Something that will make me cry. Shiro and Lance, platonic, but adding Lance's whole like hero thing and how Shiro always chose keith. Please.
My dude, pal, friendo… idk if this’ll make you cry, but I did my best to put some feels in here.
Takes place before the team departs for the Weblum and Beta Traz missions respectively.
Look, Lance gets it. Shiro and Keith have history. They know each other like brothers, like the very stars surrounding the castle ship at night. If Lance was being totally honest he’d say that they have the strongest bond of anyone on the team.
That doesn’t make it hurt any less when Lance stands to the side as Hunk and Pidge share their anxiety. He used to fit in with them, once upon a time, but venturing into the vast void of space had changed things. Perhaps once upon a time it wouldn’t have hurt Lance so much to watch his hero wrap Keith in a warm, knowing hug. But that was then and this is now, and it’s tearing Lance apart.
He knows that the team considers him family, so why does he feel so lost? He knows that if he were to ask Shiro for a hug that he’d probably get it, but he can’t bring himself to do that.
Shiro’s his hero. Lance can’t be that guy, y’know, the one who begs for Shiro’s attention every second of every day. He knows that the attention and the praise would feed his soul, but he has a sinking feeling that asking for anything of the sort would invalidate the entire interaction because he asked for it, and Shiro’s a good guy who would do anything to help his team.
Maybe that’s why it hurts so much to watch him go back to Keith time and time again. Because Keith doesn’t have to ask like Lance does, doesn’t have to do anything other than be himself to get Shiro’s praise and attention. Maybe that’s why.
But if Lance is being totally honest with himself, that’s not the reason it hurts. No, it hurts because he knows that Keith has Shiro’s favor because he’s better than Lance. It’s obvious, really. Keith has always been one step ahead of Lance, first at the Garrison, then in rescuing Shiro out in the desert, and now in fighting an alien war in space. There’s no doubt in Lance’s mind now; it’s been long enough for even him to figure this out.
And hell, could he have chosen a worse time to tear himself apart? Seriously, Lance needs to pull himself together before they depart for Beta Traz. He can feel Blue’s comforting presence in the back of his mind, but it’s not doing wonders for his self esteem. Maybe…
They’re about to leave. He has to do something to get his mind off of this. Something- anything at all to occupy his mind. And then- “How bout a kiss for good luck?” it’s out before he really knows what’s happening, though he should have expected that, his thoughts are usually coming out his mouth before he has any time to process them. It’s as good a distraction as he’s bound to get, anyway.
Who was he kidding? If Allura actually did kiss him Lance would be on top of the moon- he’d be invincible, unstoppable as he took Blue to Beta Traz.
It really shouldn’t have been a surprise that they made him kiss the mouse, but it helped. For now his thoughts were on that whiskery kiss and the teasing he would be subject to later. And that’s something safe, something familiar. He can handle that until the thoughts come back.
hi. omg it took me ages to write this and idek why. it’s not the best, it’s actually really short and the reason why it’s like that is because i felt like i was dragging it out tooooooooo long and that just makes stuff not enjoyable. i’m sorry i took ages and it’s not even up to standards smh but i really wanted to give you guys somet!! if you have any ideas regarding what i should write about next, preferably not something that i will take ages to write lmao, then please leave them in the message box thing. ummmm, not much else to say so i hope you’s kinda like it? you don’t have to, you can tell me if it’s shite lmao. also i’m really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, i didn’t proof read bc i wanted it out for you lads as soon as i could! OH ONE MORE QUESTION. do you’s prefer longer or shorter one shots? just so when it comes to writing them i have an idea of what to include and stuff. lotta love, xoxo -b
I was in the shower for probably at least 45 minutes after I woke up
from the longest nap ever. It wasn’t my intention to stay in bed until 6 pm
however I couldn’t do anything about it. I was tired and although I knew that
it didn’t help my jetlag at all I just slept anyway.
Once I was out of the shower, dry and feeling comfortable in my pair of
black leggings and baggy shirt I laid back down on the bed. My phone was
charging which confused me for a minute because I didn’t remember putting it on
the bed side table or even taking it out of my pocket. Then I suddenly realised
that it must have been Harry who put me to bed properly and sorted my stuff out
Sighing, I took my phone off of the charger and pressed the middle
button which caused the screen to light up. As I scrolled down on the locked
screen I saw a whole lot of messages from my mum, my dad, and my mates and if I
saw correctly even Harry’s name popped up as well.
I didn’t pay much attention to them because as soon as I unlocked my
phone I somehow instantly forgot about the messages. After I finished my daily
routine of going through all of my social media accounts which mainly consisted
of Instagram and Twitter I decided it was time to show my face. And to be
honest, I was rather bored as well. Not to mention my hunger which didn’t seem
Although when I got downstairs I found myself on my own, it was as if I
was the only one living here. I didn’t know where Harry was though he probably
told me about it in his text which I never read. Oh well – I thought as I made my way towards the kitchen and opened
up the fridge door. It was full of food.
But it was full of healthy food.
Then I found some chocolate yogurt and a smile creeped its way onto my
lips. I took it out of the fridge without any hesitation, taking a spoon out of
the drawers as well then sat down on the bar stool chairs. My eyes were
probably shining like the stars on a night sky while my mouth was watering but
just as I was about to eat the first spoonful of desert, Harry stumbled in the
First I thought he was drunk or something but then I saw the bags in his
hands. His sunglasses were low on his nose, it was about to fall off actually,
his shirt was wide open on his chest and his jeans were hanging down on his
waist as well.
Basically, he was a mess.
I raised my eyebrows as I put the spoon in my mouth and ate what was on
it, not minding one bit that he just came back. He didn’t seem bothered and he
sure as hell wasn’t expecting me to actually get up because he knew me too
“Are you still hungry?” he asked me a few minutes later when I had
finished my yogurt. He was still putting the things he bought away and right up
until the question slipped past his lips, we were both extremely quiet.
Maybe a bit too quiet.
“Umm,” I muttered as I turned around with my chair, leaning back on the
counter with my elbows. “Depends what you bought.”
“Just some stuff,” he shrugged then when he turned around he looked at
me with a questioning look on his face. Arching my brow, which seemed to be the
only facial expression I’ve shown since I woke up, I waited for him to carry on
but instead he just looked away while messing with the shopping bags.
“Why are you being so awkward?” I asked him finally, a laugh escaping my
lips although I didn’t find the situation funny.
“I’m not being awkward. I don’t know what you’re on about,” he scoffed.
“The jetlag must be hitting you and your little nap probably didn’t help you.”
“Are you seriously gonna be acting like a dick to me because I was moody
on the way back from the airport?” my voice got stronger and louder as I stayed
sat down. I tried not to let my emotions show on my face but I totally failed.
I always did so I wasn’t surprised. “I’m so
sorry I was tired, hungry and stressed.”
“Well, I was tired, hungry and stressed as well yet I put a smile on my
face because I finally got to see you after ages.”
“I’m sorry you felt like that, okay? And I didn’t ask you to force a
smile on your face, hell, I-, I don’t even know-, gosh, do we really have to
“I’m not arguing-,”
“Well then shut your mouth and give me a hug. You didn’t hug me since
that awkward one at the airport where everyone was looking.”
A sigh left his mouth as he looked to the side. I saw as he swallowed
then shut his eyes and let another sigh out before he concentrated on me with
his eyes again.
“Okay, don’t give me a hug then, that’s fine too,” I gave up as I
slipped off of the chair. I chucked the spoon in the sink then did the same to
the empty yogurt box.
“Baby, look-,” he started to talk as I was about to leave the kitchen
but his voice stopped me. I didn’t turn around, hoping he’d carry on with what
he wanted to say but the room was dead silent.
“Do you want me to stay here at all or should I just get my shit and
“Listen, I’m sorry-,”
“I am, I just-, I’m stressed, and I don’t know where my head’s at. I
have my first solo performance in like hours, well, tomorrow night, but still.
I’m nervous as hell and it didn’t help that I made you so angry when we were in
“I know you’re stressed and I know how it feels to be like that. You
feel like you’re lost as if there’s no way out and you’re just stuck in one
place. You don’t know what to do to get over yourself and your problems until
you have a big crying session or talk it out with someone. So I don’t think it
helps that you’re so distant, and that you made me so angry? When? You were
being nice to me and I just flipped because I was not in the mood. You did
“Well, then why do I feel like I upset you? You said I was being awkward
then I was acting like a dick towards you just now. What am I supposed to
think?” his voice was desperate and lost, my heart suddenly started to ache for
him and my actions spoke louder than my words could.
As I walked back to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged
him tightly, making sure I did my best to collect all of his pieces that were
not stuck together to make him his perfect self. I absolutely hated seeing him
in a bad shape and no matter what he did or did not do I couldn’t just stand
there and let him be.
Which might not be always beneficial and it may make me look absolutely
weak when it comes to him I had to accept it.
Almost right as I hugged him, his arms wrapped around my neck and his
head rested on top of mine, making sure our bodies basically moulded into one.
“I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered into my hair, his
soft voice full of emotions making my heart beat faster and goose bumps arise
on my arms.
“I love you and please don’t say that. You’re not a mess.”
“I am a mess though and you know it too,” he sighed as he slightly
pulled away, shoving one of his hands through this short hair.
“Well then in that case, you are my
mess,” I winked at him as I got on the tip of my toes to press a light kiss
on his lips.
He smiled which made me smile and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms
around his neck this time and jump into his arms. Thankfully, he held on to me
so I didn’t fall, a soft chuckle leaving his irresistible lips while his eyes
were shining brighter than anything I have ever seen before.
“I’m sorry about my attitude before,” I told him as I hid my face in the
crook of his neck. My grip was tight on him, my fingers formed into a fist as I
locked my arms around Harry’s neck.
“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said and he suddenly started to walk
out of the kitchen.
We didn’t go far, just to the couch in the living room where he sat down
with me in his arms then I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs on each
side of his waist.
“So you’ll come and see me, right?” he asked me a few minutes after he was
just staring at me but not in a creepy way. He did that sometimes and I didn’t
mind it because I knew he gave me his full attention and I loved it.
Now that might have sounded uptight and kind of selfish, it was the
truth plus I didn’t mean it in that sense.
“Yes,” I said right away. “I mean if you want me to, it’s up to you.”
“I want you to,” he nodded. “Actually, I need you to come with me,” he
laughed. “M’gonna be doing these skits and I need you to be there not to
mention I’m performing a new song.”
“Which one?” I asked him curiously. I haven’t exactly heard his full
album yet only because I told him I want it to be a surprise.
He actually really wanted me to listen to it then after I told him I
wanted to wait for the actual release date he kinda got onto my idea. Of course
he showed me snippets here and there because he knew how curious I was all of
the time but I’m also way too stubborn so I wouldn’t just ask him to show me
“The only one you heard. Apart from Sign of the Times.”
“Ever Since New York?” I asked again just to make sure I was thinking
about the right one.
I knew of the titles of the songs but I didn’t listen to them.
“Yeah,” a small smile made its way onto his lips. I couldn’t help myself
as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his in a soft peck, his right
hand came in contact with my cheek as he rested it on my face while our lips
were touching. “I’m very happy you are here.”
“I’m very happy to be here.”
“Good,” he chuckled. “I missed having you around.”
“I bet you did,” I joked which to he raised one of his eyebrows and
pouted at the same time. “I think I missed you too.”
“What do you mean you think? Aren’t you supposed to know that?”
“I don’t know, am I?”
“Well, I don’t,” I shrugged as I kept on messing around with him and
eventually got off his lap.
My legs were still on his thighs but I was sitting on the couch, right
next to him. He took advantage of this position as he leaned into me, resting
his head on my shoulder and placing his hands on my legs. They were warm and
big and it made the butterflies in my stomach come to live as he rested his
hands on my thighs. He just had that effect on me and it was lovely really.
“I’m just messing with you, I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” I said
suddenly as I hugged his bicep tightly and pressed a few kisses on his chin as
his head was still leaning on my shoulder.