WARNINGS: This story is really gross and/or horrifying but also hilarious imho. Your health always comes first, so mind the tags: Violence, Cannibalism Mention, Suicidal Ideation, Feces, Sleep Deprivation, Airplanes, I generally had a really bad time but now it’s hysterical. Most of the story is under the cut because it’s eight miles long.
In August of 2009 I flew back to Honolulu to do my sophomore year of college with the intention of entering 400-level german. What happened instead is the closest I’ve ever come to personally dying or actually murdering someone.
The problem started the day before my flight, when I attended a birthday party for a very dear cousin in Denver, and due to be in 1 of 2 adults present, ended up driving a bunch of teenagers home and didn’t get home until 12:30 that night. Oh well, my flight’s at 6AM anyway, I’ll just stay up. I can sleep on the plane, I thought, like a complete fucking fool.
Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.
Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.
Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.
And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.
Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.
“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.
Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.
The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.
Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”
Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”
Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”
“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”
Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.
Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.
“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”
“What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”
“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”
Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.
“Water.” Derek growls.
“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.
“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”
Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”
Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.
“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”
Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”
“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.
“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”
“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”
Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”
“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.
He finds Lance waiting on his bed for him when he returns to his room, and can tell from a single glance that Lance knows. That somehow— either because Matt or Coran told him, or because he just understands Keith that well, even after so many months apart— Lance knows exactly what happened while Voltron was fleeing Naxzela. What Keith had been prepared to sacrifice. What he’d nearly done.
Lance looks up at the hiss of the door sliding shut. He hasn’t even changed out of his paladin armor. Not fully. His arm guards and chest plate have been removed and discarded on the floor, but otherwise he looks just as he did when Voltron finally reached the Castle again— singed, disheveled, and staring at Keith with large, mournful eyes.
Keith can’t bring himself to meet those eyes. They’re even more blue than Keith remembers, and so full of hurt it makes Keith’s chest ache. Lance should never have to look that way about anything. Particularly not because of him.
Keith turns away and takes his time removing his black, Marmora armor. He can’t bear to see Lance so upset. Can’t stand the heavy silence between them. The thick tension just waiting to snap. Can’t stand it at all, but also can’t think of anything to say to dispel it. Words were never his forte, after all. He was much better with actions. Except, this time, his actions are what’s causing this situation, and he doesn’t quite know how to handle it.
He hangs his armor in his closet— the one spot of black among all the red and white he’s so used to wearing. A visual reminder of all he’s left behind. All he’s given up so his team can keep moving forward. Across the room, Lance shifts. He shifts, and he clears his throat, and Keith closes his eyes, waiting, as always, for Lance to cut through the tension. For the berate that’s surely on his tongue. For the angry words and endless rants he’s come to expect from Lance.
It doesn’t come, though. When Lance finally speaks, it isn’t loud, or enraged, or anything Keith’s used to. It’s soft, instead. So soft he barely hears it. And so rough and broken it nearly breaks his heart.
“Keith,” Lance murmurs, voice shaking even over that single word. “Why?” Why did you leave? Why did you abandon us? Why did you give up? “You glorious, reckless idiot. Why did you do it?”
Why did you almost let yourself die?
Keith swallows thickly. “Something had to be done,” he answers. “It was the only choice.” He glances over his shoulder at Lance and gives him a sad smile. “After all, the universe needs Voltron. It doesn’t need me.”
“We need you,” Lance protests, standing. He crosses the room in three quick strides and turns Keith to face him, hands gripping Keith’s shoulders like iron vices, and the most serious expression Keith’s ever seen across his face. “I need you.”
And if that isn’t the most ridiculous thing Keith’s ever heard. Because if either of them needs the other, it’s not Lance. It’s not this boy who shines so brilliantly, who is everything Keith has ever wanted to be and more, who could probably charm the whole universe into peace if he really put his mind to it.
Keith’s smile turns wry and he shakes his head. “No you don’t, Lance,” he says, emphatically because he needs Lance to understand. “You don’t need me. Just look at everything you’ve done.” Look at all the people you’ve saved and inspired and encouraged in a way that I never could.
It’s not enough to convey everything Keith thinks about Lance, of course, but he honestly doesn’t think any words in the English language (or any language, even) will ever be enough. There’s no way to describe the way Lance shines in his element. The obvious joy he brings to his flying, and the fierce passion that flares through his fighting. The excitement he exhibits whenever they find a new ally. The way he draws people to him without any actual effort. The way he cares and protects and gives hope wherever he goes.
He’s a much better paladin than he gives himself credit for, and much more valuable to the team than Keith ever could be. Keith’s absence over the past few months has proven that. Has shown Voltron can continue, and even thrive, without him. That they would continue to do so even if Keith had died. They’d still have their heart, after all— it’s right there inside Lance. He’s the drive that pushes them all forward, and the glue that holds them all together, and if Keith can keep that alive by sacrificing himself, he doesn’t consider death too great a loss.
Clearly, however, Lance doesn’t agree. “That’s not what I meant,” he chokes out, voice watery and blue eyes shining with unshed tears. “That’s not what I meant at all, you idiot. This isn’t about the team, or Voltron, or even the whole goddamn universe.” His hands shift, sliding across Keith’s shoulders and up his neck to cup his face. Keith fights not to lean into the warmth of Lance’s hands, but when Lance gently tilts his head back he knows it’s a lost cause. He’s so weak to the man standing in front of him. Weaker still to the way his bright blue eyes bore into Keith, more intense than they’ve ever been before. More urgent. More desperate. More filled with longing.
“I’m your right-hand man, aren’t I?” Lance asks softly, so close now that Keith can feel his warm breath against this skin. “We’re in this together, you and me. I’d follow you to ends of the universe. So just please,” he pleads. “Please. Promise me you won’t go where I can’t follow.”
And how can Keith say no to that?
The tears are falling down Lance’s cheeks now, wet streaks against his dark skin. And, this time, seeing Lance so upset over him, over the near loss of him, Keith’s heart does break. It cracks and shatters under the weight of Lance’s grief, and Keith already knows it will never fully recover. Even if he tries to tape it back together and pretend it’s all alright, there will still be fragments missing— little shards that will belong to Lance, and Lance alone, whether Lance realizes that or not.
Keith closes his eyes and lets out a long breath. He turns his head into Lance’s hand, pressing his lips lightly against Lance’s skin, and if Lance is surprised by the gesture, he doesn’t show it. Doesn’t try to pull away or even protest.
“Ok,” he murmurs against Lance’s hand. “Ok, Lance. I promise.”
He’d do much more for Lance if Lance ever asked it of him, but supposes this promise is a good place to start. And when Lance smiles for the first time all day, and then pulls Keith into a tight embrace, he wonders why he ever thought leaving was a good idea. Lance’s arms are warm around him, more comforting than anything Keith’s ever known, and beneath the palm Keith’s spread flat against Lance’s back, he feels the faint, steady thump of Lance’s heart. Takes comfort in the fact that Lance is alive and well and right there with him. Takes comfort in the fact that Keith himself is still alive to feel it.
Oooo, for the prompt thing, what about Lance talking to Keith in a quiet moment where the BoM and Voltron are actually in the same room about why Keith really left... Like, what was the 'other' part of the reason Keith left? Lance probably thinks it has something to do with hiiimmmmmmm
Lance sits in the common room with Keith next to him. Their knees touch slightly. Lance sighs and listens to the sounds of Hunk hovering over something in the kitchen and Pidge entering some numbers into her laptop. Shiro confers quietly on the other side of the room with Allura, Kolivan, and a couple of other blades. The setting is familiar. It’s comfortable. Lance smiles to himself and turns to murmur something quietly to Keith when he pauses.
Ah. Of course.
Where he eyes should meet shades of red he only sees purple. He sighs. Reality comes crushing back.
“Yes?” Keith waits expectantly. Lance shakes his head. His hand gently reaches out to lower Keith’s hood. His fingertips brush against his pale cheek.
“God, pull this down when you’re in here. Your cool, mysterious act fools no one.” Lance smirks. Keith pulls his face away with a pout.
“Just hiding my mullet from you.”
“You gonna try to grow it into a sweet braid?” Lance sneers. He nods over to where Kolivan stands. “Get a super long one like Kolivan and whip your enemies with it?” He moves his head in slow arcs like he’s in a shampoo commercial. Keith frowns… then caves. He smiles shyly.
“No, that would be a huge disadvantage. Enemies could grab me by it.”
“You should tie your knife to the end of it and just SCHWING! SCHWIP!”
Keith laughs at Lance’s sound effects. He can’t remember the last time he laughed like this.
“Keith! Are you paying attention?” Kolivan turns over his shoulder. Imposing and serious as always.
“Yes sir!” Keith sits up. Kolivan nods, then resumes talking to Shiro.
“Jeez,” Lance scoots close so that their sides are against each other. His breath fans against Keith’s ear.
“No fun allowed.”
“You don’t get to be leader by telling jokes.” Keith chuckles. He lets his head turn and he realises how incredibly close he is to Lance. Lance’s expression is relaxed and looks at Keith with lidded eyes and a lazy smile.
“Are you having fun?”
“W….what?” Keith’s pulse starts to hammer. Had he been caught staring.
“With the blades. Are you having fun there?” Lance’s eyes narrow curiously. Keith relaxes. He doesn’t pull away when Lance slides his arm behind him on the couch.
“Fun is… not the word I’d use…”
“Come back then.”
“Lance…” Keith sighs. “I’m needed there.”
“We need you here.”
“No you don’t, I’m superfluous. We have six paladins and only five lions. Shiro is a better leader than me so…”
“So I’ll sit out!”
“No!” Keith suddenly reaches for Lance’s arm. He grips it tightly. His eyes look panicked. “No I don’t want that.”
Lance scowls. His mouth forms a hard line and he pulls his arm away.
“Is that what this is all about?” His voice is dangerously low. “You leaving just so I get a lion?”
“No! No!” Keith shakes his head aggressively. “Lance I…”
“Please, Keith please don’t be the reason you left.” This time it’s Lance that initiates the contact. He gently touches Keith’s thigh. It’s warm. Keith heaves out a long sigh.
“Lance… you are much more important to this team then you realise.” Keith picks up his gaze and forces a smile. “That day… when you came to me and told me about how we need our best paladins to make our strongest team?” He huffs a humourless laugh.
“I never doubted that you would be in a lion. You are one of our best, Lance. I said to not worry about it, because I knew that you would always be in a lion. Maybe not blue, maybe not even Red but…” Keith smiles. He puts his hand on top of Lance’s. Lance stares dumbstruck.
“You’ll always be needed in Voltron.” Keith smiles wider.
“We need you too.” Lance leans closer. Keith shakes his head.
“I’m just a pilot. And good at stabbing things, but you…” Keith leans forward. He dares to cup lance’s cheek with his hand. Lance blushes up to his ears.
“Lance you do things that I could never do. You lift the team up. You’re good with plans and knowing when to fight and when to run. You keep this team together.”
“Then why can’t I keep you?”
Keith’s hand drops. He feels floored. Air escapes his lungs in a rush. He blinks several times as he tries to compose himself. As he tries to build up his walls again in the face of Lance’s brutal honesty.
“I didn’t leave so you could stay.” He swallows. “But I knew I could leave, because the team still had you and Shiro.”
Lance pouts. He’s not satisfied but he knows this isn’t the place to argue. He falls forward until his head thumps against Keith’s shoulder.
“Come back in one piece, you hear?”
Keith wraps his arms around Lance’s middle. He tries to burn the feel of his jacket, the warmth, the weight against his chest into his memory. He isn’t sure when the next time he’ll be able to do this again.
Lance chuckles. It surprises Keith.
“I can’t believe you’re not embarrassed hugging me in front of your new dad.”
“He’s not my new dad.”
“But do you think he’ll yell at you if he sees you getting sentimental?”
“Yeah, but I’ll fight him.” He chuckles and squeezes Lance tighter.
“My money’s on Kolivan.”
“Dude, you’re tiny. Have you seen you with the other blades? It’s hilarious.” Lance laughs into Keith’s chest. It’s warm and rumbles pleasantly. Keith smiles and melts further into the couch.
You feel Jin’s weight settle next to you on the bed, returning from wherever he stormed off to not ten minutes earlier. Sorry or not, his apology doesn’t take back all the ruthless things his sharpened tongue have said, or act to ease the flow of tears running down your face. He’s usually such a sweetie - such a goofball with his terrible jokes and cheesy smiles - so seeing him lose his temper like that… having him yell at you for the very first time… it’s shocked you to the core.
He reaches out to touch your back, unable to hide the hurt he feels when you flinch away. When he softly utters your name you can hear the regret lacing his voice, and despite all the pain you feel you can’t help but lift your face from your knees to look at him, this man you love so much.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and expression he wears is so guilt-ridden, so tormented, that you feel some of your own anger start to slip away.
“I’m sorry too,” you whisper back, tilting your face into his hand when he reaches out to wipe your tears away. Jin’s touch is so comforting, so soothing, that you don’t resist when he moves closer, cupping your face in both hands now. The way he leans closer to you is cautious, his eyes flicking between yours for any sign that you’re going to run away, but much to his surprise you’re the one closes the gap between you. You bring your lips to his in an eager kiss, your hands finding the front of his sweater and gripping it tightly to pull him closer.
“I didn’t mean… what I said…” Jin mumbles between the meeting of your mouths, his fingers pushing back your hair and then grabbing at your back, pulling you into him as you start to tug at his clothes.
“Jin… just shut up.” His sweater coming off cuts short any reply what he might have had, your tongue slipping into his mouth ensuring he remains mute save the languid groan of pleasure he makes as you fall onto your back, pulling him with you to lie between your legs. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to lose the rest of your clothes, and when Jin starts to touch you gently between your legs you only wait a few seconds, no more, before pushing his hand away and whispering against his lips that you’re ready.
He needs no more encouragement than to hear those needful words from your tongue to give into that most primal of urges. He lines himself up with your achingly wet core and then slowly starts to push inside, his kisses never ceasing even as you gasp at the feeling of his thick length stretching you open beneath him. The feeling of Jin beginning to move inside you, his hands worshipping every inch of your body… there could be no better comfort that he could provide.
He rests his face against the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with sweet, loving kisses as he maintains the slow, steady pace of his hips, dragging his cock back and forth inside you to stimulate all your deepest, darkest places.
“You’re so beautiful… I love you so much.”
You hate it when he’s like this. Arguments you can handle easily enough; blessed with a quick mind and wide vocabulary, verbal slanging matches are practically your forte - but this? The cold shoulder, the sullen silences, the dean-pan expression and icy stare? You have no idea what to do with this.
It makes you feel nervous, chewing on your bottom lip and playing with a frayed thread on your shirt as you wait for Yoongi to explode; to shout, to scream, to throw things, anything. Anything but just stand there on the other side of the room, arms folded, regarding you like you’re something nasty he just found on the bottom of his shoe. You knew you were asking for trouble when you kept teasing him earlier, talking back and making fun with the rest of his friends. The dark look settling Yoongi’s eyes should’ve been enough of an indicator for you to stop, but you’d liked making them laugh and you’d liked being centre of attention, so you’d carried on, unknowingly pushing him far beyond his limits of tolerance.
“What do you want from me, Yoongi?” you sigh eventually, peeking out at him from under your lashes. Silence. “You want me to say sorry?” He cocks his head to the side. “Well I’m sorry, ok?” Still he says nothing, and you end up losing your patience, letting out a loud groan of frustration and shoving your head into your hands.
“I don’t want your ‘sorry’s’,” he drawls after a moment, voice soft and deadly, and you lift your face to look at him over the tips of your fingers, wide eyed. He starts to walk toward you, letting his arms fall from his chest, rotating the ring on his index finger round and round. “What I want… is for you to never disrespect me like that ever again.” Yoongi stops short of the sofa, just a pace or two away, his eyes blazing as he glares down at you. “I want you to not to be such a fucking brat.”
You take a sharp intake of breath into your hands, equally shocked and confused by his savage tone and the heat you can feel unfurling deep in your belly in response to it.
“I want you down on your fucking knees, showing me you can do as you’re told, for once.” What?
Your hands fall from your face, sitting up just a little bit straighter as you try to figure out if Yoongi’s serious or not. The steely look in his eyes and the obvious bulge in his sweats are enough to convince you of his intentions, and before you know it your body is moving down to sit on the hard wooden floor at his feet, your hands grabbing at the elasticated waist to tug them down.
“Open your mouth,” Yoongi tells you sharply, grabbing the base of his hardened cock and pointing it towards your lips expectantly. You do as you’re told, letting your jaw go slack as you look up at him from under your eyelashes, taking a breath when you feel him grab a hold of the back of your head. He pulls you onto him, slipping the entire length of his cock into your mouth and down your throat in one fell swoop, and then holding you there with a grunt of satisfaction. When you start to caress the length of him with your tongue, your throat burning, you watch as pleasure softens the harshness of his features.
Though Yoongi’s still rough as he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth, some of the anger seems to have faded from his eyes, a smirk forming across his face as you moan around him. His other hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his cock slipping back and forth between your spit slickened lips.
“Can’t talk back now, can you?
It’s been six months since yours and Jung Hoseok’s paths have crossed. Six months since he walked out of your life, shouting and slamming doors, tired of having the same argument with you again and again. You’d convinced yourself you were long over him, sure that if you ever saw him again you’d be able to look him square in the eyes and feel absolutely nothing.
Oh, how very wrong you were. He had to be here, tonight of all nights, when you’ve already fallen out with the people who’re supposed to love you most. All you want is to drown your sorrows, but when you catch sight of Hobi from across the dance floor, his body moving fluidly to the music, you can’t deny the magnetic pull that draws you across the room. He hasn’t seen you yet, too busy beaming his 1,000 watt smile at the petite girl grinding against his side, and even though it hurts you to watch, you can’t look away.
Hobi always understood. He was always the one to put you back together after mother had torn you apart with her sharp tongue and harsh criticisms, and you find yourself aching for that comfort from him now. Thoughtlessly you approach until you’re only a few steps away, standing in the middle of the dance floor like some kind of motionless moron, gasping when his eyes pass over you and ready to sob in the split seconds between him looking away and then doing a double take. You see his mouth form the syllables of your name, and though the music is far too loud the memory of his voice makes it almost so you can hear it anyway, a thrill running down your spine.
He steps away from the girl - she’s thankfully too drunk to mind - to stand directly in front of you, his eyes running all over you from top to toe, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.
It’s only when he reaches out to touch your cheek, his eyebrows knotted in concern, that you realise you’re crying. You pull away abruptly, shaking your head and roughly wiping your eyes, but the damage is already done. That simple touch has been branded into your skin now, and all you can think about is having more and more and more. Apparently, Hobi feels the same. He grabs your hand and drags you away from the dance floor, towards the toilets, and when he finds the one marked as disabled he pushes you inside and then locks the door firmly behind him when he enters too, ignoring the shocked look on your face.
For a few moments you both just stand there, absorbing every inch of each other, but right when you’re about to speak Hobi suddenly launches himself at you. Your back slams into the countertop behind you as his mouth does the same, meeting yours in a hard, fervent kiss that smacks of desperation, and then suddenly his hands are hooking behind your thighs, lifting you onto it so he can stand between your legs. Your hands are in his hair, pulling on it, trying to get him closer even though you know it’s not physically possible, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours.
There’s someone banging on the toilet door - people must’ve seen the two of you run inside - but you couldn’t care less. All you can focus on is Hobi’s fingertips grabbing your thighs, hitching up to your skirt as you yank open his pants, craving the feel of him inside you after so long. As quickly as you can pull his long cock free he’s sliding you off the counter and onto it, thrusting inside you barebacked as you wrap your legs around his hips, knowing instinctively that you’ll be wet enough to take it. You always were.
“Shit, I missed this pussy,” he grunts into you ear, bouncing you on his length.
“I missed you, god, I miss you.”
Hitting the ‘send’ button with far more force than necessary you let out a scream of frustration, throwing your phone across the room and onto the sofa for a soft landing. Yes, you’re pissed off, but you still don’t want a broken phone. Namjoon wrecks enough of your stuff without trying, you won’t give him the satisfaction of being responsible for that too.
You’re not replying again, no matter what he has to say for himself. In fact, you’re not even going to read his response. Deep down, you know you’re over-reacting - him not doing the dishes is hardly worth this amount of aggravation. Truth be told, every time he does it you usually end up having to to the store to buy more to replace the ones he’s dropped and smashed on the floor, but that’s not the point. The point is Namjoon always makes these promises about things he’s going to do to help out more around the house, and then something bigger and better and more important comes up, and you’re left to do all the grunt work. Every time.
You pointedly ignore the flashing light on your phone for the rest of the night, knowing that he won’t be home ‘till really late and still soothing too much to make up in the meantime. It’s left abandoned on the sofa when you go to bed, too, only managing to fall asleep after you’ve helped yourself relax with a long, hot bath that helps to melt some of the stress away.
It’s Namjoon climbing into bed next to you that wakes you up a few hours later, though you still pretend to be fast asleep until you feel him start to shuffle up against your back, his face pressed between your shoulder blades.
“I’m still mad,” you murmur, your voice husky from sleep, and mad you might be, but you still can’t find it in your heart to pull away from him into the little bit of space left on your side of the bed.
“I know,” he mumbles back, the words blowing hot across your back, shuddering involuntarily at the lingering kiss he presses there. In the pause that follows Namjoon gingerly places his arms over your side, bracing himself for rejection but squeezing you tightly when it doesn’t come. “Do you still love me?” He asks it so cutely, his voice sugary sweet, and despite all your earlier irritation you end up huffing a laugh at him, placing your hand on top of his where it rests on your stomach.
“Of course I do, you dick.” Namjoon laughs now too, kissing the slope of your shoulder as you twist your head round to be able to look at him.
“Good.” He plants another kiss and then another, working his way upward until he’s pressing kisses to your neck too, all the hairs on your body standing on end when he whispers, “Because I love you too.” When you feel his hand start to slowly make its way southward you do little to stop it, more than happy to make up in the most pleasurable way possible, sighing softly when it slips under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
It doesn’t take Namjoon to work you into a frenzy, rubbing gently at your clitoris and then running his fingers through your folds until they’re slick with warm arousal, all the while kissing your neck, loving the skin with his lips and his tongue. He pushes your shorts down over your hips, separating your bodies for just a second to remove his boxers, and then he’s taking hold of your uppermost thigh and lifting it, supporting it as he positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance.
“Joonie,” you sigh softly, arching your back against him, feeling him smile against your neck before slowly sliding in from behind. He groans when his long length is fully seated inside of you, feeling your warm walls clench around him in welcome.
“Babygirl, you feel so good.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to think?” Jimin yells, brandishing your phone out by his side, waving it around like a taunt.
“He’s a friend Jimin, that’s it!” you shriek back, a hand in your hair as you pull at it in frustration. Sure, those text messages from Baekyun might’be been a little flirtly, but you know he didn’t mean anything by them, not really. Obviously, your boyfriend doesn’t see it that way.
“Oh yeah, it really looks like it. Real friendly.” A sneer twists Jimin’s usually soft, pliant mouth, your stomach twisting unpleasantly too when you see it.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t go looking through my phone if you’re gonna have such a fucking problem with what you find.” You see his fists clench at his sides, his eyes narrowing as he glares back at you from across the room, and it takes every bit of your willpower to force yourself not to look away, to stand strong and glare right back. You know if your heart of hearts that you haven’t done anything wrong, so you’ll be damned if you let Jimin make you feel guilty. Fuck that.
Still, when he suddenly stalks towards you, throwing your phone to the side, you can’t help but flinch in anticipation of what he might do. He grabs a hold of each of your upper arms, squeezing hard as his dark eyes flit back and forth between yours, and then all of a sudden he’s crashing his mouth to yours, rushing you backward until your back slams against the wall.
“Jimin!” you muffle against his mouth, your eyes wide as his hands start to roam all over you, grabbing at your hip, groping your breast, fixing your bottom lip between his teeth and biting, hard. “What’re you-”
“No one but me gets to touch you like this, you hear?” he growls into your mouth, already pulling up your skirt with one hand as the other flips open his belt. His tongue pushes into your mouth as he shoves his jeans down to sit just below his shapely ass, pulling his erection free from his boxers to leak pre-cum onto your favourite top as touches you through your panties. “You think Baekyun could get you this wet? Shit, I barely have to touch you and you’re dripping for me.”
“Jimin,” you groan helplessly, loving how rough and forceful he’s being even though his fingers hurt and you’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow. Fighting or not, all you want is for him to take you, now, right here, wreck and ruin you in his name.
He grabs one of your thighs and hitches it over his hip, bending at the knees and pulling your panties to the side to line his cock up with your entrance. He thrusts up and into you savagely, splitting you open with his girthy length, and once he’s deep inside you he picks up your other leg so they’re both wrapped around his waist, supporting your weight with help from the wall you’re still pressed against.
“Baekyun couldn’t fuck you the way I do,” Jimin grunts, snapping his hips back and forth as you cry out again and again, grabbing onto his shoulders, your head tilted forward, tears streaming from your eyes. He’s fucking you so hard that his hip bones are digging into you with every thrust, sharp and painful, but you don’t care, you want it to hurt. It only makes it feel better.
“Say his name, I fucking dare you.”
You and Tae have never had a complicated relationship. You’d gotten on instantly when you‘d first met working as a make up girl under BigHit’s paycheck, fast friends ever since. You’ve got the same sense of humour and humble upbringings; even the same fashion sense 99% of the time. He’s always invited you to the group’s dance practices too, though you get the feeling that if Tae could’ve taken back tonight’s invitation without having to give you a reason, he definitely would’ve done.
He’s been off with you ever since you stayed the night last weekend, replying only intermittently to your texts with short, clipped sentences that just aren’t like him, and for the life of you you can’t figure out what’s wrong. It’d been a normal night; you watched movies, ate crappy food, talked. Nothing out of the ordinary. You’d hoped seeing him in person might improve things but Tae’s been avoiding you all night, barely saying a word. The only time he paid you any attention was when you’d been playing thumb wars with Jin, and then his stare had been intense that it was you who’d to look away first.
Once practice is over you expect Tae to wait for you as he usually does, but when you straighten up from collecting your things off the floor you see his back already disappearing through the doorway. You call his name, running after him, grabbing hold of his arm and forcing him to stop.
“What the hell is going on with you lately?” you question, ignoring the awkward look you can see on Jimin’s face as he passes. “Aren’t you giving me a ride home?” Taehyung just stares blankly back at you.
“Why don’t you get Jin-hyung to take you?” You raise your eyebrows at him, infuriated when he copies your gesture. What’s that supposed to mean? Huffing, you drag him back into the studio and lock the door behind you, determined not to leave until you’ve gotten this sorted out.
“Why’re you bringing Jin into this Tae?” He avoids your eyes, staring at his feet. “Is this about what I said the other night?” It’s the only possible thing you can think of; you’d asked whether you should ask Jin out on a date - he was sweet and funny and always made a lot of effort to speak to you, so why not? It’s not like you’d been getting any other offers lately. Still, Taehyung says nothing. “Look, if you think it’d be too weird for me to date one of your friends you should just say so.”
“It’s not just Jin!” he suddenly snaps, his deep voice raised in volume, “I don’t want you to date anyone at all!” Your mouth hangs agape for a moment - Tae’s never shouted at you before, not once.
“Why not? I know you’re protective of me, but-”
“Because I want to date you, ok?! It should be me, not Jin!” he blurts out, slinging his bag off of his shoulder to slide across the wooden floor and into the mirror. You’re at a total loss for words, struck mute by his confession. “And I know I’m too young for you and I’m immature and I’ve never… I’ve never told you any of this.” Taehyung strides over with more decisiveness you’ve ever seen from him, grabbing hold of your hands in his. “But I love you, I’m in love you with you.” And then suddenly he’s kissing you with an intensity and a fierceness you never knew he was capable of, pressing his body against yours and squeezing your hands so tight it’s like he’s afraid to let go.
“Tell me you feel the same, please, Noona, I need to hear you say you love me too,” Taehyung pleads, his forehead resting against yours when he pulls away, his eyes closed tight like he’s in pain.
“Of course I do,” you whisper, taking his face in your hands and smoothing out the worry lines with your thumbs, finally letting yourself succumb to all the feelings you’ve been holding back for so long. “Of course I love you. I always have, Tae.” The look of amazement and wonder on his face is so pure, so sweet that it almost makes you cry until he starts kissing you again, deeper and needier than before, more perfect than you ever dreamed it could be.
Before you know it he’s dragging you to the floor with him and you’re both pulling off your clothes, desperate for the intimacy you’ve both deprived yourselves of for so long. You’re too caught up to even properly appreciate the sight of each other naked for the first time; just feeling, tasting, touching one another, wetter than you’ve ever been in your life when Taehyung finally finds his way inside. He starts to move only when you’re gasping and begging him to do so, tilting your hips up to help him find and abuse your g-spot.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Noona,” he groans into your shoulder, his thick, hardened length throbbing inside you as he moves.
“This is perfect… you’re so perfect.”
Jungkook’s in one of his silly, playful moods tonight. Usually it wouldn’t be a problem - you love the times where you get to play around and laugh together - but you’ve got a paper due tomorrow, one you’re already way behind on, so you really don’t appreciate the way he keeps poking and prodding you in an attempt to get a reaction, tickling and teasing you when you’ve already repeatedly asked him to quit it.
When he goes so far as to start tapping the top of your laptop, flapping the screen down over and over and over again as you try to type, your frayed temper finally snaps. You round on him, the stress you’re under making you respond far more angrily than you normally would, fingers clenching the keyboard so hard that it creaks.
“WIll you just stop it?” you yell, oblivious to the way Jungkook shrinks back into the sofa a little, startled by the ferocity of your voice. “Can’t you just act your age, for once? Maknae or not you’re still supposed to be an adult, Jungkook, so maybe you should start thinking about growing the fuck up.” He blinks at you once and then twice, expression completely blank and unspeaking as you glare back at him, almost daring him to give you an excuse to let rip once more. He doesn’t utter a word though, not as he rises from the couch or as he leaves the room, shutting his bedroom door quietly behind him.
It doesn’t take you long to calm down. As hot and quick as your temper is it always burns out fast too, and by the time it does you’re feeling truly awful about what just happened, guilt sitting heavy in your stomach when you think about the way you spoke to him. It’s useless trying to work now - even without Jungkook here to bother you you still can’t concentrate - so you shut your laptop with a sigh and then ready yourself to go eat a slice of humble pie, approaching Jungkook’s closed door and knocking softly. There’s no answer, but you don’t hear a ‘go away’ either, so you decide to forge ahead cautiously, opening the door and poking your head through the gap to look inside.
Jungkook’s sat on the edge of his bed, his ps4 controller in hand, eyes fixed on the TV as his fingers move mechanically over the buttons. He doesn’t acknowledge you as you approach, nor does he when you sit gingerly beside him, but when you try to place your hand on his knee he abruptly jerks it away from your reach. You deserve that, you know you do, so you try not to take it to heart.
You lean forward to look at his face and when you do you’re devastated by what you see; his cheeks are red and splotchy, and even though his eyes are dry now you can tell by how puffy they are that he’s been crying. God, if you felt awful before, it’s nothing compared to how you feel now.
“I’m so sorry…” you murmur, looking guiltily at the floor, “Kookie, I-”
“Don’t call me that,” he snaps, pausing his game to glare at you icily, “I’m not a baby.” You flounder for a moment, wanting so desperately to touch him but frightened he’ll push you away again.
“I know you’re not, Jungkook… I didn’t mean what I said, I was just… stressed out and angry and… I know that’s not an excuse.” You’re rambling now, wanting to make it better but unable to find the right words to say under such an intense gaze. “Let me make it up to you.” This time when you reach out to touch him Jungkook lets you, albeit still reluctantly. He lets you place one hand on his cheek as the other settles on his thigh. He lets you kiss him too; softly, apologetically, and with all the feeling you can muster. He’s slow to kiss you back, but when he does it’s with a needfulness that makes you groan, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, delving deeply. All his earlier upset from your harsh words has morphed into a will to dominate, a desire to show you just powerful he can be that has him grabbing onto you so hard that it starts to hurt.
When you dig your fingernails into the meaty muscle of his thigh Jungkook abruptly pulls you onto his lap to straddle him, and suddenly you’re all too aware of his erection pressing hot and heavy against your core, gasping when he shifts his hips underneath you. He grabs onto your waist, grinding you down against him, smirking at the moan that leaves your lips.
“Are you gonna tell me that that doesn’t feel like a man, huh?” he growls, circling both of your hips to provide agonising friction against your clit, stimulating you through your clothes until they’re practically soaked through. “I guess you won’t want me to fuck you then, will you, if I’m such a child… if I’m so immature?”
“Please… Kook-Jungkookie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” you mewl, grabbing onto his shirt, your body trying to ride him even as he shoves you off of his lap.
“Take those off,” he orders and instantly you obey, stripping your lower half, your mouth practically watering as you watch him strip and then lie back flat on the bed, stroking his cock with his hair dangling into his lust-darkened eyes. You crawl back onto the bed when he beckons you with his finger, sitting astride him with your core hovering above his cock, dripping into his lap with how aroused you are. He rubs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing you until neither of you can bare it any longer, finally grabbing onto your hips and pulling you down onto him hard, grunting as your ass slaps into his lap.
“Come on baby, show me how sorry you are.”
My oh my, those just got longer and longer didn’t they?
I know a lot of people are upset that we didn’t get to see
Dean carry Cas’s body into the house—and don’t get me wrong, I wanted to see it
too; but can you imagine them actually trying to film that scene? It would’ve
“Okay—just jump up here” Jensen says, squatting down some
and holding out his arms.
“No way!” Misha yelps instantly, backing up a few paces.
“You’re gonna drop me!”
“I won’t drop you!” Jensen scoffs, opening his arms wider
now and motioning for Misha to move.
“Hell no! As soon as I jump, you’ll drop me.”
“I’ve carried you before, man. Did I drop you then?”
“That was for photos and shit—two seconds tops. This is a
whole scene!” Misha argues, putting his hands on his hips.
“C’mon, guys! Are we doing this or what?” Phil calls out from
somewhere behind the monitors.
“Yep!” Jensen answers quickly and then motions to Misha again—this time,
with an urgent look on his face.
Misha rolls his eyes but eventually moves in closer, bracing
one hand on Jensen’s shoulder before throwing his own body into the air.
They both immediately tumble to the ground.
“Dude—why are your arms around my neck?”
“I don’t want to fall again!” Misha whines, looking warily
towards the gravel as Jensen scoots along.
Jensen breathes out a strained laugh at that . “Yeah, but you’re
supposed to be dead. This is kinda killing the illusion.”
“I don’t think so” Misha mutters, obviously choosing to be
“Seriously, dude? I can’t carry dead-Cas inside,
bridal-style!” Jensen huffs, shifting his arms a little to try and keep Misha’s weight
in the air.
“Why not? You carrying me to my death bed is pretty much the
same as you carrying me to the marriage bed … especially on this show.”
Jensen quickly drops Misha again.
Jensen is out of breath—and his back is hurting like a
mother fucker, but he hunkers down to lift Misha up once more.
And this time—Misha slumps his body backwards and completely relaxes his
muscles, which nearly breaks Jensen in two.
“Oof! God—damn!” Jensen grunts, trying desperately to step forward
across the dirt and grass. “It’s like—ugh—carrying
a—agh—a sack of wet leather!”
Misha slits one eye open and smirks at his costar. “You’re so sweet, Dean. This is
why I fell for you in the first place.”
He’s prepared to be dropped this time,
and he laughs as he rolls out of Jensen’s arms.
“What’s goin’ on, guys?” Phil yells out across the clearing.
“Nothin’!” Jensen wheezes, bending his body over his knees
as he tries to catch his breath. “Just—just need a minute!”
A second later, Jared is bounding up to them. “Hey, y’all
Misha chuckles and goes over to pat Jensen on the back. “Yeah—someone
just needs to spend more time lifting weights.”
Jensen immediately sneers up at the other man. “And someone else needs
to lay off the pizza!”
“How about I be the one to carry him in?” Jared says
suddenly—loud enough for Phil to hear it too.
“We could try that” Phil says, sounding frustrated and just
eager to get this scene over with.
“What?” Misha yelps. “No way! No, no, no, no, no! No way
Jared is carrying me!”
“Wha—why?” Jared asks, feigning some puppy dog innocence that is damn near Oscar worthy.
“You know exactly
why!” Misha insists, taking several steps backwards to be out of the moose’s long reach. “Phil!
You can’t be serious! Jared is just going to throw me in the lake if we do it
Jared’s face bursts into a giant grin, and his eyes sparkle like a
Disney character whose wish just came true. “The lake! I didn’t even think of that!”
Misha groans loudly, and Jensen is laughing– all while Phil is angrily
rubbing his temples behind the monitor.
“Are we ready yet?”
“One more sec, Phil!” Misha answers, turning back to look at
Jared and Jensen with a face of warning.
“How about we both carry him in?” Jared suggests, and it
sounds genuine but Misha still isn’t falling for it.
“No! Not gonna happen! Then you’ll both just throw me into
Jensen rolls his eyes but he can’t stop himself from
smiling. “No we won’t, man. Seriously—we’re losing the light here. We need to get
“I know that! Don’t you think I know that? But this is my
dead body we’re talking about and I need to make sure it’s respected!”
“We’ll respect it” Jared insists.
“Since when have you ever respected it?” Misha counters.
“Okay! Alright! Just… Jared, get back there—we’re gonna try
this again the way it’s scripted, okay?”
Jared holds up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, but I’ll be over here
if you need me.”
“We won’t need you” Misha warns, knowing Jared’s deviousness
all too well and it’s starting to make him break out in hives.
Jared laughs but finally backs away, until he’s far off on the other
side of the set.
Jensen then takes a deep breath. “Okay, man. Let’s go. Let’s
Misha nods, and they both seem determined now.
With a heave and some careful balancing, Misha is once again in
Jensen’s arms and Jensen is once again, huffing his way to the front door of
the cabin. He’s huffing a lot … he sounds like he’s in pain.
“You okay?” Misha whispers, trying not to look up or move
his mouth much—because, he is dead after all.
“Fine” Jensen wheezes shortly, but he doesn’t sound very
“You sure?” Misha asks again.
“Shh!” Jensen snips, trying to concentrate.
Misha finally peeks up at him. “Your face is really red.”
Jensen doesn’t answer, he just strains to keep Misha in his grasp.
“And your veins are popping out of your neck.”
“I’m acting” Jensen finally grunts.
“Acting—constipated?” Misha asks.
“Ow—okay, now you’re pinching my ass!”
“Well, I need to hold onto something!”
“You need to hold onto my ass?”
“It’s got the most grip.”
“Okay … okay … now that just tickles!” Misha starts to
laugh, squirming a little and it eventually throws Jensen off balance.
“F—fu—fuck!” Jensen wobbles to one side and sends Misha
rolling dramatically onto the ground.
“I can help!” Jared yells out, sounding so excited, he
might just burst.
“No … no, that’s alright, Jared” Phil cuts in, just as Misha
is lifting himself from the dirt. “We’ve been talking and we think we’re
just going to cut this scene. It’s uh … it’s not working out.”
With that, Misha throws his fist into the air victoriously, and Jensen drops exhaustively to the ground with the
overwhelming relief—and Jared’s disappointed moans can be heard all the way on
the other side of the lake; echoing out “Aw, man!” and “Damnit” and lamenting all the glorious opportunity
that he’s just lost.
you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where
the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big
sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with
him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is
awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who
played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered
and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea —
is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he
tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he
does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on
her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that
on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them
“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.
Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.
“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.
“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.
“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.
“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.
“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.
“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”
He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”
Tags- Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader, being in heat, dom/sub undertones, smut
Word Count- 2800ish
A/N: For @spnabobingo. The reader is in heat and needs an Alpha to take care of her. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
Everyone is downstairs, trying to catch a glimpse of anything happening inside Mrs. Miller’s apartment. You feel bad, you really do. No one deserves to be murdered, let alone in their own home. And the fact that it seems to be a completely random, nonsensical murder in your apartment building is unsettling.
But you can’t join the rest of your neighbors outside her door, peeking in over the caution tape and straining their ears to hear the police talk. Not when you’re sweating and cramping and curling your toes at a very ill-timed heat.
❝ The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. After forgetting to click out of his pornhub incognito tab last night, you find yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Jungkook at 3am watching the rest of it.❞
Can you do one where Lance is super smart and he gets fed up with the team acting like he's stupid, so be basically snaps at them?? I love your stories!! They're awesome!
Thanks so much! I hope you like it!
“Thank you for agreeing to meet with us Princess Allura,” Kolivan bowed to her. She gave him a small smile and a nod. They were gathered around the dining hall table with the Paladins and Alteans on one side and the Blade of Marmora on the other. Kolivan pulled up a stolen layout of a Galran base and placed it on the table.
“There is valuable information, regarding the locations of important members of the Blade and our allied rebel forces stored in this base’s hard-drive, it is imperative that we get our hands on it and away from the Empire,” Kolivan started. “We need to find a way in without being spotted, and complete the mission without alerting the Galra. We were able to infiltrate successfully some time ago, and have access to some of the surveillance feeds and schematics,”
Immediately the room was filled with the sound of ideas being thrown around; Lance quietly listened to the different scenarios coming from his teammates and stored them in the back of his mind quickly picking out the flaws and how he could secretly tweak them when they were out in the field. He realized that the others would reluctant to listen to his ideas because of how he had already presented himself to the group. So he decided to quietly help them in the background instead. He pulled up the information on his screen and scrolled through the information available. Without a word he began highlighting points on his map that would require extra surveillance once they entered the base. Unbeknownst to him; Kolivan was watching over his shoulder with interest and nodding along to each dot. After Lance stopped and absentmindedly nodded his head, Kolivan put his hand on his shoulder. Lance yelped and he shot around to look at the leader of the Blade.
“Apologizes Blue Paladin, I would like to hear your ideas for this infiltration,” he admitted giving Lance all his attention. Lance gave a tentative smile and opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Hunk and Pidge’s laughter. His head turned to the two and he shrunk into himself a bit knowing that the two were laughing at him. Kolivan only looked with a raised brow.
“Sorry Kolivan, but you don’t want to ask Lance for ideas,” Pidge giggled. The two of them cracked up into laugher, eventually dragging the rest of them minus Lance, Kolivan, and Coran who were looking at them incredulously.
“I apologize, but perhaps I’m misunderstanding. Please explain why I should not consider the Blue Paladin’s suggestions,” Kolivan said stepping forward. The laughter stopped aside from a few sniggers and they looked toward him.
“Kolivan. Its Lance, Mr. Razzle Dazzle, get all the girls and glory,” Pidge said with finality. “His plans probably involve a lot of shooting and not getting anything done,”
“Yah, he has fighting power but when it comes to infiltration…” Hunk continued with a shrug. Lance could feel the blush traveling up his face, and his shoulders bunched up further as if to protect him.
“All his brain can store, are cheesy pickup up lines and weak insults,” Keith commented. The others burst out laughing again; Allura and Shiro only giving weak smiles. Kolivan looked down at the blue paladin and while he seemed shocked and saddened; he could see anger stirring in his eyes as well.
“Hey! I have more in my brain than that, I have good ideas!” He cried trying to defend himself.
“Really, a thousand times ten?” Keith asked with a smirk. Lance’s eyebrows drew down with an angry grimace.
“I was trying to break the tension,” he growled. His hands were clutching the armrests of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. Shiro stood up from his chair and carefully approached the angered teen.
“Its okay Lance,” he said soothingly. “We all have our weaknesses, this is just yours,” he gave him a soft smile. Lance looked at him in pure disbelief; this man was the leader of their group and he was going to let Lance believe that he couldn’t contribute to the planning of this mission.
“My weakness?!” Lance growled. “You know what?! I’m done!” He yelled jumping out of his seat and pulling his screen along with him to the front of the room. The others looked at him with quirked eyebrows.
“What? Going to shows us the pretty dots on your map?” Keith taunted with a smirk.
“No, each of these dots is a mistake that you over looked,” he hissed. He pointed to the first one and pulled up the surveillance from the base’s server room. “This is a PXY-6075 system, you were going to go in blind with a code not appropriate for this system, it would shut down the entire thing and we would lose everything,” he swiped across his screen and sent a code to Pidge’s system. She pulled it up out of curiosity and her jaw dropped before she looked up at Lance.
“Lance, this is genius,” she muttered. He ignored her and went to the next beacon. A security camera showed a hallway were Shiro suggested they infiltrate on the way to the server room. He turned to the leader with crossed arms.
“This hallway is filled with blind spots and vents, how could you even think that this was a good place to enter?” Lance asked with a quirked brow. Shiro only crossed his arms in defense.
“It is the fastest way to the server room, we need to get in and out quickly,” he replied. Lance gave him a short glare.
“So because it is the fastest way to the server room, it is automatically the safest, you’re putting the safety of your teammate on the line in order to complete the mission faster?” he asked getting closer to Shiro who tried to avoid his eye. “What would have happened if we went down here and there were drones or weapons in the vents, we could have died in there,” he pulled the map back and brought up a different hallway. Shiro looked at it and back at Lance for an explanation.
“It’s a maintenance hallway, the other direction from where this one is, it is fully surveillanced with no blind spots and no places for anything to be hidden,” he said pushing the screen into Shiro’s who looked at it sheepishly. He zoomed out letting the outside of the base show. He turned to Allura who jumped at being in the teen’s sights.
“The defense of the base is different from the cruisers we come across Allura; if we had gone on the mission and used what we usually did we would have gotten caught and the entire mission would be compromised,” he stated bluntly. He brought up the schematics of the base and pointed along the foundation “This area is susceptible to fire, if I send out an electrical pulse along the base, it should collapse the barrier without any alerts to the Galra,” she carefully nodded it response watching the tiny barrier breaking down on her screen. Lance looked around at the ashamed paladin avoiding his gaze around him.
“Need I go on?” He asked quietly. He humphed when he only received sheepish nods. He turned to Shiro and pushed a finger into his chest.
“Next time when you say something about someone’s “weakness”, don’t. None of us are weak and you out of all of us should be the one to see that,” he said pushing him back. He turned to Keith.
“You shouldn’t be so insulting,” he said standing beside his chair. “I know that I haven’t shown you what I’m capable of but you don’t have to be so condescending,”
“You shouldn’t be so quick to judge,” he stated turning to focus on Pidge. “I try to come off as the carefree goofball because let’s face it, we’re fighting in a war and we’re a bunch of kids who probably shouldn’t be out here,” he turned to look at Hunk as well at this point. “You should know that I’m smarter than I act, you have known me the longest,”
“Lance,” Hunk tried but Lance only raised his hand between the two of them.
“Please let me finish,” he pleaded. “I wasn’t at the Garrison as a charity case or anything, and everyone here ignored that. I tried to do the best I could to keep the peace and keep the image of comic relief because it seemed to help you perform better,” he looked down at the ground trying to avoid the gazes of his teammates. His hands were shaking by his sides, the only visible sign of his anger through the entire rant until he started to feel a tremble in his lip and tears gathering in his eyes.
“Lance…” he heard Shiro hesitant voice call. His head shot up causing a tear to roll down his cheek as his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
“No! I don’t want to hear it!” he shouted shocking the other into silence. “You have been pulling this shit for too long, and you didn’t think anything of it! Well, it hurts! It hurts and no one cared enough about me to stop it!”
“Lance, we’re sorry,” Pidge said reaching out for the teen trying to put her hand on his arm. He slapped it away and started making his way to the door to leave. Before he left he put his hand on the doorway and looked back at Allura.
“Call me for the mission, I need to cool down for a bit,” he said quietly. Angry tears still streaked down his face, be he felt and looked resigned now. He turned and left, leaving the bridge in thick silence. It was broken by Kolivan making his way to the entrance to follow Lance to wherever he decided to hole up. Just like Lance, he looked at the others before he left.
“Perhaps next time, you should get to know your soldiers before you judge what they are capable of,”
➭ “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”
pairing: jungkook x reader genre: smut, angst wordcount: 10k
Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.
Warning(s): Sensitive topics ahead, a few characters are ooc, acts of violence
A/N: 1 part left ! aLSO credit to @nonbinaryreddie aka QUEN for helping me out throughout this series with lil bits im stuck on, i love you! sorry for any mistakes i-
Everything was hazed, Richie felt distant as ever; almost as if his own soul was lingering outside of his skin. His skin was pricked by cold sensations, with his heart beat flickering in his ears.
Where was he?
His eyes almost felt as if someone was holding them shut, everything aching all over his body and he felt his blood strike though his veins icily. Something was terribly wrong, not to mention the sense of dread that pierced his core.
author’s note: GUYS IM SCREAMING because i hit 1k and wow i just wanted to thank you guys by posting something. i love YOU THANK YOU FOR READING MY STUFF and since i never leave a link to my masterlist i thought i should this time so here it is. → masterlist
tom would be the most extra fiance ever like he wouldn’t ever not talk about how he’s engaged to the most beautiful girl ever
LOL WHO AM I KIDDING HE’D SAY YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED
especially in interviews like he’d be on press tour to promote his movie and the interviewer would slip in a congratulatory and tom would be like
“thank you, thank you so much, really. i’m happy, my wife is amazing”
and the interviewer would be like tf i thought this kid was engaged
“it says here you announced your engagement yester-”
and you’d always tell tom that he couldn’t go around telling people you two were married when you two JUST GOT ENGAGED
it was sending mixed signals everywhere
especially since tom liked to wear a ring on his wedding finger
he’d just wanted everyone to know that he was taken because if you had a ring showing the entire world that you were his, why couldn’t he have one to show off he was yours???
it was the cutest thing ever and it never failed to make you smile whenever you saw his hand
anyways since he had to finish filming a movie and do a press tour you guys decided that your wedding would be after he finished both
that’s probably one of the reasons he couldn’t shut up about you to everyone because he was SO EXCITED
Request from @jyttoaudios: I was wondering if u could make a smut where you and tom are friends with benefits and he gets all sensitive over the fact that your starting to see someone and it leads to to a lil angst and a lil sum sum us know what I’m saying hmmmmm
A/N: hopefully you enjoy Pt.1 xx- Mikayla
Rolling over you get out of the bed quietly. Picking up your phone and unplugging it off the charger. Bending down you pick up a shirt slipping the article of clothing on. Looking back at the bed, your longing gaze breaking as you exit the bedroom. Your feet padded against the flooring slightly as you headed towards the stairs. Memories of last night flashed through your head sending a throbbing sensation down to your core.
Yawning and stretching your arms as you made it down each step slowly. Your body exhausted from the night before. Tessa’s tags jingled made you look over. She was standing on the couch now looking at you. A happy smile on her sweet face. Walking over you press a kiss to her head and rub her ears. Seeing a happy Tess when you woke up always made your day.
Tessa jumps off the couch and follows you towards the kitchen. Clicking the power button on your phone to see it’s twelve thirty. Turning on the coffee pot you lean against the counter. Your hip slightly digging into the counter which you regretted quickly. A twinge of pain makes you stop leaning against the counter and lift your shirt up.
Your skin was tinted purple with long bruises from where Tom’s fingers were last night. The skin sensitive and dark in some areas. A loud sound comes from the coffee machine indicating the coffee was ready. Moving your coffee mug you grasp the handle and pull it out of its home. Pouring the hot liquid in the cup your phone starts ringing loudly.
Putting the coffee away you reach to grab your ringing phone. You were afraid the sound would rise upstairs and wake Tom. Almost dropping it out of quickly grabbing it you let out a sigh of relief when it doesn’t fall. Hitting the green button you raise the phone to your ear. A smile on your face after you saw who was calling.
“Good morning, you still on for today?” He asks as you reach for the dog food. Placing it on the counter you grab Tessa’s bowl.
“Yeah, I’m at a friends house so I’ll have to go home and get ready for tonight” Filling up the bowl you see her waiting by her water bowl. Tail wagging happily as she awaits her food. Setting it down you pat her head and she starts munching away.
“I bet you’ll look gorgeous no matter what” his voice was deep from him probably just waking up. He’s the one you’ve been calling when you couldn’t talk to Tom. It was hard just being friends with benefits with Tom. You wanted a relationship aspect.
“Oh stop it Leo, you’re such a charmer” you giggle taking a sip of your coffee. The caffeine rushing through your system to wake you up. The two of you had plans to meet at a coffee shop to just have a relaxing date. Coffee was perfect because you had to work on a term paper that night anyways. If you had tea you would want to wind down and procrastinate longer on your assignment.
“I can’t help it you’re absolutely stunning, I don’t know how anyone can pass you up” he chuckles making you smile. You couldn’t help but blush at what he says.
“Alright well I’ll see you soon okay?”
“Later love, see you soon” the line ends with a beep as you set your phone down on the counter. Tessa barks loudly making you turn around to see Tom walking over shirtless and in sweatpants. Your eyes traveling down his body admiring his abs.
“Good morning love, you’re up early” Tom grins sleepily walking towards you. Reaching up he runs his fingers through his tousled curls. His bicep flexing as he did that motion. Tom is irresistible with that body of his. Placing your mug by the sink it clinks against the countertop.
“I have plans today, I needed coffee to wake myself up even more” you explain as he gets closer to you. Backing you against the counter with nowhere to go. The feeling of your heart beating faster and faster started making you uneasy.
“I thought we were going to spend the day together since I’m back in town?” the warmth of his hand against your cheek was soothing. Leaning your face into the skin of his palm you let out a sigh.
“Well I made plans before you came back, I’ll be home for you tonight isn’t that fair enough?” it was unfair that you had to revolve your plans around him. You were the one always having to wait for him to come home. With this friends with benefits situation and adding that he’s a celebrity made it feel like a one way street.
“You always spend the time I’m here with me an-”
“I have to go get my stuff so I can leave” Brushing past Tom you head back towards the stairs. He smelled heavenly and you needed to leave as soon as you could. He was too damn tempting for your own good. That’s probably why you go back to him all the time. You just couldn’t stay away.
Walking into Tom’s room you see your clothes littered across the floor. Your heels were on separate sides of the room. Not even remembering how they got there. Taking off Tom’s t-shirt you pick up your dress off of the floor. Slipping it on you then pick up both of your heels. Putting them you groan realizing this looks like a walk of shame.
Rolling your eyes because of how it looks you grab your purse that was at the foot of the bed on the ground. Grabbing it you take a cursory glance of his room. Just to see if you left anything. Leaving the room you make your way down the stairs. Your heels clicked once they made contact with the wood flooring when you reached the bottom.
“Have fun on your date” Tom’s voice comes from around the corner. Turning the corner you see him holding your phone. The screen lighting up with notifications on the screen.
“You didn’t go through my phone did you?” snatching it out of his grasp you see Leo’s name on the messages. Your eyes scanning the messages quickly checking he didn’t say anything. You were pretty sure Tom didn’t know your password.
“That you two are meeting at our spot? No I didn’t go through your phone but I did answer it” your eyes widening at what he just said. He could have said something to Leo and you have no clue what it could have been.
“Fuck you Holland..” you grit pushing him away from you. His bare chest firm under your palm.
“Well you did last night.. Might I add you weren’t complaining either” his cocky smirk plastered on his face. You wanted to slap it off so hard, your hand was trembling by your side.
“I can’t believe you’re acting like this.. It’s like you’re envious Tom” the tone that voice had was flat as you glared at him. He rolled his eyes crossing his arms, biceps bulging when he did that.
“I’m am not.. Who is this guy anyways?”
“I don’t have to tell you anything Tom.. I’ll see you tonight” taking your car keys off the hook you leave his house. Closing the door a little harder than normal you take a deep breath. Making your way across the street you walk down the sidewalk towards your car.
Pulling your glasses out you put them on. Unlocking your car you get in and take off towards your home. Your phone was ringing but you just ignored it. At the moment you didn’t want to talk to anyone because of how frustrated Tom made you feel. All the time it was an array of emotions.
“I can’t believe he answered the goddamn phone” you mutter to yourself as you turn the corner and proceed down the road. Your phones loud ringing makes you emit an annoyed growl. Reaching over you pick up your phone off of the seat.
“What is it Tom, I’m not going back to your house for a -”
“Uh love.. It’s Leo is everything okay? So you really were at a guys house?” his question making your heart drop. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid.
“I just crashed at his place is all, I got too drunk to drive home” you lie gritting your teeth after cause lying was the thing you hated the most.
“I’ll see you at the coffee shop later, just wanted to check on you after what he sa-”
“What did he say?” the sound of your voice rose a bit from your nerves. You hated every second of what’s happening at the moment.
“That you stayed the night with him in his bed”
“Of course he would say that” you huff out resting your phone on your shoulder as your cheek was pressed against your phone. The position keeping it in place as you made your way home. You normally had to drive around for a while before going home. Paparazzi loved to follow you around and it was fucking obnoxious. Sadly that’s what you get for being in any proximity of Tom.
“I’m sorry what he said Leo, we just go way back and Tom’s a little asshole alright?” quoting Mackie as you get out of your car once it’s in park. Leo says his goodbyes before you hang up the phone holding it in your left hand.The gravel next to your driveway crunched under your heels as you walked towards your front door. Fishing out your keys from your purse you put the key in the lock.
Turning the key you twist the handle opening the door. It creaked as the door moved with you walking inside. The heater doing it’s job welcoming you into warmth. Today was a chilly day in London and you were glad your heater wasn’t broken. It had a tendency to break when you desperately needed it the most.
Your dog comes walking up to you with a happy bark. Kneeling down you ruffle her ears. Her spotted tongue sticking out from the side of her mouth. Pressing a kiss to her head you stand up and walk to the kitchen. Pictures of you and Tom from when you first became friends were around your house. Especially the ones of the events you went to. Along with your family you had photos with Tom’s family.
Picking up Kayley’s water bowl you hold it under the sink as you fill it up. Her tags jingle making you look over. She was jumping up and down, her long tail wagging in excitement. She was a year older than Tessa but bigger due to being a Rottweiler mix Lab. The two of them were best buds whenever you would have Tessa over to watch her if Nikki couldn’t.
“C’mon love let’s go to the closet and pick out an outfit for tonight yeah?” after you set her bowl down she follows you upstairs. Kayley of course made it up the stairs first as always. She sat at the top waiting for you to make it up the stairs.
The lighting of the coffee shop was dim thankfully. Your migraine had grown over the span of time that you were home. Tom was trying to lure you back to his place. All he wanted was a hookup and today you just wanted to be with Leo. Locking your door you one more time you turn and head towards the doorway.
Opening the door you head inside the cozy warm building. Shrugging off your coat and slinging it over your arm. Looking around your eyes scan the room for Leo. His dark hair was the first thing you saw. Leo’s eyes met yours and a smile raising to his face. His smile infectious as one rose to your face. He truly is a handsome man with his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that made you feel as if you were drifting out to see the longer you looked into them.
“Hey love, can you believe the weather outside?” his accent thicker in person than on the phone. Setting your coat down on the chair at your table you give him a peck on the cheek.
“I’m honestly glad I brought a jacket” realizing it’s a jacket Tom bought you instantly making you mentally face palm yourself. The barista keeps looking over at you making you uncomfortable. She knew you came here with Tom often.
As time went by the more and more you found out about Leo. Sure you two have been talking for two months but now you seemed to find out even more. He told you about the adventures he went on when he traveled last summer. That was one of your favorite things, traveling. You wish you could’ve traveled with Tom but his manager didn’t want people getting the wrong Idea.
Which made it harder for you because you fell for Tom. Feelings took over and destroyed your thoughts on being friends with benefits. You never truly knew how Tom felt about you so you just kept letting that arrangement continue. The longer Tom was away the more you felt alone. That’s a big reason why you started trying to find someone. When you finally met Leo you thought things could change. After today you knew it was going to end badly.
“Now what was it that you really wanted to talk about, you said you needed to be honest with me about something” Leo hands you your coffee that he ordered for you. Earlier you sent him a text of what you wanted.
“I wanted to explain more about earlier and why I was really at Tom’s house”sweat started to form on your palms. Nerves were kicking in on how you were going to explain this. Praying to God he would understand everything.
“So you took him to our place and in our spot?” the familiar voice making you freeze in your spot. Your eyes wide seeing Leo’s facial expression turn into confusion. Looking back you see Tom in a black coat and his curls slightly messy from the wind. His fingers run through them smoothing down a bit.
“What do you mean by our?” Leo questions raising an eyebrow looking between the two of you. Before you could say anything Tom has a smirk on his face. That damn fucking smirk.
“As in her and I come here, this is our spot and you coincidently choose our spot before she came here?”
“Tom stop it now, go home I said I’d see you later and now is not later” you huff standing up so you’re now looking up at him. Some people looked over and some had their phones out. The last thing Tom needed was drama being started.
“So this is the famous Tom Holland” Leo says bluntly standing up from his seat. You looked over at him questioningly because you never mentioned Tom’s last name.
“Yeah I am.. Oh darling.. You forgot these in my bed last night” Tom reaches into his pocket pulling out your red lace thong. A gasp leaves your mouth as you snatch them out of his hand. Reaching for your purse you put them in there. Your cheeks were flaming from embarrassment.
“Is that what you wanted to tell me about? That you’re sleeping with him?” Leo’s tone was flat as he looked down at you. His figure was a bit taller than Tom’s so you felt like he was towering over you.
“Are you mad she was calling my name out last night and not yours?” Tom sounded so smug as he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek. Tom’s lips press against yours in a quick kiss. Your hands naturally going to his face , his jawline against your palm. Tom pulls away from the kiss , his fingers still holding your chin. Looking over you see Leo looking pissed off at the two of you.
“ Why you lil-” Leo lunges at Tom making your fight or flight instincts kick in. The name that comes out of your lips surprises you. Stepping in front of Tom, Leo’s fist ends up hitting you instead. A whimper of pain escaping your lips as Tom pulls you into his arms.
“I-I’m so sorry” Leo looks panicked as he sees you rubbing the sore spot on your shoulder. Tom’s arm rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. All that was happening you were shaking like a chihuahua.
“Ever come near her again and you won’t like what I will do, got it?” Tom grits out at Leo, his body tense as you leaned against him.
“If I would have known you were whoring around with him I would have never considered dating y-”
“Get the fuck out of here before I beat the fuck out of you for hitting my girl” his voice lashed out at Leo making the coffee shop go silent. Leo mumbled something before taking off towards the entrance.
Looking around there were people with their phones out. The barista comes over telling people to please put their phones away. She sticks her arms out standing in the way blocking people. Tom’s finger lifted your chin so you’d look up at him. His eyes looked concerned as he gazed down at you. A bit of your heart shattered as you looked at him. Your chance of a normal relationship just went out the door.
“C’mon darling, let’s go home.. We need to talk about things”
Roman Godfrey in a stable relationship is a sight to behold;
here are some head cannons for him when he’s off the market.
Due to his troubled upbringing, Roman has difficulty with
expressing his emotions. His significant other should not expect him to be
declaring his love for them from the onset and throughout their relationship, although
that does not mean that he won’t warm up to the idea. Just give the guy some time;
he’ll come around in his own way.
Roman is very protective of his partner, sometimes so much
that it could become a little too unbearable which could potentially cause
problems for the two of them if his significant other is not aware of the
supernatural. An example of this would be that he would want / need to know how
long for, whom with, and where his partner is if they are out and about,
especially at night, without him.
He doesn’t have malicious intent, its common knowledge that
Hemlock Grove doesn’t have the lowest mortality rate when compared to other
towns; he just wants to keep his significant other safe.
With keeping that in mind, he’s definitely the type of
boyfriend who will tell his partner “text me when you get home so I know you’re
Roman’s one of those tall guys that will use his significant
other’s head as an armrest.
Green eyes are very fitting for Roman due to how easy it is
for him to become jealous. He doesn’t come across as it, but he can be a little
insecure and sensitive at times. If he just so happened to catch his partner
talking to another guy then he’d be all clenched fists and staring the
offending person down.
He’d then traipse on over and put his arm around his significant
other, pulling them close and making it very obvious that they were his and
most definitely off the market.
“Hey, babe, who’s this?”
It’s not that Roman doesn’t trust his partner, he does, he
just doesn’t trust everyone else.
Roman takes on the position of the big spoon in the
relationship but he isn’t against being the little spoon once in a while. If he’s
had a bad day and is feeling down, he’d find comfort lying in his partner’s
Even though it doesn’t seem like he listens most of the
time, he does. If his significant other mentioned in passing that they had seen
a particular dress or piece of jewellery that they liked, but couldn’t afford,
then he’d surprise them by leaving the dress on their bed with a handwritten
note or gift the necklace to them in the midst of one of their dates. He can be
quite romantic when he wants to be.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS
Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long.
Summary: Phil loves everything about Dan, but he loves kissing his thighs more than anything in the world. Word Count: 1,144 Warnings: None A/N: Y'all asked for thigh kissing, so I granted your wishes. If you would like to support me and my writing and get perks such as getting my fics a day early, head over to my patreon!
He loved the way he smiled, those dimples caving in on his cheeks, his entire face brightening up as though he was the happiest man alive. Phil had no doubt that, for a while, he was the happiest man alive. He was always grinning whenever Phil was around and then he would look at him with those gorgeous chocolate eyes, ones so soft and filled with fondness that it took Phil’s breath away.
He loved the way Dan had started to wear his hair curly, showing a confidence that didn’t used to be there. But it was there now, shining in a way that made him look like an entirely different person. He held himself taller, spoke loudly, and his hair was wild and so soft that Phil loved to run his hands through it.
“Phil, you’re messing up my hair,” Dan would complain when he did this, but he wouldn’t push Phil away and just let him twirl a curl around his fingers.
Request: Can you do a oneshot where the reader is an avenger and 18, she meets the team and the guys are being super flirty with her but have no idea that’s she is 18 and when they find out, they’re embarrassed about flirting with her :). Sorry if this super specific and long
Being the new avenger was exciting. I had been able to shape shift into any person or animal that I wanted to since I was 5 years old. I scared my mother the day I turned into a dog. She could move things with her mind and she wasn’t sure of what I could do until the day we were eating dinner and I decided to act like a dog and turned into one.
Since then, I would do small things like tricking my friends or I would turn into a bird and fly away. Like Spider-Man, I decided to use it for good. What really caught the public’s eye, was the day a grizzly bear stopped a gas station robbery. That same day Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff showed up at my house. They explained to me and my mother that they wanted me to join the avengers. Naturally, my mother put up a fight and said I was too young, but I am 18 so legally I can go. Waving goodbye to my mother 6 months later and I was officially part of the team.
“You should turn into a cat, then when the team crowds around, turn into yourself.” Tony suggested.
“I can’t” I laughed at him, “When I shape shift, My clothes don’t change with me so I can’t turn back until I’m in my room, usually.”
“We’ll see about that.” He started thinking to himself.
“Guys this is y/n” Nat called out t the team.
“Hello” I waved to everyone “I know who you all are already, I read the file.”
“Nice to meet you” Steve shook my hand. “We didn’t hear much about you, it was suppose to be a surprise.”
I smiled, looking around the room at the team. I noticed Sam, Bucky, Thor, Peter, and Steve were looking me up and down. I met Sam’s eyes and he winked at me and gave a slow nod of admiration. Bucky looked away quickly, Steve also winked, Thor smirked at me and then walked away, and Peter quickly turned around and started a conversation with Wanda. I noticed Clint and Bruce were watching the same thing I was and looked at me and then the guys and shook their heads.
Once everything was finally settled, I made my way to the kitchen to get a small snack, I had finally finished unpacking. I was searching for a snack when I hear someone speak up behind me.
“Nickle for your thoughts?” Steve spoke calmly
“I’m pretty sure it’s penny.” I laughed at him
“I just think your thoughts are worth more” he smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“Really?” I rolled my eyes “That’s so lame”
“What?” He moved a tad bit closer leaning on the counter. “I just wanted to start a conversation.” He chuckled.
“So start” I reached for the box of cheez-its, but it was too far up. Steeve reached up above my head and grabbed it. I couldn’t help but look at his bicep. Quickly looking down when our eyes met.
“Like what you see?” Steve smirked “There’s more underneath.”
I blushed at first and then realized, he is old, I’m still 18 and I don’t think he knows that. Instead of telling him, I laughed at him and walked away.
The next person to talk to me was Sam Wilson. I had wandered into the theater room and put a movie in. Sam saw this and wanted to join.
“Can I join you?” He asked as I made my self comfortable on the love-seat, taking up most to the small couch.
“Sure if you can fit” I joked, moving my legs slightly.
“I played tetris as a kid.” He smirked at me coming closer to the couch.
“Your point?” I asked slightly confused.
“I can make it fit.” He winked at me. I didn’t even react, I just had a straight face and I realized that he didn’t know my age as well, and just like Steve I didn’t tell him.
Peter Parker approached me the next day, as I made my way to the kitchen, he tapped my arm.
“Morning y/n” He greeted me with a warm smile.
“Mornin’ Pete” I smiled back. He followed me into the kitchen.
“Hey y/n,” He got my attention back to him “Can you feel my shirt?”
“Excuse me?” I asked, confused.
“I’m serious” He held out the bottom of his shirt and I touched the soft fabric.
“What about it?” I was still confused.
“Does it feel like boyfriend material?” I asked seriously. I laughed at him as my cheeks slightly turned red.
“Absolutely not” Tony cut in “Not allowed.”
“Why do guys have to be such jerks?” My friend Andrea spoke to me on the phone. I had her on speaker while me, Wanda and Nat sat in the living room.
“I know how you feel Ann. What we need is a genie” I joked. “Three wishes would be nice.”
“That would help a lot actually” Nat joined
“What’s one thing you would wish for?” Wanda asked “ I would wish for world peace. Typical I know.”
“I’ll have to think about that.” Andrea said on the phone.
“Ditto” Nat spoke up, thinking quietly.
“I would wish for the perfect guy” I joked, earning a small chuckle from Nat.
“Here I am.” Bucky stood in front of us “What are your other two wishes?”
I couldn’t handle this anymore. I had to tell them how old I was before this got worse. I found it funny but I can’t be this cruel.
“Hey guys” I spoke up walking into the kitchen causing everyone to look at me “I have done some thinking.. Some of you, not naming who, have tried to flirt with me.” all the guys looked at each other. “As flattering as that is, I think you should know something about me, and maybe this will make you rethink some things.” I tried to fight the smile forming on my face. “I’m only 18.”
Every single guy, except for Peter, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Vision, went pale. They froze and looked at each other.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE” Sam yelled, obviously embarrassed.
“I thought it was funny” I laughed at them
“I already knew that” Peter winked at me
“Lady y/n” Thor looked up from the ground “ I wasn’t sure of your age so I didn’t say anything, but I did not expect that”
“I feel horrible” Steve apologized. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything as he continued to stare at the ground.
There was a long awkward silence as we slowly continued our business.
“Wait, You guys hit on her?” Tony raised his voice.