#I am delusional and they are soulmates CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTH

[goreshitrushi2]

You’ve probably answered this a dozen times but what about Kizashige got you into it and what made you stay into it?

I. well, I basically got into corpse party for kizami and morishige in the first place, back in late 2019. serial killer AND gore obsessed freak, I knew from the very beginning they would be my favorites. but when I read kizami's wiki page specifically his relationship section over morishige and how he suicidebaited him, it legitimately sounded so hilarious to me I had to witness it so I watched last waltz before even finishing my playthrough of blood covered.

and I think it ruined my life. last waltz is definitely one of the biggest contributing factors to what I got out of kizashige through literally the entire thing. like the set up of kizami watching morishige perform, kizami's antagonism mixed with genuine intrigue ("those of like mind have a certain bond in here", "MY PREY HAS BEEN CAUGHT"), the fact that morishige isn't even receptive to kizami's intimidation in the beginning (talking back at kizami even when he's restraining and twisting his arm!??!?!?!)

no, that part was actually crazy to me in how oblivious morishige was to how much of a threat kizami was. it really made a large part of my interpretation of their dynamic be that morishige wouldn't give a single fuck about kizami's power (i.e, social status) which kizami would be really surprised by (annoyed that all his effort in his presentation has no effect on this one person? relieved that finally there's someone who doesn't care for any of that bullshit and can see him for who he really is?).

and that's where I get into the domestic shit because when I started thinking of them outside of heavenly host, that really made me obsessed with kizashige. I think it's fun and cute, but when they only interact like twice in very specific circumstances, you think it would be really hard, right. good thing they parallel each other in like every way possible.

the death thing is obvious, they both feel dehumanized by their families, and scenes like when morishige talks about how people only care about popularity contests instead of actual talent vs where kizami rants about how people only care about trivial things and humans can be so much better than that. maybe it's just because I'm a jaded college student, but that shit is seriously relatable to me lol. AND I WANT THEM TO RELATE TO EACH OTHER.

they are bitter, cynical, and lonely people, and it's that persuasive loneliness to the both of them that gets me. that's why they both die in heavenly host-- morishige never allows himself to open up and connect with the people he meets to get out of heavenly host, always berating who he pairs up with in his head or outright refusing their help and trying to find mayu on his own, only to succumb to his obsession. kizami completely letting his own beliefs of himself being incapable to connect with others dictate his actions as some sort of "fuck you" to everyone else, until he meets yuka and thinks he can finally gain that sense of humanity, but does it in the wrong way entirely.

it's relatable, especially in how much of it is something they both enable in themselves. there's no shame in admitting that I'm really attached to them because of my own history with mental illness. I project onto them a lot, it's kind of eerily easy to do so. to me, they are somehow just really evocative of a specific experience growing up mentally ill where it's all you've ever been, and either taking it to the extreme or making some sort of peace with that.

just individually, I have never liked two characters so much before, they are both so genuinely uniquely written and layered characters to me. I find them both very comforting and interesting and have so much fun working with them together or alone.

I love kizashige.

[lola-andheruniverse]

ok, I know by now everyone on the caryl fandom probably watched 11x01 and analyzed the shit out of it because that's what we do 🌟 and we are very good at it

I'm pretty late to the party but I really want to give my two cents as well, mainly because I've seen a few negatives reactions to the episode

soooooo one thing I've learned reading @my-mt-heart blog, our TV genius, is that everything that makes the cut is probably pretty important to the story being told, and that includes costume choices, and background music, and lighting, etc etc..right?

well, I think we all agree that MMB is a beautiful sexy goddess but that's not how Carol was portrayed to be until season 10 when our ZA queen got a glow-up (a new pretty wig, more visible make up, new clothes that fit her body nicely, etc)

that happened because now Carol is not only a main character, but a lead character, with a "possible" romantic connection to the another lead character, Daryl endgame

we can also call it post-divorce glow up if we want ha

so yeah TPTB wants us, the audience, to see Carol as a beautiful woman on purpose so she can fit on the roles above

but 11x01 took it to another level, and you can call me delusional and say that I'm looking at these tidbits of scenes with my caryl googles, but

LOOK AT HER (beautiful gif by @carolsdixxon )

ma'am who gave you permission to look like this? damn

guys, just look at this shot of Carol - how she is positioned, her posture, the way the natural light hits her face, and the fact that her hair is flowing with a little breeze

where is this fucking breeze coming from? I watched this scene a few times and no one else's hair is doing this

did they put a little fan next to MMB's face just to get this effect on the shot?

and here you say lola you crazy, it's not that deep, TWD doesn't do this kind of stuff, they're lazy as fuck

yeah

but the same thing happened at the beginning of the episode, see

(beautiful gif edit by @dixonscarol)

and, again, where is this particular breeze coming?

well, I don't know where the breeze is from, but it made me think

both scenes our beautiful Carol is being observed by no one else than her soulmate, Daryl Dixon

I may be reaching probably am but the timing of both scenes makes me think that Carol looks this ethereal and pretty because we are seeing her through Daryl's eyes and perception

and we know he doesn't know how to approach her right now because of their fight and unresolved feelings, but when she looks like this, it's damn hard no to reach for her, isn't it, Daryl?

and, of course, when we see Daryl by Carol's perspective....

who are you giving this angry and hot 'let's fuck' stare, Mr Dixon?

(another beautiful gif edit by @dixonscarol)

and when Carol doesn't agree with Maggie's suicide mission, he's worried/disapointed/puppy eyes/she's so pretty don't know what to do so I'm leaving, all at the same time

(@dixonscarol giving us all the feelings)

so yeah, maybe it's my caryl colored googles and the outstanding beauty of MMB clouding my judgment but AGAIN no one else looks that hot on the rest of the episode

I think these shots were done with the very intent of portraying Carol as pretty as ever, private breeze and all, just to show us how he sees her and what he will be missing while playing spy with the Reapers

and the whole reference of taking of their armors by Princess, God bless her and her little shipper heart, when we just saw on Diverged that Daryl has a comic book named Man of Armor with a super power couple on the cover because I may die with the foreshadowing

[goldentsum]

— love, you can’t run away from me forever.

PAIRING: soulmate! suna rintarou x reader

GENRE: smut, soulmate au but make it dark

WORDCOUNT: 5.5k

SUMMARY: growing up in a world filled with soulmates was magical but with news about people going crazy and killing people for their “love” made suna repulsive to the idea of soulmates though when you came along, he finally understood why those people did it. 

WARNING: dark content, smut, noncon, manipulative tendencies, cussing/cursing, creepy! and delulu! suna, mean! reader, masturbation (male), photos and audio recording taken w/o consent, kidnapping, oral sex (fem receiving), bdsm, sadistic! suna, dom! suna, violence, abuse, blood, suna is a dick, reader who tries to fight back

AUTHOR’S NOTE: another one cus why not! you guys seemed to liked my first dark fic so here’s another one! <3 might be bad idk prob cus of my writing HAHAHHA also, suna just being a creepy and psychopathic aquarius. DO NOT INTERACT/READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON’T LIKE THIS TYPE OF CONTENT. 

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. do not romanticize this, this is fiction and in no way am i telling people this is okay. if you don’t like content like this, please click away or block the tag tw.darkcontent

‘the world is fucked up,’ suna thought, looking at his phone as he saw all types of news about people killing and committing all types of felonies to prove that their love for their soulmates were real. 

the stoic male grimaced at one news he came upon when he scrolled up, a young man killed his family and friends because “he doesn’t need anyone else beside his soulmate”. now that was fucked up. suna never thought he'd lose faith in humanity even more with each passing day. it was actually impressive with how fucking stupid and delusional people get when the topic of soulmates come up. 

gold eyes narrowed at the inked skin of his wrist. “(l/n) (y/n)” or whoever that is better not mind never having a soulmate because there’s no way in hell suna’s going to be all lovey-dovey and accept the soulmate bullshit. 

he thinks that soulmates are a scam. it was a hoax to make people do stupid shit and suna will not tolerate that type of bull. if he’s gonna end up with someone, it’ll be because he likes them not because of ‘fate’ or whatever decided it for him. 

he will never conform to society and its standards. 

“suna! what’s with the ugly face?” atsumu snickered, plopping down on the seat beside suna making the taller male groan. 

“oh fuck off, atsumu. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit” 

“when have you ever been in a mood for bullshit?” 

suna raised a brow and hummed, “good point” 

atsumu shook his head and turned to the counter where his brother was standing behind. “’samu! i want 3 tuna onigiris!” 

osamu glared at his brother and scowled, “get it yourself, lazy ass” 

“i’m paying you!” atsumu whined like the little brat he is but osamu ignored him and tended to the other customers in his shop. suna groaned at the noise, “for fuck’s sake, tsumu. shut up. your voice is so annoying” 

atsumu glared at the man and punched his shoulder, making suna winced and scowled at his former teammate from highschool. the older miya twin huffed and ignored his words, continuing what he was about to say before suna insulted him, “anyway! what i was trying to say earlier was that people around us are finding their soulmates while i’m stuck with you bums! how is that fair?!” 

suna groaned, annoyed, at the same old topic of soulmates. “soulmates are overrated. it’s a scam. you’re lucky you haven’t met yours yet if anything.” 

the setter scoffed at suna’s old same line of bitterness towards the topic of soulmates, “what’s with you, anyway? what’s with the bitterness towards soulmates?” 

“it’s bullshit, is all” suna replied easily, not bothered nor giving a shit. atsumu smirked and threw an arm over the male’s shoulder, “one day, you’ll meet your soulmate and everything’s gonna change.” 

“did you just curse me or?” 

“I don't know, did i?”

oh for fuck’s sake. atsumu really did cursed him. suna stared in awe, uncharacteristically so, at you while you glared at him. you clicked your tongue when his gaze was still as dazed and lovesick since you two have met. 

“fuck off, rintarou! i told you i don’t want any soulmate bullshit!” 

suna chuckled with a small blush on his cheeks, “i love it when you call me, rintarou--”

“because that’s your name, stupid! you know what, i’m not even gonna bother. and for the last time, stop following me!” you growled, stomping off to get away from your creep of a soulmate but the man didn’t mind your words. it was quite amusing to him to be honest. 

you’re so cute and small and so angry at the world that it’s so endearing to him. with every glare you give him, it sends pleasant shivers down his spine. ah, so this is what it felt to be with your soulmate. it’s addicting. you two could rule the world together if you want to. 

“love, you can’t run away from me forever. i’m your soulmate” 

you groaned at the persistent male, “i don’t want you as a soulmate! why can’t you understand that?!” 

suna stopped following you after your harsh words. you also stopped, your anger subsiding a bit when you realized what you said and all of a sudden, there was a pain in your heart. you cursed at the soulmate bond that was not letting you reject your fate. guilt resurfaced in your gut when you looked at suna who’s staring at the ground, eyes hidden under his bangs. 

“r-rintarou?.. look i’m sorry, okay. but i don’t really want any soulmate business in my life-...” you tried to explain but quickly cut your words off when suna started chuckling. 

scared and terrified at the creepy laugh and unexpected action, you stepped back and looked at him with wide eyes. suna then looked up at you and smirked, the dark glint in his eyes gave you the creeps, his breath heavy as he panted like a dirty pervert! his eyes were so filled with emotions. lust, obsession, and ‘love’ but you don’t  even know if you can call it ‘love’...

“did you feel that? it shows... no matter what you do. we’re connected.” 

oh fuck no. this psycho is not worth it. you grimaced at his words and turned back around swiftly, walking faster to get away from him. 

“fate will always bring us together, (y/n). the quicker you accept that, the easier life gets” you heard him shouted after you and it only made you quicken your actions, heart beating rapidly at what just happened. 

suna smirked at your figure as it grew smaller and smaller. he figured he’d let you go for now. it’s not like you can hide from him. you can try but the ink on your skin will always remind you where you belong and that’s with him. 

the tall male looked at his phone, the screen showing a picture of you sleeping. he traced your features through the phone with a loving sigh and quickly stuffed it back to his pocket. he whistled a small tune under his breath on his way back home, his thoughts filled with you. 

suna walked inside his apartment, shrugging his shoulders to loosen the tight muscles. he groaned in annoyance when his shoes got stuck on his foot but quickly shook it off. the moment he was in his bedroom, he removed his shirt and plopped down on the bed, opening his phone again. 

in his phone, there was a whole album of you. sleeping, eating, at the gym, when you were at the library. suna also opened one of the files in his phone as sounds of you breathing when you were sleeping echoed in the room. 

a small moan escaped the phone, suna’s eyes shining slyly at the sound. oh how he wants to hear it in person. he wants to hear every lovely sound you can make. he wants to know everything about you. 

what type of weather do you like? do you like cereal at night like him? do you have a special place for cats in your heart like he does? do you hate heat like him? and do you like getting fucked so hard the only thing you can do is scream? 

suna sighed at the last thought as rapid images of what you would look like popped in his head. would you look pouty? would you cry? would you be quiet and shy? or would you moan like a bitch in heat? 

the familiar twitch in his sweats made suna antsy. a hand drifted to his pants to palm himself through the cloth. 

suna massaged his hardening cock through his pants, letting out sighs as he did so. your soft breathing from the phone was making him harder. he imagined you beside him, sleeping. looking so innocent and safe from all the vile things of the world. safe with him. 

your plump lips curled into a small pout as your brows furrows while you dream then waking up, needy for him. suna groaned and swiftly tugged his sweats and boxers off him. he spat on his hand, hissing when he started stroking his thick cock. drifting to the sensitive head of his cock, he massaged it with the slick spit as it ooze out pre-cum. 

he quickly coated his digits with the precum and slicked his twitching cock with it for the smooth friction he was craving. he panted at the feeling when he tightened his grip on his dick, trying to imagine your tight wet pussy instead. 

“s-shit, baby... feels so good’“ he slurred, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of the tight grip, stroking himself to a slow rhythm. in his mind, he can see your pretty face. 

he can imagine you on top of him, rolling your hips slowly to not overstimulate yourself with his large cock inside of you. suna licked his lips, a small smirk appearing on his face as he imagined the cute little noises you made when you tried to fit him in you. 

his thick cock hitting so deeply inside you but oh how you like it, you slut. you’d look so gorgeous, moaning on top of him, hands on his chest whilst you ride him. 

“r-rintarou” he can hear your lewd voice calling out, your breath getting heavier with each stroke of his cock, dragging in your tight wet walls. your big doe eyes filled with tears as you look down at him, trying to get some help from him to fuck you good already.

he cursed when he felt a familiar band trying to snap in his lower stomach, his hand getting faster. wet slapping sounds echoed in the room along with your soft breathing on his phone. his violent and aggressive movements were getting him closer to his release. 

this is how he wants it to be. him fucking you so violently making you cry, hands gripping you tight that your pretty skin would bloom with violets and blue. 

he can already see it, how your tongue will roll out your pretty lips whilst you get fucked so hard that all you can do is lay and scream for him, your soulmate. your other half. you belong to him. 

“ha-ah-!” suna groaned deeply when his release hit him, thick warm cum hit his clenching abs as the spiraling pleasure made him shiver. his hand pumping his dick fast to ride his orgasm, his chest heaving deep pants. the male gulped down, trying to wet his dry throat as he slowly calmed down. lazy yellow eyes stared up in the white ceiling of his bed. 

he needs you. he wants to feel you. he wants to be with you. now. 

you sighed as you walked home to your apartment, it has been a week since your crazy soulmate tried to bother you in accepting him and it was making you jumpy. his eyes just showed so much when you last saw him that it made you paranoid with every movement that was happening around you. 

you entered your room, exhaling a deep breath of relief as you felt the warm air of your safe home. it was nice to be in your apartment again. no one to bother you. safe from the crazy man that suddenly stopped messing with you. 

after shrugging off your coat, you enter your kitchen to get a glass of water. all the overthinking about the mess that fate got you into was making your head hurt. as you greedily gulped down the water to soothe your dry throat, a movement from the dark living room made you choke on it. 

“shit” you cursed and looked at the wet floor. you put the glass down and looked at the dark living room, trying to catch any movement. you then quietly went to the knives beside you and grabbed one, walking cautiously through the room. you flickered the lights on, ready to strike if something attacked you, but as the lights went on, you sighed in relief when you saw no one. 

you let your hand drop beside you, rolling your eyes at yourself at the paranoia. you cursed the man that did this. now you were overthinking stuff and seeing shadows.

when you were about to turn around, a large hand covered your mouth and tightly gripped your wrist that held the knife, making it clunk to the floor as you screamed but the hand muffled it. 

“stop fuckin moving already.. you’re gonna just tire yourself” the familiar voice made your body stiff, your blood went cold. crying against his hand when you felt his lips touch your ear, teeth grazing it. 

“you’re so pretty” he cooed, his voice heavy and slow. tears pricked your eyes as you struggled against his hold but the tall man was obviously stronger than you being an athlete. you tried to stomp on his feet but the man nudged you forward with his weight as you two tumbled into the couch. 

you can feel the vibration of his chuckle as his chest was against your back. you heard him sigh and a small grind on your ass was enough to make you feel disgusted and dirty. 

“i apologize for this next action, (y/n)” suna muttered beside your eyes and he leaned back, quickly turning you around. before you could even scream, pain blossomed on your cheek. your vision turned blurry at the impact, dizzy.

this motherfucker just punched you. you faced him again and spat the blood on his face, your lip busted as well. “f-fuck you!”

suna growled at your actions but quickly smirked, wiping away the bloody spit on his eye while he held you down. 

“a tough one~ i like that” he whispered and you could feel a hard nudge on your inner thigh making you grimace. this man was fucked up... he just got hard from punching you and you fighting back-

suna smirking down at you was the last thing you remember then everything went dark.

the room was cold. and your limbs ached with each movement you did. you opened your eyes and panic hit you when you couldn’t see anything. you tried to call out but there was a gag on your mouth. 

you cried through the gag, you cursed everything. you hate fate for getting you into this mess. you curse soulmates bonds, you were right. soulmates are a bunch of bullshit. just look at where that ended you up in. most importantly, you hate him. if you can, you’ll kill him on the spot. 

the fucking psychopath. your soulmate. 

you bit the cloth on your mouth as the binds on your eyes got wet from the tears that escaped from your eyes. your feelings were a mess and all you could feel is anger, shame, and dread. 

“oh, you’re awake. that’s good. i thought i hit you harder than i intended to, thank god that you’re okay” you heard the familiar voice that you loathe. you growled through your gag but suna could only laugh at your pathetic attempt of dominance when you’re gagged, blindfolded, and tied to the bed. 

“now now, no need for that. we want to get along, don’t we” he muttered, walking closer to you and sat on the bed, beside you. 

you flinched when you felt his weight beside you and his hands caressed your cheek. you whimpered at the dull pain when he touches your cheek. this fucker touched where he punched you--

“that looked like it’ll bruise” you growled again at his words. you wanted to scream at him. hit him. make him feel the pain of what he did to you. 

your fussing about stopped and you stiffened when you felt him shift on top of you, going in between your legs. you tried to close your legs but his hands were faster than you. 

he maneuvered you like a doll he owns, fixing you into a position he liked. suna gazed at your tied-up body, his cock already starting to harden in his pants. he wants to touch you already. 

his hand went up and tugged your blindfold as he smiled at your dazed look that changed to a mean one. suna chuckled at your spirit. it was making him excited. 

“you’re too cute, love” he muttered, leaning closer to your neck and nuzzled into you, taking in your scent loudly making you flinch in dread. 

“you smell so sweet,” he said against your neck, an unconscious shiver running up your body. suna smirked when he felt it and continued to nuzzle his face in your neck. his hands touching and groping your body while you growled through the gag but he barely even paid attention to it, too caught up at the feeling of finally touching you and being with you. 

“i wanna taste you~” he whispered lewdly, looking deep into your eyes with a smirk. your eyes widened at his words and mustered up all the strength you had and hit his head against yours. 

you were disoriented after it but it was worth it when you heard his curse as he leaned away. your forehead was red you were sure and it’ll bruise with how hard his head was. 

“you bitch-!” your moment of victory was cut off when large hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it. you choked, wriggling around to get away from suna but he leaned all his weight on top of you. 

he glared down at you, watching with sick satisfaction when your eyes slowly fluttered close and your struggling gradually ceased. suna can snap your neck right now if he wants to. the power he has over you almost made him drool, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.

he let your neck go, heart beating fast when he saw finger marks on your neck, the shape of his hands on your skin. he watched you cough and try to inhale air, desperately. 

suna then grasped your chin in a tight hold and turned you to face him, making your dazed eyes look up at him, “do that again and i’ll make you bleed.” 

he let your chin go harshly and climbed off you, going out of the room. you gulped and intake the precious air, looking at the door with fear and anger. 

being with suna was an absolute nightmare. you don’t know how long it has been since the psycho kidnapped you and it was agitating. you fought back but suna liked it because it gave him the excuse to hurt you. you knew this but you just can’t give him the satisfaction he craved of you submitting to him. 

your body was slumped into the bed whilst you cried as suna ate you out. his fingers pumping viciously in and out of you, tongue lapping on your swollen clit. he denied you 4 orgasms already and your body was so sensitive from it. 

“just fucking accept this already!” suna growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending violent shivers in your body. you writhe and keened, your body in his mercy. 

you shook your head, tears streaming down your red and bruised cheeks. your neck was decorated with purple and red, bite marks and fingerprints alike. your wrists red and raw from the rope he used on you constantly.

“n-no!” 

suna rolled his eyes at your disobedience but let you be. he knows you’ll be his good girl sooner or later. he just has to try harder, he guesses. 

he sucked on your clit messily, tonguing your wetness. his fingers caressing your walls as he hit your g-spot making you arch your back. suna smirked and continued his ministrations, ignoring your pleading to let you cum already. 

he felt your walls clenching on his fingers as he stopped altogether making you cry in desperation. suna leaned on his feet, admiring the way your body tried to hump him to get the satisfaction of cumming. 

your body is so beautiful. before it was pristine and void of any marks and flaws but now your skin was decorated with purple and red courtesy of his love for you. 

“you really wanna do this, (y/n)? you rather be a bad girl than be my precious girl?” suna tried to reason with you, his tone was as if he was talking to a child. you scowled at him, “fuck you, asshole!” 

suna’s eyes turned dark at it. one thing he can’t tolerate was you saying such crude and bad words. he raised his hand and slapped you, the force of it made you turn to the side as you gasped at the pain. 

blood dripped from your nose. suna then grabbed your cheeks, squeezing. he glared down at you. “when will you learn... and here i thought you were smarter than that” 

you cried at the pain of his grip on your face and the sting of his slap was still there as his fingers pressed down to the bruises you had on your face. he shook your head, growling, “what do you say when you do something wrong” 

he continued to shake you, your aching limbs hurt at the violent movements. you whimpered and unconsciously replied, “i’m sorry-!” 

suna stopped and removed his hands from you. you looked up at him with teary eyes and saw him smiling softly at you. his mood swings were scary. you don’t really know what type of suna you’ll get before it’s too late... 

“atta girl...” he muttered and started to remove his pants. you panicked at his actions and tried to move away but the painful slap on your thigh was enough to make you stop. 

“now, let me fuck you” 

suna grabbed your ankle and pulled you down on the bed further, closer to him. he pumped his cock at the sight of you, so pretty and crying

“rintarou please-! d-don’t!” you cried, feeling so helpless and all your fire from earlier and the past days gone. the dark-haired male grinned at your sobbing and fussing about. 

“tsk. be a good girl, (y/n). just accept it.” he leaned closer to you, whispering against your wobbly lips. his dark yellow eyes stared straight into yours, lust swirling around his orbs. your body shook in fear and a small cry leaving your swollen lips. 

in one swift movement, suna entered you. he captured your lips, muffling your screams because of him suddenly entering you. the wet squishing noises were triggering your tears. you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying the stretch and the feeling of being filled up by this psycho. 

maybe in another world where you two have met differently. a perfect world where things weren’t complicated. if you two worked it out and things were different then maybe you’ve actually loved him and accepted him as your soulmate. but not in this world. not now. 

you cried when suna started moving, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. your body arched on the bed, feeling the pleasure. suna panted above you, arms caging you and his muscles contracting with every movement he does. 

suna cursed at the feeling, it felt so good. you feel so good. your wet and squishy walls sucking him so eagerly. the lewd sounds of your wetness and his constant thrusting was making him more excited. 

he stopped for a moment, pulling out from your pussy to put you in all fours and then entered you again when he moved you the way he likes. suna groaned, fucking deep into you. his tip grazing your cervix making you squeal. you can feel your orgasm coming faster because of the orgasms suna denied you earlier. you sobbed, hips unconsciously thrusting back to his dick. 

the male chuckled breathily, sneaking a hand between your legs to play with your swollen clit. you choked on a moan when you felt him massaging your clit. you let your head plop down to the mattress, arms wobbly, and all you could do was moan as your body jerking at the pleasure suna was giving you. 

“oh honey, you should see how slutty your body gets when i’m fucking you” he snickered behind you, hips never relenting with his fast and hard thrusts. 

you felt tears trail down your bruised cheeks, you don’t know if it’s because of the shame you felt earlier or the pleasure. the fast circles suna gave your clit made you whine and moan as you felt your orgasm wash over you. 

you howled at the satisfying feeling of the violent orgasm, finally cumming after the torture of not coming four times earlier. suna smirked at the way your body convulsed beneath him. 

the unwavering fucking from behind was sending you to overstimulation and suna’s fingers still rubbed down your sensitive clit. you whined and keened, drool slipping past your lips. 

“so fucked out” suna muttered and bent to lean against your back, his dick twitching in your wet walls. he then angled his thrust differently making you gasp. 

he leaned back again, staring at your sweaty discolored back, from his bites from the past fun times you two had, and the way you leaned against the pillows as your pretty face contorting into a fucked out expression, so lewd.

a large hand trailed down to the back of your neck, grabbing it and letting you lean against suna’s chest. his hand then wrapped around your dainty neck, squeezing, as he felt the vibrations of your moans. 

“pretty baby~” 

his other hand gripped your hips, stilling your wiggling around as he fucked into your harder at the newly changed angle. you whimpered at the way his thick cock reached so deep into you. 

suna moaned beside your ear, hips slowly losing his rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. his self-control snapping into something greedy and feral. he ignored your cries and fucked you so he can finally cum. 

the way he used you wasn’t supposed to feel this good. although he didn’t have any intention to make you feel good, the way his dick stuffed your full and the way his thickness stretched you was made you feel the familiar band in your stomach trying to snap once again.

he unconsciously squeezed your neck, breath heavy, when he felt his orgasm getting closer. he growled, thrusting sloppily in you, the sounds of your wetness echoed in the room along with your broken moans and rasps. you can feel him twitching inside you sending you into another orgasm.

you screamed, body arching against suna. the way your pussy squeezed him and the feeling of you cumming again triggered his own. suna moaned, painting your insides with his cum as he rode his orgasm, ignoring your whining. 

he panted, removing his hold on you and letting you hit and slump unto the bed. you whined at the action. suna pulled out of you as he admired the way your pussy was filled with his cum, dripping down to your thighs and down to the sheets. he licked his lips at the sight and leaned closer to you as if he was lured in. 

you gasped and cried when you felt his tongue wiggling around your sensitive pussy. you squeezed your eyes close tightly, body shivering at the overstimulation but suna barely paid any attention to you. he only wanted to satisfy his desires.

you gazed at the plain ceiling, dully. the soft breathing of the insane male beside you was making you grimace. he just finished fucking you or what he calls, “soulmate bonding time” but all he did was make you cry. 

the sun was up and it was probably noon now but suna normally sleeps in and today was no exception. the phone beside suna’s side on the table started buzzing, circling a little because of the vibration. you heard suna groaned, always the light sleeper. you quickly closed your eyes and hid your face in the covers and pillows. 

you felt the male shifting and after a while, he started talking in his annoyingly attractive deep voice. sleep taking a toll in his vocal cords making it all husky. you internally cursed the soulmate bond trying to make you see him in another light or some bullshit like that.

“hey, what’s up?” 

you continued to listen to the one-sided conversation as you pretend to be asleep. your heart skipped a beat when you heard suna’s words. 

“yeah, come over. i’ll introduce you to her” 

your body stiffened but tried to relax. maybe this was your chance to expose him. you have to try something, you can’t keep letting him do these things to you... 

a soft sleepy groan, the sound someone makes when they stretch, rung inside the quiet room. the covers shifted a bit and a disgustingly familiar body heat hit your skin as two large hands caressed your skin. 

“baby? i’m gonna introduce you to my friends, that’s okay right? it’s time i show off my pretty baby~” you heard him coo. you bit your lip, how can this man act like your relationship with him is normal... you then became painfully aware of the bruises and scars on your body making you self-conscious as you tried to make yourself smaller. 

“they’ll see all of these” he whispered sweetly with a dazed look on his eyes as he traced the marks that were in purple-y and reddish hues that it was too nauseating to look at but suna thought it was so beautiful on you.

suna spent all afternoon dolling you up, fixing your short dress that shows every mark he gave you. your eyes looked at your reflection. you teared up at the sight. you didn’t look like yourself anymore... 

tired eyes that sagged with dark bags under it. a deep purple bruise on your cheek. your bottom lip was cut from suna’s slap, neck decorated with hickeys and fingerprints, skin discolored.

the man behind you started whistling the godforsaken tune he always sang under his breath as he combed your hair. after fixing your hair, he let his hands down on your shoulders and looked at you through the mirror. 

“ain’t you a pretty little thing...” he muttered, admiring you. you let your gaze shift down to your lap as the male carried you to the living room. 

“now behave.” his word was final as always. do not question it nor do you go against it. or he’ll hurt you... again and again...

a loud voice cut through the quiet atmosphere in the apartment and impatient knocks was heard. “suna! open the damn door, already!” 

the dark-haired male sighed and went to the door. your heart started beating a little too fast. when his guests see you, or your state, you’ll get away from here... or maybe he’ll hurt them too... you shook your head. trying to stay positive so you can get out of this hellhole.

a tall man with golden dyed locks entered the room along with someone who looked similar to him though their hair was different. honey brown eyes lock with your tired ones, you were hopeful when you saw the confusion in his eyes. 

the man looked back to suna who stood next to him, you knew you were saved when the two identical men glared at him but then they started talking--

“geez! here i thought you’ll be gentler now that you met your soulmate!”

“suna? gentle? like hell. now where’s the food. you promised me food, suna” 

your eyes got teary as you suppressed a gasp. of course, his friends were as insane as he was. 

the golden haired male then smiled at you like there was nothing wrong. like he doesn’t see all the fucking bruises on your body, “hey, darlin’~ suna’s been beating you, huh? were you misbehaving~?” 

suna growled at the man and shoved him, “shut the fuck up, atsumu” the two started bickering like everything was normal as they ignored you...

you sniffled and turned to the light nudged from your side, you looked at the other male that entered the apartment. the man offered you some pudding as a spoon was hanging from his lips. “you look like you need it, miss” he said, his face unfazed. 

you took the pudding with shaking hands and lowered your head as the three men walked around the room, conversing with each other. 

maybe, suna’s right... life would be easier if you just accepted him. you were stuck with him now and always and his name on your skin will forever be the reminder of that. 

fate has a weird way of pairing people up and you can’t do anything about it. 

[star-six7]

I’ll Stand Up With You Forever

Andy Biersack x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 1461

Request: Can you write an Andy Biersack imagine on a honeymoon?

A/N:  This is my longest one yet! I really enjoyed writing this; if you guys have any more requests for any band listed in my bio, please send them in!

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. No part of this story is meant to be libel, slander, or in any way derogatory towards any character’s real life counterpart. I’m not delusional; I know that these characters are simply based off of a public persona and may not actually resemble the people behind those personas. Any additional characters that you do not recognize are entirely fictional, unless otherwise stated. And finally, if you got here by Googling yourself, whatever happens next is 100% on you.

You closed your eyes and sighed happily, settling back into your seat. The flight from Cincinnati to Maui was a long one, and you didn’t want to be jet-lagged all week. Today marked your first full day of being married to one Andrew Dennis Biersack, and it was also going to be the first day of your two-week long honeymoon in Hawaii. Needless to say, you were the happiest you had ever been. You replayed the highlights of your wedding (and the night after) as the plane taxied down the runway, smiling. It was an amazing feeling to know that you had the rest of your life to keep making those kinds of memories with Andy, and you couldn’t wait.

Andy couldn’t wait either, but even more so, he couldn’t wait for the plane to take off. Or land. Or both. He kept leaning over you to peer out the window. You wondered if his legs or his back felt cramped, given his height, but when you opened your eyes, he was grinning.

“What’s up?” You smiled back at him, raising an eyebrow.

“I can’t believe we’re finally married! I can’t believe we’re going on our honeymoon. Can you believe it? I can’t.”

You laughed quietly at his enthusiasm, glancing down at your own wedding band. “Are you sure you don’t want the window seat?” You asked him, gesturing at the setting sun.

“Why would I need the window seat when the best view is sitting right next to me?” He smirked.

You blushed, slightly giddy that he still managed to take your breath away after all these years. “Thank you,” you mumbled. “I’m gonna try and sleep now, okay? I wanna be awake for at least some of our honeymoon.”

“So… we’re not joining the Mile High Club?”

You groaned and covered your face with the in-flight magazine.

“Come on babe, don’t you want to get with an extremely handsome rockstar?” He winked exaggeratedly.

“Actually, yes, do you know any?” You lowered the magazine and grinned at him.

“I’m hurt,” he said, feigning disappointment. “But after years of knowing you, I am definitely not shocked.”

“Well,” you said, leaning your head back against the seat, eyes closed. “Go to sleep. We have the rest of our lives to try again.”

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After twelve hours and some change, the plane touched down. You had managed to get a decent amount of sleep, even with Andy’s fidgeting and restlessness. However, taking off during a sunset and landing half a day later during the same one due to the time zones was enough to throw off anybody’s internal clock, and therefore, make them a bit grumpy.

You frowned as Andy led you to the rental car, luggage in tow. “Can’t we just check in at the hotel and go to bed? My body is telling me it’s six am!”

“Nope!” he said, grinning far too brightly for someone who hadn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours. “Can’t get off schedule!”

You sighed as he kissed your cheek and started humming lightly as he drove. While you had taken care of most of the smaller details of your actual wedding and reception, Andy had been in charge of the honeymoon. You had both decided on a destination, and you had given your input on some of the activities you were looking forward to (at least, those that took place outside of the bedroom), but Andy did the bulk of the work as far as making reservations and planning an itinerary. And Andy loved planning itineraries. 

Every trip you had gone on as a couple, Andy had meticulously outlined every day of it, almost down to every hour. This could be both a blessing and a curse, because while it was nice to have a plan, Andy was pretty insistent on sticking to it. You had joked before that he should plan the mission timelines for NASA. He just laughed and said that years of being in a far-traveling, highly successful rock band following a strict tour schedule had drilled it into him, and besides you were stuck with him, weren’t you? Yes, you thought now, looking back down at the ring on your finger, you were stuck with him, and you couldn’t be happier.

The jolt of Andy putting the car into park snapped you out of your reminiscing, as you looked around, taking in the restaurant he had pulled up to.

“Come on, I know this will make you feel better! I looked up the menu a few weeks ago, and I think you’ll love it!”

You just smiled, shaking your head. Of course he did. “You know I love you, right?”

“Of course I do. And you know I love you too.” He put his arm through yours and led you inside.

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Andy was right, like always. Eating delicious food while looking out over a stunning view of the ocean did wonders to your mood, not to mention simply just talking and laughing with Andy and being with him. Soon, it was time to pick up the check and head back to the hotel.

You had parked in the basement lot of the building, but Andy grabbed your arm when you went to get the suitcases out of the back of the trunk.

“Wait,” he said, a playful look coming across his face. “We should do something first.”

“Huh? What about the schedule?” You edged out of his grasp. “I’m still in my plane clothes. And besides, don’t you wanna do something in our room?” You added a note of flirtation in your voice.

“No, it’s- I mean, yes! Yes, I wanna do bedroom activities, but-” And then he grabbed your hand and started sprinting towards the exit.

“Andy, what-” you tried, stumbling to keep up.

He just laughed and stopped to pick you up and swing you over his shoulder. “You’re too slow, come on!”

By this point, the sun had set over the island, but Andy navigated the dark path through the hotel grounds with ease. He skittered sideways through an open gate and down a sandy concrete walkway towards what you realized was the beach.

“Andrew! You better not be planning on throwing me in the water or I swear-”

“Good idea,” he laughed, “but no. You should take off your shoes.” He set you down on the sand.

You complied, as he did the same, and then you waded out into the surf with him. You watched Andy as he immediately began searching for shells to give you, knowing how much you loved to collect them. All of a sudden, the entirety of the past few days started to catch up with you all at once. While there wasn’t any scientific proof of fate, or soulmates, or anything like that, you couldn’t help but feel like every decision, every event, in both your life and Andy’s had led you to this exact moment. Standing knee deep in water, alone on the beach at night, with the moon shining down on the two of you as you tried not to get soaked by the incoming tide. Every disappointment and roadblock you had experienced snapped into place, and now you could appreciate them for where they had gotten you. You admired the way the moonlight glinted off Andy’s smile, the way his arms had felt around you moments ago, and the way his laugh sounded over the waves. You knew that there would certainly be more challenges in the course of your life, but you knew you could get through them with someone as kind, talented, smart, beautiful, and loving as Andy by your side.

Suddenly, you were pulled back into reality by the shock of ocean water down your front. Whirling to your right, you saw Andy standing next to you with the most see-through attempt of a look of innocence on his face. However, you couldn’t find it in you to pretend to be annoyed.

“Hey, so, if you missed it the first five times, I found you a-”

“Andy.” You cut him off. “Um. I know I only said it a million times yesterday, but… I really love you. And I’m so glad you’re in my life, forever now…”

Unwittingly, you felt yourself starting to tear up.

“Hey,” Andy said, moving closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and shoulders. “I know, I love you too, and you complete me. That’s kinda why we got married, remember?”

You chuckled, smiling up at him. “I’m glad that we’re having this moment and everything, but it’s getting cold…”

“You’re right,” he said, taking your hand in his. He glanced wistfully up at the hotel, a sly smile appearing on his face. “Maybe we should go take advantage of the honeymoon suite.”

A/N: Thank you for reading my work! If you enjoyed it, please comment and let me know what you liked about it or what your favorite part was! Also, feel free to send in requests! :)

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Voices- Part 2

Hi. So on Valentine’s Day I wrote a Klance soulmate au. I wanted to rewrite it from Lance’s point of view so I did. I want to say that this side is a lot darker than the cute one I wrote on valentine’s day. Lance is being bullied and at one point he almost commits self harm. if you have triggers to that please don’t read this. I might continue this too.

When Lance was young his Mami told him all about soulmates, how they are the one the universe chose for you as your perfect companion and when you meet them you feel this amazing connection and never want to be away from them ever again.

Lance went to school that Monday excited about one day finding a soulmate and daydreaming about the day it happens he does not notice James walking towards him until he is pushed into a locker. Lance knew that if his soulmate was here they would have stopped him.

At lunch that day Lance is telling his friend Hunk all about what his Mami told him,

“It is so amazing Hunk! One day we meet somebody who we are meant to be with forever and they are perfect.”

Hunk is excited too, “Yeah my older sister just got her soulmate connection, she says that she has drawings that she didn’t do appear on her and she can write back!”

Lance smiles, “That is so cool! I hope I have a cool connection like that!”

Lance gets up to go use the bathroom and while he is washing his hands James walks in and locks the door. Lance turns around, “Let me out.”

James laughs, “You are delusional to think you would get a soulmate.”

Lance shakes his head, “You are wrong. Everybody does.”

James walks towards him, “Not you Lance you don’t matter, nobody likes you, your soulmate won’t even like you.”

Lance is getting angry, “Shut up James! My soulmate will like me and they will stand up to you!”

James laughs, “Well until that day comes,” James grabs Lance and goes into one of the stalls, “Oh good,” James mocks, “They didn’t flush.”

For the next few years James torments Lance every day telling him his soulmate does not want him and they will hate him. Around year five Lance believes him.

Years later on Lance’s eighteenth birthday as he is walking a song pops is his head,

“My father took me into the city.”

He’s back!

“Ugh I wish.” Lance says.

Ummm hello?

Lance looks behind him to see who is talking to him and he notices nobody is there, Lance realises it is in his head, “Hello?” Lance says timidly.

Oh my god you can hear me!

Lance rolls his eyes, “Well duh you are in my head.”

Lance hears a deep laugh in his head that makes his stomach do a weird flippy thing, “No I am not in your head, well I mean I guess I am but I am real too!”

Lance is skeptical, “Why should I  believe that? Maybe I am just going crazy?”

“No I am real,” the voice pleads, “I am at the gym right now listening to Welcome to the Black Parade which is why you are singing it. I heard you sing happy birthday to yourself last night. Happy birthday by the way.”

Lance’s cheeks redden, “Thanks.”  He mumbles.

“I promise you I am real.” Lance feels the plea in those words.

Lance sighs, “Ok so what is it then?”

“I think this is our soulmate connection.”

Lance’s heart stops. Fear from everything he has been told builds up inside him. “You don’t want me.”

Lance hears the panic in the voice, “No I do I promise.”

Lance shakes his head, “No guy trust me if you met me you would not want me. I’m sorry you got such a shit soulmate,” just then Lance sees James walking towards him, “I have to go now goodbye.”

“No wai-” The voice gets cut out when Lance is pushed to the ground.

A week passes and nothing really changes for Lance, he is still being pushed around by James everyday and has tried to not listen to music so he doesn’t bother the guy in his head. But one night after school while he is trying to cover up some bruises so his Mami doesn’t freak he forgets and is singing a song in his native language.

“That was beautiful.” The voice says.

“Thanks.” Lance says timidly.

“So you speak Spanish?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

Lance does not know why he wanted to keep the conversation going but he knew that he liked the feeling of the deep voice in his head, “My family is from Cuba, we came here when I was young.”

Then the boys begin talking, about where they are from and Lance thinks maybe they can at least be friends.

“Dogs or cats?”

“What?” The voice asks.

Lance laughs, “Just asking you important questions I have to know who I am talking too.”

“Hmmm dogs I guess. You?”

Lance shrugs, “Eh I prefer cats but some dogs are ok.”

“I feel the same about cats.”

Lance likes talking about nothing in particular with the voice. He soothes him and makes him feel like maybe he is not alone.

About two days later when Lance is walking home from school he cuts through a parking lot and sees James and his goons sitting on their truck. He prays he isn’t seen.

“Hey asswipe!”

Lance walks faster. He hears them jump off the truck and run towards him. Lance runs but they are too fast. Somebody grabs him and puts him in choke hold and he is face to face with James.

“Where are you going?”

“I am just going home James leave me alone.”

“No no you see this is where me and my friends hang out,” The hold tightens, “and you coming ruins it.”

“I’ll find a different way home from now on let me go.”

James tsk, “Well that doesn’t change that you are here now does it.”

Lance feels a blow to his gut and he falls to the ground in a heap and after to many blows for Lance to count he is left there alone bleeding.

That night Lance is on the floor of his bathroom spiraling, he holds something in his hand that he knows is bad but he does not care. He wants the thoughts to stop.

There is a very faint, “What is happening.” but Lance does not process it. He moves the bad thing closer, the bad thoughts get louder.”

“NO.” and voice yells in his head. “That is not true. None of this is true. Don’t listen to it please.”

Lance stops. He woke him up. He is such a terrible person.

“No it’s ok don’t worry.”

A tear falls, “No it is,” Lance looks at the clock, “three in the morning and I woke you I am so sorry.” Lance begins spiraling again.

“Don’t worry about me tell me what is wrong.” The voice sounds stern.

Lance does not deserve this attention, “I just have these thoughts sometimes but don’t worry.”

“You are my soulmate of course I will worry.”

Lance looks at the bad thing is his hand, “I already told you. You don’t want me.”

“Well that is for me to decide isn’t it.”

Lance says nothing.

“Look,” the voice sighs, “my life has not always been easy and it seems like yours hasn’t been either. I always found comfort in knowing I had a soulmate and I want you to feel that comfort too. I don’t care if you just want to be platonic soulmates or you never want to meet. Just know that I will always be here for you.”

And at that Lance smiles, “Ok.”

Lance feels relief wash through him, “Are you ok now? Do you want to talk about it?”

Lance shakes his head, “No I am ok go back to sleep.”

They say their good nights and Lance gets up off the bathroom floor and throws away what he was holding. He did not add any more injuries tonight.”

Lance feels really good when he wakes up the next day. He gets into the shower and turns on his favorite playlist.

“Cause I ain’t no Hollaback Girl, ain’t no hollaback girl.”

Lance hears a sleepy groan, “Really?”

Lance squeals, “Sorry.”

Another groan, “No it is fine. Go on.”

Lance looks around, “Well I can’t now.”

“I hear you sing all the time.”

“Yeah but,” Lance blushes, “I am showering.”

“So?”

“So? SO?” Lance flails his arms, “Excuse you sir I am naked.”

“Umm I can’t see you?”

Lance rolls his eyes, “Well I can hear you and it is weird.”

“Well what do you want me to do? You were the one singing.”

“Ugh just listen to something else.”

“Ok ok!” Lance hears faint grumbling about being woken up then Fall Out Boy begins to play in his head.

“Better?” The voice asks.

Lance smiles, “Yes thank you.”

Lance continues to shower and thinks about the conversation they had last night. Nobody has ever been able to pull Lance out when he was that deep. Not his best friend and not even his sister.

Lance steps out of the shower and begins to dry himself off, “Did you mean it?” Lance asks.

“Yes.” The voice says right away.

Lance feels a warmness in his chest that he has never felt before, “Ok ummm cool.”

A low chuckles vibrates in his head that Lance feels in his spine, “Yeah.”

Lance looks at himself in the mirror, it is a little foggy from the shower he just had but he can see his reflection staring back at him saying,  do it you coward. Lance lets out a deep breath, “My name is Lance by the way.

“Mine is Keith.”

Lance smiles, “Huh. I like that name.”

The voice- Keith response in a deep drawl. “I like yours too.”

Lance is standing in the bathroom smiling like an idiot and looks at the time to see he is running late, “I have to go but I will talk to you later Keith?”

“Yeah bye Lance.”

And LAnce leaves for school, feeling the happiest he has felt in a long time.

Over the next few months Lance tries to open up more to Keith. He tells Keith about his problems with self esteem but not about James. Keith tells him about his parents and Lance feels sad for him but Keith tells him not to worry.

Lance is laying in bed one night in January thinking about his day at school, it wasn’t too bad, but talking to Keith during lunch made it a good day. LAnce decides that he wants to know what Keith looks like, “Hey Keith you awake?” He tries to whisper.

“Yeah.” Keith’s voice rumbles.

“Would you ummm,” Lance tries to center himself, “would you like to video chat?”

Automatically, “Holy shit yes!”

Lance laughs, “Ok cool me too.”

Lance gets out of bed to grab his computer and turn on his bedside lamp. He adds Keith on skype and while he is waiting for the call he is fidgeting with his hair and clothes trying to look semi presentable. It starts ringing and Lance’s heart is beating out of his chest. He hits accept.

Before Lance can even process the hotness that is Keith he hears, “He’s beautiful.”

Lance gets flustered and lets out an awkward laugh, “Well thank you, you aren’t so bad looking yourself.”

Lance sees Keith’s amazing face go red, from something he said!

“Oh god you heard that?”

Lance tries to act nonchalant, but he has never been called beautiful before, “ ‘fraid so.”

“Ughh,” Keith groans, “this is going great for me.”

Lance feels that warmness in his chest again, “I agree.”

“So not to like kick a gift horse in the mouth or whatever but why did you decide to video chat?” Keith asks.

Lance ponders that for a second, wondering if he should tell the truth, he decides too, “Honestly?” Lance sees Keith give a nod, “I wanted to see if you were as hot as your voice sounded.” Lance tries to hide his blush in the low light of his room.

He sees Keith raise an eyebrow, “And? Final verdict?”

Lance joking raises his fingers to his chin rubbing an imaginary beard, trying to act cool, “So far all the signs point to yes.”

Keith laughs and for the first time Lance gets to see him laugh, “I appreciate that.”

And just like that a new tradition starts. They talk all day in their heads and at night they video chat. Lance does not know which he loves to do more but he knows he never wants to stop.

With Valentine’s Day fast approaching Lance knows he wants to do something. He wants to surprise Keith with a present that says, “Hey I know I am a self-conscious little shit but you are so nice and hot and I think I may want to spend the rest of my life with you in a way I am not quite sure yet.”

And for the record no he does not think that is a lot to ask of a gift HUNK.

If fact he finds the perfect gift but he just needs to figure out how to get it to him.

“Hey Pidge.”

Pidge does not look up from the computer they were messing with, “Yes Lance.”

“Hypothetically is there anyway for you to find out where someone lives by their first name and their, oh I don’t know, skype username?”

Pidge looks up, “Hypothetically?”

Lance looks sheepish.

Pidge shrugs, “Yeah probably.”

Lance smiles, “Really?”

Pidge nods.

Lance runs to sit next to them, “Ok so that wasn’t hypothetical.”

Pidge fake gasps, “No.”

Lance nods excitedly, “Yeah I want to send a gift to someone but I don’t know where they live.”

Pidge sighs, “Okay Lance give me the info.”

Lance has never been more excited.

On Valentine’s Day Lance is at school feeling really excited. He sent out the present about a week ago and knows that it should be arriving today. Him and Keith skyped last night and Lance got to wake up to seeing Keith sleeping soundly on skype. He hangs up quietly and makes sure not to listen to any music so not to wake him. Lance is at his locker grabbing stuff for his morning classes. The hallway is mostly empty and Lance is lost in his own thoughts when his locker door is slammed shut.

“What are you looking so happy about?” James sneers.

“None of your business James.” Lance snaps.

James eyes get meaner, “The fuck did you say to me?”

Lance is pulled into the bathroom and is pushed on the floor, “Do we need to go over this again Lance. You are nothing. No one likes you and you will die alone.”

Lance stands up furious, “That is not true.”

“And why is that?”

“I-” and Lance almost tells him. He almost tells James about Keith, about his soulmate, but he doesn’t because he knows he will never tell Keith about James.

But, James figures it out, “Oh what Lance you got a soulmate connection?” James pushes him again, “You think just because you have a connection to somebody that they actually want you? You are nothing Lance and they will soon see that.”

Lance feels a blow to his ribs, “They don’t want you.”

Another blow, “They don’t care about you.”

More blows, “You are nothing.”

Spit falls onto Lances face and he is left there lying on the dirty bathroom floor all alone.

Tears begin to fall when you hears, “I hope you have a good day Lance.” from his favorite voice in his head. It reminds him that James is wrong. Keith does care about him and he can prove it. Lance gets up off the bathroom floor and runs out of school.

After about a six or seven hour bus ride Lance arrives at a small town in Texas. He stops by a local pizza place and heads over to the apartment complex. When he arrives at the door he sees the package he sent is sitting on the stoop and he leans down to pick it up. His heart is beating really fast and he knocks on the door and,

No answer.

Lance checks the time on his phone and decides Keith is probably at work but will be home soon. Keith wouldn’t mind if he let himself in.

Using skills he would rather not discuss Lance gets himself into the apartment and sits on the couch.

“How could I forget Valentine’s Day?” Lance hears Keith question.

Lance thinks back to his day and looks around the tiny apartment, “I didn’t.” Lance says out loud.

Lance starts playing a game on Keith xbox and waits.

After about ten minutes he hears the front door squeak open.

“Ummmm,” Keith questions, “Can I help you?”

Lance pauses the game and takes a deep breath, his heart is beating out of his chest, he stands up and gets to see Keith face light up.

“Lance!” Keith runs over and engulfs him in a hug, Lance loves it but the bruises on his ribs don’t.”

“What? How? What are you doing here?” Keith stutters.

Lance is wincing from the pain, “Can’t breathe.”

“Oh sorry.” Keith puts him down but does not completely let go, “What are you doing here? How did you get here and better yet how did you get into my house?”

Lance blushes, “Oh ummm, I wanted to surprise you and I have this friend who is really good at finding out information and ummm I broke in.”

Keith laughs, Lance loves hearing that laugh in person, “It doesn’t matter I am so happy you are here.”

Lance wraps his arms around Keith and buries his head in his very broad chest, “Yeah me too.”