WELL. HERE YA GO. (I like writing it too) Mwahaha :)
Never Let Me Go:
Az had been broken for years. Decades. Centuries. Ever since the day he was forced to stay in that cell. He had never been allowed to fly. To train. His illyrian instincts would scream at him every day but he could never let them out. He had never, ever felt free. During those years he had never felt the wind whipping against his wings. Had never felt what it was like to run, to smile… to laugh. Had never. Ever. Felt free.
You can read this with slight klangst if you want!
Lance groaned as he lifted his head off the ground, everything hurt and Lance slowly looked at his surroundings. He was on some sort of planet, that definitely wasn’t Earth, and he stared at the giant Blue lion that was laying a couple hundred meters away from him.
Is that a giant lion? Judging from where I’m located and the lion is located I must have come from inside that ship? Lance attempted to stand up but pain consumed him and he fell right back down on the purple grass. What type of place has purple grass?
Lance laid in complete silence his head throbbing and his muscles screaming out in pain whenever he moved them slightly. After a few minutes of Lance attempting to remember how he got in this situation he heard someone calling his name.
“Lance? Lance? Are you okay?” A low panic voice came through Lance’s helmet and Lance groaned in pain from the noise.
“Keith calm down, Pidge has the Blue Lion on our scanners, he can’t be far from her.” Another low voice came over Lance’s helmet and Lance threw the helmet off his head. Everything was too loud and Lance didn’t know who these people were or how they knew his name.
How do they know me? I don’t recognize them at all, and what the fuck is a Pidge?
Lance felt his heart race increase when he saw more giant lions fall down from the sky. Lance had no idea what they were but they landed next to the Blue lion and were those people coming out of them? Lance could barely keep his eyes open and he eventually let sleep consume him just as he heard footsteps get closer.
About a week later Lance fell out of the pod and was immediately caught by Hunk.
“LANCE! You’re finally awake!” Hunk hugged his best friend tighter, ignoring the confused sounds Lance was making.
Lance felt like he couldn’t breathe and used all of his strength to push back against the person who was hugging him. “Get off me!” After what felt like eternity the person let Lance go and he slumped to the floor.
Lance looked around the room and saw six strange looking people that were looking at him like they knew him and that he was crazy for pushing that guy away from him and screaming at him.
“Lance are you alright?” A ginger haired man with a huge moustache approached him with concern in his eyes.
Lance looked at the man who was speaking to him. “Who are you?”
Lance was sitting what was apparently his bedroom with the man he now knew as Coran. He was escorted here after a raven haired boy started to scream and the man who hugged him broke down crying.
“So you are telling me that you don’t know any of the people in this place?” Coran questioned as he stared at Lance intently.
Lance shook his head no, “should I?”
“Yes, we’ve been living together for a few months now. You knew Hunk and Pidge back at the Garrison. Shiro was your hero and Keith was your rival.” Coran counted off his fingers as he listed the different thing Lance should know.
Lance was destroying his brain thinking about what Coran was saying but everything seemed like new information. “I’m sorry, I just don’t remember any of it.”
Coran sighed and stood up from where he was sitting. “Stay here, I’ll get you some food and we can discuss ways to jog your memory.”
Lance watched the older man exit his room and placed his head in his hands. I don’t know what I should know. Who are these people? Why am I with them? What purpose do I serve with them? Lance kept his head in his hands and stayed in his room even when he heard the same raven hair boy yelling down the hallways and other people telling him to calm down.
AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut.
Anono requested: idk if you’re taking requests, but if you are, there’s this gif of peter when he’s talking to liz and he says “this is really important to you” so idk. just do something based off of him saying that if it’s not too hard. thank you
(i could not find the gif you were talking about, so let’s just pretend this gif of tom dancing is the right one)
“I don’t know if I can do this.” You muttered softly, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in your dress. “Let’s just cancel this, I can’t do it.” Your eyes were welled up with tears as you turned towards your best friend. Peter took hold of your shoulders and took a deep breath, signalling for you to do it as well.
“It’s going to be fine, Y/N. Trust me. This is really important to you, I know you know that and don’t just want to give it up.” He stated calmly, his voice soothing your jittery nerves.
“I know but, how do I know that I won’t mess up?” You began to lose your breath again as you spoke, a tear falling down your cheek.
“You might mess up, but it happens!” Peter exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. “Just keep charging through. This is a once in a lifetime chance, you can’t just back down from something that you want. You need to grab it by the horns head on, Y/N.” You nodded into his shoulder and pulled back, wiping your eyes.
“Okay. I can do this.” You whispered to yourself, glancing towards Peter for comfort and confidence. He had an excited expression blanketing his face as he watched you.
“You can do this! You’re Y/N Y/L/N, you can do anything that you put your mind to. Now go out there and conquer the bull.” You eyes widened at his pep talk.
“W-Wait,” you stuttered out in fear, “there’s a bull?” Peter tilted his head in confusion and shook his head.
“No, no, that was just a metaphor. There’s no bull.” His lips tilted up into a side smile as he gave you another hug and a peck on the forehead. “You’ve got this.”
“I’ve got this.” And with that mantra, you went out there and grabbed the metaphorical bull by the horns, as Peter had put it.