Trust Fall

Langst/Klance short fic

Trust is a weird thing, isn’t it? It’s something people take so seriously, yet they also turned it into a game. Lance just falls, and sees what happens.



Lance made a grunt sound as he hit the ground in front of Pidge. Pidge shook her head slowly, gripping her laptop closer to her body.

“I trusted you.” Lance narrowed his eyes up to her. He laid there, arms splayed on his sides, a pout playing on his face. “I even gave you a warning.”

Pidge rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Do you think I’m just gonna drop my laptop to catch you for your dumb game? I’m sorry, Lance, but I’m really busy right now.”

Lance pout deepens, but nodded his head in understanding as Pidge lowered her face to give him a smile.

“Next time buddy, okay?”


Lance wanted to try it again, but this time it was with Hunk.

Lance walked a slow pace towards Hunk, humming innocently and tunefully, his arms at his sides until he was a close enough to Hunk for him to make the catch.

“Trust fall!” Lance shouted, turning his back and letting gravity take him down, falling, hoping a pair of arms would catch him.

Sadly, there weren’t.

“Oh, Lance!!” Hunk shouted in surprise, almost dropping, his plates, “Stop doing that! I can’t catch you with my hands full!!”

Hunk set the plates he was going to use for the food later down, holding out his hand for Lance to take, which he does.

“I trusted you.” Lance chuckled jokingly, narrowing his eyes as he did with Pidge. He grabbed the plates down and handed them back to Hunk.

“Sorry, dude,” Hunk frowned as soon as his hands was full of the plates again. He shifted his arms for a better position for the plates, and smiled. “Just kinda caught me off guard.”

“Ahh, don’t worry, it’s just fun and games,” Lance shrugged, “Don’t drop me next time, butterfingers.” He chuckled, and Hunk gave him a smile and shook his head, nudging Lance’s arm with his own.

“Next time, buddy, okay?”


Keith was next on his list.

It was after training of course. Lance had waited for Keith to be done with the bot, as it fell hard to the ground in pieces, Keith ended the session and moved out of the training area, where Lance waits for him near the entrance.

Lance was a little nervous for this one, considering that he would expect Keith to be the last person to catch him. But reality is, Lance doesn’t care if Keith catched him or not.

Because he already trusts Keith with his life.

Lance cracked a smirk, his arms ready to be stretched out, falling back on either against the cold floor of the castle, or the warmth of Keith’s arms and body.

He popped out, seeing the surprise in Keith’s purple eyes, and fell back.

“Trust fall!!!” He yelled.

Gravity took him, but instead of a pair of arms catching him, it was the whole body instead, taking both Keith and himself to the ground.


“Agh, LANCE!!” Keith groaned, “Get your dead weight off of me!!”

Lance laughed playfully, like a puppy looking for attention.

“Keeeeeith,” he pouted, sitting up and straddling his hips purposely, “I trusted you!”

Lance could’ve sworn he saw a quick pink flush on Keith’s cheeks, but he let that thought out of his mind.

Keith pursed his lips, not knowing what to do as if Lance straddling his hips was a once in a life kind of thing.

Keith gritted his teeth. “Get. Off.”

Lance would be hurt by this, but he caught the flicker of a smile on the corner of Keith’s mouth, knowing he was enjoying this as much as he was.

“I swear to God, LANCE!!” Keith whined, “You’re crushing me!!”

Lance grinned widely, and crossed his arms, a thought running across his mind.

“Promise me you’ll catch me next time, then.” Lance smirked.


Lance smiled again, taking his hands and tickling Keith’s sides, causing him to laugh uncontrollably. A laugh that could save his life, a sound that he finds the most comfort in when the days were dark.

Lance laughed wildly too. “Promise me!”

“I-haha!!-I-sTOP IT!!” Lance caught tears in Keith’s eyes from laughing too hard, clutching his sides and wiggling underneath Lance, his body warm from the contact.



Lance decided that his next target shall be Shiro.

But hey, what other ways can he spend his time around the castle without having a little fun for himself?

He peered around the corridor wher he saw Shiro talking to Allura about what move they shall proceed next with Zarkon and his army at hand on one of the screens, dragging their hands across it as they make the plans.

Lance wonders if even Shiro would drop everything just to catch him.

Lance made a small smile to himself, and walked in unnoticed, not listening to the talk exchanges between Shiro and Allura.

“Trust fall!!” Lance smiled widely, confident that maybe he would be caught.

Instead, he had his trust back on the floor.

Allura yelped in surprise and confusion, and Shiro just groaned with frustration.

“Ahh, Lance!” He raised his voice, “Not now!!”

Lance felt his heart break just a little, but it was alright. It was only fun and games, anyways.

“I trusted you.” Lance pouted, chuckling again. His arms at his sides, his head tilted up to look at Shiro and Allura, who both towered over him like his parents would when he was about to get -dun dun dun- la chancla.

Lance’s chuckle turned more into a light hearted laugh. It was enough for Shiro to lower his gaze to a more calm expression, cracking a small smile as he helped Lance back up.

Allura raised an eyebrow, still confused. “Is this ‘trust fall’ an earth thing?”

“Kind of,” Shiro chucked, “Hey, Lance, maybe you should stop doing this to everyone. We’re not always gonna be prepared, you’re always catching us off guard.”

Lance felt a small frown forming on his mouth when looked down, staring the ground where he was just laying. He felt a little guilty annoying everyone.

That “trust fall” thing was only something that he would do with his siblings, who no matter what they were doing or how annoyed they were, they would drop everything just to catch the boy in their arms.

It was all just fun and games, right?

“Sorry, Shiro,” Lance chuckled sheepishly, “I was just trying to pass the time.”

Allura grinned, “Well, you’re in luck Lance. Shiro and I have just finished our plan for when we infiltrate the Galra. Get the others, too. Are you ready?”

Lance’s eyes went up, a small smile finding its way back on his face.


He decided to do it just one last time.




That’s all that came to his mind. That’s all he wanted to do. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Lance was the one who drew the attention. He drew the attention away from Shiro and Pidge, so that they could get closer to what they needed.

Lance felt himself cornered, surrounded by the Galra.

He lifted his gun, ready to fire when they did.

And when they did, he just wasn’t quick enough to avoid all four guns aiming and firing him.

He remembers hearing the blast ricochet from all four.

He remembers their taunting words, how -useless- he was and how -irritating- he must be for his teammates to leave him all alone.

He remembers the aching pain from his chest to his leg, a burning sensation that his grandchildren could’ve felt.

He remembers seeing the Galra fall back, leading themselves to believe that they have killed one.

He remembers standing on his two, thinking of the first time he walked his first steps towards his older brother, now thinking of how these were him possibly taking his last few steps.

He remembers hearing echoes of voices and blasts coming from the end of the corridor of the Galra ship.

He remembers hearing Keith’s shouts stand out from the rest.

He remembers Keith’s laugh and his smile, which urges him forward.

Holding his sides, cracking his smile possibly for the last time, he takes bigger steps to get closer to Keith, who was crouching down behind a busted machine, a good hideaway from the Galra’s blasts.

As Lance got closer, he took smaller steps, croaking out his next words.

“Trust fall.”

Although, instead of falling back, he fell forward, gravity pulling him down, expecting to feel the cold ground of the Galra ship.

Instead he felt a pair of arms in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw a sight of someone, an expression he hopes to never see on his face again. The expression of pain and concern, eyes wide in panic. Brows furrowed worriedly, and mouth tightened as if trying to hold in the sobs. He saw the tears prickling his face.

Lance didn’t want to see that. He didn’t want to see Keith like that ever again.

“I trust you,” Lance chuckled, feeling Keith adjusting him in his arms, cradling him close to his own body, despite the fact that he was being drenched in Lance’s blood.

“S-Shut up, Lance, j-just-shut-,” Keith choked, trying to get a hold of himself. “You’re gonna be alright, you’re gonna-you have to-”

Lance lifted his hand and tangled it in Keith’s hair. He just wanted to see Keith smile one more time. He saw Keith shout something into his intercom of his helmet frantically.

Lance felt Keith tighten his grip on him when he felt himself drift away, as if he believes that the tighter he held on, the longer Lance will stay.

“I’m..not going a-anywhere Keith, but you..don’t n-need me,” Lance just laughed, “I’m just the s-seventh wheel.”

Lance was so close to Keith that he could hear the breath caught in Keith’s mouth.

“No, y-you’re not, you idiot,” Keith’s tears rolled down his cheeks, “Y-You weren’t supposed to go out like this. You -aren’t- supposed to–We were just getting-,” he sniffled, laughing like him crying was so stupid, “getting started.”

Lance laughed, and hugged himself closer to Keith, taking in his scent, even if his blood spilled over him.

Finally, he heard other voices, other hands trying to help him up. But all he did was held onto Keith tighter.

All Lance wanted to do was just lay there, knowing that his silly little trust fall wasn’t all stupid. He wanted to lay there, with Keith holding him close as if he was precious cargo. The longer Keith held on, the longer Lance will hold on.

Trust is a precious cargo that Lance likes to hold on. It’s funny, you know. The way it’s been made into a kind of game he held on as a kid? The way he trusts Keith with his own life. The kind of trust that turns a certain bond into something more than one person hoping the other will catch them.

It’s funny, the way he believes that falling is just like flying, except there’s a more permanent destination. Whether it’s the cold floor of a castle or a ship, or the warmth of someone who cares about him.

It all was just fun and games, right?

Bakugou: Why in hell are we out of sweets? There’s only been like three kids!

Shinsou: I know, but one little girl told me I was her favourite hero so I just gave her everything.

i just read this poem and went “lmao dexnursey”

For Nikki - Clementine von Radics

I know
you and I
are not about poems or 
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out. 

Also in relation to the wedding dress thing, there are a lot of ways whatever went down could’ve happened, but can we all take a sec to appreciate how ironic it would be if Juno was left at the altar?

anonymous asked:

Idk if this has been done before but Soul Eater au where Fushimi is a witch either like Kim or Angela and has to be protected by (depending on the scenario) his weapon partner Yata or by master swordsman Munakata. Really I think either would suit Fushimi because both backstories are very sad but with happy endings

So Fushimi is like the Monkey Witch (sorry Saru) and he’s always been hated and persecuted by the other witches for his strong powers. Maybe it’s not even the witch community at large that really persecuted him though, like his father Niki was one of the strongest witches and was hated even amongst his own kind because Niki would never even work with the other witches and often would do things that caused other witches to be harmed or even killed. Niki made certain Fushimi knew that no one in the world was his ally, that even the other witches would destroy him if they could and that there’s basically no one in the world that Fushimi can trust. Eventually Niki is hunted down and killed by a group of witches who then go looking for Fushimi, not wanting to let him grow up powerful like his father. Fushimi just manages to escape and lives all by himself scraping by for food when one day Munakata, the scythe-wielding headmaster of Shizume Weapons Academy, stumbles upon him and offers to let him join the school as a student. Only Munakata knows that Fushimi is really a witch and even though Fushimi doesn’t trust Munakata he still takes the offer because he has nowhere else to go.

After that Fushimi begins living in the dorms but he’s standoffish towards all the other students and refuses to hang out with anyone or make any friends. Even though he’s ostensibly there as a meister he makes no moves towards teaming up with a weapon of his own and basically shuns everyone, believing that even if he did make a friend it wouldn’t matter because he’ll be abandoned the moment someone finds out he’s a witch. That’s when he runs into new student Yata Misaki one day when he’s skipping class, Fushimi’s hiding in the bathroom playing on his PDA and Yata shows up not expecting to see someone else there. Yata as it happens isn’t fitting in well in school either and as a weapon he’s frustrated that no meister seems to be able to wield him, Fushimi just clicks his tongue and states that it’s none of his business and Yata should just go away. The next day though maybe Fushimi’s out in town and a witch who sneaked into the city confronts him, Fushimi’s trying to figure out how to handle this without having to use his powers when Yata comes barreling in to save him, believing that a witch is just attacking poor innocent Saruhiko. Yata ends up turning into his weapon form, a saber, and Fushimi uses him to defeat the witch. Afterward Yata can’t stop talking about how awesome Fushimi is and what a great team they made and Fushimi almost finds himself agreeing.

The two of them eventually end up becoming friends, Yata not allowing Fushimi to sink back into his solitude and constantly checking up on him and taking care of him when he’s sick and together they make a great team. Fushimi almost starts to think that maybe he can do this, he can belong at someone’s side, until there’s this big situation involving the witch Colorless who’s trying to like revive the ancient hidden weapon known as Damocles which could destroy everyone on the planet. Other witches are working with Colorless and when Fushimi and Yata are dispatched along with the rest of the students to fight the witches of jungle threaten to blackmail Fushimi, noting that even his comrades don’t know his true self and wouldn’t Yata turn on him and kill him if Yata found out. Trapped and feeling like he will lose everything at this rate Fushimi seemingly betrays the school to join the side of the witches, until Yata comes after him. Fushimi assumes that Yata doesn’t know he’s a witch and starts mocking him about it, like there’s been a witch in your midst all this time Misaki and you didn’t know it. Yata stands his ground though, stating that he did know it – when their souls resonated together he was able to see that Fushimi’s was the soul of a witch but he never said anything because he believes in Fushimi and he’s always believed in Fushimi, that even if he’s a witch Fushimi is still the coolest guy Yata’s ever known and Yata believes in him, that Fushimi is on his side and that Fushimi is still his partner no matter what.


star wars legends » lieutenant olin

Now that they were in the light, Obi-Wan could see the changes in [Ferus]. He was leaner, more muscled. His face had matured; its angles were sharper. He was still only in his early twenties, but the wide gold streak in his dark hair had turned to silver. He gave the impression of a man who had been through things he would not want to talk about.

ruff-boi-magnus  asked:

A visiting artist came to my school today named Conrad Bakker, and one of his projects was he would buy products from different stores, replicate them with carved wood and oil paints, then go back to the store and put his sculpture in its place, then he'd just leave. He said he couldn't do Target that much since security/workers would catch him and he'd have to abort the mission. If he managed to get one in your store, how do you think you and your coworkers would react?

Frankly I would become his apprentice

everyone will know that I’ve been in love tonight

a permanent hug from you

Greed, your master passion
I feed the mouth that bites me
Mammon, opiate of the masses
The reek of your lies draws flies

@neojammy @bamboo-tea @queeladip

Inspired by @linddzz’s adorably chaotic fic: http://linddzz.tumblr.com/post/154043407348/man-i-hope-you-werent-hoping-for-newt-sitting in which Newt, our blessed protagonist who does not, and never will truly understand self-preservation, tries to fly on something that is not a fantastic beast. Credence must, as always, protect this man from himself.

Okay, so I’ve seen quite a bit of posts talking about how Haru would hate The Little Mermaid because of Ariel giving up the ocean

well, I like to think that, yeah Haru really didn’t like that movie at first and he spent a lot of time angrily confused about how she could possibly give up something as amazing as getting to be in the water all day every day. she had everything and then she just gave it up for no reason

but then one day, he looks at Makoto and it all clicks

she gave up the water for her true love

and Haru finally understands

bts reacts; their s/o fangirl/boying

aye ladies and gentlemen!

request; reaction to their s/o fangirl/boying?

hey guys, how are ya all?
so, im back with another react. sorry if it’s god awful, I still have massive writers block but I really am trying my best.
thanks so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy, my love.
note; non of the gifs are mine, credits to the owners.


he’d find it really cute. your favourite band/group just brought out a new album and this is your first time listening to it, you’d literally be screaming {me when love yourself; her came out}. jin would just walk in on you pretty much having a massive fit because of these people. he'd just smile and leave you to continue.

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yoongi would find it a bit weird, but secretly love it when your like this; mainly because when you’re fangirl/boying, you’re fangirl/boying about him and something he’s done.

“ah, _____, you’re so weird. it’s only a picture,” he’d say, trying to hide his blushing for you.

“oh, shut up yoongi. im trying to compliment you. take my compliment,” you’d reply, pouting jokingly.

“why do I date you?” he’d ask, leaving the room and feeling his face flush, remembering everything you said.


he’d just sit there, watching you get super excited over this one thing. he couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath at how funny he though it was, casually glancing over at you every once and a while to see you with you mouth hug open; like you have for the past 5 minutes; over a photo your celeb crush {that ain’t him} just did.

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he’d obviously tease you about it. and i mean for like weeks after, every time the person you fangirl/boyed over is mentioned he’d start squealing and jumping up and down in fake excitement, just to se your reaction.

“leave it out, namjoon,” you’d say jokingly, sticking your tongue out.

“but it’s {insert artist that isn’t them}, i can’t help it,” he’d reply, quoting you from weeks before.

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just like jin, he’d find it so, so cute. he’d just sit there giggling because of how adorable you look, smiling at all your little squeals and shrieks.

“you know you could be squealing and giggling because of me, but know you chose to giggle over {insert famous guy},” he’d laugh,

“jimin, you can’t say that,” you’d say, eyes opening wide,

“what? i didn’t mean it like that, you’re the one who took it like that,” jimin replies, getting up to walk out the room, “but yeah, that too,”

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he would tease the fuck out of you, but this is taehyung. what do you expect?
he’d run round the dorm yelling at all the guys about how great {another band/groups}’s new song is and that {your favourite member} is so hot.

“taehyung! stop it,” you’d whine at him, pouting playfully,

“but {the band/group} is so cute! i can’t even- ah! my heart,” he’d say dramatically, trying to act  like you.

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“what the hell, _____?” he’d ask, “are you okay?” he adds rushing into your shared room after the loud screaming that came from within. “what happened? why did you scream?” he questions, looking at you seeing your fine.

“{another band/group} just posted a selca all together,” you explained, showing his the picture off your phone. he’d role his eyes, and chuckle.

“im just gonna leave you to whatever you was doing, goodbye,” he’d saying, laughing whilst he did, before exiting the room.

so, there ya go!
thanks to the anon who requested this, and i really hope you liked it.

inbox - requests are open.

love ya all!
- kala
last post; boyfriend! seokjin
last react; their chubby s/o wearing something different

grace-grace-fox  asked:

Pretty sure Austria doesn't even need glasses though, he just wears them as a fashion statement. I guess if he broke his glasses he'd just never leave his room and refuse to be seen until he got a replacement pair??

Roderich: Also, the thought of accidentally sticking my finger into my eye is quite disturbing

//as much as mun finds the canon hilarious, I’ll actually like this AU of Austria to need glasses. Up to anyone’s interpretation tho!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯//

okay but I can just imagine magnus walking around for the whole of october with cat ears on because it’s halloween.