1-9-17 // Some photos I took at Niagara Falls. The snow was covered with thick, sleek ice. Walking came with the risk of falling. It was a frozen wonderland at sunset. I wore two pairs of gloves because it was so bitter cold, and windy, but my fingers went numb anyway. There was mist flying into our faces from the falls. Only two other people were there besides my friends and me. Despite the conditions, or perhaps because of the conditions, I think it was worth it. This visit was beautiful, and I’m glad we went when we did.
Aries: sloppy first kisses, bruised knees, moshpits, adrenaline rushes, dirty converse, staring at each other from across the room, midnight adventures, sex in a car, talking about heartbreak
Taurus: holding hands when it’s cold, music festivals, drinking herbal tea surrounded by scented candles, picking grass out of the ground, black coffee, museum dates, 50′s diners, new and soft bedsheets, flower crowns, falling in love with small towns
Gemini: mischievous eyes, parties in the basement, confused feelings, knee socks, excitement growing in the pit of your stomach, breaking into old buildings, skinning your knees, numb fingers, endless conversations, kissing someone in front of your ex
Cancer: rain on windows,wanting something more, midnight visits to the beach, feeling alone in a room full of people, old rock n roll, writing on the walls of school bathroom stalls, denying compliments, freckled cheeks, kissing someone first, finding a love letter/poem that was written to you
Leo: calling someone beautiful and actually meaning it, the courage of getting over your first heartbreak, sun kissed skin, getting your way, soft promises whispered in your ear, drunken laughter, looking in the mirror, falling in love with strangers, neon signs, feeling butterflies in your stomach
Virgo: winged eyeliner, helping someone in need, taking deep breaths of cold air, stacks of books, drunken kisses, strange addictions, being able to not wear makeup and actually feel good about yourself, dinner dates, retro theme, finding secret hideouts
Libra: letting all of your opinions be known, old record players, bloody knuckles, doing illegal things with your friends, crushes that don’t really mean anything, crashing at motels with your lover, champagne, smiling into kisses, the feeling of smoke filling your lungs, heart shaped lollipops
Scorpio: sexual jokes, staring at someone you love and they stare back, feeling of skin on skin, chapped lips in the winter, playing murderer in the dark, the feeling of regret, leather anything, playing with Ouija boards, screaming until your lungs are about to burst, chipped nail polish
Sagittarius: flirty conversations, running on a cold night, making decisions on instinct, breaking the rules, stilettos, laughing uncontrollably, falling in love with cities, the light in someone’s eyes, chokers, big brown eyes
Capricorn: rosy cheeks and nose on a cold winter day, fishnet stockings, looking out the window of a moving train, sharing your deepest secrets at 3am, pale veiny eyelids, wanting to run away with someone, needing alone time to energize, taking the back roads home, journals filled with writing
Aquarius: skies full of stars, exotic eyes, leather jackets, tarot readers, finding something mysterious and not being able to stop thinking about it, kissing at red lights, being stuck in small towns, area 51, black and blued eyes, long nights spent playing video games
Pisces: cigarette smoke, feeling someone’s sadness, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, Salem witches, saddened eyes, forbidden love, abandoned haunted houses, throwing knives, the feeling of knowing something no one else knows, other worldly looks
“It’s all the paper talks about anymore,” Draco frowned, “Stupid Potter.”
“We’re agog,” Blaise said pouring himself and Draco a cup of coffee.
Pansy smothered a yawn and picked up a piece of toast, “Do tell.”
Draco folded his paper, eyes scanning past the picture to the drivel written below, “Potter’s going to join the auror’s, change the world,” he grumbled, “you’d think the sun shines out of his arsehole the way they go on about him.”
Pansy rolled her eyes.
“Couldn’t agree more,” A voice said behind him from the Ravenclaw table, “that Potter’s a total pillock.”
“Exactly-” Draco turned on his bench, his words choking off before they were halfway out of his mouth.
“I really don’t know what they see in him,” Potter said flatly, taking a massive bite of pancake.
Luna smiled absently at Potter’s side, “I don’t know, I’ve always thought he was quite nice.”
Potter picked up his pumpkin juice, “To-tal pil-lock.”
Draco felt his face go hot and he spun around back to his plate. Blaise quickly picked up his coffee cup to hide a growing smile. Pansy snorted, almost choking on her toast, she ducked her head and fumbled for her cup.
Draco grabbed his bag and left the table with an imperious sniff.
I don’t want to come off rude but bear with me. If you don’t ship Tomdaya, you shouldn’t be in the Tomdaya tag or post about Tomdaya. No Tomdaya shipper is interested in what you think or feel about us romantically shipping Tom and Z. If you believe they aren’t together, then you don’t believe they are together. If I and many other Tomdaya shippers believe they are together, then we are going to keep believing they are together. Before People magazine and others made articles about Tom and Z, we were all shipping them quietly, getting to know one another, sharing receipt posts and gifs and just having fun. We would comment on their suspicious behavior and just laugh at funny things Tom and Z did individually and together.
Everyone here was nice and respectful to each other, and after Tomdaya got exposed a bunch of anti Tomdaya shippers came into the tag and that’s quite upsetting. Yes, they denied to be dating but we’re not gonna stop shipping them because of that. None of us (as far as I know) is forcing them to be together. But that doesn’t give you guys the right to come here and fight with the shippers on anon and cry about how you’re not racist or talk about how Tom and Z got secret relationships and etc. We honestly would just rather y’all packed your bags and gone to focus on your ship.
I don’t remember a time where a tomdaya shipper asked for the opinion of an anti. Because we are shipping for fun and are rooting for Tomdaya, whether you guys like it or not. So now I’m just asking nicely because I’m seeing many tomdaya shippers having to deal with rude and disrespectful anons, that if you don’t ship Tomdaya (friendship or relationship) to leave our tag alone. These days on tumblr you can never like anything without people coming here and ruining it.
Go write your posts that are anti Tomdaya in another tag or on your own ships tags. Leave us here shipping tomdaya in peace. I don’t want to have to scroll past the antis to get to actual shippers posts. It’s getting annoying.
Note: FAIR WARNING: I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE I WENT WITH THIS.. I sat down and typed this out. I have a little writers block right now (CAN YOU TELL? THIS IS HORRIBLE) and did not want to ruin a request! maybe leave some feedback, i love seeing your nice messages! (seriously, it’s so cute) ♥ .c
You were shivering from head to toe, dragging your weapons along with you as your boots dug into the thick blanket of snow beneath you. You were pissed off, soaking wet, and you couldn’t feel most of your body. If your teeth weren’t chipped and cracked from slamming together so violently, you’d have to thank your bloodlines for your strong teeth genes.
Bucky followed beside you, guilt set on his features. You were done biting your tongue.
“You almost cost us the mission.” You said through chattering teeth, darting your eyes around the forest. There was nothing but snow falling, endless miles of large trees, and harsh winds biting at your already freezing skin.
Bucky sighed heavily beside you and adjusted his gun on his shoulder, his eyebrows creased. “Don’t you think I know that already?” He shot back, his eyes landing on your smaller and shorter frame. He frowned as he saw the light blue tint of your lips.
You swallowed thickly. “I know you do. I mean, who tries to shoot a suicide bomber? And pushes their teammate into a freezing pond?” You questioned loudly, your breath came out in a puff of fog in the freezing weather.
You looked up at Bucky, his hair was blowing in the wind, any other time it would’ve made you melt. That was hard when you were freezing your ass off. You could see a little bit of blood coming from his head, trickling down his cheek from a previous encounter with a guard.
“I didn’t know there was a bomb in his backpack, Y/N! I didn’t even see the pond; I was too focused on keeping you safe!” Bucky shouted back as he stopped walking. He felt bad for messing everything up, and he felt worse as he watched you hug yourself like you were about to turn to a frozen lump of flesh. Which you were.
You slowed down and turned to face Bucky. “We don’t need to stop. No thanks to you, the map is frozen solid in my back pocket and my comm is somewhere deep in the snow. Not to mention, I can’t feel most of my body.” You said lowly, keeping your gaze harsh and set on Bucky’s.
Bucky frowned and looking around the forest, hoping he’d spot a little cabin far away from here. Surely if there’s a HYDRA base not too far, there was an old hide out they used to lay low. Question is, would it be empty?
You shivered once again and tried to warm yourself up a little bit by rubbing your hands up and down your arms quickly. Letting out a frustrated sigh when your attempts failed, you continued walking. Bucky followed after you, the only sounds coming from either one of you were heavy breaths and the sound of crunching snow beneath your boots.
After another ten minutes of walking aimlessly around the forest, you happened upon a small cabin. You could hear Bucky’s sigh of relief and victory as you neared the area. “Stay back, I’m gonna check it out.” Bucky ordered, sliding his gun off of his shoulder and holding it up in front of him.
You rolled your eyes but stayed put, watching Bucky scope out the outside area before walking up the wooden steps to the front door. He peeked inside the glass oval design and moved away afterwards, turning the door knob. Seeing that it was frozen shut, he knocked his body against it and shoved it open.
You waited as patiently as you could while Bucky checked around the cabin, making sure it was free of danger. A sigh fell from your lips as you looked around you, taking in the place. It seemed quite peaceful and old. The sun was setting and you knew the temperature was going to drop even lower by nightfall.
Bucky’s body appeared at the front door and he motioned for you to come inside. You shivered still as you walked up the staircase, the faint smell of cedar filling your nostrils. You kicked the door shut as your eyes took in the interior. It was dusty and you could feel the heavy weight of old memories and human activity lingering in the air.
You pursed your lips and looked at Bucky. “It’ll work, but what are we supposed to do about the mission? Finding our way back home?” You questioned, sitting down on a chair near the door. You set your weapons down on the floor and watched Bucky slide his boots off, easily kicking them to the side.
He sighed heavily and slipped off his coat, hanging it on the dusty coat rack. “I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is that you need a warm bath.” Bucky said as he bent down to help you take off your boots. You could barely feel the movement against you. Had you not been watching it, your brain wouldn’t have picked up the contact.
Bucky slid off your soaking wet sock and gasped as he saw the purple and blue tints of your foot, his flesh hand rubbing against you. “Y/N, I-” Bucky was speechless. He had no idea it was this bad. You gulped and worked on taking off your other boot, your cold hands shaking slightly. “Don’t worry about it.” You whispered, dropping your boot on the floor. Snow fell off it and melted onto the wooden floorboards.
If you didn’t get warm soon, you’d definitely lose a foot. You stood up on your feet and tried to walk, but since you couldn’t exactly feel them, you stumbled over, only to be caught by Bucky’s arms.
You gasped as you quickly looked up at him and breathed out. “Thanks. I’m-uh-I can’t walk.” You whispered, trying to get out of Bucky’s hold. He gently bent down and moved to pick you up bridal style, carrying you up the staircase. You would’ve objected and acted stubborn, forcing your body to move up the stairs.
But you stayed still, the warmth radiating off of Bucky’s body drew you in. His arms held you close and you could smell his sweat and iron from his small cut on his head. You didn’t mind it, you quite liked the way he smelled. Bucky smirked as he noticed you staring.
“It’s rude to stare, Y/N.” He murmured as he turned into the bathroom. You quickly looked away and were thankful your body was too cold for heat to rise into your cheeks. Bucky sat you down on the closed toilet and stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
You watched as the gears in his brain shifted around, he couldn’t figure out how to word what he wanted to say. You caught on quickly as his eyes fell to your soaked pants. You tucked your lips between your teeth and nodded gently. “You can help me.” You said softly, again thanking your cheeks for not turning red.
Bucky sighed out and you unbuttoned your pants with numb fingers, finding it hard once you got to the zipper. “Here.” Bucky mumbled, sinking onto his knees in front of you. You watched his long, slender fingers pull your zipper down. His fingers moved to your sides and you lifted up enough for him to slide them down your legs.
You hissed as the slightly frozen material scratched at your skin. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Bucky whispered, chanting his apology until he pulled them over your feet. You settled on the toilet top and sighed shakily. “It’s f-f-ine.” You shivered again, feeling even colder, if that were possible.
Bucky stood up and dropped your pants down on the floor near his feet. You lifted your arms as Bucky peeled off your shirt and you gasped at the cool air, goosebumps burning your skin. “I didn’t mean to make you f-feel bad.” You whispered, folding your arms over your chest.
A sigh fell from Bucky’s lips as he turned to turn the tub on. Thankfully, the water still pumped. He felt the warm water kick in and flicked the droplets off his hand before turning back to you. “It’s okay. We’ll talk about it later.” Bucky said with a small smile.
You smiled back and reached for his hands. You held onto Bucky’s shoulders and his hands fiddled with your bra clasp before pulling away from you. You swallowed nervously and let your arms down, your bra sliding off your arms and to the floor. Bucky inhaled deeply and let his fingers glide down your sides before slipping them into the waistband of your panties. Pulling them off, you kicked them from your ankles.
“I-I need help getting in.” You whispered, staring down at your discolored, frozen feet. Bucky nodded and picked you up bridal style again before taking you over to the half full tub. He gently set you in and you gasped at the sudden warmness.
Bucky set you down and you sighed at the warm water, leaning back against the porcelain tub. You looked up at Bucky, keeping your arms over your chest. “Thank you.” You said with a small smile. Bucky scratched the back of his neck and nodded. “I’m gonna make up the bed and try to find some blankets.” He said lowly before taking his leave.
You relaxed in the warm water, and slowly but surely felt the numbness start to go away. Thoughts about Bucky came to your mind. You felt bad for how you snapped at him earlier, and you couldn’t help but realize how much you like him, even more than before. Your feelings started a few months after you were recruited.
It was rough at first; opening up to everyone. Then one night, Bucky found you on the roof of the tower, and you both talked about your pasts and they’re quite similar. You fell hard and fast for Bucky. It scared you. You weren’t sure how to deal with your feelings for him, because what if he didn’t feel the same way?
What if he did but wasn’t ready for that? It was selfish of you to want him to be, so you hid your feelings and let it go. But when Tony told you that you’d be going on a mission with Bucky, and only Bucky, you became anxious.
But rather than the mission going smoothly, you ended up here. It wasn’t Bucky’s fault and he was trying to help you, after all. You sighed and felt your body heat return, so you stood from the bath and drained it before getting out. You searched for a towel and found an old one under the sink cabinet.
You wrapped it around yourself and shivered once again at the chilly air as you left the bathroom. There was a light coming from a room at the end of the hallway, and you figured that was the bedroom Bucky was in. You approached the door and looked inside, watching Bucky make the bed. It didn’t look that disgusting, so you figured it would do. Nobody has been here for a long time.
Bucky looked up at the door and smiled when he saw you. You walked in and held the towel tightly around your body. “I couldn’t find any clothes, so I’ll let you use my shirt. If-if that’s okay with you?” Bucky cautiously asked, his eyes staying on yours.
You nodded and licked your lips, feeling the warmth in them again. “That’s fine. But, what about you?” You asked quietly. Bucky waved his hand at you and crossed around the bed to meet you. “I always sleep shirtless.” He said with a smile. His fingers hooked underneath the hem of his shirt and he pulled his over his head, mindful of his wound.
He gave you his shirt and left the room, letting you change. Quickly dropping your towel, you pulled Bucky’s shirt over your body, instantly catching a whiff of his deodorant and a hint of his cologne. You felt a little exposed without underwear on, even if his shirt was way past your mid-section, but you had no choice.
You walked out of the bedroom and went back to the bathroom, searching for anything to clean Bucky’s cut. You searched all of the drawers and came across some cleaning wipes and band-aids. You smiled and set them on the sink, turning to call out for Bucky.
“Bucky? Can you come here?” You called from the bathroom door, looking down the hallway. You could hear his footsteps rush up the staircase and his body emerge from the corner. He hurried over to you and looked you up and down. “What’s the matter?” He asked softly, reaching his hand out to your arm.
You smiled and pulled him inside of the bathroom. “You took care of me, so let me take care of you.” You said softly, moving him to sit on the toilet top. “Y/N, you don’t have to.” Bucky chuckled, watching you tear open a cleaning wipe and a band-aid. “I want to.” You said as you walked over to him.
Bucky sighed and nodded, his eyes falling to your figure in his shirt. His eyes fell to your legs and back up to your face. You couldn’t hide the blush anymore, but you still ignored it. You gently moved Bucky’s hair off of his forehead and gently wiped away the dried blood.
You were focused on his wound, but still noticed Bucky’s eyes staring intently on yours. A smirk formed on your lips and you grabbed the band-aid, tearing off the seals and gently putting it over the cut.
“It’s rude to stare, Bucky.” You said with a smile. Bucky cleared his throat and took a deep, shaky breath. “Sorry. Let’s get to bed.” He said lowly, standing from his seat. You nodded and walked beside Bucky to the bedroom. It was still pretty chilly and you shivered lightly, holding your arms to your chest.
You pulled the blankets back on your side and saw Bucky pick up a pillow. “What are you doing?” You asked, getting into the bed. Bucky looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Oh, I was gonna sleep on the couch downstairs.” He said bashfully, his hair falling to frame his face. “You can sleep here, there’s enough room.” You said, patting the spot next to you.
Bucky chuckled softly and tossed the pillow back down. He slipped into bed and you lied down on your back, sighing softly. The room was silent for a few moments and you noticed it was finally dark outside. You could hear the wind blowing harshly against the cabin and it made you shiver again.
“Are you still cold?” Bucky questioned, leaning up on his elbow. He looked over at you and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be okay though.” You whispered, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders.
“I’m not gonna let you freeze, Doll.” Bucky reached his arm over to you, letting it slither around your waist. You gasped as he pulled you to his body and your arms were the only thing blocking your chests from being pressed together. Bucky’s skin was warm and you sighed at the feeling of it.
You blushed again and snuggled closer into Bucky’s chest. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring at Bucky’s chin. He smiled and you felt his thumb trace circles on your side. “If I had to be stuck in the middle of nowhere again, in a miracle cabin, I’d want it to be you.” He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead.
Your heart fluttered in your chest and you lifted your head up to look at Bucky. His eyes met yours and your reached your hand up to rest on his cheek. His stubble tickled your palm and you saw the corner of his lips twitch, a smile threatening to spread across his plump lips.
Your eyes traveled along his face and you leaned closer, looking up into his eyes, asking for permission. Bucky smiled just before closing the distance between your lips. You hummed against him and his hand pulled you onto him as he turned onto his back.
Bucky’s hands squeezed your waist and you deepened the kiss, letting your hands tangle into his hair. Bucky’s arms circled over your back, keeping you tight against his chest. His tongue poked out against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, meeting your tongue with his, easily being dominated by his.
You both pulled away for air after a few moments and you giggled, hiding your face in Bucky’s neck. “It was worth it.” You said through your giggles. “What was?” Bucky questioned softly, his hands squeezing your sides. “Being pushed into a freezing cold pond.” You replied, sighing as you made yourself comfortable on his chest.
Bucky chuckled again and cradled your head with his metal hand. “I’m sorry about that.” Bucky said, kissing your head. You shrugged gently and smiled.
“Like I said…worth it.”
Note: I don’t know how I feel about this. It might not even make sense. feedback is welcome, like always! .c
Rubbing the fatigue off your face, you crash down on the bed, arms flailing by your side. You watch your partner start to undo his shirt and you sigh with annoyance. “Go to the bathroom before getting naked, please.” You moan out, not in the mood to deal with him.
Stiles laughs mockingly at you, slowly still undoing his buttons, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He was teasing you, and the only thing you could do other than roll your eyes was drool over his body; he wasn’t the most muscular in the FBI unit but he was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
“How can you be so happy? We messed up!” You exclaim, sitting up at the end of the single bed in the motel room.
Summary: Adrien was twenty years old when he first became Chat Noir and met Ladybug. Four years later, amidst the toughest time of his college career, he meets Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A College/Reverse Crush AU exploring what would happen if Marinette was four years younger than Adrien, how that would change the nature of their superhero partnership, and how one chance meeting can spark an affair that causes a long-dormant battle of duty vs desire to reignite.
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Heart pounding. Head throbbing. Legs wobbly. Sight blurry. Body tired. And a fire burning inside your lungs, or at least that’s what it feels like.
The sun is about to reach it’s peak, in the middle of the sky, like the star on top of the christmas tree. It’s starting to get really warm as well, at least that’s what you think as you try to push forward, try to complete the task.
You have no idea where you are. You’re completely encircled by trees, that look exactly the same to you, except for ’the road’ that just never seemed to end. You briefly wondered if you even took the right direction, but you quickly concluded that it was unlikely that you didn’t, and that the thought was too scary to think of right now.
Führer President Bradley has been killed in a freak accident, leaving the Wrath homunculus without a host. But a replacement has been found: an unwilling Colonel Roy Mustang. Now Hawkeye and the rest of his team fight to save him, and he struggles to survive, as Wrath takes possession of him and everything he holds dear. AU, Evil!Mustang, mostly Hawkeye POV, Royai.
A brutal terrorist attack has left Hawkeye dead and Mustang gravely wounded. But the surviving team members fear for Mustang’s sanity—and his life—as he refuses to accept Hawkeye’s death. Post-canon, implied Royai, Havoc POV, rated T for injuries/death. A deathfic with a twist.
Flowers of Antimony: "Fullmetal, you’re the only guy I know who can turn getting married into an international incident.“ Ed’s wedding plans get disrupted when unknown forces attack Central City. Post-Brotherhood, spoilers; ensemble. Volume 1 of the "Elemental Chess” trilogy.
Brilliancy: Amestris’s chessmaster will need the support of all his closest pieces when he’s challenged by an unseen opponent. But even if he wins, he still might lose… Post manga/Brotherhood, spoilers. RoyAi. Volume 2 of the “Elemental Chess” trilogy.
The Game of Three Generals: In this final installment of the Elemental Chess Trilogy, Fuhrer Grumman and the loyal allies of Team Mustang must stop the villainous Acheron…but can they figure out his plans before someone dies? Full ensemble, pairings as in two prior parts.
With Mustang’s promotion to Führer, they both knew things would only get more difficult; but at least they had each other. The telling of Roy and Riza’s struggles in their fight for a better future, for themselves, and for their country.
Ed has been MIA for months, and when Roy finally finds him, he is blind and more than just physically injured. With the State honorably discharging him, and no father to speak of, Roy has no choice but to care for the boy and try to put the pieces back together. Parental!Roy. Rating for injury and violence, just to be safe.
Post-Brotherhood Royai. In the wake of the Promised Day, Mustang and Hawkeye struggle to find normalcy. With a powerful new enemy and a growing Ishvalan Resistance looming at every turn, will they learn to understand one another before it is too late?
My answers to the 100 Themes challenge for Roy and Riza, now round three! Rated T for safety. Warning: may contain anime/manga spoilers so read at your own risk. 253 - After comin so close to losing her, it was a relief just to hear her breathe.
Lance was floating. He was actually, literally floating. He was back on his home beach, laying on his back, floating on the ocean. But something was…off. He couldn’t feel anything. Not the water lapping over his fingers, the sun on his skin. None of it. He felt..numb. But he welcomed it. The last thing he remembered was insufferable pain. Did he get stabbed? Shot? He couldn’t remember; it felt as though it was a sort of dream. Lance closed his eyes. It really didn’t matter too much to him. He was finally home. Except..he wasn’t. Lance swam back to the shore, toes sinking in the sand. He listened. Silence. He frowned. No, this wasn’t home at all. There wasn’t any of his siblings squealing or splashing in the water, his mom wasn’t yelling at them to play nice or they wouldn’t get any dessert. But..this place still calmed him. It was peaceful, even if the silence was a little unsettling. Lance walked along the shore, water lapping around his ankles. Why couldn’t he feel any of it? Lance stared at his feet, almost commanding them to feel the sand and water, when suddenly, he came across a very bright light. He observed it curiously. “Is it a star?” Lance placed his hands in front of it. “It isn’t emitting any heat..so not a star.” Lance walked around it studying it. Sensing no danger, Lance raised his hand, allowing his fingertips to lightly grace the light. Suddenly, he could feel. But it wasn’t pleasant. Everything part of him felt as if it were on fire, especially around his abdomen. He jerked his hand away, and he felt numb once again. “Okay, never doing that again.” Lance went to turn away when he heard someone screaming. “Shiro! Shiro!! His heart, his pulse, I-I can’t FEEL IT!!” It was coming from the light. Lance gapped, slowly reaching out for the mysterious light. “Keith…?” He said disbelieving. “Hunk! Get more towels to try and stop the bleeding! Princess! Do you have anything that can shock his heart?!” “Yes, Shiro! Coran?” “Already getting it!!” Lance stood frozen in place. Who were they talking about? It sounded like they were in pretty bad shape. “Shiro!!” “What is it Pidge?” “He’s not breathing!” “Shit..get the defibrillator ready! We have to shock Lance! Now!!” Lance turned rigid. It was him. They were talking about him. He was…dead. “I guess that makes sense.” Lance thought. “It explains why I can’t feel anything.” Lance turned to face the beach. He really hoped he wasn’t dead. This wasn’t his heaven. There wasn’t his family, his mama, his friends…there wasn’t Keith. “Lance, Lance! Don’t you give up on me! Come back to me, your hear me!? If you leave me, I’ll fucking kill you!!” He turned back toward the light. “Lance you gotta come back! Whose gonna take me to Cuba? To see the beach and your family? You promised me, remember?!” He did remember. Throughout the duration of being in space for so long, he and Keith had gotten closer. They’re fights turned to teasing bickering, inside jokes were formed, as well as new feelings. They never really talked about it. Didn’t really know how to. Lance made that promise to him one night when they were on the observatory deck, watching the stars. They were talking about Earth and when Keith told him that he lived alone in the desert, it was decided. Lance was taking him back to Cuba with him. Keith responded with a bone-crushing hug, in which Lance wholeheartedly returned. He pulled back and gazed into his eyes. They both started to lean closer. He honestly thought they were going to kiss. If only it weren’t for that damn alarm. In fact, it was that alarm that got him in this situation to begin with. “Okay, everybody stand back, now!!” Shiro exclaimed, breaking Lance’s train of thought. “Clear!!” Lance gasped as he was brought into the light. The pain returned, stronger than ever. He tried to cry out, but nothing would work. He almost broke the surface, but he suddenly found himself at the beach again. “Shiro, it didn’t work!! Do it again!!” “Keith, we can’t! If we do, we’re just gonna hurt him more! He already has burn marks from it!” “I don’t care!! Just bring him back to me!! Please!! I didn’t tell him-never go to-he has to know-” “Keith. I-I’m sorry. He’s gone.” Lance held his breath. Soft sobbing filled his ears. With each breath, they grew stronger until they were gut-wrenching sobs. Lance grit his teeth. He didn’t care about the pain. All he cared about was Keith. With fire in his eyes, Lance ran. Straight into the light.
He felt like he was drowning. The pain was too unbearable, and he almost wished he were back on the beach. He couldn’t breathe. His lungs wouldn’t work and his finger and toes felt numb. He tried to break the surface. It was as if he were swimming in tar. His moves were sluggish, but he didn’t give up. He couldn’t. As he grew near the surface, the pain grew. If he were able, he would’ve been screaming with hot tears streaming down his face. He was almost there. He could hear muffled voices, as if they were underwater. In determination, Lance gave a final push. Lance broke the surface, and took in wrecked, ragged breaths, his lungs greedily taking them in, begging for more. His face became wet with tears, and the pain was too much. Unbearable. He wanted it gone. He almost wished death to come back to him when he heard several broken gasps and someone choking on a sob. “LANCE!!!”