#it's only been a week thou :( i'll calm down

[cubot]

All I gotta do tomorrow is START not finish JUST START my taxes and then take out garbage and the rest is free time, but of course I am dreading it, so I'm still up at 5:00 AM because that means tomorrow isn't here yet and I can sleep in til 2:00 PM and.....

explode, I guess. Not like I'm doing anything with my free time now.

[amethystina]

I am intrigued by all the wips honestly. Anything you give us will be amazing, I have no doubt.

I will ask about Thou Shalt Not Covet tho because it is completed.

And I LOVE the How To Build a Family for Dummies title lmao. If you feel that it fits the story, you don't have to change it imo 😆

Also, I have to ask about your health. I hope you're doing well these days and that you're getting better. If not, don't push yourself too hard. Take care of yourself either way 💜

No pressure x'D

Jokes aside: thank you 💜 I'm very flattered that a lot of you have such faith in me and my writing.

Thou Shalt Not Covet was something I wrote in a feverish haze about a week ago because I was high-key panicking over not having been able to draw or write in what felt like forever and my brain just latched on to that story. Which wasn't at all what I had planned but, apparently, what I needed at the time, so I try not to hold it against myself.

It's basically a fic about Ga On being a raging ball of jealousy for 10k straight.

... or gay, I guess?

So the title is a bit misleading since there is actually A LOT of coveting going on. Coveting of Yo Han, to be more specific.

Ga On you little sinner you.

And it's 10k before editing, I should say. Because since I wrote it with a fever, I'll probably have to add a bit as I edit. Understandably, I tend to miss a lot of details when I'm too feverish. The fic is set just before Kim Choong Sik's first trial, so around episode 10. Which means I'm going to have to add a couple of warnings because Yo Han does not play fair. Whenever I write Yo Han as he was during the drama I'm reminded of how far he's come in Who Holds the Devil because dear LORD is he a manipulative asshole in this one x'D

So yeah. Jealous!Ga On and a Yo Han who doesn't pull his punches. A recipe for disaster, in other words. But they work it out eventually.

Here's a snippet from the beginning of the story (though unedited so there might be changes before it's posted)

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Ga On had never understood how utterly devastating jealousy could be until he felt it — truly felt it — for the first time.

If asked, he would have said he wasn't a jealous person. He may have felt a burst of it once or twice as he and Soo Hyun had grown up — whenever another boy had shown an interest in her — but it had faded just as quickly as it had flared up. Perhaps because, deep down, Ga On had known that Soo Hyun only had eyes for him.

There was no need for him to feel jealous since the odds of him losing Soo Hyun to another were slim.

And, in hindsight, that must have lulled Ga On into a false sense of security, giving him the impression that he wasn't the jealous type. That he was calm and rational enough not to get upset, and knew how to handle the surge of emotions that might occur. Not realizing that what he'd felt at the time wasn't jealousy — or at least not the true depth of what he was actually capable of feeling.

Ga On had underestimated his own possessiveness.

And it wasn't until he met Kang Yo Han that Ga On knew true jealousy.

His first clue that he'd misjudged himself should have been his inexplicable desire to remain within Yo Han's orbit despite having numerous reasons to stay away. All Ga On wanted was to keep pushing closer, to keep proving himself, to keep asking for that intoxicating attention that crackled like electricity down his spine. He may not want to name what he was experiencing — instinctively shying away from a revelation he knew would change his life beyond what he was ready to deal with, finding comfort in denial — but he still craved the rush it gave him. He couldn't help wanting more.

His second clue should have been his own reaction as he'd watched Jung Sun Ah fuss with Yo Han's tie during their photo shoot.

The anger Ga On had felt in that moment — curling black and vicious inside his chest — had been an overreaction of the kind that should have given him pause. But, somehow, it hadn't. Somehow, Ga On hadn't even registered it as something out of the ordinary. Some part of him had even felt justified in his anger.

As if he had a right to feel that possessive over his chief.

But the rational part of Ga On knew that he didn't. He may be sleeping in Yo Han's house and helping him with his mission to upend the world as they knew it, but they were still nothing more than coworkers.

Yo Han had never promised him anything.

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Expect jealousy, anger, and a bit of angst. Because Ga On has abandonment issues and it actually hits pretty hard when he starts suspecting that he's not so special to Yo Han after all...

As for How to Build a Family For Dummies, the title doesn't fit the vibe AT ALL which is why I'm calling it a working title for now. It just sounds way too cute and cheerful for the actual theme and content of the story x'D But more about that in another reply since I got a specific ask about it!

Aaaaand when it comes to my health, things are really bad, unfortunately. The kind of bad I haven't had since January, with daily exhaustion fevers and lack of focus. And it's probably not going to get better anytime soon since the main cause is related to something outside of my control that will most likely take months to fix. So it's really just a matter of me trying to hold on as long as I can and, if I'm lucky, I won't break completely before I reach the other side. I guess we'll see?

Anyhow! Thank you so much for the concern and the lovely ask. You take care of yourself too 💜

WIP Tag Game

[beantothemax]

Not proof read and it's my longest inbox fic ever

Where in Draefendi's name had Linde run off to? Only a moment ago, she was by H'aanit's side. Somewhere in the forest, she had dissappeared.

The hunter searched and searched, whistling as she walked.

"Mrooow!" a beloved feline howled.

H'aanit looked left and right, quickly spotting her companion resting by a tree.

When H'aanit approached, she noticed a young girl beside her leopard.

"Thou wanted to protecten the childe?" she questioned, to witch Linde meowed quietly.

She knelt beside the girl, "Art thou alright? What ist thine name?"

Tears stained the girl's cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy. She scarcely looked at H'aanit.

"Canst thou speaken?" she asked.

"Y-yes. I'm Elena."

"Comen, I will bringen thee home."

Elena hesitantly took H'aanit's hand but stumbled as she stood. She hissed in pain as she fell to the ground once more.

"Art thou injured?" H'aanit asked.

She showed the hunter her ankle. Her leg was littered with scratches and her ankle was swollen. It was a mystery why she tried to stand at all.

"I'll handle it," H'aanit murmured.

She knew little of medicine, but Alfyn had taught her enough to get by. "First aid", as he called it.

She tightly wrapped a bandage around Elena's ankle. Already the girl seemed calmer.

"Sit on mine back," H'aanit said.

"Okay," Elena muttered.

She climbed on H'aanit's back and held on tight. The girl was like a feather. She couldn't have been any older than six.

Still, for a girl of that age, she was surprisingly calm.

"Where ist thine home?" H'aanit asked.

"I don't know," Elena said.

Dreadful. The first time H'aanit had ever entered this forest, she met a little girl who was just as lost as she.

"Draefendi, helpen me bringen this child home," H'aanit spoke in the tongue of her people.

She knew the gods understood them no matter what, but it felt odd praying in any language but her first. Even when Ophilia guided her in prayer, it felt wrong.

"What language is that?" Elena asked.

"A dialect of J'aagt from mine home," H'aanit answered.

""J'aagt"? I've never heard of it."

"Of course. I am not from here."

"Where are you from?"

"That, I knowen not. I appeared here one day some moons ago and know not the way home."

"You're more lost than me."

Elena was right. H'aanit's heart ached and yearned for her home, the hearth where she might doze off beside her friends, a warm meal cooked by Z'aanta, a hug from someone dear to her. Not once in all those weeks in this new unfamiliar place had she seen anyone she knew but Linde.

Tears wetted her cheeks, but she ignored them and continued down the path. The sun was setting. Someone was at home waiting for Elena.

"What is your cat called?" she suddenly asked.

"Hmm? Oh, she ist a leopard and her name ist Linde," H'aanit replied.

"Linde? Like a spear!"

"Yes, but I speaken not that language. Mine father named her."

"What is your papa like?"

Silence settled over them as H'aanit considered her next words. She always described him as brash and obnoxious, but he was nice. When she lost her family, he was more than happy to take her in. He said he had always wanted kids but was unsure of the "getting a wife" bit and had nearly given up, only for a helpless young kid to need a home.

Z'aanta had done an excellent job of raising her. He taught her to cry when she needed to, how to speak her mind, to hunt and everything else one could imagine. She often forgot he was not her real father as it felt like he was. They were cut of the same cloth, even if he did love drinking more than her.

"He ist... kind. He taught me to showen everyone kindness, even mine worst enemies. And he taught me the art of the hunt," she quickly added.

"You hunt?" Elena asked.

"Oh yes, mine people said it was as though Draefendi blessens all mine arrows," she boasted, "This fur on mine back was once a wolf."

Unfortunately, she wasn't as immune to Z'aanta's endless bragging as she believed. But Elena made an odd sound of... discomfort. Right. Most people outside S'warkii and Duskbarrow were not as comfortable with the idea of skins and furs as H'aanit.

"The wolf wasen a pesky creature. It tried to killen mine friends. I protected them and they still live," H'aanit said.

She truly did not want to make the already scared girl feel worse.

"You're so strong," Elena said in awe.

"Thou haven't even heard a quarter of it!"

"Tell me another story!"

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By nightfall, the edge of the forest was in sight. H'aanit had a soft smile on her face as she heard the girl snoring on her back. The trees faded to a large wheat field which was littered with lights and people.

"Elena!" they cried.

H'aanit could only imagine how their throats hurt if they had looked for her all day.

One saw her emerge from the forest and ran to see her.

"H'aanit!" Alfyn beamed.

"Alfyn? I-I have not seen thou or any of the others in moons," H'aanit cried as her voice broke into a sob.

Carefully, she placed Elena on the ground and Linde sat beside her. She ran to hug Alfyn. He grunted as people so often did when she hugged them. She hugged far too tight, but only by accident and out of love.

"I-I have wandered alone with Linde for so long, I missed thou," she sobbed like a child.

"I haven't seen the others either, you're the first I've seen," he said, "I found this town and have stayed here in hopes one of you would find me. In fact, I've been helping the towns people look for a young girl, but I see you found her first."

"I did. She ist a lovely little girl," H'aanit chuckled through her tears.

"Her parents are amazing as well, you would like them," Alfyn smiled as he picked up Elena.

The friends laughed and caught up as they carried the sleeping girl home. They called out to the people in the fields, saying the lost girl had been found and a chorus of cheers followed them to Conning Creek.

Seeing as Alfyn's arms were full, H'aanit knocked on the door. Mere seconds passed before an exhausted man answered.

"Elena!" he gasped as he took his, daughter.

He held her as tight as he could and sobbed.

"Alfyn, I cannot thank you enough, I was scared I'd never see her again," the man sobbed.

"Of course, Osvald, but really you should thank H'aanit! She found Elena," Alfyn smiled.

The man looked at him weird but invited them both inside. He set Elena down on the couch, wrapping her in a warm blanket before putting water to boil.

"Does Rita know?" he asked.

"She'll be here any second now, I reckon. I asked Ethan to tell her," Alfyn answered.

It was amazing how well Alfyn knew these people. But then again, he was far more extroverted than H'aanit. He did not struggle with speech or emotions and was incredibly charismatic, it was no wonder a town had been more than happy to give him food and a bed.

Osvald poured them each a cup of tea before returning to the couch to sit with his daughter. She still slept.

"Might I ask how you found Elena?" he asked.

"I was wandering in that forest alone. Mine leopard, Linde, ran away from me. When I founden her, she lay beside Elena. She has a talent for finding people in need of help," H'aanit smiled.

"Fascinating," Osvald said, "do you know how you got here?"

H'aanit pondered the question. She had gone to bed one day, only to wake up in an, unfamiliar land. Draefendi stood by her side, but dissappeared moments after she awoke. Recounting the tale, Alfyn was hardly surprised. He had a similar story, with the key difference being that he did not accidentally scare townspeople with an odd pet or his appearance.

Just as they had started talking theories, the door slammed open and a terrified woman ran inside. She sat beside Osvald and hugged Elena at least as tight as he had. She introduced herself as Rita and Alfyn caught her up to speed on everything they discussed in her absence.

Osvald and Rita agreed that H'aanit could stay for as long as she needed. Not only was she a friend of Alfyn (seriously, how much did this town love him?!) but she has found their beloved daughter and deserved rest. They set up a second cot in Osvald's study.

As H'aanit crawled under the blanket, she looked over at Alfyn.

"Dost thou think we will finden our comrades?"

"If we found each other, I don't see why we wouldn't find the others as well," he smiled.

"I understand thy logic."

"I missed you. It's nice to have you back."

Gods, she loved her friends. Just seeing Alfyn again, she wanted to cry and cry and tie their hands together so that they might never be seperated again.

"I missed thou as well."

"Goodnight, H'aanit."

"Goodnight."

h’aanit being like z’aanta with how she brags about her hunts…… and elena being so excited to hear her stories…. h’aanit crushing alfyn’s bones with her hug because she’s so happy to see one of her friends again…,,,,,,, elena falling asleep mid-piggyback…. h’aanit being suprised with just how quickly he got along with everyone in conning creek….. pie im going to melt this is soso lovely what the heck,,,,,!!!!!!

[buckybarnesdiaries]

touch

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

you gave Bucky something to deal with his nightmares that he wasn't expecting.

word count: 1124.

warnings: none.

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Last week you acted a little weird with Bucky and he hadn't stopped thinking about it. Recently, and for some reason he unknown, his nightmares had been more constant. Every night, his brain made him remember the horrified eyes looking at his pale blue ones while losing the last ounce of life beneath his hands. He blamed himself for staying out of it. Reading the few messages you had shared, he rubbed his face with a hand, sprawling all over the sofa.

The Avengers Compound was suspiciously quiet, suspiciously empty when he wanted to realize. Bucky traveled his gaze around the large living room, landing it throughout the windows to the outside. The night came sooner than he expected, bowing down his head to the metal arm resting on his lap. Before he met you he never thought about how it'd be to not have it, but he did now. He did, scared of hurting you in the middle of his nightmares. No one could love you more than him, and he knew he was losing you because of that piece of iron. His fingertips trailed the cold material, lost in his thoughts until he listened to hurried steps disrupting the silence.

Bucky was sitting on the sofa with no expression on his face, in the dark. The place was barely illuminated by the post lights in the surroundings of the building, but you could spot your boyfriend easily. Your heart broke a little when you saw him there alone, doing nothing. The nightmares were screwing him to the point he didn't even want to talk. Not about it, not about anything. You noticed, the times you woke up while he was through one of them, that your touch used to calm him. It was enough to wrap your arms around him and toss a leg over his waist to stop stirring. That gave you an idea that made you be occupied all along the week.

“Hey”. Your sweet tone of voice caused his jaw to relax, holding his raised hand to join him.

“How's your day been?”

“Hm… productive”. You affirmed kissing his cheek. “Got something for you”.

The surprise was visible on Bucky, who simply nodded and stared at you not adding anything else. From the bag you were carrying, you grabbed a large glove tailored to the size of his metal arm with two electrodes at the height of the shoulder. Bucky was intrigued unopposed to you helping him to wear the thin fabric of his same skin color. You kneeled on the sofa to make it easier for you to cover the iron material. Adjusting the glove above the huge scar, you placed an electrode on his shoulder and the other close to his armpit.

“Raise your hand”. You asked him sitting on your heels and keeping a smile from ear-to-ear on your mouth.

He did it, curiously having a look of it, before landing his eyes back to yours.

“You'll feel a cramp, but it's normal. Don't freak out”.

In complete silence, Bucky nodded again. He didn't know what you were doing, but he trusted you with his life. You were the only one in this world who could touch his metal arm. Taking your phone from a pocket, you unlocked the device to log on to an app on the home screen with a red star as a logo. Your boyfriend bit his lips sitting up and maintaining his hand raised. You only needed to press a button on the middle of the screen to hear a grunt from him.

His fingers closed in a strong fist, rolling down his eyelids wincing, and breathing through his parted lips. But his grimace disappeared when you put your palm against his palm, lacing your fingers. His eyes snapped open in surprise and confusion. Bucky blinked fascinated and you swore you could hear his heart racing. He hardly swallowed using his other hand to gently grab your wrist and trace the lines traversing your palm with the artificial fingertips.

He was touching you. He was feeling you. Your boyfriend tried to babble all the questions he had at that moment, wanting to understand how it was possible.

“I wanted to… help you with the nightmares”. You made him aware why you barely spent time together the last few days. “I gave Bruce the idea and… he made it with me”.

Bucky knew too that he used to sleep better if you were on the other side of his bed, that you could shutter the demons inside his head. He didn't expect something like that, though. You were one of the smartest persons he had ever met, that was for sure, but he never thought something like that would be possible. It was funny because he had more than one hundred years.

“How it feels?”

“Weird”.

As he was giggling, the tears crystallized and reddened his blue eyes, using the hand around your wrist to clean the ones falling down his cheeks. Bucky toured your bare arm in slow motion, captivated by the warmth emanating from your skin that, until tonight, he only was able to feel it with his human hand. He soon reached a side of your neck, continuing to the back of it to push you onto his lap. Bucky cupped your jaw onto his palms, starting to spread short kisses all along your lips still almost in tears as you were chuckling because of the happiness installed in his heart now.

“I thou… I thought you were gonna… break up with me”. Your boyfriend confessed, forehead against forehead. “I have too much to deal with and…”

“And I'll always help you as much as you let me, James”.

Your words were sincere, talking from the deepest part of your soul. You caressed his bicep covered by the thin fabric provoking a slight shiver running down his backbone. Bucky sighed tenderly embracing you to his chest, hiding his face into the gap between your neck and your shoulder. He was sobbing. He was feeling stupid after thinking all that time that you wanted to leave him while, in fact, you were trying to not let Bucky put himself apart because of that fear of hurting you in his sleep.

“I love you”. He whimpered onto your skin, as he held you tighter.

Bucky was the luckiest man on earth. He did quite the opposite to deserve someone like you, even if it was against his will, but he was trying hard to show everyone around him that he wasn't the fearsome Winter Soldier anymore. You were the very first person to see the good in him, warming his frozen heart and making it beat again. You were everything Bucky needed.

feedback is appreciated, please, leave a comment to let me know if you liked it and/or reblog it.

[violetlou2020]

DAY 02 of @flufftober2021

Sneaking Out Together

Title: In this Moment [Chapter 1]

Author: Vividly_Violet

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers | 東京卍リベンジャーズ

Rating: General

Relationship: Mikey | Sano Manjirou/Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Mitsuya Takashi & Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Hanagaki Takemichi & Toman Gang

Word Count: 1864

Chapter 1

School just ended and Takemichi wanted nothing more than to go home, eat dinner and then pass out on his bed. It's been a tiring week what with the constant chaos his life has turned out since joining Toman and subsequently dating its leader.

Even before he joined the gang he was already a trouble magnet as the rest likes to call him. Attracting unwanted attention especially from other delinquents that has him ending up bruised and hurting, it's made 10x worst with Mikey added in the equation since anyone who has a grudge against Tomans president or wanted to increase their street cred keeps targeting him since word got out of their relationship thanks to said leader blabbering their status to everyone they meet as a form of showing his possessiveness.

He also has a very punchable face as Baji would laughingly put it and Chifuyu couldn't even refute nor defend him from that statement. At least tomorrow was the weekend. The mizo middle all have different plans for tomorrow, Toman doesn't have any scheduled meeting or any upcoming fight, Mikey and his sister along with their Grandfather are suppose to go on a trip today according to Hina who heard it from Emma herself. So no clingy boyfriend trying to monopolize his time. Finally. A weekend all to himself.

Or so he thought.

"What are you all doing here?" he asked flatly at the crowd gathered in front of his house.

"Takemitchy~ why a sleep over of course!" Mikey exclaimed excitedly.

"Sleepover? I didn't hear any of this. Weren't you and your family supposed to be on some trip." the teen exclaimed.

"Bailed on them, why do I have to hang out with them when I can spent my time with you." Takemichi blushed at that but shook his head. No he will not fall for Mikey's cliche yet none the less sweet words.

"But why at my house, no one informed me of any sleep over."

"Huh, didn't Mikey texted you." Draken asked.

"I didn't received any." Draken turned Mikey.

"Oi didn't I tell you to inform Takemitchy." the taller teen smacked their leaders head.

"Ehh I forgot. Uhhg you keep hitting me, that's why I keep forgetting things." Mikey whined.

"You've been hit by a freaking metal pipe before, the hell does my smack have anything to do with you not texting Takemitchy." Draken hissed at the shorter boy.

"It does so!"

"Why you��"

"I guess we couldn't impose on you like this." Mitsuya said side eying their commander and vice commander who were now pulling at each others hair.

"Who cares we're here, might as well get on with it." Baji said pushing himself from the crowd towards the front door before Chifuyu stopped him.

"Baji-san we came here unannounced. That's rude."

"Sorry for the trouble." Mitsuya apologized. Bless the only reasonable man in Toman, Takemichi thought.

"Ahh no no, don't apologize Mitsuya-kun, it's okay. We can uhh have the sleep over." Takemichi quickly said.

"You don't have to—"

"No, no its really okay. You guys are already here. It'll be rude to turn you away plus— wait where are they?"

"Huh? Oh those guys." the pale lavender haired teen sighed and face palmed as he watch his friends make their way into the house without letting its resident welcome them in.

"How'd you open the door!" the awfully blonde haired teen exclaimed.

"I have a copy pf your key!" said Mikey spinning the key on his finger.

"How!?"

After Takemichi successfully convinced Draken to take the key and compromising that he'll be the one holding it, much to Mikey's pouting or threat all of them gathered in the spacious living room.

"So what are we gonna do?"

There was a chorus of "Movies"

"Video Games"

"Board Games"

"Food"

There was a short pause. Everyone looking at each other and before you knew it the gang erupted into a shouting match on what to do first with Mikey loudly whining about being hungry as he threw wrappers on the others head and Baji almost breaking a vase. It continued for a while until Takemichi had enough of it.

"SHUT UP!"

Everyone quieted down, not used to seeing the crybaby loose their temper except for when Mikey and Draken broke some of his stuff but even then the pair couldn't take it seriously because of the dog shit situation.

"But I'm hungry." Mikey whined. Takemichi dragged his hand across his face. He went to the kitchen and came back with a pack of cookies.

"Here. Share." he glared as he handed it out to his boyfriend who reluctantly had the others get one before hoarding the rest to himself and nibbling on the treat.

"I guess that's the extent you're willing to share."

"Why don't we play some video games while others the boardgames before dinner then we can watch a movie after. How does that sound?" Mitsuya, being the only rational person in the group suggested.

"Tch fine." grumbled Baji.

"That sounds okay." Chifuyu said as he swatted his captains hands from taking his cookie. Draken shrugged in acceptance while Mikey gave a thumbs up as he stuffed his face with more cookies.

Takemichi gave Mitsuya a grateful look before showing Chifuyu where the video games and board games were stored.

"Ahh shit. I forgot, I don't have much in the fridge right now. I was planning on doing the groceries tomorrow but I guess I'll have to do it today."

"I'll come along with you. Might as well help out." The second division captain offered.

"Ahh thank you so much Mitsuya-kun! I'll meet you outside then, just let me change out of my uniform."

After Takemichi changed he rushed downstairs and shouted at Draken to keep the damage to his house to a minimum before grabbing Mitsuya's offered helmet and mounting the bike. The pair then drove off to the nearest grocery store.

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After thirty minutes or so the pair returned to a still standing Hanagaki residence much to their relief even thou there were scattered scrabble pieces lying everywhere, Chifuyu sitting on Baji's back as he and Draken Play Mario Cart, the first division captain struggling to remove his vice off him and chess pieces in the fridge when Takemichi went to put away some of the stuff they bought.

"Why are there chess pieces in my fridge?"

"Mikey was being a brat, he put them there after he lost. Against Baji of all people. Now he's sulking at some corner." Draken explained without taking his eyes of the screen.

"I was not, Baji was cheating!" came Mikeys protest from the corner of the room. He was not sulking there. He just thought that the plant was better company than his friends. Takemichi just laughed nervously at them at least nothing was broken before going back to the kitchen to prepare their dinner. Mitsuya was already there preparing the rice. After he placed it on the rice cooker the two worked together to making karage.

"This is the last batch." Mitsuya said as he placed the floured chickens on the pan.

"Ahh thanks, can you ask the others to prepare the table. I'm also finishing up the side dishes."

"Sure."

It was Chifuyu and Draken who came up to set the table working carefully to not disrupt the two who were finishing up their cooking. Takemichi placed the bowl of Kinpira gobo — a salad made of braised burdock root and carrot — in the middle besides the platter of karage before washing up and removing his apron.

"Dinners ready!" he called out and Mikey and Baji came running to the kitchen.

"Calm down you dogs." Draken scowled, taking his seat besides Mitsuya.

"Ahhh this smells so good."

"Huh, You and Mitsuya sure are housewife material." Baji cackled as he shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth. Takemichi's eye twitched at the comment while Mitsuya remained unfazed.

"Hey if they're gonna be housewives I call dibs on Takemitchy." Mikey declared. Takemichi choked on his rice at the declaration while the others just collectively rolled their eyes.

"You— you can't just say stuff like that!"

After they ate, the group dragged some spare futons from the closet down the hallway and set it in the middle of the livingroom, pushing the couch back to fit it in. They then proceeded to raid Takemichi's room, his parents and even the guests room of its pillows. And dumping it all in the middle to create a small mountain of fluffy pillows which Mikey promptly jumped in to.

The rest of the night was spent on watching movies from horror films to comedy to some action films with a little disturbance along the way with popcorns being thrown and pillows hitting some faces that erupted into a pillow fight. But for the most part, the gang had fun till they all passed out in the living room at around 1 in the morning, Mitsuya being the last to fall asleep had the been the one to turn off the television.

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Takemichi batted at the finger prodding at his cheek. After some time where the prodding hasn't ceased he groggily opened his eyes and was met with deep bottomless dark ones staring at him. He almost shrieked in surprise if it weren't for Mikey covering his mouth.

"Shhh" Mikey shushed and mouthed 'come' before he stood and made his way to the front door. Takemichi carefully extracted himself from Chifuyu's hold, the other teen had rolled to his side and clung to his arms. He placed a pillow in place of himself and chuckled when he heard his partner mumble 'baji' under his breath.

"Why are we sneaking out like this?" he whispered as he put on his shoes.

"No reason~" Mikey smiled as he pulled his boyfriend out the door who was struggling to put on the other pair of his shoes.

"Mi— Mikey-kun!"

"Shhh you might wake up the others. Now get your bike." Takemichi rolled his eyes but nonetheless locked the front door and pulled out his bicycle which Draken had thankfully fixed after breaking it again for who knew how many times already.

They rode is silence enjoying the cold breeze that wafted their face. The street was dead with the occasional business men staggering home, drunk or exhausted or both who knew. After a while Mikey pulled on his shirt and pointed to a konbini.

"Doroyaki, I want some Doroyaki."

"You woke me up for this?" Takemichi said exasperated but still followed his boyfriend inside.

Four packets of Doroyaki later the pair rode off again with no destination in mind just enjoying each other's company. A few minutes later just when he thought worriedly that Mikey has fallen asleep because of the quiet, he felt strong arms wrap around his waist. He almost swerved his bicycle but quickly righted himself.

"Mikey-kun?"

"Hmm can we be like this forever." Mikey sleepily mumbled against his back.

"I don't know about forever but we can stay like this for as long as you want or when my legs gives up peddling."

[blackicephantom]

I have absolutely no idea what the heck I did here. This took on a live of its own.

. -. -. -. -. -.

Just a Guardian Yaksha - Xiao x Aether

- kind of sequel to just a nightmare -

It’s been a few days since his horrible nightmare and Aether feels exhausted. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees this strange creature that looks like his sister. He feels every stab and cut, as if they’re freshly afflicted. Every night when he lies down he feels cold. He tosses and turns and when he finally falls asleep he wakes up mere hours later, haunted by the memories of this damned dream.

To tell the truth, he’s so damn tired. 

Every commission he takes on takes longer than the last. Every task feels like it takes too much of the energy he doesn’t even have. And the blonde knows that he’s close to his breaking point. His friends are worried too, even if not all tell him. He sees it in their eyes, the way they look him up and down, trying to see what’s wrong with him. But other than Xiao and himself, no one gets even close to the problem. 

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Another night, another failed attempt at sleep.

Paimon was sleeping peacefully beside him and, if Aether was anyone else, he would be jealous. How he longed for that sweet sweet darkness, without any unwanted visitors. With a sigh he sat up and looked around. Outside, the moon hung high in the sky and a slight breeze ruffled the curtain. The moons light reminded the traveler of his friend, of his savior. The one that came to him as he desperately called for help.

Silently he stood up and left the room. Something pulled him up the rest of the stairs and onto the silent balcony. It was quiet up here but not uncomfortably so. Lulled in by the peaceful atmosphere he sat down by the railing and looked up to the stars. Even from down here they reminded him of his travels with his sister and of his home. They were good memories, happy memories. Tears gathered in his eyes and moved, so his head could lean against the cold metal. Against his own conscience, he fell asleep. Right there, on the floor.

And that’s exactly where the lone Yaksha found him. But he knew immediately that his sleep was anything but restful. So the Adeptus came to a decision. Wordlessly, he approached the sleeping male and sat down beside him, then he carefully tipped him over, so that his head rested on his shoulder. The night was rather warm, so he forwent a blanket and hoped that his presence would finally ease his sleep and maybe even gift him pleasant dreams.

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Aether woke up slowly and well rested. And, while the waking up part was surprising, his `pillow´ was even more so. 

Xiao's shoulder was warm and solid under his cheek and so, so soothing somehow. 

But the next words he heard let his embarrassment flare like a signal fire. 

"I hope you slept well." Aether looked up with a healthy portion of caution and had to hold his breath. From this close the Yaksha's golden eyes seemed to burn even brighter. His handsome face seemed sharper and even more attractive. Next thing he noticed was the little tilt of the others lips and his own staring. Aether could feel how his cheeks filled with blood and he blushed bright red. With a stumble he leaped away as if burnt, only to end up face down on the floor. 'This can't get any worse.' were the blonde's thoughts. Just moments later he was proved wrong. Just in that moment Paimon floated through the door and Xiao silently laughed. And Aether? Aether wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. 

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The next time something like this happened was on a commission. 

It took a lot of begging and even more almond tofu to get the Yaksha to come along, but Aether did it in the end. 

They were only supposed to gather a few rare materials and everyone knows: the rarer the marital, the more dangerous the area it rests in. That's the reason the blonde wanted Xiao to come with him. 'I feel safer with you by my side.' is what he told him. And yes, it's a really cheap trick but it works. 

Now, in the late evening, the otherworlder was beyond tired. His muscles arched and his bones were way too heavy for his lean body. Paimon was, unsurprisingly, already dead to the world and probably dreaming about all the food she could stuff in her mouth. And Aether wanted to do the same thing. But he still couldn't close his eyes without seeing that damn thing stabbing him. Yet his eyelids slowly slid closed. But he struggled to keep them open. He doesn't want to see, doesn't want to remember! Closed and open, closed and open. Always in waves but the period they stayed closed grew longer and longer every time. Until the moment when he just couldn't keep them open anymore. 

Leaning back against a tree, head tilting to the side, the last thing he heard was "Just sleep already. I'll be here." 

These words shouldn't change anything, yet Aether finally gave in and trusted this warm and familiar voice to keep watch over him. 

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The next time was late at night, when Aether awoke from another nightmare. A nightmare where his sister's eyes were cold and she abandoned him. Without any regard to his own feelings. And it hurt, hurt so bad that he couldn't handle it. 

This time his small navigator was not beside him, she was with Zhongli and Childe. Both males told him that he needed some time to himself and that it was really no problem. But the blonde saw how Tartaglia cried over his precious mora, right behind the others backs. 

Now here he was. 

Alone, sweaty and fucking terrified. 

An ugly sob ripped itself out of his throat and he curled in on himself. 'This is so stupid.' Tears over tears rolled down his cheeks and Aether wanted to slap himself. What do his tears help? Nothing. And yet he can't stop crying like a small and scared child. A small breeze caressed his wet cheeks and he looked up. There, on his windowsill sat Xiao. The Adeptus looked outside and said nothing but Aether still felt better. So he observed the Yaksha, looked at his teal hair and his face profile. And lulled by this picture alone his eyes dropped. Then there was another playful wind, gentle and soft as it ruffled his loose hair and dried his blushing skin. And accompanying this was a barely audible humming, deep and soothing. Aether felt at peace and let sleep claim him. 

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Then the traveler noticed a pattern to this occurrences.

 Whenever he laid his heavy head down to rest, the still lingering fright of nightmares always at the back of his mind, Xiao would always be there. No matter the daytime of the place. Just a short nap? Xiao would causally lean against the wall. So much work that exhaustion took him out? The Adeptus would get him a blanket and stay right beside him. The rare occasion of deep sleep and often following nightmares? His sweet, sweet Yaksha is right there to wake him up and get him out, only to embrace him afterward and help him fall asleep again.

Aether remembers what the other male told him once, about being a dream eater. Maybe he could sense the different types of dreams? `Hmmmmmm. Maybe I should ask him sometime about it.´ This thought made him blush slightly but he was really curious about it. 

And it wasn’t like he could control whether he had a nightmare or not, so he had to trust Lady Luck.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

It’s been weeks since that one fateful encounter with that strange demon and yet the blonde still couldn’t sleep peacefully. What Aether didn’t know thou was that the demon’s threat is about to come true.

The night was clear and calm and Aether was bone deep tired. He dragged his feet and couldn’t even walk straight anymore. Paimon threw him many worried glances but he didn’t really care. He just….. wanted to sleep. But something was strange, felt off somehow. Something told the otherworldler that this wasn’t quite right. He went straight for the bed in the room, without changing or even just pulling off his boots and gloves. `This isn’t right.´

It felt as if he was being pulled, closer and closer to the dreamscape, the place he wanted to avoid most of the time. “Come traveler.” A voice, sweet as honey and as dangerous as the most potent of poisons. His mind started to race but he couldn’t stop his body from laying down on the mattress, nor stop his eyes from closing.

First it was like swimming deep in the ocean only to get washed ashore with a mighty wave.

Next he noticed his numb limbs and this time some very real chains keeping him in place and he started to internally panic. `This can’t be happening! Please, please, please. Not again!´ A cruel laughter brought him out of his slowly spiraling thoughts and a shadowed figure slowly walked towards him. Then the shadows shifted, transforming into something different. First the delicate hands, then the white dress, the blonde hair and the flowers. Until before him stood this bizarre image of his sister once again. And this time he couldn’t help but cry. “Did you miss me brother?” The voice was almost like Lumine’s, but `her´smile was too sharp with way too many teeth. Soft fingers pet his cheek and he wanted to turn away, but suddenly sharp claws stopped him. 

The demon bent closer and softly spoke right into his ear. “I told you I would be back. And look, here I am.” Once it pulled away again darkness started to gather and Aether shook from head to toe. This was so much worse than last time. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but wait and see and feel……

Many different scenarios flew around his head, so many different ways this cursed being could hurt him, or even kill him. Right along those was also a question. Why wasn’t his power of purification working on this thing? As if reading his thoughts the demon chuckled. “I’m like a dream traveler. I can’t be purified.”

Just as it closed in on him again a shattering rang through the otherwise silent space, followed by bright, golden light and slowly falling feathers. The creature shrieked and tried to escape into the surrounding darkness but before it could take even a single step sharp talons took hold of it and pinned it to the ground.

Aether was mesmerized.

Beautiful golden wings were spread wide and threateningly, while a sharp beak repeatingly snapped at its face. Then he noticed the familiar color of the birds, no wait, of the eagle's eyes just before it spoke. “I’ve warned you, demon! And yet you DARE to show your face again before me?!” Those amber eyes, this deep voice…… `Xiao…..?´

Even captured, the demon refused to give up and spit curse after curse at the majestic bird.

“Damn golden Beast! You’re not supposed to interfere this time! How did you even get here?!”  With one mighty beat of his gorgeous wings, Xiao lifted himself up, only to descend again, this time pinning the demon's arms with his talons. 

“You know who I am. And you know that the traveler is under my protection. Yet here you are, hiding in the shadows of the dreams you don’t belong in.” Winds started to rush around, cutting his chains and giving him fresh air to breathe.  But even freed, Aether couldn’t look away. This…. This is exactly what he always imagined Xiao’s other form to look like. 

In the next moment a small tornado built itself around the Yaksha and his prey, preventing him from seeing inside the storm. Only the echoing sounds gave him an idea of what was happening….. The screams were unmistakable after all, just like the moving shadow he caught glimpses of. And then it was over. 

The torture, the storm and most importantly: the nightmare. 

The imagined sky brightened and the winds cleared up too but not before stroking his hair again. Turning around in a circle he stopped short and just looked again. He just couldn't get enough.  But when he finally realized that he was staring at the truly magnificent beast, he blushed and looked away. Only to hear a small chuckle. "It's way too late to be shy now, Aether. You've been staring almost the whole time now." Embarrassing wasn't even close to how the blonde felt now. 

Before the otherworlder could fall into some kind of humiliation, golden wings enveloped his still slightly shaking body and a feathered head rested lightly against his own. Relieved, Aether slowly relaxed and snuggled into the golden softness. He was safe now. Safe in the arms, ah pardon, the wings of the last Guardian Yaksha Aether slept and later woke up peacefully and well rested. 

Xiao was truly amazing and way more than just a Guardian Yaksha. More than just an Adeptus. 

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Two

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"Ah!" I squeal with a small giggle laced through it, Nikki's lips pressing to my shoulder while he pulls out of me and his cum spills on the inside of my thighs that are wide open.

My leg's hooked over his hip as he lays behind me with his arm snaking around my waist, between my breasts, while his hand has a solid hold on my throat.

When he's done, he's pressing one last kiss to my cheek before rolling over on his back, reaching for something on his night table.

I shift to my back, staring up at the mirrored ceiling to see him holding something out to me.

I turn my head to look at him just as he's taking my hand and sliding my wedding ring back on, pressing a little kiss to my hand before grabbing at my jaw assertively, kissing me.

"Apology accepted." I say once he pulls away.

"Yeah, ditto." He chuckles, kissing me one last time before I'm giving out a content sigh and sitting up to go shower.

Once I get out, I dry off and wrap myself in a towel, brushing through my wet hair with my fingers as I step into our bedroom to get some lotion on and get dressed.

"Wait, wait." Nikki stops me as I squeeze lotion onto my hand and I look up at him and raise my brows, seeing him grab his camera from the drawer in the nightstand. "Okay, drop the towel and oil up nice: I'm gonna need something to keep me company while I'm in the studio for countless hours the next several weeks."

I roll my eyes and hold back a smile, throwing my towel at him and it hits him in the face.

"Woo!" He cheers, tossing the towel away and I cover my chest just as the flash goes off and I shake my head a little, ignoring him collecting the dispensed Polaroid as I start putting my moisturizer on.

When I'm finished, I'm pulling on sweat pants and hooking my bra, about to pull a tank top on.

"Hey, Viv?" Nikki asks me.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Is the Lord's prayer important?"

I furrow my brows, finding it odd that's he's asking.

"Well, it's the template Jesus gave Christians to use when praying so yes, it's very important." I reply and he nods a little.

"So...like...what is the prayer, exactly?"

I drop the tank-top in my hands, my eyes widen, and I look at him like he's lost his mind.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Nikki Sixx?"

"Ha, ha." He sarcastically lets out.

"No, seriously, either you're a clone, had a bad dose of drugs, or your body is officially done with and dying and God's jabbing at you to throw one last 'hail Mary' attempt at salvation before you croak."

"No, I just wanna know what I need to say when I pray to you." He replies with a smirk and I pretend to nearly trip and fall on the floor as if it's slippery.

"Woah, woah, woah, you gotta give me a warning before you say something so slick." I tell him, grinning and he pulls me onto him, laughing. "And to answer your question, it's 'Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen'." I finish, deciding he wasn't even listening, but I have a weird feeling he's taking notes. "Seriously, though, why're you asking?" I add, my fingers fiddling with the various necklaces hanging around his neck.

A devious, childish, sneaky little tug of his lips his highlighting the "up to no good" look in his hazel eyes as his pointer finger traces the crucifix around my neck before meeting my gaze.

"Just curious."

Just a dumbass.

I finish dressing before stepping out to check the mail.

When I come back, I realize there's a handwritten note pinned to the door.

It's signed by our accountant and I roll my jaw.

It was $2,500.00 last May, which means he's been going through $5,000.00 a day.

"Uh, Nikki?!" I call coming into the house with the mail and the letter, going to our bedroom where he's plucking at his bass, waving the letter.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Sixx 1 & 2,

Sixx 1 is still spending exponential amounts of money on heroin a day. I left a warning last May, and said Nikki will either be dead or the two of you will be completely broke by May this year. That still stands because the amount being spent has doubled since then. Slow down." I read it off. "Nikki, it was $2,500.00 last time so he's saying you're currently spending $5,000.00 a day on smack?!" I raise my voice. "How the hell can someone possibly do that much heroin--or any freaking drug--in one day?!"

"Viv--"

"--That's $1.6 million a year! Did we even make that much last year!" I scream.

"We? Vivian, you've never worked a day in your fucking life. There is no 'we made', it's what I made. And because I'm the one who made the money, I can do whatever the hell I want with it so just hop off."

"Nikki, baby, we have bills, and insurance didn't cover as much on my time in the hospital and follow-ups as we had hoped so we have to spend money on necessities and not..." I trail off, calming myself down, rubbing my forehead, trying not to start crying.

"Viv, I'll handle it." He tells me after a moment of quiet between us. "Alright?"

I rub my lips together, letting out a sigh as he holds his hand out to take the stack of bills from me.

I hand them over, not saying a word more, before leaving him to continue scraping up motivation to actually write something.

He wrote "Wild Side", which completely reworks and assaults the Lord's prayer...then the bastard listed me as a co-write because, "well you told me what the prayer was to begin with so technically you helped me write it."

When the conservatives went digging around once the album was released, they dragged me through the mud when they saw my name attached to a bastardized version of something sacred to christianity and I heard every degrading, yet passive, insult any holier-than-thou Bible-biddy could throw at me.

I stopped going to church for quite a while after that because I didn't even want to face the possibility of all those people smiling in my face while thinking, "she's not the really for God."

"Valentine's Day?" I ask Doc, raising my brows. "...Really?"

"Well, they wanna get a good feel of Nikki and you're obviously a part of his life, so they figured spending Valentine's Day with you two would be pretty interesting." He explains.

"I don't want anybody getting a good feel of Nikki's anything." I reply stubbornly, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, and Viv won't let me pull out the really special techniques while someone's in the house with us." Nikki adds. "And she only lets me do them on special occasions."

"Nobody's feeling anybody else, and you two sodomites can have all the fun you want once the interview is done with. It'll take four hours, tops." Doc says, looking at Nikki. "We're gonna have to start promoting the album."

This is the selling point.

Nikki sighs, rubbing his face, groaning.

"Fine." He gives up, looking at me. "We can entertain the nosy bastard for a few hours, I guess."

"I suppose." I roll my eyes.

"Thank you." Doc let's out with relief.

"Was that it?" I ask him, glancing around his office.

"Oh, yeah." He nods.

"We drove down here just for you to tell us something you could have easily called and told us over the phone?" Nikki asks next.

"Yeah, 'cause I wanted to see how you look and sure enough you look like shit." Doc states and Nikki rolls his eyes. "Which reminds me, clean up your house and make yourself seem like you're not on drugs. K?" Doc gives us a parting word of advice as we stand up to leave.

"Yeah, yeah, got it." Nikki waves him off, leaving in front of me.

"Viv." Doc says to me and I nod reassuringly.

"I'll make sure he keeps it together for the interview."

"Thank you, you two be careful on the way home."

"We will, bye." I shut the door and follow Nikki out to his Jeep.

"I really don't feel like dealing with the press." He grumbles, looking at me now with his sunglasses on and I give him a small smile.

"Maybe it won't be that bad."

"I don't like people I don't fuck with in my house. It's my house. My space. It isn't a fucking amusement park that's open for review." He cranks the car and I put my seat belt on.

"Baby?"

"What?" He says a little harsh.

"It will be okay." I pat his fluffy hair. "K?"

He doesn't answer, actually pouting like a spoiled little boy.

When he ignores me, about to start driving, I raise a brow, unbuckle, and my fingers slowly fumble with the button on his jeans as his pout falters and his smirk replaces it, followed by the sound of a content, groan-filled sigh, and the back of his head hitting the back of his seat when I get my mouth around his prick.

Once we get home I'm wiping the remains of slobber and cum from my lips and he's struggling to keep his legs from collapsing.

"Are you okay?" I ask him smugly when his leg shakes a little bit as he unlocks the front door.

"Watch it, Sixx." He warns as he points at me, his hand popping me on the ass when I walk in front of him to go inside, and I let out a small shriek, following it with a laugh.

My laughter abruptly stops when I see Vanity watching T.V.

She actually seems sober enough, but she looks like she just came off of a bender.

Nikki and I look at each other.

"Oh, there you are. Nikki wasn't answering the phone and I wanted to see him." She tells us, her eyes glued him, and he sighs.

"Well, I'm here. What do you want?" He asks her in a snap, taking his jacket off.

"Nikki, quit being rude." I tell him quietly.

"Showing up to people's houses uninvited is rude." He replies, glaring at her.

"Not when I gave her the code to the gate and a key." I state.

His eyes bug for a second and he's raising his brows at me.

"You what?"

"Tansy has the code and a key, Tommy, Vince and Mick have the code and a key. Izzy, Steven, Slash, Duff, Axl--"

"--That's different." He cuts me short.

"How? They're our friends and so is she." I point out.

"If I'm not welcome I can just go." She says, grabbing her coat.

"Bye." Nikki says just as I say, "no, it's okay."

He and I give each other dirty looks.

"I was actually about to start cooking dinner and invite some friends over so feel free to stay, please." I offer to her. "Nikki, I need your help in the kitchen."

He follows me and I yank on the ends of his hair once we're alone, scolding him.

"Will you stop being a jackass to her?!" I whisper-yell.

"Can you stop being so fucking nice to people? It's stupid."

"Oh, God forbid Nikki Sixx be married to someone who's not a complete bitch." I roll my eyes, grabbing a few pans from our cabinet and he let's out a heavy breath.

"She's fucking crazy, Vivian." He argues and I turn to face him.

"You say the same thing about me any time I piss you off. I really believe she's a good girl, Nikki. She just needs one, good, solid friend that isn't just friends with her to have someone to do drugs with." I explain.

"Oh, yeah, Viv, she's really good...at being a fucking slut."

I pop him in the side of the face and point my finger at him.

"You don't talk like that about Vince or Tommy or Robbin so why the hell talk like that about her?"

"Because she is one." He ignores me and I let out a breath. "Some of the dudes she's fucked are married." He adds.

"Tansy has slept with married men, is she a slut, too?" I ask him and he rolls his jaw. "What I thought."

"Viv, I really don't--"

"Okay, Nikki. Whatever you say." I interrupt him, grabbing some things from the fridge. "She's an awful person, got it. Can you please help me with this so I can clean up the house some?" I ask.

He hesitates for a second before opening the packet of chicken on the counter I pulled from the fridge.

"Thank you." I smile, kissing his cheek, before leaving him alone so I can get the house in nice shape.

To say Nikki projected shit onto Vanity would be an understatement. Her hands weren't clean, of course, but he would often externally put her down the way he internally put himself down for what the two of them were doing to me. It was moments like that, that I looked back on after finding everything out, and would want to hit myself.

He practically told me they were sleeping together without actually saying "hey, I'm screwing this woman that you think is your friend, and you're being too nice and naive to think we wouldn't do that to you."

"Tommy and Heather, Vince and Sharise, Tansy and Vanity, Duff, Slash, Steven, Izzy and Axl." I tell Mick how many people will be at dinner and I hear him let out a breath on the other end of the phone.

"I don't know, Viv." He tells me.

"Mick, c'mon, I haven't seen you very much the past year."

"I don't know..."

"Mick--"

"--Mick, get your ass over here so we can have a good time. We're gonna see you in the studio tomorrow, anyway, so just come celebrate the commencement of the start of the new album." Nikki says after he takes the phone from me.

Mick says something and Nikki grins.

"Alright, bye." He hangs up. "He's in." He tells me.

"Thank you for snatching the phone from me, dickhead." I say, half-joking.

"Okay, I am this close," he holds his pointer finger and thumb centimeters apart from each other. "to bending you over my knee and beating your ass."

"Promise?" I reply, grinning, and he tugs me closer to him, but just before our lips meet, Vanity is walking--more so bursting--into the kitchen.

"Nikki, when are we hanging out?" She asks him, nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Nikki's hands dig into my hips as if he's channeling his frustration instead of being rude.

I know what "hangout" means, and I don't need him cracked out, especially not now with guests coming over soon.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Vanity." I explain to her as politely as I can.

"Why not?" She asks me.

"Just not aright now." Nikki tells her, actually more tolerant than he was earlier.

I don't know if I'm shocked because he's not being an ass to her, or because he's  turning down the opportunity to go hit a crackpipe. 

Vanity looks at me for a split second--a very short, nearly millisecond--as if I'm the fucking Devil, before it vanishes and she smiles at us.

"Okay, I'm gonna be in the bathroom freshening up." She tells us, walking in the direction of the guest bathroom, and I let out a breath when she's gone.

"You mean you don't wanna greet our guests naked, waving a gun, and accuse them of being the FBI before opening fire?" I ask him.

He just gives me an unamused look.

"I'm gonna go change before that 'ass beating' is administered." I suggest.

"Yeah, good idea."

I change, put on some makeup, and run my fingers through my hair to comb it out before stepping into the kitchen to help Nikki finish up.

I'm met with uncooked food.

"Uh...Nikki?!" I call, glancing at the clock to see it's 8:00pm.

People will be here any minute.

I go looking for him, smelling the familiarity of cocaine.

"Oh my God." I say to myself, opening the guest bedroom to see Nikki and Vanity crouched over their pipes with a mountain of blow out.

They look at me with wild eyes.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings.

"Please be someone sober. Please be someone sober." I repeat, shutting the door as I step to the door.

I open it to reveal Duff and the guys.

"I need help." I tell them, sounding panicked. "Nikki and Vanity's cracked out."

"Um, w-we were gonna ask you for help." Duff tells me.

"What, why?"

They move over and I see Tansy, shaking a little.

"Are you--"

Before I can finish, a familiar "BANG" is sounding through the house and is joined with a loud, ear-shattering shriek of glass breaking, and we hit the ground, Duff securing me under him before a second shot is fired, breaking more glass, causing Tansy to start screaming and crying from under Axl and Steven.

I thank God when Nikki doesn't shoot again, instead the sound of him scrambling to get to his closet, and the sound of Vanity's heels scampering along with him has me sighing with relief. I hear him slam our bedroom door, and Duff runs his thumbs under my eyes to wipe at tears that I had no idea were even coming out of me.

"Holy shit." Izzy mumbles. 

"Are you okay?" Duff asks me and I nod as he helps me up.

"Tansy?" I ask her gently, she's got her hands over her ears, tears streaming down her face.

Axl carefully steps into the house as I continue to reassure Tansy.

"Uh, Viv?" Axl asks.

"I got it, Viv." Steven tells me, trying to calm Tansy down.

I follow Axl into the house, and I'm taken back by the sight of our entire ceiling in the living room shattered over our couches, the carpet, the coffee table, the T.V., it's a giant sheet of sparkling, sharp, shards of mirror.

It seems like forever just staring at the damage done to my house, and I'm unable to get words to come out of my mouth.

"Dude, is Tansy alright?" Tommy's voice sounds at the door and we snap around to see him.

I hear Heather and Sharise outside before Vince comes in behind Tommy, their brows raising at the sight of the mess.

"Hooollllyyyy..." the blonde singer drags out.

"You alright?" Axl asks me, and anger rolls through me, my teeth grinding together.

"Viv?" Tommy adds.

"Doc. Bob. Now." Is all I'm able to say.

"On it." Tommy doesn't waste a minute stepping through the glass to get to the phone in the living room while Axl tugs me back outside to avoid murdering Nikki.

That was the first straw that began the process of breaking the camel's back.

[phantomofsilence]

Title: It's hard, but it's worth it.

Word count: 2188 words 11283 characters

Warning: None,really.Maybe some grammar mistakes?

A/N: I saw this gif and i had an idea. I got a little carried away thou. Gifs are not mine.

"How long has he been like this?" entering the room I looked over at sleeping Bucky and over exhausted Steve. Exhaling loudly, he closed his eyes rubbing them. Coming closer i nudged his shoulder handing him a cup of coffee.

"The same. Thank you." Besides a little bruise under his eye, Bucky looked as if he was just sleeping and not in a coma for the past three days.

"He's strong, you know that, Steve it's just taking him longer to heal. You heard Shury. He just needs time."

Convincing others he's going to be okay was a piece of cake, but convincing myself now that's another story. God i miss him so much. I'd give anything just so he opens his beautiful eyes.

Neither Steve nor me slept since he fell into coma, we convinced ourselves that watching over him somehow kept him alive. Even when i tried to get some shut eye i couldn't,the bed felt wrong, to spacious, to lonely.

"Steve, you're a mess. Go rest. I'll stay with him." turning towards me he opened his mouth to speak, i guess to argue with me but last minute decided against it and closed them nodding in agreement.

"Call me if there are any changes or you need rest. You hear me. Don't hesitate to call me." He squeezed my shoulder and turned to leave. "Thank you, Steve." he stopped at the door, but didn't turn around. "You know he made me promise if anything happened to him I'd have to take care of you."

His words surprised me, Bucky wanted him to take care of me? Now that made me miss him even more than i thought possible. Gazing at him with tears slowly filling my eyes i took my index finger and ran it genly down his left cheek.

"He did?" I chuckled shaking my head trying to stop myself from crying. Steve chuckled as well seemingly remembering their conversation.

"Yeah, he said you listen carefuly. If something happens to me, you take care of my girl, you hear me punk."

Tears now freely fell down my face while i laughed. It's like i could hear him say that.

" Still, you didn't have to be here here for me the way you were for that past three days. I know we never talked much before this, but in this short time that i got to know you, i realised that you are the most stubborn, self sacrificing, dramatic, loyal and the best person i have ever had pleasure knowing. And i wanna thank you for everything. I mean it Steve. "

I hoped i could convey how grateful i was to this man before me. In this short period of time this man has become my world, i depended on him, and he depended on me.We fulfilled each other, when he stopped i pushes us forward, when i stopped he was there to catch me.

I know it hasn't been long, but when the person you love is hurt and there's nothing you can do to help them you can feel every second as it passes. The worst kind of torture is feeling helpless.

"And they say i'm the dramatic one." he gave me a smile and left, i understood the smile, it said thank you, i'm grateful for you to, you are my friend. I loved how he managed to say so much without having to say anything at all.

Oh my Bucky, i hope you're still in there. And i hope you're fighting to get back to me. I miss you. I love you.

I sat in the chair next to his bed, placed my hand over his and leaned into the chair resting my head and i closed my eyes. The warmth of his hand gave me comfort. I had to take what i could get.

This waiting game is like warfare, constant nerve wracking feeling in my gut. All i could do is stay strong for him and Steve, hold on to hope for as long as i could. I had to stay strong, giving myself an option to be week was not negotiable, i couldn't fail him or Steve.

It's hard, but it's worth it, it has to be.

For the next five days Steve and I exchanged shifts watching Bucky praying for any sign of progress.

Now you were sipping on your seventh coffee cup staring into one dot at the wall. Five minutes ago i chased Steve out of the room to take a shower and eat something.He didn't want to eat and although I got why, i made him go eat, i lost my appetite as well but we had to eat. Forced on not, food was food. And we needed it.

"Oh my God." Bucky groaned next to me and begrudgingly opened his eyes. The light bothered him.

"(Y/N)?" he said, his voice raspy from lack of use. "Yes, Bucky?" wait what? Bucky? Bucky's awake! Bucky's awake. Oh my God! I need to breath! Oh God, he's awake. "Bucky? Oh God please don't let this be a dream! If this is a dream it's too cruel. Bucky, please, say something, love." he looked at me with those baby blues and for a second i forgot how to breath.

Clearing his throat he gaze was set on me, oh how i missed the way he looked at me, it's as if i was the last drop of water and he was a man in a desert dying of thirst." Hey, doll. You missed me, baby?"

I felt so many emotions at the same time it rendered me speechless.All i could do was reach my hand towards his face caressing him softly.

With a small smile on my face i gazed at him lovingly, soaking him in. I was afraid to blink fearing i might break the spell and he'll disappear.

"Hey baby. Talk to me my love. Let me hear that sweet voice of yours." he whispered gently as if not to spook me, taking my hand in his, he squeezing it and said with a shaky voice. "Hey, i love you, my love. I thought I'd never see you again. You're my girl, you're my girl."

His words turned me into a mess, crying and shaking while squeezing his hand harder. "Bucky?" he smiled at me and bit his lip. "Yes, baby. What is it?"

Everything was suddenly too much, the way he was looking at me left me chasing my breath. I before i could think i said the first though that entered my mind. "You need a shower." at first he looked at me shocked before laughing wholeheathedly.

Before i knew i was laughing with him, it was one of those laughs you couldn't contain, one of those laughs that made your stomach hurt.

He brought the hand that he was holding to his lips and kissed it."Damn, doll, i think i ripped couple of my stitches, though i think i'll need a little more recovering to do before i can shower. I guiess you 'll have to put up with me like this a little longer."

I brought my other hand to wipe my eyes, i smiled shyly at him. "I'm sorry i don't know why i said that." he chuckled and kissed my hand again. "Oh, don't go shy on me now, doll. If you didn't ruin the moment like you always do, you wouldn't be my best girl."

Man, he always knew what to say and he was right i always had to ruin it. "It's annoying how well you know me." He grimaced and tried to cover it with a smile.But i noticed immediately. "Where does it hurt?" I asked but Bucky being Bucky tried to play it off as nothing. "Why? Are you gonna kiss it better?"but i wasn't falling for it." James, i'm serious. "sensing the urgency in the tone of my voice and the use of his first name made him realise i was woried and terrified for his well being.

" Don't panic, but I really think i pulled something when i laughed. "taking a deep breath i tried my hardest to look calm and collected. What now? Oh, right, Shury! I took the call button in my hand but before i could press it to notify someone, a lady doctor and two nurses walked into the room.

"As soon as Sargent Barnes woke up we were notified, but decided to give you two some privacy. Though now that needs to be cut short. If you could please wait outside, Miss (Y/N)." The doctor explained and i nodded and left the room giving Bucky a smile.

It's been twenty minutes since i was asked to leave the room. Every second I'd look over towards the door expecting someone to tell me what was wrong. I know that they are just doing their job and that i need to grateful, and i am but i am also worried. Please be okay.

Steve walked into the hallway disheveled, clearly he had been sleeping prior to this. He saw me and sat next to me bouncing knee.

"A hey, Steve! He's alive would have been nice, you know." I know the jab was on purpose but well meaning. "I'm sorry, i should have called you. I was just so happy that he was awake i didn't think about anything else." i still should have call him, i wasn't the only one worried about him, but I just forgot. "I know." that's another thing that made Steve so amazing, his understanding nature.

The doctor came out of the room along with the nurses, their expressions unreadable which made me worry. " You can relax, Miss (Y/N). Sargent Barnes is stable, he heals faster than a normal human being so the recovery should pass without a glitch. But. "I knew there had to be a but. Why is there always a but? " Sergeant Barnes needs rest and a peaceful environment,so nothing to dramatic. "like with everything when it gets to real i have to make a joke. "Alright, well then Steve, he'll see you when he recovers." he gave me a look of confusion.

"But why?" he asked with a small voice. "Well you heard the doctor , she said nothing dramatic."

"You know what, (Y/N)." before he could finish i cut him of. "Go." I pointed towards the room. "What?" he asked. "Go, see him. I'll wait here, and remember nothing to dramatic. I know it's hard since it's you, but hang in there."

"You just can't do something sweet and not ruin it with words." he smirked at me, got up and moved towards the door. "No, not really that's not my style." he chuckled and disappeared as he stepped into the room.the doctor moved to leave. "Wait. Thank you." she turned and nodded. "It was my pleasure."

Ten minutes later Steve stuck his head out of the room. "He's asking for you." Standing up and stretching my legs i entered the room. Both men smiled at me and i couldn't help but smile back at them. Steve gave me a side hug and kissed my forehead mumbling about giving us some time alone.

"Hi." I said,weirdly now i felt nervous to be alone with him and he could sense it. "Hey. I hope my confession isn't the reason you are so freaked out." He said half joking, half being serious. "No, it's not that. I don't know why i am so nervous. "he visibly relaxed after my reply." Well i am glad that i can still make you nervous."of course he wouldn't be James Buchanan Barnes if he didn't try to lighten the mood. And i loved him for it.

"Come here, doll." he moved a little wincing while trying to make room for me so i could seat near him on the bed.

Carefully i sat next to him, i didn't want to accidentally push him. "James." I said. "Yeah?" It was now or never, while i wanted for him to wake up i realised i never said it, and i might not get to chance to ever say it, And that thought alone made me feel even worse. Here goes nothing.

"I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I love you." He looked up at me as if he couldn't believe that i said it and it just made me feel more stupid for not saying it sonner."Say it again." he pleaded. "I love you." grinning like a cheshire cat he replied."Again, please." now i was also smiling, i looked down in embarrassment. "I love you." this time i said it, i felt myself blushing. God what was wrong with me?

"Again?" deciding to tease him a bit i gave him a smirk and said. "If this is gonna be a recurring thing maybe i shouldn't have said it." rolling his eyes at me with a smile on his face he said. "See, here you go again ruining the moment." I giggled at his statement.

"Say it again."

"I love you James Buchanan Barnes."

"Again."

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KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR PT.1

Michael POV

"Man I didn't even really wanna go to prom, it was just a bunch of overly horny niggas and bitches that spent hundreds if not thousands of dollars on one night that would be over before it began" I said as me and my bestfriend Metri sat at the food court in the mall. "Bitch shut the fuck up you know you wanna go, you just mad cause you don't have a date yet, and you extra salty cause Darrien ain't ask you yet" he laughed as he took a bite of his chick-fil-a sandwhich. He was right though I actually did wanna go but I only wanted to go with one person and that was him, waiting on him to ask me to prom was like waiting in line for new Jordan's to drop it takes forever. "Yeah whatever Bitch, he ain't gonna ask me so Im just over it, it's only a week an a half left till prom and I don't have a tux or limo shit I'm mad as hell I brought that $100 ticket" I said actually becoming mad a little. " Calm down Mike, you'll get asked and if you don't you can come with me and Travis" he replied trying to cherler me up. "GREAT!!, so I can be a third wheel, na I'll pass" I retorted honestly. We finished our meal and did a little more shopping as we were leaving I seen darrien and some other boy walking on I quickly grabbed metri and duck behind this big ass flower pot outside the mall. "BITCH, I'll smack the shit outta you bout to give me whip flash better be glad me and Jesus ace boon coons in this new year don't do that shit no more" he said but I ignored everything he said and said " Look, there go Darrien and some other boy going in the mall, do you know him?" I asked because my Bitch been around the block and up the street a few times. " Yeah that's Evan he got a big dick, Mmm.. A really big-". " Michael?" Someone asked from behind me and from the voice I knew exactly who it was. " He-hey Darrien funny running into you here haha" I say nervously beings I was just caught hiding behind a flower pot at 3 in the afternoon. " What you doing behind this flower pot, hey Metri" he said as he hugged us both. "Well I was-we were- he needed" I couldn't speak at all so like a true bestfriend my bitch quickly said " We were here looking at tuxs for prom, how about you guys and hey Evan!" He said as he gave Evan that look that make ya mom uncomfortable cause she no her son getting dicked down right. "Wassup Metri, still looking sexy as ever, you a stranger thou shawty, I see ya new nigga got you in lock huh?" Evan replied licking his lips and I'll admit I got alil turned on. "please don't get him started on niggas" I said as I pulled darriens so we could talk away from those two knuckle heads.

Darrien POV

I'll admit it Michael was looking so fine right now he had his hair I'm braids that led to a man bun and his ass was sitting right, I spotted him and Metri walking out the mall as soon as we got close to the steps o seen him duck down behind that flower pot and all that. "So why was you hiding again?" I asked him because I wanted a answer. " ok truth is I seen you and Evan and I didn't know him so I thought-" before he could finish I said " I was cheating, Oh okay, nah shawty I'm not going no where". " So if that's true why haven't you asked me to prom yet Darrien we only have a week basically to get his shit together, is cause I'm a boy and your parents don't know" he said and I could see the hurt in his eyes. " Come on man! Don't start with that, look I love you and I always will but I'm just not ready for my parents to know yet" I honestly said.

Me and Michael been messing around since sophomore year and we are now seniors, I came out at school for him cause I really do love him I just haven't told my parents yet.

"Don't do what! D, explain to the guy I love that I wanna be with him whole heartily I fucking love ya bigheaded ass and I just wanna spend this night with you" he said as tears rolled down his face. Before I could reply he grabbed Metri and left me standing there. "damn, bro you fucked up this time huh?" Evan said walking over as we watched them leave. " Man shut up nigga, I didn't do shit, he wanna go to prom with me but I haven't told my parents about us yet, don't get me wrong I love his ass a lot but I'm not ready yet man, what you think?" I asked him cause he was my boy and he keep it 100 with me. " I think that you should take his ass to prom, tell ya parents and move on if that accept you great if they don't go to college with ya man and start a new life my nigga, for to long we love for others because what they might think or feel bit what about us?" He said as we entered Zumiez " Since when did you become Mr. Knowitall" I said mushing his head. " Since I came out 2 months ago and my mom accept me but you know pops ain't wit it but he cool" he replied which made me think about my next move and how I was gonna tell my parents that there only child was gay and wanted to go to prom with a boy!! Damn.

If you like this first little snippet of my new tumble story "Knight in shining armor" please please please #reblog and comment lemme know wassup I'll beposting updates every Wednesday and the chapters will be much longer this is just a tease!!