whenever i see this part on here

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You guys are lucky I have like, a mega list of these lol.

  • Lance sleeps like a corpse.
    • It was something he sort of trained himself to do, mostly because the first time he tried using a face mask at night it got everywhere and his mother nearly skinned him alive
    • so yeah, he’s a log, and will tend to stay in one place on the bed from dusk to dawn
    • Keith on the other hand, tosses and turns like the rugrat he is
    • He’ll wake up with his sheets halfway off the bed and his pillows thrown across the room wondering why he has a huge kink in his neck.
      • oh yeah, because he slept with it hanging over the edge of the bed (-_-)
    • Needless to say their first night sleeping in the same bed starts off great, with Lance relishing in having Keith curl up into his side like a little koala, and they both fall asleep fairly easily
    • but then Keith happens.
      • Lance wakes up in the middle of the night wondering groggily why Keith’s fucking foot is on the pillow and where the hell is his other half?!
      • And, Oh there it is. On the floor. 
      • Like seriously Keith how is that even comfortable you human slinky.
    • so Lance hoists him back up, shifts so that Keith is on the inside of the bed facing the wall, and wraps his limbs around the boy to keep him secure
    • It works, for the most part, but Lance wakes up the next morning without any feeling whatsoever in his arms and legs
      • he doesn’t mind too much though, because goddamn Keith is really cute in the morning
        • Plus Keith feels super bad about waking Lance up and sort of..coddles Lance all day afterwards.
      • so yeah, Lance doesn’t mind at all.
  • Keith is really good a naming smells
    • Like…scary good
    • The team will be walking around on some weird ass planet and Keith will just, without batting an eye, drop a line like:
      • the air smells like wet cotton candy mixed with spit.
      • And the others can’t even be mad because what the fuck it actually does?! 
    • It’s like his superpower or something, and there has yet to be an odour Keith can’t name, or at least relate to something else
      • K: Lance your hair smells like pine tree sap and wet dirt
      • L: …is that a good thing?
      • K: yeah.
      • L: Oh! Okay then!
    • Shiro is actually the one that asks him to stop the most
    • mostly because he grew up with this shit and so many things have been ruined for him
    • like, one time Keith said his hair gel smelled like freshly opened packaged meat, and he’s never recovered
  • Keith is also hella good with kids
    • No one really knows why, but youngsters just flock towards him
    • Hunk calls him the Pied Piper of Children and it would be cute if it wasn’t so goddamn true
    • Every planet they visit that has kids on it immediately run up to Keith, or else hold his hand or cling to his legs.
    • he’s just as confused as the others because I’m not even fun! I just stand here!
      • Lance was super jealous at first, because I have the siblings, so I should be the one who these children worship. and I’m more experienced, why do they love Keith?!
        • It must be the mullet.
      • But after they start dating Lance just finds it adorable, and has to stifle a part of him that really wants kids of his own one day each time he sees Keith bend to pick up a young’un
    • The others tease him relentlessly whenever they see him watching Keith interact with babies. 
      • Lance you’re making the face again
      • L: What face?
      • The ‘I’m so madly in love with Keith’ face
      • L: I’m not!
        • He is.
  • Lance speaks Spanish around the castle
    • At first it was just for fun, singing lyrics and what not
    • but after having a reoccurring nightmare about never seeing his family again, he sort of does it now to try and keep his language alive
      • The other’s don’t really know why Lance has suddenly started speaking strictly in Spanish to Blue, but don’t question it
      • Keith does, because he’s curious, and Lance tells him the reason behind it
        • After that Keith makes an effort to learn some Spanish phrases that he surprises Lance 
        • Lance cries.
          • He denies it, but he did.
        • Keith comforted him, and there was a lot of cuddling involved.
  • Lance’s favourite colour, despite popular belief, is not actually blue
    • It’s grey
      • Like the colour of thunderstorms and rain
      • Or waves as they lap the beach when it’s overcast out
        • Or Keith’s eyes in certain lighting…
      • Not many people know this, except Hunk and Keith, simply because it’s not something he tends to share
      • But Keith makes a point of beginning to collect pictures of storms and oceans from Earth specialty shops whenever they visit alien malls 
        • Lance keeps them all pinned up by his headboard, where he’ll sit and stare at them on days when he’s feeling extra gloomy about missing Earth
        • And if Keith’s with him, he’ll turn off the light and just gaze into his eyes, watching as they shift from a dark indigo to a heavy grey as the shadows play with his irises
      • That usually doesn’t last long though, since they end up making out, both thinking god why is he so attractive! as they let their lips do the talking

Again, stopping myself here. Some of these made their way into one of my fics….

She’s Just Not That Into You » Part II (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the first part? Find it here.

Once again, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained​. I love you, B! This time around, the ever-so-lovely @chrissy22787​ helped me out, and I thank you - immensely - for that, my dear friend. 

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

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Even if Nick did piss him off, Harry couldn’t help but be proud of his best friend whenever he was awarded opportunities. He worked hard, and it was nice to see that hard work pay off in the end. So, when Nick mentioned that you were having a viewing party for his appearance on The Big Fat Quiz of the Year, Harry feared that he wouldn’t be able to celebrate the milestone with him.

“Ask her,” he demanded one afternoon.

Nick laughed, his eyes widening at Harry’s insistence. After little pleading from his friend, Nick sent a text asking you if Harry could be his plus one for the dinner party. Once he’d sent it, Harry forced Nick to show him the text for proof, figuring that it was just like him to say he’d asked you when he didn’t, instead showing up to the party with Harry anyway, thinking it was funny to throw both of you for a loop. Nick’s phone dinged minutes later, your name lighting up the screen. Your response of “Sure.” had caused Harry to go into an existential crisis, the wrinkle in his brow deep as he pulled at his lips.

“She doesn’t want me there,” he grunted. “‘m not goin’.”

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Olivia Puckett as Zoe Murphy

Here, I’m gonna analyze and describe Olivia Puckett’s performance as Zoe Murphy, and the ways in which it differed from Laura Dreyfuss’s. Enjoy!

First of all, Olivia Puckett is a blessing to us all. I love her so much (have you seen her Instagram stories?!) you all have no idea. She was so sweet, so good.

I’ll start from the beginning. Instantly, right as she entered during “Anybody Have a Map” her differences with Laura Dreyfuss were evident. She slouched in her chair, her foot giggling under the table. Also, with Connor, her dialogue was lighter, in a way. She delivered the “He’s definitely high” line almost jokingly, like she was just this younger sister poking fun at her brother. It wasn’t disapproving and harsh the way Laura’s delivery felt.

Even while they were exchanging “Fuck you’s!” they seemed more like siblings messing around than two extremely damaged teenagers taking out their anger on each other. It honestly felt like a normal sibling relationship. She wasn’t even yelling, and neither was Mike Faist. It wasn’t mean or anything. It was. Good.

Even when she marched off the stage, proclaiming that she’d leave without Connor if he doesn’t spead up, I felt as though she wouldn’t leave without him. Like that was yet another joke. No big deal. Like she’d wait in the driveway for him to come, and maybe give him a bit of a hard time about it all later, but that they’d laugh about it next week or something.

Then, she met Evan. She rushed over to him in the middle of WTAW, and he instantly recoiled, his shoulders turning inwards, his eyes on the ground, his hands twitching. She seemed genuinely concerned. Her voice was low, and she seemed to purposefully stay away from him, almost fearful of scaring him, while simultaneously wanting to be closer.

When she called Connor “a psychopath,” it sounded like she was angry with Connor for pushing Evan, who obviously didn’t deserve anything, but wasn’t disgusted or hateful. She didn’t sound like she hated Connor. Or even really disliked him. Just has a stereotypical teenage sibling relationship that’s a bit edgy.

When she walked away– “Okay…Jose…” –she turned around and looked back at Evan before leaving, almost fondly. It almost gave me the impression that this crush was requited, and perhaps had been for some time. That Evan’s love for Zoe wasn’t one-sided, that Zoe didn’t grow into liking Evan throughout the musical, but actually, in fact, liked him before it even began.

She entered, again, before “For Forever” and I could see a physical change that occurred in her during the 10 minutes or so she was off-stage. I could almost see her lose Connor, in that entrance. As she noticed Evan’s presence, she didn’t ask “Why is he here” like “Why is this weird kid in our house” but more like “Why is Evan, who I talked to in the hallway a few days ago, here?

Throughout the dinner before “For Forever,” she did this leg jiggle again. Which was. So fascinating. She had these particular ticks, ones which almost mirrored Evan’s. They seemed like two pieces of the same pie, in their own peculiar way. Simply, if Olivia Puckett announces one day that Zoe Murphy has a minor anxiety disorder, I would believe her in a heartbeat.

When she retorted about good times with Connor, saying that “There were no good times!” she didn’t sound like a possibly abused sibling. She sounded almost angry with herself, as though she was wondering why she didn’t notice something was wrong with Connor, as though she wished she’d tried harder. She didn’t sound like someone who was wronged and was furious, she sounded like someone who was remembering her entire childhood and trying to pinpoint where everything went wrong.

Laura’s Zoe seemed like a young person who suddenly lost control over seemingly everything in her life, someone who was almost drowning. Olivia’s Zoe seemed like a young person who had just temporarily misplaced control, someone who was floating just above the water’s surface.

During “Requiem,” Olivia cried, actually cried, which is something Laura definitely did not do. 

The whole “You were not the monster that I knew” thing was much less believable. But the “You’ve given me my brother back. Thank you.” thing at the end of “You Will Be Found” was so. much. more. believable.

I really felt for Olivia’s Zoe. “Requiem” was when I started crying fully during this performance, rather than during “You Will Be Found” (which normally what gets me). I felt her loss so deeply and profoundly, like she was taking the whole audience on this journey with her.

She truly seemed to mourn Connor, to have loved her brother. She seemed so devastated during “If I Could Tell Her” that she never got to tell Connor what she thought. 

It was just a different kind of loss.

As well, her relationship with Evan was so vastly different. She seemed to be more interested in him specifically and less interested in his connection with her brother. At the end of “You Will Be Found” when she kissed Evan the second time, she kept a hand on his when he pulled away. When he kissed her back, she wrapped her arms around him and like hug-kissed him. In the boot, with Laura Dreyfuss, Evan leaned Zoe into her back on the bed. 

The opposite happened here, with Zoe really taking control of their kissing, pushing Evan into the bed.

Also, during “Only Us” she put a hand on either side of Evan’s face and held him so softly when she sang “We can’t compete with all that” rather than motioning with one hand (see: Laura and Ben’s performance of “Only Us” on Seth Meyers). There was a part where she sat on Evan’s bed and Evan kneeled before her, and she held both of his hands between hers.

They held hands whenever they were together after that, honestly. During “Only Us,” Zoe normally kisses Evan once, at the very end of the song. Here, Olivia kissed Ben three (3) times. Twice while singing and once at the end of the song.

I cannot over-exaggerate the softness in her eyes when she looked at him. In all honestly, y’all, I felt myself really loving their relationship, which isn’t something I did beforehand. 

With Laura’s Zoe, I never would recommend Zoe and Evan being together for their own health. With Olivia’s Zoe, if they had met under different circumstances, if Evan hadn’t lied, I firmly believe that they could’ve had a healthy and happy relationship.

And the kegger skit!!! OMG!! She did the same dorky voice that Evan did with “til your mom gets home” when she said “in three hours!!” and they laughed. They laughed a lot.

It was so interesting to see almost Ben’s reactions as an actor to what Olivia was giving him. This was only the second time they’d ever done the show together in those characters, and it must’ve been so unusual to what he had been doing for the past hundred or so performances.

Zoe was so sweet? And? So strong? And never once mean to Evan? With Olivia, the whole “you don’t have to keep saying sorry….I was a little impressed, you ruined it” thing wasn’t as weird? It didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt like: Zoe liked soft Evan, who apologizes all the time, she just wanted him to be comfortable enough around her to not feel like he had to apologize, rather than wanting him to change.

She felt like a young girl, who had suffered an immense loss, who was coping as best as she possibly could. She wasn’t some semi-popular girl who Evan liked purely because he thought she was hot (neither, of course, is Laura’s Zoe, or any form of Zoe, in fact). She was a multi-dimensional person who existed in her own right outside of anyone else. There was no room to see her as anyone else.

When she found out about Evan’s lie, it was almost more devastating. 

I would have believed her if she had said she loved Evan. 

Laura’s Zoe was angry and possibly depressed. She was desperate to grab a hold onto anything in her life, her life which was quickly spiraling out of control before her eyes. There, Evan seemed like the perfect person to grab onto, someone that was malleable and almost willing to be controlled.

Olivia’s Zoe felt in-control, like she knew what she was doing and knew where she would be in ten years, she just wasn’t there quite yet.

She obviously loved Connor and was mourning his death, but there didn’t seem to be as much guilt involved.

In her final scene, where she met Evan at the orchard, she, like Evan, seemed to have also gone through a metamorphosis. She seemed to have grown so much, and she held her head higher, too, just like Evan. To me, Zoe is a lead character, sharing the female lead title with Heidi Hansen, rather than a supporting character.

I love Laura Dreyfuss with my entire heart and soul, and her Zoe was a very particular character as well. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact differences between her Zoe and Olivia’s Zoe, because they are both truly incredible. Both woman are powerhouses of whom I will forever be in awe. Both portrayals make Zoe a fascinating, dynamic, complex, female character, one that is much, much more than a love interest or plot point. She, in some aspects, feels like the beating heart of the show. It’s hard to put my connection with her into words.

Again, like I said with Michael Lee Brown’s Jared vs. Will Roland’s Jared, neither performance was better. Both are heart-wrenching and powerful and conveyed a message to the audience, reached out and grabbed our hearts in their hands. Both are incredible. Just very, very different.

Essentially, Olivia Puckett’s performance was incredible. Unbelievable actually. Any desire to not want to see the understudies is pointless and wrong, let me tell you. This entire cast and entire crew are the most talented people I’ve ever seen.

Everything is still so vivid to me, from the day you first embraced me to that morning you told me you like someone else. It’s been years, but the memory of you still remains. I still keep the letters you gave me and the song you wrote for me. The cap you always wore back then, before you put it on my head that night you left, still hangs in my room. My lips still remember how it felt when you first touched it with yours. You hugged me tightly before finally devouring me with passionate kisses like there’s not tomorrow. Until now, my heart aches a little whenever I hear Radiohead’s Creep because you used to sing that to me. My relatives still ask about you sometimes, but I just laugh it off. Isn’t it a wonder how you’ve long gone and moved on, but pieces of you seem to be scattered here still? You’ve left but I do not know if I remember our relationship to be my happiness or my greatest sadness. It’s too damn hurtful of you to share everything I loved and take away a part of it with you. It’s so unfair, so unfair, that I still see the image of you but you are no longer here anymore.
—  AM // when he leaves but the memories don’t

Hey folks, Paul here for MOTION MONDAY!

Today’s topic is anticipation, another one of Disney’s 12 Principles. Whenever a character takes an action, believability goes up if there’s a slight movement in the opposite direction beforehand.

These GIFs are adapted from previous Motion Mondays. Here they are with and without anticipation…

Brunhilde and Baby Thundercluck:
(Originally part of this post on timing)

Big Ol’ Thundercluck Hop:
(Originally part of this post for the Fourth of July)

It’s a simple touch that adds a lot of life, but I see a lot of animators leave it out. If you work on animation of your own, be sure to keep anticipation in mind!

Thanks for watching, and be sure to join us again… for the next MOTION MONDAY!

Bound to Happen (Part 1), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,373

Author’s Note: Title taken from a quote from Donna, that their relationship was ‘bound to happen sometime’. Heavily based off of West Wing, if you never watched it, sorry, but I hope you’re still able to enjoy this.

Warnings: Slow, slow, slow burn.

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You knew you shouldn’t have gone out with the girls last night. The slightest breeze had you nearly doubled over in hungover induced pain. Still, Lin needed you.

The Richard Rogers Theater door slammed behind you, a long groan echoing from you and a few girls who had found home on the cold floor of the stage. Their cheeks were pressed against the cement in an attempt to ease their aching heads and bones with little relief.

Hey!” Karen stood at the other side of the stage, completely unaffected by the literal bottles of liquor she had consumed only hours ago. “Is Lin here yet?”

Her eyes were narrowed and her arms were crossed around her chest. She tried not to show it, but she was pissed.

“I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” You offered, watching her hair swish as she sauntered off. If there was one person you certainly didn’t need on your bad side as your brain pounded for relief, it was Karen.

A glance at your watch confirmed the time and you knew Lin would be turning onto the block right about now. You hustled backstage, pouring coffee into a to-go cup along with the appropriate amount of sugar and milk.

Balancing coffee in your hand and a memo pad in another, you made your way back outside the theater. Shielding your eyes from the glaring morning sun, you watched as Lin skipped down the block in your direction.

“Karen’s looking for you.” You told him as soon as he was in earshot.

“Huh?” Was his intelligent response, readjusting the strap on his backpack.

“Karen is looking for you.”

“Usually ‘good morning’ is an approved greeting for this time of day.” He continued his trek past you.

Good morning.” You forced, head continuing to pound incessantly.

“What’s up?” He stopped at the door when you made no move to follow him.

“Karen is looking for you.” You repeated, eyes threatening. “I’m saying that Karen is looking for you.” Your eyes shined a threatening glance at the importance.

“Oh shit.” He sighed, wishing he hadn’t come in today, let alone be breathing in a world where he had pissed off Karen Olivo, “What did I do?”

You shrugged, offering him the cup of coffee.

“What’s this?”

Coffee,” You gestured to the little logo of a steaming cup on the side, “Says so right here.”

“No, why did you get me this? You never bring me coffee.” He finally decided to man up and swing the door open, taking a few hesitant steps into the theater. He glanced around. No Karen in sight.

His eyes shot to you when there was a lack of response. He watched for a moment as you busied yourself with your memo pad, crossing out paragraphs and starring important deadlines.

“Hey.” He nudged your side, gaining your attention, “How long have you worked for me?”

Technically I don’t work for you. I’m your assistant, but you don’t pay me, the theater does.” You eyes were back on your pad, “They certainly don’t pay me enough.” You mumbled, which Lin chose to ignore for this conversation.

“How long have you been my assistant?” He tried.

“Here? Two years.”

“How many times has Karen been upset with me?”

“How many days are in two years?” You tilted your head, attempting quick math in your head.

“Okay, so we can agree Karen is always mad at me. I don’t plan on dying today. At least, not at the hands of Karen Olivo.” He smiled, though you were still unconvinced considering the daggers Karen had glared just minutes ago.

Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Came her shriek, more than likely from across the theater. She was quite the belter.

“This might be my last meal.” Lin visibly deflated, taking a long sip of his coffee as you pushed him in the direction of where Karen had taken off. “When I die today, tell my story.” He shuffled off, leaving you with your list of tasks for the day and an ensemble of women staring at you from the floor of the theater.


“Nothing.” Mandy smirked, mid stretch, “Nothing at all.”

You hustled off without a second thought to the looks each of the girls shared. Working with Lin for the years you had were rough and patchy. You went all the way back to college, to the very first drafts of In the Heights. Back when he couldn’t get half a dozen musicians to play his music, let alone fill a tiny theater with people who wanted to watch it.

When it was announced that he would be spearheading the student production with an actual band and an actual cast and an actual creative team, it also came with an opening for an unpaid internship. Needing quick experience to top off your resumes, you applied and were never allowed to look back.

Lin took a liking to you immediately and practically called dibs on you. You were by his side whenever you could be, and when you weren’t he was sneering at whoever took you away.

You never expected him to take you this far - to Broadway. Yet, as you bustled around the theater to make sure nothing would fall apart, you didn’t regret a single second you spent by his side.

Most days were spent doing everything under the sun and more. Setting up appointments, shifting through interview questions and making sure Lin didn’t run himself into the ground.

It was a tough job to say the least, but when you went home several hours after you were supposed to be off, you still had a smile on your face knowing you made someone’s day a bit easier.

Meeting up with Lin before the show was routine, although the air seemed a bit tense after his conversation with Karen. You didn’t push it, knowing that if he wanted you to know about it he would have blurted out every detail the second you walked through the door.

You sat on his dressing room chair as he adjusted his collar in the mirror, eyes heavy but determined. Your pen clicked against his desk.

“Stop that.” He told you, eyes not moving from the mirror before him.

You clicked your pen once more to test the waters. His eyes shot to you in a small glare and you pulled back, not wanting to push him before a performance.

“What do we have?” He asked, settling into his couch and fixing his gaze on you.

You reviewed his schedule, a heavy emphasis on the appearance the cast would be making on Lopez Tonight, the first late night show he had ever been on.

“I have a date that night so I’ll miss the performance, but I’ll be able to see you guys off from here.” You added, quickly moving on to the next item.

“A what?”

“A date. You should really try one sometime. I have at least a dozen names whenever you’re ready.”

Lin rolled his eyes as he pushed away the thought of you having a life outside the theater and why he hadn’t been informed of it. In particular, why he wasn’t a part of it.

“That’s fine.” He said, moving to search through his mini-fridge. “Did you get more-”

“Behind the raisin bread.” You muttered, shuffling through your notes, “And I didn’t ask for your permission. Nor do I need it.”

Uh huh.” He pushed aside the raisin bread, greeted with cups of applesauce. “I should vet this guy, what’s his social security number?”

“He’s a teacher, he’s a nice guy, and he’s taking me out to dinner.”

Lin stuck his tongue out at the positive description.

“You haven’t even met him and you’re tossing him in the trash. At least I give the losers you date a chance.”

“I don’t date los-”

Claire.” You quirked your eyebrow, challenging a comeback.

“Fair point.” He tossed the now empty cup of applesauce just as places were called. “I gotta work. Keep my life going while I’m out there, yeah?” He winked before disappearing, not to be seen again until intermission where he would scarf down whatever lunch you picked up for him.

He would surely be dead without you there.

Trip to Roman’s Room Prediction

As the room reveals tend to happen whenever there’s a problem to solve, right now I’m maybe thinking a trip to Roman’s room will happen when his self-esteem takes a hit again. (See here here and here). This video particularly showed how he’s becoming self-conscious of how his fanciful thoughts affect the others… but I can see him taking that too far, reigning in every dream he thinks of automatically. And I think that’ll again highlight the positive correspondence that can happen between anxiety and creativity. Roman’s already told us that Virgil is the needed feeling of pre-performance nerves, and Part One of Moving On showed that Virgil was needed to give Roman motivation to create stories and worlds.

I think Roman will need another self-confidence boost, why he is needed. And that’ll probably come from Virgil’s possible reaction to him stifling his own creativity: ‘Come on, dude, I’m trying to work with you, not against you. I need something to reign in, you can’t just do nothing, where’s my motivation, then?’ 

I can even see Virgil seriously saying clearly, “Roman! I actually like some of your ideas, you know that, right?”

Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

Part 5 - Here for you


I’m nervous, we have been sitting here since our last class, holding hands, and at any moment his father is going to leave the meeting.

It used to piss me off, whenever Baz looked so calm and relaxed in stressful situations like this, but now that we spend so much time together, I can see that it’s all fake. He’s nervous. The way he keeps glancing at the door, the way he’s holding my hand and pressing himself to my side — like I’m the one keeping him in check — are giving him away.

In the last couple of weeks I didn’t know why he wanted this, with me of all people, but I think I get it now. He doesn’t hate me, not now at least, and he isn’t plotting against me. He just wants to be able to be his own person.

He’s been a constant in my life all this time, and it’s crushing me to see Baz like this. I just want him to know that I’m here for him, so I slowly close the space between us and kiss his neck slowly, and he freezes. I‘ve never kissed Baz before, he was always the one that did it. I don’t know what I’m doing, but this feels right, so I kiss him again where his neck meets his jaw.

Baz is turning into my direction and we’re so close now. I see a fire in his eyes like I’ve never seen before “Simon…”  his lips are parted, and he’s getting closer to me. I hear a door opening when Baz finally closes the space between us, and our lips meet. This feels right, I think. But before I know what’s happening, he’s pulling away and looking at the door.

His father is walking in our direction and when he’s close enough, he says, “Basilton, what are you doing here?” and glances between us.

I can feel Baz tense. “Merely waiting for my father, nothing wrong with that, ” he says calmly.

I was so worried about his father, that I didn’t notice a woman walking right beside him. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with it,” she say, looking at him, and then reaching out to touch Baz’s arm. “How lovely you two look together, Basil.“

“Thank you” He tells her, and I can’t help but blush.

“Right, we must be going now.” Mr. Pitch tells us, without looking at Baz.

“Please come home for Christmas. Mordelia and I miss you,” his stepmother tells him before leaving too.


After we talked to his father, Baz went to the woods. I wanted to follow him, but I think he needed to be alone.

He came back to our room when I was already in bed, but now he’s in his bed too, and I can’t stand the silence.


“Piss off, Snow.” I know he doesn’t mean it, and he sounds like he’s been crying for hours.

I want to tell him that his father is an ass, but he already knows that. Instead, I think of all the times that Baz reaches for me whenever he tries to calm down, so I get up and go to his bed. He has his back to me, so I lay next to him, like maybe this will help.

After a while he turns to me, and we stay like that, studying each other. All I can think about, is that we kissed a few hours ago. Did he mean it? Or was it only because his father was watching?

“Snow?” he whispers. He’s so close to me that I can feel him breathing on my face.


“For the holidays, I only intend to go home for a few days, the rest I’m staying here but… Can you spend Christmas with me?”

We technically have a deal, and I’m supposed to act as his boyfriend, spending Christmas together was probably included in it. But he’s asking anyway, so I don’t bring it up. “Okay.”

He starts to turn back to the wall again, but his body is so close to me now, that I want to reach for him. I do. I put my arm around him.

“You called me Simon before,” I tell him when I put my head near his neck.

“No, I didn’t.” he whispers a few moments later. I can feel his body relax against mine.

“You did.” He’s making circles in my arm now. It feels so good.

As I let sleep take over me, I think of how good it feels to have Baz falling asleep in my arms, and how I can’t stop thinking about our kiss.

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Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request(s): May I please ask if you can do a Yoongi x reader where you got front row tickets to their concert and he just stares at you the whole time?//  y/n meets yoongi in a fan meet n’ greet and like instead of being all hyper and nervous and all that y/n is like rlly calm and gives off this calming gentle aura, bc y/n doesnt want to hold their hand or isnt all up in his face screaming and all and it intrigues yoongi and he gives her his number and later they meet just to talk and get to know each other

Originally posted by sugagifs

The lights dimmed down in the large room filled with fans just to amp up the excitement in your chest. The room was quiet but only for seconds when the background music started playing and everyone screamed. The seven boys you had been waiting to see in person were now finally stepping out in front of your eyes. They did their greetings before starting, waving, and smiling at the fans in the audience. Yoongi catches your eye when you notice his glance directed over to you. You wave at him, smiling. To which he bites his lower lip, embarrassed, waving back at you. As the songs start coming out he continues to go near your side of the stage. Around the time they did the song, “Miss Right” he sat down on the stage. At first he was looking around in the crowd, doing his part, but near the end he continued it facing you. You smiled over at him until Jimin came over to mess with him. They laughed and moved to the other side.  All the continuous interactions made you only focus on him, forgetting you were there for all of them. After the concert you had began to file out with everyone else but someone approached you.

“I was asked to bring this to you but please don’t tell other fans. It could cause trouble..” The staff member told you

You look down at the fan meet pass, confused. “Oh but I didn’t-“

“It’s from the members. Please consider it a gift.” She told you before moving her way out of the crowd.

You start walking over to the line for the quick fan meet. You couldn’t help but wonder why they would personally hand them out until you came to the conclusion they must have been handing them out to random fans. You felt happy thinking you weren’t as lucky when it came to the stuff usually and it was a nice surprise. It’s your turn and you walk over, kneeling down in front of the table. Jimin smiles at you.

“I noticed you in the crowd earlier.” He says, signing the poster on the table.

“Really or do you say that to everyone?” you joked, laughing.

He laughed. “No, you were down in the front when I came over to Suga.”

“Hmm. I guess you really did see me then.”

Jimin extends his hands, putting his elbows down on the table to hold your hands but Yoongi cleared his throat.

“Can you keep the line moving?” He said, sitting next to Jimin.

You wave goodbye to Jimin, sliding over to him. He signs your poster fast so he could have time to talk to you.

“Thank you for coming.”

You both look back at each other as he shows off his famous smile.

“I really love your guy’s hard work and music. It wasn’t easy to get tickets though. Those things sell out in seconds.”

Yoongi reaches for your hands on the table that you kept politely in your lap so you lift them up for him.

“How about we fix that problem, then?”

You give him a confused look.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

He flips over the back of the poster, writing as small as he could, to put his phone number down on it. You were honestly stuck in shock.


“Yeah…really. It’d be nice to see you cheering us on again. On and off stage. So whenever we come down here maybe we could meet up.” He told you, whispering the last part up to your ear.

Hoseok nudges him.

“You’re gonna cause a scene..”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and then turned his attention back to you.

“I guess this means I have to let you go…but this won’t be the last time I see you, right?”

You shook your head, giving him a bright smile.

“I’d love to see you again.”

Kissing Booth

okay but fluffy idea so liSTEN:

  • The school is throwing a fundraiser for a local shelter
  • Chloe suggests opening a kissing booth, with the intention of smooching Adrien
  • Adrien somehow gets voted to being one of The Kissers (obviously he’d be attracting a lot of donors)
  • (Turns out Chloe is also one of the kissers and thus they work alongside each other, she doesn’t get Adrien-kisses lol)
  • Alya immediately tells Marinette (who missed class) what’s going down LIKE GURL GET DAT SUGAR
  • Marinette is nervous as she waits in line, she overhears several girls giggling as they exit the booth
  • “So gentle!“
  • “It kinda tickled?”
  • “I dunno, his tongue was a lot rougher than I expe—"
  • “EXCUSE ME?!” Marinette blanches and the passing girls give her strange looks as they walk away
  • Marinette is having heart palpitations as she edges closer to the front of the line
  • Wait, so many other girls have gone first what if I’m terrible compared to them?
  • ohymygoshi’mgonnafaint
  • Marinette is next and holds her breath as she parts the flap/doorway of the tent to enter
  • Adrien is fussing with something under the table he’s sitting behind.
  • Adrien and Marinette make eye contact. Adrien is surprised, Marinette is blushing furiously.
  • “O-oh hey Marinette! I wasn’t expecting to see you here.“
  • nervouscoughlaughchoking, “Wuh-well AHEM I mean-I mean it’s good here—a GOOD CAUSE here, and you, make it…good?”
  • she die a little
  • Adrien laughs, “Well, sit down whenever you’re ready”
  • “Rightright"
  • Marinette fumbles getting the money out of her pocket and into the collection jar sitting on the table
  • Not being able to look into his eyes in the dimly lit tent, Marinette closes her own and leans over the table gingerly with her lips pursed
  • Adrien pauses at this, slightly blushing at how close and vulnerable Marinette looks
  • He clears is throat before quietly saying, “okay, here it goes"
  • Marinette has her eyes screwed shut she’s so nervous but is feeling nothing but cold air on her lips
  • She flinches slightly at first contact—she feels a wet peck on her nose
  • Then a strip of sandpaper swiping up on her lips
  • Her eyes open in surprise to see a pair of yellow ones staring back at her
  • A gentle mew escapes from the kitten Adrien is holding up to Marinette’s face, and he chuckles nervously
  • “Uhm, judging by the look on your face, I guess no one told you this was a Kitten Booth?“
100 Prompts of Angst (Part 2)


51. “Whenever I’m near you, it feels like I’m drowning.”

52. “I don’t know how to love someone without hurting them.”

53. “We were doomed from the beginning.”

54. “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.”

55. “I just wanted to say goodbye.”

56. “I just wanted to see you one last time.”

57. “I came here to apologize.”

58. “What I feel for you terrifies me.”

59. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

60. “What do I have to do to get you to hate me?”

61. “I just want to turn it all off–I can’t stand it anymore.”

62. “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.”

63. “I need your help. I had nowhere else to go.”

64. “Why would you do something like this?!”

65. “Don’t you dare try selling your soul for me.”

66. “Let’s just quit while we’re ahead and save ourselves the trouble.”

67. “Don’t you dare look back.”

68. “I can hear you crying, you know. At night, when you think no one is listening.”

69. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

70. “I wish I could forget you.”

71. “I’ve seen how much you really care–don’t pretend like you don’t.”

72. “If I have to die, I want you to do it. It has to be you.”

73. “It’s always been you. It will always be you.”

74. “I’m sure when we’re nice and old we won’t even remember one another.”

75. “I don’t know why I care about you–but I do.”

76. “Don’t act like you’re so innocent in all of this.”

77. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

78. “Before you I was nothing. After you, I’ll be nothing again.”

79. “Let me go.”

80. “My middle name is complicated.”

81. “I come with a warning label.”

82. “Don’t let her do this to us!”

83. “You’re better than this.”

84. “I thought I knew you, but I guess I don’t. Not anymore.”

85. “That look in your eyes? It terrified me. You terrified me.”

86. “We’re not getting through this in one piece, are we?”

87. “Wherever I go, death follows. I refuse to let you just be another name added to the list.”

88. “Try harder, dammit!”

89. “You don’t get to give up.”

90. “You think I’m better than you? You’re better than me!”

91. “If you could go back in time, would you stop yourself from meeting me?”

92. “How can you think I’m worth this kind of pain? I’m nothing. I am no one.”

93. “You could have died! I could have lost you!”

94. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to understand just how much I love you.”

95. “Do you ever think about me?”

96. “No matter how much you hurt me; no matter how badly this ends, I’ll never regret a thing.”

97. “Stop hiding from me. I just want to help you, can’t you see that?”

98. “You should have run away from me the second we met.”

99. “So, this is it, huh?”

100. “I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.”

Some bonus prompts because even after I reached 100 I still had more:

101: “You never should have died like this.”

102. “I could have saved you–I’m so sorry.”

103. “I’m going to do what I should have done from the beginning and stay out of your life.”

104. “I don’t belong here, with you.”

105. “I’m begging you, don’t go.”

106. “I’m going to fix this–don’t worry. Soon you won’t even remember me, and your life will return to normal.”

White and Red

Originally posted by blood-and-passion

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3,726
Warning: Smut

RequestThank you! I was thinking about Ivar being completely in love with YN who’s his total opposite, but they complete each other, always relying in one another. Just a romantic Ivar. What do you think?

Notes: Hey anon! Here’s your request. I really hope that you will like it and that it’s the Ivar you imagined. I’ve got a bit carried away with it and it came out way much longer than what I had planned but who’s complaining? I added a sex scene at the end, I hope it doesn’t bother you! Again, sorry if there’s any mistakes. Enjoy heathens!

You’ve always been the kind of girl who wears her heart on her sleeves. Always caring for everyone, and always here to help. You were well known for your kindness and your beauty and people loved you. You were the daughter of the blacksmith in Kattegat and your duty was to sell his products on the market. Your father’s work was really appreciated and the majority of the warriors came to you in order to buy their new weapons. That’s where you met the princes of Kattegat. You remembered the first time they showed up at your stall. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd were flirting with you and you blushed at every word they said. But the one who caught your attention was Ivar. 

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Jeon 04 / Jeon Jungkook (fuckboy, smut)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

 🐰Previous chapters:  chapter 01  •  chapter 02  •  chapter 03  •  chapter 05     chapter 06  •  chapter 07

waking up the next morning was a problem. your head hurt and it felt like someone was hitting you as hard as they could until you would go numb. your throat felt dry and you needed some water asap. but the moment you tried getting up a hand pushed you back down on their chest. 

“mmm stay” he murmured and you realized who it was , jeon of course. you looked up at him, to see his brown eyes closed shut and his lips pressed into a small smile. he looked stunning with the light shining on his beautiful skin. 

‘‘oh fuck…did we do it?’‘ you stammered but he only nodded away and you sighed in relief. 

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Bugging Out

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description:  Can I please request a Bucky x reader. Where the reader and Bucky don’t like each other very much, but one night everyone else is on like a mission or something and the reader gets scared of a water bug in her room. Bucky hears her and makes fun of her for being scared but then notices she’s like really upset and crying and he comforts her. Really fluffy pls. Sry it’s a pretty detailed request I have a phobia of bugs. (requested by anon)

Word count: 1,187

Warnings: Swearing, bugs (if those bother you)

A/N: I am the absolute WORST person in the world, I literally haven’t posted an imagine on here in a year. A whole year. I’m so so so sorry you guys, I really don’t have any excuse other than being preoccupied with other things, but that’s still no reason to have left you all for that long. I hope you guys can forgive me, and that some of you are still with me despite my extended absence! School is almost over (only 3 weeks left!) so I’m hoping that I’ll be a lot more on top of this blog when that time comes. Again, I’m so sorry and requests are open if you wanna send those in!

“Can you clean up after yourself for once in your life?” you shouted, your voice echoing across the empty room. Everyone - except for you and Bucky, that is - had left to go on some apparently super important mission, and to be honest you were getting quite annoyed with Mr. Barnes. 

The two of you had never gotten along very well. It wasn’t like you hated each other or anything, you’d both just much rather spend time with other people. You thought that everyone knew of your mutual dislike for each other, so you were confused and pretty annoyed to find out that everyone was going on this mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. 

“Hello?!” you called out, huffing when you didn’t get a reply. Bucky had, yet again, left his dinner dishes all over the kitchen, and didn’t even bother putting them in the sink. You didn’t mind cleaning up after people most of the time, but Bucky was getting on your last nerve with his constant messiness that he seemed to leave just for you to pick up. 

You realized that Bucky probably wasn’t even in the tower at the moment. Either that or he was purposely ignoring you just to make you mad. Whatever the case, you were ready to punch something, preferably his face. You cursed under your breath the entire time you washed his dishes, and when you were done, you slammed the dish washer shut (just in case he was still in the tower; you wanted him to know how upset you were). 

It was pretty early in the evening, only around 7:00. Wanting to get your mind off of how pissed you were with your sole companion for the night, you decided to take a shower. After going to your room and into the bathroom that was connected to it, you quickly undressed and let the water run until the room got nice and steamy. 

You washed your hair with your favorite shampoo and let the warm water soothe your aching bones and tired mind. Too soon, the water started to get cold, so you reluctantly turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. You’d prepared ahead of time and set out a fluffy white towel to dry yourself with, and once you’d wrapped it around your body, you opened the bathroom door and stepped into your room. 

Everything was going perfectly normally. You looked in your dressers for some pajamas, before laying them out on your bed and getting ready to change into them. Your routine was interrupted, though, when you saw a huge water bug climbing the wall right next to your head. 

You screamed probably louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. You’d always been terrified of bugs. You could handle fire and assassins and people shooting at you on a daily basis, but bugs were the one thing you absolutely couldn’t handle. 

Just then, the door to your room burst open, and a frantic Bucky swiveled his head, seemingly looking for danger, holding a gun. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he couldn’t find any immediate threat. “Why did you scream?”

“Th-There’s a bug,” you stammered, pointing at the wall where you had previously been standing. “Right there.”

Bucky walked to where you were showing him, and when he saw the bug, he broke into laughter. “Seriously?” he choked out through his hysterics. “A bug?”

“It’s not funny,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and just now becoming aware that you were still in a towel. 

“I mean, I’m sorry to say it doll, but it kinda is,” he chuckled. “The fearless y/n, able to knock out men twice her size and barely blink an eye doing it, reduced to tears by a silly bug.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you mumbled, backing into the wall across the room to further the distance between you and the bug in case it could fly or something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still in a towel here, and any other time I would have told you to get the fuck out of my room and let me change, but I’m terrified right now and really would appreciate it if you’d kill that thing for me. Then as soon as you’re done you can leave and make fun of me all you want and we’ll go back to hating each other just like before,” you said, your voice wavering as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

Bucky didn’t say anything for a few seconds before saying quietly, “Shit, you really are scared, aren’t you?” He grabbed a tissue from beside your bed and wrapped it around the bug before going into your bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, moving to the side so that he could leave. He didn’t walk away, though. 

“I don’t hate you,” he said suddenly, and you blinked in surprise. Had you heard him right? 

“You…You don’t?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Then why did he try to make your life a living hell every second of every day? Were you just overreacting?

He sighed and shook his head as he sat down on your bed. “I know it probably seems like I do sometimes, but I really don’t. I just thought you hated me, so in my mind it was easier to annoy you as much as possible.”

You laughed dryly at his reasoning, sitting down next to him. “I don’t hate you either,” you told him, shrugging. “I dunno what made us act so hostile towards each other in the first place, but I, at least, want that to be over.”

“So do I,” Bucky agreed. “And I’m sorry for laughing at you about the bug.” At the mention of what had just happened, you cringed, and Bucky quickly apologized again for bringing it up. “I didn’t realize how scared you actually were until you pointed out that you weren’t kicking me out while you’re still in a towel.”

In that moment, you realized you were still basically naked, and you gasped. “Oh my God, get out!” you shrieked, pulling your towel up as far as it would go over your chest. 

Bucky laughed heartily. “There we go, back to normal,” he stated, standing up. “Again, I’m really sorry, y/n, I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, just wanting him to leave so that you could change. You realized, though, that you were acting somewhat rudely to the guy who’d just come to your rescue, so before he walked away completely, you called out, “Hey Buck?”

He turned around, seeming surprised at the nickname, and said, “Yeah, doll?”

“Do you, uh, maybe want to…watch a movie with me or something?” you wondered, suddenly shy. “After I finish changing, I mean.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Awesome,” you grinned, before making a straight face again and saying, “Now get out.”

Bucky laughed and turned around, closing the door behind him as he said, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, y/n.”

A/N: I might start tagging some of you guys in my imagines whenever I post one if that’s something any of you are interested in. So if you wanna be a part of my tag list, either comment on this or shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to add you! :)

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A Chance to Come Through

Request: “Could you write something where maybe Sonny gets hurt on the job and the reader is his girlfriend that the squad doesn’t know about?”


Sonny Carisi is a great boyfriend.

You had only been officially dating for a few months, but you knew it was the real deal.  Sonny is thoughtful, sweet, funny…he’s every quality you’d want in a guy, and then some.

You met at Fordham Law, and although the two of you hit it off from the beginning, you weren’t quite ready to be in a relationship at the time.  You texted every now and then, but you didn’t see much of each other after finishing school.

Then, a few months ago, Sonny nearly lost his life on the job, and that’s when he called you and asked you out for coffee.

“I don’t want to take things for granted anymore,” he’d said, his hand covering yours. “I think we both know there’s something here.”

And he was right.

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jonatgan-official  asked:

I just wanna know, why do you bind?

i’ve had some gender questioning since  as far as I can remember in my life tbh, i was like very solidly a boy through my whole youth but didn’t know that i could actually be a boy (aka that trans was a thing)

now that i’m older i’m just kind of ???? with my gender, but i’ve been a part of so many feminist communities and faced so much from being in a lesbian relationship that i can’t help but feel connection to being a woman even if i don’t feel 100% woman and so I continue with she/her pronouns 

so basically whenever i see my boobs i feel like “these shouldn’t be here i don’t want these” and binding is more affordable than surgery lmao 

anonymous asked:

The thought of Lavi still holding on to Allen's card gives me life

Same here, anon. Same!

Whenever I read the part when Lavi picks up Allen’s card, it always feels like this was the first time that Lavi realised that he really does care. Before, we already see glimpses but Lavi started with the thought that the people at the Order will never be his friends and that it is okay like this.

But when Allen was presumed dead and he picked up this card, something changed for Lavi. Even if he tries to deny this feeling. It gets quite obvious when Lavi gets angry later on the ship when he yells at Lenalee.

He is so furious and almost cries. I do believe that he didn’t only say these words to Lenalee - but to himself as well. Lavi wants to get over it. He basically also yells at himself in this moment which is made clear when Bookman scolds him. I mean - look how incredibly baffled and irritated Lavi is. Later in the arc, Lavi even admits that when Bookman scolds him he felt pain. 

It’s like he lost himself and his self-control for the first time in that moment. And even more important is the fact that Lavi agrees with Bookman here and he still doesn’t let go. He keeps it a secret and I think this was the moment where his inner conflict really started. He wants to be a Bookman - but on the other hand he does not want to leave his friends behind. So for him I think the Ace of Spades symbolises his conflict in a way. 

Also nice to know is that, symbolically speaking, the Ace of Spades symbolises not only death but also new beginnings, spiritual awakening. Something that stood still is finally set into movement. 

The fact that it was this card above all is nice if you interpret it this way. 

And you see how incredibly important this card is for Lavi. Not because you see him holding it but because he came back for it. During the attack of the Level 3 Akuma Lavi is attacked first and during this attack Lavi loses the card on deck:

But later in the Manga, Lavi has this card again so he had to get back and look for it. He held onto it for all this time and didn’t say a word about it to anyone. And even more Lavi held onto this card for Allen. Even if Road is the one saying this out loud - she’s in Lavi’s head. She knows what is going on in his head and plays with this so I do believe that she was right when she says that Lavi held onto this for Allen. 

Lavi stabs himself and with this, basically breaks his own mind before Road can. But right as he’s doing this, the card vanishes. It’s such a tiny detail but when you think about what this Ace of Spades means for Lavi it’s actually a huge thing. Since he carried this card around with him, Lavi changed. He cares more, he feels more pain and his conflict gets worse but somehow I think he also is okay with this because of this card. 

Deak says that Lavi isn’t Bookman anymore

He says that Lavi will vanish. So when the card vanishes, the Exorcist Lavi vanishes as well. Because this card symbolises his heart. At this point, Lavi really can’t pretend that he doesn’t care about the Order anymore. And this time it seems to be okay. Before, Lavi forbid himself to feel like this but this moment changed him even more. He realises that he is allowed to feel friendship and that this won’t make him a bad Bookman. It’s so nice to see him coming to terms with him showing his heart even if Bookman doesn’t want him to - which gets clear a few pages later, when Lavi hears Allen call out for him. He looks down and what a surprise - he looks at the now blank card. 

I could go on and on about this but then I’ll probably be here for the next hours so I’ll stop now xD! But yeah these are my basic thoughts about this card yes I’m very passionate about this simple thing ahhh

anonymous asked:

Hey i know you plan to make a part two of the blind lance with his sight having slowly deteriorated but i know you have a lot of other requests and prompts so treat this ask as a gentle reminder so you dont lose track of it because i have really excited to see more whenever that it! Dont feel rushed to get it out, just let this ask sit in your ask box until you can get it done

I haven’t forgotten!!! Just prompts keep coming so I’m swamped. 

But as promised here is Part 2!!!! 

Part 1: 


Part 2


The team couldn’t make Lance budge no matter what they said or did. Lance firmly believed that they needed a new Blue Paladin, someone who could do that job. 

Allura refused to help him look for a replacement. “We already have a paladin Lance, it’s you.” 

Lance would never listen he would justy place his hands over his eyes and sing a song over their talking. 

Allura still refused until Lance stopped going to training and team bonding. She had no choice then. Lance was making it impossible to form Voltron. Allura started looking for a new paladin. 

Yet everyone she found that was suitable for the team and brought multiple skills with them Blue never liked. She wouldn’t even give them a chance. Blue simple put her particle barrier up and didn’t say anything. 

Lance spent most of his days sitting in Blue either in silence or talking. He would talk about how much he hated what happened to him. He would talk about why he didn’t understand why she didn’t find someone new, someone better. 

Blue would never hear it though, she would snap at him and tell him that she wasn’t going to change paladins because she had no reason to. 


“Princess! The castle is under attack!!” Coran screamed as he attempted to move the castle out of the line of fire. 

“PALADINS! Get to your lions now!!!”Allura brought the particle barrier up and activated the weapons.

The lions were out about a minute later fighting a giant fire monster. The weren’t succeeding at all. 

“Princess we’re going to need Voltron!” Shiro said as he maneuvered his lion around a lack of fire. 

“Well in order to have Voltron we need Lance and he won’t leave his room.” Keith replied as he attempted to shoot at the monster, but fire on fire doesn’t work well. 

Allura watched what was happening in front of here and balled her hand into a fast “Coran watch the bridge. I’ll be back.” She ran out of the room. 


Allura didn’t even knock on Lances door before she barged into his room. “LANCE!”

Lance sat up from his place on his bed. “What? Ever heard of knocking?” 

Allura walked towards in and grabbed him from his collar and pulled him off his bed, out of his room and started down to Blue’s hanger. 

 “Hey what the hell are you doing?” Lance tried to shake off her grip on his shirt. 

“You need to pilot Blue.” She walked faster. 

“How? I’m not a paladin. You need to find a replacement.” Lance crossed his arms as he accepted the fact that he was going to be dragged to wherever Allura wanted. 

“Well we don’t have a replacement and your team is dying because they need Voltron. So you’re going to fly Blue to the best of your ability.” Before Lance could respond Allura threw him into Blue and Blue shut her jaw. 

Lance blindly felt around for the seat and as soon as he was sitting Blue flew out the hanger excitedly. She hadn’t been flown in weeks. 

Lance couldn’t do anything but scream he had no idea what was happening nor where he was going. Lance didn’t even have his helmet on so he didn’t know if anyone was talking to him. So Lance just kept screaming and screaming until Blue had enough and she roared at him. 

“My paladin I love you but you are acting like you’ve never flown before.” 

Lance felt like he’d been slapped “Sorry Blue but I can’t see!!! And I don’t know what is happening! I have the right to scream.” 

Blue roared again “Focus on our bond, all will be clear then.” 

Lance huffed in annoyance but complied to what Blue said. Focus, focus, focus. 

Then it happened. Lance saw a small light, but then it grew. It kept growing until Lance’s vision was filled with light and the light started to change. Lance realized what was happening. I’m seeing what Blue is seeing! Lance whooped with joy and made Blue do a spin. He didn’t care if he was in battle, he was seeing things. Colors, objects, the other lions, the fire monster. He saw it all. 

Lance gripped the controls tighter as they started to form Voltron. He was vibrating with joy. He didn’t even think that this was possible. He knew that Shiro saw through Black’s eyes but Lance didn’t believe that his bond was strong enough to do that. 

But Lance was fighting like he never stopped. Blue activated her weapon and they were able to soak the monster down resulting in victory. 

Lance landed Blue in her hanger and jumped for joy. He was ecstatic. He only stopped when he notice everyone standing outside of Blue. Lance bursted into tears. He could see his teammates. Lance ran out of Blue. 

He jumped at Hunk and brought him into a giant bear hug. 

Hunk hugged back “Lance that was incredible! How did you do that?” 

Lance pulled away from Hunk, “It was Blue. I could see through her eyes! Our bond has strength throughout these weeks.” 

Every smiled at the new information and Coran placed his hand on Lance’s shoulder. “Well my boy guess we don’t need a replacement after all.” 

Lance smiled ad looked at Blue, she purred through his head “No I guess not.” 

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Love Poem

A/N: Hope you enjoy :)

Your best friend, Harry, calls you one afternoon, “‘Lo Y/N, can we do our movie night t'morrow night instead of t'night?”

“I guess so, why?”

“’Ve got a date t'night, and ’M gonna spend the night over there.”

Your heart drops. All you wanted was to spend time with Harry, and he’s going off with another girl. “Okay, that’s alright,” you finally answer.

“Thank yeh, I’ll call yeh t'morrow.”

You’re the first to hang up, and you spend the next few hours feeling down about Harry being on yet another date with someone other than you.

You’ve had feelings for Harry for years now, always hiding them in fear of ruining your friendship, but now you’ve hit your breaking point. You know Harry doesn’t feel the same about you, but you can’t keep having your heart broken, so you write a poem, a love letter of sorts, telling Harry how you feel and saying goodbye.


Early the next morning, you take the poem to Harry’s house, slipping in with the key he gave you. You’re about to leave the poem on his kitchen counter when you freeze. This was Harry, your best friend in the entire world. You couldn’t just walk away because at the end of the day you’d rather have Harry as just a friend than not at all.

You throw the poem in your bag, not bothering to close it in your haste to get out of his house. If you had looked back, you would’ve seen the poem fall to the floor in Harry’s entryway.

From there you decide to just drive. You have no idea where you are going or if there’s even a destination at all. You just know that you need to be away for a while to be alone with your thoughts. You had to be okay with the fact that Harry wouldn’t love you, that you two were just best friends, and after a while you accept that.


Harry pulled out his phone to call you as soon as he left the girl’s house, but you didn’t answer. At this, he began to worry. You always answered his calls or if you couldn’t talk, you texted him to let him know you were okay, but maybe you were just busy.

He passes your house on his way home, but your car isn’t there. He tries to think of where you could be, but he can’t remember you telling him that you had anything to do today.

Maybe you had gone to his house early, he hopes as he pulls onto his street, but he comes up to an empty driveway.

When he enters, he spots a note on the floor. He picks it up and reads,

Dear Harry,

We’ve always been the best of friends, even when we were young

You and Harry, just nine years old at the time, are running through his yard, not a care in the world. You play tag, follow the leader, and all the other fun children’s games.

“Y/N! Harry! Time for lunch!” You hear Anne yell from inside the house.

You sit down at the table with a smirk, stealing Harry’s chair.

“Hey, that’s my seat,” Harry tries to pull you from the chair, but you grip on tightly.

“Not anymore,” you tease.

Harry playfully glares at you before he pounces, tickling you. You wiggle in the chair in an attempt to escape the tickles, but you lean too far, and both you and fall onto the ground in a heap of giggles.

And I’ve always picked up the phone, whenever you’ve rung

You wake up to your phone ringing. Glancing at the clock, you realize it’s 4 AM. You dig your phone out from the mess of sheets on your bed and see Harry’s face lighting up the screen. “Hello?,” you have no idea why he’s calling you at 4 in the morning since he was supposed to be halfway across the world writing songs in some secluded studio.

“Hey, Y/N! I just finished a new song, you wanna hear part of it?”

“Harry, you realize it’s four in the morning here right,” you yawn.

Harry pauses and you can almost hear him doing the math in his head, “Oh yeah, ’M sorry f’ waking yeh up. ’Ll let yeh go back t’ sleep now.”



“I’m up now. Can I hear the song?”

He it for you while you fall back to sleep, “G'night Y/N.”

I’ve always been there for you, and you’ve been there for me

Harry comes over to your house after a date, his face telling you something went wrong.

“What happened?” You ask, pulling him into a hug.

“She broke up with me. Said m’ life was too much f’ her, and that I didn’t make her happy anymore,” Harry tells you.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” you try to comfort him as you lead him to your couch.

You lie there with him for a few minutes, and just when you thought he was falling asleep he says, “I really thought she was the one,” his tears finally falling.

You don’t know what to say to that, so you hold him and let him cry into your shoulder just as he had done for you when your grandmother died.

But you’ve fallen in love with them instead, so together we can’t be

“I met someone today,” Harry tells you on the phone one day.

“That’s great,” you try to sound happy for him.

“Yeah, she’s really nice, and she’s pretty, and I really like her,” Harry gushes.

This isn’t the first time Harry has told you about  another girl, and you’ve learned to deal with it as best you could.

I’ve tried to distract myself from you, with dates that were pure torture

You’re on another date tonight. It’s your third date this month, each time with a different man. You reach the table to find today’s man already sitting there with an annoyed look on his face.

“Took you long enough,” he says as you sit down.

“It’s only five minutes after seven,” you say, checking the time on your phone. You were in for a long night.

The waitress comes and you both order your food, waiting in almost silence for your entrees to arrive.

“Finally,” the man complains when the food arrives. He inspects his food, “This was supposed to be cooked well done,” he practically yells at the waitress, “How could you mess up something so simple?”

“Sir, I’m sorry, I gave them your order correctly, but they must have made a mistake. I can take it back and have them remake it if you want,” the waitress reasons.

“Well couldn’t you have used your eyes to see that it wasn’t cooked correctly and gotten it fixed before you brought me the wrong dish?!” The man shouts. “The idiots they hire these days,” he adds to himself, shaking his head.

At this you’ve had enough, you stand, reaching into your wallet. You hand the waitress money for your food as well as a generous tip. “I’m so sorry,” you apologize before leaving the restaurant.

But it’s you I always run back to, when I think about our future

Harry cuddles with you on his couch with his arms around you. You’re watching a movie while you recount your bad date to Harry, “He was awful.”

“Awe come on, he couldn’t ’ve been that bad.”

“He couldn’t have been worse. He was even rude to the waitress,” you scrunch your nose in disgust.

Harry laughs at your face and pulls you closer. It’s not long when you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

I couldn’t help but fall in love with you, now more than ever before

It all hits Harry at once. You loved him. Looking back, he can see it now. Every hug, every phone call, every look, was filled with love that he mistook for friendliness.  

So how can I still be your friend, when all I want is more

Another realization hits him. He wants more too.

I’m sorry I have to say goodbye, since you mean more to me than you know

Now, just when Harry understands how much you mean to him, you’re saying goodbye.

I never meant to hurt you, but I’m sorry, I have to go

- Y/N

Harry doesn’t know how he’s overlooked his feelings for you for so long, and now that he’s finally figured it out, you’re gone. He has to find you and tell you how he feels.


Harry checks all of your favorite spots around town, but you’re nowhere to be found. He tries your house one more time and is relieved to see that you’re home. He rushes out of his car and to your door.

You jump when you hear a knock, finding Harry on your doorstep.

“I read your poem, Y/N,” Harry steps inside.

“What? How?” Your face goes pale, your eyes widen in shock, and your entire being is sent into a panic, “You were never supposed to read that.”

“It was on m’ floor. I don’t know how I wouldn’t ’ve read it,” Harry says matter-of-factly, “Y/N,
I —”

“No,” you interrupt, “I’m sorry, I must have dropped it on the way out, but I never meant for you to see that poem. I mean, I did when I first wrote it, but when I got to your house, I just froze. I couldn’t give you the letter, and I couldn’t say goodbye because that’s selfish. I know you can’t control who you fall in love with, and I understand that you don’t love me, and I’ve accepted that because I need you in my life, Harry, even if we’re just friends —”

“Y/N,” he grabs your hands to stop your rambling, “’M not going anywhere. I love yeh. I always have, I just didn’t know it.”

“What?” You stop in shock.

“Reading that poem made me think back t’ all our time together, and I realized that ’s you. ’S always been you, Y/N, and ’M sorry it took me so long to realize it, but please just give me a chance,” Harry pleads.

You’re not sure what to think at first. You should be happy, after all, this is what you wanted, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s really sincere.

Harry, sensing your worries, cups a hand to your cheek, “’M serious, I love yeh.”

The look in his eyes tells you he means it, and he leans down to kiss you. It only lasts a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity, both of you pouring out pent up emotions and love.

Harry pulls back for a second. His forehead still resting against yours. “I love yeh,” he repeats with a smile.

“I love you too, Harry.”

“Be mine,” it wasn’t so much of a question as a statement.

“I’ve always been yours,” you reply.

Harry kisses you again, even more passionately than the first time, as if you were making up time for all the years you both ran from your feelings, and you’re suddenly thankful that you dropped the love poem.

anonymous asked:

for the ut, uf, us and sf bros, how do you catch their attention if you're crushing on them?


-Laughing at his jokes is a sure way to make him notice you. He value humor a lot, so someone who can either fire some puns back at him or looses it if he keeps going for long enough is already attractive to him. Don’t force it though, he can read people fairly well and he knows when you think it’s funny or not.

-He knows you’re crushing on him, no matter how well you’re hiding it he’s got you figured out. This doesn’t mean that he has any idea how to handle it though. If he likes you back, he’s going to be a little flustered around you. But still acts fairly normal. Just to let things progress naturally. He doesn’t really have the energy to go into full romans mode.

-Being lazy is probably going to work best for you? He doesn’t like doing a lot of physical activities, he likes to ‘’conserve his energy’’. So just hanging out at Grillby’s, or watching a show you both likes together is enough. He’s actually kind of introverted, so learning that he can spend time with you without ti exhausting him is really going to make him interested in you.


-While he likes showing off how great he is in front of others, he also likes other people showing off to him. If you’re good at something, no matter how ridiculous you may think it is, he wants to see it. He wants to see your passions.

-He’s all about doing activities together. So take him on lots of friendship dates, and then stop adding the friendship part when you ask him out ;)

-Examples of above include training, cooking, going to the movies, charity, and literally anything else that you can do together. He is so excited to do these things with you.

-He falls for you when he sees how you act when you’re happy and you don’t think he’s looking. Or when he sees that you’re passionate about something.


-I don’t really know what you can do here to be honest, except be persistent. He’s going to push you away whenever you try to be friendly. And he gets aggressive when you get flirty because he’s such a tsundere.

-One thing is if you’re in on his humor. Which is pretty dark and offensive, like really horrible and you shouldn’t be laughing at this dark and offensive. It’s almost so bad that he judges you for laughing when he said the joke. But that’s because he knows that they’re horrible and he didn’t expect less from him. But you? Jeez, kid.

-And if you’ve gotten to the friendship point, letting him flirt with you might work. He’s going to, most definitely. And if he sees you getting all flustered and blushing from his jokes and flirtations, it’s going to really catch his interest. Best thing is if you suddenly flirt back and catch him off guard. That’s when he teleports out because nope can’t deal with that and his cheeks are not red at all nope.


-I think letting him talk about himself is one way to get him to really notice you. You have to find the line between boasting his ego, but still not putting up with his bullshit treatment of others. Let him talk about how he’s the captain of the royal guard, and how he is really great. But don’t let him order you around however he wants. Defiance against him isn’t common, it’s going to shock him.

-He hates feeling vulnerable, and if you can somehow lurk out his emotions without leaving him feeling too open, then you’re halfway to becoming his crush.

-He likes showing off his skills. And since cooking is a passion of his, letting him cook for you on small friendship dates is a nice way to get to know each other. Bonus if you’re good at cooking too, then you can each cook different things and compare them.


-Okay so, it doesn’t matter how obvious your crush is because he is so oblivious to it. Unless you literally sit him down and tell him that you have a crush on him, he isn’t going to notice it. But chances are that if you’re around him enough to get a crush on him, he’s been around you enough to get a crush on you.

-And unless you’re super oblivious too, you can use that to your advantage. Let him woo you.

-Playing secret admirer is also something that will get him going. He’ll be looking everywhere for the person who sent him flowers or cute little notes. He loves the challenge of finding them and he’s blushing up a storm every time he finds a new note. Especially if you leave clues as to who it is, that way he can solve it.


-Just flirt with him. He does it with everyone else, so someone who does it with him is a nice change. Also be cool, but not over the top cool. More like chill? Stressful things make him anxious and he has to spend a lot of energy acting calm all the time.

-Next step is making him feel comfortable enough that he doesn’t have to act calm. This is going to make him trust you more, especially if you can help him calm down. Optional next step is to let him calm you down if you’re anxious. It’s a two way street.

-Despite his constant flirting with people (and you, after a while) he still wants to take it slow. So don’t try and rush him into things. He likes going from friends to better friends to the point where people are yelling at you two to just get together already. Go along with it and just ease into things.


-Oh boy. So this guy is going to get a crush on you pretty fast if you show him that you’re interested. And after that it’s going to be him aggressively wooing you.

Things that work to get him further interested are:

-Boasting his ego and letting him show off his skills.

-Being genuinely concerned for him (It’s going to really throw him off guard but somehow he likes it).

-Both being easily flustered and not being easily flustered. He likes flirting and saying suggestive things. So if you’re easily flustered he’s going to keep going until your face is on fire and then some more. But if you’re not easily flustered, it just makes the moment where you break more fun. And trust me, he will get you to that point. No matter how much you try and keep your cool.

-Also LET HIM RANT TO YOU. He’s not the best with emotions, but if there’s one thing he knows it’s irritation and frustration. And he’s a lot easier to deal with after he’s vented all of that anger off on someone. In turn, he’ll let you vent about everything that’s bothering you. It might not sound like it, but it’s developing into a healthy habit for the both of you. He’s a surprisingly good listener, even though he sucks at comforting people.


-If you’re a decent person, that’s sure to catch his attention. He really likes the contrast between you and the monsters from underground. Some humans are just so soft and sweet compared to what he’s used to. And he likes watching you interact with others, doing normal stuff.

-Surprise him by being caring towards him. Casual stuff like friendly worrying. Did you eat today, sleep enough things like that. Don’t go overboard with it though.

-If he doesn’t like you, it’s almost impossible to get closer to him. He’s not going to hurt your feelings intentionally, unless you are a literal jerk. But he’s good at avoiding people.

-If he does like you, he tries to spend a lot of time with you. Quietly in the background making sure everything is okay. These are the times when you should talk to him more. He falls in love with people when they’re not looking, busy being themselves.