Okay, so whoops. This was just a big giant accidental mistake on Lance’s part. Whoopsy fucking daisy. Lance probably should’ve stopped, or maybe even taken the time to realize who the hell he was talking to, but he didn’t.
Lance has never really been one to finish what he’s started. He leaves unfinished food lying around, only colors half the page, and often finds himself bored with an activity once he’s involved. Although, the thing Lance can never seem to stop doing, is run his mouth. It’s not his fault, it’s really not. But once the vocabulary begins, the word vomit just keeps coming.
So yeah, when Lance walked up to the beautiful girl with shiny skin, bright eyes, long black hair, and a nice ass, he really wasn’t expecting Keith to turn around.
They’d all been dressed up for this mission. Allura had given them all a huge, fabulous fucking makeover. Apparently they were trying to make a good impression on this planet, which happened to be absolutely thriving with pretty aliens. And god Lance had been so down for that. Lance himself was feeling pretty damn fine. His hair was messy but in a good way, and he had on some kind of alien makeup that made his face glow and his eyelids dark. The shirt was loose and cropped. The white, flowy material cuffed at his wrists and half way down his ribs. He felt like a cloud, but a hot cloud. It was paired with high waisted blue (jean? legging? weird alien material that made his ass 10/10?) booty shorts. He’d been ecstatic when he walked out and saw Pidge in a knee length, green sundress. She was honestly the cutest fucking person. And he’d gone on and on about Hunk’s amazing sunflower crown. He honestly couldn’t wait to see Shiro and Allura. He guessed they looked gorgeous and he bet if he stood next to them, his bisexual radar would go off the fucking charts. He pouted unabashedly when he’d been told they’d gone ahead to scout, and that Keith wasn’t too far behind. But he just went with the flow of things, landing on the alien planet with plans already being planned out.
When he’d seen the bright red sweater crop top thrown over tight, faux leather (or he’d thought so, but alien planet and all) black leggings, completed with adorable white high tops, he’d let his eyes take her all in. He took in the sleek, shiny shoulder length black hair, and the way the pale skin was reflecting the bright lights of what Lance assumed was an alien club. The way her violet eyes shone as she flashed him a smug smirk that made his stomach flutter.
Lance had taken the grin as an invitation, and waltzed over to the alien babe leaning against the bar with slick words already finding their way through his teeth.
“So do you…” his words trailed quietly as soon as all the features of the face he was looking at sunk in. But he’d started talking, and he knew wasn’t going to stop. He guessed he didn’t realize it was Keith because of how soft he looked, all the sharp edges somehow dulled by Allura’s charms. Keith was looking at him as if he was expecting something, and raised an eyebrow at him, signaling for him to continue. “Do you come here often?” he finished lamely.
Keith burst into a fit of laughter. He threw his head back and just laughed. Lance giggled a bit as well, considering their situation.
Keith leaned toward Lance and rested his chin on his hands.
“No I, I can’t say that I do,” Keith’s words sounded softer, too. Was Keith indulging him?
Lance must’ve looked as lost as he felt because Keith’s eyebrows furrowed and he scooted away from him before downing a glowing, blue shot of something strange.
“You should know, dumbass.” Keith’s voice even less Keith-y than before. He eyed Lance’s expression before waving him off. “Whatever, I’m a little tipsy.”
Lance realized that must explain the flirty smile from earlier. When he couldn’t think of a response, he did what he did best when it comes to Keith: he created a competition.
The ‘I bet I can drink more than you.’ slipped out of his mouth before he even considered what kind of consequences they could face from drinking weird, alien, alcoholic beverages.
He could hear the gears churning in Keith’s head. “Okay, but you have to catch up with me; I’ve already had three of these shots.”
And so here they were, dancing wildly to some upbeat alien song. Lance’s mouth just kept moving, and he was less conscious of it now than he’d been 7 drinks ago. Neither of them knew what he was even blabbing about. Every conversation ended with a “I’m just like, yeah, yanno?” and Keith nodding despite either of them knowing anything.
They must’ve been in there for longer than they thought, because Shiro walked in to take them back on the ship. He paused before approaching them, and Lance realized how close him and Keith were. They were basically grinding, and Keith was chugging something orange. Lance had stopped drinking a while ago, afraid he would puke. Keith must be fucking wasted.
“You guys ready to head out of here?” Shiro yelled over the blaring music.
“Never!” Keith shouted and took another shot off a tray that happened to be floating by.
Shiro glared at him, then switched his gaze over to Lance, who’s immediate response was to blink blearily while explaining that he thought Keith was an alien.
Shiro probably didn’t understand a single word of the slurred gibberish exiting his lips, but he couldn’t stop.
When they did make it back to the castle, they stumbled through the doors chanting that dumb alien song that had been playing when they’d left. Pidge hurried to their room, grumbling about how tired they were of Lance’s shit. Hunk attempted to tell them goodnight before giving up and leaving them to wander in the halls alone. Shiro, Allura, and Coran had remained behind to confirm everything and tie up any loose ends with the leaders of the pretty planet.
Lance was on Keith’s back yelling things like “Tally-ho!” and “Onward!” and pointing in the general direction of his room every time he yelled, but it was taking them twice as long to reach the destination than it usually takes Lance. When Lance got bored of pointing, he started pulling the flimsy red sweater off of Keith’s shoulder and left sloppy kisses on the exposed skin. Keith laughed a little when Lance licked a certain spot on his neck because of the way his breath and tongue tickled him.
“I’m really drunk,” Lance said against Keith’s shoulder.
“I’m drunker,” Keith replied.
When they finally reached Lance’s room, Lance jumped off Keith’s back and stumbled on the floor to catch himself, arms flailing. He didn’t really remember how to open the door, but his fingers seemed to move by muscle memory as they repeated the sequence to allow their entrance. Lance entered first, plopping on his bed before removing everything except his boxers. Keith did the same before throwing himself on top of Lance. They were already half asleep with Keith asked, “Do you come here often?”
They both erupted into a burst of drunken cackling before Lance replied, “S’m'room, dumbass.”
When they woke up, neither said anything. They were both sporting well sized hangovers, and their current position under Lance’s covers wasn’t helping the state of their heads.
“Want to stay here and sleep all day?” Lance asked when he could finally open his eyes, voice sounding croaky.
“Sounds like a goddamn plan,” Keith replied and buried his face farther into Lance’s neck.
“You’re really pretty,” Lance blurted after a near hour of silently staring at Keith, thinking he might still be a little drunk.
Keith planted a kiss on his jawline. “Go the fuck back to sleep, Lance.”
It’s been a long time since Eva went on a date with a man who seemed to be genuinely interested in having an actual romantic relationship with her, and she honestly didn’t expect Carlos would be that guy, considering they met when she gave him a paid lap dance. However, he turned out to be sweet, gracious and incredibly kindhearted fella who went as far as resting flowers on her car when she was at work- but still, she was frightened, mostly for having the fear of letting him down. Considering the two apparently go way back, the woman was scared of the moment when he’ll learn she’s not the same person she once was and will eventually leave her out of not living up to his expectations.
So, for their second date, Eva tried her best to not look cheap; mixing and matching a black, jeweled crop top with faux leather pants and a pair of red heels while slightly laying off the makeup, she was able to look almost graceful; Gothic, perhaps, but graceful. She purposefully didn’t schedule their date on a work night, so they won’t have a time limit, and even put the house in order in case he’ll come in, though by the time he was supposed to pick her up she waited for him outside in order to not waste any time, especially because Carlos told her he’s planning something special. When she saw his car coming from a distance, she took a deep breath and let out a sigh of tension. As he came closer she smiled and waved at him, waiting for him to pause. “Hey.” She grinned as she opened the car door and sat by his side. “I won’t lie; I’ve been waiting for this all day.” She stated, openhearted.
[image caption: two photos of me, a nonbinary indian wheelchair user with pink and blue hair wearing blue-grey lipstick, a black strappy crop top, a black faux leather skirt, and thigh high socks with white frills. The first photo is a close up of my face, while the second is taken farther away with one leg drawn over the side of my chair and my hands rested in front of me.]
I hope you like this update, it’s a pretty long one. I might go back through and edit things again, but I really just wanted to make sure I got something posted today before I go into work so this is pretty rough! Enjoy guys! Also I love receiving messages from you guys and I try to get back to everyone of them. I have some in my inbox right now, but later on tonight I’ll be able to answer them! <3
“Can anyone tell me the three branches of government in the US?” The teacher calls out to the class. The class is silent. “It was in the assigned reading from last night.”
The class is still silent, you are sitting, staring out the dusty window chewing on a pen, and not paying attention. Eyes are locked on the Lacrosse field which you can see from the room. A deep sigh falls out of your mouth. The image of the night sky with a freckle of stars was happily dancing around in your head. You close your eyes and can almost feel the flannel blanket behind your back that you would be laying on top of. A hand would grab yours and you would look away from the sky and meet the green eyes of the boy beside you. Brett. He props onto his side on the blanket and looks down at you. Another sigh dropped from your mouth only this time a yawn trailed behind it. You go back to chewing your pen and imaging Brett smiling at you. His mouth opens and speaks.
“Miss (yln),” A voice calls out, but didn’t sound like Brett. “Miss (y/n)!”
The person behind you kicks the back of your desk and you head falls off the hand you were resting it on. The pen drops out of your mouth and onto the floor. Angrily you snap your head towards the desk behind you. Brett was lounging back in his seat with a smirk across his lips. His long legs had made it capable for him to kick the back of your desk.
“Seriously?” You almost shout at Brett. “Come on Brett!”
Brett purses his lips and nods his head for you to turn around. You snarl at him.
“That’s cute.” He whispers then nods for you to turn around again.
“That’s cute.” You mock.
“Miss (yln)!” The teacher yells. You snap your head toward the front and there was your teacher standing in front of your desk with crossed arms. “Miss (yln) since you have been looking out the window and not paying attention to class would you please answer the question that your peers couldn’t answer?”
“Could you possibly repeat the question, sir?” You asked feeling embarrassed.
“What are the branches of Government in the US?” He asks.
“Executive, Legislative, and Judicial,” You say. “We learned this in elementary school in social studies. Nothing new.”
The teacher goes back to the board and writes them down along with descriptions of what they do and their importance. Brett kicks the back of your desk again and you quickly grab his leg and squeezed it. Your claws extend out slightly. He leans in and you turn you head toward him. He squints his eyes.
“What are you a teacher’s pet?” He asks then his voice becomes mocking. “Everyone learned this in elementary school.”
“No I just know things from elementary school.”
“Want to let go of my leg before I grab something of yours?” He asks then licks his lips.
You shrug and let got of his leg.
After class you rush out and Malia runs to your side. She’s smiling widely and is jolting from excitement. Lydia and Kira walk up behind her caring their math books. Lydia shakes her head, but smiles.
“So I have an idea,” Malia’s brows go up and down. “An idea for all of us to go have some fun for a change.”
You: Boring, replaceable, wearing your khaki’s and a shirt from Walmart that’s obviously some hammed up version of a quote no one even thinks about.
Me: Eternal, ethereal, unequal, riding out in a motorcycle wearing denim booty shorts, black steel toe boots, a flannel shirt flowing into the wind with nothing but a faux leather crop top and my suspenders under with my choker on my neck. Hair tussled by the wind, when I pass the men look up, the women shudder, the children gape, and the husbands revel to even gaze my way.
I leave, my home lay far into the forest, where naught but the demons and wolves stay.
Who am I? You ask, your cappuccino spilling onto your disastrous shirt as you watch.
please watch them before reading the imagine but now let me give you a little background. This imagine is basically a body positive imagine because I know so many people, myself included, that try so fucking hard every day to love themselves and love the body they were given but fail. But you know what I have to say to that? Fuck society and every single fucking standard it’s put in my head about how I should and my body should look. I’m a big girl and I accept that. You’re small girl, rock that body! You’re a big girl? Rock that body! You don’t have curves? Who the fuck cares! You to many curves? You are still beautiful. Your body is yours and nobody or nothing should make you hate it. I love every single one of you exactly how you are and if you are ever, and I mean EVER feeling bad about yourself come to me okay? Because I love you so much. Now that my rant is over lets get to the imagine.
“how does @skatemaloley let @y/t/n leave the house wearing the clothes she wears”
“honestly nate deserves better than @y/t/n”
“i swear @y/t/n loves to post the sluttiest pictures”
“the amount of ‘self confidence” y/n has makes her so ugly”
“@skatemaloley i would actually act a way you would be proud of”
“I heard @y/t/n parties more than nate and we all know he parties hard”
“heard miss innocent actually has a very wild past @y/t/n”
Sometimes, more often than not, the tweets I see directed at me really do effect me but I hate letting anyone know that. I set my phone down and look at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a short faux leather skirt with a maroon lace crop top and my favorite leather jacket that I had owned since I was sixteen. Tonight one of my good friends Maggie was throwing a party and I wanted to let go of my innocent girl act I always put on whenever I went out with Nate.
“Fuck them Y/N. You’re hot” I say to myself, mustering as much fake confidence I can and walk out of my closet. Nate’s eyes widen at the sight of me and he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“Damn lil mama. How did I get so fucking lucky?” he breathes as he places hungry kisses on my neck. I giggle before pushing him away.
“Let’s go. We’re gonna be late to the party.” I smile.
“Um are you sure you wanna wear that? I mean you look so fucking sexy but..” he trails off.
“What are you trying to say?” I ask him, all the tweets popping into my head.
“Well you know what people say.” he says seriously and that’s when the flashback starts.
2 years ago..
“Y/N are you really gonna wear that? Out?” my mom says, before I can get out the door.
“Yeah mom, I really am.” I answer.
“It makes you look like you’re asking for it.” she says harshly, leaving me standing at the door to stunned to move.
“No Nate. I don’t know what they say. Care to inform your GIRLFRIEND why you are letting criticism from others affect how you look at her ?” I say angrily, emphasizing the word girlfriend.
“Woah Y/N don’t get all defensive. It’s just when I let you go out like that it reflects back on me” he says defensively.
“When you LET me? You may be my boyfriend but you don’t let me do anything. I let myself do what I want but I have enough respect for you and our relationship to make sure you’re comfortable with things I do. And let me remind you, my body is mine.” I growl, leaving the room. I rush down the stairs and grab my keys, heading to my car. I give one of my good friends Amanda, also know as makeupbymandy24, a call.
“Are you coming out tonight Y/N?” she whined.
“Hell yeah I am!” I smirked.
“Looking hot? You sound confident as hell” she laughs,
“I’ll be there soon!!” I laugh, hanging up the phone.
I arrived at one of my good friend Maggie’s party and went inside. She screamed as she saw me and ran over.
“Babe you look so hot!” she yells over the music.
“Thank you! So do you!” I yell back and we began to dance. A few of our friends come over and we all begin to dance. I felt hands find their way to my hips as some random guy began to grind against me. Maggie gave me a look and I just shrugged and started to grind back. After a few seconds I heard my friend Teala start to yell, “Fuck yeah, wild Y/N is back!” and I couldn’t help but laugh. Turning around to face the guy, I wrapped my hand around his neck and started to grind against him slowly. I looked over his shoulder as I heard a guy shout “Nate man! Didn’t think you were coming out!” Nate’s eyes scanned the room, clearly looking for me when we made eye contact. I smirked as I saw him become jealous at the sight of me and the guy. He started to make his way over just as Becky G’s song Can’t Stop Dancing started blasting. I looked over at Amanda, noticing she had put the song on and she sent me a small smirk. I started singing at the top of my lungs, dancing around and making a fool of myself. A circle of people started to form and I realized I was in the middle. I started to move my body to the beat, noticing Nate on the outskirts of the circle, eyes dark and staring at me. Someone pulled me into their arms and I looked up to see Nate.
“Are you fucking kidding? Did you not think I wouldn’t show up? I saw that photo on Maggie’s snapchat of you with that guy” he growled in my ear.
“Oops” I smirk, starting to walk away from him but he pulls me back and pins me to wall.
“Don’t walk away, lil mama” he mumbles and pulling me to the dance floor, starting to grind against me. God, he was so angry and his eyes were filled with so much lust I could feel myself getting weak. I would not let myself show him though. I would be in charge when we got home. Not him.
A/N: smutty part two maybe?? was this even any good?? I just kinda went with it so yeah. love y’all
Today, Neika, her sister and I went downtown to go to a bar that gives away free crawfish; also to film for Neika’s Fashion video, which will be out soon. BE ON THE LOOK OUT. Even though I am allergic to any shellfish, I decided to tag along anyway to take pictures. I wore my faux leather crop top, new FAVORITE high waisted shorts, and Neika’s white chucks. They may look dirty; but they tell a story :)