people who think lance is genuinely arrogant and ready to brag at all times honestly confuse me because like…whenever we see lance do something super cool/save one of his teammates he never really flaunts it?? like the sharpshooter scene, he’s obviously proud of himself but he doesn’t do anything other than flash a smile and imitate the yupper despite how fucking AWESOME he just was. like…obviously lance does brag sometimes but he’s not an arrogant person
And now I’m gonna make you all feel bad for not trusting Shiro
And explain why new ugly hair Shiro is the Shiro we know and love.
First of all:
If this Shiro is a clone, operation “Kuron” would be fucking dumb.
Like real dumb.
And here’s why.
So like lets say they captured Shiro after the Zarkon fight and made a Shiro “clone” or whatever who’s goal is to infiltrate Voltron or something.
Atleast that’s what it seems like the goal is because this dude says
when Shiro escapes and they shoot his ship.
So like it seems like they let him escape on purpose.
Shiro nearly dies like 50 fucking times before he reaches Voltron (BY FUCKING MIRACLE)!!
I mean just think of ALL the coincidences that had to happen for Shiro to get to Voltron.
I dunno if he’s like the least lucky person in the universe or the most lucky, because of how he’s ALWAYS almost dying in some way and ALWAYS escapes death against all odds.
But that was one heck of an incredible journey there!
But seriously, if Keith wasn’t looking for Shiro non stop and Shiro didn’t connect to black in that very second, the Galra’s “clone” would have died. Their project “Kuron” would fucking FAIL.
I think if that really was the Galra’s goal to make a clone that would reach Voltron they would have made it a tiiiiny bit easier for him to survive somehow.
Just a tiiny bit.
They dun have to go THAT FAR to convince him he actually escaped and they didn’t just let him go. Just you kno, give him a bit of a push there when he’s starving in space or something (assuming they somehow keep track of him).
They dun have to go that far also for the viewers to fool em that Shiro escaped so him being a Clone would be a surprise later. I mean they just changed his hair a bit and no one in the fandom trusts him anymore haha.
So unless that ice planet and the universe is like filled with dead Shiro clones bodies who were eaten by monsters or froze to death or died of hunger or whatever, because of all times the clones didn’t make it, and the Galra were just waiting for that one special one that finally would, then I’m guessing that maybe something else is going on.
Because there’s no way that they’d just let him go like that and trust what? FATE to bring him to Voltron unharmed SOMEHOW???
Like that’s a dumb fucking plan.
So I dunno, unless the Galra know that no matter what happens Shiro and Keith always find eachother again and again like a pair of destined lovers.
I’m gonna say…
Complete bullshit. I dun buy it.
OK, Now how long has it actually been? Like how much time passed from their battle with Zarkon till they meet with Lotor? How much time passes until Haggar even summons Lotor?
What if it’s actually been longer than you thought?
What if it’s been like… I dunno, a year?
Thing is that when we go back to Team Voltron in season 3, they seems to think Shiro is gone, dead, like they act like they all moved on and Keith is the only one who’s still stuck there.
I doubt you get to that point after a day or two, or a week, or months even… (They love Shiro, I dun think they’d give up on looking for him after such a short time or get over his death this easily..)
It’s at a point where they all like “Ok Keith, that’s enough time to mourn, we all accepted it and you have to move on too”
I know they all look the same, and there’s not alot of indication of how much time exactly it’s been.
But it does seem like they’ve been doing
what they were doing (freeing planets, Pidge looking for her brother) for AWHILE.
This would explain Shiro’s long hair. It simply been long enough for it to grow that long since he disappeared.
(btw there’s a genetic thing that makes your hair grow really fast that also makes a flock of your hair white in the front, Shiro could totally have that)
Also the fact he can’t walk at first can be explained with him just not doing that for awhile.
Now when Shiro is finally free he SOMEHOW makes it to that Gas planet they were fighting Lotor at the first time.
Voltron is leaving the scene and Shiro appears and chases it here
I actually looked to see if we can see him but we don’t.
(I also didn’t realize it my first watch, and now every time I’ll see the 3rd episode I’ll be like “NoooOOOOOOOOOOOO you fools wait for hiiim!!!!”)
Shiro sees Voltron leaving him behind.
Besides the fact that he knows this is probably the end for him now, it also shows him two things:
They moved on.
And they are doing well without him.
Anyway, 7 days later, Shiro is dying, thinks of his Voltron days and connects to the Black lion in the last minute.
And Keith (who hasn’t stopped searching for him, now with black lion)
finally finds him.
Now besides the headache, I actually dun particularly see anything really strange about Shiro’s behavior when he goes back.
Watching it again I just got the feeling he just has a really hard time accepting what happened with Black.
I dun see a reason to not believe what Keith suggests there, that Zarkon teleported him to captivity using the Black lion.
Shiro seems upset about it because
What does it tells Shiro?
That his bond with black was still not strong enough.
Like, he had so much fighting spirit when he escaped before, and suddenly when he finally reaches Voltron he’s depressed in bed and seems like he doesn’t want to see anyone?
Like yeah he wanted Keith to lead Voltron, but I think maybe then seeing the team actually function without him and forming Voltron and fighting the Galra, and considering how much Voltron means to him and his struggle with his PTSD and how Voltron literally been the only thing on his mind when he was dying.
I think it’s a bit hard for him to accept what he sees when he comes back..
He sounds fake here
Because he’s not being honest.
Deep inside it hurts him to see they did fine without him.
When Keith goes “They need you”, he lies.
He’s the only one that needs him. The team has moved on. Maybe he says it because he can’t say “I” or feels like he’s not enough, maybe he’s trying to encourage Shiro, because he understands how Shiro feels, without Shiro needing to say anything. He always did. From the very beginning.
So maybe it’s like “Hey Shiro, I know how much this means to you and you’re still a valuable part of this team”
Shiro obviously doesn’t want to go back on his word and be all “Ok Keith, so give me back my lion now!”
But Keith does it for him, and I think you can see Shiro is very happy about it.
Only the lion won’t accept him anymore.
And before this you also have that scene with Lance doing math that I think connects the two
Shiro feels like Lance, he feels like he has no place on the team anymore.
But he doesn’t deal with it in the open, honest and good way Lance does. (which is the reason Black won’t accept him anymore, he’s not thinking of the team)
That’s why he butts heads with Keith over leadership in this episode, and we can see even in the season 4 trailer that it goes on.
I think his position as a paladin and leader of Voltron gave him control over his life back after what he’s been through. In a way that was how he coped with his captivity and his PTSD.
He’s obviously proud of Keith, but I think he’s also jealous and hurt.
I dun think he’s ready to accept he’s no longer leader or a part of Voltron.
(Like he’s proud of Keith, but he still puts him down saying “You’ll get there someday”)
And I think Keith understand where it’s coming from and he doesn’t buy it.
He puts himself down and says he can’t do this because he wants Shiro to feel needed and important.
And Shiro is doing what ya’ll Shiro stans have been doing for months haha, crying about him not being the black paladin anymore and how all his work on his bond with black was meaningless now that Keith is in it.
Shiro’s bond with his lion meant the most, he was the one who had to put the most effort into it. And suddenly, it gives him up. I think Shiro feels betrayed even.
And he’s not ready to do what Lance did with his lion yet and give it up for the sake of the team (maybe some Lance and Shiro bonding in the future??)
That’s why it seems like they are heading for a leadership conflict there. That Shiro would try to make Keith feel like he’s not ready for this. Unintentionally.
And Keith would continue to play along with it, (though being the more fitting person for the position of leader) because maybe that’s what he’s been doing all along from episode one. Trying to gently give Shiro the power and the control he lost when he was captured by the Galra, back. (Without directly confronting Shiro about his PTSD.) (would explain their odd dynamics)
Thing is Shiro is just not as good as Keith with leading Voltron. And I think he’s gonna mess up AGAIN.
It’s like we are back in square one, where Keith is the one that has the right idea in mind and no one listens and they all listen to Shiro who makes BAD decisions.
So I volunteer at my local Vinnies right? And its amazing the things people throw away. But also very hilarious. So many vases and painting that are worth like hundreds.
I was sorting out the kid books section when
I found a gem
“I dedicate this story to my parents, who ave always supported me. And to my teachers [Blank] and [Blank] who have inspired me.”
“Once upon a time….. Spiderman was doing his daily patrolling. Suddenly he decided to go down and know what is going on?” “He saw a little boy dressed in Spiderman suite playing in the street.”
“The boy said to him “I want to be like you flying in the sky.” “I dont want to go to school anymore.” “Spiderman told him “Look at me I am a real man like you. I only fly in the stories. I went to school when I was in your age”“
““If you study hard at school you will help your country and will be better then Spiderman himself.”“ “”Promise me to go to your school and study hard. Obey your teachers and your parents and be helpful to your country.””
“The boy promised Spiderman to be a good schoolboy, but will always keep wearing the suite. Spiderman laughed and wished him the best of luck.”
“Spiderman goes to school with the boy and they stays the first day of school together. Everybody spends a very nice time together.”
I dont know why this was only 50 cents because it is PRICELESS
convinced the words were in his head. Most of the night had been a blur as it
was, with cameras flashing in his face on the red carpet and all the legends of
the stage he idolised surrounding him. Davey’s hand in his had been the only thing
keeping him sane.
that’s you,” Davey teased, putting his hand on his husband’s arm to bring him
back to reality. “Congratulations, love.”
himself out of the frozen shock and numbly kissed Davey’s cheek, climbing to
his shaking feet and trying to stop his legs from buckling under him as he made
his way up to the stage, hemmed in by applause.
<b>psychic :</b> *reads my mind*<p/><b>my mind :</b> I'm so fucking proud of Joji performing live he was obviously so nervous and shy but still did an excellent job can't wait for his tour he is so talented<p/><b>psychic :</b> same lol<p/></p>
You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.
You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.
In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.
You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.
Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.
“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.
“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.
“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.
“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.
“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.
“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.
“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.
He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.
It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.
He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.
“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.
He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.
Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.
His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.
“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.
“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.
“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.
“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.
“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”
“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”
“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”
You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.
“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.
“Yes,” you breathe out.
He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.
“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.
“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.
“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.
So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.
Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.
“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.
“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.
The dim light was floating through the
thick curtains on your left. It was your only source of time and the way you
knew it was still daytime after you took a nap. Or it could be the next day
already, if your nap took a while longer than you expected. It would probably
bother you more if you weren’t feeling as bad as you did. You could feel your
every bone screaming and every muscle trembling from the cold and exhaustion.
When you coughed, a wave of pain erupted deep in your lungs with a force that
almost made you cry out.
You hated being ill. One could think that
all the high-tech stuff Tony packed into his tower would make the illness
almost comfortable and convenient, but the sad truth was that you weren’t interested
in any of his toys.
You wanted the pain to go away and the
sickness out of your heavy head, but the medicines Tony made sure you were
regularly stuffed with, required time to fight off the illness. It was a
natural order and the plasma on the wall or a remote managing everything in
your room couldn’t really help with it. Your brother did his best to make you
feel better and you were grateful for his efforts.
You opened your eyes when you heard a soft
knocking on the door. It was quite unusual, because Tony always made a loud
entrance, even if he tried not to, and Vision would usually float into the room
if he sensed you weren’t sleeping. The rest of the team was out, taking care of
their own lives somewhere in the city. Or other realms, who knew where some of
them liked to wander.
“Come in,” you coughed out with a
much weaker voice than you expected. Your back was to the door so you couldn’t
see the guest.
Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy, practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.
A/n:I love this gif omg and I’m sorry it’s short (plz don’t kill me)
“Y/n, please be careful around him” Mark warned.
“Maybe if you would tell me why, I could be careful around him” you laughed.
“Okay so” he begins “You know my friend Ashley over in Korea?” he asked with you nodding your head, eager for him to continue. You look over to Jungkook being invited to sit with the populars. You roll your eyes mentally, ‘Of course he would sit with them’
“She’s told me all about this guy Y/n, she goes to school with him. He’s bad news Y/n” he takes a sip of his OJ.
“How do you know its him? I ben theres a million Jeon Jungkooks in Korea” you said.
“She sent me a photo, what can I say I was interested in the guy?” Mark shrugged his shoulders causing you to laugh.
“And what is so bad about him?” you’re curious to find out what he had been doing wrong in Korea. You look over at the table he was sitting at, you found him staring at you. You quickly looked away trying to not make it that obvious.
“Well, he’s been expelled from two schools. For what I don’t know, but Ash thinks its because he fucked a teacher” Mark chuckled.
“Oh my God” you gasped shaking your head laughing.
“He’s a fighter too, apparently he’s like this ultimate street fighter up there. Always skips classes, smokes, player at heart, speaking of hearts he doesn’t have one. And for him to be more of a douche apparently him and his friends motto is ‘Hump them and dump them’“ Mark finished.
The anger boiled up inside of you, you absolutely despised men like that. In fact they shouldn’t even be able to call themselves men.
You stood up from the table and gave him a death glare, you clenched your fists and walked out with your friends closely following you.
“Tell me about Y/n” Jungkook groans as he readjusts his sitting position. The blonde girl with a nose piercing Jungkook barely knew the name of stated.
“All I know is that she’s a goody two-shoes and is really smart” the blonde girl pushes out her chest, hoping to get him to notice her.
“She’s always so happy” another girl pipes up, slurping her slushy “It’s kind of annoying actually.”
“What about her friends?” he asks again.
“Mark and Jackson? They’re both rich, Jackson is dating Mia and Mark…well everybody knows he has a massive crush on Y/n. She’s a smart girl but she’s so oblivious to everything” Brad chuckled to himself, laying his hand on his girlfriends thigh.
Jungkook felt a pang of jealousy inside him as he watched Mark leaning into you, making you laugh. He didn’t know why he felt this and he didn’t like it.
“Hey..” he whispered as he climbed into your small convertible. Still angry from what you have been told, you didn’t answer him and sped off in the direction to your beloved home.
Once you got to your room you slammed the door right in Jungkooks face, obviously not intending to but the comment that his friends and him made really started to annoy you.
Jungkook walked into his room sighing to himself.
“Why is she all moody?” he asks himself and starts to get un dressed. He started to think what he did today that annoyed her so much.
“Of course I didn’t do anything wrong, if it’s about that stupid maths game..” he snickered to himself and rolled his eyes.
You dropped the plate and cursed to yourself. You had been avoiding Jungkook for so long you thought you were gonna get away with it and go to bed, but obviously not.
“Are you okay?” he asked whilst charging down the steps. He’s asking if you’re okay? Has he eaten something weird?
“Yeah, I’m fine” you smile at him, picking up the plate.
“Really? Because you’ve been ignoring me all day” he smiles, a smile that makes you melt inside.
“W-what?” stuttering, you can’t comprehend what’s going on.
He stepped closer to you, your breathing became more erratic.
“W-what are y-you doing?” you stuttered again and backed away hitting your back against the kitchen counter.
He came and pressed his arm against the wall, trapping you from moving.
“What do you think I’m doing?” he calmly said smiling to himself, obviously proud of the effect he has on not only you but to all girls.
You couldn’t let this sucker think he owns you in away, you remembered Mark telling you once you could be sassy if you wanted too…so here it goes.
“I think you’re trying to make a move on me but as I re-called last night, you said you had no interest in me and would never make a move on me, or something like that” You smiled and patted his chest “Don’t quit your day job”
You slid out of his arms and walked away casually leaving him in a dumbfounded mess.
“What the fuck just happened?” Jungkook whispered to himself. He turned around to look at the stairs as you walked away.
So for this one it’s basically an AU where Alexander is a single dad w Philip and he’s late picking up Philip and you’re one of Philip’s teachers so you wait with him but Alex doesn’t know that so he gets defensive. :) idk how I feel about the ending but if you like this pLEASE like or reblog or send me requests