Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.
“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.
Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”
“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”
Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”
Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”
Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”
“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”
“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”
Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”
“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.
“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.
She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”
“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.
“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”
Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.
The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.
No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.
“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”
“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”
Jungkook wasn’t someone who you’d want to make friends with just for the sake of it. Jungkook wasn’t someone who looked approachable. Jungkook wasn’t someone who would even acknowledge you if you dared to approach him.
Jungkook just wasn’t that type of person.
Usually when someone tried to approach him, he’d glare at them until they realized their presence wasn’t welcome. There were only a select few that Jungkook let into his circle.
One was his adoptive older brother Yoongi, who was actually his cousin. He’d known Yoongi damn near all his life, and if it weren’t for him, Jungkook didn’t know where he would be.
Namjoon, Yoongi’s friend, was another. He only let Namjoon in because he was Yoongi’s friend, but hell, Jungkook liked him just as much. He was like the dad he never had, you know?
Except Namjoon liked to participate in the illegal activities that they liked, and more encouraged them then tried to put a stop to it.
Jimin somehow managed weasel his way into Jungkook’s life too, despite being short, clingy, and annoying. Jungkook rarely called him hyung, to tease the latter. Despite always teasing each other, Jungkook could always go to Jimin for advice that didn’t concern avoiding the police.
Other than that, Jungkook didn’t trust a soul.
Jungkook often skipped class, but when he did come, he would always sit towards the back, picking at his nails or writing on desks. There were always eyes on him no matter what, that he chose to ignore.
You couldn’t deny that Jungkook was smoking, of course Jungkook knew this himself and didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse. He always got stares from boys and girls alike, he’s had his one night stands with those who were brave enough to approach him, too many to count actually, and some of them were somehow still clingy and claimed that Jungkook was ‘the one’, or that they had something ‘special’.
No matter how bomb his dick game was, Jungkook knew it couldn’t make anyone fall in love.
It was early in the morning. Like, early, you’d usually never catch Jungkook in the hallways at this hour, but he just had to get out of that girl’s apartment before she woke up. He was hoping she wouldn’t remember him, or what they did last night. Jungkook had barely had enough time to get back to his dorm and clean himself up, much less time to respond to his friends’ texts of ‘Where the fuck are you?’ and ‘I’m beating your ass when I see you’.
Now he was at his first class, which he almost never went to, twenty five minutes early. For fucks sake, the teacher wasn’t even there yet, and here Jungkook was, sitting in the back of the class.
Five minutes later, another male walked in the door, not seeming to notice him at first. Ah yes, Jungkook knew this boy. He saw him around all the time, it’d be hard not to. He was bubbly, loud, and friendly…everything Jungkook wasn’t. Jungkook sometimes wondered what it was like to be as friendly as him. But what was the boy’s name? Jungkook never remembered names well.
“Woah, what the fuck?”
Jungkook was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard that deep baritone voice spew profanity. The boy was staring directly at him, mouth open in an ‘O’ shape, eyes widened in awe. Jungkook suddenly felt self conscious. Was there something on his face? Did he still have lipstick on his neck? Why was he worrying about these things all of a sudden if he’s never worried about them before?
They had an intense staring contest for the longest before the boy spoke up.
“Did I scare you?” Not even close.
“Sorry, I was just…surprised,” the boy continued. Jungkook quirked an eyebrow, as if daring the boy to continue. Which he did.
“It’s just that I never see you in class, much less early. It’s kinda scary to have someone be here before you when you’re always the earliest person, ya know?” he rambled, not bothering to check if Jungkook was listening or not. Then he stopped all of a sudden and turned to Jungkook again.
“Why are you here?” Jungkook gave a mildly offended look at that, and then remembered to keep his hard exterior. “What’s it to you? I can’t come to class?”
The boy didn’t seem phased by his words.
“It’s just that I never see you. You’ve missed a lot you know. How the hell are you going to catch up? How in the hell are you going to pass?”
“Who are you to be concerned?”
“I’m Kim Taehyung.”
Jungkook let out a bitter sounding laugh. How could this kid just tell a stranger his name with no hesitation?
“And since you know I’m Taehyung, I think I have the right to know your name.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but for some reason gave in anyway.
Taehyung’s eyes widened incredulously at that. Jungkook assumed that the boy-Taehyung- would finally leave him alone at hearing that. His name was pretty known around campus, people would run just at the sound of it.
“You’re Jungkook?” Here it comes.
“But you’re not scary! Or mean!” Jungkook’s head snapped up. Did Taehyung not have eyes? Or ears? Was he not intimidated by Jungkook’s presence alone?
“In fact, you kinda look like a bunny. Yeah, a bunny. Hey, smile for me, Jungkook.”
Jungkook immediately frowned upon the request. “Who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around?” He demands, still wondering why Taehyung hasn’t run off yet.
“I’m somebody who wants to make you smile. So can you do it please?” Taehyung pouted and batted his long, thick, pretty eyelashes (not that Jungkook was paying any attention. Of course not).
Somehow laughter bubbled up in Jungkook’s throat and escaped through his mouth, making Taehyung smile a bright, boxy smile. Jungkook stopped laughing when he heard the sound of a picture being taken.
When he looked at Taehyung again, he saw that the boy had his phone out, still smiling. Taehyung came closer, closer than he needed to be to show Jungkook the picture he took. “See? You do look like a bunny?”
The first thing that hit Jungkook wasn’t the picture, it was Taehyung’s scent. He smelled like tangerines and honey, and a little bit of vanilla. Jungkook almost moaned. Jungkook unconsciously leaned in to get a better whiff, but Taehyung pulled away all too soon. Jungkook frowned when the boy pulled away, and Taehyung giggled.
“You look like you like that one, you want me to send it to you?” Taehyung asked, his big brown puppy dog eyes staring right back at Jungkook’s darker doe eyed ones. Was Taehyung indirectly asking for his number? Was he just trying to get into his pants too? The thought made Jungkook sick to his stomach.
He didn’t want to think Taehyung was like that.
“Sure,” he said without thinking. He almost slapped himself right there. Taehyung brightened up and leaned forward. “Okay! What’s your number, Jungkookie?” Jungkook got another whiff of Taehyung’s lovely scent. That wasn’t lovely at all. Nope.
“Gimme your phone,” Taehyung complied with no hesitation. Jungkook quickly typed in his number and name. When Taehyung was handed back his phone, he frowned.
“Really, Jungkookie? That’s so lame.”
“Your contact name! It’s just…Jungkook.”
“Yeah, so? That’s my name isn’t it?”
Taehyung huffed. “My contacts can not have names like that! I’m changing it,” Jungkook rolled his eyes at the brown haired male’s childishness. “Don’t do anything stupid, Taehyung-ssi. Let me see when you’re finished.”
“You can call me Taehyung, ya know,” He said without looking up from his phone. “Actually, how old are you, kid?”
“You’re 19?! I’m 21! You’re supposed to call me hyung!”
“Sure thing, Tae.”
Taehyung only pouted at Jungkook’s blatant disrespect, but made a noise of excitement when he shoved his phone in Jungkook’s face.
Jungkook’s name was officially changed to Jungkookie with a sparkly heart and bunny emoji.
“Do you like it?”
“I-” Jungkook doesn’t get to answer because people are starting to file in. “Oh, I guess I should get back to my seat.” Taehyung pouted.
Jungkook for some reason felt like he didn’t want the other to leave him, and the words came out on their own.
“Taehyung wait-” He sputtered, face flushing when Taehyung tilted his head at him.
“Y-You..you can..sit with me if you want,” Taehyung smiled brightly at his words, and Jungkook couldn’t look directly at him in fear of being blinded. Or maybe it was just because Taehyung was way too cute for his own sake.
Nope, definitely the first one.
Taehyung retrieved his things from the front and made his way to the back, plopping down in the seat to Jungkook’s right. Soon almost all of the students had arrived.
A few minutes before class was supposed to start, another student approached Taehyung’s desk, apparently not in the mood to be messed around with.
“Hey, dipshit, that’s my seat. Get up.”
Jungkook’s head turned so fast he almost got whiplash. Who was this and who did they think they were? Talking to Taehyung like that, the fucking nerve of this guy. What did Taehyung ever do to him? Jungkook had only known Taehyung for all of 20 minutes, but he knew, or at the very least had a feeling that Taehyung was one of the nicest people he’s ever met.
Jungkook had the sudden urge to protect.
“O-Oh, s-sorry I’ll-” Taehyung started and moved to get up, but Jungkook’s hand shot out to rest on Taehyung’s shoulder and push him back down.
“You can stay, Tae.” Jungkook growled, eyes trained on the student. The student’s eyes widened when he looked at Jungkook, and he immediately backed down and found another seat.
Jungkook retracted his hand and crossed his arms. He couldn’t look at Taehyung. Jungkook knew his face was beet red and if Tae saw, he would laugh.
“Jungkookie..?” he heard Taehyung whisper.
Don’t look. Don’t look.
Jungkook looked at Taehyung, only to find him staring directly at him with those huge puppy dog eyes of his.
“Thank you,” he says with a boxy smile and a faint blush spread across his gently curved nose and round, tanned cheeks.
Jungkook thinks his heart may burst at the sight. Taehyung was just too cute for words.
a/n: hi guys, thank u soooo much for all of your requests and positive feedback. i’m currently working on writing all of them to the best of my ability so stay tuned!
warnings: swearing, smut, the usual
you and your best friend, clay jensen, had gotten called down to the front office. you were pretty that neither of you were in trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be nervous. why did they need you? both of you?
you walk into to the office to be greeted by the counselor, the baseball coach, jeff atkins, and montgomery de la cruz. “oh fuck.” clay mumbles. you giggle and bump him with your elbow. “be nice!” you whisper to him before giggling again. jeff is staring into space, while monty takes the time to look you up and down before smirking. you turn your attention away from him and tug at the hem of your skirt that suddenly feels shorter than you need it to be.
"y/n, clay, have a seat. i assume you know why i’ve called you down here?“ mr. porter says. "uhhh no. we don’t actually. please enlighten us, because we’re not psychic.” clay says as we sit down. you nudge him with your knee and give him a look that screams, “shut up!” he sighs and slumps down in his chair.
"well,“ the coach booms, "these two knuckleheads are my star players.” he says motioning towards jeff and monty. “the team
is nothing without them, but they can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses and into their books.” you gasp at his use of language and then clear your throat. monty adverts his gaze to focus on you and jeff is still staring at the same spot on the floor.
"yes, what coach cole said.“ mr. porter speaks up. "since you two happen to be the smartest in your class, i’ve decided to assign you to be their tutors.”
“this is bullshit.” monty says standing up.
“mr. de la cruz, sit down and watch your language please.” mr. porter says. “um, but coach cole just said a-” you start and porter gives you a stern look. “never mind.” you squeak at look away from him. monty looks at you with a smile on his face.
“it’s not bs montgomery, you know the rules. no pass, no play. got it?” porter questions. you try to focus on his words, but monty’s eyes burn holes in the side of your face. “yeah, got it.” monty answers without taking his eyes off of you. you don’t want to look at him, knowing that your cheeks are already burning hot under his gaze.
“okay well then, that settles it. y/n, you’ll tutor jeff. and clay, you’ll tutor montgomery. no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. thank you all, and have a nice day.” porter smiles.
you beeline out of the room and into the restroom. you let out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding, and look at yourself in the mirror. your face was flushed and your eyes were wild. you took a few deep breaths, not knowing why monty had this affect on you, and then silently thanked god that you weren’t his tutor.
you inhale sharply, take one last look at
yourself, smile, and exit the restroom. clay was waiting on you with a pout.
“monty? out of everyone in the entire school, i get montgomery de la cruz.” he complains. “i mean it can’t be that bad,” you start. “plus, he’s kinda cute.” you say and smile to yourself. “never say that again. that’s like saying a scorpion is cute, and then it kills you.” clay scolds you. your laugh rings through the hallways. “c'mon clay, you can do this. it’ll be a great experience for the real world.” you tell him, suppressing another laugh. “you’re only saying all of this because you, little ms. lucky, get to tutor jeff atkins. he’s honestly one of the nicest kids in school.” clay says. you sigh as you approach your classroom.
“this is my stop jensen. goodbye and good luck. i’ll see you after school.” you say to him as you hug him. “love ya.” clay hugs back and rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah love ya too.” he answers you. you walk into the classroom and close the door behind you
*time skip to 2 weeks later*
"yes, i do remember when you poured chocolate milk on bryce walker’s head for me in second grade!“ jeff exclaims and you both crack up. "well someone had to do it, he was bullying you. plus i may or may not have been still mad at him for ripping my coloring sheet like 3 days before that.” you say as you and jeff walk towards your locker.
“well i have to go y/n, but we’re still on for that test review after school right?” he asks. “yeah, definitely.” you answered. “ok then, i’ll text you.” jeff says while walking backwards down the hallway and pointing to you.
you laugh to yourself and put your combination in your locker.
clay comes up to you and closes your locker. “well good morning to you too, angel.” you say with a confused laugh. “switch with me.” clay says bluntly. “what?” you question while opening your locker again. “please y/n. i can’t be around him for one more second. it’s been 2 weeks and he hasn’t even bothered to learn my name. he’s called me every name in this world that starts with a ‘c’ but not mine.” clay rushes.
"okay woah dude, chill, it’s monty we’re talking about. the only name he cares to know is his own.“ you snort. clay grabs your shoulders and shakes you. "switch with me PLEASE. you’re literally then nicest girl in school. monty’s like a tiger, and i’m just the helpless gazelle with the broken ankle. he’s just waiting to pounce on me. you? you’re a like a fuzzy, cute, baby tiger. he wouldn’t lay a hand on you.” you laugh at clay’s comparisons.
"please y/n. i’ll do anything.“ your answer was already yes, but you stare into space like you’re contemplating. "go on…” you tell him with a smirk. “i’ll give you half off of movie tickets and free snacks at the crestmont for a year.” clay says. you squeal and hug him. “i’ll do it!” you exclaim. “you’re the best y/n, i mean it!” clay tells you. you laugh at him and flip your hair over your shoulder. “well what can i say, i try.” you say laughing even more.
you both go into a fit of laughter only to be interrupted by yelling.
"hey caleb!“ monty yells to clay from down the hallway. he approaches you guys and speaks again. "i got practice today so my place at 5, okay cameron?” monty says. “it’s….it’s clay dude.” clay says to him, but monty is on his phone texting away. “uh yeah whatever, conrad, i’ll see you tonight.” monty says before looking at you. he watches you for a second, winks, and then heads to class.
"goodbye and good luck.“ clay mocks you with a smile. you roll your eyes, hug him, and then walk towards your class, which monty happened to be in.
you muster up every ounce of confidence that you have in you and walked to the back of the classroom, away from your usual spot in the front, to sit right next to montgomery. he stares at you with his eyebrows raised and then grins.
"y/n, right?” he asks with his signature smirk. you nod your head and look him in the eyes, taking a moment to admire his freckles. “montgomery, right?” you mock him. he pauses for a second before responding. “to most, yes, but a pretty girl like you can call me anything that you’d like to.” he says to you, still smirking.
“okay look dude, clay got….reassigned to jeff, so i’m your tutor now. i’ll be at your house at 5, like you said. okay?” you say while writing. “okay.” monty tells you with a smile while nodding his head. he watches your pen fly across the paper while you copy the notes. “monty?” you ask. “yeah?” he replies. “do your work.” he laughs, and then answers you. “no thanks babe, i can do you though.”
throughout the rest of the lesson, monty cracks numerous jokes just to hear you laugh. your heart was swelling but you’d never let him know that. at one point he rested his hand on your thigh and began to inch upwards. the bell rang and you both got up to leave without a words. the spot where he came in contact with your skin tingled for the rest of the day.
*time skip through the rest of the day*
you start watching people’s snapchat stories when you catch a glimpse of the time. 4:45. it was gloomy outside but your energy was high, and you were ready to see monty. you hadn’t stopped thinking about sitting next to him. you grab your stuff and start walking to his house.
on your way there, the skies decide to open up and pour down on you. you run the rest of the way to monty’s house, banging on the door when you arrive. you hear a voice yelling and then someone rushing down the stairs.
“welcome to casa de la cru-” monty starts until he notices that you’re drenched. “y/n get in here! are you crazy? you’re gonna get sick.” he exclaims while grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his house.
“why did you walk in the rain? you could’ve texted me. i would’ve picked you up.” he says while looking at you.
“you see the thing is: 1. i don’t even have your number, and 2. it wasn’t raining when i left my house. i walked because you only lived a street away but now i see that that was a terrible idea.” you explain to him. “take your shoes off and follow me.” he tells you rolling his eyes. you walk up the stairs and into the bathroom with him. he puts a shirt and some shorts on the counter for you. “thanks.” you tell him, hardly above a whisper.
you start to peel off your wet shirt when you realize that monty is still at the door, watching you. “um, can i help you?” you turn around and say with a laugh. “i’m just enjoying the show, baby.” he says. your cheeks start to burn again and monty starts walking away. “you know, you look cute when you blush.” he calls out to you with a laugh evident in his voice. you shake your head and roll your eyes at his comment.
the shorts that monty gave you kept falling down, so you walked into his room wearing nothing but the shirt that he gave you. given the height difference, it stopped mid thigh on you. he looks up at you with wide eyes before licking his lips and smirking. you hand him your wet clothes and he walks next to you before whispering in your ear.
“you know, my clothes look good on you, but i bet they’d look better off.” he casually strolls downstairs to put your clothes in the drier and the blood runs to your cheeks once more.
you sit on the edge of his bed, taking in your surroundings. his walls are covered in movie posters, band posters, and his baseball pics.
you move to sit criss cross on his bed and you open the history book. monty runs back up the stairs and then stands in his door frame admiring you. “what?” you ask him.
he responds by walking over to your spot on his bed and then sitting in front of you. you look at each other in the eye and monty tucks a piece of hair behind your ear gently.
“monty?” you ask innocently. “hmmm?” he hums in response, focused on your lips. “if you’re gonna kiss me, then do it already.” you say with a cheeky grin.
his eyes light up and he smashes his lips against yours. your hands rest on his chest, and you move your lips to his neck. he groans and shifts himself to lay you down.
“god… you’re so sexy,” he says as you look up
at him. he climbs on top of you and starts kissing you roughly. you fumble with the buttons of his shirt and take it off. “someone’s impatient,” he mumbles while smiling against your lips. “shut up de la cruz.” you say to him. “make me.” you kiss monty with even more force than before, and you reach down, gently grazing the waist of his sweats. monty pulls away from you and you whimper.
"not so fast, princess.“ monty says while tugging on the hem of your (his hehe) shirt. he pulls it over your head and stares at you in awe. "damn i was right, they do look better off.” he tells you. monty begins grinding on you while kissing from your jawline to your neck. “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this baby.” he says into your neck.
monty reaches down to grip your thighs and spreads your legs slightly. he dips into your wetness with his fingers and starts moving at a slow, steady pace. his touch gave you a feeling that you’ve never experienced before, and it drove you crazy. you try to hold back your moans, but a few escape.
"let me hear you,“ he whispers into your ear. you moan his name and buck your hips against his fingers to create more friction. monty chuckles darkly and starts moving faster. he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re about to lose it. "f- fuck oh my god.” you moan breathlessly. your eyes screwed shut as you were coming up on your high, and monty suddenly pulls his fingers out.
you gasp and then turn angry. “what the fuck was that for?” you say and he smirks again. “i couldn’t let you have all the fun now could i?” he says as he pulls down his pants.
you smile as you stand up in front of him, pushing him back on the bed gently. you straddle him as you kiss all the way down his chest, getting slower and sloppier as you reached the waistband of his boxers. you place a kiss on the waistband, and then move back up his neck. you grind slowly against his erection, and the feeling of the cloth against your naked sex caused you to moan.
“shit y/n, stop teasing.” monty says. he grips your hips to stop your movement, so you reach into his boxers and start pumping him. monty throws his head back and grunts in pleasure. your hands glide up and down smoothly while monty groans your name. he grips your wrist and looks at you with dark eyes.
"i need to be in you. now.“ he growls. he flips the two of you over and positions himself at your entrance. monty slides into slowly and you hiss. you had been with a couple of guys before, but monty was definitely the biggest.
he rolled his hips and started thrusting into hard and slow. with every thrust, he went deeper and deeper. "fuck mont, faster.” you moaned. “you like that huh, baby girl?” he teased you. you tried to arch your back up off of the bed, but he held you down. he was still moving excruciatingly slow and you couldn’t take it anymore.
you were whimpering and monty spoke up again.
“look at me y/n. tell me what you want me to do.” you make eye contact with him while he moved in and out of you slowly. “i want you to fuck me montgomery. fast and hard.” you begged him. your dirty words made him
twitch and groan.
he propped your legs up on his shoulders and started speeding up. “fuck, you feel so amazing babe.” monty tells you. your eyes roll back as you curse his name. “you’re mine y/n. no one else can have you. no one can touch you like this.” he tells you, bringing his hand to rub circles on your clit. “y- yes monty. i’m yours. oh my god.” you say with your eyes closed. “look
at me baby. come for me.” he tells you. you look him in the eyes and feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words. after seeing you come undone, he comes too.
he rides out his high and pulls out of you. you whimper and he lays next to you, caressing your cheek. “remind me to thank clay for having no patience.” monty says with a smirk. you raise your brows and start stuttering. “remi- you- what?” you question. “i knew his name the whole time. i just thought that if i annoyed him enough, i’d get to work with you, and i was right. he took longer to crack than i expected him to though.” he says still smirking. “montgomery, i hate you.” you tell him with a laugh.
“your mouth says that, but your body said otherwise.”
a/n: i feel like i always say this, but that was so fun to write. i genuinely enjoy writing and making these scenarios come to life for you guys.
It was Friday night and you were a little buzzed despite it only being ten o’clock. Sherri was having a party since her parents were out of town and you figured why not. What with all of the pressures of school and your parents you decided you needed a night to blow off steam. Besides, you had nothing better to do and a party sure beats staying at home getting a head start on next week’s homework.
“Y/N!” you heard behind you and you saw Zach as you turned around.
“Hey, Zach. What’s up?” you asked with furrowed brows since you never really talked to him.
“I need a partner for beer pong, you wanna join?” he asks hopefully. “No thanks. I’m at my limit for drinking tonight.” you laugh and he tilts his head, “Aw, c’mon, I’ll do all the drinking. I just need a partner and you seem like a good shot.” he winked and you groaned as you agreed.
You’ve only been playing for a few minutes and Zach only had to drink two cups while the opposing team had three cups left. You closed one eye as you focused on where you wanted the ball to go. With precision you flicked your fingers and the ball went directly in the cup which caused the crowd around you to erupt in cheers. You raised your arms as you cheered along with them and Zach picked you up a little as he hugged you.
When he put you down you saw a certain dorky boy dressed in khaki pants and a button-up that was tucked into the waistband.
“Clay!” you exclaimed and walked over to your best friend, “You made it!” you cheered and hugged him but quickly eyed his outfit.
“What are you wearing?” you asked as you stifled a laugh.
“Hey!” he mocked offense, “You told me to wear something nice.” he laughed. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean wear church clothes.” you rolled your eyes and quickly started pulling his shirt up to untuck it.
“Better.” you smiled up at him.
“Y/N! Babe!” Zach called, “C’mon it’s our turn!”
“Babe?” Clay scoffed and you smacked his chest playfully. “Be nice.” you scolded before letting out a chuckle because you couldn’t say that with a straight face. You were aware that Clay wasn’t very fond of Zach and his whole group of jock friends. But it was just a game of beer pong.
“Come on. You can watch me annihilate the other team.” you winked as Clay followed suit.
You picked up the ball and blew on it for good luck as you slowly swayed from side to side in concentration. Zach put both his hands on your hips as he came up behind you and whispered encouragements in your ear.
You awkwardly laugh and try to focus, but you couldn’t help but notice Clay clenching his jaw and fists in the corner of your eye. You didn’t think anything of it since he was your best friend and he was probably just looking out for you. You shook your head and bent your wrist as the ball hit the edge of the cup but nonetheless fell in, causing you to win.
The crowd erupted into cheers again but this time louder as Zach picked you up and spun you in circles. You laughed until he put you down leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips and that was enough to set Clay off.
“Hey! Get the fuck off of her!” he all but screamed as he shoved Zach away from you.
“Woah, dude, relax.” Zach backed away slowly with his hands up in defense.
“No. I won’t relax, dude.” He mocked Zach. “Clay, calm down it was just a kiss.” You tried to reason with him as you put your hand on his shoulder.
“It wasn’t just a kiss, Y/N.” he says to you and turns back to Zach, “Don’t you ever touch her like that again. Don’t ever think you can pull something like that with my Y/N.” he spat at him and your eyes widened since you couldn’t recognize the person in front of you right now.
“Clay!” you yelled sternly.
You grabbed his wrist and pushed your way through the crowd to the backyard where a few people loitered.
“What the hell was that?” you scolded and he looked down in embarrassment.
“I have no idea. I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me.” he sighed, “It’s just seeing him being all touchy with you and then thinking he can just kiss you like that brought something out in me.” he confessed.
“It was just a kiss, Clay. It meant nothing to me.” you reasoned with him but he shook his head.
“It means something to me!” he exclaimed, “Seeing you with him like that made me want to punch something.” he said through clenched teeth as he started breathing heavily, thinking about the kiss.
You put your hand against his face and made him look at you. He starts to calm down and his eyes soften as he makes eye contact.
“The kiss meant nothing.” you softly yet sternly explain to him. He slowly nodded and took a deep breath. The sight of a disheveled and irritated Clay made you smile as you slowly leaned in, as his breath hitched in his throat.
You press your lips against his, softly at first but then he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. You pulled away a few seconds later, out of breath and heart still fluttering.
“I only want you, Clay.”
A/N: thank you so much for requesting! this is my first imagine so i hope i did it justice :)
*Wonderful soothing music along a fantastic scenery.*
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Im jumping on the lacelot bandwagon for a bit here but its more just lance centric.
So imagine lance meeting or perhaps getting kidnapped by lotor (obviously) and Lotor being nice to him and stuff, complimenting him, “Such a shame the others don’t realize the heart of the universe pilots the blue lion.” and just going on about how lance is special in one way or another. And at first Lance isnt stupid, he barks back things like “shut up, they know im special” or “i AM important to them.” etc. Even thougg he feels as if he’s lying a little in the back of his mind because he isnt sure if they even appreciate him. And so after countless times of arguing back Lotor decides to let Lance go but before he does he says “dont worry blue paladin, if you change your mind i will be here waiting for you to return so you dont have to live in their shadows anymore. I’ll make to give you all the love and appreciation you deserve when you arrive.” and that kind of makes lance think for a bit before he takes off to the castle ship.
Fast forward, he gets there and the first thing he hears is Keith yelling at him for disappearing in the midst of battle and a lecture from Shiro about why he needs to be more carful and alert. Hunk and pidge ask what happened to him. Lance is hurt that no one realized he was kidnapped after screaming into his mic for a minute or two before being silenced. Lance contemplates whether he should tell them about lotor but decides not to. He then gets called by allura who tells him to be more carful out in missions and that mistakes are crucial at the time and that he must try harder to be with the team. After that, he tries to help the team when they’re doing something. After another mission and another failed attempt to get his word into shiro, thay night he starts contemplating what Lotor had said to him before he was let go. After another few weeks of things as usual for him, his last straw was when Shiro told him to “stop being childish Lance, that plan might not work.” which was followed by silent stares. He ended up snapping at everyone. Which goes a bit like :
“OH IM THE ONE BEING CHILDISH?!? YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE ANYWAYS, IM JUST TRYING TO HELP! LET ME HELP SHIRO!”
“Lance! dont talk to shiro that wa-”
“SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP ALREADY KEITH, MR PERFECT PILOT, YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TOBE IGNORED BY SHIRO SINCE HE’S ALWAYS LISTENING TO YOU! YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO TRY YOUR HARDEST ONLY TO BE SHUT DOWN BECAUSE NO ONE TAKES YOU SERIOUSLY! ”
“Woah okay dude chill ou-”
“DONT TELL ME TO CHILL OUT HUNK, YOU’RE NOT THE ONE WHO CRIES THEMSELVES TO SLEEP SOMETIMES BECAUSE THEY DON’T HAVE A TALENT LIKE YOU OR THE OTHERS. EVEN PIDGE CAN DO MORE THAN ME!”
And with that he walks out. Later that night he waits till everyones asleep and sneaks out and leaves in Blue, at first he doesn’t know where he wants to go so he just flies aimlessly in space before he stops and opens a wormhole. Once on the other side he spots the galras ship and when he lands in it he is greated by Lotor. With tears in his eyes he looks up at lotor before looking back down and closing them before buring his face in lotors neck. Lotors only words are “Welcome back, Blue Paladin, lets get you all settled in.” before lifting him up and carrying him to his quarters.
After a week without lance Shiro and Allura send a tracking signal for blue and pick it up on lotors ship. They prepare for battle and on the others ship they pick up the signal and track how far they are from them and prepare for battle aswell. Lotor made sure lance had no knowledge of the tracking and battle.
Finally the castle ship arrives and to the paladins surprise when they break into the ship, they are greeted with an armored lotor and galra soldiers and Lance by lotors side, holding him close. As the battle goes on lance manages to help capture the paladins. Allura and Coran manage to escape but lotor knows that they will be back for the others eventually. After they are captured lotor tells his guards to throw lance in there with them. As lance screams “i trusted you! why?” and kicks, lotor just grabs him by his face while hes being retained and says “did you really think i was being serious? Clearly i was only after the capturing of Voltron and its paladins.” to a teary eyed lance before he is dragged away to the cellars. Once thrown in he and the team make immense for now as time is crucial. (They make sure to rebuild their friendship and bonding later on properly) and make a plan to escape. Since Lance has been there longer they ask him how to get out with their lions. After finding the lions and getting ready to escape they find themselves stuck as lotor finds out and tries to stop them. After battling with galra soldiers and lance managing to injure lotor, they manage to escape through a wormhole allura had opened after she recieved their coordinates.
Back at the castle they use lances knowledge of the ship to try and find a way to defeat lotor, and each apologize to lance privately for ignoring him and all the things they did. Especially Keith and Shiro. Allura and Coran included apologized to lance as well. Although it may not solve anything fast, lance is happy that they apologized to him. And with that he knows that they’ll be able to build a stronger bond with time.
Keith: guys I-I’m feeling something… I think my lion is trying to talk to me
Hunk: dude omg
Lance: wtf how?????
Coran: a lion has never attempted to speak with their paladin this early!!!
Allura: Keith, listen very carefully to what your lion has to say. It could be very important.
Red lion: Keith…
Red lion: I swear to god if you don’t stop getting your ass in danger I’m going to bite you myself. Do you know how hard it is being a fucking robot lion tasked with defending the universe without me having to save your as from the cold vacuum of space every five minutes. Is it me????? Am I doing something to drive my child away??? Please tell me because I would really appreciate it if you would fucking stop it and sit down for TEN FUCKING MIN-
[Well, this is the first fic I ever wrote. I have been able to develop it in my head for the past day or two, and it was actually never intended to be a fic, but I thought why not share it with everyone? I thought it was pretty good. This is some Langst, with a tiny bit of Klance in there too]
Description: Lance was captured, and held captive by the Galra in their ship. The others came to rescue him, and get him out of there. For quite a while, Lance plays it off like he’s ok, and there’s nothing to worry about, but Keith steps over the line, and Lance goes overboard, telling him, and the others, what’s wrong.
‘Being captured by the Galra isn’t all that great,’ Lance thought to himself. He was in his armor, tied up to a chair, unable to move. He was in a small, locked room. It felt just like a prison cell. At least this was better that what’s been happening to him the last two days he’s been held hostage.
Lance then heard a crash. He knew that that must have been the other paladins coming to save him. As Lance heard them turn the corner that lead them to his cell, he yelled out to get their attention.
“GUYS! I’m in here!”
Pidge was lucky enough to just hear him as they passed through. She ran over to the cell, as Shiro, Keith, and Hunk followed. Pidge sat down and started messing with the wires beside the cell Lance was in. Within a minute, she was able to get the door open.
Lance couldn’t be anymore happy to see them, but he felt as if he was unable to smile. He was in pain. More so than he has been in his whole life. But he couldn’t tell the others that. They would get to worried, and that would just hold the team back. So he just had to fake it.
“Guys!” Lance pretended to shout excitedly.
“SHHH! Keep it down, they might hear us,” pidge whispered at Lance.
After Pidge and Hunk untied Lance, he struggled to stand up. But Lance knew that he had to keep pretending to be fine. He didn’t know how lang he could keep it up, but he had to at least try.
“Lance, are you ok? Did they hurt you,” Shiro questioned Lance.
No, he wasn’t. “Yah, don’t worrie, I’m fine,” Lance lied.
“Ok, then let’s get out of here before they catch us,” Keith exclaimed, “They’re probably already on their way.”
As Lance tried his hardest not to limp, he ran with the other papadins to escape the ship. They all escaped through a hole Keith cut out earlier to get the other paladins inside, for the rescue.
They made their way to the lions. Lance rode with Shiro, since Blue wasn’t there to give him a ride back to the castle. Shiro wanted Lance to ride with him to make sure he was ok, because Shiro knows that Lance can often lie that he’s “Ok.” They made it back to the castle.
As the paladins exeted their lions outside, Shiro turned toward Lance, and the others did too, out of curiosity.
“Lance,” Shiro started, “Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t look so good.”
Lance understood that he apparently didn’t look “ok” enough, so he put on the most convincing smile he could, and looked at Shiro with bright eyes.
“Yah, I’m fine,” Lance lied, “I’m just a little dizzy, that’s all.
Shiro took his word for it. He explained to Lance that he should probably go rest, considering he had most likley had a long two days with the Galra. And boy, were those days long. As much as lance wanted to protest, he couldn’t help but say yes, considering that he honestly felt like he could die in the next ten minutes.
Lance did his best to not limp, and fall over on the floor as he walked with the rest of the group inside the castle. Once Lance got back to his room to rest up for a bit, he collapsed on the floor, sitting in front of his door, breathing heavily, and whining from pain. He kept as quite as he could to make sure the other’s couldn’t hear him. They had no idea what the Galra did to Lance, and he wanted to keep it that way. He somehow had the strength to stand up and limp himself over to his bathroom. He took off his armor to reveal his whole body. He was disgusted. He honestly didn’t know how he wasn’t dead yet. Lance slowly started to put on his normal clothes. As painful as this was, he needed to make sure the others didn’t see his body to avoid them worrying. Once he finnaly got his normal cloths on, he crawled over to his bed, wondering how much longer he has to pretend he doesn’t want to cry every second that he’s awake. After hours, what felt like years to Lance, of almost breaking down in pain, he somehow managed to fall asleep.
The alarm for the paladins woke Lance up. He was miserable. He has never felt worse in his life, but he had to keep a smile on his face. He got up, and put on his jacket. He was satisfied that all of his body was coverd. As he almost crawled to the door, he noticed that his hands were uncovered. They looked horrible from the two days he was held hostage. They felt worse. Lance looked around his room for something to cover them up with, and found a pair of gloves under his bed. He hobbled over to be bed, and picked up the gloves, whining quite a bit during the process. He slid the gloves on, and zipped up his jacket all the way so his neck was also coverd. He was satisfied now. Everything was coverd, and now he can go see the others. Once he stepped foot out his door, he stood up straight, and tried he best to walk normaly, no matter how much he wanted to cry.
As he walked toward the training deck, where the others always were in the morning, he realized the he will most likely have to fight a bot. He didn’t know what to do. He wat terrified that the others will know something’s up. All he could do for now was try his best to pretend he was fine, and maybe a merical would happen where he didn’t need to fight a bot.
Oh how wrong he was.
Lance entered the training deck, and the four other paladins looked right at him. He got worried he wasn’t acting good enough.
“You’re late,” Shiro said with a stern voice.
“Since when isn’t he,” Pidge said back at Shiro, earning her a chuckle from Hunk, whom was sitting next to her.
Lance gave a slight sigh of relief, as he tried his best to walk over to take a seat next to Pidge. Keith was in a battle with a bot at the monent, and Lance just watched. He didn’t feel like giving any sourt of snarky comment of how “bad” he was doing. Pidge quickly took notice of this, and felt a little confused.
“Hey Lance,” She started, “how come you’re not insulting Keith? You always do that to try and distract him.”
Lance quickly came up with an excuse. “Eh, just a little tired for yesterday. But I’m fine, no need to worry.” Lance gave her a fake smile of reassurance, and Pidge bought it. Lance, Pidge and Hunk all sat next ro eachother as Keith finished up his training with the bot.
“Good work Keith. You’re really staring to get a good grip on hand-to-hand combat,” Shiro siad to Keith. Keith only gave him a nod, and started walking towards the three other paladins sitting on a bench. Lance hoped and prayed that he wasn’t next for training. He didn’t think he could take it.
“Lance, you’re next,” Shiro called out. But he didn’t call up Lance cause he wanted to actually see him train. He called him up cause he knew something was up. As good of an actor as Lance was, he could still see right through his lies.
“Uh…,” Lance started. He needed to come up with an excuse. “Are you sure Shiro? I’m still pretty dizzy from yesterday. The Galra aren’t quite that freindly you know.”
“I’m well aware of that” Shiro stated. “But I would still like to see you try your best to fight the bot.”
Lance only stared at Shiro. He was done for now. ‘Maybe another merical will happen,’ he thought. Lance reluctanly stood up, and walked over to the center of the deck. Shiro got the bot ready, and let the bot sprint ot Lance. Lance got out his bayard, and had it transform into his gun, but It was so heavy for Lance’s weak arms, that it fell right to the floor bringing his arms with it. He struggled to pick the gun back up, but it was to late, and the bot gave him a kick to the chest. Lance stumbled to the ground, his chest burning in what just happened. All of his energy went to trying not to cry or scream in pain. Shiro stopped the bot, and ended the training sequence. He started to walk up towards Lance.
“I thought something was up,” Shiro said to himself.
The three paladins on the bench sat there in confusion, not knowing what was going on. The three of them got up on thier feet, and started walking towards Lance.
Lance knew he there was nothing else he could do, but he still had a little hope that maybe he could convince the others that he was fine, even though he was far from that.
Lance stood up as quickly as he could, no matter how much it hurt, and started to protest.
“Sorry about that Shiro, I’m just not on my ‘A game’ today,” which was more than true.
“Lance,” Shiro said sternly, “Something’s up, and you’re not telling us. What’s wrong.”
The three paladins that were standing behind Shiro were even more confused than before. They want to help out his friend, and help him feel better.
“Nothing is wrong Shiro, I promise,” Lance said as calm as he could.
“Aw, come on buddy,” Hunk said cheefully as he walked up to Lance. “You can tell us if something is wrong, we’re your friends!”
Hunk gave him a stiff pat on the back, wich earned an unexpected yelp of pain from Lance. All the paladins stared at him.
Ok. This was it. Lance was done for now.
“Woah, you ok dude,” Hunk worryingly asked.
At this point, Lance started panicking. “Yah, don’t worry I’m all good,” Lance said uncalm.
Pidge was onto him now too, but she decided to take a different route, instead of repeatedly asking him if he was ok.
“Lance, why do you have gloves on,” Pidge asked with supition.
Lance knew he had to tell them, but he couldn’t. “Uh.. Er-um… I just got cold, ok,” is the best Lance could come up with.
“Lance, all we want to do it help. Please tell us what’s wrong,” Shiro said in a calm voice.
“Nothing! Nothing is wrong, I’m fine!,” Lance said as he panicked.
For the next few minutes, it was the paladins bombarding Lance with questions, that Lance didn’t know how to respond to.
“Ugh, Lance, stop being so selfish, and tell us what’s wrong,” Keith said out of annoyance.
Lance started with his usual ‘It’s nothing, I’m fine,’ but in the middle of that sentence, Lance paused. He thought for a moment. His eyes narrowed and he stared at Keith. He almost looked discusted at him. Keith stood there in confusion, and so did the rest of the paladins.
“Selfish… Selfish?!,” Lance said, almost shouting the second time.
“Do you not know what I did to protect you? Do you not know what I went through?,” Lance started.
Keith stood there even more confused than before. The other paladins watched, but Lance was talking to Keith.
“Y-you know what?… Fine,” Lance quietly said. He ripped off his gloves, and jacket to reveal his arms. The paladins were in complete shock, fear, and almost disgust. All of them coverd their mothes, and oped their eyes wide. Lances arms were almost completely red, coverd with deep cuts, shock marks, blisters, and almost anything bad you can think of. His arms even seemed like they were missing the first few layers of skin, which you could say they were. Lance continued toy stare at keith for another moment, and the started again.
“Ok, I’m not fine. I haven’t been ever since I was held hostage of the Galra ship.” Lance’s voice was shaky, and had anger in it, but he wasn’t shouting.
“You have no idea what I went through durring those two days. I have been hit, punched, kicked, shocked, tased, cut, whiped, stabbed, and a LOT more that I can’t even remember at this point.”
All the paladins stood there, not knowing what to do.
“Lance…,” Shiro said softly. Lance gave him a quick glair that clearly said, 'Let me finish this.’ Shiro backed off.
Lance continued speaking to Keith. “And you know…” Lance gestured to his arms, “All of this could have avoided.”
The paladins gave him a look of, 'well why didn’t you avoid it?’ Lance answerd.
“I could have avoided all of that pain and suffering if I just told them where you guys were, and how to get Voltron.”
The paladins somehow become more shoked than before. They realized that Lance went through something so much worse that they could imagine, because he wanted to protect them. Keith felt a slight bit of fear from Lance’s tone, and extream guilt for saying that he was selfish, when clearly, he was so selfless and loyal to his team.
“If I just told them you you were, I would have been fine, but OH NO I DIDN’T, because I knew that it would lead to a lot of worse thinds than me getting beat up!” Lances voice started to get a little more shakey, and his voice started to raise more, but not quite to a shout. Every sigle word he said was directed right at Keith. He didn’t care that the others were there.
“You don’t know how many times I passed out from blood loss, but OH, they made sure I was well alive, so they could keep beating me up, until I gave them an answer!” Lance’s eyes started to get puffy. He couldn’t contain his emotion, and how angry he was. He didn’t even notice the pain going through his body as he spoke.
“Two days… 48 hours of pain. For two days, I got no food, water, or sleep, all I got was needles being stabbed into me, and boiling water beeing poured all over me!” Lance said.
Lance was shouting now. The other paladins keped standing in shock, not even Shiro knew what to do. As Lance continued to shout at Keith, he started to cry from all the emotion he was having. Keith stood in fear, and in guilt.
Lance subconsciously started to slowly walk towards Keith while still shouting, almost screaming, at him. Keith in fear, backed up at the same pace Lance walked toward him.
As Lance continued, Hunk jogged up to him, and gently put his hand on his shoulder. He tried to calm Lance down, but Lance didn’t even look at him when he shoved Hunk off, having him tumble to the ground. Pidge and Shiro ran to go help Hunk.
Lance then continued, still walking towards Keith.
“You don’t know how may times I ran out of voice to scream with! You don’t know how many times I ran out of tears to cry with!” Lance screamed. His eyes were red, with tears pooring down his face like a river. Keith was now all the way backed up to the wall, with no where else to go. Lance continued to walk toward him.
“You have no idea what I went through durring thoes two days to protect you, and the others, and YOU DARE CALL ME SELFISH FOR IT!!!” Lance shrieked. Durring the last part of his sentience, Lance reached Keith at the wall, grabbed the callar of his jacket, and pulled his face close to his own.
Keith was terrified. Out of all the aileins he fought, and missions he has been on, he has never been more scared. His eyes were wide. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. Nothing would come out of his mouth.
Lance on the other-hand was furious. He has never been so mad in his life, and he knows that too. The word 'selfish’ ran through his mind. He went through the worst of the worst to protect his team, and Keith said he was selfish. The tears kept pouring down his face as he stared at keith, with a face that couldn’t have anymore passion in it for how he felt at that moment.
The other paladins were sure that if Lance had a knife, he would stab Keith a few times, and not even fell sorry for it. They have never seen either side of these two before. Keith; The brave boy, who always knew what to do, was terrified out of his skin. Lance; the happy-go-lucky paladin, who always has a smile on his face, was filled with rage, while heavy tears came down his face out of anger.
Only a tick or so passed as Lance finished speaking. He felt his legs wobble. He felt and extream amount of pain. I guess that was getting him back for not noticing while his emotions took over. He started to breath heavy, and Keith noticed, but didn’t know what to do. Still holding on to his collar, Lance fell over and collapsed on the ground, almost bringing Keith down with him. Lance started to cough up blood. Shiro, Hunk and Pidge ran over to assist, and Keith stood in frount of him, not sure what to do. Between coughs of blood, Lance gave heavy, breathy sobs, from crying so much, and having so much emotion run through him.
Within a minute, Lance finished coughing up blood, and passed out on the floor. The paladins stayed silent for a moment. They were all in shock. Of what Lances arms looked like; destroyed. Of how he reacted when Keith called him selfish. The story of what he went through, and being suprised he lived, not to metion he even somehow managed to put on a smile, trying to fake it.
The paladins looked at eachother. Shiro, still in shock, brushed it off. He knew he still had to be the leader.
“Pidge,” He said in a slight panic, “Go get Allura and Coran. Bring the medical supplies too. Keith, Hunk. Grab Lance, bring him to his room, and strip him down. We need to see what other injuries he has. I’ll go get the healing pod ready.”
The three other paladins nodded to Shiro, and did as they were told.
“ALLURA! CORAN!” Pidge shouted in panic.
Both of the Alteans turned and looked at Pidge with concern.
“Pidge, what’s wrong,” Allura asked soft and sweetly.
“IT’S LANCE! HE-… Agh.. Eh,” Pidge was in so much panic, she stumbled over most of her words, almost crying. She finally told them to just go to Lance’s room as she ran off to get to medical equipment. Allura and Coran both looked at each other and rushed over to Lance’s room to see what the fuss was about.
Allura and Coran both enterd Lance’s room. They saw him stripped down to his boxers laying down on his bed while Keith and Hunk are sutting there as well. Lance was coverd in scars, cuts, wounds, and practically didn’t have any skin left. The Alteans both stood shocked, wided eyed, covering their mouths. They had no idea what to say.
Pidge rushed in between Allura and Coran with a case in hand. She stopped heself for less than a tik taking in what the rest of Lance’s body looked like. Broken. She brushed it off, and slid over by Lance.
“Is he still alive,” Pidge questioned as she tried to oped the case af supplies.
Keith froze. He remembered he didn’t bother to check if his heart was even still pounding on not. He quickly placed his hand on the dry blooded, scarred, and unprotected of skin that was Lance’s chest. Everyone paused for a moment in frear.
Keith gave a sight of relief.
The others did too. Pidge started to perform he procedures, and gave the analysis that he was tired, hungry, and thirsty. The others in the room looked down to the floor not sure what to say. Allura finally spoke.
“Who did this to him,” she asked.
“The Galra while he was held hostage,” Hunk explained.
Allura stood in shock, not believing it was true. “But he said he was ok… He said they did nothing to him! How could he act so happy, when he looks like that!”
“Apparently Lance is a better actor than we all thought,” said Keith.
Shiro walked behind the two Alteans whom were still in the doorway of Lance’s room. He told everyone that the pod was ready. Keith and Hunk carefully picked up Lance, and brought him over to the pod. Allura was now able to scan him in the healing pod. She was suprised that Lance was still alive, after seeing everything. She talked about everything to Shiro for a while.
The three paladins that were left, sat outside the door, waiting for Shiro to come out and tell them that everything was going to be ok. As tears started to fall from all their faces, Shiro opened the door. Keith, Hunk, and Pidge all looked up at him with hope in their eyes, as if it was a child, looking to see what wise words their father has to say.
Shiro kneeled down to their level on the ground.
“Allura told me everything,” he said with a calm voice, “She said that she has rarely seen anyone so damaged. She has no idea how long it will take for lance to come out of the pod.”
The three paladins sigh.
“If… He comes out,” Shiro said quietly.
The paladins looked up at Shiro, with pure fear in their eyes. They were confused, and wern’t sure what to say.
“But… Can’t the healing pod just heal him… Like it’s supposed to,” Keith asked quietly.
“Like I said,” Shiro explained, “Allura hasn’t seen a person with so much damage in the healing pod many times. She can’t say whether the healing pod will fix him, or… Not work… Shw told me if he didn’t make it, the pod would start blinking red.”
Eveyone was in science. Hunk got up, and gestured to Keith and Pidge to follow him to where Lance’s healing pod was. They followed. Once they came into the room, they sat by Lance’s pod. Not saying anything. Tears coming down their faces. And hour or so passed, and Pidge was called for assistance, so she took orders, and left the room. Another while passed, and Hunk got up to leave, because he got hungery, and went to make something for everyone. Keith stayed. He was leaned up against Lance’s pod. The word 'selfish’ ran through his head hundreds of times. He felt responsible for what happened to Lance. If he didn’t speak, or even said something else, Lance would not have passed out. He wouldn’t have coughed up blood, and have such an attack from all of the emotions he had.
Keith didn’t move from his spot for hours, crying during all that time. The only time Keith left the room that night was when Hunk picked him up, and sat him down at the table to eat somethig. Keith barely ate though. Everytime he looked at his food, he just thought of how Lance told him that he spent two days with no food, and suffering from pain. Hunk finally excused Keith when he thought he ate enough food, and he headed straight back to the room where Lance was. Keith sat by his pod for another few hours. At one point, Shiro came in and told him that he had to go to sleep, but the teary eyed teen refused. Shiro gave up, and just gave him a pillow and blanked to sleep with but Lance. Keith sleep there for the night. One night turned into several nights. He sat by Lance’s pod day in night, hoping and praying that it wouldn’t blink red. He would rather wait a year for Lance to come out of that pod, then for it to blink red right now. The only time Keith left that room was when he and the team went on missions. Keith knew that he couldn’t bring the team down, even thought he’s upset, so durring missions, he did his best to forget about Lance, but once everyone was back at the castle, he headed straight for Lance again.
It’s been months. Three to be exact. And as you would expect, Keith sat right by Lance’s pod. He was tired. Cold. Hungry. But that didn’t matter to him. He knew that that wasn’t compared to anything Lance went through a few months ago.
Keith heard a noise. He turned around to face the pod Lance was in.
The pod was blinking red with a slight beep.
Keith’s eyes widened. He sat in frount of the pod in disbelief. This couldn’t happen. Not now. Not after he waited so long!
Tears started to form in his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. For minutes he sat there, waiting for the beeping and blinking to stop, hoping that if he waited long enough, it would stop and Lance would pop out. But It keped beeping and blinking red. Keith stood up in panic. He started to bang his fists against the glass, wanting to hold Lance in his arms, and cradle him once again. After a while the blinking stopped. Keith opened his eyes.
He woke up.
Keith sat up from the floor in panic, and looked over at Lance’s pod. It was still glowing bright blue. Keith sighed in relief. For weeks he’s been getting this same dream, over and over again. He didn’t bother to tell anyone else, because it wasn’t important enough to bring up in his opinion. Keith looked over at the clock. 3:30AM, it said. He sighed. He looked over at Lance in his pod. He admired his soft, and calmed look in his face.
The three months that Keith has been sitting in that room, the more and more guilt he felt. He sighed and rested his head on the pod. He stayed quiet. Thoughts racing through his mind. He opened his eyes and paused for a moment. He realized something.
'If Lance dies,’ Keith thought, 'that means the last thing I ever said to him was that he was…’
Keith wasn’t even going to finish that thought. He hated that word with a passion now. But he knew what he meant. Keith closed his eyes, and started to cry once again, and sat back on his blanket. He looked over at the pod to see if something would happen. Nothing happened. Keith eventually cried himself to sleep, as he has done many times in the past three months.
Keith was still fast asleep with dry tears in his eyes, when he felt a gush of cold air. He coverd up more in his blanked and shivered. He wondered it Pidge or Hunk turned the AC on or something. He slightly opened his eyes, only to be greeted with a bright blue light. He coverd his eyes. 'What kind of prank is this,’ he thought. He quickly then realized that cold air, and a bright blue light comes out of a pod once a person is healed. He opened his eyes wide. He stood up as quickly as he could, to see if Lance was there.
Keith couldn’t beleive his eyes. He didn’t believe them. He quickly turned around the see the time. 5:16AM, said the clock. He turned back around to see Lance coverd but a clod fog. Keith stepped closer to him. His heart was racing, and he was breathing quickly, almost feeling like he was going to faint.
Keith stood there in frount of Lance. He wanted to say something so bad, but he was scared he wouldn’t answer. He finally got himself together and said something.
Keith paused and waited a tik. He waited a few more tiks. Every tik that passed, Keith had less and less hope. Seven tiks passes. He gave up. He started to tear up again. He went over stepped in the pod, and hugged Lance.
“I’m sorry,” Keith started, “… I called you… Selfish. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what happened to you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t do anything for you…”
Keith didn’t expect an answer. He already gave up. But he heard something. Something that sounded like a hum.
Keith looked up, “Lance?,” he said quietly.
Lance’s eyes were still closed. He didn’t make another sound. But Keith felt the movement of Lance’s arms rap around him, and pull him closer.
Keith still couldn’t believe it. Keith held Lance a little tighter, and cried into his shirt, saying 'I’m so sorry’ over and over again.
“Thank you, Keith,” Lance finally spoke after what felt like hours.
Keith shot his head up to look at Lance as he spoke, with such a quiet tone.
“If you didn’t say anything,” Lance started, “ You guys wouldn’t have found out about what happened. I would have insisted that I was ok. If I didn’t get to the healing pod sooner, I probably wouldn’t have made it.”
Lance laughed a little after his scentence. He gently let go of Keith and got out of his pod to streach. Keith was still in tears.
Lance looked at Keith and held out his hand.
“Wanna go tell the others I’m ok?” Lance said with a smile.
Keith nodded, quickly took Lance’s hand, and ran with him to go see the others.
These catchphrases for ACNL villagers were collected on tumblr, contributors can be found at the bottom of this post. Remember
not to capitalise catchphrases or add punctuation marks as the game
takes care of this, according to wherever the catchphrase will show up
in a sentence. However, do capitalise greetings and use punctuations
marks in greetings unless you don’t want any.
Catchphrases for any villager
kweh / kupo / booper / ya know / your majesty / I guess / in America /
in bed / ba-bang / nifty / cool beans / hella / pumbloom / *pees* /
marmalade / darling / dear / sweetie / sweetheart / honey / love /
imagineer / human / robot / friend / jeaaaahhhh / I’m lying / yes? No? /
okey dokey / OK / I say / you see / you know / sugarcube / YOLO / TL;DR
/ orz / *censored* / in-game / …help me / [hiccup] / mean it / not
again / why me / shut up / stop that / hmm… / yeah / ugh / you’ll see /
dear / partner / bonjour / so funny / so sad / hon hon / no worries /
gotcha / you cutie / go away / come here / mind you / same / so what /
me, too / my child / golly / stay safe / take care / sniff
Catchphrases for normal villagers
dear / dearie / puddin’ / pumpkin / sweetie / mhm / mittens / sweet tart
/ honey / darling / heh / tea time / nutmeg / yippy / verily / books /
hun / baby / :3 / kiwi / mango / plum / papaya / love / sweetums / love
dove / balmy / doodles / breezy / ahaha / cupcake / hehe / nyah / if I
may / lovely / my friend / my love / o-okay / flower / oh my /
sweetheart / buddy / precious
Catchphrases for peppy villagers
yeah / girl / goof / sunshine / weirdo / for sure / lmao / like, yeah /
omg / LOL / girl power / shiny / totally / totes / like OMG / y'know /
yay / notice me / :3 / pudding / jeepers / doll / bonbon / zippy / sunny
/ rosy / hoorah / boosh / cutie pie / yayzies / boop / yo / hooray / my
fan / aha / twinkle / sparkle / ta-da / teehee / bestie / [sings] / and
like / much wow / wow / aww snap / superduper / sugar / silly / like /
hm? / sugarbear
Catchphrases for snooty villagers
wow / peasant / dear / floozy / wild one / posh / darling / hrmp / oh
dear / babe / um / hipster / fancy / fancypants / mrrrow / dawling /
kisskiss / darling / dearie / sweetie / hey bby / #tweet / #selfie / my
pet / dahling / belle / capiche / la-di-da / cheeky / swanky / uppity /
ugh / right / honey / fancy / you wish / my pet / quite so / whatever /
sweetheart / mon dieu / hmph / ridiculous
Catchphrases for uchi villagers
lil sis / son / pumpkin / sweetie / dude / lovely / sister / friend / aw
yeah / maaan / sugar / little sis / mm hm / girls / sis / bro / awesome
/ dude / hey bby / hun / yeah yeah / yeah right / whatever / junior /
dainty / precious / foxy / nifty / nimble / friend / sugar pie / kid /
cutie / gotcha / am I right / cuz / dudette / sweetie / twerp / uhh… yea
/ 10/10 / neh
Catchphrases for cranky villagers
ugh / punk / darn it / lass / sprout / child / ugh… / you kids / urgh /
sweet / dagnabbit / durnit / you child / tch / kiddo / who am I? / ech /
Billy / ya jerk / get lost / snappish / maroon / huff / tart / crabby /
surly / seriously / grumps / kiddo / youngster / boss / NOT / …I guess /
MWAHAHAHA / suck it / or else / human / nyeh / hmph / [sigh] / munchkin
/ buddy / whatever / shut up / my head / sigh / I hate it / you baby
Catchphrases for jock villagers
booya! / dork / goof / speedy / hiyah / woah / crunch / hup-to / coach /
teammate / mate / bud / guy / bam / 10k / carbs / champion / frat boy /
you’re it / let’s race / T-DOWN / GOAL / football / sportsball / notice
me / d00d / dude / brah / bruh / bro / dude man / player / rookie / pro
/ champ / tiger / lifting / exercise / energize / homie / get wreckt /
ten-hut / ba-BOOM / *fistbump* / nerd / yo / rock on / yahoo / c'mon bro
/ up top / level 100 / brawler / *sweats* / carry me / snot
Catchphrases for lazy villagers
/ yawn / snooze / snore / munchie / drowsy / pip / snuffle / hmmm /
mhmm / …yawn / I guess / *rumble* / FOOOD / peach / apple pie / tart /
yum / yaaawn / biscotti / biscuit / cake time / snack time / let’s eat /
milk bone / I’m hungry / *burrrp* / narf / word / mkay / mmm… / …zzz… /
drowsy / toddle / truffle / dreamy / or whatnot / cookies / I’m sleepy /
hrm? / mm'kaay / sluuuurp / duuuude / never mind / yo / snug / ehh jk /
feed me / snoozer
Catchphrases for smug villagers
no / zoink / honey / babe / darling / m'lady / mistress / my liege /
princess / my queen / my king / friend / dear / haha / fabulous / I say /
sure / howla / chicky / hottie / woah dude / call me / notice me /
#selfie / hey bby / m'dear / yessir / wise-guy / righteous / alright /
cutie / heh heh / romantic / huehuehue / what, what / indeed / guvnor /
says I / bien / eheh / my friend / believe it / told ya so / bonjour /
starlight / love hurts
Get off my lawn & ugh (for cranky villagers) Don’t talk to me & goodbye Good to see you / I was worried! & I hate it! Howdy & partner Got any food? & I’m hungry Zappity Zap Zap & pachirisu (for Static) Judge & witness Honey & sting Hey there & sugarbear Sweet meet & sugar cube Don’t hurt me! & ouch
I took the liberty not to include offensive catchphrases (explicitly sexual ones, ableism, (sexist) slurs, Japaneseones and AAVE).
You are of course free to use the latter two if you’re Japanese/black
but I didn’t want to support cultural appropriation with this