oh my god i mean really


I can’t believe I’ve reached 1k followers on this sideblog!!! Just wow. Thank you so much to everyone who decided to follow me on this blog, it really means a lot. I created this blog 9 months ago and to think this many people have followed me since then is insane! You all are amazing, THANK YOU!

Oh my God, I found the information on Instagram and at first I thought it was a joke.

Holy hell it wasn’t, I’m very shocked and really and I mean REALLY disappointed. To make a character on the morals and rights such as Kenshin but then indulge in the wrong is so…puzzling.

I’m seriously very disappointed, and I hope–no I PRAY that the RK fandom will not be seen as a predatory fandom. We did not deserve such wrong. I’m severely hurt.

Guys we can support RK but not the creator, Watsuki isn’t us.

I can’t look at Watsuki the same. Never again.

We are not to be blamed because of what he did, we are not him, we are us. What Watsuki did is unforgivable, however we are not him, do not feel to be the blame, you are not to be blamed.

We are strong! We can work though this guys.

teddybear10ever  asked:

Hi! I love your blog and, how can you draw so perfect? Could you draw Connor Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen? Please answer my question and again, I love your blog.


Yeah so sorry i didn’t respond for ages (I sent you a message). Also tysm for your lovely compliments :o they really mean a lot. I hope this has been worth the wait?? (oh god sorrrrrrrrrrry)


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“And while we’re on the topic of things you can’t unknow and will…”


*gestures vaguely at the parts where I say things like “really hecking dangerous” and “oh my god I’m a nerd”*

Yeah. I’m super fucking serious. You should 100% hate this movie because they got this minor set dressing detail wrong.

I mean, everything I said about electrical safety is true. Knife switches really aren’t used because they are not safe, and switches are installed with up as on for safety reasons. 

But really, every time I post about electrical anachronisms in pop culture I take care to keep the tone light and humorous. In the past I have included phrases like “I’m being a pedant.” And someone always tells me afterward that I’m being a pedant like I don’t know. 

So I guess this is the big blog warning: Sometimes I talk about electrical anachronisms in pop culture on my blog. I do this because I’m an electrician and these things stand out BADLY to me, and I know full well no one else sees them.  Also where electrical safety is concerned, I think folks should know. Just in case or whatever. Plenty of people enjoy reading about this stuff (I know this because these posts are some of the most popular ones on my blog). If you don’t? Block me, I guess. I don’t care. 

anonymous asked:

Ok so I just finished reading Murderer's Maze, and I had only found out about it last week? since you started reblogging the edits and it's incredibly beautiful!, it honestly feels like reading a work of classical literature and then I saw your post that you were going to continue it and oh my god!! You have no idea how happy and in awe of your writing I am!!!!

Thank you so much for telling me! 

After a while no one was interested in Murderer’s Maze anymore so I lost interest to finish it. Yes, it has been planned as an original novel but I always wanted to finish it as a fanfic first so now that people encourage me I feel at least motivated enough to finish the next chapter.

Thank you, for taking the time and telling me you liked it. It really means a lot.


happy birthday to our dearest jungkook!
thank you for being you 

local pigeon steals hearts and $10,000 worth of government information

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?

This is embarrassing.

Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun. 

Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done. 

She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that. 


No she can’t.

She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door. 

It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again. 

And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.

He is going to kill her

“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news. 

“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”

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Epoch (m) a period of time in history or a person’s life, typically one marked by notable events or particular characteristics.

Words: 11.3k

Genre/Warnings: smut, language and angst

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary: When Namjoon breaks up with you, you’re left wondering what to do. Realizing you’ve been unhappy with your life, you go off to Hawaii. In Hawaii, you meet a cute desk clerk named Jungkook who saves your ass. (Based off of Forgetting Sarah Marshall)

You were waiting for your boyfriend, Namjoon, to come over. He had just gotten back from New York, where he had a few concerts. You worked with him, you were a lyric writer and producer. He had called you last night, saying, that he would be getting in early and wanted to see you.

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“Show me instead." 

i say this every time, but seriously… read @tyranttortoise‘s Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady. this latest chapter is one of only innumerable reasons why it is forever in my top favorite fics, period.

… and talk about seeing fireworks with a kiss. <333 honestly red is my eternal weakness, and i’m not even mad about it.

  • Kara Danvers: This Halloween I am looking for a costume that will really impress Lena. Can you help me Maggie?
  • Maggie Sawyer: Sure thing little Danvers. The answer is obvious. It's Halloween. The one night of the year when you can really show the goods without anybody getting on your case about it
  • Kara Danvers: Meaning...?
  • Maggie Sawyer: Go full slut. Impress the girl
  • Kara Danvers: Well she did mentioned that she was really into them when she was a teen. I guess it makes sense
  • [One Day later]
  • Maggie Sawyer: ...what the...are you...I said SLUT Kara SLUT not SLUG
  • Kara Danvers: But I spent all night working on it!
  • Maggie Sawyer: Just no Kara. No. I think I have some emergency clothes that I....
  • Lena Luthor: Kara!? Oh my god are you a Limax flavus!? Amazing. You even got the tentacles right. This is gorgeous!
  • Kara Danvers: Thank you Lena :) I really put a lot of effort in it!
  • Maggie Sawyer: .....wtf?
  • Interviewer #1: You're becoming like the sixth member of One Direction right now-
  • Shania Twain: Oh my god, that would be so great! I'd love to do that.
  • Interviewer #1: -because Harry Styles was just in an interview saying he would love- like he's a huge Shania fan!
  • Shania Twain: Ahh, He's- I mean, isn't he just an incredible singer? I love his voice.
  • Interviewer #2: I love his album too!
  • Shania Twain: -Yeah, no he's incredible. They're all just so different from each other, and I really appreciate what they're doing on their own as individuals. And, um, just being able to see the depth of their individual art and styles. So it's really great watching them grow now, you know, doing their own independent things. But I love both [Niall and Harry].

BEBE: Oh my god, Super Craig is such a babe.

BEBE: Mosquito who???

CLYDE: Don’t be mean I’m letting you answer questions.

BEBE: Sighhhhh, fine. I’ll make a list.

BEBE: Starting with #5? Wonder Tweek, of course!

BEBE: His outfit kinda really sucks, but he’s cute and he’s anxious so he gets a free pass.

CLYDE: His powers are really cool he can make storms and junk.

BEBE: Aw, even cuter!

BEBE: Next up is Toooolshedddddd!

BEBE: He’s super cute too, but his outfit is actually pretty good!

BEBE: Not cute, or anything I would ever wear, but it fits him!

BEBE: He’d be higher if he wasn’t with Wendy.

BEBE: Or, like. I think they broke up recently?

CLYDE: You know they’re getting back together.

BEBE: Oh yeah for sure, for sure.

BEBE: Callgirl’s outfit? A-maaaaazing~

CLYDE: I’ve always thought it looked sorta uncomfortable, I mean how does she move with that many phones taped onto her?

BEBE: Girls always find a way, trust me.

BEBE: And also her hair is super cute and her catchphrases are super clever.

CLYDE: Whaaaaat? They’re totally cheesy.

BEBE: Oh my god shut up no they aren’t.

CLYDE: …Jeez.

BEBE: What’s a super hero list without the ultra hot and super mysterious Mysterion?

CLYDE: Yeah he’s really cool.

BEBE: And super edgy, too! Just the way Bebe likes!

BEBE: Kinda wish he didn’t wear underwear over his outfit, it almost makes him look dumb.

BEBE: But that cape? <3 Capes totally save any super hero outfit!

CLYDE: Doesn’t The Coon have a cape?

BEBE: Ew gross don’t remind me.

CLYDE: Fair enough.

BEBE: And, obviously, the best, most handsomest and strongest of them all…

BEBE: Super Craig!

CLYDE: Hey! Where’s Mosquito?!

BEBE: I’d never put him on my list, I heard he’s super stinky and ugly!

CLYDE: Stop hurting my feelings!!! STOP!!! I am a sensitive buff and handsome man!

BEBE: Keep telling yourself that.

BEBE: But yeah he’s super strong and a total hunk, and he just doesn’t care at all and that’s the hottest part about him. Do want!


CLYDE: I could kick his ass.

BEBE: Oh my god, please do.

CLYDE: Wh- really?

BEBE: Yeah, doing your make-up is fun!

CLYDE: What does that have to dnOW HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!!!


BEBE: Oh my god give it a rest, Clyde.

CLYDE: OH I am so PEEVED if I wasn’t painting your nails I’d!!! !!!!


CLYDE: I don’t know but I am MAD!!! LIVID, EVEN!

BEBE: You’re cute when you’re mad! Keep it going!

CLYDE: >:O!!!



CLYDE: MY favorite super hero is Tupperware.

CLYDE: He’s a cyborg and way sexier and rugged than Super Craig could ever hope to be so beat THAT Bebe.

BEBE: He’d totally be on my list if his outfit wasn’t shit.


BEBE: Jeez, sorrrrrry! Didn’t know you were gay for Token!


CLYDE: Also you don’t know he’s Token!

CLYDE: He could be me!

BEBE: Tupperwear is black, hon.

BEBE: And you’re super white.



CLYDE: Next question!


      When it came to love, you never understood what all the fuss was about, truly, you didn’t. Not until you met Steve Harrington, that is, and the whole world just started making sense.


The first privilege came in arguably the most affectionate show of love – a kiss placed on your lips so early in the morning you never quite know whether you’re dreaming or awake. And it is the absolute sweetest because you are the first thing on Steve’s mind when he opens his eyes and the last one before he closes them.

Early birds chirp their cheery tunes at dawn and the sun slowly rises; bright rays peak through the closed curtains of your room and burn the side of your cheek in almost a loving way. Steve is the first to stir – naturally, he is much more sensitive to sudden changes in lighting and temperature – and once he pries one hazy sleep ridden eye open all he can make out is a blurry image of your white ceiling. He blinks a few times, inhales a few breaths that taste like your perfume before his senses finally flow back into him and he tilts his head to the side. His hair sticks to his face and he shoves it out his eyes; he sees you still deep in sleep and most likely dreaming. And he wastes no time to lay his hand on your waist, feel your hot skin burn his fingertips as a lazy smile blooms on his lips. This peace lasts a moment, or possibly much longer, after all it’s hard to tell time when most of the world is still sleeping. He leans in and captures your lips in a soft kiss – a kiss he gives you every morning because true to the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty, you can only be awoken by a true loves kiss. He tried other methods. Tickling. Calling your name. A dozen alarm clocks. Nothing got a reaction, except this one thing and he did not use it sparingly.

The vast skies of dreams cloud with reality as slowly you feel yourself sucked into a stuffy, hot room, with dewy sweat coating your skin and batches of hair tickling your cheeks. The senses alert  in one deep inhale and you grin immediately once you realize that Steve’s lips still rest on yours; a raspy giggle escapes you as you playfully smack his arm and he gradually, with one last peck on your cheek and a sweet and hoarse ‘Good morning…’ moves back to his pillow. Your hand finds his under the sheets, your fingers squeezing his as you hum.

Babe…” You whisper.


Not morning…”

“Morning. School.”



Hawkins Movie Theatre is your favorite spot to hang out and of course Steve knows this. After all, he took you here on your first date. So each time you stepped through those double doors felt like the first time holding his hand all over again.

Midnight séance. A horror movie with flashy imagery and more nudity than you expected plays on screen as teenagers that are legal and not sit in couples and whisper amongst themselves. You sink into the plush red seat and inhale the scent of popcorn, cola, and something frying. The sounds are loud and unpleasant and you have to refrain from cringing when the volume jumps just a bit too loud. Your eyes stay glued to the screen despite the urge to ogle your boyfriend – you know that once you glance at him you will be unable to look away.

His hand rests on your thigh. Naturally, shoulder hugs are only for starting lovebirds, but you still remember how he pulled the old ‘yawn-wrap-my-arm-around-your-shoulders-don’t-freak-out-please’ shtick on you and how you absolutely swooned. Suddenly memories appear more interesting than the movie and you drift away. Oh, what a rainy day it had been when he had asked you out, not all that smug and cool. Not like the rumors painted him to be at all. He caught you after school, after basketball practice, as you were leaving your club with a stack of books and flyers occupying the space in your hands. He had offered to carry some heavier books and you had smiled sweetly at him for it. Then, once you reached your locker, and as you put the clutter away he had asked you if you wanted to ‘Catch a movie sometime?’. Your first reaction was to raise a brow in confusion and mild amusement. When you saw that he was serious, and despite himself nervous, your cheeks bloomed red and a shaky ‘Yeah…I’d like that’ fell from your lips before you could even think about it.

Steve’s hand squeezes your thigh and you perk up. Meeting eyes with him you try to bite down the smile. Seems he got bored of the movie, too.


Your house had been turned upside down as you, in great anger, tried to explain what the hell had happened to one of your friends. And how no one was supposed to know about it.

Steve sat on your bed with a book in his hand – English literature, can’t say it’s his favorite – as you pace around the small space of your room with your hands up in the air repeating the same wild gestures as you fight to control the volume of your voice. With blushed cheeks and a permanent frown on your face, you suddenly halt and stare at him, “Can you believe it?!”

“No.” He says, turning a page, “How could she?” His voice tatters on the edge of genuine interest. Frankly, he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but if you want to vent he isn’t going to stop you.

“I know, right!?” You release a frustrated sigh and run a shaky hand through your hair; a moment of absolute silence passes and worried Steve glances up at you. Wide eyed, you state, “I don’t think I can be friends with her after this.”

You want his opinion. Dear God, you want his opinion. His advice is debatable in quality (Dustin, after all, didn’t get the girl despite Steve’s 100% proven technique) and to toss in his two cents in the beef that you have with your friend? This may potentially ruin your and hers friendship, or at the very least what’s left of it. Silently, he puts the book aside and motions for you to come closer. Sadly you walk over, and gently grasping your hand he pulls you into his lap. His head comes to rest on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist and you find a comfortable position to rest. A heavy sigh escapes your lips and he can’t help but frown. He doesn’t want to see you like this.

Hey…” He calls softly, his fingers hooking some loose strands of (color) hair over your ear, “Don’t be sad. I mean, I’m really not the best person to discuss girl troubles with, but like you said…She’s a bitch.”

You nod, “I know, but…But she’s my bitch, Steve.”

He thinks, “…Yeah. She’s your bitch.”

“I should call her.”

“Yep. You go do that.”


You love looking at pictures. Especially on rainy days when there is nothing better to do and the need for social interaction is on an all-time low. You suppose you like them so much because they are proof. Proof that something magical had happened.

Oh my God!” Your mother cries, her hands grasping the Polaroid camera as if her life depends on it, “Oh my God, (F/Name)! (F/Name) come here! Our little baby’s all grown up now!” Her voice cracks at the end and you can’t help but release an amused smile.

You share a look with Steve. He gives a shrug. The two of you stand together, his arm around your waist. Graduation. You wear your best dress, finest hairdo, and perfect smile. You are positive Steve put an extra hours’ worth of work into his hair today, and you have the sudden urge to run your finger through it, though the amount of self-control you have surprises even you.

Another flash lights up the room and flinch and squint your eyes to shield yourself from the sudden attack. This is possibly the sixteenth picture that had fallen to the floor with your mothers promise to ‘Pick it up later! Now pose!’. Not having the heart in you to refuse her, you straighten your back, smile to the camera, and pray that you don’t look half as uncomfortable as you feel. Steve leans in and you feel his breath brush your ear, “Do you think she’ll ever stop?”

“Smile and pretend like you’re having a good time, sweetie.”


The amount of records you have stocked up in your room makes Steve proud to call you his girl. The fact that the two of you share the same music taste is a huge plus, too.

…And your favorite song starts playing on the radio that goes in perfect tune with your laughing. Steve’s car suddenly turns into a dance floor – you squirm in your seat and do quick work to open the window to let the whole neighborhood hear your jam. The stars shape into fairy lights and street lamps flicker like at the disco on a Friday night. You close your eyes and inhale the scent of dewy grass as and wind and pollinated sleeping flowers. Summer is your favorite time of year, and no matter what hour you decide to sneak out the house you always find yourself in a permanent state of daze and awe. Last remnants of heat tickle your cheeks and you flash your eyes open, look at Steve and he shares your brilliant smile.

You hold your choice of beer up to his face, “Sippy!” You demand. He gives you a dismissive laugh, his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he continues to drive around.

“I can’t—“ But before he can finish you turn up the volume and demand again.


“I’ll have to park the car!” He warns. You shake your head, “We’ll have to walk a mile home!”

“Don’t care! Sippy!”

a/n: edited this at 3am lmao don’t @ me if u find mistakes orz

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Bts Reactions: Their Reaction To Their S/O Wanting Sex In The Dorm ~Naughty November~


Jimin wouldn’t be too keen on having sex in the middle of the crowded dorm, he knew you got loud and he knew once the others knew the two of you were fucking they’d never let him live it done so he was always teetering but it always most likely ended up with him dicking you down real good.

“Jiminnie,” You cooed, swinging a leg over his lap, settling down on his thighs.

“What princess?” By the look in your eyes, he could already tell what you wanted and he smiled, throwing his head back against the headboard.

“I need you!” You pouted, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, your other hand moving up his shirt. “I need you so bad Jiminnie.” Jimin hissed, pursing his lips together. His eyes fell to your hand that had moved from under his shirt to his crotch. You begin to gently massage his growing cock, eyes finding his.

“Baby! The others are here!” He weakly protests but makes no actual effort to stop you from sliding your hands under the hem of his pants, hand finding his growing cock. You kink a brow as you begin to stroke him, raking your teeth over your bottom lip. “I wouldn’t want them to hear you.” He whimpers, bucking his hips into your touch. “We both know how loud you get,” He’s still trying to hold the upper hand but to no advantage, with his cock in your hand he was putty in your hands…get it?

“I’ll be quick Minnie, I just need you to fuck me so bad,” You further explain, pulling his cock out of his sweats, lifting your skirt. You run the tip of his cock along your slit and sink down onto him without another word. Jimin’s jaw drops and his eyes fluttered closed. You chuckle, circling your hips, walls clenching around him. “Look who can’t control themselves.” You tease, picking yourself up and dropping onto him again. This action causes him to softly moan, “Now Minnie I’m going to need you to be quiet.”


You always decided you wanted Taehyung at the worse times or vice versa. Without the two of you even realizing it, it had become some sort of game, who could get the other to fold in the worse of situations and you were up to bat.

“Taehyung,” You mewled into his ear, arms wrapped around his mid-section. You were turned away from the t.v, straddling his lap. The two of you were currently cuddled on the love seat, the other members littering the living laid on other pieces of furniture. Taehyung was trying to focus on the movie but it was nearly impossible with you whispering in his ear and grinding into his lap. “Taehyung how about we ditch the movie and we go back to your room so you can fuck me?!” You licked the shell of his ear, smirking against it when you felt him shudder beneath you, his hips lifting to meet yours. “I’ll even settle for your fingers, or your mouth, I just really need you Tae.” Your head drops to the crook of his neck and you pick a random patch of skin to latch onto, harshly sucking at it. Taehyung’s eyes widen and he bucks his hips into you again, his growing bulge brushing against your core once more. He lets out a soft moan, and you smile, whispering for him to be quiet. “You wouldn’t want the others to know what we were doing would you?”

“N-no,” He grunts, hands finding your hips, pinning you against him. He gently begins to move you along his bulge, letting out soft whimpers into the crook of your neck.

“Come on Tae, let’s go back to the room. Where you can fuck me and be as loud as you want, I don’t even care. I just need you to fuck me Taehyung, please, I just need your cock so fucking bad.”

“Okay,” He caves, “Stand up, stand up,” You stand up and look around the room, everyone’s head turning toward you, wondering what you were doing up. Taehyung stands up behind you, grabbing your hand. “We’re going to go…” Taehyung started, pulling you toward his room. “We’re going to go and we’re going to…well we’re going to…yeah, we’re just going to go,” He sighs after failing to come up with a valid excuse, pulling you back toward his room.

“They’re going to fuck,” Namjoon laughed, everyone’s head turning back toward the t.v, continuing on with their movie night.


Cocky. That’s the only way, to sum up, his attitude. It was so rare when you begged for him and not vice versa it would make his knees buckle and he wouldn’t be able to wipe that stupid ass smirk off his face.

“Jungkook-ah!” You gasped as his fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of your ass. Jungkook smirked at the reaction, using his other hand to knead both your cheeks. You looked up at him, resting your chin on his left pec.  "Why are you smirking so widely?“ He wagged his brows and slapped your ass, his cock twitching at the way you yelped.

"Were you just begging for me?” You fought hard to not giggle, his cheeks starting to hurt from the struggle.

“What?” You lifted your head, deciding to sit up, sitting back on his thighs.

“I mean, that last bit…it sounded like you were begging for me.” Your eyes flickered from his down to his crotch, noticing the tent in his sweats.

“Oh my god Jungkook, I was just kidding!” You had been repeating something from an Army, reading it in a high pitched, whining way. The tweet read, ‘Oh please Jungkook oppa, fuck me!’. “Do you really not pay any attention to me?” You swatted at his chest, playfully rolling your eyes.

“I was, I was just hoping-” You watch his face fall, his cocky demeanor fading away. You take his hands as they had dropped from your ass as you explained everything to him.

“Is that what you want Kookie? Do you want me to beg for you?” You bit your lip, eyes finding his, succeeding in shifting the mood to a sexier one. He nodded, looking up at you with doe eyes. You lift yourself up and sit on the tent in his sweats, his back arching at the contact. “I guess I can do that.” Your hands leave Jungkook’s and he begins to knead your ass again, waiting. “Kookie,” You hum, rolling your hips down onto him. “I need you Kookie,” He goes to protest but you shut him up as you continue,“I’ve been dying to be filled with your cock all day. It’s been the only thing I’ve been able to think about since we left the house. You wearing those sweatpants didn’t help the cause, I literally wanted to drop to my knees then and there and suck your dick in the middle of the ice cream parlor.” Jungkook smirks, his usual cockiness filling him once again.

“I can’t fuck you right now princess, the others are here…” He was of course just being coy, he had all intentions to fuck you after this and see how much more he could make you beg for him.

“I know but I need you oppa,” You raised your voice on the last word, crossing your arms and that was the icing on the cake for him. Jungkook couldn’t bear another second, and you would’ve laughed at the fact if he hadn’t had flipped you over onto your back, knocking the wind out your lungs.

“Oppa needs you too princess. Oppa needs you too.”

bleusarcelle  asked:

Oh oh oh oh!!!! For the prompt. How about a Klance video call where Lance is telling Keith all of their shows and Keith is like quiet but with a smile enjoying Lance's RAMBLING and they have a soft moment of.... Hey you are missed, u know that right? Kdksksksksikss idk.

HOLY SHIT YES. Yes i love this. Thank you Bleu for this premium suggestion

Keith’s fingers hover over the call button. He’s been doing this now every night for a week. Why is he nervous? Why can’t he summon the courage to just hit the damn button?

Just call him. Just call him. Just call him! 

He reprimands himself. His hands tremble and he sits down on his bed. 

What if he’s mad at me? What if they’ve moved on? Maybe it’s better if I stay quiet…

Keith sighs and goes to put his communicator anyway in his pocket. Just like he always does. The ship around him is silent. It’s always silent. His room is cold. 

In his gloved hands, his finger slips and his communicator screen lights up.

“Shit! Shitshitshitshit…” He grapples with the device, but before he can hang up, the ringing has stopped. A chipper voice rings out and he’s staring into familiar eyes.

“Keith?!” Lance answers. His eyes search Keith’s face and his surroundings. “Are you ok? Do you need…?”

“What? No, no, I’m fine, Lance. I’m ok.” Keith shushes. He can’t help the small smile that pulls on the corner of his lips. “I’m fine.”

“Oh thank god.” Lance sighs and rolls back on his bed. He closes his eyes. His heart still thunders in his chest. 

“You that worried about me?”

“More like I’m comfortable and didn’t want to go on a mission right now.” Lance smirks and chuckles quietly. Keith rolls his eyes. 

“So why’d you call anyway?”

This question trips Keith up. He hopes that Lance can’t see the blush that rises to his cheeks. That he doesn’t notice the way he fidgets with his hood. 

“Uh, I guess I just wanted to check in and see…” His voice trembles.

“Did you miss me?” Lance grins.

“No!” Keith snaps. Lance laughs.

“I… I dunno… I just….”

Lance hears the uncertainty in his voice. He watches Keith’s eyebrows crinkle together in frustration. Lance’s smile falters and his expression falls into one of gentle concern.

“Do you want me to tell you what the team’s been up to?” He offers. 

Keith sighs. He’s grateful for the change of subject and nods.

“Well we’ve made contact with the rebels and have been working together on some stuff. And oh my god, Keith, Keith you will not believe…” Lance sits up and excitedly talks to his communicator. 

“Keith, I swear to god, One of their captains is a dog!”

“Wait what?”

“I’m serious! One of their captains, she’s really cool by the way, she’s a straight up dog that walks around on two legs and talks and and… did you ever see Disney’s Robin Hood with the foxes?”

Keith blinks. Lance is going a mile a minute and it’s hard to keep up.

“Uh yeah?”

“It’s exactly like that! She looks like a character from that movie and everyone else is totally fine with it and isn’t even mentioning it, all the while I am freaking out because there is a race of goddamn space dogs.”

Keith laughs. A familiar warmth flickers in his chest.

“Oh! Oh! Sorry I totally forgot! We found Matt! Well Pidge did, but that’s besides the point…”

“Whoa what? You found…?”

“Yeah Pidge found her brother! He was with the rebels and she tracked him down! And now he hangs out with us and Pidge is just so happy. And Hunk has someone new to talk about nerdy stuff with. He seems cool, even if a bit delusional. He definitely has a thing for Allura and, oh man, that poor boy does not stand a chance.”

“Wow that’s … I can’t believe…” Keith sighs.

“Have you seen our shows?!” Lance beams into the camera. Again Keith is caught off guard. It takes him a moment to interpret what Lance just asked him.

“Oh!” His expression melts into a teasing smirk. “Oh… Oh I know about them. You’re quite the actor, Lance.”

“What can I say? I’m a natural.” Lance brushes his hair back and shoots a finger gun straight towards Keith.

“But they’re so much fun, dude. Like I just get such a rush from all the cheering you know? Like it’s been really amazing to inspire people and talk to fans directly. And the coalition is stronger than ever! 

Shiro’s been such a good sport about all this. Like I can tell he’s uncomfortable? But he really throws himself into it, and the fans all love him. Well of course they would, he’s Shiro. Oh! And you should see the way little girls all run up to Allura afterwards. She uses your name in the script, but these kids aren’t fooled.”

Lance continues to rant about their antics. About how they rehearse, and Lance had a fair bit of input to his choreography. About how it all ended with them actually fighting a monster in an arena, and Allura doing the sweetest backwards flip kick Lance has ever seen.

A lump forms in Keith’s throat.

“I think I needed a different outfit for my rope routine. The armour was a bit clunky, and you know… I should really give the fans what they want.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry I missed it. You’ll have to give me a private show sometime.” Keith smiles.

Lance looks at him in shock. A blush rushes to his ears and his mouth opens into a wild smile.

“Did you just…?!”

“Oh my god!” Keith yanks his hood over his face. He’s just realised what he may have implied.

“I didn’t mean…! God, Lance! Not like that!” He shouts, but he can’t help the giggles that burst from his chest. He can hear Lance’s laughter matching his own.

“Can you get me a cool Blade of Marmara outfit to do it in?” Lance chuckles. He sighs as he catches his breath.

“I don’t think I can just take one.”

“Shame. I really like them.” Lance chews his lip. “You look really cool.” 

Keith ignores the way that makes the ache in his chest throb. He shakes his head and tries to hide how flustered he feels with a laugh.

“It uh… it sounds like you guys are going really well.”

“Yeah.” Lance sighs. He brushes his hand through his hair. “We’re uh… we’re doing good stuff, but…”

A heavy silence falls between them. Lance feels the words on the tip of his tongue. He knows what he wants to say, but is suddenly embarrassed to say them. His relationship with Keith is precarious and he worries that his next word might send them over the edge. He swallows.

“But I really wish you were there.” His voice is hushed. He averts his eyes from the communicator. 

“We miss you Keith. I know you’re doing important work, and I know that you’re helping us by helping the blades, but we just…” He stammers. “I…I just…”

He accidentally meets Keith’s eyes. The reality that Keith is on the other side of the galaxy hits him like a crashing wave. 

“I’ll never replace you. We’re a team.” His breath shudders.

“Lance, I…”

“Please come home.” Lance presses his eyes closed. “We all worry. And Red asks about you and, and…” His fingers grip at his jacket. “Don’t stay gone forever. … okay?”

 Keith sighs. His eyes begin to sting and he can feel his resolve crumbling. He briefly thinks about where the pods on his current ship are located before he pushes it out of his mind. 

No. He can’t run back now. Not yet. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Stay safe,”

“I will.” Keith nods solemnly.

Lance hangs up the call and stares down at his communicator. His hands fist into his sheets and his mouth twists into a scowl.

“You’re lying.”