Dark pushes himself up off the floor only to find himself in
his own void. Markiplier stares down at him with a smile. “It’s not fair, is
“Very funny,” Dark growls.
“Good to know you still have a sense of humor after all
these years.” Mark grabs Dark’s chin and tilts his head from side to side. “Why
are you so desirable to the House? Why does it want you specifically?”
“Experience,” Dark says, jerking his head back out of Mark’s
hold. “Was I always this annoying?”
Markiplier laughs until a strange expression passes over his
face. His features contort and twist as a strangled noise is wrenched from his
throat. Dark takes a step back as he falls to the ground, presumably dead. In
his place, a mirror image of Dark stands still smiling—the house’s aura. “I was
growing tired of him, too flashy.”
Dark looks down at Markiplier’s body and frowns. “Years and
years of searching for revenge…”
“And the end result isn’t quite what you were hoping for? Of
course not. You lost site of our objective in order to satisfy your lust for
revenge, and what has it gotten you?” The aura smirks. “I can make you so much
more powerful when we work together.”
Dark shakes his head. “What do you want from me?”
The aura tilts its head to the side. “Take his place,” it gestures
to Markiplier before stepping over him, closer to Dark. “Gain me more puppets,
and together, we can make sure we’re remembered, that we live forever. It’s what you’ve always wanted.”
Dark grits his teeth and leans away from the aura. “Maybe I’ve
changed my mind…”
The aura reaches out and cuts off Dark’s air. He struggles
against it, gasping and falling to his knees as panic sets in. Dark shakes his
head, pleading with his eyes, with his thoughts, anything. The aura laughs and
leans over him. “You don’t have a mind to change. Your mind is mine. Your body
is mine. It has been for years.” The aura releases its hold on Dark’s breathing,
and Dark slumps against to the floor.
“Some of our guests have a plan to burn this house to the
ground.” The aura drags Dark up by his hair. “Go kill them.”
“Mare!” Peevils throws her arms around his neck and hugs
him. “Please, please no more of this. Let’s go home.”
Wilford hugs Amy. “I should’ve gone after you. I never
should’ve let you out of my sight.”
“It’s ok, Will.” She rubs his back and kisses his cheek. “I’m
“We have to move quickly if we’re going to do this,” Mare
growls. He looks over at Mad. “And we’ll have to carry him out.”
“What about the Detective, Dark, and Google? Or the Butler
and the Chef?” Damien asks. “We have to find them and make sure they get out,
Celine blinks and tilts her head to the side, “Mark and Wilford
should carry Mad out of the House. You and I will go to retrieve the others,
and Amy, Peevils, and Mare can make sure the place is ready to burn.”
“No, I’m not leaving Amy alone with…” Mark glances over at
Mare and Peevils who both smirk.
“Something wrong, love?” Peevils reaches out and traces her
fingers down his cheek. “I’ll take good care of her for you.”
“Then Wilford will go with them, too,” Celine offers. “You and
Damien can carry Mare, and I can surely induce the remaining guests to
leave the building on my own. Ok?”
Mark nods. “Alright, alright.”
They part ways, but a certain shadow follows them, watching
carefully, waiting for a chance to strike.
I'm kinda interested in the whole setting of Eppafross, would it be considered a dystopia? How do the people behave in certain areas?
I’ll be happy to answer!
The setting isnt really a dystopia nor a utopia, it’s just a normal everyday thing, its not perfect nor is it falling at the seems
People behave differently depending on each region
In Eppafross people act like they’re always on T.V waiting for their closeup, they live in 50′s Amercia, so there are commercials and advertising everywhere! Everyone wants to be the new face of a cola or juice company, so they strive to be that way!
Yebat acts like the cool hip 90s kids you see in 90s highschool movies, everyone has a feel good vibe, of course you have your fair share of bullies to deal with, but other than that, everyone seems to be in one of those radical 90s movies…everyone is just in your face in the 90s Ireland
Voda has a very ultra chill vibe to it, everything is vaporwave, so everyone just is chill and usually has deep meaningful conversations to say, or little aesthetically pleasing quips to spout out. No one in Voda judges and all are treated equal in the 80s vibe Australia
Zlo …? Zlo is a harsh cold place, and anyone that you see in Zlo do not belong there, if they are there you will most likely be shot at by them. No one wants to deal with anything in Zlo, everyone fights for themselves, everyone just wants to be left alone
I am afraid of them. I have very dark, horrible feelings around them. When I face them, I become a cowering mess. I can’t even speak. It’s not as if they are bad people, necessarily. They are always concerned about me. I understand that. Perhaps they love me very deeply, but I can’t do it. I don’t want to talk to them.
“PREPARE YOURSELF HUMAN FOR THE MOST AMAZING DATE YOU WILL EVER EXPERIENCE BY YOURS TRULY, THE GREAT MASTER DATER PAPYRUS!”
Here ya go Jess (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Papyrus in his cool dude clothes ready to date, with some dialogue too because I could!
This is the winning request of the “what should Essy draw first in her new sketchbook” raffle thingie from yesterday, and damn I am pretty happy with how this turned out, haven’t drawn Papyrus for quiet some time and never have I drawn him in his cool dude outfit either, and he turned out pretty damn good :D so happy with his face, and mostly the rest of him too, though not sure if I am happy with his left eye tho it feels like it got a bit too big, and the hand holding the book is a mess but meh, still very happy with it <:
Talks to everybody, even the people that they don't like. Smiles a lot, loves shopping and travelling, loves partying, can't keep them at one place when they're out at night. They have to visit all the nightclubs and bars. Loves shopping and dresses colourfully most of the time, but can be really competitive at times which makes them even mean. A big foodie and can't get enough of anything they do
Speaks only to their mom, wishes everyone else could just die because they hate everybody, but is actually very VERY nice to people. Loves cats and inspiring quotes but can be a real backstabbing bitch. Even though they're introverted, they still love being the most popular one
Talks to everyone about everything, can sit with a serial killer and have a normal conversation. Spends millions of dollars on food and coffee, hugs every animal they see on the street, has LOTS of friends, but tends to forget some of their friends because they constantly make new friends and don't have the ability to keep control over the communication with all of their friends
Very passive, VERY LAZY, doesn't want to get out of bed, loves watching films and TV series, loves listening to music alone or with their partner, very caring and kind, loves animals and they think that they have the hidden magical ability to communicate with animals while it seems like they're just being foolish talking to every pet of their friends
Very communicative, a literal drama queen, has tons of acquaintances but hates almost everybody and almost everybody hates them. Has like only 3 real friends who do not use the Gemini because this Gemini simply doesn't know when to shut up. Talks to everyone and can be really bitchy at times. Doesn't know how to keep secrets and spreads gossip and rumors like 104% of the time. Loves shopping and art, but also loves hoeing around to death. Also, loves champagne - be it cheap or expensive, it just needs to be champagne (preferably pink).
Loves staying in bed all day, twittering, sitting on tumblr and instagram and basically every single social media. Really talented but for like very strange things. Doesn't like eggs. Gets bored of people very often and can't stand staying with another person in the same room for more than 20 minutes. Constantly wants to go home but when they go home they don't know why the hell they went home - they realized that they liked staying outside better. Has a very interesting blog, tries to stay healthy and always tries to start their life anew, but they just can't give up on their vices, especially smoking. Loves comfort and velvet clothing. Likes reading magazines and loves the fashion world but they have no clue how to dress because they're too anxious about their choices. Their mind is so fast and they learn quickly
Literally a SPAMMER. Spams everybody in real life too, not only on social media. Obsessed with anime and japanese things. Likes k-pop. Thinks they're the master but can be really boring sometimes because they just can't stop talking about topics that nobody is interested in. But very pure and good. Gets kinda hellish when they're angry, they can't control their temper even 1%. Really strong physically and doesn't get sick very often. Loves their friends and their family and always gives GREAT advice. Obsessed with cats and dogs and animals in global
Always draws some cute anime things on their notebooks, really intelligent but just can't study because they can't stay focused because they overthink everything. Really intense emotions but seems unemotional because they don't even show 20% of their emotions. Has like only 1 or 2 friends, 3 tops. Loves their mom and is really connected with her. Has some hidden talents that nobody knows about, like, making pancakes or some weird shit that you could have never thought of. A really good cook
Gets on the verge of a nervous breakdown if they're not the center of attention. REALLY intelligent and learns really fast but there are things that they just can't learn, like, maths or some specific subject that makes them seem stupid. But they're not stupid, they're just over-enthusiastic about everything. Rolls their eyes very often and acts really bossy all the time. Loves people and loves visiting their friends and relatives. Doesn't like to get abused and manipulated while they use and manipulate people on a daily basis, just for fun. But can be easily manipulated into something, even if they're aware of that, because their pride doesn't let them "lose". Likes reading books and doesn't understand paintings. Thinks they're a good leader while they might lead people to hell .... just for fun.
A cinnamon roll too pure for this world, learns things really quickly and loves helping people. They're a really good supporter. Totally connected to their cat and thinks their cat is secretly a human being or a miracle. Idolizes things and people. Quite afraid of things most of the time and really, really socially anxious but doesn't show it because their pride doesn't let them. But it can be obvious sometimes, believe me. Likes having long conversations with their friends, but has only one or two friends so they literally can't stop talking or typing when they're alone with their friend. Doesn't let their parents find out anything about themselves and makes everybody watch their favourite tv show
Really communicative and organized, a great leader, full of knowledge, doesn't really show their emotions by keeping a poker face most of the time. A really good supporter and knows how to lead people on the right way. A very good teacher in life. You can learn a lot from them. Their capabilities know no boundaries. Very, very intelligent and ambitious but not power-hungry... well, ok, sometimes. Really enthusiastic about the topic they're talking about but doesn't want anyone to find out that they're obsessed with that particular thing. Loves coffee and loves food. Always achieves their goals and it's mostly done the hard way
Their mind is chaos, just unbearable. Certainly NOT organized, doesn't even know where they're going when they get out of their house. Hates most people and thinks that most people hate them, but really chill when they're outside with their friends. Just doesn't know how to communicate with people properly and they're really, really obsessed with themselves. They have a higher opinion on themselves (read egotistic). Intelligent but doesn't know how to use their intelligence and they always refuse advice
Communicative af, even when they don't know what they're talking about. Has knowledge in all spheres of life and is a really sweet cinnamon roll too pure for this world. Tons of emotions and needs constant reminders to stay organized like sticky notes and stuff. Has interesting style and has the best eyebrows. Really appealing and beautiful, both physically and mentally. Likes seeming normal just because they're keeping their kinky self for their partner. Really good in bed and really intelligent. Very, VERY committed once they find the true love of their life but can be a fuckboy/fuckgirl when they haven't found their true love because they love experimenting with people and is aware that they can get the most beautiful boyfriends and girlfriends
Loves books and shopping and is really organized. Likes pastel colours and loves cats. Behaves like royalty and wants to be admired. REally feminine. A dreamy girl/boy who wants to find their soulmate. Enjoys coffee, tea, long walks and deep conversations. Likes staring through their window and is often absent-minded, daydreams a lot. Really good, genuine and kind. Cries after somebody hurts them but always forgives people and is really not combative. Likes poetry and loves speaking in public, although they're an introvert
Loves meeting new people and can really be successful but often wastes that potential on getting drunk, partying, love and sex. But still, dazzles with their appearance and is really hot. Hides their low self-confidence by manipulating people and hurting others just to feel good and in control. Really loyal to the people who are their TRUE friends but often tends to skip going out with their friends because there's some diCc/puSsi on the plate. But still, loyal to death and never hesitates to reach their hand and help a friend in need of help. Can be really problematic and chaotic because they're unorganized but they live in their own world and know that everything is going to be okay
Way too socially anxious and doesn't care about anyone hurting their emotions. Really depressed most of the time but forgets about their depression when they're with their friends. They don't have too many friends because they're introverted af and they don't know how to communicate with people in public. Can be quite inappropriate but always knows how to make others laugh. Will act as a clown if it helps a friend to stop being sad. Really intelligent and rarely uses their intelligence and potential because they're busy eating tasty food while playing video games or watching movies. They're even socially awkward with animals - that's how far it goes with introverted people with this sign. But not to be mistaken, they're really good and emotional but they don't like showing their emotions in front of people, they think it makes them weak SADasd
Emotional as fuck. They're emotions are chaos and they're so fucking introverted that everybody can see what's going on in their life. In fact, they LOVE exposing themselves. Really physically beautiful, popular and active on social media. Has great aesthetics and is obsessed with shopping. Acts like royalty and loves commanding people. A little bit self-centered and egotistic and think that they're always right, so when somebody doesn't accept their opinion they instantly start raging about it
Loves bossing people around, even though they're an introvert. Hates showing their emotions and can be a really big manipulator at times. However, very emotional and one of the biggest fighters there are. Really, REALLY intense. You don't want to see them getting mad. They can easily hurt you but you can easily hurt them too because they're fragile as fuck on the inside, but they will never admit that you've hurt them in any way because they're proud as fuck so nobody is messing with the queen
Really funny and interesting, talks to everybody about everything. Always says what's on their mind and loves buying unique things. Doesn't have good grades but that doesn't mean that they're unintelligent or stupid. On the contrary. Very intelligent and daydreams a lot, loves telling jokes and has a fucked up sense of humor. So unique. Loves money but doesn't like to admit it lmao. Very artistic and loves philosophy, animals, nature, music and languages. A fair player most of the time and knows how to support their friends. Selfless on the outside, selfish on the inside. Also, loves cooking some strange things which usually taste very weird but in a good way
Doesn't speak at all and just sits there waiting for the world to end. You really just can't make them say a word because they're a little bit self-centered and they think that they don't have to waste their time talking to unimportant people about unimportant things. However, they can get really silly sometimes and burst off, even though they're an introvert. Can't stop talking about things they love, it's really strange how such a person who doesn't talk at all - turns into a youtuber the moment they find out that somebody likes the same things that they do. Money kinda rule their world and they really want to earn money with everything they do, but having no money doesn't stop them from achieving the things they want in life
You just can't see them sober. Parties, drugs, journeys, walks in nature and such things move their world. Just can't stop partying all the time. Has lots of friends and is really popular, probably is a DJ or a famous singer. Really seductive and beautiful physically. Simply everybody is their friend (except for the people they hate lmao) and they can always find someone to hang out with, because everybody wants to hang out with them. Really intense and quite bitchy most of the time, which makes them seem really arrogant but that's just how it is and they are fully aware of this
You can't see emotions on their face. It's impossible. They might even question themselves if they're human beings because they aren't really aware of their emotions most of the time. Loves plants and things like aliens, unicorns, etc. Lives in a fantasy world and hates the real world. So impatient about everything and has nervous breakdowns when somebody complains about something they do. Really nice to people, even though they hate like 99% of them. Has probably a tumblr blog and rages on it about everything. Roasts famous people on twitter and doesn't even care about it
Goal-oriented as fuck. Doesn't stop until they get what they want. REALLY emotional, maybe the sign with the most intense emotions out there. Is a really good friend with everybody but can be a little bit bitchy and arrogant at times, especially when things are not going their way. Actually, when it's hard for them to get or achieve something, they use manipulation to get what they want. As I said, their emotions are very intense so literally everything hurts them because they're sensitive as fuck. Eccentric af. When somebody hurts them in any way, they always find a way to hurt that person's back and nobody can even see that they're behind everything that's happening to that person. Sly. But very loyal to their real friends and will never let them down. When they love - they love with every piece of their soul and would put their heart into a person they love's hands, if it needs be. Because of their intense temper, sometimes they might seem like a fiery sign because they explode and hurt people really quickly
So fucking sensitive and their mind is chaos. Doesn't know what they're doing most of the time but in the end they always succeed in everything they do. People see them as fragile but that's just how they seem. They are actually really strong because they've been through a lot. Born with tremendous artistic tendencies and art is literally their life. They are very talented. Loves animals, shopping, nature, taking long walks, deep conversations and stargazing. Loves books and learning new weird languages and has tons of inside jokes with their 2 friends. They open up really hardly and they just don't let everybody in their life - they are really picky when it comes to people that they let in their life. Socially anxious as fuck and will look like a fool if they try to talk in public, so they avoid such situations
if you have the time - how do you think horses might differ if they were a carnivorous species? like in skeletal structure, overall look, maybe even behaviour etc
First of all, they would not be horses, They would be some sort of eldrich demonic fae beast monstrosity and I would like exactly none of that, thank you very much.
But on topic, some of the way an equine species would need to be modified to become carnivorous include:
Wider mouths. Horse mouths don’t open very far and are geared towards chewing high fiber diets. All their dentition needs to change.
So does their lips and jaw muscles. The carnivore horse needs to be able to open wide and have a strong bite force. The strongest jaw muscles of horses are for chewing grass side to side, they need more chomping power.
Forward facing eyes if this species hunts rather than scavenging. Horses have great peripheral vision but poor binocular vision.
A sensible digestive system, for goodness sake.
Whether you keep them quadrupedal or make them bipedal is up to you, both motions of locomotion are efficient enough.
They may have longer tail bones for increased dexterity when turning at speed.
Whether you keep the hooves or switch to claws is up to your design, but the claws are definitely more concerning.
Continuing to live (and hunt) in a group keeps the horsey flavor and is extra concerning. Imagine them playing tug of war with a corpse like wolves do.
Hey so fandom y’know how Allura’s hair is really not straight at all?
Because it’s not. Allura does not have straight hair. It is pretty clearly either curly or coily. When gathered together it makes these big obvious puffs, as shown by her makeover look in s2e7. The shorter strands near her face have a very obvious and dramatic curl to them.
Here is a really good look at how super poofy and curly her hair is when it’s not pinned. It’s like a cloud.
So y’know what’s a pretty sketchy thing?
Straightening Allura’s hair in fanart. Which I see a lot of.
Allura’s hair is not straight. It’s not even remotely straight. She has the curliest hair out of literally everyone we’ve seen. It makes puffs. Spoken as someone who has a head of straight hair, you cannot look me dead in the eye and tell me hair like mine is physically capable of doing that without excessive chemical alteration that the mice clearly didn’t have time for- they just used hair ties.
Drawing Allura with straight hair is inaccurate to canon.
“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.
“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.
“Go on then,”
“Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.
“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.
“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.
Geminis have sharply angled jaws from the side view with a little cleft in their chin. Their arms are long and the back of their skull is kinda flat.
Cancers have really defined lips, whether big or small
Scorpios have gummy smiles and baby looking teeth
Earth signs and water signs have really round and sturdy looking skulls , unless influenced heavily by an air or fire sign (through dominants and aspects).
The Midheaven at its most natural state is meant to be in a square from the Ascendant and descendant. The Ascendant and midheaven should never be more than or less than a square away from the midheaven. This is because the Natal Chart is settled on a perfect 360 axis where it has 4 major angles setting its basic shape up; 360 divided by 4 would give us 4 perfectly aligned 90 degree angled points (MC, IC, ASC, DSC) but of course no chart can be “perfectly perfect” so many people will have interceptions: where the midheaven is sometimes more or less than a square away from the Ascendant. This is why we see some people having their Ascendant and midheaven only being 2 signs apart or even as far as 5 signs apart.
earth signs often have very small and flat foreheads with a slope
Air signs usually have very high foreheads (the hairline is far from the eyebrows)
Water signs typically have high and flat foreheads
Fire signs have small but round foreheads
Aries rules the ears and the facial features (natural resonators) so they are often at the peak of being just as good with music and instruments like Venusian ruled Taurus and Libra
Many performers have their 10th house ruler (Midheaven ruler) in the 7th house
Actors have the 10th house ruler in the 12th house
Mutable signs’ calves lots of times have a curve to them, like a bowl-legged or bow-legged however you call it lol
Earth signs have really long necks and very long natural hair
Libras (and other cardinal signs) often have a softened rectangular or oval face shape
Leos have defined canine teeth
In Esoteric astrology, Uranus Neptune and Pluto are associated with Zeus Poseidon and Hades respectively and are considered the Big Three because they hold an intense amount of staying power in a person’s life when aspected greatly.
North Node in the 1st, 2nd, 3rd or 4th indicates minimal fame but fame nonetheless
North Node in the 9th, 10th, 11th, or 12th indicates more widespread fame
Having a water house Stellium (4th, 8th, 12th) makes you more likely to accumulate wealth in this lifetime
Jupiter in the 9th, 10th, 11th , 12th makes you more likely to be recognized for your talents in this lifetime
Having Mars or Neptune on an angle makes you more inclined to being a good dancer/take dancing seriously
Technically, Capricorn rising is the Ascendant in exaltation. Libra rising is the Ascendant in detriment. Cancer rising is the Ascendant in fall. Many wealthy and renowned people have a cardinal rising because they are able to overcome more mentally than the rest of us.
The asteroid conjunct your sun at birth can indicate any health issues you can develop in this lifetime
Gemini is Mercury as a child, excitable and willing to know more of the surrounding world. Virgo is Mercury as an adult, deep in thought and not so open to new ideas but still free thinking and willing to research until their wisdom dies out.
Uranus-MC = long term success after climbing
Inconjunct/quincunx couples stand the test of time when they work through their differences moreso than semi-sextile couples. When the semi-sextile couple works through their differences, there is so much frustration because they can see clearly the many similarities they share but even the slightest difference btw them just makes them lost all over. The quincunx couples see some similarities but many differences which allows them a broader space to map newly shared interests INTO the relationship as time progresses.
Sign placements are of least importance in examining a synastry chart. First look at house placements, then secondly look at Aspects, then look at sign placements lastly.
Juno in Earth signs love to dance with their partners
A harmonic chart is a detailed examination of the minor aspects in your chart. A conjunction in the 5th harmonic chart is actually a quintile in the regular natal chart. A conjunction in the 7th harmonic chart is actually a septile in the regular natal chart. 8th harmonic conjunctions are octiles. 9th harmonic conjunctions are noviles. 10th harmonic conjunctions are deciles. And so on so forth with other harmonics. Reasonably, you should only go up to the 36th harmonic but some go as far the 100s but I honestly don’t even know what they’d be looking at at that point.
You should take fixed stars into account for a karmic stellium, conjunctions only of course.
A sesquiquadrate is basically a softened (really weak) mixture of a trine and a quincunx. It’s not good or bad and, in that sense, has a 50/50 deal to it like a conjunction, though it does resemble the trine and quincunx more in aspect. However, if you can’t find information on a sesquiquadrate aspect, it would be wise to examine the conjunction of that aspect first then look at the the trine. Make a watered down hypothesis of the sesquiquadrate aspect after this.
Earth and Fire signs are personal, Air and Water signs are interpersonal
In Vedic astrology, Rahu is the North Node, Ketu is the South Node, Lagna is the Ascendant, and D1, D2, D3, etc are simply referring to your different harmonic charts. So D7 would be the 7th harmonic chart, which shows septiles in the Natal Chart. Rashi refers to the houses.
In Vedic astrology, the natal Navamsa Chart is the indicator of soulmates and marriage. They say to check it to find out more about your future marriage. In Western astrology, we call the Navamsa Chart the 9th harmonic chart.
In your Navamsa Chart, a planet (or planets) that is in the SAME house as it is in your Lagna (Natal Ascendant) Chart is considered to be the most powerful in your chart. Similar to a dominant planet, it is called the vargottma and your destiny is tied to this planet (or planets). This is even more powerful and significant if the planet(s) are with Rahu (North Node).
Realistically, Aspects between venus and mars are NOT indicators of marriage/lifetime commitment. In western astrology, the idealistic views of Venus and Mars have become too inflated; even in Ancient Greek and Rome, many did not correlate marriage with the two frivolous entities of Venus and Mars. They are related more to general love and lust than the more specified love and lust that is present in marriage. You would look to the Moon, Jupiter, Saturn, and Juno for marriage between two people. All four are the basis for stability and compromising in relationships, albeit in different mannerisms. Venus and Mars are secondary to them in all aspects.
The ruler of the 1st and the ruler of the 10th are typically in the same house in the charts of celebrities.
Saturn and Jupiter both in the 1st house people are often very lean and slender
In Vedic astrology, Nakshatras (using sidereal measurements) take up the entire zodiac in 27 divisions. For example, I am Mrigasira Nakshatra Ascendant bc I was born from 23-20’ Taurus to 6-40’ Gemini in Vedic. I am Revati moon because I was born from 16-40’ Pisces to 30 Pisces. It’s confusing at first but super easy to understand if you just google it lol.
Spn writers: Okay, I think we made clear that Dean hit rock bottom, right guys? So now, Sam and Dean are in the Impala. Both of them are visible.
Spn writers: Then Cas calls Dean. What a coincidence he calls Dean. Could have been Sam as well.
Spn writers: He could use his catch phrase. Hello Dean. That could work pretty well.
Spn writers: Do you think we have to actually say it?
Spn writers: Nah, they’ll know… But don’t forget the close up on Dean’s face!
Spn writers: Good, Sam and Dean are driving to get Cas. Who is still right beside the phone cell. Weird. As if he had nothing better to do than get back to Dean. Oh and Sam of course! Sam is very important in that reunion which is why we are pointing that out constantly.
Spn writers: When they see each other, we don’t want them to act on in right away. We could let them stare at each other. Don’t think we have done that before.
Spn writers: And some close ups again. Maybe one of Dean, one of Cas, one of Dean, one of Cas, one of Dean, …
Spn writers: Aaaannd The End. Great work guys!
Someone from a dark corner: But what about Sam? Wasn’t he right beside Dean?
Spn writers: …
Spn writers: …
Spn writers: Well, I think Sam importance is already obvious. Besides, Dean and Cas do share a more profound bond.
He lays there, blanket pulled to his torso, eyes shut, he looks like the rest of them, and she feels her heart ache. She can’t help but notice how young he is, he can’t be any older than twenty-six, and here he lays with no one around him.
“Hi there,” Y/N whispers, bending down to height of his ear, “I’m your nurse Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m here to take care of you. Make sure you stay healthy for when you wake up, make sure you don’t get any bed sores yeah? I’ll keep you company, keep you updated on what’s happening in the world, tell you some funny jokes, I’ll even let you in on the latest company gossip, but you gotta do me a favor,” she whispers, placing her hand on top of his. It’s a cold hand, rough, and she knows it’s supposed to feel that way, but it maker her heart ache even more. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in a shaky breath, “you have to pull through this and live, yeah? Because when you wake up, it’s going to be your turn to tell me all about yourself, yeah?”
She opens her eyes and sighs.“It’s late now, one a.m., but I’ll be back later to check in on you,” she gently brushes the hair out of his face and stands, “we’ve got a deal. You can’t fail me.”
Y/N is Harry’s beautiful nurse who he can’t stop thinking about, to the point that he’s willing to give up his old memories and life to make a new one with her.
Summary; Steve Harrington is a sweetheart (as per usual) after the events in Season 2. Minor spoilers.
Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
A/N; Yes, another Henderson!Reader Steve fic…I love the idea what can I say 🤷♀️… I’ll mix it up soon but for this idea it had to be done.
The fact that your cat, Mews died, didn’t really set in until a week following the events in the Upsidedown. You were still on edge, constantly in fear that things weren’t actually over. That Will wasn’t actually okay, and that he, or any of you really, could be taken at any second.
In your head there were much more important things to worry about.
When your mom got the cat a few years back you were sceptical to say the least. She got him as a coping mechanism for your dad leaving, at least that’s what you thought.
You weren’t big on animals, cats especially. You contemplated pretending that you were allergic, but your mom needed it.
Eventually the little fur ball wormed his way into your heart. You did have one, afterall, and he was freaking adorable. Your only complaint was the ample amounts of orange fur that you would always find all over your black clothes.
The loss of your feline friend didn’t even really take its toll on you, until all of a sudden on Friday night you were struggling to breathe from sobbing so hard.
Your nose was raw from rubbing it, and your eyes were practically swollen shut. To conclude; you were an utter mess.
Luckily for you, you were home alone. Dustin was sleeping over at Mike’s with the boys, and your mother was off doing who knows what. The fact that you didn’t have Mews to cuddle up to when you got lonely really took its tole.
Steve knew you were home alone, and from experience he knew how lonely it got. He wanted to provide company for you, even if it was just in the form of a phone call.
You, however, were too busy sobbing to pick up the phone. And that worried Steve. His mind couldn’t help but go back to the previous weeks and the danger that everyone was in. You especially.
So he did what any concerned friend would do, at least that’s what Steve told his self, and drove over to your house.
By the time he got there it was past 10 and pitch black out side. You were probably just asleep. He tried to reassure himself. Yet he hopped out of his BMW anyways and knocked on your door.
When you didn’t respond after a few seconds Steve decided to knock again, putting his ear against the door to listen in. He could hear your sobs and hiccups. Relief filled the man. At least he knew you were alive now, granted you were crying which still wasn’t the ideal circumstance.
“Y/N/N? Is everything okay in there?” He questioned from the other side of the door, his hand gripping the brass doornob tightly.
“Steve?” You questioned softly, not believing your ears. You were probably dehydrated from all of the crying. There was no way in hell Steve would drive all the way to your house just ‘cause you didn’t pick up the phone.
“Yeah, it’s me. Could you let me in?”
“Just go home, Steve. I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” You responded, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter under your chin.
“Now that doesn’t sound like a very good idea at all. I can’t leave when my best girl is down.” Steve grinned.
Even though you couldn’t see Steve’s face, you could imagine his expression. His eyes were probably soft as he watched the door for movement, a sympathetic smile painted on his lips.
“If you don’t answer the door I’ll find another way in. I’m a ninja, remember? I could do it.” He warned, taking a few steps back from the door.
“Have it your way.” He mumbled softly to himself, ready to kick the door down if necessary.
You stood up slowly, a small smile finding its way onto your lips at the theatric boy’s antics. Leave it to Steve Harrington to cheer you up in less then 200 words. Even in your lowest state.
You wiped your raw nose with a discarded tissue and threw it into the trash can, dragging the blanket behind you like a cape. Hesitantly you placed your hand on the door nob, unlocking the door slowly.
You pulled the door wide open to reveal Steve Harrington, looking a bit disheveled but of course still handsome. Even after his face was bashed in by Billy Hargrove he managed to look handsome.
“Were you about to try and kick down the door?” You questioned in disbelief, staring at the sheepish boy with wide eyes.
“I-I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He replied with a light blush. “And obviously you aren’t. What the hell happened to you?”
You scoffed. “Way to kick a girl when she’s down.” You walked back into the livingroom, plopping yourself back down onto the brown loveseat.
Steve followed closely behind, taking the seat by your side. “You know that’s not what I meant. You could have two black eyes and be missing your front teeth and I’d still find you fucking gorgeous.” Steve reassured, linking your hand with his.
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid.” You pouted, disconnecting your hands.
“Nothing that has you this worked up is stupid.” He reassured, placing a gentle hand on your cheek.
“Mews is dead.” Your eyes watered just thinking about it so you closed them, hoping to stop anymore tears from falling.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Steve whispered, pulling you into his chest.
You gripped his blue shirt tightly between your fists, trying to hold your sobs in. “I miss him so much.” You cried shakily.
“I know you do.” Steve ran his fingers through your messy hair. “It’ll get better. I promise.”
The next morning you were even more exhausted. Steve had left a few hours after your miniature breakdown. Your eyes were practically swollen shut, and your voice was almost gone.
When you left your bedroom you were greeted by the smell of pancakes, which admittedly made your stomach turn a bit. Your mother was an awful chef.
“Woah, you look like shit.” Dustin yelled, scaring you slightly. You hadn’t even known he was home yet. How late was it?
“Gee thanks.” You smiled sarcastically, flipping the boy off and walking in the other direction.
“I’m just being honest.” He shrugged as if he didn’t do anything wrong.
“Screw you, asshat.” You yelled back in response, slamming the bathroom door shut. You could use a hot shower for sure.
You were snapped out of your hot-water induced haze by your mom screaming your name. “Y/N/N! You have a visitor!”
“I’ll be right out mom!”
When you imerged from your bedroom, fully dressed in the most comfy pajamas you owned, you were met with your mother and brother crowded around Steve Harrington on the couch.
“I thought you said I had a visitor.” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t be jealous sweet cheeks, Dustin and your mom were just keeping me company while I waited.
You grinned at the brunette boy, ignoring your brothers groan in disgust. “Gross.”
“Oh, this one is a keeper, Y/N/N.” Your mom declared dreamily. You know that she knew you weren’t dating.
“I keep trying the tell her that.” Steve winked at your mom.
“For Christs sake, I’m sitting right here!” Dusting gagged, “Screw this.” He sighed, hoping up from his spot on the couch and running off to his bedroom.
You rolled your eyes at the boys antics. Your mother followed behind him except she went off back into the kitchen. Something about meatloaf (which you hated).
“Why don’t you come take a seat.” Steve grinned, patting the seat next to him softly.
You didn’t trust it at all. “What the hell is going on?”
You noticed that Steve was blocking something from your view as you sat down. He looked up at you with soft eyes and an even softer smile. One thing was for sure. He looked proud as hell of himself (though what was new).
“Close your eyes.”
You hesitantly agreed, tensing when you felt something light being placed into your lap.
“Okay, open them.”
Your gaze was met with that of the cutest kitten you had ever seen in your entire life. He was small enough to hold in one hand and had a soft black coat.
Yours began to water as you looked up at Steve. He had a pink blush on his cheeks and was watching you wide wide eyes.
“You-you did this for me?” You questioned shakily, a tear falling from your eye onto your cheek.
Steve nodded, reaching over to pet the kitten on his little head. “His name is Dart.” Steve winked.
“Dark.” You laughed, petting the tiny animal’s cheek.
“Do you-do you like him?” Steve asked you in a small voice.
“I love him Steve. Seriously. This is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. Thank you.” You smiled, leaning over to embrace the man. He held you tight against his chest, neither of you wanting to let go.
You placed a soft peck of thanks on his cheek once you pulled away. You smiled at how warm the skin was from all of his blushing.
“I think you missed.” Was all Steve said as he leaned in again, this time tilting his head so he could properly lay his lips over yours.
- After that, as the school year went on, the group he hung around clicked into place and you were happy to be part of it.
- Bill, Stan and Eddie were confused at why you and Richie suddenly liked each other, but they grew to like you too.
- Sass competitions. All the time.
- Getting Richie out of trouble is your job, usually.
- “WHAT HAPPENED?”
- *Richie, with his heavily ruffled hair, bleeding lip and bruised EVERYTHING.* “I ran into a lamp post?”
- *You raise an eyebrow*
- “…You know how Patrick Hockstetter always brings vodka to school?”
- “Please no.”
- “I may or may not have replaced it with vinegar. And bug replant.”
- “I…I can’t even complain that sounds amazing.”
- Stealing wearing his glasses.
- He acts pissed off but secretly thinks it’s kinda hot.
- You help him when his mom having an episode, which happens a lot. Richie actually likes spending the night at your house because:
+ Movie nights™
+ Cuddles for hours
+ Junk food for days
+ Kissing sometimes gets heated, in the best way
+ You randomly boop his nose because fuck it he’s so cute
- When his mom is completely out of control he comes to your house with a hand shaped bruise on his cheek and you feel the urge to march right back to his house and punch her.
- You tried to help but he wouldn’t look you in the eye.
- Gently stroking his bruised cheek until he calms down.
- Richie doesn’t think you noticed that his eyes were red and watery but you did.
+ Even more cuddling
+ He’s the little spoon when he’s sad ‘cuz he likes to have your arms around his waist and you hug him from the back like a koala. You usually sling one leg over his hip and pull him closer
+ Falling sleep on the couch
- You knew he only cussed to get the attention his mother never gave him, and you cussed right along with him so he wouldn’t feel alone. You knew that he needed attention so you gave it to him.
- Getting super defensive when people at school call him “Bucky Beaver” because of his buck teeth and glasses.
- You never call him this in public for the sake of his “trashmouth, practical joker” imagine but in private his nickname is Bambi because of his big doe eyes.
+ “I swear to god if you call me that one more ti-”
+ “Mmm, sure Bambi.”
+ He secretly loves how softly you say it.
- You never told the other Losers that you were dating him, until Ben walked in on the two of you making out kissing a bit.
- To quote Ben: “I’m not even going to ask.”
- Over the summer you get a hammock
+ Sleeping on Richie’s chest
+ This boi has one foot on the ground so he can rock the hammock to keep you asleep
+ Cuz he thinks you look adorable when you’re dreaming
- When the missing children reports become too frequent Richie holds your hand a little bit tighter.
- You weren’t there when he was attacked by “It” but you knew something was wrong the moment you saw him.
- When he found a missing kid poster with his face on it in the Neibolt House, you were the one to tell him it wasn’t real. He wouldn’t be forgotten like the other kids as long as you were alive to remember.
+ Also you MAY have grabbed the paper, torn it to pieces, thrown the torn bits on the floor and stomped on them like a rabid donkey. For good measure.
+ *Richie has never felt so many emotions at the same time in his life*
- When Bill and Richie get into a fight after Neibolt House you were there to pick Richie off the ground but he swats your hand away.
- You’re shocked because no one will listen to you and Beverly.
- Trying to explain that IT will kill all of you if you split up. It’s no use. Even Richie stomps away.
- You attempt to pull him back to Bill so they could work it out but he nearly throws you to the ground to get your hand off his arm.
+ So, since his rudeness rubbed off on you, you punched him
+ By “accident”
- And for the entire month that the Losers were split up, so were you and Richie.
- To get your mind off all the clown shit you went to the arcade. Well a humdidum dumbass is what you are because the arcade is where Richie is. ALL. THE. TIME.
- But again, his stubbornness rubbed off on you, so even when you saw him, you refused to leave and resorted to avoiding him. You weren’t sure if he saw you; he was really into his game.
- And at 10:30, when the arcade was technically closed, he was still inside. He probably gave the owner money to let him stay.
+ The arcade to Richie was like a bar to adults; a way to forget.
- You sat on the curb outside the arcade, sipping a slushie. You were supposed to go home, but since the clown at Neibolt you were scared of the flickering street lamps that lined your way home, and the arcade and other shops gave off a nice, bright light.
+ It was comforting in a way. Very aesthetic.
- And Richie almost falls down on the curb next to you
- You want to be mad, but he looks so tired from staring at a screen all day, although you suspect the video games aren’t the reason his eyes are glassy.
- “Got kicked out?”
- “Out of house or arcade?”
- You stand up and hand him the slushie, which he sips gratefully.
- “You’re leaving?”
- He looks exactly like a puppy, with huge brown eyes and messy hair. Well, a puppy in glasses, anyway.
- “If I’m leaving, you’re leaving with me.”
- Richie gives you a sleepy smile and takes you hand.
+ The entire way to your house he slumps against you, sometimes falling asleep mid step and his head falls on your shoulder.
- This boi. This fUCKING BOI. WHO PLAYED VIDEO GAMES FOR EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT. IS USING YOU AS A PILLOW.
- At one point he closes his eyes and walks with them closed, his cheek pressed against your shoulder for support.
- Remember those nights when he comes over after a really bad day? This is one of them.
- So for the night, you and him are too tired to think about the huge fight.
- In the morning tho, you wake up to slightly burnt bacon and very burnt toast.
- Which would be nice, but..
- “How did you burn the toast but not the bacon? The toaster has a TIMER.”
- “It’s called Satan’s charcoal bread dispenser and you’re welcome.”
+ He’d feel soo bad for fighting with you??? Like, REALLY BAD
+ I mean, you did punch him in the face, so you and him were kinda even, but he still did all this extra shit
+ Playing with your hair
+ Sharing chocolate stolen from the store
+ Braiding your hair and you’re like “Richie??? You’re very good with your hands???”
- Yeah… you probably shouldn’t have said that.
- Richie never stops smirking. Holy fuck.
- “You know what else I can do wit-”
- “NO! Nope! No, no, no. Keep doin’ what you’re doing and shut up.”
- Really though, no fucking white paper-ass motherfucking bitchass dumbass pixie stick addict looking clown with a shitty pumpkin guts Halloween wig could break you and Richie apart. Period.
Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.
Words: 1.7k (YIKES)
Warnings: Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, hints towards abuse. Slightly OOC Steve
A/N: Okay so this is the first time I’ve ever written anything so please go easy on me, I just love Steve and I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days so I had to write it down.
You sit on the cold step outside the gas station. Mr Pritchard stood looming over you smugly, as the Chevrolet Blazer pulls up, ‘Hawkins Police Dept.’ printed on the side. Parking itself roughly. Chief Hopper steps out of the vehicle quickly reaching into his pocket to his packet of cigarettes, he removes one and places into his mouth. He walks over to you whilst sparking up. There’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. The passenger door suddenly opens, startling you, it was usually just Hopper himself who dealt with you.
Steve Harrington? That’s new. You chuckle slightly as he walks to join Hopper stood before you. He’s staring at you in confusion. You scoff and hang your head. “This is the third time this month you’ve been caught shoplifting (Y/N).” Hopper says as he blows smoke out of his mouth. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying the excitement.” He chuckles.
“I’d raise my hands in defeat if this asshole,” you say jerking your head towards Mr Pritchard “hadn’t tied my arms in front of me with fucking rope.” Hopper glares at Pritchard, the old man crosses his arms in defiance to Hopper. He huffs slightly and begins to explain to Hopper that you had been trying to run away. Bullshit. Everyone knew you didn’t run once you were caught. As Hopper and him get into an argument you lean back and glance at Steve as he’s scribbling furiously in a notepad. The khaki coloured uniform he’s wearing looks freshly starched, his name tag shines under the glare of the street-lights. His hair is pushed back and looks neat, except for the strand that’s fallen out of place. It bounces in time with his writing.
“You, er, don’t need to do that”
“Huh?” He says stopping mid-word on the page. He stares at you confusedly.
“He never presses charges against me. I usually just get a two week ban.” You tell him, grinning. A small smile tugs at his lips. “That’s what you get for shoplifting a packet of Salem's’ I guess.”
“Salem’s? Refreshing. Wouldn’t have pinned you for a menthol kind of girl” You both laugh. “Well, Hop- I mean, the Chief told me I should write everything down…” He says placing the pen in between the pages. He closes the notepad, holding it in his left hand. He stands awkwardly waiting slightly too close to Hopper. You’re shocked, since when did Steve Harrington want to be a cop? It was unusual to say the least, you always figured he’d end up at an Ivy League college. Yet here he was standing before you looking slightly uncomfortable. He’d been in the grade above you, and was ten times more popular than you were. The ‘King’. That was till Nancy Wheeler broke up with him, started dating the Byers kid, and he faded into obscurity. You’d still see him in passing but he’d mainly kept to himself focusing on his studies, always in the library. You’d heard rumors he was friends with some fourteen year olds, but you didn’t know him well enough to find out if they were true or not.
“Do want me to untie you?”
“What?” You ask as you realize you hadn’t been paying attention.
“The rope. Do you want me to untie it?” He asks again. You look at his hands. His notepad, you notice, is safely stowed away in his breast pocket.
“Oh, sure. Yeah, please. That would be great.” You say stuttering over your words slightly. You internally kicked yourself. You can’t believe you’re getting nervous over Steve fucking Harrington of all people. He bends down slightly, you’re inches apart, you can feel his breath on your cold hands as he reaches for them. You lift them up slightly from your lap. He starts to try and unknot the large knot that Pritchard had tied it with. He pauses and looks up at you, smirking. He lowers his voice.
“Now, you’re not going to dash the moment it’s unravelled are you?”
“On my honour.” You whisper. You smile at him.
“Oh, were you a Girl Scout.” He asks as he starts to work on untying you again.”
“Unwillingly, but yeah I was for about five years. Prettttttttttty sure, I sold you some Thin Mints once.” You told him struggling back a laugh.
“What, really? How old are you?” He moves his hands away from yours. You grin at him.
“I’m seventeen, but my birthdays in a week. I figured you wouldn’t recognize me.” He snickers quietly and slowly begins to tackle the knot again. You watch his hands move across the rope, grazing your wrists lightly, sending shivers up your arms.
“No I’m afraid I don’t think I’ve seen you around, I know I’d remember if I had someone like you before.” You look up at lock eyes with him. The rope around your wrists falls into your lap. Steve takes both your wrists in his hands and looks and the marks left on them. He rubs the rope burn with his left thumb. His brow furrowed, he opens his mouth as if to say something.
“Alright! I won’t press any further charges, just tell her that she needs to stay off of my property. For good this time, I’m giving her a permanent ban!” You both gaze up at the two men who had been having a heated debate about your actions.
“That seems fair. You hear that (Y/N)? You’re permanently banned from this gas station.” Hopper tells you whilst Steve helps you to your feet. “Permanent means no entry, and no sneaking in with a hat and sunglasses on like you did at the convenience store down street. Steve glances down at you with an amused look etched across his face.
“You really did that?” He says questioning you.
“I thought it was a good idea at the time. I was very mistaken.” You tell him with a huff as you fold your arms, the temperature had dropped quite drastically. He leans his head back laughing, his hair moves like it has a mind of its own.You stare at him in awe. He is annoyingly pretty. You think to yourself. Boys like him shouldn’t be so pretty.
You bite your lip to stop yourself from joining him in his laughing fit. Instead you peer over at The Chief who’s not paying attention and is instead staring at his watch. He walks up to you and gently takes you by the arm and leads you towards the vehicle.
“We need to be leaving, its 9pm and I need to pick up El- I mean, Jane from Mike’s after dropping (Y/N) at her house.” He tells Steve who nods and makes his way over to the car, he gets in and you can see he’s still beaming. “See you later Fred.” Hopper says to Mr Pritchard as he opens the door for you.
“Bye Fred!” You say as Hopper pushes you into his car. Mr Pritchard walks into the gas station ignoring your exaggerated goodbye.The door slams behind him the car shaking slightly. He puts the keys into the ignition and sets off driving in the direction of your house. The mood in the car is some what hostile. You go to make a smart remark to relieve tension, but Hopper stops you.
“Whatever you’re about to say (Y/N), save it. This is your final warning. Like I said earlier this is the third time this month that someone’s stopped you shoplifting. I’m sure you’ve done it more you just haven’t been caught. I’m worried about you kid.” He gazes at you in the rear-view mirror, you turn away so you don’t make eye contact. “Next time I pick you up, you’re going to be in handcuffs. You understand?” You nod, there’s a prick behind your eye. Tears begin to well up in your eyes.
“I’m sorry… Sir.” The air is suddenly as icy as it is outside, despite the heating sputtering it’s warm breath around the car. You zone out and begin to stare outside, watching houses as they pass by. Wondering if their teenagers were as troublesome as you were. You’re startled as a tear falls onto your cheek, you quickly go to scrub your eyes. Uncaring if you smudge the eye make-up you have on. You didn’t want to let Hopper down, he’d looked out for you each time there had been an incident. And yet you knew he was serious this time despite always telling you it was the final time he was clearing up after your messes. Somehow the presence of Steve made you embarrassed. Why do I even care? I don’t even know him. You think to yourself. And yet looking at the wing mirror and seeing him give you a reassuring smile was comforting, you return it sadly and turn to stare out the window again.
As the car drove up to your house the lump in your throat grew. It was fear. Fear of what was waiting for you at home. The lights were on meaning you were in for a rough ride. You sit forward as the car draws to a halt. Wincing as your hand touches the cool metal of the handle.
“Tell your old man to go easy on you.” Hopper says to you. Without turning to face him you open the door getting out.
“Thanks for the ride boys.” You say plastering a fake smile across your lips as you slam the door shut. The grin instantly drops from you face as you make your way up to you red front door. You can feel both Jim and Steve’s eyes watching you.
“Do you think you could get me any of those Thin Mints? I’ve got a real craving!” You hear Steve shout to you. Turning to face him, he’s beaming from ear to ear. You start laughing, you flash him the middle finger and give him a sarcastic smile as you close the door. Blocking you off from the world. You place your hands on the door and lift your eye to the peep hole to watch as Hopper’s car rolls out of sight. You sigh as you hear angry footsteps approach you. Grabbing at your arm, pulling it from the door.
Okay I know the popular scenario is "embarrassed mutual pining" (and trust me I love that) but what about this: soon after lance realizes his feelings for Keith he just fully embraces them and starts flirting with Keith almost 24/7 the way he does with random alien chick only more specific/flattering? And Keith's like "what did my gay ass do to deserve this" not knowing Lance is actually fully serious. Then Lance finally stops playing games and just asks him out and Keith's like U WERE SERIOUS?
NSDJFKHJGDNKSFHBKSMFJNGH HOW ABOUT THIS:
The time Lance realized that he was undeniably attracted to boys was directly correlated to Keith. It was weird because he could have sworn that he didn’t like Keith - that dense, unwillingly condescending and hotheaded idiot - until. Well. Until they were out after a mission mingling with the locals and Keith was just standing there, a drink in his hand, smiling softly while he talked to a young alien girl.
It was a huge thing. Lance’s breath caught, his heart skipped a beat and all the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. Keith hadn’t even done anything special, he really just stood there, a soft and attentive look on his stupidly perfect face while the sun drew patterns on his mullet. It should have been an everyday thing except it wasn’t because Lance really could count on one hand all the incidences where he wouldn’t have changed a thing about Keith (including his awful hairstyle).
So back then Lance did the most sensible thing he could have done: down his drink, cough like mad because wrong pipe and hightail the quiznak out of this situation before it could go completely wrong.
Also, a private freakout that lasted for like five minutes. And maybe some stress eating and extra face care but honestly, that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a paladin of Voltron, they were fighting pretty much 24/7, he was allowed to eat more of Hunk’s cookies if he wanted to. And his face certainly wouldn’t complain about testing out new products to help it stay smooth and soft.
Honestly, Lance thought he had handled it pretty well. No excessive drama and no insults hurled Keith’s way. He’d like to think that he matured through his time as a defender of the universe and could now totally deal with being attracted to boys and Keith. No problemo for Loverboy Lance.
Except, of course, it was Keith. How did one woo Keith? He was pretty sure that Keith was gay, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Keith was dense as quiznak.
Luckily, the response had been right in front of his eyes: Keith might have been dense but Keith has also spent nearly 2 years with him in space and knew what Lance’s flirting looked like. It was ideal, he just had to act like he always did, not even Keith could be stupid enough to misunderstand that.
So when the opportunity arose, Lance didn’t hesitate to take it.
-Omega couples arguing somewhat often but never having really serious fights because as soon as one of them realizes that the other is really upset, they shift into mothering mode and immediately start trying to make their mate feel better
-When Alpha couples argue it’s always a very loud and intimidating thing where they are both trying to make the other submit to them and most of the time it ends with the winner of the argument fucking and marking up the other because they feel the need to completely assert their dominance
-Beta couples arguing less than other same dynamic couples because they generally share a very close bond and find it difficult to do or say anything that could harm that bond
-Omega couples being insanely cuddly all the time and often enjoying cuddles just much as they enjoy sex, if not a little more so
-Male Omega couples always alternating on who gets to top, unless the couple has clear preferences on who takes on which role
-Alpha couples most often low-key arguing about who gets to top, wrestling around as a form of foreplay until one has the other pinned and impatient enough to agree to bottom
-Cute little Omega couples sharing all their clothes and often purposefully wearing each other’s sweaters just to stay close to their mate’s scent when they are apart
-Omega couples doing each others hair and makeup and filing each other’s nails and being so content to be able to tend to each other even in simple ways
-One Alpha getting sick and being too proud and stubborn to willingly allow another Alpha to take care of them, but their mate is also too stubborn to just allow them to suffer alone so they try to take care of them anyway. Attempting to feed them soup and impatiently trying to sweet talk them into taking their medicine because they know they can’t demand it without their sick mate becoming more resistant. And despite how frustrating they know it is for their mate to not allow them to care for them, they will be just as difficult when they inevitably get sick as well and it’s the others turn to play nurse
-Beta couples that enjoy people watching in crowded places and using their heightened sense of smell to try and figure out what people are feeling and then making up funny stories about them to make each other laugh
-An Omega couple hanging out with an Alpha couple and the Alphas low-key keeping an out to make sure no other Alphas try bothering their friends, and the Omegas knowing that their presence will keep other Omegas from approaching and flirting with the Alphas and making everyone uncomfortable. So it’s a really beneficial friendship for everyone involved
-When one Alpha is in rut the other willingly takes on the submissive role because despite having the urge to be the dominant one, they know exactly what the other is going through and they want to make things as easy for their mate as possible
-A kinky Omega couple whose heats have synced up so they hire an Alpha from an agency to “assist” them during their heat and happily take turns watching the other be fucked and knotted