i feel like jin would let out little whimpers every now and then. but when he is close, the whimpers would turn into somewhat louder moans. he would like the sound of his whimpers and your moans mixing together in the room. he would be telling you how much he adores you or little dirty things throughout the entire time you guys would be fucking. when he is close to cumming he would put his head between your neck and shoulder, trying to muffle his now louder moans.
i think yoongi would let little almost silent groans and grunts out and would use A LOT OF DIRTY TALK. he would sometimes moan out your pet name when he was close to cumming. also SWEARING would be an ALWAYS. if you were giving him a blowjob, he would wrap his fingers through your hair and praise you- telling you how good you are doing or saying he knows you can fit more than that. when he would be close to orgasming his breath would hitch in his throat as a more audible grunt escaped his lips.
i think high pitched moans would fall out of his mouth at times. he would mutter a few things to you, telling you how wet you are for him or how well you’re taking him. when he felt like a loud moan was going to come out of him, he would quickly kiss your lips, trying to muffle it. he would also try to muffle it by kissing your neck. he’d breathe heavely by your ear, making you even more turned on if it was possible. i also feel like he would curse when he hit a special point in you. when was really really close to cumming, he’d moan out your name in almost a growl.
holy shit, namjoon would be so fucking vocal because he’s daddy. he’d also want you to be very vocal too. he’d make you beg for him, moan for him, tell him how good you’re feeling. he would absoutely live for your moans, so when you’d moan loudly, he would most likely moan too. soft growls would be an always from him. when he’d be close to cumming, grunts and heavy breaths would come from him. when he finally did climax, your name followed by some curse words would practically fall from his mouth.
i would just like to say that jimin moans would be the cutest but SEXIEST thing ever. little baby whimpers and moans would come from him. your name would be said breathlessly as he pounded into you. at first, he would try to not make a sound, but you just felt so good wrapped around him he couldn’t help it. if you were giving him a blow job, he would PRAISE YOU SO HELP ME GOD. telling you how good you were at it, how beautiful you looked. when he reached his climax his body would jerk everywhere and a now loud, shameless moan would escape his mouth. i think little whispers or curse words would happen sometimes from him. AND IF HE WAS BEING THE SUB YOU WOULD TELL HIM NOT TO MOAN OR ELSE HE’LL GET PUNISHED BUT HE COULDN’T HELP IT AND jesus christ do i want a park jimin.
tae would be very very verbal during sex. raspy low groans would escape him every now and then, but DIRTY TALK and PRAISES were an always. he’d LIVE off of your moans too. your moans turned him on A LOT. so when you moan or whimper, a fucking GROWL would come out of him. also i feel like his moans would change depending on the type of sex you guys were having. if it’s slow passionate sex, he would take gentle care of you and low soft moans would come from him. but if it was ROUGH DOMINANT sex holy shit GRUNTS GROWLS CURSE WORDS YOUR NAME EVErYTHING!
so, like taehyung, i think his moans would depend on the type of sex you guys would be having. if it was the first time you guys would be having sex, it was soft, almost silent groans of pleasure. he’d also whimper your name. if you guys were just fucking because JUST FUVKING IS RLY FUN it would loud very loud groans and dirty talk. “mmh, you like that baby?”. when he would be extremely close to cumming, it was almost forced breathing and a lot of grunts. i think he would also bite and kiss your neck as he came.
After the encounter with Jungkook
you feel like you have hope. The first time he’d seemed adamant, but this time
he seemed vulnerable. You feel like you have part of the puzzle that tells you
why Jungkook is the way he is but fuck if you aren’t desperate to know the
rest. You haven’t given up on him and you feel like he hasn’t given up on you
either and on your elder soulmate.
‘Y/n?’ Hyunmi calls from the
bathroom whilst you’re cooking an omelette in the kitchen.
‘Yeah?’ you shout back, using a
spoon to push the egg away from the sides of the pan.
‘Wanna go to a basketball game
tonight?’ she says poking her towel-wrapped head out from the door.
‘Is that supposed to take my mind
off things?’ you ask, arching an eyebrow.
‘Shut up, it’ll be fun. I love
basketball.’ She continues, huffing.
‘Yeah, I guess, might as well.’
Your omelette turns out sub-par,
your attempt at flipping the other half over didn’t quite go to plan but fuck
it –it tastes good. You don’t have any classes today but you need to make a
start on your theory coursework. You start with cadences and begin at least two
hours worth of melody and harmony techniques. It’s half five by the time you’re
finished and you scramble to get dressed. You opt for some trendy shit, you’re
pretty bold with your fashion choices (a passion of yours for creative outlet)
and head of the door with Hyunmi in tow.
When you get to the stadium it’s
packed. I mean unsurprisingly considering that it’s a professional KBL game. As
you and Hyunmi take your seats you notice the wood of the gym floor and your
brow furrows at the familiarity of it. You’ve definitely never been here but
the déjà vu is unmistakable. You shake it off. You’re clutching a large slushie
and Hyunmi too as you wait for the players to come out.
‘It’s the Seoul Knights vs. the
Incheon Electroland Elephants.’ Hyunmi states, nonchalantly. You’re pissing
yourself and choke a little bit on your drink.
‘Electroland Elephants. Are you
having a fucking laugh?’ you burst out.
‘I know, like what the fuck?
Moving on, I’m definitely here for the knights. Kim Namjoon is a god and I’m
ready to see him live, in action.’ She’s practically swooning and you laugh at
her adoration. Not many people get to see fan-girl Hyunmi and you’re glad
you’re one of the few.
A few minutes later the mascots
come out, pumping up their sides of the crowd with more skill than you
expected. The backflips they managed to do surprised you, was basketball really
this serious that they needed an Olympic gymnast for a mascot? Looked like they
got a bad deal considering the costumes they had to wear.
Once the mascots have finished
it’s finally time for the teams to start coming out and as they file out into
the court the crowd is going fucking wild. The Knights roll of the right
entrance in fire engine red and the Electroland Elephants (seriously wtf?) out
of the left in sky blue.
‘There he is! Number 94. Fuck… he
looks so good.’ Hyunmi points to a tall man, smiling out at the crowd,
showcasing his deep dimples.
‘Wow, yeah he’s gorgeous.’ You
remark, admiring his lean physique and pure beauty. You watch the rest of the Knights as they keep
coming out and notice number 7 running around the court madly, hyping up the
crowd. He’s probably on of the happiest people you’ve ever seen.
Hyunmi’s watching him too.
‘That’s Jung Hoseok, he looks cute now but he’s a fucking machine in the game.’
You nod and look over the other players. It’s weird something about the uniform
seems so familiar but you can’t place what it is. The last player for the
Knights comes through the entrance and you grip the edge of your seat as you
realise why everything seemed so fucking recognizable. There was your soulmate;
he looked even more gorgeous than ever. His determined expression looked fierce
and you wondered how you couldn’t have noticed sooner.
‘Hyunmi…’ you whisper,
‘Yeah…?’ she answers, giving you
a nervous look.
‘Th- that’s him.’ You respond.
‘What? Which one? Holy shit.’ She
‘Min Yoongi is your soulmate? You
lucky shit.’ She gasps.
‘I- I gotta go.’ You say
repeating the same words Jungkook had said to you. You scramble to gather your
bag and get out of that stadium as soon as you possibly can. You can’t take
your eyes off of him as you run up the steps until he’s out of sight as you
reach the merch area. You lean against we wall, you can hardly breathe and your
crying uncontrollably as your panic attack clutches you.
‘Y/N! Y/n, fuck come here.’
Hyunmi wraps her arms around you as you try and calm yourself down. Hyunmi
rocks you gently, trying to sooth you in any way that she can. It takes at
least 10 minutes for you to properly calm down.
‘You need to go see him, babe.’
Hyunmi says to you gently.
‘I’m scared. I don’t need my
heart to break twice.’ You say curling even more into her as if to hide
‘But you deserve to try and fix
it. Come on.’ She assures, standing away from your grasp and holding her hand
out for you. You stand reluctantly and wipe the tears from your face as the two
of you make your way back to your seats.
As you sit down Yoongi’s jumping
up onto the hoop to score a basket and the crowd cheers madly. He looks so into
the game that you can’t imagine he would see you if you did a trapeze act over
the audience. The look in his eyes is sexy, he looks thirsty for a win and the
fire and passion that he’s wearing on his sleeve almost turns you on. He plays
point guard that much is obvious and he does a fucking good job of it. Yoongi,
Namjoon and Hoseok are the clear star players half of the crowd has signs with
their names up. Yoongi is popular, you’ve never really been that much into
sports but Hyunmi tells you the media follow those three closely. How had you
never seen him on TV or something? You guess it’s just not where you were
expecting to find your soulmate.
There’s thirty seconds left in
the game and the Knights need a three pointer to secure their win. 29, 94 and 7
are monsters, switching the ball between three of them so that as soon as the
opponents see it with one of them it’s switched to the next. Yoongi has the
ball, he has to act fast cause there are at least three elephants on him. Ten
seconds on the clock. He dodges his opponent and shoots the ball over their
heads. Namjoon catches it as Hoseok runs forward to the line, Namjoon aims the
ball towards Hoseok and you think fuck they’ve lost it –that shot is way too
obvious. Four seconds left. Namjoon abruptly passes the ball backwards to
Yoongi who you hadn’t even noticed was there, all the focus being on Namjoon
and Hoseok. Yoongi dribbles the ball forward. Shoots. Two seconds. Wins.
You and Hyunmi jump up cheering
with the rest of the crowd and even though you haven’t quite met him yet you
are so proud –your man did that! The Knights are roaring and cheering, huddling
together in happiness. Hyunmi stands and begins pulling you down the steps
towards the barrier where the cameras are focused on the Knights. You’d ask
what she was doing but you had a pretty good idea, the anxiety twisted your
stomach and felt a lump in your throat, as Yoongi’s gummy smile became clearer
When you reached the barrier there
were plenty of people calling Yoongi’s name. How the hell is he gonna notice
you? He’s just scored the winning basket for one of the most important games of
the season. Everyone wants to talk to him –fans, reporters, and spokesmen.
‘Right. Fuck it.’ Hyunmi states
and begins to push your ass over the barrier.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’
you demand. Trying to push yourself back towards her.
‘Desperate times, desperate
measures. Go over and get him!’ she urges using more force to push you over.
You stumble over the side and security guards haven’t quite noticed you yet but
you know it won’t be long. Yoongi’s in the center of the court, in the throng
of people shaking hands with his opponents. You sprint towards him, looking
like a desperate fan and a complete idiot. Security’s noticed you and you call
out for Yoongi as you can feel them coming after you. His head raises and he
looks around for where the voice came from. His eyes find yours just as you’re
about four feet from him.
‘Oh my god…’ he says staring at
you in shock.
‘I’m Y/n. I’m your soulmate.’ You
say just as two security guards grip your arms ready to drag you off the court.
‘Stop! Get the fuck off her.’
Yoongi says eyes narrowed at the security guards.
They drop their hands, looking embarrassed
that they hadn’t understood you were with Yoongi, not that they had any reason
to. Suddenly strong arms are enveloping you around your waist as Yoongi hugs
you fiercely. You breathe a sigh of relief and pull your arms out of his clutch
to pull him closer. His face is burrowed in the crook of your neck and you rest
his hands on top of his soft blond hair that’s pushed back by a sweatband. You
stroke it gently. Quickly you notice everyone’s focus is on you, the cameras,
the fans and the reporters announcing that Min Yoongi, professional basketball
player has found his soulmate.
Yoongi lifts his head up and
whispers into your ear: ‘I’ll get you out of here, follow me.’ He detangles
himself from you and grasps your hand as he guides you towards the entrance
you’d seen him come from before the game. The questions of the crowd being
screamed at you fade away as you enter what appears to be an office.
‘Fuck, I like really want to talk
to you but I’m all gross so let me shower and then… we’ll talk?’ he asks
tentatively and you wouldn’t in a million years imagine him to be nervous.
‘Yeah, sure.’ You beam at him,
he’s not a dick and you’re so happy. He turns quickly and his eagerness to get
back to you is overwhelming with how much Jungkook wanted the opposite. You sit
on the edge of the desk and text Hyunmi that you don’t think you’ll be back
anytime soon and she wishes you luck.
Fifteen minutes later you’re
still waiting for Yoongi when number 7 and 94 walk in.
‘Hey! Y/n right?’ Hoseok asks
with a bright smile.
‘Yeah, hi. You guys played really
well today. Congratulations.’ You respond, nervous to make a good first
impression on Yoongi’s friends.
‘Ah thank you,’ Namjoon says ‘
we’re just so hyped to meet you. Yoongi’s never really been open about his love
life. I think he’s always been waiting for you. I’m Namjoon by the way.’ He
greets, flashing his dimples that up close, kind of have you melting a little
‘And I’m Hoseok.’ He says with an
equally beautiful smile. At that moment Yoongi pokes his head around the corner
and makes a face as he sees the two men with you.
‘Ah, this is just unfair. You
guys have probably spoken to her more than me now.’ He says, playfully bitter.
‘Yeah, yeah, we’re going.’
Namjoon says laughing at Yoongi. Hoseok ruffles Yoongi’s hair as they exit and
you’re left alone. You hop up on the desk to sit and Yoongi stands in front of
you smiling with his gums bared and this looks especially cute in person.
‘Fuck, this is surreal.’ He lets
‘Yeah, I mean I’ve been waiting
for you for a long fucking time.’ You reply and he’s looking away like he’s
trying to pretend he isn’t shy, suppressing a smile. It’s funny seeing him so vulnerable;
in the mirror he’s always had the air of a cool, calm guy but the other side of
him is nice to see.
‘I feel like I’ve known you a
really long time.’ He says gently.
‘You have.’ You smile and reach
up to push your fingers through his hair like you’ve always wanted to. Yoongi
leans into your touch and it feels so right between the two of you.
‘Tell me everything.’ He says
suddenly. You laugh at him, not knowing where to start. You talk for hours
leaning gently on each other as you talk about your childhood, all the memories
of each other but you aren’t surprised when he asks.
‘Have you met him yet?’ he asks.
Shit. Should you tell him? Thinking of Jungkook your heart wrenches. You can’t
do that to Yoongi –let Jungkook break him worse than he has you.
‘He’s so pretty isn’t he? I want
to ruin him… and you.’ He says suggestively and you can’t help but think how
fucking hot he is. He moves to stand between your legs; you’re still sat up on
‘Mm, I’d like that.’ You say,
looking up at him through your lashes. You tug his shirt to pull him even
closer. You’ve been waiting for this forever; you don’t feel the need to take
‘Yeah, baby? Want me to take you
right here?’ he says and you hold eye contact for a moment before he bends down
to capture your lips. The kiss embodies fire and passion and doesn’t stop to take
it slow. Yoongi’s tongue explores your mouth and he’s fucking hungry. You bite
his lip as he pulls away and groans as you do so.
‘Fuck, you’re kinda dirty aren’t
you, princess?’ he says, slightly breathless as he leans down further to suck
hickeys onto your collarbone. You gasp as he does so –you have a weakness for
hickeys and the flick of his tongue against you makes your pussy throb.
‘Can I call you daddy?’ you say
slightly nervous but desperate to do so, you’ve thought of Yoongi like that for
years. He stops his actions and you worry he’s disgusted.
‘Fuck yeah you can.’ He says
seeming more turned on as his grip on your waist tightens. You grin and tug his
shirt up until he lifts his arms up for you to pull it over his head. He’s lean
and covered in a thin layer of muscle from basketball practice you assume. His
arms are thick for his size and his torso alone is an absolute turn on.
He then kneels down between your
legs and pulls off your trainers before following with your skirt. There’s a
wet patch on the front of your underwear and he presses his thumb against it,
rubbing circles there. Your thighs try to close due to your sensitivity but
Yoongi grips your thigh.
‘Keep them open for me, baby.’ He
says as he begins sliding your panties off.
‘Okay, daddy.’ You say feeling
the cool air hit your core, causing you to shiver.
He flings the clothing into a
corner before licking a stripe through your folds and you moan at the
sensation. He starts off slow: nibbling and sucking gently before he goes in.
He flicks at your clit and you take a sharp intake of breath as he does so.
‘Look how fucking wet you are,
such a pretty pussy, baby. You taste so good’ he praises.
‘Ah, fuck, daddy…’ you moan as he
then sucks on your clit. He’s so into it he looks like he could be enjoying it
more than you are. Your hand reaches down to run your hands through his blonde
hair before you grip the locks firmly. He groans as you do and moves his tongue
down to your opening, thrusting inside harshly and you let out a high-pitched
noise of surprise. He brings his thumb up to play with your clit and you’re
overwhelmed with the two sensations. You grab at the hair at the back of his
neck and thrust against his face gently. You’re practically shaking when he
rubs faster at the bundle of nerves and your thighs close around his head with
oversensitivity. He pulls away from your pussy and leaves sloppy hickies on
your thighs before you pull him up for another kiss.
This time it’s messier and harder
and you moan into his mouth. He pulls your shirt over your head as you
simultaneously undo his belt and jeans before shoving them down his thighs. He
pulls away to shake them from his ankles but then dives straight back in,
gripping your hips with a newfound strength that you hope leaves marks in the
morning. You feel his length against your thigh wishing he would just get his
fucking boxers off already and use your ankles to ease them down his legs and
he reaches around your back to unclasp your bra and then pull it from you.
He tugs a nipple into his mouth before biting
on it. ’Mm perfect babygirl, you’re so perfect.’ You look down at his dick and
can’t help but reach to his head and smooth the precum around his tip.
‘Ah, fuck princess turn over,
chest flat on the desk, ass up.’ He demands and reaches to tug his boxers
completely off as you follow his command. You hear him kneel down behind you
and before you know it he bites your ass hard and god if you don’t want to see
those bite marks afterwards. He stands and slaps your ass as if he’s watching
it jiggle and you moan at the feeling. He does it again.
‘You fucking like that, huh?
Daddy’s little slut.’ He says repeating the action once more before lining his
erection up with your wet pussy. ‘Here we go, baby.’ He pushes in gently and
you let out a shuddering breath of pleasure as he slowly eases himself in and
out to stretch you. He grips your hip with one hand as he quickly slams into
you. He sets a fast rhythm after that and the slap of his pelvis against your
ass could be mistaken as thunder and you’re moaning like a porn star.
‘Does my dick feel good,
princess? You like daddy’s thick cock pounding into you, yeah? Listen to how
you’re moaning for me, like a fucking whore.’ His words are driving you crazy
and you cry out at the immense pleasure. ‘Answer daddy when he asks you a
‘Yes, daddy. It feels so good, I
love it.’ You reply.
‘For me too baby, your pussy
feels so good, so wet for me, squeezing me so good princess.’ He bends over you
and presses his chest against your back, his hot breath in your ear as he
continues his relentless pace. You can’t believe his stamina. He kisses your
neck leaving even more hickies behind your ear and at the nape of your neck. He
reaches his hand round to your chin and pushes it towards him so he can kiss
you. It’s fervent and desperate.
He pulls out and you whine at the
loss thinking he’s going to stop. ‘I’m coming back, turn over I wanna see your
face when I make you cum.’ you roll over onto your back and he’s entering you
again, somehow thrusting faster and harder. He’s staring at you so intensely
and you for the hundredth time admire his features. He’s biting his lip as both
of your orgasms begin to build.
You’re climbing fast when
suddenly he pulls out and stays there, you whine and grasp his perky ass and
attempt to pull him forward.
‘Beg for it.’ He says.
‘Fuck, please daddy I want it so
bad. I need it.’ You cry.
‘What do you need, baby?’
‘Your dick, daddy. I need it in
me, please, feels so good.’ He smirks, pushing in again and you feel so close
it’s insane. He’s holding your thick thighs and using them to press in harder
and harder and it’s then that you’re cumming. Crying out so loud Yoongi swears
the pictures on the wall are shaking and he finds it so sexy. He pushes on
through your orgasm, chasing his own and as his thrusts become more sloppy he
spills inside of you but he keeps gently thrusting through his orgasm.
You sit up and pull his head into
the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily, shook from how hard he came.
Once his breathing evens he presses a kiss to your jaw and then another to your
lips, this time sweet, loving, gentle. His forehead rests against yours and you
watch each other as he pulls out. Your pussy clenches at the loss and Yoongi
quickly reaches for your panties and pulls them onto you so none of his cum
spills too much.
‘I got real lucky with you’ he
says, helping you to ease off of the desk.
‘Mm, me too.’ You respond,
basking in the afterglow of some good ass sex. He dresses you lovingly, taking
his careful time and presses a kiss to your forehead once he’s finished. He
dresses himself then before taking your hand.
‘I’m really not meant to be this soft.’
He says laughing shyly.
‘I just mean no one would expect
it from me.’ He says smiling.
‘I’m glad you are.’ You say and
he turns his head away, embarrassed.
‘Ah stop, I can’t handle it.’ He states,
a soft blush to his cheeks. ‘Let me take you home?’
‘Please.’ You say and he walks
you out of the office, a smile of content on both of your faces.
A/N: Hi everyone, I’m so glad so
many people liked the first part?? Highkey expected no one to read it, I hope
you enjoy this part just as much. Just want to let everyone know Incheon
Electroland Elephants is an actual KBL team and that if you don’t like dom
yoongi I’m definitely planning to explore different power dynamics throughout this
series so stay tuned!
OMG OKAY! I FINALLY FINISHED! Y A Y! Sorry it took ssoooo long, I hope you’re happy with the result :) 21. best friend’s sibling au (alternatively, read it on ao3)
you, me, and the moon
The first time Amy Santiago hears of Jake Peralta she’s sitting at the kitchen counter editing her essay for English. Her mom, Elena, is in the midst of baking a cake for her younger brother, Alex, and is also on the phone to one of her older brothers, Manny (only a year older than Amy, and just starting college), holding it precariously between her shoulder and ear. It doesn’t take long for the phone to slip and fall, clattering on the kitchen, and bring Amy out of her study trance as Elena swears in Spanish.
“Mijo,” her mother says to Manny, picking up the phone, “talk to your sister, I have to finish off Alex’s cake,”
Elena hands Amy the phone. “Mom,” Amy protests, “I’m studying,”
“Just for two seconds, Amelia. I need to finish off this cake.”
Amy sighs and takes the phone. There’s no protesting when her mother calls her Amelia, plus, she is semi -curious about how Manny is doing at college.
“Hi Manny,” she says, twiddling her pen in her fingers.
“Hey sis!” Manny replies loudly. All her brothers call her ‘sis’ much to her frustration; she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d all forgotten her name.
“Amazing, so much better than high school!” Manny says enthusiastically. “You’re seriously gonna love it.”
She smiles to herself. She will love it, and next year it will be her turn to go, finally.
“Yeah, I can’t wait. What’s your roommate like?”
“Oh, Jake? Jake’s awesome,” Manny replies, before calling out “Jake! Are you awesome?!”
A guy, presumably Jake, yells back, “Yep! I’m awesome!”
“She said you sound awesome!” Manny yells back at him, and Amy rolls her eyes.
“Tell her she’s right! And ask if she looks like a female version of you!”
“Nah,” her brother replies, “she looks more like a female version of Luis.”
Amy stops listening, and puts the phone down on the counter. “I’m going to study in my room.” she says to her mom, gathering her things, and heading up the stairs before Elena can protest.
How her brothers manage to annoy her whilst away at college astounds her.
It’s almost a year later that Amy actually meets Jake, despite the fact that she seems to hear about him every other day. Whenever Manny calls or visits there’s always another Jake story to tell, most of which are entertaining, but also depict Jake as the sort of person Amy wouldn’t want to to be cooped up with all summer. Yet somehow, that’s what happens.
Jake’s mom is away on an artist retreat all summer, or at least that’s what Manny tells Elena and Victor when he asks if Jake can stay for the summer. Amy’s sure the fact that half her brothers have officially moved out is one of the factors that lead to them agreeing.
The day Amy meets Jake for the first time, it’s hot and sunny, and she uncharacteristically has a stain on her top.
“You must be the famous sister!” is the first thing he says to her after he’s greeted her parents, and Manny, at the door.
“And I’m guessing you’re Jake?” she jokes, raising her eyebrows at him.
“The one and only!” he announces grandly, doing a mock bow, and her eyebrows rise even further. He offers her his hand, not to shake, like he had with her parents, but to high-five.
She high-fives him hesitantly, eyebrows still raised. He’s exactly as goofy as she’d imagined.
“Noice!” he exclaims. “And hey! We’re stain buddies!”
Her forehead creases. “What?”
He points at a ketchup stain on his shirt to a jam stain on hers. It must be from her toast earlier.
Amy blushes. “That’s not usually there,” she mutters defensively.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon] Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. Ability!AU Scifi!AU Word Count: 5.9k
“what is it like to even be human?”
All Jungkook could remember were the events that was being unfolded right in front of him, everything else being untraceable. Being forced into a war he wasn’t even aware that was happening, being paired up with Taehyung and Yoongi during this ‘war’. They were pushed into this, being forced to kill the unknown enemy, relying on their so called abilities to keep them safe. Many questions were left unanswered, that was until he met you. More questions raised up, more confusion being added, and only a few things being answered. How can you tell the difference between human, and non-human?
after 27437 years I finally got my hands on cu alter’s translated interlude (courtesy of @princemarxfucker) and it was absolutely worth the wait because its saying loads of things ive been saying since forever except now here in HD quality explicit text and none of you are going to believe I didn’t straight up write it myself because frankly I’m not entirely sure I didn’t actually write this myself
SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO LET’S DIG RIGHT INTO THE JUICY BITS SHALL WE (THE JUICY BITS ARE EVERY SINGLE BIT)
Name: Not to the Sickbay you say? Pairing: Bones x Reader Summary: the reader is on a mission with Kirk and gets badly hurt. However, she refuses to go tot he sickbay, so Kirk slowly realizes that she got a huge crush on Bones, so he decides to help the two idiots.
You always knew that Monday was not your lucky day, but today was special - since the very moment when you woke up (and found Sulu’s crazy plant in your shoes) your day has been getting worse, and a huge stone falling on your hip during a two-men mission was only a logical continuation of the day.
“Y/N, you are an incredibly lucky person,” Kirk sits down by your side, injecting you with a strong painkiller. “If you made a hundred more meters in any direction, the Enterprise would be able to beam us up, but… Here we are.”
“I am sorry, captain,” you mumble, and Kirk sighs, taking a communicator out. “W-what are you doing?”
“Asking our lovely doctor to come and cut your leg off, of course. Y/N, I simple will call McCoy and ask him to get here, so that he can fix your leg immediately after I cut the stone. He said that’s how I should do it, plus it’s the only way you will keep your leg after we are done.”
“Could you… could you ask anyone but Doctor McCoy to come?” you ask quietly, and Kirk closes his communicator, quite interested in what you have to say.
“Now, what did Bones do? He wasn’t mean on purpose, you know. It’s just his personality,” you shake your head, and Kirk keeps guessing. “Afraid of him? Y/N, he is probably the sweetest person on the whole ship. No?” you shake our head again, feeling how the stone starts pressing more on the legs and stomach. “Y/N, if you don’t have a reason serious enough, I will call him immediately. I am only allowed to get up to three people on the planet, and Bones is probably the only one who can properly deal with everything that is wrong with you right now,” you stay quiet. “Oh, you couldn’t fall for him, could you?!” and you blush so hard, Kirk start laughing, so proud of his deduction skills. “You actually fell for Bones? That’s why all the complications?” you stay quiet, but still blushing. “Can I call the Sickbay now?”
“Anyone but McCoy,” you murmur, and Kirk waves his hand at you, amused by the romantic feelings that his friend could provoke in anyone. “Captain, please!”
“Mister Spock, we need medical assistance down here… No, I am fine… Yes, send the doctor as soon as possible,” Kirk closes the communicator and looks at you. “How did you manage?”
“Well, I am an extremely lucky person,” you grin.
“You bet you are,” McCoy enters the ‘cave’ and sighs at your ‘comfortable’ position. “Jim, you have to take care of your team, not murder them.”
“Holy shit,” you whisper and look at Kirk, trying to retell how much you hate him right now, but Jim simply shrugs his shoulders, as if saying ‘not my fault, I asked them to send a doctor.’
“I haven’t even started, Y/N, stay down and breathe deeply,” Bones kneels next to you and quickly checks your pulse and overall health. “Yeah, Jim, she is alright, just lift the stone, and I’ll take care of the bones.”
“What’s wrong with the bones?”
“Oh, they are simply crushed. If I do not block the flow of blood as soon as captain takes the weight off, the pieces may very well end up in very, very bad places,” McCoy sighs again. “How did you even manage?”
“She is an extremely lucky person,” Kirk answers for you and raises his phaser, ready to vanish the rock. “Ready?”
“Sure,” Bones takes your hand, allowing for you to grab his sleeve, squeezing it as hard as possible, as the weight disappears, and the painkillers magically stop working, almost murdering you with the pain. “Shh,” Bones quickly injects you with something, stroking your forehead with a free hand. “It’s ok. Let me take a look now,” he frees his hands and cuts your uniform to get access to the injury, then whistles, looking back at your face.
“That bad?” he nods quietly. “Fixable?”
“Yes,” he starts quickly covering the injury with some sticky glue, then quickly attaches a small blinking mechanism to your hips, which quickly expanded and locked your legs in the same position. “Do not move.”
“I was going to go for a run,” you murmur, and Bones grins, appreciating your attitude, then quickly strokes your forehead with his thumb.
“We have to get back on board,” Kirk interrupts you, and McCoy agrees, as they both carefully lift you and carry out of the cave.
“All I had to do to get two people carry me around is get hurt,” you joke. “If only I knew about it before the mission.”
“Three to beam up,” Kirk says loudly, as Bones makes you stand up next to him, so that he holds you with both hands in order for you not to fall down.
“On scale from one to ten, how much does it hurt?” he asks you quietly, trying to almost lift you of the ground, to reduce the weight on the legs.
“About six,” you murmur, your hands wrapped around his shoulders.
“That’s good… I mean, it’s bad that it hurts, but good that it’s not ten,” you laugh, and Bones flinches, as your breath tickles his neck. “Sorry.”
“That’s… That’s alright,” McCoy tightens his grip on your waist, as you get transported on the Enterprise, and a second later, the medical team helps you get down on the stretcher, and they rush to the Sickbay.
“Why the rush?”
“Because I gave you a very strong sedative, so you wouldn’t feel it even if I cut your legs off… Which is literally happening right now,” quickly answers Bones. “I also blocked the flow of blood, so that the bone pieces as well as the possible virus do not enter the intestines…”
“Sounds sweet,” you answer, already terrified of dying. Bones takes your hand and strokes your palm.
“Y/N. It will be fine. I am not letting you lose your legs. I am doctor, this is my job. Clear?” you nod quickly, as you get to the Sickbay, and the team helps you get on the bed, and McCoy is about to sedate you.
“Doctor,” you look him in the eye. “Will I be ok?”
“You will be great,” he answers calmly. “All you should do is trust me,” he covers your face with the mask and starts the countdown until you fall asleep. “I got your back.”
You woke up two days laters, you legs tied together and hanging in the air.
“Look who’s back,” McCoy takes a look at you and smiles. “How are we feeling?”
“Painfully alive,” you answer, as Bones takes the readings from the apparatus and smiles at you.
“Before you ask. You will walk again,” you smile happily.
“Thank you, doctor,” you pretend to try to kneel, and he giggles.
“I will need you to come in at least twice a week, so that I can clear you to get back on duty, but I did talk to captain about you. He agreed to let you stay off duty for a few weeks, so you will stay in Sickbay and help me,” you grin, trying not to show how happy you are to be there (and you also realize that Kirk probably is doing that solely because he knows about your crush).
“Doctor McCoy, if you want me to spend more time here, all you have to do is ask,” Bones smiles again, quickly pats you on the shoulder, then heads out of the room, mumbling something about the job.
“Get better there,” you rest your head on the pillow and sigh, realizing that the following few weeks will be hard. And painful. And full of your hopeless and bad flirting, hidden in sarcasm and endless blushing.
Long Ass Post Regarding The Bastille Fandom and how it's really Not As Great as it's made out to be
so ive seen a Lot of posts lately praising the bastille fandom for being so “nice and sweet and chill and tolerant” etc etc.
and they bother me a lot.
I have nothing against the people making these posts. they’re happy with the corner of the group that they associate with, and that’s fine.
what I do have a problem with is the posts themselves.
they make out like this fandom is so nice and peachy and perfect when if you look even a tiny little bit further away from your own friend group within it, if you scrape a tiny bit under the surface, it’s obvious this is certainly not the case, and nobody acknowledges this.
no fandom is perfect, especially not this one.
we have our fair share of sketchy disgusting shit going on.
it may not be to the level of certain others but it is there and it’s bad, and the mentality of glossing over that completely is worrying me.
I have a few points I’m gonna go over, mostly relating to this fandoms treatment of Dan, and their treatment of each other.
•1 Treatment of Dan
this is probably mostly in reference to the twitter group of the fandom but it’s bad on tumblr too hoo boy.
to put it bluntly
y'all are fucking THIRSTY
and it’s disgusting.
because Dan doesn’t have a partner that we know of publicly everyone seems to take that as him being free range and make some pretty Ugly and Disgusting comments towards him- and even worse y'all do it on twitter too, on his tweets, which he can see?
the way you talk about him really rubs me up the wrong way.
he’s a human being for god’s sake and i don’t wanna sound like your mum but ACT LIKE YOUD WANT TO BE TREATED YOURSELF.
he is not free for you to treat like you do- and a good mirror for my point of the fact he doesn’t have a partner we know of is: you don’t make those kinds of advances toward woody, do you? y'all know he’s married and you respect that, which is great. but you can’t show the same courtesy towards Dan? (and don’t try to say that woody isn’t as attractive as Dan that has nothing to do with this.).
Even worse is your harassment of anyone involved with Dan’s life like his friends especially his female friends -
the AMOUNT OF TIMES i have SEEN speculation about one of his friends or a crew member or anything being his girlfriend- and then you go and harass the poor girls?? what the fuck??? it shouldn’t matter to you if he has a partner and if he does you DONT HARASS THEM LIKE THIS.
i find it really hypocritical especially after the whole glory thing.
•1a Treatment of the boys on twitter
I’ve said something about this before but the twitter fandom is SO bad. I’m not very involved with it so i won’t make claims but they’re some of the worst i think mainly because due to the nature of twitter they have direct contact with the band.
anyway, twitter fandom is awful, not going further bc y'all know
•2 Treatment of others within the fandom
y'all are not all nice
as someone who floated around Heaps before i settled within the space I had within the fandom when I was a somewhat active participant in it, I can tell you that a Good Percentage of you in the tumblr section of the fandom are demons.
I’ve seen people bully and harass others, send anon hate, more and more and more and i think maybe it’s gotten worse since the second album?
the main problem is I think you’re all too overprotective of the band as a whole.
•2a Treatment of the creative side of the fandom
this place is the WORST when it comes to art theft of various incarnations Holy SHIT
you steal and repost other people’s edits, their art, their gifs, with no credit and that is Bad. You know it’s bad but do you stop? no. do you check sources? no.
you follow and reblog from accounts that repost gifs and you dont give a shit- even when the original watermarks are Right There
And let’s get back into how y'all treat Greg shall we?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it as many times as possible-
STOP STEALING HIS PHOTOS.
how have you not learned? why do i still see leaked photos going around? why do you not check the source before you reblog? why do i, to this day, see photos from the photobook online when you’ve been specifically told not to post them?
it’s ugly and disgusting how you treat creators in this place, especially Greg.
• in conclusion
there’s more to this but this is long enough already.
what bothers me the most is how nobody seems to see this? how you praise each other for being so Great and Cool?
there’s some great circles of people in here, i agree, a lot of you are really great but there’s still the other side to it there.
no fandom is purely nontoxic!! you know that!!
it’s worse here than you think it is and that’s what i want you to take away if you got through this long ass terrible post.
sorry for being the one to crash your party but it’s the hard truth and I wish more people were aware of it because this ignorance worries me.
(thanks to joyce for talking with me and helping me think out this post a bit)
First of all thanks to @trashytacosan for telling me to post this and also yelling about how great demi!iwa is with me. Note: this is all iwaoi but hcs can still apply to demi iwa in general.
Iwa doesn’t realize his feelings for Tooru at first, or actually for a while. Everything he’s ever felt towards Tooru has been distinctly separate from anything he feels towards anyone else, and because he doesn’t have anything to compare it to, he just chalks all of those “Feelings about Oikawa” up to the fact that they’re really close friends, and they grew up together, etc. etc.
Throughout all of high school, he doesn’t really care about dating at all. Like, anytime people talk about dating, boyfriends, girlfriends… he just sort of shrugs it off. He doesn’t even really think about it, he’s just not interested. He figures he’ll date after college, when he isn’t busy, or if the right person comes along, or whatever. It’s not really a big deal to him.
He actually gets really uncomfortable when people try to set him up on dates, or strangers or classmates try to hit on him. He’s sure they’re nice enough people, but he’s just. Not Interested. He’s also not susceptible to the “Just go out on one date with them, Hajime, maybe you’ll like them!” Nope. No thank you. He’s just… not interested. Could not care much less.
Fun fact: This is also another reason he gets irritated with Oikawa’s fans (other than them distracting him/interrupting practice.) “They don’t even know you! How could they possibly like you?” “Rude, Iwa-chan! I’m super likable!” “Not what I meant, Shittykawa.” etc. etc…
So let’s say when he gets to college he meets some people, makes new friends, all that stuff. Maybe he’s attracted a little to one of these new friends, maybe he learns a little more about different sexualities… Whatever it is, something just clicks and he has sort of an “Oh, holy shit” moment. It actually explains so much, makes so much sense, that he totally embraces it.
Of course, then he starts to think about more, and thinks about past friendships and whether there was anything there, so of course then he thinks about Oikawa, and starts to have a little bit of a crisis. “Am I in love with Oikawa or do I just think I am in love with Oikawa because he’s my best friend and now I know that I’m demisexual I’m overthinking it-” type of thing.
So then he has to think about what dating Oikawa would actually look like and decide if that’s something he wants. Plot twist: it is. Cue pining because of course there’s pining.
Oikawa has always had a little bit of a thing for Iwaizumi. It’s not like he never noticed how attractive Iwa is, have you seen him? And, they actually are really close, and Hajime knows him better than anyone, and is really kind, and they have a ton of similar interests and just… He has a HUGE crush on Iwaizumi for a very good portion of high school.
Naturally, Oikawa tries to feel Iwa out before making any serious moves. It doesn’t seem to be the sort of thing Iwa likes to talk about, and Oikawa doesn’t know if it’s because he really doesn’t care, like he says he does, or if they just don’t have the kind of friendship where they talk about that stuff. (The idea that there may be a whole area of their lives that Iwa just doesn’t want to talk about with him, specifically, is a way scarier thought than the idea that Iwa-chan may not want to date him.)
Since flat out asking doesn’t seem to work, he tries some other ideas. For example: He tries to set Iwa up with a girl from his class who he thinks he might get along with. Doesn’t work. (Oikawa tries not to think too hard about what he would have done if it had worked.)
He starts asking him if he thinks people are cute. (Mostly guys, to see if he’s interested in guys, and what his type might be.) The usual response he gets is “What the heck, Oikawa, I don’t even know that guy.” “I didn’t ask you if you knew him, Iwa-chan, I asked you if you thought he was cute.” He also gets a lot of shrugs, and re-directing ‘what do you think’s
(In retrospect, this should have given them both a hint. Neither of them pick up on it.)
The thing is, as soon as Iwa figures himself out he wants to tell Oikawa right away, and he certainly doesn’t want to hide it from him or anything. So he actually ends up telling him the next time he sees him.
The whole confession is pretty straightforward, actually. Iwaizumi says “Hey I figured out that I’m demisexual and also I have feelings for you.” and Oikawa has to take a minute because Oh my god Iwa-chan I’ve been in love with you for years are you kidding me.
They’re able to talk things out and decide to date even though they go to separate universities. They both feel a lot of pressure at first, and worry about whether or not they’ll be “good enough” for each other. Iwa, because he hasn’t dated anybody and Oikawa has more experience than he does (not that much more, because it’s hard to date other people when you have a huge ass crush on your best friend…) so what if he’s not up to Oikawa’s usual standards.
And Oikawa worries because Iwa hasn’t dated anybody and what if Oikawa isn’t enough, or if he decides he wants to see other people now that he knows what he wants? And they both secretly worry about stuff like that until it gets to the point where it’s hurting their relationship and they need to talk about it, but once they do they understand each other better and their relationship is so much better for it.
i kept wanting to add more to this and now it’s a lot but anyway i love demisexual iwa and you can rip that hc out of my cold dead hands or you can come yell with me about how great it is ok bye
so my friend Pyro messaged me earlier this week and was like “that airbrush I gave you back in august on your birthday? That wasn’t your main gift. That was a side gift. Your main gift finally arrived, so Rhi’s going to bring it to you at the weekend”. Oh boy, I thought. What possible gift could be even better than an airbrush? APPARENTLY THIS
The art in this book is genuinely distressing. I don’t mean regular how to draw manga bad, I mean, this is a whole other level. Just look at the photos. Holy fucking shit. This is the most incredible book I’ve ever owned
Hello! This is my
first SnowBaz imagine that I’ve ever written and posted. I tried to make as
little mistakes as I could. If you find any, sorry about that! If this sucks, I apologize for that too. I hope you like
Word count: 1,522
Warnings: cursing, kissing (lots of kissing)
I’m just borrowing (as
Cath would say) Rainbow Rowell’s characters :D
(I literally said “fuck it i’m just gonna post this” before posting this so y’all know i didn’t check this one more time.) (IM SO NERVOUS.) (FEEDBACK WILL BE MUCH APPRECIATED.)
I can feel it. His eyes following every move my hand makes
as I paint my mother’s portrait. His magic like pins prickling on my skin. His
presence making me feel like I’m alive – even if I’m not.
“Don’t you have other things to do?” I make it sound smug as
best as I could.
wouldn’t you get a yeast infection from the sugar… ..
keep smarties far from your hooha folks
also i did everyone for this because it was really fun to do!! it’s kind of short just because it’s hard when i think a lot of people would react the same.
- NIPPLE PASTIES WITH CANDY TASSELS LMAOO
- it brings back his flashbacks of when he was drunk and wore a candy g string to a party once he would too don’t you lie to yourself
- He does spit everywhere and it’s sort of awkward to eat all of the candy since it’s hard candy?? and he doesn’t want to.. well; you know, bite you. But boy does he try. Yeah it’s messy and sticky but still really nice. He’ll still always like playing around with whipped cream over this, but hey he’s down to do this again.
- Papa Jumin can roll with anything so he’s not phased
- Sure it’s surprising.. But he finds it enjoyable. Even amusing, how cute of you to think of something so silly. But holy shit with him it’s literal heaven? He’s the king of slow foreplay so hardcandy in his way makes it even more slower. But in the best possible way.
- The only one that doesn’t really drool a lot. Must be magic.
- But no; never again will you get that because Elizabeth the 3rd found she likes your new toys too. He found her eating a pair of pasties and that was the last of the ordeal. Curse you Elizabeth the 3rd.
- THE BOY LOVES IT
- Candy + MC = Heaven !!
sure it’s super surprising at first, but then when he tastes you PLUS the candy it’s absolutely amazing.
comes to prefer it, if you do. actually might want some of his own.. lolol
- It’s something he likes, so he’d be down to do it again. Just no licorice, he hates that stuff.
- TAKE THAT OFF YOULL GET A YEAST INFECTION
- momma jaehee is saving you here please listen to her
- Hey but nipple pasties? she’s down. It’s hard candy so again, takes a pretty long time to melt but she doesn’t really mind. It’s not something she’d like to be frequent but it was pretty cute this one time– She’ll let it slide.
- Won’t wear any herself even if you try to get her to. No way. She’s not trying to cosplay candy-land the game over here.
- No no. Try honey buddha lingerie. Much better.
- Seriously though; He’d love it. It would be silly as always with Seven, he’d want to pretend he’s a monster coming to eat up the pretty little damsel in distress. And he ends up doing so.. just in a different way lolol
- Yes, he’ll snack on them later. Or wear it himself– He really likes this. Look at the monster you’ve created
- For your sake, he’ll go with it. But he thinks it’s difficult, he’s drooling everywhere and it’s not exactly the most pleasant. Since the candy is super sticky when wet.
- Is this what the kinky folks do? is this what it’s like?
- He cant really be serious about it. I mean, he just cracks some jokes. He tries his best but it’s pretty hard. All in good fun though, he’s a sweetheart.
- Probably got those little candy bracelets from sunday school– and they taste exactly the same. he doesn’t need church flashbacks in the bedroom right now, save him.
- Confused and scared because he’s so used to lace or something like that but there’s.. candy? instead?
- He’d try but he’s usually fast so he’d end up ripping it off and getting to the point pretty quickly.
- But he might snack on them later, much to your horror lolol
So I’m not 100% sure of this or if someone has point this out but consider this..This is the visual novel before the game branches either to 707 or Jumin’s route. With the whole theory and such going around that Seven is aware of the whole reset stuff… What if this visual novel is actually him.. I know Rika said some similar stuff but i just get a feeling that this is not her.. They leave the name as (???)
So what if it’s Seven hinting the multiple times MC may play the game.. Especially on deep route. Meaning that he wants to experience all the good times with MC all over again… And before the game branches.. To promise him to meet him again.. To promise him you’ll take his route again.. To promise him that you’ll love him again..
Like I said.. I’m just putting this out there with the whole reset theories I’ve seen lately.. But geez… My heart aches just thinking of the possibilities.
I am legit hurt and this isn’t even real life!!! Mystic Messenger has emotionally ruined me! :(
Edit: HOLY SHIT I have analyzed this a little bit more and ok listen. You know how Seven and MC talked about marrying in the space station and on this visual novel it says “back on Earth” !!!1!
Meaning that after he asked you to marry him (in after ending) even though it wasn’t in actual space station… Marrying there was a 707 & MC thing and he is most likely referring after the marriage up there, to meet again back on earth to pick his route & love him again and such!!
Argh!! I’m so emotional!!
(I know I didn’t word this correctly but I hope you understood what I meant. I need sleep. Too much feels)
“Coming!” you called out. Your fingers continued to twist your hair into a braid, knotted at the back of your skull. This project was something you did daily, but it was beginning to take longer and longer (not surprising, seeing as how your hair now reached your lower back when let down). You put the last pin in place and ran out towards the kitchen.
“About time,” Dean said. “Y’know, I never pegged you as one of those girls who took forever to get ready.”
“Shut up,” you muttered.
“What took you so long, anyway? It’s not like you wear a shit ton of makeup.”
The hunt had gone as well as could be hoped for. But during the midst of the sprint through the woods, your hair had come undone, trailing behind you. It was almost snatched by the creature but you quickly dodged left, twisting your hair up with the spare hair tie you always kept on your wrist.
Back at the bunker, you began the long process of brushing out your hair, removing a number of twigs and leaves, combing out massive tangles. You had to do this before showering, otherwise, your hair would never untangle.
“Hey,” Dean said, appearing behind you.
You jumped, startled, turning to find him looking at your hair with wonder and surprise.
“Holy crap,” he said, stepping forward. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your long hair.”
You rolled your eyes slightly. “Well, there’s something to be said for you getting the right princess.”
“Can I… touch it?”
“It’s not going to bite,” you said with a small laugh.
Dean combed his fingers through your locks. “I never knew your hair was so long. You always have it pulled up. Which, don’t get me wrong, is pretty, but this…”
“Please,” you said, picking up a few strands opposite of Dean’s fingers. “My hair is such a mess. Split-end city. I just… haven’t had time to get it cut.”
Dean was quiet for a moment. “I could cut it for you. If you wanted.”
“Yeah. I mean, it’s a shame to cut this off, but… I guess long hair and hunting don’t really mix.”
“Try telling that to your brother.”
“He’s next on my list.”
You smiled as you reached into your desk drawer, pulling a pair of scissors out. “Just… be careful, okay?”
Dean gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “Promise.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “How short are you wanting?”
“I don’t care. Just… try to make it even.”
Dean fingered your locks for a few more seconds before gently taking a section. He slid the blades into your hair; you closed your eyes, bracing for impact.
The slice of the scissors echoed around your bedroom; your head felt immediately lighter (and holy shit, how short had he cut that?!).
“Fine,” you said, trying to regulate your breathing.
Dean worked as quickly as possible, snipping through your long hair, tossing locks into the trash. Finally, he smoothed his hands through your hair.
“I think that’s pretty even,” he said.
You braced yourself, turning to look in your mirror. Your hair was now chin length, a little shorter than Sam’s. You knew there were probably problem spots here and there, but overall, it didn’t look too bad.
“Damn,” Dean said with a smile. “If I thought your long hair was pretty, this is…”
You couldn’t help but smile. “You also said my pulled back look was pretty.”
“Sweetheart, you could shave your head and tattoo scales all over it and you’d still be pretty.”
You turned and stood, giving him a small kiss. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Dean slipped one hand into yours, the other still holding onto the scissors. “Now, let’s go see if we can find Sammy.”
I sat in my living room in shook. The only noise came from the TV, which I could barely hear as the turn of events started to sink in. There was no way I could be married, especially to someone I knew for all of two days. Hell he wasn’t even that interested in me which was a good thing. If this was true all I have to do is find a way to contact him and get a divorce. As I pulled out my laptop, my phone buzzed.
Gina 9:56 pm
Did you make it home?
Me 9:57 pm
Yeah. I really need to talk to you and Ava about Vegas.
Gina 9:59 pm
You sound serious. We’ll be over in 10. That alright?
Me 10:02 pm
After throwing my phone back on the couch, I googled his name and the first thing I saw were multiple pictures of him to the right of my screen. He had his own Wikipedia page. As I got lost in scrolling through it, someone started knocking on my door.
I pulled the door open as Ava and Gina greeted me with worried expressions on their faces.
“What happened (Y/N/N)?”, Ava asked as she sat next to me on the couch, while Gina occupied the other side
“Is that who I think it is?”, Gina nearly yelled as she grabbed my laptop, “You slept with an actor!? That’s what you’re all worked up about?”
My eyes never left the document that sat on the coffee table. Ava leaned over and grabbed the paper that was causing all my trouble.
“Holy shit”, Ava looked over to me, panicked, “She’s married to Daveed”
“You’re what?”, she nearly yelled again, “How is that possible? We really shouldn’t have gone to that third bar”
I sighed as I leaned back on the couch. It grew quiet in my apartment again with the exception of my TV.
“What are you going to do?”, Ava questioned
“I don’t have his number, but I can try to message him through social media. If he even responds. I can’t believe I was this irresponsible”
“You can message him and in the meantime we’ll keep you company”, Ava reassured me, “It’s the least we can do after the day you’ve had”
“I love you guys”, I said as I took my laptop back from Gina, opening Daveed’s twitter
Me 10:40 pm
Hey Daveed. It’s (Y/N). We met in Vegas last week. Something happened the night we were together and it’s pretty urgent. Please get back to me as soon as you can.
I hit send and hoped he would respond quickly.
“Now we play the waiting game”, Gina sighed, “If I’m being honest, who the hell does he think he is?”
Ava and I both snapped out head in her direction.
“Gina”, she gasped
“No seriously. The night you two met, it seemed to me that he wanted to be with you. What did he not see in you? He can’t just lead you on like that then leave you hangin’ in the wind. You deserve so much better than that”, she groaned, “It’s his lose anyways”
“Very true”, Ava smiled, “He doesn’t even know what he’s missing”
We spent the rest of the night watching TV, eating, and talking about the latest office gossip. It felt good to have just the night with my best friends again. They always made me feel like everything was going to be alright, even when it most likely wouldn’t be.
When morning came, I pushed myself off the recliner and grabbed a blanket for Ava and Gina, who were knocked out together on the sofa. After taking a shower, I went to make breakfast for them. Almost halfway through, I could hear Ava trying to wake up Gina for the third time.
Eventually she muttered a, “Fine stay asleep then” and her footsteps grew closer to the kitchen.
“How’s it going Mrs. Diggs?”
I groaned and pretty soon we were both laughing as she grabbed some plates.
“Please don’t call me that. Ever”
“I see he hasn’t responded”, Ava said with much edge in her voice
“I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. It’s only been a few hours since I sent it. Maybe he was working or he had a night out with Rafael and Adrienne”
“So you think he’s out with his friends again? Maybe this time he won’t wake up married to his second wife”
As soon as she said it, I averted my eyes. I know it was supposed to be a one night stand, but there was a part of me that really wished he would have called. The way he looked at me made me feel a way I hadn’t in a pretty long time.
“(Y/N)? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I just…”
When I turned to Ava, she was sitting at the table with her face in her hands, mumbling something I couldn’t understand.
“What’s wrong?”, I asked as I kneeled down in front of her
She slowly moved her hands, her eyes were glassy and full of sorrow, “I feel like this is my fault! You could have come home and just moved on, but now you have to go through all of this to–”
“It’s not your fault or Rafael’s. None of us were in the right state of mind that night. Daveed and I are grown ups. We decided to get drunk and now we have to deal with the consequences. Please don’t blame yourself. I will never blame you for this”
Her eyes widened as she stared down at me, “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I know you look after me like a big sister, but this one is on me”
We both smiled before we began to laughing. Silently we finished cooking and setting up the table. When it was all said and done, Gina finally made her way to the dining room.
“Morning y’all”, she grinned
“It’s about damn time”, I muttered, “I thought you planned on sleeping the day away”
Gina glared at the both of us as she started making her plate, “After the week we had, we all should’ve slept in. Greg has been making our lives a living hell”
We spent the rest of the morning and majority of the afternoon relaxing in my living room. I was glad they decided to stay for the weekend. It helped keep my mind off of the fact that I was married and Daveed still had not responded in spite of him being active on social media.
Wednesday rolled around and still no response. By then I started looking into lawyers to help handle this case as well as message Daveed a few more times.
As I walked out of the conference room with Gina, we couldn’t help but giggle with excitement. They loved our presentation and we were getting promoted. The best part was watching Greg’s face contort with embarrassment when they realized he was planning on us failing the entire time.
“It’s time to celebrate!”, Gina tried not to yell as she pulled me into a hug
“I can’t wait! We finally did it!”
Gina pulled away and straightened her clothes when someone cleared their throat from behind us. I quickly turned around and released a breath I didn’t even realize I was hiding.
“Hey Jeremy”, I said softly
Jeremy and I worked together on multiple projects together and became really good friends over my time here. He was always sweet to me, especially when he realized how much of dick our boss was when it came to Gina and I.
He smiled softly again, his dimples beginning to show, “Hey, (Y/N). Hi, Gina”
“Hey, Jeremy”, she eyed the both of us before a sly grin spread across her face, “We’re going out to celebrate tonight. Want to join us?”
“I was just coming over here to congratulate you two”, he stepped closer with his arm brushing against mine, “I would love to go out with you guys. If that’s alright with you darlin’”
I tried not a blush at the nickname he have me years ago. Hearing that in his southern drawl drove me crazy. I made a rule quite some time ago that I would never date my coworkers, but Jeremy could definitely be the exception.
A soft, “of course”, was all I could manage to get out
“Great”, he said as he began to grin, “Text me the details when you get the chance. I’ll see you around darlin”
He waved to Gina and walked back to his office. I stopped holding my breath and leaned against the wall.
“What the hell was that? I thought you didn’t have a thing for any of the people we worked with”, Gina shrieked
“I said I wouldn’t date them. I never said none of them were appealing to me”
She gave me a knowing smirk and shook her head, “Go for it (Y/N). He’s into you. You’re into him. What’s the worse that could happen?”
“She’s married”, Ava said as she walked out the conference room
“Shit”, we both muttered as we walked back to our office
We all sat in the booth trying to catch our breath after Jeremy finished telling his story.
“I can’t believe you actually said that”, Gina cried out
“It wasn’t supposed to come out that way, but he had it coming”
When we all calmed down, Jeremy leaned back into his seat and smiled at me. I returned it as he took my hand under the table.
“I’m glad you invited me out tonight”
“That was all Gina, not me”, I clarified
“So you didn’t want me to come out?”, he said pretending to be offended
“No”, I giggled, “I wanted you to come. I like spending time with you”
“I like spending time with you too”, he said as he gave my hand a soft squeeze
In my head, everything was planned out. I would meet with a lawyer sometime this week to get divorced whether Daveed wanted to respond or not. A part of me was extremely irritated that he never responded, but I was trying to remain calm about the entire situation. At some point, I would have to tell Jeremy if we continue on like this. Would he even understand? The women he likes accidentally got married and can’t find her husband. Yeah, that should blow over easy. Either way, pretty soon I’ll be a free woman and I won’t have to worry about this ordeal or have to face Daveed again hopefully.
The sooner I got it over with, the sooner I could put it behind me.
As Jeremy walked me up the steps, my stomach was still full of butterflies. We laughed the entire way to my house and he had yet to let go of my hand.
“Did you have a good time?”, he asked shyly
“Of course. I always have fun when you’re around”
Between the butterflies and blushing, I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to kiss him more than anything. I shouldn’t have waited so long to go out with Jeremy. Maybe if we started dating before the trip, I would never be in this position in the first place.
“We should try this again with just the two of us”, he smiled as we reached the top to the staircase
“It’s a date”, I giggled
He grinned at me and looked at my lips for only a second. The mood began to change as we inched closer to each other. Before our lips could touch, someone cleared their throat. We jumped back and Jeremy wrapped his arm around my waist before I lost my balance.
We both looked in the direction of the noise and my eyes widened. If it wasn’t for the shock, I would have screamed at him until my face turned blue.
You slipped into bed next to Levi and tried to get comfortable. You spent half an hour tossing and turning or looking at him ( which wasn’t that bad because the man was gorgeous ). Then finally you found yourself getting comfortable and started to drift of into the mind state right before dream and sleep. You were so close to passing out, probably would’ve in a couple of seconds. Until Levi punched you in the fucking face. This was no, oh I’m kind of asleep and flappedmy kind of curled fist into your face, kind of punch. This was the, I’m and Ackerman and I’m gonna fuck you up, kind of punch.
“ Son of a- ”, You but your lip and screamed into the pillow the loudest scream you could with out waking up Mr.Ironfist over here. You would probably have a major bruise on the morning, that was for sure. What if you had an concussion? From that punch it didn’t seem unlikely. You knew Levi was aggressive but for the dude to even fight in his sleep was a whole other level. It felt like someone had shot a brick from a canon at full force into your face.
You wobbled out of bed with tears streaming down your face as if you had bare witnessed Satan himself. It wasn’t, oh my sad or oh that scared me, tears. The punch just hurt so bad that your face started crying and you couldn’t stop it. You silently slipped into the restroom and turned on the light, being blinded at first and then looked in the mirror at your face. Oh no, it wasn’t even your face anymore. You thought because it had just happened that your face would look a bit normal. Sure there might be a bruise the next morning but it couldn’t be that bad. However that wasn’t the case. It was red and completely swollen, like a monster bee stung your face and this was the result. You could already see the bruising forming. How were you supposed to hide this from Levi? He would flip out if he found out he did that to you.
You sat in front of the mirror debating ways you could hide this. There was no way make up could cover up this type of swelling. Maybe a lie could do the trick? Perhaps you could say you fell out of bed? No. A fall couldn’t do that. Or … you could say you fell in the tub. That sounds good, reasonable. You could stage it.
“ I’m gonna take a piss. ”, You heard Levi’s sleepy voice groan and with that he swung open the door. The inner you was panicking and having red signals flare off in your head. The inner you was finding a solution to leave with out being supiscious. You were just gonna rinse your hands and go. Levi was still squinting and just trying to focus on peeing at the moment. You rinsed your hands, avoiding eye contact or conversation with him, and went to slip into the bed.
“ Why are y- What the fuck is that on your face? ”, He asked you as you reached the door. He wasn’t even done pissing when he asked you.
“ I don’t know what you’re talking about. ”, You said. Perhaps if you just acted like it wasn’t there he’d ignore it. Like he’d think it was some dream or something. Or you could just slip into bed really quickly, giving him less time to look at it.
“ I’m talking about that hug fucking bruise on your face. What else would I be talking about? ”, He asked. Well this is just great. He was already done pissing, of course he had to wash his hands first before he touched you. He grabbed your face with his freshly wet hands and forced you to look straight at him.
“ Holy shit. Half of you is part Ogre. Jesus Christ, what happened? ”, You felt yourself start to stress and freak out. Levi was already freaking out. He couldn’t even think of how it could have possibly happen. Did someone hurt you? A fall couldn’t have done this.
“ Oh … uh… umm…”, You kept on trying to come up with an excuse but your mind panicked and drew a blank. You were looking directly into Levi’s eyes. If you looked away and told him, it would be obvious you were lying. If you looked at him directly in the eye, you would never be able to lie to him. It was a loose looose situation.
“ Youkindaofpunchedmeintheface. ”, You looked away and rushed the words rapidly. As if maybe if you said it that way it would help the situation.
“ You know I can’t understand you when you do that. What happened to your face? ”, Levi pushed harder.
“ Youkindaofpunchedmeintheface. ”, You said again but even more inaudible than before.
“ Try again. “, Levi says. You took in a deep breath in your nostrils, trying to build up the courage to admit to him what happened.
“ You punched me in the face while you were sleeping, but it’s not a big deal or anything. It’s not like you did it on purpose. It doesn’t even hurt at all. It’s all good the swelling and the bruising will go away.”, You squeezed all the words out as you let out the deep breath you took in. You were trying to simmer down what had happened to Levi but Levi was freaking out. He had hit you? He had hit you. The one time he goes to bed early and gets a decent amount of sleep, he hits you.
“ I’m sleeping on the couch tonight. “, Levi rushed passed you and started to pick up the pillows on his side of the bed.
“ What? Levi, come on. Don’t be ridiculous. It was an accident, it’s not that serious. “ , You said. You stepped in front of Levi blocking him leaving the room. He was acting bizarre, it didn’t have to be this serious. The guy did it in his sleep and you knew he’d never hurt anyone. Well that was a lie but he would never hurt you.
“ I literally punched you in the face. You can go to bed in here tonight and we’ll talk about this in the morning. “, Levi shoved passed you, into the living room and you slugged back to your bed.
You curled into your covers on your side of the bed and tried to move into a comfortable position. Then you tried to get into a comfortable position again. Then again, but no matter how hard you tried it didn’t work. It wasn’t the same if Levi wasn’t there. You even tried sleeping in his side of the bed but that didn’t work either. You were just stuck starring at the pitch black ceiling. Even though he was in the next room that doesn’t you can’t miss him.
You snuck out of bed, grabbing the blankets and wrapping them around you as you tiptoed to where Levi was. You stood over him, watching him with his eyebrows furrowed and his hands crossed over his chest. He didn’t even have a blanket, all he had was his two pillows and the clothes he was wearing. He still managed to look cute while he was sleeping. No matter ho grumpy he looked.
You gently crawled on top of him, placing his hands over you and your head on his chest. You pulled the covers over you and him, snuggling up to him even more on the couch. You listened to the sounds of his breathing slowly rise and fall as well as his heart beat until his voice startled you.
“ What are you doing brat? “, He asked.
“ I missed you. I can’t sleep when you’re not there. “, You whined.
“ Whatever. “, Levi groaned too lazy to put up a fight, but also because he had missed you.
Happy Birthday Liz! I love you so much so here’s a special little fic written just for you! @nostalgiamisha
So it turns out that the team building exercise with the maze was coming in more handy than anyone ever thought it would. Actually, it was the exact situation Keith and Lance found themselves in now, but there was a lot more at stake than just Lance getting shocked. In fact, Keith was incredibly worried. The two of them were supposed to go on a simple mission to collect some materials Coran needed for the castle, but now Lance was trapped, and it was up to Keith to get him out safely.
It was really Lance’s fault. He was goofing off and didn’t pay attention to where he was going and fell into a hole, of all things. They were on a rocky planet with endless canyons and mountains and they were warned beforehand that there were many hidden holes on the planet. It didn’t help that the planet seemed to have a constantly shifting surface meaning that Lance couldn’t get out the way he came. Luckily Pidge had recently installed mini BLIP tech sensors into their suits, so Lance was able to use that to create a map of the cave system below. The only problem was that Lance couldn’t view his own map since the sensor was only programmed to send to other paladins; resulting in Keith having the only map.
Keith had just made it to the entrance of a nearby cave that seemed to be the exit to the mysterious labyrinth that lay below the planet’s surface. Here he would be able to gain access to the map and lead Lance out, but the boy trapped underground was more impatient than Keith was.
“Keith? Keith!” Lance shouted over the coms.
“Calm down, Lance. I’m here. There’s no need to yell” Keith responded.
For a second all Keith could hear was Lance’s increasingly fast breathing before he finally responded, “I’m sorry but it’s pitch black down here. The suit lights help a bit, but it’s like the light is being absorbed by the blackness. I can hardly see two feet in front of me.”
“Lance, it’s okay. It’s just a little darkness.”
The paladin who never seemed to shut up was silent.
“Lance?” Keith questioned.
More silence followed by a quiet, “…yeah?”
“Are you… okay?”
Keith could hear Lance’s nervous laughter but it wasn’t anything he’d heard from the boy before. “I gotta admit, Keith. I’m afraid of the dark. This is kind of my worst nightmare.”
“Oh,” Keith said in surprise. He didn’t think Lance had any fears, but the way Lance was acting right now was all the proof he needed. “Okay, I’m right with you Lance. I’ll get you out of there. I promise. Just focus on my voice, okay?”
“You’re lucky you have such a nice one,” Lance muttered back.
Keith didn’t respond; he was too busy trying not to blush. Just then, his suit beeped, letting him know the map was finally downloaded and ready to view. “Okay, I got the map. You ready to move?”
“Okay but last time we did this, you ran me into the walls multiple times.”
“That’s because you didn’t listen to me! Plus we got through it eventually. Besides, now we actually trust each other. We got this, okay?”
“Fine, okay,” Lance sighed. “I trust you.”
“First thing, find the closest wall to you and walk two steps forward.” Keith begun.
“I swear if I run into a wall…” Lance begun.
After the first few turns, Lance seemed to relax. Instead of questioning Keith’s instructions, he started cracking jokes. Keith could still tell that Lance was nervous, but it was nice to hear him acting more like his usual self. He slowly ran out of jokes and devolved into puns that had Keith rolling his eyes despite the smirk on his face.
“Okay, you can go straight here for about twenty feet.” Keith instructed
“Hey Keith, what does Voltron use to earn more allies?”
“Purr-suasion.” Lance giggled.
Keith gave no indication to how much he was enjoying these lame puns instead saying, “Stop here. The path forks.”
“What kind of tea do you think Allura drinks?”
That one got a short snort out of Keith, and he could practically here Lance’s massive grin growing every second.
“Oh Keith I got a really good one, made especially for you.” Keith was probably hallucinating but he swore he could see Lance winking at him despite him being eight feet underground. “Why didn’t you accept being the next black paladin?”
“I don’t know, Lance. Why?”
“You had to mullet over.”
As much as Keith didn’t want to encourage Lance, he couldn’t help laughing at the stupid pun. He might talk about Lance getting on his last nerves, but in reality whenever Lance made these stupid jokes or did something cute, it resulted in Keith’s heart fluttering. For whatever reason, the silly boy made Keith feel more loved and at home than he ever did on Earth.
Keith could hear Lance laughing too; he was struggling to say something, but couldn’t through the laughter. Keith found that hilarious and laughed harder. Lance gave up as his laughter increased along with Keith’s. Every time they started to calm down, someone would begin to laugh more and the cycle would begin anew. It wasn’t until Keith was wiping tears from his eyes that they finally caught their breaths, both sighing together as they calmed down.
“I didn’t expect you to enjoy that one.” Lance finally said, giggles minimal.
Keith shrugged. “What can I say? I kind of enjoy your comments on my hair.” Keith was feeling daring now. Like he could talk to Lance easier since they couldn’t see each other.
“How? I literally make fun of it every possible second.”
“Don’t bullshit me. I know you like it. The teasing just stems from your obsession with it.”
Keith expected some sort of smartass comment in return, but Lance was silent. “Holy shit.” Keith muttered.
“What?” Lance questioned.
“You really do like my hair?”
“No?” Lance stuttered. “The style is vastly outdated and it doesn’t even look like you ever brush it. Why would I like hair that looks like it hasn’t been conditioned in ten years?”
“You like it,” Keith said in a sing-song voice. “You want to wash it. You want to comb it. You want to braid it,” he continued lengthening the vowels so it was more of a song than a statement.
Lance didn’t acknowledge the accusation and instead changed the topics, “Where to next, pretty boy?”
Keith was slightly stunned. He may have been teasing Lance, but he didn’t expect such a blatant compliment that left him stuttering out “uhs” and “ums” as he pulled up the map again. That’s when he saw something that definitely wasn’t on the map before, sending jolts of adrenaline and fear down his spine and down to his fingertips.
“Fuck,” was all he managed to say.
The map didn’t show what was actually there, only Lance’s blue dot and a menacing red diamond blinking just ten feet away from Lance. It was around the corner, but it was in the middle of the path Lance needed to take.
“Keith, buddy. That didn’t sound too good? Is everything okay?” Lance asked, nerves seeping into his voice.
“Well…” Keith started, unsure of how to tell Lance there was some sort of threat in the pitch black just feet from him. “You’re in no immediate danger” he decided to say.
Lance groaned. “Please come up with something more reassuring than ‘you are in no immediate danger.’”
“Okay?” Keith tried something different, “There’s a possibility that whatever is around the corner is friendly.”
Lance’s response was no better this time. “I really gotta teach you what ‘reassuring’ means.”
“What do you want me to do? Call you ‘baby’ and tell you everything will be okay?” Keith snipped.
“Well that wouldn’t hurt,” Lance yelled, exasperated. The pause that followed that comment was a little more than awkward. Keith had meant it as a joke, but Lance was obviously too nervous to catch onto his joking tone of voice.
Eventually, Lance cleared his throat, bringing Keith’s attention back to the situation at hand. “So is there any way to get around this mystery creature?” Lance asked. “I mean I wouldn’t mind fighting it, but I’m still winded from that fall earlier.”
“No, It’s blocking your only way out. The other paths all lead to dead ends.”
“Just my luck,” Lance muttered. “Guess I’ll just charge in blind and hope I don’t die.”
“Don’t you dare,” Keith started.
“No, it’s fine, Keith. Even if I die, you still have five functioning paladins.”
“Lance don’t joke about that,” Keith interrupted.
“Really, if I die, the universe will be fine. Voltron will still be functional,” Lance continued despite Keith’s protests.
“Lance, no.I care about you too much for you to die out here!” Keith shouted.
That seemed to shut Lance up, nothing but a quiet “oh” could be heard through the comms. Keith didn’t mean to say that, but he did. Now he was sure he had fucked up the rocky relationship Keith and Lance finally had.
He didn’t have much time to dwell on it, because all the sudden the red diamond was moving and a loud roar echoed over the intercom. He heard Lance mutter a string of curse words as Lance’s own dot moved forward on the screen.
“Holy shit, this thing is glowing” was all Lance said as he turned the corner. Keith wanted to check up on him, but didn’t want to distract him in this life-or-death situation. Instead, he just listened to the monster’s screeches, Lance’s labored breathing, and the faint sound of Lance’s bayard shooting rapidly. It was a tense couple of minutes and Keith had no way of knowing if Lance was winning or losing the battle.
Then there was silence. Not even Lance’s breathing could be heard and Keith started panicking. “Lance? Lance! I swear to god if you die on me, I will never forgive you.”
Still nothing. “Shit, I accidentally confess to my crush just to have him die on me minutes later,” Keith said to himself. Keith didn’t know when he started pacing, but just as he was turning around at the edge of the cave, he saw what seemed to be the tip of Lance’s helmet sticking out from under the ground further in the cave.
Keith rushed over there to find Lance halfway out of the wall of the cave, pinned to the ground by whatever beast he had managed to defeat. Keith fell onto his knees, and ripped the helmet off of Lance’s head. The paladin was unconscious but slowly woke as Keith gently slapped his cheeks.
He woke with a goofy grin on his face and a quiet, “Oh hey, Keith. I defeated the monster.”
Keith couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes you did. You did a great job.” he said as he checked where Lance was pinned in the hole on the side of the cave. “Let’s focus on getting you out of here, okay?”
Keith used his sword and lodged it under the beast, using it to push the body of the animal up as Lance pulled himself out from under from the monster. Keith dropped the monster as soon as Lance was free, and scrambled over to him to tackle him in a hug. Bruised and battered, Lance could hardly support himself, so Keith held him up and pressed him to his chest.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Keith whispered into Lance’s neck. They stayed like that for a while with Keith calming down from the fear of losing Lance and Lance catching his breath. Eventually, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist.
“Hey Keith?” Lance whispered. Keith just hummed in response, too lazy to answer properly. “I care about you too.”
Keith tensed. He had forgotten about his earlier confession in favor for focusing on saving Lance. He didn’t want Lance to see is face, so he just hugged Lance tighter. “Not in the same way” he responded.
“Keith…” Lance breathed. His hands moved down to Keith’s hips and said louder, “Keith, look at me.” He pushed Keith up, despite Keith’s protests. Despite being hurt, he still managed to break out of Keith’s hold..
Lance reached a hand up to brush Keith’s hair out of the way, helmet long abandoned from when he thought Lance was dead. Lance smiled as he rested his hand against Keith’s reddened cheek. “I’ve had a crush on you since I first laid eyes on you in the Garrison,” Lance whispered.
Keith’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, “I didn’t even know who you were back then.”
Lance laughed then. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t know who you were,” Lance explained. “You stole my heart and you didn’t know I existed.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“What for?” Lance chuckled. “This might be the best day of my life.”
Keith smiled shyly, “Really?” he muttered as he finally brought up his gaze to meet Lance’s eyes.
Lance was staring sweetly and reached his hand behind Keith’s neck to pull him closer and closer until their noses were just touching. “Definitely,” he whispered before he pulled Keith in for a kiss.
Lance’s lips were softer than Keith imagined. His lips moved gently against Keith’s own and Keith hesitantly mimicked Lance’s own movements. It was a slow kiss, neither of them worried about rushing into something more. Keith’s hands were tingling, but they remained on Lance’s sides, gripping the paladin suit that kept their bodies separated.
Eventually Keith pushed Lance away and chuckled softly as Lance’s lips still remained perked even after Keith pulled away. “Come on, Lance. We need to get you into a cryopod.” Keith told him.
Lance groaned, “But I don’t wanna.”
Keith laughed as he stood up, “You’re such a child.” He reached a hand out to help Lance up, but the boy just reached both arms out in a wide gesture.
“Carry me?” Lance asked, pout firmly in place.
Keith contemplated for a second, “Only because you’re hurt, idiot.”
It was Lance’s time to laugh, “So you’re gonna call me names despite the fact we just kissed?”
“Us kissing doesn’t negate the fact that you’re an idiot,” Keith smirked.
“Rude,” Lance muttered.
“Yeah, but you like it.”
Lance smirked as Keith picked him up bridal style, “Yeah, I really do.”
sometimes I think about how people in europe (and esp france and spain) didn’t fucking bathe back in the middle ages to avoid sexual thoughts and I just. Imagine aph france and spain never living down how absolutely revolting they used to smell. Humans at least had to bathe when it became a medical problem or an emergency but nations don’t really have medical issues like that? So theoretically they can get away with being way nastier for way longer. Imagine russia, whose people did bathe, visiting frace with his delegates and being like wtf? are you dying? what’s wrong with you? Imagine germany one day admitting to italy that he sometimes feels awkward interacting with france because he’s so suave and crisp and clean and germany feels like he always smells a little of sweat and dirt. Italy just chokes on his coffee and is like omg don’t even worry about it he’s absolutely the last person alive that could possibly judge you for how you smell holy shit