“What you do has no point.”
Lance just bites his lip to stop the tears from being released.
“What do you want me to say?” Keith growls.
He’s shaking and when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.
“You know what? If you having nothing to say the you should keep your mouth shut.
Lance isn’t sure how much longer he can ignore the hateful words. He knows it’s not at him. Everyone’s has been on edge since Shiro’s disappearance, but he’s pretty sure that Keith has been directing all his anger at him.
At first Lance tried to be funny, keep his usual persona going…somebody had to keep the team normalcy going.
Sure it hurt a little, but Lance pretended it was part of his training regimen. Sometimes you have to take a few hits and it hurts. Keith’s hit were just verbal, and like training, sometimes the hits hurt, but the pain would go away…right?
“Keith… I know your mad cause this trail was another dead end…”
“Shut the Fuck up.”
“We’re going to find Shiro, it’s okay that…
"Shut the Fuck up.”
“Keith if you would just listen..!”
There is a red rage in Keith’s eyes.
“I said Shut the Fuck up! You know what? Do whatever the Fuck you want, you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
“Keith, hear me out…”
He was returned with silence.
It didn’t make any sense, and Lance knew he was just angry, but the silence hurt more than the words.
“Keith, please listen to me. Tell me you can hear me.”
The silence definitely hurt more than the words.
The worst part about this mission, there was no Hunk or Coran to lightened the blow. They had both been so positive that they found where Shiro was held captive that they were going to do this on their own, which made Keith that much more angry.
Keeping his distance, Lance and blue followed Keith and red back to the castle.
The others were waiting expectantly but when Keith threw his helmet to the ground and stormed past the other Paladins, it didn’t take them long to look at Lance for some answers.
“Dude, You Okay? Were you crying?”
Lance blinks away the tears he didn’t even know he was shedding.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He pauses when he remember Keith yelling at him earlier. He’s never felt like he needed to lie to Hunk, but the verbal abuse he had dealt with earlier lingered in Lance’s head.
“Lance, what happened?” Hunk asked again after Lance went silent mid sentence.
“We’re okay, Um… no Shiro. Sorry.”
“Dude, it’s okay I’m just glad your both safe.”
“Shut the fuck up…. Keep your mouth shut.”
Lance doesn’t say anything this time, just nods his head.
Because I have been thinking about Tim coming ‘back to life’ for six months and after this post I had to finally write out what I have been thinking. I worked on this for a pretty long time and am very happy so. Please enjoy.
Tim’s lungs burn. He’s not sure if it’s from the fight or the feel of breathing in real air for the first time in…he doesn’t know. There was never a way to keep count of time beyond the growth of his hair. It is longer now, enough to be in his eyes, enough so when the wind picks up on the skyscrapers of Gotham it whips along with it.
He is trying hard to breathe. He is panting. His body aches, limbs heavy from gravity alone with bruises swelling under his too-hot uniform, with cuts slashed out making his skin sing with pain. Much of the fabric is stained dark with blood, his gloves are slick with it. His entire body is shaking.
She paused with her fist poised to knock, curiosity getting
the better of her.
“I am Groot.”
“Okay, how’s this? Gamora, will you go on a date with me?”
“I am Groot.”
“It’s too formal? How else am I supposed to say it?”
“I am Groot.”
“What do you mean, what if she says no? She’s not gonna say
no… do you think she’s gonna say no?!”
She’d heard enough. She retreated as quietly as she could,
feeling puzzled. Why would Peter be stressed about asking her on a date? True, they’d never been on one
before, but they’d already kissed - a lot. She’d more or less admitted that she loved
him. What could he possibly be worried about?
She pulled out her holo; time to do some research.
Some time later, with a new understanding of Terran
culture and a handful of the reddest flowers she could find, she found Peter
messing with some wires in the cargo hold.
“Hey, Gamora!” He said, standing up when he noticed her. His
eyes went to the flowers. “What are those for?”
“For you.” She thrust them towards him and he took them,
though with a very confused look on his face – did he not understand his own
She pushed on. “Would you like to go somewhere to eat and then see a movie in public?”
“Like… a date?”
“Yes,” she said, relieved that he got it. “I’ve done some
research, and apparently first dates are very significant on Terra. One person
is supposed to present flowers to the other, and then they go eat at an upscale
restaurant and watch a movie.”
Peter’s lips had been twitching during her entire speech,
and he finally broke out into a grin. “Yeah, we don’t get a lot of information
about Terra out here. For one thing, I’m pretty sure it’s the girl who’s
supposed to receive the flowers.”
“Fine, I’ll take them back –“
“No!” He clutched them to his chest, crushing half of them
in the process. “That’s a stupid custom. I’m keeping them forever.”
She tried not to look too satisfied; she’d known he would
like those. “So?”
“Oh, yeah. Of course, let’s go on a date!” He looked
ecstatic, and Gamora was pleased that she’d taken the pressure off of him. As
cute as Peter was when he was nervous, she didn’t want him to stress about
something as simple as asking her a question.
But then he frowned. “Wait. Do you even really want to go on a date, or do you just
think it’s something we’re supposed to do?”
“I… want to spend time with you,” she said honestly.
“But not at a fancy restaurant, right?”
“Is that not a requirement for it to be a date?” She asked.
Maybe she should have checked more than one website for information.
Peter laughed. “Hell, no! I mean, I don’t know if Earth
customs have changed, but a date can be anything.”
“Yeah!” He grabbed one of her hands with his free one. “Wanna go watch a holo movie and make out?”
I’m gonna think more about this tomorrow when it’s not almost 4 am but:
fast & the furious viktuuri au lmao
Viktor is an elite street racer who’s been dominating the circuit for the last 5 years. No one’s beaten him to the finish line in a long time, and tbh he’s getting bored. He’s been teaching one of younger members of his crew how to drive, because he’s thinking of quitting.
One night, just as a race is about to start, they get a mystery entry—a customized Japanese car, driver wears a helmet at all times and goes by the codename Eros. New people enter races all the time w/ pseuds, so its not a big deal, and no one’s heard of him before so they don’t pay him much attention aside from the cursory “Hand in your entry fee and here are the rules” talk.
Then he completely wipes the floor with all of them on the circuit, beating Viktor and his team by a good 20 seconds over the finish line
Title: While We Come Undone Rating: Explicit (E) Pairing: Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski
Summary: It’s simple, but he can’t help but watch her like a helpless, thirsty man as the hem barely reaches the backs of her creamy thighs while it flounces behind her. He notices that there doesn’t seem to be a sliver of fabric covering them and yep, he’s already dead.
Mark it on his grave as; “Here lies Mieczyslaw ‘Stiles’ Stilinski. Loving son and brother who died as a result of Lydia Martin’s successful attempts of seducing him by going commando in a dress.”