I'm Going To Tell You A Secret

anonymous asked:

Keith and Lance are sitting on a couch together, asking each other questions, getting to know each other. Lance: "Alright Keith let's get serious, what's your deepest, darkest secret?you go first and I'll tell mine." Keith, blushing: "I'm in love, with someone who might actually be the most beautiful being on this planet, who makes jokes, and isn't afraid to be a fool but is ultimately the heart of the team, Lance I love you." Lance: "I am the author of My Immortal"

Okay, this is actually the worst ask I’ve ever gotten.


“Let’s say I have less ups and downs in my life. I mean, I’m not gonna lie. I had some pretty good times throughout all of my life, but I also was kind of like, a spinning wheel in many respects. Life seemed to be a series of random events for me. Sometimes I was ecstatically happy, and sometimes I was depressed. I seemed to be a bit more careless with people back in those days, and not very nice. I don’t miss being an idiot. I just feel like I know so much more than I ever did before. And sometimes I say to myself ‘what was I thinking before I was thinking?’. But I won’t say I didn’t have any fun. But you know, sometimes fun is overrated.”

instead of “Ask me”, i want you to tell me your story

Tell me about 

  • Why you’re single?
  • How’s your relationship going?
  • What do you dream about at night?
  • The book you’re reading?
  • What are you afraid of?
  • Your favorite song?
  • A poem or song lyric that stuck in your head,
  • The cute stranger you saw today
  • Your secret crush
  • What would you do if money wasn’t an issue?
  • Where would you travel if you had a chance?
  • What is your deepest desire?
  • Do you believe in magic?
  • Tell me a ghost story?
  • What is the weirdest thing that has happened to you?
  • What is troubling you at the moment? 
  • Your favorite person?
  • What are you crazy about?
  • What are you excited about?
  • What are your plans for the future? 
  • Anything really.

Flood my ask with messages, i promise to reply to each and everyone.


“They never let you be famous and happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret: I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it. Because you’re the reason. Swear it.”

“I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.

“I swear it,” he echoed. We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned. “I feel like I could eat the world raw.”