Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.
Dr Who but each incarnation is swapped with one of their companions.
omg?? I love it??
The First Doctor:
She’s not completely unfriendly, exactly, she just doesn’t have time for humans being idiots. In the right circumstances, she can actually be very warm. She loves history, which is lucky because her granddaughter Susan does too (they tell people Susan is her daughter, but even then it’s a bit of a stretch, human ages are weird). Of course, then two of Susan’s teachers follow her home one night, and next thing the Doctor knows she has a crotchety old history teacher and a handsome young science teacher on her spaceship with no way to get rid of them that isn’t morally questionable.
The humans help her lose some of her haughtiness. She leaves Susan in the 22nd century to become her own woman.
Along the way and against her better judgement, she falls hopelessly for Ian Chesterton. He wants to stay with her forever, but she knows it would never work, and encourages him to go with John Foreman in the Dalek Time Machine to get back to his own time.
Later, in other lives, she checks in on him occasionally.
The Second Doctor:
The baby face is a problem. It takes a good twenty minutes on a lot of occasions to get anyone to take her seriously. On the bright side, a lot of Polly’s clothes fit her now.
She finds a best friend in Scotsman Jamie McCrimmon, whose rather naive approach to futuristic technology is extremely refreshing, as is his unique insightfulness.
After Ben and Polly leave them, they rescue Victoria, who Jamie is utterly taken with. Victoria is unsure about living a life so unsupervised by someone older and won’t listen to the Doctor’s insistence that she is in fact perfectly qualified to look after them all.
She and Victoria spend a good many nights aboard the TARDIS talking about women’s history and the things to come for women in the future and how women act on other planets. Victoria is fascinated, occasionally horrified, and often quietly thrilled at the things she learns.
It’s a shame to see her go, but all she ever wanted was a family and security, and the Doctor can’t provide that.
They meet an eccentric man on a space station, with funny trousers and an obsession with the recorder. The Doctor and Jamie like him instantly, and invite him on board only to learn that the man had been considering stowing away if not invited.
The Time Lords take her friends away from her. She is forced to regenerate and exiled to Earth, as punishment for her interference.
The Third Doctor:
Shrewd, passionately devoted to science, and not one to take kindly to interruptions or anyone trying to talk down to or even disagree with her, it’s a wonder the Doctor even gets hired by UNIT at all. But then again, beggars can’t be choosers.
On the bright side, this fellow John Smith from Cambridge seems to be the one person around with an actual brain and not just a penchant for attacking first and thinking later.
They’re friends instantly. Or, they are once she makes it perfectly clear that she is the cleverer of the two. The look on his face when he realises is a memory she’ll treasure forever.
He eventually leaves to go back to his own research, upon realising she doesn’t need him.
It’s a shame and she misses him, but then Jo Grant comes into her life. Despite an awful first impression, the two women are soon fiercely devoted to each other. Jo keeps going on about women having to stick together amongst all the army boys, and while the Doctor could usually not care less about gender politics, if it means Jo hangs around her more, then so be it.
The Master turns up. It’s exhausting and exasperating and oh so much fun.
Meanwhile, the Doctor’s told herself to not let herself fall for humans, after how much Ian hurt. But with Jo, it’s impossible not to. (Not that she hasn’t noticed the Brigadier’s lingering stares, or failed to appreciate him in his uniform. But he’s far too professional to ever do anything, and too trigger happy besides.)
Jo is like sunshine and she’s always there and smiling and pressing herself against the Doctor out of fear or shock, until one day they’re in the supply closet of a spaceship and they’re kissing furiously instead of listening out for their pursuers.
It’s wonderful, being with Jo. Until Clive Jones comes along, and the Doctor has to tell her to forget about her and marry the nice young man who can grow old with her and give her the life she wants.
She drinks more champagne than she is proud of that night.
Luckily, along comes Sarah Jane Smith, who is exactly the kind of human that the Doctor automatically adores. Inquisitive, sharp, and a vocal feminist. What a woman.
Of course, then giant alien spiders happen, and it’s time for a change.
The Fourth Doctor:
Or… not. Apparently, she’s doomed to be young, attractive, humanoid, and pale skinned throughout all her lives. There are worse fates, but she wouldn’t mind a little variety, frankly. And being so small is getting infuriating.
Harry takes a long while to take her seriously, but once he does, he is steadfastly loyal. Sarah Jane takes the regeneration in stride for the most part.
And after them, Leela, who is so strange and savage but so utterly charming in her honesty. They share a few kisses, but nothing more.
Then comes Romana. A young Time Lord who looks older than her, is far taller than is sensible, and has an even more absurd grin. She can’t stand him, with his bragging about his grades and thinking he knows everything.
She soon teaches him that experience wins every time.
Of course, then he spots some pretty princess on Tara, and next thing she knows, the moment the whole Key To Time mess is sorted, Romana is now a less taller, less ridiculous, utterly beautiful Time Lady in her first regeneration.
She tries to argue against what she can only consider body theft, or at least copying, but it is a relief to not have to crane her neck up to speak to her companion.
Romana becomes a most dear friend. She’s missed being around someone like her, someone who understands. It makes it all the worse when she leaves, leaving the Doctor with only Adric and his incessant questions.
The Fifth Doctor:
There’s something about this body, a regality, that commands a little more respect than the ones before it, despite it following the pattern of her others.
Adric’s questions exasperate her, while Tegan’s demands to be taken home are met with gentle requests for patience and promises of Heathrow airport, and this Traken prince she’s picked up is thankfully one of the most polite people she’s ever had in the TARDIS. Decent brain on him, too.
Tegan’s smile sometimes makes her stomach do backflips. The Doctor ignores it. She’s learned her lesson. It’s almost a relief to see Tegan reach her breaking point and leave, except it isn’t, because for a long while it feels like a part of her is missing.
Turlough is a curiosity, but a nice one who makes for surprisingly good company in the absence of the others.
Perpugilliam Brown is a surprise. The Doctor remembers why she has tried to avoid America where possible in her travels. Americans are loud. But in the case of Peri, it involves shouting at the Master, and as such, the Doctor decides that Perpugilliam Brown can stay as long as she likes.
Between the two of them and soon Erimem, uncrowned Pharaoh of Egypt, they make quite the team.
The Sixth Doctor:
It’s about time! Finally, a more weathered model. Peri is surprised to say the least, and seems a little disappointed to lose out on her best friend who had until now looked a very similar age to her, but soon realises very little has changed.
And now she lets the Doctor take care of her a bit better. Thank goodness for that! The maternal instincts in this body are absurdly strong, she has no idea what she would do if she couldn’t express them.
Now, the borderline narcissistic but quietly lovable history professor she accidentally picks up some time after losing Peri is a trickier matter. Still, at least he shares her love for chocolate cake.
The Seventh Doctor:
Bright, bubbly, and able to get most people to like her within ten seconds. Now this is a regeneration she likes. Plus, her most impressive set of lungs yet. Handy, for calling companions who like to wander off.
She tries to not encourage Ace’s use of explosives, but it’s difficult when she sees how genuinely happy they make the girl. She’s getting soft in her old age, she knows.
Still, at least her brain makes up for it. She can out-think a computer, easily. The universe is her chessboard and she’ll do whatever the hell she pleases with it.
The Eighth Doctor:
She’s a jolly thing. Always keen for adventure, ready to shout at anyone who deserves it, and just wants to have a good time, really.
After a rather rocky start involving amnesia and kissing the cardiologist who had caused her regeneration in the first place, the Doctor is just minding her own business when she accidentally messes with history.
It seems that saving this stowaway on the R101 might not have been the best idea after all. But he’s so charming and sweet and genuine, sharing her utter passion for life, that by the time she realises her mistake, she’s not willing to part with him.
That goes… about as well as one might expect.
The Ninth Doctor:
It’s funny, being a weathered old war veteran with a guilty conscience, and simultaneously looking like someone who could be on the front of a magazine.
Life is hard, after the time war, but she meets a man with big ears and blue eyes and things get better. A lot better. It feels good to smile again.
The addition of Captain Jack Harkness is an interesting one, but she’s always said the more the merrier. Their other companion is not quite as happy about this development, but before long they’re the best of friends.
The Tenth Doctor:
She’s gentler now, somehow. Oh, she has her anger and her snark, and boy does this body have a set of lungs on her. But she’s so much softer, underneath.
Losing her friends from her last body takes its toll. She at least manages to avoid comparing Martha to them that came before her. Martha is wonderful, always completing even the most impossible tasks that the Doctor puts to her. They part on good terms, after the Master’s ravaging of the Earth. (The Master had not been so impressed with this version of her. He had trouble seeing the strength within, seeing that she was more than the duality of compassion and shouting.) Martha needs to look after her family, and that’s probably for the best.
And then there’s the skinny idiot in the suit. He actually talks faster than she does, which is absurd, but she wonders if that’s simply because of his questionable family. Perhaps not letting them get a word in is how he survives.
Either way, they get along like a house on fire. Losing him, wiping his memory and seeing him stare right through her and smile that stupid smile, is almost enough to break her.
No more companions, she swears.
The Eleventh Doctor:
It’s all about fun, now. Impressing the little boy whose garden she crashes in and then impressing him when he’s grown up and has waited 14 years for her. (To hell with her rule about no more companions. Her old self was full of dumb ideas anyway.)
Oh yes, she likes Rory Williams a lot. And his best friend John isn’t bad either. Mind you, that nose…
She has her spaceship, and her boys, and life is good. Well, there’s River Song to worry about, but she can never be sure if the archaeologist is more interested in her or John. Just one more mystery, it seems.
Losing Rory, and then John, is hard. But she knows that they’re happy, and that’s enough.
The Twelfth Doctor:
Short, bossy, a control freak, and a slight obsession with tartan. Also, her English teacher companion is secretly a rock star wannabe, disguised as a reclusive Scottish nerd.
What’s a girl to do?
(Apparently, find out that her best enemy is alive, and now also female. And Scottish like her companion. The first kiss had been… shocking to say the least. The ones after, against her better judgement, decidedly less so.)
She cares about her companion more than she will ever say, and when faced with losing him, takes things too far. Further than anyone should ever take anything. And when it is all said and done… she can’t remember his face, or his voice, or how he sounded when he mocked how large her eyes were.
River is there to comfort her, though, in those 24 years on Darillium.
And then Bill. Brilliant Bill. Oh yes, they make quite the team. And Nardole helps sometimes too.
Derek hasn’t slept for more
than an hour or two at a time since Laura died. He’s running on anger alone,
and he thinks that it’s probably enough. He shifts into his beta form when the
weariness gets too bad to function—when he stumbles, when he sways, when he
reaches for something and misses—and uses the wolf’s energy to supplement the
weaker human’s. It’s not sustainable, probably, but what the hell does Derek
care about that? Because the alternative…
alternative is stopping, and taking a breath, and facing up to the fact that
he’s alone, that his entire pack is dead, and everything that happened is his
stopping. No thinking. No resting.
first time it happens, Derek has gone to Stiles’s house to talk to him about
Scott. Scott is a werewolf now, but he’s resisting everything that means including
Derek—especially Derek—and Derek
knows the only way to get him to see reason is to get Stiles on side. And
Stiles seems smart, and practical, even if he is more than a little weird and
Derek goes to his house.
sheriff’s cruiser is in the drive, so Derek climbs in Stiles’s bedroom window.
Which, by the way, is becoming a habit he should probably break sooner rather
than later. Stiles’s bedroom door is shut, but the room is empty.
can hear him babbling away to the sheriff downstairs. The sheriff doesn’t sound
like he’s contributing too much. Just the occasional affirming noise that
encourages Stiles to keep going.
huffs, and glares around Stiles’s bedroom.
the trackpad on Stiles’s laptop, and the screen opens. It’s password protected.
Derek types “I TALK TOO MUCH”, but that’s not the password, apparently. Then he
types “LYDIA” and isn’t too surprised when it doesn’t work. Stiles might be
obsessed with the girl, but everyone knows it, and who’d be stupid enough to
pick such an obvious password as the girl he’s crushing on?
a half empty can of Coke on Stiles’s desk. Derek drinks it.
sits down on Stiles’s bed and stares at the posters on the wall.
bed is comfortable. The mattress is firm, but not too hard. Derek can’t
remember the last time he lay on a mattress, so he lies down and stretches out.
Takes a deep breath and fills his lungs with the scent of Stiles—grotty teenage
boy, and stale sweat with an undertone of Bengay, but also something clean and
earthy like petrichor—and promptly passes out.
A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.
you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a
party so he has to come get her and take care of her
Note: this is my first GoT fanfic so I hope its good, I plan on making many more for different characters and if you have any character suggestions that should be done first let me know!
You were never really
innocent, like far from it. You never acted like a lady but you were forced
too, until you dishonored your father, he sent you to the Nights watch to be
their fuck toy or something along those lines. At least you got to go to the
wall, you could handle yourself very well, and your uncle was the Commander
there so you would be treated fairly well.
Summary: AU. Your life changes the minute you meet Peggy Carter on the subway. What happens when she takes an interest in your personal life?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (+ a lot of friendship reader and Peggy)
Word Count: 7,000 (just for you Caro!)
language, fluff, angst, mentions of Alzheimer’s, character death, awkwardness
A/N: This is long, and it’s a lot of reader and Peggy becoming friends with Bucky x reader woven in. Just a fair (spoilery) warning, it’s hella sad with a hopeful ending. I wrote this in one sitting, too, stupid JSD! This is my submission for @sanjariti‘s 7k Follower Celebration Challenge. Congrats!!! My prompt was “Is this seat taken?”
Langst where he comes out of a pod and discovers he's deaf or blind you can write two separate scenarios or pick just one but imagine the extra langst from him blind and not being able to be the sharpshooter anymore, which is one of the few things allowing him to hold onto his identity vs the extra langst with when he and the team realize he cant hear and how much more difficult communication will be (especially when in the lions) making lance feel like he's more trouble than he's worth
Ohhh I’ll do both!
They both will start the same way just fyi
Lance stumbled out of the pod, falling into something soft, yet firm. The next thing that he knew was that he was being hugged.
“Lance!” Hunk cried!
Knew it, Hunks hugs are the best. Lance reached up to return the hug.
Lance pulled back a little and started to rub his eyes. That’s weird, I usually can see when I come out.
Lance listened to his team tell him about what happened, something with an explosion and Lance was standing a bit too close to.
Lance nodded his head when Shiro gave him the “You Have To Be More Careful™” Speech. Lance was too tired to pay attention.
Lance kept rubbing his eyes, why am I still seeing black? Wait! He only faded back into the conversation when Coran mentioned him getting food.
Everyone agreed and started heading out of the room, only stopping when they realized Lance wasn’t following them.
“Lance, buddy? You coming?” Hunk questioned as he turned around and noticed tears streaming down Lance’s face. “Hey what’s wrong?” Hunk rushed over to his best friend.
Lance wiped his eyes again just to make sure. “I can’t see.”
After running a few test on Lance, Coran concluded that Lance had gone blind due to being close to the explosion.
Lance was devastated, he lost something that he never thought he would.
The team tried to help him and make him feel better, but they did nothing against Lance’s thoughts.
Lance couldn’t do anything, he found himself with Blue a lot more since he could see out of her eyes. Blue helped a little but not a lot. What did Lance expect, she was a giant metal lion, she wasn’t perfect at everything.
Shiro walked into Blue’s hanger, he needed to get Lance for dinner. Shiro approached Blue and thanked her when she let him inside. Shiro walked up the ramp and found Lance sitting in the pilot chair shaking slightly.
Shiro swallowed. “Lance? You alright? It’s time for dinner.”
Lance nodded his head but didn’t make an intention of moving.
Shiro walked over to him and wrapped his arm (awkwardly) around the boy, trying to make sure the chair didn’t dig into him.
“Lance, you can tell me what’s wrong.” Shiro whispered.
Lance took a huge intake of breath and covered his eyes with his hands. “I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean?” Shiro inquired.
“I can’t contribute to the team anymore. I can only fly Blue, that’s all. I can’t help you save prisoners, I can’t protect you all outside of your lions. I can’t even shoot my gun. I was the team sharp shooter, I can’t even do that.” Lance started to shake even more.
Shiro hugged Lance even tighter. “Lance, you don’t bring the team down. We just have to work around this. You will still be able to help people.”
Lance leaned into Shiro a bit more. “I’ll never be able to see my family again. I won’t be able to see how my siblings grow. I won’t be able to see my mom. I won’t be able to see the ocean. I won’t be able to see Earth.” Lance started to sob.
Shiro didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell Lance that it would get better because it wouldn’t. Shiro fought back his own tears and hugged Lance tighter and held him as he cried.
Lance stumbled out of the pod, falling into something soft, yet firm. The next thing that he knew was that he was being hugged.
“Lance!” Hunk cried!
This must be Hunk, I would recognize these hugs anywhere. Lance reached up to return the hug.
Lance pulled back and looked at Hunk, he quickly noticed that Hunk was moving his lips but no sounds was coming out. Lance started to clean his ears with his pinky. That’s weird.
Lance looked around the room and his eyes fell on Shiro who was talking to him, Lance still didn’t hear what he said.
“What?” Lance said. He must of said to loud because everyone jumped and looked at him confused.
Lance watched Shiro take a breath and start to move his lips again. After a few moment Shiro’s lips stopped.
“Can you repeat that?” Lance asked again. Or he think he asked. He couldn’t hear his own voice. Man it’s like I’m deaf or something. Wait.
Lance nearly pealed out of his skin when Coran slapped his back. Lance stared at the man, who was obviously talking to him.
Lance was about to cry. This can’t be happening. Lance pushed past Coran and walk over to a counter on the other side of the room. He grabbed Coran’s tablet and pulled up the messaging part. Lance quickly drew on the table 3 words, that tore his heart out. He flipped the tablet around and showed his team. I can’t hear.
The team quickly realized that Lance losing his hearing would affect them in many ways.
Training in the castle was alright except trying to form a plan. It wasn’t Lance’s fault he learned the plan and went with it, he didn’t know when the team switched it up on him.
Flying in the lions was almost unbearable. The team couldn’t talk to Lance, he never knew what they wanted. The lions would try to help him but it wasn’t perfect 100%.
The team wasn’t the only one struggling. Lance was fighting every urge to just scream. He never liked the quiet before. He didn’t like it growing up and he didn’t like it now. He grew up in a huge family, so noise made him feel at home.
Now Lance was stuck with a tablet and watching people talk but never hearing. Even when Lance sat in Blue, he couldn’t hear anything. Lance just wanted to hear one word. He wanted to hear anything. Lance curled up into a ball in front of Blue. He wanted to hear anything. Lance started to shake, and then cry. He wasn’t sure how loud he was being but he didn’t care. What would they do, yell at him?
Description: Maybe going out with Tony Stark is a little intimidating, but he is way sweeter than he would like everyone to believe.
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Warnings: fluffff, smutty smut good stuff mixed in with all of the actual substance writing (for once), Tony being a flirty little shit as per usual
A/n: I just had to write another Tony fic. Idk. Every single Tony/RDJ fic I read I love because he’s so sassy
Working at a coffee shop inside Stark Tower might not have been the most conventional job to take up, but it sure was an interesting one (not to mention, a very well-paying one). Geniuses were constantly wandering through, sometimes doing work at the tables. There was also the occasional avenger coming through, and you still weren’t quite sure how to process it. These people were out saving the world, punching aliens, doing whatever; and now you were making their coffee. Your life seemed to be like a bad sitcom. You could still remember the first time you ever saw one of them.
“Hi.” Sam Wilson said, walking up to the counter.
“Good afternoon, what can I get for you?”
He looked over the menu before deciding on plain black coffee. You quickly prepared it, handing it to him as soon as you could. He gave a quick ‘thank you’, and headed to the elevator.
If it wasn’t completely unprofessional, you might have screamed. But things were different now. It wasn’t uncommon to see Steve and Sam walk in and order. An occasional visit from most of the others, too. It seemed strange and surreal, but that was your life, and you figured you got pretty lucky to be in a place like it. However, there was one man you never saw, since he always had an assistant bringing everything up to him.
Pairing: Peter X Reader Warnings: bit o angst, bit of fluff, there might be language A/N: I promise…I’m working on part seven of excuse my french…I’m trying to wrap it all up so I don’t have to make eight parts but lord, I have no idea if that’ll happen. there’s too much to get in lmao. anyway, hope you enjoy this little distraction!
Sitting atop a building that had become familiar to him in the last four months, his hands freezing despite the built-in heater that Tony had created in his suit, all he wanted was to shove his hands in pockets or mittens because God, New York was so cold this winter.
It wasn’t snowing, not yet, but it would probably be within the next few hours. Everyone walking about below him was bundled up, making him think that maybe next time he would wear that Spider-Man sweater Ned had given him as a joke, over his suit. After all, heroes had to stay warm too, didn’t they?
He shifted slightly on the ledge, trying to remain a bit hidden but also stay out enough so he could watch the front door of the apartment building across from him. For the last couple months he had kept up this routine, at eight pm every night. He felt ridiculous about it, but it wasn’t like he could stop himself from pausing his rounds to sit on this ledge and wait. He never had that kind of self-control.
Right on cue, you came out into the open, your apartment door slamming as you rushed to lock it behind you. Peter felt relief, and the usual stab of pain in his gut, when he saw you shove a hat over your head and glare at the sky. He chuckled lightly at your expression, knowing how much you hated the cold, but loved the snow - ironically.
Genre: soulmate! au + fashion designer! au; fluff A/N: Mood board doesn’t exactly match since this was made much earlier but I still hope you enjoyed the au and feedback is always welcome! Dedicating this to my EVERYONG BBYs <3
“I love you because the entire universe conspired me to find you.”
Everyone was born with a tattoo of an unbloomed flower on their wrist
When you were close to meeting your soulmate, there will be leaves growing on it and more colour will be on the tattoo
By the time you meet your soulmate, both your tattoos will bloom into matching flowers
However, it will only bloom in the condition that you two have some of sort contact with each other and the tattoos touched
Soulmates will have harmonizing flowers that are only unique themselves and each flower represents how the relationship will progress
A sunflower may show that the relationship may be bright and cheery
While aster could be denoted as a delicate and dainty relationship
Unlike many of your friends, your tattoo wasn’t even close to blooming
Many of them had leaves on theirs and those who have met theirs had turned into enchanting flowers with an equally beautiful relationship that came after that
But you were still stuck with the same old tattoo and while it wasn’t a big deal to you
It did hurt when EVERYONE was literally posting about going on dates or just activities with their soulmate
While your friends still hung out with you, one way or another, it did just lead to the topic
So you channel all that frustration to your job as a tv host
You were a host of a popular fashion program where it talks about the latest trends and what not
You frequently interviewed a lot of fashion designers especially during fashion week
The director had informed you that you will be interviewing one of the guests
But they wanted to make it a bit different than the usual format
You were to visit the fashion designer personally at their office rather than them coming to the tv studio
But it required you to visit the office beforehand to get familiar with the setup
There wasn’t much of a difference to you anyways so you just went through your script and highlighted all your notes with a bright pink highlighter
When you went to had a coffee break, you noticed how your tattoo had leaves growing on it
You became super shocked ???
Cause as far as you were concerned, there wasn’t anything different with your schedule which might lead you to meet your soulmate
But then again, there wasn’t any point on thinking who it was as you rather just let fate play with your future
You did your research on the designer you were going to interview and wow you immediately fell in love with his work
You never realized how much you could agree with a fashion designer in terms of fashion sense
Cause most of the time, you were pretty much questioning wtf was on their mind when they designed such horrendous clothing
Like why would even use a trash bag for inspiration for a wedding dress ???
But this designer had a really fancy yet elegant clothing line at a really affordable price
It wasn’t a lie when you could see yourself buying most of the things
It was a week later when you went over to the designer’s office
“I’m looking for Park Jihoon.”
You smiled at the receptionist as you handed over the documents to verified yourself
You were pretty giddy about meeting him since it was also the first time he will revealing his face after debuting his first line
Like he was an extremely mysterious figure, seeing how he did show himself even after each fashion show where usually the designer walks out
His secretary ushered you to a room and told you to knock and let yourself in
You did exactly as she said and when you heard a soft ‘come in’, you turned the doorknob and stepped in the room
For a moment, you were unsure if you had gone in the fitting room instead cause this boy you were seeing
Looked more like a model with his crystal clear skin and doe-like eyes
You were used to seeing fashion designers with really quirky style and bold prints
But he seemed to mirrored your outfit with a pink oversized hoodie
While you had a black pencil skirt on, he was dressed in black ripped jeans
You had to collect yourself and remind yourself to breathe cause ????
He looked hella good in such simple clothes
okay maybe those mismatched neon sneakers could go
But everything about Park Jihoon was pure aesthetic
Even with his messy office that had books in all sort of order and clothes with measuring tapes all around, you felt at ease
The atmosphere felt so familiar but you swore you had never stepped foot into this place before
You were taken aback when he greeted you like WOW THAT WASN’T A MANNEQUIN !!!!
He laughed as he waved a hand in front of you when you weren’t reacting cause your mind was still trying to process what was going on LOL
Instantly, you realized his laughter was probably going to be something you will be replaying in your head a lot
It was addicting like sugar yet it was something you couldn’t bear to lose
You composed yourself to stop being a mess
You started out by telling him the premises of the episode and how it was going to work
Conversations about the job flowed easily between you two as he showed you around the place and you told him where each camera could be
You two discussed how he came into the industry and he also asked about your job
You could tell he was genuinely interested and not just because he wanted to be polite
His eyes lit up when you told him how much you adored his clothing
He told you he wouldn’t mind if you tried some of his unreleased pieces since you had the same fit as the model
This was a good opportunity that you couldn’t miss out on tbh so you said yes eagerly
It felt weird when all the clothing fitted you perfectly as if it was altered and made for you
When you stepped out of the fitting room, Jihoon started blushing as the tips of his ears went red
You were made for his clothes and it didn’t help that his collection was also called ‘Seoulmate’ (I DIED AT THS PUN OKAY)
Just looking at you, he could already think of so many ways to style that skirt you had on
He just only met you but he already felt like you could be his muse
It was as if you two had a connection
But then again, you both were aware that you guys had your own soulmates so neither of you approached each other for more
After everything was done, he walked out of his office to the lift
You both reached out to press the lift button at the same time
That was when your tattoos accidentally met and you felt a shift in your veins
It was as if something had come in and filled all the empty parts of your body
You gasped when you noticed how your unbloomed tattoo had transformed into a pink tulip
It matched with Jihoon’s as he showed you with his wrist with a bright expression
You knew what the flower stood for: a genuine and happy relationship
Both of you were still sort of stunned but Jihoon straightened up as a grin took over his good looks
“My treat today?”
You remembered you had plans but that could wait as Jihoon opened the car door for you, telling you he knew a really good cafe that served fantastic food
As you two sip on coffee and at your dinner, you two shared personal stores about each other and you giggled about his friend’s stories where Daehwi accidentally tripped on the runway when he saw his girlfriend who was supposed to be in London
It was as if your souls were entwined
From the somewhat unplanned matching outfits to the gesture when you two spoke but everything about you two fit so perfectly
After dinner with him, you were surprised when there was basically a pink bouquet with every flower you could imagine waiting for you at your door after Jihoon dropped you home
You had to stop yourself from smiling too hard at the note as you put the flowers in a vase
“If I had a flower for how much I thought of you, I did be walking in a garden forever.”
Honestly, he just seems the type to get jealous so easily
But he is always trying to play it cool
He knows you two are soulmates but he still doesn’t like the fact that Daehwi has his arms around your shoulder
Or how Jinyoung would give you a hug when you congratulated him for winning his figure skating competition like he sort of puffs his cheeks when he sees that happening
He doesn’t bring it up to you often cause he wants to look manly and he is a bit insecure
But you did pinch his cheeks and just go HOW CUTE
And like pepper him with kisses until he realizes that yes, you love him just as much as he does
Jihoon is super sneaky lol
Like he will literally smirk in joy when you are a blushing mess
He will whisper things like how much he loves you or just gives you surprise kisses like eveRYWHERE
YOUR HEART IS NOT READY????
Both of you will always share hoodies and sweaters and he gets so soft when you have like sweater paws
But also make sure you won’t hide your flower tattoo cause he somehow hets super proud looking at it
Sundays are c u d d l e days
You two just laze around the house after having breakfast and he will always trace your tattoo whenever you are in his arms
You two are definitely more into sweet than savoury and like even your contacts for each other shows that??
He literally saves you as cinnamon roll with a bunch of heart emojis cause those are his favourite
You usually do the cooking and he does the dishes but he makes it a point to cook for every now and then even if it’s pasta every single time …
He is such a sucker for you tbh
You could request him to do anything for you and he would cause when Park Jihoon falls in love, he goes HARD
There was a time where you jokingly said you wanted to try all 31 flavours of Baskin Robin
3 hours later, Jihoon comes home with Daehwi and Jinyoung carrying bags of ice cream
You literally went ……..
Well it didn’t matter anyways cause you two had a lot of ice cream to eat when you two chill at home
He doesn’t do much aegyo but WHEN HE WANTS SOMETHING???
Jihoon will literally jeojang-ed his way through everything like when he wants to eat the last piece of cookie or chocolate
Forehead kisses are definitely both your thing
Whenever he feels insecure and thinks that he is not good enough for you
You will wrap him into a hug and kiss him while you just gently rubbed his back
He sometimes mumbles in his sleep and it’s sort of cute when you asked him about him it the next day
“Jihoon, did you know you said my name in your sleep yesterday?”
“uHHHHHH you probably heard wrong.”
Then texts you later
“I swear seeing you in reality is so much better than in my dreams.”
Requests are always open & feel free to message me anything at all :)
Entry #4 - Let Me Distract You - Smut - By @mf-despair-queen
Author: @mf-despair-queen Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 9,263 Prompt: “I admire your ambition, but question your mental state.”
You tapped your foot rapidly against the floor, glancing at your phone every few minutes. Lydia followed suit, pulling her phone out of her purse to check. You sighed angrily at the blank screen, void of messages. Your eyes glued to the wallpaper on your phone, a picture of you and Stiles, your boyfriend of the last year. He was kissing your cheek while you took a selfie, a giant grin on your face. You smiled slightly, tucking the phone in your pocket.
“Have you gotten any word from them? I haven’t heard from Stiles since they were chaining up Liam for the full moon,” you asked Lydia, seeing her groan in annoyance.
“No. I haven’t heard anything. They should be here by now.” She paused, looking at you. “You don’t think something happened to them, right?”
You sighed again, kicking off the wall you were leaning on. “I’m going to try looking for them.” You took off down the hall, ignoring Lydia’s protests. You pushed open the doors of the school, rushing out into the pouring rain. “Where the fuck are you, Stiles?”
summary: after visiting a new pastry shop down the street, mark lee becomes a regular for the sweet treats, but especially for the even sweeter girl that works the counter.
❀ pairing: mark & patissiere!reader insert || patisserie!AU
❀ includes: fluff, humour
❀ wc: 12.2k
❀ note: A cute little scenario for mark! Happy birthday to my baby and me :’) I hope you guys enjoy! I based this off a scene that occurred in my friends life, which had me crying on the floor in laughter. Haha
Mark Lee, prevailing university track star and notorious stunner, was more farouche than one would expect.
He was ebullient at least, vibrant at most—there was never a dull moment if Mark Lee was in the milieu, for he knew how to brighten up the entire ambience with a simple thread of words. Girls loved him, boys supported him—he was frequently praised for his outstanding accomplishments and periodically went out to treat himself with his friends.
Right after track practice was one of those occasions. He was almost drained, exhausted from sprints and leaping over hurdles; he wanted some treats to rejuvenate, and so he went out with his friends. Word spread that a new pastry store had opened downtown, known for their palatable bursts of flavor and appealing display. It raised Mark’s curiosity and he extended the word to his friends, who only craved for a bite of the sweet treats. So, falling right after their arduous practice like a flawless, quick cascade, they walked to the patisserie, ravenous for fresh delicacy.
Their legs were growing sore, and it was not a good combination with the balmy heat beating down on their skin. Mark let out a groan, weary and ready to rest. “How far is it again?” Mark complained, stretching his arms to the sky. “My legs are dying.”
His friend shot him a glare, annoyed at his words. “It was your idea to visit the new store. You have no right to complain about the walk,” he shot back. “Even if it is taking us twenty minutes.”
Mark laughed. “Gosh, Donghyuck, my bad. I didn’t think it would take this long to make it to downtown.”
“You thought wrong,” chimed in another friend.
“Jae,” Mark pouted, “you were complaining about the same thing five minutes ago!”
“There’s nothing to complain about anymore because”—Jaehyun peered down at his device and back up to see if the maps app had led the crew to the correct place—“I think we made it.”
Mark grinned in relief, ready to take rest inside the store. There it was, only a couple of steps away. The three boys made their way to the pastry shop, heads turning in every direction as they observed the exterior. The walls were painted an inviting baby blue; two tables along with chairs were by the opened window; the mellow music tunes were audible from a short distance. Clearly, it did not look like the place for a couple of rambunctious boys to visit after a sweaty, messy practice.
The three boys stood out prominently when they waltzed into the store, and it was not due to the ring form the bell that hanged by the door that caught everyone’s attention. Their disheveled appearance and sunblock sheened self (and glowing sweat) drew attention indisputably. It was as blatant as the illustrations in a pop-out book.
The sweet scent of cinnamon swirled together with fresh strawberries within the humble shop. The aroma was spreading throughout the area, a delectable ensconcement that wrapped its arms around the three boys. Each person within the pastry store appeared convivial, and they all awaited the next batch of steamed cake that was preparing itself in the designated confinement. When it was opened by a worker the steam rose into the air like talons before disappearing into nothing. Mark was astounded by the interior—the neat arrangement of periwinkle to ivory tables and chairs, wooden decor, an array of blossoms, and much more—before being stunned by what the pastry store had to offer.
There was an array of treats to choose from: seeded bagels, blackberry pastries dusted with powdered sugar, miniature buttered croissants—each in their own section. There was way too many choices for him to select one, and he was investing himself in the beauty that rested within the cases until his friend tapped his shoulder. “Mark, what do you plan on getting? This place looks incredible,” asked Jaehyun.
Mark’s eyes never left the glass case the held the wonders of the pastry store. So far, the goodness that was the cornet pies, chocolate drizzled over the surface, caught his eye. “I’m not sure yet, there’s a lot of things to choose from.”
“May I help you?” asked a worker behind the counter.
Mark saw from his field of view a blurry frame of a woman approach behind the glass and he straightened his posture, tilting his head up to look at the worker as he said, “Ah, yeah. I’d actually like to try—”
Mark’s words cut themselves off short, for his mind went blank at the sight of the worker—at the sight of you. You had a gentle smile tugging at your lips, hair out of your face as a work requirement yet he found it charming, and a powder blue apron hugging your body. Every time you blinked stars would ignite their own luster, enthralling him impotently.
Immediately, Mark obtained a unique taste of nonpareil palatableness on his tongue, and he only craved to satisfy his sweet tooth with you.
Anon- Hello love! Don’t know if you’re taking requests but I really loved your last Liam imagine so I was wondering if you could please write a Liam imagine where he once saved the reader who is a werewolf too, so she starts being protective with him and then he’s starts to act weird in front of her because he likes her. like, she wonders why his heart raises when she’s around, thanks!
Author’s Note- Hope you enjoy. You can find some of my other imagines here x
One Week Ago
“Y/n move!” Liam shouted, after noticing Tracy was coming up from behind you. You didn’t hear in time. You turned around and felt sharp claws penetrate your side, making your eyes glow bright gold. You fell to the ground paralysed after the Kanima venom worked its way into your bloodstream. You couldn't do anything but stare above you, seeing Tracy’s face as she towered above you, her hand stretched ready to make her final move. You then saw as a figure pushed her to the ground with an animalistic growl, after hearing more cuts, punches and tables being broken, you felt someone lift you up to carry you bridal style. He tilted your head up so you could see him. You smiled weakly and let out a sigh of relief, with the limited movement in your neck you put your head into his chest and slowly let your eyes close, knowing you’d soon be fine. Thank god for Liam Dunbar.
Liam picked up a tray and examined the food options in the dinner queue. “Move Dunbar” one of his team mates said playfully, pushing in front of him. “Come on dude, that’s the third time this week” Liam complained like a kid. “Fuck you” you said picking up a tray and positing yourself next to Liam. “It’s only a joke, tell your girl to chill” his team mate brushed off, shaking his head. “She’s not my-” Liam began to explain awkwardly, before you interrupted. “Apologise and go to the back of the queue before I shove this tray so far up your arse that you start seeing-” you began to threaten, until Liam covered your mouth with his hand. “Okay man chill, I’m sorry and I’ll see you at practice” he said as he backed away, slightly scared. You simply turned away and began to look at the food, as if nothing had happened. “What was that?” he asked, with a grin on his face. “He was treating you as inferior, to which I disagree” you stated, pouting at the sight of the dreadful food your school was serving. “Y/n” he said, trying not to laugh. “Huh?” your cheeks began to flush, at the thought of you having something on your face or something in your hair to make him laugh at you. “You do realise, you just also pushed in the queue” he said, looking at all the students that were complaining to one another. “Oh right” you realised, looking a bit hypocritical. “I’m just going to go” you began to back away before he quickly grabbed your wrist before you could. You both couldn’t help but listen as both of your heart beats slowed down to the same rate and beat loudly for a split second. He assumed that yours was purely because he shocked you, you on the other hand was confused as to why his did too. You looked as him quizzically, before he quickly let go with a really anxious look on his face. “Oh erm sorry, I was just going to say you may as well stay now, we’re almost at the front” he mumbled. “Oh okay, I guess so” you shrugged. Neither of you spoke another word while In the queue together and you barely talked while at the lunch table, which caused a few quizzical looks among the pack. I guess both of you were too busy over analysing what had just happened.
Later on, you all met up at Scott’s house for your weekly pack meeting. Liam had made an excuse not to walk with you like you usually did, he instead had already arranged for Stiles to come and pick you up. “Hey” Stiles beamed as you got into the front seat of his jeep. “Heyy” you retuned the energy. “Let’s roll out” he said, putting it into reverse. “How many coffees have you had?” you asked with wide eyes, looking down to see all the empty Starbucks cups scattered around. “Today? Only like three” he shrugged, speaking a little too quick. “I better not die in this piece of scrap metal” you whined. “Never insult Roscoe like that!” he said pointing at you, while still looking at the road. “And you’ve named it” you laughed. “Don’t listen to her, I love you just the way you are” he claimed, kissing his steering wheel as you pulled up at Scott’s. When you arrived, everyone else was already there and waiting for the pair of you. You sat next to Liam, once again hearing his heart beat out of his chest. You turned to look at him with furrowed brows but he stared straight ahead of him and Scott began to speak before you could say anything about his shady behaviour. There wasn’t long left of the meeting thankfully, it was one of the most awkward things you’d experienced when there was no need for it to be. Liam’s heart would randomly race whenever yours and his shoulders brushed or every time he felt you look at him. Normally he would make groans when he got bored but he sat there like a statue the whole time. With about ten minutes left Stiles got a call from his dad and he had to leave early, so unfortunately for Liam, that meant walking home with you, considering you lived literally a few houses away from one another it seemed only rational.
“Liam will you slow down?” you whined, walking ten steps behind him. “You’re a werewolf now Y/n, you cant use the ‘I’m not into sport’ excuse anymore” he called back to you, referring to how lazy you used to be before you received the bite. He stopped suddenly, after he could no longer hear the noise of you walking and sighing loudly. He turned around to see you were no longer there and feeling scared was an understatement, he swiftly turned back around to look for you and practically screamed when he saw you in front of him. “Wow Liam, who knew you had lungs like that” you teased jokingly. “It’s not funny, I thought you were kidnapped” he breathed half in relief, half in annoyance. “I’m a werewolf, remember?” you said, your eyes then widened at the sight of a flashing neon sign. You skipped merely and opened the doors into the diner. That was a thing you loved about small towns, the old school diners with good and cheap food. Liam groaned but hesitantly followed behind you. You sat in your usual booth and he sat opposite you with a grumpy expression. “What are we doing here?” he asked, crossing his arms. “I’m hungry” you said innocently. He looked relieved for a second, until you continued. “And also to find out why you’re avoiding me” you also crossed your arms. “Usual?” the waitress asked, while Liam sunk into his chair. “Yes please” you smiled. She then looked over at him. “Just a coke please” he mumbled. She looked surprised, normally Liam ordered half of the menu but she simply nod and walked off to the kitchen. “You’re being weird, tell me what’s up” you said straight forwardly after a few minutes of watching him pretend to read the menu he was holding, that was upside down. “I’m not being weird” he scoffed, looking anywhere but at you. “I know when you’re lying” you claimed, leaning forward. His eyes flickered for a minute, while he raised his hand to bite his fingernails. “Why are you doing that?” you asked with a slight look of disgust. “Nervous” he replied simply. “There’s no reason for you to be nervous” you said, focusing on the food that the waitress placed in front of you. “There is when you’re trying to tell your best friend you’re in love with her” he accidently blurted out. Your eyes widened in shock as you quickly looked from your plate to him. The waitress awkwardly backed away after hearing that, trying to supress the smile on her face. “Oh god” he suddenly said in horror, realising what he just said. You sat there with your mouth parted open looking at him. “It just slipped out” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “Please say something” he squeaked, after you didn’t reply. “You love me” you simply repeated. “As a friend-” he tried to lie, “As more than a friend” he admitted straight after. “I-I-” you began to stutter. Liam waited in anticipation for your response, not sure if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. “I cant do this right now” you said, picking up your bag and exiting the diner in a matter of seconds. He sat there, his head in his hands in the booth that was once his safe place. Your safe place.
“Y/n you fucking idiot” you said out loud to yourself in your bedroom. You had been pacing back and forth for like half an hour. “Why didn’t you tell him that you feel the same” you complained. “Oh god” you sighed in frustration, running your hands through your hair. You heard your phone buzz from on your bed, you picked it up to see a message from Liam; ‘I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I didn’t want to ruin us’. You exhaled and gave a brief thought. “Fuck this” you said, locking your phone, shoving it into your jean pocket and grabbing your coat from the back of your door. You didn’t slowly approach the situation like any normal human being would, in fact you stormed from your house back to the diner impulsively. You knew he would still be there, you saw him through the window, clouded with condensation. His head was on the table and it was practically empty in there. You burst into the doors and walked over to your booth, it didn’t take long for him to recognise the smell of your perfume or the sound of your heartbeat. He lifted himself up, but before either of you could say anything, you scooted to sit beside him and pressed your lips to his harshly but longingly. He was surprised at first, to say the least but he soon opened up and deepened the kiss. The only reason you pulled away from one another was to catch your breath. You stared at each other, examining every detail. “I owe you ten bucks” the chef whispered to the waitress. Both of your werewolf hearings picked up on that from across the room. “I told you, they were meant to be together from the first time they came here” the waitress smiled reminiscently. You and Liam smiled upon hearing that. “I guess this means you like me back?” he asked. “I don’t like you- I love you” you corrected, putting your head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. He stroked your hair and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m hungry” you claimed. “Yeah me too” he agreed. You both glanced over to the waitress and chef. “Its on the house” they spoke at the same time, accidently giving away that they were listening to your conversation. Y/F/N and Liam Dunbar, who’d have thought you’d ever be more than best friends? Well everyone apart from the pair of you, but regardless the feelings you had for him were mutual. That was the day you realised you’d already found your soulmate and everything else stemmed from there.
Requests are closed ATM sorry, I have too many and so I wont be doing any that are sent as I have too many that I’m currently working on. I’ll let you know when they’re open x
Lance was hurt. But that didn’t mean he was going to stop helping Shiro and Keith. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t return his feelings. It wasn’t their fault Lance thought they were in a relationship.
He liked to think it was obvious they were a thing. It seemed he misinterpreted the whole situation.
But Lance was fine. He was fine and he could dealt with it. He wasn’t going to turn his back on them. Even if it killed him from the inside.
Hunk knew there was something terrible wrong with his friend. Since they came back from the celebration, Lance had been quiet. Too quite. He thought at first his friend was tired, but then the days passed and he didn’t looked any better.
He was still smiling and making jokes, but Hunk knew Lance better than anyone and was able to see under his mask. The happiness he had been feeling these days was completely gone, and instead of the bright smile he used to have, a fake one replace it.
It was awful. Hunk didn’t know what to do. He tried to approach the omega several times but always brushed him off or change the subject.
“What is wrong with him? He was happy a few days ago.” Asked Pidge in concern.
“I don’t know! He won’t tell me! You know how Lance is, he keeps everything inside until it becomes to much!”
“Yeah… Do you think it may be something related to Shiro and Keith?” Hunk looked at her confused.“ You know, Shiro… Keith… With Lance. Oh my god, Hunk. Please tell me you noticed.”
“That… actually explains a lot.” Pidge groaned. “Well, they stop hanging out with Lance for a while… But Lance didn’t seem affected by that.”
“Maybe he was faking it?”
“No, i know him. the happiness was real then. Whatever has Lance acting like this, happened after the party…”
“And what if it’s Lotor’s fault? I saw them together, talking and dancing. They even went to the gardens alone.”Hunk raised an eyebrow.
“How it is that you notice all those things?”
Pidge smiled. “Let’s just say that Rover have many hidden talents.”
Something was different with Lance, and Shiro was getting really worried. The alpha tried to bring the omega closer, to talk to him more, but every attempted he made end up in failure.
He invited him several times to spend time with him and Keith, but Lance always had something to do. The little times he agreed, he always sat far away from them. Keeping a big distance.
Lance still appeared at nights. But even when they were having sex, he seemed absent. The alphas became really scared when one night after the finished, Lance simply got up, picked up his things and left.
“Did we do something wrong?” Asked Keith.
“I… I think? I don’t know.”
They stop having sex with him fearing they would make him feel uncomfortable again. And in a desperate attempted make the omega stay they started cuddling with him, making him sleep in the middle.
Still, no matter how much they tried to make Lance feel like part of them, it was getting harder and harder to reach him.
Prince Lotor arrived to the castle of Lions to stay for a unknown period of time, and to be honest Lance wasn’t sure how to feel about it. The prince had nothing but good intentions. He was on their side and was their most powerful ally. Lotor had gone to explain them about the Rebel network he built and its branches to offer his full support to Voltron and see how could he be of help. But everytime Lance met his Galra eyes, he remembered their conversation and couldn’t help but bitter.
“Excuse, Blue Paladin?” Lance cursed under his breath. Great.
“I’m sorry, but i’ve been getting the impression that my presence is not welcome by you. Did i do something wrong, by any chance?“
"What?! No, God, no! You have done nothing wrong, ok? It’s not you.”
“It is perhaps something related to the conversation we held the day of our alliance?” Lance frowned. Oh, so Lotor was right. “I must tell you, Blue paladin, that it was never my intention to intrude in your personal live.”
“Nah, dude. It’s ok. I mean, if it weren’t for you i would still had the stupid illusion we were something else. Not your fault, really.”
“It is not stupid to hope the ones we love, love us back.” Lance sighed, looking defeated. Honestly? He was tired and confused.
Keith and Shiro had been trying to get his attention and to be beside him all the tme. He was sure Keith even tried to scent him one time. It was… Weird. Before we would’ve feel on the clouds, but now? He was not sure.
Lance didn’t want to fell more for them. That’s why no matter how many times he felt tempted to accept their invitations or look for them he never did. He was only trying to protect himself.
“Would you mind accompanying me for a walk around the castle?” Lotor suddenly asked, trying to distract Lance of his own worrying thoughts. The omega looked at him in disbelief.
“A walk around the castle?”
“Well, we could try to go to the nearest planet is you prefer.” A small smile appeared on Lance’s face.
“No, thank you. The castle’s fine.” He said, grabbing Lotor arm. “Ok, pretty boy. Lead the way.”
In a matter of days, Lance went back to his happy-self. Lotor showed to be not only a good diplomant and leader, but a good friend. They became really close, and would often flirt with each other (mostly as a game, Lance liked to think). Whenever they weren’t creating plans to defeat Zarkon’s empire or training, they talked about everything. Lance felt so comfortable with Lotor he told him everything he had been happening with the alpha couple, feeling much lighter after doing it. He would have told Hunk, but he never did because he knew his friend would totally confront Shiro and Keith about their little arrangement and that was the last thing he wanted.
What if they couldn’t form Voltron after that? He prefered to avoid fights and to keep enjoying of this blossoming friendship he and Lotor had.
But the war was inevitable, right?
The end of the little time of peace they were living came quick and without warning. The Galra attacked in the middle of the night taking them by completely surprise.
The awful sound of the alarm filled the castle and Lance ran through the red halls. Before he could reach the bridge, he was intercepted by a galra soldier. He was shocked, the were inside. Holy fuck they were inside and he didn’t have a weapon or armor to fight back.
He was about to run away, when he noticed the Galra had Pidge with him. She was badly hurt, and seemed to be struggling to breathe. He felt anger grew inside him and with the adrenaline running through his body he ran towards the galra soldier, avoiding to get hit until he got closer enough to knock him down and steal his weapon.
He shot without thinking twice, then lift Pigde in his arms and quickly ran towards the med bay. His friends could defend the castle without him, right now what mattered was her.
Just before he could arrived to his destiny, more Galra appeared and surround them. He hold Pidge tightly hurting her a little, trying his best to shield her with his body.
The soldiers lifted their arms and he closed his eyes, waiting with fear to be shot. A bang was heard, and when he opened his eyes, Lotor was all he could see.
“Are you ok?”
"Fuck.. Yes… Thanks, buddy. ” He sighed in relief when he saw all the fallen Galra. “We… We don’t have time to waste. Pidge, we need her on the pods."
Lotor nodded as he took Pidge from Lance’s arms and head to the med bay. He put her on the table, grab a weapon a went back to hall to make sure no Galra attacked them while Lance was preparing the pod. He truly felt grateful for speding tons of hours cleaning the pods with Coran. Once he was finished and Pidge’s vitals stabilize , Lotor approach him and hug him.
He melt at the touch and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation.
“You did well, Lance…”
“Thank you… If it weren’t for you, Pidge–”
“She’s ok now, you did good. You have nothing to worry about now… “ The prince said and Lance sighed. The alarm was still on, they weren’t safe yet. They needed to join the battle. But he wanted to stay just like that a little longer. He missed this, he missed having this kind of physical contact. He hugged Lotor back, and gasp when he felt how the prince began to scent him. He shivered, and felt the tears sting in his eyes. The omega couldn’t believe this, he was overwhelmed by the alpha’s action.
Lance opened his eyes, and through the tears he could see a Galra was pointing his weapon at Lotor’s back. He got paled at the sight and his mind went blanck for an instant, fuck. He pulled apart from Lotor as fast as he could and throw him to he ground, taking the fatal blow directed at him without thinking. He fell hard and felt all the air leave his lungs. Someone called his name, but he quickly faded.
When Lance woke up and got out of the pod, Hunk was there to catch him.
“Lance!” He said with a big smile and tears in his eyes. “You’re awake!”
“Oh my God! Lance’s awake!” Screamed Pidge, looking much healthier and stronger than before.
Hunk and Pidge hug him and nuzzle him for several minutes, refusing to let him go. A few meters from them, everyone else was waiting their turn to get closer to Lance. Once the betas were finished, Allura and Coran were next. Coran hugged him as Allura thanked him for his bravery and patted his head like if he was a little child. When Lance was free, everyone expected Shiro and Keith to be next. But Lotor couldn’t wait and took Lance in his arms, kissing his temple. The omega blushed and laughed by the action and just before he could say something, the alphas yanked Lotor away from him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?!” Keith looked beyond pissed. “That’s our omega!”
“Bullshit!” Oh, God, Lotor looked angry too. “He’s not yours! You barely pay attention to him!”
“We’ve been mating him! He’s ou—”
“You’ve been fucking him!” Said Lotor, interrumpting Shiro.”You both only want him to warm your bed!”
“That’s not true! We’ve been trying to court him all these time! We want Lance with us!
“Oh, really? You could’ve fooled me if it weren’t by the selfish way you both are acting! Lance is a fucking person, not a hole for you assholes to be fucked!”
“We don’t think of Lance that way! We truly want him and care about him! We would never do anything to hurt him!”
Lotor was still not convinced and draw his claws out. Shiro and Keith growled, baring their teeths. The princess quickly ran towards Lotor’s side, grabbing him by the arm trying to stop the prince from fighting her paladins as Hunk, Pidge and Coran went to stop the other two. Meanwhile, the omega was static in his place seeing the whole scene unfold before his eyes.
-“Is… is true what you’re saying?” Lance asked, looking between Keith and Shiro with uncertainty. He looked nervous and about to cry. “Please tell me you’re not lying. Tell me you guys are serious right now because i wouldn’t be able to take it if you’re not. Part 4
-“Are you guys serious right now?” Said Lance, drawing everyone’s attention to him and shocking the alphas by the hostility on his voice. “Oh my God, you guys are serious! No, this is bullshit. You can’t pretend i don’t exist, think only about each other and then claim me as yours. Do you know how fucked up is that?!”
—- DID YOU LIKED THE SURPRISED My BeaUTIful PECADORES????!!?!!! Not only you guys are divided by Lancelot and Shklance, i am too. So i’ll do two endings. Because i can, and because i love lancelot with good lotor and shklance because it’s a clasic.
This is the perfect solution for my shipper heart (and for my followers dispute) Oh and i warn you guys. The following chapters won’t be updated as fast as the others. Why?
Hiya! Can I request RFA/Saeran+MC going grocery shopping together? Could you also include which aisle they would spend the longest time in? I hope that's not too much >.< Have a lovely day~
Here ya go! Grocery shopping is nice because there’s a lot of food and I’m quite fond of that stuff.
Ok but this boy knows what’s up
He’s been to the grocery store so many times, he can
probably finish all his shopping with his eyes closed (or at least one of them
closed if you know what I mean hahahhaha sorry)
He’s like those moms who are into super couponing probably
because his own mom was too
He has a whole binder full of coupons waiting to be
used, and he’s categorized them all according to types and %off.
Even if you’ve been grocery shopping before, going
with Yoosung is a whole other deal
Jeez is it intense
Though who knew browsing the vegetable aisle with this boy by
your side would prove to be such an enlightening experience?
Unless you tell him you already know most of the stuff he’s saying, Yoosung will not hesitate to stop in front of every single thingand tell you about its various uses in cooking, or just life in general
And by every single thing I mean every single damn thing, even if it’s considered elementary knowledge
“This is a banana—“
“I know Yoosung,I know.”
He’ll also teach you really simple recipes while you
load up your cart with food
“If you have trouble sleeping, heat up some milk and
sprinkle some powdered nutmeg into it!” actually very comforting imo
“For really brown bananas, if you don’t want to eat
them or can’t use them at the moment, put them in the freezer and you can make
yummy banana bread with them later!”
“If you ever slice apples and want to prevent them
from turning brown, just dip them in a bit of lemon juice!”
Thank you Yoosung Sensei
Every time you go grocery shopping together, you know
you’ll return home feeling like you just took an intensive nutrition class
Spends longest time in:
The only aisle he doesn’t really visit is the liquor aisle, but other than that he’ll spend the same amount of time in each place. Occasionally he will steer clear of the milk section after remembering some, ah, unpleasant memories
Okay so he’s not quite a dolt when it comes to grocery shopping that’s for sure, like he knows about the basics, and of course he’s a beer expert
Though he is nowhere close to being on Yoosung’s Godly Grocery level
and Zen will neveradmit that he doesn’t know jack shit about what he buys most of the time
He’ll try to seem knowledgeable just for you, and he does want you to eat healthy (”Fruits and vegetable ares good for the skin! Though my skin is already amazing enough.” thank you zen that makes me feel so much better about myself)
But he’s not sure what to do with 90% of the stuff he puts in your cart
When you guys go home, he’ll sneak a phone call to Yoosung, list all the items that he bought, and Yoosung in turn will teach him a few possible recipes
Tbh usually such a phone call would sound like some shady drug dealing cuz it starts all like:
“Hey, Yoosung,” Zen casts a wary eye around before whispering, “I’ve got new goods. Can you hook me up with some plans?”
But it’s okay, you’ll relax once you hear them talking about the properties of lettuce
“Zen, let me get this straight. You bought a whole octopus…without actually knowing how to cook it?!”
“Well, I can’t be her knight in shining armor if I don’t know how to deal with a mere octopus!”
When Seven hears about this, he’s all like “move aside fabled evil dragon, the princess in the tower is now guarded by a wriggling, squishy octopus. How will Zen slay the mighty beast?”
Spends longest time in:
Cosmetics aisle! And I mean spends a loooooooooooooOOOng time. He wants you to try stuff on. Then he wants you to give hima makeover. Then he wants to take pictures. Then he finds new products to try. The infernal cycle begins again.
She never really had any time to go grocery shopping before, and so
she would just buy her meals from the convenience store
So the first time you went shopping together, oh boy was this girl lost
Although she knows all the fruits and vegetables and different types of meat, so the basics, she just doesn’t know what to buy because there are so many choices??
She just wants to buy everything and try it all
And so she does
You’re zooming around all the aisles, and soon each of you have your own cart chock full of food
In the end, two end up buying too much and invite Yoosung over to help y’all cook
“Okay, I get that you wanted to buy a lot to get variety, but that does not explain why you had to buy 10 packs of meat and a total of 5 types of squash,” says Yoosung, mildly exasperated.
Spends the longest time in:
The bakery section! She likes to look at their desserts to get inspiration, and will sometimes by those that catch her fancy. Although she also does spend a lot of time in the coffee section, however, there usually isn’t a lot of variety so she tends to be a bit disappointed.
h a H
Jumin Han grocery shopping?
“Why go to the grocery store when the grocery store could come to you?”
“If you really want to make food yourself, why don’t you just order the ingredients online?”
Because grocery shopping is fun? sometimes
If you’re so insistent about going to the store, he’s 100% down to open one someplace in the building just for you.
Once you turn down all his extravagant ideas and manage to drag his fine ass to the store, Jumin is frowning.
Just like Yoosung, he’ll stop in front of every product there is. But this time, he’ll talk about them from a business perspective.
“If a watermelon costs this much for one pound, then for it to be of a profitable price, the amount of edible watermelon must be equal to—”
“Jumin we’ve been standing here for ten minutes.”
He’ll still occasionally stop to calculate the price per consumable unit though
Mutters to himself the whole time
But he proves to be immensely useful
You’re comparing two types of dumplings, different companies, slightly different prices
“Jumin, which one comes out to be the best buy?”
Hoooooooh he’ll go all out
He compares approximate size of dumplings, nutritional values, price per unit, reputability of manufacturer, you name it
So when you go grocery shopping, always bring yourself a Jumin Han to buy the best products in the store
Also because this rich boy is really cute when he wanders around, a little crease between his eyebrows, whispering equations to himself under his breath as he trails behind you like a little kid
Spends longest time in:
Pet food aisle, duhh. Would never dare feed Elly ‘commoner cat food’, though he’ll consider it if you make some brand suggestions. On a side note I feel like Jumin has tried Elly’s food before, especially if it’s something she seems to really like. “Maybe I can replicate this taste but make it something safe for humans to eat?”
cOme ON iT’S SAYOUNG WE ALREADY KNOW IT’LL BE A MESS
First of all, you guys are never both walking. Either you’re in the cart and he pushes, or the other way around.
Here’s the thing though, he’s not so much in the cart as under it
I saw a picture of this but I can’t find it… you know how there’s usually a rack beneath the cart? Yeah, he just lies down on that.
If you leave him under the cart and wander too far away, he will yell “MArcO!” until you answer “polo” in an equally loud manner
This has gotten you kicked out more than a couple of times
“What do you mean soda and chips aren’t enough to sustain the human body?”
“What’s a vegetable?”
It’s like, he knows of the stuff, but he’s never seen any in person
“Wow…that’s…is that really an orange? In flesh????”
“This is edible?” he says, holding a pack of shrimp in his hands
While in the frozen food section: “I wonder what would happen if we blended a pizza, and then used that pizza to make pizza sauce for another pizza? Like…pizzaception.”
you guys actually tried doing that but regretted it because that shit was disgusting
He will try to be more serious if you tell him, but why would you?
Saeyoung makes grocery shopping seem like an adventure
Spends longest time in:
I mean when he’s under the cart he doesn’t really have a choice so he’ll chill there and contemplate whether or not he should lick the floor while you get the food. However, if he’s the one pushing you, you bet he’ll head straight to the snack section. That’s his turf. Will glower at those who dare approach his precious chips. “So um Saeyoung are we just gonna wait around here and chase people away all day or…?”
He’s the type of kid that has absolutely no idea about anything
He’ll point at a cabbage and call it a cucumber
He says carrots grow on trees
You get a lot of stares because he calls everything by the wrong name with so much confidence
The baby is super proud of himself and you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong
That changes when Yoosung goes shopping with him once though. Yoosung almost cried when Saeran asked him what this weird, round white thing was called (answer: an oinion. HAH SAERAN IS LIKE AN ONION, HE HAS LAYERS HAHAHAHAHHA I’M SO FUNNY)
Yoosung lowkey kidnaps Saeran and they have a study session together where Saeran learns about the marvelous world of fresh produce
But once you go back to the store together after he studied hard, it’s so precious
Saeran correctly identifies most of the stuff, but after every time he names something, he’ll glance at you, as if waiting for your approval
once you give him a tiny nod, a smile playing around your lips, his eyes will just light the fuck up and ;sdfja;lskdfjaslkdfja the baby bean is gonna blush a lil’ because w oW he did it???
Saeran reverts back to a toddler when y’all go to the store, you better hold his hand or he’ll wander off and get lost in another dimension
Spends longest time in:
ya, the ice cream section. you can get ice cream on a stick?? w h at???? a pre made ice cream cone???? w HA t??? I CAN BUY TWO LITERS BUCKETS OF ICE CREAM??? W H AT?!??!??!?! It’s a Saeran heaven and half the bill goes to his own, full cart of ice cream.
Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends?
“i don’t know I thought I would ace this test but I guess not…” your friend said while the two of you were leaving the classroom. no matter what she was telling you, you couldn’t put your mind at peace because each time you thought of him you felt his hot tongue on your neck. the way he flicked at your soft skin and kissed the hell out of your sweet spot, just made you feel numb as you wanted more of him.
the next class you had, just so happened to be with him. part of you was too scared to even enter the classroom as you knew he kissed many many other girls, and just like that he would forget about you and that you even exist.
so you enter the class praying he wasn’t there already and luckily he wasn’t. sitting down at your table you prepared your books and waited for the class to begin.