So I took “and he gets really sad” to Langst levels because I have no control.
A small case of the sniffles was nothing to Lance. He worked through it with ease, but when he woke up two days later with a throat so raw and so sore that it brought tears to his eyes, he began to second guess himself.
However, he still tried to power through, but halfway through breakfast, his weak, raspy voice gave out entirely when he was in the middle of reassuring Shiro that he just had a small cold.
He tried to talk, but all that came out was a soft squeak that left him wincing.
“Just a cold, huh?” Keith asked, one eyebrow arched in a teasing manner.
Lance huffed and poked at his throat. He cleared his throat and tried once more to respond vocally, but it was helpless and quite painful.
“You better not,” Shiro warned. “You’ll only make it worse.” He held an index finger up to his mouth, motioning for Lance to keep quiet.
Lance sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. For the remainder of breakfast, he shoved his food around his plate with his fork as the others chattered around him as if nothing was wrong.
“A Secret That’s Worth It”
Carl x Reader, Negan x Reader
Word Count: 9,670
Negan x Daughter Reader, Carl x Reader
Summary: You’re Negan’s teenage daughter and from the minute you saw Carl, he sparked your interest, leading to a relationship between you two.
Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, mentions of death, kinda smutty
A/N: Does not follow the show exactly, I had to change up some things for the sake of the story, but I tried to make it as close as possible.
He was the first person you noticed when you stepped out of that RV.
He was wearing a flannel and a cowboy hat, and even with one of his eyes covered up and it being dark out, you could see how bright blue they were. You didn’t know his name, but you certainly were attracted to him.
Your father, Negan, had told you to stay inside the RV while he went out there and talked to them. He had told you that he was going to kill one of them and that he didn’t want you to see that, so you needed to stay away.
“Y/N, I do not want to see you out there. Your ass better stay in here, alright?” Negan had warned you. You didn’t listen. You had heard him talking to their group, and you got curious. All you wanted to do was see what they looked like, nothing more. You opened the door slightly and peeked your head out, making the attractive boy turn his head and look at you. They all did, but he was the only one you noticed.
“Dear daughter, did I not tell you to stay inside?” Negan bellowed. You knew he was trying to scare the group- that was his way of being a big, bad leader. He intimidates everyone. And by the look of everyone’s face, they were definitely afraid.
“Are you sure you can stay on the phone? You won’t fall
Yoongi being so far away was always like slow torture, and
you weren’t sure if your nightly phone calls made it better or worse. Tonight
he sounded extra lazy after a long day, but insisted on calling you anyhow.
“I’m sure; I just really wanted to hear your voice.”
“There’s no need to worry,” he said as you smoothed your hands over his tie, straightening it out for him nervously, “I’ll call you when I get to the airport, when I land, when I get to the hotel, when I–
“Okay babe you don’t have to go that far,” you sighed as you looked up at him, cupping your palm against his cheek.
“If it makes you feel better I will though, that’s not a problem.”
“No, it’s okay. I know it will be alright. You’ll leave and come home, just like all the other times,” you assured, not wanting to make his leave any more stressful for him than it needed to be. He went on over a dozen business trips a year and this one was no different than any of the others, but you couldn’t help the anxiety in your stomach, a terrible feeling that had overtaken you since the moment you had woken up. He looked down at you thoughtfully, leaning down to place a soft kiss against your lips.
“I’ll call you when I land,” he promised as he picked up his bag, grabbing the breakfast you packed him before leaning in to steal another kiss, caught in the middle as Jungkook walked in.
“Awww I’m a sucker for this sweet shit,” he said as you broke apart, eyeing you with an amused expression. You rolled your eyes as you handed him a coffee, having already expected him to come.
You walked them to the door with your fingers intertwined with Taehyung’s, his thumb rubbing small circles into your palm as he felt the dread leaking off of you, hoping to get you to calm down in anyway he could.
Everything’s going to be okay, everything’s going to be okay, you’re just being paranoid.
He whispered an ‘I love you’ before pressing his lips against your ring, his eyes lighting up as he looked down at it, recalling the moment he had gotten it on your finger.
“Have a safe trip guys,” you yelled after them as you stood in the doorway, watching them as the driver loaded their luggage into the car. “Bring him back in one piece for me please!”
“I’ll keep him safe, I promise!” Jungkook yelled back with one last wave, disappearing behind the tinted windows. You closed the door as you watched them drive away, determined not to let your irrational feelings take over your mind, knowing that when he came back everything would go back to being as perfect as it once was.
“Why does she seem so worried? Did you tell her where we were going?” Jungkook asked as he rested against the leather seats, eyeing Taehyung curiously. He had swore he would never tell her anything that had to do with his line of work but he was also the type to change his mind–a dangerous characteristic to have, at least for their job.
Taehyung sighed, opening the window as he lit a cigarette, throwing him a smirk.
The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)
A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.
Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs
Summary: Anthony is an art student who needs someone to model nude. He chooses the reader, who happens to have an unadvisable, annoying crush on the sunshine-y boy.
Word Count: 2,966
A/N: It is officially the first day of the Write-A-Thon! I may have stayed up until 12 just for this, oops. But I’m super excited because I love Anthony Ramos and I love this AU and there is just a LOT of love to give, okay??
the prompt: prince jungkook au where he always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and y/n is new to the kitchen staff. soon they become friends and maybe something more. (definitely something more who am i trying to kid)(also request was rlly long so i summarized it)
category: fluff + once again, fond!kookie
author note: never apologize for long requests bc that is how i survive. also, someone seriously needs to stop me from writing about fond jungkook bc ya girl can’t get enough. anyway, please enjoy!
What do you think of an imagine where the reader is Adam’s favorite character
in a book, who he asks to see in the mirror at least once a day, slowly falling
in love with her?
Aaaaaaaah! <3 C U T E
I think I’m going to make this into a series? Someone please give me feedback?
“It’s getting late, my little prince.” The
kind queen chided her son as he sat upright in the bed. “I’m afraid it’s time
for you to sleep now.”
“One more story! Please!” The young boy
begged eagerly. After thinking for a long moment, the queen met the prince’s
gaze. His eyes were sweet and blue, full on innocence. She sighed.
“All right, one more.
And then, you must sleep. You have a big day ahead, you know.” Her smile was
soft as she searched the small shelf in Adam’s room. What was there here that
she hadn’t read to him yet? And then she found it.
It was an old book. One she hadn’t laid
eyes on since she was at least a teenager. It had been a favorite of hers. The
Girl Made of Starlight.
“Here’s one.” The queen sat down in the
chair beside Adam’s bed. “I haven’t seen this book in a very long time.”
“Where was it?”
“Hiding, I suppose. Waiting for the right
moment to make itself known. But nevertheless, the sooner we finish, the sooner
you’ll be asleep.” She took a breath and opened the front cover. “Once, in the
Kingdom of the Sun, there was a girl. To everyone around her, she appeared
ordinary, boring and quaint. And as she grew up surrounded people who thought
of her as nothing but standard, she began to believe that ordinary was all she
ever was, all she could ever be. But that was not the case.”
“What was she?” Adam practically bounced
“Eager tonight, are we?” the queen smiled.
“(Y/N) was truly more than just the daughter of the miller. She was a child of
After reading a large portion of the book,
the queen decided that it was getting far too late for her little prince to be
awake given the events waiting for him the following day. So, despite his many,
many protests, the queen placed a bookmark in her treasured favorite and put it
on the shelf for another night.
But the queen never got to finish her
She soon fell to illness and became too
sick to read. Soon after, she was gone. And as the kingdom grieved, the king
became twisted. Her death was the end of him. And so was it the end of the Adam
that was hopeful, the Adam that was kind.
Years later, when Adam had reached
adulthood, came the curse that twisted him into an enormous, fearsome beast.
The story of the star girl was long-forgotten. Adam spent years in isolation,
wallowing in his misery. His selfishness had done this, his vanity. He had
taken so much pride in his looks, in the beauty of the things he owned, and now
that it was gone, he felt as though he had nothing.
As time passed, Adam ventured from his West
Wing more and more. He didn’t want to gaze upon the cursed rose any more than
he had to. It was only a reminder of his mistakes, of the grim deadline that
hung over his head. The library became a refuge, a place where he could escape.
The book the Enchantress had given him sat idle on his shelf, and instead, he
found a home in literature. As he searched the shelf, something fell and hit
the floor with a soft thud. He looked down, and there it was: The Girl Made of
Adam slowly bent down and picked up the
book with his massive paws. He brushed off the cover, and his blue eyes
widened. Thoughts of his mother came rushing back to the surface. He was
tempted to put the book back, to forget he had ever found it, but instead, he
carried it over to the couch and began to read it.
Inside the pages of the book waited the
story of (Y/N), the miller’s daughter, who was just about to discover she was
not as normal as she had been raised to believe.
~Losing her mother had changed (Y/N). Every
day, the glimmering star that hung around her neck only served as a reminder of
the magnificent woman that had left her daughter behind. Her mother’s words
were ingrained in her mind. With her last dying breaths, she had put the
necklace around (Y/N)’s neck.
“Remember that there is light in
everybody.” Her lips pulled into a frail smile as her husband and daughter sat
beside her in tears. “And there is light in you. You don’t know it yet, but you
will. No matter where you go, no matter how far you travel, I will always be
Iridessa squeezed (Y/N)’s hand as the life
in her began to fade.
“You are a child of the stars. A beautiful
girl with more power than you know.” She pressed a finger to the center of her
chest and whispered a final goodbye as the life left her eyes. “I believe in
Adam took a deep breath and adjusted himself
on the soft couch that sat beside the hearth. He had a feeling he would be
there for a while.
Over the course of the week Adam had read
the book at least twice a day, only taking brief breaks for meals and sleep. He
was a man obsessed. He didn’t know why, but of all of the books in the library,
this one had captured his attention better than anything he had ever read.
After finishing it for the tenth time, a
strange idea occurred to him as he brushed past the enchanted rose that had
doomed him to this fate, the wretched timer, an eternal reminder that his day
was coming. Then, he would be stuck like this forever. Beside the rose sat the
Enchantress’ mirror. The moment his eyes settled on it, he reached out for it.
He took a deep breath. This was stupid.
This was a dumb idea. It would never work.
But what if?
“Show me…show me the girl made of
The surface of the mirror rippled, and then
there she was, just as the book had described. Her hair had flooded with white,
and her silver eyes shone like stars. Her cloak of the sky was wrapped around
her shoulders, and the necklace her mother had given her hung around her neck.
She was running. From what, he didn’t know,
but at the sight of her, after watching her and realizing she was real…or at
least, she was real somewhere, he
almost dropped the mirror. He took a long, labored breath. She was real. She
was actually real. And she needed help.
Days passed. Adam tried not to watch her
too often, but it was hard not to. She was real. She existed, and he couldn’t
shake the feeling that there was someone or something after her. She always
seemed to be rushed. She had quick meals in little taverns, and took cautious
sleeps at haphazard inns. She carried very little and showed her face to very
few, most often keeping hidden in her large cloak of the sky.
With her, she kept very few things. Aside
from her cloak and necklace, all she had with her was a map, a worn leather
book of stories, and a pouch of coins. There was something about the book with
her. Adam knew it was important to her, but he didn’t know why.
Perhaps it was why someone was chasing her.
Again, I kind of want to do a series on this, so feedback would be awesome. I love you guys <3
Letting out an irritated groan, [Y/N] rolled over in her bed. With her eyes still closed, she pawed for her phone that was obnoxiously buzzing on her night stand. Yanking the charger out, she opened an eye to see that it was a facetime from Tom is better than Harrison👍👌🙌. Groaning again, she slid to answer.
“You better have a damn good reason why you’re facetiming me at three in the morning, Holland.” Regrettably sitting up, she tried to adjust to the brightness of her phone.
Tom gave an apologetic grin, “I miss you, does that count as a good enough reason?”
[Y/N] tried to fight back the smile but gave in. Playfully rolling her eyes, she squinted at his surroundings. It appeared that he was at the beach and that it was sunnier than hell. She instantly became jealous. “I was going to let it be a good enough reason but now I see your ass is at the beach and I’m pissed again.”
“Oh but love,” Tom pouted. “I can’t help if I’m shooting near the beach.” Jutting out his bottom lip, he pulled his sunglasses up on top his head. “If it helps, it’s really not that much fun.”
“Mhm, yeah okay.” She said sarcastically.
“I’m being completely one hundred percent serious.” Tom flinched when a fan walked past and waved. It always made [Y/N] giggle when fans did that. It always caught him off guard and he’d have mini heart attacks because he’d never be aware of his surroundings when he facetimed with her. “I really do miss you.”
Shifting into a better position, she laid on her side with her head propped on her hand. “I miss you too.”
“Will you please come to me?” Tom asked.
[Y/N] took a deep inhale, she hated when Tom asked her that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was because she hated planes. She became extremely anxious and would nearly have a panic attack every time. “You know I can’t.” She finally said.
Tom frowned, “Please, baby.”
“I promise it won’t be that bad. You just have to make it here and then you’ll have me on the way back. I just miss you so much.” Tom pleaded, he hated being away from her for too long. It made him go a little mental when he was apart from [Y/N].
“I’d be on a six hour flight, Tom.” [Y/N] whined. “And then getting used to the time zone switch.”
“Please,” Tom dragged out. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He wiggled his brows and laughed at her expression.
“Is that why you want me to endure a six hour anxiety induced flight because you just want some?” She asked with a raised brow.
Tom laughed again. “I mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get some if you came.”
“Thomas Stanley Holland, if only your mother heard you right now.” She warned.
“I’d be in a shit load of trouble.” Tom responded as he took a seat on a bench. “I’m almost certain she believes we’re still virgins.”
“I don’t think you give your mother enough credit. We’re twenty and have stayed in multiple hotel rooms together since we were eighteen. I’m sure she knows we’re not saving ourselves for marriage.”
“Well I am. I’m saving all of me just for you.”
Rolling her eyes, she yawned. “Wrap it up, kid. I’m sleepy.”
“[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], please for the love of god, will you get on the next plane and come to me.”
“Tom,” she whined again. “I’m seriously about to have a panic attack thinking about it. What do you think is going to happen if I do get on a plane for six hours.”
“You’ll probably hyperventilate and scare the shit out everyone that’s sitting beside you.” Tom shrugged his shoulders at her expression, “You asked.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“No you don’t.”
“I really do.”
“Ahh, you really don’t.”
“I mean I could if you were here.”
“Thomas!” [Y/N] shrieked.
Laughing, Tom ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, just please come. I really need you. I’m getting so unbelievably stressed out right now and you always know what to do and say to make me feel better.”
[Y/N] groaned, she hated when Tom used that whole ‘you make my stress go away’ ruse. But, she knew at the same time that it wasn’t just a trick to get her there. She really didn’t know how she made Tom’s stress disappear but she did. “Baby.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She groaned. “When I wake up later, I’ll look up the flights okay?”
Tom smiled, “Let me know which one and I’ll pay for it, okay?”
“Absolutely not.” She countered.
“What? Yes.” Tom snapped back, his brow raised. “I kind of peer pressured you into coming here, so let me pay for it okay?”
“And let you pay for my hotel room too? This is how it goes, you always pay for everything.”
“Of course not. You’re staying with me.” Tom grinned, “And I’m supposed to and before you hit me with the whole sexist shit, it’s also because I want to. You’re my Queen, baby.”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Won’t be soon enough. I love you, get some sleep.”
“I love you too and don’t worry I plan on it.” She blew him a kiss and ended the call. Setting her phone back on her nightstand, she sighed into her pillow. Reaching down to pull the collar of the hoodie she wore to her nose, she inhaled Tom’s scent. At least she’ll get to steal another hoodie of his when she visits. [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to count the number of his hoodies she had in her closet. And she was amazed that he kept buying them knowing that they would end up with her.
Smiling as she fell asleep, she couldn’t wait to see and feel him again.
Pairing; jungkook x reader || Dancer kook!au + Jealous kook!au
Summary;“I’m not your princess.” You fall in love with your best friend dancer Jungkook, and sexual tensions grow until something happens.
Word count; 3.2k
warnings; smut, language, slight bondage, princess and daddy kink
A/N; sorry for not writing anything for the longest. :( THIS HAS A LOT OF FLUFF THO TOO. (and sorry if there are some mistakes lol) i need jesus from this omgg
You sauntered out the door, being exposed a new day. The bitter cold wind hit you which felt like a thousand needles against your skin since you had to wear a stupid skirt for the uniform. You were on your way to school trying to keep alive and warm in the process. “Ugh winter is going to be the death of me.” You groaned to yourself as you shivered.
You hugged yourself only to notice you forgot your coat. Time was ticking and you were quite far away from home already. Making your way down the icy street with the pure white snow in your hair, you noticed your best friend Jungkook. He was also walking to school. Jungkook lived a few blocks away from you. His face lit up and he ran up to you. He seems so happy to see you, everyday.
“Hey y/n! How are you princess?” He greeted you. You froze up even more at the word ‘princess’ “Hi, but will you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.” “Uh, well it’s just because you act like one, that’s all.” he explained to you. You continued to walk and hug yourself trying to keep the cold away. Suddenly Jungkook slipped off his coat being left in his white button up shirt that seems to be way too small. It contoured his toned body perfectly. You looked away and shook your head. “That’s wrong, no, stop it”, you told yourself.
[Well, this is the first fic I ever wrote. I have been able to develop it in my head for the past day or two, and it was actually never intended to be a fic, but I thought why not share it with everyone? I thought it was pretty good. This is some Langst, with a tiny bit of Klance in there too]
Description: Lance was captured, and held captive by the Galra in their ship. The others came to rescue him, and get him out of there. For quite a while, Lance plays it off like he’s ok, and there’s nothing to worry about, but Keith steps over the line, and Lance goes overboard, telling him, and the others, what’s wrong.
‘Being captured by the Galra isn’t all that great,’ Lance thought to himself. He was in his armor, tied up to a chair, unable to move. He was in a small, locked room. It felt just like a prison cell. At least this was better that what’s been happening to him the last two days he’s been held hostage.
Lance then heard a crash. He knew that that must have been the other paladins coming to save him. As Lance heard them turn the corner that lead them to his cell, he yelled out to get their attention.
“GUYS! I’m in here!”
Pidge was lucky enough to just hear him as they passed through. She ran over to the cell, as Shiro, Keith, and Hunk followed. Pidge sat down and started messing with the wires beside the cell Lance was in. Within a minute, she was able to get the door open.
Lance couldn’t be anymore happy to see them, but he felt as if he was unable to smile. He was in pain. More so than he has been in his whole life. But he couldn’t tell the others that. They would get to worried, and that would just hold the team back. So he just had to fake it.
“Guys!” Lance pretended to shout excitedly.
“SHHH! Keep it down, they might hear us,” pidge whispered at Lance.
After Pidge and Hunk untied Lance, he struggled to stand up. But Lance knew that he had to keep pretending to be fine. He didn’t know how lang he could keep it up, but he had to at least try.
“Lance, are you ok? Did they hurt you,” Shiro questioned Lance.
No, he wasn’t. “Yah, don’t worrie, I’m fine,” Lance lied.
“Ok, then let’s get out of here before they catch us,” Keith exclaimed, “They’re probably already on their way.”
As Lance tried his hardest not to limp, he ran with the other papadins to escape the ship. They all escaped through a hole Keith cut out earlier to get the other paladins inside, for the rescue.
They made their way to the lions. Lance rode with Shiro, since Blue wasn’t there to give him a ride back to the castle. Shiro wanted Lance to ride with him to make sure he was ok, because Shiro knows that Lance can often lie that he’s “Ok.” They made it back to the castle.
As the paladins exeted their lions outside, Shiro turned toward Lance, and the others did too, out of curiosity.
“Lance,” Shiro started, “Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t look so good.”
Lance understood that he apparently didn’t look “ok” enough, so he put on the most convincing smile he could, and looked at Shiro with bright eyes.
“Yah, I’m fine,” Lance lied, “I’m just a little dizzy, that’s all.
Shiro took his word for it. He explained to Lance that he should probably go rest, considering he had most likley had a long two days with the Galra. And boy, were those days long. As much as lance wanted to protest, he couldn’t help but say yes, considering that he honestly felt like he could die in the next ten minutes.
Lance did his best to not limp, and fall over on the floor as he walked with the rest of the group inside the castle. Once Lance got back to his room to rest up for a bit, he collapsed on the floor, sitting in front of his door, breathing heavily, and whining from pain. He kept as quite as he could to make sure the other’s couldn’t hear him. They had no idea what the Galra did to Lance, and he wanted to keep it that way. He somehow had the strength to stand up and limp himself over to his bathroom. He took off his armor to reveal his whole body. He was disgusted. He honestly didn’t know how he wasn’t dead yet. Lance slowly started to put on his normal clothes. As painful as this was, he needed to make sure the others didn’t see his body to avoid them worrying. Once he finnaly got his normal cloths on, he crawled over to his bed, wondering how much longer he has to pretend he doesn’t want to cry every second that he’s awake. After hours, what felt like years to Lance, of almost breaking down in pain, he somehow managed to fall asleep.
The alarm for the paladins woke Lance up. He was miserable. He has never felt worse in his life, but he had to keep a smile on his face. He got up, and put on his jacket. He was satisfied that all of his body was coverd. As he almost crawled to the door, he noticed that his hands were uncovered. They looked horrible from the two days he was held hostage. They felt worse. Lance looked around his room for something to cover them up with, and found a pair of gloves under his bed. He hobbled over to be bed, and picked up the gloves, whining quite a bit during the process. He slid the gloves on, and zipped up his jacket all the way so his neck was also coverd. He was satisfied now. Everything was coverd, and now he can go see the others. Once he stepped foot out his door, he stood up straight, and tried he best to walk normaly, no matter how much he wanted to cry.
As he walked toward the training deck, where the others always were in the morning, he realized the he will most likely have to fight a bot. He didn’t know what to do. He wat terrified that the others will know something’s up. All he could do for now was try his best to pretend he was fine, and maybe a merical would happen where he didn’t need to fight a bot.
Oh how wrong he was.
Lance entered the training deck, and the four other paladins looked right at him. He got worried he wasn’t acting good enough.
“You’re late,” Shiro said with a stern voice.
“Since when isn’t he,” Pidge said back at Shiro, earning her a chuckle from Hunk, whom was sitting next to her.
Lance gave a slight sigh of relief, as he tried his best to walk over to take a seat next to Pidge. Keith was in a battle with a bot at the monent, and Lance just watched. He didn’t feel like giving any sourt of snarky comment of how “bad” he was doing. Pidge quickly took notice of this, and felt a little confused.
“Hey Lance,” She started, “how come you’re not insulting Keith? You always do that to try and distract him.”
Lance quickly came up with an excuse. “Eh, just a little tired for yesterday. But I’m fine, no need to worry.” Lance gave her a fake smile of reassurance, and Pidge bought it. Lance, Pidge and Hunk all sat next ro eachother as Keith finished up his training with the bot.
“Good work Keith. You’re really staring to get a good grip on hand-to-hand combat,” Shiro siad to Keith. Keith only gave him a nod, and started walking towards the three other paladins sitting on a bench. Lance hoped and prayed that he wasn’t next for training. He didn’t think he could take it.
“Lance, you’re next,” Shiro called out. But he didn’t call up Lance cause he wanted to actually see him train. He called him up cause he knew something was up. As good of an actor as Lance was, he could still see right through his lies.
“Uh…,” Lance started. He needed to come up with an excuse. “Are you sure Shiro? I’m still pretty dizzy from yesterday. The Galra aren’t quite that freindly you know.”
“I’m well aware of that” Shiro stated. “But I would still like to see you try your best to fight the bot.”
Lance only stared at Shiro. He was done for now. ‘Maybe another merical will happen,’ he thought. Lance reluctanly stood up, and walked over to the center of the deck. Shiro got the bot ready, and let the bot sprint ot Lance. Lance got out his bayard, and had it transform into his gun, but It was so heavy for Lance’s weak arms, that it fell right to the floor bringing his arms with it. He struggled to pick the gun back up, but it was to late, and the bot gave him a kick to the chest. Lance stumbled to the ground, his chest burning in what just happened. All of his energy went to trying not to cry or scream in pain. Shiro stopped the bot, and ended the training sequence. He started to walk up towards Lance.
“I thought something was up,” Shiro said to himself.
The three paladins on the bench sat there in confusion, not knowing what was going on. The three of them got up on thier feet, and started walking towards Lance.
Lance knew he there was nothing else he could do, but he still had a little hope that maybe he could convince the others that he was fine, even though he was far from that.
Lance stood up as quickly as he could, no matter how much it hurt, and started to protest.
“Sorry about that Shiro, I’m just not on my ‘A game’ today,” which was more than true.
“Lance,” Shiro said sternly, “Something’s up, and you’re not telling us. What’s wrong.”
The three paladins that were standing behind Shiro were even more confused than before. They want to help out his friend, and help him feel better.
“Nothing is wrong Shiro, I promise,” Lance said as calm as he could.
“Aw, come on buddy,” Hunk said cheefully as he walked up to Lance. “You can tell us if something is wrong, we’re your friends!”
Hunk gave him a stiff pat on the back, wich earned an unexpected yelp of pain from Lance. All the paladins stared at him.
Ok. This was it. Lance was done for now.
“Woah, you ok dude,” Hunk worryingly asked.
At this point, Lance started panicking. “Yah, don’t worry I’m all good,” Lance said uncalm.
Pidge was onto him now too, but she decided to take a different route, instead of repeatedly asking him if he was ok.
“Lance, why do you have gloves on,” Pidge asked with supition.
Lance knew he had to tell them, but he couldn’t. “Uh.. Er-um… I just got cold, ok,” is the best Lance could come up with.
“Lance, all we want to do it help. Please tell us what’s wrong,” Shiro said in a calm voice.
“Nothing! Nothing is wrong, I’m fine!,” Lance said as he panicked.
For the next few minutes, it was the paladins bombarding Lance with questions, that Lance didn’t know how to respond to.
“Ugh, Lance, stop being so selfish, and tell us what’s wrong,” Keith said out of annoyance.
Lance started with his usual ‘It’s nothing, I’m fine,’ but in the middle of that sentence, Lance paused. He thought for a moment. His eyes narrowed and he stared at Keith. He almost looked discusted at him. Keith stood there in confusion, and so did the rest of the paladins.
“Selfish… Selfish?!,” Lance said, almost shouting the second time.
“Do you not know what I did to protect you? Do you not know what I went through?,” Lance started.
Keith stood there even more confused than before. The other paladins watched, but Lance was talking to Keith.
“Y-you know what?… Fine,” Lance quietly said. He ripped off his gloves, and jacket to reveal his arms. The paladins were in complete shock, fear, and almost disgust. All of them coverd their mothes, and oped their eyes wide. Lances arms were almost completely red, coverd with deep cuts, shock marks, blisters, and almost anything bad you can think of. His arms even seemed like they were missing the first few layers of skin, which you could say they were. Lance continued toy stare at keith for another moment, and the started again.
“Ok, I’m not fine. I haven’t been ever since I was held hostage of the Galra ship.” Lance’s voice was shaky, and had anger in it, but he wasn’t shouting.
“You have no idea what I went through durring those two days. I have been hit, punched, kicked, shocked, tased, cut, whiped, stabbed, and a LOT more that I can’t even remember at this point.”
All the paladins stood there, not knowing what to do.
“Lance…,” Shiro said softly. Lance gave him a quick glair that clearly said, 'Let me finish this.’ Shiro backed off.
Lance continued speaking to Keith. “And you know…” Lance gestured to his arms, “All of this could have avoided.”
The paladins gave him a look of, 'well why didn’t you avoid it?’ Lance answerd.
“I could have avoided all of that pain and suffering if I just told them where you guys were, and how to get Voltron.”
The paladins somehow become more shoked than before. They realized that Lance went through something so much worse that they could imagine, because he wanted to protect them. Keith felt a slight bit of fear from Lance’s tone, and extream guilt for saying that he was selfish, when clearly, he was so selfless and loyal to his team.
“If I just told them you you were, I would have been fine, but OH NO I DIDN’T, because I knew that it would lead to a lot of worse thinds than me getting beat up!” Lances voice started to get a little more shakey, and his voice started to raise more, but not quite to a shout. Every sigle word he said was directed right at Keith. He didn’t care that the others were there.
“You don’t know how many times I passed out from blood loss, but OH, they made sure I was well alive, so they could keep beating me up, until I gave them an answer!” Lance’s eyes started to get puffy. He couldn’t contain his emotion, and how angry he was. He didn’t even notice the pain going through his body as he spoke.
“Two days… 48 hours of pain. For two days, I got no food, water, or sleep, all I got was needles being stabbed into me, and boiling water beeing poured all over me!” Lance said.
Lance was shouting now. The other paladins keped standing in shock, not even Shiro knew what to do. As Lance continued to shout at Keith, he started to cry from all the emotion he was having. Keith stood in fear, and in guilt.
Lance subconsciously started to slowly walk towards Keith while still shouting, almost screaming, at him. Keith in fear, backed up at the same pace Lance walked toward him.
As Lance continued, Hunk jogged up to him, and gently put his hand on his shoulder. He tried to calm Lance down, but Lance didn’t even look at him when he shoved Hunk off, having him tumble to the ground. Pidge and Shiro ran to go help Hunk.
Lance then continued, still walking towards Keith.
“You don’t know how may times I ran out of voice to scream with! You don’t know how many times I ran out of tears to cry with!” Lance screamed. His eyes were red, with tears pooring down his face like a river. Keith was now all the way backed up to the wall, with no where else to go. Lance continued to walk toward him.
“You have no idea what I went through durring thoes two days to protect you, and the others, and YOU DARE CALL ME SELFISH FOR IT!!!” Lance shrieked. Durring the last part of his sentience, Lance reached Keith at the wall, grabbed the callar of his jacket, and pulled his face close to his own.
Keith was terrified. Out of all the aileins he fought, and missions he has been on, he has never been more scared. His eyes were wide. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. Nothing would come out of his mouth.
Lance on the other-hand was furious. He has never been so mad in his life, and he knows that too. The word 'selfish’ ran through his mind. He went through the worst of the worst to protect his team, and Keith said he was selfish. The tears kept pouring down his face as he stared at keith, with a face that couldn’t have anymore passion in it for how he felt at that moment.
The other paladins were sure that if Lance had a knife, he would stab Keith a few times, and not even fell sorry for it. They have never seen either side of these two before. Keith; The brave boy, who always knew what to do, was terrified out of his skin. Lance; the happy-go-lucky paladin, who always has a smile on his face, was filled with rage, while heavy tears came down his face out of anger.
Only a tick or so passed as Lance finished speaking. He felt his legs wobble. He felt and extream amount of pain. I guess that was getting him back for not noticing while his emotions took over. He started to breath heavy, and Keith noticed, but didn’t know what to do. Still holding on to his collar, Lance fell over and collapsed on the ground, almost bringing Keith down with him. Lance started to cough up blood. Shiro, Hunk and Pidge ran over to assist, and Keith stood in frount of him, not sure what to do. Between coughs of blood, Lance gave heavy, breathy sobs, from crying so much, and having so much emotion run through him.
Within a minute, Lance finished coughing up blood, and passed out on the floor. The paladins stayed silent for a moment. They were all in shock. Of what Lances arms looked like; destroyed. Of how he reacted when Keith called him selfish. The story of what he went through, and being suprised he lived, not to metion he even somehow managed to put on a smile, trying to fake it.
The paladins looked at eachother. Shiro, still in shock, brushed it off. He knew he still had to be the leader.
“Pidge,” He said in a slight panic, “Go get Allura and Coran. Bring the medical supplies too. Keith, Hunk. Grab Lance, bring him to his room, and strip him down. We need to see what other injuries he has. I’ll go get the healing pod ready.”
The three other paladins nodded to Shiro, and did as they were told.
“ALLURA! CORAN!” Pidge shouted in panic.
Both of the Alteans turned and looked at Pidge with concern.
“Pidge, what’s wrong,” Allura asked soft and sweetly.
“IT’S LANCE! HE-… Agh.. Eh,” Pidge was in so much panic, she stumbled over most of her words, almost crying. She finally told them to just go to Lance’s room as she ran off to get to medical equipment. Allura and Coran both looked at each other and rushed over to Lance’s room to see what the fuss was about.
Allura and Coran both enterd Lance’s room. They saw him stripped down to his boxers laying down on his bed while Keith and Hunk are sutting there as well. Lance was coverd in scars, cuts, wounds, and practically didn’t have any skin left. The Alteans both stood shocked, wided eyed, covering their mouths. They had no idea what to say.
Pidge rushed in between Allura and Coran with a case in hand. She stopped heself for less than a tik taking in what the rest of Lance’s body looked like. Broken. She brushed it off, and slid over by Lance.
“Is he still alive,” Pidge questioned as she tried to oped the case af supplies.
Keith froze. He remembered he didn’t bother to check if his heart was even still pounding on not. He quickly placed his hand on the dry blooded, scarred, and unprotected of skin that was Lance’s chest. Everyone paused for a moment in frear.
Keith gave a sight of relief.
The others did too. Pidge started to perform he procedures, and gave the analysis that he was tired, hungry, and thirsty. The others in the room looked down to the floor not sure what to say. Allura finally spoke.
“Who did this to him,” she asked.
“The Galra while he was held hostage,” Hunk explained.
Allura stood in shock, not believing it was true. “But he said he was ok… He said they did nothing to him! How could he act so happy, when he looks like that!”
“Apparently Lance is a better actor than we all thought,” said Keith.
Shiro walked behind the two Alteans whom were still in the doorway of Lance’s room. He told everyone that the pod was ready. Keith and Hunk carefully picked up Lance, and brought him over to the pod. Allura was now able to scan him in the healing pod. She was suprised that Lance was still alive, after seeing everything. She talked about everything to Shiro for a while.
The three paladins that were left, sat outside the door, waiting for Shiro to come out and tell them that everything was going to be ok. As tears started to fall from all their faces, Shiro opened the door. Keith, Hunk, and Pidge all looked up at him with hope in their eyes, as if it was a child, looking to see what wise words their father has to say.
Shiro kneeled down to their level on the ground.
“Allura told me everything,” he said with a calm voice, “She said that she has rarely seen anyone so damaged. She has no idea how long it will take for lance to come out of the pod.”
The three paladins sigh.
“If… He comes out,” Shiro said quietly.
The paladins looked up at Shiro, with pure fear in their eyes. They were confused, and wern’t sure what to say.
“But… Can’t the healing pod just heal him… Like it’s supposed to,” Keith asked quietly.
“Like I said,” Shiro explained, “Allura hasn’t seen a person with so much damage in the healing pod many times. She can’t say whether the healing pod will fix him, or… Not work… Shw told me if he didn’t make it, the pod would start blinking red.”
Eveyone was in science. Hunk got up, and gestured to Keith and Pidge to follow him to where Lance’s healing pod was. They followed. Once they came into the room, they sat by Lance’s pod. Not saying anything. Tears coming down their faces. And hour or so passed, and Pidge was called for assistance, so she took orders, and left the room. Another while passed, and Hunk got up to leave, because he got hungery, and went to make something for everyone. Keith stayed. He was leaned up against Lance’s pod. The word 'selfish’ ran through his head hundreds of times. He felt responsible for what happened to Lance. If he didn’t speak, or even said something else, Lance would not have passed out. He wouldn’t have coughed up blood, and have such an attack from all of the emotions he had.
Keith didn’t move from his spot for hours, crying during all that time. The only time Keith left the room that night was when Hunk picked him up, and sat him down at the table to eat somethig. Keith barely ate though. Everytime he looked at his food, he just thought of how Lance told him that he spent two days with no food, and suffering from pain. Hunk finally excused Keith when he thought he ate enough food, and he headed straight back to the room where Lance was. Keith sat by his pod for another few hours. At one point, Shiro came in and told him that he had to go to sleep, but the teary eyed teen refused. Shiro gave up, and just gave him a pillow and blanked to sleep with but Lance. Keith sleep there for the night. One night turned into several nights. He sat by Lance’s pod day in night, hoping and praying that it wouldn’t blink red. He would rather wait a year for Lance to come out of that pod, then for it to blink red right now. The only time Keith left that room was when he and the team went on missions. Keith knew that he couldn’t bring the team down, even thought he’s upset, so durring missions, he did his best to forget about Lance, but once everyone was back at the castle, he headed straight for Lance again.
It’s been months. Three to be exact. And as you would expect, Keith sat right by Lance’s pod. He was tired. Cold. Hungry. But that didn’t matter to him. He knew that that wasn’t compared to anything Lance went through a few months ago.
Keith heard a noise. He turned around to face the pod Lance was in.
The pod was blinking red with a slight beep.
Keith’s eyes widened. He sat in frount of the pod in disbelief. This couldn’t happen. Not now. Not after he waited so long!
Tears started to form in his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. For minutes he sat there, waiting for the beeping and blinking to stop, hoping that if he waited long enough, it would stop and Lance would pop out. But It keped beeping and blinking red. Keith stood up in panic. He started to bang his fists against the glass, wanting to hold Lance in his arms, and cradle him once again. After a while the blinking stopped. Keith opened his eyes.
He woke up.
Keith sat up from the floor in panic, and looked over at Lance’s pod. It was still glowing bright blue. Keith sighed in relief. For weeks he’s been getting this same dream, over and over again. He didn’t bother to tell anyone else, because it wasn’t important enough to bring up in his opinion. Keith looked over at the clock. 3:30AM, it said. He sighed. He looked over at Lance in his pod. He admired his soft, and calmed look in his face.
The three months that Keith has been sitting in that room, the more and more guilt he felt. He sighed and rested his head on the pod. He stayed quiet. Thoughts racing through his mind. He opened his eyes and paused for a moment. He realized something.
'If Lance dies,’ Keith thought, 'that means the last thing I ever said to him was that he was…’
Keith wasn’t even going to finish that thought. He hated that word with a passion now. But he knew what he meant. Keith closed his eyes, and started to cry once again, and sat back on his blanket. He looked over at the pod to see if something would happen. Nothing happened. Keith eventually cried himself to sleep, as he has done many times in the past three months.
Keith was still fast asleep with dry tears in his eyes, when he felt a gush of cold air. He coverd up more in his blanked and shivered. He wondered it Pidge or Hunk turned the AC on or something. He slightly opened his eyes, only to be greeted with a bright blue light. He coverd his eyes. 'What kind of prank is this,’ he thought. He quickly then realized that cold air, and a bright blue light comes out of a pod once a person is healed. He opened his eyes wide. He stood up as quickly as he could, to see if Lance was there.
Keith couldn’t beleive his eyes. He didn’t believe them. He quickly turned around the see the time. 5:16AM, said the clock. He turned back around to see Lance coverd but a clod fog. Keith stepped closer to him. His heart was racing, and he was breathing quickly, almost feeling like he was going to faint.
Keith stood there in frount of Lance. He wanted to say something so bad, but he was scared he wouldn’t answer. He finally got himself together and said something.
Keith paused and waited a tik. He waited a few more tiks. Every tik that passed, Keith had less and less hope. Seven tiks passes. He gave up. He started to tear up again. He went over stepped in the pod, and hugged Lance.
“I’m sorry,” Keith started, “… I called you… Selfish. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what happened to you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t do anything for you…”
Keith didn’t expect an answer. He already gave up. But he heard something. Something that sounded like a hum.
Keith looked up, “Lance?,” he said quietly.
Lance’s eyes were still closed. He didn’t make another sound. But Keith felt the movement of Lance’s arms rap around him, and pull him closer.
Keith still couldn’t believe it. Keith held Lance a little tighter, and cried into his shirt, saying 'I’m so sorry’ over and over again.
“Thank you, Keith,” Lance finally spoke after what felt like hours.
Keith shot his head up to look at Lance as he spoke, with such a quiet tone.
“If you didn’t say anything,” Lance started, “ You guys wouldn’t have found out about what happened. I would have insisted that I was ok. If I didn’t get to the healing pod sooner, I probably wouldn’t have made it.”
Lance laughed a little after his scentence. He gently let go of Keith and got out of his pod to streach. Keith was still in tears.
Lance looked at Keith and held out his hand.
“Wanna go tell the others I’m ok?” Lance said with a smile.
Keith nodded, quickly took Lance’s hand, and ran with him to go see the others.
You had gotten it printed into your brain. It was too late now, you couldn’t forget your idea, no matter what. Bruce knew, and didn’t try to stop you from doing what you were gonna do anyway. Besides, he thought it was cute.
What was your idea ? Simple. Damian never had a normal childhood. He was still a kid, only eleven…So he still had a chance at having somewhat of a normal childhood (if you put his nightly activities on the side…and the fact that he had been raised to be a killer).
Against all odds, you and Damian clicked pretty fast. He warmed up to you the fastest…He felt like you were the only one of the bat family not judging him in any way. Also, you told him off when he was going to far, and he found that he couldn’t speak badly to you, that you had an effect on him that made him want to be nicer. Better…In a word, you quickly became his mommy.
He never really had an actual mother. Talia wasn’t exactly loving with him, and she did try to kill him a few times, succeeding once (a memory you don’t like to remember). You were the first one, even before Bruce or Dick, to make him feel loved and to make him feel what love really was…How could he resist that ?
The first time he called you “mom”, not “mother”, “mom”, you cried, and the poor boy thought he did something wrong. You explained to him that it was “happy tears”, but you’re not sure he understood. He gave you an awkward hug, and you couldn’t stop but smile. It’s that exact moment that forged the idea of trying to show him what a normal childhood was. But, even though he considered you his mom, he wasn’t going to make things easy for you and your plans.
It started out horribly wrong. Damian refused every single propositions you made with a : “that’s too childish” full of rogue, and you got frustrated, ending up yelling a lot of “just play the damn game with me !” and other “Oh my God it’s a snowball it’s not going to kill you, just throw another snowball at me, not a fucking batarang !”…You felt childish. You quickly realized you weren’t going to help him have a normal childhood by trying to force him to do stuffs, and so you stopped. Instead, decided to lure him in with cake…One day, you made a nice one that smelled too good, and he couldn’t help but come in the kitchen, following the smell to the living room where you were eating it. Next thing he knows, he’s sitting next to you, eating a giant piece of cake, watching a disney movie.
And it ended up being a ritual. Every Saturday morning (”mornings” at the Wayne’s ended at 4pm), you and Damian took the habit of waking up earlier than everyone else to cook a cake or some cookies. You’d then eat it all, just the two of you, in front of a Disney movie. Your youngest NEVER saw one before…he actually never watched any animated movies or cartoons. So obviously, you took it upon yourself to show him of course, and you started with your favorite : (your favorite Disney film).
The first time you did that, Damian didn’t really react. He ate the cake, watched the film…and then just left without a word. You were disappointed, thinking he probably didn’t enjoy himself at all, and went back to bed to Bruce’s arms, a bit beat down. Your husband did his best to make you forget and feel better, and he did wonderfully, definitely succeeding.
However you were wrong thinking Damian didn’t enjoy himself, because the next Saturday, he came down in the kitchen to find it empty. He quickly went to your room, where fortunately you and Bruce were just sleeping, and gently woke you up.
-Mom, can we make chocolate chip cookies ? And watch another one of those movies you like ? Please ?
Your heart sunk with happiness, and you left Bruce’s arms, ignoring his groan, to follow your son. This was the first step, spending times with him, enjoying doing something just the two of you. As the Saturdays went on, Damian opened more and more, and stayed at the end of the movie to speak about it with you. At first he was sitting at the opposite side of the couch from you, but week after week, he came closer, until one day, he just laid his head on your shoulder, and let you run your hand tenderly threw his hair.
His favorite Disneys were “Treasure Planet” and “The Lion King”. You were even pretty sure you saw him cry while watching the latter. It made you smile, and at the same time, you realized those movies being his favorite made sense. Both were about boys with daddy issues who were rebels and got in trouble until they did their best to get better.
Bruce was looking at you lovingly, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossed, while you were rushing to put some clothes on.You just glared at him, the man made you late. He wasn’t suppose to come home that early, and while you were getting ready for an important appointment, he arrived in your shared bedroom where you were in underwear, getting dressed…and he had been unable to stop himself from jumping on you. Making you rush now to try and not be late.
-You’re very cute.
-Shut up Bruce, and out of my way, I gotta go.
You grabbed your purse and ran out…Tried to ran out, as he caught one of your wrist.
-Bruce I have to…
He crashed his lips on yours, pulling you into a passionate French kiss. After a few seconds, he let go off you, and you couldn’t help but smile.
-Thank you Y/N. Really. You don’t have to do all of that and yet…Thank you.
-Don’t thank me babe, because I do have to do all of that. He’s my son too now. I did that with all of them…granted, Damian is a bit more difficult.
He pulled you in for another kiss but you escaped, because you really were going to be late if he kept going on like this. As you ran out of the room, he called back to you :
-I love you !
He heard your faint voice from down the corridor answering with a heartfelt :
-I love you too.
And you were out of the house.
-I know, I’m sorry Dami’. Blame your father.
-…Hum…Shall we go ?
He nodded and, hands in his pocket, followed you, a bit grumpy that he had to wait for you. He hated waiting. But you decided that maybe it wasn’t so bad for him to learn to be more patient.
Today, you were suppose to pick him up right after school to go at the fun fair, but Bruce made you almost an hour late. To be honest, you didn’t realize it was that late, too…caught up in your Bruce’s arms. You definitely made amend though.
Damian would never admit it, but he spent one of the best evening ever. He won a gigantic teddy bear for you at some dart games, and you guys went on absolutely all of the rides with only one minor incident. When you went to the haunted mansion, Damian kinda…punched one of the actor in the face, out of reflexes. You paid him off to shut up, and scolded your son for his behavior (when really it was kinda funny, the scream he let out just before punching the man). You bought him every treats he wanted, totally spoiling him but hey…it was his first fun fair. It was one of his first time actually just having fun for the sake of it, in a normal place for a kid to have fun, and not because he was fighting or something. Bruce gave him a night off, and both of you didn’t even notice the bat signal as you were having just the time of your life.
You came home late to an almost empty mansion. Alfred was there, and he made you some hot cocoa. You watched a pixar film and fell asleep on the couch, Damian’s head resting in your laps.
When Bruce and the other boys came home, they stopped to stare at you guys, because you were too damn cute. Dick smiled and said :
-It reminds me of when I first arrived here…Snacks and Disney movies…I kinda miss those times. Sometimes, I wish I could be a kid again.
Jason gave him a pat on the back.
-Yeah, it was pretty awesome alright.
Tim was also feeling a bit nostalgic, but didn’t say anything by fear of waking you guys up. As Bruce bent down to pick Damian up, he woke up.
-Mom and I had a great time at the fair.
He was sleepy, and his voice was weak.
-Did you, now ?
-Yeah, she’s awesome.
-That we agree on son, she is.
He took him to bed, and surprisingly, Damian let him tuck him in. He fell back asleep almost instantly. Bruce then went back to pick YOU up, and found you awake, talking with your eldest sons.
-You know guys, if you miss it that much, you can just join us on Saturdays. It could be cool.
-Naaah mom, those times are for you and the brat. I mean, it wouldn’t be fair otherwise. We all had you saving our childhood, he should too.
You smiled at Jason who just spoke, and stroked his cheek gently.
-I just don’t want you guys to feel left out.
-We really don’t, believe me. Besides, we all had the same thing ? Good old…hum…young mom taking us to the fair, watching movies with us…just with one of us, each times. Quality times equally shared. We all had you, and we can definitely share a little more with Dams, really.
You stroked Tim’s cheek now. Smiling lovingly at him. It was true that what you were doing with Damian, you did with all of them. They all needed a “somewhat normal childhood”…You were a mom, you gave it to them as best you could.
-I don’t have anything to say, but can I have my mom’s pat on the cheek too ?
Dick said as he bent down in front of you. You all laughed and after a kiss goodnight, they left to go for a deep slumber in their bedroom.
Bruce approached you, and you raised your arms for him to come crash into it. You liked feeling his weight on you, even though he was a heavy man because of all those damn muscles. It felt secure.
He laid his head on your chest, and you gently ran your hand threw his hair. He gave a pleased sigh, completely relax.
-Again, thank you honey.
-And again, there’s not reasons to thank me.
-Yes there is. I don’t know if you get how important you are to all members of this family. You all gave us a purpose. You’re…You’re the reason we don’t all go crazy. You makes us feel you know…So much feels…
You didn’t answer, just smiled and kiss the crown of his head, gently caressing his hair, just like you did with Damian. It seemed like this gesture was extremely soothing to the Wayne boys. You both fell asleep on the couch, and the next day, which was a Saturday, Damian woke you up. Bruce groaned as he stood up to leave, but his son awkwardly held his hand, signifying to him that he wanted him to stay. Your husband was so surprised he just flopped down back into the couch, and stayed silent staring blankly at the TV that was turned off while you and Damian baked.
And so, from now on, Bruce participated in your special Saturdays.
Actually, from now on Bruce got very involved in trying to get Damian to live a normal childhood, realizing how it started to slowly change his son’s behavior for the best. And realizing the amount of effort you put in it. He was amazed at Damian’s response really, how he laughed more often, and pulled (harmless) pranks on his brothers, Alfred and on Bruce himself. How he was less violent, and a bit less serious. It was definitely the Y/N’s effect. You had the same on him. When you weren’t there, he was all serious and broody, almost mean, and when you were around, he couldn’t help but smile stupidly and laugh at your dumb jokes. The Y/N’s effect was strong.
It took a long time for Damian to finally let go and start to act like a normal child, but he made it. You helped him tremendously. Bruce and your other sons did too. Dick taught him how to ride a bike, Jason took him to the cinema often, Tim played soccer with him. Bruce was particularly involved with everything, as he realized the importance of it all. He wished he had had a Y/N in his life when he was a kid, as he too didn’t really enjoy his childhood after his parents’ death…but he at least got 8 great years, and he was determined to let Damian have his 8 great years too. 10 to 18. A bit more if he wanted.
Family game night was a thing now, and when he lost, Damian almost completely stopped throwing a (scary) tantrum. You all spent more times together as a result of all of those effort to get Damian to live a bit more normally, and it was so worth it.
You were so proud. Of course, it didn’t completely change his behavior and such, as his time with the Al Ghul was almost printed into his brain, but it really helped him be more social. It helped him learn how to love, and how to feel more. It just helped him, and one day, when he’d be old enough to realize all of that, he’d thank you with a warm hug and “happy tears” in his eyes, finally understanding. And you’d tell him that there was nothing to thank. He was your son, what you were doing was normal.
I turned my gaze away from the television towards the door of Shawn and I’s shared apartament, upon hearing the rattling of keys just outside the door. It was rather late, around a quarter to eleven, but the familiarity of the rattling keys on the other side of the door assured me that it was only Shawn. I was proven to be right when my boyfriend’s tall and muscular figure walked through the opened door with his guitar bag slung over his shoulders. “Hey, there you are,” I said with a smile in big excitement to see him, sitting up on the couch and turning my body towards the entrance. “I almost thought you weren’t coming home.” I joked, watching Shawn shut the door behind him.
“I’m sorry, cuddlebug,” Shawn sighed, taking my comment literally and seriously. While removing his guitar from off of his back, Shawn continued to speak. “They had me in the studio all day, since nine this morning, recording and revising… It’s been a long day.” He admitted, leaving his guitar by the entrance. Shawn sighed for the second time, while walking over to the couch where I sat. “I’m so tired.” He mumbled, now standing in front of me, leaning down and placing his lips on mine. With our lips still connected, mid kiss, Shawn unexpectedly pushed me back on the couch and fell on top of me. I couldn’t help but chuckling made its way through the kiss, as I had not been excepting his tackle. As a result of my laughter, I could feel Shawn’s lips stretch into a smile against mine. Despite being tired, Shawn had his lips linger over mine, extending the duration of the kiss, one of his ways of letting me know that he had missed me. “I thought you were tired.” I joked, in between a kiss.
After pulling away from my lips, Shawn wrapped both of his arms around me, just above my waist, holding me in an embrace that I couldn’t escape out of even if I tried. Though, Shawn’s embrace was one that I had no desire to escape from. He rested his head on my chest, near the brook of my neck, and smiled in contentment. Wearing a smile of my own, I wrapped my arms around him. “How was your day, hmm?” Shawn asked, an incontrollable shiver ran down my spine, as the warmth of his breath was felt against my neck. ”Same old, I guess.” I replied, just after the shiver ran through me. “You cold?” My boyfriend asked with concern, lifting his head from my chest and looking into my eyes. Shawn reached for a blanket before I could even reply. Pulling an arm out from under my back, he grabbed a blanket that was lain over the back cushions of my couch. He unfolded the fabric and placed it over us as best as he only could. “Better?” He asked looking back into my eyes, while tucking his arm back under my back. I nodded, despite never being cold. The blanket did make our cuddling feel cozier, so I couldn’t complain.
Shawn placed a gentle kiss on my jaw, before resting his head back on my chest. The spot on my jaw continued to tingle, even after his lips had pulled away. Shawn yawned a moment later, causing me to yawn right after he had. Shawn chuckled at my action, tilted his head upwards, looking up at me with amusement. “I missed you today.” He said, with a smile still pulling at the corners of his lips. “You, my dear miss me everyday.” I replied with a large grin, beginning to trail my fingers along his cheek. “I do,” Shawn chuckled, “I miss you like every minute of everyday.” Realizing the seriousness behind his reply, a sudden blush rose to my cheeks. “Did you miss me?” He asked, unwrapping one of his arms from around me and grabbing my hand that wasn’t tracing shapes along his cheek. “Of course I did, I guess.” I replied, staring at our joined hands where his fingers played with mine.
I averted my gaze away from our entwined fingers and looked down at Shawn instead. I followed his held gaze on our joined hands, watching his eyes as they skimmed over the details of my hand. The tips of his fingers slowly brushed along my palm, before his fingers would entangle with mine again. His touch made my stomach flutter, causing a smile to uncontrollably pull at the corners of my lips, “Shawn.” I whispered, causing his fingers to pause and his eyes to look up at me. His questioning eyes looked into mine, then I continued. “Kiss me.” I said intending it as a harmless demand despite my soft whispering. A large smile had stretched across Shawn’s face after my words had processed in his mind. “But, I’m tired.” He joked, causing a chuckle to leave my lips. Shawn then lifted his body from mine, supporting his weight on his forearms, and leaned forward, placing his lips against my own.
My hands rested comfortably on his biceps, as his arms remained behind my back. His hold on me tightened as I kissed him back, reciprocating his kiss. While kissing me, he pressed his lips gently against mine, but still he kissed me with an intensity. In between kisses, he would brush his lips over mine, causing a tickling sensation to be felt on my lips. Shawn eventually slid his tongue along my bottom lip. Wanting the same, I accepted his request.
I pulled away from Shawn’s lips with closed eyes and an uncontrollable smile. When I opened my eyes again, Shawn’s face was only inches away from mine. I also noticed that he was biting on his bottom lip, likely trying to conceal the goofy smile that played in his lips. Shawn leaned forward again, this time to place a quick kiss on my cheek. This action caused me to giggle. Shawn then rested his head back down on my chest, snuggling against me. I lifted one of my hands up to his curls, where I began to comb my fingers through it. I smiled when I heard Shawn sigh in contentment.
Around us, the living room became darker as it grew later, and the only sounds heard came quietly from the television as another TV show played that neither one of us paid attention to. I combed my fingers through Shawn’s hair until I was sure that he had fallen asleep, and until I grew tired myself. I kissed his soft, pink cheek, despite knowing that we should get up from the couch to go to bed, I let myself fall asleep too, as we both were too clingy, cuddly and sleepy to care.
Characters: Lafayette x Reader, Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton
Length: 1355+ words
TW: Drinking, making out
“LAF!” you yelled upon seeing your friend walk in the bar. You slid over, effectively squishing John to the wall. Gilbert flashed a smile that would’ve made any girls’s panties drop, and waved. He swiftly took the seat beside yours, shrugging off his jacket while doing so. You were hit with a wave of his cologne, and you were ready to crawl on his lap. “Laf,” you whined, nudging your head on his head. “I’m tired.”
“Mon ami, you’re always tired when you drink.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“But Laf!” you drawled out his name. “I wanna go home.“
“Mon ami, I just got here.”
“Fine! I’ll go home by myself,” you huffed, pushing him out of the way.
“Non, non!” He sat firm, not allowing you to move him by an inch. “You are not going home by myself.”
“I want to go home Laffy Taffy!”
“In a minute, okay?” Gilbert started conversing with the other boys, sipping on his beer while you tried to stay awake. Alexander was on his laptop, John was excitedly telling a story about how he got arrested for peeing in public once, and Hercules was booming with laughters. You felt bad for clinging onto Gilbert, but he was the only you trusted to take you home safely without making bad decisions on the way. Last time John took you home, you were both drunk, and got a pet iguana- from where, you did not know. But now, John has a pet iguana to go with his turtle.
“Uh, Laf?” John called his friend. “I think Y/N’s asleep.”
And you were out like a light, leaning on John’s shoulder with no care in the world.
“I guess it’s time to take the princesse home.” Gilbert grabbed his jacket, and picked Y/N up. Luckily he had a car.
“Lemme help you,” Hercules offered sympathetically. He helped open the doors to the bar, and Gilbert’s car, wishing him good luck before going back in the bar.
“Oh mon chou, what am I going to do with you?” Gilbert laughed, shaking his head. He drove you to your apartment, using the spare key you had given him, and made your way to your bedroom. It was almost second nature to the Frenchman. He no longer struggled getting the doors open, or hesitating to press the elevator button in fear on hitting your body parts. It was like clockwork. He gingerly placed you on your bed, taking off your shoes, and stripping your jacket. Then, he placed the blankets over you while taking the time to stroke your face gently. You stirred, paling in and out of consciousness during the time you were with Gilbert. He grabbed the water from your nightstand, and placed it near your lips, urging you to drink the whole glass. “Mon amour, vous êtes à beau. (My love, you are so beautiful.)” You’ve always noticed how his voice gets lower when he speaks in his native language, and it made butterflies fly in your stomach. You felt yourself lose your battle to sleep again, but you fought to stay awake, wanting to revel in this tender moment with Gilbert. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your cheek. “I love you.”
Summary: you ask bucky out but he rejects you and Steve makes it his task to get him jealous.
Pairing: Bucky x reader (x Steve)
Request: by anon
A/n: I’m not really sure if this is how you wanted it but I hope you’ll like it anyway
Warning: fluff, a bit angst, jealousy, angry bucky, a bit sad reader, course words,…. That’s it I guess
Steve had this feeling. He knew Bucky loved you and he Also knew you loved bucky. But neither of you made a move on one another so all the hidden feelings stayed untold. But he had this feeling that something would happen.
You told him about your feelings for bucky when you and him were on a mission. It lasted longer than expected and you just felt like you had to tell someone. You couldn’t bottle it up anymore and in the end the anxiety got the best of you, making you walk over to Steve’s room with heavy breathing and telling him everything.
On that night you cried as much as never before. Not because you were sad though.
You were so relieved to be able to share all your feelings with someone and be able to talk about what’s keeping you up at night. And of course Steve would listen and he would understand. Steve always understood and he always helped and reassured. He always would be there no matter what.
Bucky told Steve about his feelings for you when he was drunk. That night was filled with drunk giggles and slurred singing until something seemed to bring bucky off. He became all serious, seeing it as the moment to get something off his chest but still considering it. Even if he was drunk he tried to decide for what would trouble him the less.
Steve knew he never would have told him in his sober state but bucky seemed to be an entirely different person when he was drunk. More open and a little softer. It was as if the alcohol gave him a touch 40s bucky back. It was nice but Steve understood that everything was different now and so, bucky had to be different too.
So when bucky blurted out about his love to you it left Steve speechless and wide eyed, looking at bucky in shock and surprise over his sudden outburst.
So now Steve knew about both of your feelings and it pained him to see you both now that he knew what was happening behind the facade.
Now that he knew, he didn’t miss one single glance anymore. Or a shared smile. Or sadness in (y/n) eyes when Bucky was an asshole and rejected her.
And it pained him even more that he knew he could do nothing to help any of you.
He knew when he saw you walking into the main room, so confident and happy, it took you hours to get to this. To look normal and not like you’d freak out any second. Steve sat on the couch watching your every step as you walked over to bucky who stood behind the kitchen isle, the three of them were the only ones in sight and you were thankful for that.
Your steps were fast yet cautious as you tried to make your way over to bucky in a steady manor, only once glancing over at Steve who was keeping his eyes on you in reassurance, signaling he’d be there if you needed him. You shot him a quick smile before reminding yourself of the fact that you were about to do what frightened you the most.
You stepped up and put your hand onto the counter, leaning over and supporting your weight on your arms as you smiled happily at bucky who stood in front of you with his head hanging low.
He looked up from his food to you for a brief second and broke into a smile before concentrating on his food again.
“Hey (y/n) what’s up?”
He asked you happily and in a joyful tone being really interested in your day which made you smile even wider.
“Ah nothing much I just came here to ask you something.” You beamed at him trying to prevent yourself from freaking out.
He looked up to you from his plate and took a bite from his sandwich, giving you a tight smile signaling you to go on.
“Uhm… so I was wondering if you’d maybe like to go out with me tonight?” You mumbled nervously as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
“Like having dinner or so” you continued quietly.
But when his eyes widened a bit and he took a quick glance over to Steve in shock, almost choking on his bite of food, you knew you had done a mistake.
He looked back at you, into your beautiful eyes. And he wished that those were the first thing he’d see when he wakes up and the last when he falls asleep. However ,he knew, he was never going to call those eyes his safe place. He was never going to feel like in heaven just by looking into the light of those shinning stars because he knew it was not fair. And he knew he couldn’t do this to you.
So he did what he had to, to protect your happiness and the joy in your being and he turned you down. Even if this is not what he wanted.
He wanted to kiss you. And hold you. And be there for you when you needed him. He wanted to go on a date with you. And he wanted to be with you but your glow of joy was more important than what he wanted and he did what he thought was right.
“Sorry (y/n), but I … don’t think I’d want to. Sorry”
And it pained him deeply to say those words aloud but his decision was made and he turned around leaving the room, not acknowledging your wide eyes or the sadness that took over your features when you tried to hold back the tears that brimmed in the corner of your eyes.
Steve was quick to surround you in a big hug pulling you close to him as you cried into his shoulder and held onto him tightly.
Steve looks over his shoulder in disappointment, the fiery anger burning in his eyes as he wanted to punch his best friend to make him regret what he had done.
But at the moment you were more important and so he concentrated on rocking you back and forth to calm you down.
After a minute your quiet sobs muted and you pulled away to look at Steve blankly, smiling a sad smile.
“Are you alright?” Steve questioned.
“Yeah” you smiled weakly “maybe some things should stay out of reach”
You wiped your tears away and Steve hugged you tightly one last time until you pulled away with a sad smile and started walking backwards and down the hall to your room.
Your plans for that night stayed simple. You didn’t want to even leave your room anymore as you went for Netflix and ice cream. However the person knocking on your door had different plans.
The sound pulled you out of your comfortable cushions and the mountain of blankets on your bed as you slowly strode over to your entrance.
You opened the door ,revealing your slumped and pale form that had been signed by the sobs and the tears.
You found Steve on the other side who was neatly dressed in a nice tux with his hair all done and he even had a rose bouquet which he handed to you before pulling you in for a hug.
You smiled into it before pulling away and taking in the roses.
“They’re beautiful, thank you Steve” you told him while putting them into a vase and still admiring them.
“I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go out with me tonight” he asked sheepishly before quickly continuing as he saw your wide eyes.
“Not as what you think” he rushed “just to make you happy and feel better, Bucky was an ass and I want you to stop crying over him” he added.
That made you cry, you smiled at him as the tears slipped down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe him. He was so sweet and carrying, such a wonderful person.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t want to make you cry”
He urged desperately, being confused as to why you’d be sad about his offer.
“Shut up and leave” you told him as you walked up to him and pushed him out of the door “I’ll be down in an hour” you smiled, giving him a kiss on his cheek and closing the door.
You went to get ready wearing a beautiful red dress matching your red lipstick. Your hair was in big curls, some of them pinned up and your make up was rather decent except the lipstick of course.
Your high heels were only the final touch up.
You were more than happy with how you looked, and the reflection in the mirror gave you new confidence.
The elevator doors opened and you stepped out and into the common room seeing Steve and tony sitting on the couch together.
You smiled over at Steve who shot up from his seat and walked over to you , a tight smile on his lips.
“You look beautiful” he said.
“Excuse me ?! Beautiful is a slight understatement, don’t you think?!” Tony exaggerated from his seat on the couch “damn (y/n)” he added with a whistle making you laugh with the slightest hint of a blush.
Just in that moment bucky stepped out of the hall seeing the three of you and his gaze immediately fell onto you.
He had to keep himself from staring, yeah he even had to keep his jaw from dropping.
He saw you and you were the most beautiful sight in the world. The most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, yet you were not looking like that for him. And once again he regretted what he had done. All he wanted to do was to shower you with compliments, to turn back the time and say yes to your invitation but he couldn’t and he had to life with it now.
However his eyes fell onto Steve who stood besides you and he had to frown in confusion at that, he walked further down into the room and let himself fall onto the couch next to tony, asking what was going on.
“Cap and Miss hotty here are going out on a date.” Tony said in a singsong voice like a teenager who was fangirling over something.
Bucky rolled his eyes at tonys nickname for you but as soon as the word ‘date’ left his lips, he went to look at Steve with a flame of hate burning in his eyes and a slow yet quiet growl leaving is throat.
However Steve avoided his gaze and so did you.
Both of you said your goodbyes to the men on the couch and stepped into the elevator, having tony shout a quick ‘have fun’ followed by a giggle after you which made Bucky’s stomach turn as he tried to stay calm.
Your night was amazing and you’d lie if you’d say that you wouldn’t do this again. You even almost forgot about bucky today which was pretty good.
It felt good to have something else in mind.
Steve Brought you to your door hugging you tightly and running his hand over your back in a reassuring manner.
“I hope you had a good night?” He asked as he pulled away to look at you.
“Yes ! It was great we definitely gotta do that again!” You squealed making Steve chuckle.
“Yeah but for now you go to sleep”
“Okaaaay” you groaned “thank you Steve , for everything” you said and said your goodbye to him.
He stood there for s second looking at your door with a smile being happy that he could make you happy. He didn’t notice bucky staring at him from across the hall as he stepped away from your door and made his way over to his own, entering his room with a content sigh.
Bucky however wasn’t content at all, he went to go back into his room and paced his living room in anger and disbelief.
Why would Steve do such a thing to him ?
Why would he betray bucky like this ?
It pained bucky deeply, the thought of Steve knowing about his feelings for you but nonetheless disregarding them.
Slowly enough Bucky’s anger faded and the sadness kicked in.
He slid down at his bedroom door with his head in his hands and desperation written all over his face as he tried not to cry.
He loved you, he seriously loved you and only in this moment he realized how much he really did.
It was something he never experienced before.
Something so big and powerful it overwhelmed him as he tried to make out how he could fix this mess in his mind.
The next day was pretty calm to all of you.
No one was really doing anything since it was lazy day and everybody was just excited for movie night, which came faster than expected.
It only felt like three hours until the sun set and took her leave and all the avengers gathered in the movie room.
You sat next to Steve. Bucky sat behind the two of you and everyone else was spread around the room.
The movie started playing and you snuggled into Steve’s side, not hearing the growl that escaped bucky as his eyes bored into Steve’s back.
Of course Steve didn’t notice anything and leaned into you, laying his cheek onto your head and stroking your arm before kissing your scalp.
Because he knew bucky sat behind him.
And as that happened bucky had enough, the anger shot right up and so did he, storming out of the room and slamming the door shut making you jump and turn around in your seat.
You skimmed the room and noticed bucky was missing, you made your way out to find him and see if everything was alright, leaving Steve behind with a happy and content smile.
You rounded the corner and stepped into the hallway of the living quarters, calling out Bucky’s name every now and then.
You knocked onto his door, letting yourself in when no answer came. You stepped into his room cautiously and very tense, not liking this whole situation.
As you rounded a corner your eyes fell almost out from the shock you felt.
There were shattered glass pieces all over the place, pictures laid on the ground and pillows were thrown around.
If it wasn’t for the fact that this was a room in the avengers tower you would’ve thought it was a burglar who made this mess but so, your worries just hit up and a knot formed in your stomach.
Just as you were about to call for someone you heard a loud crash and shattering glass in the bathroom.
You weight up your options but decided to make sure everything was alright anyway.
You stepped up to the door with a sigh , knocking on it and calling out Bucky’s name.
Again, there was no answer and you stepped into that room without a permission.
The room was filled with the heavy sents of different colognes, perfumes and other stuff leaving the air filled in thick and disgustingly heavy smell which made you want to throw up right there and then.
It brought tears to your eyes and made your throat go dry and hurt to which you responded with heavy coughs. You held onto your throat , trying to see something through your heavy tears as you tried not you step onto the glass that was lying around.
Suddenly you felt two strong arms around you, pulling you out of the room. Both of them brought you great comfort, even though one of them was cold and made shivers run down your spine, making you feel better instantly.
You were sat down onto a comfortable cushion seat and the two hands left your coughing form for a moment before returning and giving you s glass of water.
As the coughing stopped you were finally able to wipe away your tears.
And then you could finally see bucky sitting there infront of you, looking at you in worries with a deep frown on his face, his hands on your knees and his eyes staring into yours as he searched for any sign of discomfort or hurt.
You didn’t give him one and just looked back at him.
Your hand still on your chest as you breathed normally again.
“What were you doing” he finally asked in a soft voice, the worries still on his face.
“I could ask you the same thing, look around everything here his smashed and broken.”
You replied while looking around still a bit shocked.
“Yeah I know … but what did you want?”
He asked again.
“I wanted to see if you were okay since you just stormed out of the movie room…. Apparently your not” you said and he looked away from you in shame.
“Why did you do that?” You added.
“I got angry… and upset… An distraught….” He admitted in a low mumble still not looking at you.
Your right hand found its way to his cheek moving it softly so he had to look at you, and you looked at him with an intense glance before asking “why ?”
“Its nothing really” he said as he stood up and made his way over to the other side of the room to pick up some pillows from the floor.
His back facing you.
“Bucky , you smashed your whole room… its not nothing” you insisted, and he stopped his movements, hanging his head in shame again.
A sigh left his lips before he began to speak again.
“Its just… you and Steve… its … I want to have that with you… And I was such a big asshole and now I messed up.” He mumbled lowly with his back still to you, so he didn’t notice your eyes going wide.
“And won’t ever have that with you anymore, just because I fucked up…. And I’m sorry. I really am.”
He added just above a whisper as he fiddled with the pillow.
You didn’t know what to say, it was like a punch in the face and your mind clouded for a moment with your eyes still wide.
“So … ” you started in confusion “why did you say no to going to dinner with me then?” You questioned.
He sighed, blaming himself or everything once again. He made this whole mess.
“I just…” he started not really knowing which words to use, and then he finally turned around to look at you “I didn’t want you to have to put up with this okay ?” He said his voiced rushed and a little louder than before, mostly in blame and shame for himself.
“Because this does not only happen when I’m angry (y/n) this is me! This is exactly how it looks inside my mind…” he paused for a moment before adding in sad whisper “crushed… and fucked up… and messy”.
“ so you thought it would be best to break my heart and just pretend nothing happened? ” you asked sarcastically making him look at you wide eyed.
“God noo !! Its… look I am me, and you are you” he gestured to you and you shrugged “I have such a dark soul … and you shouldn’t let me dim your light with it.” He stated sadly.
“I’m not good for you” he added finally.
“That…. Is not true” you stated making him look at you as you stared back at him in anger.
“I don’t understand why you’d think that… you hurt me more with saying that right now, and with saying no, than you ever could with a gun.”
You told him and he snorted in disbelief.
“I was trying to protect you.” He urged.
With the anger now boiling inside of you, you stared at him fierce fully. “I can get by on my own”
And bucky scoffed a smile at how often he heard this sentence already in his life.
“You were just selfish” you argued in a rather low shout, it was definitely to quiet for the others to hear.
You stomped over to him with the anger still all over you. You punched his right arm pretty hard not caring if it hurt or not ,which it did.
He flinched away from you with a small grunt as his hand flew up to where you punched him as he looked at you wide eyed.
“You better ask me out James Buchanan Barnes”
You ordered while pointing your index finger at his chest and looking up to him angrily.
He flinched at his full name but didn’t say anything as he was shocked by your sudden demeanor.
You took that as your key to leave and so you stomped out of his room leaving him behind in shock.
Three days later he stood infront of your door, he’d been standing there for a couple of minutes now, he was just too afraid even though he didn’t know why.
Steve came by and saw the flowers in Bucky’s hand.
He patted his shoulder as he walked by shooting him a reassuring smile “about damn time pal”
He said and kept walking away.
Somehow this gave bucky comfort and confidence and he finally pulled himself together and knocked on your door.
You opened only a moment later and broke into the biggest smile of happiness bucky has ever seen, making him smile himself.
“About damn time” you said.
Bucky looked st you in disbelief “oh my god” he breathed, not believing what you said.
“What ?” you asked confused.
“Nothing” he said quickly “nothing” and he handed you the flowers asking you out on a date for dinner.