#he could never be a dilf (dedicated involved loving father)

[nashvillethotchicken]

I know it was like pulling teeth to get his monthly court ordered 17 dollars a week in child support

#iwtv #daniel malloy #interview with the vampire #typo god kill me #someone will inevitably ask about the math them kids get 17 dollars a month #domt his face just give deadbeat? #his voice sounds like the song baby mama by 3 6 mafia and la chat #heon give trustworthy or involved father #he could never be a dilf (dedicated involved loving father)

[rocorambles]

Home Schooling

Pairing: Stepdaddy!Meian x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, NSFW, Invasion of Privacy, Overbearing and Controlling Behavior, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Non-Con/Rape, Degradation, Overstimulation, Humiliation

Summary: Why would Meian let you go to college in Tokyo when he can teach you everything you need to know right here in Osaka?

A/N: Happy birthday @iwaasfairy ! Of course I need to dedicate my first ever Meian fic to you on this very special day~ I hope this fic manifests a real life DILF Meian for you!!!

Meian has always been protective, even before your mother’s untimely demise. You remember how uncomfortable you had been about this handsome man waltzing into your family home one day, acting like a father figure almost since day one. Only your love for your mother and your desire for her to find happiness again kept your mouth shut, although when she wasn’t in view, you not so subtly found ways to keep your contact with the older man as minimal as possible.

There’s nothing necessarily “wrong” with Meian. In all honesty, if he weren’t so overwhelmingly involved with your life, you’d even argue that he’s a great guy. You can tell he truly cares for your mom, maybe even loves her— although you gag at the cheeky winks and flirtatious touches they generously dote on each other in front of you. And you’re happy for her! You really are. It’s been a long time since you’ve been forced to rely only on yourselves, only on each other. You’ve seen how hard she’s tried, keeping a strong front whenever you’re around, working twice as hard as anyone else to try and fill the aching hole in both your hearts from the loss of your father. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s her.

But there’s something unnerving, even aggravating, about the way Meian interferes with every aspect of your life. You can’t help a strange foreboding feeling twisting inside of you as a heavy gaze trails after you wherever you go, as he begins to rope you into every conversation he has with your mother, almost demanding and insistent about not letting you withdraw to your room despite your well-meaning wishes to give them their privacy.

You try to be on your best behavior, not wanting to be the reason your mom’s new relationship is ruined, especially when you can see just how much she likes him. But every time he opens his mouth and questions everything you do, everything you wear, and everything you say, you can feel your temper rise, wondering where his audacity to act as a father figure comes from.

It’s easy enough to retreat to your room, closing your door and sighing in relief as you escape those sharp eyes. You find comfort in the fact that you have at least one safe place he can’t breach, finding false security in the hope that he’d never invade an adult woman’s bedroom. Except he does, and your heart drops when you notice the miniscule adjustments in your room — your underwear drawer slightly ajar with some pieces missing, your bedsheets slightly rumpled in a way you know you hadn’t left them this morning. Things you know you could never bring up to your mother without sounding like a madwoman. So without irrefutable proof, you keep quiet, knowing that at least there’s not much more time left before you can truly run away from all of this.

Being an adult comes with many responsibilities and adventures, and together, your mother and you pore over myriads of college pamphlets, debating which locations make the most sense, planning how you’re going to make the finances work, and thinking about which colleges have the courses best suited for you. It’s a fun and stressful rollercoaster, but you beam when your mother proudly ruffles your hair, when you both agree on you leaving Osaka behind and adventuring out, creating new memories and beginnings in a different city.

(“Plus, I’ll be able to visit you and play tourist”, your mom excitedly says, and you giggle, letting her affectionately hold you as you stare at the universities you’ve narrowed your choices down to.)

The future seems bright and exciting as you studiously sit down and scan over textbooks and practice exams, dutifully attending your tutoring sessions, cramming for the college entrance exam. It’s all going to plan, except Meian has different opinions. And this time, you can’t hold back the scowl when he yet again goes on and on about how he doesn’t understand why you can’t just stay in Osaka for college.

It’s not a new argument by any means. Just the same few questions being twisted and worded differently and tossed back in your face on a daily basis.

“Don’t you think your mom will be lonely if you move away and only come back for the holidays?”

“Isn’t that what you’re here for? To keep her company?”

“Don’t you feel bad about spending your mom’s carefully saved money on room and board when you could just continue living with us instead and just pay tuition?”

You silently thank your mom when she steps in, firmly telling Meian that she doesn’t mind, that this is exactly why she’s saved up.

But the arguments keep on coming, and you can feel the tension growing in your household, your own stomach churning with guilt and worry, wondering if you’ll end being the cause of their breakup after all as you constantly hear their raised voices going back and forth about you leaving or staying in Osaka.

So despite your discomfort and wariness towards Meian, you can’t help the relieved grin that stretches across your face when your mom comes squealing to you, flinging her arms around your body and shoving her gorgeous engagement ring in your face. You even muster up a slightly tight smile, that only feels a little forced, as you look to the tall man who leans in the doorway, muttering congratulations before directing your attention back to your mom, fondly smiling as she continues raving about her new piece of jewelry, ignoring the way Meian continues to loiter around the both of you.

Your mom is the most beautiful bride as she walks down the aisle and you stare in awe at how she glows, hoping one day you’ll look even remotely as mesmerizing as she does. And while you look on, star-eyed and in wonder, at the woman who had raised you, you miss the way dark eyes intently gaze at you, eyes that should be on the woman he’s about to publicly vow to be with his entire life.

Maybe if you had been more aware, more cautious, you wouldn’t have so eagerly waved both of them off on their honeymoon, wouldn’t have been so excited to shove your mom towards the airport, giving her one last hug and kiss before sillily demanding that she enjoy herself and have the best time of her life.

Maybe then your heart wouldn’t be shattered into a thousand tiny pieces as you collapse in Meian’s strong arms, sobbing uncontrollably and shaking your head in denial when he returns by himself and breaks the news of your mother’s passing.

You delay going to college in Tokyo for a year, allowing yourself time and space to grieve. Or so you had planned, but it seems that Meian has no intention of letting you have your privacy. You share the house with him after your mother’s funeral, unable to argue against him completely moving in when he now owns the property.

He’s still up to his usual overbearing ways, although his tone is softer as he treats you like a wounded animal, carefully handling you as he rouses you from your sleep in the mornings, startling you the first few times he sits on the edge of your bed and wakes you up by tenderly stroking your cheek, preparing all your meals for you and scolding you when he thinks you haven’t eaten enough. It’s almost frightening how easily you fall into his rhythm, not even flinching after a while when his large hand finds itself on your face, your shoulder, your back, your hand, your thigh. Tiny, seemingly platonic touches border the line of what’s appropriate for a guardian and their ward. Although, deep down, you know the two of you are diving in dangerous territory when you feel his knuckle brush against the swell of your ass briefly, his calloused fingertips quickly skimming your breasts, his palm squeezing just a tad too high up your thigh.

But you seek any remaining softness your mother had instilled in your heart for a man who’s lost his wife of just a few days, letting your new guardian (you don’t dare call him father) do as he pleases, not wanting to deal with any more conflict when your heart is still mending. And maybe, just maybe, you find some solace in his touches, in the love he forces upon you, seeking even just a hint of the parental affection your mother had bestowed upon you.

Time heals all wounds, or so they say. You can’t agree that it resolves everything, but you can admit that you’re feeling much better now that a year is almost up, ready to move on, live your life, and make your mother proud. You start re-looking into Tokyo housing, comparing the expenses of living off-campus versus living in the dorms, typing and reworking budgets over and over again in your Excel sheet until your eyes burn and you let out a huge yawn.

Coffee now. Budgets later.

You trudge to the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of dark caffeinated liquid, letting out a pleased sound when the aroma fills the air, happily making your way back to your room to revisit some of your calculations, mug in hand. But you freeze when you see Meian sitting at your desk, clicking through the different tabs of apartment and dorm options you had been looking at, scrutinizing your planned expenses.

There’s no reason for the guilt that claws at your chest when you see the way his jaw clenches as he turns to look at you, hurt in his eyes as he silently demands an explanation for what he’s looking at. But it’s guilt that has you slamming down the mug on your desk and planting your firsts on your hips in a confrontational stance, that has defensive angry words spewing from your lips as you yell at him for invading your privacy, that has you storming towards him and trying to shove his much larger and stronger frame away from your computer.

But it’s futile and you gasp when you’re pulled into his lap, his hands easily pinning you to him and holding you still as he holds you in a mockery of an embrace, your back against his toned chest, his mouth right against your ear.

“You were just going to leave for Tokyo without telling me?”

You want to stay angry, want to continue twisting and fighting against his grip. But the vulnerability you hear in his words has you staying still, has you anxiously biting your lower lip as you try and find the right words to soothe the man clutching you.

“I- I didn’t think I needed to tell you anything. This was always the plan. You knew I only put off attending college for a year to take some time for myself. But I’ll come back and visit during the holidays-”

Your words are cut off by a pained gasp as thick arms tighten their hold on you, but the growled threat in your ear has your anger bubbling over, masking any other feeling.

“You’re not leaving.”

The matter of fact tone, the final decisiveness of the words, the way Meian leaves no room for discourse or arguments, has you lashing out at him and before you can second guess yourself, the position you’re in, or the difference in power between the two of you. In a matter of seconds, you’re snarling right back at him.

“You’re not my father! You can’t tell me what I can or can’t do.”

Righteous pride swells in your chest and you spare him a sharp, wicked grin, haughtily tilting your head up condescendingly, basking in the viciousness of your words. But what you aren’t expecting is the hearty laugh he responds with, something dark and gleeful swirling in his eyes as a cruel smile cuts across his face.

“You’re right. I’m not your father, not even your guardian. So this is fine, right?”

You scream as the arms still wrapped around you haul you up, your limbs thrashing and flailing as you try to force your way free from his iron grip to no avail. Fear and anger make you hysteric as you register the fact that you’re quickly approaching the room that once belonged to your mother, the room Meian now resides in. Disbelief and nausea overtake you when you’re assaulted by the familiar four walls as you’re haphazardly tossed onto the bed, sobbing as memories of your mother surround you and invade your thoughts while calloused hands easily tear your clothes off your body.

But you’re immediately silenced, sobs turning into choked whimpers as a large hand grabs the bottom half of your face, fingers digging into your cheeks, a palm suctioning your mouth shut.

“Where are all those manners your mother taught you? What would she think if she heard you throwing a temper tantrum like a child?”

The callousness of his words hits you like a ton of bricks. Meian smirks at the new round of fat, watery drops that stream down your face, mockingly cooing down at you, calling you a good girl, praising your newfound silence as his hand slowly drags down until it's wrapped around your neck, where he lightly squeezes, reveling in the adorable whimper you release.

But as pathetically amusing as you are, sniveling and choking under him, there’s more that he’s keen on seeing. You feel like a slab of meat under his observant gaze. Prized meat, but meat all the same as he runs his hands across your figure like a butcher testing the firmness of his livestock, pinching and prodding almost methodically, coldly. Only the amusement and hunger in his eyes are indicative of how much this is truly affecting him. Yet it’s tolerable, barely, if you just stare up at the ceiling, pretending you’re at an incredibly invasive medical exam.

He’d be offended by how hard you’re trying to ignore him if it weren’t for the telltale signs of your arousal that you desperately try to deny. He grins at how your nipples harden from just a few teasing circles, how your clit stands to attention, your pretty folds already beginning to glisten as he pets your velvety walls. You’re even more beautiful than he had imagined after watching you prance around the home in your skimpy loungewear. And suddenly, his pants are far too tight, cock straining uncomfortably against the fabric he’s quick to rip off. It’s music to his ears when you shakily say his name over and over again, as you try and resist the way he forces himself between your legs, hands spreading your thighs apart, toned body pinning you down, something hard nudging at your tight entrance.

“Meian, please. Please! Please, Meian.”

He ignores your tears, ignores the other words of resistance that slip past your mouth, head dipping down to your mouth and neck, kissing and marking every part of you he can reach, murmuring for you to call him by his first name. And when he loses patience with your whining, you finally acquiesce as he forcefully shoves himself balls deep inside you, a sneer ruining his handsome face as he lightly slaps your face in approval when you wail his first name, “Shugo” howled in an agonizing exclamation as you try to somehow dislodge him from ripping you in two.

“Look at that, the little slut can behave when she wants to. I bet your mother would be so proud.”

You hate how he drags your mom’s name in the ground as he defiles you, violates you in the bed they had once shared. You hate how his large frame feels crushing you, overpowering you, making you feel so incredibly helpless and weak. But mostly, you hate the slick lewd sounds your pussy makes as he pounds hard and fast into you, the undeniable proof that your body doesn’t hate this nearly as much as it should. Hot angry disgusted tears roll down your face as you glare up at him, desperately fighting back the rising moans threatening to humiliate you even more.

Your little defiant attitude is punished by Meian thrusting even harder into you, practically bending you in half as he pushes down on the back of your thighs, forcing you into a mating press. And he laughs at your wrecked face, hungrily taking in the way your eyes roll back in your head, the way your jaw drops wide open, your tongue and rivulets of drool trickling down your face, wanton moans loudly filling the room.

“For all your whining and complaining, you sure do look like you’re enjoying this, sweetheart.”

You wish you could deny his words, retort back with a scathing remark, do anything really. But when he reaches a hand between the two of you and rubs rapid circles against your erect clit, hips still pistoning against yours, cock stuffing you full, your mind blanks and an animal-like howl tears through the room as your body convulses, pussy walls clamping down and quivering as you cream all over the shaft still dragging against your sensitive walls, only heightening your peak.

Meian briefly wonders if this is what heaven feels like (or as close to heaven as someone like him is going to get) as he groans at the way your velvety walls milk his cock, gritting his teeth to not be dragged over the edge with you. He’s not delusional to think that any of this is right, the photo of his ex-wife, your mother silently watching you from the nightstand only emphasizing just how wrong this all is, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, so obediently and submissively slurring his name over and over again, drowning in pleasure and bliss.

There’s nothing more he wants than to just lose himself in the feeling of your tight walls, to fill you, mark you, claim you with his seed, but he’s not quite ready for a full house just yet. He has a few more years alone with you all planned out in his head before he breeds your pretty little womb. So just as his control teeters on the edge, he pulls out of you, casually sitting back and spreading his legs, slowly stroking his cock as he orders you to come and suck him off.

He’s almost proud of the little fight you still have left in you, lips quirking upwards at the way you try to ignore him, trying to look anywhere but at him. But his balls are almost painfully tight, his cock aching for release.

“Suck me off like a good girl or I’m going to cum inside of you over and over again until you’re knocked up. Bet your mother would have loved that for you. Her precious college-bound girl turned into a pregnant uneducated whore.”

It’s an empty threat, but you don’t ever need to know that, not when it has you obeying so well as he threads his fingers through your hair, groaning as your hot wet mouth sinks down on his cock still covered in your essence. All it takes is a few harsh shoves of your face, his hand pulling you up and down like a warm fleshlight, and as he finally reaches his end, he completely pulls you off, arching your neck back in a way that leaves your mouth open as he spurts thick white stripes all over your face and in your orifice.

You make to wipe your face, grateful at least that this is all over, but before you can move even an inch, you yelp as you’re shoved back down on your back, hands instinctively trying to push at broad shoulders as your legs are once again forced open. You’re a quick learner though, and with one dark warning look from the man whose face is now hovering over your spent hole, you instantly bring your hands down to your sides, clawing and fisting the ruined bed sheets instead as Meian ravenously licks and laps at your dripping cunt. The disgusting wet sounds echo in your ears as pleasure and shame swirl inside of you, a crescendo ascending too quickly, too high.

But your thrashing and blissed out pleas to stop, to let you rest, only serve to whet Meian’s appetite even more. Time becomes surreal and meaningless as you drown and float in a mixture of pain and pleasure, brought to climax over and over again until you feel boneless, your pussy and body ceaselessly twitching, mind broken beyond repair as you babble incoherently, unsure of anything except the lips and tongue at work between your thighs.

You cum one last time, body barely moving aside from a slight shudder, too worn out, too dazed to even comprehend the fact that Meian unravels himself from you, wiping his face of your arousal and taking a few swigs of water before making his way towards your desk and dialing the admissions office number he finds. And as the phone rings and he leans back in your chair, he adoringly gazes at the sinful display you make, looking like the epitome of debauchery as your body splays out, a stupid blissed out expression on your face, reeking of sex and sweat.

He strokes his cock as it rises back to life, raring to go again as he licks his lips, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue, never stopping even when a voice finally comes through the line. He only pauses slightly to bite back a laugh when something shatters in your pretty eyes, a sliver of realization piercing through your dazed look as you hone in on his conversation.

But you do nothing to stop him, unable to do anything but listlessly stare and watch as he cancels your enrollment in front of you, hangs up the phone, and casually makes his way back towards you as if he hadn’t ruined years of hard work and decimated your future plans in mere minutes.

“There’s no need to go all the way to Tokyo for education, sweetheart. Not when I can teach you everything you need to know right here. Now open up your mouth so we can get your first lesson started.”

#haikyuu smut #meian x reader #meian smut #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #yandere meian #tw: noncon #tw incest #tw: yandere #tw: rape #haikyuu x reader

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc) Chapter 5

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!!

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3    Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

“Well, this is confusing.” 

Namjoon was staring at him like he’d grown an extra head and Jungkook grunted from where he was trying to deadlift the 250lbs barbell, dropping it back down to stare at his friend. He’d never been able to deadlift this much. But then, today everything about him felt different. His senses heightened, vision sharper and just a lot  more energy than usual. 

“What?” He snapped, slightly annoyed because .... well, he had no idea why he was so annoyed. And that only added to his already foul mood.

“You look like you had a good night. A  really  good night but you’re also acting like you really need to get laid. So I’m trying to figure out which it is?” Namjoon frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

Jungkook groaned , grabbing the small towel from the chair and soaking up the sweat dotting the back of his neck. He walked over to the water dispenser in the corner of the gym, pouring himself a glass, tipping it over his head and shaking out of his hair as the water dripped down his face and neck, drenching his sweat soaked tank top even more. . 

Somewhere to his right, one of the ladies on the treadmill, tripped, crashing in a heap on the machine and he couldn’t help but smirk. She had been staring at him the entire time. 

Jungkook was used to attention. He was used to the stares and the lust and the heightened heart rates he induced . It had been bad, even in his days as a human and now, five centuries later as a powerful vampire , it had only grown. 

He was handsome. He was fit and he was a good guy. It was only natural that women wanted him. And he was okay with that. It gave him the luxury of being able to pick and choose, who he wanted in his bed. And he did. 

Not that he did it often. With Joowon to care for, Jungkook often went months on end without sex and that was okay. Because the kind of sex he usually had, it was just ...a release. There was nothing intimate or personal about it. 

Even with Helena it had been the friendship that had appealed to him.

Helena was ...fun. She liked to sail through the world, doing as she pleased and taking lovers everywhere. No one could keep her in a place for long and no one could ground her. There had been a time when he had thought that he was in love with her but that was just Helena. She made you feel like you couldn’t live without her. Because of how much happiness she imbibed in the moments. Because of how non judgemental and kind she was. 

And he loved her. But now , centuries later it was the love of a dear friend. 

But with Sera..... it had been something else. 

He had a way he did things. 

A little kissing , a little foreplay and just a whole lot of fucking with multiple orgasms for everyone involved. He had a quick refractive period and supernatural stamina so of course he was going to take advantage of that. 

But none of that had happened last night. 

The actual sex had lasted a scant few minutes. He hadn’t even been inside her more than five minutes and yet the memory was seared into his head. The phantom warmth of her still around him and the scent of her still tugging on his senses. 

And the taste of her. 

Fucking hell. 

Jungkook had never fed from someone during sex. He just didn’t because drinking from someone , taking their life essence...it just...it was something incredibly intimate. It was important to him. Jungkook hardly ever fed from humans , opting to visit a blood cafe for a drink or a dispensary for a few blood bags when he needed to feed. 

But last night. 

“Earth to Jeon Jungkook.” Namjoon’s voice pulled him to the present. 

He stared at his oldest, dearest friend. 

“I slept with Sera.” His voice cracked on the syllables of her name, his tone dripping with regret and Namjoon stiffened. 

“You... what? “ He stared at him in disbelief. 

Jungkook groaned. 

“Fuck... I drank from her too. “ He buried his face into his hands. 

“Jungkook, that’s... “

“It was her first time. “ Jungkook looked up at him, eyes wide and helpless and Namjoon’s jaw came unhinged. 

“Are you going to tell me you’re the pope next? Because my heart can’t take it...” 

Jungkook groaned.

“I’m such a fucking idiot. It was supposed to be a no strings attached thing. “

Namjoon’s gaze softened. 

“Dude, a girl’s first time? Of course she’s going to get attached. Did she like confess?” 

Jungkook hesitated.

“No. Actually, she just got dressed and left.” He shrugged. 

Namjoon frowned. 

“Oh, then that’s good right?” 

Jungkook felt a little sick. He remembered how empty his bed had felt, after she’d kissed him and slipped back into her clothes and rushed back to sleep in her own bed. He hadn’t even helped clean her up because his limbs had felt a bit like jelly. He’d been punch drunk with the taste of her, his head swimming and his body thrumming and she had practically skipped out of his room, not a care in the world. 

Hadn’t even kissed him good bye. 

“Yeah. Good. “ He said hoarsely , head pounding . 

Namjoon was staring at him .

“What ?!” Jungkook snapped, foul mood returning with a vengeance. 

“Oh my God. “ Namjoon began laughing. 

Jungkook stared at him...What the fuck was wrong with Namjoon.

“You’re the one who got attached.” Namjoon’s eyes were wide as saucers, his fingers pointed right in Jungkook’s face. 

The younger yelped, stepping back. 

“No.. I.. what?!”

“You look so upset that she left you after sex... I’ve seen that kicked puppy look before. You wore that same face when Joowon didn’t cry on his first day at school!! ‘ Isn’t he gonna miss me hyung?” You whined... i remember that fucking face Jeon jungkook!!!” 

 Namjoon was on the floor now, guffawing and clutching his sides. 

Jungkook glared at his friend. 

“What the fuck...no i did not!!” He swore. 

Namjoon merely continued laughing.

“Oh, the sweet sweet taste of karma. Serves you right Jeon Jungkook, considering the hearts you’ve broken over  the years.” 

Jungkook glared at his friend. 

Namjoon had no fucking idea what he was on about. Him? Catch feelings ? 

Like hell. 

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He couldn’t find her . 

And when he realized why he couldn’t find her, he couldn’t believe it. 

“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone on a date?” He snapped at Jimin who gave him an unamused look.

“I’m your hyung, you bastard!” The shorter male yelled and next to him his wife rubbed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

“What Jimin means is that, Yugyeom came by earlier when she was getting changed for dinner...” 

“He came into the room when she was getting changed?” Jungkook stared in disbelief, “ What the actual fuck...”

Jimin choked and Somi let out a giggle.

“That’s not what I meant. Sera came back to the room after closing up the daycare and Yugyeom texted her.... that he wanted to pick her up for dinner. She agreed and told me to tell you that she’ll be back at around eleven...” 

“Where the hell did they go? I need an address.” Jungkook snapped. 

Jimin stared at him like he’d spouted latin. 

“what?” He gaped. 

Somi held a hand up.

“Yugyeom’s an old friend of ours. He took her out for dinner, that’s all. She’s been out with him before ...Don’t worry Jungkook ssi... She’s perfectly safe with him.” Somi said quickly.

Jungkook merely shook his head, glaring at the pair.

“You should know better than to do this. You know how fucking good she smells to vampires. How could you send her out of the estate without security....in the company of a Kim , no less?  I am right here... It’s literally my job to be with her at al times.. Its what I’m paid to do.... ..why didn’t you tell me...” He shook his head. 

Jimin and Somi exchanged looks. 

“You’re certainly very dedicated to ....your job.” Jimin frowned. Somi meanwhile was holding a hand up and giggling behind it. 

God, he couldn’t carry on a conversation with two people who acted like literal children. 

He had to go find the Chief. 

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Jungkook blinked.

Once . Twice. 

“I’m sorry sir, could you repeat that?” He said sharply. 

Chief Hwang gave him a confused look. 

“I said , you can stay back today evening and help me with the accounts Jungkook-ah.I do know that Sera’s going for dinner with Yugyeom and well, I really need help with the balancing . I think the gardener has been playing fast and loose with buying germanium seeds and charging them as Lilies . Is he pocketing the difference or is there something else going on...” 

Jungkook, who really couldn’t give two fucks about germaniums or Lilies , merely stared at the patriarch of the clan, trying to decide if the older man was joking because how on earth was he supposed to just....

“Let her go on the date alone? Without me?” He asked, his tone screaming that he wasn’t okay with that.

 At all. 

Chief Hwang hummed.

“Yes of course... I’ve known the boy for two centuries. He’s a good man. “ 

“You’ve known me for five centuries.” Jungkook reminded him , instinctively.

 And then he blinked because why on earth had he said that? 

Chief Hwang had an amused look on his face. 

“Yes of course. And you’re a very fine young man as well, Jungkook. Too bad you think Sera is like a daughter to you....” 

Wait. 

What? 

Was the older man teasing him? Jungkook could’ve sworn he saw a hint of mischief in the vampire’s eyes. 

“Don’t you?” Chief Hwang asked. 

“Sir?” 

“Don’t you think of her as a daughter, Jungkook-ah.? Isn’t that what you told her?” 

Jungkook had the sudden terrible feeling that Sera told her father  everything. 

 “Uh..it was just an expression sir. She’s a good ... friend.” He finished. 

Chief Hwang hummed thoughtfully. 

“I see. Well, Yugyeom thinks she would make a wonderful mate. “ He shrugged.

Jungkook felt his fists clench. 

“I still think I should be there sir... Just to... make sure she’s safe. It’s kind of my job.” He said gruffly. 

“Are you sure? Germaniums and Lilies are vastly different and for the gardener to-”

“Sir to be very honest I don’t really care about the damn flowers. Sera needs to be safe and I’m not letting anyone hurt her on my watch. So I’d really appreciate if you tell me where she is....” Jungkook said sharply. His heart was pounding. 

Chief Hwang gave him a thoughtful glance, his lips quirking up in a smile. 

“ Looks like I’ll be planning a wedding after all.” He chuckled thoughtfully and Jungkook frowned, confused.

“Sir?” 

“Let me put you out of your misery, Jungkook ah... She’s having dinner at the Hyatt Resort.... The private conference room on the seventh floor. Yugyeom reserved it for her.” The older man glanced at his watch and smiled, “  There’s a fire work show in exactly half an hour. Sera loves those.... If you leave right now, you can interrupt them right on time. “ 

Jungkook blushed , blood rushing to his face. 

“Sir.. I’m not.. I don’t...want to interrupt.” God, he sounded fake to his own ears. 

Chief Hwang waved him off with a laugh. . 

“Go on go on..And maybe buy me some patbingsu on your way back..!! “

Jungkook stared. 

“Uh yes sir. “ 

“Good. Close the door on your way out, son.”  

Jungkook closed the door, trying to ignore the way warmth flooded his heart at the way the man had addressed him. 

 Son. 

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AUTHOR’S nOTE : a short chapter because I wanted to write something from Jungkook’s point of you...also Chief Hwang playing cupid is my favorite thing ever...

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[getreadytosmash]

Small smash headcanons I was thinking of and to put out my reboot designs

Skaar

Skaar took a more gladiator look from his time on Sakaar and no longer wears the loin cloth except for when he's on off days

His hair gets to around his upper back and often tends to be in buns and ponytails

Working on his reading and writing and gets help from Hulk and goes to the Xavier Institute for sessions with his mind control and memories

Got introduced to queer stuff by Rick and he was THRILLED to find out about this stuff and the footage of Skaar carefully picking out non binary, asexual and panromantic stuff was trending for a month

Yes I'm going into pridecanons a little more

Skaar's very happy with his own feelings of being nb. The rocks below him whisper about it always being fine and he doesn't need to care about what others say anyway. Not when they're too busy calling him a monster to care about his gender

Anyway. Skaar's sex neutral and I say this because its quite often the theory that all ace folks won't have kids blah blah but??? Some aces want sex to have kids and that's Skaar.

Ridiculously good sword fighter and often meets up with Nightcrawler and Shadowcat to have sword fights and compare tricks

Lots of whipping scars on his back and some around his mouth that hardly anyone knows are from

Has a matching scar with Red of a circle on the back of his neck as well as running lighting scars up his hands and feet with Rick, Red and Jen from where the Skrulls tried to harvest their gamma

Absolutely has the tattoo and has no clue about it

Occasionally has days where he can't remember the entire event and Skaar's become rather thankful that they can rely on Rick's cameras to guide him home if needed.

Adores the Savage Lands and is best friends with Kazaar and Zabu

Sometimes copies memes from Rick and it’s terrible

Likes having Jen help him with normal stuff, especially when she helps him learn stuff like reading and writing 

Rick

Yeah, can’t feel anything and that causes a few secret depression episodes aha 

Big on other sensory stuff now. Really likes to savour sights, sounds, taste and smells since he lacks a big ass part of it now. It really isn’t that uncommon for Rick to have a low of flowers within his bedroom and shit. 

Has to file down his spikes since they keep growing and often Hulk does it for him while Rick falls asleep

Rick needs a lot more protein now and often eats eggs or fish and gets into big fights with Red over it daily

Uses a stylish for everything since his fingers don’t work on touchscreens anymore

Often wears sleeveless jackets with different pins. Owns four of them with three of them entirely dedicated to alien, mutant and bi rights

Well known Youtuber and I really need to get around to writing some videos he’s done god someone remind me to put out that shit

Hardcore gamer and still screams at Samuel to help make a dating sim come oN-

Can hold his breath for an hour and a half and didn’t realise until he fell asleep in the bath and got woken up by Hulk panicking and tossing him out of the water

Very intent on mutant rights and often helps out with teenage mutants and raising the social status of the school 

Loves bi culture and is very defensive over aspects of his identity after years of feeling lost among the orphanages 

Has gotten more comfortable with his gender since he’s been wearing kilts and skirts for almost two years now

Used to have scars across his hands and thighs from years of canings from the nuns but now has a large cracked scar across his chest after Abomination ripped his shell off

Red unintentionally fathers him and blames Hulk 

Best pals with Jen and Betty and is the only one who gets to join them on Ladies Night with Lyra and Marlo

Stands on his tip toes when talking to Hulk often because he wants to be tall and it amuses Hulk to no end

Jen

Has a lot of different costumes she changes regularly and Rick always posts a vote on “What outfit has Jen got this week?”

Freckles and curly hair galore 

Hulk paints her nails and she does the same for him and it isn’t long before Skaar joins in

Works in New York but stays at Vista Verde for her time off

Yes i do want a all female gamma mutate team and yes they are A-force

They consist of Jen, Betty, Lyra, Carmilla and Marlo but are sometimes joined by other female heroes

Wears sweatband wrists, left one is the bi flag and the right one is the trans flag

Was afraid about being open towards loving women for a few years since Jen knew her father didn’t do anything about Bruce’s abuse, what would happen to her if Brian found out she liked more than boys? Came out after hulking out and is happier than ever

The same goes for being trans since Jen’s form is based heavily on her mentality of her body. Gamma gave Jen the body she wanted and she was SO pleased with it

tbh I do imagine she was more comic/noodle armed at the start since Jen wanted to look rather feminine but over time she’s gotten more comfortable with her body and idea of who she wants to be and slowly she got beefier 

Has two wardrobes at the base and makes Red help rearrange stuff for laughs

Pals with Samuel and often enjoys sitting around and dragging him out for shopping and starbucks while discussing cases

The one who appears in Rick’s youtube videos the most 

Can never finish a book and feels deep seeded adhd guilt

Sings outloud to every thing she hears 

Likes grape flavoured stuff and she is so thankful that she can’t die for that sin

BEST pals with Betty and Rick. Like. There’s a reason my “Betty is the OG Hulk and is a lil wlw with Jen” has happened honestly 

Has vitiligo patches of grey around her arms that were left over from her more traumatic transformations

Watches Red bake if she’s having a panic attack and the videos don’t help

Red

Has a lot of scars over his body from where Ghost Rider’s chain dug into him and left him burnt. idk seems really fucking cool

Like Jen, has yellow patches along his spine and hands from where he was joined mentally with Zzzax 

Still gets nightmares about said incident and is still scared for the day that a nightmare is actually happening

Started to bake because it helps from when he couldn’t control his heat powers or during ptsd attacks

Tends to get lost in work alongside Samuel, especially if they’re overly excited about a certain idea

Hulk fondly calls him a nerd for this exact reason and Red tackles him over it to this day

Tech reacts to him badly sometimes due to his possession issues and there’s been once or twice where he’s had some...odd experiences when it’s come to certain technology or alien tech

Stays the same mostly with his outfits but occasionally wears a leather jacket and fuck it takes his shirt off a lot he’s a dilf he can do that 

The one who crouches for humans the most and it isn’t uncommon for him to do it purely to unsettle the humans. Ass

Uh. Likes women but??? Sometimes there’s an annoying guy and shit being able to be easily suplexed now means that anyone who can do it can kinda catch his eyes and he fucked a demon- uh. Red has a lot of thoughts now about dating and it’s nerve-wracking

Still does missions with his Thunderbolt team and still hangs out with Hell’s Circle team when he met others that had been dragged down to hell as well

Gets courted by vampires and hates the fact that the others laugh at it 

Gets nightmares of crashing, of electric burning him away but doesn’t want to admit to the fact that he has some ptsd 

Not really Red but fuck it Betty has her own team and I’m shifting the Gamma Corps for Betty so her team involves; Betty (Harpy), Marlo (Sirin), Clay (Hulkverine), Lyra (Athen), Carmilla (Scorpion) and Gwen (Daydream) 

Right. Uh. So for those who don’t know who Daydream are, basically the writer at this time had been going through a bad divorce and he treated Betty like SHIT which involved breaking Bretty up before they could have a child, making Betty suffer a miscarriage, killing her and having the villain Nightmare raping her in her sleep and having Betty give birth to Daydream who appeared for one arc and was never seen again. So. I’m mad. 

anyway fuck him but I did like Daydream so instead she was an experiment from gamma base as a unique weapon that got used to infiltrate the Agents sleep but was later on rescued along with the rest of the gamma experiments. Got adopted by Betty when she found out Gwen had her DNA and went “oh worm?” to getting a baby i have more thoughts about this but u know. carry on.

Hulk

So Tired. Part time team leader and Avengers and even has his many own adventures of trying to help so many people out

I imagine he has a lot of the same issues as Steven in suf where Hulk often stresses out more about not being able to help people since he worries about the worst case scenarios 

Gets forced to take days off by each of the team and appreciates it but dear god if he doesn’t get anxiety about the whole situation every time

SomeTIMES he wears a blue shirt but only sometimes and that’s if he’s actually prepared for missions. Also has boots Red got him but Hulk keeps those clean and safe instead

Team dad for a reason. Fathers anything he can get his hands on and well known for it enough that Rick and Skaar get him something for fathers day every year and Jen gets him goofy ties because she KNOWS he doesn’t throw them out

Pretty relaxed about being pan and yes he makes jokes about being attracted to kitchenware he’s THAT terrible Rick wants to die and not come back pls 

Buys a lot of pride stuff for the others. Skaar owns so many nb and ace colour chalks he needs help

Really wants to own a guinea pig but he’s worried about scaring it or not being around all that often to take care of it properly

Falls asleep through almost every movie that he usually starts one half of it one day and finishes it the next day

Meets up with Ben Grimm and Logan Howlett every Wednesday for a night out. Usually they do bowling, play cards or go out to eat. It’s isn’t uncommon for other heroes like Spidey or Gambit to join them occasionally

Has business lunches with Betty to discuss movements of gamma mutates that turns into a fun brawl because they’re immortal children

Keeps a whiteboard in his room so that he can have arguments with Joe and Bruce.

Samuel

Keeps his outfit relatively the same but adjusts it slightly so it isn’t the exact same outfit he wears back when he was evil

Tends to cover up more after he gains a power that lets him control people just by touch

Aware of this power and thus often awkwardly flitters when someone near him might be upset and keeps spare gloves or arm sleeves on hard just in case

Has the sharpest teeth of all the hulks and actually tends to file them down so he doesn’t need to “scare people off” when in reality he’s self conscious about his teeth and the fact that he keeps biting his tongue by accident 

Buys and redesigns Icarus’s cage every other month to make it more elaborate, is currently fighting the constant urge to buy more rats for this reason

Demiboy! Fine with what he is, doesn’t give a shit. He rules hell and he’ll send you there if you argue with him so who the fuck cares if Samuel wears dresses and makeup?

Big stupid bi. Cannonly into women who are more powerful than him with examples being Rikki (Aka Brilliance, a female Leader) who kicked his ass and threw him across the room with her more advanced mind, Betty Ross...who can blame him, and lately is that one scientist in Hulkverine who Samuel literally fell for within one night sksksk

Big manipulator for people he cares about. Samuel has and will make elaborate plans to keep someone he cares about safe and is more than willing to kill anyone who has hurt his loved ones

Owns a large collection of nail polishes and tends to vary them when he’s bored and creates amazing art. Red watched Samuel once spend and hour re-creating all of Van Gogh’s paintings on his nails

Really good friends with Betty surprisingly, mostly because she can make jokes about being dead and he’ll just snort and go “same” 

Has the second best sense of smell after Skaar as he can smell early signs of sickness as well as a wider range of emotions

Info dumps so much and has long winded theories about the oddest things that resonate really well on the Youtube channel

talks to his oversized rat so seriously

Suffers nightmares and currently runs the Down Below and is so tired

Has actually died from exhaustion twice already 

Has large sockets in his back due to the fact that Samuel physically cannot hold the information he knows all the time and uses it to charge his phone

Still hangs out with villains like Loki and Mystique tho

#Headcanon #found in body lost in mind (Skaar) #movie star (Rick) #green goddess (Jen) #one man army (Red) #the loneliest there is (Hulk) #he swims in a sea of regret (Leader) #hate and love are both red (Betty)

[thedarkrose17]

I decided to post chap 1 and 2 of the Uni au cause I'm tempted to rewrite it but I'm unsure. It's hard though cause I've never been to uni so like maybe it could turn into a high school or college one. I dunno.

Together this all is around about 7,729 words...Fuck and it's from like 2016 

Chap 1:

"You sure you have enough here?" Thace asked, carrying Keith's only bag filled with, as he put it, "everything he needed."

Keith looked up at his father, securing a box in his arms with "KITCHEN" wrote on it crudely in black marker.

Thace was a tall muscular man, skin a little lighter than Keith's, with bluey grey eyes and black hair spiked into what Keith classed as a "Wolverine" hairstyle. He looked somewhat intimidating, possibly due to the fact he served in the forces and had that scary military look about him.

But really, how could you find a man scary when he was wearing black crocks, ripped faded jeans and a white t-shirt with "DILF (Dedicated, involved, loving father)" printed across it.

Keith was the complete opposite of his dad. He was short with jet black hair in a small ponytail. He sported black eyeliner and purple contacts along with black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with "AC/DC Back in Black" printed across it in bold text, the only bit of colour in his outfit were his boot like converse that were a bright red.

"Are you trying to embarrass me? And you do realise that's not what it means… Like at all." Keith replied, ignoring the question and gesturing at his father's t-shirt. He checked the number on his key. Flat 3. Least it wasn't too far. First floor, so that was a bonus.

Keith seemed to blank out his dad as he scanned the doors, he only seemed to stop once he realised Thace was no longer near him.

"Fuck… Where's he gone?" Keith huffed, scanning around almost frantically before spotting him talking to a tall boy with black hair with a white tuff at the front. The boy had a scar across his nose, a white shirt and dark blue jeans with a black checked shirt wrapped around his waist and what looked like combat boots. The thing that drew Keith's attention the most was the guy's prosthetic arm, damn that must have sucked.

Did he go here? How did his dad know him?

Thace seemed to look over pointing at Keith, causing the tall boy to glance and say something. Ok that was it, he was going over before he-wait. Shit, he was rummaging through his wallet.

Keith grumbled and rushed over.

"-And here he is… Keith, Shiro… Shiro, Keith. Shiro used to serve too. He's studying Psychotherapy now. He's in his last year."

So that's how his dad had easily struck up a conversation with this guy.

"Hey its nice to meet you. He wouldn't shut up about you." Shiro said with a friendly smile.

"You're gonna show him the bowl cut picture aren't you?" Keith muttered to his dad grabbing the bag from him. "On that note… I'm leaving. Nice meeting you Shiro."

Keith growled and seemed to rush off to his flat number, struggling for a several minutes to put the key in and open the door. But finally, in the end he managed and kicked the door open gently, walking in with his limited supplies.

The moment he entered, he seemed to hear someone singing Toto's Africa chorus off key, along with someone else saying something along the lines of "Aren't you "blessing" it with too much?"

"Nah Hunk… The Vodka adds flavour," the voice that had been singing replied.

"There's flavour, then there's just drowning the cookie mix in alcohol," the one called Hunk added.

Keith raised a brow, slowly walking forward until he saw the people behind the voices now pouring cookie mix into what looked a tray for cupcakes.

One was a heavy set guy, dark skinned with a orange band around his head tied over dark brown hair. He wore a baggy red shirt and green shorts, Keith couldn't see much of a pattern on either from his view but he knew the guy probably had a Steven Universe t-shirt on. He could see half of a "Cookie Cat".

Then he spotted the off key singer, still singing Africa but into a wooden spoon. He was lanky and had olive skin, a baseball shirt with blue sleeves that said "I didn't choose the dank meme life , the dank meme life chose me." and tight blue jeans. Honestly he was attractive and Keith couldn't help but blush slightly.

Keith seemed to stare at the pair as "dank meme" boy danced around still singing until Hunk noticed Keith and jabbed his friend.

"Er… Lance… Someone's here," Hunk said, gesturing at Keith.

Keith blinked a few times, awkwardly standing there before offering a somewhat weak smile.

"Hey I'm Keith," he replied, struggling to hold his box of kitchen supplies.

Lance seemed to scan Keith for a moment, making him a little uncomfortable before speaking.

"Hey roomie. Name's Lance, that's Hunk." he gestured to the big guy and smiled.

Keith awkwardly tried to wave, panicking as he almost dropped the box. He sighed and slowly headed to the closest counter, placing it there for a moment.

He walked over to them moments later.

"Jeez you're arriving late aren't you? Classes start today and you're just pulling in," Lance said raising a brow.

"I was delayed in getting… things sorted." Keith replied, not really wanting to go into it. Instead he changed the subject, "why vodka cookies?" he asked raising a brow.

"Boredom and curiosity mostly," Hunk replied causing Keith to snort.

Lance seemed to look at Keith again as Hunk kept an eye on the cookies as they cooked. Lance noticed that "Hot Topic" (well he'd never actually call him that yet) only had one bag, how would he survive with so little? Lance himself had brought enough stuff to fill a medium sized people carrier.

"Keith… You sure you don't need more than just one bag?"

Keith rolled his eyes and smirked slightly.

"You sound like my dad and no I've got ev-" Keith seemed to pause rather abruptly as he heard the door open, he swallowed and turned his head to see his dad. "Speak of the devil," he muttered quietly.

"You managed alone? Are you sure you haven't forgot anything?" Thace asked Keith who shook his head.

"No I'm fine. Please don't come in and embarrass me."

Lance and Hunk seemed to stare between Keith and his dad, doing a few double takes until Keith walked over and the man gave him a hug with a one arm.

"Socialise, ok?" Thace muttered before finally leaving.

"What the fuck!" Lance cried as the door shut, causing Keith to turn around.

"What?"

"That's your dad! He's so-"

"Big? Scary? Nah he just looks it. He's pretty much a big loser honestly," Keith replied with a smirk.

After explaining a little more about his dad and making his roommates laugh, he noticed the time; his classes would be starting soon. Reluctantly, Keith grabbed one of the vodka cookies once they was done and headed on his way.

The cookie was terrible. It was more vodka than cookie and extremely mushy. He'd never really enjoyed alcohol so he wasn't surprised he didn't enjoy the cookie. Hopefully there wasn't enough vodka in each to actually make him drunk, what a wonderful first day that would be. Not.

Keith yawned, stretching as he made his way back to the flat. It was lunch break and his body was feeling a little drained already. At least his roommates were ok, they wasn't tools and they didn't bully him so it was a start.

He thought about what he could eat. He could just rummage through his bag and put the pop tarts he brought in the toaster and have that to keep him going before his next class. He'd eat lunch a little later.

Keith slumped, opening the door and walking into the flat. He rummaged through his bag and grabbed the pop tarts before he finally noticed a small girl on the counter with a screwdriver against the toaster.

Light brown hair pushed back by thick oversized glasses, green shorts and a black oversized t-shirt with "they're out there." across it, maybe she was a fellow conspiracy theorist like himself. Her brown eyes didn't even look up at him, completely fixed on the toaster.

"That's Katie, everyone just calls her Pidge." Lance suddenly said startling Keith. Where had he come from? Was he staring at him? Blushing even? Or had he drank some of the leftover vodka?

"She's a kid, she doesn't look old enough to be here…" Keith replied, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "What's she studying?"

Pidge opened her mouth to reply but Lance interrupted.

"Computer science," Pidge frowned at him then returned to the toaster. Lance continued to speak as if she wasn't in the room with them, "She's a child genius. Maybe she's on some sort of like programme, like skipped straight to uni. I don't know, she doesn't speak to me much, just destroys the toaster!" he emphasized the last part causing the young teenager to look up and scowl.

"Don't use the toaster. There's like a chance it'll blow up your food." Lance added.

"Fuck you. It only blew something up once," Pidge finally spoke.

Lance flipped her off and looked back at Keith, noticing the pop tarts in his hand.

"Don't tell me you were gonna have those for lunch." he muttered, folding his arms, waiting for an answer but all he got was a blank stare followed by a sheepish smile.

Lance grumbled and unfolded his arms. Grabbing Keith's hand, he dragged him towards the door. Keith was sure for a moment he felt his heart stop and was almost positive that Lance was tipsy.

"Where are we going?" Keith asked after he was dragged out of the door.

"Store. You're not having pop tarts for lunch you quiznak." Lance grumbled causing Keith to laugh a little. He'd never been called a fuck like that before.

After that there was silence between them until they reached the shop.

"So where are you from?" Lance asked, catching Keith off guard.

"Japan originally. Moved to Korea when I was five with my parents," he replied as he grabbed a basket and scanned the shelves.

"You know any?"

He nodded, "I know a bit." he said in Korean before translating it to the tipsy grinning Lance.

"It's been a while so it's probably rusty but I can understand Korean, fluently." Keith stated. "What about you, where are you from?"

"Cuba, and yeah I can speak Spanish fully." Lance added proudly as he grabbed some Ramen off the shelf and tossed them in the basket then dragged Keith into the next aisle, grabbing several cans of fizzy drinks, several different brands of coffee, followed by an unhealthy amount of junk food.

The trip took longer than expected, but thankfully they made it back just in time to enjoy their ramen before class.

"So what are you into? Anime?… Manga?… Video games?…" Lance trailed off.

"Never actually watched animes, read Mangas, but I'm more of a conspiracy theorist myself." Keith sighed, taking a fork full of noodles and ramming it in his mouth.

"You've never seen Cowboy Bebop? Tokyo Ghoul? Ok I'm gonna change that," he paused for a moment, laughing a little. "Conspiracy theories? Like Bigfoot? Aliens? All that? I think Pidge is really gonna get on with you."

Keith blushed and nodded. Lance wasn't taking the piss out of him right?

"Yeah, I've liked them since I was a kid." He took another mouthful of noodles and swallowed.

After that the conversation continued, going between "how the moon landing was faked" to "How badass Spike Spiegel was" both seeming somewhat interested in the others topic, until the noodles were gone and both had classes that'd start in a few minutes.

Surprisingly, both had class together; Lance was doing Aviation Management, while Keith was on a Aviation Studies course. It made sense they'd have some classes together. Thankfully, Lance had sobered up rather quickly, singing Tank from Cowboy Bebop the whole way there, in key this time, as he walked with Keith. Keith didn't mind honestly, it was strangely cute in its own way.

Class was a drag. He practically rushed out when it was over, Lance following closely behind.

"So any other roommates I should know about?" Keith piped up.

"Well you saw Hunk… He studies Mechanical Engineering and has a job, so you might only see him randomly, Pidge you'll find in random places… Then there's Shiro and Allura, the oldest ones here; he's 25 and she's 23. We jokingly call him dad and he hates it… They're dating so you might accidentally walk in on a make out session at some point, we all have…" Lance shuddered, looking over at Keith who was removing the elastic band from his hair.

Lance watched as his hair fell and seemed to stare a little before frowning. Sure it was cute but it wasn't the 80's.

"You have a mullet? Seriously? The eighties called they want their hair back."

"Oh fuck you," Keith muttered, glaring daggers. If looks could kill, Lance was sure he'd be dead by now. It seemed to be a touchy subject for Keith and Lance didn't want to pry just yet.

Lance sighed and changed the subject quickly.

"You're gonna love Allura. She's the only British one in our flat, ironic since we're in the uk I know but still. International students gotta stick together, am I right?" When Keith didn't respond, Lance continued regardless, "Anyway, she looks like a model and she's on the fashion course. She does Textiles I think or something like that… She's honestly really hot, I think you'll agree when you see her."

"Er…Keith didn't really want to be having this conversation now, but it was better sooner rather than later right? "I'm not interested in girls," he replied eventually, gaining a surprised "Oh." from Lance.

"…That's not a problem is it?" Keith asked, biting his lip, eyes darting nervously. From that look alone, Lance could tell Keith had probably dealt with people who did have a problem with his sexuality before.

"That you're gay? No dude it's fine. I'm bi so why would it bother me?" Lance replied, smiling a little. "It's no sweat, everyone else will be cool with it. Don't worry."

Keith swallowed audibly, seeming to slow down until Lance put an arm around him and he tensed.

"I swear they're the coolest people ever. They're not gonna judge you dude, I swear." Lance said, walking with the now trembling Keith.

Keith's head said otherwise. His thoughts bubbled up with negativity, finally exploding like a volcano. His anxiety spiked, so many doubts and bad memories echoing around his head. It was all too much.

This was the one thing he didn't want to happen. Especially in front of one of his roommates, a guy he'd pretty much only just met several hours back.

His skin drained of colour and his body was visibly trembling, his breathing was extremely quick and panicky. He swallowed and gasped frequently like he was struggling to breath as his heart smashed over and over against his ribcage. He hiccuped and sniffed loudly as tears dribbled down his face.

Everything felt closed in and the sound of Lance's voice felt strange and far away for a few minutes. He felt weak and he knew he had to sit down.

This was embarrassing. Why was this happening?

He figured he could manage it pretty well but today something just snapped. Maybe it was due to the people he wasn't used to and the places and just everything, everything that was new and weird and not like home at all. Not that home was much like home anymore.

Lance was pretty sure at this point Keith probably had been bullied or something along those lines. Sure he'd probably fought back but still, something bad like that still stung a lot.

Of course, that wasn't the whole story behind it, but that didn't mean he couldn't help Keith.

Lance guided Keith to the flat and opened the door, peeking around to check no one else was around. Once the coast was clear, he walked in with Keith, sitting him on the couch. Lance could tell the teenager was embarrassed and honestly, if it had been him, he wouldn't want an audience either.

"Ok… Just breath. Take deep breaths. I'll get some water. Just, er… try and focus on breathing, you're safe I swear," Lance said getting up and quickly grabbing a cold bottle out of the fridge, rushing back to give it to Keith.

Keith seemed to guzzle it, drinking half the bottle, then stopping and taking a few deep breaths. He sniffed and rubbed at his eyes, getting eyeliner on the back of his hand as he did.

He froze as Lance dragged him into a hug, but felt too exhausted to protest or even move.

"You looked like you needed one," Lance muttered, looking down at him. He didn't want him to budge honestly, not after having a panic attack like that. At least if he was here he could make sure the guy was okay.

Keith sniffed, rubbing at his eyes and taking another drink, resting against Lance's chest.

"You complain if I snuggle on the couch," a voice announced and Keith recognised it as Shiro's but he was too tired to react, let alone move.

Shiro walked around the counter and Lance scowled.

"This is different, gilipolla. Don't be an ass Shiro." Lance huffed, looking at Keith as he stared up blankly at Shiro.

"Oh? Thace's son… Keith? He's our new roommate?" Shiro asked and Lance nodded.

"Yeah he's our roommate. And we're in the middle of something."

"Cuddling? Cause it looks like that," Shiro replied.

"Fuck off, something happened. I'm helping him through it," Lance grumbled.

"Panic attack?"

Lance raised a brow, confused. How did he guess that?

"Er, yeah… How did you-"

"Thace said he has them. Plus I know the feeling, kinda." Shiro muttered, raising his prosthetic arm, "PDST." Keith didn't even reply , just clung to Lance and stare around in an exhausted state.

Why hadn't Keith said anything about his panic attacks? Maybe he figured it wouldn't happen if he was lucky or he could hide somewhere when they did. Lance didn't want him doing that honestly. Dealing with stuff like that was bad enough, but dealing with it on your own? Lance couldn't even imagine what that must be like.

They talked a little longer and Keith dozed off against Lance.

After a few hours he was awoken by an unfamiliar voice. He blinked and looked up at Lance who was fast asleep, then focused his eyes to find an unfamiliar face right in front of him.

He screamed and woke Lance. The lanky teen huffed and sat up.

"Allura did you scare him?" Lance grumbled, looking at the dark skinned female.

Her hair was long, silver and wavy, eyes as blue as the ocean. She wore a pastel blue floaty dress and - yep Lance was right - she looked like a model.

"I didn't mean to. I was just wondering why you was asleep together on the couch," she replied with a soft British accent.

Keith rubbed his eyes and sat up, panicking slightly as he checked the clock. 7:30pm, well that wasn't too bad.

"Er..." he blinked and yawned looking at her. She seemed nice honestly.

"Keith is it?" she asked, and he nodded, unsure on what to say. Lance laughed, and oh gosh his laugh. It was a warm, sweet laugh and honestly Keith would be lying if he said he didn't gasp softly. Thankfully, Lance didn't seem to notice.

"I'm Allura," she chirped happily and he smiled.

"Lance told me about you and Shiro," he replied with another yawn. How could he still be tired?

Allura scowled at the olive skinned male, who grinned back in response.

"Hey I've got an idea, but first I really need food." Lance pipped up, his stomach growling loudly making Allura roll her eyes.

"Good news for you, Shiro's cooking for us all again. It's almost done."

"So that's what the burning smell was," Lance joked, sitting up on his knees and spinning round so he was sat backwards on the sofa. One of the many advantages of having the living room and kitchen in the same space was that you could just look over the counter to check on food.

The way Lance was sat up, legs straight from the knees up and leaning over the top of the sofa onto the counter, meant that Keith could admire his ass. Sure it was kinda flat, but still…

Keith blushed and decided to talk to Allura to distract him.

"Is it always like this?" Keith asked her, motioning to Hunk and Pidge camping out in the corner of the kitchen, seeming to have a similar idea to Lance.

Allura giggled and nodded, "Pretty much. Shiro hates it, but he always makes enough for us all regardless."

Dinner was a rather big seafood paella and honestly it was amazing.

Shiro acted almost dad like during the whole meal.

Lance had leaned back in his chair and had his feet on the table at some point. This earnt him a stern telling off by Shiro which made Keith laugh, well snort, and it looked like Lance had stopped functioning when it happened too.

Pidge had flicked a prawn at Lance and it had started a mini food fight, which Lance tried to end by catching the food in his mouth. It ended in a telling off by "dad" Shiro, and again Keith was trying not to laugh too much and failing.

Honestly, this was just what he needed after… earlier. It was a good distraction.

Once they had finished Lance placed his feet back on the table and leaned back, closing his eyes. He said it made him feel comfortable, honestly Keith figured it was just something to piss Shiro off.

Lance opened an eye and spoke up after a few moments.

"You know what would be a good bonding exercise? A night out." Lance suggested, the others agreeing before he finally looked at Keith. "What do you say?" He lowered his voice slightly, "Think you'll be up to it after y'know…"

"Er sure sounds good," he replied with a smile. Honestly, he couldn't say he'd ever been out in a group before. Not to mention it would be another good distraction.

"But first how about a little drinking game?" Lance added with a smirk.

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Chap 2:

The drinking game Lance had suggested was Beer Pong, and whilst Keith was familiar with it, he'd never actually played. He'd seen it being played in films and it looked easy enough. The pong part looked fun, the drinking part… not so much.

“Ok we're gonna play it different than normal cause there's too many of us. You throw and you have to drink the contents of whichever cup you throw it in, ok?” Lance explained. Keith's stomach knotted up as he stared at the several plastic cups. Lance said no two drinks was the same which only caused more anxiety. He'd never drunk anything alcoholic before, he was completely sure he wouldn't like it or that he'd get tipsy straight off the bat - there was no way he'd have a natural tolerance. The only one who didn't get to suffer was Pidge, due to the fact she was under aged. She instead sipped a glass of orange juice and watched.

Her gaze seemed to focus on one cup in particular and Keith was unsure why. Maybe she knew something he didn't? Either way, it only made Keith all the more nervous. Lance was up first, sticking his tongue out when he aimed, then threw the ping pong ball. He seemed to lean forward until it landed in a cup, looking over nervously once it did. Keith wondered why Lance would be nervous; this was the guy he'd found making vodka cookies. Why would a simple game like this scare him? "What did it land in, dad?" he asked, looking at Shiro with a smirk. Keith snorted at the look of annoyance on Shiro's face then looked at Lance who seemed to be blushing and looking directly at Keith. Why was he blushing? "Shot of vodka… And stop calling me that." Shiro grumbled, handing the cup to Lance who downed it, shuddering as he did. Keith figured Lance would be able to manage it so him downing it wasn't much of a surprise. "Woo~! Ok Hunk, you next." Lance grabbed the ball out of his now empty cup, and then threw it at Hunk who caught it, rubbing it on his shirt to dry it off so it wasn't slippery. Hunk sighed and threw it, somewhat relieved when it just missed the cups entirely.

"Aw c'mon, Hunk. You didn't even try to aim," Lance complained.

"N-no, I did. I'm just bad at this game, you know I am, and I know you know I am." He also knew that there was a bad one in there somewhere, which he didn't want to get.

 Lance always put a bad drink in there.

If it wasn't something spicy it was something that was so strong it'd feel like it had been made in the depths of Hell. Allura was next. She looked cheery and confident, barely aiming as she threw. Her ball landed in a WKD fruit vodka mix which made Lance scoff and grumble. Then Shiro was up, he seemed to smirk at Lance who flipped him off as he threw. The ball bounced once, twice; and then promptly fell off the table only adding to Lance's smugness.

Keith backed up, letting Shiro go again, the older man wanting to regain his lost pride. This time it in ordinary whiskey which Shiro downed in one, staring Lance straight in the eyes, unblinking, as he did. Keith backed up again, insisting Hunk take another go.  He watched, twiddling his thumbs as the big guy aimed, and swallowed as he heard a sigh of relief from Hunk. He'd gotten beer.

Lance walked over to Keith as he watched the jet black haired teen let yet another person go before him, this time Allura.

“You just gonna keep letting the others go again?” he asked Keith with a smirk, who rubbed the back of his neck and swallowed.He gasped the moment Lance placed a hand on his back and patted him gently. Could he just stay in this moment a little longer?

“Don't be nervous. It's just a drinking game. Nothing bad’s gonna happen, I swear.” After that, Keith walked up the table, looking somewhat nervous, but determined as he threw the ball. He could see Lance and Pidge staring at him and that only made it worse. Why was he so jittery? It was just a normal drinking game, right? That's what Lance had said. The ball landed in a cup causing Lance to cheer, then smirk, and Pidge to pipe up with a "Be prepared." What did she mean by that? Ok that made him a little bit more nervous as he watched Lance grab the cup. "Fireball whiskey~...Have fun," he joked, handing the cup over. Fireball? That sounded like a nightmare drink already from the name alone. Did he really have to drink this? Keith stared at it blankly and pinched his nose, causing Lance to raise a brow. He had to drink this or he probably wouldn't live it down. "...Have you ever drank before? Ever been drunk?" Keith shook his head before trying to down the fireball whiskey only to cough a few times and pull a face. It was disgusting honestly and he'd gladly never touch it again. In fact, his throat was burning now, on fire even. Was that normal or not? Panic rising, he dashed off towards the kitchen sink. He quickly fumbled with the tap until the water was a nice ice cold and stuck his head under, drinking until it eased the depths of hell that was his throat. He might have been acting a tad dramatically but he didn't care. "What, Mr Emo and son of Big Tall Military man has never even had a proper drink in his life?" Lance chortled, knowing that anyone that had would definitely not act like that. "No wonder you haven't been drunk before; we're about to change that buddy. Get your coat on. We're all going out," he announced with a grin. Their night on the town was met with some delays. The first was the fact that Allura and Lance had decided to change before they left; and the second was Lance having to hunt for his wallet, but thankfully that didn't take too long. It also didn't take too long for them to reach the club's and bars. Lance scanned the names before dragging everyone into a nearby club. He'd loudly announced it was the best place to meet people.

This didn't seem like a positive thing to Keith. Surprisingly it wasn't as bad as he expected. Sure the music was so loud he could feel it vibrate through him, but still not as bad as he thought it would be. He'd been to concerts that were louder. Lance and Allura made their way to the dance floor immediately, Allura dragging Shiro along with her with a giggle. Keith meanwhile headed over into a booth a little bit away from the pounding bass music. He didn't dance, he struggled to socialise, the quite frankly the bright lights were hurting his head; so he'd just quietly sit there and have fun his own way. Hunk had followed, asking Keith what he wanted and ordering them both a drink after Keith had glanced quickly at the drinks menu on the table. Hunk seemed reluctant, warning Keith about his drink choice but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. If only Keith knew how badly he was going to screw himself over. "Club not your thing?" Hunk asked once their drinks came, causing Keith to look up. "That obvious?" Keith replied as he stirred up his cocktail. As soon as he'd seen the name Zombie cocktail, Keith had picked it out, he'd  be lying if name alone wasn't enough for him to want to get it. "I feel you man. I hate the trashy dance music they play in here. It's way too loud but Lance likes it," Hunk said leaning in and raising his voice above a shout so Keith could hear him. Hunk meanwhile just had a plain cider drink which he took a sip of before continuing. "Pretty sure everyone could see how nervous you were," he paused and smiled a little. "It's gonna be great. But..Isn't that cocktail a little too much for you?..You've never drank before." "I think I'll manage," Keith muttered ready to take a drink before Lance came over interrupting him mid-sip. He was singing something but with the roar of the music Keith had no idea what. The olive skinned teen had a blue umbrella topped drink in one hand and a pitcher of something that was clear and fruity in his other. It was probably vodka. Was vodka like his favourite drink or something? He took a drink of the margarita before leaning over the table so they could hear him, slight redness in his face. He was probably already tipsy. "Zombie?" he asked glancing at Keith's drink. "You're gonna fuck yourself over big time." Lance laughed a little.  "You're gonna be gone before the next song comes on." Keith blinked for a moment as Lance scooted into the booth next to him making him blush. Why did he have to be so close. Their legs was practically touching and Keith could feel his face getting hotter and hotter. Lance placed the pitcher in the middle of the table causing Hunk to pull a face and push it to the side. He wasn't drinking that crap. "I mean you've never drank before. This cocktail is gonna kill you," Lance paused noticing some panic in Keith's eyes. "Not literally, mullet. You've have to drink about..." Lance frowned and started counting on his fingers. "Five? Six? A lot of these. One after the other." Keith had been half expecting Lance to chant chug honesty, but he was surprised he'd got a warning off him over his drink. Granted what idiot would chant chug over a cocktail? "Dad probably won't be happy when he finds out about this." Lance muttered and Hunk agreed. Lance looked over at Shiro who was dancing with Allura, his hands on her waist. "$30 says they're gonna bang later," he muttered, Hunk raising a brow. "...Why would you bet that?" Hunk asked and Lance laughed. "Shiro's gonna kill you if he hears you calling him that. Or if he knows you're betting on his sex life." Keith laughed, looking down at his drink. He wasn't sure if it was sheer stupidity or rebellion but he decided to drink it.

It hit him instantly. The last thing he recalls after that moment is somewhat distressed no's as he tries to drink as much as he can before Hunk could pry the glass from his hand.

What idiot chugs a cocktail? This idiot.

Keith figured he'd done it to forget a few things for a while. It hadn't been a great year so honestly something like this was a Godsend.

The next thing he remembers is being dragged up onto the dance floor his vision is blurry but he thinks it's Allura. He smiled and danced with her for a while.  Honestly something he wouldn't even think of attempting sober.

After a maybe an hour (he's not sure) he's dragged away by Lance and he danced with him, well it was more of he stared at Lance's hips move to the rhythm and tried  not to get an erection something almost impossible as the olive skinned teen continued.

He placed a hand against Lance's waist gently as the music changed but he's stopped as Lance spots an attractive girl and went to dance with her along with tried to chat her up. Emphasis on tried.

Keith felt jealousy surge higher and higher as he watched the female practically grind against Lance's junk. The nerve of some people. He didn't even know her and he already strongly disliked her.

He gritted his teeth and continued to watch until it was too much and he stormed over. He grabbed Lance's arm and dragged him away getting an annoyed "what the fuck!" from Lance as he made him spill his drink and takes him away from the girl.

Keith grabbed Lance's shirt hearing the boy complain about how he was gonna stretch out the fabric before he dragged him into a deep kiss quickly silencing him. Lance dropped his glass in surprise and was ready to return the kiss. But then something forcefully dragged them apart.

He'd blacked out after that, a big gap in his memory as he had a pint of water being pushed in his hands. His vision was blurry and he tried to speak but honestly he was too drunk to even form a sentence.

"Drink it." a stern voice said. Shiro.  When did he get here?

Keith blinked and took a sip , the whole room spinning as he did. He was still in the club.

Shiro didn't look too happy and it only changed to worry the moment Keith stood up in the booth almost falling, placing his hands against Shiro's chest to stop himself.

Shiro grabbed Keith and the drunken teenager looked up at him,face red thanks to the drink. He could see a strange mix of worry, anger and concern mixed on his face.

"Bathroom...D-Dad." he slurred out causing Lance to laugh as Shiro huffed at the name. He wouldn't complain about it now and he definitely wasn't letting Keith go there alone.

"Lance. Go with him."  he said looking over at Lance who seemed to protest. Shiro helped the teen out of the booth and walked him over to Lance who pulled a face.

"Fine." he huffed, placing an arm around Keith and guiding him there. Lance had a drink in his other hand and took a drink before opening the door and guiding Keith into the bathroom.

Lance was drunk too, though he wasn't as bad as Keith who pretty much couldn't stand up straight at this point. Lance had figured Keith would be a lightweight but the beer pong before probably hadn't helped either.

Lance seemed to ask Keith something maybe along the lines of "do you feel sick?" but he didn't even register it. Keith just stared blankly causing Lance to grumble and mutter something along the lines of "You better not throw up on me."

Keith leaned in and kissed him and whilst it surprised Lance, he returned it eagerly. Keith wrapped his arms around him supporting himself. He probably shouldn't be doing this. They was still getting to know each other. It was too early for this right?

Then another blank spot in his memory. He was back at the booth with Lance next to him. Both of them being scolded by Shiro. He could taste vomit strongly in his mouth and it made him gag which Lance squirmed at almost screaming "Not again."

Keith looked over at Lance noticing a big stain on the teen's shirt. He figured he'd threw up on him but honestly he couldn't remember.

"I sent you in there to look after him, to make sure he didn't fall or get taken advantage of. So why do I go in there to find you making out with him!" Shiro growled.

"He kissed me first..Then it just..Happened..Then he threw up on me after he saw you..." Lance muttered with a pout , pouring himself a drink from a fruit scented colourful pitcher. He sighed and took a drink. "You owe me a new shirt by the way mullet" he grumbled poking Keith's cheek who tried and failed to swat his finger away.

"He's drunk...You should have been lo-"

"I'm drunk too.."Lance replied with a huff. It was hard to believe considering he barely slurred and his face was barely red.

"Why did you let him order a cocktail!" Shiro hissed folding his arms. So someone had told him?

"I didn't. I wasn't even there. Hunk was." Lance replied taking another drink glancing at Keith who took a sip of water hoping it'd help with the vomit taste.

Shiro glared and looked over at Hunk who took  a drink of whiskey and coke and gulped.

"I tried warning him Shiro. He wouldn't listen." Hunk replied with a sigh. "We both tried."

"Thace is gonna kill me when he finds out." Shiro muttered holding his head.

It was after this point where Keith's memory is completely blank. He doesn't remember leaving the club or going back to flat. He just knows his mouth tastes like vomit and his whole body hurts and for some reason his hair is slightly damp. He doesn't know why.

He opened his eyes with a groan, feeling a pounding in his head as he did. First thing he spotted was an empty bucket on the floor with string around the handle and figured he's probably walked into his room and had it booby trapped with the a bucket of water waiting to land on him as he opened the door.

Except that thought completely vanished when he looked around the room. This wasn't his room. He just knew. Judging by the space posters and cork board filled with family photos he knew this was someone else's room but he wasn't sure who's.

Keith began to panic, feeling an arm drop against him only made him panic more. Was this real? Who's room was he in?

He stared at the arm and paled, quickly getting up and rushing into the bathroom as his hangover took control. Pale hands gripped onto the bowl and he heaved, panicking as he heard footsteps coming closer.

After a few moments, he felt a breeze and then something fluffy what he recognised as a blanket, draped around his shoulders. He slowly stood, stumbling when he realised he was naked and quickly tugged the blanket around himself and turned around jumping as he did.

"You ok?" It was Lance. His arm was around him before and Keith was in his room. Technically his bathroom now.

Keith froze , staring at Lance, he was wearing a blue and gold bathrobe to Keith's relief. Keith hunched and Lance noticed, his brows knitting together as Keith's face scrunched up. No please not that. Lance didn't want him to start crying. He'd feel awful if he did.

"Hey er...Just come here. I'll explain what I remember ok? Just please...Don't cry." he said grabbing Keith's arm and dragging him back into the bedroom. Lance sighed and paced explaining what he remembered ,  the kiss on the dance floor, the bathroom make out which made Keith groan and cover his blushing face.

Then he explained what Keith didn't know.

"We all came back..Shiro and Allura went to his room and you came with me...We stumbled in and it turned out Pidge booby trapped the room so that was fun..Getting soaked." he paused looking at Keith and smiled nervously. He should just get to it.

"Er..We..Kissed...Clothes came off...And you can probably guess what happened next..." Lance rubbed his head and smiled weakly heading over to the other teen, putting an arm around him and bringing him into a hug.

"I'm not complaining though...Just so you know it doesn't make things weird between us...Well it doesn't for me..."  Lance said giving Keith a little squeeze.

He seemed to relax in the hold resting a hand against Lance's chest. He noticed his arms  and legs was littered with bruising he figured he'd probably fell a lot and bumped into things.

"It doesn't for me either." Keith muttered  looking up at Lance. He was blushing and Keith couldn't help but smile.

Lance got up after a few minutes grabbing something off the floor and throwing it against Keith's arm.

"Put your boxers on. Not everyone wants to see your dick." Lance called out laughing a little.

Keith blushed and quickly stood, putting the red boxers on whilst trying to keep the blanket around himself at the same time which was impossible.

Afterwards he stumbled out of Lance's room, blanket tightly around his body. Lance followed closely behind in just a pair of blue boxers with Marvel characters littered across them.

Keith winced at the light, tugging the blanket over his head to form a hood. He noticed Pidge on the counter fiddling with the toaster again and then Hunk sat on the couch talking with her.

He then noticed that Shiro was cooking and Allura had her arms snaked around his waist saying something to him that was making him laugh.

"Soo how was last night?" Pidge piped up with a smirk causing everyone to turn around and look. Keith could feel his face heat up and Lance huffed ,folding his arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Lance replied heading over to the couch and sitting down next to Hunk.

"It was a tie between you four who made the most noise." Hunk said looking at Lance and Keith , then Shiro and Allura.

"Hunk." Shiro grumbled before rolling his eyes.

Keith seemed to awkwardly wonder around somewhat embarrassed until Lance dragged him onto the couch and onto his lap. He was sure he squeaked almost as it happened.

Allura smiled a little nudging Shiro.

"Look how adorable they are." she said smiling at the pair.

He sighed but he had to agree. If was almost like they was dating even though they wasn't. It was too soon honestly for them to be.

Lance wrapped his arms around the blanket bundle that was Keith, muttering something about him making him warm.

"Do you have class today?" Lance asked and Keith looked at him, nodding.

"Do you wanna stay here?"

"Yeah...I don't think I can face today."  Keith muttered smiling up at him.  He rested his head against Lance and heard two audible "awws" causing him to blush. One from Allura and the other Hunk.

Lance leaned in whispering to Keith so quietly the others couldn't hear.

"Me gustas." he whispered with a smile laughing at the surprised look on Keith's face. He seemed to understand that.  He did say something one day before class about moving around from country to country thanks to his dad.

Keith watched him, laughing slightly. It was breathy and honestly Lance found it adorable.

"I like you too, You quiznak." he whispered with a smile.

By lunch everyone except Keith and Lance had left. The pair just lied around in their boxers getting to know each other.  Keith learned Lance had a huge family along with a dog called Bilbo Waggins and he'd be lying if he said that didn't make him laugh and a parrot called Eggolas and by names alone Keith figured Lance liked Lord of the rings.

Meanwhile Lance learned Keith just lived with his dad, Keith didn't say anything about a mother, he avoided talking about it completely. He learned Keith had a macaw that was mostly red called Skittles.

After that Lance had set his laptop up to the TV and the pair had curled up watching the full season of Cowboy Bebop. Lance cried at the end a lot and Keith rolled his  eyes putting an arm around him. Keith had to admit he enjoyed the anime honestly and being around Lance so long.

"Gets me every time." Lance sniffed rubbing at his eyes.

"I admit it was good." Keith said giving him a little squeeze. He blushed and swallowed looking at Lance before speaking again.

"So..What's next?.." Keith asked leaving Lance confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Like where do we go from here?..Are we just friends?..Or like friends with benefits...Or like are we something more?" Keith asked.

#I don't know what to do with this