i guess he would be happy there

anonymous asked:

I'm questioning my gender. I was assigned female at birth, and as a young child I was very stereotypically girly, but at the same time I really wanted to fit in with the boys. I was more comfortable around guys than I was with girls. I've always had male alter egos, I guess you could call them. Like, when I imagined the perfect version of me, the me I wish I could be, that me would always be a guy. I've always hated my feminine name and have gone by masculine names online. (1/2)

When people online called me he/him, it made me happy and I never corrected them. Calling myself a guy feels good, it always has. But at the same time, I’m not sure if I’m really a trans guy because I don’t think I’ve ever had any dysphoria. I don’t know. Sorry this was so long. (2/2)

Hi anon!

If you feel happy being a guy, you can call yourself a trans guy. Dysphoria is not a requirement for being trans. You seem to experience more of something called gender euphoria, where you feel happier when you are perceived as your actual gender. You also seem to experience social dysphoria, where you aren’t uncomfortable with your body as such, but rather how other people see it and label you as your agab.

In other words, you may very well be trans, and I would encourage you to explore your identity! If you feel that the label “boy” fits you much better and you like it, then you can call yourself a trans guy.

~ Nam

anonymous asked:

"So I'm sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties..." (lmao sorry i just thought of that vine)

Oh my. Okay let’s see what I can do….


“Dai-chan, I’m so excited to meet your boyfriend.”

Daichi laughed uncomfortably as he led his grandmother down the sidewalk.

“I heard from Fumiko that he is just exquisite. And an artist no less? Dai-chan, I never would have expected you to end up with an artsy type. Then again, they say opposites attract…”

“Yeah…” Daichi stared straight ahead. “I guess that’s… true.”

“What’s wrong, Sweetie? You seem a little on edge.”

“No! I’m not… uhm… I’m really happy you’re here,” Daichi insisted. “I uh… I just wish I got more notice. I could’ve closed the bar and we could have gone out to dinner…”

“Oh it’s fine,” she waved her hand nonchalantly. “I’d like to see you work anyway. I’ll just sit with your boyfriend and bond with him.”

“Ah… okay. That sounds like a good plan…”

No it didn’t.

Sugawara and Daichi’s sweet innocent, pure grandmother who spent all her time pressing flowers and knitting… sitting together and bonding? He could only imagine the horrors of having the two mingle.

His grandmother hadn’t even warned him that she was coming to town. One minute, he was making a drink for Hanamaki, the next, Fumiko was calling him and demanding he pick her mother up at the airport.

He had left the bar in Asahi’s hands and immediately run off to meet her, but now he was regretting it. He should have had Sugawara come with him. That way, he could have explained on the ride there and Sugawara would know to hold his tongue around the woman.

He should have at least sent him a text message when he had the chance. A quick warning of, do not talk about raunchy gay sex around my eighty-year-old grandmother. 

Daichi was completely unprepared.

“Oh my, the bar looks so nice,” his grandmother observed as they approached the front door. “So clean. Though I still think you should have painted it yellow. Such a bright color would surely bring in the customers. I used to tell that to Akifumi all the time but he insisted on keeping it that ugly brown color.”

“I’ve got my hands full as it is,” Daichi said. “I don’t think I need any more customers.”

She chuckled.

Daichi released her arm and opened the front door. Low classic rock music floated out onto the street as his grandmother tottered inside. Daichi took a deep breath and followed.

“Oh Dai-chan… it’s still so beautiful,” she pressed her hands together in front of her, staring around the bar which used to belong to her late husband with tears in her eyes. “Fumi would be so proud to see this…”

Daichi smiled and pressed a hand to her back, “Thanks, Grandma.”

She patted at her eyes and cleared her throat. She smiled up at him, thick wrinkles around her eyes deepening. “Now… where’s your boyfriend?”

Daichi’s eyes drifted to the circular booth on the left side of the bar, where Sugawara sat with Oikawa and Akaashi. He was speaking, expression serious, flapping a hand. Daichi noted that the cocktail in front of him was only half empty, meaning he couldn’t be drunk yet.

Which meant he may very well be having a serious, mature conversation that didn’t involve any sort of mention of genitalia or body fluids. Daichi gulped and smiled down at his grandmother.

“He’s over here,” he took her arm and led her in Sugawara’s direction.

Please be talking about art.

Please be talking about art.

Or politics.

Or anything other than porn.

As they drew near, Sugawara’s voice came into earshot.

“So I’m sitting there… barbeque sauce on my titties…”

Daichi slapped a hand to his forehead.

“And Daichi is like, that shit is five hundred yen a bottle, and then gets mad at me, completely ignoring the fact that my scrumptious, erect penis was wearing a hat of whipped cream and a Twizzler bowtie-”

“That sounds delicious, honestly,” Oikawa interrupted.

“How did you tie the bowtie?” Akaashi asked. “Did you just use one Twizzler or did you have multiple-”

“I cheated. I used frosting to make it sticky and-”

Daichi switched directions, leading his grandmother away from the table, “Actually, Grandma, Suga isn’t here right now… uh…”

“Really? But what about that handsome fellow with the beauty mark-”

“I’ve never seen that man before in my life.”

“Daichi!” Sugawara called from behind.

Daichi closed his eyes and slowed to a stop. His grandmother turned at his side and he slowly did the same, giving Sugawara a warning glare.

“Are you still mad?” he gaped, mouth hanging open. “I said I was sorry! I replaced the bottle of barbeque sauce I wasted and-”

“Suga,” Daichi interrupted, raising his voice. He urged his grandmother up to the table and stopped. Sugawara and the others stared at her quietly. “Meet my grandmother. Nakao Machiko.”

Sugawara’s eyes widened.

Oikawa turned away, covering his mouth as he started sputtering. Akaashi chuckled and hid his eyes behind a hand.

Daichi sighed, “Grandma, this is Sugawara Koushi… my… my boyfriend…”

“Oh fuck!” Sugawara exclaimed and Oikawa’s and Akaashi’s laughter grew.

“Ballsacks!” he said as he climbed to his feet on the booth seat. “No… I mean… oh shit.” He climbed over the table and dropped to the floor in front of them, cheeks bright red. “S-Sorry. I uh… I… don’t usually… uhm…” He scratched the back of his head and then bowed deeply, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nakao-san.”

Machiko laughed and elbowed Daichi, “He’s cute!”

Daichi stared down at her in shock.

Sugawara straightened and Machiko stepped up to him and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, “Look at you. So pretty!”

Sugawara smiled, flipping the switch from inappropriate to charming in an instant, “Funny, I was just about to say the same thing about you.”

Daichi watched his grandmother fawn over his boyfriend, falling for him immediately as he tucked that mischievous, childish part of him away in favor of oozing easy charisma, flashing that suave, gorgeous smile that never ceased to enrapture the hearts of every person that saw it.

“Nakao-san, would you like a drink? Should we sit down and chat for a bit?” Sugawara offered his arm.

“Oh, please. Dear, call me Machiko. We’re family now, aren’t we?” she chuckled and took his arm.

“You’re too kind,” Sugawara purred, leading her towards a different booth. He looked over his shoulder at Daichi, “Could you get us some drinks, Love?”

Daichi pursed his lips, stifling a smile and said, “Of course. Any preferences?”

“Surprise us,” Sugawara winked and turned forward.

Daichi grinned, relief filling his chest over Sugawara’s swift save. His grandmother was old… maybe her hearing was bad enough that she didn’t hear the details of what Sugawara had been discussing with the others.

His hopes were quashed when his grandmother’s voice reached his ears.

“Sweetheart, your first mistake is using barbeque sauce. Dai-chan takes barbeque sauce too seriously, you know? You’d do better with honey.”

“But honey is so hard to clean off of sheets…”

“The secret is applying it in the kitchen and-”

Daichi turned and walked away.

Originally posted by trash-can-you-not

stydiariarkle  asked:

Bellamy Blake for the send me a character meme

You know my weakness.

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff(DON’T START DISCOURSE WITH ME)
best quality: His support and leadership
worst quality: His guilt…but without it he wouldn’t be him.
ship them with: happiness and Clarke Griffin.  
brotp them with: Miller, Monty, Raven, JUST EVERYONE WHO MAKES HIM HAPPY
needs to stay away from: Octagon. But that’ll never happen
misc. thoughts: I really think that Bellamy as a character is dependant on his relationship with himself. He, in my mind, spends a lot of time on self evaluation where Clarke…doesn’t do that as much. He carries a lot of guilt with him and im really hoping this 6 years apart and 6 years away from Clarke, his sister and the environment which has forced him to do these things will help him come to terms with the fact “who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things” for himself. Bellamy’s a smart cookie and i love him. But sometimes his emotions cause him to to put to much pressure on himself and that…well that’s not smart!

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happy birthday to.. me! haha uh its kind of a birthday tradition of mine to draw whatever i feel like no matter how little sense it makes lmao anyway here are yuuri and victor in kinda matchy KotOR star wars robes!! its very late!!! this is not an au dont @ me victor would never work for the jedi he is good and i trust him okay im leaving now bed time

He asks me about you while I’m chewing a celery stalk. I shrug a little. I say I’m happy that you’re happy. My voice doesn’t shake. I sound professional and adult, like I peeled off all the parts of me that cling to you. He asks if I’m over you and I chew until my jaw hurts and I say, yeah, I think so. It doesn’t sound like a lie, even to me. It sounds like someone is shouting those words from the other end of a tunnel, like I’m not living in my throat anymore. He asks if I ever think about you. I say, well it’s hard not to when other people ask questions, ha ha. He doesn’t find that funny. I swim in the silence left over and then I catch the answer at the bottom of the pool like when I was seven and plucking river stones from murk. I say, I don’t unless something reminds me. It sounds diplomatic. Appropriate. I try to calculate the amount a normal person would think about you, dividing how much time we spent together by how much we are spending apart. In the new world, you’re not supposed to love deep, it’s creepy and offensive. People are supposed to fold in and out of your life like leaves; you’re never supposed to love hard enough that you get road rash from falling. Love doesn’t look good on Facebook, I mean. You took plenty of Instagram pictures carefully excluding me. I guess it was so when you went there would be no evidence. Nothing to delete.

He tucks his feet up. He asks how much I’m reminded of you. I blocked you on everything only to unblock you while I was drunk. I scrolled page after page thinking about how much the Internet killed love. Time was that if you were done with someone, you were done for good. The only way you could rip the wound open was by following them across countries. Snail mail doesn’t burn like seeing you happy, dancing with other girls. I’m saying the world was a worse place to be but I wouldn’t think of you as much, maybe. I say to him, ever think about how the 1950’s are super racist and sexist but people still fall for the aesthetic? He asks me what that has to do with the conversation. You would have got it. Some stuff is only pretty until you open it, like how pears go rotten once they touch air. I feel like that a lot, like my core holds onto little black seeds. And he asks me what I’m talking about. I say, oh, nothing.

  • anti: takes over October, kills jack, says it's our fault, scare master
  • me: <3
  • dark: doesn't let you finish your ice cream
  • me: too far man, too far
I think my problem was - I’ve always had this idea of what love was like, you know? I was so scared to fall in love because I thought I would only get hurt in the end. I guess I just never believed in happy ever afters. I thought love was biting your tongue and nodding your head and being who they wanted you to be. But god, then I met him and suddenly I felt like I could breathe again. He told me he loved me and I told him the same and I knew we both meant it. I knew it because I wasn’t afraid to dance in front of him. I knew it because anywhere felt like home if I was with him. Because hearing his laugh made me feel like I was walking on water. Because my hand felt empty without his. I knew it because I believed love felt like being in a cage. But then he loved me, and it felt like freedom.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #3
bts scenario: they're protective/possessive

thank you for your request!! hope you enjoy it! protective/possessive bts is my kink xx

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~at an awards show~

jin: when jin saw you with another man’s arm around you, a feeling of dread filled him, a feeling of not being good enough. jin’s shoulders sagged as he sat by himself a few tables over from where you were greeting the group of guys who were also attending the award show. noticing jin’s downcast appearance, you went back over and sat down on his lap. “hey jinnie,” you said placing a kiss on his cheek, jin grumbled and wrapped his arms around you tightly, not wanting to let you go. “don’t be jealous jinnie~ i love you.” 

Originally posted by theseoks

yoongi: yoongi would be all glares and snarls. the second he saw you with another guy, he’d be with you with his arm around your waist or shoulders in seconds. the guy you were talking to would immediately become uncomfortable and excuse himself. “yoongiii,” you said with your voice full of desperation, but still falling into his protective embrace. “you know i don’t like it when you talk to other guys dressed like that, kitten,” he said full well knowing his intentions with the pet name, “daddy’s gonna have to teach you who you belong to tonight.” 

Originally posted by yoongichii

hoseok: hoseok would be filled with sadness, he’d begin to compare himself to the guy you were talking to. he had better hair, he’s taller, much prettier than me, he would think. hoseok would wait for you to sit down next to him at BTS’s table before he quickly took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. “are you okay hobi?” you would ask gently and you intertwined your fingers. “yeah, i just love you a lot,” he said with a smile hoping to bring up the mood. “i love you too hobi,” you would respond, “forever.” that statement would clear all apprehension he felt in his heart.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

namjoon: namjoon would walk up next to you, discreetly taking your hand in his and greeting the other guys, GOT7, politely, but you knew what this meant. he was jealous. namjoon spoke with the guys a few more minutes, wishing them luck, before heading back to your table. “joonie~” you teased him, poking his dimple as he smirked, “you don’t have to be jealous.” he nodded, “i know, i know, i just get scared you know? i don’t wanna lose you,” he’d trail off in the end. you’d lean in and place a kiss on his cheek, “you’re not gonna lose me. not with how good you treat me,” you winked pulling a flushed namjoon closer to you. 

Originally posted by forursmiles

jimin: jimin would practically tear you away from the boys, insisting that there was something more important he had to show you. turns out, it was only taehyung trying to balance a spoon on his nose. “jiminie i was talking,” you said trying to pull your hand out of his. “but you’re talking to me now,” he said pulling you into his lap and starting a conversation with the maknaes, you huffed but decided to give up. glancing at jungkook he gave you a wink, confirming your thoughts that jimin was jealous. you returned his action with a smile, pulling jimin’s arm that was around your waist tighter against you. 

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

taehyung: taehyung would be quite the show-off. he’d immediately put an arm around your shoulders and pull you close to him. “trying to steal my girl, yeah?” he’d tease but you knew there was some underlying jealousy and protectiveness. the other man in question quickly shook his head before saying his goodbyes and leaving. taehyung would growl into your ear before biting down on your earlobe and giving it a tug. “you’re mine,” he would say leaving a few kisses on your neck. putting a hand on his chest, you lightly pushed him back while chuckling, “i know tae, i know, i’m yours don’t worry.” 

Originally posted by kuromel

jungkook: jungkook wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you the rest of the night. grasping your fingers tightly in his, pulling you closer, he’d have a hand on you at all times. “kookie?” you’d question as you sat down at the table while the food was being served. “mhm,” he’d hum in acknowledgement while playing with your fingers that were intertwined with his. “how come you’re so touchy-feely?” you’d ask and he’d immediately stiffen and begin to pull his hand away from yours. “no no kookie, i like it, i was just wondering,” you paused, “did something happen?” his lips would turn into a frown, “well, i guess you just looked so happy talking to those guys…” he trailed off. you shook your head and giggled, “you’re so cute kookie,” you pinched his cheek between your fingers in a childlike manner, to which he swatted your hand away, “i love you kookie, only you.” 

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

you know, a thing i think isn’t talked about nearly enough in this fandom is the fact that katara actually saved zuko’s life twice during the comet:

once when she actually, physically healed him and,

again when she took down azula without killing her

because, zuko was prepared to do it, he was willing to do it, he was going to do it because it had to be done but if he had killed, actually killed his own sister, who despite everything, zuko actually, truly loves (bc zuko loves, loves, loves his whole family, even though it’s broken, even though it’s bad, even though it’s truly, actually painful, they’re his and he loves them*), it would have destroyed him.

and like, idek anymore, but i can pretty much guess that zuko spent the whole trip to the capital psyching himself up and preparing himself for a lifetime as a kin-slayer and already starting down the spiral of self-loathing and then katara just… katatra just takes that burden from him. outright takes her down without putting a scratch on her.

and like, now that i think abt it, i’m like 95.15678354% sure that a not-unsubstantial part of the reason zuko chose katara to go with him was because he was hoping that she would figure something out, how to take azula down with minimal damage (bc zuko knows that katara is strong and powerful and prbbly the greatest waterbender in the world at that point, but also incredibly, astonishingly merciful).

i am actually 100% sure that if azula hadn’t cheated, if the agni kai proceeded as it seemed to have been going and zuko won, the very first thing he would have done is to turn to katara and say: “help her“.

idk, i guess that the point is that these kids cause me actual, physical pain and i just felt the need to spread it around

*and if anyone wants, i’m 100000% willing to give you canon evidence of this, starting from “the fatherlord“ to “i remember when my family was actually happy“

Keeping ‘Ciel’ Alive

So now that the 2CT is true and it seems like our Ciel really took over his twin’s identity there’s the question why our Ciel even felt the need to do that. Since the real Ciel probably died in that cult the title as Earl and Watchdog should have rightfully been our Ciel’s. However, he chose to return as ‘Ciel Phantomhive’.

(I know this has been discussed a lot before but I wanted to collect my own thoughts for this; this is also in response to this ask.)

I’ve seen discussions about that where it’s argued that our Ciel may have been jealous of his brother since he had better health, was more extroverted and would have been Vincent’s successor one day. And while there may be some truth to that, I am still sure that the twins’ parents and family (Midfords, Madam Red,…) loved both children equally. Also, I believe the relationship between the twins was a good one. They seem to have been very close when they were younger and as identical twins they probably had an even deeper bond.

So I don’t think when our Ciel took over the twin’s identity he did it with the intention of gaining everything that was his twin’s only because of jealousy and evil intent. I believe there are more psychological reasons for our Ciel’s decision.

First of all, we have to consider the situation our Ciel was in at the moment he made that decision. He was a 10-year old boy who had experienced a month of terror in that cult after losing his parents and the life he used to know. And then he saw the last person he still hold on to, his twin who most likely was always the closest person to him, being killed brutally in front of his eyes.

Losing their co-twin, an identical one even more, is a traumatizing experience for every twin. And even under ‘normal’ circumstances (accident, disease,…) it’s not unusual that the survivor feels guilty for being alive.

Now in the situation where our Ciel’s twin ‘died’ it may be even the case that our Ciel isn’t completely innocent. Of course, the true culprits are still the cultists and the situation has to be considered but maybe something happened that made the cultists take the real Ciel instead of our Ciel, for example. Since it seems that the cultist have saved the twins for last they may have wanted to take the younger twin (our Ciel) first before using the Phantomhive heir as sacrifice. But it turned out differently, maybe because our Ciel somehow made the cultists mistake the twins’ identity.

Anyway, even if that’s not the case, the fact remains that the twin’s ‘death’ most likely triggered Sebastian’s appearance. Whether Sebastian really took the twin’s soul or if seeing the twin being stabbed caused Ciel to be able to summon a demon – because the twin died, our Ciel could survive with the help of Sebastian. And therefore it’s no wonder that our Ciel feels guilty as was clearly seen in that dream sequence during the Green Witch arc.

Our Ciel feels guilty for using his brother’s death to escape from his fate when making the contract with Sebastian.

In that vulnerable state during the Green Witch arc when all the feelings which he usually tries to hide from everyone surfaced he even admitted that he feels like he shouldn’t have been the one who survived.

So if he still feels that way three or now nearly four years afterwards he may have already felt like that when making the contract. He blamed himself for his twin’s death, maybe he was even hating himself for what happened. And by taking over his twin’s name and identity it may have been for him as if he would keep his twin alive while killing off his true identity which he hated.

And along with this train of thought, he probably also thought that everyone else would be happier if the real Ciel returned instead of himself (even if that’s not true). If he was hating himself for what happened how could he have thought that anyone else would be happy with him surviving?

So I guess even more than having it easier to become Earl and Watchdog, our Ciel felt guilty and thought it would have been better if he had died and if his brother had survived. And by taking his identity he believed it the best way of making this lie a reality.

It’s sad, really, that our Ciel would think so but I think this lie also helped him to cope with his guilt and made it possible for him to return to his life. As the person he once was he felt too weak and guilty but by pretending to be the one he thought should have survived that gave him strength and confidence. And once he had made that decision there was no turning back, even though each time he was called ‘Ciel’ and probably whenever he even looked in the mirror he must have been reminded of the truth. He built up his new life based on that lie, yet each time he was confronted with his past and the truth it triggered his guilt and his trauma (resulting in asthma attacks, sudden reactions and decisions or his terrified state in the Green Witch arc). Maybe that’s also another reason why he never let anyone around him too close – in fear they might discover the truth.

So now that the truth is out and the twin is back our Ciel must be shocked. The life he has built like a wall to protect himself from his guilt and hatred now crumbles down. Not only was he sure that the twin had died that day, it now also seems as if the twin wants to take revenge on our Ciel for what happened. Taking Lizzy, killing Agni, invading the manor… To the twin it must seem as if our Ciel stole everything from him and now he wants to take that back while hurting our Ciel. And since the reason for all this is that our Ciel took over his twin’s identity, our Ciel may blame himself again for everything. Only this time it may be more difficult to escape from that since everyone he could turn to is deeply involved in this matter and this time our Ciel has to deal with it as the person he truly is.

In a sense the return of the twin is not a revival of ‘Ciel Phantomhive’ since that person was always kept alive through our Ciel, but a revival of the person that our Ciel was before he claimed to be ‘Ciel’. 

Forgotten (M)

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Summary: Loving Kim Taehyung was just so cruel, since he only saw you as his childhood friend. But after years of wanting him to return your affection, you finally saw the look of love shine on his eyes - but it wasn’t meant for you. No, it was meant for her…
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, bestfriend!au, university!au
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: Original request here . 


Loving Kim Taehyung was like treasuring a forbidden artifact – you could appreciate it and love it from afar, but you could never touch it, never have it – just stand still and admire from a distance. Just like the artifact, he was untouchable and you could never have him the way you always wished for. Why? Well that was because he was your best friend since you were toddlers, but that was it.

You two were inseparable. Always playing and working together, making your classmates assume that you two liked each other. Of course, every time that accusation was made, you’d both deny it while saying how gross it was – but even then you knew you were lying.

At the mere age of 14, you realized that you didn’t just have a silly little crush on him anymore, no, you had fallen deeply in love with him. But who didn’t? His affectious boxy smile and playful bright attitude attracted many people towards him over the years, much to your dismay. But Taehyung always brushed it aside, and kept his attention solely on you. That is, once you two entered high school, then it all changed for the worse.

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@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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Mind Bending

Shiro and Lance had been taken by surprise while on a diplomatic mission.
They hadn’t expected any problems on what was meant to be a peaceful planet, so they were dressed in their casual clothing.
Without their weapons or armour the two Paladins were captured by the waiting Galra without much resistance.
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Hours later Lance woke up chained to the wall with dried blood plastered to the side of his face.
Judging from how his vision swam and the intense pain behind his eyes, it was a safe bet that he had a concussion.
Lance vaguely registered someone calling his name, but it sounded like they were talking through water.

“Lance! Come on Kiddo.”
Lance looked up in the direction of the voice to see a black blob talking to him.
It took him a minuet to realise the blob must of been Shiro.
“Shiro?” Lance mumbled the movement causing his to moan in pain.
“Yeah bud I’m here. Do you remember where we are?” Shiro asked, he sounded panicked but Lance couldn’t figure out why.
“Castle?”
Shiro cursed softly under his breath. “No lance. Look we’ve been captured by the Galra. I don’t know if they got the rest of the team but I need you to try and stay awake. Ok bud?”
Lance didn’t know if he nodded or not. But he must of made some kind of movement because his head was spinning and dark spots were dancing across his vision.
“Hurts” Lance wimmpered.
“I know Bud… I’ll get you out of here I promise.”
Just then the cell door opened and two large Galra walked in.
Shiro instantly started thrashing about yelling at them.
Lance could tell that Shiro was trying to gain their attention. He was protecting him.
And Lance wasn’t going to let him do that.
Growing up Lance had always been flexible. If he hadn’t of gone to the Garrison he had always wanted to be a gymnast. It was like flying without a plane.
Even through his concussed haze Lance was able to remember how to dislocate his thumbs and pull them out of the cuffs.
Lance was sure it would hurt when he was a bit more coherent. Bit for now he had to save Shiro.
The Galra were so focused on the Black Paladin, that they didn’t notice Lance until after he grabbed the blaster from one and shot the other.
The other Galra turned and Lance fired again, however his vision was swimming so much that his aim was off and only grazed their shoulder.
The Galra grabbed Lance by the throats and slammed him against the wall causing Lance to cry out in pain.
He could see Shiro’s mouth moving. Maybe calling his name, maybe cursing the Galra that kept hitting Lance against the hard metal wall to get Lance to let go.
Lance knew he was losing consciousness.
It was so hard to keep his mind focused.
His eyes landed on the chains holding Shiro up.
He only had one chance.
Lance bent his arm until he could feel it almost popping out of his socket as he lined up the shot.
He took a breath in and out.
Then fired.
Lance didn’t know if he hit the chains.
But judging from how the Galra dropped him to the ground and the muffled sounds of fighting Shiro was free.
Lance felt his eyes droop closed as Shiro’s face came into focus.
“Lance! Lance please you have to stay awake!”
“S…orry” Lance mumbled as his eyes slid shut and he fell into the blissful abyss of unconsciousness.
——————————
Lance fell out of the healing pod into the waiting arms of Shiro.
“Hey Lance, how you feeling?” He asked looking him over concern clear on his face.
“Fine I guess… what happened?” Lance asked rubbing his head.
“We were captured by the Galra and you got a pretty nasty concussion.”
Lance winced in memory “oh yeah, how did we get out?”
Shiro smiled as he helped Lance sit down on the couch in the infirmary.
“It was all you, I didn’t think anyone could bend like that, let alone make that kind of a shot even without a concussion. You really are amazing…” Shiro blushed “and way more flexible then I ever hoped to imagine.”
Lance smirked “I would be happy to show you any time.” He winked and laughed as the leader of Voltron was left a spluttering blushing mess.

BTS reaction to you wanting to go another round right after the first

Jin:

Jin would be panting, but he could never tell you no. I mean, why would he when he wanted you as much as you wanted him. He would give you a small smile and kiss your lips softly. “How could I say no to you, jagi?”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Yoongi:

He would joke around that he’s too tired to go for round two. After a little bit of you asking, he would finally give into you. Yoongi would smile a bit with a small sigh. “Well, if you want to, I guess we can.” He’d say laughing.

Originally posted by youngest-k

Hobi:

He would be happy to continue. Hobi would never get tired since he has so much energy. He would be more than happy to continue pleasing you until you couldn’t take anymore. “We can go as many rounds you want, baby. We’ll see how long you’ll last.”

Originally posted by 94seokk


Namjoon:

He would already know what you wanted before you even asked. Namjoon would be looking down over you with a hungry look in his eyes the second you opened your mouth. “Round two? Are you sure you can handle that?”

Originally posted by jookyunhoe

Jimin:

Jimin would get a smirk on his face. He would feel sort of proud that you wanted more of him so soon after you just finished. “Of course you’d want round two! Why wouldn’t you?” He’d lowly growl in your ear.

Originally posted by hunnysyub

Taehyung:

He would be kinda embarrassed but he would be pretty happy to go another round. Tae would probably giggle a bit when you asked but he wouldn’t say no. “Of course we can! As long as that’s what you want, jagi”

Originally posted by untrueyoubutterfly

Jungkook:

Jungkook would be a bit surprised that you wanted to go another round. He would be really happy though and would be more than ready to go. “Really?” He said in a bit of a shocked voice. “I was hoping you’d ask that.“

Originally posted by dream-bts

Being an hero isn’t half as glamorous as they make it sound, really

Alone

Lance slowly opened his tired and heavy eyes, and looked around his room.
Silence.
It was odd. He groggily glanced outside the window as they passed an asteroid field, and he rubbed his eyes, blinking rapidly.
He winced as he placed his feet on the floor, stretching.
Murmurs came from outside his door, and they faded a few ticks later.
As quiet as possible, Lance tiptoed outside, closing his door slowly and letting out a breath of relief.
He wanted to go see Blue.
He broke into a run to get to his lions hangar, a pang of homesickness in his heart that kept him going.
It wasn’t like he had nobody to talk to. His friends were understanding and caring, and he understood why they would brush him off in important situations.
He just trusted Blue. A lot.
-
As he stepped into the hangar, a low purr rumbled from Blue.

“Welcome, my Paladin.”

“Hey Blue. Sorry I’m here at like, 2 am. I’m just kinda sad. Mind if I sit here with you and the other lions?”

A rough purr emitted from Red, and Green flicked her tail happily.
“Thanks, Girl.”

-

“Where’s Lance?”
Hunk was starting to get worried about his friend, and even though they wouldn’t admit it, he knew the rest of the paladins were worried as well.
Keith was hesitant, but stood up anyways.
“I’ll go look for him. Was he in his room?”
Pidge adjusted their glasses.
“They weren’t in any of the rooms, I checked just a few minutes ago.”
Allura tapped her foot impatiently. Despite the flirting, Lance was like a brother to her.
A very, very, annoying brother.
“Well what are you waiting for?”
Her words were venom, and Shiro shivered.
Despite this, Keith shrugged and went off to look for his friend.

-

“He’s not even with Coran. I’m worried, you guys.”
Hunk muttered, coughing into his sleeve.
“Have you checked the Lions?”
That caught Shiros attention.
Keith sighed.
“Why would he be there? If he was homesick, why would he go to the lions?”
Shiro stared at him.
“… To talk to blue.”

-

“I’m not convinced. But I’ll go check there and I’ll tell you guys if he’s there. Keep looking.”
Allura bit her lip, and constantly stole glances at the floor.

-

~Time skip brought to you by Corans mustache~

-

Keith walked into the hangar, surprised.
Shiro was right.
Again.
Lance had his back to Blues paw, snoring peacefully.
But what surprised him was that the other lions were gathered around him, as if he fell asleep telling a story.
“… Lance? Lance, are you alright?”
He took a step forward, and Black growled.
Blues eyes were accusing, and Red even stared at him with an unknown expression.
Cuz y know. They’re mechanical lions.
Another step.
Lance awoke, his eyes alarmed, and stared right at Keith.
He cowered in surprise.
“Keith! I-uh-um, it’s fine! I’ll be to breakfast in a bit!”
He quickly stammered.
“It’s fine, just- just stay away from me.”
It’s not like Lance hated Keith, he just felt weird around him, since he was so serious all the time.
Yellow flicked her tail angrily, getting into a pouncing stance.
“Just let me help you-”
A loud roar shook the area, and as if as quick as lightning, there were tears flooding down Lance’s face and Red was in between Lance and Keith.
The rest of the team were there in merely a few ticks, and saying they were shocked was an understatement.
Allura was ecstatic, seeing another Lion defending a different Paladin.
It quickly turned into a frown when she saw Lance was crying.
Coran was screaming.
Hunk took a step back, hugging himself from the surprise.
Pidge stood in the front, amazed at the possibilities.
Shiro just stared at Lance.

“Stay away from the Blue Paladin.” Red roared again, standing taller.

Lance pat Reds paw, and she hesitated, sitting next to Blue with her eyes fixed on the team.

“Sorry guys. I just- when I feel homesick I just go to the lions and just- talk, I guess.”

Hunk pulled him into a hug, and soon the whole team were all hugging one another, sobbing.

“Why were you crying?”

Lance tensed when Keith asked, head tilted and curious.

“I-it-it just reminded me of when my brother would stand up for me. When.. He was alive, of course.”

“You’re not alone, Lance.”

-

@ everyone who hates Lance
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