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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 2

We did it amigos. Another list! I am so grateful that you all are sharing your ideas to help inspire others (faith in humanity restored)

  1. “Where is my fucking pudding?!”
  2. “I thought we agreed to never use butter for that reason again…”
  3. “Well if it’s the guy who never shuts up about toilet paper!”
  4. “Honey, did you see my sniper rifle?”
  5. “Oops…”
  6. “God damn it he died. Whatever. Just leave him there.”
  7. “Listen, I know you’re upset, but please put down the baking soda before someone gets hurt.”
  8. “Look, about the monkey…”
  9. “I don’t understand! I only used a finger.”
  10. “It’s not as hard as you think, I promise.”
  11. “well this is what i call hell of a night”
  12. “How could an entire school disappear?”
  13. “What do you mean the brownies are "not quite brownies”?“
  14. "Yes, I understand that its cool, but why does your toaster have wings?” “Well its alive of course. It flies.”
  15. “Don’t turn that on!”
  16. “Wait…I’m also- technically- underage and you’re a stranger…should I be screaming also?”
  17. “I though you meant "literally” metaphorically. “
  18. "Ok so don’t get mad but I might have started a war.”
  19. “Good morning… I see the assassins failed again.”
  20. “You’re a murderer, how are you working at a hospital?”
  21. “That cat just stole my cereal!”
  22. “Did you see that? Please tell me you saw it.”
  23. “Hey, can you stop shooting people right now? We’re trying to sleep.”
  24. “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS KEITH!”
  25. “If you think I’m leaving you and your demon eyes and evil horns you’re wrong.”
  26. “What do you mean, this isn’t Earth?”
  27. “Damn it, ____! Not peanuts again!”
  28. “Why did I just press the big red button?”
  29. “So tell me again why this dead body is being sent to Goodwill?”
  30. “Lucifer, I know that we said we would share rent but you never said anything about your brother living with us.”
  31. “God dammit, I’m supposed to be a bat! Why the hell am I a possum, Karen?!”
  32. “Sarah, where’s the dog?” “Up in space?”
  33. “You had only one job and it wasn’t even a difficult task, but seriously, how did you end up like this!?”
  34. “Well I never said I WASN’T going to kill the bartender …”
  35. “I mean, it was only a small eldritch being, so it wasn’t that bad…”
  36. “Hold me back bro!”
  37. “I think there’s a new lifeform evolving in my fridge.”
  38. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
  39. “Can we have lunch now, or do you still want to continue looking at dead people?”
  40. “I can’t believe you ate my cheese…we’re over”
  41. “Sometimes I wonder why we’re still friends.” “Because I turned you into a cyborg after being shredded by an explosion and you owe me.” “…Fair enough.”
  42. “Well, I didn’t quite expect to wake up pregnant either and yet… here we are, so can you please pass me that can of bread?”
  43. “Ok, I know I said ‘You can throw a hairbrush at them’, but I didn’t actually mean it!”
  44. “When I told you to feed the dog I didn’t expect you to feed him the neighbors cat.”
  45. “Clearly, you’ve never gotten rid of a body before…”
  46. “This sort of thing never happened when I was dating your brother.”
  47. Sometimes, I wonder about you. And then I worry.“
  48. ” Wait, wait, wait, start from the very beginning. how did you manage to set the house on fire with that??“
  49. "For fucks sake, dude, how many times do I have to tell you that that’s not what penises are for?”
  50. “One woman’s terrorist is another woman’s freedom fighter.”
  51. “This isn’t right… the humans shouldn’t be able to move on their own.”
  52. “Why is unicorn blood on our shopping list?”
  53. “Must you unhinge your jaw like that when you eat? It’s disgusting.”
  54. “You’ve violated the law, my trust, and your friend. Tell me, why should I believe anything you say?”
  55. “No, no don’t open the fridge, I need to keep they eyeballs cold.”
  56. “did he break his jaw again by falling down a flight of stairs?” “Passive aggressive much?”
  57. “For the last time, put the declaration of independence back!”
  58. "That isn’t permanent, right?”
  59. “You know, ripping someone’s beating heart right out of their chest with your bare hand looks cool in anime, but irl it’s just unsanitary…”
  60. “She didn’t tell you” “Tell me what” “He’s dead”
  61. “But his dad is an asshole–” “HIS AUTHOR IS AN ASSHOLE”
  62. “You are here and you haven’t tried to kill me yet. You must want something from me.”
  63. “The salesperson made a flying tentacle monster sound a lot more alluring, I swear!”
  64. “Okay…the radiator just growled at me”
  65. “Dude, were you listening to me? Why are you barking?” “I’m not barking. I thought YOU were barking!”
  66. “How did you get that bump on your lip”
  67. “Buddy. You need to chill, and put that knife away before I get out my gun.”
  68. “ ” I dare you to take your shirt off" “ no” “ I doubledare you” “No” “I tripledare you” “ god dammit Steve , im not wearing a Shirt!”“
  69. "Why the fuck are there founding fathers in our living room”
  70. “Girls only say 'I will not dignify that with a response.’ when they’ve done the thing you’ve just accused them of.” “Do you know this, because you’ve done it?” “I will not dignify that with a response.”
  71. “They think we’re terrible but really we’re only mediocre”
  72. “You’d think by now we’d stop bringing death into these things. Look at them, they have anxiety!”
  73. “Ok, first of all asshat, stop touching me. Second, that is never going to work out! Third, stop TOUCHING me.”
  74. “So if I do understand, you’re telling me that you created insects robots. The same one that destroyed the city. ”
  75. “Why is THIS in your fridge? This is some serious contraband.”
  76. “Please tell me you’re joking about marrying the bastard’s son we call Satan.” “ Don’t talk about your mother like that!!”
  77. “Did you explode the microwave again?!”
  78. "Honey where’s the dog?” “Like I said, I’m making a smoothie.”
  79. “Fifteen bucks you can’t hook up with Satan.” “Make it twenty.”
  80. “I don’t know, maybe because he has some semblance of taste?
  81. "What could possibly make you think eating three tons of cheese for the mice in radiation-test labs was okay?!”
  82. “Who actually let the dogs out?”
  83. “Hey, you don’t know how many bodies are buried in my backyard.”
  84. “I told you to kill me.” “I did. Just this morning.” “Well, shit!”
  85. “So… This isn’t the end, is it? I mean I still want to hang out with you at least. Maybe go for another space adventure, hm?”
  86. “I’m sorry, it was the HEAT OF THE MOMENT,”
  87. "Hey, wanna go out for a romantic moonlight killing spree?”
  88. “So, you’re into …..? Huh, I never would’ve known.”
  89. “Did you hear that scream?” “Yes, I’m the one who screamed”
  90. “What are you doing?”
  91. “But really, why would anyone need two dozen armadillos?”
  92. “You can’t keep 'solving’ your problems by going to another dimension!”
  93. “I still can’t believe you assassinated a unicorn.”
  94. “Wait, you have FOUR knives?” “No, no. I have four knives ON me.”
  95. “I’ve killed a man using only a copy of Hamlet and a computer mouse. I am NOT afraid of you!" 
  96. "What the hell are those?”
  97. “Are you sure you’re not an arsonist?”
  98. “I know, right? You’d suspect any of them of secretly being an alien, but not…”
  99. “Why didn’t you stop?”
  100. “So, start explaining why there are dozens of puppies in my guest room.”

Let’s make another list. Part 3! Leave a reply and don’t forget the double quotes “”. I want to give everyone a chance to contribute to our community. So as always, one prompt per amigo. Dankje! 

regional differences

“oh hey,” she said, “it’s a really touristy area, but since you’re gonna be passing through anyway, you might as well stop by pier 29, see the dragons. also, there’s a—”

“hold on,” i said. “i knew your city had mountains, but. dragons? uh, actual living dragons?”

“dude, it’s not a big deal. they’re there all the time. of course they’re majestic and everything, but they’re loud and cranky and mostly they lie around eating garbage. now and then the city council will talk about trying to make them roost somewhere else, but—”

“dragons,” i repeated. i knew it was making me sound like a rube, but it was a lot to take in. “you live in a city that has dragons.”

“no, it’s cool, we used to go see them when i was a little kid. it’s worth doing. but that whole area is mostly dragon-themed gift shops, and the commercialization is kind of a bummer. also, sometimes a dragon will melt somebody’s car and it’s a whole problem.”

"fairytale-style, giant scaly fire-breathing dragons.”

“honestly, i forget other cities don’t have them?” she said. "there’s a few other sites on the west coast where they gather. portland calls them wyverns, but that’s a portland thing.”

"chicago’s got, like, bunnies and songbirds,” i told her, “but otherwise it’s just your typical vermin. pigeons, rats, sphinxes—”

“sphinxes? what the hell.

“oh, yeah, they nest in the el tunnels. sometimes a fucking sphinx will flap down out of nowhere, bring the whole train to a halt until the front car answers a riddle.”

“that sounds exciting,” she said.

“it’s the worst. your train winds up being twenty minutes late, and you just have to hang out hoping somebody up there read their mythology. there’s supposed to be a program where the conductors get trained in riddling, but i don’t know. rahm emmanuel keeps saying it’s not a budget priority.”

“huh,” she said. “guess the grass is always greener and all that. but on some level, it’s nice to remember that even with all these big box stores, the country still has some variety left in it.”

“yeah, did you know that in rhode island they call water fountains ‘bubblers’?” i said.

“whoa, seriously?”

“i read it somewhere. crazy, right?”

“crazy.”

Peanut Butter Cookies

*throws allergic!Lance at you and runs away*

Summary: When Pidge’s birthday rolls around, Allura remembers her offhand comment about liking peanut butter. Little did she know that Lance is actually very, very allergic. (angst and fluff, and a bit of established klance because I have no self control and I ship it leave me alone)

I hardly ever post anything because I have no confidence ha so if you like it, let me know! This is very short compared to lots of other stuff I’ve written.

@taylor-tut I don’t think this is that good or even if it counts as langst/whump but I’ll tag you anyway and @voltronpaella thanks for actually getting me to post this my dude


When Allura called the Paladins into the kitchen, Lance expected some sort of emergency.

Why they’d be meeting in the kitchen, he had no idea, but he slid out of bed regardless. After removing his face mask he padded out into the hall, slightly resentful that he didn’t have time to straighten his hair.

Lance nearly bumped into Hunk in the hallway, who was also still in pajamas. The two were the last to arrive in the kitchen. He surveyed the others and found Shiro in full armor, Keith with an activated bayard, and Pidge rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with a laptop tucked under her arm.

“Princess, we’ve talked about this,” Lance grumbled. “You have got to stop interrupting my beauty sleep.”

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elennare  asked:

First, I wanted to say that I love love love your Harry Potter fics and what-ifs! thank you so much for writing them :) And I also wondered if you ever written what if the Dursleys had refused to take Harry in?

When Petunia Dursley refused to take Harry in she forfeited his birthright protection, so Dumbledore took the baby to the safest place he knew: Hogwarts.

The applicable staff (mostly just… not Snape) took Harry in on a rotating schedule as he grew from baby to toddler to child. They traded extra credit for babysitting among the older students, and Harry grew up knowing a few dozen different laps that were safe and warm to nap in.

This was a Harry who grew up among books, among old transient walls and learned professors. They gave Binns night duty sometimes, and let him talk young Harry to sleep. This was a Harry whose world changed, on principle, daily. The stairs moved. The walls became doors. You had to keep your eyes open–you had to pay attention. So he did.

He grew up in a school. Knowledge was power, but knowledge was also joy. This was his sanctuary. There was magic in his world from birth.

“The castle will keep him safe,” said Dumbledore, when McGonagall came into his office to complain for the eighth time about Albus’s rather cavalier take on child-rearing. “That’s what it does.”

Then why do we bother with chaperones ever,” McGonagall said, tempted to shriek it. “Should we let all the children run about willy-nilly at all hours, or just the orphan waifs?!

“He’s not a student. He’s a ward of Hogwarts. It will take care of him, Minerva.”

McGonagall walked off fuming. A cat with spectacle markings followed Harry almost constantly from ages three through four. At some point McGonagall was far enough behind on her paperwork, and had seen enough suits of armor carry the kid back to his room, enough draperies lift off the wall and tug Harry away from edges, and enough stairs creakingly shift their slope for his tiny toddler legs. She gave a grumpy sigh, stole some of Albus’s lemon drops, and resigned herself to a magical world.

The Grey Lady, the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower, didn’t really like boys but she liked children. She especially liked patience, and politeness, and Harry had been raised by McGonagall’s stern table manners, by Victorian portraiture and quite a few House Elves. He said please, thank you, and ma'am, and as a child he was very cunning in how he got bedtime stories and bedtime snacks out of most every adult he met.

The Grey Lady told the best stories, you see, the ones with riddles in them. You had to think and ask questions to get all the way through them. So he hunted her down with big patient eyes and plates of very smelly cheese, and she told him stories that made him think.

When Harry was stable enough on his feet to walk, and then to run, Sir Cadogan would race him through the castle, the knight scattering banquet tables and galloping across landscapes, twisting through the abstract gallery up on the seventh and a half floor. Harry stumbled and sprinted up stairways and didn’t notice for years the way Cadogan waited at the end of corridors for him to catch up.

Harry was a chubby-legged toddler, in this world–cute cheeks and stubby limbs. It’s a cute image, yes– but this is important. He was a chubby kid. He ate in a high chair on the teacher’s dais, getting peas and mashed potatoes on the adults beside him– Sprout laughed. Snape didn’t.

But this is important–Harry filled his plate. He wobbled up on little legs and grabbed biscuits from the table, slurped his soup, got marinara sauce on his chin and forehead and somehow behind his ear. When he was hungry, he ate. If he snuck down to the kitchens at night, it was for the adventure of it and nothing else. When he was hungry, he ate.

When he was four, they started letting him go sit down with the students. Bill Weasley, on route to be a prefect next year, took him under his wing and scrubbed his face down after meals. Harry was passed around the Hufflepuff table; theirs was the House Common Room he most liked sneaking into, with its barrels and cozy warmth. Nymphadora Tonks turned her nose a dozen different shapes to make Harry laugh, gurgling, as a toddler (and then a child) (and then for the rest of her life, honestly–it never stopped being funny).

The whole Ravenclaw table got distracted from meals, trying to solve riddles from a book one of their Muggleborns had smuggled in.Harry pushed his fork through his gravy, trying to draw out his thoughts but only making squiggles.

It was years before Harry sat at the Slytherin table for the first time–no one had ever set him down there, like they had with the others. But he liked green–it was the color of Professor Sprout’s greenhouses, where he went and napped sometimes in winter. It was the color of his mother’s eyes, from the little book of moving pictures Hagrid had given him when he was three.

All the Slytherin kids seemed big, but everyone Harry ever met seemed big–except for Flitwick, who was seeming smaller with every growth spurt. He leaned forward, teetering on the bench, and grabbed a chicken drumstick. “Hi,” he said, because he’d had a childhood full of tea parties with high portrait society– the French nobility and the tired housewife from the third floor and an old witch with her sleeve on fire but very particular table manners. “I’m Harry. What’s your name?”

By the end of the meal, they were flicking peas across the table with their spoons, like catapult projectiles. Harry had been unwelcome in so few places in his life, after he’d left 4 Privet Drive, that he simply didn’t expect it. He asked Warrington, a Slytherin with shoulders like a bulldog’s, to help him with the juice, which was too unwieldy for his kid-sized wrists. Harry sat there blinking, smiling, until Warrington took the jug and poured him a brimming glass.

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Will Solace.

Those two damn words had completely messed up Nico’s head. He tried to avoid those blue eyes, that blonde hair, and yet he found himself thinking of it so very often.

He’d blamed himself for a while– he was an idiot, too easily attached, too stupid, etc. etc.

That hadn’t helped what he refused to believe was a crush. No, it wasn’t a crush– the butterflies in his stomach were because the camp food was weird (he took seconds anyways). The flush of his cheeks when Solace grinned in that way was because of anger, because he hated Solace. He only kept staring at Will because Nico was trying to figure out the best way to injure him in Capture the Flag. Yeah. That was it.

Jason was staunchly not helping, as though he had taken it upon himself to be Nico’s mother or something. He had mentioned this to Jason, once.

“Nah,” Jason had replied. “I’m not your mother. More like an annoying big brother.”

Nico had scoffed and shoved the boy hard enough to topple him.

“And hey,” Jason had continued as he wiped grass stains from his pants, “I can be your best man at the wedding.”

That had saved Jason from another tumble, as Nico had paused, narrowed his eyes. “What wedding?”

“You know,” Jason had said, clearly hiding a smirk. “You and Will’s wedding.”

This time, Jason laughed as he was shoved down the hill.

Reyna was also decidedly not helping. And also decidedly beating him in Mythomagic.

“You’re a coward,” she had said. “Always hiding in the shadows.”

“I’m the son of Hades,” Nico had snapped. “It’s what I do.

“And it nearly got you killed.” And Reyna– as usual –was right.

“Admit your feelings to yourself, at least,” was Reyna’s advice as she put down her Cerberus figurine to fight against Nico’s hydra card.

He gritted his teeth as he put down a chimera, cursing his deck.

“It makes it easier to deal with feelings that exist,” and that gave Nico pause.

It was these things that ran through Nico’s mind as he sat in the Hades cabin.

I have a crush on Will Solace.

He exhaled. Those words were true. He could accept that now. It might end horribly– really, he couldn’t realistically imagine an outcome that was positive –but now he could work on getting over the stupid crush.

And then there was a knock at the door and Nico– figuring it was Jason for their weekly round of Nico solidly destroying Jason in Mythomagic –grabbed his card box and yanked the door open.

“Hey, Nico,” said Will Solace, not Jason, beaming. Nico’s heart beat out of his chest and leapt away to hide somewhere else.

“Oh– uh, hi, Will,” Nico said, looking somewhere around Solace’s left shoulder. Solace was taller than Nico remembered. Or maybe that was just his self-conscious trying to save him by shrinking into the floorboards.

“I was–” and then Will stopped, looking at the box in Nico’s hand. “Is that– Mythomagic?”

There! An opportunity! For what, Nico wasn’t sure. Maybe it was an opportunity to talk to Will more. Or, if he made fun of Nico for his lifelong love enjoyment of a card game, that would be a reason to not crush on him.

“Yeah,” Nico replied, doing his best to make it sound like a “yeah” Yeah and not a “YEAH!” Yeah.

Will’s blue eyes– stop thinking about it stop thinking about it –widened. “Hang on– I can get my box and then we can play!”

His box? William Solace had a Myhtomagic card box?

This was not good if Nico wanted to get rid of the crush.

“Uh,” said Nico, “okay.”

And then Will nodded, said something like “I’ll be right back,” and ran off. Nico’s brain had many thoughts just then, not really coherently.

Wow– My crush is a huge dork– Where’s Jason?– Maybe I can win Will’s Cerberus if he has one– This was a mistake– He likes Mythomagic

And then Will returned, face flushed from running in summer heat. He looked absolutely adorable.

“Let’s play,” Will said, beaming. Nico kinda nodded and said something like “uh-huh” and let Will into the cabin.

Distracted as Nico was, he still managed to beat Will– barely. He did not, however, manage to win Will’s Cerberus– which he actually did have.

“Nope,” Will had replied. “It’s one of my favorites.”

And then Nico’s stupid brain skipped over his rational thought and went straight to his mouth: “Oh, so you’re into Hades-type things~?”

What was he thinking? Clearly, he hadn’t been thinking. It wasn’t supposed to sound flirtatious. Actually, it was supposed to have been said at all.

But Will seemed to find it funny, since he laughed and the butterflies in Nico’s stomach distracted him from his screaming mind.

“Yeah,” Will said, grinning at Nico, “you could say that.”

Nico’s brain and mouth worked without him again, and he kept going: “You know, I actually have a certain fondness for Apollo-type cards.”

And then Will had laughed again– really, he had a very nice laugh –and he said, “That reminds me.”

“Of?”

“Of that I was going to–” here Will’s cheeks turned pink “–ask you if you wanted to go out sometime?”

Nico’s brain short-circuited. It was like he had been dipped in the Lethe. He forgot how to speak.

“Uh,” said Nico, “out?”

“Yeah,” said Will, “out.”

“Like,” said Nico, “out… on… a date?”

“Yeah,” said Will, “out on a date.”

Nico didn’t say anything. Then he did.

“I would love to,” he said. And then Will’s ecstatic beam was enough to silence some of the shrieking doubts Nico’s brain was having.

“Great!” Will said, probably a bit too loudly. “Uh– what did you wanna do on the date?”

“You didn’t have a plan?”

“Honestly? I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

And now it was Nico’s turn to laugh, because Will was, in fact, a huge dork.

“We could play Mythomagic,” Nico offered. And Will nodded, face still red.

“Yeah,” said Will, “that would be nice. But wouldn’t that make this a date?”

“Nope,” said Nico, “because you didn’t ask me out until just now.”

“I see,” Will said, trying and failing to not smile. “I guess I’ll just have to step up my game to win your heart.”

“And to beat me in Mythomagic,” Nico replied, ignoring his heart as it leapt back into his chest and started doing acrobatics in there.

And then Will’s grin made this whole mess of emotions worth it.


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A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

  • ❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜
  • ❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜
  • ❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜
  • ❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜
  • ❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜
  • ❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜
  • ❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜
  • ❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜
  • ❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜
  • ❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜
  • ❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜
  • ❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜
  • ❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜
  • ❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜
  • ❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜
  • ❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜
  • ❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜
  • ❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜
  • ❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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Shit my physics prof says
  • “And that’s exactly why your hand is attached to your body and doesn’t randomly fly through the room!”
  • “Alright, just let me use my crossbow for this.”
  • “Did I just shoot you? I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
  • “Why wouldn’t you have a random morning star laying around?”
  • “Don’t fucking leave your spoon on the moon then!”
  • “I’m probably going to kill one of you. Anyone wanna go first?”
  • “It’s like you parked your car on the sun. Same result.”
  • “Who else am I going to ask how to get rid of a body then?”
  • “Math doesn’t have any feelings, but you can hurt it anyway.”
  • “Are we doing voodoo now? We’re doing voodoo now.”
  • “I pretty sure a demonic thing ate it. That’s the only explanation.”
  • “Like, imagine you go on a nice trip… but in space!”
  • “I wanted to tell you an epic story, but my wife said no, so the epic story didn’t even happen.”
  • “Of course we could always just set it on fire and see what happens.”
  • “Nothing to feel loved like talking to yourself in a room full of people.”
  • “Well, it’s supposed to be done that way but — scratch that, it never works.”
  • “You disturbed the monkey!”
  • “Why did none of you get me coffee. I hate all of you.”
  • “There’s three types of people. Star Wars fans, Trekies, and idiots.”
  • “No. I just like blowing stuff up.”
  • (Imitates chainsaw noises.)
  • “Oh, come on, you can’t all be saving Hyrule at the SAME time.”
  • “Everything gets better with breadsticks.”
  • “OH MY GOD, THE ZOMBIE OUTBREAK. THEY ARE COMING.”
Destruction Label

Requested.
Who:
Steve Rogers
Prompt: “This is why we can’t have nice things.” & “I am way too sober for this.” 

[Y/N] tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the elevator to take her up to Tony’s penthouse. Glancing down at her phone, she winced, it would be her to be over two hours late. Surely, her friends would understand? [Y/N] had meeting after meeting in trying to clean up the mess The Avengers had made. It wasn’t the best job but it had to be done. Half the time she got screamed at for lost lives and other times she got treated like she was an idiot for representing a group of humans that had superpowers. Some days, she wondered if she really was an idiot but then she remembered that these very people were the ones who saved her. It was the least she could do, right? 

The elevator dinged, signaling that she had reached the penthouse. Looking up from her phone just as the doors opened, she stopped short of her hasty apology for being late as usual. With her mouth dropped, she stepped into Tony’s home and gaped at the scene before her.

Furniture was broken and dispersed in every which way, walls were crumbling, stairs were cracking, appliances were buzzing from exposed wires, and water was leaking from somewhere. Arching a brow at her friends who looked like they had been dragged to hell and back, she wanted to ask what the heck happened but words were getting lost in her throat. 

Opening her mouth again but only to close it a few short seconds later, she shook her head. Putting her hands up, she finally found the words she needed. “I am way too sober for this, I don’t want to know.” 

Tony winced as he got up from his spot on the floor, “If you could make a phone call to get this place fixed up, that’d be great. Thanks.” Trudging through his broken home to the bar, he smiled happily when he found that some of his liquor had survived the home invasion. 

[Y/N]’s mouth dropped, “You’re joking, right?” Stepping over what she thought was a couch, she narrowed her eyes. “It’s midnight and I’m pretty confident that your insurance isn’t going to cover whatever happened here.”

“If it’s midnight,” Tony sarcastically pondered, “than that means you’re late.” Snickering at her response, he handed her a glass of scotch. “I don’t need insurance, just charge it to my account.” 

Running a hand over her face, she groaned. “We will talk about why I’m late later.” Looking around, she groaned again. “This is going to take some major cash and some major time to fix, Stark. This is not a livable environment right now.”  

“Great, I’ll pack some bags and meet you at your apartment.” Tony grinned. 

“Oh, no you don’t.” But it was too late, Tony was already stumbling his way towards his room to get clothes. Blowing air out of her mouth, she turned to face her friends who were struggling to get up. “Are you guys okay? Any broken bones?” She walked over towards them, scanning each of them down.

The group all groaned in unison before dispersing to walk off the pain. Steve was the only one who stayed where he was. [Y/N] frowned, her hands gently running over his body. “Need to go to the hospital or anything?” 

Steve chuckled despite his ribs burning, “Superhuman, I’ll be okay.” 

“Right,” she removed her hands, chuckling to herself. “I forget that you pretty much heal faster than a normal person.” 

“I think I’m about to be the only man in history to have ever said that he’s glad his fiancee was late to their engagement party.” Smiling down at her, he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

[Y/N] sighed in content, “Well I suppose me being late turned out to be a good thing.” Motioning towards the mess around them and then running her hands over Steve in the air, she quirked a brow. “This is why we can’t have nice things. You should have came with a may cause destruction label.” 

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “In my defense, I wasn’t expecting unwelcomed guests.” Using her as a crutch to get towards the elevator, he snickered. “Our apartment is in beautiful shape.”

“It won’t be for long with Tony living with us.” [Y/N] muttered. 

‘’Just pretend to be my boyfriend’’

‘‘ Writing Prompt #20 with Bucky “Just pretend to be my date” or boyfriend to like a wedding, someone’s party, or a high school reunion???’‘ was the request by @thedemonsweshare, so I wrote it down for her and I really hope she likes it. I changed it from my date to boyfriend because that made more sense in that one-shot!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words:
1288
Warnings:
None, just some cute Bucky fluff

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

Olivia was the girl in school that everybody loved. She was popular and a member of the cheerleader team. But you were the complete opposite. Your group of friends was not that big, just three or four really good and also best friends. While she went out with many other guys you never heard of, you prefered to stay away from these huge events like these big parties on the weekends.

But still, you and Olivia were really good friends in high school. You helped her with her math exam while she tried to introduce you to some handsome members from the high school football team.

And that was the reason why you were now standing in front of a confused Bucky Barnes, who was looking down on you while he took a sip of his coffee “What shall I do?”

Just pretend to be my boyfriend. Please, Bucky, you have to help me“ you pleaded and already wanted to kneel in front of him before he stopped you from doing so and sat down on the couch.

’‘Can you just tell me why I should do that?“ he blinked and sat down his mug of coffee as you sank down beside him and sighed ’'You know, when I was in high school, I wasn’t really popular and I was never really good at talking to the boys I liked and so…I never had a boyfriend when I was going there and neither when I was studying…and my friend Olivia was soo popular and knew so many guys who would have liked to be her boyfriend. She always dated these dream guys and…I was alone. Sitting in my bed and watching TV”

“So you want me to come with you so you can show them that you found your own dream guy?“ he grinned widely while saying dream guy and raised his eyebrows ’'I’m really flattered that you would put me to the dream guys”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Barnes“ you slapped him playfully and laughed before you asked him again ’'So would you be the most kindest person in the world and be my boyfriend for that evening?”

“I’ll do it but only because it’s you, doll“ Bucky winked at you before threw yourself at him and gave him a big hug ’'Thank you so much, you’re the best“


Only three days later, the big day was there.
You were just standing in the bathroom and put on some mascara when you heard someone knocking on your door. It was Bucky who didn’t bother to just come in ’'Doll, come on! We gotta go if you want to be on time.”

He looked for you and went straight to the bathroom where he found you. Bucky’s mouth fell open when he took in your appearance and blinked a few times after you turned around “You look good. I like that shirt”

You nodded to his black button up shirt which he had combined with some dark blue jeans. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.Just then you realized his look and your gaze went down on you
“Is the dress to much? I told Nat it would look stupid on a high school reunion” You already wanted to zip it down when Bucky began to shake his head

“No, you look fantastic! Don’t worry about the others. You look great“You smiled and kissed his cheek ’'Thank you, Buck. So let’s go. We take Tony’s car” Before Bucky could ask if you had even asked for permission, you waved with the keys and he smiled before following you to the elevators.


“You don’t have to be nervous, doll. You look fantastic and you have an amazing job. You’re saving the world with the greatest team and you’re fake dating a superhero” Bucky smiled at you and held your hand while you were still sitting in the car after he parked in the parking lot next to your old high school.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be nervous. Do you know what you have to say when they asked you how we met?” you savely asked him again to make sure he still knew what to do. Smiling, he nodded and opened his door before leaving the car just like you “Don’t worry, [Y/N]. I know what to do. Just trust me and everything will be fine”
He took your hand and led you to the great building where all the others were already waiting.

They were all gathered in your old main class room and cheered when you came in together with Bucky who was still holding your hand.

“[Y/N]!” Olivia squeaked and came over. She gave you the most tightest hug you ever got that you almost lost your breath before she let go of you “It’s so good to see you again and your..boyfriend?”

Her gaze went to Bucky who smiled friendly and held out his hand for her to take “Hey, I’m James. But everyone calls me Bucky. And yes, boyfriend.”

“You’re doing well, [Y/N]. So, you’re dating a superhero and you’re also a superhero yourself. Wow, that’s really…unexpected” she smiled before Olivia introduced you to her boyfriend who was the trainer of the hometown footballteam.

You two chatted while Bucky always held your hand or gave you a kiss when you told something funny and he laughed about it. It made you blush when his lips kissed your cheek.Something inside you wished that it was real. That Bucky was your boyfriend and you lived in a happy relationship. But it wasn’t true what made you a little bit sad.

“Soo..Bucky, how did you meet [Y/N]? I mean, she barely leaves her room” Olivia laughed but to Bucky, there was nothing funny about it because he knew that sometimes you needed some you-time for yourself which was totally okay for him because he understood it.

“Actually I met her when I was introduced to the whole team” he began and you stopped breathing.

That was not the story he was suppose to tell her.

“Everyone was really friendly but also really careful to be nice and [Y/N] just walked in, by the way she totally forgot that Steve was already introducing me to everyone, and she just went with the words 'So when comes this weird dude with the metal arm?’ and stopped right in the door way when she noticed that I was already there. That was the first thing she said right into my face and it was so adorable because right after that she quickly apologized. I knew that I would like her really much. Then it came that we talked much about everything and nothing til the day came where I asked her out and she gladly said 'Yes’. I was really happy and still am because…she is the best and I love her”

Bucky looked you right in the eye when he said so. He was speaking the truth. You almost wanted to cry when he came closer and kissed you softly on the lips. First you were shocked which you didn’t show but then you smiled into the kiss and returned it.

After you broke the kiss, you looked into his deep blue eyes and smiled softly “I love you too”

Olivia just sat there in silence and took a quick look at her boyfriend before she gave you a fond smile “I’m really happy that you found someone who speaks with so much love about you. You can be proud that you’ve found Bucky”

“I am. I really am” you hold Bucky’s hand and felt that he gave yours a little squeeze before you turned to him again and gave him a kiss.


I hope that’s okay.

  ONCE  UPON  A  TIME  PROMPTS.

  • ❛ There’s just one problem. All magic comes with a price. ❜ 
  • ❛ I don’t remember all the crazy stuff you told me. ❜ 
  • ❛ Darkness never wins. ❜ 
  • ❛ It just fools you into thinking it does. ❜ 
  • ❛ You really don’t believe. ❜ 
  • ❛ There’s nothing to believe. ❜ 
  • ❛ Your family isn’t going to exist long enough to save themselves. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ll be damned if it ends there, too. ❜ 
  • ❛ If we don’t stop the Black Fairy, all the realms will be destroyed. ❜ 
  • ❛ Curses have never stopped us before. ❜ 
  • ❛ Today will be no different. ❜
  • ❛ I ended up in this nuthouse because I believed you back then. ❜ 
  • ❛ I was never a fan of white weddings. ❜ 
  • ❛ The least I can do is make sure you get to enjoy yours. ❜  
  • ❛ I ruined your parents’ wedding. ❜ 
  • ❛ I wasn’t even brave enough to keep you. ❜ 
  • ❛ You were with me my whole life. ❜ 
  • ❛ There has to be a different ending to this story. ❜   
  • ❛ I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork. ❜ 
  • ❛ They say that a captain’s heart belongs to his ship. ❜ 
  • ❛ But with this ring, it now belongs to you. ❜ 
  • ❛ But thanks to you, now I have. ❜   
  • ❛ You got your happy ending. ❜ 
  • ❛ That’s not what this is. It’s something else. ❜ 
  • ❛ You could have just told me that. ❜ 
  • ❛ So you’re kidnapping me now. ❜ 
  • ❛ I thought there’d be like flying pigs or talking doughnuts or something. ❜ 
  • ❛ Well if you’re not impressed, I can leave you here.. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m doing what I have to do to save my son/daughter. ❜ 
  • ❛ They run strongly in our family. ❜ 
  • ❛ It is a vile, dangerous world, _____.❜ 
  • ❛ Thank you for fighting for me. ❜ 
  • ❛ The only thing I know how to drive is a broom. ❜ 
  • ❛ That’s dark, even for the Dark One. ❜ 
  • ❛ Aye. I’ll bring the rum. ❜ 
  • ❛ Wedding venues? Living our lives? ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not afraid of some monster in the woods. ❜ 
  • ❛ Let’s get on with it. ❜ 
  • ❛ I never get tired of that new baby smell. ❜ 
  • ❛ Lay a hand on her/him again and you’ll lose it. ❜ 
  • ❛ I know that you face an uncertain future. ❜ 
  • ❛ But there’s one thing I want you to be certain of. ❜ 
  • ❛ I will always, always be by your side. ❜ 
  • ❛ Will you marry me? ❜ 
  • ❛ I will always find you. ❜ 
  • ❛ I believe the greeting you’re looking for is, Hello. ❜ 
  • ❛ This potion clears up the darkness. ❜ 
  • ❛ It’s not like it’s the first curse we’ve ever woken up from. ❜ 
  • ❛ Didn’t expect to ever see you back on this rock. ❜ 
  • ❛ This wasn’t exactly what you’d called a planned excursion. ❜ 
  • ❛ I suppose thanks are in order for the daring rescue. ❜ 
  • ❛ Who said this was a rescue? ❜ 
  • ❛ If you want answers, I suggest you start by asking nicely. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m done with nice. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve cleaned up almost all my evil half’s messes. ❜ 
  • ❛ I think I know what it is. Bloody hell. ❜ 
  • ❛ You’ve had me locked up for how long now? ❜ 
  • ❛ What did I do to you that was so bad? ❜   
  • ❛ You lied to me. ❜ 
  • ❛ Let’s get my pirate back. ❜ 
  • ❛ Son of a fish! ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not as drunk as your other opponents. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not a bloody matchmaker! ❜ 
  • ❛ Why is this rug flying? ❜ 
  • ❛ I have a toddler and a sleeping curse at home. ❜
  • ❛ I know you’re hurting. But you can’t just run from this. ❜ 
  • ❛ How many times are you almost going to kiss me? ❜ 
  • ❛ I have to get back and tell him/her the truth. ❜ 
  • ❛ Did you not hear the captain? ❜ 
  • ❛ Well you know who does? ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve spent a lifetime running away from those beasts. ❜
  • ❛ Then they won’t know to expect us. ❜ 
  • ❛ Love can save even the darkest souls. ❜
  • ❛ You just have to believe in it.  ❜
  • ❛ I’m going to do what we never could. ❜   
  • ❛ I’m going to be brave for both of us and choose love over hate. ❜
  • ❛ I already destroyed my own family once. ❜
  • ❛ I just—I didn’t know how I could live with that. ❜
  • ❛ We have to stop hiding things from each other. ❜
  • ❛ That is what I thought we were together.  ❜
  • ❛ I tried to destroy my dark side up on that rooftop in New York. ❜
  • ❛ Guilt can be as corrosive to the soul as revenge. ❜
  • ❛ I’m a queen. Not some burlap-loving peasant who sleeps in dirt. ❜
  • ❛ I was there when she/he threw her/him chance at love away. ❜
  • ❛ I command you. Don’t try to stop me. ❜
  • ❛ A little early for rum, isn’t it? ❜
  • ❛ Oh. That’s called an alarm clock. ❜
  • ❛ Life is too precious. ❜   
  • ❛ Do you want to be able to look back? ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid to tempt fate. ❜
  • ❛ I know. We make our own fate. ❜
  • ❛ I did it. And now it’s your turn. ❜
  • ❛ Fate’s a tricky business. It still requires work. Planning. ❜
  • ❛ You were certainly a little more spry in your younger days. ❜
  • ❛ A thief who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. ❜
  • ❛ Gives to the poor? Why the hell would I do that? ❜
  • ❛ You have my blessing. I didn’t realize you were so old-fashioned.  ❜
  • ❛ Once you give in to darkness, it’s almost impossible to resist its calling. ❜
Thoughts on explaining brain fog that doesn’t fit ADHD stereotypes to a psychiatrist [avoid if discussion of stimulant medication, psychiatry, or brain fog causes you distress]

I had an illuminating conversation today with a psychiatrist, trying to explain what I call my “bad brain days.”

It helped me understand where neurotypical professionals can get confused and misunderstand, when trying to help people with ADHD get unstuck.

I have days where I don’t have the energy to do anything mentally taxing, especially writing. Should I attempt to write, I just sit there expending willpower, yet nothing comes out, until I get frustrated and give up.

Now, I forget this sometimes, but getting stuck like this can come with many different internal experiences. Some people with ADHD get stuck because they feel anxious and overwhelmed. Some get stuck because they are constantly interrupted by distracting thoughts or sensory stimuli. Some just can’t get motivated.  The psychiatrist, being a thoughtful and caring person, asked if each of these different ADHD problems was what I experienced. 

I told him, they were not. Well, I have experienced each of these things, but they’re not what I mean by a bad brain day, or brain fog, or fatigue. Moreover, I can deal with them if I’m not having one of these bad brain days.

Rather than constant racing thoughts, or distracting sensations, I experience a complete mental blank. The only thing I experience (other than frustration and anxiety about being in this state) is a feeling of painless pressure inside my head, as if the space that would normally be filled with thoughts were stuffed with cotton balls. I forgot to tell him, but I move slowly, too. It takes a while to reply when people talk to me, and if I try to play a real-time video game, I get killed constantly. 

It’s as if everything–thinking, moving, and most of my emotions and conscious perception–ceased to function for no apparent reason, and I lost access to all the capabilities I normally have. Ironically, I even lose most of my capability to get distracted.

I told him what it was like to sit on the couch and will yourself to stand up and not be able to do so. As if your actions were a horse and your will were a rider and the reins had been cut, as someone on Tumblr memorably put it. To finally get back the ability to move by forcibly, with agonizing effort, moving your little finger or toe the tiniest fraction.

I told him, this isn’t distraction, this isn’t anxiety, and it’s not lack of motivation. It happens when I want to do things, they’re important and urgent, and I’m telling myself to do them with every bit of willpower I can muster. What I’m experiencing seems more like the fatigue people with certain chronic illnesses describe, only I have yet to discover any organic cause for my fatigue, and perhaps there isn’t one.

It’s like a car, I said. Suppose you have a really nice sports car and you’re a great driver, but you can’t get the car to start.

Now, suppose your sports car has brakes and steering that act up sometimes. You’re a good driver and you’re used to the car, so you can handle that. But you can’t even get to dealing with that if you can’t start the car in the first place.

And that’s where I get stuck. Yes, I struggle with time estimation, organization, and remembering to remember, but I can deal with those, so they don’t disable me as much. But all my knowledge about ADHD and coping strategies don’t work when I can’t muster the energy to move or think, much less implement those strategies. 

He tried to paraphrase, saying something like, “so it’s trouble getting started?”

Well, yes, but not entirely. It’s trouble getting started. It’s trouble continuing. It’s trouble stopping, and trouble switching. It’s trouble doing anything but playing Sudoku, looking at Pinterest, or browsing Twitter and Tumblr. Or sleeping.

That’s why I take stimulant medications and drink coffee.

He asked what happened when I took stimulants. What sort of effects did I feel like they had?

Without them, on a bad brain day, I’d be at 10-20% of my capabilities. With them, I’m up to maybe 40-50%. Not enough to write, but enough to take care of myself, even clean up around the house a bit. Enough to feel alive.

I doubt he’ll ever fully know what this feels like, but I think I was able to communicate that there’s yet another way to get stuck, besides the ones he knows well. I think he knows what he calls “activation” and I call “lack of energy” causes me more distress than any other ADHD symptom. I’m grateful that he asked, and hope he’ll be better prepared to help others who have energy problems like mine.

Running Flat

*kicks down fandom door* I’M COMIN’ IN! 

Lance, like all the other paladins, is finally getting used to the “mind meld” they all have to indulge in when controlling their lions. Until someone’s uncontrollable crush comes in and knocks them all back in surprise. It’s a crush that circles persistently through their thoughts and only gets stronger as time goes on, until they begin to realize this might be a bit more serious than the term “crush” implies. 

Meanwhile, the unfortunate paladin behind it all is trying desperately to bury the feelings away, yet failing at every turn. 

Klance.

Part 2


Part 1

The mind meld, as Lance (because he was a genius) had deemed it, that the five paladins were quite forced into when they were in their lions was something they’d all been initially uncomfortable with. But as their battles with the Galra and practice days had worn on, they’d grown quite accustomed to the whole thing. The mental connection wasn’t overly invasive, after all. More or less, it was about intention.

Not intention as in they could control what was projected and what wasn’t, but more as though their thoughts and feelings had to be intentionally severe. For example, Pidge’s irritation when they were cornered by the Galra was always very obvious, or Shiro’s deep desire that they all stay calm and collected. Hunk was known for, well, panic, but that usually faded pretty quickly in favor a deep thrumming determination and focus (as well as hunger when they were practicing boring formations). Keith had less constant interjections and was more inclined to shoot them up with irritation or rage (depending on the situation) for short bursts of seconds. Lance was also pretty sure that, when things were dire, the fierce desire to protect came from Keith too. He’d thought it was Shiro at first, until their head’s steady kind of acute protectiveness had come to the surface.

Though everyone was flattered at these rare displays by Keith, no one said anything. Probably wouldn’t have gone over too well and, honestly, making Keith feel embarrassed by the bonds he’d formed with them probably wasn’t a good idea when considering how he kept to himself most of the time.

Because, yes, even Lance knew when there was potential to go a step too far. He liked to bicker and poke and prod at Keith, and be a general annoyance to everyone, but he wasn’t out to hurt feelings. Not intentionally anyway. He was a people person, after all, and spent a great deal of energy feeling others out and learning their boundaries. Sure, his fellow paladins probably didn’t realize as much (he knew they thought he was slightly ridiculous and maybe even a little stupid—most people did), but it was true. He was generally thoughtful and only pushed as far as he was sure someone could take.

His supposed intellect (or assumed lack) and knack for being annoying aside, he brought his own degree of Lance to the mind meld mud pile of feelings. Optimism, that was what he generally projected in battle or practice. After all, they had to have faith they were going to succeed in order to do so. Maybe optimism wasn’t as important as Hunk’s determination, Shiro’s steady hand, Pidge’s irritated analyses, or Kieth’s adrenaline inducing rage, but it must have been good for something. Otherwise there’d be problems. Allura was always going on about how they had to be balanced, how it was important that their own thoughts work well with everyone else’s.

And since no one had been complaining, Lance could only come to so many conclusions. Either his optimism was useful or, well, simply wasn’t a hindrance, worst case scenario. Not like they really talked about each other’s mental brain waves, after all. They’d all pretty much deduced who was who—it was pretty obvious—but so long as things were going smoothly, there was no need to call any of it to attention.

That was what Lance told himself anyway. Even if his fluffy, hovering over their heads optimism was as much use as a lawnmower in space, at least he wasn’t causing problems. That in and of itself was enough to keep him positive.

Maybe he was a fifth wheel, but at least he wasn’t running flat.

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I am seriously concerned about the casting directors on Reign...

Guys, are they ok? Are they even trying? Do they think we’re stupid? Have they employed a script adviser to check the consistency of what they’re making? If they have, they need to fire them real quick, because whoever they are hasn’t seemed to realise that CATHERINE’S CHILDREN ARE ALL REAPPEARING AS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PEOPLE who are WAY TOO OLD!

Let’s take a trip down memory lane to the good old days when Reign was kinda alright.

Remember this little guy? This lil’ cutie from Season 1? Lil’ Charles. Just in case this picture doesn’t make it quite QUITE clear that this person is a young CHILD, here’s another one: 

He’s tiny right, I mean Megan Follows is small, and he barely reaches her shoulder. Ok good, we’ve established that Charles in Season 1 was a young child of around eight years old. Good stuff.

Now I know Reign has a habit of stretching, embellishing and basically destroying history. Mary and Francis are supposed to be like 14 at the start, and clearly they’re older, but that’s ok, that’s fine, we’ll roll with it.

 The show begins in 1557:

Nice, some fluffy goats and fluffy clouds just to prove this. I’ve done my research people.

So in real life, ol’ Francie Boi was supposed to die in 1560 after being King for roughly one year

And sure thing, as I said, Reign likes to stretch history like, BEYOND the breaking point. So it’s entirely plausible that on the show Francis was king for a little bit longer, maybe we’ll give him an extra year or two. Which means the next time we see young dude Charlie he’ll have aged… hmmm around five years or so? He’ll be approx 12, right? 

WRONG! What the FuCk ma dudes, this guy right here is NOT CHARKLES I don’t know who he is, but Catherine and the rest of them should all be really concerned, they’ve been hella duped! He’s frickin old enough to fool around with this random chick

He’s aged like 10 years in 5, and NO ONE EVEN NOTICED, not Catherine, not Francis, not Mary, and especially not anyone in the writing or casting department apparently. 

Now let’s move onto Elisabeth, Catherine and Henry’s eldest daughter, dis chick from the pilot

Remember her? The one who married the Spanish dude, and then they had to have sex while a whole lot of old men watched, and Mary and her lil’ sweet naive buddies got all hot and flustered cos they were sneakily watching too? Yeah that one.

As you can see, this woman is clearly a BRUNETTE. Well, apparently Spain has really changed Elisabeth. Like, REEAALLY changed her. So good to see her back in 4x01! She goes by Leesa now, she’s blonde and older and basically looks like a completely different person…

Oh Wait.

I guess Catherine just has so many children she honestly can’t keep track and doesn’t even notice when they return to France looking like they’ve endured intense plastic surgery to reconstruct their faces, or somehow age them enormously.

Catherine has the names of all her children written in her bible, although her youngest son Hercule is missing, but I think the camera has just cut off the bottom of the page.

 At the end of Season 3, Catherine brings back this dude below to lowkey threaten Charles with MUrdEr (the most ooc Catherine has ever been, honestly this show is just…)

Now god knows who this one is, I mean it could be Lil’ Henry making a comeback from Season 1 when he was blonde and cute (see below) and got kidnapped by his insane potato-sack-wearing half sister

If so, he too has had a significant dye job at the castle salon. Except whoever this kid is in Season 3, he can’t be Henry because he’s considerably younger than Charles

I mean, what’s the deal? Charles gets hit by the ageifying-ray gun, but his little bro Henry doesn’t? How is that fair?? They never actually mention him by name, so possibly it is Hercule.

Which would mean that this hunky blonde dude Megan’s been posting on her Instagram and captioning with “My boys”… 

IS HENRY WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS! He looks even older than Charles, I CANNOT BELIEF THIS

This makes absolutely ZERO sense, I do NOT understand. The casting directors and writers of Reign either don’t comprehend human viewer intelligence and the ability to pick up on the ENORMOUS INCONSISTENCIES THEY THROW AT US WITH WORRYING REGULARITY, or they themselves have serious memory issues. Or possibly they just don’t care. I really don’t know.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way to watch Reign now is by ignoring these massively aged characters, ignoring the yawn storylines, ignoring when the only original characters we have left suddenly rewrite their whole personalities; I’m looking at you Catherine ‘I would literally die for my children’ de Medici, suddenly going, ‘Oh yeah Charles, I have loooads of other sons, don’t you forget that, I might just kill you to become regent again, k, love you, bye.’

I’ll just focus on the pretty clothes and Megan Follows’ profound talent to somehow make something out of this steaming pile of insanity.

Long story short, the only thing Reign is consistent at, is being inconsistent.

Even so, I’ll watch it every week cos I’m total trash. Rip me.

My brother’s best friend 4 || D.H.

A/N: I hope this turned out alright. There is not much action/ drama but it’s still cute  (I hope so at least). This is the last part.

Word Count: 1.4K

3rd and first perspective

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Originally posted by shinyphan

A short silence followed. The two of them just breathed into the phone.

“What do you mean ‘she is not at my place’?” Phil eventually asked his best friend, trying to remain calm.

“Well, she just isn’t. Why is she not at home?” Dan wanted to know, confusion noticeable in his voice.

“I don’t know, okay? I thought she’d be at yours. Do you think she just left?” Phil was by now enormously worried and Dan could tell.

“Let’s find her.”

After Phil had hung up he immediately called his sister. It rang a few times and then it went to voice mail. He didn’t leave a message instead he just tried to ring her again. Once again no luck.

Y/N would have probably picked up if she weren’t cuddled up on the sofa in her best friend’s living room. The two of them always have girl’s nights whenever one of them feels down. So they watched a Zac Efron movie while eating ice cream at nearly 1 am. Shortly before they turned on the TV, Y/N told Sam everything that had happened and she ensured her that the whole dating Dan thing will surely work out in the end. Meanwhile her phone was in her bag in Sam’s room, out of reach and unable to hear.

“Dan, I called her like 5 times and she didn’t pick up!”

Phil didn’t have the time to even say hello. His sister had never done something like that before.

“Okay, I’ll be at your house in 10 minutes.”

Just like Sam earlier that night, Dan came to rescue his best friend. Phil was already waiting in the drive way although it was freezing outside. He immediately jumped into the car when it arrived.

“We should drive through the neighbourhood.” Phil suggested, again without greeting his best friend, there wasn’t enough time for that.

So Dan started driving while Phil hectically stared out of the window and got excited whenever he thought to see somebody move in the dark, but the shadows he saw were just cats.

“This is all your fault” Phil mumbled and Dan couldn’t believe his ears.

“What?! I just kissed her.”

“I know.” Phil breathed in frustration. “It’s not your fault at all.” He then added sounding devastated.

It was silent again in the car, both of them weren’t in the mood to listen to music in a situation like this.

“I’m sorry.”

Phil’s voice was so quiet that it was barely audible.

“I was way too rude to you and Y/N. I don’t know why I overreacted like that.” he admitted and could feel a little part of the weight on his shoulders vanish.

“She’s your little sister it’s completely normal to feel the need to protect her.” Dan tried to cheer his best friend up, he was just glad that he was insightful.

“I think I was just shocked to see you two like that. I know that you are not a bad guy but I- I still got so angry at you. I thought you were just sneaking around with her behind my back for fun, but I noticed that she means a lot to you.” Phil couldn’t stop explaining himself and apologizing.

It was all his fault that they had to drive through the whole neighbourhood to search for his sister and he knew that and it crushed him. At first, he thought Dan was the bad guy in this story, but it was actually him. The awareness of that put his stomach in a twist and he fiddled with his hands out of worry.

“Phil, I really like Y/N.” Dan calmly declared and he meant it.

“I know.”

“I should have told you about my feelings for her earlier.”

“I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

After driving around the block for more than half an hour Phil had nearly lost all his hope. He leaned his head against the cold class of the car window. His eyes still didn’t leave the pavement.

“Dan?” Phil asked carefully.

“Yes?” his best friend answered. One could tell that Dan was curious by now.

“When you and my sister start dating, promise me to not forget about me.”

At first, Dan thought he was joking but he realized that Phil was being serious.

“Phiiilll, why would we ever do that?”

“I don’t know, I’m gonna be the third wheel and you two will only hang out with each other. Without me.”

Phil was afraid to finally put his fear into words. It was true, he was afraid of losing both his sister and his best friend and they were the two most important people in his life.

“Nothing is gonna change, we could just hang out together. It’s not like we are just gonna forget you, Phil.”

Phil took a deep breath and felt that he had calmed down a bit now and he felt a lot lighter.

“Do you think we should give up and drive-“ before he was able to finish his sentence he got interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. It was so loud that it nearly made him jump.

“Hello!” he nearly shouted when he saw the caller ID and immediately picked up.

“Hi, why are you not sleeping?” Y/n asked she sounded confused and tired.

“Sleeping? How am I supposed to sleep when you just ran away?”

“Ran away? I am at Sam’s house.”

Sam’s house. Of course! Phil felt stupid for not thinking about that earlier, she’d always go there for girl’s nights.

“I was so worried about you.” Phil admitted instead of being angry at her. He had already caused enough trouble today and it was not her fault for needing a nice chat with her best friend after all the horrible things he had said.

Phil and I had a long talk after all that happened that night. He sincerely apologized for the way he acted and we went back to normal.

*5 months later*

“Prepare to lose Howell!” I shouted as I pressed play on my controller and started the game.

We were sat in the living room in front of the TV and played video games. At first Dan, Phil and I all played against each other and the best two got into the finale. Dan wasn’t wrong when he said that I’m better at this game than my brother.

“Never in a million years, Little Lester.”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname but had to grin like a fool anyway.

After a few minutes, it turned out that I was clearly the better player.

“I will never understand how you can be so good at this?” Dan sighed, annoyed that he was going to bitterly lose against me.

“Well, I had the best teacher.” I explained while high fiving my elder brother.

Phil had a huge smile on his face while Dan fake pouted.

“I wouldn’t be that confident of your victory, baby.”

“You are so far behind, it is nearly impossible for you to win.” I grinned amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that either.” Dan said with a smirk and I knew something was off.

In the matter of a second he had taken the controller out of my hand and started tickling me with his huge hands.

I immediately started laughing so hard that I didn’t make a sound anymore. I tried to push him away from me put he had lifted me onto his lap and wouldn’t let go no matter how hard I kicked him with my feet.

“ST-OP” I manged to croak in between heavy breaths in desperate need of air.

“Say I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” Dan suggested grinning widely. He stopped tickling me for a second so I could take a breath.

I shook my head no, teasing him.

Dan immediately attacked me with his large hands again, tickling my sides. I squirmed under his touch and felt how my face got red because of the lack of oxygen.

“OKAy! I- I’ll say it. Anything just please stop!” I squealed, giving in.

Dan seemed satisfied and actually stopped. “Let me hear it then.” He said cockily.

“I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” I giggled and Phil who had to witness the whole scene started cracking up.

“Dad jokes? Really, Y/N?” Dan sighed annoyed but he was still smiling.

“Don’t act like you don’t love them, Dan.” I chuckled proud of myself.

“I really do love you.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his words. He was just too cheesy and cute.

We both leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met. They slowly moved against each other. I ran my hands though his brown hair as his tongue brushed my –

“GUYS! Not when I am here.” Phil complained and acted like he had to cover his eyes.

2

“Hey Kevin! Is everything alright?” You had one hand steady on the wheel and the other pressing your phone to your ear, perhaps clutching a little tighter than normal due to nerves over why Kevin was calling.

“What? Oh, yeah. Everything is fine. I just had a question.”

“Mhm?”

“Have you ever catalogued the library here in the bunker? I mean, has anyone gone through everything that’s in there?” he asked.

“Uhhh…” you paused. “That’s what you called to ask?” you said with a laugh. 

“Yeah. I–I was just wondering. I mean there’s so much here…” he trailed off.

You laughed again. “Well, the Men of Letters had it catalogued, but I think Sam modernized their system when he and Dean first moved in. Put everything into a computer, made it searchable, that kind of thing.”

“Oh, nice. Okay…” There was a pause on the line and you smiled, wondering a little at the random communication from Kevin, who was supposed to be translating some ancient texts. “Soooo, what are you up to?” he finally asked.

You laughed again. “Driving.”

“Driving?”

“Driving,” you repeated, the smile on your face growing wider.

“Driving where? Here?” he asked. You thought he had sounded a little hopeful…

“No, but if you keep this up I might have to just to make sure there isn’t something out of the ordinary going on…” you teased him.

On the other end of the phone, Kevin smiled a little sheepishly. Perhaps you had caught onto his game…

This imagine brought to you for Supporting Character Saturday!

Friends With Benefits (Pt. 2)

Hello again all my lovely humans, whether you’re reading this on Tumblr, Fanfiction.net, archiveofourown.com or Wattpad, first of all thank you for sticking with my story and reading as always.

So I need to say something, when I posted part one of this story on tumblr on a Sunday night at 10pm and went to bed with 16 likes, you marvelous humans let me wake up to over 150 likes and about 10 reblogs and that number only kept going up throughout the day so thank you all so much from the bottom on my fanfic loving heart, you have no idea what that means to me as someone who loves seeing her work get recognized.

Also I decided on a name for my OFC which is Alex, I know the whole Y/N makes a tumblr reader feel very special but because this is published on so many other sites it’s makes it very difficult to keep going back and editing and re-editing for each site, so y/n is now Alex Garcia.
For anyone who is curious about where all my stuff is published and the names/usernames it’s all under, here you go:

Fanfiction.net: QueenCocoChanelle
Tumblr: @marvelenterprises
Archive of Our Own: marvelenterprises
Wattpad: QueenCocoChanelle

I do have a marvel insta fanpage so
Instagram: @marvelenterprises

So once again thank you all, feel free to find me on whatever other sites you like

Lots of virtual love,
Chanelle

Part 1:  Alcohol Makes You New Friends….Sort Of 


CHAPTER 2: Spectacular 


 You really couldn’t deny it.

It was spectacular really.

It happened. Your necklace was on the table, something you could not have managed if you were drunk, your shoes were on the rack, something else you don’t do when drunk AND to top the whole thing off, he smirked at you the entire morning and kept “unintentionally” brushing against you in the kitchen before breakfast.

Yep, completely and totally fucked. Spectacular. Absolutely spectacular.

Unfortunately, you said this aloud without realizing it.

“What’s absolutely spectacular?” a voice asked.

Oh, even more spectacular. Bucky.

“Hmm, nothing” you brushed it off like you were thinking about the flowers in Chile.

“Come on, tell me” He said with his usual carefree look. Sitting down at a chair at the table.

She was suddenly very grateful she sat at the head of the table rather than the sides where he could’ve sat next to her. No unnecessary contact.

Suddenly she felt his knee brush hers.

Never mind.

“Just the weather” you lied.

A very stupid lie as Bucky made you realize.

“You hate the rain” he said his brows furrowing.

Sure enough, turning your head to the right, the window did indeed showcase an exterior environment that was pouring evaporated water from the sky.

“I meant in the Maldives” you excused.

“Rain season there too” he commented off handedly. “Are you okay, you’ve barely touched your yoghurt, you normally devour it” he said abruptly changing topics and looking at your barely eaten vanilla and mixed berry yoghurt.

“It’s good yoghurt. I’m just not feeling hungry, that’s all” you said quickly. “You know what, I’m gonna go put this in the fridge and go catch up on…. stuff” you said confusedly at your lack of excuses.

Inconvenient.

“Oh, here let me” he said immediately standing up when she did.

“Thanks” you muttered.

Waiting on him to finish (because leaving would be rude and you didn’t put it past him to have a comment about that) you give him a quick thank you before slipping out of the kitchen and practically speed walking to your room.

Bloody hell.

It was two days before you had alone time with Bucky.

On the balcony of Avengers tower while he was a tux.

Like his fine ass needed to look even better than usual.

“Well hello there Alex” he said nursing what looked to a whiskey.

You as usual had your Moscato, but you were still fairly sober.

“Hey Bucky” you said quickly turning around to see the two of you were alone.

Spectacular.

“You look stunning” he said eyeing your dress.

Admittedly, the champagne floor length gown suited you.

It was a halter neck, high collar with a slit in the cleavage area for sexy but elegant and a rather long slit up the right leg which just happened to be on display for his hungry eyes. Somehow your loose curls made you feel less exposed.

“Thank you, you look good too” you said quietly.

“Thank you, but credits to Stark, he picked it, apparently Romanoff thinks I need guidance” he said taking another sip of his whiskey.

Not at all distracting.

And damn Romanoff a thousand times.

“Well, either way it looks good on you” you said.

“Thank you again, you’re not cold?” he asked eyeing your shoulders the dress showed off.

“No, I’m good” you clipped knowing you sounded kinda rude.

He however, couldn’t have cared less.

More spectacular.

“I do make you nervous, don’t I?” he said in his seemingly permanent state of amused.

“No” you said frowning.

Personally, you thought you were doing well, apparently not it seemed.

“You’re breathing a lot heavier than usual” he noted.

“It’s just chilly” you said internally slapping your forehead as soon as the words left your mouth.

“I thought you weren’t cold?” he asked seemingly genuinely concerned.

Apparently, you were just adding to all the spectacular that had already occurred.

“I don’t think I noticed it till you pointed it out” you said. “Don’t worry about it, you enjoy the fresh air, I’m gonna head inside” you said quickly making an exit.

“Let me accompany you” he said appearing out of nowhere grabbing the door for you.

“Really Bucky, it’s okay” you tried but he was relentless.

“I insist” he smiled warmly.

“I- sure” you said with a sigh.

Allowing him to escort you to an empty side of the bar where few people were seated.

“How come you get so shy around me” he asked curiously.

“Wh- I don’t” you said.

Good job Alex. Strong voice, no stutter, just a small slip up. You praised yourself.

“You get quiet and kinda introverted” he said. “You avoid me”

“I’m socially awkward” you said plainly.

First thing that came to your mind.

“I don’t mind, it’s sweet” he said honestly. “Is that really why you’re avoiding me?” he asked.

He already knew the answer the smug little shit.

“Well you see, not many guys offer to show me how great their stamina and endurance is” you said before you chickened out. “So yeah” you said awkwardly.

“No, I don’t suppose so” he said with a small smile. “Do you trust me?” he asked suddenly.

“No” you said simply.

He just chuckled.

Oh god that was a nice sound.

“Come with me a minute?” he asked.

You don’t know what the hell came over you but you agreed.

And that was how you ended up in his room.

“Can I put out a theory?” he asked.

“You did that a few days ago” you stated.

“You’re kinda shy, I get that. But I think there’s more to you than that” he said.

“Go on” you said flatly, but there was a hint of curiosity.

“You’re smart, you know yourself, your limits and boundaries and what you like. I heard your little drunken conversation. You don’t do relationships, I can respect that. I like a girl who knows herself, knows what she wants. I think even though you’re shy, all my little hints and suggestions got you thinking, you seem like someone with an imagination. I think my suggestions and flirting is something you like, but don’t know what to make of. Your curiosity got the better of you and so you’re here in my room. You wouldn’t be here if you were the slightest bit curious as to what could happen between us on a physical level.” he said.

“So, friends with benefits?” you said unsurely.

“You could say that, when I say friends I mean friends, I won’t only keep you around for sex, I don’t believe in that. Friends mean lunch and advice and the option to get out of this whenever you’d like” he said laying all his cards on the table.

“Did you miss the part where I said I’m socially awkward? Because sex will in no way, shape or form make that go away, in fact it may just do the opposite if I’m being completely honest” you rushed out.

“Just hear me out?” Bucky said.

“Fine” you said.

“Friends with benefits, friends being actual, good, care about each other friends, with the option to leave the arrangement whenever one of us wants to, we don’t push each other past the person’s limits, we have safe words if that makes you feel more comfortable, we trust each other, help each other out in the physical department” he said. “That’s all, you’re not a toy or a means to an end and I’d hope I wouldn’t be either” he surmised.

“I’m still really awkward” you said dumbly.

“I can work with that” he said stepping closer towards you.

You knew exactly where this was going and you were right.

For every step Bucky took forward, you took one back.

“I just don’t know if I’d enjoy it as much as you, I’m a very boring person in that err, department and well you don’t seem like that, so-” she had hit the wall.

“I doubt you’re boring Y/N, I think you’re intriguing and I’m not one to be selfish when it comes to sex-”

Of course, your face got warm.

“I won’t be selfish, tonight could be all about you” he offered.

Bravery suddenly lunged into you. From where, god only knows.

“And if I didn’t want tonight to necessarily to be all about me?” you asked suddenly finding it hard to keep your breathing even.

There was still two feet between you. Two feet which wouldn’t take much effort to become none.

There was suddenly a glint in his eyes that was not there before.

“I’m open to that too, what don’t you like?” he asked.

“I- uh, well-” you tried.

Of course, you’d stutter now.

“Use your words baby” he said huskily.

There was a sudden throbbing at your entrance.

“I’m not really into the whole degrading thing” you said.

Words! A miracle!

“What else?” he asked taking another step, just over a foot and he’d be pressed against you.

“Um, I don’t really like excessive roughness, y'know stuff that isn’t necessary, anal is a no for me, um that’s really all I can think of” you said the shyness coming through.

“And the things you do like?” he asked very curious to hear this answer.

“I, well um, I” you began stuttering again.

Did not help in any way that he brushed a loose curl away from the front of your ear.

When it became clear that you weren’t going to be able to get an answer out he smiled fondly.

“We can figure that out as we go” he said closing the gap between your bodies.
Now sandwiched between him and the wall, your heart started racing.

“Before I do anything a few things” he said quietly in your ear.

“Mmhm” you sighed.

“Safe words, I want you to have safe words” he said. “What works best for you?” he said trailing his fingers down your left arm causing goosebumps to erupt.

Since when did safe word discussion become such a turn on?

“G-green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop for a moment, Vegas for a cease fire” you said shakily. “I’ll click my fingers twice if I can’t get the words out” you told him.

“Okay, good girl” he said mindlessly, but when your breathing hitched causing your chest to push up into his he looked down at you with delight. “So, she’s like pet names?” he asked rhetorically.

Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded avoiding his heated gaze.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You were dying here. Seriously dying. His hands suddenly appeared on your waist and neck. And the dying continues.

“Please” he breathed leaning his forehead against yours while you looked up at him.

“I- oh god” you breathed. “Bucky” you whispered.

“C'mon baby, say yes” he said his nose brushing yours, lips just out of reach, not even an inch away from yours.

Nodding softly to not injure your foreheads you prayed that would be enough.

“Words baby” he said. “I need your words”

“Yes” you whispered.

And with that his lips met yours softly.

The kiss just screamed respect.

And my god you enjoyed it.

His hand on your neck now almost cupping your jawline as his thumb caressed your cheek was going to drive you mad.

“This can be about you, just say the word” he said pulling back from the kiss.

You just shook your head.

“You sure?” he asked checking for any signs of distress.

“I’m sure” you said determined. “Consider it a test run, see if I like where this is going” you breathed.

He kissed you again and y god was his lips magical. Soft and plump and slow in begging for entrance.

Squeezing your waist, you broke away and moaned and got the air you needed.

Panting slightly, he took advantage and slipped his tongue into your mouth coaxing the shyness out of you slowly.

This went on for five minutes before he noticed you relaxing.

“You trust me?” Bucky asked.

“Yes” you nodded.

“You know you can stop at any time you want?” He double checked.

“Yes” you said again.

“Good girl” he said heatedly causing your insides to clench in delight.

“Get on your knees” He ordered.

Oh yes, spectacular indeed.

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I hope you all enjoyed part 2, part 3 is smuttttt (claps happily like an entertained seal)

anonymous asked:

about the black people are naturally good at sports comment, a lot of black people say they naturally have good bodies? and ive heard them say its bc they have extra muscles or smth

Even if this was true do you really think black people are a wild subspecies born with extra muscles in places muscles aren’t supposed to go? This is why I said race science is bad for you even when it sounds like it might have nice things to say. You end up believing things about extra muscles.

How About a Little Romance?

Originally posted by ambreignssmemories

Prompt: “This bath is too damn hot.” – “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

Word Count: 400+

Warnings: Cursing


“Dean, I’m bored,” you said as you looked up at your boyfriend, whose arms were wrapped around you as you were sitting in his lap.

“Mm, what do you want to do then?” he asked, glancing down at you.

“Oh! We should take a bath together!”

He smirked a little and your rolled your eyes, already knowing what he was thinking. “A bath, huh?”

“Not that kind of bath, genius. No, a cute little bath with bubbles and stuff. It’ll be romantic.”

“I don’t know the meaning of the word,” he said and you nodded.

“I’m aware. Anyway, you wait here and I’ll go run the bath, alright?”

“Alright, babe.”


“Dean, come in here!” you yelled as you looked at the bath you’d just drawn for the two of you. There were bubbles and bath salts and you thought it looked pretty damn good if you did say so yourself.

“Well, would you look at that. You did good, babe.”

“Thanks,” you said as you began pulling your clothes off, eventually standing naked in front of your fully clothed boyfriend. “Now take your clothes off.”

“As you wish, my darling,” he said and you rolled your eyes, getting into the bath.

“Now get in here, Ambrose,” you said once he had finished taking his clothes off. “This is so relaxing.”

He smiled and stepped into the bath across from you and you smiled, thinking he was absolutely adorable covered in bubbles. You guys talked for a few minutes until you noticed that he looked uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked and he shrugged.

“This bath is too damn hot,” he said and you rolled your eyes playfully, not surprised by his words.

“This is why we can’t do nice things. You complain too much,” you joked and he frowned.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything until you asked me what was wrong. I was willing to put up with it for you,” he said and you smiled.

“Well, that might just be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” you said and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, shut up, you know that’s not true. I think it’s pretty romantic when I say that I love you.”

“Yeah, well, I suppose I love you, too.”

“You suppose? Well, I’ll make you love me!” he said as he splashed you.

“Oh my god! You’re the worst!”

“Say you love me and I’ll stop.”

“Fine, I love you, Dean.”

“I love you, too, Y/N. More than anything,” he said and you grinned, leaning forward to kiss him. Maybe he did know the meaning of romance after all.

A Commutual Contract

After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can’t sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive.

And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn’t really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there’s nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn’t MEAN anything. Or, at least, that’s what Lance keeps telling himself.


Chapter 5

Keith was exhausted. And while he could go a great while without regular sleep, his limits were really starting to get pushed. Yes, the night before last, he had indeed managed to catch a few winks in Lance’s room. But it’d only been about four hours. And the following night he got none.

He was nearly to the point of asking Allura to put him under again, but his anxiety was preventing him from pursuing the idea. If he was forced to sleep, then he couldn’t keep an eye on Lance. And while he knew—because he told himself this time and time again—that Lance was perfectly fine without him, it didn’t alleviate his nerves.

He hated it. He hated the whole situation. He hated how irrational it was and that it was messing with everything he did. He hated that it was straining what little relationship he had with Lance in the first place. He hated that his feelings were transferring to his lion.

He just wanted it to stop.

He wanted to sleep…

“And, uh…” Shiro’s voice tapered off, Keith hardly paying attention to the group meeting going on around him. He was leaning atop the table, his head cradled in his arms as his bleary eyes stared out at nothing. “I was thinking we’d get started on training again today, but… but maybe we should wait another day.” Keith didn’t notice that Shiro was looking at him, brows furrowed in concern.

“Why?” Pidge asked. “Lance is fine.”

“Yeah, I’m fit as fi-actually!” Nor did Keith notice when Lance took in his slumped form. “Maybe Shiro has a point? I mean, I’m not totally back to my, uh, regular self. I wouldn’t complain about one more day off.”

“Of course you wouldn't…” Pidge muttered and Lance glared at her.

“I think it’s a good idea,” Allura agreed, looking uncertainty between Shiro and Keith. “One more day of rest and then we’ll get back down to things. But, everyone, use this extra time to get back in order. We can’t afford to be lagging, not now.”

Keith sort of heard what was being said, but mostly he was thinking about how nice it’d be if he could sleep. And not have nightmares. Yet the possibility seemed light years away. A reality that nearly had him in exhausted tears.

How was he supposed to keep an eye on Lance and make sure he wasn’t having complications from dying if he couldn’t even keep himself healthy? He knew just as well as anyone how necessary sleep was.

He was failing the universe.

And Lance.

But sleep…

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