#I’m actually obsessed with Keith’s jacket like…. I want it…

[http-kogane]

modern kl looks ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

[shatterinseconds]

Flying

Lance finds out he’s bisexual when he’s thirteen--though he is not sure what finally does it. If it is his fictional crushes of Aladdin, Prince Eric, or Captain Kirk, or his fleeting crush on that young teacher at the Garrison. Or maybe, it’s more of a combination of realizing he’s had crushes on guys all his life. But like most things when you’re that age, it’s ruined by other kids who laugh and joke and tease and call your feelings unnatural. 

So he overcompensates by flirting with women and tries to ignore the feeling that he’s missing out on something. Not that flirting with girls isn’t fun--it’s beyond fantastic--but there’s definitely something missing. Then Keith comes to ruin it--or fix it. Keith fucking Kogane, Keith--Lance actually doesn’t know if he has a middle name--Kogane. That beautiful asshole.

Lance can’t help flirting with him, even if it just starts as a way to goad him into a fight. And he definitely can’t help increasing his flirtations when Keith is receptive to them in his own Keithy sort of way. 

Lance uses a pick up line here or there. A wink after he says something that could definitely be seen as an innuendo. He feels like he’s floating.

Until Keith says, “Are you actually flirting with me or is this just all fun and games to you?” Keith’s frown is unsettling and his harsh glare even more so. His arms fold across his chest, his body so stiff that Lance can see his muscles straining against his cropped jacket.

Pausing whatever stupid flirty thing he had been about to say, Lance’s grin falls. “Actually,” he says after a moment, “I’m uh I’m bi--bisexual. I like yo--men. I like men. Anybody really.” But especially you. “So yeah, I was flirting with you. It--it was never a game to me.” Lance fiddles with the zipper on his jacket, sliding it up and down to cover the static in his ears, and rocks back and forth. 

Keith’s cheeks pink, but the castle-ship’s alarm blares before anything else can be said. And Lance is left both feeling lighter than ever before and dreading what was left unspoken for the rest of the day.

A couple days later Keith corners him in one of the castle-ship’s hallways.

“Here, take this,” Keith says, a little gruff, but he gently lifts Lance’s wrist in the air between them and ties something to it. His fingers are cold when they accidentally brush across Lance’s skin. At first he barely notices the touch, and then it’s all Lance can think about when Keith pulls away. “I was never the best at arts and crafts. Also, I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have made you explain yourself, if you weren’t ready.” 

Tilting his head down, Keith stares at his boots as he waits. Waits for Lance to finally stare at his wrist, dragging his eyes away from Keith. A pink, purple, and blue braided bracelet encompasses his wrist, not unlike those friendship bracelets he’d been obsessed with making with Rachel when he was younger. A few threads are out of place--a strip of purple in the blue--but it’s perfect.

Tears pricking at his eyes, Lance smiles and cradles the side of Keith’s face to get him to look up again. Lance’s fingers slide through soft hair, playfully twisting it around his fingers when Keith doesn’t bat his hand away. “Thank you, Keith.”

“I wanted to give you something else too.” With a slight hesitancy visible in Keith’s movements when he leans forward, hovering for a second, he places a kiss onto Lance’s cheek. He steps back before Lance even has time to blink, to even register those chapped lips on his skin.

Lance’s hand lifts to his cheek in hopes it retains the memory and blushes a dark crimson. “Wow, two gifts in one day. Must be a special occasion.”

“Yeah, I should’ve given it to you sooner.”

“I’m just glad you did give it to me--” Lance grins, a finger hooking one of Keith’s belt loops to pull him forward “--‘cause now I can repay the favor.” 

His heart finally flies when he kisses Keith, and he doesn’t think it’ll ever land again.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Premier.”

Since so many of you have been asking about the movie, I wrote something for you this morning. I wrote it in two hours and have to get it out before class starts, so give me a little slack here. 

“Stop fidgeting will you.”

“Sorry! I’m just nervous….. Do I look stupid.”

“You always look stupid, that’s not going to change anytime soon.”

“Ha ha, Hilarious, Just answer the question.”

“You look fine stop worrying.”

Adam turned to face the mirror tugging at the sleeves of his dress shirt, fidgeting obsessively with his tie, and the open front of his jacket. Conn floated over his shoulder grinning somewhat malevolently at him.

Krill slapped his hand as he tried to reach for the tie again, “Stop messing with it. Look what you did now. We will have to do it all over again.” 

The little doctor angrily undid the tie and began to redo it.

Adam sighed, “Thanks mother.”

“Don’t give me your sass.” he finished tying the knot stepping back so Adam had room to button the vest back up before turning around to face the mirror. Conn had sidled over to the side of the room still leering at him as he was prone to do.

He tried to ignore him and eyed himself feeling more than a little strange in such formal attire, a three piece suit minus an eye patch, and plus a shiny pair of dress shoes he could have seen his reflection in. He reached up to grab his tie again, but his hand was slapped away.

“What did I say!”

“Sorry, Sorry.” he grumbled pulling back to message his hand .

There was a hiss as the door at the far end of the room popped open, and Sunny stepped inside trailed by waffles, “Look.” Sunny began, pointing proudly towards the dog, who trotted into the room to sit politely before Adam looking up at him with her big brown eyes head tilted slightly to the side.

He laughed, “Is that a bow tie?”

Sunny Hummed to herself, pleased, “Why yes, yes it is. She's adorable and you’re welcome.”

He reached down to rub the dog’s ears before looking up, “You look nice.”

“I know.” Sunny announced striking a rather, heroic pose, which, all jesting aside, actually completed the look: bright silver armor, a horned helmet, all pulled together by the electric blue silk cape that hung at one shoulder.

“Wish I could wear a cape.” He frowned crossing his arms in mild dejection.

“Why not?”

“What do you mean why not?”

“This is the movie industry, Adam, they wear outlandish stuff onto the red carpet all the time.”

He seemed rather miffed at the observation, mostly from the fact he hadn’t thought of that before, “Well now it’s a little too late, don’t you think?”

“Sucks to suck, you look good though.”

He sighed and turned back towards the mirror adjusting himself, “I look like a poser.”

“Stop worrying so much, and stop fidgeting. The fidgeting is what makes you look like a poser. Relax and own it, you know for someone who spends a lot of his time unwaveringly confident to the point that I worry about your health, you can be very insecure sometimes.”

“Thank you so much! for that boost of confidence, Sunny.”

His sarcasm wasn’t lost on her, though she chose, rather obviously to ignore it. 

“There is one thing I think you should do.” 

“Oh, and what is that.”

“Put the eyepatch back on. Be you, just the fancier version. I have a theory that the reason people aren't comfortable is because they aren't being themselves.” 

He raised an eyebrow at her then shrugged, “If you say so, I guess.” 

He could hear Conn snort internally, “That is horrible advice for most people, since the vast majority of them are miserable hacks.”

He ignored the starborne, again. 

There was a sudden knock at the door, and they all turned to see another man dressed in a fine black suit, “Mr. Ellis has just arrived, and is his car is waiting for you outside.”

Adam took a deep breath glancing down at the eye patch one more time before slipping it on, “Alright, ready everyone?”

They chorused their readiness, and he squirmed with nervous energy. 

How were they all being so calm?

Together they made their way out the door and down the hallway to the large, black limousine waiting for them just outside the door. The man from earlier was waiting for them, pulling the door open and motioning them inwards.  

Conn floated in first, Krill climbing in second, followed by Adam and then Sunny.

Director Clayton Ellis sat just inside the door grinning widely.

Adam had to blink a few times to determine which part of the man was which. There was just so much of him ... everywhere . He wore a white… something absolutely crusted with sequins and jewels including the frames of his glasses. As far as Adam could tell he could have been wearing a dress, or a suit with some strange alteration, though it was difficult to see sitting here in the car.

The ribbons that flowed down from his back and hips sort of reminded him of Conn.

“Adam! So good, so good to see you. I am so glad you could make it for the premier. I think you're going to love it, absolutely visually stunning, heart rending at times, and just the right amount of action. Best piece I think I have ever directed, and all thanks to you, the man of the hour. And don’t you look sharp, absolutely working for me very old fashioned very provincial late 1990s early 2000s maybe.”

Adam rubbed the back of his neck, blushing, “Er, thanks…. You look good…. Too.”

“Well thank you! Designed it myself, well with the help of some famous friends.” He motioned towards Conn, “Took the concept idea from your starborn there, very ethereal, very flowey, though doesn’t look so elegant when sitting in a car.” 

Adam just continued to nod along adding an mmhmm or a yes, or and of course whenever he thought it was necessary. Luckily Mr. Ellis provided most of the conversation, so he didn’t have to open his mouth too much.

He noticed almost immediately when the car slowed down glancing out the window and finding…. An absolute mob of people. His stomach lurched and churned as cameras flashed, some held in hands, others as little ball drones hovering over the crowd. He craned his neck to see ahead of them, watching as a line of fancy dark cars slowly scooted up the line.

His stomach was churning.

From where he sat, he watched as Keith Jenning, the actor who had played him, stepped from the car. The lashing grew in intensity, outside the window he could hear a muffled roar. 

Mr Ellis Grinned, “Me, you, and then your extraterrestrial friends, eh? Give them something to talk about.

The next car ahead of them stopped, and Rita. Ortiz, and Adler Handen, krill’s voice actor, stepped from the car. Rita was dressed in a tight black suit, not dissimilar to his own, silver watch shining on her left wrist.

And there it was.

He suddenly needed to pee.

Their car lurched forward as the cameras flashed and stopped. Clayton Elllis got ready, and then the door was opened releasing a wave of sound that absolutely deafened him. Clayton stepped from the car trails of ribbons billowing behind him, hands raised to the crowd. Lights flashed pictures snapped.

Adam was ushered out next, Stepping from the car, foot planted straight on the red carpet. Lights dazzled his eyes, and in a daze he stepped forward to follow Clayton, who was making the most of his moment. 

“WE LOVE YOU COMMANDER!”

He turned his head to the side suddenly blinded by another flash of light, as one of those camera drones zipped past him.

He blinked the light from his eyes just in time to see a group of women leaning out over barricade waving their hands and screaming furiously.

At that moment he wondered which was redder, his face or the carpet.

He gave a rather awkward wave towards the girls who absolute erupted into screaming and jumping.

Then the crowd silenced a moment later, the lights stopping.

And he turned to see Sunny step foot after him, light glittering and sparkling form her armor and carapace. She held her regal armored head high.

IThe moment of silence continued for a second, and then it was as if the world around them was alight with stars, a flashing roaring thunder, which only grew louder with Krill and finally with Conn, who flouted outwards completely stealing the spotlight with his ethereal presence. Together they slowly walked forward stopped on occasion to get group pictures

In their turn, each of them was kidnapped by Ellis and forced to pose for a thousand pictures.

He just grinned dazed and confused star struck as he looked around him.

He even thought he could hear his name being called from the crowd, though that was uncertain.

TV reporters stood at the end of the red carpet speaking frantically into their cameras and waylaying celebrities as they walked by.

“Keith Jenning, tell us about what it was like to make this movie.”

The man flashed a charming smile, “Well, at first I was a little unsure. I mean I had never done anything based on a real life story before, and emulating another person was hard. I worked with posture coaches, and accent experts for weeks. A mid Americana accent is surprisingly subtle, but very hard if you want to get it right. Over all, I actually ended up really enjoying shooting the movie despite my doubts at first.”

“Rita, was it hard to perform in stilts and motion capture, we heard you almost broke your legs.”

She laughed, “It was hard yeah sure, but it was so, very fun. You know what you act normally, you do your best to act as convincingly human as possible, but when playing an alien, the rules change, go out the window. I had so much fun learning about Drev culture, and the way they think about war. It was a fascinating and eye opening experience. I loved it, and I encourage everyone to get to know a little more about our interstellar neighbors.”

Lights flashed, more cameras snapped.

“Did you find it hard to connect with the character?” Someone asked Adler Handen.

“Not in the slightest, it was actually a very excellent way to get out there and stretch my proverbial wings. It’s always good to get out of your head on occasion.

Sunny was grabbed and pulled to stand in a picture with Rita, who seemed more than pleased to be spending time with Sunny.

It was the same for Krill, and finally Adam who was dragged forward to get a picture with Keith.

Off to the side Clayton Ellis was excitedly rambling on, “Oh I absolutely love the movie, couldn’t be happier. I really think we did the source material justice, and honestly I think it really puts perspective on the Drev war, and the people involved. You know with all the negativity going around about the LFIL, there are a lot of people who are scared of aliens, Xenophobic in nature, and I think this really puts into persepctive just how similar we all are. They are intelligent sentient lifeforms not so dissimilar to us at all, and I think this movie, this real life story really demonstrates how we can all get past those differences.”

Adam was quite pleased to hear the relative positivity that was coming off the actors and the director, even if it was fake.

That was before the camera crews descended like vultures around him, and he was surrounded by a wave of cameras.

“Commander, Commander Vir! Tell us how you feel about all this.”

He hemmed and hawed for a moment stuttering over himself before taking a deep breath, “Look I’m A kid from mid Mericanda, I honestly ended up here mostly by accident, and I’m pretty sure this is some kind of insane dream.”

“What did you think of the movie.”

“Well, I haven't actually seen it yet, I was deployed when they did the beta testing, but I’ve gotten to know Director Ellis a little, and he was very open to my suggestions and the story, so I feel confident he did his best to do it justice.” 

“We hear that you won’t be taking any of the royalties.”

“Well no, not entirely. Maybe a little for my family, but most of it is going to a charity for Drev war survivors, especially operation Steel eye. A lot of those people had it rough after the war, and I want to make sure they get something back.”

Across the red carpet, Sunny had been stopped, “Do you worry that depictions of the war will put your society in a bad light.”

Sunny tilted her head, “Why would it. The Drev are warlike, and we always have been. The only difference is that we practice and view war differently than humans. War has never come close to destroying our planet. To die in war is an honor and a victory, so we do not hold grudges against each other or assume it to be a tragedy. War on our planet's mean two different things.”

“Dr Krill, is it true that you were the first alien surgeon to perform on a human trauma paitent.

“That is actually true, yes, even during the Drev war, it turns out 98% of attending physicians were human because humans tended to be the highest rate of survivors from injury. Humans being slightly more durable than the rest of us.”

In the center of the red carpet, Conn had taken up a large space given a certain amount of personal room by the awed  crowd, “Is it true that you’re a telepath.”

The starborn raised his hands signing, voice dictation taking over as he did so, “Think of something, try it.”

“Oh, Ok.”

“Big purple muffin.”

“You could have just made that up.”

“But he didn’t, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” 

“Don’t be nervous. I promise not to spill any of you deep dark secrets.” Conn laughed like the psycho he was.”

After more pictures, more questions and a hundred more handshakes, they were then ushered into the building, and sat down on comfortable seats facing the screen.

Adam breathed a heavy sigh of relief and leaned his head back. 

Director Ellis grinned at him.

Light overhead went dark and speaking turned to distant quiet muttering.

The screen was dark for a long moment before.

“Mom?” A child’s voice 

“Yes Adam?” A womans 

“I know they’re out there .”

The woman laughed, “Who is out there.”

“Aliens of course.”

“Oh?”

“I’m gonna prove it one day.”

You could hear the smile in the woman’s voice, “I know you will.”

 And then the room began to shake with the thrilling roar of the F-80 Darkfire engine. 

He would have known that sound anywhere.

It sounded like home.

[possessed-cryptid]

top 5 beatdown: shane madej looks 

inspired by @ryanberga​‘s tags, @theuris​‘ urgings, and @cauldronofmorning​ who actually did it, and they’re all right, it needs to be a Thing, so without further ado; here we go:

5) The Terrors of Yuma Territorial Prison

idk don’t ask about this one, i’m just always a fan of the clear rimmed glasses, and i like the jacket for some reason. his hair is also a nice length here, and i like the light beard on him too

4) Using My Ex's Netflix Account • Here's What You Do

i just needed to include one of the lumberjack-y looks, and well, these sunglasses are pretty fun

3) The True Story Of A Pirate Queen

shane with that pirate earring will just always have a place in my heart <3

2) Keith Eats & Drinks Everything At Dunkin Donuts

floral shirt, lots of undone buttons, good hair, yeah this is just a great look over all 

1) Season Finale: Revenge of the Goblins • The Quarantine Games

this shirt.. i want this shirt.. it’s been worn before, see also a very good look in the The Haunted Shadows Of The St. Augustine Lighthouse episode, but idk his hair is just a very good long length here, without being too long, his beard is scruffy without being too scruffy, and i just have an obsession with that shirt which tbh is the main reason this is winning (also sue me his lanky arms look good in this for some reason)

[rangoatemybabynsfw]

Rock artist and sever klance ! Kieth can be this big rockstar who just wants some piece and quiet after a performing at a huge venue so he escapes to a run down diner. There he meets this cute af sever called lance and they y’all about life and music and end up hooking up in lance’s car !

Haha, I like the image this evokes. But I’ma go soft with this one and save the NSFW stuff for another time ;) [LONG READ]

The concert is over but Keith’s ears are still ringing, not from the music but the crowds. This venue was huge, bigger than any he’d done before. And he had a backstage meet and greet with some of the backstage pass people afterward. He keeps up the facade of badass punk rocker to help sell his image. Takes dozens of selfies with his fans. But before long he’s exhausted and not just emotionally.

He wants to get out of there before another fan sees him. Keith gets to his dressing room and changes clothes. Or rather he just pulls on a hoodie over his leather jacket. Then tucks his loose locks of hair under a ball cap. It’s funny how much that fools people, including the bodyguards assigned to him. He slips out the back (making sure to tell his agent he’s going out to get a bite to eat and some goddamn peace and quiet) and hops onto his motorcycle to take off.

He sees a cheap dinner and decides it’s perfect. No one would ever expect him there since most think him the seedy bar type. It’s unlikely any fan of his will be here. So he parks his bike and heads on inside.

The sign says to ‘seat yourself and a server will be with you’. Keith takes a seat in an empty booth and tosses off his hat and hoodie, ruffling his hair before browsing the menu. Reuben sandwich with fries and a drink. Ask the server for the soup of the day and we’ll substitute it for your fries. And milkshakes too, five different flavors. Sounds good to him.

“You in the right place, buddy?” the server asks and Keith looks up from the menu.

Handsome guy. Tan and slender with a black apron tied around his waist. He’s got a pen behind his ear and a pad of paper in the front pocket of his apron. Keith stares for second before reading the name card. Lance.

“Right place?” Keith asks with a little worry. Does this guy recognize him?

“You look like you belong at the Hard Rock Cafe down the street,” Lance smirks. “But hey, maybe you like 50s jukebox music.”

“It’s alright,” Keith says, relaxing a little in his seat. There’s no recognition in Lance’s eyes.  “Nothing wrong with the classics.”

“Ha, you only say that because you don’t have to listen to it every day,” Lance snorts then pulls the pen and pad from their respective places. “I’d shoot that jukebox if I had a gun. What’ll it be, biker boy?”

A nickname already? He…kinda likes it. It’s better than being referred to by his stage name.

“Cheeseburger, well-done with extra onions. Soup of the day instead of fries. And a vanilla milkshake with chocolate syrup and cherries,” Keith lists off, wondering if it’ll be enough to fill him up.

“Got it,” Lance nods and calls out over his shoulder. “A hockey puck and make it cry! Soup of the day! And a vanilla milkshake with a hot top and maiden’s delight!”

The person in the kitchen confirms the wacky sounding order. Keith thinks Lance will head to the kitchen but instead he takes a seat in Keith’s booth with a sigh.

“It’s so dead around here tonight,” Lance frowns. “Boss said there was a rock concert not far from here. Said there’d be extra customers looking for a place to eat but…guess it’s too far from the venue. No one’s showed up and now I’m working a shift without tips.”

“Sounds rough,” Keith tells him and leans leisurely back in his seat.

“Mind if I chew your ear for a while? ” Lance sighs.  “I’m bored as hell and you at least look interesting to talk to.”

“Sure,” Keith manages a small smile. “I could use some good company.”

They talk for a while. Even after food has been brought out. They talk about movies and music. Keith finds that he likes the way Lance lights up as he talks. He’s genuine and kind and he isn’t fawning over Keith just because he’s famous.

Lance isn’t up to date on current rock music trends. Doesn’t even know who the big players are since all he listens to is pop. He asks Keith about the concert and if it was any good. Keith just shakes his head with a smile.

“It’s the same as every concert he’s done in the last three years,” Keith shrugs. “Big. Loud. Fake.”

“Fake?” Lance raises a brow.

“He used to be good. It used to be about the music. But now it’s…about staying at the top of the charts,” Keith frowns. “He used to do venues with barely a hundred people in them just because he loved music. Back then it was authentic. Real.”

“But now?”

“Now he just…wears what he’s told. Sings what he’s told. Acts how he’s told. And goes where he’s told. Venues with thousands of obsessed screaming fans that don’t know a thing about him beyond the clothes he wears and the pandering songs he sings now,” Keith sighs and sips the last of his milkshake. “All for money and a fame he thought he wanted. Hell, he has to hide his face just to go and get coffee now. Not worth it.”

“Sounds like you’ve been a fan since before he was famous,” Lance says.

“I’ve known him all my life,” Keith says cryptically. “And right now…he’s not that great.”

The door to the diner opens and half a dozen people walk in. They say the diner looks pretty cheap and after all the money they spent on merch, this looks like the place to eat. Keith barely gets a look at them and he knows where they came from. His concert. He raises a hand to hide his face and discretely looks away. Then he clears his throat.

“Could I…get the check?” Keith mumbles.

“Sure, just a sec,” Lance nods and goes to greet the new customers. “Welcome to Sal’s–”

His sentence cuts short when he sees the face printed on the guy’s tee-shirt. It looks just like his mysterious biker customer. Within seconds he’s put two and two together. He looks back at Keith’s booth and he’s already pulled on his hat and hoodie, keeping his hand up to block his face.

Lance apologizes to the customers saying that they’re actually closing up now but the cafe down the street should still be open. They complain about the hours not being posted correctly but they leave. As soon as they do Lance subtly flips the sign to CLOSED.  Technically it’s not supposed to close for another two hours but…Lance darts his eyes to Keith and gives the back of his head a small smile.

Keith didn’t flaunt his fame. He hid who he was so he could have a normal conversation for once. And while Keith being seen at their diner would be a boom for business…he’d rather protect Keith’s anonymity out of respect.

He returns to the booth with Keith’s check. He’s sure Keith wouldn’t want him to treat him differently so he doesn’t. He’s just a guy after all. A hot guy who just happens to be famous. Keith pays in cash and leaves a huge tip showing that he’s not only humble but generous too.

“Thanks for the company. And the conversation,” Keith tells him, adjusting his hat to tuck away his wild hair. “I uh, don’t get the chance to do stuff like this often. Because I travel a lot. So thanks again.”

“Sure,” Lance smirks. “Call me,” he adds, pointing down at Keith’s receipt. It has a phone number. “Anytime. I can talk for hours, trust me.”

“Yeah? Okay���sure,” Keith sort of smiles with a shrug. “I’m…busy a lot but I’ll do that. Thanks Lance.”

“And if you’re ever in town again for one of your concerts, look me up,” Lance winks. “I know all the best places in town. Perfect for getting away from all your crazy fans,” he adds and Keith snorts out a short laugh.

“Ha, yeah I–”

Keith blinks with realization. Lance said ‘your crazy fans’. So Lance knows who he is now, probably thanks to those fans. But he’s not treating him any different. That makes him smile for real. And now he doesn’t want to leave this charming server in this dinky diner.

He pockets the receipt and rubs the back of his neck, like he has something to say but he’s nervous. A world famous rockstar nervous in talking to some diner waiter. Lance could laugh if it weren’t so cute and endearing.

“What time do you clock out?” Keith asks, a blush starting to color his cheeks. “I won’t be back this way for a while so if you want…we could get away tonight.”

Lance grins at that and calls out over his shoulder, “I’m out of here Sal! Good luck closing up shop!”

Lance doesn’t even wait for Sal to respond before throwing off his apron. He grabs Keith by the hand and the two of them run out of the diner. The yanking actually knocks the ball cap from his head but he doesn’t seem to care. Keith tugs Lance over to his motorcycle and passes him his helmet before hurriedly gesturing him to get on. Someone on the street points with gasp the moment Lance takes his seat behind Keith.

“It’s him! That’s Thunderstorm!”

“No way!”

“Oh MY GOD! It is!” shrieks another. “Thunderstorm Darkness! Hey!”

“Who’s that with him? Another singer??”

“Can I get a picture? I went to your concert!!”

Keith’s glad that Lance is wearing the helmet. Means it’s not likely they’ll know who he is and won’t go looking for him to find out about Keith. The last thing he wants is to cause trouble for his new…friend. He then revs his engine and looks over his shoulder as the fans start to approach with their camera phones.

“Ready to get out of here?” he asks Lance.

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

They peel out of the diner and take off down the street,  both of them laughing as they leave screaming fans behind.

(I might write more but this is hella long already haha.)

[cozycosplaycorner]

The curious incident of how I made cosplay friends

Hobbies are great. Whether you paint, read, or play a musical instrument, having a hobby is a source of joy and self-actualization (shoutout to homeboy Maslow). But often what makes a hobby great is having people to share it with. This is why you used to blabber about Naruto to your poor, innocent classmates in middle school – you had no one else to share it with (points if you also showed them how to Naruto run).

It’s very much the same with cosplay. I’m an introvert and have at times been called a downright loner, so sitting hours bend over a sewing machine is actually classified as FUN in my house. I love the process of making the cosplay, getting it just right, doing the make up and seeing it all come together. But once I am finished, I’m dying to share it with the world! Look! I made this thing! With my hands! I love this character and this show so much SHARE MY LOVE. This is the entire reason we have apps like Tik Tok and Instagram, to share our common passion.

I have never been a many-peoples’-friend-person. I’m not good at, nor interested in being friends with everyone I meet. I’m (Batman) more the type who has a few tight friend groups and I stick to those. Really, you should be taking advice from my girlfriend Joshi, she can make friends with just about everybody. But you’re stuck with me, suckeeers! Actually though, I want to stick with Joshi a little while longer. When I first entered cosplay, I was 16 and I knew NO ONE in the community. I didn’t even know there was a community here in Denmark. All I knew, was that Comic Con was coming to Copenhagen for the first time and six years of larp had prepared me for it. I spend three weeks making a mediocre Harley Quinn cosplay and then me and my then boyfriend hopped on a train to the big city.

I was overwhelmed with how many cosplayers I saw that day. So much talent in one place. I got a picture with a God Tier John Egbert! I didn’t even know other Danes READ Homestuck! I had a great day... but didn’t make friends. Of all the things I suck most at, striking up conversation with complete strangers is definitely in the top three. Also posture and remembering laundry in the washer are up there somewhere. I was an outsider. This continued for a year or so. I met a girl who needed someone to help her get to a con (she’s in a wheelchair) and just hang out with her there, so I volunteered, and we had a great time! (I here reprised as Edward Elric). A few months later another con came up and I went with two friends from my French class and boyfriend once again, this time as Juuzou Suzuya. (Fun anecdote time: I actually saw Joshi there as Levi Ackermann and thought she and her friends looked so cool, I didn’t dare say hi. Boy, if you had told me I would one day date that girl... Holy smokes.) One final con I also made it to, still an outsider! I didn’t dare talk to people, I was timid and had a good but also slightly awkward time.

I didn’t cosplay for a full year. I didn’t have the motivation. Where was the fun if I didn’t have a community to share it with? No one I knew was interested in cosplay or even really nerds, my ex￾boyfriend and I went our separate ways and cosplay just kind of... died. Until! Aha, you knew this was coming! I discovered Voltron. Yes, I know, cliché blah blah blah. But yes, I got into Voltron just before season 7 came out and I ate the entire show raw in three days. I was obsessed like I hadn’t been in a long time, and actually got the guts to chat with some fellow Danish cosplayers about it. One day, one of those cosplayers invited me to join a call where we would show off our Voltron cosplays and I had actually pulled of a very shabby Lance. I remember that call very clearly. After a while, a Keith cosplayer joined us. This is how I met your mother.

It’s funny. I almost said no to that call. Just because I wasn’t sure about it, sure about my cosplay, sure about what I would say. I can, no joke, say with full confidence, that if I hadn’t said “what the hell” and just went for it, I wouldn’t have been a cosplayer today. I wouldn’t have the friends I have today. I would never have met my girlfriend and that sucks so much to think about, I can describe it, but I really don’t want to.

So do it. Go for it. If you really love to cosplay and don’t want to give it up, prioritize making friends in the community. I don’t care how much of an introvert you are, cosplay without friends WILL suck. Going to cons alone without talking to a single person there WILL be a crappy experience. And it really doesn’t have to be. You don’t have to leave Comic Con with 42 new facebook friends. I started with about four or five, and that got me miles. Joshi is a force of nature when it comes to making friends, and for some reason she took a liking to this sad excuse of a social being, and through her I got to know so many awesome people – Anso included! All because I sewed some yellow arm patches on a H&M jacket and joined a group call.

[midnightlie]

title: i wanna be yours pairing: keith/lance notes: sequel to the kiss prompt “you make me want to kiss you” because i’m weak as hell. you can read it here if you haven’t. also, i think there is going to be a third part to this so...that’s happening.

*

Keith sits alone in the mess hall, trying to find his appetite in the strange calm of the early morning as he stares down at his tray of food. Most of the compound is still asleep; he’s not even supposed to be on duty until 0700 hours, but he’s been restless for the past couple days and sleep has been hard to come by. His skin feels like it’s almost too small, too tight, for his body. There’s excess energy thrumming through him and nothing he does can curb it.

He’s tried drowning himself in extra work. He’s tried training with Krolia at all hours, wearing himself into exhaustion. He’s tried taking those hoverbikes out for a spin and running through the desert with Kosmo in the pre-dawn light and none of it works. The buzz is insistent, and it doesn’t care that he can’t sleep or focus properly because of it. And his heart. It’s beating too fast, even now, by himself, when there’s no reason to beat like this at all.

It’s been days. Four long, endless days, and he can’t stop thinking about it.

The thing is that Keith is obsessed.

He doesn’t want to stop thinking about it.

The way that Lance had looked up at him. How wide and searching his eyes had been, how his voice had cracked when he begged for Keith to kiss him. He still can’t believe that Lance had begged for it like that, that he had wanted it that badly. He shivers when he remembers how responsive Lance had been, clinging to Keith as if it was the only reason he had managed to stay upright. The whole thing is so vivid that Keith can still taste the salt of Lance’s skin and feel the heat in his blood.

It had been the first time Keith had ever kissed anyone. What he lacked in experience he more than made up with enthusiasm and he couldn’t have been that bad because Lance--damn, the way he responded. Keith can’t get it out of his head. Those heavy-lidded eyes, the needy plea of his voice. His rash impulses have never been rewarded with something so devastatingly heady. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve it, but god. God.

He stares down at his bowl of cold, untouched oatmeal. How is he supposed to have any sort of appetite after experiencing something like that? How is he supposed to eat when the only thing he’s hungry for is--

He startles out of his thoughts when there’s a clatter across the table from him. Keith looks up to see Shiro with a tray of his own, making himself perfectly at home there with a smile, his hair combed, his uniform pressed. Perfect in every way, really, before the day has even started.

“What did that poor oatmeal ever do to you?” he says by way of greeting. “Must have been something terrible because you look tense.”

Keith pushes his tray to the side with a roll of his eyes, decidedly uninterested in the cafeteria food. “Hi, Shiro.”

“You’re up early,” Shiro comments with a little hum. Keith can sense that he’s trying to take a stab at something, but he’s always been kind of delicate about breaching conversations like this. It’s as if he thinks he can coax Keith to blurt out the truth before he’s forced to drag it out of him. It’s never really worked, but he keeps trying, regardless. With recent events at the forefront of his mind, Keith is inclined to let Shiro keep dancing this time, too.

“Yeah,” Keith says, glancing at the military time on the wall. “Hey, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“It’s your lucky day; I’ve made time to eat breakfast with you.” Shiro takes a bite out of his breakfast pointedly. “Are you doing okay? You’ve been distracted lately.”

Distracted is a delicate word for it. Keith almost laughs.

He hasn’t talked to Lance since he walked him back to his dorm that night; their separate assignments have kept them busy and, most irritably, apart in the days that followed. Even their down time has been staggered opposite from each other or too short to allow for face-to-face conversations. Keith has had to settle for glimpses in passing or quick messages sent via datapad, and neither of those are very satisfying after actually kissing Lance.

But like, he can’t tell Shiro any of this. Not when he still hasn’t actually had a chance to talk to Lance about it. After the whole kissing thing...well, they didn’t do much talking that night, you know?

“I’m fine,” Keith says, and he’s more than fine so it’s the genuine truth. Considering how long he’d wanted all of this, considering the way Lance had wanted it, too, he’s doing pretty fantastic, actually. “Just...thinking a lot.”

Shiro swallows his bite, reading his transparency well enough to understand that Keith is being totally honest about being fine for once in his life. “Feel free to think out loud.”

Keith thinks about the way Lance had gripped his shoulders and keened softly into his mouth under a caress to Lance’s lower back. “I’ll spare you.”

“Keith--”

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”

What happened between him and Lance belongs to him. He doesn’t know if Lance has told anyone about it, but he doesn’t want to share it. It’s his. He likes it that way.

“Okay...but--”

“I know, I can talk to you, Shiro. I know.” Keith gives him a smile, which makes the wariness drop from Shiro’s demeanor. He seems to understand, finally, that the thing occupying Keith’s thoughts is not weighty or detrimental.

“Alright. Good...that’s good.”

They chat about nothing in particular for a while longer as Shiro shovels his food down before he has to head off to his meeting. Keith leaves with him, dumping his cold breakfast into the garbage before making his way back to his room. Or, he means to go back to his room, but he finds himself passing his quarters and taking a left at the end of his hallway. He’s not thinking with his head on straight.

Well, he is thinking. About blue sapphire eyes and dark, wispy eyelashes and the most perfect cupid’s bow in the entire universe. The heat sits in his belly like a pile of embers, smoldering him from the inside out, and all he knows is that it’s been four days and there’s still an hour before their team debriefing with Shiro and some of the other higher ups. He could do a lot in an hour.

Lance answers his door immediately, and his expression goes from sleepy-annoyed to dumbfounded when he sees who it is.

And Keith...Keith isn’t prepared, at all. Lance’s face is fresh and dewy from whatever skin care ritual he’s just finished, making him look soft despite all of his sharper angles. His blue uniform jacket hangs unbuttoned, revealing the tight, black undershirt beneath it and Keith’s mouth goes dry. God, he’s parched. He drinks in the blush slowly creeping onto Lance’s face. The way his hair sticks up in odd, wild tufts, still uncombed and disheveled. Keith takes it all in like it could sate him, but there’s not a chance in hell he’ll be satisfied until the space between their bodies has disappeared and his hands are inching up under that tight shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he says, before Lance can ask. “I know it’s early, but it’s been--it’s been four days. I had to see you.” His voice is rough, and deeper than he means for it to be.

Lance stares, looking completely flustered. “This is an ambush, Keith, it’s not fair! I didn’t--I just rolled out of bed like, five minutes ago. I look--”

“Perfect,” Keith finishes for him, taking a bold step forward across the threshold, crowding into his space. “You look perfect, Lance.”

Lance takes a shaky breath.

“Let me in.” It should be a request, but it comes out like more of a demand and Keith means to backtrack and fix the tone of his voice, because it’s not gentle. And he wants to be gentle, but then Lance visibly shivers, the red on his face deepening as he responds with a step backwards. Keith swipes his hand over the door sensor and takes another step in so that it can close behind him. This time, Lance doesn’t move away, and the proximity makes those embers in his belly burn and burn and burn.

“This is--Keith, we have work today,” Lance mumbles, looking up to meet Keith’s shameless gaze almost shyly.

“I have to know what you want from me,” Keith tells him, his voice a rumble in his throat.

“I thought I was obvious.” Lance drops his gaze, cheeks still wonderfully red. Keith’s heart turns over in his chest when Lance takes his hands slowly, gently, as though Keith might run away if he moves too fast.

Keith immediately returns the hold, closing his eyes and leaning in so that the bridge of his nose is pressed to Lance’s down-turned forehead. When he takes a steadying breath, he can smell the generic shampoo in his hair, the organic sweetness of his facial wash and everything in his life - the loss he experienced, the love he found - seems to point to this moment, right now.

“Tell me,” he says softly and with the utmost conviction. This is awful close to a love confession, and somehow, the thought of it doesn’t scare him. He feels steady. Calm. Sure. And so very, very warm. “Tell me. Whatever you want from me, it’s yours.”

Lance’s grip tightens on his hands and silence follows as his words hang there in the air. It’s not awkward or unkind; he can feel Lance processing, can feel the slight tremble of his hands where they hold onto Keith’s. Keith wants to kiss him again so very badly.

“What if I want everything?” Lance asks, finally, his voice raw.

Keith’s answering emotion throttles him, and he pulls away slightly, opening his eyes only so he can cup Lance’s jaw with both hands, forcing their gazes to meet. “Then take it,” he says devotedly, heart swelling, making blatant eye contact so that Lance understands. Without skipping another beat, he brings his lips to Lance’s and presses in tenderly.

Lance makes a sound of surprise but then he’s putty; his hands reach up to cup Keith’s neck as Keith wraps his arms around Lance’s shoulders to pull him in as close as possible, opening his mouth eagerly as Keith tilts his head and licks at the seam of his lips. He tastes like toothpaste and for some reason, it makes Keith’s heart ache in the most ridiculous bout of affection he’s felt yet.

“I’ve thought about this,” Lance murmurs against Keith’s mouth. “I thought about you, like this, all the time. I-I couldn’t stop--I thought I was gonna die before I got to kiss you again.”

Keith wants to drown in him, so he walks him backwards until they are pressed to a wall and the lines of their bodies fit together more snugly than before. “I wouldn’t let that happen,” he promises, the tone of his voice like dark chocolate. Lance very nearly whimpers as Keith punctuates his vow with a deep, lingering kiss, running his hand through the messy ends of Lance’s hair.

“A-Ah, when did you get to be such a smooth operator?”

“I’ve been practicing in the mirror.”

Lance perks up at that, laughter in his voice as he pushes away marginally to look Keith in the eye. “Really?”

Keith smirks. “No.”

Lance laughs anyway, his mouth kissed-red and shiny and it’s so--it’s so good, and so wonderful and Keith loves him so much that he just has to kiss him again. He can’t help himself. He’d been so obsessed with the idea of Lance’s mouth that he couldn’t even eat breakfast. He couldn’t sleep.

“How are you--how are you....” Lance slides his hands down to curl into Keith’s jacket, trailing off distractedly as Keith nuzzles down the side of his neck, leaving gentle kisses as he tugs at the collar of that tight shirt for access to more skin.

“How am I what?” Keith hums, allowing his amusement to color his voice.

“You’re so--ah, fuck, Keith.” Lance sighs when Keith licks at the soft spot beneath his ear and kisses it earnestly. “You’re so, so good at this.”

Keith just presses his face there, into the curve of Lance’s throat. “Practicing...in the mirror,” he murmurs, smiling briefly to himself when Lance lets out another breathless bout of laughter. He hums again, content. “I want to make you feel good, Lance.”

Lance groans at that and the sound shoots straight through Keith like an arrow, convincing him that there’s literally no reason why he shouldn’t be kissing the breath out of Lance right now. So, he does. His mouth is a little more urgent this time, less careful, less gentle, and Lance’s hands grow more frantic, gripping onto him tighter.

“I wanna be yours, too,” Lance whispers against the pink scar on Keith’s face. It’s so quiet, uttered into his skin with so much resolve that Keith feels the intimacy of it dizzily, causing him to hold on tighter.

“Whatever you want,” Keith murmurs into the edge of Lance’s jaw. And then he kisses Lance again, because he wants that, too.

[tybalt-tisk]

Its a few days late, but here it is! Happy Birthday, @breezycheezyart (Art above is also my Breezy!)

We talked about this Au {BikerBoy!Shiro and his PreppyGirlfriend!Allura} some time ago and I finally decided to write it for you since you liked it so much! You are a blessing to the Shallura community and i’m so happy to call you my friend!

.kitten mittens

//

Allura took another sip of her hibiscus tea and she couldn’t help but close her eyes in delight as the hot drink coated her tongue in liquid gold. She didn’t often dine at this cafe because it was ridiculously overpriced and the clientele was always so pretentious. However, today she made an exception because it was her father’s turn to choose their destination for their weekly lunch date. As much as she disliked this cafe’s uptight demeanor, she had to give them credit for having one of the best tea selections in the city.

She listened eagerly to her father’s weekly report of their family company, Voltron Tech, and asked questions whenever she saw fit. Even though she gave her father the attention she knew he deserved, she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering off. Her perfectly manicured nails danced on the edge of the porcelain cup, creating a song only she knew the lyrics to and her eyes constantly shifted to her watch to check the time.

It had only been 5 minutes that went by after their agreed meeting time but, “Where is he?” she asked herself. She wasn’t annoyed by his tardiness but it was unlike Shiro to run late without telling her first. Out of the two of them, he was always the punctual one.

“Is there something on your mind, Allura?” her father asked her suddenly. When she came back to reality, her father had already received his second cup of coffee. He watched her through his thin-rimmed glasses as he poured in his milk then stirred in just the right amount of sugar.

She felt embarrassment rush over her because she was caught daydreaming. “No, it’s nothing, Father,” she assured him and she looked over the lunch menu in a useless attempt to distract him. Allura herself was extremely observant but she was nothing compared to her father. He sees the things in people they don’t see themselves and Allura was no exception. She was his daughter, heir to a tech empire, and trained from birth. He definitely knew that something was up with her.

Nevertheless, he gave her the chance to speak up before he did. He took a sip of his coffee before he responded. “Are you sure?” he pushed.

She gave a short nod, something she always did when she told him a lie. “Positive.” She read through the expensive French dishes with little to no effort, but at the moment, she wanted nothing more than to enjoy a burger from the shady restaurant on the corner of Richmond and Kirby.

He made an undecipherable sound, one that walked the line between contentment and amusement. He ordered another coffee – black, from the waiter, and told him to make it to-go. He looked over the menu as if it were a newspaper. “It’s unusual for Shiro to be the one running late, is it not?” he said casually without looking up at her.

She was a fool for thinking she could mislead her father. She rolled her eyes and sat back with her arms folded over her chest. “It would seem so,” she responded dryly and Alfor laughed at her display. She always hated it when he told her exactly what was wrong with her before she could admit it herself.

The waiter came back his requested coffee in a fancy to-go cup. Alfor thanked the young server and took the coffee away.

With her arms still folded, Allura raised a brow in confusion. “Why do you need two cups of coffee?”

As soon as she asked the question, she heard the familiar rev of a Kawasaki Vulcan 900 Classic. Her eyes lit up and a smile split her face at the sound. She whipped her head around just in time to see her boyfriend turn the corner before he pulled up in front of the posh cafe.

Allura turned her head towards her father and eyed the coffee that was packaged for travel. She narrowed her eyes at him. “You knew.”

He grinned. “He texted me about 15 minutes ago and informed me that he wasn’t going to be able to stay for lunch.”

“He texted you but not me?” she said in disbelief. “I’m his girlfriend!”

“Maybe he wanted to tell you personally?” He hinted towards Shiro who stood just outside the cafe and gestured for her to come to talk to him outside. “Or maybe, here’s a suggestion, maybe he likes me more than he likes you?” He chuckled when she stuck her tongue out at him.

“You’re insufferable,” she said through a smile as she stood from the table.

She took the hot coffee from the table and walked out to meet her boyfriend. She couldn’t help but feel the thrill of the attention. All eyes were on her as she approached Shiro. By no means did they look like they were from the same social circle. She was an heiress, practically a princess. She attended all of the parties hosted by only the city’s wealthiest and, to her disdain, also the snootiest.

And he was...he was her exact opposite. Clad in all black and full of piercings, he was made of muscle and he stood 6’2”. A scar stood proudly over the bridge of his nose and he wore boots that haven’t been cleaned in days.

And he was hers. Just as much as she was his.

She suppressed a giggle when she heard whispers as she walked towards the door. She absolutely loved the attention she got when she defied society’s expectations of what it took to live like the upper class.

She walked out of the cafe where she came face to face with Shiro. She wanted so badly to be mad at him for not telling her he wasn’t going to stay for lunch, but as soon as she looked into his kind, steely eyes, the words died on her tongue. Instead, she offered him his coffee with a smile. “You’re late, Shirogane.”

He gave her a boyish grin. The same one that she fell in love with the first time she met him and one that will forever be her favorite part of him. He took a step forward and gave her a chaste kiss to lips as a greeting. Deep down, Allura hoped the woman who sent her food back three times fainted at the sight.

“I know I’m late and I’m sorry babe, but…” he paused when he licked his lips and gave her a surprised look. “You taste like flowers. What is that? A new lipgloss?” He was genuinely curious and it made her giggle.

“I was drinking hibiscus tea,” she said. “Do you want some?”

He licked his lips again before he answered. “No thanks. I’m sure it doesn’t taste the same in a cup as it does on your lips.” He gave her a sly wink. She really hoped that bitch was on the floor now. “Anyway, I’m sorry that I’m late and I’m sorry that I can’t stay for lunch.” He paused for the sole reason of dramatic effect. “But I have a good excuse.”

She raised a brow at the look he gave her. “Try me.”

“I got a little distracted,” he told her playfully. “because something else caught my eye.” He rocked on his heels because he found great joy in teasing her. He actually laughed at the look of jealousy in her eyes. “Don’t worry babe, you know no one could ever replace you, buuuut you might have a little competition.”

Before she could speak, he brought out a tiny, black kitten that he somehow had hidden under his leather jacket. It was as big as his hand and it had his purple bandana tied around its tiny neck. Allura held back a squeal of excitement so she wouldn’t startle tiny creature and Shiro knew exactly what she wanted.

Carefully, he rearranged the kitten so he could hand it over to her. “Careful now, I think it’s back leg is hurt,” he warned. The kitten let out a tiny mewl at the new arrangement but quickly found gratification in her warm arms. It purred up against her chest and Allura heart melted at the sight.

Allura ran her hand over its slightly dirty fur. “Shiro where did you find it? It’s absolutely adorable!” She cood.

He reached out a hand rub behind the kitten’s ears. “I found her wandering around in the middle of a busy street. And I couldn’t just leave the little thing there. So I got off my bike so I could stop traffic and get her.”

“Aw, my brave little hero,” she said as she stroked the kittens tail.

“Only the bravest,” he replied. “So I pick her up and she immediately nuzzles into my chest and it’s probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I was thinking of dropping her off to that shelter down the street but if you want to keep her…” His voice trailed off with a smirk.

Allura held the kitten closer to her chest and it’s little paw lashed out to play with her silver curls. “Don’t you dare drop of this...this angel to that shelter. Of course, we’re keeping her!”

He chuckled a rich laugh. “I’d thought you’d say that. I’m going to take her to the vet, which is why I have to miss lunch with you and your dad.” He looked behind Allura and into the cafe before he waved boldly at Alfor who smiled warmly and tipped his mug towards Shiro in a greeting.

She nodded, understanding exactly why he couldn’t join them. “That’s fine,” she told him as she held the kitten above her head and giggled at the way it swatted at a passing butterfly. “I don’t think this is your crowd anyway. But I do love seeing their reactions when they see you.”

“Don’t worry, their reaction was amazing. I made sure to wear my best footwear.” He wiggled his dirty shoes for extra measure.

“Those aren’t even yours, those are Keith’s,” she said when she realized.

“Hey, I stuffed my feet in these just for you since you have this weird obsession with wanting people to faint when they see us together.” Oh yes, she loved this man.

“Your effort to encourage my behavior is appreciated. I’ll make sure reward you later.”

“Remember to bring that flower tea,” he said lowly as he snaked an arm around her to bring her closer.

She giggled when she heard glass break from within the cafe. “It’s like music to my ears.” When the kitten mewled again, she shifted her attention back to the black fur ball in her arms. “What are we going to name her, Shiro?”

“I was thinking Black. Because you know, she’s black.”

Allura frowned in disgust at his suggestion. “Shiro, I swear if you name this precious ball of miracles ‘Black’, I’m going to divorce you.”

Shiro laughed at her words but it quickly died down before he said seriously, “You gotta marry me first, Princess.”

Her eyes searched his and when she found not an ounce of sarcasm, she replied. “I suppose I do, huh?”

He smirked. “We’ll see if that can be arranged.” He was back to his teasing ways but Allura knew he was serious. It was only a matter of time before he asked the big question and she had a lifetime to give.

She gave the kitten back to Shiro so he could take their new family member to the vet for a checkup. He got on his bike so he could start it up and the engine roared to life. She leaned over the bike to give him a kiss goodbye.

He returned the kiss chastely, but not as much as he would have liked. He couldn’t care less about the crowd that watched them, but he would rather not make out with Allura in front of her Dad. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her lips. “I’m taking you out to dinner later tonight, okay?”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Ooh! Can we go to that burger place?”

“The one on Richmond and Kirby?” She nodded her head enthusiastically. “You got it, baby.” He placed the kitten back under his jacket before backed up his bike carefully onto the road.

She waved to him goodbye before she returned to sit with her father. He let her settle down before he spoke. “Allura, dear, I love this restaurant and I would love it if you didn’t try to burn it down with chaos because you love to prove a point.”

[theprodigypenguin]

Jeith Headcanon Dump

I’ve been scratching down Jeith headcanons on every surface I can find whenever I think of something, and finally got around to compiling them all in one place. It’s pretty long, but I hope you enjoy!

James calls Keith "babe/baby"

Keith calls James "darling/doll"

But only in private. In public they call each other bitch, asshole, or go the polite route (cadet, sir, paladin, whatever)

One time James ironically called Keith “Mister Black Paladin Sir” and got punched for his trouble

James is actually really amazed by the lions, especially the Black Lion

After the war, earth starts making and selling Voltron merch (as Earth do), and James buys every Black Paladin/Black Lion thing he can get his hands on

he has a Black Lion charm hanging in his MFE fighter 

and a poster on the wall of his dorm

and a stuffed toy of the Black Lion

and he may or may not have a Keith body pillow

He tries to stuff everything in the closet to hide it when Keith stops by, but it's too late

he's seen

and he will never live it down ever

Keith: *holding up the body pillow* Hey if you wanted me in bed you could've just asked.

Keith eats his food like a fucking rat

He eats the ice cream from between the ice cream sandwiches and throws the cookie away

eats the cream from between the Oreos and puts the cookie back in the box like an asshole

he always takes apart his sandwiches and hamburgers to eat everything individually

It fucks James up and freaks him out honestly like who the fuck eats like that???

Keith had never had boba tea before and when James first gives him some he almost has an anxiety attack because what the fUCK IS THIS WHY IS THERE A SOLID IN MY LIQUID, JAMES

They love going on rides through the desert with no destination, hood of the car down so Keith can stand up and scream while they're driving and the wind is hitting his face

They can both sing, like, really fucking well

James is more modern while Keith likes country and bluesy music

his drawl comes back with a vengeance when he's singing and it gives James "problems”

James is secretly a Troye Sivan fan and sings "Strawberries and Cigarettes" in Keith's ear to see him blush

James has an obsession with Keith's scars, and is constantly kissing and biting at them, like he's trying to prove a point (or trying to erase the scars with his kisses)

Keith is normally pretty against people touching his scars at all (especially the one on his face), so when he first lets James kiss his cheek, James had a mini gay panic attack as soon as Keith is gone.

James: He let me kiss his cheek!

Rizavi: Calm your gay self down, boy.

Keith in a cadet uniform is nice

Keith in his Paladin armor is nICE

Keith in his usual casual attire is dangerous

Keith in white tshirt, open blue flannel, and ripped jeans is fucking DANGEROUS

And Keith in his sinfully skintight BoM uniform is FATAL

The first time James sees him dressed like that he just tries to cover Keith any way he can, putting a coat around his shoulders with shaky hands and a crimson face

Keith: What are you doing?

James: YOU’RE INDECENT. COVER YOURSELF KOGANE. WE’RE IN PUBLIC.

no one else believes James when he tells people Keith has a southern drawl

James: I'm telling you he's just hiding it! He has a Texas drawl damn it!

Lance: Sure he does. I spent like years in space with him, never heard him say "ya'll" even once.

Keith: *whispers into James’ ear* Well ain’t that a damn southern hill shame, darlin’?

James: *screams*

Keith takes James on dates through the stars all the time

With the Black Lion, space travel through the Milky Way is effortless, and Keith likes seeing the way James' eyes light up when the fly over any of the different planets outside of Earth

James: Keith look, we're on Orion's belt! We're a fashion statement!

Keith: Sure, okay.

James takes a more common route when it comes to dating

Walking day-dates through Plaht City and the alien booths that had been set up

buying knickknacks for each other that neither need but both cherish

purposely staying out too late so James can offer his jacket to Keith like the gentleman he is

Keith likes the simplicity, though

and he likes it when James offers his coat, not that he'll admit it

growing up in the desert, Keith is used to being in intense heat, he can function in 100+ degree weather easily and is at home in muscle shirts and ripped jeans

this also means he can hardly function in any weather that dwindles beneath 70 degrees (hey same)

He goes from sluggish to entirely useless

naturally he seeks out the closest heat source, but also the safest heat source, so he automatically finds himself looking for James

Shiro has known Keith forever, and he was once upon a time subjected to a little teen Keith trying to hide under his shirt because he was cold, so he tries to warn James in order to prepare him

doesn't matter though, nothing can prepare him for when his zombie-fied boyfriend shuffles up to him and lifts his shirt to try and hide under it

James loves him, but he'd really rather not get groped by icicle fingers again, so he takes to wearing a coat at all times

That way when Keith shuffles towards him for warmth he can just open his jacket and close it around the paladin

at first people teased him about it, especially the other MFE pilots, but the glare that Keith peered over at them from the collar of James' coat makes them stop

so people are just used to it now and don't mention it

Keith is starved for touch and attention, but his insecurities make it hard for him to open up to people, so once he and James start to date regularly, he’s always rubbing up against him for affection

James doesn’t get it at first, but once he figures it out he’s always got a hand on Keith somehow, whether it’s petting his hair, patting his shoulder, holding his hand, or anything else, because the touch makes Keith happy

Cadet: So how did you and Keith start dating?

James: Well he punched me really hard when we were kids, and I think he must’ve given me brain damage from it, because I fell in love with him.

Cadet:

Regarding intimacy, they switch all the time, sometimes James tops and sometimes Keith does, but Keith is almost always the little spoon

James likes hugging things in his sleep, and Keith isn’t opposed to the physical contact, so they have an agreement

They don’t really discuss the fact they’re dating, it sort of just happens

One day James looks around and realizes half of the belongings in his dorm room are Keith’s, and that the paladin had basically moved himself in and made himself at home

So he just goes “oh this is a thing now” and continues on with his business

Keith is pretty oblivious to this kind of thing in general, so it takes him longer to realize it

Pidge: Hey Keith are you off to your date with James?

Keith: *dressed casually in clean clothes and even brushed his hair* What, no, we’re just looking around the venders. After that we’re going to get something to eat and maybe stop by to watch a movie in that outdoor auditorium. You know the one, where they play old Earth films to entertain some of the war torn alien refugees?

Pidge: Yea? That’s a date?

Keith:

James isn’t as freaked out about Keith being half Galra as Keith had expected, and even seems eager to learn more (”always knew there was something different about you”)

He is, of course, wary about the other Galra in the Blade of Marmora, going so far as to try and stand in front of Keith protectively when they show up

The action is both endearing and somewhat disappointing, but Keith can’t blame him for being nervous, even scared, around the aliens, after everything their race had done

James gets along with Krolia pretty quickly, but remains somewhat nervous and suspicious of the other Galra

James: You sure they’re not gonna try and... like, hurt you?

Keith: James at this point you should be worried about them hurting you. Have fun gaining their favor to date me.

James:

They both have pretty severe nightmares, but Keith’s are just a bit worse, and effect him more

They sleep with a nightlight because it makes things just a tiny bit easier

They’ve discussed going to individual therapy sessions, but in the end they always decide there’s no one better than each other to talk to

(they never fully toss out therapy as a possibility, though)

Whenever one of them wakes from a bad dream they wake the other up, and they either sit on the bed to discuss it, or if they don’t want to talk, they climb to the roof of the Garrison and see who can name the most constellations

So far it’s a tie, but James knows more single stars than Keith does

Keith is willing and ready to punch the lights out of anyone who dares speak badly of James

James is all too happy to do the same with people who should even dare to mention Keith

He gets into it more than Keith does, because James is considered an honored pilot, while there have always been more dubious opinions of Keith

Made worse by the fact he’s half Galra and the one to kill Sendak (even if they were in a war, there are people who give Keith a wide berth because they’re afraid of him)

It bothers James, but Keith seems to not mind

Keith: People have always treated me like an outsider, it’s not like this is new to me.

That just makes James feel worse

They kissed before ever confessing, and saying I love you was never really something they felt needed to be said out loud

But James says it once spontaneously, notices that it makes Keith blush like a nova, and decides to say it a lot more often just to see Keith flustered

Keith takes a bit longer to get used to saying those words, and the first time he says it, it doesn’t click immediately with James

He’s probably up in the MFE for a test run when it just hits him that his boyfriend said I love you that morning and just screams a little into his comms from shock, scaring the hell out of his team

Rizavi: Why are you screaming?!

James: Keith said he loved me!

Rizavi: Bitch when?!

James: Like eight hours ago!

Rizavi: Then shut the fuck up!

James proposes first, but Keith is such a dense moron he doesn’t realize it, and like a day later he proposes to James, who’s just fucking confused but says okay

So they both propose and they both say yes and neither of them realize it because they’re fucking idiots.

Please feel free to add your own Jeith/Jaith headcanons!

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Is It Still a Bromance If You’ve Had Sex? Ch. 14

Note: I know it's been a while. Writing's been taking a while since I've been trying to find a new job. Haven't had much time outside of doing applications...But this is probably the second to last chapter of this one. I have a few more ideas of how I want to wrap everything up.

Also on AO3!

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Shiro grinned as he tugged Keith through the doorway to his bedroom and let the door slide shut behind them. He swiped his finger across the keypad without looking, locking them in and keeping anyone prone to interrupting them out.

Shiro backed Keith up against the door, hands a comforting weight on his hips as they stared into each other’s eyes. Keith searched his gaze, in awe at the sparkling joy housed within.

He couldn’t believe he was actually here. He still couldn’t believe the past several weeks were real and that he’d gotten to spend so much time with Shiro.

And now that he was looking back on all their interactions knowing that Shiro had feelings for him that were more than friendship or a kind of brotherly love…he was blown away with the possibilities it held. And that he could’ve been such an idiot as to not realize just what they held for each other.

Shiro’s hand came up between them and cupped his cheek, thumb stroking over the scar there.

He ducked his head and brought their lips together. Keith sighed, eyes sliding shut at the softness of Shiro’s lips. He’d already tasted them so many times, but this was different. He could give himself over to the kiss and put all of the meaning into it he’d been trying to hold back since that first night.

They kissed slowly, lazily. Keith’s hands came to wrap around Shiro’s shoulders and he tried relaxing against the door, but Shiro’s arms wrapped around his waist and kept their chests pressed together.

Warmth bloomed in Keith’s chest, nearly squeezing his heart with the wave of emotion it hit him with.

He slid his hands down over Shiro’s shoulders, mapping the planes of Shiro’s chest. He gripped the zipper of Shiro’s vest and pulled it down, the sound of it coming undone fading into the background.

He slid his hands up under the vest towards Shiro’s shoulders, nudging it from his form. Shiro pulled his arms from Keith’s waist and let him push the vest the rest of the way off. It landed in a small pile on the floor with a whisper of cloth.

Shiro tilted his head forward, forcing Keith’s head back. He groaned when Keith made a small noise in the back of his throat and swiped his tongue along Keith’s bottom lip.

Keith opened easily for him, letting his tongue slip inside as he took control of their kisses. The heat and warmth coming to life under Keith’s skin started to grow and kindle as the flames heated, the fire in his belly morphing into a blaze.

Shiro’s deft fingers found their way under the lapels of his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. Keith shook it off quickly, making a grab for Shiro’s shoulders to keep them close.

Shiro shifted against him and it took Keith a moment to realize he was stepping out of his boots. Keith chuckled and pulled back, undoing the buckles on his own shoes as Shiro gave him a crooked grin.

Shiro got his boots and socks off faster and made a grab for him, nearly pulling him off balance as he wrestled with his last sock.

“Shiro,” Keith grumbled as he stumbled into his chest.

Shiro chuckled and didn’t relent, pressing a kiss behind his ear as he tossed his sock onto the pile they’d made.

Shiro wrapped his lips around another tender area below his hairline and sucked, making Keith shiver. The heat under his skin grew, spreading in a blanket of warmth that was undeniably pleasant.

Shiro’s lips moved farther south as he continued to place gentle kisses to the side of his neck. Keith tilted his head, giving him better access and Shiro gladly took the invitation, wrapping more firmly around him.

He bit down on his pulse point, drawing a sharp gasp that morphed into a moan from Keith’s lips. His pants tightened noticeably as he fought to keep his heartrate steady while Shiro made no move to detach himself from Keith’s neck.

“Do you have some kind of obsession with my neck?” Keith panted, pressing his lips together to swallow and try to clear his throat.

Shiro eased his teeth from the tender skin and placed a gentle kiss on top of the bite. There would no doubt be a harsh bruise there later and Keith almost shivered at the thought of running his fingers over such a visceral claim Shiro put on him of all people.

Shiro mumbled something into his neck and it took Keith a moment to realize he’d spoken through the haze clouding his brain.

“What?” he asked, eyebrows drawing down together.

Shiro sighed, grip tightening around him. “I said…I want everyone to know you’re taken. Even if they don’t know it’s by me, they know that no one else can put their hands on you.”

Keith bit his lip, something twisting in his chest. The warmth that had spread under his skin began to boil, setting him alight with need and a desire to prove to Shiro just how much he already belonged to him, body and soul.

“You know…” he mumbled, trying to find the courage to admit something so personal. But this was Shiro and he knew Shiro would never use the information against him. He knew more about him than most people, and hadn’t betrayed his trust yet. “One of the things I’ve always wanted was to be kept proudly by someone…”

Shiro’s nails dug into the soft fabric of his clothes, making Keith arch against him as he strained to feel more of that possessive nature slip through Shiro’s strong façade.

“If you’ll let me, I won’t ever let you go. No one else can have you, or touch you, or hold you like this. I’m the only one. I want to be the only one. You’re beautiful and amazing and deserve the universe Keith. I don’t care what anyone else says or tried to say so many years ago.”

Keith swallowed, blinking against the pressure that built behind his eyes. He glanced up at the ceiling, fighting the tears back. It wasn’t the time for his shortcomings to get in the way.

Keith forced a few inches of space between them. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, adding to the pile of clothes already on the floor.

Shiro closed the distance in the blink of an eye, hands running over every inch of Keith’s skin he could reach. Keith shivered as cold air chilled the warm trails and patterns his fingers left behind.

Shiro ducked his head, his lips meeting Keith’s warm skin. He pressed soft kisses down Keith’s chest, dragging blunt teeth across soft skin.

“God, Keith, you’re so beautiful,” Shiro muttered into his skin, hands running up and down his sides and sliding around his back. His fingers gripped his hips and lithe waist. “You’re gorgeous and muscular and so hot when you’re beating up people twice your size.”

Keith’s face flamed. “Shiro…” he started.

“No,” Shiro said, pressing a tender kiss to his stomach. He straightened, meeting Keith’s eyes with his ever-so-serious gaze. “Don’t try and tell me I’m wrong or it’s not true. You are beautiful, Keith. And I don’t care what anyone else tries to say. I’ve loved you long enough to know just how beautiful you are inside and out. So maybe it’s time you shut up and listen to me for once.”

Keith’s breath hitched at Shiro’s words. The protests were already fighting to get to the forefront of his tongue and spill over, but he kept them locked away. His chest tightened in the way it always did when it came to Shiro.

He grabbed the hem of Shiro’s shirt and tugged. “Off,” he said, voice gruff.

Shiro beamed, smile more brilliant than a supernova. He pulled his shirt over his head and Keith got to work on shucking his pants and underwear, not caring if he was naked before Shiro managed to get his belt undone.

Keith placed his hands over Shiro’s, quickly undoing the latch and pulling the metal from his waist with a soft swish of nylon against his pants. He dropped the belt to the floor, not caring it was loud in the silence between them.

Keith’s eyes roved over Shiro’s muscular form. Sadness tinged the edge of his emotions at once again seeing all of the scars that littered Shiro’s body and knowing the pain that came with getting them. But Shiro’s own words came back to him and he realized how deep his own feelings transcended his soul.

Shiro was beautiful. He was gorgeous. And there wasn’t anyone else in the universe who could begin to compare to him in Keith’s eyes.

“Keith?” Shiro asked, finding him staring at him.

Keith stepped forward, gently framing Shiro’s face between his palms. He gazed into his eyes, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, Shiro,” he murmured with heavy conviction.

Shiro’s lips parted and Keith could see the denial forming just as it had for him.

Keith shook his head. “No, Shiro. I mean it. And it’s your turn to shut up and listen to me because I love you. And there’s no one else who’s ever going to compare to you in my eyes.”

Keith pushed up onto his toes and brought their lips together in a tender kiss. He tried to put all of his feelings into it, wanting Shiro to understand the extent of his emotions for him.

Shiro wrapped his arms tightly around Keith’s back and lifted him from the ground. Keith laughed into their kiss and wrapped his legs around Shiro’s waist, letting himself be carried over to the bed.

Shiro set him on the edge and kicked off his pants and boxers. He crawled onto the bed, leaning over Keith to give him another kiss. Shiro settled onto the bed, leaning against the wall. He pulled Keith towards him, nudging him into his lap.

Keith grinned, letting himself get handled as Shiro settled him across his thighs. He wrapped his arms around Shiro’s shoulders and pressed their chests together, humming when their cocks brushed together.

He shifted, wishing Shiro was already inside him. Shiro gave him another quick kiss and reached for his pillow. He pulled a little jar of oil out from underneath it and unscrewed the cap.

While Shiro covered his fingers in oil, Keith got to work kissing his neck, using his knowledge of the tender and sensitive areas of Shiro’s neck to draw sharp gasps or groans from Shiro’s lips. He was more than content with leaving his own trail of marks, showing everyone that Shiro belonged to someone and no other soul could put their hands on this beautiful man but him.

He arched at the first probe of Shiro’s finger. The oil was cool against his heated skin, but he was desperate to be worked open and fucked like their lives depended on it.

Keith sighed when Shiro’s finger breached the ring of muscle. Even though it had almost been a day since they last did anything together, his muscles were still fairly loose. He accepted Shiro’s finger easily, barely conscious of his movements as he rocked his hips backwards to force Shiro’s finger deeper.

He groaned when Shiro twisted his finger, pressing against his walls to stretch him farther. His chin fell to his chest, fingernails raking through Shiro’s undercut.

“Want you in me,” he muttered. “Want to have your cock filling me up again, Shiro.”

“Fuck, Keith,” Shiro said, voice dropping an octave. He buried his face in Keith’s neck as he pulled his finger out.

Keith frowned, eyebrows drawing together as he whined at the loss. He wasn’t left to wait long before Shiro slid two fingers back into him.

He arched with a gasp, hips canting backwards to grind into Shiro’s hand.

“More, please Shiro,” he begged, breath coming in pants. The tip of his cock brushed against Shiro’s chest and he shivered at the featherlight touch to the sensitive tip.

Shiro pulled his fingers almost all the way out before he thrust them back in. Keith grinned and bit his lip, clenching around Shiro’s fingers to feel them drag against the walls of muscle around his asshole.

Shiro groaned and buried his head in Keith’s neck, placing soft kisses on his heated skin. Keith tilted his head back, giving Shiro more access. He tried focusing on the ceiling over their heads, but got caught up in the glide of Shiro’s prosthetic over his waist.

Shiro pulled his fingers out to the tips and nudged a third finger in next to the other two. Keith relaxed under the touch, feeling any tension in his muscles leave his body as he was finally closer to being as full as he wanted to be. He was closer to the moment he’d get to sink down on Shiro’s cock.

“I love you,” Shiro murmured, thrusting his fingers all the way in.

Keith gasped and arched into the touch, his nails digging into Shiro’s shoulders. He felt a drop of precome slip free and slide down the side of his sensitive cock. He shifted, feeling Shiro’s fingers move inside him and press into his walls.

Shiro stiffened his fingers and thrust them again, easily finding his prostate.

“Fuck,” Keith breathed, raking his nails over Shiro’s shoulders. Shiro bit his neck in retaliation, sucking the tender spot before Keith could argue.

Keith gave the harsh bite no more than a passing notice as Shiro continued to press and rub against his prostrate, relentless in his intent. He could feel his thighs starting to tremble where he was straddling Shiro.

The warmth in his veins was a molten fire, eating him up from the inside.

Shiro wrapped his free arm around Keith’s back, holding him in place against his chest. He didn’t give Keith any leverage to move, sliding his fingers harshly into his ass and pressing his prostrate with what should’ve been shocking accuracy if they hadn’t done this so many times before.

Keith bit his lip, straining against Shiro’s hold as he fought to get some sort of release. He was on the verge of falling, each beat of his heart making his sensitive cock throb where it was trapped between them.

His breathing came faster and he practically clawed at Shiro, silently begging him to help send him over the edge.

Shiro didn’t let up, fingers pressing against his prostrate in a blinding rhythm of pleasure that Keith swore he was going to burst from. The tension in his stomach released and the heat in his veins turned to a comforting warmth that pulsed from his core.

He gasped, shuddering as Shiro worked him through his orgasm. He waited for the lethargy that came after an orgasm to settle over his muscles, but it didn’t come.

He shivered as Shiro pulled his fingers out and placed his hands on his hips.

“How are you feeling?” Shiro murmured, pressing kisses into his neck.

“Good,” he said, throat feeling a little dry. He shifted in Shiro’s grip, the minor relief from his orgasm disappearing as he realized how hard he still was.

“Can I fuck you now?” Shiro asked, fingers digging into his sides.

“God, yes,” Keith breathed, arching back into his touch.

Shiro squeezed his hip again and reached for the oil, slicking his fingers. He reached between them and stroked himself, letting out a shaky groan now that he was getting stimulation after so long.

Keith let Shiro guide him forward, biting his lip when the head of his dick pressed against his entrance.

Keith slowly sank down, sighing as took the length of Shiro’s cock inside him. His eyes slid shut in bliss when Shiro was fully seated inside him. His fingers flexed on Shiro’s shoulders, nails dragging along sensitive skin.

He lifted his hips, letting Shiro slide halfway out before he sank down again. Shiro languidly rolled his hips up to meet Keith, drawing a sharp gasp from his lip. He repeated the movement on the next thrust, meeting Keith in the middle each time he sank down.

Keith swallowed, ready to burst as his blood sang through his veins. He barely noticed his cock throb with every beat of his heart because of how good Shiro was making him feel and how full his heart was.

“You’re beautiful, Keith. God, everything about you is gorgeous. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to see you like this. I can’t believe it,” Shiro babbled, the words spilling from his tongue like he couldn’t get enough of singing Keith’s praises. “Fuck, I love you.”

Keith whimpered on Shiro’s next thrust, grinding his hips down to meet him. His chest tightened and he wanted to believe this was too good to be true. He wanted to believe he was trapped in some insane dream where he got exactly what he wanted or some group of aliens had attacked them and he was trapped in some pod being brainwashed by his deepest desires.

His doubts tried to creep back, telling him that he should push Shiro away before he got hurt. But something else was stronger than his doubts.

“I love you, too,” he groaned, voice sounding as wrecked and twisted up as he felt inside.

Shiro’s arms snaked around his waist and pressed their chests together. He buried his face in Keith’s neck, kissing the bite marks he’d already left.

Neither of them sped up their movements despite the tension and fire under their skin. They wanted to savor this and enjoy every moment they got to spend together. After all, even though they’d fucked so many times before, this is the first time they got to have it like this.

“Shiro…” Keith started, tightening around his cock.

“I know, baby. Go ahead and let go. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

Keith bit his lip and whimpered as he came, cock pulsing between them and covering their chests in come. His muscles trembled with it. Shiro thrust a few more times, groaning as he fucked Keith’s tight ass, and finally spilled inside him. He squeezed Keith tighter, burying his face in his neck and riding out his release as Keith ran his fingers through his hair.

Once his trembling subsided and he started to relax, Keith coaxed Shiro out of his neck and brought their lips together in a slow kiss.

“I love you,” Shiro murmured a millimeter away from his lips.

“I know,” Keith said, laughing softly. “I love you, too.”

Shiro pressed his next ‘I love you’ against Keith’s lips and Keith knew he wouldn’t mind having those words painted across his body under Shiro’s lips and hands.

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This is the first Kallura piece of my Modern AU of Voltron Legendary Defender ( https://chikraizyj.tumblr.com/post/175708406788/my-voltron-legendary-defender-modern-alternative ). This is just how they interact for the first time. Keith and Allura are in Literature and English class together. Actually, debating about Ana Karenina, a novel written by Tolstoi. I’m reading the novel, actually (is not my favorite but is okay). And this is just MY opinion of it. And English is not my first language so please sorry if I wrote something wrong. And... I do not have italics option here, so everything that appears like -this- are characters thoughts and when it appears like “this” is dialogue :) Thanks! Hope you like it!

“What do you think was Vronsky’s feelings towards Ana?” the teacher asks the students, walking through the room. “Do you think that was love at first sight?”

 “Yes.” 

 “No.” 

 Allura turned her gaze towards the black haired guy who sits in the back of the classroom and always wore a red and white jacket. He never talks in class so she was a little bit surprised to hear him. He has a voice after all. 

Allura looks back to the teacher and repeated what she had said. “I do think it was love at first sight.”

 “I think it was simply a sexual attraction” said the guy, attracting the teacher's attention.

 -What was his name? It started with K... Ken? Kev?-

The teacher frowned. “Why do you say so, Keith?”

 -Keith. Keith Kogane.- 

 Keith straightened in his seat, eyes on the teacher with confidence but not eagerness. “I think they felt a sexual attraction—“

 “Really?” Allura snorted. “Sexual attraction?” 

 “Yes, sexual attraction” he answered, looking at her harshly, “and then as the chapters goes by, it became an obsession.”

 Allura looked at him with steely eyes. “Are you saying that all the drama was about their sexual attraction?”

 “Well, you are forgetting about the other characters. For example, the parallels of Ana and Vronsky: Kitty and Levin.” Keith looked down at his notebook and began to sketch on it. “Don’t get me wrong. I liked the novel.” 

 The teacher was going to take the word when Allura interrupted. 

 “Yes. We had the opportunity to experience each character. We found Ana, a mother and married woman, who fell in love with Vronsky and had to face the consequences for following her feelings. Vronsky, the typical man every woman wanted to marry with, who feel in love with Ana Karenina but was courting Kitty. We had Kitty, another character that, unlike Ana, lives a breakdown because of Vronsky, watching him loving another woman; but at the end she finds love in Levin. And we saw a development in Levin, a character who first was lost and by the chapters goes by, he finds himself and conquers Kitty’s hand.” Allura smiles at the teacher, kindly. “First, Levin losses Kitty over Vronsky but at the end, he earns her love. And Vronsky ends alone. Also Ana, who felt alive with Vronsky whereas Kitty lost the man she was going to marry, at the end, Kitty starts a new life with Levin and Ana ends her own life. I think the author was trying to show how people manage love, how love is different to each person and how it could turn your life. You can end like Dolly, Esteban, Levin, Vronsky, Kitty or... like Ana” says Allura with a covertly triumphant voice.

“Ana ended with her life because she thought Vronsky was cheating on her” Keith interrupted catching Allura’s attention once again. “The final was clearly obvious. The parallels since the beginning, yes; you can tell someone was going to die. The train and the man who died at the introduction of Ana’s character was a big symbol. But I think Ana never loved Vronsky” he shrugged looking disinterested. “I think she found in Vronsky what she never had with Karenin: feeling loved, sex and company.”

 “Then if she never loved Vronsky as you say, why she suicided at the end?” Allura asked, without hiding her annoyance. “As far I can tell, you only do crazy things for the ones you love.”

 Keith lifted an eyebrow, looking blankly at Allura. “Because it was an obsession. She was so obsessed with him that the idea of losing something, again, was her biggest fear. She losses her son, Karenin, her social status, her friends and the idea of Vronsky cheating on her just made it worse.” 

 Allura was going to counter with her point of view but the sound of the ring did not let her. 

 The teacher claps his hands. “Well... we have a quiz tomorrow! Keith! That was a wonderful discussion.” 

Allura could not help but frown. Keith at the other hand, with a neutral expression, nodded to the teacher and without looking at Allura, he walked out of the classroom.

 Keith’s POV

 Keith hated the lunch time. And the lunchroom. 

He stared at Hunk, who was eating from a strange bowl. “What is that?”

 Hunk stops eating, and looks at Keith with the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed hard. “Man... this is ‘ropa vieja’. Lance’s mom made it. Is a cuban recipe and it’s delicious!”

 Keith notices the absence of his Senior brother in their table. “Hey... where is Shiro?”

 “Working on a project with Matt” answered Pidge, biting a pencil, trying to concentrate at her work. 

 “Oigan... Did you guys meet the new girl?” asks Lance, taking a bite from his bow, that also contained what seemed to be ropa vieja. 

 “She has been here for over a week, Lance” Pidge answered without looking up. 

 “She is really sweet” says Hunk, with his mouth full. “We have Math together.”

 Lance smirked. “I met her in Gym class today and guys... those moves were—“ 

“Lance” Pidge cut his sentence and glared at him.

 Lance rolls his eyes playfully and turned to Keith. “You saw her, Keith?” 

 Keith, who was maneuvering with the plastic knife did not look up. “We have English together” snapped. 

 Noticing the lack of interest the dark haired boy had in the conversation, Lance decided to talk about other things. But Keith was thinking about something else.

 The new girl.

 He did not even know her name. How could she think that was love? The woman throws herself into a train because she thought her amante was cheating on her. That is not love. 

 But she seemed to be these types of girls who loves cliché stories and who dreams about vampire boyfriends. Keith rolled his eyes at that thought. 

 He just wanted to go home. 

~*~

 Five minutes. And he will be out. Just five minutes. The teacher kept talking... His freshman year could not be more boring. 

 Tic tic tic... 

 His phone started to shake in his pocket and he took it out. That was the perks of sitting in the back, the teachers did not get to see him. It was not like he cares, anyway. 

 Shiro: I need a favor. 

 Keith raised an eyebrow, inquisitive. That was scary. 

 Keith: What’s up? 

 Shiro: Can you take the car? 

 Keith opened his eyes in surprise as he typed. 

 Keith: You want me to drive home alone? 

 Few seconds passed. 

 Shiro: I’m going with Matt to his place. And I will stay there until late night. Maybe til tomorrow. We have to finish a project. I bet you don’t want to stay all night there. But, if you can’t drive home alone, we go in my car to his place, but, I don’t know what time we'll get home. 

 Keith analyzed the situation. Going to Pidge’s place or staying at home? Wait. He almost forgot.

 Keith: I have practice today. 

 Shiro: You really need to go? 

 Keith: More than ever. I really need to punch those bags. 

 Shiro: I need all day. So, you go to your practice. 

 Shiro: Btw... Are you okay? 

 Keith: Good. See you later. 

 The bell rang and Keith was the first one to get out. 

 His phone started to shake, again, and without checking who was, he answered with irritation in his tone. 

��“What?” 

 “Keith.” Awesome. He was screwed. 

 “Hey, mom” said again, now in a soft voice. 

 “Shiro told me he was going to be at Holt’s today. I suppose you are going to your practice.” 

 Keith left a snarl escape from his mouth. She knew. And she knew Keith was going to drive. And she was not going to let him. She was really strict about it.

 -Shiro always reporting himself.- 

 “Yeah. But Shiro is going to take me to the practice first” said, trying to sound convincing. 

 “Keith” Krolia scolds him. Her voice low and serious. “I’m your mother.” 

 Keith sighed, surrendering. “I know.”

 “I know you are lying.” 

 “I know that too.” 

 “Then, don’t even try again.” 

 A thunderous noise was heard from the sky and without warning, rain began to fall from above. -I better hurry up and get in the car.- 

 “Ma...” Keith was careful this time with his words as he walks among all the other students. “I really want to go to practice today. I need the car.” 

 Keith heard her snort of disapproval but that gave him hope. That only meant she was thinking about it. 

 “Fine” he could practically imagine her looking at him with that stern glare of hers. “I want you home at 5:00.” 

 “But—“ 

 “Or you go with your brother to the Holt’s” she said, without giving him a choice. 

“Fine” he mumbled. 

 “Thanks for letting me drive, mom. I love you.” Krolia mocks him, annoyed. Keith rolled his eyes and smiled. 

“Thanks for letting me drive, mom. I love you.” 

 -I was going to drive anyway.- 

 “Keith... be careful.” 

 “Don’t worry, mom.” 

He took the keys out of his bag and hung up. 

 He got inside the car and turned it on. As Keith drove to the exit, he watched all the students running because of the rain, that started to fall heavily. 

 //First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh The way that things have been, oh ooh//

Believer by Imagine Dragons became the background music, replacing the sound of the rain crashing against the car. He really needed the practice. At least, to punch the bags thirty minutes. Boxing was something that always helped him to clear his mind. And it was not that far. 20 minutes away from the school. 35 minutes away from home. 

 Keith loves to drive. He was at this time, slow at the wheel. That was because it was Shiro’s car and he did not have ‘learning license’. That was not an obstacle, though. He drives since he was 9... 10? His mother was in absolutely disapproval when his father began to teach him at that early age, but in time she just accepted it. Besides, he was close to be 16. He will be getting his license soon. Speed was something he and his dad had in common... and he felt closer to him in that way. 

 But, he promised his mom he would be careful. So, 40 miles max speed? Then, that will be.

 //Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer.// 

 A figure in the park catches his attention but he passed by swiftly and he could not recognize it.

 -It was... What is she doing there?- 

 It was raining heavily and that new girl was beneath a big tree.

 -Maybe trying to stay dry?-

 He remembered her in Literature class some days ago... He could tell she was the only daughter because of the way she talks, expresses herself, walks, behaves... he might be wrong, maybe not.

 -But... what if she was lost?- The thought crossed his mind even when he tried not to. 

-Someone else will give her a ride home.-

 -But what if nobody does.- 

 Groaning, Keith turn in a U and ran as faster as he could to reach where that new girl was. His stupid conscience was stronger than him. He blew the horn when he parked by the crossway and turned down the window. The surprise in the girl’s face made him realized what he just did. Keith just stayed there, paralyzed.

 -What should I say now?- 

 “Mmm...” -Perfect. Good way to start, Keith. Just awesome.- “Want a ride home?” He shouts so she could hear him. The new girl tilted her head in confusion. -Man... that sounded creepy.- Keith shakes his head. “I mean... you need help?” he repeats, trying to compete with the loud storm. 

 The girl was caught off guard with that question. She seemed lost in her thoughts for a moment. He could not blame her. He was a stranger after all. 

 “I’m fine” she responded. Her face showing the opposite. She hugged herself, leaning against the tree and Keith noticed she was shuddering slightly. 

 He asked, she did not take it. Not his problem. He was about to pull the pedal to leave when the sky shot its most terrible thunders and the wind began to blow, moving savagely the tops of the trees. And the girl’s hair. The weather was getting bad. Keith could practically see the battle she had internally. The inside of his car was getting wet. 

He clenched his jaw, impatiently and gave her a second chance. “I don’t have all day, you know?” says harshly. 

 The girl was indecisive. “Do you know a cafeteria near here?” she asks loudly so he could hear her.

 Keith really was about to leave her there if she did not decide. “There are lots of coffee shops here. Which one?” 

 The girl looked down at her phone for a brief moment, then lifted her head. “Canela’s café?” 

 Perfect. 15 minutes away. 

 “Yeah” he nodded. “You coming?” 

 The girl mumbled something and reluctantly walked towards the car and got in. When she closed the door, Keith sped up the car. 

// Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer. Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain. My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain!//

  The silence invaded the car. Keith did not want to say anything either.

 -Of all the girls... it had to be her. Mrs Love-at-First-Sight-Karenina, Mrs Know All, the bossy girl...- 

 He surreptitiously, with the corner of his eye saw that she was still shaking from cold. So, he turned on the heater. 

 “Thanks” she muttered. Keith shrugged in response. “I still do not get used to this weather. Where I come from, is always warm and sunny” she says, covering herself with her coat. 

 “The sun doesn’t exist here” he responded and caught a glimpse of her. He felt kind of... sorry. Being new in town, in the school... it must be hard, he thought. Suddenly, something called his attention. She was holding some kind of cylinder. When he realized what it was, had to hold the urge to laugh, calling her attention.

 “I thought you were a freshman” she mumbled, sounding a little bit defiant. 

 “I am” he snapped. Keith did not let to show any emotion on his face. Instead, he said with the most stern expression: “Put away that pepper spray. You are safe here.” The girl opened her eyes in surprise and looked down, her cheeks turning red. 

“Apologies... My father is a little bit paranoid when is about strangers. I think I’m getting paranoid as well” said, her mouth curved into a shy smile. She put the spray inside her bag but was still holding it.

 -Bingo. Protective father. She was the only daughter.- “I understand. But, really, it makes me nervous” he replied. But the girl was still holding it tightly. Keith rolled his eyes. “Not all strangers are bad... Have some faith in humanity.” Keith found that funny, though. He wasn’t a fan of humanity himself. He preferred cars over people and his dog Iboji and his cat Red... 

 The girl sighed, letting it go, closing her bag. Keith felt more relaxed now. He put his eyes on the road. The girl was moving her fingers, like a nervous tic and her eyes were in the window. They were 10 minutes away. 

 “Nice car, by the way” she commented, smiling softly. Keith was not expecting her to try to have a conversation so that surprised him a little. 

“Thanks.” 

 “Is this your car?” asked the girl, looking at the radio Shiro packed to the car. “Does laws are different here? How can you drive at so young age?” 

 He raised an eyebrow. “First, is not mine. Second, I’m not supposed to be driving so let’s try to not crash the car” he joked, expecting to make her smile. 

The girl turned her eyes to him. Keith tried to not look at her penetrating gaze. “So... the car belongs to Shiro.” 

 Keith got tense. “How do you know about my brother?” he asked, looking at her briefly. “How do you even know his name?” 

 “I have eyes to observe and ears to listen, Keith Kogane” a lopsided grin appeared in her face. 

 Keith frowned, this time feeling interested. “You know my name but I don’t know yours.” And now he really wanted to know her name. 

 The girl shrugged. “I guess you should be paying more attention to Literature class.” 

 Keith studied her with his eyes. “I can call you Mrs. Love-At-First-Sight-Karenina if you want.” He waited. He waited for her to start yelling at him. He thought she would be mad at him because of that comment. But... she laughed. Now Keith was confused. “What’s so funny?” 

 The girl tries to stop laughing, failing poorly. “That is... a creative name” she covers her mouth in attempt to stop. “I can call you Mr. Sexual Attraction” she said playfully. “I have one better! From now on, I will call you Mr. Obsession!”

 Keith rolled his eyes but the corners of his mouth turned up. It was actually funny. He did not expect her to be... this nice? 

 “Okay, okay, Mrs. Know All...” he looked at her with curious eyes. “I’m giving you a ride. At least I deserve to know your name.” 

 The girl drop her shoulders and sighed. “My name is Allura.” 

 Keith saw the bright in her eyes and could not help but taste the name. 

 -Allura...-

 He had to admit it. She was beautiful. Really, she was. Her long and wet white hair reached her hips. She had a peculiar dark skin. Her hands were delicates, but her body did not seemed weak. And her eyes... Keith liked that color. 

 “Why is your hair white?” he tried to not ask but the question escaped from his mouth. 

 Confusion crept into her face. “What?” Keith hesitated to ask again. Instead, he speed up the car, forgetting what he had said. He was getting distracted. “Why do you ask that?”

 -So she heard.- Keith did not know what to say. “I have never seen a girl with white hair and... it looks natural” he said, unsure. 

 The girl nodded. “My hair is naturally white.” Keith made a curve.

 -5 minutes away.-

 “I figured...” 

 Allura seemed uneasy. “My mom had white hair... so I guess I inherited the color.” -Her mom had white hair? Had?- He was not going to ask further. “You practice boxing, right?” Keith glowered. Before he could ask how she knew, Allura interrupted. “The scars of your knuckles” said simply. “And the gloves at the backseat” she added, pointing to the back of her seat. “Since when do you practice?” 

 Keith was impressed. She was observant. “Since I was a kid” he answered, trying to remember. 

 “You like it? Or you use it to clear your mind?” she asks again, with curiosity in her eyes.

 It was strange. If a strange comes and starts asking him questions, he will probably tell them to back off. But with her, it was easy to talk... but he was afraid to say too much. To open himself. His problem since he was a kid. Always with walls up. Not trusting anybody. 

 “Clear my mind” he replied. 

 She was about to say something but her phone rang and she answered it. “Hello?... Coran... yes. No. I’m not in the school. Oh... I’m with...” she turned to Keith, looking the words to say. “Someone gave me a ride. I’m fine. Coran... I’m safe. I’m heading to Canela’s café. Yes. Pick me up there. Bye” she hang up. Her face heating up. 

 Keith cleared his throat. “If you want, I can take you to your house. There is no pro—“ 

 “No” Allura interrupted. “There is no need” she forced a smile. “Are we close?” 

Keith turned left and within 10 seconds, he parked in front of their destiny. “We are here” he announced. 

 Allura looked at the coffee shop and turned her gaze again to Keith. “Thank you so much.” She took her purse. “Let me give you—“ 

 “No.” 

 “Please, at least—“ 

 “No” said with a stern tone. “I did this because I wanted to” he gave her a shy smile.

 Allura nodded, a little bit disappointed. “And about Literature class...” she began, her eyes down at her fingers. “I realized later that... I was not respecting your point of view. I’m sorry about it.” 

 -She was apologizing?- 

He absolutely did not expect that. “Is okay...” 

��A horn was heard from behind, and both turned their heads towards the sound. A black car parked behind them. Keith whistled. -That’s a car.- 

 Allura turned to him again. “That is Coran... Thank you again. Mr. Obsession” she said, smiling sweetly at him. 

 Keith found himself smiling as well. “Good bye, Allura.” 

 “See you soon, Keith.” And with that said, she closed the door.

 Keith followed her with his eyes by the wing mirror until she got inside the car and disappeared. He stared at the boxing gloves in the back seat and shook his head. He was not feeling so stressed anymore. He felt curiosity. Allura wasn’t that bad. Indeed, she was interesting and funny. He... enjoyed the time.

 Did he give her a ride because he wanted to? Well... he will never know. Something was for sure.

 He did not regret it.

[ladyknight1512]

I’ve seen this 5SOS ask meme floating around a few times and I don’t do ask memes but I do love me a questionnaire so I decided to just fill it out, not that anyone else will care.

1. When did you first find out about 5sos?

The first time I remember hearing one of their songs was in 2016, but they didn’t properly come onto my radar until early 2018. I know, I know. I was super late to the party.

2. How did you find out about them?

In February/March of 2018 they were guests on the BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show, which I listened to because I liked the host, even though I live on literally the other side of the world. I wasn’t familiar with the band at that point, beyond Want You Back, which had been on the radio pretty much every single day, and which I actually really liked. But hearing their interview made me want to look them up and find out more about them. And now I’m here, 8 months later, filling out a 50-question ask meme because apparently I have nothing better to do with my time.

3. What was the first song you heard by them?

She Looks So Perfect, in 2016.

4. Have you ever seen them live?

Yes, in Melbourne for the Meet You There tour. They were great and I would definitely see them again.

5. Have you ever met any of them?

Nope.

6. Who was your fave when you first started to like them? Are they still your fave now?

Ashton has been my fave from the beginning, and he still is now, but I like them all for their own reasons.

7. What is your favorite 5sos song?

Ghost of You.

8. What are your favorite lyrics?

I’ve got a jet black heart and there’s a hurricane underneath it – Jet Black Heart

9. What is your favorite music video?

I don’t really watch the videos much but I think Valentine is the most creative and visually interesting.

10. What is your favorite cover?

As in, song they’ve covered? No Roots, which they did in the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge. I made it my ringtone I love it so much. Their cover of Stay for Spotify is fantastic too, though.

11. What is your favorite album/EP?

Youngblood.

12. What is your favorite bromance?

Probably Cashton.

13. What is your favorite livestream/twitcam/keek/interview /etc?

The Zach Sang interview they did in early 2018 is probably the one I’ve watched the most. It’s actually what turned my vague interest into proper obsession.

14. What is your favorite hair color on Michael?

Most of the colours were before my time but I am partial to his galaxy hair.

15. What is your favorite thing each of them has tweeted?

I don’t have fave tweets, but Ashton’s twitter in general is just a place of positivity and love, and I appreciate that.

16. How many of their albums/EPs do you own?

I own all three albums and various songs from the EPs, but none of the EPs in full.

17. Do you have any 5sos merch?

OMG, yes. Too much, considering I’ve only been a fan for 8 months. I think I’ve got 5 t-shirts, plus one more coming, a long-sleeve, a hoodie, the signed Youngblood litho (which I framed), three other posters (one signed – also framed) and the book. Yes, I bought the book, even though it precedes my time in the fandom by about 4 years. There might be other bits and pieces that I’ve forgotten about, but you get the gist.

18. Do you have any 5sos posters on your walls?

Yes, four. See above.

19. When they come on in the car/store/etc, what do you do?

I’ve never heard them in stores, but when they come on the radio I always cheer and get stupidly excited.

20. Who in the band do you think you’re most like and why?

Probably Michael. He likes cats, he’s a gamer, he seems more introverted than the others – all things that I definitely relate to.

21. Who do you think you’d get along with the most? What about the least?

I think Michael is either the one I’d get along with the best or the least. We’d either be too similar in a good way or a bad way.

22. If you could ask them each one question right now, what would you ask?

I’d like to ask Luke if he thinks he was too young when he got into all this. Personally I think he was, and I think we’ve seen the consequences of that, but I’d like to hear his thoughts on it.

I’d probably ask Ashton what his favourite cocktail is.

I’d probably ask Michael something gaming related.

I’m not sure what I’d ask Calum. He’s always been the one I relate to the least, so he’s a bit of an enigma to me.

23. What was you first impression of each of them?

I thought they were all generally pretty funny, but I actually thought at first that Ashton and Michael didn’t like each other. I think I just got a string of interviews and appearances where Ashton was particularly talkative and Michael was particularly quiet, and there seemed to be a lack of eye contact between them. I’ve since watched all these interviews again and I definitely see them differently and I pick up on more of the subtext now, but I was kind of confused initially.

24. How do you feel about the blonde in Calum’s hair?

Again, before my time, but I’m pretty indifferent.

25. How do you feel about the length of Ashton’s hair?

I prefer it short and I love the curls, but whatever he’s happy with is fine with me.

26. If you were trapped on a deserted island and could only bring one member with you, who would it be and why?

Probably Ashton. He seems like he’s got a good head on his shoulders, so he could potentially do something about getting us off the island, but he also likes to have a good time, so I think he could make our time there enjoyable, even as I was growing more and more dehydrated and sunburnt.

27. If you could switch everyone’s instruments, who would play what?

I love Ashton on guitar. It just does something to me. Also, that video of him on guitar when they did Teenage Dream? That was so cute? He was bouncing all over the stage, having the time of his life.

As for the others: Luke on bass, Michael on drums and I guess that leaves Calum with the other guitar.

28. Which Don’t Stop superhero would you prefer to be rescued by and why?

They all look pretty horrendous, but I think I’d laugh the least if I was in a bind and Mike-Ro-Wave showed up.

29. What is one song you really want the band to do a cover of?

I’d love them to do a country song with Ash on vocals, but that’s the most I’ve thought about it.

30. If you had 48 hours with your fave what would you guys do?

Oh god, I don’t know. It would definitely involve Ash and an acoustic guitar. I think I’d really just like him to take me to all his favourite places in LA and hang out with him and listen to him talk. I reckon 48 hours with Ashton would be the most fun and exhausting and exhilarating 48 hours of my life, but I’d be up for it.

31. If your fave were to propose to you right now, would you say yes? How would you want him to do it?

Well, it would depend on if this proposal were just out of the blue or if we’d been in some kind of serious relationship first. If the latter, then yes, probably. As for how: I feel like Ashton is the kind of person who would either go really big, super over the top with a proposal, or be really, really low key and just kind of ask at home while you’re doing something really normal and boring. Either would be fine with me.

32. If you could rename the band, what would you name them?

Luke and the Penguins? That’s literally the first thing I thought of. I’ve never thought about this before in my life. Seriously, though, I like that they seem to have embraced ‘5SOS’ as an identity, rather than just an abbreviation. ‘5 Seconds of Summer’ feels very much of its time and feels out of place in the current music world. ‘5SOS’ feels more true to who they are now.

33. What is your favorite thing about each of them?

I love the tongue thing Luke does. You know what I’m talking about.

I love Ashton’s sense of humour and his passion.

I love how Calum thinks Ashton is the funniest person alive.

I love how excited Michael gets about really nerdy things.

34. If you could change one thing about each of them what would you change?

I’d change Calum’s smoking habit, because it’s unhealthy and I worry for him, but other than that I wouldn’t change anything. They are who they are because of the choices they’ve made, good and bad.

35. What 5 words would you use to describe each of them?

Ashton: funny, passionate, driven, focused, storyteller

Luke: rockstar, vulnerable, electric, dorky, angel

Michael: adorable, quiet, genuine, caring, sweet

Calum: underrated (musically), solid, reliable, thoughtful, dedicated

36. If you could be the lead role in any 5sos music video, existing or not, what song would it be for?

Maybe Talk Fast?

37. If you could steal one thing from each of them (clothes, hats, etc) what would you take?

Ashton’s leather jacket, Luke’s black boots, Calum’s green hoodie and Michael’s necklace (that really long one he always wears).

38. If you were sharing headphones with your fave what song would you put on first?

Worry ‘Bout Nothin’ by Keith Urban.

39. Would you rather meet 4/4 but never get to see them live or see them live but never get to meet any of them?

See them live but never meet them. I’ve only been to one of their shows, but it was amazing and so fun. Plus, if I met them they’d forget about me pretty quickly because they meet fans all the time. If I can’t be special enough to remember, I’d rather have the full experience of a show than a quick hug and photo.

40. Would you rather catch Luke’s guitar pick or Ashton’s drum stick?

I’m an Ashton girl so definitely the drum stick.

41. Would you rather never be able to sing one of their songs again or never watch any of their music videos again?

Never watch their music videos. I don’t watch them much anyway, and half the fun of loving a band is getting to sing along. Honestly, one of the moments I’ve ever felt most alive was singing along to Jet Black Heart with thousands of other people at the MYT show.

42. Would you rather be brought on stage for an entire song or meet only 2 of them in public?

Probably meet 2 of them in public? I think I’d feel super awkward being on stage for an entire song. Everyone would be staring! I wouldn’t know what to do with my hands! Plus Ash would be behind the drums on stage and, therefore, unreachable. At least in public I’ve got a chance for a hug.

43. Would you rather play video games with Michael or go on a road trip with Ashton?

That’s super hard, because I’m a gamer but Ash is my fave. Hmmm… Probably road trip with Ashton, because that’s not something I would normally do anyway, and there would be plenty of time for talking and rocking out to whatever playlist he loads up.

44. Would you rather have Calum give you a tattoo or Luke give you a haircut?

I have more faith in Calum’s tattooing skills than Luke’s haircutting skills, so let’s go with the tattoo.

45. Would you rather date your fave but have the others dislike you or be friends with all of them but not be able to date/hookup with/kiss any of them?

Be friends with all of them. Definitely. I’m not sure dating them would be much fun anyway, in reality. They’d always be gone or going away. And they just seem like the kind of people you would want to be friends with.

46. Would you rather sing a duet with Luke or write a song with Calum?

Sing with Luke. More fun. Plus I’m already getting that tattoo from Calum.

47. Would you rather go to the fair with Malum or go stargazing with Lashton?

Stargazing with Lashton.

48. Would you rather touch Calum’s butt or Ashton’s biceps?

Ashton’s biceps. I am a girl who loves a nice set of arms, and Ashton’s are very nice.

49. Would you rather get high with Michael or drunk with Calum?

Drunk with Calum, but only because I’m not into taking drugs.

50. Would you rather have Luke give you his 'You Complete Mess' shirt or have Michael give you his denim jacket?

Michael’s denim jacket.

[bunk12bear]

I learned it from the pizza man chapter 4: The Continued Adventures of Olive Bro

Okay, this is the third time I've tried to post this. I tried twice last night but Tumblr crashed both times  _______________________________________________________________

Lance was freaking out, Keith was going to pick him up in less than an hour and he still didn't know what he was going to wear on this freaking date. He rifled frantically through his closet rejecting shirt after shirt, too casual, too casual, not casual enough, why the hell did he even still own this shirt, too casual, not casual - oh, god why was this so hard?

Ten minutes later he'd managed to pair his options down to two. Option one: a dark blue button-up with the sleeves cuffed at the elbows, nice jeans and dark brown leather loafers. Option two: a dark blue Star Wars t-shirt with a blue suit jacket and pants and blue Converse high tops.

Hunk. He needed Hunk to make the final decision. He knocked on the door to Hunk's room, both outfit options folded carefully over his arms. Hunk emerged from his room and seemed to know instantly what Lance needed.

“Hunk, my buddy,  my man, my absolute favorite person in the world”

Hunk interrupted,“Lance, you don't have to butter me up to get me to choose an outfit for your date tonight. You're my best friend, of course I'm  gonna do that for you. Just show me what you got.”

Lance laid the two options down on  Hunk’s bed and stepped back to let his friend take a look and consider both outfits.

“I'd go with the button up, the last time you wore that shirt the girl in the apartment next door wouldn't stop staring at you. I also overheard her saying something about how it apparently did things to your shoulders.”

“Thanks bro!” Lance yelled while  running to his bedroom to change and throw on a last-minute face mask.

========================================================================

Keith was practically pacing a hole in the floor of the living room, much to Shiro's annoyance.

“Are you absolutely sure about this outfit?”

“Yes Keith, you look great and I would know, I picked it out.

“Do you think I should get him flowers, or would that be weird?”

“Do you think he'd like flowers?”

“Yes."

“Then buy him flowers, or do I have to pick those out too?”

“Shiro, I'm being serious.”

“Keith, relax. He clearly likes you. I mean, he did ask you to ask him out.”

“What if it's a prank?”

“It's not a prank.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“He wouldn't be keeping it up for so long if this is a prank.”

“Yes but do you know that.”

“KEITH!”

“Fine, fine, fine, whatever.” Keith took a deep breath. “'m okay, I'm fine.”

“Listen, Keith, if it somehow is a prank, witch it absolutely isn't by the way, then he's a jerk and not worth your time are your sadness, okay?” “You sound like one of those stupid inspirational text posts mom and her friends post on Facebook.”

Shiro laughed. “Hey at least you're not freaking out anymore.”

“Yeah, thanks for the pep talk. I should go now if I want to get him flowers.”

“Okay, text me when you're heading home.”

“I will”

“If you're taking your motorcycle remember a helmet!”

“Yes mom,” Keith huffed rolling his eyes

“Hey, this is a direct order from Mom. If she finds out I let you ride on that thing without a helmet she'd kill me. Slowly and painfully”

“Okay, okay I'll bring the helmet!”

“And bring the spare one for Lance.”

“Okay,” Keith replied impatiently

“I'm just worried about you. As your big brother I kind of have to be, it comes with the job”

“Goodbye Shiro."

Keith parked his bike in front of a little flower shop and walked up to the checkout counter. There was an old woman behind the register. She looked sweet, plump, vaguely grandmotherly, and was wearing a straw Hat and floral shirt. Exactly the kind of person you'd expect  to run a little flower shop. “How can I help you, dear?” “I need to buy flowers for a date.”

“Aw, who's the lucky lady.”

“Um, it's not.. it's not a lady. He's not a lady”

“Oh my mistake, terribly sorry did you have something   in mind?”

“Um, not really This is actually a first date but we've been kind of talking for a while. so  I know that his favorite color is blue, I think he mentioned licking Hydrangeas. I don't know that much about flowers”

The lady laughed. “Well then it's very good that I have a bouquet of blue Hydrangeas on hand.”

“I'll take those then.”

After the flowers were wrapped and paid for the lady smiled at him. “Good luck on your date dear.”

“Thank you.” And with that Keith's set off to Lance's house. ======================================================================== The doorbell rang and Lance shot up from the couch to answer the door.

Wow. Just wow. If Lance thought Keith was gorgeous in that ridiculous uniform he wasn't prepared for the way he looked dressed up for a date.

He was wearing a dark red button up, a leather jacket, tight fitting black jeans and black boots. “Hi Oh these, these are these are for you,” he he stuttered holding up  a bouquet of blue Hydrangeas. “I love Hydrangeas, My mom has them in her garden. Oh and they're blue, blue is my favorite color! You remembered.”

“I'm glad you like them.”

“Let me go get a vase for these. Come in and sit down on the couch while I go find one.”

When Lance finally found a vase for the bouquet - it was tucked away on one of the highest shelves, he literally needed a stool to reach it he placed it on the counter for a minute to take a look .Keith had gotten him Blue Hydrangeas. He'd actually remembered Lance talking  his favorite flowers and color. Could this guy possibly be any more amazing?. He smiled to himself before checking the time on the stove clock. 'Oh shit if we don't leave now we're going to be late!

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Lance walked away and Keith sat down  on the couch only to be greeted by a tiny girl with short brown hair and a tall dark-skinned dude who looked like he could be a linebacker, Lance's roommates, Keith presumed. It was good to finally put faces to names and voices.

The girl-Pidge, if he remembered correctly leaned closer narrowing her eyes menacingly. “Listen here, dude. Lance may be an idiot but he's our idiot and he's one of my best friends. You know the deal, if you hurt him we will destroy you.Got it?”

The big guy Hunk presumably,  nodded along, “Seriously, I usually hate violence but you don't mess with my friends.”

“Oh, okay.”

“And if you think I'm scary, he has four older siblings and like a whole bunch of cousins. You don't even want to know what they'd do after I’m done with you”

“I'm not going to hurt him, I swear!”

“I'm going to take you on your word. For now.”

“Um, th- thank you I guess.”

At that point, Lance walked back in from the kitchen with the Hydrangeas now in a vase and placed them on the side table by the couch.

“Hey so we gotta leave now if we're going to make the five o’clock movie,” Lance said and reached for Keith's hand. Together they began to walk towards the door. Keith took one last look back only to see Pidge Shot him an “I'm watching you” gesture”.

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They arrived at the movie theater on Keith's motorcycle. Yes, Keith had a motorcycle and Just when he thought Keith couldn't get any hotter. Lance had already bought the tickets so all they needed to do was present the printed out receipt to the bored looking teenage girl at the ticket booth.

She sighed and rolled her eyes but didn’t even bother to look up at them. “What movie do you want to see?”

“Moana please, we already bought our tickets, here's a receipt. They told me to give it to you so you could print out the physical tickets.”

“Okay fine whatever, just give me the receipt and…” she stopped halfway through her sentence as she finally actually looked up at Lance. She perked up instantly and immediately went to print out the ticket while looking up at Lance every couple of seconds. She grabbed the tickets and handed them to him obviously attempting to touch Lance and giggled. “Enjoy the movie, Sir, I hear it's super good,” she said dreamily while wrapping a lock of hair around her finger.

“Um...Thank you?" Lance might have been flattered by her flirting if it weren't for the fact that, one, she couldn't have been older than sixteen and two, it was incredibly obvious he was on a date.

Once she was out of your shot Keith began to laugh. “Okay what was that about?”

“Seriously, it’s soobvious I am on a date with you,’ Lance said, indicating their intertwined hands. “Let's go in before anyone else decides to hit on you.”

“Besides you, of course.” Lance winked at him.

“Oh, obviously.”

======================================================================== The movie was, as predicted, incredible. The animation was gorgeous the music was great and Keith was genuinely surprised at how much he liked Dwayne The Rock Johnson as Maui.

Lance definitely seemed to agree as he emerged from the movie theater dancing and singing an odd fragmented mix of whatever he could remember from “How Far I'll Go” and “You're Welcome”. Some people, including his teenage self, might have found it annoying but honestly, it was quite cute. Besides, any excuse to watch Lance was a good one, especially now with him all dressed up. The shirt hugged his shoulders just right and showed off his arms and his pants made his legs look a mile long.

They walked along towards the restaurant, Lance stopping his impromptu concert so they could chat about the movie.

“Can you believe Auliʻi Cravalho is only 16? Imagine being able to sing and act like that at 16!  I did theater in high school and I can think of  like four different girls who would legitimately have killed a man to get a voice like that at her age.”

Judging by his few interactions with the theater kids in high school Keith wasn't sure if that was much of an exaggeration.

“Yeah she was great. I was mostly surprised by The Rock, who knew he was so talented?”

“Actually I did know that, this girl who did hairspray with me in high school was obsessed with him, obsessed I tell you. Oh, and speaking of theater kids, did you see the SNL episode with Lin-manuel Miranda? God, he was brilliant! I swear Crucible Cast Party was taken from hidden cameras for my high school theater days.”

“Oh yeah, I saw that it was funny. I never really did any theater so I'm not sure if I got all of the jokes but it was still funny.”

They continued chatting, with Lance looking down occasionally to check the directions on his phone. The walk to the restaurant wasn't that long, 10 minutes at most - a fact that Keith was thankful for because he didn’t want to be out in the cold for longer than necessary. Three years of going to college up north and he still wasn't used to the winters.

When they got to the restaurant Lance talked to the hostess in rapid-fire Spanish, apparently, she was more comfortable with it than English. He didn't understand most of it. He hadn't bothered to take a foreign language class in high school. His father had taught him enough Korean before he died for Keith to opt out of it.

The lady seated them at an intimate table toward the back and handed them their menus.

“What do you think you're going to get?” Keith asked.

“Hunk says fajitas are incredible, I'm going to get them with chicken. He also recommends the tamales, will you share an appetizer of them with me?”

“Yeah sure, sounds great. I've never l had tamales before but they sound good. I think I'm going to get the Pollo con mole poblano.”

“Oh, good choice mole poblano is delicious.”

The waiter came by to take their order and dropped off a little round pan full of tortilla crisps. Keith hesitantly tasted one. It was warm and surprisingly flavorful, nothing like the store-bought ones. Lance grabbed one too and took a bite, his eyes lighting up. “Hunk was right, these are incredible! Maybe I should go back and ask for the recipe for him, turn up the Lancey Lance charm.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Keith.

“Really?” “I'm joking! And hey, it worked on you, didn't it?”

“That and you being incredibly handsome.”

Lance's cheeks darkened at the compliment.“Seriously though, if they wouldn't give it to Hunk they're not going to tell anyone. I swear, that boy is an angel from heaven! Always has been and I've known him since we were kids.”

“He seems like it. Your second roommate on the other hand... What's her deal?” “Pidge, she's a gremlin but we love her. She's actually two years younger than me but she's some kind of genius who went to college at like 16. We actually met at orientation. I mentioned my sexuality to some sorority sister and she made a face and told me that she didn't have time for” Lance's voice dropped to a whisper “sissy f-a-g-s.” His voice went back to normal. “Pidge came over and said: “And he doesn't have the time for dumb homophobic bitches but here we are!” Then I bought her a burger and we've been friends ever since.”

“I already met your roommates, any other friends I should know about?

“Yes! Hunk’s girlfriend Shay. She's also an angel, ooh and she's demisexual - not really relevant or anything but fun fact. Then there's Allura, she's bi like me. I used to have a huge crush on her. We actually went on a couple of dates but she was getting over a bad breakup and I was really homesick and it just didn't really work out. Don't worry though, that was a long time ago. Then there's her girlfriend Romelle who's a trans lesbian and the nicest person you'll ever meet, aside from hunk and Shay of course. They live in this really nice house because Allura is this fancy British heiress.”

“An heiress?” “Yeah, but she's like really cool and hard-working. She's getting a business degree so she can take over her father's company - well, technically her uncle's company. Her dad died a few years ago and her uncle was like his advisor or something so he took over the company in her stay until she was old enough and also took care of her. He has a weird name. Karen or Kran, something like that”

“Anyone else?”

“That's my immediate circle of friends. I mean Pidge's brother Matt visits sometimes but he graduated already so he's off doing some smart people thing, I don't know.”

“They sound great” “They are. They're also like super queer. I mean I've already told you about the others and Pidge is Aro Ace”

“And Hunk?” “ Hunk is our token straight person!”

Keith shrugged. “Every group needs one.”

“Exactly, how about you? Let's talk about your friends!”

“To be honest with you I don't actually have a lot of friends.”

“Oh well, I'm sure my friends will have no issue adopting you into the group.” “That sounds nice.” Keith hesitated for a second before continuing. “Can I can I be honest with you for a second?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

“You have to promise you're not going to think of me differently after you hear,  after what I have to say.”

“What could you possibly say that would make me think of you differently?. You don't have some like crazy stalker ex or something, right?”

“No, no. it's just... You know I'm adopted right?”

“Yeah, I already said that doesn’t make a difference.”

“The thing is, I haven't told you the full story. I wasn't adopted as a baby like most people. My dad died when I was nine and I don't know what happened to my mother. I spent a few years in foster care and I was 14 when the Shirrogaines adopted me."

Lance was quiet for a bit. “Wow, that's- wow.”

“I can leave now and pay if you're uncomfortable.”

“No, no, I'm not uncomfortable! It's just, you've been through so much. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“Thank you for reacting so positively.”

“Wait, did other people react negatively?” Lance tried to keep his voice down but failed. Why in the world would people react badly to that?

“Yeah, a lot of people don't know how to react. Some people just cut me out of their lives altogether, it's one of the reasons I don't have a lot of friends.”

“Well, forget about those people, they're jerks and not worth your time. You are handsome, smart, funny, kind and you drive a badass motorcycle. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.” “Thank you, that's actually really nice to hear.”

Lance grabbed Keith's hand “I can't pretend I understand what you've been through but I know what it's like to be judged for things out of your control. I'm an immigrant actually, we moved to the United States from Cuba when I was five, my oldest brother was going to go to college in the states and I don't remember exactly why but we relocated with him. When I went to kindergarten I didn't speak English very well because I'd only just learned it and Hunk was the only kid who bothered to talk to me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay that kindness.”

“Something tells me you already have.”

There was a loaded feeling in the air between them Keith found himself leaning in for a kiss. Before their lips made contact, however, they heard someone clear their throat.

The pair jumped apart and looked towards the sound. It was the waitress, she arrived with their food.

They ate their food while continuing to chat, Keith regaled Lance with the continued adventures of olive bro and Lance offered to feed him a bite of his meal which was far cuter than Keith would ever admit. Keith found out that Lance's full name was actually Leandro but he had chosen the nickname Lance after reading about the Middle Ages because his classmates were having trouble pronouncing his full name. Keith responded with a story about one foster kid from a group home who told him to go back to China after hearing him speak Korean and how he'd been utterly schooled by one of the older foster girls. They were so wrapped up in the conversation that they didn't notice the waitress coming over after they were done eating to clear the table, she gave a long-suffering sigh, muttered something about something about young love then walked off to fetch the bill.

Lance had paid for the movie so Keith paid for dinner and they left the restaurant hand in hand. Keith was about to get on his motorcycle and but Lance stopped him. “I had a really nice time tonight, do you think we could go on a second date after the winter break?”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds great!”

“Just so you know, there are no waitresses here to interrupt us.”

“You're being rather a cliche.”

“Shut up and kiss me mullet.”

“I don't have a-”

He didn't finish the sentence because Lance's lips were suddenly on his.

He lost track of time as they stood there kissing, he couldn't say there were fireworks or angels singing but god it was a really nice kiss. After a while, they finally pulled apart pressing their foreheads together.

Lance spoke first: “Wow.”

“I haven't been kissed like that in ages,” Keith confessed.

“Oh, who's cliche now, hmm?"

“Shut up,” Keith said and then laughed leaning in for another kiss. This kiss was shorter than the first, Lance pulling back prematurely with a shiver.

“We should probably go, I'm getting really cold.”

Keith had been too wrapped up in the kiss to notice but he was freezing too.

“Of course, I'll drive you home now.”

When they arrived back at Lance's apartment he couldn't help but notice two figures silhouetted in the window. Apparently, Lance was in for a long night.

Lance handed him the spare helmet and Keith grabbed his arm lightly pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“See you after the break.”

“Yeah, can I text you while I'm away?” “Yeah sure”

“Hey, just you wait our next date is going to be amazing, I have an entire break to plan it after all!”

“I'm looking forward to it.”

“Good,” he giggled.

Lance leaned over for one last kiss, then walked into his apartment

Keith watch him go with a smile.

Nope, definitely not a prank.

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I actually have a beta reader now thank you to Calliopestories for making my writing a lot more polished. http://calliopestories.tumblr.com/ and yes I did make that entire section about Lance's friends and their sexualties just so I could make that token straight friend joke.

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Actor Jim Sturgess, recently seen in BBC drama Hard Sun with Agyness Deyn, divides his time between Hollywood movies and songwriting. He talks to The Cork about constantly getting beaten up, the similarities between film and music, and swapping his skateboard T-shirts for a bespoke English Cut suit. As a fixture on the red carpet at Hollywood film premieres, Jim Sturgess has had to get used to being decked out by brands. “I remember the first time I got put in a suit,” the Wandsworth-born actor recalls. “I got on my bike the next day and delivered it back to them. They were like, ‘No, no, it’s yours, you can have it.’ I was like, ‘Are you joking?’” Even now, selecting from English Cut’s vast menu is a novel experience for someone accustomed to choosing from a rail of off-the-peg suits. “It’s like ordering a salad in America,” he says of the bespoke process, speaking like a man who spends extended periods of time in health-conscious Los Angeles for work. “You have a million options: do you want three buttons or two? I got quite into it. You start off thinking, ‘Oh, I don’t mind.’ Then you go, ‘Actually, let me see what pleated trousers look like … ’” After chewing it over, Sturgess settled on a rustic dark green. “I have a load of black and grey suits, so it was a chance to create something a bit different,” he explains. “It’s got a sort of tweed feel, a bit boxier than I’d typically go for … I’m sounding like a pro now, aren’t I?” His self-conscious laugh betrays that tailoring is not his, well, strong suit. “I live in Dickies trousers and a pair of white canvas shoes,” confesses the fresh-faced 39-year-old, who could comfortably pass for a twentysomething and still dresses, by his own admission, like a teenage skateboarder, even if he no longer actually skates in the park like he did when he was a teenager growing up in Surrey. “I sort of still think that I do, but I don’t,” he says. “Last year, I was messing around on my board, and I fell off and really hurt myself. Like, it hurt and hurt for a long time. You start to learn the hard way that your body’s not the same as it once was. Plus I have to go and throw myself around and get beaten up for work. You get injuries, and it makes life pretty difficult.” “You have a million options: do you want three buttons or two? I got quite into it. You start off thinking, ‘Oh, I don’t mind.’ Then you go, ‘Actually, let me see what pleated trousers look like’” Sturgess does seem to have a history of being on the receiving end of on-screen violence, from 2008 thriller Fifty Dead Men Walking, in which he played a British agent infiltrating the IRA, with Sir Ben Kingsley as his handler, to 2016 US TV series Feed the Beast, in which he played a Bronx chef with David Schwimmer as his fellow restaurateur. “I’ve got a punchable face,” Sturgess quips. “I suppose I’m attracted to stories that have an edge. Now I just assume that’s what acting is: getting beaten up.” Most recently, he was punched in the face by model-slash-actress Agyness Deyn – with a brass knuckle – for Hard Sun. (She learnt Israeli special forces fighting system Krav Maga for the role.) Written by Neil Cross, the scribe behind Idris Elba series Luther, the pre-apocalyptic BBC series stars Sturgess and Deyn as police detectives who inadvertently uncover a government-level conspiracy to conceal the inconvenient truth that the sun is going to destroy the Earth in five years. As knowledge of impending doom becomes more widespread, the fabric of society begins to unravel. At the time of writing, Sturgess has been selling Hard Sun to audiences in America. “They get bombarded with a lot of regal stuff, and they have a particular idea of what England looks like and sounds like,” he says. “It’s nice to show another side of London – a bit more contemporary.” Less like, say, 2008’s Tudor period drama The Other Boleyn Girl, where he played the brother of Natalie Portman’s Anne and Scarlett Johansson’s Mary, with Eric Bana as Henry VIII. Besides, Hard Sun is “very international”, even if it’s set in the UK: “If you live on this planet, you’re definitely involved.” Hard Sun also involved Sturgess wearing a suit every day, something he’d usually only do on special occasions. “It killed the joy,” he says. “I remember going to the Baftas, so I got out of one suit that I’d been wearing for months and put on another. Normally I’m pretty scruffy, so to put on a suit is quite a big change. It’s nice to put something on occasionally and feel a bit … You just feel different in a suit, don’t you?” Sturgess feels different whenever he gets into costume for a role. “It’s when the character comes alive, when you put on his clothes and the shoes that he wears,” he says. “It’s your identity. When you put on a different pair of shoes, you feel like a different version of yourself. So it’s really not until you put the costume on, clothes that you’ve specifically chosen to represent the character, that you understand, ‘OK, this is who he is.’” It’s surprising to hear that it all comes together at that late a stage, albeit after much planning and research. “Yeah, for sure,” insists Sturgess. “It’s always a very exciting moment, actually, when you go, ‘All right, there he is. That’s the way he’s going to look.’” One of Sturgess’s most sartorially memorable roles was the one furthest removed from any semblance of fashion: 2010’s The Way Back, inspired by the memoir of a Polish officer who claimed to have escaped from a Siberian gulag during WWII and trekked 4,000 miles across the Himalayas to British India. (A 2006 Radio 4 documentary questioned the veracity of the account, although there is evidence that someone did do the walk – just not the author.) “One of the great things that the survival expert told us was that you would never throw anything away,” remembers Sturgess. “So you wouldn’t get rid of your jacket, even in the desert – you’d cut it up and wear it as a headband.” Sturgess went straight from that to 2011’s One Day, the adaptation of the then-unavoidable David Nicholls novel with the instantly recognisable orange cover. Over the course of two decades of on-off romance with Anne Hathaway’s Emma, his character Dexter graduates from student to successful 90s TV personality. “Suddenly I���m in a tight pair of leather trousers and a giant jacket,” Sturgess laughs. “You couldn’t feel more different. And the clothes definitely navigate those feelings.” Those feelings were more combative in the case of London Fields, the adaptation of the Martin Amis novel also starring Billy Bob Thornton, Johnny Depp and Amber Heard, which has been trapped in legal limbo since 2015 after the director sued the producers for allegedly releasing their own cut (panned by the few critics who saw it). Sturgess played petty criminal and pub darts virtuoso Keith Talent, covered in tattoos and a grimy beard that made him feel “a bit tastier than I probably was”. This nearly proved disastrous when someone almost ran him over in a car: “I got really aggressive with him, and quickly realised that he was double my size.” Still, at least he’s used to being beaten up. Sturgess’ own sartorial identity was influenced by American skateboarding culture. “Certainly, when I was in my teenage years, I was very skateboard-heavy in my fashion,” he says. “And now most people look like skateboarders. It blows my mind that the standard footwear is a pair of Vans. Because when I was younger only someone who was into skateboarding would wear Vans.” He’s similarly bemused that lowly streetwear brands have ascended to the height of fashion, and that kids now queue round the block and overnight for the latest product drop at the Supreme store he used to wander into when it was just a skate shop. At the same time though, he totally gets it. “I remember my mum trying to put me into a pair of shoes that weren’t Converse All Stars,” he says. “They looked exactly the same, and they’d probably be way cooler now, but I was mortified. I was like, ‘No, they have to be Converse.’ My mum was like, ‘But they’re too expensive. These one look exactly the same – they’ve even got a star.’ And I was in tears: ‘Mum, you don’t understand. I can’t wear these to school: I’ll get crucified.’” The other major key to Sturgess’s wardrobe choices was music. He started a band when he was 15, singing and playing bongos in pubs despite being under-age. When school and the band finished, he went to the University of Salford to study media and performance, and be closer to the Manchester music scene. “There were a lot of jackets done up to the top and desert boots,” he says. “I miss that different kinds of music were so influential in the way people dressed. It was almost like a gang mentality: you’d have mods, you’d have rockers, you’d have two-tone … And now everyone looks roughly the same. But maybe that’s because I’m just hanging out with 40-year-old men. I don’t know.” Sturgess was as obsessed with films growing up as he was records. “Even at school, drama and music were the two things I was interested in,” he says. His uni course taught him scriptwriting, editing and theatre production as well as acting; he wrote and performed a one-man show called Buzzin’ that brought him to the attention of an agent, who encouraged him to move to London. Instead of kickstarting his acting career, he got into the Camden music scene and started a band called Saint Faith, taking bit parts in TV and ads to pay the rent. When they broke up, Sturgess was cast in 2007’s Across the Universe, a film musical based on Beatles songs and a perfect fit for his skill set. The common thread between music and acting is creativity and, perhaps not obviously in the latter’s case, self-expression. “It’s interesting because they’re very similar and totally opposite at the same time,” says Sturgess. “When you’re writing and playing music, it’s completely you, naked and bare; when you’re acting, you’re pretending to be somebody else. But you use your own emotions and life experiences to try and relate to the character. At the same time, people behind a microphone are playing some sort of a character. They might tell you that they’re not, but there is a level of performance that isn’t you while you’re just sitting with your mum and dad having a roast dinner.” Sturgess describes his diversion into acting as “circumstantial”; even now that he’s a star, music remains a big part of his life. “I’ve got a little studio at home, and then a lot of my friends are musicians,” he says. Over the years and the various bands, he’s amassed a vast quantity of unreleased material; he’s just now really putting his mind to doing something that might actually get out there. “I just want to finish a cohesive record that kind of has a beginning, a middle and an end,” he says. “Not just a load of scratchy demos that are all just lying around that could potentially grow into something great.” Songwriting inspiration can strike Sturgess in different ways. “Sometimes it’s just a thought,” he says. “Sometimes you’ll be messing around on the guitar and a little melody comes into your head, but you have no idea what the song’s about. Sometimes it’s lyrics: you build a song around the words first. Sometimes you can hear a drum loop, someone starts messing around with some melodies and then you just start singing on top.” Either way, it tends to be followed by a great deal more perspiration: “the grinding bit”. Sometimes Sturgess will know from the first page of a script how he’ll play a character – and sometimes not. “I’ve been offered things and I’m like, ‘I don’t know why you’re asking me to do this,’” he admits. “And that’s always quite exciting because it’s out of your comfort zone. You have to build a character, and change the way you speak and move.” For that, he accesses a database being constantly compiled. “Sometimes you’ve got a character in your head that you’d love to find a story for, and then you read something and go, ‘I could put that into this,’” he says. “Or you’ve noticed somebody on the Tube: ‘That’s interesting, the way he is.’ Then you read something and go, ‘I could use a bit of that.’” Getting noticed on the Tube is not something that Sturgess has to worry about – not even on buses with a picture of his face on the side. “Nobody’s that interested, really, so it’s very grounding,” he says. “In LA, people are very excited about movies, it’s an city built around the movie industry, and actors are kind of the commodity of that industry. So you feel a bit of treatment that you definitely don’t get when you come home.” London brings him back down to earth with a bump: “I’m very quickly getting knocked over on the Underground.” He tells an anecdote about a foreign tourist at King’s Cross who kept saying to him, “You’re a star, you’re a star.” Turned out she was looking for the Eurostar. That probably has more to do with Sturgess’s down-to-earthness than any lack of profile. Certainly, though, his flight path has brought him into the orbit of some massive stars. Like Tom Hanks, his co-star on 2012’s Cloud Atlas, who Sturgess describes as “the nicest guy you could possibly imagine” (exactly how you’d imagine him, then). “He took it on himself to organise a movie night every Sunday at his apartment in Berlin,” Sturgess says. “He’d order loads of food and put out the word to the cast and crew. And we’d all pile round there, hungover from Saturday night, to sit on his couch and watch movies.” Hanks would also talk with Sturgess about music: “He knew quite a lot about hip-hop.” Ed Harris, his co-star on The Way Back, is another. “He was one of the first actors that I worked with who I was so in awe of, and who became a friend, which was amazing,” says Sturgess. “He really took me under his wing, we bonded and we’ve stayed in touch ever since.” A surreal scene ensued in a hotel in New Orleans where the pair were working together for a second time, on 2017’s Geostorm. “We bumped into Billy Bob Thornton, who I’d just done a film with in London, in the foyer of the hotel,” says Sturgess. “We were in an elevator – a lift – and I introduced Ed Harris to Billy Bob Thornton. And I was just standing in the middle of two of the coolest dudes I know.” Sturgess doesn’t know what the future holds, beyond the release of two films that he shot after Hard Sun. The first, JT Leroy, is the strange but true story of a woman, played by Laura Dern, who writes a fictional memoir in the persona of a 15-year-old boy. When it becomes a literary sensation, she convinces the younger sister of her boyfriend, played by Kristen Stewart and Sturgess respectively, to masquerade as the non-existent male author – for six years. The second, Berlin, I Love You, is an anthology of 10 romantic stories set in the German capital and the latest in the series that began with 2006’s Paris Je T’’Aime; Dame Helen Mirren and Keira Knightley grace the ensemble cast. “It always surprises you,” Sturgess says of his fluid profession. “Which I quite like. What’s going to happen next? What sort of story am I going to be involved in telling?” Back in his normal “scruffy” clothes, he blends into the Chiltern Street foot traffic like a chameleon, just another anonymous extra in the movies of everyone else’s lives.  (credit)

[omggiogiothings]

If you're still doing prompt fills, how about 8 with Sheith? With Shiro as the angry/jealous Alpha? I love all your prompt fills, btw. Especially 7!!

Sheith

#8.) “Look at your neck. Look at the marks I left. You are mine. And solely mine.” - Shiro

Thanks for the ask!!! I’m so glad you like them ive been enjoying writing them so thanks!!! Warning! Some nsfw! I might have liked the idea of shiro in a rut oops. BUT HERE WE ARE.More under the cut.–

Keith blamed himself. Just a little bit.

He didn’t blame himself for going out with Hunk and the others because he knew how to respect himself. And Shiro wasn’t the kind of Alpha who watched and obsessed over his lifestyle. Shiro didn’t control him. It was the reason they worked so well. Keith wasnt the typical Omega and Shiro loved that.

But Keith really did try his patience. Keith wasn’t the type to needlessly cause problems. He wasn’t a hot head always wanting to butt heads with Shiro. He just got frustrated because he couldn’t figure out how to express his feelings.

Shiro loved him despite it but sometimes Keith did really stupid things when trying to communicate that wore on Shiro.

He’d slam things, hold him a little tightly and take half an hour jogs where Keith was sure he contemplated how they were going to move past it. Keith didn’t like doing that to him and he was trying really hard to fix it.

But that wasn’t the issue.

The issue was going out with an entire gang of Alphas (even if Shiro knew them it was the scent that grated on him) when Shiro was so close to his first rut in about a year.

Shiro was the epitome of patience up until he hit a rut. Keith knew it and he blamed himself for making Shiro this way (though actually, it was kind of hot. But Keith wasn’t into the thought of someone possessing him and treating him like an object. Of course, Shiro would never do that but sometimes Alphas had instincts he wanted to drag in the mud and remind Shiro that was not okay).

The second he stepped into the house he knew it was going to be a very long night. He chucked his sweater onto the couch, frowning and looking for Shiro. The Alphas scent was practically everywhere. It was aggressive and hot, with the underlining tones of worry. Shiro was worried about the fact Keith wasn’t home (even though Shiro knew Keith had to visit the others so he could finish up a job. Ruts messed with your brain. That was fine. Heats made him different too and Shiro took it in stride).

He locked the doors, mentally preparing himself before wandering upstairs. “Shiro?”

It was almost creepy. The lights were off and there was the sound of the shower running. He frowned, finding the door open to their bedroom and the bathroom. He entered the restroom, wondering if Shiro was showering. “Shiro, I’m home. Are you o-ack!”

He was pressed flat against the wall of the restroom. He struggled for a second until Shiro’s heavy scent hit him. Shiro was only pinning him, heat radiating off of him as he kissed at the side of Keith’s throat.

“You’re late.” Shiro growled, teeth nibbling into his skin. He squirmed, but was stopped when Shiro used his entire weight to keep him still.

“Sorry, I got held up-“

Shiro growled, low and possessive Keith felt his throat close up. He remembered that part of him that had warned himself an Alpha in rut meant don’t fucking piss him off.

“You smell bad.” Shiro pulled him off the wall, startling him and edging him towards the running shower. Shiro was half dressed, bangs wet and flopping on his face. Oh boy, Keith thought, there was gonna be a massive clean up job when this was done (God, did Shiro roll around in their sheets wet?? He was gonna give him hell if that was the case! He just washed the sheets damn it!).

There was some struggling with the shower curtain and Keith attempted to get some clothes off to salvage them. He kicked off his shoes and prayed it wasn’t ice cold freezing water.

Once they were situated in the tub Shiro wasted no time in biting into his neck, making him whine out in surprise. “Shiro!”

“Mine.” He hissed, aggressively rubbing up and down his side’s, bunching up the material of his jacket and shirt. The water was warm (thank god) but wet clothes made him heavier and got in the way.

Shiro went to town on him, leaving him gasping against him. Shiro was rough, one hand tight in his hair and yanking him to expose more of his neck. He gasped, refused to admit this might be a kink he could get used to.

There was a few instances of pain, making him buck into Shiro weakly. Shiro pinned him to the bottom of the shower, water rolling off of his bare chest even if he was pressed up against Keith as close as physically possible. Shiro pushed a hand between his thighs, forcing his legs apart. He groaned, gasping into the feeling. Shiro may be gone but he still knew how to press Keith’s buttons.

Keith kept his hands firmly on his shoulders, moaning around a breathless laugh when Shiro looked at their pants in confusion. “Lemme do it.” He hissed, already knowing being done up in the shower wasn’t comfortable (the water would get cold eventually and they didn’t need Shiro catching a cold). At least they were on the floor which reduced the risk of slipping and cracking their skulls open.

Pleasure started to build, even though Shiro made it as uncomfortable as possible. He’d be covered in bruises by the end of it.

He managed to untangle the wet mess of his jeans and slid the unbuttoned pants Shiro wore to his knees. Getting out of the shower was also going to suck.

“Easy Shiro.” He whispered. “Can’t put it in until I’m ready. It’ll hurt me.”

Shiro growled, low and possessive against his throat as he edged his thighs wider apart. Shiro rocked into him, seeming to understand but still holding close attention to Keith’s inner thighs.

There was another bite. Making him cry out and hiss even when Shiro let out a pleased rumble.

“I hate when you do this.” Shiro grumbled. “Let them wash you in their scent. You don’t smell like me. You let them make you theirs.”

“Never.” He gasped, wrapping his arms Shiro’s neck. “I’d never let them.”

Shiro silenced him with a pinch to his neck and Keith laid his neck out in submission. It ached already and Keith knew he wouldn’t be able to hide any of it.

But then Shiro said, “Look at your neck. Look at the marks I left. You are mine. And solely mine.”

And Keith knew he was gone. “My Alpha.” He moaned and Shiro pulled back to crush their lips together. He held Keith possesively, hiding his body from the world around them.

Shiro would later appologize for acting that way (both of them caught a cold from the shower sex). But Keith would catch him looking at his neck at the markings that would fade. It was no secret Shiro would leave a hickey, always replacing it before it healed completely.

Shiro didn’t get mad easily, but jealous? Turns out Shiro was jealous whenever Keith smelled of literally anyone else.

Keith couldn’t have loved someone more.

[storm-driver]

story time kids, gather round

This started in ancient 2016, specifically in October. You can probably guess why already.

2016 year, I was a sophomore in high school (yes i’m that smol uwu). Impressionable lil’ child with too many advanced courses for me to take on. I was slowly losing my shit in the whole mess of courses I was taking. when i ran into a keith cosplayer at school

yes, i actually RAN into him. i was booking my way to class cause oh shit i had my headphones on and couldn’t hear the bell going off and i was too caught up in my homework to check the time. anyways, i ran straight into him, we toppled over on the ground and i ended up with his bag in my arms and his face in the pavement 

before i crashed into his chest, i saw his costume with the red jacket and the black mullet and even some impressive purple contacts. for a second, i was thinking “whoa this guy is super cute” and my next thought was “doH FUCK AH OWOOWOWOW”

anyway, i helped him off the ground, complimented his hair, then ran to class cause the late bell had already rung 

that whole class period, i was rubbing my face cause i scratched it on the floor and thinking about that guy. you’d think this would turn into an “i just met the love of my life by crashing into him” moment but it wasn’t that. i was wondering what the fuck he was wearing and wHY (i remembered later that it was halloween week, storm you frickin noob)

i never found that kid again, but i searched the internet for “kid in red jacket with black mullet” for months until i finally gave up 

and then my friend posted a picture of shiro in our group chat and i just started asking questions

who the heck is he and why did you send that

why does he look like danny phantom

what is WRONG with his face

wtf is that hair?????

WHAT IS HE WEARING?????

anyway, after that conversation, my friend told me “oh that’s from voltron, that show on netflix” and i sorta brushed it off cause meh i didn’t really like meka stuff all that much but then i remembered the kid i ran into

and i asked “hey does that show have a kid with a red jacket and a black mullet” and she went “uh yeah, how’d you know”

and then i went straight to netflix and watched the first 20 minutes of the first episode, quickly lost interest and put the show down for another 2 months

i didn’t even look at the show or any of it’s content for that whole duration, it sorta just disappeared from my memory. and then the group chat just lit up one night with the phrase “SEASON 3 TRAILER OMG I THINK SHIRO DIED” 

so me being my lonely self, i felt left out of the discussion and i went back and binge watched up to episode 7 of the first season

i put it on hold again because finals got in the way and i was honestly really sad about that? i was starting to enjoy it. 

then i came back to it with my friend, and we watched all the way up to the season 2 finale, to which this hilarious chain of phrases occurred

“wait, what? that’s it?”

“well season 3 is coming out in august”

“but that’s it? we don’t?? where’s shiro?” 

“oh, we don’t know where he went”

“WHAT???? NO, WHERE IS HE. I WANT SHIRO. WHERE THE HECK DID THEY PUT HIM”

and then i started my shiro obsessive phase (which is ongoing) and fell into this pit of despair