheek, “just like your momma.” A similar, subtle grin quirked at the very edges of his mouth as he peered down at his sleeping daughter for a quick moment.

“I almost forgot,” Luke interrupted the serene moment with his abrupt words — his ring-cladded handed delving into the depths of the grey, plastic carrier bag that he had been holding onto, “I got a little something for her.” After several seconds of fishing around the feeble bag, he retrieved a small, elephant teddy. “I didn’t know whether you had a little girl or boy when I bought it, so I went for something for either.”

JJ merely casually accepted the elephant teddy, resting it against his muscular chest beside his daughter and tucking the bottom half beneath the thick blanket. “Thanks,” he said plainly.

They stood for several more minutes — Luke admiring his granddaughter and asking intrigue-filled questions about both JJ and Tilly. Then, JJ swiftly put an end to the interaction. A cold, bitter breeze from the far stretches of the horizon had made it’s way inland and he had deemed it too cold for Tilly to be outside. JJ nodded a firm goodbye to his father and left him with the parting words, “I meant what I said. Don’t come around again. Good luck staying sober.”

And with those final, chapter-closing words uttered, JJ ushered his on-guard pup back inside and followed suit. He swiftly locked the painted, wooden door behind him — turning the jangling keyring and sliding on the top bolt — before making his way further into the cosy living area. He took the soft, elephant plushie that Luke had handed him and, with no remorse whatsoever, dropped it into the lined trash can. Then, he placed his sleeping daughter down into the wooden bassinet, tucking the blanket up beneath her tiny chin and tilting it towards him — setting it off in a slow and gentle, rocking rhythm.

Satisfied that Tilly was settled, he laid himself down on the cushioned sofa. His messy, straw-like tousles rested against Indie’s sore boobs lightly and his burly arm draped around her waistline. He secured her in a tight, needy hold as he nuzzled his down-turned features into her bra-less cleavage. A saddened sigh slipped from between his stubble-lined lips as he relaxed under the tender touch of Indie’s fingers coming lovingly through his hair.

“Talk to me,” she urged with a soft tone. The light weight of his head resting against his half-full breasts was ever so slightly painful, but in that very moment she cared more about JJ and his feelings than anything else. So, she allowed him to stay — the very tips of her short nails grazing against his scalp, just as he liked it.

“My dad’s finally clean,” he mumbled lowly into her, a sadness to his voice. Another, melancholic exhale dissipated from his lungs before he elaborated, “why couldn’t he have done this for me, or for mom, all them years ago? Why wasn’t I good enough? Why wasn’t I enough of a reason for him to get clean? Instead, it takes being locked up in the same place as his dealers that he owes god knows how much money to, to finally persuade him to get clean. He wouldn’t get clean for his own son, but he would just to get out of paying his damn drug debts? That’s so fucked up, Ind.”

“I know, J,” Indie reassured him quietly.

“Even when he’s doing everything I wished he would do, he still manages to fuck things up for me.”

“He’s not fucked anything up here,” she spoke adamantly, “we don’t and haven’t ever needed him. We have a family that loves us and loves Tilly. Him being around doesn’t change that, or affect it in any way. You are still you; you’re still the amazing man that I love and you’re still a good dad to our daughter. You did the right thing not letting him back in. Not only for yourself but for Tilly. It will be okay. You will be okay. We will be okay.”

JJ just nodded his head, allowing himself to melt into Indie’s embrace.

“Oh,” she teased playfully, bringing a more light-hearted note to the moment, “and if you ever call my boobs milk cartons again, you’ll be jacking yourself off for forever more.”

He laughed deeply, responding mischievously, “just calling them as I see them.”

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the-army-brat-and-the-nerd · 3 years

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JUSTICE LEAGUE- COMIC TO LIVE ACTION

A list of memebers who have been, at some point been a part of the JLA

Hey, so this is basically an experiment: So REBLOG if you love the justice league

Okay, I’m no pro at this-just an amateur and if you think that there’s a lack of characters, feel free to coment below and I’ll try to update.

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zemo x reader where he says he loves them for the first time ? mayhaps🥺

Another life, another time

Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo x GN!Reader

Summary: Zemo confesses his feelings for the first time.

Requests: Open!

A/N: English is not my maternal language, if this has any grammatical errors please let me know. There could be some OOC!Zemo, sorry about that. Also, I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, if there is anything I should correct, please, let me know.

A/N: This story has been inspired by two songs, which are: Harry and Ginny by Alexandre Desplat and There's a place by Roo Panes. (I strongly recommend listening to the first one while reading the story!)

This story is SPOILER FREE!

Feedback is really appreciated. I really wanna know what you think about this! So please coment, reblog and like (?) 😊

It was barely midnight when the melancholic piano piece began to play in that apartment in Riga. It could be heard perfectly from the small back garden, where they were. The sweet but nostalgic song was coming from his room, on the upper floor of the apartment.

They looked up, and could see how a small light was on in that room, just as the window was open, making it possible to hear the melody perfectly. They closed momentarily their eyes and enjoyed the song, while simultaneously enjoying the scent of the flowers and the little sounds that some nocturnal animals made in that small backyard.

Then they realized that it was an invitation for them to come and see him.

It was a song from the one their favorite soundtrack, which they had on their playlist of movie soundtracks and which they also had once shown to Helmut on one of visits to the prison.

He didn't seem to think much of the song when they showed it to him that time. Not until now, at least.

He remembered the song, he even learned how to play it.

The melody repeated itself again, but now they couldn't hear it the same way they had from the outside. They tried not to make noise on their way upstairs, because the closest room to them was Sam's and they didn't want to wake him. As they made their way down the dark hallway, a light could be seeing coming through the half-closed door of the room they was headed for. Then, once in front of it, they could hear a soft sigh as the song finished playing for the second time.

They wanted to go in and talk to him, as they both used to do all those times they visited him in the prision of Berlin. But they knew that this might be the last time they would be able to enjoy his presence, alone, and without a huge pane of solid glass between them, preventing even the slightest contact. They was terrified at the thought that this was, indeed, the last time they would be able to experience such a moment with him. So in a way they didn't want to go inside either, thus preventing that dreaded last time from coming.

But he was calling them. He was looking for them through the melody.

They shook their head and sighed, before plucking up the courage and knocking softly on the door, receiving as an answer the repetition of the melody they loved so much.

It was an invitation, no doubt.

"Helmut." whispered the man's name.

He moved a little, thus making room for them both on the bench on which he was sitting. A few moments later they were sitting together in silence. They rested their head on his shoulder and sighed sadly.

They began to play the piano with him, using only one hand, as he did and knew how to do so. It seemed incredible that this was the first time they had played that majestic instrument together, because with the synchrony and affinity they had when doing it, it seemed that they had been doing it together for years.

It was a matter of hours, hopefully days, before Helmut would be arrested again and taken to prison, most likely to a higher security prison than the one in Berlin. He would probably end up on the Raft.

They would not be able to see him. Never.

Tears began to fall down their cheeks silently. The Sokovian took their hand, wordlessly, brought it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of the hand, and another on the palm, afterwards. They looked up, and with theit eyes burning with tears, watched him in detail.

He was the most beautiful thing their had ever seen.

The man looked at them and smiled sadly. Then, he took their face and began to kiss the areas where the tears had previously fallen. They could not help but sob at that gentle and intimate gesture. He could also not help it, but keep doing that.

Zemo leaned his forehead against theirs. "Thank you." Was what he said before kissing their forehead, then bringing both foreheads back together. They brought their hands to either side of his face, and caressed his cheeks. "Thank you for being the one constant thing in my life these past eight years. For coming to visit me and spending time with me, even... after I broke up your family."

"Helmut..." They searched his gaze and smiled sweetly at him when they made eye contact. Tears began to form in his eyes as well, something they had never imagined they would ever see. "Helmut..." They repeated his name as if it were a prayer.

Then he began to cry. "I fell in love with you." It was all the man managed to say in a small whisper before he broke away from them slightly. "I love you." He said again to them, who had remained static as they heard him say that, but as they heard him speak again, couldn't help but wrap their arms around the Baron's neck, causing him to wrap his arms around their waist and hide his face in their neck.

"I love you too." confessed to him, as they felt both of their hearts go wild. They could also feel Zemo's wet tears on their neck. "And that's why I can't let you go. I can't lose you now... and never see you again."

The Sokovian looked up and took their face, and did something that caught them by surprise. He kissed them for the first time, and as if it were the last time too. They momentarily separated from Zemo and stood up, so that they could stand in front of him and straddle his lap. Zemo couldn't help but smile before kissing them again and wrapping his arms around them in a tight embrace. They for their part took to caressing his still wet cheeks as they kissed softly and sweetly.

"M-Maybe... maybe there's a place. For you and I, right?" they asked hopefully as they looked into Helmut's eyes and played with his now slightly tousled hair.

He was silent for a few moments as he stroked their back affectionately, looking at them with a soft gaze. "We both know the fact that I'm going to be arrested sooner or later is inevitable." He replied bringing a hand to their cheek. "I don't think there is one here." He answered in a whisper with a slight tone of pain.

He hated to think of the possibility of never being able to see them again in this lifetime, which he knew was most likely for both of them.

"Then... in another life, another time... there could be a place for you and I? For us?"

"There could be a place." Helmut said as he drew them back to him in an embrace. "I know. Definitely, there could be a place."

And so the two of them stood in silence, embracing and imagining what that place could be like.

How their place would be like.

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