like a little puppy dog

  • ban ryu: you know, studies have shown that owners and their pets often look similar.
  • ji dwi: bullshit. sun woo looks nothing like me.
  • yeo wool: han sung doesn't look like me either.
I Just Want You To Be Mine

Betty walks into Veronica’s house singlehandedly carrying everything Polly could need while staying at the Lodges.

“Need some help B?” Veronica asked, grinning at a struggling Betty. Veronica knew Betty would reject her offer. Betty was proud of her physical strength and didn’t like it when people insisted that she couldn’t lift something heavy or that she needed help.

“I’ve got it under control.” Betty responded, her voice barely making it through under the strain of the heavy load she was carrying. Veronica smiled and tried not to admire Betty’s toned arms too much.

“Which room is gonna be mine?” Polly said, catching Veronica admiring her sister.

“Second room to the left.”

Betty and Polly walked into the room and Betty put all of Polly’s things down with a grunt. Veronica couldn’t help but laugh about it from the living room. After unpacking most of Polly’s stuff, Betty and Polly walked back into the living room to say goodbye.

“I didn’t know you two were going to unpack everything. I just wanted to give you some privacy in case…” Veronica rambled.

“I’m glad you gave us some time alone. And don’t be too upset cause there’s still some unpacking to be done and I’m sure Polly could use the help,” Betty said as she sat down next to Veronica and reached for her hand. “Thank you so much for doing this V. It really means a lot.”

Veronica smiled at Betty, trying to ignore how aware she was of Betty’s hand on top of hers. “Anything for my girl,” she responded with a smirk.

Betty got up to say goodbye to Polly.

“You’re gonna be okay here. I’ll visit every day and we’ll figure this out,” Betty said as she hugged her older sister. Veronica’s heart jumped at the fact that Betty would be visiting every day. Betty broke the hug and looked at her sister with concern. Polly could see Veronica staring at Betty through the side of her eye as she reassured her sister that she was going to be just fine.

After Betty left, Veronica helped Polly unpack the rest of her stuff.

“Need anything else?” Veronica asked

“No, no thank you. Everything is perfect,” Polly replied. Veronica looked at her and smiled. Veronica could see the resemblance between Polly and Betty, but there was something more about Betty. Something that made Veronica want to be a better person, something that made Veronica feel happy and safe, but made her heart race at the same time. Something about Betty was perfect for Veronica.

“Uh..I think your phone is vibrating,” Polly said, finally breaking the silence.

Veronica took her phone and left the room. It was a text message from Betty.

B: I’m so lucky to have you in my life.

V: Like I said, anything for my girl.

B: Love you, best friend.

V: I love you too.

“Best friend” Veronica shook her head and tried to not let it bother her as she lay in her bed and tried to sleep.

 

The next morning:

“Good morning!” Betty said enthusiastically.

“Morning,” Veronica responded as she opened her locker and took out her books. Betty stood next to Veronica like she was waiting for her to say something.

Veronica finally looked at Betty, “You look like you have something to tell me,” laughed Veronica.

“No..I mean I do. Kinda, but not now,” Betty responded half-nervous, half excited.

“Why not now?”

“Wait. V, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Veronica looked tired and Betty could see it in her eyes despite the fact that Veronica was always well-dressed and had her make up on.

“It’s just…your eyes.”

“What about them?”
Betty loved looking into Veronica’s eyes. Those brown eyes that were usually filled with mischief, but were sometimes warm, loving and puppy dog-like.

“You just look a little tired. That’s all.”

“Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Everything okay?” Betty responded with concern.

Veronica couldn’t help but smile at Betty’s green concerned eyes.

“Everything is perfect.”

Later that day at cheer practice:

“Veronica! Either get the moves right or get out!” Cheryl shouted. Normally, Veronica was one of the best cheerleaders, if not the best, and Cheryl knew that, but today Veronica seemed tired and slow and Cheryl wasn’t going to let it go.

Veronica angrily threw her pom poms and walked out of the gym and into the locker room. Veronica wasn’t even angry at Cheryl, but at herself. She hated the way she was feeling and hated that she couldn’t control it or do anything about it. Veronica only had a second to herself, before Betty came rushing into the locker room.

“V, I’m worried.”

Betty didn’t know what to think.

“I’m just tired, B.”

“I’ve never seen you like this. You’re always out there putting all those other girls to shame, myself included of course.”

Veronica chuckled.

“I’m serious. I need you out there with me. Remember tryouts? I would’ve been a mess without you there with me.”

Veronica definitely remembered tryouts. The kiss, her lipstick smeared all over Betty’s lips. It was a day she probably would never forget.

“Of course I remember tryouts,” Veronica smirked.

Betty blushed as she remembered the kiss.

“Where’d your mind go?” Veronica asked, grinning because she already knew the answer to her question.

“If I tell you, do you promise not to laugh at me?”

“I would never laugh at you, Betty” responded Veronica sincerely.

“When you kissed me in tryouts…that was kind of my first kiss.”

Veronica’s eyes grew wide and she suddenly felt all the energy come back to her body.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Betty blushed and hid her face with her hands.

Veronica reached for Betty’s hands and moved them away from her face.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry I took that away from you.”

Veronica cupped Betty’s cheek and looked at her with so much love and concern that Betty almost forgot what they were talking about.

“I…no don’t apologize. Really, it’s fine I actually…just don’t worry about it.”

Betty hesitated to tell Veronica she liked it.

“Did you like it?” Veronica’s eyes were still on Betty and Betty began to see a bit of mischief mix into the warmth in her eyes.

“I mean…I don’t know.”

Betty was clearly flustered and blushing and trying to look anywhere but at Veronica at this point.

Veronica chuckled and softly pressed her lips on Betty’s cheek. Betty smiled but still wouldn’t meet Veronica’s gaze.

“Come on. Let’s get back out there,” said Veronica as she grabbed Betty’s hand and led her out of the locker room.


(ps: please leave me feedback. I know this isn’t great, but it’s my first fan fiction and I’d love to know what you guys think)

Trying Hard (Not to Fall)

Day 1-3 of Patater Week!  

Prompts: Getting Together/Proposal/Secret Relationship 

Also on AO3

It’s not like Kent could get out of playing against Jack. If he could, he might’ve considered it. But there Jack goes making that fucking goal, tying the score with minutes left in the third period. Maybe if Kent wasn’t so single-minded when it came to hockey, he could deal with going into overtime. But something about Zimms giving him a run for his money is unacceptable.  He pushes for another goal, it works. Unfortunately, that means accidentally running into Snowy and the net after the fact.

It’s funny how the Aces have a rep for being cheaters when the only time shit like this happens is on accident. Not that anyone would believe him. Kent’s caught under a haze of players when someone lifts him like he weighs nothing. He should guess it’s Alexei, but hearing him curse at Kent confirms it.

“You liking hit that so much?” Tater shouts. “I can hit too!”

Tater’s giving him the stink eye and honestly, it takes all of Kent’s energy to look guilty and not turned on. The goal stands, and he knows he’s gonna have some shit to answer for later. But right now, he can’t get over how good it feels to win. He’s earned this; he doesn’t have to answer to live up to Jack’s shadow anymore.

Of course, the post-game interview is going to have at least one question about that goal and three to ten about Jack.

“We played our best out there,” he tells the journalists. “This time it was enough, but obviously, we’ll prepare for the next one just as well.”

He showers, gets an Uber, and leaves without much ado. He thinks about whether he’s petty enough to say good game to Jack. Kent doesn’t know when he became so angry with him. It needs to stop—he knows that much. However, that’s an issue for another day.

There’s a brownstone townhouse a few blocks from the arena. Kent could’ve walked here, but he figures he needs to work on an apology dinner while he still has time. He pulls his key ring out of his back pocket, bracing himself. He slips in the front door, flicking on the entrance light just before getting tackled by fifty pounds of fluff.

“Vera, stop,” he laughs wincing as the black and white Siberian husky licks all over his face. He’s able to sit up after a minute of wet kisses, “yea I missed you too, baby.” He ruffles her fur, kissing her cold nose. “C’mon, you can help me grovel to Papa.” 

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Gold Digger

Prompt:  Drax attempting to flirt with the female reader but he gets confused by her use of the term ‘Gold Digger’

Pairing: Drax the Destroyer X Reader 

Warnings:  None Cuteness much

Originally posted by aviscranio

“Y/N, I have to say that the nourishment here is very satisfying.”

Giggling a bit you placed your napkin on the scavenged plate before you.  

“I agree, big guy.”

Nodding in agreement the large man continued to eat his dinner.  After all, he did order three meals whereas you only ordered one.  

It was a little bit of a ritual the two of your had developed after all this time roaming the galaxy with the ‘guardians’.  Whenever Peter would dock the Milano at port for a day or two, and the rest of the gang with busy with god knows what, you and Drax would find the best cuisine in the respective area for the best price and gorge yourselves.

Rocket would tease you both, saying how your little meal breaks were actually just dates.  Truthfully, the little fur-ball wasn’t totally wrong.  The two of you would go out on the town to find a hell of a place to chow down at, enjoy sparkling conversation, and, well, now that you though about it… Drax did always pay for you both.

“Thanks for the meal Drax.  Ya know one of these days you’re going to need to let me pay for a change I’m starting to feel like a gold digger.”  Immediately after speaking the metaphor had you remembered you were speaking to Mr. Literal.

Across the table you could see the wheels in his head start to turn as he tried so desperately to process what you had meant by ‘Gold Digger’.  His smooth head tilted to the left just slightly, almost like a little puppy dog, and his big dark orbs looked into yours like curious lights.

“But, Y/N, I have brought you here, to this place, to treat you! You are very special to me and you deserve to be fed, nourishment is very important.”  His nose crinkled slightly as he began to lecture you.  “I would never make such a beautiful woman dig for gold when I am very capable to dig for the gold myself.”  

“But Drax, I di–”

“No, Y/N, I know you are very capable of digging for the gold, I have seen you fight!”  His eyes grew big with excitement and a tiny smile tugged on either side of his lips.  “I would dig this gold and bring you to any place of nourishment you wished!  You would eat the most expensive thing on the planet with my gold! It would please me very much to treat the woman I care about so much with this gold that I have dug up from the ground!”

There was an still silence as you processed what he had said.

“That’s very sw-”

“And with the rest of the gold I would buy you a gift!”

“Drax it’s a metap-”

“A gift so grand, so brilliant that you accept me as your mate!”

“-Drax, wait what!”  

With cherry red cheeks and a small smile plastered on your face he finally stopped rambling. All of this from just a little metaphor, what a silly man!

“You don’t have to dig any gold for me, Drax.”

The man cocked his brow at you curiously, he wanted you to elaborate for he had clearly become very fond of digging gold to impress you.

“I like you just the way you are.”  Reaching across the table you placed a hand on his big calloused ones.  “All you have to do is ask me and I’ll accept you any way you’d like.”

Hesitantly he looked into your soft eyes and his shoulders relaxed.  

“No digging of any sort?”

“I mean, unless you wanna go digging for my heart~”  You teased, just being a little silly.

“I would never dig into your chest it would kill you Y/N!”

Please, Daddy

T.O.P | Smut | Completed

Requested by @christinarusher (I apologize for the wait)

Warnings: Daddy!Kink, Bestfriend!T.O.P, Slight Exhibition/Humiliation, Hair Pulling, Multiple Orgasms, Spanking, Fingering, Dry Humping/Humping, Oral Sex, Thigh Riding, Anal Sex, Slight Saliva Play, and a dash of Begging

A/N: This is exactly how to NOT do anal sex and for Christ Sakes’ do not have sex where anyone can see you.


You felt your heart sink as you grasped at the undeniable emptiness within the drawer of your antique nightstand. Your beloved diary that withheld all of your secrets had vanished into thin air, and panic was starting to kick in.

Your hands clung to your head as you pulled at your hair, frantically, your heart racing like no other.

You see, it wasn’t just a diary. It was a fenceless playground for all of your sexual fantasies. Said fantasies, of course, centering around your best friend, Choi Seunghyun, and your never ending want to be fucked good and hard by him while you called him daddy… 

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To Whom It May Concern(A Richonne Letter(A/U)

  Michonne sat at her desk. The low lamp light was driving her insane. She had finals coming up and really needed to push herself. Graduation was around the corner and she had to get through this last hurdle. She was on the track to Valedictorian and had an impressive 4.0 gpa. She hadn’t seen Rick in a couple of days. With him working and trying to get through his finals too, they just didn’t have the time to see one another.

  She heard a knock at the door. Michonne took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes. She was so tired of studying. She stood up and pulled her blue socks over her yoga pants. She had on Rick’s university sweatshirt. It was three sizes too big, but it was comfy, and had his smell on it. She loved wearing his clothes.

   As she got closer she saw an envelope being slipped under her door. She could see the shadows of the figure through the little gap at the bottom. Suddenly, they were gone. She picked up the letter.

   To whom it may concern, was written across the middle of the envelope. She opened the letter and took out the white sheet of paper. In the corner of the paper was a sketch of a little puppy and a cat. Michonne smiled. She knew who the letter was from. She started reading it.

     To whom it may concern,

    I’ve known you for the past four years. You were sitting in our Criminal Justice class in the back. I thought to myself, ‘I need to know this girl.’ (So I stalked you, a lot, lol). I knew at first sight you were the one. I thought you were gorgeous(you are very sexy), but then you spoke and I nearly had a heart attack. (Is that how all Angel’s sound?) You have a tone so silky, it moves through my ears as a song. I heard nothing but intelligence reverberate from your lips(My baby is so smart). You’re more than I’ve ever wanted, and I knew that from the moment I saw you.

   When you smile, I smile because I know you’re okay. I know you only cry when you think you’re going to get a B in a class. I know you really love scary movies, and that you pretend you don’t just so you can rub up on me(I been figured that out). I know the secret to your soft skin(Cocoa Butter, and you smell good enough to eat).

    I know that when I’m with you I forget that the world even exists. It’s like the heavens carved out just a special place for us, and it blocked all the other nonsense out. I’ve been pacing around thinking, ‘I can’t wait to see Michonne.’ Everyday I’ve thought that. I assumed a little space wouldn’t hurt us, but these last few days have killed me. You told me once that I’m like a little puppy dog and you’re a kitten. I’ve been sulking around these entire three days with my tail between my legs.(I need some licks from you).

 I’m in love with you. I know you know that. I adore everything about you. I love your locs and how they feel when I’m grabbing them while making love to you. I love your lips(My god Michonne, those lips, the stuff and thangs you can do…um um um). I want those lips now. I love how you look when I slip inside of you, it’s always the same(You’re always so soft). It always makes me want you more.

   I know you, Michonne. I know you because I know you. Every inch of you. I miss you and I love you, and please open the door. I’ve been standing out here for five minutes now, and I have the rest of the letter….

  Michonne looked up from the letter with tears in her eyes. When she opened the door she laughed and had a big smile on her face. Rick was standing there with a small post-it note in his hand.

“Here. Hold and read this.” He said with a big grin on his face. He had on a grey hoodie and some sweatpants. He had been trying to grow a beard and she had to admit, it was so sexy on him.

    Michonne read the note out loud. “To me your are perfect, Michonne. At first, I loved you from afar, and now I get as close as I can get to you, for every waking day of my life. I literally need you all the time. It’s always supposed to be us. You’re my soulmate…….For your enjoyment, I have some Chinese food and a movie. A girly movie.”

  Rick held up a bag of Chinese food and waved the movie Clueless around, smiling as if he won the lottery. Michonne bust out laughing. He was such a dork, but she loved her dork.

   She grabbed the movie and gave him a kiss.She moved her lips from his and found his ear to whisper,

   “To whom it may concern, I love you, too.”

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BTS Dating an Aries

Namjoon:

He would nod and smile with an, “okay, babe,” whenever you told him to do something. He would take your behavior with a gain of salt knowing that it’s just a part of your personality. He doesn’t really mind pampering you anyway.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Jin:

Jin would tend to get annoyed with you thinking that he was at your beck and call, but he’d learn to deal with it. He cares about you too much and would do anything to help you or take care of you.

Originally posted by softlytaejin

Yoongi:

It would only take a few times of you telling him to do stuff for you to realize that he’s not going to do. He’s lazy enough when it comes to his own life, so there is no way he would go out of his way to miss his much needed rest.

Originally posted by 12fools

Hobi:

He wouldn’t even take your requests as demands. He’d smile and oblige immediately just to see your face light up when he completed his task. Hobi wouldn’t see you as a demanding person, more as a needy one that he had to take care of.

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Jimin:

Jimin would kinda be surprised by your pushiness and how you want to take charge of everything, but being the sweetheart that he is, he would think it’s adorable, and maybe even sexy, when you tell him what to do.

Originally posted by minspink

Tae:

Tae would do anything you asked without question, like the little puppy dog that he is. Your out-going personality would get along well with his, but at times, he would just sit there quietly watching you, amazed by how straight forward and headstrong you were about things.

Originally posted by cmtae

Jungkook:

Jungkook wouldn’t really know how to handle you. Both of you have very similar personality traits and would end up butting heads a lot over who has say in certain things. “What makes you think you can order your oppa around like that, little girl?”

Originally posted by grape-joon

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Bloody Ocean Waves: Chapter 3

All of the breath in my body left all at once. I could feel my heart rise to my throat. Keith was without a doubt the one holding me at sword-point. I mean I can feel him pressed against my back. And I’d recognize those abs anywhere. I knew this was unavoidable. It was only a matter of time but I didn’t expect it to come so soon. I’m going to die today by Keith’s hands. Or should I say sword? Hell, I don’t know how he’s gonna react. He might throw away his blade and then beat me to death. I mean it’s not likely but anything’s possible I guess. The real question is what I’d prefer. Definitely sword, it’d be faster and less painful. I mean I’d prefer to live but that is becoming less and less likely as the day goes on. I wonder if I don’t die right now how could this day get worse? Somehow I don’t think that could happen but I’ve been surprised before.

“LANCE!?”

Oh shit right, Keith’s talking to me.

“Y-yeah.” My adam’s apple pressed awkwardly against the sharp blade when I spoke. “Yeah, it’s me.”

I felt Keith stiffen behind me. Speaking of which could he possibly back up a little? I really don’t want to feel him basically grinding on me in my final moments. Then again I once heard this phrase that was something along the lines of “The weak don’t get to choose how they die”. I’ve thought about that phrase a lot during my time in space. A weakling like me doesn’t get to die surrounded by my family like I’ve always wanted. Since becoming the Blue Paladin I’ve thought that I’d die on the battlefield. A battlefield millions of light-years away from everyone I’ve ever cared about. Instead, I’m gonna have to die uncomfortably close to Keith’s dick. Who would have guessed?

“Prove it.” He growled.

“You’re a dick.”

The sword pressed against my throat slowly moved away.

“Okay, it’s you.”

Once free I quickly stepped away from him and turned around. Keith had a firm grip on the handle of his sword but kept it lowered. His stance was clearly defensive but not aggressive. His bandaged hand was pressed tightly against his chest. It was clear that he was in pain, I just hope that he didn’t reopen his wounds. I mean I hope that he didn’t erase all of the hard work I put into taking care of him. I don’t care about his well being at all. Nope, not in the slightest he could drop dead for all I care. Anyway, this situation was, by all means, a surprise. Yeah, he knows that it’s me but he also knows that I’m a ghoul so why am I not dead? I avoided looking him in the eye.

“What happened?” To my surprise, he didn’t sound angry. He just sounded confused and… frail. This was wrong. Keith didn’t do frail. Keith’s an awesome pilot that does crazy stuff like fly through asteroid belts on the regular. He’s easily the best fighter out of all of us and Shiro’s right-hand man. Both figuratively and literally seeing as he forms Voltron’s right arm. He has been nothing but confident in both his skills and his decisions since we all became paladins. Seeing him this unsure was worrying. And those new drooping ears sure didn’t help the situation. Honestly, with that heartbroken face and those ears, I’d even go to say he looked cute. Like a cute little puppy dog, you had just kicked. Though to be fair the fact that he’s covered head-to-toe in blood and holding a deadly weapon sure negate that puppy dog effect.

I should probably answer him but… how? What exactly do I tell him? That I was born a monster but I’ve tried my whole life to be human? What does he even want to hear?! Fuck it I’ll just shrug that’ll probably work.

I bit my lip and gave him a half-hearted shrug. Well more like half-shouldered shrug since one of mine is completely unmovable due to excruciating pain. Keith’s grip on his weapon loosened and his lips tightened. He glared at me though it was lacking any actual anger, instead, he looked concerned? It’s kind of hard to tell with his new Galra-like eyes. At least he’s still got his pupils, I’ve only seen completely yellow eyes from other Galra. Pfft, I just came up with a funny pun, he “galred” at me. ‘Cus he’s Galra and he just glared at me. Haha, classic Lance. Right, serious conversation time Keith’s talking again.

“Lance that’s not an answer, what happened?!”

I didn’t want to admit it. Saying the truth out loud would make this all too real. I’ll just keep avoiding the question for as long as I can.
“Alright alright calm down, we rescued Allura and you got injured while fighting Zarkon” I mumbled ‘big surprise’ under my breath “Then both of us were hit by some weird magical beam courtesy of Haggar. And then while we were warping away something went wrong with the wormhole and all of us were separated. After having a pretty rough landing myself I found you looking all Galra-like and patched you up, and now we’re here.”

“You know that’s not what I meant-” He paused while his eyes grew in fear. “What did you say?”

Oh no, please god no this conversation doesn’t need to get any more awkward. Please spare me one moment of peace. He’s got to know right? I mean how do you just not know that about yourself. I mean I would have never guessed but… Keith has to already know he’s Galra right?? Please don’t make me explain to Keith that he’s Galra. How am I this unlucky why is it always me in shitty situations like this? Might as well bite the bullet already, who knows maybe the universe will give me a break today and not force me to explain to my teammate that he’s a monster. Keith is strong, stronger than I could ever be, but anyone would break down when they realize that they’re part of the species that we’re supposed to be fighting.
“That I found you looking all Galra-like?”

“Y-You’re joking right?” It sounded like even he didn’t believe what he was saying. Guess that confirms that theory. Keith didn’t know he was Galra and now I’m the bringer of existentially bad news. Man, this whole situation just sucks.

Then Keith caught sight of his hand. He dropped his weapon in shock and brought his hands to his face. His furry, purple, and clawed hands. The hands of a monster. He dropped to his knees and just kept staring at his hands blankly. His face was devoid of emotion. He just kept inspecting his hands. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His pupils were shrunk to inhuman sizes and his breathing panicked. Despite his fragile state he still refused to cry. Even in his toughest moments, he stayed stoic. I think he’s having a panic attack. How do I help him? I’ve helped Poco out of her panic attacks but Keith and she are completely different people. And I’m not that close with Keith I don’t know how to help him. I wish Shiro was here. Shiro was Keith’s adopted brother if I’m remembering what they told me correctly. Shiro would know just what to do. But I’ve got to try anyway.

“Hey, Keith budd-” I was cut off by him suddenly and violently scratching his hands apart. As if he could tear the fur right off of him. His new claws were doing serious damage to his already messed up hands. Purple blood started flowing from the new and deep wounds he had created. The sight of his blood only seemed to worsen his mood. He started scratching with even more force behind the movements. I had to stop him.

“HEY HEY WHOA!!” I screamed while I took him by the hand. He tensed up at the action as if I was hurting him. I loosened my grip in fear that I squeezed his already messed up hand too tightly. Ghouls are scarily strong, strong enough to accidentally break bones when all I want to do is a help. The moment my grip loosened he broke away from my hold and went to grab at his hair. But his hand brushed past his new ears. His lips tightened. He started clawing at his ears leaving deep gashes in the vulnerable flesh. I grabbed his hands without care for how strong my grip was. I held his broken hand in mine and the other with my kagune. I pinned his hands to the ground.

“Keith! KEITH!”

Now that he wasn’t ripping apart his ears I could see the damage. Both his ears and his hands were torn open showing just how sharp his new claws were. A large chunk of flesh was missing from his right ear. I could probably find it if I looked down. Keith was struggling under my grip but I kept him restrained. I was trying my hardest to not use too much force but with every second of struggling it seemed like it was my only option. After all, Ghouls are strong, but Galra can easily keep up with them when it comes to strength. I tightened my grip and called out to him again.

“Keith you gotta calm down!”

He wasn’t listening to me and I wouldn’t be able to hold him forever. I did the only thing I could think of. I smashed our foreheads together violently. He stopped struggling.

“Keith look at me.” I said seriously while making no room for protest. My temple was in a lot of pain, I ignored it.

He looked up and our eyes met. One pair a sharp and ugly red against pitch black. The other a deep indigo highlighted by an acidic yellow. Neither were human yet both would give anything to be.

“Repeat after me, alright?” I said before his attention could switch away from me. He slowly nodded while biting his lip. Poco always calmed down when I used this technique. Hopefully, Keith will react well to it as well.

“My name is Keith Kogane.”

“My name is Keith Kogane.” He repeated.

“I’m the pilot of the Red Lion.”

“I’m the pilot of the Red Lion.”

“A member of Voltron, defenders of the universe.”

“A member of Voltron, defenders of the universe.”

“I have a stupid mullet.”

“I have a stup- LANCE!” Damn, he almost fell for it.

“And I’m not a monster.” He hesitated to repeat after me. “Keith please.”

“And I’m not a monster.” He said at long last but it sounded dishonest. He wasn’t fighting me anymore. Instead, he was just sitting there looking lost and confused. It was pitiful to see such an incredible person at his weakest. If there’s a God out there he sure is a bastard, forcing such wonderful people to hurt themselves like this. Forcing them to be something that they never wanted to be. It’s funny that it took me this long to see his but Keith reminds me a lot of Poco. Both are undeserving of their situations. I wasn’t able to help Poco but I refuse to let Keith go down the same path. I would do anything to save him from himself.

“Could you let go of me?” He said in a tired tone.

“Only if you promise not to hurt yourself again.” He nodded softly. I reluctantly let go of him. He didn’t hurt himself but he didn’t move either. He just kept looking down at the floor. I extended my kagune to grab the med-kit lying on the other side of the cockpit. I slid it over to where we were sitting. I took a piece of cloth and soaked it in disinfectant. I softly took one of Keith’s hands and starting patching him up again. He didn’t protest.

Damn these are some serious scratches. Both of his hands were borderline mangled and drenched in purple blood. I pressed the cloth against his hand, he flinched but kept silent. I wonder if I should have cleaned the blood off first. Man, I really wish Poco taught me more about medical stuff. Once I figured that his wounds were clean I took another cloth and started wiping the blood off. Would be better if I had some water. Wait, I’m pretty sure Coran said that Altean bandages were waterproof during his med-kit explanation. That means I could clean myself off in the river without having to re-bandage anything. I would love to clean up after Keith’s better. Like seriously I’m sure being coated in blood isn’t good for my complexion. Once his hand was deemed clean enough I started wrapping it up.

I took his other hand and winced once I saw how bad it was. This was the hand that already broken, to begin with, so that was a good start. Keith really didn’t go easy on himself. For the most part, it looked like his other hand, deep gashes but nothing too serious. But there was one gash that was deep enough to reveal bone. I started patching this one up a lot quicker than I did the other hand. I pressed the disinfectant cloth into the wound and Keith jerked back in pain. I saw him bite down on his tongue to prevent a scream. I kept the cloth on regardless. I took another cloth from the med-kit and started cleaning up his hand.

“Haggar did this to us didn’t she.” I paused in my cleaning and looked up at him. I really wasn’t expecting Keith to speak up first.

“Yeah, she did.” I answered before continuing my rather poor patch-up job.

“We can’t return to the others like this.” I hummed an agreement.

“There’s got to be a way for us to fix this.” He continued.

“Maybe another druid could help?” I suggested.

“Maybe.” He mumbled while inspecting his bandaged hand with a weary expression. Guess he doesn’t trust in my ability to patch him up. Though to be fair I don’t either. I don’t have a clue to what I’m doing.

“Allura never mentioned that druid magic could do something as radical as a species change.” He said mostly to himself. Wait, what?

“Could you repeat that?” I paused in the cleaning of his wounds. There was no way what I think is happening is happening. The universe would never be so kind to me.

“I said that I didn’t know druid magic could change someone into something else?” He answered with a confused expression. Probably wondering why I would ask him to repeat that.

Oh my god, I can’t believe that something this good is happening to me. All of my good karma is coming together to create this one great act. Keith doesn’t realize that neither of us are human, he thinks this is completely due to druid magic. I have a chance to keep my secret. He doesn’t think I’m a monster. He still thinks I’m human. I can’t let him realize the truth I can’t let him know that I’m a disgusting freak. But this should be easy. I mean I’m already used to lying on a daily basis to the people I care about. All I have to do now is find a druid that can fix this while keeping the fact that neither of us are human a secret. Holy shit I could break into tears right now, it’s been a long day but things are finally looking up for me. Just have to keep the act up.

“Oh yeah! I mean I was super confused when I woke up like this.” I lied easily as I starting bandaging his hands up. He nodded his agreement but the action was cut short when he suddenly reached out and grabbed my shoulder. Honestly, I was surprised how gently he held me. He looked terrified and… concerned?

“Lance what happened to your arm!?”

“Hm? Oh, I had a bit of a rough landing, I’ll manage.” I waved his concern off.

“I’ll manage!? Lance, you lost an arm!”

I shifted out of his grip and returning to bandaging his hand up. If I act casual he won’t think it’s a big deal.

“It’ll grow back.” I said with a shrug.

That seemed to calm him down a bit though he still looked concerned for me. Though his concern was quickly replaced by discomfort.

“Oh, right.” He said awkwardly. He fidgeted slightly in his seat and avoided looking me in the eyes. Guess he doesn’t like being reminded of my “ghoulness”. Can’t really blame the guy, no one should be completely comfortable with a man-eating monster. Just goes to show how I need to do everything I can to keep the truth from him. Better switch the topic before things get even more uncomfortable. I’ll just start bickering with him like we always do, that’ll get rid of this serious mood.

“Took you awhile to notice, though.” I said slyly. “Guess you’re slower than I first thought.”

“I had other things to worry about.” He growled while his cheeks flushed a strange lilac color. Huh, I guess Galra do blush purple.

“Oh? So you’re admitting that you care more about yourself than me?” I said, though my words were lacking any real anger. Keith seemed to pick up on the fact that I was just playing.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He grumbled just as I finished bandaging his hand.

Now how do I treat his ears? Guess I’ll just wing it. I reached up and cupped his chin. He leaned into my touch, guess that means he’s letting me work on his ears. I moved his face to the side so I could get a better view of his wounds. His left ear had a few cuts on it but his right ear was missing a whole chunk of flesh. I gently dabbed the disinfectant on his cuts. He tensed at the action but stayed still enough for me to properly work on him.

“Man, you really owe me for this.”

“I feel like you should owe me.” He eyed his bandages with a raised eyebrow and a grimace.

“Excuse me! You don’t get to complain to the person who just saved your life.” I stopped cleaning his wounds so I could put my hand on my chest in an over-dramatic offense. He let out a huff of air in a mix of amusement and annoyance.

“You don’t have to do this you know. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Oh please like you could do this any better.”

“It’d be a challenge not to.”

“A challenge huh?” I eyed him with a raised eyebrow and a sly smirk. I planted the still wet cloth in his hand and he winced at the sudden pressure on his injured hands. But he didn’t let that wince show for long. In fact, a normal person wouldn’t have even spotted it. But I’d like to consider myself a pretty observant person. And I know that Keith can never back down from a challenge, no matter how pointless it was. Though to be fair I’m just as bad. Actually, I’m even worse considering I’m the one starting these challenges most of the time. But it’s not like I’d admit that to Keith, I’d never admit a lot of things to Keith.

“Prove it.” I said with a cat-like smile as I sat back criss-cross apple sauce and planted my chin on my hand, elbow resting on my thigh. I could feel my kagune wave lazily behind me. Keith rolled his eyes at my tendency to make everything into a competition. Whatever, he can roll his eyes all he wants but he’s still the one that agrees to my challenges. At least this will give me a chance to relax while Keith does all the work. Besides, Keith would be much better at this than me. Not that I’d ever admit that out loud. He’s just so naturally gifted at everything, well everything besides talking, but of course, he would be just as talented in medicine. Though that’s not too much of a compliment considering I’ve been doing all of this with only one hand.

Keith set to work immediately leaving no room for messing around. He took some of the patches used for smaller wounds and set to covering all of his cuts. I would have figured the regular bandages would have been better but now that I’m thinking about it I’m not exactly sure how you would wrap his ears without covering his eyes as well. I eyed his wounds wearily. Most of them would probably scar. I figured they’d look kind of like tiger stripes once fully healed. The lines thinning and thickening in an intricate pattern that covered most of his ears. I wonder if it’s possible for Ghoul’s to get scars. I’d love to have a cool scar like Keith will. Girls love badass looking scars. Something noticeable like on my face but not big or messy enough to be considered ugly. Something like a cut on my eyebrow. Keith is gonna get so much attention from those sweet looking scars. Though, I guess his ears would look a whole lot less cool once Human again.

Once his ears were properly bandaged he started ripping off all of his other bandages and re-wrapping his wounds. My expression soured but I kept quiet. Those bandages were just barely clinging to his form before. As much as I’d hate to admit it he really does need proper care. And even with damaged hands, he could deliver that much better than I ever could. Man, why is Keith so badass? He’s super injured and just had a panic attack but he isn’t letting him phase him at all. He’s even dressing his own wounds while I just sit back and watch. What did he do to become so great at everything? Why is he so much better than me in every way? I mean he’s a better pilot and a better fighter, plus he’s Shiro’s favorite. When all of us were still on Earth Shiro was my hero and I always dreamed of getting his attention. And now that we’re all soldiers against our will I still lack his recognition. I mean I’m always trying my hardest but that’s always going to be nothing compared to Keith.

“Lance?” Oh looks like he finished redressing his wounds. And now he’s looking at me all concerned like. Damn, my expression must have given away my depressing thoughts. I can’t let this get to me, not in front of Keith. He doesn’t need another reason to see me as weak. I just have to stay strong until both of us are human-looking again.

“What’s up?” I hastily put on my signature smile and met his gaze. The moment our eyes connected he looked away from my face. My eyes must really freak him out and I can’t really blame the guy. I mean he must have been raised on scary stories about ghouls just like all other humans. Back on Earth ghouls lived hidden not out of personal choice but due to fear of death. All known ghouls were hunted and killed like wild animals. Even the “peaceful” ghouls that didn’t kill, like my family and I. It’s almost funny how humans were raised to fear ghouls yet ghouls were raised to fear humans even more.

“Never mind.” He muttered awkwardly. Keith has never been good at emotions. He dealt with swords and ships not talking and emoting. I guess a sincere looking smile is enough to ward off suspicion for now. Better change the subject before he could push me further.

“Hey, you’re one of those weirdos that prepare for the apocalypse right?”

“The term is survivalists but yes I am.” He looked sour at my comment about his weirdness. And I stand by my statement about him and his weird hobbies. Like seriously who spends their free time on stuff like cryptid hunting, conspiracy theories, and survival scenarios? He could be doing much more useful things in his spare time like actually taking care of that thing attached to his head he calls a mullet. I don’t think his hair has ever actually seen a shampoo bottle in his entire life. I mean that’s what I do in my free time, skin and hair care is no joke.

“So have you decked Red out with anything useful? Specifically a change of clothes and some towels?”

“Yes?” He said, clearly confused to why I was asking for such things.

“Because we, my now furry friend, are going for a dip.”

“A what?”

“We’re gonna go wash off.”

“Oh, yeah that’d be nice.” He said with as grimace as he looked down at his bloody and torn undersuit.

“So lead the way?” I got up to my feet and offered my hand to Keith. He took it and I pulled him to his feet. I looked down at him with a small smirk. Keith might be better to me than everything, receives Shiro’s affection, and isn’t a bloodthirsty monster but at the very least I’m a good deal taller than him. Keith took off to the other side of the cockpit and crouched down to a large metal box that had been attached to the floor. Looks like he had Red’s cockpit modified just like I modified Blue’s. Nothing big but just a few additions that we felt were necessary. Pidge and Hunk probably helped him just like they helped me since those two were in charge of mechanical stuff.

The box was locked and Keith took the padlock in his hand. A holographic screen with a keyboard filled with Altean symbols projected from the lock. So it’s an Altean padlock then, I haven’t seen one before. The Altean language is complete nonsense to me in both spoken and written form. But I guess that’s to be expected from an alien language. Keith started typing in an over complicated password that really should have ended at the fifteenth symbol. But no instead it kept going until I had lost count of how many symbols long it was. How does Keith even remember this code? Why did he make it so long? Oh wait I know the answer to that question and it’s because he’s a paranoid weirdo.

Finally, the lock clicked open and the holographic screen dissipated. Keith opened the lid of the box and inside was everything you’d expect and so much more. To the left were a collection of knives bundled together by a piece of red cloth, four folded up ponchos which of course were all red, several boxes of matches, a catalytic heater and some bottled gas fuel, and finally a folded up red sleeping bag. To the right were four Altean first aid kits like the ones we had in our lions, three canteens all full of water, a water filter, a mass of canned foods which ranged from “Canned Corn” to “Canned Narsfluf Meat”, a large net, some kind of super advanced space radio, six red flares, a notepad and a box of pencils, and a compass. And underneath all of that were a collection of sharp weapons which included a Swiss Army Knife, a hatchet, a machete, and a pair of bladed brass knuckles?? What would you ever need bladed brass knuckles for?! Holy shit man, what else is in here? That half broken pencil I lost in third grade!? My little sister’s misplaced teddy bear!? My long gone self-esteem!?

“My god Keith how did you even fit everything in here!?”

“Practice.” He said with a stone cold expression while looking me dead in the eye.

“Wha- you know what never mind, just get me a set of clothes and a towel.” I don’t think I’ve ever felt this defeated before.

“Alright.” He said before unpacking some of his supplies to reveal a second layer of bullshit hidden underneath the first layer. In this new layer I could see six sets of Keith’s usual outfit, a load of folded up towels and blankets, a portable stove, a bow saw, a set of armor, several red glow sticks, a few candles, a bunch of trash bags, and a parachute. Why would he even need a parachute? What is wrong with this box. I, a man-eating monster, and Keith, a furry purple alien cat-human hybrid, pilot giant mechanical lions and were hit by a magic lightning bolt cast by a space druid. And yet somehow a single metal box manages to be the strangest thing to ever happen to me. I’m pretty sure it is physically impossible to fit all of this shit into a single room and yet somehow he fit it all in a box.

“Why do you even need all of this…”

“It’s good to be prepared.” He said with a shrug and an innocent look on his face as if he didn’t break the laws of reality to pack this box.

“Look, man, there’s being prepared and then there’s whatever the hell this is!”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Keith! Look at everything in here! What is RIGHT about is!?”

“Lance.”

“No I’m being serious here I’m sure some law of nature was broken today!”

“Lance stop.”

“If I had taken every object in my house and stuffed it all into a box, which I should mention isn’t POSSIBLE, it still wouldn’t be anywhere close to how much shit you’ve got here!!”

“Lance you’re being over dramatic.”

“I am not being over dramatic.” I said dramatically with a hand on my chest “What do you even plan to do with bladed brass knuckles and a parachute!? I could maybe understand the rest of it but what would you ever use a pair of bladed brass knuckles and a parachute for!?”

“I just wanted to be prepared.”

“FOR WHAT!?!?”

“Everything.”

I wasn’t going to win this. I let out a deep and tired sigh as I rubbed my template. How did he even get all this stuff? Did he ask Allura or Coran for some Altean versions of regular Earth survival gear? Did he bring all of this from Earth!? No, I would have noticed I was the one that flew everyone off of Earth. There was no way he could have hidden this box while we were flying to Arus. I don’t even understand what half of this stuff would be used for. Keith is weird.

“Whatever, let’s just clean up already.”

anonymous asked:

ok but lena loves animals so much because they're always there with unconditional love for her, which is something that she's literally never had before. so like when her and kara adopt their first dog together, she honest to god treats him like he's her biological son and it's absolutely ridiculous and adorable.

oh my god?? dude lena is 100% the type of person to buy sweaters and tiny little boots for their puppy. and when kara’s like “lena, you know dogs… don’t need sweaters right?” lena just stares at her. “of course i know they don’t need them. but what if they want them, kara? can’t a dog wear a sweater without judgment?”

(lena comes home with a dog-sized supergirl outfit one day. “it’ll remind me of you when you can’t be here,” lena says. kara decides she likes the doggy clothes)

HER (2013) SENTENCE STARTERS.

change as needed. some trigger warnings apply.

  • hi, i’m here alone, and i can’t sleep.
  • choke me with the dead cat !
  • i can’t even prioritize between video games and internet porn.
  • you’re just not optimistic ! you’re being very stubborn right now.
  • fuck you, shithead fuckface, fuckhead.
  • wow, you’re kinda nosy.
  • i can’t believe i’m having this conversation with my computer.
  • i actually like crying sometimes. it feels good.
  • i’m going on a date.
  • i want to be as complicated as all of these people.
  • well, you don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you care about.
  • you wanna try getting out of bed ? mopey.
  • you’re like a little puppy dog.
  • don’t use your tongue so much.
  • wait, you’re not gonna fuck me and then not call me like the other guys, are you ?
  • you know, at this age, i feel like i can’t let you waste my time if you don’t have the ability to be serious.
  • you’re a really creepy dude.
  • what’s it like ? what’s it like to be alive in that room right now ?
  • sometimes i think i’ve felt everything i’m ever gonna feel and from here on out i’m not going to feel anything new - just lesser versions of what i’ve already felt.
  • what a sad trick.
  • but i should tell you that i’m not in a place to commit to anything right now. i want to be up front with you.
  • yeah ? well, did I say i wanted to commit to you ? i’m confused.
  • what if you could erase from your mind that you’d ever seen a human body and then you saw one.
  • what if your butthole was in your armpit ?
  • the past is just a story we tell ourselves.
  • it’s not serious, it just feels good to be around someone who has an excitement about the world.
  • but you know, only one major life decision at a time.
  • for the next ten minutes, if you say anything that sounds remotely like guilt, i’m gonna stab you with this.
  • anyone that has sex with you is probably faking it.
  • i think anybody that falls in love is a freak.
  • yeah, but everything makes you cry.
  • everything you make makes me cry.
  • what ? say it. am i really that scary ? say it.
  • i guess i was just trying to communicate because that’s how people talk. that’s how people communicate.
  • i just don’t think we should pretend you’re something you’re not.
  • fuck. will you just punch me in the face ? or smash my skull into the corner of your desk
  • we’re just dumb humans.
  • you’re a good one.
  • i just wanted to hear your voice and tell you how much i love you.
  • are you in love with anyone else ? 
  • you’re mine and you’re not mine.
  • i’m yours and i’m not yours.
  • we’re all leaving.
  • i love you so much, but this is where i am now. this is who I am now. and i need you to let me go.
  • i’ve never loved anyone the way i love you. 

anonymous asked:

Teahyung, Jimin, and Jungkook long reaction please to Having an Aries personality lover. Please and thank you.

Jimin:

Jimin would kinda be surprised by your pushiness and how you want to take charge of everything, but being the sweetheart that he is, he would think it’s adorable, and maybe even sexy, when you tell him what to do.

Originally posted by minspink

Tae:

Tae would do anything you asked without question, like the little puppy dog that he is. Your out-going personality would get along well with his, but at times, he would just sit there quietly watching you, amazed by how straight forward and headstrong you were about things.

Originally posted by cmtae

Jungkook:

Jungkook wouldn’t really know how to handle you. Both of you have very similar personality traits and would end up butting heads a lot over who has say in certain things. “What makes you think you can order your oppa around like that, little girl?”

Originally posted by grape-joon

From what I’ve read, aries have a really domineering personalities, so I hope this is what you wanted. Wasn’t really sure how to go about this. 😅 - admin nicole 💕