i might freeze

Lachesism! Lance

sooooo this is something me and @moppingleshitoutofyou came up with a while ago, hope yall enjoy!!

you can check out some of my other mini fics here


Lance didn’t really know when it started. There were too many incidents to pinpoint its exact origins. It could have began when he tried to jump out the window when he was six to prove that he could totally fly Marcos. Or when he was nine and ate a bee when Lily said they were dangerous, because how dangerous can a chubby little bumblebee be? It was like it was always there, this little voice urging him to prove his worth through dangerous tasks.

it wasn’t until he was fifteen when the real trouble began. 

Once again, the origins of the power he was given was unknown to him. He sorta just woke up one day and bam, he felt the emotions of everyone in the house. To say it was overwhelming would be an understatement. He could practically taste his mother’s worry and his sister’s sadness and he just wanted to help them you know? Ease their pain, because no one deserved to feel those emotions. Perhaps it was then that he became aware of the feelings his felt since he was a kid. He had a form of lachesism, or at least that’s what the therapist his parents forced him to go to told him.

It took countless hours of research to figure out what the hell lachesism even was, since it wasn’t something that simply popped up in everyday conversations. And the whole emotions things? Yeah, it took a while to figure out how that fit into this mess. 

In fact, he was still trying to figure it all out when he went to the Garrison, which was yet another mess because he could feel all of the students’ emotions too. His family’s emotions were barely a sliver of what he had to endure every day. There was just, just so much sadness here. It was like a new wave hit him every time he moved, encasing him in this bubble of hurt. It was too much at times, causing him to spiral into anxiety attacks when Hunk was asleep. 

Yet, he thrived in the pain he was forced to endure everyday. Maybe it was the fact he was given this power to know what everyone was feeling, but he finally felt like he was worth something. Who else could stand feeling other’s emotions constantly thrown at them, if they were not at least worth something. Call it middle child syndrome, but Lance finally felt like he could make a difference. He could help these people! All he had to do was try to keep them happy and their sadness would begin to melt away. 

Thus, class-clown Lance was born at the age of 16, who was always there to crack a joke. He learned to talk more to make others feel comfortable and laugh loud enough for everyone to feel included. Finally, Lance felt clarity in his mind for the first time in years, and he was able to truly believe he had worth.

However this only solved the problem for a bit, as smiles can only go so far. Soon the sadness returned, albeit weaker than before, but it was still there. This unsettled Lance more than he thought it would. How could he help now? How could he prove he was more than just a cargo pilot? He was already struggling to keep up with Keith and now this? 

It was when Lance was comforting Hunk after a panic attack did he realize just how far his powers could reach. 

The two had been cuddling when Lance felt this pull, this tug towards Hunk’s emotions that he never felt before. He followed it of course and the feeling was indescribable. It was like he drowning in Hunk’s emotions, each feeling circling around him, urging him to touch, to feel. Shakily, he mentally reached out for the anxiety that kept bubbling up and it was like he sinking in this void of emotions that was endless. It wormed itself inside of Lance until it was gone, residing within him rather than Hunk. It was terrifying.

But Hunk’s smile after it was over, his slight laughter as he stated he felt better than he had in years, made it all worth it.


After being swept up in the whirlwind that was Voltron, Lance knew once again that he had worth. It wasn’t in his shooting capabilities or in his powerful bond with his lion or even in the persona he still continued. No, it was in the way he took away Pidge’s worry and soothed it with reassurance, how he slipped into Shiro’s room at night and removed the terror that plagued him to allow him a decent night of rest, and in the way he harbored Allura and Coran’s homesickness for the world they lost and offered them the feeling of family instead. This was his purpose, his way of showing his worth in subtle ways.

It took a toll on Lance though, the emotions he took away finding a home in his chest, weighing him down. He could feel the anxiety in his fingertips, the fear in his bones, and the never ending sadness in his mind. But it was worth it wasn’t it? He was protecting his teammates from the pain of these awful emotions, keeping up the spirits of Voltron through his pain. It was worth it. 

Blue didn’t think so. She’d often lecture Lance on overdoing it and how it truly wasn’t worth it, but couldn’t she see that it was? By him feeling this, surviving through this, he was able to see Pidge laugh freely and Hunk grow into his role as a paladin. Watch as Keith became more open to the group, his previous doubts now backed up with trust in his team. 

Oh cub, can’t you see how it weighs you down, how it tears you apart? She had asked one morning, specifically after a nasty panic attack. Can’t you see you’re worth more than this? That you’re more than just Lance, that you’re my paladin who doesn’t deserve this? Can’t you see?

But in the grand scheme of things, his wellbeing doesn’t matter, only that Voltron can still form. He was simply helping the process and he would be there for his team no matter what.

Despite this, Lance began to close in on himself. He spent hours upon hours with Blue, strengthening his powers so he could become more. He learned to manipulate the emotions, how to expel them onto others, making them feel the pain he suffered through each and everyday. He still went through his daily cleaning, helping each Paladin in whatever form they needed before heading back to his hangar and remaining there till night. The persona Lance built back at the Garrison had begun to crack, but it was fine because he was becoming stronger right? Now he could truly protect his team. He was no longer an emotional dump. He could send those emotions to whoever he pleased. He had worth.

The team began to get worried, however. They noticed how Lance began to close up, disappearing for hours on end. They knew they had to do something about it, but how?

“Maybe we could corner him?” Keith suggested, shrugging. 

“No, no, he wouldn’t tell us what was wrong if we did that. How about we call him up to the bridge?” Hunk replied, glancing at Shiro, who was pacing. 

“I don’t think that’ll work Hunk, you’ve seen Lance. Our best bet might be to go down to his hangar and speak to him there, the Blue Lion might help back us up,” Shiro sighed, looking down the hallway to where the hangars were,”I know he might freeze up but it’s the only option that gives us the backup of a lion.” 

The team nodded, Hunk simply turning silently, before beginning their dissent towards the hangars, nervousness tickling the back of their necks. It wasn’t long until they all stood before the door of the Blue Lion’s hangar. With a quick glance at the team Shiro was about to open it when it opened on its own silently, shocking the team slightly. Blue hummed quietly in the back of their minds before disappearing, allowing the paladins to enter her hangar. 

Hunk almost fainted at what awaited them, the rest gasping at the sight before them. 

There in the middle of the hangar, sat Lance surrounded by a hurricane of black that swirled faster with each passing second. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the paladins, yet they all felt like he just knew. It was when he opened his eyes that all hell broke loose.


Here’s Part Two !

*walks up to mic*

*clears throat*

*SCREECHES*

SEASON TWO IS ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE

2
Giggle Shots

Newt Scamander x Reader

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1156

Warnings: Mild language, kissing, implied smut, possible incorrect HP info??

Request: @vivere-citta 11, 30 and 32 with Newt. I’m sorry, I just love him. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Please tag me whenever you get it posted (no rush, take as long as you need)

11: “just tAKE THE JACKET!”

30: “C-can you hold my hand?”

32: “HOLD MY HAND GODDAMIT!”

A/N: I loved writing this one and I’m not sure whether this was out of character or not. I just thought the Giggle Shots would give me more room to make Newt more outgoing and weird. I really liked this one and I hope you do too. I’m sorry if anything is incorrect in the context of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts, I’ve only recently started reading HP and have only seen Fantastic Beasts once. Enjoy!


You walked out of the bar in silence. Newt bid Tina farewell and he kissed her cheek. She smiled and waved goodbye. Newt ran back to your side. He had just thrown down three shots of giggle juice.

Newt was more clumsy in his step, one foot swinging in front of another. He hiccuped and giggled.

“What?” you laughed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Newt smiled wildly at you. “You look beautiful tonight.”

You blushed and kept walking. Newt ran to catch up with you. You hadn’t had giggle juice because you knew what it did it to you. You lost all control and were impractical. So you only stared at Newt with what you managed, an unamused face.

Newt swung his arms behind you and put his head on your shoulder. He kissed your warm cheeks and watched with wonder as his breath frosted in the air. “You are amazing (Y/N). You are so pretty. Like starlight. You are so funny. You always make me laugh.”

“Okay, okay.” you laughed pushing him off.

Newt was supposed to be walking you back to your apartment, but it seemed that you would have to take him back to his apartment. Or rather his suitcase. Which he left at your apartment. You made him promise not to bring it. He had frowned at you and insisted on bringing his bowtruckle which was still quite clingy.

He petted the bowtruckles head with his thumb and smiled at it in his pocket.

You breathed out, a stream of frosted air blowing in front of your face. You rubbed your arms and blew warm air into your hands, trying to regain feeling. “Remind me again why we can’t Apparate?” you asked him.

He smiled and spun around, throwing his arms out at his sides. He opened his mouth and caught a snowflake on his tongue. He smiled. Satisfied. “Because I love it out here. It’s so beautiful. Also, I’m out of floo powder.” he laughed.

“I might freeze to death by the time we get there.”

“(Y/N),” Newt said, stopping. He pulled his dark peacock coat, careful of the bowtruckle. He began to lay it over your shoulders.

You pushed him off and walked farther ahead. “No, I don’t want your jacket.”

Newt sighed then laughed terribly loud. A laugh like Grindelwald’s. “I know what you’re doing, (Y/N)! You are playing hard to get!” he shouted, overcome with giggles.

“No, I’m not.” you lied.

He laughed louder and took a bounding step forward. “I know I’m delusional right now, but I’m telling the truth! Don’t think I’m stupid!”

“I never said you were.”

“You called me an adorable idiot.”

“Idiot none of the less.” you laughed.

Newt laughed uncontrollably. You had thought the giggle juice shots had worn off now, that or it was just Newt now. “Why don’t you loosen up, (Y/N)? Have some giggle juice and just let loose-ha-that rhymed.” you shook your head and looked at the ground. This was the longest walk home ever. “Hey! Hey!” you slugged your shoulder, “You remember that time you drank so many giggle shots that you jumped on the bar and started doing the Erumpent mating dance! It was adorable!”

“You taught me that dance!” you said defensively. “That was a mistake and I don’t drink giggle shots anymore.”

“Then why’d ya come to the bar with Tina and I?”

You sighed and turned around, stopping in front of him. “Because, Newt I wanted to be with you. I honestly wanted to make sure nothing went down between you and Tina. I don’t want the chance of getting my heart broken. You are probably too drunk to remember this, but yeah, Newt, I like you. I like you a lot. Erumpent mating dance a lot.” you laughed.

Newt smiled and reached for your hand as you began walking again. “C-can you hold my hand?”

You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Newt’s was approaching yours. You stared at it tentatively.

“HOLD MY HAND GODDAMMIT!” Newt yelled in your ear, snatching your hand into his. You were taken by surprise. The two of you burst out laughing as you interlaced Newt’s warm soft hands into yours.

He half smiled. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I just really wanted to hold your hand.” he laughed and smiled innocently.

“I could tell.” you smiled.

Your hands swung between each other.

“Are you still drunk on giggle shots?” you asked Newt.

He smirked and you knew, as his head slanted to the side like usual, a curl falling over of his eyes. You reached up to fix. Your hands touched. The two of you smiled.

Newt dropped his hand back to his side.

You stepped a little closer to Newt and rubbed your free hand on your leg, then blew onto it. “(Y/N),” Newt said softly.

He repeated the motion earlier. Breaking away from you and pulling his jacket back off and offering it to you.

You gave him the same answer and matched the tilt of his head and smiled, saying “No.”

“just tAKE THE JACKET!” Newt screamed, throwing the jacket over your shoulders and wrapping it around tight securing his arms around you.

You looked back to see Newt’s freckled and smiling face resting on your shoulder. “I didn’t want you to be cold.” he smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“You are ridiculous.” you laughed, trying to hold up the jacket by yourself.

Newt wouldn’t let you. He playfully squeezed and held on. “I want to be warm too.” he smiled.

After a long cold walk, the remaining ten minutes, Newt’s arms wrapped around your stomach, you walked into your apartment and ran for the nearest blanket. You kicked the door closed. “It’s so cold outside!” you shouted.

You threw the blanket over yourself and wrapped it around your head, falling onto the sofa. Newt pulled one corner of the blanket from you and sat next to you. His head wrapped around with a blanket, his fingers pinching it around his face. “Can I join you?”

“I guess.” you laughed.

“No more hard to get.” he said.

“What?”

“I’m not letting you get away.” Newt pushed you down and grabbed your face gently and kissed you. He pulled the blanket from you and threw over the two of you. When he pulled away you stared at each other almost complete darkness, the air growing warm between you. His hands and lips were warm compared to yours. You put your cold hand to his cheek, feeling him shiver for a moment only for him to kiss you.

The snow storm continued outside as you kissed Newt under the blanket.

Then the sheets.

My video chat with Newsies' Andy Richardson

I got the extremely lucky chance to Skype with Broadway star Andy Richardson for my theatre class because my uncle is friends with him and I was able to set it up. This is my biggest accomplishment of my life, and I still can’t believe this happened. I never in my wildest dreams would think this would be possible, yet here we are. I’d like to share my experience with y'all because it was such a pure thing and Andy is absolutely wonderful.

Andy was super excited to see us. When the video chat started, he grinned really wide & waved a lot. Anyone who had a question he’d wave and say hi to.

He started off by telling us about himself; he grew up in Austin, Tx and got into theatre when he was around 7 and starred in his second grade play as Cheese(I may have misheard because of buffering, but it sounded like he said he was Cheese). His mom flew him to New York to audition for Gypsy and booked the gig, working alongside Pattie Lupone. After the run, he returned to Texas and continued with school, only to return to NYC to make his Broadway debut in Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas. He then went on to play in Newsies from its start at Paper Mill all the way through to the show’s closing this last year.

We then got to ask him questions, and he was just the cutest, sweetest, and funniest person ever! He seemed really happy with the questions we asked, and here are the highlights:
•He loves getting to do a backflip while wearing a wig that goes all the way down his back and in heels
•He really wants to perform in any Deaf West production
•One of his dream roles is Fiyero
•His favorite show he’s been in is Newsies, but he also loves Kinky Boots, and his favorite character he’s been is Crutchie
•Any time he thought about a question he rocked backwards and inhaled deeply
•Some of his favorite shows are Wicked, Heathers, Newsies, & a few others that I couldn’t hear due to connection issues.
•Upon saying he loved Heathers, my friend Riley(who is very fun & exitable) stood up and screamed “QUICK FOLLOW UP QUESTION: WHAT HEATHER ARE YOU OR ARE YOU VERONICA?”
•Andy Richardson is, in fact, Yellow Heather
•Riley screamed something along the lines of “OH MY GOD SO AM I WE ARE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON!”
•Also did I mention his favorite mEME IS KERMIT THE FROG? He said it doesn’t matter which meme it is, anyone with a frog.
•He also loves the new Meryl Streep one
•He’s very expressive with his face, which causes for hilarious moments when Skype freezes(I might post screenshots)
•He saw some kids filming & asked “Is that snapchat?” and instantly started voguing
•He grew up from a military family, so was very used to referring to adults as “Ma'am, Sir, Mrs. Mr. ext. and when meeting Patty called her "Mrs. Lupone and slightly offended her.
•One of my best friends asked what his favorite song from Newsies was and could he sing it, and what happened next was AMAZING.
•His favorite song to listen to is Once And For All. It is, quote, "Everything you need.”
•He saw the show when he was on a break and he said he was sitting there and the stage started moving, the harmonies mixed, the lights shone brighter and that was the best moment ever.
•He did this really cute thing while describing how he reacted to seeing it where he jumped and leaned back in his chair, placing his hand over his heart.
•(unrelated note that is how me and my friend reacted to seeing that part when he saw it in theaters)
•His favorite song to perform is Letter From The Refuge. It’s such an intimate moment after this intense and fun dance number where it’s just him on stage on a bunk bed with a candle lit.
•He then stARTED SINGING AND I ABOUT DIED
•HE ONLY SANG THE FIRST FEW LINES BUT THOSE WERE THE BEST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE
•My friend literally slid out of her chair once he was done saying “I’m dead, I’m dead, that was so amazing it killed me!”
•One of my friends kind of draped herself by the table when asking her question, and he said “I love the pose!” prompting her to drape herself even more
•He has the MOST ADORABLE LAUGH & HIS SMILE IS PURE GOLD OKAY IT’S SO BRIGHT IT COULD POWER THE DEATH STAR

This is all I can think of right now, but after I watch the video I took I might add more

drabble: rocky date

notes: for Jana, who said “full offense when is alicia gonna write a soft drabble about phans cute seaside date”, here you go, i hope no one else has done this yet

The wind is cold and biting and Dan thinks that his fingers might not survive much longer, despite the thick gloves he’s wearing.

He wants to bury into Phil’s warmth and it takes him a moment before he remembers that he actually can – no one is here, this place is literally the most deserted piece of land they could find. If a fan found them here, Dan might even let them out him and Phil as a reward for that kind of dedication.

He grabs Phil’s hand with both of his and pulls him closer, trying to absorb as much of his body heat as possible.

“Not that I don’t love this,” Dan starts. “But why exactly are we here? I might actually be freezing to death right now. But it’s cool. I’ve always wondered what that would feel like. Do you think my nose would just fall off first?”

Phil looks a bit pained. “I didn’t know it would be so windy and cold.”

Dan can’t help but smile at him. “Phil, we’re in England. In February. You could have maybe predicted this turn of events.”

“I know,” Phil whines and kicks a pebble down the hill. Dan attempts to do the same thing, but- fuck, these rocks are glitchy, is his last coherent thought, before he feels himself tumbling down.

“Dan, fuck, are you okay?” That’s Phil’s voice in front of him. Dan blinks. Blinks again. Looks around. Then looks at Phil again.

“Did I just fall down this fucking hill?” he wonders a bit incredulous, trying to strech his arms in front of him. He has to look up quite a bit to see the spot where they were standing before.

Phil laughs, relief in his voice. “Anything broken?” he asks anyway.

“No, I’m fine, I think,” Dan replies, still not making a move to get up.

Phil runs his hands across Dan’s body, tenderly, as if waiting for Dan to scream. It would actually feel nice, if Dan wasn’t currently freezing to death.

“Okay,” Dan sighs after Phil seems to be sure his limbs are all still attached to his body. “I should get up again, I’m literally sitting in a puddle of water. Let’s go home, please.”

Phil looks dejected again. He mumbles something to himself.

“What did you say?” Dan asks absentmindedly, trying to figure out if his clothes are irreversibly damaged, so he almost misses how Phil goes bright red in the face.

“I said, that I wanted to do something romantic for you and it kind of didn’t turn out how I expected it to. I’m sorry.”

Dan stares. He might actually physically feel his heart melting, he isn’t quite sure. Maybe it’s also a sign of beginning hypothermia.

“I just wanted you to be able to take some aesthetic pictures and be all pretentious and ramble about the expanding of the universe while staring at the sea and stuff. I know you love that.” His voice gets quieter at the end.

“Phil,” Dan says, stepping closer to him. “This was super nice and romantic. And you are-” he stops to press a short kiss on his mouth “-the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. Even if your ideas are very stupid sometimes and I’m way too clumsy to be trusted with walking on glitchy rocks.”

They kiss for a few seconds, but Dan pulls back when it starts to get more heated. “Listen, just because I love you, doesn’t mean I’m willing to die for you out here. My arse is literally wet and I wish that was some kind of euphemism.”

Phil laughs, but lets Dan lead him back towards civilization.

“I’m just glad you’re not mad.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Dan starts casually, “but if you don’t think of something better when you propose, I’m actually going to consider saying no.” He laughs at Phil’s dumbstruck face and takes off.

“Last one at the house has to give the other one a blowjob.” He can hear Phil laughing behind him, but when he turns around, Phil has started to run as well.

Thank god he’s as unfit as Dan is. Dan really deserves that blowjob.

Brendon Urie - FluffySmut

*a/n because I love him*

“Good morning beautiful” Brendon said to you as you opened your eyes and his face beamed at you with his cheeky smile and messy hair.
“Nope, I don’t wanna get up, leave me alone” you said and curled back up into the duvet taking all of it and turning yourself into a burrito.
“Come-on, if you want to stay in bed at least let me join you” He purred at you, making your body tingle.
“Fineee” you turned back around and threw some at him, pretending to be unaffected.
He pulled all of it over him, leaving you with none this time.
“Oi, I might actually freeze to death” you were left in just underwear.
“Well, you’ll have to fight me for it” he said with a cheeky smile.
You climbed across the bed and started hitting the duvet, and pulling at it trying to get it back.
“Give it backkkkkk” you moaned at him, sat on top of him still trying to get it.
He grabbed you and tickled you until you were a laughing and cursing mess on the bed. He pushed the duvet away and sat on top of you.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need the duvet to keep you warm, baby” he purred into your ear and started to make you wet.
“Oh really?” You smiled back at him and he attacked your lips, kissing and biting them, his tongue was dancing with yours. You could feel a bulge in his boxers grow and you opened your legs for him, allowing him to get closer to you.
He kissed your neck gently and grazed it with his teeth, making you writhe under his touch. He noticed you becoming frustrated so his lips trailed further down your body until he was just at you panties.
He took them off with his teeth and kissed your inner thigh, he put one finger inside you, causing you to moan and arch your back at the pleasure you had been craving all morning.
“You’re so wet” Brendon moaned into your ear and added another finger, gently pumping them in and out of you. You moaned slight moans as he moved his head back down and his tongue flicked your clit.
He took his fingers out so he could eat you out easier, you pushed his head down, his arms were wrapped around you thighs, his nails digging in slightly.
His tongue flicked perfectly around you making you rut yourself towards his face more. One of his hands went up to you breast and his squeezed your nipple slightly. You knew you were close but didn’t want to come until Brendon had too, you stopped him and climbed on top. He pulled his boxers off, letting his hard cock out for you. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his width and length.
“Fuck” he moaned under his breath as you moved yourself up and down slowly, leaning into him and kissing his collar bone.
He grabbed your ass and helping push you up and down, moving his hips slightly too.
You were getting turned on at how frustrated his was getting, trying to move you faster on him. You sped up leaning into him more, and moving your hips quicker, panting and moaning.
“I fucking love you” Brendon moaned into your ear.
You felt a knot in your stomach, you couldn’t hold back much longer. Brendon looking like a sweaty mess underneath you, his strangled moans and the feel of him inside you was too much. You sped up, screamed his name and came, still riding him as you orgasmed. The feel of you tightening around him, made him come too, you rode out his orgasm as him yelled profanities and his nails dug into your ass. You slowed down as he finished and collapsed onto him.
“Thank you” Brendon said to you as he pushed your hair away from your face and softly kissed your lips.
“Do we still have to get up?” You asked and pouted.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay here for the day” he replied and pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest.

“Good morning beautiful” Brendon said to you as you opened your eyes and his face beamed at you with his cheeky smile and messy hair.
“Nope, I don’t wanna get up, leave me alone” you said and curled back up into the duvet taking all of it and turning yourself into a burrito.
“Come-on, if you want to stay in bed at least let me join you” He purred at you, making your body tingle.
“Fineee” you turned back around and threw some at him, pretending to be unaffected.
He pulled all of it over him, leaving you with none this time.
“Oi, I might actually freeze to death” you were left in just underwear.
“Well, you’ll have to fight me for it” he said with a cheeky smile.
You climbed across the bed and started hitting the duvet, and pulling at it trying to get it back.
“Give it backkkkkk” you moaned at him, sat on top of him still trying to get it.
He grabbed you and tickled you until you were a laughing and cursing mess on the bed. He pushed the duvet away and sat on top of you.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need the duvet to keep you warm, baby” he purred into your ear and started to make you wet.
“Oh really?” You smiled back at him and he attacked your lips, kissing and biting them, his tongue was dancing with yours. You could feel a bulge in his boxers grow and you opened your legs for him, allowing him to get closer to you.
He kissed your neck gently and grazed it with his teeth, making you writhe under his touch. He noticed you becoming frustrated so his lips trailed further down your body until he was just at you panties.
He took them off with his teeth and kissed your inner thigh, he put one finger inside you, causing you to moan and arch your back at the pleasure you had been craving all morning.
“You’re so wet” Brendon moaned into your ear and added another finger, gently pumping them in and out of you. You moaned slight moans as he moved his head back down and his tongue flicked your clit.
He took his fingers out so he could eat you out easier, you pushed his head down, his arms were wrapped around you thighs, his nails digging in slightly.
His tongue flicked perfectly around you making you rut yourself towards his face more. One of his hands went up to you breast and his squeezed your nipple slightly. You knew you were close but didn’t want to come until Brendon had too, you stopped him and climbed on top. He pulled his boxers off, letting his hard cock out for you. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his width and length.
“Fuck” he moaned under his breath as you moved yourself up and down slowly, leaning into him and kissing his collar bone.
He grabbed your ass and helping push you up and down, moving his hips slightly too.
You were getting turned on at how frustrated his was getting, trying to move you faster on him. You sped up leaning into him more, and moving your hips quicker, panting and moaning.
“I fucking love you” Brendon moaned into your ear.
You felt a knot in your stomach, you couldn’t hold back much longer. Brendon looking like a sweaty mess underneath you, his strangled moans and the feel of him inside you was too much. You sped up, screamed his name and came, still riding him as you orgasmed. The feel of you tightening around him, made him come too, you rode out his orgasm as him yelled profanities and his nails dug into your ass. You slowed down as he finished and collapsed onto him.
“Thank you” Brendon said to you as he pushed your hair away from your face and softly kissed your lips.
“Do we still have to get up?” You asked and pouted.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay here for the day” he replied and pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest.

the town with an ocean view

request: “hey i heard you’re a new blog and i wanted to check ya out! i was wondering if i could request a josh x reader where the reader is feeling kinda down and josh spends the day cheering her up. like they spend the whole day together and stuff. can’t wait to read it <3 :)”

author’s note: so this fic isn’t the usual type of “reader feeling down” i wanted to be more creative with it and i hope you guys enjoy! please keep requesting (whether it’s josh or tyler) they make my day :-) 

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anonymous asked:

1/2 Hello! Thanks so much for running this blog! It's been super helpful with my writing! I have this character who, as a child, was locked in a closet for days(at most four) on end whenever he did something that wasn't what his parents wanted him to do. The character is in his early twenties in the story, and I wanted to know how he might react if he were put back in that situation again, for just a few minutes. I thought that he might freeze up, and maybe begin flashing back to those times.

2/2 (Same anon with the character who was locked in a closet as a child) Would that be a realistic way for him to react? I don’t know if this affects that particular situation, but he was physically abused as a child, and went through repeated sexual assaults through his childhood, and even up to the point he’s at now. He was also, as a young child, made to believe that it was his fault that his brother was killed. He seeks whatever positive human contact that he can get. Thanks so much!

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Being stuck in a closet/ bathroom/walk in fridge/other small space that he could be stuck in-

could cause any of the following reactions realistically:

-Freezing up and flashing back.

- A sort of… you know when you’re so panicked that you’re calm? Like ‘welp I might die, but this is fine’

-Breaking stuff

- Hurting himself (scratching his arms/banging his head)

-Trying to frantically get out and therefore doing either or both of the two above.

- Cry

- Curl up in a ball

- Yell for help


So basically, yes, that is realistic, but if you wanted some other options, there ya go.

Hope that helps!

TS

Fanfic: Lord Zarkon is Never Ready (2)

Summary: Despite the peace in the universe, Zarkon is famous for his fighting prowess and readiness to face his opponents. But when it comes to Keith, he is never ready.

An AU where the Voltron universe is a peaceful universe, Zarkon is the Black Paladin he was supposed to be and the only things he hate with passion are Coran’s goo and a boy named Takashi Shirogane. 

***Inspired by @inariazuha’s works. 

***Thank you for the permission to credit!

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###Lord Zarkon is not Ready for Successors###

“So you’re saying these toys can represent our lions in seeking our successors,” Zarkon clarified with a deadpanned tone.

The talk had come up upon the Paladins’ weekly dinner a month ago, but Zarkon didn’t take it seriously. Now he regretted it, because Alfor certainly had, and his band of Royal Engineers had made tiny version of their lions and had the gall to claim that those mini-Voltrons could do the job. Nuh uh. Not going to believe it.

“Not exactly representing, but their activation trigger is connected to our lions’ activation trigger, so they won’t be turned on unless their Paladin—or someone worthy to be their Paladin—is nearby. That’s also why we only have Black and Blue active right now.”

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