like it hurt him so bad and he can't stop thinking about it


Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance

“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.

The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.

Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.

the signs as people from my university
  • Aries: That girl who loves partying and socializing with people, she's a fangirl of so many buffed-up singers and she's so pretty. She's kinda judgmental and she's homophobic but she follows so many gay people and likes their posts and nobody in my generation really understands why. She can be really impulsive sometimes and she hates classes but she's a good friend and a funny person
  • Taurus: That girl who is always late, she has social anxiety and she's silent af. Grades are not her forte'. She tries to socialize very hard and everyone is annoyed by the fact that she tries to discuss things that she really doesn't know shit about. She is afraid of some professors, she is christian af and she is kinda lost, but she's a good girl who believes in the supernatural and she always invites us to coffee at her place
  • Gemini: The girl who loves spending time with people, she always loves to discuss about every topic, she knows so much about many things, she's doing great with her grades and she's among the top 5 students in the entire generation. Also, she has PERFECT, sonorous American accent and everybody loves it. She always initiates coffee gatherings but nobody really comes because she's not that much of a leader and her voice is so soft so nobody could really hear when she's talking. She's also a passionate gamer AND in the same time she finds time to maintain her grades and social life
  • Cancer: That (jock) guy who's the tallest one, he's blonde, buffed-up and he's the definition of a straight white boy. He's childish as fuck and he can become very boring sometimes. Once, my colleagues have shooed him out of the cafeteria because he was bothering them. He also tells so many stupid dad-jokes and laughs at his own jokes, flirts with some professors, has been single since forever (not that he's ugly - he's average looking but he's so much boring sometimes because he doesn't have any real friends and he gets excited about people so he doesn't know WHEN to stop). He literally flirts with every single female human being that he can find and he pushes them all away because he's pushy af. He's also introverted and doesn't really know his way with girls
  • Leo: That girl who's one of the top students in the generation. She's always smiling, she has the best grades, she always tries to present this "perfect" image of herself. She is very intelligent and she loves reading, she gets drunk like every second day but that doesn't stop her from maintaining her perfect grades. She's very successful and she's a good leader, she knows all the fresh gossip and she always sits in the first row with her best university friend. In fact, she and her best uni friend are hated by everyone because they're just so successful and everyone's jealous of them. She also secretly hates everybody and gossips with her best uni friend. She and her friend have tons of screenshots ready to blackmail people if anyone says anything against them lmao. But everyone (every zodiac sign) in this generation pretends we like each other so...
  • Virgo: That professor who's VERY detail-oriented and she's a big perfectionist but she can't fix her awful handwriting. She's very successful and she has TONS of potential, she literally KNOWS EVERYTHING about her subjects but sometimes she can really drain us physically and emotionally. She gives us tons of assignments and homework and she always gives us lectures on the most difficult courses. Jfc she behaves like we study in Cambridge / Oxford. But don't get me wrong, she's NOT a bad person. She's actually a VERY good person and at the end of each semester she buys us coffee and tea, she talks with us about our experience with the course and she just wants us to learn some things that we should learn, that's why we perceive her as "difficult" and "problematic"
  • Libra: That girl who loves hugging, has great communication skills and is a social justice warrior. She thinks that she's everyone's friend and she always tries to criticize everyone's opinion, thinking that she'll seem and sound more intelligent. She also listens to rock and metal, she loves children and she smokes a lot, she's very sensitive and she's very friendly. Once, on the Facebook group of the university, she tried to accuse Pisces of something he didn't do and he literally ruined her in front of all those people, that was one of her biggest mistakes she's ever done in uni because she didn't know that that guy can be pretty evil when someone tries to insult/hurt him. The next day in uni she was on the verge of a mental breakdown because that guy really hurt her with his words, making her look stupid and pretentious, and everybody stopped talking to that guy for like, a month or two
  • Scorpio: That girl who's late in class 90% of the time, and those 10% she's not present in class. She is very quiet and she doesn't show particular interest in anything. She doesn't have a taste in fashion and style, unlike most Scorpios that I know. She just wants to go home all the time and nobody knows what she's doing in her life, she's so mysterious and she's not a good teamworker because she doesn't really care about her grades
  • Sagittarius: That girl who can't stop talking and she's always arguing with someone but we all love her. She's very communicative but she's insecure at the same time. She has tons of likes on Facebook and Instagram. She's a VERY open-minded girl, she hates racism, homophobes, nazi scum and racists. She's a really good friend with Leo and Pisces but Capricorn is her bff and her roommate. She has an excellent taste in fashion, style and music and she has S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows. I think that she's bi/lesbian but maybe she's closeted. She always hugs Capricorn and gets beaten by Capricorn because Capricorn can't stand people touching her
  • Capricorn: That girl who loves vintage notebooks, loves taking studyblr photos and uploads them on tubmlr and Instagram, she loves journeys and we haven't heard her talking for THREE GODDAMN YEARS. She is very antisocial and introverted but she has excellent taste for art, film, music and she's like 24/7 on her phone because it's obvious that she can't stand most of us but she's always sweet and supportive when someone approaches her. Sometimes she doesn't want to talk and she just smiles as a response. She's Sagittarius' best friend and roommate and they've became really close friends. She also loves journeys and she's a daydreamer but she's very intelligent. Her grades are not that good, she's not an attention whore and she tries to be "invisible" but she simply can't
  • Aquarius: That guy with his cockney accent who has insane memory and loves football. He's actually a loner, he's a bit creepy and weird, le loves britpop and indie nd he was one of the best students in the first two years of uni but his grades dropped. He's like, very secretive and he can be pretty arrogant and you just can't sit next to him because he's telling jokes all the time which takes your attention away. He is a loner and once he publicly told us that he used to have cyber sex with his girlfriend because she lived in another country and they've never met in real life (I mean, who tells such things omg Aqua get your shit together). He tries to insult people and he tries to be sarcastic but he can only be sarcastic with the stupid ones. He also thinks that he's a know-it-all and that he's the most intelligent person in the world. He can be really judgmental sometimes and he pushes people away with that
  • Pisces: That guy who always sits in the first row with his best university friend and is one of the top students in the generation. He's also a model, nerd, gamer, works out and whatnot. He is sweet to everyone and talks to everyone but he can be very sassy at times. He was the one who had a verbal fight with Libra because Libra triggered him and he destroyed her verbally. He's really skinny and dreamy and he has a very deep voice and an excellent taste in fashion and style. His style is kinda dark and he's so aesthetic. He listens to some music that no other people in the world listen to but he also listens to some mainstream music. In fact, he listens to whatever he wants and he doesn't really think about what other people think about him. He tends to roll his eyes a lot and he cares about his physical beauty more than he cares about his love life. He's too egotistic and self-centered and he's extremely picky, which makes him single most of the time.

“Steve in CA:CW only thinks about Bucky!” / “Steve broke up the Avengers for Bucky!” 

I can’t count the number of times I have seen these phrases or variants thereof uttered in fandom, and it’s starting to make me a little bit bananas. So I’m gonna break down the issues with this line of thinking. 

First off, it isn’t true at all. Yes, Steve has a strong emotional response to issues involving Bucky, and yes, Bucky is a key piece on the chessboard in CA:CW. Decisions are made regarding him that impact the eventual split of the Avengers. But ultimately, Steve’s choices in the movie are rational and based on Steve’s ethics, Steve’s unwillingness to allow pointless death, and Steve’s mistrust of institutions after having been burned twice. All else being equal, and Bucky not being a factor, it is hard to imagine Steve making wholly different choices.

Steve goes after Bucky when he’s accused of bombing the UN, but does so to bring him in, and because there is a kill order on Bucky. Bucky is a goddamn living weapon, and will not go quietly into that good night; Steve has no way of knowing at that point if Bucky will use lethal force or not against those trying to apprehend him, and so goes after him because Steve has a better chance than anyone else of bringing him in without loss of life. Steve going after Bucky alone is a course of action he feels compelled to take not only to save Bucky’s life, but the lives of everyone else involved, at risk to his own. Steve is very explicit about this in his conversation with Natasha ( “If he’s this far gone, then… I should be the one to bring him in.” “Why?” “Because I’m the one least likely to die trying”). At this point, no other Avengers are involved; this is Steve’s choice and Steve’s action, and not a determining factor on the fate of the team. 

While Bucky’s lack of due process is pretty clearly upsetting to Steve, he is still willing to consider the Accords even after that whole incident, and even with his skepticism about the Accords’ definition of accountability. He doesn’t wholly back out until he finds out Wanda is being kept under house arrest without her knowledge and without any justification beyond her perceived ‘dangerousness’ (keep in mind, the incident in Lagos is because Crossbones set off a bomb; more people would have died without Wanda’s intervention. The hate toward her in-universe is a result of media spin and fear of powered people, because her powers weren’t enough to save everyone. It’s worth wondering: had it been one of Tony’s automated suits that didn’t get the bomb clear in time, would we be seeing the same furor?). This is understandably upsetting to a guy who lived through a period of seeing people interned and worse based on public fear of certain minorities, and has seen how it can escalate into absolute horror; while Wanda’s imprisonment is cushy, as Tony points out, it sets a profoundly disturbing precedent. 

When Steve and Team Cap face off against Team Iron Man at the airport, it’s because they need to get to Siberia – not because Steve just wants to run off with Bucky. Steve attempts to explain the situation (“…And there are 5 more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't”), and Tony makes it clear he has no intention of listening at that point (“All right, I’ve run out of patience. Underoos!”).  Steve is left with no choice but to fight his way out to stop what Zemo’s trail has led them to believe is an incredibly serious and imminent threat to global safety, which Tony is unwilling to listen to, and which Ross is later unwilling to take seriously.  

The film’s initial marketing (and hyper-focus on the eyeroll-worthy “he’s my friend”/”so was I” exchange) plus the lens of Stucky shipping have actually done us a disservice, I think, by characterizing Steve as someone who makes all his choices around Bucky. But even with Bucky not being a factor, I honestly don’t think we’d see Steve make different choices when forced into this same situation and provided with the same intel. With the threat of brainwashed super soldiers being unleashed and no time to wait for the UN to get its ass in gear – and that only happening IF Ross could be convinced to listen – he would probably still head to Siberia to try to stop it himself should no one else listen and be willing to act. If Wanda was being imprisoned and a precedent set for interning enhanced people who didn’t sign the Accords, I think he’d still be opposed to signing. Even before Bucky is ever a factor, Steve has legitimate concerns about the Accords – Accountable to whom? What’s the process? What happens to people who don’t sign? What guarantee do they have that the Avengers won’t be used for national agendas?

Maybe Tony would have been more willing to listen to Steve if Bucky weren’t involved. But Steve is actually responding pretty rationally throughout, and being honest with himself about what he thinks he can and can’t promise in good faith.

Tony, on the other hand, is painted by many fans as someone who is making choices from a rational, reasonable place, but if we look at what is said and done canonically… the opposite appears to be true?

While unquestionably an intellectually brilliant man, Tony is pretty consistently characterized as someone who reacts from a place of emotion and impulse rather than from a place of detached intellectual analysis. It’s part of what makes him an interesting character, and makes him diverge from the ‘aloof genius’ archetype we see with Reed Richards and a number of other super-geniuses of the Marvel universe. He makes a lot of choices – good and bad – based on strong feelings and gut reactions rather than thinking things through. Sometimes this means throwing caution to the winds and setting a whole new ethical course for his company. And sometimes this means accidentally inventing a murderbot. 

Tony straight up tells Steve that he wants to sign the Accords to get Pepper back while still doing his Iron Man shtick ( “I never stopped. Cause the truth is I don’t wanna stop. I don’t want to lose her. I thought maybe the Accords can split the difference.”) And he only gets involved with the Accords after being made to feel guilty when ambushed by Miriam. Tony’s support of the Accords stems from his personal guilt, and personal motivations to get Pepper back more than any consideration of longterm, far-reaching effects. We can see the lack of thought he’s put into this when Tony himself later goes completely rogue and ignores Ross (to whom he’s supposed to answer under the Accords), defying the very policies he’s been pushing because they become inconvenient in a way he didn’t anticipate. We also see it when he admits he didn’t know the rogue Avengers would be thrown into the RAFT, implying he didn’t investigate the ramifications of the Accords fully. The timeframe of the Accords is rushed, with the Avengers given an ultimatum on an absurd deadline, and Tony’s eagerness to soothe his guilt and repair his relationship drives him to help force them into that scenario – where a schism is more or less an inevitability. 

And contrary to the narrative that the marketing team seemed to push and that a lot of fans on both sides cling to, it isn’t Steve’s reaction in this conflict that comes from a place of emotional impulsivity due to Bucky. 

In fact, the most visceral, emotional, irrational decision made in regards to Bucky in the course of the movie? Is made by Tony

Now, I can’t honestly blame him for wanting to kill Bucky after seeing the footage of Howard and Maria’s deaths – I would straight up murder anyone who laid a finger on my mom, no matter the situation, so I have a LOT of sympathy. But while it’s understandable, it is not excusable. Bucky did not have any agency as the Winter Soldier. He was a brainwashed torture victim with no free will; the culpability for Howard and Maria’s deaths lies on the HYDRA handler who sent the Winter Soldier after them. And Tony knows this. But he responds from a place of pain and emotion and tries to kill Bucky anyway – because he’s hurting and wants to make someone else hurt too, and also, according to the Russoes’ commentary, to hurt Steve. 

And it’s that final violence, with Bucky and Steve forced to fight Tony for Bucky’s life, that drives the ultimate wedge in the Avengers. Tony had seen the flaws in the Accords and been willing to defy Ross; Steve finally had the opportunity to explain the threats he was dealing with and have Tony listen; they were ready to confront Zemo together. Up to that point, reconciliation and reunification of the Avengers had been a very tangible, present possibility. But once again, Tony backs Steve into a corner with an ultimatum: before, it was his ethics or his legal standing. Now, it’s Tony’s friendship, or Bucky’s life. And because Steve is obviously not willing to let Tony straight-up murder Bucky to satisfy his vengeance, that reconciliation is taken off the table.

So yes, the Avengers are ultimately still broken up at the end of CA:CW because of an irrational decision made about Bucky.

But it’s not made by Steve. 

the blazing bombardier.

Idk, this is just a summery fluffball of a Sterek getting-together drabble because I’m tired of winter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

He knows such people exist because he’s been standing in line with them for the Blazing Bombardier for half an hour now, but even when he’s looking right at them, it’s hard to believe. Seriously, why. The list of things to do on a Saturday afternoon that don’t involve screaming and trying not to hurl is literally infinite. He could be lounging around in his pjs in his dorm right now and rereading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, just for example. Or working out, or going for a drive to the beach, or watching a movie with Boyd and Erica. (Boyd and Erica are officially his favorite people right now because, unlike his sisters, they understand the basic concept that friends don’t make their friends who lose bets ride the most terrifying invention since clown costumes.)

The line moves forward, and oh god, now Derek can actually see the loading station. The seats are wicked-looking hanging harnesses painted to look like flames. He’s going to be sick before he even sits down in the thing.

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pairing— jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
genre/warnings— angst, fluff
words— 9,245

:: summary— you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?

note inspired by this song here.

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Yellow Light

Originally posted by expectante

Pairing: Loki X (frost elemental-Inhuman) Reader
Word Count: 3500
Warnings: Precious touch starved babies

Inspired and elaborated from this headcanon prompt, also this song cause I love this song pertaining anything to Loki

@belloangelus @duckgirl16 @badbitsh13 @emislayyyy74 @ivarinleatherpants @cazycurlyhairgirl @byzantium-glytch

Your abilities of ice and snow have never entirely been within your control. Skin so cold it freezes anything it touches, you’ve been left alone and craving a connection as any Inhuman would, finding the end of your forced seclusion not from a friend like you always imagined, but an enemy.

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VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)

“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.


“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”


Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.


“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”


“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”


  • dally: i just miss johnny so much man. i hope he's okay and i hope that if he comes back i can stop being such a douche. cause i just block out all my emotions all the time cause i don't wanna get hurt, ya know? but he's like the light of my life. he makes me feel, man. and i just wanna protect him from all the bad things that keep happening to him but i can't actively do that because if i do then i'll blow my cover and everybody will find out how i feel and if i even admit how i feel to myself it'll ruin everything so i just have to protect him from a distance, but i feel like that isn't enough and it hurts. and now i really can't do anything because he's in a fucking church and he's gonna die in like two chapters and i can't take that. he's what's been keeping me going. i want to be a better man for him, because he deserves that you know. but it's hard and i feel like i'm not enough and i never will be enough and he's too pure and so i'll just ruin him even more. and sometimes i lie to myself and say everything will turn out fine but i know it won't. we're greasers and he just killed a kid and i can barely take care of myself let alone him. which i don't need to worry about too much i guess because he can hold his own in a rumble and stuff and he takes a shit ton of beatings from his old man. ugh i hate thinking about that. i wish we could both just go out in the country and live alone with a couple horses. maybe a dog, but it'd be his dog cause animals don't like me except for ponies. not ponyboy though i'm pretty sure that kid hates me. but it wouldn't matter cause it'd just be me and johnny cakes in a little country house with no worries at all. man i just wish we could be together. the world is fucked but i would beat the shit out of every single fucker in this town for me and him, you know man. he just makes me feel that strongly, y'know?
  • darry: what
  • sodapop: what
  • two-bit: what
  • steve: what
  • cherry: what
  • marcia: what
  • bob: what
  • the store clerk that dally pointed a gun at: what
  • s.e. hinton: what
  • the entire world: what

“Why are we fighting about this now?” Harry asked and sat up. He ran a hand through his hair and Sophia could tell he was as frustrated as she was.

“I don’t know,” Sophia said. “Maybe we should just go to sleep and talk about it tomorrow.”

“I think we should talk about it now. It’s not good to go to bed angry,” Harry said, his voice small.

“I’m not angry, I’m just… a little pissed off.”

“That’s the same thing.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt! Jon & Sansa have married for political reasons. After the war, Sansa starts to become frustrated with Jon bc he won't do the do with her even tho he'll hold her in his arms & cuddle, etc. So one night she confronts him & tells him she'll take a lover if he won't make their marriage true. Jon gets protective of her & growly & telling her she's his & only his and starts touching her & they make love in the dirtiest best way possible. Basically Dom!Jon restraining himself until he can't

Hi Anon!

I am liking all the dom!Jon prompts coming our way and I can’t say I’m not tempted! But well, here I am filling another dom!Jon prompt we all love so much LOL so I hope you like this one Anon!

Unbeta’d so pardon the mistakes and typos if any!

Rated E for explicit.

Mood music inspired by Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly ft Camila Cabello

~ Mod Elle

My Undoing

The wedding was all a blur as Sansa was in a daze for the most part. There wasn’t even a kiss between the both of them as Jon cloaked her with his white as snow fur cloak, one that he had commissioned for their nuptials. Next thing she knew, they were both seated side by side, watching their guests eat and drink merrily as the food and wine kept coming. 

Sansa could only manage a few bites and took a few sips of the wine that was so generously gifted by King Tyrion from Kings Landing. She liked how it tasted and she understood why kings and queens drank so much. Perhaps a little more would numb her to what was coming next.

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7-kiwi  asked:

Hmmm what if he has the wedding but can't invite you as his plus one but takes you to hawaii anyways and then something else happens 🤗

“Whaddya mean I can’t bring her to the wedding?” Harry was beyond frustrated. He hadn’t planned on bringing you because you had planned on visiting your family, but there had since been cancelled. And Harry wasn’t about to leave you by yourself while he’s out having fun at wedding in Hawaii. 

You walked in just as Harry threw his phone on the bed. It hit the headboard which you were afraid might have broken it, but it didn’t seem to phase Harry at all. “H, what’s wrong?”

“They won’t let me take yeh to the wedding. Said it’s too late.”

“Well H, it is kinda late. It’s okay, I don’t mind staying here while you’re gone.” It really didn’t bother you, it’s not like you knew the couple or anything. You sat down on the bed, checking his phone since he didn’t seem to be worried about it. 

“Ugh, I just want yeh with me.” He was pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair. When he stopped pacing and looked at you. “I have an idea. Why don’t yeh come with me to Hawaii? Yeh can’t go to the wedding, but we could still have our own fun.” 

Hmm, well you’d always wanted to go, but would it be weird since he’s going to a wedding? Well maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. It’d give you some time to relax and let all your stress go. “Darling? Would you want to do that?”

“Huh, oh yeah that’d be great!” Instead of saying anything he ran over to give you a hug. Harry helped you back since he had all of his stuff together. Packing was always such a pain in the ass. You always felt the need to pack more than needed because god forbid you be without something. 


Landing in Hawaii, you could believe how spectacular everything was.  Pictures did not do it justice. Harry didn’t seem to impressed, then again he’d traveled the world, it probably gets tiring after a while. 

You didn’t think it could be anymore beautiful until you arrived at the hotel. Harry had of course had booked the suite which had a few overlooking the beach. “It’s beautiful, H.”

“Not as beautiful as yeh.”

“So cheesy H,” but it still made you smile. He may by cheesy, but at least he loves you and doesn’t have a problem showing it. Walking out onto the balcony, you leaned up against the railing, letting the breeze kiss you. 

The next day Harry was getting ready for the wedding. You were a little upset that you weren’t able to go, but of course you understand the late notice. Last night you’d decided that you would spend the day relaxing on the beach. 

Since you didn’t have anywhere to be, you fell back asleep after he left. By the time you woke up, it was mid afternoon, the sun was shining through the huge window, and you were ready to lay out on the beach. 

The beach wasn’t too crowded thankfully. It was so relaxing that you actually fell asleep. Much to your dismay because waking up being burnt to a crisp was not fun. Stopping at the shop in the hotel to grab some aloe to hopefully take some of the pain away. 

Harry wasn’t back already, much to your dismay. Trying to put aloe on your back by yourself was more difficult that you could imagine. Harry came home just in time to help with the middle of your back. You asked him how the wedding went, hoping he’d had a better time than you did. And by intoxication he did. 

He stated it went well and was happy to be a part of it. Of course he missed you more though. You told him you day went well except for the sunburn. He flopped down on the bed after stripping down to his boxers. “Well I missed yeh. Wish yeh could have come with me.” 

“I wish I coulda too,” you say gently sitting down on the bed. “Do ya think we could stay in tomorrow. I don’t want to get anymore burnt.”

“Of course love, anythin’ yeh want.” He went to wrap his arms around, then realized it would probably do more harm than good. Instead he played with your hair, running his fingers through it. “Yeh so beautiful babe. Even when yeh look like a giant tomato.” You swatted him, but couldn’t help but smile. 


The next day Harry and you spent the entire day in the suite. He let you pick all the romantic movies, after giving you shit for it, although you knew he really loved them. Harry had ordered so much food that you thought he’d probably picked one of everything. 

After the third movie had ended, you hopped in shower, turning the water to as cool as you could stand it. Harry joined you soon after, taking the soap and lightly on your skin, trying to keep from hurting you. He turned you to face him, only to grab your head and pull you in for a kiss. Harry let go of the soap so he could grab you with both hands. 

His fingers trailed down your back until he gave your ass a little smack. “Harry!” 

“M’sorry love, your ass is jus’ so smackable.” His lips trailed to your neck. You tried your hardest to fight it since you knew it would hurt like hell with your sunburn. In one swift motion he turned you so you weren’t facing him and had you bent over. You could feel him line up with your center. 

He thrusted his entire length at once, but not moving, giving you time to adjust. When he thought he’d given you enough time, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting in again. You loved being fucked slowly, it was so intimate. There was just something glorious about being able to feel every inch of him. 

Even though his pace was slow, your high was building until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clenching caused Harry to come soon after. After both of you caught your breath, he pulled out, giving both of you a quick wash before shutting of the water and helping you out of the tub. 

Reaching for a towel he dried himself off first then proceeded to help you. When he was almost done, he stared at you, not being able to stop. You had no idea why because you were pretty sure you looked a hot mess. “Marry me?”

That brought you out of your thoughts. Wait did he just ask to marry him? You were dumb founded. Of course you wanted to marry him, but you hadn’t expected him to ask so soon or why both of you were standing naked in the bathroom. “Did yeh hear me? Will yeh marry me? I know this isn’t the most romantic and I know I should planned somethin’”

You stopped him mid sentence with a kiss. Realizing that you’d not actually answered him, you pulled away looking into his eyes. “OF course I’ll marry you Harry!!” Both of you stood there holding on to each other not saying a word, just soaking in the moment. This may have not been how you were expecting to be proposed to, but it was definitely perfect. No matter how Harry would have proposed the answer would always be yes. The two of you spent the rest of night in bed discussing what type of wedding you both wanted. 

mais5minutoos  asked:

Hey, how are you? I can't find that fic where the pack tries to take stiles's spark and he almost die. And i also looking for fics where Derek and Stiles are mates but Derek is a asshole who rejects Stiles, who ends up sick or hurt somehow. Thank you so much.

@mais5minutoos! Is this your lost fic? If not let us know.

Bending over backwards by grimmfairy

(7/? I 7,833 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles is betrayed by his friends when they try to take away his spark because they’re scared by the magnitude of his potential power. He ends up in the hospital and they suck at apologizing.
Stiles leaves Beacon Hills and goes on an adventure through the fandoms to unlock his true inner bad-ass with the help of his new friends, mentors, and people he meets along the way.

And now for your Derek rejects Stiles as his mate fics! 

Originally posted by theorangecrow

Arooo by Jerakeen

(1/1 I 193 I General)

“I think it’s called… lycanthropy.”

waiting for you to say it first 

(1/1 | 8,215 | Teen)

Four months.

Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.

And Dwell Beneath My Shadow 

(1/1 | 8,695 | Mature)

Derek is not stupid. He gets why Stiles puts up with him. It’s clear every time Stiles looks at him, the spicy scent of lust and arousal Stiles’s body can’t help but put off. It doesn’t surprise him. Not at all. Derek knows what he looks like, knows that his face and his body are more than enough to compensate for his shitty personality. Stiles wants him more than he is annoyed by him. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s not anything to be amazed over, nothing to write home about. Stiles isn’t the first– and most likely won’t be the last– hormone soaked teen who has panted over Derek.

I’ll show you who’s useless

(10/10 | 15,684 | Teen)

“I overheard Derek arguing with Scott” Stiles said softly as Deaton led him to the back room “He said that I wasn’t pack, because I was human” he paused for a few seconds as his hands closed into fists “I want to prove him wrong, you mentioned in a previous conversation that I have the spark. I want to learn how to control it”

Carry You Home

(1/1 | 18,285 | Teen)

“Derek lets himself fall on his back, breath short, heart beating fast. He can feel the Wolf in him, purring in satisfaction and contentment. Asking for more. It wants him to turn and touch, to never stop touching. Instead, Derek squeezes his hands into fists and closes his eyes, trying to push it back, this need, this instinct screaming for his mate. For Stiles.”

Title inspired by this Firefly quote: “When you can’t run anymore, you crawl, and when you can’t crawl, when you can’t do that, you find someone to carry you”

anonymous asked:

y'know, I never thought I could hate a character more than I hate Umbridge but then Wanda happened. I just... can't. fucking. stand. her. And then it's Clint... and even Natasha who betrayed Tony and I just need a life and friends and hobbies bc I spend all of my time obsessing over Tony and wanting him to be cared and loved and ok and I just... I HATE THEM!!!

Listen… before I get on to the Wonderfully Infuriating Subject of Wanda Maximoff, I’d like to say that I have 99 problems with Civil War, and the characterisations of my Good Boys Clint and Steve make up a good 95 of them. Just be warned, this rant is long and whiny as fuck.

I honestly really disliked Clint in Civil War, which sucks because he’s my Dumpster Son and he deserved better than just being reduced to The Guy With The Arrows, you know? What were his motives??? He was retired, he was spending time with his family, and then he just upped and left because ..what…Cap batted his eyelashes? Like… he had nothing to do with the accords. Nothing. He probably didn’t even read them; I mean Vision asked him to consider what he was doing and he did this Really Cool Eye Flicker™ before just saying ‘yeah lol okai considered bro’ and I mean?? You have children??? 

And then of course, the scene on the Raft. It’s kind of amusing in an infuriating sort of way, because I mean this is basically Clint summed up in a short piece:

Clint: *Breaks Law* For justice :))

Clint: *Is put in jail for breaking law*

Clint: :0 :0 This is UNJUST!!!!

And I mean, he appears to blame 100% of everything that happened on Tony, which I guess one could do when they’re angry and imprisoned and their other friend is standing on the other side of the bars. I can kind of get that from an objective point of view..? But? No? He’s an adult and he broke the law? That is… that’s what happens? 

Of course, when he makes that remark to Tony about Rhodey, all hope I had for his Civil War character immediately burst into an inferno and propelled itself out of the top story window. That was unnecessary and hurtful and untrue, and it made me want to slap the shit out of him.

Now. For Wanda.

If you like her character, then that is completely okay, but I don’t advise reading this.

Because I despise her. 

It’s not really her character, more as the way she was written. She had so much potential, to do so much good. But her origins are F U C K E D up, her attitude is childish (despite the fact that she is an adult guys!!) and her general character is quite frankly that of a whiny bitch.

We first see her in AoU, when she is working for HYDRA, after voluntarily (Voluntarily!! working for a terror organisation you guys!!!) Signing up for experimentation that had killed everyone else before her.
I mean, that alone tells you something about her character and her thought process.

Next, we discover that a missile with Tony’s last name on it tragically killed her parents. This is sad. This is horrible and no child should ever have to go through that.

But then she decides that Tony Stark Personally Aimed, Launched and Fired it, and decides to go on a ten-year murder plot in order to kill him for it, and that’s where the sympathy stops. Right there.

I know this is a common example, but Imma say it again because it’s important. If my parents were shot and killed by a gun that had the word ‘Beretta’ on it, I ain’t gonna go after the fuckin gun company. Why would anyone??? It makes literally no sense at all and just paints her as a villain who’s also lowkey stupid???

She had years to think these actions through, and yet still she did them. It literally does not matter about whether she helped for like the last hour of the Avengers film because the literal entire fucking world was going to be destroyed, and she didn’t want catastrophe on that scale.

You know,,, she just wanted to murder Tony. And obviously, the Avengers are his buddies, so lets try and kill them too for no reason at all!!!

She… I mean… God, she subjected Bruce to his worst nightmare and had him tear through a populated city,,, for the sake of destruction?? She literally just wanted to cause pain??? And you can’t tell me no-one died because of that because… it’s a fucking hulk? She purposely twisted all the team’s minds, and let Tony take the sceptre because she knew he could hurt people with it because of what she’d planted in his head? It’s… it’s disgusting?

You tell me ‘she’s changed’ and ‘she’s just like Tony, she used to be bad but now she’s good’ or whatever the fuck, but let me tell you this: Tony never, ever wreaked destruction for the sake of destruction. He never went out with the sole intention of killing specific innocents. He built weapons to p r o t e c t, which is why as soon as he sees they’re no longer doing that, he shuts that shit down. 

Wanda never seems to learn that lesson. Even when, For God Knows what fucked up reason, they appear to make her some sort of avenger for helping them stop the world ending (that, you know, she helped cause), she still doesn’t understand that her job is now to protect people? Her motives are still… idk selfish I guess?

“i can’t control their fear. Only my own.”

Well bitch u know what. Maybe if u stopped running off and trying to tell everyone that you, an incredibly powerful individual with a past involving terror organisations, are ‘above the law and don’t need the accords’, they’d… u know… stop being scared of u…

Don’t even get me started on what she said to Tony. I’m done with this shit. But yes anon I’m sorry this was so long but essentially, I very much agree. Good day sir.

anonymous asked:

If you have time could I request the RFA (maybe Saeran if you can) coming home and MC is crying because of anger like she is super mad that she broke something or she can't fix something? I cry very easily from anger and I was wondering their reaction. (Sorry for bad English)

(sorry late answer)
You’re fine don’t worry, although I didn’t write Saeran because I couldn’t think of anything his s/o could break that would mean anything to him, I just felt like he wouldn’t really care u_u
And Zen’s is pretty short because ehh I don’t know what he could own that would mean something important to him idk
Aaand I haven’t written in a while, so it’s probably not great + I wrote the first two a while ago compared to the rest so they have a different format and length hh it’s a mess :I

Yoosung :

  • would be just as much of an emotional mess as his s/o when he comes through the door and sees them cry
  • he would rush to his s/o’s side and asks them what’s wrong as he gently rubs their shoulders and tries his best not to cry
  • when s/o points at the keyboard on the desk – his expensive keyboard specifically designed to play video games – and explains they accidentally knocked their coffee all over it and ended up breaking it, Yoosung feels an immense wave of relief taking over him; he was already expecting the worst; for them to be in pain or dying, but thankfully a broken keyboard was a far less important problem
  • after a sigh, he’d give them a slight smile and hold them in his arms, reassuring them that it was okay, that Seven could always repair it, that he wasn’t angry at them and they shouldn’t be angry either
  • if they were still upset, he’d try to comfort them by telling them of all the times he dropped soda on his keyboard or went to take a shower with his headphones on because he forgot to remove them; he wanted them to understand it happened a lot of times to him too and it was okay

Zen :

  • his first instinct as he sees his s/o cry is to hold their chin to look into their eyes and wipe their tears away because he hates seeing them cry, but as he does so, they avoid his gaze and persistently look at the floor
  • he’s a little sad at their actions and immediately thinks he’s done something wrong, like he forgot a date or came home from work too late and he starts apologizing as he begs them to stop crying
  • but then, his s/o shakes their head and shows him the soggy pile of fan mail wrapped in a towel
  • At this, he can only look surprised, seeing as he wasn’t expecting this to be the reason of their tears, meanwhile, they apologize through their sobs and Zen tries to calm them down. His hand rubbing their back and promising them that it’s okay and it’s nothing to worry about, that he knows it was an accident and they tried their best to fix everything; after hearing all this, they stop crying and he gives them the warmest hug he can.
  • He’s honestly not very upset about this, of course his fans are important to him and he’s always so touched by the letters they send him, but he also knows that nothing is more important to him than his s/o and their well being; and he would never want them to think he could get upset at them – no matter what they did.

Jaehee :

  • her s/o knew how rare this dvd of Zen was, and how much Jaehee cherished it; and that’s why they were even more upset and wary of Jaehee’s reaction
  • when Jaehee woke up after hearing a strange sound, she noticed her s/o wasn’t in bed and got up. As she walked in the living room, she was surprised to see the scene in front of her; the pastel colored sky could be seen through the windows, there was a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses on the table as well as a tray of pastries, fruits and pancakes, the familiar smell of coffee and freshly baked goods wafted around the apartment and sitting on the couch was her s/o.
  • Before she could smile at the sweet attention, she noticed her s/o’s shoulders were trembling and Jaehee was immediately alarmed at this sight as she remembered the noise that had startled her; she circled the couch and saw tears streaming down her s/o’s cheeks as they held broken pieces of a disk in their hands
  • Seeing this, she didn’t pay attention to the broken shards and instead worriedly checked her s/o’s hands for any deep cut or any wound caused from the accident. After making sure they were unharmed, she gently asked why they were crying if they weren’t hurt. They guiltily showed Jaehee the box of the dvd and started apologizing endlessly.
  • Jaehee was sad as she looked at the broken pieces of her most prized possession, but she didn’t think it was bad enough to cry over it and ruin such a sweet morning; she gathered the shards and set them aside before sitting next to her s/o and holding their waist, reassuring them it was nothing important and that she had made 3 copies of the dvd anyway; she was much more interested in enjoying a delicious breakfast with her s/o than watching a dvd she already knew by heart.

Jumin :

  • Jumin wasn’t one to care about material things as they could always be replaced; but if they had a sentimental value, then it was a different matter and his s/o could only angrily blame themselves as they stared at the broken picture frame on the ground. 
  • They had accidentally bumped into the small table of the living room while they were playing with Elizabeth and the frame had fallen to the ground, the glass shattering in pieces and the picture, a photo of V, Rika and Jumin in happier times;  had been scratched by the shards and was left with a few white lines over their smiling faces.
  • Despite their anger and their tears blurring their vision, they cleaned up the glass on the floor to make sure Elizabeth wouldn’t walk on it but they couldn’t clean the scratches on the picture and as they thought of how irreplaceable this item was, because of how old the picture was and how precious the memory it held must be to Jumin, they felt even more upset with themselves and how powerless they were to fix their mistake.
  • Jumin came home from work to a crying s/o, holding their head in their hands while Elizabeth looked at them, rubbing her face against their arm as an attempt to comfort them. 
  • He quickly approached his s/o and before he could ask why they were crying, he noticed the photo on the table and recognized it as the one who was always on the small table in the corner of the room. As he saw the glassless frame on the table and the scratches on the picture, he could guess what had happened without asking.
  • With an almost fond smile, he sat by his s/o and kissed their forehead, laughing a little at how upset they were for something that didn’t mean much to him anymore. He took their hands in his and told them he had been thinking of removing the picture, seeing as it brought a bitter taste in his mouth to look at it now, but had never had the courage to do so; that he didn’t want to think of those times any longer and that if anything, he was happy at the opportunity this gave him to finally have a picture of him, his s/o and V on that table, as it would mean more to him than the older picture ever did.

707 : (post 707’s good ending I guess? Kinda?)

  • If they had broken anything else; one of his figure, or a computer, or his headphones, or even one of his toys; it would have been fine and replaceable and Seven wouldn’t have even cared but no.. They had to break the floppy disk which held the only pictures he had of Saeran. 
  • They knew he wouldn’t have made a copy on his computer, in fear that someone could find them and put Saeran in danger. They couldn’t even blame anyone but themselves for stepping on it, even though Seven’s house was a mess and he had left the floppy disk lying around on the floor, they still thought they should have been more careful and none of this would have happened.
  • And now they had to sit there, waiting for him to come back because they had no idea how to fix this – if it could even be fixed – and google wasn’t really helping since no one had really tried fixing a floppy disk since the early 2000. This left them even more upset as they started to doubt that anything could be done about this.
  • Seven came back half an hour later, and his s/o – upon hearing the door speak in Arabic – started crying again as their frustration and fear rose again, knowing they had to tell him now what had happened. He walked in and looked at his s/o, whose eyes were red and puffy, and made an over-dramatic gasp, dropping the box he had in his hands and sprinted to his s/o before letting himself fall on top of them, the couple falling backwards on the sofa. 
  • He asked why they were crying and as they quietly admitted breaking the floppy disk, he answered with a simple ‘I know’ and told them he had seen it on the camera feed on his phone. He looked to the side and his s/o felt even worse than they did before until he smirked and started tickling them, asserting that their punishment would be to endure the tickle-torture for an indefinite amount of time.
  • His s/o tried to make him stop to understand why he wasn’t that affected by the loss of those pictures of Saeran, and he looked mischievously at the box he had dropped earlier; running to pick it up, he held with a triumphant smile a dozen of pictures he had just taken with his brother, most of them in goofy photobooths where you can add stickers and texts on the pictures, and most of them with a sulking Saeran glaring at a laughing Saeyoung. 
  • He explained that, after seeing the broken floppy disk, he had a good excuse to drag his brother with him to take pictures together and that these pictures felt more real than the ones of Saeran as a child, because this time, they were together.
She Can't Be You (Teen Dad AU WinWin)

Originally posted by nctinfo

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Can you please do a win-win from nct teen dad au like your namjoon from BTS one? Its so cute and I love your writing!

If you consider the win-win teen dad au can it be angst in the beginning (like his parents are upset and say he’s ruined his future dance career) but it ends up fluffy?

“You could ruin him” his mother spoke to you as your fingers touched the warm exterior of the tea cup in your hands. “Sicheng, is going places Y/N. You know that ri-” “I know, that’s why I came to you first” you told her as she sighed. “My parents want to send me away, you know have the baby-” “I think that would be for the best” she says as she take the cup from you and puts it back on the tray “you made a mistake and it’s not right to make Sicheng suffer it all” she told you as you looked up at her “it takes two to make a baby, mainly the man’s a baby is made” you tell her “you tempted him I’m guess. My boy is innocent and was until you came along do you understand?”she tried to remain calm “so say your goodbyes and then get out of my family’s life” you were told by her. 

“This is your grandchild” you tell her “I have to worry more about my 17 year old son more than the speck that’s growing in you” she comments back. “You and your family are strongly against getting rid of it so I won’t tell you to do it but I want you to stop trying to make me feel bad”  she spoke as she turned away and left you there. You got up and quickly rushed out of the home. 


“WinWin!” you called as you saw your boyfriend dressed in his uniform to perform “babe I can’t talk right now, I need to be focused. There’s people here to see me. I might be getting a scholarship” he said excited as a smile crossed his lips. You pulled your lips tight “can what you need to tell me wait until after I go out there?” he asked as he cupped your arms lightly in his hands. You looked him in the eyes “it’s not important anyways, good luck. That’s all I wanted to say” you tell him quietly as he leaned over and pressed a kiss onto your cheek. “WinWin” his teacher called as Sicheng let out a sigh “thank you” he tells you “I’ll see you later” he says. You grabbed his arm and tugged him close before he could leave. You wrapped your arms around him tightly “Y/N is something wrong-” “WinWin!” was called again as he turned away from you momentarily “love you” you tell him as he kissed your lips lightly “I love you too. I’ll see you in a bit” he told you as he rushed off.  

You watched him for a few moments as he started his routine, you wiped your eye lightly. “I’m sorry WinWin” you whisper as you turned away and left the building. 


Sicheng didn’t understand, you just got up and left. 3 months without a word from you. Your parents wouldn’t tell him where you went and basically told him to get over you and never think about you again. He was so hurt that no one would tell him what was of going on. 

Guilt had filled him when he realized you acted as you did because you had to leave him right after your last encounter. If he knew it, everything would have gone differently. You didn’t mention you were leaving because you wanted him to be focused “Sicheng” he mother said excited snapping him out of his thoughts. He had been staring at his phone screen for an hour or so now. Your cute little texts were something he was busy reading through over and over. He really does love you, you were his first girlfriend and all of his firsts. He was always happy to see you and have you in his arms, he craved that now. 

“Sicheng please stop moping” his mother spoke “honey the letter came” she told him excitedly. “Honey please open it” she told him. “Mom not now” he says as he leaned on his hand “why are you so sad, girls distract you from a good future” she told him. “She helped me feel happy-” “you should have been focused on your dancing instead of having sex with her. All she did was screw up my little boy” she says putting the letter down in front of him. “She’s not a whore or a bad person” he shot back. “How did you know about that? Did you make her leave me because we had sex?” he asked “I did” she told him as his eyes went wide “it’s for the best Sicheng believe me, your life would have been much too difficult if she stayed” she explained as he stroked his hair and headed away from him.


Nearly a year later, Sicheng had graduated from high school. And even more amazingly he found himself falling in love with a beautiful ballerina named Min who was going to the same college as him. He and her rushed into a convenience store to get out of the heavy rain. The way their hands linked together, the way they were laughing. It was young love to a T. The two of them made their way to one of the tables on the side. Sicheng linked eyes with the tiny girl sitting at the table beside them, she couldn’t be more than 6 months old and happily watching a video on the phone in front of her. She glanced over and he offered her a smile, he was instantly given such a sweet and loving feeling filled him. “She’s so cute” he says as he reached over and she took his finger into her hand. “This is so precious” he told Min.

“Someone is way too trusting of people” Min comments. “I doubt the mom will be away for long” he comments as the door closed in the back. A young girl had a hat covering her face and no longer in work clothing. “We’re closing soon I’m sorry” filled there ears “it’s raining I don’t want to get sick” Min spoke “I have to get my child home soon. Please” “I’m not going out there its pouring-” an umbrella was thrusted into her face. “Take it please. I have to lock up” “I said I’m not going out there-” “sorry for bugging you ma'am" Sicheng spoke as he helped Min up.

“The bus doesn’t come for like 10 minutes and its freezing” Min comments “Min please” Sicheng says. Head lifting up he got a quick glance of the face under the hat as he did a double take. “Just get out okay. My child has a bedtime and I’m not going to change it for you princess” and Sicheng knew that tone. “Y/N?” he asked as you picked up the little girl. “Get out” you repeated. “Since you’re being a prick I’m taking this back” you ripped the umbrella from her grip. “You stupi-” “stop Min” Sicheng says as he takes off his jacket and holds it above her head as he kicks the door open and they left.

“She’s horrible” Min says as he watched you carry off the little girl protected by the umbrella. “WinWin” Min whines as he let go of the jacket and took off running after you. His was quickly soaked more as he went to grab your arm. “Y/N” he said with a smile “what happened to you?” he asked as you ripped yourself from him “I have to go” you tell him as you continue off. “You left because you had a kid!” he comments as you didn’t stop. “Y/N!” he calls.


Yazhu stretched as she laid on you. After much talking your parents allowed you to keep your child. She was your world now, and she happened to be loved by your mother dearly. But she had caught a cold and didn’t want to risk your daughter getting sick so you took her to work. You didn’t have a fancy job yet but graduating from school while you were pregnant at a very special school for girls in your situation. You didn’t work far from your home either, Sicheng used to come in often because he didn’t live far away either, but he grew a crush on the cute girl behind the counter and asked you out. You two had a very special relationship since then.

You went to work the next day. Your daughter clung to your shirt as she looked around the busy sidewalk. You pulled the keys out of your pocket “Y/N” you heard as you looked over. You turned back and unlocked the door walking in. “Y/N” Sicheng repeated. You put your daughter into the highchair behind the counter as she was given a bottle and she quickly began drinking. “We have a baby?” he asked you as you simply stroked her hair. “Y/N. why didn’t you tell me. We could have done this tog-” “it shouldn’t matter. You seemed to have forgotten me rather quickly” you say. “It just reminds me we’re nothing more than a high school relationship” you continued. “I never stop thinking about you. I read out texts at least once a week” he told you.

“I mean I like Min but she’s not you” he says. “What’s her name?” he asked you as he leaned on the counter “Yazhu” you say softly “so we have a baby” he says as you nodded. He smiled happily “can I hold her?” he asked as you nodded again. He rushed over and quickly lifted her up. He grabbed the bottle holding it for her as she stared up at him. “You’re so cute” he told her as she continued drinking and staring at him.

“We can do this together-” “no” you tell him as his body drops some of its happiness. “You have a big future ahead of you Sicheng-” “I want to be” he says “you can’t okay, your future is so much bright without a baby holding you back” you tell him. “My parents got to you too” he says in shock as things fell into place. “They wouldn’t let you tell me and they wouldn’t let you see me” he says as he looks you in the eyes. “They can’t control my future anymore. You and I. And Yazhu, we’ll be a family do you understand. It takes two people to make a baby.I want to be a dad to our baby” he continues. “I mean look at her, you’d have to be cold hearted not to want her” he told you as his fingers rubbed her cheek.

“Your parents-” “we’ll burn that bridge later. For now just let me hold her” he says as he brings her closer to him. “I’ve missed so much. Look how big you are. You’ve taken pictures right?” he asked as you nodded. “Maybe I can come over for a visit then? You can tell me all about Yazhu” he tells you with a smile. “I should go though. I have class” he tells you as he looked down at Yazhu again. “I’ll see you soon” he told her softly as he kissed her forehead and put her back into her high chair.


Sicheng smiled as he looked at the photo album “she’s so precious” he told your mother. It was awkward and sweet at the same time. Sicheng hadn’t told his parents yet but he was much too busy to think about it now. Your daughter was laying comfortably in her swing sleeping as you had been showing Sicheng the many pictures that what had covered the album you made for your daughter. “Can I have one of them?” he asked you as you looked at him “I want a picture of her” he explained as you nodded.

“I want to have this with me always” he explained as he looked over at Yazhu.


“You what?” his mother asked “I met my baby. The one you didn’t want me to meet” he says as he pulls out the picture. “Her name is Yazhu and she’s an adorable little thing” he told as he stroked the picture. “I’m going to be in her life” he finished with a smile.

a traitor, i’d trade her in a second

*deep sigh* she has returned. drama club AU is back with PART FOUR!! honestly im in love with these two loser nerds and i hope you love them (and this) too :’) part one part two part three and awaaaaaay we go!! (feel free to yell in my inbox after this)


“What? Mom, I didn’t ask Amy out!”

Karen appears to understand, nodding conspiratorially. “Ahh, you’re doing the playing hard to get thing, I see.”

She winks, something which Jake does not appreciate, and his entire face burns as he takes a deep, deep sigh.

“That’s not what’s going on at all. Amy’s my enemy,” he considers spelling it out, but he thinks that would be pushing it. “She’s supposed to be the worst!

“You kiss your enemy with that mouth?” Karen teases, and it’s very obvious where Jake gets his playful nature from.

Jake covers his forehead with his palm, turning around only when he hears Amy snickering to herself.

Really? He mouths, and she shrugs in response. At least someone is enjoying this painfully awkward situation.

“What do you mean she’s your enemy?” Karen continues, genuinely confused, as though she has no idea about Jake and Amy’s decade-long rivalry. “You talk about her all the time.”

Jake stiffens, refusing to turn around because Amy must look incredibly smug right now.

“Yeah, but only to complain.”

“Wasn’t your last ‘complaint’ about how annoying her pretty face is?”


If Amy could see Jake’s face now, she would know that his cheeks blush a bright crimson. Yes, that’s right. Crimson.

“Now Jake, that’s a very mean thing to say about your girlfriend,” Karen chides, disappointed in her useless lying son. “Our guest Amy must be so upset-” she turns around, and realizes she’s wrong, “oh wait- she’s smiling, never mind.”

“That’s because she’s not my girlfriend! She’s my enemy and you’re giving her way too much ammo!”

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anonymous asked:

Hey can i request a jikook hc where they were arguing and they both looked pissed and neither of them spoke up but they still take care of each other without any word; knowing that they can't get their lover get hurt and a lot of fluff please? thank u, sorry for bad english and I love your writing style and hc anyway!!💕💕💕

I love this!!! Sweetie, your English is great! Thank you for your request! 💖I hope you like it!💖


“I’m going out with Yugyeom.”

“Again?” Jimin frowned at Jungkook from the hallway, dressed in sweats and an old t-shirt, ready for a night in.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jungkook’s voice was accusing, shoulders squaring defensively as he turned to face Jimin, jacket in hand.

“You’ve been out with him almost every night this week.”

“And?” Jimin could tell that Jungkook was getting irritated with him if the way his cheek puffed out from where his tongue was pushing against the inside of his mouth was anything to go by.

“I just-,” Jimin stopped short when he saw Jungkook raise an eyebrow at him, as if he were completely bored with the conversation, “y’know what? Fine. Have fun.”

Jungkook only nodded briskly before leaving, not even bothering to stay and put his jacket on.

And that night, he’d tipsily complain to his friends about how Jimin didn’t want him to hang out with them all the time.

“He just wants me to stay home. It’s not like I’m cheating or anything.” Jungkook rambled to Yugyeom, even if he wasn’t paying attention.

“M’just trying to have some drinks with my friends. S’not that big’a deal.” And that would end Jungkook’s drunken babbling as Yugyeom shoved a shot into his hand and he completely forgot about it.


Jimin knew Jungkook had been stressed lately and he’d tried to help him relax every chance he got, but unfortunately for him, Jungkook hadn’t been home until past two in the morning for the past four nights so he never really had an opportunity. 

And as much as Jimin understood Jungkook’s frustration, he was sick of being left at home and falling asleep on his own. They used to go out together all the time, go dance at clubs, drink until they were both giggling messes and end up making out on the couch until they passed out. The last time Jimin could remember going out with Jungkook like that was over two months ago for Hoseok’s birthday.

Jimin knew that Jungkook would never cheat on him and he was never worried about him going out to clubs and bars without him, not since he’d come home so drunk that he didn’t recognize Jimin and yelled “No! I have a boyfriend” when he’d tried to help him change. But now, he just missed having his Jungkook around. 

In a moment of brief frustration and loneliness, Jimin called Taehyung, hoping that he wasn’t busy at 9:00pm.

“Go for Tae.” Jimin rolled his eyes at his friend’s greeting.

“Tae, are you busy?”

“No, why?”

“Can we talk?” Jimin bit his lip, knowing that Taehyung wouldn’t be happy by the end of their conversation.

“What’s wrong? Who do I have to kill?” He smiled at the protective lilt in his voice before proceeding to tell him what was going on.

By the end of their conversation, Jimin had convinced Taehyung not to beat Jungkook with a golf club and made him promise not to let Yoongi beat him up either, knowing that he was on speaker while Yoongi was shuffling around in the background.


Jungkook had left the apartment in a haste of irritation and by his sixth beer and third shot of whiskey, around 1:30am, the irritation had faded and he took a cab home. It’d taken about three tries for him to get the door open, but once he did, Jungkook couldn’t help but frown. 

The T.V was on.

Jimin never left the T.V on when he went to bed. And he was never up past midnight on a Wednesday. 

Jungkook kicked his shoes off, careful not to fling them, and shuffled into the living room. He half expected furniture to be tossed around and things to be broken because the only explanation he could think of as to why the T.V was on was that a robber broke in. And in that case, he was mildly concerned as to if Jimin was alright.

Thankfully, those thoughts were dismissed when he found Jimin curled up on the couch, shivering slightly seeing as it was winter and he didn’t have a blanket. This made Jungkook frown. 

Jimin never slept on the couch, especially not when Jungkook went out like he’d been doing. He usually made Jungkook sleep on the couch if he’d come home drunk and Jungkook had respected that rule for the past year they’d been living together. 

He shook himself out of his drunken stupor long enough to pick Jimin up and take him to the bedroom, tucking him under the blankets before he stripped himself of his jacket and shirt as he stumbled back into the living room, turned the T.V off, and passed out on the couch.


The next morning, Jimin would wake up around 8:30am, confused as to how he got to bed before seeing Jungkook’s jacket laying in the middle of the floor, finding his t-shirt not far from the doorway. He’d sigh, still upset with Jungkook but somehow slightly fond underneath all of the frustration.

He knew that Jungkook would wake up within the next hour and he’d promised to meet Namjoon for coffee before his 9:30am class. As pissed off as Jimin might’ve been with Jungkook, he took mercy on him and put a water bottle and painkillers on the coffee table before throwing his hangover cure together and sticking it in the fridge.

Although Jimin may have been mad, he couldn’t help but check out his shirtless boyfriend on the way out. 

Jeans and no shirt. Damn him.


When Jungkook would wake up, he didn’t expect water and painkillers to be waiting for him. But he took them gratefully and found himself in the kitchen after showering. 

He rummaged through the cupboards, finding nothing appealing before turning to look through the fridge. And what a surprise it would be when he’d find a banana and honey smoothie waiting for him.

This routine would continue for the next four days. Jungkook going out without so much as a goodbye, Jimin falling asleep on the couch, Jungkook carrying him to the bedroom, Jimin leaving him painkillers, and then it repeated all over again.

It was safe to say that they were both majorly pissed at each other.

And although they were upset with each other, they still took care of each other, even if they did so without speaking hardly at all.


It would take Jungkook another two days to realize how much Jimin actually did for him.

He’d go out and get drunk, come home, pass out, and wake up to painkillers and water. Sometimes he’d find lunch already made in the fridge, or his phone put on the charger when he knew he didn’t take it out of his pocket, and for what? For him carrying his boyfriend back to the bedroom like a decent man would? No.  

Jungkook would have to admit it; he had a damn good boyfriend. And that only made it worse when he realized how shitty he’d treated him for the past two weeks. It felt like a punch in the stomach when Jungkook realized that he hadn’t slept in the same room as Jimin for the past five days, having come home drunk every time and crashing on the couch. In fact, they hadn’t spent so much as two hours at a time together.

Well, he had a lot to make up for.


The day would pass as any other, Jimin coming home around 6:30pm after his shift. Jungkook had the day off and had just stayed home, cleaned up, and cooked dinner as an apology.

Jungkook knew that Jimin would never straight tell him that he was mad over him going out with his friends, it wasn’t in his character to be that boyfriend. But he also knew that at this point, he missed Jimin more than anything. 

When the door opened and Jimin walked in, tossing his jacket on the chair before kicking his shoes off and trudging into the living room. He sunk into the couch and tipped his head back, the weight of the day finally sinking in. Jimin probably would’ve fallen asleep had it not been for Jungkook bringing a plate to him and plopping down beside him. 

Jimin would frown, looking from the plate to Jungkook and back again, wondering where all of this came from all of a sudden. But he’d accept the food, eating quietly until he had finished, only to be surprised by Jungkook taking his plate into the kitchen for him.

“Okay, what is going on?” Jimin would question immediately when Jungkook returned from the kitchen, standing up and crossing his arms.

“I’ve been kind of a jerk lately and I just wanted you to know that,” Jungkook would look down before mumbling, “that I love you and I’m sorry.”

Jimin would be stunned at first, only able to watch as Jungkook shuffled away into the bedroom. And when he’d come to his senses, Jimin would grin and run into the bedroom, leaping on top of Jungkook, who’d been sitting on the bed twiddling his fingers.

“I love you, too.” That’s the first thing Jungkook would hear after being tackled onto the bed.

He’d look up at Jimin, seeing a smile he’d so desperately missed, and wouldn’t be able to help when he’d drag him down to kiss him for all he’s worth. It’d be sweet and soft, soon turning to deep and slow until they’d pull away panting.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Jimin would know exactly what Jungkook was talking about, only kissing him again as an acceptance for his apology. 

And after that, Jungkook wouldn’t go out with his friends for the next month. Not because Jimin asked him not to, but because he wanted to take Jimin out to every club in the city to make up for ditching him. 

And Jimin would show him exactly what he missed.



buttonfanatic  asked:

Sick lance who is struggling through during a mission and is zoning in and out of focus but will not stop because they need to fight and by the end of it he has tunnel vision, a throbbing headache and is delirious then he collapses. Only then does the team even realize he was sick in the first place (bonus points if you add in the team teasing him after fighting about how blank his expression is but lance's delirious mind can't comprehend that is just joking so he's apologizing profusely)

I literally had to write this immediately. Forgive me, everyone else who is waiting on fics I promised them or has submitted prompts that are still in my inbox, but this is the best prompt

anyway hope this whole fic does’t suck as bad as this ending does lmao

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The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that Eiffel is not simply someone who enjoys a good film; he is a man who uses stories as his fundamental way of understanding the world. Everyone creates narratives of their lives to some extent, but in Eiffel, story is at the centre of how he approaches the world.

  • Episode 51 really demonstrated how important stories are to Eiffel. There isn’t really a logical reason why making an NPR-esque radio show recapping everything that’s happened would be at all useful in working out what the aliens want. But that’s what Eiffel does, because a part of him believes that if he turn the events into a story, it will somehow make sense to him. 
  • Eiffel wants to tell the history of the Hephaestus like an exciting adventure of “brave men, women, and A.I. autopilot programs”, rather than the chaotic uncertain mess it is.
  • Even at the very beginning of the show, he doesn’t really believe that anyone listens to his audio logs, but he’s kept recording them and seems to really enjoy the storytelling aspect. He even sends his logs out into space for no apparent reason other than that he was bored and he likes the idea of someone hearing what he has to say. 
  • By recording the logs, he casts himself as the protagonist in a science-fiction story. This gives him a sense of control. He may not have any power over the star, or the working of the Hephaestus, or the plans of Goddard Futuristics, but he has control over the stories he tells himself about his life.
  • The only way he is able to talk about his past is by turning it into a fairy story, a tale that begins with ‘Once upon a time’ and has a 'good old-fashioned monster’.
  • The constant references aren’t just a way to keep himself entertained- they are a coping mechanism. By comparing everything and everyone around him to familiar stories/characters, he is trying to understand the situation they are in. In fiction, he finds a certainty that his life doesn’t currently have.
  • Even Eiffel’s Team-What’s-Wrong-With-Handcuffs mentality has its origins in a black-and-white morality learned from fiction, from narratives in which there are good guys and bad guys, and there are certain things the good guys don’t do (like napalming three people). I think heroes like Batman who have a firm personal code of conduct probably appeal quite a lot to Eiffel.
  • However there’s also a bad side to this approach. It’s partly this story-focused attitude that led to his lack of understanding in Episode 51. Doug sees himself as “not a bad guy” (as opposed to ‘Evil Incarnate Incorporated’) and so he struggles to acknowledge that he is hurtful to people around him. In his worldview, ‘good guys’ don’t do bad things.