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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Three Is The Magic Number

That's obviously a lie

Tech x fem!reader x Crosshair (one shot)

SMUT 18+ Minors DNI NSFW

Warnings: Pure Smut/PiV/ PiA/Double Penetration/Cunnilingus/Fingering V and A/Blowjob/Male Masturbation/ Voyourism/Dirty Talk/Praise Kink/Sub Reader/Soft-Dom Tech and Crosshair/ Double Creampie/Tiny bit of fluff

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Author's comment:

Yes, this is pure unapologetic filth. Dirty, dirty dirty. Just pure horny stuff with these two hunks. And I'm not sorry about it. No plot just porn. There is no clonecest, just two guys banging the same gal at once.

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Your heart was beating up to your neck, you couldn't for the life of you remember why you got into this. Oh yes, actually you did, because you were fucking horny and way too brave for your own good.

When you'd been sitting outside by the fire cuddling with Tech and Crosshair had joined you, everything had been relaxed and normal. At first.

But while you were sitting there, he had moved closer and closer, until at some point he was sitting so close that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. Tech had given him a questioning look and Crosshair had asked, "Would you be willing to share your sweetie for a night?"

To your surprise, Tech had responded perfectly calmly, as usual, and hadn't immediately declined.

"What do you think cyare? Are you up for it?"

You were far from sure you had understood the whole thing correctly.

"For what, exactly?" you inquired uncertainly.

Crosshair's fingers slid deftly and gently over your exposed shoulder because your shirt had slipped a little.

Goosebumps spread down your spine.

"To being pleasured by two men in one night," Crosshair declared, kissing your shoulder.

The simple touch set your mind on fire, immediately your thoughts went crazy, imagining the wildest things. Who doesn't dream of being pleasured by two such wonderful men? But was Tech really okay with that?

You looked at him uncertainly.

"Would you really be okay with that?"

He shrugged with a wry smile.

"I've honestly always wanted to see someone pleasure you. But of course I won't just be a spectator, not all the time anyway. I want to give you everything that makes you happy, if that includes having a second man participate in our lovemaking, that's something I clearly can't handle on my own."

And now here you were, sitting on your bed, completely naked. Tech had sat down in an armchair near the bed and was looking at you admiringly. Crosshair was standing right next to the bed, giving you a sly little smirk.

"We should agree on a safeword, if it gets too much for you Cyare, all you have to do is say it and we'll stop", Tech suggested.

You nodded slowly, it sounded reasonable as you had no idea if you were really up to what was coming.

"Marauder?" you suggested questioningly.

The two men agreed.

"Marauder, it is then." Spoke Crosshair and was about to lean over you when Tech said, "Wait, a few more rules."

The Sniper sighed, straightened up again and waited.

Tech determined, "You don't kiss her on the mouth, otherwise you may kiss her anywhere. And you may not cum in her, at least not in her pussy, that is solely my territory"

The way he talked about you, how he claimed you to be his was turning you on already.

Crosshair nodded with another sigh then asked, "What about her ass? Can I cum in her ass?"

"My what?" you asked quietly a little startled.

"Your tush," Crosshair returned, gently but firmly pinching one of your butt cheeks „Why do you think you've gotten all prepared for us, hmm?“

Heat rose in your cheeks and ears. This was definitely new territory.

"Listen, if you really don't want something, you say Marauder, the safeword, understand?" explained Tech again.

You nodded slowly.

Crosshair looked at you urgently, "Everything else we consider part of the love game. So ONLY Marauder counts as no or stop, understand?"

Again you nodded, that was pretty simple and kind of exciting.

"To answer your question" Tech said turning to Crosshair "You can cum in her ass if she lets you, that's fine with me".

His words made you nervous and at the same time you felt moist heat creeping between your thighs.

Tech reached into a drawer in your nightstand and pulled out some things he had deposited there without your knowledge, for the appropriate occasion.

"You'll probably need these."

It was lube and various anal plugs. Obviously meant to prepare you for him.

This was going to be interesting.

Crosshair accepted the items and laid them on the bed next to you first.

Tech came over to kiss you softly, chasing your tounge with his, lovingly cupping your face with his hands, before he retreated back to his armchair to watch.

"Be a good girl, my sweet Cyare," he spoke with a gentle smile.

You nodded devotedly, wanting to please him, wanting to please both of them.

"Come here," Crosshair murmured with a grin, grabbing your legs and pulling you to the edge of the bed with a jerk.

"Put your legs up," he said to you, guiding you with his hands until you were sitting wide open with your legs spread and your feet on the metal edge of the bed.

"Lie nice and still like that, Kitten."

Tech changed his sitting position to be able to see what Crosshair was doing to you. The Sniper's long fingers settled on your womanhood and he grinned.

"You're already wet"

Your face glowed with shame and arousal.

He kissed your legs, along the inside of your thighs.

"Sweet, soft skin" he murmured as his mouth kept moving toward the heat between your thighs.

His long fingers deftly parted your moist folds, exposing access to your clit, and in the next second, his mouth descended on the swollen pearl.

A outright scream escaped your mouth, startled, aroused, excited.

Crosshair's tongue and lips were incredible, warm, soft and firm, fast and determined. His lips sucked your clit while his tongue massaged at the same time. Within seconds your thighs began to tremble and your abdomen to tense. A hot glow built up in your twitching pussy, clenching around nothing.

You turned your head a little and saw Tech, he had taken off his armor and was wearing only his blacks, just like Crosshair. He had his pants pulled down a bit and his cock in his fist, working it slowly while he watched Crosshair work your pearl.

You were distracted and let out a startled moan as you felt Crosshair's fingers rubbing over your rear entrance, spreading lub. He murmured against your clit, "Good girl, stay relaxed."

Slowly he applied pressure with his finger to the small hole between your buns and finally penetrated through the tight ring of muscle, eliciting a small excited whimper from you. It felt new, exciting, a bit unusual but surprisingly hot, especially in the context of his mouth on your clit.

"Oh this won't take me long," you said breathlessly.

Tech laughed softly, "Cyare, you're going to have to hold out for quite a while today, maybe we should make a tally sheet for the orgasms."

"She clearly likes my finger in her tush, right Kitten?"

"Yeah," you mewled softly.

"I told you she'd be into it" Crosshair said triumphantly.

He moved his finger up your ass and applied more pressure to your clit, sucking on it, letting his tongue dance over the little bundle of nerves. Your hips jerked up, uncontrollably, as your climax took you abruptly and by surprise, with a little yelp.

"Number one" Tech said contentedly with a smile "Such a good girl".

Crosshair helped you through the climax before letting go of you and saying, "Indeed, a good girl, so compliant and pretty"

The words tickled your nerve endings, made your heart flutter.

"The most beautiful of them all," Tech confirmed.

Your face was glowing again, your femininity tingling, you liked those praises, especially when they said it and how they said it.

"Now, let's go ahead and make some preparations so I can fuck that gorgeous ass".

You bit your lower lip nervously as Crosshair took one of the medium anal plugs, rubbed it with lub and finally gently placed it on your anus.

"Relax my little Kitten" he said softly "I'm going to be gentle, slow, take your time".

Hearing Crosshair speak so softly was unusual and somehow incredibly sexy and exciting. You relaxed as best you could, feeling him slowly applying pressure and the tight hole gradually stretching as the plug, ever so slowly advanced into your ass.

"Fuck," you moaned breathlessly.

"You okay?", Tech wanted to know anxiously.

"Yeah... it's just .... it feels so big... it doesn't hurt yet... but it feels like... so... so much," you stammered out as Crosshair continued to advance with the plug.

He played around a bit, pulling it back a bit, sliding it back in and his mouth suddenly went back to your pearl, the thumb of his other hand gently teasing the entrance of your pussy. The trifecta of stimulation made you see stars.

"Haaangh... Cross... gonna cum again...."

He chuckled at your clit, sending vibrating waves into your body. At the same moment Crosshair sank the plug inside you to the hilt, another climax rolled over you, tingling through your body, buzzing in your slit.

By now you were so wet that Crosshairs thumb, still playing with your wet entrance, was making squelching noises.

"Number two, Cyare, you're doing marvelously," Tech, who was suddenly standing next to you, praised you.

He knelt on the bed right next to your head, his grithy, hard manhood hovering just above your lips.

"Be a good girl and tease me a little, will you?"

His hand went under your head, lifting it slightly to make your job easier. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a little higher. Your tongue ran along his hard length, twitching over his tip, making him jerk and moan softly.

"Good girl, that's nice, keep going" he demanded gently.

You did as you were told, kissing and licking his length, softly sucking on his tip.

"Fuck," he cursed softly, "I really want your little pussy."

"Then fuck me, Tech" you said hoarsely with excitement, giving his tip a small, teasing kiss.

Crosshair grinned in satisfaction, he had his cock out by now as well. They were about the same size, only Crosshair was veinier than Tech.

Tech lay down on the bed and asked you to sit on him. You were only too happy to comply, swinging yourself over him, lining up your dripping pussy with his cock and slowly lowering yourself onto it. He moaned beneath you and you moaned as well. You sank down until he was completely engulfed in you. The feeling was overwhelming, you felt so incredibly full with the plug in your ass and his cock in your pussy.

Slowly you began to roll and rock your hips on his cock, making you both whimper. Your hands braced on his chest to stay balanced. You looked down, saw him deftly adjusting his goggles, and felt your heart melt. Tech was so incredibly cute and hot and he didn't even know it. The first time you had sex, you had to keep reassuring him that you were really attracted to him, poor baby. But by now, thanks to you, he was much more confident.

Crosshair appeared at your side, reached under your chin and turned your head towards him. You looked up at him, at the face with the serious golden brown eyes that now had a sly glint in them.

"Be a good girl, suck my cock".

Pressing your tongue outstretched against the underside of his cock, you closed your lips around his tip. You moaned around his cock as Tech's deft fingers found your clit and stimulated it in perfect, circular motions.

Crosshair moaned hoarsely, feeling the vibration of your moan against his hard cock.

"Fuck, that feels good Kitten, taste that cock that's about to be in your ass".

You moaned again at his words, expectant and nervous at the same time. Tech worked your pearl so intensely that you were already close to the edge again. His free hand kneaded your breasts and played with your nipples, gently yet challengingly. Your mind was completely befuddled and swimming in arousal.

Your thighs trembled with tension as you worked Crosshair's cock with your mouth and Tech pushed you over the edge. You couldn't help it, having to release your mouth from Crosshair to groan breathlessly as your body jerked from the renewed orgasm.

"Number three" Crosshair said "About time I get my hands on your sweet ass before you collapse".

As Crosshair climbed onto the bed behind you, you did get a little nervous.

Tech who saw your expression said calmly, somewhat breathlessly, "You know the safeword, relax, nothing bad can happen to you"

You bent forward with your torso and he wrapped his arms around you, bucking his hips upwards and into you a few times, making you whimper, before holding still to give Crosshair time to do his thing.

Crosshair, grabbed the flat end of the plug and slowly pulled it out, making a smacking sound. You twitched briefly, it felt strange now that the toy was no longer inside you. But the tight hole between your buns wouldn't stay empty for long. Crosshair rubbed his hard cock with copious amounts of lub, pressing his tip onto the ring of muscle stretched slightly by the plug.

An expectant shiver ran through your body.

Finally you felt him apply more pressure and slowly enter you. Crosshair was bigger than the plug, not extreme but enough that you felt it.

"Fuck... oh... that's... that's a lot," you stammered.

And it really was. Crosshair pulled himself together, pushing slowly, giving you time. He was breathing heavily, your tight hole stretched so tightly around him that he couldn't wait to pound you until you whimpered and moaned.

When he was finally completely sunken into you, he paused.

"There you go... good girl" he praised you a bit breathlessly "Taking me all in, what a sight".

You were already panting and sweating, as Tech began to buck his hips up into you again and Crosshair startesd moving aswell. It was a little bumpy at first, but they soon found a common rhythm that kept building until the entire room was filled with your moans and the sound of bare skin slapping bare skin.

The feeling of the two in you was indescribable, you felt so full, everything tingled and buzzed in your abdomen. The increasingly hard ryhtm was challenging, especially for your virgin behind, but it surprisingly felt fantastic. Yes it hurt a little, but hardly noticeably, the arousal prevailed and Tech's fingers were again nimble and deft in supporting you as he caressed your swollen, yearning pearl.

Crosshair slammed into you, his hips smacking on your bare ass in a wild rhythm.

Tech still bucking up into you, holding you with both arms, one hand on the back of your head, his mouth on your ear, whispering breathless, panting praises to you; "Good girl, so wonderful, so compliant, I love you".

It was so overwhelming, just too much, you were already swirling towards a climax again, barely able to catch your breath, your eyes watering. It was fantastic but you wouldn't last long. Every muscle in your body seemed to tremble as the tingling sensation in your center swept you along again. Your upper body went limp on Tech and you moaned, completely spent.

Shortly after, you felt Tech come inside you, pumping his seed into you, and he whispered to you how proud he was of you.

Crosshair followed shortly after, another violent thrust eliciting a yelp from you and he paused inside you, moaning, his cock pulsing, finally spurting his load into the tight hole between your buns.

You were wet with sweat, barely able to move, feeling the semen of the two men dripping down your body.

Croshair gently pulled you down from Tech. Together the men cleaned the bed and you, gently and caringly. Finally you found yourself lying on clean sheets between the two of them. Crosshair snuggled up to you from behind, Tech in front of you. You sighed tiredly and contentedly, enjoying the warmth of them both, safe and protected.

"You were amazing Cyare," Tech whispered softly, kissing your forehead.

Crosshair kissed your shoulder and said softly, " Incredible, little Kitten".

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pedropascalssimp · 4 years

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Confessions on Cloud city

Mando x reader

Summary: when the crest breaks down on the system of cloud city, y/n and din finally realize how much they mean to one another

Warnings: fluff

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You let your eye's wander across the clean white room, taking in how comfortable and large the bed was compared to the old small excuse for one you usually slept on. As you walk further in the room taking in the beauty of the pinkish, peach colored clouds outside the big window.

You've seen more planet's then any other being in the galaxy, but cloud city was by far the most beautiful one you've ever seen yet. Although your fellow companion, the mandalorian, didn't quite enjoy the place like you did, that's why he said he would fix the crest (which had broken down) in the morning then you both would be gone in a flash.

You torn around, a little grin on your face as you look at the beskar clad man. The orange hue from the setting sun reflects on the silver of his armor. "you can take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor" his distorted voice broke the settling silence that had fallen in the room.

You roll your eyes at the man, "like I'm going to let you sleep in the floor," you playfully punch his shoulder before waltzing over toward the bed, flopping down on it with a deep content sigh, "we can both sleep on the bed, as long as you don't kick me or still the blankets" you say, looking up in time to see the way his head snaps toward you, his hands began to discreetly fidget - well try to do it discreetly. But you saw and can't help but smile at the man.

He was just so adorable, funny seeing as to how he was a cold blooded bounty hunter, but he was adorable. The way you could just tell he was flustered when you compliment him, or how he starts fidgeting when you wrap an arm around his waist when walking through a unknown town. Or when you would gently place a kiss on the back of his hand in more peaceful and quiet moments of zooming around in space....

You honestly had fallen in love with Mando the moment you both met all those years ago on tatooine, when he had practically saved you from the horrid tuskin raiders. And you had thought he felt the same way, but when you dwelled on it for to long he'd push you away harshly, locking himself up in his room on the crest. Leaving you feeling alone and utterly heartbroken.

"you don't mind sharing a bed with me? It doesn't make you feel... Uncomfortable?" he asks, although his voice was disguised by his helmet you could hear the nervousness dripping from his voice.

"does it make you uncomfortable?" you retort with a grin, watching how he scratches at the back of his neck.

"no..." was his mumbled short reply.

"well then pick you're desired side and make yourself comfortable" you spoke cheerfully as you stand from the bed and walk over toward the window, looking out at the infinite world of clouds. Slowly turning darker and more of a dark purple and lavender as the sun descends from the sky.

"I'll take the left, it's closer to the door in case something happens" he said from behind you. Turning around you spot him seated on the edge of the bed.

"I'm going to go change into something more lighter to sleep in instead of these heavy pants and dirty shirt" you announced. Already looking through the small bag you always had slung over your shoulder, pulling out a clean t-shirt and shorts of some sorts. Then heading towards the brown curtain hanging over the washroom threshold.

Once inside you clean yourself a bit and put on the clean clothes, walking out when done seeing that the sun was gone and the room was dark, not completely dark to where you was walking into things, but dark enough to where you couldn't quite see. Like how you could make out Mando's silhouette on the bed, but for some odd reason he didn't look as... Armored.

"why is it so dark in here?" you questioned as you half blindingly make it back to the bed, sitting on the edge on the right side as Mando doesn't speak. This peaks your interest as you pull your legs onto the bed and fully face mando, who had his back pressed against the headboard. "I know you're usually quiet mando but you're never this quiet, what's up?" you ask, knowing that something must have been bothering him because the way he hadn't stopped fidgeting nor spoken since earlier.

"I can trust you, it's dark in here so you can't see" your heart skipped a beat, a excitement settling deep inside your fluttering heart as you look at the dark shadowy figure of Mando, his voice natural, deep and smooth. He didn't have his helmet on, and when you blindly scoot your hand around on the bed between you both, you felt the soft skin of his hand. He flinched away at first, but soon let you delicately take his hand in yours.

"I was slightly worried you'd try and sleep in the beskar, I know it must be uncomfortable" you try and make your voice sound as if you wasn't about to burst with love. But that's hard when the man you've loved for years was finally bare and vulnerable in front of your eye's, even if you couldn't see him.

"it's not as bad as some think, but it does get hot and I intend on getting a goods night sleep so I can fix the crest early." he said, you couldn't seem to get enough of his unfiltered voice, the sound beautiful and overall soothing. You wanted to hear him talk all night.

"would you find weird if I - if I touched you're face?" you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks. But you couldn't help but ask the question, this moment was something you thought only would happen in your dreams. But here you are.

Instead of answering you, he takes your hand that was already in his and brings it up to cup his cheek, and you can't help the smile that blooms on your face when you felt little prickly hairs on your palm. You then slowly trail your hand down towards his neck, your other hand trailing over his forehead, the tip of your finger slowly dragging down the Devine shape of his nose, then finally his lips. A small smile tugging at his chapped yet soft lips as you find yourself lost in this handsome man.

"you're absolutely beautiful" you whisper, the hand you held on his neck begins slowly running through his soft hair.

"how do you know if you can't even see me?" his voice sounded so insecure and vulnerable that your heart was soaring for the man, but as you slowly lean closer to him, sitting on your knees in front of the man, you bring both hands to cup his cheeks, your thumb rubbing delicately at his bottom lip.

"I don't need to see you to know you're beautiful mando, I've always thought you was beautiful, but after feeling every single dip, curve and slope of you're face, I know you're beautiful" you muttered with a little smile. And before your mind could register what was happening, Mando placed a hand on your neck bringing you in for a gentle kiss, his lips moving against yours in a slow dance filled with love and longing.

You let out a little sigh into the kiss, melting against his soft touch, the way his warm lips fit against yours like two puzzle pieces, his little mustache tickling you, it was perfect. But As he slowly starts to pull away, his lips just barely ghosting over yours, he smiles.

"my names din djarin." he muttered, more like panted as he leans his forehead against yours.

"din... A beautiful name for a beautiful man" you say with a grin spreading across your face. And he laughs, his nose bumping against yours as he does so.

"you're always such a flirt y/n" he murmurs, smile still wide, and you close your eye's Relishing in this moment, his warm skin against yours, lips still barely touching your own. This was definitely a dream come true.

"only with you..."

"always cliché as well" he chuckles and you giggle.

"you better stop picking fun at me and get some sleep so you can fix that hunk of junk" you say reffuring to his beloved ship.

He pulls away from you and scoots down the bed, laying down and jerking you down with him so your head rests on his chest, his heart beat sounding so wonderful under you head. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head

"call my ship a 'hunk of junk' one more time and I'll kick you to the curb" he jokes, and you giggle. Eye's feeling heavy as you close them, all those nights of restlessness catching up to you, and when he yawns you know he's in the same predicament.

"goodnight y/n..." he muttered, voice raspy and low as he was on the brink of falling asleep.

"goodnight din" you whisper back, and just as you feel your mind going blank and the arms of sleep embrace you, you heard his last words.

"I love you"

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A/n: I wrote this before I completely just stop writing all together, at least for the time being, until I learn how to deal with a wave of depression I don't think will ever go away. I wrote this a while ago, just never posted it. But I decided I'd post one more imagine before I isolate myself from the world.

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orbitariums · 4 years

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the man out of time | steve rogers

first ask anon asked: Omg requests are open ☺️. Time Traveler reader meets Steve in the 40s. Steve and her hit it off but she skips around time and just doesn't want to stay, even though she really likes Steve. She goes back to modern time and bumps into Steve again. They are both super confused so they talk to each other again, they still like each other and he ends up learning of her powers and it all makes sense. Sorry for the long paragraph hehe. Hope you are well! 💌 -first ask anon

note: i was sooo fucking excited to write this it just took me a little while!!! of course this request would be your lovely idea first ask anon!! this might not be historically accurate but it is what it is. it's cute n fluffy n funny i hope y'all enjoy :)))

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the man out of time | steve rogers + reader

You were really just trying to go back a few years. But your time travel powers worked a little too well. Like, you were fully in another decade - your existence hadn't even been a thought at this point in time. And yet, here you were, decked out in a rockabilly swing dress that you didn't even own. Apparently with time traveling came the plus of looking culturally relevant. Never mind the fact that you didn't know where you were, and didn't know anybody here. At the very least, you knew how to get back. But it would be too dangerous to try going back to the present until a few hours had passed.

So for those few hours, you would be here - in this crowded dance hall, where many were gathered for some type of party. It seemed to be an important party though, because there were lots of people in uniform walking around and many important looking women and men. You remembered that you were, of course, in the 40s, during World War II. Did this mean you were a part of history? Shivers ran down your spine at the thought.

You were leaning against the wall just observing your surroundings, taking it all in. Even if you hadn't meant to get here, that didn't make it any less interesting. A bit stressful? Yes. But your thirst for knowledge, which got you labeled "mad scientist" in your hometown (though really you were just a bookish girl with an insatiable need to know and learn more), overran all your nervous thoughts.

They could only hold you back. You wanted to know so much - to ask questions, socialize, even explore. But you decided that just watching was your best option. You didn't want to cause a glitch in the matrix by talking to someone and running the risk of changing the outcome of history as we know it.

So you were minding your business, leaning against the wall with your foot settled on the wall behind you, gazing around the room. Gazing at history. For years you had only seen this era in black and white, now it was fully blooming in color. It was such a marvel to see.

A deep voice caught you off guard as a man sidled up next to you,

"Parties aren't your scene either, huh?"

Naturally, you responded, because that was your first instinct, forgetting that you weren't supposed to talk to anyone. Still gently gazing out at the crowd of people in front of you, you responded, a distracted smile on your red painted lips,

"You could say that."

You turned to face the man, about to excuse yourself just so you could refrain from talking to him (because again, "possible glitch in the matrix!" your brain screamed at you). And as you turned to face him, it was like his body appeared before his face. He was huge, hulkish, even, almost unnaturally so. His shirt buttons were nearly popping off, and your eyes were doing the same. But his body couldn't possibly be any comparison to his face, his existence.

You doubled back, having to refrain the potential wild reaction of throwing your hand over your lips. Still, you ogled at him in surprise and shock.

Earlier you had suspected that this party was for important people, but what you were seeing now wasn't near anything you could expect. Because standing in front of you now was the Captain America. As in Steve Grant Rogers, the man out of time.

Your heart was racing, and your brain had to take a few steps just to catch up with your body's reaction. Here Steve Rogers was in the flesh, someone you couldn't even imagine speaking to as regularly as this in the present. Someone you could only dream of seeing. And knowing that you were talking to Captain America had you realizing that you were genuinely a part of history. That now, whatever the word "now" meant, you existed in some little compartment in Steve Rogers' huge, not yet frozen, brain.

Was this something that should've worried you? Yes, and it did. You didn't even want to talk to a regular person, now imagine all the things that could happen with you talking to Captain America. A quick calculation in your fast running brain told you that there were endless possibilities, and not all of them were good.

But your shock and intrigue clouded your better judgment, and you were standing in front of him with nothing better to say or do, just stammering.

"Cap-Captain," you breathed out hard, nearly gasping for air. You could only imagine how stupid you must look. You suddenly wondered if your reaction made you look out of place. Then you wondered how out of place you looked to begin with, and suddenly it became a bit hotter, and the collar of your dress felt suffocating and tight. "Captain, Steve. Captain America."

You swallowed hard, and felt your eyes travel down to his nametag bearing the title "Cpt. Rogers." As if he needed one, you almost scoffed. You were somewhere between being incredibly scared and going full on geeky fangirl. You wouldn't call yourself a stan of the present day Captain America, but it was still pretty damn cool to see him, and your naturally nerdy disposition had you fascinated with the fact that you even got this chance.

Steve raised his brows, but had a smile on his face.

"That's me. It's nice to meet you," he put out his hand for you to shake and you took it, your entire body nearly trembling with some electric shock when you felt his strong hand grasp yours in a warm, friendly handshake.

"I'm... shaking your hand. Wow. This is fu-" you cut yourself off, remembering who you were talking to and the conservative nature of the time period you were in, clearing your throat. You also realized that beyond profanity, there was no way in hell you could talk how you normally would in modern times. You'd be found out, or throw everyone off. You continued, "This is amazing. I... really, I can't believe it. It's an honor to meet you."

Glancing around the room, you started to notice that there were signs indicating that this gathering was essentially, a celebration of Steve and the other soldiers. For all your smarts, you had definitely missed a huge clue of where you were.

Steve liked you already. You were a breath of fresh air. Lots of people acted over-excited to see him, but it was different with you. It was genuine, thrilling, and kind of cute. There was something about you. It wasn't off, per say, but it was almost strange, in a good way. Like you were walking around with a completely different air around you, like you didn't fit in, but somehow it worked. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Well, thank you," Steve nodded, and he glanced down at your hands, still melded together.

But it seemed you were the one who wasn't letting go, squeezing hard. He raised his brows, then looked up at your face, which gave away all he needed to know. You were transfixed, studying him, and too in it to bring yourself back to earth. All these things, though, he greeted with a warm smile and a warm heart.

You realized that you were gawking, and that you were squeezing his hand far too tight, as if you were the one with enhanced strength. You laughed nervously and dropped his hand, running your own against your forehead.

"My apologies," you murmured.

"All the same. Where are my manners, I haven't even asked you your name yet," he grinned, and you really tried quite hard not to get lost in the depth of those blue eyes, so charming and naturally friendly. But you couldn't help yourself, your eyes darting between his and blinking fast, twitterpated.

Seeing him up close really put things in perspective. He was handsome, he was Captain America, and he had talked to you for no real reason. You were now determined to find out why he came up to you before the end of the night. Then you would go back.

"I'm... Y/N."

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Y/N," Steve nodded, and you felt your cheeks go warm with blush.

You felt stupid and girlish, blushing to death in front of this hunk of a man, knowing he probably got this all the time. You pushed hair behind your ear, your eyes gazing down at the floor,

"So... how- how are things?"

You were well aware of how awkward you sounded, hyper-aware, even. But Steve found it endearing, and he liked talking to you.

"Things?" he repeated, lightly poking a bit of fun at you.

You chuckled to yourself and looked up at him, a small smirk of a smile on your face. You worked up the nerve to make eye contact with him rather than have your eyes flicker all over the place, and you let out a hefty breath through your nostrils.

"Like, life. Is what I meant," you shook your head playfully, poking fun at yourself, and Steve grinned, laughing quietly.

"I know, I'm just teasing you. That is a heavy question, though."

"Really?" you were intrigued - the part of your brain that ran nonstop wanted to know more. "How so?"

Steve shrugged,

"I guess no one really asks me that. Not these days."

You snorted,

"I can imagine it's a lot of bullshit and work all the time."

You only realized what came out of your mouth when you caught sight of Steve's face. He was a mixture of shocked, offended, and honestly? Fascinated. It didn't take your swearing for him to realize that there was something wonderfully different about you, but hearing such language just confirmed his thoughts further. And he appreciated your brutal honesty and ability to resonate with him, even if it came with language. And surprisingly, it didn't make him recoil, it pulled him in.

"Wow," Steve dragged out the word - it was all he could see, and looked at you with an impressed smile.

You bit down on your lip,

"Woops."

"You know... we should probably be dancing," Steve joked, and you shook your head playfully, but also frantically. There was no way you'd be able to keep up with this kind of dance, and you were not going to be the girl who everyone could see Steve Rogers dancing with.

"Oh no," you waved your hand warily. "I couldn't possibly. I'm— I'm a terrible dancer. Sorry."

"That was a joke. I'm not too good myself," Steve chuckled, and for a moment you were each just laughing, looking at each other, gazing into each other's eyes as if you were the only two at the event. As if Steve didn't have probably a million responsibilities just within this night. He was enjoying your presence a lot for someone he'd just met.

You folded your arms, bouncing gently on the balls of your feet and swaying back and forth,

"If you don't dance at these things, then what do you do?"

Steve brought his arm up, scratching the nape of his neck as he squinted a little in contemplation. As your eyes followed his movements, your brain blanked -- all you could spell out right now was "muscle" and "bulge." You found yourself wide-eyed, blinking harshly.

"Make speeches, be put on the spot, talk work."

"Anything fun?" you questioned, and he laughed, appreciating the challenge.

"Leave with a girl?" Steve replied, although it was more of a hopeful question.

You grinned, looking up at him. Was he seriously courting you right now? It seemed as though nothing should feel impossible to you, not when in the year of 2020 you had time traveled back to the 40s. But this felt unreal.

"And do what?" you smiled, and Steve became slightly flustered, then placing his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth. He cocked his head to the side, again replying with a question,

"We could go on a walk. Visit my favorite diner for milkshakes on me?"

You couldn't help but beam at all his suggestions, your eyes glimmering as yours locked with his. You nodded, much too calmly in comparison to the way you felt inside - inflamed and jittery. Nevermind that you had fallen into exactly what you were trying to avoid - it was a beautiful fall anyway. Besides, who would you be to turn down Captain America?

"That's just fine with me. Let's get out of here, captain," you quipped, taking the initiative and linking arms with him, feeling his strong arm wrap around yours.

Talking and walking with Steve couldn't have been any more fun. Somehow it was like you both freed yourselves, rebelling and escaping from something that didn't suit you before. You didn't know what was to come next, and you certainly hadn't expected this. Anything could happen. Although you were nervous, it was just the right amount. You were excited, you felt natural walking the streets with him, arms linked together, gazing up at him like a puppy. Just being in the presence of such greatness felt like a dream.

And Steve was just as wonderful as they made him out to be, even more. In the time you spent together, you'd learned so much about him. He was kind and bright, made you feel comfortable and safe. You pulled humor and lightheartedness out of him, made him feel comfortable. He was glad to be here with you, away from everything else. He was proud of himself for working the nerve up to talk to you, for not ignoring the fact that he was so drawn to this stranger. And it was the best decision he'd made that night.

You were each strolling down the dark streets, only lit by street lights and the dim lights that came from people's windows as they got ready for bed. It felt reassuring to know that even while you were surrounded by unfamiliarity, you could find resonance in all those people, looking through their windows and wondering what they were having for dinner, imagining the ladies taking off their jewelry as they cuddled up in bed with a lover.

"I feel like I'm gonna be on a sugar high," you chuckled, sipping some of your milkshake.

Steve grinned down at you,

"Mike's Milkshakes will do that to you."

You sighed, glancing around at everything. It was beautiful here in the dark, even in the midst of war, with everything going on. Before, you could only imagine what these nights would be like. You wondered if you would've intentionally traveled back to this time instead of by accident. Considering the way things were outside of this moment in particular, you probably wouldn't. But you were glad you did. This felt like a beautiful mistake.

You pulled Steve onto a corner of an alleyway, the two of you basking under the glow of the street light.

"Steve," you said his name gently, but as if it were of the utmost importance.

He looked down at you, becoming nervous himself, feeling his heart beat in his chest. You were undoubtedly beautiful, and the two of you were more alone than you had ever been in the past two hours you had spent together, quite literally just walking and talking, sharing stories and time together. He felt close to you, towering over you, and it wasn't any less nerve wracking for you.

"Yeah?" he uttered out, and you found yourself opening and closing your mouth, trying to find the right way for the words to come out.

You just smiled, reaching your hand up and sort of awkwardly patting his shoulder, then letting your hand trail down his chest gently. He looked down at your hand, then back at you, waiting for your next words.

"Thank you. This night was so beautiful, I can't thank you enough."

At the corner of Steve's lips tugged a smile, and his eyes grew needy and hopeful,

"Don't tell me this is you saying goodbye."

You felt a pang in your chest as he said that. You hadn't considered the fact that you would have to say goodbye at some point, and you knew that meant goodbye forever. But you had been so caught up in your wonder that you hadn't thought of the moment to say goodbye. And yet, it seemed like that moment was creeping up on you.

You didn't want to look at it with sadness, it was as natural as could be, but you still wished you could stay for a little longer. You knew you had to go though, and as magical as this was, you didn't want to live in a world where you had no basis. You belonged in the modern world, it was where you should stay.

"Almost," you laughed slightly. "I do have a question for you, though."

"Sure," Steve shrugged.

It was the one thing you really wanted to know: why you? Why had Steve chosen to talk to you, of all people? He didn't know you and you weren't boasting an important title. So, why you? You wondered. If you had some secret power to attract people like Steve Rogers into your life, you wanted to know what it was.

You cleared your throat before you asked this question, suddenly feeling a bit shy,

"Why did you come up to me? And talk to me... it's been on my mind all night."

Steve took in a breath and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I... don't know. I guess I saw a little bit of myself in you, crazy as it sounds."

"Captain America is a wallflower?" you retorted jokingly, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"I just mean, you seemed like you were trying to find a way. And I'm constantly doing that. And something about you... is different. I like that."

You knew exactly what that something was. You literally didn't belong here. You weren't from here. Steve must have sensed that, even if he didn't fully realize it.

"Hm. Well, whatever it is, I'm glad you approached me because of it. I've had the best night, really. I wish I could stay longer."

"Oh, don't go. Not just yet," Steve grasped your hand and squeezed.

"I can't. I have... somewhere to be," you smiled tearfully as you looked at your hands intertwined.

Steve swallowed. He didn't intend on getting hooked on you as fast as he did, but he did. And now that he was hooked, you were leaving. It was a bittersweet moment, but he understood you had to go— it was like you had some purpose elsewhere, and that was clear to him. It was almost strange.

"I understand," Steve replied, smiling at the touch of your hand on his, your thumb rubbing against his thumb. "I'm glad we met, Y/N. Can I see you again?"

You grinned. You certainly couldn't make any promises,

"Maybe. But for now I have to go."

"At least let me walk you home," Steve pressed, and you shook your head.

"It's much further than I think you'll want to go," was all you said. Steve would've pressed more but for some reason your answer felt definite and true.

Good night Steve."

"Good night."

Before you knew it, you were reaching up on his tippy toes to kiss his cheek, feeling his skin turn red hot beneath your soft lips. He held onto your waist gently as you kissed his cheek, and when you pulled away, you stayed there in his grasp for a moment, eyes lingering on his. You wanted more, so much more, but you had had enough already.

You didn't want to get cocky with time. You patted his chest and took one last look at him with a smile and glimmering eyes. Then, you turned away. As Steve watched you walk down the alleyway, it was almost like you vanished into thin air.

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It had been a week since your beloved encounter with Steve Rogers. It still didn't feel real, in fact you wrote down every detail in your diary so that if it were a dream, it wouldn't wither away. But it was as real as real could get. It wasn't the time traveling that surprised you, you knew that to be natural. It was the experience you'd had on your trip.

You couldn't tell anybody, not that they would believe you to begin with. You didn't want to tell anybody anyway. This was your experience for keeping. You wouldn't share this with anyone else.

You were on your way to work, the memories of that night still fresh in your head, a cup of coffee in hand. You wondered if Mike's Milkshakes still operated. Like Steve, you too lived in New York. There was no reason for it not to exist. You would be sorely upset if it didn't - it was truly one of the greatest shakes you'd had in your lifetime.

You were looking down at your phone and typing, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The hustle of New York was nothing, you could handle it.

Until you couldn't. You nearly got knocked on the floor by someone who you bumped into- or maybe he bumped into you, it was hard to say. Either way, it was a wild collision. And your coffee fell, and spilled on the both of you.

What was funny was that the two of you were apologizing like crazy, stumbling to pick the things up that had dropped, speaking over each other.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," you stammered. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"All the same. Where are my manners?" the man asked, and you chuckled with a scoff.

"New York will do that to you."

You were each kneeling on the ground and picking things up, scatterbrained. But you both looked up at each other at the same time, catching each other's eyes. And in that moment, something clicked for the two of you. Even when you left that day, you weren't really leaving. Because Steve was right here, a week and a few decades later. You blinked, tried to make sure your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. But it really was him. Captain America. And he wasn't dressed in full attire, but he was still there.

You made a face, furrowing your brows. All the calculations in the world couldn't have prepared you for this happening. You stared at him, speechless.

He broke the silence, staring at you just as intensely. The crisp blue of his eyes was piercing, staring into your soul.

"I know you from somewhere," he said, with absolute certainty.

Your heart dropped. This was exactly what you wanted to avoid when time traveling. Not that you even expected anything like this to happen. You became bashful, shaking your head and blushing, hurrying to stand up, but Steve followed your motions as you stood.

"No," you shook your head and laughed lightly, looking down so he wouldn't see your face.

"I'm sure I do..." he squinted, still staring intensely at you. You looked up, pushed your hair out of your eyes. You couldn't handle his eyes on you, not when you weren't even looking at him.

His eyes locked with yours again and he seemed to be exploring your eyes, wide and scared and nervous, hopeful. You hoped he'd say he was mistaken. You know you would love another chance with Steve, but that night was to be fully over with. For reasons you already stated.

But gazing deep into your unforgettable eyes, which had glimmered so brightly, it was like a switch went off in his brain, bringing him all those years back. To that one night. He squinted. How could he remember? It seemed so artificial, like it was a memory that had been falsely implanted into his brain. But that was the effect of you- you had changed his history.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, then dared to speak,

"Y/N."

He said it as if it was an answer, not like he was asking if it was you. Again with absolute certainty.

You pouted, almost cringing as you answered, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt disappointed in yourself, for letting this happen, for opening this window of possibility to begin with. Your life and his life would be changed more than you were ready for.

You sighed and took in a deep breath,

"Hi."

Steve was still furrowing his brows at you, gazing at you with every intention,

"I don't understand. How..."

It surprised himself that he remembered you, just based off of one night. But you were hard to forget. And it was even more mind boggling that he was seeing you again, the both of you in the same shape as when you had first met. Had you been frozen too? No, it couldn't be. It had to be-

"Time travel," you blurted. Your heart was racing. "I... I time traveled. I can... do that."

"What, that's your show and tell?" Steve joked, and you felt a little less worried. At least he wasn't angry. And it felt better talking to him in present day, at a time where you both belonged.

"You could say that. Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen, that night was a mistake."

"Mistake?"

"I- I mean... it shouldn't have happened. And it was great, really, I can't stop thinking about it. But it shouldn't have happened. I didn't even mean to... it just happened. I just got lucky."

Steve looked at you. All those years ago he had sensed that there was something different about you, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Now he knew.

"I knew there was something different about you that night. You were glowing with this... this thing... modernity, I guess," Steve nodded.

You seemed good enough. He couldn't sense any bad intentions from you, and he had a good feel for those things. It was just you. It was why the situation didn't concern him any further.

"I'm surprised you even remember me," you laughed.

"Remember you?" Steve repeated, incredulous. "How could I forget?"

He held eye contact with you when he said that, and it got you blushing, shrinking down and shaking your head,

"I'm sorry."

Now Steve raised his brows,

"I can't see what for."

"I just didn't mean for any of this to happen. I feel like I've disturbed you."

You apologized, but when you said it it made you realize you didn't really have much to apologize for. Steve didn't seem very upset... at all. It was just your brain telling you that you could mess things up.

Steve chuckled quietly, shaking his head,

"No... you haven't. And you didn't that night, either."

"Mhm," was all you could hum out.

"But if that's your idea of disturbing me... I think you should disturb me some more. Maybe you can disturb me over coffee. I'll make up for it," he gestured to the spilled coffee on the ground.

You had probably never blushed so hard in your life. Once again, Steve Rogers was actually hitting on you. And all the silly worries and blabber from your brain couldn't stop the feeling you got when you talked to him, when you were with him.

"Right now?" you asked stupidly, feeling entranced by him yet again.

He smirked playfully,

"Yeah. Unless you wanna travel back in time for it."

note: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!

#steve rogers #fluff #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers reader insert #marvel #marvel imagine #captain america x reader #captain america #captain america imagine #time travel #time travel imagine

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noussommeslessquelettes · 5 years

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I'm a sucker for number 12 if you fancy giving it a go?

bro honestly me too? It’s kinda funny bc the next chapter of Left as in Gone has this trope too! So part of me was like “do I even gotta write another thing?” but then of COURSE the answer was “absolutely u do” so yes here have a this thing.

Thanks for your patience; I hope you enjoy!

Preview: “So you’re not going to tell him?”

“I…” Lance’s voice lowered to a murmur. “You’re sure he’s asleep?”

Pidge hummed assent. “He could sleep through the apocalypse, honest.”

“So?” Hunk prompted.

Send me a ship with one of these and I’ll write a mini fic

Full disclosure, Keith had actually woken up about fifteen minutes ago. B-list action movies were the worst genre of film, as far as falling asleep in the middle of them went, and all it had taken was one (of several, he’d gleaned over the last quarter hour) car explosion too many to jolt him begrudgingly out of his slumber.

Still, he’d learned many years ago that if you fell asleep at the end of a movie, people usually didn’t expect you to help clean up after. And though the trick no longer worked with movie nights at home—not since Adam had moved in—it had worked like a charm with his new friends over the past few months. As the end credits rolled before his closed eyelids, the couch beneath him creaked under someone standing up with a yawn.

“Let’s draw a dick on his face,” Pidge muttered.

Never mind, Keith groaned internally, lamenting the loss of his sloth for the sake of his pride. He drew in a breath—

“Don’t.”

And let it go. It was almost a task to keep his slack expression from adopting a furrowed brow, because that was definitely—

“Just let him be.” The scrape of a plastic bowl on a wooden coffee table played harmony to Lance’s continued argument, the creak of the floorboards his percussion. “He deals with enough torture from us already.”

Hunk scoffed from his place on the recliner, the silence of a nonverbal communication hanging in the air before Lance’s footfalls echoed back into the room.

Lance clicked his tongue. “The things I do for him—and he’s never going to know,” he muttered.

“Probably ‘cause of how you act when he’s awake,” Hunk pointed out, the sharp click of the recliner locking back upright following suit.

“Yeah, well—” another wordless gesture, probably “—okay? I’m dealing with it the best I can.”

Keith almost rolled his eyes, figuring the vaguery was about as much reasoning as Lance could have for the continued tension between the two of them, despite Lance denouncing their purported (A.K.A. fabricated) rivalry some few weeks ago.

Until Pidge’s response, that is.

“So you’re not going to tell him?”

“I…” Lance’s voice lowered to a murmur. “You’re sure he’s asleep?”

He felt a scrutinous gaze against his skin, and he did his best to sell the slump in his body (the tension it gave him likely not helping his case, but it must’ve been enough for Pidge.)

She hummed assent. “He could sleep through the apocalypse, honest.”

“So?” Hunk prompted.

Lance sighed. “‘Course not.”

Keith bit his tongue. Could these assholes start being more specific? Or at least have the decency to leave the room so he could pretend to wake up without embroiling himself in this secret that he can’t even understand anyway?

Hunk gave a low whistle. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“Does this mean loverboy Lance has hung up his bow and arrow?”

Keith’s heart kicked in his chest. Wait, loverboy? Did she mean…

“You said it yourself: it’d only freak him out if he knew—and I’m not going to do that to the group. ‘Sides, Keith needs us: his only other friends are his dog and brother-in-law, and Adam only counts on good days.” He laughed, but the others didn’t seem as eager to join in.

Hunk gave an uneasy sound. “I don’t know if Keith—”

“He would. Trust me—Pidge?”

“I…” She sighed. “I won’t say I’ve run the numbers, but it’s not exactly promising.”

“It’s not worth it,” Lance concluded. “Even if he’d stay, what’s the point? It’s not like I have a chance anyway.”

“Lance—”

“You’re going to tell me I’m a catch?” Lance interrupted, then laughed. “Please do; I need to hear it.”

Hunk joined in with a chuckle of his own. “If I didn’t have a girlfriend, I’d date you in a heartbeat.”

Lance’s hand thumped against his chest. “A man after my own heart. Pidge?”

She scoffed. “If I had to date anyone, I think you’d be one of the least offensive options out there.”

Empty beer bottles clinked against each other. “Oh, it’s an honour just to be nominated!”

“Y’need any help, bud?” Hunk called out after his retreating steps.

“Nah, you guys can head home; I got the rest of it.”

Hunk lowered his voice, clearly addressing Pidge. “Draw straws on who’s got to wake him up?”

“Just let him sleep,” Lance answered, his voice floating over the back of the couch now. “I’ll drive him home when he wakes up.”

“Ooh,” Pidge cooed, “want him all to yourself, do you?”

“Don’t want us to know how long you’re going to watch him sleep?”

“You—” Lance groaned. “I thought we were being nice to Lance tonight!”

“We were,” Pidge argued. “Hunk, we were nice, weren’t we?”

“Super nice,” Hunk agreed, “so now we get to be mean.”

“Ugh, you guys are the worst.” The couch complained as he pushed off, their voices echoing towards the front door. “Why do I tell you anything, again?”

“‘Cause we already know all of your other secrets,” Pidge replied. “You’re forced to trust us now.”

Lance sucked on his teeth. “Yeah, can’t have that shit leaked to the press.” The front door was wrenched open. “Love you, assholes.”

Hunk and Pidge’s goodbyes were a bit too quiet for Keith to discern, but soon after they were spoken, the front door slid shut, and Keith was insulated in the soft bubble of silence of Lance’s living room. He held his breath for Lance to step out of sightline long enough so he could feign rousing, practically celebrating when Lance’s footsteps led him back to the living room, hoping they’d keep on going to the kitchen.

The echo stilled, just as he reached the foot of the couch.

“Of course, you have to look adorable when you sleep, too,” he practically spat under his breath. Then he heaved a sigh, and continued to the kitchen.

The moment the sound transferred from hardwood to tile, Keith pushed himself up to sit. His stiff muscles complained, and he rolled out his shoulders as his eyes cracked open, taking in the gentle lamplight and distant kitchen light with squinted eyes. He yawned, elbows resting on his knees as he rubbed his fingers into his eyelids.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

Keith drew in his first full breath, turning to look over his shoulder as Lance walked back in from the kitchen. “Mm.” He cleared his throat, his voice still heavy with the sleep he hadn’t feigned earlier. He scanned the living room then as Lance passed the couch, picking up a couple empty soda cans from the coffee table. He remembered himself a little, and decided to ask, “Where’s Hunk and Pidge?”

He swore he saw Lance freeze for a split-second when he asked it, saw a tension in his shoulders dissipate when he looked Keith in the eye again. He gave an apologetic smile. “Yeah, Pidge didn’t want to wait ‘til you got up to drive you home.”

Keith almost felt uneasy under Lance’s gaze—his attention undivided in the low light, his expression soft and open, dare Keith even say fond. He had no business looking at him like that, not when Keith had just woken up, and probably had bedhead or—shit, did he? He ducked and smoothed his hair down with his hands, hoping it looked as casual as he’d envisioned it in his mind’s eye.

“Well, shit.”

“I know,” Lance laughed, leaning a hip against the far armrest, “typical Pidge, am I right? But I can drive you home, if you want.”

Keith chewed on his tongue. Should I tell him?

“Lance, listen.”

It would be easy. Keith wasn’t a good actor, anyway—and Shiro always said honesty was the best policy, especially with people you cared about.

“I heard what you guys were talking about before, and…”

And what? Keith didn’t have a good answer for him—he’d hardly believed Lance tolerated him as a friend, let alone adding the prospect of… other feelings.

“Keith?” He blinked, eyes refocusing and lifting back up to match Lance’s. Lance chuckled. “Thought you fell asleep on me again.”

“No, I…” He was far too tired to think this over properly, right now. And a ride home sounded much nicer than a half-hour walk in the cold. “Thanks.”

Lance gave him a smile that made his insides flip. “Cool. I’ll just—” He pushed off the couch. “—Let me chuck these in the kitchen, and we can go.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t fall asleep on me again, ‘kay?” He called back from the other room.

Keith rolled his eyes, pushing up to stand. “I can manage.”

Lance hummed uncertainly. “You sure? You were completely out of it during the movie—snoring and the whole bit.”

Keith froze mid-stretch, dropping his hands with an indignant pout. “I did not snore.”

“Did too.”

“I don’t snore!”

Lance rounded back into sight, waving his keys in front of him. “And somehow I heard it with my own ears. Funny how that works.”

He winked at Keith in passing, and Keith’s stomach flipped. He gave a quiet groan, hoping that reaction wouldn’t become the norm, in the wake of this unfortunate revelation—Lance was the one with the crush, after all.

Right?

He twisted his neck until it gave a satisfying pop, then smirked when Lance inevitably vocalised his disgust at it.

#voltron #klance #squelette writes #Keith eventually figures out his feelings #but not before Lance enters another relationship #angst ensues and then they get together bc they always gotta B)#the others will be following later today!#miles-from-home #demandez la squelette

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phantomofsilence · 5 years

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Title : Stuck Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Word Count : Honestly who the hell knows?

Warning : Sad Bucky, sad Steve, you can see it from the request.

A/N :

Alright so i already posted this request but Tumblr somehow deleted it. So i had to do it all over again. Well thankfully not the story, i fortunately wrote it in the notes, i learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway along with a story the request itself was deleted. So i think this is how the request went, if it was your request message me if it was wrong. Also i had a really hard time with this request, i don't know why i just wasn't inspired, well probably more tired from college than inspired, but that's why it took so long. I wanted to do it right. Also for anyone else who send me a request i saw it, and i will right it as soon as my obligations allow me some free time. Also i did the P. O. V. thing so don't get confused. Okay, enough rambling, i hope you like it. And also i believe there was a compliment in the request for gif usage, thank you for that. 😘😘😘❤️

Request : Can you do a fic where you and the new agent are getting closer to the point where the team suspects that you are falling out of love with Bucky? (angst to fluff).

Steve's P. O. V.

As soon as he saw her enter the kitchen Chris was out of his seat smothering her in a hug, but Natasha and Steve, hung back and watched with frowns on their faces.

They stayed quiet during their conversation occasionally sipping coffee.

Their stubbornness and Steve's persistence in making sure both him and the team stay out of this complicated and deeply personal situation, rendered them mute, as they stood there cold and stoic, as they sipped on their coffee.

Many would say the intimacy in the embrace, those gentle smiles, and completely unnecessary gazes they were curently being subjected to were highly inappropriate and Steve would have to agree with them.

The more he watched, the more sorry he felt for his friend. But no, Steve wasn't angry at her, he was hurt. How could such a sweet girl be so uncaring? No one deserves this kind of treatment, his friend the least. He's been through so much already, Steve thought you out of all people understood this.

He lost so much, did he have to lose you too?

You were the rock that kept thing moving, a force anyone could fall back on if needed to be. And you want to abandon it all, for this Chris, a man you barely know compared to his friend.

Steve knew he was letting his feelings cloud his judgement, and you haven't really done anything but spent time with a man you claimed was your friend, a man that was your partner. He knew he spent just as much, if not more time with Natasha and she was one of his most valued friends.

Also, Chris seemed like a nice guy, the kind of man if you were still single he'd advise you to go for.

But that's it, you weren't single. In fact you were in a committed relationship with the most important person in his life.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and he didn't know what to do. Invade his best friend's privacy or let his best friend be hurt when he could at least cushion the blow.

One more look at the 'lovely couple' and he decided, privacy be damned, his friend deserves honesty at least and he was gonna make sure he got it for him.

"Steve.." a voice trailed off cautiously, he looked over the see Natasha leaning on the counter facing them, with her head turned towards him looking at him.

"I know, Nat." he knew he shouldn't have snapped, it wasn't her fault. She sighed.

"Steve it should be one of us, I know it sucks to hurt him like that, but it's even worse if he caught them, and we knew but didn't tell him."Like always the redhead was right, but he still tried to reason with her.

"But she hasn't done anything yet Natasha, we can't make things up when they didn't happen."

She rolled her eyes at his statement. "Yes, Steve, she hasn't done anything, yet Steve. The key word being yet. Come on, Steve! They've known each other for only two months, and they are joined at the hip. If you think Bucky didn't notice you are mistaken. Dude's been giving her the kicked puppy eyes for days now and she hasn't even noticed choosing to ogle at her new beau. This calls for revenge! "The redhead took a deep breath and said.

" He is your best friend Steve, if the rolls were reversed wouldn't you like him to say something? "

Steve didn't respond, it wasn't necessary, they both knew the answer. Instead of pushing him, Natasha gently squeezed his shoulder and left him in the kitchen to think it over.

An hour later Steve was letting out his anger on a punching bag. The more he thought about it, the more conflicted he got.

This wasn't his relationship but it was his friend. Thou you were his friend too, after Peggy's death you along with Natasha were there for him, hell you've spent the whole day making jokes just to make him forget.

You were like Bucky, the Bucky from before, not just before The Winter Soldier, but before the war. The guy that got him in a lot of trouble and the guy that stood by him and protected him when he took a bite too large to swallow.

The man that took him to many unsuccessful dates, his companion, his family, it's what drew him to you.

You were a sense reality in the world that no longer made sense, a familiar face in a strange place.

Although he wanted to protect his friend, he also felt oddly protective of you. He couldn't betray your trust, but he couldn't betray Bucky either.

Why did this has to be so hard? He thought and punched the punching bag so hard it ripped and fell few feet away.

"What did that punch bag ever do to you?" Said a man Steve was successfully avoiding since this morning.

"Oh, hey Buck. What's up?" he said trying to act nonchalant. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you avoiding me? Did i do something?" Bucky demanded.

"I'm not avoiding you." Steve mildly shrugged. Glaring at him he got closer almost to his face. "What the hell is going on?"

Steve could hear the anger in his voice, but also hurt, trying to protect him he's the one that ended up hurting him.

"Nothing, Buck." Steve said. "Listen here, punk!

"It's bad enough the love of my life could possible be cheating on me right now, now i can't even trust you!? What the hell man?"

Steve looked at his best friend, his eyes were puffy, tears threatening to spill, but he refused to let them fall, he had dark bags under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping well, his hands shaking in anger, this was a man already hurt.

"Look i wanted to tell you about her, but I didn't want to betray her either so I've been ignoring you both so i don't hurt anyone. I guess that ship sailed." He said, his friend deserved honestly at least he can get it from him.

"You think she's cheating on me?" asked Bucky. "I don't know, man. I did not see her so anything, from all we know we're just making stuff up."

Steve frowned, even thou he shouldn't do it now, he was defending her. "You're a good friend, Steve. But i didn't ask what you saw, i want a yes or no answer." Bucky said.

"Why do i matter, why are you asking me? If you really wanted to know you'd ask her. But you're asking me because you know i will never give you that answer. So why are you asking me, Buck?" Steve demanded.

Bucky glared at him, before he grabbed his shoulder giving him a smile." You're a punk, kid."Bucky said, paused to inhale and exhale before continuing." It's because i don't really wanna know. I love her, Steve. If fact i love her so much that even thou, she 's literally ripping me in half, my brain is still finding a reason to forgive her. That she loves me and it's all a mistake. I'm pathetic."

Bucky lowered his head, squeezed his shoulder again, let go and turned to leave.

At the door Steve voice halted him in place.

" You're not pathetic. You love her. Knowing you my whole life, you were never soft on a dame like that. I'm sorry it had to be like this."

Without turning around Bucky whispered. "Me too." And left.

Steve could see it bright as day this man was a mess. He had to do something, you might be his friend, and it wasn't his business , but he was about to confront you.

Steve knew you, you were not a coward.

He would get you to tell the truth, perhaps it wasn't too late. You need to be honest and you might even work it out with Bucky.

Taking his phone out of his pocket he texted you to meet him in his room.

Your P. O. V.

After the workout Chris suggested you go to the diner you always go after a successful mission.

"Come on it's been some time since we been there." Snorting at that statement you replied. "We literally went there two days ago."

Groaning Chris whined. "Exactly, too long, come on i know you can practically taste those fries and that strawberry and vanilla milkshake you like. Eh, it will be fun and if i may say so i make great company."

Although the offer was tempting, and you really could taste those fries and that delicious milkshake, you had to go home to your boyfriend.

You missed him so much, and judging by those sad eyes he's been giving you he missed you just as much, if not more.

The missions you were being sent on this past month left little to no time for your relationship, and now having to prepare for an undercover mission of great importance and you weren't allowed to speak about it with anyone according to Maria, you were forced to spend all your free time with Chris.

Well forced was a harsh word, Chris was a great man and an amazing partner, but he wasn't your boyfriend.

"Sorry gotta take a rain check." You mumbled apologetically. Chris smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

"Hey i get it, if i had a hunk like that waiting for me at home, i wouldn't even bother talking to you. Scram, kid." You arched an eyebrow on chuckling. "Is that so? "

"I'd fuck him."

As you were nearing your apartment your phone buzzed. Looking at the screen you saw you had a text from Steve. Opening it read' We need to talk, met me at my place'.

Steve was not the best texter but he never sounded this urgent and formal. If this was about the mission he would have asked meat at The Tower, this was personal.

Something was wrong.

All it took was three knocks to be met with Steve's hard gaze, he stood aside allowing you to come in.

"So we need to talk?Are you breaking up with me Steve?"A light-hearted joke that was meant to brighten the mood was met with a glare. Okay, not the right crowd.

"Listen, i know it's non of my business and you're my friend, but this needs to end. What the hell is going on with you and Chris? "

Steve asked firmly before placing his hands on his belt buckle. You knew that stance, you've seen it a million times, it was meant to frighted and send a message that he met business.

You never thought you's see it being used on you. But you weren't so easily scared.

"You're right, Steve it's non of your business ." You replied defensively. Who was he thinking he could question you?

"You're right, but i don't care. I'm the one who has to watch my friend heartbroken when you leave with Chris, so excuse me if I'm a little protective. Just don't. Own up to it." Steve said.

"Own up to what, Steve? Heartbroken? My Bucky? What the hell is going on?" You demanded. You have done nothing to Bucky. What the hell is he talking about?"You hurt him and..." Steve began but you cut him off. "Hurt him i haven' t even spoken to him!" You piped up.

"Exactly."

Bucky's P. O. V.

Knowing he couldn't stay cupped up in his room with all those thoughts swearing in his head Bucky decided to take a walk, and by walk he meant a run, muttering angry at nothing and panting wildly.

He wasn't sure if he was panting because he was tired from the aggressive run or the work his mind put him through.

He decided the latter.

As if he was cursed to suffer today, he ran into the last person he wanted to see. Chris strolled up to him, a bright smile on his face, as if he wasn't the cause to his misery. Some nerve on this guy!

"Hey, Buck right?" he said to Bucky holding his hand for him to shake. Bucky just looked down at it frown.

"Not a hand shaker? Alright, i get it. I'm getting used on it myself.Also some say it's unhygienic."

What pissed of Bucky even more was that Chris wasn't even fazed by Bucky unfriendly stance. This guy!

"Anyway i just wanted to meet the man my partner won't shut up about. I mean that woman's got you on a pedestal you'd think your shooting rainbow out of your ass."

Keep rubbing salt to an open wound, Bucky though. This dude was something else.

"Look man, i don't really know her for that long, but she's kinda grown on me. She's one heck of a woman. She means a lot to me and... " Bucky cut him of. "I can imagine." He remarked through his teeth.

"No, you really can't, she has been there for me after the war, you know when you get back everyone keeps walking on egg shells around you, it's a strange place, even the bed feels wrong, too soft. But she made me feel human."

Suddenly the anger for the man was gone and all that was left was confusion. Chris was a marine? It would explain his posture.

" She's not afraid to hold me, i thank God or whatever is out there everyday for a friend like her. "

Bucky knew what he was talking about oh to well, she made him fell the same. She was comfort, she was peace, she was his home.

" Why are you telling me all of this? "Bucky asked.

" Because I'm not blind, i know a jealous man when i see one. She holds me because it helps me relax, not because she is in love with me. Don't even try to deny it. I know what it feels to love her, but you know what it feels like to be loved by her. If anyone has the right to be jealous, it's me. Don't screw this up, man. See ya. "

Before Bucky even had the chance to process what Chris had said, he turned and ran the other way.

Walking into your room you felt oddly nervous. You didn't even know it but you've made the man you love, a man in doubt.

He now questioned your love and you did not even notice. Sure you saw a bit of sadness but regarded it as him simply missing you.

Not a man heartbroken and riddled with insecurities. He probably hasn't even slept right and you didn't see it.

There was no reason for your fear, the room was empty, no Bucky in sight. Footsteps in the hallway made you turn around. Walking out of the room you followed the footsteps into the hallway, outside your apartment, down the stairs and only when you were outside did you catch the glimpse of the man of our.

Gathering enough courage you called out Bucky who at the sound of your voice turned and froze.

The tension was high, you could feel it in the air as you stared at one another.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak not even knowing what to say Bucky crossed the distance, grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you.

It only took you a second to respond, the kiss was desperate, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, while hands roamed all over, pulling, squeezing.

Pulling away for air you kept your eyes closed. "Tell me you love me." Pleaded Bucky, making you feel even more guilty.

Opening your eyes your hands sneaked themselves around his neck pulling until your forehead touched his own.

"I'm not sure about a lot of things Bucky. But there is one thing i am sure about and that is that i love you, James Buchanan Barnes, i love you and i always will. I'm sorry i ever made you doubt my love. "

"No, i am the one that's sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you in the first place. I got so stuck in my own head. I'm sorry. I love you so much, doll."

"I love you. Let's just forget about it and agree that from now on we will talk about this things. No holding back. "

"You're right. From now, we talk. But please be patient with me. And do me a favor, will you."

"Anything."

"Don't quit on me. I know it can be hard to be with me sometimes, but I love you as much it is possible for this broken man to love. "

"You're not broken, just bent. And don't act like I'm a walk in the park, i know i can be frustrating. But this is a relationship, we work together, we compromise, we fight, we make love. We don't quit on each other, we fight for us."

"I love you."

"And i love you."

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poor-sickies · 5 years

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hey I'm the anon who asked for braces Lance, i was thinking maybe he had to get when he's like nineteen and feels kinda upset about having them so late when usually people get them in middle or high school? And idk he just feels self conscious and uncomfortable, plus he's hurting, so Keith tries to distract him because he went through having braces too?

Ahh this is such an old request and I’m so sorry I’m only writing it now! It was kind of a quick thing, so I hope there aren’t any mistakes. It’s also a fic that happens in my band AU. I hope you like it!

Also kudos to @cinquefoilelove who left some replies that gave me ideas for this one :)

“Can I come in?”

It’s Keith voice from the other side of the door, and despite their usual and familiar bickering, Lance can be sure he hasn’t come to make fun of him.

But he still wants to be alone.

He knows he’s probably making a big deal out of this – and really, it’s not even that bad, all things considered. All in all, it’s nothing worse than a simple teenage drama, in Lance’s opinion.

Except he isn’t really a teenager anymore, he’s nineteen, and nineteen year olds shouldn’t be getting braces.

It had started with some dull pains in his lower jaw, the joint clicking each time he opened his mouth, getting worse and worse until he was avoiding eating and singing because of the discomfort.

While visiting his family on Thanksgiving, his parents had noticed the problem and dragged him to a dentist. The outcome was…not pleasant. Something about a bad positioning of his jaw that needed to be fixed? Lance can’t recall the details over the dread filling his stomach, but the only solution was braces, and he was not happy.

And just because some days just kept getting worse, this morning, on his way to the dentist, he receives a call from Hunk, about a last-minute scheduled show Allura had got for them tonight, at the local University bar.

Two hours later, returning from the dentist, and he’s starting to wonder if he’s brave enough to go through with the show at all.

Just talking feels difficult enough, with all the wires and foreign pieces muddling his speech, and the new sores around his cheeks and tongue stinging at every little movement of his mouth. Not to mention the annoying and constant pressure all over his gums and jaw. If Lance had the night to himself, he would probably head to bed right after dinner with a couple of painkillers and hope it all felt a little better tomorrow.

The prospect of singing for fifty people isn’t nearly as appealing as usual when he’s in this much pain.

And looking in the mirror only reminded him of why this all had bothered him so much in the first place.

It’s no secret to anyone that Lance puts a lot of effort in his appearance. Even before stepping up as frontman of the band, his image has always been something he pays a lot of attention to. And even though he’s seen a lot of cute girls that look adorable in braces, he’s wasn’t exactly confident about how it all would look on him.

Now that he has the answer, he feels an urge to hide any mirror in sight.

How is he supposed to talk to his fans? To sing for them? He feels so unattractive and awkward, and not even his upbeat personality will help. Lance’s confidence is enough when he’s wearing his best shirts, glowing skin, crooked smirk that leaves the girls swooning, but that’s where most of it comes from.

He doesn’t care if his mother said he looked fine, these braces make him feel awkward and young all over again. He doesn’t know if he’s more embarrassed about the way he looks or the extent to which he’s taking this drama, but either way, he wants to be alone.

So no, the last thing he wants to do is to talk, even with Keith.

“I wanna be alone.”

But Keith was nothing if not persistent. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself and open the damn door.”

And brutally honest, for that matter.

Lance opens the door and Keith goes in, quickly taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his arms crossed against his chest.

“So,” he starts, “you wanna talk about it?”

Lance sits cross legged in the floor, leaning against the bed. “You just told me to stop feeling sorry for myself.”

Keith is caught off guard for a moment. He was expecting Lance to just spill things out, like he usually did, but apparently, this was getting to him a bit more than usual.

“I- look, I’m just trying to help, okay? Talking usually makes you feel better, right? So talk to me.”

“It’s uncomfortable,” Lance sighs, looking down at his lap, “and my speech is all fucked up, and my tongue is cut up all over, and my teeth hurt and - it looks bad. I look like a middle school kid. It just looks so awkward…so yeah, that’s it. You happy now?”

“I think you’re being dramatic,” Keith says, “I mean, I get the pain, I’ve been there - your teeth are moving, of course it’s gonna hurt for a while - but you don’t need to feel self-conscious about it. Besides, you’re only wearing them for like… a year, is it?” Lance nods, looking down, and Keith carries on. “Try wearing them for three years, maybe then you’ll have a reason to sulk.”

Well. It’s nothing he hadn’t expected from Keith. Trust Keith to be blunt.

“You had braces for that long?” He manages to ask.

Keith nods, eyes rolling involuntarily at the unpleasant memories. “Yeah. It sucked. I’d show you pictures if I had them - I’m sure you’d feel a lot better about yourself after seeing them.”

“That bad?”

“Oh yeah,” Keith continues, “Yours look somewhat discrete, actually.”

Lance scoffs. “Yeah, they sure are really invisible,” he trails off sarcastically.

Keith sighs. This isn’t working so well.

“Do you remember last summer when you were drunk and Pidge convinced you to get a death hawk for that rock festival, and you shaved half of your head?”

“Wow Keith, is that how you’re trying to make me feel better? By bringing up all the times I looked freaking terrible?”

“Would you just hear me out?!” Keith interrupts loudly, clinging to every last ounce of patience he still has. “Do you remember what you said at the time? The next day, when you saw yourself in the mirror?”

“That I would hide in my room and never see the sunlight again…?”

“Exactly. But you got over it. Do you remember why?”

Lance rolls his eyes. “Uh, cause… hair grows back?”

“No. Because you get used to it,” Keith says, “look, I’ve been there, okay? I know how much it sucks. But I can promise you, it’s not always gonna feel like that. And honestly, people don’t care that much.”

“Ugh. I hate it when you actually sound reasonable.” Lance sighs. “Alright. I’ll try to keep positive. And hope the show doesn’t go terribly.”

Keith chuckles with a fond smile. “Now will you come? We still have to get some dinner before.”

“Ah, that’s gonna be fun..” Lance rolls his eyes, and gets up. “Let’s get moving.”

“Hm. I see you’ve added something,” Shiro says as Lance takes a seat beside him, at their usual table at the bar.

“Yeah,” Lance chuckles, still looking down, “lucky me.”

“Oh Lance,” Allura says, “you have such a nice smile. I’m certain that’s what people notice right away.”

“I - thanks, Allura,” Lance blushes, feeling better for the first time since the day started.

“So, we were talking,” Pidge says, “and we agreed that if you’re not feeling up to it, Keith can do the vocals for most of the songs and hand you the guitar for a while.”

Keith nods, fingers still busy tuning the strings on his guitar.

“My voice is working fine,” Lance explains, “I can still do it.”

“Yeah, but we know it’s not comfortable yet, so just let us know if you need to stop, okay? And maybe take a painkiller.” Hunk reassures, giving a gentle squeeze to Lance’s forearm.

“The show starts in half an hour, we should probably have dinner now,” Shiro points out.

“Oh good, they have those amazing burritos, I’ll be set for the night!” Hunk grins, before calling the waiter.

“Ugh, guess I’ll order some water then,” Lance grumbles, rubbing his cheek, “ice cold.”

“Aw, buddy,” Hunk looks over at him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you should really eat something before the show…did you even eat lunch?”

The waiter stops at the table and starts taking note of Keith and Pidge’s orders.

“Maybe some scrambled eggs?” Shiro suggests, leaning closer. He then turns to the waiter, “make them soft.”

Lance manages to eat, slowly and carefully. The painkiller starts kicking in, and the pain isn’t as bad, but talking is still uncomfortable, and he really doesn’t want to imagine how singing will turn out. The thought gives him some unusual stage fright, and it’s not a sensation he likes. He puts down his fork, and tries to relax. He’s done this dozens of times. Why is he so anxious now? The stage is usually his happy place, and it really sucks that such a tiny problem is making him feel like this.

“Hey, Lance,” Pidge calls out, tapping his shoulder. “Calm down. Your leg is bouncing like crazy.”

“I – yeah. Sorry Pidge.”

“Oh, I think we have to go now. The stage is set up,” Shiro announces, and they all get up, walking to the back to get ready.

“It’s okay, Lance,” Pidge says, plugging her bass to the amplificator, slinging the strap around her neck. “It’s gonna be fine. You’re an amazing singer. How terrible can you be? And why does it matter if it doesn’t go well? I mean, we’ve done tons of great shows, it’s not a huge deal if this one doesn’t go that great. Just relax and have fun, like you always do. That’s usually what makes our songs great.” She argues. “Besides,” she lowers her voice with a sly smile, “this place doesn’t have amazing acoustics. So even if you mess up some words, the crowd will most likely not notice. You’ll be great.”

That’s some kid of security Lance can lean on. He trusts his bandmates. This is not some new situation. He just needs to relax and have fun. Feeling revigorated, he nods. “Thanks, Pidge. Let’s do this.”

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years

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CSUAVS prt 4. Can ya'll see I'm aiming for shorter chapters?

Having messaged Lance through the files on their missing operative, Keith followed up with an inviting for drinks on Daibazaal, or on Erathus if Lance felt more comfortable there. The Blades could live without him for a quintants, and honestly with how concerned he was for Lance, he'd be completely useless until they'd reconciled. Not receiving an immediate reply was disheartening, but given he'd already stated he was leaving, he had no other choice to do just that. If he returns to Daibazaal, he'd only be nagged to death by his mother until he'd finally admit what had transpired on Erathus and ultimately cause things to be blown way out of proportion. There were a few rebel planets he could take refuge on, yet his mother's words lingered in his ears. He really should visit Shiro. Hunk had practically begged him to visit... And Shiro had always been there for him. Shiro was also the one who'd understood Lance's pain the most. The pain of losing the one you'd planned forever with. Keith could only understand what he himself had experienced. Lance was still alive. He was still alive, and though he'd seen him twice face to face, it felt as if his friend had died and left some new stranger in his body. Those thoughts hitting far too close to home for comfort, especially when he considered the fact that Lance's marks truly seemed to be gone. Calling through to Hunk, Hunk was confused yet ecstatic when he mentioned he planned to visit, agreeing to help hide things from Shiro until they rendezvoused in the region of space that the Atlas was currently patrolling. Requesting permission for a wormhole from Erathus, he was left waiting half a varga before receiving permission. Not wanting to give the Atlas away, he jumped through to a few quandrants away from the ship, where his navigation system informed him that he'd be upon the ship within the varga, possibly sooner if the Atlas was moving in his direction. Keith had hoped the distance would be closer as now he was left to let his mind roam back to the medication sitting on his bed with his Blades uniform. Even if it felt like he was lying to himself, he still wanted to believe that there was no way Lance was taking illicit substances, that he'd abuse that beautiful body of his in such a way. Once he reached the Atlas, he intended to have the samples screened, which may have also been his reason for visiting even if he couldn't state as much to Hunk. It'd break Hunk to know Lance wasn't ok, that he wasn't enjoying his job, and that he'd let himself fall into whatever situation he was now stuck in. Whining softly at him, Kosmo dropped his head down in the half-Galra's lap. His dopey wolf still hurt from being shunned by Lance when they'd grown so close during the flight back to Earth. Ruffling Kosmo's thick fur, Keith silently promised he was going to save Lance from himself, if not for his sake then for Kosmo's. * Dressing in his Blade uniform made asking for help from Shiro all that much easier. Explaining that there was missing Blade member, and that he samples that needed to be tested, there was a small twinge of guilt as Shiro leapt the conclusion he'd hoped he would, that both cases were related. Turning over the samples, Shiro was quick to pass command over to Veronica before spiriting him away to the dining hall to surprise Hunk. Glowing with genuine happiness, he didn't have the heart to admit that Hunk had helped planned everything. Veronica seemed to know he was coming, which made sense given she and Hunk had known each other before the whole "Voltron" thing had gone down. "Keith! Man, it's so good to see you!" Swept off his feet, Keith snorted as he was treated to one of Hunk's trademark hugs. His former teammate quick to release him "Sorry, man. It's just... is it really you?" Laughing at Hunk, Keith nodded slowly "It's been too long. Sorry, even with the fall of the empire work never seems to end. Most of the previous generals were dealt with by Haggar, which is nice and all, but she failed to deal with the ones who had their eyes on that role and have now struck out on there own" "I feel you man. It's like, why can't we all eat and be friends!?" Trust it all to be food related. Crossing his arms, Shiro frowned his infamous dad frown at both of them "Hunk knew you were coming, didn't he?" "Maybe?" "I can't believe you two conspired against me" Spluttering Hunk held his hands up as if telling Shiro to stop "I didn't conspire against you. Keith was the one who called me, and I thought with how busy you've been, it'd be a nice surprise. Man, if only Pidge and Lance were here, it'd be like old times" Uncrossing his arms, Shiro pulled up a screen on his communicator as he spoke "Pidge has had great success with Rover, you know she barely steps out her lab these days" "And Lance has to work. We should call them though" "Yes! I mean. Yeah, it's been ages" Fuck. He couldn't have sounded any more eager if he'd tried "Ooooh. Is someone missing Lance?" Jabbing Shiro in the ribs with his elbow, Shiro yelped "Don't give me that. You and Lance were always close, whether because of your rivalry or not" Moving to pat his back with enough force that he was nearly knocked off his feet, Hunk kept his hand there as he started leading the pair of them towards the kitchen "Yep! Shiro's right. It's not weird if you miss him. I miss him. Shay got tired of me turning around and expecting Lance to be there to taste test whatever was on the stove" "Have either of you talked to him lately?" Hunk shook his head and looked to Shiro who also gave a shake of his head, Hunk then sighing deeply before replying "I haven't talked to him since he arrived on Erathus. Veronica's always telling me he says "Hi", but he hasn't messaged in phoebs. And the few times when we have talked, it's been on Veronica's coms, so it's never for long" "What about you? Has he been talking to you?" Keith could hear the starts of the cogs turning over in Shiro's brain as he started to worry for Lance. He wanted to yell at both of them for neglecting Lance, but he'd done the exact same thing "Actually I talked to him, the missing Blade member vanished near Erathus, so I reached out to him on the off chance he'd happen to have heard something. He promised to take a look at the file and keep an eye out" "Let me guess "As long as it doesn't get in the way of his job"? Veronica said he's happy working as a bodyguard" "Hunk, he's in security. The first job was as a bodyguard, then he was hired to do some kind of planet security..." Shiro's sentence stalled "See, you know about as much as we do. Did he... say how he is? If he's ok?" Other than yelling at him because their friends had no time for him, Lance was totally fine... He hated lying. The atmosphere between the three of them was good. Like... being reconnected with missing limbs he didn't know were missing "He seemed ok. You know Lance though. Surrounded by all the beautiful aliens he could ask for" "I don't know about that. Rachel said he was still upset about Allura when he left. I know he loved her, but he needed to move on" Rachel... He knew the name... "His sister. Don't worry, man. He has enough family that even I get confused and I've known them for years" Thank god for Hunk "I doubt he even remembered her name" "Hey! I do too. He's got a crazy amount of family though. Hunk just said so" Ruffling his hair in the same manner Keith was always ruffling Kosmo's, Shiro was all smiles "I know. I have to get all my teasing in before you leave again. They grow up so fast" Pretending to wipe fake tears away, Hunk bit his lip. Pushing Shiro away, Keith laughed as he dodged his brother's mechanical arm "I remember why I don't come back now. It's this!" "Aw, Keith. Don't be like that. We've all missed you" "Shiro hasn't. He's been too busy pining over Curtis. Isn't that what you said?" Shiro gaped at Hunk, Hunk blushing red "I told you that in confidence!" "If you're both going to tease me, I'm going to tease right back. You're lucky I'm mad at Shiro, or I'd be teasing you over Shay" "You wouldn't!" Pretending to be angered for a moment longer, Keith couldn't hold down his smile "No, man. She's great for you. I'm happy you're happy" Catching him in a headlock, Shiro held him playfully "You're right, Hunk. I think this might be an imposter. Who are you? And where's the real Keith?" Rolling his eyes, Keith huffed "Ha ha. You're hilarious. I don't know what Curtis sees in you. It's definitely not your sense of humour" "You're not about to let his go, are you?" "Not at all" "Quiznak. Right. I guess there's no avoiding it, we're dating" Hunk let out a joyous whoop. Shiro released him half a tick before they were both swept into his arms "See Keith! This is why you need to visit more often! I'm going to make you a celebratory lunch. Keith, make sure he doesn't leave!" "I will" Choosing a table towards the back of the dining hall, Keith steadied himself for the coming lecture. It was all over Shiro's face as he sat across from him. Eyeing each other for a long moment, Shiro checked to double make sure no one was within earshot "Spit it out already" Laughing lightly, Shiro leaned in, placing both elbows on the table as he did "Am I that transparent?" "Just a little. What's wrong?" "I could ask the same of you. Don't think I'm not happy to see you, but this surprise visit feels rather sudden" "Can't I simply want to see my brother?" "Not when you look like your mind's back on Daibazaal. What's wrong? Is it Lance?" "You know I hate it when you do that. Not everything going on in my life is Lance related" "So you've talked to him about how you feel?" What was he supposed to say to that? He couldn't even tease him over Curtis given he'd bitten the bullet and they were now dating "Keith..." "It's not that easy. He was busy with work and stuff... besides, he's made it clear enough" "Did he? Or did you just assume?" "Shiro, he didn't even tell me he was back in space. Everyone else knew. It was Hunk who told me he was on Erathus" There was a degree of saltiness in his tone that couldn't go ignored. Shiro pinching the bridge of his nose "Are you he didn't tell you?" "Do you think me that much of an idiot? He... I..." He'd nearly slipped and admitted he was sure Lance wasn't as alright as he seemed "He seemed so distant. He was right there, but it didn't feel like it all" "That doesn't sound like him. He seemed to be doing better at Allura's memorial" "But that's the thing, isn't it?! He's always been good at hiding how hurt he is..." "You think he's in trouble?" "No. Maybe. I don't know..." "We can take a trip..." "No! No... he wouldn't like that... This job of his is obviously important to him..." "You've grown Keith, yet when it comes to Lance, you revert back to that moody little teenager" Scowling at his brother, Keith glared "Like you don't when you're with Curtis" "I was never a "moody little teenager". Seriously, if you think Lance needs a hand, it's nothing to redirect the Atlas" "I'm pretty sure Earth would think it a big something if you stole the Atlas because I'm worried about Lance" "Ha! So you admit you're worried!" Shiro sounded so much like Coran that a shiver ran down Keith's spine. Had Coran been there, he would demanding they head out to check on Lance, even if Lance protested it. Out of everyone in the team, it'd always been clear that Lance was Coran's favourite after Allura "So what if I am! He wasn't acting like himself and the place he's living in..." Keith cut himself off. He'd said too much "Is like what? Where's he living?" Shaking his head, Keith sighed "I don't even know where to begin. Krolia's been forced to have Kolivan reassess the mission because I can't get my shit together" "Keith, literally no one in the whole universe can make Krolia do anything. She's a force to be reckoned with" "She's covering up the fact that I can't think of anything but him" Groaning, Keith's hands went to his hair "Why does he do this to me? I was fine. Maybe not perfect, but I could go on a simple mission perfectly fine. Now I'm lying to my mother, throwing off a mission when we have a missing Blade member, who should be my priority, because Lance is in my head" Whisper yelling at Shiro was now the highlight of this saga, and why the quiznak was he getting teary "Was... he that bad?" "I felt like I didn't even know him. We neglected him. I know life happens. I know we're all going our separate ways, but... Don't you miss it? Fighting as team, bringing down the Galra and helping people? Feeling like you're part of something incredible. When Lance said he wanted to remain on Earth forever, I thought maybe one day... he'd be ready and we'd all be there for him. But he's been living off Earth, on Erathus, doing god knows what on his own" "I thought you liked doing humanitarian aid work through the Blade?" "I do. It's just..." It really wasn't the same. Axca, Zethrid, and Ezor weren't Hunk, Lance, and Pidge "You miss Lance" "Yeah. I know we fought, but he always had my back. He was the first to jump into battle, and the first to call me out on my shit. He..." "He is your best friend. It's ok to miss him" "He didn't even realise I had a crush on him. Then Allura broke his heart like that... So many times I've wished I'd told him how I felt. That he wasn't a second choice. That despite his irritating flirting and horrendous jokes, he was his best self when he wasn't pretending" Keith's cheeks were dusted pink with embarrassment. He'd known Shiro would pull his "Space Dad" magic tricks and draw all of this out of him "What's stopping you now?" "Haven't you been listening? We all abandoned him. He would never had done that to us" "He's been busy with his job" Keith was sick of it. Lance didn't spend every moment of every single quintant working, and he'd seen those damn messages "When is the last time you messaged him? Just to catch up?" "We have our team calls..." "And we're all on that chat. It's not use taking the time to actually ask him personally how he is, or what he's up to. I'm as guilty as everyone else. No wonder no body bothered to tell me he was off world" Slumping back in his seat, Kosmo licked at his hand. Closing his eyes, Keith felt like yelling at the universe for all of this "I'll message him tonight" "You can't" "Why not?" "Because the moment he hears I'm here, he's going to think I'm forcing you to make an effort" "Ah..." "Pretty much. I wonder if mum's found out anything about Guile" "Your missing Blade member, right? Why don't we go through everything again? Those test results will probably take a few more vargas, so we have time to figure things out" "There's nothing to figure out. It's like he dropped off the face of the... quadrant" "And space is infinite. If he really wanted to hide, it isn't hard to disappear entirely" "Kolivan doesn't seem to think that's the case. There's been ships attacked and other people have gone missing in the same area" "It might distract you from Lance long enough for you to work out what to do next..." Keith definitely wasn't past saying no to a distraction "... besides, patience yields focus" Groaning at his brother's trademark saying, Keith found himself nodding. There was no good panicking further until the results came back and knew there was nothing wrong with Lance. * Hearing he was onboard Curtis welcomed him happily, his arm sliding around Shiro's waist as Shiro blushed much like Keith had before. Opening his mouth to comment, he was silenced by a glare. How was he supposed to welcome his new brother-in-law if he wasn't allowed to speak to him. Thankfully, Curtis suggested showing him to the quarters he'd be using while on ship, which meant they could discuss the Atlas and not the fact Lance was still on his mind. Separating from the pair at his room due to some kind of no-urgent emergency, if there was such a thing, Keith showered before throwing himself down on the bed, enjoying the fact they'd fitted the Atlas with descent mattresses. Maybe he should steal one? Or two if he could convince to join him working for the Blades rather than for the "police" on Erathus. Despite feeling like he'd betrayed Lance's trust, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders by confining in Shiro. Shiro knew what to do far better than him, and he said wait, then he'd wait. And wait he did. Passing out atop his bed, he was woken by his name being called over the Atlas's speaker system, ruining a particularly nice dream of him between Lance's long caramel legs. Forced into a cold shower to collect his thoughts and redirect his blood flow, he entered the dining hall 20 doboshes later to find he was the last of the group to arrive. Sitting on the end of the joined table was a holopad, Pidge waving happily as she noticed him, before starting to gush over the progress she'd made with Rover, bouncing ideas off Hunk as she did. Keith had honestly thought the pair of them would end up together given their closeness, yet Hunk seemed genuinely happy with Shay and that was the main thing. Sliding in to the empty seat beside Shiro, a folder was placed in front of him "Hey! No work at my dining table!" Making to take the file, Keith snatched it up before Hunk could, skimming through the contents with his brow scrunched. The yellow vials were a highly advanced painkiller comparable to morphine. The red pills were filled with an unknown agent which at best guess seemed to be a kind of party drug designed to work all the way down to a person's quintessence. The blue pills were a mood stabiliser designed on some remote planet who's name he couldn't pronounce to help victims of war deaden their senses. There were traces of other drugs on the pills capsules, birth control and testosterone, which made absolutely no sense to Keith given the didn't see any other pills in the bathroom cabinet, nor did he see any reason for Lance to be self medicating like he was. His heart was hammering in his chest over the fact Lance was doing drugs and shooting up alien morphine "I said no files at the table" Brushing Hunk off, he halfheartedly apologised with his full attention on Shiro "Sorry, Hunk. Shiro, have you guys come across any of these before?" "The first one, the pain killer. I've seen it used when we've transferred alien refugees" "And?" "And what?" "What's it like?" "It's hardly legal, but that was under Galra rule. It's supposedly being redistributed, but still costs a pretty GAC" That wasn't what he was asking "I mean, how does it work?" "It deadens pain receptors in the brain. It's only used on the most severe of cases, generally when other pain killers in the field have failed, or a limb is lost, burns victims, etc. It's also highly addictive with prolonged use, which was another reason it was banned. The Galra knew they could make more money selling it privately to select people. Once addicted, they'd seek them out for more. That's how Coran described it. I had no idea either until we first ran across it shortly before Allura's memorial" Keith felt sick to his stomach. The banquet Hunk had prepared no longer looked appealing, it was all he could do to keep his lunch down. Did Lance know what he was taking was addictive? Did he care? Keith had been in more than his fair share of bad foster homes. Older kids popping pills to forget the pain of no one wanting to adopt them, it'd scared the shit out of him and ever since he'd avoided drugs like the plague "What's wrong? You've gone pale" What was wrong was that every molecule of his being wanted Kosmo to teleport him across the universe back to Lance's side and he was being forced to sit there, play calm, and act like the man he loved wasn't some kind of drug addicted hit man "Sorry. Just thinking" Letting the file be tugged from his grip, Hunk sighed at him "That's enough about work. You're on vacation, so start acting like it" "You're right, Hunk. All of this looks amazing. Way better then purple food goo" Hunk pulled a face at him, looking as if he'd been highly insulted "You guys are still using goo?" Shrugging, Keith had no excuse. He simply followed orders from Kolivan, plus the Galra had been living on purple goo for thousands of years, it took time for change to set in "It lasts" "But what about real food? With spices and textures, and you know, the most important part known as flavour" "Hunk, if you can change Kolivan's mind, we'd all love you for it. But man, they've been living on it for thousands of years and he doesn't have a problem with it" Hunk scrunched his nose up "Can't you just ask Krolia to talk to him" "Yeah. No. No such luck. She's already tried" "Tough luck man. I'll pack you extra when you leave" "Thanks, Hunk" When he left he was going back to drag Lance's arse off Erathus, even if he had to do so by his hair. Lance was probably dying for some proper food too... provided he wasn't high out of his quiznakking mind. Sitting there eating dinner with everyone laughing and smiling wasn't right. Picking at his meal, Keith listened on as everyone else grew progressively louder Shiro the only one to notice him drawing further and further from conversation as the others grew more and more excited over the fact that Shiro had finally ballsed up and asked Curtis out "Lance is fine. He's a smart kid, and he's been on Erathus this long without incident" "How do you know I'm even thinking about him?" "Because we talked about this before. He's a good kid, who's grown into a good man. Whatever Guile got caught up in, I'm sure it has nothing to do with Lance" "And if it did?" Shiro frowned at him, Keith unable to meet his eyes "Then he knows he can ask us for help" No. Lance really didn't. Whatever Lance was up to, Keith was certain that his friend thought the only option he had was to handle it alone "I think I'm going to call him later. Just to... to make sure" "Keith, the offer still stands. I don't mind calling Lance" That was the problem too. Shiro didn't "mind calling Lance". It hardly sounded like he wanted to actually call him, or at least to Keith's low mood that's how it came across. Pushing his chair back, he knew he was making a bit of a scene, but his anger couldn't take it. He needed to walk it off, or risk yelling at everyone for being such shit friends towards his future boyfriend... his best friend. Quiznak. Fuck this "Keith?" "Sorry, Hunk. I have to go make a call. I'll see you later" The moment he was out of the dining room, Keith's fingers were tapping away on his communicator, praying that Lance wasn't going to make things even harder by brushing him off with his seemingly standard "work" response.

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theklancecollection · 6 years

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I'm trying SO HARD to be positive about s7. There were a lot of genuinely good things (hunk, the first 3 episodes, the animation, hunk, seeing paladins' families, hunk, sam holt, hunk) but the bad things (most of the 2nd half, forced allurance, forced keith x acxa, killing off half of the lgbt rep after being promised more) is just SO BAD that they're hard to ignore. there's still 13 more episodes for lm and jds to turn things around, but idk, i'm just really conflicted rn :(

Hey there!

I completely agree with you. Hunk was undoubtedly the MVP of this season and that boy deserves it! It really sucks that a lot of people are calling the whole season bad and are advising others not to watch it. As a LGBTQ+ member, I completely understand the importance of having representation and why people are feeling so hurt by what the writers advocated they would show.

And that I believe is the whole problem. The creators of the show focused on the wrong elements when it came to promoting this season. If they had promoted Hunk, Earth and the other characters related to the Paladins, then I don’t think there would have been such a huge commotion. It’s the fact that they brought up Adam, revealed Shiro to be gay, and continuously bring Klance in all their promotional materials - they’re stringing us along and giving us false hopes.

This is something that I cannot forgive and it saddens me so much.

I don’t know how many of you know about Sterek (Stiles/Derek from Teen Wolf), but the creator and writers did the EXACT SAME thing where they pushed Sterek so hard in all their promotional materials and baited the fandom so hard only to neglect and insult us in the end. It was so horrible and it’s something that I can’t forget nor forgive. Sterek used to be one of my main ships but now I can’t even look at them because of how they were treated.

I really don’t want Klance to end up the same way because I love them way too much. I can understand if the creators don’t want Klance to be canon. But they should stop baiting us with them, or using paralleling scenes with them within the show. This season alone there were so many parallels to the first season and I can’t help but wonder what they were trying to get at.

If there’s anything that I want as of right now, then it’s for Klance to be friends / respectful teammates. I really don’t like Keith’s attitude towards Lance. I understand he’s been away for a long time, but this is not what I expected from. Just go back to Season 3 and look at how these two interacted. I would have thought those moments would at least mean something to them.

Which now I think about it, I think they do for Lance. Lance opened up to Keith about his insecurities. Out of everyone, he was pushing for Keith to take on the leadership role and not run away or lash out when things get hairy. But rather, own up to your mistakes and keep trying harder. And Keith listened to him and took up on those pieces of advice. He did do better and you know what? Given the way he used to behave in the past, Keith was making progress. He was learning how to do better and be better. He was learning that it takes more to save the universe than blasting away at some evil ships. You need to change mentalities for the better and that’s what Lance offered.

I’m getting carried away here but I guess the point I’m trying to make is that Klance’s canon history thus far have to mean something otherwise what was the point of showing it at all?

It’s like once Keith left, Klance sort of got lost... and now that he’s back it just doesn’t know how to work / move forward. Which to me, makes no sense at all since there is SO much that could have been done with them.

Season 3 = Lance was Keith’s right hand man and was constantly pushing him to do / be better.

Season 4 - 5 = Keith and Lance are on their own separate journeys. Keith is gaining a lot of answers and is shedding away a lot of his anger / insecurities. Lance on the other hand is falling into a pit of despair and his insecurities are stacking up.

Season 6 = Keith comes back, fully realized and ready to be the leader Voltron needs. Lance sees this is and is a) happy for Keith while also b) questioning his own progress.

Season 7 = They’re going back home. Keith has never seen Lance be more excited. They both share their stories and the new moves they have learned. They find out about Galra invading Earth and Lance feels even more shit because he thinks they were too late and is constantly questioning his spot as a defender. Keith gives him a pep talk like he did with Hunk. Lance is a little more optimized because hearing these words coming from Keith, a man whom he has learned to admire and respect so much means a lot.

Season 8 = TBA

Like honestly. I’m not asking for much. Just show Keith respecting Lance as a teammate and friend.

This already super long but I’m gonna roll with it.

I’m holding out on Allurance and Kacxa because to me there is no indication of them being canon.

The Allurance scene: Lance has always been there for Allura whenever it came to facing tough missions or emotional difficulties. To me, I see this as a really strong friendship. If I’m going on a mission that would possibly kill me, I too would take the opportunity to see a goodbye to my best friend. I know Lance has always liked Allura and it could be counted as being romantic but it’s not how I saw it when looking at it from Allura’s POV. If it turns out to be true... then well... that just sucks considering everything she has been through with Lotor. Now, I’m not equating Lance with Lotor but I think Allura needs some time to herself and process everything that has happened. Hell, I think EVERYONE needs some time to process their whole lives.

As for Keith & Axca, again I don’t see that as an indicator of them being canon. Axca has always tried to kill Keith and while I may be happy that she’s now against the Galran empire, it doesn’t mean I’m okay with her being with Keith. (And no I’m not saying this as a Klance shipper.) As for Keith going back for her, he has always been like this. Axca isn’t the first. He always goes back for people who have tried to help them out. I didn’t see this as being any different. As for Zethrid’s comment, I’m seeing it as a joke. Axca and Keith have faced off many times and Ezor/Zethrid could very well have teased her about this in the past. It doesn’t mean that they are canon. The graveyard scene again makes sense to me because that’s Axca’s connection to the team - Keith, and the fact she’s a Galra. I can easily see her becoming a part of the Blade and helping out in that faction.

Axca and Allura are amazing individuals in their own right. They shouldn’t be demonized or hated for expressing themselves just because we want Klance to be together. Klance don’t exist in a vacuum. The reason why they are such compelling and complex characters is because of their interactions with rest of the world.

I’m going to stop here because this has gotten REALLY long but I have a LOT of feelings about this show and today is actually the first real time that I’ve talked to anyone about it.

#klancecollection answers #kc rambles #that-g3-obsessive #voltron #klance

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shadyzap · 6 years

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Star Struck Fool

Shance AU

Part 4

“I'm… cold?” Jay chuckled and shaking his head while continuing to walk down the steps. It took them awhile but they finally got to the floor where all the cadets dorms are, which is the fourth through sixth floor but Lances dorm is on the fifth. Jay walked him all the way to his dorm but once they got there, there was a surprise. Well mainly for Lance because, when the fuck does Shiro go to other cadets dorms when it's not Keith's? Before Lance had arrived, with his wonderful companion, Shiro was worried out of his mind. He paced in front Lances door. Beforehand he'd knocked about five times before realizing Lance wasn't there. Which worried him even more. He needed to talk to Lance he didn't mean to say those thing he said but he was just so frustrated that day. Keith had been distant and cold with Shiro that day and it made him incredibly angry, but still, it was no excuse. Lance didn't deserve what had been said to him. What Shiro said to him. Lance is amazing. He may not know it yet but gods is he extraordinary. Besides Hunk, Shiro is the only one who knows how hard Lance works. He knows that Lance practices with the flight simulator after school hours and how he has straight A’s. How he's so reliable and strong, making him the person that his friends come to for advice and comfort. Now, Shiro starts to wonder. Does Lance have the support he need? Is he happy? Does he have his own personal lance to seek comfort and advice from? Shiro doesn't know but the answer to all his questions is, No. He doesn't. Yeah Lance parades himself as someone who has great confidence but there are nights that Lance would lay awake, but not fully awake, on his bed staring at his ceiling, tears streaming down the side of his face and onto the pillow. These night were the worst for Lance. He felt like he couldn't move or breathe, like he was watching himself crumble in front of his own eyes. These nights are the worst. Shiro stopped pacing once he heard people coming down the hallway. He recognized one voice, it was Lance. But he wasn't alone. “Ah, lieutenant Shirogane! Fancy seeing you here… why exactly are you here?” Jay greeted then asked. Confused because let's face it, it's unusual to see lieutenants at the cadets dormitories. “I… um … I need to talk to my cadet.” Jay looked down at Lance eyebrows arched in surprise. “Wow! You're Lieutenant Shirogane's cadet? Impressive! Only the best get to be mentored by him.” Jay messed up Lances hair in a brotherly fashion. But then he hooked his arm around Lance almost as if he knew that something was going on between them and the reason Lance had been crying on the roof. “Well I best be going now. See ya Lance!” Jay walked off but looked back over his shoulder to see how deflated Lance looked in front of Shiro. He wondered. Lance and Shiro stood there for a while, not talking nor making eye contact with one another. But finally Lance spoke. “I need to do some homework so I should go ins-” Lance was stopped mid sentence as he was reaching for the scanner, by Shiro's hand. He froze. Shiro never touched him. Not even when they trained together and Lance got knocked down. All Shiro would do is ignore him or talk at him about how should do better or try to copy Keith. He never touched Lance. “Lance I need to talk to you… please?” Shiro pleaded. Once again lance was avoiding his gaze. Lance knew that if he looked into his eyes he'd forgive Shiro, Lance doesn't want to forgive him but, at the same time he wants to talk to Shiro again. “Lance?” Shiro asked again hoping he'd get an answer. Lance pulled his arm from Shiro's strong yet gentle grip.

“Can I just go in my room?” Lance asked not wanting to have this conversation right now. He wasn't prepared for it, he doesn't think he'd ever be ready. “I would like to talk to you… I really need to.” The thought of Lance not ever speaking to him again scared him. It's only been a day since that day happened and it feels like it's been weeks. Shiro wants to explain to him that he's his best cadet despite what everyone thinks and Lance himself. Shiro does admit it, he is attached to Keith but compared to Keith Lance was someone he found comfort in. Like he could be himself. Lance accepts him for who he is without blinking and eye. With Keith, he's a little more timid and hesitant to speak to him. It's more Keith than Shiro who's timid and hesitant mainly because he's an orphan who lives alone and has trust issues. So Shiro tries to make him feel the same way Lance makes him feel. “Will you please talk to me?” Shiro pleads once more. His voice crack a little which makes Lance look up in shock. The one thing Lance hates to see is people that he cares deeply about, cry. He turns into a momma bear and tries to make them happy again. Shiro isn't crying, he's on the verge but he's not crying. Lance thanks the gods because he knows damn well if Shiro cried Lance would forgive him in a heartbeat. “I didn't expect you to be here. It surprised me…” Lance started, in a small voice. “But what surprised me the most...was how you made me feel.” Lance felt a lump in his throat. He felt like he was choking. Usually Lance is the type of person to say what's on his mind but right now, he can't. He knows he should because this could harm his education but gods his self-esteem has never been so low. “You're someone I admire, cherish, and wish nothing but happiness for you. And for you to tell me that you feel the exact opposite… I-” Lance stopped mid sentence, holding back tears, lips trembling. It took a second to catch his breath so he could continue talking.

“I want to talk and get back to normal, but right now I'm still picking up the pieces of me you broke so I can't. Physically, I can't.” “Lance please allow me to apologize. I know what I said to you was wrong-” “Wrong?” He scoffed. “It wasn't just wrong Shiro. You made me feel like I'm worthless. Like I'm not good enough for this school or as you said it ‘frankly I'm not good enough for you’. Do you know what that did to me?!” Lance yelled panting as his anger was starting to kindle. “Fuck, Lance. I'm so sorry! I didn't-” “Sorry doesn't fix things Shiro! You hurt me, twice, and I honestly don't know if I can forgive you. I can't find the courage to forgive. I don't… “ Lance choked on a sob. Shiro saw his lips tremble and it absolutely broke Shiros heart. But what confused Shiro was when Lance said that he hurt him twice. Shiro tried to think back on it, to see if he really did do something he didn't remember, but he couldn't. But as he look back on his memories he saw how oblivious and cold hearted he was towards Lance. He always thought Lance was just playing around and not taking things seriously, but now, Lance was just trying to make Shiro happy. That's all Lance wants. Is for Shiro to be happy. Gods Shiro is and idiot. Shiro tried to step to Lance back he backed away from Shiro. In shock and horror Shiro shook his head. “Please Lance, please I want to be able to be with you I you to talk to me like you usually do. This whole week has been hell for me and-”

“And you think letting it out on me was the best option to go to?” Lance scoffed, interrupting Shiro. “No Lance! I promise you I didn't mean to! Please Lance, please believe me.” Lance shook his head and dread washed over Shiro. “I don't want to forgive because I don't believe you. You've never been nice to me. And in case you haven't noticed, you're only ‘nice’ to me when Keith is actually talking to you!” Shiro wanted to reject his accusation but he knew it was true. “Just… please. Give me time. I need some time to focus on myself instead of others.” And with that Lance scanned his palm and rushed into his room. Leaving Shiro in complete shock. “Fuck!” Shiro screamed as he pulled at his hair, regretting every horrible and inconsiderate thing he did to Lance. Tears started to form at the rim of his eyes as he reminisced about Lance and how bubbly and thoughtful he was to Shiro. And how he was the exact opposite. He's been focused on how Keith feels about him so much he never noticed that Lance was the one that made him the happiest.

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Sooooo... yeh

Kinda emotional. Kind hard for me to write bc I personally had something like this happen to me.

But on the bright side y'all get a story out of it :D

Please tell me what y'all think I'm open to ideas and all

But omg my poor bby Lance idk why I love Langst and shangst when it breaks my heart ;-;

Maybe I'm a masochist lol

Part 1

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Part 3

#lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #shiro x lance #shance #shangst #langst #keith kogane #voltron

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keiths-stupid-mullet · 7 years

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I'm really excited to see if you think of the 'bedroom scene' (this sounds so weird) as a good or as a bad thing since people seem to have very different opinions about this moment

(‘bedroom scene’ sounds excellent and I’ll defend that name until death lmao)

OK YOU ASKED FOR IT,,, IT’S LONG BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS :P The way I see it, the scene wasn’t as extreme as most people make it out to be. It wasn’t overwhelmingly positive but it wasn’t drastically negative either. It was… a scene. A shared moment between them that gave us insight about how Lance thinks of Keith and what Keith still needs to work on as a leader.

It beings when Lance comes into the room. He knocks and waits for Keith to acknowledge him but there is not a single doubt in his mind that Keith will allow him into his room. He marches in without hesitation and Keith moves aside, no questions asked. Lance had known that Keith would listen to him.

That’s a huuuuge improvement from s1. S1 Lance would never have considered going to Keith about his problems and s1 Keith would have probably just stared at Lance in confusion, blocking the doorway. Not here though. Keith is happy that Lance visited him. As soon as Lance admits that he wants to talk about something that troubles him, Keith starts smiling.

It’s honestly adorable how happy he is. “Wow, it really must be bothering you if you’re coming to talk to me.” He’s just- he’s so happy, he even made a joke, he was delighted that Lance thought of depending on him when he needed help. We already know how much value Keith places on “bonding” but this was a crucial moment for him; Lance has shown that he supports Keith in the first few episodes of s3 but supporting someone and trusting them with your own troubles are two different things. Lance trusts Keith, he really really does and Keith is finally starting to realize it.

Then Lance says it’s because he is the “team leader” now. Keith’s expression falls.

But here’s the thing. Shiro was already back at that point. And I mean back as in ‘already in his new outfit and out of his room’-back. It makes sense that Lance wouldn’t want to burden him with heavy decisions but this is not a heavy decision (even if Lance might think otherwise hah). If he still thought of Keith the way he had thought of him in s1 he would have gone to Shiro with this.

So why did he choose Keith? Multiple reasons, probably - because he didn’t want to bother Shiro, because Keith has actually seen his skills on the battlefield and is the only ‘battle-leader’ qualified to make a decision, because he knows Keith would listen, because he knows that Keith would never lie to him, because he trusts Keith. Lance is insecure and he doesn’t like to show it, even when he told Coran about his homesickness it was Coran that approached him. Not here though. Lance approaches Keith out of his own free will. Between Keith and Shiro it’s probably easier for Lance to show this side of himself to Keith, someone he sees as distinctly human/reachable (they are “neck to neck”) as opposed to someone levels above him (his “hero”).

Then the whole spiel starts. Keith… at first Keith genuinely doesn’t understand what’s going on. Lance is like “I’ve been doing some math” and Keith is like “lol ok yeah your math is correct”. Then it slowly dawns on him as Lance keeps explaining his reasoning. He follows along until “maybe the best I can do for the team is to step aside”.

By then the importance of the moment has fully sunken in. He understands that Lance is serious about this but he doesn’t understand how he reached that conclusion. He’s like “what are you talking about?!” and when Lance tells him that Keith would want his best soldiers on the front line - excluding himself with that statement - Keith can’t even begin to explain how wrong that is. The thing about these two is that they raaarely have heart-to-hearts and in those they have had it was usually Lance comforting Keith or Keith just… going along with whatever Lance initiates.

But that doesn’t work this time. Lance expects him to take the lead and so Keith does what he always does when he is confronted with emotions like insecurity: tell Lance (or himself) to suck it up and deal with it. He didn’t mean any ill by it, it’s just how Keith usually deals with feelings. He shoves troubles and doubts aside and focuses on what he can do. He lives in the moment, Lance lives in the future. “Stop worrying about who flies what and just focus on your mission. Things will work themselves out” was genuine advice from Keith^^’

[it might also be a failed attempt at offering comfort - Keith doesn’t really believe in things working themselves out, so when he says that he’s basically telling Lance that the team is going to work it out. Which is exactly what happens later, Keith was ready to give up his lion and stay at the castle ship. There is no way Lance could have known that on his own though… and I’m not sure if Keith was even consciously aware of what he was implying with these words :’D]

[flat out rejection to discuss things his friends worry about is not new behavior for him either - he did the same thing back in s2e1 when he Shiro asked him to lead Voltron in case he’s not there anymore. He dismissed Shiro’s concerns with “stop talking about that, nothing is gonna happen to you”. Keith is just plain bad with words, it’s definitely something he needs to work on,,,]

Anyway, Lance’s reaction to Keith’s words is an immediate draw back. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” Which is completely understandable, anyone in his situation would have felt as if their worries just got dismissed. And Keith realizes he has fucked up, he calls out to him with a sad expression:

Before making that one “leave the math to Pidge joke”:

It was an attempt to cheer Lance up and Lance recognized the joke for what it was, so he smiled. He smiled because it was a joke and to let Keith know that his efforts are appreciated, but the joke didn’t make the lack of help from before any better or worse. Lance has gotten nothing out of it besides being able to guess that Keith probably cares about him - but he already knew that, otherwise he wouldn’t have approached him in the first place. Keith got out of this that Lance needs support, even if he has not the slightest clue on how to provide it (and he isn’t the type that would go to other people with this issue; not if Lance has approached him privately).

This scene wasn’t a “big klance moment”, it was just one step of many in their relationship. They are developing slowly, from ‘rivals’ to tentative friends. I don’t think that Keith helped Lance much, there is definitely a loooot of langst still coming up thanks to his failure of supporting him here, but I don’t think that he destroyed the fragile foundations of their friendship with this either. Lance might hesitate or choose not to approach him again if he has more self-confidence issues but I doubt that he blames Keith for that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The same way he had his reasons to not approach Hunk, Pidge, Allura or Shiro this time he might have his reasons not to go to Keith next time. That doesn’t mean he values their developing relationship any less :D

#a² (answered ask)#anon #sorry for any mistakes it's now 1:30am and my eyes are burning lmao #i hope this makes sense somehow :'D #NSDFJGHS IT'S ALWAYS 2 STEPS FORWARD AND 1 STEP BACK WITH THEM #A L W A Y S #this here was the step back #after the 2 steps forward from where lance comforted keith #it's not bad though - sooner or later there will be 2 more steps #ALSO!!!!!! THIS REALLY PROVES HOW MUCH LANCE TRUSTS KEITH OKAY!!!!!!!!!!#i will nevernever n e v e r get over that

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panda-noosh · 7 years

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Hello 😁 scenarios for the Paladins where they're nervous bc they've got to do something like a friendly fighting match against some selected champion or whatever and when they reveal to their s/o that they're worried they'll lose the match, s/o gives them an invigorating kiss, leaving them all like "I'm winning this damn thing for you" Thank you Aticus!

Sorry this tookso long to get to! I hope you enjoy it!

Shiro:

Shiroknew he had no reason to be nervous. This fight had been planned agesago, and he had been training for it ever since. He was ready. Asready as he could be.

Heknew that all he could do was try his best. He had to get in the ringand show them just how much he had been working during the build upto this very day.

Andyet the nerves grabbed a hold of him only moments before the fightwas due to begin. His opponent had arrived, confident looking withtheir planets flag draped over their broad and buff shoulders – alot broader than Shiro's, though that had never been a warning signfor the Paladin. Strength wasn't measured physically – he couldoutsmart anybody, no matter their size.

Shirolooked on from the side lines, hidden behind the draping curtainwhich cut off the ring from the crowd. He could only see half of hisopponents face, but even that was enough to make him feel even morenervous than he was before.

Hehollows out his cheeks and shakes his head to nobody other thanhimself. He could have swore he was alone, though whenever he turnsaround to face the large room in which he had been locked in for thepast three hours, he is surprised to see you sitting in the arm chairin the corner, a book in your hand. Your eyes aren't skimming thepages, though. You're looking at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Youseem tense,” you say, not even bothering to elaborate on why you'rehere and not in the crowd with everybody else. “Since when didTakashi Shirogane get tense?”

Shiroshakes his head, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his oversizedhoodie. “It's nothing.”

Younarrow your eyebrows, setting your novel down beside your chair andpushing yourself upwards. “You can tell me if you're nervous, youknow. I think it's only natural for you to feel nervous in thissituation.”

“Hejust looks so -” Shiro shrugs. “-confident.”

Youpeak your head past Shiro's shoulder, catching a glimpse of the manin question. He does, but you would never say that to Shiro. Instead,you find yourself chuckling as you approach the Paladin, winding yourhands over his shoulders and pulling him into you a little bit.

Helooks down at you, hands on your waist now.

“Hehasn't got anything on you,” you say. “You weren't a Paladin ofVoltron for nothing. That guy – he probably got this gig off ofsome druggie on a street corner. You can show him who's a realleader.”

Youkiss him. It's sudden, and sweet, and filled with the words of 'Goodluck' and it means everything to Shiro in that moment. Some fighterstake steroids – all Shiro needs is you.

Thekiss is over all-too-soon as Shiro's name is called from outside. Helooks down at you, ignoring it for just a moment longer – a momenthe spends looking at you, at the way you look up at him with yourhands wound around his shoulders and your cheeks tinted a red colourdue to the passion you had just built up only a moment before.

Shiroinhales. “Alright, alright. I'll win it.”

Youbreak out in a smile, pressing another kiss to his jaw line. “Don'tkill him.”

Keith:

“Iswear to god there's a dent in the carpet from where you've beenpacing.”

Keithis startled by the sound of your voice, and yet he makes no move toshow this. He simply flicks his eyes up to you for a single moment,before he goes back to doing what he was doing – pacing.

Todaywas the day. Theday.The one day of the year he had to prove to the Blade of Marmora thathe was, in fact, capable of being one of them. Testing day camearound once a year, and this year would be his first one. He couldn'tlook weak now.

Butanxiety had a nasty habit of robbing him of that feeling ofconfidence he so desperately needed in this moment. He needed amiracle, he thought. He needed some holy Angel to come down from theheavens and bless him with the skill to actually stand upright,because today, it felt like he could collapse at any minute.

Itwas eating him alive, and there was only hours left before he was dueto step into the examination centre and prove himself to the peoplehe had wanted to impress for the past year and a half.

Yousigh when you see him. Always so silent about his struggles, and yethis actions spoke paragraphs.

“Isaw you training the other day.” You step into the room, closingthe door quietly behind you. Keith looks up again, finally stoppinghis movements and opting to simply tap at his lip to get rid of thenervous energy as you spoke. “You're good. Very good. They'd bestupid to let go of you now.”

Keithcrinkles his nose up. “I was good for a Paladin. Not for them.They're on another level. One I don't think I've quite reached yet.”

Youraise a brow. A part of this was almost humorous to you. Kulivan hadexpressed how impressed he was of Keith's performances on multipleoccasions, and praised him on his tactics after almost every missionthe Blade of Marmora went on. It was close to impossible at thispoint that they would ever willingly drop Keith.

“Well,”you say, trying to hold back your giggles, “I don't know who toldyou you weren't onthat level yet,but from an outsiders perspective, you're the most fierce Galra I'veever seen.”

Youstep forward once again. Keith narrows his eyes, noticing your littlesteps towards him that make him want to reach out and drag you intohim to speed the process up. Either way, he keeps his hands tohimself.

“Andit would be a damnshameif this was the last time I saw you in that suit,” you continue,trailing your eyes down his toned body which is being hugged by thetight Blade of Marmora suit.

Keithswallows thickly as you look back up at him, a smile gracing yourfeatures which is soon melting away as you press your lips to his asa final good luck charm.

Keithfeels relief wash over him as soon as your lips touch his, and forthose few seconds, he isn't panicking. He's simply feeling. He'senjoying this moment with your hands wrapped around his torso and hishands on your waist and your lips on his all over again.

Youpull away, looking up at him with those big eyes that scream 'faith'at him. Faith you have in him. Faith you've always had in him.

Heswallows again and nods. “Right. That would be a shame. I guess Ihave to get through this then.”

Lance:

SeeingLance nervous was like seeing a newborn baby form a full compoundsentence – it didn't happen.

Atleast, that's what you thought.

Youdon't know what to think now as you sit back and watch your boyfriendpace back and forth, a thumb lodged between his teeth as incoherentwords of panic escape him. He looks so scared in this moment,thoughts clearly racing through his mind about todays fight.

“Lance,honestly, you got yourself into this mess.”

Lancewhirls around, a dramatic gasp exaggerating his sudden movement. “Youthink so, too?”

Youroll your eyes, standing up and walking towards him. “You literallytold the guy you were going to fight him. He was perfectly fine withjust leaving it as a verbal argument.”

“Idon't know what you're talking about.”

Youcrinkle your nose up as you finally reach him, taking his hands inyours. They're clammy and slightly bruised from where he had beenpunching the punching bag all day.

“Youcan just cancel it if you want,” you inform him, flipping his handsover to inspect his bruised knuckles. “I'm sure the bloke hasbetter things to do then fighting a Paladin of Voltron.”

“Hetried to kiss you,” Lance says. “I'm not just gonna cancel thefight.”

“Ipushed him away!” you exclaim, a laugh escaping you. “Andbesides, I didn't even know what had happened before you camebarrelling in and pushed him away.”

“Godknows what would have happened if I didn't.”

“Himand I probably would have gotten married, had kids, moved into abig-”

Lance grunts, not letting you finish before he'spressing his lips to yours in an attempt to shut you up. You chuckleagainst his mouth, letting go of his hands so they can wrap aroundhis shoulders, clipping at the nape of his neck where you findyourself absent-mindedly messing with a strand of his hair.

Whatwas meant to be a kiss to quieten you slowly turned into a kiss whichcalmed Lance down. The nerves that had been piling on due to thefight he himself had organised were slowly being released through thekiss, making him crave more whenever you pulled away.

Hiseyes fluttered closed as he remembered why he was fighting in thefirst place – the guy had tried to hurt you. That was all he neededto remember to have the motivation to win.

Hunk:

“I'mreally not the fighting type.”

“Thenwhy did you say yes?”

“I'mreally not the type to say 'no' either.”

Youpress your fingers into your eyes, rubbing the exhaustion out ofthem. You had been trying to calm him down for the past hour and ahalf, and yet here he was, repeating the same words over and overagain as if doing so will cancel the fight altogether.

Youwant to tell him to stop, that fighting somebody wasn't going tosolve anything, but he was far too absorbed in the idea of beingtough thatyour words didn't seem to filter in his brain. He had taken notice ineverybody elses ability to fight hand-to-hand, meaning he had to doit as well.

“Idon't know what you want me to say.” You let your hand drop, itlanding in Hunk's lap where he softly intertwines your fingers. “I'vesaid good luck about a thousand times now, and it doesn't seem to bedoing anything.”

“Maybeyou could fight the guy for me,” he suggests. You raise a brow,tilting your head to the side and he groans, finally slumping backagainst the pillows behind him. “I don't know why I get myself inmesses like these. There's really no need for it.”

“Youwant to prove your strength,” you point out. “It's normal, Iguess. I understand why you would want do. It's just – you reallyaren't muchof a fighter, Hunk.”

“Goodwords of encouragement, babe.”

Yougroan, tapping his arm. “You know what I mean. You're thehappy-go-lucky Hunk, and everybodies perfectly fine with it. Youdon't have to fight somebody to prove yourself.”

“Everybodyelse fights really well in hand-to-hand combat.”

“Becausethey trained. You haven't even gotten up from sulking yet.”

Hunkcloses his eyes. He knows you're right. He knows he got himself intothis mess all because he needed an ego boost – one he might noteven get if he loses. Everybody had told him that he wasn't cut outfor fighting, and yet here he was – getting ready for a fight.

“Okay,change of plans,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I need somethingelse to calm me down. Your words of encouragement suck.”

Youroll your eyes, finally deciding to use your last resort. With asigh, you lean forward, take his hands away from his face and placeyour lips over his. For a moment, he doesn't respond, too shocked toreally do anything.

Butthen his body is relaxing and he is kissing you back. It's not justrelaxing into the kiss, though – his anxieties suddenly seem to beoozing out of him, replaced by the butterflies which never fail toarise in his stomach whenever you kiss him.

Youpull away all too soon and intertwine your fingers with his again,looking down at him with that smile that made his head spin just thesame as it did all them years ago.

“Howabout that?” you question. He licks his bottom lip, swallowingthickly.

“Okay.Yeah. Yeah. I can do this. You're right. You're always right.”

Pidge:

Pidgewasn't sure who was more nervous about the upcoming fight – you orher.

Ofcourse she was nervous. She always was when it came to this time ofyear. She had to prove herself to the masses yet again – she had tomake herself look good in front of thousands of people, yet again.

Lastyear had been a disaster for her. She had gone on after Shiro, andhad immediately been snickered at. After seeing Shiro completelydominate his opponent, the last thing the crowd had expected was forsomebody like Pidge to walk out of backstage, ready to fight whoeverit was that was given to her.

Thisyear, she had to prove herself. She had to show people that shewasn't just thesmall Paladin of Voltron. Shewas Pidge Gunderson. She was smart, and fierce, and scary when shewanted to be and she could prove it if she just-

Yougroan loudly all of a sudden, swinging your head back in the dramaticway you had been doing for the past half hour. Pidge looks up fromher space on the sofa. She had been reading, said activity being herway of calming down.

Apparently,your way of calming down was pretending like you were dying.

“Everythingokay?” Pidge calls over to you, casually flicking the page of hernovel.

Yougroan again, wriggling in your seat until you're laying across itsideways, feet hanging off of the arm rest with your other arm slungover your eyes. “This is too much. The tension is killing me.”

“Youand me both. I just know how to keep quiet about it.”

Yougroan a third time. “I'm serious! How the hell am I meant to justsit back here and watch you fight some random alien thing?”

Pidgeraises a brow. “Are you saying I can't do it?”

“I'msaying that if you get injured, I'm scared I'm gonna snap and do somedamage to the people outside.”

“Youalways did believe in me.”

Youopen one eye and send Pidge a warning sideways glance. She sighs atthe sight of it, rolling her eyes once as she sets her book downbeside her.

Youshuffle upright, sitting up properly so Pidge can settle into thechair beside you. Her shoulder hits yours, her legs slightly tangledwith your own before she rests her head on your shoulder, pressingher warm lips to your exposed collar bone.

“I'llbe fine,” Pidge says, messing with your fingers as she speaks. “Youknow the rules – no killing allowed.”

“Pidge.”

“Iwas trying to be comforting!” she insists. You shake your head,unable to hide the smile on your face. It only takes a moment for youto grab your girlfriend by the chin and pull her lips up to yours,pressing them together.

Ina way, it was for good luck. Telling her she can do this if she putsher mind to it, just like every other task Pidge had ever taken on.But the kiss still brings Pidge back to earth, replacing herbutterflies of nerves with butterflies of need which she quicklyexaggerates by getting her fingers lost in the strands of hair she iscurrently tugging at on your head.

Youbite down on her lip whenever you notice her getting handsy, makingher pull away with a pout.

“Itwas meant to be for good luck. Don't get too carried away,” youwarn. She rolls her eyes one last time.

“Ihave to win this damn fight so I can get some later on, don't I?”

Yousmile. “Well, you certainly won't be getting some if you come homebattered and bruised, will you?”

“Ilove motivation.”

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honest question here, im sorry but what exactly IS problematic about kallura? if they become canon, it IS possible for other characters to be same-sex attracted and they are both poc yaknow, so its not like its whitewashing and claiming the last remaining characters as hetero(they can still be bi too), while i was on episode one and didn't know anything abt fandom i thought that keith and allura's personalities would match well so that's why i'm so confused as to why everyone hates them so much

i’ve been getting so many asks making me explain why i hate this blandass pairing so much like y’all….. i literally have an #anti kallura tag. tumblr literally has that tag. the reasons are right there and answering the same thing over and over is repetitive and, frankly, annoying.

but since this ask basically sums up most of the questions i’ve gotten, i’ll bite.

1. “they are both poc” where?? has it ever?? been stated that keith is poc?? asian!keith is a popular HEADcanon, particularly korean!keith because steven yeun voices him. but the only earthlings confirmed to be poc are lance (cuban), hunk (samoan), and shiro (japanese). the only heritage info we’ve gotten from keith so far is that he’s half galra, and somehow his dad has a texan accent. there’s been zero confirmation that he’s asian.

2. “they can still be bi too just because they get together doesn’t mean they’re hetero” what i need you to understand is that literally none of us are going to be against a ship just for the sole reason that it’s heterosexual. what we ARE against is how heteronormative that shit is. like, oh it’s so romantic isn’t it! he’s an attractive guy and she’s an attractive girl and they’re standing in the same room together! OTP UWU!!!!!!!!!1~ fuck outta here with that shit. all their interactions so far have been nothing but forced and strained, with keith giving jackshit consideration for allura’s feelings about his whole galra reveal. like “oh allura hates me :’(( it’s not like i chose to be galra!!! :’(( maybe they’re not all that bad allura, did you ever think about that? :’((” as if her entire civilization wasn’t wiped out by the people he’s now defending. as if she even had the time to properly mourn for the death of her entire planet because she has a universe to save from the very people he’s trying to make out as possibly good. as if she has ANY reason to trust her own oppressors after everything they had done to her and her people, and everything they are STILL doing to everyone else in the universe. but despite it all, allura realized that maybe she has been considering nothing but her own standpoint without taking keith’s side of the situation into consideration. so she apologized for it. and keith literally just. stood there without even giving his OWN apology. it was all set up as if he’s the victim of the situation and she’s the one who did all the wrong when the reality is they both had good and bad points. a sincere and heartfelt apology is a two-way street given their situation, but allura had to do all the work, and keith did next to nothing but brood and mope and whine and be angsty. it was like all she was there for was to further his manpain. it’s not an equal and balanced relationship between two individuals who understand and recognize each other’s differences, and that’s heteronormative. that’s what we don’t like.

3. “on episode one i thought they would match well” they barely interacted in episode one. in season one in general. and the only interactions they had in season two were the “maybe not all galra” pod talk and the galra reveal (which, in itself, was just handled so poorly because of how rushed it was), and each and every single one of their interactions are done only to contribute to the “galra keith” story arc. it’s very plot-driven, not character-driven (which is obviously essential when you’re setting up a romance between two characters). of all the people involved in the ensemble cast they have the most awkward and forced interactions. and i know some of y’all would be like “you’re just saying that because they’re a boy/girl pairing!!!1” but there are lots of boy/girl pairings there that are honestly really nice and cute, but the sole difference is that they actually have, you know, chemistry.

and yes, i’ve read some posts defending this blandass ship. i’ve seen the meta, i’ve seen the arguments, i’ve seen the possibilities they put up, and i’m still not here for it. like don’t get me wrong, it’s not a nasty ship because they’re both teenagers, it’s just bad. and those things i said above are the reasons why i think it’s bad (or, at least, the reasons i remember)

so unless we’ve got new content that somehow makes me think better of this ship, i’m not changing my goddamn mind about my opinions on it. i’m not going to purposefully attack anyone who’s just enjoying this pairing’s content and staying in their lane. like, go on, the ship isn’t a nasty shaladin one, you do you, i don’t really give a shit.

i’ll just be over here, having a good time with people who have good taste.

#this is probably the last ask i'll answer about ''what's the problem with blabla'' because it's getting really annoying repeating myself ove #r and over #im just gonna put this here so yall can see the summary (ish) of it firsthand when going to my tag #anti kallura #answers

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I'm the anon who said you don't glorify obesity. Look I don't know anything about that ship y'all keep referring to and I don't know who "Hunk" is or whatever, I'm talking in general terms. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT SHIPPING OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT just to clarify. I think it's wrong that people glorify being skinny but I don't think glorifying obesity is any better (I'm talking about more than overweight - ACTUALLY OBESE)

I’m probably not explaining myself properly but I think people should be able to ship whatever they want, the shipping was never my point. I just think the way people on the internet have been going on like “Fat women are goddesses!!! Real women have curves!!! If you don’t agree you’re fatphobic!!!” is wrong. I have been hospitalized twice for anorexia, I know how being skinny is glorified but I don’t think switching it around so it becomes “being obese is totally awesome and if you say otherwise you’re a horrible fatphobe” is any better. I’m sorry for sending you so many messages, I’ll stop now.

okay so GIVEN THAT WE ALREADY CLARIFIED OURSELVES ON THE MISUNDERSTANDING: the problem is that we were actually talking about shipping XD and the other anon decided it had to be about health but like the problem in general is that as usual (on tumblr and I guess in the US because it’s mostly US beauty standards I’m seeing thrown around) is that there’s no middle way in anything. I mean, like:

body shaming is a thing. in general. the problem is that fatshaming is, like, a thing that is more culturally spread than the contrary even if in some countries (ie italy) there’s this concept that if you’re skinnier than a size 42 (I guess it’s like an S or small M) you’re omg so unhealthy please EAT SOME PUT MEAT ON YOUR BONES WHY DO U HATE GOOD FOOD, but it’s more of an older generation thing. like, I’ve had problems with weight bc when I was in freaking elementary school people would go like ‘omg you’re so fat’ at me and I thought I was and then I looked at some pictures years later and I was like ‘… wtf I was perfectly fine what the hell’ and there’s a general implication that fat/overweight = unhealthy when it’s not necessarily the case.

the problem is that when it comes to body positivity there is like literally zero distinction between curvy, overweight, fat and obese which are not the same thing, and there is zero distinction between body positivity and promote a healthy lifestyle. I mean, according to US standards someone who’s fat would be… like… normal here? a size M is seen as perfectly regular stuff but from what I see of US sizes, M is like OMG I’M FAT already, which… like. here it’s maybe curvy. also being some 3/4kgs overweight never killed anyone. but since I see ZERO DISTINCTION here, it’s all thrown in the same bag and it’s the exact same for people who have 3 kgs more than average, 10, 25, 50 or freaking 200. which is obviously not the same.

also, there is the complete lack of realizing what it means to be healthy and to not be thin. like, as has been said already it’s absolutely not a guarantee that being thin or skinny means that you’re healthy (I had a friend who used to be chubby, then got sick with a freaking chronic disease and came out of it with a body that ended up finding her a job as a fashion model but SHE STILL WAS HEALTHIER BEFORE THE FREAKING CHRONIC DISEASE), I’ve struggled with my extra kgs all my damned life and whenever I go on vacation with friends that are thinner than me but move around less or don’t go to the gym and the likes I am the one who can walk for longer or gets tired less and I have better blood tests than my father who’s at his ideal weight and takes five pills for a bunch of different stuff. some people are just heavier as a body type but if it’s their body and it’s not due to shitty eating or lack of exercise or whatever then they’re not unhealthy. obviously severely obese people who can’t walk for more than twenty minutes without feeling like fainting aren’t in that category but like never mind that for a moment, the problem is that your size doesn’t automatically mean unhealthy and having 20 extra kgs on you makes you fat maybe but not freaking obese.

THEN, on body positivity: there is a healthy difference between NOT BEING A JERK and spreading awareness re healthy habits. like, society/media and the likes shouldn’t promote being thin, they should promote being healthy ie eating well and exercising, not THIN = HEALTHY. as stated you can be healthy without being thin. (or, as the character we were talking about that you weren’t referencing, you can be mostly muscle and have some chub over it and THAT’S NOT BEING OBESE XD at the same time, if someone is overweight or obese or whatever for any reason whatsoever you can’t go at them and tell them omg go lose some weight you loser THAT’S HORRIBLE. I mean, there’s a difference between saying that one should try to be as healthy as possible and go like OMG YOU’RE FAT YOU’RE HORRIBLE. if body positivity means not shaming someone else for their body then go the fuck for it. the problem is that then according to people saying ‘okay but if you can’t walk to the supermarket and back without feeling short of breath and you might get heart diseases maybe you should consider dropping some extra weight for your own benefit’ is fatphobic which… lolno. not everyone is fat because of bad habits and they shouldn’t have people making them feel bad even if they are but assuming that the above sentence (especially when doctors recommend you to do more exercise) is inherently fatphobic imo is ridiculous. if my doctor tells me I should lose some weight then I’m gonna consider it and I’m not gonna feel like he’s *phobic*, if someone goes like ‘omg you’re so fat you’ll never find a guy who wants you’, that is fatphobic. like, THERE’S A DIFFERENCE. (at the same time people who are skinny/thinner than average shouldn’t get told all the time OMG PUT SOME MEAT ON THAT SKELETON REAL WOMEN HAVE CURVES like fuck’s sake respect all body types. being a real woman has zero to do with how much meat you have on you.) what should be glorified is be healthy and be happy with whatever body type you have as long as it doesn’t cause you problems and at that point nicely try to make those problems right while you’re encouraged without shaming anyone in the process. (which also means: gdi don’t put other people down if they’re trying to gain weight or lose it, ffs.)

now, the problem with shipping: the thing is - and I swear to god I don’t wanna sound like a sjw now but I hope the previous essay has made clear how I feel in general on this issue - that, in my experience, fat/overweight characters especially if they’re male are seen as… either the laughing stock of the group or the harmless nerd or anyway never as sexual objects. every damned time I ship something where a guy is overweight/fat (notable exceptions jacob and queenie from fantastic beasts which tbh really was a nice surprise for the part where the fat guy who’s also a sweetheart hooks up with the bombshell and it’s THE BEST ROMANCE OF ALL good go you man) right as rain there��s rarely fic for it least of all porn, and even if there is someone will go around saying the fat character isn’t attractive or deserving of getting some. when I say ‘sam tarly syndrome’ I mean ‘fat/overweight guy is a sweetheart who has a lot of nice ships they could be in but they get thoroughly ignored or if it happens in canon fandom lols at it’. I mean, I basically had to start the jon/sam tag on my own (if you see the fics at the beginning it’s honestly sad to see TEN of mine all after the other), once on a kinkmeme I was like ‘okay doing it’ at a pwp prompt and I got as an answer OMG I WAS HOPING YOU’D SEE THIS NO ONE ELSE IN THIS FANDOM WRITES PORN FOR THESE TWO and whenever people discuss canon sex scenes…. the only one in the book that always gets lol-ed at is sam and gilly’s in spite of the fact that okay, it’s badly written, but ALL of the sex scenes in asoiaf except one are badly written. it’s not worse than the average. but sam getting some because a relatively hot girl wants him and the sex - omg! - actually being somewhat not vanilla is seen as… like… OMG HAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S GETTING SOME OMG HOW EMBARRASSING as if this guy being overweight means he can’t be seen as a palatable partner when it comes to having a sex life. same as the other anon being like ‘omg hunk (the person we were referring) is fat and unhealthy so he’s not good enough for the other person’ is… exactly the same. I mean, this hunk character is admittedly the one person in that bunch I’d actually date irl same as sam is the one character from asoiaf I’d date irl the others are completely out of the question, but since they’re *fat* naaaaah? and guess what sam/WHOEVER is a lot less popular than ships which make a lot less sense but are two hot characters stashed together bc they’re hot. (jaime/sansa has like 300+ fics and jon/sam is still under 100 but okay sure tell me it’s because it makes no sense. lol no. and being that the only porn around for those two was written by me and maybe two/three other people says all.)

at that point then people go like ‘well but it’s because they’re unhealthy’ and that is when it becomes ridiculous. because going with the above problem re fatshaming being a thing that happens on a societal level, it becomes IF YOU’RE FAT YOU’RE NOT SEXUALLY DESIRABLE AND NO ONE SHOULD WANT YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR UNHEALTHY WEIGHT, which mixes stuff that doesn’t even go together with being sexually desirable which is something inherently personal. as in: if someone who’s unhealthily fat for whichever reason has a significant other who loves them and their body guess what THEY HAVE A RIGHT TO HAVE A SEXUAL LIFE AND TO BANG PEOPLE/GET BANGED TO THEIR PLEASURE. because when it comes to preferences in the bedroom or loving a person, size can be a thing - some people have certain body shapes preferences and so on - or it cannot be a thing at all and anyway it doesn’t matter when it comes to your right to be seen as desirable/being desirable. people of all sizes can be desirable or sexy or definitely sexually available regardless of the size - like everyone is freaking allowed to be sexually desirable even if they don’t conform to whichever is the beauty canon around.

and given that I personally got told more than once also by admittedly well-meaning people that they wouldn’t ever consider seeing me as desirable because I was overweight or not as thin as other hot person around our class or even better, the aforementioned friend who turned out to be a fashion model using that as some coping mechanism (as in, she didn’t like being sick obv. but since she had come out of it with a scorching hot physique while I had then undiagnosed pcos so I was struggling with weight all the damned time and I was healthy otherwise... er let’s say that she used to tell me stuff like ‘ah well look at you and look at me instead how much better looking I am’ which obviously was in order to make herself feel better about her illness but sure as hell didn’t help me feeling good about myself), I’m honestly fucking tired of this whole trend in shipping where overweight/fat people don’t get any from their hot best friends with whom they’re absolutely shippable but the hot friends get shipped instead with the most improbable hot people that happens in 90% of fandoms I run into. because it’s just a reflection of how irl if you’re overweight a lot of the time people will say that your weight puts you out of the goddamned dating field and everyone deserves to be in there, damn it, regardless of their size. it has nothing to do with being healthy or unhealthy. and saying shit like ‘omg X is fat they’re not good enough for Y’ is really fucking old already.

tldr: I hope I made clear why I got pissed at the other anon and what I think of the whole matter. obviously no one has to glorify being *unhealthy* (extreme obesity and anorexia are both unhealthy) and no one needs to put other groups down while doing it (looking at you n*icki m*inaj - like sorry but according to my standards she’s thin, having a nice ass doesn’t make you *fat* or curvy, and going like FUCK ALL THOSE SKINNY BITCHES is the exact contrary of body positivity tbh). but at the same time everyone deserves to be seen as sexually desirable and it’s bullshit that the current narrative depicts being overweight as something undesirable. both in society and in fandom.

/peace

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