“Are you ready to go?” Jack asks, waiting by the front door and Bitty comes out of their bedroom.
“Yep,” Bitty replies, smiling happily as he holds up their grocery list. “I was just adding a few more things to the list,”
Jack can’t stop himself, smiling teasingly as he says, “What, we don’t have enough butter already?”
Bitty rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Bitty tells him, reaching up to give him a light flick on the nose.
“You know I’m hilarious,” Jack says, his nose scrunched up adorably and Bitty doesn’t think it’s possible to love the man more than he does now.
“Sure thing, Rock-lord,” Bitty replies, gigging at the loud groan that Jack always gave when that name happened to pop up.
The apartment door is locked and the two of them make their way down to the front entrance of the building. As soon as they’re outside, Jack suddenly stops and Bitty turns to look at him, confused and a bit concerned.
“Jack, are you okay?” Bitty asks, and Jack stays quiet for a moment before reaching out. Bitty doesn’t stop him when Jack entwines their fingers together, in fact, he squeezes back when Jack’s grip tightens ever so slightly.
“We can hold hands in public now,” Jack says, sounding a little in awe, and Bitty immediately remembers two nights ago, when they revealed their relationship to the whole world.
Around them, no one even gives them a second glance as people go about their daily lives and it feels so incredibly good. It feels so amazing and so goddamn freeing that Bitty releases a few pearls of laughter, his smile so wide that his cheeks begin to hurt.
Jack’s grin is the same, his cheeks flushed with happiness as he gazes down at Bitty.
“We can hold hands in public now,” Bitty repeats, and Jack’s grin turns into a warm smile as he leans down and presses a light but sweet kiss onto Bitty’s lips.
Some context: The 2 players ( A dark elf Necromancer named Arcturus played by my little brother and a Gnome Ranger named Ruddneck Yankee played by my father) are hunting a witch and need to travel through a swamp.
DM (me): Alright you see the swamp entrance about 50ft in front of you.
Arcturus: Does it look dark and foreboding?
Ruddneck: Of course it is! It’s a swamp.
DM: I need both of you to make saving throws.
Dice Rolling and collective groaning
DM: Both of you are hit with small rocks and take 4 pts of damage.
DM: Roll perception
DM: You see the silhouettes of 2 vegepygmys at the swamp entrance.
Arcturus: Oh I got this!!! I take out my bag of beans and chuck one at them!
DM: Uhh ok roll for ranged attack.
DM: Nice alright your uhh bean *rolls for a chart* yikes. Well your bean explodes into 11 pink toads at the entrance of the swamp. The vegepygmys are so entranced by the toads they come out of hiding.
Arcturus: Do they touch the toads!!!??
DM: Yes both vegepygmys reach out and touch a toad… *rolls for another chart* umm well the toads explode with stellar light and morph into doppelganger of each of you.
Ruddneck: Look what you got us into now elf.
DM: *Rolls for consequences* Ha ok so your dopplegangers break out into a fight that lasts about a minute. The vegepygmys are scared off and disappear into the swamp. Your dopplegangers then disappear into clouds of pink smoke.
Ruddneck: Are you sure your not a fairy?
Arcturus: Does large dark elf cloaked in shadows with a giant scythe look like a fairy to you?
Ruddneck: Hey everyone has an identity crisis at some point in ther life.
I wrote this while listening to a song called, “ I Luv This Shit” by August Alsina so if you’d like, you can listen to that while reading this.
“(Y/N) this is the fifth pack meeting you miss.“Scott muttered, clearly upset.
“I know Scott, things just haven’t been easy lately."I said into my phone.
”(Y/N), if you need us or our help just tell us and we’ll be on our way-“
"No! I mean, no, I can take care of it. Sorry for missing the pack meeting again Scott, I’m truly sorry."I apologized as I parked my car in an almost full parking lot.
"It’s fine, hope things go better (Y/N)."Scott mumbled before hanging up.
I sighed before shoving my phone into my purse. I hopped out of my car and raced into back of the building where all the employees entered. I was greeted by a lot of kind smiles and waves. I immediately made a beeline for my dressing room and sat on my chair. Looking at the lit up mirror in front of me I sighed. Since my makeup had already been done, I only had to put a wig on and a red masquerade mask. I stripped myself off my comfortable clothes and put my red strapped bra that looked almost like a harness for my boobs. I then put on my red strapped thong before putting on my black sheer robe.
"Sorry Scott."I muttered as I put my red fishnet stockings and red high heels.
I really wished I could be with the pack instead of here.
"I for one think we should leave her alone, I trust (Y/N)."Lydia spoke up.
"Lydia everyone trusted Theo and he tried to tear the pack apart-”
“I’m right here Stiles."Theo reminded him.
"I can see that Theo, I’m not blind."Stiles answered, rolling his eyes.
"You didn’t trust Theo but you do trust (Y/N)."Malia reminded him.
"Okay but I trust her but I don’t believe that she’s dealing with something that makes her miss like five pack meetings."Stiles explained.
"Well I believe (Y/N), she’s never given me a reason not to."I spoke up.
"Of course you do Liam, you have a crush on her-”
“So does Theo-”
“Do not."Theo growled, glaring at me.
"So does Scott."I blurted out.
"Liam do you just assume everyone has a crush on her because you do?"Scott asked me.
"You said she was gorgeous-”
“Okay she’s extremely good looking but that doesn’t mean I like her-”
“Scott of course you like her, everyone in this room does. I bet Malia even likes her!"Stiles yelled.
"Yeah I like (Y/N), she’s cool."Malia shrugged.
"I don’t think she likes her the way we do-”
“You mean you do."Theo argued.
"Okay guys can we stop arguing over this? We get it, (Y/N)’s hot but is she telling us the truth?"Stiles said.
"I say we find out where she is when she’s not at our pack meetings."Stiles suggested.
"I think it’s a good plan."Malia mumbled.
"Guys, (Y/N) said she could handle it."Lydia objected.
I pulled out my phone and went on Snapchat, surely I could find her with the new snap map feature.
"I’m down, this pack meeting is boring."Theo spoke up.
"Who invited you again?"Stiles asked, making Theo shoot him a glare.
"She’s at a strip club."I blurted out loud.
"What, how do you know?"Stiles asked.
"Snapchat, the new snap map feature shows that she’s at a strip club."I answered.
"She said she was dealing with something?"Scott muttered, confused.
"Obviously she’s dealing with some hormonal issues, she’s probably at the male strip club-”
“Actually it’s a stripper with female performers."I said, watching the snapchats from people at the strip club.
"To the jeep!"Stiles yelled.
We all groaned before entering Stiles jeep, everyone but Lydia. She insisted on leaving (Y/N) alone because she believed (Y/N) a good reason to be at a strip club. Stiles scoffed and told her that she was blinded by love for her friend. Stiles raced to the strip club and I wasn’t even sure if it was because he wanted to prove himself right or see strippers. We parked near the strip club and walked over to the front entrance.
"I.D please."The two security guards said as we tried entering.
"Oh yeah… dammit I think I might have left mine in my jacket at home."Stiles muttered, patting his pants.
"Huh, nice try kid-”
“Oh for gods sake."Malia muttered before her and Theo quickly knocked out the bodyguards.
"Now lets go in."Malia said as she walked in.
We all followed after her, the building was full of intoxicated men. The music was blasting through the huge stereo system while the dimly lit stage was empty.
"Now to find (Y/N)!"Stiles yelled over the blaring music.
"Malia, you go to-Malia?"Stiles asked as we realized she had disappeared into the crowd.
We all looked around until we spotted her at the bar where she was already drinking.
"Lia, I thought we went over this! We can’t get drunk!"Scott yelled as he pushed past the crowd to get to Malia.
"Okay since they’re gone, we’ll-Theo?"Stiles asked as Theo looked at one stripper who was walking in his direction.
"No, no, no. We’re here to find (Y/N), not get distracted."Stiles spat, pulling Theo closer to us.
"Even if the girls here are gorgeous…"Stiles whispered, gazing at another stripper who passed by.
"Stiles!"I yelled, snapping him out of his trance.
"Remember (Y/N), you know the only reason why we’re here?"I asked.
"Right, (Y/N)."Stiles mumbled.
Suddenly the lights on the stage started to shine brightly as they moved to the center of the stage. A girl with a black sheer robe, red stockings, red high heels, and a red masquerade mask walked out. She seductively removed her robe which made everyone in the room whistle at her. The girl swayed her hips to the beat of the music so perfectly I felt myself harden. No Liam, you can’t get hard over a random girl. I looked at Stiles and Theo who were watching her hungrily. She made her way to the pole and started grinding on the pole. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a guy in the back corner jacking off in the dark. I gagged at the guy before looking back at the girl. She climbed up the pole and wrapped her legs around the top of the pole as soon as she got there. She let go of the pole with her hands and let her head and body hang. The guys in the front row were throwing a bunch of money when suddenly I spotted Malia sneakingly grabbing the bills as Scott stared up at the girl on stage. Malia grinned as the girl slid slowly down the pole, making her throw a few of the bills at the girl. Malia was also enjoying the show. The girl arched her back against the pole before sliding down on it again. She grabbed the pole with one hand as she took a step in the other direction before she began to spin on the pole. I looked over to see Stiles already throwing dollar bills at the girl.
"So much for finding (Y/N).’‘I muttered.
I turned to find Theo but instead found him near Stiles also throwing dollar bills, most likely being Stiles money. The girl’s mouth fell open as she looked at Stiles and Theo. She seemed tense for a few seconds as she looked through the crowd, she found Scott and Malia and finally her eyes landed on me. She seemed to be extremely tense now. I gave her a thumbs up, hoping it would make her less tense. I didn’t know why she was tense in the first place but I didn’t mind. She smiled at me before continuing to dance. She started twerking in front of Scott, making Scott and Malia throw bills at her. Malia was screaming with delight, clearly enjoying herself. She looked over at Stiles who seemed upset since he had thrown all his money, not thinking clearly. She smirked before walking over to him. She held out her hand to him, making Stiles’ eyes widen. She pulled him up and dragged him to a chair that had a rope dangling above the chair. She spread Stiles legs apart and sat down on him, grinding onto him as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass. Stiles face was filled with pure bliss. The crowd was crazy now. The girl proceeded to give him a lap dance which made a huge bulge appear in Stiles pants. I looked down at mine and instantly covered it. As soon as she finished with Stiles lap dance, she pulled on the rope which dropped water onto them. She grabbed his face and gave him a rough kiss as Stiles squeezed her ass. She guided Stiles back to the crowd before she proceeded to dance seductively. She dropped to her knees and flipped her hair side to side before leaning back, giving the crowd a breathtaking view of her red thong. She leaned back up and slid to over so we could now she her side. She proceeded to grind on the floor before letting her hands roam her body. She stopped after a few seconds and reached behind her back. Suddenly her bra was loose, everyone screamed and whistled, making her smirk. She stood back up, slowly starting to take it off when the lights shut off out of nowhere.
"Give it up for Rose!"I heard someone yell.
A roar of clapping and whistling made me cover my sensitive ears. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Rose walk through the crowd when suddenly Theo called her over. I never noticed when Theo had decided to the coach right next to me. Rose smiled and walked over to him.
"How much for a lap dance?"He asked as he grabbed his wallet.
"20 dollars handsome."She answered, running her hands down his biceps.
Theo grinned up at her, handing her a 20 dollar bill. She winked at him before taking the money from him and stuffing it in her bra. She straddled his lap and began grinding on him. She leaned towards him, his face in her breast as she softly bit his ear. She began to leave a trail of soft wet kisses on his neck all the way down to his chest. Theo let a moan leave his lips as she grinded rougher into him. Theo was surprised when she pressed her lips against his, but he quickly kissed back. I could see their tongues going into each other’s mouths.
"I don’t think this is a lap dance kitten."Theo whispered as they pulled apart.
"Well sorry I couldn’t help myself, you’re insanely good looking."She whispered, making Theo smirk.
"So you want the lap dance instead of this?"She asked.
"No, no, I think I like this better."Theo answered, his hands finding her ass.
She grinned down at him before she continued. I swear I was throbbing now.
"Any sign of (Y/N)?"Stiles asked as he walked over to me.
"No not yet- Jesus Stiles cover your bulge."I muttered.
"Why don’t you cover yours!"Stiles yelled, making me cover mine.
Stiles and I looked around but couldn’t seem to find her. After what seemed like an eternity, we went back tot he pack. We found Rose sitting on Scott’s lap as Scott kissed her neck.
"I thought strippers weren’t allowed to be touched?"Scott asked Rose.
"We only let a few people if we want them to touch us."She answered.
Scott smirked before his hand found cupped one of her boobs. They started to make out roughly which made me feel slightly jealous.
"Liam you have to get a lap dance, she gave me and Scott one and it was amazing!"Malia yelled, grinning widely.
"Uh I didn’t bring money-”
“Here!"Malia said, shoving a 20 dollar bill in my face.
"I’ve got a lot of money now, people kept throwing it at the stage so I figured I’d keep it if they didn’t want it."Malia explained.
I shook my head, laughing at her. I watched as Rose pulled away from Scott, both breathing heavily.
"God you’re so hot."Scott growled.
"Uh Rose,could I um…. could I-”
“Rose give this boy the ride of his life!"Malia yelled as she pulled her off of Scott and sat her onto of me.
"Well aren’t you a snack."She whispered as she admired me.
"Your voice sounds so familiar."I said, making her eyes widen.
"I get that a lot."She muttered.
She ran her hands down my chest and started to leave a hickey on my neck. I tensed up, hoping she wouldn’t realize how quickly my neck would heal. She grabbed my hands and made me squeeze her ass.
"What do you want baby?"She asked.
I was about to answer but instead I smashed my lips against hers. She started to grind on me as she kissed back. I moaned into the steamy kiss.
"God Liam…"She whispered when we pulled apart.
The way my name left her red rosy lips, my eyes widened. I quickly removed her masquerade mask off.
”(Y/N)?“I asked in disbelief.
"Hi Liam…"She mumbled, grinning shyly.
Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Theo’s jaws dropped.
"Hi guys…"She whispered, turning to face them.
I wrapped my arms around her which made her heartbeat slow down.
"That’s why we couldn’t find you!"Stiles yelled.
"You tried finding me?”(Y/N) asked.
“Stiles wanted to prove he was right that you might be lying to us which I think he might be right about."Theo answered, staring at (Y/N) with lust filled eyes.
I looked at everyone and noticed their eyes were filled with lust too.
"I didn’t think you were dealing with something so bad that it would make you miss pack meetings-”
“Actually my parents got fired and can’t seem to find any jobs right now. I got this job so I can help them pay bills and rent."She spoke up.
"So you were wrong Stiles."I said, making Stiles glare at me.
"That’s why I’ve been spending almost every night here.”(Y/N) stated.
“Also Liam, move your phone-”(Y/N) started to say but stopped as she realized I had my phone in my hands.
"When’s your shift over?’'Scott asked.
“It’s 12:32."I said.
"Well I’m off now."She shrugged.
"Well there’s still a pack meeting you need to come to."Stiles spoke up.
"I guess we better get going.”(Y/N) said getting up from my lap.
After a few minutes, (Y/N) walked back to us. She was now in clothes most girls would use to run.
“Alright let’s go.”
“Wow my mom’s still not home."Scott muttered as we walked into his house.
Our eyes landed on Lydia who was watching a movie.
"Oh hey (Y/N)."She greeted, smiling.
I greeted her back and threw myself at the couch. Liam and Theo raced to the couch, both sitting next to me.
"So did you figure out why she was not at our pack meetings?"Lydia asked.
"Oh yeah, yeah, she’s dealing with money issues."Stiles mumbled, trying not to give my secret away.
”(Y/N)’s a stripper.“Malia blurted out, plopping down next to Lydia.
Lydia’s eyes widened as she turned to me.
"Are you the strippers who sleep with clients?"Lydia asked.
"No, I’m a stripper not a prostitute-”
“Then why do you have hickeys on your neck?"She asked.
We all turned to look at Scott who looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Hey mom!"Scott yelled nervously as the door opened.
"Hey- Jesus Christ (Y/N) what the hell happened to your neck?"Melissa asked, bewildered.
“(Y/N)’s a stripper!"Malia yelled, munching on popcorn.
"Oh and Scott was so close to having sex with her but she’s a stripper so she can’t-”
“Lia!"Scott shrieked, covering her mouth.
"You know what, I had a long day at work and I really don’t want to deal with whatever is going on right now so just please keep it down."Melissa muttered as walked past us.
We all looked at each other awkwardly before Malia had enough of the silence.
”(Y/N)’s a stripper named Rose!“Malia yelled, happily.
"Malia!"We all yelled at her.
"I said keep it down!"Melissa screamed.
"Malia that’s something you can’t tell the whole world about-”
“What’s wrong with being a stripper?"Malia asked.
"Nothing it’s just-”
“Malia just be quiet so we don’t make Melissa kick us out."Lydia snapped.
Suddenly the tv started blaring a loud screeching noise.
"That’s it!"Melissa screamed.
Scott jumped of his feet and yelled for us to run.
"Why?"Liam asked as I held onto him.
"That’s why!"Scot yelled as he pointed at Melissa.
Melissa appeared at the bottom of the stairs with a steel metal bat.
"Save the stripper!"Malia yelled as she picked me up and ran with me outside.- Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful day/night!
Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?
Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.
This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.
Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.
Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.
For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
“So where are we going again?” Shiro asked as he threw an arm around Keith’s neck, drawing him in and ruffling his hair.
“Hey, stop it! Get off!” Keith ducked out from his grip and shoved him away, trying to fix his hair. “Why are you like this, you’re so annoying!” Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. “I’m your big brother. It’s my job to annoy you. Now, answer the question.”
Keith rolled his eyes and muttered “Adopted brother. Anyway, we’re going to this cafe or bakery place that Pidge won’t stop talking about. Says their coffee is really good and the food is ‘better than free wifi.’”
Shiro raised his eyebrows until they nearly disappeared under his tuff of hair.
“Better than free wifi? Pidge said that? Huh, wow. They must be really good then.”
Keith hummed in agreement and stuffed his hands in his red jacket, pulling it closer. Shiro smiled at the action zipped up his black and gray jacket, burying his nose into it.
It was late fall, and the breeze held a chilly bit. The wind whispered of winter, and the trees had begun to shed their leaves, some of which where floating in the air, softly floating the the ground. Shiro was enjoying the slight crunch they made when he stepped on them when Keith grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I think this is it.”
Shiro stopped and observed the building before them. It was a simple building, one that you could easily pass if you weren’t looking for it. The building was made out of worn brick, with a chalkboard sign in front the entrance that read: ‘Welcome to Voltron! Please do not touch pastries with your hands. Use your tongue.’ Shiro chuckled at the sign while Keith just stared.
“What kind of a name is Voltron?”
“I have no idea, but you have to admit, it is a pretty unique name that would be hard to forget. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.”
Shiro opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of delicate dents of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, the roast of coffee beans, and other heavenly scents. Keith moaned at the smell and Shiro couldn’t blame him. The smell almost made him weak in the knees.
They walked into the shop and looked around. It was a very cozy cafe. Their were multiple colored booths and chairs and even beanbags, coming in black, blue, red, green, and yellow. They was stools along the bar, and there was a glass case full of desserts and pastries that had Shiro’s mouth watering. Shiro was about to press his face right up against the glass when I kind voice greeted them.
“Hey! Welcome to Voltron!”
Keith and Shiro turned toward the voice and saw a bolder of man in its place. He was wearing cargo shorts and a yellow shirt accompanied with a yellow apron. His hair was tied back with a bandana, and had a name rage that read ‘Hunk.’ Keith read it and arched an eyebrow at him, and Hunk just laughed.
“Yeah, before you ask, it’s real. Everybody calls me that.”
Shiro smiled and greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you Hunk. My name’s Shiro and this is Keith. Pidge suggested this place and highly recommended it.”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and gave them a beaming smile. “Oh Pidge! Yeah I know them! Me and Lance have become friends with them because they come so much. Oh! And Lance is the pastry king. I’m the coffee master, so it evens out.”
Shiro nodded and turned his attention to Keith. “Hey Keith, do you-Keith?”
Keith was not listening to either of them, eyes glued to a small white cup on the register, face furiously red. Shiro looked at him with a confused look before picking up the cup that was causing Keith’s dilemma. When Shiro read the cup, he sputtered and started laughing loudly, cheeks slightly flushing.
Hunk cocked his head. “What? What is it?”
Shiro turned the cup to Hunk, who could clearly read the font in neat loopy handwriting: “Just put your tip in here. See how it feels.” Hunk immediately paled and then change to a shade of purple then red. He quickly grabbed the cup and threw it away.
“LANCE THAT IS SO INAPPROPRIATE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
They were able to hear mad cackling in the back of the cafe where the kitchen was. Hunk turned back to them, straightening his apron, flush still on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, that won’t happen again. So, uh, what would you like to order?”
Shiro peered at the menu, tapping a finger against his chin. He looked at Keith who just shrugged, as lost as he was.
Shiro turned back to Hunk. “What do you recommend?”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.
“Oh man, where do I start? Everything Lance makes is amazing. Hmm, let’s go with something exotic. How about miguelitos and tarta de Santiago?”
Keith furrowed his brow. “What the heck are those?”
“Oh yeah, sorry miguelitos is this pastry that is made up of like a million thin pastry layers and each layer is filled with chocolate or cream. It’s then dusted with powdered sugar. Tarta de Santiago is a really thin, moist almond cake. Powdered sugar is on top of it as well. As you probably guessed, their both Hispanic desserts. Lance likes to show off his heritage.”
Shiro hummed gave him a smile. “Alright! We’ll get both of those, and I’ll get an espresso. Keith?”
Keith looked at the menu again. “Do you have soy milk?”
Hunk nodded and smile.
“Okay, I’ll just have a hot chocolate. With extra whipped cream on top.”
Keith glared at him. “What?”
“Oh nothing, nothing! Just glad to see my little brother growing up.”
Shiro laughed hard as Keith flushed and punched him in the arm as he paid Hunk.
He put the change into the new tip cup and went to sit down at table in the corner. It wasn’t long before they had sat down when Hunk brought them their food, perfectly balancing them on a small tray.
“Order up! I hope you like it!” Hunk sent them a smile and went back to the counter.
Shiro looked at the coffee and food and inhaled deeply, the smell making his mouth water.
“Let’s not waste anymore time! Let’s dig in!” Keith and Shiro both reached for the miguelitos and popped it in their mouths. Shiro’s eyes fluttered closed as the pastry melted in his mouth, and chocolate covered every taste bud. He almost had to stifle a moan. And Keith wasn’t in any better shape. He was looking at the patty in awe, as if it held the secrets to the universe. He quickly looked up at Shiro.
“Wanna try the tarta thingy?”
“Oh heck yeah.”
Shiro and Keith both picked up a slice, gave a mock cheers, and bit into it with a crisp crunch. However, as soon as the cake met their tongues, it practically melted away. Keith grabbed both pastures and shoved them in his mouth at the same time.
“I am in heaven.”
Shiro opened his mouth to agree, when an excited voice cut him off.
“HUNK!! HUNK, I DID IT!! You’ve got to try this! I’ve combined a churro and a cupcake into one blessed love child!”
Shiro turned toward the voice, laughing with amusement in his eyes. He went to take a drink of his coffee, but that’s when he laid eyes on the excited baker. Shiro chocked on his coffee, spraying across the room and spluttering the hot liquid out of his lungs.
“Holy shit! Are you alright Shiro?”
Shiro ignored Keith’s concern and whipped around to get a better view of the baker. Said baker had warm mocha skin, as rich as the coffee he was drinking. His hair was a warm chocolate, shaggy and barely reaching the top of his eyes. And his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were the deepest blue Shiro had ever seen, reminding him of the ocean and they were so bright with life and energy. And he was covered with flour, which Shiro found absolutely adorable. It was covering the front of his apron and was even smeared across one of his cheeks, and Shiro wanted nothing more than to brush it away with his thumb.
Keith waved a hand in front of Shiro’s face, who just knocked it out the way, leaning out of his seat. Keith followed his gaze and let out a long sigh when he realized what he was staring at. Keith kicked him in the shin, finally getting his attention.
“Seriously Shiro? Can please control your emotions.”
Shiro gave him a small pout, but still turned toward the boy. “Keith, oh Keith. He’s so pretty. No, gorgeous. Did you see his eyes? They’re so blue and beautiful.”
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table.
“Shiro we came here to try the food, not try the baker.”
“I’m not complaining.”
Shiro ignored his scandalous tone and continued to stare at the baker who was talking animatedly about his new creation, hands flying everywhere. Keith let out another long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“I am not ready for all this pining. You’re a mess Shiro. Remind me the curse Pidge for suggesting this place.”
“Well remind me to thank Pidge.”
Shiro then stepped out of his chair, walking toward the duo.
“S-Shiro?! Where are you going?”
Shiro tossed him a grin over his shoulder.
“Well, in going to introduce myself and give my compliments to the chef. Don’t want to be rude!”
Keith groaned and lightly banged his head on his table, cursing everything, especially Pidge. Somehow he knew they had set this up. He was going kill that gremlin. As soon he could get Shiro away from that baker who was throwing Shiro fingers guns along with a smirk. Keith groaned again. He had a feeling he would back to this cafe again. A lot.
8:30 showed on your phone as you sat at the hotel lobby bar. A pianist played classical music in the corner of the room softly. The piece sounded familiar, but you couldn’t focus on the harmony. Your legs were a little chilly on the metal chair in your olive dress. You pulled down the hem wondering if it was too much for tonight; you told him to dress up, but you wondered if what you had on was too much.
Did it matter anyway? He was now fifteen minutes late at a 30 became a 31 on your clock. The bartender almost passed you until you caught his attention.
“Dirty martini please,” you told him, tapping your coaster.
He nodded before starting to make your drink. Your patience was wavering. He hadn’t texted you or messaged you about being late or on his way. A simple text just saying, “traffic is horrible. be there in five,” would suffice.
Your drink was delivered faster than you thought it would, but there was still no one walking into the hotel. You were the only one at the bar. Some had come to get a drink, but they were swept away by others, and that’s all you wanted. You wanted to be swept by someone; you wanted someone that demanded your attention but you always demanded theirs.
“Scotch, straight,” a man dressed in a suit and tie said as he walked up behind you to order. He laid down some cash next to your drink; you weren’t an expert on the price of a scotch, but you were sure he laid down too much, “and hers as well,” he finished.
A/N: I’m still shook about spiderman: homecoming, the avengers: infinity war trailer (that i didn’t even get to see smh), and I recently found out that infinity wars was being filmed in Queens A WEEK before I was planning to visit NYC…so I’ve been working on this request to calm me down lol. I have way too many feelings about Marvel atm. Someone please help me 🙃 (Also, I’m turning this request into multiple parts because I had way too many ideas for it and it was about to be way too long)
“Hey, you,” You heard from behind
your locker door.
The voice scared you so much that you slammed your locker shut in panic. When you saw who it was, your cheeks turned bright
“Jesus, Peter. You scared the shit out of me.”
Peter just grinned, amused that he was able to fluster you
without even trying.
“Sorry. Why so jumpy today?” he asked with a chuckle.
“I don’t know. I just woke up feeling kind of weird today.
It’s no big deal. What are you doing after school today? Ned told me he got the
Lego Deathstar set.”
Peter raised an eyebrow and leaned against the locker beside
you. Your quick change of subject and flustered rambling couldn’t trick him. He knew something was
wrong with you, but he decided to bypass it for now. He didn’t want to make you
talk about something you didn’t want to talk about, so he just shook his head
and carried on with the conversation as if everything was normal.
“I heard. I wish I could help you guys build it, but I got
the Stark internship after school.”
You rolled your eyes and copied his pose, your shoulder
falling hard against your locker.
“You always have the Stark internship. Doesn’t he ever let
you take a break?”
Peter chuckled again.
“Uh, not really. No. It’s okay though, I like it.”
You were still annoyed, but you didn’t want to crap all over something Peter loved. So you just gave him a little fake smile instead.
“I’m glad you enjoy it. Ned and I will miss you though.”
Peter gave you one of his little appreciative half-smiles.
“I’ll miss you, too. Uh, both of you… I mean,” He rubbed the
back of his neck uncomfortably. “Anyways, can I walk you out?”
You nodded and the both of you headed towards the front
entrance of Midtown High.
You and Peter had parted ways a while back on your journey
home. You felt a little antsy walking alone in Queens, and Peter was reluctant
to leave you alone, but you convinced him that you would be fine. You kept
checking your phone nervously, waiting for Ned to text you back about the plan
for that night. When you looked up, you realized that you didn’t even know
where you were walking anymore. You stopped and looked around. There was an
ominous feeling in the air – the same creepy feeling you got when you woke up
this morning. Something bad was about to happen. You could feel it.
You spun around, and just as you did, you saw a winged
creature swooping down to grab you. The last thing you saw before you blacked
out was a pair of mechanical talons gripping your shoulders.
When you woke up, your vision was blurry. You tried to sit
up, but when you did, your body was wracked with pain. You fell back to the
ground and hit your head on the pavement, worsening your anguish. When you
reached back to cradle it, you felt something warm and sticky on your hands.
You tried to lift your other arm, but couldn’t. You tried and failed to move your legs as well. You didn’t know what happened to you, but you knew that it was bad. You
lay still, waiting for the pain to stop when you saw a blurry figure running to
“Y/N!” You heard the figure scream, and you knew at once
that it was Peter.
But you were out before you could even say his name.
The first thing you heard before you opened your eyes was
the steady beeping of the heart monitor next to you. The next thing was worried
voices speaking next to you.
“She’s going to be alright, kid. It’ll take her a while to
get there, but she’s going to be alright.”
“You don’t get it, Tony. I let this happen. Me. This whole thing is my fault.”
As soon as you recognized the second voice as Peter’s, you
knew you had to open your eyes for him. It took all of the strength in your
body, but finally your eyes fluttered open. You tried to say something
comforting to him, but nothing came out. Instead, you made a grunting noise and
tried to reach out for him.
Peter immediately kneeled down next to you and put an arm on
“Y/N? Are you okay? Wait, no, don’t try to talk. Or move.
Just…thank god you’re okay.”
“P…Peter. W-what…happened?” You struggled to ask.
Peter just stared at you with a pained expression.
“It’s…complicated. You got hurt. But you’re going to be okay
You turned your gaze to Tony Stark, who was standing
sullenly in the corner of the room.
“Why is he here? Where am I?”
Tony stepped forward and gripped the footboard of your
“You’re in Avengers Tower. In the medical bay.”
“What? Why aren’t I in a real hospital? Where’s my parents…?”
You shifted uncomfortably under your sheets, trying to sit
up, but stopped abruptly and groaned when you felt a sharp pain in your ribs.
Peter pressed gently on your shoulder to keep you from moving.
“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N.”
“Why am I here? And where are my parents?” You asked again sharply,
starting to fully regain your voice.
“Your parents are on their way here. And, uh, you’re here
because… well, because…”
“Because Peter reached out to me for help when he found you.
We’ve got the best and brightest working here. You’re in very good hands,” Tony interrupted.
“Yeah, exactly. Plus he offered to keep you here for free so
your parents won’t have to pay any medical bills. He’s been really helpful with
all of this.”
You relaxed back into your pillows, staring at Tony with a
“Thank you, Tony,” you mumbled, not buying that that was the
“No problem. Any friend of Peter’s is a friend of mine. I
should go, but Peter here will take excellent care of you. It was a pleasure to
meet you, Y/N. I’m just sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”
With that, he patted Peter roughly on the shoulder, gave him
a look over the rim of his glasses, and walked out the door.
“What was that about?” You questioned Peter.
“Nothing. It’s fine.”
He put both of his elbows on the edge of your bed, balling
his fists together and resting them against his lips. He was thinking very hard
“Peter… don’t think for one second that I’m going to give up
asking about what’s going on. I’m not stupid. I know something bad happened,
and I need to know what it was,” You croaked.
Peter looked into your eyes, and you could tell he knew you were right. He had to tell you, no matter how hard it was for him. He sighed loudly and got up to pull up a chair beside you.
“Okay. Uh, I don’t really know how to say this…but, uh, you
were attacked. By The Vulture. Do you know who that is?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, searching your brain for any
prior knowledge you had of who that could be. When you finally remembered seeing
him on the news a few times, you nodded slowly.
“Spider-Man fought him a couple of times, right?”
Peter nodded at the floor, not able to look you in the eyes.
“Ned called me and said you never texted him back. He seemed really worried, so I started walking to your house to see if you were there. And then on the way I saw him… and I found you. Just laying there in an alley. I was so scared. I thought that I was too late. I thought I lost you, Y/N.”
He looked so upset that it took everything in your power not to sit up and wrap your arms around him. Instead, you rested your hand on top of his. It was all you could muster. Peter sniffled a little bit and gave you a weak smile.
“I don’t understand, Peter. What would The Vulture want with me?”
Peter looked up at you and shook his head slowly.
“I…don’t know, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”
He looked like he was almost in as much pain as you, so you intertwined your fingers with his in an attempt to comfort him further.
“Why are you sorry? This isn’t your fault, Peter.”
He smiled again, but he still looked tormented.
“I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you again,” he
whispered, tightening his grip on your hand. “I promise.”
You smiled at him sleepily. Feeling your cheeks beginning to
burn, you cleared your throat and released his hand.
“So…Avengers Tower, huh? Do you think you could get Black
Widow to pay me a visit?”
Are you taking prompts? If not, no worries! You're amazing and I love you! If so, how would Andrew respond if, in the future and he and Neil are on the same team, if, maybe after a game they won, a huge upset kind of win, the fans riot on their way to the bus in an echo of when Neil went missing back in college?
ily too and i’m totally not taking prompts but also i love this idea, so
Andrew has plenty of reasons to hate the entire state of California, and none of them have anything to do with LA’s Exy team.
The same can’t be said for the rest of the team, who to a man despise the Tricksters. That’s partly because they play dirty, but also because it’s very hard to beat them even when the Rebels sink to the same level.
Hard, yes. But not impossible. Their latest gam ends in a shootout with Andrew in goal, and maybe he wouldn’t usually care but he’s spent too much time watching Trickster backliners crushing the Rebel offensive line into the walls tonight. Mostly he wants to keep this short, but also he wants the Tricksters to lose.
Neil, who still has blood on his face and is beginning to favour one ankle, looks to Andrew and grins before he slams their first shot home right over the Trickster goalkeeper’s left shoulder.
Andrew might be walking on the fine edge of anger, but the rest of his team has already stepped off of it.
warnings: violence, blood, mentions of a panic attack
pairing: peter parker x reader
request: yooo I love your Spider-Man fics and idk if youre still taking requests but… I was wondering if you would be up for a hurt/comfort prompt? I’ve read a few where the reader takes care of peter but I’d really like to see one that’s the other way around? (ex. reader gets hurt in the crossfire of a mission, being in the wrong place at the wrong time etc.) you super don’t have to but either way your fics are rad. keep up the good word!!!
Okay okay but like imagine inej comes back after being gone for a while catching slavers and stuff and then kaz is at the docks waiting for her and he's like I need ur help for a heist and she's kinda disappointed cuz she thought he'd be more kaz than dirty hands towards her when she got back but she's like sure I'll help but really it's all made up and he comes up with this elaborate plan for a heist but it really leads to a spot that has like a date set up or something like that
This is so adorable and all I need in my life. Kaz with a secret romantic side, I’d die. But look since Kaz is an awkward seventeen year old after all—whose most complex con is his own veneer of detachment—I imagine it differently.
I mean this is the same kid who waited to talk to her because he didn’t know what to say. And then when he finally did he started going over plans they’d already established. The same boy who found her parents but didn’t know how to take her reaction so he started on about if things didn’t go as planned they’d be picking up her corpse instead.
This boy has no idea what he’s doing when it comes to Inej. So imagine he tells her about a heist but it’s real. Except it’s not complicated and he could’ve done it alone. They’re only breaking into some rich guy’s place. Knowing the homeowner is out of town and there are only two men guarding the front entrance, Kaz anticipates the empty mansion.
He set this entire thing up because he doesn’t know how to ask her out on a real date.
While they’re there he starts to uncharacteristically linger. He appraises each piece of art in the extensive collection even though he’s not interested in stealing either of them. He just wants to hear her opinions. And when they get upstairs to rummage through the wife’s jewelry his quick lock pick fingers clasp a bracelet on her wrist while she’s not looking. When she feels the cold links draping her wrist, he walks away as if nothing happened. (Inej decides not to keep it, but doesn’t mean she isn’t flattered)
When she catches up with him she’s still blushing bright red and he’s raiding through their food. This is the most time they’ve ever spent in someone else’s place and it becomes clear to her then he’s after alone time with her, not anything in the house.
They end up sitting across from each other on the marble floor in the kitchen. With only the glow from a small candle, they pass a plate of fancy desserts, catching up on things they’ve missed.
It’s not long before the wife and kids come home and they have to leave. They climb out of a window, stumbling over the box of hibiscus that hung from the ledge. Laughing, they sprint down the street as they dust dirt from their clothes. They run all the way to Wylan’s because that’s where she plans on staying. When they say goodbye and she shifts through her pocket for her spare key, she pulls out a handful of the flowers and gasps. When did he even pick them up? How did he slip them in her pocket?
She watches him walk away, shaking her head. He turns and smirks before disappearing into the billows of smoke. She buries her nose in the flowers to breathe them in, smiling as she pushes into the house.
summary : in which peter insists you shouldn’t be in school whilst fighting off an illness, but your stubborn personality gets the better of you.
word count : 1.7k
“Babe, what the hell are you doing here?” You felt Peter’s protective hand perch on your shoulder before you saw him, heard the comment before his face came into view. His voice, laced with concern and worrisome as ever when it came to your health, practically carried throughout the entire Midtown hallway, clumps of people turning their heads to see who had been talking so loudly. You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands, turning your head to the side to look innocently at your boyfriend as you loaded another textbook into your shoulder bag.
You wipe your nose on a tissue you dig up from the bottom of your bag. “Huh? It’s school, Pete. Why wouldn’t I be here?” Peter surveys your expression, defiance hidden in the eyes he knew so well, and then rakes his gaze over your pallid cheeks and pink-tipped nose from rubbing it so hard with the tissues piling up in your locker. “Stop looking at me like that,” you groan, taking his arm and steering him away from you. Peter keeps craning his neck to stare back at you. There’s no possible way she’s here right now when she was up all last night coughing and sneezing and practically dying. He would know. He had been up with you for most of it, but you had insisted you needed sleep and couldn’t do that with Peter’s worried looks being flashed in your direction every time you cleared your throat or sneezed.
“No, no you shouldn’t be,” he replies, gently moving your hand off his arm and turning around to face you. He folds his arms across his chest, eyebrows raised. “You said you were gonna stay home today and rest. This doesn’t look like resting. This looks like exertion and a health endangerment, but that’s just one boy’s opinion. An important boy. Your boyfriend.” He stresses the word, tilting forward on his toes and still giving you that warning look that tells you he’s less than pleased right now.
You avoid his gaze, staring around the hallway that’s beginning to empty as people trail off to their next class. “I have debate after school and I’m captain, I can’t just miss practice,” you say, covering your nose before you can sneeze again. “I’m totally fine,” you insist, but your voice comes out raspier than intended and Peter knows you’re not fine. Peter’s eyes go wide when he hears the way you sound right now and his hand encloses around your wrist, dragging you toward the front entrance of the school.
“Babe, you don’t feel well, you need rest, go hOME,” he grunts, trying to pull you to the door but despite his best efforts, your feet stay rooted to the floor. Finally, he takes the back of your bag and tries to tug you out that way. Instead, you shrug off the bag and bolt toward your Trig class, leaving Peter in the hallway with the contents of your bag spilled on the floor as he stares incredulously at your retreating figure.
When he finally gets to Trig, one of the few classes he shares with you, he gives you a scowl and drops your bag on your lap, mumbling almost incoherent apologies to the irritated teacher glaring at Peter and his lateness. You look off to the side as Peter sinks into his chair next to you, mouthing, “Sorry, I love you.” Peter looks back at you with a roll of his eyes and then takes out his notebook, scribbling the date at the top of the page. He’s blatantly ignoring you and he feels kind of terrible about it because he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to think otherwise, but you’re ignoring his insistent pleads to go home when you clearly shouldn’t be in school. He’s just looking out for you. What sort of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t care about your wellbeing?”
All throughout Trig, Peter does his best to keep up the silent treatment, but it’s the most difficult thing he’s ever had to keep up with. You keep lightly kicking his shin to catch his attention. “Y/N, stop it,” he finally whispers, kicking your chair and causing it to emit a loud screeching noise as it moves against the tiled floor. The teacher glances up from the stack of papers on her desk, and the nervous smile Peter flashes is enough to tell her that it’s been the two of you causing the disturbances for the past fifteen minutes. “Damn it,” he mumbles as she begins to walk over to you both, hands on her hips disapprovingly.
“I’m sure the two of you will be happy to finish your incomplete work in detention, right?” A sarcastic smile stretches across her rigid face, and Peter shakes his head hastily, his hand reaching toward you.
“I’ll go to detention but Y/N can’t, she’s sick,” Peter protests, motioning at you as you sneeze again, your attempt at covering it up failing miserably. “See? Totally sick. Practically on the verge of death. She needs to go home, like, now. Send her to the nurse.”
You glower at him. “I am fine. I’m going to detention and not the nurse!”
Peter glowers back. “Nurse.”
“Nurse!!” The entire class is silent as they watch you bicker with your boyfriend, a rare occurrence that leaves everyone sort of shocked. There’s hardly a moment where you and Peter aren’t being ridiculously adorable together, even without intimate touch or actually talking, and fights are something that never happens without good reason. And they never happen in class. Especially not in the middle of a lesson.
The bell rings before the teacher can reprimand the two of you further, but you pick up your detention slip before you can be yanked out the door and to the nurse by an aggravated Peter. Peter reluctantly takes his, too, because if you’re going to detention than he’s going as well and nothing can stop him.
The rest of the day, you hardly talk to one another, and at lunch you sit beside each other with closed mouths that only open when addressed by Ned or Michelle. You barely even look at him, although you can feel his eyes on you as you grow increasingly more exhausted and ill as the period wears on.
“Ned, can you tell Y/N that I really think she should go to the nurse because she doesn’t look well and I’m getting really worried about her and that I love her and just want her to feel better,” he pouts at you despite your avoidance of his upset stare.
Ned looks back and forth between you two before relaying the message. “Y/N, Peter really wants you to go the nurse because you look very sick and tired and he’s getting super worried about you.” Peter gives Ned a look, and his friend signs before continuing. “He also loves you.”
You push around your fries on your plate, sniffing in hard so that your voice doesn’t come out nasally. “Michelle, can you tell Peter that I don’t wanna go to the nurse and that I love him but he’s being annoying and I can’t miss any more days of classes or else I’ll be really far behind.”
With an irritated look, Michelle says, “He’s right there. I’m sure he heard you. Stop being weirdos and just talk to each other already and stop making Ned and I the middle men because it’s really irritating.” Michelle waves her hand at Ned, gesturing for him to get up and follow her to another table. He follows, giving you and Peter an apologetic shrug. Peter parts his lips and sighs really loudly, turning his head quickly to see if you had looked over at him but then turning back away when he saw that you weren’t. He sighs again, louder still, and keeps going until you slam your hand on the table and face him.
He opens his arms hopefully, timid smile on his face as he waits for you to hug him back. And you do. Relieved, he rests his cheek against your shoulder and kisses underneath your ear as soft as he can, his long eyelashes brushing against your skin as he looks up at you from where he’s positioned. His lips are pouted. Peter was pushy, and stubborn, but you both were. And you knew that he was just doing what he thought was best for you. Truth be told, you were on the verge of passing out or throwing up or doing both simultaneously and you shouldn’t have gone to school today. Peter would’ve been more than willing to copy his notes for you, send over your homework, and then stay by your house with you so you felt better until May called him home.
“I’m sorry if I was being annoying but I just want you to go home and take some medicine and feel better,” he murmurs, clutching your hand tightly. “Also, I can’t kiss you if you’re sick.” His tone holds a teasing lilt to it, but you know he’s being completely serious. The boy is needy and loves to be loved, preferably by you and only you, and if he can’t kiss you then he doesn’t want to be bothered with anything anymore. “So, pleeeassseee go home and get better, babe? Please? For me,” he adds, lips ghosting over your shoulder before they come up to kiss the side of your head, and he knows he has you where he wants you; about to go home for some well deserved, healing rest.
“Parker, you make me crazy sometimes,” you huff, squeezing around his waist. You pull away to lift your bag up and hoist it over your shoulder, sliding out of the cafeteria table. Peter grins up at you, and he’s such a little shit sometimes, but you can’t deny that having someone look out for you the way Peter does is probably one of the nicest feelings in the world.
Well, besides kissing him, which is arguably one of the only reasons as to why you’re getting up and lugging yourself to the nurse’s office with Peter in toe, his bubbly voice explaining that he’ll meet you at your house after detention and bring you over whatever you want, besides him, of course. You shove him away when he says that, but you’re laughing and he’s glad that you’re going home so he can hear that beautiful laugh of yours when you’re feeling better. Stubborn girlfriends were no match for the charm of Peter Parker.