Stop with your stupid pick-up lines. They’re annoying.
Why don’t you go kill yourself? You’re mum did really good at that.
It’s all your fault that she died.
It hurt. The words they blew at me. The scars they left, physical, emotional and mental. Some scars deeper than others, but all painful. The bruises, hand marks, scratches that left little dribbles of blood in their wake, they aching throbs my heart gave as I silently cried myself to sleep every night. The dumb hope that things would change.
It’s all your fault your mother died. You should have died instead of her.
You are nothing more than a waste of space.
I know. But I’m trying. Trying to cover the marks, my self-hatred, my depression. I try to cover it up with humour. Jokes. Cheesy pick-up lines. It makes me happy to make others happy, to make others laugh.
You’re so stupid, nobody would ever love you. Nobody even likes you. They all hate you here.
So I left. I joined the garrison. Then the whole “Paladins of Voltron” thing happened. It was a fresh start. I trained hard. They found humour in my jokes, my attempts to flirt with Allura and ever pretty girl I met, my dramatic attitude. For the first time, I felt happy, like I had a family.
Shut up already Lance!
No one cares!
Just be quiet!
Why can’t you be like Keith?
Ah yes. Keith. The Red Paladin. The perfect pilot. Always following orders, the best fighter, smart in all militaristic ways. Why can’t I be like him? I try my hardest, to train as hard as him. To act like him. I study him, trying to find what makes him so great.
You will never best him at anything. You are a useless, weak nobody.
I am not!
Yes. That’s why your team hates you.
No! My team loves me!
You know it’s true.
I… I know.
I tried harder than ever. Tried to bring smiles to the other’s faces, to ease the worries of the up-comimg war and the gulra.
Shut up Lance! We dont need your shit right now.
Just be quiet.
Can you be serious for once?
Can’t you see there is a bloody war going on?
I’m sorry. I’ll try harder. I’ll be quiet. Please don’t hate me.
Lance! To your left!
Keith! Watch out! Behind you!
Where? I can’t see them!
Lance! Back to your position! Your going to get us all killed!
Then at least Keith will be safe, if I take the blast for him. You dont care about me.
But that’s okay. I care about you.
I’ll die for you all.
Lance! Get back into position you idio-
Well, I saved them. I saved them all.
Keith and the gang are all important. They are going to win this war and save the universe.
Sterek Au: After a passionate meeting between Stiles and Derek, Stiles decides to go to the loft to talk about it but it seems that Derek refuses to cooperate.
Stiles looked at Derek with disappointment in his eyes, he couldn’t believe that Derek were acting that way.
“Are you serious?” The human asked with shaking voice. “Are you really going to act as if nothing had happened?”. Derek looked at him with a straight face, showing no emotions.
“It’s the best for us Stiles”. Derek answered with calm voice. Stiles snorted and dedicated to Dere an unimpressed look.
“C'mon Hale, That’s the best you got?” Stiles almost shouted. “What about "It’s not you, it’s me”? I think it’s better than your last excuse. You’re a selfish asshole that only want me when you need me". A flash of pain came trough Derek’s face but it was only for a second. The werewolf sighted, looking away from where Stiles was.
“Stiles please…” But Derek was cut in the middle of the sentence by a very angry Stiles.
“No Derek, I’m sick and tired of this shit, I have feelings, Don’t you know that? Of course you don’t, I’m just a pointless and replaceable human. You know what? Fuck you Derek Hale, I assure to you that’s there’s a lot of people who…” Stiles was cut in mid-sentence by a soft lifts pushing against his owns. Stiles groaned surprised, refusing to kiss Derek, but as Derek’s lips crashed againts his, he gave up to him, moaning against the werewolf’s lips. When the two of them were separated from each other, Stiles couldn’t barely breath. Derek posed his forehead against Stiles’, with his eyes closed, Stiles was about to complain when Derek started talking.
“I love you, and I’m scared because I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. If something bad happens to you, I’ll be devastated.” Stiles blinked a few times speechles. It was the first time that Stiles didn’t know what to answer to Derek, so he cupped Derek’s face with his hand and gave him a sweet peck on the lips. He could feel Derek’s smile against his lips, making him smile too.
“It’s okay wanting things for yourself sometimes Der” Stiles whispered with a tender voice. “I love you, and you don’t have to be scared of anytging because I’m a pain in the ass and I will never leave you” Derek chuckled softly against Stiles’ shoulder making his heart skips a beat. There was a few times when he had heard Derek laugh, but he was sure that he would be happy to get used to it.