and missed his cue because of it

brianiswikyd  asked:

I would love to hear your Master Chief headcanon, mostly how he is autistic. Not in a "screw you, nuh-uh" kind of way but more of a genuinely interested way.

Admittedly, this is the headcanon I have the least solid evidence for, but here goes.

1) Master Chief clearly misses a lot of social cues in conversations.  You especially see this in Halo 4 every time someone who isn’t Cortana tries to talk to him.  Before that game, I coulda maybe just thought he was the stoic, silent type, but now I believe he’s straight up neurodivergent.  And none of the other spartans you meet in the games (at least the games before 5 anyway) are like that, so I don’t think it’s because of the way he was brought up or socialized.

2) Master Chief has incredible focus.  It’s one of his greatest assets, actually.  Occasionally it gets him into trouble, as he gets so set on a goal that he misses the bigger picture (like how he almost sets off the Halo in the first game), but mostly it’s what allows him to just keep going on these crazy missions and stay clearheaded.

3) There’s no reason he needs to keep his helmet on at all times.  Like, even between missions or during long travel sequences or while sleeping he has it on.  Once again, this isn’t true for any of the other characters, including other spartans.  So I figure he might be prone to sensory overload or overstimulation and his helmet/armor helps him regulate his sensory input.  

Anyway, those are my thoughts.  Once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it.  

Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

Originally posted by spn-spam

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What Sherlock Doesn't Say to Molly

In light of Sherlock finally saying those three little words to Molly, I’ve been going back and tracing the progression of his feelings for Molly.  And one of the things that stood out to me started with that often analyzed Sherlolly question… “Was Sherlock really oblivious about the coffee invite?"  Because there is one thing that Sherlock has never said to Molly despite having ample opportunity to do so.

We’ve noted for ages that for all his supposed obliviousness Sherlock is socially perceptive enough to realize that John’s questions about Sherlock’s dating status could denote a romantic interest, and Sherlock immediately and politely shuts that down lest it create some misunderstanding or trouble with his new roommate.  Not that John meant it in that way, anyhow, but an ounce of prevention… 

So if Sherlock can recognize those social cues, how does he miss Molly’s date invitation?  One could argue that Molly’s invite was more subtle and at a time when he was rather distracted by the experiment that he was conducting at the time… except for one rather large fly in the ointment. 

For someone who is supposed to be oblivious to Molly, Sherlock is awfully damned observant.  His reaction to Molly’s explanation is equally problematic if we are supposed to believe that Sherlock is completely oblivious. 

That is not the face of a man who is just going with the easy explanation.  Even as Sherlock starts to turn back to his notes, his eyes are warily fixed on Molly and his expression and body language seems quite suspicious and nervous, rather like a man who has just discovered a large cobra that looks ready to strike.  He knows there’s more to this and that Molly is about to make a move.  This would be the perfect time to lay things on the line, as he later does with John, but instead he feigns complete ignorance. 

We’ve thrown out plenty of theories about his actions here before, but I think that in light of the progression between Sherlock and Molly it’s worth a few new thoughts.  I am honestly not sure if Sherlock knows why he plays dumb at this moment.   As Mrs. Hudson points out in S4, Sherlock is actually all emotion… however in S1 Sherlock is firmly denying his emotions to the point that you have to wonder if he’s even convinced himself.  

For as concerned as Sherlock was about his observation that Molly had put on lipstick for him, he’s equally concerned when he observes that she has taken it off after her failed invitation.  And it is not at all inconceivable after all we’ve seen between them that a primal part of Sherlock actually enjoyed the fact that Molly was putting on that lipstick for his benefit. 

He doesn’t want her to push for something he thinks is beyond his capabilities, but he doesn’t want her to completely lose interest in him either.  Sherlock knows how to give Molly a compliment to get in her good graces, as he does in the very next episode, but he doesn’t do that here either.  A compliment this soon after her invite could provoke another invite.  So he needles her instead, trying to provoke her into continuing to wear lipstick around him. 

At heart I really don’t think that Sherlock is behaving this way because he’s a cold bastard who’s merely trying to use Molly at the beginning of the series.  I think that would have been his way of rationalizing his behavior in the first two episode, but I also think that from the beginning Sherlock at least subconsciously wants Molly’s romantic attention.  There could even be a conscious recognition of this desire on his part that he is internally at war with himself over, because there is a pattern of behavior here that continues even as their relationship escalates. 

Let’s skip ahead to the next big development in their relationship.  The Christmas party where Sherlock discovers that Molly’s regard for him is deeper than just a little meaningless flirting… after he humiliates both of them in front of their friends by trying to deduce her.  She’s dressed to the nines, she’s carrying one specially wrapped present, and she’s wearing that sexy red lipstick for someone–and Sherlock’s deductions make it crystal clear that he does understand the psychology behind a woman trying to draw a man’s attention to her lips.  The "Jim” incident made it clear that Molly wasn’t just sitting around and pining for Sherlock, and he might even have reason to believe that Molly has moved on after that particular scene in the lab.  It’s only after he has behaved like a complete bellend that Sherlock realizes that he was the object of her affection all along. 

Sherlock giving his first ever apology in the series to Molly was a beautiful and important moment.  Sherlock goes beyond that though by giving Molly a Christmas present in return. 

After all the horrible things he’d said, Sherlock gives her a tender kiss on the cheek while wishing her a Merry Christmas.  Leaving Molly (and the rest of the world) to wonder what to make of his actions.  Was he so cruel before because he was jealous?  Was he overcompensating for having just been a total jerk to her?  It’s not like Sherlock bothers to clarify with something like, “I’m flattered Molly, but I’m married to my work."  Is that because he’s trying to spare her more pain, or because he, himself, is confused especially with how Irene has been trying to stir his libido? 

Between the kiss, Sherlock’s lewd ringtone, and Sherlock identifying Irene at the morgue by "not her face”… Sherlock is definitely not giving Molly the impression that he is a man who is married to his work.  No wonder she’s looking for a little clarification on the subject while they are working alone in the lab. 

And this was Sherlock’s golden opportunity to tell her if he didn’t want her affections, because he didn’t have to make the answer about Molly.  There is nobody around to make the situation humiliating.  He could have simply answered, “Molly, I think you should know I consider myself married to my work, etc." 

Because at this point Sherlock knows how Molly feels about him.  All the Christmas deductions plus the "three x’s… sign of romantic attachment."  And yet again, Sherlock doesn’t say it. 

For someone who had zero trouble saying those words to John when he thought John might have a romantic interest, Sherlock goes out of his way to never say those words to Molly, even after he knows she is romantically interested in him.  Even when Molly thinks that he is in love with Irene, Molly is still that helpful and loyal soul he can rely on.  He’s not going to lose her help in the lab or on his cases, so none of his potential earlier rationalizations for not telling her would apply anymore. 

Instead, Sherlock goes on to tell her things like, "You can see me.” “You do count.  You’ve always counted, and I’ve always trusted you."   "If I wasn’t everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?"  And let’s not forget his answer to "What do you need?"  Obviously the only way to answer that was, ”You.“  ;)

So Molly helps fake his death (and keep it secret for two years) and lets him use her bedroom for a bolthole, so I think we’ve reached a pretty high level of trust between them by the beginning of season 3, where Sherlock gets yet another scene where he could have said those words. 

Yeah, so if Molly considers "have dinner” a viable ending to that sentence, Sherlock has obviously still never mentioned his “no dating” policy to her.  They have a day filled with crime solving, meaningful looks, Sherlock’s heartfelt thanks, declarations of Molly being “the one person who mattered most”, another kiss from Sherlock, and an offer to take her to dinner after all… until Sherlock and Molly finally have to acknowledge that she’s currently engaged to another man. 

And do you know when else Sherlock would have had an opportunity to tell Molly that he was married to his work and not interested in romantic entanglements?  During whatever off-screen conversation that had about saying “I love you” to each other during the whole bomb threat scene.  Of course, with the way that Molly was beaming the world’s biggest smile and rushing towards Sherlock’s favorite spot in the ending montage, I think it’s safe to say that Sherlock never said those words to her then either. 

ok so has anyone ever considered stage actor enjolras and techie grantaire??? 

some important points

- grantaire most definitely plans his lighting cues exactly when they make enjolras’ hair glow like a halo

- enjolras always playing the leading man/love interest characters because he’s just so beautiful and has the voice of an angel

- because of all the women that he very convincingly kisses on stage, grantaire is so sure he’s straight

- this doesn’t stop grantaire from flirting with him whenever possible (and most definitely missing sound and light cues because of it)

- when costumer jehan tells grantaire that enj is gay as hell, he couldn’t be happier

- stage manger combeferre is definitely done with all of the pining and shit like come on guys its distracting from the show

- enjolras’ fellow actors cosette, courfeyrac, musichetta, and marius keep trying to tell enj that grantaire likes him, dammit, but enj is having none of it. theres just no way, and besides, itd distract from the show

- the very small pit of éponine, joly, bossuet, montparnasse, and floreal (who i really should talk about more)

- feuilly is the set designer and he builds them with the help of his boyfriend bahorel and they are killing it

- valjean is the director

- no, cosette got in on pure talent

- valjean aint about that favoritism life yes he is

andreil: flower shop au (iii)

part one, part two

  • the cats and andrew become best freaking friends and they get so many flowers from him
    • they’re at the point where it’s not just flowers
    • he also gets them toys even tho they like never play with them ever
      • “if ur going to have cats at least give them proper entertainment” he says to neil, who is so baffled by a stranger buying toys for his pets

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Shance fic idea

An AU where: 

- the Kerberos mission was a success 

- Shiro was very very famous because of it 

- Shiro was stil Lance’s hero and wishes to work with him/ aspire to be like him 

- And so he strived to be the best damn pilot there is 

- cue Keith side story about rivalry, competition, and envy of Keith’s related closeness to Shiro 

- Anyway, Lance had the opportunity to go to space but not with Shiro but that’s ok because SPACE! 

- Shiro was the one in charge of prepping/training Lance for the mission 



- a lot of GOOD JOBS and TOMATO FACE Lance (or Shiro) 


 - Ahem… and so the day of the launch Shiro wishes Lance good luck and BOOM! Lance is in space 

- everything goes wrong because Lance and his crew gets captured by the Galra 

- role reversal people! ( oh lord now i remember what it’s called ) 

i got a little carried away :D it gets darker from here

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His, Hers, Yours / Kojuro x MC x Masamune [1/3]

Kisses with Meaning Prompts

@mandakatt: Hello lovely! If you’re still taking asks how about the Nape of the Neck for either Kojuro or Masamune - Your choice! Thank you so much!

  • Kojuro + Masamune + Nape of the Neck (Deep Attachment) 

[Part 2]

You don’t begin it consciously, you really don’t, and yet when you comprehend what you’re doing, you don’t stop it, either. It starts the day you go barreling towards him at breakneck speed. To any one else it would look a grand gesture, the lady about to leap into her lord’s arms, but they cannot see your pinched face. Every crease is a split chasm of bubbling fire.

How dare you,” you spit. “Is it not enough that I can’t make my own decisions regarding the matter?”

He won’t be faring well either, every nerve flayed and barely contained.

“Stop treating me like a child.”

“I will stop treating you like a child when you cease to act like one,” he says. You know he means it too, because no one pokes the Dragon’s Claws without getting scratched.

“Go back and tell Lord Masamune to change his mind.”

“I will not.”

You almost punch him. You almost tackle him to the ground. If you had a sword you think you would run him through with it. “I never thought you’d do something like this.”

He falters a little. “I won’t apologise, precious girl.”

And you don’t know why it suddenly hurts to look at him. Perhaps it’s because you’ve been fighting for days now, and both of you won’t have gotten much sleep in the interim. Or perhaps it’s because Masamune and Shigezane so easily take his side it will feel like all three are bullying you into submission. Or perhaps it’s simply that everything is falling apart for the first time.

Whatever it is, the fire gurgles and spits, and all you hear underneath the incredulity and disbelief is how much he doesn’t trust you, how much he doesn’t want you around.

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Dating Sirius Black Would Include...

Okay, so this is my first writing thing for my blog and I hope this is okay. Thank you for taking some time to read this trash and please if you have any, GIVE ME ADVICE ON WHAT I COULD IMPROVE ON OR DO BETTER!! My ask box is free for anyone to send something in or anything. THANK YOU RANDOM PERSON READING THIS!! I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GOOD DAY

- He would try sooo many pickup lines
- Mostly cheesy and bad ones
- But he knew they would make you smile
- He would stare at you a lot because he was entranced by your beauty
- The Marauders would keep teasing him about it and calling it his “little problem”
- “Having your little problem again, Sirius?”
- “What?! No! Do you think her hair is as soft as it looks?”
- “Sureee, you were totally not checking Y/N out…”
- Him trying to set an elaborate plan to ask you to be his girlfriend
- Which involves fireworks, flowers, candles, the quidditch field, and even a promise ring
- Which of course, you say yes to being his girlfriend
- Cuddles
- Like he would want to cuddle alll the time just so he could hold you in his arms
- He would be the jealous type
- Seeing a guy talk to you and he would grow really possessive
- Going right up to you and kissing you in front of the guy you’re talking to
- And then give you that smoldering look of his that makes you weak in the knees and melt and he knows it
- When sharing a blanket he would be such a blanket hog
- “Babe, give me the blanket.”
- “No, I’m cold and you keep taking it from me!”
- “I know what could warm you right up…” he wiggles eyebrows
- You face palm and then hit him lightly
- Sirius would love it so much because he’s such a great singer
- And he sings you a love song every time
- But seriously(no pun intended) serenading to you for everything and making the other girls jealous of you
- Okay, so maybe the pun was intended
- Don’t judge me
- He would be the boyfriend that always steals your food from your plate
- “Love, give me back my food. There is literally a feast before you.”
- “Don’t wanna. It tastes better from your plate.”
- You would face palm
- “Sirius, honey there really is no difference.”
- He would stick his tongue out
- Soft kisses to your forehead when cuddling
- Passionate ones
- Wild ones
- All over you
- Which both of you love
- But sooo many hickeys
- So you would need high necked shirts or makeup to cover it up
- But he does the hickeys on purpose because he likes to know that you’re his and he wants to show any guy who dare tries to flirt with you
- Just any guy in general
- Which causes some problems
- “Sirius, my potions partner won’t talk to me.”
- “Well he shouldn’t have touched your arm.”
- “It was on accident, and he’s gay for goodness sakes!”
- “You don’t know, he could’ve taken you away from me!”
- “Love, I’m never going to leave you.”
- “Really?”
- “Yes, now stop being such a big whiny baby.”
- “But I’m your whiny baby.”
- “Yes you are. Now please shut up so I can get this report done for Slughorn.”
- Being really close to the other Marauders
- Helping James with asking out Lily
- Making wolfsbane potion for Remus
- Because you’re just that awesome and smart
- Helping Peter get over some of his insecurities
- Sirius can’t cook worth a shit for you
- But he can bake(with the store brought mixes of course and him being fascinated by a supermarket when you first take him to one to buy some stuff)
- “Y/N! You can buy anything here!”
- You giggle at his boyish character
- “Sirius! Come back here! You’re supposed to pay for these at the cash register before leaving.”
- “But I thought they were some kind of weird magic that was going to poison the things we bought.”
- And of course, you face palm
- Leaving you cookies and treats with smiley faces on them because he loves you that much
- Him getting you a helmet for you so you can ride with him on his motorcycle
- Him still continuing to stare at you in class
- You notice and blow him a kiss
- Which he grabs and puts inside his robe and then winks at you
- Ugh adorable and yes I’ve always wanted to happen to me in real life
- Don’t ask me why, I’m weird
- Anyways back to you and Sirius
- Being there for him when his family disowns him
- He stays at your house because why not
- Your dad would look at Sirius and size him up because he doesn’t trust Sirius around you
- But then he sees how happy you are with Sirius and welcomes him to the family
- Your mom would love Sirius from the very beginning
- Your mom literally being Sirius’s second mom
- But you know, without the hate and stuff
- Cause ain’t nobody got time for that ish
- Late night talks with Sirius about anything and everything
- Learning all about his childhood
- Crying because you can’t believe that Sirius had to deal with everything with his family all alone
- “Shhh. It’s alright love. I finally have you in my life and James and those other stupid bloody arses.”
- Laughing and sobbing at the same time because only Sirius could be like this when talking about such a serious topic
- Him being such a cinnamon roll to you
- And you tell him that but he doesn’t get what it means
- So he just decides to bring you cinnamon rolls every morning
- Which you love, so you don’t tell him what it means
- Because yas and why not, it’s cute
- Discovering his Animagus and being all cute about it
- Teasing him by calling him a little puppy
- “Y/N, I can’t believe you would dare insult your wonderful, loving, caring boyfriend who is NOT A STUPID LITTLE TINY USELESS PUPPY!”
- “But you’re just so adorable. I can’t help it!”
- “Well no more kisses and cuddles for you until you admit that I’m a fierce, strong, big scary dog.”
- “Fine. I’ll admit it.”
- “I knew not even you could give up my kisses.”
- “Who says I was doing it for me? It’s not like you could survive without my cuddles. Might as well spare you the torture.”
- Playing with his hair
- Putting it into the most ridiculous hairstyles you can think of and telling him it looks “hot” to girls
- “Why would I want other girls to like me when I already have the love of my life with me?”
- cue the awwwws
- You would feel soooo guilty and you would take the hairstyle out
- Because you are now literally a puddle on the floor from him
- “You love me?”
- “I’ve always loved you and will keep loving you for all of eternity. You are my soulmate and my missing piece.”
- You stand there speechless because OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. You only thought this happened in dreams
- He thinks your silence means that you didn’t want to hear that
- “Forget it. Let’s pretend like nothing happened. I’m sorry.”
- You start tearing up and quietly say, “Don’t go. I love you too.”
- His face splits into that smile you love and he grabs you and kisses you senseless
- He would gently wipe away your tears and kiss your face where each one of the tears were
- And then wrap you up in his arms and carries you to his bed…
- So y'all can cuddle and be with each other for the rest of the afternoon and then you falling asleep in his arms at night

Stop being inappropriate y'all. I know you all were thinking about sex when he carries you to the bed. Your dirty minds always gotta ruin everything. 😂😂Jk I can’t judge because I was thinking about it too. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS TRASH THAT YOU DIDNT HAVE TO READ
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“i’m tired of being your secret”

daveed diggs x reader drabble

just messing around lemme know what you think

warnings: none lol

word count: 487

“Y/N!” you heard Daveed hush at you. Quickly checking to make sure your wouldn’t miss your cue, you walked towards him, a smile pulling on your lips. 

“What’s up?” you asked as you got closer.

He was in his Lafayette costume, and looked fine as hell. You really didn’t have to ask, because the second you saw his smirk, you knew.

Daveed didn’t even look for bystanders before pushing his lips to yours. He lifted your chin to have better access to your lips. You tried to hid your grin, but the feeling of his lips on yours made you feel so whole.

Snapping to reality, he lightly pushed your shoulders away, indicating for you to stop. 

You didn’t.

Instead, you pulled him closer and nipped at his lip. Daveed tried to stifle the soft groan he let escape, but you grinned against him and he knew he had been caught.

When he finally broke, you sighed, kind of pissed. You heard the opening notes of Stay Alive and turned on your heel and left. 

“Wait, Y/N -“ he tried quietly.

“No. You know what, Daveed? I’m tired of being your secret. I’m tired of having to sneak around and -“ that was your cue. You rolled your eyes and stalked onstage, leaving Daveed feeling like a guilty mess.

At the end of the show, you were putting on a pair of sweats over your spandex when you heard a small knock on the door. It was Jasmine.

“Hey, Y/N! We’re doing a Ham4Ham and we need a few more singers, you down?” You really wanted to just go home, but the second Jasmine gave her puppy dog eyes, you were sunk.

“Perfect!” she said as agreed. 

It was packed outside and Lin was trying to explain what was going on.

“Our very own Daveed Diggs is going to perform for us tonight!” You felt his eyes trail on you for a second longer. 

Then the music started, and he was rapping. It wasn’t his usual police brutality and sex god rapping, it was sweet. You tried to catch all of the words, but the second your eyes met, you couldn’t hear a thing.

As he got closer to you, the end of the song approaching, you managed to get the last line:

“I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but you.”

And in an instant, his lips were on yours and your body was flush against his. You tangled your hand in his hair while he pressed the small of your back, making you almost crumble right there and then.

When you finally pulled away, his smile was shining like the sun. Lin laughed, “Get a room! Goodnight everybody!”

The crowd roared as Daveed pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

“What was that about being a secret?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re lucky I love you too, loser.“

More VLD Theories/Headcanon

Dave (hubby) is dragging his feet to watch VLD season 2 (we both agree it feels rushed), so I told him about the Slav prison break episode and Lance voicing his insecurities.  And how he voiced them several times.  That’s when the theories started.  We ended up writing out the majority of Season 3, Jen and Dave style.

What if the Black Lion accepts Keith just fine and the Blue Lion accepts Allura, but Lance can’t connect with Red.

  • The poor kid is already questioning his place on the team and now Red Lion is proving his insecurities
  • There’s an entire episode with Lance trying to be accepted; Red stays silent
  • Keith tries to “help” by giving Lance advice
  • It makes him feel worse (Obviously. Really, Keith?  Really?)
  • Allura is stressed because they can’t form Voltron and they’ve gotten word from the resistance of a new Galra leader.  She doesn’t have time for this shit.
  • They’re all really on edge because Shiro’s missing and they had JUST gotten used to their roles when they lost Space Dad and had to play musical lions.
  • Keith and Lance have an all-out fist fight.  Lance fights with all he has and looses.  Like, dude, you’re fighting a guy that lives for battle.  His solution to every problem is to stab it.  Keith wasn’t even trying, really.  Red is not impressed
  • Cue Lance becoming really depressed.
  • Coran takes Lance out on a Wacky Space Adventure™ to get his mind off things, and subtly reminds him that he wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for Lance.  
  • They have to be rescued from their Wacky Space Adventure™.  Oops?
  • Allura starts lecturing Lance on being more responsible and Lance just breaks down.
  • She’s like “screw this” and brings him on board Blue with her for the ride home. 
  • Cue Blue (and Allura) reminding him of all the awesome stuff he’s done.
  • Lance and Allura bond, because they’re really more alike than Allura cares to admit.  
  • Lance: “Why don’t you pilot the Red Lion?”
  • Allura: “I was close to it’s former Paladin. I couldn’t handle it emotionally.”
  • Lance sees Allura’s insecurities and Allura sees past the boisterous, flirty personality Lance uses to hide his own.  
  • The four lions (Red’s still in the castle) are attacked by a Robeast and are forced to land on an unoccupied planet.
  • It’s not unoccupied.  The Galra (Lotor) set up a trap and hid a fleet on the planet.  The Robeast was just meant to herd them there.
  • The lions are separated and systematically hunted down and attacked.
  • They can’t form Voltron minus one lion.  The castle ship has arrived and is helping the best it can.
  • Lance is feeling completely useless, completely helpless and doesn’t want to loose his family.
  • He ends up outside of Blue (Allura kicks him out when she decides to go on a suicide mission to attack a big-ass Galra ship on her own).
  • He sees an army of Galra soldiers marching past and decides “FUCK IT” and goes out to fight on foot, guns blazing.
  • RED LION NOTICES and comes to the rescue of her reckless blue son.
  • They form Voltron and win the day.  The End.



Work was always getting in the way of his time with Lestrade. There would be times when he would have to go several days, sometimes even multiple weeks without seeing him in person, feeling his lips against his own, or even just a touch of his hand as they sat beside each other. Mycroft exhaled deeply, tapping his fingers against his knee as he waited for the American ambassador to arrive at the British embassy. He was stuck overseas dealing with tedious politicians while Greg was back in London, dealing with… well, their usual life.

And the DI missed him just as much.

Every night, right on cue, Mycroft would instant message him as soon as he got back to the room. Of course, he could afford an international phone plan, but Greg couldn’t, and insisted that Mycroft not get one for the both of them. Reluctantly, the man agreed and settled for nightly chats on his laptop.

MH: I do apologize for this extended stay in the States. It is ever so tedious, Gregory.

The notification on his phone’s app lit up and Greg beamed as he saw who it was from. Of course it was nearly 3AM in London, but it was worth it to talk to Mycroft Holmes. He quickly tapped out his reply, yawning as he did so.

It’s taking too long. I haven’t seen you in forever, Myc. When will you be home? And just what am I supposed to do with all this delicious food I made while you were gone? -GL

A small smile appeared on Mycroft’s lips as he saw the response, and the smile grew as he realized just how instant that reply had been. Conclusion: Greg had been waiting up for his reply. It warmed the Iceman’s heart to know that someone wanted to talk to him as much as Lestrade did.

MH: That depends on what you made, my dear. Anyway, how is London faring without me? Sherlock hasn’t decimated it yet, has he?

The entire city is falling into ruins as we speak, Mycroft. I don’t think England will last much longer without you here to save it. ;) -GL

MH: Although your attempt at trying to make me worry more about you is working, please refrain from using those dastardly emoticons, Gregory. We are not teenagers with a crush on one another.

Speak for yourself. :P -GL

MH: Gregory for goodness sake. Just picture me sighing, absolutely exasperated and wondering why on earth I put up with you.

As Mycroft’s pale fingers dashed out his latest reply, he couldn’t help the feeling of joy he felt at being able to just talk to someone as easily as he could with this man. It was utterly ridiculous sometimes, but he absolutely adored that about him.

Greg meanwhile, scratched his head, rubbing his eyes. His smile was a sleepy one, but it was there nonetheless. Before he could reply to that, Mycroft sent another message, berating him for still being awake.

MH: It is nearly half 3, Gregory. Why on earth are you awake?

I couldn’t go to bed until I talked to you. It’s kind of become part of my routine. Obviously, it would be better if you were actually here, so I could hug you. -GL

And… other things. -GL

MH: Other things? Care to elaborate?

Greg swallowed harshly, having just said that as a flirtatious joke. Now he was worried he may have said something wrong. With Mycroft, sometimes it was hard to tell. Luckily, he found an innocent response.

You know, what we usually do. Cuddling, making out on the couch instead of paying attention to the movie playing in the background. Staring at each other and enjoying every second. I wish I could do all of this to you. Guess I’ll just have to settle for eating this steak dinner, alone. -GL

MH: You can make me feel guilty all you want, Gregory, but I cannot simply fly home until this policy is cleared. Trust me, you’ve no idea just how much I would rather lie next to you and hold you than deal with the tedium of this place. And, dare I say it, your insufferable insistence on tickling me, as you say, “for science.” It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, and you do not make a single application of the scientific method throughout.

Greg actually had to set his phone down from laughing so hard at that response, but he finally managed to recover and chuckled the whole time he replied to the message.

Thanks for the laugh, and the criticism. I shall ensure an entire experiment as soon as we see each other again. ;) -GL

MH: …..

MH: Gregory, you are absolutely insufferable.

;) -GL

;D – GL

MH: Gregory Lestrade, stop this now.

Then open your damn door, Mycroft Holmes. -GL

MH: What? Gregory, what are you saying? You’re not really, oh my God–

Before Mycroft could investigate further via the messenger, a knock reverberated throughout the room. He finished up his last message and glanced up. His gaze fell on the door and he rushed to it, tugging it open. There stood his Detective Inspector. His mouth fell open, right on cue because he threw his arms around the other man’s waist and dragged him inside, the kiss full of need and passion for the other.

“What the hell are you doing here? How long have you been here?” Mycroft asked as Greg pulled away to breathe. Mycroft was stunned that Greg had actually managed to surprise him.

“I missed you, and I wanted to see you.” Greg said nonchalantly as he sat down on the bed. “Plus, it was worth the trouble of getting an overnight flight on Tuesday just to get here in time to see that look of surprise on your face; it is adorable. I was overdue for a vacation anyway.”

Mycroft shook his head. Greg had managed to keep it a secret for three days? “You continuously manage to surprise me, Detective Inspector.” Mycroft also moved over to the bed, sitting down beside him, his fingers lacing with Greg’s.

“Good thing too, because I have an experiment to perform.” Greg smirked at Mycroft, who immediately tried to shift away. The Inspector tightened his grip on his hand, quickly throwing his weight on top of Mycroft to pin him down on the bed. In a moment, Mycroft was trapped and at Greg’s mercy. The DI raised his eyebrows, shifting slightly as he peered down at his boyfriend. He lightly ran a hand against Mycroft’s sides, already tickling him. But then he stopped abruptly.

“Right then…” Greg began. “For science, properly this time.”

Later, when Mycroft and Greg were getting ready to sleep in the same bed together for the first time, in a bed that absolutely was not familiar to either of them, Mycroft had trouble sleeping. So, he did what he always did when he couldn’t sleep, he talked to his boyfriend. In person, it was a hundred times better than text or a phone call would ever be.

“So, that steak dinner you told me about. Did you actually make it? Because I am quite jealous that I missed out on that one if so.”

Greg laughed and scooted closer to his boyfriend. “I didn’t make it. Had it ordered to the room.” He winked.

Mycroft’s eyes widened. “I thought I smelled a seared steak wafting through the door earlier. Wait – you’re saying you have been next door all this time? How on earth did you manage to go unspotted?”

“Because I know what you’re like, Mycroft Holmes. Based on when you message me, I know exactly what to expect.” Greg moved in to snatch a quick kiss, but Mycroft scoffed and put a finger against the other man’s lips.

“I don’t think you do, Detective Inspector.” Because then Mycroft was on top of Greg, smashing his lips against Greg’s.

In the middle of the night, when Mycroft was snoring softly next to him – god, that was so adorable, thought Greg – Lestrade grabbed up his phone and read through the messages of the day, realizing just how well his plan had worked. And when he noted that he’d missed a message just as Mycroft had thrown open the door, he beamed. He sent a quick glance over at the other man and then leaned over and planted a soft kiss against Mycroft’s forehead.

It was a simple message, but it meant more to Greg than nearly anything they had ever exchanged. After all, times like these were all about the little things.

Greg set his phone aside, the dull glow still showing on the nightstand, and the message still on the screen. He rolled over, curling up close to the man beside him before falling asleep.

On the screen was nothing more than this:

MH: :)

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EXO (OT12) - Reaction to You Being Busier Than Them

As requested. I hope you like it. :)

This man would be the cutest thing to come home to after being super busy all day. His adorable smile would greet you when you entered through the door. “Yay, my Jagiya is home!” He would wrap his arms around you and then give you a sweet kiss.

He would play it off like he didn’t miss seeing you but then he would make sure to show how much he wanted to be with you by giving you kisses and keeping his arms around you. “I’m glad we can finally have some time alone together.”

Kris (Yifan):
This cool guy would be super affectionate. “Baobei, I missed you!” He would wrap his arms around your waist and place his head on your shoulder when you were doing things around the house so he wasn’t wasting any minute with you.

You would come home to a bouquet that Jun bought hoping to surprise you after a long day at work. He would want to smother you in kisses and hugs because you haven’t been able to spend much time together lately.

Seeing as how this boy has one of the busiest schedules of them all, he would completely understand that your free time is important. He would be sure to treat you like his princess whenever he could. “Do you want anything Baobei? I can give you a massage.”

When you were finally home for the day Baek would wrap you tightly in his arms. “You are all mine now Jagi.” You would giggle and he would kiss you. “Just stay here with me okay, you aren’t allowed to leave.” He would nuzzle his head on your shoulder like the adorable puppy he is.

You would hear plenty of “Wae!!!” from Dae when he would ask if you were free for a date and you couldn’t go. “Ahh Jagi, I just want to have one night out with you!” He would still be super cute and loving when you got home. “I’m happy as long as I can be with you, we don’t have to go out,” he would say holding you in his embrace with a giant smile.

Yeollie would be super cute and clingy when he got to spend time with you. He would always be sure to cuddle and give you lots of love. “I love it when you are here with me.” Giant bear hugs would greet you when you get home along with soft kisses.

This boy is a total softy at heart. He would be fine just being able to hold you in his arms when you were done with everything for the day. “I want to hear all about your day,” he would say after giving you a kiss on the forehead. And if you were going to be out late he would make sure there was food for you when you came home.

Tao would be like a giddy little girl when you were finally free to spend time with him. “Baobei I missed you like crazy.” *cue adorable Tao giggles directed at your presence*

Nini spends a lot of extra time practicing dancing compared to the others so he misses being able to spend his free time with you. He would be all pouty if you had to cancel out on plans but also amazingly loving when he finally had you to himself. “I really want to spend more time with my girl,” he would pull you close and give you a quick peck on the lips.

This big baby would also be cranky because he couldn’t spend a ton of time with you. He would rest his head on your shoulder and start doing aegyo. “Jagi, aren’t I cute. Doesn’t it make you want to skip out on your meeting for once?”

Hurricane - Captain Swan - Song Fic - One Shot

A/N: I have been having a lot of fun writing in the Captain Swan fandom and once I heard the song Hurricane by Luke Combs I knew I had to write a fic based on the song. It has quickly become one of my favorite songs.

In case you missed it in the tags and in the summary, this is an Alternate Universe fic where Killian has both of his hands rather than a hook.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the creators of Once Upon A Time. The title of the fic and any references to the lyrics of the song belong to Luke Combs and the writers of the song Hurricane.

If you enjoy this, please consider leaving a review. The nice ones make me smile! :)

Love always,

This was the last place he expected her pretty blonde head to come bouncing into in all of Connecticut. After they had split, there was an unspoken agreement between the two. He stayed on his side of town and she stayed on hers. Both sets of friends knew where that invisible line was and tried their hardest to keep from crossing it.

However, that night, fate intervened.

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anonymous asked:

A little while back when you drew that SHAMELESS STANGST you mentioned you were working on an AU. Can you tell us about it?

(the ‘shameless stangst’ art in question is this)

aaAAAA I’m so glad you asked!! It makes me so happy that at least one person in this world is interested in my silly ideas, ahahah… First off, I would like to apologize for how long it’s taken to respond. I really wanted to sketchily illustrate a scene from this story I’ve got caught in my mind…

Overall, this AU is my excuse to imagine what might happen and how dynamics and events would change if Weirdmageddon were to come too early. (Specifically, if it happened almost directly after NWHS.)

Generally, it begins like so… (More thoughts under cut. Buckle in, it gets long.)

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We’re never getting back together

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Featuring: Clary

Words: 1637

Warning: angst

Tag: @stormblastfanfiction

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by harry-daddario

Those past weeks had been the worst days in a long time. You were still trying to figure out why he broke up with you when everything seemed to be going good between the two of you. Obviously you were utterly wrong. Alec Lightwood broke your heart with tears in his eyes, claiming it was for the best and to protect you. You knew the truth, or you thought you knew since no one had told you anything and you didn’t contact anyone either. He was just worried. You being a mundane didn’t have the strength a Shadowhunter had and being his girlfriend made you an easy target.

Solution? Break up with you. No girlfriend, no target. And of course his mother would be happy at least since she had never approved you as her son’s girlfriend. For her, he should be with a Shadowhunter, with a name, with power. Not with some insignificant mundane.

It had been three weeks since he left you. You spent those 21 days crying every night until you fell asleep, faking a smile in front of your family and friends, making them believe you were alright when you were actually falling apart on the inside. Only your best friend, Martha, knew you weren’t actually ok and was trying her best to cheer you up. She had been a great support and it was actually her who convinced you to go back to the Institute. You had left a few things there, at his room, and didn’t have the courage to go and get them. You knew you could just talk to Izzy and she would give you your stuff, but anything related to him made your eyes fill with tears.

But there you were, across the street from the Institute, looking at the old building you could still see even when other regular people couldn’t. Alec had asked Magnus Bane to put a spell on you so you would be able to see the shadoworld, so if there was any danger around you would be able to see it.

“All I see is an old church falling apart”, Martha said next to you.

Being your best friend she knew everything about the secret world around you. When you met Alec you had to tell someone and you knew you could trust her, but since she didn’t have that spell on her, all the secrets were still hidden to her. You let out a sad chuckle and looked at her.

“I know”, you told her. “I wish you could see it”, you added with a sigh before looking back at the Institute.

“Maybe he’s not home”, Martha suggested.

“He is”, you stated. Believing he wasn’t there would have been perfect but something told you he was in there. “Will you wait here?” You asked looking at your best friend.

“Of course”, she smiled trying to encourage you.

With a nod you gave her a quick hug and looked both sides of the street before crossing it, towards the Institute, as fast as you could. You could feel the exact moment when you crossed the magic barrier and you knew Martha couldn’t see you anymore but if you looked back she was just there. Anyhow…you were on your own.

Biting your lip, you knocked on the door knowing someone would open since you would be appearing on the screens since the moment you were crossing the street. Usually, they wouldn’t let you in but everyone in there knew you already.

“(Y/N)!” Clary exclaimed when she opened the door. “What…what are you doing here? How are you?”  She asked as she let you walk in.

“Hi, I…  I came to pick up a few things”, you said looking at her, not really in the mood to let her know how you actually were. She seemed to understand since she bite lip and nodded slowly. “Is he here?” You asked.

“Yeah, I think he’s in his room”, she informed you.

You nodded just once and made your way towards his room, feeling bad bot being so rude to her but you just couldn’t help it. You loved this life and you missed every part of it too much to be nice. All you wanted to do was getting your things and leave as fast as possible.

Finally you were standing in front of his room where you had been so many times during the past 8 months and you didn’t know what to do. Knocking seemed to hard but standing there wasn’t an option, so you took a deep breath and knocked a couple of times. You wish it took him more time to open but you didn’t have to wait much to see those piercing eyes looking straight at you in surprise, taking your breath and words away and making your heart race like it had always done.

“(Y/N)…” he said like he was seeing a ghost.

“Hi”, you whispered back not being to look away from his eyes.

“Come…come in”, he muttered stepping back so you walk in the room.

When you did, you looked around just to see that everything was exactly the same. Except him. You couldn’t help but notice he didn’t look, there was a sadness in his eyes that wasn’t there before, there was a weakness all around him you had never seen. It was odd and painful to see him like that.

“I came to pick up my stuff”, you said still not looking at him.

“Oh…yeah…” he mumbled, still too surprised by your sudden apparition to react normally.

Slowly, he walked to the wardrobe and took a few pieces of clothing. A couple of t-shirts, a hoodie and some underwear. Then he went to the bathroom and came back with a facial cream you always used when you woke up. Without saying a word you took everything from his arms and put it into the bag you were using. Could this be more awkward?

Of course it would.

You were supposed to take your things and leave, without any other words but still there you were, standing like an idiot in front of him, not being able to force yourself to move and you couldn’t understand why.

“Well…” he started talking which you took as a cue.

“I gotta go”, you interrupted him.

You knew it would be worse if you let him talk so you just wanted to get out of there. Quickly, you walked to the door but when you put your hand on the knob, you were stopped by his voice again.

“I miss you”, he just said, but it was enough for your eyes to be filled with tears. “And… I know you’re hurting”, he added. What a way to make it harder.

“I miss you too” you mumbled looking down at your hand.

Eventually, you turned around. Not because you were ready to face him but because you felt this uncontrollably urge to see his eyes. Why did he look so sad and broken if he was the one who decided to break up? He should be ok with it.

“I’m sorry” he said taking a step towards you but you took a step back.

“Do you still think this is the best for us?” You asked looking up at him.

It took him a while to answer your question. Like there was a real battle within himself, between what he wanted and what he thought was best for you. Sadly, he ended up nodding his head. Was it possible to break an already broken heart? Apparently, it was.

“Then don’t be sorry. You caused this”, you shrugged.

“I just want you to be safe” he replied weakly.

“When are you going to understand that the safest place for me is wherever you are?” You asked like you did three weeks ago. “Maybe I’m not your girlfriend anymore but your enemies, the Shadowhunters’ enemies know who I am and know what I mean to Clary, Izzy and Jace. I’m still a target Alec so basically you have lost me for nothing. The danger is still there”

By the look on his face it was obvious that it was the first time he saw it like that. Of course you were still in danger. You had bonds with the people in the Institute and it wasn’t a secret anymore. They had already saved you so many times and you had been seen with Alec so many times that every not mundane in New York knew who you are and how important you were to them. Especially to Alec.

“Damn…” he mumbled running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Ok, you’re staying here”, he commanded but it made you laugh. A cold, short laugh.

“I’m sorry?” You asked in disbelief.

“You’re right, you’re still in danger and I can only protect you here”, he shrugged.

“Are you listening to yourself Alec?” You asked with a frown. “I… I can’t be in the same place as you are…not like this” you said shaking your head.

“Then take me back, please”, he said taking a step towards you again but you shook your head.

“This is not the way and you know it. I… I can’t do it right now. I don’t know if I will be able to do it ever again”, you told him as you opened the door of his room. You needed to get out of there.

“What are you saying?” He asked with a big frown, that frown that you always loved to rub or kiss away.

“That we are never getting back together…at least not like this”, you told him before exiting the room.

By the time you left the Institute you were a complete mess again after doing the most difficult thing in the last weeks. Saying no.

Sokai Shipper Riku

I’m laughing so hard because imagine Riku finally hitting a snapping point in Kingdom Hearts 3 and constantly trying to set up these perfect moments for either Sora or Kairi to make a move, and every gosh dang time he gets thwarted, or one of them misses their window to act.
Then, one day, Donald and Goofy and Riku are getting ready to head out on a mission, but they can’t find Sora and Kairi. They look around the Gummi, and eventually find the two in an intense lip lock. Cue Donald and Goofy:
Riku grabs both of their mouths fast as a whip to shut them up. Because his OTP just went canon before his eyes, and he’s not about to let the Mickey Mouse wannabes ruin it for him. However, Sora and Kairi do get distracted when they hear Riku whisper in an incredibly dark and threatening voice:
I swear to Kingdom Hearts, if you finish that gawrsh, I will make sure it’s the last thing you ever say.

Sirius x reader

Summary: An imagine where the reader is an extremely powerful witch and Voldemort is trying to find her and get her to join him, so Dumbledore sends her into hiding meaning that she can’t go on Order missions and is basically a prisoner in the safe house and her boyfriend Sirius comforts her.
(Flashback in italics).

Y/N=Your name
Y/L/N=Your last name
Y/N/N=Your nickname

Readers POV

I was sat in the safe house, alone, feeling completely useless. I hated this, I hated the fact that my friends were out there fighting against Voldemort and his followers and I was just stuck here. 

You see apparently Voldemort is searching for powerful witches and wizards to fight alongside him; apparently I was one of the powerful witches that he was hunting, which meant that I had to leave the Order Of the Phoenix and going into hiding. The safe house that Dumbledore sent me to was in the middle of nowhere, there was no one to talk to and I wasn’t allowed to leave the house; I was basically a prisoner, all I could do was wait for the war to be over…which at this moment wasn’t looking like it was going to happen any time soon. Before I left the Order there were rumours about people disappearing and more Muggles were getting killed with every day that seemed to pass…

I’d just got back from a mission, it wasn’t anything too hard , just protecting a group of Muggles that had been targeted. I walked into the house that I shared with my boyfriend, Sirius (yes the Sirius Black).

“Y/N, love, thank goodness you’re back” Sirius said as he pulled me into a tight embrace, I smiled hugging him back. When we released each other from the embrace Sirius looked at me; with a sad look in his eye.

“There’s someone here to see you, love” he whispered, his eyes now looking at the floor as he walked into the living room of our house. I followed him, to see that Dumbledore was sitting on our sofa, his eyes instantly meeting mine.

“Ah Miss Y/L/N, how was your mission?” he asked standing up and walking over to me.

“It was fine, no one died so that’s a good thing” I replied, trying to lighten the mood in the room. Dumbledore just nodded and Sirius was just staring at the ground.

“What’s happened?” I asked, knowing that something wasn’t right. At that moment I heard Sirius let out a big sigh but his eyes remained fixed on the floor.

“You’re a very powerful witch Y/N..” Dumbledore began “which means that you’re being hunted.” He continued.

“Hunted?” I asked confused “Why am I being hunted because of that?” I questioned looking between Sirius and Dumbledore.

“Because, Voldemort needs powerful witches and wizards with him, he thinks that you are someone who would side with him.” Dumbledore said. His words hit me like a ton of bricks…was he basically saying that I wasn’t a loyal member to the Order…did he really think that I would betray them..

“It’s okay,love” Sirius started, as he grabbed one of my hands, intertwining our fingers “we know you’re not a  traitor” he finished.

“I believe that it is for the best if you go into hiding Y/N, that way you will be safe.” Dumbledore explained in a soft voice, but as he said those words all I felt was rage begin to boil in my veins.

“What?” I asked in an annoyed tone “ I can’t just go into hiding, there are people who need me! People…innocent people who I have to protect” I snapped. And it’s then that I felt Sirius’ hand squeeze mine, hoping that it would calm me down.

“Y/N, baby, you need to do this, please I’m begging you,” he pleaded tears beginning to fill his eyes.

“I can’t just leave you guys, I can’t just leave the Order, what about the people I’m meant to protect” I said my voice calmer than it previously was.

“Y/N/N, you can’t protect anyone if you’re dead….” Sirius stated “And if you died…if you died I would lose my mind…please, do this for me..” Sirius said as a few tears spilled from his eyes.  I wasn’t happy about it, but reluctantly I agreed to go.
End of flashback

That evening
I was sat watching the fire burn, there was something extremely calming about watching the flames dance in the fireplace. I just sat there thinking about what was going to happen…I mean what if Voldemort did win the war…what would happen to my friends at the Order…what would happen to Sirius…
As if on cue, Sirius appeared standing in front of me. I jumped into his arms, holding him tight.

“I missed you so much, Princess” he whispered as held me in his arms. At his words I began to feel tears roll down my cheeks.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I’m here” he said stroking my hair to calm me down.
A few minutes passed until we were both sat by the fire, talking. Just talking. I missed that, talking to him, he would only be able to come round a few times a month because of missions with the Order and the fact that he had to be discreet. After a while we began to talk about the Order, things seemed worse than they did before and I found out that my friend Marlene was dead…along with countless other people I knew….people that I loved….

“God, I hate this” I sighed running a hand through my hair.

“I know you do, love” Sirius said before he kissed my cheek.

“I just…I feel so useless Sirius, I just want to help but instead I’m stuck here like some prisoner…I’m going  insane!” I said in a frustrated tone.

Sirius held me tight “You’re not useless baby,” he said stroking my arm comfortingly “but I can understand how frustrating it must be…”

“What if something happens Sirius…what if something happens to Remus, or James or Lily….or you..?” I asked looking up at his eyes. He kissed me lovingly on the lips.

“Baby girl nothing is going to happen to any of us…we’re all gonna grow old and have families….we’ll all send our kids to Hogwarts and they’ll be the best pranksters of their generation” Sirius started kissing me again “We’ll have our own family, they’ll be smart and brave and kind like you and they’ll be troublesome and funny and beautiful like me” he chuckled and I couldn’t help but laugh.
We continued to talk for a few more hours and then my eyes began to get heavy, the last thing I remember before sleep consumed me is Sirius carrying me up to bed, lying down next to me, cuddling me and whispering “We’re all gonna get through this baby girl, we’ll win, somehow, I promise.”

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Tbh everyone is like : rebel Matt or matt looking like he’s 24\7 on a external crisis but guys what about happy matt .

Like matt after separated from shiro he’s technically “ I’ll pay you guys if you can throw me in a black hole ” and at the same time “ you bastards are not going to catch me die here ” and do he manages to escape Nemo style and he ends up on some unclaimed habitable planet that looks like a dump from afar but actually is worth something. And so the planet is entirely nocturnal and somewhat earthish and so at night is where all the aliens appear . And at first Matt ends up changing his name when they because he’s scared that they might attack his family but ends up living there not as a prisoner but as a guest and so he misses home but doesn’t really have any clue where the fuck to start so he’s making ideas and plans on leaving and how he will leave and at the same time is living normally and everyone loves him because he is a great storyteller (it’s Disney movies whatever Disney movies he’s watched he tells it to them )

And cue present time but with Voltrons perspective : they save a bunch of aliens and they are on the healing pods and one night Lance decides to like get a midnight snack and he hears fucking hakuna matata and Lance wakes everyone up and when they go to check on the aliens they are like talking and when they see pidge they are like laughing because they thought Matt drank a de-aging potion . And when they realise it’s not matt but pidge everyone is confused. And when they go through shiros memory of matt it’s not how they remember last seeing him and when an alien thinks of the last memory of Matt it’s him doing the conga with other aliens and making a drink and he looks like he’s on vacation and sHIRO LOOSES IT

Okay but honestly I have this fic idea where Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat an akuma during school hours and run back to the school and detransform. But Adrien just does a quick look and turns from Chat Noir into Adrien and hops the fuck out of his hiding place, only to realize fuck he’d been seen.

By Marinette.

Marinette accidentally caught sight of Chat Noir turning back into Adrien. So she’s panicking. And Adrien is panicking. And he’s begging her not to tell anyone because it would ruin his secret identity, not the mention “oh my god, Ladybug will be so mad at me.” And the poor cinnamon roll doesn’t want to make his partner mad and he also doesn’t want his secret revealed. So there’s just panic all around.

Meanwhile Marinette is panicking because she can’t connect the dots between Adrien and Chat Noir being the same person, and this really isn’t happening. And instead of being like, “Oh, Adrien, it’s alright. It’s okay. I’m actually Ladybug so it’s all cool.” Instead, it’s just “Marinette.exe has stopped working.”

And Adrien finally stops screaming and Marinette is still internally screaming, and Adrien just kind of cocks his head and goes, “Uhm, Marinette? Can you… Marinette?” And Marinette is just frozen, eyes wide and staring at her partner, STILL NOT SAYING ANYTHING.

Finally Plagg comes out of hiding and flies around in Marinette’s face, which really breaks through to her. Because she could pretend she didn’t see Adrien become Chat Noir all she wants, but now a cat kwami is flying in her fucking face and the cat is really out of the bag now. And Plagg’s just casually commenting on the situation like, “You fucked up, kid” and “Oh, Ladybug is gonna be so mad at you.” And Marinette finally snaps out of it and is like, “No, she’s not.” And Adrien looks at her with those sad puppy dog eyes and just whispers lowly like, “Well, she won’t if you don’t tell anyone.”

And what can she do? So Marinette nods and nods and nods like a bobble head and the awkward nerds finally reach a consensus where they agree to keep Adrien’s secret identity a.. secret. And not tell Ladybug. And after Adrien leaves, Marinette freaks the fuck out with Tikki about it, and realizes that oh shit she didn’t tell Adrien her secret identity which would probably be a good idea. But she missed on an opportunity and now, well crap, might as well see where this goes.

But now, oh now, Adrien has someone who KNOWS. Chat Noir unlocked a part of himself he doesn’t normally get to show off in public, and now he can share that other part of himself with Marinette, a friend of his. Cue the Marichat scenes of happy sunshine child taking angsty storm child who forgot to tell her partner her secret on tours of Paris at night time, and showing off his cool tricks, and letting the puns fly because he needs to PRACTICE these before he tells LADYBUG. Maybe they have midnight talks on the Eiffel Tower or maybe they have hot cocoa and little late night picnics on Marinette’s balcony.

I’m just really digging the “Marinette finds out that Adrien is Chat Noir, and Adrien knows that Marinette knows, but he doesn’t know Marinette is Ladybug” trope. And that just makes this all 1000x better.