but he just sounds so bad

byte-sized-squip  asked:

Imagine michael and jeremy both having braces and when they try to make out for the first time their braces get stuck together like "hOW DO WE GET YOUR DAD TO HELP US WITH THIS"

i mean its very very very rare for braces to lock while kissing but not impossible so theoretically while it’s unlikely it could happen

michael laughs bc he thinks its funny but jeremy just starts crying

mr heere has to help them untangle and michael’s embarrassed but still finds it funny and jeremy refuses to kiss michael for like a week and a half afterwards and mr heere keeps giving them these Knowing Looks and jeremy doesnt wanna die but like falling into a three-year-long coma instead of making eye contact w his dad every morning doesnt sound too bad

anonymous asked:

Okay okay so can I request a one shot? Domestic victuuri in Victor's minimalistic apartment, it's late at night and there's a raging storm outside and Victor has astraphobia so he can't sleep and he's panicking but doesn't want to wake Yuuri up? He just sits in the kitchen alone, quietly suffering through it and somehow Yuuri wakes up and sees Victor like that and it's so strange to him. Like wow, THE Victor nikiforov is scared. And then he realises how bad the situation is and stays with him?

“I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.” - Eden Ahbez

Boom.

Viktor was not afraid of thunder.

He wasn’t, not really, not in the way that some did. Where it was the sound itself that brought them to their knees; that made them feel like the ground had slipped out from beneath their feet and all they could do was keep falling, falling, falling—

No.

Viktor was not afraid of thunder.

But he was afraid of the sound of dishes crashing over his head.

Terrified of the crack of his sister’s wrist when she was thrown to the floor just for standing in their father’s way. He would shake at bottles shattering on the floor because it meant that his father had come home drunk once again. Viktor gritted his teeth and gripped the bedsheets; he turned and looked at Yuuri. His beautiful Yuuri who was clutching a pillow in his arms and whose hair was sticking up at odd angles. He would be so understanding, Viktor knew, he would be the last person to ever judge Viktor for this and, yet, he was scared to wake up him. Self-doubt that Viktor rarely felt in his waking moments seemed to overwhelm him now, threatened to drown him.

He was gasping, gasping, gasping, but his lungs seemed to have left him. Choking on air, Viktor struggled to pull oxygen in, but it was like the air itself was bending around him, just out of his reach. He pulls his knees to chest, his legs icy from the kitchen tile.

How had he gotten here? Viktor couldn’t recall. He just kept seeing his mother’s porcelain vase—the one her own mother had given her, crashing over his head. It was like watching an old film that had no sound, but the thunder outside was keeping in rhythm with his memories.

Boom.

He sobbed, sobbed for his mother, sobbed for his sister, sobbed for the sunny bright-eyed child he had been. The one whose worst heartbreaks were from watching flowers wilt, who thought of thunder as God laughing with joy way up in the sky. Viktor curled into himself and the spikes of terror curled with him into something almost worse; they changed from needle-like stabs to deep aching pains.

Viktor stopped crying, stopped shaking. He thought maybe he was feeling everything. He thought maybe he was feeling nothing.

There was nothing left.

Boom.

And the world fell out from beneath his feet.


I’m not going to try to cram the whole thing here so here is the link for the rest:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10974957

burnbrightdoll  asked:

I do not want to sound stupid, or make anyone angry - I am just curious. Why is Val Velocity such a bad character? I have never been able to read the comics, so I am a little confused. Sorry if you have answered this before.

nah it’s okay!! he’s just a Really Bad Dude. like not even the kind of character where they’re villainous but you still have cause to like them… he’s just straight up unlikable. he bullies the girl about the fab four, taunts her for getting upset, steals poison’s mask from her… i just really hate him okay

anonymous asked:

This is gonna sound weird and I'm totally not condoning all age difference relationships but my boyfriend was 27 and I was 17 when we got together and he's an angel and we're both very intelligent and we both feel as tho we're on the same wavelength and he takes things as slow as I want and my parents even like him and he saved my life once and he just cares so much and he's the healthiest relationship I've ever had. It's not all bad

Like we live together and we both hustle and clean and cook and he has a 7 year old so we typically spend our nights playing with legos and when he’s with his mom he takes me out to eat or he rubs my feet and I rub his and we have movie nights or he encourages me to go catch up with my mom. And he supports me through everything I’ve decided to do about the 30 year old who raped me when I was 16 and he defends me in every way I can think of and he worries about holding me back and not letting me live my life because it’s a little early for me to settle down with a man with a kid but he’s not. And he won’t. I won’t let him and he won’t let himself. And when fall hits I’m going to college and he’s working while I do it and when I graduate we’ll swap. I’ll work and he’ll go back to college. And we have plans and goals to be happy. He’s my partner. This is turning into a rant on how much I love him

uhhhh…. ur not condoning all age differences but….. hai raba, lol

listen, uhh, first of all, why the fuck did you come into my askbox and try to make me sympathize with ur fucked up relationship dynamic? are u kidding me right now? im not ur therapist, im not ur friend, and i certainly dont wanna unpack the levels of disgust ur relationship gives me. i dont care how much ur ugly ass boyfriend “loves” you, because anyone with any sense knows that that is on so many planes of horrifying. but since u came here, u literally thought i cared, lets talk about it lol

who in the right mind would ever date a teenager (not even a legal adult lol) at the age of 27, when a person is physiologically mentally mature? let me tell you something, no person on this earth would pursue someone a teenager as an adult unless they were looking to manipulate, abuse, and/or sexually groom a kid. if you don’t believe me, literally ask any secure adult if they’d date a 17 year old. no fucking teenager is as “mature” as an adult, because every teenager is a kid, literally. i know this, because im 18, and compared to my older siblings, i dont know half as much shit as they do, but i certainly know way more know than i did when i was 17.

there is a huge difference between a 27 year old with a 17 year old versus and 67 year old with a 57 year old, and thats the fact that a 17 year old is NOT in anyway mentally mature enough to be with a 27 year old, and im damn sure your disgusting creepy ass boyfriend knew this. your parents should not in any way have endorsed this type of relationship, and im sorry that you didn’t have the right guidance to know that this sort of dynamic is unacceptable

the fact that this boy knows that you’re too young to settle down… maybe you dont see this as a red flag, but this is a clear indicator that age is a proponent in your guys’ unhealthy relationship. obviously, you won’t listen to me, a random stranger on the internet, but please, talk to someone outside your circle that is reliable and honest, like a real therapist. you need to drop him, and god, it makes me so uncomfortable that you literally came into my askbox, talked about your rape, and continued talking about your relationship.

maybe you don’t know that i’m a person behind a screen, but could you please learn that nobody has any obligation to agree with you or help you, especially a person on the internet you don’t know? why the fuck would you bring up your rape, why the fuck would you positively talk about your awful relationships age gap as if i myself don’t have a personal connection to these topics, as if these don’t affect me? this is my personal vent blog, not some sort of advice column. shame on you for sending me this. 

more merle + sensory bullshit ive experienced bc honestly why havent i talked about this before?????

-merle absolutely hates being in the clergy for church services because of the constant whispering and and the smacking sound of lips moving without talking while everyone says their own prayers during silent parts of mass, as a kid this got so bad that he’d have meltdowns in the middle of service and his dad actually thought he was possessed by a demon because of it

-on the flip side, as long as he isnt having too bad of a sensory day, he absolutely loves the choir singing, i imagine if they’re out in the open while doing church services the prayers dont echo as much as they do in actual church buildings so thats a plus

-stares directly into the sun for long periods of time because it feels nice

-constantly spinning. constantly

-wears a necklace with a pan flute pendant that he just. sticks in his mouth constantly. shoves the chain into his mouth and fiddles with it/pushes it into the gaps between his teeth while working. gnaws on the pendant when really stressed. if he’s not wearing it he starts chewing his nails and sometimes even the skin around it bc he cant just Not Chew On Something

-drinks stuff that is too hot because it feels nice

-i already said this but clothing seams??? tags on clothing???? awful. horrible. he never buys new clothes and just wears the same comfortable worn in just loose enough but not too baggy shirts and shorts that he always has. would rather run around ass naked than wear anything that’s a smidgen too tight. thank god the bracer was fitted perfectly or else he probably would’ve actually tried to get magnus to cut it off his arm

Yuri!!! On Stage Event Report!

So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!

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Bangtan Fic Rec

All of these are on ao3, they’re all shipping fics. I’ll add more as I read, these are just the ones I’ve read so far. My opinion is in italics, I only added the pairing, summary and theme of the fics, not the warnings and ratings so check those out when you’re gonna read them because some of them contain either smut, death or violence. You’ve been warned.

Fics in this list: 43.


I dream in the shape of your mouth by jonghyun | Namjin, College!AU.

Summary: Seokjin spends a lot of time in the library. Now, Namjoon does too. Taemin tries to summon Satan, and Jimin is a fuckboy.

*Jackson voice* Cute

Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast by Kavbj | Taekook, College!AU, Fantasy!AU

Summary: Taehyung has magic in his veins and Jungkook’s determined not to let it kill him.

Dude. This fic is so creative and well-written… I finished it and felt empty.

beat for me (live for me)  by bakkushan | Namjin, Mafia!AU part of the offer me your deathless death series.

Summary: Namjoon’s looking at himself and then at Seokjin and all he can see is Life and Death lying next to each other under a starless sky.

I cried like a bitch with this one, painful as fuck.

All you need is love (and pink) by vppa | NamJin, Angels and Demons!AU.

Summary: Most people only have one miniature angel or devil riding on their shoulders to serve as the physical manifestation of their conscience. Poor Namjoon has five, and they’re all telling him the same thing: “fucking talk to him god dammit what the fuck is wrong with you”

Funny and sweet. I like it.

Can I Get Your Dewey Decimal Number? by melecs| NamJin, Library!AU.

Summary: Seokjin loved working at the library, but some patrons got on his nerves. Take, for example, the grown man who sat in the corner every day and leeched off of the Wi-Fi. And Seokjin worked in the children’s department.

Ah, this is… something else, for sure. Cute as hell. Funny, too.

The less I know the better by mucha | Taegi, Namjin, Fake Relationship!AU

Summary: “Together with their families, Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin… Wow, this is formal… Wait,” Hoseok squints at the paper, before looking back at Yoongi with a quizzical look on his face. “They invited you with a guest? But… You’re single, right?”

“Min Yoongi,” Jimin glares at him over the bar, crossing his arms sternly over his chest. “If you’re seeing someone and you didn’t tell us I will kick your ass, so help me god.”

“I’m not dating anyone,” Yoongi sighs, grabbing the invitation and scanning it quickly. The words “with a guest” are underlined and Yoongi can almost see it: the smugness on his brother’s face as he nods with satisfaction, putting the pencil down.

“So what does it mean?”

Yoongi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding making eye contact.

“I might’ve… invented a boyfriend,” he finally mumbles to the glass in front of him.

This is so good, amazing, incredible. Brilliant. Entertaining as hell.

Star Light, Star Bright (The Last Star I’ll See Tonight) by DreamsOfAnotherReality | Taekook, Yoonseok, Teen!AU.

Summary: Jung Kook and Taehyung fall in love the summer Hoseok goes missing.  

Hoseok just wanted to see the stars and confess to Yoongi gdi bye I’m gonna fucking kill myself.

Creating a home series by CheekyBrunette | Namjin, Foster Parents!AU

Summary: A BTS Foster Care AU

This AU is so cute and fluffy I love Domestic!Namjin

The Professor’s Family series by EquinoxSolstice | Taekook, NamJin, Family!AU

Summary: Professor Kim Namjoon is married.

He doesn’t have a wife.

They have a sort-of son.

And Jeon Jungkook just crossed paths with them.

Read this. It’s great, I promise.

The Greatest by Little_Dimples | jikook, College!AU, Sports!AU.

Summary: Person A is a hockey player person B a figure skater. Person A is told he needs more grace on the ice so he is forced to get lessons by person B. Problem is they hate each other.

Or Person A is Jungkook and Person B is Jimin.

I had so much fun reading this you don’t get it. As I was reading in class i had to hide my face because I was smiling so much. Really good fic.

400 minutes | yoonmin, School!AU.

Summary: Min Yoongi expected a lot of weird experiences to happen when he went to college, but being the roommate of his high school love who apparently “moved away for good” was not one of them.

Angsty but in a good way.

Beta Tau Sigma by bazooka | Namjin, Yoonmin, College!AU, Frat!AU.

Summary: A collection of events occurring within (and without) the walls of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house.
At Beta Tau Sigma, there are only a few rules:

1) have a declared major in the College of Music;
2) keep your GPA above a 3.4;
3) don’t let Taehyung into the liquor cabinet;
4) don’t fuck up with Kim Seokjin. The rest is all fine print.

(Rating changed to M for sexual content in ch17.)

OKAY, THIS FIC IS THE END OF EVERYTHING FOR ME. My Favorite Fic Of All Time. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me, even House of Cards. This fic has it all, humor, angst, fluff, smut. Everything. Incredible fic. Golden fic.

cuz in a sky full of stars (I think I saw you) by wowoashley | Taekook, Namjin, Fake Relationship!AU

Summary: taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.

This is so cute and cliché but in a good way, I really love this fic.

ce monde est une têmpete by astringxnt | Taekook, Yoonmin, Namjin, College!AU

Summary: they say that one should fall in love with their eyes open, but Jungkook keeps his closed, and Taehyung is afraid that they’ll fall in all the wrong places.

the concept of strings in space time theory is that on a one dimensional plane, one only has the option of going backwards or forwards in their direction of travel. Jungkook chooses to be swept along into the unknown, with Taehyung as his only anchor.

AMAZING! I really like the plot of this one.

Safe and Sound by bazooka | Namjin, Royalty!AU.

Summary: From a tumblr prompt: Jin is a prince, and Namjoon is his bodyguard.

“You’re sort of bad at this.”
“Nah. You’re safe, aren’t you?”

Prince!Jin. That’s all I have to say about this fic. Amazing.

(thought you knew) you were in this song by expplipo | Taekook, Yoonseok, Namjin, Soulmate!AU

Summary: Taehyung nearly chokes, but only nearly. Instead he raises an eyebrow and puts on the most suave smile he can manage. Hopes he looks far more collected than his for-some-reason racing heartbeat would let on, more suit-and-wine than elementary-schooler-with-a-new-crush. “You like me?”

Jeongguk blushes, and looks at his feet. He’s smiling. “Of course.”

“Really?” Taehyung says. “Like? Or like like?”

(So much for suit-and-wine.)

Nothing to say apart from it being amazing.

Common Thread by sugafree | Yoonmin, Namjin, Soulmate!AU

Summary: Red String of Fate AU where Yoongi doesn’t believe in soulmates and spends a long time trying to avoid a certain someone on the other end of his red thread.

I’m a sucker for Soulmates, but this fic is good regardless, love the way it’s written.

for you, anything by kadotas | Vmin, Yoonkook, Namjin, Marriage!AU

Summary: “Talk dirty to me,” Taehyung says lowly into Jimin’s ear, breath ghosting Jimin’s earlobe, eliciting a slight shudder from the latter.

“I’m not wearing underwear,” Jimin whispers back, pulling back to look Taehyung in the eye.

Taehyung groans gruffly at this, breaking the eye contact to lean down and nip Jimin’s jawline gently. “God yes baby that’s just-“

“I’m not wearing any underwear because you never fucking put the laundry in the fucking dryer like I’ve asked you to 100 times,” Jimin hisses, voice strained with vehemence, glaring at him and Taehyung sighs defeatedly.

(in which Taehyung and Jimin navigate through married life together, realising belatedly that it’s not always smooth sailing.)

Domestic Vmin is the best Vmin.

Let me know by TheOrgasmicSeke | Yoonmin, Yoonkook, Jikook, Yoonminkook, Namjin, Vhope, I Need U!AU, Poly!AU

Summary: Talking about it, of course, became harder as the days passed by. Yoongi could never find the right time to bring it up. He was still wondering if he was just imaging things. If he was just thinking he was feeling the things he was feeling. But that was quickly disproved every single time Jimin curled up around him and Jungkook kissed him. He was a fucking idiot in love with two bigger idiots and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Except probably ruin it by talking about it. Hell, maybe it was better to just never mention it and pretend it wasn’t happening.

So good. No other words.

Find the value of an elephant by tired angry egg (Mirabelle) | Namjin, Highschool!AU, Tutor!AU

Summary: When Kim Taehyung’s academic situation takes a turn for the worse, his mother is convinced to hire a highly recommended tutor in the hopes for a miracle that would turn her son into a conscientious student. Her eldest son, Seokjin, has a far more skeptical opinion on this entire thing, expecting it to be-lest he sugarcoat it-a complete failure. And Kim Namjoon is just really bad at making good first impressions (or second ones, or just impressions altogether).

Cute and funny.

A Sociolinguistic Analysis of Epenthesis in Academic Convergence by bazooka | Namjin, College!AU, Professor!AU

Summary: Epenthesis
A phonological phenomenon in which two disparate sounds meet, creating a third sound between them which wasn’t there before.

There were a lot of jobs worse than being partnered with world-renowned Absent-Minded Professor Kim Namjoon, but Professor Kim Seokjin couldn’t think of what any of them were at the moment.

THIS! IS! SO! GOOD! Honestly, I’m in love with this fic.

The Mark of an Educated Mind by bazooka | Namjin, Metafiction.

Summary: At three o'clock in the morning after he’d been working for ten hours straight and everything he touched came out wrong and all his words were stilted and clumsy and all his music was rough and tangled… for some ungodly reason Kim Namjoon opened up a new browser window, typed bangtan sonyeondan fan fiction into the search bar, and then (god) hit enter.

No comment.

A Wonderful Institution by bazooka | Namjin, Yoonmin, Wedding Planner!AU.

Summary: Kim Seokjin is a wedding caterer. Kim Namjoon is a wedding planner.

Both of them think marriage is a societal construct with no place in modern life. Neither of them would know Real Love if it came up to them at a wedding and made a wager.

I love this fic because it’s so cute and funny to me.

Just Skin by syubology | Taegi, College!AU.

Summary: Yoongi is small and angry and 200% done with having feelings; Taehyung is Taehyung; Hoseok harasses Yoongi with petnames and Jimin ships Yoonseok. That’s basically it.

The fic that made me ship Taegi.

Pour up (Drank) by mindheist | Taekook, College!AU, Frat!AU.

Summary: If you can read this, take another shot.

LISTEN. This fic is so good it’s almost Beta Tau Sigma and that’s saying a lot because I love that fic. Anyways, the story in this one is great and it has its funny moments as well as fluffy and frustrating ones. Great fic.

Sidereal by darling | Vmin, Childhood Friends!AU.

Summary: Here we observe the Earth and the Sun in their natural habitat: each other.

This is all cute and fluffy in some parts but deep in others. Beautiful fic, I like the concept.

half a soul divided by jynxu | Minjoon, Taekook, Yoonseok, Soulmate!AU

Summary: Park Jimin has never been on a date. Nor has he had his first kiss, flirted with anyone, or fallen in love. His classmates would ridicule him and base nicknames over his distaste toward anything romantic. (Look, here comes Saint Jiminie!) Even his younger brother would make fun of him while his parents watched with pitying looks on their faces.

Nobody understood.

or: soulmate au where your soulmate’s date of death is tattooed on your wrist.

This made me cry. At school. No joke my friends were worried. Great fic, read if you want to cry.

Out of My System by xxdevilishxx | Yoonmin, Vhope, Namjin, One Night Stand!AU.

Summary: Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club.

I read this instead of studying. Really good and interesting, I like the characters.

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks | Taekook, Gangster!AU, Mafia!AU.

Summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?”

Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.

Or, Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

Cute and a good read, the concept is awesome and I like the way it’s written.

House of Cards by sugamins | Taekook, Vmin, Jikook, Vminkook, Mafia!AU, Gangster!AU.

Summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

“You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.”

Trailer. This fic. I have no words. It’s beautifully written and the plot is amazing, really interesting and just plain good. The fic to end all Mafia!AUs. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me. It’s also a long read.

Let Me In Or Let Me Down by noraebangbang | Yoonmin, A/B/O.

Summary: Yoongi hates dealing with heat cycles and suppressants and life in general. Everything is a terrible mess, and then there’s Jimin to make things a tiny bit brighter.

Now, listen, I don’t really like ABO, but this fic is so good that I wanna like it because if there are any other ABO fics like this gem then I’m in for a treat.

Kickstart series by Error401 | Yoonmin, Namjin, Vhope, Gangster!AU, Hitman!AU

Summary: Hitman!Yoongi AU.

The plot of this series is really interesting, I read it all in one sitting because I just needed more. It’s really good.

The Still Point (Of The Turning World) by inkingbrushes | Yoonseok, Reincarnation!AU, Soulmates!AU, Multiple lives!AU.

Summary: Because Yoongi doesn’t know how this started, or how this will end, but he knows this simple fact: he knows that there is a love between them that is much fiercer than the burning sun. There is that love then, and there is that love now, and surely there will be that same love the next time.

(Or: the one where they’re reincarnated over and over again and Yoongi meets a different version of Hoseok every time but Yoongi is the only one that remembers.)

Ok, this fic made me cry really hard and I’m still affected by it. It’s beautiful and sad and you should totally read it.

One foot in the grave

From the age of two Lance never stopped moving.
He would crawl through his house making it impossible to keep track of him.
However it was nothing compared to what he was like when he learned how to walk.
Soon as he could stand on his own two feet he was gone.
He would run through the garden chasing birds.
He would run to his classes in school.
He would run to the store.
He would run across the road.
Without looking both ways.
He would run straight into the path of a truck.
While he was lying in the hospital bed with his legs shattered all the doctors would tell him was how lucky he was to be alive.
For a while Lance thought that his luck would also save his legs.
But it wasn’t to be.
The doctors did all they could, using pins to try and fuse the bones back together.
However after only two days infection had set in and they had no choice but to amputate the first leg.
The second came a week later after it became clear that the bone just wasn’t fusing back together.
For months Lance was trapped in a chair, healing and waiting.
He never cried though. If he cried then his mama would cry.
Lance wouldn’t have his mama crying because of him.
When he finally got prosthetics it wasn’t what he had been hoping for.
It was a long painful process full of disappointment and failure before he could walk again.
And an even longer time before he could run again.
However Lance was determined and never gave up.
By time he moved to a new high school no one could tell he was missing both legs.

Lance was walking home from class grumbling to himself. He was pretty annoyed that his best friend Hunk had decided that he would prefer to hang out with Pidge then him.
Well not decided more like had to do he wouldn’t fail the project they were working on.
But Lance felt like being petty.
It had been raining that day, the humidity made his stumps painful which made him irritated.
To make things worse he had no choice but to walk home in the rain since his car had gone and died on him that morning.
Lance was so busy wallowing in self pity that he didn’t even notice he was about to walk into someone.
He managed to walk straight into a figure huddled inside their jacket causing the two of them to fall to the ground with a thud.
“What the hell man!” Lance yelled before stopping when he realised who he had just walked into.
Keith glared at him the rain plastering his dark hair to his face “not my fault! You walked into me!”
“Yeah well your still a jerk! You park in the handicapped space yesterday at the mall!” Lance yelled pointing at him accusingly.
“Why the hell do you care where I park! It was like 4am and it wasn’t like anyone needed it!” Keith snapped getting to his feet and trying to brush some of the water away.
“You didn’t kno-” Lance had tried to stand but when he was halfway up a cracking sound echoed around the empty campus and he went flying forwards right into Keith who caught him out of pure instinct.
Keith’s anger quickly turned to concern and nausea at the sight of the unnatural angle the lower half of Lance’s leg was now bent.
“Oh my god! Shit I’ll call an ambulance!” Keith stuttered as he carefully lowered Lance to the floor and looked for his phone only to find it cracked and unresponsive.
“D-don’t worry I’ll erm I’ll… why are you laughing?”
Lance was laughing hard as he watched Keith’s panicked actions.
“Relax dude I’m fine. See” he grabbed his foot and pulled making Keith have to fight the urge to throw up as it came away in his hand.
“See just plastic.”
Keith’s eyes widened at the sight of the prosthetic. He had no idea that Lance, the over confident narcissistic pretty boy was a amputee.
Suddenly him getting upset about Keith taking the handicapped spot makes much more sense.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
Lance shrugged, “nah you were right it wasn’t your fault. But erm if your still riding the guilt train I could use a ride? I mean if you don’t mind.” He looked away blushing and Keith couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah sure.”
He didn’t wait for permission, instead he simply scooped Lance up princess style and walked him to his car, a small beat up red thing that could almost pass for home made with all the repairs done to it.
“H-hey I don’t need carrying!” Lance’s blush deepened as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck for stability only. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
“It’s quicker then you just hopping along.” Keith shrugged as he deposited Lance in the passenger seat and took his place behind the wheel.
“Still dude. It’s humiliating. Bad enough you know about my legs.”
Keith rose and eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I only knew about one of them.”
“Fuck…” Lance hissed under his breath.
Keith couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that.
“Man I really am an idiot, can you keep this between us… it’s just I’d prefer everyone not to know.”
Lance sounded so small and vulnerable in that moment that Keith glanced over to check that it really was the same obnoxious guy he knew from school.
“Look I promise I won’t tell anyone… but maybe you should.”
“What would you know about this?” Lance huffed crossing his arms.
“More then you would expect, my brother Shiro lost his arm and he was suffering in silence for a long time. I just don’t want you to do the same.”
Keith glanced over at Lance to see him looking very embarrassed.
Keith’s eyes widened “b-by that I mean anyone in your situation not j-just you specifically!” He rambled on quickly.
Lance laughed that strong joy filled laugh of his That always seems to light up the room. “It’s cool man. I knew what you meant.”
They pulled up outside Lance’s home and Keith offered his shoulder for support this time rarther then carrying him in.
After ringing the bell and waiting on the door step Lance looked up at Keith. “Hey Keith.”
“Yeah Lance?”
“Thanks.”
Lance kissed him on the cheek just as the door opened and Lance launched himself on his older brother closing the door behind him.
Leaving a very confused, very wet but also very very VERY happy Keith standing outside.

The Guest House

Originally posted by beui


Description: Yoongi the hostel owner slowly develops a rapport with a girl and her friends that keep visiting.  Maybe a bit of a flirtatious one.  Maybe even a little crush.  One night he gets protective on a date gone bad and it leads to smut.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: So, basically, this is based off an experience I had last week. Not the smut part (ughhhhh), but the whole hostel owner coming to save the day when this dude just wouldn’t get the hint and leave. I relayed the experience to @ellieljade , because I needed her to die with me, and we both decided it should be used for smut fuel. Like grown adults. 

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@whoacanada posted this, and I’ve seen it a few times now, and finally caught a bit of time so this happened. also tagging @especially-shitty @audiaphilios @pale-silver-comb and @rhysiana who I’ve either seen reblog this, or think will enjoy it. Maybe a birthday present for @iboatedhere too.

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There’s a figure skating exhibition in Montréal which Bob is guest announcing at, so the whole Zimmermann fam goes to watch.

Jack is still in his in between phase of adolescence, not quite grown into his limbs, face still rounded with the last bits of stubborn childhood fat. His whole body still a little too large, and his confidence bowed under the extra weight and his blooming anxiety about his future, his sexuality, and life as the child of two incredibly successful, beautiful people.

But underneath that, is a clever, witty, ridiculous flirty man waiting for an opportunity to present itself.

Enter one Eric R. Bittle. Just over five and a half feet of lean muscle and able to move it all with a speed and grace that leaves Jack breathless. Watching Eric skate, watching him bring the story of his music to life in sweeping arcs and gravity defying jumps and spins, is a revelation. Jack loses himself in the sparkling whirlwind of movement and glowing blond hair that is Eric Bittle.

When his routine ends, in a glorious final spin that leaves Eric with outstretched arms and his head thrown back, a triumphant smile on his face, Jack is mesmerized by the line of Eric’s neck and the way he can see the heavy breaths Eric is taking. Jack can feel his heart beating in time with the rise and fall of Eric’s chest. When Eric looks up, he looks radiant, and he looks right at Jack. The full impact of his smile hits Jack right in the gut.

He must make a sound, because Alicia looks at him with a knowing gleam in her eyes and asks “Ça'va, cher?” Jack can only nod, eyes glued to Eric’s figure as he makes his way off the ice. He misses Alicia’s grin, but takes comfort in the arm she wraps around his shoulder, difficult with the way he’s almost taller than her now, even at 16, but still nice.

He’s not entirely sure how, but he ends up in the hallway outside the locker room with his parents. Bob is talking with the skaters as they come out, Jack mostly a silent presence, making awkward attempts at conversation when addressed and getting slightly irritated at the way everyone looks at him like he’s adorable despite them mostly being not much older than him. (He’d checked Eric’s age at least, and was incredibly pleased that he was the same age.)

Then, Eric is just. There. In front of him. Smiling that same sunshiny smile that is even more spectacular up close. From this close, Jack can see the warm honey and bourbon flecks in Eric’s big brown eyes, and how they radiate kindness. He feels like he’s taking up too much space, feels all the clumsiness in his limbs that only seems to disappear when he’s playing hockey.

When Eric speaks, his accent catches Jack off guard, but in a good way. It makes him feel warm and soft, and he hopes he isn’t blushing.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Zimmermann, it is such an honor to meet you! I’ve followed both of your careers, and y'all are such an inspiration!” Eric’s exuberance makes Jack smile, he feels it stretch across his face and can’t even be embarrassed about it because when Eric looks at him Jack sees it reflected back at him.

“Oh. Hello! You’re Jack, right? The next Zimmermann to watch out for?” He says it with sincerity, and a hint of a chirp, and Jack doesn’t feel any of the pressure he usually does when people talk about his legacy.

He takes just a second too long to reply, and his dad nudges his arm a little to get his attention. He catches a smirk on Bob’s face in his peripheral vision, and a quick wordless exchange between his parents, and has a sudden flash of his dad telling him about how he wooed his mom by speaking to her in French at any given opportunity.

So when Jack responds, a second or two past what’s strictly socially acceptable but not so long it’s awkward, he can only say “Bonjour, Eric,” as he presents his hand, almost sighing when Eric slips his own surprisingly soft hand into Jack’s, shaking it with a firm grip and a smile still on his face. “Vous étiez incroyable.”

He’s vaguely aware that he should be mortified, but Eric’s cheeks turn a delightful pink and it makes something in Jack want to rise to the challenge of keeping the color there.

“Oh my,” Eric laughs, “You can call me Bitty, Jack. Though I must admit my French is terrible, merci beaucoup.” His accent is quite awful, really, but when Jack notices their hands are still together, that they’re just holding hands now, he can only grin wider.

“De rien, Bitty.” Bitty looks down slightly, notices their hands and his eyes widen. He looks up at Jack from under his impressively thick lashes with a look of wonder on his face.

Bitty mutters what sounds like “Oh, lord,” and Jack chuckles under his breath.

Jack couldn’t agree more. So he squeezes Bitty’s hand and says just quietly enough that Bitty has to lean in a little “D’accord.”

anonymous asked:

boyfriend jungkook??? i hope i'm not rude :)

oh good lord he’s too cute 

Originally posted by apgujeon

  • the boy isn’t super experienced so he probably asks you a lot about how relationships work 
  • he really likes you and doesn’t wanna mess up over something stupid so he’ll be like “do couples do this? what about this?”
  • gah so cute.
  • “i’m the golden maknae and you’re my golden gf/bf” 
  • looks up lame pick-up lines and memorizes a bunch so he can tell them to you randomly 
  • like one day y’all are on the couch making out and he suddenly pulls away and is like “if you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber” 
  • is smiling super big and you’re just like :| boy if you don’t 
  • imAGINE HUGG IN G THISL IL DUDE
  • he would give the bestest cuddliest warm hugs 
  • him constantly singing songs whether it be bts songs or just ones stuck in his head the boy is always singing 
  • never sounds bad of course 
  • his voice might break but he just keeps goin 
  • he likes going on adventures with you because he started training at such a young age and then debuted as well 
  • so if hes got free time yall are exploring something
  • wearing matching masks when you two go out so fans don’t recognize you 
  • not supe r clingy but loves attention 
  • taking couple selfies with semi-matching outfits
  • taking dumb pictures of him to post on twitter 
  • going to anime shops 
  • just to malls in general because he likes shopping with you 
  • the type to be like “i’m the golden maknae i can do anything” to “am i really good enough” in half a second :-(
  • but you reassure him that he’s amazing and that so many people across the world love him, including you 
  • and he’s good to go 
  • will always worry because bts are popular and he doesn’t always have time for you 
  • like what if you arent feeling well or get upset while he’s gone 
  • “can you rub my back pretty please~~~~~~~~~”
  • takes u to the studio and teaches you couple dances omg imagine dancing to now with him 
  • is super ridiculous but y’all still learn the dance somehow 
  • youd be the one cooking all the time and jungkook would LOVE it 
  • would tease you like “are u sure u can get that???” 
  • grabs what you need but still holds it out of your reach 
  • can’t cook on his own but he likes helping you do smaller things
  • probably tries to fuck you in the kitchen but youre like “boy im trying to cook us FOOD go use ur hand” 
  • “but my hand isn’t you” 
  • LOL BYE 
  • sharing memes with other while hes on tour 
  • if u send him an old meme he won’t let u forget 
  • shows the boys “LOOK LOL (y/n) sent me a dead meme”
  • likes taking videos of y’all (sexual or not idrk) 
  • watches them on tour when he misses you
  • which results in pouty kook cuz “they’re so faaaaaar” 
  • “so faaaaaar away” 
  • “yoongi stfu” 
  • you wear his pikachu onsie while he’s gone and take a selfie to send him
  • boy literally dies. responds with; headlines: bts’ very own golden maknae passes away due to cuteness 
  • wearing whatever clothing of his at your place while he’s on tour becomes tradition and he’s always like “baaaaaaabe where’s my selfie” 
  • jk the type to freak the fuck out when you post a selfie
  • spams you oh lord 
  • you’ve probably blocked him a couple times or 20
  • ur #1 fan in whatever you do 

things Even experiences with sleepy/tired Isak:

  • lots of soft kisses and nose nuzzling
  • the radiant soft pink glow on his skin he always gets (mostly those adorable cheeks) when he’s cosy and warm in Even’s arms under their duvet
  • quiet whispered discussions about anything and everything, what they’re gonna do that day, how their homework is going, when they’re next visiting parents. just cosy domestic stuff that Even loves.
  • comfortably quiet breakfasts, sometimes over their second hand kitchen table and sometimes in bed, where they share sleepy smiles and nudge each other’s knees playfully while they eat
  • slowly dancing around their flat (if you could even call it that), as close together as two people could possibly be, the sides of their heads resting together and their arms wrapped like vines around the others waist just listening to each others breathing and their hearts beat because neither of them are awake enough to talk
  • Isak whining that they don’t need to get out of bed and meaning Even sets alarms ten minutes earlier now to accommodate Isak’s need for snuggle time
  • half arsing dinner and just ordering take out or giving up with it all together because they just want to lie down and recharge from the day’s events and how bad can it be to skip a dinner here or there
  • Isak falling asleep literally anywhere if he’s tired enough. over the kitchen table, sat in the school cafeteria, that one time Isak had been in the shower too long for even a 17 year old boy and Even went in to check on him and it turned out Isak had sat down under the shower and fallen asleep there despite (or maybe because of?) the warm water raining down on him
  • when Isak’s tired his brain gets things muddled up and his sentences sometimes come out backwards and he doesn’t even realise (like the time he asked Even if he’d homework’d his finish and Even said he didn’t study Finnish and they both stared at each other in confusion for a solid 60 seconds). most of the time Even can figure out what he means thankfully

things Even experiences with Tired™ Isak:

  • Isak getting overly emotional about everything, with all logic going out the window. homework unfinished? Isak is psyching himself out into thinking he’s going to fail all his classes. Even looked at him strangely? Even is realising Isak is a mess and he doesn’t have time for him. Isak burns dinner? he’s an impossible human being it’s no wonder his family fell apart when he can’t even cook a simple omelette. you get the idea.
  • Isak’s temper going from 0-50000 real quick. but his face always crumples before he’s even finished snapping and snarling (or shouting on the odd occasion)
  • having to wrap Isak up in so many layers and blankets because when he’s tired Isak cannot keep the cold from his bones and constantly shivers and shakes even when it’s a warm day
  • holding Isak close in the small hours of the morning while he tries to sleep, rubbing Isak’s back and stroking his curls and sometimes even rocking him gently, just wanting to help his exhausted boy sleep
  • the few times it got so bad that Even woke up to Isak shaking against him trying not to cry and when Even gathered him closer still his heart breaking when the tears spilt over Isak’s cheeks and he choked out I just want to sleep
  • the utterly terrifying night that Even can’t think about even now without breaking into a sweat. he’d woken up to the sound of retching and stumbled across to their small bathroom and found Isak hugging porcelain with a half empty bottle of sleeping pills on the floor.
  • for a wild second Even thought it was a suicide attempt and he was horrified that he’d missed warning signs that weren’t there, but when he dropped to his knees Isak choked out an apology and the tears spilled over (whether it was from the stress of vomiting or the emotional strain is still unknown) and he kept repeating that he was so tired and he just wanted to sleep. that was when Even took matters into his own hands and made Isak a doctor’s appointment
  • the many a night that Even woke up and through bleary eyes saw Isak lying awake next to him just staring blindly up at the ceiling
  • Isak not being mentally present at all for short stretches of time. sometimes he’ll even space out midsentence, to the extent that Even’s wondered if maybe Isak is having absent seizures rather than just being too exhausted to function
Temptation (M)

A one-shot for a lovely anon. Enjoy it mate ;)

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Jungkook and Reader

Genre: Werewolf! Jungkook, smut

Word count: 4,126 words

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Jungkook!”

No answer.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Jungkook!”

Still no answer. You didn’t care that an old lady walking behind you gave you a very dirty look before shuffling down the corridor to her own apartment. It was only the manners instilled by your parents that stopped you from shooting daggers right back at her.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“JEON JUNGKOOK! Open the fucking door right now or I -”

Your shouts as well as your fist froze in mid-air when the door whipped open to reveal the man whose name you’d been yelling at the top of your lungs.

“Why the hell are you banging my door down?” Jungkook’s frown and his tone told you that he was irritated, which fueled your anger even more. He had no right to be annoyed at you after the shit he had put you through today.

“Why weren’t you at work?” You managed to lower your volume now that there wasn’t a door separating the two of you, but you made sure that he knew how angry you were.

“I took a day off, but I’m sure you could have gotten that information from the HR.”

His flippant answer didn’t impress you one bit. “You know that isn’t what I’m talking about.”

“Then what are you talking about?” The question came out sounding incredulous, but you didn’t miss the uncomfortable shuffling of the guilty man. He knew what you were talking about. Before you could point it out, however, a high-pitched woman’s voice called from inside his apartment.

“Who’s at the door, babe? Come back to bed, I can’t wait anymore!”

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[TRANS] Baekhyun :: Take You Home (바래다줄게)

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I know, even if you act like it’s nothing,
that you’re waiting, and that I can’t do anything
about the sadness in your eyes
even as you force a smile,
I can feel it.

It’s fine, you don’t have to say sorry.
It’s enough just having you
by my side, you don’t need to say it.
No, it’s fine, I’ll listen
if it helps you feel better.

I’m not your man,
but keep an eye on me (I need you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
even if I can’t hold you,
I’m a man with a sturdy back*
who can take you home.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.

Even if you act like it’s nothing,
you’re waiting, and you know you can’t do anything
about the sadness showing around your mouth
even as you smile.
I can feel it.

It’s fine, you don’t have to say sorry.
It’s enough just having you
by my side, you don’t need to say it.
No, it’s fine, I’ll listen
if it helps you feel better.

I’m not your man,
but keep an eye on me (I need you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
even if I can’t hold you,
I’m a man with a sturdy back*
who can take you home.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.

How can he not know that you’ll smile
(that I was able to give you strength)
even with these ridiculously bad words of comfort?*

I’ll stay as I am,*
so keep an eye on me (I love you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
but even if I can’t hold you right now,
I’m a man with a big heart
who can protect you and stay by your side.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.

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off limits | 02 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin 
words: 7,520
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 |

a/n: if you squint, you can see the beginnings of a plot haha!

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Perfect Ten

Summary:  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, Dean’s slight pudge has always been a part of himself that he’s never felt completely comfortable with.  After a few miserable days of unsuccessful dieting and choking down rabbit food, Cas reminds him exactly how beautiful he is.   


“You’re getting kinda chubby!”  

Charlie makes this remark lightly, offhandedly, as she passes by Dean on the way to breakfast that morning:  Dean had been stretching his arms overhead in a yawn so that his cotton shirt rode up over his stomach, which Charlie takes the opportunity to poke.

Startled, he looks down just in time to see the disconcerting way in which her fingertip sort of smushes into the soft, freckly flesh.  

Dean halts in his tracks, blinking comprehensively.  “Wait, what?”  is all he can think to say.

Charlie, who’d been nonchalantly continuing on her way down the hall, turns to look at him.  “Well, you don’t have to sound so offended about it,” she laughs.  “I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything!”

Dean folds his arms defensively.  “Then what did you mean, Charles?”

“First of all, I answer only to Charlie, Ms. Bradbury, or the Illustrious Queen of Moondoor.  Next, I just meant you put on a couple pounds.  Maybe getting a bit of a tummy.  It’s no big deal.”

Dean looks comprehensively down at his stomach.  Now that he thinks about it, he has been eating more these days – he’s been going through sort of a “nesting period” during his relationship with Cas:  lots of baking pies, burgers, etc.  He didn’t think it was noticeable.  

Taking note of the gravity of his expression, Charlie laughs, punching him lightly in the shoulder.  “You don’t have to look so glum about it!  It’s cute.”

Dean glowers at her, tugging self consciously at his t-shirt.  “M’not cute,” he mutters grouchily.  “I’m a warrior.

Charlie laughs again.  “Alright, warrior.  Hurry up and take care of your morning breath – Kevin’s making waffles again!”

With that, Charlie skips off down the hall, leaving Dean to steep in his juices.  He lets Charlie laugh it off, of course – he knows she didn’t mean any harm – but the fact is, Dean’s always known he’s had a little bit of pudge around his midsection, and he’s always been the slightest bit insecure about it.  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, it’s one of the things about himself that he’s never particularly liked.  

His one solace was convincing himself that these features weren’t as noticeable to everyone else as they are to him.  Now, that seems to have changed.  

Dean pulls up the rim of his shirt, noting sourly the way in which his pudge protrudes slightly over the waistband of his pajama pants.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so hungry anymore.

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The Proposal part 1 |M|

You’re tired of being alone for years without a boyfriend so you propose a deal to Jimin.

Originally posted by zynpyzkcu

word count: 5.2k

tags: smut for days, fluff(in later chapters), angst(in later chapters), badboy!Jimin, collegeAU!Jimin


Your heart would’ve jumped right out of your chest if not for your ribs that confined them because your heart was beating so fast. As you walked down the steps with stiff legs, your eyes were settled on the man who sat just a few rows ahead of you. You took in the his outfit–a simple over-sized black hoodie and ripped denim jeans. He was shoving his belongings inside of his black backpack as you approached him.

“J-Jimin?” You croaked, hoping that he didn’t hear your unsteady voice crack. Hearing his name, the college boy turned his head and you took in his features. He looked quite tired; his hooded eyes still seemed laced with sleep despite it being four in the afternoon. His bottom lip was red and plump as if he had been nibbling on it for a long time. He laid his eyes on you and you stiffened once again. Now that he was in front of you, your mind suddenly went blank.

“Yes?” He raised his eyebrows at you in curiosity. You gulped and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I would like to suggest a proposal,” you said and squeezed your eyes as you winced at your extreme awkwardness. Hearing that, Jimin raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat to face you.

“Am I in some kind of job interview?” Jimin chuckled lowly and caused your cheeks to heat. “What kind of proposal?” He asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Despite his raspy voice that sounded like he just woke up(and if he did you wouldn’t be surprised), it carried hints of playfulness in it as he focused his attention on you. Your eyes darted around the classroom that was beginning to fill back up with students for the next class and a part of you panicked.

“Well um, can we talk in the hall?” You muttered and waited as Jimin hesitantly. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and then waited for you to lead him out into the hall. With each step, you could feel your heart beating faster and you could hear your pulse in your ears. When the two of you exited the classroom, Jimin set his bag down and you took a deep breath. You could feel that his eyes were on you, waiting for you to speak. As you took a deep breath, you lifted your head to meet his dark gaze.

“I need you to–well I don’t really need you to, but I would very much like it if you…” your sentence trailed off as soon as your cheeks started to burn and your throat closed up. “If you would have sex with me.” You said the last part so quietly you could barely hear yourself. But seeing that Jimin’s tired eyes widened and how he raised his brows in surprise, you knew he heard every word.

“Have sex?” He reiterated a bit loudly and you shot him a look even though the halls were vacant besides the two of you. His eyes darted around before landing on you. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say you specifically, but seeing as you are…” you paused and examined Jimin again. “…Here which is convenient, and you’re not bad looking, which is a plus.” You stopped to observe Jimin’s facial expressions which was hard to pinpoint as he simply stared at you. Then, the thought dawned on you.

“But you don’t have to do it!” You exclaimed suddenly, your entire face and neck felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. “I realize that this is really weird since I don’t know you at all and I just asked you to have sex with me which sounds so desperate and-and a bit of a slut–”

“I’ll do it.” Jimin interrupted you and left your mouth agape.

“Y-You will?” You stammered as Jimin shrugged.

“Yeah, why not? I’m pretty sure you have a reason and to be honest, I feel flattered,” Jimin slipped his hands in his hoodie pocket. A coy smirk stretched on his lips as Jimin leaned against the wall. He pulled his bottom lip under his teeth as his eyes darted down to your loose sweater and jeans and then back to your eyes. “So when do you want to do this?”

You took a deep breath and averted your eyes so it felt like Jimin wasn’t staring at your heated cheeks. “Are you free this weekend? I’d like to do this as soon as possible.”

Jimin pondered with pursed lips. “Yeah, I’m free.” Jimin said and pushed himself off the wall. He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “Put your phone number in there and we’ll talk later.”

You took his phone in your hand and put your number in there before handing it back to him. Jimin bent down to pick up his bag and took his phone before winking at you as he passed by you.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.”


It hadn’t even dawned on you that Jimin knew your name, but after thinking about it, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise. You had been in at least one class together for three years, but you’ve never spoken to each other once. Jimin was known as the typical “bad boy” as he hung out with the wrong crowd, never showed up to class, and often got in trouble with campus security for vandalizing school property “on accident.” There was one case where Jimin and his friends had been accused of spray painting a sculpture completely black. This was earlier in their college years and was only the start of their growing reputation.

But sometimes(and emphasis on some) Jimin would show up to class like today looking like he hadn’t slept for days and dressed down in a simple hoodie or sweatpants with a beanie of snapback that covered his chestnut locks. You could tell by the girls he had basically clinging to his pants that he was, unlike you, experienced with sex. It wasn’t as if you were a prude or didn’t like sex, but it was never easy to be in a relationship. You were always caught up with school and work and never seemed to find time to fit it in.

That was a lie. A relationship seemed like the best thing to take your mind off your stressful life, but you could never find someone. It was as if the universe was telling you not to be in one or worse, telling everyone not to be with you. Either that, or you just attracted the wrong people. Or perhaps even worse than that– you weren’t attractive at all.

You tried your best not to think too much about such things as they kept you up at night and the only way for you to fall asleep was to shed some tears, which you hated doing. It was just… hard not to feel insecure about yourself. No matter what kind of people you liked, they never liked you back. You tried your best not to care–to convince yourself that you would find somebody to date and finally lose your virginity to, but it was now three years into college and you were still waiting.

You wondered if asking Jimin was being too desperate, but in all honestly, all your fucks were thrown out the window. At this rate, you would end up living and dying alone with your apartment filled with cats. It was too late to turn back now. You stood in front of Jimin’s apartment wearing a simple white tee and denim shorts. You had a baseball hat on top of your head to protect your eyes from the blaring sun. Around your shoulder was a simple handbag that you held your necessities, including a condom just in case Jimin didn’t have one, which he probably would.

You shook off your nerves as you knocked on Jimin’s front door. You stepped back and looked down at yourself to make sure you looked fine. When you heard shuffling on the other side of the door and saw the doorknob jiggle, you inhaled sharply. Your heart was beating abnormally fast and it wasn’t looking to calm down any moment.

The door opened slightly and Jimin poked his head through. His brown hair was ruffled messily and his eyes were squinted as if it was the first time in the day where he saw sunlight.

“Good morning,” he croaked in his usual voice. You frowned at him and let your shoulders sag.

“Morning? Jimin, it’s 6 in the afternoon.” You said as he stepped aside while ruffling his hair. You stepped inside his apartment which smelled of pine and cinnamon. A nostalgic smell that reminded you of Autumn. A soft chuckle came from Jimin as he closed the door and locked it.

“Yeah sorry, I was awake, really.” He said and led you to the room at the end of the hallway. The house was quiet except for the subtle hip hop music playing in a different room. Your head swiveled around as you took in your new environment.

“Are your roommates home?” You finally asked.

“They’re at work so don’t worry about people hearing you. We talked about this over text, didn’t we?” Jimin asked and opened the door to what you assumed was his room. You noticed that the soothing scent of pine became stronger and you resisted closing your eyes to bask in the smell.

“Yeah sorry, I guess I’m just a little nervous.” You replied and stepped in the room. It was a neat room with a queen sized bed against the wall and a black wood desk on the opposite side. A typical room for a college student. You expected it to be cleaner and dismissed the idea that Jimin cleaned his room just for you.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Jimin asked and you turned to him. “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to have sex with me if I reeled of body odor.” Jimin flashed a toothy smile before running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh yeah, no problem. Take your time.” You replied and smiled stiffly. Jimin nodded and gestured to the bed.

“You can make yourself comfortable. I’ll be quick.” He said and left the room. You hesitated to sit on his bed but you did, on the very edge of it. It was time. You were in a boy’s room and it was just the two of you in his apartment, and you were about to have sex. The idea was baffling and you would’ve never imagined that you would be in this situation, but this was your reality.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself and pulled out your phone to check your social media for a bit. You thumbed through your instagram feed and it only felt like five minutes before you heard Jimin walking back down the hall. You slipped your phone back in your handbag and perked up when he entered the room. Jimin wore a white t-shirt, similar to yours as well as basketball shorts. He had a towel over his head as he dried his damp hair.

“I said to make yourself comfortable.” Jimin laughed, his voice was clearer now and more energetic compared to when he first greeted you. You froze when he pointed out your awkwardness and you wondered if it was really that noticeable.

“Sorry I just–I’ve never done this before.” You muttered under your breath. Jimin glanced at you from his phone and raised a brow.

“Done what? Sex?” He asked and you raised your head immediately.

“No! No, not that. I’ve never… hooked up with someone like this.” You fumbled with your fingers as you stretched a smile across your lips. Jimin watched you for a second before setting his phone on his desk. He tossed his towel on his chair and stepped slowly towards you. With the shift of action, your heartbeat began to pick up again. When Jimin stood in front of you, so close that your knees were touching his calves. His fingertips brushed against your shoulder and you flinched but he didn’t stop from trailing up your neck and ear until they traced your jaw. Jimin raised your chin so you were looking up at him. From this angle, you could see his dark gaze that intensified in a matter of seconds as well as his reddened, plump lips.

“Lay back for me,” his eyes darted to the bed and you gulped. You reached back to remove the hat from off top of your head and tossed it on the bed as you scooted back. Jimin climbed onto the bed and your mind started racing with all sorts of thoughts. Would it hurt? What if you can’t go through with it? Why did you put yourself in this situation in the first place? Was it too late to back out?

Jimin wasn’t helping by the way his hand snuck up your inner thigh. When his fingers traced the stitching of your pants over your crotch, you inhaled sharply and closed your eyes. His hands gripped the hem of your shorts and pulled them down slowly as he wanted to take to savor the sight of your light blue panties. Jimin pulled your shorts down completely before tossing them to the side and returned his hands to your thighs, massaging them as he rubbed tiny circles with his thumb.

Jimin pulled your legs so they wrapped around his waist. He hovered over so his hands were planted into the bed beside your arms. You stared into his hooded eyes for what seemed like minutes but it was only seconds until he pulled his gaze away. His hand snaked up your shirt as his fingers traced softly over stomach until he reached the edge of your bra. His eyes darted back to yours as if to one, see if you were comfortable and two, receive silent consent before slipping his fingers underneath. You felt his warm fingertip brush over your nipple and a sigh escaped your lips.

As Jimin worked your breast with one hand, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck. As he kissed it, you allowed a soft moan to escape. Your eyebrows knit from the slight, tingling pleasure that Jimin was giving you through his touch.

“Jimin,” you whispered and he glanced at you. You tried your best to speak through your embarrassment. “Please, touch me.”

He smirked and pinched your nipple. A startled gasp resonated throughout the room and Jimin’s lips returned to your neck. “I’m already touching you, baby.”

“You know what I mean.” You whined and traced your arm up his side under his shirt to grip his muscular shoulder blades. Feeling your nails sink into Jimin’s back, his deep moan vibrated against your neck. He pulled his lips away and nearly ground his hips into you.

“I won’t know unless you tell me.” He pushed on while massaging your breast. Your neck felt hot, not only from embarrassment but also from kisses that Jimin was peppering you with. Your nails found his back again and you trailed them down.

“I want you to finger me,” you whispered and pressed your cheek against his. “Please?” You pleaded and Jimin let out a groan by how close and sweet your voice was. Jimin began kissing down your chest and stomach until he reached your blue panties. He glanced up at you to see if you were showing any signs of discomfort, but seeing your bottom lip pulled under your teeth and your cheeks flushed red, Jimin only wanted to bring you more pleasure. To have you wriggling in pleasure underneath him with your fingers trembling in his brown locks as you tried to hold on with your remaining strength while coming over and over again.

The thought aroused Jimin even more and he felt himself get harder in his basketball shorts. He slipped his fingers underneath your panties before pulling them down; a string of your juices attached to the center and Jimin had to suppress a groan from the erotic sight. You were already so wet for him and from what? Just some simple touching and kissing–he hadn’t even gotten to the real foreplay and you were already on edge. As he pulled your panties off your legs, your scent was already so thick and arousing and all Jimin wanted to do was devour you whole.

He pressed his thumb against your folds and spread them; a surprised yelp resonated throughout the room as cold air hit your sex. Jimin ran his tongue against his lips to wet them as he watched your glistening juices that lined your slit.

“Already so wet…” Jimin growled and kissed your entrance and ran his tongue smoothly over your slit. Suddenly chills and shivers ran all throughout your body and your back arched off the bed in an instinctive reaction. As you squeezed your eyes shut, you moaned out loud. “You taste so damn good.”

“F-Fuck…” you cursed as Jimin focused solely on your clit, licking it and sucking it as if it were for his own pleasure. It didn’t take much due to your extreme sensitivity to have your body trembling and twitching underneath Jimin. One hand gripped the bedsheets while the other laid on top of Jimin’s head and from time to time, when his tongue made you see white stars, you clenched his brown locks.

Jimin rubbed the pads of his index finger against your slick entrance, gathering your juices over his fingers before sliding his fingers inside. You tightened around him in surprise as he slowly delved into your hole. You felt the meat of his palm press against your clit and you knew Jimin’s fingers were completely inside of you. He pulled them out and you moaned through pressed lips.

“So fucking wet… Look at all your juices sticking to my fingers.” Jimin stared at the strings that clung to his fingers. He couldn’t even imagine how wet and tight you would feel around his dick if you were already like this with his fingers.

Jimin pushed his fingers into you again and repeated the action while rubbing all of the sensitive parts inside of you which you didn’t even know existed. Each time his fingers dipped into you, your body twitched in response as your mind went blank.

When you felt your climax approaching, your body stilled and your moans became quiet while our breathing became more erratic and rapid. You were just about to come, Jimin pulled his lips away and your body jerked.

“Oh god,” you sighed and gave Jimin a disapproving look. The boy simply smirked at your needy behavior, but you could tell by how hard he was gripping his crotch that he was in the same situation. You licked your lips at the sight of his muscular forearms bulging with force.

“Seems like you’re ready for me.” Jimin said as he wiggled his fingers inside of you. You let out a shuddering moan and your hand reached out to grab onto his wrist, attempting to push his hand out before you come right then and there. Jimin pulled his fingers out and you watched him suck the juices off them. That sight alone was erotic enough, but you pulled your eyes away as they dropped to the pitching tent inside of shorts. And that was way more enticing.

“Should I… suck you off?” The question came as surprise to both of you. To you, the unfamiliar use of language that you never thought would come out of your mouth and him, the very thought of you sucking him off now while his boner was so hard it was almost painful could have him coming the minute you put your hands on him.

“I thought this was all about you,” Jimin smirked. His hand returned to your inner thigh and he squeezed it slightly.

“I mean, yeah, but… I don’t wanna just leave you like that.” You pouted making Jimin smile with his rows of pearly whites.

“I appreciate the gesture, sweet cheeks, but this time it’s all about you.” Jimin said and the fact that he was implying that there would be multiple times to this occasion went completely over your head. Currently, your mind was occupied as you gawked at Jimin as he slipped his thumbs under his shorts and yanked them down. His hard, veiny cock sprang up and his hands immediately wrapped around it, gripping it from the pink tip to the base of his cock.

“There’s a condom in the drawer to your left,” Jimin hissed. His voice sounded stiff, as he was suppressing a moan. You managed to pull your eyes away from his cock and opened the drawer to see a box of condoms. Picking one out, you opened it and sat up, bringing yourself closer to his cock. Jimin grabbed our wrist and squeezed it.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, just let me do at least one thing.” You rolled your eyes. Jimin reluctantly pulled his hand away and you positioned the condom on the tip of his dick. Jimin’s breath hitched and when you rolled the condom down his length, he let out a loud groan and bucked his hips into your hands. Your eyes shot open at his sudden(yet very very erotic) gesture and you lifted your head to see Jimin squeezing his eyes while clenching his hands at his sides. His eyes fluttered open to meet your and you noticed that his breathing had turned into short pants.

“Okay, its on. T-Take your hands off.” Jimin stuttered and you promptly pulled your hands away from his throbbing cock. Keeping eye contact with Jimin, you sat back down on the bed and leaned back. Jimin hovered over you and pressed his hands into the bed beside your head while studying your face.

“I’m putting it in, okay?” He asked with raised eyebrows and you nodded in response. Jimin leaned back and dug his heels into the bed while he gripped the back of your knees and pushed them so his dick was lined up with your sopping wet pussy. That, as well as Jimin had the perfect view of his cock plunging into your slick hole.

Jimin lined the tip up to your hole and slipped it in. Your body tenses immediately when you felt the foreign object inside of you and Jimin’s eyes immediately flicked up to see if you were okay. You were clutching your hands together, but you kept your gaze on Jimin; so innocent yet so intense and piercing. You never looked away from him and kept your eyes on him, anticipating his every move.

Jimin slowly slid the rest of his length in and so you were filled with all of Jimin. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened; you could feel his thick shaft stretching you out. It definitely stung, but the pain was bearable. It left a tinging sensation in your stomach and the sparkling white stars began to make another appearance.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jimin hissed and sucked in his lower lip. Jimin’s grip tightened and loosened around your knees as he tried to not slam his hips into you with the risk of hurting you or him coming in just a few thrusts. I mean, you were just so fucking tight.

Jimin pulled out slightly and bucked his hips into and both of you moaned out loud from the pleasure that was shared between the two of you. Jimin leaned in and buried his face into your neck while peppering you with more kisses along your collarbone.

“I’m gonna move faster, okay?” Jimin growled and bucked his hips upward. His pace picked up almost instantly and soon he was continuously thrusting into you. When he pulled out of you, you couldn’t help but moan into Jimin’s ear and when he trust into you, so fucking deeply, you started seeing stars and white spots that made your mind go blank and literally took your breath away.

“H-Holy–Jimin, it feels s-so go-ah-good,” you said in between breaths and tried to speak under the vigorous thrusts. Hearing your moans so close to his ears sent chills down his spine. He couldn’t resist the guttural grunts that came from the pit of his throat. The way your wet, hot walls squeezed around him like a vice made it nearly impossible to hold back the pleasurable moans.

Even though Jimin was literally fucking you until you were breathless under him and you couldn’t form any thoughts, you couldn’t help but imagine what his dick would feel like in another position. Everyone said missionary was “best” for your first time, but god, you never thought sex would feel this good.

You pressed your hand on Jimin’s chest while you trailed the other hand trailed down your stomach until you reached your clit. You rubbed it, just slightly but the extra pleasure pulses through you and you clenched around Jimin. He slammed his his into you and groaned out loud. Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed and you could see the veins in his neck as he strained himself.

“Shhiittt, don’t do that. Don’t–don’t fucking squeeze me or else I’m gonna cum.” Jimin growled and pressed his forehead against yours. You pulled your lip under your teeth and closed your eyes, savoring the full feeling of Jimin’s cock twitching inside of you.

“I can’t help it, you feel so good.” You sighed back, allowing your body to go limp.

No, you feel good. Too good. Jimin thought when he opened his eyes again to see your glazed fucked over eyes. You were just a living contradicting. How could someone be so innocently charming yet such a sex vixen in bed?

Jimin sighed and ground his hips into you. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He groaned and sat back up. His hands grabbed the back of your knees and began thrusting faster, his hips grinding waves of pleasure into you and brought you closer to your orgasm.

You wrapped your arms around Jimin’s neck and cling to him as heat began to pool in your stomach. You could feel your body twitching and convulsing around Jimin and the only way you weren’t coming right then and there was to dig your nails into his back.

“J-Jimin, I think I’m gonna cum. Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.” You gasped and Jimin’s hand immediately trailed down your stomach to your clit and he began rubbing small circles over it. Part of it was to bring your orgasm closer but also because he knew that you would clench around him that would make him cum. And you did. Your tight pussy squeezed him and Jimin felt his balls tighten as his orgasm approached.

“Shit,” Jimin growled and continued rubbing your clit while watching you squirm under him. Suddenly, your entire body tensed up and your head flew backwards as a long, shuddering moan echoed in the room. Both of your hands scratched up Jimin’s chest and back; your pussy pulsed around Jimin and he tried his best not to close his eyes because you were just a sight to behold. Your body was shivering and your mouth was slack with no words coming out, but your eyebrows were knit so deeply as you focused on coming.

Jimin bit his lip and slammed his hips into you as he came inside you, white strings of cum spilling inside the condom. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his small grunts vibrated against your neck. Jimin stayed inside of you until he got soft before sitting back up and slipped out of you. He pulled the condom out slowly and when you felt it pop out, you moaned. Jimin tied the condom before tossing it in the trash can beside his bed.

You sat up, or attempted to with your body still shuddering. Jimin’s hand came to grab your arm and help you sit up.

“Stay here, I’ll grab some water.” Jimin said and grabbed his shorts from the floor before slipping them back on. You listened to Jimin’s footsteps down the hall and into the kitchen. You laughed softly, slowly getting off the bed to find your panties. You shimmied back into them, legs still sore from all the fucking and by Jimin gripping your legs so hard. You glanced back to see if the back of your knees were bruised and sure enough there were red marks that stained your skin. You frowned just as Jimin walked back in.

“I think I might skip school tomorrow because of you.” You said wincing and jumping back on the edge of the bed. Jimin chuckled as he handed you an ice cold water bottle. You both drank the water but Jimin pulled away first.

“So how was your first time?” Jimin asked suddenly and you nearly did a spit-take. You felt water drip onto your shirt and you wiped your chin frantically.

“W-What?” You stammered as your eyes bulged out of their sockets. “What are you talking about?”

Jimin scoffed. “Please, I’ve been with enough girls to know when it’s their first time or not,” Jimin said with a smirk that made you blush in embarrassment. “So? How was it?”

You paused to take a sip of your drink, bringing the water bottle to your lips. “It was… amazing.” You blushed and hid your visually red cheeks behind the water bottle as you drank it. Jimin grinned widely and set the water bottle down on his desk.

“That’s good,” he said and flopped onto his desk chair. “So why did you ask me?”

“Well… I just didn’t want to seem like a prude for the rest of my life. I’m in fucking college and I haven’t gone past french kissing,” you sighed and covered your face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry you had to be at the end of my needy desperation.” You apologized and peeked at Jimin through your fingers.

Jimin smiled warmly. “No, I don’t think you’re desperate. It’s cute, honestly. I’ve never had a girl just straight up ask me to have sex with her.” Jimin chuckled. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?” You gawked. Jimin frowned at you while narrowing his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He snapped but the smirk on his lips made his playful tone noticeable.

“I mean, come on, you have girls flocking around you all the time. I would expect at least someone to ask you to have sex.”

Jimin pondered about it, trying to remember if a girl had ever asked him. Then, he frowned and shook his head. “No, never.”

You nodded blankly, still trying to take in the fact that you were the first girl to ask Jimin to have sex with them. Watching your amusing behavior, Jimin couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Well, if you ever want to do this again, you have my number,” Jimin said and stood up. He walked over to you and brushed your hair behind your ears. Feeling his light touch as well as staring into his soft gaze, you felt your heart clench. “I don’t know about you, but I would like for this to be a regular thing.” He smirked. You gulped and pulled your gaze away.

“Yeah, I would… I would like that too.”

Who owns me?

Bucky x reader

Notes: mentions of past trauma, violence, past torture/brainwashing, fluff, smut, discovery of past self.  

Summary: when Bucky’s in hiding in Romania, he finds a girl he’s sure needs his protection. He doesn’t remember who gave him the mission; but he’s so sure some one gave it to him. After setting it all up, he notices that there’s more to this girl than meets the eye. She might need him watching over her more than he initially thought. 

(This takes place after TWS and before CW)

A/N: Hi guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything; I just had to get something out there. Part two will be here soon, there might be more parts after that, because I have an open ending atm. (I do love me some open endings now and then)

Originally posted by caps-bucky

He doesn’t know who she is. He doesn’t know why she’s important, but she is. He knows the only thing that matters is that she’s safe. It’s his mission to protect her from all harm, to make sure she lives her life however she wants, without any disturbance. Often he tries to remember who it was that gave him this mission; maybe it was Pierce, maybe Rumlow, which would indirectly mean it’d have been Pierce. Or maybe it was the Captain. The last time he saw the Captain was about a year ago, before he ran to try and get all of these things floating around in his mind in order. He’d listen to the Captain. He used to, he thinks. Before his commander was Pierce; even before it was Karpov. He sometimes imagines that the Captain was good to him, and the others.. Were there others? He thinks so.

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Shape of You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N (Reader), Jared Padalecki (mentioned), Misha Collins (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.    

Word Count: 3500ish

A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.

It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.

They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.

“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.

“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.

“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.

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What would happen if Lance died and the rest of the team goes back to Earth to tell his family, like

-They all had a vague sense that his family was large, but w h a t (Hunk definitely already knew but he’s too sad to be telling the team these things because Lance should be doing it)

-His family already thought he was dead/missing, and the team now has to explain, no, he wasn’t dead, he was saving the universe

-Everyone is crying now

-The team feels especially bad now, because they were all worried about themselves, but none of them has ever heard Lance talking about missing his family besides Coran

-Now Coran feels bad that he never further helped Lance with this problem

-Pidge is mad at herself for always talking about her family and not thinking about how Lance had a family too

-Hunk is now realising that he had been shoving Lance away right when Lance really needed him

-Keith has hardly ever met people like this . They are telling them that Lance is dead and yet they’re still joking like Lance would and Keith can’t handle it??

-Shiro hears from Lance’s family how he was Lance’s hero and he already kind of knew, but “oh wow, I treated this kid horribly when he was just trying to impress me I am a horrible leader”

-Allura regrets pushing Lance so hard. She once nearly drove everyone into a star once just to go a home she knew was already long since destroyed, but Lance never tried to leave? And yet she still yelled at him. He honestly had more to return to than she did, but she never even considered it

(Wow, I love langst. And wow, I am bad at getting ideas down. This sounded better in my head)