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Tokyo: Day One

The thirty first installment of The Live On Tour Series:


Harry’s been in Tokyo for about five days now…Not that he minds.

He loves Tokyo, loves it more than he loves Los Angeles - his closest friends might even say that he loves it more than London.He’s loved it since the moment he first stepped into the city back in 2013, when One Direction had come on tour.

There’s just something about the place which differs from all the cities he’s been to.There’s just something about Japans’ capital city that has him intrigued, that has him feeling both internally and externally relaxed.And on top of staying in a city he loves with all of him, the love of his life is with him

So that’s why he doesn’t mind the fact that he’s been in Japan for five days so far.

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Combatants ~ Part 1

A/N: Hiya.. Sorry for not posting anything but I am just really busy with school and all that shit. Anyway, I will start writing ships and request as soon as possible and I’m sorry it took me this long. Also this is just something I found in my drafts and I just thought I should post it even though I feel a bit insecure about it but I really hope you like it.

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader 

Warning: angst, a lot of bickering, mentions of domestic violence 

*Combatant - def. a fighter*

xx

“You pile of shit! What the hell do you think you are doing huh?!!!” you yelled at him, took out your wand and pointed it to his throat.

“(Y/n)!”

“Shut up Severus!” you roared at him. You pushed your wand even harder to his throat, backing him against the tree. “Do you think this is fun?! You think it’s fun being bullied by arseholes like you!! Well it’s fucking not!! He was reading a book you morons!! Some people love to do that if you haven’t noticed it by now! Just because you are from a strong pureblood family does not mean you have privileges!! But what’s a family to you if you got disowned!”

Your eyes were flooded with anger and fire. How can they not be. Severus is your friend. Even though a lot of people don’t notice it, he is a kind person. He helped you through your struggles with potions, transfiguration, history of magic and divination. You were just a clueless muggleborn and he was the only person who offered to help. The worst part was, that even though you were never great at school, you got put in Ravenclaw. It was pure torture for you. You hated to be the only Ravenclaw with bad grades. So you stayed quiet, you stayed in the shadows. Untill now.

“Expelliarmus!” yelled James and your wand flew out of your hands. He pointed his wand at you, an evil smirk forming on his lips and without even thinking you grabbed his wand and punched him right in the nose. He fell backwards, hitting the ground and grabbing his bloody nose.

Sirius, who was standing in front of you, angry and upset by the words you said to him, stepped closer to you. You shot him a warning glare, stood your ground and was not about to stand back. “And who in the bloody hell do you think you are, interfering in my problems! This is between us and Snape! And you have no clue what I had to go through with my family! You have no idea!” he yelled back at you.

Merlin you felt your blood boil. You dug your nails deeper in your palm, barely holding yourself back. “I’m interferring because I am sick of standing by and watch you bully Severus! You tried to kill him when we were 16! Sixteen!! And I do have a clue! If you forgot you have a brother. A brother who is kind and good. A brother who YOU left behind! And he may be a bit lost right now but he is five times more of a person that you will ever be!!! You pity yourself with your problems about your family. Oh man I am a victim of domestic violence. Bu - hoo! Well there are people who’s been through worse, who have SEEN worse! ” you shouted, taking the last bit of air out of your lungs.

“(Y/n), don’t!” you heard Severus from behind.

“No! ” you turned to Severus. You pointed your finger at Sirius and your eyes on Snape. “ He pretends he has the worst life in the world! What’s so bad about it?! The Potters who have kindly accepted you to their family, the pureblood status and all that comes with it or maybe the good grades you get without even studying. ”

Sirius felt his rage slowly disappear.

You took off your robes and lifted your shirt. “That!” you showed him three white wounds streching from your stomach to almost your neck. “ That is what true pain feels like! That is what you get from dropping the plates at age 13! ” you yelled and pulled down your shirt again.

Sirius stood quiet and you knew excatly why.

“Do not pity me Black. Don’t you dare pity me. ” you stepped even closer, your rage slowly disappearing. “You try and touch him one more time, I swear it won’t be just James’ nose that will be broken. ” you threatned, turned your heel and walked towards Snape.

Grabbing his arm, you pulled him up and started dragging him behind you. “Why did you do that!? I don’t need to be saved by a stupid mudblood Ravenclaw!” he spat out.

You turned around, letting go of his arm and sending him a warning glare. “ Severus Snape! Do not tempt me right now!”

He quickly stood down.“You’re right. I’m sorry but it’s just that I’m in Slytherin and-”

“And I am a stupid Ravenclaw. Guess Sorting Hat is a bitch!” you stopped and started waving with your hands. You felt tears on your cheeks, not even knowing why or how, but they were there. All of a sudden you looked at Severus, your head heavy and your heart slowing its beat. “God Sevi. I was sorted into the smart house and I am no near of being smart. How on earth can an idiot like me be in Ravenclaw?” you dropped yourself on the ground and let out a deep sigh.

“You are not an idiot, (y/n). Being in Ravenclaw doesn’t only mean being smart. You are intelligent and wise. You love to learn new things, you love solving puzzles and no way you would copy homework from anyone. You are original and creative and you know excatly what to do in the most catastrophic times and you..well you are just amazing. It doesn’t matter if you are in Ravenclaw. ” he sat next to you, putting his hand on your knee.

You layed on the grass. It was cold and wet, but you didn’t care. Right now you didn’t care about anything. You just looked at the sky, grey and stormy clouds slowly approaching the Hogwarts castle while your mind processed the happening. “I just punched James Potter in the face.” you chuckled as you realized what just happened.

“See. Who needs a wand when you are a fist-fighting muggleborn. How creative is that!” he laid down next to you and looked at the cluds.

After the moment of silenece he turned his head to you “How did it feel though?” he asked curiously.

“Punching Potter? It felt really good. You should try it.” you laughed as you remembered the strong feeling, that washed over you right after punching that obnoxious and arrogant arse in the face.

“You are my favorite person in this school. You know that right?” he said, putting his arms under his head.

“I thought Lily was your favorite person in this school?”

“I do admit I love her. But you are definetly my most trusted friend.”

The next day you sat down at your table with a few of your friends. As you sat down, they eyed you, got up and left. You looked confused, not knowing what the hell just happened. Turning your head around, you saw your fellow clasmates staring at you angrly. They gave you an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, almost as if you were embarrased or guilty of something. But it wasn’t just the Ravenclaws with their prying eyes. Students from the other houses had their eyes on you as well. Feeling like you have just been convicted of something, you grabbed your books and walked out of the Great Hall.

Arriving to the door, you knocked three times and the eagle spoke. “I’m tall when I’m young and I’m short when I’m old. What am I?”

“Well shit.” you mumbled under your breath. “Tall, young….short, old.” you continued to mumble. “Damn these riddles!” you yelled as you had no clue of what it was supposed to be.

“I know right. Hard to answer something you don’t know.” said the boy, standing next to you.

‘Where did he come from?’ you asked yourself, staring at the boy with navy blue hair.

You kept quiet as you don’t remember seeing him before. “They say I should avoid you.” he glanced at you but immediately turned his gaze back on the eagle. “That I should let you struggle with this riddle.” he continued, making you feel a bit offended. “I don’t know you though. I just transfered here in the middle of the year.” he continued to talk. “I heard you protected a snake.”

“He is not a snake! He is my friend!” you snapped at him. Clearly your bad temper can’t stay hidden anymore. Six years of pushing feelings down has its consequences.

“Okay. Calm down. I guess I would protect my cat too if someone would try to hurt her.” he said calmly. You chuckled to his response. The fact he thought you were protecting your pet made you feel a bit better. Maybe you weren’t the only slow-witted Ravenclaw. He looked at you confused and furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“He is not my pet. I was protecting a friend. Severus Snape. He is a Slytherin and a lot of people don’t like Slytherins, especially the Gryffindors.” you explained and looked at the eagle. “So do you know the answer or not?”

“No clue. I don’t know how will I do this on my own.” he said turning his green eyes back to you and scratching the back of his neck.

“The answer is a candle.” you said proudly and the door swung open.

“You knew the answer all along, didn’t you? ” he grinned at you.

“I wish I had. I need a long time to think. Kind of not the perfect Ravenclaw.”

“Well at least you knew the answer.” he replied as you both entered the common room.

When you entered the room, it suddenly became quiet. You heard the whispers and felt their stares, but you decided to completly ignore it. “Hey (y/n)! Where is your boyfriend S-S-S-Snape.” hissed one of Ravenclaws.

“That’s none of your business Bruto.” you retorded and turned to get a book from one of the shelves.

“Oi, Jack. Come to join us? We are going by the lake.” asked Bruto.

“No. I’m fine. I’ll just stay here.” replied the boy, whose name was appereantly Jack. He sat next to you and opened his book.

“You don’t have to stay here. You can go and hang out with them. ” you said, not removing your eyes from the book.

“I want to hang out with you, not them.” he replied not removing his eyes from the book either.

“Well I am not really popular around here.” you said, looking up and closing your book.

“ That’s good. Because I don’t want to be popular.” he said, his eyes still on the book.

You looked at him, your book still in your lap and wondered. Why would he want to hang out with you? I mean everybody hates you now that you punched a Prefect in Gryffindor. Hanging out with you, who doesn’t have the perfect grades, barely passes her exams and hangs out with most Slytherins? Why? There has to be some agenda to this. Right?

As you watched his eyes moving left and right, scanning the pages of the book, you noticed something. One of his eyes was greener. You looked closely, narrowing your eyes. The right eye was green and the other was hazel. “I can’t concentrate if you are staring at me.” he said, finally lifting up his gaze. You noticed you stared at him for too long, his dark navy curls falling all over his glasses, blocking his eyes. “Look. The reason I want to hang out with you is because you are not like them. They are all the same. You are different.” he smimply stated the facts.

“It’s not that. Your eyes…”

“Oh… It’s normal. I have heterocromia. Its a difference in coloration of the iris. I inherited it from my grandfather. He had one blue and the other was green.”

“Oh.” was all that you said before you opened your book. He closed his and sat into the criss-cross position. “So what is the story anyway?”

“ I punched an arrogant ass in the nose because he was bullying my friend Severus because he always loved to pick on him and now everybody hates me because I punched a popular and hot Gryffindor and threatened his slag of a best friend.” you closed your book with a big thursh.

“You punched him?” he asked surprised.

“He disarmed me. I don’t need a wand to protect myself.” you scoffed and leaned back on the couch, watching him proccess what you just told him.

His expression went from surprised, to impressed and into curious. A huge grinn appeared on his face and than it disappeared again. He looked at you confused and asked. “So wait, is he your boyfriend?”

“Who? Severus? No. He has this giant crush on this Gryffindor girl Lily, who is also the crush of the guy I punched.”

“ That’s really complicated.” he said leaning back on the couch.

” Yeah well if you are staying here, might as well catch up.” you smiled.

He smiled back and pushed up his glasses. “I’m Jack by the way." 

”(Y/n).“

And that is how you got your first friend in Ravenclaw who was actually worth being friends with. Others just used you for their own benefit and you knew it, but you were desperate at the time. But not anymore. Talking with Jack almost for the whole day left you feeling warm. Not because you held any kind of feelings towards him, but because finally you finally don’t feel lonely

—.

"Ah! Miss (y/l/n) . Will you come with me, please.” said proffesor Flitwick, interrupting your chat with Jack.

You walked with Flitwick all over to the Gryffindor house, to McGonngal’s office. You entered only to see 4 Gryffindors, a Slytherin and proffesor McGonngal sitting down in silence.

“Great.” you sighed out.

“Miss (y/l/n), please care to sit down.” said proffesor McGonngal.

You looked around the room, only to find the only seat empty was beside Sirius. “I’m fine standing up." 

"Sit down next to mr. Black , miss (y/l/n).” she said impatiently, pointing to the empty seat next to him.

“No disrespect proffesor, but I’d rather sit next to a dementor than to this …” you paused for a bit. “Guy.” you spit out coldly.

“What’s your problem?!” snapped Sirius, standing up and pushing away his chair.

“What?!” you yelled back at him.

“Since when do you hate me that much you can’t even say my name!”

“Did you really ask me that!? Since the day you picked on my friend for no appereant reason!”

“Silence!” yelled proffesor McGonngal.

“You ratted us out!” yelled Sirius pointing his finger to you.

“I ratted you out?!” you grabbed his finger and twirled it around. “You are the ones who ratted me out!! You wanted to get back because I punched poor little Potter in his fat nose!”

“Hey! My nose is not fat!” yelled Potter from his seat.

“I said silence!” repeated proffesor McGonngal.

“Why on earth would I ratt you out if it meant ratting myself out that doesn’t make any sense!”

“And here you are accusing me of the same thing!”

“Can you like shut up for at least a second and let me think!” he yelled frustrated. He turned around, running his hand through his hair multiple times before turning back around.

Before he could start yellng again, you started first. “No I will not shut up, because here you are accusing me for no reason and there you are bullying Severus for no reason! You are a poor excuse for a Hogwarts student and a wizard!”

“Says the one who couldn’t spell Transfiguration in the first year! No wonder you have no friends! You are stupid as a toerag. You don’t even belong here! You belong in that filthy muggle world!”

“Mr.Black!” shouted proffesor McGonngal, getting up from her chair.

“No! You pretend like you are the poorest wizard in the world but you are not! You talk about me pitying myself-!”

“Because you do! Everybody knows who you are and everybody knows how your home is like but I never heard Regulus complain and do you think I complain-”

“Don’t cut me off while I’m talking! And Regulus always was the favorite so don’t you dare say stuff like that, which you have no clue about! ”

You two were very close by now, your eyes both filled with rage and hate. Suddenly McGonngal walked over and seperated the two of you.“ That is enough!”

“No! Nobody wants you here! Nobody! Nobody cares if you stay here or if you drop dead! ” he yelled and suddenly shut up after he heard what had he just said.

“Mr.Black! I said enough!” repeated McGonngal what felt like the hundredth time.

“Oh my god. (Y/n)” he looked at you, trying to find the right words for an appology.

You stood quiet and looked at him. You felt like someone squezzed your heart and your lungs and they can’t function anymore. “You think I belong to the filthy muggle world huh?!” you yelled at him and started loosing your tie. “ You wouldn’t last three days without magic there. Except for me who has been struggling everyday to pass every test.” you threw your tie on the ground and took out your wand. “You want me to drop dead. Fine!” you snapped your wand making everybody in the room gasp. You looked at his grey eyes, filled with guilt. Feeling your tears pushing their way into the surface, you turned your heel and walked out of the room.

“Miss (y/l/n)!” yelled proffesor McGonngal, running after you, but quickly losing the sight of you.

After you knocked on his door you heard some muttering and loud steps approaching the door. The dog continued to bark and you heard a lot of stuff falling on the ground. “Stop it Fangs!” he yelled before opening the door. “Miss (y/l/n)?”

Room For Dessert 01

Description: A boring company dinner gets a little bit spicy when you notice the tension between you and your table’s waiter.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 8.1k

Index: 01, 02, 02.5

A/N: Filth. Straight filth. That’s what this is. Jungkook’s graduation photos pretty much ruined me, especially when I saw the one of him taking their order and just looking so good and UGH. This is the result. Sin. Filth. Porn put to words. Enjoy. Please try not to die. 

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i have a few food aversions. when i tell people this, at first they’re horrified. ice cream? you can’t eat ice cream? oh i had a terrible stomach bug, once, and it was involved. oh, you poor thing. 

first time i tried tequlia i thought it was like vodka and did nine shots in an hour and ended up in the hospital. five years later i can finally drink it again but i no longer can do shots in any situation. same, buddy, happens to the best of us.

can’t eat nutella. i thought you liked it? used to love it before i was allergic and now it gives me itches. sorry about that, i feel for you.

milk? always. what about milk and cookies, i’ve seen you eat that. sometimes, if i’m careful, and other things are in my stomach, my allergy to lactose is okay. sometimes i can have quite a lot in one day. sometimes none at all. makes sense, okay.

i can’t look at bare razors. specifically, x-acto blades. if they’re in a holder they’re okay. but if they’re out and by themselves my brain starts to shout things. when people tell me to lose weight, sirens start sounding. 

but you can’t tell people that. “triggered” is a joke now. what, are you triggered by a dropped plate?

i don’t like to eat meat if i don’t know where it came from. oh, that’s fine, then. i don’t like to listen to certain songs because they remind me of when bad things were happening. i don’t get it, though. it’s over and done with.

Voltron Swears

·        Pidge and Keith probably have the biggest potty mouths

Like Pidge has very colourful language, and uses a variety of curses at random

It freaks out the rest of the team because she’s so small, and the language she uses can be so vulgare at times

Lance and Hunk laugh whenever she swears around the team; Shiro is appalled.

  Like how could one so smol and innocent be able to curse like a sailor!

·    Keith doesn’t really care either way   His own foul language is mostly composed of the word ‘fuck’, which he uses frequently in different tones depending on the situation

Like when his lion gets hit, or he loses a round in training, it’s a short and angry ‘Fuck’

When he’s pissed off at someone it’s a loud burst ‘FUCK off!’ or ‘Fuck you!’ that makes the rest team jump in alarm

When he’s annoyed it’s a drawn out ‘fuuuckk’

And when it’s Lance nuzzling at his neck it’s a soft, mumbled ‘fuck’

He also flips people/aliens off a lot, and will often end a conversation by holding up two middle fingers and walking backwards out of a room

·        Shiro doesn’t really swear, out loud anyways.

He curses a lot in his head though, but has a really good poker face, so no one ever knows what he’s thinking

Besides “patience yields focus”

He almost lost it a few times with Slav though

·        Hunk tends to swear only when he’s in really stressful situations, but they aren’t actual swears

They’re more like utterances of ‘darn’ and ‘crap’

It’s hilarious and Lance will nearly piss himself laughing whenever he “curses”

Hunk once dropped a plate of space goo and muttered ‘oh for craps sake’ and Shiro, absolutely straight faced, said “Language Hunk.”

Everyone went silent, and Hunk looked ready to die of embarrassment not knowing if Shiro was being serious or not

But then Keith, of all people, began to chuckle, and the gig was up

Now whenever Hunk curses they all go “Language Hunk,” and Shiro mumbles something about a ‘swear jar’

·        Lance also tends not to swear, seeing as he came from a large family with smaller children

He tends to use playful expressions like ‘what the cheese’ and things like that

There are times, however, when he’ll switch to Spanish, which is like, level two anger for Lance

He can string long Spanish curses together and go on a rant whenever he feels the need, and it’s entertaining to watch, seeing as he’s very expressive with his hands, but also a bit intimidating, since none of them know what he’s saying

Sometimes he’ll just spout a bunch of random words to make his rant a little more impressive

He’ll also murmur Spanish curses whenever he and Keith go at it, which Keith loves, since it means Lance is in an entirely different world of pleasure

Level three swears for Lance are scary.

Like, he is pissed off.

When Lance uses actual swear words you know you done fucked up

·        Allura and Coran swear as well, but in Altean, so the others don’t really know what they’re saying (like with Lance)

Coran uses his curses efficiently, sticking them into conversation wherever he feels they’re needed

Allura, on the other hand, is much like Pidge, and has an impressive vocabulary when it comes to curse words

Coran is used to it for the most part, but there are times when she gets really mad and he has to remind himself that, yes, she is a princess, and not some ruffian raised in a bar

The others pick up certain words as well, and use them randomly, which is all very comical, until Lance accidently called an important diplomat a word he heard Allura use once, and said diplomat happened to know the Altean language.

Needless to say Allura had to do some extensive ass-kissing to make up for that one

Coran decided to teach tell them what the words meant after that, and the team had never seen Lance go so red

Keith still makes fun of him for it

i just love the concept of stiles not being aware of his own attractiveness like

doesn’t notice immediately how his body has filled out in all the right places when he finally hits the big 18

doesn’t notice derek almost dropping several plates while they do the dishes at a pack meeting and stiles stretching lazily, arms high up in the air, shirt riding up, exposing his happy trail and sharp hipbones

doesn’t notice derek almost having an aneurism when stiles licks ice cream straight off those god damn fingers on a hot summer day

doesn’t notice the wood of the headboard of derek’s bed splintering under his palm when stiles bends over and down to pick up a college book that he dropped off the bed while doing homework at derek’s loft

doesn’t notice the ridiculous pink colour of the tips of derek’s ears when stiles shucks his shirt full of grime and blood in front of him after getting rid of the monster of the week

he does notice derek getting pissier and more irritated with him, avoiding him a little, clipped off answers and avoiding eye contact, bitching at him even more than usual and stiles just yells right back, “what the fuck is your problem lately, dude?!”, slightly hurt; he thought they were past this, and derek can smell doubt and slight fear on him, and that’s the fucking final straw and derek just backs him up against the door of stiles’ room, grabbing stiles’ face in both of his huge palms, snarling “you, you and your god damn– everything! your stupid forearms -and don’t even get me started on those stupid fingers- and your dumb pretty brown eyes and that god damn mouth of yours and y–”, he doesn’t get much further than that though, too busy being mauled by said mouth. 

not that he’s complaining. not anymore.

Trust Fall

Langst/Klance short fic

Trust is a weird thing, isn’t it? It’s something people take so seriously, yet they also turned it into a game. Lance just falls, and sees what happens.

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“Oof!”

Lance made a grunt sound as he hit the ground in front of Pidge. Pidge shook her head slowly, gripping her laptop closer to her body.

“I trusted you.” Lance narrowed his eyes up to her. He laid there, arms splayed on his sides, a pout playing on his face. “I even gave you a warning.”

Pidge rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Do you think I’m just gonna drop my laptop to catch you for your dumb game? I’m sorry, Lance, but I’m really busy right now.”

Lance pout deepens, but nodded his head in understanding as Pidge lowered her face to give him a smile.

“Next time buddy, okay?”

-

Lance wanted to try it again, but this time it was with Hunk.

Lance walked a slow pace towards Hunk, humming innocently and tunefully, his arms at his sides until he was a close enough to Hunk for him to make the catch.

“Trust fall!” Lance shouted, turning his back and letting gravity take him down, falling, hoping a pair of arms would catch him.

Sadly, there weren’t.

“Oh, Lance!!” Hunk shouted in surprise, almost dropping, his plates, “Stop doing that! I can’t catch you with my hands full!!”

Hunk set the plates he was going to use for the food later down, holding out his hand for Lance to take, which he does.

“I trusted you.” Lance chuckled jokingly, narrowing his eyes as he did with Pidge. He grabbed the plates down and handed them back to Hunk.

“Sorry, dude,” Hunk frowned as soon as his hands was full of the plates again. He shifted his arms for a better position for the plates, and smiled. “Just kinda caught me off guard.”

“Ahh, don’t worry, it’s just fun and games,” Lance shrugged, “Don’t drop me next time, butterfingers.” He chuckled, and Hunk gave him a smile and shook his head, nudging Lance’s arm with his own.

“Next time, buddy, okay?”

-

Keith was next on his list.

It was after training of course. Lance had waited for Keith to be done with the bot, as it fell hard to the ground in pieces, Keith ended the session and moved out of the training area, where Lance waits for him near the entrance.

Lance was a little nervous for this one, considering that he would expect Keith to be the last person to catch him. But reality is, Lance doesn’t care if Keith catched him or not.

Because he already trusts Keith with his life.

Lance cracked a smirk, his arms ready to be stretched out, falling back on either against the cold floor of the castle, or the warmth of Keith’s arms and body.

He popped out, seeing the surprise in Keith’s purple eyes, and fell back.

“Trust fall!!!” He yelled.

Gravity took him, but instead of a pair of arms catching him, it was the whole body instead, taking both Keith and himself to the ground.

Whoops.

“Agh, LANCE!!” Keith groaned, “Get your dead weight off of me!!”

Lance laughed playfully, like a puppy looking for attention.

“Keeeeeith,” he pouted, sitting up and straddling his hips purposely, “I trusted you!”

Lance could’ve sworn he saw a quick pink flush on Keith’s cheeks, but he let that thought out of his mind.

Keith pursed his lips, not knowing what to do as if Lance straddling his hips was a once in a life kind of thing.

Keith gritted his teeth. “Get. Off.”

Lance would be hurt by this, but he caught the flicker of a smile on the corner of Keith’s mouth, knowing he was enjoying this as much as he was.

“I swear to God, LANCE!!” Keith whined, “You’re crushing me!!”

Lance grinned widely, and crossed his arms, a thought running across his mind.

“Promise me you’ll catch me next time, then.” Lance smirked.

“Lance-”

Lance smiled again, taking his hands and tickling Keith’s sides, causing him to laugh uncontrollably. A laugh that could save his life, a sound that he finds the most comfort in when the days were dark.

Lance laughed wildly too. “Promise me!”

“I-haha!!-I-sTOP IT!!” Lance caught tears in Keith’s eyes from laughing too hard, clutching his sides and wiggling underneath Lance, his body warm from the contact.

“I PROMISE!!”

-

Lance decided that his next target shall be Shiro.

But hey, what other ways can he spend his time around the castle without having a little fun for himself?

He peered around the corridor wher he saw Shiro talking to Allura about what move they shall proceed next with Zarkon and his army at hand on one of the screens, dragging their hands across it as they make the plans.

Lance wonders if even Shiro would drop everything just to catch him.

Lance made a small smile to himself, and walked in unnoticed, not listening to the talk exchanges between Shiro and Allura.

“Trust fall!!” Lance smiled widely, confident that maybe he would be caught.

Instead, he had his trust back on the floor.

Allura yelped in surprise and confusion, and Shiro just groaned with frustration.

“Ahh, Lance!” He raised his voice, “Not now!!”

Lance felt his heart break just a little, but it was alright. It was only fun and games, anyways.

“I trusted you.” Lance pouted, chuckling again. His arms at his sides, his head tilted up to look at Shiro and Allura, who both towered over him like his parents would when he was about to get -dun dun dun- la chancla.

Lance’s chuckle turned more into a light hearted laugh. It was enough for Shiro to lower his gaze to a more calm expression, cracking a small smile as he helped Lance back up.

Allura raised an eyebrow, still confused. “Is this ‘trust fall’ an earth thing?”

“Kind of,” Shiro chucked, “Hey, Lance, maybe you should stop doing this to everyone. We’re not always gonna be prepared, you’re always catching us off guard.”

Lance felt a small frown forming on his mouth when looked down, staring the ground where he was just laying. He felt a little guilty annoying everyone.

That “trust fall” thing was only something that he would do with his siblings, who no matter what they were doing or how annoyed they were, they would drop everything just to catch the boy in their arms.

It was all just fun and games, right?

“Sorry, Shiro,” Lance chuckled sheepishly, “I was just trying to pass the time.”

Allura grinned, “Well, you’re in luck Lance. Shiro and I have just finished our plan for when we infiltrate the Galra. Get the others, too. Are you ready?”

Lance’s eyes went up, a small smile finding its way back on his face.

-

He decided to do it just one last time.

-Run.-

-Run.-

-Run.-

That’s all that came to his mind. That’s all he wanted to do. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Lance was the one who drew the attention. He drew the attention away from Shiro and Pidge, so that they could get closer to what they needed.

Lance felt himself cornered, surrounded by the Galra.

He lifted his gun, ready to fire when they did.

And when they did, he just wasn’t quick enough to avoid all four guns aiming and firing him.

He remembers hearing the blast ricochet from all four.

He remembers their taunting words, how -useless- he was and how -irritating- he must be for his teammates to leave him all alone.

He remembers the aching pain from his chest to his leg, a burning sensation that his grandchildren could’ve felt.

He remembers seeing the Galra fall back, leading themselves to believe that they have killed one.

He remembers standing on his two, thinking of the first time he walked his first steps towards his older brother, now thinking of how these were him possibly taking his last few steps.

He remembers hearing echoes of voices and blasts coming from the end of the corridor of the Galra ship.

He remembers hearing Keith’s shouts stand out from the rest.

He remembers Keith’s laugh and his smile, which urges him forward.

Holding his sides, cracking his smile possibly for the last time, he takes bigger steps to get closer to Keith, who was crouching down behind a busted machine, a good hideaway from the Galra’s blasts.

As Lance got closer, he took smaller steps, croaking out his next words.

“Trust fall.”

Although, instead of falling back, he fell forward, gravity pulling him down, expecting to feel the cold ground of the Galra ship.

Instead he felt a pair of arms in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw a sight of someone, an expression he hopes to never see on his face again. The expression of pain and concern, eyes wide in panic. Brows furrowed worriedly, and mouth tightened as if trying to hold in the sobs. He saw the tears prickling his face.

Lance didn’t want to see that. He didn’t want to see Keith like that ever again.

“I trust you,” Lance chuckled, feeling Keith adjusting him in his arms, cradling him close to his own body, despite the fact that he was being drenched in Lance’s blood.

“S-Shut up, Lance, j-just-shut-,” Keith choked, trying to get a hold of himself. “You’re gonna be alright, you’re gonna-you have to-”

Lance lifted his hand and tangled it in Keith’s hair. He just wanted to see Keith smile one more time. He saw Keith shout something into his intercom of his helmet frantically.

Lance felt Keith tighten his grip on him when he felt himself drift away, as if he believes that the tighter he held on, the longer Lance will stay.

“I’m..not going a-anywhere Keith, but you..don’t n-need me,” Lance just laughed, “I’m just the s-seventh wheel.”

Lance was so close to Keith that he could hear the breath caught in Keith’s mouth.

“No, y-you’re not, you idiot,” Keith’s tears rolled down his cheeks, “Y-You weren’t supposed to go out like this. You -aren’t- supposed to–We were just getting-,” he sniffled, laughing like him crying was so stupid, “getting started.”

Lance laughed, and hugged himself closer to Keith, taking in his scent, even if his blood spilled over him.

Finally, he heard other voices, other hands trying to help him up. But all he did was held onto Keith tighter.

All Lance wanted to do was just lay there, knowing that his silly little trust fall wasn’t all stupid. He wanted to lay there, with Keith holding him close as if he was precious cargo. The longer Keith held on, the longer Lance will hold on.

Trust is a precious cargo that Lance likes to hold on. It’s funny, you know. The way it’s been made into a kind of game he held on as a kid? The way he trusts Keith with his own life. The kind of trust that turns a certain bond into something more than one person hoping the other will catch them.

It’s funny, the way he believes that falling is just like flying, except there’s a more permanent destination. Whether it’s the cold floor of a castle or a ship, or the warmth of someone who cares about him.

It all was just fun and games, right?

Protection

Request: Can I request one where Tony Starks little sister is in a failing relationship? They were at the tower arguing and Tony came in the room just as the guy was hitting her? But before Tony could do anything Bucky storms over and knocks the guy through the wall. She tells him it’s been going on for a while and she was scared to say anything about it.

Note: for anyone in an abusive relationship or family, I hope you know you’re strong enough to get out. reach out to someone that can help. without further ado, thanks for the request, darlin! I hope it doesn’t suck, omg. leave a comment and let me know your thoughts! .c


You weren’t sure how it happened; what changed. Everything was going smoothly, you were happy. Your world felt perfect. The honeymoon phase had gone and passed, and it still felt like a fairy-tale relationship. He was a gentleman - the type that opened your car door for you and made sure your seat-belt was tight enough before he drove off. The type that held open doors and pulled your chair out, took care of you when you were sick and rubbed your feet after working all day. Your relationship was one of which little girls dream to have when they get older - full of love, loyalty, and everlasting happiness.

Sadly, not everything is as it seems. Behind closed doors, that gentleman you fell in love with, along with those eyes and that shining smile that made you feel fireworks in your belly, turned cold and everything went wrong. Three words kept your feet planted. 

Your feet always did become tired after being on them for too long.


The team had left for a mission, one you were able to get out of so you could spend your three year anniversary with your boyfriend while they were gone. It felt normal again, like the worst was over with and you could let go of what has happened. You made dinner for the both of you; his favorite dish. You wanted to stay in and have a more intimate evening than be in the eye of a crowd on such a special occasion.

Everything was perfect for a few hours. And then it wasn’t. He complained about his job while eating, which you listened to because you care, then he started talking about moving away, getting out of this place. You noticed the way his eyes darted around the large kitchen in the Avengers Tower. You had a gut feeling he meant this place in particular.

Your life was here. A well paying job, saving people alongside your friends, your brother was here, your friends, and New York City was your home. There’s no way you were going to give this up. 

The loud clank of a fork dropping against the ceramic plate caused you to flinch in your seat after you spoke your mind. His hard stare bore into your eyelids as you stared down at your dinner with a fast beating heart. Your palms grew damp as his breathing became erratic. 

“Excuse me?” His voice was rough and low. You looked up and his fists were clenched, the skin pulled tight against his knuckles. Those of which you’ve had contact with more times than you could count. Sighing softly, you kept your cool. 

You avoided his eyes as you chose your words carefully. “My life is here.” Your voice didn’t come out as you had hoped, you sounded small. His nostrils flared and he jolted from the table, his thighs knocking against the edge, causing his glass to fall over and his drink to spill. Your body jerked at the action and you hoped he wouldn’t do anything. 

Even hope fails sometimes.

He stormed out of the room and your eyes followed his tensed body. You sighed and rest your elbows on the table, rubbing your temples for a few moments. It’s the night of your anniversary and spending it arguing was not in your plans, so you wanted to fix this now. Scooting your chair back, you left the mess as is and went to find him. 

You stepped into your bedroom and watched him pace back and forth, pulling at his hair. “Baby, can we just ta-” His head shot towards you and his eyebrows were creased together. “I don’t want you here anymore!” He yelled, the vein in his neck protruding. You stepped towards him and scoffed. “This-this is my life! I’m not throwing it away!” Your voice was louder and it surprised him. 

Anger started to overtake every emotion you had. “I’m sorry but if you don’t like it, then I don’t know what to tell you.” You shrugged and he laughed, deep and menacing. “What I say goes, sweetheart. You’re mine!” He said it as if you were his property and you stood silent. 

“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that!?” Your mouth fell open as he continued to yell at you. All of what he said was a lie, you do everything for him. For years you’ve been nothing but good to him.

“How am I a bitch? Because I don’t want to do what you want to do for once? I could be out with my team right now saving people but I chose to spend tonight with you!”

Your voice was just as loud as his but you didn’t care. You both knew you weren’t giving up your life here. What you didn’t know, was that the whole team was listening since they had all just arrived and heard you two in the quiet tower, and two men were making their way up to you.

He took a step towards you and gripped your arm, jerking you in place, his face mere inches from yours. You struggled in his grip and tried to pull it away but his grip was too tight. “You’re hurting me, stop it!” Your eyes filled with tears and your lip trembled. 

His jaw clenched as his grip got even tighter, causing you to yelp. Your fingers dug into his hand but it wouldn’t budge. “I don’t fucking care! You’re mine and we’re leaving! What I say goes!” You ignored the pain in your arm and shoved his chest with your other hand this time. He stumbled a tad then he gripped both of your arms so you couldn’t fight back.

“I grew up here, I’m not leaving just because you want me to!” Your words only angered him more. You were denying him what he wanted and he hated it. His face came even closer to yours and you cowered away as best you could. 

He let you go with a growl and you hissed at the pain, the throbbing in your arms was excruciating. He started pacing again, his fists clenched. You couldn’t take this anymore. The only thing you were leaving is him and this is the moment you’ve been waiting for deep down. Your eyes spilled tears as you gathered the courage to speak.

“We’re done.” Your voice shook and you wiped at your cheeks. 

Suddenly, he turned around and lifted his hand in the air, but before he could strike, a large body ran into him, both of them going straight through the wall and into the room beside yours. You screamed and jerked away as you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. Your brother was standing there, his eyes wide with shock and anger.

He pulled you into his chest and the reality of what could’ve happened, yet again, settled in. You sobbed into his chest and he pulled you out of the room. Before you were out all the way, you looked inside and saw Bucky punch your boyfriend - ex boyfriend - in the face, yelling something you couldn’t make out. 

Steve met you and Tony in the hallway, his eyes falling on Tony’s for a split second. Steve clenched his jaw as his eyes landed on your sobbing figure. “What happened? Are you okay?” He made to reach out to touch you but Tony wouldn’t let him. “Get Barnes.” Your brother rasped and Steve gave him a curt nod. Bucky’s yells were still coming from your room, seemingly getting louder as the seconds passed.

Tony took you into the common room and sat you down on the couch. You were shaking and crying as he held you in his arms. The tower was so silent, you could hear Steve yelling below at Bucky. 

“You’re going to kill him!” 

“He deserves it!”

“Buck, STOP!”

“You fucking piece of shit! How dare you!”

“Bucky, he’s out cold!” 

“I don’t fucking care! He hurt her!”

Tony reached for a remote on the coffee table and turned on his stereo, keeping it loud enough to drown out their yells. You always loved classical music and you felt yourself starting to calm down as the minutes passed. Your breathing slowed but you were still shaken up. 

Tony turned to you and you avoided his eyes. “Y/N…” He gulped, trying to figure out how to ask this. You wiped your nose and sighed. “I didn’t know what to do, Tony.” Your voice cracked and Tony pulled you back into his arms, rubbing your back. He lightly shushed you as you sobbed loudly. 

“Never again. Never. Again.” He repeated his words as a promise to you. He wanted to go down to your room and take care of your ex but he knew Bucky had done enough damage already. You needed him more anyways. 

You pulled away from Tony and was about to say something until Bruce came in. He had a few cuts on his face and you knew the mission must’ve been tough since he was fighting along with them. Guilt surfaced.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but do you need… Did he.. Are you-” It was hard for him to ask if you were hurt or needed help, so you just nodded. Tony and Bruce then escorted you to the medical room. You remained quiet and so did they. The atmosphere was too fragile for speaking. But you knew you’d have to sooner or later.

Bruce checked out your arms, applying gentle pressure until you winced at the pain. He told you there was bruising but thankfully nothing was broken from what he felt. After that, he set you up to take some x-rays. He jotted everything down on your clipboard. He has one for everybody; saving the world and its people comes with broken bones and wounds. 

You could detect a change in Bruce as you walked out from behind the machine. “You have a broken rib on your left side.” He walked you over to the photos of your x-rays. He pointed it out and your stomach sank as you bowed your head and bit the inside of your lips. 

He looked at you, sighing. “So, two weeks ago, on the mission when you-” You nodded your head. You were arguing with your boyfriend about some guy hitting on you at a bar that night. It wasn’t your fault yet you suffered the consequences by being slammed into your dresser. Your excuse was a guard kicking you during a mission the next day.

“It was him.” He breathed out, looking back at your x-rays. The sound of the door slamming shut made you flinch - though nearly everything did. You thought it was him coming after you, but you saw Tony marching away through the glass doors. He was still angry, probably blaming himself for not noticing this before.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” You quietly excused yourself and Bruce nodded, giving you a tight lipped smile. Your mind was racing with thoughts as you followed after your brother. Where would your ex go? Is Bucky okay? Did Steve get him away before he killed your ex? Will everyone judge you for staying when they find out?

Your thoughts were silenced when you arrived at the common room. Tony and Bucky were talking and you stood in your spot, eavesdropping. “He’s definitely getting locked up. I don’t want him anywhere near her ever again.” Bucky was breathing heavily and Tony hummed in agreement. 

“I wish she would’ve come to me. I could’ve stopped this.” Tony sounded sad now, his anger leaving his body as he thought about it. Bucky sighed and you peeked around, seeing him lay his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Look, none of us would’ve known. It’s not your fault or hers.”

Your eyes burned with tears and you left before you were seen. You didn’t feel guilty for not telling them, they knew you couldn’t. In a situation like that, nobody could really know what would happen if you tried to leave. The first time you did, you had to pack on make-up to hide a black eye. You thought staying was the safest option - you were wrong. But leaving wasn’t so easily done.

You asked Friday to let everyone know you needed to be alone for a few hours to clear your mind. As you entered your room, your eyes went straight to the huge hole in the wall. It would need to be replaced but that was the least of your worries right now.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out onto your balcony. It was slightly windy and you looked out across the area, the sound of the city below calmed your nerves only slightly. The sun was setting and you felt a small wave of peace. You were finally free from him and the torment. But not entirely. 

The door opened suddenly and you were immediately alert, the hair on your arms standing up straight. “It’s me.” Bucky could see your tensed muscles and he kicked himself for it. Had your ex not done those things to you, you wouldn’t be so scared with someone enters a room, or when you hear someone yelling or slamming something. Noises like that terrified you.

Bucky walked up beside you, watching the city bustle with cars and people. He looked down at his hands, all clean from the blood from earlier, some from the mission and some from your ex. You could hear his breathing, it was ragged and shallow. He looked back out towards the city and everything was blurry now from his tears.

“How long?” His whisper mixed with the wind but you caught it. You swallowed thickly. “Two years.” Your voice was barely over a whisper and you could see Bucky slump his shoulders from your peripheral. “Why?” His voice shook and your eyes filled with tears yet again. 

“He said he loved me.” Your lip trembled and you shook your head, not seeing how untrue those words were until now. Bucky clenched his jaw, glancing at your face. Oh how he wished he hadn’t because it made him want to have his hands around your ex’s neck again. It took everything in him not to leave and go finish it.

“I was so scared to say anything. I thought that…that maybe the first time was just an accident.” Your voice cracked and Bucky pulled you into his body and held you close. He was shaking with anger, his eyes shut tightly as he imagined the things your ex did to you. Holding you was his anchor right now.

Bucky pressed his lips to your head and you leaned further into him. “Y/N, you’ll never have to see him again. That was not love. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” He whispered in your ear, his voice full of certainty and sadness.

You nodded against his chest and sighed. “I feel so stupid, Bucky. He-he wanted me to leave and I didn’t want to, I couldn’t. Then like every time we argue, he just lost it. I feel so weak.” You sniffled and gripped Bucky’s shirt tightly, as if he’d disappear and you were just dreaming and you’d wake up next to your ex, trapped in fear.

Bucky pulled away and let his flesh hand hold your cheek as softly as he could. “God, Y/N, no. No, you are not weak. Don’t say that, not around me, not ever. H-he could’ve killed you.” His voice cracked this time, his blue eyes pooling with tears. The longer Bucky stared into your eyes, he realized just how much he wanted to show you what love really is. But not yet. He could only protect you for now. 

“Dammit, I could kill him. You deserve so much more, Y/N. If you’ll let me, I’ll protect you with my life. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” Bucky’s thumb caressed your skin and a tear fell down his cheek. You nodded, letting out a sob as you pulled Bucky in for a hug. His arms held you close and tight, blocking you from everything.

 For once in your life, you actually felt safe. 


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some holt family headcanons bc im die whenever i think abt them and the poster had me???? emotional here we go

  • matt and pidge have that thing where one of them poses a theoretical science question out of the blue and the other responds to it without fail
    • matt asks most of the time
    • “[drops fork on plate in the middle of eating dinner] do u think everett’s many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics has a world where the theory itself doesn’t exist and therefore disputes the whole reality of multiple universes coexisting w one another altogether and only has that one universe existing alone?”
    • “i mean given that the whole point of the multiple universe theory is that there’s gonna be at least one universe where something that’s real in one isn’t real in an-”
    • “children we’re eating”
  • one time mama holt got matt and pidge’s names mixed up while she was calling them for dinner and accidentally screamed “MATIE” and they never let her forget it
  • whenever pidge invents something she always Always shows it to matt first and each and every single time he gasps and his eyes light up and he just holds the thing in awe saying “what the fuck???? what the fuck What the Fuck WHAT!!!!!!” and pidge just has the biggest cheesiest grin on her face
  • every time matt and papa holt go out to head to the garrison pidge and mama holt stand by the open door w their dog and watch them go
    • matt and papa holt look back at them at least twice and smile and wave both times. pidge and mama holt always wave back no matter what
  • whenever they go out on a family date pidge and matt always walk behind their parents bc they love seeing them hold hands
  • pidge and matt might do literally anything for every single member of their family but they also roast them to no end???
    • “i know u love those peas dad” was only the tip of the iceberg
    • mom holt: u two watch too much ancient aliens matt: i saw u marathon 12 michael jackson conspiracy theory videos in a row mom mom holt: he’s alive, matthew
    • dad holt: each and every single star we see is in our sky is distinct and unique in its nature and interchanging them w one another is pure atrocity pidge: dad just last night u confused astronomy w astrology
    • their dog: sighs matt & pidge at the same time: same
    • matt: [flipping thru pidge’s baby pic album] darwin’s theory of evolution is so beautiful :)
    • matt: [trying to style his hair by constantly ruffling it on the dining table before heading to the garrison] pidge, eating her peas: this is the most intense form of pretentious dishevelment i have ever seen in my life

i can’t tell what’s funnier, taako and lup being like brother-sister weirded out by the other one’s relationships, we’re talking like, lup making the world’s lamest innuendo to barry as they’re cleaning up the dinner table and taako yelling “EWWWWW” and dropping the plates he’s holding on the floor and they shatter as taako sprints from the room. we’re talking justin mcelroy listening to his father talk about sex levels of “GOD, NO, IM DYING SOMEONE PLEASE PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY IVE DIED AND IM DEAD”. we’re talking lup getting a spritz bottle and spraying taako with water if he tries to give kravitz a goodbye kiss before work

OR taako and lup being best-friends-and-absolutely-nothing-you-can-say-will-phase-me because they did grow up together on their own for decades, so maybe after a point they just maxed out on grossness. of course, this would lead to some dinner conversations where both of them have had a little wine and are flirting with sharply decreasing subtlety with their respective boyfriends (krav and barry are slightly uncomfortable but ok until the twins have the convo “mind if we take the guest room? we’re gonna need the space IF ya know what i mean” “sure, sure, but you might have to dry clean the rug in here that cool? also can i grab some fantasy condoms from in there first” “yeah you got it bro”)

“love" by jack zimmermann || a zimbits fic || 3.3k

“Come in.” Bitty thanks the lord for the legitimate reprieve from the essay he’s been painfully forcing himself through all afternoon.

Jack enters, looking happier than normal. Bitty sees why immediately, and the smile that came onto his face when he saw Jack slips right back into a frown. Jack’s holding another memory card.

“I’m got some new footage,” Jack says in confirmation of Bitty’s fears.

“Jack, you’ve got to stop giving me new material.”

Jack’s smile drops at Bitty’s harsh tone, and his eyebrows draw together in a way that would be adorable if not for the circumstance and the fact Bitty is the one to make them that way. “Why?”

“Coz, honey, it’s not gonna help.” Bitty’s too exhausted to bother being embarrassed that the endearment slipped out.

Jack opens his mouth lamely. He looks down at the memory card in his hand then back to Bitty with sad eyes.

“Sit down.” Bitty gestures to his bed, thankful that he made it earlier while procrastinating. He rubs his sore eyes as Jack perches on the bed, then sighs out.

“Your assessment is to create a two-minute video based on love, yes?”

Jack nods. Bitty rubs at his eyes again, thinking of how to be honest without being hurtful.

“You’re an amazing photographer, and it comes across.” Jack picks his head up, looking hopefully at Bitty. It breaks his heart to have to continue. “But there’s no story here. There’s no love. I mean, unless your story is that you really love your camera. I can’t… I’m sorry, I can’t help you make anything out of this.”

Bitty tries to make his voice gentle. Jack turns his head away from Bitty anyway, but not quick enough that Bitty can’t see the hurt.

Bitty’s happily been helping Jack with his AV assessment after Jack asked. He gets to spend time with Jack doing something that Jack loves. But now he owes it as a friend to tell Jack the truth, even if it makes them both sad.

“Sorry, Bits,” Jack mumbles, still not looking at him.

“It’s alright.” Bitty already feels a little guilty for springing it on Jack with no warning. He crosses his arms, then realises that may come across as defensive if Jack ever looks back at him, so rests them back on his knees. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, I just want you to do well.”

Jack gives a brisk nod, but still avoids looking back at Bitty.

Bitty’s not sure what else he can do for Jack, so he simply waits.

Jack clears his throat after a moment and stands up. He looks at the memory card before putting it into a pocket.

“Thanks anyway. Sorry for interrupting your essay.”

“It’s alright,” Bitty repeats, but Jack’s already out the door.

Bitty slumps into his seat and stares at his closed door. He really didn’t mean to hurt Jack, but he didn’t think what he said would be that much of a shock either. Jack’s not ignorant to emotion, no-matter what the news articles sometimes say about him.

He swings his chair back round to stare at his essay, starting up on it again as a distraction.

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Itch

Well, you wanted it, so, I wrote this like ten minutes before I took a shower.

I gave up my shower for you. @sweetpopcornkat

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


There’s an itch.

It’s a familiar itch, the one that urges him to touch, stroke and caress gently against a pale skin. Lance doesn’t fight, not anymore, he allows himself to let go and sigh pleased when his fingers find Keith’s mop of black hair and he stats running them through it, carefully and gently in hopes of not waking up the sleeping teen on him.

It’s sight that he thinks he will never get used to and he’s more than okay with that, because he doesn’t think he will ever get tired of his heart fluttering excitedly as he catches Keith’s soft round cheeks covered in a faint blush with a ghost smile lingering on the corner of his lips.

He hums quietly under his breath, an old song that his mama used to sing to him before bed, sometimes right after a nightmare, and he smiles fondly when Keith’s form snuggles closer to his chest, a soft sigh leaving his mouth.

It makes him chuckle, untangling himself from his boyfriend’s grip carefully before he slips out and leaves the room. There’s a rumble inside him that tells him that food is necessary and when most of the time he would ignore it, something tells him that it’s heavily important at the moment.

He comes back not even fifteen minutes later with an extra plate of food goo and the new sight that greets him is accompanied with a sleepy smile from Keith and a held up hand towards him.

“Hey there,” Keith whispers, low and still heavy with sleep, hand still reaching for Lance, “I missed you.”

Lance shakes his head in amusement before he drops the plate on the drawer next to the door. “I was only gone for like, ten minutes, babe.”

Keith’s seems to ignore him, because he only repeats himself. “I missed you.”

Lance frowns. “Keith –“

“I miss you.” Keith whispers, features changing, smile dropping and eyes wide.

“Babe.” Lance says in concern, taking a step forward, hand reaching to hold Keith’s but after two steps, the hand is nowhere closer to his own and Lance’s breath hitches, “Keith –“

“Lance,” Keith mumbles, sad and desperate, “Lance, please come back.”

“I’m – I’m trying –“

“I miss you.”

“Keith –“

“Come back.”

He gasps, the air around him not enough to fill in his lungs and something gets stuck in his throat as he tries to take a deep breath. The lump makes it hard to swallow, sudden and sharp, but Lance does his best to slow down his breathing, mouth open in hopes to ease it.

He opens his eyes, blinking owlishly. It takes him a few ticks before his eyes are clear, adjusting to the sudden darkness that surrounds him, but he can easily recognize the dark purple glow on the edge of his vision.

The floor of his cell is as dirty as the day he got locked up, half eaten meals and broken pieces of his armor being the only thing decorating the small space. How long as it been since he got captured? Hours? Days? Months?

How long until his team comes?

How long until he realizes and accepts they won’t?

He takes a deep breath, ignoring the painful tug in his stomach when he tries to sit up and then he’s leaning against the wall, staring that the purple glow on the right corner of the cell silently and his insides twist unpleasantly when it doesn’t resemble the kind of purple he aches to see. The kind of purple that only comes at dusk back on earth or the one that will always appear in Keith’s eyes when the blue glow of the Castle’s light will hit them just right.

It doesn’t resemble Keith’s dilated pupils when Lance would be caressing his cheek lovingly before dropping a kiss against his lips, breathing in the small gasp of surprise that would escape the teen.

It doesn’t resemble anything from home and Lance doesn’t even try to hide his tears.

The itch comes back, but there’s nothing for him to reach out anymore.

Best Nap Ever

Harrison Osterfield ~ Tom Holland Fan Club

Originally posted by wannawatchfriends

Prompt:
You find a nap buddy that doesn’t want to nap anymore as much as you beg him to.

Requested by: @tanovic54321 wanted a fluffy Harrison imagine so

Written By: Head Honcho - Zoe

Reader: Could be any

Warning: Fluff, long af

A/N: Inspired by the episode in FRIENDS when Joey and Ross take a nap together. Also, I called that ‘fancy’ chair that actors get (the wooden foldable chair with the black ‘padding’ a director’s chair. Idk, I googled what it was but it was just that.

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“Gotta head to set.” Tom stretches as he stands up from your couch.

“Aw.” You frown, pausing the scary movie Tom thought it would be smart to watch. “You guys are going to leave me in such a vulnerable state?” You pout out your bottom lip as they make their way towards the door.

“Harrison can stay.” Tom offers, you smile while Haz’s eyes widen.

“Really?” You gape, holding a pillow to your chest.

“Yeah, yeah.” The brunette nods, sending a smirk to his friend. “I’ll shoot you a text if I need a coffee or something.” He hits his arm and walks out of the trailer, closing the door behind him.

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Ace Dex combating the casual aphobia that we all deal with at some point.  

“Dude, you’ve never done the nasty?”

Dex rolled his eyes, hard. Whiskey’s tone was just this side of shocked, and it made Dex was to take back the fact that he had said anything at all. It wasn’t exactly that he expected the team to be more understanding than other people, but he hoped that was the case, anyway.

On top of that, Whiskey managed to catch the attention of Ransom and Holster, who were walking past, heads close together.

“Wait, what’s this about someone never smuggling the ol’ bone?”

Ransom gave Holster a critical look, then grinned in that way that only someone on the wrong side of tipsy can. “Playing hide the sausage.”

Holster countered quickly with, “Making the beast with two backs.”

“Assault with a friendly weapon.”

“Entangling the lower beards.”

“Joint sessions of Congress.”

Holster held out a fist. “Bro, pound it out for that one.”

With a solemn nod, Ransom offered tapped his fist to Holster’s. Dex hoped that their (truly awful) back and forth would distract them from what was going on, but instead they plopped onto the couch to join in the conversation. Well, they pushed their way onto the couch, which was already too full, Ransom on one end and Holster in the middle of Nursey and Dex.

Whiskey pointed in Dex’s general direction, and told the captains, “Apparently, Dex has never had sex.”

Holster threw a big arm around Dex’s shoulder and turned toward him. Dex could smell tub juice wafting off of him. “Dex! My dude. My man. Bro. We gotta resolve this.”

“It’s not a problem. There’s nothing to resolve.”

On the other side of Holster, Dex could see his boyfriend’s concerned face. Nursey knew that Dex’s sexuality (well, his asexuality) was still a touchy subject. On the best of days, it was hard for him to have a conversation about. On the days after a game loss and with a group of drunken and less than subtle frat boys, well…. Chances were that it wasn’t going to go well.

“No, but Dex. Dexy. Dex. Sex is so good. Tell ‘im, Rans, tell him about… Shit, what’s a good one for Dex? Crab fishing in the dead sea.”

Dex scrunched up his face. “Dude, that’s fucking gross. And no, whatever fucking euphemism you use, the answer is no.”

On the other side of Holster, Nursey stood up and held a hand out to Dex, and yeah, that sounded like a better idea than having a discussion about life choices with a very drunk Holster. Dex pushed off the couch with a solid fist to Holster’s thigh, maybe a little harder than strictly necessary. He followed Nursey under the caution tape and up the stairs to Chowder’s room.

They spent the rest of the not-kegster (because apparently it could only be a kegster if they won the game) hiding out, watching Brooklyn-99. Dex could feel Nursey sending him concerned looks, but he ignored them. They fell asleep together, cuddling on the thin mattress.

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Shattered

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“Shawn!” She calls out. She waits a second for him to respond but hears nothing. “Shawn!” She calls louder. 

The music on goes softer and she thinks that he’s heard her. But then nothing.

“Shawn.” She says one more time, out of patience. 

“Give me a few minutes.” He says, yelling from his studio.

“No.” She says, fed up, “I need you now.” 

She’s standing on the counter, trying to get the china down. His parents were coming over for dinner, and she wants to impress Karen. So she’s making a big meal of Pasta with a side salad and garlic bread. 

“Hold on.” He calls back. 

“Shawn.” She says, the plates she’s holding getting heavier. 

“WAIT!” He growls, startling her. He’s been distant and moody lately but he hasn’t been that aggressive. 

The plates are getting heavier, her fingers are slipping. She can’t help it, her fingers give out and she drops the stack of plates to the ground. They crash to the floor causing a huge boom and sound of shattering ceramic. She yelps as a piece bounces off the side of the counter cutting her foot. 

Shawn comes tumbling out of his studio, running towards the sound she had just made. He looks scared, eyes wide searching for her.

He wants to know what just happened, and more importantly that she’s okay.

She stand’s there, on the counter, looking at her foot that is now bleeding. 

“What the fuck?” He asks breathless.

“Thanks for the help.” She sneers at him.

“This is my fault?” He asks, confused.

“I was calling you for a fucking reason Shawn, not to just see your annoying ass face.” 

“Hey.” He says, gaze softening. A little hurt at what she just said. 

“And now all our China, fucking ruined.” She groans looking at the floor. 

He stares at her, she never curses as much as she is right now. But she has completely lost her patience with him. He is always in the fucking studio, and never is around when she needs him. He’s more at home when he’s on tour. 

“What the fuck am I going to serve our dinner on? You mom is coming for dinner, she got us the fucking China.” She wipes her face, so stressed out. 

The idea of Karen finding out that the super expensive China she had specially picked out and paid for is now a shattered mess on the floor is giving her anxiety. 

“We’ll just get some more.” He shrugs.

“She’ll know Shawn, she’ll fucking know.” She hisses at him.

“Why are you angry with me?”

“Because you’re never fucking here!” She screams at him.

“What are you talking about, I’m right here.”

“Yeah? Then why is our China a fucking shattered mess on the fucking floor? Why? Oh yeah because you were here to grab it from me when I called for you four fucking times. Or when I asked you to pick up the groceries but you ‘forgot, sorry was at the studio babe’,” She mocks him. “Making me have to leave work early so I could go get the groceries.” 

“I’m sorry.” He shrugs.

“But you’re not.” She sighs, getting even more pissed off that he doesn’t seem to care. “And then I ask you to help me make dinner because, well your mom’s coming and I wanted your help so I didn’t fuck it up myself, But it was ‘Gonna finish this song, but you got it.’ so here we are. I haven’t even started on the food, our dishes are a fucking mess on our floor and your family is gonna be here in less than twenty minutes.” 

“Y/n.” He says looking up at her, she’s still standing on the counter, foot still bleeding. 

“Can you help me down, my foot is fucking killing me.” She says, eyes fierce.

“Christ Babe, you’re bleeding.” He says finally looking down at her foot. He walks over, shoes still on, walking over the dishes on the floor. He picks her up bridal style taking her to the bathroom so she doesn’t bleed on the carpet. He starts to tend to her foot but she is still pissed.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” She hisses. 

“You’re bleeding.” He says like that fixes everything. Like is magically makes her anger go away. 

“I need you to get the fuck out of this bathroom.” She says staring up at him, he looks at her with concern in his eyes. “I need you to figure out dinner, I honestly don’t care anymore. Your mom can think I’m the biggest fuck up of a wife, that’s cool. I just need five minutes.” 

“You are not a fuck up of a wife.” He immediately says with hurt eyes.

“Well it feels like it, can you please just leave me alone.”

“No way am I leaving you alone, Babe what did you say?” 

“Shawn.” She says growing frustrated again. “We need to at least have food for your family. We don’t have time for you to sit here and try to make me feel better because that’s not gonna fucking work. If you don’t get food then at least clean up the kitchen.” 

“Y/n.” He lingers, she can tell that he’s not sure what to do. He hates when she feels bad about herself, and does whatever he can to make her feel better, but she’s telling him to leave. He just looks so lost. 

“GO Shawn!” She says pointing at the door. He takes a little bit but walks out of the bathroom. She sighs and hangs her head, really wanting to cry. 

She almost let yourself cry, she almost let a tear fall. She doesn’t cry though. She knows that if she starts crying she’ll be seen as weak and not strong enough for him. 

She tries to attempt to stop the bleeding from her foot, wrapping it with bandages. She can hear the Mendes clan walk into the house, asking about her.

She stands to go greet them but when she does she starts to feel faint. She leans against the door, taking in deep breaths, trying to get the black that’s crowding her vision to go away. 

“Y/n?” Aaliyah asks, trying to find her. She doesn’t have enough energy to call out to her. But she finds Y/n anyway. “Y/n?” She asks, more worried now. She rushes to Y/n’s side.

 “Liyah.” She choke out, her head now pounding.

“What’s wrong? Why is there blood on the floor?” 

“Liyah I don’t feel good.” She’s nauseous now. 

“Y/n?” Aaliyah asks. She can feel yourself slipping. The grip on reality starting to fade away. She starts leaning into Liyah, not being able to support herself anymore.

“Shawn!” Aaliyah calls out, as she stumbles with Y/n to the ground. She’s moving the hair out of Y/n’s face, fanning her. “SHAWN!” She screams, as Y/n closes her eyes, suddenly super tired.

“What? What’s wrong? Y/n?” He asks. He rushes to her side. “What the fuck happened?”

“I don’t know, I walked in and she was like barely standing and then told me she wasn’t feeling good. Shawn why is there blood on the floor?”

“Jesus, we need to go to the hospital. Tell dad to start my jeep.” He says barking orders. “Baby, I’m here. I’m here now.” He says to her. She can feel him start to pick her up, holding her to his chest. He’s whispering that she’s okay, but she can’t tell if its for her or for him. 

“Shawn? What’s going on? Oh my god Y/n” She can hear Karen. She clutches Shawn’s shirt, trying to stay awake. 

“I’ve got you Baby. I’ve got you.” He says, now in the backseat of a car, stroking her hair. “Y/n? Can you look at me?” He whispers. She pries her eyes open to look into his brown ones. 

“I’m tired.” She whines.

“Just keep looking at me Baby.” He says, eyes so scared and worried. 

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When she wakes Shawn is not by her side, Karen is. She smiles when she sees that Y/n has opened her eyes.

“Hey.” She whispers looking over at Shawn, who’s asleep on another chair in the corner of the room. 

“Let him sleep.” Y/n says softly.

“He’s been up all night watching you.” 

“I’m sorry for such the scare.”

“You’re okay, we’re glad you’re okay.” 

“I don’t even really know what happened?”

“You were bleeding out.”

“Oh.” 

“Can I talk to you for a quick second?”

“Yeah.” She nods, sitting up. Karen takes her hand.

“Honey, I am not going to think you are a fuck up of a wife. I don’t care if you serve me dinner on paper plates. I don’t care if we have take out pizza. I just want you to be happy.”

“Karen.” She sighs.

“Shawn told me how stressed out you were, and you don’t need to be.” 

“Thanks.” She smiles, squeezing her hand. 

She was about to tell Karen about the small depressed state she has been in but Shawn interrupts.

“Hey, you’re up.” Shawn says sitting up. 

“I’ll give you a second.” Karen says getting up and walking out. Shawn gets up and takes the seat next to the bed. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Good, better.” She nods. “You didn’t have to tell your mom that I was stressed out.”

“I’m sorry, I just needed to get the thoughts out of my head. I’ve been sort of freaking out.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was going to happen.” 

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, but thanks for lying.” 

“Can you talk to me about how you’re feeling?”

“I said was good.”

“Not about that, why do you think you’re a fuck up of a wife?” 

“I don’t know, you’re never home and I had just broken all of our China.”

“What do you mean I’m never home?” 

“I mean, you’re physically in the house, but you’re never with me.” 

“I’m still confused.”

“Shawn, I feel as if the music is more,”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” He cuts her off. “You are so much more important than the music. You know that.” 

“Do I?” 

“I would hope so.”

“It hasn’t seemed like it lately.”

“Wow okay, I’m sorry. It’s me being the fuck up.” 

“Shawn.” She sighs.

“No, I’ve fucked up, majorly. But not anymore. You always come first, always. I talked to Andrew, I’m on break.”

“Shawn, don’t do that.”

“It’s already taken care of.”

“No Shawn, the album is more important than my insecure feelings.”

“No it isn’t. If your feeling insecure it’s my job to help you through it. You don’t have any reason to be insecure. And you are not a fuck up of a wife. You are the best fucking wife, I can’t picture my life without you. Don’t ever think that you are not important to me, you are the most important thing in my life.”

“I love you.” She cries holding his hand.

“I love you so much.” He says, standing to kiss her on her head. “I was so fucking scared. You were so pale, and you’re eyes were not the same. The beautiful life in your eyes, it was gone. You could barely keep your eyes open, and I was so scared I was going to lose you. You were so out of it when we got here, and I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my head. I was freaking the fuck out.” 

“I’m right here.” She says taking his face into her hands.

“And I’m so happy that you are.” 

“I’m happy that you’re here.”

“But Aaliyah is really freaked out because she was the one to find you, so can I got get her?”

“Can I just be with you for a second?” She asks as he sits down.

“Yeah Baby, I’m right here.”

“I know, I just need a few minutes.” 

“I’ve got you.” He says resting his on the bed, forehead touching hers. “I’ve always got you.”