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VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)


“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.

“Lance!”

“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”

“Um…okay.”

Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.

“Lance-”

“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”

“No-”

“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Anytime.”

robertisbisexual  asked:

Hi i'm at work and melting and I have the worst headache and tbh I feel like I'm dying and I'm pretty sure it's overheating but can I pls get cute sexcapade fluff ficlet from you to make my life suck less. Ty ily. If not its ok don't worry but also hi ily again

Aaron isn’t really sure how it happened, in the end. One minute they were putting their ensuite shower to use, Robert sneaking in behind him as Aaron soaped up his hair, and the next thing he knew, Robert had gone flying, cracking his head against the thick glass of their shower door.

“Jesus - fuck, Robert, are you okay?” Aaron shut off the shower, sliding a bit on the tiled floor himself as he crouched down to check if his husband was okay, Robert sitting on the shower floor, looking a little more than dazed.

“‘M… not sure,” Robert’s words slurred a little as he spoke, pressing a hand to the back of his head.

Aaron hooked his arms around Robert, his husband like dead weight as he hoisted him out of the shower, depositing him unceremoniously on their bed, knowing Robert would give him nothing but grief later for letting their fresh bedsheets get soaked through.

“Let me see,” he murmured, tilting Robert’s head slightly so he could assess the damage. Robert’s head wasn’t bleeding, or anything, so he took that as a good sign, but that shower door was seriously thick glass, and Aaron couldn’t help but be concerned.

Especially when Robert was still so dazed.

“Come on, get dressed,” Aaron said, pulling on his own boxers, wincing at the way his clothes stuck to his damp skin.

“Why?”

“Because I’m taking you to the hospital Robert,” Aaron said, as if it were obvious. “You just nearly cracked your skull open on the shower door, you could have a concussion.”

“I’ll be fine, just a bit woozy,” Robert shrugged, fumbling for the trousers Aaron was handing him.

“Robert, don’t argue with me,” Aaron shook his head, fully dressed now. He would have run down to grab something to eat, but he didn’t quite trust Robert to get down the stairs (god, why had they gone for a spiral staircase again) without tumbling head first down it, the state he was in.

Robert seemed too disorientated to argue, squinting at the button of his trousers as he tried to do it up.

“I can’t believe I’m dressing ya,” Aaron teased, covering his worry with a joke as he buttoned Robert’s trousers. “I didn’t think we’d be doing this until you were at least forty.”

“Ha-ha,” Robert attempted to roll his eyes, tugging on a discarded t-shirt of Aaron’s. “You try getting your pants on after you nearly brained yourself in the shower.”

Aaron gave him a sympathetic look, squeezing his hip. “It’s probably just a concussion, if anything,” he said, guiding a still disorientated Robert toward the stairs, practically sighing with relief as his husband held tightly to the bannister, taking the steps one at a time (usually Robert was worse than Liv, thundering down the stairs like a small herd of elephants.)

“I’m going to have a banging headache either way,” Robert sighed, picking up a hoodie of Aaron’s, Aaron having had left it thrown over the back of the couch the previous evening. “And I didn’t even get an orgasm out of it.”

Aaron snorted, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Robert’s lips. “I’ll make it up to ya, old man.”


It had been a concussion. A fairly mild one at that, the nurse barely holding in laughter as Robert explained how he’d slipped in the shower, his cheeks turning a bright pink as he did so.

They’d spend the day on the couch, Robert nursing a banging headache and Aaron more than making up for the orgasm that wasn’t by the end of the day.

Robert had all but gotten over it when he’d gotten to work the next morning, a shower mat on his desk, right red bow attached and Adam doubled over in the corner, laughing his head off. “You told him?” he asked, incredulous.

Aaron couldn’t do much to hold back his laughter now either. “I had to tell him why we weren’t coming in to work!” he defended himself, remembering how Adam had just broken down on the phone when Aaron had told him they were in A&E because Robert had fell in the shower, Adam quickly putting two and two together.

Robert glared at the two of them. “Don’t either of you dare tell Vic.”


A week later, a brochure for shower chairs arrived in their front door, Victoria’s neat hand writing stating she’d picked out a few nice ones for him, and that was the moment Robert decided he hated his entire family.

anonymous asked:

Okay. But consider this. Ice skater extrordinare Eunwoo and hyped up fanboy ballerina Moonbin showing Eunwoo how to do a spin on a non slippery surface on metal slabs of thin blade

oh my god !!!!! yeS ANON I LOVE IT THANK THA N K i got this during work and yelped a bit a lot

  • ok so Bin’s dad’s friend has a small job opening and he’s looking for an intern to temporarily fill the job 
  • it’s mostly just working backstage for a show
  • and this mostly consists of cleaning the green room before rehearsals start, putting up a buffet line for staffs and performers and sweeping the green room after everyone leaves
  • and also a lot of busy stuff in between like shadowing stage managers and following whoever needs help and stuff 
  • idk how to say this in english but in singapore we call them saikang warriors 
  • and so Bin’s dad, looking at his son’s plans of lazing around the house all summer, signs him up immediately without even asking Bin 
  • not that he really needed to ask Bin  
  • because the moment he mentions “The Ice Prince: a Musical on Ice” as a casual conversation starter Bin leaps at him and starts talking a mile a minute about the most amazing lead actor slash ice skater 
  • truly what is that title why am i bullshit at naming things 
  • and when Bin’s dad casually slips in that his friend might have offered Bin a job as a backstage crew intern
  • Bin goes 
  • cr a z y 
  • backstory time Bin is a danseur in a small ballet school 
  • i mean, he’s easily one of the best in the school
  • if not for Minhyuk he’d easily be the principal ballerino too
  • and recently his ballet teacher brought their class out to watch the musical, saying something about paying attention to the muscles needed for ice skating and how that compares to ballet and something else about the choreography 
  • although honestly the moment Bin laid eyes on the lead actor he’ll admit everything his teacher asked him to pay attention to flew out of his head 
  • forget the plot, forget the musical, forget the choreography 
  • all he paid attention to throughout the entire thing was the lead 
  • how he executed beautiful bracket turns and butterfly jumps and death spirals and biellmann spins 
  • i’m so sorry if i get this wrong rip i’m reading off wikipedia as i go if anyone knows anything about ice skating or ballet feel free to correct me!!!!
  • and all the while singing and delivering his lines perfectly 
  • literally ????? Bin’s idol 
  • so naturally when Bin‘s offered the chance to work backstage and meet cha Eunwoo, ice skater extraordinaire, 
  • he jumps at the chance (no pun intended)
  • and so the first day he walks into his new job, in a simple black t-shirt and fitting jeans, nametag affixed on his shirt, bright and eager to help wherever he can,
  • only to see Eunwoo casually doing a split in the middle of the green room 
  • Bin blinks
  • oh my god 
  • it’s him 
  • in the flesh 
  • in real life
  • doing 
  • a split 
  • casually, in a t-shirt and loose sweats
  • in the middle of a room
  • i mean Bin can do a mean front split balance, sometimes en pointe, sometimes not, but 
  • truly he has never seen someone look more beautiful doing a split than Cha Eunwoo 
  • Eunwoo isn’t even smiling he’s so focussed on stretching 
  • His hair is totally mussed up but he looks so regal still 
  • Bin is so shook 
  • But he swallows the nerves and goes about with his mop and starts cleaning up around the room 
  • In relative silence
  • Until a very amused voice comes from the back, “you can stop avoiding the centre of the room now, I’m done stretching" 
  • And wow truly Bin has heard Eunwoo speak before 
  • I mean, obviously, 
  • Given that he’s in a musical 
  • But wow his voice irl??????? A magical??? 
  • Bin thinks “Ice Prince” is a great title because Eunwoo’s voice sounds kind of like if you have a glassful of ice and was clinking it around 
  • And Bin flushes and scrambles for a response and goes: “uh yessir" 
  • Only for Eunwoo to laugh 
  • And wow really if you think his voice with a hint of smile was beautiful 
  • His voice with a lot of smile 
  • Bin’s not sure how fast you can fall in love with someone without meeting their eyes or looking into their face directly 
  • But he’s pretty sure that voice has him already dead 
  • "don’t call me sir, I don’t think I’m that much older than you" 
  • And he really doesn’t think so - this new intern looks about 20??? 
  • There’s no way he’s that much younger than Eunwoo
  • And Eunwoo is pretty young too, if he does say so himself 
  • "I’m???? the new intern yes hello" 
  • Cute when flustered, Eunwoo’s brain notes 
  • Must fluster more, Eunwoo’s brain notes 
  • Wait what 
  • "yes, I gathered" 
  • Cue Bin spluttering because wow what possessed him to inform Cha Eunwoo, star of the show, now sitting cross legged in the middle of the room, that he, an intern, mopping around the room, was (guess what?!) an intern 
  • Must fluster more, Eunwoo’s brain insists 
  • Ok fine, Eunwoo thinks, I’ll get up and go over 
  • Maybe follow some romance field manuals 
  • Lean close to him and make him blush or whatever 
  • (Haha "or whatever” playing it cool here, Eunwoo, Eunwoo’s brain snorts) 
  • (Shut up) 
  • Cue Eunwoo trying to get up from the floor 
  • Cue Eunwoo’s foot deciding it would be hilarious if he couldn’t
  • Cue Eunwoo tumbling back onto the floor 
  • Bin: 
  • Bin: 
  • Bin: oh my god 
  • Bin: oh mY GOD ARE YOU OK 
  • Because this is the lead actor on ice!!!!! what is he going to do if he can’t move !!!!!!!!! 
  • Eunwoo just chuckling in embarrassment because 
  • Wow truly good job, foot, Eunwoo’s brain snorts 
  • If you weren’t so busy staring at the very fit new intern perhaps I would have moved better, Eunwoo’s foot retorts
  • Eunwoo’s brain is stunned into silence for a while 
  • @ Bin:“Ah it’s normal" 
  • @ Bin: "Lmao did u expect people on ice to be that graceful on land too" 
  • Bin blinks 
  • "But you look so good on ice????? You do all these beautiful bracket turns and spirals and splits and??????”
  • Eunwoo flushing because wow it’s one thing hearing it from coach Jinjin and from critics but hearing it from this cute human blinking at him from behind a mop???? 
  • It’s a whole new level of praise 
  • Maybe it’s because you think he’s cute, Eunwoo’s brain hums
  • (Oh my god shut up???) 
  • Eunwoo flushing even more 
  • Bin, now slightly embarrassed bc Eunwoo hasn’t responded other than blushing quite a bit: “well yeah I bet you’ve heard it quite a bit before" 
  • Eunwoo, attempting to be suave and saying "well, not from anyone as cute as you are” while leaning back on his hands 
  • Not today, his brain cheers 
  • Eunwoo landing on his back with his hands splayed out like he’s cheering too
  • He’s crying inside, he really is
  • And cute intern boy is probably leaning on his mop and judging him now, Eunwoo doesn’t dare to look
  • Until he feels feet shuffling alongside him 
  • He opens his eyes 
  • And looks right into Bin’s worried ones 
  • Wow his eyes are really nice 
  • His hair’s really nice too 
  • Jesus what is this intern 
  • “uh are you alright” @ Eunwoo 
  • Bin’s gripping his mop and blinking anxiously  
  • “yEs yES" 
  • And Eunwoo’s trying to stand up and get his bearings but 
  • Immediately falls on his ass again because heck nobody’s supposed to be able to stand up from a lying position that fast without getting dizzy 
  • And all that echoes in Bin’s mind is "lmao did u expect people on ice to be that graceful on land too" 
  • And slowly he starts to smirk
  • Because Cha Eunwoo, ice skating extraordinaire, prince of the ice rink and king of musical theatre, 
  • Cannot function 
  • On land 
  • And is currently lying on the ground blinking up at Bin with the most beautiful eyes with the darkest eyelashes Bin has ever seen in his life 
  • And for a while Bin is speechless, staring mindlessly at Eunwoo, 
  • Until he remembers courtesy lmao and offers to help Eunwoo up 
  • And Eunwoo’s clutching onto Bin’s hand praying that Bin doesn’t mention anything about how he’s basically a klutz on land but then all he sees are bright eyes and a toothy smile and 
  • Bin, hauling Eunwoo to his feet: "Wow you can spin all you want on ice but the second you get on dry land you’re basically a klutz aren’t you" 
  • agree with him, Eunwoo’s brain demands 
  • Eunwoo, stuttering a bit: "um yes, probably”
  • And he sees Bin’s face crinkle into the cutest smile and decides that as much of a lil shit his brain is, it’s worth embarrassing himself to see this boy smile
  • And they stand awkwardly there for a while, Bin leaning against his mop and Eunwoo not-so-subtly staring at Bin’s face 
  • Until Bin coughs and Eunwoo startles and 
  • “Well I should continue str-" 
  • "Uh I should go back to clea-" 
  • And they both laugh because wow clean or stretch all you want all you’re going to be thinking of for the next hour are each other buddies let me tell you
  • Eunwoo sliding glances over at the cute intern occasionally 
  • Eventually deciding to attempt to do a scratch spin in socks 
  • Even though coach Jinjin tells him never to try anything not on ice because he’s just an idiot with two left feet when he’s not on ice 
  • But to impress the cute guy mopping his way around the room??? 
  • Yes, Eunwoo’s brain says
  • Do it, Eunwoo’s brain says 
  • And so Eunwoo gets into position and starts trying to push off into a spin
  • No, Eunwoo’s feet suggest brightly 
  • Fall down! Eunwoo’s feet suggest, beaming 
  • And so Eunwoo does, staggering against soft cushions laid strategically around the room by Jinjin, familiar by now with the nonsense Eunwoo tries to pull even though he’s not on ice 
  • And so Bin watches as the Ice Prince, star of the show, impresser of multiple ice skating judges, 
  • Trips over his own feet into a pile of cushions on the floor 
  • Amazing, truly, 
  • And usually when younger danseurs try Fouetté spins in class Bin snorts and leaves a nicer person (usually Minhyuk) to help them
  • But this time,,,,,,,,,,,,, Bin can’t help,,,, but,,,,
  • He pushes his mop to the corner and toes off his sneakers and slides over to help Eunwoo up from the pile of cushions 
  • Eunwoo: ??????? 
  • His feet are big, Eunwoo’s brain helpfully supplies 
  • You know what else is bi- 
  • shUT UP
  • Eunwoo shakes his head violently and takes Bin’s outstretched hand and gets up 
  • Just in time for Bin to let go 
  • (Eunwoo’s hand silently mourns the loss of rough warm palm against his own) 
  • And execute a perfect fouetté spin 
  • What
  • The
  • HECKITY
  • HECK 
  • ?????????? 
  • WHAT THE HECK IS THIS INTERN 
  • Eunwoo doesn’t even bother hiding it he just openly gapes at Bin
  • Like ???????????? WhO
  • "ah,,, I’m a danseur” ok tbh Bin’s a little unnerved by Eunwoo’s staring like he’s handsome and all but 
  • Bin really can’t take anymore staring or looking into Eunwoo’s eyes because wow truly he’s standing close enough to count Eunwoo’s eyelashes if he looks up he might have a heart attack and cry 
  • Eunwoo, echoing: “a danseur,,,,,,,," 
  • Ok that explains all the lean muscle & fitness & it definitely explains the perfect Not-on-ice scratch spin Bin just did
  • not his cute smile though, eunwoo thinks that’s just a him thing 
  • "A fouetté spin,” Bin quietly corrects 
  • Wait
  • He said that all out loud ??? :—-) 
  • Rip Eunwoo
  • Lmao judging by Bin’s blush he truly did wow thanks Eunwoo way to go 
  • “I can teach you if you’d like” and now both Bin and Eunwoo are flushed red and shyly avoiding each other’s gaze 
  • Eunwoo: “Uh” (coughs) “I mean” (coughs) “uh yes please" 
  • Because you know
  • As far as Eunwoo’s romance field manual goes
  • If someone teaches you a physical action 
  • You’re very very likely going to end up in a position in close proximity to the other person
  • Such as 
  • Face to face, perhaps 
  • :—-) 
  • And he sees the danseur’s face visibly brighten then flush red 
  • Bin: "well uh" 
  • Bin: 
  • Bin: wAit this means he has to ????? 
  • touch 
  • He chokes slightly then decides to just give Eunwoo very detailed instructions 
  • Because if he goes nearer to Eunwoo than he already is he might combust and where will the company be without an intern to mop their floors?
  • Wow this is so slow burn I’m so sorry 
  • Bin giving eunwoo instructions like "yes lift up your leg" 
  • "point the toe" 
  • "yeah your hands go up here" 
  • "no up here" 
  • "no hERE" 
  • Eunwoo being mildly disappointed Bin isn’t touching him in any form 
  • Until
  • Hey Eunwoo, Eunwoo’s foot says
  • You know what might be fun? Eunwoo’s foot says 
  • If I gave way right about,,,,,
  • WAIT, Eunwoo screams in his head 
  • Now? Eunwoo’s foot completes its sentence and cackles, sending him toppling over into Bin 
  • Alright in an ideal situation Bin would land on the soft cushions
  • Eunwoo would land on Bin
  • Nose to nose 
  • After which Eunwoo would willingly admit his attraction to Bin and ask to kiss this beautiful mop-wielding man
  • But of course this isn’t an ideal situation and Eunwoo finds himself smooshed against Bin’s (wow very nice) chest, with Bin slightly confused and literally butthurt 
  • But not minding Eunwoo being smooshed against him at all
  • "Oh shIT I’m sorry ?????????" 
  • "It’s alright I think we’ve already established that you’re a klutz off the ice" 
  • Cue Eunwoo torn between blushing and shaking his fist at Bin 
  • He opts for the former and slowly pushes himself off of Bin 
  • "UhhhhhHhhh" 
  • Ask him out, Eunwoo’s brain supplies 
  • "Can we go out" 
  • Bin, confused: like outside ??? To the ring???? 
  • Out for coffee, Eunwoo’s brain hisses 
  • "Out for coffee,” Eunwoo repeats, slightly dazed 
  • Bin: 
  • Bin: 
  • Eunwoo: “as in, on a date??" 
  • Bin: error 404 brain not found 
  • Eunwoo: "to apologise for falling on you?" 
  • Bin: 
  • Bin:
  • Bin: :-) 
  • Score one for eunwoo!!!!!
  • Successfully asked someone cute out on a date !!!!!!!! 
  • literally all i write is binu taking each other out on dates as apologies for stupid things they do i need to stop with this trope
  • Bin, because he’s Bin: "well yeah someone’s gotta make sure you don’t spill coffee all over yourself”
  • Eunwoo: 
  • Eunwoo: “make no mistake you’re cute but I will fight you”
  • Cue Eunwoo chasing Bin around the room and Bin attempting to fend Eunwoo off with the mop until coach Jinjin walks into the room
  • “Eunwoo :—) what the hell is this”
  • O shit

Fbsjhdjshd omg thank you ice skating anon I love this AU so much dhskdhsj your instructor & his boyfriend are actual couple AU goals I’m weeping

anonymous asked:

ok just hear me out on this but a langst prompt where the team tells him to shut up and be quiet so much that he slowly starts talking less until he only speaks when spoken to. no one notices & later they fight against haggar and she (probably magically) puts a clear wall between the team, splitting up her and lance from them & she magically sews his mouth shut while the others watch, and when lance goes into distress she just says "this is what they wanted" and he stops and nods while crying

In what universe would they ever tell him that on a enough basis to where it would make him actually do that? In what universe would they not notice it and get him to talk about it? In what universe would they actually do that? Because its not the universe that they’re in currently. 

Listen, I like the prompt. Its a good prompt! However, I just don’t think  that they would ever do that too the point where he feels like that. A simple way to fix this is have Lance take the two or three times they’ve said that and have him obsess on it. Have him think that they think that he needs to be quiet. But also have them try to help him as he spirals down into a major depressive episode. 


I’m sorry if my answer of this ask seems rude, I’ve just been seeing an ongoing trend of making the team villains and totally re writing their character for the sake of langst. And I don’t think that’s fair at all you know? And I find when the other characters are out of character, so is Lance! No longer is Lance witty, playful, sassy, he’s been deduced down to a few character traits and I just don’t think that’s really fair. 

Im sorry for being rude, anon. I hope you can forgive me.

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By: zeebeey

For: its-pixiesthings

Based on confession: My biggest Loki fantasy: I’m a spy sent by the Avengers to infiltrate Loki’s base. I am caught and Loki sees to the interrogation… personally 

You blink, head pounding as the light hits your face. You cringe in the intense light, attempting to bring your hands down to shield your eyes. You’re unable to, your hands are shackled tightly to the wall above you.

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fault lines of the heart

a/n: wut are dis?? not smut?? ummmmmmmmm, not exactly one-sided but kind of is??????? sugapark lol sorry i tried ;u; at least it’s kind of angsty?????

crack.

yoongi’s thoughts may still be thick and muddled by drowsiness, but he has a very clear idea of who might be knocking on his front door at three in the goddamn morning. he rolls over under his sheets, hoping that if he ignores it, it might go away. out of sight, out of mind.

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YOLO live once
  • Angel: *flies through the sky happily* Hahaha! Weeeeeeee!!
  • *a bullet zooms past her*
  • Angel: Hmmm? *stops flying and looks down*
  • *an RV is pursuing her*
  • Angel: *gasps* Is that a car!? That's so cool! I wanna ride in the ca-
  • Angel: *gets hit directly in the head by a bullet and spirals to the ground*
  • Soldier: *sniping from the RV's sunroof* I got her! I told you I fucking told you I was the best marksman around.
  • Aviator: Saw better whilst I was alive.
  • Soldier: Must've ain't been good marksmen considering you ended up dead.
  • Aviator: I was shot down by artillery, you fool. And don't you insult my brothers in arms. If it wasn't for their, and my, sacrifices their wouldn't be an army left for you to disgrace.
  • Armless Man: Will both of you fools shut up and grab the angel before she wakes up. It'll be another millennium before we get a chance like this again.
  • Soldier: *stands over the angel's body* She's so young.
  • Armless Man: She's not young, she's older than every human who ever died combined and multiplied by two. To her, age might not even be a concept. She's a boundless being who has existed since before time and will continue to exist once all returns to the abyss from whence it came.
  • Soldier: So you're saying she's old as fuck.
  • Armless Man: Yes.
  • Soldier: *lifts angel's body onto his shoulders* She's heavy as fuck too.
  • Armless Man: The weight of a trillion virtues.
  • Soldier: Huh?
  • Armless Man: Also the weight of her wings. They probably weigh more than the girl herself.
  • Soldier: Whatever you say, man.
  • *back at the RV*
  • Soldier: *drops the angel's body onto the table*
  • Aviator: Ghastly.
  • Soldier: I think she's pretty.
  • Aviator: I mean it's ghastly that we killed her.
  • Soldier: I killed her.
  • Aviator: I'm willing to take on a burden of the sin myself. A general is responsible for the actions of his soldiers, after all. God forgive me.
  • Soldier: You ain't my general.
  • Armless Man: Both of you shut up and hew the wings the from the angel's back. Once that's done, boil them and the elixir will be complete.
  • Aviator: What do you we do with the body?
  • Armless Man: Just dump it outside. Angels can't die. Poor thing will be wingless, but fine after a few hours.
  • *the aviator and the soldier cut the wings from the angel and boil them until they become a noxious, glowing soup*
  • *the three men look down at their vile concoction*
  • Soldier: So, which one of you is drinking first?
  • Aviator: *glances at the armless man* This was your idea. It should be your honor.
  • Armless Man: For military men, both of your are rather cowardly. This soup is perhaps the most pure thing you'll ever encounter. I have no qualms with being the first to test it. Perhaps, I'll see your two on the other side. *kneels down and sips from the soup bowl*
  • Armless Man: *disappears instantly*
  • Soldier: He's gone!
  • Aviator: It can't be that simple!?
  • Soldier: It really is, dude! He's gone! Do you think he's back on the surface!? Do you think he's alive!?
  • Aviator: Only one way to find out! *lifts bowl of soups and drinks heavily from it*
  • Aviator: *disappears instantly the bowl crashes to the ground, spilling soup everywhere*
  • Soldier: NO! FUCK! YOU GODDAMN DUMB AS SHIT OLD MAN!
  • Armless Man: *appears back in the RV, his legs missing, covered in fresh blood and scars*
  • Armless Man: *wheezes and gurgles blood*
  • Soldier: What the fuck happened to you!? Did it send you to hell instead or something.
  • Armless Man: No, it worked. I was alive. Died a few minutes later from my injuries. Apparently, they decided cutting off my arms wasn't enough so they brutalized my dead body even further. The sick fucks.
  • Soldier: Does it hurt?
  • Armless Man: Of course it goddamn hurts. I'm going to be like this for the rest of existence. *wheezes*
  • Soldier: Well, that fucking idiot old man drank the soup and the disappeared. He spilled it everywhere.
  • Armless Man: You better get to sucking the soup from the carpet then.
  • Soldier: What do you think will happen to me if I go back.
  • Armless Man: Depends, how did you die? On the battlefield?
  • Soldier: Cholera.
  • Armless Man: You died of cholera?
  • Soldier: Yup, I never even saw duty. You think if I go back I'll still have cholera.
  • Armless Man: I don't know. How long have you been dead.
  • Soldier: I've lost track of time. Seems like a billion years.
  • Armless Man: Won't hurt to find out. *wheezes*
  • Soldier: Bullshit. Just look at what happened to you. There's gotta be some better way to come back to life. I ain't messing with that angel wing soup shit.
  • Armless Man: The old man isn't back yet.
  • Soldier: You think he got lucky.
  • Armless Man: Who knows.
  • *in the living world*
  • Extremely Elderly Man: *for the first time in years of being on life support, his eyes shimmer with signs of consciousness. as he is almost entirely paralyzed, all he can do is twitch his eyelids*
  • *in the wasteland outside of the RV*
  • *the angel's discarded body cracks open as her spine removes itself from her dead body, blue flames begin to spread from the body to the RV, and a triumphant choir, seemingly from nowhere, sings in harmony*
  • Armless Man: Singing? What the hell is going on?
  • Soldier: I don't have a clue, man. *looks out the window and sees the glorious light of an angel arisen, unable to comprehend the beauty of the holy light, his eyes begin to burn*
  • Soldier: FUCK! FUCK! I'M SORRY, LORD! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'M SO SORRY! I LOVE YOU! TAKE ME! FORGIVE ME! CLEANSE ME! *bursts into blue flame*
  • Armless Man: Shit! *attempts to squirm away as the blue flames begin to engulf the RV*
  • Armless Man: Oh, what the hell am I even doing? It's hopeless. It always was. *lets himself be engulfed by the blue flames.
  • Angel: *stands in the wasteland alone* Huh?
  • Angel: *exams her body* My skin is so soft and moist. And my wings are so silky. Why do I feel so... new?
  • Angel: *notices the smoldering remains of the RV* Aww, lame! I wanted to ride in the car!
No Strings Attached- A Short Michael Clifford Oneshot

This is a very short Michael oneshot based on a request from an anon:
– Could you write a Michael one shot where you’re friends with benefits, but you both want something more but don’t tell each other bc you’re afraid and it slips out of his mouth one night? Thanks(: xx—–

Warning: ever so slightly smutty

Dedicated to 420hood and michaelthirst, my two very horny pals

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