Jumin’s route is so disconnected from the main plot, but the implications for it are interesting.
V actually comes to the party in this route.
He promises to tell Seven everything and looks like he’ll keep his word.
The Valentine’s Day DLC shows that he took pictures at Jumin and MC’s wedding, meaning he’s alive.
He can also see well enough to take the photographs in the DLC, when in Jumin’s main ending he can barely see out of his left eye.
Jumin being part of the Deep Story never made any sense to me, considering you barely learn anything and don’t unlock a single secret. But while Saeran and Rika are never mentioned and nothing is resolved on-screen, it almost feels like Jumin’s route is an AU where V comes clean and lives and gets the surgery.
Funny as fuck and can hold a conversation, make really good friends too. Also have a secret kind side.
Really chill, give little to no fucks at the same time tho. LOVE IS A GAME LMAO. Again, make amazing friends.
Can be funny and entertaining, but you mustn't get close to them it's not big and it's not clever.
usually bitchy as fuck. Don't really have a place in my heart for yall. Also easily offended and cry in the comments about this.
Either love or hate them. Big ego. Will argue their side they don't care about how you feel. Fun tho.
dramatic and will be offended if you disrespect them but you will not ruin them. Exposing Queens and they will ruin YOU.
hidden emotions. Like to be happy and make you happy too. Can be shady if necessary.
really kind people and are fun to be around. Very caring and usually dog people.
Omf don't even bother because they think they're just superior to you by default though despite the superiority complex they're really funny dudes and are great at parties.
They sing everywhere and anywhere. They can be annoying and bitchy sometimes but still a ride or die bitch. Loyal as fuck and will pull out at all the stops for you.
Perfectionist fuckboys, a deadly duo that will break your heart. Clever people. May seem a bit awkward.
Shady hoes that think they're invisible. Clever and introverted sometimes though. Can also be awkward to be around.
Sociable, funny and laid back very chill people to hang around with. A libra is never cocky or rude unless given a good reason. Generally don't like conflict.
Popular but don't seem to realise it! Naturally stylish and kind. May seem fake but it's only because they will lie to you in order to keep you happy.
Have an intimidating attractiveness to them. Calm and reserved. Enjoy being with one person that means a lot to them.
Seems vindictive and shady. However a good secret keeper. Knows everything about everyone and is sisterly to their friends.
Natural leadership which is intimidating yet exciting They like to mess and joke around because they're children at heart but they are passionate fire signs at the same time and are good at most things they do.
Fun and sassy. They are confident and encourage others around them to be too! Loves to travel and see different things and meet different people.
Come off as stern and serious though they do like to relax and gave fun too. They dislike conflict but are never afraid of it. Rational people usually.
Fierce and confident. They inspire themselves and others, they are devoted and willing to work and put in effort for something they want.
Funny in their own way and good friends, though you do not get close to them and you rarely see their "otherside" they can be egotistical. Cand be ICE COLD.
Cheerful and fun. Chilled people who like to think. They usually prioritize themselves over others but this is rarely out of selfishness and usually just because they are unaware that they do this.
WasteYourTime2k17. In their minds, they can do no wrong. And when they do they know it but will not admit it. Can be fuckboys but can also be v interesting to talk to.
Laughs all the way until something goes wrong for them then OH SHIT they are usually the victims in their head. They are very good friends and will be loyal to you and don't ruin things for people.
You know who did the teen hero thing right? Kim Possible, that’s who. She never messed around with that secret identity thing or with not letting her parents or friends know what she was doing so she never had to deal with, “Oh, I’m gonna miss this important family event to save the world” or, “What’ll happen if my friends find out my secret identity?” bullcrap. It was like, “Mom, Dad. I gotta go deal with this Drakken sitch,” and they’d just be like, “Have fun. Tell Ron we said hi.” She had that hero/personal life balance thing on lock. I aspire to have my life as in balance as Kim Possible.
Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;)Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts. This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.
my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5'2", about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.
(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing - the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)
ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.
theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)
so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”
eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.
he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.
now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)
BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.
so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.
…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be 'illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”
we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………
and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.
As they walked along the bridge Adrien glanced between Marinette and the locks shining gold in the afternoon sunlight. “My father would say this bridge is an eyesore…” Marinette looked at him in surprise. “well not the bridge so much as all the locks. ‘An immature, sentimental act committed by delinquents that ruins the bridge’s otherwise elegant appearance’ - or something like that.” “Oh…” Marinette gazed at all the locks with a slight frown. “I like the locks though,” Adrien continued nervously, “there’s a lot of negative… ideas associated with locks: having secrets, being locked out, being trapped…” he looked down at the wood planks as they passed under his feet, and then at Marinette walking thoughtfully beside him. “but someone decided to use them to symbolize something good: safety, commitment…love… it’s just… it's…” Adrien’s voice trailed off as he watched Marinette tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and wrap her arms around herself. “Romantic?” She finished, looking up at him with a smile. Adrien felt his face warm and he looked away, “Yeah.”
(Artist note: I imagine Adrien has had a lot of bad dreams involving locks and has looked up the symbolism behind it. Marinette probably has had some such dreams herself, but not nearly as bad or as often.)
Peep is a hearing aid. It is still getting used to this, because it used to be a regular dragon. And now it is a full-time employed hearing aid dragon, all two inches of it, perched on its sorcerer’s ear.
The sorcerer is named Vigil, which is short for Vigilante. Peep tried to point out to its hapless human that being named after their secret identity is a terrible way of keeping it a secret, but Vigil continues to be named Vigil. (It is ridiculous, in Peep’s eyes, how often its good advice goes ignored.) Vigil’s often-changing gender was another surprise to get used to, since dragons don’t tend to have genders.
“What’s a gender for?” Peep had questioned Vigil on its first day of work as it tried to find the best position to stay hidden behind her ear, while holding onto her piercings for balance.
Vigil hummed thoughtfully before answering, “Decoration, I suppose.”
That might have been a joke, but Peep wasn’t sure.
But being genderfluid was a feature of Vigil, not a problem. No, it was the vigilante thing that was the problem. Every night after the labs had been shut up for the day the other apprentice sorcerers would head off to eat dinner together, or watch some shark jousting at the Oceania, or do other normal activities like flying. Meanwhile, Vigil would murmur a few words under their breath to shield their face with a spell, tuck the lab’s resident firekeeping dragon into their sleeve, and go out to foil evil.
It was a terrible hobby, which Vigil would know if they ever took Peep’s advice.
The root of the problem, Peep had decided, was that Vigil was so caught up with how they could that they never considered whether they should. Yes, Peep’s human was remarkably clever, anyone could see that. Vigil didn’t let the fact that they were only an apprentice sorcerer get in their way— they dyed their hair to look like it had been turned blue by frequent exposure to magic, had Peep sit behind their ear to make the quiet world more understandable, and coaxed the lab’s firekeeping dragon to stay in their sleeve and breathe fire on command. With their face hidden, Vigil passed admirably for a fully grown sorcerer.
But they weren’t one, and that was going to get them in trouble one day if Peep didn’t figure out a way to help them.
“You’re going to get hurt,” Peep informed Vigil as he piled boxes into his arms.
“What are you talking about?” Vigil muttered, balancing the pile with precision. “Nothing in the back room is dangerous.” He sidestepped another apprentice coming into the storage room and emerged behind the counter.
“Not in the back room. You’re going to get hurt while out foiling evil if you keep it up. This woman says thank you and keep the change, and the rude guy next to her is trying to get your attention by snapping.”
Vigil dropped the change into the floating tip jar and turned to the man.
Shifts at the lab’s storefront, where anyone could purchase potion ingredients and charms prepared by the apprentices in the labs, were Peep’s busiest times as a hearing aid. Vigil could hear well enough if it was one well-enunciated person alone speaking, but the chaos of the labs, with everyone talking at once, meant he relied on Peep the most.
“He wants one mud-repelling charm,” Peep reported as the man talked, “and make it quick because he’s an asshole, or because he got mud on his very expensive shoes, something like that.”
Vigil made his thoughtful face while listening, one of the many ways he filled the pauses before he could respond in situations like these. “Sorry, we’re out of those. Can I get you anything else?”
The man did not want anything else.
“He said a bad word at you,” Peep said virtuously, because it considered cursing very terrible unless it was done by someone it approved of.
“I could tell,” Vigil muttered, watching the man storm out.
Peep itself was watching someone else enter the store— a rather short knight-in-training in a very unfashionable cap. Peep considered itself an expert on fashion, as well as on poetry and Vigil’s safety. It was because of its expertise on that latter subject that it noticed the knight-in-training. It watched them go right to the shelves of magical candy on the other side of the room, and approved.
“This little kid at the counter wants ingrediants for a stink potion,” Peep repeated absentmindedly as it mulled over the newcomer, and Vigil went back into the storeroom.
He mumbled the ingredients to himself as he found them on the shelves. “Glass eggs, spider eyes—”
“Gross,” Peep commented. “You need friends.”
“—black-spotted mushrooms. Friends would make this less gross how?”
“They wouldn’t. But they might keep you out of trouble.”
“And that’s exactly why I don’t need any. I like trouble.” Vigil went back to the counter and put the ingredients in the girl’s basket.
Peep took the opportunity to notice the knight-in-training again (they were still examining the candies) before turning back to its duties as a hearing aid.“She says thanks, and also that you need friends.”
“Quit it,” Vigil hissed, and greeted a regular customer who signed their request for a fever-reducing charm.
Peep quitted it for all of ten seconds before Vigil was searching the dusty back corners where the healing charms were stored. “You’re only a baby sorcerer, you can’t go around foiling evil all by yourself. Eventually evil will foil back.”
Vigil objected strongly to being called a baby sorcerer. “I hired a hearing aid, not a babysitter.”
“Wrong,” shouted Peep, who loved being right. “You hired a dragon, and a dragon always knows best.”
“Dragons also always live with several nest-mates, which you don’t have, so you’re one to talk about needing friends.” Vigil snatched a fever charm from where it had fallen on the floor with more violence than necessary and straightened up. There was a guilty pause. Dragons are excellent at telling when pauses are guilty. “I mean…” Vigil said quietly.
“Everyone needs friends,” Peep said, trying not to sound like it was going to cry. Unfortunately, dragons are as terrible at not sounding emotional as they are excellent at discerning guilty pauses.
Vigil stroked the tiny ridges of Peep’s back with one finger. “Hey, I didn’t mean that.” His voice was soft.
“I could have nest-mates if I wanted,” Peep said, still sniffling. Dragons’ lying abilities fall squarely between their skills at recognizing guilty pauses and not sounding emotional.
“Of course you could,” Vigil soothed. “You’re the best dragon I know.”
“Including Crackle?” Peep asked, wanting to be sure. “Crackle isn’t even that great of a firekeeper. I’m much better at being a hearing aid than it is at making fire.” Crackle had three nest-mates and its very own nesting hallow in the chimney over the lab’s fireplace, and was very conceited about it in Peep’s opinion.
Vigil abstained from passing judgement on Crackle. “You’re the best hearing aid a sorcerer could have. I’m sorry for what I said.”
Peep blew its nose on a lock of blue hair. “Ok.”
Vigil winced but didn’t comment on that. At the counter he gave the customer the fever charm and they exchanged a few words in sign language that Peep didn’t need to aid in, giving it time to search the room again for the knight-in-training, who was now carrying over a jar of blue candies to purchase. They looked at the apprentices behind the counter, all busy— and their eyes slid right over Vigil’s face without recognition.
Peep frowned to itself. They would never recognize Vigil as the hero who had saved them the other night on their own, not when Vigil had hid his face so well. Clearly, Peep had to intervene, for Vigil’s own good.
Pushing Vigil’s hair aside, Peep stretched itself out as far as it could without falling off his ear, and flapped its green wings urgently. The knight-in-training, not looking, didn’t notice. Humans were oblivious.
Peep flapped its wings some more, and puffed out some violet smoke. On the other side of the counter, the knight-in-training’s eyes flicked to the fading puff of violet in surprise, and followed it down to the tiny green dragon preening with victory, and then to the sorcerer it was perched on.
“You!” Kit shouted.
Peep quickly returned to its hearing aid position. “That knight person over there says ‘you!’ very loudly,” it told Vigil.
“Fuck,” Vigil whispered, trying to avoid the knight’s glare. “That’s the squire I helped the other night! How did they recognize me?”
“Big mystery,” Peep said unhelpfully.
The knight-in-training pushed their way closer to Vigil’s section of the counter, not to be ignored. “You’re that vigilante!”
“They say you’re a vigilante, and probably good friend material.” Peep gave the knight-in-training a wave. They waved back.
Vigil batted at his ear. “Stop that, stop being friendly! I’m a masked vigilante, people aren’t supposed to know who I am.”
The knight-in-training raised an eyebrow, looking at Vigil’s name tag. “In that case, why is your name literally the first half of the word vigilante? Doesn’t seem very masked to me.”
Peep crowed victoriously. “New friend! Can we keep them?”
the other stories about these characters can be found in my tag here. thanks for reading!
The Moon goes through your 5th House. Changes in pleasures occur. You'll find the attention in your life has shifted. Something that was fun no longer is or visa versa.
The Moon goes through your 4th House. Family drama is unearthed. Have you been on the outs about something? Has your family seemed stressed? It may either begin soon or has started since the recent Full Moon, but this is going to be a much bigger secret than usual.
The Moon goes through your 3rd House. You're learning more about the people around you. You may find your especially analytical these days, and may open up to someone new. Logic has a new foothold in your head -- will you keep it's brash ways?
The Moon goes through your 2nd House, highlighting your recent gluttonous or frugal activities. Is there a reason? Finding balance in your financial life is crucial and the lesson the eclipse brings.
The Moon goes through your 1st House, making the change all about you. Who are you? What do people see? Are you ready for the changes you'll have to make? Chances are, you've begun already.
The Moon goes through your 12th House and settles alone in your 1st, after the eclipse. Do you feel different? Your quiet and almost dreamy nature is put on the line - but the opposite could also occur. Are you ready to face the day and weeks to come? If not, I advise you to prepare now and prepare well.
The Moon goes through your 11th House, talking about friends and your community. Something's shifted, people seem to either shun or give all the attention to you. Is someone talking about you? Is there a cause? Your time may be best spent thinking about who you've trusted rather than who dislikes you. Trust is the best illusion, especially when the Moon settles in your 12th House at 4 o'clock.
The Moon lands in your 10th House, begging the question about how people see you, your social status, and your professional life. Are you ready to take one out of Libra's playbook and become more agreeable, or will you become an even greater unmovable force?
The Eclipse is featured in your 9th House, the house of cultural questions and thinking about people rather than yourself. Who's on your mind? What troubles are the collective facing? How about you - what are your morals? Have they changed? And most importantly - have you been learning the lessons life has taught you, or are you pushing them away?
Eclipse in 8th House, suggesting secrets that are bound to come to life, but also brings inquires about marital finances. Do you owe someone money? Perhaps you'll learn something new. All information you get will be both bad and good. Hold onto it. The secrets you learn and the messages you receive from others and otherworldly forces are screaming loud and clear. It's just up to you whether or not you listen.
Eclipse in the 7th House, bringing upon commitments you may or may not be ready for. Did you get a new crush? New car? New home? These things will stay with you for some time and you'll grow fond of them. Just remember - not every commitment is meant to last forever, and not every commitment you make at this time is the one it applies to.
The light is obscured in your 6th House, bringing up issues on Health and Dedication. Are you doing everything in your power to be the person you want to be? Have you been troubled with dark feelings, aches or pains? Seek attention. Avoid doing potentially harmful things at this time. Ask yourself how you're feeling. This year and the last few have been unkind to you, to put it in unjust terms. This is not the time to seek escapism as a comfort, but this is the perfect time to make things better. Put on that band-aid, and get ready to go back to your peaceful dreaming.
‘Noct Noct i wan'tell you a secret’ ‘I *love* your face’ 'you take such good photos because your face is *perfect*’ 'I feel so heavy’ and he looks confused as his hand flops down Any other time this would have been hilarious
I have been waiting forever to share this with people who would appreciate it but I had to wait until they went public about it.
SO. On Christmas Eve my brother came over to celebrate Christmas with the family like he always does. My gift is a giant brown paper wrapped package tied with string. I opened it up and SUPRISE
The hard cover harry potter book collection. I have always wanted once since I was removed from my moms house and her boyfriend destroyed my old copies. So this was like, the greatest present ever because it was sooo expensive. So I open it up to bask in its glory when I notice the Chamber of Secrets is turned over. I just thought it was a packing mistake so I go to flip it over and a little blue sock falls out.
And by now I’m like WAIT.
and in the sock is a little note for me.
“We solemnly swear we were up to no good and because we managed to get into some mischief, it looks like you’re finally free to be the best aunt ever!”
I just wanted to share probably the BEST announcement ever with you guys. I am so happy and excited. I have nicknamed it “Dobby” because they are waiting to find out the gender until it’s born.
Been receiving messages about my OC Cin/Sin (still contemplating on how I want to call them… Cin is a closer nickname to their actual name, but “Sin” is something that’s always stuck for years lmao) but god– yeah I need to show more love to them, I’m currently restructuring their personality a bit. I refer to Cin as “they/them” btw. ^^
• i dont think either had a crush on the other at the garrison
• i mean, maybe lance thought keith was cute but just didn’t realize it because i feel like he thought he was straight at the garrison
• and maybe keith though lance was cute too but i feel like hes not really the type to get crushes on people at school because hes more focused on other things
• keith has always had sort-of long hair (except when he was like 5, he had a bowl haircut)
• i feel like before entering the garrison he had REALLY long hair and was like “i should cut this because why not” and just, fucked shit up, and thats why he has a mullet
• lance actually didnt have that many relationships at the garrison
• sure he had a couple short term girlfriends a few times but he was always more focused on getting good grades so he could move up classes and make his family proud
• inside red is one of the only places that keith feels safe
• even after the lion switch, red will still let keith in
• i also feel like blue would let lance in, she just HAD to completely shut him out in that moment because he had to go to red
• blue didnt want to let lance in because she knew if he came in she wouldnt want to let him go
• keith has never played a sport in his entire life
• this is why he is so bad at team-oriented things and always just wants to be left to do things on his own
• legit everytime i see “oh keith did (football, soccer, hockey, etc.)” im like, what kind of ooc bullshit
• he looks good in a hockey uniform though not gonna lie
• keith doesnt really have taste for food unless its really really good so he doesnt mind the food goo
• speaking of the food goo i think it tastes like old tea bags and grass
• i feel like keith and lanve would have that thing where theyve both confessed that they like eachother but theyre just,, so awkward and are both waiting for the other to officially ask them on a date
• i also think that before they even knew they liked eachother, they were always in “this technically could be seen as a date” situations
• to them a date can just be hanging out in their rooms together
• which they do that literally any time they get
• they always hang out in lances room because lances room has actually been home-ified while keiths room looks like no one has ever lived in there
• when they finally sort out the altean pool, everyone learns that keith actually cant swim
• keith thought that he could swim because he thought it looked pretty self explanatory but then he gets right into the deep end and almost drowns
• keiths favorite thing to do to pass time is stare out the windows on the ship and just watch the passing planets and stars
• the thing is that he can literally be staring at it for hours on end and suddenly lance comes in like “wtf babe its 2am go to sleep” and keith is like “what :0? its only been like 20 minutes”
• lance loves to watch hunk cook food
• he especially loves it because a) hunk says some wild stuff while hes cooking and b) he gets to be the taste tester
• casual hand holding is a must
• there could be someone between them and they will just reach around and hold hands behind the person
• lance gets keith into the habbit of taking naps (which isnt really a good thing considering their current job)
• so they both stop taking naps (unless given permission to chill) but instead the move into the same room (they move into lances room bc keiths room can go fuck itself)
• theyll say their going to bed at 9 but then spend 3 hours just talking to eachother about random shit
• they always have something to talk about with eachother
• lance has a secret obsession with keiths hair (despite always complaining about it) and will always run his fingers through it
• keith also has an obsession with lances hair but not in the same way
• while lance likes keiths hair because its soft and fluffy and long, keith likes lances hair because its good for fidgeting with
• lance will lay between keiths legs with his back to keiths chest while talking to the team and keith will just absent mindly touch lances hair
• nose kisses!
• nose kisses before battles!
• nose kisses before going to sleep!
• keith goes to lance or shiro for comfort depending on what type of comfort he needs
• one time in their late night talks they started talking about the future and where their relationship will go
• (after dating for a few years) their like basically engaged without either of them having ever asked
• anyways, back to that late night talk
• lance brings up kids and is like “oh yeah, you probably dont want any kids :(” and keith just stares at him like boy the fuck
• “lance i have never really had a family but i desperately want one, i want 10000 kids”
• ok im definitely gonna make a keith and lance as dads hc post after this
To the lucky girl who gets to love her, be with her and win her heart over;
Please take care of her, make sure she knows how much she’s worth, she tends to take care of everyone else around her and always forget to put herself first, so take care of her.
Love her unconditionally as if there’s no tomorrow anymore, always remind her how much you love her, how lucky you are to be able to love her and be loved back by her, never let her go to sleep without letting her know you love her.
Always make her feel special, put her first before anyone or anything else, she’s the most important person in your life so don’t forget to act like it, she’s your number one priority and don’t forget that.
Give her space, let her have her own time, she loves to just be left alone sometimes, and that’s not a bad thing, let her breathe, let her think and rest, if she wants to be alone, don’t take it personally, just understand her and give her the time and space that she needs.
Always listen to her. When she tells you things, pay attention, remember everything, even the small details, especially the smallest details. Listen to what she’s telling you, show her that you understand and that you’re all ears. If she wants to rant, let her rant, if she wants to tell you a story let her tell you a story. Never interrupt her, always show that you’re interested, don’t make her feel worthless.
Don’t let her go to bed mad. No matter what you’re fighting or arguing about, or no matter who’s wrong or right, never let her go to bed mad. Talk to her. Tell her you’re sorry. Tell her you love her. Even if its not your fault act like it is, just don’t let her go to bed mad.
She hates hanging out with a big group of people that she’s not close with, so don’t force her to go to parties if she doesn’t want to. But don’t leave her either even if she says its ok for you to go, instead choose to stay with her. Watch her favourite movies with her. Watch the TV shows that she loves, even if you don’t really get why she loves them. Put on her favourite music, and lay there under the covers. Spend time with her. Hug her tight and let her know how lucky you are.
She loves animals. She probably loves them more than you and you shouldn’t be offended by that, don’t take it personally. If she wants to spend time with them and not you let her, they mean the world to her. Learn to love them too.
She’s got the biggest heart. She fights for what is right, and you should support her, never say that what she believes in is crap, respect her beliefs and respect her.
Always cook her something. She loves food. Always make sure there’s potatoes, chicken and watermelon around, she absolutely love those. No matter how much you love her though, never let her near the kitchen!
After work, she’s going to be hella tired, so cook her food, put on her favourite shows or music, run a hot bath for her, and let her rest and sleep. Take care of her.
Don’t take her out on really expensive and/or loud dates, take her out to somewhere she loves, or stay in. Give her a list of options. Always prepare more than one date idea. Dates should just be about the two of you, so make sure its somewhere the two of you can just talk.
Communicate with her. Always talk to her. She hates small talks, ask her about her day, talk to her about everything, don’t keep secrets, be honest to her.
Always say good morning and good night to her. Always ask her how was her day. Ask her if she’s eaten. Ask her if she’s okay. Always tell her to drive safe. Tell her you miss her. Tell her you love her.
Take care of her please. Love her more than anyone or anything.
You’re lucky to have her. You’re lucky to be with her. She’s the type of girl anyone would be lucky to be with.
She’s kind, honest, loyal, down to earth, kind hearted, genuine, sweet (the sweetest), caring, amazing, witty, dirty minded, charming, big hearted, and she’s perfect, she’s perfect despite her past, despite her flaws, so love her.
Take care of her. Love her. She chose you.
(love her because i can only love her from afar.)