maybe that way i'll have more time for other things though

So obviously a lot of the fandom puts Allura into filling in the blue paladin position because she’s the friendliest lion and because of what happened in the previous version of Voltron. I understand that. 

And then there’s Keith as the black paladin, because Shiro had asked him to, and him having been able to fly the lion that one time because he’d basically begged Black to in order to save her current paladin. I understand that.

And then Lance becoming the new red paladin because that’s the only lion who still needs as Allura takes over his. I understand that.

But what if the lions had another idea?

So what if they discuss things and decide that they would try to fit these new roles, and Langst happens where Lance is left feeling angry that he’s always just a substitute for Keith’s position, and upset that he was easily going to be replaced by Allura. 

But then they try to each step into their newly assigned lions and neither Keith or Lance are let in, and Allura feels a really grudging acceptance coming from Blue. 

Because although the lions will definitely need to choose new paladins in order to make sure they can still become voltron who said they had to choose the paladins that the humans decided? 

So at first Lance feels the aggravation coming off of Red and believes that she’s really mad at being forced to deal with Lance, but then he notices that Red’s attention is focused on Keith. She isn’t acting aggravated at him

And then he turns to see Keith unable to open Black at all, who is also acting a little annoyed. So Lance decides to call him over and when he reaches red he mentions that he just doesn’t get why Black isn’t responding to him. Like she did before right?

And so they meet back up with Allura outside Blue and they find out that Blue is acting really pouty although she seems to be trying to warm up to Allura. They discuss it and figure that if Keith can’t get into Black then Allura might have to. So they try again and Red and Blue are very happy to be back with their paladins. Blue is purring up a storm in a way that almost seems victorious.

But Black doesn’t respond to Allura either which doesn’t make sense to them. The only time a lion will refuse Altean royalty is when a better paladin is in their midst. 

So Lance starts heading towards Black and while Blue starts grumbling as he heads towards where Allura is standing, Black turns to look his way. Once he gets close enough Black actually opens up for him and just the three of them are absolutely bewildered. 

The two others can’t accept the idea of Lance who comes off as a class clown in their eyes to be the leader, but as Lance is allowed in as the new head they have no choice than to accept. 

And then Blue and Black are grumbling at each other while Lance takes his new position because as it turns out they were actually fighting over him.

And that’s how Lance becomes the new leader and gets more validation from two parts of voltron than his team mates have ever given him.

I just got all into this because we all assume that they’ll all get assigned into their new roles by deciding themselves. But just as how Blue first chose lance without Allura telling her to first I feel that while she was right when designating the other paladins to their lions last time, it was because the lions would have picked them anyways. Now though with the first one chosen as the black paladin being gone, the lions will choose for themselves who is best suited as the leader, as it isn’t as obvious this time.

anonymous asked:

(I really need to get this off my chest I'm sorry) I like klance, and I'll enjoy when it becomes openly canon, but... I don't want the Getting Together/Confession Moment to be used as the answer to Lance's insecurities boiling over into a breakdown asking what he is to the team/what his thing is, you understand?

yeah! i get you on that!

a relationship isn’t how you get rid of insecurities. in fact, it can actually open up doors to new insecurities because now you could be worrying about “not being good enough for that person” or “feeling like they’re just pitying you” or “being scared they will break up with you because they don’t actually like you back”, all of which i can see Lance experiencing once he and Keith start a relationship. 

the kind of klance relationship i wanna see is this:

  • the boiling over moment for Lance when he finally snaps and all his emotions come gushing out, maybe him and Keith get into a not very good argument because of this because stress levels are already through the roof now that Shiro is gone so i can see them having a fight
  • i can also see this happening in front of the rest of the team, so. it won’t be very good.
  • i want Lance to off-handedly admit that he feels like he’s just Keith’s shadow/replacement, thus giving the team (and Keith) a glance at how he actually feels about himself
  • i want Lance to storm out of the room after realizing what he said and not wanting to see the team’s reaction to that and him finding a place to seethe, maybe going to the blue lion or his room. i want hunk or coran to go after him and talk to him. meanwhile Keith is trying to brush the situation off and get focused on the mission at hand because that’s what’s important, right? can’t let emotions distract you from finding Shiro?
  • i want coran or hunk (preferably hunk) to eventually go and find keith and convince him to go talk to lance about this because it’s Important and Needs to be Done, keith reluctantly agrees after some convincing
  • keith goes and finds lance, possibly moping around in his room or around the blue lion, and they have a talk. it’s a bit awkward at first because they obviously just had a bad blow out and i want lance to be defensive, and i want keith to be prickly
  • but i also want them to find a way to talk it out. i want lance to finally open up to keith about how he feels about himself and like, admitting that he doesn’t actually hate keith he just has Issues™
  • this is the kicker though, i don’t want keith to give any Big Motivational Speeches to lance, because he isn’t really the best in that department. i want him to like, try and reach common ground with lance, i want him to tell lance that he didn’t know thats how he felt, and in fact, doesn’t understand why lance feels this way
  • i want keith to tell lance that he doesn’t hate him either and, for them to just have a moment where they can see eye to eye? another Bonding Moment™? that would be so nice. lance doesn’t solve his insecurities right then and there but at least now he and keith are on the same page?
  • after this, i want them to start working together more. i want to see them co-leading the team. i want to see them grow together and supporting each other and lance slowly learning over time that he’s just as important as everyone else, and i want him to start to get over all his internalized “hatred” for keith. i want to see that small crush on keith that he has buried under all his insecurities to blossom into an actual adoration and love for the red paladin and i want their growing relationship to be rocky and hard because they have a war to fight and a team to lead. 
  • and i don’t just want lance to learn his worth through keith either, i want to see him working together with the rest of the team and them taking him more seriously too. i wanna see him and allura bond over their homesickness, i wanna see him and pidge bond over their longing for their families, i wanna see him and hunk bond over being scared of what the future holds for them. 
  • i want to see lance’s talents shine and new talents we didn’t know he had to pop up too, and i want him to learn to love himself and see how important he truly is. he’s a paladin of voltron man, he’s pretty damn important.
Paper Planes (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate AU where if you throw a paper plane out your window it always makes its way to your soulmate. You can’t write your full name, your location, or any contact info, anything else is fair game. It’s up to fate to bring you together.

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: Zero proofreading. It’s strictly fluff though so you’re safe here.

A/N: This was such a cute idea and also reminded me of that one Disney short. You know the one. Also, I will jump at any opportunity I can to write sappy love notes and Lin’s messy handwriting. Please don’t ask me about logistics of this, I have no idea what happens if your window is shut and your soulmate throws a plane, I’m just here to write fluff.
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Your parents had told you the story all through your childhood. They would always weave you intricate tales at bedtime about how you might meet your soulmate. Your favorite stories always had a prince playing that role. As you got older the stories evolved from fictitious plots to questions and conversations. 

You received your first letter from him at seven years old. It took you by surprise when the paper plane made of blue construction paper landed on the floor of your bedroom. You scrambled from you bed to scoop it up and inspect it. You unfolded it carefully, flipping it over.

‘ Hi! My name is Lin! ‘

You yelped as if the paper itself had spoken and ran into the living room where your mom was preoccupied with a book. She seemed to notice your panic because her eyes immediately left the pages to study your face.

“They wrote you, didn’t they?” she asked wryly with a twinkle in her eye. You squeaked out a yes, shoving the blue paper towards her. She unfolded it to see the note before chuckling. “Well, are you gonna write them back or not?”

You spent the entire night debating and when your mom came into your room to kiss you goodbye before she left for work she saw you sitting on the floor surrounded in papers. 

“For them or from them?” she asked with an amused smile as she leaned against your doorway.

“For.”

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anonymous asked:

what are your sexuality headcanons for the paladins?

Ehhhhhh, hmmmm, let’s see… I mean, I support all kinds of ships in the fandom that probably break my headcanons, so this in no way implies that I disagree with other ships. These are just my, personal, headcanons for sexuality and… other things. Because I went overboard, as usual -  

Lance - Bisexual (obv). Biromantic. I think he probably has some issues expressing his attraction to men, however. Not because he’s unaware of it, but because he has a “Han Solo” type image he wants to portray to those he wants to impress and so it’s easier to stick to only flirting with ladies. That is, until he’s confident and comfortable enough to express how he really feels to his new “family.” Lance is, in my opinion, a very, very secretive person that uses his typical attitude as a sort of smoke and mirrors idea to convince those he meets otherwise. Because insecurity. Also, I think Lance kind of shifts between being quite masculine and quite feminine when he feels comfortable in doing so. I don’t think he suffers from gender dysphoria, but I don’t think he allows his gender to dictate how he presents himself (again, once he feels comfortable enough with the people around him. Dat insecurity and desire to impress be gettin’ in the way). For example, back home with his family and in his neighborhood and where he’s most at ease, he’s more than happy to wear makeup. Or, say, during Cuban festivals like the Havana Carnival, you know damn well he’s wearing one of those more revealing getups with the fancy headdresses and all the beaded decorations and flashy sleeves and feathers, etc, etc. YOU CANNOT TAKE THIS HEADCANON AWAY FROM ME! GIVE ME HAVANA CARNIVAL LANCE! NOW! 

Keith - Gay. Super gay. As gay as they come. SO gay. Homoromantic. I also headcanon Keith as being somewhat hyper-romantic, meaning that he really, really desires a romantic relationship (far more so than anything sexual). Like, he’s the type that forms feelings hard and fast and without mercy, and so he tries really, really hard not to give in, but it never works. He’s more apt to keep such things bottled up tight than ever express them, however–too afraid of rejection. 

Pidge - Asexual. Aromantic. Pidge is far more interested in platonic bonds and values her family/friends more than anything. Which is why it’s so important that she find her family. I’d imagine she has a hard time making friends as well, so what strong bonds she does have are very, very important to her support system. She has anti-social tendencies, but is very dependent on the people she does love to be there and love her in return. I also imagine she suffers from gender dysphoria, and that–though it’s something that doesn’t really affect her position as part of Voltron any–it wears on her a bit. It’s clear from the space mall episode, when she couldn’t decide which bathroom to go in, that how she’s presenting herself–at least in public–is stressing her a bit. I think she’s comfortable enough with Team Voltron not to worry about it, but something inside her is uncertain. Whether this leads to her making a transition or identifying as gender fluid isn’t something I’ve decided yet, however.   

Hunk - Panromantic and asexual. I dunno why I love the idea of asexual Hunk so much–maybe because it’s interesting to headcanon both him and Pidge that way due to how different they are. I like the idea of romantically distant Pidge, who still needs all her platonic relationships, while Hunk loves romance and wants it and all the frills that come along with it. But he’s also patient and doesn’t really go looking for it? Like, he knows it’ll come someday and he’s just waiting for that perfect person(s). Until then, he’s more than happy to give cuddles and love to his friends. I also think Hunk would do very well with polyamorous relationships and would be more than willing to be in one/want one. And though he has no active interest in sex himself, he’d be more than happy to participate if it made his partner happy. He’s not sex-repulsed (as Pidge probably is), he just doesn’t care one way or another.   

Shiro - Demisexual and demiromantic. Shiro partially takes a while to warm up to people because of the trauma he’s been through, but also because he’s always been very focused elsewhere and so he’s never thinking about romance or sex at the forefront. When it does hit him, though, it’s deep and burning and certain. He’s the kind of person that loves someone his whole life, even if they don’t love him in return, and so even though he may not end up with that person, a flame for them will always exist inside him, even if it is subdued. That’s just how deeply he feels things–it leaves that much of an impact on him. But, like I said, it does take a special kind of person and a lot of time to get him to that point. 

Allura - Gray-sexual and demiromantic. Allura has a lot more important things to worry about than sex and relationships. I also kind of headcanon that sex wasn’t a huge part of Altean culture anyway. Allura feels sexual attraction sometimes, but it’s not hard for her to control, nor is it distracting. That doesn’t mean she can’t be a sexual person, just that it’s not something that’s overpowering unless she lets it overpower her at her own volition. I would also imagine that she takes a while to romantically warm up to people, even if she’s platonically very friendly. If she’s going to enter into a romantic relationship, it needs to be with someone she’s partners with–both romantically and otherwise. Someone she can work with, but who can also manage themselves and offer things productive to the relationship. Allura would need–I think above anything–an efficient relationship. Which is why this determination would have to be solidified before romance was introduced or even considered. 

Coran - I… don’t know, lol. I usually headcanon Coran as being very dedicated to the royal family and so his personal life wasn’t something he considered important. Which I guess would make him a kind of asexual and aromantic. But I also imagine that Alteans are very good at compartmentalizing, so even if he was attracted to someone/in love, he wouldn’t allow it to get in the way of his duties. Therefore, I consider Coran’s personal life to, well, be none of my business, hahahaha!

“Isn’t in kind of unrealistic, statistically, that all the Voltron members be part of the LGBTQ+ community?”

No. If it weren’t for the gender and sexual stereotypes that permeate human society, I theorize that diversity among such things would be far more wide-spread. Not only that, but each lion represents a different type of person and I think it’s perfectly reasonable, therefore, that each paladin show variances all over the spectrum, not just in their personalities. They are five pieces that come together to make a whole, so like they represent different races and personality types, other things about them should show differences as well. Which means that, yes, I do get slightly annoyed at the lack of female representation on the team. What little representation women have isn’t enough, and Hunk or Shiro would have made really good female characters without it altering the story one bit. 

ANYWAY! Hope that sums it up :D

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anonymous asked:

I really love your Nurseydex fics!!! I was wondering if you might write more based on that part w Dex and Nursey being f*ckbuddies and Dex asking Nursey to stay the night, just once, no one ever does. And how they go from there? And if Dex is thr little spoon if they cuddle I'll probably explode from happiness just saying. Please and thank you

hey, and thank you! 
btw, your butt looks good in those pants and you can do the thing. i believe in you.


Dex watched Nursey struggling to pull on those ridiculously tight jeans he like to wear from his bed. Normally, seeing him jump around would make Dex laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. Instead, he was just… exhausted.

Not the sort of exhausted that comes from a job well done, or a satisfied exhausted from good sex. No, he felt drained. Emotionally exhausted. The kind that came from watching another guy walk out the door.

It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t great, because it really, really was. It was better than any hookup Dex could pick up, better than any relationship he’d ever had. The sex was practically addictive.

The problem was that he liked more than just the sex, though. He like the time they spent together before they fucked. He got excited about the idea of seeing Nursey outside of hockey. It wasn’t just a casual, friends with benefits thing anymore; there were feelings involved.

Feelings that were killing him every time he watched Nursey walk away like Dex wasn’t worth the time and effort of sticking around.

Dex knew he wasn’t that fun to be around. He was brash, and aggressive, and angry. He didn’t have a great personality. It was easy to understand why hook ups never stuck around: why bother putting up with all of that when the sex already happened. It still hurt, but it was understandable. When it was Nursey, though…

Nursey and him spent time together. He liked Dex enough to hang out with him, or so Dex thought. It was hard not to wonder if that was just out of obligation to the team, or worse, a way to get in his pants, when Nursey always left straight after he got what he wanted.

When Nursey finally got the tight denim over his thighs, he turned around, mouth already forming words when he paused.

“What’s wrong, bro?”

Dex realized he had barely moved since Nursey climbed off the cheap dorm mattress. He hadn’t put on any of his clothes, or even covered himself up. The pillows got lost somewhere in their haste to get naked, so the only thing on the bed with Dex was his thick quilt.

He considered telling Nursey nothing was wrong, that he was imagining things. Anything but what actually came out of his mouth.

“Please don’t leave.”

Nursey stopped struggling with his shirt, eyes wide. He let his arms drop to his side, half tangled in the maroon fabric. “What’d you say?”

“Please stay? Just the night, just once? Nobody ever stays, and it’s okay with them, but it’s you, and I just need you to… I just need you. Please, Nursey?”

There was something in his voice that he hated. He sounded weak, broken. And maybe he was. Hell, he probably was. He couldn’t be normal and fuck without feeling like he was coming apart at the seems.

Dex couldn’t bring himself to look at Nursey’s face. He focused on Nursey’s strong arms, the smooth skin of his chest, the stupid men’s hockey shirt that Dex was pretty sure started out life as his own. No, he knew what he would find in Nursey’s face: pitty.

But he was at the point where he didn’t care. He didn’t want to know if Nursey stayed with him because he felt bad for Dex. And if he said no? Dex didn’t want to see the look of disgust at his over emotional response. He just wanted to pretend, if only for one night, that maybe someone could care for him, that he was good for something other than hockey and fucking.

In a flash, Nursey stripped back out of his clothes and crawled back up on the bed with Dex. With gentle but firm hands, he directed Dex to look at him.

Nursey’s face… there wasn’t pity, or disgust, or any emotion Dex could name. It was soft and open, and it made something in his chest ache just as much as it eased some of the tension he was feeling. Nursey pressed a gentle kiss to Dex’s lips, the first time they’d ever kissed outside of sex.

After a minute looking at each other, Nursey rearranged them on the bed so that he was spooning Dex. It wasn’t the first time Dex had been the little spoon (he had a girlfriend in high school who loved to cuddle that way), but it was the first time he felt so completely surrounded, and warm, and safe.

One of the things that surprised Dex most about having sex with Nursey was how attentive he was. He cared more about his partner’s pleasure than his own. Dex wasn’t sure why he was so surprised that Nursey was the same way with cuddling. Nursey made sure that Dex was as comfortable as possible, that he knew he was the entire focus of Nursey’s attention. He knew just how to move his hands to be comforting but not over-stimulating.

It was nearly an hour before either of them said anything. Dex surprised himself by breaking the silence.

“Thank you, for doing this for me.”

Nursey nosed at the back of Dex’s neck. He hummed as an acknowledgement that he heard Dex speak, but didn’t say anything. Dex realized that Nursey was giving him time to talk, time to sort through his thoughts and figure out what exactly he wanted to say. He had never been so grateful for someone in his life.

“I’m… it’s okay when other people leave after a hookup, but I like you. I really fucking like you, Nursey. And it really, really fucking hurts thinking that you don’t like me enough to stick around, y'know? Or care.”

Behind him, Nursey took a deep breath. Dex could almost feel him counting to 10 in his head, a technique Jack tried to teach the team in an effort to get them to respond instead of react. Dex found himself counting, too.

After 30 long seconds, Nursey said, “I really like you, too. I only leave because I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Dex found Nursey’s hand on his stomach and held it tight. That wasn’t what he expected. Before he could respond, though, Nursey spoke again.

“If you wanted, I would never leave this bed. But if you want me to leave, I can do that, too. You’re calling the shots, Poindexter, because I’m all in for whatever you want.”

“How about… for now, we just do this.”

Tony hides the cat.

He knows it’s stupid, but he can’t help it. Anything he loves that will let him lock them away, he will. Which means the ‘bots stay in the lab. FRIDAY barely talks to the returned team. And the cat lives exclusively in Tony’s rooms.

Which rather defeats the point, of course. Jinx is supposed to be there whenever Tony starts to get anxious, whenever he starts to have a panic attack, whenever he gets too wound up and needs to relax before he gives himself another heart attack. Vision, FRIDAY, and Rhodey had been behind the idea, but Tony can’t say he minds the therapy cat.

But he won’t let her around the team, won’t trust the team with her, and of course those are the places where he needs her most often. He does have panic attacks in his rooms, but it’s far more likely for Wanda Maximoff’s magic or Clint’s snide comments or Steve’s sudden moves to set him off.

He solves it by spending most of his time in his lab or in his room, isolated from everyone but a select few FRIDAY knows to let through.

“Meow.”

Tony shakily pets down her back. “You’re a good cat, you know that?” He asks. Rhetorical, of course, because he knows she can’t talk back.

But then again, neither can DUM-E or Butterfingers or U, and Tony’s pretty sure he understands them anyways.

She butts her head against his elbow, and he almost manages to smile.

“Meow.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He joined whole-team training for the first time today, and as a consequence saw Steve work with the shield he hadn’t wanted to return but had felt pressured into. The world needed Captain America, needed him at his best. And Tony would keep his mouth shut.

He’d made it through almost all of training, despite Rhodey’s, Peter’s, Vision’s, and even Carol’s offers to make his excuses. But Steve had thrown the shield to Bucky, that well-practiced move part of their repertoire, and they had just been standing too close to Tony, and that had been it. Tony thinks he stuttered something about a broken repulsor–a lie, of course, his repulsors take a lot harder hits to break–and made a break for it.

To Jinx.

“Meow.”

“Yup.”

She sprawls across his lap, belly up, and this time Tony does manage to smile before giving her the requested belly-rubs. Unlike Ana Jarvis’ cat from when Tony was small, Jinx will let him pet her for hours, if he needs to. None of the biting him after precisely three strokes business.

The door opens and Tony flinches, and Jinx, perceptive as ever, bats at his hands.

It’s Peter and Vision, though, and Tony does his best to relax. Jinx gives them a thoroughly unimpressed look before deciding she can settle back into Tony’s lap.

“Colonel Rhodes is on his way,” Peter says, pulling his mask off now that they’re in the privacy of Tony’s rooms. “He’s yelling.”

Vision takes over from there. “He’s restructuring the training procedure,” he corrects. “So this will not happen again.”

“Maybe next time Jinx could be there?” Peter suggests.

Tony shakes his head. “No, I…I don’t trust them with her.”

“Meow.”

Tony begins petting again, compelled by his pushy cat.

“Can we sit?”

Tony nods, so the couch is filled around him. “We can go back to training just us,” Peter offers.

“How productive is that?” Tony asks rhetorically.

Vision actually answers. “More productive than this, I imagine. If you cannot work with them, then you cannot work with them. We would all understand. We all have our reservations and our problems.”

“But you all do it.”

“They weren’t my friends,” Peter says. “And they didn’t try to kill me.”

The door opens again and Rhodey rolls in, groaning. “I let Carol take over yelling,” he says. “I had more important places to be.”

“You all know they didn’t do anything wrong,” Tony says.

Rhodey rolls his eyes. “Forgive us for being a little mad,” he says dryly.

Jinx moves so she’s sitting in Tony’s lap, then moves up his arm and perches on his shoulder. She’s not a big cat, but Tony still goes a little crooked under the weight. Her tail hits him in the face and he smiles again.

“Movie night?” Rhodey offers. “Carol will probably be up sooner or later, we could order food while we’re waiting.”

There’s no mention of anyone else. For a moment, Tony feels bad, but then the thought of them being in here makes him tense. Jinx butts her head against his.

“I want pizza,” he says, reaching up to pat his cat with one hand and reach for his phone with the other, listening to his friends list their pizza orders.

What your Avatar: The Last Airbender OTP says about you:

Kataang: The happiest cinnamon roll. You have been with them since the very first episode when they gazed into each other’s eyes and that, for you, was it. You’re goofy and probably regularly make heart eyes at people (maybe even without knowing it). The most defensive of the shippers.

Zutara: You have so much angst in your blood that you have completely denied any and all claims that Zuko and Katara DIDN’T end up together. They loved each other so much and you are physically pained at their lack of canon, on-screen romance (because of course all the hardcore make-out sessions happened off-screen, duh). You have an unbreakable bond with literally every Zutarian. You’re artistic, and every song makes you think of them. LITERALLY every song. The most hardcore of the shippers and the snarkiest.

Tokka: The quiet, funny one in the friend group. Sometimes the things you say go unheard, but that doesn’t make them any less hilarious. You’re a sucker for hand-holding and cheek kisses. You identify strongly with either Toph or Sokka (or both). Your favorite kinda of relationships involve insults and sarcasm in the most loving way. The most dedicated of the shippers because even after the Korra finale, you still want to believe that Su Yin is the Tokka child.

Maiko: You had an emo phase in middle school that lasted a little too long. Maybe traces of it still linger, who knows? Maybe you cover it up with drama club or marching band? The dark, brooding types were always your weakness. When Mai betrayed Azula for Zuko, that not only sealed the deal, but broke your heart. Your stone-cold heart. Your humor may be a little dry or dark, but you can really be yourself around your good friends and they love every bit of you!

Yukka: You probably cry a lot. “That’s rough buddy” is your mantra.  You’re expectations for relationships tend to be a bit high and you’re extremely romantic. A person who can make you laugh is the only person you can see yourself being with forever.

Zukaang: Although you’re sure there’s something more than friendship between them, you share your head canons sparingly with outside shippers. A lot of people probably think you’re crazy but you know it’s there. You like to play matchmaker for your friends, even if they don’t know about it. The hero/villain romance is not only the hottest, but the most thrilling in your opinion. You’re read a lot of smutty fanfiction.

Sukka: The mom of the friend group. Your OTP is canon, yes, but it is forgotten as well. You’re the one who sits back and monitors the ship wars, not really wanting to be involved. Just silently knowing that you have the best OTP. Suki is a precious warrior princess and you hate when people leave her out of the team avatar posts. You’re a strong believer in love finding a way through anything. Long distance relationships come easily because communication is really what gets you connected. You probably like to bake or something.

Azuko/Katokka: You should probably never have children.

Tyzula: You’ll take anything…ANYTHING that implies that your ship is canon. You can be soft and gentle when you need to be, but only those who are really close to you know how absolutely wild you are. You might scare people around you with your vibrance, but everyone knows you and everyone likes you…even if it’s only a little bit.

Taang: Rough around the edges, but a total softie underneath. You love modern AUs more than you care to admit. You believe in young love, even if it’s just for the moment. Friendships can definitely last more than one lifetime as far as you’re concerned. An optimistic realist who, while seeing the facts and general perspective of a situation, can remain hopeful even in tough times.

Sokkla: Like a Zutarian, only angrier and a lot more sarcastic.

Tylaang: Fluff fluff and more fluff. Everything is fluff. You’re a dreamer and you probably still have all of your old stuffed animals somewhere tucked away (or maybe even on your bed I ain’t judging). You love the art of dancing, whether you’re good at it or not.

Toko: You like things to match up, even though you’re hella disorganized. Everybody has to have somebody. You might have started shipping it simply or even as a joke, but now you’re pretty screwed because you’re invested. Also, your ship name sounds like Taco. That’s a plus.

Jetara: Go watch Greese. It’ll help sooth the pain.

[What your ______ OTP says about you: part 1 ]

hurt tonight.

baz feels empty sometimes.  i got inspired for this fic by listening to let’s hurt tonight by one republic. the lyrics of the song don’t really have that much in common with the fic, it’s more the feel of the song that inspired me. 

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[Bunce]

Baz hadn’t been over for a few days. When Penny thought of it she realised it must have been at least a week since she’d seen Baz in the flat. Being busy with her homework had kept her ignorant to this, but now it was weekend and Simon was alone in his room. It was… strange. Baz often couldn’t stay away for longer than two days and the two of them barley ever spent time at Baz’ place.

Penny wondered if there was a chance that they were in a fight. Even more so, she wondered if she should get involved with whatever was going on between the two of them or not. Her instant response to that would have been no, she was not involving herself in their problems. Though, after she’d thought it over again, she cared a lot more about their relationship than she would have preferred. They were both her friends—and she did not have many more friends besides the two of them—which meant she wished them the best they could have. Especially after all that Simon and Baz had already endured.

After a few moments lost in thought she decided that just asking Simon about it was the least she could do. Offering herself as a supportive listener was different from involving herself in their problems, she told herself.

“Come in,” said Simon shortly after Penny had knocked on his bedroom door.

She walked into his bedroom and saw Simon slouched on his bed with his laptop resting on his lap. He seemed relaxed, probably too relaxed for him to be in a fight with his boyfriend. Simon didn’t hide his emotions very well, you could basically feel any emotion radiating from him. Penny realised she would have known from more than just Baz’ absence if Simon and Baz had been in a fight. So… they weren’t in a fight?

“Baz hasn’t been around for a while. Why isn’t he here tonight? It’s weekend,” Penny asked, unable to keep the curiosity inside her.

Simon shrugged. “He’s been sick the last few days.”

Penny frowned at that. “But, Simon, he’s a vampire.”

Simon copied her frown. “I know… I guess it’s sick as in not feeling well. A vampire can still not feel well right?”

“Probably.”

“Yeah.”

“But,” Penny was still a bit confused about it all, “you don’t know anything more than that? What did he tell you exactly.”

“He said he wasn’t coming by because he wasn’t feeling well.”

“You didn’t ask him what was going on?” Penny asked.

Simon stared at her for a little while. “Should I have?”

“Didn’t you want to know?”

Simon shrugged again. “What difference would it have made?”

“You would have known.” And maybe he needs you, she thought, though she quickly argued herself on that. Baz knew Simon and knew the way Simon worked. If Baz was in need of Simon he should’ve told Simon. You couldn’t expect from Simon to read everything between the lines.

“I guess I would have, but knowing he isn’t feeling well seemed like enough information. I told him I’ll wait for him until he feels better.”

“Maybe you could visit him. Don’t you miss him?” Penny pushed.

“I could,” Simon said and became quiet for a bit. “What if he just wants rest, Penny? He didn’t tell me to come visit him.”

“Did he tell you not to come?”

“… No.”

“You could just text him and ask him if he’d like you to visit him,” Penny encouraged him. Penny felt a little ridiculous for having to help Simon this way, but she knew that sometimes Simon just needed a bit of guidance onto the right path.

Simon nodded. “I will.”

“Good,” Penny said in satisfaction and she left his room.

A few minutes later Simon was at her bedroom door to let her know that he was going over to Baz’ place. Penny smiled to herself whilst shaking her head slightly. The two of them were a piece of work.

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the signs according to ME, based on what I've absorbed from tumblr even though I don't pay attention to 75% of the zodiac and might not be able to even name them all from memory
  • aries: PISSED OFF ANGRY FILLED WITH RAGE AND ANGER AND IS ALSO MAD
  • taurus: the impression I get is they're similar to aries in that they’re angry and stubborn? but the difference is that while aries will clock you in the jaw, taurus will hold a grudge for the rest of your born days. your born days, not theirs, because they’re going to outlive you out of spite
  • gemini: is what I think comes next? anyway apparently geminis are very social and bubbly and they're people persons (people people?), but also they’re supposed to be all two-faced and gossipy, because twins. which is very mean to say about twins.
  • cancer: no offense to anyone who is a cancer, but my Least Favorite Human that I've ever met is a cancer, so my perception is tainted. cancers cry a lot. all the time. about everything.
  • leo: you know, I honestly don't know what is associated with leo, besides... lion. so therefore, leos are brave. you might belong in august, where dwell the brave of heart. their daring, nerve, and chivalry set leos apart. congrats you're gryffindor now
  • virgo: or is it libra comes first? I think it's virgo. um, anyway, virgo is my moon sign. I respect virgo. the general sense I get is that they're very... anal and particular and organized? their lists are color-coded and have subheadings?
  • libra: or possibly virgo, depending on whether or not I switched the order. BUT YEAH SO, LIBRA, SCALES. ALL ABOUT THAT FAIRNESS AND JUSTICE. common room is next to the kitchen.
  • scorpio: uuuuuuuGHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SO FED UPPPPPPP I am a scorpio but I don't WANNA BE a scorpio I'm so TIRED of everything being nothing but femme fatale tropes and byronic hero nonsense I'M NOT MYSTERIOUS!!! are people even mysterious in real life? also please stop talking about how sexually charged and passionate I am. please don't do this. you're making this uncomfortable for everyone and I wanna exchange my sign for something else
  • sagittarius: the sense I get is that sagittarius is best personified by a weird kid at summer camp who hardcore believes in aliens and whose knees are full of band-aids
  • capricorn: does capricorn come next? I don't honestly even know. I don't know anything about capricorns. they're represented by a goat though, so that automatically makes them better than every other sign. A MERMAID GOAT, NO LESS. listen, idk what capricorns are like, but I'm trading my star sign. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT MORE THAN ANYTHING.
  • aquarius: the only thing I know about aquarius is that song in Hair
  • pisces: fish. has lots of emotions, but is pretty chill and creative? bunks with sagittarius at summer camp, but personally prefers cryptids to aliens
pillow talk

a/n: my first attempt at some ryder x liam! i had this headcanon for some time, and really had to get it down on paper. hope you guys enjoy :)

ao3, for those of you who prefer.

Amelia learns pretty quickly that Liam is horrible to share a bed with.

She supposes she should have seen it coming. The signs were all there. He’s almost constantly either moving or talking, always doing something. In combat, he jumps right in, not afraid of taking harsh blows and getting in close. And then there was the time she stumbled upon him passed out with half his body falling off his suspicious dorm room couch. She thought that maybe sleeping in — well — a bed would tame that a bit.

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Hey everybody! I’ve finally got some money put back for this, and just in time — to celebrate 20,000 follows and 300 Ask Sam Stuff entries, I’m whipping out a contest parallel to Sam’s big beautiful B-day.

For the month of April, I’m hosting an Ask Sam Stuff contest that leads up to Sam’s birthday!

The basics are simple: pick an asksamstuff entry that you enjoyed or have some interest in, and expand upon it or recreate it in whatever way you want!

It can be fanfiction, fanart, crafts of some kind, or even edits! So long as they link with the selected entry in some way in subject matter, they’re all perfectly within the guidelines.  I want to see how amazingly creative all y'all are and expand our love for our boy, Sam Winchester (though of course, other characters are totally welcome, so long as you have Sam in there as a focal point). Post your creation to your blog with the hashtag #asksamcontest so I can find your entry throughout the month of April; you can also use @asksamstuff in your entry somewhere to ping me to it, or e-mail me a link at ashtraydentist@aol.com.

Be sure to link the asksamstuff entry that it is based on in your contest post, or let me know which entry your post is based on via message!!

At the end of April, I will collect the entries and pick the winners of a select group of prizes!

The categories are: fanfiction, fanart, and fanedits (crafts will be placed under fanart unless I recieve a decent enough count to make a fourth category). Judging will be based on how well the entry is done — not just in artistic ability, but in effort, creativity, uniqueness, and so on! So don’t feel discouraged; a lot of it will come down to personal preferences and different ways of selecting winners.

There is ONE person who will get a top prize — a unique and one of a kind Sam-centric fancomic, 15-20 pages in length, printed and shipped to their house with a special thanks printed in the back! And it will be entirely based on one of your own prompts that you supply when the contest is over. It will have a thank you letter and will be solely your own to do with as you please; your eyes only, unless you’d like to post it or what have you. It’s all yours! (As a note, it may take a few weeks for this to be completed and shipped out, so bear with me; light character shipping is alright but nothing too dirty, I’m a prude).

From there, here are the prizes for winners of individual categories!

Two winners of each category will get to choose between a grayscale copy of any of the asksamstuff volumes, a color copy of The Little Golden Hunter’s Book — OR a piece of art based on a prompt they offer, if they already own the books or prefer a drawn picture. The art will be personalized with a thank you and can be sent to you, if you would like that instead of being gifted digitally.

A listed number of runners up will recieve a notecard with an original hand drawn Sam Winchester and a personalized thank you, as well as some stickers, in a cute little envelope!

Everyone who participated will be listed on a masterlist of entries for all to see, as well as a link to your blogs, that will remain linked on the asksamstuff blog’s navigation page. ♥

The only requirements for entering is the following:

• Fanfic should not be any longer than 10,000 words. People who can pump out more than that are so cool and I want your powers, but I want to be able to judge everyone quickly, and I fear I may not have time to go through long entries! 

Mark anything NSFW as such! But these things are not excluded, so long as they’re connected to the asksamstuff entry you selected.

• You have to be willing to give me an address to ship things to! If you’re very private and you’d rather enter but get an art piece or whatnot via e-mail, let me know when I announce the winners. I will ask winners to e-mail me at that time with addresses and what prize they want. Please be sure to be available via e-mail! Tumblr is very wonky sometimes.

Also again, be sure to use #asksamcontest so I can see it!

WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED MAY 2ND, ON SAM’S BIRTHDAY, AND YOUR WORKS WILL BE POSTED IN A LIST FORMAT FOR EVERYONE TO BROWSE!!

Have fun, and I’ll see you then!! ;)

(And don’t be afraid to ask questions if needed.)

— Ashlee

I am starting to get annoyed w Riverdale

• Even though queerbating is common, it does not mean it’s right. Fooling an entire community of young teen LGBT+ into thinking your show is going to FINALLY give them some some representation, only for you to take it away, is a dirty move. There are other ways to get a good audience, queerbating is not one of them.

• Kevin Keller, the only openly gay character, fell straight in the gbf (gay best friend) stereotype. Come on, he is given little screen time and is all about him getting pushed around and being used for comedy cuts. This is getting real old, being gay is not some comical matter.

• Aro/Ace swerve. J*ghead is canonically aro/ace, I don’t know why they though that he being fucking heterosexual and in a relationship with Betty would be a good Idea. The (aro/ace) representation is already so rare, they ruined a real chance of setting an example and maybe turning it more common.

• Let’s talk POC representation, shall we? Well, it started out really well. Pussycats having an even screen time along side with Reggie Mantle and Ronnie Logde. I get that Ross Butler was shooting 13rw and he wasn’t around much, but you don’t discard a character without giving an believable explanation. Somehow the pussycats’ storyline was thrown to the side while Ronnie’s got all twisty and with unexplained points, badly developed.

(This is not a critic to the cast, they are working within what they were given. I find them all amazing, minus one. The show has potential. This is just my opinion, you are allowed to disagree! I don’t mean to offend anyone. I needed to rant)

Prompt: Kimberly getting hurt and the cold ass Trini suddenly being all caring with her

Thanks for the prompt!


Kimberly isn’t one for getting hurt - that’s more Billy’s and Zack’s area of expertise - so when they come back from fighting one of their regulars, Kimberly’s surprised that she’s got a sprained ankle. It’s no big deal really, she’s had sprained ankles before, mostly during her time as a cheerleader, but she would have thought that her suit would protect her from minor injuries..

“Here.”

It takes her a second for her eyes to adjust to see the ice pack in front of her. She looks up to see Trini, her hips cocked and her face looking over to one of the walls of the ship. Kimberly feels a smile tug at the corners of her lips, nonetheless, and she almost can’t help but feel the small chuckle that seems to makes it’s way up her throat. She controls herself, though, and simply takes the offered ice, ignoring the soft look in green eyes.

“Thanks,” Kimberly says, and while she had been meaning to say something else, she’s taken by surprise when Trini grabs one of the chairs around them and then gently lifts her ankle onto it. Kimberly can’t keep her eyes off of the other girl and simply watches with amusement and a small ounce of confusion as the other girl grabs the ice pack out of her hand and places it on her ankle.

“It’s just a sprain.” Trini says, her eyes still fixed on the other girl’s swollen ankle, rotating it every few seconds as she inspected it, ignoring the few hisses that escaped Kimberly. She realized Trini was somehow trying to show that she cared, but the pain was enough to distract her from actually thinking about the fact that Trini wasn’t acting like Trini - which was fine, but she also liked the grumpy side too; there was something about it that made the other girl more intriguing.

“Could you get me some water?” Kimberly asks desperately, sighing a breath of relief when Trini simply nods her head and storms off. She relaxes against the back of her chair and lets her head fall back, exhaustion weighing on her shoulders as she wonders why Trini cares so much.

Trini never really made it a point to help out with Zack or Billy, and if she did it was always with an eye roll and a look of annoyance, so she doesn’t understand why she was giving her so much attention. It felt nice, though, that much she would admit.

Trini comes back with a water bottle in hand and worry etched on her face. Kimberly sits up because maybe something happened in the few seconds Trini had stepped away.

“Is everything okay? Did something happened?” She asks, her heart racing in her chest as her adrenaline rose, her eyes following the other girl as she grabbed a chair and rolled it next to hers.

“What?” Trini asked, her face not masking her confusion, “no - why? Are you feeling alright? Do you need me to take you home? Or do you need food?”

“I-” Kimberly begins, but the words die on her tongue as she keeps her mouth opened, cocking her head to the side in confusion. Maybe she hit her head too? Because she’s sure she’s seeing things. Could Trini actually be worried about her?

Kimberly just watches as Trini leans closer and cups her face, green eyes staring at her with much intensity. There’s a shiver that threatens to course through her body as she feels Trini brush her thumbs along her cheeks, the warm touch making her heart beat harshly against her chest and her stomach to flutter. It’s awkward because she doesn’t what to do with herself, doesn’t know how to take the fact that she just really wants to kiss the other girl, so she clears her voice and forces a smile on her face.

“I think it’s time for me to go home.” Kimberly says, not sure what to do with herself, her hands fidgeting with her pants as she tries to look at anywhere else other than Trini.

“I think I should take you home.” Trini offers, her cheeks flushing a little, but it’s not like Kimberly could tell, the other girl’s tan skin was flawless.

“I’ll be fine Trini.” Kimberly says, reaching out to grab at one of Trini’s hand and squeezing it softly. 

“Come on, lemme take you home,” Trini says, completely ignoring the other girl, smirking when Kimberly simply rolls her eyes.

Kimberly stands with little difficulty and her ankle doesn’t feel that bad anymore, but she lets Trini wrap one of her arms over her shoulder and limps next to her. Kimberly tries to think about everything that doesn’t have to do about the way her heart seems to be racing in her chest or the way her palms go clammy or the way her stomach coils every time she feels Trini brush against her.

So maybe she had to see the soft side of Trini to realize that she might have a crush on the girl. It’s just her luck…

dramaticanexit  asked:

Hi, I'm working on a historical fiction set during WW2, and at one point I'll be reaching an assassination (it's a hypothetical book, though, in real life, he died 8 days later). Do you have any ideas on how to keep people feel tense?

Thanks for your question :)  I love historical fiction, so I’m really excited for you and your story!


Creating and Maintaining Tension

Tension in fiction is a vital part of keeping your page-turner… page-turning.  The only reason your reader still has the book open is in the anticipation of something happening – and when you heighten your level of tension, this anticipation is increased.  It’s like the electricity that keeps a movie projector running.  If it runs out, your story is cut off before the audience even finishes.

While there should always be some level of tension and conflict running in your story, there are instances (e.g. your assassination plot) that require extra intensity.  There are many popular methods of creating tension, some of which you’ll recognize as commonly used in episodic TV to make sure viewers keep up with each episode of a show.  Here are some of my favorites…


1. Foreshadowing

The beauty of tension lies in the moments before the Major Event takes place – so when you’ve got an assassination coming, place your first focus on the chapters leading up to it.  Foreshadowing is a powerful tool as long as it is used sparingly, and gently.  It should not be too obvious – e.g. “I fear something terrible will happen tomorrow,” “It felt as if it were the last time I would ever see him again,” and alike.  This sort of foreshadowing can feel forced; rather than creating tension, it diminishes it.

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There is a kind of foreshadowing that I prefer, though.  I think of it as reverse-foreshadowing, because rather than a character/narrator hinting at bad things coming, there is an expectation of good things.  For example:

Imagine a scene between a man and his daughter, who have been estranged for many years.  The man is terminally ill, but he and his daughter have the first happy evening together in a long time.  Unbeknownst to them, the father will die in the next chapter.  You could foreshadow this by eluding to the fact that while they’re both having a good time, they know that this may be their last night together.  OR you could have the father begin to believe that he could fix his relationship with the daughter – to think that he might have enough time to change his ways.  In saying this, you create stakes; you create a reason to hope that the man won’t die, yet also the fear that he won’t have the time he needs.  This can prove more effective than the first idea.


2. Repetition

Another method of increasing tension involves the repetition of key words, mirrored situations, or other motifs related to the Major Event coming.  An example of key-word repetition would be to take a specific term (e.g. “Hail Hydra”) and use it in many instances throughout the story, so that when the reader lays eyes on the word/s, there is a familiar sense of fear.  Mirrored situations could work on your characters’ or reader’s superstitions or fears (e.g. the narrator taking note of a certain look in the eyes of their violent mother, and then, years later, recognizing the look in her boyfriend’s eyes one night).  Using strong imagery in repetition can provide intensity in a powerful way.

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3. Withheld Information

This one is my favorite, because it works in so many different areas of the story.  One surefire way to create tension = reveal as little as possible, as slowly as possible.  Give your characters one strong hook, one reason to hang on, and keep everything else close to your chest.  Specifically:

Don’t reveal your villain’s plans – just reveal that they have plans, and that they may be related to the person you wind up killing off.  As long as they know something is going to happen, they’ll stick it out to see just what it is.

Don’t let the events transpire all at once.  When you know you’ve got readers hooked, switch over to another plot/situation.  Milk it as long as you can; make them wait for the Big Thing while entertaining them with other Little Things.  It’ll frustrate the hell out of them, and they’ll love it anyway.

Don’t end chapters at their natural ending.  Instead, cut things off in the middle!  Tease readers with uncertainty.  In reality, people don’t know what’s going to happen next – that’s why reality can be much more frightening and intense than fiction.  Life isn’t easy to predict because it doesn’t always reach resolution when we want it to.  Channel that into your writing and the idea of an assassination becomes much more effective.

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Those are just to name a few, and I actually have a lot more to say on this topic, so I might make another post later on.  I hope this helped!  If you have any further questions, be sure to hit me up :)  Happy writing!


If you need advice on general writing or NaNoWriMo, you should maybe ask me!

(From your resident sap, an unbelievably fluffy piece from an unbelievably fluffy conversation with the unbelievably lovely @eggos-and-promises)

El lies awake for hours, watching her ceiling fan spin around and around before finally reaching for the supercomm on her nightstand and turning it to Mike’s channel. She swallows nervously as the static crackles. It’s not a nightmare she’s waking him up for…but she HAS to say SOMETHING.
“Mike?” she whispers into the speaker.
Almost instantaneously, he responds.
“El?”
She can hear the sleep heavy in his voice and her stomach twists with guilt.
“I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“Nonono, El, it’s all right. You didn’t wake me up,” he says through an unsuccessfully stifled yawn. “What did you need? Are you okay?”
Is she okay? Of course. She’s talking to him. That’s why she called. That’s why she was lying awake for all those hours.
That’s why all of a sudden, she doesn’t know what to say.
“El?”
“Yes,” she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. “I’m okay.” She thought she’d finally figured out how to say it. But now the worries are back, the worries that tell her maybe she shouldn’t. That it’s silly. That it’s not something she SHOULD say, that it’s only for people like Joyce and Hopper and Nancy and Jonathan.
The static crackles. “Are you sure?” Concern now tinges Mike’s voice and she can picture his face with the tiny frown he always wears when he’s worrying. She never likes him to worry, but something about it makes her heart feel funny, like it’s expanding. She feels that way around Joyce and Hopper and Jonathan and Will whenever they tell her they love her and whenever she tells them she loves them too. But she also feels like that around Mike. Whenever she is around him. Or even when she just thinks about him. And she feels dizzy. Or as if she is wearing all of her jackets at once, even if she’s only in her pajamas.  
Is that still love? It’s what she’s been thinking about all night: she likes being around him. He makes her happy. Isn’t that love? She’s decided she has to tell him, before all the words slip away from her again.
“I’m sure,” she finally responds.
He sighs, relieved. “Okay, good.”
She hears the smile in his voice and her heart expands again. So she takes a deep breath.
“I love you, Mike.”
Silence.
And more silence.
And more silence.
Oh no.
She’d been wrong. She shouldn’t have said anything. Words never came out the right way for her, and now they’d come out all wrong again. A lump grows in her throat as she realizes she doesn’t even know what else to say, even to try and fix it. The silence just pounds in her ears, making her eyes water.
She is just about to put the supercomm back on the nightstand and crawl deep under the covers where she will never have to talk to anyone again when the supercomm crackles back to life.
“I love you, too, El!”
His voice sounds strange, higher and faster and like he’s whispering and yelling at the same time, but it’s MIKE’S VOICE saying THOSE WORDS and that makes her happier than anything.
(If only she had known that the only reason he hadn’t answered right away had been because he’d fallen off his bed in shock and lain motionless on the floor, staring in disbelief at the ceiling. Had she known that, she might have been spared those awful minutes of sadness and worry and doubt.)

The next morning is Saturday and Hopper drops El off at Mike’s house as usual for breakfast. Mike answers the door and before she can say a word, he pulls her into the tightest hug he’s ever given her, one that she tries to return just as tightly.
Mrs. Wheeler pokes her head around the corner to tell them the pancakes are ready, and they break apart (although their hands remain clasped), and the smile on Mike’s face is so big, El’s already huge smile only gets bigger.
When it’s time to go home, and she’s putting on her jacket by the door, Mike suddenly jumps and pulls her away by the hand he’s been holding all day, saying she’s forgotten something in the basement.
When they get there, Mike takes her other hand, takes a deep breath and says in a rush,
“IloveyouEl, IknowIsaiditlastnightbutIwantedtotellyouinperson, too.”
And even though she’s only put on one jacket, it might as well be four. She smiles down at their intertwined hands and then back up at his red smiling face.
“I love you, too.”
They both let out a breath they didn’t know they’d been holding that turns into giggles and then into another tight hug.
They run back up the stairs and to the front door, where both of them have the same idea: to quickly kiss the other on the cheek. Neither of them make it because as El turns around and Mike leans in, their lips meet instead and they spring back, surprised (though definitely not unhappy, if their grins and rosy cheeks are any indicator).
There’s the dizzy feeling again and she’s sure that’s why the only soft words that come out of her mouth are “A kiss.”
Mike’s grin only becomes more sheepish and he glances down at the floor. El turns to leave, and as she steps outside, she whispers one last, “Love you, Mike,” before shutting the door gently behind her.
(Which means that she doesn’t see Mike calmly walk upstairs to his bedroom, where he collapses on the bed and muffles his disbelieving jubilant squeaks into his pillow.)
When Hopper sees her ear-to-ear smile and rosy cheeks, all he asks is, “Huh, good day, kid?”
“Very good,” she says with a giddy nod as she feels her heart expand for the millionth time that day. She knows it won’t be the last.

friendship da(y)te

summary: au where simon and baz are best friends and friendship day comes around. okay, i promise it’s not that lame,, please read my fic

word count: 1.4k

this is for @carryon-valentines day 1: friendship day

i’m sorry i might’ve made it less friend and more SHIP but yeah



SIMON

“BAZ!” I yell as soon as I spot his tall, lean figure heading towards me. “Happy Friendship Day!”

I run towards him and envelope him in a bone-crushing hug.

“You too, Snow!”

His arms come up around my waist and we just stand there. Holding each other. Like we’ve done so many times before. Not romantically.

But I wish it were.

Romantic, I mean.

It’s been this way for months now, since I figured it out. That I liked Baz. He’s my best friend, he’s been my best friend for years, and I know everything about him. Only later I realized that my obsession with him was not just because of our strong friendship.

It was because of his deep, grey eyes and how they twinkle when he smiles.

It was because of his silky, soft hair that falls in perfect waves- framing his face (really, everything about him is a piece of art.)

It was because of making him play the violin not just because he’s brilliant, but also so that I could watch him focus while his eyes are shut.

Yeah, I’m obsessed. And I don’t even know how to tell him because…

What if he takes it badly?

It might fuck up our friendship.

And there’s no way in hell that I’m taking that chance.

BAZ

I can see his mop of bronze curls from a mile away, and I can recognize them within seconds. Because I’m whipped. He hugs me as soon as he sees me, and I hold him there, just like I do all the time. I rest my head on his, and I breath in his smoky, refreshing scent that’s all too familiar by now. I don’t think he knows that I love him, and I don’t think he realizes how much it pains me to celebrate “Friendship Day” with him, because honestly. Enough of this friendship thing. I’m pretty sure I fell for him two days after we met, but he’s a moron and he’s straight. So. I just wallow in my misery everyday. We have only a few minutes here anyway; he has to go to his classes (astrophysics- his first class on Tuesday mornings) (it is sad that I know that) and I have to go for mine- History (honestly a really boring subject- I happen to know everything already since I studied it during the vacation.) We’ll meet again at lunch for an hour and a half, and then if he decides to come over, then maybe longer. But that’s it. Nothing special to look forward to.

“Baz, how about dinner today?” he asks.

“Sure. As a Friendship Day thing?”

“As a date, I guess.”

I pray that I’m not blushing. He says it so plainly. It can’t possibly mean more that being just a get-together in the name of our friendship.

But I guess I do have something to look forward to.

 

SIMON

 

Did I just say that? Oh my god.

As soon as Baz turns away, I’m pretty sure I’m red enough to stop traffic. I rush to class, worried about just about everything that could possibly go wrong. I float through the day, until it’s lunch, where I finally see Baz again.

He starts conversation immediately-

“So, what, for our dinner do you want me to wear a suit?”

He says it sarcastically, and obviously I know he’s being sarcastic, but it would be great to see him in a suit.

So I say, “Sure, if you want to.”

He cocks his head towards me. “Okay. I’ll wear a suit if you do.”

If it means seeing Baz in a suit, then yes I’m wearing a suit.

“Deal”

Fifteen minutes before I have to get there, I start searching for suits, and simultaneously realize how my time management skills are equivalent to those of a coconut. I have none.

After three minutes of frantic searching, I find a grey suit that looks about my size and that’ll have to do because honestly, I’m having a bit of a time crisis here. I head to the bathroom and hastily get dressed, and then I rush to the restaurant where I’m should’ve reached ten minutes ago.

BAZ

I happen to have an entire collection of suits because of our family dinners. So I just went through them and chose a dark, black one. Typical.

I left the house giving myself twenty minutes to get there. We’re going to a relatively fancy restaurant so we don’t look too out of place with our outfits. I reach there five minutes before time, and I’m pretty sure I’ve reached before Simon. He’s late all the time anyway, so it’s no surprise. And I like the idea of being here before him so I can take some time to take in the surroundings, and so that I can choose a nice place to sit- preferably in the corner, so Simon and I can talk in peace.

Why does our little friendship day outing feel like a date?

Simon walks in ten minutes later, his eyes searching. I wave to him, and he heads towards me. Are his pupils a little blown or is that just me?

It’s probably just me.

He’s wearing a grey suit, and it’s sitting on his shoulders perfectly, outlining him and somehow not looking too tight. His hair is messy and tousled, as it is all the time, and his eyes are like shining wells of clear water reflecting the brilliant blue sky above. It’s overwhelming.

He looks stunning.

SIMON

I look at Baz, and I just can’t stop looking.

Because shit.

He’s beautiful.

In a black suit that compliments his lean, muscular features and his grey eyes (that look bright now, because of his dark clothing) perfectly. I think it’s too much for me to take. I just really want to kiss him. He’s sitting in front of me, and even though we’re talking about what food we’re about to order, I’m just thinking about his lips. And how they move when he talks to me. And how they would taste if I, you know, hypothetically of course, kissed him.

This really does feel like a date. He insists on paying. And that leaves me feeling like I should give him something in return.

How about a kiss? My mind nags. I force it to shut up.

But it doesn’t stop.

BAZ

We walk out of the restaurant, and it’s dark.

He asks me if I want to stay over, and obviously, I don’t deny.

We’re walking alone to his place.

It’s dark.

And I want to kiss him.

“Baz…” Simon says.

I stop and turn to him.

His eyes are bright with some kind of unidentifiable fire.

SIMON

 

Okay, fuck it. I’ve had enough. I need Baz’s lips on mine.

“You know what?” I say, “I didn’t give you anything for friendship day.”

I take a step closer, and I can only hope that his expression is a reflection of my own.

“I mean…” I go on, “You gave me that dinner.”

A step forward.

“So thank you for that.”

And another.

“And now…I want to give you…”

BAZ

 

He’s so close, so close.

And then he kisses me.

His lips are on mine, moving, and hot.

My arms move slide up around his back, and he pushes me.

SIMON

 

Baz is kissing me back.

It’s unbelievable.

His lips are magical. Just what I expected.

It’s hot and it’s cold at the same time.

And I’m kissing Baz.

BAZ

 

He isn’t stopping.

And honestly, I’m glad.

Simon Snow is kissing me.

I’m kissing Simon Snow.

My best friend.

My love.

SIMON

The moment stretches and the kiss feels much longer than it actually is. It’s not like I’m keeping track of anything.

I’m way past rational thought.

The sparks I feel running through my veins and the tingles I feel every time I make contact with Baz’s skin seem imaginary and all too real, at the same time.

Let’s never stop this.

BAZ

 

Okay, firstly, Simon is gay. Or bisexual. Whatever it is, it’s an actual blessing.

Secondly, Simon is so good at this kissing thing?

His arms, his jaw, his tongue.

They all seem to exactly what they’re doing.

I, on the other hand, have my mouth jammed against his; my arms are tracing random patterns on his back. It all worries me, really. What if I’m not good enough? I’m probably shit, considering my experience with this stuff.

But Simon is smiling against my mouth.

And Simon is sighing and saying my name.

Maybe…maybe I’m doing okay.

 

SIMON

 

I pull away, reluctantly.

It takes so much effort.

“Let’s go home?”

Baz sighs, nods, and takes my hand.

It is a happy friendship day indeed.

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"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now." Hunk and sick or injured Lance?

BLESS YOU

this gets…..a tiny bit gruesome. it isn’t graphic, but there is a very brief description of a compound fracture and vomit. 


When his phone starts ringing and Lance’s picture fills the screen, Hunk thinks it’s probably because he’s picking up takeout and wants to know if Hunk would prefer egg rolls or fried rice, or something along those lines. It’s getting late and Lance hasn’t gotten in touch with him since this morning before classes, and even though he figured his roommate had probably been at Keith’s, he’d been getting a little worried that Lance hadn’t so much as texted to let him know when he’d be home. 

Hunk perks up a little and sets aside his textbook and pencil. “Hang on a second, Pidge. Lance is calling.”

In the Skype window on his laptop monitor, Pidge throws their head back and groans. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna ditch me for Lance. We still have four problems left.”

“I think he just wants my takeout order. It won’t take long, just wait for a minute.”

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Nurseydex "quit it or I'll bite" ? Pls and thx xx

Here you go, lovely! You’re beautiful and your hair looks especially good today. I hope you enjoy, and have a great day.


The best things about playing hockey with your boyfriend:

1) the chemistry. Dex always knew where Nursey was. Nursey always knew where Dex was. They had a bond that was undeniable

2) all the time they got to spend together. If Dex were dating anyone else, between classes and hockey, he wouldn’t get to spend nearly as much time as he did with Nursey, who he shared practices and roadies with.They understood the stresses of each others’ schedules because they were the same.

3) having someone there when he got hurt. Hockey was violent, injury was expected. That didn’t make it any easier. Having someone there to help you did help, though.

At least, that was what Dex expected. His concussion wasn’t bad. He didn’t necessarily need help, but that little part inside of him who still begged for mommy when he got a cold was happy with the idea of Nursey taking care of him through it.

As it turned out, though, Nursey’s bedside manner left a lot to be desired, in the exact opposite way Dex expected. If anything, Dex thought that Nursey would be too aloof, dismissive of Dex’s requests. Maybe that Nursey would use them as ammo for chirps.

But no. Nursey hovered. He was constantly there, always looking for something else to do, some way to ‘help’ Dex. And, yeah, one of the things Dex liked about playing hockey with Nursey was the time they got to spend together, but there was also such a thing as too much time together. For nearly a week straight after his injury, they were practically attached at the hip.

The worst thing, though, wasn’t the hovering. It wasn’t the weird pain diary Nursey was forcing him to keep. It wasn’t even the constant arguments about whether or not Dex could go to class by himself. No, the worst was Nursey’s obsession with feeding Dex.

It made a sort of sense for Nursey to feed him when Dex still saw fireworks behind his eyes anytime he tried to push himself too hard. But that wasn’t long, a couple days, at most. A week was pushing it, and driving Dex insane.

After a particularly tough day eight of his concussion, he just wanted to cuddle his boyfriend and watch a stupid movie without being force-fed whatever Nursey had in reach. He didn’t care what he had eaten that day, he wasn’t counting his calories, but apparently Nursey did and was. Nursey kept trying to shove those disgusting gummy candies Nursey loved so much in his mouth.

“Nursey, stop.”

The only response was another slice of gummy pizza landing in his open mouth. Dex resisted the urge to spit it back at Nursey, who took that as acceptance that he wanted another. That one, Dex did spit out.

Nursey’s eyebrows shot up. “Eat the pizza, Dex.”

“No.”

Nursey rolled them so that he was crouched over Dex on the small dorm bed. He put on his best hockey face on, failing to look intimidating when his cheeks bulged a little with candy. Dex clamped his mouth shut, trying to defend himself against the gummies that Nursey was persistently trying to smoosh into it.

“Eat. The. Candy. Dex.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” Before he could respond, Dex added, “Not in the fun way. In the painful way.”

Dex snapped at his fingers to prove his point. With a sigh, Nursey relented, but there was something more to it. He seemed to wilt a little, resting back on his heels, though careful not to settle too much weight on Dex’s thighs or knees.

Nursey dumped all the candies on Dex’s bedside table. With his now free hand, he carefully cradled Dex’s face, thumb brushing his cheekbones, the place Dex knew was a nasty yellow color from where he hit the boards.

Dex realized that, for the first time, Nursey was actually reacting to his injuries. He wasn’t focused on how Dex was feeling, or what doctor’s orders were, or how to be the best boyfriend cum nursemaid he could be. Just that the person he loved was laying before him, injured.

His expression was heartbreaking.

That expression, the look in Nursey’s eye, said more than the man would ever say by himself. All the mothering Nursey was doing was just as much for his benefit, as Dex’s. Nursey was terrified of Dex being hurt the way he was. He was angry that he couldn’t have done anything on the ice to prevent it from happening. He was upset that his attempts to help were more annoyances than actual help.

With a sigh, Dex grabbed one of the fallen candies from his sheets and popped it in his mouth. It tasted plasticky and he hated it, just like he hated every other junk food his boyfriend made him eat the past week, but. But he could deal with it for a little while longer, if that’s what it took to make Nursey happy.

anonymous asked:

32. “Keep your eyes on me.” for andreil, please?

Hello, I have finally done this! Look at me actually doing things! :)

(Note: don’t be Andrew in this. The fish are trying to quit smoking; don’t enable them.)


Sometimes, Neil couldn’t quite think about his time on the run in a straightforward sort of way. It all twisted in on itself, becoming something summarized and nonlinear. There were posted signs all around it in Neil’s brain: Do not attempt to touch the memory lump; do not attempt to feed the memory lump.

So, when Matt asked, Neil really couldn’t say how long ago it had been that he’d been on a boat. Eight names. That was all he could say about it – eight names ago. How many years ago, how old he’d been, he couldn’t really say for sure.

Andrew would know. Andrew would be able to translate. But Andrew had disappeared for the moment, and Neil couldn’t very well say to Matt, “It was back when my name was Stefan.” So, Neil shrugged.

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White Piano

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: romance, fluff

TW: none

Word count: 637

So I was bored, and I wanted to write something, even just a drabble. This is one of two entries I’m doing for @phanny-fics writing competition (this is such a great idea and I miss reading imagine fics). This is my pure Dan imagine fluff piece. The other one will be a smut one idk will be about yet. I haven’t written anything in a couple of months, so I might be a bit rusty in my writing.

I blame Dan and that new white piano of his lol.

Music lilts throughout the spacious room, causing my eyelids to open in curiosity. It’s still dark, and I blink a few times in an attempt to clear the sleepiness in my head. Several feet away, I can make out a tall, dark silhouette sitting on a wooden bench where a new piano is occupying a chunk of space on the floor.

I don’t speak, content to continue listening to the piano player. Dan hasn’t been able to tear himself away from the piano since he and Phil moved into their new place. It’s an improvement from the piano at their former London flat, and Dan has an odd fondness for the instrument. Maybe it’s the different color, but whatever effect the piano is giving to Dan, I quite like it.

I get up from the bed and make my way over to where Dan is sitting. I drape my arms across his shoulders and press my face to the side of his neck. His playing falters slightly, though my presence doesn’t make him stop. About a minute passes before his fingers cease its movement.

“Did I bother you, love?”

I shake my head. “I liked it. How long have you been up?”

“An hour, I think.” He tilts his head so his cheek presses on my right left arm. “I’m still trying to get used to this.”

“I can tell.” Since we started dating, it’s once in a blue moon whenever I see Dan’s fingers within inches of piano keys. I can tell a small part of him is still affected by his childhood piano teacher. Who wouldn’t? Even some of my stricter teachers are nothing compared to that witch of a music tutor.

“Maybe she’s the reason you have pianophobia,” I’d lamely joke.

But his love for music is undeniable. Arthur the aardvark sparked an interest that never faded. Which is why I try to ease him into doing self-taught lessons (with the help of YouTube of course) so he could play piano equivalent to popular YouTube musicians. It worked for the most part. My encouragement and positive feedback hasn’t strayed him from his newfound motivation for the last few weeks.

“You can do it, you know. I’m no Beethoven, but you’re more competent at this than me.”

“Compared to Gerard Way? I suck.”

“Well, Gerard is a god, but so are you. Just believe in yourself and keep practicing. Before you know it, you’ll be in a packed stadium with fans chanting ‘Daniel, Daniel , Daniel.’”

“Whoa, let’s keep that dream for someone who isn’t doing YouTube for a living.”

“Right, because if you don’t, you’ll be living on the streets.”

He nods. “I’ll do it live on YouNow, maybe do some covers when I have time-”

“When you’re not procrastinating,” I add.

“When I’m not lazy,” he says with a snicker, “and just really do what I love.”

“That’s all your fans want.” I touch my lips to the side of his lips. “That’s all I could ever ask for.”

“That, and for me to wear my Wildcats jersey. I’m still saying no to that.”

“Oh come on! I love a good Troy Bolton.”

“(Y/N), that’s exactly why I won’t wear it again. If he was a real character, I’d be mocked for being a wannabe Troy.”

I pout. “I thought we were talking about your piano-playing. Why’d you have to bring that up?”

“The discussion was leading in that direction anyway.”

“We can have a full HSM rant later. I’m sleepy.”

“I’ll come with you to bed.”

We leave the piano and settle underneath his duvet. I rest my head on his chest, and he strokes my (H/C) strands.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you too, Beethoven.”

And to think, all it took was a white piano for this to happen.