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saltybaltic · 3 years

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Can we get something with like the first time Natasha realised how strong super soldier reader is and she’s really impressed and maybe a lil turned on

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - MUSCLE

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X SuperSoldier!Reader Fanfic

Synopsis: You haven’t been part of the team long. Even though Natasha knows you’ve received the super soldier serum, she’s never quite appreciated your strength up close. Until now

Warnings: Language

Words: 1611

Despite the fact you had a reputation for being quite cocky when presented with the opportunity, no one would have described you as a show off. You were under no illusions that your abilities only came from a serum that you were lucky enough to have been gifted. If you were perfectly honest you found yourself much more impressed with the agents that tended to surround you on missions - people who had worked and trained and laboured for years to become as skilled and strong as they were. Surely that was more impressive than simply being injected with something?

So you had found it quite a surprise the first time you were told to accompany some of The Avengers on a mission. Even more so when the first lead to a second. Which lead to a third. And eventually you were there so often for briefings and training that you were given your own room at the compound - something that frankly blew your mind. What surprised you the most was the fact you didn’t actually feel like you’d contributed anything. The missions you went on generally required muscle. Steve, Bucky, Thor or Bruce regular companions for you. However you couldn’t help thinking they could have done it all without you.

Even though you were yet to go on missions with some of the team, you had gotten to know them all well enough. Training sessions more often than not weren’t done alone. It was rare to walk into the gym and find no one there to spar with. Meal times were also a communal affair, everyone eating at roughly the same time ensuring it was impossible to eat alone unless you took your food back to your own quarters. You found yourself growing fond of the people around you quickly. Some more than others.

It shocked you how quickly you clicked with Natasha given how little you still knew about each other. Maybe that’s why she liked you; never pushing her for information about her past or intimate details, just happy to laugh together and enjoy one another’s company. It was clear to everyone that you got on well together. However what was the most clear was that you were definitely attracted to one another. It was difficult to be subtle in your admiration of Natasha, often unable to tear your eyes away from her before someone would notice and give you a teasing nudge and a grin. You didn’t mind really, it was hard to be embarrassed when you were intelligent enough to notice that Natasha was looking at you in much the same way.

Natasha was your most common training partner and the longer the two of you worked out together, the more the tension grew. Flirty comments and lingering glances became more common and even though yes, you weren’t a show off, you couldn’t help but feel smug every time you caught the red head looking at you.

However even with all of Natasha’s study of you since you had joined the team, she was yet to see just what you were capable of. Natasha wasn’t stupid and of course she had read your file as soon as she she’d been told you were joining the team. She was more than aware of your abilities and the serum that coursed through your veins even if she had never seen evidence of it up close. She had teased you on occasion when you would spar in the gym - “Come on, show me what you’re really made of.” - but she knew for a fact you were holding back for her benefit. No matter her talents on the battlefield or in a fight, she doubted she had the strength to go head to head with you on your worst day.

She couldn’t help but be curious though. She’d heard stories from the boys when you’d come back from a mission. Read the reports in your file. But there was no photo or video evidence anywhere to actually demonstrate what you were capable of.

The first time she got to see an example of your strength was so frustratingly unremarkable, she wanted to laugh. She’d been waiting for something incredible; stopping a train in its tracks, holding up a collapsing building, something heroic. But instead it was a boring favour that wasn’t quite the earth shattering moment she’d been waiting for.

Jogging around the compound on your morning work out, you found yourself distracted by voices coming from the open garage as you passed, pulling out your earphones and making your way towards the source of the noise. It didn’t take long to realise what the commotion was about - Natasha needed her motorcycle out of the garage but Bucky being Bucky had parked one of the cars in front of the bike with little regard for how anyone could get past it if they needed to. Of course the keys and Bucky were no where to be found.

“Have you seen Bucky?”

The sound of Natasha’s voice pulled you away from your study of the vehicle blocking the motorcycle, looking up to find the red head and Sam looking back at you.

Shaking your head, you took a step closer, “Not today no, I assume you have him to thank for blocking you in?”

“Yes. Asshole.” grumbled Natasha, scuffing her boot against the ground in annoyance.

“Do you want me to move it?”

Rolling her eyes and giving you a sarcastic glare, Natasha threw her hands up in the air, “Ohhhh why didn’t we think of that? We’ll just get the keys and move it. Obviously he has them and that’s not an op…”

Natasha trailed off and stopped speaking, however her mouth remained hanging open as you ignored her snarky rant and took a few steps towards the car. Both Sam and Natasha watched in silence as you bent your legs at the knees and squatted down beside the vehicle. Your hands hooked underneath it as you took a deep breath, before slowly lifting it from the ground and moving it a few feet to the right. You readjusted your feet, taking another breath before shuffling a little further over so there was room for Natasha to get her bike out and finally placed the car back on the ground.

Looking up at the other woman, you dusted off your hands and gave her a grin, “Better?”

“You just lifted that like it was made of cotton candy.” muttered Sam, looking down at the car and then back at you in disbelief.

Shrugging, your grin only widened in the direction of the red head as you flexed one of your arms at her jokingly, “What can I say? You impressed?”

Narrowing her eyes playfully, Natasha wet her lips, “Don’t be cocky.”

“I’ll stop being cocky just as soon as you stop staring.” you fired back, shooting her a quick wink before putting your earphones back in and jogging out of the garage to continue with your workout.

Silence fell over the two people who remained in the garage for a few seconds, still processing what they had just witnessed before Sam cleared his throat and spoke, “If you two finally end up sleeping together, I’d make sure you have the next day off work cause you’re gonna need some recovery time.”

“Shut up.” laughed Natasha, punching him gently in the arm.

“You know I’m right!”

—//—

Part Two

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff imagine

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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That one AU where Ryan’s undercover, right?

Still with Narco or maybe he’s been shuffled around a bit, moved over to Robbery right around the time Homicide and Beckett get the case with Finch and Esposito’s old partner. (Or maybe a case crossed over and he’s being loaned out, idk, details and so on???)

And at the beginning of the case in comes Detective Demming in Robbery, formerly out of the 54th.

Castle is like >:(((((( because the man is just too pretty, and also probably rescues cats out of trees on his days off, and honestly, is he the only one to see this Detective Tom Demming as what he truly is?

(In his experience, someone who seems too good to be true isn’t, but clearly this Demming has bamboozled not only Beckett but Esposito and Captain Montgomery as well and it is up to the intrepid author of the group to prove it! ...as soon as he finds evidence.)

Meanwhile.

The case proceeds as usual and Lanie finds Ike’s prints on Finch’s body, which, you know Drama.

In comes Holliwell and the accusations and whatnot.

Esposito going to see Carol and Tim and asking if she knew and all that fun stuff?

But then!

Someone finds out that Finch was in contact with this guy, someone who could help them with a Thing (technical issue, get them something else they needed, who can say, right?) and of course it happens to by this guy who happens to know Demming.

Seems delighted to see him, all friendly like as they haul him in to ask a few questions and he’s got this smirk and is “hey, Demming. See you’ve moved up in the world,” and generally being a cocky little shit because he knows they can’t pin anything on him and also he has an alibi, but yeah, sure. Why not humor the cops for a bit? Should be fun.

Demming is just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because yes, okay, he knows this little weasel. Busted him a few times for minor offenses and the whatnot but he always gets out and no one can make anything stick. But. He’s got a reputation for being able to get people what they need and rumors tying him to a string of robberies in a case a few years ago they were never able to solve.

But everyone knows he had something to do with it, you know?

So they ask him a few questions and get a lead. Doesn’t pan out, but what did they expect, really? (The next time they haul him in he does have a lead that pans out, so that’s nice.)

Shenanigans and whatnot, they see the footage showing Finch’s wife and Ike casing the bank and bring her in for questioning. Esposito races to Ike’s with Beckett and he has that conversation about it that’s all about Drama.

Back to the precinct and Beckett sparring with Demming and the “stealthy” sneaking around to get Demming’s SIM card and ~reveal that oh, yeah, no.

Not a dirty cop and you should all feel ashamed about even considering the possibility because the man is an angel, okay? An absolute angel.

(He definitely rescues cats out of trees on his way to coach underprivileged kids, you know he does.)

And then!

Esposito running off to help Ike steal the ledger and Demming is like ah, yes, Esposito is totally taking “a walk” and excuses himself to make a phone call, as you do.

Beckett and the others realize Holliwell is the dirty cop and since Esposito isn’t back yet – but before they can theorize as to why that is, Demming comes back in and says a “reliable source” told him Ike’s going after the ledger as they speak and with Esposito nowhere to be found it makes sense he’d be with him, right?

There’s this Moment where Beckett and Castle do the brain-twin thing and go hmmmm because it’s a little too convenient how Demming came by that info, but no time to worry about that now, they have to get to Ike and Esposito before Holliwell does.

Holliwell showing up to catch Esposito and Ike in the act and the pew-pew shooting before Beckett and the others catch Holliwell trying to make a break for it.

AND THEN.

Shenanigans in which other cases are dealt with and every so often Demming shows up and oh, hey.

Also Demming’s little weasel buddy?

Enough that he starts in on giving Esposito and the others grief too when they bring him in for questioning?

(Kind of weird how he keeps popping up, but whatever. Demming says the guy’s just like that and you just get used to it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Eventually though, there’s a case, right?

Some murder that’s tied to drugs and robberies and homicide(s) and he’s a suspect – and then a key witness – and all the good will and trust he’s built up with his little criminal circle doesn’t mean a damn thing when someone put a price on his head and anyway.

“Wait, what?”

Because they have to protect him from the baddies – a stipulation if they want the information he’s got in that head of his – and it’s like.

Like, sure. They could do that, or they could maybe put more pressure on the guy? Beckett and Esposito could break him, just give them time, and Demming is like.

“I mean, you could, but it wouldn’t get you much. Trust me.”

And so the safehouse and Demming’s little weasel courting painful, drawn-out murderization from Beckett and the others with all the shit he gives them? Seems delighted by it like he has no idea how close they are to snapping, and does he realize they definitely how to hide a body where no one will find it, but whatever.

The thing is, Beckett and the others would rather die than admit that yes, okay. They, too, have a soft spot for the little bastard the way Demming seems to?

Such a little shit, but weirdly endearing and also he has helped them out a time or two before, you know?

He really gets under Esposito's skin, though. Because flirty little bastard and Castle is like a kid in a candy store because a criminal willing to share stories and whatnot who hasn’t (yet) threatened to kill him!

Incredible!

Amazing!

(Also, a fan!)

Beckett kind of loves the way he pushes Esposito’s buttons and he’s just. It’s hard not to like him. (She pointedly ignores the looks she gets from Demming because they’re all of the “I told you so” variety and anyway.)

And then!

After a couple of days of this the weasel disappears on them – and it’s all !!! and also >:((((((((((( because not only how, but why????

Demming goes to get answers from his people while Beckett and the others try to find out where the little bastard’s gone.

Realize, after going over what they know about the case and the little bastard that of course he’s gone to talk to someone – make a deal with his boss (the one who put the price on his head) or something and anyway -

Demming runs into them to tell them there’s some kind of meet going on...somewhere and his weasel’s involved, and then madcap race to get there before the little bastard gets himself killed.

Shenanigans in which the bad guy gets the drop on Beckett and the others, looks like the whole gang is about to be murderized, right?

Drama and Bad Guy Confessions Via Monologue, the weasel about to get murdered for real, but what’s this?

A bunch of cops in from Narco and Robbery, also Captain Montgomery and associates and all cavalry to the rescue to save the day?

Bad guys in cuffs being led off and Esposito hauling the weasel along, pissed off like you wouldn’t believe because of course the little bastard snuck out on his watch – scared the shit out of him – and just.

Very much Annoyed.

Demming takes charge of the little weasel when they get back to the station, had this odd little smile on his face as Esposito hauled him away, right? One Beckett and Castle just could not figure out and then!

Beckett and the others up in Homicide finishing off reports and whatnot and not quite ready to head home?

She gets a call from Demming, says he has someone he wants them to meet and if everyone’s still there? To which she is like yes?????

And then!

Few minutes later the elevator goes ding!

Ding goes the elevator and out comes Demming and his little weasel?

No cuffs this time, and it looks like he’s had time to clean up and get a change of clothes, which is probably for the best because of all the blood and whatnot after being knocked around by the bad guys before Beckett and the others showed up.

Which also huh, you know, huh. Like, sure. Guy’s not their murder suspect, but also other crimes and why, okay, why is Demming smiling like that? Why is the weasel smiling like that?

(He does clean up well, though. Not that Esposito is staring or anything, goodness no.)

“Thought you’d like to meet Detective Kevin Ryan.”

Shit-eating grins on both their faces and Beckett and the others like what and then attempted murder of Ryan by Esposito because that little shit, and then shenanigans?

Also going out for drinks and the telling of a story that involves undercover work and many instances of running into Beckett and the others and being like – “Do you guys ever get a normal homicide case?” because Kevin’s new here and doesn’t realize and anyway.

For some reason Kevin Ryan ends up transferring to Homicide and Esposito grumbles to anyone who will listen for forever afterwards about getting stuck with him, but it’s pretty obvious someone needs to look out for the idiot.

And then shenanigans and Castle still prying stories and whatnot out of Ryan every chance he gets – Esposito gets this look on his face when he’s around for one because they’ve all gotten to know the little idiot by now and how the hell is he not dead yet???

And perhaps, also, there is still ~flirting because Ryan is still a little shit and Esposito cannot with this moron, but also there’s a betting pool, because of course there is.

Castle has a !!! “My goodness, I never would have expected you, of all people, to take part in this,” to Demming when he ponies up some money for the betting pool on how long until those idiots figure out their shit.

(Meanwhile, Ryan gets in on the betting pool about Beckett and Castle because how do they not see it and anyway, yes.)

Shenanigans???

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#castle nonsense #castle #rysposito #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #i'm love them #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 5 years

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Getting Together

Dredd x reader

Summary: what it says on the tin, folks

Word Count: 1293

Dredd grumbled to himself for the thousandth time as he put on his uniform despite the fact that he wasn’t going into combat. A shoulder injury the previous month had left him incapable of active duty for three months. Williams assigned him to coach the combat classes at the Academy once he was cleared for light duty in what he could only assume was an attempt to drive him insane. Most of the students in his class wouldn’t pass the exam; that much had been obvious since the first day.

Among these failures was one specific redhead that seized every opportunity to flirt with the instructor much to Dredd’s annoyance. He could tell by the way she carried herself that she thought she was entitled to whatever she wanted, and what she wanted seemed to be him unfortunately. His reputation is what he assumed made Judge Dredd the target of her unwelcome advances.

Fortunately, his assistant for the course was much more tolerable, bordering on pleasant really. The competent brunette was among the class that was up for graduation as soon as the next exam period came, meaning she was a year ahead of the class she was helping to teach. Since she’d aced the class when she’d taken it, she’d been assigned to do the more physical aspects since he was still laid up.

Given his foul mood, it was a good thing hers was the first face he saw in the gym that morning. They were usually the first two to show up, after all. “Y/LN,” he greeted as warmly as he ever did. Slightly above freezing warm that is.

“Mornin’, Dredd,” she chirped while laying out the mats. “You look grumpier than usual. Is your shoulder okay?”

“It’s fine.”

Y/N raised one eyebrow at that blatant lie. Even through the heavy uniform, she could see how gingerly he was carrying his wounded arm. “Uh-huh. Take it easy today, okay? The sooner that heals, the sooner you’ll be out of here.”

He mirrored her eyebrow raise though she couldn’t see it under his helmet. “I thought I was the commanding officer here?”

She shrugged. “You are, but once you’re out of here you won’t have to deal with Wolfe coming after that fabulous ass of yours anymore.”

Dredd’s brain stalled at the light flirting coming from her. His silence earned a laugh from Y/N, making him frown once more. “I hope you haven’t been getting any ideas from her.”

“Relax, Dredd,” she soothed. “I speak only the truth.”

Strangely enough her advances didn’t bother him near as much as when that pale cadet--Son of a bitch, speak of the devil. She patted his good arm sympathetically at the low growl that left him.

“Dredd!” Wolfe grinned as she reached him. “It’s--”

“Who told you it was acceptable to address your superior officers so casually?” he demanded roughly.

“Well I thought since we’ve been getting closer lately . . .”

“So not only are you disrespectful, but you’re delusional?”

“Cadet Y/LN gets to--”

“Cadet Y/LN is your superior and my assistant. I have given her permission to address me as such. You, I have not. Fifteen laps for delusions of grandeur.”

“But sir--”

“Twenty.”

In a strange combination of time passing slowly because of the unwelcome flirting from Wolfe and it passing quickly since Dredd found himself actually looking forward to working with Y/N, three months passed by and the Judge was released for active duty the day before Cadet Y/LN’s class took their final Judge evaluation test. For once, something snuck up on Dredd since he’d forgotten that that this day was coming soon. The fact that most of the class--including Y/N and Wolfe--beat him to the gym on his last morning as their instructor was also surprising.

Y/N grinned at the grumpy Judge from her spot on the bleachers. “Mornin’, Dredd,” she greeted like always. “What’s the plan for our last day as a team?”

A few students gasp at the casual tone coupled with the smirk that pulled at the corner of Dredd’s signature frown, but he ignored them. “Maybe we should let them decide,” he suggested with a nod to the students. “After all, they’ll have to deal with Grant from now on.”

The assistant laughed. “Oh, no! He’s almost grumpier than you! So how about it, guys? What are we doing today?”

Lily raised her hand because of course. Her face betrayed nothing malicious, but both instructors could see the gleam of vengeance in her eye. “Why don’t you two spar? You’ve seen us, but we don’t know how you fight, sir. I think we could learn something from seeing the force’s most famous Judge in action.” That last bit was said in such an obviously-flirty tone, Y/N instantly felt sick.

“Kissing my ass will get you nowhere, Wolfe,” he rumbled.

“For once, she came up with a half-decent idea,” Y/N commented. “What do you say?”

Dredd’s ensing eyeroll was fond as he removed the two bulky layers of torso protection along with his gun. The helmet stayed of course; Dredd liked the fact that he couldn’t be recognized when off-duty even by other Judges and had every plan to keep it that way.

During the following fight, Dredd was pleasantly surprised by the power Y/N put behind her attacks. She had the speed, he knew already, but she wasn’t pulling her punches for him. Good girl. Even with his superior strength and experience, they were fairly evenly matched. The spar was still going strong by the time the students had to leave for their next class, but neither was going to give up without a clear winner.

Eventually, Dredd was able to pin Y/N by using his full body weight and straddling her hips. He was pleasantly surprised by the fight overall.

Y/N smiled up at him. “Well that was fun.”

“Yeah.” But he made no move to get up.

“We just gonna stay here all day?” she teased.

“Was thinkin’ about it.”

That was an unexpected admission for Y/N. She let her hands fall to his thighs. “If that’s the case, you should probably lose the helmet.”

The seasoned Judge didn’t need to contemplate that request before complying. For the first time, his hazel eyes met her Y/E/C ones unobstructed. “Do you consent to this?” he asked habitually.

Y/N’s response was to slither out from under him only to wrap her legs around him and sit on his thighs. Her arms came up to loop around his neck. “No need to be quite so serious, Dredd,” she murmured an inch away from his lips.

All thought left both of them when Dredd lurched forward to seal their lips together roughly. Lips, tongues, and teeth clashed in what was obviously three months of built-up want. Both were breathing roughly by the time they pulled their lips apart again. With his hands placed on her ass and neck and hers clawing at his shoulders and hair, it was clear where this would lead if they weren’t careful.

“Joseph,” he said roughly.

“Huh?”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “I figure you should call me by my first name since I’m taking you out for dinner to celebrate you becoming a Judge tomorrow.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Someone’s sure of himself.”

“And sure of you. So is that a yes?”

Y/N smiled against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss there between giggles. “It’s a date.”

“Good.” Another brief kiss. “I need to report to the Hall of Justice soon,” he admitted reluctantly.

That prompted her to stand. “Go save the city.”

“I’ll pick you up at the entrance tomorrow at seven.”

“Can’t wait.”

#dredd x reader #dredd imagine #judge dredd x reader #judge dredd imagine #reader insert

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ask-felixhugofraldarius · 4 years

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Hey! Can I ask for a date please? (ok lets just say I’m not felix’s sister lol because I’m curious). I have shoulder length black hair, brown eyes, and am 5’3. I play violin and I love to read. I think I would be ok at the sword but I mostly use faith and reason. I’m flirty, nice, and I love hugs and physical attention! Thanks! (Gosh I hope I did this right) ~Mt

ALRIGHT LETS DO THIS

Send me “Date?” and i'll answer...

Modern setting

Who asks for it:

[x] You ask him

Let’s be honest if he held any feelings for you he’ll try to just ignore it. He’ll be soft enough to say yes if you ask.

[ ] He asks you

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

He’ll think it’s platonic when you implied it was more. He’s just like that.

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies

• [ ] Romantic Comedy

• [ ] Adventure Movie

• [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)

• [ ] Horror

• [ ] Drama

• [ ] Buddy Movie

• [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant

• [ ] Expensive/High Class

• [ ] Small and familiar

• [ ] Fast Food

[ ] Nature

• [ ] Beach

• [ ] Park

• [ ] Forest

• [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home

He’ll ask to spar but if you say no then he’ll play it off or try to at least. He’s not very smooth. He’ll then ask what you have in mind and go from there. Probably Netflix and chill with maybe a bit of story time (he’ll say he hates it but actually loves to hear your voice tell stories)

• [ ] Watching movies

• [ ] Playing Video Games

• [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better

He’ll get to know you better then eventually start to accept his feelings. Expect him to ask Sylvain for help then being teased about It. He’ll probably confess in the training grounds. He’ll be so distracted in training that you ask what’s wrong and one thing lead to the next ;)

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[x] Only if you want :3

#mt ask #mt date #mt matchup #how was it?#felix hugo fraldarius #fire emblem three houses #matchups

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skitnote · 7 years

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Done Chapter 1: Not a Joke

Langst fic based off this idea here

to read it on a03

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

He couldn’t even remember the final words that did it. They were just like the others he’d heard over and over for months, he hardly thought it mattered. Lance didn’t care anymore anyways. What did it matter, he got the point he wasn’t a part of them, how they said it didn’t change that.

In the beginning, he hadn’t thought anything by it. A quick dumb joke here, short taunts during training among sparring partners, a little levity brought at his expense every so often. Sure, Lance didn’t want to always be the fool but if he could relax the air or distract them, himself, from the near impossible task they were facing then he was glad to do it.

That is until it didn’t seem as much of a joke.

Mistakes lead to long lectures that made him feel so small, like he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t improving enough, wasn’t up to where he was supposed to be.

They would tell Lance that he needed to get serious and slacking off wasn’t going to help him, but he was being serious. He was trying so hard just to catch up with the rest of them, to prove his worth to the team but it just never seemed to be enough.

Soon the good-natured ribbings didn’t feel so easy to ignore, but Lance couldn’t show that it bothered him. To them it was still just meaningless teasing between friends, right? If he said anything he’d just get asked something along the lines of where his sense of humour was and dismiss his worries. It wasn’t worth the fuss of bringing it up. He would just smile through it like normal.

He started keeping up a mask hiding the way their laughter stung him, acting how he thought they wanted their jokes received. It felt like it had been a long time since he’d just been himself.

But the comments still ate at him, everything he said became more fuel for an idiot joke, every flirty action was met with a long groan, every fun but foolish idea was met with disappointment.

Eventually the idea that this was how they truly saw Lance clung to him at all times. After every group mission he began to pick apart every blunder he made. In every day conversation, he began to see how truly annoying he must be in their eyes.

Lance didn’t want to admit it … but maybe they were right about him.

He kept his head down with this new self awareness, trying to convince himself that he was different, but that didn’t stop them from poking a little fun at him whenever he came to join the group.

Finally, one day it became too much.

After a mission, he knew he could have done better in, they’d all come to a common area weary and tired. He’d already started picking himself apart as had become habit when the final blow came. Those unmemorable words were the last of what he could put up with.

Lance already knew he was stupid, and foolish and all of what they’d said repeatedly. He was already picking himself apart even as he sat with them, he couldn’t take another reminder. He was DONE.

His fake smile dropped and his half-hearted conversation with the others stopped. He didn’t say anything just stood up abruptly and walked away, not pausing at all to catch the sluggishly startled reaction of the other six.

He knew his place. That didn’t mean he needed to sit around and keep taking it from those he thought were his family.

At first, they hadn’t really been aware that something was off.

While it was weird of Lance to just leave in the middle of the sleepy conversation, it wasn’t the weirdest thing the boy had done. Coming to the conclusion that Lance was too drained to keep talking, for once, and had just gone to bed they dismissed the odd behaviour.

Shiro turned and slowly surveyed the rest of the paladins. Pidge, without any continuing conversation to keep her awake, had started nodding, almost falling asleep at Hunk’s side. Hunk didn’t seem to be faring much better. Keith hadn’t even been disturbed from his sleep by the sudden departure, and Shiro himself felt like he could drop into a long sleep any minute, a rare occurrence for him. Over at one of the screens the Alteans too looked fairly fatigued as they returned to tiredly discussing the last mission quietly.

It looked like Lance actually had the right idea. Standing up and waking Keith he told them that they’d all done good work and that it was best they all headed off for a good rest. For once no one complained about going to bed early.

It seemed none of the crew members had seen the upset expression on Lance’s face before he’d turned away, a given as they were all barely able to keep their eyes open for more than a few seconds in their state of exhaustion. Perhaps if they had they may have caught on quicker, not that it would have changed much.

#langst #lance (voltron)#lance doesn't deserve this #Done: fic #lets see how this plays out #skit's notes

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