#this is a summary of pineapple-ness

[almondfish3042]

heartstrings (vol. 2)

What is your heart made of?

String, perhaps.

Yes, my heart is made of string.

Braided and scattered, frayed at the ends and knotted back together with hands wrinkled or smooth.

Cut with sharp, dull scissors and dyed with paints of all colours.

(With Life, and Time, and vivid Memory)

Nibbled at with anxious teeth; fiddled with by idle fingers.

Worn on thin, sun-brown wrists and in natty hair that refuses to be brushed.

(Strung into Hope, and Love, and slowly-fading Grief)

Carefully (almost-not-quite artfully) arranged. Perpetually-shifting pieces of morbid artwork –

Look, look; here’s a breath, a beat, an ounce of blood, sixty more seconds of Life.

Entangled, every other day. Turbulent thought-strings tied together, trapped, trembling –

Waiting to be smoothed out and rearranged, or thrown unceremoniously out the window.

Sometimes stretched to snapping point; winding around a lung, stifling, constricting

On the days I feel like falling apart, too much everything and not enough me –

Other times hanging loose, curling around intertwined arteries and draping across my ribcage

In the midnights I lie awake, alone, dreaming; counting sheep and stars and hours.

Crafting dreams and wishes and what-ifs and what-could-have-beens with string. (with heart)

Patterns emerge; tessellations and constellations; unfurling blossoms and iridescent dragonflies;

Snowflakes drifting in Midsummer, turtles swimming among the clouds,

To be tucked away; neatly, haphazardly; or given away, carefully, carelessly –

Strings to be kept, locked secretly in a box in the attic, until their colours are but a faint memory

Or until, twice-upon-an-eternity after, they are somehow intertwined with others, and others’.

To be woven into a tapestry, to be more than the sum of its insignificant parts.

To belong; to be free – to be separate and drifting; to be linked together – inescapably, inevitably.

I fashion a friendship bracelet to offer, to give, to yield. I hand over my heart like it’s worth the same

As the faded crimson thread the dusty old shop ‘round the corner always has on sale.

I reach for starry rivers unravelling before my eyes, grasp at the spiderweb-thin threads

That connect me to the world and its inhabitants, to those I want too badly to keep.

I twist them into a noose, suffocating and freeing and fraying, unfurling at the seams.

Unwind them, strung-together spools and solitary strands; bloodied shreds and tear-stained snarls.

A rope necklace that burns and chafes and reminds me that I am here, alive, grateful; despite and

Because of the bruises, scars, sorrows – faded imperfections, the imprints left behind by Life and living.

A wayward kite’s only link to the Earth, I tether myself to the ground with string –

(With you, with all the ones I have ever had the fortune and misfortune of loving);

Braid a rope-ladder reaching far, far into the clouds, that azure skyscape sprinkled with starlight –

(Daydreams, nightmares, sky-bound castles quietly woven in the hazy glowing gold of evening.)

They are strings, the chains that bind my heart –

(The tell-tale tug that ebbs and flows in time with its beats;

The growing-pains that never quite fade)

And build it, weave it, into what it is, what it yearns to be –

(What it dreams of, what it fears; what it mourns and celebrates;

All the brief years and eternal moments lost and found and to-be-discovered.)

Yes, my heart is made of string.

And so I ask.

What is your heart made of?

[godlygreta]

angel | s. kiszka

title | angel

summary | he looked like an angel, but who’s to say that’s the truth?

warnings | 18+ only please. this is pure smut

word count | 1.4k

author’s note | two fics in one day?? who am i?? i wrote this so fast, i had to get it out yep yep yep. horny for sam forever and always

An angel.

You were convinced he was an angel. He sure as hell wasn’t human. He was otherworldly. The way he walked, talked, smiled - everything about him was so… enticing. You couldn’t help but watch him, everything he did.

The smile on his face was enough to convince anyone to do anything. All he had to do was ask and you’d be on your knees in a heartbeat. You’d be on your knees, doing anything he wanted you to do. Your mouth wrapped around him was the first thing that popped into your head. Watching the way his face moved as you sucked him off, taking the rest of him in your hand. You hoped his moans would sound as pretty and angelic as he looked.

You imagined his dick was huge. You came to the conclusion because of everything about him. His hands, the way he held himself, his stature, the lanky-ness of him. Everything. You swore, crossing your heart, his dick was big. You just knew it deep inside of you.

The drink he held in his hand, you stared at his fingers, looking as the veins in his hand protruded, drawing attention to his hands. You imagined his long, slender fingers roaming around your body, them inside your mouth before dipping into the lace panties you had worn to the party.

You could almost picture it in your mind, looking down at him as he kneels before you, mouth pressing kisses against your thighs, regaining his place on his feet. He would tap his middle and ring fingers on your lips, opening them up in compliance. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, eyes never breaking contact with his. You let go of his fingers, eyes still trained on his as his fingers drag up and down your slit, inserting them inside of you. You moan, enjoying the feeling of his fingers inside of you, his other hand scratching at your thighs.

His mouth replaces his fingers, one of your hands that helped you stabilize yourself winds up in his hair, pulling on his chocolate brown locks. His tongue works wonders against your clit, licking through your folds. His eyes look back up into yours, humming into your pussy. The vibration was intoxicating, your hips rutting against his face. “Mhm, you taste so sweet. Could eat you out all day.”

You didn’t mean to stare as long as you did, him catching your eyes more than once. He finally walks over to you, your body straightened as he finally stepped in front of you. He looked you up and down, smirking as he noticed your cheeks flushed. “Did you want to say something, or were you too busy eye-fucking me?”

“I- What?” You asked, completely taken aback.

“Are you going to continue to eye-fuck me or are you gonna do something about it?” The cockiness in his voice normally would’ve turned you away, made the illusion disappear. There was something about him though. His cockiness excited you.

You grabbed his cheeks and brought his lips to yours. The ring on his pinky was cool against your skin, his hand at your ribcage, pulling you closer. His lips were soft against your own, tongue intoxicating as it dragged over your bottom lip and licked into your mouth. He tasted like pineapple juice and vodka, and a hint of marijuana as well.

He pulled you behind him as he dragged you to the closest bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he put you on top of the sink, grabbing your thighs to hitch them over his hips. His lips attached to your neck, feeling your pulse beneath his lips. His hands began to undo the button on your shorts, peeling them down your legs as he looked at you. You raised your hips, wiggling them at him. “Might as well take these off too while you’re down there.”

“Then you might as well take your top off while I’m taking these off.”

“You have to take your shirt off too.” He smirked at you, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off of his body.

Holy fuck.

An angel was right.

His body was carved, every inch of it. You swore he was a statue that came to life. His features were so beautiful from top to bottom, he didn’t even have to take off his shorts, you knew he was just as pretty there as he was all over. You pulled him back to you as soon as you removed your top. Thank God you weren’t wearing a bra today.

He pulled back, slipping his fingers inside his mouth before reaching between the two of you. Just as you imagined, his fingers swirled around your clit, swiping through your folds before slipping his fingers inside of you. You moaned, your mouth connecting with his once again. He pulled away again, leaning his forehead against yours. You let out a squeak as he removes his fingers, stimulating your clit. He pulls his hand away, putting them in his mouth. “Hm,” he removed his fingers from his mouth. “Wanna taste yourself?”

You nod, his lips on yours once more as you taste yourself in his mouth. You pull away, wrapping an arm around his waist. You whine, attempting to rub your hips against his. “You didn’t finish. Need you.”

“So damn impatient. Condom or no?” You shook your head, grabbing his dick with your hand, guiding him through your folds. He let out a low moan, hands tighten around your hips. You line him up, pulling him into you with your hand. You let out a moan as soon as he’s completely inside of you.

Your hunch was correct. His dick was, in fact, big.

He fucked you with such a force, the angelic notion you had in your mind was fucked away. If he was any angel at all, he would be Lucifer himself. Temptations dripped from every moan that fell from his lips, the slapping of your skin together created a symphony of sins. Your hand held his hair tight, by the fist. One of his hands held him steady against the mirror, the other held your waist with a firm grip. You moaned in time with the rhythm of his hips, “So.. pretty..”

“You feel so good around me, baby. Feel so good on my dick. You wanna come on my dick, honey?” He asked, to which you replied with a deep moan that came from your stomach. You nodded your head, needing something a little extra to help you along.

As if he read your mind, the hand that was holding him up snaked between the two of you and began to rub circles around your clit. Between his dick and his hand, you were close to coming undone for him. Your fingernails dug into his back, traveling down, leaving red marks in their wake. Curse words left your mouth like a chant, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“C’mon princess, cum for me. Come all over my dick. Wanna feel that pretty pussy clench around me, please, fuck.” His hips snapped faster against you, breathing becoming uneven and ragged.

“Fuck me,” you breathed out, orgasming, pussy tightening around his dick. You threw your head back, his face instantly coming to settle in the crook of your neck. Your neck vibrated with every moan he let out, every curse word he let slide as the rhythm of his hips fell out, changing pace.

When he came? His face? The sounds he made? That was sinful. The sounds would forever be on repeat in your brain, replaying over and over at inconvenient times. His hips still and he filled himself up with you, staying in you for a moment to catch his breath.

“Name’s Sam by the way.” He spoke, finally pulling himself out of you. He grabbed a small towel from the drawer, cleaning himself off before handing it over to you.

“Sam.” You said to yourself, taking your clothing from his hands. “Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Y/N.”

“This was fun. I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He winked at you, closing the door behind him as he walked out. You giggled to yourself, pulling your shorts back up your legs. You left the bathroom after attempting to fix your hair.

He may have looked like an angel, but he sure fucked like the Devil.

[flowerfan2]

Group Texts Are Ridiculous (Or, Five-0 Starts a Group Text)

Somehow I managed to post Chapter 2 on A03 a few days ago without posting on tumblr... I’m not sure how many people actually depend on tumblr for fic these days, but in case you do, here you go!

McDanno, T, A03

Summary:  After 10x22 when Steve leaves Oahu to go find himself, Five-0 starts a group text to keep in touch while Steve’s away.  Picks up after the end of Season 10. 

Chapter 2

May 20, 2020

SM:  Hey, where’s Danny?

LG:  With Tani, I think, heading to a crime scene on the north shore.  Sure glad to have him back.  Otherwise it would have been me getting up at the ass crack of dawn when Duke called.

SM:  Does Danny seem ready?

LG:  Ready to come back to work?  Sure.  Shirts are crisp, slacks nicely pressed, hair sprayed firmly in place.  Your boy looks great.

SM:  Ribs not hurting him anymore?

LG:  Maybe a little, but it’s not slowing him down much.

SM:  He hasn’t been answering my texts.

LG:  Did you do something to piss him off?

SM:  Probably.  I usually do. Not sure what this time, though.

TR:  Don’t stress, boss. Danny’s right here, looking sharp as always.  we’re in the car.

SM:  Tani, what have I said about no driving and texting?

TR:  I’m not - Danny’s driving.

SM:  Can I talk to him?  Put it on speaker.

TR:  That would require you to actually call him.  Maybe give it a few minutes though?  We’re a little busy right now.

SM:  What, he can’t drive and talk on the phone at the same time?

TR:  It’s the dodging of bullets that might make that challenging.  Not that Danny isn’t a great multi-tasker, but it seems like an unnecessary risk.

 SM:  Tani, what the hell is going on?

 LG:  Damn.  On my way.

 SM:  Tani, report, now.

 JR:  What just happened?

 SM:  Junior, why aren’t you with Danny?  And where’s Quinn?

 JR:  Day off, sorry sir.

 SM:  Someone call HPD, why don’t you have any back up?

 TR:  No worries, the perp’s not chasing us anymore.  His car flipped over and sort of slid down the dunes. Probably not good for the birds. But he definitely stopped shooting, so it’s all good.

 <i>DW has changed the name of the group text to</i> <b>My Camaro has another bullet hole and it’s Steve’s fault</b>

  <b>May 21, 2020 </b>

 SM:  We have to talk about yesterday.

 DW:  Everything’s fine, Steve.  

 SM:  It didn’t sound like it.  

 DW:  We had it under control.

 SM:  Why was Tani texting when people were shooting at you?  She should have been covering you, or calling for back up. She should have seen it coming. You should never have been in that position in the first place.

 DW:  One, Tani did nothing wrong, and two, mind your own beeswax.

 SM:  Mind my own – what’s that supposed to mean?

 DW:  Think about it for a minute, you’ll figure it out.

 SM:  Are you even recovered enough for active duty?

 DW:  Oh, now you’re interested in my health?

 SM:  Danny, Five-0 is still my team, my responsibility.

 DW:  Is it, now?  Funny, because I’m pretty sure the governor told me I’m in charge.

 SM:  Temporarily.

 DW:  Indefinitely.  Or have you booked a flight home that you haven’t told us about?

 SM:  Danny, we’ve been over this.

 DW:  Don’t I know it.

 SM:  I’m just concerned about all of you.  

 DW:  Great.  Come home and take your job back.  Otherwise keep your mouth shut.

 SM:  I’m not criticizing, it’s just that it doesn’t seem like yesterday went exactly according to plan.

 DW:  According to plan?  Since when have you ever done anything according to plan?  You are the head of not having a plan, the Czar of plan-less-ness, the President of who needs a fucking plan.

 LG:  You guys do remember this is a group text, right?

  <b>June 2, 2020</b>

 JR:  Do any of you know what was in the package Danny got today?

 TR:  You could just ask him.

 JR:  I would, but he opened it up and then locked himself in his office and he’s been on the phone for half an hour.

 QL:  Might be a sign that he wants some privacy.

 TR:  You think?

 JR:  So I shouldn’t ask him?

 TR:  No, you should definitely ask him.  But maybe bring him some malasadas when you barge into his office, it might soften the blow.

 LG:  Or distract him enough that he doesn’t hit your head when he throws something at you.

 DW:  It’s kind of late for malasadas, but I’d love a sandwich from Machete’s.  Turkey and salami, Italian dressing instead of mayo.

 JR:  Yes sir.

 LG:  You’re enjoying this boss thing, aren’t you, Danny?

 DW:  It’s good to be king.  At least where lunch is concerned.

 TR:  So are you going to tell us what was in the package?

 DW:  Will you do my paperwork for the week?

 TR:  Yesterday you said I was worse at paperwork than Steve.

 DW:  Good point.  Will you get Junior to do my paperwork?

 JR:  Hey, wait a minute, I’m getting the sandwiches.

 TR:  Deal.  Don’t worry Junes, I’ll make it worth your while.

 LG:  TMI, children.

 …

 LG:  Tani, spill.  What was in the package?

 DW:  A stuffed squirrel.  A stuffed animal.  Not, like, a once was alive squirrel, like a toy.  

 QL:  Who sent it to him?

 TR:  Apparently that piece of information wasn’t part of the deal.  

 JR:  It’s from Steve.

 TR:  Danny told you?

 JR:  No, I looked at the return address.  He put the package in the recycle bin in the break room.

 DW:  At least someone here has some detective skills.

 LG:  Okay, I’ll bite.  Danny, why did Steve send you a squirrel?  Is it for Charlie?

 DW:  Nope, it’s mine.  And anyone who touches it is dead.

 JR:  So… who’s gonna grab it?

 LG:  Junior, I’d think twice.  Danny’s got the power to assign you to walking the beat for the rest of the summer.  I think that squirrel looks great right there where it is on Danny’s desk.

 TR:  He can be our honorary Five-0 mascot.

 DW:  Exactly.  The very first Hawaiian squirrel.

 DW:  But let me reiterate, you may not touch him.  If I see a tiny aloha shirt or a lei on my squirrel, heads will roll.

 TR:  I like this side of you, Danny.  Very authoritative.

 DW:  The children do not respect me, Lou.

 LG:  Didn’t the governor say he needed extra security at that concert Saturday night?

 DW:  The heavy metal battle of the bands?  The one that lasts for five hours, and features not just professional bands, but appearances from some of the most popular amateur head-banging groups around?  Hm, I think he did.  I was going to check with HPD to make sure it was covered.  Do you think they need personal attention from Five-0?

 TR:  Danny, you might notice that a note has just been slipped under your door. It’s from me and Junior, attesting to our sincere understanding that the squirrel is off limits.  Just in case you were wondering.

 DW:  And all is right with the world again.

 LG:  Amen, brother.

 TR:  But just out of curiosity, what are you going to name your apology squirrel?  Pineapple?

 DW:  Thin ice, my friend, thin ice.

 <i>TR has changed the name of the group text to</i> <b>First Hawaiian Squirrel Fan Club</b>

  <b>June 20, 2020</b>

  JR:  Anyone want to come over and watch Jurassic Park with me and Charlie?  We went a little overboard with the snacks.

 LG:  What kind of snacks?

 JR:  Primarily pretzels.  For some reason I had never really looked that closely at the pretzel aisle at Foodland before.  We got chocolate covered pretzels, pretzels stuffed with peanut butter, honey garlic pretzels, and probably some others too.

 TR:  What brought on this pretzel craving?

 JR:  Actually Charlie wanted pineapple pretzels.

 LG:  There is no such thing.

 JR:  That’s what I thought too, but it turns out I was totally wrong. The ABC store on my block has them.

 LG:  You are shitting me.

 JR:  They’re called Pretz.  Pineapple flavor.  They’re actually pretty good.

 LG:  Okay, I’m coming over just to taste those.  Renee’s out tonight anyway.

 TR:  You’ll have to save me some.  I’m hanging with Koa tonight.

 LG:  And what does our fearless leader think about pineapple pretzels?

 JR:  He probably won’t like them, but he’s not home.  

 TR:  Babysitting, Junes?

 JR:  Charlie’s my pal, he’s not a baby.  But yeah.

 TR:  Where’s Danny?

 JR:  On a date.

 TR:  That seems unlikely.

 JR:  That’s kind of harsh, isn’t it?  Danny’s a good looking guy.

 TR:  Of course he is, that’s not what I meant.

 DW:  Thanks.

 TR:  Fuck I keep forgetting we’re all on this text.

 JR:  Danny, how’s your date going?

 DW:  It would probably be going better if I wasn’t texting you guys.  

 SM:  Learned that lesson finally, did you?

 DW:  Steve, isn’t it a little late where you are?

 SM:  Never too late to help out a friend.  Are you wearing the French blue button-down?

 DW:  No, it got ruined.  I’m just wearing a black polo.

 SM:  Too bad, that’s a great shirt.

 DW:  I’m going to the mall tomorrow, there’s a sale at Lord & Taylor, I need new shirts.  For some reason mine keep getting blood stains on them.

 SM:  Wish I could go with you, you do better with a wingman.

 DW:  It’s true, you talked me into buying two of those slim fit dark blue ones, and those are some of my favorites.

 SM:  Don’t be afraid to try darker shades, Danny.  You resist it but in the end you look great.

 DW:  I did like the dark gray one you made me try on.  But not the purple one.  It made me look like a gigolo.  Anyway blue’s still my favorite.

 SM:  It’s true, nothing makes your eyes sparkle like a blue shirt.

 DW:  And good company, of course.

 LG:  I feel like this thread has been hijacked by aliens.  

 TR:  Aliens who like menswear.  Danny, isn’t your date annoyed that you’re spending all this time texting?

 DW:  Oh, she left.  I’ll be home soon, I’m just picking up some ice cream for the Jurassic Park marathon.

 JR:  I’m so confused.

 SM:  Don’t overthink it.  But make sure Danny tries the pineapple pretzels.

[lovelyparkers]

piña colada lip gloss

pairing: platonic peter x fem reader warnings: umm adorable-ness summary: idk how to summarize this, but highly based off a scene from icarly because it be like that sometimes

there you stood glancing into your small portable mirror stuck to the interior of your locker, tubes of coconut and pineapple lip gloss in hand. you were bored and decided to experiment. coconut? bland. you've tasted that plenty of times. pineapple? tasty but almost too acidic. yet the two tubes reminded you of your favorite frozen drink. piña coladas, virgin of course, you were in high school and wanted to stay away from alcohol.

you smirked and opened the tube of coconut lip gloss and gracefully applied it to your top lip. you proceeded to do the same with the pineapple, but on your bottom lip. after putting away the tubes of lip gloss, you starting to rub your top and bottom lip together to recreate that amazing piña colada flavour.

while doing so, your best friend peter made his way over to you, with a dorky grin on his face. as he stopped at your locker he looked around in confusion.

"uh," he chuckled, "are you having some kind of lip seizure?"

you rolled your eyes, "no, i'm trying to blend coconut lip gloss and pineapple lip gloss to create a piña colada flavour."

you continued to rub your lips together as peter awkwardly stared at you.

"i realize this isn't very attractive," you said and turned away from peter.

peter quickly walked back in front of you saying, "actually, it kind of is. so, uh does it taste like piña colada?"

"you wanna find out?" you said.

"yes," peter said hopefully.

you took your hand and rubbed the lip gloss off and proceeded to rub it onto peter's lips forcefully. he whined.

"well?"

"you bent my teeth!" peter complained while attempting to rub the remaining lip gloss off.

"hey!" ned had walked over to you two.

"hey ned," you said.

"so after school do you guys want-"

the school bell cut off ned.

"gotta go to class, see you guys at lunch!" and off you went.

peter and ned walked together to their class. before the pair walked into chemistry, ned stopped peter and sniffed the air.

"peter, is that piña colada i smell?" ned asked.

peter sighed and whispered, "damn it y/n."

———————

so that's my first one shot! hope y'all enjoyed it. this was based off a scene between carly and freddie on icarly lol. for anyone who watched the show, did you ship creddie or seddie? i am a creddie shipper and always have been oops.

[nnatasha]

all these years-part 3

part one. part two.

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: fake dating au where you and tom pretend to be in love for a wedding, but along the way develop feelings

a/n: the hugest thank you to @tominhoodies who kind of read this and edited it for me!!!! without you id be in a pit of hell I love you :))

You were woken up by an excited scream and a petite body launching itself on top of you. Your dreams had been pleasant, filled with bowls of chicken chow mien and goofy laughter that made you happy upon waking. You were even more happier were you when a certain eccentric asian shoved her face in yours.

Amanda had changed a lot since the last time you had seen her, and she now sported a deep tan and light blue hair, a stark contrast to the punk phase the she'd been having the last time you had been together .

"You're dating my brother?!" Amanda screamed at you and you could the unmistakeable snort of Jasmien in the background, who had to stay over the previous night due to a certain visitor her roommate had had round.

It was true, what Amanda had announced; you were indeed 'dating' her brother. The meeting - it was not a date- had gone swimmingly, and Tom had proceeded to immediately post about it to let the world, or his 2756 followers, know that you two were in love. Well, that you two seemed to be in love.  Jasmien had been thrilled at the news that you two were 'dating', less thrilled that you were going to a dress fitting the day you were supposed to give her library discounts on books, but was incredibly willing to agree to join you.

Tom was, surprisingly, much calmer than when the two of you were teenagers, and had been quite brief but kind In what fake dating would entail.

"I'll post about you now, and after the wedding, and you'll have to come to Amanda's farm for the week before she gets married." Tom had said. 

"I have work." You'd said. "I can call in sick but I won't be able to pay my rent." 

As you had learnt, Tom was the CEO of an agency company, specialising in actors that commonly starred in action and superhero movies, so he said he could cover this. He'd explained that he had always wanted to be Spiderman , and had even auditioned, not getting the part, which went to Robert Pattinson. "Fitting that he gets to be in most major franchises." Tom joked. "Next thing you know, he'll be Batman."

The two of you had laughed, you mainly because Robert had indeed been cast as Batman the previous week and Tom had obviously not discovered this yet. He had laughed his ass off when you had told him, pulling up an article on your phone that reported the news. You had found his obliviousness embarrassingly cute and were pretty sure that your cheeks hurt now because of the amount of smiling you did the previous day.

Currently, Amanda was still straddling your waist, looking at you expectantly. "How the hell do you know where I live?" You wondered aloud, blushing.

Rolling her eyes, Amanda clambered off you, going to stand over by Jasmien, you was avoiding your gaze. "Jasmien texted me last night. We're practically besties now!" Amanda explained excitedly, flinging an arm over Jasmien's shoulders, who bent down ever so slightly to allow the short girl easier access.

You smiled ever so slightly, saying, "I may be dating your brother, yes."

Amanda's squeal pierced through the air and she ran over and tackled you into a bear hug. "We're going to be sisters!" She whispered animatedly.

You widened your eyes and stammered, "Um, maybe not just yet ha-ha."

"So you don't love Tom."

"That is not what I said at al-"

"I'm kidding." Amanda laughed at her dumb joke, kissing me on the cheek. She had always been a loud, affectionate person, caring for people even back when she was punk and being a bitch to everyone, so this didn’t faze you at all.

Jasmien spoke up now, timid, "Can we get some food? I'm starving."

Immediately, Amanda bounded past her and out of the room, beckoning for us to follow. Amanda hadn't even been in your apartment for half an hour, probably, and was already overtaking every aspect of your life. You weren't complaining because, even though you definitely weren't the person you were in secondary school, you still very much liked when people took lead and you followed them. It was no surprise how you gravitated toward Jasmien, a loud, controlling girl from Nigeria who introduced you to so many new experiences and people.  It had been the same for Amanda who was almost exactly like Jasmien, just less sarcastic and much, much more energetic.

As you traipsed into your kitchen, you weren't the least bit surprised to see Amanda's rummaging through your fridge, finally pulling a bowl of chopped up pineapple, which you'd been craving in copious amounts lately.

"So how did you two get together?" Amanda asked, referring to you and Tom. 

Luckily, you and Tom had also come up with this story yesterday. The two of you had met at a bar a few months ago and, after endless amounts of flirty, had fallen into bed together, being completely shocked when you woke up the next morning and seen each other in the bright lights. "It was awkward." You had supplied yesterday. "We didn’t want to acknowledge it ever again, but we ran into each other again in an, er-"

"Coffee shop?" Tom said, to which you nodded before he continued, "We reconnected and started dating a few weeks back."

"And we haven't told anyone because we were still testing the waters a little bit."

As you explained this all to Amanda, who supplied aws and oohs at all the right moments, you kept on glancing to Jasmien, who was switching between smirking at you and staring at Amanda softly, who was oblivious to the aura of uncomfortable ness both you and Jasmien had.

Once you finished explaining how you and Tom had 'met and fallen in love', Amanda sighed deeply and plopped her head into her palm. "That is the cutest thing ever." She said. "I met Liam on a bloody farm, how rubbish does that sound?"

"I met your brother at a nightclub and had a one night stand with him, how rubbish does that sound?" You countered, shooting a look at Jasmien, who looked to be on the verge of laughter.

Flailing her hands around, Amanda abruptly  stood up. The flowy dress she was wearing swished as she whipped her phone out and called someone. 

"Hello?" A familiar groggy voice could be heard through the phone.  

"Meet me, y/n and Jasmien at your girlfriend's apartment." Amanda ordered cheerfully. A shot of panic shot through at the thought that Tom didn't know where you lived, but you quickly remembered that he had dropped you off home the previous day. 

A groan filled the room before Tom said, "Amanda, it's 7 o clock."

Amanda raised an eyebrow, rolled her eyes, and haughtily said, "Unless you two strictly have sex at yours, I find it highly unlikely that you've never been here before this time, Tom."

Your face flushed crimson and you could hear the unmistakeable snickers of Jasmien the only thing you could hear as Tom went silent. 

You were no stranger of sex talk, nor was Amanda. The two of you were inseparable as teens, and had talked about everything with each other. Everything. So you knew how Amanda treated sex, how blaze and open she was with the subject of it.  Despite this, you were still extremely embarrassed at her words.

"Amanda!" You hissed, making grabby hands at her phone, which she reluctantly passed over. "Hey….babe?" You squeaked out at Tom.

"Y/n!" you heard him say, "How are you?"

"Stop being a prude, Thomas!" Amanda snapped. "Tell her you love her."

You laughed, your mind going back to middle school and the awkwardness of relationships back then.

Tom let out a staticky sigh, before complying, "I love you."

Amanda gasped, pressing her hands to her cheeks before immediately dropping them and sating, "Ok, cuteness over! Please come over now."

Tom readily agreed, and a smile crept onto your face at the thought of him coming round.

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[anchoredtether]

Title: A Cappella

Author/Artist: AnchoredTether

Rating: T [mild swearing, graphic depictions of violence]

Pairings: Plance [Lance x Pidge]

Series: Harmonious Conjunction

Chapter: 2/?

Summary: After discovering a secret (or not so secret?) talent of Lance’s, Pidge finds herself realizing how little she actually knows about her longtime obnoxiously flirty teammate. She thought she had Lance figured out, but the more she learns the more she realizes the complexity of the Blue Paladin’s personality. It turns out her curiosity just might be the death of her.

Timeline: Takes place after the end of season 5

CHAPTER 02 ][ A CAPPELLA

Pidge made a mental note to look into her hacked Garrison files still on her laptop and find Lance's file, delve into his test scores or something to find out the hidden whatever it was that piqued her interest in the Blue Paladin. The team went on a mission the next morning to free citizens from Galra forces, so Pidge didn't exactly have time to work on her "research." Between shooting warships and forming Voltron and fighting Galra soldiers, it wasn't until a few days later that the crew found some much needed peace and quiet after an exhausting battle.

"This juice is incredible, Hunk! What's it made of?" Lance slurped his straw obnoxiously as he finished his seventh serving of the stuff. They were all lounging in the common room, enjoying some refreshments Hunk whipped up from the planet they were currently occupying.

"You don't wanna know." Hunk replied ominously.

"Ew, please don't tell me this is made of intestinal juices or something." Keith made a face at the cup in his hand.

"Gross Keith! Why would your mind go there first, of all places??" Pidge stuck out her tongue as if the juice she was just drinking was, in fact, made up of intestinal juices.

"Ohmygosh guys, it's not from something that bad!!" Hunk cried. "Give me some credit!!"

Lance had turned a few shades paler. "So...." His eyes slowly moved to glare inquisitively at his friend. "What iiiiiis it made of??" When Hunk didn't answer, Lance stuck out his neck. "I GOTTA KNOW MAN! I DRANK SEVEN CUPS OF THIS STUFF!"

Hunk sighed. "It's from a plant similar to a coffee bean, one of the natives showed me how to make it."

"Okay, so it's like coffee, I can handle that. Tastes more like pineapple orange juice though, which is weird."

"But the 'beans' used to brew it come from... from..."

"FROM WHERE?!?"

"....from the regurgitations of a creature that looks like a field mouse."

"SO WE'RE EATING MOUSE VOMIT JUICE!?!" Keith looked ready to snap, but the whole crew looked equally disgusted or abhorrent.

"But...it's delicious mouse vomit juice." Hunk protested.

"It's perfectly safe, Paladins." Allura assured them, the only one aside from Coran who seemed unphased by this information. "Food preparation can come in all kinds of strange forms. This juice that Hunk learned to create is actually incredibly nutritious and will no doubt help you all replenish after a hard battle!"

"Allura's right, ya know." Coran butted in, taking a pitcher of the stuff to refill his own cup, then went around filling everyone else's cups despite their looks of disgust and horror. "Besides, there are plenty of weirder drinks you Earthlings are accustomed to, such as the deliciously disturbing drink produced from Kaltenecker."

"Oh don't remind me of that." Allura said softly as if she were reminded of a nightmare.

"What!? I thought you two loved milkshakes. You drank em faster than Lance." Hunk said.

"Ehhhh, yeah." Lance took a sip of his refilled mouse vomit juice before continuing. "I showed them how one 'acquires' milkshakes and they were... horrified."

Pidge still frowned at the drink she held in her hand. "That's perfectly normal on Earth. We get milk from cows, goats, camels, yaks... all mammals get milk from their mothers as infants. I'm surprised you Alteans are weirded out by such a... natural concept. Or do you guys not... breastfeed...?" She only realized how awkward the question was after she said it.

Lance interrupted the awkward silence with his obnoxious slurping.

"How are you still drinking this stuff?" Keith asked, impressed but disgusted.

He shrugged. "It tastes good. You can't let the psychological-ness of it get to you. Let your taste buds decide if you want it."

"That is something Lance would say." Shiro finally spoke. Although his expression was hesitant, he drank the juice as well.

"That is something Lance would say." Keith echoed in agreement.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Lance didn't quite sound offended, but moreso confused.

"Well, I'm sorry about the uhh... 'psychological-ness' of this, as Lance puts it." Hunk apologized. "I'll try to make something less... you know what, I just won't tell you guys what's in my recipes anymore."

Pidge sighed. "That's probably for the best."

In the end, it was mostly Lance, Hunk, Allura, and Coran who drank the juice. Shiro seemed to like it the more he drank, but Pidge downed her glass like it was medicine (complete with disgusted noises) while Keith gave his cup to Lance. They slowly trickled off from the common room one by one, heading to get ready for bed after a long day of fighting.

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Pidge retired to her room, ready to take off her Paladin armor and plop down on her bed, but she decided instead to take a well-needed shower. She was normally a morning shower person, but her shoulders were sore and she figured the hot water would help her relax to get an even better sleep. She gathered her towel and pajamas and headed towards the bathrooms. As she approached, she heard something that sounded vaguely familiar, something that reminded her of Earth.

It was music, no, singing, faintly coming from the bathroom door. When the door slid open with a whirring sound and she stepped into the steamy room, she could hear it with greater clarity. She recognized the song, but she couldn't put a name on the artist who originally sang it. Pidge had more of a taste for techno and movie soundtracks, so the more popular songs were less familiar to her. She was drawn further into the communal bathroom, lingering just past the edge where the mens side began. She was mesmerized by the voice, the words beautiful and passionate.

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype Save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, But here they come again to jack my style That's alright I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering just who I, who I, who I ammm Oh, who am I? Mhmm... Mhmm...

Pidge's honey brown eyes widened as she realized who was singing. It was Lance. Since when could Lance sing? How had she not known? But now that she thought about it, she had never heard him sing. Usually individuals who had a voice like that were constantly singing, whether along with their headphones, with the radio, or a cappella at random spurts. It seemed incredibly contradictory - Lance, the one who was always batting his eyes at women and sliding smooth pick up lines, didn't ever use his siren-like singing ability to woo the ladies. Why would he hide such a talent? Lance wasn't exactly one to be bashful. He continued, and Pidge couldn't help but sit down on the cool tile floor and listen intently as he sang the chorus even louder.

Well, some nights I wish that this all would end 'Cause I could use some friends for a change. And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights I always win, I always win...

She couldn't help the small giggle when he started singing overlapping parts of the song, although he did it amazingly well for a one-man-choir. She was about to head towards the girls' side to shower when he ended the song, but as she was in the middle of getting up onto her feet he started singing another song with hardly any pause to catch his breath. This song had a much different feel than the last, but Lance still sang it with all his heart.

I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway… You don't know me, And I’ll never be what you want me to be.

And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man.. You can't take me and throw me away. And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own. They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.

Pidge was standing now, her towel and clothes held tight to her chest, her eyes staring vacantly at the floor as his words struck something deep inside her. She knew this song. She loved this song. It reminded her of home, of Earth, of her family, and it brought tears to her eyes. She could hear the music in between the words Lance sung. As the song enveloped her core, she felt how the words applied so strongly to the boy who sang them, the boy she was starting to finally better understand.

And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can the world want me to change? They’re the ones that stay the same. They don’t know me, 'Cause I’m not here.

And you see the things they never see All you wanted, I could be Now you know me, and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me As long as I know who I am

When she felt the tears spill over her lashes and fall upon her towel did she blink rapidly, snapped out of her trance. His words weren't just notes to be sung. She could tell this was a favorite song of his and the words resonated with him and who he was. In a sense, hearing him sing I'm Still Here felt more personal than something akin to reading his diary. Pidge contemplated leaving the bathroom and going back to her bed so he wouldn't know anyone heard him, but she couldn't find it in her feet to leave the bathroom. She wanted to continue listening, not only because it made her bittersweetly nostalgic for Earth but because it was a side of Lance she never knew... a side she was starting to admire, if only in secret.

Finally she made her way towards the girls' showers, albeit slowly. She hesitated to turn on the water because that meant it would be harder to hear Lance's voice, but eventually she shook her head and willed herself to take her shower. Lance unknowingly serenaded her and she found herself standing under the stream of hot water completely lost in thought. In time she heard the shower water stop on the opposite side of the bathroom and the Blue Paladin's voice ceased its beautiful chorus. For a moment Pidge panicked, realizing that he would know that either she or Allura had heard him, and shut off her water. It was a desperate attempt to hide the fact she was there, and Lance would never be a hundred percent certain unless he dared to walk over to the girls side and see Pidge's feet beneath the curtain. There was a long, terrifyingly anxious pause of silence where she tried her best to hold her breath. To her relief, she heard the door to the bathroom open and close and let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

She didn't know what to think of the whole encounter.

And for Pidge, not knowing what to think was a first.