I’m gonna try to keep this short and to the point.
If you’re complaining about the lion switch and how it feels wrong and out of character, it’s probably because you were listening to what they were telling you all this time and not looking at what they were actually showing you, and missed what these characters are really all about.
Lets start with Red:
The way to Red’s heart is through “self sacrifice” and “selflessness”
This is how Keith impresses her the first time, by ejecting himself into space and putting himself in danger to free her.
Then you can see their bond growing each time Keith gives something up for the team or risks himself in some way for it.
Like In the BOM dream, where he chooses to give up his knife.
That’s how Lance ends up in it now.
He gives up an important part of himself for the team.
He goes “It doesn’t matter if I’m not the best and will never prove myself good at anything or ever be worthy, the team is more important.”
And if you watch from the beginning of the series you’ll see hints of what Lance is actually all about and what’s his true strength
There’s actually a post about this going around I can’t find now, but Lance is the guy that would always do something risky to save his friends.
And despite how he always acts, he’s actually the most selfless guy on the team
This is also why Red doesn’t accept Allura and why it’s so hard for her, because she feels like she sacrifices EVERYTHING for the team and their mission.
But I think deep inside she knows there’s some stuff that she does for selfish reasons or things she still keeps a secret from the paladins.
Then we have Black:
The way to Black’s heart is through “Confidence” and “Trust”
This is why Shiro struggles with it so much in the first two seasons.
Shiro appears like a confident leader but inside he’s full of doubts.
He’s trying SO HARD to be the best leader he can be but he has so much fear in him all the time.
And sometimes he has confidence and he manages to bond with Black, and sometime he doesn’t and Zarkon snatches his control away. So he ends up being very unstable.
This is also why Black won’t accept him anymore, Shiro lost the confidence again (after Zarkon snatched his control again and teleported him back to Galra prison) he lost trust in the lion and trust in himself.
He’s full of fears again and Black doesn’t want a pilot like that. (no it’s not cause he’s a clone)
But who always had alot of confidence? Keith.
Keith seems like a hot head that doesn’t think about what he’s doing because what he suggests and does always seems insane.
But he only does these crazy things because he’s confident he can do them.
One of his first action in the show is driving off a cliff saying “Shut up and trust me”. And he makes it with no problem.
This is why he’s the perfect person for Black. He knows what he’s capable of, he has so much confidence he is able to face Zarkon all by himself! He almost has too much confidence at times haha
(He’s not a crazy hot head like Lance says, he’s just confident he can do stuff most people can’t, and he does.)
Now the way to Blue’s heart
is through something like “eagerness to prove themselves”
I’m just gonna quote what the show runners said about her:
“..but really the Blue Lion is kind of like the mother Lion. She looks for potential in a new pilot. Something to nurture and foster. And I think she saw that in Lance. She saw someone who needed confirmation that they were valuable to this team. Even though they didn’t believe it in themselves.”
That’s why she accepts Allura.
And that’s why it eventually will accept Shiro aswell, because now that Black won’t accept him and he has no part on the team but he really wants to be part of Voltron, she’ll see his eagerness and will help him. (And Allura will have to pilot the Castle sometimes)
Blue was also said to be the “Teamwork” lion.
And uniting people and making people work together is Shiro’s true strength.
Again, you can see from the first episode. He won’t shut up about teamwork.
Which is also a big part of leadership that Keith is struggling with and why they will eventually find perfect balance as the two main co leaders.
So the lion switch is not there to put them in their DOTU lions for the old fans, or promote one paladin over the other or ignore the bonding they had with their lions until now.
It’s to show that these characters are finally at a place where they stop trying to be who they think they need to be, and embracing their true selves and true strengths.
This is all very well thought through character development.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to say our goodbyes to our dear friend America, who died recently after a brief, intense battle with fascism and a long, slow battle with carbs. Thank you all for coming out to help say farewell. It’s not easy. But at least America died doing what it loved most: deep-frying Halloween candy while white men tried to explain to women what jazz is.
America was sick for a really long time. In the early stages, I think we were all in denial. You could tell that America was unwell—public displays of brutality, deeply internalized prejudice, “Entourage”—but it seemed curable. Just a case of plain old electile dysfunction. We thought that we’d caught the fascism early, but, as we now know, it had metastasized. America was more Florida than country by the end.
America was born right here, in America, and lived here its entire life. America was always about family. It is survived by its similarly ill father, Britain, and its large brood of children: baseball, Google, fireworks, losing your fingers to fireworks, giving your Uber driver only four stars because he talked to you, thinking granola is healthy, Chicago (the place), “Chicago” (the musical), “Chicago” (the movie adaptation of the musical), Chicago (the band), “Chicago Fire,” “Chicago Med,” “Chicago P.D.,” “Chicago Justice,” “Chicago ‘Chicago’ ” (a show about the Chicago production of the musical “Chicago,” coming to NBC this fall), and a bunch of wars.
I’d personally be nowhere without America. America was there when I was born, when I got married, when I saw Janet Jackson’s nipple at the Super Bowl. Remember that? After that happened, none of us slept for days, because we had never seen the pointy part of a boob on our TVs before, and it really upset us. America was really cool that way. It would always get mad when you’d see the pointy part of a boob on a TV. I’m gonna miss that.
However, we should not dwell on the loss of our dear country, friend, and place where all the Cheesecake Factories and Lids stores are. Today, let’s celebrate America’s life, and remember all of the remarkable things it accomplished and how many actors playing Spider-Man who keep getting cuter and younger were inside of it. America gave us so much. And, boy, did it look good for its age. America was two hundred and forty-one years old when it died, but it didn’t look a day over a hundred and sixty-four! It looked so young, it could’ve been the very same America that put its own citizens in internment camps!
America got a bunch of things really right. Mostly how to put food inside other food. Anyone can just eat a chicken. But in a duck?! In a turkey?! In a gun?! No one is going to forget the Turduckenun any time soon. America was so inventive that way. And, I mean, everyone does silly stuff when they’re young. America was beautiful, too. Sure, it was a little lumpy, and you could always see its Florida through its pants, but it just got hotter with age. So hot. It was so, so hot by the time it died. Almost too hot to live in.
If there’s anything we should take away from this tragedy, it’s that you should always check yourself for fascism, especially around your midsection. It’s easy enough to do in the shower. If you catch it early, it can be cleared up with a rigorous regimen of local elections and books and yoga. But America was cocky. Nothing bad had ever happened to it before! It assumed this fascism would pass, just like the Second World War and “Entourage” had.
What a shame. America was just the best damn country in the whole U.S.A. I’m sorry that I’m getting choked up. I get really emotional when I think of America, and also I took too big of a bite of Turduckenun and it got lodged in my windpipe. We will all miss America greatly. Every time I see an American flag or a gun, I’ll think of America. But we can all rest easy knowing America is in a better place now: Russia.
Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can.
“And last but far from least-” you let a small sigh, looking at the door in case someone was coming “Mr Fury asked to see you.”
“Fury? As in Nick Fury?” Dean raised and eyebrow, his interest peaking.
“Exactly. It either has to do with the damage you and Mr Stark caused on your small trip around town or-”
Dean chuckled, leaning back in his chair “Come on (Y/n), we were drunk!”
“That does not justify it. On the contrary, it was reckless to go take his suits while being drunk.” you said with a pointed look and his smile turned into a softer one.
“You know-” he leaned forward so that he was closer to you “I love it when you care so much about me.”
“Mr Winchester.” you scolded softly, not meeting his eyes but still unable to hide a small smile from your face.
“I thought that by now we had agreed on that, sweetheart. It’s Dean.” he said, sounding a little disappointed.
“You know that can’t happen, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled, starting to place all of his files in place. Anything to keep you occupied from looking him in the eyes “I’m your assistant.”
“Well then we can arrange that. I could always fire you.” he gave you a cheeky grin as with wide eyes your head snapped to him.
“What?” you stood there frozen for a second until he started laughing at your expression.
“Just kidding. There’s no way on Earth I would fire my most trusted worker.” he shook his head “Besides, this enterprises would crumble down without you here to be honest.”
“Glad you appreciate my job then, Mr Winchester.” you chuckled with a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at your boss.
He rolled his eyes for a moment “That’s just not going to go away easily, is it?” he huffed, almost disappointed and you bit the inside of your cheek; still not looking at him.
“Wish it could.” you mumbled and saw him from the corner of your eye get up and walk towards you.
“You know it can-” you almost jumped at how close he had gotten without you realizing it, his breath only fanning over your cheek and his hand on your back “It’s all up to you.”
“Mr Winchester please-” you glanced at the door nervously “Someone might walk in. I just- I don’t want them to think I am taking advantage of-”
“Of who? Me? Sweetheart by all means, do so.” he gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t stop a chuckle at his words, shaking your head.
“No. Of the time I spend with you. I- I worked hard to get this position.”
“I know, I saw it for myself.” he frowned slightly “That’s why you got the promotion.”
“Yeah, well if they see us like this they’re not going to think exactly that Mr Winchester. I don’t want people to assume I am here because I am sleeping with my boss.” you placed a hand on his chest, regretting it but still pushing him away. You couldn’t even dare look him in the eyes, you couldn’t take the heartbroken look on his face.
“But they don’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.” he suggested after a long pause and you frowned.
“I mean if that’s what you’re most scared of- we don’t really have to tell everyone. Let them find out on our wedding day.” he added with a wink and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.
“Mr Winchester-” you started with a small whine but you knew you didn’t have an excuse good enough. Honestly you were mostly trying to convince yourself that you couldn’t be with him than him in the first place. Besides, it was your own feelings you had been battling with mostly these days than your boss’s advances and flirty remarks.
“Come on, just give me a chance. You’ll see I’m not that bad!” he threw his arms in the air and you bit your lip.
“Mr-” you stopped yourself “Dean, I know you’re not.” you confessed looking him in the eyes “And I know that if the circumstances were different- I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. Especially after such a surprise.” you added with a chuckle and he grinned.
“You like them?” he remembered the flowers he had sent to your apartment. One of his many attempts in getting you “Took my brother’s advice in it.”
“The flowers were amazing, really.” you admitted “But I was mostly referring to the sweets, especially the pie.”
“Well, that one was my idea actually.” he confessed, full of pride and you giggled.
“Oh I bet!” you shook your head with a laugh.
“Say-” he spoke up, a hand again being placed on your back “How about I take you out… for pie and burgers and we can make a fresh start?”
“Dean” you sighed “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Hell to no.” he confessed.
“May I ask you- why are you so interested in me? Up until a few months ago I was just one of the secretaries until I became your personal assistant. But still- nothing more.” you dared look him in the eyes, only to see confusion written all over his face.
“I think we’ve made it clear that you got this position because you are the only one that actually puts effort into their work. Plus, you’re the only one that knows me so well and doesn’t dress up on purpose to show off and turn me on.” he shrugged, before pressing you close to him “That happens either way.” he added and you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.
“I’m only wearing a white blouse and pencil shirt.” you mumbled.
“As I said- too fucking hot.” he growled almost in your ear and for the first time you let him kiss your cheek without you pushing him away.
“Dean” the way his name left your lips was definitely something you weren’t planning on.
Dean grinned widely “See? Already getting there-” he licked his lips “Do you really want to know why I am so interested in you?” he said in a low rough voice “Because you’re special. Because every morning you have walked in my office, hair a mess, no make up on and clothes a little a little wrinkled with a few buttons undone-” he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body “I can only think of how gorgeous you look, and how I’d love to see this sight every fucking morning. Especially after an intense night of-” he paused grinning up at you, only to see a hint of red on your cheeks.
“Gosh I would so love that.” he breathed out huskily, his breath tingling your lips as his face stood only a few inches away from yours.
“I’m- I’m not that-”
“I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I am just going to grab you and prove you wrong right here and now in any way you can imagine.” he said with a slight growl and you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shiver when his hands started traveling. You couldn’t deny you liked it a little too much.
“Do you even know the things you do to me when you lean over my desk?” he whispered, resting his forehead on the side of your head; his lips brushing past your ear “With those tight, black skirts. I’ve had such a fucking hard time concentrating during meetings just because of you. You don’t even have to touch me, hell not even say something and I know I am a goner. I can’t think straight when you are in the same room. And gosh, you’re not even doing it on purpose. You’re so clueless.” he grinned “So adorably clueless.”
“Mr Winchester” you whispered, fisting his suit jacket in your hand.
“And the way you say that- I hated it so much at first, it felt like you put a wall between us. I still do but at the same time-it sounds so innocent, so unintentional that you can’t realize how cute and hot it sounds at the same time.” he chuckled and you bit your lip.
“And as if all of that is not enough you- you are such an amazing woman. You actually listen to me when I need it, you try to understand me and you- you love rock too. You listen to me ramble about my car when my own brother always tries to make me shut up when I do. You actually know so much about me, every side of me, that no other woman I’ve been with has ever known. And that’s only because you are the one interested.”
“I can’t help it you know.” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.
“I know. Trust me baby, I know.” he breathed out, cupping your face and before you had the time to react he crashed his lips to yours.
Dean frowned as he brushed his fingers along the dried-out tentacle from something that Castiel had hanging up along the wall in his work room, alongside several bundles of herbs and various other ingredients that Castiel used in his potions.
Castiel paused his chopping to glance over at his friend.
“It’s highly poisonous, and I would recommend not touching it.”
Dean made a small noise of surprise in the back of his throat and jerked his hand back.
“No, but please don’t touch it anyway. It’s very rare.”
Nonetheless, Dean rubbed his hand on the front of his jeans as he sat at the table across from Castiel, just in case.
“Not to rush you or anything, but are you about done?” Dean rested his chin in his hands as he watched Castiel begin scooping up the finely-chopped bits of fire beetle and gently poured them into a small vial. “I’ve been dying to try out that new burger place and I’m starving.”
“I have tea in the kitchen if you want something,” Castiel murmured, his concentration never wavering from his work.
“I said I’m hungry.” Dean flopped down into a pout, knowing how much it bugged Cas whenever he dropped his attitude to the age of a twelve-year-old. “You said we could go out to eat today, so here I am.”
Castiel let out a long sigh and wiped off his knife on a napkin.
“Yes. I did. I’m sorry.” He put a stopper in the vial and looked up, a pleading tension in his eyes. “Give me just a few more minutes to finish this. I didn’t realize I was going to have so many potion commissions this week, and I really need to get them completed.”
“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Dean stood up from the table and ruffled Castiel’s hair as he passed.
As much of a hard time as he gave his friend for being so busy now, Dean couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt whenever Castiel mentioned his small business. Trying to get it up and running had been an upward battle for the past two years and that was only after spending the seven years before that honing his craft and practising his magic. Dean had been there for every step of the way; he couldn’t be prouder of Castiel for finally succeeding.
Even if that meant they didn’t to get spend as much time together as Dean would like, anymore.
At least now Castiel didn’t have time to date anyone. Not that he had dated before his business began to boom.
“Gods,” Jaime groaned stuffing his
cock into your cunt, “You’ve been keeping this pussy to yourself, Cersei?
That’s rather rude.” He laughed breathlessly as you moaned and squirmed
underneath him. He began to thrust roughly as he held onto your delicious curves.
You had never lain with a man
before. You’re sole interest had always been Cersei. The feeling of being
penetrated was so god damn amazing. Your
pussy was stretched painfully—Jaime had not been gentle and didn’t take into
consideration that you had been deflowered. Cersei watched, she was fully
clothed, and was entranced by the image of Jaime’s cock inside your lovely,
“Be gentle with her,” Cersei growled
going to rub her pussy through her thin dress, “She’s bleeding a bit.”
Jaime laughed and rammed the full
length of his cock inside your tight hole, “Fucking hell, you’re tight as shit,
Lady Y/N,” He remarked as you groaned with content and lust, “You feel exactly
like Cersei when I deflowered her.” He breathes as he grabs your large breast
His thrusts are rough and demanding.
His cock-head was hitting your cervix in a painful-pleasurable way. Jaime was
excited to fuck another woman that wasn’t Cersei. He had always been curious
about you and that delicious body of yours. Cersei was always rather selfish
but now, he had you where he always wanted you.
He gripped your hips and plowed
deeper into your pussy. He could feel your almost too hot walls tightening
around his large cock. He growled pounding into your pussy almost violently,
“Oh, I’m gonna fill this pussy with so much cum.” He snarls greedily as his
cock begins to twitch and he unleashes a quick load of semen into your pussy.
Cersei had made sure to give you a
phial of liquid to decrease the chance of a pregnancy. Although, Cersei
secretly wouldn’t mind if you got pregnant by Jaime.
“You always did finish quickly when
you have been deprived.” Cersei was quick to rip her gown off and place her
pussy in front of your face as Jaime turns you onto your knees and proceeds to
fuck you like a mutt would to his bitch. He liked the feel of your ass slapping
against his body. “Lick my pussy clean, Y/N.” She ordered you.
You whimpered as Jaime proceeded to
fuck you as if he hadn’t had sex in years. You lap at Cersei’s hairy pussy as
one of your hands hold her lips apart. Cersei moans throwing her head back. Her
pussy had been throbbing wildly since seeing Jaime fill your pussy.
Her body shuddered as you stuck your
tongue inside her warm cunt. Jaime slapped your ass roughly as you held onto
Cersei’s ass cheeks for leverage. Jaime liked how wet you were and the noises
his cock and your pussy were making.
Cersei was in love with watching
Jaime shove his cock inside of you. You licked the inside of Cersei’s pussy
clean before shoving three fingers inside her hot pussy. She moaned loudly and
bucked her hips against your face.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Cersei chanted
grabbing the back of your head and pressing it firmly against her pussy as she
grinded her cunt against your face, “Fuck me like that!”
Jaime watched with lust as you
finger-fucked Cersei—both women looking so fucking delicious. His cock couldn’t
handle the pleasure as he came again but his dick didn’t soften at all. You
rolled your hips against his twitching cock to gather all of his semen. Jaime
growled and repeatedly spanked your ass, “That’s a good slut,” He jiggles your
ass and watches the flesh bounce, “You’re a little cock-hungry whore.”
He yanks you away from Cersei—the
two women voicing their complaints. Jaime lays on his back and Cersei is quick
to bury her pussy in his face as he proceeds to fuck your semen-filled cunt.
Cersei is facing you and you roughly kiss her as she grinds into Jaime’s face.
You bounce on his dick loving the feel of his cock so deep within you. You
clench your cunt around him and he groan in response. The vibrations of his
groan send Cersei whimpering as you begin to suck on her nipples.
“Look at you, fucking whore,” Cersei
hisses pulling your head back by your hair, “Taking my brother’s cock so
nicely,” She rides his face and he dutifully eats Cersei’s pussy like a starved
man, “You are my whore, do you
You moan at her possessive words as
she furiously rubs your swollen clit, “You only get this cock when I say so!”
She growls—her eyes glazing with lust and greed. You roll your hips pushing
Jaime’s cock as far as it can go inside of you. His cock is so large and
thick—your pussy is stretched too much but you’re so drunk off lust that you
couldn’t care less.
Cersei orgasms over Jaime’s face
just when Jaime fills your pussy with another load of semen and as you orgasm
hard on Jaime’s cock. Cersei gets off, roughly flips you on your back as Jaime
gets up to stroke his still hard cock. She parts your legs and begins to
greedily drink the cum flooding out of your pussy. She moans and you arch your
back with a cry of pleasure. She’s drinks ravenously as if she were drinking
the finest wine.
She’s thirsty to taste Jaime’s cum
and yours. Your heart is pounding and you almost feel dizzy with the euphoria
bleeding in the room. You’re rolling your pussy against Cersei’s face as Jaime
decides that your mouth needs to be filled with his cock.
You take his cock and begin to suck
and lick. He growls and grabs your head to control your face as he face-fucks
that sweet, hot mouth. You breathe through your nose as Jaime’s cock hits the
back of your throat. You whimper and moan as Cersei eats you out and Jaime
fucks your mouth. Jaime is gripping you tightly as he pounds into your mouth,
“Ah, yeah, take my cock, you little slut,” He hisses slapping your breasts
thrice, “I’m gonna fill your mouth with my cum and you’re going to swallow it
all.” He tells you hotly.
Another orgasm is on the horizon as
Cersei gets into her favorite position. Her pussy is hovering above yours and
you’re too busy sucking Jaime’s cock to notice. When you feel her cunt rubbing
over yours, you moan loudly. You try to glance over at Cersei—wanting to see
her wanton expression but Jaime forces you to look only at him.
He slaps your breasts hard, “Look at
me, I want to look at you when I cum inside your mouth.” He growls picking up
the pace. His cock is repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. Your body is trembling as an orgasm tears through
“Yes, Y/N, cum like the bitch you
are.” Cersei commands.
You cry out but its cut short as
Jaime unleashes his load of semen inside of your mouth. Cersei is riding you
aggressively—Moaning, chanting, and crying out. Her tits bounce wildly as you
swallow every drop of Jaime’s salty load. He thrust lazily into your mouth but
his cock refuses to soften. He pulls out and opts to watch his sister ride
against your cunt.
He stands nearby rubbing his cock.
Cersei is wild with lust as you push
her onto her back and begin to fuck her. Cersei cries out in pleasure. “Fuck, that’s arousing.” Jaime hisses
furiously beating his cock. You snap your hips roughly against her cunt and
slap her breasts.
Jaime groans—the sight being too
much. You feel his chest against your back as he shoves his thick cock into
Cersei. You could feel the top of his cock as you fuck Cersei. “Is this what
you want?” You sneered down at Cersei as she withers in pure ecstasy, “What a
beautiful whore,” You growl as Jaime violently pounds into Cersei, “Taking both
a cock and pussy.”
Cersei lightly screams as her orgasm
washes over her. She grabs your ass and begs you to ride her faster. Your
stomach is tightening and you’re moaning. Cersei is grabbing your tits with
force as she commands you to cum for her. You whimper and right as you were
about to orgasm—Jaime suddenly lifts you and shoves his twitching cock inside
You yell out profanities’ as he
rapidly fucks you. Cersei is lunging forward to bury her face against your
lovely pussy. She also takes the time to lick and sick on Jaime’s balls. Jaime
holds you tight as he pounds into you. He’s so deep; you feel your stomach
turning. You’re panting like a bitch in heat. You’re being fucked like a bitch
in heat. “Yes, yes, yes!” You’re chanting loudly as your orgasm hits you, “FUCK!” You cry out as your eyes roll
back into your head. Jaime keeps fucking inside of your sensitive pussy.
It’s too much!
“Please, it’s too much!” You cry as
Cersei sucks on your nipples and muffles your cries with her hand.
“You take that cock like a real
whore!” Cersei snarls watching with lust as Jaime’s cock disappears and
reappears from your pussy. Your juices are dropping onto the bed and Cersei is
quick to suck on your pussy as Jaime’s cock fills you.
Jaime grunts, “Gonna cum!” Two
seconds later, his semen is exploding inside your pussy and falling into
Cersei’s waiting mouth.
Jaime and Cersei fuck you throughout
the night. Cersei is too greedy to finish the night. She wants more. She wants to see Jaime keep fucking you. She wants to
hear you crying for him to stop fucking you. Jaime wants to fuck both his
sister and Y/N. His cock is ready for fuck and he’s greedy enough to fuck all day
if he chooses. He likes listening to you scream and moan.
Cersei is riding your face as Jaime
fucks your pussy. She’s just about ready to cum on your face and Jaime is
spewing his seed into your cunt. He harshly pounds into you and stills with you
deeply clenching his cock. He groans, “This is such a lovely pussy, Cersei,” He
shudders as Cersei yells and cums.
You drink her juices and tongue fuck
her cunt. She continues to bounce on your face. “Isn’t she? She’s going to be
our new plaything!” Cersei moans.
There’s something sexy about a dead-serious man willing to do anything to get the job done. The Batmans and Liam Neesons of the world, men who ruthlessly cut through criminal organizations while brooding about the atrocities they’ve been forced to commit. Even the supposedly goody-two-shoes Superman now scowls as he struts out of exploded court houses filled with charred corpses and jars of pee. Is any of this sexiness getting you hot and bothered yet? Too bothered?
They are almost never seen eating, but always drink. If they’re in bed, they’re having nightmares about those they’ve lost (or, you know, having sex). They are emotionally cold and distant when they’re not being glib. This is all done in the name of emotional complexity, but can we still call it that when every character is the same?
For example, why does Hollywood refuse to accept Superman as simply a morally sound hero who genuinely wants to help people? Struggling to protect those weaker than him is a perfectly legitimate problem. Did they think we couldn’t relate to him unless he cried in an ice cave like he’s in an Evanescence music video? Did they think he’d look like a “pussy” if he didn’t destroy an entire city and snap Zod’s neck in front of two children?
Story Summary: After an unfortunate incident at work, you take a couple of days for yourself, planning on staying at the nice restaurant at the edge of town. There you meet a handsome green eyed man who comes to your rescue when you’re visited by a ghost.
A/N: Thanks for all the followers! This is the story I promised for when I hit 3K followers! Love all of you!!
“Miss, can I ask how long your stay will be for?” The front desk concierge asked you as you handed over your reservation papers.
“Two nights.” You answered tiredly as two men strode over to the register next to you, their boots echoing on the tile floor. Glancing over, you couldn’t help but do a double take. They were both tall, and well built. One had long, shaggy dark hair, while the other’s was more spiked, a dark,dirty blonde that was almost brown in color. They were both dressed in jeans, and flannel shirts, but it was easy to see they were covering lean and strong bodies. You could feel your heart speeding up as the spiky haired one turned his gaze on you, giving you a cheeky smile, his green eyes vibrant as he took you in.
Blushing, you turned back to the receptionist, taking your papers back, along with your key. “Miss Y/L/N, you are in room 218. Enjoy your stay.” She said, and struggling with your suitcases, you made your way to the elevator.
i can’t tell exactly what he’s saying to her but i think he asked her if she moved away from him bc she got too hot. but the almost double take of him realizing she moved is what gets me. and then the comforting back rub. look, i really hate these two pls take them away from me