you know what you shouldnt do? constantly tell your child how expensive they are to take care of. because eventually, that child gets scared of asking for money, and doesnt feed themself at school, doesnt go places with their friends that require money, because they dont want to be expensive. it really does get into their minds, that theyre too much money and that they shouldnt do anything.
I think hearing people’s voices is really cool, but I haven’t found a voice meme I’m happy with, so I wanted to make my own!
Here’s how the game is played: If you want to hear me do any of these, just send me the number(s) you want to hear and I’ll make an audio post! Include whatever specifics you’d like to hear me do in the ask - these are more guidelines than actual rules. Basically, it’s just like any other ask meme, only I speak the answers instead of typing them out!
1) Give an introduction!
Put specifics in the ask
2) Read a poem!
Feel free to specify a poem in the ask
3) Read a passage from your favorite book or fanfiction. Alternatively, do a one-person-show of a scene from a movie or play.
Feel free to suggest a passage or scene in the ask. If you want me to do a dramatic reading of Green Eggs and Ham, I will.
4) Tell a joke. (Preferably a really bad one)
5) Tell a story from your childhood.
Feel free to suggest a story in the ask, like asking me about the first time I did x, y, or z!
6) Tell me about the most exciting thing you’ve ever done or would like to do.
7) Tell two truths and a lie, so that people have to guess which is true.
8) Give an instructions on how to preform a task of the asker’s choosing.
Example: If the ask says “teach me how to dougie,” you must give vocal instructions on how to dougie.
9) Can you record yourself speaking in different languages/accents?
10) Sing a song, if you dare!
Feel free to suggest a song in the ask! (If I don’t know the song, I might sing you something else instead, but I promise it will still be worth your while.)
I think sometimes you can learn a lot about a person from their clothing choices, and I’ve always sorta wanted to make some fashion sets ^ ^ So I’m making one for the OC kids, starting with the eldest as usual, Yasha! (He’s probably pre-teen-ish around here, maybe, idk)
Yasha still more or less thinks of himself as a boy (when he can be bothered to think about it at all) but loves flowers, pastels, and anything soft and gentle (in harsh contrast to his blunt as a bludgeon personality). And most importantly, he kinda just really hates wearing pants and underwear, when he can get away with full nudity… He takes the young!Victor flower fairy aesthetic to the next level. He can be very picky about what he wears, and usually prefers expensive but relatively unknown specialty brands. His parents, especially Victor, are more than happy to indulge his tastes.
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO
setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami)
and they have OC kids.
Hi! May I request Red and Blue texting their paladins about confessing to each other? Like Blue's all supportive and telling Lance, "You're amazing. Of course he likes you." And Red's all "Just do it! Oh my god, do it and stop with the pining!" (PS: You're amazing. Thank you for this blog.)
(ok i kind of changed how you wanted red to react but i hope you still like this 💜 )
RED AND BLUE ARE IN LOVE IT IS CANON LMAO
(damn this is a long one but i hope it’s kind of what you were looking for :) )
you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where
the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big
sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with
him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is
awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who
played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered
and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea —
is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he
tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he
does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on
her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that
on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them
“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.
Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.
“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.
“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.
“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.
“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.
“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.
“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”
He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”
don’t interact if n/s/f/w (slightly n/s/f/w included)!
💒go on a picnic! it’s super cost-effective, and it’s a great way to spend time with your little!!
💒go to the park! you could watch your little play, or you could play with them! (i love it when daddy plays hide n seek and tag with me💗)
💒play dress up with them! my daddy never lets me, but i allllllways want to put makeup on him 😂
💒go to a pet store and look at all the cute animals! me and daddy actually did that today!! we looked at the kittens and i got to hold a bunny and 3 birds!! and one of the employees let us go in the back to pet the rescue dogs, my heart melted 😍
💒go rafting! i’m not sure how common it is in other places, but where i live, people go rafting on lakes and rivers all the time!! it would be a great chance to get outdoors with your little, while still having the privacy to treat them like the little baby they are 💗
💒go on adventure across your city/town! me and daddy did this on our one year anniversary. we took the train and bus all over the place!!! this can be both free or you can spend a little bit of money. me and daddy ended up spending $50 at a candy store but….hopefully those reading this will be smarter with their money 😂😂
💒finger paint together! your little can paint allllll the pretty pictures for you!!
💒go sight-seeing! educate your baby on all the mountains, monuments, rivers, and other scenery in your area!! (pro tip: if they like it, ask them to pronounce things like ‘mountain’ for you, that always makes me feel so smalllll)
💒go to a library and read a book to them! free books + reading to your little = a very happy, giggly baby💕
💒during the winter, take them to a park with a hill and go sledding! this is, of course, if you live in a place where it snows. if not, it can be substituted with rolling down the hill!
🍧go see a kid’s movie! seeing “kids” movies (i still watch them when i’m big) always makes me feel like daddy’s lil baby!!!
🍧go to a carnival/fair! something about them will always make a little go into littlespace…idk why
🍧the zoo! asking your baby to tell you what sounds the animals make or what animal they are will definitely make them feel suuuper little!!
🍧go to an arcade! these are sooooo fun, and you can basically pick your own price for them!
🍧go to a pottery…place? i don’t actually know what they’re called (i forgot) but you can make your own pottery stuffs and then paint them! it’s so much fun!!!!
🍧toy store! bring your little to a toy store and let them pick a toy(s) out!
🍧candy store! you’re not wasting money if you’re spending it on foooood….:3
Bucky x reader WC 3500 (I’m sorry) Warnings swearing, Halloween costumes, talk of masturbation, revealing clothes/school girl outfit, SMUT 18+ only, oral sex (M receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex Summary You need a last minute Halloween costume and Natasha and Wanda convince you to try on an old outfit which catches Bucky’s attention. AN This is written for @themanwithovtfear ‘s challenge. My prompts were Are you naked under that thing? and “You’re a real pain in the ass.”
It was a few days before Halloween and you were stuck without a costume. You had planned on going shopping for one but you just ran out of time so you were left rummaging through the clothes you had to try to make do.
Natasha and Wanda were supposed to be helping you but really, they were just pulling out random clothes and having you try stuff on.
You had narrowed it down to a black shirt and tights and you would make yourself some cat ears, or a blue dress that you could use to be either Belle from Beauty and the Beast or Alice from Alice in Wonderland.
“I’m going to the kitchen to see if there’s a white apron I can use,” you announced even though neither of them was listening to you.
When you got to the kitchen, Bucky was sitting there with a cup of tea and a book. You didn’t want to disturb him so you tried to cause as little as a distraction as possible rummaging through the drawers.
His voice was quiet and he startled you, “What are you looking for?”
“Um, just a white apron. I need it for my Halloween costume.”
“You’re looking in the wrong spot.” He got up and walked to the pantry, where he pulled out a drawer filled with different aprons.
You furrowed your brows, “Why wouldn’t the aprons be with the rest of the kitchen linens?” you muttered, putting back table cloths and dish towels.
“What colour do you need?”
“White, solid white if possible.”
Bucky returned to the table with three different white aprons.
“Thank you,” you held up each apron, putting it behind your neck and around your waist until you found the best one. You folded it up and placed it on the table, heading over to the fridge to grab some drinks for yourself and the girls.
Before you left the kitchen, you turned to Bucky, “Sorry for interrupting you.”
When you got back to your room, you put the drinks on your desk.
Natasha tossed something at you, “Put that on.”
Looking at what she threw your way, you laughed and shook your head, “Absolutely not. That’s not an option for a costume.”
“Where is that even from?” Wanda asked, looking for a top you could wear with it.
“I’m not putting it on! It’s my old high school uniform.”
Natasha sat on your bed, legs crossed, “Why do you still have it then?”
You shrugged, “Honestly? Every once in awhile I try it on to see if it still fits. Last time I tried it on, it was snug.”
“Try it on, Y/N. You don’t have to wear it as a costume, but we wanna see you in it. I’m sure you look adorable.”
“Fine,” you huffed, undoing your pants. You quickly pulled up the kilt and fastened the buttons when Natasha threw something at your head.
“What the hell?!” you looked up, glaring at her.
“Knee socks. If you’re gonna try it on, go all out, right?”
“I hate you.”
Wanda emerged from your closet with a white blouse, “Will this fit?”
“Um, probably not. The buttons don’t close over my boobs.”
Natasha howled, “God, yes! Put it on! You’ll look like Britney Spears in that music video!”
“You’re a real pain in the ass,” you muttered, even though you were buttoning up the blouse as you spoke.
Pulling on the socks, you looked at yourself in the full length mirror.
“This looks ridiculous!” you shrieked, laughing. The skirt was so short, you could see your underwear underneath, the blouse didn’t button so the top part was left unbuttoned, your bra peeking through. You struck a pose, “There. Eat your heart out, Britney.”
Wanda let out a whistle, “It doesn’t look ridiculous, you look hot.”
“Yeah,” agreed Natasha, “All you need is pigtails and you’d be every guy’s wet dream.”
You gaped at them, “You two are shitting me, right? It’s obvious that the entire outfit doesn’t even fit - I’m busting out of the seams here.” When you saw that they were serious, you shook your head vehemently, hands on your hips, “No! God, no. There is no fucking way I would ever leave this room looking like this! You two are crazy.”
Natasha had pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you.
“What the fuck, Nat? Delete that.”
“Nope. I’ll show it around, see what people think.”
“I’d really rather you didn’t.”
At that moment, there came a knock on your door.
“It’s open!” called out Wanda.
Bucky walked in, carrying the apron that you had left in the kitchen, “Y/N, you left this in the -” he stopped talking, eyes bugging out and he swallowed, hard, “wha-wha- is that your costume?”
Wanda hid her face behind her hands and giggled, Natasha smirked, “Can you tell her she looks hot?”
Your face was on fire, “Can you tell her that I look ridiculous?” You crossed your arms but all that did was push your breasts together.
“Um,” Bucky swallowed again, “um, here’s your apron,” he tossed it your way, turned on his heel, and walked out the door.
You stood there, flabbergasted at his reaction meanwhile Natasha and Wanda were in stitches.
“What was that?” you frowned.
“Are you - are you serious?” Wanda wheezed.
“What? What’d I miss?”
Natasha looked up at you, “Oh, sweetie, you can’t really be that naive.” When she saw that you were legitimately confused, she smiled at you, “I think you just blew Bucky’s mind.”
“What? No! You’re crazy!”
“Fifty bucks says he’s in his room jerking off right now.”
Your mouth dropped open, “Shut up! He is not!”
Wanda sighed, “Honey, c’mon; his tongue was practically on the floor.”
You shook your head, “No way.” You looked in the mirror again, uncertainty written all over your face, “I look silly.”
“You don’t. You. Look. Sexy.”
Natasha leaned back on the bed, “I’d suggest you go find him or that fifty’s mine.”
You sighed and walked to your closet, “Fine.”
“What are you looking for?”
“A robe? A jacket? Something to cover up with?”
They laughed, “You’re wasting time, sweetie. Just go.”
You paused for a second then dashed out of your room, praying no one would see you. You cut through the living room to get to the elevators but as luck would have it, Sam and Clint were there watching a movie.
“Y/N?!” Sam sounded incredulous, “What are you wearing?”
You froze, “Don’t ask.”
“Oh, I’m asking.”
Smirking at you, Clint let out a whistle, “Well, isn’t that something. That your Halloween costume?”
You answered without thinking, “No! It’s my old high school uniform.”
Both of them just stared at you, mouths open.
“Gah! I know, I look foolish -”
“Nuh uh, you look hot,” Clint interrupted.
“Oh, um, thanks?” you continued on your way to the elevators when you heard Sam mumble behind you.
“Jesus Christ, that skirt is short.”
You had forgotten how short the kilt was and you could just die after flashing Sam and Clint your underwear. You sighed as you got into the elevator, crossing your arms, at least it was pretty underwear.
When you got to Bucky’s room, you stood outside his door, shifting from one foot to the other. How the hell were you going to prove to Natasha that he wasn’t masturbating?! You shook your head, you didn’t think this through. Sighing heavily, you knocked hoping he wouldn’t hear you.
“Come in,” his voice sounded muffled.
Shit. You pushed open his door and walked into the room.
“Hey Bucky,” you started when he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a low-slung towel. “Are you naked under that thing?” you blurted out.
He smirked at you, “Well, I did just get out of the shower, so yeah.” He walked towards his dresser and began rummaging around for some clothes.
You closed your eyes and spit it out, “Well, um, okay, so I thought I had upset you but Natasha and Wanda said no and um, Natasha bet me fifty bucks that when you left my room you came up here to masturbate and I disagreed but now I need to ask you if you did and I feel like a complete idiot and -” you stopped talking when you felt Bucky’s hand on your arm. Your eyes flew open and he was much closer than you had expected, “Oh.”
While your eyes were closed, he had only put on track pants and they weren’t any better than the towel.
“Let me get this straight,” arms crossed across his naked chest, he leaned against his desk, “After I left your room, Natasha bet you that I came up here to masturbate and you disagreed with her so you came up here, dressed like that, to ask me?”
Your eyes widened and you could just die, “Oh my god,” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands, “when you say it like that, it’s the stupidest thing -”
“Did anyone see you come up here?”
You blinked up at him, “What?”
“In your haste to get to me, did you happen to pass by anyone on your way up here?”
You nodded, “Uh, yeah, Sam and Clint.”
You could see the tick in his jaw, “Did they say anything?”
“What does that matter?” When he didn’t answer, you crossed your arms and sighed, “Yes. They commented on the outfit. Sam really seemed to appreciate how short the skirt is and Clint told me I looked hot. What’s your point?”
He smirked at you, “Yes. After I saw you in that getup, I came up here, jumped in the shower, and jerked myself off thinking about you.”
You frowned at him, “That’s not funny, Bucky. You don’t have to be an ass.”
He shook his head at you, “You don’t even realize how sexy you look, do you?”
You stared at him, unsure if he was pulling your leg or being sincere when he smiled at you, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth, “Where’d you get the outfit from?”
“It’s my old high school uniform,” your voice was soft.
Bucky closed his eyes and groaned, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mumbled, “Lock the door.”
“Lock the door, Y/N.”
When you turned to walk towards the door, you heard Bucky let out a low moan and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder to see if he was alright and you let out a gasp.
Bucky was still leaning on his desk, arms still crossed. His eyes were dark and his track pants were tented with his erection. When he spoke, his voice was gruff, “Come here, Y/N.”
Dazed, you walked over to him, stopping in front of him.
He reached out to you, gently rubbing his hand over your arm, “My god, you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.”
You felt your skin get hot and you bit your lip, shaking your head.
His metal hand cupped your face, the coolness of the metal giving relief to your heated cheeks. He ran his thumb over your lip, pulling it out from between your teeth. “There’s so many things I want to do to you.” He pushed off his desk crowding your space, “Tell me, what do you want?”
Your brain was running a mile a minute so you closed your eyes to collect your thoughts for a moment. When you opened them, Bucky was watching you carefully. “You,” you whispered, “I want you.”
He smiled at you, “You’ve got me, baby girl. How do you want me?”
The look in his eyes gave you a confidence that you didn’t normally have. Taking a deep breath you put your hands on his chest and gently pushed him to sit down on the chair. Running your fingers gently down his naked torso, you smiled at him, “I want you just like that.” Leaning forward, you pressed a tentative kiss to his lips.
Bucky grabbed the waist of your skirt and pulled you towards him, deepening the kiss.
You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, nipping on his lower lip. Breaking the kiss, you pulled back slightly but he moved his hands to your hips, keeping you close to him.
Tilting your head, he pressed kisses to your neck, sucking and biting gently and you sighed again.
“Bucky, wait,” you rest your hands on his shoulders, “hang on.”
He pulled back, looking concerned, “Shit, I’m sorry.” He immediately dropped his hands to his sides, “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”
“No, stop -” you tried interrupting but he kept talking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, please don’t -”
“Bucky, stop talking,” you gripped at his shoulders, trying to get him to stop talking but he wouldn’t hear you.
He shook his head, “I mean, I’m really sorry and I shouldn’t -”
“Bucky, for fuck’s sake, I wanna suck your cock.”
That shut him right up. “What?”
You smiled at him, your hand brushing lightly against the bulge in his pants and you spoke slowly, “I want to suck your cock.”
His eyes widened, “Are you - are you sure, baby?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“You don’t have to -”
“Are you trying to talk me out of this, Bucky?” you put your hand on your hip and raised a brow, “seriously?”
“No! No, I just, you know, don’t want you to feel like you have to -”
You rolled your eyes, “Shut up. Seriously. Just, ugh, shut it.” You ran your hands up and down his torso and gave him a smile. Kneeling between his legs, you ran your hands up and down his thighs.
Bucky let out a small hiss and gently put his hands on your head.
Looking up at him, you widened your eyes ever so slightly, it had its intended effect.
“Fuck, Y/N, you look so sweet and innocent like that… You’re gonna fucking ruin me, aren’t you?”
Giggling, you nodded. You kept one hand on his thigh while the other moved to pull down his pants. Bucky lifted his hips up to help you, his thick cock springing free. You swallowed hard; you guessed he was large but you had no idea. Looking up at him, you saw him smirking down at you so you gripped the base of his cock giving the tip a featherlight lick. You could taste the pre-cum that had gathered there and his smirk disappeared as he let out a hiss, jerking his hips up just slightly.
You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, then ran your tongue up and down his shaft, teasing him. When you figured he had had enough, you opened your mouth and took as much of him as you could.
“Oh, fuck,” he cried out, hips jerking up as you sucked in earnest.
His hands still on your head, he held your head still as his thrust his cock in and out of your mouth.
When he hit the back of your throat, you could feel yourself gagging, so you relaxed your throat and took him in farther, making him moan. You continued sucking him up, bobbing your head up and down, and you could feel yourself getting wet. Squeezing your legs together, you let out a hum around his cock.
“Fuck, baby, I’m close. Tell me if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
Your response was to suck harder, using your tongue to flick against the tip of his cock. You could feel him throbbing as he came with a cry, his hot cum spilling down your throat. You continued sucking him, your hand moving up and down slowly swallowing every drop that he gave. When you were done, you pulled off him and sat back on your heels, using your thumb to wipe away the spit that had dripped down your chin.
“Jesus Christ, you are a fucking sight. Come here,” roughly he pulled you to your feet, slamming his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Bucky gripped your hip with one hand while the other skimmed up the outside of your thigh, leaving goosebumps. He gently ran his fingertips across your ass then squeezed one cheek, “I fucking love how your ass looks in these.”
You gasped when he gave your ass a slap, then moaned when he rubbed his hand over it, “Fuck, Bucky.”
“Yes, Y/N?” he brought his hand to your inner thigh, running it up but stopping just before he reached your cunt.
You tried to rock your hips, trying to get his hand where you needed it the most.
“Oh? You don’t like being teased, baby?”
A thought popped into your head and you blurted it out before you could convince yourself not to, “Need you to touch me, daddy.”
Bucky stared at you, eyes black with lust. “Oh, fuck,” he ground out, his hands going to your underwear, “So wet for daddy.” Pushing them aside, his fingers went to your entrance, spreading your arousal around, his hand still on your hip keeping you still.
“Please, daddy, stop teasing.”
Smirking up at you, he pushed a finger inside you, “Does that feel good, Y/N? Do you like when daddy fucks you with his fingers?” he pushed another finger inside you.
“Fuck, yes. Feels so good,” you moaned, your hands grabbing onto Bucky’s shoulders for support, your hips moving.
He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace, “Touch yourself, baby. Touch that pretty little clit of yours, I want you to come all over my fingers.” He angled his fingers so they brushed against your g-spot.
You brought your hand down to your clit and began rubbing. “Fuck,” you could feel your walls clenching.
“Come for me, baby, you’re so close. I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”
His words put you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, “Fuck, Bucky, oh my god, yes!”
He continued to fuck you with his fingers, slowing down as you began whimpering. Without warning, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carried you to his bed. He put you down and kissed you, “Get on your hands and knees baby.”
Your legs felt like jelly but you did as he asked.
He raised your skirt and rubbed your ass, “My god, isn’t this something?” Teasing you through your underwear, he leaned his body forward, whispering in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck that pretty little cunt of yours, baby. Make you scream my name again.”
You moaned at his words, pushing yourself against him.
He pulled your underwear to the side and ran his cock against your folds then pushed himself in. “Oh fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”
You moaned at the full feeling, forgetting your words.
Bucky started pounding into you, gripping your hips so tightly you were sure there’d be bruises.
“God baby, look at how good you take my cock; like it was fucking made for you.”
You bit your lip and whimpered when he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest.
Thrusting into you, he wrapped his flesh arm around you while his metal hand reached down to your clit, rubbing circles against it, the coolness of his fingers a stark contrast to how hot you were. “C’mon baby girl, come for me, I can feel how close you are.” He pinched your clit and you came hard, his name a prayer on your lips. Riding you through your orgasm, he came a few moments later, coating your walls with his cum.
When you both came down from your highs, he slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper. Chuckling at you, he pulled you into his arms, “Come here, Y/N.”
You let him hold you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as you closed your eyes, resting against him.
“That was,” he cleared his throat, “that was, wow.”
You giggled, “Right? It was certainly… interesting.”
Holding you tightly in his arms, he chuckled, his chest shaking against your back, “Sure, let’s say that.”
You sighed heavily.
“What’s wrong? Regrets?”
You shook your head, “God no. I just remembered I’m out fifty bucks.”
”They couldn’t keep me company as humans, so they kept me company as animals.”
Remus says this devoid of emotion, but he remembers
So, of course, in first year, October, when Remus disappeared for the first full moon, all the Marauders are very, very curious.
Because Remus was a very quiet boy, and no one talks to him really very much. But the moment he disappeared, the three boys are intrigued.
James, really, is very concerned. “But, Sirius, what if he got lost in the castle and is rotting in a cupboard somewhere?” (They know he gets out of bed at night to explore. He really is better at it than them. They were caught twice, and he has never been caught and it really is unfair. “He’s wasting his talents on the library,” Sirius says often.”)
Sirius is very intrigued and plain nosy sometimes. “James, it’s a quest! We have to find him!”
Peter is very excited at the sound of a mystery. “What do you think is going on?” he asks enthusiastically. The enthusiasm is why James and Sirius like this new friend. Although not as clever, his enthusiasm is often effective.
When Remus comes back, they are even more concerned about his sick mother.
But then they realize this a flimsy excuse when Remus’ “sick” mother comes to greet him at the platform, her arms wide open.
They are now very perplexed.
When the new term begins, they become the Four Marauders when Remus comes to the rescue in a story involving a tractor (a muggle convention Peter had snuck into school somehow), Dorothy Townsend’s knickers, a dozen nifflers, chocolate syrup, Slytherins covered in bobtuber pus and a couple of Hufflepuffs hanging from the Quidditch goalposts (”That was not part of the plan, Sirius!”)
There were also Ravenclaws wandering around in talking in Iambic Pentameter, which had also not been the plan.
In fact, nothing had been the plan, and Remus had saved the whole school from turning into a giant Ferris wheel (which had also not been the plan).
“I wonder where we went wrong,” James questions later. “You flicked your wrist too much, this is how it’s done,” Remus shows them. Ever since then he is a Marauder.
Now it is much easier to track his differences, and much harder for Remus to lie. One month, his Aunt dies, then his rabbit dies. He does not explain the bruises and cuts very well. The Marauders try to trust him because friends trust each other.
However, when his Dead Aunt Delia comes to pick him up at the station, they realize something must be done.They research, research and research.
When they come back to term, they are still clueless. Lily finds them huddled together discussing Remus and snorts.“What is it, Evans?” James says rudely.
“How have you till not figured it out?” she laughs at them, but also terrified for Remus because James and Sirius are from the wizarding world and may have its prejudices.
One night in November, Remus is gone again and Sirius can’t sleep. The other Marauders can’t either. They realize because the curtains are open and its full moon and light goes off in Sirius’ head.But he doesn’t tell anyone because what if James and Peter hurt Remus?
He goes to Lily the next day while Remus is in the hospital. She begs him not to tell anyone, and Sirius swear that he won’t because he cares more than she’ll ever know. (Did he even know it then?)
But he remembers the Marauders made a pact to share secrets, not keep them. He realizes James is his best mate, who doesn’t see him as a Black, so why should Remus be a monster?
They confront him after he comes back. He is terrified. But instead of silver darts, they chuck golden-wrapped Honeydukes at him. Instead of the slurs, he hears praise for his strength. Instead of the scent of fear, he smells friendship and warmth.
James and Sirius are determined they can solve any problems.
In January, after an odd incident involving Mrs. Norris drinking Polyjuice potion and running around as Lucius Malfoy starkers paired with one of Hagrid’s giant pumpkins turning into a carriage (one of Remus’ muggle books, honestly muggles were the oddest) they run into an abandoned Transfiguration classroom.
They find books about Animagi, and so the adventure starts.
They do not tell Remus until they are ready.
And when they are, they make the bond to be the strongest friends.
But, as Remus utters this sentence, he realizes that the strongest of bonds can be broken, and Sirius realizes that sometimes and old friend’s enthusiasm might be for the wrong reasons.
And as Remus utters these words, unwavering, not showing any emotion to Harry, surveying the three remaining, broken fragments of a once-legendary group, he remembers.
Because he knows that they don’t know all the jokes, the laughter, the naive hope behind this simple utterance.
Because now they do not have hope, the greatest luxury, anymore.
But he hopes hope lives on in the splitting image of James and the bright green eyes in front of him.
Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?
Warnings: slight language
Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.
You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.
You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.
“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.
PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 4500+ REQUESTED: nooo haha i’ve just been wanting to dabble in writing abt harry!
okayyyy so i’m super nervous abt posting this bc i used to write abt harry a long time ago and now i rly wanna get back into it!!! i rly truly hope u guys like it. if u do, feedback is definitely welcome! it only takes a second and it means a lot to me 💖
Bill had a bad day and you make him feel better by cooking or goofing around or just talking and cuddling
You hummed as you typed into your computer writing fanfic and reading others for inspiration. You weren’t surprised some of them were about your boyfriend Bill Skarsgård. He was really handsome and it was a wonder why out of all the woman he could’ve dated he picked out you.
He was a professional actor with a big family of highly well known and recognized actors. He would be a terrifying clown or a Upir or a spy, but at the end of the day he was the man who you loved to cuddle with on the couch and just overall enjoy each other’s companies. Speaking of the devil, your front door opened and your boyfriend came in looking terrible for once.
His gelled back hair was a bit messy like he kept constantly raking his fingers through it and attempted to fix it but only made things worse. You frowned noticing not only that but his mood was off and even his walk. You knew he must’ve had a rough day when he slumped down next to you on the couch.
That wasn’t your usual Bill. He would usually come home happy and excited to tell you about his day kissing your cheek and already babbling about this certain scene he did.
Only today it was clear he was having a bad day.
You already knew he woke up late and spilled his coffee on the counter just as he was leaving. He had texted you once saying his co-stars were being none-to-friendly either and the director was being hard on all of them. Being the good girlfriend you were you gently stroked his hair fixing a few out of place locks back. Bill sighed and just let you do that to help him relax.
“Tough day?” You asked softly.
“Yeah.” He mumbled.
You frowned and continued to stroke his hair and face softly. He moved to rest his head in your lap and you continued to gently pet him like a cat. You even hummed a song which in your opinion you were terrible at, let alone singing but Bill thought you had the voice of an angel. Eventually he was completely lax looking like he was dozing off.
You chucked and leaned down to kiss his head, “I’m trying to make you feel better not to make you fall asleep silly.”
He smiled and sighed, “Well when I have a beautiful girl doing it I can’t help myself.”
You playfully punched his shoulder making him smile. He lifted up his head and you leaned down knowing he wanted a kiss.
“I’m gonna go get a blanket and make some tea. Sounds good?” You asked.
“I kinda like this angle.” He teased making you roll his eyes.
Despite his words Bill sat up and watched as you went to the closet pulling out your “cuddle blanket”. It was really this gigantic fleece blanket you had found that was light pink with red hearts on it that was just about the size of a king sized duvet.
You threw it at Bill who caught it and watched as you went into the kitchen to make the tea. He loved your tea since it was unexplainably good since you got it from an old family recipe your grandmother had gotten from a friend.
Once that was done you poured them into mugs and went back to find Bill was looking through the comedy movies. You plopped down next to him, being careful not to spill the tea of course, and held a mug out for him.
He graciously accepted it as he continued to scroll through the movies until he found the perfect one. You pulled your legs up to sit Indian style and grabbed the blanket to pull half of it over your lap. You took a sip of yours and smiled at how you had added just the perfect amount of honey.
“You gotta teach me your recipe sometime cause every time I drink your tea it’s amazing.” Bill commented.
“Secret recipe can’t tell ya!” You winked teasingly.
He smiled teasingly pouting but didn’t say much after. You both continued to watch the movie occasionally laughing and at one point you had nearly fallen off of the couch from laughing so hard.
You played several movies until the sun came down and the stars came out. By then you and Bill were watching a romantic comedy. He was leaning against you pressing his head cheek to your head with an arm around your shoulders gently brushing his thumb on your arm. He just loved how soft and smooth and silky your skin was.
Another movie passed and you we laying down on the couch with him resting his head on your chest (cuz apparently men like to think boobs as pillows) well your hand continued to stroke his hair. You eventually got bored of the movie Bill had put on and gently poked him in the side making him instinctively jump.
“What was that for?” He asked.
“Just wanted to see if your still awake.” You lied.
“Yeah I’m awake.” He grumbled before laying back down on your chest.
A minute later you felt a finger poke your side and you playfully glared down at Bill you looked at you like he was innocent and clueless.
“What?” He asked truly sounding innocent from his years of acting.
You gave him another accusing glare before resting your head back down on his chest. Not even a minute later you squirmed when you felt something like wiggling fingers attack your sides.
You narrowed your eyes and glared at him well he continued to play innocent. Curse him and his acting career that allowed him to have such a good poker face.
“I know it’s you!” You glared.
“I don’t know what your talking about.” He replied.
You once again laid your head back down on his chest. A few minutes later you felt two hands this time grab your sides and tickle them making you squirm and squeak and squeal like a retarded worm.
“Bill stop!” You squealed in between laughter.
Curse him for knowing your tickle spots so well.
He eventually did stop and you had laughing hiccups for a few seconds before finally being able to calm down. Bill had a shit eating grinning from ear to ear that grew wider when you pouted cutely even though you were trying to make it look like you were angry.
“So that’s how ya wanna play it huh?” You challenged. (cookie to anyone who gets this reference!!! Hint: Inolves a yellow children’s cartoon character!)
You attacked him this time wiggling and poking make him laugh but not squirm as hard as you did. When he was nearly crying out, “Uncle! Uncle!” You stopped and watched him chuckle for a minute.
After the aftershocks were gone he smiled and kissed you for a few seconds which you gladly accepted of course. He was an amazing kisser and his lips were so soft and kind of just pulled you in like a fish to a shiny lure. No wonder why so many fan girls gay pair him.
When he pulled away he still had a smile on his face as he laid his head back down on his chest listening to you steady and melodic heart beat and feeling his head rise and fall when your lungs expand and deflate. He gently ran his fingers through your hair loving how even on his worst days you always made him smile.
“You know I’m in the mood for tacos.” You said ruining the mood.
Epilogue: Sorry it’s so short but it makes up for it with all the fluffy goodness of cuddling and watching movies and all that teeth rotting goodness. Since you are reading this another hint for the reference is that in the episode they are playing in the snow when ice bergs? Came in. Bonus points if you remember the episodes name! Oh and I’m seeing the IT movie today so no spoilers! Thanx for Reading! =3!
request: Omg requests? Could we have a oneshot about Bucky seeing his girlfriend wearing a Choker for the first time? Like, she has never worn one before, but this one has one of those silver metal rings on it, and Buckys mind goes somewhere very dirty when he sees it? Please?
word count: 3251
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (female recieving), tbh this is just plain filth there’s no other way to put it
You were a thing of dreams, a vision standing there and Bucky couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty. You were the epitome of perfection and as you stood there Bucky leaned back in his chair taking his time to allow his eyes to rake over your body, his eyes stopped at your neck and Bucky let out a harsh breath at the sight.
Your neck was adorned with a choker which hung a silver metal ring, the sight of you wearing such a thing made Bucky want to fuck you whilst you were wearing it and only it. He didn’t know what it was that captivated him so much but it didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was putting that choker to good use.
You looked at him concerned, he hadn’t moved or said anything in minutes and that was unlike Bucky who was practically hyperactive. “Bucky, you good?” You asked and at the sound of your voice his head snapped up, tearing his gaze away from your neck and focusing it on your face.
Bucky was afraid if he looked down, it would become painfully aware to the both of you the effect that your choker had on him. Bucky swallowed thickly trying to distance himself from his thoughts of you writhing under him as his eyes locked on the choker once more. He realised you were waiting for an answer so once again his eyes trailed upwards to your face and he plastered on a smile, “Yeah, I was uh- just thinking.” Bucky replied as you looked at him curiously, you knew there was something going on with the man in front of you.
You shook your head before heading over to your dresser to pull out pyjamas, you were going to put them on when you realised you were still wearing the choker you had put on earlier. Your hands quickly went to your neck clasping the chain hoping you could take it off without any assistance. You were on the cusps of unclasping it when Bucky shot up of the chair in your bedroom. You looked at him an eyebrow arched, “What?” You asked as you looked at your boyfriend confused because ever since you came home from girls night with Wanda he had been acting strangely. It was like the moment he laid eyes on you he went silent, maybe he was upset you couldn’t spend time with him before he left because he was on a mission debriefing.
Bucky gulped and said all too quickly, “Don’t take it off.” At his words confusion over took you, what was he talking about?
“Take what off?” You asked because this was getting annoying.
Bucky took a deep breath trying to stave off the feelings that were evoked by the piece of jewellery on your neck. “The choker, don’t take it off.” Bucky clarified and he did so in a tone of voice you had heard many times when you were lying beneath him bare and under his control.
You also knew the look on his face too well, it was the look that said he wanted to devour you.You realised then what he wanted, why he was so silent and why he refused to let you take the choker off. You pretended as if you didn’t know however and instead asked him a question, “Why not?” You asked as you tilted your head looking at your boyfriend who was standing up his fists clenching trying to control the fire inside of him.
He took one look at you, his eyes focusing solely on your choker and then he stepped forward his hands going straight to your ass and kneading the clothed flesh. “Because babydoll I like it, a lot. I also love the thought of how you’d look wearing it and only it as I fuck you hard like I know you want.” Bucky said and it his words you sucked in a breath because you loved Bucky and all his dirty fantasies and this one sounded delectable.
“You have to do something for me and if you do I’ll keep it on so you can fuck the shit out of me.” You replied with a small smirk as you wove your hands around Bucky’s neck bringing him closer to you before you pressed your lips to his. Bucky kissed back immediately his lips tangling in yours as his hand never once stopped kneading the flesh he hoped to turn red later tonight.
His metal arm found itself astray and inching closer and closer to your clothed bundle of nerves, his thick fingers rubbed along your clit and at the feeling you moaned your lips parting as you did allowing Bucky’s tongue to slither in. You didn’t fight him, you never did - you loved it when he took control. His tongue ravaged your mouth as you hoped he would on another body part.
When he was done, he bit down heavily on your bottom lip causing you let out a whimper your body shaking slightly at the blurred lines of pain and pleasure. He pulled away and looked at you, “What exactly is that you want me to for you, doll?” Bucky asked.
“Besides fucking the life out of me I want you to devour me.” You said as you grabbed ahold of his metal fingers and pinched your clit making you purr like a kitten.
Bucky’s tongue ran deliciously across his lips at sight as well as the sound of your moans.“What do you want?” Bucky asked because he loved to tease, he loved the way you would beg him to fuck you as well as the sound of you moaning and sobbing his name as pleasure overtook you and your senses.
You moved his hand from your clothed clit and brought his fingers up to your mouth bringing one of the heavenly thick fingers to your lips before you ran your tongue over the tip before taking it all into your mouth. Bucky groaned at the sight because you looked enticing as you sucked his fingers like it was his cock.
“My babydoll’s so dirty.” Bucky practically bragged as you gave all of his thick fingers the special treatment, he could picture you on your knees sucking his cock and your being covered in his cum. “Always.” You said with a smirk which made Bucky chuckle darkly.
“Undress babygirl and lay on the bed, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need,” Bucky said and you did as he said. You stripped yourself bare till you were wearing nothing but the choker Bucky was now extremely fond of.
Bucky looked at you sprawled out on the bed, legs opened wide ready and waiting for him in nothing but the choker that made him want to lose all self-control. He found himself reaching for his phone on the bedside and taking multiple photos of you, each time you heard the audible click of the camera you put yourself in another position all of which highlighted the choker on your neck. When Bucky was satisfied that he had taken enough pictures of you and that as always you looked absolutely fucking perfect in each photo, he set his phone down to the side and steadily crawled his way up the bed. He found himself in between your legs like he always did and the sight before him was glorious, he could see your wetness leaking all over the sheets and it was magnificent.
“You’re so fucking perfect baby doll, you know that? You’re so wet, is it all for me?” Bucky asked and you bit your lip nodding as you looked down at him.“Can’t wait to show just how much I fucking love you in that choker,” Bucky said before he leant down and in an instant, his mouth was on your pussy. Your hands flew to his long tresses needing to clutch something as pleasure spiked through you, your moans were no longer soft they were harsh and loud as Bucky ate you out like it was his job.
He wouldn’t let you go, he couldn’t with how hard you were tugging at his hair and how you moaned his name so desperately. Your back arched against the sheets your body quaking as Bucky delved deeper, his tongue ravenous as he sucked and licked at your clit. You had been in this position many times but this was different, there was a raging fire inside of him and you could feel it as his tongue came into contact with your clit and he all but growled into your pussy.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You moaned nearly screamed as he lost all restraint, he delved deeper his tongue licking up all that you had to offer, it was sticky and sweet like honey and Bucky couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted on his tongue.He took you like a drug, he was practically an addict to your sweet alluring taste. Bucky went faster wanting more than nothing to feel your white cum on his tongue, he wanted to lap up your juices and when he was done he wanted to fuck you hard all whilst staring at you in that choker.
Bucky sucked harshly on your bundle of nerves and you felt your hips bucking up into the velvety smooth of his lips that have explored every inch of your body in heat and in passion.
“I can’t take it.” You said through moans as Bucky kept eating you out as vigorously as he could wanting to get you to your orgasm. Bucky smirked into your pussy but said nothing and kept going causing you to let out a string of high pitched screams as you tugged so hard on his hair you were sure you would pull a piece out.
Your legs were shaking by his head and your moans and breaths were ragged as Bucky’s tongue and lips never once left their favourite place, he breathed in your scent loving your smell as his teeth raked over the sensitive flesh of your clit.
You couldn’t last any longer, your impending and inevitable orgasm creeping up on you as you felt Bucky’s teeth on your clit once more. Euphoria hit you hard and fast with no mercy and soon you felt your release, Bucky felt it too and the moment he did his face was directly at the source lapping all that you had up. He couldn’t tear himself away from it even as much as he tried, you tasted even better than drugs and Bucky needed another hit.
He kept going long after your high and didn’t stop till the scruff of his beard with covered in thick droplets of your cum.“I can’t, I need you Bucky. I need your cock.” You whimpered and that the sound of just needy you were Bucky pulled back savouring your sweet taste as he did.
He looked at you to see that like always you were absolutely wrecked. You had never looked so perfect to Bucky in your life, your hair was a mess and your lip was red and raw from how hard you had been biting down on it to stop yourself screaming.
“Shh, Babygirl don’t worry I’m gonna give you what you need.” Bucky cooed as he quickly removed his clothes leaving him naked and you desperately needing the fullness of him inside of you.
Bucky liked to take his time with you but once your eyes landed on his thick cock, a needy moan left your lips and suddenly Bucky was impatient. He quickly aligned himself at your entrance, one hand grabbing the headboard whilst his metal arm came down to your hips keeping them in place as he pushed in. The moment you felt his cock slide through your puckered hole you were a goner, you looked into Bucky’s eyes and you saw a fury and you knew that it wouldn’t be long again till you were coming all over his cock.
Bucky wasted no time in starting to move, he was as quick as ever and didn’t show any mercy whatsoever. You could hear the headboard above you rocking as Bucky thrusted into you so hard you thought the bed might collapse.
“Fuck you’re so tight. I’m gonna fuck you so hard babygirl. You want that?” Bucky asked and you nodded frantically as his hips thrusted into yours and then a string of your moans filled the air.
Bucky couldn’t help himself groaning at your noises as he pushed into you so hard the sound of your skin slapping against each other in the most animalistic of ways rang throughout the room. It was as if every time Bucky fucked you he was like a dog without a leash: wild and free to do whatever he pleased and what he liked to do was make you scream at the top of your lungs.
Your hands found the sheets needing something to hold on to as Bucky drove his cock into your pussy at the speed you had never experienced before. You wondered why and then you realised his eyes were glaring holes into the choker that had started it all.
The headboard hit the wall furiously as Bucky’s eyes never once left your neck finding it as well as the tightness of your pussy the most intoxicating thing ever. He drilled into you so hard you were writhing under him screaming and moaning clutching the sheets so hard you were nearly tearing them. He loved it, every pulsing throbbing moment of it because you were a sight to behold wearing the choker and letting him fuck you into an oblivion.
“Use it.” You managed to breathe out and Bucky looked at you in confusion although never once stopping thrusting into you like a savage.
You looked up at him seeing his confusion and clarified, “Use the choker, use it as you fuck me.” You said and that was all Bucky needed and the next you knew he pulling you up using the metal ring onto his cock, you were now in a straddling position and Bucky brought his hand from the headboard to your hips.
Your hips connected as Bucky used the metal loop to keep pulling you down with force and fury onto his cock, every time he did you screamed so loud he was sure anyone who lived near you would be able to hear and he was glad because he wanted people to know just how good he could fuck you. The hand from your hip came to your hair tugging on it and pulling your lips onto his, your moans and screams were muffled as Bucky’s tongue sought you out exploring every inch and crevice of your mouth.
You let him with pleasure because you couldn’t focus on anything else but the way he kept pulling you down matching his thrusts as a whole new ecstasy took over your senses.
When Bucky pulled back from the kiss, light was shed onto your moans and Bucky found the noise simply melodic. He pulled you closer, feeling the hard tips of your nipples against his chest as he rutted into you. You found yourself biting down onto his shoulder and at your actions deep guttural moans left Bucky’s lips because you were just as nasty and animalistic as he was. You tightened your legs around clamping down on his cock and the feeling was so fucking perfect the deep groan that emitted from Bucky sounded like a scream and the sound made your eyes roll back in pleasure.
You loved hearing him come undone just as much as he loved hearing you.“Fuck, you sound hot.” You breathed out and then a moan tore itself from your throat, euphoria grabbing hold of you once again. Bucky chuckled against you before dropping his head down against your neck his tongue running along the smooth material of your choker.
“So do you.” Bucky replied before he found space on your neck and clamped his teeth down on your flesh wanting to mark you up because the sight of you covered in the purples bruises he gave you made him fuck you harder.
“Gonna keep going till I feel those walls clamp down on me again and I feel you coming all over my cock like the dirty little girl you are.” Bucky promised as he thrusted deeply into you his balls smacking against your skin, the noise was pure filth – it was beautiful to you and Bucky.
“Not gonna be long.” You said because with the way Bucky was fucking you with pure hunger and lust you knew you wouldn’t be able to last any longer. Your words were proven when Bucky moved your legs up his torso allowing him to thrust into you at a new angle and as he did he hit your g-spot on the mark every single time he ploughed into you.
“Oh, I know babydoll.” Bucky said smugly as he fucked you with all the strength and energy he had left because like you, he felt his high beckoning him over. He gave you his all.It was when he hit your g-spot and when his lips dropped to your breasts that you were done, you couldn’t take it, no longer having it in you and soon enough your vision went white as you were lifted off into the euphoria of your high.
Bucky watched you come undone like a hawk, his eyes never once leaving you as he pulled his lips from your nipples and brought them to your shoulder pressing kisses there to calm you as you came down from your high.
He felt his high when these words left your lips, “Fuck Bucky, come inside me, come inside me please.” He loved when you begged and to hear you beg for his come inside of you was too much for the man who was fucking you mercilessly.
He did as you wanted pulling you closer to him by your choker and pressing his lips to yours as he came just as hard and fast as you did.It was perfect and when you had both calmed down Bucky pulled out of you leaving you an even bigger whimpering mess.
He quickly laid down on the bed pulling you on top of him, you steadied your breathing against him as he ran his fingers down your sides.“Tomorrow we’re going shopping and I’m getting you more of those chokers because fuck Y/N you look so hot I could come again just looking at you.” Bucky said when all was calm and quiet.
You laughed against his chest smiling in your post orgasm haze.“Promise?” You asked because another round of this, as well as some new chokers, sounded amazing to you.
Bucky smiled in bliss before replying, “I promise doll. I’m gonna practically drag you out of the shop to here so I can fuck you again.”
when richie blinks awake, the bedroom is all soft and honey-colored. squinting against the light, richie frowns at the empty space beside him. the sheets are still warm from eddie’s body, and now that it’s morning, everything is a lot easier to make out.
there’s the paneled wood walls, a big square window across from the bed— curtains turned blush pink by the sun— and then there’s a few pictures hanging up beside the door leading out into the hall. mostly dumb pictures of their friends, one of him and eddie at prom that richie put up there during the summer after graduating. it’s just a wall of little moments, little snap shots that are all washed out in richie’s memories this early in the morning.
richie sighs, shutting his eyes again.
he has no clue at all what time it is, but it seems way too early and everything seems way too bright, the muffled clinking noise of pots and pans floating up from the kitchen. richie grins a bit at that, his eyes still closed. there’s eddie’s voice and his own laughter, a muffled sound, and richie wonders when eddie became such a big part of his life— not just the planet he orbits around, but the moon he comes home to.
When Lance was a kid his mom would say his skin looked like the wings of a butterfly.
Something that was beautiful in how the colours stood out over the base.
She would tell him that he was her little butterfly painted by the angels.
She would tell him this everyday he came home crying because of the teasing from the other kids and the pitying looks from the adults.
When Lance turned ten he stole his sisters makeup and used it to cover the pale areas that were visible on his face, neck and arms. Just to see what it would be like he went to town and for the first time ever blended in. He felt absence of confidence coming from the makeup. But he didn’t want to upset his mom. However getting makeup off is much harder then putting it on.
That’s why hours later his Mom found Lance in the bathroom desperately scrubbing at his skin as she called him for dinner.
He broke down and began to cry begging her not to angry for trying to cover up.
His mom just smiled and kissed his temple telling him that if he wanted to cover up he could or if he wanted his skin on show that was fine too, that he was perfect ether way.
So Lance started wearing makeup and gained a new kind of confidence that he never had before. He was louder and happier even flirting.
When he went away to the Garrison he took enough makeup with him to last until Christmas telling himself as long as he had makeup then everything would be ok.
But the night they found Shiro, Lance didn’t have his makeup with him.
He went to space without it.
With every day that passed the small container he always carried for touch ups became emptier and emptier. He knew it wouldn’t last forever but tonight of all nights to run out.
Lance stared in the mirror at the pale splattering that stretched over his eyes as he desperately rubbed at his skin praying to be able to cover up.
But it was no good.
He was out of makeup.
He wondered if Allura had any and if she would mind him borrowing some. But if he asked then she would see.
What if she laughed?
What if she told the others and they treated him differently?
He couldn’t take the teasing again he just couldn’t.
He put his hands on the sink trying to will himself to calm down. If he could just get to Allura’s room then he could steal her makeup and look normal.
Wrapping his blanket round his head allowing it to trail along the floor behind him Lance tip toes through the hall way.
At this time in the morning most of the other paladins were usually in the kitchen having breakfast or for Keith getting in some training before grabbing a quick bite to eat. This didn’t do much for Lance’s anxieties through. Just the thought of being outside his room without makeup on caused his chest to tighten with panic.
This was so much worse.
He felt like every cell in his body was on edge, vibrating with fear of being caught.
When he reached Allura’s room he had to wipe the sweat off his hands before getting the door open.
Allura’s room was huge.
Much bigger then all the paladins rooms combined and filled with various alien nick nacks and photos from Altea.
Lance felt bad about being in her room without permission, but he told himself it would be worth it in the end.
However after almost an hour Lance had found nothing.
He felt his chest tighten as the tears began to fall.
What was he going to do?
The team already thought he was nothing but a pretty face, he’ll be even less then nothing if they realise he’s not even that.
As his breaths came less frequently and quicker Lance slowly slipped down to the floor holding his throat with his hands.
He didn’t hear the door slide open.
He didn’t hear the gasp or the sound of footsteps running over to him.
But he did hear his name.
“Lance?” Allura asked panic clear in her voice. She put a steadying hand on his shoulder trying to get him to look up at her. “Lance tell me what is wrong! Are you hurt? What happened?” She asked sounding like a worried mother.
Lance’s only response was a slow shake of the head.
Allura recognising the panic attack hugged him in her strong arms humming a calming tune.
After a while the tears stopped and Lance found himself able to breath normally again. He stayed in Allura’s arms letting her rock him gently back and forth closing his eyes and listening to the calming sound.
“Pretty song” Lance whispered.
“My farther would sing it to me when I was young.” Allura answered a note of pain to her voice. “Ready to tell me what’s wrong?”
Lance shook his head earning him a sigh from the princess.
“Well…is there anything I can do to help?
Lance was quiet for a moment “do you have any makeup I could borrow?” He asked nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.
“Of course. But I do not understand, you often boast about how perfect your skin is.”
A bitter laugh escaped Lance’s throat. “My skins ugly.”
Allura was so surprised by this answer she pulled back just to try and see if the blue paladin was joking. He had to be joking…right?
“Lance why would you think that?” She asked gently.
Lance slowly, very slowly looked up. The blanket falling off his head and showing his face to the older woman.
Allura couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips as she stared at Lance.
His face began to crumble “I knew it! I knew this would happen!” He sobbed curling in on himself.
“No no lance I didn’t mean anything bad!” Allura rambled quickly. “It’s just I did not realise humans also had marks of beauty like Altean’s.”
Lance sniffed looking up at her “marks of beauty?” He asked.
“Yes” she tapped the pink marking on her cheek “on Altea it was a sign of beauty to have markings such as yours on your face. They called them marks of the Drioborn bug… I believe you have something similar on Earth. Butterfly I think they are called.”
Lance smiled for a moment “yeah butterfly is right.”
After his little heart to heart with Allura, Lance though still self conscious didn’t outright hate his skin anymore. He borrowed her makeup as to feel more confident but eventually he opened up to the team allowing himself to love who he is as much as his team does.