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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months ago

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Light on the Darkside - Chapter Six.

Are things about to get spicy for our troubled pair? Hmm. Maybe... ;)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five

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Words - 3,367

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

She could feel her lips starting to throb from the kiss they’d entered what must have been minutes ago, yet to actually part from, her fingernails softly circling at the nape of his neck. Ella truly couldn’t remember a single other moment recently where she’d felt so happy, having the bloke she knew she’d begun to like more than a friend show her that yes, he felt just the same as she did. Until he suddenly pulled away with a groan.

“Sorry, babe. Gotta stop for a minute, or I’ll do something stupid,” he lamented, arms still around her.

“Like what?”

He chuckled, low and dirty, shaking his head as he closed his eyes tightly. “Like drag you to a dark corner somewhere and start taking your clothes off.”

“James!” She was a little aghast, but only because she liked his forwardness.

“What?” he barked, laughter continuing. “I’m a bloke, we have a turn on speed of about four seconds!”

Hugging him tightly, she suddenly fully understood what he meant. Oooh. “Oh, right. Yeah. Something came up to say hello.”

“Innit.”

She threw her head back, softly thumping his chest with her fist. “Do you want to go for a walk, calm down a bit?”

“As much as I can walk with a raging hard-on, yeah.”

“Cool beans, come on.” Turning back, they walked around to the main path that led through the middle of the grounds, James taking her hand in his, feeling a little sparkle within that hadn’t existed prior to kissing her.

“So, little. Do you believe me now? Cos’ you’ve gotta stop letting what shitty people said about you years ago affect the way you see yourself and all that. Dickheads, the lot of ‘em.”

His words matched everyone else’s there. “I know I do. I know. it’s so difficult for me to get that through my head, though. Skin and bones aren’t an achievement over them. I worked that one out with Dr. Beaumont the other day. I don’t like, get any prizes for being so thin, it isn’t shoving their noses in what they used to say about me, because they aren’t even in my life any longer.”

“Yet you still fear the mashed potatoes,” he chirped, watching her cringe and giving her hand a little squeeze. “When we get out of here, come round mine and if Snedders is still living there, I’ll get him to make you some. Fuck knows what the fella does with ‘em, but they taste amazing. He’s a flid, but shitting hell, the lad can cook.”

The mention of the scary food was diminished slightly by his statement, that in his mind, he wanted to have contact with her on the outside. That showed thinking ahead, and the thought of it made her beam. For James, though, he kicked himself. While he knew he’d love that future, a life away from the facility with her in it, he didn’t know if he was capable of promising it to her.

The last thing he wanted was to hurt the adorable little soul he’d begun to find himself becoming very much attached to.

Coming to a stop beneath one of the large oak trees stretching tall into the sky, he sat with his back to the trunk, Ella making herself comfortable between his long legs as she rested against his chest.

“Can I make a request?”

“You can,” he confirmed.

“More kisses, please?”

Oh, she’d kill him with that cuteness. Who was he to say no to that, and the sweet little face the statement came with? He could have tried harder to engage his more rational thoughts as he leaned to press his lips to hers, but not doing so felt much too good.

She felt dreamy as her tongue swirled softly with his, noting to herself again what an amazing kisser he was. Sensual, she guessed she’d describe it, no clashing of teeth or experiencing the back of her mouth being infiltrated by an overly keen tongue. James definitely knew what he was doing.

It certainly made her wonder how good his tongue would feel on her... ooh. Reverse that thought. That was a little too much when there was nowhere she could sneak off with him and comfortably experience it. It also brought with it issues that were scary, having somebody see her naked. No, kissing would suffice for that moment, her hand rooting in his masses of silky, black hair, the other resting where his hand lay just beneath her ribcage.

Again, they lost themselves to it, but predictably for him, the negative thoughts began to creep in. At least they kept the physical manifestation of his desire for her in check, James knowing that he they didn’t, he’d likely have flattened her to the grass and taken things much further than just kissing. Then again, the presence of orderlies touring the grounds every so often also nipped that in the bud.

“Your heart's beating really quick," she spoke, pulling away, moving her mouth to kiss the side of his neck.

“Are you surprised?” he exclaimed, leaning to her. “Getting me all sexually vexed, innit. Trust me, if we were at my place right now, I’d be carrying you over my shoulder to bed.”

“Don’t even say it!” she whined, closing her eyes painedly. “I haven’t had a shag in such a long, long time!”

“How long’s a long, long time?”

Her wincing continued. “Trust me, feels like it was in the Stoneage. I am not a happy camper about it either. It’s big time embarrassing.”

“No need to be. Mine’s been a while. Five months, or thereabouts.”

Immediately, she hid her face behind her hands. “Mine is way longer. Like, a year and a bit longer.”

His eyebrows almost vanished into his hairline. “You fucking what? Over a year? Shitting hell.”

“Yeah," she snorted, “gagging for it doesn’t really come close, now I’m a bit healthier and actually have a sex drive again. And now I have the attention of a man who looks like you, and kisses like you do, too. Made me feel all hot in my pants, you have.”

He groaned, hiding his face against his shoulder for a moment. “Don’t tell me things like that. Fuck, I’m having enough trouble trying to stop myself from diving on you as it is. Then there’s the whole scared of breaking you issue. Because I think I would, innit.”

She shouldn’t say it, and she knew she shouldn’t. “Getting you between my legs would be more than worth it. Too bleedin’ sexy for your own good.” Turning, she moved to sit astride him, having a quick glance around for any patrolling orderlies. None were seen. Turning back to him, her mouth pressed to his, the heat of the kiss swirling like a summer tempest.

She could feel her arousal dampening the fear of his hands beginning to explore, roaming beneath her top, fingers curling up to stroke at the tiny curve of what little in the way of breasts she had left. When he pinched at her nipples gently, the mewled gasp it pulled from her set his blood to burn, beginning to lift her top. Immediately, she halted his hands.

“No, please don’t. I don’t want you to see me underneath it.”

Seeing the panic in her eyes at the idea of being seen so closely, he nodded, stroking her face. After all, she wore long tops and baggy clothes for a reason.

“I’m sorry, but I just... I can’t even have sex without my top on. I hate being seen, and I’m not saying we’re about to do that...”

He silenced her babbling with his mouth pressing to hers. “Ella, it’s fine. All in your own time, babe.”

Their kissing resumed, his hands gently stroking her hardened nipples through her top rather than beneath it, feeling her relax, a breathy sigh fluttering from her mouth into his. Thier tryst began to gain heat, her body yearning for more, not stopping him when one hand slipped down to begin unbuttoning her trousers.

It was a brave move, to allow somebody to touch a body she detested so intimately, the payoff more than worth it when his fingers sank into the warm, honey wet of her folds, James groaning as he kissed her with blinding lust. Guitarists had dexterity in shades, and she knew this, but the way he touched her was something else. Long fingers stroked a heavenly aurora over her clit, dipping inside, rotating until she clenched around them, pulling back to continue rubbing over her bundle until he had her crying out.

“Shhh, or you’ll alert the gestapo,” he rasped, mouth at her neck, her hands rooting into his hair as her hips swayed against his hand.

“Yeah... something about me... I’m... fuck, I’m not quiet when I’m about to... ahhhh!” Come, she would have said, but the way her eyes virtually rolled back in her head as her body stiffened, he could guess that for himself.

“Shitting hell, darlin’. That was quick!” he laughed, kissing her, his fingers gentling before he pulled his hand away. “I know I’m good, but really?”

“What can I say that I haven’t already?” she panted, her eyes swimming with desire, her cheeks flushed rosy. “Told you it had been a while.” Tickling his lips with her tongue, she squeaked when he bit it softly, kissing her way to the side of his throat while her hands reached for his jeans. “Mmm, your turn now.”

Sadly for James, though, it wasn’t.

“Ella! James! I see you down there.” Both shared an annoyed groan for hearing Chris call to them from the path. “Unstick yourselves from one another, please. Let’s keep this PG and not broaching on an eighteen!”

“To use one of your favourite phrases, not cool beans,” he grumbled, Ella fastening her trousers again before they stood up, both looking to where the orderly stood and made sure nothing else was about to occur beneath the tree. “And now that’s twice I’ve had to try and walk off a hard-on in the past half an hour. Fucks sake.”

“I’m sorry, sexy,” she purred, grabbing his hand, James releasing it to wrap an arm around her instead. “I’ll ask Andrea for her hiding places and drag you off there soon.”

He grinned. “Can you ask her in the next ten minutes?”

“As much as I want to, I think we’ll have to wait until the gestapo won’t be onto us for going off to do exactly that.”

“Fucking hate that we’re watched like kids when we’re grown adults. This place can full on suck my fucking dick.” In truth, now his brain wasn’t so clouded by the swirling storm of arousal, it was likely better they parted when they did. He knew himself, after all. If gone too far on arousal, he likely would have pulled her trousers off and had sex right there with her against the tree.

His thoughts and emotions, he needed to bring them to order. He had to regain a little control in a situation that no matter how good it felt, needed processing in line with what was best for them both and their recovery. They sat together for the rest of the afternoon and evening in the common room, until it was closed at 10pm, both returning to their rooms for the night.

While lying on his bed, he began to think about it all, what had begun to happen between him and Ella. He wanted it to, there was no mistaking that. Unfortunately, it clashed with the uncomfortable truth of whether he should. If one good thing had come from therapy sessions, it was knowing that burdening himself with extra worries on top of attempting to get well again – which at any given moment he either did or didn’t want - were not conducive to his overall mental wellbeing.

Keeping away from his little shining light of solace was another matter entirely, though.

“Seriously, you took these?”

Combing her hair from her face, she nodded, feeling a spark flare in her chest. Ella seldom showed her photography to people, but had a little book there with her at the facility, something the staff felt beneficial to her recovery. It was an incentive to get back out there again with her camera, although she didn’t have that there with her. All she had access to was the sight of other people’s pain, which she didn’t feel was a particularly good photographic subject.

“Yeah, yeah these couple are from Draycote Water, those two are Great Central Walk,” she began.

“I recognise the bridge, yeah! We did a band photoshoot up there,” he enthused, studying her work a little closer, flicking through to the next page. “Is that Caldecott Park?”

“It is, yes! It’s like, a two-minute walk from my mum’s house, so I used to be there all the time, clicking away.” On the outside, they didn’t live far from each other at all, Ella in Rugby and him in Nuneaton. It took about twelve minutes via train. “The next few are from when I took a camera to the Global Gathering rave in Long Marston, so lots of people absolutely off their faces on E’s.”

“You into all that, then, the ecstasy culture?”

“Yep, I like it every so often, dropping a pill and then dancing in euphoria for about five hours. Well, I did. I think I might have outgrown it a bit now at twenty-two,” she revealed, closing her eyes for a moment and remembering it. She missed it, the pounding beat of dance music charging over her body as a dose of MDMA floated through her nerves and made her feel nothing but bliss.

“I’ve tried it a few times, but it don’t wanna make me dance,” he spoke, chuckling as he remembered the last time he’d dropped a pill. “Goes right to my fucking dick, innit. I come up and I just wanna shag for hours on end. Nearly put a new hole in my ex, poor bird couldn’t walk properly for a few days.”

“Lucky her,” she winked.

He snorted softly, turning the page. “She probably wouldn’t have agreed with you afterwards, fucking whinging her tits off that she felt like her fanny was gonna fall out.”

His words prompted her to practically scream with laughter, another who was close by not quite as entertained by his statement as Ella was.

“Can we keep all talk of fanny-destroying shagging to a minimum, please?” Andrea requested, lowering the magazine she was engrossed in. “This is not good for my recovery.” And that was why she permanently had her nose in a magazine. Reading meant she could stop thinking about sex for longer than a few minutes.

Ella winced, realising. “Sorry, sweetie.”

James couldn’t help himself. “Steve sends his regards.”

A shudder rippled her as she remembered the man with the chocolate brown eyes, and piercings in his lip and tongue that had felt very pleasurable when she’d kissed him. She took a deep breath, ignoring the soft laughter of her two cohorts. “And I am counting to ten, I am not thinking about sitting on that pretty man’s face, I am not thinking about going to town on his dick, I am counting to ten and reminding myself that healthy sexual desires are better than obsessive compulsions.”

“Steve really wouldn’t mind if you had an obsessive compulsion about him.”

He received an elbow from Ella for that. “Behave!”

“Thank you, Ella,” Andrea spoke, cracking one eye open a fraction and giving the middle finger to James. He only continued to look pleased with himself. “Bloody church burner and your yap.”

“Oi, only she’s allowed to call me that!”

She bobbed her tongue at him, going back to her calming thoughts, clearing her mind of his best friend while he and Ella continued chatting. They only parted for the rest of the day at dinner, heading back to one another in the common room, sitting apart until the orderly's swapped shifts, Gus coming in to oversee. He shook his head with a soft laugh as soon as Ella moved to plant herself on James’s lap for a cuddle while they watched TV.

While it was true that relationships between patients were heavily discouraged, he couldn’t discount that the pair seemed a lot brighter while around one another. He also counted anything that kept James calm and not running his mouth as a plus, too.

By 9pm, it was just the two of them there, Gus in the corner reading a newspaper, Ella cuddled with her head beneath James’s chin as she enjoyed the feel of him stroking her thigh.

Feeling her lips suddenly press his neck, he raised his eyebrow while looking down upon her. “Calm yourself, little.”

“I am calm,” she chirped, kissing his cheek, her dainty fingers circling the centre of his chest. “Just thinking how lovely you are.”

He pressed a long kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes, the soft, fresh scent of her daisy body spray lingering under his nose. She had a habit of spritzing wildly. His thoughts began to gnaw at him once more, having to admit it to himself. He’d been falling for her for weeks, and while in any other circumstance that would have been positive, the timing was just so, so wrong.

She shouldn’t be his primary focus, yet he felt her definitely shifting into the forefront of his thoughts. Ella, his sweet little ray of sunshine, the girl who made the experience of being locked away in a mental health facility all the more bearable by just being who she was.

He had her to consider in all of this, too.

She was becoming just as attached to him, anybody with eyes could see that clearly, and it panicked him, what that would mean for her own recovery. How would she take it, for him to be so keen one moment and then cool things with her the next? She was far from an even keel with her eating disorder, but risking her suffering a setback to the progress she had made was something he steadfastly did not want to do.

“Come on then, lovebirds,” Gus spoke, closing his paper, “time to say goodnight.”

Lovebirds. Quite apt, if James chose to admit it, but doing so made his thoughts race unpleasantly.

“See you tomorrow then, BFG,” Ella spoke, pecking his cheek and hugging him close before they parted ways, noticing the hug she received back wasn’t quite to his usual standard.

“Yeah, darlin’. Sleep well.”

Kissing her head, he stroked her face with his thumbs before turning to head for the stairs, the usual noise from the more rambunctious and unsound of the male patients meeting him as he walked back onto the ward. Big Keith was on form again, so he could hear.

Once in his room, he let his clothes fall to the floor, climbing into bed and staring up at the ceiling, trying to zone out. If only his thoughts would let him. He was stuck, he knew it now, stuck between what he wanted to do and what he should. The former was the continuation of pursuing what he had with Ella, and the latter, well, calling it off altogether for that time at least. He couldn’t discount the happiness she brought him, but at what cost?

His moods were evening out much more, he felt better than he had in a long time and he knew she was the reason for that. He also knew that while the very dark thoughts he had still plagued him, the desire to chase death too in his moments of hopelessness, he did not want to put her through that.

He wouldn’t put her through that. Not with his head still such a mess.

Lying there alone, with only his rapidly firing brain for company, he felt the darkness pulling at him once more. The void within called out its siren’s song, and for the first time in weeks, he let himself hear it all over again.

This couldn’t continue.

#original stories #original fiction #original story #smutty stories #smutty story #romance stories #romance fiction #tw: depression #tw: anorexia

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starzzach · 3 months ago

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idk if youre still taking these but... aranged charlos?

yes of course i am still taking them anon! i don't know if you're coming from ao3 bc this is a published ongoing wip w/ 2 chapters to go. i honestly had to take a full step back from the constant fretting about finishing it, one reason being to prevent burnout and one reason being i am currently on vacation lol

it's basically about charlos getting contractually married very young and having babies (this was the idea when first developed).

another reason being that i have scrapped the 15th chapter about six times at this point, and even though i've written multiple notes for it actually writing it has been ... tough, to say the least. i will recommend, if you haven't read 'i take my whiskey (neat)', to not click under the cut!

i decided to include a bit of the epilogue instead of the 15th chapter purely bc i have written that most recently !!

they look at each other, his father with mild confusion and his dad with mild concern. his dad speaks first, coughing, “rafa, this is…?”

rafael springs into action. “this is ella,” he introduces as she waves hello. “she’s my, erm, my girlfriend.” he grins, hoping to earn their sympathy. “ella, these are my parents, charles and carlos,” pointing to each of them in turn. “i think my siblings are outside–”

“i’ll take you,” his father offers, still slightly confused. “we are, ah, grilling out back. do you like grill? i can show you out–” he stops, scratching the back of his neck, thinking hard. “we have invited a lot of people, but i’ll just walk with you so you don’t get lost.”

ella shoots him a panicked look before she’s shepherded nervously off to the back with his equally nervous father. his eyes follow their retreating figures, tightlipped, and his only thought is that they hadn’t been so scared of millie’s girlfriend. tearing his gaze away, his attention rests on his dad. he looks amused, fighting a smile, his arms crossed over his chest. he leans over the counter, towering over rafael from where he’s stood on the platform.

“so,” he starts. “why is this the first time i am hearing of this girlfriend?”

rafael blushes high in his face, his ears turning red. “it’s new,” he sighs, pointed. “she’s in one of my classes, in english. she’s really nice, i think you’ll really like her.”

“yeah?” he says. it’s not a question. “how long have you been, you know, together?”

“two months, but i’ve known her for longer.”

his dad nods, thoughtful. he steps off the counter, his palm cold against rafael’s back. he stands slightly taller than his dad, something he takes advantage of, pulling him into a hug, squishing him. “my baby, all grown up,” he murmurs.

“daaaaad,” he whines, nearly suffocating. “stop, i’m not a little kid–”

his dad lets go, but cradles his face between his hands, pulling at his cheeks. “you’ll always be little to me,” he says, eyes twinkling. it’s the only part of him that stands truly the same from twenty years ago, resistant to time and change. “come, let us make sure your papa has not scared ella back to new york.”

he laughs at that, a little strangled, because he thinks the opposite is also entirely possible. laura materialises when they step out, blinking owlishly up at him behind her circle frames. “i met your girlfriend,” she says, eyes narrowed. she clutches a book to her chest and rafael has to stop himself from rolling her eyes because it’s so stereotypical of laura to be studying at their family cookout. “how do you have a girlfriend?”

this time he does roll his eyes, wrangling her in for a one armed hug. “good to see you too, chiquita,” he mutters. her reply is lost in her derogatory mumbling. “where is she? ella?”

“being harassed by your brothers,” comes his dad’s reply, a note of alarm in his tone. “you go and say hi to your uncles before they keel over and die, i’ll deal with this.”

laura and rafael watch as their dad wrangles their twin brothers into obedience, apologising to an even more apologetic ella. at ten, marco and miguel are getting up to absolutely no good, and have just started to grow out of the inseparable phase. it doesn’t mean they don’t team up to cause havoc at times like this – quite the opposite by their display just now. rafael feels uneasy, sweat starting to form. he coughs, gesturing, “i should– i should go over there, right?” he asks. “that’s something i should do?”

laura eyes him with no small amount of disdain, but her expression softens when she gently pushes at his shoulder. “you’re a real idiot you know that?” are the words that come out of her mouth. “seriously, you must be so glad millie’s inheriting the company instead of you, what a disaster that would have been–”

“–yeah, yeah, i’ve got it,” he grumbles, secretly pleased.

ella doesn’t notice him coming, her shoulders tense when he gets his hands on them. he pulls her into his embrace. “hey, you,” he says, willing his voice not to shake. “you’re okay?”

she sighs, relaxing just the slightest bit. “you know, in the car i was going over everyone’s names, and what you’ve said they like,” she admits. “but there’s like… so many. i couldn’t even figure out which one of your brothers i was talking to.”

rafael snorts. he smoothes down the sleeves of her shirt, trying to be comforting. “don’t worry, i had trouble with it for years. i still do, when they’re playing tricks.”

“ah, ella, i’m sorry, i had to take this call,” his father’s voice says from behind them. he’s smiling, awkward, but he’s smiling. “hi, rafa. did you–” his face falls, he must have seen his dad berating his brothers behind them. “oh, you met the twins?”

“she did,” rafael answers for the two of them, grimacing. “they’re being, well, you know better than me. how they’ve always been.”

his father sighs, muttering, “may lord help us all until they grow up,” in spanish as he passes them by, patting rafael’s shoulder.

of course they had more babies. is anyone surprised?

#zach answers asks #zach writes #tag game #charlos #staring mournfully at my wips

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ah-schwoopsie · 3 months ago

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More thoughts as I rewatch Cinderella's Castle part 3.

I'm trying so hard to work out if in the body bag Ella drags out, there is a prop of something of the like that someone grabs from later.

'the light; it burns' oh don't you worry Ella, you'll be grateful it does.

Kim waiting for the cheers after saying 'I Am Mother'.

I wonder, what Ella truly freed in the Fairy Queen of Sweet Dreams and the ramifications of it. Why were you imprisoned in the realm of death Lovie? What did you do? Why does the blood of the innocent and righteous rage summon you?

Sir Hop-a-Lot holy shit

CRUMB!

What is the ramifications of her taking the only mote of light left at the end of time?!

Use them- wisely?- Hardly.

I really should be saying 'implications' not 'ramifications' agdkgakaa

The Narrator must be The Fairy Queen of Sweet Dreams servant as they, when dancing with her other spirits, sing 'Castle on the hill!'. When Ash to Ash is done, they simply lift their hood to transition to the Narrator. If they were two separate characters I believe Jeff would've left the stage and come back without the spirit costume. But! Jeff is listed as playing a Fairy Queen Spirit (on the Starkid wiki).

I also believe that the Narrators lines at the end of Ash to Ash is referring to Ella when they say 'Lady Ashmore'.

Watching the Prince, Jeff, Kim and Tadius all interacting whilst Stepmother talks to her daughters before the ball is wonderful. The Prince start swinging his leg and Jeff joins him. Then Kim coming over to Jeff and have a little boggie together. Then they have a little gossip! I've gone back to the beginning of the scene to now watch at the back aka Kim and Tadius interactions and then the Prince and Tadius. Kim's character putting the moves onto Tadius until the Prince comes over. Or maybe, discussing regicide. Whilst prince and Tadius are talking, Tadius does keep looking over to where the stepmother and her daughters are standing. Which I like, he's on guard.

Rancilda is fantastic. I love her blowjob riddle. She didn't deserve to die. All she wanted was to collect cobwebs and write riddles!

Jeff walks around so fantastically! From the heel lightly to his toe. Not quite flourishing but close to it. I'm just constantly under the impression it's the Narrator inserting themself into the story.

There's no real reason story wise that they get Crumb to eat cheese during the scene where Ella first enters the ball, other than to have him be cute in the background.

Bryce is stunning. We all knew this, but it needs to be said again.

Can't stop watching Jeff during Neon.

The stepmothers wig change for the ball. I love it.

The Prince is very reminiscent of Aladdin but without being the same. I love it.

The training scene is just so good. Joey and Jon's voice acting is just *mwah*!

Ella and Tadius together is a fantastic scene. I know a lot of people read it as flirty, and they are not wrong for that interpretation. I see it as two people who are finally with someone who will notice the little slights and give them shit back just as easily and quickly. There is a respect there for each other's wit, a hint of viciousness that the other meets and one ups, a softness after they 'restart' but also a desperate need to be the one to have the last word. Not for argumentative's stake, but to prove that they were the quickest and smartest. Which is whyyy Tadius is so quick to trust her with his plans of regicide.

The words Tadius uses to describe the Prince. 'Spoiled, weak and witless' are the opposite of the three traits Ella has shown him. Kindness, in the respectful way she sees him struggle to call her pretty. Strength, for speaking her true thoughts about the Prince. And wit, in being able to match and surpass him in their vocal duel. I will get back to this.

#Cinderella's Castle #Cinderella's Castle Spoilers #yes; i have decided the Narrators pronouns are they/them

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the-slapshot-series · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1

Summery: Tyler finds out that his now Ex soon to be wife had been cheating on him behind his back. Heartbroken and alone he hinds out in his Captain's basement until his best friend in the whole world offers him refuge in Pittsburgh to ride out the summer and let things cool down in Texas.

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: swearing, drinking, a fight of you look hard enough. I believe that's it.

A03

I just want to put this out there this is a work of fiction. I in no way shape or form know how these players really act in really life. For those of you who may like Alex Kerfoot I am warning you for the sake of the series ONLY, I made Alex a jackass to fit the story line. I don't know how he really acts in person but I made him what I needed him to be for the story only. Please don't hate on me or the series if you don't agree with how he acts or talks within the series. Thank you

When you plan the perfect fairytale wedding, have the perfect ring, the perfect girl to walk down the aisle to you, you expect it to go perfectly smooth right? Well that's what Tyler Seguin thought the day he proposed to Tiffany. It had been the perfect beach proposal in Italy during the off season, they had been together for 2 years and she seemed to understand what it meant to be a hockey player's wife. Everything seemed like a fairytale… till last night when he found what he thought was the love of his life, fucking another man in their bed, in their house. Since then he had been hiding away in Jamie's basement, nursing a beer as he poured out his heart to his best friend over facetime.

"Ziggy, I know it hurts, and I'm truly sorry, but hiding in a basement till the season starts is not the answer." Arabella Kerfoot said with a dramatic sigh. Tyler took another sip of his beer and looked away from the camera. He knew she was right but his pride was too wounded to admit that.

"I don't know, Jamie's basement is pretty nice."

"It's May, Segs. Hockey starts in September. You gonna hide down there for over 4 months??" Ella gave him a hard look. Hanging his head the hockey forward sighed and shook his head. Running a hand through his black hair he looked back up and gave her the same look back.

"So what do you suggest, oh Great One?"

Bella laughed and flipped him off through the camera. "Wayne Gretzky is the Great One. But come spend the summer with me hiding away from the Media and just regroup. Take a breather." She said, taking a bite of her muffin as she leaned back into her chair. Tyler watched her closely, seeing if she was serious about it. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair again before looking back up at the camera. "Come on, even Jamie thinks it's a good idea."

"You talked to Benn about it?" .

Bella smiled at the camera and took another bite of her muffin. "What else was I supposed to do?" She asked. "Of course I talked to Jamie about it and he agreed with me. You need to leave his basement. Like yesterday and get your ass up here to my place. Take the summer to shut out the world and regroup with me." She sighed and sat her muffin down, running a hand through her hair before leaning closer to the camera. "Tyler, what happened is shitty. What she did to you was something horrible, but if you stay there, if you let this haunt you, it's going to ruin you. The media will eat you alive. Plus if you went home… dude I love your family, but let's be honest, they won't let you have any peace trying to make sure you're okay after something like this."

He knew she was right. He honestly did. They both had shitty reputations with the media. They messed up one time in their careers and all the sudden they were uncontrollable wild childs that needed to be torn down. Tyler has done so much since his move to Texas to rebrand himself, make a better name and leave all the Boston shit behind him. He finished his beer and looked off into the distance of the darkened room. Ella stayed silent as he thought, as his mind went through all his thoughts. He sighed and picked at the sandwich Jamie had made him hours ago, but left untouched. He knew Ella was waiting for him to answer, but his mind was tired and his heart was too broken to give her one. He heard his best friend sigh, knowing she was trying hard to give them the space he needed but a push at the same time. There was a 6 year age gap between the two Forwards, Tyler taking on the role of big brother to a young girl he met in 2017 who had just won the Stanley Cup in her rookie year with Pittsburgh, and made a mistake in front of the media, earning her a nasty reputation, similar to the one he had when he played for Boston. Fast forward 4 years later and the two were more like siblings then their own siblings. Tyler stood by Ella in so many fights with her brother Alex, who played for Toronto, when he would fight her on what a disappointment her reputation bright to the family name. Ella also stood beside Tyler during many family events where his family would hound him on not having settled down yet and setting his new found reputation into stone. Over the past 4 years the two of them formed a bond, one that to the outside world looked more than platonic, but they could never see each as anything more than best friends and siblings.

Knowing that Ella was in his corner and would understand if he needed a moment to breathe and ponder her request to spend the summer in Pittsburgh with her, he finally answered her question. "Let me have the night, to just…. Let my mind shut down and figure out how to go about this. I'll call you in the morning and let you know what I'm going to do. Okay Bell?"

"Okay Ziggy. If I don't hear from you by 10am I'm calling Benn and making him put you on a plane though. Love you Bubs."

"Love you Bubs." Tyler said back with their signature sign off before hanging up the phone. The room was darker than he remembered from before Ella had called, so flipping on a light he sat down on one of the sofas in Jamie's basement. His phone lit up with text messages from Tiffany, ones he swiped away so he didn't have to see them. With a sigh he flipped his phone over and ignored it as it continued to buzz. Getting up he walked slowly up the staircase to the first floor into the kitchen. Jamie was there cooking some food, listening to a game from the playoffs from the TV in the corner.

"About time you showed your face. Ella finally got you to leave my dungeon of despair?" Jamie asked as he stirred the stuff in the pot. Tyler raised an eyebrow upon hearing the weird name for the basement and Jamie saw the look of confusion. Nodding his head and waving a hand in the air he answered the silent question. "That's what she called it when she called me this morning. Don't ask, it's Ella, that's enough said."

Both men have a soft chuckle at that and Jamie went back to stirring his food. Tyler walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down like his life depended on it. He hadn't drunk anything other than beer in the past 14 hours, and he didn't realize how thirsty he was till that moment. Throwing the empty water bottle in the small bin beside the sink, he leaned against the countertop and ran a hand through his thick hair.

"Ella wants me to come to Pittsburgh for the summer…. Instead of going home." He broke the silence after a bit of deep thinking. Jamie hummed in response, turning the stove off and removing his dish he had been stirring. Tyler watched him closely as he poured the stew into bowls. "You don't seem surprised." Jamie put the pot down and turned to face his best friend. He placed his arms over his chest and leaned against the table.

"Tyler, going home is only going to end in 1 of 2 ways. Your family going overboard on trying to keep you happy and giving you no time to grieve this, or being all up your ass about how shit went wrong and how this is going to look in you. They won't let you have any peace."

Tyler folded his arms and hung his head, giving a slight nod. "That's what Ella said too."

Jamie pushed off from the table and walked over to the forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ella is right. And she's right in the fact you should go spend the summer with her. Lord knows that girl can't go home to her family. Not fair you two spend your summer with people that don't understand you. She's your best friend, so go and recover from this."

Tyler nodded his head and looked down at his bare feet. He knew they were right, there was nothing holding him here for the next few months. So pulling out his phone he shot a text to his one friend, asking if they could fly them on their small private plane to Pittsburgh in the morning. Then he shot a text to Ella that he knew she was probably already expecting.

*Pick me up at the airport in the morning*

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Stepping off the private plane around 8am in Pittsburgh instead of getting ready for a bachelor party that night wasn't how Tyler saw his weekend going. But here he was getting off his friend's plane at the airport to meet up with Ella. Flipping his sunglasses up onto his hair he looked around for the tall brunette he called his best friend. Looking off to his right he saw her walking his way. Ella was one for fashion. She knew what looked good on her tall, thin but muscular frame. Clad in a white deep V neck shirt that hugged her curves, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with black ankle boots. Orange tinted Aviators kept her eyes from the morning sun, her hair fell to her shoulder blades thick and wavy down her back.

"You definitely know how to make an entrance Ell-Bell." Tyler said as he took the last few steps off the private plane. Ella's bright laugh filled the air around them as she stopped in front of her best friend.

"Please Ziggy, you dress to impress all the time, you lady killer." She said waving her hand at his current outfit. He had on a dark green shirt that was so tight it was a second skin. Every muscle on display. Tan pants clinged to his thighs, dark brown Hey Dudes on his feet. His hair was styled in the blown away look, curls perfectly messy. Dark sunglasses now perched on top of his head. His wide, full white smile lit up the runway, reaching out he pulled his best friend into a hug. For the first time since he found his now ex-fiance with another man, he really smiled. Pulling away from the hug, Tyler grabbed his bags he had dropped at his feet and followed Ella to her car. Tossing his bags Into the back seat of her Jeep, he climbed into the passenger seat and turned to look at his best friend.

"Thank you Ella…. For helping me during this. For being my best friend."

The brunette smiled back at him and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "You are welcome Tyler. I know this is hard, and shitty. What she did was unforgettable. You are more of a brother than my own flesh and blood and I will always stand in your corner." She let go of his hand and started up her jeep, the warm spring air floating through the windows as she pulled out of the airport parking lot. "And you know that whenever you want to talk about it, or vent, or just sit in silence and drink a beer together, you just have to ask."

Tyler watched the scenery go by out his window. Pittsburgh was a beautiful town, the people here passionate about their sports teams with flags and banners blowing in the light breeze. What had once been a small coal town was now a booming city with people from all over flocking to its doors to watch hockey and football and baseball, for jobs and major opportunities that showed up each day.

The trees were just starting to green up, the grass turning a pretty shade of green, early spring flowers blooming in the yards of the homes they drove past. Tyler was lost in thought as he watched the town go by, the wind blowing through his curls as he leaned his head back against the headrest. The sound of a phone ringing broke him from his thoughts. Looking over at his friend, he watched as she looked down at her phone, a scowl across her face as she quickly hit decline to the call.

"Is everything okay Ella?" Concern in his voice. The forward sighed as she came to a stop at a red light. She looked over at Tyler through her sunglasses and he knew right away she wasn't happy.

"Alex keeps calling." She finally spoke as she turned back to look at the road.

"What does he want?"

"It's Alex. The only reason he ever calls his baby sister is because he wants to yell at me for being the family disappointment." The light turned green and Ella started moving the Jeep again, flipping her turn signal on and going right, towards her house. "Every year my family goes on a vacation together and last year I just…. Hide away and not gone. And I don't plan on going this year and I'm sure he is calling to bitch me out for it among other things….. shit."

Tyler looked from his friend to the front windshield as he felt the jeep come to a stop. He looked up the driveway to Ella's house on the outside of town and saw a car parked right by the front door. Looking back at his friend he gave her a pissed off look.

"What is he doing here?" Tyler hissed as he looked back at the Subaru in the driveway. Ella remained quiet as she pulled up her driveway to park beside the car that was waiting for them. The Jeep hadn't even been turned off yet when Tyler was out of its doors and marching towards the man waiting. After the past weekend, the drama and pain he went through, he was now ready for a fight.

"What the hell do you want Alex?" His voice boomed as Tyler stopped in front of the tall dark haired player from Toronto. He watched as Alex Kerfoot scowled upon hearing his voice and turned to face him.

"I should have known my baby sister would have gone running the minute she found out you were no longer engaged." Alex sneered as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Ella stopped next to Tyler and matched her brother's posture. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Alex laughed, shaking his head as if the answer was obvious. "With the reputation you both have among players it should be very clear what I'm saying. But I'll spell it out nevertheless." He pushed off his car and stopped inches from his sister. "You couldn't wait to have him back in your bed after you were the one that probably wrecked his engagement, Arabella. People like you two don't know how to be any different no matter how much your families try to put you on the right path."

Tyler grabbed Alex by the arm and yanked him away from Ella who had a look of horror across her face. Tyler pushed Alex up against his car and pinned him there with an arm across his chest.

"Watch your mouth Kerfoot. My engagement being called off has nothing to do with Ella. Your sister is my best friend and she offered me a place to stay while all that shit back in Texas gets worked out. Next time don't speak without the facts." He said through gritted teeth. Tyler stood a few inches taller than Alex, and he put his full height to his advantage. The two glared at each other for a moment before Ella spoke up.

"Why are you here Alex?"

Pushed against Tyler's arm, Alex broke free and fixed his jacket, giving the taller man one more glare before facing his sister. "You never come home anymore during the off season. Your place is at home, with family, keeping your rep clean during the summer instead of hiding out in Pittsburgh, giving the media more drama to feed off of. So I came to get you."

"Yeah that's not happening." Tyler chuckled sarcastically as he stepped closer to Ella for support. Alex cocked his head and waved a hand between the 3 of them to make a point. "And what place do you have here to speak Seguin?"

"Stop Alex!" Ella snapped as she pushed between the two men. She could see Tyler was holding back his anger, an anger he was famous for once having. And Alex knew how to push buttons, it's what gave him an edge on the ice. Tyler shook his head and took a step back, giving space between the three of them. He hated how Alex and her whole family treated her after one mistake. It was like watching his early years play out all over again.

"I am home Alex. Pittsburgh IS my home now. And I have house guests to care for. So I suggest you leave and let me go about my life here, with my friends and my team who are supporting me far more than my family has in the past few years." Tyler watched as Ella spoke, before she turned her back on her brother and walked back to her car to grab her purse from the back seat where she had left it. Digging out her house key she turned back to face Tyler and nodded her head towards the front door. Tyler nodded and turned back to face Alex, crossing his arms over his chest and tapped his chin up towards the Subaru behind him. He watched as Alex shook his head and grabbed the handle of the car door and yanked it open.

"I'll tell Mom that you already had plans for the summer. At least call her some though." Alex called out dryly before climbing into the car shutting the door behind him. Tyler glanced over at his friend and watched all kinds of emotions cross her face as her brother drove down her driveway and then down the road. Tyler watched her from the corner of his eye as the car disappeared down the road. He was fortunate enough to have a family that still supported him even after everything in Boston. Even after up until a year and half ago when he got serious with Tiffany he bounced around from girl to bar each weekend not caring if he got too drunk and ruin all he worked so hard to build. Even now, with everything that has happened in the past 48 hours with Tiffany, he knew his family understood to a point why he didn't come home. Why he wanted see space. Sure they would check in on him and maybe suggest coming to visit but they wouldn't show up at his door and chastise him for his choice.

"Don't bother even bringing your bags in." Ella's voice broke him from his thoughts. He turned to fully face her but Ella was already heading for her door.

"Excuse me? Care to explain??" He asked, not fully understanding that statement at all. He had a split second fear that maybe she was going to send him back to Texas after what just happened. But seeming to sense his underlying fear, she stopped at the door after she unlocked it and gave him one of her famous looks.

"We're not staying here." She said with a flip of her hair over her shoulder. "If we really want to disappear, then we are going to the cabin." Tyler had only seen her cabin once since she bought it. It was in a small fishing town at the top corner of Erie county and the lake. It sat by the water with only 2 other cabins in sight across the lake. It was remote and quiet. "The three of us need a break from the world. So to the cabin we go!" Ella singsonged as she marches through her front door, leaving Tyler to stand with a smirk on his face. He shook his head as he followed through the now open door. Only Sidney Crosby and himself knew she bought the cabin up north, as a way to really disappear when life got too much in the city.

"Wait." He stopped, replaying what she had said in his head. Three of them. Three people. So someone else was spending the summer with Ella? "Three people?" He called out but Ella had already disappeared upstairs to her room. "Ella, who else is spending the summer with us?!" He yelled up the steps as he raced up them two at a time. "I've had enough surprises in the past 48 hours to last a lifetime." He grumbled as he reached the top step. He found Ella packed 2 large suitcases of clothes, bathroom needs, shoes, and other random things. She smiled up at him and just gave him a wink. With a groan He knew he wasn't getting his answers till they reached that cabin on the lake.

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ella-norah · 5 months ago

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Ella watching Love Sea episode 2

Okay, so yesterday, the second episode of Love Sea aired, and I am watching it today, and rambling about it. If you want to read my rambles, feel free to continue reading the post below ♥

Also, this time i'll try to be shorter than last time, so there will be only one post for the episode and less images, but hope it's good enough.

Starting the episode with direct continuation of the last one and the moment Mut and Rak are off the boat and on the beach. Rak is still pouting and grumpy, which is very understandable considering how scared he looked (and there's probably a story about that reaction that's likely deeper than just fear of not being able to get off the boat since he's in the middle of the ocean) when Mut jumped in the water and Rak didn't know where Mut was.

Right now, both Mut and Rak are being stubborn - Rak to push Mut away and Mut to get Rak to forgive him. Something tells me that it'll take more than the fresh clamps, though they do look quite fresh and delicious.

Peat's expressions here, his portrayal of Rak is so damn good. The way he wants to accept, but also fights it and looks at Mut annoyed is chef's kiss.

Here are some pictures of the beach scene that happened as Rak accepted the piece of clamp meat in his mouth. Gosh the expressions are making me go feral! *screams internally*

The almost kiss had me squeal out loud. Honestly! Like I didn't expect it to happen so soon (not that it did, but it's clear they both wanted to)

And yet, Rak still seems convinced it won't happen again. (what am i willing to bet it will happen...)

The scene with girls is so good. Mook is still a nervous mess because of Vi, and that is honestly such a mood. And Vi is still so manipulative. (and they're both so prettyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)

it suddenly feels very hot in the room (or is it just them??)

"I won't take you to bed" "This isn't bed" (bites her lip to not scream some more)

It will never happen again, huh?

Such amazing kissing scene - so much chemistry, heat and desire - i love this.

There's no screenshots because the scene simply needed to be watched - not screenshots time XD

I can't wait for Mut to find out that Rak gets sex and romantic scene inspiration from actually experiencing them -> this confusion would make so much more sense in that case.

I love that they used Peat's photos for google search about Rak. It just fits.

Tha amazing amazing manipulations from Vi, and the sweet innocence from Mook -> those make quite a dangerous and delicious combination. And I have no doubt Vi just loves the attention she gets from Mook. And who could blame her? Mook is so cute.

Another moment when the room feels so damn hot. Gosh, they are so hot! Rak watching Mut in shower, and then making first move! MAKING FIRST MOVE!!! Ahhhh

That lip bite is so aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

THE MARKS! GOSH, THE MARKS!! Mut is quite a biter, isn't he

I have a feeling Vi will make anything she can to keep Mook there in her room. Just a feeling.

Mook ranting how Vi is keeping her from going home and Vi is just nodding along and looking at Mook like Mook's the most adorable. (she so is, Vi's not wrong)

The conversation between Palm and Mut is very interesting, especially the bets part. And of course Mut is certain Rak won't be interested.

Rak is quite possessive, truly quite possessive. I love that so much!!! so so much!! The way he just walks up to Mut and the girls and leans in to kiss Mut on the cheek (i haven't gotten the angle for that particular screenshot, so bear with these two)

"He's mine" - why don't you just kill me now??

The look Rak gives to girls on the table is so aaaaaaaaaaaaa

And Mut is so not complaining about this

Ohhhh, I love a bike ride scene!!

I agree with Mut, Rak is really adorable!!

Of course Palm caught them! Why am I not surprised?

I love the little not-date Mut and Rak are on.

Poor Mut, kicked out of house at 15. I'm curious about what happened to cause that... Though, I really admire the way he's so hard-working and the way he managed to get as far as he has.

Ohhh, they're going diving! Sounds fun (for them exclusively, i could never go diving myself)

Rak's backstory is absolutely making me cry.

I am so thankful Mut got there in time. So thankful

Poor poor poor Rak - i want to give him big big hug.

And that concludes me watching this episode and rambling about it. I have to admit that this episode pulled all the feels out of me - first my brain was brrr-ing for NC scenes, and then I got all soft for ViMook, and then I cried. Such amazing episode, pulling my heartstrings like that.

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alovesreading · 2 years ago

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Constant Repeat Teaser

A/N: Well just as I promised, here is the teaser for Constant Repeat. This is my Alex Turner x OC (f) that I’ve been writing for quite a while now. I love this fic so much, it’s the first one I started to write (my little first born really, it’s my baby) and I truly cannot wait to finish it and share it with you all. Hope you like this little bit from Part 1, see you all soon!

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Ten minutes later, they had started filming. The sun wasn’t setting just yet, only just making its slow way down towards the water and she swore it was out of a painting. The four men were glowing under the sun's rays and it would be a lie to say they all didn’t look stunning.

They were called over to check the videos that had been captured and said it looked really good, so everyone sat down for a bit, waiting for the sun to set.

Ella was sat by the greenery that had made its way through a rock, splashes of yellow flowers on top, hoping the earthy warmth cured the way she was starting to shake from the wind.

“Are you alright?” the question made its way to her ears, words coated in a thick English accent.

An ‘oh’ left her lips when she looked up to find Alex Turner looking down at her, she cleared her throat. “Yeah, just a little bit cold,” she looked at the sea and then back up when she felt his gaze not leaving her, “Are you all enjoying the shoot?”

He sat down beside her on the massive rock, taking his hands out of the pockets of his jeans, “It’s been fun, yeah” he turned to look at her, he was a little bit taller than her when sitting down.

“Have you been to California before?” she hugged herself when a strong wind blew past her, she shouldn’t have trusted California weather and brought a jacket.

“We have a few times. This is the second time we’ve come to record though,” he was looking ahead, but didn’t miss the way she was shaking so he turned to her, “Do you wanna change places? I can block the wind from hitting you” and he was right, if he sat where she was, he could cover her from the wind hitting her left side.

She shook one last time before letting a pathetic “Yes, please” out, he just smiled at her and took her place. A few seconds must’ve gone by when a hard breeze flew by, their new seating arrangement working just as planned, “That’s better, thank you” she said blushing.

Taking a deep breath she continued, “Uhm… I hope you all are liking your stay here, ever-not-so-very-sunny-right-now California”

He chuckled at that, “It has been good to us, yeah”, they looked at each other and she just gave him a tiny nod.

She wasn’t sure what to do next so she just closed her mouth to not say something she might regret, not because it would be bad but because he intimidated her and she feared saying something dumb or embarrassing out of pressure.

So they sat there in silence, one that was surprisingly comfortable as if they were just two lifelong friends enjoying each other's company relishing the old days in their minds, staring out into the deep sea and admiring the reflection of the dying sun on it.

That was until Ben called her, she turned immediately and stood up quicker than she would’ve liked. She opened her mouth to say something to the man sitting down but nothing came out while she struggled to pick the right words in her mind. She settled for a “I’ll see you around”, she leaned down to get her clipboard, dusting off some sand from it and left with a quick pace.

Alex watched her leave, noticing how she listened thoughtfully at the directors and nodded every few seconds, her brows furrowed and writing down a few notes. Mindful of his staring, he fished for his cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans, taking one into his mouth and covering it with his hand while lighting it, due to the still strong wind going around. He blew a cloud of smoke into the air, head slightly tilted back, loving the way he relaxed instantly with just the first drag.

A few minutes must’ve gone by when he was almost done with his cigarette, noticing Ella going around talking to the crew, all of them setting up and getting ready to film. Matt came to where he was at, following the direction of his eyes and landing on Ella’s figure, he laughed a little and shook his head “Alright player, need I remind you you have a girlfriend?”.

Rolling his eyes, Alex settled for not entertaining the teasing, after years of friendship he knew better than that, “Shall we go where we’re supposed to be now?” He put out the last of his cigarette on top of the rock and threw it somewhere behind it.

“Yeah, we’re all ready” the drummer replied and he nodded. Calling the rest of the bandmates, they started walking towards the ocean.

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unsuredreamer · 3 months ago

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😂honestly I can see the random hook up because I personally think that Bridget was really in love with Ella but when Ella ditched her at castle coming it wasn’t just the prank that hurt her but also the fact she lost a friend and even a crush🤷‍♀️.

As for the consequences, I think the prank does happen but it’s not Ella who does it anymore (I’m basing this off of ‘get your hands dirty’). We know Ella doesn’t like royalty and we see why but watching how Ella reacted to Chloe when she asked about Red being bad and what to do it seems like at the end of the song Ella had also sort of had a change in perspective (this is just my theory). I do though think that Ella slowly becomes friends with some of the villains whether that’s Uliana’s crew or a different group but that she also never really gets with Charming (if she does I would imagine he gets pulled to the dark side or he is well 💀). To continue on this idea that they definitely changed something and not in a good way I think Chloe doesn’t necessarily fail to exist but she gets treated like Cinderella and Chad is well Chad but mainly lived with his grandparents. I believe that Ella remembers Chloe and as Chloe got older she realized she looked more and more like the girl she went to school with and so she definitely starts treating her different. As for Bridget yeah she’s nicer but something tells me she also knows something (mind you I don’t remember how the looking glass works if it’s just for people of the royal bloodline or not but while Bridget was looking for the cook book even with headphones on it wouldn’t surprise me if she had taken them off briefly and listened to what Red and Chloe were talking about or even looked at it after they left). Another theory that they won’t do but would be fun is if they actually brought the teen Bridget and Ella from the past back and now have to find a way to take them back before their moms disappear. Or there’s another favorite theory (there’s so many I can’t decide which I like more) but one theory is that Uma was actually supposed to be Uliana’s daughter but was given to Ursula when Uliana was well I’m assuming beheaded by the QoH and while Uma is not 100% different she might definitely have some differences and Uliana is still alive and kicking. The last theory is that when they got back Chloe’s life changes so much that she either fails to exist or is no longer the Chloe that Red got to know.

Wow that was a lot of rambling but there are so many ways the writers can and could have taken this but those are my theories and some that I actually sort of liked.

For my own story I’m definitely using this idea that Ella is now the villain and Chloe is truly in her Cinderella era and the OC will have to be like her Prince Charming (but not for long 👀) because I’m using the idea of shapeshifters and how magic that alters the physical or mental state of shifters just doesn’t work (so like memory wiping or turning someone into a pig or toad just doesn’t work on them but this is only when they are wearing a crystal necklace or ring or something) so the OC sort of knows that something is off. And then we proceed to all three going back in time again and having to figure out what really happened to the QoH and what happened to Ella🙂.

You really shouldn’t have asked… I could do theories for hours🥲😭.

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As much as I loveeee the idea of Bridget being in love with Ella (the fact that she was so merciful just because of a mean prank in school just doesn't sit right with me. And also so her being visibly hurt by Cinderella in the present, implying she was so much 2 faced as others in the song) we wont get two gay ships 😭 especially a mother daughter duo. But i do agree that Bridget might have been in love with Ella and that's why she was so deeply hurt.

I've been theorizing about Ella being the one to pull the prank too, but after rewatching some scenes she kind of looks like she adores Bridget too much to be able to pull such shit out. I'd lean towards more of the theory that she loves her back.

I love the one you got going, Cindy for sure has something change in her after the song. As for ger being a but more villainous- I'd love to see that!

Something like a little teen beach movie 2 would be fun (I need to see more Ruby as Bridget) although they will more likely be going back into the past to fix something they fucked up (Morgie getting the cookbook?¿)

Honestly I think Chloe might change a bit but it'll start kicking off slowly, might be even that their memories start slowly changing but so slowly they are like fuck i don't want to remember a life I've never had we need to go back and fix this.

I want to see the fic sooo bad, I have a feeling its so so so good as how you describe it to me now 😭

I love you rambling so don't worry my love 🫶🏻

Im glad i have someone to talk to about this like this much.

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jxtina-86 · 1 year ago

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Tell Me When It Kicks In - Part 1

Late night conversations in hotel rooms lead to so much more.

Split into two parts - first is Seth/Siobhan. Part 2 is Dean/Becca. See here for the rest of the series/order to read.

Follow-up to Wonderwall

Warning: Language/hints of smut

Rating: MA

I've been waiting all night for you to tell me, Tell me that you need me Tell me that you want me Waiting All night, Rudimental ft Ella Eyre

“Do we really have to go?” I can't help the whine that enters my voice as Siobhan picks through her suitcase.

“Yes.”

I frown at her bent form, my eyes casting down over her towel-covered back to her ass which is barely covered by said towel. I shift uncomfortably from my position in the bed, the sheets doing nothing to hide my arousal as she straightens, clothes in hand and lets the towel fall to the floor.

I curse silently as she slowly slides her panties up her legs, completely oblivious to the torture she's putting me through. Who'd have thought watching a woman dress would be as bigger turn on as watching her strip? I had that pleasure earlier, when she pushed me back onto the bed and slowly peeled away her shorts and tank top, revealing her pale skin to me for the first time in weeks.

WWE has demanded more and more of my time over the last few months, whilst Siobhan's own work has moved away from being exclusively at home, taking her across the country every few weeks. Considering that our first foray into this arrangement didn't start particularly well, we've both been cautious to make sure that we have time for each other. Even if it's just for a few hours on a Wednesday evening before Siobhan heads to the airport early the next day. By the time she returns, I'm long gone.

But despite all this, the effort is still there. Work is banned from any long periods of time we spend together, unless absolutely necessary. We refuse to spend our time exclusively in my apartment. We go out. We go to bars, we drink, we laugh, we crunch our way through bowls of nachos whilst watching the game. We go out to dinner, tease each other in dark corners of restaurants, casually touch each others thighs under the table, exchange soft, lingering kisses next to the car before driving home, her hand in mine as I kiss her knuckles. But on the evenings where we all we want to do is curl up on the couch and order in, our phones are switched off, hidden away out of sight. We surround ourselves with blankets and cushions, tucked away in our own little world.

The tension caused by our chosen employers will always be there. We can never truly escape it. But we do our best. We fight back, fight for a few hours here and there, fight to hear each others voices, even if it's just for a couple of minutes before one of us is hustled off to a meeting or to board a plane.

I haven't seen her in almost three weeks. I arrived at the hotel just after midday, finding it empty apart from her own bags and a note explaining she'd gone to lunch with Lex and Becca. So I headed to the gym, returning a couple of hours later to find her waiting for me. Despite my aching limbs, hunger took over. She felt so damn good in my arms, beneath me, on top of me. Her breath was hot on my ear, letting go of a shaky gasp, a whisper of my name as I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me.

And then she was gone, slipping from the covers and scurrying to the bathroom to shower and get ready for dinner. When I scowled, she'd chuckled and then looked pointedly at the clock and I realised that nearly four hours had passed in what felt like a few minutes. Another afternoon slipping through our fingers, our evening together sacrificed for the sake of being social.

“Where are we going anyway?” I exhale as I finally resign myself to getting out of bed.

“Some Italian place. It's only a block away.”

“And why do we have to go again?”

“They asked, we said yes,” she says, turning to face me and sliding her bra straps into place.

“But–”

She rolls her eyes as she steps towards me, her arms circling my waist. “But nothing. You get me all day tomorrow, remember?”

True. But I want more than that. And she knows it.

“We can order room service, take a long shower together...” Her lips press briefly against my shoulder. “Sleep...”

“Why can't we do that tonight?” My hands run down her back, my fingers plucking at the waistband of her panties.

“Good things come to those who wait,” she tells me with another soft kiss to my skin before pulling back. “And if we don't turn up, Lex will lose her shit. She was very specific about us all going tonight.”

“Why?” I turn to my own suitcase to draw out my wash-bag.

“I dunno. She was acting really weird.”

“How so?” I call over my shoulder as I head to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, stepping inside as Siobhan starts to rattle through her make up on the vanity unit.

“I dunno. She point-blank refused a glass of wine.”

I chuckle. “I doubt that means anything.”

“C'mon, how long have you known Lex? Since when did she ever turn down a glass?”

“Maybe she was driving?” I close my eyes as water pounds my face.

“We were in the hotel restaurant.”

“I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe she just didn't want any.” I wipe the steamed glass with my hand and see Siobhan frowning at her own reflection. “You're reading way too much into this.”

“See, that's where you're wrong,” she turns, pointing at me with a brush. “The plot thickens, Rollins. We finish eating, the waiter asks if we want coffee. Lex pulls out this packet of herbal tea from her purse.”

“She's given up coffee?” I'll give her that, it is kind of weird to think of Lex without a Starbucks glued to her hand.

“Apparently so. I have no idea how though. That stuff smelt horrific and she's just sitting there, drinking it like it's the best damn thing she's had all day.”

My laugh echoes around the bathroom as I dip back under the stream of water to rinse. Siobhan mutters something that I don't hear.

“What's that?” I shut off the shower.

“Doesn't matter.”

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I step behind Siobhan, my hands gliding over her hips as she leans closer to the mirror to line her eyes black. “I'm sure Lex is fine. And if something's up, she'll tell you.”

“I just...” she pulls back, dropping the pencil with a small clatter. “I just feel like a shit friend. I haven't seen her in months, in fact, we've barely spoken. I've been so busy with work and then trying to fit in time with you and–”

My lips press against her neck, interrupting her flow. “You know I would never want you to put me before your friends. I would never hold that against you, you know that right?”

“Of course, but I just... I just feel like I should know what's wrong with her.”

“Nothing is wrong with her. Pretty sure Roman would have said something if there was.”

“I guess...” But she doesn't seem convinced, her brow furrowing as she leans forward again to coat her eyelashes.

I head back out into the bedroom, swiping another towel as I pass and scrubbing it over my head and hair. I'm convinced there is nothing wrong with Lex. Mainly because Roman has been strutting around backstage, his smile so wide, it's like he slept with a damn coat-hanger in his mouth. The guy is beyond pleased about something, yet no-one can get it out of him. I've tried, Dean's tried. Nothing. Jimmy, Jey and Naomi tried. Nothing.

“Life's good, bro.”

That's all any of us get. Life's good.

Siobhan's hand grazes my arm as she brushes past me, as I pull out pants and a shirt from my suitcase.

“Why don't you spend some time with Lex tomorrow?” I suggest as she tugs on black jeans.

“She's flying back home in the morning. But she mentioned about going back to see her mom in a few weeks, so I might go and check in on my apartment for a couple of days and catch up with her then.”

“Right.”

“That's sweet of you though,” she smiles, adjusting her hair which is striking against the green of her shirt. “But tomorrow is about us, like we agreed.”

Slipping on her heels, she approaches me, her fingers smoothing the collar of my blazer. She steps behind me and starts to pull back my semi-dry hair into a familiar knot at the base of my neck. Her fingertips brush against the back of my ears and a shiver ripples through me. Her hands slide over my shoulders when she's done, her body pressed against my back. My eyes drift closed as she presses a soft kiss to my earlobe.

She sighs, pulling back and I groan inwardly. Twisting round, I pull her back into my arms, my fingers brushing a thick lock of hair behind her ear.

“You sure I can't tempt you to start tomorrow now?” I whisper against her lips.

She allows me one, fleeting kiss before pulling back. “Later.”

Later can't come sooner.

---

Siobhan nudges me in the side as Lex covers the rim of her glass with her hand, shaking her head as the waiter offers to pour her wine. I roll my eyes in response, my focus drifting back to the menu in front of me.

“You're really taking this tee-total thing to the limit,” Siobhan comments, lifting up her own glass.

“I'm not tee-total. I'm driving,” Lex responds and I glance up in time to see Roman's hand engulf hers and squeeze softly. Lex's eyes dart up to him and they exchange similar smiles.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Siobhan about to open her mouth again, but the waiter re-appears, asking for our orders. He slowly makes his way through our orders and after I've handed him back my menu, I slip my hand under the table and squeeze Siobhan's jean-clad thigh. She glances towards me and I shake my head ever so slightly, willing her to leave whatever she was about to say unspoken. She widens her eyes in response, pursing her lips together.

She'd continued her examination of the facts as we'd made the short walk to the restaurant, only quitting the subject when we entered and saw the other four already seated. It was the first time I had seen Lex in a few months and whilst I couldn't put my finger on it, there was definitely something different about her. Roman's eyes never left Lex as she hugged both me and Siobhan on greeting, her loose white shirt billowing around her small frame as she moved.

“So Lex, what's the deal?” Dean questions as the waiter pulls back from the table.

“The deal, Ambrose?”

“Yeah, why are you dragging our asses out here for dinner?”

“Ignore him,” Becca smiles apologetically at Lex.

“Ignore me? Darlin', I ain't seen you in weeks. They,” Dean jerks a thumb towards Roman and Lex. “They know exactly what that's like, yet they still drag us out here.”

“Tell me about it,” I mutter, wincing as Siobhan elbows my side. “Hey, what was that for?”

She scowls at me and then turns back to Lex. “So c'mon then. Spit it out.”

Lex almost chokes on her water. “Spit what out?”

“Dean's right. There is obviously something you want to tell us, so let's hear it.”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Roman chuckles, his arm circling around Lex's shoulders and pulling her closer to him.

“What was a bad idea?” Becca's eyes have narrowed, her gaze darting between the couple.

“I wanted to tell them all together,” Lex reminds Roman.

“Tell us what?” Siobhan asks, her impatience clear.

Another smile is exchanged before Lex takes a breath. “Well, we have some news.”

There's a brief pause, only punctured by a gasp from my side. I turn to see Siobhan's eyes start to widen.

“You're pregnant.”

My gaze snaps back towards Lex and Roman, who are both staring at Siobhan in surprise. Lex slowly opens her mouth and then closes it again as if realising that whatever she's about to say has... Well, already been said.

“How–” Roman blinks, breaking the stunned silence.

“I... I guessed,” Siobhan says slowly. “Hang on, I was right?” Her voice shoots up an octave. “You are pregnant?”

“Yes,” Lex finally speaks, a grin slowly transforming her face.

Siobhan lets out a squeal, her chair scraping back as she leaps to her feet. “Lex! Girl, come here!”

I chuckle softly as Siobhan bounds around the table and almost wrenches her friend from her chair to hug her once again.

“Congrats, bro,” I nod at Roman, who grins back almost sheepishly.

“Yeah, man. Fuck,” exclaims Dean. “I feel bad about complaining now. That's amazing news.”

“Thanks,” Roman nods in response, scraping a hand over his face. “She made me promise not to tell you both. Sorry.”

Behind him, Becca is releasing Lex from her own hug of congratulations. I watch with a smile as Lex smooths down her shirt, spreading the material tightly over the slight swell of her belly. Siobhan looks at it in awe, her fingers nervously sweeping across her cheeks as she grins and then pulls Lex back into another hug.

“No worries,” Dean is brushing aside Roman's apology. “Least this explains the permanent grin that's been plastered across your face. We were this close to beating that outta you.”

Roman holds up his hands in surrender. “We had the first scan a few weeks back. I couldn't help myself.” He turns, reaching for Lex. “You got the printout, baby girl?”

Siobhan and Becca return to their seats as Lex retrieves a small square of paper from her purse. Passing it to Siobhan, she points out the head and body.

“Wow,” Siobhan exhales, “He's so tiny.”

“See, told you Pumpkin's totally gonna be a boy,” Roman winks at Lex.

“Pumpkin?” I question as Siobhan passes me the scan photo, pointing out the fuzzy shape in the centre.

“The due date is October,” Lex explains. “And I'm not allowed to use 'it.'”

Just above the body is another spot of white and I suddenly realise it's a hand, raised as if waving at the camera. Passing it to Dean, I watch as Becca leans in to look as well, her head resting on his shoulder as she points out the hand as well.

“So how far long are you?” she asks, passing the scan photo back to Roman.

“Almost 15 weeks,” Lex's hand drops instinctively to her stomach, no longer attempting to hide behind her loose shirt. “But we found out about six weeks ago.” Her gaze turns to Siobhan. “So, it was really just a guess?”

“Well... We–”

“We?” Lex's eyes cut to me.

“Becca and I,” Siobhan corrects her. “We thought it was a bit weird when you turned down wine at lunch. And then coffee. And how you must have gone to the bathroom about five times in the space of two hours.”

“And the only logical explanation was pregnancy?”

“That was all Shiv,” Becca points. “I just thought it was a bit odd, s'all.”

Lex giggles and sighs. “The coffee thing is so damn hard. Like all I can smell is coffee and I'm sitting there drinking this shitty herbal tea because it's the only thing stopping me from vomiting.”

Siobhan's face crinkles in disgust. “That nasty smelling stuff prevents the vomiting?”

“The doctor said it would stop after the first trimester, but this one,” Lex points at her stomach. “This one has decided to continue on past that, just for shits and giggles.”

“You gonna find out if it's a boy or a girl?” Becca asks.

Lex shrugs as does Roman. “We haven't decided.”

“Oh, it's so going to be a boy,” Siobhan grins. “No girl would put their mama-to-be through that. He's gonna be little trouble-maker, breaking hearts wherever he goes.”

Becca chuckles. “Can you imagine if it is a girl though? Poor thing's never going to get a chance to date, not with these three.”

“Damn straight,” Roman nods.

“That's where we come in,” Siobhan nods at Becca. “Show her a few tricks.”

Lex giggles as Roman groans. “No way.”

“What?” Siobhan's face is a picture of mock-innocence. “Oh please, if you have a girl she'll have you wrapped around her little finger the second she opens her eyes.”

“Some boy'll turn up to take her to prom and despite all your scowling, she'll just bat her eyelids at you and you won't be able to say no to her,” Becca chimes in.

“Boys, c'mon, back me up here,” Roman pleads to me and Dean.

“Dude's right,” Dean tells Becca. “Time to get your own back on all those dads that gave us the death-look when we turned up for their daughters.”

“My high school girlfriend's dad took me down to the basement to show me his collection of hunting rifles,” I recall with a grimace. “He didn't say a word, just looked me in the eye and nodded. Then I'm sat in the car with her fucking hand on my thigh and whispering in my ear and all I can think about is those damn guns.”

Siobhan snorts beside me. “You mean he saw through those puppy-dog eyes of yours? What a surprise.”

I squeeze her thigh under the table. “I ain't got puppy-dog eyes.”

Dean is recalling his own memory, with a slightly more violent edge to it. But I'm distracted by the coy look in Siobhan's eye as she bites her lip.

“You do,” she murmurs quietly. “They come out when you beg.”

“I never beg.”

“Oh, really?” She looks up at me through thick lashes. “Sounded like begging earlier.”

I frown. “When?”

She raises an eyebrow in response. “When you were trying to convince me to stay in bed.”

“I'd say I was entitled to use them then.”

“And when I was riding you.”

I swallow hard as she turns back to the rest of the table. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying and failing to shake the image of her hands pressed against my chest as she slowly wound her hips in a figure of eight, my own hands gripping her thighs as my eyes rolled back in my head.

I blink frantically, reaching for my water. Across the table, Lex has shifted her chair closer to Roman's. His arm has snuck around her waist, his hand resting on her stomach. The now-trademark grin is plastered across his face as he looks down at Lex, who is oblivious to his gaze, her own eyes focused on Dean and Becca, giggling at the former's story.

Siobhan's hand slides over mine, resting on the table between us. Her fingers slip between mine, curling our hands into a fist and squeezing. I glance at her out of the corner of my eye and find her watching Roman and Lex too. Her eyes are soft, a small smile tugging at her lips. And then Dean makes a comment and her eyes cut to him, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she responds and my heart pounds.

---

Siobhan rocks against me as I fumble for the room key.

“I can't believe she's pregnant.”

“I can't believe you guessed,” I reply as the door clicks open and I let her enter before me.

I watch as she sits on the edge of the bed, kicking off her shoes before falling back on the crumpled sheets.

“Well, what other news could they possibly have?”

I shrug. “A new house?”

“I doubt they would have announced that over dinner.”

I join her on the bed, relishing in the way she automatically snuggles into my side. My fingers find their way through her hair, slow strokes that make her sigh happily.

“She's over the moon,” she murmurs.

“I know.”

Her hand brushes against my chest, nails scratching softly through my shirt as her lips brush against the side of my neck.

I remember the look on her face as she watched Lex and Roman and my heart starts to pound once again. A few years ago, a look like that would have had me running to the hills and I always found an excuse to extract myself from a girl's life should I ever see that look. All I wanted was company, nothing serious, nothing that required more of me than a couple of hours here and there to leave us both satisfied.

Yet...

Now that look fills me with excitement. I wouldn't say the nerves are completely gone, but they sure as hell aren't going to scare me away. No, seeing that look appear on Siobhan's face makes me want to explore the possibilities that it unearths. That look on her face tells me that there is so much more ahead of us. That look makes me wonder if a similar one has ever graced my face as well.

“You're quiet,” Siobhan whispers. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I'm good,” I tell her, smiling up at the ceiling as she kisses my cheek and sits up.

I shift up onto my elbows, watching as she plucks my discarded workout shirt from the floor, along with her shorts and tank top from earlier in the day. Folding them neatly, she stacks them next to our suitcases before she starts to strip. In her bra and panties, she heads for the bathroom, pushing the door half-closed behind her.

If I close my eyes and blot out the hotel room, it's like we're back in my apartment. The sounds of her moving around the bathroom are as comforting to me here as they are back in Iowa. I love her being in my space, seeing her clothes alongside mine in the closet, opening the bathroom cabinet to find my stuff pushed into a corner, whilst hers takes up the majority of the shelves. I love coming home to find her in my bed or on my couch.

I hate it when I'm there alone.

Everywhere are reminders that she should be there with me. I find her clothes in the laundry basket, her favourite TV shows set up to record. The bedsheets, however clean and fresh, still carry a whiff of her perfume and shampoo. I find her favourite brand of gum stashed in the driver's door of my car, the seat pulled all the way forward, the radio tuned into a station that plays nothing but old school R'n'B.

I forget that she technically still has her own apartment. Not that she stays there often. In the last six months, I could count on one hand the time she's spent there. Her mention of going back there in a few weeks was a stark reminder that none of this is official. I've wanted to broach the subject of her moving in with me permanently for a while now, but for one reason or another, the words don't come. I hesitate. I bite my tongue and push the thought away.

Why?

I told her at the beginning that she was more than welcome to move in with me. I wonder if I should have made it clearer, been more insistent on this becoming official rather than the weird no-mans-land we seemed to have found ourselves in. But at the time, the fact that she was even willing to consider opting for a career path that would allow us to do that just that eventually was enough. It was a big, scary step for the pair of us and neither of us wanted to rush it.

Siobhan comes back out of the bathroom, her face bare, her hair pulled up into a messy knot. She rubs her face with a yawn before tugging out a clean shirt from her suitcase.

“Why bother?” I mumble as I stand and stretch. “Only gonna take it off you in a few minutes.”

She grins. “A few minutes huh? You mean I could actually get into bed before you start pawing at me?”

“Funny.” I squeeze her waist as I pass to the bathroom.

When I return, she's curled up against the pillows, thumbing through her phone.

“That better not be work,” I frown as I remove my shirt and pants.

She twists her hand, giving me a glimpse of her screen. “It's not. I was texting Lex.”

“Surely she'll be a little preoccupied to reply,” I chuckle as I join her in bed.

“Probably. Roman could never keep his hands to himself around her before. Now that she's carrying their baby, he can't help himself.”

“I don't blame him,” I murmur as I curl around her.

“What do you mean by that?”

I yawn, my mind drifting. “If that was you, I'd be the same.”

She stiffens slightly and I silently curse.

“You... You think about stuff like that?” she says slowly, shifting in my arms so she can turn to look at me.

“I...” Fuck.

“Seth...”

“Not really. I just...” That look on her face.

“Not really?”

Her expression is unreadable and I have no idea what to say. I honestly haven't thought about that. It was just an observation, a recognition of how much this pregnancy obviously means to both Lex and Roman, not an implicit hint that one day I want to have the same with Siobhan. I mean, it would be great, but fuck. Not yet.

“I just meant,” I clear my throat. “That if that was me and you, I would think that I would be inclined to do the same. Not that I have thought about that.”

Christ, this sounds just as bad as it did in my head.

“Sounds to me like you have thought about it.”

“I haven't!”

“It's okay, y'know.”

“What is?”

“To think about that. If you want to...” she trails off.

I eye her carefully. “Do you think about that kind of stuff?”

She drops her gaze. “Seth, we don't even live together.”

“You stuff all over my apartment suggest otherwise.”

“I mean officially.”

“Then we can make it official.”

My words are met by silence. I brush the hair back from her cheek, my fingers slipping to under her chin and raising her head so I can meet her eyes.

“I'm serious, Siobhan. You spend most of your time at mine as it is. You've been back to your apartment a handful of times since our anniversary. Sure, it was rough to start with, but we're managing, right? We're making it work, aren't we?”

She gives me the smallest of nods. “I guess.”

“So what's stopping us?” I gently nudge, my heart pounding as she wets her lips.

“Me.”

I swallow hard. “What do you mean?”

“I... I'm scared, Seth.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “What if I fuck up again? What if it's more serious this time? What if you don't want me anymore?”

My arms grip her tightly as I pull her against me under the sheets. “Firstly, that's never going to happen–”

“It might.”

“It won't.”

“Seth–”

“No,” my voice is firm. “Listen to me, Siobhan. I love you. I want to be with you. I want you to move in with me. I want it to be our apartment, not mine.” I take a deep breath. “I want you there. With me.”

Her eyes are wide, unsure.

“I'm serious, sweetheart. I fucking hate being there without you,” I continue. “And I get that it's a big move, I really do. But maybe it's time we did it and see what happens.”

“And what is going to happen?” she murmurs. “With us? We move in together and that goes okay. Then what?”

I shrug. “Whatever you want.”

“I'm selfish, Seth.”

“That makes two of us,” I grin down at her.

“I... I don't know if I want what Lex and Roman have.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“A baby.” She stares up at me, her eyes starting to glisten. “I don't know. I don't know if I want that or not. I look at them and I think that's amazing and a little part of me thinks that maybe, one day... But then I think about what that means and it's too much. But... But if that's what you want, then I don't want to stop you. I don't want you to wait on me to change my mind if that's not going to happen. Because I don't know if I will decide.”

“Hey...” I cup her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “I'm not asking you for anything other than to move in with me.”

“But–”

I brush my lips across her forehead. “I just want to be with you, Siobhan. I just want it to be you and me. If that changes in the future, then we cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“And if it doesn't?” she mumbles against me.

“Then it'll just be me and you forever.”

“I can't let you do that, not if that's–”

“Ssh.” I nuzzle the top of her head. “All I want is you. Nothing more.”

“I'm not saying no.”

“To what?”

“Everything,” she whispers.

I ease her back to meet her gaze once again. “So you'll move in with me?”

“Yes...”

“That's all I wanted, sweetheart. Everything else can wait.”

“Everything else?”

I smile softly, cupping the back of her head as I lower my mouth to hers. “I love you, Siobhan. Maybe one day I'll show you just how much.”

“You already do,” she breathes against my lips as I seek out her hand.

Drawing back, I raise her hand to my lips, brushing against the tip of her finger and then the knuckle, followed by the base as I hold her gaze.

“One day,” I promise her.

---

Part 2 with Dean/Becca incoming...

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quinnick · 2 years ago

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kept-it-sincere · 1 year ago

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Love -vs- Friendship

It was mid-October business was kind of slow that day and he walked into the T-Mobile location I worked at in The Bronx. He was not alone though; he came with a colleague from his job. The fellas worked in the hospital around the corner from where we were located. Person made it clear he only spoke Spanish and needed to buy a new phone. I asked him if he knew what he was interested in since it was close to closing the place but of course, I dealt with him, I wanted that sale. After seeing the phone, he currently had, I suggested a new one that was on promotion and went about transferring his mobile number.

Cheers to the beginning of a new friendship.

So let me tell you, this man that I clearly don’t know, besides now being a customer, goes on to tell his coworker “Yo me voy a casar con ella. Tu vas a ver.” Spanish for “I’m going to marry her. You will see.” His coworker laughed at him and said to him that he is truly the weirdest man he met. I agreed. Like uhhh, dude, why on Gods earth would you make such claims? I thought to myself this dude is insane and I need to hurry up with this new account set-up so he can leave. Though we laughed and giggled deep inside I was nervous and did not want to be rude. So, I let it be. Like every other customer, he left satisfied with his purchase. Thank goodness because I was exhausted and ready to finally go home. Let’s close shop now!

Hands practically frozen, here I am opening the store on an extremely cold Friday in November. As the gates slowly went up, a stranger came behind me, grabbed me and rushed through the doors. Immediately I thought to myself. I’m fucking getting robbed! WHAT NOW? The hell I was! Can you believe it was that guy who claimed was going to marry me? As he released me, he started to laugh so loud but being nervous and shaken up, I yelled at him for doing such things, explained to him how I’m watched on cameras and there’s a possibility that my boss called the cops thinking the store was about to get robbed. He began to apologize to me, frantically told me he does not have papers to be in this country, gave me a soft kiss on my forehead and ran off. While he ran out, I couldn’t help but notice how great his scent was, Issey Miyake, I recognize it being that it is my favorite cologne for a guy during that era.

As I figured, after a couple of minutes’ pasts, boom. Cops arrived. I had to explain to them and later of course to my boss that I knew him, and he was playing a cruel joke on me. The cops were not buying that story and started questioning me as if I had something to do with the situation. Mind you, this is the second time I seen this guy. Like why the hell am I lying to the cops. Let alone allow him to kiss my forehead? He is a creep as it is, but I did not say a word to them. I do not know but something told me not to tell the truth. So, I called my boss and told him what was happening, he knew I’m trustworthy and wouldn’t make things up, so he confirmed my story. Finally, the cops left. Hours had passed by, and he stopped by to apologize to my boss, and he offered us both breakfast and a fresh cup of coffee.

Well years later and he still plays cruel pranks on me. Talk about a way of life huh, Haha. Throughout the years we grew onto each other beautifully. Even became remarkably close friends that trusted one another with everything and shared every moment of life with each other. Enough to hold spare keys to our Apts. Our families grew to love us and knew we would be the best of friends for life. Our siblings and friends of course thought that we would end up together and become the trendiest couple around. It never happened; we respected one another so much to cross those lines. As best friends now, we would style each other before dates, give certain tips, hype each other up and then laugh or joke about how they went at the end of the night. Also being one of the biggest judges to one another, we would point out red flags in partners we dated throughout the years. Let me add that we would point out red flags to one another as well. Sometimes we did not agree but we always respected each other’s point of view and just kept a close eye on it. Don’t forget, he constantly brings up what he told me that day at the store and how he means it. I honestly did not take him seriously. Come on now, how could I?

Couple years had passed by. It was the beginning of summer, June 6 at 2:40am on a Saturday, I called him crying; completely intoxicated. It was my sons’ death anniversary, and I was not taking things well that year. I cried to him about how I miss my son who passed away. How I can close my eyes and still hear his laughter. How his touch was the best I ever felt, when he would place those tiny little hands on my face and just smile with me. After hours talking on the phone, I finally knocked out cold. The next day I woke up to flowers and a handwritten letter reminding me that I’ll always be a great Mom and that everything will be okay one day. We cooked our favorite comfort foods throughout the day and laid-back watching movies till late that night.

Things changed one night though. He called me and said he needed to come over to my place. That something bad happened on his block and he needs to get away from everything. Without hesitation I told him to come over. Once he arrived, all broken sweat as if he was running, he told me how a jeep drove by him and his friends that was outside his building, and people inside that truck just started shooting at them. Explaining to me that everyone was fine and was able to get out of dangers way. He asked if he could stay the night behind what had just occurred. Of course, I refused for him to be out there anyway. That night, we gossiped about all the drama that was going on between the blocks from where he lived at. I was always worried about him because of the lifestyle he lived back then. You know how many times we argued about him leaving the streets alone for good? Thus, way too many times if I must say. It just would not happen though.

Happy New Year!!! Here we are now, years later celebrating the new year in Florida. Friends trip to Walt Disney World. Let me tell you, if you can, do it! The trip was such an amazing experience. The firework show was a spectacular event and to die for! Makes you really fall in love. That’s exactly what happened too, we fell in love. Everyone claimed they knew how we felt for each other, but we always denied it since, again, we never crossed those lines, but people would make their comments here and there. As always, we ignored them.

Time came and went, we’re back to the mother land. The Bronx, everyone finally settled into their homes and caught up to reality again. For a selected few it is a reality they were trying to run from.

It’s roughly about 5am, I heard my phone ringing from a distance. When I answered with was my best friend's grandmother, hysterical crying, she told me “Someone shot him, they tried to kill him!” My heart sank, I rushed right over to the hospital where they took him too. We waited in the emergency room for hours. Finally, the doctor, covered in blood, gave us the most horrific news I had to endure. He did not make it. He lost too much blood before arriving and they didn’t have enough time to perform a blood transfusion. My world literally shattered that day. After his burial service, I decided to stay at his grave. I huddled over his casket crying, I confessed to him how much I love him. How I felt like a horrible friend for not saving him from the streets. But I promise to take care of his grandmother the way he did. Which, still to this day, I do. You know what the saddest part is, there are people that cannot be saved. No matter how hard you try. Sometimes you cannot have somebody just because you love them. Sometimes you should tell others how you truly feel about them. But you must allow them to live their lives. No matter how hard that is for you, certain people come into your life as a blessing. Learn to see what that is and appreciate them until they’re gone, because one day God is going to need them back home.

#best friends #love #short stories #what if #love vs friendship #real talk #real life #truth #happy #sad #excited #new york #kept it sincere

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ellana-ravenwood · 4 years ago

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The art of taking care of the woman you love - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : You’ve always had really bad period pains. You learned to live with it, and to take care of yourself during those times...Up until a certain Bruce Wayne came into your life, and made it his mission to be there for you.

For @meghan-maria, who gotta be the sweetest out there :), and for anyone who ever had really bad period pains. I hope you will like it :

TW : periods. It’s obvious given the theme, but I guess we never know and better safe than sorry.

My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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The First time it happened

It’s the fact you cancelled your planned date with him without an explanation that makes him worry.

“Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Will see you tomorrow !”

You never did that before, and you two were so busy neither of you would miss a date really. Not unless something bad or important happened. But then in that case, you would’ve told him, no ?

It made him so anxious. And he was starting to clearly overthink things.

Were you maybe...having second thoughts ?

You and Bruce made your relationship official not long ago, was the media’s pressure becoming too much ? You told him you’d be fine, but after a few months experiencing the plague that were paparazzi and invasive questions, did you change your mind ?

Or maybe it was because of the whole Batman thing ? You discovered that a while ago, even before making your relationship official so...why would you change your mind about it now ?

Maybe he came home with too many cuts and bruises. Maybe you were freaking out ? He would understand if you did.

Or...There was a last option that came to his mind : he upset you somehow.

It was entirely possible, sometimes he could get stuck in his own mind, and be a jerk without even truly realizing it. He knew that fact very well about himself. It was often the reason of how he ruined multiple relationships, friends or more.

The way he sometimes just got too focused on his vigilante work. Too obsessed. And could be stuck in a “dark mode” like you’d say...

But, he also knew that you never took any of his shit. You would’ve told him if something was really the matter, right ?

Right ?!

Should he ask Alfred if he noticed anything ? His butler, and surrogate father, always saw things that escaped him. Especially when it came to feelings.

This was a less known trait about Bruce, but ever since he was a child, he’s always been anxious. He was usually really good at hiding it, and his “Brucie Wayne” persona made everyone think it wasn’t possible for him to be anything else but confident and cocky but...it wasn’t true.

Especially when it came to those he cared about. Especially when it came to you.

You loved him despite his flaws, accepted him fully, without any conditions. It was the first time it ever happened, that he LET it happen...So, with this simple plan cancellation that was quite unlike you, he freaked out a bit.

In the middle of the day, he finally decided to call you. One. Two. Three tones before you picked up, and oh. Oh he felt so relieved to hear your little “hello ?”

At the same time, his worry peaked. Was it just him, or did you sound really weak ?

“Hey honey, just wanted to check if you were alright ? Your text was a little short, and I know you don’t owe me any explanations of course, but I just wanted to check on you. You know. I-um...”

Clumsy Brooshy.

It made you smile, the way he could be a little flustered and lose his words, when with you. And it made you smile even wider that he chose to call you to make sure everything was ok.

Sweet Broosh.

If you really didn’t want to talk to him, you wouldn’t have answered. And he wasn’t the kind of man to “insist”. He would’ve left a voice message, and leave you alone until you felt like calling him back. Bruce was most definitely not invasive...but at the same time, you’d never leave him worrying for no reasons, knowing how anxious he could be.

The truth was, your text was short because...You didn’t know how to tell him the reasons you needed to cancel your date. You didn’t want to embarrass him. Men didn’t really like to talk about what you currently were suffering from.

You also were a little embarrassed yourself, because the entire society surrounding you made you feel wrong for having periods.

Periods.

One week a month. Every single months. That was a lot.

Especially for you because...you always had complicated and difficult periods. Painful. Making you feel like you couldn’t move. The pain making it impossible for you to even get out of bed for long.

You and Bruce had been dating for a while but...weren’t periods sort of a taboo subject ? You didn’t really know how to tell him. Especially since most men really seemed uncomfortable with the all thing.

Of course, you should’ve know Bruce wasn’t “most men”.

“Baby, are you there ?”

“Um yes yes, sorry I was lost in thoughts.”

“Are you ok ? You don’t sound right.”

The most observant man in the World was obviously going to realize your voice sounded weaker than usually. The truth was, you were trying really hard to keep it steady as pain filled your being.

“Yes yes, I’m ok, just feeling a bit...under the weather ?”

“Is there anything I can do ? Is it a cold or something ? If so, I can bring you buy some chicken noodle soup, and pick up any meds you might need.”

You almost cried at his words.

Super busy bee Bruce Wayne was telling you he’d go out of his way to bring you what you needed...It made you crack a little.

He was too damn nice. And your hormones were in shambles. It was very easy right now for you to cry.

This. How willing he was to help you, how he immediately asked if he could...Was what made you say the truth without thinking twice :

“I’m-I’m on my periods. They’re usually- They’re usually bad.”

“Oh.”

His response scared you a little bit. Were you right, was this maybe too much, too soon ? You were about to add something when he said :

“I’ll be there in about an hour, if it’s ok with you ? If you prefer to be alone I can send-”

“No ! No, I would love for you to come. I just-I wasn’t sure-I-”

“It’s ok. I understand. See you in a bit, love you.”

“Love you, too.”

On that note, Bruce hung up and leaves you with a wild beating heart.

************

Exactly an hour later, your doorbell rings.

With difficulties, you stand up, and go open the door. Surely enough, it’s your boyfriend.

“Hi.”

He has a bag in his hand, and you melt a little at the soft look and smile he gives you (even if there’s clear concerns behind it). You let him in, and go sit on the couch, even if just sitting up is already too much.

“Do you want to lie down ?”

“No. No I’m fine. You came all the way here, I can’t just stay in bed haha.”

“Of course you can.”

There’s a small silence for a little bit. Not awkward, you’re just not quite sure what to do. Should you go back to bed ? You really want to. And clearly, he understands. He always does.

“Ok.”

You stand, and wince because moving really makes everything worst. He approaches you, worried, but doesn’t dare to touch you and just follows you into your room. You get back in your comfy bed, under your comfy comforter.

Another silence. Until he breaks it, taking something out of the bag he was carrying and saying :

“So. I wasn’t sure you had a hot water bottle, I don’t ever recall seeing one in your apartment. So I bought one on the way just in case. Sorry if you don’t like the color, I can pick another one up later. It’s just, the woman on YouTube said that heat pads and hot water bottles were great.”

“The...woman on YouTube ?”

“Yes, I watched a video on menstruations on the way here.”

For a few seconds, you just stare at him, stunned. Never EVER in your entire life did you think you would hear THE Bruce Wayne say those words one day.

“A video on menstruations ?”

“Well, yes. Obviously, I don’t have periods. So I have no idea what it feels like. So I watched a video, to understand the process. And also so that you wouldn’t have to explain anything to me. You know what periods are, you don’t have to educate me on it. It’s not your job. And I definitely don’t want to sound patronizing about it. So I watched a video, and read a few articles. I won’t say I know how it feels, but I understand it more. Tell me if I ever step my bounds at any moment..”

You can’t help but smile, even as your lower belly is on fire. Ah. Of course he would search things about it. Bruce was the kind of man to be thorough in his researches before tackling a problem. As Batman, he always tried to know everything there is to know about a situation before finding any solutions. But he was like that in real life too.

And it particularly touched you that he did it so you wouldn’t have to explain...You had an ex, once, who sat down with you to talk about menstruations and it sort of drove you crazy. He thought it was nice, but your hormones were wreaking HAVOC and he was trying to explain to you how periods work and what it felt like ??? Give you advice about it and that it would be fine if you did what he said ?? Excuse me ??? As if you didn’t try everything already to feel less pain. And as if, as a woman, you didn’t know what it felt like or what it was exactly...

And there came Bruce. Reading up on it. And knowing he would never quite know how it feels. But educating himself so he won’t say something that could trigger you in any way.

Sweet sweet man...If only people knew.

He caressed your cheek softly, before whispering :

“Then I-I watched something on endometriosis, because I read in a previous article it felt horrible. And you said your periods were bad, when we were on the phone. It sounds awful. Do you-...Have endometriosis ?”

You shake your head weakly. Endometriosis was one of the reason why your periods were so painful and dreaded. And the worst ? It was a sickness many people said didn’t even exist.

A woman being in pain during her periods ? Drama queen. Right ? It didn’t hurt that baaaaad. See, some women didn’t feel anything, just bled for a bit and moved on with their months. So obviously every women felt the same. Some were just being too sensitive...

Endometriosis was still, even to this day, a rather unknown illness and one that was rarely taken seriously. Some people just couldn’t even fathom you being in pain because of your periods, so much so that you couldn’t move.

That you occasionally fainted, that you couldn’t eat much because it made you vomit, that you had awful migraines, stomach ache and back pain. That you couldn’t focus or sleep because of it. No.

No those were just “made up symptoms” because you were “weak”...What awful things to say, right ? It was even worst to hear. Someone telling you this, as you felt like you were dying because of the pain, made you feel GUILTY to have painful periods.

But it wasn’t your fault ? IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT ?! Nor were the moodswings, the cravings, the fatigue...

You hated going to the doctors when you were younger, because you knew he wouldn’t believe you when you said your periods hurt...

Anyway. Even without endometriosis, women who had bad periods pain were rarely taken seriously. Unless they met another woman who felt the same. Then they’d feel like they weren’t alone, or crazy. Like there were others who felt bad too.

Every woman was different. And you unfortunately never met someone else with the same problems than you...

You felt very alone, for so long, and it was enhanced by your hormones going crazy and the pain being unbearable at times.

And then, in come Bruce.

Your Broosh.

“Ok. Well. I brought you some of your favorite food. And um, I picked up some snacks if you want to do a movie marathon ? I brought all The Lord of the Rings extended editions. I got heat pads and a hot water bottle like I said. We can also just cuddle and relax if you prefer, I read that physical comfort was good ? Or, I can leave everything here, settle you in properly, and leave you alone. Just, tell me what you need my love ?”

What did...you need ?

Nobody ever asked you that. Nobody. Not even your parents.

What did you need ?

The answer came quickly.

Him. You need him. His warmth. His large and soothing hands. His comforting presence. His calming voice.

You knew you were in love with him since a while now. You exchanged “I love yous” already. But never did you feel as much love for him as right now, seeing him sitting in front of you, asking you what you needed...

A simple action. Simple words. And yet, it meant everything.

“What do you need, honey ?”

The concern in his eyes, and how he was very obviously ready to do whatever you wanted him to.

It already made you feel better. The physical pain didn’t go down, that’s not how it worked unfortunately. But the emotional anguish ? Gone.

Because he was there.

Without even realizing it, you started crying. This was too much for your heart, too overwhelming. It meant the World, in that moment.

It meant the world, to you and your overworked hormones. And so you cried. You cried hard.

Without thinking twice, Bruce moved towards you. Taking his coat off and leaving it on the floor (Alfred would scold him about this for sure), he climbs in your bed and engulfs you in his arms. And it’s so warm and comforting, comfortable, too.

“Just tell me what you need..”

He whispered to you, in his deep calming voice, his fingers running soothingly through your hair.

“Could you just...keep holding me ?”

He smiles softly, and says :

“Of course.”

He never, and never would, shy away from comforting you in any way. If you needed to have a good cry in his arms, so be it. And if you just needed him to be there, he would be there.

You cuddled for a bit, the soothing circles he rubbed on your back doing wonders to make you feel relax. He brought some essential oils, that he massaged on your belly before filling the hot water bottle and laying it there...It relieved the pain a little bit, as you started a marathon of your favorite movies.

He took great care of you all day long, answering your every need even as you didn’t dare to ask...as if he could read your mind. You almost suspected he really could. You never felt so in phase with anyone before like you did with him.

You had been together for less than a year. Although your anniversary was right around the corner. But him coming over as soon as he knew you weren’t feeling well. Him educating himself on what was it that hurt you...

If you weren’t sure yet that he was the one...You knew now.

It sucks to be a woman, sometimes

Bruce never knew periods could be that bad. Well, of course, he was a guy. And “periods” was never really a subject he talked about with anyone. He never really paid attention to it, like many men really.

Until he saw you while on it.

He knew you. He knew you were a tough lady. Once, you broke your leg while on a date with him. A silly accident really. Involving an ice rink, and an overzealous you chasing a hockey puck...Long story short, you ended up with a bad break. And you barely said a word about it.

Bruce had his bones broken many times, he knew the pain of it. It was one of the pain he hated the most, along with burns. One he dreaded the most. And you took it like a champ.

The break was bad enough you even needed surgery, yet you kept smiling at him (he might’ve feel bad that he let his over-competitive mind take over, “pushing” you to really want that puck...but of course, it was not his fault, after all, you too were very competitive, it was a pure accident). Saying you were fine, and that it’d be ok.

He always hated seeing you hurt, it hurt him too. Inside. And scared the Hell out of him, to even think about you being harmed. So that day, he was rather frantic. You staying calm helped him, which made him feel a little guilty that even as you were the hurt one, you reassured him.

But then you reminded him the roles were often reversed when he came back hurt from a rough vigilante night...You always had the right words to ease his mind.

Anyway. That one time, after badly breaking your leg, you stayed rather calm and collected. But when you had your periods ?

He never knew it could hurt so much. You couldn’t hide your pain, or pretend everything was alright.

It was clearly a really bad moment to go through.

He knew about the terrible migraines, being unable to sleep which made everything worst, feeling like your lower belly was being twisted from the inside, being sore all over for no reasons, not being able to move...

Seeing you, was enough for him to know that periods sucked.

“Being a woman is the worst, sometimes!”

You’d often say during those moments, and he’d just soothe you, wishing he was in your place...

He hated when you were hurting. It hurt him too. Inside.

And never. NEVER would he doubt that you were in real pain. Because unlike the doctors who kept telling you it was in your head, he knew you. He saw you get injured before. He knew you were tough. So for you to not be able to pretend everything was fine...

You were hurting. Badly. And it was awful. But he believed you. He believed you and that’s all that mattered to you.

Space

He also knew how to give you space when you needed it, though.

He would be here if you needed him, bring you any food you craved, giving you relaxing massages, rubbing essential oils on your belly, filling up your hot water bottle etc etc.

To be honest, his reaction to you being on your period is what made you sure he would be a great father one day...And you were right.

Not a perfect father.

But oh. Oh he cared. And wanted so much to do good...

And he knew.

He knew exactly when he had to be there, and when he had to give you space.

His hoodie

Bruce couldn’t always be with you when you had your periods, of course.

He often took time off to be. But it was unrealistic to think he could be 24/7 with you the entire week.

And sometimes, when he was away, you really suddenly craved his presence...So you came up with a trick.

You stole his clothes.

Particularly, hoodies he often wore when hanging out casually in the Manor.

First of, they were very comfortable. And second, and most importantly : they smelled like him.

They were warm, had his scent, and you could fall asleep feeling like he was almost there.

Bruce couldn’t count the number of hoodies he lost to you....Then again, after a while, you’d ruthlessly abandon one because it stopped smelling like him, and would steal another one.

Of course, he never minded. In fact, beyond the fact hoodies were nice and comfortable, he started to wear them a lot while in the house or during times he didn’t need to wear a suit (in every sense of the term), specifically because he knew you’d steal them when you felt lonely.

It was cute. And it made his heart beat faster just thinking about it.

Nobody.

Nobody ever needed him that much before. Nobody ever loved him so much that sometimes him not being around was distressing.

Of course, he felt the same. And the knowledge that you too, would sometimes feel lovesick when you were separated for too long...Filled his heart to the brim with the best feelings.

For so long, he thought someone being dependable of him, and him being dependable of someone was bad...Oh, how he was wrong.

It’s not because you open your heart to someone that you’ll get hurt, or that they’ll use it against you. You just have to find the right person...

So. Yes. He will always cancel plans just to be with you.

To bring you hot water bottles whenever you need. To cook your favorite food and snacks. To be there during all your mood swings, and endure even if you’re not the nicest to him (it’s not your fault). To watch your favorite movies. To let you sleep in and run your errands...

Periods sucked.

He didn’t need to be a woman to know that.

So he was there. Right there. For you. Taking care of you. And he would forever be there for that.

But when he wasn’t ?

Then he’d strategically leave one of his hoodie near the bed, so you could steal it, and comfort yourself with his smell...

Mood Swings

“Brooooooooooosssssh...”

You’re crying. You’re crying !

And it makes Bruce panic. You cry very rarely, so when you do it means something really bad must’ve happened or..or...

Bruce makes a quick calculation in his head and...Yup.

It’s that time of the month again.

Already ? Poor you..

This means that tomorrow, you’ll be a mess as everything will hurt too much, and today, the eve right before, you’re overly emotional.

Hence you clinging to him right now, sobbing while repeating “I love you so much Bruce, I love you soooo much”.

Hormones could really turn your head around. Right at the start of your period, before the pain, you had a rush of many emotions.

You could either get very irritated for no reason (like “WHY IS THIS FLOOR ON THE FLOOR ?!”) or cry at everything. Right now, you were crying because you realized you loved your Broosh to death and you just had to tell him and you didn’t want him to go that night and...ah...

“It’s alright, it’s alright my love. You’re ok. We’re ok.”

He lets you cry in his arms, of course. And already made the decision to not go out tonight, and stay with you. Kate could take over. He couldn’t leave knowing your emotions were doing quite a trick on you...

************

Your mood swings during your periods were particularly bad.

You guessed it went in pairs with all the pain. Of course, not just one thing had to be exacerbated. Oh no. EVERYTHING bad about periods had to be turned to the max for you. Otherwise, were was the fun, right ? Sarcasm.

You’d get irritated for no reasons. Then feel bad and cry for hours. To then feel ridiculously giddy once again for seemingly no reason...and then suddenly a burst of anxiety would attack you.

It was a circus in your mind, and in your body.

You couldn’t focus on anything. You couldn’t sleep properly. You felt awful all the time. Everything hurt. God...

And there he was. Bruce. Taking the brunt of your bad moods without saying a word. He knew it wasn’t your fault. That you didn’t mean it. That your hormones dictated your behavior against your own will.

He knew.

And he was there.

He was there.

“Every little moment is important, Son” - Thomas Wayne, to Bruce during the Flashpoint events.

“Bruce ? What are you doing here ? Thought you had important meetings ?”

“They weren’t that important.”

“Really ? Lucious said-”

“Lucious is overdramatic. Anyway, Tim is taking care of it.”

“...You’re letting our sixteen years old son taking care of the future of your company ?”

“To be honest, he’s probably more competent about it than me.”

“...That’s actually pretty accurate. But, why did you cancel things ?”

“Because it’s this unpleasant time of the month, right ?”

“Oh. You don’t have to-”

“I absolutely do.”

Disappearing for a few seconds, your husbands comes back, wearing one of his favorite silk pajamas (and by “his” favorite, he really means : he knows you love them and think they look good on him, but won’t ever admit it because they’re “damn pajamas, it’s silly”...but he likes to please you). He then climbs in bed with you, and settles comfortable against you.

“So, what’s the program today ?”

This wasn’t unusual, for him to do this when you were on your periods.

In fact, it was almost a ritual. Delegating his works to others, so he could take care of you.

Ever since that first time, all those years ago, things didn’t change much. He would ask you what you need, you’d tell him, and he would do it happily.

He knew it was a tough moment for you, physically, hormonally, mentally...Having your periods sucked. So he was there. Right there.

The words his father...Well, not really his father. The “Thomas Wayne” of another dimension. What his father would’ve become if he died that fateful night, instead of his parents. Regardless, to him, it was his father.

The father that never saw him grow up and became the man he was now...Yet who had important words for him.

“Take advantage of every little moments, you never know when it’ll end.”

Those words stuck with him. Because it was true. It only took a few seconds in an alleyway for his whole world to turn upside down...Why would it take any less for it to completely change now too ?

What if something happened to you ? And he didn’t spend enough time by your side ? Or to his kids ?

There was a time, being Batman was everything to Bruce. Because he was angry, lost, and devastated.

But over the years...Over the years this role stayed important. But he expended his vision. He included others in it.

So. Yes. He would treasure those small moments with you. And if it meant taking a day and night off to take care of you during a rough time, then he’d do it. If it meant missing work (both his works) because one of his children was sick, so be it.

He was Batman. But he was also a husband. A father.

And now...Now he knew his priorities.

He’d never stop being Batman. Never.

But he knew now. He knew there was more to life than this dark world he thought he’d get stuck in till the end of his life.

“I was about to watch a movie.”

“A movie it is. If you want me here, of course.”

“Do you even have to ask ?”

“To make sure you’re ok ? Always.”

“-sigh- Yes. Yes Bruce, I want you here. I want nothing else, in fact.”

“Ah, not even pop-corn ?”

“...Once we’ll have pop-corn, I’ll want nothing else.”

“Um, why is there tampons in your drawer ??”

One day, one of Bruce’s associate, Carlton, needed some paperworks to finish a deal, and came into his office. Bruce was on the phone, and gestured to him to just pick the papers up in one of his desk’s drawer.

Only the man misunderstood and opened the wrong drawer and...

“What the-Why is there tampons and pads in your drawers ?”

He asked, half-bewildered half-amused. Bruce finished his phone call, and answered :

“Why wouldn’t there be ?”

“Um, are you a woman ?”

“No, but my wife, who often come to this office, is.”

“Jeez Louise Bruce, never pegged you to be such a simp haha ! Oh man, they’re even “organic”, how far can you go for one woman right ? Haha joking of course, or maybe..haha !”

There was something in the tone Carlton took that brushed Bruce the wrong way. Something disrespectful and irritating. Not disrespectful to him, as if he cared to be called a “simp” (by a grown ass man by the way, which made it even more ridiculous). No. He didn’t care. But..This was his wife, they were talking about, in the end.

“A...”simp” ? Because I have items who can be useful to my wife in my desk drawer ? A place in which she often comes, as I already said ?”

His voice was cold, and Carlton definitely noticed. He always thought Bruce was an affable man, but sometimes...Sometimes he had something almost scary in his eyes.

Ah, but Carlton wasn’t the kind of man to really take this things seriously. And he added :

“Come on Bruce, don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous ?”

“No.”

“I just think it’s funny you have a drawer full of those things.”

“As I said, my wife comes by often, and might need it sometimes. I keep them here for her. It often came in handy you know.”

“Don’t say that, that’s so gross.”

“Why ?”

“Just thinking about it.”

“Just thinking about something my wife, but also yours by the way, have no control over ?”

“My wife doesn’t- We just don’t talk about it.”

“Well I guess yes. Or you wouldn’t react that way. Do you not take care of her when she has her periods ?”

At the word “periods”, the man opened his eyes wide, which made your husband roll his. It truly TRULY baffled him that this dude was being grossed by OBJECTS and most likely didn’t take care of his wife ? How could you love someone and not want to comfort them ?!

“Well, I don’t think she- I- She doesn’t - I ...It’s embarrassing, no ?”

“No.”

“Well, maybe it’s not with your wife but with mine it has been. She asked me a few times to buy pads for her.”

“Why would it be embarrassing ? I can assure you, nobody is going to think it’s for you.”

Carlton’s face was steadily going red. He said :

“It’s just something we don’t talk about.”

“Why not ?”

“It’s just...gross and...”

“Why is it gross though ? Why do you think that way ?”

“I mean, you know what periods are right ?”

“Of course I do. It’s something happening to a very large chunk of our population, and that is a natural phase in their life. Do you think your wife wants to have periods ? Most likely not. Mine definitely doesn’t. But she does. So I do keep pads and tampons here in case of an emergency, in case she has nothing else on her.”

“Nothing else ?”

“Do you think only pads and tampons exist for women’s periods ?”

“I-”

“It’s not hard to read up on it a bit. Especially when someone as close as your own wife is a “victim” of it."

Awkard silence. Clearly, the man was uncomfortable. Bruce sighed, and said :

“Just go take care of those papers.”

Evidently relieved, his associate almost ran out of the room.

Bruce kept thinking about how funny Carlton thought it was to have pads in his drawers. How he was about to mock him further before he got called out. “Simp”. If taking care of the woman he loved meant being a simp, then whatever.

Bruce couldn’t stop thinking about his associate’s words. And it gave him an idea...

The next day, every newspapers and local news channel talked about how the (Y/N) Wayne Foundation gave millions of dollars to every school and public places in the country to provide free tampons and pads to women. And how Bruce Wayne became a huge advocate of the “period positivity” movement his wife started.

“Periods shouldn’t be taboo.”, he said in his speech for the grand-opening of thousands and thousands of free pads distributors.

When the kids are around.

Dick

Dick was little when he first witnessed what your periods did to you, and he downright panicked when you fainted in front of him while you two were shopping for Bruce’s birthday present !

That morning when you woke up, you knew you were going to have your periods. You always felt it in your bones, a little bit before it truly started...But you also promised little Dickie you’d help him chose a gift for your husband.

You hated breaking your promises. Especially the one you made to your kid. He was just nine, and already experienced so many heartache...You couldn’t just break a promise you made to him, no matter what.

So you went anyway, knowing there was a high chance you’d feel ill during the day. You were hoping, in fact, your periods wouldn’t truly start up until the evening, and so you could spend the day with your son.

Alas...

“Mom ? Mom !? Someone help !!”

Your fainting during your period never lasted long. Just a sudden drop of energy, feeling dizzy, and falling...you woke up fast. Opening your eyes to see your baby boy with tears in his eyes. You knew what happened, and reassured him immediately.

You refused to call an ambulance, and instead called Alfred to ask if he could come pick you two up (you would NOT risk driving while in this state).

And there you were, sitting on a bench with your son while waiting for Alfred who would be there as soon as it takes to get from Wayne Manor to Gotham’s City Center.

“Are you sure you’re ok ?”

“Yes, don’t worry, this is normal.”

“Fainting is not normal !”

Dick looked so distressed...Should you tell him what was going on ? But he was such a young child.

Ah. But you were amongst the people who thought that kids weren’t as stupid as many people thought. And that they could handle the truth, especially this kind of things.

Understand what was happening to you would surely easy his mind. And make him understand, and act accordingly in the future. Wether with you, or a possible girlfriend ?

So you do just that.

You explain to him what is going on. You don’t give too many scientific details, but you explain as best you can so he understands.

“And every women has it ?”

“Every women have periods yes. But not everyone’s hurt.”

“Why do yours hurt ?”

“We don’t really know. I guess I wasn’t lucky ?”

“Scientists don’t know ?”

“Well, research on it are rather recents to be honest.”

“Why ? Women had it long ago too no ?”

“Yes, but it was a little taboo.”

“Why ?”

“Patriarchy.”

“Oh, damn patriarchy.”

You laugh. You knows he didn’t understand your answer, said as a joke to yourself. But it’s absolutely adorable how he immediately sides with you anyway.

“When I grow up, I’ll be a scientist. So I can help.”

“Ah, I thought you wanted to be an adventurer like Indiana Jones ? Or “whatever dad is doing I want to do it too” ?”

“Well. I can do more than once things at the same time, right ?”

“Sure you can. You can do anything.”

He smiles at you, and get closer for a little cuddle. And that’s how Alfred finds you two, your son hugging you, and you hugging him back, on a bench in the streets...

************

After the initial panic, Dick made it his mission to take care of you. He got really scared when he saw you faint, and would actually be a little...overbearing.

When he knew you were on your periods, he’d literally forbid you to walk around, and would make sure you had everything you needed.

His attentions, plus Bruce’s, made you feel like periods weren’t so bad in the end ?

Even as a grown up, Dick would often come by the manor with your favorite cake, for example, when he knew you didn’t feel well. And he would still get strict with you if he saw you roaming around and getting too busy while he knew you were in pain.

He’d do whatever you had to, for you. Wether it was cleaning things up, picking groceries...Running any errands for you, so you could rest.

You were definitely grateful. Even if sometimes, you wish you could just tell him to ease up a bit...Ah. But how could you really ?

The trauma Dick felt when loosing his parents made him overprotective and rather intransigeant. This was just how he was. And you always loved all your children unconditionally. You could take him being a bit too overprotective sometimes, because oh, oh he brought so much in your life...

Jason

You having really bad periods is the reason why when Jason, as a child or an adult, heard anyone say to a girl : “Jeez, why you so moody are you on your periods ?!”, would get mad.

It was cute to see his little ten years old self lecture grown adults about it : “Periods are really tough on a girl ! It’s not their fault is they don’t feel well or have mood swings, be more empathetic !”.

And it was still cute to see him as an adult glare at those who’d say this and give them a sermon about why it was wrong, and they better not say it again “or else” (and when a man like your son said the words “or else”, literally no one wanted to find out what he meant by it).

Once, someone told him, sarcastically :

“Wow, you drunk a lot of “respect women juice” huh ?”

“What is that even suppose to mean ? I’m being a decent human being. You should try it sometimes. If respecting women is so foreign to you, that hearing me say what I said is funny and ridiculous, reassess your life mate.”

It’s really not like anyone really wanted to argue with your son. Besides the fact he was very tall, and as a vigilante definitely worked out a lot...he had a “dangerous” air about him. It was his eyes maybe, daring anyone to argue and making them understand he wouldn’t back down without a fight ?

Ah. But if only people tried to look beyond that. If they only tried to know your son.

They’d realize he’s the sweetest little buddy around.

It surprised people that you still called him “little buddy” even as he was fast approaching his mid-twenties. But for you...

For you he was still that little, sweet Jay he was before he died. The one that you could still see sometimes, behind all his anger, trauma and hurt.

Ever since he was a child, Jason always felt everything more than anyone around him. He was an “hypersensitive” child. When he was angry, he was enraged. When he was happy, he was the happiest boy on Earth. When he was sad, it was hard to console him.

When he grew up, and all those bad things happened to him...This trait of his got even more enhanced. It was sometimes hard to reach him under all those negative emotions...Yet. Yet you managed to do it.

Bruce too...But that was another story.

For now, you just always felt extremely proud that your son was actually not as harsh as some people thought (the same mistakes they all kept making about your husband...you hated this kind of assumptions).

He always stood up for the underdogs. And was always respectful, and would voice his opinions.

Like how he hated when people told women : “ugh are you on your periods ?!” if they were being just a tiny bit difficult (sometimes, not even).

As a kid, Jason would worry a lot about you when you were on your periods. He hounded Bruce to know if you were ok, which your husband didn’t mind, of course. But he never quite dared to “bother you”.

Of course, he would never bother you. But Jason was a complicated kid who always worried too much. He didn’t want to get in your way, or annoy you.

So he had little quiet actions for you.

Like getting your slippers warm when you’d wake up, by placing them near the radiators all night and putting them right beside your bed before you’d wake up. Or bringing you hot beverages. Baking your favorite treats, and leaving them in strategic places so you’d see it. Or scolding his dad when he thought he wasn’t taking care of you enough haha.

Jason was a good kid. Nobody would ever change your mind on that. He was a good kid, to whom bad things happened. Yet he never strayed from his principles...No matter how people could see his recent actions.

Jason was a good kid.

He was your kid.

As a child, he hated this week during which you had your periods. He dreaded them as much as you did. Just like Bruce, he had a hard time standing you being hurt...

As an adult. It was the same. And he still had little silent actions to make you feel better. To make your day easier.

That was Jason for you.

Such, such a good kid...

Tim

Tim, very much like his father, was a boy who needed to always have a plan, and to know everything before finding solutions.

When you were on your periods, he’d always know. Because he kept a calendar about it.

Some people might find it weird, but...Why ? He kept count of the days to know when you’d have your periods, so he could act accordingly. So he wouldn’t be caught off guard by one of your mood swings. And so he could take care of you ??

It was an act of care, to keep track of your periods. Sometimes, he even knew before you when you were going to have it.

People who thought it was weird to kept such a calendar, were the same people who thought periods were gross and a taboo subject.

Sure, it was definitely not very glamorous. But it was part of half of the World’s population life ?? Why keep it taboo and refusing to talk about it ?

Tim immediately, just like his dad, did a lot of research on women’s menstruations...Which got you to be called in his principal’s office once.

The man was worried, and unhappy that your son was reading a magazine “for woman” about “menstruations”, he thought the topic was vulgar and inappropriate.

Your son was 13. Which was also the age many of his girl friends were experiencing their first periods. And that principal was out there, scolding him because he talked about it, making an entire generation of little girls thinking they were wrong for having periods ?

Needless to say, you got rather mad. And the principle never called you ever again (if he had to call, he was always making sure to get your husband on the line, and not you).

And so Tim kept learning everything possible about it, in the hope also to find the perfect remedies to ease your pain. He tried a lot, to help you out. Gave tricks to Bruce, too.

And so, kept a calendar.

This allowed him to know if something was wrong, as well.

He was the first one to guess you were pregnant with Thomas, because of his calendar. And one time, you had hormonal problems and he’s the one that told you you should check an endocrinologist because you’d been too irregular with your periods time !

Yes. Just like his dad, Tim needed to know a situation fully before acting. And seeing him trying to know as much as he could in order to help you was...why, it was the most adorable thing in the world.

Cass

Cass’ periods were not painful, and you were so glad for her.

To her, it was a mild annoyance, there was no pain, it was just irritating. And yes, she had mood swings and could easily get mad, but it was nothing major.

She never even knew other women could have it so bad...The education about periods was really lacking ! They never talked about it anywhere !

Cass was a woman of few words...but she knew how to pass her emotions through her body language. Oh, how she knew.

“Momma.”

Just like your other kids, she’d come check on you when Bruce couldn’t take care of you. You wanted space sometimes, which they all understood. But honestly, during your periods, when you were so sensitive about everything ? You also wanted them around almost all the time.

A paradox. Very fitting of those damn periods time.

Cass would just sit with you, and make sure you were comfortable. She wouldn’t say a word. Lay her head on your shoulder, and hold your hand. Watch movies with you. Hold you close.

She was delicate with you, as if afraid to break you.

Just like your husband, her presence had a soothing effect ? As if nothing bad could ever happen to you as long as she was there (and that probably was right, Cassandra would never let anyone touch her “momma”).

She didn’t need to talk. She didn’t need to do anything more than stay with you when you didn’t want to be alone.

She never experienced the pain you had, but if even to her, who had painless periods, it was annoying and a damn plague ? Then to you...

She didn’t need to do much.

Just her being there already meant a lot.

Her holding onto you, even as she stayed afraid of anyone’s touch for so long.

“Momma.”

Cassandra was your only daughter. And oh you were glad her periods weren’t as bad as yours. That’s all that really mattered to you.

“Momma.”

You often fell asleep with the warmth of your kiddo right there. Next to you. Knowing she wasn’t going to leave unless you wanted to. Knowing she wish she could take your pain on.

Ah. But no. No even if it was possible you’d never allow that. You were the mom. YOU were supposed to take their pains on.

And knowing that Cass never suffered on her periods as bad as you did, was enough. After all, your baby suffered enough in the past...She could get a little lucky, right ?

“Momma.”

That word was music to your hear. Cass’ first word to you.

She didn’t need to talk anyway. Being here was enough...

It was more than enough.

Damian

Everyone who saw Damian around you would notice that he wasn’t quite the same boy than "normally”.

He was calmer, nicer, and sweeter.

You’d argue that it was his real self. That this was his “normal”. That he was just never allowed to show his true heart before, and wasn’t used to trust others and open up. And you were definitely more than happy that he finally managed to do that after arriving into your home.

That none of you ever gave up on him.

You especially had a calming effect on him. After all, he never had a “conventional” mom, who could take care of him when he was sick, kiss him good night and make sure he always had everything he needed.

Some would say you coddled him too much...And you didn’t care. Because that boy lived 10 years being the opposite of coddled. So what, if you’d cut the crust off of his sandwiches, or read him bed time stories every single night ?

Damian loved it. As he often said, being a momma’s boy was “hardly something he was ashamed of”. He never felt loved and safe before, you bet he’d take every chance he got to be cared for.

He never got to act like an actual kid. You allowed him to do just that, AND you made him feel like he belonged. Finally. Like he had an actual family.

So...The day he heard about your absolutely awful periods, what did he do ?

Every single day of your life with him, you had at least one nice intention to him. Wether it was baking his favorite cookies, or telling him how proud you were of him, you always had nothing but kindness for him, often going out of your way for your son.

It was normal for you. Of course. And you did it with all your children...but you had to admit maybe Damian had just a little more of it, because he really never had anything like that to him.

And to him, it only felt normal then, when you felt at your worst, that he’d be there for you exactly like you were there for him.

During any mood swings, he’d have comforting words for you. He had little attentions for you that just made life easier.

Again, it would greatly surprise anyone but his family, but when you had your periods, he did a lot of overly sappy little things.

Like for example : every month, he wrote seven things he found extraordinary about you and would put them in a jar. Seven. The number of day in a week. And usually the number of day, give or take, your periods would last.

The jar would be sitting right on your bedside table on the first day, with the indications you had to read one paper every morning, or every time you felt down (it was supposed to be one paper a day). Sometimes, you’d go through his seven messages in less than a day...and magically, the next day, the jar would be filled again.

Damian made sure of it.

This was just a small example. But it showed exactly what kind of boy your son really was.

If he was heartless, a killer, someone destined to destroy the World...would he really put that much effort into making you feel love ? Into making you feel better any way he could ?

You didn’t think so. The only way your son could ever “turn bad”, was if you (and Bruce) stopped caring for him. Left him alone (A/N : this is a CLEAR jab at current comics canon, if you know what I mean :I ). Only if he felt abandoned, unloved, and rejected.

You knew your boy had, just like you, “rejection dysphoria”. It was hard for him to accept any kind of rejection, and it made him act out and hurt. But that was another story...

Right now, all that mattered to you, is that you knew your son was always going to be there for you, just like you’d always be there for him.

That he finally learned how to love, and care. That he would never unlearn it, as long as you lived.

Your periods sucked.

So bad.

But Damian was a ray of light in the darkness of those seven dreaded days...

Duke

Duke’s mom also had endometriosis.

Over the years, he perfected a “special remedy” he always made her when she had her periods.

He hesitated to make it for you. After all, it was something that made him bond greatly with his own mom...was making it for you, now, acceptable ? Did it mean he forgot about his mother ?

No. No of course not.

Duke scolded himself for even thinking that. You too, became his mom. He learned over the years that it was ok, to have two mom. That when they’ll find a cure for his parents, it wouldn’t take away the years you filled in for the mother role, and took care of Duke as if he was your own.

So here we go.

Some ginger. Some lemon. A dash of his little secret ingredients. Your favorite blend of tea. And it was done.

He brought it to you, saying it always soothed his mom...

And just that.

Just those words. It meant so much.

“It always used to soothe my mom. Used to do it all the time, ever since I was five !”

He said with a smile.

It was something he used to do for his mom, and now he did it for you. Just this. Just that fact, it was enough to make you feel better.

It didn’t take away the pain, but mentally ? It felt amazing.

You drunk his concoction and...Oh god.

Oh god it was disgusting. And...Ah. Yes. His mom probably pretended she liked it. “Ever since I was five !”. Ha. So cute. But also, it really was gross.

At the same time, you felt a pleasant warmth spread through your body as the terrible aftertaste slowly faded. Duke smiled to you, and with a little mischief in his voice said :

“It’s really gross, isn’t it ? But it does the trick haha”

There was a few seconds of silence. During which you blinked at him, not quite registering what he just said. Until...

You burst out laughing. The little mischievous smile, and the way he said “it’s really gross, isn’t it ?” was just too funny.

Your communicative laugh spread to Duke, and as he laughs it makes you laugh even louder too and...You forget.

For a moment you forget about your periods. The pain. The anguish. The emotional labor. This damn week of hell.

You forget.

And you just laugh.

You laugh alongside your son.

Thomas (if you wonder who the H is Thomas, you can check my “Batmom” masterlists, he appears from the story “the great mall adventure” ^^)

Thomas must’ve been about four, when he first saw you having your periods.

Your littlest baby was also one of the most sensitive out of them all (right along with Jason, the two of them cried their eyes out when they watched “Inside Out” and Bing Bong disappeared). Bruce always said he took that after you. And honestly, you couldn’t disagree. It’s true you could be very sensitive.

So one morning, when he woke up and went to breakfast and heard you weren’t feeling right, he immediately went to you and...

Bruce found him an hour later, crying in his room.

“Oh wow hey hey, what is it buddy ?”

He asked, trying to hide the panic in his voice. Thomas might’ve been sensitive, but he rarely cried. He was just a very empathetic boy. But also a cheerful one, and he had a knack to see the good even in the worst situations.

So seeing him sob like that, made Bruce’s heart drop.

“Is mommy going to die ?!”

It took Bruce a few seconds to get a hold of his racing heart. His son crying. And asking if you were going to die. It shortcircuited his brain for a few seconds. Until he realized what Thomas was talking about...

“Oh, oh no champ, no, mommy isn’t going to die.”

Your kids were used to see you strong and fierce. Of course the first time your little one would see you on your period, he’d think something big was wrong.

He had just recently learned what death really mean (you can read about this here : The day he understand what Death means), and since then was so scared it’d happen to his parents. Or his siblings. Or anyone he knew, really...

Picking up his son and slowly and softly tapping his back in soothing circles, he walked around the room and rocked him until the boy calmed down a bit, before trying to explain as best he could why mommy felt bad, without going in in too many details.

Once Thomas understood this was just like when he got a fever that time, that it would pass, he felt much better. But also worst. Because his mommy wasn’t feeling well ! And it happened often !

Bruce reassured him that there were ways they could help you...And soooo :

Thomas brought you hot water bottles, with the help of his dad (the bottles were almost as big as him), and ended up falling asleep on one as it laid on your belly (he heard that humans’ body heat was very strong and wanted to “help the hot water bottle”).

The water in the bottle became cold, and you removed it..Your son didn’t woke up, so you laid him back down on your belly. And he was warm and so tiny, and you loved him so much...It made you feel like the luckiest woman in the world, to be surrounded by people like this little one.

And all your kids. Alfred. Your friends. Broosh...You fell asleep with sweet dreams made of warmth and cuddles.

Not long after, Bruce came by to check on you, finding both you and Tommy deeply asleep and...An overwhelming feeling of happiness took him over.

You weren’t the only one feeling lucky. Except for Bruce...For Bruce it was even stronger, because after his parents died, he never thought he would be happy ever again.

This was why he’d always be there for you. You gave him another family...

His schedule was freed, and he had a busy day. A nap sounded perfect. Especially while nestled against you, with his little one right there.

Dick came by in the afternoon, and found all of you like this. Bruce holding both you and his son, Thomas taking way more space than such a small body would make you thing he’d take.

Dick snapped a picture, and send it to the group chat he had with his siblings and some other close friends and such (like Clark, Wally, Conner, Diana etc etc they used the group chat to gossip about Bruce, mainly). With the caption : “Big bad bat tamed by a four year old”.

Cass send multiple hearteyes emojis. Jason said it was adorable and send a crying emoji, and didn’t care one bit what anyone would think of him saying such things. Damian yelled at Dick that he should’ve put the comforter back up on his baby brother and mom because it wasn’t properly put on !! Duke send a : “I’m downloading that picture for the next time he gets mad at us and we need to soften him up”. Tim replied with a gif of Maes Hughes from Full Metal Alchemist saying : “dis dad”. Clark said “they look so peaceful, you wouldn’t believe he threatened me just yesterday to punch me because I made a joke” to which Diana answered : “that joke was so bad I wanted to punch you to. Cute pic btw, give kisses to Tommy for me, you should come see me more, I just stocked my freezer with nothing but ice creams”..Everyone send a little comment about it.

Because even superheroes, could have normal conversations about those they love.

Suffering alone is a thing of the past

It’s funny. You couldn’t even remember, now, what it felt like “before”.

Before.

Before you met Bruce.

Before that first time he showed up to your apartment to take care of you.

How were your periods before that ? The worst.

Definitely.

Actual Hell.

Not that they were feeling better now. Oh no. There were time your overdramatic self exclaimed : “uuuugh just kill me alreadyyyy” when the pain was too grand...But you weren’t alone anymore.

That’s what made it a bearable moment of the month.

It still felt as bad as it used to when you were younger.

But it wasn’t just you agonizing in your bedroom all alone anymore.

It wasn’t you wishing you’d have someone to take care of you, and to try and ease the pain. Not anymore.

It wasn’t you crying with nobody to dry your tears anymore...

No. You had an entire army of people right there just for you.

Alfred, your children, and most of all...Bruce.

Your Broosh.

Ah. If only some people could see this side of him you and your family knew. The caring and loving one. In a way though, it was rather comforting and made you feel special, that only you and your kiddos knew the real Bruce ?

Of course nowadays, some of his closest friends like Clark and Diana weren’t fooled anymore either. But they’d never see him the way you did, when you were in unbearable pain, and he was right there, drawing soothing circle on your back, keeping you warm and safe...

This was only privy to you.

Your Broosh.

Yes.

Your periods were still as painful as they used to. But now...

Now you weren’t alone anymore.

The end.

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Hey guys ! I hope you liked this :). As usual, feedbacks and reblogs are always welcomed ! (Especially lately, the reblog ratio seems at its worst haha). And again, I really hope you liked this. I was finally able to sit down and write after weeks of being stuck in a depressed mood, so I’m quite excited about sharing this. But as usual, always a bit nervous that you’ll be disappointed blahblahblah low self-esteem and all that haha... :). I just hope this is to your liking. Thank you.

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elsdaydreams · 3 years ago

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Expectations

Altair x Female!Reader

Warnings - Discussions of pregnancy, being pregnant, and having children

Word Count - 1755 words.

Description - Same universe as Jump Start. You've had a long day, and now you have to tell your husband you are pregnant again. It'd be a lot less terrifying if you didn't have to fix your car urgently. And maybe less terrifying if this was something you'd planned.

Authors Note - Originally, there were two parts to telling Altair you were pregnant. I still love what I'd written for this series. Rewriting them is just me trying to finesse them. Who knows, in another five years I might rewrite everything over again anyways. (Hopefully not though). Gotta say I'm pretty proud of this guy. I hope you like it as well. There will be another part of this universe, expect it next Monday. Hope you're all having a fantastic week lovelies, and I'll see you soon. Ella.

Jump Start | Expectations | Little Talks (coming soon)

Within a few moments, the two pairs dispersed, each going their separate ways. The rest of the day from there was uneventful, for which you were thankful. Shopping for groceries was a breeze, you'd still missed the crowds despite the delay. Darim was tired from his day too, falling asleep without much fuss at all. Frustratingly, he'd always gone down easy for Altair - for you, it was almost always a fight. He'd just laid down in his crib, soft hair sticking up from his bath earlier.

You were aware at all times, how much you loved your son, loved your life. When it was quiet like this, you were able to reflect on it and appreciate it. Your hand tracing the curve of his chubby cheeks, his nose, and the fluttering of his eyelashes. Peacefully, you watch him drift into a quiet slumber. Looking down at your sweet boy, your mind wandered, wondering what the child you were carrying looked like - if they'd be anything like their older brother.

Still, the looming threat of a new car battery replacement was enough to have your stomach-churning. The thought of a new baby was both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Neither you nor Altair had planned on having another so soon, Darim was only a year and a half now, and it didn't help that you were in such a financially precarious situation either.

Behind you, the creak of the door was near-silent enough you hardly noticed it. Altair crept in unannounced until you felt him behind you. Without so much as a word, you felt him wrap his arms around your torso. The pair of you remained in the comfortable embrace for a few moments, neither wanting to break it.

Letting his head rest against your shoulder, you felt the stress roll off him in waves. Beyond a doubt, you'd known how hard things had been lately. Having a child at such a young age, before either of you had truly established yourselves, was far from easy. Neither of you regretted your decision, though how could you when you loved your tiny human as much as you did? Still, you'd known Altair was busting his ass trying to provide for all three of you, working two jobs that quite frankly didn't deserve him. Nerves set alight at the thought of adding another tiny human to the mix.

Subconsciously, the two of you swayed back and forth. It was something you'd started doing since Darim was born. He was quite fussy when he was an infant, and the only motion that calmed him was the swaying you found yourself doing. It was a hard habit to stop, and you didn't find yourself minding much as it seemed to calm you even now.

"Car needs a new battery," he whispered into your shoulder, voice seeping with worry and frustration. There was no longer getting around it, according to Kadar there was no hope for the old one. His arms wrapped around you tighter, both melting into the familiar embrace.

You don't want to - can't think about that tonight. It's not doing Altair any good either, truthfully. The car was a concern, a huge concern, that you'd both spent the entire day worried about. He'd have to get up early tomorrow to get to his first job, come home and eat dinner, then go to his second. What was worse than dealing with the car tonight, was that you had to tell Altair you were pregnant. Sooner rather than later too.

You sighed, your eyes slipping shut, offering optimistically, "we'll figure it out. We always do."

There was a comfort to the statement, a gentle reassurance that both your situations would work out. Not for any other reason than they had to. It wasn't like the two of you weren't careful. In fact, you'd taken about every precaution available to you. What good that did you now, the positive lines still fresh in your memory. And still now, even in the quiet of the nursery, you could tell him, if you could only find the words. The night light cast shadows around the room, bouncing off both you and Altair.

Turning your head, your eyes followed the curve of his strong nose. The details of his face were familiar to you, and deep down, you'd known that both of your children would have his features. It's not something you minded much at all, your chest warm at the thought.

And, you knew deep down that Altair would be happy. There was no denying that you two loved having Darim and that having another one would be a good thing, even if it was stressful. He lifted his head up to meet your eyes, your heart hurting at how tired they looked.

Like reading a book, his forehead creased in a worry that wasn't quite there before. Altair could tell something was wrong. Suspiciously, he narrowed his eyes at you, loosening his grip just enough to get a better look at you. Without words, you could feel him asking you what was wrong. Part of you wanted to lie, to simply say that nothing was wrong, because there was partial truth to that. The other part knew that without a doubt Altair would know you weren't being honest.

After a moment, he ventured with the actual question, "what is it?"

Below the two of you in the crib your son stirred, wiggling only a little bit to get comfortable. Your eyes followed down to him, and before you knew it you were whispering the two words that felt impossible to get out.

Beside you, you could feel him reacting. His body went stiff, all the stress that was seeping out of him moments ago returned the second you said the words I'm pregnant. It felt like hours had passed before you looked up at him. His eyes were wide, shock all over his face.

"You're sure?" He asked, voice quiet, and almost high pitched.

Quietly, you nodded, "the test was from when I first got pregnant, but it's positive."

Another quiet moment of disbelief, Altair dropping his arms from around your waist to cup his head. Gently, you turned around, putting your hands on top of his own. You took the test two days ago, so you've had a little more time to process the news. The plan was always to tell him tonight, but the day had gone much differently than you expected it would. Regardless, he had to know, and sooner was much better than later. It was better to let him process this.

"We were careful though," he said quietly, still in shock, "do you think the test was old? It was almost two years ago we bought them."

You nodded, rubbing your hands against his, pulling him out of Darim's room and into the living room.

"We were very careful," you agreed, setting him against the couch before walking into the bathroom. Still talking across rooms, you grabbed the box the used test was currently in. "The test is still good, at least if the expiration date is to be believed."

He couldn't help the scoff that escaped him, taking the test from your hands when you reappeared. They lasted about three years, which is something you googled in about sixteen different ways just in case it was a false positive. Carefully, he examined it. The lines were there, prominent as ever. Kneeling on the seat next to him, you pressed slowly into his side. From your position next to him, you tried to read him. The slow blinks and the slight shake of his hands mimicked perfectly what you'd done days before. Precariously, he set the pregnancy down on the leg opposite of you.

"It's not that I'm not," he started, sighing deeply after regaining some composure. One hand lifted to rub the crease of his brow, eyes slipping shut briefly.

You nodded quickly, your hands rubbing his shoulder gently, "I know."

"It's just," Altair groaned again, "I work two jobs, you work one. I feel like we hardly get any time together, to begin with, and we're just barely making things work."

"I know," you said again, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"I am happy," he said, placing his hand against the part of your stomach the child was currently growing, "talk about timing though."

Resting your head on his shoulder, you laughed quietly, "I know."

There was quiet for a moment, and your eyes watched carefully as he peered down at you. Unspoken as it was, there was an undeniable love for this new child, and the shock and stress would wear off. When, you weren't quite sure, because even with Darim now, you still found yourself wondering how in the world the two of you were parents.

"Do you remember when we found out we were pregnant with Darim," you asked, eyes sparkling with fondness at the memory.

Slowly, the pair of you morphed into the shape of the couch. You looked around your living room, the light from the bathroom lighting it up. The pictures scattered around the room were covered in the glare from it, though you could make out your wedding photos, as well as Darim's first birthday, your friends and family scattered throughout the mix.

"What was it, a month after we got married," he asked, closing his eyes, the long day finally getting to him.

"Give or take," you smiled, putting the test back in the box and setting it on the coffee table, "I didn't even think I was pregnant. Kadar did."

Another soft chuckle, sleep pressing into his tone, "what intuition he has. Didn't you take three tests?"

"Something like that," you said, eyes slipping shut for a minute, only to peer open slightly, "we're gonna be okay, right?"

Before he responded, you already knew the answer. You felt it in the calmness from him, the assurance that you, that your family would make it through whatever unexpected news came your way. It felt cheesy, the thought making your cheeks heat unexpectedly. His mellow voice only made it worse, and you buried your face into his shoulder again.

Altair nodded, humming in agreement, "yeah, we'll be alright. Definitely need to get the car fixed now though."

You're laughing before you can stop yourself, nodding in agreement. Finally, your eyes shut, though you're not completely asleep yet you're close to it.

"Yeah, definitely going to have to get on that."

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fatalitysficbakery · 3 years ago

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BLOOD BROTHERS.(Nick Amaro x Black AFAB ADA!READER)

Genre: Fluff/Smut.

Warnings; EPISODE SPOILERS, Mentions of violence, death, rape, teen pregnancy, abortion (pro-lifers do not interact.), bitchy rollins, female receiving oral, soft degradation, oral fixation, spitting in mouth, pet play, all that good stuff. that is all.

Synopsis: Getting close with the devishly handsome Nicholas Amaro during a particularly daunting case was amazing, made even better when his possessive side starts to show over little ole you.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

You had been working alongside SVU for five years but had gone to do some work in Chicago for awhile, now you were back and absolutely ecstatic about it. You and the team went way back, especially you and Benson, having had a sister type relationship before your departure.

Now that you were back there was definitely some fresh faces on the team, especially that of the delectable looking delicious Nick Amaro. You had caught his eyes the moment you stepped into the precinct, riding with him and Benson to go talk to Ella Mendez, a 13-year-old girl who was found to be pregnant at a catholic school and had fainted during a play. He’d been watching you since you got there, the way you carried yourself was alluring. 4C dark brown hair into a mohawk atop your head, a tight grey pencil skirt with a white top tucked into it and a blazer paired with it. Confident and sure of yourself, a sexy inviting smile. Amaro would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you but he’d also be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed you checking him out as well. Only a matter time before the glances escalated into flirting and flirting escalated into more.

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“Doctor said the girl presented without any signs of abuse, her hymen is intact, there’s no sign of external trauma”.

Benson was explaining as the three of you walked into the hospital where Ella and her grandmother were getting checked out. You always hated these cases the most when they involved a child. They always had you going home and hugging your own tot a little closer to your chest. Phoebe meant everything to you, you didn’t know what you’d do if something had happened to her. She was all you had. Her father was a deadbeat and your family had disowned you after finding out you were bisexual. Truly, Phoebe and SVU was your only family.

“And she won’t say who the father is”.

“Poor girl must be scared out of her mind”.

You and Benson went back and forth while Amaro listened carefully to the details. Having this conversation with Olivia made you realize just how much you’d missed working with SVU and your little family. When you rounded the corner to see a scared kid, only 13. Your heart lurched a bit before continuing.

“There’s Ella. She’s clinging to her grandmother”

“Could be why Ella won’t open up” Nick started, getting an idea and a way to show off his charm to you and Benson…Mostly you, “Wait, just give me a minute…Aside from the spanish? Abuelita’s love me”. he gave a dimpled smile and winked at you before walking off to Ella and her grandmother.

You giggled to yourself and asked Benson, “He’s your new partner”?

“Uh, no. I’m just showing him the ropes”. She replied in a way that told you instantly how much she missed Stabler.

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This whole case turned out to be a damned mess, now that you were all made aware that the father was Ella’s age it made it clear statutory was out of the window and you couldn’t exactly charge a little boy for having sex with a girl his own age mixed with the fact he was Tripp Raines, son of an Ambassador.

Benson however, was struggling with letting it go so you’d decided to get Ella’s statement once more and what Ella was describing was a rape. Arturro brought her to a party at the Raines, Tripp got her drunk, forced her into bed although she said no, and assaulted the poor thing.

But you knew jurors wouldn’t see it that way, especially with his parents being powerful, putting an already traumatized little girl on the stand would fuck Ella up even worse. You knew they’d use the ambassadors status as a way to tell jurors this was all a way to blackmail the Raines and it’d turn into a huge mess. When you told Benson? A fight was set off.

“Okay, Counselor. There’s not much doubt there”. Amaro tells you after Ella discloses.

“I don’t know”. You sighed.

Benson raised a brow, “What do you mean you don’t know? She’s describing a rape”!

“Sexual misconduct, if we’re lucky and with his legal team? Consensual”.

Benson scoffed, a humorless laugh leaving her throat, “Are you kidding me? She’s 13”!

“So is he, so technically, that means—” Benson cut you off, anger emanating from her being.

“The lemonade was spiked. She was a virgin, she said that it hurt. She was crying, she said no”!

Amaro stood watching you two carefully, hoping nothing popped off but the air was getting tense and although you were the calmer out of you and Benson, he could see you were getting angry as well.

“There was no outcry afterward. He sent her flowers. Even Ella told you that she thought that they were gonna get married”.

“That’s his game”. Amaro talked calmly hoping to diffuse the situation, “I mean, he knows how to take advantage of girls like this”.

“Do you have any way of backing that up? Ella has changed her story three times. We can’t even prove that she’s carrying his baby! I mean, unless you want my office to compel a fetal DNA test”.

“No, No, No. It took a long time to earn her trust”.

“I’m sure it did”.

You’d messed up, both you and Amaro grimaced once the words left your lips. Benson turned around, now standing right in front of you with anger and curiosity in her eyes.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean”? Benson asked, arms crossed in front of her, “Counselor? What the hell does that mean”?

Amaro could see the situation had now boiled over and wanted to get out of there to give you two some privacy and get out of the line of fire, “Uh, I’ll go jump on the, uh, CAC paperwork”.

You and Benson kept staring each other down. You hated butting heads with anyone on the team but sometimes seeing eye to eye wouldn’t always be the outcome.

“Look, Olivia, okay. I understand you’ve been going through a lot”. You started but that only pissed her off more.

“Oh no. Don’t you dare patronize me”.

This was when you’d finally had enough yourself, rolling your eyes and gearing up for your own argument, you were an ADA after all.

“You’re off! What I saw? Your anger pushed her disclosure”.

“I’m off? You know what I see? An ADA who’s too afraid to follow the facts because the family has too much muscle. You and your office has lost your nerve”.

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For the next few days, you had never been so stressed and tense since your last big Chicago case. You and Benson hadn’t communicated outside of work in days and you missed her. She was like a role model for you, you looked up to her.

“I just got a call from the Raines’ family lawyer. They’re worried I’m about to indict Tripp”.

“And that leverage upsets you, Counselor”? Benson asked.

It had gone like that for the next week or so, Olivia was snippy with you and it cut deep each time. You knew, she knew it wasn’t your fault but Benson was tough and stoic. It’d take her a few days to get over this.

When the case was finally over and Olivia had finally come to tell you that Arturo had killed Tripp after finding out the Ambassador was his father too, apologizing for how she’d treated you, you were relieved. A complicated case was now most likely a clear cut one and Arturo would be charged accordingly. You were glad to have your friend back but now you needed to ditch the blazers and pencil skirts and get a damned drink. Agreeing to go out with Olivia and the team and maybe getting to see Detective Amaro out of his work attire. Olivia gave you a wink when she told you the last part.

“Oh and uh…dress cute. Detective Amaro will be there”.

She knew you all too well.

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That night you were the last to arrive at the bar, your hair had taken awhile to tackle, wearing a dress that wasn’t too dressy nor too casual and insanely comfortable to dance in because you knew after a little liquid courage you’d be out on the dance floor. When you walked in, you quickly spotted the teams table, hearing hoots and whistles as you walked up from everyone but Nick…Nick’s jaw was dropped to the floor. The man who had a lot to say was now speechless, staring you over. All he could think of was your curves in that dress, along with that damned smile on those all too gorgeous, glossy, plumped lips of yours.

(Your Hair and Dress)

“Hola, boys and girls! We ready to get this party started”? you asked, sliding up next to Nick and sitting down on a stool. Rollin’s side eyed you at this. She’d been eyeing Amaro for awhile now but it looked like he was taking no interest in her and seeing how he’d reacted to your entrance brought out her notorious petty side.

“Hey, Y/n. Isn’t that uh a little dressy for a bar”? Amanda asked, raising her brow. You knew she was trying to be petty, you saw how she looked at Nick and he looked at you but you weren’t about to stoop low over a man you weren’t even sure was attracted to you in the way you wanted him to be.

“You know I like to be a little extra, lovely. I mean these curves deserved to be shown off outside of a courtroom”. You winked at her and Amaro silently agreed with your words, his eyes hadn’t left your curves since you entered.

“I think she looks gorgeous. Don’t you, boys”? Benson spoke up, directing her attention to Nick and Odafin.

“You look good, girl! Do a spin for us” Odafin cheesed, he was like a father figure to you. Always had been. When you did a little twirl, Nick was snapped out of his trance, your coconut body butter invading his nose in the best way possible. He watched you and smiled, giving a wolf whistle.

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You had spent the night drinking and dancing with the Detectives eyes on you all night, you were a drink to take in and you knew exactly how to move your hips in a way that could send even the most loyal man into a one man battle with inner temptation.

Rollins hated watching this, Nick was practically drooling over you and she was tired of it. She’d been picking with you all night, little sly comments about the way you dressed, even at one point comparing your dress to that of a working girl. Everyone could see you were getting fed up. Nick was too.

The night was winding down and you rejoined the table after finally getting to dance with Nicholas, when you got back to the table, mostly everyone there was drunk or had left for home. The only ones there now were you, Nick, Benson, and Amanda.

Being the only two mildly tipsy people there, you and Nick were still perfectly able to talk without stuttering and think clearly. Amanda not so much. She had nitpicked almost everything about you so far, now it was time to nitpick your living arrangements, apparently.

“So, Y/N. You live in that big ole house by yourself, girl? With all that dancing you did, would’ve thought you were going home with someone tonight. Eyes sure were on you”. She said the last part bitterly and you were about to bite back when Nick stepped in for you.

“Actually, I thought I’d accompany, Miss Y/LN home”

“About time”

Benson smirked, downing one last drink. Amanda’s face dropped noticeably. Your cheeks were red and on fire, Nicholas took that chance to let his hand wrap around your waist, resting on your lower back, you said your goodbyes and left.

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In the car it was silent but you felt the need to speak up and thank him for what he’d done, “Hey, uh, thank you for that back there. I honestly don’t know why Amanda feels so threatened by my presence”.

Amaro knew. He and Amanda had hooked up one drunken night but he’d decided it wasn’t for him and she’d been trying to get his attention again since it had happened and these past weeks, she could definitely see the way Amaro’s eyes sparkled each time the counselor had walked in. He sighed, grabbing one of your hands, “I think I know why”.

Explaining the entire thing to you, he tries to make sure you don’t get uncomfortable at any point. Now knowing his feelings for her. When he finished his little speech, he looked over to you and you were smiling real big. Blinding. Your beauty never failed to leave the man speechless.

“Whatchu smiling so hard for”? He asked, gaining an eye roll from you. Something about Amanda being threatened by you because of Nicholas lighted a fire under your ass. You felt protective and possessive.

“Just waiting for you to ask me out so Amanda being threatened by me can finally be warranted”.

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After that night, you and Nick had been on quite a few dates. He’d finally asked you to be his girlfriend one month in and was quite the gentleman when it came to you. Touching you with a tenderness that no one had ever given you before. He was the perfect man but you wished for more. Ready to take your relationship to the next step. He’d met Phoebe and you’d met Zara and Gil, although completely by accident, and they’d fallen in love with you too but that wasn’t the next step you were waiting for.

He was so gentle, handling you with care but you’d be lying if you hadn’t dreamt of him pinning you down and fucking into you relentlessly, roughly. Owning you and going feral the moment he’d laid eyes on you in the nude. It’d gotten so bad you started daydreaming publicly. You didn’t push it, but maybe you wouldn’t have to. When new Detective Dominick ‘Sonny’ Carisi arrived, Nick was on alert everytime you were in the office. Sonny certainly didn’t mind a little eye candy.

One day, you’d come to the precinct to have lunch with the Detectives and especially Amaro, sitting at his desk while waiting for him, you zoned out, daydreaming once again about your handsome boyfriend Nicholas. Impure thoughts filled your mind and you were pretty sure you’d almost moaned before Carisi snapped you out of it, giving you that charming, polite smile of his.

“Earth to Y/N? Somethin’ on ya mind, doll”? He asked, rolling up the sleeves of suit shirt, sitting on the corner of Nicks desk. Unbeknownst to the both of you, Nick was back and his jaw was clenched watching Carisi chat you up. Nick had always been a possessive person and he didn’t like seeing you laughing and smiling that blinding smile of yours at the wrong man.

“Not at all, Risi. Just zoned out, guess I was in my thoughts”. You smiled sweetly at him, and Sonny couldn’t help but pat your head, you were like SVU’s little sister. You could always count on affection from the team. Danger however watched from afar.

“Ah, A hardworking woman. The team is going out for drinks later, you should come. I know Nick would love to see ya there”. Carisi winked at you, gaining a small giggle. Nick was still watching, Rollins went up to him, partially to check on him and partially because she loved to flirt with him even while knowing he and you were together.

“Mm, I dunno. Kinda wanna dive into my bed early tonight. Thanks anyway, I need to go find Nicky” Standing up, You kiss Carisi’s cheek which wasn’t out of the ordinary for you, you’d often left kisses on all the teams cheeks but because it was Carisi in particular. Nick was ticked off, barely listening to a word Amanda had to say. She could tell she was losing his attention when you were waltzing up towards them so she took her leave and let the two of you be.

“Detective. You didn’t come get me for our lunch, where were you”? You pouted, Nick’s face softened a little at your words but his eyes darkened when they wandered down to those plump lips of yours, he could just imagine them wrapped around his cock, he was drowning in fantasies of you, wrapped in his own thoughts, he barely heard you talking again, “Ayo, earth to Nicholasss” you singsonged, watching him snap from his trance.

“Sorry, Bebita. Hmm, How about you come over later? I’ll cook us dinner and we’ll have a nice night in, yeah”? He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his eyes on your lips once again. It was time for you to leave but you were cursing the Gods in your head that you had to leave the man in front of you.

“Sounds good. Too bad I have to leave, gimme lips before I go”? Nick chuckled, he absolutely adored your little quirks and how you’d ask for kisses. He’d be lying if he said he was thinking about eating anything but you tonight. Especially with the image of you and Carisi fresh in his mind, he was fully prepared to show you who you belonged to, tonight. Pressing his lips to yours and ignoring the hoots and hollers in the background. Just savoring your kiss before you had to leave once more. Waiting for tonight would be torture for him.

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Nick was never prepared for how sexy you were, you’d come over that night wearing your work clothes, nervously asking if you could take a shower. Hell, he didn’t mind. He told you to stay the night while you were at it but he absolutely wasn’t prepared to see you clad in one of his t-shirts, fitting like a dress on your curvy body, he could just barely see your underwear through the nearly translucent white fabric, blue lace. He was a man starved. He’d cooked as he said he would, making lasagna, pouring some champagne but Amaro was far from focused on dinner. His eyes were stuck to your body, especially your thighs. They were thick, you had beauty marks and freckles all over your body, including your face and they were even more prominent on your thighs. He wanted them wrapped around his head while he ate you out like you were his last meal.

Just as you were about to sit down, Amaro shook his head and beckoned you over, pulling your plate over to him. You were flustered when you realized he wanted you to eat while sitting on his lap, you came over to his side of the table and sat on his lap. Nick almost popped a boner then and there, “You know I can sit in my own chair, right? Sir”? that name. It dripped from your tongue with a devious intent, he knew you could finally see the hunger in his eyes. If he wasn’t hard when you sat down, he was surely hard now, “I know, I know but it’s much better eating with you in my lap, Princesa”.

The two of you ate in silence for a moment, although the sexual tension could be chopped through with a cleaver. When dinner was finally done, you’d stood up. You were sure he wouldn’t allow you to, but teasing was so damn fun.

“Since you cooked, I’ll handle the dishes. Wait for me”? There was a certain lilt in your voice that let him know you were trying to tease, rile him up, fuck up his self control. He wouldn’t fall for it.

“Nah, Querida. Let’s do them together”. He smirked, finally remembering what had made him so angry earlier. He was shedding his soft mood, his dominance and aggression starting to show once more. Standing up, he grabs some of the dishes and guides you to the kitchen. With the dishes in the sink, he glides up behind you, caging you in while you started washing, the biggest distraction ever, you thought.

“So, uh. You and Carisi looked super friendly today, Mi Diosa”. His voice was low, dark. Sent shivers down your spine, his grip on your hips was firm, possessive, you loved seeing him like this. Something about the possession radiating from him turned you on, had you weak in the knees.

“We were talking because he’d seen me all zoned out. Sonny’s cute, a gentleman. You know him. You jealous, Detective”? Cute? His jaw set, grip on your hips eased up for a moment when he removed the dishrag from your hands and spun you around to face him, his eyes were dark, staring right through your soul.

“Don’t play with me, Mujer” It didn’t seem possible but his voice got even deeper as he looked down at you, he seemed bigger than usual, you felt small under his gaze. Like a lion hunting a gazelle, he was waiting. Waiting for your next move, he thought you’d be timid and shy but the brattiness inside of you was begging to be released and his words only spurred you on further, your eyes were on him. He saw the defiance and was ready to play. “Or what”? You tilted your head, feigning innocence, “Go ahead, Tell me what happens if I just…Push a few buttons. Y’know like maybe…This one”? You teased, lifting the shirt a little, the shirt that had been bothering him all fucking night, he could now see those lace blue panties clearly and spotted a wet spot. Something that made him go even crazier for you, suddenly he was throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to his bedroom. Tonight he was gonna let go and go feral, tomorrow he’d make love to you but he was 100% sure he wouldn’t be able to control his toughness tonight. Not after seeing you with Carisi but…He was always the possessive type and you loved every minute of it.

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When you got to the room, he threw you onto the bed, crawling in between your legs and stripping you and himself down stark naked, not taking any time. His lips were on yours, biting down on your bottom lip and tugging slightly, the kiss was rough, full of passion, almost like the two of you were starved mad for one another, his tongue exploring you, savoring the kiss until you had to pull away for a breath. He looked at you through his dark lashes and his mouth curled into a grin, “I’ve been wanting this for so long. Touching myself, stroking myself to the thought of you. I’m gonna make you cum from my fingers and mouth alone before I finally fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours, Querida. Wanna see you unfold for me” His voice made you clench your thighs, Nick only chuckled and forced your legs back open, “When I’m done, you won’t fucking know your own name let alone Sonny’s”.

He started out slow, his tongue testing the waters. He kissed up and down your inner thighs, making sure to leave marks there. He loved the way your lip was between your teeth, struggling not to whine or whimper and he was just getting started, “Sensitive” he mumbled, mostly to himself. Moving up to look at your cunt for a moment, he wanted to picture this moment forever. He couldn’t take it any longer, leaning in, his tongue grazes your folds just barely before his lips goddamned locked around your clit. God, if only he could take a video of how your back arched and you struggled to keep in your moans.

“Let them out for me, Beautiful. I wanna hear you”. Nick looked into your eyes for a moment before diving in like a man starved, licking a stripe up your cunt, groaning at the taste. He was doing things you weren’t used to, no man had ever taken you this high from his tongue alone. The way he worked his mouth was insane, moans were dripping from your lips like a symphony. Music to Amaro’s ears, his own personal love song. When he added two fingers, you instantly clenched around his fingers, it was amusing. He was enjoying your reactions a little too much, along with the taste of you on his tongue, his cock was hardening against the sheets. That’s when he felt that familiar quiver, the way your moans strained, dragged out, you were about to cum. He didn’t stop his momentum nor did he change it, knowing that could ruin your high in seconds. Your legs shook, that coil in your stomach uncoiling. The second your cum hit his tongue, he lapped it up like a dog with a bowl of water. He couldn’t stop, not even with your legs shutting over his head from overstimulation. When he finally let you calm down, he didn’t look deterred at all. That beautiful smirk once more appearing on his face.

“Oh, Darling. You got more for me”.

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He slid on a condom, when you looked down, you were pleased to see a nicely sized cock, not too big nor small and it wouldn’t hurt you or split you in half like some cocky ass men wanted it to, “Amaro, Fuck me. Please, Sir. Please”. The way you begged for him, pleaded for his cock had Amaro crawling on top of you instantly, a switch flipped and he needed you now more than ever. To mark you. To claim you. You were his.

The strokes started off slowly, he rolled his hips into you, drinking in the low whimpers you let out and letting you get adjusted to the stretch, letting out low groans of his own. You were tight, your heat embraced him like you were made for him, your bodies molded, only fitting for the other one. Soon enough his thrusts became rough, alighting a fire within you. Your nails trailed down his back, leaving beautiful red scratches and pain so delicious Nick craved more of it. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, despite the roughness of his hips he still needed you to know the love he held for you. His Queen.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, tears rolled down your cheeks, embarrassingly so. You were a mess and Nick loved it. Watching you fall apart for him, knowing that you were his, he was the only ones making you feel so good. He wiped drool from your mouth before kissing you tenderly, whispering a simple “Open your mouth” before his thumb entered, you eagerly wrapped your lips around it, got it all sloppy with your drool, so fucking sexy. He takes his thumb out of your mouth, wrapping that hand around your throat and replacing his thumb with his spit which you enthusiastically swallowed down. His eyes got impossibly darker when seeing that.

“Such a good Dog for me. So eager. Tell me, Querida…Can Carisi make you feel this good? Can he make you go dumb on his cock? Drooling like a dumbass? No? Cause you’re mine. Fucking mine”.

You whimpered, his hips pressed into you harder, deeper, hitting your G-Spot repeatedly. He knew you could barely speak and definitely couldn’t answer questions, he’d made a mess out of you. He took way too much pride in that fact. It wasn’t long before he took you to the edge of release, just moments before tumbling over and he could tell because that glassy faraway look in your eyes once more returned, “Gonna cum for me, Doll? C’mon, Cum on my cock. Show. me. who. this. cunt. belongs. to”. He emphasized each word with a hard thrust and a grunt, enjoying the look on your face. So pretty. All for him.

“C’mon Pretty girl, Cum for me” He whispers, his voice husky. It was then you were sent over the edge, your toes curled, back arched, eyes rolled back. You clenched tightly around him, had him in a vice grip almost making it hard to move and the fucking moment you started creaming on his cock he was sent over the edge, thrusting relentlessly into you as he came into the condom, although he’d much rather cumming on your body, face, or inside you. Spurt on spurt of his sticky white mess coating your skin. The sheer force of his orgasm had you cumming again shortly after. When he finally collapsed beside you, he smiled. Finding out just how in love with you he really was.

“That deserves a wake up blow job, Nicholas Amaro” You rolled over, putting your head onto his chest. You were sore and achey but also in bliss and deeply in love with the man next to you.

Amaro chuckled, pulling you closer. He nearly purrs into your ear, “Only if I get to taste that delicious pussy again right after”.

“You have a deal, Detective”.

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A/N: fuck. this took days to write and i was sick for all of em. whew! i need holy water after this one, y’all. This was basically an excuse to write possessive Amaro and I knowwwww Sonny didn’t come this soon but humor me? This is NOT canon.

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