hahahaa you know i had to

here we go again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this is based off of this hc that I read! So go read that first!! Anyways, hope you enjoy this little snippet!!

Shiro had sent out Lance and Keith to scavenge the Galra ship because apparently, “You both work great together,” and “It will be an easy task.” And of course, Lance wasn’t about to object with him. So, Keith and him, entered the Galra ship expecting no ambushes. How was he to know that the Galra had a trick up their sleeves?

“Why is it so quiet?” Lance whispered.


“I mean aren’t we supposed to be fighting at least a few Galra?”

“Lance! Just be quiet. I’m trying to concentrate,” Keith grumbled.

Lance wasn’t feeling it. This ship gave him the creeps. And every turn they took caused his danger-alarm to go off. He had tried to tell Keith that they should go back and maybe come back with the whole crew, but that damn beautiful stubborn idiot would not listen. So here they were, turning yet again at another seemingly empty hall.

“I think that we should-” Lance stopped.

“Holy quiznack.” Keith whispered as he took in the sight before them. There, at the end of the hall, were about two dozen Galra soldiers fully armed with their weapons pointing at them.

“Lance?” Keith managed to squeak out.

“Yeah?” Lance quietly replied.


Both paladins took off sprinting as the Galra began firing. They had managed to put a good distance between them and the Galra when Lance was hit by a bright purple laser. The shot pierced through his body and he fell limp onto the floor. (Lance could’ve sworn he passed out for a few seconds there.)

Instantly, Keith was there looking for any signs of blood or cuts. There were none.

“Dammit Lance! This is not the time to be tripping!” Keith barked. Lance whimpered.

“Come on, stand up! We need to get away quickly. This is no time to be joking.” Keith hissed as he pulled Lance onto his feet, unknowingly making Lance’s pain increase as he was dragged forward.

Lance had to admit that it was not Keith’s fault for treating him like that. There was no visible wounds or blood that would show how truly hurt he was. But damn was he trying  his hardest to fight the pain and keep up with Keith.

His vision began to get blurry and his breathing became uneven. He didn’t know how long he could keep running.

“Keith…” he gasped. “Lets hide, please.“ 

"Good idea.” Keith quickly replied as he opened a door and led Lance inside.

The room was dark and Lance couldn’t make out anything. He was trying to find the wall when a sharp pain went through his lungs and he fell down gasping for air. This time Keith made no move towards.  

It took him a few minutes to control his breathing and once he did Lance murmured, "Keith, I think I’m dying.“

tinybluehouses  asked:

Ok how about the prompt "things you said in your sleep"

hahahaa so this got a lil long (not *that* long it’s like 2k) and a slightly angsty but I hope you like it, thank you for requesting :D


Things You Said In Your Sleep (from this list)

Jack had warned Bitty about the sleep-talking, blearily as Bitty had slid out of bed for a glass of water. Just so you know, Kent talks in his sleep. Bitty hadn’t paid it much mind, and when he’d padded down the stairs and past the couch into the kitchen, Parse hadn’t said a word.

But somewhere between when Bitty had drank his glass of water, rinsed it out in the sink, and headed back through the living room, Parse had started talking. He’s murmuring now, and Bitty doesn’t mean to listen—goodness knows he’d expected it would be nonsense anyway, because his little cousin sleep-talks and it’s all dream ramblings when she does it. So he fully intends to keep going, past the couch and straight back to his warm bed—

And then he hears Jack’s name fall softly from Parse’s sleeping lips.

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anonymous asked:

SO tell us what happens when you have to go pick Scott's drunk ass up? :D

“Fortunately, it’s been awhile since Scott has needed me to pick him up, but… It usually starts with a call that wakes me up, where he says my name at least half a dozen times,” he says, trailing off a moment just remembering those calls. Yeah. They’re a thing.

"Then it depends what state I find him in. Occasionally, he’s pretty gone and I make him drink a bunch of water and tuck him into sleep the trip home. More often than not, however, he sits in the cockpit with me, telling me everything I did and didn’t want to know about his night and reminding me how much he loves and appreciates me and… yeah. We’ve had some interesting talks that he’ll never remember. Heh.”



Based on the comic of the same name by @orangephoenix6 . I couldn’t pass up the opputunity to write something this cute! (Honestly, there needs to be more content for this kinda happy thing!!)

Here we go!

Stanley Pines had officially hit rock bottom.

Here we was, sitting at a counter of a dirty bar he had found in the town of Palo Alto, California, drinking a whiskey he knew he couldn’t pay for and would probably get kicked out for as well. He sighed, swirling the last few sips left in the glass before downing it. Yup, he had absolutely nothing left. No money, no house, no family, no job, no dignity…. Might as well take his car and his life while they were at it. At least you didn’t have to sleep in your car in hell.

Stanley sighed again, louder than he had meant to, and gazed at his slighty warped reflection in the empty glass. Dark brown hair that was beginning to like more like a mullet than anything fell back against his forehead and shoulderblades in a short curtain, and messy brown stubble adorned the lower half of his face. Damn, he needed a shave…

Deep brown eyes stared back at him with one eyebrow raised as he continued to look at his reflection. He may look like shit, but at least he was still the hottest guy at the bar. ‘I mean, Jesus,’ Stan thought to himself, ‘this is California for God’s sake. I’ve heard lots about celebrities and babes in bikinis and hot surfer guys and all that crap. Where are they?!’

“Well Stan, looks like Ya struck out again.”

He muttered aloud, setting down the empty glass with a small “thunk.”

He hadn’t expected the man next to him to chuckle sadly and reply.

“Heh. I can relate.”

Stanley turned, and soon as he saw the man for the first time his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed pink.

Okay, maybe he was the second hottest guy in the bar.

The guy was tall, skinny as a rail, and had the prettiest dark blonde hair Stanley had ever seen. He had kind blue eyes, crinkled a little as he smiled sadly, and fuck, he even had dimples. Holy shit, that should not be allowed.

The man continued. “I’ve invented something that could change our entire world, but I keep getting shot down. No one’s interested.”

Stanley turned towards him more fully, interested. The man rested his chin in his hand and raised an eyebrow as he eyed Stanley up and down. “Name’s Fiddleford.”

“Stan Pines. Good ta meet you. So, gonna tell me what the thing is, or what?” He added with a playful smirk.

Fiddleford brightened up a little and smiled more, which made the tips of Stan’s ears turn red. “Well, ah’ve made a personal computer that you can take with Ya wherever Ya go. I call it a laptop.”

He had a southern accent too, although it looked like he had been trying to train himself out of it.

Fuck, that was cute.

Not knowing what else to do, Stan decided to voice his only opinion over the invention and not the inventor. He laughed, gravelly and deep. “Hahahaa! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!”

Stanley immediately regretted it when Fiddleford looked back down sadly at his tumbler. “Yeah, that’s what everyone else says. Ah reckon it’s hopeless. Ain’t no one would want ta buy somethin’ like this from someone like me.”

Stan wanted so badly to put a hand on his shoulder and comfort him, hug him, someway to confort him, something. But he knew he couldn’t, especially since Fiddleford was a stranger. So he settled for the next best thing.

“Please. I’m just the guy you’re lookin’ for for this kinda thing! People will eat this kinda stuff up, you just need to find the right sales pitch. And I might just be the guy Ta help Ya with that!” Stan then sent Fiddeford a winning smile and a playful wink. He saw Fiddleford’s already rosy cheeks pink a little bit more and his eyes widen.

“That’s…. Actually not a bad idea, Stan.”

Stanley grinned even wider at this. “I know! But ya gotta make sure I get part of the cut if I’m gonna help ya. Forty percent.”

“Ten percent.”

“Twenty and a place ta stay.”

Fiddleford considered for a second before extending his hand. “…Deal.”

They shook on it, both feeling a little jolt as their hands interlocked.


It had been a little over two weeks since Fiddleford and Stanley had first met, and since then they had become fast friends. They talked and just generally hung out together whenever they could, which as of late hadn’t been much.

Stan had cleaned up his act a little more since coming to stay with the inventor. He dressed cleanly in clothes that Fiddleford had bought him (and Stanley tried to stop it at first, but once Fiddleford ha learned that Stan had been homeless and living in his car he wouldn’t hear any more of it). He had also cut his hair and shaved, leaving a small ponytail and a goatee. Fiddleford had to admit that Stan looked pretty good.

The computers, however…

They had first aired a commercial last week, and so far, no one had called. Fiddleford was beginning to lose hope once more and Stanley was beginning to panic. If nothing happened, he was back out on the streets, and Stan didn’t think he could handle any more of that.

Especially since he had fallen head over heels in love with the genius hick of an inventor.

But then one day it happened.

Stanley had been asleep at his desk in the other’s workshop, dozing quietly. Fiddleford was biting at the end of a pencil as he looked over a blueprint of a laptop, checking it for the umpteenth time for any kind of kink or defect.

Suddenly, the rotary phone Fiddleford had at his desk began to ring, loud and shrill. Stanley jerked awake at the noise andFiddleford  scrambled to pick up the receiver.


Stanley watched hopefully as the person on the other end began to speak rapidly. Fiddleford’s expression soon changed to one of utter surprise, then ecstasy.

“R-REALLY? Are ya sure? My laptop?? For HOW much?!”

Fiddleford was practically bouncing up and down at the news. “Oh, thank you so much! Sure, we’ll be in touch.”

Stanley was already smiling as Fiddleford hung up the receiver. “So, good news?”

Fiddleford looked ready to scream in happiness. “Stanley, a major technology company just called. They liked my laptop and they want to mass-produce it! They said they could pay us potential millions!”

Stanley’s eyes went starry. “Millions?”

“Millions!” Fiddleford grinned down at the brunet, his beautiful blue eyes shining as he helped the man up. “And it was all thanks to you, Stanley. I never could have done this if it weren’t for you. Thank ya so, so much.”

And before Stanley could properly react, Fiddleford was wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly. Stanley slowly smiled and returned it. He gave a grateful smile as well. “Fidds, ya don’t need ta thank me. It’s you who’s the lifesaver here, I’d probably either be dead or in prison again if you hadn’t helped me get back on my feet and given me a place ta stay. So, uh, Thanks,

Fiddleford smiled into the embrace and chucked, his eyes filling with tears of joy. He looked up at Stanley, grinning in the adorable way that he did “Hehe, then i guess we just helped each other.”

And that was when Stanley Pines felt a pair if soft, warm lips press sweetly against his.

It was only a moment before Stanley was picking the gangly need up and wholeheartedly returning the kiss, cheeks red and smiling.

After what felt like an eternity, the kiss was broken and the two stared at each other, panting. Stanley smirked. “Well, I guess that now we’re partners, I’ll need a bit of a raise, don’t ya think?”

Fiddleford returned the smirk. “Honey, yer gonna haveta earn it first.”

Stanley hummed and pulled the inventor closer as he enveloped them both into another sweet kiss.

Maybe things were gonna be okay after all.

Surprise | Eric and Jay

The next thing that Eric knew, was that he had left Chicago and, form the looks of it, his whole dimension once again. The high blinking buildings, the busy streets, all this was very different to what he was used to and still there was something familiar about all this. Not so much the view, but the feeling his unexpected surrounding provided - it reminded him of the game, of the islands, of her… He had never forgotten about her, but right at this precise moment the memories felt more vivid than ever. Could it be that he had been catapulted into her dimension? That this was her world?

Eric kept on walking, eyed the cars and people warily that mingled in the streets. They didn’t seem to mind him at all and he wasn’t sure if he liked that. It was getting dark already when Eric found himself in a less fancy neighbourhood with abandoned buildings and suspicious creatures lurng in the shadows. However, he had the feeling that he was getting closer to her, that she was somewhere in that part of the city.

Finally he cought a glimpse of a female silhouette sneaking out of one of the empty houses and his lips formed a smirk. The way she moved - he had found her.

“Jay”, he called, suddenly afraid that he was being mistaken.

Dorks playing agar.io
  • Yuu: YES almost on the leaderboard, almost on the leaderboard-- *gets eaten by someone on said leaderboard* OMG FUCK YOU I ALMOST HAD IT
  • Shihou: HAHAHAA you suck-- AWWW WTF WHO ATE ME
  • Yoichi: I'm so sorry guys, I didn't know it was you :(
  • Shinoa: Yes, devour everyone! Onward! ......Saotome! No, he's killing everyone! Including me! *tries to run away and corners herself*
  • Shinya: These children got nothing on me heheh-- *dies because someone multiplied* Guren?? How did you-- why are you even playing??
  • Guren: *intense glaring at screen* ...... *dies* Who the fuck is Cinnamon Roll?!