because he knows deep down that this is the last time

Handy

Part 1:

The last thing Lance remembered before the bomb went off was a deep searing pain where his exposed hand held onto the door frame for dear life.

Then nothing.

He woke up to a dull ache filling his body.

He tried to sit up but found himself half buried by the rubble of the Galra base they had been in.

Lance groaned as he pushed the rubble away only to scream in agony.

When Lance was ten he had fallen off his bike and broke his arm, until now he didn’t think anything could be worse then looking down and seeing his bone sticking out just under the skin.

Then he looked at his hands.

All the skin on the back of his hands were gone leaving nothing but exposed muscle and bones visible between the large puss filled blisters that had swollen up from his palms and we almost wrapping round the back.

Lance just about managed to turn his head to the side to avoid throwing up over his own chest.

It hurt so much he could barley think. Only the realisation that his team could also be hurt and need him managed to get through.

Lance isn’t sure how he managed to get the rubble off himself.

His body seemed to be working on auto pilot dragging himself down the halls.

“Lance! Keith yelled as he saw the blue paladin wall past. He breathed a sigh of relief.

If he was walking then he must be fine.

Lance slowly turned to see Keith struggling to support Hunks weight between himself and Pidge.

Other then the odd cut and bruise they both seemed fine.

Hunk on the other hand had a large gash just above his right eyebrow and seemed unconscious.

“Cover us while we get him to the lions, your out sharpshooter after all.” Keith smiled.

He assumed that the reason why Lance was so pale and shaking was because of the state his best friend was in. He needed him to focus.

Lance nodded only half understanding what Keith was asking. He just knew he had to protect them… even if that meant holding his bayard.

Keith clearly satisfied by the answer turned and started the agonisingly slow treck to the hangars.

Lance swallowed the lump in his throat as he activated his bayard. Tears prickling his eyes and a scream desperate to escape his throat.

Oh God it hurt just to hold it, let alone shoot.

Lance knew he should tell Keith. That he should admit he needed help.

But just as h opened his mouth to say something the hallway was swarmed with sentries.

With his friends in danger Lance did what he did best.

He began to shoot.

Head shot after head shot he took care of any that got too close.

He even kept going when the blisters on his hands burst and he saw white spots dancing in front of his eyes.

But he got them through. He got them to the lions.

For the mission they had only taken Black and Green so Lance was thankful he didn’t have to pilot Red back to the castle.

He was able to just sit on the floor next to Hunk as Keith flew them out of there.

“How’s he looking?” Keith asked once they were in open space.

When Lance didn’t answer Keith was stabbed with panic in his gut.

Was Hunk that bad?

He put Black on auto pilot and hurried to the back of the cockpit only to find Lance slumped against the wall breathing heavily and staring unseeingly ahead.

“Lance?” Keith asked crouching down and placing a hand on his shoulder.

When he got no answer he tried again, giving his shoulder a little shake. “Lance? Come on answer me!”

Keith was starting to get scared now. Lance was just sitting there like he didn’t even hear him.

It was then that Keith looked down at Lance’s hands.



Allura and Shiro were waiting for Blacks door to open and were greeted by Keith’s terror filled scream.

They exchanged a glance to each other before running in nearly colliding with Keith who was carrying Lance.

“He didn’t say anything! Why didn’t he tell me!” Keith had tears running down his cheeks.

For one terrible moment Shiro thought Lance had died. Then he saw the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Unfortunately he also saw his hand laying across it.

Shiro didn’t ask what happened. Instead he took Lance from Keith and ran to the pods.

———————-

Hunk got out of the pods an hour after being put in.

He joined the others sitting in the infirmary watching Lance.

They watched as the Pods dissolved his hands into quintessence, too badly damaged to do anything but amputate in order to save him.

By time Lance fell out two days later he was missing his arm up to his elbow on the right and up to his shoulder on the left.

Soon as Lance saw the damaged he broke.

He began screaming and sobbing, the others wrapping him up in a hug .

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Lance cried over and over again.

“This isn’t your fault.” Shiro said firmly, his own stump aching in sympathy.

“I can’t be your sharp shooter anymore. I can’t cover you.”

Keith had to leave.

He had asked Lance to cover them… maybe if he hadn’t then Lance would still be whole.

Maybe Lance’s hands would of had a chance.

Some leader he was… he broke his team mate… his friend.

—————————-

Happy Birthday @taylor-tut

Moving (Ethan)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

“Well..” You said with a sigh, placing your hands on your hips as you stared at the empty boxes in your kitchen. “We better start packing.”

Your boyfriend Ethan stood in front you, running his fingers through his hair. He didn’t know where to begin and he hated moving just as much as you did which made for a pretty lousy team.

“This is going to take forever.” He groaned. “Are you sure you want to move to New York?”

You scoffed. “It’s already done, you goof. I signed the paperwork. Now quit whining and get to it.”

You snapped your fingers at him to which he reluctantly began emptying your drawers while you stretched on your tip toes to reach the glass bowls in the kitchen cabinet. You had always dreamt of moving to New York from the time you were a little girl. You wanted so desperately to escape the dramatic and superficial life you were living in LA. You were a wanderer and never cared to stay in one place for too long. Meeting Ethan changed that…at first. You couldn’t picture life away from him but over time, through the past three years of your relationship, things were beyond solid so really there was no better time. Ethan was sad but he understood, besides he had landed a job in New York with MTV alongside Grayson so you would still see each other all the time.

You heard Ethan close the drawer. He couldn’t possibly be done already. He laughed as he came up beside you and reached up to grab the bowl you were straining so hard to reach. You shrieked when his palm collided with your ass a second later, nearly sending the antique in your hand shattering against the floor.

“Ethan!” You punched his arm. “Don’t do that when I have glass in my hands!”

“But I just want your ass in my hands, baby.” Ethan whispered seductively as he moved swiftly to stand behind you. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you backwards so that your ass was pressed against his hardening cock.

“Really?” You groaned. “Now?”

“Yes, now.” Ethan whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was low and deeper than usual which only meant one thing.

“Remember what I told you when you first moved in here?”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“No. What did you tell me?”

“I told you that you couldn’t move out of this place until I fucked you in every single room here.”

You felt the familiar tightening between your legs as you involuntarily clenched. God damnit. This boy.

“Now, I don’t think we ever did that. Did we?”

You gulped. Honestly the only place you and Ethan really had sex was the bedroom. Anywhere else seemed foreign to you.

“N-no.” You stuttered out.

“Then I think before we pack we should get to it.”

You paused for a moment before a smirk crept its way across your face.

“Where first?”

Ethan laughed devilishly in your ear before pressing hard against you, nudging you forward. He pressed his hand against your back, bending you over the counter before reaching down to strip you of your skimpy little shorts and panties. You spread your legs a little, giving him quite the view.

“God damn. I love looking at you like this.”

You felt yourself clenching again as you turned your head to look over your shoulder at your man while he wiggled himself out of his clothes. First his shirt, revealing his chest that looked like it was crafted by the Gods and then finally his sweatpants and briefs which he struggled to get over his thick thighs and long legs. But really it was that fucking thing of pure art hanging between his legs that always left you soaking wet. He was thoroughly well endowed and his cock stood straight, long, thick and veiny, just waiting to slip inside you and stretch you in a way that only Ethan could.

“Fuck.” You whispered more to yourself than to him.

With no warning Ethan positioned himself behind you, pushing the head of his cock between your wet folds until it was slipping inside you, pushing past your lips and filling you up. You gripped your fingertips hard into the kitchen counter, whimpering as he slid the entirety of his length balls deep inside you until his pelvis was pressed against your ass.

“Christ.” Ethan groaned. “So tight.” He placed his hands on top of yours on the counter as he began to thrust hard, jerking your body back and forth. His thrusts were sharp and rough and it was just how you liked it. You always came quickly when he fucked you like this.

“Fuck, baby.” You gasped as he began to quicken his pace. The sounds of his skin slapping against your own echoed through the walls of your soon to be empty apartment. You weren’t going to last long at this rate and Ethan knew this all too well when he reached a long arm around your body, his hand finding it’s way between your legs. He bent forward a little, allowing his fingertips to slide over your sensitive clit, rolling in circles while he continued to piston his hips against you. You cried out in ecstasy, practically screaming his name as your first orgasm hit you, making your mind go blank and your legs shake. Ethan pulled out and spun you around, pressing a hard kiss against your lips before tugging you towards the living room.

“E.” You panted. “Go easy on me.”

But Ethan responded with only a coy smile when he sat down on the couch, cock still standing tall, as he patted his thigh for you to sit on him.

“Get on it, baby.” He moved his hand to grip the base of his intimidating cock. He wiggled it a little, quirking an eyebrow at you. God damn it if he wasn’t the sexiest human being you had ever laid eyes on.

With some hesitation, only because you were still recovering from your first climax, you straddled Ethan’s lap, hovering just above where he wanted you the most. Growing impatient Ethan dug his hands into your hips and lowered you onto his waiting cock.

“Ah!” You cried out, obviously still very sensitive. Your hands and arms flew to wrap around his shoulders while you buried your face into his neck. You whimpered as he guided you up and down. You circled your hips the more you grew accustomed to the new position until you were grinding back and forth across his lap. Ethan shut his eyes tight as his hands clutched into the skin of your ass.

“God, yes.” He groaned. “Ride it just like that.”

You could hardly breathe, your mind going blank once again as your orgasm crept closer and closer. You didn’t know how, even after three years, he still
made you feel this way. You pulled back to get a good look at him, the stubble on his chin, the wild look in his eyes, his mouth that was slightly parted. He was truly a gift.

“Fuck.” He breathed against you, leaning closer to kiss your lips. He moaned your name and that was all it took. Your entire body stiffened and your legs began to tremble as your juices came flowing out of you and onto Ethan’s lap. He came soon after you, pulling out and spilling onto his own stomach. He held hold you tight against his body before wiping himself off with a nearby towel. He sauntered back towards you in all his naked glory, pressing his damp and sweaty forehead against your own giving you gentle kisses on your cheeks, your chin then finally your lips.

When you had caught your breath you pulled away while he sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“You know the couch would probably be more comfortable.” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Not for what I’m about to do.” Ethan grinned at you, leaning in, hovering his lips in front of yours.

“Ethan I don’t think I-”

“Shhh.” He whispered placing his finger against your lips before dragging it down your chin, your neck, across your beasts then finally between your legs. He pressed his index and middle finger against your sensitive clit, which he began rubbing at gently.

“Fuck!” You whimpered. “Ethan, please.”

“Hmmm.” Ethan hummed, letting his fingers slide down to your pussy which of course was already dripping wet again. You didn’t know how you had this much stamina but you were positive you weren’t anywhere near finished.

“You have such a beautiful little pussy, you know that?” Ethan said seductively, his eyes glancing down between your legs. You felt vulnerable with him gawking and toying at you like this and you began blushing. He leaned back before scratching at the scruff of his beard. He looked so fucking good with that five o clock shadow of his.

“I think I want a little taste.”

You felt your entire body tense. You didn’t know if you could handle another orgasm but when Ethan started crouching down between your legs you couldn’t help but give in.

Ethan pressed his cheek against your thigh which he began peppering with kisses. You felt the roughness of his stubble rubbing in between your legs. God you loved that feeling.

“Ethan.” You sighed, tilting your head back as he moved his mouth to your pussy. He licked a long stripe from the base of your folds all the way up to your clit which he eagerly sucked into his mouth. Your entire body shivered from the oversensitivity as Ethan began sucking at your sensitive bud. He wrapped his arms tight around your thighs, locking you against his mouth. You whimpered, your body falling limp against the couch as you gave into the sensation. Ethan moaned in satisfaction, sending tiny electric currents through your entire body. He was too good at this. Ethan moved one hand between your legs and pushed two fingers into you. He curled his fingers upwards causing you to cry out. He looked up at you innoncently, his mouth still wrapped tight around your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out. Your entire body tensed up, your toes curling, and your back arching. You were surprised to find yourself pushing against his mouth for more, your ass nearly sliding off the couch. Ethan withdrew his fingers and clamped them around you again, burying his face deeper into you. You came hard on his tongue, your entire body quivering as your hands flew to his hair. You pulled gently at him until he finally released you, letting you calm down.

“Mmm.” Ethan hummed, licking his lips. “Fucking delicious.”

You couldn’t help the blush creeping over your cheeks again. He absolutely loved going down on you. You let out a heavy sigh, your entire body collapsing against the couch. Three fucking orgasms and you were absolutely spent. Ethan cradled you in his arms and lifted you up off the couch. You didn’t bother protesting as he carried you to your bedroom and laid you out on the bed. He curled up beside you, wrapping a strong arm around your hips. You nestled into your pillow, lacing your fingers with Ethan’s as you both laid there naked under the covers. You were about to fall asleep when you felt Ethan’s mouth at your ear.

“I’ll let you sleep now but I hope you know when you wake up we still have three rooms left.”

His words went straight to your core that was shivering in the most delicious way. Ethan wasn’t finished with you yet. Not at all.

EXO / Their S/O gives them the silent treatment

Request: I was wondering if you could do a reaction with Exo. Maybe after a fight what would they do since you’re giving them the silent treatment!

Thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Xiumin

Originally posted by cosmicanomie

This wasn’t the first time he annoyed you to the point where you stopped talking to him altogether. At first, he always got mad that you did that and kept saying how immature you were being, only pissing you off more, but then he stopped doing that and ignored you back.

He got sick of that really quickly, though. After five minutes of not being able to talk to you, he was already sitting next to you, doing everything he could think of to make you, at least, look at him.

“Come on, Y/n,” he said while you purposefully stared out of the window. “I promise to never piss you off again, just talk to me.”

You stayed quiet.

“Hey! I have an idea,” Minseok said excitedly. “How about I’ll cook dinner for you?”

You still didn’t speak.

“I’ll make you your favorite meal.”

Nothing.

“And I’ll wash the dishes after.”

This got your attention and you finally turned your head to look at him. You saw hope light up in his eyes when you finally did, and you shook your head with a small smile.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you said. “Just give me some time to calm myself down.”

“But I don’t want to wait anymore,” he said, pouting childishly. “I want to hear your voice again.”


Suho

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

He hated when you gave him the silent treatment. He only experienced that a couple of times, but every time he did, it made him really angry.

“Are you being serious, Y/n?” he asked when you stopped talking to him in the middle of your fight. “Please tell me you’re not doing this again.”

After you stayed quiet, Junmyeon groaned.

“I’m going to the living room,” he said. “Find me when you’re done being immature.”

Offended by his words, you decided you weren’t ever going to go find him. But after a couple of hours, once you cooled down completely, you decided that he was right.

You finally exited your room to find Junmyeon in the living room, watching something on his laptop with his headphones on. Quietly, you sneaked behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, startling him a little.

“Back to your normal self, I see?” Junmyeon said, taking his headphones off carefully.

“I’m sorry,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay,” Junmyeon replied, softly caressing your hands. “I still love you just as much.”

“Even when I annoy you?” you asked.

“Yes, sadly, even then,” Junmyeon said in a teasing tone.


Lay

Originally posted by inuchi

You never did that and you were a firm believer that arguments could only be solved by talking it out. So, when one time, after arguing with Yixing for two days straight, you just stopped talking to him, he was very surprised and, frankly, kind of scared.

He quickly understood that you – the most patient person he knew – got tired of this and that wasn’t good. He knew he stepped over the line when you locked yourself inside of your bedroom, not letting him in, and not replying to anything he said.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he had already apologized so many times that he lost count. “Seriously, I don’t know why you can’t just forgive me. Do you have to torture me by giving me the cold shoulder? Do you like to see me suffer?”

You stayed quiet, hating this just as much as he did, but not being able to talk to him when you knew that he was only apologizing because he was scared and not because he was actually sorry about the fight.

You spent your first night alone ever since you and Yixing moved in together six months ago. No matter how busy both of you were, you did everything you could to sleep together in the same bed every night.

Yixing was terrified of being locked out of your bedroom, but he was even more terrified about having screwed everything up and not being able to make it up to you.

When you woke up the next morning, you found flowers and a note outside of your bedroom door. With your heart almost beating out of your chest, you leaned down to pick the note up.

           “I’m so sorry for everything. Please forgive me. I learned my lesson. I’m never fighting with you again. I love you too much. xo, Yixing.”

Finally, after taking a deep breath to stop yourself from crying, you headed to the kitchen where you knew you’d find your boyfriend.

He was there with an apron, frying some eggs. You threw your hands around his neck as soon as you saw him. You felt Yixing’s body relax immediately.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, releasing the spatula from his hands so he could hug you back. “Please never stop talking to me again.”

You nodded into his shoulder. “I love you, Yixing.”


Baekhyun

Originally posted by royalyeol

He wouldn’t shut up. In his mind, the only solution to your silent treatment was to annoy you so much that you had to tell him to shut up.

“Do you remember the time when we were on our way to a concert last winter,” he started to say as he cuddled into your side, despite you not hugging him back and staring straight ahead with an indifferent face. “And you were so excited that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, so you slipped on ice and dragged me down with you?”

You squeezed your lips tighter when you heard Baekhyun laugh at the memory.

“I thought the bruises were never going to go away,” he said. “Oh! But what about the time when I accidentally brought your phone charger with me on tour and you purposefully left your phone dead for two weeks until I returned? Even your mum called me to scold me!”

You didn’t know that your mother did that, but you still stayed quiet.

“No, but the best memory was definitely when we were on holiday in Thailand,” Baekhyun said and even before he continued, you already knew what memory he was talking about. “I got us lost so badly that we ended up wandering the streets of Bangkok for two days with no sleep. I think you didn’t talk to me for three days after that.”

You had to bite your tongue not to start smiling at this memory.

“Do you remember what I did to make you talk to me again?” he asked you but he didn’t expect you to answer. “At first I tried to buy you gifts to bribe you so you’d forgive me, but you didn’t accept them and I had to return them, which was really embarrassing, by the way. But it made me come up with a more effective way.”

You started to bite your tongue harder.

“I kept tickling you until you cried from laughter and had to physically push me away,” Baekhyun reminded you quieter. “And now that I remember this, I actually feel like I should try that again.”

You turned your head to look at him with wild eyes but still stayed quiet.

He placed his hands on your hips, already causing you to feel discomfort, but you refused to give in. Pushing you, so you lied on your back on the couch, he climbed over you, making sure to tickle every single part that he knew made you squeal.

“No, Baekhyun, stop!” you finally shouted, trying to get away from him.

“Tell me you love me!” he replied, not stopping.

“You know I do!”

“I want to hear you say it,” Baekhyun said, a smile already spreading across his face, while he continued this innocent torture.

“S-stop!” you asked again, trying to push his hands away, but he proceeded to tickle your sides. “Okay, fine, I love you!”

“That didn’t sound very realistic!”

“I love you, Baekhyun!” you shouted. “Please don’t torture me like that again!”

He stopped moving and smiled at you. “I’ll stop if you stop.”

“I stopped. I’m talking to you.”

“Good. Now, give me a kiss. Let’s make up.”


Chen

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He hated fighting with you but he preferred that over the cold shoulder you gave him occasionally when you were beyond done with fighting. He just simply didn’t know what to do when you ignored him and he tried everything. He apologized and begged you to talk to him again, but in the end, he just left you alone, hoping that once you calmed down, you’d start talking again.

However, the more time passed while you were still silent, the more anxious he became.

Eventually, he made his way back to your room to find you lying in bed with your eyes closed, but your fingers still moving to the beat of the song that played in your earphones.

Carefully, Jongdae climbed into bed and took the earphones out of your ears, frightening you in the process.

“Please talk to me,” he said right away. “I can’t do this anymore. I wanted to give you time and just wait until you calmed down, but I can’t. Knowing that you’re so angry with me that you’d rather not talk to me is killing me.”

You sighed but still didn’t say anything.

“Y/n, please,” Jongdae continued. “I’m sorry. If you’re angry at me, then please yell at me. Just say something.”

“I’m not angry at you,” you said. “I’m just upset.”

Pain flashed across Jongdae’s eyes as he gathered you into his arms, not even giving you a chance to hug him back.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again. “Let me make it up to you, okay? I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”


Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

A small part of him realized that it was his fault you stopped talking to him. He completely drained you of patience by continuously attempting to prove his point, even though – as he now realized – he was wrong. His stubbornness didn’t let him apologize to you as soon as he realized this, however.

So, you were fuming in your bedroom while he had locked himself up in his studio. Both of you wanted to make up and just forget about this, but neither one of you made the first move.

Eventually, Chanyeol was the one who accidentally stopped ignoring you.

“Y/n!” he called out from the kitchen. “Are we out of chocolate-chip cookies?”

Suddenly, taken back to your domestic life, you forgot you were supposed to ignore him, too.

“Did you check the cupboard by the oven?” you yelled back.

Both of you went quiet, instantly realizing that you weren’t even angry at each other anymore. You were just not talking because of stupid principles. Well, screw them.

You got up from your bed, ready to face Chanyeol again, not knowing that he was doing the same thing. The two of you met up halfway, in the living room.

“Weren’t we supposed to ignore each other?” Chanyeol asked you with a small smile.

“I think we were,” you nodded, not able to resist a smile, too. “I’m glad we’re no longer doing that, though.”

“Me too,” he agreed. “I’m sorry for the fight, by the way. I know it’s my fault.”

“It’s mine, too,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Can we hug to confirm the fact that we’re no longer fighting?” he asked a little shyly.

You laughed. “Do you even have to ask?”

Chanyeol smiled at this, wrapping his arms around you and exhaling a relieved breath at the feeling of your warmth that he missed so much, despite only being away from you for a few hours.


D.O.

Originally posted by soulleshuman

For Kyungsoo, your anger seemed to be pointless. He felt like he hadn’t done anything that horrible to provoke your silent treatment, and yet, before you closed off, you told him that he really stepped over the line. But he just couldn’t see it.

He wanted to apologize but apologizing without knowing what he was sorry for seemed to be even worse than starting the fight in the first place, so he just left you alone.

When a couple of hours later, he prepared dinner and called out for you, and you still didn’t reply, he was starting to get annoyed.

“Y/n, come on!” he called out. “I just cooked food. Just come eat, you don’t have to talk to me.”

No response.

“Is she serious?” he mumbled to himself as he made his way from the kitchen to the bedroom, where you had locked yourself in. “Let me in, Y/n.”

No response again.

“Y/n, for the love of God, if you want me to apologize just tell me what I did wrong,” he said. “Because I’m kind of in the dark. I don’t know why you’re mad.”

After you haven’t replied again, he just sighed and headed back to the kitchen. Knowing that you weren’t ready to talk to him yet, he wrapped the food that he just made, so you could warm it up later, and then got himself a plate, preparing to eat while he waited for you to start talking to him again. He was going to have to be patient until you were finally ready to tell him what was wrong.


Kai

Originally posted by morekpopmore

He had underestimated your feelings and maybe even accidentally mocked you for feeling like that in the first place, which is why you were now sitting on the floor, in the opposite corner of the room, refusing to even look at him.

Jongin understood your frustration and he felt sorry he handled the fight the way he did, but he didn’t think the silent treatment was the right solution to this problem. Although, he had to admit, if he were you in this situation, he might have done the same thing. So, in short, he didn’t approve of what you were doing, but he understood.

Every few minutes, he would gently call your name to see if you’d react, but you just stayed quiet. Finally, after it’s been three hours and you still hadn’t gotten up from the floor, he became very concerned.

“Y/n,” he said, making his way towards you and sitting down on the floor in front of you. “I’m sorry I made you this upset, but don’t you think it’s time you talked to me?”

You looked away from him but felt him crawl closer to you until his arms were around you and you were leaning against him, instead of the wall.

“You must be so uncomfortable sitting on the floor like that,” he said. “Let’s go to bed, okay?”

After you didn’t reply, you felt Jongin twitch so you thought he was standing up. And he was. Only he hadn’t released you in the process, so he was now picking you up from the floor.

“Jongin, what are you doing?” you finally asked, looking at him with a confused expression.

“I’m taking you to bed,” he said. “I don’t care that you don’t want to talk to me. I can’t stand to watch you sit on the floor the whole day because of what I said.”

You sighed. “Let me go, Jongin.”

“I will. Once you’re in bed,” he said, opening the door of the bedroom by kicking it softly with his leg. “Do you want me to bring you dinner?”

“I don’t want anything,” you said as he lied you down on the bed.

“Okay,” Jongin said, walking around the bed and lying down next to you. “Then I’ll lie down next to you until you change your mind.”


Sehun

Originally posted by teakai-moved

Sehun didn’t even realize that you had started to ignore him. He kept on yelling, continuing the fight. He didn’t even notice that you weren’t replying until he addressed you directly and you didn’t reply. He tried again, but you still stayed quiet.

“Oh, so you’re ignoring me now,” he said, finally. “That’s great. Real mature.”

You wanted to tell him that he was the one being “mature” here, by constantly arguing with you about the same stupid thing, but you couldn’t, because you were not talking to him.

“I have to go back to the studio in a few minutes, Y/n,” Sehun told you. “Are you really going to let me leave without saying goodbye?”

You were still too angry to reply.

Sehun groaned. “Fine. Two can play this game.”

Confused, you glanced at him and saw him get his phone out, then click a few buttons before pressing it to his ear.

“Junmyeon?” Sehun said into the phone. “I won’t make it to the studio today. Why? Oh, because Y/n is acting like a child, and I can’t possibly leave a child without any supervision.”

You gasped at this, instantly standing up from the chair that you were sitting on. “What are you doing?”

Sehun turned to look at you. “Sorry, what was that? Did you just start talking to me?”

“Hang up the phone,” you told him. “You’re going to the studio.”

Sehun smirked, removing his phone from his ear to show you his lockscreen. The dipshit hadn’t even dialed anyone’s number.

You huffed loudly. “You’re the worst, Sehun.”

“No, you are,” he said, still grinning. “But maybe that’s why we work so well together.”

“I kind of hate you right now,” you told him, turning around to go to your room.

“Don’t make me call Junmyeon for real,” he threatened.

You stopped and turned back to look at him. “I feel like this is a form of blackmail.”

“You started it by giving me the silent treatment,” Sehun shrugged his shoulders. “Now, come here. Let’s make up before I have to leave.”

“I still haven’t forgiven you, though,” you told him but didn’t resist it when he hugged you and quickly kissed you on the cheek.

“I know,” he said. “Be angry at me while I’m out, but love me again when I get home.”

Snowbound (part 1/2)

Fandom: Stranger Things
Pairing: Eleven, Mike Wheeler
Characters: Jim Hopper
Rating: K
WC: 2717
Summary: When El invites Mike to spend the day at the cabin, Hopper finds himself supervising a sleepover he didn’t sign up for. Two-shot.

[Part 2] (Coming Soon!) 
[AO3]

[A/N]: So, I’m pretty sure that canonically, Hopper’s cabin only has one bedroom. Through the power of fanfiction and not-caring-that-much, let’s just say that for the sake of this story, there’s two.


In a rare change of pace, Hopper was on leave from work today. Flo would call him if any emergencies popped up, but that seemed unlikely. Besides, after the events of the last two autumns, every other Hawkins ‘emergency’ seemed pretty minuscule in comparison.

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Unfaithful: Linger On (Bill Skarsgård)

PART 7

The whole apartment was dark except for the master bathroom she stood in, washing a cleanser off her tired skin. After a busy day at work, all she wanted was to get to sleep earlier than usual. So, once she made a dinner for herself and Bill, then watched an hour of television, she began her nighttime routine.

She wrung out the navy facecloth before slinging it over the small rod in the wall beside her. She wore a scarlet robe of wonderfully smooth satin over her naked body, the strings loosely tied together in a simple knot. After one gaze at her reflection, all freshly cleaned and ready for bed, she knew it was finally time.

She shut off the light in the washroom and their entire home was overcome by darkness. Only the pale light of the streetlamps below faintly lit the bedroom she entered. Distantly, she could hear Bill moving around a few rooms away, more than likely fixing up the living room.

It’s time. I’m ready.

She began down the hall, her feet light on the rich hardwood floors, and headed towards the living room where Bill would be.

It was nearly two weeks since she had confessed about the baby and allowed him to move back in with her, but their relationship was far from the way it used to be. There was not the same level of trust and loyalty that there was before, and that was something only time could heal. Nonetheless, she had allowed him back into their shared apartment in an attempt to reconcile and push past this awkward rekindling stage. However, she had made him sleep on the couch, as they had not bought a bed for their spare room and she was certainly not at the place to let him sleep with her again. For almost two weeks, he had slept on their leather sofa with no complaints, knowing fully well that his future could have looked far worse than this, and waited for her to allow him back in. Tonight, was to be that night.

When she reached the living room, she saw Bill fussing about with a large duvet, unfolding it to its length so it could cover his tall figure. She had to admit she felt slightly bad about the whole predicament; it was winter and Sweden was not known for a generous temperature. There were some nights when she greatly appreciated the bundles of blankets she slept under, shielding her from the nippy air, and wondered how cold her lover was. He hadn’t said a word about it, but she knew he was only being polite; he wanted to be back in the warm bed.

He laid the thick duvet over the cool, black leather of the couch.

“Bill?”

He looked over his shoulder at the sound of his name and saw her leaning against the doorframe of the living room, dressed in her slinky, red robe. While he knew she wore that robe almost every single night when she readied herself for bed, it almost seemed as though she was taunting him; they had not been intimate since she had taken him back in. Although he respected her decision, he couldn’t help but feel a deep stir in his stomach at seeing her wearing the sexy dressing robe he had bought her on a trip to Paris with Alexander. Seeing her near him, looking so beautifully divine, only motivated him to continue proving himself worthy of her.

“Yeah?” he replied, letting go of the fabric.

“I was wondering if you - uh - wanted to sleep with me tonight?” she asked quietly, looking down at her bare feet.

He couldn’t believe the words that fell from her lips.

Hesitantly, she glanced up, only to be met with a smile stretched on Bill’s perfectly full lips.

“Of course. I’d like that,” he thanked her, stopping himself from letting an endearment slip out at the end, not wanting to frighten her.

She gave him a small, nervous smile in return before turning and walking back down the hallway, heading towards the master bedroom. Once she reached her side of their bed, her hands automatically went to the ties of her robe, pulling them until the loose knot fell open. Her actions ceased as she felt the cool air against her bare skin. Quickly, she re-knotted the satin ties of the robe, sealing her exposed skin back underneath the luxurious fabric. Although she usually slept naked, or wearing a small slip, there was no way she would do so tonight, not when Bill was sleeping with her.

Bill followed her shortly after, slowly walking down the hall he had not been in for weeks. He watched as she slipped underneath the duvet and sheets from his spot at the entrance of the door. It seemed unreal to him, like he had somehow been transported back into the past. Never did he think he would see their bedroom and sleep by her side again. He knew he was the luckiest man alive to have gained her forgiveness.

He padded across the bedroom towards the king-sized bed and lifted the sheets before getting in. He almost sighed at how nice the mattress felt and how many sheets there were. There was no doubt he would have the greatest sleep in weeks that night.

She was laying on her side with her back facing him, the scarlet fabric covering her back still loud despite the darkness. This was not how she usually slept, but he knew it was a huge step forward nonetheless. She had given him so many small rewards in the past two weeks and he made sure to savour them all.

For the first time in weeks, the lovers slept at each other’s side. Slowly and surely, their love would continue to grow.


She sat around a rectangular, wooden table in Roasted Bean, a quaint café in Old Town, with Victoria, Maddie and Tyler for the second time in two weeks. The first time, nearly two weeks ago, she told them that Bill moved back in. Victoria had scoffed, Tyler frowned and Maddie seemed neutral. However, at the end of the day, all of her friends supported her decision to let him back into her life. Each of them liked Bill, Tyler would even go out to the bar with him and Alexander sometimes, before he had hurt her. If she was to accept Bill again, they knew they had to as well.

However, this time, she didn’t know how well they would handle the news she had been putting off telling them for as long as she could. Regardless, here they all sat, coffees and lattes on the aged wood in front of them as they held a light conversation. All of her friends were eager for her to break the newest information to them, whatever that may be.

Victoria hadn’t touched her latte. Instead, she crossed her arms across her stomach and tapped her foot on the ground restlessly, her dark eyes staring in her best friend’s direction. She was doing everything she could to keep her words bottled up, knowing her friend would speak when she was ready.

“Things are going well in our division. Chrissy’s - you know Chrissy, right? Her department is going down the drain, six people were fired in this week alone. It’s insanity!” Tyler exclaimed.

“That’s awful. I always feel so bad when people let go, especially the ones with children,” Maddie added, taking a small sip of her black coffee.

“It is,” Tyler agreed, “But anyways…”

She noticed how all eyes seemed to fall on her and that Tyler had obvious stopped his casual conversation to move on to what they all came to Roasted Bean for. She set down her mug of coffee and thought about how to tell them. The three pairs of eyes watching her did not ease her nerves.

“Uh - so… Bill’s moved back in with me,” she began.

“Yes, we heard that last week,” Victoria interjected impatiently, “Now, what’s happening?”

She peered at Victoria, only to find her best friend looking at her expectantly, brown eyes full of interest. She knew that she had to tell them now or risk her best friend exploding with questions.

Okay,” she chided, smiling to herself, “Things with Bill are very complicated right now. I mean… I’m still angry, confused and upset, but… I’ve told myself that I need to move on. It will make everything much easier, especially since we’re living together again.”

If I may,” Tyler protested politely, “Why does Bill have to live with you? You can still have the space that you need, you know? Just because you’re back together doesn’t mean that you have to live together just yet. If he’s truly not an asshole, he’ll give you some space to feel better about things.”

She nodded, knowing that Tyler had a point. Tyler was a great friend, and she felt very lucky to have had him apart her life for many years. “I know. Everything you’re saying makes perfect sense, Tyler. It’s just… things are a bit more complicated now, maybe it’s best that we try to get over this as quickly as possible,” she said.

Victoria finally took a sip of her latte, adorned with a now faded leaf design, as she listened to her friend speak. “Why rush? You have plenty of time to take things slowly if you need to, Bill will always be there. Having some alone time may help you figure things out,” she suggested.

The woman shook her head, “I would love that, I really would, but… I need really Bill right now.”

Tyler gave her a stern look, one that told her she didn’t need a man to be alright. Though she never knew this, Tyler always had an inkling of love for her, a feeling stronger than friendship. The past few weeks had been rough for him as well, he hated to watch her be so downtrodden and distraught. After Bill’s seemingly fatal night, he had begun to feel differently about his friend, more angry than envious. Tyler could not even fathom how Bill had cheated on her, how he had been drawn towards any other man or woman on Earth after seeing her. Tyler would never think Bill was deserving of her.

“Why?” Maddie asked, “You have us.”

She had to smile, so thankful that her friends would always be there for her.

She took a deep breath. “I appreciate you all so much,” she promised her friends, “It’s just that I’m - well… I’m pregnant.”

Everyone went silent.

Victoria didn’t blink, Maddie’s mouth hung open and Tyler nearly fainted.

“You’re…”

“Really!?”

Tyler said nothing, only stared at his half-finished drink. He knew there was absolutely no chance she could be his, not now that she was pregnant with Bill’s child. He felt sick.

She smiled nervously at her friends, glad that Maddie seemed excited and Victoria at least spoke. When she looked across the table to Tyler, he hesitantly looked up and met her eyes. He bit his lip and reached for this mug, swiftly bringing it up to his lips before taking a long swing of the recently cooled coffee.

“Congrats,” he muttered, giving her a nod before setting his coffee back down on the wood.

She smiled, seemingly pleased with Tyler’s response. Little did she know, he wished for something much stronger to drink; multiple shots of vodka would suffice.

“You’re pregnant!” Maddie cheered, taking both of her friend’s hands into her own and giving them a crushing squeeze, “When did you find out!?”

“Almost two weeks ago.”

Maddie grinned so wide that she had to smile herself as well, it was infectious.

“And Bill’s okay with this?” Victoria inquired, averting her best friend’s attention to her.

She nodded. “You know Bill, he’s always been pushing for children. He was delighted,” she gushed.

Tyler was repulsed by the joyous atmosphere. ‘Of course Bill’s excited. He only knocked her up so he could get away with sleeping with someone else. He fucking planned this,” he thought angrily, every ounce of respect for his friend having long gone.

Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but Tyler beat her to it. “Are you okay with this?” he wondered, his firm eyes meeting hers.

She bit her lip before nodding. “I think so. But… how could I ever be truly ready for this? I’ve always wanted children and so does Bill. The timing isn’t great but… we’ll manage,” she assured the group.

Victoria opened her arms, “C’mere. I’m so happy for you.”

She allowed her best friend to wrap her arms around her shoulders and take her into a giant hug.

“You’re going to be a wonderful mom,” Victoria whispered into her hair, causing her friend to laugh.

“You think so?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

“I know so. Everything will be okay, I promise.”

Tears of joy, not sorrow, began to dampened Victoria’s jacket; a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.


One and a half months later.

She had just reached the two month mark in her pregnancy. Finally, she was beginning to show. It was not much though, only a small bump that rounded at the bottom of her stomach, stretching her skin slightly.

She stood in front of the tall mirror that was mounted on the dark wooden walls of their huge walk-in-closet, admiring her bump. It seemed almost unreal, today was the first day she had noticed a difference, and it excited her. Thankfully, things were getting much better with Bill as well.

Just as she pulled her white slip down her body, Bill strolled into the large room, lazily undoing the buttons on his black dress shirt.

“Bill?” she called softly.

He looked up, his actions ceasing, “Mhm?”

“I’m showing.”

His lips stretched into a wide smile and he immediately strode over to her. “Can I see?” he asked, pale eyes gleaming with excitement.

She laughed lightly, “Sure.”

Slowly, he pulled the thin fabric up the length of her body, until it revealed her stomach. She watched his movements from the mirror and released a deep breath when she saw his smile grow impossibly wider at the sight of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke, completely in awe of her.

She waved him off. “Oh, come on. I’d hardly call it that,” she teased, tilting her head back to smile up at him.

He placed a soft kiss to her lips, then knelt down before her, his hands still holding a fistfull of the white fabric.

“What are you-”

His eyes closed and he pressed a long kiss to her stomach, right over the bump. She placed her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself on him. His full lips pressed another kiss to her skin and she sighed, her eyes fluttering shut.

The pair were lost in the beautiful moment.

“I love you,” he said, reopening his eyes to gaze up at his lover. Her eyes dazed open too and she could tell just by his eyes that he meant every word he uttered. “And I love you too,” he murmured, planting yet another kiss on her stomach.

She carded her fingers through his light brown locks, slowly, as to savour the feeling of him. His hands held her hips, fingers brushing against her warm skin, as he looked back up at her.

Her breaths quickened at the sight of him, down before her in her mercy.

“I love you, Bill. I’m glad that everything worked out,” she confessed.

He rose to his full height and took her into his arms. Her cheek pressed against his shirt and she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I am too,” he whispered, reflecting on their past, “I will keep proving that you made the right choice.”

She nodded, her head skimming the fabric of his fancy shirt.

Things would only continue to get better.

Joan

((Written with apologies to Joan and co. This is pure fiction [obviously] and any real people are written as fictional AU versions of themselves. If I misgender Joan anywhere please tell me, I tried hard not to but I’m not perfect!!!))

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The sides were sitting on the couch when Joan arrived an hour later. 

Thomas was still pacing the floor, and the sides had decided by unspoken agreement to get out of his way. Virgil had drawn his hood up over his face and tugged it down over his eyes, claiming in an annoyed mumble that Thomas’s pacing was making him nervous. Thomas hadn’t paused to reflect on the irony of that for long, certain if he did, he might go mad. 

They hadn’t spoken much, after Thomas had gotten off the phone with Joan. Thomas had decided that if they weren’t really there, as he suspected they probably weren’t, it might be a better idea not to feed into his own delusions by continuing to talk to them. So they’d been mostly silent on the couch, watching him pace. When he dared look at them, he was met with sympathetic looks from Patton, dry smirks from Virgil, regal concern from Roman (somehow, everything Roman did was regal) and thinning patience from Logan. It was…utterly bizarre, seeing so many versions of his own face looking back up at him, and there was a tiny little part of him that was beyond overjoyed. They were here. His sides, his characters, they were here, and they were real! He couldn’t have been more excited if he’d walked in on Santa Claus filling his stocking as a child. 

But that was just it: he wasn’t a child, and there was no way this could really be happening, so he couldn’t–absolutely could not–let himself get excited. It would just make things harder, when Joan walked in and looked at the (empty, of course it was empty, it had to be empty) couch and asked quietly if Thomas maybe didn’t want to take a ride over to the hospital with them. 

When the doorbell sounded at last, Thomas practically sprinted down the entry hall to answer it. 

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whiplash | 02

Originally posted by co-kai-ne

↳ fake dating au | college au

pairing: chanyeol | reader

genre: soft angst + fluff + sexual themes

word count: 6.061

description: as an aspiring big-shot photographer in a slump, you’re looking for something that inspires you and unfortunately — or maybe not — it comes in the form of a guy named Chanyeol.

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Misunderstanding

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Oh Sehun x Spy!Reader

Summary: You have been working as a spy your whole life but you never expected to be the one spied on.

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,781

Originally posted by lawlliets

You looked around for the last time before crossing the street. It was getting late and you didn’t have much time as it is. It took you the rest of the day to get back to the city but what’s more you’re freezing cold! You could feel your cheeks burning, not the most ideal time of the year to go for a swim. You finally reached the house Yixing was stationed at. Not wanting to draw any attention, in case they knew about this place you decided to go through the back door. You jumped over the fence and moved away the plant under which he kept the spare key.

“Yixing?” you shouted as you walked in. The house was completely empty and there was no trace of anyone ever being here. “Where the fuck is he?” you thought strolling around. The house was actually almost empty, all of the extra things you left were still here. Except for another suit, or a change of clothes in general. The one thing you need right now. You slammed the closet door in frustration. Yixing could have at least left you a shirt or something. It seems the universe started working against you ever since Sehun noticed you on that roof. Well there is not much you can do now, except wait for tomorrow morning. You have no equipment, no gun and you still didn’t get back that damn phone. You will have to contact HQ as soon as you wake up, which actually scared you the most.

You slowly took off your still drenched suit and threw it on the chair. Somehow you felt so tired and exhausted, maybe it’s just the after effects of all the things that happened in the span of 48 hours but the coldness of the room was not helping. You hoped Yixing won’t mind you sleeping in his bed naked when he comes back. If he comes back that is. It’s highly unlikely he went looking for you as that is not his area of expertise and he also knew where you were going, but he could have at least waited for a while before going back to HQ. At least you assumed he went back there, since this place was kind of compromised, or you wished he did but deep in your mind, you didn’t rule out the possibility that it was actually him who walked into the room while you were still bound to that chair. Why else would that man want to take you with him?

“You’re so stupid, of course it’s not him,” you said out loud and rolled to the other side. Might as well get some sleep before you clean up your own mess.

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Requested by: @misssilencewritewell !!! Warnings: a little blood xD

(Y/n) sat in the makeshift library in the Sanctum flipping through an old book when Stephen walked hastily past. She cocked an eyebrow at him as he moved into the next room.
“Good morning to you too, Stephen..” muttered (y/n) who thumbed the corner of her book. She couldn’t get a good read on Stephen. Sometimes he is very enduring towards her but others he just forgets she’s there. It stung when he would act like this. Of course she understood his duties as the proclaimed protector of earth, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d even care if she simply left one day. Suddenly she heard the all too familiar sound of a sling ring portal open in the next room over. Curious, she dog eared the page she was on and moved toward the doorway which led to the room of relics. She caught a glimpse of Stephen’s cloak leave the room but just as she was about to follow, one of the large relics began to shake crazily. (Y/n) readied herself for a fight taking one step at a time towards the jumping cabinet.
“Hey!! Let me out!!! Heeeey!!” A voice screamed from inside. (Y/n) rose an eyebrow and checked over her shoulder. She was a sorcerer to, if it was anything dangerous she could certainly handle it on her own. Holding her hands out in front of her, (y/n) quickly formed a spell that caused the cabinet doors to swing open.
A man in a black suit leapt out of the cabinet ferociously causing (y/n) to stumble backwards and hit one of the glass cases. Once the man looked her in the eyes she knew exactly who he was. The god of mischief himself. Without hesitation, (y/n) quickly formed a shuriken behind her back. But the sparks it emitted caught the crazed man’s gaze. His eyes trailed up her arm and locked themselves onto her (e/c) eyes.
“What’s this? Some lowly midguardian thinks they can harness magic?” He took a step toward but paused as a golden shuriken flew past his cheek and dissolving against the wall. He glanced over his shoulder and watched The particles dissolve. Letting out a low snicker, he drew his own blade from his sleeve. “I see. So that’s how you’re going about this.” (Y/n) dropped to the ground as the knife sliced through the air and plunged through the glass case behind her. Rolling to the side, (y/n) pulled a staff off of a shelf and readied herself for another attack. She wasn’t very keen on using weapons such as these, she much preferred throwing weapons at a distance rather then close combat. But she didn’t have time to consider this. (Y/n) rose the staff in the air and forced it down hard but froze when the god held it in place. Her arms shook as she tried to force the staff out of his grip but it was no use. He gave her a quick sneer then sliced the staff in two grabbing (y/n) by the jaw and pulling her close. She struggled to shake free of his tight grip, feeling his cold touch infect her cheeks.
“It’s a shame really, to ruin such a lovely face.” He summoned another blade from his free hand and pressed it against (y/n)s cheek causing her to let out a short cry. The blade dug deep but she tried her best to hold back her tears. But when the blade sunk into the meat of her cheek she let out a scream that caused the god of mischief to hesitate. His sneer has been replaced with a sudden look of confusion. It was then that (y/n) could feel him slightly loosen his grip but just as she was about to fight back, Loki had been flung across the room, crashing through one of the glass cases. (Y/n) gripped her bleeding cheek as she tried to catch her breath. It was then that she saw a familiar red cloak zoom past her carrying the wearer toward the god that struggled to get up. Stephen yanked the god to his feet by his suit collar and slammed his against the wall.
“You’ve got some nerve showing up on earth after your last visit.” His voice was deep and filled with hate.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“You my friend had just made the biggest mistake of your life.” Stephen’s voice shook the room with his intensity, it even sparked fear in (y/n). Swiftly, the cloak released its hold on Stephen and wrapped itself around (y/n) who couldn’t help but be enveloped in its warmth.
“Oh I highly doubt that.” The god smiled plainly at the sorcerer whose eyes stared into his soul.
“I was going to have a civil conversation and assist you in your search but after what you’ve just done, it’s very tempting to send you straight into a blackhole.”
“Been there, done that. Not the best place for a vacation.” Fury boiled up inside Stephen’s chest. The room shook and rattled causing various cases to shiver in place. God he wanted to make this god pay for touching (y/n). He drew back a shivering fist but froze when he heard his name called out behind him. Holding Loki firmly in place, he looked over his shoulder and could clearly see the blood that coated her cheek like a murky lake. Stephen threw the god of mischief to the floor hard causing (y/n) to shudder at the sound. The god coughed as Stephen knelt down and grabbed his collar once again.
“Your brother should be here any minute. You’d better hope that he doesn’t piss me off or you can say goodbye to this reality all together.” The god chuckled at this threat striking rage into Stephen.
“Really? That sounds lovely actually.” Stephen roughly dropped the collar and formed a portal that consumed the god.
(Y/n) stared wide eyed at him. Here she thought Stephen couldn’t care less about her. Now she just witnessed him threatening a literal god for her? After a brief moment passed, Stephen marched toward (y/n) and knelt down slightly in order to get a closer look at the incision.
“Stephen I-“
“It wasn’t your fault (y/n), that cabinet was just a temporary cage until I could think of something better suited for trapping a god.” He walked with her to the study and sat down next to her as he formed a needle and thread. (Y/n) was about to ask something when she noticed Stephen’s hands. They had a bruised tint to them and were shaking much more then usual. He struggled to get the thread through the needle and was about to give up when (y/n) offered to thread the needle.
“I can do this part Stephen, you should go get your gloves.” He was about to make a stubborn comment but complied and hurried to the next room.
When he returned with the golden laced gloves (y/n) could clearly see the relief they provided him. Though they didn’t heal his hands, they still provided his aching joints with a slight bit of magic to ease the pain.
“Thank you.” He placed some gauze on her cheek causing her to wince. “Sorry” he looked down and noticed that she was shivering. His eyebrows furrowed as he cleaned the rest of her face, revealing her frost bitten chin. Stephen
“What is it..?” (Y/n) asked nervously. Stephen stood and formed a spell mixing it with a portal. She could hear a familiar voice scream in the portal just as it closed. “Stephen?” He flashed her a reassuring grin.
“Don’t worry, I originally left him in a desert but thought that wasn’t good enough. So that bastard is now falling into an eternal abyss until his brother gets here.” (Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I swear, you’re so extra sometimes..”
“Yeah well he shouldn’t had even looked at you… I’m sorry (y/n).” He placed his golden glove against her undamaged cheek causing her to rest against his palm.
“It’s okay, Stephen..” her reassuring voice soothes his shaking heart. Though he didn’t show it, he was still filled with the fear he felt when he saw her in Loki’s grip. He was terrified that he would lose her. But seeing her kind (e/c) eyes gaze sweetly back at him his fears dissipated.
“(Y/n), there’s something…I’ve been meaning to say..” he couldn’t stop his mouth from speaking. This wasn’t the time! Not now! But before he could abort the subject, there was a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to plead for him to continue. Stammering a bit over his words, Stephen gathered the courage in his heart and spoke.
“I need you. Far more than you’d ever know. I had asked you to move in not because the Sanctum needed protection, but because I needed you. Just seeing your face keeps me grounded in this reality. Without you…I don’t know what I’d-“ He was cut off by a pair of lips. A mixture of shock and warmth enveloped his soul as he caressed her unwounded cheek. Pulling away from the kiss, Stephen could clearly see the tears that streamed down (y/n)s cheeks. Fear struck through him, did he hurt her? Graze her injured cheek?
“I thought…you didn’t care that I was ever here..” she sniffles, immediately putting his beating chest to rest. Pulling her into a hug, Stephen gave her a tight squeeze. She relaxed in his arms with a hiccup. This warmth, this sweet embrace. They both knew what it was but were both too afraid to say it. Maybe in time it will reveal itself. But for now they focused on stitching her cheek.


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DONT WORRY LOKI FANS I GOT SOMETHING ELSE UP MY SLEEVE FOR U GUYS TOO!! I just had to make him feisty for this scene but I’m proud of the dialogue with him. I love protective characters but I didnt want Stephen to feel out of character so I made his protectiveness internal as opposed to outright stabby stab Loki. I made up the glove thing! I know they protect his hands in the comics but I kind of want to headcanon them as a numbing relic cause omg honey those golden things are flashy

Constellation

Ceo!Sehun/Sugar Daddy!Sehun

Part 2

″…..as the small rays of sun entered the room,he saw someone brighter than the sun”


You opened your eyes after a few blinks,unsure of where you were.The bright rays of sunshine peered through the curtains as you laid there in complete silence.You were slowly remembering the night as your face got covered in a blush.

He had told you about everything you wanted to know after drinking a bottle of whiskey.You knew he was not drunk,he was talking swiftly and his behavior was completely normal,making you think he needed someone to talk to.After answering your questions,a deep sigh left his lips,making you look at him.Seeing his teary eyes,you stood there in silence,unable to do anything.He slowly gathered himself,offering you to stay over.

You simply nodded.

You got up from his bed he lent you for the night,went over to see if he was awake.After climbing down the stairs you saw hi standing in front of the large glass with a small pout.You were sure something was bugging him lately,but you were not sure whether you should ask him or not.

He heard your footsteps and immediately turned with a smile,a fake one that broke your heart.You wanted go and hug him,but you were sure he did not feel close enough to do that.You smiled softly,hoping maybe it would make him feel better.

“Good morning” he said as he made his way to the kitchen.

He was wearing a white shirt with grey sweatpants and you were not sure why he looked so good.

You murmured a small morning and simply followed after him.You were super hungry after coming here last night in a hurry making you think about the reason why you were here.You had asked him whether he was okay or not but he just said he was figuring himself out.

You would actually believe that if you had not seen him drinking with puffy eyes.

He started to cake waffles for the both of you,making your pupils go wide at the smell.Your small actions made him smile,and that made you smile.You were pretty sure you were not supposed to have a relationship like this,a relationship that is made by bonds.You were there for his money,but not anymore.You haven’t kissed or held hands ever and unlike other relationship, yours was progressing slowly.

After eating breakfast with a small talk and watching the news,while he read a book,you thanked him for his pajamas,you got ready to go home,finally taking a bath and relaxing but his words surprised you.

“You can stay here if you want” he said as he wore his jacket.

“I-It’s fine.I have to clean up anyways” you said with small hand gestures.

“I can find you a maid” he said as he watched your expression to go shocked.”She/He’ll come weekly,preferably she of course “ he said raising eyebrows.

“No….I-I’ll do it but thanks…..for the concern I mean” you said as he led you out of the apartment.

The ride back to your place was quiet as he watched the road and you stared at the road.You still wanted to ask one more question.As you watched the road get less and less crowded,you realized you were not headed to your place.You looked at him in confusion as he smirked to himself.

“I’m taking you somewhere” he said as he sped up the car.

You were sure this was not the kind of relationship you two were supposed to be.

You slowly nodded as he turned the music on,making you silently analyze his music taste and not to your surprise,he was a classic man.He liked The beatles as well as some local groups,making you think of him in a complete different direction.

Your pupils widened as you saw the purple lake and the sunset.You knew it would be a nice place but the view he took you was fascinating.The lake was purple as the orange sun rose above the small waves.Black birds painted the sky as the wind caressed the leaves.

You got out of the car after he stopped,excitedly running towards the view.He slowly followed you to the small bench in the middle of the area.You took a deep breath and closed your eyes after sitting on the bench,making him look at you with some kind of heartache.You looked up at him as he turned his head away,wanting to relieve him but also knowing your borders.

“I have one more question” you said as you stared at the view in awe,he stared at you.

“I’m listening” he said softly.

“There was a white bird in the town who was always seen as the best bird on the planet.He was handsome,successful and even loved by people,but it did not prevent him from being lonely.” you said as he stared deeply at you,wanting to hear more. “He was lonely indeed despite his success and publicity.Occasionally,he lost a few feathers from loneliness but never told anyone as he was just…..closed.After some time he started losing more and more feathers until he lost all the feather on his head,finally making people realize how wounded and lonely he was.” you said turning to meet his eyes.”He then met a black bird who was not really wise but she was sure something was wrong with him,after seeing her for a couple of times,his feathers grew again” You said as you looked at the view.

“Do you know why he lost so many feathers?” you asked,looking at him with soft eyes.

“B-Because he was lonely” he said,wanting to be correct.

“Because he refused to talk.It was not because he was lonely or not loved but he kept everything inside his heart and his heart grew weaker.He often shed a few tears here and there” you said as you took a look at the man sitting next to you.

“I-I….I” he said as you looked at him.

“If you keep yourself bottled inside your heart,you won’t be able to hold on much longer.” you said as you caressed his hair.

“So what’s wrong?” you said in a soft tone.

“It’s….” he said as he took a look at you,finding comfort in your eyes.”It’s just that my heart feels heavy.It is not the same,like before.I think I just need to let it out now” he said as he stared at the view.

“Ever since the company is on my shoulders,it’s hard to meet the expectations of others.The only person who believed in me,my grandpa,is not here anymore which makes everything harder” he said as a sigh left his lips.”I sometimes think about going on a vacation but…I can’t” he said. 

“You know what happened to the bird?” you asked as he shook his head childishly.

“After not flying for more than a year because he lost his feathers,he wanted to close down completely.He never talked to the other for a while but soon,he realized that it was no use, and he tried.” you breathed out as he gave you a sparkly look.

“And he danced in the air” you said looking at his teary eyes.”So you can too,if you try”


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(2 weeks later)

You opened the door slowly while you tried to stay quiet.You knew Sehun had a day off and you wanted to surprise him with same ramen and snacks so that he could relax once in a while.

You took a step into his his room,finding his jacket on the floor but he was nowhere to be seen.You wanted to call him first bt you did not want to ruin the surprise.

While you were looking for a movie to watch,you heard a knock on the door,only to see a drunk Sehun.He was hardly standing up with a sloppy voice.You could see that he drank more than 3 bottles as his voice got lower towards the end of the sentences.You knew he was really stressed out about the new contacts but you did not think it was this much.You helped him inside the apartment as he made his way to the bed,looking at you once in a while.

“T-haank yu” he said as he laid back on the bed.

You chuckled at his drunken state and realized that your whole chillax plan was ruined with a drunk Sehun.You knew he would be against the idea of eating snacks but this sehun was not even able to keep his eyes open for a long time.

You hurriedly made your way to the bathroom as you turned on the cold shower.You slowly took his clothes off as he sobered up by your sudden actions.You felt his heavy gaze on you,making your skin burn but you ignored it,you needed the sober Sehun now.

You dragged him into the shower and just when you were about to step out of the bathroom and take a deep breath,he pulled you close to himself in the shower,making your hands cover his naked chest as a blush found you face.You could feel his hot breath on your neck as your clothes got soaked under the cold water.

By the change in his actions,you could tell that he was sober now,his breath got unsteady when he saw you in your underwear right next to him in the shower.You took a look at him before stepping out of the shower and finding a towel to dry yourself.You saw his red face after you stepped out and heard him curse at his stupid actions,a small smirk covering you lips.

You sat on the bed while you dried your hair with a towel,still unable to process what just happened,It was not that you minded and that was the way your relationship with him was supposed to be but you had never seen him like that before.

Not this eager.

He sat next to you on the bed, a towel covering his lower body as he tried to catch his breath,you could tell that he was embarrassed by the way he was looking at you and instead of avoiding his gaze,you looked at him with soft eyes,telling him to speak.

“I-I’m sorry” he said as he wore his shirt.

“For what?” you said in a confused tone,you also wanted him to realize the kind of relationship you were with him.

“For….Uhm…..soaking your clothes under cold water” he said scratching the back of his head while you struggled to brush your hair.

“Here,let me do it for you” he said as you offered him the brush with wide eyes.

How did he know the perfect thing to say?

“O-okay” you said as you sat down and he slowly and carefully brushed your hair in silence,making sure he did not hurt you.After his careful movements,you wore a white shirt he gave you which was too big that it looked like a dress on you.

He gave you a smile after seeing how you looked in his shirt as you tried to move in it.When you were about to walk,you saw a droplet of blood on the floor,making you panic.As you looked down at your feet,you saw a cut in your toe,thinking that it must have happened in the shower.

Sehun saw the droplet just when you did and his pupils went wide.He was more than afraid to even touch you and now your toe was bleeding because of him.He felt his mind go blank as he got closer to you,maybe too close,to see your toe as you whined in pain.

He was about to stand up and bring some band-aids but he decided to stay down after he realized how close you were.You could feel his hot breath on your face and even though you just got out of a cold shower,you felt hot.Your whole body was trembling at how close he was as he stared into your eyes,afraid he might see inside your soul.You were just about to chuckle awkwardly to make the atmosphere a bit normal when he leaned closer.

His hands found your neck as your breath quickened.He waited way too long for this.He caressed your cheek before kissing your puffy lips which were now tasting heaven.You felt his swollen lips against yours as your mind wandered about whether it was a dream or not.

You moved your lips against his as he placed you on his lap,hands holding your butt and waist while you struggled to keep everything together.Your hands caressed his hair as he caressed your lips with his,making you moan into the kiss.

After a few minutes,you both needed some air,even though you did not want to break the kiss.You slowly moved away as he leaned on to your forehead with his,looking at your eyes with soft adoration.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this”

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Ok so here’s the new chapter.I have been avoiding studying so instead I’m writing stories lol.I hope you’ll have a wonderful day and remember that the request box is open!!

ps.lulu is going to the VS show?!?!?! the one yixing,tao and kris are going??!?!? My china line feels

A Sham?

Baron Corbin x Reader

Requested by anon

Prompt: #81: “I need you to fake date me.”

A/N: This drabble request turned into a full fic:D Also look at this freakin cute gif!!!

Originally posted by moonchildcorbin

The night had begun as a blast. Partying togheter with your coworkers and friends was always fun. What made it even better was that this week you had been in your hometown for Smackdown. It always felt good to come back to your roots every once in a while. It made the partying even better too because you knew the bar from back when you and your college friends would go out on a saturday evening.


Everything seemed to be just perfect. You danced with Becky and Charlotte to one of your favourite tunes on the dancefloor. When you spun around your gaze locked with a pair of familiar eyes. And then it hit you. You aprubtly stopped in your tracks and stared back at the cold gaze that bored into your eyes, a small smirk tugging on his lips. A shudder went down your spine.

„Hey, what’s wrong Y/N?“ Charlotte asked concerned when she saw that you had stopped in your tracks.

„N-nothing.“ you gulped, shaking yourself out of your trance. „I-I thhink I have to go to the bathroom.“ Charlotte and Becky exchanged worried lookes and followed you.

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Camp Velaris ~ Epilogue

This is for @queen-archeron! Anna, I promised you this epilogue months ago, and now it’s finally here! Happy birthday, and I hope your day is amazing and wonderful (just like you!)


You can find previous chapters here


I had been waiting a long time for this.

Well, I had been waiting three months, two weeks and four days for this.

Not that I was counting.

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Envy

Pairing; Jeon Jungkook  x Reader

Words; 4.2k

Genre; Smut with a plot 

Summary;  ❝Envy is the art of counting another’s blessing instead of your own❞

Aka; Jungkook is envious of your new relationship after he rejected your feelings

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?

This is embarrassing.

Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun. 

Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done. 

She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that. 

Ugh.

No she can’t.

She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door. 

It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again. 

And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.

He is going to kill her

“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news. 

“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”

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-catching his attention first day and after that he just has to have you

-he has all these pick up lines

-like, he’s a walking pick up line creator

-him taking a lot of time to get ready for your first date and fussing over every last detail

-showing up to your date and he’s just 100% charm

-after that you cant get enough of each other

-driving around

-pulling over just to make out

-when he drives he has his hand on your thigh

-yeah you’re just so damn distracting when he’s driving so lots of stops

-lets be serious, you like driving fast and he can give it to you, he loves when he goes so fast you scream

-he likes doing other things that make you scream

-this boi has mad game in the bed room lets be serious

-he’s hella protective and if you were dating him you’d have to be chill with that

-king of arm over your shoulders

-king of glare down anyone who looks at you the wrong way

-you’re both reigning king and queen of PDA

-like when you stand next to  him, lets be serious, you’re running your fingers around his abs and shoulders

-but also such a deep like communication

-opening up to each other about everything

-supporting each other 100%

-being there for him whenever he has issues with his dad

-helping him learn to not take his anger out on Max when he’s really just mad at his dad 

-him sitting with his head in your lap while he tells you his life story

-he likes sitting with his head in your lap, looking up at you

-people being just shocked you’re with him

-having to explain to Steve why you’re with Billy

-honestly, just lots of explaining

-but people see how he changes when he’s with you

-really trying to get to know Max

-one day she snaps at you about why you’re dating Billy and you, without directly stating it, tell her there might be more going in in his head when he’s mean to her, perhaps he’s an ass to her so she knows not to do things that would upset his dad

-its obvious to Billy that you like Max, and he is super insecure about not being good enough so he tries really hard to make you happy and if being nice to Max makes you happy then so be it

-honestly, just helping Billy figure his shit out

-redemption arc please

-going to movies together and managing to get through half the movie before you both go find some place to make out

-honestly just primal attraction and need for one another

-he’s a lip biter, i see it

-being jealous of his hella long eye lashes

-him telling you he loves every single part of you

-him kind of being scared he loves you so much because he’s never felt that way before

-but he knows his heart is safe with you <3

-kissing in the rain

-sneaking around school together

-he’s a bad boy so skipping classes, unless you’re super against it, then he wouldent pressure you

-honestly probably doing something athletic together, unless you hate that, then you study or listen to music and dance while he works out 

-holding each other like your life depends on it when one or both of you is sad

-always knowing how to make the other smile

-there would be issues, not gonna lie, but you see in Billy the ability to redeem himself, and you are there with him every step of the way

-(last minute add on: super dirty dancing vibes in some dodgy bar with rock music going where you dont know anyone else and all you care about is each other)

Are You Going To Be An Overprotective Baby Brother?

Pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader 

Request:  Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and prior to the monsters you ignored Steve even though he always tried to flirt because you’re pretty and smart but you’re also snarky and friends with Nancy and Jonathan and BFFs with Dustin and all his friends love you and post monsters with Dustin and Steve’s bromance you start to be friends with him and Dustin notices he likes you and gives Steve a overprotective baby brother speech? You can decide if he makes a move  

Warnings: fluff, a few swear words

A/N: Omg I love this prompt so much! Also, I have a requested El x reader coming out sometime in the next few days :)

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Driving Miss Daisy

Star Wars’s Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver dish on the epic franchise and beyond in V Magazine.

“I had no sense of what I was getting into. No sense of what was really going to happen,” confesses Daisy Ridley of her first-ever role as Rey in 2015’s Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Currently, Ridley is on location in a remote forest a few hours outside of Montreal for Chaos Walking, a 2019 sci-fi release costarring Tom Holland. But it’s this December’s Star Wars: The Last Jedi, the follow-up to The Force Awakens, that is shining a blinding light-saber-tinged spotlight on Ridley. The Force Awakens was the first movie since 1997’s Titanic to sell more than 100 million tickets in the U.S. 

It isn’t typical for a young actress’s breakthrough film to have the biggest domestic opening weekend in history, raking in $238 million, but Ridley isn’t all that typical herself. As the face of the nearly $10 billion franchise, Ridley has ushered in a new era of Star Wars. Following Carrie Fisher’s untimely passing last year, Ridley’s character, a fiercely independent heroine, serves as a particularly strong female voice in a galaxy far, far away. However, a far- flung galaxy isn’t Ridley’s only on-screen locale this season. 

In November, Ridley appears opposite Johnny Depp and an all-star cast in Kenneth Branagh’s Murder on the Orient Express. The suspenseful tale follows 13 passengers, played by the likes of Penélope Cruz, Judi Dench, and Willem Dafoe, stranded on an opulent passenger train with a murderer on the loose. Aside from blockbuster films, Ridley also produced and narrated the documentary The Eagle Huntress, which follows a teenage girl in the mountains of Mongolia as she becomes the first female eagle huntress in the sport’s 2,000-year history. 

Ahead of The Last Jedi’s release, Ridley catches up with her Star Wars costar (and “bestie”), Adam Driver. 


Daisy Ridley Hey Adam, it’s been so long.

Adam Driver Hey Daisy, how are you? When is the last time that I saw you?

DR Well, I don’t know because you don’t come to all the fun things that I go to. [laughs] Last July? It’s been like a year!

AD Oh, yeah, I guess. I’m much taller now.

DR How has your life changed? [laughs]

AD Oh, just in little ways. So, where are you now?

DR I’m in Canada, two hours outside of Montreal in these creepy woods. We feel like we’re going to be killed at any moment in this cabin. We’re shooting a film, Chaos Walking, with Doug Liman, Tom Holland, and Demián Bichir. It’s fucking cool.

AD Did you guys have time to meet each other before? Or did you just kind of jump right in?

DR I had met Tom Holland twice very briefly—for, like, 30 seconds—and I had met Doug Liman once and we spoke a bit, but it was very much feet first, it was super quick.

AD So, is it hard for you to meet people and just kind of go? Or do you prefer it?

DR [laughs] I mean, as we discovered, Adam, we became besties last year, but we had met some years before. It really takes me a while to relax with people. I don’t think I’m very good at meeting people: I feel awfully uncomfortable. So, I find meeting people very stressful. But it gets easier, and I think I’m getting better at being okay with that, you know?

AD Yeah, you always seemed very open, but I feel the same as you. When I meet people, I don’t know how to small talk very well, so it’s always like two back-and-forths of like, “Hey, how are you? How’s the weather?” And then five seconds later, I’m like, “So, what’s your relationship like with your mother?” It always goes really deep really quickly.

DR [laughs] I think you’re really good at it.

AD Oh, thank you. So, this is about Star Wars: If Rey was a color…I’m kidding.

DR No, oh my God. [laughs]

AD What were your initial conversations with J.J. [Abrams] about your character? Did you know the character’s name was Rey?

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Refuge in Audacity

“Just a good friend, huh?” Marinette mutters to Tikki, who hums apprehensively as her chosen’s smile grows fiercer, more determined.

“Marinette…it’s not the worst thing.” She chides, snuggling against the girl’s warm cheek, before floating off to grab a cookie from the nearby plate.

“No…Its…actually brilliant! I’m super excited!” Marinette claps her hands with glee, turning to Tikki with bright eyes and a gaze that spoke of a plan being hatched.

Tikki merely laughs from behind a mouth full of sugar cookies and hopes that Marinette won’t go too far.

She should have given Marinette more credit. Marinette is intelligent. Marinette can be patient. Marinette is seeking refuge in this new claim of Adrien’s.

She begins by showing her regular affection for Alya even in front of him. It takes some effort to slough off the usual stiff shell she forms whenever he’s around, but clinging onto Alya and filling herself with affection for her best friends helps divert her anxiety.

Adrien looks on with find amusement as Marinette wraps her arms around Alya’s waist and proceeds to whine about her Chloe into her shoulder.

But Marinette is still sly, and she catches the way his fingers seem to twitch, and the way he hugs himself.

She takes it up a notch later that week when she slings an arm around Nino’s shoulders and presses her ear against his headphones to listen to the music drifting from them. Nino is a bit surprised, but he accepts it with a good natured laugh and draws Marinette into a conversation about composition and beat counts.

Adrien chimes in with a few questions, and Marinette notices the way his pretty eyes drift over to the arm she keeps around Nino. Interesting.

She decides she’ll start with something small. She’s still a little nervous, but she shakes out the snow in her bones and lets her trembling fingers tug on the edge of sleeve to catch his attention.

Adrien turns around abruptly, surprise devolving into the most tender smile as he realizes its her.

“What’s going on, Marinette?”

(Too pretty…he’s just a good friend. Swallow down all the rest, Marinette. Keep calm.)

“I uh…we uh…we were planning to go to the cafe later to study for the physics exam. Wanna come?”

She still hasn’t let go of his shirt sleeve, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he answers with the giddiest yes. She feels a vague pity for him, but decides that the next small step should be enough.

She gives him a playful punch to the shoulder.

“Cool.” She says.

“Cool.” He repeats. He hesitates for a bit, before tapping her twice on the shoulder and heading off.

The snow slowly overtakes her legs, and Marinette has to nearly wobble her way to scream into Alya’s shirt.

She finds him unexpectedly lonely on one of their outings.

Nino has already laced his fingers with Alya’s left hand. Alya’s right arm is hooked through Marinette’s. It’s a formation they’ve gotten used to overtime, and Adrien feels a little left out when he realizes how well they manage to maneuver all connected like this.

He misses it when Nino tries to offer him his free hand and Alya hisses something at him, her eyes drifting pointedly to Marinette who looks astonishingly like a ladybug with a very stark red painted across her freckled cheeks.

Marinette doesn’t hesitate however. She merely threads her arm under his, and hooks her elbow behind his.

“There.” She says with some finality, grinning up at him invitingly.

His eyes are wide, and the look of loss quickly chips away to reveal a sudden joy that’s nearly blinding. His arm tightens around hers until she’s pulled closer to his side.

“There.” He repeats happily, before leading them all to the nicest cafe he can treat them to.

Adrien finds himself at a loss. His heart stoppering up his throat until he can barely speak at all. Marinette’s touches have begun to burn him.

It’s been a few months since Marinette had begun to treat him with the same tactile affection she lavished on all her loved ones, and he’s found himself to be looking forward to those occasions.

She’d begun winding her arm around his waist in a casual side hug about two weeks back. He’d leaned into it with all the careful composure he could muster, but that had been a lie told by a stoic face. Inside he’s been a giddy, tangled mess.

Because with Marinette weaving these threads to pull him closer, she’s brought with her an unsettling sort of warmth that sears deep into him wherever she touches. He can feel the imprints of her fingertips as she musses his hair to make him look more dashing.

He can remember the trailing bits of stardust that lingered under his skin when she’d contemplated how smooth his face was. The little bits of sparklers that had crawled up his spine when she’d leapt and hugged him after a long winter break.

This strange feeling leaves him breathless. Wanting more. And theres a vague annoyance underneath all of that when Alya or Nino, or any one of the countless people that love Marinette, pull her away and are gifted her lavish affection too.

So he tugs on her arm a little closer when they all walk together. He ignores the knowing look Alya gives him over Marinette’s head.

Sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly cold or lonely after a long weekend at home, he’ll beeline towards Marinette and walk her to a more empty side of the courtyard as he engages her in conversations.

About fashion, about music, about anime, about food. Anything about her is fascinating and he’s just as greedy for this information about his newest good friend as he is for her casual tactility.

Thoughts of Ladybug are a little farther away these days, nestled deep in the secret part of his chest more useful for nights under city lights than for sunny days at school.

But here in daylight, Marinette is real and solid and so close.

He knows he’s being a little selfish like this, but he’ll let himself be hugged and coddled by his good friend because she seems completely fine with doing so.

There comes a time when his selfishness crosses a line. When they’re tired from playing several rounds of the newest Clash Bros game, and they’re sprawled across Marinette’s divan.

He’s as content as a cat with cream, his stomach pleasantly filled with pastries and hot chocolate. His head rests against Marinette’s, hers on his shoulder, legs stretched out and pressed together as they watch the an episode of a particularly sappy Korean drama.

She’s absently sketching patterns in the palm of his open hand, and has to put in effort not to close up his palm or let himself…let himself do what?

Marinette is just a good friend. And it’s late at night and he’s so sleepy and she’s so warm and here…she’s right here.

He’s being entirely selfish when he closes his fingers around hers. He’s being entirely selfish when she looks up at him in confusion and he drops his head down to kiss her.

He’s being entirely selfish…even when she pulls away in shock and disbelief, and his apologies tumble from his lips, lacking all sort of proper regret.

“I…I need to sleep. I’m tired.” Is all she says.

He wants to say sorry. To make her understand that he hadn’t meant to…that he’d done it all wrong…but her eyes are large and tearful in the shifting light of the television and that hurts him more so than anything else.

He hurt a good friend. And that’s nothing a simple apology could fix. He leaves with one last sorry.

He’s really screwed up. And the burning in his lips and his chest are far from pleasant when his burning shame eclipses it all.

It’s like starting from scratch. She’s so confused. She’d gotten so comfortable. The hurt in her chest at being called a friend had died and rebloomed as something that could only be termed utter content.

A good friend was what Adrien had needed more of. She’d seen the way he’d opened up after she’d changed how she approached him. The soft warmth of his hugs and the solid safety she felt with him and Alya at her side.

And then…when all her last remaining bits of romantic affection had nearly settled into memory, he’d kissed her.

One of her best friends had kissed her and she didn’t know where to start.

Her refuge in audacity had backfired and she’s unsure if it’s as welcome as she once wanted it to be.

Where to go from here?

Where to go isnt that difficult a question. How to do it is the conundrum.

She avoids him. And he doesn’t chase after her.

But he’s too selfish to let her go completely out of his life and he’s determined not to let her slip away. He misses her warmth. And if good friendship is the most he can ask for, then he’ll take it. Marinette is worth it all.

So he starts small. He manages to catch her unawares one day. He tugs on her sleeve to catch her attention.

“We’re uh…Nino and Alya want to go to the aquarium for the lab assignment? Want to go as a group?”

Marinette’s eyes nearly swallow her face while when she looks at him. She recoils away, and he lets the fabric of her sleeve slip through his grip as she steps back to look at him.

He offers her a small, hopeful smile. Full of unworded apologies. She looks wary, ready to run.

He doesn’t notice it, but he crosses his arms and hunches over, to stop the pain that radiates from his chest from spreading any further.

That seems to change something in her assessment.

She looks fierce and determined as she steps up to him, places a playful punch to his shoulder.

“Cool.” She offers. And she still isn’t quite close to him, but small starts are great.

Relief suffuses him and its without any guile that he taps her shoulder twice and answers-

“Cool.”

Her gaze softens at his earnest happiness, and she seems hesitant, before she opens her arms a little wider to welcome a hug.

Adrien lets loose the wildest single bark of laughter he can manage, before pulling her close and burying his relief in her shoulder.

“Cool.” He repeats. “Thank you, Marinette.”

She winds her arms around him, holding him tight and realizing just how much she’d missed him. Regardless of what her feelings are now, there’s still time to examine them later. Whatever that kiss had meant to him is a whole other conversation to be had, perhaps after some more recovery.

For now, good friendship is the best sort of reward and she has the audacity to enjoy to its fullest.

Lance's Love Interest

Okay guys. I could write a dissertation on why I think Keith will be Lance’s love interest, but that’s pretty much already been done. So what I do want to talk about is why Lance’s love interest won’t be Allura.


Before I get into this, I feel obligated to say that I’m a big ol’ bi sexual. Meaning that I’m not against this ship because ew girls. I’m not against it at all. Sure, I don’t ship it, but personal feelings about a pairing have no basis in cannon analysis.

Lets start with Lance’s vlog

What I got from the vlog is that nobody lies to Lance like Lance lies to Lance. Like seriously, how Lance can breathe beyond those Layers of Bravado is beyond me. He spends the majority of the vlog talking about how Allura probably does like him because he’s such a lady killer and yada yada yada, bull shit, bull shit, bull shit. You get the picture.


But then there’s this moment.


It’s legitimately sweet. Lance is gushing not about how he’s going to win over Allura or how awesome he is but about why he likes her so much. Only then he catches himself and goes right back into his Wow I’m So Awesome mode.

Then directly after this, he starts talking about how he’s not ready to settle down, which is… strange. Yeah, you could argue that Lance is saying this because he’s young, but the way it’s presented makes it seem like he’s covering something up, especially when you take into consideration Lance’s How to Fall in Love guide.

Lance loves love, not just as an end goal, but as an continuous endeavor. He understands it’s hard work, but he wants to put in that work. Lance wants to be in love.

What I’m getting at here is, Lance really likes Allura, but I think deep down he knows she doesn’t return those feelings. I mean, hes all like, ’Pff, yeah, of course Allura thinks I’m awesome, but sorry babe, can’t hold this stud down’ directly after we see him swooning over her, and honestly, how more obvious can it be that he’s hiding his real feelings/over compensating?

Lance knows Allura probably wont ever return his feeling and us as the audience knows that too. Or at least we should. Seriously, if I could say there was one thing I really have against this pairing, it would be the fact that Lance continues to flirt with Allura despite her obvious discomfort with it. The only reactions to his flirting we’ve ever gotten from Allura are disinterest and down right disgust. Meaning, his feelings are not returned.

Oh, but you might say, well they could be one day, and that’s where I’m going to have to disagree with you. I really don’t think Allura would just suddenly start to have feelings for Lance, not when there hasn’t been an ounce of romantic subtext between them and especially not when taking into consideration some of the comments made by the creators and voice actors.

Jeremy Shada said that Lance still thinks he has a chance with Allura, heavily implying that he doesn’t. The creators said that Lance would end up with someone he needed, not wanted.

Even if you ignore the blatant fact that Lance has wanted Allura from the beginning, it still makes this scene and Lance’s choice of words really interesting.

Lance straight up said that “Sometimes we don’t get what we want” while talking to Blue. And who is Blues new Paladin? That’s right! Allura! She even walked in right after he said it.

I know this has already been said, but just for the hell of it, let me point out that they also said Lance would end up with someone self assured, something Allura is not. She doubts herself more than any other character and has from day one. In fact, it’s Lance - one of the most insecure characters in the show - who gave her the confidence she needed in the season 4 final.

Now I really want to talk about this scene. I’ve heard people say that it parallels the ‘We are a good team’ moment from season one, and like, totally. It does, but apart of what this scene accomplished - at least to me - was solidifying the fact that Allura does not have feelings for Lance.


Lets break it down: There’s the obvious differences between these scenes. Keith and Lance’s has soft background music, unnecessarily long eye contact, fond smiles, a purple background (the combination of their respective colors), and a total mood shift. Its filled with romantic subtext and is also brought up later on several occasions. Lance and Allura’s moment had none of that.

Something less obvious Id like to point out is that if these scenes do parallel each other, then Lance would be the Keith in this situation and Allura the Lance. You may not agree with me, but I’m pretty positive that Keith has been low key pining for Lance since season one, which is fitting, because Lance has been pining for Allura. In Keith and Lance’s scene, Lance is drawn in by Keith whereas Allura merely glances back at Lance and then brushes him off. Insinuating that while Lance and Keith’s scene is a big moment to both of them and could be the start of feelings that Lance may go onto reciprocate, the same can not be said for Allura and Lance’s scene. In summary, Allura - being the Lance in this situation - did not show the same interest that Lance showed to Keith in their scene.

You could say that the situation was dire, and yeah, you’d be right, but for one, they don’t show us parallels for nothing. They’re used as a means to compare and contrast. Two, Keith straight up almost got his ass handed to him in the midst of a battle all because he was too busy making doki doki eyes at Lance. Meaning circumstance isn’t really an issue when dealing with this sort of thing.

The last thing I want to point out is, while Allura never reciprocates Lance’s advances, Lance - in his own self deluded, deny the bi, sort of way - does reciprocate Keith’s. First off, it should be heavily noted that Keith’s interest in Lance is much more subtle than Lance’s interest in Allura, because as we all know, Keith has abandonment issues, walls, and all that fun stuff. He doesn’t parade around his interest because he probably doesn’t see it ever being returned, not realistically.

But he’s wrong and here’s why: Lance feels inferior to the entire team, so the idea that he goes around challenging Keith and constantly vying for his attention out of pure jealousy/a need to prove himself makes no sense. If that were the case, he would behave that way towards everyone. Granted, Lance did think that Keith thought he was better than Lance, but in season two, Lance said, “I guess no one else thinks that” in regards to his marksmanship. Meaning Lance thinks that the rest of the team thinks hes not as talented as them also, and yet he treats them the same way he always has. Lance is literally obsessed with Keith, especially in season one. He’s the embodiment of the boy pulling on the girls pigtail to get her attention.

He also talked about Keith in admiration when he wasn’t around, wearing a similar face to that of the one he wears when hes flirting. Hell, he wears that same expression every time he teases Keith, but when he does it here, paired with this praise, we know it’s meant to be interpreted as a fond expression.

(also note that his expression morphs to this when he starts talking about Keith and only Keith despite the fact he’s praising the entire team)

He admires Keith. He wants Keith’s attention and respect. He flirtatiously banters with him. He goes to Keith when making important decisions about his future and place on the team. He expresses ambiguous jealousy every time Keith is with a girl.

Allura does none of this. So if you want to say that she could possibly reciprocate Lance’s feelings then you have to say the same for Lance towards Keith.

Look, my purpose here isn’t to dissuade anyone from shipping Allura and Lance or to down said shippers. I’m just trying to analyze cannon material and reach an conclusion. So my final theory on the matter of Lance’s love interest is that Lance has feelings for both Keith and Allura. He just doesn’t get that he has feelings towards Keith for the same reason he doesn’t want to admit he knows Allura doesn’t like him romantically. He likes to keep a lot of things tucked away in his head and chooses ignorance over introspection until those thoughts some how make it to the forefront and he’s forced to do otherwise. I think in season 5 the vlog will come into play and we’ll see the summation of Lance’s feelings towards Allura, but I have little to no doubt that it will not go the way he hopes it will.

And hey, if I’m wrong, I’m wrong. More power to you Allura and Lance shippers.