siblings asleep

LES MIS MODERN AUbroship sibling aesthetics: eponine & gavroche

beanies and baseball caps, stuck-out tongues, sass battles, hipster headphones and retro walkmans, hanging out in local libraries, decorating bedrooms with glow-in-the-dark stars, always looking out for each other, milkshakes, rolled-up denim, sitting on concrete steps, being forever ready to fight, making up weird meals, shoeboxes of childhood collections, conversations from different rooms. (requested by anonymous) 

now that we’ve seen that matts behaviour is actually really similar to lances its pretty much confirmed that pidge saw lance as her older brother figure aka matt while he was gone and that warms my gotdam heart so jot that down,

Good Shance Things
  • Observatory Dates
    • Beach dates
  • Hair kisses
  • Carrying your bf
    • Attempting to carry your bf
    • Failing to carry your bf 
  • Ear kisses
  • Shiro’s hair floof
    • Lance’s Flexibility
  • Getting your bf to like your music
  • Teaching your bf Spanish
    • Teaching your bf Japanese
  • Letting your bf win in training
  • Happy tears
    • Sad tears
  • Teasing Keith
    • Getting in trouble for teasing Keith
    • Getting away with teasing Keith
    • Repeating steps 1-3
  • Failed flirting
  • Domestic Flirting
  • Falling asleep on the observatory deck
  • Working hard to get your crush to notice you
    • Returned feelings from your crush
  • Aftermath of Galra captivity
    • Comfort
  • Knowing how to deal with your bf’s PTSD
  • Hugs
  • Spoiling your bf
  • The ocean
  • Going back to Earth
  • Ice cream dates
    • Pistachio ice cream is disgusting. Why would you do that, Shiro.
  • Flirting II
  • Realizing that what that annoying guy on your team wants is you to flirt back
  • Telling Keith to back off 
    • Apologizing to Keith
  • Finding your bf and the gremlin your  best friend’s sibling asleep together b/c they were too lazy to go back to sleep
    • Bringing blankets.
  • Cooking with your bf best friend b/c you want to surprise them
    • Realizing you can’t cook
    • But that’s okay
  • Getting the queen to make you look great for your bf
  • Tryn’ to be sexy
    • Failing 
  • AUs
  • Coran Coran the Space Uncle Gives Weird Advice Man
  • I’m bored, Shiro
    • Amusement Park dates
  • Matt Holt
    • Jealousy
    • Langst
    • Happy times
    • Comfort
    • Parties
  • Getting Wrecked
    • In training
  • Healing pods
    • Happy tears when your bf comes out
  • Seeing Shiro’s scars for the first time
  • Learning about Lance’s insecurities 
    • Snuggly Cuddles
  • Being problematic
    • Working on not being problematic
    • You’re not problematic
  • Singing in the car
    • Singing to Beyonce
  • Sickfics
    • Fevers
    • Hurt
    • Headaches
    • Migraines
    • Let’s stay in bed today
  • Study dates
    • We-were-supposed-to-be-working dates
  • Kicking Iverson’s ass
    • Lotor’s ass
    • Zarkon’s ass
  • Remember that Toy Story movie
    • Doesn’t his name sound like that?
  • You should be sleeping Lance
  • So should you, Shiro
  • I love you
    • Me too, Lance
Art Student AU

Oh ho! What is this? A sketchbook doing with only one person as the subject?

 (Part One-ish)

“Ace! You never draw people.”

“Yeah so?”

“You spent all of the run up to your life drawing bitching about it.”


“And why do you have a sketchbook full of life drawing?”

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Sick Bug

Sister Winchester - Sick Bug

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 1305

Request from winchesters-favorite-girl: Someone write me a big brother Dean or Sam taking care of a sick reader fic…please?

A/N: I saw this request and thought it would be nice and fluffy to do, hope you enjoy xx

Originally posted by bilosan

“Y/N…Dean, Breakfast” Sam called from the kitchen. You opened your heavy eyes and sat up quickly. However, a little too quickly as you received both a head rush and cramp creeping up your calf. You flopped back on your bed and twisted around in pain especially from the cramp whilst your eyes squeezed shut. You rubbed your head with one hand and massaged your calf with the other.

Finally, when both subsided you slowly got up again, with your head still throbbing at the temples. You pulled your bed blanket over your shoulders and wrapped it around your shivering body as sweat rolled down your forehead. You shuffled from your room and lightly crashed into the walls whilst you stumbled towards the kitchen. “Out the way squirt!” Dean yelled from behind you. You only had time to look back at him and see the large childish smile brimming on his face before he bowled you over in the narrow hallway. Dean kept running to the kitchen whereas you fell to the ground quite easily in your fragile state. You rolled your eyes at your eldest brother before gingerly getting back and heading towards the kitchen.

You came to the kitchen where the usual mouth-watering smell of eggs and bacon was present. However now these smells made you feel dizzy and your stomach seemed to be doing somersaults. “There you are” Sam looked up and smiled when you entered, “You better hurry or Dean will eat your breakfast”. Sam looked fresh faced and in a light grey T-shirt whilst Dean was hunched over his plate with his mouth full whilst wearing a black short sleeved top. You shuffled over to your brothers, still cocooned in your blanket and slowly lifted yourself onto the bar stool, “Dean can have it…I don’t feel too good” you mumbled. Dean’s eyes lit up whilst he pulled you breakfast over to him and happily began to wolf down your bacon.
Sam clicked into big brother mode and walked around to you with a slight worried expression painted on his face, “Yeah I’ll agree with you there bug, you don’t look to peachy” he sighed. He hated seeing you anything other than your normal happy self. He placed his hands lightly around the top of your throat and under your chin, your head lolled in Sam’s hands. The lights were too bright and Dean was eating too loudly and it all made you feel uncomfortable and dizzy. Maybe you should have just stayed in bed.

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When Eyes Meet: Part 3

Description: At twenty-three Kit became a mother to her three siblings. Thrown into motherhood, she’s been learning to juggle two teenagers and a boy genius for the past two years, and she hasn’t quite gotten it down. So of course fate decides to through in another ball to juggle.

In a world where everyone is born with Heterochromia; One eye color is yours and the other is your soulmates, and when you meet your eyes become your own. Of course Kit couldn’t get someone normal, instead she gets a known billionaire playboy, with trust issues. Then add in superheroes and tights, because her life wasn’t complicated enough.  

Random Facts, Character Sheet

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2

Kit sat next to her soulmate. She was nervous and couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing. It was one of her more annoying habits. Even Natsume would lay a hand on her knee to make it stop. The combination of her brother being in surgery, finding out her soulmate was Bruce Wayne, and three cups of coffee had her wired.

   He had said it so casually, too. They’d been on their way to the waiting room, when he’d said, “My name is Bruce, by the way.”

   There had only been one Bruce at the party that night, and it had been the man hosting it. Her soul mate was one of the richest and most powerful men in Gotham. Fate was playing a cruel joke, and she was going to register a complaint when her time came.

She’d simply nodded, said, “Of course it is.” And kept walking. They hadn’t said anything else to each other in the hour since.

“Is Seth your only sibling?”

Slowly, her knee stopped bouncing and she turned to the man, “No. He’s one of three. Seth is sixteen. Aki is thirteen. And Natsume is nine. I’m… their guardian.”

His smile was playful, “I know.”

Kit raised an eyebrow, “You do?”

“Jim Gordon is a good friend of mine. I was going to ask him to run a background check, but he already knew you. That was a surprise.”

Kit couldn’t help but smile, “He and my dad were partners back in the day. They walked the same beat. They remained good friends until he died.”

“He told me about that. Said it was a drunk driver.”

Kit could only shrug, “I still have no clue what they were doing out that late. But the guy ran a red light, plowed into them killing them and himself. I’d just gotten in from a girl’s night when I got the call.”

“I’m sorry. I lost my parents when I was eight.”

Kit didn’t know what to say to that. Their murder had been all over the newspapers. Her father had worked a lot of nights in the effort to find their killer. Her mother had talked about the poor boy.

There was another moment of silence before Kit said the only thing she could, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say, but I’m sorry that it happened.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything for a moment before asking, “Will you tell me about your siblings?”

Kit takes the change of subject, “Seth is the oldest. He’s excellent at sports, gets good grades, and he’s always been really popular. I should say was.”

“Mad at the world?”

Kit nodded, “Ever since Mom and Dad died, he’s been picking fights, his grades have tanked, and he’s been kicked off every sports team. He’s been suspended three times, one more and he’ll be expelled.”

“So what you’re saying, is that we have our work cut out for us?”

Kit stared at him for a moment, eyebrow raised, “You’re not ready to run for the hills yet?”

He met her gaze head on, “Do I seem like the type of person to run?”

Kit’s mind flashed back to him taking down the thug that had been beating her brother, “Kids and fights are two very different things.”

Bruce inclined his head in submission, “Very true. What about your other siblings?”

Kit’s eyes narrowed, but she continued, “Aki is thirteen going on twenty-one. She’d dramatic, very involved in clubs, but her grades aren’t that great. She wants to be an actress.”

“Big dreams.”

Kit scoffed, “Big headache.”

“What about Natsume?”

Kit smiled, “Nine years old. Boy genius. Fairly withdrawn from kids his own age, and the absolute best kid you’ll ever meet. Ready to run for the hills yet?”

Kit watched as Bruce shifted in his seat, “You seem very certain that I’m going to run.”

“Any sane man would, especially billionaire playboys.”

His lips quirked upwards, “Open the bond.”

“Excuse me?”

“Open the bond. Close your eyes, and focus on that little tugging sensation.” Slowly Kit closed her eyes. The sensation was in her stomach, a metaphysical bond that she had to open. Slowly, she took a deep breath, and then she concentrated. The feelings that came through were ones of certainty and love. It was hard to describe the exact feeling, but it was as though he was wrapping his arms around her, and burying her in warmth.

Taking a deep breath, Kit opened her eyes. Turning her head, she saw that his eyes were closed, and he was holding her hand, and his fingers were laced with hers. Slowly, his eyes opened and he met her gaze. With a sigh Kit declared, “You’re insane.”

He smiled, “Alfred would probably agree with you.”

Kit shrugged, her grip tightening on his hand, “At least our lives won’t be boring.” When he let out a deep laugh, she melted a bit inside. Over the next several hours they exchanged little tidbits of information. Neither was particularly interested in sharing anything big. Enough milestones had taken place that night.

Eventually, the surgeon came out and gave the good news. Seth would be fine. The surgery had stopped the internal bleeding, and they’d fixed his collapsed lung. He still had a concussion and a broken leg to deal with. He’d be waking up soon, which left Kit stuck between a hard place and a rock.

She had two younger siblings, at home, fast asleep with a babysitter who had to be to work soon. Then she had a gravely injured, idiot of a brother in the hospital who also needed her.

“Care to share what you’re thinking?”

Kit turned to face Bruce, “I was wondering if you had enough money to clone me so that I could be at home with the younger two and here with the idiot?”

Bruce’s grin scared her a bit, “I can do one better. I can have Alfred go over.”

Kit’s eyes went wide, “No. Nononononono. You are not sending that sweet, old man to my apartment to deal with those terrors.”

The grin never left Bruce’s face, “He dealt with me, he can handle them. What choice do we have?”

“A SWAT team?”

“Katherine,” Kit wondered about the use of her whole name for a minute before he continued, “I don’t have a SWAT team. I have an Alfred, who to be honest, could probably out do the SWAT team.”

Kit slumped in her chair before waving him off to make the call. A little while later, they were allowed into Seth’s room. They were each given a reclining chair, and Kit was out within minutes.

Bruce watched her sleep. She snored lightly, and tended to toss and turn in the chair. He was still wide awake. His schedule was odd, and he was used to staying up late. It came with the territory of protecting Gotham. He stalled for a minute at the realization that he was going to have to have that conversation with her at some point. The poor woman was already tired and stressed out, but in time, he was hoping to ease that burden for her.

The cause of said stress, or at least a third of it, opened his eyes, and Bruce met the boy’s gaze. He was on so many painkillers, he doubted the kid would remember anything for a few days. But Bruce needed to make something very clear. He moved from his chair to the bed, and took a seat on the edge.

He met the boy’s gaze head on, and saw what worried his sister there. His eyes were filled anger and sadness. And beneath that, Bruce saw guilt. Leaning forward he kept his voice low, “You will not do that again. It was a stupid and selfish choice that nearly got you and your sister killed. You will not do it again.”

Anger took over the boy’s gaze, “Not dad.” He slurred.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, “You’re right. I’m not your dad. I’m your sister’s soulmate, and the one who took out your would be killer. That makes me your brother, and your new warden. And if you put Katharine through that again, I will personally make sure you don’t leave the house without some sort of tracker or bodyguard until you’re eighteen.”

Bruce watched the realization bloom on the boy’s face, right as the medicine took him back under. Bruce had no doubt they’d have that conversation again, but he was serious. He’d protect Katherine and her family, because they were his family now too.

anonymous asked:

Confirmed Even has a little brother and sister and they're 5 and 8 years old and he is their biggest hero,, and one day Even can't babysit so he enlists Isak to do it and Isak is kinda worried about it since he thinks he isn't great with kids but then Even comes home from a long day to find Isak and his siblings asleep curled up together watching tv, with a kid's book open on the couch beside them and burnt cookies on the table that Isak tried to make for them sorry bye


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"Why isnt she taking a nap!? I need a nap!"

Percy was cranky - cranky enough to act like he was the four year old instead of his little sister jumping up and down on her bed. He pouted as he sat on the edge of the mattress, bouncing a little with every leap she made.

“No sleep! No sleep! No sleep! No sleep!” Hannah sang, like it was a mantra of the Toddler Rebellion.

He had tried everything short of tying her to the bed - from turning on some soft music, giving her a warm glass of milk to drink, to (trying to) read to her. None of it worked, and Percy was about ready to give up.

It was only then that Annabeth appeared, like an angel on high, looking slightly amused with the way her lips coiled when she saw him and his failure.

“What do we have here?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe to Hannah’s bedroom.

“Awake! Awake! Awake!” Hannah scream-sang.

Percy’s voice cracked. “Why isn’t she taking her nap? Because when she takes her nap, I take my nap!” His head jostled when Hannah clutched him by the shirt, demanding that he jump with her.

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anonymous asked:

when jj proposes to isabella, no one at the party looks like her. that makes me think that for whatever reason, she has a small family. one day when theyre watching the end of some disney movie, long past all of jjs siblings have fallen asleep on the couch next to jj or on the floor with bella, she casually mentions how she's always wanted a big family, but she never got to meet hers. jj slides down next to her, and softly asks to take her last name to show that hes her family now. She accepts ❤


[nods from the council]




Wind and Words

Hi peeps I AM BACk this a piece that was requested last night by @adolescenceoxygen and here you gooo

-It’s pronounced Duh-NAIR-iss, not Deneis, like you chew it up.-

-Duh… Nei… Now I feel bad for avoiding my High Valyrian lessons.-

-You’ll learn eventually.-

-Can I plainly simply call you Dany? Or darling?-

-If we’re going to have an affair that’s going to make people look at me as if I murdered their child, you need to learn how to pronounce my name.-

He laid down on their bed.

-Seven hells.-


Jon and Daenerys were in the small cabin of the ship where he was resting several weeks ago after almost freezing to death. The furs were draped comfortably over her lap, leaving the top part of her body bare, and her soft silver hair tumbling down her shoulders. She was beautiful, and her eyes were kind. He used to read tales of the Targaryens and their dragons, they seemed almighty and the tales of their beauty annoyed him in particular, considering how much he was puzzled by their might and powers, he thought how unjust it is for them to be beautiful too. He had read the tales of Rhaneyra’s sultriness, Rhaenys’ elegance and Shiera Seastar’s divine beauty, but to a little boy, those wore only words. Words of a time long gone, of people he thought he’d never see, yet here he was, admiring the beauty of Daenerys Targaryen. The curve of her lips looked just like a heart, her eyes were the shade of flowers he’d see maybe once a year, when it’s the warmest. But her hair… He’d seen many blonde women over the years. They all had almost yellow hair, but hers was the color the palest gold or silver.

She moved her head slightly, the silvery curtain following.

-Jon? Is everything all right?-

He snapped out his trance.

-Yes, it is. Daenerys.-

-You almost pronounced it right. - She softly grazed his stomach with her fingers, soft and simple strokes, barely touching his scars.

-Were you cold?-

-I’m almost always cold. What do you mean by it?-

-When you died.-

-Yes, it was very cold. Like a pair of cold hands grabbing you and pushing you downwards.-

She took his hands in hers.

For hands of death are always cold, but a woman’s hands are warm.

He lifted himself from the bed again and took her chin between his fingers, pulling them closer, forehead against forehead.

He kissed her, biting her lower lip, pulling it with his teeth. He let go and she looked at him with fire in her eyes.

-Sometimes I forget you’re a wolf.—

He bit her lip again, this time longer. They made out before they heard a bang on the door.

-Your Graces! We need you upstairs!-

-It’s the middle of the night!-

-It’s urgent!-

-Get dressed, then.-

They were dressing themselves and Dany was searching for her hairpins.

-I have a sudden craving for baked peaches.-

-Baked peaches? Who eats that?-

-People in Essos. They bake them with brown sugar, rum and some other spices, and there’s this amazing sauce left from them… What is wrong with me?-

-You’re probably hungry, love.-

-Probably. - She wrapped herself if one his cloaks.

-Let’s go, we have to do our duty.-

Love is the death of duty, and duty is the death of love.

Jon was seated in the Great Hall, surrounded by his sister, Lords Manderly, Royce, Umber, Glover and Lady Karstark.

-It is my sole intention to join myself in marriage with Queen Daenerys Targaryen.-

-What! - They all shouted in union.

-My King, with all respect, but the North will never accept her as Queen! Think about what her father did to your grandfather and uncle! Remember the dreadful years under the Targaryen scepter! -  said Glover in revolt.

-Jon, we need to talk in private…-

-Your Grace! Do I need to remind you of the Great War?-

-My King, I know that you are in need of a Queen and wife, but a foreign woman will not benefit the North. I have two eligible daughters, Northerners, virgins, well-educated and mannered…-

Glover looked down at Manderly with disgust, but Royce took them to another level.

-The Targaryen woman cannot be trusted! I do not care how many times she has lain with you, perhaps whatever is between her legs has gained her an army…-

Jon slammed his fist on the table.

-My Lord! She is Queen in her own right, do not slander her in my presence.-

Royce bowed his head briefly, and Lady Karstark finally opened her mouth.

-I agree with them, my King. She is a foreigner, and I think it would be smarter if you married one of our own.-

Jon picked up the scroll he was hiding in his table.

-My brother, Robb, legitimized me and gave me the name Stark if he dies. So he did. And here I am.-

-Do I need to remind you what took him to an early grave?-

-This is my final decision. She has two armies, dragons and she gave us dragonglass, asking for nothing in return.-

-So you are marrying for alliance?-

-In a way, yes.-

-Do you have any honor?! Your father must be rolling in his grave now! - Shouted Glover.

-Lord Glover! – screamed Sansa.

-Enough is enough. I am marrying her.-

What is honor compared to a woman’s love?

The tapping of footsteps above him was scarring Jon. The birthing bed was a woman’s battlefield and he was not allowed to approach it. The wives of his advisors, Lady Karstark, Mormont and his sisters were waiting with him. He never dared to think he’d hold a son of his own blood in his arms when he took the black.

-Do you think I should be there with her?-

-No, my King. She has to go through it like every woman.-

And then he heard the love is life screaming. He ran up the stairs, ignoring the shouts and advice of nobility. The midwives curtsied to him and he kneeled to take the Queen’s hand. She was screaming and yelling in pain, her face was pale and covered in a coat of cold sweat, she was grabbing the edge of the bed and trying to get up. Jon realized what she wanted so he propped her up by putting her shoulders on his lap.

The room was a blur. Sounds, colors, people it all melted together until they heard the first scream and gasp of air. The little baby was rosy and wrinkled, its arms and legs kicking. The baby was still attached to the mother, then they severed the umbilical cord and handed it to the new parents.

Jon had never seen a sight so beautiful. He was landscapes out of ice, mountain tops iced with snow and all the beauty nature beyond the Wall has to offer, but nothing could beat the sight in front of him. The woman he loves holding their newborn and crying, kissing it’s head. He kissed the both and the nurse took the boy from her arms and proceed to clean him.

Jon kissed Dany’s hands, lips and eyes and whispered words of thanks and love, she smiled faintly and told him she’s really tired and worn out and that she needs some sleep. They kissed again and the nurse gave the prince to the King, who spent some more time until she drifted off to sleep. She stirred in the bed, stretching her arms.

Jon was staring at his son. He was tiny, he realized it’s been ages since he saw a babe. He only saw Rickon when he was 7 months old, and he doesn’t recall the rest of his siblings. The child was asleep, safe in his father’s arms. Following tradition, he went to present the newborn prince to the lords.

They started clapping and admiring the boy, who opened his deep blue, almost violet eyes for the first time.

-What a blessing… Almost makes us forget about the upcoming war…-

What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms?

Jon was so fond of spring. The warm sun and the fresh flowers, the laughter of people outside, the singing of the birds, but mostly, the faces of his family laughing on the grass. Dany was lying in a bed flowers between their daughters, his sons jumping around and playing with wooden swords and paper dolls, then his youngest approached him and gave him a hug. Dany got up and waved at him to come over, the soft warm spring bringing the long awaited balance.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy,

a little above the surface (chapter 2)

Genre and warnings: angst, romance
Rating: T (for this chapter)
Pairing: rockstar!Namjoon x ex-violinist!reader
Series summary: As far as you were concerned, ex-violinists and highly-acclaimed rock stars weren’t supposed to mix, especially when a certain purple-haired rock star was supposed to just remain in your past.
Word Count: 7.1k
a/n: partly inspired by Uncontrollably Fond

Chapter 1 (M) Chapter 3 (M)

It started when Namjoon was ten.

He was always fond of writing poems, using words that he realized grown-ups used whenever they were discussing about serious things. He would take note of these words, writing them down on his notebook until he would be able to use them for the poems he wrote for school.

However, one day, a teacher asked him how he wrote the poems he made during class. And so, Namjoon decided to tell her about what he did and how he would discover new words everyday just by observing (and listening) what the grown-ups did.

For some reason, he was then ushered into an office where he was made to take a test. Later on, they would discover that his IQ level was at 148. Something that he would be known for the rest of his life.

It was in his second year in middle school when he started to bop along the songs on the radio. But, for some reason, he felt like the poems he would write could acquire a different kind of existence by becoming songs that would change people.

Two days later, he wrote a song that he shared with his classmates. Because their classmates appreciated the songs he made, it became apparent that his music teacher would hear his songs. Said music teacher would then urge him to write more songs, simply to bring out his talent. He would teach the then fourteen-year-old Namjoon how to play the piano and more instruments. Still, the songs Namjoon could write at that time were songs that were suitable for people his age.

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anonymous asked:

Heyyy I love your fics, could u do #19 dialogue prompt with jerejean

Thank you! So I’m the worst and couldn’t discern which list this is from, so I went with the one that said, “You’re right. You don’t need me.” I hope that’s okay! Enjoy!

Coming back from winter break and knowing it was his last semester was stressful in a lot of ways for Jeremy. He had to finish his degree, while fielding options for his future, all while still being the leader the Trojans needed to get through playoffs. In light of this, the one favor Jeremy had asked of the universe was for Jean to have a pleasant holiday and maybe come back from break willing to work with the team. Unfortunately, however, he returned to campus with the same sour attitude and perpetual sneer he always wore.

After a fairly brutal first practice back that left nearly all the strikers limping off the court at Jean’s hands, Jeremy decided he had no choice but to talk to him. The trick would be finding a way to do so without making Jean feel cornered. Thankfully, sharing a room with Jean meant that Jeremy was pretty hard to avoid.

Wanting to deal with the problem quickly, he decided to bring it up to Jean the next night as they sat in their room. “Hey…can we talk?”

Jean straightened up. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No! I mean…not like…” he sighed. “You realize that if all our strikers are injured, we won’t stand a chance this semester, right?”

“I see,” Jean said. “I was just under the impression that your players could handle it.”

Jeremy resisted getting frustrated. “They’re not my players. They’re our teammates. And we all want to win, but we can’t do that if you keep fighting us.”

Jean nodded and thought for a moment. “I don’t know if I can do what you’re asking of me. I don’t think this team and I will ever fit.”

Jeremy gave a half smile. “Unfortunately for you, we’re the only team you’ve got.”

Jean sneered, suddenly defensive. “I don’t need you. I know my worth.”

Jeremy sighed. “You’re right. You don’t need us. But we want you. We think you’re worth fighting for.”

Jean waited a very long moment before sputtering, “Why? I’ve been awful to you.”

Jeremy smiled. “Cause when you decide not to be a dick, you’re loyal and funny and smart. And when you decide to let us in, I have a feeling you’re gonna be a pretty awesome friend.”

Jean answered, “I can’t say I understand, but I hear you. I don’t know how to be a friend, but I would like to try.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes. As long as you understand I may not be able to answer.”

Jeremy nodded. “That’s fair. I just- how did the Ravens win if you were so intent on killing each other all the time?”

Jean sighed. “It’s complicated. We hated each other, but we were all we had. And we obviously didn’t attack each other during games.”

“It sounds lonely.”

In a rare bout of honesty, Jean said, “I suppose it was. But I didn’t know anything else.”

Jeremy smiled. “Well, we’re here to help you figure it out. Just start with not beating the crap out of us, okay?”

Jeremy swore he saw the beginning of a smile on Jean’s face, but kept it to himself to preserve the small peace they had achieved. After a moment, Jean said, “Now you tell me something. It’s only fair.”

Jeremy sat up. “Like what?”

“Tell me about the angriest you’ve ever been.” The unspoken ‘so I can know what to expect’ hung in the air.

Jeremy coughed and began toying with his hands. “It was, uh, when my dad left.” When it became clear Jean wasn’t going to comment, he went on, “I was seventeen. I still don’t know why. All I knew was I came home from school and my mom was crying and he was gone. And everyone else was sad, but I was just…angry. That he would just walk out without even giving us an explanation. Like we weren’t even worth that.”

“What did you do?”

“I got my mom and siblings fed and asleep. And then I punched the wall and cried about it.” When Jean said nothing, Jeremy joked weakly, “Do I pass?”

Jean nodded. “Have you ever punched a person?”

“No, except on the court in high school.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

Jeremy smiled. “I know you’ll share your story with me some day.”

the-gayest-rainbow  asked:

Since he has a big family, I think he is used to share a bed and he misses it, and they agree to sleep together but Lance is usually quiet when he sleep (Because he sleeps with the mask and I think he couldn’t do that if he moves a lot when he sleep because his bed could stain) But the others move too much, and Pidge end up kicking him or something like that and Lance is like “Esto es algo que no extraño, ¡VAYANSE DE MI CAMA!” all mad and yelling just like he yells to his little bros and sis.

UGH YOU JUST HIT ME WITH FEELINGS SO HARD like Lance is still practically asleep but he’s forgotten he’s in space and hasn’t been home in a year… and then Pidge moves again and he wakes up completely.

Homesickness crushes into him. He isn’t where he thought he was. And Pidge lets him cuddle her even though she’s not a touchy person and he is reminded of his siblings and they fall asleep and in the morning Shiro finds them and is like: