i tried not to cry i really did

I cannot begin to explain what that entire segment with Lucretia did to my heart. There was never a fallout, there was never this big, dividing argument that split the group apart. They loved each other to the end.

They never stopped loving each other. They never stopped being each other’s family.

And Lucretia couldn’t bear their pain. She saw the way they hurt - saw them becoming colder, or sadder, or quieter - and she couldn’t take it. She chose to be alone for the chance to make them happy again. She tried so hard to make them happy again.

I don’t know if she’s aware that their individual happiness was limited - I don’t know if she knows how much pain they all faced eventually - but she must have seen them happy at the Bureau. Making friends, doing things they loved that maybe they’d stopped doing shortly before their memories were gone, making jokes like they used to - that must have been like coming home for Lucretia.

Lucretia loves her family so much.

BTS replaced you. - pt.3

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“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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300 words or less

Mission: Either pick a starter (or 2 or 3 or 1500) or have people ask you to write a small thing in 300 words or less in response.  You (or your followers) can pick whether you make it angsty or fluffy or smutty or whatever and who you’re writing about. Feel free to add starters!

“I can’t sleep without you here…”
“I’m fine.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m not okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“I’m leaving…and I’m not coming back.”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“I never meant for it to go this far.”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“I’m never going to leave you.”
“Shh, you’re safe now.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was happy.”
“I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”
“Great, how are we supposed to get home now?”
“I hope you like scary movies!”
“You’re not gonna cry, are you?”
“I got the call last night…”
“Wow, I guess you really are that ticklish.”
“I tried to surprise you, but I spilled your coffee on the way over…”
“Do you wanna get out of here?”
“Did you hear something?”
“Shh, I think I hear something.”
“You smell really nice.”
“I wish you would talk to me.”
“I need you to talk to me.”
“Can you hear me?”
“Please don’t do this…”
“You won’t miss me.”
“I wish I never met you.”
“I wish I met you sooner.”
“You wanna go back to my place?”
“You should think about what you’ve done.”

NCT irl at Kcon2017

Oooohhhh fuck can I just start off with they’re all really fucking attractive and pictures don’t do them justice? Like seriously pictures cannot contain how perfect they are.

Taeil: He’s super cute like really cute. His body is even cute. He’s like right in the middle not super tall but not short. When u look at his face u just wanna smile. Really smooth skin like u wanna rub it, it’s like after u shave ur legs. Has big puppy dog eyes like u finna get lost in them shits sis. His hair is very nice and looks healthy, his hair kinda looks weird sometimes in photos but it really suits him irl!!! Some girl got chosen for Doyoung and Taeil to sing a song to her and Taeil sang a Bruno mars song I’m sorry I really can’t remember what it’s called but you guys know that one Bruno mars love song. His English was PRECIOUS he has a very sweet sing song voice. Everyone melted when he sang the Bruno Mars song like GODDDD boy really can sing well!! He’s a super cute puppy flower boy, he gives off pretty boy vibes 🌸. He was smiling a smol cute little smile the whole time he was very precious and I just wanted to love him.

Taeyong: MY FUCKING BIAS. WOOOW HES SOOO ATTRACTIVE WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE??? I WAS IN THE RED CARPET TAKING PICS THEN HE CAME OUT AND I JUST I PUT MY PHONE DOWN AND STARED AT HIM I HAD TO EXPERIENCE HIS BEAUTY RIGHT THERE MY MOUTH GOT FUCKING DRY AT HIS BEAUTY. Super nice skin super cute lil sweet heart trying to please everyone fan interaction every time u turn around. When he dances he GETS INTO IT his hair flops all around it’s really adorable! He hits all his moves super sharp and it’s very pleasing to see. He had a solo before all the other boys came out and he KILT THAT SHIT everyone was in shock because it was so good. He was very nervous and I was like abt to cry bc that’s my baby and no. He was talking in English and messed up and he DID THE CUTEST SHIT EVER he just looked at the ground and started smiling and all the boys just patted his back everyone said “awww” tho so I hope that made him feel better. Really a perfectionist, tried his hardest to speak really good English, ohh boy his English voice is cuteeeeee. He kept taking his jacket off because he was gettin hot. Has nice arms, the boys weren’t lying ab those veins girl u can see them from miles away, he has nice hands too. He’s kinda like Taeil he’s not very tall he’s more on the shorter side but very nice thin pretty dancer body. He was so pretty?They had a little fan interaction wheel of fortune thingy and he kept doing all the little popular American dances he was gettin it in. On stage he’s got a very sexy idgaf vibe, but in reality he’s cute and quiet. A fan had the same hair color as him and when he walked by her he pointed to his hair and then hers and gave a thumbs up. In all he really works hard and you can tell he really cares for everyone especially his members, he’s very nervous but once he gets past that he’s super cute and wants to make sure fans have a good time. ALSO HES FUCKING GORGEOUS I CANT EXPLAIN.

Johnny: BIG HES BIG TALL LEAN BUT MUSCULAR BUILD HE’S THE EPITOME OF A MAN. Very tall, I was at his elbow. He was right next to me and I almost fainted he was so hot. He has these little patches that look like irritated or inflamed skin on his left cheek near his neck and under his jaw his makeup artists covered it really well tho so I really couldn’t tell. He has flawless pore less skin it looked really soft and dewy. His hair was actual sex, the pictures don’t do him justice he fucking ROCKS this hair and it makes him give off sexy vibes. When I told him I loved him he gave me the sweetest smile ever and ugh I melted. Very polite baby!! Asked how everyone in my isle was doing and waved to everyone! I can’t get over how nice his body was I just wanted him to wrap me up in his arms so badly they looked so strong, his body is actually pretty wide but he’s lean and muscular, like he could engulf you. Bless those stylists tho bc his clothes fit him really well and he looked very cute. He’s a precious pure baby in a big sexy man body, he was smiling the whole concert everyone was PIPING HIS HEAD YO. He was talking and it got quiet and he was asking the members to show something and asking the girl who got picked for the song to pick a singing member and a girl in my isle screamed “I pick you Johnny” and he couldn’t contain his smile and laughter like he was cracking tf up. Every time it got quiet I would scream Johnny along with 2-3 other people in my isle and he would smile SO BIG. He was really happy, lots of Johnny stans there. His legs are big and long, when he dances you can see how big they are, he was smirking the whole cherry bomb choreo bc everyone kept screaming his name. In all he was extremely extremely handsome I wasn’t ready I had no idea how handsome he was! He’s so underrated please love him he deserves it. He’s a cute shy baby with a sexy face and body like he would treat u so well I can just tell. I really wanna meet him again!

Win win: PRINCE OF FUCKING CHINA. Huge eyes like they’re half his face. Symmetrical face with very nice features. Sort of round face. Good hair, pretty doll lips. He’s sort of on the shorter side and he’s thin but not as thin as Taeyong. He was gettin hyped, there were a lot of win win stans with little signs and stuff. He didn’t speak any English but listened very intently when Mark and Johnny and the others spoke English, you can tell he really wants to learn. I feel like he’s a fast learner. Very articulate and energetic dancer, looks like he’s having the time of his life on stage. Laughs at anything the members say, he really loves them. I was wearing an nct banner on my shoulders and he pointed at it and gave a heart and I thought I died for a sec. He tries to make sure every fan can see him like when they were waving goodbye he took the longest and kept stopping to wave 😂. He’s a cute baby and sometimes it seems like he isn’t thinking about anything? He loves being on stage and dances amazing I was so impressed by him, the other members all dance very well too. He seems very innocent and sweet, he works very hard and does a very energetic stage. Really tho he’s so handsome like prince of China frfr.

Jaehyun: TALL BABY! HANDSOME BABY! PRETTY BABY! MUSCULAR BABY! He really is tall, almost as tall as Johnny. Definitely most muscular in NCT he has BIG arms, you can see through his clothes how defined he is. His voice is deep, like deeper than on the actual tracks. AMAZING LIVE Singer. He sang live the whole time and everyone was amazed. He’s actually very good at dancing!!! A real man!! The type of guy u wanna wife up. Shy but confident, very smiley and cute with his members. His hair is really nice I wanted to run my hands through it so bad. When he was in the isle with me he kept looking around and licking his lips 😫😫. He’s really built so well and his voice sounds like honey. Actual prince. You think he looks good in pictures? Well if you see him in real life your gonna be blown back by his handsomeness.
Actor like chiseled features, looks like his jawline will cut you. Big eyes, small face. He was very pale, but not extremely pale he was just very symmetrical and perfect looking, he looked like if you could create the perfect man. Overall he seemed like a cute reserved sweet heart, once again shockingly handsome and sexy but also very cute!

Doyoung: BEAGLE! THIS BOY IS TALL AND CUTE! THIS BOY IS BOYFRIEND MATERIAL! He has very circular big eyes, he’s pretty thin. Legs r long as fuck they look like they’re his whole body. Sweet high voice when he sings, he sings very well live. When he was singing to the girl i was shocked how nice his voice really was. Cute hair, it’s also kinda thin. He gives off cutesy boyfriend vibes. Aesthetic boyfriend. Model boyfriend. Very well spoken and articulate. Very chic! Once again he seems like a model or something. All his clothes looked like he was modeling them. Cute stage presence equally cute up close. He wasn’t shy at all he just walked down the isle I was like damn ok. He has this sort of happy but chic aura. This boy knows what he’s doing he’s very good. Overall I just wanna walk through ny with him and take aesthetic pictures, such a boyfriend oml.

Yuta: HANSOME! SMART! LIKE REALLY DAMN HANDSOME! He’s a bias wrecker, he damn near stole my heart. Sexy boy fr tho idk if he knows how sexy he is tho. Good dancer too. DEEP DEEP VOICE FUCKKKK. His Korean is really good too. He’s in the middle for height also. When he dances he thrusts his hips a lot. You know that part in the beginning of cherry bomb the “I’m the biggest hit” part? Boy was thrusting his hips super hard. Nice body, also kinda thin but somewhat muscular. Really attractive and handsome, it’s like he commands your attention and leaves you wanting more. More of a smirk than a smile on stage. Cocky and sexy on and off stage, off stage he’s a tiny bit more cute tho. Sexy without trying sort of dancing. Sweater paws the whole night! He wasn’t sweating super bad despite his million layers of clothes. Seems like the school bad boy. Major bad boy vibes. Watch out tho bc then he’ll do some cute shit and steal ur heart. Overall very sexy with a good stage presence, I feel like he’s very cocky but in a good way like it’s hot, MAJOR BIAS WRECKER.

Mark: SUPER CUTE SUNSHINE BABY TRYING HIS BEST HE WANTS TO PLEASE YOU HES A GIFT FROM GOD! When I tell you the cutest most sweetest lil baby ever I mean it. Little baby facial features with big round eyes. His voice is surprisingly deep in real life? Tries to give bad boy sexy vibes on stage but just ends up being a cutie. PROTECT HIM. He can dance very well I would say one of the best dancers. FULL OF ENERGY THE WHOLE NIGHT. His hair was all floppy and bouncing around it was so precious. He was getting down to the wheel of fortune song like he was actually dancing really well to the random tune. He’s just so super cute and smiley UGJ. He will brighten your day. He was nervous and kept stuttering in English and smiling at the floor it was cute. His English voice is so nice to hear it’s like the perfect tone it just sort of flows into you ears. Bouncing around the stage the whole night. TRYING HIS ABSOLUTE HARDEST AND BEST. Really hard worker. Sweating a bit but it was cute. Everything he does is cute. Overall I jut wanna protect him and watch him grow and get more popular, he’s really so lovable.

Haechan: AWWWWWWW CUTE LIL BABY BOY! SOOO EXCITED AB EVERYTHING! When he dances he also bounces around. SMOL! Heart piercing smile! SMIRKING THROUGH EVERY PERFORMANCE. It’s funny because he thinks he’s older than he is and it’s really cute. CUTE PRECIOUS BABY FAT I HOPE IT NEVR GOES AWAY. Sweet baby face and very interesting and melodic voice. I’m smiling while I write this y'all he was so cute in his little shorts. He was so fucking happy and excited just really super precious. He can dance really well too he killed his solo thingy. Really sweet baby you would never know how much of a trouble maker he was. He’s really the cutest lil thing and so excited he couldn’t contain it! God I just wanna protect him.

The Jealousy’s Evening

for the anon who sent in this amazing prompt, thank you! 

Today wasn’t Castiel’s favorite day. The past few days hadn’t been his favorite day. A lot of things were currently not okay and all he could do was fake a smile and get on with school, with life.
It wasn’t that he was allowed to complain - in the end Dean had never been his in the first place. But seeing him kiss Lisa… it hurt. It hurt seeing them together, so close and happy. 

Of course, Castiel didn’t have any feelings for Dean, he was just upset that he was losing his best friend. They had been close for a long time, stayed over at each other’s houses a lot, slept in the same bed, shared clothes and did everything together. They were inseparable, until Dean started dating Lisa. 

For Castiel it had been out of nowhere when Dean had told him he and Lisa were a thing. At first, he’d just been slightly annoyed, but when days passed he began to realize how much it influenced him and his friendship with Dean. Way more than he wanted to admit. 

He just wanted the old Dean back, spend time with him doing nothing- hang out on the roof and talk about school or Dean’s father being a dick and Gabriel who’d stolen from the candy shop. That was ages ago and Cas was probably never getting that back.

Dean never wanted to hang out and ‘do nothing’, had not once suggested to take a ride with the Impala and watch the sunset while sipping beer as they sat on the hood of the car. The only thing that was the same, were them staying over at each other’s houses, doing homework together and their movie night on Friday. 

At least, Castiel thought.

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Exeunt pursued by man in bear suit.

I had two weird dreams last night, which I suppose were technically all part of the same dream, wherein I was visited by dead people. I mean they weren’t dead Dead in the dream, but my brain was self aware enough to be like, “you know these people don’t belong here in your house…they’re dead…also they’re Terry Pratchett and Robin Williams, this is a dream”. 

I first knew something was off kilter because when I walked into my kitchen, Terry Pratchett was sitting there drinking a mug of tea. The dragon under the stove was also a give away, but famous authors, even dead ones, are not often found in my kitchen (contrary to what you’ve heard about my baking). He was reading something, and to my absolute horror I realized it was one of my manuscripts. I started to stutter and sat down in front of him, and because I am British offered him a slice of cake to go with his tea, so I might slide my work out from under his fingers. Not to be distracted by the prospect of a Victoria Sponge however, Terry looked up at me and said 

“It’s a shame really, I was rather enjoying it until the words just stopped…why did you stop? Did you lose your words too?”

At which point I rocketed upright in bed and tried to rationalize why Terry Pratchett would be in my dream and giving me a mild telling off for not writing anything…and then because it was Terry and I miss him, had a bit of a cry and went back to sleep.

Which was when I “woke up” in my bed because I was being prodded in the side. Assuming it was my husband trying to wake me I rolled over and told him to go away, at which point the voice of Robin Williams bounced around the room at full volume as he yelled, “Rise and shine funny-girl, it’s time to climb the walls!”

Ah yes, thought I, I am still asleep and dreaming…or I am in a coma and someone is playing Robin Williams to try and wake me up…which was the point when I heard Terry Pratchett ask, “Is she up yet?”


“Tip her out the bed.”

So because Terry Pratchett told him to, Robin Williams tipped me out of my dream bed, and laughed at me when I swore.

“Ach aye, there’s your accent lassie, none of that Amerrrrrican inflection, eh? Just had to get you good and mad.” said Mr Williams, in his own Scottish imitation, hauling me upright and carrying me over his shoulder out the door while I squawked and flailed at the indignity of it all.

The next few images where a blur of motion and sound, but after that we were in a castle which I recognized to be one of my own ideas. My own characters stood stock still like cutout cardboard mannequins, frozen in time, the last action I had written them into. 

Terry was walking between them, pausing every now and then to peer at them through his spectacles like they were an exhibit in a wax museum and giving a little nod every so often, like he had just seen the eyelashes in the wax and was mildly impressed.

Robin at this point, had his arm around my shoulders and was giving me the grand tour of my own work, yelling out jokes about my characters and making me laugh at them.

“And here we have underdeveloped character number three! Half baked and still gooey at the center, it’s salmonella for everybody but at least it tastes good!”

When I looked round again, Terry was sitting at the foot of the dais to the empty throne, sheets of paper between his hands again as he read from the script.

“It says here “exeunt pursued by man in bear suit”…” he said.

“I thought it was funny…” I replied sheepishly…looking at the world which had sparkled mere moments before and watching the color seep away until it was turning grey and cold at the edges… “I thought…well it doesn’t matter. I scrapped it.”


“I don’t know.”

“Did you lose your words?”


“Then why aren’t you writing?”

“I don’t…”—by now the world was starting to fall apart and crumble to dust, falling upwards into the pitch black sky as though it was being pulled away by a black hole.

Robin came in front of me then, placing both giant hands on my shoulders and leaning in until we were butting heads.

“I know it’s hard,” he said, smiling right into my soul, “I know it’s hard when all you want to do it stop. And sometimes you have to, sometimes you can’t chase the demons out. But what you can do, and no one ever tells you this, funny-girl, what you can do…is make ‘em laugh. You can’t burn ‘em out, you can’t chase ‘em out, and you can’t leave without them because it’s your head, but you can make ‘em laugh. You can shake hands with the devil and make him laugh. The world is your clam chowder, and if you’re really lucky, you’ll still find the pearl. Does that make sense? No? Good, nothing makes sense, nothing in this whole existence we like to pretend is reality makes sense, nothing but doing your best and trying to make yourself happy, and if you can’t do that do it for others. You can, you know you can…otherwise your mother wouldn’t be so angry when you tell jokes and there wouldn’t be a man over there dressed in a bear suit waiting to follow us out.”

Laughing and crying, I looked over to where he had pointed, and there was indeed a man in a bear suit. He waved, and I waved back. 

By now the world had dissolved, the walls melting away until only the cut out people remained, illuminated by starlight where previously there had only been black. I turned round when I felt a hand on my shoulder and found Terry standing behind me, his eyes crinkling up under bushy eyebrows as he smiled, handing me back my manuscript.

“I have to go now,” he said, “we both do, because this isn’t real and you’re dreaming. But I’ll have that cake before I go.”

So the three of us turned together to walk out over the stars, pursued by a man in a bear suit.

I woke up sometime before four am, with a heavy ache in my throat, feeling rung out and completely exhausted, but ultimately feeling as though somehow everything is going to be okay. I’ve got walls to paint and chores to do, but later on I’m going to bake a cake and then I’m going to write. And I’m keeping the bear suit joke.

I Do, But He Doesn't

Summary: Richie is the best man at his friend’s wedding but he knows that he has to stop it or else regret it for the rest of his life.

A/N: “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Yeah, so freaking cliché, I feel like I’m writing a romantic comedy, blah.

Word Count: 2345


It really was a beautiful set up. The church was small, rather quaint compared to some of the others that they had considered. It had been decorated in a sea of blue and silver, the colors covering nearly every inch of the place. She had chosen daisies as her flowers, so the centerpieces and bouquets had been a mixture of tones of blue daises. The groomsmen were in traditional suites, their ties cobalt while the bridesmaids wore a floor length silver gown. It was as if plucked from a dream, a fluffy, happy, perfect dream that only a bride could come up with.

And Richie hated all of it.

He stood outside, sucking down his fourth cigarette in thirty minutes. His concentration was fleeting as he repeated his speech for the millionth time. Each words sounded like a load of shit coming from his mouth but he kept trying, each attempt worse than the last. An alarm sounded on his watch and he cursed, tossing his half smoked death stick to the ground before stomping on it with his dress shoes.

As he reentered the church the smell of daises wafted back to him, making him feel sick. He ignored the guests as they rolled in, greeting one another as if this wasn’t the worst day of the trashmouths life. Like he wasn’t dying inside. He neared his intended room, taking in a deep breath before entering, his heart nearly pounding right out of his chest.

“There you are!” An excited voice cooed, Richie couldn’t help but smirk as he turned towards his friend. “God, I thought I lost the best man for a second.” Eddie joked, taking three long strides until he was right in front of Richie. “I need you to do my tie. Ma will kill me if it isn’t done right.”

Richie gulped down the lump in his throat, nodding as his fumbled with the silk. He wasn’t sure how, but his shaky hands finished the task quickly before he lost his mind at their closeness. Eddie frowned, sending the trashmouths stomach to the floor. “You smell like an ash tray.” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I should be the one that’s nervous not you. It’s my wedding.”

There was a painful rip in Richie’s chest at the statement, he could practically feel his emotions seeping through the open wound. “I know.” He managed to reply, rubbing the back of his neck. “About that-“

“Can you believe I’m getting married? And to a catholic girl? Pretty crazy right?”

Richie sighed, his stomach churning painfully. “Yeah. Crazy.”

“Thanks for being here. I know the others are groomsmen too, and Bev is a bridesmaid but I really needed you to help me get through this. I knew I could count on you.” He smiled up to Richie, making the trashmouths head spin. “You’re my best friend Rich.”

Richie tried to bite back to the tears but a few escaped, rolling down his cheeks. Eddie noticed immediately, rubbing his arm for support. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

He sniffled, trying to compose himself. “No. No it’s not you.” He choked, “It’s never you Eds.”

“Then what is it? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” Richie whimpered, whipping away the tears from his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry to do this to you right now, but there isn’t any way I could live with myself if I didn’t.” Eddie shook his head, confusion covering every inch of his perfect face. The trashmouth managed a chuckle, it was pathetic and weak but it was something that could ground him to the situation at hand. “Eddie, you can’t marry Myra.” 

“W-What?” The small man replied, taking a step back from his friend. “What are you talking about?”

“I know it sounds rude and it’s so fucking terrible for your best man to do this but you can’t marry her. She isn’t right for you.”

Eddies face turned red, his body shook in frustration as he hissed, “What the fuck Richie?”

Richie flinched, tears still blurring his vision. “I’m sorry.”

“Where is this coming from?” Eddie asked, raking his hands through his perfectly sculpted hair, ruining it forever. “You told me that you liked Myra.”

“I know.”

“You were there when I picked out the ring, when I asked her to marry me.”

“I know Eds.” Richie whispered, feeling his heart crack at the horrific memory. “I know all of that but you can’t marry her okay? You just can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, shaking his head. “She’s a good girl and this is what people do right? So why shouldn’t I marry her?”

Richie clenched his fists, his nails digging into the tender flesh of his palms. Warm blood began to run down into the crevice of his fingers but he ignored it. “She isn’t right Eds. I’m telling you as your best friend, you aren’t supposed to marry her.”

“Then who am I supposed to marry Rich?”


The earth stood still, time became irrelevant as the two stared at each other, both shocked that the confession had come out. The simple word ate away the air around them, poisoning them with every second that passed. It was Eddie who spoke, so soft that if they weren’t the only ones there it would have been lost. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re supposed to marry me.” Richie managed to repeat. Eddie stood there, staring at him, his mouth gaped opened. Richie could feel his heart rip from his chest, practically presenting itself to the man before him. The look on the grooms face was unreadable, his eyes completely distant. “I-I love you Eddie. I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you and fuck does my timing suck but you can’t marry her. You’re supposed to be with me.”

“Richie I-I” The smaller man paused, sighing heavily. His hands rubbed his face, obviously shaken by his friend’s words. Richie frowned, closing the gap between them. Slowly he lowered his face, lingering just above Eddie’s lips.

He expected the groom to shy away, to slap him and spew some profanity in his direction but he didn’t. Eddie just stood there, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at Richie. The trashmouth’s hands found his hips, pulling him closer. Eddie responded, sliding his hands behind Richie’s neck.

Richie kissed him, his chapped lips and lingering nicotine brushing against Eddie’s perfect porcelain mouth. There was a moan that stretched between them as the kiss deepened, both of them becoming hungry for the others touch. Richie’s hands moved without his permission, pushing the groom’s jacket from his shoulders and allowing to fall to the ground. Eddie reacted, shoving the trashmouth against the wall, practically ripping his jacket off. They fumbled with one another, their hands pulling at the clothing they wore. Eddie unbuckled Richie’s pants, speaking under his breath. “Fuck Richie.”

“I know.” Richie replied, allowing the smaller man to slide his hand down his overly tight dress slacks. He let out a ragged moan, feeling Eddie’s hand grip onto him. Richie pressed himself into him, nipping at the other mans exposed skin. It was like wildfire and Richie wasn’t sure if he could stop but he knew it was supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be them.

There was a knock at the door that halted their movements. “Eddie, you’ve got five minutes.” Mike’s voice spoke through the barrier. “Have you seen Richie? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Eddie ripped himself from Richie, stumbling as he walked towards the door. “No, I haven’t seen him. C-Check in the alley, he’s probably smoking.”

“Yeah okay.” Mike replied, “I will.”

“Okay.” Eddie replied, dismissing his groomsmen. He looked back to Richie, shaking his head. There was something that he had said but it was uncommendable. He leaned against the door, not bothering to adjust his clothes as he slid down to the ground, burying his face in his hands.

Richie felt his heart sink. Slowly he approached the groom, kneeling down to his level. “Eddie.” He whispered, rubbing his knee gently.

“What am I going to do now?” He whispered, “I can’t face them after what we just did, what I just did. Fucking shit.”

“I’m sorry.” Richie choked, sighing as he kissed the other man’s knee. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen this way, I just want you to be happy.”

“I didn’t even know I was unhappy Rich. I never though this-we would happen and now? Now I’m completely lost.” He replied, undoing his messy tie before tossing it to the side. “I was supposed to get married today.”

“You were.” Richie replied, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. “I fucked everything up.”

“Yeah. You did.” Eddie retorted chuckling. “Way to crash a wedding Tozier.” The trashmouth smiled, leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on the groom’s lips. The smaller man sighed, leaning his head against Richie’s shoulder as he pulled away. “What now?”

Richie smiled, “I have an idea.”

Beverly bit her nails, darting her eyes around the drug store parking lot. Her weight shifted in her heels, pulling at her bridesmaids dress. She cursed the damn thing, pulling at it angrily. Ben appeared beside her, his suite hugging his now fit body perfectly. “Are they here yet?” He asked, removing the bags from the other car and placing them on the hood.

“No. I texted Bill and he said they were on their way.” She replied, pulling out a cigarette from her behind her ear and lighting it. “I just hope Mike can calm all those people down, you know how Eddie’s mom is.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just glad Richie texted us before Eddie sent that note, god can you imagine what it’s like there?” He asked, leaning against the car beside his wife.

“I can, I had to deal with that bridezilla for over a year. She’s just like Eddie’s mother.” Beverly hissed, taking in a long drag of her death stick. “There’s good news though.”

“What’s that?”

“Stan owes us twenty bucks. He said that Richie would stop the wedding at the altar, I said just before.” She smiled up at him, smoke trailing from her nostrils. Ben smirked back, kissing the tip of her nose fondly.

Bill’s car pulled up then and Beverly groaned. “Finally.” She hissed as the four men exited the vehicle. “What took so long?”

“I had to get your twenty.” Stan replied, handing his friend the bill. “Your good at these things, should I be worried?”

Beverly only smirked, biting her bottom lip and slipping the money into her bra. Eddie rounded the car and sneered, “I can’t believe you guys betted against my wedding.”

“We didn’t.” Bill corrected, “We b-bet on Richie ruining your wedding.”

“Well they do have a point Eds.” Richie joked, following close. “I did ruin your big day.”

Eddie pursed his lips, ignoring his friend’s laughter. “Yeah ha-ha, funny, except you guys aren’t the ones who have to face all those fucking people.”

“Hey don’t worry about that right now.” Beverly cooed, tossing him one of the bags. “You’re about to go on your honeymoon. Cheer up.” She tossed Richie the other one, winking. The two pulled off their suites, changing into the clothes that had been shoved into the bag hastily.

“Do you think it’s wrong of me to go? I mean I did leave her at the altar.” Eddie asked, his stomach twisting painfully. He could only imagine what she was going through right now, what everyone was going through. Richie and he had ruined the wedding, jumping through the window and calling their friends for an immediate evacuation.

Ben shook his head, allowing Richie to steady himself by clutching onto his arm as he slid off his pants. “No, she was a horrible person. Total bitch.”

There was an accumulation of agreement between the group and Eddie’s face flustered. “What? Why in the hell didn’t any of you say anything? You all said she was okay!”

“Yeah well we planned on Richie growing a pair long before you got engaged.” Stan replied, accepting Eddie’s dress shirt as he handed it to him.

“Hey I have a very nice pair, thank you very much.” Richie replied, making a crude gesture through his jeans. The group rolled their eyes, practically groaning at the sight.

“I hope you keep that shit to yourself when you’re my best man.” Stan hissed.

Eddie laughed, pulling on the last of his garments. “You don’t want him as your best man. He was mine and now look.”

Stan cringed, “You’re right. Eddie you’re my new best man.”

“I don’t t-think so.” Bill interjected, “He’s mine. Your stuck with your original, no trading.” They bickered for a moments until Eddie and Richie were finished changing.

Beverly stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with happiness. “Here are your tickets.” She whispered, handing Eddie a small booklet. “Call us when you land okay?”

“Okay.” He replied, embracing her. She planted a gentle kiss to his cheek before pulling away. The others hugged the two briefly, each of them sharing their own words of encouragement. Ben handed them the keys to his car, lecturing them about safety and handling to which they nodded annoyingly.

Richie took the driver’s seat, awakening the engine. Eddie followed slowly, sliding into the passenger seat with a sigh. “You aren’t regretting this are you?” The trashmouth asked, looking over to the now ex-groom. “Because if you are we can just go back. I know I sprung this on you and Myra isn’t all that bad, I mean she is but if you do actually love her than you should be with her not me because-“

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie breathed. Slowly he interlaced their fingers, bringing Richie’s hand to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on top of his wrist. “You were right. I am supposed to be with you.”

Richie smiled, his heart swelling. “I love you Eds.”

“I love you too.”

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hiveswap positivity post, the shit i loved about it, spoilers obviously:

  • animation was lovely, i loved watching joey dance around
  • the fucking joke with the lone gunbirds, that is a such a DATED reference, but also the way the music got more uncertain and dejected with each birb failure, i was in stitches
  • joey’s struggle to find ways to connect to her late mom, but the way she spaces them out, is incredible and very real and painful
  • the light the entire game cast grandpa harley in holy shit. like there were multiple times i was laughing in that kind of “i need to laugh or i’m gonna be reminded too strongly of my grandmother and break down crying.” and hand in hand with that, while not remotely an excuse, the sort of horrific realization of why grandpa is like this. it’s So Much.
  • jude’s ‘quirk’ honestly was so fucking charming i hate it
  • JOEY IS NOT STRAIGHT. john homestuck remains the only str8 kid in homestuck txt it.
  • all the backgrounds were so stuffed full of tacit storytelling and easter eggs and stuff, i would not say no to having big glossy high res copies of each one to just examine them.
  • dril did some additional writing for the game holy shit lol
  • I NAMED THE SLOTH LUSUS SLUTHUS and to be honest i love the sluthus so much, i was making winded crying noises. the picture of xefros laying on its belly while it hangs upside down from a tree was transcendent. also the sad slow way it tried to move rubble was oh my godddddd i love sluthus.
  • the dammek twist was honestly really cool and interesting and i am DYING to learn more about him. i think it’s very interesting to set up this rebel boy who is all about the Revolution….. except for the guy who is a lower caste than him. that’s some Shit right there, and I want to see the culmination of that, and to see if Jude will have any influence on Dammek for the better.
  • the fact that joey modeled her love of vet stuff in direct opposition with her father’s love of hunting, holy SHIT. /clap clap clap
  • the fact i have to replay the entire game now JUST to rub every object on every other object to see what cohen’s written for all the combinations. i will witness u cohen, i promise.
  • i will buy hiveswap act 2 on release day i am so hype

anonymous asked:

do you have any fic recs?

EBuckle up. This is only took me three weeks to formulate an answer for okay because I read SO MANY FICS (like not kidding sometimes upwards of ten or twelve a day) and this ask is MAKING ME PICK????

I’ll put them in neat little ship categories too, so I don’t look like a completely uncultured reader.

**** = My faves. 

 I’ll designate my fics too, because why not shamelessly promote myself while I’m here. 

Victor/Yuuri (Victuuri):

  1. Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too [T, 1.6k] by  shingeki_no_llama  | Victor Nikiforov thinks he knows just who has their thoughts scrawled so carelessly on the back of his hand. He can only pray he is right.———Soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a temporary ever-changing tattoo
  2. Viktor!!! on Ice {E. 2.3k} by  timelordofrassilon Yuuri sent a prayer of thanks to the gods for whoever invented ice cubes. He stood in the onsen, body hot and steaming from the water at his waist, while Viktor’s cold tongue slid up the curve of his neck.
    Fluffy, in-character onsen sex that is also 100% raunchy ice skater porn. They confess their fantasies. There are ice cubes. Yuuri talks about his body pillow.

  3. ****Unwritten {T, 34k} by  kaizuka |  Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.
  4. hold me hard and mellow {M, 3k} by  YuuriVityaNyan (NarryEm) | Training with Viktor is … hard.  In more ways than one.It doesn’t take long for Yuuri to realise that if Viktor is going to coach him, there are few things that he has to work out first.  One of which is his not so little crush on the Russian skater.  And, of course, he has to figure out how the heck he is going to skate to ‘eros’ for the skate-off.
  5. ****************Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches  {E, 197k} by Reiya   | ‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.
  6. all the world’s a stage {E, 112k} by braveten | Everyone has a guilty pleasure.For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.(And, honestly, on the spectrum of guilty pleasures, he figures that his is on the far, far more innocent side.)
  7. ****Even if I Tried {T, 6k} by  deathbycoldopen | He took his place next to Viktor in the kiss and cry, floating like ash over the wreckage of the fire. He took the water bottle Viktor offered with a murmured thank you, and stared out at the ice. Distantly, he couldn’t quite believe that the surface was still frozen.“Did it really feel that good?”His eyes flickered over to Viktor, then back to the ice. There was a different kind of heat invading his cheeks now, all too familiar and unwelcome. “Um,” he said quietly. “Mostly I just wanted people to feel good watching it.”Lie. He’d only thought of one person. The man who’d regularly had underwear thrown onto the ice along with the flowers, the man who’d had four scandalous and highly publicized affairs with models and other skaters before the age of twenty, the man that Yuuri couldn’t hope to keep but desperately wanted to.

My Victuuri Fics:

  1. Like The Ache Of Life {T, 1k} | Victor lives a life of aching limbs, high spins, and blades against ice.
    He’s trapped.——–
    Or that one fic that’s not as angsty as the description makes it sound, and where two boys fall in love.

Otabek/Yuri (Otayuri):

  1. Sonata in A Major {T, 8k} by Lumieres | Yuri is like a meteorite, caught in his atmosphere. If he doesn’t take care of him, he’ll completely burn up, and there won’t be anything left for him to salvage.(Or: Three times, Yuri and Otabek kiss, only to never speak about it again.)
  2. **** Teach Me Just What Fast Is {E, 3k} by Zee |  “You don’t like it when other people tell you what to do,” Otabek said, “but you accept it from me. Why is that?”Yuri likes it when Otabek bosses him around, and Otabek calls him on it.
  3. How Long You Walked For (til you got lost tonight) {T, 3k} by  LiviKate | “Stop apologizing,” Yuri snapped at him. “You told me you loved me, and now you’re just thanking me and apologizing. It’s weird.”Or, in which Otabek falls in love and doesn’t notice when Yuri does, too.
  4. *****fingers crossed my obsession with you is tameable {E, 5k} by  seaworn | “I think I didn’t quite grasp it. Show me again?” Yuri asked breathlessly.Otabek bit his lower lip, eyes lighting up in joy.“Alright.”**Yuri and Otabek meet on New Year’s Eve.
  5. **********  From Almaty, With Love {E, 71k} by BoxWineConfessions ( @boxwineconfession ) | It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.“You’re used to the noise?”“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty. (this one is my fave I WOULD DIE FOR IT and im not at all biased. Just check out the author’s profile and read all the fics there okay? Okay.) 
  6. ****Endurance and Peach Tea {G, 11k} by  chapstickaddict | Yuri hummed. His body didn’t uncurl, but instead of pressing his face into the fold of his legs, he rested it on his crossed forearms. Tilting his face towards Otabek, he looked for the bronze metal. The colorful ribbon snuck into the folds of his jacket, hiding his prize from view. Yuri reached out, and Otabek let him pull the ribbon to bring the metal into the light.It was beautiful. Heavy and ornate, with the front masterfully detailed. The perfect symbol of success. Yuri flipped it over, admiring Otabek’s name carved along the back.Wait.“Did they spell your name wrong?” he demanded, straightening. Otabek made a noise beside him.
  7. ****Yours, Mine, Ours {T, 5k} by aphhun   | Otabek blinked himself back into the conversation and turned towards Viktor. Without thinking, against what he tried his hardest to keep from happening, he inquired-“Your Yuuri’s, or my Yuri’s?”-In which Otabek has always been careful not to use Viktor’s “My Yuuri/Your Yuri” reference system but indulges in the habit on Live television, and Yuri has a damn heart attack.
  8. Permanently {T, 14k} by  HugsandButterflyKisses |  What’s with you asshole
    Otabek sat stunned before looking at it again. That couldn’t be right. His soulmate wasn’t going to say that the first time they met.
    Otabek looked once again.
    What’s with you asshole was neatly printed on his left thigh.
    The soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your skin. Otabek can’t wait to get his but the mark is not what he expected. Neither is his soulmate.

  9. ************Shutter-Release {M, 7k} by  kaijoskopycat |  Otabek Altin has been a fashion photographer for longer than he cares to think about and he’s never been as moved by a model as he is when he meets Yuri Plisetsky, one of the most unconventional personalities for a top model out there. (all i can say is HOT DAMN)

My Otayuri Fics: 

  1. Raincheck {T, 1k}“You’ll be better before I leave.” Otabek hums; tracing the patterns of his upcoming routine on Yuri’s thighs.Yuri meets his eyes. “And if I’m not?”“Then I’ll just take a raincheck.”
    Or that fic where Yuri is sick and Otabek is simply the best.
  2. A Journey To Love {Not Yet Rated, WIP, Currently 6k+, 2/10 chapters} |  For Otabek and Yuri, love is a journey.

    Or, ninety-nine scenes of them falling in love and one where they finally say it.
  3. An Errant Spark {E, WIP, 14k+ Currently} |  The future, convoluted and ever-changing as it is, doesn’t come to Yuri easily. ——- Or that Hero/Fair AU will all kinds of other things thrown in. (WIP)
  4. With Us Went The Sun {T, 1.5k} | It’s one forty-five in the morning and the sky is bright. Not with stars or the lights of buildings rising through the night, but bright like day. Lit with shades of pale yellow like some old forgotten painting; phosphorescent as it burns, and blinding.Otabek forces his stinging eyes away, and looks to Yuri. (Warning: ANGST)
  5. Someday, In This Morning Light {G, .6k} |  This life is filled with simple beauty, and Otabek relishes silent moments such as this one, where he can do no more than observe and collect memories. (Drabble)
  6. Hear Me Roar {Explicit, 13k+} |  Yuri can’t remember when it started; has no idea when the first instance of Otabek’s control over him was displayed. But somewhere over their three years of friendship, Yuri realized that not only does he listen to Otabek, he enjoys  it. (A Six Part Series)

Phichit/Seung-Gil (SeungChuChu):

  1. Bite Me {T, 3k} by  EttaMills |  Phichit Chulanont looks so innocent. Who knew, underneath, was a sharp-tooth predator who is very protective of his friends?
    Feature Seung Gil’s first date and him not knowing how to act around this ball of sunshine and Yuuri and Phichit being adorably supportive of each other.

  2. take a picture (it’ll last longer) {T, 4k} by  aozu | Phichit takes a lot of photos.And by a lot, Seung-gil means a fuck ton.

That’s all for now folks. :)

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics where Yuri unintentionally breaks Victor’s heart. I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending. Thank you ^^

DO YOU GUYS LIKE TO SEE ME IN PAIN?!??! I’m just kidding! Thank you for these requests! Here are some fics where Victor cries… *goes into a corner and cries for 10 years*

Originally posted by takemetovikturi

Victor Cries

selfish by MissSpock, Gen, 1.9k
“…Aren’t you going to stop me?” He hated how his voice wobbled and cracked, and he had to fight to keep the tears in his eyes.
Yuuri’s brows creased. The mist had cleared from the lenses of his glasses and he looked at Victor with confused, amber eyes. “Why should I? It seems as though you’ve come to a decision.” Role reversal of ep 11. *sobs*

twenty-eight by pageleaf, Gen, 864 words
“…I’m sorry, Yuuri.” Yuuri blinks. “For what?” “I disappointed you.” Viktor’s voice is hoarse. “I didn’t win.” I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH

I’m Always Here by queeravocado, Teen, 1.6k
It’s 3 AM. Yuuri’s reliving one of his most horrifying events in his life: the GPF before he met Victor. Victor’s a complete ass, and becomes his number one fear. Turns out it’s a dream, but Victor’s crying his eyes out after what he saw. Victor cries. It’s sad. Happy ending, though!

Talk by future_fishy, Gen, 1.2k
Viktor wasn’t himself today. Yuuri is the best at comforting Victor. Love!

kiss & cry by lostincostco, Explicit, 2.7k
“Oh,” Yuuri says wonderingly. “You’re crying.” Yuuri makes Victor cry, but not in the way you’re thinking…!!!! (this isn’t even sad, it’s just smut.. doN’T JUDGE ME IT’S GOOD OKAY?!)

Stupid Thoughts by future_fishy, Gen, 1.5k
“I’m fine, Yuuri, go back to sleep.” Still that smile. “You’re not, and I won’t.” Yuuri’s serious tone made Viktor flinch, “Please don’t lie to me.” Victor is self conscious about his future with Yuuri????? I’m sobbing?????

Where we belong by ss_blackrabbit, Teen, 1.5k
It’s true that Yuuri wanted to be hated as the man who took Viktor away from the world, but he never meant to take Viktor’s world away from him. Another ep 11 fic! Happy ending.

Comfort by future_fishy, Gen, 697 words
Viktor is upset, and Yuuri isn’t sure how to comfort him, but he tries. I’m totally not crying… *sobs*

A Melancholy Of White by mochary, Teen, 15k
“Yuuko. What’s happening?” Viktor asks sternly. “Did something happen?” “O-oh my God. Viktor-“ Yuuko cries from the other line. “It’s Y-Yuuri. He got into an accident. Viktor, t-there’s blood. P-please come immediately.” It’s then, when Viktor’s heart shatters into a million pieces. ONLY READ THIS IF YOU WANT TO BE KILLED. SERIOUSLY. MY HEART BROKE INTO FIFTY BILLION PIECES WHEN I READ THIS AND I STILL HAVEN’T RECOVERED. Really well written, though, and a happy ending!

Worthwhile by surveycorpsjean, Explicit, 6.2k
In which, it’s Victor that breaks.
So beautifully written. One of, if not my favourite, YOI anxiety/mental illness fic. Highly recommend. So f-ing sad, though.

Holding on for Dear Life by icterine, Teen, 2.4k
It turns out that sometimes heartbreak happens in seconds, unexpectedly – and once it does, there’s no dulling of the senses. Victor’s heart shatters.

kagome + cooking + family
I really, really enjoyed this scene from the first movie! It’s so cute watching Kagome cook! And I LOVE the whole familial interaction, especialy when she deters her Grandpa’s hands away from the food haha ♥ Bet she is the cutest housewife in the whole village *cough cough*.
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Seven

Summary: You explain everything to Kathryn after faking your way through the rest of the convention. Back in Vancouver, you and Jared have to have a serious talk about the future of your pregnancy
Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Jensen, Kathryn Newton
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: pregnancy, angst, smut
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Series Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

For once, you were grateful that you were flying back on Monday morning so that you were able to spend Sunday night in the hotel.

You promised Kathryn that you’d tell everything to her that night, seeing as the small break for lunch really wasn’t enough time to explain yourselves properly.

She agreed to keep it quiet and, seeing as she didn’t have any panels left where she might accidentally slip up, you trusted her.

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“Brother, Did You Know…?”

Brother, did you know…?
The day that we need to wake up?
When the sun is rising from above
It was nice to drink warm milk from the cup

When we were bored, we’re playing hide and seek
When it’s my turn to find you, I couldn’t find you
Even though I know you don’t want me to
I tried everything just to look for you

Brother, do you remember…?
The day that it was summer?
We used to eat ice cream together
And share some smile and laughter

We’d like to ride a bicycle at the park
Even the sun starts to set as it gets dark
And there’s a dog that starts to bark!
We started running away and left the park

Brother, did you know…?
The times that she’s mad at you?
I was on your side, trying to protect you
When she tried to do something to hurt you

I know it’s not the best way
Just to make you feel okay..
But it’s not okay–
”I guess I should stay away…?”

Brother, do you remember…?
The day that I left without telling you?
I know that’s not the best thing to do…
“As long as we’re together”….”You’re a LIAR.”

Even though I trusted HIM for that
I know no one will hurt you ever again, but…
I noticed something that bothers me…
Is the one who’s hurting your feelings…is me?

Brother, did you know…?
Those things kept bothering me
I tried to smile for you just you won’t see it through me
Should I create some distance and just leave it be?

I’m sorry, I have to leave for a while, you see…
I don’t want to hurt your feelings because of me
“I think…I made it even worse” said the future me
I wonder if you are angry at me?

Brother, do you remember…?
The day that I never came back?
I made you feel lonely, I’m sorry because of that
Do I still have a chance to make you feel better?

Is it not enough for me to forget?
To forget all that things that we’ve met?
All those lovely memories  that we made together
That will turn into ashes and be forgotten forever

It’s really hard for me to leave you
I tried to pretend that I didn’t have you
That I never met you, that I never had a brother like you
Those things kept creeping in my mind, it’s true

I want to see you again
But I don’t want that to happen
I don’t want to see you cry  because of ME
I don’t want you to see me suffering

Because I want to forget all of the things that I did wrong
I want to see you smile  again that I want to see for so long
All I want is to have a great start again with you
Because we’re brothers and you know that, too

That I love you as my twin brother
I would like to go back from the start
And repeat  all of the great parts
All of the memories that we spent together

As long as you still know and remember
That you’ll always be my brother
So…Brother, did you know…?
My love for you will always grow…?

For some reason, I could not find this scene. Like I know it exists, but I couldn’t find it. Anyway, I’m gonna roll with this! For @jigglejaggle (Sorry this sat so long!)

It didn’t take long for the Paladins to learn to not underestimate their Bayards.

When Pidge shocked Lance with hers, she didn’t mean it as anything other than an annoyed jab to hush the boy, and when he fell to the ground, she smirked.

But, he didn’t come back up.

“Um, guys?” She started, staring at Lance with furrowed brows, and when Lance suddenly started convulsing, she cursed loudly. “Shit! Guys!”

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Working Overtime

Takes place after Moving on Part 2

Also on ao3 here

And what about this! No… no, that can’t work- how stupid, stupid to even think of such a- but wait! Perhaps if… no, surely… well, it’s the only thing he can think of, and it’s not perfect, but that doesn’t mean it’s awful- oh, who is he kidding, it’s awful-

Roman doesn’t even notice that he’s in Virgil’s room, until he hears:

“What. The. Hell, Roman.”

He flinches, turning around to see Virgil sitting up in bed, hair a mess, headphones askew.

“Oops. Sorry, Virgil, I didn’t mean to- it’s just I have-”

“I’d be very careful how you finish that sentence,” Virgil seethes. “Because if it’s “I have another idea,” then I might actually murder you.”

Roman scoffs, seizing the chance to deflect. “I’d like to see you try.”

Virgil scowls. “Don’t push it. I’ve already written your eulogy, it’s so angsty even Logan might cry.”

“I-” And, he tries not to say it, he really does, but Virgil’s room already has his heart racing, and the words claw up and out of his throat like some horrifying whirlwind. “It’s just, I have another idea and I can’t stop and it’s not the best, it’s not even good, but it’s all I have so we have to, we have to do something and-”

“Roman-what-slow down.” Virgil sets down his headphones, and Roman can see him frowning, as if he’s replaying Roman’s frantic jumble of a speech. “Wait. What did you say?”

Roman paces around the room, wringing his hands. “Were you not listening? I- I have an idea, we need to-”

“Not that bit.”

Roman jumps as he turns around to pace again, and Virgil is right in front of him. He places both hands on his shoulders, and says, quite matter of fact, “Come on, let’s go.”

Roman tries to follow his lead but, instead of transporting out of Virgil’s room like he intended, he just feels his legs buckle, and his head spins.

“Woah! Jeez, Roman, are you- when was the last time you slept?” 

And he laughs, because really, it is funny to hear Mr ‘I worship the Devil’s Hour’ ask that question with such concern. 

But, Virgil isn’t laughing.

“Not funny,” he says. Roman feels himself being practically dragged over to the bed, and he sits down, trying not to let his shoulders slump too obviously. All the while, Virgil mutters above him: “Okay, so you have to stay here, that’s-uh, not ideal, crap- right, stop, breathe, I can- I can make this work-”

When Roman raises his head, he’s surprised to see the room look much brighter than normal, the shadowy walls fading slightly. His heartbeat, finally, slows just a little. Virgil stands in front of him, and his breathing is so consciously measured, hands rising and falling in time with it. Guilt makes a tight knot in Roman’s stomach.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Virgil. I’m getting this all wrong again, it’s nothing really, I should-”

No.” There’s the slight telltale distortion to Virgil’s voice, and Roman tries not to cringe. But Virgil just clears his throat, breathes out again, then repeats, “No,” in his normal voice, but much softer than usual. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

Virgil fixes him with a knowing stare. “You’re covering up. What’s this really about? Listen, I know it’s frustrating, I get it, but you can’t just be constantly thinking of new stuff all the-”

“Frustrated? Why would I be frustrated? That’s stupid.”

Virgil sighs. “Do you ever actually listen to me? It’s not stupid to be feeling, well, anyth-”

“Yeah, I know,” Roman brushes him off quickly, “And that was great advice for Patton and all but-”

“For… Patton…” Virgil repeats faintly, then: “Woah, woah, woah, wait. What makes you think I wasn’t talking to you, too?”

Roman knows he could just haughtily say he’s above such things, but he also knows he would be lying. He feels… quite the opposite, anyway.

And Virgil’s eyes widen as if he’s finally found the missing puzzle piece. “Oh, Roman,” he whispers, and it’s so odd, how hearing something so simple can have Roman thinking he’s been found out. He looks away, down at Virgil’s bare feet on the black carpet. The sight wavers a little, as if there’s spots in his vision, and he blinks hard before he can think about it and-

Oh. A drop of water on the carpet. Then another, and another. He almost could pretend it’s just a fall of rain.

Virgil doesn’t mention it, and Roman is grateful for that. He sits next to Roman and gives him time to just breathe. Then, he nudges his shoulder. 

“Hey,” he says. “Would you say Patton was stupid if he was feeling sad?” Roman shakes his head. “Or if Logan couldn’t figure something out right away?” 

Again, he shakes his head. There’s a long pause.

“And… what about me?” Virgil asks quietly. Roman distinctly hears him swallow. “Would you say I was stupid if I… panicked?”

Roman raises his head. “Of course not!” His voice sounds wobbly and awful, but he’s never been surer of anything.

Virgil smiles, somehow both sad and knowing at the same time. “So what makes you any different?”

Roman shakes his head. “I…”

Virgil squeezes his knee. “Don’t be your own villain, Roman.”


“It’s not fair on you.”

“I…” Roman sighs. “I’m so tired.”

Virgil half groans half laughs. “Yeah, I know.” He gently kicks Roman’s leg. “Go on, then.”

“What… but…” His head is still swimming, and he knows his own room is out of the question for now, but… this still seems too much of an ask. “But you-”

Virgil just waves his hand dismissively. “Don’t sweat it. You’ve been working overtime, I can take the night-shift,” he says, tongue in cheek. “Besides,” he adds, as Roman stretches out, “You’re already stealing my whole light-headed thing. Rude.”

Roman laughs, and it takes him by surprise. “But- what if-”

Virgil clicks his tongue. “Hey. Shh. I’ll deal with the what ifs.”

It’s said in such a final tone, that Roman can only lean back and finally close his eyes in reply. 

“You’ve got this, you know. And, even if you don’t,” Virgil says with ease. “You soon will.”

It’s somehow exactly what Roman needs to hear.

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NU'EST W’s 2nd ever win!!

They were just as shocked as yesterday, JR and the rest are really so used to losing for the past 5 years, it seems they dont believe it when they actually win. They all were holding back tears, Aron was biting his lip so hard trying to keep in the emotions. They all did very deep bows, even to juniors! I tried not to cry but seeing like this… i cant hold it in😭 I hope one day loves have given you so many wins you dont have to be in shock like this ever again! Always, forever, we will love and protect you. After 6 years of all the pain, and your OWN hard work and refusal to give up, you are finally standing on stage proudly. It wasnt luck, because few groups are as special as NU'EST- who stayed together for so long despite no success, who are closer than family and some of the most real, talented people in this industry. You’ll get wins from now on always, we’ll make sure of it! #NUESTW2ndWin

EXO Reaction To You Crying From Missing Them

You scroll through the twitter post as many fans praise EXO on their overseas concert, photos and small video clips fill your feed as you’re caught between smiling and crying at them. You look at the clock 1:00am. Right on time you hear your phone ring, you try and steady your feeling as you pick up.

“Y/N!” the scream into the phone. You try swallowing back a cry and say a weak rough “Hey” back -


“Are you okay”
“Yeah, I’m just a little sad” you admit, knowing you can’t hide anything from him
“Did something happen?”
“You left” you say feeling a tear escape down your cheek. He smiles at your cute response and tries to remain strong for the both of you
“I miss you too” he says “I’ll be back before you know it and after that you’re going to wish I was away for tour”

Originally posted by kamikoy


"Everything’s alright. We just got to the hotel room” He sits on his bed and starts kicking off his shoes “I miss you”
That was enough to break your wall and you start crying and catching your breath. Throughout the whole thing, Suho remains silent, just listening to you cry and waiting for you to calm down
“Im sorry” you manage to get out
“Why are you apologizing?” he says “My baby is crying all alone, I should be saying sorry”
“But you’re busy, and the fans -”
“Yeah, I know” he sighs “How about I buy you a plane ticket”
“No - why are you spending money on-”
“Im not speeding it for you! Im spending it on myself, I want my baby right next to me next time I’m on backstage getting ready.”

Originally posted by irpsychotic


“Did you catch a cold? You know I hear oranges really help - next time we go out -” you can’t help but break down into tears right there and then. It wasnt just the sound of his voice, but everything about him.
“Hey” he comforts “did i say something wrong? are you allergic to oranges?” he tries to tease. A small laugh escapes you lips as you blink back tears.
“Why’re you crying, y/n?”
“I miss you”
“I miss you” he says back “Baby, I promise we’ll be back to our mid-day cuddles and nap in no time”

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


“I woke you up again, right?” he says “Next week is a more doable time zone - so don’t worry”
“Baek -” you manage to say out but it gets caught in your throat as the tears start to flow
“Oh..no,no stop crying” he mini panics “Y/n, I’m sorry i disrupted your beauty sleep - I’m a monster”
“Yah!” you say between the tears “I miss you”
“Oh” he sighs in relief “I thought you were angry crying”
Your eyebrow raises already feeling the tears dry up “Yah, when have I -”
“You miss me, remember, You can’t be mad at me when I’m away, right?” he says trying to save himself, “I miss you more though.”

Originally posted by sefuns


“Aigo, were we sleeping instead of waiting for your boyfriends call?” he teases. He puts the phone on speaker on the way back to the hotel, so the others can say hi.
“Y/n!” Chanyeol yelled
“Is she on the phone?” Baekhyun asks
“Ask her to send her ramen recipe” D.O whines “I’m hungry”
“Y/n?” Chen hears you sniffle a couple of times
“Nice going, guys - you made y/n cry” He takes you off of speaker, “Are you alright? I didn’t know you were that sensitive to giving away your ramen recipe.” He lets you steady your breathing “Do you miss me that much? I shouldn’t be making you cry”
“I’m just being hormonal or something”
“I’ll video call you as soon as i get the wifi password of the hotel”

Originally posted by dayafterdae


He called you straight after the concert as the others were changing into their normal clothing
“How was the concert, tell me all about it” you say trying to sound cheerful
“Hang on a bit, I have to change” he quickly leaves his phone and changes, almost running back to the phone to pick it up and find you crying.
“Did you not want me to know you were crying?” he says into the phone “Don’t hide from me like that, love”
“It’s just silly, I don’t want to make you feel sad or guilty for doing your job” you admit
“You wont” he half smiles at your selfishness, but feels a mixture of anger and sadness at your urge to hide your feelings, “Tell me these things, alright? I’ll stay on the line until you fall asleep”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi


“What’s wrong?” he said immediately afte hearing your voice. He lets you get a chance to cool down, you give a loud sigh letting out a shaky breath
“I know it’s dumb to cry” you begin saying, “but I miss you”
“I miss you too” he scoffs “Are you calling me dumb?”
“You don’t cry” You clarify slightly smiling at the idea
“Ah right” he states “My heart hurts when you’re not around”
“What script is that line from?”
“I’ll be back soon, don’t cry anymore. Lay down on your bed, I’ll sing tonight”

Originally posted by sooweetlies


“How’re the kids?” he asks refering to his dogs that he left to your care.
“They miss you” You say while trying to keep back a sob
“Well tell them” he says learning knowing you were referring to yourself “I miss them very much and I hope they understand how much I love them, so they shouldn’t be crying”
“I’ll tell them” you sniffle
“I’ll take them out to the park when i get back”
“I don’t like going out to the park” you whine
“I thought we were talking about my babies, y/n” he teases
“We are, baby” you insist smiling immediately when you hear his light laugh.
“God I miss you.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


“Stop that” he says immediately “Don’t cry, your nose will get all stuffy in the morning” He smiles into the phone, knowing fully well how you feel, “Plus if you start crying, then I’ll start crying and then you’ll be to blame.”
“Alright” you wipe your tears and try to breath away the sadness “I-”
“I know” he interrupts “Get up, wash your face, and answer my video call. It’s not enough for me to just hear your voice, so stop crying - unless you want to stare at each other as we cry.”

Originally posted by chanyoelpark



Just Friends | Jughead Jones x Reader

A\N: English is not my first language so I might make some mistakes, feel free to tell me if something’s wrong or what you think about this writing in general.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

It was a chilly autumn evening. (Y\n) was sitting on the couch in her room with a window slightly opened to let the fresh air come in. Everything was calm. Except her mind wasn’t. The silence was filling the room until the sound of a buzzing phone broke it. The girl came up to the table, took her phone and unblocked it. There was a message from one of her bestfriends, Kevin.

    From Kev: “Hey, you okay?”

   She definetely wasn’t okay. And he definetely knew it. All of her friends noticed that something was wrong with her because of how she acted like when they all were hanging out at the Pop’s diner. She wasn’t acting completely different. She smiled a lot, as she always did, but her smile was fading away too quickly this time. If her and Jughead or Betty made eye contact she would immideately break it and look down at the table. There were these little but noticable things that made everyone realise that she wasn’t in the best mood. Though not all of the friends were able to figure out the reason why. 

   So, she spent the past few hours in her room thinking about how everything went so horribly wrong, blaming herself for this and crying from time to time.
   The girl sat back on the couch and typed. 

   To Kev: “I don’t think so”

   She decided to be honest. There was no point of hiding her feelings. If she would say that she’s fine, Kevin wouldn’t believe it. He knew her too well.
   The friends recently found out that Betty and Jughead were together. Betty Cooper. Her bestfriend. (Y\n) was truly glad that Betty found someone who made her happy, because she definetly deserved it. But now everything felt so wrong and hurt so bad, and she didn’t know what to do about it. 

   From Kev: “Can I come over?”

   Kevin was the only one who knew about her feelings. (Y\n) didn’t wanted to tell anybody at all, it was just an accident. But she knew she could trust Kevin with that. Everyone else, Betty included, just thought that there was some kind of connection between the two. But recently (Y\n) and Jughead started seeing each other less often. It didn’t mean that the connection dissapeared, it just didn’t have the chance to show up again. 

   To Kev: “Sure, it’d be nice to see you”

   Betty and Jughead, on the other hand, started hanging out with each other a lot more often while working on the murder board, trying to get more information about Betty’s sister, Polly, and the mistery of Jason Blossom’s death. And it lead them to being something more than just friends.
From Kev: “I’ll buy us some milkshakes at Pop’s. See you in an hour x”
   Lina read the message and it made her smile a bit. 

   To Kev: “Thanx. Love u”

   From Kev: “Love you, too" 

   She blocked the phone and put it on the couch next to her. Thoughts started to crowd round in her head again and she felt a lump in her throat. The girl couldn’t help it and let herself cry. After a couple of minutes she calmed down. Then she suddenly heard her phone buzzing again. She picked it up and read the message. 

    From Juggie: "Come outside, please, I need to talk to you”

    (Y\n)’s heart raised. She didn’t expect Jughead to come to her or to even text her. At least not anymore, not when they fell apart. She thought that now he had more important things to do, different people to care about and to talk to. Anyways, she came downstairs, put her slip-ons on and walked ouside.
   And there he was, standing beside an empty road in his black jeans, boots, green sweater, light denim jacket and overworn grey beanie giving her a little side smile as she walked out of the house.
“Hi,” she greeted him for the second time this day, smiling.
“Hi,” he greeted back.
   There were a few seconds of silence. (Y\n) stood beside the door, arms crossed over her chest. She was looking down at the stairs. He was looking directly at her.
“So… You wanted to talk?” She finally asked, not letting the silence become awkward.
“Yeah, yeah… I… Are you feeling alright?” Jughead said and came a little bit closer.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. “Why would you ask?”
“Uhm, It’s just… You were looking kind of upset when we were at Pop’s.”
“It’s nothing, don’t bother,” she lied again.
“Are you sure?” He gave her a look.
    (Y\n) just nodded and looked down at the stairs again. Jughead came closer and sat on the doorstep, turned around inviting her to do the same. So she did. The girl sat on the same doorstep but much further from him than she usually did. She just felt like she didn’t have the right to be as close to him anymore. And the thought of that suppressed her. She was looking everywhere - at the trees, at her shoes, at her hands, at the sky… Everywhere, but not at him.
“(Y\n),” he spoke, looking at her. She finally faced him.
   He wanted to say something, but didn’t do it straight away, trying to figure out the most right way of saying it.
“Is it because of me and Betty?” Jughead asked. (Y\n) turned away. A wave of shivers went down her spine. She didn’t expect him to know about that.
   Once again, there was no point of hiding anything. He already knew. That was it.
“How did you know?” She asked.
“To be honest, I wasn’t really sure until now.”
   She tried hard not to cry. They both kept silent.
“I’m sorry,” Jughead said. She couldn’t help it anymore. A few tears streamed down her cheeks.
“There’s nothing you sould be sorry about, Juggie,” (Y\n) answered, wiping the tears away.
“Maybe, but… I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know. And you never did,” she was desperately trying to calm hersef down.
“Well, I don’t think I can explain this situation in any other way that that.”
“It’s not your fault, Juggie. It’s mine. You did nothing wrong. I just…” (Y\n) said, her voice shaking and more tears falling down her face.
   As much as Jughead wanted to hug her, comfort her, be closer to her, and as much as she wanted him to do it now, he couldn’t. They both knew it would only make it worse.
“I should go. I don’t want to bother you, Jug. You don’t have to deal with all of this,” she pointed at her blubbered face with her hands. “You already have enough shit to deal with.”
   She stood up as she said that. Jughead stood up aswell, took her by the the shoulders stopping her from turning around and walking away.
“But I do, I do have to,” he said, looking into her eyes.
   She pursed her lips together and shook her head no.
“Yes, I do, (Y\n)… Because we’re friends,” Jughead said regretting his words as soon as they slipped out of his mouth.
   Friends. Just friends.
“Yeah… Friends,” she nodded. “Thanks for coming, Juggie, but I really think I should go. I’ll try to get over it. I’ll be fine.”
    (Y\n) looked him right in the eyes, gently put his hands off her shoulders, smiled slightly, and came back to the house.
   The girl came upstairs and walked into her room. She stood up beside the table and started crying even harder covering her face with her hands. Jughead was looking at her from the street through the opened window and his heart was breaking into million pieces as he heard her cry. Luckily, he had someone who could fix it.

Part 11 of Lance Bonding w/ The Lions!!!

They were on the castle. It was night time, indicating by the stars twinkling brightly outside the castle windows. Everything appeared to be normal. “Did Black mean to send us here?” Keith whispered. Shiro shrugged, about to respond, but Pidge cut him off. “Wait, guys…do you hear that?” The team listened closely. It sounded like someone was…crying? “Let’s go check it out.” The team walked down one of the castle halls, following the sound. The more they walked, the louder the crying was. They could hear sharp intakes of breath, the person sounding like they were on the verge of hyperventilating. The team walked faster. When the team turned the corner in the barely light hallway, they gasped as what they saw. It was Shiro. And he looked terrible. His back was against the wall, and his hands were in his hair, gripping tightly. His face was unnaturally pale, and the team could see a thin sheen of sweat coating him. His breaths came out hard and fast, sobs racking his body. The team stared in shock back at their Shiro, whose eyes hard and fists clenched. “Why would Black show us this? Why the quiznak would he-” “Shiro!”
The team turned to find Lance at the opposite end of the hall. Lance stood frozen as he witnessed Shiro in this state, but quickly recovered. He ran to his leader’s hunched form. “Shiro, Shiro! What’s wrong? Are okay, can you hear me?” Lance then lightly placed his hand on Shiro’s shoulder. Shiro jerked from his touch, grabbed Lance’s wrist, and punched him in the jaw. “Get the fuck away from me!” Lance stumbled to the ground, clutching his jaw and wiping away the blood that spilled from his mouth. “Okay, ow. Shiro, are you shitting me right now? Did you really have to punch-” “Please, I-I don’t want to fight anymore! Where’s my team?! Matt? Dr. Holt?” Lance’s eyes softened. “Oh, you’re stuck in one of your flashbacks…okay, buddy. I got you.” But as Lance tried to help Shiro up, he lashed out at Lance again. “Shiro, snap out of it! It’s me, Lance!” But Shiro was too far gone. He was still crying and his breathing became heavier and more ragged. Lance step his jaw. “Shiro, if you remember this, please forgive me.” Lance suddenly pounces on Shiro, and he immediately reacts. Shiro begins screaming and punching Lance where ever his fists can land, but it seems as Lance is unaffected by them. His fingers fly up to Shiro’s neck, searching. “I’m sorry, Shiro.” Lance then pinches a small area on Shiro’s neck. Shiro immediately does limp, and he is knocked unconscious. Keith stared with wide eyes. “What the-” “Pressure points.” Pidge simply explains. They watch as Lance pulls himself underneath Shiro. “Okay, buddy. Let’s get you to bed.” “How is he gonna get Shiro to bed? It’s not like he’s just gonna lift-” The team gawk as they watch Lance easily pick Shiro up from the ground and carry him to his room. “Shiro, you need to lay off the snacking, okay? You are like 50 times heavier then all my siblings combined.” The team follow them, and watch as Lance gently lays Shiro in his bed. Lance disappears into his bathroom, and returns with a damp rag. He brushes back Shiro’s hair and begins to wipe away the sweat and tears. Satisfied with his work, Lance then pulls the covers up to Shiro’s chest, even tucking him in. Lance lays a hand on his arm. “It’ll be okay, Shiro. Don’t be afraid to show your weaknesses or fears. If this ever happens again, I’ll be here for you.” The team suddenly finds themselves in the castle again, still late at night, but this time, they’re in the living quarters. They find Shiro as he was before, hunched over with sobs rocking his body. Lance quickly enters the room. “Shiro!”
The team find themselves in the training room, and the can see Shiro crouched in the middle of the floor, debris of droids everywhere. They can see Lance tripping over the parts, making his was to their leader. “Shiro!”
Black shows them multiple more flashbacks of Lance coming to help Shiro. Over and over again. Then, they’re back in the hangar with Black and the other lions. Shiro’s face is slightly wet from silent tears as he gazes at Lance’s still sleeping form. “Every time, he was there. And I hit him, but he was still there. I..” He trailed of as Black went to lay with Lance, along with the other Lions. “Allura, Coran? What does this mean?” Allura and Coran eyes were both wide and gazed at each other. “Princess, do you understand what this means?” Yes Coran, it’s just I never imagined that it would be-“ "Yes yes, I understand.” “Can somebody please tell me what the quiznak is going on?” Pidge interrupted. Allura gave a final glance at Coran, who gave her a nod. “It means that Lance has truly bonded with all the Lions. He has earned the respect and trust of the Lions by taking care of them and their Paladins, without seeking any thanks or reward. He did it simply because he wanted to. Because of this, he has formed very strong bonds with all of the Lions of Voltron. This means that Lance…” She was interrupted by a small groan. They all whip around to see Lance stir. Lance slowly blinks his eyes open, slowly sitting up. He yawns loudly and rubs his eyes. “Uh, what time is it?”