where he says hes not good enough

i’m cute but psycho, she says. she smiles at me.

in my backpack are sixteen emergency items for panic attacks, for shutdown mode, for in case i can’t stop urges i can’t control, in case i am in trouble. i have under my bed razors i can’t bring myself to throw out, even though i’ve been recovered for ages. i forget what i said to him after i say it. i don’t mean any of it, but maybe i did. am i steering this ship or am i just a passenger on it.

i put the hot in psychotic, she says. i hear her laughing.

i can’t feel my lips. back when the hallucinations were bad i didn’t tell anyone but him, because i knew what was happening. when i woke up in a hospital i tried to kill the doctor. my therapy group was full of wonderful people. the girl who was schizophrenic had a beautiful singing voice. i can still hear her crying sometimes.

normal people scare me, he says. i know it’s from tv.

we faltered on the edge of bad things. when he tried to burn his house down he didn’t know what he was doing. he’s being charged as an adult, they tell me. when he saw me looking he said it was his responsibility. the girl with split personalities is sweet. her trauma rendered her largely unable to speak. i sit outside with the other three who raid our own bodies and we pluck flowers and play a game: what if i’d been born normal. what if i had been given executive functions. what if i hadn’t been given depression in bucketfuls until it overcame my lungs. my parents don’t know how to look at me anymore and neither do my friends. they all tiptoe around me like i will break at any second.

try yoga. it’s just a phase. we all feel that way. you have so much to be thankful for. someone has it worse. mentally ill people are dangerous. therapists aren’t real doctors and by extension you have no real problems. go for a run. just choose happiness. you’re not really sick. you’re faking it.

i lace my shoes. it’s nice to have laces back. i will try to work out without letting myself get back into my disorder, but we all know how well that will go. i have been working out since i was six years old. yoga is on my schedule but it’s never active enough. there’s a good chance that out of the people in my group, one of them is being taken advantage of. we are so quick to give ourselves out for the safety of others. the boy who, like me, has burn scars on his skin - he tells me his girlfriend likes that he’s sick. it makes him sensitive. the girl who is schizophrenic gets picked up by her father. i know he hits her. she says she kind of deserves it.

sadness makes for good art, she says. i don’t look up.

when they ask me where i’ve been i say i’ve been out of town. i feel fine thanks for asking. i don’t know who i am when nobody’s looking. i don’t know if i’m even real anymore. i don’t know how to get close to people because they’ll end up finding out and hating me for it, or i’ll be a burden, or they won’t know how to handle it. my family never brings up the hospital again. sometimes i think i dreamed it. 

you won’t find love until you love yourself, he warns. it’s been a long day.

i’m so alone.

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After School Special, 4.13

Do you see this right here? Dean making sure Sam has his books and then saying he doesn’t need books, himself, because he won’t be around long enough anyway. That pattern-the one where Dean believes Sam’s life is worth more than his own–that’s being established right here. Dean obviously knows that books are necessary to be successful at school because he makes sure Sam has his. He can see that Sam is successful at school when Sam’s jumping around too, so Dean knows the jumping around thing isn’t what’s going to stop him from doing well. But Dean’s already learned from John that he’s a good soldier and nothing more. He’s already given up any hope for anything different for himself. Following what John’s been telling him his whole life–look out for Sammy. Never: look out for yourself. 

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

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You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!


“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.

*

Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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Voltron Season 3

Okay, so, I can’t be the only one that doesn’t want Keith to lead Voltron in the beginning of season 3–at least, not easily at all. How much effort has been put into Keith and Shiro bonding with their lions aside, it just seems like a really, really bad idea for the team dynamic. 

Which I guess might be the whole point. If Keith does try to lead Voltron, I want it to go really, really badly. I want Red pissed at him and I want Black frustrated with the whole thing. I want them unable to form Voltron. I want Keith saying he’s gonna lead and Lance flipping his shit. But then Keith says “well, Shiro said he wanted me to do it!” And while this kind of shuts everyone up on the subject, tension is high (especially when every time Lance tries to say something, Keith shuts him down). 

I want Keith to be solely focused on rescuing Shiro, to the point where it’s a hinderance. Because, c’mon, ya’ll know he would be. While Keith isn’t selfish in his intentions (as he accused Pidge of being in the beginning of season 1), he can be in his actions. He’s always the first one to go off on his own, act rashly, and end up in battles he shouldn’t be facing alone. 

Keith is a loner and hasn’t yet learned to connect with his teammates enough to be a good leader. The only character he has a semi strong bond with is Shiro. And as he lacks the supportive leadership skills that Shiro has, it stands to reason that he’s not going to be very good at understanding his teammates. While in a battle he may know what needs to be done, he doesn’t know how to deal with people. His social obliviousness has been made clear multiple times. 

That aside, if we’re going to be changing the lions around, who’s taking over the spare lion? Is it Allura? Coran? And which lion is getting the switch? Why isn’t Allura getting the black lion and being the one in charge (this is how it should be, by all rights)? Maybe she will, we don’t know. 

BUT if she doesn’t–if Keith ends up in charge–it shouldn’t stick. There’s no way in hell Lance would rally behind Keith. Not with how poorly Keith will handle the team dynamics. It will fester, as will the fact that Shiro decided to put Keith in charge in his absence instead of someone else. And through Lance it will make Hunk and Pidge uncertain. 

I see them looking for Shiro and getting a distress call, but Keith wanting to ignore it in favor of looking for Shiro. Allura will have issues with this, but so will Hunk. After his reaction to the Balmera, you think he’d be okay with not trying to save enslaved peoples on their way through? Bad feelings begin to fester.  

They’ll find leads on Pidge’s family, but Keith will, again, want to focus solely on Shiro, feeding Pidge some bull about them being able to more efficiently look for her family after they find Shiro (look at how he reacted in season 1–you know that’s what he’d say). Again, bad feelings will fester. 

Until, finally, Lance loses it with Keith “bossing” everyone around, even if that wasn’t Keith’s intention (likely, Keith thinks he’s doing the right thing). They’ll get into a huge fight, Hunk and Pidge both agreeing with Lance’s points about Keith’s behavior. 

Keith will be frustrated. He feels out of place in the black lion and like he’s trying to fill shoes that are far, far too big for him (because they are). But he also feels like the others aren’t seeing the big picture. They have to find Shiro because they can’t save the universe without him. That should be their priority number one, in his mind. So you know what he does? In typical Keith fashion, he decides to deal with the situation on his own. He goes back to Red (if he’d ever left her in the first place) and leaves

He’s gonna find Shiro, even if he has to do it on his own. 

Thus, Team Voltron falls even more to shambles. 

Upon learning that Keith has left, Lance tries to remain bitter, but the guilt gnaws at him. While Lance does have the people skills that Keith lacks and could step up to the plate, his lack of self-esteem (because Lance’s confidence is about as thick as tissue paper) doesn’t allow him to do it. After all, he’s the jokester, the idiot, the one no one takes seriously. And he soon comes to believe that Keith leaving is his fault. 

So you know what he does? He goes after Keith. 

Which leaves Hunk and Pidge as the only lions left at the castle. This allows for two things–it allows Hunk and Pidge to stretch their legs in leadership positions as well as give the two the chance to form relationships with Allura and Coran. After all, Hunk wanted to be the head. Well, here’s his chance whether he wants it or not. Hunk being Hunk, however, wants to keep what little of the team is left together. Pidge was thinking of leaving too, to go look for her family, but Hunk stops her. He promises her they’ll look, explaining that going solo is only going to get them all into deeper trouble. Therefore, it becomes Hunk’s personal mission, and the heavy, heavy weight on his shoulders, to get the team back together. They go off in the direction they think Lance and Keith may have gone, answering any and all distress calls along the way. They get clues as to the locations of their friends, about the Galra, and make friendly with all kinds of peoples, even some that Allura probably doesn’t approve of. 

Because Allura’s arc will be her dealing with her own prejudice as well as the loss of her team and what she views as a failure on her part. However, Hunk is the perfect person to help rebuild her and get her back on the right track. 

Ultimately, it’s Hunk and Pidge, with Allura and Coran, that end up finding and saving Shiro. This is their big victory, so to speak, and goes very, very far in developing Hunk’s character, which is sorely needed. Big Man needs a situation to expand his strengths and become the rock of the team he’s supposed to be. It will, therefore, be Hunk who brings their leader back, as is fitting.  

You know who doesn’t get to save Shiro? Keith. Keith, who in his reckless determination has abandoned his family and realizes his mistake too late. Because, low and behold, he can’t do things on his own. I want Keith to learn some lessons because, frankly, he’s too much of a loose cannon not to. I want his lion stolen and him forced to trust and depend on others to help him from planet to planet hunting for for his lion and Shiro. I want him to learn nothing about where Shiro is and instead get lead upon lead about others in distress. I want him to see those families suffering at the hands of the Galra that he spoke of in season 1 and be unable to do anything. You want to know why? Because if there’s anything Keith has clearly never been, it’s helpless (at least, not since he was a child, which could make the whole thing even more interesting if he’s the way he is so as to avoid the helplessness he was dealt as a child *shrugs*). He needs to learn to depend on others and listen. In the end, he gets his lion back, but he’s faced with a crossroad. Does he follow a vague, undefined rumor he heard about Shiro, or does he follow all the clues he’s been getting about Pidge’s family? 

Keith gets to rescue and bring back Pidge’s father now (not the brother, because that’s too easy, obviously) because that’s what he learns is the right thing to do. Together–because Pidge’s father is a genius–they find the castle of lions and regroup, only to find Shiro already there. 

But Lance is still missing and learning that Lance left to go after him after he foolishly abandoned them eats horribly at Keith, as it very well should (Keith is one of my fav characters, guys, really XD).  

Lance, meanwhile, gets a treatment very opposite to Keith’s. He’s having doubts when it becomes clear he can’t track Keith. He’s reflecting on whether he even deserves to be a paladin and what he manages to bring to the team. he feels worthless and lost, and even his typical front of flirting and over-confidence begins to break down. But I want him to meet someone, someone older, that acts as a mentor to him. Because, frankly, Shiro makes a good mentor to Keith and Pidge, but hardly paid any attention to Lance and Hunk. And while Hunk doesn’t seem like the type to need that kind of support overly much, Lance is. But this person needs to be someone significant–maybe a member of an underground resistance outside the Blade of Marmora, maybe a previous paladin (I like this one a lot), I don’t care. But, one way or another, they–with Lance at the helm–save a fuckload of people and, you know what, because Lance deserves his moment too, they discover/save something/someone(s) huge. Or, better yet, diplomatically negotiate with a civilization that is powerful, but been in hiding as a result of the Galra empire spreading. Maybe they’re special because they know something about the lions. Maybe they built the fucking lions and it’s only through Lance’s growing confidence in his ability to be diplomatic–using the people skills he has but more or less abused in the past–that they convince this society and their awesome army/technology/badass ships/robots to join the Voltron cause. 

Lance’s character, above them all, needs this victory. He needs this proof of his value and as a way to solidify himself as the Blue lion. Lance needs his fucking moment, both for himself and the viewers, who have been as unable as Lance himself to truly see his value.  

When will this moment come? When he and this society (I really like this idea, okay?) hear through some high tech communication stuff that the castle of lions is in danger and that the Galra have brought down their whole fist in an effort to beat them/steal the lions. I imagine this society being either similar to the Alteans or related, so they’ll have the ability to make worm holes. 

Anyway, back on the castle of lions, shit is hitting the fan. They don’t currently have the support of the Blade of Marmora because, well, this isn’t the show finale and we need to leave some “gathering of allies” for later (you know, Avatar style). Which means they’re stuck minus one lion. But damn if they don’t come up with an awesome plan and make some epic dents in the Galra fleet (probably Lotor is around being a creeper too, because I get the feeling he’d probably have been around the whole time. Probably harassing team Hunk and being a passive-aggressive little bitch). Still, despite said awesome plan, they’re screwed. 

Until, boom, Lance shows up with the fleet of whatever it was he made an alliance with and the advantage is gained. The Galra are sent scattering (for once), Voltron is formed, and, uh, maybe Voltron fights Lotor, because this gives Lotor an excuse to see Voltron’s true power (and realize what his ridiculous father was always going on about). Upon being royally assaulted by Voltron, Lotor runs away. Which basically means he can’t go back to the Galra and, thus, we get a spoiled-brat prince with allegiance to no one continuing to cause problems in the next season (hint, hint, he’d eventually become good).    

Probably end the season with the team kind of getting a sort of victory (the Galra run away, so it’s not like they won the war or anything). There’s a bit at the end–maybe a cheesy reunion that doesn’t hold a lot of weight, because, boom, you have to wait till next season. Where we’ll get heavy on the Pidge and heavy on the Shiro again (since he’d been basically gone this whole season) and heavy on the Lance and Keith learning to be friends instead of rivals. 

THAT’S WHAT I WANT, OKAY?! 

Read my headcanons for season 4 here!

Maybe I’ll just end up writing this as a fic myself >.<

Originally posted by vyctornikiforov

2tired2care  asked:

Pst hi I LOVE YOUR FICS you have no idea how much they give me life <3 <3 I came across this really cute (and frankly heartbreaking) AU: "[burgler gently wakes me] you live like this?" (stolen from a post I saw on fb) and I kinda just need Stiles to do everything he can to make Derek's life better? THANK YOU SO MUCH :D

It IS frankly heartbreaking… which means I’m totally into it.

(now also on AO3!)

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Derek definitely went to sleep alone. He always does, these days. It doesn’t explain why he drifts awake in the middle of the night to the feeling of someone lightly poking his shoulder.

It’s probably not a good sign that when he opens his eyes and sees a gangly teenage boy in a red hoodie and grubby-looking black fingerless gloves standing over him, he doesn’t startle. His claws don’t come out; his eyes don’t flash. He just feels… resigned.

“You live like this?” the guy says, soft. Almost pitying. “I mean. You actually live here?”

That seems too obvious, not to mention too insulting, to merit a response. “What are you doing here?” Derek asks instead. His voice comes out low and rough. This is the first time in days he’s had any reason to say anything. “This is private property.”

The guy shifts on his feet and sticks his hands under his armpits uncomfortably. “Okay, straight to the awkward questions. I like that.”

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punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?

Pandora is made from earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave and bestows cleverness upon her.

She stands in front of Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin, moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and she doesn’t understand.

She tilts her head to the side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.

He did not ask to be born any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –

So he gifts her with deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am not what you were supposed to make.”

“Gods have short memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”

He has turned her from something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I? Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”

“No,” Hermes says, “but now you might be able to survive it.”

“Will I want to?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.

~

She hides from everyone, lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first woman, but that’s not true, she can see.

There are women. They smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.

She is not human, not in the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the baker’s trash.

“When they said they sent my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I had not expected a begger.”

She whirls around, hard bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to fight him to get away.

She’s not afraid of him. Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.

“I am Prometheus,” says the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”

“You are meant to be in the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to begin with, him and his thievery.

He shrugs and walks closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his place beneath the earth.”

She pauses, considers. “You stole fire for Hades?”

“No,” he corrects, “I stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was willing to forget the terms of my punishment.”

“What do you want?” she asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”

He stops, too close to her, “The question is why are you here?”

She steps into his space now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you, fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”

“What a punishment you are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long enough to kiss him.

~

Hermes watches her, watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.

He would go to his mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.

“Grandfather,” Hermes greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”

“How am I always, boy?” Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the earth. “Tired.”

Hermes lips quirk up the corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I need some advice, Grandfather.”

Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

So Hermes tells him everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.

Atlas nods, slow, and says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar, within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”

“What are they planning to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash upon the unsuspecting earth?

His grandfather smirks, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”

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Happy holiday season! May your days be smutty and bright!



“What did I tell you.”



“Shut up.”

Remus toed his shoes off, “No, what did I tell you?”

Sirius closed his eyes, the rain sounding more like hail on the windows, the cars with not-crappy tires whizzing past them from their place on the shoulder of the road, “Shut. Up.”

Remus put his feet up on the dashboard and popped a potato chip into his mouth, shrugging, “I said it was gonna rain, that’s all. I said it was going to rain, and what did you say again?”

Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose.

Remus cocked his head to the side, “What was that?”

“I said it wasn’t going to rain, okay? Shut up.”

Remus put his hands up, smirking, “Alright, alright.”

They listened to a clap of thunder roll across the sky.

“You know, any old person would be saying ‘I told you so’ right now.”

Sirius looked at Remus with a sarcastic smile, “Well, aren’t you valiant then.”

Remus grinned back, “A bit, yes.”

Sirius groaned, slumping in his seat until his knees were crunched up against the steering wheel, “We’re going to be here for hours. Fuck.”

“We have potato chips.”

Sirius rested his cheek against his knees, his voice coming out slightly muffled, “You’re eating all the potato chips.”

Remus rolled his eyes but smiled, crinkling the bag closed and throwing it at his feet, “Oh, come here.”

Sirius pressed his face fully into his knees, “No.”

Remus laughed, reaching cross the center console to try and tug Sirius towards him, “Come here.

Sirius groaned.

“Why?” Remus laughed.

Sirius took his face out from the fabric of his sweatpants just long enough to glower at Remus, “Because you’re just too valiant.”

“Jesus Christ Pads, come here.”

Sirius allowed himself to be pulled, rather uncomfortably, into Remus’ lap, glowering the entire time.

His stare only melted a little at the feeling of Remus’ warm fingers running under his layers of jacket, sweatshirt, and t-shirt, fingers sliding over his rib cage. Remus dug his fingers in slightly, pulling Sirius closer, “I know a way to pass the time.”

Sirius tried his best to keep his front up, “Do you?”

Remus leaned forward, taking Sirius’ bottom lip gently between his teeth. He grinned, “Uhuh…” Sirius’ breathing hitched as Remus’ teeth dug into his skin a little harder for a moment, before he released it, “You might want to loose the glower though… I think you might like it.”

Sirius gaze melted at the mischievous smile on Remus’ face, “Well, what did you have in mind?”

Remus grinned, and Sirius let out a yelp as they were jolted backwards. Remus had flattened the seat out.

“God-“ Sirius laughed, hands falling on either side of Remus’ head, supporting himself, “Little warning next timph-“

Remus’ kiss was hot and hard, lips working slowly over Sirius’ as his palms slid, warm and dry on his skin, and for a moment everything but the constant patter of rain on the windows was whited out. Sirius let himself fall into it, back arching against his hands and chests pressing together. Remus spread his legs suddenly, knocking Sirius’ knees out from under him so that they fell together.

“Jesus..” Sirius panted, eyes slipping closed as Remus’ mouth dragged from his pulse point, the place they had slipped to when Sirius had fallen, along his jawline. It left a cool trail when warm lips were replaced with chilly air. Remus laughed breathlessly, hand moving between them, fingers hooking over the elastic waist of Sirius’ sweatpants for a moment before slipping his hand inside.

Sirius opened his eyes. His chest tingled with each rapid beat of his heart, all sparked by RemusRemusRemus; the look on his face as he watched each of Sirius’ reactions to the movements of his hands, his touch.

Sirius sucked in a sharp breath, letting a small sound escape, and tucked his face into Remus’ neck at a particularly perfectly aimed stroke of Remus’ thumb, “Re..”

“Hm?”

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but just ended up sucking gently on Remus’ pulse point instead. He pressed his hand to Remus’ lower stomach in place of words, just above the button of his jeans. His fingers felt too clumsy to ever get it undone— definitely not with Remus’ hand in his pants and breath on his neck— and he ended up just letting out a frustrated noise.

Remus laughed softly, “Having trouble?”

Sirius just shot him a look and roughly pushed up his thick, gray sweatshirt, still rain-speckled from their earlier run to the car. Remus’ white t-shirt came with it, and he threw the two clothing items into the drivers seat. His hands moved back to Remus’ pants but Remus captured both of Sirius’ palms in one of his.

He smirked, “First you.”

Sirius opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short with a gasp as Remus sat up suddenly, pushing Sirius’ jumper up, mouth instantly latching onto his chest. Sirius let his head loll back, his eyes slip shut, as Remus wound his arms around Sirius’ newly bared waist tightly. His lips were soft and slow against the dip in the middle space where Sirius’ ribcage met. Sirius allowed himself to revel in the touch for a moment before he started fidgeting, squirming to get out of the the sweatshirt that suddenly felt all too warm.

They laughed stupidly when Sirius got stuck for a moment, and Remus instantly tilted his chin up to capture Sirius’ lips, only they were almost smiling too much.

“Here,” Remus mumbled against his mouth. He held Sirius tightly with one arm, the other reaching forward to fiddle with the heat, “you warm enough?”

Sirius nodded, nose bumping Remus’, and guided his hand back around him, fingers tilting his chin back towards him.

“‘m warm.” He mumbled quietly, before kissing Remus like Remus had kissed him: hotly and fierce.

Remus’ response was almost instant, his body reacting like electricity to Sirius’. His hands were instantly in his hair, and then on his chest, then tugging at his pants. Sirius’ fingers finally accomplished undoing Remus’ jeans. They broke the kiss for only a moment, Sirius pushing Remus roughly backwards onto the flattened seat, Remus arching his hips off the seat so Sirius could slide the denim from his legs. Remus had an easier time removing the cotton sweatpants, groping Sirius’ bare arse while he was at it.

Sirius muffled a laugh against Remus’ neck and fell against his chest again, mouths colliding messily. He gasped as their bare skin touched, heat against heat, hips knocking together.

“Fuck-”

Sirius shuttered when Remus’ breath hit his neck as he muttered the curse. Remus’ hands dug into Sirius’ arse, pulling their bodies tighter together. Sirius spread his legs a little, knees against Remus’ hips, feet pressing against the center console and passenger door for leverage.

The moment he started rocking, the moment he saw Remus’ face, he thought he was a goner. The slide of their cocks was slightly awkward, bumping a little, but heaven. Sirius reached up to grab the shoulder of the passenger seat, needing something to hold onto, as he watched Remus’ eyes slip closed and draw his lip between his teeth.

“Jesus Pads…” The nickname sent sparks up Sirius’ spine. Remus’ hands tight on his hips sent jolts of static electricity through him. His hips jolted more sporadically now, slightly more desperate for the building friction. He mere image, the weight of their bodies moving together, was almost too much.

Sirius gripped the seat tighter when he felt Remus’ nails dig into the fragile skin of his hips. He let a small sound escape as Remus too started moving his hips, bucking up as Sirius pushed down, and nearly increasing the friction tenfold. Remus let out a soft noise at the same time he did at this revelation and was suddenly pushing himself onto his elbows, then all the way so their chests were pressed together, cocks held tight between them. Sirius let his head drop onto Remus’ shoulder, cheek to skin, breath fanning across Remus’ neck as he continued to hump his hips forward in time with their panting breaths. He felt Remus press kisses to his neck, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach without putting a single inch of distance between them.

“So fucking good, Pads…” He was breathless, arms tight around Sirius, “So good, c’mon, keep going… please..” He added the please like an after thought, like he didn’t know he was saying it out loud.

Remus’ pleas made Sirius’ breath catch in his throat, the soft murmurs of please and his name in his ear spurring him on to the point where his nails dug into Remus’ back and the tension was almost too much and not enough at the same time. He huffed into Remus’ neck and moved to pull back— only Remus got the message too quickly. Remus’ hand was between them in an instant, wrapping around both of them together and moving a little desperately.

“Re-“ Sirius’ hands went to his hair, threading his fingers through the tousled strands. He couldn’t seem to still his hips against Remus’ skin, “Remus, fuck- yes- God, yes-“

And Remus let out a choked moan and Sirius was finished, gone. He felt Remus’ forehead fall into his shoulder so that their bodies were almost completely intertwined, white heat painting their chests between them. He gasped for air and was only further surrounded by Remus, warm and musky and homehomehome.

Sirius’ breathing was shuddery as it slowed, his lungs and heart trying to match each other’s pace. He could feel Remus’ heart doing the exact same thing, fighting to matching his breaths. Sirius let all of his muscles relax into Remus’ chest, and Remus took the hint, laying them back down against the seat. Sirius let his eyes slip closed, re-opening one briefly when he felt Remus shift slightly, but it was only so he could pull both their sweatshirts of them as a sort of makeshift blanket.

“Good?” He asked quietly as he tried to cover Sirius’ quickly cooling body as best he could.

Sirius hummed contently, tracing his finger tips along Remus’ collar bone. Remus let his head rest back, pushing his fingers under the sweatshirts to rest on the warm skin of Sirius’ back.

“Pretty good idea I had then?”

Sirius hummed again.

“I mean, I know I said I wouldn’t say this but-”

Sirius didn’t open his eyes, “Don’t.”

“I told you-“

“You’re ruining a perfectly good moment.”

Remus pulled Sirius closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “This is still a perfectly good moment…”

Sirius didn’t have the energy to fight back and sunk back into to Remus’ chest with nothing but a light hit to his arm.

“…I just had to get it off my chest.”

Remus.”

anonymous asked:

Can you write about lance (from voltron) getting angry? like snaping, because I feel like we haven't seen lance truly angry yet, all the times we have seen him mad, but it seemed more agitated to me, and so I would love it if you wrote about lance snapping, just him being so sick of everything and someone makes a bad comment at the wrong time and he just snaps and he is terrifying, please? (p.s can it be super angst?)

Sorry if this is quite what you wanted, but here you go anon!

I image Lance as someone who would let himself get beat up but would kick someone’s ass if they dared to touch his friend, as well as being quietly intimidating since he often is loud and the contrast shows how serious he’s being.

Warning for some light swearing!

Lance made his way towards the kitchen, he was up a bit earlier than usual, though not overly so. He had gotten enough scoldings from Allura to know he needed to get his shit together. He often feels like he’s holding back the team and he is willing to make double the effort to become useful.

As he approached the entrance to the kitchen, he heard the muffled sounds of his teammates talking. Hoping Hunk was working his magic and preparing something other than the bland food goo, he sped up a tad. His fantasies of Hunk’s cooking ended abruptly when he got close enough to clearly make out what one of the voices was saying

“-know he’s trying, but he has to step it up! He’s lagging behind all of us.” He heard Shiro say

Lance stopped in his tracks. Shiro, Lance’s hero, just openly spoke about some of Lance’s biggest insecurities.

He spun around to go back to his room, however, dozens of cheesy soap operas and cliché scenes of drama being started from someone misinterpreting, mishearing, or misunderstanding made him stay.

He pressed his back against the wall, and he slid down it until he was sitting. He was a couple feet away from the doorway so while he could make out what his team was saying, he still had time to react and get up if he heard footsteps.

“I say we make him train more,” was Keith’s less than helpful input in lance’s opinion. He has trained a lot on his own, but he just wasn’t improving fast enough.

“Guys, Lance tries really hard, lay off a little,” Lance appreciated Hunk’s support and confidence in him, though it didn’t make Shiro and Keith’s comments sting any less

“Hunk, we know you’re the closest to Lance, but doesn’t that make your opinion a little more biased?”

“Lance isn’t at the same level as us, and he needs to get there.”

Hunk desperately tried to defend him but Lance knew it was a lost cause at this point, the more he listened to, the more he got frustrated. He contemplated getting up and leaving to calm himself down in his room now that he knew this wasn’t a misinterpretation; he was the subject of the conversation, more specifically, his inadequacy.

“Shouldn’t you get back to cooking or something? Shiro and I were discussing this and you kind of butted in,” Lance snapped to attention at that comment, did Keith seriously just say that?

Before Lance even processed what he was doing, he stormed into the kitchen, walked up into Keith’s startled face, his own looking furious, “What the hell did you just say?” his tone was even in a terrifying way

Keith seemed to understand it was a rhetorical question, Shiro seemed unnerved by Lance’s uncharacteristically serious tone.

“Lance, it was nothing-”

“That’s bull, Hunk, and you know it. That was entirely uncalled for.” Lance turned back towards the other two presences in the room, “Listen and listen well. If you even breathe another word that belittles, demeans, puts down, or even suggests Hunk did anything wrong when he hasn’t done a damn thing, then you’d better hope and pray I am as far behind in training as you suggest I am.” His tone was chilling, his eyes locked onto Keith’s, his icy glare effectively putting out the fire in Keith’s.

Keith soon snapped out of it and seemed to contemplate something before speaking, “So are you saying that if we insult Hunk you’ll be more motivated to train harder?” that was the wrong thing to say.

The ice in Lance’s gaze melted, being replaced with a fire that could burn anyone it was directed at, “If you dare to suggest what I think you are, my position on the team will not be your main concern.” his voice had started low, rising with every word, “Are we clear?” his words were short and tight, intimidating everyone in the room.

Nods from both Shiro and Keith were enough for Lance, he wasn’t going to let it go right away but he knew they understood.

“Alright, good,” Lance questioned if he should address what had spurred Hunk being dismissed and decided he would if only a little.

Lance locked eyes with Keith “What you say cuts deep,” he glanced at Shiro “Both of you. I looked up to you both, but I can take it. I know my faults, I know where I need improvement, and Hunk’s right, I do try…”

Lance’s voice had gotten soft as it trailed off, his eye’s having found themselves trained on the floor directly in front of his feet, he could feel the pitying gaze of the other three “All you are doing is vocalizing thoughts I’ve had a thousand times over,” Lance shook himself out of it and looked up again, Shiro and Keith stood in front of him ”but what I can’t take is you putting down my best friend when he has done nothing wrong.”

Lance had just about burned out, getting angry was exhausting. He was done with being frustrated for today, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, initially heading back to his room before opting to go to the only place he knew he couldn’t be disturbed. Blue.

“it’s okay to cry...”

ayyy so i finished that angsty reddie fic i was talking about~ please be gentle as it is the first time i’ve written fic in quite a while. it’s also not very long, so i do apologize. i got the prompt from here.

rating: t (for language)
pairing: reddie (richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak) 

  “You there, Rich?”

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Hear Your Heart (M)

Genre: fluff, smut, hybrid!au

Word Count: 11k 

Summary:  You really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put up in front of others.

Yoongi really hadn’t meant to be in this part of town.

He wasn’t familiar with it in the slightest, and he hadn’t heard too good of things about it either. He planned on just quickly making his way through, exhaustion already running through his body from work. His nervousness began to pick up as he passed a few alleyways, the darkness of the night preventing his eyes from seeing anything farther than a few feet in front of him.

He suddenly jumped in alarm at a sudden yelp, the sound echoing from the alley he had just walked by. Yoongi quickly had an inner battle with himself, trying to decide if he should turn around and look, or continue on his way to the safety of his apartment. His thoughts were interrupted and made up in a matter of seconds as he heard another loud cry, the voice sounding feminine and pained. He quickly turned around, making his way down the dark alley that seemed to continue on forever.

What he was met with shocked him slightly, the sight of four dog hybrids growling over a small girl shrieking in fear. Her clothes were worn out and faded, torn in obvious places from being worn for so long. She had bruises littering her visible skin, a few fresh-looking claw marks scattered on her arms and from a hole on her shirt that showed a brief patch of skin on her stomach. She looked terrified- shaking slightly as the four males seem to circle her.

Yoongi has a quick rush of sickness enter his bloodstream, and he instantly rethinks his choice of even deciding to come down here. The hybrids were obvious much taller than him, Yoongi being smaller in frame as it was, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight them off if they decided to advance on him next. He agrees with himself that this was in fact not a good idea, and just as he turns to leave, he feels five pairs of eyes on him and he’s frozen in place really- scared to make any sudden movement. He runs his options through his mind once again, knowing it was too late to slip out of eyesight now. His eyes fall on the girl, their eyes meeting for a brief moment, eyes pleading for help, and that’s all it really takes for him to know he just had to help her.

Yoongi swallows thickly, palms beginning to sweat slightly.

“You four must really be idiots.” His voice sounds a lot surer than he’s feeling right now, and he’s thankful that it comes off that way.

He watches carefully at the shocked expressions on the fours faces, either from his tone or from being caught, he’s not entirely sure. He knew he had to scare them off somehow, but he wasn’t really good at making threats to guys who looked like they could easily put him back in his place if they really wanted to. They don’t say a word, in fact they begin to look slightly unsure of themselves now, and Yoongi knew this was his moment he had to do something.

“Do you really think it’s smart to do something like this in public where anyone could see? Now be good puppies and scat, before I call the cops and we have bigger problems.” He made sure he sounded disgusted, not letting a single hint of how nervous he actually was show in his voice. He was hoping he could just get them doubtful enough so they would leave, and really he needed it to work because if they decided to think he was just all talk- well he would end up just like the poor girl in front of him.

Luckily, the odds seemed to be in his favor and he had to thank any good deeds he had done in the past few days that surely had helped his luck in this situation, because the four dog hybrids looked as if they were nervous now, obviously not expecting to get caught. They quickly brush past Yoongi leaving him alone with the girl and he finds himself letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, surprised at how smooth and easy that had actually gone. Yoongi glances down at the girl in front of him, crouched on the ground with her soft-looking ears rested in a frightened manner atop of her head with a long dark colored tail that wrapped around her middle to match. He could see how skinny she was, probably from the struggle of trying to find food, and as he took in the fragile figure of this girl, he knew he couldn’t just leave her here.

Yoongi really wasn’t good at these things- comforting others really wasn’t one of his better qualities. He didn’t want to frighten her even more, so he knew he had to be as cautious as possible.

“Hey- it’s alright now.” He says in a rough voice, clearing his throat and trying his hardest not to sound as awkward as he felt. He takes a small step towards the girl, heart dropping slightly as she flinches.

“I promise I won’t hurt you.” He crouches down to match her level, keeping a healthy distance between the two that way he didn’t scare her. He takes this moment to take in her face, dirt smeared on various parts of her cheeks and forehead. He watches her ears perk up and twitch in alert at his sudden movement, eyes peeking over his body to confirm he wasn’t making any threatening moves towards her. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she was actually beautiful, and he had never seen a hybrid so breathtaking in his life. He didn’t know much about hybrids in general really- but he was sure there wasn’t a more attractive creature in the world. He made up his mind rather quickly, he always did really, and decided he wasn’t- couldn’t honestly- let this cat hybrid go.


You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. You hadn’t meant to end up on the wrong side of town- on their territory to be more exact- looking for food, but you were just so hungry. You had hardly eaten a thing the whole week, and it was really beginning to take a toll on your body. You had expected slightly what was to come to you as soon as the first kick and scratch had landed on your body from the dog hybrids, angry barks and growls leaving their mouths as they spit out how pathetic and stupid it was for you, a cat hybrid, to think you could deceive them into stealing any of their food. Of course that hadn’t been the case at all, but you had been too frightened to even try to open your mouth, knowing it would do little to no good. What you hadn’t expected was a human to actually come to your rescue. In fact, it was the last thing that would have ever crossed your mind.

Somehow he had gotten them to leave, and somehow he had gotten you to stand on your shaky legs and began to lead you back onto the dark streets of the city. Silence followed the two of you, and you were thankful for it. You were sore and in pain from the blows and scratches the four males had inflicted on you, hunger pains hitting you with every step you took. Somehow you had ended up through the front door of this guy’s apartment, and you honestly hardly remember the walk here and you weren’t really sure if that was a good thing or not. You could hardly make eye contact with the stranger, your shyness overtaking you and causing you to stare at your bare feet that stood on cool hardwood floor. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he takes his shoes off, his attention suddenly falling back onto you as he sets them in a neat line with a few other pairs near the door. Your eyes snap back to the floor, a light sheen of crimson painting across your cheeks from his intense eyes.

“Min Yoongi.” He offers an awkward hand to you, and you stare at it blankly.


You had found out later that humans offered each other their hands and actually shook them, as a greeting. It was quite odd if you said so yourself, and you didn’t really get the point of it. Yoongi had taken care of you that night, he had bathed you since you had never seen a bathtub before, and frankly you didn’t understand half of the contraptions that were laid on the edge of the tub. He had even given you a new pair of clothes to wear, a comfy pair of sweat pants and a large white t-shirt that was a bit too long for your frame. You were comfortable though, and they were certainly a lot comfier than the raggedy, mud caked, faded old clothes you had been wearing for who knows how long. He even cut a hole in the back of the sweat pants for your tail, the fabric comfy against the soft fur. They even smelled like him, a masculine sweet sent that was very pleasant to your nose. You had never smelled something so comforting before, and at times you found yourself inhaling the scent stained on the clothing.

When a week hit of you staying with Yoongi after he had taken you in, you still didn’t fully know what his intentions were. You had never had an owner before, you weren’t really sure how it worked, or how humans worked in general. Did Yoongi want to be your owner and to take care of you? Or did he just simply feel sorry for you, and wanted to make sure you were alright before sending you back onto the streets? Honestly, the thought scared you, thinking Yoongi would throw you out to fend for yourself like before.

You had tried really hard to not get too comfortable just yet, to be sure to set the record straight with Yoongi and see what exactly was going to happen between the two of you. Your shyness always prevented the words from falling from your mouth, and silence seems to be the best conversation between you two. You two of coursed talked, small talk though, and it was always with him starting the conversation. He let you sleep in his bed, which was odd to you since you had never slept in a bed before, and didn’t know how to sleep in a bed. The first night, Yoongi had come in the following morning to get a change of clothes and snickered loudly at your sleeping form curled into a ball at the foot of the bed. He had later told you that you were apparently supposed to sleep under the covers, with your head on the pillow. You really had a hard time understanding how that was even comfortable, you really didn’t get humans at all. You didn’t like sleeping alone in the large room with the odd bed, not that you would tell Yoongi that. This ended up causing you to stray into the living room where Yoongi slept on the L shaped couch, curling into a comfortable ball at the edge of his feet. He had woken up and kicked you in the head on accident the first time, telling you that you should sleep in his bed where it was “more comfortable”, but you never listened and he seemed to be getting used to it.

That brought you to where you are now, already beginning to feel slightly comfortable and at ease in the large apartment and with the man that owned it. You were still slightly shy around him at times, but you seemed to be coming around a bit more, and Yoongi too seemed to be becoming little by little more talkative with you. Even if it had only been two weeks (two weeks and two days to be exact) since you had started to stay here with him, you were beginning to really settle in and feel more comfortable around the man. You had gotten used to his routine, (which took a little to get used to since you didn’t really like to be left alone for such a long period of time) leaving early in the morning and coming how early afternoon. He still continued to take care of you of course, and little by little you both started to understand one another more.

Today, you decided to try and do something nice for Yoongi before he came home from work, to show him thanks for taking care of you. You thought about a few things, deciding they were no good for a human, and tried to think of all the things Yoongi had taught you. He always cooked for you when he came home, no matter how tired he looked, so you decided with a proud nod to do just that for him. You had absolutely no idea what to cook though (or how to for that matter), you checked off using the stove and oven, because well you had absolutely no idea how to use it. There were too many buttons and dials, you were sure you’d break it and make Yoongi angry- which was the last thing you were trying to accomplish.

You had watched Yoongi cook dozens of times, and you knew when he made you sweets he always used the jar of white powder on the corner of the counter top first. Taking the lid off the jar, you fisted a large amount of the powder onto the counter top, a thick white dust coating the air from the impact. You looked in awe at the soft powder now coating your hand and the counter, unsure of what step came after. You scratched your cheek with your fingertips confusingly, ears twitching in thought as you decide to take both of your hands and retrieve two more fist full of the powder. You giggled to yourself as a thin cloud formed around you once again, causing you the cough just slightly. Going to drop what was in your hands onto the counter top, you miss terribly causing most of the substance to land on the floor and thin black t-shirt of Yoongi’s that you wore. Your tail moves anxiously behind you, worrying how the hell you were going to get this off of his shirt and floor before he came home. You worried that he would be mad, and you had never seen him mad before. You quickly strip yourself of the shirt and boxers you wore of Yoongi’s, noticing you somehow managed to dirty those as well. You stood completely bare in the kitchen, forgotten articles laid on the floor at your feet with powder covering both of your hands.

You had just tried to do something nice, God you hadn’t expected to make such a mess so quickly. You were in the middle of an inner dilemma with yourself when your ears perked up to the sound of the lock to the front door unlocking and the large door swinging open. You stood frozen in place as Yoongi stepped inside, not having noticed you yet as he takes his shoes off and hangs his olive colored jacket up. His eyes finally meet yours, widening as he takes in your naked form standing frozen in the kitchen. Tail and ears standing to attention, your eyes watched his in horror as he turned his back to you, ears turning a bright crimson red.

“I- where are your c-clothes?” His usual cool voice stuttered, body tensing as you took his odd tone as being angry with you.

“I-I’m sorry! I w-was trying to do something nice for you, to cook for you, and I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d make such a mess and I got powder all over your shirt and I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to-“ Your mouth moves on its own, fear settling in as you try to explain yourself, explain the mess you had made. You were sure you ruined his shirt, ruined his kitchen somehow, and he was so angry he couldn’t look at you. Was he going to yell at you? You really didn’t think you could stand to have him raise his voice at you-

“(Y/N) it’s okay- just- remember what I said about wearing clothes?” Yoongi cuts you off, turning to face you with a hand over his eyes. You tilt your head in thought at his calm voice, trying to recall what he was talking about.

You did remember, in fact it was a human norm that Yoongi often reminded you of; to always wear clothes. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked, in fact this was one of many. You didn’t really understand what the big deal was, as a hybrid it’s when you felt the most like a hybrid. It was natural to your kind; it was something normal to you. But Yoongi- Yoongi reminded you constantly, every time he had seen you bare to be exact, that humans always wore clothes around others (with some exceptions, but he didn’t really get into those), and it was just something you should always do. You didn’t really understand why it was such a big deal, why it made Yoongi so flustered and embarrassed, but you had just added that to the list that you didn’t understand about humans.

“Right.” You mumble finally, watching Yoongi peek at you through his fingertips. You weren’t really sure what to do now, an awkward silence fell over the two of you, and you continued to stand there, searching for the right words.

“So you’re not m-mad at me?” Your worry had suddenly set back in, glancing at the mess surrounding you.

Yoongi, who still had a hand slung over his eyes, once again peeked through an opening in his fingers at you. He sighed heavily, hand removing from his eyes to reveal a dark tint to his cheeks as he made sure to only look at your face. He suddenly smiled slightly, one of very few smiles you had ever seen from him.

“No, I’m not mad. The flour will wash off of the clothes, don’t worry.” You let out a loud sigh of relief, feeling a slight weight lift from your shoulders. He makes his way over to you hesitantly, retrieving the fallen shirt and boxers at your feet. He sets it on the island behind you, glancing back at your face and grinning widely.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Yoongi said in his usual deep and collected voice, the blush that lined his cheeks finally beginning to fade slightly. He took your wrist gently, leading you over to the sink and turning the water to warm.

Every time Yoongi touched you, even as gentle as he was, it sent an odd feeling through your body and you weren’t sure what it was. You weren’t too familiar with your feelings in general, but you figured it was some sign of deep affection and dependence you were growing for him, a high liking that made you nervous. Even this close to Yoongi, his smooth hands cleaning the flour off of your hands, you thought he was so incredibly handsome. You had thought that, the first day he had saved you from those dog hybrids, and you continued to grow more and more surprised how handsome he was without even trying. You made up your mind that you felt deep attraction toward the man, and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.

Yoongi had successfully cleaned the flour from your hands and hair, chuckling softly as you giggle with him. He turns to look at your face once again, your tail flicking anxiously behind you as you notice how close the two of you were. The smiles fall from both of your faces, a light blush falling onto your cheeks shyly. He watches you carefully, either of you moving.

“You have flour on your cheek.” He mumbles, thumb coming up to swipe at the corner of your mouth. You say nothing, sure your tail was wagging like a piece of paper in the wind, but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed. Yoongi’s cool breath was hitting your face, and the strong sweet masculine scent of him was entering you nose. You felt light headed, this foreign feeling alarming you just as much as the look he was giving you. You were trying not to freak out honestly, the two of you so close if you just leaned forward a bit- your noses would touch.

“Uhm. I’ll get you new clothes.” He clears his throat after a long moment, his body language turning awkward as he breaks the thick silence. Yoongi hesitantly moves around you, almost as if he hadn’t really wanted to, and disappears down the hallways that led to his room.

You could still feel your cheeks burning as you began to feel shy once again, small even, and you couldn’t help to wonder;

What were you to Yoongi?


It had been about a month now, since you had started staying with Yoongi. The two of you had grown close, very close, over the short period of time, and it was as if you’d known each other forever. You had stopped asking yourself what you were to Yoongi, well kind of. You decided he would have kicked you out if he didn’t want you here by now, if he didn’t want to take care of you, and that set your mind at ease, slightly. You were worried though, because every time Yoongi touched you (which was a lot because you just loved- no needed constant attention and when it came from Yoongi- well you really couldn’t resist) an odd feeling would enter your chest. It had really always been there, but as time went on and the more time you spent with the blonde, the feeling seemed to get stronger. You were so unfamiliar with these feelings; you weren’t really sure how to go about them. It made it worse, however, the way he looked at you. He looked at you with such soft and admirable eyes, with so much love it made you blush just thinking about it. You felt like you could really be yourself around him, and like he was really himself in front of you. You weren’t as shy around him as before, and he was a lot less quiet in front of you, which you were thankful for.

“(Y/N)?” You’re suddenly snapped back into reality from your thoughts, a smooth hand running up the expanse of your bare thigh. You laid perched up on Yoongi’s lap, head resting on his shoulder as he softly pets at your thighs and back. You hadn’t even realized you were letting out low content purrs, nuzzling further into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Hm?” You mumble, eyes drooped slightly as they fall onto whatever was flashing on the TV.

“I asked if you were sleepy.” He chuckled, hand coming to scratch the spot he knew you loved behind your ear. Your purrs became slightly louder, tail swaying happily beside the two of your bodies.

“Yes.” You sighed, tired but not really wanting to get up and leave the comfort of Yoongi’s embrace.

Yoongi had picked up on this, figuring you weren’t planning on moving anytime soon. He scoops you up, a squeak leaving your parted lips from the surprised movement. You whine, cool air meeting your exposed legs that were snuggly snuggled in Yoongi’s warmth moments before. Long tail wrapping securely around Yoongi’s waist, you hold onto his neck, watching as you two grew closer to the bedroom door. After some maneuvering to get the door open and closed, you’re back is met with the soft familiar bedding. The long shirt you had been wearing rode up your thighs slightly from the impact of him setting you down, the panties Yoongi had gotten you (much to his embarrassment) peeking out slightly. It was nothing new, Yoongi had seen you in less than this yet his eyes still quickly looked away as a deep blush fell onto his cheeks.

“Are you going to stay with me?” You weren’t really sure why you asked, Yoongi and you had been sharing a room for weeks now, but something in the way he stepped toward his closet to change made doubt settle into your veins.

“Of course.” He says finally, after clearing his throat and returning with a pair of sweat pants and thin shirt on. His cheeks were almost back to their normal color, but you watched with a pout as he seemed to avoid looking at you.

“Yoongi.” You whined, scooting up onto your knees to get closer to him. Yoongi’s large t-shirt fell slightly from one of your shoulders, watching as the male pulls the covers back and moves to lay down.

“Hm?” He mumbles, looking as if he were trying to get comfortable but not making any move to look at you. You didn’t like it at all, it made you feel like he was ignoring you even though he really wasn’t.

You watch as he lays back, eyes closed with his head falling onto the pillows and his arms coming up to rest behind his head. You wanted attention, more importantly Yoongi’s attention. You were still trying to understand humans, to understand Yoongi. You didn’t like that every time he saw your bare skin he seemed to pull away from you, like all the progress the two of you made throughout these weeks was out the window. Yoongi still reminded you that being naked was indecent and it wasn’t something humans did, but you still just didn’t really understand what the big deal was. You still had a hard time remembering that, to understand it really, but you had been really trying to follow this rule and keep Yoongi from pushing away from you.

“I’m sorry.” You say sadly, crawling over to his laying form and straddling his hips, before you even really realized or processed what you had done. Yoongi’s eyes snap open in alarm, his eyes meeting yours in a look that sends a blush to rise to your cheeks. A deep blush mirrors onto his face, and you suddenly realized this wasn’t the best idea to get Yoongi’s attention.

You move off of him quickly, not even waiting to hear a reply from him as you curl into a small ball on the other side of the bed, face burning and heart racing with your back to him. After a long moment you hear him shuffling around, and you worry he was going to leave and sleep on the couch like he used to. To your relief, the sound of the bedside lamp was clicked off, darkness swallowing the room.

You couldn’t help feeling slightly upset, the hybrid in you craving for attention, for the attention of your owner- or whatever Yoongi was to you. It was more than that though, more than just liking Yoongi’s company, you liked Yoongi (a lot), you depended on him, depended on him in ways you hadn’t realized before. You wanted to say something, apologize for- well whatever you had done. You were too shy though, and you grew angry at yourself, thinking you were over feeling that way in front of him. You felt small and uncomfortable, the air in the room thick, but you tried, you really tired, to ignore it and just fall asleep.


It had been about a half hour or an hour, you guessed, and you couldn’t fall asleep. You couldn’t fall asleep thinking Yoongi was mad at you, couldn’t imagine closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep while you were so far away- not being close enough to him. You were so used to curling up in his arms, it felt really odd to not be. You hated yourself for seeming so needy- knowing it was the hybrid in you that craved for Yoongi because he gave you everything you needed (maybe even more for that matter).

You couldn’t take it anymore, sitting up and quietly trying to make your way over to where Yoongi laid comfortable. Eyes shut, you were sure he was asleep, which made you feel slightly better because he couldn’t deny you then, right? You push your head lightly into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar safe scent as you finish curling your body into his. Legs tangling with his, hands bawling into his shirt as you finally begin to feel comfortable. Warmth radiates from Yoongi’s body, causing soft purrs to spew from deep within your throat. With Yoongi’s scent and warmth surrounding you comfortably, you felt at home as your tail began to lightly sway on its own in pure contentment. You found your tongue poking out and licking the smooth sweet skin on Yoongi’s neck, and before you can even register what you had done might be a bit odd to humans, a deep groan falls from Yoongi’s sleeping form. You freeze, tongue frozen on the skin as an arm is circled around your waist suddenly, worried you had woken him- that you’d had been caught.

Though as you peered up at his face, you saw his eyes were still closed, soft breaths leaving his parted lips. You return to his neck, the tip of your tongue going back to work on his neck as soft quiet purrs began to once again bubble out from your throat. You just had to keep going, the sudden urge to claim him as yours- the sudden feeling of possessiveness sending an odd shock through your body. The thought of someone else being even near him, touching him-

“(Y/N)?” A deep voice laced with sleep rang through your ears, and you suddenly freeze- knowing this time you really had woken Yoongi up.

“What are you doing?” He sounded half asleep still, voice not really taking on any emotion except for a hint of curiosity.

“I-I was j-just-“ How the hell were you supposed to explain why you were licking his neck? You were so embarrassed- not really sure how to explain that this was how cat hybrids showed affection- possessiveness-

He was looking at you, a look that was filled with question but softness. You were at a loss of words, ears lying flat atop of your head, not really sure how to explain yourself, and you found that happening quite often in Yoongi’s presence.

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, sounding so small. You hadn’t realized you were basically on top of Yoongi, and you found it in yourself to not really care at the moment, just keeping your face hidden in his neck.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He chuckled deeply, securing his arm once again around your waist to keep you close. It was such a Yoongi thing to say- leaving the thick wonder if it was okay or if it really wasn’t. You decided not to say anything, to try and snuggle even closer to him. He squeezed you tighter, his other hand running up and down your exposed thigh sending your heart to pick up slightly. You found yourself calming down and purring yet again, even as his hand skimmed a bit too high.


“Yoongi!” You yell, frustration lacing through your veins. You stood on the tips of your toes, trying, really trying your hardest to reach the bag of shrimp chips that were, for some reason, in the top cabinet that you couldn’t reach.

Yoongi suddenly appears, towel around his hips with damp hair. His chest was bare, and although you had stolen a few peeks at Yoongi while he was changing shirts before, you had never seen his full bare chest in perfect sight before. For some reason, it sent heat to your face, Yoongi seeming to be unfazed.

“Yeah?” He asked, watching you look over your shoulder at him, an almost relieved sigh leaving his lips as he confirms nothing was wrong. Yoongi had nearly fallen hurrying out of the bathroom from the sound of his name being called loudly, worried something had happened to you. But there you stood, only wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties (which wasn’t exactly new), your tail swaying almost annoyingly fast, ass on full display as you continued to reach up for something on the top shelf of the cabinet. You were driving him crazy really, always walking around like that, wearing his clothes.

He sighs, trying to ignore how good you looked like that, in his t-shirt, he reminded himself again, making his way over and reaching up to grab the bag you had been trying to get. Handing you the chips, he turns away, completely ignoring you and making his way back to his room to change. You stood there dumbfounded, afraid you had annoyed him or made him angry.

“Yoongi!” You whined, scurrying after him. You entered your shared room, finding him picking out his clothes.

“A-are you mad at me?” You said in a small voice, standing close to the door as if you weren’t sure if you should enter or not. He doesn’t turn to look at you, simply shuffling around his drawers.

“No, (Y/N). I’m not mad.” He sighs, glancing at you for a moment.

“Then, why won’t you look at me?” You mumble, your anxiousness causing your tail to sway quickly behind you.

“Because you drive me fucking crazy!” He suddenly shouts, causing you to jump as he looks at you with a fire now burning in his eyes.

“W-what?” You say shakily, not understand what he was saying. He runs a hand over his face in frustration, and you decide you had definitely done something wrong, something to anger him. Your ears fall flat atop your head, an odd feeling entering your stomach as you wonder what will happen next. You had never seen Yoongi mad before, you didn’t know what to expect.

“You drive me crazy (Y/N). You just don’t get it.” He huffs, beginning to pace the floor as if he were in thought. You were beyond confused. What had you possibly done to drive him crazy?

“I-I don’t understand.” You were really trying, you still didn’t have the hang of these human norms, had you done something that you shouldn’t have to make him mad and you didn’t even know?

“I know you don’t! I just- I can’t.” He sat on the edge of the bed, setting his head in his hands as if he were in defeat. You were startled, and worried. You had no idea what you did, or how to fix it. All you knew was that you didn’t like that look on Yoongi’s face, at all. And to think that you caused it, really pained you.

“I’m sorry.” That was the thing you said when you did something wrong, right? You thought it was fitting, and really you had no idea what else to say.

“I don’t want you to apologize.” His voice is muffled by his hands, and you felt a sinking feeling enter your stomach.

You felt so unbelievable anxious, as you began to creep over to the other side of the bed. You sit a bit away from him on your knees, tail wrapping around your waist to comfort yourself. You yearned to reach out and touch Yoongi- to nuzzle into his neck and have him hold you. You had decided a few weeks ago, after you had finally come to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to just kick you out- that this was permanent- that you in fact liked Yoongi, you liked Yoongi a lot. It scared you, because it wasn’t in the way you thought a hybrid should feel toward their owner. But Yoongi had never referred to himself as your owner. He didn’t really seem like the type to do so, not knowing if you’d be comfortable with that title. He seemed to always take everything at your pace, but maybe that was the problem.

You inched your way to Yoongi’s sitting form, hand pawing at his back to test the waters right now. He didn’t more, at all, so you took that as an okay to move closer. The tip of your tail brushed against his still bare back, your body trying to maneuver so you could nuzzle into his neck. You settled with resting into his side, soft long tail now wrapped comfortingly around his slim waist. Nuzzling your nose into the crook of Yoongi’s still bent over neck, you licked at the skin softy, apologetically. The position was awkward- not comfortable for surely either one of you- but you didn’t want to move, didn’t want to move from the warmth of Yoongi as you tried to comfort him.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered again, voice muffled from Yoongi’s skin. You continued to offer soft kitten-like licks to his neck, suddenly feeling his body moving and you worried you had made his anger worse from your display of comfort you were trying to offer.

“(Y/N), I-I-“ He looked at you, giving you a look of complete desperation. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. He helped you move into his lap, letting you snuggle into him like you usually did.

“I really can’t take it anymore (Y/N)…” He whispered, hand petting up and down your back. You whined, still not understand what he was talking about- what he was trying to say.

“Can’t take w-what? Me?” You suddenly had the alarming thought. Were you too much for Yoongi? Had you really been a burden- an annoyance to him- this whole time and you hadn’t even realized?

“Yes, you- but you just- you just don’t understand.” He sounded defeated- sad even, like he didn’t really know what to do.

“T-then make me understand.” You were getting upset, feeling like you were being blamed for something you didn’t even know you did. You were trying to be patient, trying to let him talk, but he was really confusing you, and you wished he would just spit out whatever he was trying to say. A gush of air left his lips, and you were suddenly being turned around in his lap with careful hands.

You stared into your favorite pair of eyes, watching as they glazed over with admiration and love. Your breath was suddenly caught in your throat, caught off guard from how close the two of you were. You could see the small fine details of his face, and you couldn’t help the warm feeling that swelled into your chest from how handsome he was. Your eyes widen on reflex, watching in shock as the space between the two of you seemed to be disappearing by the second. Was Yoongi going to-

Then it happened- soft plump lips were pushed against your own, and you found yourself freezing, not knowing what to do. You had never kissed someone before, you had never even come close- so you honestly had no idea what to do. Yoongi’s eyes were squeezed shut, as if he were worried you’d reject him- tell him to get away from you- but you honestly couldn’t help melting into him a bit more, even if you just sat there not really responding because you had no idea what you were doing, but you liked it, a lot. He pulled away suddenly, eyes opening slowly to look into your wide ones.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I-I’m sorry.” You had never seen such a shattered look on him before. You had never seen him look so defensive- so nervous.

You pouted, not liking the look on his face and not liking the warmth that had left your lips. You leapt forward a bit- lips falling onto his roughly. A loud purr erupts from your throat, a fuzzy feeling wrapping around the warmth Yoongi was making you feel. A noise of surprise fell from Yoongi’s mouth, your lips swallowing it up as his hands come up to grip your waist to prevent either one of you from falling over. You licked at his lips, the hybrid in you suddenly standing on edge. He let you be for a little, letting you lick and kiss at his lips before pulling away to laugh lowly.

“Here- like this.” He grinned slightly, before bringing his lips back onto yours. You really couldn’t believe how soft Yoongi’s lips were- how perfect they felt and fit with yours. You let him do all the work- you let him lead the kiss and show you what to do. This kiss felt more natural- more human. And you felt okay with this, okay with being this close. Closer than usual, in this different way. You didn’t mind him kissing you, in fact you liked it- a lot- probably more than you should have. You wanted to tell yourself this was wrong, that this was stepping over some unknown boundary of hybrid and owner, but Yoongi had never set those boundaries, and maybe this was why. You felt happy, loved, and you knew from this point forward, you were falling for this man, and you were okay with it.


Since that night, Yoongi and you had grown even closer. In fact, the two of you shared kisses quite often, and as time went on, they seemed to be getting more and more heated. There had been a few times you had subconsciously began to grind down in Yoongi’s lap, a few groans being passed between the two of you until he would stop you, face flushed and looking nervous. This was all so new to you, the feelings you were feeling, the new side of Yoongi- you were really trying to get used to it. You loved it though, you loved how much affection Yoongi was showing you lately, and you loved how much you were learning about him.

You really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put up in front of others. You found that really special, and maybe it was just the hybrid in you that made you pick up on small details, but you seemed to really be able to pick up on how Yoongi was feeling without him even telling you. You had never really thought about it before, but Yoongi didn’t treat you like you were some hybrid pet that didn’t have feelings. He truly cared about you, about your wellbeing and your feelings. And you had never had someone like that in your life before.

It was rough sometimes, when Yoongi was away at work and you longed for him. Your mind was always on constant thought of- well, everything, but it seemed that it went into overdrive once he was gone. You thought about so many things, always having to do with Yoongi, and you really just wanted him there with you, holding you and kissing you, but you didn’t want to be selfish (maybe). You couldn’t help starting to wondered if this was what humans called love.

“(Y/N)! I’m home.” Your ears instantly perking up at the familiar voice, feet springing off of the windowsill that you had comfortably been curled up on. You raced toward the door, catching Yoongi just as he hung his coat up, and dove straight into his arms. He chuckled deeply, offering a sweet kiss to one of your ears. It twitched at the feeling, a purr escaping past your lips.

“Missed you.” You breathed out, reaching out, not waiting for a reply, as you grip his shirt and kiss him wetly. His warmth and scent instantly filled your body, and the two of you melt into one another. He grips your waist, your tail snaking around one of his arms to keep him close. Yoongi lets out a shaky breath as you begin to lick into his mouth, tongues meeting passionately.

“Baby, I need to get changed.” He mumbled against your mouth, the name sending a jolt through your body. He had been calling you that a lot lately, and it honestly made your insides feel like they had liquefied.

You pout, following closely behind him as he enters both of your shared room. You move to sit on the bed, waiting patiently until he was done getting changed so he could give you more attention. You watch him disappear into his closet, leaving the door cracked as he begins to get undress. As soon as the sight of his bare back muscles enters your line of vision, you looked away feeling a weird sensation enter your body. Luckily, he returned rather quickly, because the urge to look began to eat away at your consciousness.

“Where were we?” He smiles, taking a seat next to you on the bed to have you scurry onto his lap to reattach your lips. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of the feeling of Yoongi’s lips, you honestly wished you could kiss him forever. Your tail was swaying behind the two of you in excitement, the kiss growing more heated.

Wondering hands began to wonder, which wasn’t anything new, and you found yourself grinding down into his lap in want and need. You didn’t really know for what; you were so inexperienced you sort of just let your instincts and Yoongi guide you. A deep groan erupts from Yoongi’s chest, his hands moving down to grip your hips. You pout to yourself in your mind, knowing this was usually when Yoongi would stop you, pull away, and you really just wanted to keep kissing him.

But he didn’t.

You were pleasantly surprised really, your excitement obvious as you grip his shoulders tighter and grind a bit more eagerly into his lap. It isn’t long that you start to feel something odd against your ass, it didn’t really take you long to connect the dots either, Yoongi watching you carefully the whole time with half hooded eyes. You weren’t dumb, as much as it had seemed, you were just simply inexperienced- but you got the basic idea of things. You were quite honestly feeling embarrassed now. You didn’t really know what to do, if you should continue or stop, even though you really didn’t want to. Yoongi could sense your reluctance, your confusion and hesitation, and he simply gripped your hips a bit tighter, reassuringly.

“Keep going.” He said deeply, breathlessly. He was trying to help steer you in the right direction, to make you comfortable and offer some reassurance to ease your on edge nerves.

“Yoongi.” You nearly meowed, feeling yourself getting wet as he helped guide your hips to continue.

“Your tail’s moving really fast.” He observes, obviously trying to calm the thick air that had surrounded the two of you. You scoffed, but nonetheless cracked a small smile.

You didn’t really know how far this was going to go, you were willing to test the waters because it was Yoongi and you knew he’d never hurt you. You were incredibly nervous though, not wanting to mess something up and make Yoongi uncomfortable or freaked out. You had decided that you really liked the way Yoongi’s hands felt on you, and you decided that you really liked the groans he was letting out every time you would grind down just a bit harder on his hard bulge.

“I-I don’t really know what I’m doing I don’t-“You paused because his hard dick pressed tentatively against your clit and you actually let out a moan- which sounded more of a purr than anything.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’ll help you.” His voice seemed to have dropped even lower, the deep sensual sound causing your body to jolt, tail standing tall and on alert.

You suddenly realized that Yoongi was letting you do what you wanted. Not forcing you, not asking you any questions, letting you take it as far as you wanted. He was letting you stop when you wanted, letting you pick what was okay and what wasn’t. The sheer thought has you soaking the panties you wore more, the thought of Yoongi taking care of you-

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you are.” He mumbles after releasing a heavy groan that shook into your body as well. His words made you blush, you were sure even your ears that were covered in fur had turned red in color, the compliment making your heart swell.

A large hand is suddenly running up the expanse of fur on your tail and- oh god- you jolt forward, the sensation setting your nerves on fire. the moan you let out was so obscene, Yoongi had groaned along with you. Chills ran down your spine- and if only you had known your tail was so sensitive- Yoongi continues to dig his fingers gently into the fur on your tail, running them up and down it and causing moan after moan to spill from your lips. Each time he got to the tip, your body would jolt, causing your hips to grind down even harder on Yoongi’s jean clad dick.

Yoongi.” The sound that comes out with his name is really ridiculous- and you just wanted his hands everywhere- you really couldn’t take it anymore.

You dive off of him, landing on the large empty space next to him on the bed- ass sticking high in the air. You wore your usual attire- this time a large hoodie of Yoongi’s that now pooled in a heap of red just below your breast, white panties exposed with a large wet spot in the middle. The sight was absolutely enticing to Yoongi, mouth agape and watching as your tail moves back and forth as if to lure him in. Your chest was heaving- so worked up from just that- but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed right now.

“I- are you s-sure?” When had he stood up? You hadn’t even realized he had moved, so caught up in your most definitely inappropriate thoughts.

“Yes!” You say annoyed, wanting him to touch you right now. You felt like everything was moving so fast but not fast enough at the same time, you just wanted Yoongi to keep making you feel things you hadn’t before.

“Baby- lay on your back.” He says after taking in your needy form. He had never seen you like this before, and god did he love it.

You huffed, hated laying on your back because you could never get comfortable because of your tail, but you listened nonetheless. You watch him carefully, your hybrid instincts wanting nothing more than to be mated- to be fully claimed as Yoongi’s. The thought made you lightheaded, and you started to feel nervous. You watched with alert eyes as Yoongi stripped himself of his t-shirt, leaving his chest bare and as many times as you’d seen him shirtless- you still couldn’t help but stare.

You watched his suddenly nervous movements, seeming to falter under your gaze. It made you yourself slightly nervous, because you had no idea what the hell you were doing, and you needed Yoongi to lead you. You reached from him, and he thankfully comes over and towers over your smaller frame. You touched everywhere really, anywhere your hands could make skin on skin contact. You had touched Yoongi’s bare skin a few times, but never like this, never for this long. You were entranced by the smoothness, how pale and soft his skin was. You hadn’t even realized he was watching you, watching carefully and even offering a small grin when you finally realized.

“I like touching you.” You said as you thought, not realizing the filter in your brain hadn’t sorted that out as staying just a thought-

“I like when you touch me.” Before you had anytime to even be embarrassed he was replying easily, like he didn’t even need to think about the words.

“I like when you touch me, and kiss me.” You said again without thinking, being honest, as you run your hands down his shoulders to his back, feeling the skin heat up under your touch.

“I like you.” The words set a different fire in your body, instead of raising the heat of being mated- of being completely wrecked by this beautiful male above you- a new fire of complete admiration and affection burned. The atmosphere had changed, changed from the heated, neediness, to a calm caring, loving air. You didn’t really know if he meant the words the way you wanted him too- the way you would have meant them if you had said them yourself. You decided you didn’t want to ask- not yet- because his confession meant he at least felt something toward you, right? And that was enough for you right now.

“I like you too.” You found yourself mumble back, seeming fitting to say it back since it was true.

A large grin was plastered onto his face then, and he reached down to kiss you gently. You gripped his arms because you felt like you were falling, your head was spinning, and you just wanted Yoongi to be everywhere. He continues to kiss you, and there was so much emotion in the kiss it really wasn’t helping your spinning head. You feel slick fingers at the hem of the hoodie you wore, and the two of you broke apart so he could take the unnecessary garment out of the way. He scanned your naked chest, for the first time, since he always got so flustered when he had seen you naked. You guessed being naked was a bigger deal to Yoongi than you, which was okay.

You were beginning to get nervous, you really didn’t know what to expect, but you really tried to tell yourself that you had Yoongi here with you, and he’d never hurt you. You felt the sudden shock of a tongue lapping at your neck, just like you usually did with Yoongi, and it was enough to send a loud moan out of your mouth. Besides licking he sucked at the thin skin, and you arched slightly into him, not even realizing your tail had wrapped around his waist and you had started to purr once again. You really didn’t think you should have been this worked up so easily, but it was Yoongi- and he definitely knew how to make you feel good.

Yoongi’s hand snakes down your body, nerves standing on edge because honestly, he was so nervous. He didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t want to do something that you wouldn’t like. His hand rubs at the skin on your stomach above your panties, muscles jumping to attention. Yoongi continued to pepper kisses along your shoulder, collarbone, and neck, hand finally skimming the top of your panties as he begins to carefully pull them down. You lift your hips, eager- cool air hitting your wet heat and causing your thighs to subconsciously close on their own. Moving down your body cautiously, Yoongi made sure to maintain eye contact with you in case you showed any sign of resentment. You didn’t of course, looking innocent and ready for whatever Yoongi had in mind.

Your insides felt like they were waiting to spark alive, watching anxiously as Yoongi’s face is level with your heat. His cool breath continued to make you shiver, his eyes searching yours for one last time for any resentment as opens your legs. Tongue coming out to kitten lick your clit, you shudder as pleasure courses through your body. You had never felt something like this before, and really it was so overwhelming.

Yoongi didn’t exactly give you time to process what was going on- what was about to happen- already beginning to lick and suck your folds and clit into his mouth. You were so wet- tasted so sweet- Yoongi was really going to lose his mind. You find your fingers weaving into the soft blonde locks of his hair, not realizing how hard you were gripping it until you felt the pleasure of Yoongi’s mouth disappear.

“You’re going to rip my hair out.” He was looking at you, smugly, and you honestly hadn’t really heard what he had said. Chest heaving up and thoughts scattered.

He decided to not wait for a reply, which you were thankful for because you were honestly sure you had forgotten how to speak. He continues to do his previous actions, sending such intense pleasure through your body, moans falling from your lips so loudly, you felt like your whole body was on fire. With your head tilted back, you were sure it was going to snap off from how fast you looked back up, feeling the sudden pressure of a cool finger against your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his finger teasingly against you, watching as you moved your hips toward him.

“Are you sure?” You were surprised he hadn’t asked you sooner, the uneasiness in his voice obvious even though he tried to mask it. You moaned in response, nodding quickly.

“Please.” You groaned, surprised by the voice that met your ears. It was music to Yoongi’s, and you suddenly feel the intrusion of his finger, your hole seeming to open up and welcome it. He gaped at your pussy, watching as you seemed to swallow up his finger, begging for more. Yoongi wanted to be careful though- would force himself to go slow and easy unless you asked otherwise. He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you-

“Yoongi- more.” Your hips were grinding down onto his finger, and he was honestly (yet pleasantly) surprised.

He didn’t really know how hybrids worked sexually, he really knew little about hybrids in general, but you were helping him learn, and it surely seemed like hybrids didn’t need as much prepping as humans did. He didn’t question it- question you- because he figured you wouldn’t know, since you were so innocent and inexperienced. That was okay- in fact Yoongi liked it, a lot, because he felt like you were his, and his only. He cautiously adds another finger, feeling once again your wet heat swallow up the finger in want. He was in awe really, by the way you seemed to stretch and be ready for him already, the noises you were making, and how wet you were-

Yoongi found himself groaning, cock jumping in the confinements of his too tight jeans. He pumped the fingers gently inside of you, listening to the obscene sounds your heat made with each one. Your body was in complete pleasure, the intensity of it leaving you dazed. It was too much and not enough at the same time, and Yoongi seemed to be agreeing because with one last pump of his fingers and a sharp suck to your clit, he was standing to his feet, pants and boxers quickly laid forgot with your clothes around his feet on the floor. His cock stood tall and proud, precum leaking from the tip from watching you fall apart from such little action. Yoongi was thick, and you really didn’t know how that was going to fit inside of you, but you decided to stay calm and let Yoongi take control, to finally mate and claim you.

Already missing the remnants of Yoongi’s touches, you’re thankful when he climbs back on his rightful place atop you, staring into your eyes as your ears twitch unknowingly. He had gotten so use to you being a hybrid, he sometimes completely forgot you had cat ears and a tail. He loved the soft fur that lined them, especially loving it at times like now when your tail tangled back around his waist when he had finally been back into your reach, the soft fur tickling his skin. He watched you for a long moment, watched how your chest heaved and how your hair fell just slightly on your face. He watched the peaceful look you gave him, the loving purrs still falling from deep within your throat. You really were a beautiful creature, and he didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as amazing as you. He loved how different you were, how caring you were (and God were you caring), and just how much you were an amazing person all the way around. There were so many things he loved about you, so many things that had made him fall in love with you, and he really just couldn’t stop his heart swelling as he looked at you in that moment. He really hoped you understood, just a little, how much he loved you, how much he needed you- Yoongi really wasn’t good with words. He hoped after this moment, you’d understand him just a little bit more, understand his feelings, since he had never really set them straight with you.

You paw at his chest, watching Yoongi seem to fall into deep thought as he stares at you, your desire for him growing more. He smiles at you, gripping his cock and moving to position himself at your entrance. He had slightly forgotten how hard he was, and honestly it was beginning to hurt as he took the sight of your body in again. Bending down to kiss your lips one last time, he begins to carefully, ease his aching cock into your entrance. The groan he lets out goes straight to your core, the sound so enticing- you wanted to hear it more. A slight burn was met as Yoongi pushed into you, but your heat welcomed Yoongi’s cock, much like his fingers. It didn’t hurt at all, luckily, it felt so good you actually found yourself moaning so loudly, your head shook.

This, this was much different than Yoongi’s previous actions. In fact, it felt so much better, more intimate and passionate. Your heart swelled at the thought of finally becoming Yoongi’s- the thought of him mating you, and being everywhere all at ones- your legs went to his hips, pulling his body the rest of the away onto you along with his cock inside of you. He moaned at the feeling, elbows on either side of your head as he began to take that as an okay to slightly move his cock back and forth. You instantly nuzzled into his neck, breath coming out shaky and hard as you begin to lick at your usual spot, at times accidently nipping when he went just a little deeper than before. He groaned above you, obviously not minding, and you were more than happy to continue- to mark him as yours.

“Yoongi!” A shout falls from your lips as he picks up the pace, holding you tightly and licking at the fur surrounding your ear. You were sure you stopped breathing then, until you felt a few wet fingers toying with your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body shaking slightly from the intenseness of everything.

“I love when you moan my name.” Yoongi’s voice sounded deep, hoarse and dry as he pounded into you. Your tail and legs squeezed tighter around him at his words, your hands moving to fist into his hair for something to hold onto. You felt an odd sensation in your stomach, a feeling that was starting to become too overwhelming, and you squeezed your eyes shut body going tense as your orgasm hits you like a train.

Yoongi!” You scream, not even realizing how loud your voice had become. Body going completely numb as you’re sent into a storm of incredible pleasure. Yoongi continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he holds you tightly in his arms, groaning loudly from how tight you had suddenly become.

“Oh god, (Y/N).” Yoongi’s orgasm shatters through his body as he shutters, cumming inside of you.

He falls onto you after a moment, face buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. You’re pretty sure you couldn’t move, not that’d you want to. That was absolutely amazing, and you find yourself combing your fingers through Yoongi’s hair as he tries to catch his breath. For some reason you became incredible nervous after what had just happened, not knowing of what would come next. Anxiety overloaded your body causing your tail to sway uneasily to your side, and with each swat, it lightly hits Yoongi in the side, a huffed groan vibrating through your skin as he shuffles onto his forearms to look at you.

His fringe was sweaty, and clung to his forehead. He somehow still looked absolutely breathtaking, even looking completely fucked out. You couldn’t help the sour look that crossed your face, waiting, just waiting for him to say something- to break the thick silence as it began to cloud into the room. He didn’t though, seeming much more entranced with gazing at you, a small satisfied smile laying onto his features.

“What?” You asked suddenly self-consciously. He leans down to brush his lips against your cheek, the action making you blush slightly.

“Nothing.” You weren’t sure if he was being honest or not, but you figured you’d let it go for now.


Since that day, Yoongi and you had had sex- a lot. Yoongi had corrected you when you had called it mating, saying that just sounded a bit weird and that wasn’t what humans called it. You didn’t understand, like usual, not really getting what else there was to call it. He had told you, you two were making love, and the words had sent your whole body on alert. That had been the first time Yoongi had really given you an insight on his feelings, which had caused you to stutter and asked why he would call it that.

“That’s what you’d call it if two people were trying to show how much they loved each other, don’t you think?” You had accidently swatted him clear in the face with your tail, having been perched comfortable on his lap, unknown emotions filling your body. You were pretty sure he had basically just confessed he loved you, and you realized you hadn’t given him a proper answer because you were well- in shock.

“Yeah, that’s sounds about right.” After a long pause you had made your mind up, settling on confessing your own feelings along with finally confirming your own with yourself. But the feelings were mutual, and that alone made you so happy you found yourself leaning in to kiss him.

“What took you so long?” You groaned playfully, curling further into his body, just trying to get closer. And you came to the final conclusion that you were happy here with Yoongi, that he had found you. You were okay with how things were right now, and how things had turned out.

You realized, sitting there, listening to the beating of Yoongi’s steady heartbeat that it didn’t matter how long the two of you had known each other. It didn’t matter that you may have not known every single thing about him, because you had time to learn, and you could hear what was really important, you could hear the silent unspoken words in his heart, and that was what really mattered.


A/N: Thank you so much to the anon that requested this, I really hope you and everyone liked it. This took me forever to write for some reason, I kept having writers block so bad because I’ve never written anything like it before, and I kept staring over because I thought it sucked, but it’s finally done! Once I got a good idea of where I wanted the story to go, I actually had a lot of fun writing it (maybe a little too much). It’s a lot longer than I expected too. I actually got a lot of inspiration from the song Hear Your Heart by James Bay (hence the title), and if you’ve never heard it, I highly recommend it! It’s one of my favorite songs, and it really gave me a good idea of where I wanted this story to go. Anyways, I really hope everyone liked it, and I’d love to here what you thought.

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Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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I Thought We Already Weren’t (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: anonymous asked:
Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 2,413 (sorry, got carried away again)

Warnings: Angst

A/N: heyyy more angst! sorry this is quite late, but I finally figured out how I wanted this imagine to go. I did try to shorten it a bit since it is quite long, but I guess this is as short as it’s gonna get 😂 hope you like it, anon! ❤️❤️

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“(Y/N)!” your name carried through the halls above the chatter of the student body. Eyebrows furrowed, you jerked your head out from your locker to see who was beckoning. You spotted Peter’s dark curls bobbing amongst the crowd towards you.

“(Y/N),” Peter gasped. He leant against the locker next to yours, breathing heavily.

You raised your brows in amusement. “Yes?” you asked, curious as to what would motivate Peter to run.

Peter swallowed, “I need your help.”

“With what?” you turned back to your locker to shove your math textbook inside and grab your jacket.

“Ummm… well… it’s about…” he lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper and leaned closer. “It’s about Liz.”

You tilted your head away from him slightly to hide the anguish that quickly flashed on your face. “What about Liz?” you tried to keep your voice steady and calm. A difficult feat, as you felt a pit drag your stomach and your breath catch high in your throat.

“I—I uh—well—I have a date with her,” he stammered

“What?!” you exclaimed, shocked. “Wow, Peter!” You tried to shove out any tone of sadness in your voice. You knew how much courage it must’ve taken this nervous but excited and eager romantic buzzing next to you.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Did you just ask her?” you guessed.

“Yeah. Yeah I did,” his ecstatic state quickly turned into a more panicked one. “But I need your help. I have no idea what to do!”

“For the date?”

“Yeah!” Shutting your locker, you swung your jacket over your shoulder and headed for the school doors. Peter bounded after you. “Please, (Y/N)!” he pleaded.

You shoved the doors open, “Why aren’t you asking Liz, though? Isn’t the date with her?” You worried that that might’ve been a bit forward in revealing your subtle bitterness.

“Well, yeah but I—I wanted to surprise her. And I can’t ask Ned ‘cause I don’t wanna mess this up, I mean no offense to him, but you know—(Y/N), you’re my only other friend who can help me!” Your stomach twisted at that word. Friend.

“When is it?”

“Friday.”

You sighed, conflicted yet sympathetic. Here he was, the best friend you had slowly but undoubtedly fallen for, asking for your help with someone else. Of course you were jealous. Of course you were dejected and feeling a bit betrayed. But of course you were going to help him. Because, dammit, you were proud and happy for him, too.

After two years of daydreaming, confiding, and awkwardly trying, he had finally gotten courage and motivation to do something about it. You saw how he lit up when she merely looked his way, how he melted whenever she said something nice to him, how jittery and nervous he got whenever he was within a ten food radius of her. You weren’t about to take that away from him just because of your unrequited feelings; because before he was ever your crush, he was your best friend.

“Okay,” you replied. Hope and relief immediately washed out all desperation on Peter’s face. You couldn’t help but smile a bittersweet smile.  

“Really?!” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” you cheerfully affirmed. “Just, uh, come over later tonight so we can think of some ideas.”

“Thank you! Really, (Y/N), thank you so much!” Peter squeezed you in a tight hug that you half heartedly returned. He suddenly pulled away and reached for his phone. You already knew what it most likely meant, so you started past him.

“I’ll see you around seven?” you called back. Peter was already running the opposite direction.

“Uh yeah! Seven’s good!”


Groaning, you got up from your chair and stretched your arms above your head. How could simple chemistry equations somehow make your entire body ache?

You were about to plop back into your chair when a tapping came from your window. Glancing at the clock that read ten minutes past eight, you trudged over, unlocked it, and slid it up.

“Sorry I’m late; some nut job decided tonight was a good night to rob a jewelry shop.”

“Hm,” you nodded as you headed to your desk. Peter stumbled through the window, leaving it open for a quick getaway.

“Your folks home?”

“Nah,” you shrugged. “Both have meetings.”

Peter slipped his backpack off and slumped onto your bed. “So,” he rested his elbows on his knees, “Any ideas?”

You swiveled your chair around. “Not really,” you confessed. “Nothing’s really come to mind.”

Peter hung his head down, groaning, “What am I gonna do?”

“So… okay then. What do you want to do?” you inquired.

“I dunno! I was thinking maybe just dinner and a movie? Chill, not to much fancy expensive stuff…”

“No, no don’t do that. That’s typical, not surprising at all.”

“Ugh,” he muttered. “Has she ever said anything about like what her ideal date would be?”

“Don’t think so…” you racked your brain. You didn’t know Liz too well. Sure you’d shared some classes with her these past two years and had gotten to know her well enough. But you weren’t the best friend she’d confide to about relationships and dating. You also weren’t going to give up your ideal date for Peter to create for someone else.

You both sat in silence, thinking. There was a slight tension in the room that you both could sense, but it was hardly enough to make the setting awkward. You’d also never let it get to that point either.

“I know she likes picnics…” you offered. “Maybe you could get takeout from her favorite place and take her on a picnic somewhere?”

“Oh yeah…” Peter sat up. “That sounds cool!”

“And it’s not super expensive.”

“But do it kind of late-ish,” you added. “And maybe on the roof of a high building. So it’ll be darker and better for star gazing. Liz loves stars.”

“Yeah… yeah, yeah! That’s great; that’s awesome! Oh, okay okay! I got it,” Peter leapt up from your bed and raced over to embrace you once again. “Thank you, so much, (Y/N)! Thanks for being such a great friend and—and helping me and WOOH!” he whooped as he skipped to grab his bag. “I’m gonna go scope out some places…”

As he squeezed through the window you chuckled, “Okay…” That nagging feeling began to creep up on you, and you put your head in your hands. You knew the petty thoughts would begin to fill your mind soon.

You knew you shouldn’t feel jealous. You knew there was nothing you could do to change his mind. But you couldn’t stop it. You were mad at yourself for believing you could ever compete with a girl like Liz Allen. You hated having these feelings of envy and betrayal, because you knew they were futile. It was pointless; this was only going to make you feel even worse.

Okay, you told yourself. Calm down, stop thinking like that. Just be happy that he finally got his chance with Liz. Repeating this over and over didn’t help. Okay… Maybe the date will go bad— NO! No, God, why even think like that?! Okay, maybe the date will be okay but Peter will figure out he doesn’t really like her? Ugh why am I LIKE this?! You felt completely horrible when you realized you actually found solace in that last thought. Deciding you needed to just distract yourself before you could torment yourself any further, you turned back to your notebook with a sigh.


Four weeks and five dates later, wherever you saw Peter, there was Liz. Your one solace, your one hope had fallen through. Peter had begun to hang with you and Ned less and less as the weeks went by. His spontaneous midnight visits had stopped altogether, and sometimes wouldn’t even answer your texts for a good few days.

Distractions were helping less and less as well. No matter how many songs you blasted in your ear, or how many fanfics you poured over each night, or late night calls with Ned about any movie you two could find; the envy kept gnawing away at you. But poor sweet Ned. You finally broke and confided to him; keeping it in was just too much. And try as he might to help you try to get over it and keep you distracted and happy, you both knew nothing was enough.

It also didn’t help that Liz would often come to Peter when he was at his locker. Right next to yours. Even though they tried to keep their voices down to small murmurs, you could hear every sickening and sappy word pouring from their mouths.

“God, I think I love you.”

You froze, gripping the textbook as if it were your composure. That phrase had managed to slip through all the ambient noise and ruckus echoing through the hallway and reach your ears. How many times had you wished to hear those words from him, only for them to be meant for someone else?

Well you certainly didn’t hear much after that. You didn’t hear Liz’s reply, or Ned’s greeting, or your locker slam. The only thing that your ears registered was your booming heartbeat. You felt your whole body heat up, searing with anger and jealousy. You wandered away from your locker, away from them. Meandering through the crowd of students, you couldn’t think of where to go or what to do.

An obnoxious voice broke through the pulsing in your ear.

“Hurry up, move it, (Y/N)!” Flash complained as he breezed past you. “What’re you waiting for? Your imaginary boyfriend to become real?” he jeered.

A sudden drive and confidence took over you, fueled by the anger and jealousy coursing through your veins. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to make Peter hurt. Hurt like you were. And you knew just how to do it.

“Well that’s up to you, Flash!” you called. Flash whipped around, confused. It morphed into amused as you jogged over to him.

“What do you mean?” he crossed his arms.

“Pick me up, my place, Friday at seven,” you challenged. Flash’s face dropped into bewilderment. “Wear something nice,” you added, brushing past. “I expect to be wowed.” As you pushed open the school doors, smirking, you could perfectly hear the shock that rippled through the silence of the hallway. This was certainly one way to get over it.


*tap tap tap*

You startled up from your chair, not sure if you had really heard it. You went over to your window and opened the blinds revealing the red and blue figure. Sliding it open, you leaned out on your elbows, blocking him from coming in but opening yourself to conversation.

“Hey,” Peter breathed.

“Hey.”

He shuffled anxiously, tugging at the mask in his hands, “Can I talk to you?”

You shrugged, “I’m listening.”

“Why—” Peter took a deep breath. “Why’d you ask out Flash?” he timidly asked.

You stiffened. “Because.” Guilt started to take the place of resentment in your gut, but you shoved it away. You could tell he was concerned about you doing something so out of character and ridiculous on all accounts. However you refused to sway from your choice. You weren’t going to to back to sitting around moping about how he was with Liz.

“Because why?” he demanded.

“Because I can and I did.”

“But when were you interested in Flash?”

“When was it your business?”

“Since you’re my friend!”

You scoffed, hurt. “Am I?”

Peter squinted at you, “Y-Yeah. Wh—Why do you have to ask?”

“‘Cause it doesn’t feel like I’ve been!” you cried. The rest of your anger was spilling out, but with a different tone this time. This wasn’t a revenge thing or a spur of the moment vent-all-your-feelings session. This was everything that was buried deep, everything that wasn’t revealed to Ned, everything that really hurt.

“You’ve constantly ditched on stuff ‘cause you’d rather go to something else with Liz! You’ve left me and Ned hanging countless times. If it was because of Spiderman stuff, then I’d be more understanding, but it isn’t. You’ve just replaced your true friends with the girl you’ve been oogling for years!” your voice rose several octaves. “You never reply when we text, and you never answer when I need you or even when Ned does! So no, Peter, it doesn’t feel like I’m your friend anymore.”

Neither of you moved, too stunned by the words floating in the thick tension between you.

“So this is a jealousy thing.”

“What?!” you screeched. “That literally has nothing to do with what I just said—”

“No! No no no, it does!” Peter retorted. “You’re jealous because I’m spending more time with her, I get it—”

“No. You don’t.”

“No, I do! Look, I’m sorry if I’m not spending every waking moment with you guys like I used to, but it doesn’t mean we’re not friends anymore.”

“NO!” you cried. “No, Peter! It’s not because we’re not hanging out as much, it’s because we’re not hanging out at all. You’re always so distant with us now and you ignore us and—”

“I don’t ignore you guys!”

“Uh, yeah you do—”

“If I did, then I wouldn’t know that you asked Flash out, and I wouldn’t be here asking why the hell you’d ever do that!”

“Again, what the hell does it matter to you?!”

“He’s a douche!” Peter flailed his arms. “He’s an arrogant, spoiled asshole who’s so insecure that he goes around teasing people. He even teases you, (Y/N)! And you asked him out?!” He howled. Peter took a step towards your window, and you withdrew a little. “He doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N), and you don’t deserve to put up with that piece of shit—”

“You know what?” you glared at Peter, seething, blood boiling for the second time that day. “Yeah, you’re right: he’s a piece of shit who only cares about himself. But I bet he’s still gonna be a better shitty friend than you’ve been this entire month.”

Peter took a step back, appalled at what he was hearing. He pursed his lips and dropped his eyes to the ground. “Maybe we just shouldn’t be friends anymore,” he whispered.

You reached up for your window and numbly slid it shut. Knowing he could still hear you, you muttered as you closed your blinds, “I thought we already weren’t.”

anonymous asked:

Is it at all possible to use a whip like people do in movies? Like in Castlevania, Trevor uses it to cut someones finger off and rip another persons eye out. Thanks!

The whip Trevor Belmont is using is called “The Vampire Killer” and it’s a mystical weapon, but I don’t know whether that’s the one he’s using in the anime or if he gets it later. You can assume though that the Belmont’s have mystical powers. What Trevor Belmont is using is a bullwhip, if you want other examples of the whip being used in film there’s Indiana Jones and The Mask of Zorro.

You can put someone’s eye out with a whip, but you can’t rip it out and you can’t get enough force going with a leather whip to cut someone’s finger off.

A chain whip? Oh hell yeah. You can take a finger off with that.

What I will say is worth taking from the new Castlevania anime is not what Trevor does with the whip so much as how he handles it. A good example is the final fight with Alucard. Where he uses it to trip, where he uses it as a disarming tool, and does a good job of showing how it always remains in motion. One aspect Castlevania does get right with Trevor is the use of the secondary hand for guidance when rapidly changing direction, when he wants small circles or very specific strikes he’d be unable to achieve with just his wrist.

The whip as a weapon is a useful secondary or supporting weapon to your primary. It works better as a harassment tool, a means to create openings, trip your opponent up, lash them, and wear them out. Whips and chain weapons travel on circular strike paths that are difficult to block. In the hands of a master, they can rapidly change direction mid strike and circle around the sword or spear to hit their target.

If you want to take a finger off, then you’ll need to attach a blade to the end as seen in the whip chain, the rope dart, or (to crush it) the meteor hammer.

The basic beginner stage to ground your understanding of how this works is the yoyo.

The whip has it’s place as a secondary weapon in multiple martial arts, and the tip will give you some serious burns. If you want to look into the whip as a defense tool, Anthony De Longis is a good place to start.

Keep in mind, however, that the weakness of all chain/rope/whip weapons is space. You need space to be able to get the techniques off. Even with lineal striking, you need room. It is a ranged weapon, and one that requires a lot more space to work than a gun or a bow.

So, yes, you can use it as a weapon. You probably also want your characters carrying weapons that are more versatile like the sword or a knife or a gun, that can make up for the situations were the whip falls short.

If  you’re in an open space and you want to keep five attackers on the defensive then it’s great. You can scare the shit out of them and keep a full defense going. However, you can’t really do it in your living room.

-Michi

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The Raid

I woke up at 5.30 and couldn’t fall back to sleep, so I fell into Sterek feels instead. Thought I’d try to make some sense of the story it looks like they’re telling (possibly a futile attempt, but…)

I’m on mobile, so no read more, sorry!

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T rating

*****

It had taken Stiles a while to get comfortable leaving his phone on silent when he was in the middle of something; the idea of being unreachable, or worse, unaware of the current threat had haunted him for months. The reality of being almost 3,000 miles away eventually sunk in and he was able to accept being temporarily out of the loop when he needed to focus. It was equal parts terrifying and freeing, a sort of nauseating relief.

So when he sees a missed call from Chris Argent after his last class before break, his heart drops immediately into his stomach. The voice-mail is maddeningly vague, but before it’s even over Stiles is shoving a few last essentials into his mostly packed duffel bag and impatiently waiting the handful of seconds for Chris to pick up his phone.

Chris has barely gotten a “Stiles” out before Stiles rushes out “What’s going on?”

Thankfully, Chris doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. “There’s a rumor that there’ll be an FBI raid at a location I’ve been looking into for some possible illegal hunting. Can you see what you find out from whatever contacts you’ve made there?”

“Yeah, of course. Give me a couple hours. Do we know when it’s supposed to be happening?”

“Week from last Friday, so what, few days from now,” Stiles feels overwhelmingly sorry for Chris, the man must be pushing himself hard if he’s losing track of the days. “I’m not sure what their interest is, possibly a human trafficking angle,” Stiles’ stomach clenches at that. The idea of it so abhorrent it makes him shiver; the fact that hunters are involved, and therefore some of the people involved are likely to be werewolves adds an extra layer of disgust, a too vivid picture of Erica, Boyd,and Derek at the mercy of unhinged hunters flashes in his head and his whole body tenses. Chris confirms the thought with his next words, “but it’s not like they’ll be prepared for what they’ll find if my intel is right.”

“Right, I’ll get back to you as soon as I have something.”

“Thanks, Stiles,” Chris says sincerely, the exhaustion in his voice obvious, and Stiles has a moment of shameful relief that he’s not responsible for any of whatever is going on. It doesn’t last long. Chris inhales audibly, and Stiles instinctively prepares for a blow. “And Stiles,” he begins and pauses, reluctance and regret clear in his voice and in the short silence, “You should know that there’s a Beacon Hills connection to whatever we’re walking into.” Before Stiles can demand more, Chris adds an apologetic “I don’t know more than that right now, but I’m looking into it.”

Stiles drops onto his crappy dorm mattress, the weight of the information making his legs buckle. Stiles chokes out “I’ll call you back tonight,” and hangs up.

The call to Rafael McCall takes an eternity to connect, so when he finally answers, Stiles doesn’t wait for a greeting. “I need to know everything you know about a possible human trafficking raid happening in a few days that has a connection to Beacon Hills.”

“Hello to you, too, Stiles,” Rafael says in that condescending way he has always addressed others with, and Stiles is reminded that despite the man having put in a good word for him at the FBI, he was a first class asshole.

Stiles grits his teeth and manages a “Please,” letting his panic color his voice and hoping Mr McCall is having a day where he’s capable of basic human compassion.

He gets lucky, because Rafael responds with “I’ll see what I can find out, but no promises.”

“Fair enough, but I need it tonight.”

Rafael sighs, but agrees, and Stiles disconnects the call. Stiles spends the next two hours on the computer, finding everything he can on human trafficking, reaching out to contacts for information on hunters who’ve gone off the rails, and wishing Danny was there to help him find a backdoor into government files.

When Rafe calls back with a time and place, Stiles has a frustratingly small list of notes, but at least he has confirmation to pass along to Chris. Rafael has managed to get himself assigned to the team going on the raid, citing his “personal interest,” and Stiles manages not to scoff at the idea that the man has any real connection to Beacon Hills or its inhabitants. Still, Stiles says a sincere “Thank you,” before he tells Rafael firmly “I’m going with you.”

Rafe sighs out a resigned “I figured you’d say that. You’ll have a seat in my vehicle, otherwise I know you’ll just show up on your own.”

He’s not wrong. “Thank you,” he repeats, this time, he says goodbye befits hanging up to call Chris.

*****

Sitting in the government issue black SUV while FBI agents move with surprising stealth to prepare to storm the building is excruciating. Being told to stay in the car isn’t surprising, but it makes him feel anxious and angry and helpless all the same.

While the agents surround the building, a familiar figure approaches Stiles’ car. Stiles barely restrains himself from hugging Chris,the relief at seeing him, at seeing someone from home, from his life in Beacon Hills, from his pack of misfits, is almost staggering.

He settles for a nod of greeting and gratefully accepts Chris’ hand on his shoulder, letting the weight of it ground him.

“Stiles,” Chris says, clearly unsurprised at seeing him there, but decidedly unhappy about it. “I know you couldn’t, but damn do I wish you’d stayed away from this, kid. I’m sorry for dragging you back into this shitshow.” Stiles can see Allison’s ghost in Chris’s eyes, and it hurts in a way he knows it always will.

“I don’t think I could really stay out. Not forever,” he tries to reassure Chris. “Plus, if I could’ve helped and I didn’t, I’d never forgive myself.” Chris squeezes his shoulder, but his face draws tight.

“We’re moving in as soon as the FBI does, hoping the chaos gives us some cover. I wish they weren’t watching this place, so we could’ve moved in as soon as we found this place,” Chris says as he drops his hand to check his weapon. Before he turns to move into position, he levels Stiles with a sympathetic look. “I don’t want to tell you, but you should know, Derek is in there.”

Stiles freezes, he can’t feel his hands for a moment, but uses his thumb to count off his fingers, hoping with all he has that this is all a bad dream. There are only five fingers, and Stiles feels icy dread rushing through his veins. Chris’s voice pulls him from the edge of panic, “Whatever you do, be careful,” he says, the words heavy between them but a strange comfort nonetheless as Chris pats his shoulder again and walks away with practiced silence.

It takes Stiles less than 30 seconds to make a plan. With determination and likely ill advised bravery, honed over two plus years of fighting monsters–human and supernatural alike–he turns on the radio scanner in the SUV and assesses the unassuming old warehouse for a good entry point.

*****

When he finds Derek, he almost cries when Derek looks up from where he’s sagged against a crumbling wall, a complicated mix of emotions playing across his face. Derek chokes out “Stiles?” and despite the confusion in his voice, hearing his name from Derek’s mouth again is incredible.

Stiles takes in the room as he walks through it, a standard villain’s lair except for the heavy chains bolted to the walls, floor, and disturbingly, the ceiling. And the IVs filled with what Stiles assumes is a wolfsbane solution, considering there’s one in Derek’s arm. Anger and relief swirl around in his brain as he moves to Derek’s side, pulling the IV from his arm with disgusted satisfaction.

He’s restrained, but thankfully only by heavy leather cuffs–laced with more wolfsbane, judging by the reddened skin on Derek’s wrists. Stiles takes Derek’s hands, one at a time, removing the cuffs carefully and tossing them away.

“Hey, Der,” he says, cupping Derek’s face with one hand and resting the other on his shoulder. “Not quite the reunion we were planning, big guy, but we need to get the hell out of here, okay?”

Derek is worryingly quiet, eyes glassy from the drugs in his system, a look of shock and something like awe on his face. “Hey,” Stiles pats Derek’s cheek, not willing to slap him to awareness while he’s been so abused. “Derek, we need to go, are you with me?” His thumb traces Derek’s cheek as he pleads and tries to calculate how far he can carry Derek before he can’t anymore. “Der, c’mon, let’s go, c’mon. Please.”

Derek closes his eyes tightly for a second, and when he opens them again they’re clearer. Stiles fights the urge to sag against him in relief, but it’s a near thing.

“Yeah,” Derek says, voice raw (Stiles willfully ignores the knowledge that that means Derek’s likely been screaming for long hours, over however many days). “Yeah, I’m with you. I’m with you. Let’s go.”

Stiles breathes out heavily and gratefully, standing to help pull Derek off the floor. Derek stumbles, the wolfsbane making his movements unsteady, but Stiles catches him. He drapes Derek’s arm over his shoulder, gripping his forearm firmly and wrapping his free arm around Derek’s middle. They both hold on to each other tightly.

They make it into the hallway just as a team of FBI agents run down it in the opposite direction. Stiles is grateful for the vest Rafael had given him to wear, as not a single agent gives him a second glance.

Derek grips Stiles’ shirt as they struggle down the dim corridor, Stiles pulls him closer in response, taking more of his weight as Derek slips. He’d had to leave Derek once, and it had torn him apart; he wouldn’t be leaving him again.

They just had to get to Rafael’s car, then Stiles could get them both far away from this nightmare. Mr McCall will understand.

A road trip should give Derek time to recover, give them time to reconnect, to decide what to do next. Plus, it sounded like a much better reunion story; they deserved a kinder story.

Originally posted by dyjanobrien

DEH 10.5.17

-general-

  • OH MY GOD HERE WE GO
  • So there was the obc except for larry/michael park who was understudied by Asa Somers
  • Mike looks at individuals in the audience, he speaks to them specifically
  • i think Will uses this technique where you look at the back of the heads of people/back of the theatre, its used for speaking to the whole theatre 
  • and can i just say, will does NOT get enough credit for his entire performance, while yes his comedic timing and stuff are AMAZING, he cries while on stage and brings a lot of emotion that i did NOT expect but it was so good
  • Ben kinda does both, god his voice is so good, its so much better irl if thats even possible
  • connor has a braided leather bracelet
  • If mike says that he’s not a strong singer 1 more time im gonna cut a bitch
    • his voice is so clear and he hits every note perfectly
  • dude. the sets are so pretty ughgugh
  • Mike Faist is a beautiful human like. pictures dont do him justice man, he looks good in them but irl hes like. !!! wtf hes so pretty
  • bens outfit changes are so quick how does he even do that wtf
  • LISTEN TO ME DO NOT SELL YOUR TICKETS BC THERES AN UNDERSTUdY

-act 1-

  • after connor says fuck you to zoe ,, mike gives laura a teeny tiny smile right before he puts his head down 
  • oh my god speaking of smiles the are you high smile is SO FUNNY
  • the part in waving through a window where theres the break and then the 
    “ON THE OUTSIDE ALWAYS LOOKING IN”? that is so powerful irl like. dude the sound vibrates through you and its so good
  • connor tries waving to evan during waving through a window but evan didn’t see, im fine this is fine
  • I started crying during waving through a window and I didnt stop till after the end of the show
  • Evan starts crying during writing the letter and he also doesnt stop
  • sincerly me has so many pretty harmonies
  • JARED SAID IT, HE SAID IT INSTEAD OF HOT I LOST IT
  • KiNkY
  • Zoe bounces her leg and bites her nails
  • Evan bites his nails, fiddles with his shirt, scratches at his palm, and picks at his fingers
  • the actors bring so much to the characters its so good!! its so good omg
  • AFTER SINCERLY ME FINISHES AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT CONNOR FLIPS OFF THE AUDIENCE ITS SO FUNNY
  • all you gotta DO
  • i could see the cellist from where i was sitting and she was rocking out to sincerly me and mouthing along it was great
  • right before requiem zoe like, rushes over to the letters after holding back and pushing cynthia away, its so deperate and powerful oh lord
  • okay so Asa brings so much to the role of larry, from what ive heard Michael is very stoic all the time but Asa like, is just really tired of life more than anything. 
  • Asa’s Larry for sure isnt a good guy but hes not the bad guy either. He fucks up as a parent for sure, and what he did to connor was not okay but like… man he does care even if he tries not to show it
  • during you will be found larry breaks down, he starts crying oof it broke my heart
  • Ben Platt is so good, his emotions are so raw, fuck, 

-act 2-

  • so, you and zoe,, ?? 
  • OH WHAT A NICE GLOVE
  • to break in a glove is so funny and sad at the same time
  • larrys voice breaks on “or if you’re tryna do whats best”
  • and he yells the next part, hes like on the brink of tears
  • Sincerly me reprise is a fucking bop and connor looks mildly uncomfortable about how many kids end up sucking dick for meth
  • we all know it but WILLS LAUGH IS A BLESSING
  • nYehHEHHeHEHhE
  • its so funny holy shit
  • YES THE INSANELY COOL !!! JARED KLIENMAN
  • a part of the saucy friendship we had ;)
  • i like the choreography for the reprise too its kinda different from sincerly me ??
  • larry drinks bourbon and some expensive looking wine
  • jared invites evan to his party with lots of alcohol like. he makes a big fucking deal out of the alcohol
  • ok so after the scene where jared accuses evan of having connors death be the best thing thats ever happened to him, jared storms off and evan kinda lingers after him on stage for a solid 30 seconds before being pulled away by zoe
  • evan starts dressing more and more like connor till theyre in almost the same outfit
  • evan has funyuns stashed away in his little headrest storage thing
  • after only us zoe kisses his and they lay down and wowie some things are heavily implied there
  • oh god so when heidi is at the murphys house and evan finds out he shrinks into himself so much 
  • will screams FUCK YOU EVAN, ASSHOLE with so much emotion in his voice you could feel everyone react
  • jared like, stomps his foot and screams silently during good for you, he starts crying and you wont see it if you dont look for it but man. that fucked me up.
  • heidi crys so much
  • okay so during the did you fall or did you let go connor yells at him almost as if he’s angry

  • during the finale ben seems like hes talking to everyone who’s ever wanted to kill themselves and it. Made me CRY
  • this is such a lifechanging show holy shit
The Doctor’s & Clara’s romance

I’ve made a little compilation of all the notable Whouffle and Whouffaldi moments over the seasons, along with my thoughts and theories:

Their relationship was set up as romance right from the very beginning with these words, because it becomes obvious right away that Clara might be romantically interested in the Doctor by hinting at future snogging. I don’t believe that she immediately jumped him, but she let him know from the beginning that she wasn’t uninterested. 

Let’s jump to “The Crimson Horror” where Eleven and Clara pose as husband and wife and they both convinced Mrs Gilliflower, a woman who is anything but stupid. In fact, they both seem to enjoy it, too.

I always like to believe that the end of “Nightmare in Silver” is the moment Eleven realizes that he fancies Clara because he notices her on a physical level. Besides, the conversation Mr Clever had with Clara in which “the Doctor” confesses his love to Clara is probably based on the Doctor’s own thoughts to which Mr Clever had access at that moment, but Clara saw through it and knew that the Doctor would never admit it.

When Clara suggests that she needs a boyfriend for Christmas dinner Eleven was excited. He actually believed that she was serious for a moment and he was more than happy to be her boyfriend, yet at the same time he was a bit worried that he might disappoint Clara. It was Eleven who was disappointed when he realized that Clara wasn’t actually serious.

Unfortunately they never really got to explore that part of their relationship because he got stranded on Trenzalore and later regenerated.

Matt Smith has confirmed that Clara was sort of his girlfriend while Jenna said in an interview or during a panel that Clara realized she was in love with him during the regeneration.


The rest is under a cut because it’s long:

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anonymous asked:

So I get it what happened was scary but he's in mexico which is so far away from the UK I feel like he's taking this way too personally considering the chances of anything happening to him are basically at zero. He should have taken this time to bring positivity not to cry the entire time and rush through songs or he should have just cancelled.

It doesn’t matter that he is in Mexico and the attack happened in the UK. People naturally are going to be fearful for a while. I’m not sure if Harry actually is afraid for his safety right now, I would hope not. But just like what happened with Christina Grimmie, people are going to be on edge and thinking about what might be coming next. You can’t blame Harry for that.

If Harry is emotional after a tragedy, let him be emotional. He, like many people from the UK and around the world, are still mourning. He has worked personally with Ariana and given her a song before. A lot of her fans are also fans of the boys. We already know one of the girls that has passed away was a huge fan of louis especially. Manchester is where Harry grew up because it was so close to Cheshire and that’s where people his age could go see concerts and hang out. Harry and the boys have played shows in Manchester. Manchester and the fans there mean a lot to him.

There are so many reasons Harry can be taking this especially hard, and for you to tell him how you think he should be acting is so ridiculous. He tried his best to bring positivity by saying be a lover. He tried to bring positivity by doing a show where all proceeds go to charity. He tried to bring positivity by singing his songs and performing even when he would probably rather be home with his family.

And it’s funny that you say he should have cancelled because I know if he did, people like you would be down his throat for it. Talking about how he’s selfish and the show was or charity and he should have just done the show anyway. Harry did his best tonight and put as much emotion and love into the show as he possibly could have and honestly fuck you for trying to twist this into something negative where Harry didn’t do a good enough job.

tl;dr Harry tried his best which was more than anyone should be asking for right now and we should be grateful he is safe and able to still do shows where donations are made to charity. Harry has such a big heart, I’m sorry you don’t understand that concept.

English Is Hard, Okay?! Langst Prompt Fill

For the anon who wanted a story where Lance had a hard time speaking English and the paladins teasing him for it.


Lance walked into the kitchen one morning with dark circles under his eyes. He trudged over to get a bowl and began filling it with food goo.

“You look like shit, Lance” Keith teased, trying to egg Lance into one of their normal fights. The other paladins ignored the banter, used to the Red and Blue paladins fighting.

“Yeah, I know. I don’t feel like fighting today, Keith, sorry,” Lance said, trying to get his food goo and leave as quickly as possible.

Keith frowned. Lance wasn’t playing along.
Usually this kind of stuff cheered the Blue paladin right up!

“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? I was just teasing, you just look a little tired,” Keith said, trying, again, to lighten the mood.

“No, you know what Keith? I didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed I woke up in the wrong fucking bed after a dream where I had to watch my family die!

And I can’t even know if they’re actually alive because I’m not even in the same fucking galaxy as them and I didn’t want to fight and I thought I made that clear when I literally told you I didn’t want to but obviously I was wrong.

Hopefully I made it clear this time so I can go eat in my room and nobody will bother me,” Lance said calmly. The lack of emotion in his voice was unnerving. He took his bowl, grabbed a spoon, and left the room.

The other paladins glanced at each other with wide eyes as they watched the usually energetic and fun paladin walk off to his room.

Keith ate the rest of his meal with his head down, and nobody dared to break the tense silence.

After breakfast everyone broke off to work on their own projects or do whatever they needed until group training.

A few hours later, everyone was waiting in the training room for Lance. He walked in about ten minutes late, dressed in workout clothes the castle provided. He stared silently at the ground as Allura began to lecture him on his tardiness.

Training began with a few warm up laps around the room.

Lance visibly pulled himself together and worked a smile onto his face.

He nudged Pidge as he passed her, and high fives Shiro as he passed him.

Lance always enjoyed this portion of training since he was undeniably the fastest paladin (without their lions anyway).

When they slowed to a stop after five laps, Allura directed everyone to different parts of the room to work on things each were bad at.

Lance was shown the middle of the room, to fight close range with the gladiator. Hunk gave Lance a sympathetic glance.

Lance fought the gladiator for almost two hours. The other paladins had been allowed a break when they managed to finish whatever task they were given, but Lance had been at a stalemate with the damn gladiator.

The blue paladin began to slow down due to exhaustion, and the gladiator got in one well placed hit before it shut down.

Lance plopped himself down on a bench with the rest of the paladins as Allura and Coran talked.

Shiro leaned forward to look at Lance, whose eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall.

“Hey, you did good, buddy,” Shiro said, knowing that Lance had worked harder than any of them had that day.

Lance opened his eyes at the praise. He was sure he was going to get scolded for losing, and a smile worked it’s way onto his face.

“Thanks, Shiro. You did really well too. Hunk, you were really awesome with that thing you were running on.”

Pidge barked out a short burst of laughter.

“What was Hunk running on, again, Lance?” Pidge asked, barely concealed laughter coloring her voice.

“Um the thing where the ground moves so you can run in place?” Lance explained, frowning.

“Oh my god, Lance doesn’t know what a treadmill is!” Pidge shouted, cackling.

Her laughter prompted everyone but Lance to laugh along with her. Everyone had needed a laugh after a tense morning and a hard workout.

The laughter died down and Hunk looked over to see that Lance had tears in his eyes and his muscles were tensed.

“Hey, Lance, buddy, you alright?” Hunk asked, drawing the team’s attention.

Lance shook his head.

“I know it’s stupid and you guys think I’m stupid but it’s really fucking hard sometimes. I never learned the damn word.

Just like I don’t know what half the stuff Hunk and Pidge are talking about because I learned science and engineering and math in Cuba. In SPANISH.

I have to translate everything I’m thinking into a different fucking language because I grew up with no English at all!

And when I got to the Garrison I had to deal with people’s bullshit on my accent and how I couldn’t speak English correctly and I thought you guys didn’t care about stuff like that but maybe I just hadn’t messed up yet!

I’m sorry I suck at English and I forgot what a fucking treadmill is, but I promise you, I didn’t forget because I’m stupid. I remembered what to say in Spanish.

I’m sorry if my explanation wasn’t good enough, but I’m pretty sure you guys wouldn’t have understood it if I told you Hunk was running on a cinta de correr!!!” Lance yelled, taking a few deep breaths as he finished ranting.

Lance stood there, fuming for a few moments, tears openly streaming down his face. Everyone stared in shock, unsure what to make of Lance’s outburst.

The blue paladin waited for someone to say something, and when no-one did he bolted from the room, eyes wide and terrified.

Hunk ran after him after a moment. He knew exactly where his best friend would be.


Thanks for this prompt! Hope you like it! I’m thinking of posting a part two?