Keith works out, Lance ogles happily, Pidge tries to analyze the nature of their PDA ... she swiftly regrets all the things.
Some very kind people have sent me some very kind asks and made me feel better about being sick lately — and suddenly, my fingers were doing a thing on the keyboard? This thing, specifically? Just, everyone is so very nice, and I hope you like this silly little one-shot about silly space boys :) (Special shout-out to the anonymous person that called out this idea before I posted! Such amazing psychic powers! :D)
“But seriously, if my calculations are correct — shut your mouth, Lance, they are always correct — then Keith is initiating fifty two point seven percent of the times you make me want to invent brain bleach.” Pidge pauses to push her glasses up her nose. “Keith, care to offer some insight into this?”
“No.” Keith resumes lifting weights. Really, discovering the Castle’s weight room was one of the worst things that could have happened to Lance — now his boyfriend split his free time between training simulations and tossing around heavy things/running on treadmills.
The Red Paladin had become a gym rat. The Blue Paladin was not surprised.
Also, Keith didn’t need more muscles, as Lance didn’t need that kind of heart attack. Even if watching those biceps strain was … nice.
“My boo is just too hot to trot for my banging bod,” Lance says proudly, flexing his own (not quite as big but still very impressive) biceps.
Keith stops lifting weights so he can face palm. Pidge stares up towards the heavens in supplication.
“That’s going in my notes as one of the top five worst things you’ve ever said. Maybe top three.” Pidge actually takes out her computer to write it down.
Keith, with his face still buried in one hand, points with his other and says, “I don’t know if I can kiss that mouth at all today. That was horrifying.”
“Fifty two point seven percent, querido,” Lance cheerfully reminds him. “Ain’t nobody buying what you’re selling.”
Keith shoots Pidge a despairing glance. “I mean, was the pining that bad, really? Would it be so terrible to go back to that?”
Lance has taken a seat directly across from Keith, lifting a set of weights (they were barbells with rocks on either end — Coran had said something about how one could alter the density, thereby making them heavier/lighter, but Lance had immediately gotten distracted by challenging everyone to a weight lifting competition and somehow it ended with Hunk bench-pressing Lance and Pidge, and Shiro trying to throw Keith over their heads? Lance still doesn’t quite understand what happened there).
“I feel like the reason Keith is macking on me in public more is because he’s kinda into the fact that he can,” Lance explains, grunting a little as he tries to mimic Keith’s moves. “I mean, the pining was so real — he had been staring lingeringly at me from afar for so long, and now it’s like, free pass to grope all the time.” Lance winks at Keith, who is venturing to peek at him from between his fingers. “Because you do. Have a free pass. To grope. Put your hands any —”
“I know.” Keith lifts his weights with relative ease, a small smile pulling on his lips. “And yeah, Pidge. Maybe that’s part of it.”
“Part of it?” Lance asks, somewhat breathlessly as he switches arms since his right one was starting to ache from the effort. “Dude. All of it. Your thirstiness is not to be denied.”
Pidge rolls her eyes, jotting down a few more notes from her perch on the jungle gym (like, with actual vines for swinging and bouncy giant lily pads — Lance could not get over how cool Alteans were). “Believe it or not, I actually came to that conclusion on my own — Keith is now thirty six point four percent more affectionate with everyone, not just you, Lance.”
“That’s … really sweet,” Lance says, feeling vaguely proud of both himself and Keith. The idea that he’s making Keith more willing to show his love to the rest of their space family … It’s a little humbling, and a lot of awesome. He can feel his cheeks heating up.
The weights Keith had been lifting are now on the floor as he walks over to Lance, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Lance is grinning at the flash of a still slightly soft tummy (Keith has muscle definition, but there’s a small bit of cushiness around his middle that Lance really loves). Lance stops grinning when Keith suddenly drops into his lap, straddling him on the bench without any warning.
“You’re forgetting something key, Pidge,” Keith is saying, glancing over his shoulder at the Green Paladin, who is looking annoyed and amused in equal parts.
“All right, enlighten me.” Pidge grimaces. “With as little trauma as possible, if you please.”
“I think I’m gonna expire in a minute here, Pidge, mi hermanita querida, would you please spare me the humiliation and not witness this? Keith, whatever it is that you’re thinking —”
Keith covers his mouth with one hand, and Lance tries to speak past it, yelling his objections into the palm of a fingerless glove.
“See, notice how he can still talk?” Keith tilts his head in Lance’s direction, speaking with infuriating calm. “It’s a bit of a problem sometimes. But —”
The hand is gone. Lance is pissed off enough to start shouting, “Hey, you jackass, wail till I —”
Keith’s lips are on his. His mouth falls open automatically, and Lance sort of loses the thread of … reality. Pidge whips them both in the head with a towel, which is when his wondrous boyfriend pulls away, leaving Lance gaping, licking his lips, and contemplating if he should still be irritated.
“Efficient, no?” Keith asks, his dark eyes glinting.
Pidge is glaring at him. “Except for the brain bleach aspect. Which I am going to go work on now. With Hunk’s help, he is one hundred percent behind me on this. There are cameras in here, by the way, not that that’s ever stopped you …” She gets up and walks out, though not before ruffling Lance’s hair and saying, “You’re such a goner, hermano.”
When she’s gone, and Lance is left with nothing but a smug Red Paladin sitting on his thighs, he huffs, jabbing at Keith’s chest. “So you’re kissing me to shut me up most of the time?”
“Not most of the time,” Keith admits, his smirk easing back into a smile. “But Pidge would have probably gagged if I told her the main reason.”
“It’s not the ‘can’t resist my stellar good looks’?” Lance pouts. “That’s a little disappointing.”
Keith presses a quick kiss to his mouth. He’s flushed from exercise, but Lance swears his cheeks get a little bit darker as he speaks, “It’s because half the time I think I’ve made up this whole stupid thing, okay? We got together at a freaking ball. There was a duel involved. And dancing in fancy suits.” Keith waves his hands around for emphasis before crossing his arms. “And we still argue like … It’s fine, but it feels like before sometimes, so I just … need to make sure it’s not. Like before.”
Lance follows these words until he understands where they’re leading and then … He’s blushing, and smiling, and pulling Keith in closer. “You … you need to make sure this is real. That you didn’t … dream it. Because … I’m that good of a dream, huh?”
Keith groans, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. “Crap. Okay, backtrack, I never said anything, especially not that stupid, sugary pile of —”
“No, no take backs!” Lance sings. “I … sometimes have the same problem. So, uh, a good chunk of my forty seven point three percent contribution is exactly that.” He smiles up at Keith once the Red Paladin pulls back and sits up straighter in Lance’s lap.
“Yeah?” Keith leans down, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Yeah,” Lance whispers against his mouth … which is when a painfully loud alarm goes off, and they are simultaneously soaked in freezing water as sprinklers kick in. Lance shrieks. Keith falls backward off his lap to the now slippery floor.
“You have rooms. Go get in one!” Pidge yells over the Castle comm.
“Please!” That sounded like Shiro’s voice, a little distant from the microphone.
Lance is laughing and shivering, and Keith is back to being mortified, but they adhere to Pidge’s wishes (who knew what she might pull next? Lance wouldn’t put it past her to space them at this point), and take off running. Keith yanks Lance into the gym’s showers.
“No cameras in here,” Keith says, raising an eyebrow. “And I need a shower anyway.”
Lance is rendered speechless. He wonders if this counts as part of Keith’s fifty two point seven percent of PDA. He wonders if Pidge is all-knowing. And then there’s a shirt coming off, and warm water pouring from a shower head, Keith kicking off his shoes from inside the cubicle. Lance can’t think as Keith’s hands reach for his shorts
… and then pause.
“Yeah, so you just wait right here — you can take your turn when I’m done.” Keith grins and slams the shower door in his face.
Lance wonders if there’s a way to flush a toilet on a space castle to turn the water into a frigid torture. He says as much out loud, kicking lightly at the door.
Keith is laughing, and Lance may or may not adore that sound more than any other in the universe, except for his mom’s affectionate scolding … So, he decides to wait until the Red Paladin is done and then do his best to up his percentage. Forty seven point three percent simply will not do, Lance thinks to himself with a goofy smile.
Random one-shot after Objects in Motion? I think so :) If y’all wanna read about the ball, duel, and dancing, head over there. Thank you to all the wondrous people who have been so awesome to me! You’re all way too amazing for words, but I hope you guys enjoy these above words as a random “thank you!” :D
Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.
Author’s note: I like drama way too much for my own good hahahah here is part five guys! Sorry I let y’all waiting for too long. Now, I’m finally home and I can write as I used to. Also, please go show my beta writer Alyssa (@imyourliquor-youremypoison) some love. She is always taking time to fix my mistakes and helping me to improve. Check her fics with Chris too, because they’re incredible!! Let me know what you guys think about this part.
Requested by Anon: Hey! I was wondering if you could do a cute Andre Burakovsky one?? where you meet him by chance but don’t know who he is but he thinks you’re super cute and tries to woo you?? :)
Word Count: 2283
Author’s Note: Holy crap this one got away from me. I’m so sorry. This imagine really did not want me to write it. I tried to be really creative and not do a typical “at the bar scene” (it kinda turns into that but you’ll see if you read it) I got the inspiration from Andre’s post on instagram. I hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry it is so long. And just in general I wish it was better! Please request again if it isn’t what you wanted! I’d love to right more of Andre because his smile is adorable.
You finished your makeup and went to help her
locate the other heel. Why? Because she invited you to go to the Washington
Wizard’s game. You loved sports, all sports and even more you loved D.C.
sports. You weren’t the type of fan as in you knew every player on every team
but you went to games when you could, especially when you got free court side
With some help from the Verizon Center staff
you found your seat, right on the court. Your friend squealed in excitement. “I
can’t believe these are our seats,” you raved. Your boss smiled out you, “honey
you better believe it.” As you and your boss sat there talking about work, two
very attractive guys took the two empty seats next to you. The one closest to
you had brown wavy hair and deep brown eyes. While the man sitting next to him
had black long hair and a rounder face with blue eyes. They both had athletic
builds and simple senses of styles. “Hi,” the one closes to you said with a
glowing smile and dimples to match. “Hi,” you responded with your own glowing
smile. The guy next to him looked over at the two of you and also gave a soft
smile. “Hello, I’m Tom,” he reached out to shake your hand. You grabbed it
firmly, and introduced yourself back and your boss. Then turned to the guy next
to you. “And you are?” you questioned. “I’m Andre,” he replied. You smiled at
Andre, it’s nice to meet you Andre.” You turned yourself back towards your boss
where she was giving you that “look”. “What” you jokingly retorted. “Oh
nothing, I just enjoy seeing you flirt. Especially after seeing you reject
Roger at the office so many times,” she laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh
back. “When will he get the memo?” you agreed. “Oh darling boys are like rocks
they never understand women even if we were to spell it out for them,
especially Roger,” she continued. You two laughed again at how Roger comes to
your desk for any excuse possible. “What’s so funny” Andre asked while giving
you a goofy smile. You let out a small laugh and tried to compose yourself.
“Nothing just some funny things that happened around the office,” you
responded. He smiled back, “well you have a pretty laugh,” he noted. You
bashfully smiled, “Thank you, Andre,” you responded. He flashed you a smirk
that quickly turned into a smile.
Some of my favorite cosplays, as well as some goofy shots :D! Once again, thank you @loverofpiggies and @alainaprana, as well as my husband, for cosplaying with me Youmacon weekend! It was a blast! I can’t wait to see CQ again at @shutocon in March! <3
“We were told by his owner that surrendered him that he is a pure bred
Teddy Roosevelt Terrier… AKA a Rat Terrier with short little legs.
Teddy will need a person that is comfortable with giving him his insulin
shot, 2 times a day, which he doesn’t mind AT ALL. He will also need to
be on a pretty strict diet and will need exercise daily to keep him
healthy and happy. Diabetes won’t slow him down or lessen his quality of
life as long as it’s kept in check.
Teddy is a sweet, affectionate dog, he LOVES A GOOD NECK RUB OR BACK
SCRATCH. He will back right up to you and ask for a good scratch. He
travels well in the car and does well on the leash.”
Pairing: Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Speedster!Reader
Word Count: 5,505 (I mean… I think we’re all pretty much expecting an obnoxious length by now.)
@emeliescorner: I just wanted to let you know that the “Start again” imagine/fic was absolutely adorable. I still get butterflies just thinking about it! The writing was so amazing and I really loved the tension. And perhaps give you an imagine :) Imagine being a speedster like Barry and working together with Earth 2 Harrison Wells to help Barry increase his speed(like a test subject, but the good kind) and falling in love with him. Maybe E-2 Wells feels something back? Tension, fluff, angst(like Start Again):D Anonymous: Could u do imagine where y/n is another speedster and takes Barry’s place for a while cause he is ill and Cisco makes her a white costume and names her Reverse Zoom(because of The Flash - The Reverse Flash thing)??? Btw you’re my favourite blog :* <3 Anonymous: Can you do an imagine where the reader is a metahuman and Cisco gives her a name she doesn’t care for and the team tease him about loosing his touch?
A/N: Well, here it is! The second part of Rush Reaction! Thank you guys so much for waiting for this… And thanks for letting me break this up into two parts. It made it much more enjoyable to write and made it feel like it wasn’t just a never ending fiction that was eating my soul (high drama much?) *internal screaming* (Oh and lets all keep in mind that I have NO medical training so if I gave you the wrong treatment for this… stuff… Let’s just blame Caitlin since she’s your doctor today. :3)
Anyways… Business as usual… Please let me know if you find mistakes so that I may fix them for you :) Feedback is always appreciated/encouraging. Enjoy!
Warnings/Tags: Grumpy!Harry, You are Awkward and Adorable, You are a Hard Worker and Harrison Loves it, Slight Shady!Wells, You are an Established Member of Team Flash, I Took Creative Liberties, Slight-Canon Divergence, You are a Test Subject, Ridiculous amounts of Fluff, Angst, Slow-Burn (ish?) Romance, Harrison Worries about You, Protective!Harrison, Age-Gap Depending on YOUR Age, Tension of all sorts! And I’m adding Action for this second part here…
“You can’t keep running these tests.” Caitlin started.
“She came to me…” Harrison answered through his habitual rasp. His tone wasn’t defensive but rather a bit desperate as if he wanted to explain how sorry he was without actually having to say it. “I wouldn’t have…” You couldn’t see him, but you could tell by the light stutter in his voice that he was shaking his head.
“But you did.”
“She came to me.” That phrase seemed to be his failsafe.
“So, that gave you the bright idea to actually agree to injecting her with an experimental drug?”
“I’m trying to save my daughter - to stop Zoom…” He snapped, causing you to shift against the gurney and stare toward the door. Honestly, if you hadn’t been hooked up to an IV, you would have zipped out of the med-bay by now to actually participate in this conversation. “If we’re going to make the slightest amount of progress, then this is what needs to be done.”
Save for the repetitive beep from the monitor beside you, it was quiet. And then…
“You know, sometimes you sound a lot like Thawne.” Caitlin growled in that den-mother tone of hers.
And with that, you heard her heeled-steps smacking down against the hard floors as she walked away. Seconds later, Harrison floated into the room, staring into a cup of coffee and looking about as chipper as the grim reaper, what with his chaotic hair sticking up and out in every direction as if he’d spent the better part of the afternoon trying to tear it from his scalp. The space beneath his eyes seemed darker than usual and of course, it was then you realized something was different… Yes, you were lying on the gurney in the lab’s very own medical clinic but the change was so subtle you might not have noticed it if you hadn’t been working so closely with Harrison over the past couple of days.
He always seemed to be stressed but this was more severe than his usual state of anxiety. Harrison was worried and if you had to take a wild shot in the dark, you would have guessed the source of that worry came from you and your little episode after getting injected with that serum.
“Hi.” You started quietly, causing him to abruptly stop and jerk his stare away from his coffee mug to quickly find you.
This classic scene from A Goofy Movie is a wonderful example of building cinematic tension. Notice how as the car gets closer to the freeway junction, the shots not only get shorter and shorter, but the camera moves in closer for an almost claustrophobic effect, reflecting the pressure that Max is experiencing making his decision. On top of that, the camera angles become more and more dynamic as it all plays out, the music cresendos, and at the very end of the piece, the tension snaps right when Max makes his choice. See if you notice any of the implied symbolism among some of the imagery spliced throughout (the map, the signs, etc.).
Why KHII Goofy Deserves Your Complete and Utter Respect
So let’s talk about the 1000 Heartless Battle that took place towards the middle of KHII. Everyone talks about that as the moment that Sora was badass, but think back. During the cutscene that preceded the fight, there was a shot where Goofy and Donald gave Sora a thumbs up before they each charged into 1000 Heartless of their own.
Sora wields the Keyblade, a weapon specifically designed to cut down creatures of darkness, and is also a capable magic user. Donald is a court-trained wizard who has a staggering amount of offensive and defensive spells at his beck and call.
Goofy charged headfirst into 1000 Heartless with only a shield and his martial prowess. That’s all he had, and he was just as effective as the Keyblade’s chosen one and one of the most capable magicians in the KH universe.
You’re in a Idol group within the same company who’s a huge fan and they find out that they are your favorite (BTS)
Namjoon: -you were a trainee and your group loves to tease you about being a fan of BTS. You were walking down the hallway to dance practice when you were stopped by Namjoon and teased with slight flirtatious tone- “Soooo Y/N I hear you like Bangtan Boys. Who’s your favorite member? I kinda think it’s me but I kinda wanna hear you say it”
Jin: -You were a fan BTS and also Jin. So when Jin randomly got close to you. He started doing a kissy face at you- “hey Y/N you wanna give me a kiss? I heard you like me so go ahead I won’t mind”
Suga: -your group sat in on one of their practices when a girl in your group leaned over and said she accidentally let it slip that you liked Yoongi. You blushed and smacked her shoulder repeatedly. When you looked back at them you were sent a wink from Yoongi- *gif*
J-Hope: -he always had a feeling because he always caught you looked at him before you turned away quickly. One of the girls let it slip to him when she was walking by that it was true. So the goofy boy shot you a look with a laughing smile- “I knew it!”
Jimin: -When he found out he always seemed to act extremely odd even for him. He’d always give greetings in weird voices and would get slightly touch when he saw you- “hey Y/N how are you today?”
V: -he got overly nervous after your friend told him you liked him and when he passed you in the building he’d blush. You asked him what was wrong- “oh um nothing Y/N um uh I like your outfit today”
Jungkook: -you had your headphones in and your groups were hanging out. You friend said it loudly even though you couldn’t hear you looked up when you felt eyes on you. Jeongguk was looking at you shocked and you pulled out the headphones with a questioning look- “do you really?”
Trying to put some cosplay aesthetic picture frames together for my new sewing room. Which…. is much harder than anticipated (curse you, lack of portrait-oriented pictures!). At least my “(semi-) serious pictures with friends” frame is done for now! Will swap out some for more variation in cosplays later after some more group shoots.
I’m also in serious need of more goofy out-of-character shots and selfies with people at cons for my collage!
It had been a steady 10 minutes of swiping and she was beginning to swipe left without thinking. He’s too short, his pictures are all group shots… which one are you? He’s got a kid, who are all the girls in his pictures? He hikes, he bikes, he climbs, he dives, why is every guy suddenly outdoorsy?
All Caroline wanted was a cute guy who wanted to see a movie or get coffee, not jump out of a plane or do extreme sports. She was definitely not an outdoors person, so naturally shied away from those, plus the guys who were “looking for a gym partner”. She hated the gym. She was more of a Netflix and pizza type of girl and wasn’t planning on changing that any time soon.
Swipe. Swipe. Swi…
Her eyes lit up as they focused in on the next picture. She liked what she saw: dirty blonde hair, short sexy facial hair, and full kissable lips.
British. I don’t have children or flatmates. Take a chance, get to know me ;)
“There’s a whole world out there waiting for you, great cities and art and music, genuine beauty, and you can have all of it.” - anonymous
She bit her lip trying to imagine what his accent sounded like. Immediately she swiped right, hoping they would match. She’d worked hard on her profile, making sure to include a headshot, a full body shot, a goofy happy picture, and a sexy come-hither shot to round it out.
Public Relations major, girly girl, former Miss Mystic Falls, former head cheerleader. If you’re looking for your next side chick just keep swiping.
Speaking of KH I’ve noticed that my deer Sora art has been floating around again! Probably due to the new KH trailer. Normally I’d just smile whenever someone reblogs it and not make a big deal about it but lately it’s been with that “dramatic scene where goofy gets shot by a hunter” comment and just…
I’ll have you guys know that I did draw that scenario after getting that comment (both are like a year old by the way) and it was horrible. You guys don’t want to know what it looks like.
HOWEVER, around the same time, I did draw Sora getting shot by a hunter instead and that was ok. :’)