#like i know that bragging how little sleep someone get is super cringe

[vesteneris]

some of my favourite hunger games pages from my sketchbook, mostly from 2023 and also Annie Cresta centred, bc I was doing a comic about her at the time

[lacontroller1991]

Jealous Much? (Negan x OFC)

Requested by @negans-attagirl​ :After his imprisonment at Alexandria, he is free and alone until he meets OC (in her twenties) and actually saves him from a herd/ he starts to follow her, being a sassy daddy as always and flirts with her but she resists a long time. They meet another survivor (More in oc age) and negan gets jealous and mad. They get lead into an ambush by the new guy, are able to escape and maybe in the heat of the moment the smut happens.

Warnings: Smut 18+ oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, cream pie, language

Author’s note: I am so sorry it’s super conversation heavy but I promise the smut won't be 😊

@negans-attagirl​ @not-too-tall-for-trick​

Jess could hear them before she saw them, their groans echoing through the forrest. Climbing up a tree, she looked through the herd, seeing what could’ve gotten them riled up. Raising her binoculars up to her face, she saw a man in the middle, bashing walker’s heads with a metal pipe, although he was getting quickly outnumbered.

“Shit,” she whispered to herself, jumping down from the tree and rushing to the guy’s aid. Drawing out her sword, she was quick to live the walkers’ heads, blood splattering against her face. The guy looked at her for a split second before returning to kill them. After the herd was dead, Jess looked at the guy.

“Hell were you thinking?” She asked, panting and wiping the blood from her blade.

“That’s no way to talk to a stranger,” he replied, “the name’s Negan.”

“The name’s I don’t care,” she spat out, walking away and leaving him alone.

“Hey! What are you doing out here?” Negan asked, tailing Jess.

“Survivin’.”

“By yourself? Surely there's a man with you,” he stated but was immediately pushed against a tree with a blade to his throat.

“I don't need a man,” pulling away the knife, Jess stared into his eyes.

“I don't have no where to go.”

“Not my problem.”

“Can I stay here with you? I can help out with whatever you need,” Negan begged as she pulled her brown hair back.

“What I need is for you to leave me alone.”

“Come on babe, don’t be like.”

“I’m not your babe.”

“But you could be,” and truth be told, Jess wasn't completely opposed to the idea. It's been a while since she’s seen a human, and even longer since she’s had physical touch, but she knew. Everyone dies.

“Fine, but I live in the woods,” she mentioned as he nodded following her closely.

“You know, you remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

“Guy name Daryl. Quiet, tempered, doesn’t take bullshit.”

“Crossbow guy?” Jess asked as Negan nodded.

“Yeah, he's an asshole,” he chuckled as she smirked.

“I know. Was with them back in Atlanta, they were too chaotic.”

“That they are. ‘Specially Rick. Made my life a living hell.”

“They have good intentions, just wrong way of going about it.”

“Very wrong, cost me my life,” he replied as she nodded her head, eyeing a deer. Shushing Negan, Jess slowly crept up to the deer, aiming her bow and releasing an arrow, killing the deer.

“Wanna skin it?” She asked him as he shook his head. Shrugging, she plunger her knife into the deer, spilling out its guts.

“That’s disgusting as shit,” he stated as she let out a chuckle before looking up at him.

“Never done this?”

“I had people for it,” looking down at her, he noticed a small smile that radiated her face.

“Well, it’s dinner for the next couple of days.”

She hated to admit it, but Negan had actually grown on her, never failing to make her smile. She had to constantly remind herself that she could not get attached to him. Not now. As they were walking around, staying out of sight, their attention was quickly grabbed by a cry for help. Jess was quick to rush to the aid until an arm held her back.

“We don't know who that pussy is,” he spoke softly as she looked at him and smacked his arm, “what?”

“I seem to recall saving your ass.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t screaming like a pansy,” she chuckled before running to help the person. Slicing through walkers, she looked down at the guy who seemed to be her age. He had a strong jawline with curly brown hair and green eyes. Offering him a hand, she pulled him up as she dusted himself off.

“Thanks, I could’ve sworn I was about to die,” he mentioned with a smile that Negan could see right through.

“You have a camp?” Negan asked before Jess could say anything.

“I did, got over run by moaners,” he replied, Negan wasn’t buying it but Jess was.

“What's your name?” She asked softly as the guy gave her a smile.

“Jack,” he replied as Negan leaned over into her ear.

“Something isn’t sitting right with me,” he whispered as she shot him a glare.

“Nothing sits right with you.”

“You do,” winking at her, he pulled out a gun he found and pointed it at Jack.

“Woah buddy.”

“Negan!”

“We can’t trust him.”

“I trusted you,” she retorted as he sighed, lowering the gun but never taking his eyes off of the guy.

“He your dad?” Jack asked as Jess laughed, shaking her head.

“Nah, just a stray.”

“Ouch, that hurts,” Negan stated as looked between the two of them.

“Oh hush,” Jess directed at Negan before turning her head back to Jack, “how about you come with us? We have food and water.”

“I’d like that.”

As the weeks passed, Negan was growing antsy. Missing the way that she used to be his and only his, though never officially. He cringed whenever Jess and Jack would flirt with each other, giving each other small touches and lingering stares. What Negan didn’t know was that Jess was just trying to make Negan jealous. He made her feel things she never thought she would feel again in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. For all she knew, it wasn’t working. But it was. She was coming back from a hunt with Jack when Negan pulled her to the side, glaring down at Jack before he got the hint and scurried off to leave the two of them to talk.

“What are you doing?” She asked harshly as he gave her a disappointed look.

“Jess, I get that you’re trying to help this asshole, but doesn’t something feel off to you?” He reasoned with her while she pondered in thought, trying to think of all the times her and Jack had talked.

“Are you jealous, Negan?” She questioned with a smirk as he groaned and shook his head.

“No, something isn’t right.”

“You’re just paranoid,” she stated as he stared at her.

“You’re not listening to me. He’s dangerous, I know his type.”

“Get over it, he’s staying.”

“Whatever, I need to take a walk,” he mentioned, throwing his hands up in the air as he walked away from camp. She didn’t notice that Jack had snuck up from behind her until he spoke.

“Everything okay?” He asked as she shook her head.

“He’s just being difficult. He’s normally not like this.”

“Come with me, I know a place to clear your head,” Jack replied as she looked at him with concern.

“I don’t know, we need to skin these rabbits before they go bad.”

“Come one, it’ll be fun!” He begged as she let out a smile before agreeing, allowing him to lead her deep into the woods.

It was not fun. Her head pounded as blood flowed down her temple, looking around the underground cell, trying to find an escape. After finding none, she kicked the mattress that they had supplied for her.

“Fuck,” she shouted out in frustration before sinking to the floor, running her hands through her hair. She didn’t remember anything after Jack had led her into the woods and knocked her out. She had no clue where she was nor how she got there. One thing she did know for sure. Negan was right. Slowly, she let her eyes drift close, falling into a dreamless sleep.

She was awoken by the cell door opening. Expecting it to be Jack or one of his companions, she immediately cowered away from the door but a pair of arms wrapped around her in comfort.

“Negan?” She asked, voice cracking from being dehydrated and tired.

“Let’s get you outta here baby doll,” he whispered, picking her up in his arms and carrying her out of the cell.

“How are we gonna get out?”

“I killed them. Once I figured out what happened, I tracked you to here and killed them. They’ll probably be turning any minute now so we gotta move.”

“You were right,” he looked down at her and moved a strand of hair out of her face before kissing her temple.

“It's okay, let’s just go.” Running through the woods with you in his arms, he looked around to make sure no walkers were following them before setting you down in a cave that he had found while tracking you. It would have to do for the night. Removing his jacket, he immediately wrapped it around her as she shook from shock and the cold. 

The air was tense around the pair, Negan desperately wanting to brag about being right and Jess in shame for not listening to him.

“How did you know about him?” She asked cautiously as he handed her a canteen.

“It takes one to know one. I’ve seen many people like him so I just figured, plus he’s strong, if he couldn’t take care of 10 walkers by himself then something must’ve been up.”

“I should’ve listened. I’m sorry,” shuffling closer to him, she leaned her head on his shoulder as he let out a sigh.

“Don’t be. You didn't know,” he commented, wrapping his arm around her smaller frame, pulling her in closer for heat. She looked up at him with a small smile before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Thank you.”

“Well shit, if I had known saving a pretty thing like yourself would’ve gotten me a kiss, I would do it a thousand times over,” he stated as she let out a snort before shrugging his jacket and arm off, straddling his lap, her face being illuminated by the soft glow of the fire place.

“I was flirting with him to make you jealous,” admitting to her little secret, he looked up at her with a smile.

“It worked.” Crashing his lips to hers, his arms immediately wrapped around her waist as she deepened the kiss, placing her hands on his cheeks, running her hands through his stubble. Pulling away, they gasped for air while Jess’s hands moved to her shirt. Tugging at the hem, she quickly pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her in a bra.

“Are we doing this now? Because I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this,” he whispered as she smiled down, reaching back to unclasp her bra. 

“Shut up and make me feel good,” she commanded as he gave a mock salute, turning them over and running kisses down her jawline and onto her chest, leaving open mouthed kisses along her breasts. She arched her back into his touch, needing to feel more, and judging by the growing bulge in his pants, she knew he needed more too. Moving his mouth to her nipple, he swirled the bud around his mouth as she released a moan, clutching her hands in his hair, tugging at the slightly greying strands that reached the back of his neck. He moved off of her before trailing kisses down to her waistband and looked up at her. With a nod in confirmation, her skin shivered with anticipation as he undid the buckle and button. Pulling down her pants, he took a moment to admire the view of her panties soaked with her arousal.

“All that for me baby?”

“Negan, please,” she moaned as he smirked, removing the pants before placing a kiss on her covered clit. He groaned when he could taste her wetness through her underwear. Moving her underwear to the side, he laid his tongue flat against her folds as she gasped out loudly. Moving his tongue up and down, he collected her wetness before stopping and removing her panties. Going back down, he placed his mouth on her clit and began sucking on the bundle of nerves, swirling it around his tongue as he entered a finger inside of her, causing her to start panting heavily.

Adding another finger, he began pumping them in and out, fingers wet with her juices. Curling them inside of her, he continue to lap up her clit as her hands found their way back to his hair, messing up his neat hairdo, not that he minded. Groaning against her, he could feel the ache in his pants getting more painful with all of her sounds he was eliciting. Suddenly, he blew on her clit and flicked it with his other hand and he could tell she was getting close by the way her walls were starting to constrict around his fingers.

“Cum for me baby,” he commanded, pulling at her sensitive spot before she let out a shout and came over his hand. Coaxing her through it, he saw her smile down at him, a thin layer of sweat forming against her body. Pulling his fingers out, he licked them, letting out a moan before moving down to his tent and rubbed his dick, trying to release some pressure.

“Oh God, Negan. I need you.”

“Say less,” he chuckled, moving his hands to unbutton his pants and pushing them down. Grabbing her hips, he moved her up to his lap, rubbing his dick against her wet folds.

“You ready?” Nodding her head, he gently pushed his tip in, both of them groaning at the sensation before he pushed in farther, giving her some time to adjust to his size.

“You can move,” she stated, relishing in the feeling of him completely filling her out, causing her walls to stretch around him. He pulled out before slamming back into her as she moaned, moving up so that she was now on top of him. 

“God baby, you’re sexy as fuck,” he groaned out as he clutched her hips in his hands, pushing her down onto him. She clutched onto his shoulders as he thrusted up into her. He watched the way her boobs bounced with each thrust and with each thrust he was getting closer as was she. Moving her off of him, he laid her down and wrapped her left on his waist while the other went on his shoulder, allowing him a different access angle that had them both panting messes. Pivoting his hips, he thrusted back in, hitting her g-spot. 

“Harder,” it was barely a whisper but it was loud enough for him to hear as he continued snapping his hips against hers, creating a friction against her clit. Reaching down, her hand gently touched her clit and rubbed it harshly, trying to reach her orgasm. 

“Negan, I’m close,” he understood those words perfectly clear as his thrusts became more erratic, trying to help her reach her high. Her eyes closed in bliss as her walls clamped down on his cock, coming over it. His hands went to her breasts and grabbed them, not slowing down as he was near the end. 

“Cum inside of me.”

“Ya sure babydoll?”

“Oh my God, yes, please, yes.” Pumping into her a few more times he released his load with a loud groan. He looked down and saw his cum to start dripping out of her. He swore he could come again at the sight. Pulling out of her, he continued to watch the way her pussy pulsed out his cum before collapsing next to her and taking her hand in his, gently kissing her knuckles.

“That was fun,” she commented, trying to catch her breath as he looked over at her.

“Much needed and waited.”

“Tell me Negan, have you thought about fucking me this whole time?”

“Every fucking night,” he admitted, thinking back to all of the nights he had to sneak off to relieve himself. 

“Good, because this is not done.”

“Wouldn’t count on it baby girl.”

Author’s Note: AHHH. HOPE YOU ENJOYED

[americasass91]

Revenge on Ransom

So since I had so much fun writing my last fic, I just had to indulge on another one! This one is starring everyone’s favorite Mean Sweater Murder Daddy, Ransom! I didn’t intend for it to be this long. But I’m really quite happy with how it came out! Let me know what you think! Thank you so much for reading!! This is of course for @stargazingfangirl18​ and @navybrat817​ #shamelesshoesforchris

Prompts:

“Please don’t go”

“Don’t you dare take another step”

Words:5.4k

Rating:Explicit(I mean come on, it’s Ransom)

Warnings:Smut, Angst, Embarrassment, Ransom being an asshole as usual

“A threesome.”

You scoff and roll your eyes while continuing to rub circles on your lover’s taut stomach.

“Of course you’d say a threesome. Such a typical male response.”

“What? You asked me what some of my fantasies were and that’s one of them sweetheart.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow and glance down at the unfairly attractive man below you.

“At least be original with your fantasies. And besides, you expect me to believe that you, Hugh Ransom Playboy Drysdale, have never had a threesome?” You quirk your eyebrow as you look at his stupidly handsome face in disbelief.

He smirks at you. “Believe it, sweetheart. I mean I’m aware I’m a sex god, but I’ve never divulged into more than one woman at a time.”

You once again roll your eyes. “Okay pretty boy, whatever you say.” You lay your head back down on his chest, enjoying this rare moment of cuddling between you 2. Yeah sure you guys were, well whatever you were, you still never put a label on it. But Ransom usually didn’t spend a lot of time cuddling.

“What about you, baby girl? What’s another fantasy of yours. Besides tying me up, which won’t be happening anytime soon.” He starts running his fingers through your hair, instantly making your eyes droop. You adored when someone played with your hair.

You did have another fantasy in mind. You were debating on whether or not you wanted to share. It was rather different. Then again the last time you had revealed one of your fantasies to him (public sex) it led to the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced. It also led to you getting kicked out and banned from Saks Fifth Avenue.

You’d never had this fantasy before, it was all his fault really. With his stupid toned, body. And his stupid bulging biceps. And his stupid handsome face. God you really hated him sometimes.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you should know I’ve never had this fantasy until I met and started sleeping with you. So, it’s your fault really.”

He smirks down at you. “Well go on and share with the class, baby girl.”

You look away from him and stare down at your hand that’s rested on his toned stomach. “Okay, so I know this might sound crazy but I’m super attracted to your arms. Like they really do it for me. So one of my fantasies is riding your bicep.” Your voice got quieter near the end of your admission.

His fingers stop running through your hair. You tense up waiting for his reaction. You chance a glance up at him. He’s staring at the ceiling, no expression on his face.

Next thing you know you feel his chest start to shake. He starts laughing uncontrollably. He has tears in his eyes. He reaches up to clutch his pec. You’ve never seen him laugh this hard before.

You feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you start untangling yourself from him. You just want to go crawl in a hole and die. You knew you should’ve just kept it to yourself. You feel his hand grab your wrist.

“Oh c-come on, sweet-sweetheart. You don’t h-have to leave.” He tries telling you in between fits of laughter. You yank your hand away and grab your clothes, standing to pull them on.

He finally realizes you're actually going to leave and stands up and gets in front of you. “I’m sorry baby girl, it just caught me off guard. Plus it’s just stupid. Really? You get to have my cock and you want to ride my bicep?”

You look up at him, cheeks still flushed red. “Sorry but you asked. Can we just forget I said anything? Go back to how it was before?”

He reaches forward and grabs your hip and pulls you closer to him, dropping a kiss to your forehead. “Sure thing, my strange little girl.”

“You’re not going to tell anybody about this right? I know you like to brag to your friends about our sex life. Kyle is still giving me shit about getting kicked out of Saks.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone about your stupid fantasy, Y/N. Now can we please just go back to bed? I wasn’t quite done with you yet. Please don’t go.” He tries pushing you towards the bed but you reach up your hand and push against his chest.

“I can’t Ransom, I’ve got to go home and start on my thesis. I’ve been here for 3 days now. I can’t keep putting it off.” You walk around him and grab up the rest of your stuff.

“Oh, so since I won’t let you indulge on your stupid fucking fantasy of riding my arm, you’re leaving. That’s a real bitch move, sweetheart.” He brushes past you and slams the door shut to his bathroom.

You stand there in disbelief. You really did need to go home and work on your thesis. And yes part of you was leaving a little earlier than planned but you didn’t really feel like being laughed at and judged anymore.

“God you are such a prick!” You scream at the closed door. You turn and stomp your way down the stairs and grab your coat and purse by the front door and slam it behind you.

You don’t hear from Ransom for 4 days. Which honestly you’re surprised you hear from him this early. Usually when you guys fight, you’re the one texting or calling him first. And yes you are aware of how pathetic that is but you love the douchebag, unfortunately.

Just as you’re taking a break from your thesis to watch a little Netflix, your phone starts to ring. You glance at the screen and are surprised to see Ransom’s number.

“Hello?” You pick up after the fourth ring.

“Hey, sweetheart. Listen I just wanted to apologize about how I acted when you had to leave. I’m sorry. I know your thesis is important and I was being selfish. Is there any way you can find it in your heart to forgive me?”

You have a few thoughts that run through your head. First thought, you wondered if this was really Ransom. You pulled your phone away from your ear and double checked the number. Yep it was him. The Second thought was while the apology was really sweet, you noticed he didn’t say anything about your little reveal to him. That was fine. Maybe he was respecting your wishes and pretending it didn’t happen.

“Thank you Ransom, your apology means a lot. I’ll forgive you.” You head into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Thank you sweetheart. I miss you. How is your thesis going?”

“Great, I’m actually taking a break for the day, I don’t want to burn myself out.” You head into the living room and plop down on the couch, grabbing the remote to get Netflix ready.

“That’s a good idea, beautiful. So does that mean I can see my girl tonight?” He sounds hopeful as he asks.

“Sure, your place or mine?”

“Actually some of the guys wanted to get together tonight and they are bringing their significant others so I was hoping you would want to come with me?” Once again sounding hopeful.

“Sure, it would do me some good to get out of the house. What time?” You glance at the clock on your wall and see that it’s 3:30.

“They want to meet up around 7 if that works for you? I could come over now and help you...relax.” You can just feel his smirk through the phone.

“As amazing as that sounds I really need to try to get a nap in. I’ve been working on my thesis non stop and haven’t gotten much sleep, is it ok if you just pick me up later? I’ll stay the night with you to make up for it.” You grab the blanket off the back of your couch and get comfortable.

“Sure, sure sweetheart. You go ahead and get plenty of rest. You’ll need it for when I get you home later.” He all but growls into the phone.

You clench your thighs together in anticipation. “Sounds good handsome, I’ll see you around 6:30?”

“Yeah, sounds good baby. Get some sleep, I love you.”

Once again you pull the phone away from your ear, Ransom rarely ever tells you he loves you. Sure he shows it, ok sometimes he does, but he rarely ever says it. He must feel really bad about how he treated you.

“Love you too, babe. Goodnight.” You hang up and set an alarm for 5 so you’ll have plenty of time to get ready. You put Friends on Netflix and drift off into a peaceful sleep.

You arrive at the bar with Ransom at around 6:50. Ransom helps you out of his Beemer and practically drags you inside. “Whoa, is there a fire? What’s the rush?” You say as you almost trip through the door.

He stops and looks back at you. “Sorry, Y/N.The last one to show up always has to pay the bill.” He turns his head and searches the bar for his friends.

“It’s not like you can’t afford it. Oh look there they are!” You smile and wave at them as you start walking towards the table. You actually don’t hate his friends entirely. Kyle is here with his girlfriend Kate and Todd is here with his fiancée Lily.

You quickly grab a seat next to Kate, she’s become a real good friend of yours. You wrap her in a hug. You say hi to everyone and turn to see Ransom standing there looking at you. “Hey babe, you gonna sit?”

“Yeah, just going to go get us some drinks first. What’s your poison tonight sweetheart?” He asks as he shrugs out of his coat and hangs it on the back of the chair next to you.

“Hmmm. I think an amaretto sour sounds amazing.” You smile up at him and he nods and heads to the bar. You turn back to Kate. “So are we the last ones to arrive?”

She laughs. “Nope, we are still waiting for Zac to show up. So everyone can thank him for the drinks tonight!” You inwardly cringe. Zac was the one friend of Ransom’s you couldn’t stand. You thought Ransom was a trust fund prick baby. Nothing compared to Zac. He walked around assuming his shit didn’t stink. You had asked Ransom once why he was still friends with him and Ransom just shrugged and said he was his longest friend. Going all the way back to childhood. So you put up with him for your boyfriends sake.

Ransom comes back with your drinks at the same time Zac shows up. He greets everyone and settles down right across from you. “Hello, Y/N. Nice to see you again.” He gives you a wink that makes you try your best not to throw up in your mouth. Ransom puts his arm around you and starts talking with Zac about some sports team or something. You’re not quite sure. You turn your attention to Kate as you, her, and Lily get into a discussion about the current gossip of the town.

About 2 amaretto sours later and it was just you and Kate left at the table. Todd and Lily left around 9:30, needing to get home to relieve their babysitter. And the rest of the guys were currently playing pool.

“So how have you and Ransom been doing? I remember you said the last time you guys were fighting a lot.” Kate asks as she takes another sip of her third cosmo.

“We’re doing great actually. Not fighting as much. I’ve been staying over a lot. So you know we haven’t been sleeping that much.” You giggle as you take another sip. Kate giggles with you, knowing how insatiable Ransom can be what with all the stories you’ve told her.

“Not gotten kicked out of any more stores have you?” She teases. “Oh my god that was one time!” You groan. “And totally worth it.” You wink at her as you look towards the guys. Ransom looks up at you and bites his bottom lip. Uh oh. You know that look. The last time he looked at you like that, you ended up pinned between him and the bathroom wall. Not that you minded.

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom, babe. I’ll be right back.” Kate tells you as she grabs her bag and heads towards the back of the bar where you know the restrooms to be. You grab your phone and start mindlessly scrolling through Insta.

You hear the chair pull out from beside you. “Well hello there gorgeous, why are you over here all by yourself?” You turn and see Zac leaning casually against the table, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, I’m just waiting on Kate to get back. Are you having fun playing pool?” You ask trying to be polite while silently praying he’ll leave you alone.

“Nah, they aren’t much fun to play against. I already kicked their asses.” He smirks as he scoots just the tiniest bit closer to you. You glance over at the pool table and see Kyle and Ransom hanging up their cues, getting ready to head back. You inwardly sigh in relief. “Well that’s nice.” You don’t really know what else to say to him.

Kyle and Ransom make their way back over and sit across from you and Zac. You smile at Ransom and try to silently tell him you’re ready to go. He just brushes you off and turns to Kyle, engaging him in another sports conversation. You roll your eyes and smile once you see Kate coming back.

“Hey boys, done playing already?” She wonders as she takes her seat back beside you. “We were tired of getting our asses kicked by Zac here.” Kyle jokingly says as he takes a swig of his beer. You get ready to turn back towards Kate when Zac puts a hand on your shoulder and leans closer.

“You know I’d let you ride my arm if you wanted hot stuff.” Your eyes immediately go wide as the table goes silent. You can’t seem to tear your gaze away from your hands. “What the hell Zac, that’s a fucking weird thing to say. Even for you.” Kate says disgustedly, glancing at you and seeing your expression.

“Well just ask her, it’s a fantasy of hers. One Ransom doesn’t want to participate in. So I thought I would offer up my services.” He starts chuckling, squeezing your shoulder a little harder. Kate looks at you with an odd expression. “What’s he talking about, Y/N? Is that really one of your fantasies?”

“That’s fucking weird.” You hear Kyle mutter under his breath. “What kind of freak are you dating, Ransom?” He turns towards Ransom with a chuckle. Ransom looks at him and starts chuckling himself. “I don’t know man, we were talking about fantasies the other night and she told me that was one of hers.”

You honestly couldn’t believe that he was sitting there talking to Kyle like you weren’t even in the room. You could feel the stupid tears start to well up. You had to get out of there before they fell. You push your chair back and grab your coat and purse. Ransom stands up with you. “Oh come on, baby. It’s funny! We can all laugh about this!”

You were having a hard time finding humor at your expense. You asked him specifically not to tell anybody and he fucking did it anyway. And to Zac of all people! God what an asshole.

You don’t even spare him another glance as you head for the entrance. “Y/n? Are you ok? You’d don’t deserve to be treated that way.” You turn around and see Kate standing there with a worried look on her face. “I’m fine, I just can’t be around him right now.” You see Ransom hurriedly coming toward you. “I’ve gotta go.”

You run outside and look around for a cab. Of course you don’t see any. “Y/N! Where are you going?” You start walking down the street. You know if you look back at him you’ll start crying. God what an asshole. You can’t believe he told your secret.

“Y/N! Will you stop acting like a bitch and come here so we can talk?” Oh, now you were pissed. You whip around and find him still a couple feet away from you. “Excuse me? I’m acting like a bitch? You’re the one who told your perverted friend my fantasy about you. What does that make you?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh my god why are you so upset about that? I told him because it’s fucking hilarious! My pathetic, dumb baby is so turned on by me she wants to hump my fucking arm. It’s one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard. Of course I had to tell someone!” He starts walking closer to you.

You take a step back for every step he takes towards you. “No Ransom it’s not fucking funny! You fucking asked me what fantasies I had and as my partner, I trusted you enough to tell you. I thought I could confide in you. That we shared something but clearly I was fucking wrong.”

“Dear god what is wrong, are you on the rag or something? Is that why you’re so upset?” He had at least stopped moving towards you.

Well that pissed you off even more. “Jesus fucking Christ. I’m dating a fucking child. Correction, WAS dating a child. Not any more I’m not!” You turn around and stomp down the street. Now more pissed than anything.

“Don’t you walk away from me, sweetheart!” He had now caught up to you and grabbed your arm, turning you towards him. “You don’t get to turn your back on this relationship!”

“What relationship Ransom! If I can’t trust you with a secret that I specifically told you not to tell anyone then what do we have? You promised you wouldn’t say anything. And on top of all that, you made me feel so stupid to even have those feelings in the first place!” You can feel the tears again. You yank your arm away.

“You expect me to not laugh and not make fun of your stupid fantasy when it’s something as stupid as humping my arm?” He throws his hands in the air, looking at you like you’re insane.

“Yes Ransom I do! Because I seem to remember a few months ago you confided in me that you wanted me to fuck you with a strap on and did I laugh or judge you? No!”

Ransom looks around wildly. “Jesus, will you shut the fuck up about that! I don’t want people knowing that!”

“Why not? It’s ok for you to judge me and make fun of me for a fantasy but it’s not ok for me to tell people YOU LIKE TO SOMETIMES GET FUCKED IN THE ASS?” You screamed the last part as loud as you could. Looking past him to see Kate laughing so hard that Kyle had to hold her up. Zac just gives you both a look of disgust.

“Fuck you, Y/n. We’re done!” Ransom turns around and starts walking away. “THANK GOD! AND HEY I WANT MY STRAP ON BACK.” You smirk triumphantly and head the opposite way down the street. Ready to go home and cry your frustrations out.

It’s been about 2 weeks since your whole ordeal with Ransom. According to Kate, he’s been miserable. Good that made you feel a bit better.

You hated that in spite of everything, you missed him. You were in love with him. Those feelings weren’t just going to go away anytime soon. He tried calling and texting you. You didn’t have the energy to answer.

You were currently working on your thesis when you hear a knock on your door. You get up and open it assuming it’s Kate. She had been checking on you every other day. Instead you meet the blue eyes of your ex.

“Hello, Hugh. What do you want?” You cross your arms over your chest and stand in the doorway so he can’t get inside.

You see him wince when you call him by his first name. “I just wanted to talk, Y/N. Can I come in? Please?” You stand your ground. “No, whatever you want to say to me you can say it here. Go ahead.” You raise your eyebrows expectantly. Waiting to see what pathetic excuse he has.

He sighs. And that’s when you look at him a little closer. His hair isn’t as neat as it usually is. His eyes are red. From crying or not sleeping, you can’t tell. Your resolve breaks just a little. “I just wanted to apologize. Do I have to do it from the hallway?”

You sigh and step aside, letting him in. “Fine, you have 5 minutes.” You tell him as you head towards the kitchen counter and lean against it.

He nods his head. “That’s fair. First off I just want to tell you how sorry I am. I’ve thought a lot about everything these past few weeks and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m an asshole.”

“Wow it took you the full 2 weeks to realize that huh?” You knew you were being a bitch, you didn’t care. He deserved it.

“I deserved that too. But what I’m mostly sorry for is how I treated you. You were completely right. It wasn’t fair of me to make fun of your secret. And to tell Zac. Whom I’m no longer friends with by the way. Not after he hit on you like that.” He makes eye contact with you and cautiously takes a step forward.

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart. I should’ve come after you as soon as you turned away from me. I regret that the most. Because despite what you believe, I do love you, Y/N. So damn much. These past few weeks have been hell. I can’t sleep without feeling you next to me. I know I’m asking for a lot here but is there any way we can start over? It’s killing me not having you in my life. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I can't let you go. You’re too important.”

By now you have tears falling, but so does he. You’ve never seen him cry in front of you before. God you hate him! You don’t want to forgive him that easily but you also want to go and hug him and soothe him until he stops crying.

“I don’t know, Hugh. You really hurt me.”

“I know baby, I know. Let me make it up to you. I’ll never betray your trust again, I promise.” He puts his hand over his heart and stares at you hopefully.

You can feel your walls breaking down. Dammit.

“Okay Ransom. But this is the last time, I swear to God.”

You’ve never seen a smile that big grace his face. He strides towards you and grabs your face. “Thank you, baby. You won’t regret this.” He tilts his head until his lips are touching yours. You smile into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him a bit closer. “You want to watch a movie with me?” You ask as you pull away.

He nods. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

You head over to the couch together and get comfortable. You’re leaning into his side with his arm around your shoulders. You finally find a movie you think you’ll both enjoy and hit play.

You both last about 40 minutes before the making out starts. You started it. You couldn’t help it. It’s been 2 weeks too long. You’re now straddling him with your hands fisted in his hair. You grind down on his evident bulge and get a groan from him. He has his hands on your hips, moving you harder down on to him. “Baby, should we move this to the bedroom?” He whispers in your ear as he moves his lips down your neck. You quickly hop off of him and skip to the bedroom. Not even bothering to see if he’s following, knowing damn well he’s right behind you.

He turns and shuts your bedroom door and saunters over towards you. He grabs your hips and pulls you against him. He goes in for another kiss but you put your hand up to his mouth. He pulls back with a confused expression.

“You know if you’re really sorry, you’ll let me indulge in a fantasy.” You smirk up at him. “Oh yeah, what did you have in mind, beautiful girl?” He asks as he starts nipping at your neck. “I think you should let me tie you up and take advantage of you.” You giggle into his ear.

He pulls back away from your neck to look you in the eye. “Is that what you want? To tie me up so I can’t touch you? To ride my fat cock and take your pleasure from me?” You shiver in anticipation and nod your head enthusiastically. “Alright sweetheart, just to show you how sorry I am, I’ll let you tie me up.”

You jump up and down and clap your hands. “Ok, strip for me big guy.” You don’t wait around to watch, sadly. You head into your closet to find some scarves you can tie him up with.

You find some that you think are going to be sturdy enough and head back into the bedroom. You find Ransom sitting against your headboard, naked as the day he was born, stroking his enormous cock. You lick your lips at the sight. “See something you like, babygirl?” He smirks, knowing you do.

“Oh, you have no idea.” You head over and tell him to lay on his back. He obeys obediently and stretches his arms and legs out. You start by tying his feet to your four poster bed. Once you're confident he’s secure, you head over and start tying his left hand to the bed. Once you get it tied you ask him to try to break away. He does and is not able to. You head over and tie his right arm the same way as his left.

Once he’s all tied up you back away and gaze at your work. Nodding in satisfaction you make eye contact with him as you start slowly stripping. He bites his lip as he stares hungrily at each new body part that comes into view. “Fuck baby, I need you so bad.” You glance at his cock and see he’s standing proud and at attention for you.

“All in good time, handsome. I’ll make it worth your while, don’t you worry.” Once you get completely naked you grab your panties off the floor and crawl up and straddle him right above where he wants you most. “I don’t think you’ll really need to be talking” You let him know as you stuff your panties in his mouth. His lust blow eyes look amused at your sudden dominant side. He thinks you’re adorable pretending to be a dom.

You start by pressing kisses down his neck and slowly moving your hips until you’re right above his cock. You lower just enough so that you can grind your drenched pussy on him. He groans and pushes his hips up into you as best he can. You glance up at his restraints and see he’s pulling on them and trying to get free. And then your gaze moves down to his bulging arms. That’s when the lightbulb goes off in your head. You lean down until your mouth is at his ear. “Well I guess since you’re all tied up I can go ahead and fulfill my other fantasy.” You whisper as you climb off of him.

He looks confused and pissed. Until you straddle his right arm and smirk down at him. “I’m taking what I want from you, right?” He eagerly nods and flexes his muscles, making you groan out in the process.

It takes you a minute to comprehend you’re really straddling his arm. You’re getting what you wanted. This almost never happens. You start off with a slow grind. You are so fucking wet. You know you’re drenching his arm and it’s running to the sheets. You don’t care. You feel so empowered. The feel of the vein in his arm dragging across your clit is exquisite. You start grinding a little faster, a little harder.

“You like me taking what I want from you pretty boy?” You glance down at him and he’s just looking back at you with lust blown eyes. He nods his head. You look over at his cock, it’s angrily leaking precum. “You’re such a slut for my pussy aren’t you, Ransom? Getting all worked up at me riding your arm. What a whore.” You spat as you pick up your pace, smacking his face in the process. You earn a growl from him. You know you’re gonna cum soon. You can feel the coil tightening. You throw your head back and moan his name out loud, grabbing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

Ransom has never seen anything so erotic in his life. Why was he denying you this in the first place? He doesn't remember. He’s so entranced watching you get yourself off on his bicep. He has to stop himself from coming.

It’s there, you feel it. You grab a fistful of his hair and grind down just a little harder and you feel the coil snap. You come so hard, your legs are shaking, screaming Ransom’s name. You have to grab onto his chest to keep yourself upright.

You glance down and see that he’s breathing heavily, cock leaking cum. “Awe does my poor pussy slut need to come?” You tease, letting your breathing calm down before you crawl towards his cock, ready to let him blow his load in your mouth.

You lower your mouth and kitten lick the very tip of his cock causing a loud growl to erupt from his chest. You are about to stuff him down your throat when a thought occurs to you. You sit back on your knees and look over at him. He’s looking back at you with an incredulous look on his face. “You know, I don’t really think you’re quite sorry enough yet for what you did to me. I think you need to lay here and think about it some more.” You tell him as you get off the bed and grab for your clothes. You start redressing and glance back at him.

He’s beyond pissed. He’s trying his hardest to pull at the scarves to break free. He’s yelling at you. It’s all mumbled around your panties that are still lodged in his mouth.

You head over to the door and open it. You turn around before leaving the room completely and look back at the pathetic man tied to your bed. “Maybe next time you want to laugh at one of my fantasies, you’ll remember this moment, Hugh.” You smirk about to close the door behind you. Ransom must have gotten the panties out of his mouth because the next thing you know, you’re being yelled at.

“Don’t you dare take another step, Y/N, you bitch! Get the fuck back here and untie me you fucking cunt!” You just close the door and laugh and head to your couch seeing that Netflix is still pulled up. You pick your favorite episode of Friends out and settle in. You turn it up to drown out Ransom who is still rudely yelling at you. You smirk to yourself and decide you’re going to leave him tied up for at least a couple of episodes.

[justreadingfics]

Looking For a Heartbeat (ch. 22/26)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left.  It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 5,2K

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, cute kids, dad!bucky. 

A/N:  Thank you @suz-123 for being so amazing. I’m sorry for taking so  long to write this one.  For some reason it  was one of the hardest chapters for me. Ooo, I finally  have chapter count and I’ll most likely end it at the 26th.Links are messing up posts, you can find the masterlist link on my description.

 *I’m going to add all the amazing stuff some people has made for this story on  the  masterlist link.(I should add that my Reader character has no specific physical characteristics, this is just one of the possible representations) this beautiful moodboard  was  made by @buckybarnesbeans​   thank you babe, I loved it. 

By the way, if you somehow feel inspired by my story and want to make a little something out of it, just know you’ll turn me into a very happy writer ;)

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 “She’s all wrinkled.”

“Oh, man!”

“It’s ok,” You chuckle when Harry lets the frustrated whisper out at Luna’s comment, one of the two children in his arms, careful not to wake the peacefully sleeping baby in the crib, “She does look a little wrinkled now, Luna. She came out of my belly just a couple of days ago.” You continue and laugh at the grimace the little girl gives at the information.

“I think she’s cute,” Jon whispers just like his father, gaining a smile from him.

“Thank you, Jon,” You reach and fumble with his hair, “She’ll look cuter in time, I promise, Luna,” You add, amused by the kid’s blatant disappointment at the newborn looks.

Summer ended up not having to stay in intensive care, like most premature babies. The first tests had shown the serum has made her healthier than most babies, but so far that’s it. Doctor Nadine explained that, whether it would make her strong like her dad or bring her any other super characteristic or not, only time would tell.

The first couple of days after you brought Summer home have been extremely busy, with a bustle of people coming and going, everyone wanting to take a little peek at the youngest habitant of the tower, showering her with all kinds of presents from this world and others. You don’t mind it, in fact, you love it, this just means how cared for Summer is by so many of your friends… your family. Besides, it’s certainly fun to watch Steve, the massive and respectful Captain America, bursting into ugly crying every time he gets a chance to hold Summer.

Bucky likes the crowd, too. He’s always eager to show off his daughter, bragging about how healthy and big she was when she was born, how quiet she is, how well she sleeps, how cute her little cry is -which it’s not-, but you let him say whatever. Watching how big his love for your baby is will always be one of the most special things you’ve ever seen…

He’s been staying at the tower, in his old bedroom, and hardly ever leaves yours and Summer’s side. Just now, like an hour or so before Harry arrived with the kids, Bucky only left to go grab some clean clothes from his apartment. You suspect he’s staying a little longer…

“We brought presents,” Luna announces, lifting a little box to the air, after her dad puts her and her twin on the floor.

“Shhh, Luna, the baby is sleeping,” Jon places a finger over his mouth, holding another similar box in his other hand.

“It’s ok.  Summer sleeps like a rock, thank God,” You give Harry a sigh of relief, who chuckles, before you turn back to the little ones, “Ooo, presents, she loves presents, can I see them?” You crouch, reaching out for the boxes, which they both hand you, bouncing on their legs and giggling.

“They chose them themselves,” Harry says, proudly, sitting on the fluffy carpet, following you and the kids.

They both help you unwrap the boxes, and you find two little figures with big bouncy heads. You know what they are. Funko Pops. They’ve made a few of the Avengers before, including one from you.  

“This is Luna Lovegood.”  Luna announces as you stare questioningly at the little figures. She leans over and points to the female one. A blond little girl with big and weird colored glasses.

“This is Jon Snow.” Her brother, points to the male one, all in black and holding up a sword.

You shoot an entertained look at Harry, who only cringes and try to hide into himself.

“Oh, wow, Luna and Jon. It’s you guys?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“Hum-hum,” They both nod, “And we’ll protect Summer when she cries.” Luna adds.

“Oh,” Your heart melts as you smile and your eyes can’t help but water at the sweetness of their intent, “That’s amazing. Thank you so much.” You bring the little Funkos to your chest, “Summer will love them and I’m so glad she has you guys to protect her. I’ll put them on the shelf right next to her crib, alright?”

They seem pleased with the information as they lift up their chin and smile widely. After giving each a kiss on the cheek and add Harry as a receiver of the thankful gesture, you get up to place the little images on the shelves with Summer’s many stuffies her dad bought her. Not to mention the human size one Tony gave her and now occupies a great deal of the room.

“Mr. Bucky!”

You hear them both shouting in unison and look over your shoulder just in time to watch the two little kids running and throwing themselves at Bucky, who promptly catches them by the  door.

“Ugh, hey, hey,” He adjusts them on each arm, grinning, “How are you guys doing?”

“We’re fine, your little baby is sleeping,” Luna informs quickly, swinging her legs and playing with a lock of his hair absentmindedly.

“She’s cute,” Jon adds from the other arm making Bucky’s smile grow even bigger.

“She is, isn’t she, pal?”

“She’s a little too wrinkled now, but Y/N says she’ll get cuter soon, we brought her presents, look, there’s a huge bear over there, bigger than you, Mr. Bucky,” Luna utters quickly and effusively, with her usual and childish honesty.

Bucky laughs a full belly laugh, before placing them back on the floor. He smiles at you before turning to Harry, who’s now standing up, trying to find some place on his clothes to shove his hands into.

“Hey, man,” Bucky clears his throat and his smile drops a bit when he reaches his hand for Harry to shake.

“Hey, ahm, Summer is beautiful, congratulations,” Harry says, accepting his handshake.

The smile tugs at Bucky’s lips again at the mention of Summer, and after thanking him and letting go of Harry’s hand, he walks towards the crib to watch her sleeping.

You sigh, grabbing a couple of stuffies to show the kids… You noticed how tense Bucky got at the sight of Harry …You hate that.

“Oh, well, well, if it ain’t the Super Spy twins I see? I should take cover.”

“Auntie Nat,” Another burst of happy squeals fills up the room and you’re thankful Summer really seems to be a pretty heavy sleeper so far.

The twins rush to go give Nat a hug. You can’t help but beam at the scene. Nat has told you she and Harry had took the kids on a couple of dates -  without actually telling them about the true nature of their relationship and by the “auntie” before “Nat” and the excitement on their little faces as she crouches to receive their hug, the dates were a success. You couldn’t be happier for your friend.

Glancing over Harry,  you spot the stupid and infatuated look you have ever seen someone put on as his gaze is stuck on the three of them. When his eyes flicker and meet yours, he instantly  straightens up, clearing his throat and blushing harder than when he met Steve.

You chuckle quietly, but doesn’t say or let out any sign of the fact you know exactly the cause of the dumb look on his face.  If they want it that way, you respect that. All this while Bucky remains oblivious to the scene, completely enamored of the little figure on the crib, just staring at her, like he’s done a lot the last few days.

“Hey, Nat,” you greet, with a smirk adorning your face as you saunter over  her, raising a suggestive eyebrow before you hand the little stuffies to Luna and Jon.

“Ahhh, so cute,” Luna yelps and she and Jon entertain themselves with the little bears.

“Hey, hot mama,” She greets back, kissing your cheek, “Hey, there,” She says in her huskiest voice and nods at Harry, taking a not so subtle bite on her lip as she shamelessly gives him a once over.

“H-hi, hey,” He stutters, adjusting his glasses. He doesn’t even dare to look at your direction. How haven’t you noticed those two before?     

“Where’s my girl?” Natasha turns back to you - as if she hasn’t just almost murdered Harry – and puts emphasis on girl. After Summer was born and the secrecy was over, Nat was the absolutely cheeriest in finding out Summer was a girl. I knew it, not a traitor. You believe these were the exact first words she said to the baby with happy tears in her eyes, “Is our little sun, asleep?” She asks, already moving over to the crib.  

In line with her question, the cry Bucky insists on calling “sweet” fills up the room.

“There she is,” you laugh and everyone’s attention turn to the little baby already in Bucky’s arms.

You walk over him as he rocks her and simultaneously checks her diaper, “Ooo, a pretty girl needs a change,” he announces, “Hey, Nat,” He smiles, “It’s ok, it’s my turn,” He addresses to you when you reach to take her, and, as he strikes a baby talk with Summer, he already places her on the changer. You notice he ends up touching her with his metal arm – the gentlest of touches- which makes you feel relieved and proud at the same time.    

“Oh, ok. I think it’s time to feed her again, too. I’ll do it after you’re done.” You say.   

As he starts the process of changing Summer, with the most tender moves you’ve ever seen, Nat stands beside him, caressing her face with the back of her finger and quietly singing a Russian lullaby to soothe her exasperated crying. Your heart turns into a puddle at the scene of two of the deadliest assassins in the world at the complete mercy of the little baby.

“Ahm, we should go, kids.” Harry calls from behind you, enticing effusive lament sounds from the little ones, who’ve been playing with the stuffies.

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” You try to argue as you turn back to them. 

Summer has now eased down her crying, allowing Auntie Nat to the rescue, “Why don’t we go grab some ice cream, huh guys?” She claps her hand, bending over.

Two little faces light up at the proposal, “I want three scoops.” Luna shouts, dropping the stuffie to the floor as her little feet bolts towards a grinning Nat. 

“I want four.” Jon quickly follows her sister and, just  like her, grabs Nat’s hand before they both start pulling her towards the door. 

“Five…” You hear the little girl’s voice, as they’re already out of the room.

When Harry turns to you he’s not even trying to hide the shit-eating smile on his lips anymore. He shrugs before you tell your goodbyes.

~~~

Becoming a mother is truly an interesting process, to say the least,  you understand it more and more, as the months go by with Summer by your side. While one moment it feels like you’ve been awakened for too long, the hours of feeding are endless and you miss missions and it’s like you’ll never adjust to your new routine; at others, you’re crying because your baby is growing too fast, you’re afraid to screw her up and you don’t want to do anything but hold her close to you and never let go.

You love your kid with all your heart and more than anything, but you’re still trying to figure out how to be a mother most of the time- earning you a  lot of long ass sessions with Heloise. While every so often you struggle with your new life, Bucky, as it turns out, is a natural. It’s like he was born to be a father. He does everything with you: he gives her baths, he rocks her to sleep, changes diapers, tells stories she, despite being too young to actually understand them, pays focused attention on... Little by little, his fear of touching her with his metal arm has vanished and it’s like he doesn’t even remember he has it. As a matter of fact, it turns out to be a very useful tool to cool down Summer when the heat is too strong.

One night, while you three struggle with infant cramps and he calms her down by waddling her snugly in a blanket, rubbing soft circles on her back, he tells you he’s been remembering of how he used to take care of his younger sisters and that’s why it seems so much easier with Summer now.

Around the second month after her birth he still hasn’t gone back to his apartment and that’s when the following scene takes place, while you’re feeding Summer on the couch in your living room and he’s right there by your side, dreamily caressing her chubby cheeks -  a habit that often distracts the baby and makes her stop sucking and prolonging the time you spend feeding her, but you would never tell him that. A particularly loud sigh from him catches your attention, making you shift your gaze from your daughter, peacefully dozing in your arms, to him.

“Are you ok?” You asked softly as your eyebrows draw together.

His gaze snaps to you for a second before it drops back to Summer, “Yeah, it’s just… I have to come back to my apartment and… it hurts…” He sighs, “Just the idea of staying away from her… it physically pains me.”

“Oh,” it slips from your mouth, before you look back to her. You imagine what it would feel if you had to stay apart from her… No. Not happening, “Why do you have to go?” You ask.

Hopeful eyes bore into yours, “You wouldn’t mind? I mean…”

His hesitation makes you scoff, “Why would I? This is your home.” You say, shrugging and nodding at Summer, making clear what you mean by “home.”

At the very next day, Bucky moves back to the Tower. But, instead of occupying his old room, he accepts your offer to stay  in a spare bedroom in the apartment Tony made for you. Three floors apart would be too far away from Summer, after all…

On the days after his moving, it doesn’t slip from your attention that, after you ask Friday to wake you up again if he had nightmares – like you did what if feels like ages ago- not even once she ends up having to do it, since, while he’s not taking care of Summer, he sleeps peacefully and deeply…

~~~

When Summer is six months old you decide to go back to missions. You start with small and quick ones that don’t require you to leave the city. Staying away from her those few moments is a sweet pain, but one you know it’ll be good for you. And for her, honestly.

Bucky decides to wait a little longer, which you’re glad for. You’re not sure how you feel about a nanny or daycare yet. Bucky’s safe and you’re very fond of safe when it comes to your baby daughter.

One of his favorite things in the world is to dress up Summer. While you usually go for the most practical pieces of clothing you find, he likes to adorn her hair with big bows, ribbons, tiaras, cute hats matching the most adorable dresses, buying her new ones almost on a daily basis. All of it very comfortable and harmless for her, of course.

She’s nine months old when Tony pulls up a small party to celebrate Pepper’s birthday. If it were up to him, he would definitely go big at the celebration, but Pepper said she preferred something small and he respected it. Well, at least as far as Tony Stark’s concept of “small” would go.  He uses the pool area for the party, inviting the Avengers, a few agents from fellow organizations and a small group of friends.  

This is Summer’s first real party and she looks absolutely endearing in Bucky’s arms when you three walk into the place. He’s chosen a red dress with white polka dots for her. There’s a white bowknot on the waist matching a big ribbon of the same color on her head and white little party shoes. She’s swaying her legs back and forth, as one arm rests lazily around her dad’s neck and she shifts her gaze from him to all the people who stop by to tell her what a beautiful baby she is.

Each day she looks more and more like you, but some traces are all her father’s, like her big blue eyes. But what really fills your heart with love and pride is that Summer is growing into a pretty sociable and charming kid. Everyone around her at the party gains a huge smile as a response and, if the praise really pleases her, she lets out a giggle and puts up a funny scrunched up face you’ve taught her to do. The cutest.

“Auntie Nat… Auntie Nat…” Natasha repeats in a baby voice, playing with Summer’s little hand.

“Cool down, Natasha, she’s nine months old.” Sam rolls his eyes beside her, before shaking his head at you.  

“This girl is a prodigy. And, you don’t get to say anything, it’s already enough her first smile was to you.” Nat grimaces at him.

“She loves Uncle Sam, don’t you, pretty girl? Don’t you?” Sam also uses his baby voice, brushing his finger on Summer’s nose, pulling out a giggle from the happy baby and a snarl from Nat.   

Her first smile was indeed aimed to Sam while he made a weird dance for her. Bucky was absolutely devastated. At least he turned out being the second person to make her smile, by imitating exactly what Sam was doing. However, for Steve’s dismay and many of the others, her undeniably favorite uncle is Thor with all the lightning magic he pulls for her, even if he doesn’t show up as much as the others. She loves all her uncles and aunties, though, dearly, which she should for being so spoiled by all of them.

“Come on, stop it. She loves all of you, guys…” You intercede. You can’t resist and pop a loud kiss on your daughter’s soft and chubby cheek. 

“But no more than she loves her daddy, of course.” Bucky pecks her other one and you two end up trapping the baby girl between a series of tiny kisses.      

“Oh, God, that’s too sweet, I’m gonna get sick…” Sam makes a face, but smiles anyway and you pull your tongue out, “Ok. I’m going to take a look around,” He says, after chuckling at the three of you.  

“Me too,” Nat says,  “Are you guys sitting down here?” She asks, pointing at the nearest table.

You’ve just arrived, but haven’t really still settled. When the favorite little person of the team gets in the place, there’s a lot of stops on your way so everyone can say hello and gush praises on her.  

“Uhm, yeah,” You answer, before addressing to Bucky, “What about we sit for a moment, then we can take Summer to play a bit and watch the kids.” You point to the playground where a number of recreation workers entertain the children.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Bucky agrees, already pushing stroller with his free hand towards the table.

After Nat and Sam leave and the three of you set yourselves on the round table, Wanda approaches and somehow manages to steal Summer from Bucky’s arms, sitting down next to you and snatching the kid’s attention with red drawings in the air.

“I’m gonna go say hello to Steve and grab some food, I’m starving. Do you want anything?” Bucky asks you, already getting up.

“Oh, sure, thank you.” You’re starving too, getting ready to go out with a baby, even in the same tower you live, isn’t a walk in the park and you’ve forgotten to eat at all that morning, “Can you bring, uhm,” You twist your mouth and frown, thinking about all the goodies that can be easily found at Tony’s parties every single  time, “Ooo, see if there’s lobster sliders, ugh, of course, those little fried shrimp balls, a bit of potato chips and-”

“Garlic bread.” He winks at you with a knowing smirk on his face.

A smile twists your lips widely, enticing one of his own, “Yeah, garlic bread,” You confirm, softly.  

Someone clearing their throat bursts the little bubble quickly growing around you and him. This… the bubble… has been happening a lot lately. You turn to the sound’s direction to see Wanda staring at both of you, eyebrows high on her forehead, while Summer is also watching quietly you and Bucky from her lap. 

“Oh, do you want anything, Wands?” Bucky asks, brushing the back of his neck.

“I’m good, thanks.”  She answers with a small smile.

“Alright, be right back.” He rushes away after kissing the top of Summer’s head.

You lean to grab a bottle of water from the bucket of ice a waiter has left there when you sat.

“What the hell are you doing?”  

“What do you mean?” You don’t look at Wanda, pouring some water on your glass before  taking a sip.

“You and Bucky.”

“Don’t even go there, Wands. There’s no me and Bucky.” You notice Summer starting to fuss with nothing to do and reach for the bag the grab and give her a pair of maracas, her current favorite toy.   She accepts it and promptly starts to swing them to the air, loving the noise it produces. You smile fondly at her.

“You’re honestly going to tell me you don’t see what’s going on?” Wanda tilts her head.

You shrug, still focusing on Summer, who keeps playing excitedly on her aunt’s lap.

“I think it’s been what?” Wanda insists with a bit of impatience seeping into her tone, “Nine months since I last saw you two separated from one another? You’re keep doing things together and for each other… I felt completely invisible here. Did he actually complete your sentence? For God’s sake, he lives in your apartment, Y.N.”

Your eyes snap up to her.

“You’re living a married life without actually being married.” Her gaze bore into yours and you can see the care in them.

You halt for a second. If you think about it, it’s true. You haven’t talked about your relationship again but you did fall into a routine of a couple. You do everything together, he’s living with you…  You haven’t even thought about seeing someone else and you’re pretty sure he hasn’t either. It feels so different from before… before you left, but at the same time, it feels like nothing has changed, like you’ve never left and you still belong to each other. Except you don’t… Not really. 

 It’s been good this way. So good… but you would die and kill to kiss him again. Not a kiss like the one you two gave at Summer’s birth, but a passionate, devastatingly breathtaking kiss, you dream about frequently…to feel his hot skin against yours… to hold him in your sleep...

But this is you… It doesn’t mean he feels the same way and if you try anything and this isn’t what he wants or maybe what he’s ready for…

“We’re being parents, Wands.” When you finally speak is but a whisper. “We haven’t had time to think of anything other than Summer all this time. You’re right, we’ve been really…huh… attached to each other ever since she was born and it’s so worthy to be like this. I’m so happy. He’s happy. I’m afraid that…” You take in a deep breath, looking down.

“That if you try to change it, you’ll lose it. You’ll lose him.” Wanda speak your mind and you know she is not even using her powers.

You nod quietly.

“Oh, honey…”

You tighten your lips in a sad smile and shrug.

“Hey, there,” Harry’s voice catches the attention from both of you as he walks towards the table. Well, the three of you, actually, since Summer swings her little maracas even harder and puts on a beautiful and almost toothless grin for him.

After you and Wanda answer his greeting, Harry goes straight to Summer and excuses himself to grab her from Wanda’s lap, lifting her into the air, ripping out happy squeaks from the baby and fond looks from the two adults, seizing the previous subject completely. Harry and the kids have been visiting a lot ever since she was born and Summer absolutely adores them, especially the kids.

“Where’s Luna and Jon?” You ask. 

“Oh, they went straight to the playground.”  He answers after blowing a few raspberries on Summer’s  stomach,  making her squirm and giggle.  “I was looking for…ahm,” He seems taken aback for a moment, shifting gazes from you to Wanda, “I haven’t seen anyone else, is, huh, everyone here, yet?”

Wanda smirks at you, before standing up, “Don’t worry, I’ll let Nat know you’re here. I’ll talk to you later, Y/N,” She taps Harry’s shoulder on her way out.

Harry’s jaw drops at her comment and he’s livid when he looks back at you, “I- why- I don’t know why she-”

“Hush, Harry,” you snicker, interrupting him while before he becomes a stuttering mess, “Come, sit here,” you tap Wanda’s vacant spot and he does as you say, a sheepish and confused look on his face, “I know.”  You smile at him.

He gapes at you while he adjusts Summer on his lap and she goes back to play with her pair of maracas, “You know?” His whole face turns into crimson red and his eyes grow impossibly round.

“I do, took me  a while to figure it out I admit it,” you shake your head, mocking a disappointment face at yourself, “I’m not sure how long Wanda knows but, powers or not, it’s almost impossible to hide anything from her,” you add a little bitterly given the bit of conversation you’ve just had with her.

“Oh…  I thought no one knew yet.” He seems lost in his own thoughts. 

“Listen, Harry,” You lean closer to him, “I understand why you two decided to keep it as a secret, but I just wanted you to know…I’ve never seen her so happy as these last few months.”

His whole face lights up and he can’t help the curl on his lips while he adjusts his glasses on his face, “R-really?”

“Really,” You nod, smiling “And I’m so damn happy for the two of you, as well. You both deserve what’s best.”

While his grin grows bigger, Summer eyes raise from her maracas to you and she drops the toy to the floor, reaching her little arms to you. 

“Oh, come here, my little sun,” You promptly take her from Harry’s lap to yours. Someone misses mommy and your heart never ceases to skip a beat every time she does that.

After you kiss your daughter’s forehead and tickle her sides, she lays back comfortably against you and you go back to Harry,  “You better take care of her, mister, or you’ll have to deal with one super person or two.”

 “Oh no, don’t worry, I’ve only felt this way once before, and…”He says quietly, “Goddammit, I love her… I love her.” He repeats as his chest heavies.

“Oh my God, Harry.” You gasp and immediately pulls him into a hug, which he quickly  responds. Two of your best friends in love- because you damn well know Nat’s in love with him too- is one hell of a huge thing and your heart fills up with pride and hope for them.

When you part from Harry, you spot a broad figure standing by the table. Summer lets out happy squeals at the sight of her father. He only takes his eyes away from Harry  to smile at the baby, while managing to carry four plates filled with food on his arms.

“Oh, hey.” Harry beams, the joy of the confession still lingering on his whole demeanour.

“Hey, uhm, Wanda told me to tell you to come back to the playground and you’ll find what you’re looking for.” Bucky narrows his eyes at him.

“Oh, ok”  Harry can’t hide his excitement when his gaze find yours, “Got to go, see you guys around?”

“Sure,” You nod at him, still smiling.

Once he’s gone, Bucky takes his seat beside you, disposing the plates on the table. You put Summer on the stroller, handing her a few more toys, so you two can take a little time to eat.

 A few minutes later you have already devoured the lobster slider and Bucky remains silent, apart from a brooding noise or two as answers to your attempts at making conversation. He hasn’t even touched his food and just plays with it in a very evident gloomy way.  

Considering Harry is a constant presence in your lives, one would think Bucky would have cooled down his initial wariness of him. And he did. He truly did. However, you notice sometimes he gets like this when you’re somehow a little too expressive with your friendly affection for Harry. You’re not sure if this is jealous and of what he could be jealous of, but you hate to see him like that.  

“Hey, Bucky,” you call, absentmindedly.

He just hums to acknowledge it.  

“Take a look over there.”

He gazes at you, before following the direction of your pointing finger: Nat and Harry, right across the pool, with their back to you as they watch Luna and Jon playing with the rest of the kids. Sam standing on Nat’s other side.  

“What?” He frowns at you.

“Just…keep looking.”

He turns back to them and, just a few seconds later, you both watch as Nat’s hand navigates smoothly to grab one of Harry’s butt cheeks.

You laugh quietly when Bucky’s jaw drops.  

“No way,” his eyes widen and he looks back at you.

“Way…Since that car accident, before Summer was born,” You inform, relishing in his astonished expression. A very similar one to the face you’ve might have had when you found out.

He lets out a loud and long laugh and his shoulder loses all the tenseness. Shaking his head in disbelief, he reaches out and grabs a piece of garlic bread from your plate to shove it in his mouth. 

A small smile remains on his lips for the rest of the day while Wanda’s words echo into your mind…

What the hell are you doing?

~ ~ ~

Ch.  23 coming soon. 

[alisondepartedbear]

Just Breathe

Everything is not what it seems in Swellview, a kidnapper is running amok while Henry faces some challenging trials in his life. The boy most overcome what is inside to deal with major life changes.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

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Chapter Four

"Good morning, this is Cheryl Gomez with Channel Six News." says the very attractive newscaster as she does every morning. I've had a huge crush on her since I was twelve. Every time I've been interviewed by her, being Kid Danger, I blush insanely under the mask and always have the biggest toothy smile.

"At 3:30 this morning, Elena Gilbert was reported missing. She was last seen crossing the street from Melbourne to Salvatore. She's five feet tall, dark brown hair-"

Piper gasps beside me when the photo of the girl appears on screen.

"She's in my grade! She's in my 3rd block!" Piper yells.

Oh my god.

"I saw her on Friday. She walked into the store." I whisper remembering her and her family.

"That would've been the day she went missing," She says. "You know, since it takes at least 24 hours to report a person."

A chill runs through my body at the possibility of her parents, Jasper, and me being the last people to see her. I have to go talk to Ray before school. Picking up my phone for the time I see its only seven. Ray couldn't possibly be awake but this was serious.

"Uh, Piper, I gotta go swing by work." I get up and grab my keys from the console table by the door.

"What do you mean? You're my ride!"

I spin back to her and tap my foot, putting my hands on my hips. "Piper,"

She rolls her eyes and looks to her phone. "Fine, I'll get a friend to take me."

"Thank you," I bow to her before walking out.

When I pull onto Thames street, I notice a cop car outside Junk'n'Stuff. I pull in behind them and park. Walking into the store, I see Ray, a cop, and an unknown man standing at the counter.

"Hey, kid," Ray says trying to conceal a confused face.

"Hey, what goes on?" I ask. My heart starts to speed up as I near the policeman. I always have this gut feeling that they know who Ray and I are.

Both men were dressed in the classic blue slacks and button up. Their badges shine from the lights in the room, almost blinding me. A man with thick framed black glasses and an Afro smiles at me.

"I'm Detective Shapiro," His voice was smooth and soft; trusting. "How are ya this morning?"

"Henry Hart, and I'm fine. What about yourself?" I can almost see the physical cringe when he clasps his hand onto my sweat soaked one. He shakes quickly before taking his hand back and wiping it on his shirt.

"Oh, just dandy. Do you know Ray or are you just a customer?"

"He's my second-in-command." Ray says with a smile that makes me beam. I get giddy when someone brags about me. It's like a dog wagging its tail; I almost always sit up and smile. "My left hand man,"

"Oh, that's great! Ray and I go way back, went to high school together."

I glance at his partner and know he's annoyed. This guy had a five o'clock shadow and tired eyes. He kept switching his gaze from his partner and the security monitors. He looked how I felt...dead. After my family's pity party yesterday, I couldn't help but create my own in my bedroom until late in the night. Standing here under the bright lights were making objects beat and pulse, I can't imagine what it'll be like at school.

"Oh, really," I force out. "Ray doesn't talk much about high school."

"There's a reason for it." I hear Ray say under his breath.

I look at him. He has his back turned to us doing what seems to be searching in a box. "Hey, Ray, can I help?"

"Yeah, do you know where the security tapes are from yesterday? For inside and outside."

I nod and walk behind the counter to get them.

"I can't believe you still use tapes. You're probably the only guy in town." said the unnamed partner.

Ray scoffs like he knows something magical about using tapes. "Well I guess we just like doing it the original way." He leans on the glass. "So have you guys got leads on the girl yet? Heard she was headed towards a bookstore on Salvatore,"

"There's not much to say." Detective Shapiro says shrugging. I turn back to them and set the four tapes on the counter. He picks them up. "But these tapes will sure help." He tapes them a few times with his fingers.

"Well, just hit me up if anything else is needed."

Detective Shapiro winks. "Of course, of course, let's go Parker." The silent cop follows after the Detective. That wink didn't help my nerves.

"Do you think they know who we are?" I ask Ray when the door shuts.

"No," He immediately says. Ray turns to me now, looking up and down. "You look a wreck. Why are you here?"

"For Elena! I just saw on the news. We gotta do something. This is the second kidnapping-"

"I know, and I got it. I'm just thinking." Ray makes his way to the back. I follow him.

"What are you thinking?"

Ray stops at the elevator and turns back. "Fine, I don't have any thoughts. But I did make an extra copy of those surveillance tapes." He says with a wicked smile.

"Good! We can go-"

"Nope," He grabs hold of my arm before I make it passed him. "You're going to school."

"I need-"

"I'll watch the tapes with Schwoz and make highlights. There's probably nothing on them. They said she was on Salvatore Street anyway."

"Ray, ple-"

"No, get out." Ray points to the front door sternly, eyebrows raised high.

I make it to school but not into the building. Something has me rooted to the seat. Glancing up at the school, I see our security man walking the perimeter, making sure no one was leaving cigarette butts in the parking lot, and that no kids were out smoking weed, skipping class, or having a panic attack.

A gasp runs through my chest with a sharp pain that makes me clench the skin above my heart. Closing my eyes, I try to breathe through my nose and out my mouth, but each release is gasps of air. My eyes squeeze shut and I lean forward. Without a thought, I recline the seat and lay back to curl into myself. Dad's words run through my head from last night, wondering how long he knew. The tears from last night return too. They fall harder when the images of Elena pops in my mind. Wishing I could go back and tell her parents to watch her all night. Last night I found the name of the boy that was kidnapped. Trevor Millton. He's only 11. I wonder how scared they are. How fast their hearts of beating from fear. If they're being feed. Trevor's been gone for almost five days. The body can't go without water for long.

I lay curled up and crying for a while, letting my mind slip into circle thoughts. Thinking about the kids dying, and about how I want to die. I wish it were cold enough to freeze me. I wouldn't need to deal with this if I were a ghost I think. But now, right here, my eyes burn and hurt. They feel tired from all the crying from the past twelve hours. Blindly, I reach in the back floorboard for a water bottle. After finding two, I take the cold bottles and press them on my eyelids. Some shuddering breaths come out from the sudden cold but I give in to the numbness it brings and sleep.

*knockknockknock*

...

...

*knockknockknock*

I peek with an eye over my shoulder to see Charlotte with a pinched face. Huffing a huge breath as I flip over, I raise the seat. When I open the door a warm breeze whips through almost shutting it again, Charlotte grabs a hold to open it wider.

"What are you doing?" She doesn't miss a beat.

"Taking a nap," The sun have risen a bit and I squint my eyes at her with a little smile. "What are you doing?"

"Checking if you're dead," She crosses her arms and leans against the door. "Officer Poke saw you and rather than yell at you, called for me to."

I snicker before letting my smile fall, remembering why I was taking nap. Charlotte sits on the concrete in front me. She wore jeans and a yellow shirt marked with little white sharks. Her hair was up showing off her dangling diamond flower earrings. I raise my finger to my ear and flip the lobe.

"Cute,"

She smiles and puts her hand to her ear too. I don't know if it's the heat outside but I could've sworn her cheeks looked tinted just then. "Thank you,"

I wave my hand at her, trying to be nonchalant. My fingers play with the frayed strings on the cut in my jeans. Another breeze comes through.

"What's going on?" She taps my shoes with her's.

I look down at her as I curl into my knees. "My-" I shield my eyes from her with my hand. "Things aren't great."

"I know, Henry. But I really believe that you and Ray-"

"Besides the obvious," I raise my voice. She's wrong. She's wrong.

Not wanting to get irritated, I close my eyes and try to control my breathing. Then the smell of orange blossoms come and I open my eyes again. Now Charlotte's standing in front of me, leaning against the door frame. Just a lot closer than before. Her doll eyes search over my face.

"What else is wrong?"

"My family," I could only manage a whisper. I didn't think she heard me until she reached with her hand and grabbed mine.

Squeezing my hand, she whispered back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head. She steps back and lets go of my hand. Whipping my head up, not ready to let go, I see her with her arms a little open. "Hug me then,"

Stepping out of the car, my legs feel wobbly. She grabs my waist and pulls me close. I put my arms around her and lay my head against hers. My chest swells and I can't breathe again. I gasp and she starts to rub her hand on my back. With all my muscles I want to relax and let her comfort me, but a shake runs through my body and I let my head fall to her shoulder. My fingers grip her shoulders while I try to steady myself.

"Charlotte," I gasp out.

Charlotte holds me tighter, bringing me down further. "I know, I'm sorry." She repeats a few times. "I wish it wasn't like this."

A few minutes pass before I know I can look her in the eyes again. I pull away and sit back in the car. She looks down at me with soft smile and squeezes my shoulder.

"Please, talk to me when you're ready, even if it's super late. Okay?"

I nod.

"Alright," She steps back. "I'm telling Ms. Polly in the office that you need ten more minutes and then you'll be in. You cannot miss school. Ray will have you're head."

I nod returning the smile. "Thank you,"

She nods too before turning to leave.

That afternoon Charlotte, Jasper, and I went straight to Junk'n'Stuff. Jasper took his post upstairs while Charlotte and I headed down to Ray and Schwoz.

"We watched almost seventeen hours of footage, and found nothing." Schwoz says popping a cheese puff in his mouth. He looked very tired while he rested his head on the table with the couch.

Charlotte puts her hands on her hips. "You guys suck." She walks to Ray who was sitting at the computer.

"We have nothing to work off of!" Ray stands to pace about the front of the room. Charlotte takes her usual seat at the computer. "If we had all those security tapes the police do, we'd be golden."

"Well you don't." Charlotte logs into the computer and begins pulling up websites and programs.

"Little girl, we won't be friends if you keep talking like that." Schwoz snaps his fingers at her.

"Are we friends?" She asks putting an emphasis on the first word.

Schwoz scoffs in annoyance. I laugh at them as I sit next to him. When I steal a few cheese puffs, he pats my hand away. "So how was school?" He asks as he does everyday like the dad he is.

"Lame," I tell him shoving the puffs in my mouth, grabbing more.

"He's just saying that because he lost at HORSE twice." Charlotte doesn't even look back as she sasses.

"Why do you gotta tell him?" I whine. Ray passes me for a third time while pacing. "Why don't you ask your detective friend for help again? He seemed nice."

"Shapiro?" Ray scoffs. "No, he won't help. Too loyal to the force," He mocks.

"I'm not. Charlotte, you think you can get into police records?" I ask.

The phone on the desk rings. Charlotte picks up without answering me or the phone. She just sits and listens.

Ray walks up to stand behind her chair. "What are you doing?" He whispers.

She holds a finger up signaling him to be quiet. Silently, she writes a couple things on a piece of paper with her fluffy blue pen. Before too long, Charlotte puts the phone down.

"I got cop information." She says holding the paper as if it was gold. "There's a lead."

Ray snatches the paper from her to read. He smiles at Charlotte. "Good job. She found out about a tip. The person said there'd be another kidnapping at Swellview Park."

"How'd you do that?"

"There's a cop at the precinct that I pay to give me tips, as long as when he calls me I stay silent. He said there's a chance the line is recorded." She shrugs. I smile at her with pride. As always, she's three steps ahead of the rest of us.

"How much you pay him?" I ask.

"100 or 200 depending on the case,"

"That's smart," Ray nods then he whips his head to her. "Whose money are you using?"

"Yours," She says with a smile. "You don't pay me that kind of money to use my own."

"I know that's why I asked! You can't-"

"Shouldn't we go to the park?" I ask stepping in. "See if they need help,"

Ray gives up on yelling at Charlotte to grab his bubblegum. I do the same. We head to the tubes to leave.

"Wait, you need to be sneaky. He said they were planning to set up around the perimeter and put decoys in. So look for a big van or something they'd be in." Charlotte warns.

"What are you doing here?" The officer asks looking us up and down. He stood in the doorway of an unmarked black van parked near the back exit of Swellview Park. Two other cops are stuffed in behind him sitting at monitors.

"We figured you'd need the help and all." Captain Man says with a forced smile.

"Look, Captain Man," He leans against the door frame. "We don't need your help or your kid's. So go on back to the Bat Cave."

This happens a lot. We try to help and the police turn us away. They typically don't like us coming in and saving the day. Lately people have been gossiping about the police force and the hundreds of unsolved cases they set aside. Yesterday I even heard people saying Captain Man and Kid Danger were faster than the ambulances and the emergency teams. An elderly lady said we were the true heroes since we didn't get paid by the public. People in Bordertown and Neighborville were even chatting about wanting their very own Captain Man and Kid Danger.

Captain Man balls his fist before pointing a finger at the man. "Alright, loser-"

"Captain Man, how nice of you to join us?" Detective Shapiro says stepping out of an SUV. The car quickly speeds off after he shuts the door.

"Detective," He crosses his arms over his chest, looking up at the officer and smirking. "Just seeing how we could be of service,"

Detective Shapiro takes a sip from a Skyscraper Coffee cup. He smiles. "Of course, the more to help the better." He looks up at the van. "Evening, Officer Bladell,"

"Did you call him here?"

"No," Detective Shapiro pushes his glasses up his nose. "But we need the help if we want those kids back. You want those kids back, right, Officer?"

Officer Bladell says something under his breath as he backs into the van. Detective Shapiro hoists himself on the steps before turning back to us.

"How about you patrol the east side of the park near the woods? Also, if possible try to remain unseen. We don't want to tip this guy off."

Twenty minutes later, we're sitting in the woods. I found a fallen tree and took a space. We were at the edge of the woods and park, just barely hidden by low branches and leaves. For a moment I curse our red and blue suits for being so obnoxious and bright. I poke at the colorful fabric. To be honest, I don't think anything will happen tonight. The police department get tips like this all the time. But something must be different about this one. I wish Charlotte could get the written report instead of just word of mouth. We need a description of the voice. Was it a man, woman, or a child? Did they sound scared or cocky? Could they trace the call? Or was-

"Do you hear that?" Captain Man asks looking over his shoulder into the deep wood. I look with him.

Peering in the darkness, I see the over grown trees that have tangle together, vines, and even rope from old tire swings. I stare for a minute. "No, I don't hear anything."

Captain Man turns fully now to look into the woods too. I can see him really straining to mark out any noises that were animal, human, or vehicle.

"Hello," It was a far off echo. The voice was so faint I thought I made it up.

And then there's a wisp of white and I hear an echo of the word. I stand up, facing the direction. "I hear it now."

Captain Man begins marching to it and I follow him. I see another wave of white and start to move fasting.

"Hello," echoes around.

"Hello," I call back.

Branches break and another "hello" surfaces."

"Stay where you are," Captain Man calls. "Let's go, kid."

We run towards the noise and color. Thorns scratch my face and catch on my suit, I'm pretty sure ripping it harshly. My stomach feels bloated and large as I make it to a small meadow clearing. What was I expecting? I look around the area in excitement and terror. Then I notice a girl standing in a white gown near a black tree. Almost like ghost.

"Captain Man," She screams. The dark haired girl runs the remaining feet to crash into Captain Man. "Thank you. Thank you. I'm so cold! I've been running for hours."

"Shh," Captain Man hugs the girl back. "It's alright. You're safe with us."

She looks up to meet my eyes and smiles. "I knew you'd be the two to find me."

My mouth falls open and a lump forms in my throat. I force out words. "Elena Gilbert?"

Her smile doesn't falter. "Yes,"

Chapter Five

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[sopeverse]

jin as your boyfriend

genre: fluff and smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

warnings: unprotected sex, choking, eating out, cum-play, praising, soft-dom!jin

okay, so jin has literally been in love with you for years

when namjoon had first introduced you he was immediately attracted to your looks

but he wasn’t able to form coherent words around you

he was so nervous around you

he’d make up an obvious lie in order to leave whenever you entered a room

leaving you to wonder whether he simply didn’t like you

when it was actually the exact opposite

he was just too in love with you to actually talk to you

and his English lowkey sucked lmao

until Namjoon accidentally let it slip that you had a small crush on him

he wouldn’t let his nerves hold him back any longer

he’d offer to teach you some korean, and in return you helped him with his English

he was just happy he got to spend more time with you

jin would finally confess when you were tutoring him in a quiet café

you had your head buried in a thick book, not aware of jin’s loving eyes staring at you warmly

when you looked up at him after awhile he’d lean in slowly, giving you time to react before his plump lips pressed against your own

he smiled into the kiss when you slowly reciprocated 

you pulled away hesitantly, smiling up at him lovingly before muttering,

“finally.”

before cringing slightly as Jin let out a high pitched laugh, disturbing the peacefulness of the café

from that moment on your guys were nearly inseparable

the rest of the boys even jokingly pegged you as the ‘mom and dad’ of the group

and namjoon would constantly bug you for stealing his ‘spot’

but he was secretly happy for you and Jin

you’d have such a close relationship with the rest of the boys

they’d even add you into the groupchat

and jin couldn’t be happier

hE’S THE SWEETEST BOYFRIEND

posts about you all the time

even the fans found it incredibly cute

whenever someone made a hateful comment about you he’d be so pissed and made sure to show you off even more

just to show how happy you made him

also if you ever get down or insecure he’ll always be there to reassure you

he’d let you silently cry into his shirt while muttering small words of encouragement 

“how can you not see how beautiful you are?”

and he’s just leave a small peck on the tip of your nose as you softly smile

and a grin would make it’s way onto his face as his thumbs gently wiped away your remaining tears

he’d buy you matching pink clothing

only because he’s a sucker for seeing you in his favourite colour

this boy would also cook for you 24/7

you bet he also bought you couple aprons

you rolled your eyes at first

but found yourself wearing it anyway

despite the teasing from the boys Jin’s beaming smile made it worth it

whenever he’s on tour he’d send you cute lil voice messages of him sining because he knows it helps you sleep

he kisses you aLL THE TIME

nose, forehead, cheeks and lips

he just absolutely adores having his lips on you

his kisses will always start out super slow and gentle

but then he’d nip at your lower lip slightly

before you know it he has you pressed up against the wall as his hands roam your body

also the cuddliest boyfriend ever

he just kind of clings onto you at night

and when he spoons you he’ll leave lil kisses on your shoulder and neck

did i mention he loves kissing you???

but most of the time he wants to be the small spoon

he just loves having your small arms wrapped around him

morning after cuddles? yes please

having your naked body pressed against his feels like a dream to him

he’d just admire your sleeping face, taking in the way your eyelashes softly brushed against your cheeks and the small puffs of air you occasionally let out

he would wake you up by softly kissing your collarbone and neck, hovering above you as you slowly awoke

and when you did he’d make sure to give you a morning you’d never forget

he’s also S U P E R protective of you

if someone tries to flirt with you he’d just silently enter the conversation and drag you away

(leading to hot and heavy jealous sex in the first empty room he saw ;))

jungkook and taehyung would then playfully hit on you just to rile up jin

cause they’re lil shits

he also secretly leaves his sweatshirts and hoodies laying around your apartment just so you’ll wear them

nothing gets his heart racing faster than seeing you in his clothes

he especially loves bringing you shopping

he’ll pick out the most revealing outfits 

so he can brag about the fact that he’s your boyfriend

“can you believe this is my girl? I mean look at thiS BEAUTY!!”

cue to your blushing face and Jin laughing widely

he fricking loves to spoil you

he’ll leave little presents for you around your bedroom

by little I mean versace and chanel bags

and whenever you’ve had a bad day at work/school he’ll make sure to treat you like a princess

he’ll buy your favourite food and watch your favourite movies

Also, he won’t admit but when he writes love songs they’re secretly about you

everyone can see how crazy about you he is

jin literally worships the ground you walk upon

he just loves you so much

jin is such a soft dom in bed

he likes to take control but he also wants to make sure you’re comfortable

he’ll trace his plump lips over your soft skin, leaving small kisses behind

also loves to sink his teeth into the skin of your collarbone and neck

having you marked as his own causes his length to twitch in need

this boy is a sucker for you riding him

being able to see your face twist in pleasure as you circle your hips on top of him sent blood rushing to his head

HAIR PULLING

whenever he takes you from behind he’ll bunch up your hair, just to hear the small whimpers that leaves your kiss-bruised lips

he will also grip at your throat gently 

his praises never end when you suck him off

“you’re doing so well baby.”

“don’t stop. your mouth is amazing.”

kissing his tip just to tease him

he has the b i g g e s t kink for cumming on your tongue

he can feel himself about to burst right when you stick your wet tongue out and look up at him with bashful eyes

kitchen sex, public sex, mirror sex

you name it and he’s into it

also uses his husky voice to send you over the edge whenever he’s pounding into you

“you like that princess?”

SO MANY PET NAMES WITH THIS MAN

he’ll rub the tip of his cock against your wet clit, just to tease you

he never felt the urge to fuck someone so hard until you were staring up at him in desperation and begging him to finally ruin you

he may not seem the type but

he L O V E S going down on you

having your hands tug at his locks as you release onto his awaiting tongue makes his cock harden in need

jin just wants to please you what ever way he can

he treats you like his princess whether you’re in the sheets or not

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Org members reacting to/comforting their SO when she's on her period.

Xemnas - Doesn’t like talking about it but he knows it’s something you can’t really help, so he’ll do his best to make you comfortable in any way that he can.  Tries to keep the others away from you - more for their sake than yours - because he knows you get very snappy when you’re on your cycle. Kind of steers clear of you around this time of the month because he knows you prefer it that way.

Xigbar - Surprisingly?  Pretty damn great about this sort of thing.  Will definitely, without complaint, go out and get you pads and tampons if you need them and he isn’t ashamed of it in the slightest. I mean, they obviously aren’t for him and who the fuck cares what anyone else thinks?  As a matter of fact, he wants the guy behind the register to give him a weird look so he can brag about how he has an s/o and him getting feminine products means that he’s also getting laid.  Super kind about it in general.  Let’s you complain your little heart out and doesn’t get mad when you get snappy at him.

Xaldin - Wants to be 500,000 feet away from that shit but he knows he would be a complete douche if he just abandoned you.  Does his best to help you by running errands and making everyone else leave you alone.  Still, the whole thing kind of weirds him out a bit - you’re literally constantly bleeding for days on end? It shouldn’t be biologically possible.

Vexen - He’s a scientist, right? So this is nothing new to him.  He probably knows the way your body works almost as well as you do, so he knows the best kind of treatments and medications and things that can help you feel better. However, he doesn’t really understand how physically affection - like curling up in bed with you or allowing you to curl up in his lab chair wrapped in a blanket - but if you say it makes you feel better then he can’t really argue with you.

Lexaeus - Lexaeus is the sweetest man.  He has a heating pad ready in the bottom drawer of his bedside table exactly for these moment.  Also has your favorite chocolate ready as well as pain meds, extra tampons if you need them, and is ready for an emergency cuddle session or back massage at any time.  Let’s you complain and yell and cry and laugh hysterically when your emotions go all out of control.

Zexion - Another guy who’s pretty knowledgeable about the whole menstrual cycle thing.  He’s read a few books on the subject and brushed up on his knowledge when the two of you started dating pretty seriously, so he’s PREPARED.  Knows that your mood swings go out of control when you’re on your period, so he’s fully prepared when you go from not wanting him to touch you to wanting to bury your head in his chest.  He’s fine with both, honestly - you have to do whatever you need to do to be able to cope.

Saix - Kind of knows when you’re on your menstrual cycle because your attitude changes and you’re always seriously exhausted, so he tries to lighten your workload by giving your assignments out to other people.  This is also one of the only times you’ll ever get a back massage from him - and those massages are almost guaranteed to put you to sleep.

Axel - Doesn’t know what tampons are for and at this point in his life he is literally too afraid to ask.  He’s vaguely aware of what a ‘period’ is but he tries not to think about it.  Will definitely go and get you some sanitary products if you need them, though. He also doesn’t mind when you get a bit cuddly with him.  He understands that you just want a little comfort!

Demyx - Totally god damn skipped sex ed in school and literally knows next to nothing about the female anatomy so he’s at a loss as to what to do.  You tell him you’re on your period and he doesn’t know… what to say to that? He’s like. “Uh, nice?” And you have to actually ask him, “Demyx, do you know what that is?” “Am I supposed to?” So you tell him to look it up and when he comes back, all of the blood has literally disappeared from his face and he wordlessly goes over to you and hugs you as if you’re dying.

Luxord - Does his best to distract you with things that will take your mind off of your aggravation and pain - card games and tricks, movies, just chatting and distracting you.  He ends up being surprisingly caring, much more so than he usually is!  Tries not to treat you any differently and does his best not to baby you, but he does feel bad that you’re in a lot of pain.

Marluxia - Herbal! Teas! Everywhere! Marluxia makes you a homemade tea with herbs specially picked from his garden and they always make your stomach feel a lot better.  He also tries to get you to eat healthier foods since he knows the fattier, sugary foods make your cramps worse.  Also always has a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers on your bedside table to help you feel better.

Larxene - Larxene gets really crabby and irritable - more so than usual - when she’s on her period, so she definitely knows when you want to just be left alone to suffer.  She’ll bring you Ibuprofen or Advil or some kind of meds to make you feel better and lots of water because she knows that excess carbonation from sodas just makes you feel worse.

Roxas - Man the boy is awkward as hell.  Has no idea what to do when someone is experiencing their ‘time of the month’ and would probably avoid you if he could.  Just the idea of you bleeding… down there is enough to make him cringe.  However!!! He’ll definitely help you if you ask for it.  He’ll run you a hot bath and let you borrow some of his comfiest pajamas, and even go out and get some of your favorite foods if you’re having particular cravings.

Xion - Another girl who knows what it’s like to have menstrual cramps.  She totally understands and is prepared to help you in any way you can.  Snacks? Cuddles and hugs? A movie night? Extra blankets and pillows? Xion is PREPARED for whatever it is that you ask of her.

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Fonder 5.2

A/N: So this is obvi a follow-up of Ch.5 as well as its conclusion. Hopefully, the plot won’t be as shook up as it was in 5.1 or will it? I hope y’all enjoy.

Word Count: little over 3K

Warning(s): Plot progression, fluff, specks of angst(?)

NEW YEARS DAY 2015, 11:47 A.M, Malibu, California NEW YEARS DAY 2015, 11:47 A.M, Malibu, California

Peace and serenity—the most fitting way to transition into the New Year. The overlapping sounds of seagulls and crashing ocean waves outside would usually pull Yaa out of her deep slumbers. If it wasn’t the beach sounds, then it was her actual alarm. But let’s be honest: no one really has an alarm go off on New Year’s day, especially if you had the night that Yaa had had. Yaa’s snoring went in sync with the crashing waves and her wavy, honey blonde locs scattered at every which way across the silk taupe pillow case. Boom boom boom. The heavy knocking on her bedroom had startled her out of her post-sex slumber. Who was banging on her door like the feds before noon? The trio of knocks continued until she reluctantly got out of bed and searched for anything to put on.

“I’m comin’...damn!”, she tried to yell, but her hoarseness wouldn’t allow her. She winced in pain as she hopped into a pair of shorts and a tank top and began limping towards the door. She opened the door to see that it was her best friend, Tanisha. “Bitch...somebody better be dead, hurt, or dying.”

Tanisha chuckled. “Well, Happy New Year to you, too. Lover Boy is down there making brunch.”

Yaa looked at her friend in total confusion. “Is that what I’m smelling? Tanisha nodded. “Well, I’m surprised you aren’t somewhere fighting a hangover.”

Tanisha rolled her eyes. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Between you gettin’ your cervix tickled, and trust me, it sounded like he was giving’ you the BUSINESS, and me throwing my night up, I was going through it. Started the new year off on the wrong foot.”

Yaa felt herself turning red and her eyes bugging out. “Were we really that loud?”

“Sis, he might’ve worn you out, but you must have that voodoo pussy. Wanna know why? You got Michael B. Jordan in your kitchen cooking yo magical pussy having ass a 5-star brunch on New Year’s day. If that ain’t power, then I don’t know what the hell is. Done turned this nigga into a damn domestic overnight. Speaking of, text me when breakfast is ready. I deserve whatever he’s whippin’ up.”

Tanisha went back into room, presumably to catch up on her missed Z’s. Yaa went downstairs to see Michael for herself. The further she got down the stairs, the louder the “All About the Benjamins” got. She carefully hopped off the stair landing and Diddy bopped her way through the den, making a slight left to go through the back way into the kitchen.

She pursed her lips to keep from laughing as she watched Michael also Diddy bop back to the stove to finish cooking whatever he had cooking on the stove. Wearing only a pair of heather grey cut-off sweats and Nike slides with socks, his shoulders and upper body bounced to the beginning of Total’s “Can’t You See”. He placed a kitchen towel over his shoulder before plating his brunch creation.

“So what’s on the menu, Mr. Jordan?”, she spooked.

He seized, clenching the small saucepan he had in his grasp. “Shit!”

Yaa chuckled, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.”, she stopped to look over his shoulder, “you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Cajun catfish and cheese grits, fruit, and peach bellinis.”

“Oooh shit! Lemme find out the B in your name stands for ‘Brunch Daddy’! I’ll get Tanisha up.”

Yaa called Tanisha from the bottom of the stairs. Tanisha came down moments later. The three sat at the table passing bowls, skillets, and pans to each other. The room was filled with the sounds of clacking plates and satisfied stomachs.

“Who would’ve known Michael B. Jordan was a whole ass chef? I learned something new today.”, remarked Yaa as she sipped her Powerade.

Michael chuckled at Yaa’s comment, “Word? Well, to be honest, if this acting thing didn’t work out, Plan B was being a chef. My mom taught me how to cook and I haven’t looked back since. Now from what I hear, you know how to get down yourself.”

It was hard for Yaa to be humble, but she managed to keep her cool. “I mean, I’m a country girl. Carrie, my maternal grandmother, taught me most of what I know. She and my Rainey raised me and my siblings when my parents were working pretty much around the clock for a few years.”

“How many siblings?”

“2. I have a twin sister, Farrah, that’s fraternal as hell, and a brother, Jahlil, that’s 5 years younger.”

He laughed at her statement about her sister Farrah. “I also have two other siblings--I’m a middle child. An older sister and a younger brother.” Tanisha, the oldest of four, and Yaa both cringed at him being the middle child. “I couldn’t imagine having two sisters though.”

Yaa shot him a look. “Watch it, son.”

He placed his fist in front of his mouth as he chewed. “So, I heard you say you were a country girl, so how country are we talkin’?”

“I was born in Alabama and graduated high school and college in Alabama, but I was raised in a massive mansion in rural Louisiana, so I’m a Louisi-Bama. You’re a Jersey-Cali boy from my understanding?”

He shook his head in the affirmative, impressed with her knowledge about him. “Ok! President of the fan club is showing herself worthy of the title.”

“Boy, don’t get cussed out.”

*****

Missed Call: Maybe: Winny the Pooh

Yaa tapped on the missed call notification without hesitation. She almost forgot they weren’t talking. Immediately after their last exchange, Winston’s number went to the good ole Block List. Something told her to unblock his number the day before leaving for California. So she did and now here she was, returning her ex’s ca—

“Hello?”, Winston answered.

“He-heyyyy you! Happy New Year! I saw you called and I’m just seeing your text.”, Yaa replied. Silence. You could hear a rat piss on carpet.

“Ummm…”, he cleared his throat, “...so you down for lunch?”

“Oof. I just had brunch. How does coffee or tea sound? Bean in Beverly Hills?”

“That’s even better. Meet me at 4ish?”

“Make it 4:30 and we’ve got a deal. See you then!” Click.

*****

Yaa walked out of the bathroom from her shower feeling renewed. Skin washed away of the little makeup that remained on her face from her...celebration from the previous night. Skin glowing thanks to the best shea butter Ghana had to offer. Locs looking healthy as always. Her glow increased when she saw Michael laying in her bed reading his phone but looking up when he sensed her presence. He stopped looking down at his phone to admire the beauty that was Khalida Abdullah.

Even in such a simple task as putting on clothes, Michael could see why her exes were head over heels with her. Every move she made was graceful. From the little twerk she did to get her chub into her light gray yoga capri pants, to the overhead jig to get into her oversized black monogrammed tank top with a gold fleur-de-lis. She walked to his side of the bed to retrieve her new Apple Watch from its charger. Before she could walk towards the door, he snatched her up onto the bed with him, playfully gnawing at her neck.

“Where you goin’ looking all good and delicious for, hmm?”, he implored.

“Well, Kari, I’m meeting someone for coffee. It ain’t your business who gon’ be there, either.”, she answered with sass.

“I see. Secondly, who gave you this trash ass Saints shirt? I need to get you at least two Falcons shirts.”

She escaped from his grip and returned a sour look. A record scratched in her head. “I-I-I’m sorry. I SLEPT WITH A FUCKING FALCONS FAN?! MY FAMILY RAISED ME BETTER THAN THIS!”

“Oh, you some super fan or something?”, he questioned.

“I’m surprised Tanisha didn’t tell you. Have you know, one, my family holds minority stake in the organization, making us minority owners, and two, my first boyfriend and best friend to this day is a proud SUPER BOWL-WINNING Saint. Now if you excuse me, I have to rush to my meeting and go reclaim my dignity.”,she bragged as she walked out of the door. But before she could walk out of door, she poked her head through the door and flipped him off.

“You so fucking CHILDISH, Khalida!”

BEAN BEVERLY HILLS, 2:19 P.M.

Yaa had accomplished many things in her life, from graduating college at 18 to receiving 4 degrees before turning 25, but nothing was as nerve-wrecking as meeting up with Winston. Let’s face it: their last meeting left such a distaste in her mouth.

Her left Chaco tapped softly yet persistently against the dark hardwood floors, while the right rested underneath her bottom.With one hand rested against her warm cup of honey-sweetened hibiscus tea and the other texting Tanisha for guidance into this awaited meeting, she attempted to clear her mind of the past and concern herself with the future. Would he be on that bullshit again? Will I have to smack a bitch? Has he decided to grow up? Does he look dusty? She looked out of the window and zoned out as she watched Beverly Hills slowly wake up after the wild night everyone had.

“Khalida?”, Winston called loud enough to pull his ex-girlfriend out of her daze. She shook her head and looked up to lock eyes with her former lover.

“Hey, hey!”, she greeted. She slowly got up and limped two steps to hug him. It was almost like they’d never skipped a beat. For a moment in time, it felt like they were the only people in the coffee shop, which if you exclude the employees and maybe three other people scattered around the shop, they were. Bitch, get offa him. He spazzed on you, remember?

Immediately upon having the thought, she separated from him and she gestured for him to sit. “So, I might’ve ordered a blueberry scone or two for you. I’m pretty sure you’ve put yourself on some depressing ass diet, but treat yourself.” Almost if on cue, the barista placed a small pink box in front of Winston, along with a caramel latte.

“You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it.”, Winston acknowledged. The two shared a nervous laugh and got themselves comfortable in their seats. The tension between could have been cut with a cleaver; so much could’ve been said, after all. The two looked at each in an attempt to find their words.

“I wanna apol-”

“Sorr-”

“You firs-

“No, you fir-”

“Gotdammit! Somebody finna fuckin talk out of sync.”, Yaa finally said by herself. “Guess I’ll start. Lemme cut to the chase—why are we here?” She sipped on her tea as she waited for his answer.

He pondered before speaking, “Well, first, I just want to apologize for acting like...being an ass a few months back. I wasn’t in my right mind in that relationship. Michelle was a nightmare after that night and we broke it off not even a week after our last meeting. I tried to call you, but I’m more than you confident you blocked my number. Hell, I don’t blame you. Now, I called you on a fluke last night and after analyzing what I said and even getting some choice words from my mom, I was wondering if your offer for friendship was still on the table? I messed up twice, and I don’t want to do lose you anymore.”

Yaa looked around the coffee shop and firmly gripped his chin to get a better look at him. “Is this the same Winston that I saw a few months ago? I’m almost afraid to hear the answer.”

WInston grimaced from the pain shooting to his jaw. Though small, Yaa’s hands had strength, or “country strength”, as she called it from years of herding large animals and even people. “Woman, I need to resize your strength.” Winston moved his jaw from her grip and moved it from side to side to alleviate the pain. “If we’re being transparent, I cried just about every night thinking about how I treated you when we broke up. I’m pretty sure I’m the biggest idiot for allowing a woman such as yourself to walk out twice. At this point, I just want us to be back on good terms.”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Winston. Are you sure? Is this what you truly want?”

“Yes. I just miss you. Aside from the romantic aspect, I just miss the little things, like your random calls in the middle of the day about some tea you just got, your spirit, and even getting cursed out by you.” Poor Winston. Though she knew his sincerity, Yaa found it hard to believe his sap story. If he could help it, he would’ve been on his knees pleading for a second chance.

Yaa’s face was unreadable—stoic, yet unreadable. It was a face that was over apologies and all for corrected behavior. A face that was finding itself conflicted with two men. Deep down, she wanted to be back with Winston. After all, he was her true love. But true love is tested. The plane needed to be taken apart, diagnosed, and rebuilt in order for it to be cleared for service. Everything was sounding good, too good to be believed without doubt. Yet, she still felt the urge to suplex Winston for crumbling her heart and her feelings back in June.

Khalida sipped the rest of her tea before breaking the painful silence built between her and her pitiful ex, “Do you want me?”

“What? Of course, Khalida! What are you talking about?”, Winston replied confused and taken aback from the question. Khalida chuckled—shoulders and all—as she nodded her head.

“No,no, no, baby boy. Do you want me? As in a your lifelong partner, forever and always? Not just in the physical or in lust, but as your better half, trusted confidant, your No Limit Soldier, ya yeah wit da yeah? How we should be instead of how we used to be?”

Winston paused to word his answer, “...Yes. You shouldn’t even have to ask me that question.”

“Well, if you want me, then you have to earn me.”

“Obviously, Olivia Pope, but you make it seem easier said than done. How do I earn you back?”

“Stick with me for a moment. You remember that plane analogy I used in Louisiana?” He nodded. “Aight, so boom: right now, the plane is completely outta service, y’eardme? The best way to have it back in service is to completely dismember the plane—start from scratch. Next, we gotta find the parts of the plane that caused the malfunction. We get better parts and rebuild, bit by bit. Soon, we’ll have an improved plane that’s better than the old plane. The crew’s gotten more experience, been with other pilots and co-pilots, and next inspection, the plane will be ready for service. It’s not an overnight process, but we’ll get through it. So...are you in?”

Winston offer his hand to shake on the new agreement, an offer in which Yaa accepted, along with a hug. “To new beginnings. A clean slate. Let’s start: I’m Winston. You are?”

Yaa snorted, “Khalida,but you can call me Yaa.” They shook hands once more, sharing a laugh. The laugh led to two genuine smiles. Their hearts skipped beats as they saw each other’s smiles.

“So...I’ve been meaning to ask, what or who’s got you glowing like this? There’s only so much Shea butter in the world…”, Winston inquired as he stirred the remainder of his caramel latte.

Yaa’s mind flashed back to nearly 12 hours ago when she was calling God’s name more than Kirk Franklin and the Family. Mental vignettes of Yaa and Michael moaning and the sound of skin slapping flashed throughout her mind, causing her to re-adjust her sitting position in her seat.

“I...I...uh…met someone last night. Everything happened so fast. Once the smoke clears and we establish something or the lack thereof, I’ll tell you more about him.”, Yaa stopped herself from turning flush.

While he smiled, Winston felt a small part of him die, but he realized that it was only fair that she get her shot of a relationship. But he knew her and the person she was—she was the prototype. Any man or woman would be stupid to not fall for her in some way. His smile widened as he locked eyes with her. Oh, how he’d missed that look.

The two began catching up about life beyond the romantic aspect. The basic “how ya momma nem?” conversations. After that, they walked about of the coffee shop, but not before he helped her out of her stiffened position from the seat. They hugged once more before going their separate ways. Not even 10 feet away, he turned to speak again. “I’m sorry.”

“You just apologized like 20 minutes ago, moe.”, Yaa yelled.

“No.”, he closed the distance between them, “I’m sorry for not knowing how to be a decent boyfriend to you. You’re a special woman with who needs a special man in her life. I know I’m that man, but just not right now. Whoever he or she is that you met last night, I hope they understood that the moment they laid eyes on you and plan accordingly. I wish I did when I met you. Sorry...I just needed to get that off of my chest.” By this time, his large hands enrobed her small hands and he hadn’t realized it. When he did, he promptly removed them.

“It’s ok, love. Today was fun. I gotta bounce, but be safe and have a happy new year.” She walked to her rental Prius and honked at him as she passed him.

He chuckled to himself as he walked to his car, “Oh, I will, Dr. Duke, I will.”

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Chapter 9: Butterfly Kisses

These next two chapters will probably be the most difficult for me. It's been over a year and I still feel like I haven't actually processed anything. Not to mention the guilt I now feel for so many years of resentment that I can't take back. That was another reason for starting this blog...I NEED to cope with things. I NEED to stop bottling everything up. I NEED to cry, scream, whatever needs to be done, but I'm hoping just writing it will help for now. Here we go...

 I'll give you a little bit of background on the relationship between my father and I so that the next chapter makes a bit more sense.

My parents divorced when I was around 7-8 years old, and I had always been a daddy's girl. I don't remember all of the details, I mean common..it was over 10 years ago. Bit's and pieces of them fighting I can remember. Like hearing my dad's wedding ring bouncing down the driveway after he threw it and then coming into the house and punching a hole in the wall..those kinds of things. But for the most part they kept the arguing away from me.

And I fixed the hole by hanging a piece of paper over it LOL

I remember when he was staying with my uncle and I had gone to spend the night with him...he picked me up late from daycare and was on the phone the whole evening...and I can remember laying in bed watching this dolphin thing sway until I fell asleep.

Everything else about that time is fairly hazy though.

That is, until my future step-mom came into the picture. Everything after that I can remember clear as day.

The first time I met my stepmom...my dad, her and her 2 boys picked me up at daycare. I had been an only child up until this point, hadn't seen my father a whole lot, and suddenly I'm wedged in the back seat between two kids that I don't know (one of which was playing with MY daddy's watch), while I'm watching my dad kiss this woman I don't know at every red-light between my daycare and my aunt's apartment.

It was a very confusing, uncomfortable feeling.

Who is this woman?

Why is my daddy kissing her?

I don't wanna be here...

Where's mommy?

I was old enough to understand what was happening to an extent, but it was still very overwhelming.

We got back to my aunt's apartment (my dad was staying with her at the time) and the majority of the evening was fuzzy after that. My step-brothers were still very young, maybe 2 and 5? There's 3 years between each of us. So of course they required a lot more attention than I did. We were all sleeping in the living room on couches that night, my dad and step-mom on one, the two boys on a blanket on the floor between the couches, and then me on the other couch.

This night still haunts me to this day.

First time I've met this woman, first time I've seen my dad in awhile, and on the couch 5 feet away from me, my dad and this stranger are having sex. I don't mean respectable quiet "the kids are near and sleeping sex". I mean my step-mom screaming like a gorilla while they moan each other's names kind of sex.

To this day I'm still extremely uncomfortable even being in the same house as anyone having sex if it can be heard in the slightest bit.

This went on for hours while I laid on that couch bawling before either of them realized I was awake. I know it was super late. I can remember my dad taking me outside afterwards while I begged him to let me call my mommy and have her come pick me up, and he bargained with me that he wouldn't kiss my step-mom in front of me anymore if I stayed. Neither of them realized I was awake the whole time.

Hell, it took me 15 years to even tell my dad about that night.

Needless to say, no part of me wanted to be around my step-mom. But shortly after that, her and her boys went back up north for a short time. I can remember my dad crying when they pulled out of the driveway.

Once they came back south for good, everything changed. My dad decided to switch office locations and move a little over an hour away to where her and her boys were. Leaving me behind, and us being on an every other weekend rotation.

Every other weekend of never having one on one time with my dad.

Every other weekend of living out of my suitcase and pulling pajamas out of 1 dresser drawer that had been cleared out for me.

Every other weekend of fighting for my dads attention because my step-brothers were so much younger.

Every other weekend of sleeping on the couch, unless the boys were off at their dad's house.

Every other weekend of begging my mom not to make me go, but not explaining why, and crying when it was time to go home because I didn't want to leave daddy.

My step-mom and I didn't have the greatest relationship at first. We butted heads A LOT. And dad's way of making up for missing out on so much was just buying me anything I wanted, or cooking my favorite meal anytime I came over, or sending my step-mom and I out shopping.

Between that, and my mom raising me to be independent, that's probably why I cringe when any guy I'm dating tries to pay for anything or buy me something expensive.

You can't buy love.

Years went by on this every other weekend rotation, and eventually my half-sister came along. I tried to be excited. And I was a great big sister, lemme tell ya! But it was hard. Now I was losing even more time with my daddy. More of his attention was off of me and on the other kids. I don't remember much around the time that my sister was born...or much thereafter. I loved my sister. Just like I loved my step-brothers. It was just difficult not being angry when I couldn't even walk outside for a 5 minute conversation with my father without someone getting an attitude.

Once I started driving, the every other weekend rotation stopped. Between jobs, and a social life, a 2 hour drive round trip wasn't all that appealing. Especially since I didn't really have many friends up there. Once it was no longer mandatory pick up and drop off and I no longer felt obligated to make the drive, the visits became less and less frequent, heck, the communication died off in general. But the guilt trips started.

I haven't seen you in forever.

Are you ever gonna come see your dad?

Your sister misses you.

You don't love your old man.

I'd end up going over once a month, sometimes more. Sometimes just for day trips. But 9/10 it was me making the drive. We'd talk maybe once a week, tag each other in silly stuff on Facebook...whatever the case may be. But as I got older the pedestal that I had him on slowly started to disappear.

Don't get me wrong, my dad was a great person. He was a hard worker and was the kind of guy that would give you the shirt off of his back. A fairly honest individual. A lot of people adored him. He was always there financially for me. And if I needed to talk he was only a phone call away. But getting him to do anything over the years for me was impossible.

In fact, I remember him telling me he wouldn't be able to come down for my senior prom because it would mess up my sister's routine and she wouldn't sleep without him home.

I couldn't even get 1 night of him to myself.

I was the child he couldn't make time for. I didn't get to see him everyday. If we did talk on the phone, most calls were me talking while he carried on a conversation with someone else in the background. My step-mom, half sister, and step-brothers were the priority. I was just the one he bragged about on Facebook when I would do something right. The occasional picture he would share, among the millions of the rest of the kids. That's how I felt anyway.

The worst part for me was one weekend when I had decided to go over there...let me remind you that at this point I'm 20-21 years old. I'm living on my own....etc.

But here I am sitting on the couch, mad as hell as I watch my dad and sister bond in the kitchen. Scratching my head and trying to figure out why this was making me so angry. Why the pictures on social media profiles of everyone BUT me would get under my skin so bad. Why I was jealous over my 9 year old sister. And it hit me.

I didn't get that time with him. I didn't get the cooking lessons at the age of 7. Instead, I was dealing with shared time with MY dad with kids that I didn't know. I didn't get the fishing trips. The big family pictures. The hunting adventures. The being there for nightmares. Whatever the case may be.

I got a drawer.

I got money handed to me, or things bought to make up for the absence.

I got the guilt trips when I wouldn't answer a call, because I had nothing to say, but he was paying my phone bill.

I got the heartache, knowing he chose another woman and her kids over being close to me.

I was the 8 year old in the backseat, crying, asking my mom why daddy didn't love me and how come he never called.

I know I probably sound like I'm complaining. And that I'm ungrateful. At least he was around to an extent, right? At least I knew him. I know he loved me in whatever way he could. But sometimes it felt like his part time existence was worse than him just being absent all together. And I didn't always resent my step-mom either. As I got older we started getting along more, and she became one of my best friends.

I finally let him have it one day. Told him EVERYTHING. Well, whatever I could get out between sobs and choking up. I've never been all that great actually speaking about issues. I know the conversation hurt him. But he needed to know.

And things we're better for a little bit. He even came down to my neck of the woods to visit a few times. But shortly after that he quit his stressful job that was killing him and since all of us kids were grown (except my sister) they made the decision to move to PA. Back to where my dad grew up. He had always talked about wishing he could go back.

One of his excuses was always that he didn't want to be that far away from me.

You already moved away once, and even being an hour away you're rarely there. What difference will another state be? Was always my thought.

Eventually he approached it with me, and basically asked my permission. Who was I to say no? I was on my own and a big girl now. If he was going to be happier, then go. Within in a month they were gone.

Two years went by before I saw him again. But once he got the phone call about me being pregnant, things changed. They changed for the better. There were more phone calls. Regular texting. Actual effort. And when they flew down for my brother's graduation and my baby shower, I actually felt important for once.

He was so excited to be a Grandpa. To finally get a little boy. He had already been threatening me with guns and buck knives and him being up in the tree stand with him...

[theclaravoyant]

Huntingbird for the ship ask

lol these two… (send me a ship)

who hogs the duvet

Hunter. He moves around a lot more when he sleeps than Bobbi does. Plus, what can he say, he’s a fan of not freezing his ass off.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Bobbi sometimes contacts Hunter to see if he’s alive, but Hunter has always been the more forward of the two when it comes to general expressions of love. Of course they often end up bickering and being annoyed (sometimes pretend, sometimes less pretend) but at least they know everything’s normal that way :)

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Bobbi. Hunter claims he’s tried but she’s too picky, to which Bobbi rolls her eyes, but yes, she is better than him at creative & impressive gifts. She listens to him more than he thinks she does.

who gets up first in the morning

Bobbi, because she believes in routine and exercise. Hunter can function in the morning when necessary, heck he’s a trained army man, but if he’s not being called to task by a drill sergeant the morning can pretty much get bent most of the time.

who suggests new things in bed

Hm, I think they have pretty even footing on this one. They’ve both lived some pretty adventurous lifestyles that might incline them to try ~new things~. I do feel like Bobbi initiates a lot of it though; I feel like she likes to challenge herself and experiment (ba dum tsh) while Hunter’s more of the “I’ll try anything once” kinda guy

who cries at movies

Neither of them are particularly comfortable with doing it and I think they can both shut themselves off if they’re getting too emotional, but if they’re feeling particularly safe and raw at the same time I think both or either of them could have a bit of a cry. They’ve been through some shit those two.

who gives unprompted massages

Hunter. He has nearly had his hand broken a couple of times so now he tries to make sure they’re not too unprompted, but he knows Bob is a stressed little bean and doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it, so he does what he can.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Bobbi. She likes the bragging rights of claiming that Hunter’s a whiny baby, but also, it’s something she ‘knows how to do’ where she feels she struggles with other displays of affection.

who gets jealous easiest

Ooh, that’s interesting. I think they both get jealous in different ways. Hunter knows their relationship has been unstable in the past so if Bobbi’s flirting/being flirted with or being secretive he can get a bit angry and insecure. Meanwhile, Bobbi knows she’s not as emotionally available as she feels like she should be, so if Hunter’s getting close to someone she sometimes struggles with that. I think Hunter’s comes out as more visibly jealous though.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Bobbi, probably? Hunter probably has a stable favourite collection of like, classic rock or something, while Bobbi’s music tastes are all over the place. That’s not to say she’s embarassed by it, but Hunter definitely is. Although they do both enjoy picking super cringeworthy songs for karaoke and cringing it up.

who collects something unusual

Neither of them collect much, but Hunter has a few pieces of religious iconography that nobody expects him to have.

who takes the longest to get ready

Bobbi. Lookin that fine while also being 500% ready to kick ass at all times takes some mad skill

who is the most tidy and organised

Bobbi. Neither of them have that much stuff, but Bobbi is also a scientist whose career has depended on her organisational skills. Hunter can make a bed in like 1 minute but in terms of general life skills, Bobbi.

who gets most excited about the holidays

Hunter. He’s always been a big fan of relaxing, and much better at it than Bobbi, so the holidays actually mean something to him whereas she carries her stress around so she doesn’t have as much fun sometimes.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Bobbi’s usually the big spoon, bc she’s a squillion ft tall, but sometimes if she’s having a super hard time, Hunter’s the big spoon. He usually takes it seriously and everyone’s super soft and it’s great.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

BOBBI. OH MY GOD. I mean they both have a pretty strong competitive streak but Hunter also has major heart-eyes which can make him vulnerable to being distracted. Bobbi is on top of her game and she will kick whosever’s ass is necessary

who starts the most arguments

Hunter. Bobbi’s more of an “ugh, whatever” kind of person whereas Hunter has a strong sense of justice, a loud voice, and a sense of irritability like nobody’s business.

who suggests that they buy a pet

Hunter, and it’s a dog, and it’s a PTSD therapy dog, bc therapy dogs are awesome and they could totally both use one. As could their squad of pstd suffering friends.

what couple traditions they have

They always ‘celebrate’ their birthdays, even if they’re not together. If they’re especially pissed at each other, or on a mission, they may not actually contact the other person, but they always do a little something. On the other hand, they don’t celebrate anniversaries, bc their relationship is a mess and it’s impossible to keep track of.

Plus ofc “don’t die out there.”

what tv shows they watch together

Pretty much anything, it depends what they’re in the mood for. They’re a big fan of criticising stuff they watch though. And I don’t think Bobbi’s a huge fan of football/soccer.

what other couple they hang out with

FitzSimmons probably.

how they spend time together as a couple

Mostly trying not to die? They’re also big fans of sex, arguments (including the good kind, coz those do exist), cooking together and complaining about/false commentating/etc. movies.

who made the first move

Hmmmm Bobbi probably?

who brings flowers home

Hunter, mostly so that he can make “honey I’m home” jokes even when they live in super dangerous or otherwise non-domestic scenarios like say a secret military base underground

who is the best cook

Neither of them are amazing, they’re both pretty functional, but Hunter can make a few dishes really well, so I’d go with him.

[smiles4voltron]

The Ties That Bind

Chapter two: Summer Kiss

Pairing: Keith/Lance KLANCE

Rating: Teen and older (May change later)

Next: Coming soon

Summary: Lance fell hard at Garrison, unable to stop himself from adoring his rival. However, when Kerberos went missing Keith changed. Through time, Lance got over his broken heart, swearing to never allow himself to get hurt like that again. So how come he is falling for the same tricks a year later when he is reunited with Keith and the two of them get chosen to save the Universe through Voltron!?

On one beautiful Wednesday, the Principal of the facility visited their class. He talked of the greatness of Garrison and what each of them would one day accomplish if they worked hard within the program.

It was inspiring… but Lance could only stare at the man’s bald head.

From his spot, the light was catching ever so perfectly upon the Principal’s cranium that it shined right into Lance’s eyes. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, squinting. Moving a little to the right, his shoulder grazed Keith’s, who had just leaned to the left. Startled, the two lean away.

It only took a second for them to realize they were both being blinded by the same sheen of baldness.

“It is shining like the sun itself,” Lance muttered.

“I’m tempted to pull out my phone and see if it can charge the solar battery.”

Lance wasn’t expecting the rebuttal and had to cover his mouth to stop the sudden bubble of laughter. “Dude…” he grinned.

Keith smiled back.

It had been the first ounce of a positive response Lance had gotten since he first got here to Garrison, but that didn’t matter because that was not nearly as important as the fact that it was the first time Keith had ever smiled at him.

Pride wasn’t even close to the word he wanted to use to describe the feeling in his belly, but it would have to do.

After that, sitting next to the school prodigy wasn’t that bad. He didn’t brush off what Lance would say, and Lance found he could stand Keith’s emo attitude a little bit more. They even had a conversation on Llamas at one point.

Not like that was the best thing they could talk about, but they did agree that they couldn’t figure out whether a Llama was closer to a sheep or a camel.

Along with his somewhat bonding with Keith, it was around this time when Lance’s roommate got caught for stealing equipment from the training rooms and was expelled. Thinking of this as a chance to get a room all to himself, he was sad to learn that with so many new students coming to Garrison on a daily basis, he was instantly assigned a new one.

His name was Hunk.

A big lovable guy that Lance got along with instantly. They got along faster in two minutes than Lance did with anyone on campus from the entire year he was there. And Hunk was smart too.

Couldn’t pilot that well, but could definitely help Lance with his studies and in return, Lance taught him a few piloting tricks. From what he told Lance, Hunk wanted to be a mechanic for the ships and new everything there was to know about them!

Plus, they just liked the same things! Movies, candy, hobbies, it was awesome!

“Dude, have you ever heard of a soulmate?” Lance inquired one night after their marathon of Ninja comedies.

“Yeah.” Hunk nodded

“Well get this, I’m not trying to be weird here, but I think you are like that to me.” Lance explained, “But not like a mate, but like a friend.”

“Like a soul friend.” Hunk gasped.

“Dude, yes.” Lance nodded.

“I thought the same thing!”

“Bro.” they high fived

Lance loved Garrison.

They were two peas in a pod after that- if they weren’t already that from the beginning. They even managed to get some classes together. Lance hadn’t ever been able to walk to class with anyone till now, and the hallways felt totally different because of it!

“You gotta become my mechanic when I become a Fighter pilot.” he grinned.

“Yeah- oh, wait.” Hunk held up his hands, “Does that involve me going into the skies with you?”

“Well, yeah of course-”

Hunk was already cringing, making a whining noise, “I don’t like… heights.” Lance could hardly believe his ears, “You serious?”

“Completely.” ‘How can you want to be a mechanic but be afraid of heights?“ he asked incredulously.

Hunk was insistent when he said, "I’m not afraid of heights, I would just prefer to have both my feet on the ground. The ground is nice, the ground is safe.”

“Until there is an Earthquake.”

“That is why I will live in areas where there is no chance of those occurring.” Hunk nodded.

“So then it is a fear.”

“Not a fear, a preference.”

“That sounds like the same thing.” Lance frowned.

“Totally different. My stomach just can’t handle being in the air. I will probably throw up. I do that on every rollercoaster.”

“Hunk!” Lance laughed, “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know…”

“Hey, maybe you just need to get used to it. Once those simulations start, I’m sure it will only take a few tries to get you over your air sickness.”

“You think?”

“Totally, dude. Trust me.” they bumped their fists. “Just remember to bring a bag or something with you those first few times.”

“Right.”

“Hey.” a voice grumbled, “You two are taking up the entire hall,” Keith said behind them. Turning around to look at him, Lance lifted a hand.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Hi.”

“Oh! Oh hey, Keith.” Lance nudged Hunk, “This is Hunk! He is new! He’s going to be a mechanic. He is amazing at it!” Lance explained, feeling awesome that he could brag about his new friend. Hunk seemed flustered at the compliment and chuckled.

“Gee, Lance.”

“Oh uh…” Keith held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Hunk.”

'You too.“ Hunk shook his hand, smiling wide. "Are you going to be a fighter pilot too?”

Keith nodded, “…Yup.”

Lance was so giddy he was bouncing, “It’s going to be awesome though. We just need a communication officer then baam! Off to the stars!”

“If we get put on the same crew. Don’t the higher ups decide who we go with?” Hunk inquired.

“I’m sure we can request it,” Lance insisted, “It wouldn’t be the fun if you don’t like the crew you have. When I see the stars I want to be with friends.”

“You really just want to see the stars, huh?” Keith folded his arms.

“Been my dream since I was a kid.” Lance grinned, “I love space. I wanna see a shooting star up close!”

“That would be awesome.” Hunk agrees.

“…Yeah.” Keith nods slowly, a small smile pulling on his lips. “It’d be… super cool.”

“…Awkward much?” Lance smirked at him. Keith straightened, giving him an angry pout of a look. Lance was laughing at the sight, unable to stop it. When Keith moved towards him, ready to hit him, Lance bolted the other way. “Run Hunk!”

“Huh? Oh- Ahhh!” Hunk followed after him, desperate to get away from the angry mullet of a man behind them.

“Get back here!”

“What did I do?” Hunk demanded.

“Keith just can’t handle being normal!” Lance cackled.

“I don’t want to hear that from you, Lance!” Keith bellowed.

Lance really loved Garrison. It was fun to go there now because of Hunk.

Because of Ke….. Oop, no no. Dangerous thought there. Back it up. Keith is not fun. If everyone on the planet were to describe Keith, not a single one would describe him as fun.

By pure instinct, he felt himself glancing over his shoulder as he ran, staring at Keith. He watched closely as his muscles moved up and down, short legs keeping up with them at an incredible pace simply because of the extensive muscles that were beneath those black skintight jeans.

Then their eyes locked and Lance tripped.

“Lance!”

He landed with a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulder and head, pulling them into a toned chest as they hit the floor, guarding him against smacking his skull directly into the concrete below.

“Lance! Keith! You guys okay?” Hunk huffed, stumbling to a stop.

“I’m fine.” Lance pulled away a little, looking up at Keith, whose eyes were wide.

“Watch where you are going, idiot!” Keith snapped.

“Wha- don’t call me an idiot!”

“I can if it is fact!” Keith roared, grabbing the sides of his head and forcing it to turn to check for damage, “What if you had gotten a head injury or something?”

“It isn’t like I haven’t gotten hurt before, Keith.” Lance hit his hands away, embarrassed when he realized everyone was looking. “…I’m fine.”

Keith didn’t seem satisfied with that but nodded. Holding out his hand he helped Lance to his feet, dusting off his shoulders. Then… he hit him in the shoulder.

“OW!” Lance yelped.

“That is for calling me awkward.”

“Dude!” Lance slammed his foot on top of Keith’s. Yelling, he bounced around on one foot, clutching the other one.

Keith snapped, “That hurt!”

“Good!”

“Uh, guys?” Hunk held out a shaky hand, “Everyone is watching.”

“It’s his fault!” They both roared.

0000-Lunch-0000

“How can you not like mustard?” Lance questioned.

“I just don’t like mustard,” Keith grumbled, grabbing the ketchup for his burger. “I don’t understand how you can like mustard.”

“Mustard is awesome.” Lance says, “La mostaza es buena con todo.” (Mustard is good with everything.)

“I don’t speak Spanish, Lance.” Hunk takes the mustard from him.

“Mustard is good with everything.” he says again.

“I didn’t know you speak Spanish.” Keith is staring at him.

“Fluent in it.” Lance grins, “Sure does help when you want to insult someone without them actually knowing you are insulting them.”

“Because that is the only reason you should learn a second language, Lance.” Keith rolled his eyes.

“You know what I meant… Mójol.” he smirked. (Mullet.)

“What did you just say?” Keith pointed his fork at him.

“Mójol.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll never know.” Lance was quick to scarf down his food.

“Of course I won’t,” Keith grumbled. Looking back down at his burger, he glanced up at Lance from time to time when he was sure he wasn’t looking. Never once realizing that the other was looking at him just as much.

00000-00000

It was close to Summer when a knock came at his door in the middle of the night. Never liking when his beauty sleep was disturbed, Lance stormed to the door and threw it open. “What?” he hissed as quietly as his anger would allow.

“Oh uh-” Keith stood on the other side, shifting uncomfortably, “Sorry…. I probably just woke you up, huh?” Keith huffs, sweat slowly falling from his brow as if he had been running.

“Keith?’ Lance asked, rubbing his eyes, wondering if this was a dream or not. "What are you doing here?” “On the roof…” Keith explains breathlessly, “A meteor shower… you can see it from the roof.” “Oh?” Lance glances at his window, unable to see anything but the building next to the dorms. He rubbed his arm, feeling a dull sense of a chill. “You run here to tell me that?”

Keith seemed unable to answer for a minute, considering his words carefully, “I went to grab my camera and you just so happened to be on the way.”

“Was I?” Lance couldn’t recall if Keith’s room was even close to his. Maybe it was?

“You said something about liking shooting stars.” Keith insists.

Lance perked up, “I do.” he nods. There is a small thought in the back of his mind that he wants to ask, but he wasn’t sure if it was correct to ask. In the end, he said it anyway, hoping to play it as casual as possible, “Did you want me to come see them with you?”

“I’m not inviting you.” Keith folds his arms.

Lance flinches, rage boiling in his stomach, “Then why are you here?” he grouched, quietly glancing over his shoulder at Hunk to make sure he was still asleep.

“I’m just letting you know so if you want to go by yourself you can. Away from me.”

“That kind of sounds like you are inviting me.” “Well, I’m not.”

“Well, I don’t want to go with you.”

“Good.” Keith nods

“Peachy.” Lance was reaching for his coat. They walked down the hall together, neither saying a word.

Glad that he fell asleep in his shorts instead of just his boxers, he felt Goosebumps run up his legs as they scaled the stairs to the roof. “What were you doing up here?” he questions.

“Training.”

This late at night? “Do you really have no other hobbies?”

Keith glanced at him and smirked a little, “Course I do, but it is quiet at this time and no one bugs me with stupid looks or questions like you do.”

“What did you say?” Lance lifted his fist threatening.

Keith chuckled and Lance felt his anger depleting with each one. Scratching the back of his head, the opened the door to the roof and stepped out. The ground was cold against his toes, but the stars that met him made it worth it.

“Whoa…”

They sat close to the railing, leaning back on their palms. “Makes you want to fly up there and get a closer look,” Keith says. “Yeah,” Lance glanced at him, “Thanks for not inviting me.”

“You’re not welcome.”

They laughed and Lance felt great about it. Great about this, whatever it was.

“So…” Keith tapped the ground, “Why did you join Garrison?”

“To be a pilot, duh.” “That’s it?”

Lance shrugged, “Well I mean, basically.” after a pause he corrected himself, “Okay well I mean, I want to go to space. I want to see the stars, you know? If I so happen to become the greatest pilot in the whole galaxy then that would be awesome too, but mostly the space thing.”

Keith snickered a bit, “What a goal.”

“Oh? And what is yours, Mr. High and mighty?”

Keith titled his head to the sky, “Basically the same, see the stars.” he cut himself off abruptly, which lead Lance to believe there was more to it than just that.

“Dude, come on.” he nudged him, “Spill.” “It’s stupid.”

“Probably.” Lance nodded,

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“I won’t laugh.” Lance crossed his heart, “…I’ll try not to laugh.”

Rolling his eyes, Keith seemed a little nervous. Clearing his throat, he forced himself to say, “I was thinking that maybe if I got up there and looked down I'd… see something.”

“Like the Earth? You would totally see the Earth from up there.”

“Not just that.” Keith insists, “I’d see… I dunno, something like a sign? From where I’m from.” Lance sat up, mouth closing as Keith talked. “Maybe I’d see the country where I was born and just know that was the one. Or a city… or even my parents.” he looked away, “It’s stupid.”

Lance grabbed his arm, “It’s not stupid.” The wide look Keith from him felt so open and relieved. “It’s never stupid to want to see your family.”

“Lance…” those eyes were intoxicating, pulling Lance in with no warning.

Then they leaned forward.

If ever asked, Lance will always say that the first time they kissed had been an accident and nothing more. He will accept nothing more than that.

And when he says accident he means that he wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing till the deed was already done.

Pulling back, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth, he could barely breath, “I… That was just- you were-” he stumbled through the embarrassment like his life depended on it, desperate to not ruin whatever it was Keith and him had together.

This was it, he blew it. Everything was going to flush down the toilet at this point! Way to keep it together, Lance!

Ready for the other to explode with rage or confusion, he was taken aback when Keith reached out for the hand that covered Lance’s lips and yanked it away. Half a second later they were kissing again. It was longer this time… deeper.

Keith was always one to act on pure impulse. It had Lance’s head spinning- so unused to the idea of someone returning his affections and actually coming on to him.

“Hey…” Lance whispered through the kiss, “Hold up-” Keith bit his lower lip. It took all Lance had to pull back, “Waitwait… just hold on a minute.” he gasped. “What are we doing?”

Keith blinked, the picture of naive bliss, “Kissing?”

It was at times like this when Lance wondered whether Keith was sharp or dull when it came to common human interactions, “Obviously!”

“So what is the issue?” Keith was leaning forward again

“W-Well, why?” Lance had to curve his back to avoid their lips connecting, his face on fire, “Why are you kissing back? What does this mean about… us?” when his back hit the railing, he huffed heavily; painfully aware of how Keith seemed to loom over him, pinning him down with that intense gaze.

“Us?” Keith was puzzled, but as he sat there, brows slightly furrowed, a tint of red began to spread across his face, “Oh…” he realized, “We are kissing.” he pulled back, hands slightly lifted in a pose signaling surrender.

“Yes.” Lance nodded vigorously. “Why are you kissing me back?”

Put on the spot, Keith did the only thing he could to avoid his embarrassment and turned the question right back, “W-Well, why did you kiss me in the first place?”

“I asked you first!” Lance argued, refusing to let all of this fall on him.

“You started this!”

“That isn’t fair, you are the one to blame!”

Keith threw his arms up, “How so?!”

“Because you- I was just minding my own business till you came along!” Lance insisted.

“I just invited you up to the roof to go watch the meteor shower, you were the one that agreed to come!” Keith jabbed him in the chest.

“You said you didn’t invite me!”

“Well- shut up! You came up here anyway!” Keith was grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, as if he intended to punch him.

“You were the one who invited me to a super romantic outing!” Lance mimicked the gesture and twisted himself to roll on top of Keith.

“W-Who said anything about this being romantic?!” Keith demanded, flustered.

“Anyone and everyone!”

“Whatever! So what if it is considered romantic, you were still the one to kiss me first!”

“You were the one to kiss me the second time! The first one could still be chalked up as an accident!”

“That was not an accident and you know it! So blame yourself for only kissing me for 2 seconds. That isn’t enough to go off of so I had to get another!” The two rolled against the roof, awkwardly landing on their sides in a pile of entangled limbs.

Lance blushed furiously, “No se limite a decir eso en voz alta!” (Do not just say that out loud!)

“I don’t know what you’re saying when you speak Spanish! Speak English!

"Stop making this complicated, Keith!” Lance shrieked. The two of them heaved the other to their knees, tugging and pulling on each other that Lance was surprised they didn’t end up butting heads.

“You are the one making this complicated!” Keith bellowed, “So shut up and stop thinking so much for once and just go with this because I’m losing my mind, Lance! You make me lose my mind!” grabbing him by the shoulder Keith yanked him forward to kiss him again, only to have their noses collide painfully when Lance panicked and turned his head a little.

Scratch the no butting heads thing.

“DUDE! What was that?!” Lance screamed, clutching his nose.

“Me?! You are the one who rammed your nose into mine!” Keith yelled, his voice muffled from the hands covering his face.

“Then don’t just yank and tug on me!”

“What did you say?!” Keith growled, lowering his hands and leaning forward.

'You heard me.“ Lance did the same, but neither moved. The conversation was abruptly ended and neither knew what to do other than glance down at the other man’s lips from time to time but still try to act as if neither of them really wanted this.

But oh… Oh did they want this. Bad.

That’s what scared Lance most to admit that.

In the end, neither of them were sure if it was bad or good luck that one of the teachers had been awoken by their screaming and came up to the roof to bust them. They were given detention for two weeks for leaving the dorms without permission after hours and disturbing the peace so late at night.

During this attention, they seemed to be the only two student present for the entire two weeks. It was torture.

They both sat as far away as possible from the other, avoiding each other for days, finding that they ran into the other more when they did this.

The restroom, cafeteria, on their day off- they saw each other during times they never normally would and it was driving them nuts!

"Are you following me?” Keith finally demanded after the 5th day of the nonsense. They had managed to meet up in the Yoga room. Neither of them even took Yoga and the class had ended two hours ago!

“I was about to ask you the same question. You don’t do Yoga.”

“Neither do you.” Keith growls.

“Maybe I do? Awesome Yoga. Maybe I’m the best Yogameister in the whole wide world?” Lance challenged.

“Okay, first of, Yogameister, is not a word. And second, even if it was, you would definitely not be the best at it.”

“And you would?”

“I’m better at Yoga than you are.”

“You’ve never seen flexible till you’ve seen me!” Lance disagreed.

“Yeah well- you…. YOU!” Keith grit his teeth, wanting to just make his problems disappear.

“You too!”

“You three!”

“You four!”

“WHAT ARE WE DOING?!” Keith screamed.

“I don’t know! You are the one being weird!” Lance shoved him, just to get shoved back a second later. The two fought against each other for a few minutes, their shoes squeaking against the wooden floor.

Turning and spinning around the room, they fell to their knees, both breathing heavy.

“I don’t understand.” Keith admits, his grip tightened against Lance’s arms, “I don’t know what this is.”

“It isn’t like I have the answer,” Lance mumbled.

“I know… but I don’t want to let it go, Lance.”

He nodded numbly; worried something stupid would come out of his mouth if he tried to speak now.

“Say something.” Keith pleaded.

“I…Keith…Man, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Anything…”

He did the only thing he could think of, whispering a single word into Keith’s ear, “B-Bésame.”

Keith didn’t know what that meant, but he had a general idea from the look Lance was giving him. Reaching his hands up to cup his face, Keith pulled Lance closer.

Their third kiss was different from the first two. It was slower, soft and gentle. Neither of them was on edge and could actually enjoy every feeling the other gave them. Lance even built the courage to place his hands on Keith’s shoulders and gentle rub them. Keith hummed at the contact.

After a few seconds, they pulled away. “…What does this make us now?’ Keith inquired.

"I uh… I’m not sure. Are we dating now?” “Are we?”

“Do you want to?” Lance shifted nervously.

Blinking once, then twice, Keith nodded, “Yeah. I do.”

“Then we are.” mentally fist pumping the air, feeling victory upon his shoulders for this beautiful catch he managed to snatch.