moon or stars? roses or sunflowers? autumn or spring? sunrise or sunset? fairy lights or lanterns? snow or thunder? cold or hot? boats or planes? velvet or lace? pastels or darks? gold or silver? late walks or midnight drives? camouflage or contrast? summer or winter? violets or daisies? balloons or streamers?
I just thought of this, but what if one night, Lance just breaks down and is sobbing to himself and he’s looking at himself in his helmet, saying out loud everything he hates about himself and how worthless he feels and like “you’re not good enough”, without knowing that the helmet com was on, and everybody in their rooms just heard something from their helmets, not knowing what (say it’s like late after a battle and everybody doesn’t have the energy to take off the armour) it is and then they hear. Hunk is crying, Pidge is about to break down, Shiro feels so guilty because why didn’t he notice before or pay more attention, Keith is just in shock, Allura is on the verge of tears, and Coran is already making way to lances room. Lance realises his com is on and freaks the fuck out. Coran goes in there and just holds Lance, then the rest of the team come, Hunk being the first just sobbing out apologies and hugging him. This could end two ways, very happy yes yes wee haw, or sad because Lance is like “oh wow I can’t even suffer right”
I was talking with @lovelylangst and this just popped in my very sad mind so like here take it
Question… why do Sims YouTubers romanticize “teen mom” challenges?
Like okay I get that it’s a unique type of gameplay challenge but damn, Alpha Haired Abigail and her Heartbreaker Jock boyfriend Brayden here should not be living in an expensive lavishly decorated apartment with their cute toddler son named Kieran
Summary: A phone call at 3 A.M. was unexpected, especially when it was Chris using Lin’s cellphone to tell you something very important.
Pairing: Lin x reader
A/N: Take a wild guess where I got the inspiration for this one.
“Lin?” you whispered into your phone, extremely confused. You heard a lot of shuffling and muffled laughter. Maybe he accidentally butt-dialed you? …But at three in the morning?
“Lin.” You called a little louder, hoping that he would hear you. You strained your ears, hoping to catch some of the furious whispers passing through the line. You were more confused than ever when you heard: “Give it back!”, “It’s not funny!”, and “Oh relax. She’s probably too tired to remember this in the morning anyways.”
Okay, they were definitely talking about you.
“Hello? Lin?” you repeat, patience wearing thin.
Just before you decided to hang up and go back to bed, the smooth voice of Chris stopped you.
“Hi, it’s Chris!” he said cheerfully, voice slurred. It was a tell-tale sign that he was drunk.
“Hi. Can I help you?” you asked dryly, confused at why exactly you were talking to him on Lin’s phone.
“I just wanted to tell you, that my buddy here, Lin, likes you. He’s was too much of a wuss to tell you so I – ow! Shit Lin, that hurts!”
You heard more muffled sounds and struggling.
“I, um. Hi,” the breathless voice of Lin greeted you, and you bit back a laugh. “We’ve been drinking.”
“Yes, I can tell,” you drawled, rolling over to your side and bringing a hand up to cover the smile on your lips, “care to explain what Chris just told me?”
“Pining. I’ve been pining. And all I’ve been doing is whining. To Chris, to Lac, to my Uber driver. Damn, I really wanna take you out to this really fucking cool diner. Tomorrow night. Let’s go grab a bite. So say yes, alright?”
You laughed so hard that you snorted, tears in your eyes as you listened to him freestyling. “Lin,” you gasped, “that was magical.”
“Fuck, I’m so drunk,” he groaned, “I’m going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages,” you whispered, your smile so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.
“I’m so stu - wait, what? Are you serious?” he yelled, “Holy shit, guys! She said yes!”
You heard multiple shouts from his end of the phone, making you realize that there was no way that Chris was the only person with him. You pressed the phone closer to your ear, laughing when you heard someone exclaim victoriously that Lin finally grew a pair of balls.
“I - I gotta go, they want celebratory shots? I don’t understand what’s happening right now. But I do know that I like you. A lot. Don’t forget that we have a date tomorrow.”
And with that, he hung up.
You laid in bed, dumbfounded and ecstatic.
When it all sank in, you did a small dance in bed and buried your face in your pillow, hoping that your roommates didn’t hear your giddy giggles.