Hello, if it's alright can I request a loki x RC fic where RC has feelings for Loki but won't tell him. But then Loki notices her heart racing when she is around him, so he starts flirting with her more and eventually gets her to admit her feelings. Thanks so much my lovely 😘
Pairing: Loki x Reader Fandom: MCU Warnings: language
A/N: hello darling! thank you so much for this request! I was going down the smut road, but then decided against it, so this is sfw for once lol.
were currently making tea in the kitchen of the Avengers compound. The day
had been long and you just wanted to have a steaming cup of tea and a
book to relax a little, before heading to bed and sleeping for 12 hours straight.
most of the Avengers were asleep by now. Only a few were scattered
around awake, watching TV or training downstairs, so you were
enjoying the quiet right now.
good evening. What are you doing up so late?”
much for the quiet.
didn’t turn around but knew who it was nevertheless.
came back from a mission.”
the tea was done, you turned around and almost dropped the cup.
Loki of fucking Asgard.
the thing that had your cheeks all red, was the fact that he was only wearing a towel around his waist, his hair sleeked back since it
was still wet.
Hi, can I request hc of RFA+ minor trio (is it too much?) on MC who has bad sense of humor just like Jumin.
I’m sorry but i dont write Vanderwood. You couldn’t know since I just found out when i wrote this that i have no idea how he/she (don’t judge idk lmao) would react so sorry for that!
* The two of you were just watching a movie
* It was a comedy so Yoosung was laughing 24/7
* You thought it was okay jokes didn’t really seem funny to you
* “Hey MC why aren’t you laughing is something wrong” he asked
* “Nah i just don’t think its that funny but watching tou laugh is” lololol
* “ alright tell me something funny then”
* You were like o shit
* “ one time I called my teacher mom lol”
* “And then what?”
* “I cried”
* Yoosung would have this awkward laugh
* He would laugh at your jokes but only because he loves you lol
* You and Zen were on a date
* Zen was telling you cheesy pickup lines all day
* They were actually really funny aswell
* The date was coming to an end
* And Zen asked “ hey this may be silly but could you tell me your cheesiest pickup line”
* After 10 minutes you replied with:
* “ is your name ‘my future husband’ bc you are”
* Zen was like
* Ha ha ha
* Good one Mc
* He’d never ask you again lmao
* Ok but jaehee would laugh at you no matter what like i cannot think of a reason why she wouldn’t laugh ahsndnsnns sorry
* You were sitting next to Jumin when he told Seven another “joke”
* Seven literally facepalmed himself
* “Shut up Jumin”
* “Hey I thought it was funny” you said defending Jumin
* “Well tell us a joke then MC”
* Everyone was waiting for you to open your mouth
* “How does Elizabeth ask for a treat?” “Can i have a treat Pawlease”
* It was silent
* Then Jumin laughed
* Yes he laughed
* Everyone was like this is a match made in heaven
* He’s the pun master
* So of course he was telling you tons of puns
* “Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? Hes all right now.”
* “Why don’t some couples go to the gym? Because some relationships don’t work out.”
* “Hey mc tell me a pun”
* “I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.”
* Seven laughed
* “That was so bad it actually made me laugh”
* He would teach you how to tell funny puns so don’t worry
* He was having a bad day
* Seven tried to cheer him up
* But Saeran only wanted your attention
* So you bought him ice cream
* And you decided to tell him a joke
* Because jokes always make you laugh
* “ i asked my mom if i was adopted once. Hilarious, she replied. Why would we choose you?”
* Saeran stopped eating is ice cream
* “Well thats sad”
* And then he hugged me
* “Saeran it was a joke”
* “I know and it sucked lol”
* You were having dinner
* V was talking about how he loves you
* You just kept laughing because it was adorable
* “Hey mc why wont you try to make me laugh?”
* “Oh sure lemme think”
* You thought about the perfect joke and finally
* “What do you call a blind dinosaur? A-do-you-think-he-saur-us ”
* “Hahah very funny Mc”
* It was an awkward laugh but V loves you too much not to laugh at your jokes
hello! i just read through your blog and your writing is amazing and i love your work! if it's alright, can you write some head canons of pidge and keith learning that their s/o is incrediably artistically talented and a triple threat, (like they're good at drawing, singing, dancing) and how they'd react knowing that "dammit thats my s/o"? thank you~
Haha I have no threats so can’t relate but I can dream that one day I will be good at things
-He discovers them singing one day and he has the passing thought that they are really good but doesn’t push this any further, if they wanted to share a talent then he lets them in their own time
-Although he does catch himself passing by the shower whenever they are in there to listen to them sing and he always has this silly smile when he does and unconsciously makes notes of the types of songs they sing
-Then one day they ask him if he knows just how attractive he looks when hes concentrating, that adorable focused face that all of them have honestly, and he just chokes and stumbles and wants to know what they are talking about. This is when they show them a sketch they had been working on and its so good he dies
-It turns out that they hadn’t been hiding it he just hadn’t really asked cause hes the type who doesnt ask a lot of questions, just lets people go on with their business despite wanting to know everything about s/o. He feels like he is prying if he asks too many questions but god is he so glad they shared this with him
-Keith is actually a surprisingly good dancer, its just that he is graceful in everything he does and its all sensual the way he moves to music, so s/o makes these excuses to get them to dance together. He loves it just as much as they do though
-She is proud of literally everything s/o does ever. A very supportive babe who likes to show off how great of a catch she has. She brags allllll the time, even on missions to the point where even Shiro has to tell her that ‘Its great that s/o can do all that but uh maybe we should focus on getting through this very critical part of the mission please?’
-Pidge is nosey so she kind of always knew that they were good at these kinds of things, she notices their sketchbooks and peeks through them when they leave the room and watches them dance when they are cooking
-They sing together, Pidge is very off key and gets half the words wrong but she has enthusiasm and puts on a whole show of singing into whatever she has in her hands (usually a tool) and s/o finds her to be the cutest thing. Neither of them care who sees cause they are rocking it and they are very proud of each other
-When Pidge first finds out about singing and dancing though she plans a space fam karaoke night just to rub in every ones face just how amazing they are. Like Lance and Hunk would be into trying to pick out the perfect songs for themselves but she just tells them to shut up so that s/o can take center stage
-She would think that a hand made gift, a drawing or painting or anything is the most precious thing in the world. It means a lot more to her than most material things, since she usually takes all that stuff apart, and she holds it very close to her heart. Its put on the same level of importance as the pictures of her family and if anyone puts their greasy hands on it she will take them down with all the fury her little body can hold
Okay! So back when I first came back to Overwatch after essentially going cold turkey on Overwatch because of school I made a whole bunch of friends and we’d queue up together like all the time.
One day my group and I were playing against a team and they had this really, really, really good Widow. Like I’m a good Mercy and my group is pretty good as well but this Widow.
I’d constantly get sniped and could barely do anything to help my team and my friend playing Soldier also kept getting sniped. It got to the point that he was like “GODDAMNIT MCCHICKEN” (That’s his Overwatch name) and I was getting pretty tilted about it too.
At the end of the match I was like ‘Alright I won’t get mad at him because he’s really good so I praised him instead and was like ‘he’s actually pretty cool’ and added him as a friend.
One day he joined our group and my friends and I were all in our Discord server so I was like “I’ll add him so we can talk” and when he joined he had such an amazing voice. Like so amazing I had to go and scream to my friend about how much I like hearing his voice.
And he was really funny, like he never failed to make me laugh. And then when everyone did the face reveal and I saw a picture of him he was really cute and at this point I was like “Oh no.” And then one night he seemed a little off in the call so I talked to him privately about it and as a result we got closer and I found out he had a crush on me. After that I told him I liked him back and after a long time of beating around the bush we finally got together and I haven’t been happier since!
This turned into quite the long story of leading up to us getting together instead of us just meeting but yeah! I’m really happy I met him and I’m glad we’re together!
anyway coming out as a lesbian was one of the most liberating experiences of my life and even though I’m not out to everyone so far its been positive and I’m really glad but the very first time I came out was so funny omg, it happened during summer 2016 it went like this: me (slightly drunk, out as bi for 10+ years): alright I have to tell y’all something… its important. listen, two of my dearest friends (both drunk, at the same time): we know. you’re a lesbian me (almost spitting my drink laughing): ASDHJFHDKFSFDS YES!!!
I really need some like, otayuri fluff in my life rn?? Like pls
•At the beach and Otabek cant swim so Yuri tries to teach him how to swim
•it turns into a giant mess tho because Yuri is apparently a really shitty teacher
•Otabek kisses his frustrations away and instead they make sand castles
•Otabek can draw?? What?? So Yuri lays down on the couch in the LEAST sexy pose and says “draw me like one of your french girls”
•Beka takes a whopping 5 minutes on it, coloring and all, and they laugh at it for 10 minutes
•Later when Yuri falls asleep during the movie at the other end of the couch, Otabek sneaks down and actually does a very nice portrait of Yuri asleep
•Yuri has them both framed in his apartment next to each other
•Yuri constantly buys shit for Beka because he has like no impluse control
•Guys this boy has like a $1,000 backpack okay dont talk to me
•Anyways one day he buys Beka this leather jacket that looks like it belongs in a Lady Gaga music video. Its a crop top jacket with studs and fringe EVERYWHERE and Yuri LOVES IT
•After mails it, like, a week later, Otabek posts a pic on instagram of him, leaning against his bike, in leather skinny jeans and the jacket with ray bands on and it goes like, viral over night. Yuri is s h o o k. Otabek texts him later like, “Oh, by the way, thanks for the jacket Babe”
Give me the boys being silly and stupid and in love p l e a s e
Here’s my @iwaoiexchange gift for Mon!! I’m so sorry I’m so incredibly late!! !!
I really like the prompts you gave!! The ones that stuck with me was the friends to lovers prompt and office men au, so I decided to combine the two! I hope you like it, I’m sorry again for posting so late (´•ω•̥`)
(Also short disclaimer: this isn’t supposed to be iwaoi bonding over ~hating~ Ushijima more like bonding over how they’re competitive?? I rly hope it comes across alright..! )
Context: My character has a powerful necklace that they keep hidden under their shirt and several scarves. I’d tell you what it does, but my party members might read this. It was warm and muggy one day and everyone began shedding their outer layers (except for the orc brawler, who is only ever wearing pants). I take off two of my three scarves, but leave the last.
Dwarf (NPC): This might seem like a weird question, but… Why are you always wearing those scarves?
Me: I just like scarves.
Me: *total bluff check = 23*
Dwarf: That’s alright. I just don’t want you to overheat.
Orc: Yeah. You’re going to roast.
Orc: You’re okay with that? Is your scarf obsession really worth it?
Me: I’m sentimental.
Orc: Seriously, what the fuck.
Elf: Just leave him alone! He’s a sensitive young man!
Orc (heavy sarcasm): Well, excuse me if I don’t shed a tear.
Elf: Besides, even if it is something, we’re all allowed to have secrets.
Me (ooc): He gives you a thankful smile.
DM: Which begs the question: What is he hiding from you?
Orc (whispering to the Elf): I just don’t trust him! There’s something sketchy about him.
*everyone succeeds their perception of that exchange but me*
Me (accidentally interrupting): Look. You have every right to travel in the nude, but some of us value our modesty.
Orc (ooc): I want to roll to intimidate.
DM: The massive half orc takes a step towards you and glares down.
Elf (ooc): With his muscular bare chest. Naked by your standards. Nipples fully erect.
*everyone at the table loses it*
Me (ooc): You know what? I’m not even going to roll. I’m intimidated.
The way kids talk to each other tends to give me a pretty good idea of how the adults in their lives talk to them.
Sometimes this is really sad. Like I’ve seen kids parroting overly-critical and harsh language that they definitely didn’t learn on their own and I want to go over and be like “kiddo, that’s inappropriate no matter how old you are. You shouldn’t be talked to like that.”
Sometimes it’s just bizarre. I’ve heard a few kids who either watch the Simpsons or their parents literally talk like Ned Flanders.
Sometimes it’s really sweet and encouraging, like the little boy who’s friend built a block tower and he squealed, “You did it! Good for you, I’m so proud of you!”
Sometimes though, sometimes it’s hilarious.
One time I was babysitting a seven year old and his three year old twin siblings. I was helping the girl twin dress her doll when I noticed the boy twin making a mess. The older brother looks at him, sighs, and goes:
“Buddy. Buddy just…buddy don’t do that. Look, see? You’re making a mess, you’re just gonna…buddy, that’s not gonna work, it’s….*sigh* well, alright then.”
“apparently, there’s no way to extricate the parasite without eliminating the host. fancy way of saying we gotta kill the fucking kid. and now they’re asking for my go ahead. the tests just keep getting harder and harder, don’t they? i’m so tired. i’m exhausted and i just want this to end… so be it.”
Harry Styles is a model and the currently most in-demand face in the fashion industry who might be just a little bit too full of himself and Janey Darling is the photographer that knocks him off his high horse… and subsequently off his feet.
this is the rewrite of my 2016 autumn exchange fic with added scenes. about 8.5k words. slightly nsfw towards the end and if you read this far you might as well…
Hey could you please do an imagine where the reader and jimin are fighting and he says that he hates that she’s really clingy and he hates when she ‘steals’ his clothes and that hurts you but you didn’t show it and then you guys make up but you still thought about what he said so you stopped being clingy and stopped wearing his clothes and doesn’t realize at first but when does, he feels really bad and sad bc he loves when u are clingy and loves when you wear his clothes.
Your eyes followed your boyfriend’s annoyed figure as he paced around the room. Today must have been really stressful for him because since he came through the door he’s been nothing but on edge. A small thought in the back of your head told you not to pick a fight with him but another part of you knew that you didn’t need to be treated rudely because of something that effected him at work.
“Fine. Look, I’m sorry….Let’s just drop it..” You told him, sitting back on the bed.
Jimin stopped in his tracks, looking back at you.
“Drop it? Y/N this might not be a big deal to you but this isn’t something I’m just going to drop!”
You grew silent as you heard his voice raise towards you. He groaned, bringing his hands up to his face.
“All I’m saying is I can’t have you texting me all the time. I already got scolded once for responding during a meeting and I really don’t need to be on my boss’ bad side right now. It’s just- too much…Sometimes I feel like you’re always trying to talk to me about something and I need personal space. I don’t get why that’s so hard for you to grasp..” He mumbled.
“I just missed you. I didn’t think it was a big deal-”
“You didn’t think. That’s my point.”
You tilted your head, giving him a direct look.
“What the hell is your problem today? I already said I was sorry..”
Jimin sat down on the bed.
“There’s just so much going on right now and I just don’t need you always on me. Maybe we should take a break or something.”
Your eyes widened at the words you feared most besides, “I think we should break up”.
“You can’t be serious-”
You hand extended to hold onto your boyfriend’s arm but Jimin pulled his own away.
“I can’t do this right now. I can’t hear about how much I’m away from you, I can’t deal with you always stealing my clothes, or waiting for me to come home, or making jokes about me leaving you all the time. I’m tired of you being so clingy!”
The tears you were holding back started to well up on your eyes until your vision became blurred. You hadn’t realized how he really felt about all of this. You had just assumed that all those times you were missing him that he was feeling the exact same way. You stood up from the bed, sliding the hoodie of his that you were wearing and threw it onto the ground.
“Fine! I won’t be!”
Seeing you cry must have really hit a nerve in him because before you were able to head out of the door he stood up in front of you. He held you against his chest even as you tried to push him away.
“Wait. I didn’t mean it about the break thing. This went way too far and I crossed the line. I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I just got upset over nothing.”
He looked down at you but you avoided looking up at him as your head was now resting on his chest. He could feel your head move every time you sniffled, just giving him even more guilt.
“This isn’t really about you texting me too much. I think the lack of sleep and over working is just getting to me…I’m really sorry. I’m taking this out on you when it’s not even your fault.”
You felt his warm hands come up to your cheeks as he leaned your head up to face him.
“I’m so sorry…” He whispered.
Jimin used his sleeve as an attempt to wipe your tears off
and by the look in his eyes you could tell he really meant what he was saying.
You knew this sort of stuff was hard on him but you wish he wouldn’t hold it
all in until he explodes all the time. Nonetheless you accept your boyfriend’s
apology by giving him a nod.
“Seriously. If I ever do something like this again I really
wouldn’t blame you for leaving me.”
The worried expression on his face made you crack.
“I get it.” You let out.
Jimin gave you a light kiss on top of your forehead.
“Should we get ready to go out for dinner then? It’s on me.”
He said in a convincing tone.
Seeing the puppy eyes he was giving you, you gave in
“Alright.” You smiled, running off to get dressed.
Ever since that one fight things seemed a little off between
the two of you. He would do things that made you think he was still trying to
make up for that one day and even though it still bothered you, you wish he
would just let it go. You tried to be empathetic but you didn’t want him to
keep doing things just to keep you happy. You wanted things to just be normal
so you decided that maybe it wasn’t all just because of work. Maybe he actually
wanted space and was afraid to come to terms with it and tell you. From now on
you didn’t send him good morning texts at work, no checking up on him, no
telling him that you miss him or think about him, no more wearing his clothes
because their comfortable or smell like him, no more waiting for him to come
home in the living room, and no more random I love you’s.
Jimin also was taking notice of the new changes between you
both. He was, in fact, trying to do things to make up for what happened because
of how bad he felt. He’d bring home presents, take you out, try to text you
more often, and just overall praise you whenever you were around. The problem
was he couldn’t help but think you were mad at him still since you started to
distance yourself. That is until he realized the things he spewed off during
the fight between you. He wondered if you were distancing yourself because of
what he said despite him not meaning it. Jimin loved coming home to finding you
waiting for him or surprising him with how much you loved him. He missed seeing
you wake up wearing his shirt from last night or stealing a hoodie or two from
his closet. He never really noticed how much he loved those things about you
until they were gone. It was starting to drive him crazy.
As you’re sitting on the couch on your laptop you hear him
come home, shutting the door in a rush. You pretend to be uninterested, just
scrolling through your dashboard but you hear him walk all the ways over to
you. As his figure shadows over you, you look up at him.
“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know what I can do to take
all of what I said back but I want to. I miss you like crazy and god, I love
you so much, you know that? There isn’t a second that I’m not thinking about
you and there’s not a second that goes by that I’m not reminded of you. I want
you to take wear my stuff until it smells like you, I want you to text me
during work to tell me what you can’t wait to do until I’m home, I want you to
just-…I want you to love me like you did before.”
Speechless you sit up from your seat to face him properly as
you push aside the laptop in your lap.
You hadn’t expected him to come home like this nor did you think you
were the one doing the wrong thing. You thought you were just doing what he
wanted but there was a hidden guilty pleasure from hearing him admit how much
he needs you. You decided to just tease
him a little bit more.
“Hmm, I don’t know. It’s just not really my thing anymore
and I think you were right. Somethings are just better left unsaid. I mean you
already know I love you, why would I need to tell you that daily?”
Jimin groaned, pouting like a child.
You crossed your arms across your chest.
Without warning you feel him cup your face like before but
instead of wiping your tears you felt the familiar feeling of his soft, full
lips being pressed up against yours. He took 5 long seconds to completely make
you feel as if you were going to melt in your seat just from one kiss. As he
pulled away from you, you saw the glimpse of seriousness in his eyes.
“I miss you. Please….just forgive me this once?”
Damn it. For once you thought you had the upper hand but his
dumb cute face and amazing lips had won you over again.
Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster.
Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy.
I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha.
pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon
Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.
He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.
Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.
‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’
Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.
Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?
‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’
The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.
He was also, apparently, completely drunk.
‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’
Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.
‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’
‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’
The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.
‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’
‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.
‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’
The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.
‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’
‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’
‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’
He stopped himself and looked at Jack.
‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’
‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’
‘What’s her name?’
‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.
‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’
‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’
He burst into tears.
Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.
‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’
‘D’you break up with him or something?’
‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’
He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.
‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.
‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’
Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.
Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.
‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.
He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.
‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’
‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.
‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’
Max Rockatansky: “I have lost my family and my best friend to the violence of the gangs that are overwhelming this nation. I can’t stay and keep being a cop because i’m going to hunt each one of their murderers down and kill them in revenge and it’s going to be horrible to the point i am not fit for society. I will then just drive into the desert. I have no plan past this.”
[does a violence. Many, many violence’s in fact.]
Max Rockatansky, like 5 years later: “I have acquired a dog. Things are looking up. In other news, there seems to have been a nuclear war, the government no longer exists, and the gangs have taken over. Also, i am running out of dog food.” [Plot appears, ends] “I have lost my dog, been through several crashes, been shot, several things are broken, and my car has exploded. Helped a colony of survivors escape gang planning to kill them. Can’t figure out why the fuck i did this when i could have left with the damn car. I miss my dog.”
Max Rockatansky, like 15 years later: “Ok, i have found and repaired another car. I got a dog. I–” [shit happens] “I am chasing down a motherfucker with a wagon. I will kill him. Need haircut.” [Plot Occurs] “Got lost in desert, group of feral children thought i was a god. told them no. Accidentally led a revolution. fuck if i know where they are now. left for dead in desert. got the hair cut. i fucking hate pilots.”
Max Rockatansky, like 10 years later: “I finally have been alone with my car. No one is bothering me. No one is around for miles. I can brood over my inadequacy. mm lizard. fuck is that.” [Things] “Alright m8 first of all” [Plot] “I want my car back. You know what, a car. gimme the car. why is it no– oh fuck really. fine road trip.” [All The Plot] “I am too old for these Revolutions. I’m going to go nap in the sun. be a fucking lizard. the girls can be all governmental. ff do i even have knees anymore. fuck”
(bc I need to make up for the langst I posted last night so here’s so comfort and a little bit of hurt. This is just Shiro’s, the other ones will be up soon. The only warning is a depiction of a panic attack.)
1. Lance winced as Shiro cut into him with words like he was expertly wielding Keith’s bayard. He would’ve found it funny how dad-like he was being, except: a) probably would cause Shiro to bail him out more, and b) it wasn’t very funny at all.
“Don’t you see how childish you’re being! This isn’t just serious, this is a matter of life or death, and your antics cannot get in the way. At the end of the day, do you want to be responsible for someone’s death?” The question sent a wave of nausea through Lance, and he was almost pulled off his feet by a wave of static that clouded his mind as something inside his chest burst. He grabbed his chest in alarm. His breathing was quickening. His chest was on fire. Oh god. Oh god. He curled inwards. Trying to protect himself.
“…” He tried to speak but no words came out, just harsh breaths as he lent against the wall, staring upwards through tears at Shiro who was frozen in fear.
“…Lance? Oh. Um… fuck.” If Lance was in any state of mind, he would have never let Shiro go for swearing in front of him, but as it was, it made Lance’s breath speed up. Shiro approached him like he would a possible hostile alien, slowly and with his hands outstretched. “Okay, Lance, if you can, put your arms around me and follow my breaths. Is that okay?” His voice was low and non-threatening, and in response Lance nodded slowly. His hands shaking as Shiro sat next to him, putting his hand on Lance’s arm. Shiro started taking audible, slow breaths. Lance winced as this effort made his breathing uneven, alternating from barely controlled slow breaths to shaky shallow ones.
“Thanks.” He choked out. Shiro shook his head.
“Don’t talk, just focus on the breathing.” Lance had enough humour to roll his eyes at him, and melodramatically breathed in and breathed out, causing Shiro to laugh, before his smile melted into a concerned frown. “I’m so sorry Lance.”
“Don’t be. You’re right, of course.” Lance looked down, not willing to meet Shiro’s eyes.
“Just because you were goofing off doesn’t mean I should have said that. It was way out of line. I just –” Shiro trailed off.
“I’m scared too.” Lance responded quietly. “I know. I know that this is a life-or-death thing, but I just can’t think about it. I’m not like you, or Keith, or Allura. I have to distract myself. If I think about for one second someone else dying on my account I just –” Lance’s breath started to quicken again, and Shiro stopped him, beginning the audible intakes and exhales of breath once more. Lance found his voice again. “You’re good at that. Unsurprisingly.”
“Well, thank Coran actually.” Shiro smiled as Lance scoffed. “No really, apparently they’re quite common for Alteans as well as humans. I still get them occasionally, but they were really bad when, you know…” Shiro trailed off before gathering his thoughts once more. “Listen. Are you alright?”
Lance laughed nervously.
“Yeah, of course buddy, don’t worry about it.” He patted Shiro’s arm, got up from the ground and started to walk away when he felt Shiro’s metal arm on his shoulder.
“Really. We all deal with trauma differently, and I’m worried. These coping mechanisms are all fine and good until they start hurting you and other people.” Shiro was staring down at him and Lance shrunk under his worry. Of course Shiro was worried about the others.
“I’m really sorry I’ve been a pain.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head in a mockery of sheepishness. “I’ve been distracted but don’t worry, to quote our lord Efron, I’ll get my head in the game.” Shiro’s frown did not disappear. “Seriously, dude, don’t worry.” Lance smiled.
“Just, if you need to talk, please do. Whatever problems you have are important, not just for the team’s performance, but for your health as well. Okay? And if you can’t talk to me, talk to Hunk, or Pidge, or even Keith.” Shiro insisted, gesturing emphatically as Lance rolled his eyes. “Please.”
Lance’s face softened, his mask melting away.
“I’m just so scared. What if I never see my family again?” His already tear-filled eyes began brimming once more. “And I’m so scared that I’ll mess up everything, I mean, how the hell can I compare to you guys? Keith’s an amazing combatant, Coran and Allura are the best at strategies, you’re a great leader, Hunk’s an awesome engineer, and Pidge is just a genius!” Shiro stared at Lance as tears spilled down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice.” He pulled his hands over his face. “God, and I’m supposed to be the leader.” Shiro straightened up, looking at Lance. “I can’t express how sorry I am. I forget, I suppose, that you’re children. But know we’re all terrified; and know that we couldn’t do it without you. Because your joking does help, Lance, it breaks the mood and reminds us why we’re fighting - for our humanity. You’re important.”
Lance stood in shock. He wiped the tears off his face.
“Gosh Shiro, you’re such an old man!” He started laughing.
Shiro crossed his arms and stared at Lance. His frown didn’t reach his eyes.
“Come on you youngin, we’ve got training to do.” He walked out of the room, shaking his head. Lance smiled. Maybe things were alright, even if he was just saying it to pacify him. Still. It counted.