ur thoughts on if keith or lance would be the first to admit feelings and ask the other out, and where'd they go on a date being in space and all?
every time i wonder about who would admit their feelings first all i can think about is that it would probably go down exactly like that scene in episode 2 of season 1 where lance and keith are edging eachother on into a blind nosedive but they’re so damn stubborn that they both end up smashing headfirst into the ground. let me explain.
lance realizes he has feelings for keith first, as in he can acknowledge the fact that the feelings are there and has a label for them. He’s the kind of guy who won’t want to admit it, but can’t help letting his feelings slip into his actions or words.
lance becomes more prone to defend keith to others
might try to take on more than he can handle to lessen keith’s burden during missions (however often interpreted by others as jealousy or an attempt to one-up, lance might play along out of embarrassment)
keith is always running in headfirst with his blinders up, his emotions are constantly on the forefront of just about everything he does. This means that keith could have feelings for lance without actually sitting down to process what those feelings mean or entail. He’s going to end up unsure how to deal with things like being overly concerned for lance’s safety or getting nervous when lance is in danger, which can get them into fights.
“Lance you can’t go in there alone, are you crazy?”
“What the hell does that mean? You just volunteered to do the exact same thing! I know you think you’re better then me and all, but I actually can handle this.”
“That’s not even what I meant!”
“Than what do you mean!”
“I don’t know!”
What i’m saying is they end up in a stand-still because neither one wants to pull up out of that nosedive first and properly process the situation, which results in them both plummeting into the ground in a blaze of teenage angst and love-borne stupidity. For the sake of consistency, that means the crash-and-burn translates to one big, harsh, emotionally raw fight.
Keith nearly gets himself killed doing something ridiculously reckless, probably on Lance’s behalf. Lance is sick with worry, and more importantly: furious.
Keith makes it out alive only to be confronted by Lance, who, unable to properly express just how damn worried he was, ends up yelling at Keith for being such a reckless showoff, which immediately puts Keith on the defensive.
“What the hell Lance, I only went after those drones so you wouldn’t have to!”
“I never asked for that! Stop-stop putting yourself in danger for me! Do you really think so little of me, that I can’t handle any of this by myself?”
“I was only trying to help!”
“By nearly getting yourself killed?! Are you insane?”
“God, why do you even care anyways? Wouldn’t things be better for you if I was gone? At least you wouldn’t have the competition!”
“Wh- What the fuck? You think I want you dead?”
“You’ve never exactly told me otherwise!”
“Thats ridiculous! I can’t– Keith you–”
“What is it Lance? Huh? I don’t know what you want from me!”
hey its not my fault i grew up drinking flouridated water so now i have adhd and some kind of auditory processing disorder thats just ME baby im a millennial, baby. thats our generation. skiddly op bop bada bop im the SCATman sorry that was just some of my generations signature irreverent humor for you. i think i might have sleep apnea because im tired all day or maybe im just spiritually exhausted idk. here's the twist: i didnt say any of this out loud and am just thinking it, youve been talking to me for at least five minutes and i think ive been going "uh huh" every thirty seconds or so but i have no idea what youre talking about. now im gonna stare at outlook express for ten minutes while trying to process my job anxiety. Im a millenial baby and thats just how we
As most of us know she was Honervas cat. Kova seemed pretty loyal, she didnt leave when Honerva went crazy. Kova had a bond with Honerva.
We also know Kova is(was😢) Nartis cat. Everytime we seen Narti we seen Kova. Kova was Nartis eyes, Narti had no other way of seeing. Narti and Kova also had a deep bond.
Kova seen Lotor getting ready to kill Narti but didnt jump off Narti, Kova didnt try to save herself. She would have been okay dying with Narti.
However she didnt die. Instead she had to sit there with Nartis dead body. Kova clearly doesnt know what to do. Shes just waiting for something to happen, for Narti to wake up, for someone to come, for anything. Kova doesnt leave by herself, she doesnt see Nartis dead and go to find someone else like Honerva or Lotor. She stays with Narti because shes loyal to Narti because she cares and loves for Narti.
Back to Kovas bond with Honerva. I think Kova knows Haggar is Honerva because of their bond. Haggar was seeing through Kova not Narti (at least thats what I believe). Narti is blind. Kova is her eyes. Haggar was using Nartis “sight”. Kova has a bond with Haggar.
NARTI IS NOT A SPY! SHE WAS LOYAL TO LOTOR!
This doesnt mean Kovas a bad cat though. She was just loyal to her owner. Kova is still Haggars cat she is still loyal to her. That doesnt make her evil.
Okay, so this wasn’t even a angsty prompt, it was a smut prompt. But your getting no sex and maybe some feels so sorry bout that. And this idea wasnt even requested and no one wanted this but I wrote it anyway??? Also I’ve never written angst so please please p l e a s e give me feedback. And I sort of tried some different things in this so let me know your thoughts?? please???
Warnings: none, more dialogue than needed, and unedited, terrible writing as always when it comes to these drabbles.
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“You know Zoe Murphy?”
“The girl you’ve been talking about everyday for literally 2 years? No I don’t think I know her” you laugh. You were currently staring at his face (well, where you assumed his face was) in the darkness.
Tonight’s situation, you sleeping at Evan’s house, wasn’t arranged. It was spur of the moment, something you were used to. Like a hundred times before, you’d dragged the spare mattress from the other Hansen bedroom and placed it next to Evan’s bed. As always he’d offered his bed to you, and as always you refused, thinking that allowing you to stay at his house was kindness enough. Heidi hadn’t even questioned it because you were just friends right? Of course you and Evan wouldn’t be having sex because you’re just friends, best friends, but nothing more, so why would she need to be worried?
He laughs with you, pulling you away from your own thoughts.
“I’ve been thinking about asking her out?” he says after a silence.
You just didn’t know what to say. He’s had a crush on her for years, his anxiety was getting better, and he was happy. There was no reason for him not to ask her out. They’d make an amazing couple and would make each other so - just so goddamn happy, wouldn’t they? Yeah, they would, and they deserve to be happy - at least thats what you’re trying to convince yourself.
“So whats stopping you?”
“i’ve just been - well, I’ve just been over-thinking it I guess. Like even if I ask her out and even if she says yes, which I think its a long shot anyway -”
“Of course she’ll say yes, Ev, why wouldn’t she?” You interrupt him.
“Oh .. um thanks, I don’t know? But then if she wants to kiss and i’ve never kissed anyone before, and I’m going to be so bad at it and there be no … no fireworks and she’ll break up with me before we’ve even started dating”
You don’t even know why you said your next sentence. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t thought out, and it certainly wasn’t rational. But maybe it was because you said crazy things at 3am, or maybe because you were in love with your best friend.
“Kiss me” you blurt out, not realising what you said until the words were already falling from your lips. “You know, for practice” you practically tripped over your own words, second guessing every response he could have as you continued to babble on.
“it won’t be your first kiss, not your first proper one as I’m just - I’m just a friend, it won’t mean anything, no strings attached, and you can have your proper first kiss with Zoe, fireworks and all” you say, feigning a smile even in the dark.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin our friendship” Evan practically whispers.
“You’re my best friend, Ev, and you have been for years, and one meaningless little kiss isn’t going to change that.” you laugh, hoping it covers the nervousness you were feeling.
He doesn’t respond.
“But if you don’t want that its fine, I get it, I was out of line -”
“I want to - I mean I would really appreciate you doing that … for me” he says, sincerely.
“Uhh sure thing.”
Through the darkness, you clamber onto the bed next to him, as Evan reaches over and switches his light.
You couldn’t deny he looked cute. His blue t-shirt was crumpled, and plaid pyjama pants were bobbled and worn at the knees as he sat crossed legged on top of his bed. His hair was already ruffled from laying down, and a sleepy smile graced his lips.
“Didn’t you want to keep it off? Pretend I’m Zoe?” you joke, trying to diffuse whatever emotions were in the air.
Evan just looks at his lap, but you see the corners of his mouth still turned up, your comment obviously not offending him.
However his lack of a verbal response intensifies the doubts already playing around in your mind.
“Maybe this was a stupid idea, I’m obviously sleep deprived -” you start but then his hand interlinks with yours and you stop in your tracks.
“Its not a stupid. Not to me” he says, “Thank you for doing this” he says smiling at you.
“No worries” you say, a small smile forming to match his.
“So … where do I put my hands?” he asks after a pause.
“Just put them on my waist,” you say, “or keep them in your lap, whatevers comfortable for you Ev”
His hands move to your waist on top of a tee of his you had borrowed to sleep in. You just stare at each other for a moment, an awkward feeling passing between you.
“Ok I’m going to … kiss you now” you say, cringing at your words despite trying to diffuse the situation.
“Ok, yes, please.” he stammers, his hands nervously grasping at your tee, clenching and unclenching it in his hands.
You cup his cheeks in your hands. You close your eyes as you brush your lips to his. They’re softer than you expected, and warm, and you almost lose yourself already.
After barely a few seconds, you pull back and smile, taking it slow for him.
“Ok?” you question, your hands still on his cheeks. It was barely a peck but you still wanted to check everything was ok.
“Was I … alright?” he questions genuinely.
“Well you didn’t hyperventilate so…” you laugh, removing your hands from his face. He smiles
“Can we go again?” he says. “I just want to be prepared you know”.
“I know”. You knew what reassured him and comforted him because knew Evan’s anxiety inside out. You were the one he called when he was having a panic attack, when he was feeling anxious, or when he just needed someone to talk to.
You were the one who was there. The one who was always there.
You lean in again. This kiss is deeper but its still sweet, and tender, and innocent.
You savour every second and every feeling: your nose pressed into his cheek, your foreheads touching softly, his blush radiating onto your skin. He’s soft and warm and gentle. He’s kind and loving and generous. And he’s not in love with you.
You break away. You’re unsure whether these breaks were more for his benefit or yours. Either way you don’t have too long to ponder the thought until you feel Evan’s hands pull on your waist.
He leans in this time, and suddenly your lips are connected for a third time. For a third time you’re getting far too invested in a kiss that wasn’t meant to be shared, in feelings that weren’t meant to be felt, and in a boy that could never be yours.
His hands tighten on your waist, bunching the material of your t-shirt in his hands as he deepens the kiss and begins to take control. He runs his tongue across your lower lip like you had just done to him, and soon your the one who’s blushing, your kiss getting hotter by the second.
He moans softly, involuntarily, but that doesn’t stop him. He continues to kiss you like his life depended on it.
And yes, your teeth and noses were bumping together, but that barely registered. There was only one thought on your mind: Evan. You were surrounded by him - his sheets, his clothes you’re wearing, his smell. You were overwhelmed, losing all sense of time and place, not knowing how long you spent kissing him. He was the only thing that mattered to you.
You didnt want to do this, to get too into the kiss, to fall for him even more than you currently were. But here you were, falling in love with your best friend even though he was in love with someone else.
You needed to stop this.
But it felt incredible.
But it was wrong, and you knew it. He was your best friend for god’s sake and he was in love with someone else.
You broke away, your breathing noticeably heavy as you tried to steady your thoughts. You were reeling.
“Why did you stop? Did I - Was it ok?” Evan asked, meeting you eyes despite his nervous manner.
“Oh yeah, you were … really good” you said, trying to steady your voice.
You didn’t even notice your hands had weaved through his hair until you moved them down to your lap, breaking the contact completely.
“So why did -” he stops. He just stares at you, saying nothing and some how saying everything.
“Maybe we should get some rest?” you say awkwardly, breaking the eye contact. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t talk about what just happened. Not tonight. Not ever. You couldn’t let him know. You couldn’t ruin this friendship with your selfish feelings - this was the thought replaying in your mind so you didn’t relive that kiss.
Evan bites a fingernail awkwardly before nodding.
You quickly move back to your borrowed bed before Evan switches the light out, the darkness consuming all your unspoken words.
“Thank you, Y/N. I’m glad my first kiss, real or not, was with you” he says.
“Me too Ev” you whisper.
And one fact was undoubtably clear in your mind: you loved him, and it took him loving someone else for you to finally realise that.
OK we all know Whitebeard and his crew but now imagine a fallenangel!AU where Whitebeard is the leader of a bunch of fallen angels, who where sent down from heaven bc of their sins and instead of their white wings, they turn night black and are hated by absolutely everyone
Now imagine Ace being one of the strongest fallen angels and being the most brutal/heartless creature and there you come, a innocent white angel, white wings, eyes that burn with passion and a pure heart- one of the strongest angels that fight for heaven
So, now imagine a fight between the fallen angels and the angels of heaven- good against bad- and since you and ace are pretty much on the same level, it’s clear to say; you’re going against each other. It’s a bloodbath, you and him keep fighting and then he does it, in one quick moment, he opens his giant wings and surrounds you, the lights turning into darkness and the disgustingly pleasing smell of him in your senses. You feel numb for a few seconds, then a hand touches your face, a quiet laugh is heard and then everything turns bright again, but something is wrong; you feel something burn on your chest, cutting deeper into your skin and you groan in pain. You look down, trying to find the source of pain and what you see let’s the blood freeze in your veins; a black print of Ace’s wings is tattooed on your chest, a white print of yours on his chest.
He turned you into his soulmate; you lost the battle.
Do you think the fact that the song is 5 mins 40 secs will affect its popularity in radio? Just wondering since that's not your typical length of a radio hit these days
I think he doesn’t truly give a damn and is willing to break that mold for artistic integrity, at least that’s what I’m going with.
And TBH I was raised on albums, I still don’t buy single songs off albums. I buy the whole album and listen front to back. I very rarely throw on just one song. So really if Harry’s target audience was me he’s nailed it.
[Heidi stands there, looking sad. Kyle walks up to her.]
So, um.. He left you, huh?
Look, I think you should be happy.. I mean, at least now you know that he’s not worth your time. You shouldn’t blame yourself and ponder about “what-ifs”, you should let him go and forget about the past.
Heidi, looking up at Kyle:
I think a girl like you could get pretty much any guy. And he won’t have to be a delusive fatass asshole.
Yeah, you’re right, Kyle. Thanks, I feel a lot better now..
Kyle, smiles too:
Good. That’s all I wanted to tell you.
[He walks off. Heidi is looking better, smiling to herself.]
uhh wow a lot of people want bts to perform at the super bowl...but why idk im just not up for putting up w the same hate they got from bbma again. and it may be an honor for American artists but it's probably not that important to bts so asking them to fly over to perform for sth that they wouldn't rly care abt is...dumb to say the least. what do you think, Sarah?
Ugggggghhh thats a complicated subject bc many ppl dont share the same opinion
But personally I think the same;;; BTS got so much disgusting racist comments at a music event so i dont even want to think about whats going to happen at a sport event.
Also im pretty sure BTS doesnt really care about the Super Bowl?? I mean I can be wrong but they dont seem like they are really into american football (or whatever it is im not from the us lol). So yeaaaaah
I’m so sorry about all the ugh, umm, uff and like hahah. Also I’m sorry for my ramling and the length of this I just can’t shut up!! AND AT ONE POINT I STARTED TALKING IN CROATIAN I AM SORRY FOR THAT HAHA. And I said that Elain is one year older than Nesta but I meant Feyre hehe but I think you guessed what I meant
The questions are: Name and username Where are you from? Pronounce the following words: Archeron, Rhysand, Cresseida, Thesan, Rhoe Galathynius, Illyrian, Manon, Abraxos, Prythian, Lucien, Ianthe, Suriel, Bryaxis, Carridwen and Nuala, Elide, Velaris, Cadre, Rowan Whitethorn, Chaol Westfall, Yrene Towers, Nehemia Ytger, Rifthold, Adarlan, Chrocan, Kaltain Rompier, Sorscha, Dorian Havilliard, Lyria, Asterion horse, Valg, Eyllwe, wyrdmarks, rowaelin, feysand How did you find out about the books? When did you start reading them? Favorite character from TOG? Favorite character from ACOTAR? Have you read The Assassin’s Blade? Do you plan on reading the ACOTAR Novellas? Favorite ship/s? Read a page from your favorite book from TOG (or ACOTAR) Which scene destroyed you the most? If you read fanfiction, name your favorite or some of your favorites Fave headcanons? Favorite quote/s? If you could choose any piece of media to readapt the Maasverse in, what would you choose? (e.g: movie(s), tv show(s), animation, a musical, videogames, etc) TOG or ACOTAR? Why? Which would be your ACOTAR Court? Why? And last but not least, say 3 unpopular opinions. Do it, go off
Helping Thomas and them escape the WCKED Facility
A/N: Its been a while since I did an imagine like this, the formatting above is bothering me but I’m too lazy to fix it (like I wasn’t doing that for 2 minutes straight already).
“What is he doing?”
“I think he’s drawing attention from himself.” Thomas quickly approached the guard that was, for some reason, decked out in gear. The figure simply pushed the brunette back, away from the door.
“It’ll be just a second.”
The figure just silently stared at him through their dark mask,”I just want to see my friend, can you let me through?” They shook their head, denying Thomas of his request. He turned around, walking away, until he ran forward at the figure full speed, successfully snatching the key card before being pushed to the ground. His friends rushed to his side to hold him back from any more problems. The figure slyly walked into the room, going to wherever they were needed before Janson arrived at the scene.
The figure stood silently in the back of the dark control room, eyes wandering to every screen. “I want this place locked down, call everyman. Nobody leaves until everyones accounted for. Tell me you got eyes on them. ”The man tapped into every security camera as quickly as possible,”I’m still looking.”
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!”
Janson’s eyes flickered to every monitor,”There!” “Get everyone in the med wing. I want them alive!”
“Shit, c’mon!” Thomas repeatedly slide the key card in the pad,”No, no, no, no, no!”
“Open this door Janson!” “You really don’t want me to.” “Open the damn door!” “Listen to me! I’m trying to save your life! The maze is one thing but you kids won’t last one day out in The Scorch. If the elements won’t kill you, the cranks will.” Thomas let out a shaky breathe,”Thomas! You have to believe me. I only want whats best for you.”
The figure pushed through the little barricade behind Janson, quickly walking toward Thomas. “Stay back! I’ll shoot!” They stopped in their tracks, turning around before removing the mask. (Y/N) let out a long breathe as she swished her long hair around,”I thought he’ll never escape!”
“What? Who are you?”
She smirked at the older man,”Don’t tell me you forgot about me already! I’m (Y/N), you know the girl from Maze B?” She aimed her gun at Janson and his crew,”You know how to work that, Thomas?” She turned around to see his gun pointed at her,”Who are you?” She groaned,”Not you too! Who do you think gave you that key card? Anyways I’m on your side, just trust me on this!” The beeping noise from the door interrupted the bickering, causing everyone to look back at it. There stand Aris and Winston,”Hey guys.” Everybody rushed toward the door except for the two holding the guns.
She turned to look at him and shrugged,”Fuck it.” She turned and shot at Janson, successfully hitting at least two or three guards while Thomas just randomly shot at them. Once her gun ran out of bullets, she chucked it at them,”Catch this you limp dick rats!”
She ran towards the exit trying to drag Thomas with her,”Come on Thomas!”
He then threw the gun to the floor running along side the girl to the ticket of freedom, only to barley slide under the door in time. Thomas destroyed the key pad while (Y/N) left to go elsewhere. Thomas rose his middle finger at Janson,”Whoa thats rude!” (Y/N) was with two duffle bags,”I like that! But I think its time to do what we do best and skedaddle!”
They all panted as they made it to shelter,”Well I expected a little more secretive escape, but yeah I guess this works too.” They all turned to face the (H/C) girl,”What is there something on my face?”
“Who are you?”
“Thats (Y/N).” She sighed in relief,”At least someone remembers me! Gosh be grateful Thomas! I helped you escape after all!” “Oh yeah? What did you do beside sit there and watch?” She rolled her eyes,”First, I knew you were going to get the key card so I made it obvious to where it was. Second,” She paused as she threw the two duffle bags down and opened them both,”I got you all these nice treats but I still don’t get a thank you?”
Their eyes widen at all the food, water, and weaponry she had. “(Y/N) How did you get all of this? How are you even alive?” She shrugged,”Don’t know how I’m alive actually, slipped up some pretty good times. Got all of this by stuffing it in this suit. Do you know how uncomfortable it is? Don’t even ask how I was able to sneak it past them.”
“Um, do you mind introducing yourself shank?”
(Y/N) frowned at the tall, muscular, Asian boy,”First of all, rude! Second of all, hi I’m (Y/N), nice to meet cha! I’m the Keeper of the Runners in Maze B, and I’m here to help!” “How do we know you won’t betray us?”
“Oh! Do I hear a British accent? And I won’t blondie, don’t get your titties in a twist!” They all rolled their eyes but Aris,”Guys, you can trust her! She’s my friend!” “If she was your friend then why didn’t she tell you she was a guard in the first place?”
“Look Einstein, theres a thing called being undercover and you guys need me!” The Asian boy scoffed,”Yeah right, what for?” She smirked as she walked towards the window they came in from,”Because, oh wise one, I know all there is to The Scorch. Which means, I’m a valuable asset to the group.”