“I really would say, I mean, at this point I feel like Obama is definitely the most, the biggest celebrity in the world at this point, and also… It’s funny you said, you know, it’s funny because I say that because he’s the most known, but I don’t really think we really know who the most powerful political animal really is.”
Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.
I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!
Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.
Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in
every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary
to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you
that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.
Showering every morning, brushing his
teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day
without fail, the list went on. Little things.
One of his many routines was to
live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit
at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?
New videos went up on Wednesdays, but
the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very
different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because
he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too
lazy to straighten his bedhead.
And they would always ask him to go
bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was
obliged to do.
So when he woke up late one Sunday
with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let
it get in the way of his routine.
He discovered a note from Keith on the
kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance
lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After
shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You
don’t even like soup.”
Lance chuckled softly, which quickly
led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set
up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the
“Hey guys,” he said with a small
wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and
edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.
The chat was quickly flooded with
“HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he
went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries
about his health.
There were quite a few “Are you
okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s
personal favorites being “You look like shit.”
He read off the last comment with a
short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought,
he added, “Nice name.”
After a short pause of him continuing
to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold
or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”
As the viewers seemed satisfied with
this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of
“Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.
“Mullet Boy is running errands,”
Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out
to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”
Keith and Lance had been sharing an
apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in
their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole
thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed
to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.
Eventually, the accidental publicity
that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab
channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he
was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly
Numerous people began telling Lance to
prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks
on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in
and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin
thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”
Lance read through some of the
responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at
someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.
“Actually, I got some good news for
you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before
continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on
Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming
over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we
should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”
Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned
through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked.
“Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it
could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m
positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I
can even convince Keith to play with us.”
Lance couldn’t help but smile at the
enthusiastic response that got.
“I think I’m going to get myself
some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug
resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really
scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have
coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea?
Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar
or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”
Lance almost regretted this comment as
a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer
“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the
kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill
coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”
Lance stood, and was about to start
towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused.
He knew immediately something was wrong.
His legs felt like jelly, and the room
seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been
fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back
down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t
Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in
intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet
him. Everything went dark.
Keith glanced at his phone as he moved
around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and
had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the
screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might
actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should
be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.
Lance’s channel got some negative
feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over
the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was
called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.
Lance was anything but consistent when
it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and
the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes
he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about
all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad
luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he
got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you
But Lance’s favorite thing to do were
Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer,
had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite
Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but
their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing
and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly.
For two player games, Lance was ideal.
Allura was an extremely popular beauty
channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to.
Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.
And Keith… well, the two of them had
a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s
dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by
popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no
Keith was surprised at how much he had
started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an
art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith
wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful
source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after
graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.
Without thinking too much of it, Keith
swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the
live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone
again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes
snagged on something odd.
Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet
mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it.
Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he
wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live
Keith bristled. Lance better not be
still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs
wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance
simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’
But when he looked at all the
mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then
“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU
BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY
YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS
IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”
Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries
forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the
stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to
wait for the slow, crowded elevator.
He fumbled to fit his key in the lock
and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the
live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew
up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the
floor in front of the couch.
“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank
down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay?
Can you hear me?”
Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith
felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale
skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”
“I’m back,” Keith answered
shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez,
you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”
“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled
under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.
“What? No, Lance, I was saying you
have a fever.”
“Because you’re hot and I want
s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith
was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going,
and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because
of a fever.
Keith glanced at the computer sitting
on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of
random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s
conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and
propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to
take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”
“So you finally admitted it,”
Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see
him grinning up at Keith tiredly.
“I meant your temperature, dumbass.
Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”
“You had sex in the Museum of Modern Art ? Oh my gawd..” Penelope’s hands were clasped over her mouth and she was almost shaking with laughter.
You all were. What had started off as a nice meal cooked by JJ, had quickly escalated into a full on girls night in. You were all strewn about her living room, wine bottles in various places. You were lying on her couch, your feet placed in Emily’s lap and you were all discussing the various strange places you’d had sex.
You were tipsy, pleasantly on your way to being hammered and you were having a brilliant night in with your female colleagues. Garcia was sat in the arm chair with her legs slung up over the side and JJ was sprawled out on her floor, her head propped up on her arms and a half empty bottle of wine next to her. She’d taken to swigging directly from the bottle as she’d smashed her second wine glass an hour ago and you’d all berated her for wasting alcohol. You knew where your priorities were.
“Yep! I used to date one of the security guards when I was eighteen. He snuck us in after hours,” Emily told you, her face pink with laughter.
“God…” JJ said. “The most adventurous place me and Will do it is in the shower, he loves it in there.”
You giggled, “Spence loves it when we fuck in the shower too, although I’m always scared we’ll slip over.”
The three girls stopped laughing and all turned to look at you incredulously.
“Spence?” Emily asked.
Your eyes widened as you realised what you’d said.
“OUR Spencer?!?” JJ rearranged herself into an upright position, crossing her legs and leaning forward.
“Y/N? Really? You and Reid?”
JJ crawled across the floor and pulled out her handbag which was stashed at the side of her couch. Taking out her purse, she handed fifty dollars to Emily.
“Penelope, I believe you owe me fifty too?” Prentiss told Garcia.
“In a minute. I still…. Really?” She was leaning forward in her seat.
“You can’t say anything to the guys. Please. We’re not ready for people to know yet.”
“OH MY GOSH, IT’S TRUE!!” Garcia squealed and you caught JJ rolling her eyes and making the motion of covering her ears.
You took a big gulp of wine and nodded, readying yourself for the questions.
“When?” Penny demanded to know. “No no no wait.. I bet it was at Morgan’s party? Am I right, am I right?”
You shook your head. “We were together by then.”
“THAT WAS THREE MONTHS AGO, Y/N.”
Emily and JJ just looked amused, watching the exchange between you two. You gave them all a sheepish look.
“The time we went on that outward bounds team building thing? I remember you two lagging behind on the trails. Did something happen then. Wait… You two got back to camp a good thirty minutes after the rest of us. It was then wasn’t it… Oh I can see it now; you trip and Spencer reaches for you to stop your fall. You end up in a pile on the floor and stare into each others…. ”
“Pen, no. We were already together then too. Although something definitely happened in those woods.”
JJ interrupted her just before she was about to launch into another convoluted guess. “When exactly did it happen?”
“Erm…. You remember that case where I was really ill and Spencer ended up escorting me home and spent the weekend looking after me.”
“Hahahaha,” Emily laughed. “So you played a little bit of Doctor Reid and patient then.”
“Weeell not exactly. I was too ill. But that’s when we discovered that we both liked each other.”
“Girl, we could have told you that.” JJ sipped from her wine bottle, grinning at you.
“So wow… That was… ” Garcia thought back in her head, “Seven months ago.”
“What’s he like, you know, as a boyfriend?” JJ asked.
All three awwwwed in unison. You weren’t lying either, Spencer really was the best partner you’d had.
“Does anyone at work know?” Garcia wanted to know.
“Only Hotch. And that was because we felt he ought to. He’s fine with it as long as it doesn’t effect our work. Which so far, it hasn’t.”
There was a moments pause before Emily cleared her throat.
“I’m just gonna ask what those two are thinking. What’s he like in the sack?”
“I can’t tell you that!!”
“Yes you can.” They urged, almost as if they were a practiced chorus.
“No, I can’t!”
“You’ve gotta give us something here.” Garcia begged.
“Look, all I’ll say is that he’s definitely picked up a thing or two from all the things he’s read, and that he makes me extremely happy.”
Another trio of awwws.
“I never really imagined Spencer to be a shower sex kinda guy though,” Emily piped up.
“Oh he definitely is. I swear, the amount of times one of us has nearly slipped over.”
The girls had promised not to say anything and you were trying to find the right time to tell Reid that you’d let it slip. You’d decided that when you were ready, you’d tell everyone together.
You were sitting across from each other around the circular table in the meeting room with Hotch, Derek and Rossi, waiting for the other three.
Strolling in with smirks on their faces, they handed Reid a wrapped package.
You looked at them curiously.
“A present? What did I do to deserve this?” He asked them excitedly, ripping it open at their urging.
“An anti slip shower mat? I don’t get it?” He looked at them confused.
You were going to kill them. All three of them, together.
“Y/N was telling us the other night how you sometimes have problems staying upright in the shower,” Emily told him as the other two tried to keep a straight face.
“I’m sorry…… I’m so sorry!!”
He started to chuckle as did the other men. Standing up, he quickly walked around the table and pulled you out of your chair, wrapping his arms around you.
“I kinda let it slip too, last weekend when we were at Rossi’s.”
“Thank God!” Derek exclaimed loudly. “I thought we were gonna have to pretend we didn’t know forever. You have no idea how hard this last week has been for me, wanting to make jokes at your twos expense. Although… The shower mat. I don’t get it?”
Penelope whispered something into his ear and he grinned, nodding approvingly.
sai im sorry but like i saw this post yes and luffy says "i dont feel sexual attraction" and someone says "oh so you are ace?" and luffys is like "????? what. no, ace is my brother. im luffy" and im crying omg
No-no, lance with a fake mermaid tail that he wears in the water and entertaining kids. A hose that constantly provides air so he can stay underwater for long periods of time. Swimming with peaceful fish in a large tank.
Okay I absolutely LOVE THIS so give me an entire Voltron aquarium AU
Voltron Aquarium was owned by Alfor, but he retired and his best friend Coran took over
His daughter Allura wanted to take over because she studies zoology but she’s still young and in school and Alfor wants her to graduate ,so Coran takes over so he knows his staff will still be taken care of
Allura still plays a huge part, she’s one of their best animal handlers and she teaches a lot of programs for local schools
Shiro is their primary physician for the animals, so he and Allura usually work together a lot to see if problems are medical or behavioral and just generally make sure the animals are happy and healthy
Hunk works there too, as a sort of grounds keeper and technician to make sure the outdoor displays look nice, the exhibits have proper lighting and temperatures and space and nothing is broken
And during the summer they offer boat tours! They have a boat they keep at a local marina and Hunk drives the boat while Allura teaches programs
Pidge can’t work there because she’s still in high school, but she volunteers there every weekend bc she’s a huge nerd
Sometimes she helps Allura teach programs and she knows all the animals and could babble about their ecosystems for hours
Keith is a marine biology and environmental science student at the local college and is there basically all the time because he has a membership that gets him free admission
Shiro is his best friend from childhood and they both grew up on the beach and developed a love for aquatic life so they both study it
So Keith goes there to hang out with Shiro, lend a hand when it’s needed bc he knows the whole staff and aquarium pretty well, but mostly he just hangs out by his favorite exhibits while doing homework
A local extremist “animal rights” group and publication called GALRA holds protests outside the aquarium saying that holding animals in captivity is wrong
The staff is annoyed and Pidge fights them a lot bc they work with a lot of conservation groups to create animal welfare programs and protect water rights, and their animals are all well taken care of with appropriate exhibits
Nevertheless GALRA is loud and public, and so they notice they’ve been losing money, especially on the days when the protestors are there
So they need a big new idea that can bring people in, but it has to be something they can be public about without GALRA condemning them and making things even worse
Hunk is the one who suggests it, he knows his neighbor is obsessed with ocean life and is a professional mermaid
It’s perfect because the aquarium needs a non-animal based exhibit and Lance has been struggling to make ends meet
He works during the day as a fitness instructor, and he’s studying at the community college nearby, but the mermaid thing is mostly just a hobby that he and his partner Plaxum do every once in a while
He and Plaxum get hired as a mermaid duo to perform shows fairly regularly
Keith shows up one day and notices it’s really crowded and is like ???? because he doesn’t know of any new exhibits or anything
So he goes exploring and sees one of the pools is occupied by two people
He looks around and there’s no staff around, are these people trespassing? So he goes over and starts telling Lance that guests can’t just jump into the pool, and there’s a crowd gathering so he needs to get out before he gets in huge trouble
Lance just looks all confused, then laughs and is like “Come back in 20 minutes”
So Keith gets all annoyed and leaves but he can’t help it, he’s curious, so he comes back later to see that these people are still in the pool, only now he notices they have mermaid tails and are putting on a whole show
And look, Lance may have just been doing this mostly as a hobby, but dang if he isn’t good at it
Turns out Lance is studying ecology and biology and like wow, he knows what he’s talking about
He and Plaxum look so graceful performing these shows, and he is really good at charming the audience and putting on a very convincing act while also teaching kids about marine ecology
At first Keith thinks it’s silly but I mean, Lance is very attractive and the mermaid costume is doing wonders for him
And Lance has his whole mermaid act, so he is very sassy and fun and teases Keith when he gets caught staring at them and pretending not to be invested
But like he’s clearly there with Plaxum and so he kinda just observes from afar
Except he’s there late one day, and sees Lance leaving after a show, and Keith realizes this is his first time seeing Lance with clothes, and his hair is dry and kinda curly from the water, and he looks tired but so so cute
So Keith is like whoaaa okay run away but nope, Lance sees him and starts up a conversation
And it turns out the mermaid persona is like, exactly that, a persona? And Lance is actually very sweet and soft-spoken and nice and wow Keith is done for
Keith just so happens to start hanging around the aquarium during every show, and Lance is an oblivious idiot who thinks he’s there to watch Plaxum and be a fish nerd
Cue some good old fashioned mutual pining
Until one day, Keith is hanging around waiting for Shiro to clock out and notices Hunk talking to Lance
So Keith starts to walk over and Lance doesn’t notice and Keith overhears him talking about how cute some guy is and how he’s there all the time but he only ran into him the one time and he can’t be flirting while doing a show
Keith is all :( because Lance likes someone else
And Lance still doesn’t notice him and is like “I don’t even know his name! I just call him cute mullet boy with the red jacket in my head” and like
Cue Hunk looking behind Lance to Keith, with his mullet and his red jacket and a freaking lightbulb goes off
So Hunk is like “His name is Keith” and Lance is like ?!?!?! you know him?! Can you introduce me?
So Hunk is like ummmm introduce yourself
And Lance turns around and realizes Keith has been eavesdropping and wow they are both very gay
So they start dating and they’re the ocean’s greatest power couple
Anyways Lance’s exhibit does wonderfully and GALRA can’t fight them on it and the protestors stop showing up so business is doing really well
And it’s happy and gay and mermaids bring everyone together!
Dean kisses Castiel for the first time under the fluorescence of a gritty gas station light.
Dean kisses Castiel for the first time under the fluorescence of a gritty gas station light. They are bruised and bloody, the stench of burning flesh still clinging to their shirts. Sam is inside the store, buying beer and toothpaste.
He doesn’t quite know how it happens— one moment he is leaning against the Impala, waiting for the tank to fill. Cas comes around the car to join him, and then Dean is leaning in, one hand curling into Cas’s coat and the other coming up to cup his jaw, tilting it just right. Cas moves in front of him for a better angle. His mouth is warm.
And then, as quickly as it started, it’s over, and Sam is leaving the store, shooting Dean a confused look as he all but lurches away from Cas. They get in the Impala without a word, but Dean’s eyes drift to Castiel’s in the mirror probably more often than is safe. He can barely fight a smile for a week afterward.
Dean kisses Castiel for the second time in a shitty motel outside Rexford, Idaho. There’s a tension between them. It hangs in the air and is solidified by the small bundle of Castiel’s belongings that he places on the far bed.
Dean is fluffing the pillow when he turns to face Castiel, leaning in with a certainty he didn’t know he had. And Castiel kisses him back, hard, his hand on the back of Dean’s neck, keeping him there. Dean can sense his sadness. Confusion. It makes his chest ache.
They don’t talk about it in the morning. Dean drops Cas back at the Gas n’ Sip. It feels all wrong. Words rest unsaid on the tip of Dean’s tongue— come back, he longs to say. Stay. He doesn’t. He lets the sound of the passenger side door echo in silence. With a tight smile and a wave, he is gone.
They come together, briefly, in quiet moments, in tense moments, when everything is too much, when everything is too little. Still, it’s not enough. Dean dreams of blue eyes and wakes up in a cold bed. His phone is always in the corner of his vision; every time it buzzes his heart leaps in his chest. Most of the time it’s not what he’s hoping for.
One night in the bunker after a particularly brutal case, Castiel finds his way to Dean’s room. Dean is sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. Castiel kneels beside him.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he says.
“You’re wrong,” Dean replies.
“We were out numbered. We had no chance. We couldn’t have saved her.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do,” Castiel says, and he reaches for Dean’s hands, pulling them away from his face. Dean’s eyes are sad and tired. Castiel cups his cheek, swiping his thumb along the freckles there, and leans in.
Later, at some point in the late night or early morning, as he lies next to Castiel, Dean whispers, “Don’t leave.”
I woke up late and in a hurry so I scurried out of my room into the kitchen. My moms eyes widened and then she sprouted the biggest grin ever.
“Finally!” She laughed. I looked at her like she was crazy. She sighed and pointed to my arm. I looked down. ‘Y-You’re beautiful’ was tattooed across my forearm. A slight blush crept across my cheeks.
“I-I have to go to school,” I said as I bolted out the door.
And that brings me here today, Thursday. I thought over this tattoo probably over a thousand time. I’m probably soulmates with a fuck boi or something. I kept on reading the tattoo as if I was walking around town at night and some random guy just passed me and said it, so I told myself to never fall in love with that man. A thick scream erupted through my thoughts. I looked down the street and a man with huge wings was flying past. I ducked as he flew overhead.
“I will do- anything to protect the people I love!” The man with wings said as he stopped and turned around. I looked back down the street as Spider-Man swung on top of a building.
“Same goes for me- that’s why I gotta stop you.” The few people along the street started to scream and run away. I backed against a wall as the winged man and Spider-Man fought. I glanced down the street, wondering if I should run for it. I decided that yeah… I might get crushed by this weird vulture guy but also I wanna get the hell out of here. So I ran.
As I got closer to the end of the street I heard a crash in an alley I just passed. I stopped and looked over my shoulder, then up above me. The man with wings was flying away. I sighed and ran back to the alley. At the end, there was a trashcan with Spider-Man laying across the top. He had seriously dented it bad. I ran up to him.
“Oh God-” I said as he lay there motionless. I jumped up on the trashcan and kneeled next to him. His mask was pulled over half his face. I shimmied the rest of his mask off and put two fingers under his ear. Thump thump. I let out a sigh of relief. He groaned and I put my hand on his chest and shook him. “Hey- hey- wake up. Are you ok?” I asked. He leaned up slowly and then hissed in pain. He suddenly clutched his forearm.
“Shit-” He groaned. His suit had a rip near the hand and he ripped it even more.
“What are yo-” The sight of his forearm shut me up. A thin worded tattoo was now burning away off his skin. The words ’re you ok?’ were all I saw and then it was gone. He looked up at me with a confused look and then all of the expressions on his face dropped.
He was cute. Like wow. He looked kind of familiar with those brown eyes and messed up locks of hair. I doubt he went to my school since my school was so small and I basically knew everyone there. He probably went to Midtown, the high school that was a couple blocks from my school. Was he my soulmate? Is that what happened? Would the tattoo disappear from my skin? I realized he was still starring at me with his mouth agape.
“W-What?” I asked, blushing.
“Y-You’re beautiful.” He said. I bit my lip and a sharp pain spread across my forearm.
“Ow!” I moaned. I lifted up my sleeve and looked down. My tattoo was burning away, just like his. I looked up at him and he was beat red. A scream sounded from a couple blocks away, causing Spider-Man to break eye contact with me.
“I-I-I have t-to go-” He stuttered as he jumped off the trashcan.
“Wait- will we ever see each other again?” I asked him. He thought for a moment.
“I’ll find you- trust me on that.” He smiled and grabbed his mask. I smiled back as he swung away onto the building. It turns out it was smart of me to trust his word because the next day after school, a little spider, who was out of his costume, met me on my walk home.
@acrilic: you could write like cute jealous!peter where you start spending a bit more time with another friend of yours and one day peter comes through your window cus he’s so done and wants to tell you that he likes you sm and he just starts rambling and you kiss him to shut him up efmldka i feel like that would be cute idk
Warnings: Swearing, angry teenager hormones™, prolly bad grammar, jealous & angry cinnamon roll Peter, kind of angsty??
Notes: i hope i don’t fuck this up :)) dammit this got too long. sorry for that. this is probably bs but heck it’s my first imagine. pls read it all it took like five hours and give me a shot :’) prolly going to write a series. enough talking,,, i hope you enjoy and ignore my self-loathing note. also give me your opinion on this! i would love to read all of y’all’s opinions.
Peter Parker and (Y/N). Two nerds, best friends, crushing on each other and too oblivious to notice.
You had a Spanish exam the next day and you planned on hanging out on your house with Peter. You knew Peter’s little secret and you insisted him to come hang out with you instead of some bad guys that tried to kill him. You never could see him hurt, you couldn’t live with that in your conscience, that you could do something to help him.
Peter: (Y/N). (Y/N): what Peter: Sorry, but I can’t go to your place tomorrow… :( please forgive me. (Y/N): you’re going to try and flirt with some cute girls with your suit, huh? go on, i forgive you dude. i’m your wingwoman ;) Peter: What? no… Peter: Anyways thank you! You’re the best! We’ll hang out some other day, okay? :) (Y/N): yeah, yeah. also please call me when you’re at the cafeteria, please i have no clue how to get there.
You lock your phone and stuck it in your pocket again, waiting impatiently for the class to end. After the bell rang, you were heading to the school’s Cafeteria. You were trying to guess where it was since it was pretty far from your classrom. Walking through several hallways and not finding anything, your eyes met with a cute boy, standing against the wall, looking through his phone and with his earbuds on and bopping his head up and down at the beat of the music.
When Colin first sat down on the stage someone said “Hi handsome” and he started looking around all confused and stood up and walked around the stage and goes “Where….?” and everyone laughed and the girl goes “You!” and he got all bashful and adorable. I can’t handle him.
Imagine – You are forced into an arranged marriage
“We need this Y/N. Our family needs it”. My mother spoke, standing in front of me at her desk with my father. They wanted me to marry this wealthy Shadowhunter that came from a well known family tree.
“And what happens to what I want?”. I said, not lifting my head to look at them.
“Oh don’t be so selfish! We have given you wonderful opportunities and have gotten you so far in this institute, you owe this to us”. My mother snapped.
My father blinked nervously until he spoke, “Anyway it’s done. He’s coming to the institute tomorrow where you will be married immediately. Everything will be set up, you just have to show up, do you think you could do that?”, he was so patronising.
I glared at them but there was nothing I could do. I had to do this for my family, “Just tell me the time and I’ll be there”.
I walked out of their office to be greeted by Izzy and Clary walking down the corridor, “Hey, what was that emergency meeting all about?”, Izzy asked whilst both of them linked each of my arms. I was training with her when I got ushered to my parents.
“Oh just stupid family drama, wanna go into town for drinks?”, I asked the both of them needing one last night out with my girls before my freedom would be taken away.
“Of course, give us half an hour and we’ll be ready!”. They both ran off to get all dolled up whilst I just went back to my room.
I sat on my bed and just went over what my parents had said to me, ‘Don’t be so selfish’. I’ve been everything but selfish. I have always put everyone before myself. A knock snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up to answer it, “Izzy I thought you said half an-”. I opened the door to Alec. “Sorry I thought you might have been Izzy and Clary”. I held the door open and motioned for him to come in.
“So what can I help you with?”. Me and Alec had been close for a while, we had a flirty relationship, it was playful, we knew we both liked each other.
“Erm…this sounds stupid but I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight…for dinner…just me and you?”. I was so happy, the big grin on my face supported this.
“Alec I would-“, then I remembered. “but I can’t”, I didn’t want to tell anyone of the marriage yet. “I’m going out with Clary and Izzy tonight around town”. I saw the disappointment on his face which broke me. “But you can come too, you can bring Jace and Simon as well if you want”. His famous smirk was now visible, obviously pleased with the invitation.
“Sounds great, I’ll go get the others”. He left, grazing my arm with his hand as he walked past. I walked over to my wardrobe looking at the options for me to wear. I wasn’t in a mood to make an effort so black jeans and a T it was.
I lay down and waited for someone to come and get me. The next thing I knew I opened my eyes to Jace leaning over me at my bedside.
“Finally! I’ve been shouting you for like 10 minutes!”. I sat up and let my eyes adjust.
“I’m sorry I must have dozed off”.
Jace looked at me worriedly, “What is wrong with you lately?”.
“I’m just exhausted, and stressed with all the mission reports I’m so behind on. The clave is on my back a lot these past few weeks”.
“Well we don’t have to go out tonight we can always-“.
I cut him off, “NO no….I need this”. He nodded with a look of concern and put an arm around me as we walked to go and meet the others.
We arrived at the club. I walked in with Clary and Izzy by my side whilst the other guys followed us in as we had more experience with mundane clubs.
Three hours, 7 shots, 4 vodka & cokes and a bottle of Malibu later….lets just say I was a little more than tipsy. We were all sat in a booth on the far side of the club right next to the dance floor. Jace and Clary were in the middle of a make out session whilst Simon was watching star wars on his phone as Izzy had passed out with her legs across Simon and her head on my lap. Me and Alec were talking…well, he was talking, I was slurring, although I could feel the room gradually starting to spin slower. Then all of a sudden Alec kissed me. It was long, passionate and so overdue. The second we pulled apart my lips did something before my brain could think about it.
“I’m getting married tomorrow”. My eyes were still closed from the kiss and they stayed closed for a few more seconds as I was scared to see what his reaction would be. All of a sudden I felt completely sober. I opened my eyes and regretted it immediately. He looked heartbroken, confused, vulnerable and angry. All those emotions were showing on one face and I was the reason why. Before I could say anything else he was gone, running out of the club faster than I’ve ever seen someone move.
“ALEC-“, I called out but the music was too loud and he was too far away, he wouldn’t have even come back even if he did hear me. Jace must have heard me though as he broke apart from Clary and chased after Alec. I looked down at my lap, tears fell from my face and onto Izzy but she was dead to the world to notice. When I looked up I saw Clary and Simon look at me with an expression that said ‘you have some explaining to do’.
I woke up in Clary’s room. She didn’t want to be on my own because of the state I was in last night, drunk and hysterical. After Simon took Izzy back to his I cried to Clary trying to get everything out whilst I still could. She was so supportive and was furious with what I was forced into but she understood that I felt like I had to do it, not for me but for my family. Jace had text Clary late last night to tell her he was back at the institute with Alec. They had just walked around the streets he said in the text and just talked. Alec had told Jace about the marriage, Clary explained it to Jace over the phone in which he told Alec but Jace was still pissed with me and Alec was still harbouring the same feelings from last night.
“They’ll both understand soon enough”. Clary must have noticed me staring into space and she must have knew that I was worrying about it all. I nodded.
“What time is it?”.
She checked her phone, “9:30 AM”.
I jumped up out of the bed and raced to the door, “I was meant to be in the chapel half an hour ago!”.
I ran into the chapel to find my mother pacing and my father talking to the silent brother who would be initiating the wedding.
“I’m sorry, I was out late and I lost track of time this morning”.
My mother walked towards me, “Enough with your excuses!”. I felt the tears build up behind my eyes threatening to run down my cheeks but I fought them back. She dragged me to the front of the room where I was met by my father and the silent brother. As I stood not listening to a word they were saying the door swung open. I clenched my jaw in anticipation for my future partner to walk in but to my relief it was Clary, Simon and Izzy. I hadn’t asked them to come and I didn’t want them to but right now I knew I really needed them. A tear escaped as I smiled at them. They sat at the very back not wanting to disturb any family business. Since what felt like forever I finally felt relaxed knowing that whatever happened today I had people who truly loved me just a couple of footsteps away. Then the door opened again and suddenly my anxiety went from 0 to 100 real fast. In he walked, the person I presumed I was getting married off to. The closer he came the more I realised he wasn’t the worst looking, I mean he was kinda cute; dark hair, tall, skinny yet muscle-y…I was literally describing Alec. Did this mean I had a type? No one could compare to how I felt about Alec. He was the one I truly wanted to be with, but my feelings didn’t matter.
The vows had been said, the runes had been drawn and the rings had been given. The wedding was over. Everyone dispersed until there was just me at the front of the room. Still stood in the place I had been stood throughout. My freedom had been taken…my future had been written. As I watched my family leave I let my guard down and all tears rushed out. Clary, Simon and Izzy raced to me. I didn’t know what to do anymore or what would happen to me now. For the first time in my life I felt lost and had no idea what I was going to do.
After the wedding I had gone straight to my room. The others wanted me to hang out with them so I could take my mind off of things for a few hours but I just wanted to be alone. I jumped straight in the shower and just stood there for what felt like hours under the hot water. I eventually got out and started to get changed when I heard noises coming from outside the bathroom door. I walked out, expecting to see Izzy gathering clothes so I could come and escape to Simon’s place with them but it wasn’t. It was my hubby…William I think his name was. I payed no attention throughout the ceremony so I avoided saying his name during the vows.
“What are you doing?”. I asked as he was putting everything from my room into boxes.
He looked back at me with what I can only describe as disgust on his face. “You are to be moved into my room on the East wing, if we want to make this believable”. The minute he turned back around anger rushed through me. How dare he come in here. How dare he take my things and look at me like that. I walked over to him and started unpacking all of my stuff.
“I’m not moving anywhere, my things are staying in this room and so am I”. I didn’t look at him. It felt good, it felt like I was getting control back over my life. This feeling stopped when he spun me around and slapped me across the face. His force was so strong that it knocked me to the ground. He grabbed the remaining boxes and left the room. I just lay there. Shocked at what had just happened.
I eventually composed myself and headed towards William’s wing, as I didn’t want to find out what would happen if I stayed in my room, when I bumped into Clary. She gasped and touched the side of my face, “Oh my god what did you do?”. I know she didn’t mean to say it the way I took it and she had no idea what had happened but all I heard coming from her voice was her saying it was my fault. Maybe it was my fault.
“Oh I was just stupid and hit my head on my bedside table from my nap before”. I didn’t want people to know and start gossiping. The wedding had already made me the topic of conversation on every mission so this would just make things worse. She just laughed, “What are you like!”. Then she left. I was just stood in an empty corridor.
•5 DAYS PASSED•
I gently pulled on an oversized jumper, for the purpose of no one seeing my bruises, and my sweatpants. I hadn’t spoken to anyone for days. I hadn’t even left the room in days because I couldn’t bare to see people so they could congratulate me on my wonderful new marriage, but I knew I had to train.
As I got to the training room I saw that half of the room was already occupied by Jace. Just him and a punch bag. I hadn’t spoken to him since the night at the bar, as well as Alec.
He saw me walk in, rolled his eyes and carried on punching. I grabbed my throwing knives and my seraph blade and went over to the dummies to practise my fighting skills.
After an hour Jace came over and threw a duel stick towards my feet, “Lets go”. The way he said it was so cold. I picked up the stick and walked to the centre of the room where he was stood and without being ready he struck the back of my legs and I fell to the ground. I gasped loudly and Jace looked at me like I was being dramatic but the pain was more than it usually was.
“How could you do it? How could you hurt him like that?”.
I slowly got back to my feet and steadied myself, “I didn’t want any of this to happen! I had to do this, my parents-“. He cut me off.
“NO”, he yelled. “There was no excuse, everyone has a choice and you chose to break my brothers heart. That night you told him at the club I could feel his heartbreak, there’s just no excuse for that”.
“HEY”, this time I yelled which threw him off guard. “I love Alec…so much”, tears started to build up and a lump was lodged in my throat. “I wanted to be with him and the night he asked me out was one of the happiest moments of my life. But no one understands. No one understands the pressure I was under”. I couldn’t hold back anymore and the tears fell. Jace was stood looking down at the floor, silent. I began to walk away when he gabbed my wrist. I screamed and fell down because of the pain. Jace stood back in shock not knowing what he had done. He knelt down beside me, “What is with you today? And why are you dressed like winter for training”. I caressed my wrist, he pulled my sleeve up and saw all the bruises. He pulled up my other sleeve where more were hidden.
“Where the hell did you get these from?!”. I quickly got out of his grip and pulled down my sleeves and stood up.
I turned my back to him, “T-they’re from m-my missions”. I stuttered, not knowing what excuse seemed best.
“No they’re not because I’m always on your missions and we haven’t had one since last week, these are new bruises”.
A new set of tears came to the surface and when I turned to face him and he noticed.
“Is he hurting you?”.
At first I didn’t say anything, I just looked at the floor refusing to make eye contact with him. But the second I looked into his eyes I started hysterically crying and that’s when he knew.
He immediately came to my side and gently pulled my into a hug. It felt good to get it off my chest. After what felt like an hour he loosened he grip. “I’m gonna kill him”. He was began to walk off but I ran in front of him pleading not to. “Please don’t! Please Jace”.
“Give me one good reason not to”.
“Because if he knows I’ve told people then I’m dead Jace. He lashes out when the tiniest things happen, so god only knows what he’s going to do if you beat him!”.
He nodded, hands still in tight fists but he understood.
Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)
Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!
warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut! —————————————————————————————————-
You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You
decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about
Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked
closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.
“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the
step below him.
He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get
him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”
“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied,
taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.
“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly
for bringing it up.
You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure
walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the
same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial
features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to
be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping
his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.
“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.
You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being
hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot
going on right now” You tried to justify your words.
“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been
going on for years!” he raised his voice.
“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he
“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked
down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You
don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”
He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind
him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you
didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just
hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally
unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse.
You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that
he wanted to be left alone. ****
You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After
everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had
come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for
Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about
to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and
made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the
door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat
and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.
“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could
come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands
He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his
voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you
and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him
and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.
“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t
know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he
made no move to try and wipe them away.
“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m
sorry” he finished.
He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist,
pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms
around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.
He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on
the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in
the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his
shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen
Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no
emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and
moved his hands to his side.
You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow
pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and
vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a
swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between
you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your
eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring
at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he
“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you
said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him
some clean clothes. ****
You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your
bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked
towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed,
and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on
you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his
muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and
saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the
other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the
shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.
You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.
“What?” he asked.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your
hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He
didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he
warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It
was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything
but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the
pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your
head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against
his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of
protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next
couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you. ****
You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your
shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.
“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was
“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff
“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you
“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”
“What time is it?”
Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch.
“It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back
down onto the bed slowly.
“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can
talk to me and trust me” you whispered.
He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped
your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one
more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once
The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your
sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming
“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined
your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck,
making you feel weak.
“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and
moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on
poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted
and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against
his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms
traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips
upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark
buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the
jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties
to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit
as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit,
making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto
him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still
so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to
lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were
comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself
down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed
his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you,
keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands
roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought
your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.
“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much
for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t
hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded
into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock
throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally
came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.
“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with
“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips
one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the
cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling
him. He sighed as he got it all out, and
it felt like a weight off his shoulders. —————————————————————————————————-