they would be a blast to hang with

Road Trips

Road trips with Ethan would include:

• him resting his hand on your thigh the entire time he’s driving

• stopping to get pancakes - LOTS of pancakes

• rolling down all the windows & turning the radio up full blast

• sticking his head out the window while driving & hanging his tongue out like the idiot he is

• getting lost at night & you being scared but him assuring you that he’s got this

• him pointing to you & yelling “this is my girlfriend” to the cars that pass by

• him swearing the drone is possessed again

• you forcing him to wear sunscreen & him rubbing it in that he doesn’t burn like you do

• using the selfie stick to take lots of couple pics

• the two of you getting way too close to the edge of a cliff but trusting Ethan enough to not let you fall 

• the two of you getting on top of the car at night with blankets & pillows & stargazing 

• swimming in a lake at night until something touches his foot & he runs out screaming

• him telling you to strip when you complain that it’s too hot 

• him driving shirtless & you drooling in the passenger seat

• him letting you drive but tensing up & covering his eyes from the passenger seat 

• you yelling at him when he’s being a brat but you both end up laughing

• him stopping on the side of the road to pee 

• him grabbing your phone & tossing it in the backseat whenever you aren’t paying attention to him

• him stopping at gas stations & coming out with his arms full of snacks

• stopping at the nearest hospital when he breaks something from doing stupid stuff but goes right back to doing it as soon as he leaves

• you calling his mom when he won’t listen to you

• the two of you sending funny snaps to Grayson 

• you sitting in his lap while he’s driving through the middle of nowhere

• the two of you never wanting the trip to end

Snacks and Roses || Peter Parker Imagine

Paring: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1607

Request: nah homie

A/N: i didn’t proof read it, I’m sorry. And sorry if you’re allergic to roses

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Y/N sat with Liz in the lunchroom , hearing their friends talking about Spider-Man once again. “He brings hope to the city. It’s like, we know that someone is looking out for us.” One of them said. Y/N thought about all the things the man has done for the city. I wonder if his life is good, if he’s happy in his real life, Y/N thought.

The topic was quickly changed when an announcement for Homecoming was made over the blaring intercom. “Students, don’t forget to buy your tickets for Homecoming next Friday.” The voice boomed, making all of the students start talking about the event.

Liz turned to Y/N, “So,” she said taking a bite from her food, “who are you going to the dance with?” All of their friends tuned in to what the two girls were saying.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to go with Peter Parker, the smartest kid at Midtown High, if she went in the first place. Homecoming is going to be crowded and loud, with a bunch of annoying kids. Y/N didn’t want that. “I don’t think I’m going, actually. I’m probably gonna spend my night watching TV or something.” Y/N said, shaking her head like it was nothing.

“But Y/N,” one of her friends said enthusiastically, “You have to go! Peter is probably going, you should too!” She nodded her head behind Y/N. Y/N looked behind her to see Peter and Ned eating their lunch a few tables away. But he’s going to be dancing and hanging out with a girl that isn’t me, she thought.

Y/N smiled, “As much as I would love to go with him, it’s not gonna happen. He’s probably taking a super pretty girl with him and he’ll have a blast. Just,” she trailed off, starting to get quieter,“just not with me.” Y/N sighed, slumping her shoulders. Liz looked over at her giving her a sympathetic smile. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. It would be nice if you went though.”

Y/N returned the smile, “Thanks for understanding Liz.” Liz nodded her head, “Anytime.” She gave her attention back to her friends to hear the rest of their thoughts.

Peter Parker sat a few tables away, having the same conversation that Y/N was having. “Are you going to ask her to Homecoming?” Ned asked Peter looked at his friend as if he was crazy. “W-What? No. Never. I can barely form a sentence around her, let alone ask her out.” Peter said as he gazed down at his lap. He looked back up to her, admiring her from behind. Y/N turned around and Peter quickly looked away and muttered “Oh God.”

Ned looked confused at the teenager. Peter’s face was beet red, “I think she saw me. Oh God,oh God, she saw me staring at her man.”

Ned looked over at the girl who was now facing her friends talking. “I don’t think she did. Just breathe, she probably didn’t see. I mean you turned your head so fast that you might have whiplash.” He chuckled. Peter sighed, “Maybe you’re right.”

“Right about what?” Michelle asked as she reached the table with the two boys.

“Well, I asked Peter if he was asking Y/N to the dance and he started staring at her. She turned around and might’ve caught him.” Ned explained to the Michelle as she sat down. Peter hit Ned’s shoulder with the back of his hand, “Dude. Seriously?”

“What?” Ned asked, completely clueless at Peter’s new beacon of embarrassment. Before their bickering cold continue, Michelle started talking. “Actually, while I was walking over here, I heard that she wasn’t going. And I might’ve heard,” she stated trying to be dramatic, “that she was super bummed out that you were probably going with a different girl that isn’t her.”

Peter sat shocked. “You’re lying.” He said. There is no way that the girl he has had a crush on for years, is into him. Him of all people.

“I wouldn’t lie about true love, Parker.” Michelle replied, kind of mockingly.

“How are you going to ask her?” Ned asked. Peter was messing with the cuffs of her sleeves. “I-I don’t think I will.”

Ned looked shocked. “You have to. You finally have a chance to be with her.” Peter looked around, “I’m too scared. Besides, she said she didn’t want to go and I respect that.”

“Your loss,” Michelle said opening one of her books.

It was the Friday night of Homecoming and Y/N sat on her couch surrounded by her fluffy blankets, with a show paused on the TV screen and a water bottle in hand. She was on her phone talking to Liz, giving some advice for her outfit. “Should I wear the silver earrings I got for my birthday?” Liz asked. “Yeah, they match your dress very well.” Y/N replied, taking a sip of her drink.

“Y/N are you sure you don’t want to go? I might have an extra dress.” Liz asked, she didn’t want her friend to be alone while everyone else was having a blast.

“Yeah I’m sure. I’m fine with my TV shows and blankets. Go have fun!” Y/N stated, assuring the girl that everything would be fine. “You sure?” Liz asked, wanting to make sure her friend was okay.

“100%.” Y/N replied with a smile on her fave that she knew Liz couldn’t see. “Alright, I have to go. My date is here. If you need anything call me.” Liz said, while Y/N heard shuffling in the background. “See you later Ms. Allen.” Y/N said chuckling to herself. “You too.”

Y/N sat on the cuddled into her blankets as she clicked play on her TV remote. As soon as the show started, there was knock on the front door. Y/N was confused, was it Liz? She got up to answer the door.

Y/N opened the door, do just her body was seen. She was greeted with the smiling yet nervous face of Peter Parker, holding a bouquet of red roses with a backpack on his back and a couple grocery bags filled with chips, candy and other snacks. Y/N stood in front of him, lips parted slightly.

“P-Peter. What are you doing here?” She asked with wide eyes. Peter glanced down at his old shoes. “I heard that you were, uh,” he looked back up at her, “I heard you were spending the night in on-on Homecoming so, I wanted to join you. If that’s okay.” He stammered biting his bottom lip.

Y/N smiled widely, opening the door all the way. “Come on in.” If it was anyone else at the door, she would’ve probably made up an excuse. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was her crush. Peter smiled back. He walked through the door, waiting for her to indicate where he could go.

Y/N shut the door and moved to face him. Peter looked at the flowers in his hand, “These are f-for you.” He handed you the flowers.

The girl smiled, “Thanks Pete.” She called me Pete, was all he could think about as Y/N went to put the flowers in a vase. She quickly came back after putting the vase in a good spot.

“You can sit down Peter.” Y/N said as he followed her to the couch.

“Seems like you were having a real party, huh?” Peter said sarcastically with a small smile on his lips, seeing the TV and her blankets. “What gave it away?” Y/N replied back with the same amount of sarcasm.

“I brought food.” Peter emptied out the two grocery bags with the snacks onto the couch between the two of them. Y/N smiled. Tonight was going to be fun.

Peter turned and looked at the clock to see it was one in the morning. All night was spent with him and Y/N getting to know each other,cracking jokes, and watching bad late night TV shows. It was like they had known each other for their entire lives. She fell asleep a while ago, her head resting on Peter’s chest, with a blanket wrapped securely around the pair. He sat there, playing with her hair, glad that he skipped Homecoming. Peter sighed contently, looking back up at the TV which now had the news on. A robbery at fifth and third. “Shit,” he muttered, moving Y/N off of his chest and onto the couch.

He dashed out her front door with only his backpack in hand, with his Spider-Man suit inside.

Y/N woke up 10 the next morning still on the couch, with all the snacks from last night littering the floor. It was fun hanging out with Peter. She was kind of happy that she didn’t spend Homecoming alone. She searched for her phone to check the time. Once she found the device she saw a text from Peter.

Hey, sorry I had to leave. My Aunt called me and said that I had to go back home. Maybe we can do this again sometime at my place?

Y/N smiled at the text. Maybe I can get the guy of my dreams, she thought as she typed a reply.

Yeah, that’d be awesome.

things people forget about the outsiders

{synopsis} these are some pretty important things i think people should know bc it could help them w/ their character development or story in general. enjoy!

{warnings} the truth

{pairing} none

{bullet count} 11

• sodapop would’ve joined dally in dirty talking cherry and marcia. and if they were greaser girls, ponyboy would’ve joined in as well.


• johnny is really good at hiding his emotions. he’s also a brave little shit who can get real sassy sometimes. yes, he is meek and shy, but when he feels the need he can be tough.

• steve is still in school. repeat after me, stEVE IS STILL IN SCHOOL AND ONLY WORKS PART TIME.

• the guys only watch their swearing and behavior around cousin-type girls. if your character is a new friend of pony’s who’s coming over for the first time, the gang isn’t gonna be super-duper nice to her and accept her 100%. they will probabaly be jerk-faces for a lil while, then chill out after she proves herself.

• two-bit wanted to drive to texas to look for ponyboy and johnny.

• darry goes skiing with his friends sometimes and was voted boy of the year. he was a popular, fun guy before he became the dad figure in the curtis household. yeah, he’s hella mature and dad-like now, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to have fun.

• johnny was a good man in a rumble. i repeat : JOHNNY WAS A GOOD MAN IN A RUMBLE. HE COULD KICK ASS, OKAY.

• in the book, ponyboy kicked soc ass during the rumble. he is young and emotional, but he isn’t helpless. i personally hated the way the movie depicted him during the rumble; just letting the socs beat him up and crying out for darry the minute it begins. if you read the rumble excerpt, he obviously isn’t the best fighter but he can defend himself pretty well and can take a punch.

• johnny can take a whipping with a 2 by 4 without letting out a whimper. he isn’t gonna be on the floor unconscious after a punch to the gut, please and thank you.

• cherry is afraid of dissapointing her parents if they see her hanging with pony. i personally believe that cherry overcomes that fear and apologizes to ponyboy after ignoring him at school, and they become good friends. but the only true reason she doesn’t want to be seen with ponyboy is because of her parents. we see she clearly doesn’t really care about half of her “friends” or what she’s supposed to do as a soc (beer blasts and river bottom parties), so why would she care if her other friends saw her with pony?

R: They get mad at their s/o but they were at fault.

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Hi^^ can i request a bts reaction to them getting really mad at their gf (but really so things got out of hand and she starts crying etc.) But they later realise they were at fault and she didn’t do anything wrong? Thank you♡

A/N: You guys sure love angst. I can never write a few lines when it comes to angst tho damn ;A; btw I’m sorry J-Hope stans, this one might hurt a tad oopsie!

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Shiro and Pidge are adorable

No matter how you see them, they always are.

For the purposes of this post I’m gonna refer to Pidge as she/her but if ya hc her otherwise its up to you.

So when they all introduced themselves, Hunk showed everyone the “pic of Pidge’s girlfriend”. Don’t tell me Shiro didn’t have doubts when he saw it. Whatever doubts he had, he didn’t voice it.

Finding the Green Lion sure must’ve been fun ;)

And its cute that when Pidge was rambling, Shiro calmed her down by citing what Sam Holt used to say. (Don’t tell me he didn’t say this on purpose)

“Listen, our commander on the Kerberos mission is the smartest man I’ve ever met. And he always said, “If you get too worried about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance TO DO SOMETHING GREAT.”

It made her smile; and

“Go, be GREAT.”


Later on when they attempted to retrieve the Red Lion, Shiro remembered that the Kerberos team used to be captured on that very ship. And Pidge was dead set on finding more prisoners, with Shiro also dead set on NOT doing so and following through their plans to retrieve the Red Lion.

“Pidge we don’t have time. We have to get the Red Lion and get back to Ares.”

“In war we have to make hard choices. Now let’s get moving.”

So, what changed his mind?

“Commander Holt is your father?”

From this moment onwards, whatever doubt he had had been replaced by certainty. He knew Pidge was in fact, Katie Holt.

“I’m coming with you”

  • Keith: “What?”
  • Shiro: “I remember where the prisoners are held. Keith, you go find the Red Lion.
  • Keith: “By myself?”
  • Shiro: “Minor change of plans, you’ll be fine”

Sure Shiro, minor change of plans.

He knew the Holts are smart, so “Excellent, Pidge.” He’s impressed.

Now don’t tell me she’s NOT impressed by Shiro either. She’s a tech expert. That arm sure looks fantastic. I mean even I’m impressed.

Revelation of Shiro “attacking” Matt led to his own disbelief, and he wanted to investigate info on the crashed Galra ship.

“I’m coming with you!”

I love it when two characters say the same thing in different episodes.

And also when there’s protecting involved

“I’m sorry, Pidge!”


He. Shielded. Her. From. The. Blast. And before this specific point in time they didn’t know the Lions could come to their rescue.

At the end of the day, while everyone was here;

These two were having a beautiful friendship bonding moment

“I’m so sorry I doubted you”  - Pidge

“Your brother and father would be proud of you, Katie.”

”Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me”

- Shiro

 + Plus:

Have I ever mentioned how I love scenes with similarity?

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it’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you

summary: it’s hard for eddie to find his soulmate when the only indicator is a song in your head (but richie finds a way)

warnings: kissing, excessive amount of the song africa by toto (fr only because all of yall love it so much and i wanna please yall), and a very cheesy ending!!

read on ao3 here

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A Talk of More
  • Ymir: Ya know sometimes I think we'll have children.
  • Sasha: Awh, shucks Ymir! You haven't even put a ring on me and you're already thinking about children!
  • Ymir: * eyes wide, cheeks stained pink* What! No, no, no, no, no---
  • Sasha: * pouts, mock glaring at Ymir* You don't gotta be so rude about i---
  • Ymir: * still going, almost out of breath* no, no, no, no, nope, no, indefinitely no. * inhales and exhales quickly, scowling at Sasha* Any kid of ours would drive me up the damn wall. I'm talking about me and Historia.
  • Sasha: * flips Ymir off* Whatever, we both know we'd have a freckled legend.
  • Ymir: * rolls eyes, bumping Sasha's shoulder* Sure, sure. My good looks and your eating habits. Now, can we be serious? * frowns* I'm feeling particularly vulnerable.
  • Sasha: * bumps Ymir's shoulder back* Yeah, hit me with these vulnerabilities of yours my partner in crime.
  • Ymir: * sighs* Alright, so. You know how I find children to be...uh?
  • Sasha: The stuff of nightmares. Nasty little buggers. Tiny, loud, demons that scare you in the night?
  • Ymir: *groans* oh, god. Yeah, definitely the last one! Fuck horror movies that use possessed children. I've had nightmares for months after the last one we watched.
  • Sasha: *sympathetically pats Ymir on the arm* There, there. *clears throat a moment after* Anyways, yeah you find children almost repulsive. Now what's that gotta do with Historia?
  • Ymir: Well... the more I think about it. The more I? I dunno? I mean she makes me want it. The house near the edge of the city, the stupid white fence. Definitely a dog despite His' being a cat person, and At least two. Don't just want to go for one and them being lonely.
  • Sasha: *cooing* Dawh, she gives you feelings for more.
  • Ymir: *sighing, giving Sasha a faint grin* yeah, she does.
  • Sasha: ...
  • Ymir: ...
  • Sasha: ...
  • Ymir: ...
  • Sasha: what brought this on exactly. Despite her having you feel like you want the domestic 2.5 children life.
  • Ymir: Uh, well. * pointedly looks at Sasha's abdomen* that really. You're my best friend and already knocked up with the power jacked Ackerman's kid.
  • Sasha: * huffs, softly tapping her bump* She has a name ya know.
  • Ymir: * groans, rubbing her face* Oh, don't I know it. It's the only thing you'd scream when she came over for your nightly "workout".
  • Sasha: *gasping, looking quite scandalized* Moi? You're the one who would be yelling Historia's name when you were alone in your room. So at least I was getting proper exercise in.
  • Ymir: *pales* Ya know, I change my mind. If Historia's as vicious as you are while she's pregnant I think we'd be better off adopting.
Too Late

Plot: You never really knew that it was too late, until you saw him standing in the end of the aisle, smiling at his fiancé. 

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

Genre: Angst, non-idol au!

Note: I took quite a while with this, considering it’s exam week(s). Writing is pretty much my escape/break. Namjoon deserves so much more appreciation, so I gave this my all~ I hope you like it. 1,387 Words

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

How did you manage to fuck up this bad?

“Kim Namjoon, do you take Park Mari to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

You had 15 whole years to admit your feelings to him; 15 whole years to tell him that the only thing on your mind, no matter where you were, was your best friend. Yet, you told yourself you never got the time. You always said that you would do it tomorrow, but you just couldn’t. You would always leave him with other girls, because you had no self worth – or maybe you were just too much of a coward to ruin what you already shared with him.

“I do.”

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And here are a few more from Free Comic Book Day. It was such a blast making people happy and seeing so many faces light up in excitement. I also enjoyed hanging out with older me, whatever that strange artoo unit is, and even with my piece of scum dad. ;) 

Somehow I feel like Carrie would be proud of the last picture.

Photos courtesy of JediOKC and Michael Berndt

Novocaine-Chapter 6

Summary: It’s the one we’ve all been waiting for

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst i think

Word Count: 2194

Originally posted by spn-spam

12 years ago

Whimpering softly, you dragged your useless body across the filthy floor boards of the two story abandoned barn. At least you had thought it had been abandoned when you entered, seeking shelter from the raging thunder storm outside. As soon as you had walked past the threshold, the thing had attacked, sending you into what he most likely thought was a happy dream not knowing you were different.

It had taken you hours to fight against the poison while hot, searing agony had torn through your nerves.You couldn’t scream, paralyzed, your body useless and broken, so you had done the one thing you could do. You used your powers just as two men had charged into the building, waving stakes and guns.

Piercing green eyes had stared you down as the monster before you imploded, vile hatred simmering in the most beautiful deep green orbs you had ever seen, an accusation on the tip of his tongue.

You had thrown up a shield, dragging your sorry butt out as fast as you could, which was little better than a snail’s pace at present. You could hear their heavy footfalls, smell the whiskey and leather as they moved closer to you. Exhausted, you flip yourself onto your back, intending to only rest a moment, to catch your breath, maybe do something about the blood pouring out of you in buckets.

“What are you?” the green eyed one asked as he looms over you, his deep voice resonates in your bones, sending your heart into overdrive. His gun raised, pointing squarely at your head, the blast wouldn’t kill you, but man would it hurt.

You try to scramble backward, legs hanging limply, fear and adrenaline sending you back a foot as he takes two long strides toward you, crouches, pinning you to the floor. You freeze, staring up at him wide eyed. “Please! Please help me,” you beg, as your arms give out. “I’m human, I can’t… I won’t hurt you. Please!” you scream as you begin to sob.

He merely cocks an eyebrow. “I’ve never seen a human blow up a monster without a weapon, sweetheart,” he quips sarcastically, raising the gun once more only to be stopped by an older man.

“Wait,” the elder man commands.

The green eyed man freezes instantly, looking to the newcomer for direction. “What’s your name?” he barks at you.

Still crying you sob out a, “(Y/N),” tired beyond all comprehension.

The older man watches you carefully, kneels down, takes a swipe of your blood onto his finger and licks it clean. Eyes snapping to you, full of curiosity, he mutters, “She’s human. Get her up, Dean. She needs patching up.”

Dean stares at his father in disbelief, eyes shooting between the two of you. “Dad-” he begins to protest.

“Now, Dean. I’ll explain in the car.”

Dean nods once, and with care, you had not expected from him, he hauls you into his arms, cradling you gently against his chest. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you patched up. You’ll be good as new in no time,” he murmurs as he carries you to a sleek black car.

Your vision whites out and you sink blissfully into unconsciousness, a deep sense of safety washing over you.


Tony had installed a love seat in your room. It overlooked the rolling greens of the compound, and you spent most of your off days reclining in it, reading a book, or contemplating the mess which was your life. Which is what you were currently doing. The ever present ache in your chest had not diminished as the days had passed,

Bucky had gone on as if nothing had happened, picking up where he left off with soft touches and cuddles, slipping into your bedroom in the middle of the night, wrapping himself around you, burying his face in your neck. These moments, so precious, so maddening, were killing you, slowly.

You craved more.

More closeness, more contact, and Bucky being Bucky gave it to you. He was by your side constantly and you were drowning in him; longing for something he wasn’t willing to give you or wasn’t able to, you hardly knew anymore.

“(Y/N),” Vision monotones.

You let out an undignified shriek, bolting from your seat at the window and dropping into a defensive stance. A red ball of power flickers in your hand, eyes darting wildly around the room searching for any sign of danger. Finally settling on the floating entity before you, breathing out a huff of annoyance, you extinguish the flare in your hand, rising to your full height. “Viz, what have we said about knocking?” you ask as you watch him glance at the door.

He frowns slightly. “Should I try again?” he asks curiously, drifting backward.

“No, you’re fine. What’s up?” you reply, taking your seat and crossing your legs underneath you.

“Tony is in the lobby. There are two men who claim to know you.” He inclines his head at your panicked expression.

“These men… what do they look like?” you ask nervously. Your heart feels as if an icy hand is clutching at it, and dread coils in your stomach making you nauseous.

“Tall, muscular, clad in plaid.”

Shooting out of your seat, ignoring the protests of Vision, you hurtle down the hallway. Completely bypassing the elevator, you sink through the floors to land lightly behind Steve.

The lobby held the entire team, including Bucky, and the hot coil in your stomach tightens. Taking a deep breath, you push your way past Steve and Bucky, coming to a halt when you make eye contact with him.

His chest heaves once, his green eyes sparkling with emotion. His fists balled tightly at his sides, his face is soft, open as he drinks you in. He doesn’t speak, merely stares. His hands relax, fingers twitching, almost beckoning you, pleading with you.

Your muscles respond before your brain catches up, Taking two steps forward, you’re going to him, coming to a stop, barely inches between you. You can barely breathe, your mind a complete blank as he smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, his deep baritone melting the ice surrounding your heart.

Conflicting emotions swirling in your chest.

The smile slips off his face. True to your relationship with him, he closes the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you, knowing what you need before you do. He lifts you off the ground slightly, he crushes you too him. His arms tightening almost painfully around you. When he’s had his fill he sets you down, his hand automatically going to your ponytail, wrapping it around his fist as you bury your face in his chest.

The smell of whiskey, bacon and cheese burgers and leather fill your nose. You blink back the tears threatening to fall. The nostalgia the smell brings is nearly overwhelming. Feelings you thought long dead and dealt with burst in your chest. Love mingled with sorrow and rejection, happiness and pain, all forming a deep connection that pulls you to him like a magnet. You couldn’t part with him. It was physically painful. The mere thought sent a lance of pain through your head.

“De,” you whisper, clutching at his shirt, fearing that if you let go he would be gone. Again.

He tugs lightly at the ends of your hair and your shoulders relax, your body melding effortlessly with his.

Sam clears his throat, dispelling the tension you had failed to notice.

Your head snaps up, blinking rapidly at the man standing to your left. “Sammy!” you shriek happily, dislodging yourself from dean and throwing yourself at Sam.

“Hey, Shads,” he spins you around once, chuckling happily as you cling to him.

The smile Dean graces the two of you with could power a third world country.

Sam sets you on your feet, your eyes scanning the lobby for your favorite angel, coming to a stop when you see Bucky.

The rising happiness you feel is crushed instantly when you take in his expression. A deep scowl, anger shimmering in his eyes. He raises his eyes to meet yours, slipping into his Winter Soldier persona without hesitation. He regards you coldly.

“Explain!” he snaps, and you take an involuntary step backward, bumping into Dean’s chest.

He wraps an arm around you, and Bucky growls.

Fear blossoms, you know he can see it.

Sam maneuvers in front of you while Dean drags you behind him, muscle memory and years of experience kicking in.

Steve comes to the rescue. “Pal, you should go work it off,” he orders, regarding the Winchesters with curiosity.

Bucky doesn’t budge an inch, his eyes trained firmly on Dean. A silent stand off ensues, fraught with danger. Any second someone was’ going to start swinging.

Fearing for them both, you slip out of Dean’s grasp and inch cautiously forward. “Hey, B,” you croon softly.

His eyes snap to yours immediately.

You stop in front of him. “I’m going to take your hand now, okay?” you say softly, gently taking his hand.

His shoulders relax slightly, the scowl easing off his face.

“We’re okay,” you remind him, and his eyes losing their hard edge. “Will you walk me to my room, Sarge?” you ask lightly.

He quirks a crooked smile. “How can I say no ta a pretty dame like you doll?”

You breathe an internal sigh of relief, casting a last glance over your shoulder.

Dean’s face is pinched into a frown, his gaze catches yours. He smiles reassuringly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You can’t help the feeling of dread that floods your chest as Bucky escorts you to the elevator, stepping inside you chance a last look at your past, Dean rounds on Steve, you can feel the venom as he spits out his words, his shoulders tense and his jaw ticking as Steve replies, you can’t make out the words, the elevator door obscuring your line of sight as it closes.

You peer at Bucky, a small smirk plastered on his face as he reaches for your hand, you grit your teeth against the annoyance, hitting the emergency stop button and rounding on him. “You can’t do that James” you say angrily, he drops his gaze to the floor, “He touched you” he replies sulkily, you can’t help the twinge of hope that springs to life, or the way your lips twitch into a smile, reigning yourself in you let go of his hand, taking a step away from him. “Steve and Sam touch me. Wanda and Nat too, hell even Vision does, I’ve never seen you react that way” you challenge, raising your eyebrows and placing your hands on your hips.

Bucky scoffs out loud “Steve doesn’t touch you like you’re his. Sam doesn’t hold you the way he did, you do not melt into Wanda and you don’t look like you belong with Nat” he replies shortly, his words clipped and harsh. Chuckling humorlessly, you poke a finger at his chest, anger rising swiftly, hot and vile “you have no right to be jealous. I’m giving you what you want, friendship and only friendship” you snap, he grabs the offending finger, pulling you towards him, you’re inches away from him, so close you can see the flecks of green in his eyes “That is not the point Shadow, Dean or whatever the fuck his name is, wants something from you, I saw the way he looked at you, possessive and hungry, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you” he growls, shaking you by the shoulders “And you let him, you let him touch you, you forgot the hurt, and you ran to him like a fucking puppy after its master” he adds harshly, the words like a bucket of ice water thrown over you, you rip yourself out of his grip, snarling as you hit the Emergency Stop button, the elevator jumps back to life, jostling you both as it continues its upward trajectory.

“You have no right” you hiss, staring straight ahead, the cold glint of the metal reflecting off of Bucky’s arm, you don’t say anything else, needing to get as far away from him as possible, the Elevator grinds to a halt, the doors opening too slowly for your liking, you step through and stop, turning to face a very angry Bucky Barnes.

“If you didn’t want me to be with someone else James, you shouldn’t have insisted on just being friends. I am not a second choice, and i will not wait for you to get over whatever the fuck is going on in your head, figure it out” you snap, chest heaving with anger, your face is flushed, fists clenching at your sides.

“You didn’t want me when you could’ve had me, I’m not a backup plan, I wanted you to choose me every day like I chose you. You’re selfish and bitter and I am done being your filler girl!” and with that, you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving Bucky open mouthed and fuming in the compounds elevator.

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No, but listen, I have the very firmly held headcanon that Keith loves camping. As in “entire demeanor will pull a 180 almost regardless of what level of tense or upset he was before”. Hiking? He’s never really had the opportunity to do more intensive stuff like rock climbing but dang he would love it.

I’m just imagining some context where they can actually just take it easy for once on a forested planet and Keith is having a blast and Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are a little taken aback because they are not used to really overexcited Keith, and Shiro is just sort of hanging back knowingly like “Keep an eye on him, I’m pretty sure he’s going to start climbing trees”

Sure enough, sometime Hunk is trying to identify something and Keith just dangles from a branch next to him “What’re you looking at?”

Keith can’t believe Pidge has never had a good experience camping (she’s suffered through a couple of family trips) and he is determined to fix this.  

“You can’t use bugspray, most of the nasty ones just ignore that, you need smoke” “Smoke doesn’t come in a spray bottle” and Keith borrows a cup from the castle they can get a little fire going in and put leaves in it from time to time.

Incidentally it doesn’t help that Keith has been unwittingly immune to poison ivy his entire life? Turns out galra skin is a little thicker and pretty difficult to irritate so “identify nettles without being halfway into a whole cluster of them” is never a skill Keith developed. genetics.

Em Dashes

A lot of people use semi-colons wrong because they know there’s supposed to be a pause in their sentence that they know isn’t quite a comma, so they think it must be that mysterious semi-colon. Usually, it’s actually supposed to be an em dash (—), which in some ways is more mysterious!

The em dash is the longest of the three dashes and most often used for interruptions. Interruptions in speech, in action, in thought. It’s also a great syntax addition for fight scenes, since it makes the narrative seem quick and unexpected and jolting from side to side like a fight scene should be. Read your em dash sentences out loud until you get a feel for how its pause compares to the pause of a comma. It’s a heartbeat longer. If a comma is one beat of pause, then I see an em dash as two beats of pause.

In this first example, the em dash is used to give an aside to the reader. It’s like a btw sort of moment, which can sometimes be replaced with commas or parenthesis. I think the em dashes are most suitable when your aside is decently long.

Her neighbor, Frank, is always blasting music.

Her neighbor—the one who always blasts the music—is named Frank.

My mischievous neighbor, Vince, seemed to have a knack for graveyard cavorting.

Vince—more often called (in a raised and angry voice) Vincent Price Ramsey—seemed to have a knack for graveyard cavorting.

Next up, here’s the em dash as a replacement for the semi-colon. Kinda like a slang or shortened sentence. Semi-colons have to connect two independent clauses—meaning each side of the semi-colon could stand alone as its own complete sentence. If you don’t want to do that, try an em dash:

I thought hanging out would be great—a chance to finally see the city, just like Aunt Lillian wanted.

I thought hanging out would be great; it would be a chance to finally see the city, just like Aunt Lillian wanted.

There was a headstone hardly a foot from where I’d emerged—dark grey stone a few inches thick and maybe as high as my knee.

There was a headstone hardly a foot from where I’d emerged; it was made of dark grey stone a few inches thick and maybe as high as my knee.

Sometimes, you can use an em dash to have a speaker correct themselves, or interrupt themselves to amend their sentence.

I could see the blur of the graveyard behind him—through him—

Similar to the last example, it can be used to interrupt a sentence in order to add additional information about the sentence. Often you can use a comma in this situation, too, so try to think of syntax and how that additional beat of pause changes things. In this case, Alice has just seen a ghost for the first time, so her mind is a bit too shocked for the normal pause of a comma. Read both. Doesn’t the one with the em dash sound more shocked or surprised, while the comma makes it sound like a simple observation?

He was glowing pale—almost tinged in cold blue.

He was glowing pale, almost tinged in cold blue.

Of course, it could be an interruption. It could be someone interrupting another in speech, one action interrupting another, or a character’s thoughts interrupting themselves. Here I’ll include the sentence with the em dash and the sentence following, so you can see the thing interrupted and the interruption.

You can have an action interrupt a character’s thoughts. For the first one, Alice is in a creepy situation and completely focused on something else, so when something touches her elbow, she’s shocked out of her thoughts. For the second one, Tristan is listening for an enemy when the enemy makes a move and startles him into action.

As far as I could tell it was some kind of berry—

An icy contact on my elbow broke my resolve, and I screamed until an equally cold hand clamped over my mouth.

The night was still, and yet—

Something whistled through the air. Tristan jerked backwards, narrowly avoiding an incoming dagger.

Here we have one character interrupting another in dialogue. Pretty self-explanatory.

“I’m not going to—”

Mom’s voice in the receiver cut me off. “At least consider it.”

“After all, you’re only a—”

“If you even say girl,” I interrupted, “I’ll stab you, I swear.”

The next one is part of a fight scene, so Alice’s thoughts are interrupting themselves as soon as she thinks them. She throws up an idea, “iron,” but interrupts herself from further exploring that idea, and instead casts it out. In a fight, you don’t have time to think out long, eloquent ideas. Your thoughts should come in fragments. Stab. Punch. Dodge. Swing. Would this work? No. How about this? Maybe. The em dash can help get across this uneven jolting of thoughts.

Iron—no use. I’d dropped the knife when her damn vines ensnared me, and the nails were in my pockets and out of reach. Blood—there were possibilities there.

Continuing in fight scenes, em dashes can have action interrupt action. Don’t just throw them in willy nilly, but if you have a chance for an em dash, jump on it. Instead of a word like “suddenly,” it makes it feel suddenly. Ups the tension. Em dashes are about interruption, and what is a fight scene but two people interrupting each other’s attempts to kill the other? This is especially useful for the last line in a paragraph during a fighting scene, because it’s a nice place to have one action interrupt another.

I snatched it—slit across my hand—

And stabbed her through the heart.

His swords whistled through the air—

A clean “X” appeared on the imp’s back, severing its body into four neat chunks.

So yeah, I’m basically obsessed with em dashes and I use more of them than the majority of writers. (At 72k words, my current project has 22 semi-colons and 344 em dashes. So. Yeah. Not to mention the length of this post…) Em dashes are way cool and can add a lot to your writing even though they’re just another form of punctuation. Syntax helps your reader into the mindset you’re going for, and em dashes can be a great, powerful part of that syntax!


Highway (Part 10: Finale)

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Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you baby doll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 1,667

A/N: And this is it! We’ve followed the road and now we’re at the end. I’ve had a blast writing this series and the comments and reviews that I’ve received have been so inspirational and have kept me motivated! I appreciate that y’all have enjoyed this series so much and I hope y’all will hang around for my upcoming series!

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“You like that, doll?”

If you could talk, you would. But you found yourself temporarily incapable of speaking a single word as the deep-fried Oreo left your fingers covered in oils and left your throat coated in a warm mixture of butter and chocolate creme. After you downed the last bite of the fatty treat, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself before looking at Bucky, “God, that should not exist but I’m so glad it does.”

“Ya liked it, huh? I can get ya another one?”

“Nah,” You shook your head at his offer, “You’ve gotten me more than enough food tonight, Bucky. I feel like I’m about ready to explode. You’ll have to hose my guts off the cement.”

At your comment, Bucky couldn’t help the playful grimace that crawled onto his face.

You leaned back further into the small bench that he’d found for the both of you to take a break and relax on. It was questionably small and dirty. The wood was sticky at some parts, and you were more than sure that there were piles of gum stuck to the bottom of the bench. But the soles of your feet were starting to ache and your tummy was starting to feel uncomfortably full. After recalling everything that Bucky had encouraged you to eat, you suddenly remembered watching him devour nearly every food option in the carnival.

“How are you not full?” You asked before looking up at him as he slung his arm over the back of the bench, “You easily ate half your weight in hot dogs and cotton candy tonight.”

“I’m a bottomless pit, I guess,” He shrugged nonchalantly with a crooked smile. He watched you for a few seconds longer before he craned his neck a bit and he looked forward at the rest of the carnival. While he watched with nostalgia as kids ran around with balloons, as rings were tossed over bottles, as the brightly lit carousel turned soothingly, you watched the lines of his neck tattoo shift with his flesh. “Think I used to eat much more when I was younger, believe it or not.”

Now that was new. “Really?”

“Really,” Bucky nodded with a small smile, “I was a, uh, a chubby kid growin’ up.”

“That…to be honest, I can’t really picture that,” You chuckled, giving him a short once-over. “You’re kinda,” You waved at his physique awkwardly.

“I know. Lots ‘o…discipline, doll.” He smiled and you could see the devilish twinkle coming to life in his blue eyes as he leaned in an inch closer. And you had no capacity to doubt his remark, his powerful and strong physique more than enough proof. Hell, if you looked hard enough, you would be more than able to find the exact slopes of his biceps through the fabric of his Henley.

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More Than That (Pt. 1)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

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A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series!

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You will never forget the first time you met the Avengers. It was a pretty surreal moment for you. And all because your boyfriend had went to college with the most well known member of the team.

A party invitation had been sent to the apartment the one day and you almost had to do a double-take, noticing the address it said where the invite came from. For a second you almost thought that it was a practical joke from one of Greg’s buddies.

“Hey, hun,” you said to him as you walked into the kitchen. “This isn’t another joke from Billy, is it?” And you tossed the envelope into his lap.

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summary: davey keeps bumping into the neighbour he’s harbouring a crush on

**wow lookee here han wrote a fic! and straight away she uses a cliche!! woah!

It was a Saturday morning when she knocked. Winter, as well. He remembered how the frost had laced the kitchen window, and how even the thickest pair of socks he owned struggled to keep his feet warm. It seemed cliche, really. Something that Davey would have read about in a novel he’d studied for class.

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Dean Winchester x Reader

3150 Words

Story Summary: Dean and Y/N have been friends for as long as he can remember. Slowly, his feelings start to change, but he’s afraid to act on them.

A/N: This is a request from @saveprettydays. Hope it’s what you wanted. It’s also for @winchesterprincessbride and her follower celebration challenge. My Gif is located in the story!! 

There was never a time I could remember Y/N not being in my life. From the time we were teenagers, trying to survive a world that often left us to ourselves, she had been the constant in my life.

Even more constant than Sam. While he went away to college, she was there. By my side, both of us hunting without our parents. She was the best friend I could have ever asked for, even if it did sound cheesy.

Here it was, years later, and Y/N was still by my side. Even through the troubles of finding my Dad, and even when I went to Hell, Y/N had never given up on me. She moved in with us when we found the bunker, both of us falling in love with the place.

She was currently sprawled in one of the arm chairs, her eyes closed as the book threatened to fall from her hands. She was wearing one of my flannel shirts she had stolen from me, along with a pair of cut off shorts, showcasing her lean legs. She was beautiful, and I often found myself having to tear my gaze away from her. She was my friend, and had been for years. But a part of me, a part I kept trying to ignore, wanted things to move beyond friends.

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Edibles hit everybody a little bit differently. Most people would say it’s more of a body high especially since I usually use Indica to make my oil or butter. THC binds to fat cells so to get the best effect from your edible you should eat a small meal high in fat 45 min to an hour before you eat your edible. Some fatty foods include: avocado, cheese, dark chocolate, nuts and full fat yogurt. With edibles, the cannabinoids are metabolized in your liver instead of going immediately into your bloodstream and straight to your brain like smoking so they can take anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours to kick in but the high is stronger than when you smoke. You can compare it to alcohol consumption in the sense that people who are smaller tend to feel it sooner and sometimes harder so they would need less of a dosage then a larger person. How much you need to take at a time depends also on your tolerance. How often do you smoke? Do you need to smoke a lot to get high? For the first few times trying edibles (especially with a new company) it’s always better to start off with a low dosage. The standard dose according to Colorado’s edibles dosing guidelines is 10 milligrams. Now the following is what I have experienced through my own clients: Those who don’t smoke or very rarely ever smoke should only need about 10 to 15mg at a time. Those who smoke moderately need about 30mg and frequent stoners tend to eat about 50mg or more although its actually not necessary. Most people are just too impatient to wait for the effects of the edible to kick in or they don’t know how to get the most out of their edible. Over-medicating isn’t dangerous per se but I would advise you eat them in a safe place with people you trust in case you do “over indulge” because I have heard stories of people hallucinating although its never happened to me and I’ve eaten quite a lot of edibles in my day. You will most likely get severe munchies, a case of the giggles and take a long nap if you eat too much. Once you get the hang of how much you need to eat on average you can eat them more freely. My personal favorite dosage is 65mg. I get petty blasted but not so much that I have to go to sleep. And I personally prefer to eat edibles when I know I’m not going to smoke for a while like I’m going to a wedding or something for example or a few hours before bed. It’s typically a strong pain reliever even for those with really serious pains such as arthritis. My grandma who has arthritis and cancer uses my edibles as pain medication and a sleep aid. My mother also uses them for those reasons because of her mild scoliosis, sciatica and insomnia. All in all you have to test it for your self. Eat a fatty meal and wait an hour then eat your edible. Start small! If you don’t ever smoke start with 10 mg. If you smoke moderately you could try 30mg. Give it time (at least 45 mins) to kick in before you eat more and if you do eat more only take 10mg more. And remember these guidelines are for beginners or people who I’m not familiar with eating edibles. If you know you can eat 100mg at a time and be chill then do you boss 💚✨

TV show AU

I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so I wrote it! Also sorry for the lack of quality, school just started and I’m already stressed. Words: 1.7k

Lance hid a cough in his shoulder as he listened to Shiro explain the filming schedule for the season finale, his voice sounding as if it was a hundred feet underwater, the words just barely reaching Lance. He swayed slightly on his feet, his legs feeling like jelly underneath him, ready to give out at any moment. “Lance!” Shiro snapped, throwing him a sharp glare, all eyes turning to the pale boy. “Are you listening?”

“Y- yes,” Lance stammered, the words tearing at his throat, making it feel like it was on fire. Out of the corner of his eye Lance could see Keith giving him a strange look, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth pursed. Lance ignored him, turning his attention to the director, who was very clearly getting annoyed at Lance’s lack of concentration.

“As you know the finale needs to be out in three days, so I will need all hands on deck and everyone’s full concentration” Shiro continued. “Keith, Lance, are your lines memorized? As the stars of the show you need to be fully focused and ready to give this all you’ve got.”

“That won’t be a problem, Shiro,” Keith confirmed, staring at Lance. “Lance, are you set?”

“Of course, I know my lines like the back of my hand,” Lance shot back, his voice cracking just a tiny bit, unnoticable if you weren’t paying attention. Even so Keith gave him another strange look as if trying to read Lance.

“Excellent. Hunk, are we set on food? You’ll need to have breakfast for everyone…” Lance drifted in and out of concentration, Shiro’s words nothing more than background noise, like faint music barely discernable. It was Keith that brought him out of his stupor, shaking Lance by the shoulders.

“Come on, we need to go see Coran at hair and makeup.” Lance blinked, the scene in front of him going in and out of focus, an old picture that he couldn’t seem to make out.

“What?” The words seemed foreign to Lance, like someone else was speaking for him.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Keith said, urging him towards hair and makeup. “You’re never this out of it.” Lance knew that Shiro would stop filming if he knew Lance wasn’t feeling well, but there was no way he would ever disappoint his colleagues, or the fans by making the finale late. The entire season had been building up to it, and he would crush thousands of people if it was late.

“Nothing, just didn’t get much sleep last night,” Lance lied, remembering how he had slept through three different alarms that morning and had woken up in a panic, ten minutes left to get to the studio.

“You’re going to need to be alert,” Keith reprimanded. “If you slow down filming at all because you’re ‘tired’ Shiro’s going to be pissed.”

“I know,” Lance sighed. “I’ll get myself together, I just need to wake up more first.”

Lance nearly fell asleep at hair and makeup. Coran slowly spread bronzer over his pale, sickly complexion in a vain attempt to make him not look like an extra in a zombie movie. The urge to cough bubbled up in his throat and Lance pushed it back down, not wanting to disrupt Coran. Coran’s hands passed over Lance’s forehead and Lance could feel him tense as his fingertips lingered on Lance’s forehead a second too long.

“You feel warmer than usual, my boy,” he frowned. “Are you feeling well?”

“Fine,” Lance responded, taking the opportunity to subtly swipe at his nose, the powder drifting around him in the air irritating his nostrils. “I run warm sometimes, it’s nothing to worry about.” Lance could tell that Keith was tuning into the conversation in the next seat over, his head turned just enough so that he could see Lance out of the corner of his eye. Lance decided to make it his mission to ignore Keith for the remainder of the day. Keith was observant, there was no denying that, and Keith running his mouth would inevitably result in problems and added stress for everyone.

“Are you positive?” Coran pushed. “You’re quite pale as well.”

“I’m feeling great!” Lance snapped. He let out a shaky sigh, remorseful when he spotted Coran’s hurt expression. “Just keep going, I’m fine.”

After half an hour Lance was looking slightly less pale, although it had been impossible to cover up the faded pink patches, high on Lance’s cheekbones. “Here is your costume,” Coran said, tossing Lance a pair of jeans and a blue tank top. Lance mentally cursed when he saw the outfit, drawing his jacket tighter around him. He was already freezing, goosebumps popping up on his arms. The AC was on full blast, making the studio feel like the arctic tundra to Lance. He eyed the tank top with disdain, knowing he would be freezing in the skimpy fabric.

“Thanks, Coran,” he sighed, accepting the clothes. He ducked into his cramped dressing room, the mirror reflecting a ghostly pale boy huddled in a massive jacket, barely concealed bags hanging underneath glassy eyes. Lance’s nose twitched and he stifled a sneeze, muffling it into his arm. Relief filled him for half a second until he stifled another sneeze, a tiny tear rolling down his face. His nose was completely blocked up at that point in the day, making breathing from his nose impossible, and he was positive that any talking he had to do would be a congested mess.

He slid on his outfit, goosebumps popping up on every inch of his skin. A violent shudder passed through his body and he rubbed his hands up and down his arms, coaxing a small bit of warmth into his limbs.

“You look like hell,” Keith announced as they simultaneously stepped out of their dressing rooms, Keith dressed in a warm looking leather jacket and black jeans, appropriate of his tough but kind character, Lance’s love interest in the show.

“At least I don’t look like someone from a hot topic ad,” Lance shot back, the waver in his voice destroying any chance that Keith would take him seriously.

“Just come here,” he sighed.


“You look like you have a fever. You’re obviously sick.” He reached over to feel Lance’s forehead but Lance ducked away, barely evading Keith’s hand.

“I’m fine,” he insisted. “Just tired. Come on, Shiro will be mad if we’re late for filming.”

“Lance, it’s your line!” Shiro yelled from his director’s chair for the umpteenth time, angrily throwing his script onto the floor. “Allura, stop filming.” The cameras stopped rolling as Shiro stomped onto set, placing himself directly in front of Lance. Lance gulped, a thousand razor blades going down his throat. He nearly cried out in pain but bit his tongue, not wanting to give any sort of indication that he was sick. It was impossible to deny at this point, the fever brewing underneath his skin making his condition obvious. From the special effects booth Pidge cut the lighting, making Lance’s pale face stand out like a corpse.

“Lance is something wrong?” Shiro asked and Lance could tell he was trying to keep his temper in check. Shiro cared about all of his cast and crew but often his frustration got the better of him. “You’re missing all your cues, you don’t know any of your lines and your acting is way off.”

“Can I go to the bathroom?” The words spilled out of Lance’s mouth, a waterfall of words pouring out of him. Lance could feel Keith’s eyes on the back of his neck, boring into him.

“I think we could all use a break,” Shiro decided, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing his temples. Lance felt a sharp pang of guilt as he saw Shiro’s obvious stress, knowing that he was the one who had caused it . “Everyone, be back here in ten minutes ready to do your best.” As the stage emptied around him Shiro stopped Lance, gently putting his hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly Shiro I’m fine,” Lance responded, the last two words coming automatically. “By the end of the break I’ll be ready to work my hardest and do my best.” Lance’s smile was the definition of fake, not even close to reaching his fever glazed eyes.

“Perfect,” Shiro grinned.

As soon as Shiro was down the hallway and out of sight, the stage completely empty Lance bent over, coughs raking their way up his burning throat. Tears sprang to his eyes, rolling freely down his flushed cheeks. The makeup that Coran had spent so long trying to perfect was gone, the fact that he would have to re-do it making Lance feel a hundred times worse.

It was hard to say how long the fit went on for but the only thing Lance knew was when he stood up, completely wiped out Keith’s hand was on his back, the black haired boy staring at him with such concern it was hard to believe.

“Don’t try to tell me you’re fine, because I know you’re not,” Keith said before Lance could get a word out. Keith slapped a hand to Lance’s forehead, wincing when he felt the heat rolling off of the brunet in waves. “You’re burning up.” Lance tried to take a step but he nearly fell over, Keith catching him before he hit the ground.

“I’m freezing,” was Lance’s only response, his voice raw.

“You sound awful,” Keith commented as he slid out of his leather jacket, wrapping it around Lance’s shoulders. It engulfed Lance like a blanket, making him look tiny. “You could have told me you were sick, you know. Or you could have told Shiro, or Coran, or anyone else. You don’t have to work through illnesses.”

“I know,” Lance sighed, leaning heavily on Keith for support. Keith’s face relaxed as he saw that Lance was finally giving in, admitting his obvious illness. “It’s just that we’re on such a tight schedule, and it would be my fault if the finale was late coming out, and thousands of people would be disappointed. I couldn’t do that to everyone.” He let out another weak cough, looking smaller than ever.

“Everyone cares more about your health than when the show comes out,” Keith gently reminded him. “Take a break, take some medicine. Work will still be here when you’re better.”