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luveline · 6 months

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Hi don’t know if you’re taking requests (if not please ignore!) just wondering how Halloween would look like in the KBD universe or even a masquerade ball for prince Steve and reader?

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"I think we should paint her orange," Avery says.

Steve pushes the wand of his bubbles back into the container, coating it in solution. "What for, honey?"

"For Halloween! We'll paint her orange and she can be a pumpkin."

"Oh."

Steve purses his lips, blowing bubbles over the green grass of the garden. It's alive despite it being late October, mildly crisp underfoot. He can hear leaves crunching under Bethie's boots where she runs around toward the back gate.

Wren sees the bubbles and giggles wildly. Steve grins. "You like those, sweetheart?"

"What if we make her green like a witch?"

"Who, Ave?"

"Wren."

"Oh. Well, Wren can't use face paint yet, babe, she's too little," Steve explains, dipping the wand in solution again. "But they're very good ideas. Do you know what you want to be?"

Avery throws her hands out. She's getting older than he ever imagined her, but she's still so small at the end of the day with delicate little hands and facial expressions cute enough to make a grown man cry. Steve would know, he's cried a ton of times just looking at her.

"I already told you."

Steve pretends to remember to spare her feelings as he blows more bubbles. He knows you'll know, and so it's a white lie. Better for everyone. "I remember! You're gonna be awesome."

She smiles for the first time in ten whole minutes and sits down next to Steve. He offers her the bubbles and the wand, freeing his hands to give her a loving squeeze from either side. "Very good ideas," he repeats, patting her arm.

Bethie comes running with two cupped hands. Steve can picture her find before she shows him, and still he's horrified to see a slug in her palm. It's not big but neither is she, lavishing across the breadth of her hand.

Ew, Steve thinks. "Wow, Beth! What did you find?"

"There's snails, too!" she says excitedly, her eyes bright as her attention flickers between the slug and her dad. "They're sleeping, I think. They're stuck to the slide."

"Beth, listen to me really quickly?"

"Yeah, dad," she says, nodding.

"I like that you're being gentle with the slugs, you're being nice, but as soon as you put him down, don't touch your face, okay? In fact, when you put him down, we're gonna go inside and wash our hands."

Beth looks down at her slug in alarm. "What?"

"He's not dangerous!" Steve reassures her. "But he might have germs. Germs don't hurt our skin, but they can't go in your mouth, okay? Good girl."

"He can't hurt my skin?"

"No, bub. Some bugs can, but not the plain black slugs. How about next time you want to pick one up, you come and get me and we'll pick it up together?"

Steve doesn't want to kill her fearlessness in this sole area, not when she's usually timid around everything else, but he also doesn't want to kill her full stop. All these random bugs, Steve doesn't know what's what.

"Okay. I picked this one up because he's got a yellow stripe," she says. Beth speaks in full words and makes sense the majority of the time, but her delivery is clumsy, heavy in places. Steve can still remember her first word. He's a firm believer in taking your time (please. please, let her take her time).

"You're super brave," he praises.

"Mom says bugs are more 'fraid of us than we are of them."

"She's right. Think if something this much bigger than you picked you up one day, you'd want them to put you down gently, right?"

Determination fills her eyes. "Yes."

She starts to run off but then slows, holding her hand aloft in front of her.

Closer by, Avery blows bubbles near Wren's soft chair, the youngest baby giggling like a tinkling bell. You and Steve have emphasised to Avery that Wren isn't her responsibility. Look after her as you would your other sisters, but don't feel like being the biggest sister makes you in charge. Avery sort of listened, but now she's planning Halloween costumes in her head, Steve's worried she's putting too much on her little shoulders, as she tends to do.

"Come here, my big girl," he demands, opening his arms.

Avery grins and jumps into his lap. Steve groans playfully, happy to be trampled, and just glad she had the foresight to screw the cap on her bubbles before she pounced.

"Hello. So, do I need to go to the store for this costume?" he asks.

"Probably."

"Okay. Are you coming with me to choose?"

"Mom said we're all going after lunch."

Steve waves her arms back and forth. "I guess we better get ready, then."

Easier said than done. Steve marches the girls back inside to find you've already dressed Dove and sat her in her chair with her lunch in front of her. Feeding young kids is tough because you're always trying to rotate things to keep their tastes big, but you've given in today to an easy solution; everybody's having pizza subs and halved grapes. So long as they're fed, who minds?

"Give me the babies!" you say, jumping up from your seat to grab Wren, chair and all, "Hi. Something tells me it's time for a bottle."

"I'll get them dressed–"

"Go get yourself dressed. They can eat first." You kiss his cheek. "I put some stuff out for you already."

"I can do it," he insists.

"Take a break," you insist back, your tone gentle as velveteen.

His turn to kiss your cheek. "Do you know what Avery wants to be for her costume?" he asks in your ear.

"She wants to be Belle, she told us weeks ago." He remembers as soon as you say it. "But I don't think finding a costume for her is going to be very easy this close to Halloween."

Steve doesn't blame either of you for your busy October, but he hates himself watching Avery grow more and more disappointed with every store you drive to. There are no yellow princess dresses to be found, only store brand pinks. Bethie is ecstatic to choose one of those ones and Dove insists on a white fairy costume with sugar paper wings, but Avery's frown grows heartbreaking when it's clear there aren't any Belle dresses to buy.

"I'm sorry," you're saying, Wren strapped to your chest, Beth and Dove knee to knee in the shopping cart in front of you. "It's my fault, baby, I left it last minute."

"No, it's my fault," Steve says.

Avery glares for a while, standing in front of all the dresses. Steve bends down to speak with her. "I'm sorry, Ave. Don't be mad at mom, okay? It's not her fault even when she says it is, she was busy working and I forgot about costumes because I had all that stuff with Wren and the doctors and my glasses and–" He winces. "I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. So be mad at me if you want, I was supposed to remember, but I'll make it up to you, promise."

"I told you ages ago," she says morosely.

"I know. You did. I didn't think about them running out of costumes, Avery. Sometimes when you're a grown up you have so much stuff to think of you don't have room for all of it, but that's not fair, huh? Now you don't get the costume you wanted."

She sighs, but the thing about Avery is that if you understand her point, she runs out of anger, just like her mom. She wants to make up, burying her face in Steve's thigh for a hug.

"What am I going to be now?" she asks.

"How about Belle's blue dress, babe?" you suggest.

"They don't have any Belle costumes!"

"I know, but we can make one. That's what me and dad did growing up, right?" you ask.

"All my costumes were homemade," he seconds, "that was the fun part."

So Avery marches you guys to the normal dresses and together you look for something nice and long enough for her tall stature. It's in the middle of this searching when she gasps, jumping up to grab Steve by the elbows.

Delighted at being forgiven, he bends down at her whim. "What?" he asks excitedly.

"Wren can be a bumblebee, like me!"

"You remember that?" he asks.

"No, but you have the photo in the car. Do you still have the costume?"

It's Steve. Of course he kept the costume, he keeps everything, an attic stuffed to bursting with the offcuts of your lives. You giggle from the landing underneath him, the baby in one arm and a spooky drink made special by Dove in the other hand. "I wish you could drink more than milk."

"Don't poison her!" Steve says, covered in cobwebs and knees white with dust as he climbs down the rickety ladder back onto solid ground. You wolf whistle as he reaches up to close everything safely, and cheer when you see the bee costume in his hand.

"You're the best. Think we should let Avery put it on her?" you ask.

"Maybe. Think she can be gentle enough?"

Your little girl, so preoccupied with her sister's costume that she forgot about her own? Yes, Avery can be gentle enough. She sews Wren's small arms into the costume's sleeves like she's handling a girl made of glass, and she doesn't attempt to lift her, quick to say, "Dad, can you pick her up for me?"

Steve lifts her and Wren does her scrunch, legs pulled up high and face a little startled. She's just old enough to giggle, prompting Bethie to join in as she races across the living room rug, the skirts of her dress fluttering against the floor.

"She looks like a bee!" Dove says, following after, her fairy wings jittering with her movements.

"She is!" Avery says, buttoning Wren's last button.

Finally, after an exhausting afternoon (both of energy and your wallets), the four girls are dressed in their Halloween costumes. Avery as Belle in her original blue dress and white apron, not the costume she wanted but clearly her favourite character nonetheless. Bethie wears her pink princess dress and one of Avery's big plastic tiaras, her hair done as you would style your own for date night. Dove twirls in her white fairy dress, silver corset ribbons shiny in the light. Wren gurgles in his arms, her soft wings folded between her and Steve's chest. And you, uncostumed, stand beautiful and tired in the doorway, sparkly eyeshadow in a stripe up your cheek.

The girls smile at him and their eyes glimmer.

"Wow," he says, leaning back against the couch. "You guys look amazing."

"It's about an hour until we're gonna leave," you say, "so please do mommy a favour and watch some TV, okay?"

You set them up in a line with a bowl of chips each —you can vacuum them clean. Steve cleans as quickly as he can while you wipe your face and put aside some stuff for tonight in case the girls come home hungry, and eventually, eventually, you and Steve make your way to the kitchen table for a quiet minute together.

"Wren's–"

"In her bassinet," Steve says. "You're–"

"Fine." You reach for his hand. "And you're–"

"Perfect." He rubs the back of your fingers with his thumb. "I've missed you today. I know we were together, but…"

You slouch into the table, resting your cheek on a placemat and closing your eyes. "Me too, sweetheart."

He shuffles closer and leans in. "Tired, huh?" he asks gently, pressing similarly soft kisses to your cheek. "Love you," he says. "Don't fall asleep."

"I'm not. Just resting my eyes."

He doesn't rub your back, worried it'll send you to sleep. Instead, he kisses all over your face, sloe at first and faster when he realises it'll take a while to cover every inch. You smile and let him do as he pleases, laughing under your breath as he kisses your eyelid, squirming when he pecks under your nose. "Freak," you mumble.

"That's what I'm being for Halloween."

"What am I gonna be?" you ask.

"Same as every year, I thought. Most beautiful girl this side of the Mississippi river."

You like the sound of it, pulling your joined hands to your face to nuzzle his knuckles.

"Or you can be Frankentstein," he suggests. "I'll be the monster."

"We can just be the two tiredest parents ever."

"That's not super creative, babe, we kinda do that every day."

"So I'm not beautiful every day," you say quickly, having set him up. "Knew it."

"You tricked me."

"Did not. Make it up to me?"

"What do you want?" he asks.

"Just a hug, Stevie." You raise your head to smile at him sleepily. "A really nice hug, please."

He saves the line about every hug being nice when it's with you and cuddles you, stroking your back for countless minutes, murmuring nothings to you until baby Wren shriek-cries from the living room. Steve soothes her upset, and you start the impossible task of getting everyone in their shoes for a night of trick-or-treating.

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lunargrapejuice · 3 months

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snow day

alhaitham x reader

the cool air kisses your cheeks, white specks falling from the sky swaying with the small gusts of wind and melting against your skin, sticking to your hair. your fingers are lost in the deep powdery blanket at your feet and even through your gloves you can feel the chilling nip of the snow, see the puffs of your breath in front of you but the cold is the last thing on your mind.

with your bubbling joy it was hard to hold back your giggles but you manage to stay quiet as you pack the snow between your hands and peak up from your crouched spot on the ground to find your beloved. tall and handsome as ever, you spot him easily standing a ways away with his back to you, silver hair gleaming in the whiteness of the world as he stares up at the sky.

straightening your legs, your balled up snow held close to your chest with both hands, all you can do is admire him from afar and wonder what's on his mind or if perhaps you’ve caught him in a rare moment of being lost in his thoughts. as much as him turning around would ruin your little fun, you wish he was facing you so you could see his expression, so that you could take him in properly and could perhaps catch the attention of the grand scribe.

though you did have the perfect thing to get his attention.

calling for him would have done the trick. he was never one to ignore you, no you had always caught his attention, but as he began to turn around, stuffing his hands deeper into his coat pockets and looking around for you, you felt the excitement over the snow that had brought you both out here return in full and let it guide your arm back to throw your snowball right at him.

over the crash of snow against his thick coat, shattering into small chunks at the impact against his muscular arm, he hears a burst of laughter. alhaitham watches the small fall to the ground before looking up at you, immediately catching your playful eyes.

“got you!” you call triumphantly in the distance, a sweet, adorable smile on your face that warms his chest, but your victorious tone is short lived. cut off by sharp mirthful eyes and the giggling shriek you let out when you see him making his way to you in a full sprint, long strides that were closing the distance so quickly.

the snow crunching under his steps gets louder and louder in your ears, nearly lost in your laughter and the breaths you took as you picked up your own pace but his legs were longer, he was faster, and it was only a few moments of chasing before you felt the strength of his arms caging you, the scent of rose water and hibiscus filling your senses, and the weight of him sweeping you off your feet and right into the snow.

holding onto him, unable to stop your fit of giggles, your fall is cushioned and chilly, the snow tickling your neck and like sugar coats your figure but over you is no longer the pale sky. when you look up, snow falls from silver locks, making his cheeks and the tip of his nose pink, and against the seafoam of his eyes laced with gold, you can feel your heart skipping far too many beats. they’re tender and full of love and when you see his soft smile is telling of the same, you swear you’re not even breathing.

“‘haitham..” you coo quietly when you feel the warmth of his hand on your face, brushing snow from your cheeks and the sides of your hair. his name a whisper on the wind carried away in the cloud of your breath that he wouldn’t have missed for the world.

you lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you bask in his affection and when you open them again, still seeing that soft look on his face with every gentle movement of his fingers, your hands on his coat cling to him further.

his gaze catches yours once more, a smile you never wanted to forget pulling at his lips as he whispers, “i love you.”

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number-onekidqueen · 20 days

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𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

I don’t think you guys understand how much I love this song. So here’s some fluff, which you guys wanted most in that little poll.

It was the first time you’d ever seen snow.

As the final conch horn echoed throughout camp and activities ceased, you’d exchanged the friendship bracelet you’d been making with Luke, giggling at the messy pattern he’d made.

You’d only known each other for a little while, but already you could tell that arts and crafts were not his strong points.

“Whatever,” he was grumbling, although he was also grinning as the two of you ambled out of the craft cabin. “Woah.”

You felt it then, the cold flakes fluttering on your skin, causing hairs to raise all over you. The pair of you stood, shivering and in awe as you faced towards Olympus, watching as the white flurries swirled down through the grey sky.

“Let’s go,” he urged you, throwing a jacket on, “this barely ever happens they say. We’ve gotta savour it while we can.”

“I-I haven’t got a coat with me,” you pointed out awkwardly, cursing yourself for not noticing the cold temperatures beforehand.

“Oh,” and he immediately ripped his coat off and placed it on your shoulders before you could protest. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your cabin for your coat and then we can have some fun.”

Slipping and sliding through the snow you went, reaching your cabin in no time. Already the snow had grown thick, and you took advantage of this, making wonky snow angels and pelting snow balls at each other. This fun and mania continued until others joined and it became so violent and competitive, Chiron had to intervene.

To appease everyone, however, he promised a night of camping on the beach in tents. You remembered how you’d stayed up so late that night, talking and talking and talking. You never got sick of it, and in the close and fun atmosphere, it was so nice to have a friend.

The pink sky was so spacious and beautiful from up here. It was many a night you’d ascended up onto the Hermes cabin roof, but you didn’t think it had ever been so scenic.

You hoped your dad was giving a fantastic sky show to Luke after all the shit he’d been through.

“You guys have gotta get dow-“

“We’re literally counsellors too! Go away!” You screamed at the pesky Demeter counsellor, glaring at him until he left you in peace. Couldn’t he take a hint? Couldn’t you guys be left in peace for a fraction of a second?! It wasn’t like you guys had a curfew anyway.

To break the tense silence, you decided to play twenty questions. It was a tradition of yours, and you couldn’t exactly remember when you first played it, just that it was a game you played often. You hoped it would cheer Luke up from the miserable place he had been since he returned to camp from his quest.

“What was…. The goofiest thing you saw on your quest?” You asked, smiling.

He grinned weakly, seeming to rack his brain as he gazed at the sunset. “Um, oh! Probably this guy we saw on the bus. He had these maroon gloves, and uh, a completely orange jumpsuit thing and all he did the whole trip was eat celery.”

“What? No way.” You said in disbelief, shaking your head.

“No, he was insane, just like crunching away at these sticks of celery for about an hour, I swear.”

You continued like this for a while, asking silly questions and snickering until your stomachs ached. But the deeper questions came too.

“Do you still have nightmares?” You were scared to ask this question, scared that it overstepped. Sure, you were best friends and you’d talked about these deep, close and personal things many times before, but Luke had changed when he came back. He was more sensitive, more traumatised. He hadn’t cracked with you, but he had with Chris, and that was still saying something. You didn’t want to fracture the shaky relationship you’d fought to rebuild.

“Yeah,” he replied, and you drew closer as he let out a shaky exhale, “they keep coming, and I just can’t get away from them.”

“What’s in them?”

“It starts off pretty normal. I’m usually with you somewhere and we’re doing something for camp. And then-then this gap opens beneath your feet- and you fall, and, and you’re screaming the whole way down. And then this evil, dark voice comes out and sometimes I can hear it, but usually it just mutters all these weird phrases I can’t understand.”

“What does it tell you when you can hear?” You were both curious and concerned.

“It’s weird. That if I follow it, it can show me a world where no one I care about gets hurt, and I can protect them all. Sometimes, I get these glimpses of this warm, golden place and everyone’s happy and safe. But then I’m just scared again.”

There was a brief silence, allowing both of you to mull over the words just spoken.

“My go,” and his eyes were soft when he faced you, “Apollo been answering your prayers?”

You shook your head, blinking back the tears in your eyes at the thought. Of course he knew. He was Luke Castellan.

“I thought so. You deserve so much better than him.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a god, right?” You said weakly, brushing tears, “bad parenting is part of their jam.”

You fought the tears that continued to build, thinking of a way to change the subject. “This questioning is getting so depressing, geez.”

“Well, it’s your go. You lighten the mood.” He offered, leaning back on his elbows.

“Ok. I can’t think of anymore! Uhh, on a scale of 1 to 10 how important am I to you?” You joked, covering your mouth as you chuckled quietly.

He wasn’t laughing back though. In fact, his face was earnest.

“10.” He replied softly, and his hand reached forward and brushed yours.

And you treasured that evening in your memory. It was so nice to have a friend.

The clanging of bells signified both your successes as you’d reached the adult years of life. Even at 25, you and Luke were lucky to be alive.

You both didn’t want to waste anymore time.

Laughter erupted from you, as he scooped you into his arms, carrying you away from Big House and the cacophony of ricocheting metal courtesy of the Hephaestus and Hecate cabins, and the grass strewn with snow flake like rice grains.

You’d had the celebration at camp, but you were planning to drive back to your home - a new apartment in New York.

And here you were. Humming along to the high notes of a nostalgic song on your playlist, waiting for Luke to come back with his take out, and drumming your fingers on your cream skirt. Despite the fact that he’d stuffed his face with entrees that Demeter kids had lovingly and tediously created back at camp, he was still starving by the time you’d spent a while on the road. Truth be told, you were too, but given the fact you were still in your wedding dress, you didn’t want to risk any stains.

The loud and cheery tune of your ringtone distracted you from your thoughts, and after a bit of scrambling, you picked up, noticing it was Luke.

“Luke, babe, I swear I gave you the credit card, it isn’t in here.”

“Uh, ouch, no there’s no problem with that,” he explained, chuckling. “That creamy sauce is still your favourite, right? With wings?”

“Yeah?” you said, confused. “But I’m not hungry remember? Just buy food for yourself, and get outta there before we hit peak hour traffic.”

“Oh yeah, I just noticed it’s a few cents cheaper than normal sauce.” You could hear him munching softly now, so you assumed he was on his way out. Thank the gods.

“Ok?? And you seriously called me for that?” You asked, more amused now, but still very confused.

“Ooh, you’re right, I better watch my step, any more communication and my wife will divorce me.” He teased.

You sputtered a bit at wife, trying not to choke. You still weren’t used to it. You didn’t think you ever would be.

“I know you’re blushing in there.” He called over the phone, except now you could see him exiting the store, boxes piled in his arms.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, hanging up and trying to calm your burning cheeks.

When he entered the car, the sucker still had that grin on his face as he passed you a box of wings and a little tub of your favourite sauce.

“Huh?” You asked him, a smile spreading.

“Y/n, I think even Mr D. has enough intuition skills to know you were craving some wings. Let’s eat.”

And you beamed at him, because of course your Luke knew when you desperately wanted food and would go and procure it for you.

The car trip was a lot shorter when the both of you were licking your fingers and passionately singing your favourite songs off-key. It seemed only moments had passed before you were turning into the parking lot underneath your apartment, stacking any box you could carry in your arms, and sandwiching bags between each limb.

Thankfully, the elevator wasn’t broken, and you were able to take that up to the three floors it took to reach your apartment. Outside the door was your landlord, a steaming coffee mug in one hand and a set of keys in the other.

You bit your lip anxiously as he scanned his eyes over you, his lips twisting in amusement at your dress.

“Nice outfit,” he sniped, taking a sip of the hot black liquid.

“I certainly thought so.” Luke chimed in, taking the keys from the man and unlocking the door. He led you in by the shoulder. “She looks beautiful, just like always.”

And then the door was shut, and you were bent over giggling quietly, casting grateful looks at him while Luke side-eyed the door.

You’d barely been a moment in your new place, but it already felt like home with him. As you personalised the place further and more and more of your belongings from camp hung on the walls, lay on the floor and were tucked into corners, a sense of belonging crept into your heart. You loved this place. You loved Luke.

Walking swiftly into the bedroom, you collapsed onto the mattress he was setting up, tugging him down with you.

He groaned happily, as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“Let’s just lie here for a while and not do anymore unpacking,” you whispered to him breathily, as you settled into his side.

“Mmmm, not a while. How about the whole weekend?” He mumbled, as his arms snaked around you, pulling you in closer.

And in the warmth of that bed it was the same comfortable feeling you’d felt with him all those times before.

It was nice to have a friend lover.

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crazyunsexycool · 6 months

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My Little Love

Chapter 31

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count: 6k

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of blood, mentions of gun, SO MANY TEARS, Charlotte being the little rebel she is, Henry being a supportive big brother lol, The kids are just so fucking sweet, knives, implied thought of committing suicide (hydra command), If I forgot something please let me know.

A/N: OMG it's happening!!!! Please let me know what you think.

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He drops the ironclad hold he had on your neck and releases the cuffs you had on. He leans into your ear and murmurs something.

Your murderous gaze snaps up to Bucky’s.

You take slow measured steps in his direction. There is only one thing in your mind. Your only mission.

Hurt him.

He’s the enemy and he’ll hurt you. That’s what the man had said and you had no choice but to trust him. But the man in front of you seems familiar. You don’t fear him. Although your feelings in this don’t matter.

“Sugar.” He says as he looks at you with anguish. He puts down the gun and holds his hands up to show he isn’t a threat. “It’s me, it’s Bucky. You’re safe now.”

Your expression remains blank and you continue to move towards him.

“Charlotte and Henry can’t wait to see you.

You tilt your head in confusion. Those names are unknown to you.

“I found her.” Bucky says. “I need bac-“

You don’t let him finish his sentence. Instead you connect your fist with his jaw. You advance on him and no matter how many blows you land he won’t hit you. He covers his face, he deflects but not once has he raised his hand against you.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I know you’re in there. Sugar you can stop. It’s ok you’re safe now.” He pleads.

You don’t talk back, you can’t. The order was to hurt him not to talk. This time when you throw another punch he catches your fist with his left hand. You study it and then you flick your wrist so that you're holding his wrist instead. Then you squeeze. The metal crunch fills the otherwise empty hall. Bucky grunts as he falls to his knees. You’ve completely destroyed his left arm from wrist to shoulder and he seems to be in some kind of pain but you don’t care. You lift your fist again and you feel a small sting on the side of your neck before you lose consciousness.

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“Are you ok?” Nat asks as she lays you on the floor.

“What happened?” Steve asks as he rounds the corner, jogging up to Bucky and Nat. “Oh fuck.”

Bucky’s arm was basically turned to scrap metal. His face was full of blood and bruises and there was no doubt that there would be more injuries.

“They programmed her.” Bucky said in between pants and tears.

Steve first helped Bucky and then scooped you up from the floor.

“The guy that was taking her out of here disappeared.”

“I stopped him down the hallway, he isn’t going anywhere.” Nat says before she steps in front of Steve and starts leading them out of the building. Gun up and ready to shoot if necessary. “We should get her to Bruce so that he can keep her sedated until we get back to the tower.”

Bucky just nods but his mind is a million miles away. What had they done to you? He was torn between needing to know and not wanting to find out. You were his best girl and he had let you down.

“Buck, take my shield.” Steve says as the group approaches the exit.

While the building was quiet there was a battle going on outside. The rest of the team, the CIA and the Dora Milaje were still fighting against hydra.

“Wanda, Sam we’re going to need some help here. We have Y/N but she’s unconscious.”

“On our way.” Sam says. A few seconds later he’s at the doors. His wings spread out and shielding the doors so that Nat can open them and let Steve walk out with you.

There’s a ball of red magic that flies past them and hits someone and then Wanda lands beside them. Her eyes immediately go to you and her heart aches when she sees the state you’re in.

“Let’s go.” She says with a nod.

The five of them move in sync. Steve in the middle of the other four as they keep you safe. Okoye sees them and sends some of her fighters to help clear the way. In no time you’re on a jet and Bruce is setting up a drip before taking your vitals.

“Stay with her Buck.” Steve takes the shield from him and pats his back before heading back.

“She’s stable. Was she unconscious when you found her?”

“No, Nat had to sedate her. She did this.” Bucky motions to himself and Bruce grimaced.

“I’ll clean you up in a second.”

“Take your time. I’d rather you focus on her.” Bucky mutters as he sits beside you with a groan.

He takes your hand in his right and brings it up to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“We’ve got you, Sugar. You’re safe again.”

Bucky didn’t leave your side. Even when Bruce wanted to check for other injuries he just shrugged him off and said he could wait to be checked out at the tower. Bucky did ask Bruce to help him remove his left arm since it was no longer useful.

You were still unconscious when you were moved from the jet to the hospital floor of the tower. Just outside the doors of the waiting room Ed was waiting for Bucky.

“You did it, son. You brought back our girl.”

He pulled Bucky in for a hug. One Bucky desperately needed. He let silent tears fall as the relief of having you home finally washed over him. Out of personal experience he knew that the coming days or weeks or months were going to be difficult but he’d do anything he could to support you.

Charlotte’s excited babbling made Bucky pull away. Her rushed steps were heard echoing off the walls and suddenly she’s turning the corner.

“Dada! Mama’s home.” She exclaimed with absolute glee as she ran to hug Bucky.

“Is she really here daddy?”

“She is bub. Now c,mere.” Bucky hugged him too. The tension left Henry’s body the longer Bucky held him. “I need to tell you both something though.”

“Mama sick. Is kay dada, mama get bettuh. I see it.”

“That’s right, mama is a bit sick right now so you can’t see her just yet. But at least she’s home and we can help her get better soon.”

Henry nodded although concern and sadness clouded his eyes. His attention moves to Bucky’s left side and the lack of an arm. “What happened daddy?”

“It got ruined during the mission.”

“But it is ok because I brought a newer version to replace it anyways.” Shuri’s voice fills the hallway.

The doors to the waiting room are open and four guards, part of the Dora Milaje, stand behind her. Two of them holding a large black box in between them.

“Shuri.” Henry runs to her and they do their secret handshake.

“Hey there little man. How have you been?”

“I’m ok. Have you made anything new?”

“Loads of things. I even brought some prototypes for you to try. But that will be after I help your baba.”

“Ok.”

“Hi Shuwi, mama’s home.” Lottie announces excitedly.

“I’ve heard. I am going to help your mama get better, little one. How does that sound?”

“Is good, tank you.”

“You are very welcome.” Shuri chuckles.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Shuri, Princess of Wakanda. She removed hydra’s programming for me, Henry and Lottie and also gave me my left arm. Shuri, this is Y/N’s family.” Bucky says as he introduces everyone.

“You’re really going to help her?”

“Absolutely. Whatever hydra tried to do we can undo it.”

“Thank you so much. We appreciate everything you’re doing not only for Y/N but for Bucky and the kids as well.”

“It is my pleasure to be able to help. Now if you come with me Sergeant.”

Bucky turns to talk to Ed but he just waves Bucky away.

“Y/N’s still asleep. For safety precautions we have guards outside of her room and she is cuffed to the bed.” Bruce says as he stands in front of everyone in the waiting room.

“We will have to wait until she wakes up to run some tests to see what hydra did exactly.” Shuri adds. “Sergeant Barnes is also recovering. We had to take him into surgery to fix some of the inner workings of his shoulder implant before we could replace his arm.”

“How long will that take?” Ed asks.

“Just a few hours. He will definitely be awake before Y/N is. Although I should add that he shouldn’t be the first person she sees when she wakes up.”

“Why not?”

“Because the last command she was given was to hurt him. Until we know how the programming works we need to be careful.”

Everyone agrees and then Shuri and Bruce are gone again to work on who knows what.

****

“Steve, Y/N’s awake. Why don’t you go in first?”

“Why not Ed?” Steve asks as he gets up. Handing a sleeping Lottie to Nat.

“Well like we said,” Bruce explains. “We don’t know how she’ll react. You can at least fight back.”

Steve follows Bruce to your room. The guards at the door don’t move as Steve opens the door and steps in. The lights of the city kept the room bright as they came in through the large windows. You laid on your side, eyes trained on some point outside of the window but there was no spark. Steve sat down on a chair next to your bed but you didn’t look at him.

“Hey Y/N. It’s me Steve.” He says softly but it feels as if he yelled by the way you flinch. “I’m sorry magnet. I didn’t mean to be so loud.”

Your eyes shift toward him for a moment but you don’t respond.

“At least you still don’t like the nickname.” He mutters before sighing. “I missed you. So did the kids. They’re very excited that you’re finally home. I mean we all are of course. But they’re in the waiting room and they refuse to leave.”

“I don’t know you.”

“We are best friends, maybe you just don’t remember.” Steve said. “Your family’s here too.”

You whimpered at the mention of them and you tried to make yourself look smaller. The panicked look in your eyes when you finally looked back at him concerned Steve.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to see anyone until you’re ready.”

His reassurance didn’t ease your mind though and the heart monitor started to beep faster. Bruce walked in a minute later as Steve tried to calm and comfort you. You were crying and shaking violently in the bed and nothing Steve said helped.

“I’ll have to sedate her.” Bruce says sadly.

Steve nods and steps away. He sighs with one last look in your direction before stepping out of the door.

“How is she?” Eddie’s hopeful voice reaches Steve. Tear filled eyes look up at the older man.

“She didn’t recognize me and she wouldn’t really talk.”

“Maybe she just needs some time. I mean she went through a lot right? We can’t just give up on her.”

“And we won’t. It just pains me to see her like that.” Steve admits. “She’s the strong one in this friendship.”

Eddie nods. “That’s my girl. But now it’s time for us to be strong for her.”

Steve nods as Eddie pats him on the shoulder.

“Now let’s get out there. Lottie won’t listen to anyone other than you or Bucky and we need to take her up to bed.”

“Bubba?” Lottie calls out for Henry with a whisper.

The room they’ve been sharing for the past few weeks is quiet and dark with only a nightlight casting a small glow. Henry is laying on the top bunk bed while Lottie is on the bottom.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna see mama.”

Henry shifts so that he can look over the railing and down at Lottie.

“Daddy and grandpa said mama was sleeping, baby.”

“But mama home. Wanna habe seepover.” Lottie protests as she hugs her pink bear tighter.

“I know baby, but mama is sick, remember?”

“Can gibe Pinky.” Lottie holds up her teddy bear. “Make mama bettuh.”

Henry looks back at his own bear and grabs it. In the kids’ mind it was logical. When they first got to the compound they each got a teddy bear and it always made them feel better.

“Maybe she’ll get better with two teddys.” Henry climbs down the small ladder while Lottie hops off her bed. “We have to be really quiet and you have to do what I say ok?”

“Kay.”

“Ok, don’t let go of my hand.” Henry takes Lottie’s hand and he turns them both invisible.

As quickly and quietly as they can, the kids walk out of their shared room, through the living room where Eddie had fallen asleep on the couch and out of the front door. Henry keeps them invisible in the elevator and during their walk through the waiting room until he finds the room you’re in.

The kids see Tony walk out of your room with a sad and concerned expression on his face. He leaves the door slightly open as the guards change shifts. Henry pulls Lottie against the wall in order to avoid having Tony run into them. Once he’s around the corner Henry walks towards the door to your room and peaks in.

You’re asleep on the bed so Henry opens the door more and lets Lottie walk in. After they’re both behind the door he closes it he watches Lottie walk up to the bed and stare up at you. Her pink bear pressed against her chest as her bottom lips wobbled.

“It’s ok baby. Mama is going to get better.” Henry whispers as he throws his arm around her shoulder. He pulls her in and kisses her temple.

“Can gibe Pinky?”

“Yeah we can.”

Henry pulls the chair closer to the bed so that Lottie can get up easier. She climbs the chair and then moves on to the bed and tucks the teddy under your arm and then does the same with Henry’s orange teddy.

“You ah my sunshine, my onwy sunshine.” Lottie starts to sing.

“You make me happy when skies are gray.” Henry joins in as they both sing the lullaby you often sang to them after a nightmare. “You’ll never know dear how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Lottie climbs onto your lap and lays down on top of you, resting her head on your chest. Henry takes a seat at the edge of the bed. He takes your hand in his and sniffles while running his free hand up and down Lottie’s back in a soothing manner.

****

Against Shuri and Bruce’s advice to rest after having to have some plates replaced in his shoulder, Bucky went to your room. It was late at night so he was sure you were asleep. Bucky just wanted to see you and remind himself that you were back. The guards are standing by your door and he’s sure he recognizes one of them.

“Agent Richards?” He asks quietly.

“Good evening Sergeant Barnes.”

“Aren’t you on desk duty?”

“I requested this assignment. Agent Y/L/N, saved my life out in the field once. It would have been a really close call for me. She took care of me and kept me safe until help arrived. I want to repay the favor.” She says.

“I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”

Agent Richards nods. “Oh, it’s really sweet that you had the kids record that lullaby for her.”

“Lullaby?”

“Yeah, you are my sunshine. I heard the end of it as we got to our post. I’m sure they can’t wait to see their mom again.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.” Bucky nodded. “Thank you for standing guard. I’m just gonna sit with her for a little bit.”

“Of course sir.”

Bucky opens the door slowly. Once he’s inside he spots the pink and orange teddy bears and knows the kids are in here. His eyes dart around the room but of course he doesn’t see anything.

“Henry, are you in here?” Bucky asked softly. Of course there was no answer. “Lottie did you come to see mama even though you should be sleeping?”

“No.”

Bucky had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

“Alright let me see you.”

Henry turns Lottie and himself visible again. Lottie was still cuddled up to you and Henry was on the edge of the bed. Bucky opens his arms and both kids move from the bed to his lap. He places a kiss on both their heads and gives them a hug.

“What are you doing here? I said you couldn’t see mama yet because she’s sick.” Bucky asks in a hushed tone.

“But Pinky make mama bettuh.”

“Doll, I know you want mama to be better but you have to do as I say. It’s really important that you follow the rules.”

“I no wike the wules.” Lottie replies with an angry pout and her arms crossed over her chest.

“I know you little troublemaker but you have to do it anyway. It’s important if you want to help mama get better.”

Lottie’s response was a little gasp.

“Mama.” Henry was the one to speak up, making Bucky’s eyes snap up to you in bed.

You were looking at the three of them. Eyes were distant as if you were trying to remember who these people were. If they had a connection to you, you didn’t remember.

“Mama it’s me, it’s Henry.” He noticed your hesitation.

“An Wottie.”

“It’s Lottie. She has a hard time saying her Ls, remember?” Henry says.

The interaction breaks Bucky’s heart. He knows you don’t remember which is why he wanted the kids to stay away until Shuri and Bruce could run their tests.

In response all the kids get is a blank stare before you look up at him. Fortunately you don’t have a murderous look in your eyes anymore. The bad thing is that the lack of response on your part upsets the kids and Lottie begins to cry.

“Mama no wemembuh?”

Bucky grabs both kids and walks out of the room. He takes a moment in the corner of the waiting room to comfort them. He knows it’s a very confusing situation for them and he does the best he can. By the time the kids have calmed down Josh and Sofia have shown up after Bucky asked Friday to call them to take the kids back upstairs. Once they’re gone Bucky walks back into your room where he finds you staring down at both bears.

“May I?” Bucky gestures to the chair but you only stare at him.

Bucky nods to himself realizing that for the past three months your choices have been taken away from you. He proceeds to sit.

“What is the last thing you remember?”

You look up at him, startled at the gentleness of his voice. All you’ve been around have been harsh, cruel screaming and mocking tones.

“I-uh.” You had trouble answering his question.

Immediately you cower as you wait for the blow or whatever punishment the man in front of you sees fit. When it doesn’t come you look back up at the man in front of you to find him with tears in his eyes. Slowly he reaches for your hand and takes it in his.

“We are not going to hurt you here. We want to help you, you don’t have to be scared. It’s ok if you don’t remember anything right now.”

“I had to hurt you.” You whisper after a few minutes of silence. “It’s what he said I had to do.”

While you might not remember him, he felt safe. You felt at peace with him by your side so you let your guard down a bit. He just nodded.

“Do you know where you are?”

You shook your head no.

“You’re home.”

“I live in a hospital?” You questioned. The thought made you uneasy.

“No,” he chuckles. “You live in the Avengers’ tower.”

That only distressed you more. The heart rate monitor started beeping rapidly and you struggled to get out of the restraints.

“Please, I'm sorry. I’ll do whatever they want but don’t let the Avengers take me. They’ll hurt me, please.”

Bucky didn’t have time to react because Bruce is walking into the room to see what’s going on. Suddenly Bucky is being pushed out of the room while Bruce, Helen and Shuri work to calm you down. With nothing else to do Bucky heads up to find someone to talk to.

You woke up hours later in a groggy state. The restraints have been removed so you stretch your limbs. With a small groan you sit up and you take a better look around. Blinking owlishly to take in the room better and you remember what your mission was.

From the other room you could hear voices. They were familiar to you but you couldn’t place them. This whole ordeal felt like being stuck in a zoo exhibit. You could feel there were people out there looking at you but you didn’t know who it was. Although it felt like you should know them. It was upsetting that you didn’t know who you were with and if you could trust them.

At the door you peek out and notice two guards at the door. Closing your eyes you concentrate on finding anything metal that you could use as a distraction. Once you find what you need and you crash metal against the floor the guards leave to double check what is going on. With them gone you slip out of the room and search the floor for a stairway. You remember the doctor talking to someone or something named Friday so you ask it where the kids are. The voice directs you to the right floor and in no time you’re walking into the apartment.

There is no noise other than ambient sounds. You make your way to the kitchen and grab a knife before moving around the apartment until you find the bedrooms. The first one is obviously the kids room. There are toys and kids' clothing thrown about and a bunk bed that sits empty. You move on to the next room and there they are. The two kids that called you mama earlier were cuddled up together and fast asleep in the middle of the huge bed.

Your last mission is simple. Kill the children and get out. If escaping is impossible don’t let the Avengers catch you alive.

You take one step at a time. Slowly you make it to the edge of the bed and stare down at your true target. It’s now or never but as you look at their innocent and angelic faces you can’t seem to follow through. The need to protect and keep them safe overpowers the need to follow orders. It’s a war between your head and whatever hydra did to you and what you feel is the right thing to do. The hand that holds the knife trembles as you fight against the command your handler gave you.

“Mama? Why are you crying?” The boy, Henry if you recall, is looking up at you. He looks a bit concerned.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Mama habe seepover.” Lottie says, her eyes are brighter as she looks up at you. There’s so much trust in her eyes that something breaks in you as she holds her hand out for you.

But the knife is in your hand and you have a mission to complete.

Bucky, Steve, Nat, Tony, Yelena, Shuri and Eddie all raced to Bucky’s apartment. It didn’t take long for Bruce to realize you were gone and for Friday to inform him of your location. The obvious answer as to why you were looking for the kids sat heavy in Bucky’s heart and mind. Had hydra really stooped so low as to have a mother murder her own children? The answer unfortunately was yes. He hoped they could get there in time to stop it. If you went through with it even if it was against your will, Bucky knew you would never forgive yourself. It would crush you and who knows how you would handle it.

They all rush in as they hear Lottie asking if you’re having a sleepover. The best plan of action is for only one or two of them to go in so as to not scare the kids. Bucky opens the door and Steve is right there behind him. The image in front of them lightens the weight on Bucky’s shoulder. You sat in the middle of the bed, Henry tucked into your side and Charlotte on your lap with her head resting on your shoulder. A knife lay on the floor by the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief when you looked up at him. The look of utter confusion on your face as you continued to struggle between what you were doing and what you should be doing.

“Dada, habe seepover.” Lottie pats the space next to you.

Bucky looks over his shoulder to find Steve fighting back tears. He wished it were that easy but he knows it’s not.

“I will in a minute. Can I talk to you out here? Please.” He looks at you.

You look down at the kids, upset that they’ll be upset if you leave them. It was still so strange to you that they provoked such strong emotions and you barely knew them.

“I’ll be back.”

“Don’t go mama. You just came back.” Henry pleads as he holds on to you tighter.

“She’ll be back bubs. We just have to have a grown up talk.”

“I will.”

“Ok.”

You sat Charlotte down on the bed and walked out. The minute the door is closed behind you and you are far enough away from the bedroom there’s a red cloud in your face. As you inhale the substance you feel like you can see for the first time.

Blinking away the fog your head had been in you finally recognized your friends and family. Immediately your legs give out. Bucky is right there holding you and lowering himself to sit on the floor. Tears start flowing freely as you begin to hyperventilate.

“It’s ok Sugar. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” Bucky murmurs but it doesn’t ease your cries. “Just breathe for me. Match my breathing.”

You do as he asks and then turn around to wrap your arms around him. The hug is bone crushing but Bucky doesn’t care. As long as you’re in his arms he’d let you squeeze the life out of him. The others stand around watching as you and Bucky finally reunite after three long and agonizing months. He kisses your temple and reassures you that you’re safe.

“The kids. Oh my god, they want-they wanted m-me t-to hurt them. I almost did. I al-almost hurt my babies.” You cry out.

“Mama?”

You look over Bucky’s shoulder to find Lottie looking at you wide eyed. Henry stood behind her, his hands on her shoulder to keep her close. You moved out of Bucky’s hold to get a better look at them.

“Hi sweet Angel.”

“Mama!” Lottie shrieked as she ran into your open arms. It was really you again. “I missed you mama.” Lottie cried.

“I missed you too, baby.”

You opened your arm for Henry who walked towards you cautiously. His eyes darted from you to Bucky and back.

“Hi my sweet boy.”

It was enough to hear you call him that for Henry’s walls to come tumbling down. His arms loop around your neck and he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he cries. You feel Bucky behind you holding the three of you.

After a while the kids reluctantly get up and so do you. You move to hug your father who had been watching everything unfold.

“Daddy.”

“Hey kitten, I’m so happy you’re home. I knew they’d find you again. You were so strong, you always have been.” He murmurs.

You go down the line hugging and thanking everyone, even meeting Nat’s younger sister who apparently had the serum that helped you out of the hold hydra had in you. Steve is last and you can see his red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. It always surprises you how delicately he can hug you considering how strong he is.

“I missed you.” He whispers.

“I missed you too. Thank you for not giving up and for being there for everyone.”

“We only found you because of my best girl.” Steve says as he pulls away. “She gave us the lead we needed.”

You turned to look for Lottie only to find her next to you. Smiling down at her you pick her up and kiss her cheek.

“Did you find me?”

“Mmhmm, mama I see you. An habe a beefing.”

“My hero.”

“Am A-venguh wike Steebie.”

“You are an Avenger, sweet Angel.” You chuckle.

“I hate to interrupt but we should talk.” Shuri says with an apologetic look.

You just nod but you hate what could possibly happen now.

“I’ll take the kiddos.” Eddie says and opens his arms to Lottie.

She pouts but goes with him.

“I’ll be back sweet Angel.” You turn to see Henry standing by Bucky. “I’ll come back, ok?”

“Ok.”

You give him a smile as tears gather in your lash line.

From the elevator to the hallway and even when you stopped in front of a conference room Bucky kept you tucked into his side. You appreciated the action, everything felt too exposed and unsafe. There was this nerve racking feeling in the pit of your stomach that hydra would be back. That they found drag you back into the hell they’d kept you in and this time they’d get their hands on the kids too.

“You’re safe.” Bucky murmured in your ear.

You hadn’t noticed that you were trembling in fear at the thought. He stops outside of a conference room and pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I can’t begin to imagine what they did.”

“No, I’m sorry about your arm.” You look up at him through wet lashes. “I promised I’d never use my ability against you.”

“Hey, don’t do that. You know it’s not your fault. Besides, Shuri upgraded it.”

“Still…”

“No. Trust me, if you start going down this path you’ll lose yourself down a rabbit hole of what ifs.”

You nod but it wouldn’t be that easy. Now you really understood what Bucky had been through even though he suffered more than you had.

“We are ready for you.” Shuri’s head popped out of a door.

“Let’s go see what they found.”

You nod and let Bucky lead you.

****

In the conference room was the whole team who welcomed you back with open arms. Shuri’s team was also in attendance as well as some Dora Milaje. It made you uncomfortable. There were too many unknown people and you couldn’t focus on what Shuri, Bruce and Helen were trying to explain to you. You kept looking over your shoulder waiting for a blow to come. A taser to find its way to your ribs or even a knife to slice your skin.

“Y/N, did you hear what I said?” Shuri’s concerned voice pulls you back to the present. Everyone was staring at you.

You shrunk back in your seat at all of the attention. Your breathing became shallow and all you could hear was a muffled chorus of voices around you. Rocking back and forth in the chair you were sitting in you began to cry again. Your hands flew up to your ears when everything suddenly became too loud.

Bright blue eyes find yours. Soft pink lips move but you can’t hear the words. One warm and one cold hand cup your face.

“I’ve got you, Sugar.” You finally hear Bucky say. He murmurs reassuring words until you finally calm down.

When you look around almost everyone is gone. Steve, Bruce, Helen, and Shuri remain.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N. You’ve gone through something very difficult. I think this was too much.” Bruce said. “Why don’t we end this here and we can meet tomorrow morning and make a decision then.”

“Decision?”

“Hydra placed some kind of tech in your head.” Shuri says cautiously. “Something like a computer chip.”

“So they can control me?”

“Well we aren’t sure which is why we need to remove them as soon as possible. Take tonight to think about it and we’ll meet tomorrow.”

You nod slowly. Bucky thanks them and helps you up. With his arm around you he escorts you back to the elevator with only Steve by your side. In search of more comfort and grounding yourself you take Steve’s hand. The look in your eyes however is distant and fearful.

Steve and Bucky exchange a worried glance. The reports have been coming in nonstop and Steve has read some of them. It’s made him sick to his stomach the snippets he’s read of how you had been treated.

The three of you made it back to the apartment to the sound of the kids playing with Eddie. It made you smile as you walked into the living room to see both Lottie and Henry on top of Eddie.

“Mama.” Henry got up and ran to you first followed closely by Lottie. They both hug and smile up at you. “You came back.”

“I said I would.”

“Let’s let mama get comfy ok.” Eddie says from the living room. “Do you wanna change first? We can have a movie night if you’d like.”

“I’d really like a shower.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it started for you. We have some pajamas for you and everything.” Bucky kisses your temple and disappears into the master room.

“Go on. We’ll be here when you get out.”

You nod but look at the four of them again and a heaviness sits on your chest. It couldn’t be this easy to be free of hydra. They have to have something else planned.

Steve nudges you in the direction of the room and you head in for a shower. Bucky gives you privacy, something you haven’t had in weeks. Once you’re out and dressed you feel refreshed and you’re starting to feel like yourself. In the bedroom Bucky is waiting for you. He gives you a tired smile, one you return.

You step between his legs and rest your hands on his shoulders. His hands instinctively find your hips and he pulls you closer. Bucky’s hands move from your hips to your lower back as he wraps you in a hug. The both of you stay there for a moment just being wrapped up in each other before going out to the living room.

****

In the living room everyone had found their spots on the couch. Henry and Charlotte sat either beside you or on your lap. Bucky sat on your other side. It had been a long few days for everyone it seems.

As the movie the kids had chosen played on everyone but you fell asleep on the couch. The situation had been stressful and nerve wrecking for everyone and it took a toll. Steve and Eddie who had been sitting side by side were leaning on each other for support as they slept. Bucky’s head was on your shoulder as he snored softly, Lottie was resting against your chest and Henry was leaning into you.

They’re why you had done what you did. The reason you gave yourself up to hydra to keep your family safe. It was a difficult price to pay but you would do it again.

You found it hard to sleep though. Anytime you close your eyes all you see is the hell you’d been in for the last few weeks. It didn’t matter though, you were back with your family and that was like a balm to your aching soul. And for now that was enough.

Ch. 32

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The temperature difference between Scarabia dorm and the school campus should be illegal, in your opinion. To go from dry heat to below freezing point in a matter of seconds could not be good for you. You thought there were fairies here to keep this from happening, so you wouldn't be surprised if any second your beloved and most generous headmaster would pop up and ask you to fix his problems. Time to savour what was left of your peace.

“Make sure you don’t slip,” Jamil spoke next to you, turning to you to check if your scarf was tightly wrapped. Then he extended a hand towards you. “Here, you can hold onto me.”

“So that both of us fall on our asses? Sure,” you laughed, happily intertwining your gloved hands with his. “We could also just turn back and I spent the night over at Scarabia. Grim can fend for himself for a day.”

“As much as I’d like to say yes, I don’t think Kalim can fend for himself for that long,” Jamil sighed. You squeezed his hand reassuringly as your feet crunched over the freshly fallen snow, which made the campus look like a winter wonderland. Except for Ramshackle. Ramshackle somehow appeared even more desolated than the rest of the year.

“I’d put up with him if it means I can spend more time with you,” you said only for Jamil to tug you a little closer.

“No, I want to spend time with you when it’s just the two of us.” The words left his lips before he could think them over, which was very uncharacteristic for him. But he really didn’t want to share you with anyone, like he always had to with everything else he had before. “Ah sorry… That came out a little forcefully.”

“I don’t mind, it’s nice to see you a little selfish from time to time. Especially when it’s with me,” you winked at him. He was about to respond when you stopped and pointed and pointed at his shoes. “Hey, your lace came undone.”

“Huh? Oh, you’re right.” While Jamil bent down to fix it, you crouched down as well, just outside his field of vision. By the time he rose to his feet again, you had already pressed the snow between your hands into a ball. Just as anticipated he turned around to look for you, seeing the snow in your hands. “What the-”

Before he could finish his question, the snowball had already hit him square in the face.

“Jamil, you should have seen your face.” You had a hard time standing, your knees buckling as you curled up with laughter. Then you shrieked as a heap of snow landed in the crook of your neck, the magic pen in your boyfriend’s hand glowing.

“Well, now we match,” he grinned, lifting his hand again to send another burst of snow at you but this time you were prepared and dodged just in the nick of time.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you smirked back, already forming another snowball, “I didn’t know I was going up against a coward. Can’t even throw a bit of snow without magic?”

“I’ll make you eat those words,” Jamil took up your challenge as he pocketed his pen.

Not so surprisingly, Jamil turned out to be fierce competition even without magic, the muscles in his arms apparently not just for show. Unlike normally, he also had no reason to hold back against you to preserve his image, so you hid between tree after tree to shield yourself, firing back just as vigorously. The way leading up to your dorm filled with your child-like laughter and you would freeze this moment in time if you could, exhilarated to see this side of your usually serious boyfriend.

As you rested your back against the cold bark to catch your breath, you planned your next attack, listening to his sounds. When it was eerily quiet, you spied around the tree trunk only to see him nowhere.

A chill ran down the back of your spine. Literally. There was a bout of laughter behind you at your shriek, Jamil having snuck up behind you and bathed your neck in another snowy assault.

“Give up yet?” He grinned at you, taking a step towards you.

“No, never,” you stubbornly responded, only for your world to shift when you stepped on a frozen root hiding under the snow.

You braced yourself for a painful fall which never came. Instead, you landed somewhat softly on a sturdy chest, your hands instinctively having grabbed the front of Jamil’s coat. Your knight in shining armour, who’d quickly spun you around to shield you, groaned a little under you as he adjusted the way he was lying.

“Oh Great Seven, Jamil, are you okay?” You fretted, pushing yourself up a little to push his bangs from his eyes and check the back of his head for a sign of an injury. “Why did you do that? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!”

“So could’ve you,” Jamil chuckled a little breathlessly. His grey eyes showed no sign of pain, only fondness, as he looked up at you and you became aware of his arm draped over your waist. “And unlike me, you can’t cushion your fall with magic. I’m just making good on my promise to protect you, even if it’s from your own clumsiness.”

“How can you be so sweet and so infuriating at the same time?” Without any actual malice, you huffed at his words. Even laying in the snow like this, Jamil looked gorgeous with his dark hair splayed out around him in the white snow, glimmering stars caught in the strands and his breath forming little clouds that hung between you before dissipating. “Still, thank you for saving me.”

You pressed a quick kiss to the cold tip of his nose, relishing in the way his eyes widened for a second before they avoided your gaze, only to return to you at the sound of your laughter. He mumbled something akin to ‘Don’t mention it’ and the warmth curling around your heart was almost enough to warm your entire body.

Almost.

“Perhaps, I should stay in Scarabia after all to dry off,” you chuckled sheepishly as you detangled your limbs from his and pulled him to his feet with you. Patting some of the snow from his back, you let him adjust your scarf again. “No other reason, of course.”

“It might be for the better. Objectively speaking, obviously. Catching a cold would do neither of us any good, after all,” Jamil corroborated your theory, with a pensive face. “The tea and warming food would be far more beneficial than the withered walls of Ramshackle.”

Grinning, you intertwined your hands once more as you headed back the way you came, thanking the snow silently.

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 3)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, arguing, working to exhaustion, hurt/comfort to angst

note: ohoho rising action + sassy shoto

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You spend the weekend texting back and forth with Shoto, with most of the conversation revolving around his Hero Ball appearance. You’d send a design sketched on a coffee shop napkin or an embroidery swatch held up to the light of your apartment with your pajama-clad roommate in the background; initially, he would respond with several messages detailing his thoughts on your idea, but it soon devolved into a one-word acknowledgment followed by a picture of a cat he had seen on patrol, or a flowerbed he found pretty. Eventually, your text chains stopped becoming work-related altogether, replaced by “Look at this cat,” “Have you eaten yet?” and “Let me know when you’re home safe,” and you weren’t sure who’d sent what message first. To date, one of your favorite interactions with him began with a message reading “Can I call you real quick? I have an important question.” Standing in the kitchen prepping dinner, you tuck the phone between your shoulder and your ear.

“Shoto?”

“Hi,” he said softly. It sounded like he was smiling, and imagining the little quirk in the corner of his mouth made your heart feel light.

“What’s going on? Are you safe?”

“I’m fine, I promise. Do you know anything about cats?”

You leaned against the counter, throwing a hand towel over your shoulder as you reached for a spice from the top cabinet. “I mean, my roommate has one, but I don’t take care of it much. Why?”

“There’s a stray outside your office. It looks sad.”

“Oh, poor baby. Does it have a tag?”

There was a slight crunching noise on Shoto’s end and you held back a chuckle as you heard him whisper gentle encouragement for the cat to come closer. “Uh, no. No tag.”

“Okay, do you think you could call someone to bring it somewhere safe, then?”

“Why do you think I called you?” You blinked, dumbfounded. He wanted you to take care of the cat? The realization must have dawned on him at the same time it did for you. “Actually, I’m not sure why I called you.” You couldn’t help laughing as you imagined the puzzled look on his face, head tilted and staring down at some random cat in the alley by your building. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I don’t know why I–” The phone nearly drops from your grip as you panic to keep him on the line.

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. It’s alright. I like listening to your voice.” The last part slips out before you could stop it, and smug pride radiated from the other side of the phone. “Shut up.” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

He gives you that choked laugh and you grin like an idiot, covering your face even though you’re the only one home. “I didn’t say anything.”

“I can hear your stupid smirk.”

“Would you prefer to continue listening to my pleasing voice, then?” He must have left the cat by your office, as the phone picked up a noise that sounded like the blowing wind. You figured he was probably heading home for the night or grabbing dinner.

“I’d prefer you get your head out of your ass and answer my question from earlier,” you quip, pulling a knife from the block and chopping carrots into small chunks.

There’s a moment of silence from Shoto, and you worry that your service is starting to glitch out. “What was the question?”

“If you could come in Monday afternoon so I can measure you real quick for your Hero Ball suit.”

“Does Monday at 1:00 work?”

“Sure, but if I can ask, why so late? You tend to show up around 11:30.”

Oh, he was definitely getting a big ego now. “Do you pay attention to the exact time I arrive?” The chopped carrots aggressively plop into the pot as you all but throw them in at Shoto’s sass.

“Only because you appear at the same time on the dot, like some weirdly programmed cyborg.”

“I assure you I am not a cyborg. But I would like to take you to lunch again on Monday, the same place as Friday.”

“Is that gonna be the first date, then?” Waves of heat brush against your hands as you stir the pot with a wooden spoon.

“Absolutely not. It’s another–”

“Business meeting. Got it.” The spoon clanks against the edge of the pot as you rid it of excess sauce.

“Are you cooking?”

“Mhmm.”

“What’s for dinner?”

“My roommate got these, like, free instant curry packets from work, so I’m trying one of those tonight.”

“Huh. Sounds…interesting.” Your face is hit with hot steam as you pop open the lid to the rice cooker and scoop yourself a serving.

“Are you making fun of me for eating junk food, Shoto?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Responding with ‘interesting’ is a kind way of telling me you don’t approve of my meal choice.”

“Well, that I could have just told you outright.”

“Go away and leave me to my curry.”

“Don’t you mean your processed powder with enough fat to warm the North Pole?”

“I didn’t ask for your sass tonight, Todoroki.” A low hum is all you hear from the other end, and you smirk at your temporary victory of catching Shoto off-guard. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have some very pressing streaming service matters to attend to.”

“For your sake, I hope it tastes good.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You roll your eyes and hang up on him, snuggling into your couch and fighting down the overwhelmingly happy feelings in your chest.

Monday morning, the elevator doors ding at 11:30 exactly, and you can’t help but raise your eyebrows in amusement at him. He’d stopped bringing in parts of his suit for you to fix, and your staff came to expect the sound of the elevator every day like it was part of their routine too. The doors would sound, and your designer would swear under his breath, remarking how late in the morning it was already without looking at the clock.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, just give me one sec. Need to finish this panel.” You glance up at him briefly with an excited look in your eye as you nod over to the sketch of his trenchcoat. Without any direction, his long fingers stretch themselves next to yours as he holds down the template panel you’d been cutting into the sleek black base fabric. Careful to account for seam allowance, you finish the large panel that would come to be the back of the coat.

Lunch is just as easy and comfortable as it was on Friday, and you spend the entire time talking about mundane things that had no connection to your work. It was nice, spending time with him and being allowed to talk about other things besides work. You’d told him how your roommate was speechless that he’d taken you to lunch, and he needlessly corrected you when she said you’d gone on a date with a pro hero.

“I know you don’t consider it a date, but everyone else in society would beg to differ.”

“Let them beg, then. I’m still right.” He sat back and crossed his arms, and it took all your willpower not to stare at the corded muscle pressing out from beneath his suit.

It was much harder, however, a few hours later when you had to run measuring tape on them, close enough to Shoto to smell his rich cologne. He’d agreed to help you keep track of the measurements so you didn’t need to keep running back and forth to your pen and paper. A measurement would come out of your mouth and be repeated like a broken record by Shoto until you’d successfully scribbled it on a Post-It.

All was going well until you had to measure the length from one shoulder to the other. He’d been the model of a perfect listener up until that point, when you were eye-to-eye and close enough to feel each other’s breath. You stutter out some number in inches and briskly walk over to your Post-It note, only to find Shoto frozen and slightly pinker around his high carved cheekbones.

“Shoto? Did you hear me?”

“What? Sorry, I was…distracted.” You huff out a sigh and stand near him again, focusing on trying to read the number ticks and ignoring the way Shoto’s breath had sped up when you were nearer. He was so warm, and the muscle beneath your fingers was so sturdy that you wanted to bite it. You blinked the thought from your mind, trying not to think about being in Shoto’s proximity like this all the time. He wasn’t helping much, either. Unconsciously, his hand brushed up to pick a stray hair from your face and tuck it behind your ear, before clearing his throat and repeating the measurement you announced.

“Perfect. That’s about all I need then if you have any other questions for me?”

“No, I believe that’s it.” You head toward the gate to walk him to the elevator, but you hear him rummage around in his belt for something behind you. “Wait, I almost forgot. These are for you.” He hands you a small box, and upon opening it you’re hit with the enticing aromas of curry, true curry– the kind you get in restaurants, not from a packet your roommate stole from her office. Tiny baggies of turmeric, cumin, garlic, and pepper sat neatly in the box with a card detailing different recipes and how much of each spice to use.

“Shoto, this is– I can’t accept this.”

“Why not?”

“You didn’t need to buy anything for me.”

“I know I didn’t need to, but I wanted to.” You stutter out a thank-you and he gives you that small smile, eyes soft. “I figured that it’s better than what you were making the other night.” It surprised you that he’d remembered such a mundane conversation, much less would buy you something because of it. As he left and shot you that same dumb thumbs-up when the doors closed, your staff gave you knowing looks that you purposefully pretended not to see.

Tuesday sang the same tune, Shoto taking you to lunch and shooting the shit for a needed break, but you’d started staying at work longer and longer into the night to get looks done on time. Though it was efficient to keep working outside of true opening hours, you knew it was getting extreme when both your roommate and your other designer said you look like a ghoul. It wasn’t that you wanted to work yourself to near-exhaustion; it was the only way you could have the pieces ready for Saturday without all of M’s vast resources. Your team was working themselves to the bone, too, and as the one M left in charge, you felt responsible for taking care of whatever they missed.

“Hi, this is the stand-in supervisor for M; please give our office a call at your earliest convenience. Thank you.” You set down the phone and rubbed your eyes, leaning against M’s desk made of ridiculously vibrant bright pink plastic. Wednesday had proved to be chaotically uneventful, and you fought the urge to throw one of M's fake gold plants through the window. M’s office was separated from the rest of the work area, a small room with a closable door for privacy and a soft couch for when she needed “me time.” There were two soft thuds on the door before the other designer peeked his head in.

“Knock knock, your boyfriend’s here.”

You elected to ignore his implication. “What are the chances he brought the food here?”

“Very likely. Take a look.” As the door fully opened, you took in the sight of Shoto in his pro costume carrying a plastic take-out bag. The smell wafted to you and made your empty stomach rumble. It was like he’d read your mind, like he’d known that you couldn’t be pulled away from work for lunch anymore. He was so thoughtfully good.

“Hey,” you say, giving him a tired smile. His eyebrows dip briefly as he takes in the bags under your eyes and your sore voice, but schools his face into blankness as he raises the bag of food.

“I figured you wouldn’t have time for lunch.”

“You figured correctly.”

“Is it alright if I stop by and drop this off, then?”

“You can’t stay?”

“Unfortunately not. My agency is preparing a raid and it took a lot of string pulling to get away for an hour.”

“I appreciate you thinking about me.”

“Of course.” His hands delicately untie the knot of the bag handles, placing separate containers of soup and cold soba noodles on top of each other. “It’s your usual.”

“Thank you, Shoto. I’m really happy you had time to visit.”

“What time do you get off tonight?”

“Technically 5:00–”

“But they’ve been staying later!” Your fellow designer’s voice calls out from behind you, and you resist the urge to scold him for eavesdropping. You give him an incredulous look and are met with nods of sympathy from the rest of your seamstresses.

“I’m fine! It’s not that late, a few hours at most–”

“You texted me at 11:00 last night saying you were finishing up, and you clocked in at 6:40 this morning” his voice called again and you sighed in defeat. Whatever he was doing, he was determined to expose your messed up schedule to Shoto, who was looking at you in a way where you could see the gears in his brain turning.

“I have to go. I’ll see you at 5:00.” His voice almost sounded…frustrated?

“Wait, no–”

“Don’t. It’s not safe for you to go home alone at that time of night, and you look like you need rest.”

Maybe it was the lack of sustenance in your stomach or maybe it was the restless night of sleep you’d had, but your words had more venom laced in them than you ever intended. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. This is my job.”

“And it’s my job to make sure you’re safe. We’re not having this conversation right now.” He turns sharply on his heel, avoiding eye contact with you infuriatingly as you fight back the urge to cry.

For the rest of the day, you isolate yourself and disassociate into your work, running your thumb along fabric edges until it’s red from overuse and then switching to the other thumb. The world becomes white noise while you hand-sew beading, embroider great blue waves, rib corsets, and trim tassels. The quiet goodbyes from your staff run through one ear and out the other, including the apology from your other designer. You merely nodded, refocusing on the flowing ruffles of Pinky’s sleeves.

The elevator dinging is louder when you are the only one in the office, and Shoto’s steps echo through the space as he approaches you, on the ground with your head in your hands as you mentally work through how to add sheer detailing to Dynamight’s jacket that had already been finished days ago. His stylist had finally left your office a message, communicating that Bakugo wanted something more breathable that could show off his muscles. Your face scrunched in dismay at the sudden change in plans, and you’d sat on the floor for ten minutes just imagining how you could pull it off.

“It’s 5:00.” Shoto’s voice is even and patient, with no indication of your earlier confrontation.

“I know,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper as you shake your head.

“I’m gonna take you home.”

“I know.” You finally look up to see his hand stretched out to you, helping you off the floor and allowing your hand to rest on his arm as he walks you out. The walk to your apartment is mostly silent, and you let your eyes take in the fading lights of the sunset, and how they reflected off Shoto’s face and hair.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier,” you say as you approach your apartment complex.

“It’s alright. I’m just worried about you. Like it or not, it’s my job to keep you safe; mentally, physically, emotionally, anything.” Despite your exhaustion, your heart still flutters at his concern. “Can I ask why you’re so worried about the ball, anyway? What you’ve created for me and everyone else is awe-inspiring.”

You give him a wry smile. “I appreciate your appreciation, but I truly thought this year was finally gonna be the year I split off from M since I’m designing most of her stuff anyway. But I’m scared that if I form my own company, all our clients will stay with M because she’s a more established brand.”

“You have me.” He stops, turning to look at you on the sidewalk outside of your building.

“Thanks, Shoto, but I–”

“I’ll tell my friends to work with you, too.”

“No, wait, you don’t need to do that–”

“I know I don’t. But I want to.” You laugh in disbelief at his childish insistence, and his mouth quirks in that way you’d fallen in love with. You’d fallen in love with him.

“You know, you’re really stubborn sometimes.”

“I’m not stubborn; I just get what I want.” His eyes flick down to your lips and his fingers brush another stray hair from your face, gently tucking it behind your ear. Delirious, you unapologetically scanned his face, committing it to memory. You could tell he was doing the same to yours. Tension stretched between you two the longer you stayed there, unmoving on the sidewalk. There was an urgent need in your heart to kiss him, hold him close until you fell asleep with nothing to worry about but each other.

But, that isn’t how life works.

An alarm sounded from his phone in his back pocket, and he looked back up at you regretfully. He opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it.

“Go. It’s okay.” Your hand gently caresses the side of his face, running your thumb over his scar. It was like his body was torn between staying with you and rushing to whatever emergency was happening. “I’m okay,” you assure him, sticking your thumb up encouragingly. What began as an embarrassing reminder of your first meeting had evolved into a secret joke between you and Shoto, guaranteed to make both of you smile and feel better every time. Without another word, he takes off down the street, ice blowing a frigid wind in his wake. You fall onto the couch in your apartment and cover your eyes with your forearm, finally processing that you could be considered close friends maybe even more with a pro hero.

But Shoto doesn’t come in at 11:30 on Thursday.

Shoto doesn’t walk you home at 5:00.

Shoto doesn’t answer any of your calls or messages at any point during that day.

Shoto doesn’t see you crumple to your knees when you read the headline on TV:

“Pro Hero Shoto: Missing, Presumed Dead.”

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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9th doctor x reader - snow time

I wanted to request a platonic Doctor who x reader with the 9th doctor, and maybe Rose and Jack if you could fit them in the background. I was thinking a fluffy fic where while on a winter planet Reader starts a snowball fight and its just fluffy winter shenanigans! - Anon💜

One thing the doctor noticed since travelling with you along with Rose was that you never asked to go anywhere specific.

You seemed pretty content with just the travelling, exploring and seeing new things.

Where as Rose was all over new planets and aliens and danger, you were the opposite.

You weren’t too bothered by the aliens, and you did everything he told you to when confronted with danger. But it was the planets themselves you seemed to love.

The plant life.

The animals.

The skies.

The seasons.

You loved them all.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned your attention to the time lord, giving him a small smile as you set your book aside, moving your legs so he could sit down.

“If you could go anywhere where would you go?” He asked you.

You hummed a little, shrugging your shoulders.

“Everywhere has its own beauty.”

“True, but any planet, what kind of planet would you like to see?”

“I really like snow.”

You beamed a little at him, picking your book up once more.

The doctor blinked, staring at you as an idea formulated in his mind. You never told him what planet you would go to.

But you did give him something to work off.

Running to the door, he looked around outside.

“Rose get in here!” He yelled.

She came rushing in and he slammed the door shut, rushing to the console.

“What’s wrong?” Rose asked.

“Nothing, we’re going somewhere.” He beamed.

While she asked him questions he refused to answer, you carried on reading your book, choosing to ignore the pair of them.

You didn’t bother to get up when the TARDIS stopped, but when the doctor threw your jacket at you, you finally stopped reading.

“What about it?” You asked.

“Put it on and come on!” He grinned.

You laughed slightly, standing up to pull your jacket on and you and Rose followed him to the door, sharing a look of confusion.

“Behold!”

The doctor threw the doors open.

“The planet made of snow!”

You gasped, immediately looking up to him.

“Is it safe?!”

“Absolutely!”

You ran out into the snow, listening to the crunching of the snow under your feet as you did.

You loved this.

The frostiness of your breath when you breathed out, the grey of the sky, the gentle falling of snowflakes all around, sitting softly on everything it touched.

You were too busy running around in the snow to notice anything else round you.

So when you all but ran into someone you yelped, falling into the snow.

“Well I’ve never seen you so hyper.”

“Hey captain.” You smiled.

Jack held his hands out to you, helping you back on to your feet.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes, kicking some snow up at him.

“Doctor is by the TARDIS I think.”

He grinned and moved around you so he could go talk to the doctor.

You on the other hand occupied yourself with building a snowman.

It took some time, but when you were done you started looking for something else to do, absentmindedly making a snowball.

Turning to the TARDIS, you found the doctor with his back towards you, and you looked at your hand.

“You wouldn’t.” Rose said quietly.

“I absolutely would.”

You carefully moved forward, and when you were close enough you aimed and threw the ball of snow.

Everybody went quiet as it collided with the doctors head, exploding into smaller snowflakes once more.

“We’re really playing that game Huh?”

He turned round, picking up a some snow and making it into a ball.

You thought he was going to throw it at you, but instead he threw it backwards hitting Jack, making you and Rose laugh.

In returned Jack threw one back at the doctor, and it turned into an all out snowball fight.

It was you and the doctor against Rose and Jake, and luckily for the doctor you loved throwing snowballs.

It was a game full of laughed and taunting, and for once you could all relax, not having to worry about a single thing

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The Priest

Ishida posted another winter play backstory for Kai's birthday (Sept. 23rd). It was a bit late but worth it because it's quite long and gives us a lot of new insight. I've included the new art and the BGM link from the original post. It's worth noting that this is the only post so far where Ishida and Towada seem to have a split in how they interpret the character (more on that at the end). I did my best as a fan to translate the posts from both of them. End of Jack Jeanne winter play spoilers.

Upon getting into bed and becoming drowsy, Sounds are heard approaching. The sounds of soldiers' boots.

The sounds of trampling and splitting lifeless bones, Destroying the mellow Neshiromi fragrance. Boats being consumed by the sea release piercing shrieks. Angels spilling tears of blood call out the names of their mothers. Wings of pure white grew out of the man's back.

The man carried guns and swords in his hands. On his chest was an iron badge.

He pulled the trigger like a broken doll And was rapidly swallowed up into a boundless sky. Wanting to see that far-away view, the man continued to pull the trigger.

As the man ascended up to the sky, he could see all the way to the other side of the mountains.

Suddenly, the feathers were plucked from his shoulders, Turning upside down, the man hurtled downward at intense speed as he screamed at the top of his lungs. After being violently pounded into the land of lead, The shock of being broken into pieces severed the thread of drowsiness. This repeated until morning. Every day, this repeated.

The man had always longed for a dreamless sleep, But it was never granted to him.

He opened the Bible. He gazed at it in the dim light as the morning sun was just showing its face.

The man could not read the words. Possibly due to the ball of lead lodged in his head. Before that, he read it through multiple times, but never understood the meaning. However, there was assuredly something good written there.

All he could do was gaze upon the letters as if they were orderly arranged worm carcasses, Yet the man's heart was able to calm just a little. And in this way, it began to tame him.

When the sun rose, like a corpse strung together with thread, He plodded towards the confessional.

The man liked to hear the repentances of others.

Hearing another's sins made his heart dance. If others regretted their sins, he thought that even humans were not things to be thrown away.

If others were rebuked of sin, even the anger could be felt inside.

He felt he did not have faith and that he was a sinner, But as he took on this priest-like role, the line to the confessional never ended. This city had been utterly choked by sin.

Lending his ear to people just like a wall, He listened intently and added the appropriate words.

Afterwards, everyone would head home satisfied. If they were led to believe that this wall had a heart, They didn't seem to mind that they were undoubtedly talking to a wall.

The confessional booth was a garbage can. Sins were garbage. Every person here came to throw away their waste. It would pile up for a few days until they came to throw it out again so they could face tomorrow anew. To the man, this trash was of great importance.

For him, the sins of others were an anesthetic for the spirit. Confessions were like Mama's burnt cookies. He crunched upon them greedily. He continued like this until he was finally full, Expectant that maybe then he could sleep peacefully. The man had become a wall and continued listening to confessions day after day. But the man was never able to sleep.

"In the end, the body is the coffin of the soul. No matter how far I go I will never be able to escape myself. My soul is held captive by my body And they can never separate. Until death.

I am afraid. My body is afraid of my heart. It is truly fearsome.

I can't escape from my own life. What on earth is this?!

My soot-stained soul makes my flesh ache. My body has regrettably been dragged along by my heart.

To eternally endure life as this sort of human, All I can do is abandon myself.

Catching small amounts of sleep, but only ever that. Even so, it allowed me to glimpse the world outside of this prison.

Certainly, in the beginning, the one torturing my heart Was me. This thing known as the heart seems to bear a truly horrific seed Which is why punishments are enforced.

It was what no longer allowed me to sleep, What granted this horrendous pain in my head. And even yet, the feelings in my heart will never be cleared in all of eternity. Please, enough already! Can you not forgive me?"

Neji's note) The priest is Havenna itself. He is a symbol of Havenna. His fall into depravity at the end shows him becoming more like Havenna itself.

(Ishida's note) What's written above is Ishida's interpretation. By the way, when I asked about Towada's interpretation of the priest She said a number of things but overall She thought back fondly on the cabbage patch kids it seemed. Well, that's what I think. What do you all think?

[After this, Towada tweeted this cryptic post about the cabbage patch kids. It's unclear who is speaking in it since most of it is phrased like how you'd write a warning on a sign. Ishida retweeted this just saying "O Rama Havenna"]

/Do not apply religious faith to the physical human form /Do not attempt to understand faith /At the moment of understanding, it will be bitten off by cruelty and degraded until it is only something to chew on /After that, it can never return to its original form /Do not touch that desire named 'understanding' /That person has no front and no back /Can you simply just love and kiss the cabbage patch kids? /O Rama Havenna

#jack jeanne #jackjeanne #sui ishida #shin towada #translation #this is gonna rot in my brain until the end of time

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player: Rúben Dias words: 708 request: Ruben Dias - she / her - 250 - 500 - Reader goes on a date with Ruben. They barely step outside before they get sidetracked by the snow and they end up having a snowball fight.

“You didn’t have to pick me up, I could have walked.” she says as she fixes her scarf into place. Rúben stands with his hands stuffed into pockets as he watches her preen. It’s their third date and so far, everything is going well. Better than well, because even though neither of them have said it outloud, they’re both incredibly optimistic about this.

Text messages are exchanged throughout the day, some days from the minute they’re both awake until they go to sleep, and other days it’s fleeting moments when things get a little hectic. Both understand that life gets in the way, and she understands more than anyone that life as a professional athlete is more complicated than the everyday person’s.

“In this? Absolutely not,” he replies, watching as she gives a final spritz of perfume to her scarf and turns to look at him. “You’ll slip if you go out there,” he adds.

“And I’ve seen enough cars not make it off this street before thanks to snow storms. You might end up being stuck here and then what will you do for training?.”

“Pep doesn’t let us get out of it that easy.”

“That I believe. Shall we go?” She asks and he gives a little nod and steps aside so that he can open the door. The moment it opened, the cold wind swept in. Snow always brings a different kind of coldness, it doesn’t feel as harsh and yet there’s a bite that you don't get with any other weather. The sheer whiteness is blinding and makes her blink more than a few times to try and adjust her eyes.

Already the tracks Rúben has made in order to pull up onto the driveway have been covered - same with the footsteps he’d made from the car to the front door. There’s a difference in snow height where the undisturbed snow remains slowly building its size with each individual snowflake and where it’s rebuilding. There’s soft crunches where each of his new footprints are.

He begins to turn now to say something to her, only to get a flurry of snow bounce from his shoulder and fall to the floor in front of him. Rúben hesitates, not sure what’s happening until he hears her chuckle and finds her stooped over, hands now slightly icy with flecks on the cuff of her coat.

“Oh, oh I see.” He nods and scuffs his feet a little on the floor. “I see how it is.” he nods a little bit more as though he’s trying to work out why she’s done this. Her fleeting moment of happiness is beginning to ebb away as shame takes its place.

“Rúben…Rúben I’m so sor-” she stops quickly as he bends, scooping handfuls together and begins to ball it together in his palms. She knows what’s coming and panics. Her bag slips from her shoulder and she scrambles away from the spot, leaving the bag behind but not before she feels the splat of the snowball on her coat as he aims it at her side. The action makes her squeak as she tries to fill her hands with the cold white powdery stuff.

“Why are you doing this? We’re going to be late.” Rúben states, but he’s doing the same thing, forming yet another snowball within his hands and rounding it off as much as he can. The smoothness of the crust is now thanks to a light layer of ice but it doesn’t stop him turning it within his hands as he watches where she’s hovering, only strengthening it further.

“We really should be on our way.” she agrees, rounding her own off. The two of them waiver slightly as they debate when the best time to throw them would be. Flurries continue to fall, coating Rúben’s hair, making him look as though he’s stepped onto the set of a Hallmark movie. In truth, he looked stunning and she almost, almost, felt bad for throwing the first snowball.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asks, but it’s more of a warning than a question.

“I wouldn’t have thrown the first one if I wasn’t prepared to go hard.”

“Remember who started this baby. Just remember.”

#ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias x you #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias drabble #football imagine #football blurb #football drabble #football one shot #football fanfic #footballer one shot #footballer imagine #footballer drabble #footballer blurb

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 24

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

|| Word Count: 8,198

Author's note: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while but I hope this chapter will make it up! I just have to say it again... I missed you all sooo much!

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 24

Elvis’ POV

Leaves and twigs crunched under my boots as I walked through the freshly cut green grass, my index finger held tightly by a little boy with bright blond hair. He looked up at me with a beaming toothy smile, his ocean blue eyes shinning brilliantly under the harsh Memphis sun. I could feel this immense love radiating towards this little boy like he was my everything.

“Momma!” He yelled, letting go of my finger and ran ahead of me.

I looked up to see the love of my life in the distance sitting under our tree. The tree where we always sat under at Graceland.

Jess looked up from where she sat on the blanket and smiled softly at us. Butterflies erupted in my stomach seeing her sitting there with her belly prodding out. She was dressed in a white sundress, leaning back on the palms of her hands. Her dark hair glided gently with the light breeze in the air. She looked like a goddess in a white dress and swollen full with my second child.

“Woah buddy!” I laughed, running after him and pulled him up in my arms when he launched himself at Jess “Careful! You’ll hurt baby sister.”

“Sowwy Daddy.” He pouted adorably.

“Aww.” Jess cooed.

“It’s okay.” I chuckled and kissed his head before gently placing him back on the ground. He walked forward and hugged Jess, without throwing himself on her stomach this time. Jess hugged him back, grinning and kissed his head before he took off running when he saw his ball in the distance.

“Hi beautiful.” I grinned down at her.

“Hi handsome.” She sighed, smiling softly. She looked tired and ready to give birth any day now but still as beautiful as ever.

I bent down and captured her lips with mine. I hummed against her super soft, swollen lips. I pulled away and sat behind her letting her lean back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her enormous stomach and rubbed it tenderly.

“I love you.” I whispered in her ear. She shivered slightly from my breathe tickling the shell of her ear.

“Hmm. I love you too, Elvis.” She replied leaning her head on my shoulder “I can't wait till this baby is out.”

“I know, baby.” I chuckled and kissed her temple, both of us looking at our mini me running around with his ball.

My perfect little family and I couldn’t wait till baby girl would get here. I wanted a little Jess running around, she’d be spoiled rotten that’s for sure.

I blinked awake in my hotel room. I turned my head and looked at the alarm clock placed on the bedside table that indicated I had slept for two hours only. I forgot to pack my pills that Dr. Nick supplied me with and I dreaded the days to come without them or Jess, I know I won’t be getting any sleep.

This dream has haunted me ever since Jess left. I hate the sadness that creeps onto my chest when I would wake up and realize that that recurring dream was not my reality. In reality, I had just gotten to New York and Jess refused to talk to me. This dream should've been a clear cut sign that we’re meant to be together but I was stubborn and thought I was doing what's best for her.

Everyday I would mourn this dream, mourn that life. Me and Jess, together with kids. I never realized how much I wanted kids until I got together with Jess and I can’t imagine having them with anyone else.

Yesterday did not go as planned. I got there with a plan to win her back and ended up having a panic attack because I thought she had moved on. It broke me to think of her with someone else, happy. I wanted her to be happy but selfishly I wanted her to be happy with me and only me.

When she held me and helped me with my panic attack, for the first time in two months I felt like I was breathing again, like the past two months I was suffocating without her. Having her so close felt like a breath of fresh air. It felt like I was whole again. Like I was a shell of a person and my soul had finally returned to my body.

I stayed afterwards just to see if she really had more people in her place. They seemed genuinely nice and good for her as friends, plus they were gushing about her as they walked out of the building so that made me like them even more. I was happy that she had people here.

“Yes, Elvis. I want to forget we ever happened.”

“In fact I want to erase the past two years out of my memory.”

Those words were on a constant repeat, I refused to believe her. Not after what Grace told me but still when she uttered them my heart shattered in pieces and I just wanted to cry right then and there.

I could see the tears in her eyes when she said them, I wanted to rush over to her and just hug her tight, tell her how much I love her and how sorry I am. I hated seeing Jess cry, I hated that those tears were because of me. I hated myself.

We were standing there under the illuminating full moon, both with tears in our eyes, love pouring out of us but not being able to be with one another because I’m an idiot. I don't know how to be in relationship, I screw everything up however, I’ll be damned if I let her slip through my fingers.

Since she wouldn't talk to me I planned to stand outside her place until she’s ready to talk. I’m not giving up. Ever. The first morning also didn't go as planned, she threw the cup of coffee I got her in the trash and walked away from me so I decided to go bigger.

Flowers! Who doesn't love flowers? Girls are crazy about them, so that’s what I did.

First, I contacted Jess’ super and asked him if he can meet me at Jess’ apartment in a few hours. I told him I’m her boyfriend and I lost my keys.

Second, I went to my hotel’s front desk (I was staying there under a fake name but I think they recognize me because they sent up a bottle of champagne and chocolates to my room when I checked in) and asked them for the best flower shop in the city.

It was quiet a trip since Jess didn't live in the best area, it didn't have the best shops.

I got 12 different vases filled with sunflowers, Jess’ favorite flowers and paid one of the guys to help me lug them into Jess’ apartment. I ended up roping her Super in helping us set up flowers around her apartment.

How romantic is this? Very. It will leave her pussy pulsating for me that’s for sure.

After I thanked the guys for helping me I scoured the apartment for any evidence that a guy has been staying here. First step was the bedside tables, one was empty and one had all of Jess’ stuff so so far so good. Then I checked the bathroom for any male products, shampoo, shaving creams etc. Clear, thank god.

This plan ended up backfiring, she was mad that I broke into her apartment and ended up tossing one of the bouquets at me.

I need a new plan.

I didn't get why she got mad about the apartment, I’ve seen her naked more times than I can count. We didn't keep anything from each other and she lived in my room for months so I’m not really invading her privacy.

If I’m not thinking about ways to get Jess back, the guys back in Memphis keep calling me. What I didn’t expect was for Dad to find out where I am. Someone’s about to get fired once I find out who told him.

“Elvis. You’ve got to come back to Memphis.”

“How did you find out where I am?” I asked, frowning.

“Credit card charges.” Dad replied.

Shit. I did not think of that.

“I’m not coming back.” I replied, running my free hand through my hair. I was laying in bed waiting for when Jess gets back from work so that I can go bother her a bit.

“Son, you signed a bunch of contracts agreeing to perform. If you don’t then we’ll be sued.”

“Then let’em sue me.” I rolled my eyes. I didn't give a shit, my biggest mission right now was getting Jess back.

I think food is the way to go, Jess loves her food. My little foodie. I smiled as I grabbed her some coffee and stood outside her apartment. I checked my watch because she always walked out at 7:00AM on the dot. It was now 7:01. Weird.

Just as I checked my watch again she came rushing out dressed in a pencil skirt, a blouse and a suit jacket. She looked so hot, like a sexy librarian.

I got to walk her to work and she even drank the coffee I got her which made me feel giddy. I was also checking out her ass the entire time, the skirt was perfectly tight. I hoped no one from work checks out her ass.

We were headed on the right track, she was talking to me.

Joe Esposito called me a few days after my dad called me.

“E.P!”

“Hey Joe.” I replied.

“What the hell did you say to your dad? He’s pissed and so is the Colonel.”

“I just told him I’m not coming back anytime soon.” I replied.

“It’s been a week EP. That’s the longest we haven’t seen you recently.” Joe replied “Look I know you took it hard when Jess left but everyone is lost without you.”

“Joe.” I sighed and ran a hand through my hair “I feel lost without her. I’ve put everyone else first all the time. I’m doing this for me.”

Joe was quiet for a while “You two do belong together. I hope you two find the happiness you both deserve.”

“Thanks Joe.” I replied.

Everyone knows Jess got a job in New York and now I guess everyone knows I’m in New York so Joe probably put two and two together.

I decided to call her Super up again to open the door to her apartment. This time I decided to create two copies of her keys just for me. I made sure to bring all of her cowboy hats and boots I got her for Christmas and placed them in her living room before I walked into her bedroom and shoved a photo of us back in Hawaii on the mirror. If she removes it then she’ll see the note behind.

Best day ever with the love of my life. 12/01/1972.

Once I made those copies I always double checked that she locked her door properly, she lived in kind of a shitty area. There were some sketchy people who would walk past her building. I smiled proudly every time her door was properly locked with the deadbolt.

Good girl.

On her day off we went for a walk in central park and she actually laughed and smiled. Every time I heard her laugh I could feel my heart flutter at the sound. When I dropped her off at the apartment words just flew out of my mouth without even thinking. I told her that I was gonna get her back and I was gonna marry her which in turn made her mad at me. Or was she sad? I saw a hint of tears in her eyes before she pushed the door to her building open and rushed in without saying a single word.

I thought girls loved hearing those words, maybe she wasn’t in love with me as Grace said.

She continued to ignore me after that and didn't even acknowledge my existence. I was starting to miss her. I tried everything. That entire week I tried bribing her with cookies, coffee, banana bread, chocolate, cake etc. Nothing worked.

I missed her so much that one night when I was checking that her door was locked, I noticed that the deadbolt wasn't attached properly, so I took that as an opportunity to see her. I slowly walked into her apartment and headed towards her bedroom. Gently, I pushed the door to her bedroom open and tiptoed to her side of the bed. I looked down at her and longed to be asleep by her side. Longed to be cuddled up next to her. Longed to kiss her good night and play with her soft hair.

How can someone be this beautiful as she snored softly. I slowly reached for her cheek and caressed her softly, not wanting to wake her up but she did. And boy was she mad.

It seems like all my plans end up backfiring and I only made her angrier. I was shit at asking for forgiveness.

She continued to ignore me until I had the genius idea to get her McDonald’s. Her favorite. I know Jess and I know she can’t say no to McDonald’s. It was pouring rain when she got back, she took the food from me and went inside. Jess took pity on me and decided to invite me in.

My heart was racing as I ran up the stairs, taking them two steps at a time.

I’m gonna kiss her. I’m gonna kiss her. I’m gonna kiss her.

Every day since I got to New York I was waiting for the chance to kiss her but I didn’t want her to slap me or get mad at me.

I needed to calm down, I don’t want to get kicked out as soon as I enter the apartment.

I walked in once Jess opened the door, my knee shaking as if I was on stage again. Her cheeks were slightly flushed probably from the steaming hot showers she always took. Her hair was still wet and she was dressed in a bathrobe. I was hoping she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

I cupped my knee once I sat down on the couch to keep it from shaking.

I needed to feel her lips on mine. I missed them. I needed her scent to take over all my senses as I do. I gulped anxiously. Would I be able to make a move? Would she kiss me back if I do?

We sat together and ate, silence then took over. I felt like that was an opening for me to start apologizing for ruining us. That’s when Jess started crying. Tears quickly weld up in my eyes and the feeling of hurt shattered the pieces of my already broken heart because I hated seeing her cry.

I gulped, blinking back my own tears and reached for her. I cupped her soft, wet cheeks and kissed the tears away. I loved being able to be this close to her once again. My heart swelled when she didn't pull back or push me away.

I inched towards her lips, staring directly into her green eyes. My beautiful green eyed girl. Those green eyes that I wanted to stare at for the rest of my life, those eyes that captured my heart the moment they held my blue ones. The green in her eyes were intensified by the redness surrounding them from crying.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked her with my stomach in my throat and tears in my eyes. What if she says no, what if she pushes me away? I wanted to just feel her lips even for a second.

She nodded, her lips in a pout. My heart soared but I was still holding my breath as I brushed my lips on hers. I kissed her gently and slowly as if any fast movement would spook her “I missed your lips.” I sighed against her lips, finally being able to breathe.

She’s my breath of fresh air. I can finally breathe again, like I was suffocating for months without her.

I still can’t believe how fast and hard I fell for this girl. I can’t believe I’m willing to sacrifice everything I’ve built for her and I couldn’t give a crap about it either. Because two months without her was miserable, I can’t imagine a lifetime.

I needed her to take me back. I needed to see her as my wife. I needed to see her be the mother of my kids. And I needed to grow old with her by my side.

She wanted me to keep kissing her, she didn't want me to stop and I definitely did not want to stop so I slowly tugged on her bathrobe belt and untied it. Blood rushed down as soon as I saw that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her robe.

“Oh lord.” I whispered. I paused taking her all in and threw a quick prayer to all her glory.

Jess gripped my shirt and pulled me down to continue kissing me.

I kissed down her neck, inhaling her sweet, freshly showered scent. I bit on her neck and sucked on it. She moaned as I bit her shoulder. She’s probably going to be so mad once she sees the marks I made on her body, remembering her pinching me when I tried to give her a hickey. Oh how I missed those days. Being within a few feet away from her at all times and now I’m nowhere near to her, nowhere near to her heart.

In the meantime Jess was eagerly unbuttoning my pants.

I was finally home. Inside her. My home. I couldn't help but cry once again as I thrusted in her. This felt like a dream, it felt unreal that we were in this position which we’ve been in hundreds of times before but both of us silently crying. Tears streaming down both our faces with lust, sadness and heartbreak. It felt overwhelming. I did not close my eyes for a second, scared I would wake up and this would be another dream. She did look like a dream withering underneath me. Her bright green eyes on mine the entire time like she also couldn’t believe I was here either.

I collapsed on top of her, placing my head on her chest like I did every night when I slept with her. Her heart was pounding underneath my ear and it felt comforting to hear the steady beat of her heart. My favorite sleeping position, in her arms. I squeezed my eyes shut when she wrapped her arms around me.

I moved my head and placed my chin on her chest “I lo-“ I wanted to tell her how much I loved her but she quickly placed her palm over my lips, stopping me from saying the words out loud.

“Don’t.” Jess replied and that was when we finally spoke about everything and my heart broke all over again when she said she needed to think especially after I told her how I felt and what went on, that I never meant those stupid words.

I told her that I love her and she said it back in past tense.

“All I did was love you.”

It broke my heart seeing her so heartbroken as she said those words.

This can’t be it. She’ll take me back, I know she will even if it takes her weeks, months or years.

Jess’ POV

I cried the whole night after Elvis left. I wasn’t planning on kissing him let alone having full blown sex on my couch. But the things he said, his reasons for breaking my heart confused me. On one hand my heart swelled that he did this out of love and his genuine selflessness for wanting me to achieve my dreams.

He loved me.

He said he loves me.

How am I supposed to let him go now? It was already hard enough but now knowing his reasons and knowing that he loved me the entire time sent my heart and mind to battle.

“I’ll follow you to wherever it is you want to go to because you’re my home, Jess.” Elvis said as he left.

I’m his home. That made me ball my eyes out even more knowing that I provided that comfort to him as he did to me. I always felt safe, loved and at peace when I was in his arms or really him in my arms since he always loved to sleep on top of me with his head on my chest. I was now realizing just how much he loved me, I was so stupid to doubt it. I was so stupid to think it was one sided. We loved each other so much that we were willing to gut our own hearts to give the other person an ounce of happiness.

I got myself up from crying on the floor by the kitchen and went to shower once again, the sun was already starting to peak through. I needed to wash Elvis’ scent off and the stickiness that remained on my thighs.

After showering once again and getting into some comfy pjs I headed to bed, my head pounded from all the crying. I think I might have taken a time machine back to two months ago when I had just arrived to New York with the amount of crying I cried last night. I wanted to give him a second chance, I know he’s really bad at relationships so I was scared to get hurt once again.

I tossed and turned in bed and eventually gave up and got up to make myself some coffee instead. I cleaned up the leftover wrappers from the McDonald’s we had and cleaned around the apartment in my pjs. Then I went over to organize my vanity but nothing would keep Elvis out of my mind especially when I walked over to my vanity and spotted the picture he had hung up on my mirror of him and I kissing in Hawaii.

I sighed and for the first time ever I pulled the picture off. Not to throw it away but to take a closer look at us. I held it in my hands and frowned down at the picture. Oh who am I kidding I love this man so much. I gulped and willed myself not to cry again.

I threw the picture on top of my vanity upside down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw writing in black. I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed the pictures again reading the writing that was in Elvis’ handwriting.

Best day ever with the love of my life. 12/01/1972.

Here come the tears again. I placed the picture on my chest and clenched my eyes shut. He said I’m the love of his life and that was another hit to my heart because I know he’s mine. I don’t think I’ll ever love someone the way I love Elvis. My heart beats for this man. My fear was the only thing stopping me from sprinting over to his hotel and taking him back and kissing the crap outta him.

The sun was fully out by now it was almost 10AM. I peeked through my window, my heart hammering in my chest because for a split second I was afraid he wasn’t going to be there, that he might have given up. As I peeked I spotted Elvis taking his usual spot, leaning against the lamppost with a takeaway coffee cup in his hand. He had just gotten there and I hoped he at least got some sleep.

Screw my mind I needed to be around him, I wasn’t about to take him back but I just craved to be close to him right now.

I quickly headed for my closet and threw on a white sundress and a matching white headband with my black converse. I gulped the rest of my coffee and jogged down the stairs.

As I pushed the door open, Elvis looked up and smiled softly. I smiled timidly back and walked towards him.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” He smiled bigger, his eyes scanning me head to toe “I don’t know why I never told you this but I fucking love it when you wear a sundress and a headband.”

I could feel a blush creeping up on my cheeks “Thanks.”

Seeing me blush made his smile transform into a full grin.

“Did you get any sleep?” I asked, taking in his face. He certainly did not. His eyes were bloodshot and he had bag underneath his eyes.

He shook his head no.

“Do you wanna go get breakfast at this little spot down the road?” I asked him.

“You wanna have breakfast with me?” He asked quietly, I bet he was confused about us moving forward after the conversation we had last night.

“Yeah.” I shrugged “I missed you.” I whispered.

“I missed you too.” He replied.

We sat down at one of the tables that were on the sidewalk since it was sunny unlike last night when it was pouring rain. The waitress brought over the menus and placed them in front of us and poured coffee into our mugs. She smiled and then frowned looking at Elvis.

“I’m sorry… are you Elvis Presley?” She asked, stuttering slightly, getting nervous to be around Elvis.

“Ah. No, I’m from New Jersey actually and I get that all the time.” Elvis said using a New York accent as opposed to his country accent.

I picked up the coffee mug to hide the smile that was spreading on my face. I wanted to laugh at him trying to do a New York accent.

“Oh.” The waitress shook her head and chuckled “I’m sorry but you do look a lot like him.”

“I know!” Elvis chuckled “That’s how I got my girlfriend over here.”

I chuckled and lowered my mug back onto the table “Oh yeah. I had the biggest crush on Elvis Presley and when a new guy joined my workplace and when he looked just like Elvis, I just had to make the first move.” I said, wanting to laugh.

“She was all over me.” Elvis grinned wiggling his eyebrows at me “Kept asking me out until I caved and said yes.”

“Hmm.” I grinned “Now you can’t live without me.”

He shook his head “No, I can’t.” He said softly, dropping the act.

“Well, you make a cute couple. Let me know once you’re ready.” The waitress smiled softly and left our table.

“Out of all the places you chose to be from, you chose New Jersey?” I chuckled.

Elvis shrugged “I have no idea, I panicked!” he laughed.

“And that accent.” I said and started laughing.

“Hey! My accent was great!” He starts laughing with me.

I wiped the tears that escaped from laughing “It was, it was.” I lied.

“Don’t lie to me now!”

I got a breakfast burrito while he got a Spanish omelet as always.

“Your burrito looks good.” He said after he finished his eggs.

I wiped my mouth with a napkin “It’s delicious, you wanna have a bite?”

He looked like a shy little kid asking for food, it was so cute. He nodded.

I picked up the burrito and was handing it to him but instead of taking it from my hand he moved his head closer.

Oh he wanted me to feed it to him?

I edged closer in my chair and he took a big bite from the burrito that was still in my hand.

“Hmm.” He nodded, liking it but then he frowned.

“What?” I asked him, placing the burrito back on my plate.

“There’s something mushy.” He replied with his mouth full.

“Oh that’s just the avocado.”

“Oh.” He replied and continued chewing. He hated certain textures of food but he liked the burrito so much he ordered one for himself.

We just randomly started walking around in silence, not really talking about anything specific. Definitely not talking about what happened last night. Not us having sex and not about the confessions we made to one another.

“Flower for your lady?” An older man with a bouquet of flowers walked by selling red roses.

“Yes, I’ll have one.” Elvis smiled.

“Ah, no need.” I grabbed Elvis’ arm shaking my head “I think I got a lifetime of flowers from you.” I told him pointedly, reminding him of the amount of flowers he got me.

“One more wouldn’t hurt.” The man replied, grinning.

I smiled and reached into my pocket and pulled out a dollar, handing it to the man and taking a rose from him before giving it to Elvis “Here. From me to you.”

Elvis grinned taking the rose from my hand “I’ve never actually received flowers before.”

“Even men should receive flowers.” The man said, tipped his head and left.

“Now I know why girls love getting flowers.” Elvis said as we continued walking.

I smiled softly fighting every instinct to reach over to kiss his cheek.

We walked towards the park and by then it was already noon. We sat under one of the trees and I could feel one of us wanting to talk about what happened and where do we go from there. I was scared to have this conversation but how long till Elvis has to leave, I don’t believe he’ll be here forever and I don’t want him to halt his entire life just to wait for me.

“We need to talk about last night.” I said in a low voice hoping he wouldn't hear me but he was sitting right next to me so he obviously heard me.

“Yeah.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Where do we go from here?” I asked looking out at the lake.

“I don’t know Jess. It’s up to you.” He replied “But I do know is that you’re my best friend and the love of my life and I’m so sorry it took me losing you to actually tell you how I feel about you.” He said looking down at his hands as he twirled the rose in his hands.

I gulped “I want to be with you. I really do but-“ I started but he shook his head and stood up. I looked up at him with a frown on my face.

“Before you say anything. Can we just pretend we’re together right now and none of that happened.” He said.

I think he was scared that I was finally closing the door between me and him but that was the farthest thing from the truth. I wasn’t trying to completely close this chapter, I wanted to put some boundaries until I feel comfortable and safe enough to trust that he wouldn't break my heart again.

I sighed “Okay.”

“Dance with me.” He said, placing the rose on the grass and extended his hand out to me.

“There’s no music.” I chuckled looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“We don’t need music.” He smirked.

“Very romcom of you Mr. Presley.” I grinned and placed my hand in his. He pulled me up to stand and wrapped an arm around my waist while keeping my hand in his, placing it on his chest.

“You said it yourself. Many movie magic happened here.” Elvis chuckled.

“People are looking at us.” I whispered, shoving my face into his chest.

“Let them.” Elvis chuckled.

I was slightly embarrassed to be dancing in the middle of Central Park with no music but as we swayed together everything around us just melted and it was just Elvis and me. Him with his arms wrapped tightly around me. I loved being in his arms despite feeling super warm due to the harsh, noon sun. I didn't mind hugging him close to me.

Elvis started humming gently in my ear then started singing softly “Just pretend. I’m holding you and whispering things soft and low.”

I closed my eyes and just focused on his deep, rich baritone voice singing low in my ear “And think of me, how its gonna be. Just pretend I didn’t go.”

I’ve never heard this song before but it was beautiful and it was like he was singing this to me, about us, about our situation.

“If I knew it then, I’d be back again. So just pretend I’m right there with you. And I’ll come flying to you. All my crying, Lord it’s true.”

“I will hold you and love you again but until then… we’ll just pretend.”

“But now I know it was wrong to go. I belong here by your side.”

I pulled my head away from his chest and looked up at him “What’s this song?”

“You like it?” He asked.

“I love it, it’s beautiful.” I whispered, taking in his beautiful features. God, I really did miss his handsome face.

“It’s a new song I just recorded. When I heard it, I-I just had to record it for the new album. Reminded me of us.” He whispered the last sentence.

I shoved my face back into his chest. He chuckled because he knew I didn’t know how to respond to that and kissed the top of my head before placing his chin over my head and continued swaying.

“I have a song to sing for you.” I said pulling my face away from his chest to look at him once again.

“What?” he chuckled.

“Well, Lawdy, Lawdy, Lawdy, Miss Clawdy. Girl you sure look good to me.” I giggled as I sang it, for some reason I just really loved this song and it kind of felt like our song.

He chuckled and shook his head at me.

“But please don’t excite me baby.” We sang together “I know it can’t be me.”

We laughed shaking our heads at each other. I loved pretending like we’re a couple again.

I pinched his arm remembering the hickeys I saw on my shoulder and chest when I showered, thankfully it was covered by my sundress.

“Ouch!” He frowned, taking a step back from me and looked at me with confusion “Oh, you saw the hickeys?” He grinned.

“Yes, I saw the hickeys!” I slapped his arm.

“I was gonna say sorry but I’m not actually.” He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back into him.

“You’re so annoying.” I grumbled.

“Every time I walk through Central Park I really get the urge to go kayaking on the lake.” I told him, pointing at the people kayaking.

“Let’s do it.” Elvis replied and dropped his arm from my waist and took my hand in his, pulling me towards the lake and I didn't protest.

What I didn't tell him was I never went on it because it was always couples kayaking together and every time I wanted to do it, I imagined me and him doing it together. I felt like it would be wrong to do it without him.

We got on the kayak, sat opposite one another and paddled out to the middle of the water.

I smiled softly at him.

He smiled back and reached forward to fix my headband “You know since we’re pretending we’re together again. That means I can kiss you whenever I want.” He raised a brow, gauging my reaction.

“That is true.” I smirked.

He grinned and etched forward, I did the same and met him halfway. He kissed me softly but jerked forward all of a sudden which caused the kayak to rock.

“Wow.” I chuckled and held onto the kayak.

Elvis grinned mischievously and gripped the kayak on either side.

“No.” I told him and shook my head knowing what he wanted to do.

He laughed and threw his weight left and right causing the kayak to rock on the water. I gasped, my eyes widening.

“Elvis!” I laughed and placed my hands around his shoulders to stop him from moving “Stop!”

The guy who was in charge of the kayaks whistled “No rocking the boat!” He yelled.

Elvis laughed and stopped “Sorry!”

“Why?” I asked him “Why do you do that?”

“I just love scaring you.” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes with a huge smile on my face, it really felt like old times.

We paddled around for a while before stopping again.

“I wish I had a camera with me.” Elvis said.

I nodded and threw my head back, closing my eyes to soak up the sun when Elvis started rocking the kayak again. My eyes snapped open when we tipped to the side and were fully plunged into the water. I held my breath and shot out of the water. Once I was out I looked around for Elvis seeing him pop out.

He looked at me feigning innocence but was biting down on his lip to stop himself from laughing.

I looked at him and wanted to pretend that I was angry but I couldn’t help but laugh. Once I did Elvis joined in.

“I lost my headband!” I said and splashed him.

“Oh no!” He said sarcastically and laughed, not really caring.

“Are you two okay?” The guy who gave us the kayaks paddled towards us.

“Yes.” We replied and he helped us get onto his kayak before paddling back while the other guy flipped our kayak upright and roped it with him.

“You’re both not allowed to use the kayaks ever again.” The guy said “There’s also a fee if the kayak was damaged.”

“It was an accident.” Elvis replied.

“Bro.” The guy frowned. Elvis frowned at being called bro, he hated it “I saw you rocking it back and forth several times.”

“Okay fine.” Elvis rolled his eyes, we didn't really care that we were banned from using the kayaks ever again “Do you have any towels?”

The guy huffed and threw a towel at Elvis “Just one.”

Elvis shrugged and wrapped the towel around my shoulders. He rubbed his hands up and down my arms, over the towel “Are you cold?”

“Should’ve thought of that before you threw her in the water.” The guy murmured to himself as he checked on the kayak to make sure there weren't any damages.

“No, I’m fine.” I replied, ignoring the guy.

I wiped myself down before removing the towel and wrapping it over Elvis’ shoulders.

“Come here.” He said making space for me so that we can both be wrapped by the towel. We walked towards the tree we were previously sitting at and sat down. I sat between his legs, the towel wrapped around the both of us.

I leaned back into his chest and something hard dug into the middle of my spine. I frowned and turned my head, over my shoulder “There’s something digging into my back.”

“Oh that’s my necklace. The one you got me.” He replied. I turned between his legs and face him.

He dropped the towel and pulled the necklace from under his shirt, the cross necklace I got him for Christmas.

“You still wear it?” I asked with a small smile on my face.

“Of course.” He looked at me like I had two heads “Why would I remove it?”

“Because we aren’t together.” I replied.

“Yeah I wasn’t trying to erase you from my memory… like someone.” He said giving me a pointed look.

“Hey!” I frowned, pouting “You broke my heart. I didn't break your heart, you broke your own heart.”

He hummed and nodded “Fine. That’s true. But I love this necklace, I can’t take it off.”

“You weren't wearing it last night.” I replied, remembering when we had sex. I would remember if he was wearing it because it would’ve definitely hit my face if he was.

“Yeah because it was at night and you live in a crappy area. If I were to get mugged I wouldn’t want to lose this necklace.” He replied.

I rolled my eyes “My area is not that bad!”

“Ooookay Jess.” He chuckled rolling his eyes.

I reached my hand for the necklace and lifted it up from his chest to inspect it. I flipped it around and saw an engraving that wasn’t there when I got it for him.

Jessica P.

“Jessica P?” I asked, looking up at him.

He smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck “Jessica Presley.”

I could feel the butterflies erupting in my stomach and my heart practically jumping out of my chest.

“I did it the week you left. I didn't think I’d see you again and I just wanted to see your name with my last name.” He shrugged, his cheeks bright red in embarrassment.

I smiled softly and cupped his cheeks, kissing him gently. He smiled against my lips, his shoulders dropping as if he was melting into the kiss.

“I have to say.” Elvis said and pulled back, his hands on my hips while my hands were still cupping his cheeks “Jessica Presley sounds way better than Jessica Anderson.”

I chuckled and shook my head at him.

“You’re not disagreeing!” He pointed and poked my nose.

“Shut up.” I laughed and pushed his hand away from my face.

We were still slightly wet as we walked back to my apartment after handing the towel back to the guy. We stood outside my apartment and looked at each other.

I took a step towards him and cupped his cheeks, kissing him once again. He gripped my hips and kissed me back. The kiss was filled with want and need.

I pulled back and pressed my forehead against his, snapping my eyes shut.

“Why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?” He whispered.

I opened my eyes, pulling back and shook my head “It wasn’t.”

“Are you sure?” He frowned.

I smiled reassuringly and fisted my hand in his shirt, pulling him to me and slammed my lips on his. He grinned against my lips and kissed me back.

“You wanna come up?” I asked him.

“Yes!” He grinned “But let me go to my hotel first, shower because I feel disgusting and get fresh clothes.”

“Okay.” I smiled and kissed him again before going into my apartment building.

I was practically skipping up the steps to my apartment. I was giddy and over the moon because I couldn't wait for him to come back here and I would tell him I’m willing to give us another chance. He meant the world to me and I loved him. Life is short and I hated not being with him.

I showered as fast as possible and as I got of the shower in my bathrobe I heard my landline ring. I rushed over and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby.” Elvis sighed.

“Hi!” I grinned.

“Hi.” He chuckled “Just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna be a bit late okay?”

I frowned and shook my head even though he couldn't see me “Yeah! Sure, don’t worry about it.”

“Wait up for me okay? I won't be too late.” He said.

“That’s fine. See you in a bit.” I said and hung up after he said goodbye.

I hoped he wouldn't be too late because I was getting antsy. I was prancing around the apartment waiting for him then I decided to play music.

About an hour and a half later Elvis finally showed up as the sun was setting.

I was on the couch, the music was no longer playing and I was just staring at the TV when I heard him knock.

“Hey.” I smiled gently.

“Hi!” He grinned and cupped my cheeks, slamming his lips on mine.

I kissed him back and placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back gently.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned.

“Come inside.” I pointed to the living room with my head.

Once he stepped inside I shut the door.

“Okay, you’re scaring me. You look not as happy as I left you.” He said looking at me with a frown on his face.

“We need to talk.” I cringed.

“Oh fuck.” He groaned “Jess-“

“No, no. Just sit down.” I said tried giving him a reassuring smile.

“If this was about me being late-“

“It’s not.” I replied and took his hand in mine and pulled him toward the couch “Sit.” I pulled him down next to me.

I was silent for a second because this was very conflicting, I didn't want to do it.

“Jess?”

“I’m gonna cut to the chase.” I gulped “You need to go back to Memphis.”

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened “W-what? W-what the heck happened in the hour I was gone?”

“You need to go, Elvis.” I sighed and clenched my eyes shut while squeezing his hand that was still in my hand “You need to go or you’ll be bankrupt especially if they sue you.”

He groaned and threw his head back on the couch “Who told you?”

“Your dad.” I replied.

1 hour ago

After I hung up on Elvis and got dressed in jeans and a shirt I heard a knock come from my front door. I furrowed my brows because Elvis just told me he’ll be late.

I peeped through the peephole and saw Vernon Presley of all people. What the heck?

I quickly unlocked the door and swung it open “Vernon?”

“Jess.” He smiled.

“Umm hi.” I gave him a confused smile.

He moved forward and pulled me into a hug.

Oh. Okay. I hugged him back and welcomed him in.

“You’re really missed in Graceland.” He said as he took a seat on my couch.

“I miss you guys too.” I smiled.

I wanted to ask what the heck he was doing here but I didn't want to be rude.

“My son has been in New York for almost 3 weeks.” He said.

“Yes.” I replied.

“And he says he’s not coming back until he gets you back.” Vernon continued.

I didn't reply because I didn't know what to say. Yes? I know. He’s been outside my apartment for the past 3 weeks.

“You’re the only one that can convince him to come back. We need him to come back, he has plenty of shows lined up for the next two weeks and if he doesn't fulfill them then they’ll sue us for canceling. Jess, we need the money. I don't know how much they’ll sue for, they could bankrupt us.” Vernon continued.

Present time

“So while the Colonel was in my hotel room trying to convince me to come back, Daddy was here telling you to convince me to go back?” Elvis asked.

“Yes. Wait, that’s why you called me to say you were gonna be late?”

“Yeah.” Elvis sighed.

“Jess.” He shook his head “I-I’m not going.”

“Elvis, you have to.”

“No. I’m not leaving. Not without you. I’m not dropping everything to go on the road for two weeks.”

“What’s everything?”

“You don’t get it do you? You- you’re my everything and I finally have you back.” He clenched his jaw in frustration.

“Honey.” I said and ran a hand through his hair, pushing some of his hair behind his ear “It’s okay. It’s just two weeks.”

“Come with me then.” He gripped my knee.

“I-I can’t Elvis. I have my job, I can’t just take off for two weeks.”

He gulped “I went through 2 months without you-“

“We can do two weeks.” I replied, not really because I’m gonna miss him so much but he has to go.

“No.” He shook his head and go on his feet, starting to pace around my apartment.

“Hey.” I got up, stood in front of him and cupped his cheeks “We can do two weeks, okay?”

“So are we back together? If we’re back together then why don’t you just quit your job? You said that I’m your dream right? That you don’t want this anymore.”

“I can’t just jump right back in Elvis. I can’t quit my job and follow you, we need to take this slow. You really hurt me and I know you did it for the right reasons but the way you did it was completely wrong. You need to learn how to communicate with me or else this won’t work.” I said and caressed his cheeks “So, Go. Go and in two weeks when you’re back we’ll have this conversation. About us and our future together, okay?” I asked and pressed my forehead against his.

He screwed his eyes shut, placing his hands over mine that were still cupping his cheeks.

“You’ll wait for me, right?” He asked “I’ll be back in two weeks.”

“I will honey.” I smiled softly and captured his lips in a sweet and tender kiss to reassure him.

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