Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is.
Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness
A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.
lance takes keith to the mall of america one time for a date because “malls are the bomb dot com, now get in the car. thirteen hours in the car with me is gonna go by so fast”
also, lance knows that keith doesn’t handle crowded spaces very well. so he makes sure to research the quietest day of the year for their trip, and goes near closing hours
keith is skeptical of this whole adventure until he sees how big the mall’s forever 21 is. ripped jeans for miles. entire crates of black nail polish. flannel boyfriend shirts
and keith expects lance to hurry him out after a bit bc that’s what the rest of the group does, but lance just kisses keith on the cheek:
lance: “dude, we have nowhere else to be. now go do some sexy modeling for me.”
and keith tries on all sorts of outfits and lance is super supportive of everything and laughs with keith and takes selfies of the two of them sneaking into the dressing room, then selfies of the two of them making out in said dressing room
they find the ragstock and lance like. teleports over to the plastic metallic skinny pants in the year-round halloween costume section. you know the ones.
keith: “lance, these are twenty dollars a pair.”
lance: “I’m buying them.”
keith: “you just told me last week your debit card was almost empty.”
lance takes keith by the shoulders and stares into his eyes: “keith. my man. my almost main bro–”
keith: “I’m not your main bro?”
lance: “hunk’s my main bro. but keith, I love you. and I respect your choices, so please respect that this is just something i have to do.”
keith sighs but then smiles when lance pecks him on the lips and mumbles “lance, people are watching”
and lance grins like a little imp. “what? people are watching??” he swoons into keith’s arms. “oh, my darling boyfriend, the eye of the public is upon us!”
“lance stop” keith is blushing super hard. lance is now collapsed into his arms. and shouting.
“kiss me keith! breathe life back into my dainty limbs!” and lance drags them both to the floor and they’re both laughing super hard until lance sobers up in a flash:
It’s 4:03, and I can’t sleep without you next to me I toss and turn like the sea.
If I drown tonight, Bring me back to life, breathe your breath in me. The only thing that I still believe in is you.
If you only knew..
When you love someone, you don’t just stop. // SHAWN MENDES
Overview: Y/n is sent a picture online of Shawn kissing another girl and she gets upset about it, resulting in a fight when Shawn gets home
Tears continuously rolled down my cheeks as I huddled my legs
closer to my chest, trying to find comfort in my own embrace. It was dark in my
bedroom, the blinds drawn and lights off. Peaceful. Then the sobs, my own sobs,
would break the silence and I couldn’t seem to stop.
My phone- chucked across the room, still had the picture up
almost as if it was staring back at me, laughing. It had been sent to me so
many times that here was no way that I could not see it. Her arms around his
waist, hislips on hers. More tears, more pain, more… emptiness.
I felt like I was drowning, the water being my very own
tears. I couldn’t breathe; the air I tried to get into my lungs seemed to be
fighting back out. Gasping I get up, stumbling over to the bathroom and over to
Retching, fluid from my stomach filled the sink, the bitter taste left in my mouth making me cry harder. Wiping my mouth I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess. The pony tail I had it in all day was falling out and my eyes were red, mascara marked on my cheeks.
Turning the tap on, I wash the sink out before filling my hands with the icy water and splashing my face. I dry my face before returning to the bedroom. I stare at the room.
Photographs line my dresser of Shawn and I. When we went to the carnival and he won me a stuffed giraffe. My graduation, me in my gown and Shawn standing proudly beside me. I walk over picking up the last photograph.
It was our 1st anniversary and he had taken me to a fancy restaurant in town. I was wearing my favorite dress and Shawn wore an all black suit. We looked happy. Why wasn’t he happy anymore?
Anger like a tidal wave, smashes into my body. I let out an angry scream, chucking the frame across the room. I push everything off the dresser, the glass smashing against the floor, shards going everywhere.
Heavy tears leak out my eyes again. Leaning against the wall I slid down till I’m sitting. I rest my head on my arms that are held up on my knees, the pain churning in my stomach.
“Y/N, I’m home!” His voice made that pain jolt inside of me. It was like the pain recognized the cause. My breathing quickened. What was I meant to say to the person that just broke my heart?
“Y/n? Are you here?” His footsteps echo around the house, nearing the bedroom. He walked in, noticing the broken frames first before his eyes landed on mine. He rushes to me, leaning down his hand outstretched to touch me but disgust fills my body.
“Don’t.” I say simply, scrambling away from him, venom filled with the one word.
“What? Sweetie, what’s wrong?” He asks, concern in his eyes. The fact that he’s worried makes the anger intensify.
“Why would you care?” I spit, glaring at him.
“I don’t follow,” Shawn asks, confused.
Seeing my phone on the floor near me, I pick it up, unlocking it. The pictures are still there, still make my stomach flip when I see them, still make me hurt.
“Do you follow this?” I ask, showing him the picture. His face falls quickly.
“I need you to understand-” He begins. I don’t let him finish.
“No- you don’t get to tell me what I need to understand and what I shouldn’t. You listen to me Shawn!” I blurt, tears forming in my eyes.
“When you love someone, you don’t just stop!” The last words come out of me in a scream, my hands coming up to shove him back. He barely moves an inch
“When you’ve been with someone as long as we have,” I sniffle. “You do not go about breaking up with them like this. You must have known when you started falling out of love with me. Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask hysterically.
“I.. I never stopped loving you,” He begs, tears rolling down his blotchy cheeks. This may be the first time I have ever seen him cry.
“Bullshit,” I scream, shoving him again. “If you loved me you never would have kissed her then came home and pretended like it ever happen!” sobs rack my body, air not seeming to fill my lungs properly.
“What was it Shawn? What made you decide that I wasn’t enough?” I ask, the anger subsiding to be replaced with fear. Fear that I was never going to be good enough for him.
“Nothing- You were perfect Y/n,” He says, finally reaching out to touch me again. I let him. For one moment, I just needed to be comforted.
“I was going to tell you,” He whispers in my ear. I start crying again, shuddering in his arms.
“Please just let me explain,” he begs. When I don’t speak, he takes it as his cue to continue.
“I was out today and a bunch of fans found me, one of them a bit too excited. When I went to give her hug she kissed me, I swear upon my life that I pushed her back,” He says pulling back to look in my eyes.
“I think her friends knew what she was going to do because as soon as she did it they had their phones out,” His hands hold the side of my face, his thumb wiping away my tears. “Please, baby, believe me when I tell you, I never fell out of love with you,” His eyes are bloodshot from when he was crying and they search mine trying to read my expression.
“I love you just as much as the day when I realized I was in love with you. My heart has been yours since that day and I have no hope of ever getting it back. The last thing I want in this world is to hurt you,”
I nod, my hands reaching up to cover his. “I’m sorry,” I croak.
“It’s okay sweetie, you didn’t know,” he kisses my forehead gently, wrapping me in his arms again. “You didn’t know,”
4-awkward kiss. Also AAAAAAH! I can’t believe that you sent me a prompt! I’m so flattered! Okay fangirling over. This is my first time writing for Voltron, so I hope that it turned out okay!
It was supposed to be an easy mission. So naturally, everything went to hell.
They lost contact with Lance seven minutes ago, and Keith started panicking approximately six minutes ago. Only Shiro’s soothing reassurances that Lance is probably fine, just lost his helmet or his communicator is busted, are keeping Keith in check.
Moving swiftly, they approach the door to the room where Lance had said he was last time they had heard from him. The metal crumples like paper when Shiro punches it with his prosthetic arm; Keith hurriedly shoves the wreckage aside and enters.
His heart almost stops when he sees what’s inside: one of the Galra soldiers is standing over a battered and bruised Lance, his hands around Lance’s throat, squeezing tight. Absently, Keith notes that Lance’s helmet is lying near the entrance of the room as he rushes over to Lance’s side. That’s not important right now.
He viciously yanks the Galra soldier off of Lance and he’s about to beat him into a bloody pulp when Shiro joins him, putting a hand on his arm. “I’ll deal with him,” Shiro says urgently, squaring himself for a fight. “You help Lance.”
Keith nods blankly, kneeling carefully beside Lance’s prone form. He barely registers the sounds of battle around him as he checks Lance’s vitals. He finds Lance’s pulse-it’s a bit weak and fast, but it’s there. He’s about to breathe a sigh of relief and start patching Lance up when he realizes that Lance. Isn’t. Breathing.
Somehow he manages to avoid completely panicking and losing it and dredges up his memories of learning CPR at the garrison. Numbly, he does the required number of compressions, pressing down hard over Lance’s heart, before pressing his lips over the blue pallidin’s, trying to force the air back into his lungs.
After several rounds, Keith is starting to lose hope, when Lance suddenly stirs, jerking upright and smashing their lips together in a very awkward kiss. He groans and blinks blearily, coughing as he pulls away. “Were you trying to bring me back to life by kissing me?”
Keith flushes bright red and sputters angrily. “I was doing CPR, which you would know if you ever paid attention at the garrison!” He abruptly cuts himself off when he realizes that he’s shouting. “Sorry,” he mutters sheepishly.
“S'okay,” Lance reassures him, attempting his usual shit-eating grin. He’s still a little pale and shaky, but he’s breathing, at least. “Does this count as another bonding moment?”
“I can’t be friends because I want to be so much more than that.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. Liam had admitted he loved me and what did I do? I panicked and ran. I had been avoiding Liam trying to wrap my head around what was happening. Did I love Liam? I know I cared about him a lot. I was only sixteen, I didn’t even know what love really meant yet. The boys had lacrosse practice today. I had to go because Stiles was my brother and also my ride home. I sucked in a sharp breath knowing Liam would be there and I would have to face him eventually.
“why do you reek of anxiety?” I heard a voice say from behind me.
Brett Talbot stood behind me in all of his arrogant glory.
“why are you here again?” I sassed back.
“coach asked me see how good you guys are this year, maybe we can beat you.” He said smirking and throwing an arm around my shoulder.
I quickly shrugged him off.
“you know normally Talbot I’d have the patience for your stupidity but not today.”
Brett laughed rolling his eyes.
“let me guess relationship drama?”
“I’m not in a relationship Brett.” I said looking down at my shoes.
“really? I thought you and Dunbar seemed pretty cozy together.” Brett said shrugging his shoulders.
“well we aren’t!” I snapped maybe a little too harshly.
“dang girl chill i’m sorry my mistake.” He said raising his hands defensively.
“he uh told me he loved me.”
I had no idea why I was telling Brett Talbot of all people my problems.
“don’t you love him back?” Brett asked suddenly sounding like a concerned friend.
“I don’t know.” I said dramatically throwing my head back.
We walked up the bleachers and sat down. I saw Liam coming out from the locker room dragging behind Scott and Stiles. He looked up meeting my eyes. He saw Brett sitting with me and immediately looked away.
I could see the hurt in his eyes and it killed me knowing I was causing it.
“well this is awkward. Hey Brett.” Mason said taking the other seat beside me.
“Brett invited himself to sit here.” I said looking back down to Liam, but he wouldn’t look at me.
I guess I don’t blame him. The more I thought about it, I realized I did like Liam in that way but I was scared. scared to love him and be hurt, scared to lose him, scared that he’d get tired of me after a while, just scared.
“earth to y/n!” Brett screamed in my ear.
“what!” I hissed back at him.
“somebody is flirting with your boy.” Brett said pointing down to the field.
I looked down seeing Hayden Romero. She had been giving Liam looks since she transferred here. She was beautiful and she played sports. She would be a better fit for Liam than me.
“okay Brett that doesn’t mean anything.” I said rolling my eyes.
“sure looks like something to me, and hey on the plus side if you don’t like him he can always go for Hayden.” Brett said with a look that I wanted to smack right off his pretty boy face.
“you know what I don’t have time for this today.” I huffed skipping down the bleachers.
I walked in to the school sitting down in front of my locker. What was I feeling right now? Was it jealousy? I heard a thump coming from down the hall interrupting my thoughts. I walked down slowly taking a look at my surroundings. When you’ve been dealing with the supernatural you can never be too cautious. It was just Tracy Stewart standing at her locker. I noticed she was breathing heavily.
“tracy? are you okay?” I asked getting closer to her.
She turned around her eyes changing color and blood covering her face.
“I guess not.” I said slowly backing away from her.
Tracy growled before totally morphing into a kanima. I started sprinting down the hall but it didn’t really matter. Tracy climbed the lockers and was running beside me. She jumped off blocking my path causing me to run into her. I fell backwards hitting my head off the floor. I could feel blood trickle from where I hit my head. Tracy leaned close to me raising her claws. I could see the venom dripping. I grabbed her arm trying to fight her off. She was about to swipe her claws at me when I heard a roar. Tracy was tackled off of me by Brett and Liam.
“guys don’t let her scratch you!” I screamed looking at the boys struggling with the kanima girl.
“why?” Brett screamed back.
Suddenly Tracy scratched Liam causing him to go down paralyzed.
“That’s why.” I said trying to get up.
I stumbled unsteady. Brett was struggling with Tracy. Tracy was about to scratch Brett when Scott came in roaring his alpha roar. Tracy stopped, looking at Scott before running off. I managed to get up and stumbled my way over to Liam.
“what is this? what happened? why can’t I move?” Liam said freaking out.
“hey it’s okay you’ll be fine in a few hours it’s kanima venom it paralyzes people.” I said running my hand through his hair, not that he felt it anyways.
Brett and Scott picked Liam up setting him in Stiles jeep.
“it was Tracy Stewart.” I told Scott looking at Liam’s handsome face.
“alright Brett and I are going to try and find Tracy, you stay here with Liam.” Scott said running off with Brett.
There was an awkward silence. I felt something drip on my shoulder. I realized I was still bleeding from where I hit my head.
“hey you should sit down.” Liam said noticing as well.
I crawled in the back seat beside him.
“grab my hand, let me try to heal you.” Liam said looking at me with worried eyes.
“you need to focus on healing yourself, don’t worry about me Liam.” I said giving him a small smile.
“I can’t not worry about you, in fact that’s all I do. when you left practice I got worried. Why did you leave by the way?”
I was hoping he wouldn’t ask. Should I tell him that I was jealous? I could just lie and tell him that Brett was annoying me, which wasn’t totally a lie. I didn’t realize I had been quiet for a little until Liam spoke again.
“what’s wrong y/n? you can tell me.”
“I guess I might have a been a little jealous of Hayden flirting with you.” I sighed deciding to tell him the truth.
“why would you be jealous?” Liam said laughing a little bit.
“I guess I can’t be friends either.” I said looking him in the eyes and smiling.
He was smiling widely at this point.
“I swear as soon as I can move i’m going to give you the biggest hug.” Liam said laughing.
“tell me can you feel this?”
I leaned in and placed my lips on his. There was explosions as soon as my lips touched his. He kissed me back as if his life depended on it.
I pulled away out of breathe.
“well I guess we aren’t friends anymore.” Liam said resting his forehead against mine.
“good because I want to be so much more than that.” I said kissing him again.