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[arthallea]

heard distantly from the kitchen, to the tune of closing time:

"smoothie time... smoothie!" (LOUD SOUNDS OF BLENDING)

[whorelaud]

OFF LIMITS – rafe cameron ¡ (06)

social media & irl AU !

pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content fluff, suggestive (sorry...) unresolved tension, a slight panic attack (nothing too serious!), confrontation, lil angst?!?!

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It’s been three days since you last kissed Rafe, and yet, you still couldn’t get the thought out of your head, reminiscing over the memory each time you strived to distract your mind from it. 

Waking up the next morning was like a punch to your stomach, your hopes of it being a dream instantly destroyed with the harsh reality of kissing Rafe. You ended up practically locking yourself in your room, too afraid Rafe might say something, address the said kiss and stupid mistake of reaching for his face in the first place. 

To your surprise, Rafe did not bring it up, greeting you with a sheepish grin once you joined them downstairs. It puzzled your brain, as it filled with a million questions over why he didn’t make an effort to bring it up. It was slightly disappointing, even if it was a mistake, he had every right to sort out the situation, pull you to the side and remind you how wrong it was to kiss him, knowing well aware that he was forbidden to the touch. 

But he didn’t, and if he did hint it, you definitely chose to look past it, brushing it off everytime you found yourself alone with him, choosing to avoid the situation and feign ignorance to the way your heart would stupidly flutter.  

Now, three days have passed, and things are, well, they’re normal. Your friends were surfing, while you sunbathed on the shore, not in the mood to get yourself wet. Rafe, of course, never left Ryan’s side, messing around with your brother to get him riled up, knowing how mad he easily got. 

Their giggles echoed through the distance, tugging a faint smile on your lips as you admired from afar, squinting your eyes due to the bright sun beaming through your skin, blocking your vision even with the pair of sunglasses you had on. 

Your arms plopped up against the towel beneath you, supporting your body from giving out, even after maintaining the same position for over a while now. The smile on your lips faltered at the sight of Rafe exiting the water, straightening up when you noticed him strolling in your direction. 

Heat flushed your face as you caught sight of his bare chest, waterdrops running along the sunkissed flesh, leading down to his drenched shorts, as they hung low around his hips. Your throat ran dry when your gaze halted just beneath his bellybutton, the trail of hair leading to under the fabric of his bottoms leaving little to the imagination. It drove you crazy, eager to see where it guides, head wandering with sinful thoughts every time you caught sight of it. 

You cleared your throat, busying yourself with something else, fearing Rafe would catch you practically thirsting over him. The latter however, didn’t say much, dusting the sand off the towel beside yours, before he sprawled himself next to you, crossing his legs to mimic your position. 

“Why aren’t you joining the rest?” Rafe questioned, cutting through the comfortable silence. 

“Not in the mood.” You replied, keeping your answer short, afraid your voice would crack if you further spoke. 

“‘S that so?” He shot back, nudging your foot with his knee. “You’re boring.” 

“Boring?!” You muttered with defense, offended by the remark. “Take that back.” 

“Hmm…” he trailed off, squinting one of his eyes, blinded by the scorching sun. “No.” 

“You’re such an idiot.” You scoffed, stifling out a laugh. “Are you not going back in the water?”

“I am,” he exclaimed, now turned in your direction. “Can I borrow these real quick?”

“Borrow what?–” Your question was cut short, as Rafe’s hand came in view, not giving you a chance to process his action as he snatched the sunglasses off, causing you to yelp with surprise. “What the hell?!”

“Oh, these are nice.” He mumbled, adjusting them around the bridge of his nose. “A bit small, but ‘s fine.” 

“You’re stretching them out!” You gasped, reaching for them back, merely for the boy to dodge your hand, tilting his head down with a mischievous grin smeared all over. “C’mon, Rafe, don’t be like this.” 

“Like what?” He cocked his head to the side, observing you through his now tinted vision. 

“Rafe!!” You cried out, fully sitting up now. “I spent my hard earned money on these, I’ll kill you if they break.”

“Your hard earned money?” He repeated, further teasing you with his comments. 

“Okay, my dad got them for me, but–” you started, growing a bit embarrassed at the admission. 

“I’ll give them back,” he hummed, taking them off and folding them in place. “Only if you join me, though.” 

“I’m not going in the water.” You refused, dismissing his attempt with a nod of disbelief. 

“Why not?!” He cooed, “Come on, it'll be fun.” 

“Are you crazy?” You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “I’m not getting my hair wet.” 

“Please?” He further pleaded, jutting his lips into a pout. “Ryan left, who am I gonna be with, now that he’s gone?”

Your head shifted back to the water, merely to confirm his statement. And true to his words, Ryan was no longer in sight, having probably disappeared back into the house in the short while you and Rafe were arguing. 

“Hang out with the rest.” You shot back, addressing your friends, as they messed around with each other. “They’ll keep you company.” 

“Have you seen them?” Rafe’s face twisted with disgust, his lips forming into a frown. “They’re eating each other’s faces, God knows what they’re doing in that water.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” You replied, disregarding his statement, and looking past the last sentence he muttered. You saw your chance, and took it, contemplating before you snatched the pair of glasses from his hold, muffling your next words with haste. “I’ll kill you next time you steal my stuff.” 

“Is that a yes?” Rafe perked up with excitement, taking your silence as a yes before he shot up, instantly offering you a hand. “Let’s go.” 

“What?” You angled your head back, locking your gaze with his, slightly taken aback by the hand he offered. “I don’t recall agreeing to this…”

“Well, you’re obligated to join me now; don’t give me false hope then back down when I urge you to do it.” He started, his words somehow foreshadowing a deeper meaning to the teasing statement. Rafe bent down, just enough to take his hand in yours before he pulled you up, a screech of surprise rattling out of your throat. 

“Rafe!” You chanted with disbelief, stumbling over your own feet in the process of running, unable to catch up with Rafe, who hurried his way to the water. “Slow down!”

He replied with a chuckle, a rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins as the water touched your feet, engulfing your legs with each step you took, halting when it was just above your knees. 

“Wait– fuck, it’s cold.” You started, hands grabbing Rafe’s forearm for support, a mere attempt to stop him. And it did, with the boy pausing to steal a glimpse in your direction. “Let me get used to the water temperature.” 

“You’ll get used to it in no time.” He rolled his eyes, though he slowed down his pace, walking leisurely for you to adjust to the cold. 

Rafe chuckled as a wave came crashing against your bare torso, stiffening in your spot as a shiver ran down your spine, causing goosebumps to break out across your arms. A deep sigh tumbled past your parted lips, finger nails practically digging into Rafe’s arms everytime a wave would hit. 

Your friends greeted you from afar, not questioning the fact that you were alone with Rafe, a big distance separating you from the rest. Deep down, you speculated the fact that they knew, choosing to avoid the topic every time Sarah would ask about Rafe, or whether there was any progress in whatever you had; which you’d dismiss, telling her it was nothing. 

“Can we stop here?” You questioned, when the water barely reached your chin, now standing on your tippy toes to keep yourself steady with the flowing water. 

“Here?” Rafe repeated, brows knitting with confusion. “Why, are you scared?” 

“Slightly, yeah.” You admitted, pursing your lips into a thin line to avoid water from entering your mouth. “This is the deepest I’ve been without a life jacket.”

“Wait, you’re serious?” Rafe’s expression coiled with concern. 

You nodded, angling your head up, not risking how rocky the waves get. 

“Don’t worry,” Rafe suddenly spoke, earning your attention when his arm sneaked around your waist, ceasing some of the distance separating you from him. “I got you.” 

“Nope, that’s it, I’m getting out.” You muttered, turning in his arms, in an attempt to walk back out, merely for Rafe to tighten his hold around you, with your back now pressing firmly to his broad chest. 

Your breath caught in your throat, suddenly very aware of his presence, and the mess you got yourself into. For some reason, this felt oddly intimate, despite the boy’s pure intentions, striving to convince you to continue on with him, in spite of you refusing to. 

“I’ll hold you.” His voice dropped barely above a whisper, turning you back around, all while keeping himself steady. “Don’t be scared.”

“But I am scared,” you replied, emphasizing the ‘am’ in the process. “Sure, I know how to swim, but what if you get a cramp, and I try to save you, then both of us drown?” 

“Come on, I’ll be your life jacket.” He grinned, deliberately dragging you deeper into the water. “Are you doubting my skills?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” You uttered, eyes widening when your feet could no longer reach the ground. “My parents will kill you if something happens to me, I swear to god.” 

“Then I’d have to get rid of both of us.” He joked, halting when you were far enough from the shore, stilling you with the arm sturdy around your waist. “How is that? Wanna go deeper?” 

“No!” You quickly shot back, hands flying to his shoulders, holding onto them to keep yourself from sinking. “This is good.” 

“If you say so.” He chuckled, ignoring the way his pulse quickened when your hands made contact with the skin around his shoulders, your nails lightly dragging over the flesh. He rubbed soothing circles to your side, the gesture a mere attempt to ease you up. “Relax, nothing is gonna happen to you.” 

“I’m relaxed.” You lied through your teeth, avoiding Rafe’s gaze, and instead admiring the view surrounding the rocky path leading to the mountains. “It’s so pretty from here.”

“It is.” Rafe mumbled, attention fixed on you. “Super pretty.”

Your lips tugged into a smile at his words, head shifting back in his direction, where he was shamelessly staring at you, not even failing to hide it. You dusted your face with your fingers, flashing Rafe a confused look, as to question why his gaze burned through you. 

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, coming to a halt when he shook his head. “Then what is it?” 

“Nothing,” he stifled out a laugh, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re jus’ pretty.” 

“What?” You choked through a breath, growing flustered from the sudden compliment. “What was that for?” 

“What?” Rafe’s tongue darted out, coating his lips with a glossy layer of spit. “I said, you’re pretty. Is that not allowed?” 

“Shut up.” You shoved his shoulder, laughing off your embarrassment, though your ears burned with heat. 

“You know,” Rafe swallowed, admiring your surroundings. “I heard there were sharks in this area.” 

“What? Where?” You shouted, heartbeat quickening as panic settled in. “Don’t fuck with me, Rafe!”

“I thought you liked sharks.” His voice lowered with suspicion, eyebrows arching in a teasing manner. 

“Not as they’re about to fucking eat me.” You replied, fully ceasing the distance as you wrapped your arms around Rafe’s neck, pressing your chest close to his. “Get me out of here.” 

Rafe took your horror as a chance, the hand on your waist trailing up your back, until it settled just beneath your bikini top. “Relax, it was a joke.” 

Your head turned to face him, ready to scold him before you noticed how close he was, nose tulling to brush over yours. A shaky exhale stuttered out of your throat, shivers running down your spine when you caught Rafe’s gaze flickering to your lips, the action so subtle, you would’ve looked past it if he wasn’t mere inches away. 

Rafe’s lips slightly parted, tongue fidgeting with the roof of his mouth, fingers squeezing around your side, striving to hold himself back, and not kiss you right then in there. You were close, a little too close for comfort, he wanted nothing but to fuck the barrier Ryan created for you two, dive in and hope for the best. 

His thoughts were interrupted when you shoved his shoulders, eyebrows furrowing as your lips jut into a pout, one evidently displaying your distress. “That wasn’t funny! Why would you joke about that?!” 

“Chill, I’m messing with you.” Rafe snickered, eyes glued to your face, well aware he’d betray himself if he let his gaze wander past your neck. 

“By telling me I’ll get eaten to death by sharks?!” You huffed, pausing as you angled your head to the side. “Wait– how’d you know I like sharks?”

“I have my ways.” He cooed, pupils dilating with glint. 

“Mhm, yeah right.” You rolled your eyes, figuring it was either Sarah, or your brother. “Let’s head back.” 

“But we just got here!” Rafe protested. 

“I don’t trust you.” You defensively shot back, shuffling around in his hold. 

Rafe chuckled, abiding to your order. He swam back, with you clinging to him for dear life, not daring to risk it and let go. Though, of course, that wasn’t the end, as Rafe suddenly froze, groaning while his face twisted in pain. 

“What’s wrong?” You immediately asked, concern washing over your expression. 

“I think– fuck.” He groaned, arms loosening around your waist. “I think my leg is cramping.”

“Wait what?” You frowned at his statement, eyes widening with shock when his figure disappeared out of sight, suddenly struggling to level himself with you. “Are you serious, oh my god, should I call for help?!” 

You nearly submerged under water when your arms reached for the latter, struggling to drag him up as he sailed down, your hold the only thing keeping him from sinking further into the deep sea. 

Wasn’t it easy to drag weights in the water? So, why was it so difficult to get Rafe to the surface?

“Don’t fucking drown on me, Rafe, please.” You muttered with frustration, heart welling with fear, as your vision blurred, the corner of your eyes brimmed with tears. “Somebody help! Please! It’s an eme–”

Your words cut short when Rafe came in sight, water splashing everywhere with the force of him exiting the water. Your mouth gaped to speak, met with utter silence in return, observing as Rafe chuckled at your reaction, feigning ignorance to your panicked state. 

“Did that get you?” He erupted into a fit of giggles, wiping the water from his eyes. 

“Are you serious?” Your tone washed with disbelief, heartbeat so loud you could hear it thumping through your ears. “Why would you joke about that?”

“Take a joke, it’s not that serious.” He stated, the smile smeared on his lips fading when he noticed how upset you visibly looked. 

“A joke is supposed to be funny, dickhead.” You fluttered your eyes, unable to manage the tears rolling down your face. “What if something actually happened to you?” 

“Wait, are you crying?” His breath hitched as he let realization sink in, chest swelling with discomfort at the consequences of his actions. You weakly punched his torso, fleeing from the touch when Rafe attempted to inch closer to you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His hands cupped your face, resting just above the curve of your jaw as his thumb wiped away your tears, now mixed with salt-water. He repeatedly rubbed his finger over your cheeks, striving to calm you down with the subtle gesture. 

“It won’t happen again,” he started, tilting your head with the hands engulfing your face. “I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously.” 

“Whatever,” you dismissed his apology, though deep down it softened your heart. “It still wasn’t funny, I was scared you’d actually die.” 

Rafe’s lips twitched into a smile at your statement, unable to contain the laughter bubbling through his chest. You looked absolutely adorable, leaving him speechless as his action spoke for his affection. He moved forward, leveling your head down before he ceased the distance between you two, and capturing your lips in a soft peck that lasted a near of five seconds.  

Your body stiffened at the gesture, so taken aback you almost choked on your own spit in the process. The plush of his lips brushing over yours felt like feathers, as the warmness of his mouth engulfed your skin. It made you yearn for time to stop, enjoy this while it lasted, even if it was for a short moment. 

“There, it’s completely my fault.” He whispered once he pulled back, face mere inches away from yours, you could feel his breath fanning over your nose. “Does that make up for it?” 

Your gaze seeked his blue eyes through the small distance separating you, finger nails lightly grazing over his arms. Silence heaved the air, as the atmosphere filled with unresolved tension you’ve both been avoiding for the past few days, weeks, even. 

Rafe kissed you, and it’s not some stupid joke to get you riled up, or mess around for a reaction out of you. He did it because he wanted to, completely looking over the fact that you were his best friend’s sister, let alone someone he craved in the dimness of the night, somewhere hidden, where no one would judge him for it.  

Rafe has been dying to confront you about the kiss, turning into a giddy mess every time he would reminisce over the memory of your lips softly brushing over the corner of his mouth. And though it was small, barely a peck, it drove him insane. 

That night, Rafe chose to ignore the guilt rising through his chest as he got off to the thought of you; being able to touch you though he knew you were far out of his reach, not for his gaze to admire. His chest burned with forbidden desire, growing aroused every time he caught you in none but your sheer sleeping shorts, covering nothing and leaving little to the imagination. 

“You know,” Rafe muttered through a ragged breath, “About that ni–”

The palm of your hand instantly found Rafe’s mouth, covering it before he could further speak. You knew exactly what he was planning to say, but you weren’t ready. Not right now, still flustered by the kiss he so casually planted to your lips. 

Addressing the kiss from three nights ago in the middle of the water, mind you, in an area secluded from everyone else? Yeah, no. That wasn’t quite what you had in mind, Rafe left you no choice but to shut him out. 

“Hmm?” You hummed, trying to change the topic.

“What?” Rafe muffled, lips barely moving due to your hand covering his mouth.

“We should leave,” you fluttered your eyes at him, “The sun is setting.”

“Right,” he spoke, eyes shifting down to your digits yet engulfing his chin. “You can let go of me now.”

“Oh,” you swiftly retrieved your hand, clearing your throat as you turned around to avoid meeting his gaze. “Sorry.” 

“It’s alright,” Rafe scoffed, following in your steps as you struggled to swim back, breaking into a grin when your arms pushed through the water, slightly splashing the latter with the gesture. “Here, let me help you.” 

“I’m good!” You dismissed the suggestion, letting out a sigh of relief when your feet eventually reached the ground, ultimately approaching a safer zone. “I can handle myself.”

Rafe’s giggles seeped through the silence, watching with a glint of amusement as you aimed for the shore, running your way back to the house when you did so. You gave him no chance to confront you about the situation, though the suspense was killing you, it was just not the right time, nor a good place to do it. 

Freaking out felt like an understatement for your emotions, letting out a silent scream as soon as you approached your room. Fuck, this wasn’t the first time you’ve been kissed, so why did it feel like you were in middle school, sneaking around the playground to kiss your crush? 

It was humiliating, to say the least. Rafe kissed you, and it did nothing but make you grow more fond of him, increasing your affection for him. Butterflies seeped through your stomach, unable to suppress the smile forming on your lips, letting yourself go now that you’re alone. 

Your shower filled with giddiness, as you sang along to the lyrics playing in the background, too caught up with the act to realize you’ve spent the majority of the evening in there. You continued getting ready, doing your skincare, and technically everything you would do on an everything-shower day. 

A loud ping caught your attention as your gaze trailed down to your phone, eyebrows knitting with puzzlement when it continued buzzing with notifications. You adjusted the pearl necklace around your neck, fastening your pace when curiosity got the best of you, as you instantly aimed for your phone, heart skipping a beat when you read the contact name of the sender. 

It was from Rafe, multiple messages, at that. 

rafe 👍: Hey

rafe 👍: Come eat

rafe 👍: We got takeout 🥡 

A laugh bubbled out of your throat at the emoji, the invitation silly, yet tempting. 

You: im not hungry! go ahead and eat without me :)

rafe 👍: No

You: boy… wdym no 

rafe 👍: Come down and eat

Your eyes quirked with suspicion, puzzled over why he was insisting despite you refusing. 

You: did you poison my food

You: why are you insisting…

rafe 👍: Damn… I can't even invite you to eat without you making me out to be a dick

You: i mean you are what you eat 😇

rafe 👍:😐 Quit it

You: mb boo

You: is this a date

Rafe’s bubble appeared and disappeared off the screen, the amount of time he took concerning you for a moment. 

rafe 👍: Could be one

rafe 👍: Only if you want it to be

Your fingers hesitantly hovered over the keyboard, staring at the message, as if doing that would make the keen in his statement disappear. You swallowed around your dry throat, setting your phone down, merely to process your emotions. 

A date. 

He can’t say shit like this and expect you not to like him. 

At this point, he was playing with your feelings, and that thought alone had your heart breaking to pieces. It’s only been a month, and yet, you were this infatuated with him. Bearing to cross the line for Rafe spoke to you like no other, breaking the unspoken boundaries you set for each other. 

You don’t know when it started, from lingering gazes turned into subtle touches, eventually oscillated to heated moments smeared with desire. Wanting each other, not being able to do anything about it because it was wrong. It all fuzzed up your brain. 

Rafe was testing you, with each time he threw a hint in your direction. Hell, he should know not to confuse you, as he already went down the rabbit hole of why he couldn't date you, with Ryan warning him every time he’d joke about being into you. 

Enjoying it wouldn't hurt, right? Choosing to push the guilt down and let your heart bloom with joy every time Rafe is around was okay, right? Because it’s human nature, how were you supposed to ignore him when his mere presence was so tempting, making you nothing but crave him more. 

Guilt was temporary, but regretting this? It was going to haunt you forever, tulling you with decisions you hesitated to commit, afraid they would hurt others, fully abandoning how you felt. Those were your emotions, though, your needs, you had every right to take the risk. 

With that, you typed a playful ‘shut up’ back, before heading downstairs, instantly letting puzzlement settle in when you spotted only JJ and Kiara, sitting along with Rafe, who perked up at the sound of your steps.

“Where’s the others?” You questioned, wrapping Kiara in a swift embrace, before you seated yourself next to her. 

“John B and Sarah went out for dinner, and I saw Ryan leave with your dad.” She explained, chewing down the mouthful of food. “I have no idea where Pope and Cleo are, though.” 

“Oh, they said they’re grabbing booze.” JJ stifled out a laugh, eyebrows quirking in a teasing meaning. 

“For what?!” You asked, offering Rafe a tight-lipped smile when he passed you your plate. 

“Shut up, JJ.” Kiara rolled her eyes, fixing her attention back on you. “He’s messing, don’t listen to him.” 

“I’m not lying–” his words cut short when Kiara kicked his knee, the gesture earning a breathy grunt out of the latter. “What was that for?” 

“To keep your mouth shut.” The girl replied, forcing a fake beam across her lips. 

Rafe snorted as they continued bickering throughout the whole time you joined them. He flashed you an apologetic smile, not aware of the chaos awaiting you two. Fortunately, JJ and Kiara excused themselves once they were done, informing you they’d be chilling by the shore for the night, leaving you all alone with Rafe.

The air heaved with tension, the atmosphere filling with unspoken confessions you both oughted to address. Rafe’s been full, using the food as an excuse to enjoy your presence for a little longer. 

“‘You ignorin’ me?” Rafe started, scraping his fork against the veggie pieces splayed on the plate. 

“What?” You shot back, frowning at the sudden assumption. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, it’s just that,” he tilted his head to the side, putting the utensil in his hold down. “You seem uncomfortable.”

“Well, I’m not.” You mimicked, playfully rolling your eyes. “Besides, we don’t even speak for me to ignore you.” 

“Yeah, you’re right.” He nodded his head, gaze glued to his arm plopped on the table. “You’d rather kiss me instead.”

“What?” A choked cough barely exits your throat, eyes widening with shock over Rafe’s statement. That caught you off guard, even more when Rafe maintained a blank expression, offering you a glass of water to down the rest of your food. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, “Do you need more water?” 

“Why would you bring that up?” You brushed off his concern, his words echoing over and over in the back of your brain. 

“You kissed me,” he repeated himself, stating the obvious. “Did you not?” 

“I did, but–” you stammered, face flushing with heat. “I didn’t mean to?–”

“You grabbed my face, leaned forward, then proceeded to kiss me.” He muttered, reminiscing back to the memory. “What about that did you not mean?” 

“It was a mistake!” You hurried to respond, stumbling over your own words in the process. “I was drunk, out of my mind–”

“Oh, so it’s a mistake?” He snorted, straightening up in his seat. “You go around kissing people when you’re drunk?” 

“Okay, why are you being a dick?” Your nose scrunched with frustration, exploding in the latter’s face. “And if I do? Then what, you’re gonna do something about it?”

“I’m trying to make sense of the situation here,” he shot back, his arm moving in front of his chest. “I’m not fucking around, okay? I’ve been dying to speak to you, but you never gave me a chance to explain myself.” 

“What’s there to explain, Rafe?” Your voice lowered in tone, taken aback by how fast the conversation took a turn. “I’m like Sarah, huh? Then you go n’ fuckin’ kiss me?”

“Why are you switching the–”

“No, let’s discuss the incident from earlier, since we’re fucking talking.” You cut him off, jaw clenching to prevent yourself from breaking down. “You keep pulling these stunts on me– first in the grocery store, then in the car, and earlier in the water– what is it that you want? You know Ryan won’t be happy if he found out, so why do you keep– why do you keep fucking confusing me, Rafe?” 

“I–” Rafe’s words caught in his throat, hands clenching into fists. 

“Forget it.” You clicked your teeth, grabbing your phone as you stood to your feet, streaking your way past Rafe, with the intentions of reaching the stairs. 

Rafe called out your name, voice breaking with despair. “Where are you going?”

The way your name rolled off his tongue made your heart skip a beat, letting your eyes force shut as you feigned glancing back, afraid you’d give in if you caught sight of his expression. 

You entered one of the guest bathrooms, locking the door behind you before you immediately dialed Cleo’s number, impatiently clicking your fingers over the phone as you waited for the girl to pick up. 

A sigh of relief escaped your throat when she did, a bit of shuffling going on her end. 

“Hey Cleo,” you muttered through a breath, taking a deep inhale, as your thumb pressed to your bottom lip. “I– sorry, I know you’re out with Pope, I jus’ really needed to talk to someone and I–”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Cleo spoke, interrupting your rambling. “Take a deep breath, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be here.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, though she couldn’t see you, obliging to her orders. “Sorry, fuck–”

“Why are you apologizing, girl?” She shot back, attempting to soothe away your worries. “Now slowly, tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“I kind of, uhm…” you trailed off, fidgeting with the ring hugging your finger. “I fucked up, Cleo. I got ahead of myself, and ruined everything.” 

“No you didn’t.” Cleo assured, “What happened? Don’t panic, okay? Everything will be alright.” 

“Alright, I didn’t mean to keep this from you, I thought it would be a fleeing moment, but I guess not?–” You hesitated, nervously biting your lip as you prepared yourself for the confession. “I kissed Rafe, and while it was somewhat, he tried to confront me about it, and I panicked!” 

“Okay, woah, woah.” Cleo uttered, disbelief visible through her tone. “When did that happen?” 

“Three days ago, after the party.” You huffed, angling your head back with a pout. “I’m such an idiot, why am I acting like something happened between us? I lashed out on him and stormed off, what if he regrets it?” 

“Well, you’re the one who kissed him.” Cleo clarified, “Why would he regret it?” 

“Actually– something sort of happened earlier…” you mumbled, clearing your throat. 

“Don’t tell me he fucking kissed you, Bug.” Cleo took a guess, making you freeze in your spot, not denying her suspicions. “He did? What the hell, and you didn’t say anything?” 

“Listen, I barely got time to process it, I was planning on telling you eventually.” A sigh stuttered out of your throat, crying out loud. “I’m so dumb, why did I get mad at him? It’s not even his fault!” 

“Calm down, baby, it will be alright.” Cleo secured, “I’m sure he understands, this is probably bothering him as well.” 

“What if he thinks I’m childish?” You questioned, “I felt so guilty, Cleo, I don’t want his friendship with Ryan to fall apart ‘cause of me.” 

“That won’t happen, trust me.” Cleo advised, her tone soft. “It’s obvious that you’re both attracted to each other, Ryan will have to accept it, he can’t interfere jus’ cause he doesn’t want you dating his friends.” 

“But he’s right,” your shoulders relaxed with disappointment, already imagining the scenery Ryan would put out. “And Rafe doesn’t like me, trust, I’m like ninety-nine percent sure he doesn’t.” 

“Ninety-nine?” Cleo cooed, earning a chuckle out of you. “Okay, come on, have you seen him? Pope told me about what happened on the way back, don’t tell me this man is not head over heels for you.” 

“Why’s Pope snitching?!” You scoffed, sniffling as you rolled your eyes. “Okay, maybe he might like me, he keeps dropping hints, but I don’t know?” 

“What hints?” Cleo’s tone glinted with curiosity, waiting for you to further speak. 

“He texted me earlier, and I was messing around but instead of brushing it off he went with the flow?” You explained, your words coming off as a question. “Maybe I’m misreading the situation, but let’s say he did like me, then what? What do we do, will we keep things a secret because of Ryan?” 

“Why are you thinking about that?” Cleo giggled, ridiculed by how much you were overthinking this. “Enjoy it, okay? You like him, go for it, don’t hold back.” 

“And if he doesn’t like me?” You stifled out a laugh, leisurely fluttering your eyes shut. “I don’t know, it started off as a joke, but I’m starting to for real like him, Cleo. I’ve never felt this way about someone before.” 

“Okay, there you go, you got your answer.” Cleo chanted, making you shake your head. “Now, I don’t mean to be nosy, but it’s your fault for mentioning it.” 

“God, what is it?” You rolled your eyes, already expecting what she was about to say.

“What did he say in those messages?” She asked, earning a chuckle out of you, as you moved the phone from your ear, already pulling up Rafe’s contact. 

You screenshotted the conversation, Cleo’s voice muffling through the speakers of your phone, her words fully incoherent. “Hold on, I can’t hear you.

Cleo remained silent, waited while you cropped the screenshot, before bringing the phone back to your ear. “Alright, what did you say?” 

“I said hurry up!” She chimed back. 

“Okay, someone’s curious.” You teased, pressing on the photo icon, before you selected the image and sent it over, waiting for Cleo to receive it. “There.” 

“You sent it?” She asked, humming as she pulled up your messages. “I don’t see anything.” 

“What? But I sen– oh.” you halted as you let realization kick in, immediately reaching for your phone, hoping your suspicions might be wrong. “Fuck, Cleo, I sent it to Rafe.”

An audible gasp escaped Cleo’s lips at the statement, words going unnoticed as Rafe’s text bubble appeared on the screen, not giving you a chance to delete it before he saw it. 

rafe 👍: ???

“Oh my God, he saw it.” You whispered, “Wait, let me go back to my room.” 

You creaked the door open, instantly shutting it when Rafe came in sight, heart thumping loud with panic. Your eyes widened a bit, when footsteps echoed through your ears, knowing the owner behind the noises.  

“He’s heading upstairs,” you informed Cleo in a hushed tone, “What do I do?” 

“Where are you?” She asked.

“I’m in the upstairs bathroom, the one down the hallway.” 

“Okay, wait ‘till he leaves, then go back to your room.” 

You nodded, even if the girl couldn’t see you, too nauseous to comprehend normal words out. Hell, that probably weirded him out, what will he think now? 

However, despite how nervous you grew, Cleo stayed on call, assuring you that it would be alright, even though you knew deep down, it wasn’t. 

“Alright, I’ll go now, it’s quiet,” You sighed, breath shaky with anxiousness. “We’ll talk when you’re back, I’m sorry for taking up your time.” 

“Are you sure?” Cleo questioned with concern, “I can stay on call until we’re back, I don’t mind.” 

“No it’s okay,” you insisted, “Besides, I’m tired, I’ll see about this tomorrow, it’s too much to process right now.” 

“Alright,” Cleo exhaled, “Let me know if you need anything, we’ll be back in a bit.” 

You bid your goodbyes, putting your phone down as you aimed for the door, peaking your head out to check whether the coast was clear. Your shoulders relaxed when Rafe was nowhere in sight, tippy toeing your way back to your room, making sure to be as careful as physically possible. 

Barely escaping the situation, your heart sank to your stomach when you unlatched the doorknob, now greeted with Rafe seated on the edge of your bed, perking up when you made your presence known. 

“What are you doing here?” You mumbled, feeling your throat run dry. 

You wanted the ground to split and swallow you whole, unable to bear the embarrassment of facing Rafe, now a few feet away from you. 

“You know…” He trailed off, getting up with a groan. “I was plannin’ to give you space, talk things out when you’re ready, but…”

Your fingers clutched to the doorknob when Rafe walked in your direction, towering over you and cornering you against the door, as it leisurely closed within each step you took back. 

“God, you’re killing me.” He whispered, gulping as his gaze flickered to your parted lips, coated with a faint layer of spit.

His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, hesitating before pressing his hand to your hip, his hold burning holes through your flesh. Your eyes remained on his face, watching as his expression changed into something serious, stirring up your insides with a rush of adrenaline.

You stiffened under the touch, slightly taken aback by the bold move, even as your body leaned into it, chasing after the sensation of his fingers marking your skin. , 

“You know how much you’re affecting me, don’t you?” He hushed out, digits dragging up your side, and tumbling just beneath the material, his touch welcoming the warmness of your skin. “The amount of times I had to control myself, and respect the boundaries I set with Ryan.” 

“Rafe.” Your tone lowered to match his, an inaudible gasp exiting your parted lips when he pinned you to the door, fingers squeezing the plush of your flesh. “What are you doing?” 

Rafe stuck to answering with his actions, bringing his other hand to your face, and taking the curve of your jaw in between his fingers. His thumb pressed to your chin, using it to angle your head up, striving to study your face up close. 

“You’re breathtaking, you know that?” He whispered, smearing your glossed lips with his thumb, the gesture causing you to part your mouth in a sigh. “God, you know how difficult it was? Telling myself you’re off limits; when you’re all I think about, twenty-four, seven; always on mind.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” You exhaled through your mouth, vision going blurry as Rafe leaned his forehead against yours, his hot breath fanning above the bridge of your nose. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Rafe.” 

“I was barely holding myself back,” He muttered, trailing light, open-mouthed kisses to your lips. “It’s your,” a kiss, “fault,” and another, “for tempting,” he paused, “me.”

That was the only sign you needed as you moved forward, letting your guilt wash with new found desire when you captured Rafe’s lips in an eager kiss you’ve both been dying for.

Rafe’s arms sneaked to your sides, locking you in place as he ceased the distance separating you two, though that felt impossible, as he licked and nipped at your lips, suddenly feeling drunk on your sweetness. 

You tasted amazing, way better than what Rafe had imagined, leaving him craving more as he angled your head to the side, with the intent of deepening the kiss. 

In that moment, you didn’t care whether this was a dream, or reality. In fact, you wanted to wake up the next morning with the same giddiness filling your insides, Rafe being the reason behind it. 

You wanted Rafe, the kiss merely proving the yearn tulling your insides, till you no longer were able to bear it. 

Fuck it, you chose to take the risk, let yourself enjoy this while it lasts, knowing that eventually, you’d need to put an end to it; hence Rafe is off limits.

a/n all support is v much appreciated! pulling my hair out i forgot how to write. SORRY ik i didnt do the kiss justice but i just wanted to get the kiss out of the way... dont get bored of me yet i promise theres so much more to squeeze in the next four chapters theyre just entering their situationship era 🙈 ALSO IK I SAID THERE WILL BE TEXTS BUT I LIED next one 100% though!!! anyways yeah i hope you enjoyed, lmk ur thoughts!!!

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don't call me daddy II

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader Word count: 3,160 Summary : In a world where littles are openly themselves, they volunteer to help and be helped by willing caregivers. In spite of himself, Bucky finds himself stuck with one and to keep the nagging away, he has to learn how to be around her with everything that that entails. Warnings: Bucky is mean, a couple of insults, mistreatment of age regressed reader, manipulation, crying, mentions of the s-word, mention of the r-word, Bucky's PTSD & nightmares. A/N: I'm sorry I breathe pain but I love you:"💜x(also if you have any suggestions for these two just let me know). please enjoy💜 ~ Before Mrs. Morrison arrived, Bucky had made sure to make her a proper breakfast for the first time since she's been at his house. She couldn't need for anything today.

Showered: check Fed: check Properly dressed: check

“And then what?” He asked, closing the peanut butter jar. “Then we pour the warm milk,” she instructed with a soft smile, helping Bucky prepare her meal. “I thought you were supposed to make this with cold milk.” “That’s just what the box says, but we’re not gonna listen,” she whispered as if scared to hurt the cereal box’s feelings. Bucky chuckled despite himself and finally, unintentionally allowed her a glimpse of something other than a frown. “You’re pretty,” she told him with a dreamy smile, already blushing at the fact that she made him smile. “Hey!” Bucky glared again as if he's just been insulted. “Sorry,” she huffed, looking at her breakfast being stirred. “You better be.” Bucky didn’t know why he acted so defensive or why he wanted her to be sorry. It was like there was something inside of him repelling anything nice or sweet that could be thrown his way as if it was a contagious virus. “Eat your breakfast so we can fix that hair of yours. Can’t believe you managed to mess it up again,” Bucky told her, walking away from the kitchen. “Bucky not gonna eat?” She tilted her head in question. “Mind your own business,” Bucky threw rudely, still avoiding her attempts at caring for him. She huffed again as she watched him sit before the TV, pretending to be focused on anything but her presence in his apartment. She had to take matters into her own hands. Ever so slowly, she rounded the kitchen counter and slightly opened the same cabinet Bucky had opened to get her a bowl out of. Thankfully, she found one other bowl. Twisting her hand side-ways, she pulled it out of the small opening she made in the cabinet door in slow motion in order not to alarm Bucky. And while he drowned in his own thoughts, she started preparing him a similar corn flakes bowl so he could have breakfast too. On the other side of the room, Bucky’s mind was attacking him with thoughts. What was he going to do during those three months? He’d already had his face flushed and his heart beat going a million per second when he had to give her a shower yesterday. He couldn’t believe the first time he got to see a naked lady after 70 years, it had to be her. A lady who wasn’t really a lady. He felt dirty. Like he shouldn’t have been doing that. She sounded so young but looked old enough and it messed with his head. How many more times was he supposed to do this again during those three months? “Here, Bucky,” she cut off his thoughts, carefully bringing forth a bowl of corn flakes in warm milk with honey. “Why didn’t you eat?” Bucky rolled his eyes, thinking she probably wanted him to feed her now. It was probably her chance while he was doing everything she wanted so that she wouldn’t rat him out to Mrs. Morrison. “It’s for Bucky,” she explained, setting the bowl before him on the floor. “Who said I wanted to eat that goo?” Bucky glared at her for acting like she knew what he needed. “It’s delicious, I promise. Give it a try.” She held a half full spoon up to him. Bucky was still as a statue, looking at her with a frown. He was too angry to even blink. “I. Don’t. Need. Your. Help.” He seethed through his teeth. “I know. But I wanted to share.” Her shoulders slumped, as she put the spoon back in the bowl. Bucky felt a tiny bit remorseful. No one’s made him food since his mom and internally, he was kind of grateful. But of course, he wouldn’t let it show. “Fine, gimme that,” he snapped, taking the bowl off the floor and shoving a spoon in his mouth. It was actually good, homely and soft enough to chew but not too saggy. Something about the taste of corn and the honeyed milk made Bucky warm inside. As Bucky chewed on his food, she ran back to the kitchen counter, picking up her bowl too and coming back to sit next to Bucky on the floor. “Do you like it?” She asked before slipping her spoon in her mouth. “I don’t hate it.” He shrugged, refusing to give her the pleasure of being right.

If only he knew she never cared about being right. “I’m happy you like it.” She beamed. “I didn’t say that.” “Fine.” She pouted, swirling her spoon around without eating. Bucky felt weird, almost like he felt bad. After all, she’d warned him about the visit and practically saved his butt from Sam and most importantly, his therapist. “Why didn’t you put peanut butter in mine?” Bucky nudged her with a question, refusing to utter a clear apology for his harshness. “Bucky doesn’t like peanut butter on cornflakes,” she whispered, still facing down and moving her spoon around the bowl. “And how did you know that?” Bucky raised his eyebrows because really, how did she know that? Do they give her a file too? “You said “ugh” while adding peanut butter to my cornflakes,” she explained simply. Huh. So she was observant and kind of… smart. “Eat your food,” Bucky said, holding the tip of her spoon to stop her from twirling it. He thought he used a gentler tone but apparently that wasn’t the case because she still looked melancholic. He didn’t have patience for this, for fuck’s sake! Bad word, his mind replied. So she was inside of his head now too?! “Ugh, what’s wrong?” Bucky asked, not sure why he did. Because he didn’t care.

He didn’t. “Why do you hate me?” Her small voice asked, sounding sadder than he’d ever heard her sound before. Her question surprised him and he stopped chewing. Bucky frankly had no idea why or if he hated her. He’d told himself he hated her on her first night here, but that was just because she invaded his space and overwhelmed him by doing everything he wasn’t used to. But now that he had to think about it, did he actually hate her? The answer was no and Bucky knew it. “I don’t hate you,” Bucky murmured, setting his bowl down and picking up hers. “You just confuse me very much.” Bucky held her spoon up to her lips. She looked at him and the spoon with so much hope that Bucky felt absolutely shitty for pretending to be nicer to her for the sake of today’s visit.

On the other hand, she couldn’t believe Bucky was offering her the spoon, feeding her. But Bucky didn’t care. He just needed this to go well, and he wasn’t about to let her ruin it because she wanted to have a long face today. “Confuse Bucky? Why? Doll never lies,” she said, her tone sincere and eyes begging Bucky to believe and trust her. Yeah, Bucky felt terrible. He decided that if he kept answering her with the truth that might take some of the guilt he was feeling away. “It’s not about lies,” Bucky replied, nearing the spoon to her lips more so she could eat. She complied and took the spoon into her mouth, wanting to hear more. “It’s that this is all new to me. This kind of stuff never existed in the 40s.” Bucky shrugged, getting another spoon ready. She ate the cereal obediently, chewing quickly so she can ask a question. “But Bucky doesn’t hate me?” She looked at him like her life depended on his answer. “No, Bucky doesn’t hate you,” Bucky chuckled at how cute she looked talking with food in her mouth, but quickly controlled himself. “Bucky just needs time to get used to everything.” She realized out loud, making Bucky swallow apologetically. Has he just been understood for the first time in years by someone other than Steve? It was the truth. Bucky needed time to get used to this and her. The only lies were that his actions weren’t because he really cared and that he didn’t want to get used to this or her. He tried hard to ignore the feeling the mere action of feeding her gave him, too. Taking care of someone like that? It felt good for some odd, unknown reason. Bucky nodded in reply, continuing to feed her, “yeah, I need time.” “I promise I’ll give you time, Bucky. I won’t annoy you no more.” Her eyes were genuine as humanly possible when she cradled his metal hand as it held her bowl and Bucky felt a pang in his chest. How could anyone be so patient and pure, especially these days? He couldn’t believe she still had it in her to consider how he felt in spite of the way he’s treated her. She must know nothing about him or his past. A knock on the door pulled Bucky out of his head and he swallowed nervously, putting the bowl down and standing up to answer the door. She took her bowl and his and quickly moved to sit on the couch, knowing it would look better that way. She was going to do her best to make everything easier on and for Bucky from now on and for the rest of her time with him. ~ After Mrs. Morrison has greeted them both and privately talked to Bucky in the kitchen, she took Doll to the bedless bedroom, wanting to make sure she really was okay. “Listen, doll, don’t feel like you have to do this. If Bucky is unwelcoming, you can come with me right now,” she reassured the girl, never wanting her to go through an unpleasant experience. “I’m okay, Mrs. Morrison, I promise.” She smiled. “Are you sure? Because I know he’s not the nicest I’ve ever met,” Mrs. Morrison joked, making the younger girl laugh. Of course, she had no idea that with Bucky’s enhanced hearing, he could hear them. He really didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help it. “I’m sure. Bucky is not evil, he’s just misunderstood,” she told her, her tone sure. Now that had Bucky intentionally eavesdropping. What did she just say about him? “Is he now?” Mrs. Morrison smiled. “Yes, I swear! Even by himself.” She defended. “And how is that?” the woman was genuinely interested in making sure her girl wasn’t being abused.

“Big me read about him in the library before. He’s not a bad man. He’s a hero, Mrs. Morrison, but he doesn’t know it. He doesn’t think he deserves nice things but he does. He deserves all the nice things!” Bucky was wordless at her speech. Was that how she really thought of him? “But is he good to you, doll?” Mrs. Morrison asked. This was supposed to be the question he worried most about being answered, but Bucky was still frozen, trying to recover from the way her previous words hit him. “Yes, he’s good to me. Even got me a new stuffie!” She told the older woman excitedly without even taking a second to think about her answer, completely omitting the fact that she practically begged him to get her that stuffed animal. “Oh, really? I didn’t see it!” Mrs. Morrison was starting to feel good about this, thinking that maybe she’d misjudged Bucky. “I keep it in my bag when I wake up because I don’t wanna lose it. It’s a white wolf, just like Bucky!” “Just like Bucky?” the woman frowned in confusion. “It’s the name Bucky was given in Wakanda,” she explained. Bucky felt warmth spread throughout his chest for the first time in decades. She knew all that? “You’ve really done your homework huh?” Mrs. Morrison teased, getting up from the floor with Doll. “Big me likes history and research… and cute guys,” she giggled with a shy shrug, making Bucky huff half a chuckle. “Alright then, I will leave you with this cute guy and I’ll come back next month, okay? But until then, I want you to promise to take care of yourself, doll.” “I will, Mrs. Morrison,” she promised politely, giving the woman a tight hug, “thank you for coming.” Bucky closed the door behind the older lady, relieved that the visit went well. He let out a breath he was holding and stood with his back to her, unsure about what he should do. “Bucky,” she called out. “What’s wrong now?” Bucky huffed as he turned around. He felt bad when he saw her soft smile reaching her eyes at the sight of him just looking at her, but he couldn’t let it get to him.

He did what he had to do to save his ass.

She said a lot of nice things about him, but that didn’t mean he was going to yield to this unwelcomed, unwanted situation that Sam’s gotten him in. He didn’t need this. He wasn’t the one to start all this. “Do you wanna draw together?” She played with her fingers nervously. “I don’t know how to do that. You draw, okay?” Bucky said, showing no interest as he started putting his shoes on. “Bucky leaving?” Her voice was chocked with held up tears. “Yes.” He grabbed his keys, trying his best not to look at her dejected face. “But—” “You didn’t seriously think I would magically start wanting to spend time with you, did you?” She involuntarily let out a tiny gasp, hurt at the fact that he just manipulated her for the one reason that is Mrs. Morrison’s visit. “You gonna start crying again?” He made fun of her as he pulled his gloves on, not in the mood for the public stares. “Bucky!” she whispered, tears dripping down her cheeks. “Don’t wait up if you wanna fall asleep.” With that, Bucky slammed the door behind him, locking it and leaving her alone. She just fell on the couch, sobbing as her fists grabbed at her own knees.

How stupid was she? He’s already told her he never wanted her. Why would he suddenly want to spend time with her? Just because he fed her a couple of spoons? Stupid. Maybe she should’ve acted exactly the way he’d expected her to from the beginning. Maybe Bucky was right, there was nothing she could do to help. She wasn’t here to fix anything. Her presence was just a thing Bucky had to put up with, nothing more. ~ As Bucky walked down the street, he wanted to bang his forehead on the nearest wall. Why didn’t he just tell her he was going to get them food like he actually was? Why did he have to be mean and rude? He didn’t want to get her hopes up, he knew that. But that certainly wasn’t the best way to let her know. He could’ve talked to her and she would’ve understood. She was smart and far from a ‘retard’ like he’d so unfairly called her before. But no, he couldn’t get too close. He wouldn’t let her involve him in whatever she was doing. Whatever. Bucky didn’t want to think about her or her feelings. Or about the way her eyebrows knot when she’s about to cry... Or the tremble of her lower lip before the very first tear falls out… Damn it, he fucked up. Bad word, she would say… Bucky chuckled, shaking his head in defeat as he walked towards the nearest grocery store he knew of. ~ I'm sorry. I’m. Sorry. I am sorry Bucky quietly practiced before his closed door as if it was the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. He needed to make this right. It really wasn’t her fault that they were making him do those things. She was nothing but sweet to him despite everything he’s done to and with her. When he was ready enough to open the door, however, her eyes weren’t on him like he’d expected and wanted them to be. In fact, they weren’t on anything because she was asleep. Bucky sighed as he dumbly waved the pizza box above her sleeping body. She didn’t have lunch because she was spending time with Mrs. Morrison and now she was asleep without dinner either because of him and his stupidity. “Hey,” Bucky called softly, well, softer than he’s ever talked to her. She didn’t answer, pretending to be fast asleep with her face buried in the corner of Bucky’s couch. He couldn’t see anything but her stuffed ducky looking back at him as if in blame. Oh. She was back to hugging her old stuffed animal. Not the white wolf Bucky’s gotten her. Bucky understood now that he’d messed up big time. She clearly didn’t angelically forgive him without an apology this time. He carelessly threw the unopened pizza on the kitchen counter, taking his jacket off and his place on the floor. He had no appetite now. He turned on the TV on silent and turned the lights off before letting out one long sigh.

She felt so bad because Bucky hasn’t eaten anything all day either, but she was too sad with him to do anything about it. Bucky didn’t want her to care for him, so she was going to finally listen to his wishes. When Bucky woke up from his nightmares that night, she had to continue pretending like it didn’t wake her up too. She squeezed her eyes shut and continued to bury her face in the cushion despite herself. No lullabies were sung and no water or tissues were offered. It was just Bucky lying alone on his floor again, sweaty, traumatized and regretful as one could be. She heard him moving around and apparently he was dressing because a minute later he left the apartment. When she peeked through the blinds, Bucky was jogging down the street. It was 4 am and she knew she couldn’t pretend to be asleep forever, but she’ll continue trying for now. ~ When Bucky came back from his 3-hour run, he had finally calmed down and he had a solid apology ready on the tip of his tongue this time. He was going to make this right and he was going to do it now. “Bucky.” He heard her panicked voice call his name and instantly fell into a protective mode he didn't know existed within his system. “I had an accident.” Bucky followed her tearful eyes down and when he looked at her bloodied PJ pants, Bucky was panicked too. He's seen a lot of blood, shed a lot of blood, but the sight of blood on her clothes freaked him out more than anything he has ever seen before. “What happened?!”

part III

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Headcanons for the Sparda lads and V getting massages from their s/o? Assuming they'd want one/would be comfortable with it, I mean.

Absolutely, here you go! 💜

Sparda boys + V x Reader massage headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Is very, very stiff after years of fighting demons, doing crazy aerial acrobatics, getting stabbed in the chest, and falling asleep almost every night in his wooden office chair.

-Was a little shocked when you offered to give him a massage because no one had ever suggested something like that. Ever.

-His muscles were kinda sore though, so he agreed and hopped onto his bed, stomach down.

-The moment you started kneading his back, he heard so many cracks. It was like years of stress, trauma, both physical and mental, tension and pain was being popped and squeezed right out of him. It was such a good, relieving sensation.

-He soon melted into it, enjoying every second of your masterful mashing of his muscles with delighted little "Oh"s and "Ah"s.

-When you were finished, he found himself to be twice as flexible as before; the discomfort of a million battles finally gone. He'll definitely be coming back for a round two in the near future.

■ Vergil ■

-Does not like being touched by most people for whatever reason. He is constantly paranoid and afraid that he will be attacked if he lets someone touch him.

-However, you're a different story. He knows you wouldn't do anything to hurt him and that he could trust you, so he agrees to your offer of a massage, with some half-hearted grumbling.

-He wasn't sure what to expect from this "massage", but it certainly wasn't what he got. The moment you set to work on his taut, tense, rock-hard muscles, he felt himself instantly relax. He even let out a soft little moan.

-Vergil enjoyed the massage a lot more than he ever expected to. The sensation of having someone press down on your tense areas without murderous intentions was pure bliss.

-When you announced that you were finished with the massage, he whined. Yes, he genuinely, actually, unmistakbly whined. You thought he would request a continuation, but no. He simply stood up, stretched, and slipped his jacket back on.

-Massages are now a nightly tradition between the two of you. He even goes out and gets different lotions and oils for you to experiment with.

□ Nero □

-Nero has never had a massage in his life, nor has he ever wanted one. He didn't dislike the notion of you giving him a massage, nor did he like it. He simply accepted it to make you happy.

-Turns out massages are way better than he could have ever imagined! He just can't get over how it seems to make all his stiffness melt away.

-Now he wants you to massage his legs, arms, shoulders, and neck too--oh, and also the rest of his body.

-At one point he fell asleep while you were massaging him, proving one of two things: Either A, he's very, very, tired, or B, he's just that relaxed.

-Getting massages from you is now the number one thing Nero looks forward to when he comes home from missions.

-Sometimes he has Nico put together a new, vibrating attachment for his arm--which he will then give to you so you can have a helping hand.

● V ●

-V has never heard of a massage and therefore has no idea what it is.

-After Googling it, he deduces that such an activity would benefit him, and that he would be wise to take up your offer.

-And so he does; while the sensations are an entirely new experience for him, he finds them very enjoyable. In fact, they're so helpful in mitigating his stress, he should write a poem about them.

-V loves to have you massage his legs because they're so weary from traveling and supporting his lanky frame all day long.

-Also, he can read while you massage his legs, which makes it all the more comforting.

-Massages are now one of his top stress-relievers, other than cuddling with Shadow, that is.

[kismets-barista]

Hold onto your Stetson, @ohposhers; have I got some personal HickDory lore for you 😎💜🌟🫧

Excuse the insanity for those who don't feel compelled towards these two

SO!

Hickory and JD met a few good years before the events of the World Tour when Dory was traveling to find Lonesome Flats, got heatstroke and passed out in the desert. Wakes up to Hickory shadowed in the flickering light of a campfire beneath a canopy of the brightest stars he'd seen since the Neverglades, but it wouldn't be until QUITE a few months later until they really started developing crushes against each other. (Cowboy under the stars, you'd think he'd fall right then and there, right? 🌟)

Why was Hickory already in Lonesome Flats, you might ask? Where was Dickory?

In a glue trap, I say in response. Hickory came from Yodelsberg (is there a canonical name for this?) for international study and to learn about new music. He fell in love with country because yodeling and country music are actually quite gorgeous together. She Taught Me to Yodel, anyone?

Delta Dawn obviously didn't take to Dory showing up and around the town, but after some convincing by Hickory and lots of proving himself (plus a vulture attack that resulted in John Dory saving the very young niece of Delta Dawn- Clampers-) he 'earned' a place there and began to work around town.

It was weird for him.

He'd never quite settled down, until then.

(Now, the specific timeline, yearly I mean is a little muddled because I'm still crafting this, but I'll put them out about three years, now.)

John Dory was still living in Lonesome Flats, and he'd started a relationship with Hickory. They loved each other, as my cohort in crime @protagonist-art (CHECK OUT THEIR ART I LOVE THEM SM MUAH) has Hickory tell John when we get write them, "More than the moon loves the ocean." As surely as the tide pulls in and out, so the lovers return to each other.

So Via, what does Hickory think about BroZone?

Oh, my sweet star.

He doesn't know.

After returning to the devastated Troll Tree, John Dory lost a piece of his heart in the damaged pod they used to live in. It was the first time he went grey, and the memories of his brothers started shifting from what was, to what would never be again. He couldn't find it within himself to talk about them, and has his secrets.

But so does Hickory.

Girl wdym stop being so mysterious.

Heh. I know. It's just a glimpse into my dark mind /ref. Anyways, Hickory never told John Dory he was a Yodeler troll. (Another piece of lore that Quizzy and I worked on together and I think it's brilliant.)

Huh? Aren't they in a long-term relationship? Won't this cause issues later on if they don't share these things with each other?

Oh, they love every aspect of each other too much for their bond to truly be broken.

And yet.

One morning, years after just living and loving, John Dory wakes up with a massive headache and nausea.

"Maybe it's that horse that kicked me yesterday, could've gotten me harder than we both thought."

"Lemme check for a knot, Darlin'."

No knots, but there was an egg.

🌟 (Here I'll say that I'm massively in love with the headcanon that trolls conceive through true love- it isn't quite necessary for them to physically do anything unless they want to. Just them, wholeheartedly trusting and putting everything into their relationship and pouring their heart out to their partner.)

They were absolutely ECSTATIC, and rightfully terrified in their own ways. Neither of them were looking for children but not against it, and after resting for a few days they began to plan. A nursery in the house, baby books with millions of names scattered on the coffee table, toys and cute little baby clothes for when the little one hatched.

Wanna know two of the names John Dory had in mind? Rhonda and Dolly.

They were ecstatic until the night John Dory woke up absolutely ill and with a pit in his stomach.

They lost the egg, and it was the second time John Dory went grey in his life.

A week after this had happened, John Dory left a bundled lock of his hair at Hickory's nightstand and did what he knows how to do all too well. He ran.

Hickory never went too far out of Lonesome Flats in the hopes that John Dory would come back. He couldn't imagine what would happen if his love came back and didn't find him there.

The events of World Tour come about, Hickory meets Branch, and travels for the first time since John Dory left.

John Dory continued to travel, until the events of Band Together.

But don't worry, dear readers, for as surely as the tides come in, so will the lovers meet again. 🌟

Aaaand BOOM! That's it! 💜 I've got lore behind the names Rhonda and Dolly as well, and am SO down to answer any questions about them that anyone has. For you, Posh, thank you for asking and helping me to share a story I've been working on, and for everyone else that read this, thank you kindly! I hope that everyone who made it this far has quite a lovely day, or if you didn't, have a lovely day anyways!

Remember to take your meds, drink water, eat something, and stretch!

💜🌟🫧

[romanestuffsposts]

Hi, i love your one shots, could you please do one where little reader is 6 years old and gets kidnapped by the red room,daddies stuckyare destroyed emotionally,but when she is 13 and already has a very dangerous skill set they found her and try to rescue her but like she refuses with a knife/Gun, but they eventually do ,happy ending and fluffy ending, pls your stuff brings me comfort.

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much! I'm sorry you had to wait, i hope you like how i write your resuest!

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : mentions of kidnappings, knifes and guns, red rooms, rescuing, fights, fear, pet names, comfort, kisses, fluff

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : all they ever wanted was to have you back, now they have the chance to get you and they won’t let that slide

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It was a peaceful summer night, the bird were singing and the sun was disappearing behind the trees, letting out a beautiful colour shining through them.

The night was beautiful, the day went perfectly fine and everything was telling them that the rest of the week would be as perfect as that day.

But once your Daddies came back home from a nice dinner with workers, they weren't prepared for that. The house was a complete mess, the lamp was broken on the ground, the tv still on, the only noises was their own steps and their breathing. The babysitter was laying on the ground of the living room, signs of attacks clearly visible.

Your Daddies immediately went to the tower after checking the house a million times and with the help of Tony, they got a hand on the footage. What they saw broke their hearts. The footages clearly show men breaking in the house and grabbed you.

Natasha said she reconized the uniform, the bracelets and the guns. It was the red room.

They spent lots and lots of time working on your rescue. All days and all nights your Daddies were working their ass off to get you back. They couldn't sleep, they couldn't eat, they couldn't do anything other than working and working.

When they came home, it was quiet, your giggles and footsteps not there anymore. It miss them so much, they miss being greet by you after work, they miss taking you up to a bath or staying in the living room to watch a movie. They miss dancing and laughing in the kitchen while cooking all together, they miss the playful moments you all had.

They miss you. SO much it hurts. That's why they never let you down, they will get you back, it doesn't matter how and it doesn't matter the price to get you back. They will.

~

"be careful, you don't know them but I do. They're unscrupulous" Natasha warns as they wait beside a door, their back against the walls.

"Not as much as us" Steve says in a venom voice.

They decide to just go inside the three of them for now. The rest of them are outside, breaking into their footages and just waiting until somebody needs them inside.

The plan isn't to destroy the red room, they will, of course but not today. They needed a bigger plan which means longer time to get everything ready and they clearly don't have that time. And the last thing they want is to put you in more danger than you already are

"Rogers ?" the headset says "don't go in just yet, there's people circuling in that hallway. I'll tell you when it's clear"

Tony tells them to not answer when he or Bruce talks in the headset because it could be dangerous to speak in there. Nobody knows where the enemy can be.

Steve sighs a long breath of stress through his mouth and rests the back of his head against the wall behind him. Bucky peers at Steve and rests a comforting hand on top of Steve's.

He mouths a little 'It's okay' before kissing his hand. They never, never were that anxious about a mission before, but again, the old missions didn't had anything to do with you.

They felt like they failed you by letting you down. They were sared you would think they won't do anything to get you back to them and just curled more on yourself and just drop your strength.

"it's clear" Tony said through the headset.

Both men open the door and walk through it first, following by Natasha who protect their back. "we had comfirmation that there's a training group in the tird door on your right, right now. We can't have their face though" Bruce informs "so be careful"

Bucky grabs the handle and is waiting for his friends to join him. When Steve and Natasha comes to him, Natasha steps before Steve and nods at Bucky.

This one open the door and Natasha enters, following by Steve and Bucky who are closely behind. Once they're in the room, their eyes gaze everbody in the room in hope to find you but you're not there.

Natasha is on her way back to the door with Steve while Bucky is glued to his spot, looking at all the girls training and acting like robots. Steve looks behind him and takes a double look when he sees Bucky is still far away from the door.

"Bucky" he whispers really quietly "Bucky let's go before they notice us" Steve was scared to bring Bucky with him, because, even though it wasn't exactly the same, he knew Bucky would think about hydra and his years there.

And he can't blame him, everything in here remind him of that place.

"We can't risk to be seen Bucky, think about her. She's waiting for us" Steve says. Bukcy turns his head toward Steve, an expression he can't tell on his face "our girl is waiting for us, Bucky. Let's go get her and bring her home"

He sucks in a breath and nods his shaking head. Steve grabs Bucky's hand and leads him outside of the room. They close the door and go to keep making their way down the hallway when they hear a voice

"I advise you to stop walking and to drop your weapons"

They freeze in their spot. It couldn't.. right ?

Natasha elbows Steve who were beside him, she was the only one who turned around after hearing the voice. Steve takes a breath and turns around, making Bucky turning around too.

"Baby ?" Bucky's weak voice isn't doing anything to you.

You glare at the three of them, a glare empty of emotion "drop your weapons" you order again and they do "baby ?" Bucky calls again

"stop calling me that." you snap "turn around and walk now" you nod at them.

Instead of turning around, Steve takes a step forward "you don't want us to do that" he softly says, shaking his head.

You narrow your eyes at them "walk or I call back up" you warn. He takes a steps closer again "you don't want to do that either. Because you would have done it already either way"

You tight your teeth and swallow. Why does this man has that much power over you ? Why are you listening to him ? You should have shot them already like with the others but.. you can't seems to be able to, why ?

"I got this" Bucky's soft voice sound from behind Steve. You shift your gaze to Bucky who's behind Steve but keeps your gun up, pointing at them and that girl.

He grabs something from his bag and your face fell at the thing he has in his hands "it's.." he clears his throat "it's Bucksie" he softly says, steps toward you too "you remember him ?"

You look at the stuffie and look back at Bucky, a little lost about why you're feeling like this right now

"it's yours, little one"

This name..

"do you remember how you met him ?" Bucky asks taking another step "I was mean to you that night, I gave you a hard punishment you didn't deserved and we gave you Bucksie because I was so scared you wouldn't be near me anymore. I wanted you to have something that remind you of me if I wasn't there because of my acts" he looks down at Bucksie, regrets all over his face "i didn't want you to forget me"

You lower your gun through his talks so now it's on your side as you look down at this Bucksie, he calls. "you used to fall asleep with him all the time, you couldn't lie on the couch without him or closing your eyes if he wasn't in your arms, even though you were in ours" he smiles a little at the memories.

You frown and take it from his hands, making him look up at you with hope in his eyes. You thumb caresses the spot where there's the stars resting on the top of the grey arm, you gaze it absently.

Everything is so weird.

You look back at them with tears in your eyes and Steve immediately reaches Bucky's spot. Natasha stays behind to give you the space you need.

"sweetness ?" he gently calls. You shake your head as tears start to fall down your cheeks "do you remember us ?"

Why is everything feel so loud all of a suddent ? Why is everything feel so overwhelmed when you were feeling empty of emotions seconds ago ? What the hell is happening ?

You sniff and nod your head. Your Daddies goes to hug you but you take a step back, stopping them in their speed. They look at you with confuse eyes as you sniff again "what's wrong ?"

"I can't- What if they're watching ? I- I don't want you to get hurt because of me" you cry "if i leave with you, they'll come back. And I don't want them to come back" You break down

Your Daddies's eyes soften and they come back toward you to hug you, and this time you don't pull back. You let them embrace you with all the love you missed.

"we'll get you out and never, never will let them come back for you, babydoll. We promise you" Your Daddy softly whispers in your ears. Just before hearing people running toward them.

Let's the game begin..

~

The come back was really full of emotions! Just as you step in the jet, everyone came to you and even though you were happy to see them and to have their attention on you it was still very overwhelming.

So when you came home, your Daddies carried you upstairs because they knew you would be really tired. You were happy to see that they didn't touch any of your stuffs, everything is just like before, nothing has change and it make you feel so safe. You didn't realized you needed that.

They spent the whole evening taking care of you, they asked you if you wanted a bath and when you said yes they were careful about being in there with you.

They, of course, asked you if you wanted them to be there and once again you said yes so they came but they were careful to not make you feel uncomfortable.

After that, your Daddy puts your body cream on you, just like before and you couldn't lie, you really missed having this massage every nights before bed. It's so relaxing.

Your Papa helped you putting your pyjama on and then promised you to watch cartoons while you fall asleep. Another thing you miss so much.

They already have an appointement tomorrow with the doctor to check you. When they noticed you were unharmed, from what they could see, they decide to go to the doctor tomorrow and spend the night with you, getting you more comfortable about going back home and making you feel safe again.

"are you tired, little one ?" your Daddy asks as he trails his fingers in your hair. You shake your head but yawn at the same time making him chuckle "it's okay to fall asleep, sweetie" your Papa says with a loving smile.

You shake your head again "don't wanna sleep. I'm scared to wake up and see you're not there and everything is fake. I don't want to go back there when I woke up" you mumble, snuggling closer to them.

They gladly comfort you, they knew you would need extra attention because of everything that had happened and they are more than ready to give it to you.

"Look at me, beautiful" your Daddy gently says, his fingers tilting up your chin "we're not going anywhere, baby. Our place is with your and yours is with us. We'll be there when you'll wake up and it'll be the same for all the other mornings" he reassures you

"just close your eyes, baby" he kisses your nose "and let us take care of you"

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Congratulations honey on 1K followers! You totally deserve it! You are so lovely and your Tumblr is one of my absolute favourites! I'm new to Tumblr so still learning my way around it but from what I've seen of yours, I love it!

And NTL is one of my fave fics I've ever read! I also re-read yours the most, you are such a talented writer! ❤️

Sending huge love and hugs to you! And also always remember you are enough and you are so loved 💛

For the questions I have a few please as I just love hearing about our faves Javi and Osita hehe 💞

Personal Question: #1

NTL Universe: #2 - what is your fave drabble please? Mine is movie night because GREY SWEATPANTS always 🤍🤍🤍

Javi and Osita: #11 and #22

Please and thank you! 💜💜💜

Oh my goodness, thank you so much?!?! Thank YOU for taking the time to read, big love and hugs to you too, friend!!! 😭💖

11. What do Javi and Osita admire the most about each other?

Javi: He honestly admires everything about her- Her independence, her compassion, her strength, her humor, she is truly unlike anyone else he's ever met and he loves everything that makes her the person that she is. While he obviously thinks that she is physically beautiful, he thinks that her personality is the most beautiful thing about her 😭

Osita: She loves how caring and compassionate Javi is. She's never had anyone treat her the way that Javi does, and the fact that he is so thoughtful and kind to her makes her heart melt into a million pieces. She also loves the fact that he's brave and headstrong (even if it means they butt heads because these two are stubborn peas in a pod) 🥺

22. How does the other know that they're horny/want to have sex?

Javi: He can tell Osita's in the mood whenever he catches her trying to sneak glances at him while he's not looking, and then is just smirking around the house. She'll be walking around trying to hide it, and when Javi asks what's got her smiling like that, she'll try and shrug and be like "I don't know what you're talking about", even though they both know damn well what's got her all giddy.

Osita: As if Javi wasn't already the most handsy man alive, when he's horny his hands are ALL over her- he is like a magnet, constantly touching her whenever he can not only because he loves it, but because he knows how riled up it gets her, too 🤪

2. What's my favorite drabble from the NTL universe?

Either Take Me Home (where Javi picks up Osita from a girls night out at the bar and she's hammered) because I think it shows the dynamic of their relationship so well (and it makes me laugh), or You're My Home (Osita and Javi fight all week and it blows up in their faces, until Osita realizes Javi is so worried from things happening at work and has a panic attack and she calms him down) because I feel like it's the most real and raw- we get so much cute and happy Osita and Javi that it was kind of refreshing to write something that was angsty bc even our two faves aren't perfect 🥹

What do I picture Osita looking like?

Okay so DISCLAIMER, Osita went from a self insert character to an OFC real quick, but if you prefer reading Osita as yourself, please please do!!! 😊 That being said, this is what I picture Osita looking like in my head (as if she couldn't get anymore self indulgent lmaooooo)

[ho3ology]

MY ANIME LIST

ratings:

💜 HIGHLY RECOMMEND

❤️ loved it!

🤍 liked it

🩶 decent

MOVIES:

✓ weathering with you 💜

✓ silent voice 💜

◦ mary and the witch’s flower

✓ princess mononoke ❤️

✓ your name 🤍

✓ ponyo 🤍

✓ spirited away 🤍

✓ howl’s moving castle ❤️

◦ mfkz

✓ my neighbor totoro 🤍

◦ castle in the sky

✓ kiki’s delivery service ❤️

◦ tales from earthsea

✓ a whisker away 🤍

◦ okko’s inn

◦ hotarubi no mori e

◦ blue spring ride

◦ ride your wave

SHOWS:

SHONEN

✓ fairy tail 💜 ♾️

✓ naurto 💜 4

◦ one piece 💜 1

✓ attack on titan 💜 1

◦ demon slayer 💜 2

✓ seven deadly sins 💜 2

✓ dr.stone 🤍 1

✓ hunter x hunter 💜 2

✓ blue exorcist ❤️ 2

✓ plunderer ❤️ 1

◦ black clover ❤️ 1

◦ jujutsu kaisen 🤍 1

✓ boku no hero 💜 2

✓ haikyuu!!! 💜 4

✓ bungou stray dogs ❤️ 1

✓ black butler 💜 1.5

✓ high school of the dead 🤍 2

✓ fireforce ❤️ 2

✓ the promised neverland ❤️ 1

✓ snow white with red hair ❤️ 1

✓ spy x family ❤️

✓ seraph of the end ❤️

◦ food wars ❤️ 1

◦ kuroko no basketball ❤️

SHOJO

✓ maid sama ❤️ 2

✓ fruit basket 💜 4

✓ ouran high school host club 💜 4

◦ inuyasha ❤️ 1

✓ yona of the dawn ❤️ 1

✓ love is hard for otaku 💜 3

✓ kamisama kiss 💜 2

✓ kiss him, not me ❤️ 1

✓ how to take care of a mummy 💜 1

✓ koto oto tomarel: sounds of life 💜 1

✓ horimiya 💜 1

✓ shonen maid ❤️ 1

✓ grandma and grandpa turned young again 🩶

JOSEI

✓ given 💜 1

✓ diabolik lovers 🤍 1

✓ akkun to kanojo ❤️ 1

✓ why raeliana ended up in the dukes mansion 💜

✓ raven of the inner palace 💜

✓ sacrificial princess and the King of Beasts 🤍

SEINEN

✓ haven’t you heard? i’m sakamoto ❤️ 1

✓ million dollar detective: balance - unlimited ❤️ 1

haven’t seen yet:

◦ anohana: the flower we saw that day

◦ sanrio boys

◦ say “i love you”

◦ blue spring ride

◦ grand blue

◦ interspecies reviewers

◦ my little monster

◦ stars align

◦ number24

◦ yuri!!! on ice

◦ deadman wonderland

◦ corpse party - toutured souls

◦ when they cry

◦ god eater

◦ free!

◦ dakaichi

◦ pandora’s heart

◦ devils line

◦ parasite

◦ is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon

◦ erased

◦ how heavy are the dumbbells you lift?

◦ fate series

◦ run with the wind

◦ golden time

◦ orenchi no furo jijo

◦ dakaretai otoko

◦ big windup

◦ toliet bound hanako kun

◦ rave master

◦ paradise kiss

◦ how to not summon a demon lord

◦ magi

◦ science fell in love so i tried to prove it

◦ engaged to the unidentified

◦ redo of healer

◦ sk8 to infinity

ones with check marks are the ones i’ve seen and finished. the numbers are just how many times i’ve seen it 💀

i don’t think i have some of them in the correct category so pls lmk if i need to make any changes ☺️

[saralayne]

It’s Always Been You 🩵 💜

After Lucy's breakup with Chris, she knew why she couldn't be in a relationship with him. Lucy had felt disconnected from Tim and it was breaking her heart. She was sure her feelings were one sided, Until he made her talk to him and was blindsided at the confession he made to her.

Lucy was feeling confused. Her heart was in a tailspin. After the OP in Vegas, she fully knew how she felt. There was absolutely zero doubt that she had fallen in love with her former training officer. Also, knowing she had probably been in love with him for years really. She knew nothing could come from it while she was still his boot. So she wiped it under the rug. and it really seemed to work. Lucy had met Chris Sanford. He was a successful lawyer, a good guy who seemed to really care about her. Aside from the slip up, when he hummed that damn song, he really did care about her.

Lucy knew Tim walked her home that night, she wanted him to come in. She knew she would feel guilty as she was with someone and so was he but it really didn't matter in that moment and would deal with the aftermath later. After she invited him in and they had an awkward 'what happens undercover, stays undercover' moment. Tim finally agreed, but when they found Chris bleeding out on her couch at the hands of Rosalyn. The same woman who had caused her so much trauma and fear. She had indirectly attacked Lucy again.

Some time had passed. Out of guilt, Lucy had reluctantly stayed with Chris. Tim was still with Ashley. Little did Lucy know Chris had seen how guilty she was feeling about his attack. When she was offered a chance at UC school and had immediately turned it down. Chris made a call to Tim knowing he would be able to convince her to take this opportunity. Obviously, not knowing her true feelings but knowing the mutual respect they had for each other professionally and their close friendship. When Tim came by her apartment and told her to take, more importantly 'to move on'. Lucy was left completely shattered. At least she knew how he truly felt. Lucy did just that, she moved on. Weeks went by. Tim and Lucy had gone back to normal. Back to friends. She played the radio gag on him and it felt good. It all came crashing down on her again when Tim told her Ashley had broken up with him and after seeing him in the hospital. He had to have emergency spinal surgery, Lucy knew she couldn't go on leading Chris on. She wasn't just worried about her friend Tim post surgery, the realization he was her person even if he did not feel the same.

Lucy had a hard conversation with Chris which ended up not being hard for her truthfully. Chris didn't seem blindsided. Almost like he saw it coming? They agreed to part as friends. Lucy was relieved it wasn't dramatic and was just easy, But now she doesn't know how to proceed. She decided to just concentrate on work, telling herself she would eventually move on from her strong feelings. It really helped that she wasn't in the shop with Tim for 12 hours a day. When she walked into roll call that day, she never anticipated that Grey would of paired them together again as Aaron was out for the day. An immediate uneasy feeling took over. She had to be professional, just like a million times before.

Tim had thought she would be so chatty and normal Lucy. Truthfully, he had missed it, he had missed her, even if he would never admit it. The opposite was happening. They had been together for A couple of hours in the shop. Lucy had barely said two words to him. Only talking to him when needed on a couple of calls. Tim kept thinking 'What the hell is going on?'. He couldn't focus. Had become distracted. He had enough.

"Lucy, Let's go grab some lunch from the food truck"

"Sure" was all she said.

He was becoming seriously frustrated.

They arrived at the food truck. Ordered their food and sat down.

"OK, Lucy. Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I don't know what your talking about. I'm eating lunch. Everything is fine" Replied Lucy.

"NO, It's not Lucy. You have been acting off all day. Hardly talking, this is not you. Just talk to me and tell me what's bothering you"

"Tim, just leave it alone. I'm fine."

"Lucy, I wont leave it alone until you tell me what's going on"

Lucy had enough of this.

"Fine Tim, you wanna do this? Then ok. YOU told me to move on and that is what I am trying to do. I'm sorry if I am not acting like myself but it's not easy to be around you, just the two of us again. It's making moving on really hard and frankly it's breaking my heart. BUT we have a job to do, so I am remaining focused. If that's not how you think I should be acting then I am sorry for that"

Tim was left shell shocked.

"Lucy, what are you talking about? You're with Sanford and happy. How am I breaking your heart?"

Lucy let out a big sigh.

"Tim, I broke up with Chris a couple weeks ago and before you ask. It wasn't fair to him, being in a relationship when I love someone else and have for a long time. BUT that person does not share those feelings, actually really doesn't want me in their life, SO I am trying to be professional"

Tim was in shambles. What Lucy said about him couldn't of been further from the truth. Another second could not pass by without him telling her how he truly feels.

Tim grabbed Lucy's hand not caring who saw.

"Lucy...You have it all wrong. Have you noticed I'm not broken up about Ashley and I splitting up, Have you ever wondered why? Well I will tell you. It's because I'm in love with you and I also have been for a real long time. Because of our professional situation, I could never act on it. Truth be told, I knew I loved you when I pulled you out of that barrel. Ashley was a distraction for what I knew I couldn't have. It wasn't fair and I live with that regret."

"IT'S YOU LUCY, IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN YOU"

Lucy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought. Is this for real? Was she dreaming?

"Tim, please tell me this isn't payback for the prank I played on you because my heart could not handle that. Truth, that wasn't a prank. It was me trying to convince myself this wasn't real to me and knowing it could never happen."

"Lucy, this is more real to me than anything in my life"

Lucy found herself standing up from the table, reaching across. She cupped his face in her hand and did something she wanted to desperately do since the OP, but this time there was no pretending. It was all REAL. Lucy gave Tim a soft, passionate kiss.

Once they both released their lips from each other. Tim gasped.

"Lucy, that was AMAZING. But someone could see us. We need to talk to Grey and fill out paperwork."

Lucy smiled. She said four words that were forever cemented into his heart.

"SOME THINGS MATTER MORE"

[volturiwolf]

Yesterday was the 2-year anniversary of the deadliest train wreck in Greek history.

Yesterday, more than 1 million people in Athens and hundreds of thousands of others across Greece and the whole world gathered in the streets of their cities to protest for the injustices, crimes and cover up, and to remind everyone who wants us to forget that we won’t.

Yesterday, I witnessed police stopping access to the metro stations covering a distance of over 4 kms, forcing the people who wanted to go to the protest meeting point to walk there.

Yesterday, I had to walk-run 2 kilometres to get there.

But yesterday I saw thousands of people - families with small children, old people, young people, people with disabilities - walk these 2 kms and more, united under one purpose.

Yesterday, I went to the protest alongside my mom (who collectively agreed with her coworkers to go to the protest, despite it being her first time - and she was pretty scared) and my dad (who has diabetes, suffered a heart attack a few years ago and shouldn’t tire himself too much) and I felt like I had a purpose.

Even if I didn’t do anything, besides being there, I felt that my presence there had a meaning. Everyone’s presence had a meaning.

The police falsely stated that in my hometown, Thessaloniki, the final destination of that train which never came, only 100,000 people were present.

I can tell you that those 4 kilometres mentioned were packed with people. All of the streets around that street were packed. People came from all over the prefecture down to the city centre.

We barely managed to walk from Agia Sophia down to Aristotelous (we had to squeeze past the crowds and walk down smaller streets to get there) and still it was the most proud moment of my life.

Along with everyone else, we sent a message to our government and everyone who covers up this crime that people are more powerful and resilient than they think.

Yesterday, I was proud of my country’s people.

P.s. this was the first time the taxi drivers (not the ones working with apps, like Uber) (for my city, it was taxiway) drove people to the protests for free. They were literally begging people to drive them downtown. And I was literally crying in the back of the taxi, squeezed next to unknown people with the same purpose 💜

[dr-bhishma-chowdary-donepudi]

Rheumatic Fever And Rheumatic Heart Disease

Rheumatic Fever and Rheumatic Heart Disease

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Acute rheumatic fever and rheumatic heart disease are leading causes of acquired cardiac disease in developing countries, with between 5 and 30 million children and young adults affected worldwide and a mortality rate of 1% to 10%.94 .

In the United States, the availability of antibiotics to treat streptococcal pharyngitis has markedly reduced the incidence of this disease but sporadic cases still occur.95 In children, the peak incidence occurs between 5 and 14 years of age.

Rheumatic fever results from infection by particular strains of group A β-hemolytic Streptococcus or Streptococcus pyogenes. Both cellular and humoral immune responses to the bacterial antigens cross react with native tissues to result in a multisystemic infl ammatory disorder.

The incubation period for most strains of group A β-hemolytic Streptococcus is typically 3 to 5 days, although some children will present with a more remote history of pharyngitis.

The diagnosis of rheumatic fever is made clinically based on the modifi ed Jones criteria.96 Major criteria include carditis, polyarthritis, chorea, subcutaneous nodules, and erythema marginatum. Evidence of a prior streptococcal infection along with two major or one major and two minor criteria are required to make the diagnosis in children without prior history of rheumatic fever or echocardiographic evidence of typical valvular involvement. Fever and arthritis are common symptoms.

The polyarthritis has a migratory pattern, typically aff ecting large joints. Cardiac involvement or carditis occurs in nearly 50% of children with their fi rst attack of rheumatic fever.

Rheumatic heart disease represents a sequela of the acute process, aff ecting the mitral and aortic valves most frequently. Primary prevention of rheumatic fever and rheumatic heart disease begins with prompt recognition and appropriate treatment of the initial streptococcal infection.97,98 Secondary prevention, with ongoing therapy in individuals with a known history of rheumatic fever, has been shown to be extremely effective at preventing recurrent attacks.

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[bigoleglory]

GoodMorning, today is a brand new day with a brand new chance to be a good one.

“It’s a good day to have a good day”🖤

I am so extremely grateful, to see her in such great spirits.! 1. F that Oldboy who ran her over, (Xmas music looping in my head) we’ll get him granny don’t you worry, I think we might know an x cop who can help. 😉 one of my all time favorite ladies who made my all time favorite.💜fun fact, her name tags on my fridge.

Oh, my, fucking, god………😭

MY BIG DAWG TABLE GRADE 🥈look at how tall and handsome you are, GO KILL IT, on the good days and even on those punk ass medium face days, full send my boy.! 🤟🏼TFRB🤟🏼 all that coffee and still tall as heck.! Wow.😭 can’t believe that

Miracles, I believe are a showing of the actual universe powers at work, right before our eyes.! As cliche and as Ohio cornholy as it may be, they are so real, and they do not happen twice.! The bigger picture is showing more love that way and it is truly, undoubtedly deserved .

Who knows , seems like we’re in the middle of one right now.☁️🧠

Life is so, so fragile. All these broken pieces we all have but have not shattered fully is outstanding.! Cheers to all of us,

Thankful for me.? Well I am Grateful for you. I’m thankful that after everything, I GET TO look forward to seeing the smoke signals and know that I’m going to have almost a full blown panic attack reading them. I stop half way through , smile and laugh until my eyes cry, some I re read. A million times, but that immediate rush, knowing, I exist with you in a moment in time, here, and now. Just blows my mind, lil Elon musk cookin up in his spaceship baby, it, blows my, MIND. I’m grateful for every letter you type, because in itself, everyone of them, is a miracle.. thank YOU for meeting me here as well big finance boss bitch , thank you, for meeting me in a place where it’s only me and you…. Our brains, our hearts.

That fashion icon needed safety, not just a t-shirt to her mom. One day, you’ll wear her t shirts all old and cool gmom style.!

GRANNY TOO HOT FOR THE INTERWEB I BEEN SAYINNNNN IT.! Literally shut it down.😉🖤🖤

Now, I hope your daily “microsdose” provides every single sticky of good including those goosebumps you have right now reading this.

Drive safe, make it on time miss not speed racer.you are LOVED,YOU, are VALUED, YOU are NEEEDED.,

Happy tHERsday!:)

P.s

When I always aid I loved you more, I didn’t mean more than you loved me…. I mean more than all the bad days ahead. All of them.

Thank you. For loving me the most.♾️

[specialagentlokitty]

Neytiri x deaf!reader - learning about you

Hello! Would I be able to request a part 2 to the Neytiri fic “learning about you” where Neytiri tries to comfort the reader after learning of Jakes betrayal and also during the war as it all gets too much for them? - Anon 💜

A/N: sign language will be in bold, na’vi will be in italics

Part two:

You had no clue what Jake was doing behind the Na’vi’s back, behind Grace’s back, behind your back.

You had no clue he was going to betray the people he trusted the most, so at Neytiri stood there screaming at him and pushing him, you stood there in pure and utter shock.

“(Y/N) please! She’ll listen to you!” Jake begged.

You stared at him in horror and slowly shook your head, backing away from him towards Neytiri who took your shoulders and spun you around.

“Did you know?” She whispered.

You stared at her, tears falling from your eyes and she shook your shoulders a little.

“Did you know?!”

You slowly shook your head, bringing up shaking hands.

I didn’t know… I’m so sorry.

Neytiri searched your eyes, examining your face, the way your ears were titled downward lightly, tears streaming down your face, your eyes glued to hers.

She looked at your shaking hands and slowly moved her hands down to yours, moving you behind her as she carried on screaming at your brother.

She let you go and Tsu’tey pulled you back, placing his hands over your ears to help block out some of the shouting.

You slowly sank to your knees and he coped you, letting go of your ears, he dug through your bag to find your ear plugs and put them in.

“Neytiri!”

She whipped her head around and when she saw you she rushed over, crouching down as she held you.

Jake tried rushing forward but he was stopped by Tsu’tey pushing him back, then punching him in the face.

“I trusted you!” Neytiri yelled.

She turned to you.

“(Y/N) trusted you!”

Jake felt his heart breaking in a million pieces but he knew he couldn’t go near you, all he could do was plead with the people to leave.

But they wouldn’t, they were getting ready to leave and that’s when everything went down to hell.

The sky people attacked, people were screaming and shouting, there was flames raging in the sky, parts of the home tree falling to the ground as it started to collapse.

“Child come!” Mo’ak yelled.

She grabbed you and pulled you up, lacing your fingers with yours as she started to pull you away, trying her best to keep you safe.

Everything was being destroyed all because of your brother.

People died, good people, Jake and Grace were restrained while you stood with the people who accepted you as their own and believed you.

Naytiri stood in front of you, her hand reaching back while she held yours not only to comfort you, but to comfort herself.

The next few events were a blur, you were ripped from the link pod, you were shoved in a cell, Jake kept trying to apologise to you.

You were broken out by max, grace was shot and you were trying to help stop the bleeding, Jake went to ask Neytiri and Tsu’tey to help the scientist.

You stared out the small window into the forest when you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

You didn’t want to be there?

You shook your head.

I can’t. Not after knowing what my brother did.

Norm nodded his head in understanding, tapping one of the link pods.

What about the people? They trust you, love you. They need you there.

You let out a sigh, sitting down in your brothers wheelchair as you rolled it back and forth a little bit, looking at the pod he was in.

You turned back to Norm.

Here I can pretend there’s nothing wrong, I don’t want to hear their cries, pleas. I don’t want to hear the war. I can’t hear the war.

Norm nodded his head again, handing you a tablet.

Can you help me instead, will that help distract distract you?

You nodded your head and did everything you could to help Norm and the village from inside away from everything.

You gave Norm the information, he relayed it to your brother who used it to help everyone.

You couldn’t bare to be out there, but while Norm used his avatar to help fight, you stayed inside away from it all.

You felt like a lair, a fraud in your avatar, like you didn’t belong and because of everything they would never accept you.

Norm shot up from his pod and looked at you as he gasped for air.

Quickly you got up and helped him calm down, getting him to take deep breaths in and out.

Please they need your help. They’re asking for you, Neytiri is begging for you.

That’s all you needed to hear, jumping in one of the pods, you let Norm set everything up for you.

Give them hell.

You grinned and laid down.

You woke up under the tree of souls, and shot up, standing on shaky feet, you looked to all the scared woman and children who couldn’t fight.

Looking to the tree, you found grace and you felt an anger burning inside of you.

Making sure you had your ear pieces were in properly, you marched forward, taking a bow and some arrows from Mo’at with a nod of your head.

She called her Ikran, and let you ride it and as you took to the skies you noticed how there were fires everywhere, animals attacking the ships.

Pulling your ear pieces out, you flinched at the loudness but you needed to be able to hear, you needed to listen.

Taking a deep breath, you asked the Ikran to find your brother and Neytiri.

It didn’t take long, and as you saw Quaritch fighting him, you jumped down, pulling the bow from your back, you botched an arrow and release it, knocking the robot body back.

He snapped his gaze to you and he smirked.

“I thought you would’ve abandoned your brother.” He mused.

You curled your lip in a snarl, and fired another arrow which he shot and Jake used this time to get up and sneak away to grab his weapon.

“Come on he betrayed you! He lied! Jake is the reason for all of this! Why protect him! Side with me and I can get you what you want. Top of the line, you’ll never go a day without hearing again.” He smirked.

Quaritch held out his hand and Jake watched you with tension in his eyes.

“Don’t listen to him!” He yelled.

You turned you attention to your brother, arrow pointed at him as you slowly walked forward and Quaritch smirked even more.

“That’s it, channel all that anger, all that hate. Get rid of him.” He whispered.

Jake begged and pleaded with you, begging you to not do it, to walk away and help him protect the Na’vi.

You walked next to Quaritch who placed a hand on your shoulder, whispering at you to shoot your brother.

Jake stared at you sadly, and then he noticed it.

The slight twitch of your tail.

He looked again, and it happened again, flicking to one side, and he knew immediately.

Everyone knew you and your brother talked through sign, so you devised a new way to communicate through your tails and ears so no one understood.

You threw your bow to take, grabbing an arrow you jumped, clinging to the machine and stabbed it through the glass.

You were aiming through the colonel, but the moment you jumped he knew what you were doing so he grabbed you making you miss him by an inch and he threw you against Jake.

Then he broke into the capsule that was holding the pods, and suddenly it became hard to breath.

You rolled off Jake, and he charged again while you collapsed, forcing yourself to wake up and get out of the pod.

Your lungs heaved, heart racing as you tried to grab one of the masks but you weren’t tried for things like this, you weren’t used to it.

Grabbing one of the masks, you went to place it on your face but Quaritch being shoved into the capsule made you fall.

Getting up, you grabbed the mask, and you looked at Jake gasping for air as he pushed himself from the pod.

Looking at him and then the mask in your hands, you placed it on your face, connecting it to take a deep breath before pulling it away and rushing over, placing it over his face.

You made sure it was connected, and helped him sit up from his place on the floor, and you tired to make it over to the one across the container.

Your lungs were burning, vision pulsing, and you slowly stopped moving before you dropped to your knees, fingers reaching for the mask but you couldn’t reach it.

“(Y/N)!”

Jake tried to get into his chair but it was broken, so he tried crawling over to you, but everything was blocking his path.

“(Y/N)!” He screamed.

Neytiri heard the screaming, and she jumped through the broken window, turning to Jake before spinning around to you on the ground.

Rushing over she picked you up and looked around, grabbing the mask she placed it on your face and you gasped, heaving for air as you fingers fumbled about with it before you took a deep breath.

You panted for air a few times before you looked up at her and smiled.

She carried you over to your brother and set you down.

He held you tightly, and you held him just as tightly.

Neytiri smiled.

“(Y/N) cannot hear in this body?” She asked.

“No, hold on.”

Jake tapped you and pointed to the na’vi, so you turned to her.

Are you okay?

You smiled and nodded.

Are you?

She nodded and moved your head with her hands, looking at your ears while Jake laughed and you smiled a little shaking your head out of her hands.

Neytiri grinned a little and you stood up, brushing your clothes down and Neytiri stood up with Jake in her arms.

It was settled they were going to ask Eywa to make you Na’vi and she called others to help move your avatar bodies.

As you walked through, waiting for Naytiri to placed Jake down, she helped you up and you laid down next to him.

You grabbed your brothers hand, and he smiled at you.

Smiling back, you looked at Naytiri and closed your eyes, praying Eywa would allow both you and Jake to love among her people as one of them

[ohthatstragic]

I Loved Them, Goose - p.m

a/n: this was painful to write, i hate writing sad mav, it's so disheartening :( luv him too much. also ik this gif is from TG:M, but it's fitting for this one shot... it's a little short, but, i hope this was what you wanted anon, if not i'm happy to rework it for you!! < 3

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: young!maverick x gn!reader

warnings: angst, reader death, funeral

wc: 1,365

the request: 'can you do like a really angsty young maverick x reader where it is the reader instead of goose dying please I love your work 💜'

i listened to another love but the slowed version whilst writing this rip, that shit HURT

Droplets of rain pattered on the asphalt, the clear beads exploding against the hard ground like a million ballerinas dancing upon it. It was the day of your funeral, and they had laid your coffin to rest around thirty minutes ago. Most of the attendees had dissipated from the cemetary, but not Maverick. He stood straight with his head facing downward; his smart, black military cap tucked underneath his arm. The rain drenched his dark-cocoa coloured hair, flattening it against his forehead. Small droplets of rain dripped down his skin, it was like the weather had given him a way to hide his forthcoming tears. "I'm sorry, Mav," A choked, quiet voice came from behind the young pilot, making his ears twitch at the familiar voice he loved so dearly. Goose's voice was somewhat comforting to him, but it wasn't yours.

You had been Maverick's RIO to replace Goose as he had a family emergency to attend to. The two of you had been training for Top Gun, being Iceman's wingman for the lesson. Ice's jet-wash had sent your plane into an uncontrollable and unrecoverable flat spin as he pulled out from the shot he was going to take. Maverick's mind was haunted by your shouts of distress, his knees suddenly feeling weak as he reeled his mind back to the moment he watched your lifeless, limp body float down to the sea. Goose had learnt of your death after he returned to Top Gun to find Maverick absolutely broken. It was like he was a totally different man entirely. His cocky persona had completely melted away and it revealed his fragile and delicate side.

Maverick was fighting back strangling sobs beneath his emotionless façade as he stared down at your new, forever home, and it disturbed Goose at how 'calm' the naval aviator seemed. "They'd want you to be happy." Goose spoke again, his mouth hanging open as he squinted against the pelting rain, the outward-poking rim of his military cap not doing much to protect his face from the wet weather. Maverick didn't dare turn around to face Goose and expose his ailing will to keep going. Instead, he swallowed slowly, giving a single nod of his head.

"I know." Maverick whispered, almost to himself at how quiet he spoke. He could feel the protective wall he had built for today beginning to crumble like a sandcastle as he thought back to your screams of terror as the two of you plummeted to the ground, torturing himself with the guilt that was laden within his rigid body. Goose watched Maverick's shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably, his once silent sobs becoming audible.

"Mav!" You screamed, your heart beat was going ridiculously fast now and you were sure if this crash didn't kill you, the oncoming heart-attack would.

"Y/C/S, Y/C/S, I'm losing control, I'm losing control! I-I can't control it!" Maverick shouted, his hands gripping the centre joystick like it was the last thing on Earth.

"Altitude eight thousand," You choked out, your head pressed up against the canopy from the insane gravitational push from your unintentional free-fall. "Seven thousand!" You gasped, your terrified eyes never leaving the spiralling needle. "Shit, six thousand, Mav!"

"I've fallen forwards, Y/C/S, I can't reach the ejection handle!" Maverick shouted hoarsely and swallowed, trying to gain control of his compressing lungs. "Y/C/S! You've gotta punch us out! I can't reach the ejection handle, eject!" Maverick hopelessly shouted again, making you push yourself against the side of the canopy in a weak attempt to grasp onto the yellow rings above your head. Your arms and back burned as you forced your body to do the unimaginable, fighting against gravity itself to save your lives. "Eject, eject, eject!" He yelled. You missed once, then twice, and then you caught it, sparks surrounding you as the canopy was launched off the top of the jet. Your seat ejected first, a puff of smoke emitting from below it. Suddenly, a loud crack, and it was black.

Maverick's seat was next, and his arms crossed against his chest as he was shot up into the air, parachute deploying as soon as his chair was released. His breaths were ragged and heavy as he desperately glanced around to find your figure, and to his dismay, he found it. He felt his body go numb as his eyes lingered on your limp body, your arms hanging down like you were a puppet on strings. "Y/N?!" He called out hoarsely, his heart beginning to race for all the wrong reasons. 

As the pair of your bodies hit the water, Maverick was on you like a rocket, his lips quivering as he screamed your name out, praying, begging for a reply. But he got nothing back. "Y/C/S!" Maverick screeched, his arms splashing against the water as he reached you, the self-deploying lifeboat raising your body up underneath the pile of soaking parachute. He clambered on top of the inflatable, his body aflame with unbearable pain and fatigue. Maverick's trembling fingers fisted the parachute, desperately digging through the nylon material to retrieve your body. He felt his chest explode as he saw patches of bright, red blood stain his fingers as he found your head, your helmet was broken in half; blood staining your once-white helmet. "No..." Maverick breathed out, his voice breaking as he realised what had happened. His reckless behaviour had killed you. A high-pitched ringing sounded through his ears. "Y/N!" He screamed once more, his jaw clenching in distress as he hopelessly stared down at you, blinking rapidly; tears dripping from his lashes. "Please, wake up, Y/N, please-" He cried out, his hands clutching your head against his chest, fingers brushing the bloodied and matted hair out of your lifeless eyes.

"Let them go!" A voice shouted out from beside Maverick and he whipped his head up to look at them, spotting 'US NAVY' scrawled across the side of the helicopter.

"It's my fault that they're dead, Goose." Maverick whispered.

The RIO felt his heart splinter as he witnessed Maverick's breakdown. "It wasn't your fault, Mav," Goose sucked in a shaky breath as he approached his best friend, his eyes beginning to flood with uncontrollable tears. Maverick lost it. He turned around, his head falling against Goose's sopping wet chest with a thud, his hoarse, desperate breaths and silent cries were the only thing - other than the torrential rain - that echoed through the grave yard. Maverick flailed his trembling arms around Goose, his wobbly hands fisting the back of his RIO's uniform. "I know," Goose bit down harshly on his bottom lip, moustache twitching as he hopelessly tried to stay strong for his best friend. Goose was hurting too, he was also your best friend and he'd made many memories with you over the past year, but he knew how Maverick felt about you. He loved you, deeply. Truly. More than a friend, and you'd never know that because he never told you. The pilot had buried his feelings for you deep down inside him and drowned his sorrows in floods of women and one night stands; the courage to tell you never arriving.

"I loved them, Goose," Maverick cried out with agony, making Goose squeeze his eyes shut as thunder rumbled above them, the rain beginning to pelt down twice as hard now. "I loved Y/N..." He whispered, his silent sobs scraping against his sore, throbbing throat. "And I never told.." Maverick trailed off, another series of miserable whimpers and strangled sobs leaving his juddering chest.

"I think they knew, Mav." Goose replied quietly, his red, teary eyes falling to your shining headstone. The bubbles of rain dripped down the white stone, making it look like it was weeping. The moustached-RIO read the headstone silently to himself, the words stabbing his chest like a knife.

IN MEMORY OF

Y/N L/N

LT

US NAVY

Y/B/D 1965 - JUNE 5 1986

Goose shook his head vigorously in a pathetic attempt to forget what he had just so clearly read, the reality of it all becoming too much for him. Amongst Maverick's wretched and broken-hearted cries, Goose gazed up to the sky, his eyes flinching at the drops of rain that fell into them. The clouds above were grey and depressing, almost fitting for such an event. Despite the morbid reason him and Maverick were standing where they were, you would have loved the weather. Rainstorms were your favourite. It was almost as if the Universe was waving you off, too.

i hope this was okay, i wanted to do it from a flashback perspective :,(

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↳ Index [Day 27 - Puppy Play]

Pairing: Good Boy!couple

Kinks: puppy play, kneeling, leather collar, puppy mitts & ears, praise, good boy kink, this is a kink scene out of sexual context & moreso in a “i love engaging in this kink because it makes me feel happy & safe” context which is toptier

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a/n: he is so cute! i wanna give him the world!! tete my sweet love :( please luv him!! hahah enjoy besties 💜

“Open it.”

Taehyung shakes the neatly wrapped box.

“What is it? It’s so heavy”, he says.

“Just open it”, you say, grinning knowingly. 

“Okay, god this is so exciting”, Taehyung says, turning his attention to opening the present you got for him.

You were nothing but friends being roommates once. Twelve months ago to be exact. You were still roommates these days, but changed the friends status to happily dating. And it is awesome. Living together for such a long time before finally falling for each other makes all of this so easy and so right. You know his worst quirks and Taehyung knows yours. You learned how to communicate and how to run a household together even before you became lovers and now every day feels like the easiest piece of cake with him. It is also so comforting to know that he will always be your friend. Love feels so right when it’s based on friendship, you realised that much whenever you can be silly with him and he matches your energy instead of looking at you weird. Truly, he feels so incredibly right.

It was your anniversary today. One whole year together. It may sound like a lot to a few people, but you both know that it was only the beginning.

You each got presents for the other. Taehyung got you this one specific and super expensive superhero playing card set. You’ve been dreaming of it ever since last year of college. You love it so, so much and plan on looking at it at least once a day.

You got Taehyung one of his dreams as well, burning up in excited anticipation of when he finally sees it.

Taehyung places the ripped paper aside, sneaking a glance at you over the frame of his glasses. It’s a brown cardboard box with nothing on it.

"Open it", you stress, bouncing on the sofa in excitement.

Taehyung looks back at the box and finally opens it. 

"No."

"Yes.

"No."

"Yes."

"Darling", he squeaks out, looking at you with teary eyes.

You giggle. 

"And? Do you like it?" 

"How did you even get that? Oh my god, this is, is everything I ever dreamt of."

"I know", you say, scooting closer to wipe his tears.

"I love you", he says, leaning in for a kiss.

"I love you too", you tell him once he pulled back again to look back into the box.

He begins giggling like crazy, wiggling on the sofa in a happy dance while his hands take out the present. 

Handcrafted kneepads with comfortable straps and a good hold. You had to sneakily take measurements of his knees for it. Thankfully Taehyung is out cold once he sleeps. 

And puppy mitts. Black leather and with a white puppy paw print at the front. Taehyung dreamt of them ever since he became a puppy player, but never got them because of how expensive this certain model was. 

"I can't believe you got them. They’re my dream mittens", he says, hugging them to his chest and rocking them as if they were a baby. He rests his cheeks on them, giggling cutely.

"You're so cute", you say, melting in fondness. He deserves all the happiness in the world. 

Taehyung drops them but only so he can fling himself around you, attacking your face with a million kisses. The momentum of his attack forces you to fall, back hitting the sofa. You laugh, eyes squeezed shut so he doesn’t accidentally kiss your eyeball in his aggressive display of love.

"I love you. I love you. I love you", he chants between his kisses.

“I love you too”, you say between giggles and with your heart racing like crazy. That is exactly why you love giving him presents. His happiness in contagious and you hope it never ever ends.

Taehyung reaches for the kneepads once his love attack stops. He runs his fingers over the material, eyes sparkling most ardently.

“Do you like them?” you ask him, “I thought they could be useful because you always say that your knees hurt after crawling around.”

“I love them”, he says, hugging them against his chest, “they’re gonna be so helpful, but oh my god”, he drops them, reaching for his puppy mitts, “I have to say that this is my favourite. I can’t believe you got them for me”, he says, kissing them before hugging them as tightly as possible.

“I expected you to say that”, you say, caressing his thigh, “you’re so cute. Do you wanna put them on?”

“Yes, yes wait but wait”, he stumbles off the sofa, “I wanna get the full gear”, he babbles already running off, “wait”, he stops, looking at you with big eyes, “can I get the full gear? I think I’ll fall into puppy headspace when I do. Do you consent to that?” he makes sure, looking oh so hopeful and shy.

“Of course I do. That sounds like fun”, you assure him.

“Okay, okay”, he says and squeaks, running off after doing a little jump.

You can hear his footsteps run back to you after a few moments of silence. He almost stumbles over his own feet from how excited he is running, holding his leash and collar and his puppy ears.

“I’ve got everything”, he says, dropping in front of you on his knees. He places his gear on your lap, finding his waiting position afterwards.

You chuckle, “don’t you wanna put on the kneepads first?”

“Oh yeah”, he blushes, “I have them now, don’t I?”

“You do, yeah”, you smile.

“Okay, okay I gotta put them on. Oh my god, I can’t breathe, this is the best day of my life”, he babbles as he scurries to put the kneepads on. He is so excited that he slips them on over his sweats.

“And?” you ask him.

“Really comfortable, I like how they feel”, he says, dropping on the floor, “oh wow okay. This is amazing, holy moly. My knees don’t hurt anymore”, he giggles again, hiding his face between your thighs as he hugs your legs, “thank you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you”, his voice is muffled by your lap.

“You’re so cute”, you say, ruffling his soft hair.

Taehyung lifts his head again. His glasses are just slightly tilted from burying his face in your thighs. You reach out to fix them, caressing his cheek afterwards.

“My good puppy”, you whisper, watching how Taehyung’s eyes soften as his mind very slowly shifts into his favourite headspace.

He grumbles happily, widening his eyes to appear cuter.

“Can I put the ears on you?” you ask him.

Taehyung nods his head, tilting it afterwards to make it easier for you to clip them into his hair. You work carefully, making sure not to accidentally tug on his hair. Taehyung plans on getting a full puppy hood one day, but for now he really loves the ears. The puppy hoods feels and looks so sexy to him and he is still a little unsure if he can be such a puppy. You always assure him that his insecurities aren’t real and that he would look amazing in the hood, but you know not to pressure him. Besides, Taehyung looks so adorable in his puppy ears that you can’t ever get enough of them. They also look so real. It’s remarkable really, that once you put them on correctly and his fluffy hair hides the little clips, it really looks as if Taehyung possesses over two very fluffy and floppy puppy ears.

Today is no different. He looks like a completely different person once those ears are on. He looks happier, cuter, more handsome and all in all like your bestest boy.

“Look at you”, you say, petting his head right between his ears, “you’re such a handsome boy.”

Taehyung wiggles his hips, letting out a little happy growl as he nudges your palm with his head. Giggling, you bury your fingers deeper, scratching him right behind his puppy ear.

His happy little noises motivate you to scratch him even better, using your other hand to scratch him right behind his real ear. He’s so sensitive there. Shivers run down his spine, skin prickling like crazy. 

“My handsome boy, you’re such a handsome boy, yeah you are”, you coo.

Taehyung barks, huffing out air afterwards. His cheeks are glowing, he can’t seem to stay still. Oh he is so very precious. You have to lean in for a little kiss. Right on his forehead. Taehyung calms down a little afterwards, gazing up at you with parted lips.

“Sit”, you order and Taehyung obeys by sitting down on his heels and putting his balled fists in front of his knees. His back is straightened, his head is held high.

“Good boy. Now stay”, you tell him, watching in delight as Taehyung tenses his muscles just a little to keep the position.

You place the leather collar around his throat, making sure that it is tightened comfortably. He likes having it closed on the third hole, but you still make sure that it sits well.

“How is the tightness? Do you feel comfortable?”

Taehyung nods his head.

“That’s good. Tell me if something starts to hurt”, you say to which Taehyung nods his head again. You smile, rewarding him by giving him scratches under his chin.

Taehyung tilts his head back, wiggling his butt happily.

“Such a good boy. You’re such a good boy”, you praise, making Taehyung whimper softly, “now. Sit.”

He obeys instantly, hips rolling against nothing just once. He isn’t completely hard, but his bulge does look just that tiny bit bigger than before. Taehyung doesn’t always get super hard when he’s in puppy headspace. It’s more the praise that gets him hard. When he’s in puppy headspace he is in a more calm and relaxed state. Often, your play sessions consisted of nothing more than Taehyung wanting to play with one of his puppy toys or wanting to nap next to you all curled up with his ears and collar on while you scratched his back. You loved those sessions as they comforted you just as much as they did Taehyung. He was always so adorable and cute and gosh, you just wanted to pick him up and smother him in kisses. Sometimes, your play sessions were for sexual gratification as well, of course they were. Taehyung liked to perform oral on you during those sessions, exclusively kneeling on the floor while you held his leash and tugged on it whenever he did something well. Other times you enjoyed a passionate round of fucking in doggy style with his leash wrapped around your fingers and his grabby hands all over your body. Taehyung’s been the one doing the penetrating up until now, but you both were playing with idea of trying out pegging lately. This however, was topic for another day.

“There we go. Such a good boy”, you praise, letting your eyes run over his body. Fluffy dark hair, black framed glasses and no make-up on. A white t-shirt and grey sweatpants with no socks. He is so incredibly handsome like this that you could swoon just from the view.

You reach for the mitts, placing them on your lap. Taehyung eyes them, growing restless despite his otherwise so well manners. You don’t mind that he does, you can only imagine just how excited he actually feels at the aspect of finally wearing his dream mitts.

“They’re gonna look so pretty on you, I can feel it”, you tell him, opening the right glove for him, “paw.”

Taehyung obeys happily, placing his hand on your lap. He is breathing heavily, thighs rubbing together and eyes glassy in excitement.

“Are you excited?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he answers you in a raspy voice.

“Me too”, you say and take his hand to slip the glove on.

Taehyung exhales shakily, hips squirming and eyes sparkling like crazy. He feels so happy that he could scream. The second glove slipping onto his hand only increases those feelings to the point where he wants to squeal. He is actually wearing his dream mitts! Taehyung finally has puppy paws!

“There we go”, you say, caressing his gloved hands gently, “now you’ve got the cutest puppy paws ever.”

Taehyung whimpers. It sounds more human than dog-like, making you look at him in worry. He seems to practically glow in happiness, sparkly eyes focused on his paws and cheeks a deep red from pure excitement.

“What do you think?” you ask him.

“I wanna cry”, he confesses, “this, this is the m-most beautiful I’ve e-ever felt”, he says, looking up at you with glassy eyes.

“Well, you are the most beautiful”, you say, leaning down to cup his cheek and kiss his forehead, “you’re my beautiful puppy.”

“Oh god”, he presses out and then gives you cute bark. One that makes you giggle and smooch his forehead again for good measures.

Taehyung gets back into his usual position, looking so goddamn happy to be here. And he is. He is so, so happy. Being in position feels so good with those mitts on. He can’t accidentally open his fingers and therefore ruin the illusion of having paws and the fabric inside is so soft on his hands. He whimpers, doing it more dog-like than human, which lets you know that he was so ready to continue playing. He’s your little puppy again and you love that for him. He looks so, so happy.

“Do you want to go mhm?” you ask him.

Taehyung huffs out air, growing restless on the floor.

“Okay. Go”, you order, watching in delight as Taehyung breaks out of his sitting position to explore the living room. He looks so beautiful now that he’s in full gear and his knees don’t hurt anymore. He takes more confident steps and seems to move even happier. He stops when he is in the corner of the room where your little dracea is bathing in the afternoon sun. He looks at you, smiling the brightest, most beautiful smile ever.

“You look so amazing”, you say, smiling just as brightly, “how do you like them?”

“I love them”, he says before jumping into full spring (obviously as best as he can) to run back to you.

“Woow look at you run. You’re so fast now”, you gasp, clapping into your hands in utter happiness.

Taehyung climbs onto the sofa, attacking your face with kisses and soft licks as his butt wiggles like crazy.

“Ah baby”, you gasp, laughing until your tummy aches, “gosh, I know I’m happy too. You’re such a good boy, I’m happy too”, you giggle, holding him by his shoulder to fight him off gently, “gosh calm down, calm down.”

Taehyung whimpers and barks quietly, nuzzling his face into your neck just to nibble on it as carefully as possible. He can’t handle his happiness and he wants you to know. He actually felt like a puppy when he ran back to you. The mitts finally gave him the sort of sensations he has always been craving for and the kneepads finally prevented his knees from hurting after three steps. He can finally crawl around without pain which means he can stay on the floor as a puppy even longer!

He lifts his head, looking at you with lovedrunk eyes.

“Thank you so much”, he whispers, painting the fondest smile onto your face.

You cup his cheek, making him lean into the touch and for his eyes to fall closed.

“You deserve the fucking world, Kim Taehyung”, you say, “I want you to always be happy.”

“I am”, he says, “when I’m with you I am”, he adds, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

He plans on wearing his gear for the rest of the day. You play with his toys, make him catch his favourite stuffy and later when the moon replaced the sun you will make sweet love until you both fall asleep in exhaustion.

[here-to-read-and-write]

Hi!! Please excuse my rambling!! I hope this is okay!💜

Can I please request a Kili x fem!healing mutant!reader where she has healing powers, and that’s why she was asked to be a part of Thorin’s Company, the Dwarves loving her as if she’s their own, seeing her as part of the family (and Bilbo of course). She’s not a fighter and is very gentle (Thorin often questioning whether she should be on this quest with them), and they’re all very protective of her. Kili and Y/n becoming especially close, sharing soft kisses when they think no one is watching, cuddling together at night (every night), and after he got shot with that poisonous arrow and she healed him, he asked if he could braid her hair… She says yes (only Fili and Bofur in the room to see, they’d be smiling so wide and telling Y/n “Welcome to the family!”🥺). When the Kili, Fili, and Thorin go off to fight Azog, Y/n, who is supposed to stay in the Mountain, hidden and safe (also ready to heal anyone who needs it, when it’s safe to), sneaks off into the middle of the battle to find them (as she can’t help but shake the feeling that something is going to happen to Kili and his family). She finds each of them (Kili, Fili, and Thorin) after they’ve been attacked by Orks, close to death, but she heals them just in time, saving all 3 Durins (this allowing the three of them to overpower Azog and win the battle, and live to tell the tale). At the dinner after the battle (the one where the humans, elves, and Dwarves + Bilbo were eating together), Thorin makes a toast to Y/n for saving their lives, and announces her engagement to Kili (Y/n being very flustered and Kili being so proud, giving her a big kiss, her burying her head in his chest🥺🥺)

Finally, it took so long to finish it.

I'm really sorry for the wait, but I love to take my time in doing things, especially requests.

Btw this was long, nad a little of a miss since I had to find away to link the events, especially since what you requested seems to happen at different times, I almost cut it to three to four parts. It was too long.

Warning: I don't know? My writing. English is my third language so...sorry for the grammar mistakes.

The only thing your ears could pick up is the soft sleepy noise of the company. They all were sleeping or at least that is what you thought, so carefully and as silently as possible you stood up zigzagging your way to the person who had stolen your heart since your eyes first meet.

He, like everyone else, had his pretty eyes closed. His arms were wide open as if he was waiting for you.

"I will always wait for you" he confessed to you, one night, causing a soft smile to bloom for days in a row. The dwarves even teased you about it, with knowing smiles.

In your eyes, there is nothing but adoration for Kili. He may or may not be your first love but he sure will be your last, because not in a million years you would love someone like your loves, your whole heart was in the palm of his hand, for him to keep no matter what will happen.

Laying by his side, his hands unconsciously hung around you, burying you deep in his chest, warming your heart and body from the cruel cold wind. The gesture caused your cheek to hit up, it was hard not to blush, when you can feel his hot breath a centimetre away from your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

You left your head to admire his face, and to your surprise, he was already looking at you with the biggest grin, and you couldn't help but stare.

Your face turned blank, which scared Kili for a moment, you almost gave the poor boy a heart attack.

He thought he was making you uncomfortable. He only calmed when he notice your eyes, those eyes that shined with millions of stars.

Your pupils were wide, like a cat. You had an immense red blush, that only he notice now, which was caused by the little to no space between your faces.

Taking the opportunity, he stole a kiss. The kiss was gentle, warm and soft, it represented Kili.

This was Kili, your kili. You thought.

You were clinging to each other never breaking the kiss as you changed position, now you were laying on top of him. Your hand holding his hair to stop from him moving and to deepen the kiss. You flinched when his cold hands come in contact with the warm skin under your shirt.

He caressed your tense shoulders, making you moan softly as you relaxed a little. You both knew you can't take it far, since literary everyone was sleeping by your side and can wake up just by one small movement, so you sadly broke the kiss.

You lay on top of him with his hands still working their magic, it provided him with enough comfort, easing the fear in his heart, the fear of losing you.

It was hard for Kili to believe that such an amazing human with intriguing powers had chosen him over his brother and his uncle, who happened to be popular among the young girls and women. He thanked every god he knew and believed in, for sending you into his life, and he promised that he will take care of you. He won't leave you, and you won't leave him, he will protect you with his life.

You were like the light that guided him towards home, with you he understand that home was a person, not a place, and god…Once this is all done he will propose. He will worship every inch of you, and every part of you will know what it's like to be loved by a man.

Without even noticing, the two lover birds fell asleep, unaware of the ears that were listening as they swear their oaths, and they may not show it (Thorin who believed you to be unnecessary for the mission)but they were happy for both of you.

You completed each other perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.

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The days passed in a blur, and without realizing you were running away from the elven and the Orcs. Everything was a mass, that you didn't even notice the arrow coming your lover's way, and unfortunately, it hit him before you could push him out of it way.

A few minutes later about an hour, you found yourself in a human village. The weather and the sky matched your mood. Grey, from fear, doubt and sadness that was overwhelming you, causing your power to be momentarily deactivated.

"It gonna be okay" Kili groaned tooking your hands in his, and you noticed how shaky they were, yet they squeezed yours, offering some comfort.

Weren't the one supposed to do that?

Oh, how terrible he looked. All sick and sweaty while you sat there focusing on your power, pushing them to the surface but no matter your effort, it seem as if you lost them.

"No..it's not okay" You snapped your eyes turning to your intertwined fingers. How dare he say that, while lying on a table, taking each second a step towards death, nothing is going to be okay if you don't fix him.

Fili and Bofur sat a little away giving you both some space, they were the only one left to protect you. They were sure you will help Kili, and you loved him just as much as they did if not more. You wouldn't let him die.

"It's okay take your time" He winced, throwing a flirty(?) smile your way. How can he act nonchalant while his life is been sucked off him?

You looked at him for a moment, and you saw it…

He was always looking at you with so much love as if you held the world in your hand. It helped your heart calm down.

If only he knew how much he mean to you, if he died you were dying with him. you closed you eyes in frustration letting your mind surrended to the numbness, and without realizing your power travelled from your heart to the tip of your fingers, to his whole body covering him up with golden light. It looked and felt holy for the three dwarves, something out of heaven.

The moment it disappeared, you opened your eyes and to your surprise, he was like new, as if never fought a battle in his life, even the scares that adored his body were now gone, and you kissed the night your become had disappeared.

Fili and Bofur were surprised, unable to believe what their eyes just witnessed. They knew you were powerful, but this was something else. In their life they never saw something like this. How much are powerfull?

He stood too fast almost falling face first if it weren't for your body supporting his, he held your face with both of his hands, as he felt life coming back to his body, and sudenly Kili realised something…he was about to leave you, he was about to die leaving you alone. It scared him, maybe even more than it scare you. Holding you near him he turned to his brother, as if Fili could read his mind he nodded , leaving you two to drown in each other, you needed to feel him as if you were trying to conviece your brain that he was here and alive.

Kili felt the same, and it was hard on him as much as it hard on you, but he let you touch him as you please, he let your cry your heart out, letting all the stress of the situation fall as tears. He didn't dare to speak or break you mental breakdown. He held you until you calmed down.

I wish I had a partner like him Hours later, you were sniffling, wiping what is left of tears on your cheeks. You were relieved, you felt as if a weight was left off your shoulders.

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You were sitting on his lap, arms crossed, and eyes closed as Kili's figure caressed your head, going through your hair untangling each knot carefully not disturbing your peace. You had exhausted yourself, and Kili wasn't happy about it, as much as he appreciated the effort you put into saving him, he wanted you to rest too.

Your hair had grown longer than his, which had given him an idea "Can I braid your hair?" he whispered in your ears his hot breath caused you to shoot your eyes open. Cheek growing red. You couldn't talk afraid of what may come out of your mouth, so you nodded.

He chuckled at your reaction, he was over joyed that he has the same effect you have on him, even if he never had showned.

You both were in your won world inware of the two pair of eyes watching you.

"Oh my god! Aren't they so cute!" so they whispered to each in pure aww at the both of you. If they haven't considered you a part of their family before, congratulation they now do! They are already planning a wedding, good luck leaving now!

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"You can go, please?" You had a bad feeling about the fight against Azog. You knew people are about to get hurt and die, and you won't be able to help all of them, but that didn't mean it hurt less and you wished that neither of your friends was among them. It brought guilt in you, and it was eating from the inside. If only you were more powerful, maybe then you would have healed all the soldiers.

"Don't worry, I will come back" He promised, kissing your head a last goodbye before joining in the fight leaving on edge, with tense shoulders.

So it was no surprise that moment later you were running after your lover future husband. You tried to search for him, yet you never were able to find him.

Unfortunately, when you finally found him, he was in the break of death, for the second time. Not only him but Thorin and Fili too, you can hear your heart shatter in your ears as you run ignoring all the shoots around you.

You knew that if you don't hurry, instead of preparing for a marriage you will be preparing for a funeral sooner than later.

Gathering your courage you sneaked past the enemy, hands already glowing, you knew you had less than thirty seconds to heal all of them before the enemy notice you.

"Please work" You begged as you felt the energy drain out of your body going to the three dwarves, and slowly the colour of their face was back, and in no time they were running back to the fight.

Healing one dwarf was hard enough, but three at the same time, was wow..

Blackspotss appeared in your vision, and you fought as much as you could the dizziness, yet you weren't able to stand for muchlongerr before you collapse on the ground. Before you could fully for into the abyss you heard your namebeingn called by the people you considered family, even before you and Kili become a thing. They were your family not by blood, but still family.

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"What happened?" You groan standing up. Your head felt heavy, and it hurt so much.

Have you been hit by truck-kun or something?

You look around as much as possible, with your eyes still close from sleep. The room looked fancy, elven style. It looked so much like the guest room, the Lord Elrond let you use.

Your turn left to see the window wide open. The sky was decorated by stars that shined too brightly for you. You sigh, how did you get here? Why were you here? Didn't you all leave months ago?

Wait a second...You checked the room again. Why can't you remember, what happened after you left the?

"Oh my God, you're awake!" You were about to snap at whoever was screaming, but stopped yourself when you saw who it was.

"Darling!" Kili come running your way, hugging you so tightly you found it hard to breath, yet you didn't push him away, as he cried.

Tears fell from his eyes like rain, you were sure you could feel the wetness on your shoulder. "shh" you tried to calm him down, but he just kept crying.

"I thought you died..I-I thought you were leaving me!" His confession confused you.

You were about to die?

"What?" You tried pushed aside, but he just cling to you, explaining to you what happened, and in conclusion, you drained your body, to the point where your heart almost stopped. You were sleeping for weeks, he blamed himself, over and over again. Until, the other Dwarf come in taking him off you, which you were grateful for. They explained the rest of what happened.

You healed them completely just like you did to Kili when he was poisoned, but as you did so, it exhausted your body and your heart almost stopped, the healers had to put you into a deep slumber (coma), so you can get rest without your boy shutting down.

They did give you a lecture about putting yourself in danger, but they were restful nonetheless, even Thorin the sour dwarf apologised for underestimating you.

"Let's get married!" Kili blur out as he sat on your bed, the other had left giving the boy a pointed look before closing the door.

It was now or never. Kili thought.

That caught you off guard.

"What?" You raised an eyebrow, "Let's get married now" You laughed but stopped when you noticed his seriousness. "Excuse me?" Your wide eyes obeserved him looking for any sort of emotions, but all you could see was that he was nervous.

"I realise how close to death we are..." He played with his fingers trying to ease his beating heart, he was sure you could hear it" I never thought about marriage, but that doesn't mean I never wanted a family...Actually, I always wanted a family...A partner that wait for me and with mini kids running around looking so joyful, but The woman never found interest in me, they always go for my uncle or for my brother, but I never lost hope, and I'm grateful for that" He turned to you with the brightest smile, pushing all the air out of your lungs.

Oh my god, he's so cute I wanna die, ugh!

"What I a trying to say is.." He took your cold hand in his giving them a brief squeeze, eyes nervously looking at you, as he kneeled on the ground, and you coudln't help but gasp.

Is he going to..? Your eyes widen, your hand blocking a gasp from escaping your mouth. He answered your silent question "(Y/N) (L/N) would you please make me the happiest man, and marry me?"

It took you three minutes, and ten seconds to finally registered what he said.

Oh my god, he finally just proposed!

You jumped in his arms. Oh, my god he finally proposed. It felt like a dream come through, which it was, but that was your secret. You loved Kili t a point where it was starting to hurt you physically and mentally. He made you unable to think of anything or anyone when he is around, and when he is not. Your brain and heart were obsessed with him.

"Yes!" You screamed in his ears making him wince before chuckling, he didn't hesitate to kiss, not like he ever was. It held all his and your emotions in it. The fear of losing each other, the happiness, the excitement everything.

Unfortunately, as things got heated up the Dwarf crashed in, congratulating you, Thorin and Bilbo stood at the door, one with a smile that for the first time since you meet him had reached his ears, while the other with an apologia one.

Those sneaky bastards were listening, and as much as you were disappointed and frustrated that things didn't go your way, you were still happy, chuckling as they congratulated you with a "Welcome to the family".

How can you be not when you were about to marry the man who stole your heart, not only that but now..now you had a family that will protect you with their life and you will do the same.

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Thorin had organized a feast for the success. All the dwarves were happily getting drunk. there were other creatures but you only recognised the elven, the Dwarves and the humans.

You were sitting with the company. By your left side Fili was sitting talking your ear off, you right that where you fiancé was sitting holdin your wraist slowly caressing the soft materiel of the dress you were wearing tonight.

You had especially worn it, and done your hair, even though you didn't have to. You wanted to look beautiful so that his eyes can only be one of you. thankfully, his eyes never left yours, he stared at you all night with hungry eyes, that you ignored, with the most satisfied grin smirk on your face.

As you were about to take a sip of your drink, Thorin raised his cup, getting everyone's attention. Your eyes were on him, but your mind was somewhere, that until he turned the cup in your direction" I want to thank especially (Y/N) who come running to our aid...If it weren't for you none of us will be sitting here celebrating" You held your head high raising your cup in his direction "celebrating the betrothal of my nephew to this amazing woman" You almost pitted, coughing your looked down embarrassed as everyone laughed at your silliness.

This is your life and you will not exchange it for anything.