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teslatricity · 7 years

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Shallura 12, 17, or 20

things you said that I wish you hadn’t

Warning: some (vaguely worded, implied) sexual content at the end. Under a cut it goes!

Note: also somewhat implied pre-Klance I guess??? they hold hands for longer than you’d expect in the situation. I thought about angst but I’m in a good mood, so!

“Paladins,” Allurasaid over the comm, and instantly Lance’s ears perked up. More than usual, anyway – Allura soundedannoyed, almost angry. That couldn’t be good. “Thecommand ship dead ahead is the one Prince Lotor is on with the druids. If you can destroy it, you’ll cut off thehead of the Galra Empire.”

“Jeez, what’s with her?” he said, making sure this time thatthe channel was closed to the castle. Hedid not want a repeat of what had happenedat that battle above Ultero. “Did sheeat some bad food goo or something, because she really doesn’t have to—“

“Cut your chatter,Lance, and get in position.” Shirowas snappy too. Double not good. “That ship is heavily guarded, we’re going inhot.”

“Okay, okay. Headingto position. What’s with you two?”

“Mind your ownquiznaking business, Lance!”

That wasn’t likeShiro. Maybe it wasn’t the smartestthing to do, but Lance opened a private comm channel to Keith as they madetheir approach toward Lotor’s command ship. If anyone knew what was going on in their fearless leader’s mind, itwould be him, much as Lance hated notknowing the hot goss on his own.

“Keith, it’s Lance,” he said, throttling up. Blue roared, though he could feel the threadof her amusement at his current preoccupation. “Do you know what’s eatingShiro?”

Keith sounded almost as annoyed, but he was fighting back asmirk as he responded to Lance’s comm. “It’s not a what, you idiot.”

“Hey, look, just because I’m not his brother or whatever—“ Lancegrit his teeth, firing Blue’s laser as drone fighters attacked them, oh yeah, another flawless shot from LanceThe Man— “Doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to know. If it’s not a what, then—“

Keith snickered, and Lance watched the Red lion perform aperfect loop around one of the pylons reaching out into space from Lotor’scommand ship, blasting its base. Thepylon—holding several weapons emplacements—broke free and floated away in afiery blaze. When he wasn’t beinginsufferable at Lance, Keith was apretty good pilot, he guessed.

“Shiro’s upset becauseof a who,” Keith said, and closedthe comm channel.

After that they had no time to talk; Lotor ended up gettingaway, but they had made a sizeable dent in his fleet and had done some seriousdamage to his flagship, and Lance figured the guy’d be licking his wounds for awhile. All the time they needed to keepadding more allies to their ever-growing Voltron Alliance fleet. Still, his thoughts turned back to how crankytheir leaders were, and who might bethe source of it.

The post-mission debrief was even more interesting. UsuallyShiro and Allura stood side by side at the head of the table, going over whatthey’d done well and what could have been improved and strategy for the future,but today Shiro sat as far away from her as he could, arms crossed as he staredat the action replays that spun out above the table. Coran would occasionally look between them,sigh, and roll his eyes, but he didn’t say anything, Shiro wasn’t talking, and every time Allura looked at Shiro sheseemed to get even more tense and angry.

When they finished, Allura put down her tablet and looked atthem. Her brow creased more deeply whenher eyes fell on Shiro.

“I think that’s us finished,” she said. “Unless someonehas something else they want to say?”

Lance could see Shiro’s hands clench, and sat forward, fullyintending to demand an explanation. Keith kicked him under the table, nudged his tablet with his hand. He’d tapped out a message on the screen: LEAVEIT ALONE LANCE

Lance made a face and tapped a message back: U GONNAMAKE ME

IF I HAVE TO!

“Are you certain?”Allura was saying. She wasn’t speakingto them anymore though, she was looking right at Shiro and her eyes werenarrowed. “Are you absolutely certain there are no more ill-timed ideas you want to admit?”

“Allura,” Coran murmured warningly, but Lance knew thatlook, and knew Allura wouldn’t be swayed from whatever she was going to do.

Finally Shiro stirred. “I’ve said all I’m going to say, Princess.”

“Is that reallywhat you’re going to go with, Shiro, because you certainly couldn’t keep yourmouth shut this morning—“

“Okay!” Coranstood abruptly. “Paladins! Let’s go! I’m going to make lunch and Hunk will help and we are all going to walkaway from this table and—“

“I don’t think you wantto hear me say more.”

“I didn’t want to hear it in the first place, but no, youdidn’t want to listen, you said it anywayand now—“

“Now what,Allura? You have to confront how youfeel? Then I apologize for being honestwhen you can’t even admit it to yourself.”

Shiro was standing, a look on his face that Lance had neverseen before. It was hurt, it was raw, itwas—

“Come on, Lance,”Keith muttered in his ear right before grabbing his elbow and hauling him outof the room along with the others. Lancetwisted, looking back. Shiro andAllura were both red in the face,glaring at each other, the air crackling with tension as the door shut behindhim and Keith. As soon as it did, hecould hear muffled shouting. The wordsweren’t audible, but the tenor was.

“Okay,” he said, standing in a circle looking at everyonewith equally uncomfortable expressions on their faces. “What.”

Keith looked at Coran. “Should we tell him?”

Coran made a motion back toward the door with his head. Shouting was still coming from behindit. “I think it’ll come out one way oranother, yes? Might as well.”

“Shiro and Allura… well. He loves her.”

“He what.”

Lance had never really thought he had a chance with Allura,not really, but he’d also thoughtthat her relationship with Shiro was completely professional and princesslikeand not fraught with romantic tension as it apparently was. Keith and Pidge were now both giving him the pitying look, so Lance turned to Hunk andspread his hands.

“Did you knowabout this?”

Hunk made a face. “Idid walk in on them standing reallyclose together once in the kitchen, but…”

“He’s got it bad,”Pidge said gleefully. “She’s not much better.”

“And this morning he told her he loved her, because he wasn’tsure how the mission was going to go and ever since he’s gotten back from—you know,what happened to him after that fight with Zarkon—he’s… he didn’t want to missthe opportunity,” Keith finished. “Butit backfired, because Allura—“

“She’s been afraid of losing him again,” Coran added. “But she’s got a lot on her shoulders, and itwas bad timing, that’s all.”

“Really bad,”Keith agreed. “So she yelled at himabout it. He spent the morning beatingme up and down the training deck.”

“Were you letting him win, or—“

A crash sounded from inside the room, and they alljumped. “They’re really fighting now, guys,” Hunk said. “Should we—“

Lance realized he hadn’t heard raised voices for a while now,but luckily when Hunk went to put his hand on the door lock, Coran grabbed itwith a strangled noise.

“I don’t think they’re fighting anymore,” he said. He sounded very stiff. Lance caught his meaning (finally), and felthis face go red.

“I just remembered I wanted to kick Keith’s butt again attarget practice,” he said loudly, grabbing Keith’s hand and hauling him bodilydown the corridor. Away from the door. “I’mgoing to leave the area and never return to any seat in that room.”

“They’re probably not on the seats, moron,” Keith muttered as Lance dragged him away. Behind them, they heard Coran make a faintnoise of distress and then Hunk and Pidge yelling as they were moved out of thearea too. Keith seemed to remember,halfway to the training room, that they were holding hands. He pulled his back.

“So you think you’re gonna beat me, huh?” Lance grinned.

“I know I will. Whoever’s got the highest score when they’re done scoring wins?”

“You’re on.

#shallura #meme replies #iamjoemom #IM SORRY THIS PROBABLY ISNT WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND

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whomstress · 7 years

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Anti-gravity au

Re-do of previous anti gravity au fic because I realised the was the first draft oops... sorry this is for @iamjoemom

Rated:K+

Pairing:Dipifica

Words:478

Summery: An anti-gravity ending scene in “Double Dipper” Wendy is staying hidden from Pacifica after her clones pulled a prank on her car and Dipper’s their to be a sweet and dorky boyfriend to cool her off.

Pacifica was fuming as she leaned up against the wall eyeing around for a sight of messy red hair. She’d known the girl had been with her not so hidden crush on her boyfriend but, Corduroy messed with her car, and even she knew to hide from her at the moment. No way was Pacifica Northwest threatened by some 12-year-old with a crush stealing her boyfriend, but she didn’t exactly like it either.

Speaking of her boyfriend Pacifica watched her's clumsy make his way towards her with a couple of drinks. She tried to give him a glare to showing her upset but when he offered her, her drink with ¼ of it actually left from him spilling all over the place trying to get to her, she could only roll her eyes and laugh.

“Oh, look who decided to finally see me. I thought you were busy with your fangirl. It did seem like she was all over the place toniht.” Pacifica said dryly looking around him to see if she was going to pop up like his little shadow as she often does.

Dipper chuckled awkwardly, blushing, “Yeah, she told me you tried chase her down when you saw her at her car screaming some very… creative things.”

“Yeah, well maybe if she have vandalized my car I wouldn’t have to! Plus she made me hit my head chasing her I swear I saw two of her!” Pacifica grumbled, rubbing her head gently.

Dipper tugged her chin lightly giving her a kiss on the forehead. “That help at all?”

“No,” Pacifica said with a pout, “but I think know somethings that can help me feel better.”

She pressed her warm lips against his. Dipper letting out a hum of approval, he pulled her closer to melting into the kiss. They went on until a tongue traced Dipper’s bottom lip and he separated the kiss.

Dipper brushed a lock behind her ear, “You know I want to keep this going more than anyone princess, but I’m pretty sure if Grunckle Stan is somewhere around here, and I’m good on another video of ‘Birds and Bees with Your Great Nephew’.”

Pacifica cringed not remotely wanting to know what was on those videos that his Grunckle probably stole at a garage sale and finally had use for them.

“We can dance though! The nights still young!” Dipper said trying to cheer her up with what she would assume were dance moves but only because he’d just offered. “Dipper- no that’s not how you hahaha- oh God you’re gonna haha hurt yourself!” Pacifica said between laughs.

“You’re lucky you’re cute Pines,” Pacifica said wiping away a small tear from laughing with a bright smile spread across her face. He stared in the girls crystal blue eyes and wide smile for a moment before replying with a smirk, “Yeah… really lucky.”

#mia writes #iamjoemom #re-write #anti-gravity au #dipper pines #dippica #pacifica northwest #dipifica

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yourlordandsaviorcheesus · 5 years

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@iamjoemom Surprise! I'm your secret santa!!!! Sorry i'm a bit late. Had to add some extra details c:

Bakugo went out of his way to learn about astronomy and space just to impress Uraraka (◡‿◡✿)

#kacchakosecretsanta18 #kss18 #my art #c:#i didnt know which to upload o:#so i went with both lol #thats capricorn btwww #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #bnha #mha #bakuraka

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sailorleo · 9 years

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You're Gravity Falls art is so amazing! I was wondering if you have a specific reason you draw older!dipper with his hair back? Is it a headcanon of yours? Because I looovvveee it.

that’s not older dipper, its part of an au i made! he has a different relationship with his birthmark and wears it proudly instead of hiding it

#iamjoemom

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fabulousanima · 9 years

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You're writting is amazing. Like I get home after work and I just want to relax with a good fic, you're the one of the fic writers im hoping that posts. I love you and you're writting. Like wtf where are all your notes!?!?!

This is another incredibly late response, but I’ve had this sitting in my inbox for a long time and it really makes me happy every time I read it. It means so much to hear this, and I can’t thank you enough for sharing ;^; thank you thank you thank you

#fabulous asks #iamjoemom

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likcoln-blog · 9 years

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Literally eats people...

Hannibal

describe a fictional character very badly in my inbox

#replies #iamjoemom

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jason-graceful · 9 years

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I love your blog! Can you do some Percabeth PDA (Perferably at Camp) I love you!!!

yes. yes i can. i think about this a lot. like, wayyy more than i should. this is pretty mundane, and totally unedited, but i hope you like it anyways. i’m thinking like immediately post BoO for this one?

They’re fairly cautious about PDA. Honestly, ever since Clarisse first threw them in the lake, most of camp has made a kind of game out of catching Percy and Annabeth in a dark corner and shining a spotlight on them. It gets old fast. So, most of the time, they settle for little more than holding hands during sing-alongs or, on special occasions, sneaking off during capture-the-flag. (Though that ends immediately following the ‘Percy, why is there a thong stuck to the back of your shirt?’ fiasco of July 13th, thank you, Jason.)

There are, of course, exceptions to the rule. On Percy’s birthday, she kisses him right in the middle of sword training, in front of all the ten-year-olds from the Hermes cabin. On the fourth of July he makes red, white, and blue cupcakes (with some help from Piper and Leo) and the two of them cuddle by the lake and smear frosting on each others’ faces. When they kiss, it tastes like buttercream. On their anniversary, Percy gives her earrings in the middle of the dining hall and she tackles him, in front of Chiron and everything, and kisses him so enthusiastically that Clarisse LaRue once more takes it upon herself to throw them into the lake to cool off. (‘Honestly, Annabeth,’ she chides her later, ‘they’re just earrings.’)

Then there’s the day they leave camp, when they stand by the flag pole and kiss for a long time, like they’re losing each other forever instead of just for a week or so until her move to New York is finalized. She’s standing on her tip toes, her hands knotted up in his hair, and he’s clinging to her waist like he’s the only thing holding her upright, like she’s the only thing keeping him steady. And in those moments, they are undisturbed.

#iamjoemom #percabeth #requests #my fic #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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ah-maa-zing · 9 years

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But my fav thing is how the Olicity fandom took to calling it "The Fuckening" and as soon as we watched the ep everyone switched and now we are referring to it as "making love" lol

iamjoemom

LOL. It’s true. I think “The Fuckening” started as a fun, throwaway term way back when, at least when fernlicity and I first talked about it almost 6 months ago. Then it suddenly blew up in the fandom and became a “thing”, especially when we found out that we were going to get Oliver and Felicity having sex this season.

After watching the episode, well...I guess you can still call it “the Fuckening” if you like, but for me and a lot of people that scene is so, so much more than that; everything about it was infused with love and intensity of emotion. There’s really no other term for it; even “having sex” sounds wrong because yes, while technically they were indeed having sex, “making love” just captures the emotion so much better.

That’s just me, though, and hey, at the end of the day, it’s all semantics anyway. Either way we got a beautiful coming together for our beautiful OTP, and people can call it whatever they want ;)

#Olicity #iamjoemom #ah-maa-zing answers #anon #asks

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ohmypreciousgirl · 9 years

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About what you said... what if the "suprise" that Felicity has is a way to beat Ras???

I wouldn’t be surprised, tbh. She’s the brain behind the operation after all.

#arrow speculations #iamjoemom #replies

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sentence-fragments · 9 years

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Olicity 34. "If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed."

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sorry for the wait! been busy busy busy! Hope you like it!

The Couch

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” She said it matter of factly, her tone even as she continued typing away on her keyboard.

He was trying to be subtle about it, he really was. But somehow, even when she was deep in thought or working, intensely focused on her task, she always noticed.

“I’m sorry, but you just looks so cute when you work.” Oliver shrugged.

Felicity shot him a look over her glasses and rolled her eyes. He was on the opposite end of the couch, sitting cross-legged in jeans and a baby blue shirt, making him look simply edible. His hair was still wet from the shower he’d just taken. Felicity on the other hand, was still in her work-attire, hair pulled up in the neat, ever-present ponytail, lips bright pink, wearing a curve hugging dress and 6 inch heels. She was finishing up - or at least trying to finish up - the last reports for the meeting she had planned the following morning. She had come home late that night after a run in with a particularly nasty server wide virus. Which lead to her not having time to finish the reports and spend time with her husband instead. But, she refused to get comfortable until she was done.

“It’s true. You’ll scrunch up your nose when something doesn’t work, or purse your lips. And when you start chewing on your pen, you know it’s about to get really serious. But you have no idea how hot that looks.”

She laughed. “Oh great. My husband gets off while thinking about me biting office supplies.”

Snorting, Oliver scooted a little closer to her so he could put his hand on her shoulder. “I have a kink about you biting stuff, yes. But not office supplies.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, making her burst out in laughter. “You are the worst.”

“You love me anyway.” He said, tilting his head to the side.

She sighed, feeling herself give into his trademark charms. She put her tablet on the coffee table and reached behind her head to pull out the elastic holding her hair up. Scooting closer to his side of the couch after she kicked off her pumps, sneaking her legs into his lap, she kissed him.

“What was that about a biting kink?” She asked just before nipping at his lower lips, smoothing the sting of her teeth over with her tongue.

“Mrs. Queen, you sneaky little minx.” He murmured in her ear she started devouring his neck, strategically placing hickey’s all over the column of his throat. Which translated to everywhere she damn pleased. She moved to sit in his lap, legs on either side of hips, shamelessly grinding down her hips to create friction.

“What was that about not going to make it to a bed?” He retorted after Felicity tore open his shirt and moved her assault to his chest. He groaned underneath her as she smirked up at him.

“Shut up and screw your wife.” She muttered against his abs, trailing her tongue through the ridges.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

more fic

#iamjoemom #olicity #olicity fic #my fic #fanfic #oliver queen #felicity smoak

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