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i-rove-rock-n-roll · 5 years

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28 questions tag

Sweet! I’m feeling pretty crappy (thanks to a stupid virus going around) and all I’m getting from my brain is like that really annoying screechy sound when you boot up a dial up computer. Anyway, since I apparently won’t be getting anything done today (writing/drawing/etc) Answering stuff is the way I’m going!

@thecadmiuminkwell Thanks for the tag! ☮💙

1. How tall are you?

5′2 (I’m shorter than you, caddie. Actually, no caddie sounds dumb @thecadmiuminkwell)

2. What color and style is your hair?

brown and bleh. Like some days it likes to do a soft curl and then other times it likes to play dead. I need to get a trim.

3. What color are your eyes?

hazel/ green/gray. idk man. I can’t see em.

4. Do you wear glasses?

yup. and contacts with them cause I make bats look like they got 20/20 vision.

5. Do you wear braces?

Nope. Did once. It sucked.

6. What is your fashion style?

like the past 4-5 decades threw up. I have clothes from 70′s-today. I am not hip, or fashionable, or up with the times though.

7. Full name?

Ain’t getting me that easily internet (sorry, curious peeps) but if you want a name, you can call me A. (thinking about that being my pen name initial).

8. When were you born?

Does anyone actually still chart their birth down to the dot? No, but I actually love the weather in the summer, which is when I was born. marginally less cool that I share a birthday with Napoleon Bonaparte, the less cool of two dorky Napoleons (the other one’s last name is Dynamite in case you missed the reference)

9. Where are you from and where do you live now?

Illinois and Illinois. I’ve moved towns a lot, but Never states.

10. What school do you go to?

Also starts with an A. mascot is a dude dressed as a viking. a bit less cool than it sounds. (I’m a tired third year college student, i can nitpick on little things. Really, how hard is it to dress someone like an actual viking, and not in a stuffy costume that scares no one? Sports should be like the old days, striking fear into people’s hearts when the enter the court...ahem...er..nevermind)

11. What kind of student are you?

Usually start off bright eyed and bushy tailed, then loose any desire to work halfway through the term. I still do the homework, but it’s clear to everyone I’m dead inside.

12. Do you like school?

Yeah. For the most part. Keeps me busy, and I hate being inactive, brainwise.

13. What are your favorite school subjects?

Religion and Spanish. Because that’s pretty much all I’ve lived the past idk how any months I can’t think of anything else *sobs*

14. Favorite tv shows?

I don’t watch a load of tv. I have Netflix, and though I don’t even watch that a lot, the last few things I’ve watched and enjoyed was Nailed It, Nailed it Mexico, and the Curious Creations of Christine McConnell. I do have some tv shows on dvd that I like, like Golden Girls ( i grew up on their sass), the Good Guys (goofy cop show with tom hank’s son) and one I bought a while ago but havent sat down to watch (though I saw them all in middle school, waiting for it to come on so I could watch it) was Avatar the Last Airbender (the movie that doesn’t exist broke 12 yr old me’s heart). Though lately I’ve been on a nostalgia kick with Scooby-Doo

15. Favorite Movies?

UHHHHHHH...... Clue is pretty dang funny (Tim Curry dude), I’m blanking... I saw Bohemian Rhapsody in theaters and my mind was slightly blown. I really like Dracula from 1921? 22? Bela Lugosi at any rate. Old monster movies just have that aesthetic.

16. Favorite books?

There’s no click all option, is there? No, but idk. I mean, I have a lot of books I like, but I don’t really know if I have a favorite.

17. Favorite pastime?

Eating. I like cooking and baking, but I tend to get banned from the kitchen because I’m messy (my food isn’t bad, I just get flour and sugar and sauce everywhere)

18. Do you have any regrets?

Currently, not spring cleaning when I should have. Five years ago. I’ve got too much stuff lol.

19. Dream job?

I answered hermit in my last answer thing. I stand by that.

20. Would you like to get married someday?

Meh. Like @thecadmiuminkwell said, for cake. Can I just skip to the cake? Actually, I’ll just buy myself a cake. Weddings are too much work.

21. Would you like to have kids someday?

I’m not averse, but I can’t see myself having kids myself, so I’d probably adopt when I’m a lot older than I am now (though I’d probably adopt teens). Some of my friends are already planning on having kids and I’m like, !!! I need to make sure I can survive irl, never mind a kid.

22. How many?

Not something I can quantify when I don’t plan on doing it within the next ten years.

23. Do you like shopping?

I like to, but every time I do I feel bad for buying stuff I don’t need, even if its stuff I like, cause responsibility be like that.

24. What countries have you visited?

I’ve only visited the one I’ve lived in. And not much of it.

25. What’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

I can’t remember the scariest one I’ve ever had, but I did have one where a Marilyn Monroe look alike shot me as a kid. Wasn’t scary, just stuck with me.

26. Do you have any enemies?

Probably. Good on them if they put in the effort into actively disliking me (except my 7th grade english teacher. Picking on kids is unwarranted)

27. Do you have an s/o?

Nope.

28. Do you believe in miracles?

I like the idea, but no. Not to my own knowledge anyway. Maybe my brain’s hiding stuff from me.

Ok, so hopefully this didn’t get too weird/rambly. I’m all foggy from cold meds

If anyone wants to feel free. If not *shrugs*

@pheita @quoth-the-ravens @alwolfesblog @writingwordsanddrawingpictures @marewriteblr

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sp4c3-0ddity · 6 years

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Smack, Kiss, Fall in Love - Epilogue

bet you thought you saw the last of me and @hailqiqi!!

for real though, sorry about the little subterfuge and claiming Part Eighteen was the last. we decided to do an epilogue ahead of that, but by the time Hail posted the last part I was already dragging my feet so it was still a little up in the air (and totally my fault). that being said, Hail’s the one who really lied although i’m definitely complicit. anyway everyone’s read and reblogged this has been awesome and we’re blown away by how well-received it all was, so thank you <3

same story here: full disclosure that we broke the rules and Hail saw this before posting. but enough rambling from me!!

it ends where it began and begins again

Word count: ~1900

Previous Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18

A lifetime of avoiding mirrors - of trying too hard not to care about the reflection that stared back at her - brought Pidge up short the morning after they arrived on Earth.

Her breath caught in her throat, the sight of her own face different than she remembered ever seeing in this bathroom.

Absurdly she thought her mother might’ve installed a hologram, something to distort the image and show off the best look, but her mother was nothing if not practical.

(Sometimes a bit too practical in Pidge’s opinion.)

Pidge touched the corner of her mouth, right where the center of her spiraling soulmark lay - or used to.

“Huh,” she said, tracing the nonexistent swirls that haunted her for much of her life before erupting with color. “It’s already gone.”

Perhaps she knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that one day she would wake up to find it gone after months of fading - after years of building a relationship with the one that splattered her face and her life with green and blue and every shade between.

She never suspected it would happen so soon, and now that she spotted no trace of it - almost as if it never was - she bit her lip.

A sharp knock on the door jolted Pidge from her thoughts, and impatience that wasn’t hers stabbed her. “You almost done in there, Pidge?”

A smile pushed at her lips as she retorted, “What’s wrong, Lance? You forget a step from your beauty routine?”

Lance snorted. “No, I just want to make sure we’re not late to the ceremony.”

Pidge turned her back to the mirror - to her unfamiliar reflection - and opened the door. She stared up at Lance - at her soulmate and boyfriend - and asked, “Does Commander Iverson still scare you?”

Red filled his cheeks, and he avoided her gaze as he replied, “Not at all, Pidge.”

She smirked and pointed out, “I can tell you’re lying. And don’t worry”--she took his hand and interlaced their fingers--”I’ll protect you from his wrath.” When Lance met her eyes, she turned his hand over and traced a spiral on his palm that was no longer there. “I’d be happy to return the favor.”

***

“Wait, Pidge!”

Pidge paused before she slipped on her helmet, turning to face Lance as he sprinted towards her in...full armor. “What’re you doing here?” she wondered. “I’m about to leave--”

“I’m coming with you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise - though, from the steely resolve and gut-wrenching worry coming off him in waves, she shouldn’t have been. “What?”

“You’ll need backup.” Lance rested his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowing. “I get that you want to move quickly and as sneakily as possible so we don’t have to bring my Lion, but--”

“No.”

“--you should have someone watching your back and--”

“Lance,” Pidge interrupted, and when he blinked, startled, she insisted, “I’m doing this alone.”

“Why?” he demanded, his arms gesturing wide. “You don’t have to!”

“I do,” she said. She put on her helmet and turned towards her Lion. “This is my mission, not yours.”

“Oh, you’re still on that?” Lance crossed his arms, scowling as hurt and anger permeated their bond and struck Pidge in the chest. “I’m your soulmate!”

“For quiznak’s sake, Lance,” Pidge snapped, “this has nothing to do with that!”

“Then what?”

“I’m searching for my brother!” she said, her limbs trembling. “This is too personal to share, especially if you’re needed here!”

“But--”

“This has nothing to do with you, Lance!” Pidge hissed. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her heart pounding with unspent ire, but Lance’s feelings — almost too complicated to untangle — mingled with them.

It was messy sometimes, even with someone whose very emotions you could sense.

Especially with someone whose emotions you could sense.

Pidge couldn’t always tell where hers ended and Lance’s began — it hadn’t been long since they’d opened themselves up to each other — but she knew that sense of resignation wasn’t hers.

She reached out to him, to touch his arm or hand, but he stepped away. “Lance--”

“Why are you still here?” Lance said, his gaze stony. “Your personal mission’s waiting for you.” He spun on his heel and left her without so much as a goodbye.

Without so much as a kiss.

Pidge boarded the Green Lion with a heavy heart, shared between two.

***

“It’s not Hunk?”

Pidge rolled her eyes at her father, but her hands over the computer keyboard didn’t falter. “It’s not,” she confirmed.

“Someone you left on Earth?”

Pidge swallowed, worrying her lip between her teeth. She should’ve expected this - her father’s nosiness coupled with the desire to catch up on all the time spent apart - but her chest tightened every time someone mentioned Lance, even if not by name.

They hadn’t spoken more than “necessary” since she had left to find Matt. Even when she had tried to apologize afterward — when she wanted nothing more than his arms wrapped tightly around her — he’d refused to look at her and snidely told her he didn’t wish to intrude on her personal time.

How could someone so close to her hurt her so much?

(How could she hurt him?)

“It’s not this...Keith that Shiro’s mentioned before, is it?”

Her hands froze, and she finally turned in her chair to face her father. “It’s not Keith either.” She sighed, wringing the hem of her sweater and staring at her feet as they scuffed against the floor. “Lance is my soulmate.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Pidge smiled, his incredulity making something inside her soften, reminding her of the good old quintants when she was just as confused and heartsick as she was now. “You don’t have to be so surprised about it, Dad.”

“But he’s so…”

“Not a nerd?”

“Goofy.”

A laugh burst from her, and she promised, “I’ll tell him you said that.”

***

The energy from the quintessence field lingered within Pidge, hastening both heartbeat and limbs, and once she knew Shiro would survive her relief drove her to launch herself at the person closest to her.

It just so happened to be Lance.

Her arms snaked around his neck while his immediately fit snugly around her waist, tugging her against him, his face buried in her neck. She breathed in shaky gasps and half-sobs, overwhelmed by adrenaline and emotions, by grief and glee and all that lay between.

Lance’s feelings flooded the bond, compounding her own, and when she dared to tilt her head back and look him in the eye, she could no longer stand the yawning gap separating them.

Pidge kissed him, her hands slipping into his hair and pulling his head down to her level. She tried to pour everything — an apology, a confession, a reassurance that none of this was his fault — into it, every word that ever stuck in her throat.

Lance cupped her face, answering her kiss with one of his own until they drew apart to breathe.

“I’m sorry,” Pidge blurted. “I sh-shouldn’t have said that - you’re my family too, you’ve been with me this whole time and I love you and I should’ve told you that sooner. I—” She cut herself off when she noticed Lance smiling, his face as red as hers must’ve been. “What’re you laughing about?” she wondered, suspicious.

“Just...why are we like this, Pidge?” Lance asked. “Why does it take a universe-destroying battle for this?”

“This one would’ve destroyed more realities than our own, Lance,” Pidge corrected on reflex, but when he shot her an unimpressed glance, she grinned sheepishly and said, “I don’t know, but we can work on it on the way back to Earth.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Lance said before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Pidge smiled, her chest warming while some of the tension in her eased. “By the way, do you want to know what my dad thought of you?”

“Y-you told him about me?”

“Yeah.” Pidge rested her palm against his cheek. “He thinks you’re a goofball too.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you too, Pidge.”

She giggled. “I know.”

***

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Pidge wondered after the ceremony — and after enough international dignitaries to fill the old United Nations headquarters had shaken her hand and congratulated her on saving the universe.

“Tell you what?” With the hand not holding tight to hers, Lance waved at someone behind her.

“That my mark is gone.” Pidge touched her chin, her eyes wide, for without a mirror she hardly dared believe it.

Lance glanced down, a slight frown twisting his lips. “I thought you would’ve noticed yourself,” he admitted, shrugging. “And you never were as bothered by it as other people.”

“That’s...true,” Pidge conceded with a wry smile.

“Besides,” Lance said, tugging her around to face him, “this just means I have to find some other way to make sure everyone knows you’re taken.”

Pidge raised an eyebrow at him, not a little annoyed by his choice of words. “Oh, yeah?” She snorted and, at the sight of his face draining of color, added, “Choose your next words carefully, Lance.”

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, and said, “Not really where I envisioned doing this, but okay.”

“Doing—” Pidge’s jaw dropped as Lance knelt on one knee in front of her. “W-what’re you doing?” she demanded.

“Good thing I thought to bring this,” Lance said, ignoring her question and reaching into his jacket pocket. He grinned at her — undoubtedly enjoying the heat spreading over her cheeks — and pulled out a tiny box that sat in the palm of his hand — the same hand once decorated with a soulmark.

“Katie—”

“Marry me,” said Pidge.

“Wait, hold on—”

Pidge joined him on her knees, taking his hands — the box cupped between them — and leaning towards him so that his breath warmed her face. “Marry me, Lance,” she repeated as her heart skipped a beat.

Well, at least she knew he wouldn’t refuse.

Lance’s shoulders slumped. “You couldn’t even let me finish the question?”

Pidge laughed and shook her head.

“Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes. But he kissed her softly on the lips and said, “I’ll marry you, but only if you wear the ring.”

She smiled, her chest light. “As long as it’s pretty.”

“Very,” Lance said, letting go of her hands to flip the box open. “Your brother helped me pick it out.”

Pidge offered her left hand, Lance gently taking it and sliding a ring onto her finger.

She felt along it, the tip of her thumb skimming over a ridged wave pattern, the metal colored a dark green and engraved with a pattern of wires.

It was simple rather than ostentatious, but elegant.

Pidge loved it.

“Do you recognize the pattern?” Lance asked, his eyebrows high while his anxiety tinged their bond.

Pidge frowned, looking a little closer at the engraving...only to realize the wire-like curves were blue.

“My soulmark.”

“Well, as close as I could get with a ring,” Lance said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “D-do you—”

“Yes.”

“For quiznak’s sake, at least let me finish one question!”

Pidge laughed and flung her arms around his neck. “I love it,” she reassured him, pressing her lips to his until his scowl softened. “And I love you.”

(She didn’t remember their audience until they all burst into applause.)

The End (really)

#smack kiss fall in love #plance #pidgance #lidge #flirtyrobot #oof sorry it took a while though #before last night i only had a vague idea of what i wanted to be #then last night it all came together :)#next we post it on ao3 but we still have to talk about that lol #voltron #hailqiqi #reem writes fic

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