he had the best smile ever

Thrilled to be reunited with my fave fandom partners (ljummen and tsumi) to bring you this Sterek treat for Valentine’s!

One Life Stand by Vendelin (Businessman!Derek/Prostitute!Stiles, 84K)

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

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It’s Dralentine’s posting day! This was my gift for the wonderful, INSANELY TALENTED and kind and all around incredible human being, @julietsemophase. I actually could not believe that my gift went to you, like holy shit I screamed. I am so elated to have had you as a giftee! Thank you for bringing such wonderful Drarry literature to our eyes and so many smiles to our faces. <3<3<3<3<3

The Bulletin Board

In Draco’s opinion, the best part of the small flat in which he and Harry lived was the bulletin board next to their front door. Harry had insisted on hanging it up when they moved in, saying Hermione had one in her bedroom when they were younger and it helped to keep life from getting too messy. Draco wasn’t sure what he’d meant by that (Harry was the messiest person he’d ever met), and although he found it tacky and strange (as he found most muggle inventions), Harry put it up on the wall.

Draco wasn’t sure what it was for, exactly, but for some odd reason it seemed to make Harry happy, so he never took it down. For the first couple of weeks, there was a singular picture of Ron and Hermione with a cactus sticker Draco’d won in a claw machine at the pizza parlor for Teddy’s birthday. He finally began to catch on after a bit and the board became the place on which they hung and stuck the things with which their most positive memories were tied.

Pinned in the middle was a photostrip taken in a booth at Hermione and Ron’s wedding with a muggle camera. Draco wasn’t sure how it worked and was still confused to this day as to why the picture wouldn’t move. He didn’t like the way his face was frozen in that stubborn frown before Harry shut him up with the next flash. That night was full of drunken dancing and karaoke, and at one point, Draco had an epic duet with Ron  to a muggle song neither of them knew the words to.

Harry had a knack for finding some of the most humiliating pieces of Draco’s past and pinning them permanently to the board with magic when he wasn’t looking. He’d dug through Draco’s old trunk and found the Pro’s and Con’s list Draco had made regarding his feelings for Harry sometime during fifth or sixth year. He’d also somehow kept the drawing Draco had folded into a paper crane and blown to him like a kiss during their third year in school (the ridicule for that one never truly seemed to end) along with his very own “Potter Stinks” badge he’d acquired during fourth year. They were all big hits during dinner parties with their old schoolmates.

When they first started dating, Harry had insisted on taking Draco to the reptile house to check up on the snakes because he hadn’t been since he was a kid. Draco turned his head for what seemed like five seconds and when he looked back at Harry, he’d gotten a python out of its enclosure and started a . According to Harry, it hadn’t been the first time he’d done it (Draco still had questions about that), and Draco snapped a picture of Harry and the friendly python, deeply entrenched in what seemed to be a simply enthralling conversation, with his disposable camera. The flash had startled the snake and he ended up escaping. The picture was up on the board the day they came back from the developer.

The board next to their door was a shrine of the best things: Pride buttons, a necklace Teddy had given Draco for Christmas, notes left around the house, all little tidbits of the their tangled timeline. Each addition was a new milestone; a reminder that they didn’t need to leave every part of their past behind them, because not every part of their past was full of negativity or hatred, and their future didn’t have to be, either.

Being On Your Period While Traveling With Newt

• lots of cuddles

• he’d constantly be checking in to see if you needed anything, a blanket, some tea, maybe he could have one of the creatures come lay with you?

• offering to give you a back massage
- Newt giving the absolute best back massages you had ever received

• him not getting mad at you when you snap at something small

• forgiving you even before you apologize (which you did almost immediately)

• dealing with your mood swings surprisingly well

• one minute you’re yelling at him the next you’re crying because you think you hurt his feelings

• he just smiles at you and pulls you in for a hug, rubbing your back soothingly

• having Jacob bake you some snacks when you pass through London (because Queenie and Jacob totally moved to London okay but back to the list)

• lots and lots of kisses

• back of the neck kisses when youre hurting and he’s rubbing your tummy while cuddling you

• forehead kisses when you start crying over something

• soft kisses to shut you up when you start yelling again

• cheek kisses when he has to run out of the case for a bit

• kisses to the tip of your nose when you finally fall asleep

• he would do anything you asked (which he always did, but it was almost instantly during this time)

• reading to you

• waking up with you in the middle of the night when you can’t help the cries from cramps

• when you finally get off your period you spend a week apologizing for your behavior even though he assures you its okay

• Newt coming home to a very… Romantic set up as once last apology from you

• he doesn’t even bother trying to say you’re forgiven for this one

what if same sex marriage wasn’t allowed in the wizarding world

what if remus and sirius always knew they could never get married like james and lily. and they would pretend it’s all cool but secretely be super disappointed. so one day in seventh year james would get mad and fuck this bullshit they would organize a wedding with rings and peter would be officing, obviously james is sirius’s best man and lily is remus’s. they invite all their friends, and throw the best party hogwarts ever saw and will ever see. remus and sirius were smiling and laughing and blushing. thousands of picture were taken. james and lily had to dance together bc tradition, and there was a lot of blushing here too.

and at the end of the party, as sirius was walking to the kitchen to get remus some chocolate as the lovely husband he was, he crossed regulus.

and even if he couldn’t be sure, he thought he heard him wispering “congratulations”

all i’m saying is jace and simon’s first date is in the spare room at magnus’ loft because jace had beforehand asked magnus if he could enchant the ceiling in the room so it looked like the sky outside because he knew how much simon missed seeing the sun shining and the clouds that littered the sky. and when they enter the room, simon immediately tries to shield himself from the sunbeams only to realise that the rays aren’t real and can’t hurt him and suddenly he’s got his head tipped all the way back, lips parted in shock, staring at the fake sky with such awe and he finally looks over at jace to find that jace has been watching him the whole time with a soft smile on his face. simon quickly takes jace’s hand in his, whispering a quiet but sincere “thank you” as they both position themselves on the floor next to the basket full of picnic food and simon thinks, yeah this has to be the best date he’s ever had.


He had never heard her like this. She had never been anything other than in control, on top of everything. Smiling, efficient, nothing ever threw her. To hear her like this tore him up.
   He tried to respond, but before he could, Pepper had brought herself under control. “I’m sorry,” she said.
   “You don’t have to apolo-”
   “No. I do.” Her voice had acquired it’s detached businesslike demeanor. “That was… unprofessional. You didn’t ask for this to happen. You did your best. We should be grateful that you weren’t killed in the attack. I have…” She paused, and there was a slight choke in her voice that she promptly shoved away. “I have every confidence that you’ll find him. And Mr. Stark is very resourceful himself. You shouldn’t count him out”
   “Absolutely. He’s probably building a matter transporter out of three paperclips and a toaster oven as we speak, and he’ll just beam himself out.“
   “You’ll keep me appraised.”
   “Absolutely, you’ll be the first one to know.”
   “Thank you, that means a lot.”
   “And Pepper-”
The phone beeped at him. The person on the other end had disappeared. He couldn’t tell whether it was a dropped call or if she hung up. Either way, the conversation was over.
   He pocketed his cell phone and wondered, not for the first time, if Tony Stark was aware of just how completely, totally and madly in love with him Pepper Potts was. For that matter, he wondered if Pepper herself knew.

                                                                                           - Iron Man Novelization, by Peter David

Clues To My Heart - Jughead x Reader

Here you go! It’s slightly longer than usual!
I tried my best to make it as sweet as possible without it being overly sappy for someone like Jughead :)

“Jughead,” you seeth, eyes ablaze, “Get the hell out of my sight,”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in what looks like to be disappointment, his eyes filled with hurt and anger, but turns around and leaves anyway. You deflate a little, the argument that just happened sapping the energy out of you and you collapse onto a nearby park bench. It started innocently enough but it somehow just grew out of proportion, and into one of the worse fights you’ve ever had before. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you stubbornly wipe them away, unwilling to let your emotions get the best of you as the words he said to you echoes in your head.

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Never Easy - Jughead Jones

hi, I fell in love with your writing since “It’s hard enough” and I was wondering could you do one where jughead and betty are together but somehow he ends up falling for reader?

Originally posted by juptern

I changed this a little because Betty deserves to be hAPPY DAMN IT

The day that Betty and Jughead sat you and their other friends down, was the day everything took a turn. They told you, Archie, Veronica, and Kevin that they had started dating. For the most part, everyone was happy for them. Anyone could see that you were all a little shocked, Archie probably the most confused. Veronica just smiled and wished them the best, and told Jughead if he ever hurt Betty she’d snap him in half. Kevin agreed with Veronica, trying to seem hopeful for their relationship. You were glad too, but there was a small part of you that had your doubts. They were so different from each other; Betty was sweet and kind while Jughead was more closed off and cold. Then again, love is a very strange thing, so maybe there was hope for them afterall. You’d known Jughead for most of your life, but you had never seen him in a relationship with someone. One thing you noticed was that he seemed to smile more.

You had been Jughead’s best friend since you were little, so you knew him better than you even know yourself. His choice to date Betty wasn’t entirely out of character, that you knew of. You hadn’t been hanging out with him lately since you’d been helping Archie with his music and helping Veronica study after school. You felt like a distance had grown between the two of you, and him dating Betty only expanded it. One day before school ended you decided that you should hang out with him, to renew your friendship.

“Hey Jug,” you said and the boy turned to face you with a half smile.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” You smiled and fell into step alongside him. “Nothing really, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out after school?”

He nodded, “sure that sounds great.” Despite him agreeing, his tone sounded deflated. As if your invitation stole his smile and squashed it under your foot.

“It’s okay if you have other things going on, I was just-”

“No, it’s good Y/N. I want to hang out with you.” Your furrowed you brow as you walked beside him. This was not how Jughead usually acted, but it was probably best not to question his attitude at school.

“Okay, we can walk to Pop’s after school?”

He nodded, “see ya then.” You stopped walking to watch as your friend walked away. What was that all about?

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Black Cats and Croissants

Here is the commission I did for the wonderfully amazing  @squirrellygirlart !!!!

You have her to thank for this lovely piece!!! This was honestly so much fun to write I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have ^_^

WARNING: There is some SIN- but I will warn you beforehand and mark where it ends as well.

Chat’s week wasn’t going very well. The boy had been run ragged with photo shoots and akuma attacks. And with the new diet his father had him on he was absolutely starving! ‘It’s almost swimsuit season Adrien,’ His father had said. Hungry and exhausted Chat was not up for another akuma attack, let alone one against Marinette.

It had all started with Chloe (didn’t it always?) Marinette, sweet, kind Marinette who’s parents made the best pastries Adrien had ever tasted, had brought croissants to school for her friends. She looked about as tired as he felt but despite that she smiled as she went to give her friends the sweet buttery gift. Adrien was certain he could hear his own heart break when Chloe came barreling in, knocking Marinette and the delicate pastries to the ground. Chloe smirked down at Marinette as she made a point of walking across the breaded treats, squashing them beneath her feet. Marinette’s face flushed red with anger as she stood with her hands in shaking fists at her sides. Marinette opened her mouth and a loud long irritating noise covered her words from Adrien’s ears. The long drawn out noise was Nino making a constant high pitched hum as he covered Adrien’s ears with his hands. Marinette’s words weren’t for innocent ears, he had told Adrien later on. Whatever Marinette had said landed her in the headmaster’s office where she was sent home from school suspended from the rest of the day’s classes. From then on Adrien had been traipsing across the city as Chat Noir chasing after a very angry akumatized Marinette.

“Princess I know you’ve had a crumby day but you’re batter than this,” Chat chuckled to himself as he dodged another croissant heading towards his head.

“Enough with the puns!” Marinette shouted in irritation sending more croissants sailing his way.

“Aw Princess I know you don’t knead that,” Chat snickered before a buttery croissant landed smack dab in the middle of his mouth. Chat hummed in delight his stomach growling in response.

“And stop calling me Princess!” Marinette hissed. She was dressed in a black and purple apron wielding a large purple spoon in her hands, purple cake batter splattered across one of her cheeks. She was the least intimidating akuma Chat had ever seen.

“Well you didn’t like muffin or cupcake, I’m running out of nicknames here,” Chat complained taking the croissant reluctantly from his mouth.

“Stop with the nicknames,” Marinette shouted throwing another croissant his way. This time Chat snatched the breaded delicacy out of the air and began stuffing it in the slim pockets of his suit.

You’re pathetic, Plagg’s voice sighed in his head.

Hey, don’t judge me I’m starving here! Adrien snapped back.

“You need a name sweet stuff.” Chat smirked. A croissant bounced off his head. “Okay you don’t like that one, how about…” Chat snapped his fingers a cheshire grin spreading across his face. “Pastry Princess!” Chat purred.

Marinette gave him a deadpan look. Chat opened his mouth to say something else but before the words fell past his lips a cupcake the size of a car landed on top of him. Chat popped his head out the top. Sticky frosting slid down his face and clumped in his hair.

“I take it you like your new name,” Chat cooed. Marinette gave him an irritated look as she hopped over to the next rooftop leaving Chat in his cupcake prison. It was surprisingly difficult to move within the dense cake. Worried Marinette might get away, and with no Ladybug in sight to come to his aid, Chat summoned his cataclysm and let the cupcake disintegrate around his feet. It was a shame he lacked the time to eat through the sweet instead. His stomach grumbled in agreement.

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Imagine: You and Jughead are reunited at the Diner.

Jughead’s hand slipped off of Archie’s shoulder as his eyes met yours.
You were sat next to Betty, she pushed you up out of the booth.

“I’m home"you smiled, tears of happiness dropped down your face.

Jughead nodded his head and stormed towards you. Wrapping his arms around you as he pressed your head into his chest.

You wrapped your own arms around his body.
He pulled away and kissed your forehead.

You were stunned, Jughead(your best friend)had never kissed you before.

Even if it was just on your forehead it was the closest he’d ever been to you.
"I love you y/n"He confessed.

"Jughead I- I love you too, and I’m glad to be home. I’m not leaving again i promise"you answered.

You’re Mine

He took one last thrust before releasing inside of you.  His body shuddered as he pulled out and laid down in the black silk sheets next to you as you both tried to catch your breath.  Three weeks ago you met the Joker and you’d been staying with him ever since.  To say the time you’d spent with him was unconventional would be an understatement, but it had been the best three weeks of your life.

You tilted your head over to look at him, “Shower with me?”

He let out a small breathy laugh, “Go turn on the water, i’ll be there in a minute.” He flashed you his silver smile and winked.

You giddily hopped out of bed and stumbled to the master bathroom, your legs still feeling like rubber.  It didn’t take long for the water to heat up; steam escaped the glass shower as you opened the door and stepped under the water.  You sighed closing your eyes as you were enveloped in warmth.  Thoughts started to flood your head; questions that you had been avoiding since the first week with J.  What am I to him? He’s the fucking Joker for Christ’s sake; he’ll kick me out or kill me as soon as he finds someone better.  Your contemplation was interrupted as you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist.  You opened your eyes to be met with his crystal blue gaze staring directly at your lips.

He smirked, “Look at that mouth of yours….it’s so good at so many things.” Was this man ever not horny?

You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping your bodies close.  Something about him still made you nervous and you really wanted to ask him what your “title” was, if any, but you couldn’t form the right words.  Out of habit you bit your lower lip and looked down at the tile floor.

He lifted your chin bringing your eyes up to him and pulled your lip from your teeth with his thumb, “You know what biting that lip of yours does to me.” He growled.

“J….” Here goes nothing, “What….what are we?” You asked tentatively.

He let out a cackle, “What do you mean dollface?” His hands roamed your body before they pushed your hair behind your ears and rested gently on either side of your face.

You took a deep breath trying to not let him intimidate you, “Am I your girlfriend?”  He furrowed his brown in confusion for a moment before stepping back from you, emitting his famous laugh.

He clapped his hands together humorously before looking back at you, “That was a good one, Y/N.”

You stood silent waiting for him to continue, he took the hint, “I don’t do love, Y/N.  I don’t do romance. I fuck. Hard. And you’re here for nothing more than my amusement and pleasure, are we clear?” He looked you dead in the eyes.

You felt your throat tightening up but you weren’t going to let yourself cry.  Keep it together, Y/N. You’ve only known him for three weeks, don’t be that girl.

You gave him a small, fake smile trying to look as genuine as possible, “Thank god, I was starting to worry that you were falling for me.” You gave him a small wink and a smirk.

He grinned back at you, “I knew you’d be perfect.”


There wasn’t much to do around the mansion when J was busy, which was most of the time.  You’d just been sitting out in the garden for a few hours thinking everything through.  He’s the Clown Prince, the King of Crime; he’s not boyfriend material anyway.  I can’t imagine having to introduce him to my family; at least now I’ll never have to.

Even though your relationship with J had been set in its place, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.  How could you spend a few weeks being so intimate with someone, physically at least, and not develop some feelings for them?  Apparently he could.  Relax, Y/N.  This isn’t about you not being good enough or pretty enough.  This is about him and his fucked up heart.  It was hard to not let your insecurities get the best of you but in a moment of strength you stood up from the bench you were sitting on and made your way back inside to do the one thing that always helped you after a man made you feel down: find a new man.

You knew leaving the mansion was off limits; you weren’t trying to get killed, but you also knew that there was a plethora of henchmen hanging around.  One in particular had caught your eye since the first day that J brought you home with him.  You didn’t know his name, but he was always lurking around the living room keeping an eye on that section of the first floor.  You paced along the dark wood hallways until you saw him standing exactly where you had predicted.

“Hi,” You waved slightly and approached him, “I don’t think we’ve officially met, I’m Y/N.” Turn on the charm, Y/N.  You’ve got this.

He looked at you stone faced and gave a slight nod in recognition.  This is going to be harder than I thought.

“What’s your name?” You asked, feeling hopeful and determined.

He glanced around the room before leaning in closer, “Look, I don’t want to be rude but if the boss sees you talking to me he’ll kill us both.” He was young, obviously new to the job, and didn’t want to get off on J’s bad side.

You smiled and placed your hand on his arm, drawing him closer, “Come on, I just want to know your name.  If we’re going to be in this place together we night as well get to know each other.”  You batted your eyes, pulling out all the stops.  

The young man smiled coyly, “I’m Sean.”

“Well it’s nice to finally meet you Sean.” In a rush of adrenaline that seemed to come out of nowhere you pulled him to you and started kissing his neck.

Sean leaned his head back and moaned, “I don’t….I don’t think this is a good idea Y/N….” He said hesitantly.

You bit his neck as you felt Sean’s hands on your hips urging you to continue regardless of his protests.

For a moment you were in your own world before a viscously strong grip was on your arm, ripping you away from Sean and dragging you to the stairs.  You didn’t have to guess to know whose grasp was on you.  J’s stride was quick and aggressive making it hard for you to keep up.  His fingers were so tight around your arm that you knew there’d be bruises.  As soon as you reached his bedroom he slammed the door shut and forced you against the wall, holding you in place.  His green hair was messy and the veins under his eyes were prominent; he looked even more insane than usual.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growled as his grasp on you tightened even more.

You took a shaky breath, “Please don’t hurt him J, it was all my fault.  I wanted attention and I wanted to make you jealous. Please don’t hurt Sean-”

He cut you off, “Consider him dead and consider yourself mine.”


Part 2?

As she walked into the room her eyes avoided his as best they could, but they failed. They always failed. But this time he was waiting for her to look, waiting for her to catch his glance; and when she did everything else slowly faded away. She dared a smile, feeling braver than ever, and she could have sworn he was about to smile back. She could have sworn he was about to look at her the way he used to. It was almost perfect, and then he looked past her towards another who had just walked in, and the almost-smile was replaced with an actual smile. She almost got that smile. She almost got her hope back. And even though she knew that he hadn’t deliberately ignored her, and that he was merely responding to an old friend who happened to stumble in behind her at the worst possible moment, she couldn’t help but be sick of all the almosts that existed between them.
—  9:16 p.m.
Kissing Frogs

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

in which you have to kiss a few frogs before you finally find your prince aka one day i will stop writing best friend aus but not today

“So, I um, kinda wrote you a poem.” Your boyfriend said, looking at you over his round glasses and producing a lined piece of paper from the pocket of his flannel.

“Really? No one’s ever done that for me before.” You said, managing a small smile even though panic alarms were going off in your head. The two of you had only been together for three months, and in your opinion it was a little early for anyone to be writing anything about anyone.

He returned the smile and unfolded the paper with a shaking hand. You started to feel bad for worrying. He was obviously nervous and maybe is wasn’t even a love poem. You took his free hand in yours, running your thumb along the back of his hand, trying to soothe his nerves. He cleared his throat and began to read.

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Fixing the Broken (Part 5)

Originally posted by kingsebastian

I’m needy, I want feedback.

A/N: Honestly, at this point,we’re all James.

Summary: Lance and Y/N are going through a divorce but can their son change the route of the future?

‘’Ok dad, we have to make sure mommy comes back so she can stop crying to herself at night. It’s so heart breaking when she does that. She calls your name and cries all the time,’’ the little boy stated with a pout, looking down with a sigh.

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Highlights of bts in Chile (things I can actually remember right now )

1 . JHOPE smile
2. Jimin chubby cheeks and big ass
3. Jungkook smile it’s so special and he was smiling so much.
4. Bts being so happy and hyper all the time
5. Jungkook tried to say something in Spanish and we were like wut ??? And then he started laughing embarrassed and jimin had to help him lmao
6. Rap monster it’s so beautiful. Totally boyfriend material.
7. Tae and namjoon’s skin glows
8. Namjoon and suga really really love to make the armys sing through the mic !!!
9. Tae spend half of the concert looking at armys at the highest place and just smiling softly
10. They did a break dance competition or something. Boi . Suga AND jin totally won lmaaao
11. JHOPE smiling
12. JHOPE smiling so hard it looked like the sun was inside the concert
13. All the boys having the time of their life’s. They were sooooo happy
14. They were like crazy throwing water to the fans
15. BLUSHED CHEEKSSS !!!!! They were sweating so much ! In Chile there were like 32 c today !!!
16. Jin looking like he got sunburned !

I know everyone must think the same way when they go to their concerts. But I have watched their concerts in almost all the world and woah.
I can tell they were truly amazed by how Chilean army’s sing the entire song by heart. They were so happy they keep on telling us.

They did an amazing job. I don’t think I will ever go to such a good concert. It was truly amazing.

The lights … even fireworks !!! The stage was amazing.

Rap monster promised us to comeback ! And I will for sure go again.


Request from Anon: Could you possibly do one about Draco being really protective over her and heaps of guys always flirt with her and he’s like really really mad but it’s actually kinda cute and EH YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. You’re such an amazing writer you can totally pull this off so well!!

Thank you anon, this was a fun request to write:) This isn’t my gif, creds to who’s it is because it’s fabulous.

Make a request here 

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manufactured happiness in the form of a plastic smile

aka: is that a fall out boy song

anyway, this is for @vldangstweek day two - failure/insecurity 

read on ao3 !!


Lance knows he’s not the best.

He’s known this for a while now, ever since he went to the Garrison and everyone was so competitive and smart and they could wing tests and get A’s, while Lance was working the hardest he’d ever had to barely pass. Lance figured out he’s far from the best when he failed all the simulators and got the commanders angry with him. He knew he wasn’t the best when everyone he tried to befriend (save Hunk) shied away, either because they didn’t want to be seen hanging around the local class idiot or because they couldn’t handle his coming-apart-at-the-seams personality.

Lance met this all with a smile and a joke, always telling himself to fake it ‘til he made it, because soon he would reach the farthest galaxies and meet alien races and it would all be okay. Besides, he didn’t need to host a pity party. (It would be pathetic and, besides, pretending feelings aren’t there is much easier than confronting them.)

Lance has always known, somewhere in his head, that he will never ascend average. But no one else needs to know that sometimes it’s hard not to cry because his mind won’t let him think about anything but the fact that he’s never going to be good enough, much less great, so he manufactures his own happiness and broadcasts it to the world. It feels artificial, and, sometimes, Lance thinks the world can feel it, too. But he’s usually wrong, because nobody ever does or says anything about how his smile never really meets his eyes, or how his voice sounds just a little too upbeat (which are both so obvious to Lance; how can no one else see?).

Ever since he’s been up in space, the feelings have just gotten worse. He’s always one step behind everyone else, just short of some milestone that’s called “good enough,” always either too much or too little. During training exercises, he always does the worst of everyone, held back by lack of skill or lack of confidence, which has Allura yelling at him and Shiro giving him this kind of disappointed look that makes Lance want to leave his body and be someone else, if not forever than just for a minute.

Battles with the Galra are always hard for Lance, too, because there’s so much light and noise and feeling and everything, all at once, and he can never focus, or he just focuses too much on one small thing, but everyone else does just fine, and it hurts, because, again, he’s too much or too little, and that can never be fixed. (Not to mention that sometimes, when the team is in a bad mood, they yell at Lance in a battle when he’s not doing what he’s supposed to do - fight like they do - which only makes it so much worse, but he can’t tell them that, because that’s selfish and it’ll just distract them more.)

Conversations and relationships with the team are two things Lance has trouble with, too. Because he always talks too much and too quickly, and his brain moves at three hundred miles per hour, so he’s always stumbling over his own words, and he’s just so much, that most of his relationships with his teammates seem like half-relationships, with Lance being the only one trying to do anything for them. Sometimes he’ll try to be quieter and give everyone more room, but when he does that, he’s too quiet, almost silent, and it puts everyone on edge because No, that’s not right, Lance is the talkative one. And when he gets tired of suppressing his thoughts, he spews all the words out at once, forgetting to pause and breathe in between sentences, and the attention falls from him, until he’s having a one-sided conversation with the air about whatever the fuck Lance thought would maybe interest the person he was talking to.

All these things keep him up at night, sometimes, no matter how much he tries to quell them or hide them in the far reaches of his brain (or maybe even get rid of them entirely). And sometimes Lance will let a few tears slip out before he remembers how goddamn pathetic and selfish he is for pitying himself so much. Everyone else has their own troubles, all bigger than Lance’s, which are the ones he really should be thinking about and what he can do to maybe help a few of his team members.

So he puts on a plastic smile and pretends it doesn’t hurt when he’s so far behind everyone else that reaching out for them just looks like he’s examining his fingernails.

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There’s a boy whose voice is a siren song to my flowers; under his tone they bloom more beautifully than ever before.

He first wandered into the tiny shop on a rainy morning, as the succulents protested where they were being dripped on, and he brushed rain-damp brown hair from his eyes and sang a lullaby to the insomniac moonflowers until they rested as they were supposed to, and then he smiled at me. He had no umbrella, he explained, and hoped he could wait out the rain here.

I did my best to ask why he ignored the cafe next door in favor of my over-crowded shop and again he smiled and took a seat and the tulips stretched to reach him, petals brushing the back of his neck. I mouthed an apology, batted them away until they grew as usual, and he let out a little chuckle at my tone of reprimand. When I asked his name I was met with yet another curl of his lips; it seemed all he did was smile or sing, a hum in his throat even as I continued moving the cacti away from the leaky window, and he did sit there until the rain let up.

He was strange, but a good strange, a familiar strange, the way the glassblower on 4th Street feels, and he slipped through my wards like silk as he left after an hour of companionable silence, the violets shivering as he whispered goodbye.

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Stroke [m]

Summary: Your boyfriend Baekhyun is on tour and missing you very much, so he sends you a very “touching” video.

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic detail, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, and scarf kink. (Yes, seriously, scarf kink. I think I’m just making up new kinks now. *facepalm*) Read at your own risk! 

You were lying across your bed in your fuzzy cat pajamas, listening to Exo and doing some homework when you got a text from your boyfriend, Baekhyun. You smiled to yourself, figuring it was one of his usual good night messages. He always sent you a text right before bed, wishing you to sleep well and saying that he loved you. However, he had been texting you even more frequently ever since he left for a short tour overseas.

He kept saying that he missed you. This didn’t surprise you, since Baekhyun was a really thoughtful guy. You considered meeting him to be the best thing that had ever happened to you. He was so loving and sweet, truly an angel on Earth. He shared everything with you, so even though you had only been together for a few months so far, you felt like you had known him forever.

After a string of bad boyfriends who had clearly only wanted sex from you, Baekhyun was like a breath of fresh air. He had single-handedly restored your faith in the male gender by never ogling your body but always being the one to look after your heart with such tender love and care. 

In fact, you realized that he had never even mentioned sex to you once. You were sure that he had no such thoughts about you. You were totally fine with that, since you didn’t have interest in such things at all. After all, true love was pure and innocent, right? Of course! That was what made it so romantic and exciting! 

You squealed to yourself gleefully, hugging the Baekhyun-shaped pillow on your bed (which he had given to you) with both arms, then you picked up your phone to check his message.

Upon clicking it, a video started to download and you noticed the words “video message” which you had missed before entirely in your excitement. 

This seemed even more interesting to you, since seeing Baekhyun was always the best option, but what would he be doing in this video? You figured he would probably sing. He sometimes sent you videos of him singing, either because he just felt like it, or because he wanted to sing you to sleep.

After loading, the video launched and the face of your beloved filled the screen of your phone. You squealed and fanned your face because, as always, he was incredibly handsome and it made you feel like your heart would leap out of your chest and sail out of your throat, exiting your body entirely and thus killing you instantaneously. It was an overwhelming and exhausting sensation, sure, but such was the feeling of dating Byun Baekhyun.

“Jagiya, annyeong!” he sang adorably, making finger hearts at you and causing you to squeal some more. He then began to just talk to you comfortably, filming himself with his phone as he walked around his hotel room. Apparently he was getting ready for bed.

“So I’m stuck in this hotel room right now and it’s so boring. I’d much rather be there with you, but I can’t.” he pouted dramatically, and you grinned at your phone. “So I thought I would send you a special message. Are you ready? Okay, let’s start!”

You bounced up and down happily, looking forward to what you were sure would be endless aegyo and a cuddly heart-to-heart chat about his feelings for you and his hopes for your eternal future together.

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