electrical noises


On this day in music history: April 11, 1995 - “Astro-Creep: 2000 – Songs Of Love, Destruction And Other Synthetic Delusions Of The Electric Head”, the fourth album by White Zombie is released. Produced by Terry Date, it is recorded at NRG Studios in Los Angeles, CA from Mid - Late 1994. After nearly a decade together in which they have evolved from an underground metal band with solid indie cult following to Double Platinum sales with their third album “La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Volume One”, White Zombie find themselves under intense pressure to match or exceed their breakthrough album. The two and a half years touring in support of their previous record have taken a major toll. Exhaustion and infighting between the band members, all formerly close friends, have begun to drive them apart. The relationship between bandleader and lead singer Rob Zombie and bassist Sean Yseult who have been boyfriend and girlfriend for nearly eight years, also ends acrimoniously right before work on the next album begins. Their previous drummer Phil Buerstatte also leaves the band, and is replaced by former Testament and Exodus drummer John Tempesta. For “Astro Creep: 2000”, White Zombie work with veteran hard rock and metal producer Terry Date, best known for his work with Metal Church, Soundgarden and Pantera. Everything about making the album is a struggle as the band spend three tense months writing material for the project. Also supplementing the bands sound in the studio is keyboardist Charlie Clouser (Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson, Killing Joke), which incorporates more sampling and sequencing into their music. When it comes time to record, they end up recording their parts separately to avoid further acrimony. In spite of this, White Zombie’s creative muse remains intact, crafting a dark, groove oriented industrial metal masterpiece. The albums first single “More Human, Than Human” (#7 Modern Rock, #10 Mainstream Rock), inspired by dialogue from the science fiction classic “Blade Runner”, becomes an out of the box hit. It spins off two more singles including “Electric Head Pt. 2 (The Ecstasy)” (#27 Mainstream Rock) and “Super-Charger Heaven” (#39 Mainstream Rock). The album becomes White Zombie’s most successful album, receiving two Grammy nominations. But even the major success cannot hold the band together, and they split following the tour in support “Astro Creep”. The original issue of the album is given a limited vinyl release in the US and Europe, pressed on translucent blue and purple vinyl respectively. Another limited vinyl reissue on clear and red vinyl comes in 2007, with Music On Vinyl also issuing it as a 180 gram LP in 2012. “Astro-Creep: 2000 – Songs Of Love, Destruction And Other Synthetic Delusions Of The Electric Head” peaks at number six on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 2x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

Imagine: Benny Turning You

Request: So I saw that your requests were open and I couldn’t resist. Could you do an imagine where the reader is like dying but she doesn’t cause she asks Benny to change her and he does and he helps her adjust and live a ‘normal’ life like he does?? Thanks 

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Blood, near-death experience, basically dying to become a vampire, being a vampire? Is that a warning?

@weirdnewbie sorry it took so long, hun! I loved this idea so much and wanted to really get it right.

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Steve Harrington x Reader x Jonathan Byers: Scream Of The Banshee Part 4

A/N: After you reunite with Eleven, you start remembering bits and pieces of your past before Hawkins Labs. 

Originally posted by e-matthews

“(Y/N), do you know her?” Jonathan asked you gently as usual. “Friend.” Eleven whispered in your sweater. “Your friends with her? Who is she?” Mike asked her, making Jonathan look up at them. “(Y/N).” “(Y/N)? You mean the girl who disappeared?” Mike said and Jonathan looked at them weirdly. “What do you mean?” Jonathan asked Mike. You looked up from Eleven as Mike spoke to Jonathan.

Mike licked his dry lips before talking again. “When I was little, like about five years old… my mom had this newspaper in a box about…a missing girl. It said her name was (Y/N) (L/N). Eleven told me that she knew a girl named (Y/N). I didn’t think it was this (Y/N).” Mike explained. “She disappeared? My mom told me she moved away from Hawkins. Mike, can I look at that newspaper?”

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Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2155

Author: Kate the Dreamer

Warnings: There is kissing, but if that’s bad for you, you probably shouldn’t be on Tumblr…

A/N: So, this was a request a while back, and I meant it to be really simple and shirt and fluffy, but it’s not as much now… Hope you guys like it!

“Are you guys ready?” Tony’s voice crackled through the Avenger’s mission comm. You looked at Peter, all tensed up in his Spider-Man suit. He nodded silently, and you muttered a quick ‘affirmative’ into the mouth-piece. This was a simple reconnaissance mission for the Avengers, but you and Peter were rather nervous. You guys had never really been on an info retrieval mission before, and you were both very worried about screwing up. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Natasha had laughed a couple days before. “Just listen to Steve and Tony, and don’t take on guys you can’t beat!”

Peter grabbed your waist, and shot a web at the facility, silently pulling you towards the HYDRA base. It had been abandoned of all activity a few years back, but Tony had gotten a warning of a main-frame access from this location. The mission was simple: get in, neutralize any immediate threats, secure the area, transfer any SHIELD information onto a hard-drive, sweep the access point, and go eat ice-cream at the Tower. 

“Y/N.” Peter whispered, nudging your side to grab your attention. You shook your head to clear it, and focused your powers. A blast of energy fled from your body.

“If there were any security systems, they’re only smoking piles of wreckage now.” You said. Peter laughed quietly, trying to relieve the tension.

“Y/N, zap, clear the area.” Steve’s voice spoke in your ear.

“I’ll be right back.” You said. Peter realized that he was still holding onto you, and let go quickly. He was glad his mask was covering his heating blush. You concentrated your powers, and turned into an electrical surge, zipping around building, knocking out a few guards quickly. 

“Getting a little handsy there, Peter?” Nat laughed through the intercom. Peter’s blush grew uncomfortably hot as he heard a chorus of laughter from the rest of the team. You were going too fast to hear the message, and Peter was very grateful for that. After a few more seconds, you zapped back to where Peter was. You over shot slightly, and came into solid form right in front of Peter. You were dizzy, and the remaining kinetic energy launched you a few more inches forward. Peter jumped as you ran into him, and the next thing you remember was his muscular form under you. Peter groaned at the impact, and a blush flared in your cheeks. You and Peter tried to get up at the same time, and ended up right back in the position you had been previously. You were suddenly very jealous that Peter had a full mask, while all you had was a domino mask. It only covered your eyes, and your dark red blush was visible to the everyone. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, you hands on Peter’s chest so he wouldn’t try to get up again, unintentionally straddling him. A strand of your long Y/H/C fell forward, and tickled Peter’s nose. The eyes on his mask widened, and you looked at him confused until you realized what this looked like. The team was dying of laughter through the radio. You zapped up, and turned to look away from Peter.

“What now, Steve?” You asked, your voice shaking from embarrassment. 

“You and Peter need to enter the building again, and find the access point. We won’t we able to talk to you constantly while you’re in there, but we’ll be able to see you. Get the information on the drive, and clear the memory.”

“What are you guys doing? I thought you said you guys were going to help us!” You cried, getting more worried by the second. Since you had electrical powers, they didn’t really agree with technology and always seemed to fail when you were worried.

“We’re your brain, Sam is your eyes, Nat and Clint are you ears, and Bucky and Wanda are your back-up fists. Let Peter do the computer stuff.” Tony said impatiently. Tony said some instructions for Peter that you didn’t pay attention to, you were too worried.

“Y/N,” Peter said, his embarrassment finding it’s way into his voice. “I, uh, I need to use both of my hands to web.” You looked at him blankly. His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck. “I’m, uh, sort of, uh, going to need to c-carry you b-bridal style to get us both into the building.” You understood instantly. Surely, there was some other way to get you both into the building, but Tony liked creating the most awkward situations possible. You nodded, and Peter scooped you up quickly, and you held onto his neck.

“Aren’t I heavy?” You asked quietly. Peter just laughed. Almost nothing was heavy to him anymore. 


Back in the lab, Nat took off her headset, and whispered something into Steve and Tony’s ears. They all started laughing. This was only awkward because you had both started liking each other, and you had both made the mistake of telling your mentors. Oh, were they planning on making fun of you.


Peter let you down, and you shakily stood up on your own. You zapped around and took out all of the security cameras that weren’t being used by Tony and Steve. You turned back to Peter. He had pulled off his mask, connected the hard-drive, and was trying to decode the program blocking him from access. You sat on the edge of the desk, keeping your distance from the tech equipment.

“I’m in.” Peter said, his chocolate eyes searching the screen while yours searched his face. His messy hair was hanging in front of his forehead a bit, and a warm blush was still present on his face. 

“Okay. How does the information look?” Steve asked, breaking the silence.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to talk once we got in.” You were very confused. 

“Conditions changed. Apparently you blew the network security grid, too.” Tony explained quickly. You bit your lip. Honestly, you had little to no control over your powers, except the simplest basics. Peter looked up from his screen for a second, and looked into your eyes. You caught his gaze, and he smiled. One of his hands left the keyboard to squeeze yours comfortingly. You smiled back, and the staring contest continued for a moment.

“More work, less goo-goo eyes, please.” Tony said sarcastically. Peter pulled his hand back, and you rolled your eyes, which made Peter laugh.

“Hey love-birds!” Nat’s voice rang in your ears. You blushed and Peter blushed at the name, and Peter tried desperately to keep his eyes off you. “So, Peter, who was that girl you had been talking about earlier? The really pretty one with the Y/E/C eyes that you loved so much?” Peter’s eyes widened as he continued to click files. You looked at him with confusion, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours. Of course, you didn’t know, but the girl that Nat was referring to was you.

“Y/N, weren’t you talking about that guy at school that you constantly stare at without realizing it?” Tony asked, and you froze. Peter looked at you, and you quickly shifted your gaze when you realized he was watching you stare. 

Peter. That conversation had been about Peter.

“Guys, Peter is trying to focus.” You said, your voice begging them to stop. Just because neither of you had the guts to confess your feelings, that hadn’t stopped the two of you from talking about each other constantly to the other Avengers. And everyone was fed up. 

“I found the file.” Peter said after a quiet minute. You were thanking the heavens that HQ had decided to shut up. 

“We– losin— onnection–” Your audio stream drifted in and out before cutting out all together in a crackle of noise. Little did you know, HQ still had perfect audio and visual views on the scene. But you and Peter were completely oblivious to that fact.

“I thought Liz had brown eyes.” You said quietly.

“She does. Wait, why do you say that?” Peter asked, pulling the hard-drive out of the jack.

“The girl Nat was talking about. I assumed it was Liz, but she has brown eyes.” You said, swinging your legs back and forth under the desk.

“Nat wasn’t talking about Liz. She was talking about y– someone else.” Peter said, catching himself just in time. You bit your lip, and looked at him. “Who was Tony talking about.”

“Um, just someone in one of my-our classes.” You said, avoiding his gaze.

“We have connection for a second. There’s something important you guys need to know.” Steve’ voice broke through the silent ear-piece, and you both listened carefully. “You both like each other.” The radio fell silent again. You and Peter looked at each other with wide eyes.

“You… you like me?” Peter asked.

“And, and you like me back?” You confirmed. He nodded. Peter stood up to walk over to you, but before he could even take a step, you flashed over to him, and held his face with your hands. “You really like my eyes?”

“They’re my favorite color. They’re almost as perfect as you are.” He said quietly, very different from his usual awkward demeanor. You smiled, your heart swelling, and your mind not believing one bit that this was actually happening. You both leaned in, and softly your lips connected. Peter’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your closer to him. You stood like that for almost a solid minute, when you heard the noise of electricity spark from the computer next to you. 

“Oh, crap. Oh crap.” You pulled away from him, inspecting the wreckage of the computer that had been demolished from your emotions taking a field day. This had happened before, which was mostly why everything in Stark Tower had 3 different ground wires to take the shock of your lapses. Peter rubbed your arm, and held you to his side.

“Oh, shoot!” Peter remembered. “I hadn’t cleared the memory yet!” You buried your face in your hands. Even with the luck of finding out that Peter liked you, you had still managed to screw up the mission. “Hey, I think we can still fix it. Try to overpower the rest of the cables, and I’ll destroy the SD card.”

Your energy was almost completely used up, but you nodded. You squatted next to some bare wires, and touched one of your fingertips to the exposed metal. You closed your eyes, and focused the last of your energy into the system. You opened your eyes after a little bit, and saw the rubber insulation bubbling as it melted. A few last sparks flew from the burned remains of the computer, and you stood up. Peter said your name, but you swayed on the spot slightly, not having enough energy to function. Your powers had used it all. Peter caught you as you collapsed, and webbed the both of you out of there.


You woke up on the couch next to the kitchen in the Tower. The sounds of the team talking happily in the kitchen rang through your ears, and you stood up, blinking away the blinding spots. You walked in quietly without grabbing anyone’s attention, and grabbed yourself a generous bowl of ice cream. You let the cold treat melt over you tongue when someone whispered in your ear.

“Hey.” Peter laughed as you jumped to face him, dropping your spoon. All the Avengers stopped talking, and they all watched you.

“Finally.” Bucky said, rolling his eyes.

“Finally what?” You asked. “How long was I out?”

“Oh, you weren’t out for that long, I was just saying ‘finally’ at the fact that you two are together.” Bucky said with a smirk.

“Finally.” Clint agreed. 

“T-that’s crazy! We’re not together.” Peter responded, and you both looked at each other.

“Tut-tut. Lying to your elders.” Tony said from the table. He turned the TV on, and a clip of the scene in the facility started playing.

“Busted.” Steve said with a smirk.

“Connection lost, why did we believe them again?” You theater whispered to Peter so that everyone would hear.

“You know, I think finally is actually the right word to describe our relationship.” Peter said, laughing at your face.

“Traitor! You’re taking their side!” You said swatting at his arm. Peter caught your wrist, and yanked it so you were against his chest. He kissed you forcefully, and you responded, realizing he was trying to get a point across to the rest of the team.

“Finally.” Multiple voices said. 

“Yes, yes we get it!” Tony yelled after a moment or two. 

“Ahh, come on, not while we’re eating!” Clint called.

“Don’t get too heated there, kids.” Steve commented. You blushed, and looked at the ground. You looked at Peter again, and laughed at his boyish grin,

“Finally.” You said softly.

Ease - Part 4




SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve given me so far! nicest fandom to be in tbh

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Tae [9:45]
cupcake shop. Be there at 10. I’VE GOT NEWS!!!!

Tae [10:01]
make that quarter past. Jin trapped me in the bathroom.

It was the morning after you had seen Taehyung kissing Yeji at the party, and with that image still fresh in your mind, you could already guess what Taehyung’s ‘big news’ was. It was surprising how quickly Taehyung wanted to discuss the situation, but then again, there had never been any secrets between you two.

Well, all except the one where you had a small crush on your best friend. Almost no secrets.

It took you five minutes to work up the courage to go into the main living area of your house, worried about meeting one of the girls on the way. You couldn’t deal with any more lectures about saving electricity or keeping the noise down, as you had enough on your plate as it was. Did those girls even understand what a tough time you’d been having?

Making your way out of your room cautiously, you paused as you spotted a girl sitting at the table in the kitchen area. Normally you would’ve made a quick exit, seeing as your housemates weren’t exactly the friendliest bunch. However, this girl you’d never seen before. Her short black hair was divided into two ponytails on each side of her head, and her pyjamas were pink and covered in teddy bears, making her very innocent-looking.

At this moment, the girl looked up and caught sight of you, her face lighting up. “Y/N!” she called out happily, standing up and giving you a bow. “Glad to finally meet you! Heard so many good things from Jiwon and Yeona; feels like I know you already!”

You stood there in silence, your eyes wide open in bewilderment.

“Wait… do you even know me?” she questioned, before breaking into fits of laughter, her hair flopping about like crazy. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Mijung.” When you still didn’t reply, she added, “I live here also.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, giving Mijung a weak smile. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Don’t tell me the others haven’t mentioned me? Yah, what have I told them about being polite? I bet they’ve been grumpy too. Had a lot of problems, so I’ve been told. But they seem to like you, so they can’t have been too bad!”

You almost choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry?” you spluttered. “They like me?”

Mijung nodded, her face frowning. “Haven’t they been very nice?” You didn’t reply, but your silence was enough confirmation. Mijung sighed, clutching her forehead as if she had a headache. “Yeona’s been having money problems. Her father lost his job so she’s probably very stressed, the poor thing. And Jiwon, she’s retaking exams and her parents aren’t happy about it. Those two not the most outgoing people to begin with, but I hope they haven’t been giving you too much trouble. I’ll have a word with them, don’t you worry. Then we can have a group meal this evening, get you some proper introductions. Tsk.”

Turning around, she went to the fridge and pulled out some more breakfast, adding to the pile she already had on the table. She was still talking, but quieter this time, as if she was talking to herself. “Those girls… they never do what I ask…”

Deciding it was best to be off, you left to meet Taehyung, immediately noticing how much happier you felt knowing at least one of your housemates wasn’t completely rude. You felt slightly guilty for judging Yeona and Jiwon so quickly, as you didn’t even think that they could be going through complications too. It explained a lot about their complaints. Got to stop thinking about yourself, Y/N, you thought firmly. No more wallowing in self-pity.

With that in mind, you strolled down the street with a new heart, brushing the one that had crumbled so easily the night before under the carpet.

You [10:09]
just met the last one of my housemates. imagine you after you’ve had three cups of coffee – that sums her up. 10:20 okay?

Tae [10:10]
I’m not afraid of competition. I’ve drunk two cups already and I can feel it in my bones

Tae [10:10]
Hurry up though, because I will eat your cupcake. The coconut and mango one.

You [10:11]

The cupcake shop was fast becoming one of your favourite places to be: set on the corner of a street, the wall of windows soaked up the sunshine of early spring. Small tables were set up in rows opposite the tills and cupcakes in the glass display, with soft brown chairs pulled up at each one. Taehyung was sat in one of those chairs in the far corner, hugging a zig-zag patterned cushion and staring out the window.

You took a moment to watch him, with his carrot-top hair already fading into pastel orange, his soft eyes half-closed as he basked in the warmth of the sun’s rays. As you sat down opposite him, a smile split across his face, making his eyes sparkle. You swallowed forcefully, feeling the familiar flip of your stomach. Diverting your gaze from Taehyung’s relaxed figure, you peered at the huge cupcakes sitting in front of you.

“I see slight abrasions on the icing.”

“That was the person at the counter when they were putting it on the tray,” Taehyung shot back, his voice calm like he had planned his answer.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were looking forward to eating too much to ask any more questions. Taking a huge bite of your cake, you smiled at Taehyung sweetly, fully aware you were giving him a pretty disgusting sight. Laughing, Taehyung did the same, covering his mouth with icing in the process.

“Hey, Y/N, do you like my beard?” asked Taehyung cheekily, smearing the icing down his chin.

“You look like an old man,” you teased. “Oh, Master Taehyung, teach me some words of wisdom.”

A naughty glint appeared in Taehyung’s eye. “I’ll show you, if you like.” Before you knew what was happening, Taehyung had shoved your cupcake straight into the middle of your face.

Spitting out bits of icing and wiping your stinging eyes, you heard Taehyung break down in fits of laughter, wiping his chin clean with a single swipe.

“That was evil!” you cried, doing your best to wipe off the icing before it grew sticky. Meanwhile, Taehyung now lay sideways on his chair, tears forming as his laughs grew silent. “Taehyung!”

“Your face!” he cackled, throwing his head back as a new wave of laughs hit him.

“I look disgusting! Tae, has it all gone?” you asked, desperately grabbing napkins.

Once he had regained his composure, Taehyung looked back at you, scanning your face. “Almost.” Reaching across the table, you felt his thumb sweep your bottom lip, then your hairline, then the corner of your eye. Each time you felt his touch your breath hitched, and your hands started to wobble. His expression grew solemn as he concentrated on gently brushing your skin.

“All gone,” Taehyung said, your cheeks beginning to burn.

He remained completely oblivious to the internal meltdown you were having, and instead steamrolled on in his usual fashion. “So anyway, my news!”

That brought your mood down. “Yeah,” you replied, knowing that there was no enthusiasm in your words. “Your news.”

“Remember how I found Yeji in the club yesterday? Well, I said hi to her again and she actually remembered my name! Remember when she called me Taemin? Anyway, then I asked her…”

You began to zone out as his words made the butterflies in your stomach turn into stones. The atmosphere had been so nice until Taehyung had brought up Yeji. Not that it was his fault, of course. He had every right to be happy that he got with his high school crush, seeing as he didn’t know how you felt towards him. When it was just you and Taehyung, you realised, it made you calm in a way that you couldn’t quite understand. He was comfort, and it gave you peace. But now, he was invested in another girl. Would you ever get that same comfort again?

“Y/N? Are you even here?” Taehyung asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Shaking yourself back to the present, you tried to remember what Taehyung was talking about. Ahh, yes. Yeji. “So, you kissed her. Well done.”

“Ye- wait, what? How did you know?”

You blinked. “Uhh… just assumed, I guess,” you lied. The last thing you wanted was for Taehyung to know that you saw his intimate moment, or that you went home without mentioning it. Too many questions, not enough answers. One thing was for sure: you wanted to be happy for Taehyung. He was always pining for a girl he couldn’t have, or turning girls down because his parents wouldn’t approve. After seeing him in his darkest of days, you knew what a girl like Yeji could do for his confidence.

“I think she wants to meet up later. Can’t believe this is finally happening,” said Taehyung, staring at your hands that you lay casually on the table.

Soon after the words left his mouth, you heard a high-pitched squeal and a ‘Taehyungie’ come from behind you. You barely looked round before Yeji swept past in a perfume-scented blur to hug Taehyung.

Not that you were embarrassed by the affection, but more worried that it would come across as rude to stare, you looked at the view of the street, trying to even out your breathing. Overnight they’ve gone from bowing to hugging. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung glance over Yeji’s shoulder in your direction, but you determinedly kept your head turned, despite there being nothing at all interesting outside to look at.

“Sorry, Taehyung, are you busy?” Yeji asked, suddenly noticing you sat on the opposite side of the table. “You’re his best friend, right?”

You nodded, finally turning back to meet Yeji’s large, innocent eyes. She gave you a soft smile, bowing her head slightly as you did the same. The tension in the air was growing thicker by second, and you could see Taehyung biting his lip as the awkwardness settled upon the three of you. Normally, you would’ve tried to break the silence, but there was nothing you wanted to say to Taehyung or Yeji.

She cleared her throat. “Shall I go?”

“No, no, no,” said Taehyung quickly, grabbing her wrist. “We were just finishing. Did you want to go to the park?” When Yeji nodded happily, Taehyung stood up to leave and shrugged on his coat. “I’ll see you later, Y/N! I’ll text you.”

Then they were gone, and you were left sitting by yourself in an almost empty shop after your best friend left you again for the same girl. What’s more, you could still feel the sticky residue of the cake icing around your face, making you feel even worse. It only took a minute for Yeji to walk in and ruin your good morning.

You didn’t want to go home just yet; although the appearance of Mijung slightly improved the housemate situation, the thought of moping around all day wasn’t appealing. So, you continued to sit in the cupcake shop, staring at the empty chair that Taehyung had filled only moments previously.

You were only pulled out of your statue-like state when two boys, a little older than you, both squished onto the brown seat opposite. Looking up at them in confusion, you realised that they were the two people working behind the counter, as both wore aprons across their black uniforms. They had light brown hair that flopped across their forehead, toned muscles, and concerned looks on their faces.

“Are you okay?” asked the smaller one of the two, his doe-shaped eyes filled with worry. “I’ve never seen anyone so sad in a cupcake shop before.”

The other boy let out a sound of frustration, sucking air in through his teeth to restrain himself from saying anything to his friend. “We just thought you looked down. Can we do anything for you?”

You shook your head, looking down at your lap as you felt your eyes brimming with tears. Hearing the uneasiness in their voices struck a chord, the emotions rising in your chest. “No,” you mumbled, letting the tears spill onto your jeans as they began to overflow.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms were engulfing your small frame, the smell of flour and freshly baked cakes filling your senses. The kind gesture simply made you want to cry harder, but the boys held on tight until you demanded that you were fine.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, but they just smiled comfortingly.

“It’s not everyday someone cries after eating a mango and coconut cupcake,” the taller boy grins, his smile wide and bright.

“When you’ve made the icing, that’s debatable,” the other boy jibed, earning a poke in his ribs.

The smiley boy ignored his friend’s whines about bruising, focusing back on you. “I’m Hoseok, and he’s Yoongi. We’re going to close for lunch, but you can hang out with us if you want. Could use some new company.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips as Yoongi began to tickle Hoseok, causing the taller boy to yell in protest. Struggling to keep Yoongi’s wiggling fingers away from his sides, Hoseok added, gasping slightly, “Please come so there’s a witness for my murder.”

“Okay, yeah,” you said, suppressing a grin. With Taehyung occupied, you realised how badly you were lacking friends. Perhaps Yoongi and Hoseok were exactly what you needed.

“This is my favourite place! I come here all the time, it’s always so quiet here.” For the last half hour, Hoseok and Yoongi had been showing you all the pretty parts in your region of Seoul, from cute flower markets to the insane shopping streets. To be more accurate, Hoseok had been showing you around, as Yoongi just went along with his younger friend. It was refreshing to hang out with new people, although Hoseok reminded you of Taehyung in many ways, making you wish he was here with you to explore. You knew he would’ve loved the gaming shop, which was packed full of everything he could only dream of. Compared to the shops in your small town on the outskirts of Daegu, this was heaven.

Hoseok had lead you down a cobblestone street, lined with cherry blossoms that had buds forming on the branches, ready for spring. The three of you had stopped outside a long white building, with a small, electric-controlled gate. Typing in the pin number, the gate buzzed and clicked as it became unlocked. Proudly, Hoseok walked up the steps, as if he was an estate agent showing off a property.

“It’s a dance studio,” announced Hoseok, his smile stretching wider. You had entered the locker room, with glass windows in the walls showing the practice space next door. “The dance club I’m in owns this place, but only a few people come here because it’s smaller than the main studio and it’s a bit out of the way of the main city,” he explained, entering the empty room.

“Are you into dancing, Y/N?” Yoongi asked, sitting down against one of the many mirrors to continue eating his lunch.

Your mind briefly thought back to all the dancing you’d done with Taehyung, but you pushed it away, not wanting to think of Taehyung for the fiftieth time in half an hour. “I enjoy it,” you said truthfully, “but I don’t do it seriously.”

“Dancing doesn’t have to be serious,” smiled Hoseok. He began fiddling with the stereo in the corner and going through his phone. After putting on an upbeat song, Hoseok started to move to the beat, his body flowing smoothly as he bounced and slid across the slightly sprung floor. “Join in!” he called to you.

Seeing you hesitating, Yoongi shouted, “Dance, you muppet!”

It was a little embarrassing dancing next to someone as talented and professional as Hoseok, but the reassuring smile he gave you throughout the song made the experience a lot more enjoyable. At first, you tried to copy Hoseok’s moves, but as he moved too fast, you gave up and instead let the rhythm control your limbs, throwing yourself into the song. When it ended, you and Hoseok were left panting, but it was exhilarating being able to let yourself go.

“You were great, Y/N! With a bit of practice, you could enter the competition, couldn’t she Yoongs?”

“Yah, what have I told you about nicknames?” Yoongi whined, his mouth stuffed with food. “But yeah, you’d have a pretty good shot.”

“What competition?” you questioned, fanning yourself with your hands.

Hoseok pointed to the wall opposite the door before collapsing down next to Yoongi, taking the half-eaten chicken and shoving it into his mouth. The wall was covered in all sorts of flyers, but a large, red poster caught your eye. It was advertising a dancing competition taking place at the end of May, which anyone could enter. First place had a prize of… 1,000,000?

“A million won for the winner?” you asked incredulously.

“Interested?” laughed Hoseok. “Yoongs and I are entering as a team, but it’d be cool to have some friendly competition. You’d have to get a dance partner as well, or several if you want, so you can’t enter solo.”


That’s why you found yourself back at Taehyung’s house, waiting for him to come home after his day out with Yeji. Jin was fast asleep on one of the sofas, his head on the arm rest and his earphones in, while Jungkook played a video game on their TV. Namjoon kept you company on the other sofa, his long legs laid on top of yours.

“Introvert or extrovert?” he asked, biting the end of the pencil he was holding.

“Tough. Probably slightly more introverted.”

Namjoon nodded, filling in your answer into the newspaper. He’d found a quiz that would find your ‘quote of the week’, and seeing as Jin was asleep and Jungkook refused point blank to participate, he’d jumped on you as soon as you entered the front door.

“So, your quote of the week is, ‘the stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.’”

“Wow, I’ve been enlightened,” you said sarcastically, watching Jungkook throw himself on the floor as he died at the same spot for the third time.

“I’m back!”

Your heart jolted in your chest as Taehyung entered, making you decide against telling him off for leaving you for the second time to see Yeji. Which was lucky, because as soon as Taehyung had stepped around the corner, Yeji followed.

Taehyung grinned widely as he caught sight of you sprawled on the sofa, but you were too focused on the fact that they were holding hands, their fingers hatched together tightly.

“Hey guys,” Taehyung said brightly. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Yeji.”

All three of your mouths dropped open, while Namjoon’s eyes were wide in shock, Jungkook’s character in the game received a gruesome death as his head whipped round in disbelief, and your heartbeat failed on you completely. You must have misheard…

“Yeji, these are my housemates, Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon, and obviously, this is my best friend, who you’ve met before.” Taehyung gave you a fleeting smile, looking slightly wary of your frozen expression.

“Hello,” Namjoon and Jungkook both mumbled, bowing their heads.

Taehyung had met Yeji yesterday. How were they already together?

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Leaving awkwardly and dragging Yeji along, he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as you heard the quiet click of the door, indicating them being out of earshot, Jungkook almost exploded. “Girlfriend?” he spluttered, his eyebrows upturned.

Namjoon’s eyes darted between you and the staircase where Taehyung had left the room. “Y/N,” he said slowly, “are you okay?”

The whole reason for you coming to the house was to ask Taehyung if he would dance with you in the competition. Hoseok and Yoongi went back to work shortly after you read the poster, but the instructions were clear: find a dance partner, win the competition, get money. It was like a punch to the gut. You didn’t even want to think about what Taehyung and Yeji would be getting up to in his bedroom.

But were you okay? You weren’t sure. Instead of the usual stone in your stomach, it had become a bottomless pit. Gaping wide open and utterly empty, like all your hopes and visions had been sucked into this hole and you were left feeling numb.

“I can’t ask him to be my dance partner, can I?” Your voice wobbled towards the end of your childish question, but you bit your lip in hope that no one noticed.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” said Namjoon gently.

“Namjoon, I don’t have any other friends. I need the money to pay my parents back for my rent. I guess… I guess I can find other ways of sorting it out.”

There was a thoughtful silence following your words, only disrupted by the sound of deep breathing from Jin.

“Maybe you won’t,” Jungkook pondered, absentmindedly picking at his jeans while he stared into the distance. “I’m not too shabby at dancing. I could give it a go, if you’d like.”

Your mouth fell open, not for the first time that day. “Really? You’d do that?”

“We could make a pretty good team.”

“But if you do get annoyed at him,” added Namjoon, “I’m only a phone call away.”

The boys laughed, and even you let out a giggle despite still feeling upset about Yeji. The sudden noise made Jin startle from his slumber, blinking against the harshness of the light.

You watched him notice how there had been a change in atmosphere since he had last been awake, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he peered at all three of you.

“What did I miss?”

Ultra Beasts
  • Nihilego: okay so if we escape what is there on earth
  • Pheromosa: Land to run on. Germs.
  • Xurkitree: *delighted electric noises*
  • Celesteela: Humans and Pokemon, and we can kill or use em.
  • Kartana: These things called scissors!! they're rad.
  • Nihilego: good enough squad let's get lusamine
  • --
  • Nihilego: yo i'm popping in to say we are ready 2 leave
  • Moon: NO STOP BAD
  • Nihilego: jeez lusamine save me
  • Lusamine: na
  • --
  • Nihilego: hey lusamine you're back
  • Lusamine: yea
  • Nihilego: and you brought.... xurkitree?
  • Guzma: I ain't no ultra beast!
  • Xurkitree: *angry electric noises*
Imagine: Kurt being the only person who can calm you down during a panic attack

Kurt Wagner x Mutant!Reader

Word Count: 2,110

Mutation: Electricity Manipulation

Warning: Anxiety, Panic Attack


Professor Xavier swiveled around in his wheelchair upon hearing Hank McCoy clear his throat from behind him. Charles looked at Hank, who raised his eyebrows and gave the professor a stiff jerk of the head to indicate that Hank needed him promptly. Probably had something to do with the X-Men, the elite group of mutants you had been recruited to fight for. Ever since Apocalypse, you’ve been training with all your friends to save the world. 

Charles turned back to the class, most of which was still writing madly on sheets of notebook paper, trying to keep up the professor’s detailed lessons. He began to speak. “Alright, your assignment tonight will be to read all of chapters fifteen and sixteen and to do a detailed write up on them”–he didn’t wait to hear the disappointed groans ring through the room–”Due tomorrow. Class dismissed.” 

You stood, picking up your large and very overwhelming stack of about four binders and two textbooks. You held the stack tightly to your chest due to fear of the loose-leaf sheets of paper getting free and fluttering to the ground. Class with Charles, where he taught basic genetics over time, was your last class of the day, which meant it was time to begin homework. 

You almost groaned, when the sound of pounding footsteps registered. Jubilee, one of your best and first friends you’d made at the mansion, shouted from behind you. “Hey, Y/N! Wait up!”–Jubilee was by your side in a moment–”Hey, are you going to the movies with us tonight?”

“Um, who’s us?” You replied without thinking, mentally cursing yourself for doing so. You had no intentions of going. The amount of homework you had just from Professor Xavier’s class alone was enough to keep you busy for at least two hours, not to mention all of your other classes. 

Hank McCoy, who had just recently become a teacher, didn’t exactly know how to take it easy on you either. You felt like you were drowning, a symptom you often felt when your anxiety kicked in, which it liked to do when things piled on top of you, figuratively and, as you recently discovered during the fight with Apocalypse, literally. You also knew Kurt Wagner had a special gift when it came to calming you down; he was the only one who could.

“Me, Scott, Jean, Peter, Kurt, and, hopefully, you!” Jubilee said, listing off all the people that had agreed to go to her movie outing. You had sort of begun to zone out when the last name caught your attention. Kurt said he was going. You felt confused and couldn’t help feeling a little betrayed. Kurt had promised to help you study for your anatomy course taught by Miss Schrink. You both had a test on Friday and it was already Wednesday. You’d, in your opinion, wasted enough time as it was. 

“Wait, Kurt’s going?”–you mused under your breath–“He told me he was going to help me study,” you didn’t know what to think and, frankly, it was help your anxiety much. You were already stressed about your anatomy test, genetics homework, chemistry project. You couldn’t afford to be worrying about Kurt trying to be in multiple places at once, but there you were, making a big fuss about nothing. You didn’t want to read too much into it, but you did, against your will. You had been hurt enough times. But Kurt isn’t like them, you always told yourself. And it always worked.  

“Oh. Maybe he forgot?”–apparently, Jubilee had heard you–“Don’t read too much into it. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it,” Jubilee did her best to comfort you, which actually did some good. You agreed with her word. The German boy you had grown to care so much wouldn’t hurt anyone, not on purpose. His compassion and kindness ran deep and naturally, unlike you, who had to make a conscious effort to be half as nice as Kurt was. That was one of the things you so loved about him and the list was very, very long. Jubilee, yet again, pulled you out of your thoughts. “So, you gonna come?”

“I’m sorry, Jubi, I really can’t. I am drowning in homework and not just Professor Xavier’s assignment,” you replied in as soft a voice as you could, laughing slightly at the end of your phrase. It wasn’t necessarily an excuse, considering excuses are typically lies. You were drowning in homework and you’d just found out you would be studying for the anatomy test alone, so you also had to make flash cards and things so it would be easier to quiz yourself. Jubilee frowned, realized she was frowning, and smiled slightly.  

“No, no, it’s fine. I totally get it,” Jubilee shrugged. You couldn’t tell if she was doing an extremely good job keeping the disappointment out of her voice, or if she was actually cool with you skipping out on the movie. You’d totally forgotten all about it and sort of wondered how long it had been planned. But, then you remembered that Jubilee was involved and almost all of her plans are spontaneous. She smiles. “Good luck with your homework.”

“Thanks, Jubi,” you replied, returning her gracious smile. You both turned in different directions and started to walk away when a thought occurred to you. You had to talk to Kurt. You didn’t even feel mad that he told you he would study and told Jubilee that he would go to the group movie. You just wanted to clear it up to get a better understand of what exactly it was he planned on doing tonight. Whatever he wound up choosing was fine by you. You turned back and called after the girl in the yellow jacket. “Hey, if you see Kurt, will you send him my way?”

“Sure,” Jubilee answer your question and turned back around to walk. You watched her for a moment before turning back around, hoisting you books back up to a more comfortable position, and started making your way back to your room. You had already begun running through the list of things you had to do tonight when Jubilee’s voice rang through the hallway again, causing you to turn back around to listen. “Will you help me on my write up tomorrow morning?”

You were confused. Professor Xavier assigned the project for tonight, making it due tomorrow. And it was a lot of work to do as well. It wasn’t like you could skim the pages and write a few sentences on the very little you did read. That wasn’t at all how this assignment was going to go down. You tilted your head at the flamboyant mutant who was living life almost the same way Peter was; second to second with no regard for the future. You began. “Tomorrow morning? It’s due tomorrow!”

“I know. I’m going to the movies instead”–Jubilee’s shoulders bobbed up and down and her voice was nonchalant–“I’ll tell your boyfriend to go to your room if I see him,” she winked at your rosy cheeks and tossed her hair over her shoulder, leaving you in the hallway at last. You laughed a little bit and turned to finally make your way to your dorm, as you’d been attempting to for a while now. 

You kicked the door open to your room after struggling for a while to get the thing open. You closed your eyes, channeling your mutation through your veins and, once you opened your eyes, the light was on, along with the lamp on your desk. You tossed your books, which seemed to get heavier the longer you held them, on your bed and watched them as they spread and slid around, no longer bound to each other by your arms. Looking at all the work you had to do made your heartbeat increase. 

“Oh my God”–you clapped a hand to your forehead–“I’m never gonna get done and then I’m going to fail and then I won’t be able to be in the X-Men anymore. Oh my God,” you mumbled quickly. That’s when you felt the contraction in your chest and the lack of air flowing. Dear God, please not right now. The lights around you began to flicker and the noise of electricity accompanied them. You felt as it became increasingly harder to breathe. You tried to stop it, but your efforts were futile. 

You were prone to anxiety and had been having panic attacks since you were young. Many people thought that is was the stress that you felt when you had to tell your parents about your mutation. That was your first, of many, panic attacks. Your parents didn’t react well, which just made t worse for you too. Charles says that childhood trauma can often lead to the development of mental diseases you wouldn’t otherwise have. You think the confrontation with your parents was what contributed to your anxiety. 

You struggled to move air and walk back, back, back until you hit the wall. You slid down the wall, struggling to breathe and trying to regain control of your body and your emotions. It was hard because your emotions were always so electric that it was hard to keep them under control. One of your palms laid flat on you chest and the other arm was wrapped around your knees, which were curled into your stomach. You focused on breathing, but it was no use. You needed Kurt. 

“Y/N? Jubilee said you ver looking for–,” the door clicked open and, as if on cue, Kurt began to enter your room. You were flooded with relief and you knew that you could not yell out to him, but he would find you. That you knew. He would always find you. His voice cut short when he saw you against the wall and his face dropped. His body sprang into action and he was on his knees in a second, gathering you into his arms. “Oh, Y/N! It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here now. Hush, hush.”

Kurt then began to sing a German lullaby that he knew from when he was a child. His prehensile tail wrapped around your waist and his arms cradled you as he sang. It always worked. Slowly, but surely, you began to calm down, regain control of your breath and body. Everything reset like none of it had ever happened and you were grateful for that fact. But most of all, you were grateful for the blue, German boy that was by your side every time it happened and didn’t leave until it was over. Kurt began babbling. “I’m sorry for not being here sooner. If I had known then I would’ve–.”

You had the idea that his apology came more from the fact that he had been on his way here to tell you that he was sorry for the mix up about the movie and studying for anatomy. He didn’t know you weren’t mad at him and that saddened you. That’s when you realized that Kurt my have thought that that minor issue was the source of your panic attack. You cut him off with soft, gravelly words. “No, Kurt, you’re here. You came when I needed you. Thank you for being here when I needed you.”

Kurt just studied you. Stared at you. His yellow eyes flitted over every part of your face, taking in every detail line he was seeing you for the first time. Every time he looked at you, it was like the first time. Your heart raced and not because you were about to have a panic attack. You were gazing into the face, the eyes, of a man you loved so much, not even Charles could dig it out of your head. Nobody understood except the two of you, and you and Kurt were both very okay with that. Kurt’s voice was like music. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Kurt,” you replied. Everything with him felt like the first time. Looking at him, touching him, hugging him. Everything. Not a day went by when a thought occurred to you that someday, your love would grow old and you would both be tired. You never could be. Your love was new and fresh every day and you felt alive when you were with him. Kurt bent down and his lips met yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. And it felt like the first time.


Imagine requested by @browncoatforever

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Stimmy Youtube Cooking Channels

I made a list of some super stimmy cooking channels on youtube that I make a lot of my gifs from! A lot of you guys are already fans of Mosogourmet and Decocookie, so I figured I’d list some other channels that are similar! (instead of yelling into the void in my tags lol ^^;)  Most of them don’t have music or talking in their vids, so there’s more of a focus on the cooking noises!

  • Mosogourmet - fun, creative desserts with some savory recipes (the preview vid on their channel opens with a loud-ish electric mixer noise, just a heads-up)
  • Peaceful Cuisine - he posts a lot of travel vlog videos, but his cooking vids are A+++)
  • Cook Kafemaru - lots of baked desserts (and they always make me really hungry)
  • Bonobos25 - cute, character-themed desserts like pikachu toast (their intro vid has music but the rest don’t)
  • Sound Croquette - a balance of desserts and savory recipes, more ASMR focused (some of their vids have whispering, but they label which ones do and which ones don’t)

Feel free to add to this list if you know of other channels like these! They’re all super relaxing!

anonymous asked:

I just saw that an anon ask you something about the voice of visi and vice, personally I've always thought that their voices sound like a kind of distorted electric noise. Maybe? \_(ツ)_/¯

With their voices it can be whatever you want it to be y'know? I think that idea is pretty cool. Makes it easier to make their voices be artificial than humanistic since they’re kinda artificial to begin with!

A Perfect Storm.

A/N: So this is my first try at Gay! fics, I hope you all enjoy it, and feel free to give me criticisms! Kisses, Red xoxox

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Pairing: Bi!KiraxReader

Word count: 2182

Based on: This request <3

For: @punkmccqll 

On my playlist

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“You’re awful, i love you...” - [The Joker/Harley Quinn/Steve Rogers - One shot].

Based onImagine: You dated the Joker before he was sent to Arkham Asylum. Years go by and you marry Steve Rogers, but your ex looks for you as soon as he’s out.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Song referenced in title“Love me dead” by Ludo

Notes: When i wrote “Shooting chandeliers” i forgot to mention that i consider Ludo’s song to be perfect for Harley + The Joker. So here i am, saying it now because i love music and it inspires me. K, bye. ahaha.


Tony Stark was working on his iron suit in the back of his workshop.

He was welding the right arm and connecting electrical wires when a noise, coming from his study, distracted him. He pushed his welding mask back.

-Hello? …Pepper?

He walked into the study and stopped in his tracks when he found two men in suits and wearing masks, guarding a third man who was sitting on his rotating chair which was facing the opposite way; Stark could only catch a glimpse of his green hair sticking out.

Tony’s holographic computer was projecting each of the Avenger’s ID’s. Clearly, the man with the green hair had been snooping around.

-Who are you? –Tony asked.

The chair spun around slowly and Tony’s eyes widened then narrowed when he recognized the man; Gotham’s famous villain, The Joker.

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Red and Blue- Chapter 1

Summary: Klance enemies-to-lovers AU! Keith is a Galra soldier, with no memory of who he is, sent on a mission to infiltrate the paladins- befriend them and exploit their weakness. But can he betray them when it appears they hold the key to his past? Can he betray them when they treat him with more kindness than he’s ever known? Can he betray them…when he’s falling in love with one of them?

Chapter: 1

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Red and Blue- Chapter 1

All he’s ever known is red.

Granted, he doesn’t have much of a memory. Apparently he lived on Earth, maybe he even had friends? He doesn’t know. The accident wiped his memory near-clean. He’s a blank slate, an empty vessel, practically a droid. It’s a fact that keeps him up at night. The questions. The red, hot, burning questions.

Did he have friends? Did he have family? Did he…love?

Red is all he knows.

The mercilessness vermillion of his Galra training, the dizzying, scarlet heat of battle, the crimson of his own blood.

His blood is red.

It serves as a grim reminder, any time he is hurt in a fight, that he is a puzzle piece on a chess board. Though his skin is purple, like the Galra, his ears pointed like the Galra, and his eyes are yellow, like Galra, his blood is red. Different to Galra. Deep down, he knows he is not one of them. Not really. He doesn’t even have a name like theirs, can even shift into a human form. Isolated from his own kind, but strangely ok with that, he’s used to the mutterings of ‘half breed’, ‘human scum’, ‘runt’ and the snarls that come with it. In fact, he hardly pays them any attention at all. It doesn’t hurt, to be rejected by these people. After all, his loyalty is not to them.

There’s only one whom he is loyal to, and it isn’t Zarkon.

So he’ll continue to go on missions, continue to be one of Zarkon’s top soldiers (he may be a runt, but he’s quick and deadly as a result), continue to get in the way of those ridiculous paladins and their stupid lions. That is something he can contend with for now.

Red is all he knows.

But he also knows that’s about to change.

Because he’s now lying on his back, on the shore of some god forsaken island, on a back-water planet, beaten within an inch of his life.  Apparently it was to make things look more ‘authentic’, but the soldiers doing the beating seemed to enjoy it a little too much for his liking. Oh well. He’d had worse.

“Can you hear me?”

There’s a tentative hand at his shoulder, lightly shaking him, but his eyes remain closed. It’s impossible to open them.

“He must be the one who sent the distress signal.” It’s a younger voice, somewhere to his right. Beeps and electrical noises surround him; he wonders if they’re analysing his vitals. Unsurprising, he probably looks like shit right now- bloodied and bruised and half conscious.

“We should get him back to the ship,” the first voice says and for the briefest moments, he thinks he recognises it. A deep, serious yet kind voice. But that would be absurd. If these really were the paladins, he’s only ever fought them ship-to-ship, he doesn’t know what they look like, what they sound like. He can’t put a face to a name.

Before he can muse on it further, he feels strong arms lifting him and he groans. The bruises which the soldiers left on his body dug deep, he’s pretty sure one of them cracked his ribs too. Pain shoots through his side as his arm is slung over a sturdy set of shoulders. He’s being carried somewhere.

Then all he knows is darkness.


When he wakes, he realises he’s in been in a healing pod. Slightly different to Galra tech, but not unfamiliar. As he stumbles from the pod, that’s not what causes his internal panic systems to ignite.

It’s the two sets of curious eyes on him. He blinks, dazed, confused, but schools his expression into his usual stoic one.

There’s silence.

And then, all at once, they start speaking over each other. Their voices and questions are dizzying to him; he’s not used to this kind of attention. It’s…unsettling.

“So you’re- like- a human?!” Asks a larger guy, tanned and beefy, wearing an orange headband. If it weren’t for his child-like curiosity, he’d have looked more intimidating.

“How’d you get so far out here?” He recognises the voice from earlier, the younger voice from the beach he’d been abandoned on, now attached to a short boy with fluffy hair and glasses too big for his face, “were you a Galra prisoner?”

“How did you escape? How did you get captured?” The first guy asks and there’s awe in his voice.

They’re in his space, they’re too close and he doesn’t like it. Swallowing, he takes a step backwards, every fibre of his being telling him to back away, get away, run.

“Ok guys, that’s enough, let him have some room to breathe.”

Two others walk into the room, a tall guy with black and white hair and a scar across his face, and an equally tall woman with an air of royalty about her. They both wear matching expressions of disapproval.

The young boy steps away with a sheepish scratch to his head, the big guy lowers his head- equally guilty. Both mumble out apologies.

“I am Princess Allura of Altea,” the silver haired woman says and he wants to kick himself, of course she is. He’d been given a quick de-brief of all the information the Galra had on the Paladins, before he’d had the ever loving crap kicked out of him. She fixes him with gentle, impossibly blue eyes and- although she carries an air of tranquillity and grace- there isn’t a doubt in his mind that she could kick his ass.  Once again he thinks that this is a terrible idea, a stupid plan, but then what choice did he have but to agree? When has he ever have a choice? “I trust you are well after your stint in the healing pod?”

He nods mutely, but then kicks himself. He can’t afford to be his usual standoffish self; he has to be polite.

“Yeah, thanks. It helped a lot,” he nods again, in what he hopes is a friendlier manner. His voice is rough and scratchy, not used to saying much beyond ‘yes sir’.

Allura smiles warmly and it strikes him, catches him off guard. When was the last time someone smiled at him in a way that wasn’t smug or condescending? He can’t remember. Surprise, surprise.

“What is your name?” She asks.

“Keith,” he responds automatically. It’s the only thing Zarkon ever told him about his past, about who he was before. The scar-faced man next to him jolts in surprise, but quickly covers it. Keith, however, is used to others covering up their true emotions. He knows when someone is hiding something.

“Hunk,” the large man with the headband introduces himself, “it’s nice to meet you Keith! You were really busted up there buddy.”

“I’m Pidge. Shiro and I found you, we responded to your distress call. We were worried you weren’t gonna pull through,” the young boy says, gesturing to the scarred man who Keith now knows as Shiro. He glances at Shiro’s arm, noticing the Galra tech, and his eyebrows raise in surprise before he can stop them. Zarkon didn’t mention that.

Shiro catches where his eyes are and offers a small smile, waving his robotic arm “a souvenir of the Galra empire,” he explains. Keith clenches his fists, doesn’t respond, because really how can he respond to that?

It’s becoming abundantly clear that he hasn’t just been thrown in the deep end, he’s being drowned in it. The other soldiers are probably laughing themselves silly about the mess he’s in now. He fights a growl which threatens to escape his chest.

“Perhaps we would be better off discussing things in the common room?” Allura suggests in a way which makes it seem more like a command, but it’s different to Zarkon. It’s more…diplomatic? Keith can’t quite put his finger on it. Honestly he’s having a hard time taking all this- this- kindness seriously. How can these people be so trusting of him? They have no idea who he is. But he supposes that is exactly what Zarkon wants, “It would be best to get comfortable would it not? We have much to talk about.”

She leads them through the castle ship, Hunk and Pidge stealing glances at Keith. Keith pretends not to notice. He’s more interested in Shiro. The older paladin is walking ahead, conversing lightly with Allura about the whereabouts of someone called Lance. Keith figures he must be one of the other paladins. The name is vaguely familiar, but once again he doesn’t know why. He glances down at Shiro’s metal arm again.

Eventually, the immense halls of the ship lead to a small, homely room which hurts Keith’s eyes. The furniture is bright, white and comfy looking. There’s a large rounded sofa, a table and an endless array of cushions. The contrast between this unassuming room, and the cold steel box that was his living quarters, is staggering. He has to fight not to wince.

Hunk and Pidge dive into the floor cushions, Shiro settles onto one of the armchairs and Allura sits on the sofa. Keith stands there, waiting for instructions, before he realises that nobody is going to give him orders. These people aren’t his superiors, he’s supposed to befriend them, gain their trust, find and exploit their weaknesses.

He’s probably the worst person for this job, he’ll admit, but as he’s the only half-human in Zarkon’s entire fleet, he’s the only one for the job.

He decides to join Allura on the sofa, but sits far on the other side, the bright lights of the room make it feel like he has a spot light directed straight on to him. It feels like an interrogation. His hands grip his trousers; his jacket feels heavy on his shoulders.

“So, how did you make it so far from Earth?” Allura asks him, as though he’s some sort of injured animal, and he reminds himself that he shouldn’t be offended at the remark. He can handle himself. But then he remembers he’s supposed to be more vulnerable. He’s not supposed to be a trained soldier.

Finally, he gets a chance to rehearse the speech his superiors had drilled into him for hours and hours.

“I don’t remember much,” He states, and at least there’s truth in that. He frowns, looking at his lap. Does that look suspicious? Maybe, but he can’t look any of them in the eyes, doesn’t want to see pity or whatever else they chose to direct at him, “But I know I was a prisoner of the Galra. They captured me. I don’t know why. I don’t know how long I’ve been away,” he’s straying from the script, but he can’t stop. His brain is screaming at him, but his mouth is running away, the words dripping from his mouth like fountain water. All he knows is confusion, and then he looks at Shiro, whose eyes dart away from him. Why is he so familiar? It must be the fact that he has a Galra tech arm, the fact is messing with his head, “I remember being in a desert, I remember a bright red light sucking me up, and something large hitting my head- that’s all,” he’s shaking now, for real, but he supposes the more authentic he is the more he can gain their trust, the sooner he can leave. He doesn’t like the way this feels, and fights his way back to the script, the things he was supposed to say, “I was in a prison for a long time. Then, one day, they tried to experiment on me. I escaped. There was a fight, I managed to get into an escape pod, sent out a distress call I guess somehow. I don’t know how I’m not dead. I guess that’s when you guys found me.”

It’s quiet again, and Keith’s heart is hammering in his chest. At any moment, he’s ready for the paladins to leap up, to reveal they know he’s a fake, to chop him to pieces. But the moment doesn’t come.

“Oh man, that’s rough.” Hunk is the first one to speak, and Keith looks up to where him and Pidge are sitting. Pidge shifts uncomfortably, his shoulders tense, his eyes glazed over. The boy is deep in thought, somewhere else. Keith briefly wonders why, before reminding himself it’s none of his business and he shouldn’t care either way. But then, he reminds himself again, that’s what he’s hear for- to search for weaknesses.

“I am so sorry you had to experience Zarkon’s cruelty first hand,” Allura says, reaching out to pat his arm. He recoils without thinking about it, and she slowly withdraws her hand, an understanding look on her face. He can hardly stand it. She has no idea. None of them do, “rest assured, you’re safe now.”

“And hey, if you need anyone to talk things through with- Shiro was a prisoner of the Galra too!” Pidge pipes up, seemingly recovered from his bout of melancholy.

“Pidge,” Shiro hisses out a warning tone whilst Keith sits there, numbly.

So that’s what Shiro had meant when he said his arm was a souvenir. Keith feels rooted to the spot, more out of his depth than ever before. Blood is rushing in his ears; his head is swimming.

And then, just as he’s pulling himself together, someone else marches through the door and Keith’s breath catches in his throat.

It’s a guy about his age, tall and lean. His skin is as tanned as Keith’s is now pale, his eyes as warm and brown as Keith’s are cold and grey. He walks in with a confident swagger, and everything about him screams opposite- opposite to Keith in every way.  Keith is instantly on guard.

“Well hell-ooo fellow paladins!” he booms, and his voice is loud and grating. It gets on Keith’s nerves, it’s obnoxious. In fact, his whole demeanour is obnoxious, “did you miss me when I-” the brown haired boy stops dead in his tracks, his arms dangle limply by his sides as his eyes meet Keith’s. Keith digs his nails into the sofa. It feels to him, like the tense moment before a battle begins.

And then the boy speaks again, one word, and it’s enough to turn the whole world upside down.