#I just gotta nod and smile like I didn’t burst into tears over a misplaced comma the other day

[pandoraswrld]

SHE

— in which juliet reveals her darkest fears

characters / juliet kang, boo yuna

words / 1.8k

warnings / this is sad, angsty and quite a heavy piece, mentions of past self harm, suicidal thoughts — if i missed anything please let me know!

Juliet’s always felt like this. She’s always felt like crap, right from the beginning. She’s not entirely sure what caused her to feel bad today, maybe it was the fact that she had woken up at six o’ clock today which would be the third day in a row she’d woken up after the sun had gone down, or maybe it was because she had missed two dance practices and the third was looming over her as she chose to lay in bed in the darkness instead.

With the comeback happening awfully soon Juliet knows she’s disappointing her trainers, she’s disappointing the team, heck, even disappointing the company as Jangmi would say. She wished she could get out of bed but it wasn’t that simple, something was dragging her down, she constantly felt as though she had this weight on her shoulders and no matter what she would do it would never leave her.

As long as she’s known, she's always had this weight. She was hardly the favourite child, never the girlfriend or never even the ‘best’ friend, she always thought she had little to lose. Juliet would care more about her role in life if only she hadn’t realised she was nothing but a downgrade or a placeholder at such a young age, still, she felt weighed down. Lately, the weight had become more and more suffocating and way more harder for her to deal with, like it was pushing her down into a deep river and drowning out any last positive thoughts she could conjure up.

She’s tried all the remedies. She has used her mother’s advice of getting up and out, enjoying the outside world, getting some exercise in but that never worked. She’s tried to find healthy coping mechanisms, art, dancing, singing, but now she’s not even sure if she likes it anymore. This job has taken so much from her. She used to enjoy the rush of performing on stage, the cheers would give her so much adrenaline and the fans always made her day. Now every day is more draining than the last, the choreographies bored her and she could barely muster any energy to sing.

None of those so-called solutions worked, they never did. Even the temporary relief from the bad decisions never lasted as long as she wanted it to, as long as she needed it to. Her hand fell down to her thighs, the scars were faint, a simple reminder of just how much she feels all the time. She has regrets, god she has so many. She can never get back all the dignity she had lost during those months, sometimes she questions if she wants it back. Was her dignity even worth losing? It’s not like she had much of it to start with.

Some days she wishes she just hadn’t run away and auditioned for SM, then maybe she’d still love the things that used to make her happy. Occasionally, she does imagine what her life could have been like if she didn’t audition for SM, for one she thinks her parents would love her a lot more than they do now, not that they’ve ever said it. She could’ve continued down whatever path they chose for her, making them “the happiest parents ever” and her brother wouldn’t have had to carry the burden of fulfilling the family legacy — not that having a baby at the ripe old age of nineteen was really helping that.

She liked to describe her life as a line, a long red line that would twist and knot with every significant moment. To Juliet she felt as though she could just cut the line at any point, no thoughts. Just like the fates, she was Aptropos and she had the shears to decide when things would end. She always thought, what was the point of continuing the line if all that was left were ugly little knots.

“Hey Juliet! Where we–”

She hadn’t realised it until her bedroom door had burst open but she had balled herself up into a corner on her bed, her hands were bunched up in her hair and strands had fallen all around her.

This was probably Juliet’s worst fear, someone seeing her in one of her weakest states. She didn’t want to look up at whoever just came in, simply hoping that they’d leave.

“Are you okay?” It was Yuna. She sounded uncomfortable, she wasn’t sure what she should do, Juliet was clearly not okay, anyone could see that.

The silence was thick between them. Juliet had started shaking, almost rocking back and forth in her corner.

“Juliet?”

“I don’t know what to do,” Juliet’s voice was shaky, “I don’t know what to do.”

“What are you talking about?” Yuna kept her voice soft, quickly closing the bedroom door and rushing over to the bed.

“I-I keep having these th-thoughts and I’m so scared, Leyla.” The last half of her sentence came out more like a choked sob, her English just barely coming out. She had to admit the truth to herself, she’s scared. She’s scared of everything. Every year always seems to add on something worse to the last and she couldn’t take it anymore. She feels hurt, even when she’s not supposed to be. She doesn’t know what to do anymore and she’s afraid of the places her mind can take her.

Yuna’s eyes widened, she had called Yuna by her English name, something she was so sure the other girls had forgotten about. God, Yuna hadn’t heard that name in ages but in all honesty she loved hearing it again and it warmed her heart that Juliet had remembered, even that she had called her that.

She placed her hand on Juliet’s back, finding that she was freezing cold. Yuna was not expecting the face that had greeted her when Juliet looked up. Juliet’s face had been replaced by what looked like the shell of her once bright expression. Her eyes were deep-set and dark, her cheeks hollow and her skin so pale it almost looked like she was dead. Her mind raced as to what could’ve possibly got Juliet to this state, she always seemed so happy.

“It’s okay, this will pass.” She wasn’t sure exactly what to say in this situation, if Juliet’s talking about what she thinks she’s talking about.

“You don’t understand! It won’t!” Tears ran down Juliet’s face like it was nothing, she doesn't even notice them anymore. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? How many times I’ve repeated that to myself in hopes that it would come true?” She knows her anger is misplaced, Yuna’s just trying to help, but she can’t help it.

“I’m so tired, Leyla, I just want to go,” Juliet swallowed thickly, “I just want to go to bed and never wake up, I’m tired of living a life that I can’t enjoy.”

“Jules...” Juliet could almost hear the disappointment in her voice, just like everybody else she’s ever dared to tell this to. She drags her eyes away from Yuna’s and down at her duvet, she really didn’t want to know what Yuna was thinking.

“Can I just talk to you? Like just... just words, between us?”

Yuna nods, propping herself up on the bed, shivering as her back touched the cold wall. She pulled Juliet into her, if there was one thing she always knew to do it was to keep her close in her arms.

“Everyone has something they hate, right? Whether it be irrational or not.” Juliet fidgets in her seat, “I don’t know about everyone else but mine’s irrational, so irrational you’d probably think I was disgusting.”

Juliet could just tell Yuna’s chuckle was slightly forced, anyone would try and laugh in what felt like such an uncomfortable silence.

“It’s showering. I hate showering, it’s so... vulnerable and I can’t stand it.” Even she had to laugh just at how pathetic she sounded. “You know I try, I do, I can’t just not shower because that actually would be disgusting and that’s not what I want. It’s just that everytime I think I’m okay I go and have a shower and suddenly every bad thought I’ve ever had comes rushing back.”

Yuna can only nod in understanding.

“Ever since Lyra left I’ve had to drown out silence with anything, usually it would be music but some things I just can’t bear to listen to anymore and it sucks. It’s like everything that happened to her was my fault and I can’t handle it. I can’t be left alone anymore, I can’t and I know this. However, there’s nothing I can do to change that.” Her tears had stopped, instead her head was turned away from Yuna’s, resting against the wall and on top of her arm.

“I feel like whenever I’m around other people I bring destruction, y’know?”

“Oh that’s not true!” Yuna frowned.

“How would you know? No offence but you’ve only been in my life for like a year and a half and clearly you haven’t seen everything.” Juliet scoffs.

This would be the perfect time to tell her about what really happened last year but Juliet quickly decided that that would be another can of worms she’d rather not open. Not now.

“Well that’s gotta stand for something, I mean you haven’t hurt me and I don’t see you doing it in the future.” Yuna’s hopeful, Juliet’s glad that she is but she knows the truth — that she’ll always push those closest to her away until it’s far too late.

“And hey, if you can’t be alone then you don’t have to be!” She squeezed Juliet’s arm, “I’ll always stay by your side and if you get sick of me I can go but I’m always available!”

For the first time in a while Juliet smiled, she genuinely smiled. It was comforting to know Yuna wasn’t going to give up on her, she knew that any of her other members would probably give her the same sentiment but she’d known them for three years and they all had their own shit to deal with, none of them would ever really stick by her side at all times. Of course she had no way of knowing whether Yuna would live up to her words but through the year she’s known her she didn’t think she wouldn’t. Yuna seemed like the sweetest, even back when she watched her on Produce she was only nothing but nice to the other trainees, and she always looked a little lonely around the dorms, she didn’t even have a roommate which wasn’t exactly helpful when moving into a group of six other girls she didn’t know. It wouldn’t hurt for them to bond a little.

She stuck out her pinky finger, “Promise?”

“Promise.” Yuna grinned, locking her pinky into Juliet’s.

#kumokocnet #bobakocnet #aeskocnet #juliet — dev #kpop oc #kpop oc group #fake kpop idol #idol oc #this has been a hard one to write pls do mind the tags esp in the first half

[smvt-cemetery]

Ellie’s unlikely encounter.

I was on my way back home from school having to cut through various alleyways so as to avoid being mugged and raped in this hell hole of a city, murders and thievery are so common here I always keep a can of pepper spray on me but anything can happen in this city when the height of these buildings force us to live in the shadows; I was walking my usual route which involves cutting through a few alleyways before I feel comfortable enough walking the main straight back to my house, when I passed by the usual restaurant with the usual dishwasher cursing the head chef as he takes out the spilling trash bags everything seemed pretty normal until a sharp whistle shot through the air “Heeyyyy pumpkiiinn! Whatcha doin’ walkin’ around in a lil’ skirt like that!” “Must be waitin’ for the janitor to snatch her up!” “Maybe she’s headin’ to uncle Roy’s place!” “Maybe daddy’s got a thing for his lil’ girl!” “Is that it, pumpkin? Daddy got you wearin’ his favorite skirt for em’?” “Oh, come on, baby! You can be my lil’ baby girl all you want, I’ll make sure you get all the attention you deserve!” “Awww, come on, baby, I’ll be your daddy from now on, I’ll protect you baby!” It was a group of clowns with bad makeup and an even worse sense of fashion, I couldn’t get a good count of how many of them there were, as soon as they started flicking their tongues and humping the air I bolted out of the alley, they howled and hooted at me as they set off to chase me down, I go down the Main Street but traffics busy so I cut the corner the my right, lights and horns whirl into one another, screaming for help but nobody listens, nobody messes with these guys, I cut into another alley hoping to lose them, I can hear them shouting for me, I pull down whatever I can to the ground to slow them down, they’re hot on my tail, my heart’s way ahead of my feet, Im running out of breath, I make a move to cut a corner only to swept away in the arms of one of the clowns grabbing me by the waist, I kick my legs and pound his back screaming “Somebody help!!! Please!! Somebodyyyy!!! Ugh!” He slams me up against the wall, I reach for my pepper spray but they grab my wrist and pry it out of my hands, I close my eyes and look at the ground praying to god he hears me, one of the clowns blurts out to me “aww, don’t look so down babe’s, we’ll take real good care uh’ya, you can even call me daddy!” They all burst into laughter, my face turns sour trying to hold back the tears and that’s when I hear his voice pierce through us all, our spines shuddering like a breeze through trees “What’s this all about! Why must I be disturbed?!” His voice high in pitch and scratchy in texture I’ve only ever heard stories of him but from the looks on the clowns faces they’ve clearly fucked, “Uhh, we was jus playin’ with a lil’ piece, boss, see? She ain’t nothin’-“ he cuts him off “Nothing! Apparently it's enough to ruin my beauty sleep! Since when do you have any right to tell me the value of such things!” “Uh-boss I swear I din’t mean nothin’ by it, we was jus playing with a lil’ meat we happen t’ see passin’ by-“ “AND MY PEACE IS TO BE SACRIFICED FOR YOUR DEGENERACY!” “Uh-I’m sorry boss! I’m sor-“ PAWP! The entire skull of the clown pops like a balloon, gallons of blood and the residue of shattered skull and meat slapping against the pavement, his fallen body twitching for the mercy of god, my entire body jolts with static shooting through me in every direction at once, the other clowns shudder but they know better than to run off “The last thing I need is a pathetic-sorry-little sap! As for the rest of you out of my sight, NOW!” “YES BOSS!”

The clowns bolt for the other way. I sit there with my arms wrapped around my knees close to my chest trembling with my eyes sealed shut, praying I’ve truly been spared just now. I’ve never seen a gun in person let alone watching a man’s head blown to fucking bits, not even in this rut of a fucking city… tears trickle down my cheeks, that’s when I hear another voice from a woman, her pitch really high with a smooth texture “Awww, look watchou’ve done, big daddy, you’ve scared the poor lil’ thing!” The man with the gun snaps back “O’shut up Harley! Now’s not the time for your pseudo-maternal bickering! Go back inside!” Harley shoots back “Oh, mister big boy gettin’ all worked up all the sudden, this ain’t like you! I told you I’d give you a back rub butchya wanna be in your feelings, well look atcha now daddy! Ain’t so happy now, are ya!” I sink my head in my arms, whimpering, he snaps back “Shutupshutupshutup! I’ve had enough of your voice, Harley! AHHHHHHHHH! Why of all days does this trash need to disturb me!!! Rrrrghhhhh” He locks his bulging eyes on me, his back arched, his chest heaving, a disheveled smile across his face, slightly foaming from the corners of his mouth, his face completely whitened with red lips smeared across his face, black eye shadow, green hair, adorning a dark purple suit well tailored against his slim frame, white gloves over his hands, a yellow vest, a white button down, a green tie, black and white dress shoes-he speaks to me “Oh, where are my manners? Darling, I must apologize, allow me to introduce myself! I! Am a long standing foe of the man in black with cute little ears, the people look upon me as a monster but truly they misunderstand the quarrel between the bat and I as we merely suffer through a rough patch as so often happens between such passionate lovers, but we will make up! Oh! We will make up, you’ll see! But for you, darling, you may know me as,” he curtsies “The Joker.” “And I’m Harley!” “And she is to go back inside and shut her fucking trap!” He stomps his foot and shoots her a glare, Harley stands her ground, leaning forward and perching her lips as she observes her nails “Yea, yea, yea, bring her up already, I wanna brush her hair!” Still trembling with my knees to my chest Joker looks back at me with a fat grin on his face “Now dear, there‘s no need to fear, I assure you those little goons will no longer be of any trouble to you, should they dare cause you any trouble they’ll be a gelded lot, you’ll see!” He lends me his hand, I take his hand… after almost being gang raped only for the men to be driven away by the luck of god I feel an urge to express my gratitude to Joker… I reach in my pocket and pull out my lucky coin, “h-here you go, sir, it’s my lucky coin… I’d like to thank you…” “AW! Would you look at that, Harley! She’s given me a coin! And a lucky one at that! My! Thank you, darling, I shall treasure this coin through to my final moments, oh! What a sobbing mess they’ve put you through, let’s bring you in and get you all dolled up.”

They bring me into their home “This is no home! It is our lair!” I mean, their lair “Our lair!” our lair, Harley launches herself onto me, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing tightly, she easily towers over me by more than a head suffocating me with her boobs, I return the favor and she says “Gee, you’re quite the little woman, aren’t ya? Ehhh, we gotta do somethin’ about these clothes, what are ya goin’ to a funeral? Come on, step outta the clothes, baby, we gotta get ya into somethin’ sexy.” I didn’t expect to literally be dolled up, I didn’t know what to expect, I certainly didn’t expect to strip in front of strangers, my, I’m still a virgin... I mean, I’m no total prude, I’m familiar with my rubbing technique and I’ve fingered myself ‘a plenty but, but having the hands of others on me, no... I’ve never been touched by anyone else, she leads me in the bathroom, tiles among the walls are chipped and misplaced, the mirror on the wall massive though littered with punches, the light stretching from wall to wall close to the ceiling stark blue, I stand there motionless, “Come on! What are ya waitin’ for? What, I can’t see ya naked? Gimme those clothes, baby.” I, I, I strip my jacket off, I unbutton my blouse and let it fall from my shoulders, I kick off my shoes, only my bra, my skirt and leggings remain “Come on, darling, we gotta see it all.” I unclasp the hem of my skirt, shimmying my hips side to side as I let it fall to the ground... “Come on, don’t be shy, baby, mama’s gotta see what you’re workin’ with.” ... oh god... what would my parents say if they saw me like this? I.. I, I unhook my bra letting my breasts hang free, the air extra chilly swaying against my exposed skin... my, my nipples... they harden “Wow, checkout the udders on my little girl!” My face is flushed with rosy cheeks, my, my vagina, my vagina feels tingly and warm, my thighs feel fuzzy, my head’s so light, I feel embarrassed but, but... no.. no, no, no, this is wrong, this is... “Come on, baby, just one more piece to go, we’re almost there.” I slip my thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties, my head spinning as I watch my panties slip past my knees to the floor beneath my feet, my, my hole completely exposed to this stranger, I instinctively place a hand over my mound and my arm across my breasts; Harley disarms me and turns me to the mirror facing my naked body shattered in the reflection with a hole where my face should be, “So ya got a lil’ chonk on ya, so what? It’s your body, sweet pea, that’s all that counts!” She pecks my cheek “we ain’t gonna hurt ya, come now, it’s time for a bath.”

Steam rises from the water in the bathtub, “Awright now, come on sweet pea, got the water all nice and hot for ya.” I step into the water and gasp as I turn to see Harley stripping herself bare “What? Didn’t think I’m gonna get my clothes all wet did ya? Don’t be silly now, mama’s got a rockin’ bod, don’t she?” She cocks her hip to the side, making her boobs jiggle a little, she smiles at me, I blush and nod my head in agreement, turning my head so as to hide my licking lips... she steps in with me, my back facing her, she sits herself down “Come on, baby, come to mama, no need to make this awkward, mama just wants to clean her sweet lil’ baby.” I lower myself to the surface of the tub, lightly groaning as I lean myself in her arms, her boobs pressing against my back, so soft, so full, so big, my heart beating against my chest being so exposed and close with another woman, a woman, especially with a woman such as Harley “Mama!” mama... Mama cups water in her hands and pours it onto my hair, she doesn’t stop until my hair is damp, she sweeps my hair back away from my face, I slowly melt in her hands, I, I’ve never been this close with a woman before, my god... Harley reassured me in a lower tone “there, there, sweet pea, mama’s gonna make everything just right.” She soaps up her hands, she slides her hands underneath my arms, reaching around for my boobs, she grabs my breasts “my oh my, sweet pea, little baby’s really got some stacks her, huh? Mama’s gonna take real good care of ya, mama’s got a lotta love for ya.” She grabs a handful of my breasts, drawing her fingers back until they reach my nipples, she massaged my nipples, slightly pinching them, my head slowly receding back, I whimper, mama tells me “you really got some nice tits on ya, no wonder those nasty men wanted to get their hands on ya.” She kneads my tits with slow and tender motions, “but that’s awright, sweet pea, you’re with us now, our little girl, our little baby, daddy and mommy have been trynna get pregnant for a while now, but seems like there were other plans for us, we got you now, sweet pea, our sweet lil’ baby, ain’t no one gonna lay a hand on you and get away with it.” She leans into my ear, she licks my ear, she nibbles on my lobe, she flicks her tongue deep in my ear, “Sometimes I call him Mr. J, sometimes Daddy, but never Joker, he don’t like that, and neither do I, only the dogs call him ‘Joker’ he’d love for you to call him daddy, as for me, I’m mama, and I’m mommy, got it?” I purr to her “Yes, mama...” mama trails one of her hands down across my tummy and in between my legs, butterflies swarming within me, she massages my pussy, she rubs my clit “You ever have anyone touch you here before?” “No...” “You’re safe in mama’s hands, sweet pea.” She massaged the simp of my pussy, sliding a finger in me, I’m so, sooo wet, my entire body buzzing with heat, “How’s that, sweet pea?” “S-sooo good, mama, mmm...” she slides another finger inside my hole, I can hardly catch my breath, my thighs squeeze her hands, my toes curl, I hold onto her legs, she quickens the pace of her in and out motions, curving her fingers toward my belly, my hips gyrating against her palm, my eyes rolling in the back of my head, biting my lip, water splashing as she fucks me with her fingers, my pussy so fucking wet, wetter than I’ve been in my entire life, fuck, fuuuuccckkk, my pussy contracts around her fingers, she licks, sucks and nibbles on my neck, static shooting throughout my body in waves, my whimpering turns into crying, “fuck, mama, fuck! Fuck me, mama, fuck me, I’m yours mama, fuck me, please! Oh, fuck mama!” She uses her other hand to rub my clit and I’m completely lost now, my vision blurs, I don’t know if I’m fainting, am I blacking out??? My entire body convulses in her hands, I want nothing more than to lie in mama’s hands, I want nothing more than to let mama take care of me, my god, I can’t believe my own words, how could I be saying this, how could I harbor such thou-“ohhhh fuuckkk, o-oh-oh my-oh my god, ma-mama, fuck-fuck me mama” mama really gives

it to me hard, my entire wracking in her arms, water rippling all around us, my pussy so hot, my head buzzing, are those stars? Oh my, they, they must be stars, those are stars, oh my... “Sweet pea enjoyed her little homecoming gift?” “Y-yesss, mama.. thank you, thank you...” “There ain’t no need to thank me, sweet pea, mama wants to make sure her lil’ baby gets the proper treatment she deserves, now come on, time to get ya in some clothes!”

Mama takes a towel and dries us both off, being extra tender enough to pat me dry on my face, my boobs, my pussy... mama wraps a towel around my head, grabs my cheeks and squishes them together, pecking my lips a thousand times. Walking back into the main room daddy was speaking to several men on their knees before him bowing their heads, he was shouting at them “If anyone sees you take out their eyes, do you understand!” “You got it boss!” “Out with you now!” They scurried through the door. “I wuv you awready, sweet pea! Now! About those clothes... here, try this on!” Mama dresses me up in a red and black plaid skirt nowhere near my knees, a button down blouse with my sleeves rolled up to my elbows and a few buttons at the top loosened, red-wine colored socks coming up to my knees, leather wrist cuffs around the obvious, black-leather shoes with a buckle in the center, and, uhm.. no panties… After having been finger fucked by the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen and dressing up in this skimpy outfit I’ve never felt like such a slut before and yet… I like it… mama slips a ring on my right middle finger flashing her own ring on the same finger of her own hand, “See! Now we really are mother and daughter! Till death do us part!” Mr. J snaps “Don’t be surprised if you find yourself wanting to sever her tongue! I may even conspire with you!” “Daddy would be lost without my tongue.” Mama winks at him “Now time for the best part! The makeup!” Mama makes my face as white as hers, my lips are now red but not as wide as hers making my lips look small and plump, the skin around my eyes darkened to black with purple atop my eyelids, she ties my hair in a bun letting a generous amount of strands hang low, my nails are now a dark shade of green, my arms glowing with glitter “We’ll worry about ur hair later, and here, you’ll need this” mama hands me a gun with a waist strap... I’m visibly shaken as I’ve never handled a gun before, dear god, am I going to behave to shoot-ki-kill someone?... “don’t worry, baby, you’ll get the hang of it, mama’s gonna teach everything ya need to kno! Doesn’t she look cute with a pistol, daddy?” Looking in the mirror I don’t recognize the gir-or-the woman… I’ve become… I start to panic at the thought of my family, where are they, oh, how worried they must be of me, what would they think if they saw me like this, I must go back, I can’t stay here, what am I doing! “My parents! My family! I can’t be here, I have to go back, what about my parents? What would they think if they saw me like this?” Mr. J cocks his pistol “We are your parents now, darling. Those people won’t be of any bother to you any longer.” Mama grabs my cheeks and leans her face close to me “I know how scary this must be sweety; one minute you’re almost gang raped, and the next you’re part of a whole new family, but don’t worry, ain’t nothin’ to be afraid of with us, we’ll look after you, sweet pea, we ain’t gonna let ya rot.” I stammer for words “b-but, I-I-I must go back, what would they do without me, they must be worried by now, wondering where I am, I-I-I-“ mama locks her lips with mine, I groan in her mouth, she slips her tongue in my mouth sucking on mine, she grabs me the hips and pulls me close to her, she runs her hands up to my tits, she pulls her lips away “it’s okay, sweet pea.”

Mama lays me back onto a bed, my bed, mama lies next to me, kissing me, pressing her body against mine, sucking on my tongue, biting my lip, licking my ear, sucking my earlobe, I reach for her tits, her voluptuous, milky tits, kneading them deeply, she sucks on my neck, leaving her mark, groping my boobs, pinching my nipple, daddy’s lowers himself down between my legs waiting no time devouring my pussy, licking my clit and fucking me with his long fingers, curving them towards my belly, my back arches as I wrap my legs around his head, my sopping pussy making creamy noises from his finger fucking, mama moves down to my chest sucking on my nipple flicking it with her tongue, daddy spits on his finger and slides it in my butthole, I didn’t expect that, I especially didn’t expect to enjoy it more than it hurt, I didn’t even feel any pain, I only felt my pussy grip daddy’s tongue tight as he slipped it in me, my pussy was fucking soaked having him finger my shit-hole and devouring my pussy at the same time, I’m crying for more like the little slut I am, wanting mommy and daddy to never end this rapturous pleasure, that’s when mommy flips us over so that I’m on top of her “suck on mommy’s tits, baby, get your vitamins in” yes ma’am! I ravage mommy’s tits with my sopping mouth, kneading them really fucking hard for all her milk, gritting her nipple between my teeth, her moaning echoes through my body like the overture of a symphony, her milk so warm and sweet, fuck! I love mommy’s tits! Daddy gets to work on devouring my little shit hole fucking my pussy with his fingers, fucking me so hard I bite down on mommy’s tits screaming and crying and praying for daddy to fuck me forever and ever, daddy slaps my ass making me squeal like a whore, mommy moans pushing the my face deep in her tits, “mmmm, just like that baby, fuck, mommy loves that, ohhh” daddy’s fucking my push so hard I can’t take it anymore, my toes curling, my entire body buzzing with the tides of my orgasm washing over my body, whimpering in mommy’s tit as I cum all over daddy’s fingers, Mr. J teases me “What a messy little slut out little baby is” he slaps my ass. I let mommy’s tit plop out of my mouth with a wide grin across my face struggling to come back down to earth, “She’s had such a long day, daddy, nothin’ like a good night’s rest to feel new again. Come on, sweet pea, I’ll tuck you in.”

After tucking me in they lean in to kiss me goodnight. Mr. J asks me “Ellie’s quite an adorable name, but how about Pumpkin? Would you like to be our little pumpkin?” “I would love to be you r little pumpkin…” “awww she’s one ‘a us now! Sweet dreams, pumpkin!” “Sweet dreams, darling” “thank you mama and daddy, goodnight... I love you...” “awwww, we love you all the same!” They peck me a thousand more times all over my face before leaving me be in my new bed, in my new home, my new parents, my new family… what a day...

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[gma-crafts]

The Purrposal

The biggest thanks to @iloveyou-3000 for beta-reading faster than I could say Boom! You’ve been such a big help! A big smooch to @robertdowneyjjr for being such a sweet co-parent to the feline trio - check out her fics about the catdad!ironhusbands linked below!

Word Count: 3,286 Warnings: just loads of fluff, “very soft and gay” - test readers Characters: James Rhodes, Tony Stark, and their cats Mochi, Susu and Jonathan Summary: Tony lost something. Rhodey offers his help. But sometimes you only know what you’ve been looking for when you find it.

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“Honeeey?” “What?”  “Where’s my super suit?” “Whaaat??” 

“Where the hell did she go?” 

Rhodey drew his attention away from the movie he was watching. It’s not like he was able to actually concentrate on it anyway, ever since Tony slid into the room wearing his fuzzy socks  ten minutes ago, and started opening  drawers and doors, growing more and more frantic each time. Mochi, who had been sleeping on Rhodey’s lap, posing as a fluffy white bun, woke up from the ruckus and hopped off the couch to find a less noisy spot somewhere else in the house; and, honestly, Rhodey couldn’t blame her. 

“You good there, Tones?” He asked over his shoulder, though he doubted he’d get a proper answer. Ever since he and his boyfriend moved in together two years ago, those hectic outbursts with Tony forgetting about everything and everyone within a two-mile radius became one of the less pleasant parts of their everyday life. 

Don’t get him wrong, Rhodey loved waking up next to this beautiful disaster of a man, brushing back the mess of curls and watch those Bambi eyes flutter open. His military operations had him exposed to raw, untouched wilderness all over the planet, from desert sunrise to dusk setting over a snow-covered tundra. None of those ever had him stop and stare as when Tony’s soft, chocolatey gaze fell on him, spreading a warmth he almost felt physically. 

But while Rhodey was a romantic at heart, as well as hopelessly in love with his oldest friend, he also was a calm and rational man - you’d never see him run around like a headless chicken in search for anything. Whenever something would be misplaced (and Rhodey liked to make clear that he was in no way affiliated with losing it in the first place), he would track it down systematically. 

Tony, however, was different. He could hyper-fixate on a scientific concept for weeks, only to then revolutionize it in his basement workshop on a Friday afternoon. He kept track of  a multitude of important things with an ease Rhodey only could envy. But if Tony discovered his favourite hoodie, the Stark Tech drafts Pepper had been expecting for weeks or Jonathan’s catnip toy weren’t where he assumed they’d be, the genius was gone in no time. You could set a countdown from ninety seconds down and watch him turn from chill to hysteric once it hit zero. 

The time must’ve been up way before Tony dashed into their living room. Rhodey’s question went unheard and the bang of the highboard’s bottom drawer sounded particularly final. Rhodey hopped over the backrest with a small sigh - this goddamn hectic! - and squatted down next to one of the world’s richest people squirming on the ground, face pressed into the small gap between the expensive leather couch and the Italian oak floorboards , cooing and frolicking with a tremor in his voice that replaced Rhodey’s bewilderment with worry. 

“Care to tell me what you’re looking for?” 

“-t now, she’s gotta be here somewhere, f'god’s sake..”, came the muffled response. Rhodey gave his nose a small rub with his knuckle, more to gather himself than  to cure an itch; he then hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Tony’s cargo pants and tugged him closer, ignoring the small yelp of protest, and cupped his boyfriend’s face firmly. Rhodey would tear up over the pout Tony sported later, he had to remain serious now. 

“Babe. We talked about this. Stop making yourself all panicky and tell me what’s up.” Rhodey emphasized every sentence with planting a kiss on the absolute mess of curls, and with each, Tony’s grip on his wrists loosened a little. Finally he let some of his tension slip and leaned into Rhodey’s touch, still a bit out of breath from crawling all over the floor. His eyes were suspiciously bright when he finally answered.

“It’s Susu. I can’t find her! I looked for her all day, went through every room twice, I checked the laundry, all the drawers, I shook the treat box til I spilt half of them on the stairs, JARVIS went through the tapes for the last 48 hours, I checked all the beds and scratch trees. She. Is. Gone.” He huffed and slumped down against Rhodey’s chest, who immediately wound him into a hug. 

“I lost my baby, Platypus. Probably locked her out days ago without even noticing and now she got run over by a car or froze to death or the Chitauri abducted her to-” 

“Tony”, he cut off his boyfriend’s ramblings “First of all, nobody freezes to death in Malibu, especially not in June. Second of all, if she really had gotten lost outside, JARVIS wouldn’t have tracked her chip to still be inside this house. That was the very first thing you told him to do, remember?” 

Tony nodded, his hair tickling Rhodey’s cheek. “Remind me to enhance the accuracy down to the very inch she’s standing on”, he mumbled against his boyfriend’s shoulder, hands gripping tighter on the fabric of Rhodey’s henley, his cheek vibrating from the chuckle the taller man let out. 

“Anything, babe . But first let’s get you a snack and some water. Something’s telling me you haven’t eaten all day. And then we’ll find Susu together.” 

Tony frowned at that suggestion, and Rhodey would’ve laughed out loud ‘cause it made him look so much like that genius, stubborn teenage boy that burst into his dorm room years ago, throwing his world upside down. Instead, he just smiled into Tony’s disastrous bedhead one last time before urging him towards the pantry. 

Five minutes later, a granola-munching Tony followed Rhodey around as they searched for the smallest member of their feline bunch. It’s been almost a year since the two of them had adopted the pitch-black ball of fluff along with their oldest cat, Jonathan. Officially, they were brought into their little family to keep their first furbaby, Mochi, company; in reality, Rhodey had suggested taking in another cat after Mochi declared him his favourite person, and after Tony became less and less efficient in hiding that he was genuinely hurt by this decision. 

While Jonathan never missed the opportunity to strut all over Tony’s face with a satisfied purr every morning, Susu and him grew especially close. Of course, Tony turned down any attempt of Rhodey’s to point out how much alike they were - tiny, soft, energetic bundles of joy, always on the jump to their next adventure, experiencing the world around them with a mind so sharp and a curiosity so insatiable Rhodey gave up on trying to understand them long ago. And every time  he thought he finally had it sorted out, discovered the pattern, they’d turn around and surprise him with an entire new facette. But yeah, he was totally making all of that up. 

They decided to start with their bedroom, since this was where Susu was most likely to be found - if she wasn’t napping in one of the twelve cat beds scattered in Tony’s workshop. While both Jonathan and Mochi mastered the art of coincidentally wanting to take a nap in the room you were already in, Susu never made her affection for Tony a secret. Rhodey often caught her checking in on Tony between naps with her high-pitched meows, her soft purrs, sometimes shamelessly bumping her head into his arm until he caved in and gave her some much-needed  belly rubs. Those two chaotic goblins clinging to each other like conjoined twins made it even more suspicious that Susu hadn’t been seen for some hours now. 

Rhodey tried his best to hide that he began to worry about the kitten’s sudden disappearance. With Tony still padding along behind him, he entered the bedroom and decided to start his search counterclockwise. Rhodey made sure to include Tony as best as he could, make him feel useful and not spiral further down; he asked him to hold up the sheets while he tried to squeeze under the bed with soft coos, or made Tony get the treats while he went through the first third of their wardrobe. Tony did as he was told, way calmer now as if Rhodey’s presence alone helped him to not lose his marbles. 

He was in the middle of searching the top of their wardrobe as well as the upper compartments, when Rhodey heard a soft “Oh!” from across the room, where their dresser stood. He half jumped, half tumbled down the chair he was standing on and hurried over to where Tony hunched over the second to bottom drawer - the one with the old shirts Tony wore in his workshop. Rhodey sat down next to him, hand reaching to pull his boyfriend into a comforting hug, when he caught a glimpse of why Tony was on the verge of crying. 

Two very yellow, very sleepy-looking spots were blinking up to him from between two stacks of black shirts. He now realized that Tony wasn’t sobbing, but non-stop mumbling to the little black cat squeezed into the already crammed drawer; a wild mix of profanities and affectionate murmurs. Rhodey let out a sigh of relief and reached over Tony’s shoulder to scratch Susu’s ear, much to her delight. 

“-was so worried you stupid tiny fur noodle… checked this drawer like three times and you didn’t even wake up”, his boyfriend croaked and quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, before bending down and planting a big smooch on the kitten’s head. Susu responded with a friendly mewl and nuzzled her face against Tony’s cheek as if she hadn’t been M.I.A. for the past few hours, as if she was just checking in on him as usual, and yeah, now Tony cried. 

Carefully he wiggled his hands around Susu’s tummy, lifting her a bit before placing one hand underneath her hind legs for support. But Susu, who had been fast asleep not even two minutes ago, wasn’t so eager to leave her hideout yet, and when Tony pulled her closer to his chest, two of the shirts came along with the cat, attached to her claws only by a couple of threads. And with the shirts and a small thud, something else fell to the floor, and Rhodey’s heart jumped to his throat. 

“What’s that? You’ve been hoarding treasures in there, you stinky gremlin?”, Tony cooed, Susu pressed against him with one hand as he leaned down. Rhodey suppressed a small yelp; he had forgotten what he had put in that drawer until now. He tried to snatch it before Tony could see what it was, but both his hands had been too busy with running his boyfriend’s back up and down in soothing circles. A slim, calloused hand closed around the fine leather, and the soft words muttered into the kitten’s fur faded into silence. 

Rhodey waited for a reaction, any reaction, but Tony just sort of froze, staring at the box he held, dumbstruck. He had no doubt Tony recognized the logo embossed into the lid immediately, connected the dots, and the longer the only audible sound was Susu purring like a fuzzy Bentley, the more anxious he became.  

“Rhodey, is this what I think it is?” He didn’t look at the taller man, just slowly turned the box over and over in his hand, brows furrowed. Well, that wasn’t exactly a No, right? With gentle fingers Rhodey took the box from Tony’s grasp and flipped the lid open with his thumb, his eyes not leaving Tony’s face. 

The frown slipped off his boyfriend’s features like a heap of snow from a rooftop, his eyes glistening with emotion and a sob tugging on the corner of his mouth. Tony lifted Susu a bit higher, buried his face in her fur for a second before he gently sat her down on the dresser, and reached to touch the slim metal band sitting in a bed of dark velvet. 

“It’s made from our suits’ old chest plates. Y’know, that ‘piece of my heart’ thing. It’s sappy I know, but I liked it better than some fancy white gold or platinum,” Rhodey explained, more to calm his nerves than to actually share the info. Tony remained quiet, his thumb brushing over the anthracite metal, separated by a thin line of hot rod red and the tiny aquamarine sitting on top of it. Was that a smile? Yeah, but a sad one. Rhodey waited in anticipation for Tony to say something. 

“I, um… I guess you want to keep that now.” Rhodey’s heart death-dropped from his throat to the soles of his feet. What? 

“Tones, what are you talking about?” While he spoke, he set down the ring box on top of the dresser, where Susu gave it a curious sniff. 

“I spent way more time on coming up with the perfect moment to give it to you than I’m willing to admit. The only reason I haven’t asked to put it on your finger yet is ‘cause I’m having the hardest time finding words for just how much I love you, and how happy it’d make me to be at your side, as your husband.“ 

Tony still didn’t look at him, arms wrapped around himself tightly and, oh no, Rhodey knew what that meant. They were back to spiraling, but the different kind. Quickly he closed the gap between them, his hands squeezing into the space between Tony’s biceps and ribs, gently forcing his crossed arms apart. The smaller man giggled involuntarily, and shied away from getting wound into yet another hug, but Rhodey wasn’t having any of it; his hands remaining on Tony’s waist, he pushed slowly, but firmly, until his boyfriend had to give in to the pressure. 

Stumbling backwards until he hit the bed, Tony found himself harboured in by Rhodey’s arms on either side of his face, anchored down by the taller man hovering over him, so close he could feel Rhodey’s warm breath on his neck. It was hard letting your insecurities take the best of you, when the man you loved smiled down at you warm and tender like that. 

Tony had a history with pushing through hard times alone, no one there to offer him comfort, even if he had been able to ask for it. Rhodey knew that isolating himself became one of Tony’s default responses to emotional stress, and he tried his best to let him know, at least physically, that he didn’t need to endure everything alone. Little did he know that for Tony, every kiss and every hug felt like a heating pad on an aching muscle. 

"Tony. You’re the most brilliant yet most dense man I’ve ever met. Honestly, who looks at an engagement ring and goes ‘Oh, whoops! Must’ve been a mistake, that can’t possibly be for me’? I’ve spent years trying to figure out how that beautiful mind of yours works, and all it got me was a thinning hairline. So, Tones. Babe. Tell me what on earth makes you think I wouldn’t wanna marry you right here, right now?" 

Tony squirmed around beneath him, his eyes glistening again; Rhodey didn’t move an inch. They’d talk this out, and they’d do it now, before Tony fled into his workshop and had JARVIS lock him out for three days straight. 

"I- it’s just…”, Tony started, rather at a loss of words than reluctant to open up to his boyfriend; but eventually, the dam broke. 

“I don’t see how you could possibly wanna marry me after I spent all day going bonkers over a cat, after I roamed the entire house twice, like an idiot, cried about seven times and didn’t even think of asking you for help 'til you physically dragged me away from crawling underneath the couch and- and”, he caught a quick breath, before continuing twice as fast “And I’m clearly not fit to be a good and supportive husband to you when I can’t even keep my shit together over a trifle like this, and just bottle up instead of asking for help, when I disappointed you and Susu with acting like an actual five-year-old and I don’t even know wh-" 

The rest of the sentence was muffled by Rhodey’s lips on his, taking the breath for further rambling straight out of his lungs. The first sobs escaped Tony, and Rhodey switched to covering his face with pecks, kissing away the tear on his temple, brushing a thumb over the corner of his mouth until it lifted up into a tiny smile. Underneath him, Tony’s body was pliant now, and he just let Rhodey shield him from the world. 

“Sweetheart. Dearest idiot mechanic. You may have synthesized a new element, but being brilliant apparently made you forget that you threw no less than seven birthday parties for your bots. And that I attended all of them. Going feral over a missing cat is not what makes me love you less, it’s what made me fall for you in the first place. You care about things most people wouldn’t even notice. The only idiot here? Clearly me for waiting so long with proposing and finally make you mine, with all your quirks. If you want, that is,” he added quickly. 

And now Tony beamed, and he sobbed, and he hiccuped all at once, and goodness gracious how did he manage to look so disastrous yet so beautiful, Rhodey would never get used to this. Slender fingers tugged on his neck, pulling him into another kiss. 

“Of course I wanna marry my Platypus. ‘course I wanna be yours”, Tony muttered against his lips, the tears rolling down his face not only his now. Rhodey smiled into the kiss, hands finding their way into Tony’s hair, lips trailing down the arch of Tony’s neck like they did countless times before. And when he got a soft, delicate moan as an answer it really couldn’t get any better- Only that it could. 

“Hang in there for a sec”, Rhodey muttered and got up, scurrying over to where he left the ring on the dresser, with Susu guarding it like a fluffy loaf of bread. He reached for the box when a streak of muffled cusses erupted behind him. 

“G’dammit Jonathan! Off my face you fuzzy bastard I’m. Not. Catnip!” 

Rhodey turned around just in time to see the big grey tabby stretching out contentedly all over Tony’s head, as if he were his favourite toy. Tony’s efforts to get Jonathan off of him were sabotaged by Mochi, who had entered the room along with the older cat, and now took a seat on Tonys arm, making it useless in the man’s attempt to not suffocate. Rhodey grabbed both Susu and the box and hurried over to save his boyfriend - no! - his fiance. 

“Didn’t strike you as the one to wear fur, Tones”, he quipped as he lifted the tabby off of Tony. Jonathan shot him a disgraceful look, before he scattered off to see if he could find some more of the treats Tony spilt earlier; Mochi and Susu followed heel. While Tony sat up and wiped the cat hair off his face with his shirt, Rhodey smiled down on him, opening the box once more to finally place the ring where it belonged. The small ‘click’ made Tony look up; and when Rhodey reached for his hand, and the cool metal settled against his flesh, his smile didn’t falter for a second. 

“So, Babe,” Rhodey spoke after a minute of silence. He leaned forward until their lips met, softly pushing further, and Tony let himself sink back all too willingly. “Wanna pick up where we left off?”

#ironhusbands #tony stark #james rhodes #catdad!tony #catdad!rhodey #tonyrhodey #rhodey x tony

[jckierey]

Spider-Man’s New Fling (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader)

Age: 16

Gym class was your most dreaded part of the day. You hated changing out of your clothes, into an ugly gym uniform that you were only going to wear for 40 minutes, just to change back into the clothes before, just sweatier and exhausted.

You were in your locker, making sure your clothes were folded neatly and right before you could lock your backpack, MJ came up right next to you and slammed your locker shut. "Girl, who is he?" She whispered. You looked at her, confused by what she was talking about.

"Whose who?" You asked. MJ chuckled before grabbing your arm and pulling you close. "Your new boyfriend" She asked. Your eyes widened and your stomach fell to your feet. You burst out laughing, leaning on the row of lockers to support you from falling. "Boyfriend? MJ, I'm not even allowed to look at boys!" You exclaimed, walking out of the locker room with her following you.

She grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you around, showing you a news article with the headline "Spider-Man's New Fling with Billionaire Heiress Y/N Stark!". Immediately, you felt a rush of blood pump furiously throughout your body as you took the phone from MJ's hand and kept refreshing the page to see if it was real.

"W-Who's seen this?!" You cried, looking at MJ. She began to see tears bubbling in your eyes before taking the phone away from your hand. "N-Nobody... Except for, 'ya know, the whole school" She scratched the back of her neck, leading you out from the locker room.

Everyone's eyes were on you, before you were essentially bombarded with your classmates gathering around you, asking you millions of questions about Spider-Man. You and MJ were stuck in the middle of the circle of people, before Ned and Peter pulled you both out and freed you from the insanity.

"What the hell is going on?!" Peter exclaimed, looking at you up and down and fixing a piece of hair that misplaced itself in front of your face. "Uhhh, this" Ned said, showing Peter a notification that popped up on his phone, about you and Spider-Man.

You and Peter locked eyes, and he looked all around to see the barrage of students heading back to interrogate you about Spider-Man. "We gotta get you out of here before this escalates" He said, taking charge of the situation and grabbing your hand.

"You two, stay here and make sure nobody leaves this gym, copy?" Peter asked. "Copy. But Y/N, why didn't you tell us you were dating Spider-Man?" Ned puzzled. "Focus, Ned!" You and Peter both shouted at the same time before Peter pulled you out of the gym and you two immediately began running out the door.

Sprinting down the hallway, you pulled out your phone and dialed Tony's number. "What's up?" He answered quickly. "Dad, I need you to get me. Now" You said, looking at Peter and turning down the hallway.

"I'm already here. Principals office." Tony hung up the phone and you and Peter stopped and slid past the main office after spotting Tony sitting in a chair in the waiting room of the office, with Happy sitting right next to him.

You let go of Peter's hand and ran for your father, and he gave you a big hug as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. Peter slowly walked into the office, standing in the doorway as he watched you and Tony.

"Dad, I-I-I don't even know why the magazines would say that! Now everyone is asking me questions and-"

"I know, I know. Don't worry, that's why I'm here" He said, looking at you before turning towards Peter. "Thank you for bringing her here, kid. I appreciate it" Tony smiled, giving Peter a pat on the back. "Let's go, kiddo" Tony guided you from the office, and outside to the car as Peter watched silently, feeling guilty as ever.

~~~ New Message from: Peter Parker: Hey, are you okay?

Looking down at your phone, you quickly read the message before turning it off and setting it down on your bedside night table. You laid in bed, pulling the covers over your face before hearing three gentle knocks at the door.

"Come in" You uttered. Tony entered your room and saw you were in bed, facing away from the door. He sighed and sat at the edge of your bed, crossing his arms. "I just wanted to say good night, and check up on you" He said, gently pulling the covers from off of your face.

You turned and looked at him, as he smiled. "Good night" you replied, turning away and pulling the blankets back. "Okay. I'll leave you alone. But, if you need me I'll be in the garage. I'm always here for you, pumpkin" He stood up and pulled the covers off of you, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling the blanket back over your head.

Tony exited your room, and you began to cuddle a pillow. After about an hour of tossing and turning in your bed, you could hear faint knocking at your window. At first, you thought you were crazy, but finally, you sat up and saw Peter outside of your window, in full Spider-Man gear.

You jumped out of bed, and opened the window. "Hey," He said. "Hi" you looked at him, shivering as rain drops began to fall from the sky. "You never answered my text" Peter scratched the side of his head, trying to resist the urge of not being awkward. "Yeah, I haven't been looking at my phone, it's kind of emotionally draining" You informed, hearing Peter sigh.

"Y/N, I really like you!" He blurted. Your eyes widened, but you remained silent. "A-and when I say, I like you," Peter pulled off his mask "I mean, I like you. Not Spider-Man. Me, Peter Parker" he asserted, jumping from the outside and into your room.

He stood in front of you, and you looked up at him, glaring into his beautiful brown eyes that had a gentle sparkle from the reflecting glow of the street lights from outside. Before you knew it, Peter cupped your face with his hands and planted his lips onto yours, and you both divulged into the kiss.

Pulling away, you looked at him. "I like you too, Peter." You smiled. He wrapped you in his arms and engulfed you in a big hug. "Don't even worry about those tabloids anyways, everyone knows their liars" Peter affirmed. You nodded in agreement, before Peter received a text from May, asking where he was.

Peter put his mask back on, and leaned outside of your window, about to jump out before you stopped him. You lifted up his mask, only revealing his lips, and kissing him one last time, only to have Tony walk in and almost drop a mug of hot chocolate at the sight of you and Peter kissing.

"At least the magazines were right, Spider-Man's got a girlfriend!"

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[shastelly]

Fireworks - March Klance Prompts from MonthlyKlance - Day 22

I think I can I think I can I think I can finish this month’s worth of prompts :).  Totally fess to getting this idea watching an episode of Criminal Minds.  

Credit and link for the lullaby I used at the end of the story.  My Spanish is no bueno, so I would have no idea if anything in it is wrong, but if it is please feel free to correct :).  

Day  22 - Fireworks

There were fireworks in the sky, bursts of reds and oranges and yellows against the black of night.  Lance lay watching them through the window.  He couldn't move.  His arms felt trapped and his head fuzzy.  The blanket over him was warm, but heavy weighing him down.  He blinked and more fireworks appeared streaks of red and yellow, green and blue, sparkling and shimmering, but without sound, without the smell of smoke.  He blinked again and tried to raise his hand up to them, but he only lifted it for a few inches when it was stopped.  He managed to turn his head to see, his wrist was wrapped and bound to the bed.  He was in a bed.  He blinked again and a voice echoed from beside him.

 "Mijo? Are you awake?  Do you see the fireworks?  Happy Fourth of July, my love."

 "Fourth? What?  Mama?"  Lance turned his head slowly the other direction, sitting in a chair next to his bed was his mother.  Her hair was frizzy and unkempt, there were dark circles under her eyes, and they glittered with unshed tears.

 "Oh, you are awake.  Hello." She reached out a hand to gently cup his cheek.

 "Where?" He managed to croak.

 "You're in the hospital, at the Garrison.  Don’t you remember?"  Her face crumpled into a frown.

 "No, how?  Where's Blue?"  Lance's thoughts felt jumbled and out of control.  He couldn't seem to catch any one of them long enough to understand what was going on or where he was.

 "Oh no. It's okay love, the doctors said there would be bad days."  She tried to smile, though tears had started to fall.

 "What do you mean?"  Lance's heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

 "Honey, there was an accident.  You and Katie and Hunk snuck out of the Garrison.  You went on a hoverbike ride with another boy, Keith.  There was a malfunction with the bike, it wasn't his fault, but there was a horrible wreck."  She explained gently holding his hand.  He blinked again, phantom pain flaring across his face.

 "A wreck?  No, we found Shiro.  We found Blue.  We went to Arus."  Lance cried.

 "Mijo, lo siento, the doctors said that your mind was having trouble accepting what had happened.  You created that reality to escape.  It's not real.  Commander Shirogane died, honey, in the Kerobos mission.  You know that."  She shook her head and patted his hand then reached up and brushed a hand down what felt like a scar on his face.

 "Where's Hunk?" Lance pulled away from her as far as he could with the soft restraints holding him.

 "He died.  He and Katie were both killed in the wreck."  She met his eyes evenly, willing him to believe.

 "No. No.  That's not right, what about Keith?  Where's Keith?"  Lance felt like he could hardly breathe.

 "Do you want to see him?  I can get him?"  She offered.

 "Yes, I need to see Keith."  Lance nodded. Keith would know what to do. Keith would have a plan or at the very least a pointy sword and lots of anger.  "Let me up, I need to go see Keith."

 His mother’s shoulders jerked back like he had struck her, and a sob choked out of her mouth.  She patted his hand and then guided it down to his leg, or rather where it should have been, where they should have been, the blankets dropped off shortly below his pelvis.  

 Lance doesn't really remember what happened at that point, he thinks he probably passed out or hyperventilated or both.  The next thing he remembers is Keith being wheeled into the room.  Keith looked whole.  He was wearing a hospital gown and had one of those plastic bracelets around his wrist.  

 "Keith, am I glad to see you, what the quiznak is going on?"  Lance begged tear tracks still dried on his face, making his cheeks stiff.

 Keith just looked at him, kind of confused.

 "Keith? Please?"  Lance begged wetting the old tracks with new tears.

 "Mijo, Keith hasn't spoken since the accident.  He can't help you."  His mother supplied.

 "No, come on man, this can't be real, right?  Pidge and Hunk are okay, aren't they?  Please Keith?"  Phantom pain streaked through his left leg and he screamed.  "Please, how can my legs hurt if they aren't there?  What's going on?"  Lance met violet eyes with tears of their own running down, but not a sound.  Keith didn't make a sound.  Lance felt his whole body shaking, was this real?

 "Baby, you need to rest.  The pain is worse when you are upset.  Rest." His mother urged him.  

 The pain was getting worse, both legs hurt and his face and his chest.  He found it was getting harder to breathe through the pain. He screamed again.

 "Keith?! Help me?!"  Lance turned and stared into those eyes, when he met this time though they were not crying, they were fierce, fierce and determined and Lance drew strength from them.  "Okay, we can do this."  Keith nodded. Lance passed out.

 When Lance woke again, he was lying in a bed.  The window looked out into the night sky again.  He wondered if he had slept an entire day.  He heard a sound and realized he wasn't alone.  Keith sat by his bed.  He was holding Lance's hand in his.  Lance tried to turn to him, but while he did not find the restraints from earlier, he couldn't manage to make anything move.  His whole body ached a deep throb that made breathing tiring.

 "Keith?"

 Keith gave him a funny little eye squint and a couple of tears streaked out.

 "Hey, don't cry, Mama said it wasn't your fault.  Mechanical problem, nothing you could do."  Lance managed a brief nod for Keith's sake, but it didn't seem to stop the tears.  The violet eyes widened briefly, closed for a dobash or two, and then opened back up to stare at him intently.  "I wish you could tell me what you are thinking."  Lance sighed.

 Keith leaned in and rested his forehead against Lance's.  Lance felt like he was trying to transfer his thoughts directly into his brain.  

 "Don't think I've learned to talk through osmosis yet, but nice try." Keith started to pull back. "No, I mean, you don't have to go, it feels good, calm."  So, Keith leaned back in.  One hand brushed the hair away from his face, the other rested on a cheek.  "I'm glad you didn't die too."  Lance whispered.  He felt tears touch his face that weren't his.  "Don't cry.  I'll be okay."  Lance's eyes grew heavy and he felt himself drifting off again.

 The next thought was of pain.  Fire seemed to lick across his legs that weren't there.  He woke screaming.

 "Mijo, please, it's okay.  It's not real.  Look at me. It's not real.  I'm here.  You're with me.  You are safe."  His mother held his face placing kisses on his forehead and his hair, making soothing sounds.  "Breathe with me baby, breathe in and hold it.  Okay, now breathe out slow.  Again."  She walked him through breath after breath until his heart stopped trying to jump out of his chest and the pain faded to the burning throbbing background, he had been keeping it in.

 "Mama?"

 "I'm here."  She wiped tears from his face.  "You remember me today?"

 "I never forgot you Mama, just misplaced you."  Lance leaned into her hand and breathed deep, smelling the lavender lotion she preferred.

 She began to hum a song to him, something she used to sing when he was falling asleep at night.

 Aruru mi niño, arrurú mi amor

Aruru pedazo de mi corazón

Este niño lindo que nació de día

Quiere que lo lleven a la dulcería

Aruru mi niño, aruru mi amor

Aruru pedazo de mi corazón

Este niño lindo que nació de noche

Quiere que lo lleven a pasear en coche

Aruru mi niño aruru mi amor

Aruru pedazo de mi corazón

 When the song finished, he looked across the room and found that Keith was there again. Eyes staring intensely at him. Lance wished he knew what was going on in that mulleted head.  He wondered when Keith had taken to wearing purple.  The pain grew from the background again drowning him and sending him back into darkness.

 "Keith!"  He screamed trying to sit up, trying to get to him.  He'd dreamt that Red was crashing falling through the sky.  He and Blue had been desperately trying to reach them pushing to get between them and something, something bad and then an impact and nothing.  A hand grabbed his and held him.  He blinked his eyes open, a weak cough burning through his chest.  Violet eyes stared down at him.  "Hey."

 Lance reached out a hand and finding it unrestrained reached out to Keith's face. He frowned when his hands didn't touch soft skin on his cheeks, but what felt like leather, maybe a strap, he felt around, and it seemed like there was something covering the bottom half of Keith's face.  He couldn't see it, but he could feel it.  Frowning and concentrating on his fingers his vision faded, the lights dimmed to a deep purple the walls went from white to silver black and Keith's face from clean and uncovered to filthy and covered by a muzzle of some kind. Lance pulled his hand back afraid and the room snapped back into place, clean, white, and bright.

 He looked away from Keith, anywhere but at Keith and his eyes drifted back to the window, why were there still fireworks?  Is there a celebration?  Why were they still going off?

 Lance started to hum and then sing softly to himself

 Do you ever feel like a plastic bag

Drifting thought the wind

Wanting to start again

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin

Like a house of cards

One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep

Six feet under scream

But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you

'Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light

And let it shine

Just own the night

Like the Fourth of July

'Cause baby you're a firework

 "Keith?  Can you see the fireworks?"  Lance pointed to the window.  Keith placed his head against Lance's hand and shook no.  "I feel like they're important."  Lance closed his eyes and drifted away again.

 Lance dreamed again. This time he was in a Galra cell with Keith.  They were both pretty busted up and were leaning against a wall.

"Lance," dream Keith spoke.  "The team are coming; we just need to hold out for a few hours."

 "Seventy-two is not a few and I think varga are longer than hours."  dream Lance answered.

 "I thought they were shorter?"  dream Keith frowned.

 "I'm not sure it matters when there are seventy-two of them."  Dream Lance sighed.

 "They are coming.  We just…we can do this."  Dream Lance gave him a look that said who are you trying to convince.

 He dreamed they were taken by Galra soldiers from the cell, dragged to another room. There was a robed figure that hissed at them.

 "That one."  She pointed at dream Lance and he felt himself being strapped to a table.

 "Hey, I'm not really into bondage, but shouldn't we at least start with a safe word or something."  Dream Lance's eyes flipped to Dream Keith's eyes.  He was being tied to a chair.  Dream Keith met his eyes steady and he could breathe again.  "Safe word, right Keith?"

 "Really seems only appropriate,” dream Keith agreed.

 "Right, so what eclipse?  Nah too hard to say, Keith suggestions?" his dream self cringed as the robbed figure drew clawed fingers along his leg.

 "Fireworks." Dream Keith offered.

 "Fireworks, really?" dream Lance looked at him like he was a little crazy, "Okay, fireworks.  That good with you?"  He addressed the creature that now had a sharp looking knife in its hand.  It drew the blade along his thigh cutting through the material of his suit and leaving a thin line of blood.

 "So not to wuss out early, but Quiznak!  Fireworks!"  Lance yelled as it removed one pants leg and started on the other.

 "You will tell me much."  The hissing voice replied.

 "What are your favorite fireworks?"  Keith yelled.

 "What?"  Lance blinked back tears as the robed figure started carving lines into his leg.  He was concentrating really hard on not screaming.

 "Fireworks, I like the red ones that are really big and then turn like gold and sparkly at the end."  Dream Keith's voice was hard, determined.

 "I…um…I like the ones that look like a big flower and then they shimmer, and it looks like sprinkles falling down."  Lance answered closing his eyes and leaning his head back as his body tensed through another slice.

 "Tell me about Voltron."  The hissing voice demanded.

 "How about the ones that make that really loud noise and just have one flash of white?"

 "Those shouldn't even be qualified as a firework.   They are tricks.  Liars in firework disguises."  Lance ranted back, ignoring the robed figure.

 The figure did not like being ignored.  Black and purple lightning lit across dream Lance's body and he felt like he was on fire. He screamed.  

 "Lance! What's the best shape one you ever saw? I saw a really good heart once." Keith yelled over his screaming.

 "I…ahhh…I saw a smiley face."  He managed breaths coming in short gasps.

 "Shut him up."  The voice hissed.  

 Lance woke up screaming again.  

 "Mijo. I'm here."  Mama's voice sounded tired, maybe it was night. "Is the pain back?"

 "Yes, Mama it hurts so bad, why?"  tears streaked out of his eyes.

 "I don't know baby, the doctors tried to explain, but it didn't make sense to me. It's not real.  Just focus on me.  Focus on my face.  You are strong.  You can do this."  Her kind eyes looked into his and he smiled through the pain.

 "I can do this."  

 She smoothed back his bangs, "Mijo, do you remember when you feel out of the tree in the neighbor’s yard?"

 "I had to save the kitten."  He smiled as another wave of pain washed through him.

 "Yes, what did you call her?"

 "Blue, her name is Blue."  Something in him itched with that name, longed to be let loose.

 "The doctors said you had broken your back.  There was so much swelling that they could not tell if there was damage or if the lack of feeling in your legs was from the swelling.  Do you remember what you told them?"  She smiled with sad eyes.

 "I told them that since I might be a cripple, they could at least let me hold the cat I risked my life for."  Lance grinned.  "Worked too, they had the little thing brought in."

 "Yes, and as soon as they left you told me they didn’t know anything.  You were going to be fine and I should not worry." She laid her hand on his face and the next wave of pain was hardly noticeable.

 "I was right about that too."  He laid his hand over hers.  "I'll be fine now too Mama; you don't have to worry."  Lance looked out the window again.  "Why are there still fireworks?"

 "I told the students that you liked them.  They have been setting them off every night for you.  There was a young man here named Ryan.  He was helping to organize them.  It seems you have many people who care about you, Mijo.  I am so proud of you."  She kissed his forehead.  They watched the fireworks together and he ignored the pain.  It wasn't real.

 Time seemed to skip ahead and the next thing he is aware of his Keith's hand on his face. He blinked and looked up into the sad violet eyes.  He was so tired.  He felt like just looking at Keith was a challenge.

 "I wish you could talk to me."  He whispers.

 Keith nodded and a tear streaked down his face.

 "I wish you could see the fireworks.  You like red ones that turn gold, right?"  Lance looked past him, out the window, there was a huge red firework lighting up the window.

 Keith leaned down and wrapped arms around him so gently that Lance felt like he was made of glass that Keith was afraid to break.  He could feel Keith's hitched breathing.  He was sobbing.  Lance managed to get an arm to lift enough to lay it on Keith's back and tried to rub circles, but he settled for short little movements, he didn't have the energy for circles.

 "Did you ever go to a ball game and stay to watch the fireworks at the end?" Lance asked.  Keith shook his head no.  "We should go to one, when we get out of here.  I think you'd like it, but you have to cheer for the team I pick, I won't sit next to you if you try to cheer for the other team."  Keith nodded.  "Okay, it's a date…. or rather…" Lance faltered.

 Keith lifted his head up and looked into Lance's eyes.  He didn't smile, but it almost seemed like his eyes did.  He nodded yes.

 "Yes? Yes, it's a date?"  Lance asked mouth dry.  Keith nodded again with the whole eye smile thing going. "Geeze, you got smize just like on Top Model."  Keith cocked his head to the side and Lance let out a little huff of a laugh. "Okay, date two we can binge watch a few of the early seasons."  Keith gave him another smize and nodded.

 Lance was about to plan date three when the room started to shake.  Keith pulled away and seemed to be putting his hand against a wall, mabye checking that it was safe?  Lance was confused.  Then he heard voices that he couldn't hear because they were dead.

 "Lance?"  Hunk called.

 "Keith?"  Shiro's voice.

 Lance began to tremble.  It wasn't real, was he having a breakdown.  What was going on?

 "Stand back."  Now even Pidge's voice.  

 Keith came over and leaned over top of him as the wall exploded.  On the other side were Shiro, Hunk, and Pidge in paladin armor. Lance blinked up at the dirty, beaten Keith leaned over him, wearing Galra prisoner garb and with some sort of horrible muzzle cutting into his face.

 "I didn’t think Keith would be the one they worried about talking too much." Pidge gave him a look and gestured for him to kneel.  She pulled out a small knife from somewhere in her armor and used it to saw through the back of the muzzle.  Keith groaned as she pried it from his face.  It had cut into his face and was stuck with scabs in multiple places around his cheeks and chin.

 Lance was too busy staring at them to notice Shiro and Hunk hovering over him.

 "Lance?"  Hunk had tears on his face and Lance realized so did he.

 "You're not dead."  He breathed in relief.  They weren't dead.  It wasn't true.  He felt Hunk trying to prop him up and the pain in his body was staggering.  He looked down to find that he did still have legs, such as they were, a bloody mess of cuts and burns just like most of the rest of him.  "Oh."

 "Lance? You with me?"  Shiro nervously touched his face.

 "Not really sure.  I…don't remember which is real."  Lance muttered.

 "Okay."  Shiro swallowed.  "We're going to get you back to the castle, okay.  I'm going to carry you.  This is going to hurt."

 "S'okay Shiro, I'm goin' pass out," Lance slurred and he did despite their protests.

 When he woke again, Lance was falling out of the healing pod and into waiting arms.

 "Hey guys,” Lance didn't even bother opening his eyes just snuggled into the warm blanket and hugs.

 "It's good to have you back, buddy."  Hunk snuggled right back, pulling Lance closer.

 "Stop hogging the snuggles."  Pidge squirmed her way in between them and latched onto Lance from the side.

 Lance laughed, blinking back tears and put an arm around her.  "Missed you too Pidge," he choked out a little brokenly.

 "Lance."  Allura's voice was somewhere behind him.  He turned to look at her and found her smiling at him.  "We all missed you both."

 "Keith?"  Lance suddenly felt fear clutch at his heart spinning around he found the mullet head standing next to Shiro.

 "Right here."  He answered smiling softly and Lance's felt himself relax again.

 "Now, let's have him over here then Number Two."  Coran patted a medical cot.  "I just need to run a couple scans, my boy, and we'll have you off to get some nourishment and rest."

 "Okay."  Lance smiled as Hunk lifted him up onto the table.  "I'm not that wobbly Hunk."  He swatted at him, but Hunk just grinned.

 "Let him help you."  Shiro smiled at the Yellow Paladin.  "It makes him happy."

 Lance looked up into his friend’s warm brown eyes and smiled back huffing, "Fine, for you Hunk."

 Coran ran the scans.  Keith had managed to work his way over next to Lance while Coran finished and went to check the readouts.  Pidge and Hunk had wondered over with Coran, still learning how to read the Altean systems.

 "So, you remember where you are?"  Keith asked, a little nervous.  Shiro was hovering in the background, clearly interested in the response as well.

 "Yep, at the Castle."  Lance turned to Keith, his face serious, "I remember what happened."

 "So, yeah, what was that?"  Keith frowned.

 "Sniper training?"  Lance shrugged.  "One of the mental techniques they taught us was to put yourself in a virtual world.  Helps you stay focused and you can actually watch a target for like three days straight without sleeping if you are good at it."

 "So, you did that?"  Keith's frown only deepened, "but you slept."

 "Well, it wasn't exactly the same, but I thought if it worked for that."  He shrugged again.  "It has to be real, can't be too perfect, has to fit the situation, but still give you a reason to focus."  He sighed.

 "That's kind of incredible."  Keith answered surprising Lance.  "They didn't get anything out of you, except a lullaby and a lot of things that didn't make sense.  Nothing they could use at all."

 "That's amazing."  Shiro reinforced.  "I'm so proud of you both."

 "Keith gave me the idea, really."  Lance smiled over at him.  "He was distracting me until they made him stop."  Lance reached up and brushed his hand across a faint scar on Keith's left cheekbone.

 "I wish I could have done more."  Keith looked down at his hands.

 "Hey, you both held up under a situation no one should ever be put in.  I am so impressed by both of you."  Shiro pulled Keith into a hug and then moved to Lance.  "Really, guys, when you are feeling up to it, I want to talk with the team and if you can give us any advice on what you did or help us learn that virtual world technique I think we could all benefit from it."

 Lance gave him a sad smile, "It's hard though, I kept thinking Mama was there and now I…just makes me remember how much I miss her."

 "You'll see her again.  We'll get back to Earth again."  Shiro hugged him again and Lance realized he had tears running down his face again.

 "We will."  Keith spoke with a level of certainty that surprised Lance a little.

 "How do you know?"  Lance asked softly.  Shiro moved back giving a funny grin to Keith before walking over to where the others were gathered.

 "You owe me a date."  Keith answered, a little less sure than before.  "Remember, ball game and fireworks."

 Lance thought he might melt into the table.  Keith remembered, Keith wanted to go, Keith was so dang cute when he was trying to look more confident than he actually was.  "Well a promise is a promise."  Lance smirked.

 Keith hummed slightly moving closer to Lance until he was standing between his legs with his arms wrapped around his waist.  His eyes met Lance's and seemed to hold him there as they crinkled up with a smile Lance didn't even need to see his lips to know was there.

 "There's that smize again.  You keep that up and we might have to change one thing."  Lance whispered.

 "What's that?"  Keith's voice was low and slightly breathy.

 "Don't think I want to wait to get back to Earth for our first date."  Lance tilted his head and pressed his lips lightly to Keith.  He could feel Keith's lips twitching in a smile.

 "I think I could live with that change."

 **English translation for song

Aruru* my baby, aruru my love,

Aruru little piece of my heart.

This pretty baby who was born during the day,

Wants to be taken to the candy shop.

Aruru my baby, aruru my love,

Aruru little piece of my heart.

This pretty baby who was born at night,

Wants to be taken for a stroller ride.

Aruru my baby, aruru my love,

Aruru little piece of my heart.

 Aruru means lullaby or go to sleep:)

From <https://www.mamalisa.com/?t=es&p=1233>

#monthlyklance #monthlyklance march 2019 #klance #voltron fanfic

[a-sirius-problem]

Memories of You (Stucky)

(Another sad one fellas,,,)

The room was dark; the only source of illumination was the orange glow of the street lights  outside, shining dimly through the window that hung above the dripping kitchen sink. Steve Rogers sat at one of the two seats at a worn, wooden dining table, shoulders hunched and shaking. He held a piece of paper in his trembling hands and felt the weight of the words written across it in neat, bold print. The thin sheet slipped through his fingers as a breathy sob broke past his lips and he buried his face in his hands.

Steve's sorrow was muffled in his attempt to remain as quiet as possible. He tried to fight back the tears but his chest was uncomfortably tight and the salty droplets left his eyes against his will and rolled down his face like a waterfall. It’s almost as if his life flashed before him, memory after memory playing in his mind.

September 10th, 1930.

Children were scattered around the playground, the sun bright and showering them in its warmth. Young Steve Rogers occupied one of the swings, pushing himself back and forth with difficulty; his feet hardly scraped the gravel below.

He expected to spend this time by himself- as he usually did- until tall shadows loomed over him. Steve lifted his head to find three familiar faces. He sighed.

“Hey, Rogers!” A pudgy boy from his class stepped closer, causing him to shrink away. “Have any lunch money to share with us today?"

"No…" Steve lied.

The bullies were probably three times his size and his palms began to sweat as he increasingly became more nervous.

"Awe, Stevie, don't you know it's bad to lie? I left my money at home but I'm quite hungry," The one who appeared to be the leader smirked devilishly and turned to speak to the other two. "Aren't you, boys?"

They nodded, the same dark look etched into their features. As they closed in on Steve, he squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the impact of a punch.

"Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" A foreign voice shouted from nearby.

Steve opened a tentative eye.

Another boy around their age had run up to them. He was lanky and looked to be skin and bones; but he was just as tall as Steve's assaulters- if not taller.

"What did you just say?"

"I said," the boy stood his ground boldly and intimidatingly. "Pick on someone your own size." He paused between the words and put emphasis on them.

Steve observed the scene helplessly with wide eyes as punches were thrown. The bullies eventually retreated, glaring at them as they went and his savior stuck a hand out towards him, wearing a kind smile. “Hi, I’m James Barnes. But most people just call me Bucky!"

He accepted the outstretched hand and gave it a shy shake. "Steve Rogers.”

~

October 25th, 1936.

The duo- now much older- climbed up the last set of rickety stairs that led to Steve's beat up apartment.

"How was it?" Bucky asked. A clock chimed in the distance.

"It's okay," Steve replied. He didn’t dare look at his best friend, afraid that he would break down if he did. "She's next to dad."

“I was gonna ask-”

Steve fumbled around in search of his key. “I know what you’re going to say, Buck. It’s just…”

Bucky watched him with a patient and steady gaze. “We can put the couch cushions on the floor like when we were kids. It’ll be fun! All you’ve gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash,” he nudged a brick on the ground to the side with his foot, revealing the misplaced key and handed it out to Steve. “Come on…”

“Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own.”

“The thing is… you don’t have to,” Bucky shook his head and gripped Steve’s shoulder in what he hoped served as a comforting gesture. “I’m with you 'til the end of the line, pal.”

Steve knew there was no way out of what Bucky was offering. The corners of his mouth quirked up nonetheless. “Okay, okay fine.”

The brunette pulled him into a tight hug, a grin plastered across his face.

~

January 9th, 1937.

The weather in Brooklyn was freezing. Not a single snowflake had fallen and yet the winter was still cruel and a harsh wind blew through the air- so harsh that Steve thought their small, shared apartment would get swept away. He was curled up in Bucky's bed, sniffling every so often and burying his cold nose deeper into the depths of the thin blanket. That's how Bucky found him when he arrived home from work.

"Steve?"

The blond lifted his head to peer across the room at his friend; he didn't look much better than he did that morning, his skin a pearly white except for his cheeks, which were stained a rosy pink. "Hey, Buck," his voice was raspy and the words spoken came out slurred. "How was work?"

Bucky sighed as he took a seat on the bed next to Steve. "It was work. Have you eaten today?" He felt Steve's forehead with the back of his hand.

The frail man nodded slowly, recalling the soup he had managed to cook up earlier that day when he had a small burst of energy.

"Scoot." Bucky prodded at him gently and slid under the covers. Steve moved closer and accepted Bucky's warm embrace when he opened his arms. He was like a furnace, his chest radiating heat despite the chilly air and Steve's shivering settled down to nothing.

~

April 28th, 1938.

"Sometimes I think you like getting punched." Bucky exclaimed. Steve sat atop their kitchen counter as the cut on his lip was being tended to with a wet rag.

"I had him on the ropes." Steve winced.

Bucky huffed out a laugh. “I know you did.”

A nasty purple bruise was already forming around Steve’s right eye, evidence of the fight that the older man had to pull him from not even an hour prior. “Christ, Steve,” Bucky whistled as he wiped away more blood before ringing the dirtied rag out into the sink, the running water washing it down the drain. “This needs to stop happening.”

Steve began to protest, but stopped as soon as he saw the look on Bucky’s face- concern. Their eyes met and his chest fluttered. Steve didn’t know how Bucky tolerated him on the daily, always caring for him and making him feel like he wasn’t just some sick kid in Brooklyn who wouldn’t get anywhere. Bucky was the one who had convinced him to take art school, informing Steve that he could go a long way with the talent he had. Of course it wasn’t easy; while the school wasn’t expensive, money was hard to come by those days.

The blond gave a curt nod. Bucky’s steel blue eyes were still piercing into Steve’s ocean blue and his shoulders became less tense as Steve agreed, grateful that an argument didn’t ensue instead. He pushed a strand of Steve’s hair back and found himself running his fingers through his soft locks, watching his friend’s eyes close involuntarily at the feeling. However, the brunette was quick to move his hand away, knowing that if he didn’t, he would go too far. He took a step back and put on a happy face for Steve. “There you go, pal. Good as new.”

~

June 17th, 1939.

It was a Saturday. Bucky had the day off of work and was taking the opportunity to sleep in while he could. But Steve had woken up early and sat on their bedroom windowsill, sketchbook and pencil held in his grasp.

Only the scratching coming from the graphite on paper was heard, and maybe a few snores from Bucky. With a view of him lying in their bed, resting peacefully, Steve thought that Bucky looked beautiful. He laid on his stomach, face planted into his pillow and t-shirt riding up slightly. Steve looked from the paper in front of him to Bucky, back to the paper, back to Bucky, sketching messily and adding in the finer details later on.

As an hour or two passed, Bucky began to stir, his slumber coming to an end. Steve tucked the sketchbook away hastily, not wanting him to see- not wanting him to ask questions that Steve was too nervous to answer. He exited the room before Bucky had fully woken up and when the other man came out to the kitchen to greet him with a tired “good morning,” Steve offered to make him some breakfast with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

~

December 16th, 1941.

“I… I got rejected,” Steve hung his head low as he confessed. “They told me I’m ineligible because of my health.”

Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat. “I know how much this meant to you.” He said in apologies.

The two men stood in their living room. Steve had just returned from town with a failed attempt at joining the military and he worried his bottom lip, willing himself to look at the other. “Did you get your orders?”

Bucky hesitated but took a deep breath and said, “107th. Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow,” he didn’t get a response from Steve. “Will you be alright?” They’d hardly been apart from each other for longer than a couple of days since Steve decided to move in.

The blond’s voice cracked when he finally spoke. “I don’t want you to go.” It was barely audible but Bucky heard the words loud and clear and strode across the room to Steve, enveloping him into a tight embrace. Steve was shaking in his arms and clung to him for dear life, rambling and crying into his shoulder. “I don’t want you to go, Buck. I don’t want to lose you-”

“Hey, hey, hey, who says you’re gonna lose me?” Bucky stopped him mid-rant. He pulled away only a little so that he could meet his eyes, determined to help Steve feel better. “You won’t lose me.” Bucky’s hands were holding Steve’s face, calloused fingers against soft skin; they were inches apart.

Steve leaned into the other’s touch and felt himself getting lost in those steely eyes. “You’re all I have left.”

He watched Bucky’s gaze travel down to his lips and felt his heartbeat grow faster. They were standing so, so close to one another- closer than friends would. The moment felt intimate and the world around them slowed down and faded out until the only thing Steve could focus on was Bucky- his Bucky, who was staring at him like he was the most valuable thing in the world and who was running his thumb across his bottom lip.

“Steve-”

“Shush.” The blond’s eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated. His forehead rested against Bucky’s and their noses brushed. The only thought running through Steve’s head was ‘It’s now or never,’ as he closed the gap between them. The kiss was gentle, almost tentative, but it effectively stole the air out of Bucky’s lungs. He almost forgot how to function until everything came crashing down and he smiled against Steve’s lips, pulling the smaller man closer.

Steve’s arms came up to wrap around his neck, hands running through his hair and tugging gently.

Bucky was the first to break the kiss but he stayed close. He felt like he was flying, his mind comfortably hazy. “Christ,” he breathed out. “You have no idea how hard it has been sleeping next to you for the past five years.”

“Oh, I think I do.” Steve countered.

Bucky didn’t reply, only pulled Steve in again, tilting his head to the side to kiss the blond deeper and dragging a quiet whine out of him; this only encouraged Bucky to continue and he kissed him fervently. Steve felt like he was on top of the world, he was in such a state of euphoria. This was nothing like anything they had ever experienced before and they both held onto it like their lives depended on it.

Teeth nibbled at Steve’s lip, across his jaw and down his neck and he gasped. His breathing was ragged. “Bucky…” The older man hummed against his neck, continuing to place delicate kisses wherever he could reach. Steve smiled contentedly, drunk on the man in front of him. “I love you.”

He felt Bucky pause before he saw it, and he tensed up, trying not to expect the worst. Until Bucky brought his head up to level with Steve, a dopey smile on his face. “Really?”

“Yes,” he nodded curtly. “Yes, of course. Always.”

Bucky kissed Steve once more, tenderly. “I love you too.”

Steve observed Bucky’s mouth as he said it, his heart swelling.

“Take me to bed?” The blond saw a flash of lust flicker in the man’s eyes and not long after, he was being pushed down onto their bed, Bucky kissing him with toe curling ferocity.

They laid together later that night in a tangle of limbs, holding each other close under their thin comforter. Despite their earlier activities, it was still December. No words were spoken between them. The sun was setting, bathing everything it touched in gold and Bucky ran his nails up and down Steve’s back, causing the blond to croon next to him.

~

December 17th, 1941.

At the train station the next morning, Steve could hardly hold himself together as Bucky stood tall, dressed in his military uniform. He looked stunning and Steve attempted to memorize every single detail before the man departed.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” Bucky told him. He wore a small frown, his chest aching.

“How can I?” Steve smirked. “You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

A chuckle fell past Bucky’s lips and he pulled his lover into a tight hug. “You’re a punk.”

“Jerk,” his voice wavered and he pulled away from Bucky, afraid that he would never let go. “Be careful.”

With a salute, the man boarded the train and was out of sight.

-

‘Mr. Steven Rogers,

We deeply regret to inform you that Sergeant James Barnes is officially reported as killed in action May ninth 1942.

My deepest condolences,

Colonel Chester Phillips.’

#stucky #stucky fic #fanfiction #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve x bucky #mutual pining #pre-serum stucky #feels #eventual romance #eventual fluff #alternate universe #steve never gets the serum at all/ never joins the military #bucky dies (for real) at war #mine

[eene-fangirl]

Fire (A Towering Inferno/EddEddy Crossover)

“Do you think anybody has noticed that we left?” Edd called out to Eddy who was in the bathroom. He was just getting himself dressed and making sure that his shirt collars were even. He wouldn’t regret this after all. Fighting urges was difficult. 

Eddy hummed. “Oh, you know, there are over a hundred people attending this party! The only ones who are gonna notice are Ed and May!”

Edd smirked, staring at Eddy with promiscuous eyes. “Of course they would.”

“How do you always make me so horny?” Eddy asked with a smile. Edd was sitting on the bed in a sexy pose, his shirt revealing some of his chest.

Eddy came over to him and leaned on the top of Edd, planting a kiss on his lips. “Because you’re so eye-catching,” Edd responded, wrapping his arms around Eddy’s neck.

Eddy captured Edd’s warm lips again, soon trailing them along his neck until he unbuttoned his shirt to kiss his chest. Edd moaned. 

Then he stopped. “Hate to cut it short, but we should get back now.”

Edd pouted. Normally, he loved parties and he would never leave like this.

“How ‘bout my bed as soon as we get home?” Eddy suggested.

“That sounds lovely,” Edd kissed his cheek.

“Now you’re making this hard!”

“I blame you, my turtledove!”

“Where’s my tie anyway?” Eddy asked getting off the bed.

“How could you have misplaced it?” Edd scolded him, buttoning his shirt again.

“You’re the one who couldn’t wait for me to untie it!” Eddy retorted as he opened the bedroom door.

“Well, I guess I was needy this evening,” Edd purred.

Just as Eddy suspected, his tie was out in the living room. Who knew the school could have the senior prom in this happening hotel that stood so tall over the city. And they actually let them stay over for the night if they wanted to! 

Eddy almost had vertigo when they were on the top floor. It was the most amazing view. Eddy was glad that he had the opportunity to share this experience with Edd. Especially since they were going their separate ways in the months to come. Eddy didn't want to think about that now. Right now, he just had to enjoy the moment. 

Taking a whiff of the air, something was not right. Not only that but the smoke was fuming from under the doorway leading into the hallway.

“People must be gettin’ themselves high tonight!” Eddy joked hoping that was the case. But the smell of the smoke was much different. It was thick.

“What is that smell?” Edd asked stepping out of the bedroom. The instant he caught sight of the smoke, his eyes went wide.

Eddy opened the door. He was greeted with a much more drastic sight.

Fire.

It surrounded the entire lobby of their floor, covering the desks, drapes, and even burning the rugs. And the fire was slowly looming closer to them as it ate up the rugs or anything in its pathway.

“Good Lord!” Edd grasped Eddy’s shoulder the instant he saw the horrific scene. The flames were so hot, nearly burning his face.

Quickly, Eddy slammed the door. The lovers stared into each other's eyes trying to decipher if what they saw was real or not. They were alone. Everyone else was on the top floor. Did they know?

“Oh, this is not good!” A panicked Edd stated starting to pace the room anxiously pulling at his hat.

Eddy looked at the door again. The smoke was getting thicker. And it was toxic.

“We gotta put wet towels near the door, right?” Eddy asked grabbing Edd’s attention.

Edd nodded. “You wet some towels. I will call the police!”

“Good plan!” And Eddy disappeared into the bathroom.

Picking up the phone to their room, Edd dialed. Wait.

No... the phones couldn’t have been...

Just catching Eddy in the corner of his eye, Edd stuttered. “Uh, yes! There is a fire on the floor of our hotel building! The Starling Tower. Um... yes, I am with someone. No, everyone else is upstairs in the dining room. I don’t know id they are aware of the situation. Okay, we will stay put until help arrives. Thank you!”

“What’d they say?” Eddy asked the instant Edd put down the phone.

Sweat dripped from Edd’s face. “They’re on their way. We just need to stay put for now.”

Eddy stared at him, catching how frightened and guilty he looked. Instead of asking further, he put a comforting hand over his shoulder and they sat down on the couch. The smoke got thicker and thicker.

---

The towels were no longer enough to hold back the thick smoke. Getting up from the couch, Eddy opened the door.

The flames were huge! It had only been ten minutes but the fire had spread fast. The windows smashed into many pieces. It was almost on their tail!

Eddy slammed the door shut. Edd’s face was very pale, horror-stricken.

“When are they gonna get here! And how the hell are they going to get up here?!” Eddy clawed at his hair, messing it up.

Edd was stone quiet, averting his gaze, hugging his arms tightly. He was shaking, his mouth quivering. 

Knowing, Eddy walked over and stood on his knees, requesting for Edd’s hands. Responding, the lovers held hands, looking into one another's eyes.

“No one’s coming are they?” Eddy asked him.

Tears streamed Edd’s face when he shook his head. “I didn’t want you to worry! I’m sorry!”

Wiping away the fallen tears, Eddy smiled crookedly. “’ S’okay. I would have done the same thing.”

Struggling to smile, Edd hugged his love tightly. Eddy reciprocated, smoothing his spiny back. Anything to help him stay calm. It was not their fault. Well, arguably, it was. But no, Eddy would never regret this as... what the hell was he saying??

“We gotta find a way outta here!” Eddy stood up, pacing the room,.

“Eddy, there is no way we’ll be able to survive if we did walk through that fire! We’ll surely burn to death or suffocate from the tocis fumes!”

The fire was so close that it was banging against the door, the flames coming right through from under the doorway. The toxic flames were now thick.

Choking, Eddy grabbed Edd’s hand ans they ran into the bedroom, shutting the door tightly. It wasn’t long before the flames were going to burst down the door,

“The vent!” Eddy pointed out.

Edd looked up, It was just over their bed. It was worth a try.

#ed edd n eddy #eene #eene fanfiction #The Towering Inferno #EddEddy #crossover

[bucky-at-bedtime]

Buddy Pt. 3

Summary: Bucky tries to save a dog when it is involved in a car accident, only to discover his cute neighbour is a veterinarian. A series of meet-cutes occur and with the help of a certain dog, the two end up tangled together.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Vet!Reader

Warnings: None!

A/n: Chapter 3 - featuring ma boi Sam Wilson. Pls Reblog guys!

Let me know what you think!! if you wanna be tagged just send an ask x

Words: 1900

Part 2//Masterlist

The next day, Bucky arrived at the clinic at 9am, newly-acquired blue leash and soft leather collar in hand, his overgrown hair tied back into a bun, and a seemingly new denim jacket pulled over his shoulders.

You greeted him at the door, smiling warmly when he handed you another latte, already sipping on his own.

“You ready?” you asked him, already unlocking the door and reaching over to switch on the lights.

He nodded, trying to hold back the grin that wanted to stretch across his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

The two of you walked through the clinic, making a beeline towards the room where the dog had been sleeping. When you opened the door, he was already up, limping as quickly as he could towards you and Bucky, who crouched down, affectionately scratching the dog’s head.

“Hey, you ready to go home, bud?” He whispered, wrapping the collar around his neck.

“Let’s get you sorted with some paperwork and then you can take him back to your apartment,” you stated, filing through some drawers and pulling out the things you needed. “Have you thought about a name?”

He looked up at you, surprise flickered through his blue eyes. He shook his head, “I didn’t even realise I’d get to name him.”

“Well, we don’t know what his name would have been before,” you explained, filling out the information you already knew. “He’d probably be scared by that name anyway.”

“Right.” He was sitting on the ground now, the dog panting happily between his knees. Bucky looked down tracing his fingers gently across his back before his eyes flickered back up to you. “What about Buddy?” He asked. When the name escaped his lips, the dog twisted his head around, stretching up to lick Bucky’s jaw. A smile tugged at his lips.

“I think that’s a great idea,” you chuckled, “He seems to respond pretty well to it already.”

“You think that’s a good idea Bud?” He murmured into the dog’s furry neck, subsequently getting attacked by licks.

You filled out the name on the form; ‘Buddy Barnes���  and then stood up, allowing Bucky to be alone with his new friend as you went to photocopy the forms.

A few moments later you re-entered the room, laughing when you saw Bucky lying on his back, Buddy draped across his entire torso.

“You two are cute,” you chuckled, filing away a copy of the papers as Bucky maneuvered out from underneath the dog, brushing off his jeans.

“You think I’m cute?” He smirked.

“I think that dog makes you cute,” you sassed, despite the blush you could feel rising on your neck.

He chuckled, moving to stand beside you and gently nudging you with his elbow. “Guess I’ll have to keep him around then.”

You glanced up to find that smirk hadn’t left his lips and shook your head, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your cheeks. For a moment, you found it impossible to tear your eyes away from his, noticing how similar they were to Buddy’s. The pale blue, almost grey iris’ flashed with joy and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. With a shake of your head, you managed to look away, staring back down at the papers.

“Let’s go, my first patient is gonna be here in 20 minutes and you need to get this little guy home.” You stepped back from the bench, reaching for a cabinet and pulling out a few bottles of medication. “Just some stuff for the pain - put this in his food every morning and night, and this one is just once a day.”

Bucky took the medication from you, attaching the leash to Buddy’s new collar. You walked out to the car park with them, walking at Buddy’s pace.

“I’m probably gonna call you,” he stated, “I don’t know the first thing about taking care of a dog.”

“Well, good thing your neighbour is a vet,” you chuckled. “You can drop by anytime, Buck.”

He nodded, gently lifting Buddy in the passenger seat of his car which was covered in a mountain of blankets.

“Look, I wanted to say thank you–”

“James, you don’t have t–”

“No, I want to. I don’t know how I would've handled it if you weren’t here the other night - if he– if he’d died, I–” He cut himself off, letting out a quiet sigh and running a hand through his hair. “Just, thank you.”

“It’s not a problem,” you smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. His own non-bionic hand lifted to cover yours and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the warmth. “It’s always nice to get to know your neighbours.” you chuckled.

A laugh rumbled through his chest and he stepped away, walking around to the other side of the car and greeting the animal inside with an affectionate pat.

“I’ll see you soon!” he said, before closing the door.

With that, he was off, pulling away from the clinic with a smile on his face as you watched the car drive away. It was only seconds later that a car door slammed behind you, and your head whipped around in confusion.

Emily was sauntering towards you, a cheeky smile on her face.

“How long have you been there?” you asked, shocked by her sudden appearance.

“About 10 minutes - I was planning on getting some reading done before my shift,” she lifted a textbook to show you, “but that exchange was far more interesting.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you confirmed, turning on your heel and walking back towards the clinic.

“Oh, don’t play dumb - that little shoulder touch? His hand on yours? God, you both personified the heart-eyes emoji,” she sassed, following quickly after you.

“Ok, you have no idea what you’re talking about.” You tried to wipe the smile off your face, still facing away from her.

“Oh my god, you like him,” she mumbled.

“No, I don’t - I was just helping him out - he had an injured dog, I’m a vet.”

“You’re seriously not gonna admit it.”

“There’s nothing to admit!” You looked over at her standing behind the reception desk a smirk still plastered on her face as she held up her hands in surrender.

“Whatever you say,” she chuckled.

You sighed, storming back into one of the examination rooms to prepare for your first patient - a regular. The owner had 3 pugs - Basil, Lulu, and Reggie - and they were always getting into trouble. You knew as soon as they arrived because you could hear the cacophonous parade of paws on the tiled floor as they all bolted through the door, excitedly jumping up and down at your feet.

Needless to say, you managed to suppress the thoughts of your neighbour for the remainder of your shift.

A Week Passes

“Hey, Terminator, you coming or what?” Sam was standing in Bucky’s kitchen, pulling a box of leftover pizza from the fridge and helping himself to a slice.

“Yeah, just gotta feed Buddy,” Bucky murmured, strolling into the lounge room. “Did you see where he we–” Bucky stopped short when he caught sight of the open door, his eyes flickering over to Sam, filled with panic. “You left the door open.”

Am slowly turned to look at the open door, mouth open in mid-bite panic. “Shit,” he mumbled.

Bucky immediately burst into action, speeding towards the door and looking down the hall. “I swear to god, Wilson, I have had this dog for a week. I thought it was going well - he warmed up to me, stopped peeing inside, he’s taking his meds, moving better - and you show up, and suddenly I’ve misplaced him.” he ranted, speeding a few steps ahead of Sam, who was still holding a slice of pizza and had started calling out Buddy’s name. “What am I gonna tell y/n? She’s gonna hate me.”

“Dude, chill out, we’ll find your dog,” Sam groaned, looking behind him to the other end of the hall, only to bump straight into a frozen Bucky.

They had just rounded a corner, and Bucky saw something that made him come to an abrupt halt. Sam turned his attention to what Bucky was looking at and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Buddy, his paws resting on the legs of a crouched woman in medical scrubs.

“Y/n,” Bucky breathed, the name was filled with relief and surprise, and Sam immediately raised an eyebrow. He’d heard about you, the neighbour who saved Buddy and convinced Bucky to adopt him, but he hadn’t heard Bucky say your name like that. He watched his friend rush forward, falling onto his knees as his dog jumped excitedly from her to him.

“I see you’re doing a good job of keeping an eye on him,” she chuckled, scratching the dog’s back.

“That idiot left the door open,” Bucky grumbled, pointing back at Sam. “I left the room for one second an–”

“It’s okay, James,” she chuckled, standing up and brushing off her legs. “He was sitting outside my door, apparently wanted to see me. I’m Y/n, by the way.” she stuck a hand out for Sam to shake and he smiled, introducing himself.

“Cyborg over there has mentioned you once or twice,” he smiled, noticing how her eyes flickered down to her shoes, a blush rising on her neck. He felt Bucky’s elbow press into his side and shot him a cheeky wink.  “Thanks for convincing him to get Buddy, he’s been far less grumpy for the past week - but maybe that’s not the dog.” Sam slyly questioned, raising a cheeky eyebrow.

“AlrIGHt that’s enough, we’ll leave you alone, sorry about Buddy,” he rushed out, grabbing Sam’s shoulder and trying to pull him away from you.

You chuckled lightly at this, shaking off Sam’s remark.

Sam didn’t seem to be having any of it though - he wrestled his way out of Bucky’s grip and turned back to you. “You look like you’ve just finished a shift, you should come out with us! We were gonna go to the Mexican place around the corner - we can eat outside, we’ll bring Buddy, it’ll be great.”

“Yeah, I just got off work, but I couldn’t intrude–”

“No! You wouldn’t be intruding, come on, it’ll be fun.” Sam tried to convince. “Music, food, a few drinks.”

Sam watched as your eyes travelled over to Bucky, a silent question in them. Generally, you wouldn’t just randomly go out for dinner with a group of people you hardly know, let alone superheroes, but you were so hungry, and the thought of having to cook when you got inside made you want to die. Finally, you turned back to Sam, “Just let me get changed.”

Sam cheered in support as hse unlocked her door and disappeared inside, only to be greeted with a punch to the shoulder when the door closed behind her.

“What the hell was that, punk?” Bucky asked, staring anxiously at the door.

“Ok, I just did you a favour - you should see the way she was looking at you, not to mention the way you were looking at her - It’s like a goddamn middle-school disco up in here.”

“I’m going to kill you. Go get Buddy’s leash.”

“You aren’t denying it!” Sam whisper-yelled, turning back towards Bucky’s apartment. “You’re in love!”

If Bucky had something to throw at the back of Sam’s retreating head, he would have.

Part Four

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Indecisive - ( Pt. 1)

Yoongi Angst | Taehyung x Reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (coming soon)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, BTS x Reader, series

Author’s note: SECOND FANFIC AYYYYY. I’ve been writing this one since….. this summer maybe?? lol idk im lazy af and i still have other stuff to write. RLLY GOOD STUFF TOO. ive been into angst stuff lately bc i love to break my heart over n over again :’))) thats my kink guys!!! getting my heart broken!! haha jk im srry i will sto p anyways. I love yoongi with all my heart,,,, but i also love taehyung with all my heart so i was like WHY NOT AHAHAHA bias vs bias wrecker ok now i’m overdoing this author’s note thing im srry pls enjoy btws i posted this without rlly reviewing it so YEAH LETS GET IIIIIIT

“Ew, what kind of face is that?” a low voice asked, looking at the screen on the phone you were holding up, the front camera facing you and raven haired male that sat next to you as you took a selfie. You had your face scrunched up, eyes rolled up to the point where the only the whites of your eyes were shown, you clicked the camera shutter.

“What’s wrong with silly pictures?” You pouted and turned to your date. As he looked back at you, he scoffed, “you call that silly? That’s more ugly than it is silly.” His tone was serious but you knew his humor consisted of roasts.

You couldn’t help but laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, “Okay, okay. We’ll take a good one.” Your hand still in position, you smiled at the camera showing teeth, while the young man smirked. Click. “There we go.” You cooed. The lights began dimming, indicating the movie was about to begin so you put your phone away.

You were amazed by the fact you were able to ask Yoongi out on a date to the cinema. You weren’t sure how to go about it but you asked your best friend, Taehyung for advice, he seemed weird about it but eventually he said to just go for it. You and Yoongi were good friends to begin with but you felt something else go on between you two (a lot of sexual awkward tension to be exact). For a while, neither of you acknowledged it, knowing it could possibly ruin your friendship, and that’s something the neither of you wanted.

Deciding to see a romantic comedy, Yoongi was first against it, but it was the only thing you could stand watching. Horror wasn’t your cup of tea, so Yoongi let it slide. To your surprise, you heard Yoongi laughing along beside you. Looking at him laughing, you couldn’t help but smile too.

Then, a sudden burst of happiness hit you. It was weird–it would happen from time to time and it’d come at the most random times. The feeling was strong and passionate that just couldn’t be ignored.

“Hey, Yoongi…” you began, but you stopped. Yoongi’s phone was vibrating in his pocket. As the screen lit up, his eyebrows knitted together, “ahh, what can I do..” he flashed his phone at you, “it’s Suran. I’ll be back.” Answering his call in a low whisper, he got up from his seat and walked while crouching, trying not to block people from veiwing the movie and walked outside of the movie theater.

All of your firey passion was gone in an instant. Your heart’s content was quickly replaced with sadness. ‘Why am I being like this..? It’s not like he’s leaving.. Ohmygod. Am I jealous?’ You felt frustrated about your own feelings. ‘No! I can’t be. They’re both my friends.’

Holding a burdensome conversation with yourself, a voice whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry,” it was Yoongi. Making you snap out of the lonesome quarrel, you turned your head towards him, “Suran is… in need of my help. I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

To your understanding, you nodded, “alright. No worries, I hope everything’s fine..!” and with that, he rushed back out.

Trying to keep your cool, you sunk into your seat, ‘they’re both my friends… then why am I feeling like this?’ you could only ask yourself that same question over and over.

‘Next time, maybe?’ you asked yourself. The autumn night breeze blew your hair, chilling your cheeks and runny nose. The hoodie you wore under your jean jacket kept you warm. After Yoongi left, you had been in a sour mood and decided to leave without finishing the movie. You felt like you needed to take a walk, and that’s what you did. It felt nice to have some time to yourself and sort out these senses.

Getting home, you plopped down onto your bed, spreading your limbs out. Staring at the ceiling, you contiplated whether or not to text Yoongi. And after many debates, you finally decided yes. Pulling out your phone from your purse and clicking the message app, you picked Yoongi’s contact.

YOU: Hey, how is Suran doing? Is everything okay?

After a few minutes, you recieved a reply.

Yoongi-nie: Hey, everything’s fine, I guess. her boyfriend broke up with her so she needed my moral support… how was the movie? sorry i didn’t stick around long enough to see the ending. did they end up together?

YOU: oh no that’s terrible. HE DIDN’T DESERVE HER. HE’S AN ASS. I got her back, tell her that. and the movie was good. :) you lied guess we gotta redo this lil date so you can find out for yourself! haha

The reply from Yoongi took a little longer than you had hoped.

Yoongi-nie: Date? i didn’t know this was a date… i thought we were only hanging out….

What–. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Your heart was pounding hard against your chest.

YOU: Oh, hanging out? lol then do u want to go on a date sometime with me…?

At that point, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Turning your screen off, you screamed while throwing your phone to the other side of your bed. The anticipation and anxiety began to build. “WHY DID I DO THAT? JEEZ, FUCK. OHMYGOD. NOOO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK–” Ding! You received a message.

Quickly crawling to the other side of your bed, you flipped over your phone and rushed to unlock it.

Yoongi-nie: No. Sorry. I don’t like you like that. I always thought I treated you like my annoying little sister, but I don’t want to keep leading you on. I’m sorry but I don’t feel that way.

Your heart sunk. It was the end. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting. Your life isn’t like the romantic comedies. You weren’t going to get the boy. It happens.

YOU: Ahhh. Okay. Sorry, I misunderstood. I probably made you feel uncomfortable. Thanks for telling me the truth, though. I really appreciate it.

Yoongi-nie: Are you okay? I don’t want you to be depressed or anything.

At this point, your heart felt destroyed.

YOU: OMG. Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. I just need some time if that’s okay.

Yoongi-nie: Take all the time you need. Again, I’m sorry.

YOU: Don’t apologize. It’s okay, seriously. Goodnight.

Yoongi-nie: Goodnight.

Recieving that last text, you set your phone on silent and played music. You didn’t think playing your favorite songs could make you feel so sad.

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The next day felt draining. Although you didn’t have work, your morning wasn’t as enjoyable as it could’ve been. Doing what you usually do on your day off, you jumped into the shower. Since you had no plans of going out, you only changed into comfy sweats and a t-shirt, and tied your hair up into a pony-tail. Next, you cleaned your apartment while listening to music that blasted through your speakers. It was a good distraction until you heard a knock at the door.

Turning down the music, you took a look at yourself in the mirror that hanged in the hallway before the front door and moved away misplaced strands of hair out of your face then opened the door.

It was Taehyung wearing his baggy tan hoodie and ripped blue jeans. He had what seemed like bags filled with food in his hands. “Good morning!” He smiled. You were able to keep it together since the night before and all morning but for some reason, seeing your best friend’s face made you break into tears. “Taaaaaehyuuuuung..!” you sobbed.

The brunette’s smile was wiped off with concern and confusion, “woah, woah what happen?” He closed the door behind him and placed the bags onto the table before wrapping his lengthy arms around you.

His warm embrace made you cry into his chest even harder and hug back. All that was heard were muffled sobs. “There, there.” he said softly, stroking the top of your head. He was patient with you, he always was. And it was rare to see you cry, Taehyung knew you were a strong when it came to your feelings. Stress, frustration or even just sad movies never made you cry.

After a few minutes of ugly sobbing, you stepped back, letting go and looking up at him through your blurry vision. Taehyung looked back into your eyes and only chucked, “well that’s a sight for sore eyes.” cupping your cheeks, he wiped away your tears as you sniffed. “Are you ready to tell me what happen?”

The only response you gave him was a slow nod. Tired of standing at the door, the both of you moved the conversation to your living room, where you told him about your heartbreak.

You sat at one end of the couch in a little ball while Taehyung sat at the other end. “Ahhh… this is so embarrassing…” you sighed, rubbing your eyes and sniffed.

“Why are you embarrassed? These are your feelings. There’s nothing you should be embarrassed about.” Taehyung comforted.

You sighed once again, “ah… why did I have to fall for Yoongi? I should’ve just fallen for you instead. We’re practically married,” leaning your head against the leather cusion of the couch and giggled.

Only a corner of Taehyungs lips lifted, “that’s food for thought.” He leaned over and patted the closest limb he was able to reach, which was your foot, weird but it still felt comforting, “I don’t know what else to say but to move on–things like this happen. I don’t want to sound like a jerk and tell you this but it’s the truth,” he sighed, “and I don’t want you to keep bringing your hopes up for them to be suddenly broken down again.”

Taking a deep breath and rubbing your eyes before combing through your hair with your fingers, you looked at him, “aghhh, you’re right. I have to get over him…. and I’ll start by eating that food you brought–where it at?” you got off the couch and quickly walked to the table in the hallway where Taehyung left the bags.

Opening the bags, it felt as if the food itself was glowing and shinning on your face. Was there a choir of angels singing? Who knows but you could hear them loud and clear. All you could do was mischievously laugh to yourself, “oh, Taehyungie. You know me so well.” The bags were filled with all of your favorite snacks and drinks.

“I thought we could watch some movies and chill all day while eating junk food,” the owner of the low and husky voice popped in, watching you drool from the hallway.

You looked up at the direction it come from and smiled, “Taehyung, you have perfect timing.”

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[warriorqueen1991]

Razorblades And Lemon Juice (pt. 9)

Characters: Vampire Negan X Reader

Warnings: angst, violence, blood, gore, and some fluff

Notes: well this turned out to be a beast of a chapter lol…you guys are amazing and I live for your feedback your the reason this fic is still going strong ♡♡♡♡

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You were still sitting on the couch long after the sun began to peek back over the horizon.

You couldn’t get your mind to calm down.

You had kissed Negan!

Your jailer.

Your….

You sighed, who were you kidding?

Things had changed, you knew in your heart that if you asked him he would let you go.

But the truth was, you weren’t sure you wanted to leave anymore.

Negan was different.

He wasn’t the monstrous killer you had been led to believe he was. He was more caring and sweet than any human you had ever encountered.

Running your fingers across your bruised wrist you smiled, you loved how passionate he got while feeding.

The sounds he made.

How incredibly arousing the whole act itself was.

There was something incredibly empowering about giving him what he needed to survive.

Your smile quickly faded, he didn’t feel the same…you knew that. Negan was still grieving over his wife, his heart was so scared of betraying a woman who died long before you were even born.

How could you hope to measure up?

Getting to your feet you left his room, hopefully he would stay away long enough for you to do what needed to be done.

Things had escalated quickly between you two and it was time to hit the brakes before someone got hurt.

Managing to find the infirmary, you crept inside the dust filled room.

Letting your eyes drift over the assortment of needless clutter, you quickly slid open a drawer holding a roll of tubing and some needles.

Smiling you noticed the needles were actually very sterile.

“So much for not being clean” you mumbled grabbing the equipment.

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Negan was sitting in the lounge with his head in his hands when you finally found him. Making your way to the table, you quickly sat down across from him.

His hands slid down his face as you placed a glass full of blood in front of you.

Not waiting for him to speak, you reach forward to slid it across the table to him.

He furrowed his brow “what the fuck is that?”

You shrugged “breakfast!”

He looked at you then at the blood, he looked disappointed. Expecting him to say something you were surprised when he silently grasped the cup, bringing it to his lips.

Taking a small sip he placed it back on the table, his expression sad.

You bit your lip nervously “what’s wrong?” he sighed licking his lip before giving you a fleeting smile “nothing…thank you”.

You felt butterflies fluttering up from your stomach “I’m…uh sorry about last night”. He looked at you solemnly, his hand sliding down the glass before dropping to his lap.

You sighed “I crossed a line and I’m sorry, I figured this was the best solution since I obviously can’t keep my emotions under control”.

His silence was killing you.

“Negan please just say something” you whispered. He hummed low in his throat before bringing the cup back to his lips, taking a bigger swig he grimaced.

“It tastes different…”

You frowned “sorry I can’t give you your fix”

Your words carried a slight bite you hadn’t realized they had until they slipped out.

He sat the half empty glass down, swallowing thickly “I’m sorry you feel like that’s all it fucking was”.

You scoffed “you said it yourself, you were practically getting high off my misplaced pleasure”. He looked at the table “I said it enhanced mine” now it was your turn to look confused.

“What?..but you..”

He shook his head “I told you the first time princess…it fucking felt good for me to”. You blushed dropping your gaze to look at your feet “I can’t keep doing this Negan…i’m…getting confused about…” you gestured between you “…this”.

He nodded “I understand” picking up the glass, he downed the rest of it with a wince.

Getting to his feet he looked at you in remorse “it tastes like fucking shame and regret…” he sighed rubbing his hand down his face “and I’m sorry I made you fucking feel that way”.

You opened your mouth to explain that it wasn’t his fault but the words died on your tongue as his eyes darted to the door.

He looked distracted, “Negan?” he held up his hand as he slowly moved to the door.

“Stay here” he rasped moving to the hall. Shaking your head, you moved out into the hall with after him.

He was heading to the door leading outside when the large black windows running next to him shattered, glass and sunlight washing in around him.

“NEGAN!!!!”

Taking off down the hall your lungs seized up in terror as you flung yourself against him dragging him to the ground, as his back caught fire.

Ripping his jacket from his shoulders you tossed it aside as you pushed him into the shadows beneath the windows.

He groaned leaning back against the wall as you watched his burnt face slowly heal.

“What the fuck was that?”

You looked out the window, crippling fear settling in the pit of your stomach as your eyes fell on over twenty me on horseback, Gerald glaring at you from the front.

Ducking back down with Negan you gently cupped his still healing cheek “it’s my community…I…I can talk to them, stay here”.

He growled crawling to the door before getting to his feet “you don’t kick down my damn door to fucking talk princess”.

You quickly shoved yourself in front of him “don’t be stupid Negan it’s broad daylight”.

Your pleading was silenced as the door was suddenly kicked open shoving you to the floor with a pained cry.

Negan turned to you as two arrows shot through his shoulders, there shafts tethered to a thick cable. Snarling, he grasped the bolt just as he was dragged from the building.

Two men on horseback galloped from the door, the cables firmly attached to their saddles. Clawing himself to his feet he looped his hand around the cable jerking one of the large animals to the ground as his face and arms began to burn.

Sprinting from the building you quickly grabbed the blanket from the night before, Negan had managed to knock one horse off its feet but two more had quickly replaced him.

His skin was charred and bleeding as four more arrows shot into his back making him fall to his knees.

Flinging the blanket over his body you practically threw yourself over him “STOP!!” you screamed yanking a tether free “GERALD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??”

The man looked baffled “what am I doing? I’m saving your damn life”

You shook your head as tears fell down your face “I told you not to follow me” he nodded “and I didn’t…not right away”.

You growled “this doesn’t concern you, leave!!”

He furrowed his brow “Y/N what the hell is wrong with you?” he jabbed his finger at Negan’s covered form “that creature has some sort of hold over you doesn’t he?”

You winced rubbing Negan’s back as a deep growl vibrated up from under the blanket.

“He’s not a creature and he’s not a monster…i’m here because I fucking want to be!”

Gerald had a look of disgust on his face as he hopped down from his mount. Grabbing you by your shirt he shoved you from Negan, your arms quickly being restrained by two of his men.

Flinging the blanket back Gerald grabbed a spear one of his men tossed him.

“Gerald please…” you shook your head pleading him not to hurt Negan.

Negan was on all fours flinching with a pained hiss as the sun danced across his raw skin before Gerald moved to shadow him. He groaned, leaning forward before he sat back on his hunches “just fucking do it already” he growled.

Grabbing his hair, Gerald pulled back before shoving his spear through Negan’s back.

It’s blood soaked head bursting out through his stomach making him cry out in pain, baring his fangs.

You jerked viciously against the men holding you as Negan gasped roughly, his gloved hand gripping the protruding spear head.

Gerald jerked Negan’s head back as he continued to bare his teeth in both pain and anger.

“Take a good long look Y/N” he growled grabbing your wrist to pull you to Negan’s side. He released his hair pulling his spear back slightly to twist it before shoving it back through making Negan grunt, gritting his teeth painfully.

Gerald pulled a knife from his boot slashing it across your hand, shoving it in Negan’s face.

“THIS IS WHAT HE IS!!!” he roared as Negan bared his fangs at you with a warning hiss, his eyes glowing brightly.

Your jaw ticked as you stared into Negan’s gold eyes.

He was in unimaginable pain, probably dying.

Beyond angry.

But he wasn’t going to hurt you.

“Negan?” you whispered leaning forward as he met your gaze once more. Gerald was barking orders at his men so he wasn’t paying attention to you.

“You…you gotta…fucking…get it outta me” he panted tugging on the bloody spear head before closing his eyes in pain.

You nodded, getting to your feet slowly you looked at Gerald “you..you’re right…he…he must of been controlling my emotions somehow”.

Gerald gave you a questioning look as you quickly got to your feet, pointing a shaky finger at Negan.

“He…he brainwashed me, made me do his bidding…I want to go home…please” your voice cracked as more tears streaked down your face.

Gerald nodded, reaching down to grasp the spear.

You quickly moved in front of him placing your hand on his shoulder “please…let me”.

He furrowed his brow before nodding taking a step back. You grimaced as the sun crept back up Negan’s legs as Gerald moved.

Grasping the spear firmly in your hands you placed your boot on his back wrenching it from his flesh with a loud squelching noise. Negan roared out in pain as you ripped it from his spine, swinging around to smash the end into two of the nearby men’s faces.

Grabbing Gerald by the shirt you jabbed the point to his throat, “tell your men to piss off or I will fucking kill you” you hissed as Negan kneeled by your feet in his shadow.

Gerald lifted his hands “ok, ok Y/N take it easy”.

You were shaking, but your hands were firm. Eyeing his men who were slowly advancing on you, Gerald waved them off.

Pressing the spear tip into his flesh you let out a shaky breath as Negan quickly snatched Gerald’s knife from his grasp.

“Now get the fuck out of here and never come back” you hissed.

He looked at you in bewilderment “Y/N…” you growled pressing the spear into his skin making him hiss as a trail of blood ran down his neck.

“Fuck off Gerald!”

He nodded backing away with his men before pulling himself onto his horse.

He frowned as you moved in front of Negan to shield him from the sun, his eyes drifting to the bloody spear in your hand before urging his steed away from the compound.

His mob following close behind in a cloud of dust.

You kept your eyes on them until they were out of sight and the dust settled.

Then the whole world crashed in around you.

Gasping you dropped the spear to the ground, your hands shaking as you turned to Negan.

He was still on his knees, his skin was cracked and charred in several places while others were raw and pink with blood oozing from it.

He was sitting in a puddle of his own blood.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you watched a stream of blood trail out into the sun, igniting almost instantly.

Leaning over him you grabbed the blanket pulling it over his head, stumbling to his feet you quickly ushered him inside.

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Slamming the doors to the infirmary open so they banged against the wall, you grunted as you tried to be as gentle with him as possible.

Flopping him down on a gurney with a pained groan Negan grit his teeth.

“Fucking hell!!”

You winced “oh my god, Negan…I…I dont”. He was panting heavily as he ripped his shirt in half flinging it from his body as you looked at his heavily damaged chest.

“Christ…what?…I don’t…I don’t know what to do” you choked out, your lungs refusing to corporate.

He grimaced, his voice a rough whisper “hey!” you were trembling as he reached his burnt hand out to grasp yours “fucking calm down sweetheart…I…I’ll be ok” he groaned closing his eyes.

You were crying silently as you quickly darted out of the room.

Sprinting to the freezer you quickly grabbed the bag of blood you had filled earlier.

You took a deep breath trying to calm your nerves before quickly sprinting back to the infirmary.

Negan was shifting uncomfortably on the gurney, wincing in pain as his skin began healing slowly. Walking up to him you gently moved his hair from his face making him hiss.

“Sorry…here” you offered him the bag of blood, his eyes widened as he bolted upright. Gasping you took a step back as he snatched the bag from your hand, his eyes closing as he bit into it with a rough groan.

You moved to the side grabbing a handful of gauze and tape. A low growl pulling your attention back to him, you frowned as he snarled around the bag ripping it in half so he could lick the inside.

Clearing your throat softly, you gave him a small smile as his eyes drifted to you. He was still running his tongue against the inside of the bag as the skin on his face turned a raw pink.

Looking down at the mess he made, he winced tossing the ripped plastic to the floor dropping back to the bed with a grunt.

He closed his eyes “you should go”

Hearing his deep voice you dragged a metal chair up next to him.

“what?”

He grimaced “you should go back with them”. Your face twisted in anger and disbelief “are you fucking kidding me…they tried to kill you!”

He growled as the flesh across his neck began healing over. Letting out a pained gasp he looked up at you “I never should of fucking made you stay…”.

Shaking your head you busied yourself with unwrapping the gauze “well you did, and here we are…no sense crying over spilt milk”.

He let out a frustrated noise with a wince “you’re free to go…our deal has been fucking met”.

You frowned, plopping down in the cold chair with a sigh “if I leave, you will die”.

“Haven’t I fucking lived long enough?…the world will be better off without me” he growled “and so will you”. Placing a large patch of gauze on his stomach, you pressed on it making him grunt “why don’t you let me decide what’s best for me huh?”.

He closed his eyes in pain and exhaustion before shaking his head “I’m not the fucking hero of this story…” he grimaced as you began taping him up.

“I’m the fucking dragon keeping you in this fucking castle, princess”.

You paused, rubbing your hand over the tape “I forgive you for what you’ve done Negan, and I understand why you did it”. He closed his eyes as you continued “so I’m free to go?”

Negan lifted his head to look at you, he looked defeated. With a heavy sigh he dropped back on the dusty cushion with a nod.

“Would you mind if I stayed?”

You smiled as he let out a breathy laugh “no….I wouldn’t fucking mind”.

You giggled ushering him to turn on his side so you could patch up his back.

“good” you quipped, placing another large patch of gauze on his wound.

“Cuz this princess wants to keep her dragon”.

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