I wrote this for Taylor who knows how long ago and just completely forgot about it. While at work today I went through my old notes and found it and told myself that I had to post this today. I don’t even remember what the request was I think it was shklance were Lance is sick during a presentation. I hope this is OK I don’t know I just… I don’t know. Here ya go @taylor-tut
Lance knew he was sick. Normally he wasn’t one to admit to others, or to himself, that he wasn’t feeling well. He usually just powers through his colds, working until he can’t anymore and then he has to take a day off to recuperate if needed. But this time his breaking point was on the day of his presentation with Keith AND SHIRO.
The presentation he honest to God forgot about until the night before.
Staying up all night doing a presentation, for his personal most difficult class wasn’t a good move on Lance’s part, but there wasn’t anything he could do, other than just not doing it all.
And that’s how he got into this mess. The world spinning, in his micro biology class, sitting down in the front waiting for his turn to speak. Every bone in his body ached, it was so freaking cold, and his jacket was doing nothing to aid his shivers. Sitting was the only relief at the moment but just knowing that once Shiro was done his slide, he was going to have to stand AND READ.
Lance felt someone shake his shoulder, and he could hear his name being called in an aggravated tone. He sat up straight so fast Lance got whiplash. His world was a blue of color as he tried to reassess where he was. When did he fall asleep?
Then Keith came into focus. Keith was wearing a scowl as he looked down at Lance.
“Goddammit Lance, it’s your turn.” Keith scolded.
Lance’s didn’t say a thing as he stood up and stumbled to the front of the class, while Keith and Shiro shared a look of concern. And as Lance’s slides came on screen, their hearts dropped.
Aesthetic wise the slides were done, but the information about the experiment was all wrong. The data looked like Lance hadn’t comprehended what he had been reading the least bit. And Lance was stuttering as he spoke. His eyes squinted as he tried to read off the slides.
They didn’t know if they should step in and help, but soon Lance was done. His face was red, and not just from embarrassment. Lance mumbled out and apology and he ran out of the room, too embarrassed to look at Keith and Shiro’s faces.
Shiro and Keith haven’t heard anything from Lance for at least 10 minutes now. It was obvious Lance wasn’t on his A game and they were both extremely worried about him. They’ve called and texted, but he wasn’t answering. They’ve been wandering the school, trying every classroom they’ve come across, until they stumbled e across a locked janitors closet. The one that isn’t normally locked.
It’s Shiro that knocks on the door. "Lance, buddy are you in there?”
“No” was his only response. Keith couldn’t help the snort that came out.
“Why don’t you come on out? We have to answer questions and then we’ll be done.” Shiro tried. “You don’t even need to answer any.”
“Then you can go back to the dorms and get some rest.” Keith cut in. They didn’t really have time for this. Their grade already wasn’t looking too good.
The lock clicked and the door opened.
Everything was going well for the few minutes, until Lance started swaying on his feet. It was clear to both Keith and Shiro that Lance was much worse than they had anticipated.
“I need to sit.” Lance mumbled so quietly, Shiro almost hadn’t heard it.
“Just another minute Lance, your doing great.” Shiro tried for soothing, but it was clear it wasn’t doing much.
But then their professor had a question.
“Lance, why was the data presented on your slide different then the one Keith and Shiro had on theirs?”
Lance took a moment to process the question, and honestly he couldn’t have repeated what their professor just said.
“I–I don’t know.” Lance stuttered.
Their professor wasn’t pleased by this answer whatsoever.
“What do you mean you ‘don’t know’? That’s not an acceptable reason.” They spoke in a stern voice.
Lance face seemed to have paled even more than before and his eyes darted around the room, as if he was trying to find the acceptable answer somewhere hidden.
Before either Keith or Shiro could step in, Lance kinda just… broke. His eyes watered, and he shakily tried to give a response. His mind was so muddled and he was just so tired. It was Shiro that stepped in first. With a gentle hand to his back, he guided Lance out of the room, before he could embarrass himself. Keith waited in the hall as Shiro went to speak with the professor. Lance was still crying, slumped against Keith’s chest as he sobbed.
Keith was very out of his comfort zone. He rubbed small circles into the others back and shushed him whenever he made a choked sound. “Sorry"s and "I didn’t mean to"s were mixed in and Keith tried his best to reassure Lance, that neither of them were angry at him. They were both just extremely worried.
Getting Lance back to the dorms was a lot more difficult than they expected. The poor boy could barely walk, even though he put all his weight onto Keith. When his legs gave out, It was decided that he had to be carried and that is how Lance ended up being carried on Shiro’s back. It wasn’t exactly ideal either since Lance was pretty tall and lanky. But they eventually got there. Lance was asleep when they entered the dorm. His room was a mess, clothes and papers thrown about. Food containers littered his desk and it was odd to see the oh so tidy Lance to keep his BEDROOM of all places so… disorganized.
Shiro maneuvered Lance and set him on the bed. He placed the back of his hand to the others forehead and curse under his breath.
"What is it?” Keith asked worried
“His fevers really high.” Shiro mumbled
“You stay here with him, I’m gonna go grave some things.” Shiro said.
Keith made a worried face, and shiro knew just how anxious he felt. he placed a comforting hand on Keith’s shoulder.
“It’ll be alright. I’m just in the other room.”
Keith relaxed and nodded his head.
Keith sat down on the bed next to Lance. The others face looked uncomfortable and Keith felt powerless. It was almost on instinct that Keith’s hand found its way into Lance’s hair, combing through it in a way Keith hoped was comforting. His face instantly relaxed and he mumbled something that sorta sounded spanish. After a few minutes of petting, Lance opened his bleary eyes, and tried to blink away the fuzziness.
Shiro came in then. “Oh he’s awake.” He said as he placed a damp cloth on his forehead. Lance mumbled more words that didn’t sound English and then a very clear “I love you guys.” Made Keith and Shiro share a look of pure surprise.
But that could wait till later. Shiro still needed to get Lance to take the medicine he brought and to take his temperature.
They would definitely talk to Lance after this. They didn’t exactly want to get their hopes up, even though it was too late. They were already pretty smitten with the boy.
“It was a relationship where you never feel like you’re standing on solid ground. And that kind of a feeling brings on excitement, but also extreme
anxiety, and kind of a frantic feeling of wondering. Endless questions. And this song sounds exactly like that frantic feeling of anxiety and
questioning, but it stresses that, even if a relationship is breakable
and fragile and full of anxiety, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t
worthwhile, exciting, beautiful and all the things that we look for.“ - Taylor Swift
Imagine - Your dating Taylor Momsen and you go to see her play they play follow me down and she does the whole sexy dance thing and right after she walks off stage you grab her and have your way with her girl/girl smut.
You stood backstage watching your girlfriend play, she was so beautiful and was amazing at her shows…she always managed to kill it.
You heard follow me down, you suddenly looked up and saw Taylor glance over at you she caught you staring and smirked before blowing and kiss and starting the song whilst dancing…
You stood there getting wet as you watched her dance, it was so sexy you can’t seem to figure out how she could always be so perfect.
You watched as the soon finished, she walked over to you smirking before pulling you closer to her.
“You like that ?” She asked, you nodded, she giggled before kissing you deeply.
“Let’s go somewhere…quieter” She whispered before grabbing your hand and pulling you into a room which had her name on a plaque she shoved you in and locked the door before feeling you all over your body whilst making out with you she pushed you on the couch sucking on your neck making you moan in her mouth she cupped you breasts before pulling your top off.
She sucked on one whilst playing with her casually looking up at you to see how much pleasure you were having, she moved her hands to your jeans whilst kissing down your stomach she undid the zipper and started to tug them off of you, you helped her push them off.
She kissed up your thighs to your wetness and slowly flicked the folds with her tongue, you moaned as you started to grip on the arm of the couch she started to suck and stuck a finger inside going at a slow pace but giving you so much pleasure she stuck another finger in and the pace started to pick up she moved up to your face and kissed you softly before pulling her fingers out of you.
“Why’d you stop ?” You asked, she lifted your leg over hers in a scissor position you moaned.
“So I could do this…” She told you as you both moved moving together, you both moaned she moved faster and you screamed in pleasure.
“Don’t you dare cum without me !” She yelled whilst moaning as you both hit each other.
“T-taylor…I c-can’t stop it” You moaned, she hit faster moaning in pleasure you both screamed and finally your juices spread other one anothers areas.
“Ugh fuck !” Taylor yelled before making her way up to kiss you hard.
“I love you so much” She told you whilst kissing you hard.