Request: Hi! I really love your stories! Could you please do a fic where reader is partially deaf so she can read peoples lips to help her understand people, then she accidentally reads Peters lips and he’s talking about her?
A/N: Wow i’m sorry I’m such a slow writer, jeez. Sorry for being slow at this. I also hope this is what you were looking for. I’m sorry I was too lazy to do research on being partially deaf.
You were Michelle’s best friend, or only friend, as she called you. You were good friends with Peter and Ned as well. You were in marching band with Peter, well, before he quit. But you were also on the Decathlon team with them.
You didn’t find yourself seeing Peter and Ned outside of school very often anymore. Not since Peter got his internship with Tony Stark.
You had been partially deaf since you were younger. This had always been an extreme struggle for you because of how much you love music. You could still hear some things. You could hear the chatter in the cafeteria at lunch, but you couldn’t really make out anything anyone was saying. In band you could still feel the beat, which really helped.
Although, over the years, you’ve somewhat mastered reading people’s lips. It was how you would take notes in class, understand what your friends were saying, and essentially everything else.
Most of the time you would sit at a lunch table with Michelle, at the table next to Peter and Ned. It was hard for you to pay attention to an entire conversation. Everyone was always nice about it, especially Peter.
When you sat down for lunch with Peter, Michelle, and Ned, they were already deep in conversation.
“Hey Y/N,” Peter smiled.
“Hi Peter,” you said
You smiled at Ned and Michelle too.
Michelle had her head stuck in a book, so you tried to pay attention to what Peter and Ned were talking about.
“Are you going to tell her?” Ned asked Peter
“Tell who what?” You asked, inserting yourself into the conversation
“Oh it’s nothing,” you read off Peter’s lips.
“Please, Parker. I know you well enough to know when you’re lying,”
“I think you should tell Y/N,” Ned said
“I also think you should tell Y/N” you said
Peter turned his head to the side and whispered something to Ned.
“Come on Peter, that’s not fair at all,”
Ned shrugged and continued to listen to Peter speak. Eventually Peter turned around to face you once again.
“Sorry, Y/N. That was on a need to know basis,”
“Not fair at all, Peter,”
After lunch you headed to your chemistry class with Peter and Ned. You sat a few benches in front of them. Every once and a while you would turn around and see the two talking.
You attempted to read their lips to see what they were talking about. You were still curious as to what Peter wouldn’t tell you at lunch.
You stared at Ned and Peter for a while, but you were only able to make out a few words here or there. For a moment you thought you saw Peter say your name, but he turned to look at you so you immediately looked away.
You were sure that they were probably talking about lunch. What else would they be talking about?
When class was over, you tried to catch up with Peter to walk with him to your next class,
“So are you ever going to tell me this secret of yours?” You asked Peter
You turned to him to read his response
“Which secret?” He teased
“The one you and Ned were talking about at lunch, and last period. I saw you say my name, Peter. I know something’s up,”
“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” Peter said as you walked into your physics classroom.
It was now really bugging you why Peter wouldn’t tell you what was going on. But you really had no way to talk to Peter in this class, he sat too far away.
You pulled out your phone and sent him a message
Y/N: Do you not trust me or something?
Peter:Of course I trust you!
Y/N: then what’s going on with you
Peter: Well my “secret” is something I want to tell you but I’m just not ready to.
Y/N: it can’t be that bad
Peter:No, but i’m kinda worried about how you will react
Y/N:What if I promised I would react in an appropriate fashion
Y/N:Please, Peter. Its not like you’re Spiderman or anything right?
Y/N: Cause if you were I’d have to kick your ass, you know that right
Peter:I don’t even know what to say to that
Y/N:Oh my god. Are you Spiderman?
Y/N: I mean that would explain your abs and oh damn
Peter:When have you seen me shirtless…
Y/N:Me? WHo? I dont know what you’re talking about.
Y/N:Fine, so you’re not Spiderman but that still doesn’t explain the secret you’re keeping from me or your abs
Peter:I’m still so curious why you know I have abs
Y/N:Don’t ignore my question
Peter:You’re never going to let this go are you
Y/N:Of course not. You may as well just tell me.
Peter:Fine, i’ll telll you after school today in person.
Y/N: Looovveeee you Parker
Peter: Yeah, yeah
You smiled and put your phone back in your pocket. You were excited to know what Peter didn’t want you to know.
After school, you met Peter at his locker.
“So are you finally going to tell me?” You asked
Peter turned to you, “Let’s go somewhere where there are less people,”
You nodded and followed Peter into the empty music room.
“THis better be a juicy secret, Parker. I’m missing band for this,”
Peter took in a deep breath “LookY/N-ireallylikeyouandwanttodateyou” he said quickly
“Peter, I think you’re forgetting that I can’t exactly completely hear you, and when you talk like that I can’t read your lips either,”
Peter stared at you for a second before you spoke again, “Enunciate, for the love of god,”
Before Peter could speak you interrupted him again “You are Spiderman, aren’t you. I just don’t understand how you could get those abs unless you were Spiderman. Sure you do sit ups in gym, but that does not explain it,”
“Y/N? Are you done?” Peter asked
“You’re right. You couldn’t be Spiderman,”
“I could so be Spiderman,” Peter got defensive
“Eh,” you shrugged
“Look, that’s not what I wanted to tell you,”
Peter Licked his lips, “Y/N, I really like you,”
“Well, I like you too Parker, but I don’t under-OH”
“Yeah. I like you as more than a friend,”
“Oh. Well then I guess I should probably tell you that I like you are more that a friend too,”
“Yeah, and your abs aren’t even the reason why. I mean, they’re part of the reason, but only a little part,” you teased
“Jeez, Y/N, what is it with you and abs?”
You shrugged and look a few steps closer to Peter.
“So, if I like you, and you like me, and you were to ask me on a date sometime, and we went on more than one date, would that mean that sometime, eventually, I’d get to see those lovely abs of yours?”
Peter laughed, “Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”
“Yes,” you smiled.
Peter stepped forward and placed a hand on your face, and another on your hips. He slowly leaned down and pressed his lips on yours.
You leaned forwards and pressed your chest against his, slowly moving your hands under his shirt.
Peter laughed into your kiss.
“Sorry Parker, I couldn’t help myself. You’re just really pretty,”
“You’re really pretty too, Y/N,”
“So wait, that was your secret? That you have a crush on me?”
“Yes, that was my secret,”
“I think a better secret would have been if you were Spiderman,”
A/N: Hey y'all! This was sent in by the lovely anon who requested some hardcore angry sex. I kinda changed it up a lil bit because the original one i wrote I lost cuz I didn’t save it and I couldn’t get on tumblr to re look at the request! 😭 but I hope you like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤
Request: I’m begging you, full out on my knees, to make a smutty bucky one-shot that is just total hate sex. Like him and the reader just dont get along, she thinks hes too brooding and a total try hard, and he thinks shes a pampered bitch. and then one night when theyre fighting just BAM! hate sex but then they realize they actually like each other but none of them will admit it ;)) (there can be a part two, if you want, maybe,) I love your writing
“Are you fucking serious, Barnes?” you spat as you both entered the quinjet.
This was the third time in the last month he’s jeopardized a mission. The last two were purely out of spite, just to get a reaction out of you. But this time, he almost got you killed as well. To say the both of you disliked each other was a serious understatement. You fucking despised each other with a fiery passion and everyone knew it. You two were polar opposites.
When Bucky got into his little mood swings, he expected you to just shut your mouth and take it. After all, that’s what he was used to with Steve. But you weren’t anything like Steve. Not at all. You were extremely outspoken, you spoke your mind whenever and however you wanted. You weren’t anybody’s trained monkey, especially not his. So of course, when he realized you had zero amount of chill in you, all it did was piss him off even more and fuel the fire between you two.
“For fucks sake, Y/N,” he spat back just as bitterly. “Just shut your mouth for once!”
You scoffed, crossing your arms. You honestly didn’t understand his logic. So, you were supposed to just sit quiet while he screwed this entire operation up? No fucking way.
“I know you’re probably used to getting your way,” you bickered, sitting in the pilot seat and flicking on the many switches. “But I’m not everybody else.”
All though you couldn’t see him, you could tell your words hit home. The subtle rumbling of the quinjet was the only audible thing as it lifted from the ground. You, being the pilot and all, kept your focus on keeping the jet in the air. But all that went to shit as soon as you heard him say something under his breath.
“Excuse me?” you spun around in the chair.
“I said you really need to get laid. That’s probably why you’re such a bitch all the time.”
You usually had excellent composure when it came to problematic people like him, but that was your last straw. Standing up, you walked over towards him and smacked him straight across the face.
His head jolted to the side from the force. Slowly, you could see a little red handprint right where the spot was.His eyes widened at first and you immediately regretted hitting him. Reality started hitting you like a brick wall. Bucky was twice your size, not in height though. You were only two or three inches shorter, but when it came to muscle mass, he was a fucking beast.
And you just had to go and awaken it, didn’t you?
“I-I’m sorry!” you squeaked, backing away from him slowly.
He was completely silent, and that sent chills down your spine. He stepped forward, stalking towards you. His blue eyes were much darker than before, which wasn’t a good sign at all. Oh god, what if you somehow managed to send him straight into Winter Soldier mode? If that happened, there was no way on earth you’d be able to fight him off.
Your instincts finally kicked in, screaming at you to run towards the rear of the jet, which held most of the weaponry. It wasn’t the brightest idea but what else was there? You were in midair! Without another thought, you tried to slip past him.
And boy were you wrong.
With ease, Bucky’s metal and wrapped around your throat and slammed you into the wall of the quinjet. You let out a frightened squeak. He placed his flesh hand around your chin harshly, digging into the flesh. You kicked your legs, trying to at least knee him in the crotch. Nat always said that was the best defense in those situations.
Before you could do it, you felt Bucky’s lips on yours.
You went completely frozen.
You expected to be stabbed to death, certainly not this. As fucked up as it was, you couldn’t help but acknowledge how nice his lips felt against your trembling ones. His lips moved against yours expertly, his tongue running along your bottom lip. You didn’t mean to, but a small moan escaped your lips. He pressed his body into yours, easing himself between your legs.
It’s as if he could tell you were enjoying yourself. He pulled away far too soon, smirking down at your smaller self with triumph. Oh, you hated him so much.
“See?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re already a much more pleasant person and we’ve only gotten to first base.”
You wiggled in his grasp, earning nothing but an amused chuckle from him. As humiliating as it was, you were so turned on. You could feel the wetness inside your cat suit and you desperately wished it would go away.
“I hate you,” you frowned, much to Bucky’s dismay.
“I don’t hate you, Y/N.” he says, leaning in between your legs and pressing kisses along your throat. You gasped, throwing your head back. “I dislike you sometimes,” He sucked harshly on the piece of flesh just below your ear, earning a cry of pleasure from you.
“But. I. Don’t. Fucking. Hate. You.” he thrusted his hips against yours after each word, causing your breaths to stutter.
With a small, submissive moan, you spread your legs wider for him. You could feel him grin into your neck. He was enjoying this so much. With another roll of his hips, you felt your orgasm growing nearer. You let out little pants, moving your hips against his much harder. Bucky’s erection pressed against your heat, giving you a sweet mental image of how big he was.
“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your orgasm neared. “Please…I’m…I’m gonna-“
The next thing you know, Bucky’s hand released its grip on your throat. Instead, his hand went straight for your ponytail, twisting it painfully. You let out cry, reaching your hands behind your head to free yourself. He practically dragged you away from the wall, all the way until you were facing the large window of the quinjet windshield.
Bucky’s flesh hand slid down to your lower back and gave you a harsh push. Losing your balance, you felt your front collide with the dashboard, your suit pressing against the many buttons. You winced at the feeling of the buttons pressing into your torso. There was no doubt, you were going to have a dozen little triangular shaped bruises tomorrow.
Bucky’s hand gripped the zipper of your suit and slowly tugged it down. You felt the material separate down your body, leaving you exposed. His hand traced down your spine gently, taking in the feel of your feverish skin. With a groan, you rocked your behind back into his crotch. He hissed, grabbing the unzipped material and pulling it from your body, leaving you in only your underwear.
“Fuck…” you heard him whisper under his breath. His hand traced the curve of your ass gently, feeling the soft skin in his hands. He pinched it harshly, earning a cry from you. Bucky traced the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back from your body and snapping it back onto your skin.
“Bucky,” you moaned. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded anymore. You wanted him inside you so fucking bad and all he did was tease you. It was so unfair.
“You gotta ask nicely, sweetheart.” He cooed, hooking his finger underneath the waist band of your underwear and tugging them down your thighs. You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the shuffling of his pants coming off. You saw his jacket and shirt being tossed onto the pilot chair near you.
“Please, Bucky,” you tried to sound as innocent as possible. “Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad. Please…sir.”
His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips at the last word.
You were in for it now.
Without any warning, he slammed his hips into yours, his cock entering you forcefully. You let out a scream that echoed throughout the quinjet. Bucky fucked you hard and fast, his metal hand twisted into your hair. Your body jolted forward with each thrust, your nipples brushing against the many buttons beneath you.
“Oh my go-o-o-od!” you moaned, your voice stuttering with each thrust. Bucky nudged his foot with your left one, forcing your legs apart even further. You could feel each and every inch of him inside you, burying himself into your heat deeper and deeper. You placed your hands on the dashboard for support.
“You like that, you little bitch?” he asked, landing a smack onto your behind. You nodded your head furiously. He gave you another smack, this one harder than the last.
“Yes, sir!” You cried out, clenching around his cock. “I love it so fucking much!”
He threw his head back at the feeling, letting out a string of Russian curses. You didn’t understand what he said, but it was still probably the hottest thing you’ve seen. The way his abs flexed each time he crashed into you sent a wave of arousal over you.
For the second time, you felt your orgasm creeping up. You were so fucking close, so close. You just needed it a little bit harder.
Your thighs began to tremble from the approaching euphoria; your eyes closed on their own accord. You could feel your juices on Bucky’s thighs, dripping down your own onto the ground. The sounds that escaped your mouth were so fucking dirty and borderline pornographic, but it only seemed to please Bucky even more.
With a scream of his name, you came on Bucky’s cock. Your pussy tightened around him, milking him into his own release. Bucky fell against your back, his hips stuttering as he neared his own finish. You whimpered, feeling the aftershocks of his thrusts. You could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. You reached your hand behind you, slipping it between the two of you and began massaging his balls.
And that was it for him.
“Fuck, Y/N!” he shouted into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours a final time. You could feel his come coat your walls, filling you up. You wiggle from underneath him, accidentally clenching around his cock. His let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips.
“I think my hips are broken.” You whisper, peering over your shoulder. All jokes aside, you could already feel the soreness building in your hip area. Jesus, you won’t be able to sit down for at least a few days. Damn Bucky and his super soldier cock.
“I don’t hate you,” he admitted softly into your shoulder, completely ignoring your previous statement. Your eyes widened. “I never really did dislike you, either.”
You turned your head to the side. “Then why do you treat me like you do?” you ask, staring at the wall of the quinjet. This was more than just shocking. You were actually convinced that he hated you with his entire being. So what was going on?
“I’m not exactly good at expressing love correctly,” he confessed, letting out a small laugh. But you could tell there was no humor behind it.
“Love?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised.
“I love you, Y/N,” he shifted so that he was right by your ear now. “I have for a while now.”
You couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your face even if you wanted to.
You sigh dramatically. “I guess I kinda, sorta, maybe love you, too. But only if you promise to do this every time we fight.”
He let out a laugh, sending vibrations down your spine.
Hey cutie! Could you please do The8 from friends to lovers, if you have time. I love him so much so I would be super happy if you could do this request ❤❤
of course i can!!! and thank you for the other messages you’ve sent me cheering me on,,i have them all saved mwah~~ find woozi (here), wonwoo (here), s.coups (here), dk (here) & joshua (here)
you guys became friends after an argument,,,,,,,,,literally,,,,,,,
there was only one popsicle in your favorite flavor left at the 7/11 and you most certAINLY weren’t going to give it up to this random,,,tall,,,,,,,skinny boy,,,,,,,,
and the8 was glaring daggers back at you because his hand was already on the treat
and you’d tried to reason that you’d been in the store longer,,,,,,while the8 explained that his hand touched the popsicle first
and you guys could have literally stood there for the next hour,,,,but thankfully fifteen minutes later the manager came by and took the popsicle and dropped in the hands of a kid waiting near the counter
and before you or the8 could as much as speak, the kid was already unwrapping it and taking his first bite
that episode ended up with you and the8 standing outside if the 7/11,,,,,,,without popsicles,,,,,,,,,pouting simultaneously
you both blamed the other person and left pissed,,,,,,,only to find each other again the next evening in the same 7/11,,,,,,,,
and basically this became a habit,,,,,,,you and the8 seeing each other in this grocery store and always getting into a little argument over cereal brands or soda preferences
until it just became playful sarcastic banter and ,,,, you two actually started enjoying seeing each other,,,,,,,to the point where,,,maybe you weren’t 7/11 enemies but you know,,,,,,,,friends
and ok so maybe a couple of times you guys even walked home together from the 7/11,,,maybe bought some snacks together from street vendors,,,,,,,,maybe exchanged numbers,,,,,,,,,
ok you guys are friends LOL even if sometimes the8 teases you when you ask for bites of his food and he’s like oH are we buddies now??? and you’re like b OY you snapchatted me like an hour ago to invite me to hangout with you yes we’re friends now give me your food-
but one day you bump into the8 on a day where you didn’t plan to hangout together but,,,,,,you know he comes over to you and you’re in the supermarket looking confusingly at vegetables and the8 is like ruffling your hair and asking you whats up
and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,i have to cook something,,,,,my friends sick and i want to make him soup but,,,,,,,idk,,,,,,,how to do that,,,,,,
and the8 raises an eyebrow and is like “him? friend? boyfriend?” and you’re like LOL no,,,,,,,,i wISH,,,,,,but yeah no can you put eggplants into a soup-”
but before you can pick up anything, the8 puts his hand over yours and is like “ill help you. no need to ask, i can see the desperation in your face” and you’re like heY DONT make fun of me rn,,, and he just smirks and takes your basket and starts filling it up with all these ingredients as you follow him around
and you ask him what this and that is and he’s like don’t worry, i know what im doing. trust me
and you don’t know,,,,,,how much you can,,,,,but the8 might be more helpful than a recipe off the internet so when you guys buy everything you invite him over
and for a moment,,,,,you don’t catch it,,,,,but the8 clears his throat with nervousness because,,,,well honestly this is his first time over at your place like this,,,,,, but he puts on a cool face and is like ok ok where’s your kitchen
and it’s cute,,,,,he makes some comment on how it’s a little messy but he expects it from you and you’re like HEY AGAIN WITH THE TEASING and he just laughs and you’re watching him,,,,,,,prepare everything like some kind of pro
and he’s got his sleeves rolled up as he’s dicing vegetables and he looks,,,really handsome and you’re like no no no whaT are you thinking this is the boy who has embarrassing nicknames for you and you get into petty arguments with him,,,,,,,but,,,,,,,,
and you look to see his concentrated gaze, how lean but still athletically built he is and you’re like oh ,,,,, oh no
and suddenly the8 is like “napkin,,,,can you hand me one,,,im sweating -” and you’re like oH right!!! and you get some from a shelf and come over carefully, dabbing at the sweat above his eyebrows
and the8 freezes because,,,,this is the first time you’ve touched him like this,,,,and before you know it your eyes meet and you stop too and ,,,,,,the8 is looking at you,,,,,intensely,,,,,and you can feel your cheeks heat up but you can’t???? look away either???? it’s like a spell is cast over you too
and the8′s vision flickers down to your lips than back to your eyes
and it’s like a scene out of a movie,,,,he puts down the knife he’s using for chopping and you put down the napkin and he’s suddenly so close,,,close enough for you to feel his breathing on your skin and,,,,,,,,then it’s like this situation calls for only one action,,,,,and when his lips settle on yours,,,,,,,,,,,,
it feels like the kitchen and the world has melt away
and ,,,,,,,,,, who knew about all this tension,,,,, between you two but also this ,,,,emotional attachment you two had grown and didn’t even know about,,,,,
but when the8 pulls back and you’re both staring at each other again you’re like ,,,, stuttering over your words but trying to say you need to hurry up you told your friend you’d come over by 8
and the8,,,,,in the most serious tone goes “ill go with you.” and you’re like ??!???? why,,,,,and he’s like “i don’t want you taking care of another man, ill help you out so he knows you’re just being a good friend.”
you want to roll your eyes,,,,,but also the words make you feel excited and you poke the8′s back as he’s cooking again and you’re like ,,,,,, “hey,,,,,,,,does that mean you’re the man i can take care of?~~” and he’s like HA i think you’d just make me more si-” but before he finishes he turns to see you pouting again and he pulls you into another hug and is like im joking, of course from now on : only take care of me, and ill only take care of you.”
Summary: In which losing someone shouldn’t be so effortless, but your friend does it without thinking twice.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,290
A/N: Title inspired by Over My Head by the Fray. This is for anyone who had a friend abandon them for no reason (that you’re aware of) and who felt the sting of that loss.
@avengerstories - you’re honestly the queen of editing and I’d be lost without you.
Your silence is something Bucky is unfamiliar with. For as long as he’s known you, you’ve always had something to say. When he first arrived at the tower and refused to say a word, you were there to talk enough for the both of you. He didn’t tell you then, but it was the thing that comforted him most during those early days.
Your silence is something Bucky doesn’t know what to do with. It comes out of the blue and makes him question what’s wrong. Or more correctly, what he did wrong. You still let him hug you whenever he wants and kiss you until the both of you are gasping for air, yet he still can’t help but wonder.
Your silence makes Bucky nervous because what could have possibly happened to turn you into a shadow of the person you once were?
Sitting at the table in the kitchen, you played with your phone. It was already dark, the house empty with all the lights turned on only by you. On the counter, a plate of food sat wrapped around with plastic wrap.
You waited without a real care, only moving your head up when you heard the door open up.
“Jin~” Running up to him, you hugged him tightly, surprising him as he had to catch himself from falling.
“Y/n? What are you doing still awake.” He looked over your shoulder to the clock on your microwave. “It’s one in the morning.”
Moving off of him, you quickly turned around. You made your way to the granite counter, grabbing the plat before turning around. “I thought you would be hungry, so I made you dinner.”
His look on you was soft and full of gratitude. Walking over to you, he wrapped you arm around your waist in a loving fashion. You didn’t think anything of it, instead welcoming the feeling until you saw him moving closer to your face.
Realizing what his intentions were, you quickly moved back. He was shocked, facial expression dropping as he showed an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry.”
You felt bad, knowing you had hurt him. Putting down the plate, you stood directly in front of him. Looking up, your eyes flitted to the side before going back to him. “I haven’t kissed anyone before.”
Jin looked confused, smile gone and replaced with a straight line. “What?”
Speaking up louder, you made sure to explain to him. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet. I didn’t want to disappoint you, or mess up, so I moved away.”
Jin smiled at that, moving closer to you before grabbing your hands.
“You could never disappoint me; if you’re afraid of that, then let me teach you.”
Namjoon/ Rap Monster:
Namjoon was at his computer, typing away as you watched the tv. Flipping through the channels, you found nothing, opting to just turn it off all together.
Noticing your boredom, Namjoon set his work aside, putting all attention on you. “What’s wrong?”
You heard his voice, looking at him while crossing your legs. “Just bored, that’s all.”
Nodding his head, he thought for a second. “Well, what would you like to do?”
Shrugging your shoulders you moved to lay on top of him. Wrapping your arm around his waist while putting your head on his chest. “I don’t know.”
Namjoon held you closer, moving you up while taking this moment as one to kiss you.
Feeling him on the top of you head, you giggled. He started moving down from the top of your head, to your forehead, down to your cheek bone before starting to move to your lips.
Feeling where he was going you stopped him.
He paused, searching your face for what was wrong. Licking your lips, you looked down at him, knowing you should warn him before he moved any further. “I- I’ve never kissed before.”
Your cheeks burned slightly, looking at his face from under your eyelashes before you noticed him smile at you.
“Do you want me to teach you?” Nodding your head, he moved onto your lips. Locking them together, you relished in the feeling, wanting to keep it going before he moved away.
Licking his lips, he grabbed your chin to kiss you again.
“I think I’m going to have to teach you a little more.”
You were at a park, sitting underneath a tree with your head on Yoongi’s lap. Eyes closed, you let the wind blow and calm you, swaying you to sleep as Yoongi wrote on a piece of paper above you.
Feeling yourself drifting off, you heard a voice from above you.
“Kiss me really quickly.”
Shooting your eyes open, you scurried away from him. “Wh- wh- wh- wh- what?”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you were insane. “I said kiss me really quickly.”
Shaking you head, you looked back at him wide eyed. “Wh- why?”
Sighing, Yoongi moved over to your direction. “I feel like I’m missing something for the next part of this song, so I need you to kiss me.”
Freaking out, you didn’t know how to tell him your long kept secret. “Why do I need to kiss you for that?”
Getting closer to you, he explained. “To spark inspiration.”
Your mind went blank, unable to form a sentence as he moved his lips onto yours. At the last second, your hand flew over your mouth, blocking him from doing anything.
Feeling an object that wasn’t expected, Yoongi moved back. Wiping his mouth, he gave you a slightly irritated and confused look. “Why did you do that?”
Removing you hand off your lips, you felt his harsh look on you. “Because you just came to me.”
“So? It’s just a kiss y/n.” He looked slightly mad, not understanding as you spoke loudly towards him, unable to keep back your reasoning behind your actions.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before!” Yoongi’s face dropped, looking at you as your felt your body shrink into it’s self. “I didn’t know what to do, so I put my hand up. I’m sorry.”
Realizing how awful he had just acted towards you, he moved slowly towards you, becoming cautious as he noticed you flinch. “I should be the one apologizing, not you. I’m sorry y/n.”
Nodding your head, you moved into his arms, becoming calm again as he just held you.
“When you feel comfortable, I would be more than happy to teach you.”
You were sitting down in bed next to Hoseok. Both of you had different books in your hands, too invested in the words to turn off the lights.
Your fingers went over all of the pages, flipping them slowly after you had reached the bottom. You were on a specific word, getting to the climax of the story when Hoseok’s voice came from next to you.
“Could you kiss me?”
Your head shot up from its position. Looking over to his direction, his eyes were intent on you. Shying away from him, you felt you hands start to get clammy.
“Uh, w-why?” He shrugged, setting his book down and shifting to a more comfortable position.
“A part in my book just had the girl kissing the guy and I just thought that would be nice right now.” He seemed like he really wanted to, not moving onto you, but coming out and saying what he wanted.
You had been dating for awhile and had never kiss. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was just that, “I’ve never actually kissed before.”
Hoseok looked shocked. “Really?”
Nodding your head, you confessed to him. “I always just brushed it off with other people, sort of how I have with you for awhile. I don’t want to do anything wrong is all.”
Moving over to you, he came close to your face. “Can I teach you then?”
You didn’t move away, instead nodding your head as he moved into you. Feeling him against your mouth, you instantly relaxed. When he moved off of you, you wanted more.
He saw you chasing after him, smiling to himself before licking his lips.
“I think I may have to teach you for awhile.”
Waiting on the couch by the front door, your were eating a quick snack. It was late, way later than you would be able to stay up if it wasn’t for your day off tomorrow.
You had just put a forkful of cake into your mouth, when you heard the lock click. Soon after, the sound of footsteps made you shoot your head back, gulping down your food before hopping from your place on the couch.
Running forward, you jumped onto Jimin, being stabilized by his hold while laughing into his neck.
“Welcome home Jiminie!” Laughing with you, Jimin moved you lightly off of him, getting a good look at your face.
“What are you doing up y/n? I told you to go to sleep and I would be there tomorrow.” Smiling widely, you nodded at him, pulling him to sit on the couch before he even took his coat off.
“I know, I know, but when I heard you would be back tonight, I couldn’t sleep.” Jimin watched you attaching yourself to him, rubbing your head before taking off his own coat.
“It’s four in the morning y/n, we’re going to be sleeping all day at this rate.” Jimin pulled you onto his lap, going back to his previous actions and playing with your hair.
You turned your head to look up at him, chin digging onto his chest while playing with his shirt. “That’s fine, I like the night better. Plus, we can drink hot chocolate while watching the snow fall in the dark.”
Jimin looked down at you, loving how childish you were being before noticing something on the side of your mouth. Moving his hand under you chin, he slid his thumb along it before cleaning you off.
Feeling your lips under his touch, he started moving closer to you before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”
You were shocked at his words, wanting him to, but still afraid. Deciding on just telling him your secret, you nodded you head. “You can, but you need to know that this is my first kiss, so it may not be good.”
Jimin laughed at that, moving his mouth onto yours before sighing into the feeling. You couldn’t get enough, getting the hang of it quickly before he moved off of you.
Rubbing his finger over your lower lip for a second time, he stared at them, moving back for round two after speaking with a lower tone.
“You know what they say, practice makes perfect.”
Walking down the street, many shops passed by you. On either side, clothing and unneeded items shone through the opposite side of their windows.
Taehyung was stuck to your side, multiple bags weighing down his arms as you reached out to take one.
“Here, let me help you.” You weren’t holding anything, feeling bad at your boyfriends struggles while he quickly moved away from you, a large smile plastered on his face.
You pouted, reaching out again towards him as he dodged your efforts. “Please~”
Taehyung laughed, thinking to himself for a second before bending down to your level. “If you give me a kiss then you can hold one bag.”
Your cheeks blushed a light side of pink. Turning your head away from him, you mumbled slightly. “I- I don’t know how.”
Taehyung looked shocked at that, eyes opened before turning into one of mischief. “What did you say?”
Quickly you turned your head back, eyes closed in embarrassment as you raised your voice at him. “I said that I don’t know how to kis-”
Suddenly, you felt something on your lips, soft and comfortable that made you melt at it’s touch. Leaning into it, you moved your lips at the same pace as the others, getting the hang of it until they were removed too fast.
“Do you get it now?”
Touching your lips lightly, you wanted to feel his again. Looking up at him, you shook your head, whispering your words only loud enough for him to hear. “No, I think I need to try again.”
Chuckling, he leaned down again, stopping only centimeters away from you as his own eyes looked into yours.
“We can try as many times as you want.”
Sitting in front of the television, you both were playing a game, competing against each other in a battle to the death. Your seventh win for the day left you rolling around laughing, while Jungkook kept staring at the tv in disbelief or what had just happened.
“One more time y/n.” Jungkook looked at you desperately, already holding the game controller with a finger ready to restart the game.
Shaking your head, you sat upright. “Why? There’s no reason to. I’ve already won and you can’t beat me.”
Jungkook smiled at you,a look on his face that made you slightly nervous. “How about a bet?”
He nodded his head. “A bet.”
You didn’t have a good feeling about this, already knowing you may regret what he was about to say.
“Come on y/n. What? Are you scared you’re going to loose?” Hearing his teasing voice, your competitive side came out, a new fire surging through you as it replaced the once nervous one.
“You’ll beat me when pigs fly.” Jungkook handed you your controller, clicking restart as he chuckled at you.
“We’ll see about that y/n, we’ll see.”
Twenty minutes later an you were stumped. How was this even possible to happen?
Jungkook laughed next to you, doing a lame victory dance before turning around towards you. “Now about that bet.”
You suddenly removed your attention from you loss, looking at him before swallowing hard. “Wh-what’s the bet.”
Smirking, Jungkook sat down next to you. You turned towards him, waiting for his words as they came at you like a bullet.
Your mouth went completely dry, all comprehension of the world gone as he started moving towards you making you back up in the opposite direction.
“Wa-wait. I don’t- I don’t know it this is a good idea.”
Jungkook chuckled at your stumbling of words, teasing you further along with your movements along the couch. “Why? Am I not good enough for you.”
Looking side to side, you didn’t know what to do. Hitting the end of your seat, he kept coming to you, basically on top of your body as you yelled out. “I’ve never kissed before!”
Jungkook’s body stopped, still on top of you as you opened your eyes to meet his confused one. “You’ve never…kissed?”
Nodding your head, you were embarrassed.
Jungkook was not only your boyfriend but your best friend, a friend who had gotten a lot when it came to people in bed. He always assumed the same of you, thinking of his actions as just another teasing until he saw your reaction. Cupping your face, he moved closer to you, stopping right before reaching you as you looked at him.
“Wha- what are you-”
“Can I kiss you?” Your head nodded of it own accord, giving him permission which he took right away.
Feeling him on you, you squeaked at first. It was weird, something that you didn’t expect to happen this way. Still, you didn’t reject him, allowing him to lead your movements as you followed.
Moving off of you, he looked down at you, smiling at your almost sleepy face as you looked at his face.
Glancing out the window, a persons tv was visible on the other side, a commercial for the local deli showing an unimaginable scene. Bursting out laughing, Jungkook pointed behind you, causing you to turn around as your eyes went wide with his voice.
“Looks liked I really do only beat you when pigs fly.”
this was inspired by something @key-called-home said, but i don’t remember what. i dont know if it makes any sense bc i just kinda put everything out there and it made me cry but oh well enjoy
Here he is. With his back against the wall, face turned towards
Neil, here he is. There’s a cat in between them, and one at Andrew’s feet, the
window must not be closed all the way because cold, biting wisps of air hit
Andrew’s face, but here he is. Neil’s eyes are closed, and it’s a rare occasion
when Andrew gets to see him like this. He looks, for all intents and purposes,
like he shouldn’t be here. Fast asleep he looks a lot less like the smart mouth
Andrew knows and a lot more like someone who should never have been with The
Foxes to start with, but here he is.
Alo! Psh, so, CORAN AND LANCE BONDING MOMENT BC YES. This is like the fourth chapter of Don’t Put Out the Glow fic I have in my Ao3, but yeah! You can read it separetly.
The main point here is that Lance is beated up as hell (that happens in chapter 1) and he’s bed resting and the team takes turn to watch over him and take care of him and this time it was Coran’s turn!!
But like I said, *shrugs* you don’t have to, just know that Lance is emotional and beated up bc of their last mission.
Ps. I have the hc that Alteans’s language was …well greek bc I’m not creative enough to come up with cute nicknames in alien language SO GREEK:
kardiá liontarioú (greek) means lion heart. mikró ílio (also greek) means little sun.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
“And there I was: Alone with only my flubber and my tutter with at least fifty hundred Deditions. It was hopeless for any Altean…except for me! I stared at the eye of Death smugly and attacked without mercy. Victory was so close I could taste it, quite literal because one of the Deditions fell into my mouth, I might add. Time became slow and it was as I was in a hurricane and there was no escape but do you know what I did, my boy?”
“What did you do, Coran?” Lance asks quietly, smiling softly at the Altean as he takes a sip from his cup.
“I beat every single one of those Deditions! It was the most satisfying victory of all, my boy!”
The brunet giggles under his breath. “But, Coran, aren’t Deditions like small puppies?”
“My boy! Their piles of cuddles and big shiny eyes could kill an entire army! No one is able to resist their cuteness!”
“You can survive any outside cuteness when you see this face every day, my boy.” Coran says proudly as he points at his own face and he grins when the brunet laughs gleefully.
“Can’t argue with that logic.”
Coran smiles as he watches Lance chuckle softly. The brunet still has a big bump on his right side of his head, the corner of his lower lip is covered in dried blood and his eye is not as swollen as before but still sensitive and red.
Lance still looks bad but the bright smile on his face tunes out every visible injury and Coran can’t be more grateful with the universe for allowing him to see that smile.
“You know,” He starts after a few minutes in silence, voice gentle and longing, his eyes still looking at Lance fondly, “You remind me of my son.”
Lance’s laughter stops abruptly and then turns his head towards Coran, mouth wide open in surprise and then he’s frowning concern.
“Coran –” He starts, voice small and hesitant but Coran cuts him off by standing from the chair and walking towards the brunet, taking seat on the corner of the bed besides Lance.
“He was a good lad. He had his mother’s hair and eyes but besides that he was a mini me.” Coran chuckles, crossing his right leg across his left one and dropping his elbow on it, resting his chin against his open palm, “His mother used to say that we should have named him Coran Jr; saying that it fitted him better with his wild personality and loud upbeat voice.”
Lance licks his lips nervously and then speaks in small voice, “What was his name?”
“Lyon.” Coran replies calmly, “His name was Lyon.”
Heya fam! I knowww I’m supposed to be on a break and yes I am seeing your
requests (and I’ve even started a few of them) but I was thinking last night and
well … I kinda came up with this. Let me know if it’s something you’d like
to see continued maybe in the future?? Okay SERIOUSLY THIS TIME, adios
*** Warnings - Language
*** This is unedited?? Like just about everything else i post these days? sorry.
“Y/n? I’m Tom, nice to meet you.” A voice called from behind
me. I turned around see the familiar golden locks of Tom, the production
manager of Shawn Mendes’ world your, and- for the next three months- my boss. Tom
had hired me to assist him with the visuals on Shawn’s tour. I was only and
intern, the pay was shit, but still… I was going on our with Shawn Mendes.
I smiled a took hold of his extended hand, shaking it
slightly. “It’s nice to meet you.” I said nervously. “Very nice to meet you.”
He smiled and led me towards the arena where the Show that
night would be held. “You came just in time. I was just about to set everything
up for tonight’s visuals but maybe you’d like to do it? Give me a feel of what
your skill level is.”
“I’d love to!” I exclaimed.
“I like the enthusiasm.” He said with a chuckle as we stepped
through the door.
The inside of the arena was not at all what I was expecting.
Everyone was rushing somewhere, yelling orders to someone else. I was
immediately put into a state of alertness, ready to spring into action.
and their Hearlines series which is amazing by the way. I hope you don’t get angry or anything. Plot idea goes to you. If you don’t like me using your idea all you have to do is inbox me and I’ll take it down.
You groaned as you were shook awake. I had the worst headache ever. You looked around confused. “The hell?“ You asked you realized you were tied to a chair. “Well well sleeping beauty has awaken.” You heard someone chuckle from behind you. You shivered as you recognized the voice.
“Joker.” You whispered. “That’s me! Hi there darling!” Joker grinned as he appeared in front of you.
“Are you ready for the grand show doll?” Joker asked as he paced around you. “Grand show? What the hell are you talking about?” You asked confused. “You see Y/N I know who Batsy is. And I found out how to hurt him. Crush him.” Joker said. “You’re his heart Y/N. And I’m going to use you to hurt the Batman.” Joker grinned and raised his crowbar, swinging. You cried out as the crowbar connected with your stomach.
“I wonder if any of your soulmates will come? Hmm, both of them are stuck on someone else. Bats with Miss. Kyle. Supes with Lane. They just left you poor Y/N all alone.” Joker said as he lifted the his crowbar again. “Baby I’m gonna give you the beating of a lifetime.” Joker said hitting you with his crowbar repeatedly.
“Babe we have to talk.” You said as Clark walked into the apartment. “Look Y/N honey I have to go. I’m in a hurry.” He says as he rushes past you to you shared bedroom.
“Go where? You’ve been putting off our talk for the past three days!” You yelled getting frustrated.
“Me and Lois are working on a story Y-” You cut him off. “Lois? It’s always about Lois! It’s like she’s your favorite person in the fucking world! It’s Lois did this, Lois did that! You know what fuck Lois, Clark! Do you even give a shit about me?! Huh?!”
Clark looked at you wide eyed. “I’m leaving Clark…and if you let me walk though this door I promise you, you’ll never see me again.” You said as you grabbed your suitcase that was sitting by the couch. Clark didn’t say anything and you realized he didn’t care. “I see how it is. Have fun with her Clark.”
“Bruce!” You said as he opened the door. “What do you want Y/N? I’m busy right now.” He snapped. “Who pissed in your tea?” He glowered at you. “Get to the point. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with your alien?” Your eyes narrowed as you realized Bruce was jealous.
“You’re jealous. I’ve told you a thousand times Bruce, I love you. I love you both the same.” Bruce scoffed. “I’m always the second choice Y/N. I’ve always been. The alien always comes before me!”
“It’s because I’ve known him longer! You’d never let me in!” You replied. “Bruce! Are you coming back anytime soon?” You heard a female voice yelled from inside. “Is that Selina?” You asked looking at Bruce. “Yes. And if you dont have anything important to say I suggest you leave.”
“Bruce! Wait do-” He slammed the door in your face.
“Oh Y/N baby does it hurt?” Joker chuckled as he looked over your bloodied body. You coughed up blood. “Y'know I sent an invitation to Bats, Big Blue and the Justice League. But it seems they didn’t care enough to come! No one’s gonna save poor Y/N!” You groaned looking up at Joker with tear-filled eyes. As much as it hurted Joker was telling the truth.
“You know I’m right baby.” Joker says as runs the crowbar over your body. “I like you a lot Y/N but you fuck with Bats so I have to kill you.” Joker says as he turns to the camera that was filming. “Bats you’re gonna fail to save someone again. Failure is all you’re good at y'know. You failed to save your parents, Rachel Dawes, little Robin and now poor Y/N.” Joker said smirking at the camera.
“Precious Y/N…Boys it’s too bad that neither of you appericated this beauty while he/she was alive.” Joker said as he turned back to you, caressing your face.
“Any last words darling? No goodbye to your soulmates?” He asked. You shook your head. “No threating that your soulmates are coming to avenge your death?” Joker asked. “No.”
“Oh well, Y/N you have one minute until this bomb goes off. Wish you luck!” Joker threw the bomb down on the ground. “Maybe if you weren’t soulmates with Bats I’d keep you all to myself.” With that the Joker started the timer and placed it in your lap. “See around Y/N” He walked out the room laughing.
You pulled at your bound wrist as hard as you could but you couldn’t get loose. The timer peeped and you looked down in horror. The Joker lied! He said a minute it’s only been fifteen seconds!
Beep. Beep. BOOM! The whole building exploded. Joker stood outside a bit ways away from the burning building. “Puddin’ it was true? Batsy and Big Blue really didn’t care about
their soulmate.” Harley Quinn said to Joker.
“Frost you sent that video?” Joker asked turning to the man. “Just did boss.” Joker chuckled. “I can’t wait to see their faces.”
You’re on the verge of sleep, just moments away from slipping into the euphoric slumber you’ve been craving since you woke up this morning, when your phone rings. Just like that, the tendrils of unconsciousness release their hold on your mind and disappear without any farewells or second glances. You groan angrily, both at yourself for not putting your phone on silent and at the person who’s chosen to call you this late at night. You want to ignore the call out of spite, but there’s no reason to. Sleep has evaded you and you’re officially wide-awake, again.
“Yes?” You say into the phone, having accepted the call without bothering to check the caller ID. You’re hoping that, if you keep your eyes closed, you’ll be able to trick your body into getting back to sleep.
“Did I wake you up?”
You don’t have to pull your phone away from your ear to identify the caller. You heard this voice only a couple of hours ago. But at that time, it wasn’t swimming in remorse like it is now. “Bucky?”
Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1025
A/N: Here is the first full part! Both taglists are open. Please leave feedback. This is going to break my heart.
Sokovia was her home. She grew up running through the
beautiful landscapes with her siblings. She grew up knowing that one day all
the fields and towns would be hers to rule, but of course that came with a
price. It was one she was willing and prepared to pay. A loveless marriage was
the consequence of being Queen. She always knew that, but it still didn’t make
the price any easier.
Since the early age of three she had known her future
husband. James Buchanan Barnes was his name. He was the future king of Romania.
She would take her thrown before him because her parents were set to stand down
from the thrown on her seventeenth birthday. Bucky was set to take the thrown
one year after her.
Do u have any richjake hcs???? PLS I NEED MORE MAKE EM SMUTTY, MAKE EM FLUFFY, MAKE EM ANGSTY, I DON'T CARE!!!! I WANT A LOT
oh boy oh boy anon christmas is coming early this year lets get the show started
- jake is the little spoon no questions asked
- one night jake just plopped himself in front of rich, curled his legs up and wrapped richs arm around him and rich was like :00!! and pulled jake against his chest while snuggling into him
- rich is very competitive
- one time the squip squad went to hilltop or someplace like that and he goes beast during laser tag theres no mercy whatsoever he will shoot anyone. one time jake was like “hey you wanna team up?” and rich was like “haha yeah sure :)” but he shoots jake and sprints off and jake is like BRO!!! rich will not put up with teaming up he is a lone wolf and he will win this game on his own
Hello! Could you do a hoseok mermaid au please? I just really find that concept real cute :)) and and i just wanna say i love your bloggg !
really felt like writing some hoseok,,,,so here you go!!!
is a merman,,,,but his lower part is smooth and not scaley,,,it’s more similar to a shark than to a fish
he has double fins near his hips and some scars around them because he’s always trying to get up close to new coral and new fish that he hasn’t seen before and his friends jin and yoongi always tell him to watch himself,,,,,but hoseok kind of lives for adventure and never listens so,,,
his skin is a golden tan but once you get to the gills near his neck it turns slightly blue like his tail with small speckles running from below his jaw up into his cheekbones
wears shark teeth earrings that taehyung made him
when he smiles it’s like ,,,,,,there’s sunshine underwater????? rumor has it it reflects up into the sky???
but also when he smiles u can see that some of his teeth are super duper sharp compared to a normal mermaids
you actually work at a small seaside cafe during the summers that sits right on the boardwalk to the ocean
and on some mornings the owners trust u with opening up the place but,,,,that’s like super early around 5am,,,,,and some people are out mostly those who jog on the boardwalk and all that
but the beach is practically vacant but one day ur sure u can see the figure of someone sitting in the rocks close to underneath one of the boardwalks bridges
and u think,,,,,for a moment,,,,,that u have to be hallucinating,,,or maybe the person ur seeing spent the night there????
worried u grab some food from the cafe,,,,and head out to see if the person might be hungry in case they’re homeless or something
but as ur climbing over the sharp rocks you accidentally scrape your arm which somehow makes the boy a couple yards away react
(maybe it has something to do with a sharks keen sense of smell,,,esp for blood)
but he turns and for a moment u just freeze because,,,,he’s too far to hear u??? right??? but u wave awkwardly either way,,,wincing when u realize ur hand has started to bleed
but you just clutch your fingers into a fist and try to make ur way over and the boy,,,,,once ur only three feet away,,,,is still looking at your hand
and u notice how handsome he is,,,,but theres some kind of discoloration in his face,,,,and u see something that looks like fins on his neck and ur like wha-
but he reaches out before u can say anything and takes ur hand thats still in a fist, gently prying it open and then?????? bringing it to his lips
and ur like ?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?1? UM but when he pulls back he smiles and u see his teeth and ur like even more confused but he just keeps grinning and goes
“u should wrap the cut with seaweed, it’ll stop ur bleeding” and ur like caught between being at a loss for words because did this stranger lick your wound? why does he have gills? his eyes are such a pretty sparkling brown? what is going on?
and hoseok suddenly splashes his tail which diverts ur attention and ur like OH MY GOD MERMAID
and hoseok bursts into laughter and is like “yep!!! sometimes people say sharkmaid,,,,sharkman,,,,but yeah!! my names hoseok by the way!!”
and he sticks his hand out like it’s the mOST casuaL Thing
but the only words u can blurt out are “people know about you?” and hoseok blinks a bit and laughs again and is like “not really!!!! but i realized u were hurt so i couldnt just slip away into the water.”
his smile settles on his face again and ur still standing there pretty sure ur in bed dreaming rn
when hoseok points at the bag and is like “for me???” and ur like “y-y-yeah but it’s a- a- -t–tuna–tuna- s-sand-sandwhich i-so-sorry-didn’t know-kn -know u wer-e a m-mermaid-shark-sharkmaid-mer—me–merma”
and hoseok seems a little shocked by your shaking voice and he takes the bag anyway and thanks u and asks if u wanna sit beside him he’s going to leave soon since people are going to start coming out but since u already know he’s here ^^
and u do,,,knees basically giving out because ur still looking at him like this- what-
and up close u can see his gills better and the long,,,blue fins near his waist and where his ears should be,,,the shark teeth swaying from them every time he tilts his head to give u a smile
and u dont know what to even ask or say all u can think of is “are u,,,,a prince?? like in little mermaid she’s a princess so-” and this cracks hoseok up again
and he’s like no no im normal,,,,just like you
and you’re like no no no u have a.,,,,,,tail,,,,,,,,a shark tail,,,,,,i just have legs
and hoseok is like this is true but hey we both have eyes and a nose and look ur cute!!! i cute too!!!
and ur like kjsdhfgfds oh,,,,yes,,,u are cute,,,,,but im n-
and hoseok puts his finger to ur lips and is like “nope! ur cute. ive seen some humans before,,,,,none as cute as you”
and the compliment makes u flush and u look down at the water
and hoseok thinks to himself that are all humans this shy,,,,,it’s even more endearing than he thought,,,,
when suddenly a boats horn passes by and hoseok slips into the water off the rocks and it startles u
but he pocks his head up above the water and is like “thanks for the,,,,,,sandwich u said??? i liked meeting u!!! let’s see each other again!!”
and u get up and lean over a bit so u can be closer to hear him
when hoseok takes off his earring and outstretches his hand to u and is like “here!! so u can remember me cute human!!”
and with that he smiles one last time,,,,the sharp teeth don’t even bother u because u feel like that smile ,,,,,is somehow the warmest smile u have ever seen
and disappears into the ocean
and u stand there,,,,holding the shark tooth earring,,,,wondering if ull see him again,,,,,,,,,,,or if ur seriously still dreaming
Because it’s all I’ve been able to talk and think about today…
Up. Down. A little twist to the side. Now a large ‘O’. And a small pinch.
If you were being honest, you had no idea what he was saying. Not because of his strong accent that you loved, or the fact that he spoke lowly and slowly, which would drive you absolutely insane if it were any other person. No, you had no idea what he was saying because his lips were moving and once more you were in a trance.
It was fascinating to look at, his mouth. How you could even put your headphones on and block out the sound and still see his accent. His lips were… Something else entirely.
It’s a bit embarrassing, you had to admit. If he were to direct the word straight to you, you would need him to repeat himself over and over before properly being able to answer him. You were glad he was speaking to the group of people gathered in your living room, and not just to you. In fact, you didn’t know how you had managed to become and stay friends with him when all you could do was get hypnotised by his lips every time he talked.
The way he said his ‘Buh-’ sounds. The fact that he never pronounced the ‘tt’s in ‘better’. The pout he pulled when he got stuck in his ‘uhmmm’s. The little bites when he was paying attention to someone else speak. No wonder they are such a vibrant shade of pink. They were soft, you knew that. The cheeky British charm he carried seemed to come with a proper kiss to your cheek when he greeted you, and nothing like the semi awkward cheek-touching-cheek-hello ‘you americans’ - as Harry put it - would do.
There goes another pinch at them. You remind yourself to nod and look around the room to try and hide your pointed looks, but you weren’t being as sly as you thought you were. Not knowing whatever was your friends kept babbling on about, your eyes soon found their way back to the thing they love to look at the most.
“You’re doing that again” the words knocked you out of the trance you were in. Your friend had leaned over and whispered to you as discreetly as possible, which you were thankful for, as she pushed an empty bowl of chips to your chest. Right, time to act like the host you were. She got up and followed you to the kitchen continuing the hushed conversation. “Doing what?” you ask legitimately confused. “Staring at Harry’s face” Ah, so it was that obvious. Whoops. You made a mental note to stop that and try to join the conversation when you eventually went back to the living room, in hopes to avoid the absentminded stare. “I’m not looking at his face” you started but decided to cut yourself. The only thing worse than your friend thinking you stared at Harry’s face cause you liked him, was for her to know that you didn’t stare at his face, but just at his lips cause they piqued your interest in ways you couldn’t comprehend yourself. Pouring whatever was left of the chips into the bowl, you quickly returned to the relaxing get together in your living room. At least your best friend knew to stay quiet in front of the others, and wouldn’t bombard you with more thoughts in the matter while the rest of the gang was around.
Joining the chat was easy, staying in it was a different feat. The lads varied from topic to topic, dominating the direction the small reunion took, mostly with jokes and football talk. It wasn’t your fault the topic was so boring to you that you had to busy yourself with studying Harry’s lips from across the room once again. It wasn’t your fault he was the only British guy in the group which made his accent interesting and amusing, specially when he called soccer football or footie, and defended his position whenever the other guys would transition to american football “Noo. ‘Mean ‘soccer’. Real football tha’ is. Played wif’ actual balls and feet, innit?” it was something no one in the group would let him live down. Same with the word trousers which made you giggle, and the way he introduced himself something more like “ ‘M ‘arry.” instead of “I’m Harry”.
In all honesty, it made you even more captivated by his lips. And today specially, for some unknown reason, you were very very fixated on them. More than usual. And you swore that one day you would grow used to them with him being your close friend and all, but that day didn’t seem to be today. So you just resigned to stare silently and hope no one noticed.
Having little get togethers at home meant you had to do the cleaning after, but luckily your best friend had stuck around, and so had Harry with whom you fell into a nice ‘you rinse, I dry’ system while your best friend attended a seemingly very important phone call out in your backyard. Your attention was fully set into drying and stacking plates and utensils. Harry’s attention was halfway set on washing, halfway set on trying to stop a telling smirk from forming on his face
You didn’t know but Harry knew.
He had known for a while now. At first he noticed only slightly that you weren’t fully there when he spoke to the whole group. He noticed how you would sometimes fidget and ask him to repeat somethings when he spoke to you alone, pinning it on his accent and the way he annoyingly slurred words. And slowly he found himself glancing at you only to see you were already looking in his direction. He never mentioned anything, slowly coming to the conclusion that for some reason you were looking at his lips.
And for some reason he liked that.
After the last plate Harry leaned over the counter peeking through the small window in your kitchen at your friend pacing and chatting away on her phone. “Wha’ do yeh reckon ‘s so important?” he puckered his lips in her direction, as if he was pointing to her without his hands, and you were gone. His bottom lip jutted out only a tad more than his upper lip. You hadn’t noticed that before.
Harry looked at you from the corner of his eye, only to catch you once again. Ok this was beyond his control. Today had been the day. You weren’t doing a nice job at being sly about it and he wondered if maybe you meant for him to notice. He doubted it, knowing you he was sure that you would be completely terrified about him knowing you look at his lips because… Because what? He didn’t know why you did that. He licked his lips self consciously, just to get whatever it is you could be staring at off his lips, if that was even the reason you stared. But you pressed on for a second longer before turning to look out the window as well. “Yeh know…” Harry started, turning around and resting on the counter smugly. Arms crossed over his chest as he pouted, bit and licked his lips over and over, like a person who’s thinking hard about what to say next. Your attention was on him, his eyes this time. You knew better than to just straight up glare at his lips when it was only you and him. “Yeh do tha’ an awful lot” “What?” your eyebrow raised in confusion. “Look at m’lips” the smirk that accompanies the sentence is not lost to you, and you find yourself getting warm cheeks and taking a small step back at the mention.
“What?” this time your what was more of an incredulous, surprised ‘what.’ As if you couldn’t believe what he was saying, or better yet that he noticed. Harry only nodded slightly, turning to face you. “I do notice…” he bites back “s’okay… though I’d love t’know why” “There’s no why because I don’t look at your lips all the time” In Harry’s head it was futile for you to try and defend the point. He knew you did and that was final. You didn’t know why you did it – deep down maybe there was the thought of wanting to properly kiss him but you always shook it off, – so you can’t really give him an explanation. In the midst of your thoughts he had somehow gotten closer. “I mean, if yeh want to kiss me” there’s suddenly no space between his chest and yours, and at this distance all you can do is stare at his lips, because who wouldn’t “all yeh hafta’ do is say the word” “H-harry, get off y-your high horse” you’re able to spew out with a whispery thread of a voice. The chuckle that leaves his pinker than life, softer than a cloud lips throws you off. This is the cockiest you’ve seen Harry act, and right now you can’t decide if you’re okay with it or want him to back off. “C’mon now” “Harry…” his hands, which also fascinate you - he can’t keep them still, and seems to always have more rings than it would be socially acceptable if it wasn’t cause his boyish charm just seems to go perfectly with 7 rings and helps him get away with mostly everything- come to thumb at your lower lip.
His eyes were fixated on them since the moment he got this close, but there was no way you could realise that because your eyes were already trained on his cupid’s bow and light stubbly shadow of a moustache. He also liked how plump they were and if you didn’t greet him with the cheek-touching-cheek bullshit, he would know just how soft they were too, except now he could tell because he was touching them. This close, you can definitely see a freckle on his lips and quite frankly you didn’t know his mouth could get anymore hypnotising… But here we are. And his lips move but you do catch the sounds as he opens and closes his mouth in the most endearing of ways. “S’okay. I stare at yours an awful lot too…”
I do NOT know what this was. It certainly turned out longer than I expected (I didn’t even expect to write anything) and took another direction than I imagined (it was just supposed to be you thinking about his lips, none of his perspective type of thing. But here we are) So… Yeah… Here’s something. IDk. It’s not a blurb and it’s not a fic either. Just a group of words.
Summary: Your life takes a turn after you find out a night with Lance Tucker, turned out to be so much more than a hookup. In the past you knew Lance as your Coach on your way to your infamous career, he was no more than a quick night of relief - until now. Now with the news of being pregnant, Lance and his former gymnast fight to do what’s right - and learn the way of becoming parents, together.
(I suck at summary so if anyone can do better pls message me i’ll love you forever)
Notes: Cocky Lance, Pregnancy, cursing.
let me know what you think, taking requests for tagging! :)
Why Namjoon isnt accepted in the krap scene (and why thats a good thing)
unpopular opinion and confession
*****im not saying all krappers are like this btw chill ur dick
***also butthurt ppl dont come at me saying YEAH YOONGI TOO bc i shall make a post about him too i didnt forget about yall, always coming into namjoon rap posts and making it about yoongi
****My intention of this post is not to diss your
faves or rappers in general. This isn’t a post that has the intention of
throwing shade I am simply expressing my respect for an artist.
I never really respected a lot of k-rappers. I do like some songs because they have a good beat but respect is something that an artist should earn. I respect rappers and groups like epik high, verbal jint, and tiger jk for influencing the krap scene for the good.
I wont touch on american rap but the krap scene is so generalized. Like hey have fake gold chains and a bunch of girls while I rap about shit that doesnt make people feel better about themselves with lyrics that i didnt even write. Many generalize culture, rap about degrading others, and you know all that shit. But let me tell you: RAP stands for RHYTHM AND POETRY.
Listen anyone can have their different perspective on poetry and maybe to someone “squad shit it g ma” is the most well thought out poetic verse that they have heard.
But rapping all started when people were in pain, when people were in dark time period in life and spilling out their feelings through rhyme made them feel better and got them out of trouble. I`m not saying you need a depressing life story to be a rapper (you dont need a chicken to recognize an egg) but rapping is way more than some beats and a snapback, its a coping mechanism, maybe not always for the artist but definitely the audience.
I sound so old when I`m saying this but rapping isnt just talking fast, its a lengthy process of finding strong and meaningful word play, to beats and rhythms which compliment eachother which is then it put together in one song almost like a prayer.
and don`t come at me with the WELL I LIKE HOW IT SOUNDS, because these days i swear to god ANYONE CAN BE A RAPPER, and thats how it shouldnt be.
They get others to write songs for them, songs usually have no smart wordplay or meaning and just talk in slightly faster pace. (i definitely find rap flow and speed a plus point in rapping).
Rappers who arents even all that shit get praised and recieve so much attention and go on judging others just bc their not AS famous.
(random thought i really dislike smtm) Rapping isnt a childsplay. Common korean rap communities like smtm etc are extremely trashy to me.
In 2015 during bangtan`s vacation Namjoon released his first mixtape (legendary) which proved his ability to write lyrics in both english and korean, write lyrics about depression happiness life hope etc, he made a damn song DISSING rappers who only have flow and lyrics that don`t make sense AND SPAT BARS SO FAST IM LIKE BOI BREATH, he teamed up with a western artist and recieVED EXTREME APPRECIATION IN THE AMERICAN RAP SCENE.
If you don`t know he started rapping at 13 because he was going through a really low point in his life. He then started writing HIS OWN lyrics about his feelings and educated himself in hip hop and rap culture (he listened to a lot of nas and tupac what a man). He then joined an underground rap team which he gained skills like free-styling and flow (BOY CAN RAP SO FAST BRUH). But definitely his raps are extremely smart. He uses so much worldplay their almost like a riddle you need to figure out. Not only that he can rhyme and compose and has the qualities of a true rapper who IS PASSIONATE ABOUT MUSIC HE LET DOWN HIS FAMILY TO BE A RAPPER DESPITE HAVING SO MUCH GRADES
AND EVEN AFTER ALL THAT HE GETS DISSED IN THE KRAP COM-
Like when someone would think of k-rapper they would think Zico, Gd maybe, Jay Park, Dok2 (and if you are fans of common krappers thats okay) but I honestly feel as if rappers like them are so common. To me they don`t show anything exceptional. Its like comparing Eminem with Lil yatchy (you can like either and thats okay) but Eminem did his own thing with no influence from the stereotypical culture. In shows like SMTM or unpretty rapstar you definitely see the rap community come together and Im like boi why isnt joon there he can own yall asses.
Namjoon however is on a whole different level. He does in own thing without the influence of popular culture (which refers to his message in his song DO YOU). He raps about things that are special TO HIMSELF and doesnt care about others opinions. He never thinks about what others might think of his song or what he should do to catch the attention of the audience. He does what he likes to do and goes with HIS gut.
Namjoon is a special snowflake and I dont want him to be thrown in the *oh look another korean rapper lets put him in smtm and not let them grow as an artist* pile bc I feel as if thatll take away his authenticity.
I`m kinda happy that Namjoon doesnt associate himself with common rappers because he is way better than that. He strives to collab with artists of his choice, his taste, and doesnt go for popular or common people.
Like you know what I`m trying to say. Imagine an exceptional student who isnt really popular among the folks. and all the students who get like c`s or b`s are extremely praised and popular.
Don`t get me wrong despite getting SO MANY opportunities like 4 features in official songs from other groups (one being korean hip hop legends MFBTY), being in the 4 things show , performing at multiple festivals individually,etc. I really don`t feel as if he reached the legendary rap title yet. He definitely was close to being “part” of the community as in 2014-2015 his rap career was highly active but is on the low now as a individual.
I appreciate Bangtan as a group and all the contributions of all 7 members but since BTS is a group who produces their own music, one member can`t just go off making MVs while their writers do the job for their (cough cough, bts dont got writers they got mean namjoon) I know he is busy writing for bangtan, producing beats, and a whole lot of shit for the group and he is happy with doing that but that also takes away time from doing his solo rap career AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT.
He doesnt care of not being able to produce music all the time to the likings of krappers. He cares about Bangtan. He knows his potential and doesnt need to highly promote in order to prove his worthiness. He can promote small mixtapes or covers for his armys and he is content with that. His intention isnt to get famous, as he always says: i do this for the music not the fame.
He does his own thing and doesnt worry about the drama. He is too good for them. Someone who is beyond expectations doesn’t mingle with people who are popular. They dont worry about irrelevants. They just keep on focusing on themselves and how to grow.
I can`t wait to see him become so well known as a rapper (he already is so high up in his journey) that everyone who looked down on him now want to be him.
Namjoon is a person who expressed that their isnt a right wrong with hip hop just passion
Jimin is known for his charm on stage but when the lights cut out he cant help but become flustered. Its something you’ve learned to deal with but often grow tired of. Maybe Jimin will show you what actually riddles beneath the flustered boy he once was.
Warning: Cussing, smut, flustered Jiminie!, then out of no where hot sexy Jiminie!
Genre: Smut and a lovely amount of fluff
Word count: 7.4K
A/N: Im sorry i meant to upload this yesterday but i didnt have my laptop to post it and i tried to post it on my phone but it fucked up. Here it is now tho, please enjoy the trash that i write
Life was enough of a struggle at the tender age of finally being able to find yourself. Being surrounded by hard studies and your parents attempting to guide you only driving your insanity. All though my plate was already full of these things it only grew larger as i was brought into the lime light. Instead of the guidance and judgment i gained from my parents they came from other peers. everybody judge your every movement, every talk and every blink. I however didn’t ask for it but my boyfriend Jimin did so willingly. Jimin had been one of the very handsome members of BTS. He was known for his witty charm and irresistible ways but however when the light was taken away from him he was quite the opposite. He became soft and warm hearted when around me always making sure i was cared for.
Jimin held two personas, one where he is on stage as the cheers and roars from the crowd fuel his energy and sexy behavior. The audience always encouraged this persona making him crave it even more. His other persona was the one I was familiar with, the one where he was so afraid of touching me, as if i was a porcelain doll and i might break at any moment.
Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x)
Rika felt a sense of satisfaction
She got off being the one everyone considered the most
sure, she lead MC to the RFA
sure she made a lot of trouble for MC and the rest of the members
But the one thing she did not want anyone to forget or even ever know really was
it also meant she could take her out of rfa with ease
And they wouldn’t ever know it was her or care if all went to her plan
– Yoosung –
From the last time MC invited Yoosung over, he remembered where she now lived
Why didn’t I visit her sooner?
Yoosung made his way to her building, knocking repeatedly and waiting for a response
Where is she? It’s almost midnight…
He almost gave up when she didnt answer either calls, text, or the door
Rika! Yoosung was surprised to see his cousin walk by
“Yoosung, what are you doing here so late?”
I came to see if MC is okay, shes been MIA for a while
“She’s fine! I talked to her not too long ago and she said that she was going to visit her family for a few weeks. I forgot to tell you guys about it too… sorry.”
It’s fine, don’t worry about it! Though, it would have been better if she told us herself…
“I dont know the details, but something about one of her family members being recently diagnosed with a terminal illness.. Yeah, it was terrible. She said they started to cough blood and she went to go help them through the process. Poor MC.”
You’re genuinely concerned for MC, you’re so nice Rika.
“Ofc, shes a memeber of the rfa too!”
Sorry, its just i know you dont know her that much, but im glad you guys get along well. Do you know when she’ll be back?
“I think after the funeral. Though it may be longer since i dont know how shell be okay after all of that. Next time we talk, ill ask her, okay? How about we go visit V? Im sure hes awake and wouldnt mind if you came over for a sleep over”
Yoosung felt like a huge boulder had been lifted from his shoulders now that he knew MC was physically okay
He felt bad that she didnt tell anyone that she was leaving to tend to a sick family member
But he felt that he would forgive her since she seemed more of a private person
I should get her a gift basket when she comes back; poor MC will be greiving when she returns- I could add chocolates and that coffee she likes with an uber soft blanket. Yeah, i wil do that for sure when RIka tells me when she comes back
Yoosung wanted to be a shoulder for MC when she came back since she was there for him when Rika was gone
he wanted to prove to her and himself and RIka that he was more than just a college student who played a lot of video games; that he was also a capable man
– Zen –
Zen has entered the chatroom.
Zen: MC! Please call me when you get this!
Rika: Zen, I forgot to tell everyone that MC went back to her home country to take care of a sick family member. I didnt want to say anything right away but she told me just recently that it may be a while before she returns because of how bad things are …
Jahee has entered the chatroom.
Jahee: Oh no that’s terrible. Is her family member in that bad of condition for MC to leave without saying bye?
Rika: I am afraid so. From what I know, they are really ill that it is now deemed terminal.
Zen: Oh man, i really thought something happened to MC
Rika: What do you mean?
Zen: I dont know, I thought maybe she got bored of us and left us or something happened to her health wise. I hope she knows that we are all here for her when she comes back
Rika: Dont jinx anything! I’ll let her know though that you were worried whenever we talk again ^^
Jahee: Please do. Id feel much better though if I could talk to her soon. Do you think you can let her know to call me please?
Rika: I will pass the message along!
Zen: me too please, I really miss her :c
Rika: I will, you guys worry too much ^^ dont worry guys, everything will be perfectly fine ^^
Zen: alighty then, i gotta go and meet some directors to talk about my wonderful gorgeous face making its appearance on stage soon, bye~
Jahee: Oh my heart!
Rika: Good luck!
Zen has left the chatroom.
He didnt trust Rika
He didnt even trust Jahee at the moment
He knows he saw MC at the store that night
And it seems highly unlikely that she would just leave without explaining the situation
Especially if someone she cared about was really sick
– Jahee –
From what Mr. Han had been accumulating she knew what was going on somewhat
Though if the rest of rfa should know she didnt feel like she had a place to tell them
She did abandon MC just like the rest did
She wont deny that what the rfa did to MC was abandon her at a time she would have needed them
despite all MC probably gave up to help them
But she didnt want anyone to be in the unknown
Although, she didn’t know if Rika was lying or telling the truth maybe rika did know mc was sick and didnt want to tell because MC said so
Jahee didnt want to risk anything by letting the cat out of the bag cringing
For now all she felt like she could do was gather as much as she could about people with pneumonia
She would look into it since that was all Mr. Han told her
Maybe find some coffee as well for MC and maybe chocolates as she thinks about pleading for forgiveness
– Jumin –
He had no right to act like he should care for MC anymore
The moment they all left her, everyone in the rfa lost all the rights to care for MC
The only thing he could do was offer her the best treatment possible when he found out what she had it made him very uncomfortable to not know what she was suffering from
aside from the stabbing pains of being betrayed that he couldn’t fix for her
but that was only if Seven could find a way into breaking MC out of there
But he knew the longer they waited the worse she would get
When he saw MC through the camera on Sevens screen, he knew he never wanted to know what it felt to lose someone again
After he though rika died, he felt like his world tipped over
But if he loses MC, he knows he wont ever have a reason to go on living with himself
He did find comfort knowing that MC never seemed to have had lost her personality and all that made her so easy to be around
By the looks of it, it was all thanks to Paco who never seemed to leave her side
Are you almost done?
“I want her out of there as soon as possible as well, okay?”
Jumin was taken back with how Seven snapped
“Dont let it get to you, he always gets like this” the famous ‘Vanderwood’ who leaned on the side of the wall said
I dont want to know
He decided he didnt want to get into what Seven did on his own time also bc ‘Miss’ Vanderwood was slightly scaring him
“Just get the IP address so we can get there and go”
“I cant just do that! Well, I can but there seems to be more stuff this guy is feeding me atm and its all about MC”
“Look at it when you get her out of there! Poor girl must be seconds away from kicking the stupid bucket”
“DOnt take it to heart, he gets angry when he has to wait before a job”
“Shut the fuck up, I still have my taser, you oaf”
What do you mean hes feeding you?
“I mean, this Unknown guy wants her found but for some odd reason he cant let her go… idk myself, but it looks like hes just doing his job”
“What makes you say that?”
“RIght here it says: Job. No. Yes.- Unknown”
Isnt that a good thing then? That means we can get MC out faster
JUmin didnt care for all the extra side stuff
He wanted to just get to the point and storm in there to save MC and take her to the doctors he had on standby
Just hurry up!
“I would want to bu- OH shit”
Jumins heart stopped for a millisecond thinking that MC died
When he didnt see anything abnormal on the screen that showed MC he was confused
But looking at what Seven saw
Is that Rika?
– 707 –
Watching RIka give MC injections of unknown substances made him physically want to scream
Why would she do that?
What was she even giving MC?
Where is Unknown?
“Damn, white loaf can really go on strong” he ignored Vanderwoods snide comment focusing on V holding MC down so Rika could give her another injection
“Let’s go now Seven, no more playing around!”
Okay okay, let me just get this on my laptop so we can watch as we go
“If we take my helicopter we could be there quicker”
Yeah lets do that
Seven was in a daze
As he looked into the breadcrumbs Unknown was giving him
He began to wonder why Unknown even took MC away if he was going to help them in the end
Unless he too was forced into do this all
But why would Rika do this? What could she gain from this?
Seven turned to look at Jumin who looked at him when they heard MC’s voice
“Ready or not here it comes~” Rika sang
“You both may want to look away” Seven heard Vanderwood say before turning away
Not once had he ever looked away from the screen while on the job
You begged her to stop
Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same anymore
You began to remember names and faces but you couldn’t match them together
Please stop this, it hurts!
“Sweetie, you’re dying anyways, this is me being merciful and helping you go faster. Be thankful.”
What about that other stuff? What was that other stuff?
“It will all be over quickly if you just listen to her, please MC”
You turn to look at the stranger with the sunglasses: who’s MC?
Am I MC? Are they talking to me ?
You think you know them but you can’t match any faces or names at all
“I’d ask if you have any last words you want me to give to someone but at this point, you probably don’t know if you have any friends or family “
You shake your head trying to think
Somewhere someone has to know who you are
Why can’t I talk?
You panic; thrashing your body away from the woman and man
“Stop it!” You hear it before you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek
“Like I said,you’re already dying “ the woman says as she huffs for air
The look on her face scares you
It looks like she’s enjoying whatever is happening
“You should never talk to strangers “ you feel the weight of something hard crash on you holding your face down on the now cold floor
“Don’t ever go to places you don’t know”
The pressure intensifies making your head build more pressure like it will explode
“Rika, that’s too much” you hear the man from earlier
Help me please! you silently beg
You wonder why he doesn’t help you
“Stay out of this V”
You feel something stab your shoulder
Then you don’t feel anything at all
– Vanderwood –
Seven was annoying
Richie rich was annoying
They all were pissing him off
The rush to get to where this girl was chaotic
He was used to the silence that Seven would accompany him with
But not like this
This silence was deafening and suffocating
– V –
He didnt want to harm MC
she was one of the good ones
but he didnt want to make Rika any worse than she already was
He knew 707 or Jumin must have caught on by now
with the help he got from Unknown, he knew they would make it but not soon enough
He made sure that whatever happened; it would all be on him
Even if MC may never wake up again
even if Rika would spend a lot of time in the hospital
even if Jumin and everyone in the RFA should come to hate him
even if he should become the villain;
he would do whatever it takes to preserve Rika’s legacy and love and pride
He just needed for MC to hold onto life
She was already sick
and the medication he had replaced with the medication Rika wanted Unknown to give her seemed to have been working
He made sure Unknown gave her the treatment she needed
But he didnt anticipate for Rika to inject her with a strong dose of whatever she had made for MC
By the looks of it
it definitely was not the same that he had Unknown give her
– Unknown –
Any minute now, it would all be over
one way or another, MC would no longer suffer
He knew that by lying to Rika he was compromising his safety as well as Saeyoung’s
But he couldnt kill MC slowly
not with what RIka had made for her
Instead, he made sure he gave her the medication she needed
he made sure that Saeyoung would find the bread crumbs he left
He expected Rika to pull something big for the finally so he made MC an antidote to what Rika had
he didnt give it to her yet but he would have to leave it for Saeyoung to find if Paco didnt find a way of getting the vile out of his jacket before they got to MC
All he needed now was to find a way to make amends
To MC and to everyone else
but he would do that after he found a way to forgive himself and Saeyoung
because if he didnt make him hate him; none of this would have happened
and MC would have had treatment for this and have never been involved
When would Saeyoung see how toxic both were to everyone else?
Especially to someone good and simplistic and perfectly normal like MC.
Did Saeyoung even know?
Did his brother know how toxic both brothers were to everyone?
Im jumping on the lacelot bandwagon for a bit here but its more just lance centric.
So imagine lance meeting or perhaps getting kidnapped by lotor (obviously) and Lotor being nice to him and stuff, complimenting him, “Such a shame the others don’t realize the heart of the universe pilots the blue lion.” and just going on about how lance is special in one way or another. And at first Lance isnt stupid, he barks back things like “shut up, they know im special” or “i AM important to them.” etc. Even thougg he feels as if he’s lying a little in the back of his mind because he isnt sure if they even appreciate him. And so after countless times of arguing back Lotor decides to let Lance go but before he does he says “dont worry blue paladin, if you change your mind i will be here waiting for you to return so you dont have to live in their shadows anymore. I’ll make to give you all the love and appreciation you deserve when you arrive.” and that kind of makes lance think for a bit before he takes off to the castle ship.
Fast forward, he gets there and the first thing he hears is Keith yelling at him for disappearing in the midst of battle and a lecture from Shiro about why he needs to be more carful and alert. Hunk and pidge ask what happened to him. Lance is hurt that no one realized he was kidnapped after screaming into his mic for a minute or two before being silenced. Lance contemplates whether he should tell them about lotor but decides not to. He then gets called by allura who tells him to be more carful out in missions and that mistakes are crucial at the time and that he must try harder to be with the team. After that, he tries to help the team when they’re doing something. After another mission and another failed attempt to get his word into shiro, thay night he starts contemplating what Lotor had said to him before he was let go. After another few weeks of things as usual for him, his last straw was when Shiro told him to “stop being childish Lance, that plan might not work.” which was followed by silent stares. He ended up snapping at everyone. Which goes a bit like :
“OH IM THE ONE BEING CHILDISH?!? YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE ANYWAYS, IM JUST TRYING TO HELP! LET ME HELP SHIRO!”
“Lance! dont talk to shiro that wa-”
“SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP ALREADY KEITH, MR PERFECT PILOT, YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TOBE IGNORED BY SHIRO SINCE HE’S ALWAYS LISTENING TO YOU! YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO TRY YOUR HARDEST ONLY TO BE SHUT DOWN BECAUSE NO ONE TAKES YOU SERIOUSLY! ”
“Woah okay dude chill ou-”
“DONT TELL ME TO CHILL OUT HUNK, YOU’RE NOT THE ONE WHO CRIES THEMSELVES TO SLEEP SOMETIMES BECAUSE THEY DON’T HAVE A TALENT LIKE YOU OR THE OTHERS. EVEN PIDGE CAN DO MORE THAN ME!”
And with that he walks out. Later that night he waits till everyones asleep and sneaks out and leaves in Blue, at first he doesn’t know where he wants to go so he just flies aimlessly in space before he stops and opens a wormhole. Once on the other side he spots the galras ship and when he lands in it he is greated by Lotor. With tears in his eyes he looks up at lotor before looking back down and closing them before buring his face in lotors neck. Lotors only words are “Welcome back, Blue Paladin, lets get you all settled in.” before lifting him up and carrying him to his quarters.
After a week without lance Shiro and Allura send a tracking signal for blue and pick it up on lotors ship. They prepare for battle and on the others ship they pick up the signal and track how far they are from them and prepare for battle aswell. Lotor made sure lance had no knowledge of the tracking and battle.
Finally the castle ship arrives and to the paladins surprise when they break into the ship, they are greeted with an armored lotor and galra soldiers and Lance by lotors side, holding him close. As the battle goes on lance manages to help capture the paladins. Allura and Coran manage to escape but lotor knows that they will be back for the others eventually. After they are captured lotor tells his guards to throw lance in there with them. As lance screams “i trusted you! why?” and kicks, lotor just grabs him by his face while hes being retained and says “did you really think i was being serious? Clearly i was only after the capturing of Voltron and its paladins.” to a teary eyed lance before he is dragged away to the cellars. Once thrown in he and the team make immense for now as time is crucial. (They make sure to rebuild their friendship and bonding later on properly) and make a plan to escape. Since Lance has been there longer they ask him how to get out with their lions. After finding the lions and getting ready to escape they find themselves stuck as lotor finds out and tries to stop them. After battling with galra soldiers and lance managing to injure lotor, they manage to escape through a wormhole allura had opened after she recieved their coordinates.
Back at the castle they use lances knowledge of the ship to try and find a way to defeat lotor, and each apologize to lance privately for ignoring him and all the things they did. Especially Keith and Shiro. Allura and Coran included apologized to lance as well. Although it may not solve anything fast, lance is happy that they apologized to him. And with that he knows that they’ll be able to build a stronger bond with time.