#minific!

jonah burping leo 🫡

These two asks came together, so here you go. Important: Not following the current timeline, just slot it wherever

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Jonah let out a yawn, walking to the living room couch with a bowl of popcorn and with JD following his footsteps, trying to grab the hem of his sweatpants.

He snorted at the cat, sitting down next to Leo and passing his boyfriend the popcorn bowl, before crouching down to grab their cat and smooching her. JD let out a pitiful meow, lying in his arms like a baby.

He sat down, leaning his back against Leo's side and smiling as Leo wrapped an arm around his shoulders, even if he wasn't paying attention. The blonde's eyes were glued to the screen, where they were broadcasting the news before a rerun of Moulin Rouge.

They were probably the only people in their town who still had cable, but whatever, it was one of the amenities their building offered. Leo was shoveling handful after handful of popcorn in his mouth, making Jonah wonder if he was annoyed or hungry.

"Do you want something more filling than popcorn for dinner?" Jonah turned his head, grabbing a handful himself and JD jumped from his lap in order to go inspect their television.

"No," Leo squirmed on the couch, so he was lying sideways and pulled Jon to him, "c'mere."

Jonah let out a happy sigh at the familiar position, resting his cheek to Leo's lower belly and watching the news with half closed eyes. He could so easily fall asleep with Leo's fingers carding through his hair, "Oi! Asshole, are you wiping your greasy fingers in my hair?! I'll kill you!"

…

Lance could barely restrain himself from smushing his face against the glass of the observation deck like a kid when he caught sight of the newest planet to join the coalition.

It was covered in water and various sized islands. The water was a soft pink and glowing, but it was WATER.

Allura cleared her throat to gain their attention. “The Salarin people are peaceful, but we will need to gain their respect before they will sign to our cause.”

“How exactly are we supposed to do that? Isn’t being Voltron ‘wow’ enough?”. Pidge was slightly less then pleased to be interrupted from their efforts decrypting their newest chunk of galra tech. The fact that they were elbow deep in a sentrys chest cavity was probably best overlooked…

Coran waved at the planet statistics he had in front of him. “You’ll be participating in their cultural events! This is going to be more fun than a crepnik during Plaxicon!”

Lance and Hunk shared a sidelong glance of apprehension as they left to get ready for departure.

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The Salarin people kinda looked like the stretched out noodley people from an old anime Lance watched when he was a kid. Something about a wish granting shop…? Whatever. But these people were a variety of soft colors.

Hunk seemed to share the idea. “They remind me of Easter eggs!”

Keith snorted softly on Hunk’s other side. Shiro, standing at Allura’s shoulder, cast a censuring glance at them. The three shifted guiltily and settled.

Lance tuned out the usual “thank you for joining” speech that Allura was delivering with all her majestic grace and poise and cast his gaze about the beach they were standing on.

The sand was a lovely peach, the water was pink, and the long grass farther up the slope ways for the water actually looked the turquoise of the grass he always got in his Easter baskets. The entire planet really did look like the Easter bunny barfed all over it.

Focusing back on the water-wait. What? WHAT??? He grabbed at Hunk’s arm and the big man turned to see what had caught his attention. His eyes widened. “Is that.. are those…?”

“Hunk! They’re SURFING!” He whispered back fiercely. “I know exactly how we can gain their trust! Cover me!”

Hunk tried to snatch his friends arm, but the blue paladin dodged easily and slipped behind him.

“Lance! No- aw quiznak. I hope you know what you’re doing…” he positioned his large body to block the princess and black paladins view.

Lance was too busy shucking the outer plates of his paladin armor to pay attention. Clad in just his black undersuit, he slid up to one of the board carrying natives at the waters edge. Hunk couldn’t hear their exchange, but he saw the tall yellow male grin and pass his may-or-may-not-be-a-surfboard over.

Allura and the rest of the paladins turned at the sudden commotion of cheering behind them to see Lance several dozen yards into the water and paddling fast.

Allura felt her ears heat with anger. She was just about to raise her voice to roar the blue paladin back in when Shiro put a hand on her shoulder.

Lance was turning his board while the water surged beneath him, surrounded by several other natives. Together, they all hopped to their feet as the wave crested and then they were off!

Hunk and Pidge were heard clearly over the other excited screams.

The Salarin people were cheering and Allura was slightly winded from switching indignant rage to surprise so quickly.

Shiro laughed. “Well ok. I guess that works.”

...

Maybe at his yearly checkup

"Thank you for coming," Lucas was wringing his hands anxiously and Vince shrugged.

"As if I'd say no," he ruffled his best friend's hair and opened a brilliant smile, trying to ignore how small Luke seemed. He was not a small man, not even in comparison to Vince, but right now he looked every bit like a child. Pale, sweaty, wavy hair so messy that it was curly, green eyes the size of plates.

He leaned into Vince's hair pet like a dog and Vin internally cringed, he hated to see Luke this despondent, "it'll be quick, buddy," before Bell took over, Vince had gone to two of Luke's yearly check ups and he was no stranger to how freaked out the other man got.

"I know," Lucas answered quietly, then muffled a burp in his hand, "I don't feel good."

"Nerves," Vince moved closer to squeeze his shoulder and Luke didn't need any other invitation to fold in half where he was sitting and press his face to Vin's tummy, causing the man to stumble back slightly, "I got you, don't even think about it, Luke. It'll be over before you realize."

True to his words, a couple minutes later a nurse stepped in to draw blood. Luke didn't seem embarrassed at all for being caught in such a position, instead he only turned his face with a groan so he could be half suffocated by Vince's belly and avoid seeing anything as nurse Ruth wrapped an elastic around his forearm and opened an amused smile.

"It'll be just a little prickle, sweetheart," she said sweetly, but Vince winced in sympathy as he saw the size of the needle and the four vials of blood they needed.

"Is-it-over?" Luke's voice came out muffled and Vin petted his hair.

"Not yet, take a deep breath," he instructed, feeling slightly woozy himself as he saw the blood start to rush up to fill the little vial.

Lucas let out a groan, "I'm not..." he shook with a hiccup and Vince pulled back slightly, while nurse Ruth let out a little tired sigh, reaching behind her to grab the emesis bowl and the pads of rubbing alcohol.

"Here, put this under his nose," she instructed to Vince, passing him both items, "Lucas, we're almost over."

"Hu-hurry..." his voice was thick with nausea and Vince crouched down next to his friend, holding the basin with one hand, the other rubbing the little alcohol pad over his upper lip.

The smell caused Luke to open his eyes, looking slightly more alert, but he quickly gulped down, struggling not to gag.

"You're doing great," Vince planted the bowl on his lap, so he could support Luke's forehead, "almost over."

He glanced past his shoulder and 3 vials were already full, fourth already halfway, "deep breath," Vince smoothed Luke's bangs back, "it's over already, nurse Ruth is just wrapping it up."

It wasn't even a lie, in the next five seconds she finished up the vial and closed the lid, before pulling back the needle, all in one swift motion of someone who had done this a thousand times.

"There you go, hon," she planted a little bandage over the tiny little peck, "straighten up for me, you're crowding yourself."

Luke obeyed, straightening up with a struggle and hyperventilating, "fuck... Every'everything's swimmin" Vince rubbed his arm in a reassuring manner, hating how pale Lucas was, the little tears sticking his eyelashes together.

"It's over, man, it's all over," he squeezed Luke's nape and then man nodded, gulping down.

"Thanks..." he slowly sat down correctly, stopping looking at the ceiling, "thanks..."

"Anytime," Vince patted his cheek, grabbing his water bottle on the ground, "take a sip."

Luke obeyed without saying a word, taking one small sip and when his body didn't immediately reject that, two large gulps. He pulled back with a grimace, leaning over his lap and blowing out a burp over the emesis bowl, spitting the excess saliva in his mouth, "gross..." he shuddered, but the humor and energy were back to his voice.

Vince opened an amused smile, taking back the bowl and standing up, trying to avoid pacing anxiously. Luke's check ups weren't just blood work, there was still the whole MRI to be done...

"Okay, let's get this over with," Luke stood up, only for his knees to promptly give in and him to almost fall, wasn't it for Vince grabbing him by the arm at the last second.

Oohhh. Dean + Roman, M. When it rains/snows/storms. Again, kayfabe. Hope this hits at least some kinda spot. <3. 

“Shit,” Roman muttered, leaning forward to glance at the sky through the windshield. The few droplets that had started half an hour ago had become a full-fledged thunderstorm, and he could barely see the road through the torrent and the heavy clouds that blocked what remained of the day’s sunlight.

“Huh?” Dean muttered sleepily, pulling down the cap that he had settled over his face. “Problem?”

(Oh God who do I pick who do I pick)

Amy Dyer is weird.

Everybody knows that. 

For one, she has this borderline obsessive love for zombies, and there are more than a few people who still can't think of her costume from last year's halloween party without feeling nauseous. 

Despite this preoccupation with the undead, she also is so in love with being alive, which is more understandable, given her history with leukaemia and her grandmother's recent death.

Phillip mostly kept his distance from Amy most of their school years, not least because she went to the all girls, and Phillip most definitely did not. Phillip didn't even think Amy had noticed him, or even wanted to. They were polar opposites: Amy was bright and vibrant, and Phillip, well, he was comfortable enough in himself to admit he was boring. Who actually enjoyed politics, anyway?

(I AM SOBBING FOREVER OVER ALLYDIA THEY COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL)

So, the thing about the Argents? They’re villains, technically. Like, sure, they talk a good talk about doing ‘what’s necessary’ for the greater good, but everybody remembers Kate and Gerard Argent torching the Hales’ HQ and laughing when they were found out, gasoline in hand. 

Edi is a bit of a mystery at Hogwarts. Everyone knows her, how can they not? She's the best Quidditch commentator they've had since the days of Lee Jordan. 

But no-one can seem to remember what House she's in, what year, or even what she looks like. 

Doesn't stop Samantha from developing quite the fixation on her, though. She hasn't missed a match since third year, even though she's as well known for her distaste for the sport as she is for her talent at chess (and everyone knows that last years grudge match against Seventh year Ravenclaw Polgara T'Suzsa was the stuff of legend and still has dramatic re-enactments in the Ravenclaw common room once the firewhiskey starts flowing). 

So one day, coming up to the end of Samantha's Seventh year, after the Quidditch final, she's walking back up to the castle, half dragged, really, by best friend and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team Shepard (somehow, that's the only thing anyone ever calls her, not even her boyfriend Garrus seems to know her first name), bemoaning how she'll never again hear that absolutely lickable voice again, when suddenly she hears a wry, familiarly lickable voice (had she really said that aloud?) "buy a girl a drink first."

And Samantha, flushed, to face the object of her four year long crush.