he is more worried for us

One of my good friends just came out to her boyfriend about being ace. She was so worried about it, and she’s used to having to explain what asexuality even is, even before she can worry about getting acceptance for it. 

So she asked him if he knew what that meant, and he was like, “Oh, yeah! One of my favorite characters on TV is ace! (Todd, from BoJack Horseman) I get that,” and it just made her entire coming out to him so much easier and more accepting and she’s so much happier now.

Just. Like. Representation matters.

Tom Holland | Marry Me?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)

Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question. 

Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life

Word Count: 1.4K


Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.  

He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

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Everything Has Changed (Part Two)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Part One

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

The sound of something steadily beeping in your ear brings you back to the surface of consciousness. You wade through the murky waters of your mind, trying to keep your cool when the simple task of opening your eyes turns into a losing battle.

Why can’t you open your eyes? Why does your body feel so heavy?

You grow more frantic as your body fails to follow through on any of the commands you direct at it. It’s not until you realize that something is restraining your arms that an overwhelming tidal wave of memories wash over your body and send you back underwater.

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Pants Song Appreciation

Hello. It’s me. Here to tell you all why the Pants Somg is a better representation of Michael Mell’s character than Michael in the Bathroom could ever be. In case you haven’t noticed, Michael in the bathroom is one of those songs that everyone obsesses over, to the point of using it as character definition. HOWEVER In the pants song, we get Sad Michael (burning things/the beginning) flustered Michael (“so you love him?” “What?”), Brave Michael (Standing up for Jeremy), worried Michael (“but I’m not what he wants”), concerned Michael (he makes Jeremy’s dad wear pants.), and normal Michael. Literally all in the same song. Michael in the bathroom only highlights his brief moment of panic and loneliness, not Michael as a whole individual.

Originally posted by thosemeddlingfandoms

Oblivious || Part 3

being oblivious had its perks… but not so much this time. 

(part one) 

(part two) 

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Click. 

Click. 

Click. 

Clickclickclickclickclickclick- Your eyes shot open as the obnoxious clicking grew louder, your vision still slightly blurry with sleep. Immediately, you were greeted with what seemed like a million cameras in your face, along with not-so quiet questions being thrown at you from all directions. And to top it all off? It was raining. 

“Y/N! Y/N, what are you doing out here on the street?” 

“Y/N, can you confirm Harry and Camille’s relationship?” 

“Tell us about Harry’s upcoming tour!” 

“Wha- what-” You wiped away the dry drool from the corner of your mouth before quickly scrambling up to your feet when you realized where you were. Where you still were. Outside the club, leaning against a lamp post. What time was it? Did you seriously fall asleep against a lamp post? Where was Harry? Where was Camille? Did he ever get his damn jacket?? 

“Did Harry leave you out here? We saw you going into the club with him last night.”

“What are your thoughts on Harry’s new girl?”  

“N-No comment, no comment.” You shook your head, patting down your pockets to make sure you still had all your things with you. It was a miracle you hadn’t gotten robbed in the middle of the night, especially in downtown LA. You were a little lightheaded from the unpleasant awakening, and your thoughts were all muddled up in your head so you had no idea what to do. Not to mention, the fact that you were being crowded by at least 40 paps didn’t exactly help. You winced when droplets of rain began pebbling down on you, making you raise your hand up over your head. 

“S’cuse me, I have to get home.” You tried to squeeze your way through the crowd, but it seemed like every time you took a step, you were pushed back three steps. It wasn’t usually this bad when you were out with Harry, but maybe that was because he had four bodyguards with him all the time. And in this case, you were completely on your own. You just wanted to go home and take a hot shower… 

“Y/N, can you answer a couple questions?” 

“Why didn’t you go home with Harry last night?” 

“Y/N, Y/N! Over here, sweetheart! Can I get a smile?” At this point, you were starting to get overwhelmed, not only by the millions of questions but also because you were very much claustrophobic. Usually, you’d have Harry keeping you behind him while pulling you through, and that always kept you calm. Not so much this time. 

“Please- c’mon man, let me through!” You pleaded, elbowing your way through the crowd as aggressively as you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted a taxi coming down the road. As soon as you weaseled your way out of the crowd, you raised an arm to hail the cab. 

“Y/N, how many Victoria Secret models has Harry dated so far?” You nearly stumbled onto the ground as you beelined straight for the cab, trying your best to drown the questions out.

“Thoughts on the One Direction hiatus? It’s been 18 months and they’re not back together!” 

“Y/N, how do you feel knowing that Harry’ll never love you the way you love him?” 

“Wait- What did you- Pardon me?” You whipped around, your eyebrows knitting together as you tried to locate the source of the question. Maybe you had just imagined that. There were a dozen questions being asked at once, after all. 

“Lady, are you getting in or what?” You looked over the crowd one last time before quickly slipping into the taxi, wiping the stray droplets of rain off your forehead. Definitely an eventful start to the morning. 

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As much as you wanted to go home and slip into bed (your back was killing you), a part of you knew you needed to go and see if Harry was alright. You wondered if he had taken his Advil yet, but then again, he probably wasn’t even up yet. You couldn’t exactly blame him for leaving you last night… After all, he was really drunk and could barely walk. 

You shivered as the elevator door opened to his flat entrance, the rainwater having completely soaked through your clothes. You had even made a stop to his favourite green-smoothie place since you knew he liked a boost of energy in the morning. 

“Fuckin’ freezing.” You muttered to yourself, reaching up and pressing the doorbell. It rang a couple times before you heard footsteps, making you perk up a little. If that was Harry, he most definitely sounded energetic! You’d have to thank Camille later on for helping him get hom-

“Can I help you?” That didn’t sound like Harry. You looked up, eyes widening at the sight of Camille standing in front of you in all her glory. She was dressed in nothing but Harry’s shirt from last night, a friendly smile on her face. “Oh! You’re, uh, shoot, I’m so bad with names…”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You trailed off, feeling a little more than defeated. She spent the night with Harry? He had just up and left you outside a damn club, and just to sprinkle some more salt in the wound, he spent the night with bloody ~Victoria Secret model~ Camille Rowe. “Is Harry alright?” 

“He’s fine! I just made breakfast for us - would you like to join us? I made chocolate chip pancakes, and I picked up some cantaloupe. Harry told me they were his favourite.” Yeah, because you made chocolate chip pancakes for him whenever he was recovering from a hangover. “Also, do you need a towel or something? You’re kinda…” She glanced down, gesturing to the puddle you had created. 

“Oh! No, no. I’m good, thanks. I just wanted to swing by and see if he was alright. I wasn’t expecting- um, I didn’t think he’d have guests over.” You smiled uneasily, ducking down a little when you caught a glimpse of Harry plopping himself down on the couch. “Can you at least remind him to take two Advil? And this is for him.” You handed her the green smoothie, keeping your fakest smile plastered on your face. 

“Right, yeah. Should I tell him you’re-”

No!” Camille’s eyes widened at your loud response. You cleared your throat and shook your head gently. The last thing you needed right now was for Harry to see you, a dripping mess, standing at his front door looking like you had just come out of a horror movie. And you didn’t exactly want to see him either… You were still humiliated over him now knowing about your feelings for him. 

“I just wanted to drop the smoothie off for him. I’ll be on my way now. Thanks again, for…” Dragging Harry away last night? Sleeping with him? Replacing me even though I’m not technically his girlfriend and he definitely doesn’t like me like that but I do girlfriend-y things and it really sucks that he’s doesn’t like me because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him but here comes a Victoria’s Secret model and she’s so much prettier and fitter and funnier and probably smarter than me and that’s why I’ll never be Harry’s type and God I think my heart is breaking- “Getting him home safely. By the way, he likes it when you cut his fruit into cubes.” 

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You had definitely never been this down in the dumps before. You kind of just wanted to curl up into a ball and drown in your own tears. Out of all the things to happen, why did you have to fall in love with Harry?! And why did you think you had a chance in the first place? You were just stupid, that’s what you were. Stupid, and lonely, and pathetic, but so, so in love with Harry Styles. And-

Ding-dong.

“Y/N, are you in there?” 

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gif isn’t mine! 

You know I like and what I think are pretty? Flowers. You know what God says he loves more than the flowers of the fields? You, and me. Pretty neat, huh?

EXO REACTION TO THE MEMBERS HEARING YOU BANG

You guys were apparently so loud that the neighbours heard and banged on the door to tell you guys to shut up. The members were embarrassed you were embarrassed and Kai was also kinda embarrassed*

SEHUN: No lie im actually scarred

KAI: Same, Y/N did a wolverine on my back

idc if its relevant i like this gif

Originally posted by jonginssoo

SEHUN

*After the sesh you both laid there, and you asked him if you were both too loud, he didn’t get to answer bc Junmyeon was already banging on the door*

JM: Im trying to watch a film, but all i can hear is you screaming. Y/N for goodness sake the boy is a carrot reconsider your life choices!”

Originally posted by luhan-vevo

SUHO

*Suho knew the boys were in in the apartment so he tried to be quiet, and told you too as well, however you weren’t and soon enough Jongdaes voice could be heard on the other side of the door

JD: “You heard the woman Suho! Go HARDER!

Originally posted by baekhyeun

CHANYEOL

*He walked out of his room i the morning to see Jongin staring at him in disgust*

K: “Could you quiet it down next time i thought we were being robbed with all that yelling

CY: The only thing that was taken last night was some virginity, nothing to be alarmed about

StOP

Originally posted by yeolhighness

BAEKHYUN

*He was hovering over you, both of you were going at it like no one could hear you, however you finally shut up when the door swung open and you saw the face of Minseok*

XM: “See i told you no one was dying, they just banging now let me go back to my coffee”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

KYUNGSOO

*You only got him to be this loud because there was no one in the dorm, or so you guys thought*

MEMBER: Can you guys stop yelling, and put a sock on the door i share this room with you remember”

Originally posted by arivium

CHEN

*It wasnt you making the noise, it was him. It was ALL him. You tried to keep him a bit quieter because the members were in but it was like he wanted them to know he was getting the good succ*

XM: Jesus christ Y/N why is he making so much noise?”

Y/N: Look i only lick the lollypop i cant control whats coming out the other end”

Originally posted by deararchimedes

TAO

*He was immediately scorned at for the noise level made from the bedroom however he was scorned even more because it wasn't even his bedroom*

CHEN: Please tell me you didn’t just do that in my bed”

TAO: I did and im not even worried about it”

KING

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

LAY

*You were in the jacuzzi with him and he decided to get things naughty as you were both alone, but he has 8 members just around the corner and it wasn't long before they head a noise and came to investigate*

Like they didnt already know

BH: “OOH YES YIXING DO IT HARDER POUND ME DADDY I LOVE IT WHEN YOU P…

LAY: ….

Originally posted by chiuyixing

KRIS

*Yifan was making vERY good use of those hands, you were both so into it you didn’t realise when a member walked in*

CY: Oh my god…i”

KRIS: No Chan its not what it looks like…i was just..rubbing it

yh sore genitals are all the rage these days

Originally posted by wuporn

LUHAN

*He was testing you, he had been all night so the only real option here was to jump on him and get some of that D. Trouble was everyone else heard you getting some of that D as well*

MEMBER: “Even my nan from 6 ft under all the way in china can hear you two, stfu”

yhh boi u suck that lollypop or ill do it for u if u want

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

XIUMIN

*As unlikely it would be this would happen it doesn't take away from the fact that it did and if he wasn’t the oldest he never would have lived it down, but it didn't stop a few jokes here and there*

XM: “Baek pass me the salt”

BH: “Sure thing daddy”

XM: “Right lets try that again”

idk what gif to use so have this

Originally posted by daenso

this was a mess bye

The S3 Klance Scene

Ok but Lance looked really upset when Keith said “Stop worrying.” Becuase we all know that those words do not help us stop worrying when something is bothering us. He just says “Ok, thanks.” And goes to leave, and he really forces a smile at Keith’s little joke cause he feels bad about himself and he thinks he’s the worst paladin and Keith doesn’t seem to get what Lance is trying to say;

He’s trying to say he doesn’t feel valuable to the team.

Keith thinks he’s worried about flying the red lion. He’s not. Keith’s low-key bad with emotions so this didn’t surprise me but I bet there’s more in season 4 about this. With all the Langst this season it’s definitely building up to something. Let’s not forget Jeremy Shada said “Lance dies.” I doubt Lance actually dies but something is gonna happen (to Lance) and it will be bad and Keith will then realise what he meant.

I’m prepared for season 4. Throw it at me.

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jensen Ackles and him flirting with you when he comes to your work.

“You know if I see you one more time here, I’m gonna start thinking you’re doing it on purpose.” you said with a soft smile as you checked on the machinery next to him.

“Although I would really do anything for that gorgeous smile of yours-” he said a little breathlessly and in a more rough voice than you were used in hearing on TV too “No, this really happened accidentally. Seems like I’ve been working for too many hours without eating and I had not realized it at all.” he mumbled as you hummed.

“Seems like?” you raised an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips “You know as much as I like seeing you here, Mr Ackles, you need to take more care of yourself. Don’t need to worry your loved ones.”

“So that’s why you’re worried too?” he asked with a small smirk and you scoffed a laugh.

“Careful Mr Ackles, your Dean is showing.” you turned your back to him as you started fixing his med and shots “Besides, I think it’s more than just overworking. You’re really exhausted, you’ll need to take a break for a few days and rest. Let your body do the healing and take some vitamins you really need. What a shame you won’t go back to flirting for a profession huh?”

“Who said I can’t flirt here too?” he asked but then just laughed, wincing slightly when he felt his head ache “Besides-” he licked his dry lips “I think I won’t really have a problem staying here for longer. With such a cute nurse I honestly wouldn’t mind staying here forever either.” he broke into a boyish grin and you shook your head with a laugh.

“Who said I am going to be the one to take care of you?” you asked, looking over your shoulder.

“What? No, I won’t take another answer. I have my personal nurse, I am not going to let any other woman touch me.” he shook his head stubbornly and you laughed.

“Very sweet but-” you handed him a glass of water “Sometimes, I wish I had not become your personal nurse from all the times you’ve been here, Mr Ackles. And yes I am really saying this because I’m getting worried, and no it’s no joke now.” you said, crossing your arms over your chest and looking him dead serious in the eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart.” he gave you a half and sad smile “Just another excuse to see you.” he shrugged “Besides, I am not doing this really on purpose I told you. The first two… three alright maybe four times were a little intentional to come and see you but- but this wasn’t and I… I promise, I’ll take more care of myself. On one condition though!” he raised a fingers and you rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself.

“What’s that, Mr Ackles?”

“You call me Jensen.” he said simply “Just like that, Jensen. Why do I call you (Y/n) so easily?”

“Because you’re a patient and I am a nurse, I am working here. That’s why.” you said matter-of-factly at his obvious effort of flirting with you.

“Come on, no harm done. Besides, if that’s your problem- you could always tell me the time your shift end and I’ll be there to hear you call me Jensen, as many times as you want!” he gave you an adorable smile and you shook your head.

“Sorry but unless you realized it, the moment my shift ends you are still going to be here-” you pointed at the bed “-A patient, and unable to get up and leave because you are a stubborn ass that won’t take good care of himself.”

“You are not going to get away with this so easily.” he said and you chuckled.

“Moments like this I really understand why they chose you to be Dean, Mr Ackles.” you emphasized and he just shook his head.

“Not my fault, Miss (Y/l/n). I just so happened to come face to face with an angel in a nurses clothes, and you know I mean a lot more than the Supernatural ones.” he said gently.

“You never give up, do you?” you asked and he gave you an innocent smile.

“You know me-” his smile turned from playful and flirty to soft, genuine and sweet “Can’t help falling in love with you every single day I see you, (Y/n).” he whispered and you closed your eyes, letting a deep sigh through your nose.

“I hate you, do you know that?” you asked in a really low voice and his lips pulled into a tender smile.

“No you don’t.” he mumbled, extending a hand to take hold of your and bring it to his lips, peppering it with butterfly kisses. You got lost in the way his green eyes stared at you so intensely and you let him bring your hand to his cheek. You cupped it as his hand still didn’t leave yours. You let out a shaky breath when he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face in your palm, kissing it tenderly. You could feel your heart hammer in your chest, just like every time you were close to this man, and you got lost in the sight in front of you. This tall, big man that was so strong at moments could curl up and hold your hand like he was the most fragile little child in need of love because he was scared. Because something had happened to scare him, and today you knew what it was all too well. He needed the love because of such an experience real bad. And oh did you love him so much already.

You almost got lost in the moment, the peaceful silence that surrounded you helping in that. So much that when you heard footstep you jumped in your place, pulling your hand away from him “Jensen!” you hissed, shaking your head in frustration mostly because you let him get you so carried away. You walked towards the door, giving a friendly smile to one of your co-worker as she passed by and closed it soon afterwards.

“That was close.” you whispered to yourself “What the hell Jens?!” you gave him a look as he laughed at your panicked expression.

“Come on, she didn’t see a thing.” he gave you an adorable smile.

“But she could have! Because you couldn’t hold yourself back.” you huffed, walking towards him.

“And who is to blame for that? Certainly not me.” he shrugged “Why do you keep that Mr Ackles act up all the time? There was nobody around!”

“But there could be, just like you saw.” you crossed your arms over your chest “And I keep the Mr Ackles act up because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be in my clothes at the moment, am I wrong?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He just chuckled, his eyes roaming your entire frame “Guilty. Yes I would definitely put this bed to good use for once.” he grinned at you like a young boy and you laughed.

“Really huh? Does your fiance know about these ideas you have then, Jensen?” you asked and he shrugged.

“Maybe, or else she wouldn’t tease the living heaven out of me walking in here like this.” he pointed at you.

“Hm seems like that to me.” you said with a smirk.

“Now come here and give your husband-to-be a big kiss because I’ve waited too long.” he extended his arms towards you and you laughed.

“Jens, don’t get any ideas. You’re beat and you need your rest. As much as my body can never say no to you, I’m a professional when it comes to my job.” you pointed out seriously and he laughed.

“Of course I remember that, just like that small closet you have on the third floor does.” he winked and you covered your face that started to heat up at the memories. Four years in and it still felt like the first day of your relationship.

“Come on, even if it’s only a kiss. You won’t be so heartless to say no to that, right? I hate that I have to see you under these circumstances but still- we could make the most out of this chance too, right? I’m not that bad anyway. And I’m a fast healer.”

“Only if you promise me you’ll be more careful next time.” you said a little more serious and he nodded his head.

“Deal. But even if I won’t, I’ll have my gorgeous nurse to take care of me anytime.” he wrapped his arms around your waist as he made room for you on the bed, although you only just laid half on top of him.

“Now give your patient some love, miss future Ackles.” he said against your lips and you giggled before cupping his face and pressing your lips hard on his.

And of course, as expected, his hands didn’t stay only on your waist.

The Preschool Teacher - Chapter 10

Harry quickly walked through the doors of the Emergency Department, clutching so tightly to your hand that you could barely feel it, with you nearly at a slow jog trying to keep up with his long legs.

“My son was brought in…Jackson Styles,” Harry told the nurse at the front desk. “Can you tell me where he is, please?”

The nurse took you both through a hallway and a couple of doors, until you stopped in your tracks, seeing Ramona sitting in a chair, drinking a cup of coffee in a small waiting room.

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Half-Sister, All Burden

Dean x Sam x Reader

Reader (Adam’s sister) living with Sam and Dean in the bunker. Dean hates the reader but she made the ultimate sacrifice for him.

Warning: Character Death, Abuse

Tags: @imascreamerbabymakemeamute

Half-Sister, All Burden Part 1

Part 2 

“I am sorry guys, I didn’t think that the vampire would …” I said

“You didn’t think? You almost killed Sam!” Dean yelled.

I looked down, afraid of looking into Dean’s disappointed eyes. This was my worse nightmare ever since I started hunting with my half-brothers Sam and Dean. I was afraid that one day I would get one of them killed.

“Dean, it’s not her fault! She almost got killed too!” Sam tried to reason with Dean.

“Better her than you.” Dean said under his breath. Sam did not hear it but I did. Dean thought that I did not hear it because he rushed to help Sam into a chair to check his injuries. Sam had a rather ugly cut on his abdomen.

“CASS!! We need you here!” Dean yells. A slight flutter of wings and the angel appeared. Cass did not ask questions and went straight to healing Sam. I looked at them and realized one thing. They were the original trio. Two brothers and an angel. I was just a burden that they had to bear. After Adam and mom died, they took me in because “I was family.” Honestly, they did it because the felt guilty for leaving Adam in the cage with Lucifer.

I rushed into my room before either of them saw the tears in my eyes. It hurt, knowing that I was a burden and that I was not wanted there. I walked into my room, shut the door and collapsed onto the floor. There was a sharp pain on my thigh where I fell into some broken glass. I slowly got off the floor and started taking off my jeans. I bit my lips to stop myself from yelling out in pain.

There was long gnash on my thigh. I guessed the adrenaline kept me from feeling the pain. Suddenly, the room started to spin. The next thing I know, I was on the floor and then, there was darkness.

My eyes opened slowly. It was like in the movies where the unconscious person slowly regains consciousness. Everything went from blurry to HD in about five seconds and three blinks of the eye. I was on my bed. It smelt like it. I heard some awful yelling only to realize that Sam and Dean were having a full blown argument just five feet away from me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep.

“She is nothing more than a burden. If she had told us she was hurt, none of this would be necessary!” Dean yelled.

“Dean, you were too worried about rubbing her mistake into her face to even check her for injuries. This is your fault Dean!” Sam replied, slightly agitated.

“She almost got you killed Sam! What was I supposed to do? You are my brother! She is nothing more than dad’s bastard of a daughter!” Dean said.

“You are just jealous because she had a normal life and you did not! Face it Dean, she is our sister! We are supposed to be loving brothers.” Sam argued. Dean said nothing more and stormed out. I heard Sam pull a chair and the next thing I knew, he was holding my hand.

“Y/N, I know we have not been the best brothers in the world. I am so sorry. I should have have taken better care of you when Dean did not. In some ways, I understand you, being the younger one. But don’t worry. It will all change now. I promise, you won’t ever be a burden to us.” Sam said.

I decided that it was time that I “woke up,” so I, channeled my inner actress and faked my awakening. I made sure I blinked a couple of times, moved around slowly and moaned in pain. I opened my eyes and saw a teary eyed Sam in front of me. Sam had a big smile on his face.

“You are awake, are you alright?” asked Sam.

“I am fine, what happened?” I asked.

“Well, you were hurt. There was a huge cut on your thigh. It was worse than my injury. Why didn’t you tell me or Dean?” He asked.

“I didn’t want to be a burden, sorry. I thought I could handle it myself. I am so sorry.” I said almost crying.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t apologize. You did not do anything wrong alright. You are not a burden. If anything, you are a gift to us. Don’t tell Dean, but I have always wanted a younger sister.” Sam said.

“I won’t tell Dean. Thank you Sam.” I said.

“Call me Sammy, like Dean does.” Sam said, holding my hand.

“Okay Sammy, I love you.” I said hesitantly.

“I love you to sissy. Get some rest, I will bring you food later.” Sam said. Sam stood up, gave me a kiss on my forehead and left my room. I felt a little better and for the first time, I felt like I was loved. I rolled over and slept with a smile on my face.

After that incident, Sam and I had become closer. He and I would spend hours reading books together in the library. He convinced Dean that I could stay in the bunker and provide information to them while they were on hunts. It proved to be a good idea as I helped them crack a few of their hard cases. Sam was very proud of me and would tell me so.

Dean on the other hand was different. He started to treat me worse. He would only talk to me because Sam was in the room. When Sam was not around, he would ignore me completely. I figured that I could not be too greedy. I assumed that Dean was jealous that I was spending more time with Sam. He made sure that there were always out on cases so I would have less time with Sam. Sam realized what he was doing but did not confront him.

“Y/N, we found a case. It is in Michigan.” Sam said while standing outside my room door.

“What? But you guys just got back yesterday. Don’t you guys need to rest and recover?” I asked. Honestly, I just wanted some quality time with Sam. I missed him while he went on hunts.

“I know sissy, but Dean says that it is important and there were no other hunters around to help.” he said, looking at me sadly.

“Well, I guess that can’t be helped. I missed you though.” I said. Sam came in a sat beside me on the bed.

“I know that Dean has been doing this because he is jealous that we are together so much. I should have said something, I am sorry baby.” Sam said. He only called me baby when he wanted to make sure I did not get angry.

“I know too. Don’t worry. He is your brother first. I come second. I am okay with it, as long as both of you come back in one piece. Contrary to what you may think, I do love Dean too. I love him like how I loved daddy. Dean is a lot like daddy.

“Baby, I promise I will talk to Dean about this alright. I also promise to make sure Dean and I come back in one piece. I love you so much.” Sam said, giving me a big hug.

“I love you both, my big brothers!” I said, returning the hug.

“We’ll be back in a couple of days. We will check in every night and whenever we need too. Behave!” Dean said, standing outside my door. Sam huffed in frustration and turned toward Dean to say something but I replied before he could.

“Yes Dean, I will. Don’t worry about me.” I said. Sam turned around me and he mouthed an apology to me. He stood up and followed Dean. I took a deep breath and looked around my room. Another few days of being alone.

I spent the next few days cleaning the bunker. I washed all the bed sheets, deep cleansed the kitchen and dusted the place. When I wasn’t cleaning, I was knee deep in the lore, trying to help Sam and Dean with the up and coming monster.

After I had identified the monster, I went back to bed. It was already midnight and I was exhausted from all the work. I slept well, knowing my brothers will be back the next day. Around four in the morning, I received a call from Sam. I immediately panicked. I was worried something had happen to either of them.

“Sam! What’s wrong?” I asked. My heart was racing.

“It’s Dean, he got hurt bad. He might not make it.” said Sam. His voice was breaking.

“Where you you guys? I will be there as soon as I can.” I said. I got up and started stripping off my pajamas.

“Michigan General Hospital, drive safe sissy.” Sam said. I was heartbroken. I could sense that if Dean died, Sam would be devastated. I wished that it was me that was dying. Then, an idea hit me. I knew what I had to do.

“Sam, don’t worry. Dean will pull through. I promise you.” I said before hanging up.

There was only one way to save Dean. I put on my clothes, collected several items and then left. I was scared of what I was about to do. But I was more afraid of losing Dean.

“Hello darlin, what do I owe the pleasure?” Crowley asked.

“My brother, Dean. Save him.” I said.

“What are you willing to offer, my sweet young thing?” Crowley asked, stroking my cheek. I looked in Crowley’s eyes and sensed some sympathy, well, enough for the King of Hell.

“Anything.” I said. The next thing I knew, Crowley’s lips were on mine.

I walked in the hospital and saw Sam and Dean in the hallway. I ran straight towards Dean and gave him a big hug. The next thing I knew, I was violently pulled away from Dean.

“This is all your fault!” Dean yelled at me.

“What? I don’t understand!” I said. Did he know about the deal that I made?  

“If you had done your research, I would not have gotten hurt.” he said. Then, Sam yanked me away from Dean and into his arms. He held me close to himself.

“Dean, it is not her fault. We all did research and came up with the same conclusion. Don’t pin this on her, you selfish bastard!” Sam yelled at Dean. Sam then took my hand and pulled me out with him.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Dean asked.

“I am riding with Y/N!” Sam yelled back. I tried to stop Sam but he was too strong for me. I let him pull me out of the hospital. Sam opened the passenger seat door and gently shoved me inside the car. He then went around and got in the driver’s seat. We were on the road in five seconds.

It has been three weeks since Sam left Dean in Michigan. It has been an incredibly stressful week for all three of us. Sam and Dean were talking more these day, it seems like they have solved their issues. Sam has been extra loving to me. He spent more time with me. I took full advantage of it, knowing I only had a week before my time was up.

I yelled Sam’s name. No answer. I walked out to his room. He was not there. I checked the kitchen and then the library, no one but Dean. I walked in slowly. Dean was having a beer, at 10 a.m. It did not look good.

“Dean, where is Sam?” I asked.

“None of your business.” Dean said, gulping down the beer. Normally, I would have apologized and walked away. But since I only had days left, I figured that I should know the truth to why he hates me so much. I pulled a chair and sat in front of him.

“Why do you hate me so much Dean?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes.

“I don’t hate you. Why do you think I do?” Dean asked, looking away. I was furious. He was trying so hard to hide his hate for me. I made a deal to save his life and he won’t even look at me.

“Really? Ever since I you found out about me, you have treated me like shit. I tried everything I could to please you. I saved your… I am sorry that your duo became a trio. I am sorry dad did not treat you like he treated Adam and I. I am sorry I had a mother and you did not. But this is not a reason for you to just pretend I did not exist!” I yelled.

“Fine! I hate you! I hate that you had a better life with dad than me. I hate that you just barged into our lives and made us responsible for you. Most of all, I hate that you took Sammy away from me. You are nothing but a burden. You should have never been with us. If I could, I would put you in the cage with Lucifer!” Dean said. I was shocked. I did not know his hate had run so deep.

“Maybe your wish would come true.” I said. I stood up and walked out of the library.

That night, I wanted to spend the whole night with Sam. It would be my last night with my beloved brother. I would miss him the most. I faked being afraid of a nightmare to get him to stay with me. We spent the whole night talking and laughing. Sam finally slept beside me. I was awake. I spent about an hour watching him sleep. That was how I wanted to remember my brother, peaceful and happy.

Finally, I slowly got out of the bed so Sam would not wake up. I changed my clothes. I took one of Sam’s flannel and tied it around my waist. That way, I would have something of Sam’s with me. Then, I took Dean’s shirt and I wore it. I now have both of my brothers with me. I was ready for the consequence of the deal.

I walked out of the bunker. Outside, Crowley was already waiting for me. He saw the tears in my eyes.  I thought I saw him hesitate. Then he clicked his finger and we left.

Being in the cage with Lucifer was absolute hell. He was exactly how Sam described but ten times worse. He would fill my head with lies. He only mentally abused me. Apparently, Lucifer was a gentleman and would not hit a woman. That was the only good thing going for me. I was to be Lucifer’s punching bag. It keeps him from attacking the rest of hell. This went on for a long time.

— Sam’s POV

It has been almost five years since Y/N left. Dean and I have searched high and low for her. Nothing. I was devastated. Dean was sad too but somehow, I felt that he was hiding something. I never got to confronting him because I was afraid that he will leave me too. Fast forward to now, where I have to be in the cage with Lucifer to get him to work together with God.

I am afraid that Y/N is in hell. We found and killed a few crossroads demon before Crowley came and told us to “go to hell” when we asked if Y/N made a deal. I could have sworn that he knew something about Y/N. I did not press the issue. Part of me was afraid of what I would find out. The other part of me just missed her.

Now, I am about to be transported into Lucifer’s cage. I was nervous. I shook that feeling away and nodded to Crowley. He seemed a little hesitant but he motioned for Rowena to start the spell. In an instant, I was in the cage with Lucifer. He smiled at me and pointed behind me. I looked behind me, there was no one. Then I looked down and I saw her. My sister was in the cage.

I rushed to her. She seemed unharmed. There was no bruises on her body. I noticed that she was wearing Dean’s favorite t-shirt that he lost and on her waist, my flannel. I shook her and tried to wake her up. She did not move an inch. I turned around to Lucifer and was pushed down.

“Now, now, let’s not get antsy. I know you have many questions, but one at a time please.” Lucifer said with a smile on his face.

“What is she doing here?” I asked.

“She made a deal with dear ol’ Crowley. Simple as that.” Lucifer said.

“But why would she make a deal? We weren’t dying or anything. Sure we were hurt but both of us was not injured to the point of death except… Dean.” I said, looking down at my poor sister. I was mortified.

“Yup, dear sister made a deal to save her brother’s life. How touching. That is actually the reason why I was so nice to her. She knew what it felt to be abandoned by a loved one. The same way God forsook me, Dean forsook her.” Lucifer said.

I knelt down and held my sister’s body to my own. I felt the tears filling my eyes. I was filled with guilt and anger. I was angry at myself and Dean not knowing that she made a deal. I was guilty of not confronting Dean about mistreating her. I felt like a failure. I had failed my only sister.

“Enough of this sappy feelings. Let’s bring the guilty party into this court! I shall be the judge this time.” Lucifer said as he snapped his fingers.


“Dean Winchester! How do you plead?” asked Lucifer.

Wings!Alpha!Tony Fic

So…. I did a thing. No promises as to when this will be updated since I’m still editing Spideypool and am about 8000 words into ThunderIronFrost… but here you go anyway lol. Doesnt take place in MCU timelines.

Obviously I dont have a title yet, so if you guys come up with a good one Ill take it.
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“Easy.” Steve murmured and wrapped an arm around Bucky, who hadn’t stopped shaking since the plane had landed in New York. “I promise everything’s going to be fine, alright? The team can’t wait to meet you. They were very excited when I called to say I was bringing you home.”

Bucky swallowed nervously and ducked his head, fear,anxiety,nervous bleeding from him, his wings folded as tight to his body as he could get them. “I dunno, Stevie.” He whispered and Steve extended his wings, settling one over Bucky’s hunched shoulders.

“Trust me. Have I ever led you wrong?”

Bucky shrugged beneath the heavy weight of Steve’s wings, and the blond frowned, his heart breaking all over again for his best friend.

It had been almost an accident, finding Bucky. Sure, Steve had been searching for him for years, but he had been positive that The Winter Soldier had left Hungary after the debacle that was a botched assassination. Instead, as Steve had been doing one last check on the last known hiding place of the Soldier, he had found him.

It had taken weeks of careful therapy, of visits from special doctors, of Steve talking almost non-stop about their past and who they were to each other, trying to break through the Soldiers conditioning. But finally finally one day the Soldiers eyes had opened and it was Bucky staring back at him.

Steve hadn’t wasted anytime calling New York, letting Tony and the rest of the team know that he was bringing Bucky home. Tony had sent a plane for them yesterday and now here they were, the elevator to the Avengers tower shooting towards the top floors where the team lived.

“Everyone’s going to love you.” He promised. “Most of us are Betas and Omegas so don’t worry about walking into a bunch of Alpha pheromones okay? Natasha’s the scariest, but she’s a Beta, and nicer than you think. She was helping me find you.”

Bucky just nodded, and tried to hide further beneath Steve’s wings.

He hardly ever talked at all anymore, and hadn’t opened his mouth more than five times since they had left Germany sometime last night. It was just another thing that made Steve sad– to see Bucky so different from how he used to be. There were no wise cracks or jokes or snappy one liners. No teasing glances and flirty comments, because even though they were both Omegas, back in the day they had spent lots of time in bed together. Of course Bucky had been the big one back then, carefully holding a fragile Steve close to his chest, wrapping his black wings around Steve’s smaller golden ones. It had been special between them, a bond that war and time and life had all but destroyed.

It was all so different now.

Bucky was bigger now, sure, but he was so fragile. Quiet and unsure of everything, hanging his head and hiding his eyes behind his hair. Never spoke unless spoken to first, and his voice had lost that easy Brooklyn accent, now it was just low and soft and hesitant.

His beautiful black wings had silver tips now, razor thin metal sharpened to lethal points on the ends of his primaries. Not to mention the piece of machinery that had replaced his left arm.

No Bucky was barely Bucky anymore, and it made Steve’s heart hurt.

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Giving Loki Laufeyson The Silent Treatment Would Include...

Authors note: i love loki. i cannot wait for him to get a redemption arc. in the meantime: headcanons. This prompt was given to me by @thechillfangirl sO THANK YOU

enjoy some loki fluff 

update it’s kinda not all fluff it’s more funny than fluff but ya know

  • BEFORE THOR 1 SO LOKI IS STILL THE SMALL LIL BEAN THAT HE WAS
  • meaning you’re Asgardian and living in the palace you know the drill right?
  • you probably were friends with the boys growing up so naturally love
  • Loki wasn’t quite sure what he did that was wrong.
  • He plays a lot of jokes, and those were fine with you- what could he have possibly done to make you give him the silent treatment?
  • He was scared, honestly. 
  • But would he let on that he was scared? Not a chance.
  • He was scared that you wouldn’t talk to him because you were trying to drop hints you didn’t want to be with him anymore
  • like he was so worried
  • he tried to find ways to suck up but you would just give him confused, sad, and angry looks
  • which only made him angrier and more scared
  • “Thor! (Y/N) will not speak to me. Can you try?”
    • Yep, Loki went to Thor for help. you know they used to be good brothers before everything went to shit
    • “Uhhhhh, okay?”
    • So Thor goes to you and Loki is sneakily watching over
    • “Why are you ignoring Loki?”
    • “I’m angry with him. I thought me not speaking to him made it pretty obvious.”
    • “Yes, but why? He’s worried.”
    • “Are you serious? Loki sent you to find out what he did wrong? Thor, don’t do his dirty work.”
    • thor exits
  • Lemme tell you how fed up Loki is with this no speaking thing
  • he burned his pillow with his magic
  • you and Loki share a room so he was ready to fight
  • You walked in that night and Loki just looked so confused
  • You only smiled.
  • “Why won’t you speak to me?” Loki asks
  • You shrug, making him angry becAUSE PLEASE SPEAK
  • “Fine. you won’t speak to me- I won’t speak to you. Goodnight.” 
  • Loki used his magic to put a barrier around him when he slept so you couldn’t get near him
  • this was all hilarious to you
  • but he was still pissed
  • not hearing your voice made him sad and not talking to you made him sad too
  • bc he loves you or something
  • I don't make the rules sorry
  • you woke up and he was already dressed and blocking the door with magic
  • you aren’t leaving until you talk to him
  • You sit up with a smile on your face and see Loki sitting in a chair reading a book
  • “Good morning, Loki.” You say.
  • He kinda jumps because he didn’t know you were awake and the sudden sound surprised him
  • “YOU SPEAK? HUH, I WASN’T AWARE YOU HAD THAT ABILITY, YN, BECAUSE SOMEONE DIDN’T SAY A SINGLE WORD TO ME YESTERDAY. WHY WAS THAT?” 
  • he is livid
  • and confused
  • and kinda happy
  • but scared
  • what is going on someone save this boy
  • honestly, you were laughing your booty off at his outburst
  • “Loki, you play so many tricks and I don’t have powers to play tricks on you to get you back so I had to try something.” You tell him. “It worked better than planned.”
  • Loki is so confused still
    • “YOU WANTED TO PLAY A TRICK ON ME?”
    • “Yeah and since I’m not an all-powerful god like you I had to try…you know, just being annoying.”
    • “I THOUGHT YOU WERE BREAKING UP WITH ME”
    • “I’m not, just trying to mess around with you.”
    • “OKAY GOOD, NOW I CAN BE HAPPY. BECAUSE I’M RUBBING OFF ON YOU, YOU PLAY TRICKS, YN!”
  • you just kinda laugh
  • he’s adorable
  • you love this man
  • maybe you should play more tricks on him
  • oh but you bet he got his revenge the next day
  • he kept making things disappear out of your hands
  • you were going to eat something? it’s gone.
  • read a book? oh, where could it have gone?
  • carrying a box? it’s missing.
  • but hey, it’s the price of love.
"Sir Kitty made a boo-boo"

Context: Our party has ghost-busted a haunted castle in the middle of a town, and after finding the loot was too much to carry, we hoarded it all away and scared the townsfolk into leaving town. When the mayor was killed by our Tabaxi rogue, and his brothers coincidentally also died, it was thought to be the work of the “evil castle,” so most everyone else got the heck out of dodge. So now we have our own little city.

Now, we’ve been worried about an approaching army, but they were just passing us by when three of their men decided to investigate the dead bodies in our streets. Our Tabaxi, Cloud, one-shot killed ALL THREE of them before they could get anyone else’s attention, but he just had to get in one more kill. (Also, Mercy, the bubbly death cleric, calls Cloud “Sir Kitty.”)

Cloud (ooc): Can I get one of the guys in the back of the army? Are they close enough?
DM: They’re just barely in range of your Oath bow.
The rest of us: DON’T DO IT. But if you do, attach a note.
Cloud (ooc): Ok, I’m folding the note in half. On the outside, I’m writing, “Message for you, sir,” and on the inside I’m writing, “Death awaits anyone who enters this town.”

These guys took it as a challenge, and 300 of them marched into the town. Only 3 of the 5 party members (including myself as Ash the trickery cleric) were in the castle. 

Cloud: Uh, guys, we’ve got company.
Mercy: What did you do?
Cloud: Sir Kitty made a boo-boo. *explains everything*
Ash (me): *under breath* Sir Kitty’s gonna get a boo-boo.
Cloud: We can take them.
Ash: There are three of us, and, like, three hundred of them.
Cloud: We’ll be fine!

I used my Blessing of the Trickster on him. By slapping him. And saying “Bless you” in a way that sounded more like “Screw you.”

PS: We won, but only because our other party members arrived with reinforcements.

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Kinda an addition/side bit to @fear-is-nameless post (but I wanted to put it alone over here because it’s sorta related but a bit far off) and also playing on the throat theory (I don’t remember who started it, so if you do then tag them)

buT SOMETHING I NOTICED AFTER SEVERAL 3 AM CUPS OF COFFEE

SPEAK NO EVIL: Anti slit Jack’s throat to silence Jack. To take away that happy, bubbly voice. So Jack couldn’t talk about him. Couldn’t warn us about him.

SEE NO EVIL: Anti now is beginning to cover his eyes in photos or videos, or blacking his eyes out more often. He wants to hide Jack’s presence, and I think that his eyes are the only way Jack can communicate with us anymore.


When we see Anti, sometimes he looks scared or worried. Like he’s lost a big part of the confidence he had last October.


Because in October, nobody was fighting against him. We all wanted Anti. But now, the community is beginning to fight back. And I think he’s realizing that we could bring our Jackaboy back.


So he’s doing his best to make sure we think Jack’s dead. To keep us from having hope.

All that’s left is HEAR NO EVIL. So what’s that? Is that next?

What God has to say about fear and worry:

2 Timothy 1:7
For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.

Anxiety feels like a natural reaction in the more troubling seasons of life but don’t fall into the trap of believing that it’s unavoidable. The thing is, even when things are at their darkest, God is still sovereign and He is still good.
When you’re tempted to give into discouragement or worry, remember that He promised in His word to never leave you or forsake you. There are not certain periods He designates in your life as times for worry. He always intends for there to be peace for His children. Lean on Him in the hard times and be encouraged that He works all things together for the good of those who love Him.

He is with you:

Isaiah 41:10
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Psalm 23:4
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Joshua 1:9
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.


Psalm 91:1-7
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.” Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day,nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand; but it shall not come near you.


Psalm 121:1-2
I will lift up my eyes to the hills— From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.


Isaiah 43:2
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.

Psalm 34:4
I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.


He will provide for your needs:

1 Peter 5:6-7
Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that He may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because He cares for you.

Matthew 6:25-34
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.


Jeremiah 49:11
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.


Philippians 4:19
But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

Proverbs 29:25
The fear of man brings a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord shall be safe.

He gives peace in the midst of turmoil:
Philippians 4:6-7
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

Psalm 55:22
Cast your burden on the Lord, and He shall sustain you; He shall never permit the righteous to be moved.

Isaiah 26:3
You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.

Proverbs 3:21-24
My son, let them not depart from your eyes— keep sound wisdom and discretion; So they will be life to your soul and grace to your neck. Then you will walk safely in your way, and your foot will not stumble. When you lie down, you will not be afraid; Yes, you will lie down and your sleep will be sweet.


No enemy poses a challenge for Him:
Psalm 27:1
The Lord is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid?

Romans 8:31
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?

Psalm 118:6
The Lord is on my side; I will not fear. What can man do to me?


Hebrews 13:5-6
Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me.

Jeremiah 32:17
Ah, Lord God! Behold, You have made the heavens and the earth by Your great power and outstretched arm. There is nothing too hard for You.

cave-in (langst fic)

Lance trying to survive a cave in, communications cut off, and the only way the team knows he’s alive is his suit, but they think he’s back at the village bc that’s where Blue is.

thanks for the prompt @tokyoteddywolf!! (this ended up way longer than i planned it to be)


“I am sending you on a different mission than the other paladins, Lance.”

Lance stares at Allura like she just grew another head- which isn’t all too bizarre, considering she is a shapeshifting alien princess.

“Why?” Lance asks. The other paladins agree, looking to the princess for answers.

“This mission is…” Allura hesitates, pointedly looking down at her clasped hands. “… well, to put it simply, it is…”

The princess takes a deep breath. “Well, Lance, this mission requires a certain level of… seriousness… that I am not certain you can achieve. You see, this is a  very powerful kingdom that could be a potential ally of Voltron. And it has… it has a princess. I am very sure she, and her parents, would not appreciate your-” Allura coughs. “-romantic advances. However, the mission you will be carrying out is of much less importance, and therefore should be quite difficult to mess up-”

Lance interrupts Allura with an uncharacteristically emotionless and quiet tone, though the hurt is clear in his eyes. “So you’re not letting me go because I’ll flirt?”

Allura nervously glances up at Lance from her fidgety hands. “I don’t know that you will, but we cannot afford to lose this opportunity.”

Hunk cuts in, his expression dark. “Allura. You know Lance can’t jeopardize the mission, don’t you? He can handle himself fine. Right, Lance?” Pidge nods rapidly in agreement, and Hunk’s expression softens as he looks to Lance, though Lance isn’t looking back. He’s calmly glaring at Allura, who is anxious but clearly standing her ground.

“I can control my flirting, princess. I’m not stupid.”

“I don’t mean to offend you, Lance. You are a capable paladin with many abilities, but seriousness is not one of them.” Allura’s voice is gentle and sincere, but also firm, as if speaking to a mere child. She patiently returns the stare with an equal amount of coolness that amplifies her royalty. “You being there could risk us a very important advantage that could further our progress to defeat the Galra. I’m sure you understand, Lance.”

“So by existing-” Lance gestures to the other paladins, who are concerned and surprised by Lance’s change in mood- “- I’m holding back the team? I thought I was part of you guys.” Lance’s voice betrays him by cracking at the word ‘part.’

Allura is horrified. “No, no, Lance, I don’t mean to say that you are not part of the team, I just mean-”

“-That I don’t belong? That I’m not important enough to go on the important missions? Isn’t that why I’m the only one that has to go on the easy mission so I don’t mess up everything like the stupid mess up of a person I am?” By now the tremor in Lance’s voice is blatant, rising in pitch with every word he spits like venom. Allura shakes her head wordlessly, tears spilling from her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she finally says. “I-I…”

“Lance. You know that’s not true,” Shiro intervenes softly. The other paladins are all gaping in disbelief and sadness. Lance turns away, not wanting to be pitied by his friends.

“Just brief me on the mission,” Lance says curtly to Allura, who nods shakily in response.

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