but this was my favorite shot of him from the whole movie so

A Most Important Scene From Voltron Season 3

So… there’s something about this entire scene that’s had me pondering it all morning. Now, despite my writing tendencies or even which characters I would like to see together, most people who know me understand that while I write and post certain things, how I actually view the canon is separate. Like, I don’t watch Voltron for shipping and what characters do and don’t end up together is not why I’m into it. I’m very realistic about potential ships and do my best not to let shipping goggles cloud my judgement. After all, I may like to create, but I also analyze. And anyone worth their socks in literary/media analysis knows that it’s about looking at what you’re given and not what you want to see (what we want to see gets into headcanon/prediction territory, which can be backed by analysis, but they aren’t the same thing). In other words, me fangirling about a ship and me looking critically at a piece of media are two very separate things. 

Therefore, this scene has left me in rather a… curious sort of hesitance? Because I find it hard to believe that I’m coming to the conclusions that I am? 

First and foremost, I’m glad that Lance and Keith are working together better and trusting one another enough to go to the other about their problems. I don’t care who you ship with who, it’s good character development for them when we look back at where they started and does nothing but help the team. Keith admitted his faults to Lance when he pushed the team too hard and Lance went to Keith when he was insecure. These are not small steps for these boys and I’m glad they’re finally becoming better friends. And that’s honestly all I thought I was going to take away from this season, if I even got that far. 

Until I saw this part of this scene specifically (I’ma use this screenshot a lot, lol) -

 - First of all, I want to look at how these frames with Keith are laid out. Keith is in the center of the frame the whole time, his posture is open, his expression is friendly, his smile is sincere. He is lacking in weapons or anything typically considered threatening. But what is probably most important is that we’re not just seeing Keith from Lance’s point of view, we’re seeing him through Lance’s eyes.  

There is a difference. For example, in these scenes - 

- we’re seeing Allura from Lance’s POV, but not through his own eyes. This is a very common type of shot when two people are having a conversation or even when multiple people are in the room. It’s like getting a third person description of what’s happening with weight on a certain character’s perspective. Sometimes it’s not even that far and it’s just convenient to look over this character’s shoulder. Versus when we get a more first person perspective when we see a character through another character’s eyes.  

We also get shots like this in this same scene - 

- This shot comes in concurrence with the one previously and can still be considered as coming from Lance’s perspective. So what’s the difference between this shot and the one of Keith? This shot is up close–it’s focused on Allura’s expression and what she’s saying. She’s also not completely centered, but balanced in the frame for the viewer, not Lance’s perspective. Lance is listening to her, not admiring her in any way, shape, or form. In fact, despite Lance’s general attempts at constantly flirting with Allura, he is not looking at her at all in this scene as a potential romantic interest. This entire scene is focused on what they’re saying and what that means. Not any kind of attraction between them. 

Which is what struck me as so odd about the way we see Keith through Lance’s eyes in episode 6. When a character is being admired by another character, getting a shot through their eyes of their subject from the waist up, or thighs up, or knees up, etc, is a very common way of displaying that admiration in a visual sense. It’s already clear from this scene that Lance views Keith as the new leader - 

- So even if Lance takes issue with some of the things Keith does, he–at the very least–begrudgingly accepts Keith’s position and is doing everything in his power to support him (as most of season 3 is evidence of). Which is why these frames - 

- took me so far aback. Honestly, I was much more expecting this kind of scene to be displayed from Lance’s eyes when his and Allura’s development took place. I even went back during their critical conversation to look for it. But there isn’t anything similar. Lance clearly respects Allura, but he didn’t “waver” in looking at her so as to imply a different kind of admiration. 

Another character that gets this treatment a lot? Shiro. Shiro is their leader. Shiro is their security. Shiro is oftentimes framed in this manner when the other paladins are listening to him. But usually it’s a group shot, and even if there are scenes with him and one other (maybe with Keith? I’m not going back to watch the whole series), his body language and expression are not so soft. There could probably be some shots of Shiro looking less severe when he speaks to Keith, but I never remember being this struck by a scene with Shiro that didn’t feel like anything more that admiration because he’s their leader and/or idol and/or older brother figure (this goes for Pidge as much as Keith). Just as I’ve never seen anything to blatantly support Klance before. Like, I’m not playing favorites here.  

The point I’m trying to make is that, in seeing Keith through Lance’s eyes in this scene, we’re gleaning a LOT about how Lance views Keith. Not only is he listening to Keith, but we’re seeing Keith as more than just a face with words. It would have been easy to frame this scene like this -  

- I mean, even this is still… But the point is, there were a lot of ways to frame this that didn’t have Lance giving Keith that “admiring” look that is oftentimes used in movies and animation. At this point, Keith is the center of Lance’s entire focus. The rest of the room is bare, Keith is what stands out most. But it’s not just his words or what he’s saying, it’s his entire person. It’s his body, his words, his posture, where he’s standing in the room. 

And then we get to his expression. This is so important. They could have given Keith more attitude, they could have had him lean back on one leg and cross his arms. They could have done LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE to suggest that Lance was merely admiring Keith as a leader and friend, but they didn’t. They kept his posture open. They kept him still and centered in the frame. And they gave him the softest mother fucking smile that Keith has probably displayed in the entire goddamn show. And I don’t mean to say that he hasn’t given those small, soft smiles, because he has, but this one has teeth and is still soft. EVERYTHING about this frame is soft. 

And this is HOW LANCE is seeing Keith. We have the distance from where Lance is standing in the doorway to Keith to support this, as well as how he looks following, which implies that we were seeing Keith through him - 

- He’s looking over his shoulder, continuing the line of sight we the viewers were just privy to. And he reflects the same softness he has just seen in Keith. 

For fucks sake, all we need is an edit of that frame of Keith with a soft white background and some sparkles and we’re all fucking set! This frame - 

- was coded to be romantic. This is Lance not only admiring Keith, but seeing him in a “different” light. I mean, look at Keith’s hair for crying- UGH! Just add some wind and a few flower petals and- just- HOLY FUCK, LANCE! OGLE HIM SOME MORE WHY DON’T YOU! I don’t know if Keith is really this beautiful or not BUT YOU’RE DOING A GOOD JOB OF MAKING IT SEEM LIKE HE’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURE YOU’VE EVER SEEN, LANCE!

Seriously, this is probably one of the most sincerely romantic frames we’ve gotten in the entire series. It’s also quite bittersweet. And, like, even if Lance isn’t aware that he’s looking at Keith like this, we are! We’re literally watching Lance form feelings for Keith through his own goddamn eyes. Ugh, gag me. 

I am disgusted. 

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

cocked & loaded [dwayne johnson/vin diesel]

okay, so if i were to write the academy award-winning and world peace-establishing screenplay where Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson and Vin Diesel slowly fall in love, this is what it would look like:

  • vin and dwayne would be bitter Rival Agents for an intelligence agency. both would be up for a Big Promotion.  they would both be working together (but against each other) on something something black market mafia.  the mafia would be involved.  they would be VERY CLOSE to cracking this case.  
  • whoever cracks the case gets the promotion! because things like this are always very clear-cut in movies.  and whoever gets the promotion is the Better Agent, and it’s settled forever.
  • what they don’t expect is when they finally go in to make the Big Bust on The Family is that the Big Players will still be at large–and there will be a BABY.  
  • the baby will fall into agency custody, and will require surveillance in a remote safehouse.
  • “i need YOU TWO to pretend and be this baby’s GAY DADS to protect the baby and keep The Family off our tail while we close in on them,” says Head Intelligence Captain Lupita Nyong’o.  
  • dwayne and vin and baby are begrudgingly moved to a suburb of provincetown, massachusetts. cut to shot of a FOR SALE sign being pulled down, a ford fusion hybrid pulling up behind a moving van.  dwayne and vin step out.  they are both wearing muscle shirts and mirror-lensed aviators.  dwayne grabs a baby bag, throws it over his shoulder.  vin grabs the car seat out of the back, and both of them walk-slow motion up the side walk to their new 800k beach house.  
  • here’s what they expect: passive aggressive co-existence for a couple of weeks, where they try to be the Better Dad in a bid for the promotion they both want.  dwayne will go jogging with the baby every morning!! vin will wear her in a sling when he goes to the farmer’s market and smiles at the vendors while feeling up avocados and selecting fresh caught filets of fish!! 
  • here’s what they don’t expect: their next door neighbors are going to be Channing Tatum and Idris Elba and their five beautiful, interracial babies.  they are the perfect Gay Family, but “also,” dwayne says, pushing vin inside from where he’s been grilling steaks and drinking MILLER out of a CAN in broad daylight for the Real Gay Family to see and call over from their patio!!! “these guys are the REAL DEAL.  they’re gonna know something’s up!  i know we’ve had our beef, but we gotta step our game up and work together if we’re gonna make this operation work.”  
  • “you’re right,” vin says.  he’s nodding, looking at a ground, but then up and meeting dwayne’s gaze. “you’re RIGHT.” they’re gonna make this partnership work!!! they are going to be the BEST GAY DADS.
    • CUT TO: vin and dwayne staring at the king sized mattress in the master bedroom.  “i can just–” vin says, but dwayne grabs him by the shoulder and shakes it playfully.  “no man,” he says. “it’s all in or nothing.” 
    • CUT TO: them jogging together with baby playfully squealing from her stroller early in the morning.  
    • CUT TO: vin playfully feeding dwayne grapes at the farmer’s market.  “it’s all or nothing,” he repeats, raising his eyebrows (???? eyebrow folds? idk man). dwayne rolls his eyes and TAKES THE BITE.  
  • CUT TO: channing tatum in monogrammed shorts and pink polo and boat shoes on their front door step with one of his many perfect, precious toddlers on his shoulders, asking them to dinner.  “uh yeah,” dwayne says, cool as a cucumber. he’s not freaking out (he’s totally freaking out!!).  “we’ll bring the wine.”
  • “we’ll bring the wine?” vin repeats, in a hushed voice so the neighbors and baby don’t hear them fighting. “do you know anything about wine? they probably have a second house in france!  i haven’t had anything that didn’t come from a box since–since ever! what were you thinking?” “i panicked!  it seemed like the right thing to say!” 
    • TIRES SCREECH as the ford focus hybrid drifts into the whole foods parking lot.  
  • they show up out of breath, foreheads glistening, with baby in her favorite babybjorn, feet kicking from the day’s excitement of wine shopping.  vin, wheezing, passes a bottle of red and a bottle of white.
    • “oh, a chateau coutet barsac,” idris says with a chuckle, showing the label to channing. “remember that time–?” and oh my GOD, they have inside jokes!! 
    • (”we don’t have any inside jokes!!” dwayne whispers when they immediately excuse themselves halfway through a tour of the house. “that’s because you are the least funny person i know!” vin replies. “god, i hate you!!!” they both probably hiss at each other.)
  • the worst and best part of the night is when they’re serving the roast veg salad, and channing says with the best intentions, “so, how did you two meet?”
    • “uh,” vin says.
    • “the gym,” dwayne says. which, actually turns out to be true.  they look at each other, smile soft and genuine for once at each other, REMEMBERING. before they were BITTER RIVALS, they met at the academy gym and were GYM BUDDIES.  they used to have FUN trying to beat each other’s PR on the treadmill, they used to LOVE shit talking each other when they spotted each other bench pressing, they used to snap towels at each other’s asses in the locker room and totally not check each other out or anything!!! and then they were both accepted to the same position at work and they stopped being friendly for whatever reason.  they stop smiling, they look away from each other.  “anyway.”
    • “we met building houses for habitat for humanity,” idris offers, because of COURSE THEY DID.
  • the second worst part of the night is when channing mentions during the dessert course that two weeks from now is the annual May Day Homeowner’s Neighborhood Block Party Crab Cookoff, and maybe dwayne and vin would like to host to get to know everyone else in the neighborhood! 
  • vin has had like, three more glasses of wine than everyone else, and with aid of liquid confidence, shrugs his shoulders and leans back in his chair and says, “yeah, man, we’d love to.”
    • “’yeah, man, we’d love to?’” dwayne repeats when they’re walking home, baby asleep in her bjorn. 
    • “sorry, did you want me to give ourselves away? what happened to being the best? we’re trying to be believable!” 
    • “yeah,” dwayne says, watching vin strip off his shirt and pants and toss them over his shoulder into their spare hamper before crawling into their bed.  it’s routine.  they both have their sides of the bed.  “believable.”
    • the bedroom is quiet as they face away from each other at the edges of the mattress.  eventually dwayne asks, “do you remember why we stopped being friends?”
    • for a second he thinks maybe vin’s gone to sleep.  but he turns over.  “no,” he says.  “or yeah, maybe. as soon as i realized we would both be seeing action, it became too much of a risk.  friendship.  it was easier to lose you as a friend on my terms than lose you as a friend because you got your dumbass killed.”
    • they decide to be friends again.  you know, for the baby.  for work. whatever.  
  • they get so caught up in planning the May Day Homeowner’s Neighborhood Block Party Crab Cookoff, making inside jokes and ignoring the increasing casual physical intimacy between them that they don’t realize they are BEING WATCHED.
  • the mafia is HERE and they want their BABY and they want dwayne and vin DEAD.  
  • the M.D.H.N.B.P.C.C happens and everything is going according to plan, and they are about to have dwayne judge the bisque portion of the competition, but no one has seen dwayne anywhere!!!!
  • are there warehouses in provincetown??? is there a bad part of provincetown??? anyways, that’s probably where the mafia took dwayne.  vin is FREAKING OUT, how does he save dwayne??? how does he protect the baby, who they are using dwayne as ransom for??? who will judge the bisque portion of the crab cookoff???
  • idris puts a hand on his shoulder.  he’s been watching the entire time.  “i’ll take the baby into our panic room–” OF COURSE THEY HAVE A PANIC ROOM, “and channing will judge the bisque portion of the crab cookofff.  you go save your man.”
  • CUT TO: vin getting geared up to go out and kick some mafia ass, entering their walk-in closet and grabbing GUNS and a BULLET PROOF VEST and lacing up his L.L BEAN MEN’S GORETEX LEATHER BOOTS.  
  • vin takes out the entire warehouse-or-whatever of mafia lackeys and comes across dwayne tied up and blindfolded.
  • “who’s there!” dwayne demands, like he’s ready to fight despite himself.  vin takes three strong steps forward and grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him in for a kiss.  “guess who,” he replies.  dwayne smiles.
  • just then the Final Boss shows up as dwayne is being untied and like, something dramatic happens or whatever, but it’s okay.  they die or go to jail or something, it doesn’t really matter, because dwayne and vin are in LOVE and they’re gonna adopt the hell out of that baby.
  • CUT TO: a month later.  Head Intelligence Captain Lupita Nyong’o is disappointed when vin won’t accept his promotion.  
  • “i would,” he says, heavily decorated for saving dwayne in the field and taking down the mafia family.  “but the code of conduct says that it would be a conflict of interest if i was my husband’s supervisor.” BAM! THE END.  THEY’RE MARRIED.  WORLD PEACE UNLOCKED.   DONALD TRUMP IMPEACHED.  EVERYONE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
vernon; the boy next door (m)

genre/warnings: fluff/romance/smut, flangst, adorkableness, use of non-penetrative sex toys, (not so) dry humping

word count:  14737

feat: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan + various 

prompts: roommate!Vernon, silliness, cuddles, mac n’cheese = love 

(a/n) my birthday project for my muse. thank you for everything vern:) and kisses for @vernkn​ who gifed my soft sweater vernon aesthetic. enjoy!

She loved Joshua Hong.

When she was so graciously offered to live in her aunt’s vacation penthouse close to her university of choice, the only catch was that she had to pay some of the bills. Completely fair, because it was a kind enough gesture to give away a freshly furnished space to a niece you barely talked to. Luckily, there was enough room for another guest, enough to split the rent.

So in comes the savior of her life, brother from another mother, Joshua Hong, decked out in sandy beige Sperry’s and ironed white jeans. Fresh from South California, he wore their sunshine on his smile, and their attitude in his Cheshire eyes. He was attending the same university as well, and was conveniently looking for a means to stay. Needless to say, she pounced on him at orientation before he could ask anyone else.

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On Camera

Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.

I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!

Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.


Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.

Showering every morning, brushing his teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day without fail, the list went on. Little things.

One of his many routines was to live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?

New videos went up on Wednesdays, but the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too lazy to straighten his bedhead.

And they would always ask him to go bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was obliged to do.

So when he woke up late one Sunday with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let it get in the way of his routine.

He discovered a note from Keith on the kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You don’t even like soup.”

Lance chuckled softly, which quickly led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the stream.

“Hey guys,” he said with a small wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.

The chat was quickly flooded with “HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries about his health.

There were quite a few “Are you okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s personal favorites being “You look like shit.”

He read off the last comment with a short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Nice name.”

After a short pause of him continuing to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”

As the viewers seemed satisfied with this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of “Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.

“Mullet Boy is running errands,” Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”

Keith and Lance had been sharing an apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.

Eventually, the accidental publicity that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly found adorable.

Numerous people began telling Lance to prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”

Lance read through some of the responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.

“Actually, I got some good news for you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”

Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked. “Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I can even convince Keith to play with us.”

Lance couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiastic response that got.

“I think I’m going to get myself some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea? Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”

Lance almost regretted this comment as a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer screen.

“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”

Lance stood, and was about to start towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused. He knew immediately something was wrong.

His legs felt like jelly, and the room seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t make sense.

Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet him. Everything went dark.


Keith glanced at his phone as he moved around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.

Lance’s channel got some negative feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.

Lance was anything but consistent when it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you name it.

But Lance’s favorite thing to do were collabs.

Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer, had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite assistant.

Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly. For two player games, Lance was ideal.

Allura was an extremely popular beauty channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to. Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.

And Keith… well, the two of them had a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no means regular.

Keith was surprised at how much he had started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.

Without thinking too much of it, Keith swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes snagged on something odd.

Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it. Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live again.

Keith bristled. Lance better not be still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’

But when he looked at all the mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then panic.

“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”

Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to wait for the slow, crowded elevator.

He fumbled to fit his key in the lock and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”

“I’m back,” Keith answered shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez, you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”

“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What? No, Lance, I was saying you have a fever.”

“Because you’re hot and I want s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going, and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because of a fever.

Keith glanced at the computer sitting on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”

“So you finally admitted it,” Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see him grinning up at Keith tiredly.

“I meant your temperature, dumbass. Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”

And with that, he shut off the stream.

Little Dove

Summary: The one where Bucky can’t stop smiling.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1005

A/N: a dad!bucky fic for my beloved blade, to make up for all the angst I’ve written; hope y’all enjoyyyy!

Originally posted by archieaddict

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anonymous asked:

Okay, serious talking now. What would be the worst point in each paladin to attack. We know about Lance's insecurities, but what else? What about the others? I want to read your opinion because you do awsome meta and character analysis.

???????? Wow, thank you ;A; And I’m not sure if I can answer this well for all paladins but I’ll try^^ [tl;dr at the end because this post has gotten really long]


Let’s start with Lance. Lance honestly has many points to attack, which is probably why this fandom is so focused on langst. It’s easy to create content for that because we have so much to work with:

1. his insecurities about his role on the team and in general

I already wrote a lot about it here (and also here a little), desperately trying to figure out how strong these insecurities are but there is no doubt that they exist^^ Surprisingly, they actually seem to be very strong, to the point that fandom only exaggerates them slightly. Lance is just pretty good at hiding them.

2. homesickness

Lance is homesick. Really homesick. He’s homesick to the point that he would leave a party to hang out alone and get lost in his memories:

He is also the one that references his life on Earth the most often. “I missed 14 days for a stomachache in 3rd grade that I never really had”, “That’s the tagline of 6 of my favorite movies” - those are little things, not very important in the overall picture but they prove that he thinks back to his past. 

3. fear of death/unnatural things that are dangerous

Lance isn’t afraid of aliens, that’s not what I mean with it - I’m talking about the episode Crystal Venom where the castle was trying to kill him. Here is an analysis on how deeply that episode really disturbed him. As for his fear of dying - he is the one that has been confronted with death the most of all the paladins (excluding Shiro - but Shiro has lost/repressed lots of his traumatic memories). Here’s proof:

S1E1. He thought Hunk had died in the explosion when they were trying to retrieve the yellow lion. S1E4. The explosion nearly killed him - “you would have died if Hunk and Coran hadn’t gotten a new crystal” (Pidge, S1E6). S1E9. He almost got sucked out of an airlock. S2E2. The snake monster thingy got free of the stone and Lance was in the direct line of fire.

He was the one screaming “we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!!” in S2E5 when they had to hold the lenses for the wormhole maker. Lance is scared of death not despite but because he knows it the best of all of them. He almost died multiple times and he saw his friends almost dying multiple times (the Hunk thingy I included above, when he saved Coran from the explosion, when he thought he had to save Coran in “Crystal Venom”, when Pidge in the cube episode got shot down and didn’t reply to them). Look at his reaction vs the reaction of the other paladins when they thought Allura had died:

They are all shocked and disbelieving, meanwhile Lance:

He’s neither shocked nor disbelieving, he’s just hurt. One of his deepest fears became reality and there is nothing he could do about it.

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Tasty* ~ [1/2]

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Mature - 18+ only
Summary: Reader prepares the last important details of Chris’ thirty-sixth birthday party, but he can only think of one or two ways he’d like to celebrate this day with her.
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: Fluff/Mild smut
Warnings: build up; mentions of sex/innuendos, Chris being a dork and a butt guy, slight food play/kink, make out session and language!
Author’s Note: I know, Chris’ birthday was yesterday (June 13th), but I actually wrote so much that I had to split this into two parts. The actual smut will be in the last part hopefully up tomorrow. Once again, happy birthday to the Dorito and enjoy! xx

    “Dodger, come here,” you whispered and the dog padded out of the kitchen, stopping at your feet. You bent and patted his back as his tail wagged excitedly.

    Staring back at your reflection in the mirror of the foyer, you smoothed out your dress - the same summer dress you’d wear on your first date with Chris three years ago - and you applied your cranberry lip balm. You weaved a hand through your hair, pushed up your breasts and you picked up the breakfast tray you’d left on the entryway table.

    “What do you think? He’s going to like it, right?” You asked Dodger and laughed at how ridiculous you sounded. My God, I’m talking to a dog.

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    anonymous asked:

    headcanon where harrison and jacob love to cockblock tom and his s/o lol

    LMAO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS 

    • lol ok so tom usually loves jacob and harrison with his whole heart 
    • key word: usually
    • the exception is when they like to interfere with your intimate moments with tom
    • it all started out one evening when everyone was gathered at your flat for a movie night
      • everyone meaning: jacob, harrison, and of course tom
    • tom had made his way over to sit by you on the couch, eager to snuggle with you
    • harrison had other plans
    • he saw where tom was headed and immediately shot up from his spot on the opposite couch
    • he hurried to sit directly next you as tom approached the couch 
    • “harrison, what the hell are you doing, mate?”
    • “just getting comfortable” he’d say this with a grin and pat the spot next to him that was still open
      • “i’m a better cuddler anyways, you know this, tom” 
    • “harrison, mooooooove” 
      • *cue tom’s whiny voice*
    • “why don’t you go sit next to jacob? he looks lonely. i’ll keep y/n company”
    • you’d just be watching the exchange, trying not to laugh at the frustrated look on tom’s face  
    • “you idiot, i’m supposed to keep her company” 
    • harrison would just shrug and sink further into the couch, resting an arm behind your head 
    • tom would huff and puff as he made his way to the couch with jacob
    • “TOM!!” 
      • jacob outstretches his arms to welcome tom 
    • “you’re not y/n, jacob, be quiet” 

    • oh gosh and then there was the time you had visited tom on set
    • you met him in his trailer in between scenes when he had a little down time to himself
    • he ushered you in quickly and his lips were already on yours from the moment you stepped into the trailer and after he locked the door 
    • the two of you would be in the middle of a very heated kiss, tom’s hands resting underneath your shirt, impatient to take it off
    • as if on cue, harrison came barging through the door
      • the damn assistant had a key 
    • “hello, my favorite people!” 
    • “harrison, we’re kind of in the middle of something.”
    • “right, sorry, mate” 
    • he’d throw a hand over his eyes dramatically and try and navigate himself to the couch in the middle of the trailer 
    • “hARRISON” 
    • “you may carry on” 
    • you were fighting a giggle while tom was fuming 
    • “HARRISON” 
    • “yes, thomas?”
    • “go find jacob or something and do something” 
    • “excellent idea, tom” 
    • he’d pull out his phone and dial jacob’s number 
      • “hey, jacob! tom invited us to the trailer to hang with him and y/n!!” 
      • tom is literally hitting his head against the trailer wall 
    • let’s not forget when you were accompanying the boys on a press tour 
    • you had rested your head on his shoulder while flying on the private jet with the rest of the sm:h cast and harrison and a few other various crew members 
    • his hand was mindlessly stroking your hair as you drifted in and out of sleep 
    • someone please tell me how this boy got turned on during this flight
    • he woke you up once he was sure everyone else was asleep or completely distracted
    • “darling, wake up”
    • “what, tom????”
    • “can we join the mile high club”
    • you would perk up instantly, amused by his proposal 
    • you’d just nod rapidly in response and the two of you would get up and head for the bathroom near the back of the plane 
    • you thought ya’ll went unnoticed 
    • you two got into the small space and tom hoisted you onto the counter, his body resting between your legs that were spread across the surface
    • your hands would be in his hair as he started to run his fingers over your clothed core 
    • just as you were getting irritated with his teasing, you demanded for him to take off his pants and get a move on with things
    • he took off his pants hurriedly at the moment an impatient knock rattled the door
    • “tommmmmm, i have to pee.” 
    • “hARRISoN, NOT NOW” 
    • “but i really have to pee”
    • “hold it, you ass” 
    • “can you resume fucking y/n after i pee?”
      • if you’ve never seen tom angry with his best friend, now you have
      • harrison was all giggles as you two exited the bathroom a few moments later
      • jacob high fiving harrison in the process 
    • oHMY GOSH THE TIME YA’LL WERE OUT TO DINNER AT A PRETTY FANCY RESTAURANT 
    • to say tom had been aroused by your look that night was an understatement
    • since the two of you left the flat, his hands were on you almost every second
    • especially when you two sat down
    • your dress was short enough for tom to have his hand rest dangerously close to your underwear 
    • when he thought no one was paying attention, he slipped a hand up your dress making you shift in your seat
    • jacob noticed the small gesture but stayed quiet, nudging harrison and shifting his eyes to the two of you, tom’s eyes still lowered 
    • harrison noticed your facial expressions and the lack of one of tom’s hands from its previous position on the restaurant table 
    • jacob “dropped” his fork 
    • “hey, harrison, can you please pick up my fork?”
    • since tom was still listening, he removed his hand from your underwear just as harrison shimmied under the table, a fake cough leaving his mouth 
    • jacob watched the two of you, your eyes anywhere but the boys 
    • “look, mate, if you wanted to get it on, i hear the bathrooms here are exceptional” 
    • “hARriSON” 
      • your cheeks have never been redder
      • tom really can’t catch a break 
    Pen Pals

    Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

    Summary: The Reader takes up a Pen Pals writing program at her school, and soon finds herself falling for the military man who’s been sending her letters. What happens when she graduates? Will the letters still come after, or is she just a random person who was strung along just to blow off some steam via words? 

    Word Count: 1.7kish

    Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

    Author’s Note: Heyy my loves! This is my entry for @revwinchester‘s Birthday Challenge. I got the prompt “Soldier” with Dean (obviously). This was meant to be a one shot, but then I thought, why not make the other half in Dean’s POV? It’s only fair, right? Second part will come next weekend. And the third the following weekend. I really hope you guys like this! Feedback is definitely welcomed!!

    *Part Two*



    Chapter One: First Letters

    Pen Pal - a person with whom one becomes friendly by exchanging letters, especially someone in a foreign country whom one has never met.


    I never thought I’d be the one to do these kinds of things. When I signed up for it at the beginning of freshman year in high school, people thought I was insane. They didn’t think I was going to go through with it, you see.

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    The Last Jedi: In her final performance, Carrie Fisher restores hope for Leia Organa

    Part 5 of EW’s ‘Star Wars’ cover story

    Live fearlessly, live boldly, and even after you’re gone that strength and inspiration burns on.

    After Carrie Fisher’s unexpected death in December, The Last Jedi will mark her final performance as Leia Organa — the Star Wars character who went from orphan to princess, to spy, to senator, and finally general of the Resistance.

    She remains a light that will never go out in the galaxy.

    “Her character to some degree or another has been defined by loss through this whole saga, starting with the loss of her home planet. She’s just taken hit after hit, and she’s borne it, and she focuses on moving forward and the task at hand,” says writer-director Rian Johnson.

    UNBROKEN, UNBOWED

    No matter what grief or trauma Leia faced, she never wavered in her commitment to fighting for freedom in the galaxy, and her battle continues in The Last Jedi. Leia remains in charge of the scattershot Resistance movement, cut off from the Republic, whose leadership and capitol was annihilated in The Force Awakens.

    Anyone who expected the Resistance to fill that void and maintain order would be mistaken. “No, no, no. Not at all,” Johnson says. “They’re a small band that’s now cut off, on its own, and hunted when the Republic is shattered. When the First Order did that hit, the Resistance is isolated, and they’re very, very vulnerable. That’s where we pick them up.”

    While the galaxy teeters on takeover by the First Order, Leia is also dealing with personal grief, mourning the death of Han Solo – murdered at the hands of their son, Adam Driver’s Kylo Ren. The young man once known as Ben Solo has now fully fallen to the Dark Side, just as Darth Vader, Leia’s father, did a generation before.

    “She’s suffered quite a bit,” Johnson adds. “While I was figuring out what her deal was going to be in this film, it’s one of the things I talked about with Carrie before I started writing: where the character would go.”

    THE CUSTODIAN OF LEIA

    That’s what Fisher often called herself. “She’s become me, and I’ve become her. Because it’s been a while,” Fisher told EW in 2015 before the release of The Force Awakens.

    As she did in her own novels and memoirs, like Postcards from the Edge and Wishful Drinking, Fisher’s wry and brash performance as Leia allowed the character to face her hardships with a blaster-proof sense of humor and whatever the galactic version of chutzpah would be.

    Although she won’t complete the saga (Lucasfilm says Episode IX is being rewritten out of respect for her passing), Leia’s impact will continue to reverberate. 

    Despite hardship, Leia always finds the hope in any given situation. This time, her story is entwined with Poe Dameron, the hotshot X-wing pilot played by Oscar Isaac. Their relationship is not just general and warrior.

    They’re family. And in Star Wars, the notion of family goes far beyond blood relations.

    “Poe is in some ways a surrogate son for Leia,” Isaac tells EW. “But also I think she sees in him the potential for a truly great leader of the Resistance and beyond.”

    In The Last Jedi, a torch is being passed. It’s about the peril of meeting your heroes, facing down disappointment, and rising to fight nonetheless. Just as Luke Skywalker – reluctantly – may be passing on his knowledge of the Force to Rey, Leia is guiding Poe, encouraging him to look beyond the crosshairs in his cockpit. There are other ways to fight, other ways to lead.

    “Poe’s arc is one of evolving from a heroic soldier to a seasoned leader, to see beyond the single-mindedness of winning the battle to the larger picture of the future of the galaxy,” Isaac says. “I think Leia knows she won’t be around forever and she, with tough love, wants to push Poe to be more than the badass pilot, to temper his heroic impulses with wisdom and clarity.” 

    CONFLICT WITHIN

    There are also rivalries and alliances within the movement. Johnson isn’t ready to reveal what Laura Dern’s Vice Admiral Holdo’s role is in the story, but as a fellow commander in the Resistance she is likely to have a history with Leia Organa. The nature of it will be for the movie to reveal.

    “The secrecy does have a purpose in that part of the fun with Laura’s character, with Admiral Holdo, is figuring out what her relationship is to everybody as you go along through the movie,” Johnson says.

    In a behind-the-scenes video for The Last Jedi, there was at least one shot of the two women facing each other. It doesn’t look hostile, but under the right circumstances even friendships can turn dark.

    “I don’t want to tip the hat too much, but I will say that the heat is immediately turned up on the Resistance,” Johnson says. “Everybody is put in a pressure cooker right away, and relationships crack and strain under that pressure. That was really interesting to me, the notion of putting this small army under a lot of external pressure and showing some of the results within the Resistance itself.”

    THE UNWANTED FAREWELL

    The storyline wasn’t changed after Fisher’s death, but Johnson says he hopes it will still be satisfying to the legion of Leia fans who see the character as a source of true-life inspiration in our world.

    “There’s no way that we could’ve known this would’ve been the last Star Wars movie she would be in, so it’s not like we made the film thinking that we were bringing closure to the character,” Johnson says. “But watching the film, there’s going to be a very emotional reaction to what she does in this movie.”

    While Leia’s influence as a leader endures within the narrative of the Star Wars saga, Fisher also made a personal impact on the actors who will be carrying the franchise forward without her.

    Everyone who worked on the film has a Carrie story, but the sweetest and most heartbreaking one belongs to Isaac:

    “One of my favorite things that would happen from time to time on set would be when Carrie would sing old songs,” he says. “Whenever that would happen I would offer her my hand and we would waltz around the set – on a starship, in a Rebel base, on an alien planet, and she would sing and we would dance. So surreal and beautiful to think about now. For all of her delicious, wicked humor and fiery energy she also had such sweet grace. I miss her dearly.” (x)

    Tour Surprises

    Summary: You hadn’t seen Shawn in over 5 months and you couldn’t handle it, so Geoff helped plan the perfect surprise for Shawn.

    Requested: Not really, but my groupchat girls wanted some fluff

    Word count: 1.9k

    Warnings: None, other than being disgustingly fluffy and sappy at one point.

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    You hadn’t heard from Shawn all morning and that was odd. He normally would send you a text when he woke up, but not today. You worried, did he know you were here. This was supposed to be a surprise that only you and Geoff had known about.

    Fixing the zipper of your boots, you took in one last deep breath before you stood to look yourself over in the mirror. Your black lace buttoned shirt accentuated your curves in just the way he liked, your light washed jeans hugged your thighs, and your black thigh high boots fit your legs perfectly. Your hair looked perfect, considering it took you an hour to get all your products in your hair to get the natural curls to stay. Your makeup done, probably a little too heavily for the occasion, but you were so excited that you couldn’t help to just keep adding.

    The walk out of the hotel and down to your awaiting car felt like forever. You were a complete ball of nerves and couldn’t wait for the moment you would see him again. It had been almost 5 months since you had seen Shawn in person and he had no idea you were here. The facetime calls and late night texts were never enough for you. You hated the idea of long distance, but you loved the idea of being with Shawn. You knew he was the love of your life and he always told you he loved you with all of his heart.

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    charming-langst  asked:

    I NEED more of your mafia au in my life. So please continue, I'll make it worthwhile. *slides you Shiny Ninetails Pokémon card and a pack of Trident two layer gum*

    Okay everyone, I would just like to say that yes, there will be a Part 4 because I still have some scenes in mind. But the fact that you take time to send me asks about the MafiaAU: Lance Salazar really made my day as well as when some of you commented on the post itself. And thanks to those who liked it and special thanks to those who shared it!

    Also @charming-langst​….how did you guessed that I like nine tails? *narrowing my eyes at you* are you spying on me? Joke! But really, it was such a coincidence that you guessed my favorite!


    At the age of eight, Lance’s studies about their world started. His childhood became limited ever since he showed his intelligence level once during the family’s recreational activities. Honestly, Lance thought that they were just playing a simple board game. His father explained to him the rules and for little Lance back then, it was fairly easy. He beat his father five times in a row. It was after a few years passed when Lance discovered that his father was a genius chess player (Vongola Decimo always called his father for a game or two) and strategist.

    At the age of twelve, Lance sneaked into the meeting room of his father due to a dare from one of his siblings. He didn’t manage to get inside the room though for a certain man caught his attention. Maybe the man was near his fifties but his features still showed that he was one of those types that could easily get the attention of others. Later on, he discovered that the name of the man was “Reborn” and that he was the most trusted adviser of Vongola Decimo. The guy was also known as the number one hitman in the Mafia world. Maybe this Reborn person saw something in him for the next day Decimo himself visited Lance personally. They chatted for a bit and play some board game called “Games of the Generals”. Lance managed to win 2 out of 3.

    Lance was a natural charmer. He could melt anyone’s heart (hearts that were not frozen cold) and he knew this himself. Sometimes he used it to his advantage whenever he was kidnapped. But if things got worst then there was a reason why he was trained how to use the gun.

    He was no stranger to blood. Once or twice he passed through their interrogation rooms and the sight of bloodied and dismembered bodies became a norm for him. Lance made his first interrogation at 15 when he and his youngest sister got kidnapped. A few exchanged of gun shots here and there, and Lance managed to turn the tables around. The hunter became the hunted, a phrase said from a number of his favourite movies.

    Lance was labelled as “Young Demon” that day.

    Just because he was used to the sight and smell of murder didn’t mean that he wanted to live his whole life like this. Lance has dreams of his own. He has dreams that he wanted to reach with his own hands.

    Hands of Lance and not the hands of Salazar’s.

    Lance knew that the Vongola Decimo favoured him from the rest of the children of their allies. Though he never knew the reason why, Lance used this to his advantage. He listed all the reasons why he wanted to get out, why he wanted to be freed. Of course all of his reasonings were weak, Lance knew this and the Vongola knew this. But still, Decimo talked to that Reborn person and after a few hours of waiting, they escorted Lance back to the Salazar’s mansion and talked about the future with the Salazar Don.

    At the age of 16, Lance was no longer a member of the dark world. He was just an ordinary civilian.

    Yeah, right.

    Everyone knows you could never escape the underworld, especially if you were born inside it.

    The deal made was consisted of: one, Lance would stay in the vacation house given to him by Decimo himself and located in Cuba. Two, some Salazar’s men would check up on him personally every other week. Three, he was not allowed to invite any civilian (even though Lance was technically considered as civilian also) in his house. Four, he was obligated to meet or talk to the family in important events which was birthdays and Christmas.

    So all in all it was like he had just taken a temporary vacation away from the Mafia.

    And it was a good thing he only cut the Mafia ties but not his ties as a blood relative.

    Because Lance loved his family with all his heart, never question him about this.


    Pidge was beyond irritated right now. Who would have thought that Lance was a Salazar? That Salazar. It was like suddenly all the pieces clicked together into their own proper places. She thought Lance was born in a family of soldiers or just used to play strategic games during his teenage years.

    She never freaking expected that Lance was born inside the Mafia.

    It was lunch time and everyone was eating together. When Pidge said everyone she did meant everyone. Lance just gave his servants one look and they all settled themselves with the rest of team Voltron on the dining area after they put down all the foods and drinks.

    The table was a bit similar to the one they used in the castle. It was long and elliptical in shape, she was used seeing Allura to be on what the Paladins had dubbed as the head part of the table so seeing Lance in that position was very unusual for Pidge. Lance kept cooing like a baby when he saw the foods and drinks on the table, at least some things hadn’t changed. Pidge didn’t really know if she knew Lance that deep despite being stuck together in space for five years.

    “Wow! Esmeralda, your cooking is the best! No offence, Hunk.” Lance added the last sentence as an afterthought when he took a bite of what he called ropa vieja.

    “None taken, Lance. This taste really good.”

    Esmeralda, Pidge assumed it was the woman sitting across from her, smiled when she heard the praises of the rest of the Paladins and the obvious delight of the two Alteans when they started to eat also.

    “Thank you. We really missed your presence here, Young Master.”

    “Ah…I’ll say stop calling me ‘Young Master’ but…”

    “But we will just keep doing it because someone needs to remind you what is your real position.” It was the head butler named Alejandro who spoke before cleaning his lips using the napkin and Pidge was reminded of those movies where people try to learn proper table manners in just one night. Good thing Lance didn’t care about proper etiquette inside his own house.

    “Give me a break, Alejandro. I’m already 24 years old! I’m not that young boy anymore!”

    “And yet you are still that young boy who almost gave Master Halberd a heart attack when he saw you waving a gun.” One of the maids named Juliana commented as she poured Allura’s cup with apple juice.

    “That was one time! And it was Falcata’s fault for leaving her gun on her study table.” Pidge could not believe it, Lance was pouting because his servants were ganging up on him. She could not consider this as sharing embarrassing stories because imagining little Lance waving a gun with the safety either on or off was not a really good picture in her mind right now.

    “Come to think of it, isn’t it because of that that Master Khanda started teaching Young Master Lance how to hold a gun?” Marcelo looked up at the ceiling as if it could verify his words.

    “Emphasize the word hold. Mistress Flyssa threw a fit when she saw her older brother teaching Young Master Lance how to shoot.” Benita snickered when she refreshed the memory of her twin brother.

    “And because of that, Master Halberd was forced to step in and declared that Young Master Lance will only be allowed to shoot a gun when he reached the age of thirteen.”

    “Hey, you are just two years older than me, Learco! Why are you calling me ‘Young Master’ too?! And why are you guys sharing my childhood stories to my friends?!” Lance started hitting the table with his right hand like a petulant child as he focused his gaze on the left side of the table where his butlers and maids were seated.

    “Because it’s fun~” Sylvia sang as she waved her fork around.

    “And two years is still two years. Which means that you are technically my ‘Young Master’.” Learco grinned but ducked under the table on the last second when Lance threw his glass towards him.

    “I can’t believe this,” Lance held his chest in a show of mock hurt, “betrayed by my second family. After five years and this is the welcome that I get? I should have fired all of you before I got blasted in space by a sentient lion.”

    “We really missed you, Young Master Lance.” Pidge heard the oldest human male in the room and she saw that the man was giving Lance a fatherly smile which their Blue Paladin returned with an equally soft smile.

    “See? Only Grandpa Eterio lives up to his name!”

    “Eh, that is because Grandpa Eterio likes to baby you, Young Master.

    “That’s it.”

    Learco yelped when Lance took hold of the knife beside his plate and jumped towards him. The rest of the maids and butlers just continued eating and coaxed the Voltron team to do the same while Learco was running for his dear life because Lance has long legs and the stamina to run a five kilometer marathon.

    If this was the people that Lance considered as his second family then Pidge thought that she must ready herself in meeting the main family.

    No wonder Lance asked them to bring their bayards.

    Langst Mini Fic: The Second Family

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    Mafia AU: Lance Salazar (OCs mini guide) 

    Fluffy One Shots

    Fics to make you smile

    Sorted by length, will be updated as I find more fics

    ❤ For Effort - When Harry Styles lets his team down during gym class, resulting everyone having to run laps, he expects the worst. But the backlash never comes.Harry’s crush, Louis Tomlinson, may or may not have something to do with that. (one shot, 2k)

    Whisk You Away - “Okay, so you met your high school crush, Harry Stills–” “Styles.” “Not for long,” Niall said in a sing-song tone, and Louis threw a chip at his face. It landed on top of his head. Niall grabbed it and put it in his mouth. “Anyway, so he is getting married tomorrow and invites you to help him bake a cake.” “Mhmm.” “And you accept. You can’t bake. And you can’t even make pancakes…Bravo.” Or…Louis is quick at assuming the worst, only for the best thing to happen.  (one shot, 2k)

    The Weirdest Bloody Ice Cream Shop - Harry made eye contact with Lou and noticed his eyes were very blue. “Well…” Harry started. “Because you have the same name as this shop. It’s a shop rule that everyone named Lou gets free fro-yo.” Lou’s lips turned up very slightly at each end. He was rather pretty when he wasn’t yelling at Harry. “Neat rule,” Lou said. “Too bad my name is Louis.” And with that Louis (not Lou) shoved a £10 note in the tip jar and walked out of Lou’s Frozen Yoghurt with his probable sister. Probably forever. Harry sighed and looked at his watch. He had two hours left before he could close up, and, as it would turn out, he thought about the cute, angry boy named Louis for most of them. OR the frozen yoghurt au in which harry accidentally accuses louis of wanting to date a 5 year old and louis keeps calling frozen yoghurt ice cream (one shot, 3k)

    Crush on My Croissant - Every morning at 6:50am the most attractive man in the world walks into Harry’s bakery and orders a chocolate croissant. What happens when Harry finally decides it’s time to take things to the next level? (one shot, 3k, part of a small series)

    took my heart upon a one way trip - in which, louis needs help with a poetry assignment and harry can’t stop staring at the pretty boy who walked into his bookshop. the other three are in there too. (one shot, 4k)

    Only Reason - “We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.”
    No. No, no, no…
    “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement.
    Oh shit. No. What? No.
    But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage. Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world’s foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway
    .  (one shot, 5k)

    I made a map of your stars - Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.)

    or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.
     (one shot, 5k)

    you make my whole world feel right when it’s wrong - “Curly?” Louis says, stepping into Harry’s sight. “You okay?”
    Harry looks up from where he has two things in his hands, a thick winter coat sized for a newborn, and a sweatshirt fitting a grown man such as himself. He looks up at Louis, stricken, and holds them out for him to see. “They’re the same price,” he says. “They’re both forty dollars! Forty dollars for such little material.” (or, Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can’t think of a better way to spend it than on him.)  
    (one shot, 6k)

    come on, jump out at me - Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to. And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses. (Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)  (one shot, 7k, part of a continuing and very good series )

    Worth a Thousand Words - “Look, I’m learning some new stuff!” My name is Louis. My favorite color is green. I like movies. Do you know sign language?Harry huffed grumpily. Why are you learning sign language? “Because, I want to be able to talk to you.” Louis looked small, gripping tightly at the steering wheel. Why?    You’re my friend. Louis signed shakily, having to try it a few times before getting it right. And well, Harry just snapped. We’re not friends. I don’t know what makes you think that we’re okay but we’re not. You stopped being my friend once you found out that I went deaf. I don’t know if this is your way of ‘making up for it’ or if you think that hanging out with the deaf guy and learning a bit of sign language is your ‘kind deed’ to the world but I don’t want to be your charity case and I don’t want to be your friend.
    or Harry went deaf at 5 years old and Louis just wants the chance be heard. (one shot, 7k, bit of angst but mostly fluff)

    Tentatively - The whole university was anxiously waiting for the final weeks of the semester to wrap up, the taste of the summer already hanging sweetly and tempting in the air. Harry was right there in the thick of it all, getting distracted by the very same feline-born he had been crushing on ever since the beginning of uni. Harry had absolutely no plans to ever approach the boy. Ever.
    But clearly the Universe (or the boy) wasn’t a fan of Harry having any control over his own damn life. -Or, Louis is a feline-born, and Harry’s big dumb crush on him is so massive he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
    (one shot, 8k)

    Love Is a Kitten from Hell - Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window. Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in? (one shot, 8k)

    When the Lion Met the Fawn - Maybe lions are meant to hunt fawns, but in this case was the fawn who hunted the lion. (Or the one where Louis Tomlinson is a natural fighter without a fight and Harry Styles is a fawn hybrid too scared to stay but even more scared to run away. He gives Louis a reason to fight for)  (one shot, 9k)

    but he can’t be what you need (if he’s eighteen) - “I need you to do something for me.” Harry said, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “It seems like you’re asking me to kill for you, H.” Louis laughed nervously. “It’s nothing that drastic, I promise. It’s just. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m not a.. normal eighteen year old.” Louis furrowed his eyebrows at that, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy. “Are people giving you a hard time?” Louis wondered. Harry shifted in his seat and brushed some of his fringe off his forehead. “Yeah, that’s. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry swallowed nervously. He could feel the sweat pooling at his hairline so he wiped it with the sleeve of his sweater. “I need you to uhm, pretend to be my boyfriend.” or the one where harry is sick of getting bullied and casts louis as the hot punk boyfriend to scare them away. louis needs harry to return the favor. punk!louis and flowerchild!harry (one shot, 10k)

    set alight my veins - If Liam really thinks it’s funny to send him on a surprise date with a tattooed, leather wearing punk then Harry’s going to have words with him later. When he’s managed to stop staring at the guy across from him.-Harry’s quiet and shy and does all his homework. Louis drives motorbikes and never turns up to school. Their respective friends think they’d be a cute couple. (one shot, 11k)

    Hold My Heart - “Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought. “Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.” The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?” Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.*** Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight. (one shot, 14k)

    The Edge of the Stars - Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?” “Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.” Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son. (one shot, 16k)

    the love is ours to make (so we should make it) - “I’m.. Harry. I nanny? For Ernest and Doris?” Harry responded. “A nanny? How old even are you? You look twelve.” Louis remarked. Something caught Louis’ eye, and a closer look revealed that Harry had a coat of pink nail polish on his fingers. “Nineteen. I’m nineteen.” Harry replied. “Right. Nineteen, wears pink, flower crowns and paints his nails. Who the actual fuck did my mum hire?” or the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings.  (one shot, 19k, some sad parts but still really cute)

    Heart Without A Home - Louis is staying at the shelter when a late entry pulls at his conscience and he decides to share his precious bed with the mysterious Harry. The pair somehow find an instant bond but Louis can’t help but feel Harry is hiding something…Featuring Zayn as a chef, Perrie as the shelter manager and Liam as a helper- and Louis’ best mate.  (one shot, 20k, this is kind of angsty but it still made me smile)

    Away With The Fairies - Harry liked pretty things. Mostly the ornate flowers that grew around him, the trees majestically climbing towards the sky, sometimes the little colourful birds that flitted around in the branches of those trees. Harry’s wings themselves were considered beautiful, big butterfly-like shaped things glistening pink in the light but white underneath, almost translucent. He fluttered them behind him, feeling the breeze brushing off them. He was high up where he could see the most, studiously watching the human life on the ground below. He shouldn’t be here of course, he was beyond the borders of the part of the forest where his kind lived, but he couldn’t help it. Because Harry had found the prettiest thing of all. (one shot, 22k, you should read everything by this author)

    faith, trust and pixie dust (and a little bit of something else too)** - “Are you seriously apologizing for taking out a bullet that was lodged in my shoulder and saving my life?” he asks slowly. “Y—yes?” the boy looks unsure of himself now. “Marry me—” For once, the boy isn’t the only one blushing and Louis silently curses Earthen terminology for making its way into his vocabulary. Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he coughs out, “I mean thanks. That was very nice of you…?” “Harry,” the boy fills in quietly, flashing Louis a tentative smile. Louis thinks it suits him well and he mouths the name to himself, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. He watches as Harry hesitates before asking his own question, albeit doubtfully. “And you’re—you’re P—Peter Pan, right?” Or, the one in which Louis is a punk Peter Pan and Harry is an insecure flower child.  (one shot, 27k, quite a bit of angst but Harry’s character was too cute for me to not include)

    with your love we could breathe underwater - Harry’s brow furrows, a look of confusion spreading over his face. “But I am real. I exist, see,” he says, raising a hand out of the water and wiggling his fingers at Louis. Louis finds himself relaxing a bit. Harry seems harmless really. And he’s quite cute, for something that’s not supposed to exist. If Louis is indeed having a hallucination right now, at least it’s a cute one. AU where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a human, and they both discover a lot more than they anticipated. (one shot, 28k)

    Dating Tom Holland Would Include...

    Originally posted by tompollander

    (A/N: This is my first Headcanon, so let’s see how this goes.)

    ~He’d be the sweetest boyfriend

    ~He’d feature you on most of his Instagram stories

    ~For every red carpet event, he’d invite you (and you would go when you could)

    ~There would be lots of PDA: his arm always around you or his hand always in yours

    ~Lots of cuddling between the two of you

       - Cuddle sessions would also include Tessa

    ~Movie marathons, specifically Harry Potter marathons

      - “You are not a Gryffindor. You’re a Hufflepuff.”

      - “I can’t be a Hufflepuff! That’s the lamest house.”

      - “Hush. You’re a Hufflepuff.”

    ~Going with him to the gym, even if you aren’t working out

      - “Not that I’m complaining about your presence, but what’s the point of coming if you’re not going to work out?”

      - “The view.”

    ~Wearing Spider-man merchandise, even merch from the older movies

    ~Him “accidentally” spoiling his movies to you

      - “Tom! You just spoiled the whole movie.”

      - “You’ll watch it soon enough.”

      - “It comes out in a month!”

    ~Him introducing you to your favorite celebrities (and becoming jealous when you fangirl over them)

      - “Oh, wow, that’s Chris Evans. He’s real and he looks so good with that beard.”

      - “Okay, let’s go meet Elizabeth instead.”

    ~Him trying to impress you while playing basketball against Harrison

      - “Love, I can easily beat Harrison, right?”

      - “My money’s on Harrison. You’re horrendous at basketball, Tom.”

      - “Thanks, Y/N.” Harrison would say

    ~When Tom flies home after filming or doing promo in other countries, you’d greet him at the airport with a massive a hug and kiss

      - “Oh, how I’ve missed you”

    ~Introducing him to Nelly (Pre-Lip Sync Battle)

      - “What is this?”

      - “You’ve never heard Ride Wit Me?”

      - “…No.”

    ~Never letting his Lip Sync Battle die

      - “Please stop blasting Rihanna.”

      - “Do the dance and I will.”

      - “Noooooo”

      - “Then Umbrella will continue to be blasted.”

    ~Facetiming him while he is away

    ~Traveling the world with him (when you can) and going to touristy places

    ~Him making you watch horror movies and you cuddling into him to hide

      - “Tom, this is terrifying and disgusting.”

      - “This is awesome.”

    ~Him teaching you how to make tea “properly”


    Tag List: @cutefluffy89 @gray-rose13 @devan-d

    I have a cellphone for one reason only

    So… okay. Just because you all need to see it, I’ll leave you here this fanart because it caused me to start shipping this and so far I’m liking it.

    Thank you @burythekidd for giving me this beautiful ship, I love it, I don’t care about anything else.

    As a reference, this is set on a day-to-day AU. Akande is a martial artist, so he needs to train everyday as a job. I want to apologize if it’s not the best, it’s 1:40 in the morning and I just googled the info I needed.

    Title: I have a cellphone for one reason only
    Fandom: Overwatch
    Pairing: Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu
    Rating: G.
    Word Count: 1124
    Brief tags: Fluff, Texting, Selfies, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

    Summary: Akande wouldn’t really need a cellphone if it wasn’t because Lúcio always sends him cute messages.

    You can read it under the cut or in AO3!

    Keep reading

    anonymous asked:

    31 from the prompts list

    31. “Stop biting that fucking lip!”

    -

    “Just the boy I wanted to see.” Y/N smiled, revealing the door open to a fluffy haired Harry.

    Harry rolled his eyes, pushing and pawing his way past her grabs for a hug and set the grocery bags on top of the kitchen counter — his favorite organic grocery store logo printed out in bright, neon letters on the plastic.

    “I hope you didn’t buy a bunch of boring organic food for our movie night. Those vegetable crackers you brought last time were disgusting.”

    “I would never. And they were not!” Harry laughed, pulling out the various candies and snacks.

    Eventually they settled next to each other on the couch, Harry throwing his favorite blanket of Y/N’s over the both of them as she clicked through their movie list.

    “Can we watch a thriller tonight?”

    Harry snorted. “Unless you want me stayin’ the night because you’re too scared to sleep alone again, I suggest no thrillers. What about a Rom-Com?”

    “Romantic comedies put me to sleep, you know that.” Y/N sighed.

    They bickered and searched a few minutes longer, finally settling between a documentary or a horror movie.

    “Fine, fine. Thriller it is. Put on Hush, haven’t seen that one yet.”

    Y/N clapped, clicking play and settling in closer to Harry’s side.

    The movie played a long, getting to the point where the masked murder stalked the young, deaf writer in her house. Y/N lay frozen, forgetting the space around her and becoming fully invested inside the world the movie played out.

    Harry’s hand suddenly made her jump, his thumb coming up to her chin and tugging the fleshy part of her lip down and out of the grip of her teeth.

    “Don’t hurt yourself.” He whispered, smiling back as Y/N gave his cheeks a silly squeeze of thanks.

    But Harry wasn’t watching as the masked killer shot the woman’s best friend, dragging her bloody body up the cottage stairs and into the view of the deaf woman, no. Harry was watching his best friend watch the movie. How Y/N unintentionally fidgeted with her fingers in her lap, or how she twirled a loose piece of hair strand at her ponytail.

    More importantly, how she had gradually made her way in Harry’s lap, the equivalent steady breathing patterns of their chests lining up with one another and lastly, the swollen, pink lip she once again chewed on with her teeth.

    Y/N jumped from what played on the T.V screen, her whole body twitching further in Harry’s embrace. All the while, his cock jumped with the sudden weight on top of his lap, Y/N unintentionally grinding herself into him as she shifted her position and became reglued to the screen.

    “Don’t bite your lip.” He scolded once more, feeling the pressure on his cock heighten as she looked back at him with her wide eyes, ignoring his comment.

    “Did you see that? Oh my God, the guy just stabbed the boyfriend in the neck!”

    Harry adjusted his position back on the movie, watching the two men roll around and wrestle in the dead leaves and blood. The man eventually fought off the boyfriend and killed him, the over dramatized death making Y/N shiver as he stood victorious from the fight, making his way back to where the dead woman hid in her cottage.

    Harry drummed his fingers lightly on Y/N’s shoulder, ever so boredly fidgeting with her bra strap and tugging on it, before curling it around his fingers and letting it loosely snap back down.

    “What’re you doing…” She mumbled, not completely caring enough to turn around and look.

    “Look at me fo'sec.”

    After a second of hesitation she did, gasping as Harry wetly and fully enclosed his open mouth onto hers. For a mere second he was afraid she was going to push him off and kick him out of the house but she took a hold of his jaw and kissed back even harder.

    Y/N leaned back with a nervous smile, biting down on her lower lip, reveling in the tingling feeling in her tummy.

    “Stop biting that fucking lip.” He groaned, the strength of his next kiss tipping her backwards on his lap as he leaned forwards to kiss her, eventually scooting them sideways onto the couch and climbing over her.

    “Harry!” She moaned, feeling his hips grind down into hers, the bulge outlined perfectly between her legs.

    “Feel what you do to me?”

    “Are you —” She giggled, her laughs turning into more moans as he began kissing down the column of her throat. “Are you sure it isn’t the murder movie that’s what did it for you?”

    “Fuckin’ minx with your sassy mouth. Let’s see what we can fill it up with instead, yeah?”

    He loves to talk, but not all the time. He tells me that talking doesn’t mean anything unless it’s worth ruining perfect silence. Most people, he says, waste their breath on everything that means nothing. But he likes when I talk. About the people in the coffee shop, and old cities I wish I’d been to, and which constellations I like best. About anything, really. We talk until the sun rises, and then we sleep all day. And we sing loudly when our favorite songs come on the radio, and we let our hands drift out the window like soaring birds, and we live. God, we live. Like addicts, and nomads, and kids with wicked minds and screaming hearts. Half the time we don’t know what day it is, but we don’t care. Because his bed feels the same on Monday and Thursday and Saturday, too. And we eat when our stomachs grow too loud, and we press close when we can’t pay the electricity bill, and we learn that sometimes what is perfect and what is enough live oceans away from each other.
         But when enough becomes too little and we don’t even have our two pennies to rub together, he performs on the street with an upturned top hat at his feet. Old, bluesy songs about wild girls and townie boys. And even though his voice is only ok, with cracks in all the important parts, people see his long hair and his big smile, and they stop to watch with enormous eyes. Look, they point: a boy who never learned how to worry playing at maturity, his face bent over a guitar, long fingers threading the strings. They stand on the streets, a cigarette break from their white collar routine, and see in him some other life. Some different path. They see themselves, a little happier, a little louder, a little more carefree. The kind ones wish him well as dollar bills float from their hands. Fives and tens and twenties from those who would do everything differently if they had another shot. One man with a fading ring tan above his left knuckle gives him a crisp hundred dollar bill, his face lost in thoughts of what might have been. Transparent. He’s like that with people: prying them open without even trying. He sees through them, and you, and even me. Especially me. 
          We lay in bed that night surrounded by paper that will only pay a fraction of our bills, but we laugh like we’ve won the goddamn lottery. Laugh so hard we can barely breath. I laugh until I cry, and he holds me in his hands and tells me that when he has the money, he’ll buy me a ring and make this whole shindig official. My voice raw with tears, I tell him he better.
         And he has the warmest hands with callouses on all the fingertips, which I don’t think anyone else knows. Not like I know. Not like they feel them against their palm and cheek and thigh in the middle of the night. I like that I hold a million tiny fragments of him that no one else has even touched. Like he calls his sister twice a week to make sure she’s not using again, and he only watches scary movies because they make my blood flow faster, and he’s an all consuming, thousand-watt, stars in his eyes kind of person. The kind people want to be around without ever knowing why. The kind who tells you he loves you and really means it.
         He only says it sometimes. When it’s just us two and the perfect silence is worth being broken. And I trace road maps across the skin of his back, and I wonder. I wonder what I did to deserve all this. The affection, and the easy smiles, and the list of kid names we like tucked away in his desk drawer. Shuffled between coins and nicotine gum. And then his breath is heavy in my hair. I never fall asleep before him because I don’t know how to stop thinking. I wonder and I wonder and I wonder how I ever thought I’d be better off on my own. And he pulls me closer. Whispers my name like a promise. All the world stands still for just this moment. And I wonder how a person- one single, broken person- can come along and make so much sense.
    —  I hope you find this kind of love, and I hope you never let it go.

    anonymous asked:

    How RFA+ bby V and Baeran spend their first anniversary with their MC! It can be as mushy as you want it to be haha ✨

    This was super sweet! Somehow, this took us three hours to do…Hope you enjoy it! 


    Zen:

    • He was the King of Romance
    • But on your anniversary, he was the nervous King of Romance
    • He didn’t know what he wanted to do for you, so he made up several plans and decided to go with whatever seemed best on the day
    • However, he didn’t expect you to crash them
    • He wakes up to a delivery of those edible bouquets made out of fruit
    • There’s also a small bag in his mailbox with two shirts: one has two thumbs on it and says, “This guys loves his girlfriend” to which you inform him you have the matching opposite one
    • And the other is a really nice one suited to his tastes
    • You send him a text to meet you at his favorite cafe, and when he does, he finds you already bought him his favorite pastry
    • But he’s a step ahead of you and had picked up your favorite drink from the coffee shop
    • After your little breakfast, you tell him you have one surprise for him later in the evening
    • He takes this chance to execute one of his plans
    • He takes you to the beach, stopping by at home to change your clothes
    • You guys let loose a little and play around
    • You bury Zen and make draw a six pack in the sand
    • He clears his throat, “MC…I have an eight pack.”
    • You blink before drawing a weird, strange sixteen pack
    • He surprises you a little later by taking you out onto a boat
    • Not only is a lot of fun, but he stops the boat right before sunset and you two have a soft moment
    • Just as the sun is setting, he thanks you for your little surprises in the morning and gives you a tender kiss on the lips
    • You feel his hands go by your neck, and you think he’s just cupping your neck
    • But then he pulls away and you feel a slight weight around your neck
    • You look down and see a necklace with a small heart charm
    • It has your names engraved in it along with your anniversary date
    • Neither of you feel the need to say anything, so you two just hold hands and enjoy the moment together

    Yoosung:

    • The day before you anniversary, Yoosung tells you that he’ll be taking you somewhere in the afternoon
    • Sure enough, the next day he’s at your doorstep,  your favorite flowers in hand
    • He’s super nervous at first, giving you a compliment about your outfit
    • He relaxes a little once you’re driving on your way there
    • He takes you to a sculpture garden
    • You two spend a lot of time walking around pretty flowers and gardens
    • He’ll say super romantic things while holding your hand, or compare you to some of the flowers
    • But then, you two loosen up and go looking at some of the funnier sculptures
    • A lot of pictures for memories
    • There was one of those things where a person is disguised as a sculpture
    • Poor Yoosung was the victim and he almost went crazy because he swore someone touched his shoulder
    • He was a good sport about it though, once the truth was revealed
    • He takes you inside a little cafe/restaurant thing inside the cafe that’s italian themed
    • You’re too excited to give your gift to him, so he lets you
    • You got him a brand new tablet, because his was so old and it was starting to hurt his bad eye
    • You also had this long card where you give him encouragement and reaffirm your feelings for him
    • By the end, Yoosung feels so supported by you and falls in love with you all over again
    • When you’re done eating, there’s this small gazebo that you two find and you sit in it
    • Yoosung had this planned…and he waits for a couple to walk by
    • Then he brings up a conversation about love and he starts going on this speech about how much he loves you and about your future together
    • Then, he pulls out a small ring from his pocket with a silver ring
    • You’re kind of freaking out because this is going kind of fast and what is he doing?
    • You calm down a bit when he says it’s a promise ring
    • “This ring is my promise to you that I will always love you, and one day, when I can fully support you, I will marry you.”
    • You shed a tear because it was so sweet and full of emotion
    • You manage to hold in most of your  emotions until you get back to your place where you and Yoosung crash on the couch
    • He comes back with some snacks and sits down next to you, and you just  can’t hold it in anymore
    • He’s mid sentence when you just grab his face and kiss him passionately
    • Safe to say, your anniversary ended on a good note

    Jaehee:

    • She spends the whole week leading up to it overthinking everything
    • She wasn’t sure if you two were getting each other gifts, or if it would be too much–you hadn’t discussed anything and she was really nervous
    • In the end, she just decides to go ahead and get one for you
    • She gets a simple bracelet, but with several charms
    • Each one represents a memory you two had together
    • Besides, she thought it might be something she could add onto for you everytime you had a significant moment
    • Meanwhile, you got her front row tickets to a musical that she has been wanting to see for a long time but has denied herself due to either work or finances
    • The day comes and you two exchange gifts first thing in the morning, both of you hugging each other tightly by the end
    • Jaehee’s not really a spontaneous person, so she has something planned in the evening but nothing else
    • But you improvise and drag her out to different places
    • You guys explore the town together, finding new spots to try later or stop in a few shops
    • There’s a lot of laughing and smiling and just enjoying your time together
    • Then, for dinner, Jaehee treats you to your favorite restaurant
    • All in all, it was a lovely day

    Jumin:

    • You guys have many occasions to completely go big on things, so you wanted your first anniversary together to be more subtle and intimate
    • So you two do some normal things
    • You take a walk in the park together
    • You got a nice–not super fancy–restaurant and eat and talk
    • And then you go back to his house for the evening
    • He says he just wanted to watch a movie with you and relax, so that was good enough for you
    • When you get there, he suddenly mentions that he recently installed a new bed of flowers in his garden and asked if you wanted to see
    • You were skeptical…since it was night time, but you agreed
    • When you step out into the garden, dozens of soft lights go off, there’s a fountain running nearby
    • Roses among other flowers are set along a path to this hammock under the open night sky
    • You playfully scold him since you guys were supposed to “keep it simple”
    • You say that it’s nothing equal to this but you got him a small gift
    • He’s been into a lighter clothing faze, so you gave him a shirt with sushi cats on it
    • His eyes light up and he thinks it’s the best thing
    • “MC, you got me a gift…I’m glad I got something small for you as well!”
    • He pulls out a small box holding  a pair of diamond Jumin this is not small
    • After you two exchange gifts, you go enjoy the hammock he set up
    • The rest of the night is just you two talking, settled in each other’s embrace under the stars 


    Seven:

    • Before he can even go to you first, you show up at his house with an envelope in hand
    • Inside is a note that says, “I said I wanted to kiss you in the sky, so…” and on the bottom is just an address
    • He doesn’t know where it goes, but you two hop in the car and he puts it in the GPS
    • You two arrive and it suddenly hits him what you got him: a helicopter ride
    • He’s so excited, he’s hugging you the whole time while walking to the helicopter
    • You gear up and set off on the tour
    • It flies over the waters and there’s a magnificent view, and you’re even allowed to open the doors at one point
    • And he really does kiss you in the sky
    • After it’s over, you two go to a cute little cafe restaurant and spend some time walking around town and talking
    • When it nearing dinner, you two go back to his house
    • He says he has a surprise for you now
    • He puts you in a blindfold and leads you around the bunker until finally he takes it off revealing a room completely and authentically themed country
    • It wasn’t cheaply done…he put a lot of thought into the detail
    • He even ordered authentic food and dessert so it would be the ultimate experience
    • After you finish eating, he pulls out two smaller gifts for you
    • Weeks before, you had a joke about wanting a blanket with his face on it
    • Well, he delivered and you had a huge fluffy blanket with the dorkiest picture of him on it…it was a joke, but you actually really liked it
    • The second gift was a small glass plaque with a your favorite couple pictures together engraved inside along with your anniversary date
    • At the end, you two relax on his couch…under the large blanket with his face on it

    Saeran:

    • Neither one of you wanted to something super big or super fancy or super public
    • So you plan a small outing together in the city and just go with whatever you feel like doing
    • You two try a bunch of different foods from large waffles to those huge milkshakes or ice creams and maybe some different cultural foods
    • You had no idea Saeran was taking secret candid shots of you on his phone
    • You would catch him sometimes smiling at his phone, but he would never tell you what he was doing
    • You stumble across a carnival/fair going on and decide to go
    • You two go on the smaller rides, like the Ferris Wheel and boat rides
    • You drag him on those love rides for the laughs
    • You weren’t sure what was making you more sick…the shaky boat or the couple making out behind you
    • The photobooth was his favorite part
    • It was one of those where you can draw on faces and add stickers
    • He drew a heart around you two for his copy, but he wouldn’t let you see it
    • You somehow sneaked a view anyway
    • Saeran manages to win you a small panda from one of the booths
    • You have him hold it while you go to the bathroom, and when you come back a small bracelet is attached to it’s paw
    • He’s shy when you notice, so you try not make a big deal and just kiss his cheek as a thank you
    • You can tell he’s getting tired, so you go home and unsurprisingly he crashes and falls asleep on the couch soon after
    • You sneak to the kitchen and bake him some of his favorite sweets
    • When he comes in to take a taste, he finds your gift there as well
    • There’s a whole basket of nick-nacks like some books, cookie mixes, personalized mouse pad, and other smaller things that you noticed he likes

    V:

    • He invites you to come over late afternoon
    • When you get there, there’s flowers on the table while he’s cooking you a huge lunch
    • There’s also a small box of chocolates with your name on it
    • In front of you is another box with a ribbon and a small note prompting you to open it
    • Inside is a photobook where V had filled the whole thing with pictures of you two
    • Beside each one is a small note about when it was, what you did, and something he loved during the memory
    • You’re melting with each page, and then on the last one there’s a small slot with a locket inside
    • He already has your and his picture inside
    • Just as you’re about to call a thank you, he comes in and gives you a small peck
    • He brings out a full meal and you two talk and enjoy each other’s company
    • At the end, you bring out your gifts for him
    • You’d bought him brand new camera lenses to help him as he rebuilds his photography business
    • But he’s even more touched by the pile of letters neatly stacked in box
    • You had written one everytime something small, yet significant happened between you and him the past year
    • To end the night, you just wanted to relax together
    • So he sets out a blanket in the backyard, you bring some soft candles for lighting, and he also brings some snacks and wine
    • It was probably more romantic than any fancy dinner in your eyes

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    then somebody bends

    This is what happens when I listen to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack at 3 a.m. while thinking about Sterek (also on ao3!)

    When Stiles invited himself over to Derek’s loft for quote ‘Netflix and chill’, Derek had a very clear idea of how the evening was going to play out. But even in his wildest dreams, Derek never would have expected this.

    He had expected Stiles to arrive in his usual whirlwind of flannel and sarcasm and blinding grins, greeting him with a smirk and a wink if he was feeling particularly bold. Expected a deep, dirty hello kiss and an appreciative once over as Stiles plopped down on the couch.

    Admittedly, Stiles had arrived in his usual fashion, letting himself in without bothering to knock like he owned the place. But there was no flannel or ironic graphic shirt in sight, Stiles instead wearing his red hoodie over a plain gray t-shirt.

    He had still greeted Derek with a wide smile but there was no hint of suggestion in it, nothing indicating that he was thinking about doing anything other than simply watching a movie. Even the kiss Stiles gave him as he took a seat on the couch was just a quick peck on the cheek.

    But there was no trace of anything disconcerting in Stiles’ scent, nothing that would set off any alarm bells. Only excitement and contentedness radiated from Stiles as he efficiently set up his Xbox and pulled up Netflix.

    Derek expected Stiles to pick a movie from his preferred genre, an action packed thriller featuring a gratuitous amount of violence and explosions and unnecessary female nudity. Or, if not that, some sort of sci-fi flick with terrible CGI and too bright fake blood and just as much unnecessary nudity.

    But with a few taps of the buttons on his Xbox controller and a brief use of the joystick, Stiles navigated to the Disney movie section. With another flick of the joystick and a few more clicks, Stiles queued up the new Beauty and the Beast movie.

    He had glanced up at Derek out of the corner of his eye, chewing his bottom lip almost nervously. Setting down the controller on the coffee table, Stiles leaned back on the couch and softly murmured, “You don’t mind, do you?”

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    Project: Scrapbook — Horrificator (Part One)

    Project: Scrapbook Masterpost (tbp)

    Comic By: @daughterofthestars08 (lineart) & @artgraveyard (lineart and color) & @chalala-chan (color) 

    Written By: @purr-cat-stinate & @mimosaeyes

    Beta’d By: @miraculousandcute & @emeralddrop

    Summary: N/A

    Words: 5671


    Despite the chilly season, the sun was already gracing the citizens of Paris with its warm rays of sunlight that poured from the clouds down onto the earth. It was a lovely day, perfect for picnics, and walks in the park. It was a lovely day to discover something new; or perhaps to create something new.

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