that it might just be that which keeps him going

anonymous asked:

I am also a sucker for your top 10 worldbuilding posts so here's another one: top 10 times the media got some TMI on Victor and Yuuri's relationship (and does it include Victor drunkenly revealing they switch to tabloids and Chris' speech at the wedding about where they've done the nasty?)

The wedding was strictly family and friends only so Chris’ speech never got made public (Yuuri would have died if it did!) but there have been several incidents where the media learned a lot more about Viktor and Yuuri than they ever expected.

Top 10 Times The Media Got Some TMI On Victor and Yuuri’s Relationship:

10) Once - when Yuuri was competing in the Four Continents and Viktor was on the side-lines to cheer him on - during the warm up Yuuri was practicing his quad flip over and over to make sure he got it right while Viktor was doing an interview at the side of the rink and the reporter sort of offhandedly mentioned ‘oh, Katsuki has been doing jumps for a while now and he doesn’t even look tired, I guess it must be true that he has really good stamina’ and Viktor just went really dreamy eyed and said ‘yes’ while completely ignoring the interviewer and gazing at Yuuri. And the reporter and the camera man just ended up looking at each other like ‘should we finish the interview or just let him keep daydreaming about his sex life?’

9) During the season after the end of chapter 14 Viktor’s exhibition skate was the Stay Close To Me duet and afterwards one of the reporters asked Yuuri ‘were you ever concerned about doing the lifts during the routine? Were you sure Nikiforov was going to be able to hold your weight or were you worried he might drop you?’. And Yuuri was just like ‘No, I had faith in him and we already knew he could lift me up pretty easily anyway’ which he probably would have gotten away with if he hadn’t proceeded to go bright red afterwards when he realised what he’d said and everyone who watched it was like ‘we kind of really want to know but at the same time we probably really don’t.’

8) After Viktor finally retired he was doing a joint interview with Yuuri and one of the reporters asked him if he was concerned about maintaining his physical condition now that he wasn’t competing anymore because lots of athletes have a hard time adjusting once they stop such vigorous training regimes. And Viktor was just like, ‘I’m sure it won’t be a problem, I’ll still be getting some pretty intense regular exercise even if I’m not training anymore’ and winked at Yuuri and Yuuri started blushing really badly while all the reporters went into minor meltdowns

7) Once they ended up being caught by reporters a few days after Viktor’s birthday when they were out taking the dogs for a walk and it was mostly fine but one of the reporters asked Yuuri what he had given Viktor as a birthday present and they both went bright red and Yuuri sort of mumbled a hurried and fake sounding answer that probably wasn’t even in English and practically sprinted off. No-one ever found out exactly what Viktor’s ‘present’ was but there was a lot of speculation and the general consensus became that Yuuri Katsuki was probably a lot kinkier than anyone ever expected and Viktor Nikiforov was a very lucky guy.  

6) This one came in a series of tweets from a fan who was in an upmarket hotel bar which basically consisted of, ‘oh my god Viktor Nikiforov is in the same bar as I am what should I do?’ ‘He’s sitting alone do you think I should go and talk to him? Would it be weird to ask for his autograph?’ ‘I wonder why Katsuki isn’t with him, it’s the off season I thought they’d be together’ ‘Oh my god I just noticed he isn’t wearing his ring what does this mean?’ ‘He just started to talk to a guy who sat down next to him and he’s being really flirty oh my god.’ ‘Is Viktor Nikiforov having an affair????’ ‘Help, red alert I’ve just seen Viktor Nikiforov in a bar chatting up some random guy without his ring on what do I do?’ ‘Oh wait a minute the guy he was talking to just turned around and it turns out it was actually Katsuki after all. Panic over.’ ‘Wait a minute Katsuki isn’t wearing his ring either, they can’t have both lost them at the same time can they?’ ‘They’re acting really weirdly though and they’re dressed differently too I’m confused but I don’t want to interrupt’ *several minutes pause* ‘Well something I definitely didn’t expect to happen tonight was finding out that Katsuki and Nikiforov are apparently into role play but you learn something new every day.’

5) After being apart for a long time during the skating season they finally reunited at an airport and it was all very dramatic and Viktor ended up kissing Yuuri really passionately for a really long time. And when they broke away Yuuri was like ‘that reminded me of our first kiss, after the competition in Saitama.’ And Viktor was like ‘I did a lot more than just kiss you then solnyshko’ being all sly and flirty and then they both sort of froze as they realised that A) they were in a very public airport which is not a good place to be heavily flirting even if you have been apart for several months and B ) Several people were not so discreetly filming them. And that was how the world learned exactly when and where Viktor and Yuuri got it on for the first time.

4) During the four continents after they first got together Viktor ended up doing the thing in he did in the anime where he tied Yuuri’s laces and kissed his skates while being there to support him. And at that point their public relationship was still only a few months old so while the reaction was mainly positive there were still some assholes who were salty about the whole thing including one trashy tabloid reporter who cornered Yuuri after his skate who was obviously a die-hard Viktor fan and didn’t like him or their relationship at all. And while Yuuri is usually quiet and shy and likes to keep as much about their relationship private as he can because he doesn’t want the world butting in, he also is absolutely savage when he wants to be and after going through so much to finally get together with Viktor he is not willing to take any shit from anyone. So the reporter was being really bitchy and asking questions like ‘don’t you think it’s a bit degrading to make Viktor Nikiforov get down on his knees for you?’ and Yuuri just really calmly said ‘not really, he likes it too much’, smiled and walked away. The video clip of it happening has several million views.

3) At one point Viktor and Yuuri were on the beach at Hasetsu and Viktor took a picture of Yuuri in his boxers (they had forgotten their swimming stuff but got too hot and went to cool off in the sea) and nothing else while laughing on the beach. And while 99.9% of the comments were all along the lines of ‘goddamn’, ‘please step on me’ and ‘Yuuri Katsuki with his shirt off is a gift to humanity’ there were a couple off assholes who were commenting on the stretch marks on Yuuri’s thighs. Because he was a naturally chubby kid with a lot of puppy fat and went from that to a lean athletic teenager in a very short space of time so he has them although they’re not that noticeable. And Viktor doesn’t usually care when people are rude to him online because there are always a few shitty people out there but it really pisses him off when someone insults Yuuri. So when someone tweeted him like ‘you’re really hot, why do you bother with someone with ugly stretch marks like Katsuki?’ he responds with ‘I love every part of my boyfriend including his marks. I especially like to kiss them every night when his thighs are wrapped round my head.’ which pretty much shut all the haters up there and then. Yuuri hit him with a pillow for it afterwards but he was secretly kind of pleased.

2) The day after one of the major competitions Yuuri was giving an interview and the interviewer asked ‘now that the competition is over has the tiredness set in yet and are you ready to go home or are you still riding high on the adrenaline from last night?’ and Chris, who happened to be walking past at that moment, was just like ‘well he was certainly riding something last night but it wasn’t the adrenaline.’ Yuuri’s expression after he said it became a popular reaction picture for when someone looks like they physically want to die of embarrassment.

1) The incident I mentioned in a previous ask where a tipsy Viktor ends up getting interviewed by a tabloid reporter when his tongue is looser than usual so when she asks ‘are you the top or the bottom in your relationship’ aka the question everyone else wanted to ask but was way too polite and respectful to, he just winked and said ‘why pick just one.’ And that was how the world found out that Viktor and Yuuri switch.

all about misunderstandings

okay so I think that this season what people are going to learn most is going to be how to communicate and I just wanted to share my thoughts. 

Originally posted by vildemohns

Let’s start with Sana, as she’s the main… Sana isn’t communicating her feelings and thoughts to the people around her:

- She doesn’t tell the girl squad (and specifically Vilde) that the things they do are bothering her / plain out micro-aggressions. Because of her silence the girls think that their behavior isn’t problematic, so Sana’s borders aren’t clear, which leads to misunderstandings. 

- Sana doesn’t tell Noora about her crush on Yousef and instead lies and deflects Noora’s attempts to learn more about about Yousef, etc. Sana not communicating about her crush is already creating misunderstandings and creates situations where the girl squad acts in a way that is (unintentionally) hurtful to their friend. 

- my theory that Sana is going to distance herself from Yousef now instead of possibly talking about it with him which once again will cause misunderstandings because Yousef is going to notice and connect her taking distance with what he said and think she’s not interested anymore while that might not be true at all.

Sana is such a closed off person and because she doesn’t communicate that is influencing everyone around her which is also something we see in the trailer with the chain reaction. 

Originally posted by kylos

Then there’s Noora who isn’t communicating about what happened in London. She’s avoiding the topic and although it’s clear something happened she’s just talking about it and instead keeps it in. Her friends don’t have all the information and again this can leads to misunderstandings. 

Opposite to that you have her friends knowing Dickhelm has a girlfriend, while Noora is going on and on about how they are going to be end game. The girl squad not telling her friend, because they’re afraid of hurting her is already influencing their friend who probably would have an easier time moving on if she had all the information. 

Originally posted by sanasvilde

Vilde doesn’t communicate either, not about what matters anyway. She keeps saying her mom is doing wine tastings etc and now Sana called her out on that it’s clear there’s more behind it than we might have original thought. But again Vilde isn’t communicating and instead overcompensating about other parts of her life like her relationship with Magnus.

And now, with Sana calling her out on stuff it’s obvious something is brewing between them. But, instead of communicating and talking through their feelings both girls are being passive aggressive towards each other. This is going to blow up soon. 

Originally posted by skamedits

And then…. Even not communicating with Isak which can also lead to misunderstandings because Isak knows there’s something bad. Don’t get me wrong, I think Even has every right not to tell Isak, but the fact he’s not sharing it and Isak has figured out there’s a connection between Sana and Mikael is making it grow in Isak’s head. Like I’m pretty sure that by now a thousand different scenarios have gone through that boys head. And because of that he might misunderstand Even and the situation. And that can hurt Even in the end too, even with Isak by his side. 

In many ways Even and Sana are very much the same, but most notably they share the same trait of having difficulty communicating what’s going on in their heads with the people who love them. They’re both scared of people judging them in one way or another and we’re seeing this play out on screen pretty well already. 

All of this ties back to the song in the trailer: so many misunderstanding are forming/have formed already and it’s all because they’re not communicating with each other, which would help all of them so so much. 

anonymous asked:

Imagine Nursey is touch-starved, but a little insecure about it and Dex is uncomfortable with PDA (It's none of their damn business anyway)

Hey, I… carried away. Here is 2.5k of NurseyDex cuddling! Hope you enjoy!

- c.g.

Dex had resolved upon his return to Samwell for his sophomore year to give Derek a chance.

They’d finally had the impending blowout that’d been building all year, and it had been… revealing, challenging.

Things had been said on both sides that were – not worth dwelling on. But, some of what Derek had said, voice raw, hair disheveled, eyes raging, no veneer of “chill” to be found, had been a wakeup call:

  • Will had a temper
  • Will shut people out - his classmates, his teammates, even his friends
  • Will seemed to openly support policy-makers that would keep his friends living in the margins
  • Will could do this because, whether he decided to own up to his bi-curiosity or not, Will was a white man

And while he’d called Nursey out on being a judgmental asshole, he’d also been a little floored by how raw, how hurt Nurse had seemed by Will’s standoffishness (dislike). It was jarring to realize that anything that he did even mattered to his d-man. He himself had been frustrated by Derek’s almost immediate disapproval, but everything about Mr. Andover-Manhattan had seemed to scream unshakable nonchalance.

But, by the end of their argument Dex had seen mirrored in Nursey’s eyes the same frustrating desire to be acknowledged and accepted that he was all too used to wrestling with himself. It was clear that Nursey had just had more practice hiding it than Dex had ever had to learn.

That look had pricked at Will’s conscience throughout the summer. Even after he’d apologized, he knew that something was going to have to change. He couldn’t justify causing anyone to feel self-conscious or unvalued, not if he was aware of it and could do something about it.

So, Dex had decided to just try with Nurse this year.

It meant he spent more time watching Nursey. Derek Nurse, he’d realized, would never willingly give away a weakness if he could (relatable, actually). So, if he was going to keep from losing his temper with Derek, he’d have to watch him. Watch for the glint in his eye that meant he was joking. Watch for the crease between his brows that meant he was tired. Watch for the biting of his thumb which meant he was nervous. Just watch him for any little sign of humanity that might make him make sense.

That’s why he noticed it:

  • The longing looks as Ransom and Holster snuggled…everywhere
  • The bittersweet edge to his smile when Shitty swooped Jack into an epic celly hug
  • The disappointment when Chowder pulled away during couch time to go hang out with Farmer

Dex, used to being around his own large and tactile family, recognized that familiar, touch-starved itch when he saw it.

It nearly drove him crazy last year, but his oldest sister had come down a few times for business and insisted on squeezing in as many sibling snuggles as she could.

But, Nursey doesn’t have siblings, and – as awesome and supportive as their team can be – it’s pretty clear that Derek’s not getting what he needs there, and that he’s likely too shy to ask.

Luckily for Derek, Dex’s sister doesn’t have a business trip planned for another few months and Dex, well, he likes efficiency. With one act he can 1.) stop watching Derek mope, 2.) meet his own snuggling quota 3.) maybe start mending the breach between them.

A year of roadies, shared classes, and group texting has taught him that Friday at noon is pretty universally acknowledged as NapTime™, at least among the SMH.

So, at 11:40, Dex changes into his softest sweats, his fuzziest socks, and the pre-laundered double-blended SMH tee he knows Bitty helped Lardo pick out, and heads over to Nurses dorm.

His timing is impeccable.

Nursey answers the door already groggy and cotton-clad. Dex barely gives him time to voice his confused query before pushing him backwards through the door.

“Dex, man, what the hell?”

Dex doesn’t even pause, just plops himself onto Nursey’s bed and starts pulling off his shoes.

“NapTime™, Nursey.”

After getting both shoes off and tucked neatly under the bed, Dex takes off his hoodie and throws it over the back of the chair by the desk.

“Yes, it is NapTime™. And you are here.”

Dex steals himself and looks up, meets Nursey’s very sleepy, very confused eyes. His lips twitch as he takes in the chill-less pout on his d-man’s face.

“Yes, Derek. To sleep.” He says it slowly. Nursey’s eyes narrow at the insinuation that he’s somehow the lost party here.

Dex merely shrugs and kicks his feet up onto the bed, laces his fingers behind his head and stares Nursey down.

He’s left Derek room on the inside of the bed, but the narrow twin bed the dorm’s come with mean that the only way they’re both fitting is for grade A snuggling.

Derek’s pout deepens as he tries to process what’s happening here, but Dex can see that either the invitation or the need to sleep is quickly superseding Derek’s needs for answers.

“This isn’t… You’re not gonna like… Gah – You did come over here to sleep in my bed, right?”

Dex nods.

“And this isn’t a prank?”

“No, man.”

Derek’s eyes flick over Dex’s face before he nods and shuffles toward the bed.

“I don’t know what’s happening here, but you forfeited chirping rights when you crawled in my bed. And judgement. You don’t get to judge me for –” he waves his hands around ineffectually. His eyes are already starting to close again.

“Yeah, ok. No judging. Now, get in bed.” Dex tugs at Nursey’s shirt, and Nursey stumbles and then tumbles over and onto Dex. And, instead of shifting over and away, snuggles further into Dex’s shoulder.

“No judging,” he hears Nursey mumble into his shoulder.

Dex sighs, content, and pulls his other hand from under Derek to sink into Nursey’s curls.

“Good night, Nurse.”

Dex wakes up to the feeling of Nursey attempting to burrow even further into him, burying his head even further into the crook under Dex’s chin.

“Settle down,” Dex grumbles.

His only reply is a groan and a tightening of Nurse’s arms around him. His sighs, content, briefly believing he be able to settle back into sleep. However, it takes less than a moment to understand why Nurse had been trying to hide away.

“You gotta get it. Alarm’s just gonna keep ringing.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Me neither, but you set it for a reason.”

“Mmm. Study group.”

“For your chemistry class. You gotta go.”

Dex feels more than sees Nurse’s head pop up. He rests his chiseled (read: bony) chin on Dex’s chest.

“You’ve got that project due soon.”

“I know that. Why do you?”

“Because you’ve been whining about it in the group text. A lot.”

Nursey’s still in that sleep-vulnerable place where emotions flit unchecked across his face. Dex watches the surprise play out over Derek’s face, his green eyes finally narrowing.

“You never read the group text.”

“Wrong,” Dex clears his throat. “I never talk in the group text.”

“Mmm,” Dex can feel Nursey’s hum vibrating through his own chest. “So you’ve been lurking. Like a creep.”

And in the space of a three words Dex can feel the familiar burn of his own temper rising up. His cheeks burn. He’s not a fucking creep. The group just moves so fast sometimes, and the jokes get so barbed or so obscure that –

“Just like Jack, man.” Derek’s finally dislodged his bony chin from Dex’s chest to nuzzle one last time into Dex’s shoulder. “Just quietly collecting info on everyone only to come out of the blue with a wicked burn when least expected.”

Derek’s body unfurls into one long stretch that presses along Will’s side before he pushes himself up from the bed, a grin flashing across his face as he starts swapping out his sweats for jeans.

“Respect, man.”

Dex watches from the bed as Nursey pulls his oversized t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. He shakes his head as he rifles around his dressers. The muscles of his back pull and bunch under bronze skin.

“Who fucking knew,” he hears Derek say, almost under his breath. “Will Poindexter, man of fucking mystery.”

Ridiculously chiseled abs disappear under a tight, white t-shirt. The t-shirt disappears under what’s surely a ridiculously expensive flannel.

Derek turns back to the bed where Dex has…..ridiculously been staring….unmoving.

“Feel free to stay as long as you want, man,” Derek says. He runs a hand through his curls. His shirt rises; he pulls it back down, covering the cut V of his hips over his jeans. “The door locks on its own.”

He spins, hip checks the dresser, curses, and grabs his bag.

“The door’s self-locking. And. Um. Thanks for the nap.”

Said door slams behind him.

Shared NapTime™ becomes a Thing.

The week after their first nap is tense. He keeps expecting Chowder to come flail at him about his mad cuddling skills or Holster to come clap him on the shoulder and ask if he can join NapTime™, too. But no one does.

He’s aware of Nursey’s eyes on him like they’ve never really been before, following him with a furrowed brow, probably waiting for the other shoe to drop, too.

But it never does.

And at 11:40 on Friday Dex knocks on Nursey’s door. He’s jumpy. Sleep-fuzzy, but antsy, bouncing on his feet.

“I can leave if you don’t want to,” Dex offers.

“Don’t. I mean – I want to. I don’t know why you want to, but –” Derek pulls his door further open.

Dex walks past, shedding his hoodie. It’d gotten overly warm last time.

“It’s simple, Nurse. I need sleep. You need sleep. There’s this bed here.” Dex pulls his shoes off.

“We’re gonna ignore the part where you have your own bed?”

Dex lies down and tugs on Nursey’s t-shirt, so he does the tumble-cuddle down onto the bed.

“Mmhmm,” he hums. “We’re ignoring it.”

Derek tosses a leg over one of Dex’s and throws an arm around his waist, tucks his head into Dex’s shoulder and relaxes.

“Whatever, man. Man of mystery.” He giggles to himself before quieting down to sleep.  

And so, yeah, they nap.

Once a week at first, and then more frequently as hockey season starts up rife with intense practices, games, and roadies.

It’s their secret. A private indulgence that slowly starts to inform their public interactions. Nothing crazy just:

  • You don’t hold grudges against the dude whose curls you plan on finger-combing later
  • You don’t pick petty fights with your bro when there’s soothing back-scratches on the line
  • You speak up when you’re confused about a biting joke when it seems at odds with the soft smiles you’ve been accustomed to waking up to
  • You check in when you notice stress tensing your d-man’s shoulders
  • You develop little inside jokes when you’re stumbling sleepily around each other’s rooms, tripping over discarded sweats and shoes
  • You accept a profile on his Netflix account when –

Listen, needless to say, Nursey becomes a friend – an adorably cuddly friend. Who turns out to be a complete dork. He was bashful smiles and sleep mussed hair. All cheesy lines (when not penning lines of poetry that send goosebumps up Dex’s arms) and clumsy limbs. It was revelatory to realize Nursey spent so much time artfully reclined because he could not keep himself upright and uninjured off the ice. It was probably to balance out his perfect fucking face.

Which…was not a problem for Dex. Not at all.

Nursey stumbles from Dex’s en suite (one of the few perks of living in the Honors’ dorm) and tumbles to the bed. Dex watches as Nursey kicks his sweats, long legs flail - flexing hard-won muscle. He flops when he’s finally gotten the last bit of fabric from around his ankle.

It’s clear that the last round of all-nighters and finals has left Nurse wiped.

“Deeeeex,” this can only be classified as a whine.

Dex smiles, but turns back to his laptop before he can succumb to the temptation behind him. Nursey may be finished with his all-nighters, but Dex still has one more in front of him.

“No can do, Der. One more project, and then I’m yours.”

Derek groans, but Dex hears him roll over and settle in anyway.

Dex stretches and gets to it.

He’s still got a blessed few hours before the sun rises when he finally crawls in bed. Nursey is deliciously sleep-warm and Dex curls right around him.

He’s met with an appreciative moan as Derek rolls over.

It’s customary. Derek sleeps on his belly – well, half on top of Dex – and usually flings an arm or leg (both, it’s usually both) over Dex.

What’s not customary:

“Babe,” Derek murmurs, pulling Dex in close. Derek’s hand sweeps up Dex’s side, caresses his neck, before burying itself into Dex’s hair.

Dex finds himself curled onto his side, Nursey’s leg wedged between his own.

“Will,” Nursey groans. Dex breathes the word in on Nursey’s breath. Nursey’s fingers combing through his hair send a shiver down his spine that leave him pressed closer to Derek.

“Missed you.” These – these words are pressed into his mouth. Derek’s perfect mouth brushes against Dex’s with a sweet, aching softness before –


“Fuck!” Dex screams, curling around his balls. “Dammit, Nurse. Stop flailing. Shit. Stop. Stop it. Please. Just – give me a minute, yeah. But. Just chill for a sec, yeah?”

Nursey stops moving, finally. When will catches his breath, what he finds breaks his heart a little.

Derek’s curled himself into the smallest space he can, back against the wall, clearly trying not to touch Dex at all. He’s got his thumbnail between his teeth and, goodness, there’s fear in his mossy eyes.

“Derek, you gotta come here, ok. I’m sore and sleepy, and just, will you come here, please.”

“Will – Dex – shit. I’m sor–”

“Stop. Derek. You can apologize if it’s not something you want, and there’s some other Will-Dex you were thinking of. But, you know, on the off chance it was me – come here, dammit.”

Nursey crawls over to lean just over Dex.

Gosh, he’s adorable.

Dex reaches up, sinking a hand into Derek’s hair.

“Dex, bro, I –” Derek’s face sinks into an anxious pout. “You’re a really good cuddler. And hot. And your body. Shit bro, I’ve been trying to be good, but – don’t hate me?”

Dex huffs a laugh before forcefully rolling them over, careful to avoid Nursey’s knees.

“I gave up hating you, like, a whole 6 months ago. Keep up, Derek.”

Dex kisses the growing smile from Nursey’s face. His mouth opens beautifully, and for a time there’s nothing but the obscene slick and slide of Derek’s mouth, his tongue, and teeth.

It’s – god, it’s fucking good. But.

He presses his forehead to Nursey’s and revels in the feel of Derek’s hands roaming under shirt. Skin to skin.

“You’ve no idea how much I want to follow this to it’s natural end, bro, but – NapTime™ first?”

Dex grins.

“Mmhmm. Sleep first. This,” he presses a kiss to Derek’s forehead as they settle in. “This after.”


Hello there. I was bored last night so i decided to make a Thomas Sanders AU where the Anxiety, Princey, Logic, and Morality had switched places. I have not seen if anyone has done this yet, I looked, and if anyone has, think of this as my own take on this idea and enjoy it if you like.

Here is the info I have made as well about the switched versions of the personalities.

Sanders Switch AU

Prince switches with Anxiety

Logic switches with Morality

Anxiety: Anxiety would still be Thomas anxiety, fears and worries, but he would be a bit brighter and try to think positively and put some creative thoughts to help him worry less. He would be a bit shy and quiet, but also happy to help. Unlike real Anxiety, Switch Anxiety would wear white and be less grumpy about every situation,and would in fact enjoy the company of the others, Except Princey still.

Princey: Prince would become a dark prince who takes dreams and creations and makes them darker. He would be like the dark evil version of Prince. Like normal Anxiety, he would enjoy the darker side of Disney, using villains for inspiration instead of the heros. What ever ideas he would come up with would be dark and sometime a bit much, normally heading to the creepy side of creativity. Interactions with the others tends to get very awkward, and switch Prince even tends to bully switch Anxiety, possibly causing one of the many reasons why switch Anxiety is shyer then his normal dopleganger.

Logic: Logic would still be very smart, but would have more emotions. Having all these emotions gives him more of a better hold on how thomas and the others could and are feeling and can use his reasoning and facts to keep them all happy and help them with any issues they might be having. Unlike normal Logic, Switch Logic wold enjoy the dad jokes Thomas loves, and even try to make some his self, which takes the place of Morality in the joke department.

Morality: Morality would be numb to his emotions and would look just bored about any situation going on. As a father figure, he wouldn’t be as good at being a comforting and loving dad like normal Morality, and certainly wouldn’t enjoy is love of dad jokes, which leaves switch Logic to make up for the jokes. instead of using his emotions to help with any situation, he would just complain as to why he would need to help in the first place and when he does try to help, its half witted and normally would lack any motivation or gusto . Along with this, switch Morality would be the one getting annoyed by the mushy feelings and by switch Logic.

As for how these switch versions would change Thomas, that i have no idea. Maybe they won’t. He could very well have these opposite versions of his personalities, but that doesn’t mean he would really change. Or maybe he would. He could think darker thoughts since Prince is the dark one. This is the part of the AU that can be open for interpretation, because with these changes, who would know how Thomas would act.

yorktown s/o headcanons

could you do some more poly!yorktown + reader headcanons, please??? it could be about anything!! (i.e. All going to one store&shaving to keep track, how dates go, fluff, going to the beach, etc) !!!! THANKSM

boss’ memo : yes, i can ! i hope you guys find these okay ! :0

  • the most interesting thing all of you could do is go to the store together, being honest,
    • alex has fifty coupons and is extremely specific about what food items he wants,, ”no it’s gotta be the third milk from the bottom”
      “alex please”
      • half way through the trip, alex is going to be filled with a desire to ride in the grocery cart. do not let him, because he won’t know how to climb out without tipping the cart over and one of the other boys will have to pick him up and carry him out
      • he will get grumpy as a result and will probably go to you,, he’ll sulk, for a bit, but while he does, he’ll hold your hand as you walk around
      • (and he’ll likely suggest stuff that you could maybe buy? please?)
    • john’s doing his best to parse george’s handwriting on the list (because you all need a list, being honest) while hercules pushes the cart and sneaks other stuff in (and lafayette removes stuff because he thinks they’re going to go over budget)
      • speaking of lafayette, keep an eye on him as he may start snacking on dry cereal
        • (or just ask herc to keep an eye on him)
    • george disappears the first few minutes and suddenly returns holding his own bag with nearly every item on the list john has–of which he places in the cart and after emptying the bag, he will go off again to find more stuff,,,
      • if you guys decide to go off the list and he’s already technically collected the Essential Ingredients, he’s gonna hang around. might try and convince you to get some sort of baked goods…
      • at this point you’ll essentially have alex and george trying to coax you into taking their sides, so when they start that up, leaving is suggested
    • john will want to carry all the bags
      • don’t let him but also don’t fight him, either
      • hercules may end up carrying john + his groceries
  • and here’s how this polyam squad came to be–
    • you meet hercules one early morning in the park,, he’s relaxing on the grass and knitting and he compliments you on your clothes, causing the two of you to get into a conversation. he also walks you home, as you mention to him that you think someone might be following you and he nods, ready to do anything if it’ll help you feel safer. this becomes a routine of sorts for the two of you. one day, while the two of you are sitting down together, he kinda blurts out that he may or may not adore you? and you’re quiet, for a moment (as people who have been suddenly confessed to tend to be) and this causes a panic in him, so he puts his needles down and starts trying to explain himself. he tells you that he’s also with two people and he understands if this bothers you or makes you uncomfortable and when he’s mostly done talking (more so rambling at this point) you end up pretty much climbing into his lap and smothering him with kisses.
    • honestly lafayette takes one look at you–wearing a scarf from hercules to hide the marks on your neck, all flustered to meet him–and then eyes hercules’ expression of, ‘aren’t they the most adorable person you’ve ever seen?’ and he can’t help but let out a sigh and cover his mouth with one hand to hide his smile. herc is right. you’re absolutely precious, and he kind of sort of really wants you, oops. he’s half laughing at himself for falling so quickly for you as he tells hercules… all while unaware that you can hear him.
    • john’s already aware of what’s going to happen, he’s just unsure of how or when it’s gonna happen. he’s a pretty self aware guy and he’s not going to deny that when he starts noticing himself looking at you to see if you’ll give him one of your incredible smiles after he cracks a joke, he gets the idea of what’s going on. one of the things that the two of you enjoy doing is telling each other, “fight me”, and you’re going back and forth on it together before the following exchange happens:
      “fight me”
      “fight me
      “fight me”
      “fight me
      “kiss me”
    • alex, for the most part, isn’t the best actor at pretending that he’s not jealous that four of his friends are in a relationship and he isn’t. he knows that you can’t really control attraction, but it still causes him frustration until he can’t take it anymore and asks for all of you to meet him at a cafe / bar. alex arrives after you all do, and looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him, he puffs up his chest and finally admits that he adores all four of you with every fiber of his being and he understands if you don’t return his affections but every second where he doesn’t confess is destroying him. … needless to say, he’s never received so many smooches in such a short amount of time.
    • you’ve actually known george longer than you’ve known herc, and the two of you aren’t super close, but he’s always kind of standoffish around you? he’s never in the room with you for long, and there’s times where he trips over his words and then makes eye contact with you and promptly leaves. you’re quite surprised when lafayette and alex inform you of how they feel towards him, and if they could start a relationship with him? provided you and the others don’t mind,,
      • george loves you. he’s kinda always loved you, but he’s okay with just leaving this at pining,, he’s too shy to express his feelings, though. you’re the last person he gets into a relationship with and it just happens that he calls you into his office and won’t look at you the entire time as he tries to articulate how he feels,, (the others assured him you share his feelings. give him smooches and make sure by the time you’re done, there’s no doubt in his mind at all)
United Airlines controversy Hot Take™

First off, I want you to watch this video about the UC Davis Pepper Spray incident.

The cops were actively trying to leave before the students tried to stop them, threatened to stop “protesting peacefully”, and tried to keep them from getting their prisoners out of there safely. They weren’t just innocent kids minding their own business when the cruel, capsaicin-laced jackboot of The Man came down on them.

But most people saw the edited video first, which is just the pepper spray. Without the context, the cops look like the bad guys. I’ve seen people look at the full video and do logical backflips to make the evidence fit into their first impressions. These people use “peaceful protesters” a lot, even when they’re looking at the protestors openly threatening violence*.

So now you may be wondering “I see where you’re going here.Why do people keep saying the guy who got thrown off was a doctor? What does that have to do with anything?”

Well, a cynical person might think “well, that makes him seem more important”. Not true in this case. The doc said he couldn’t give up the seat because he had patients to see in the morning.

Seems reasonable. Except, wait; how would United actually confirm this?

Say he shows them emails on his phone. Those could be faked. And I’m not sure he could legally show them anyway, because they probably involve confidential medical records. And even if he did have patients, he could reschedule or give them to another doctor. United can’t be sure.

Now, did United have the right to do this? As I understand it, yes, yes they do. Because airlines apparently reserve the right to boot people off of planes, within certain restrictions (like compensation). Also, all legitimate instructions from cabin crew have to be obeyed, legally speaking.

Overbooking? Completely standard. Involuntary bumping? Over 100 a day.

So, injuries. Looks…looks pretty bad, honestly.

Unless you know that injuries, by definition, usually happen in a fight. Such as three dudes trained to subdue people engaging a middle-aged man in close-quarters with lots of hard edges around.

It’s like starting a fistfight on a park bench. And the bench is in your bathroom.

Specifically, the shower.

Maybe… maybe it’s just me, but I think that when cops come to physically remove me from the plane, I’d realize that I’m down to two choices.

1. Go quietly and get the first plane I can.
2. Physically resist, and be even later than the first option, because I’m in a hospital or a jail cell.

Our pal decided to go with door number 2.

Funny how no one seems to be talking about the fact that he tried to resist being taken off the plane. Even though it’s clearly on the video, no editing required.


Everyone is outraged for a week, makes a few memes, then gets over it. United loses stock price, for a while, then rebounds. Any legal action runs straight into a wall of expensive lawyers. United settles to make it go away, some thinkpieces blame this on Trump, and

The only reason this is news is because there was a video. If you want to complain, blame the rules and regulations that allow airlines to bump people off their planes in the first place. Blame overbooking. Blame thin profit margins. 

Blame the guy who refused to leave, even when the writing was on the fuselage wall.

Growing Up Batty: Part 2

Prompt: really love your Damian Wayne series! I was wondering if you are willing to do another Damian series where he’s around 13 and Bruce forces Damian to go to school and he has to face what is it like being in middle school with the help of his brothers and he starts to develop feelings for the reader and they get really close and Damian tries to keep her safe and keep her from finding out that he is Robin??

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out. This particular chapter is dedicated to @maryry24

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Part 1

“It’s about to expire.”

          You just roll your eyes; you don’t understand why Damian insists on coming shopping with your family. To be quite honest you wouldn’t be here if your mother didn’t mandate it. But in her eyes this was family time, and you suppose it isn’t all that bad. “It doesn’t really matter if we end up eating them tonight.”

          “Those ones will last longer.”

          “They’re also more expensive.”

          He just attempts to stare you down, attempt being the key word. You have four sisters, you aced staring contests a long time ago, when you had to fight for a drawer in the bathroom, for some of your stuff. Sure enough he looks away first, a scowl on his face. He isn’t used to losing, but you figure a little bit of humility might just help the Wayne heir.

          You smile as you load several clearance boxed items into your basket. You’re just about to drag him down the ice cream aisle when someone says, “Dami, is that you?”

          At the sound of the voice Damian stiffens, and pales slightly. You don’t even turn toward the approaching party, too entranced by your best friend’s reaction. You’ve never seen him like this.

          You hear the footsteps stop right beside you, and you watch as Damian turns towards three rather large men. They’re all grinning, and you have a feeling that Damian is in for just a tad bit more humility than you thought. One leans down slightly to throw his arm around Damian’s shoulder and says, “What a coincidence running into you baby bird, I didn’t know you like grocery stores.”

          Damian just scowls and says, “Remove your arm from my space, before I do it for you, Todd!”

          The man now labeled Todd just grins a bit more, and turns his attention to you. He extends his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Jason, these two lugs beside me are Dick, and Tim. We’re Dami’s older brothers and you are?”

          You choose not to shake his hand. There’s a power play going on, and you never take sides without knowing all the facts. You move your free hand to the handle on the basket, so that both hands are occupied and say, “I’m Y/N.”

          Jason retracts his hand and just grins, and you’re fairly certain that you hear the one introduced as Tim mutter something like “smart girl” under their breath. You give him a small smile in return, before turning your attention back to Damian.

          His face has turned red, and he’s gritting his teeth, and Jason’s arm is still wrapped around him. All signs point towards a very likely blow up, and all you can think about is that time he beat up those guys at school. You need to prevent that from happening again. After all, this is your mom’s favorite grocery store, and she’d be mad for days if she got some sort of lifetime ban.

          Without another thought you reach over, wrap you hand around Damian’s upper arm, and pull. He stumbles a bit, and you steady him in front of you. His face become a little less red, as the two of you hold eye contact for several moments, and then your hand sneaks out and pokes him in the side.

          Despite the fact that he’s fourteen, he has a lot of muscle. More than once you’ve moved to poke him, only to come back with a hurt finger and a trademarked Damian Wayne smirk. Then one marvelous day, you happened to hit this one little squishy part, and it was like the sun shone, and the birds sang. You’re not able to hit it often but when you do, it makes both of you smile.

          He grins a bit as he catches your hand on its way back, he holds it in the air for a minute and then his own hand, fast as lightning strikes you right in the side. You let out this little squeal, and start trying to pry your hand loose, all while swearing revenge. Damian just smiles and says, “I’d like to see you try.”

          You only calm down when you notice his brothers staring at you with shocked faces. You and Damian just kind of stare at them for a minute before you say, “I think we broke them.”

          Damian shrugs and says, “I’m okay with that, let’s go find your family and get out of here before they come to.”

          You smile as he leads you away by the hand, and can’t help but think that his brothers are a bit batty too. They are however good looking, which means, “It might be a good idea to keep them away from my sisters, the flirting would drive us both insane.”

          Damian just nods and says, “Agreed.”

          Damian goes home that night, and when you see him at school on Monday he looks like he’s just lost his best friend. And with you being his best friend, that’s not exactly a good thing. When you ask what’s he simply says, “My father wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow.”  You just sigh, your best friend is such a drama king.

Sherlolly Week 2017 Day 2: First Date

(The rating is still G on this one. Set in S1, sometime after ASiP but before TGG.)


“Sherlock?  What are you doing here?  Do you have another case already?” Molly asked, setting her bag on the lab table.  He’d only left a few hours before.

“Nope.  John has a date and I’m not to return to the flat until two at the earliest, which, I have to say, is highly optimistic of him considering the length of his shower this morning.”  He went back to looking at whatever slide he had in the microscope.

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His head was pounding to the beat of his heart. It hurt even without that, only intensifying at each beat. Everything hurt his head, the lights, his boyfriends humming, even thinking was too much for him.

“Will… please be quiet…” he begged in a whisper.

Will stopped humming and looked at Nico. They were both on the couch but at separate ends. Will had been poured over patient files, converting notes to his permanent records. He hadn’t even noticed he was humming. Nico could be moody at times but he didn’t think that was why his boyfriend suddenly snapped at him like that.

He was curled in on himself, he was paler than usual and the dark bags under his eyes were even more pronounced now. “Nico? A-are you feeling alright, babe.”

He groaned then mumbled, “m'fine,” sounding anything but. He spoke through clenched teeth like he was in pain, which of course he was.

“You shouldn’t lie to your doctor.” Will pointed out, earning another groan from his poorly looking boyfriend.

“Gods, I said I’m fine Will!” He said angrily, wincing as it caused his head to hurt more. “Just be quiet.” He snapped.

“Geez! Somebody sure is pissy tonight.” Will sassed back.

Nico looked at him and frowned, his angry expression softening. “Sorry babe… S'just a headache.” He was much quieter right now, clearly it was becoming more and more painful for him.

Will set his papers down and completely faced him now. “Are you going to tell me what’s really going on?”

Nico groaned yet again. “You really are a significant annoyance. I don’t feel well, alright? Happy now Mr. Sunshine?”

He frowned. “Not particularly. How could I be happy when you’re clearly feeling ill? Now what’s going on? What hurts?” He asked in that doctor-like way.

He rolled his eyes and winced. “Uh… My head is trying to murder me, my stomach keeps flipping inside me, I think I might have a fever too.” That was it but he felt so crummy it didn’t seem like it could only be three things giving him so much grief.

Will scooted over and felt his forehead, whistling in response which caused Nico to wince. “Sorry, sweetie. That’s some fever you’ve got..” He stood up.

“Where are you going!?” Nico asked looking panicked.

“Easy, Nico, I am just going to go get the thermometer so I can get a real read on this.” He pointed to Nico in general, who launched himself of the couch saying he wanted to go with but suddenly he crumpled to the ground in front of him.

“Nico!” Will shouted, trying to catch him but Nico was able to control the fall, going to his knees then all fours.

“Ahhh! Quiet! Please…” he held his temples and squeezed his eyes shut. “I just got up too fast…it made me dizzy.”

Will looked at him with worry and slowly helped Nico sit in a more comfortable way than on his hands and knees. “Why don’t I help you to bed and I’ll go get the thermometer?”

He had already lost his fight against not being found out, there was no reason to play it down anymore and now the only thing he wanted was to sleep without seeing his dinner again. He nodded and allowed Will to help him up and help him to bed.

When Will had taken his temperature earlier it had read at 102.9 which had explained why his head had hurt so badly. He fell asleep right away after his temperature was taken.

Nico wasn’t even awake, his body reacted without him being alert enough to stop himself. Will woke to a horrible sound and something hot and wet on his back. He was relatively unphased as this happened several times in his life, being a doctor and all. He slowly got up trying to avoid spreading the mess around. He could hear Nico being sick again before he could turn around, when he did he noticed Nico wasn’t actually awake.

“Oh Neeks…” He tisked lightly. He carefully removed his own shirt that was now soiled with Nico’s stomach contents. As he did this Nico threw up again. The mess was now spread out in front of his mouth and clinging to his cheek.

Nico himself was curled into a tight ball, laying on his side with an expression of misery etched on his face. When Will pulled the comforter off of his frail frame he saw that Nico was shivering violently and he had his arms wrapped protectively around his midsection. He had thrown up at least four times now and he still hadn’t woken up yet.

Will got out of bed and started to lift him up and into his arms. Only when he was being moved did he wake up. He was burning with fever much higher than before, and mostly unaware of what was happening. “Shit, you’re on fucking fire, Nico!”

Will picked him up and carried him to the bathroom, stripping them both down to only their boxers. He had to chuckle as he found Nico to be wearing the ones with hearts made of bones that he got him for Valentines day. His laughter short lived as Nico began dry heaving. He started the water in the tub turning on the shower to a chilly barely warm stream and grabbed Nico again. He sat under the water and laid Nico atop himself, letting his naked body be chilled by the luke-warm stream.

After what felt like an eternity Nico started to stir. “Hhnnnng….” He moaned, then whined, “Isss cooold….!”

Will kissed him, so thrilled he was awake enough to feel it. “Oh thank the gods! Nico! You’re alive!”

“Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just an expression,” he said rolling his eyes. “How do you feel?”

“Wet…and not in the fun way…” He mumbled. “I feel sick…”

“Yeah, well, you’ve soiled our bed. I’ll clean it up when your fever is lower.”

“You know, I am not Percy, the water doesn’t help me feel better.” Nico pointed out, starting to shiver.

Will just rolled his eyes. “It will lower your fever.”

“I-if you s-say s-so.” he said grumpily, curling up and nuzzling deeper into Will’s freckly chest, seeking out any warmth he could find.

“I’ll get you better, I promise.”

“I know.” Nico mumbled into his chest.

Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 6

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 3,201

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Warnings: Student/teacher relationships, language, smut (oral, bent over the desk and fucked thing everyone has asked for, unprotected sex, slight professor kink), fluff, mentions of alcohol

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Originally posted by alldeanneedsissamandpie

Your eyes flutter open as you snuggle deeper into the blankets, the curtains of the room not doing much to hide the morning sunlight. You look around for a moment, forgetting where you are until the events of last night sink into your memory. Oh, right. You stayed overnight at Dean’s house.

You and Dean had a…eventful night, to say the least. You two had opted to cuddle while falling asleep after you had sex, thinking how cute and romantic it would be, but after a few minutes of laying bed, you realized that you both could probably use a shower. The both of you had things to do the next day and showing up smelling like sex was probably not the best idea. Dean had picked you up bridal style as took you over to his shower; long story short, the two of you barely made it into the bathroom before a round two (and three) came along.

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Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficition Chapter 10)

Hey everyone! Thanks for the love and support, this is sadly the final chapter of this story! Enjoy! 

Want to read from the beginning? Here you go!

The day has come for Lance will the procedure kill him or save him from the last of Prince Lotor’s influence?

Chapter 10: Well, Fucking Hell.

Everyone stared at Allura in stunned silence for a shocked minute before they all started yelling at once.

WHAT THE FUCK ALLURA?!” Keith shouted.

“WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!” Pidge shouted, outraged.

“NO WAY I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT!” Hunk shouted, panicked.

Princess, PLEASE explain!” Shiro begged.

The only one who didn’t say anything was Lance who was still absorbing Allura’s statement.

Allura raised a hand and everyone calmed their voices and became silent, Lance doing everything he could to focus on Allura’s words.

“When I say Lance needs to die, I mean he needs to be in a death-like state.” Allura said, sighing.

“Quintessence is life energy, Lance’s quintessence has been changed from his time on Lotor’s ship. Each quintessence has its own unique signature which can be tracked if one knows that specific signature. But since quintessence is unique this is very difficult to do unless you know that signature very well. So we need to strip Lance of his quintessence, much like the Galra do to planets. We’ll be getting rid of the majority of it. However taking life energy like that will kill him, which is why we’re not taking all of it… just most of it.” Allura stated.

“That’s where the danger comes in.” Coran said, “It is an extremely fine line between leaving a small amount of quintessence in Lance and outright killing him.” Coran said, face grim.

“Yes that’s the danger. After we take his quintessence it will be replaced by quintessence from the Blue lion.” Allura said, “In the battle with Zarkon, Voltron’s quintessence was stolen from its body. But you were quickly able to recover your energy despite this. That’s because while piloting your lions you share quintessence and when your lion needs quintessence you can use your own bodies to give it. It can also be done the other way. Your lions can provide you with quintessence when needed. So that’s what we’ll do.” Allura paused, “Of course we need to repair and allow the Blue lion to fully recover before doing this.”

Allura turned to Lance who had been silent through the whole discussion.

“Lance, this may not be our only option, it’s alright to say no. We can find another way.” Allura said sincerely.

Lance looked at her, blue eyes a little too wide for her liking before shaking his head.

“No, we’ll do it. After Blue has recovered. It’s the best way. And… I trust you. You guys definitely won’t kill me.” Lance said with a small smile.

“Alright.” Allura said. She wished she had as much faith in herself as Lance did in her.

She looked at the rest of the team, faces grim and pale but no one disagreed.

The team helped Lance into the healing pod and like Allura said he was only in there for half an hour. The work on Blue began right away once Lance was recovered. Lance did most of his own maintenance but Pidge and Hunk silently helped him since the damage was rather severe. He knew they didn’t like this plan, the look on their faces said so but neither of them disagreed. So they helped to make sure that Blue was in top shape so that everything went as smoothly as possible.

The Castle was never in one place for long. Now knowing how Lotor found Lance was good. Every day they were in another galaxy, wormholing in a haphazard way so that no one would be able to catch up. The strain it put on Allura was clearly showing but she rested more often to maintain her stamina, needing to be at her best for Lance.

Lance couldn’t really think of anything, just hearing Allura say those words made him numb.

Well first you’ll need to die.

His chest tightened at the thought. Lance had never feared dying when in a desperate situation, it was a quick thought or a moment of realization. But now he had time to think and his only thought was I don’t want to die. It made him wonder, what was dying like? Was it like falling asleep? Was it painful? But he kept reminding himself, he wasn’t going to actually die. He trusted Coran and Allura to keep him alive and save the team. But doubt was at the back of him mind, he supposed that that was part of being human.

He stayed up late as he normally did now. He wondered if he would go back to sleeping once this was all over. Would he return to normal? Lance wasn’t sure. He couldn’t stop the thoughts in his head. It was useless to just worry by himself in his room. So he made his way to the deck and turned on the hologram, projecting Earth in front of his eyes surrounded by stars. He had done this many times before but it felt a little different now. Maybe because it might be the last time he saw it.

He was so absorbed in staring at the hologram that he barely registered Keith sitting down next to him, staring at the projection of Earth also. They didn’t say anything at first.

“Do you miss Earth?” Keith asked quietly.

“Yes, I do.” Lance said.

There was a silence.

“Do you?” Lance asked.

“I’m not sure, I miss somethings but I don’t really have a desire to go back either.” Keith said, sounding a little ashamed.

Lance smiled.

“That’s okay, man. You like space better then Earth, I get it.” Lance said with a smile.

Keith looked at Lance, a bit surprised before staring at the projection again.

“What do you miss about Earth?” Keith asked.

Lance was quiet for a bit before he answered.

“I miss the beach, the sound of the waves, my family, the way the fresh air smells. I miss the rain… I miss a lot of things.” Lance said sadly.

“But there are also things that I’ve seen in space that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Trees so big that they almost touch the sky. Crystals of so many sizes, shapes and colors. Strange foods and stranger people. You guys, laughing, crying, arguing and… talking like this. The experiences that I’ve gotten here… I wouldn’t trade for anything.” Lance finished.

Keith nodded.

“Are you scared?” Keith asked quietly.

“I’m terrified.” Lance admitted without any hesitation.

He surprised himself a little. Although it had become a lot easier to talk to Keith these last couple of weeks so maybe it was natural to admit that to him.  

“It’s okay to be scared.” Keith said.

Those words, for some reason hit Lance like a ton of bricks. Lance finally turned his head from the hologram to look at Keith, Keith looking back. Lance bit his lip, eyes filling with tears. He simply nodded. Keith put a gentle hand on Lance’s back, hard and firm and warm. Lance took in a deep breath, he knew he could cry, that it was okay to but he didn’t want to.

“You can tell me anything, buddy. If you want to that is.” Keith said.

Lance took a minute to breathe slowly before the words came tumbling out of his mouth.

“I’m scared. I’m scared that I might die. But I still want to do this. I do, really. It’s the best option but I’m still scared. I trust Coran and Allura to take care of me.” Lance took a breath.

“But what happens when you die? Do you go somewhere? Does it hurt? Is it like falling asleep? What happens? The questions just keep going through my head and then I think of…. Earth and everyone I left behind. If I die up here, they’ll never know. They probably think I ran away or was captured or dead but they’ll never know the truth and that’s. That’s really cruel. But at the same time maybe it’s better that way, for them to not know. But I don’t know… these thoughts just keep swirling around in my head and I just can’t stop.” Lance finished.

Keith rubbed his hand over Lance’s back, trying to comfort him because tears really were falling down his face now.

“I can’t answer any of those questions, Lance. I’m sorry. But all I can say to you, which might not be that comforting, is that I and everyone here, we’re here for you. Everything will be okay. We’re going to do our best to make sure everything is okay.” Keith said quietly.

Lance smiled.

“That’s actually more comforting than you think.” He said wiping his tears away.

He and Keith sat there. Keith’s hand never leaving Lance’s back as they stared up at the hologram of Earth in silence. Just sitting and watching.

The day came sooner than they all thought. Allura announced that morning that she and Coran were ready to perform the operation. Keith watched Lance grow pale before setting his jaw and nodding with determination. Keith hated this.

Allura and Coran moved equipment from the healing room to Blue’s hangar which had been repaired since Lance destroyed it. The Blue lion sat in her normal position, Lance leaning his head against her leg in vigil. But the action seemed to relax him and although Keith didn’t know all the details he knew that Lance was ‘talking’ with Blue.

Allura and Coran finished their preparations the rest of the team gathering around in support. They all looked nervously at Lance, not wanting to pull him away, not wanting to do this at all. But Keith took a breath, heart pounding painfully in his chest before walking over to Lance and gently putting a hand on his shoulder. Lance barely moved.

“We should get started.” Keith said quietly, sadly. He hated this.

Lance stayed with his head on Blue’s leg before pulling away slowly. He nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s do this.” Lance said, straightening.

To Keith surprise he didn’t look afraid. He looked determined. Lance made his way to the examination table which was also brought down with the other equipment and laid on it. Coran and Allura put wires and other devices on him, readying him for the life energy to be ripped out of him. Lance stared at the ceiling.

Once they were ready Allura came close to Lance’s face. She hesitated before putting a gentle hand on his face, cradling it and talking to Lance in a low voice.

“You can still back out of this if you want to Lance.” She said gently.

Lance smiled and shook his head lightly.

“No, we’ll do this. I trust you.” He said firmly.

Allura swallowed and nodded, withdrawing from Lance before explaining to him and everyone else what was going to happen.

“Alright. This machine will drain the quintessence from Lance’s body.” She pointed at the machine hanging above Lance. It looked like a floating light suspended by nothing and casting a blue glow down on Lance.

“When I activate it it will slowly drain the quintessence from Lance’s body. Coran and I will monitor his vitals and the amount we are taking. Right before Lance is completely drained we’ll stop the process and the Blue lion will give Lance quintessence to replace what he has lost.” Allura stated.

Lance spoke up softly, “This… Is this going to hurt?” He asked softly.

Keith heart gave a painful thud against his chest. He hated this.

Allura looked at Lance shocked before her eyes got glossy, shaking her head.

“It’ll be like falling asleep.” She said back, grabbing Lance’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

Lance looked at her and nodded. He laid his head back.

“Are you ready?” Coran asked softly.

Lance nodded, “Yes.” He closed his eyes.

Allura and Coran backed away from the table, the blue light growing brighter, completely engulfing Lance. Lance had his eyes closed and his breath got slower and slower. Keith hated this.

Shiro didn’t realize how agonizing this would be to watch. The process was slow and with each minute Lance’s breathing and heart got slower and slower, softer and softer. Shiro was barely able to take it. Allura and Coran watched the screen in front of them intently. Allura’s hand floating just above the button to stop the whole process, Shiro mentally begging her to hit it now.

He could feel the tension in Hunk coming off of his body in waves, fingers wiggling in a nervous dance. His face was pale and he was biting his lip. Keith wasn’t much better, although he paced behind all of them unable to keep back the nervous energy. Pidge was pale and like Shiro her eyes never strayed from Lance, watching his breath and she grew paler, if that was possible.

Soon it was getting to the line, that thin line that would either save Lance or kill him. Hunk stayed to watch Lance while Shiro made his way over to the screen and saw the numbers. He nearly gagged. Lance’s heart rate was impossibly low, struggling at a good 20 beats per minute which was amazing considering that his heart hadn’t given up yet. His breaths were even slower at an amazing 5 breaths per minute. Shiro didn’t want to scare Allura and Coran knowing they were concentrating but those numbers terrified him.

“Please, stop he’s nearly dead!” Shiro said in shock behind him, prompting the others to join him at the screen.

“Oh my god.” Pidge said, covering her mouth.

Neither Coran nor Allura moved.

Coran spoke very softly, “Just a bit more.” He said.

They turned their attention to the screen that monitored the quintessence. Five percent. But that number didn’t matter because the screens went haywire. Lance’s heart had stopped for the second time.

Allura hit the button so fast that it was almost lightning speed. She ran to the table, everyone following behind. Before they could get there the Blue lion came to life, stepping in their way. Everyone stopped not wanting to get crushed by her giant claws.

The Blue lion gently rested the tip of her nose against Lance’s forehead and the two of them began to glow. The glowing got so bright that they had to shield their eyes from the intensity. Suddenly, as quickly as it began it stopped. They blinked away the bright spots in their vision and the Blue lion stepped back from her paladin. They ran to him.

Allura grabbed his face. Shiro had his shoulder, Pidge his hand, Hunk his other hand and Keith grabbed a knee. Coran was watching the monitors with great intensity. They looked down at their companion, fearing they had killed him until Lance’s eyes flew open and he sucked in a huge breath.

They all cried out in relief. He looked at them all, a little shocked and confused.

“Hey guys!” Lance said with glee.

The team didn’t hesitant to fling themselves at Lance, hugging him close. Lance couldn’t breathe but he didn’t complain. He was back, they were safe and everything was going to be fine.

Things returned to normal, or as normal as a team of space protectors can get really. Lance went on patrols. Lance felt better and looked better. Everyone noticed. He began to eat normally again and sleep too. He was happier and healthier and overall was getting back to the Lance they all knew and loved. He still had scars and some hallucinations but those things wouldn’t disappear overnight, although one thing did.

They were in the middle of training with their shields, one of the protection exercises and they were about to start. But everyone turned when they heard Lance’s shield clatter to the floor. They saw Lance looking at his hands, blinking, shaking his head before finally staring at them. Shiro and Keith were closest and closed the distance between themselves and Lance in two steps. Hunk and Pidge quickly following.

“Hey, Lance, are you alright?” Shiro asked, worried.

“Is he having a stroke?” Pidge said half-joking and half-concerned.

“Lance?” Keith asked.

Finally Lance looked at all of them with such happiness that it rolled off of his body in waves. He was so excited that it took him several tries to articulate what exactly he wanted to say.

“I- I can see! I CAN SEE!” Lance shouted.

They all took a second to look at him in pure shock before Hunk had Lance by the waist, lifting him off the floor and doing a spin. They all shouted with glee. As soon as Lance was released he was attacked by Pidge hurling into him, nearly knocking him over, hug tight and he gave her an even tighter one back. Shiro was next catching Lance in a full frontal hug, Lance feeling very small next to him. But the man gave really good hugs, to Lance’s surprise. Keith was last, after Shiro was done he went up to Lance but hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. Lance laughed and pulled the mullet into a tight hug, Keith arms wrapping themselves behind his back. It was nice, a little awkward sure but nice. They backed away before he was assaulted with questions.

“Can you see see or like only a little?” Pidge asked.

“Yeah did this happen suddenly or has it been gradual?” Shiro asked.

“Anything else seem new or different?” Hunk asked.

Lance laughed.

“So far I can only see a little, it’s been gradual and not anything else besides sleeping and eating like normal!” Lance answered dutifully.

After he realized that his left eye was getting better, it gradually did. After a week or two he was able to see out of it like before and the world seemed new again. It wasn’t like he was blind before but only being to see out of one eyes really cut him off from part of the world. He went on and on about how beautiful everything was and the team was so happy for him that they never complained. Lance’s scars became better as well, although they were still there they became fainter and Lance felt more like himself then he had in a long time.

Sometime Later…

Lance’s face appeared in the screen of the recording. He sat down in front of the camera, with new scars and a big smile.

“Hey there!” He said waving to the camera.

“I found this recording device on Blue a while ago, although I didn’t know what it did until a little bit ago when I asked Allura.” Lance scratched the back of his neck.

“What I just said probably doesn’t make a lot of sense without some context.” He said mostly to himself.

“Well guys, let start off first with the fact that I didn’t run away from the Garrison. I was kind of recruited by an alien to help defend the universe.” He smiled.

“That didn’t make much sense either.” He admitted.

He thought for a moment, looking at a corner before looking at the camera again.

“Well I’m the Blue paladin of Voltron and I defend the universe from bad guys with some really cool people.” Lance said with a big proud smile.

The End.


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Only One - Jaehyun [1]

A/N: I was gonna wait to post this but…. its been sitting in the drafts waiting to be published so here we are. Part 1 is kinda short, just to kinda get things going.  I hope ya’ll like drama bc you’re gonna get a good amount in this series heheh

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Prologue         Pt 2  Pt 3

Part 1 - Head Over Heals

Genre: Drama

Rating PG

(slight language)

Word Count: 1,535

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a-chaosofbeauty  asked:

Is there any information on Azazel's backstory, how he became a fallen angel? I would enjoy seeing an episode focusing on his past, maybe show us some moments when he was an angel. Do you think they will add some Azazel flashbacks in this season?

afaik, in bahamut universe, he fell for a human’s daughter, and that he only realized what he felt for her was love after she was killed. I’m not sure if this will ever make it into the anime, but oh boy do I wish for it. If a certain kid really is Michael’s kid, then this would sure provide a contrast to Azazel’s backstory. Like, they both were angels, they both loved daughters of men, but while Azazel got punished for it and became a fallen, Michael got to keep his Archangel status. Or maybe that was exactly the reason: Azazel was not high-ranking enough to make such offense and get away with it like Michael.

I’d love to see an ep focusing on azazel! :D and esp his time as an angel bcs angels tend to wear revealing clothes so the possibility is high his angel clothes were just as revealing *__*

but tbh I still can’t believe Azazel got so much screentime so far in this season that every time I see any of the eps I have to remind myself this is real life and not only my imagination bcs wow how are we so blessed ヽ(;▽;)ノ I mean during genesis when he appeared for more than a minute I was already praising the staff to high heaven but then in virgin soul not only we got to see him being pretty and actually acknowledged for being pretty but we also got to see him being embarrassing and making stupid faces while also being unexpectedly kind (albeit grudgingly) and looking cool at the same time and counting the screentime he might as well be this season’s protag like omg is this really real??? /SCREAMS

I’m also so thankful for all the layers the staff gave Azazel bcs I feel every time I rewatch I keep discovering things I hadn’t notice before. Like in the scene above, he showed discontent when Rita accused him of things that *he* felt was untrue re:the cause of nina running away. I used to think being an ancient demon and all, he would be used to ppl accusing him of things therefore he would just ignore them and pretend it didn’t matter or something - much like the way he handled Dante and those demons at the end of ep4. But here to Rita he visibly showed genuine reaction - which suggests to me that the opinion of ppl he cared about did matter, and that he couldn’t stand being misunderstood.

I also keep going back to the way he said “and then you met me.” There’s a certain melancholy note to it, esp if you knew the reason for his fall. He might as well be saying ‘you should’ve been better off never meeting me,’ like meeting him at all was actually a bad luck for her. I feel this is actually a throw back to his past and how he thought the girl he fell for would have never got killed if she never met him.

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Requested: hey!!! okay so I’m a senior rn and I’m super stressed w high school but also choosing a college and applying for scholarships and stuff so could you do one where y/n is in that situation and tries to bottle up all her stress and emotions but eventually breaks down in a panic and ShawN has to like calm her down & stuff? Thankkkkk you !



Between trying decide on which college you’ll attend in the fall, trying to keep up with your last year of high school, and being pressured to decide what you want to do for the rest of your life, to say you’re stressed would be an understatement. You’re beginning to feel like you really might be going crazy. There is just so much going on. Also, having a boyfriend who also happens to be a famous singer doesn’t seem to help lower your stress levels at all because you worry about him, and you want to make sure that you’re able to be there for him as well.

He’s been home for the past week on a little break from work, which he so deserves. It has been nice because you’ve finally gotten to spend some time with him, which helps you to feel better. But at the same time, he’s really stressed with his next world tour starting soon, and he’s been dealing with his own things. Because of this you want to be there for him, and you’re hesitant to share that you’re struggling a lot too, so you’ve been doing your best to hide it from him, but that has only taken more from you.  

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Loded Crush | Rodrick Heffley X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Rodrick/fem!reader, Greg.

(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name” /(L/B/N) stand for “Little brother’s name”/(B/N) stand for “Boy’s name”.

Word Count: 2115 words.

Being a teenager seems good when you are a child. The movies teach that a teenager’s life is full of adventure and fun. But that’s not quite the way things really are. Well, some young people might even be that way. But it definitely was not like that for (Y/N).

The girl was just a normal teenager. She had a few friends, siblings and plenty of time available, but nothing good to do with it. Her routine was to study, pick up her younger brother at school and then go to her best friend’s house, (B/F/N), where they would just lie on bed until it was time for (Y/N) to leave. Nothing more, nothing less.

And in fact, she liked it a lot. She could not see herself surviving a life full of adventures, although a change in routine seemed like a good idea. She was kind of pleased with her life, though earlier that year she didn’t seem so happy, since she had just moved to that city at the time.

(Y/N) thought she wouldn’t make friends there. Or that it would all turn into a nightmare in that place. And she was very surprised when she saw that she was wrong, especially after meeting (B/F/N). She had basically everything she needed there, and thinking about it, she let out a smile.

(Y/N) woke up from her thoughts when she saw her brother going toward the car. The boy sat in the passenger seat, saying hello to his sister. He had a smile on his face, though he looked exhausted after class.

“Tired, huh?” she asked, which made the boy nod. “Wait till you get to high school.”

(L/B/N) sank on the car seat, letting out a groan, causing her to laugh. Suddenly a voice calling out his name was heard. A boy of her brother’s age was walking down the school ladder, stopping by the side of the car and gesturing for (L/B/N) to lower the window. Her brother leaned over to hear what the other was talking. (L/B/N)’s friend discreetly looked at her as he said whatever he was saying in her brother’s ear.

“I’ll try.” (L/B/N) replied, causing the other to send him a desperate look, but then nod before waving at her and running back into the school.

“What was this all about?” she asked, starting to drive.

“Nothing.” he shrugged, but his expression showing that he was obviously hiding something.

(Y/N) nodded, turning on the radio so there would be some noise during the ride home. (L/B/N) occasionally glanced at her, turning forward when he was caught. Until finally, when they were arriving at their destination, he turned to her.

“Are you going to do something tomorrow night?”

The girl smiled discreetly, feeling  satisfied that he was going to tell her what that boy had told him.

“Nope.” she glanced at him. “Why?”

(L/B/N) seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing.

“That boy was Greg, we’re friends.” he paused for a second. “Well, we’re kind of friends, but whatever.”

“OK.” (Y/N) nodded. “Keep going.”

“I think you might know his brother, Rodrick.”



Rodrick Heffley. Of course she knew Rodrick Heffley. They started to study together at the beginning of the year, and almost every time they saw each other he would told her a pick-up line. A horrible pick-up line, which she would just laugh of and walk away. They had been in it for almost a year now, and she thought that after all this time he would have given up. Wrong.

“What about Rodrick?” She asked, taking a little interest in the subject.

“Do you know he has a band?”

(Y/N) let out a mocking laugh. It was almost impossible not to know about Loded Diper. At least for her, since he often mentioned his band when he tried to impress her.

“Yes, I know.”

“It looks like there’s going to be some kind of garage band competition tomorrow night and they’ll be there. So Rodrick told Greg to tell me to tell you to go see their performance.” (L/B/N) chuckled. "I think he blackmailed Greg.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, laughing a little herself until they reached their house. When (L/B/N) got out of the car he turned to her again.

“I think you should go.” he closed the door. “He’d be glad to see you there.”

He’d be glad to see you there.

Those words stuck in her head as she drove to her best friend’s house. And she kept thinking about it even after she had arrived, talking about it with the other girl.

“You’re not really thinking about going there, are you?” (B/F/N) asked, throwing herself into her own bed.

“It’s just… I don’t know… Why not?” (Y/N) lay on her friend’s stomach, feeling her head being lifted and lowered while (B/F/N) was breathing.

“I never thought he was your type. I thought you laughed at his pick-up lines for pity and not because you liked it.”

(Y/N) stopped for a second to think about it. She had seen Rodrick hitting on other girls, they always looked at him with a face of disgust and went away. But when he was hit on her, she laughed. Was that the reason he had never stopped trying to conquer her? Because he thought she laughed because she liked his pick-up lines? Stopping to think, she liked it a little. She liked the attention she received from him. He was cute. And he was interested in her.

“Oh my God, I have a crush on Rodrick Heffley.”

(B/F/N) started to laugh, making (Y/N)’s head shake. “You got into such a deep thought, I should have recorded.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, sitting up on the bed.

“I’ll go there tomorrow night.” she said decided. (B/F/N) sat down lazily.

“Good luck.”

“You have nothing to do tomorrow, right? Good.” (Y/N) got out of bed, out the door, not waiting for her friend to get up to accompany her. “You are coming with me.”

And although (B/F/N) complained and tried to change her friend’s mind, she ended up going along with (Y/N). When the sun began to set the next day, the two of them left in the car to find out where the contest would be. For a moment they thought they wouldn’t made it, since no one seemed to know where it was, not even (L/B/N). Until they saw a poster thrown in the street with the information. Damn lucky.

(Y/N) and (B/F/N) arrived at the place, it was just a small outdoor wooden stage, but the place was crowded. Most of the people who were there were part of the bands, and the rest … Well, the rest should be friends and family who were dragged there.

In the crowd, the girl found a familiar face. It wasn’t Rodrick, it was (B/N), one of her friends. When the boy seemed to recognize her, a smile also appeared on his face before moving toward her.

“Yo (Y/N), (B/F/N).” he hugged them both. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to see (Y/N)’s boyfriend.” (B/F/N) replied, taking a slap from her friend.

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked.

“My cousin has a band, the drummer got sick, I came to help.” he shrugged, looking directly at (Y/N). “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“It’s because I don’t.” the girl sent a deadly look to (B/F/N), who just laughed. “Good luck then.”

“I’ll probably need it.” he glanced at the two girls with a smile on his face. “I’ll have to watch out for your little boyfriend’s band, right?”

And then he left, while (Y/N) felt her cheeks heat up, which made (B/F/N) start laughing loudly, which caught some people’s attention.

“He’s going to tease me for the rest of my life.” the girl threw her head back in frustration. “Thank you, (B/F/N).”

“Aw, don’t be mad at me.” she replied, taking the girl’s hand and beginning to pull her closer to the stage. “Come on, let’s try to stay ahead.”

It was not that difficult to get to the front of the stage, since most people seemed to prefer to stay in the background. The two girls thought there should be some reason why no one was so close, so they stayed with the people in the front row at a safe distance.

With the beginning of the presentations, the only thing that (Y/N) could think about was how many garage bands existed in that region. Some of them had cool songs, but some were just awful. (B/N)’s band (or, well, (B/N)’s cousin) came on stage, and she had to admit, they were awesome. She never knew (B/N) could play drums, not so well. And he seemed to be having so much fun doing it. (B/F/N) let out a few discreet squeals every time (B/N) looked at them and winked.

“I guess I’m not the only one who has a boyfriend playing here today.” (Y/N) said with a laugh, this time taking a slap from (B/F/N), who shook her head to the rhythm of the song with a smile on her face.

Shortly after (B/N)’s presentation, Rodrick came with his band. Coincidence or not, he was also the drummer, which made (B/F/N) give her a sly look. He wore a shirt with his band’s logo and eyeliner around his eyes. Rodrick, after setting everything up, began to stare into the audience, his eyes searching for someone. And then stopping when he saw (Y/N). He gave her a big smile, which made her smile back.

“You guys are adorable.” (B/F/N) murmured in her ear.

(Y/N) just kept smiling, ignoring her friend. But the smile disappeared as they began to play their music. Well, the rhythm wasn’t so bad, it was… Well… Dancing? But the lyrics, dear God. The girl started to feel bad about the Heffley boy when she realized how much people had cheered and screamed during (B/N)’s performance, and how now people were quiet and none seemed to like the song.

So she started clapping her hands and shouting words of encouragement to the boys, especially Rodrick. He didn’t even seem to notice how people seemed to be hating their music because she was cheering for him, and that seemed to be a good thing.

With the motivation she was sending, he started to play even louder, which made her wince before continuing. (B/F/N) also started clapping her hands, trying to keep her friend from embarrassing herself, which didn’t seem to be working since everyone looked at them like they were crazy.

At the end of the performance, the two applauded, with a few more people who seemed to feel sorry for them. Rodrick, once again, seemed to notice none of it, since a big smile was on his face as he stepped off the stage.

“That was… Interesting.” (B/F/N) nodded.

“Yes, of course.” (Y/N) chuckled.

Soon the presentations were over and the best band was announced. (Y/N) had no idea what their prize would be, but she seemed almost certain that Loded Diper wouldn’t win. And she was right. In the end, it seemed that (B/N)’s cousin’s band was really good, as they won. (Y/N) gave him thumbs up, as he celebrated. Then she looked around and noticed that Rodrick was staring at her. He seemed to be disappointed for not winning. For not having impressed her enough. She sighed and went to talk to him.

“Hey.” (Y/N) said approaching him. “You were very good up there.”

His frown was replaced by a smile. “You and your friend seemed to be having a good time.”

“Totally.” she nodded. “I would definitely call your band to… Well, whatever I had to call you guys.”

“We’ve played on some birthdays.” (Y/N) continued to smile, thinking to herself how it would have ended.

“Well…” the girl felt her stomach turn a little and her hands began to sweat. “You could tell me more about it if we went out, maybe, someday.”

Rodrick looked at her suspiciously, trying to understand what that phrase would have meant. In the end, when he seemed to realize she had suggested a date, he just smirked.

“I always knew you liked me.” he nodded in approval, making her roll her eyes. He had noticed it before her, then.

“Yeah, maybe I do.” she chuckled and stood on tiptoe, giving a peck to the boy’s lips.

Rodrick’s eyes went wide, clearly showing he didn’t expect that to happen. (Y/N) gave him a sweet smile, turning her back and leaving to find (B/F/N), leaving the wordless boy behind. He might have lost the contest, but he had won the girl.

Neil gets sick and is a dumbass and won’t admit it

Neil was stumbling over his feet. He’d gone alone to an early practice, just running drills on the court. He thought that was what his aching muscles were crying out for, to be used again since he’d been benched for an ankle injury last week. He was so focussed on getting back onto the court he pushed the thoughts of ‘my head really doesn’t feel good’ and ‘I shouldn’t be this warm’ to the back of his mind.

He ran through drills for an hour, thought he should stop, but then ran though another hour of drills before his legs gave out on him and he knew he needed to leave. But it was still 6am as he stumbled through to the locker room and he wasn’t getting back to sleep again after the nightmare that had woken him up so instead he showered but the water burned him so he knocked the temperature down as low as it would go. He was still too warm.

As he dressed he grabbed his coat to shrug it on but the heat was suffocating so he shoved it into his locker and walked out into the late December morning in nothing but a t-shirt. The cold air soothed his boiling skin as he spent an hour walking around before he walked to a coffee shop close to campus. He got a strange look from the early morning barista when he ordered and iced drink to go with his coat-less attire.

Neil tucked himself into a corner of the shop and started sipping his drink. He didn’t realise that he had fallen asleep until buzzing in his pocket woke him seven hours later. The same barista still lingered at the counter and seemed to be studiously ignoring Neil. Neil vaguely recalled someone trying to wake him earlier and wondered what had happened after that. He decided that he didn’t want to know but left $40 on the counter on his way out just in case it was something bad.

He answered the call when he’d let the door close behind him. Andrew didn’t say anything at first and just waited patiently for an explanation from Neil as to where the hell he had been since before Andrew woke up.

“I’m at the coffee shop. Can you come get me? And… and bring me some long sleeved shirts too.” Andrew wasn’t sure what to say to that, the coffee shop was a ten minute walk away but he went and picked up some shirts for Neil and a hoodie of his own and headed to his car.

He pursed his lips when he pulled up at the curb to see Neil in a short sleeved shirt and no coat. Neil didn’t seem to register that Andrew had pulled up so Andrew leaned over and opened passenger door in front of Neil. When Neil still didn’t react he threw the clothes at him. Neil tugged on the shirts and then the hoodie and climbed into the car. He didn’t say a word in explanation to Andrew but his mouth felt like sandpaper and he was just so tired and he thought that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to keep down whatever meagre contents might be in his stomach.

Andrew parked the car and waited. For Neil to say something, or for Neil to move, and Neil wasn’t sure which it was, but he wasn’t really up to either. he could feel Andrew’s probing gaze on him and decided that moving was to best option, and going to the library would be a good idea. he was getting behind on some classes and now he had a warm jacket he could walk there.

“Thanks.” Neil muttered as he hopped out of the car. He was off before Andrew had time to follow and got lost in a crowd of students so Andrew couldn’t follow him.

The hours in the library had Neil turning off his phone to stop Andrew calling him. Eventually he conceded that he had to go back. His stomach was alternating from about to throw up to completely starving and he couldn’t sleep in the library. Or practice. And he really needed to go to practice. Plus, having sat down for so long he felt a lot better than he had been earlier. In fact, he was fine. And that is exactly what he felt when he walked through the door.

He’d turned his phone back on while he was on the way home. He had more missed calls than he liked to think about, and several angry texts. Not that they really looked angry, but Neil knew that they were. He was determined to be fine and so he was.

”I’m fine.“ Neil announced as he rubbed at a pain in his forehead.

Andrew bristled at the answer to his unasked question when Neil walked into the room. He thought they’d got over this bullshit kind of answer but apparently not. He slowly and purposefully closed the book he had been not really been reading and put it on the floor. He did nothing else as he watched Neil pad around the kitchen and half pull food from the cup cupboards before putting it straight back again. After ten minutes of watching this Andrew gave up and poured Neil a bowl of cereal himself and placed it on the counter. Neil had just stopped. He didn’t seem to be moving or breathing.

Neil moved to the counter sluggishly when his brain caught up with what Andrew had done. He sat in front of the bowl with his elbows on the counter and let a spoon hang from his fingers. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused. Andrew cocked his head to the side a little. It wasn’t concern. It was curiosity.

Neil’s dark hoodie hung loosely from his body and, despite multiple long sleeved layers beneath, he was shivering. Andrew noticed, because when would Andrew not notice, and immediately went to boil some water. Coffee probably wouldn’t help Neil, so he opted for making hot honey and lemon. Since the stubborn git wasn’t going to tell him that what was actually wrong with him any time soon, Andrew settled with doing little things, for now, until he could get Neil to talk, which would be at practice in a few hours.

It took Neil a painful half hour to eat the bowl of cereal in front of him. Each mouthful made his stomach turn and bile rise to burn the back of his throat. But he was fine and he had to be fine because if he wasn’t then he was sick and if he was sick he couldn’t protect himself and if he couldn’t protect himself…

Neil’s breath started coming in short, sharp gasps as the panic started to set in and he sank off the stool. His brain ran at a hundred miles an hour as the self deprecating thoughts filtered into his mind. Not good enough. Useless. Going to get them killed. Get in the fucking drivers seat, Neil, and drive- Oh you idiot, you’re going to kill us! His mother’s voice screamed at him over and over.

Andrew could see Neil’s panic beginning. Breathless mutterings of ‘I’m fine’ over and over again. It was only after shouting at the idiot to shut up three times that Andrew realised that Neil wasn’t talking to him, that Neil wasn’t just panicking, he was having some sort of flash back.

Andrew ran a hand through his hair, muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly under his breath as he tried to figure out what to do for the best. Touching Neil to bring him out of his panic wouldn’t end well for either of them so he had to settle for kneeling in front of Neil and talking to him until he could hear.

Andrew’s voice filtered into Neil’s hearing slowly. To begin with, he couldn’t discern it from all the other voices in his head to begin with, but it was the only one calling him Neil and not one of the many other names he had gone through in his life.

“A-Andrew?” He stuttered out through his panicked gasps.

“Yeah, junkie, you’re ok.”

“I’m- I’m,” Neil stammered through his gasps. “And- Andre-”

“Shh, you’re safe, you’re ok, but I need you to listen to me, alright?” At Neil’s feeble nod Andrew continued. “Ok, I’m going to put your head on my chest, is that ok?” Neil nodded again, still gasping in his panic. His vision was fading at the edges, he wasn’t getting enough oxygen. “Ok. I need you to breathe with me. Just follow the rhythm of my chest. Wherever you think you are, you’re not. We’re at Fox tower. You’re name is Neil Josten, you’re a striker and a junkie with a big mouth and you are safe. You are allowed to be sick. But damn, you’re a dumbass.”


“You should have said something, now you’ve gone and made it worse, idiot.”


“It’s ok, just keep breathing with me.”

When Neil had calmed down enough to breathe on his own Andrew led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“Get warm, junkie.” Neil looked as if he was about to reply but instead just nodded his head and moved under the steady stream of hot water. Andrew sat himself in the bedroom and waited.

When Neil walked in he was dressed in loose fitting pyjama pants and a sweatshirt that looked several sizes too big for him. Andrew just pointed at Neil’s bed in a silent command for him to get the fuck into it and stay there.

“I’m fi-”

“Shut up. Get into bed.” Andrew stalked off to the kitchen and brought a glass of water and some pain killers back with him. He’d seen the way Neil was rubbing his head earlier.

Neil took the tablets and water silently but didn’t take them. It was a show of how ‘fine’ he was. Andrew just glared at him until he gave in.

“Go to sleep. And I swear to god if I see you at practice tomorrow I will gut you.”

“Andrew, I’m-”

“No. No you are not ‘fine’ and if you say you are fucking fine again I will be gutting you sooner than I thought. You are sick. You need to rest. Get that through that thick, junkie skull of yours and go to sleep. No one needs saving, the only person that needs saving right now is you from yourself and that’s my job so lay the fuck down and listen to me, dammit.” Neil just raised an eyebrow. Andrew sounded bored but when Neil didn’t listen and lay down there was a rather forceful shove to his chest that made him.

“Sleep.” Andrew glared.

“I- fine.”

Andrew left the room muttering something about ‘fucking exy junkies’ and their ‘fucking lack of self preservation’ and ‘why the fuck do I put up with this’ as Neil drifted off to sleep.

Prompt: From anon: Hey, first of all, I love your stories! ❤️ Could you maybe write a Leonard McCoy Imagine with the Reader being selectively mute and he somehow manages to “make her talk to him”, if it’s not too much? I am selectively mute so it’s quite difficult and most of the time even impossible for me to socialise. Would be really cool :) 
Word Count: 1814
Author’s Note: I know this was a specific Bones request, but Spock hasn’t had a lot of action on my dash ever, and I felt he needed to be seen a little. Hope you like the fic, Nony!

“Y/N, do you have the samples ready for processing?” Spock stood beside you, looking over your shoulder. You nodded, and handed him the tray of vials. He nodded his thanks and stepped away, heading to the mass spectrometer. You were so grateful for the quiet way Spock just accepted you. He’d never questioned why you found it so difficult to speak, he just adapted his communication style to meet your needs. His messages to you were clear and concise and he’d commented on how well you expressed yourself through writing, which made it easier for him to just keep verbal communication to questions that could be answered with a nod or shake of the head. He might not completely understand your condition, but he respected your mind, and ensured you felt like a valuable and appreciated member of the Science division.

You checked your duty list, and proceeded to the next task. You were going to be working with some volatile chemicals. Spock seemed to assign you those duties a lot. He’d explained once that it was a question of logic to do so. You didn’t engage in social conversations while you worked, and therefore were less likely to be distracted by the other crew in the lab. This made your safety precautions more effective. You didn’t really mind. You knew that being diligent with your tasks would eventually lead to a promotion, which you’d never really considered when you first joined Starfleet, but you’d begun to realize was a very real possibility under the fair supervision of Spock.

It was nearing the end of your shift, and the captain had announced shore leave around the midpoint of the shift, so the crew was feeling distracted and rowdy. You knew you had enough time to get the investigation started, and once the chemicals were mixed, they needed nearly a week to sit before you could progress. Having shore leave in the mix was going to make the progress of the investigation feel a lot faster. You really wanted to have those first steps complete before you got on the shuttle to Risa. As you poured a particularly caustic chemical from its container into the measuring beaker, you got jostled by another lab technologist, and splashed the chemical on your arm. In surprise and pain, you cried out. It was the first time anyone in the lab had heard your voice, and Spock was over to you in an instant. He didn’t need to hear any explanations from the other crew member to know what had happened, and he led you swiftly over to the shower, rinsing the wound thoroughly. He drew the shower curtain to protect your modesty, and took a pair of scissors from the hook in the shower, cutting away your uniform with a cool indifference that made you feel safe, despite your nudity. He continued to focus the spray of the shower on the red areas of your skin, keeping one eye on the timer and another on your burns.

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ask : ❝ 2P! italy college au headcanons. ❞

1. wakes up super early every morning.

• tries to cram in extra study time before he has to get ready for class. gets out his notes from yesterday, any study guides, reads the material online, uses the flashcards he made, or finishes up any homework he didn’t do the night before.

• he’s always at the local coffee shop during early hours. he tries to stay away from well-liked places, though, because a lot of people he dislikes goes to them. but, he always keeps a couple coffee machines in his dorm, just in case.

• hardly ever eats breakfast, only eats when he is actually hungry which makes for him having a really messed up eating schedule. when he does eat, though, it’s usually just a bagel or scone. that and a hot, black coffee. that’s his “usual”.

• never bothers waking up his roommates or anything. they might wake as his alarms go off. he sets 5 or 10, just depends on how little sleep he got the night before. they are always really loud because he can be quite the heavy sleeper.

• he doesn’t need to wake up as early as he does, though. usually, he’ll wake up at either 4 or 5 AM. he just likes to have a head start on the day and have some time to himself, honestly. you know what they say, “early bird gets the worm.”

2. always early to class. 

• the first one in there, probably. so, he has to wait just a tad before others get in. usually, he takes that time to go over notes, send any emails, finish any last-minute homework, or edit an essay. he doesn’t like to take any breaks, truly.

• if he’s not early to class, he’s super, super late. there’s no in between. even if he is way late, he’ll still come to class and sit down during the lecture like it’s not a big deal. he’s not going to let that keep him from getting an education.

• always takes either the really early classes or the night classes. between class time, he usually just stays in his dorm and studies. he’ll take a break to nap or go for a coffee run but, other than that, he’s not one for going out all that often.

• pays super close attention in class. honestly, he tries his very best to not get distracted or anything. always taking notes on everything his professor says. it’s a little over the top, actually. but he’ll do whatever it takes to pass, truthfully.

• he might doze off in class once or twice. he hates when that happens, though. so, he always brings a large coffee with him to class. everyday. in fact, he usually finishes them before the lecture is over. it’s become a bad habit of his.

3. he’s in a few clubs. 

• on the debate team so he spends a pretty good amount of his time prepping for the debates. most of the time, he wins. he’ll stay up all night if he has to, he hates losing. literally hates it. actually, he would rather not try at all than lose. 

• gets super, super bitter when he loses against someone and he definitely won’t hesitate to hold a grudge. it’ll be even worse if he spent extra time/effort to help him win. he thinks that hard work = the right to win. which, it does not.

• actually tried to be a part of the student council. he even ran for president. but he ended up losing to someone else. that really put him in an awful mood for the longest time. so much so, he would not leave his dorm except for classes.

• in the math club, as well. because of that, he goes to a few competitions every year. actually, he’s really, really good at math. in fact, his teacher invited him to the organization personally. this comes as no surprise but that boosted his ego.

• also, helps write the school newspaper and edits the yearbook. super, super good writer and he sure knows it. in fact, a lot of students look to him when it comes to bettering/improving their essays or other homework that’s similar. 

4. believe it or not, he’s a really bad student.

• sure, he gets straight a’s in all his courses but he has an awful work ethic. like, he might study and whatever but he doesn’t put a whole bunch of effort into his assignments. he cares more so about having them done on time than accuracy.

• everyone says time and time again that he’s a great student but ? in reality, he isn’t the best. he just assumes he is, basically. that being said, he has a huge ego and literally hates being told the truth; that he might not be all that amazing.

• that and he puts far too much work into his studies that he forgets to keep up with some of his club duties. and, because of that, he’s been threatened to be kicked off a massive amount of the teams he’s on but … he never actually has.

• none of his teachers actually like him, actually. they all wish they could fail him because, honestly? that’s pretty much what he deserves. he is constantly giving them a difficult time, never stops correcting them or making snide comments.

• that being said, none of his classmates really like him either. i mean, sure, he has a couple of friends but he hasn’t really met anyone new since he came to college. he just sort of always hangs out with the same few people, you know?

5. not social, at all.

• well, since he literally stays in his dorm all day ( aside from classes. ), he does not waste his time trying to meet new people. in fact, he could care less about making friends or “getting out there”. to him, that’s not what college is all about.

• actually, he has a good amount of contacts in his phone, though. but most of them are just people from his classes. he only really gets in touch with them for emergencies, for all that. just in case he forgot when the homework was due.

• his friends always push him to join even more clubs than he is already in or run for student body president, again. but, no matter how pushy they get, “no” is always the answers. he doesn’t need anymore work piled on top of him, honest.

• does try to talk to others, at least. he might tell someone one to have a good morning or engage in really awkward small talk. however, it usually ends up failing. he already has such a bad rep, no one is really up for a chat with him.

• although, that in no way means he’s shy. because, trust me, he isn’t. he is way more than willing to speak his mind and he does. a lot. if someone’s wrong, he won’t hesitate to correct them or give them the truth. he’s almost never wrong.

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» 30 Rules to Marriage by delictor

Lance and Keith accidentally get married and it’s not actually as bad as they thought it would be.

» Always Keith by spacegaysgettingspacelaid

Keith’s Galra side pops out in the middle of a battle, and his team mates all suddenly seem to want him dead. No one can see him as anything more than Galra scum.

(Except Lance. Lance just wants to know why he can’t be a Gryffindor.)

» Astraphobia by Anthropedia

Keith had long since made his peace with this. But why did it have to happen now? And as it stands, Keith is the only one who is willing to accept that things are turning out this way.

» bruises by Chaosandthecalm 

“Show me how much you hate me.”

Keith wants to know what Lance’s problem is. The answer might surprise him.

» By God Don’t Let Go Of Me by whichlights

After the disaster that was the corrupted wormhole, the paladins struggle to reunite. That may be a little more difficult than anticipated seeing as the universe won’t throw them a goddamn bone.

"If you let go I think I may shatter.” Keith laughed. “Please just keep looking at me so I can pretend we’re going to be okay.”

» cause you’re learning me by safra

Here’s what Lance knows about his mysterious flatmate:

 1. His name is Kevin. Or Keith. Or something like that.
 2. He’s studying astrophysics which, honestly, is pretty cool.
 3. He doesn’t know how to use the washing machine.
 4. He can’t cook. Like— At all.
 5. And— Well. And that’s about all Lance knows about the mysterious Kevin/Keith because,  after nearly two months of living together - after almost two months of sharing a bathroom and  a kitchen and all the other things that come with being flatmates - Lance has never, not even  once, actually seen him.

» Color Me Blue by TheQueen

This time he will fix things. This time they won’t fail.

This time he’ll save Lance.

» Colour Wheel by isafangirl


People are born from three colours, they are either yellow, blue or red. Everything about them is that colour, in varying shades. 

They can only see the colour they were born from (as well as black and white). As the years go by, they touch people with the other colours, and if their relationship with them is special enough, they may share their colours with each other. These special people are called soulmates.

» Convalescence by Dee Olive and harenp

Keith doesn’t know what’s going on anymore, doesn’t know what to believe. His brain is a wreck, his body is littered with scars and these strange people keep claiming to be his friends.

Then again, what can you expect when you suddenly wake up with no memory?

» Costumed Identities by Trashness

Lance and Keith are rival cosplayers, who only know each other by their online usernames. They are fiercely competitive, but are also desperately attracted to each other. You’d think they would just get together already, but there’s a couple of problems.

» Crossroads by manamune

When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it.

What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating.

» Don’t Break Connection, Baby by princedeadend

Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance.

» Freeing the Black Paladin by CaptainPlatypus

Keith had been born a part of Zarkon’s Empire and as a young Galra he had fulfilled his duty to become a soldier of the Empire. An honour he’d been told, but his human blood had exposed him to the darker side of the Zarkon’s rule. 

No one left the Empire, but with the help of the Champion he had escaped. 

Now Keith was determined to repay the favour and free his saviour. He’d use anyone to do it, even the new Paladins of Voltron.

» Frozen Time & Forgotten Hearts by Linea14

Keith and Lance were in love long before lasers rained down upon Altea. But after Lance is shoved in a cryopod and slumbers for 10,000 years, Keith is surely dead… right?

» Fuzz Therapy by anonymouse_fiction

After some (worried) complaining from Lance, Keith finally decides to learn how to take care of his Galra fur right. What no one was expecting was how gosh darn fluffy he would be.

» Halcyon Days by bolbessa

Lance might be royalty. Keith might be escorting the future king back to the kingdom. It’s possible that neither of them are entirely aware of these facts.

» Happiness by Skullnar 

Captured, Lance is left in a cell to rot. He expects torture, questioning, and threats. However, all he gets is a Galra named Keith, who just happened to be in the same cell as him. Lance is sure he is a spy, seeking to attain information. What he doesn’t expect, though, is to find himself befriending the Galra.

» High Tide by princevince

1. the state of the ocean’s tide at it’s highest
2. the highest point of something
3. a culmination

» Hold On To Me by kalekeith

It’s been 14 hours and 27 ticks since Lance had made a god awful pun, or shitty pick-up line, or faux-suave gesture – which Keith isn’t in the least slightly concerned about; not at all.

» Homecoming by Thesis

Two deaths and one funeral. Keith has trouble readjusting to Earth and Lance has trouble dealing with Keith.

» Honey & Lemon by DylanOhBrien

Keith has one rule: keep any interaction with a customer terse and professional. It’s a rule he’s strictly followed since he’s started working at Shiro’s shop.

Then Lance walks through the door and Keith thows professionalism right out the window, along with any semblance of dignity he had left.

» I Never Knew Daylight (Could be so Violent) by Talinor

Are you there, God? It’s me, Lance. He thought. I know we don’t talk much, but listen. I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it. Just let him be okay.

» Infection by 5557

Lance is convinced that he is infected with an alien sickness. Why doesn’t anyone believe him?

It must be Keith’s fault.

» it’s an imperfect magic by DovahFinn

Keith didn’t even know unreciprocated soulmates were POSSIBLE, so of course fate gave him one and then got him stuck in space with him.

» i won’t just buy you a rose by glitterfreezing

lance is a struggling florist with a passion for poetry and coffee.

keith is a highly frustrated barista at the bookstore-slash-café down the street.

their inevitable meeting causes their individual worlds to change forever—for the worse, obviously. the course of true love never did run smooth, but this is just ridiculous.

» Kiss My Ice by delictor 

Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

» Laws of Gravity need not apply by Yuu_chi

It’s a difficult thing to go from secretly crushing on your school rival at a distance to sharing a tentative psychic connection with him, an audience of three other people, and an assorted collection of sentient machines.

Harder still to watch that crush come to be something more.

» Leave Me Stranded by aethris

Keith opened his mouth and closed it. His eyes seemed pained. “Lance,” he began, “I understand-”

“You don’t know anything about how I feel because you don’t care about ANYONE!” He let go of the other boy’s shirt and pushed him away. Keith’s back banged against the other treadmill.

The silence was heavy. Lance glared at Keith, fists raised, prepared for a fight.

But for once, Keith didn’t glare back at him. “So.” Keith’s voice was almost too strained and quiet to hear. “That’s how you feel.”

Then he turned around and left the room without another word.

» moments of silence by attemptsonwords

Quiet moments between two boys who spend most of their time yelling at the other.

» phlogiston by stalemateBecks

When Lance was eight years old, his abuelita sat him on her knee and told him; love is a leveler.

At the time, Lance had no idea what she meant. Love was still a rather far-off and foreign concept, but he was enamoured with the general idea behind it, even if it seemed a bit confusing. The phrase stuck with him, but had ultimately been pushed to the back of his mind when he couldn’t figure it out.

Now though, his back arched against the wall and Keith burning caustic kisses into his skin, he thinks he might get it.

» Rapid Escalation by Lys ap Adin

Pidge and Hunk finally give Keith a hint to explain Lance’s behavior, and after that, things escalate.

» Stay Awake by Talinor

Sometimes Lance forgot one simple mistake could mean the end.

AKA Lance nearly dies, Keith saves him, and both question their feelings.

» the cartography of a soul by songs

Suddenly, Lance’s chest hurts. Keith’s voice is so hoarse and hesitant. And Lance— Lance knows there’s a right thing to do. He should say, “You’re human,” should say, “you’re still one of us." 

» The Constellations in Your Eyes by lottienaut 

Keith can’t sleep and, as it turns out, neither can Lance. They meet on the observation deck of the Castle of Lions and have a revealing conversation.

» This Time Don’t Make Me Leave by Qpenguin98

When he gets out of the car and looks up, he realizes Lance is right. He can see stars and constellations and the moon shining down. He feels awestruck.

» thread our way through a string of stars by steelthigsvoideyes

Lance is a humble astrophysics student trying to conduct research, which turns out to be a bit difficult to do when he finds a strange guy sitting in his customary research spot. A strange guy looking for aliens, no less.

Lance isn’t going to stand for this.

» Unbroken by fickleminder

In which the cryo pods can bring back the dead.

» What the Night Knows by RubyFiamma

A mission gone wrong has Keith wandering around aimlessly seeking some sort of solace.

» You’re My King and I’m Your Lionheart by Lulatic

Lance is a Galra prisoner, Keith is the prince that falls in love with him.

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