look at the sparkle in those eyes!

The Signs as Mermaids

aries: the mermaid with fiery red hair and a tail to match. she lays out on hot rocks in the middle of the sea, basking in the sun, tanning her skin and luring sailors to crash against the stones with coy smiles and a glint in her eye. 

taurus: the mermaid with a mane of golden hair, and a tail to match, a long neck and strong shoulders. only her voice is more stunning than her beauty, and she’s often adorned with pearls and jewels of all kinds. 

gemini: the most curious of all the mermaids. she has a tail of dark green and shimmering yellow. she loves to explore the reefs, but swims out farther than she should because she wants to see what’s out there, and goes too close to the shore because she wants to see the humans. 

cancer: the mermaid with soft, smooth skin and a pale pink tail. her eyes are always expressive—sometimes they are alight with happiness, and sometimes they burn with anger. she loves all creatures, but it’s the humans that catch her eye. she can’t help falling in love with them from afar. 

leo: the mermaid with a tail of cobalt blue, her body adorned with gold jewelry, precious stones and pearls. she is the fastest swimmer, and loves to glide across the waves, letting the current pull her, laughter bubbling at her lips and a smile in her eyes. 

virgo: a more reserved mermaid, with a tail of sparkling silver. she has spiky black hair, and skin that is paler than usual, for she spends her time exploring the caves deep below rather than the beaches above. 

libra: a regal mermaid with beauty unmatched, long, luxurious hair, and a tail of magenta and red. she is sassy and charming, sometimes sultry, but also very sweet, and always kind to those in need. 

scorpio: the mermaid with a tail of deep purple and ebony, she has piercing violet eyes and hair of midnight black. she is quiet, sultry, and intuitive, and her nails and teeth are sharp, always ready for a hunt. she is the one to brave to the storms and the rocky, wild ocean while others go off and hide. 

sagittarius: an exotic mermaid, with a tail the color of sunsets and eyes that shine like one. she has travelled far and wide, collecting artifacts and jewelry from across the world. she never stays in one place too long, but she is kind to those she meets and always has wonderful stories to tell. 

capricorn: the mermaid with a tail of deep blue, high cheekbones and a jawline like a knife. there’s always a glint in her eye, like she knows something you don’t. she is regal and independent, and doesn’t worry herself with such frivolous things as humans, but rather such frivolous things as emeralds and pearls. 

aquarius: the mermaid with flowing hair and tail of teal green and aquamarine blue. her eyes are piercing, sparkling, so intense you have to look away. she swims about the reefs, splashing in the waves and basking in the sun. she is the only one who dares to go against the currents. 

pisces: the mermaid with a tail of pale purple that sparkles silver in the moonlight. she is sweet and dreamy, letting the current pull her to and fro, making friends with all the sea creatures she meets. she loves to stay up and stargaze late at night, unafraid of the dark and wild ocean that surrounds her.

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald

this is what my art block looks like now. i just draw mccree

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald

August 24, 2017

To the boy with the green eyes,

Remember the last time we saw each other? 
In your little blue car….
We poured our hearts out to one another. 
We cried on each other’s shoulders.
I confessed my love to you. 
You confessed your love to me. 
But you didn’t confess that this night was going to be your last.  

You stopped by to pick up your (very) late Christmas present. 
You knew how bad I had been, and asked what was wrong. 
We walked to your little blue car, put the windows down on that cold chilly moonlit night, and talked. 
I told you everything that was happening to me: 
My ex-boyfriend and his new guy. 
A friend that I thought I could trust. 
And a lover that broke my heart. 
I also told you I was in a very dark place. 
Do you remember what I said to you?
I’m too ashamed to confess what I did to myself. 
Please don’t make me say it. 
I don’t want to see you cry again. 
Your beautiful emerald looking eyes don’t deserve to have tears in them. 
They need to keep sparkling and smiling. 

After we cried together, I confessed my love to you. 
I didn’t expect you to say anything. 
I didn’t expect you to feel the same way. 
I just wanted you to listen. 
I remember looking into those dazzling green eyes, holding your hand, and telling you: 
“I know this sounds cheesy. And I know that it may not seem true. But this is the truth. I promise. I love you. I love you so much. And I want to let you know that I will always love you. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re with someone new. I don’t care if I’m with someone new. I don’t even care if I haven’t talked to you in months, or even years. I will always love you.”
You didn’t say anything. 
You just nodded as tears fell down your cheek from your watery green eyes. 

Then, I asked you what you wanted from me. 
You said:
“I honestly don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I never know what the right choice is. I never know what the right thing to do is. I always hurt you. I don’t want to keep hurting you. We had a lot of fun. And that’s all I wanted at first. And that’s what happened. I liked you. I really did. A lot. Then things changed. I wanted to hang out with you every day and be with you every day. And we did that. I wanted to be closer to you. And we did that too. Then stuff happened, and I got scared. I don’t know. I was scared to be happy. I didn’t want to be in a relationship. I wasn’t prepared at all for how I felt about you. I didn’t know how to take it to the next level. I didn’t know how to be your boyfriend.” 

These words still bring tears to my eyes.  
It’s as if we are star-crossed lovers; forever living different paths in our lives that don’t have any connection in the end, denying us of any chance of living a life together. 
But how can that be when we are existing at the same time?
You’re alive. 
I’m alive. 
And I have never felt more alive with anyone else than when I’m with you. 
Just the way you look at me with those alluring eyes is what convinces me that you are in love with me too. 
So why aren’t we together? 
Why are you with someone else? 
Why are you with her?
Is it because she can give you a family?
Is it because you want to believe she’s the one for you?
Not just you though, for your whole family. 
She’s someone they will accept. 
Nobody would accept me into your family. 
I think we both know that for sure. 

Two hundred and twenty-one days have passed since that night happened. 
I’ve gone through many stages of:
Hating you. 
Worrying about you. 
Wondering if you’re dead.
Wondering if you’re alive. 
Pretending you’re dead. 
Wishing for your presence. 
All while still loving you. 
It’s torture. 

I don’t know if I should give up. 
Or if I should keep waiting for you. 
Because a part of me feels that I will never find anybody like you. 

Nobody’s going to look at me the way you did. 
Nobody’s going to touch me the way you did. 
Nobody’s going to care about me the way you did. 
And nobody’s going to understand me the way you do.

Every time I talk to someone new, I compare them to you. 
I know that’s wrong, but it’s true and I can’t help it. 
That’s when I start to believe that they’re not good enough for me. 
Because I need to find somebody that’s so good that they make me forget about you…
I know that’s not fair and I think that’s what keeps me from letting people in. 
I put this steel cage around my heart when you left me, and you’re the only one with the key to open it. 
I just wish you would talk to me. 
I wish you would tell me to move on, but your silence speaks louder than words. 
It drives me crazy; leads me to believe that I did something wrong, but I didn’t. 
Maybe it’s your way of keeping me in the sidelines when things get bad with you and her. 
I don’t see how that’s fair, but I love you so much that I don’t care. 
I’ll take any excuse you give me to come back, so long as I get to see your face again. 

I’m sorry. 
I’m sorry for getting close to you. 
I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems. 
I’m sorry for loving you. 
I’m sorry for all of this. 
Maybe things would’ve been simpler if we just didn’t meet. 
But as people say, “Two souls don’t just meet by simple coincidence.”
I start to wonder why you came into my life. 
Or was it I that came into yours?
I wonder if you’ll ever come back to me, even as a friend. 
I miss you. 
I miss you so dearly. 
Please stay alive while I exist. 
Whether it’s a year or ten, I will wait for you. 
Because I love you, and I want to believe that we are meant to be together. 
I want to wake up every morning to those lovely green eyes of yours. 

I forgive you.
I forgive you for pretending that I don’t exist.
I forgive you for leaving me with no explanation.
I forgive you for choosing her over me.
I forgive you  for falling for me.
I get it now.
We are just simply not meant to be.
But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with that. 

You know me…
You know I always have so much to say to you.
You know I could write books about my love for you. 
But I have one more important thing to say….

Happy birthday. 

Love always and forever, 
The boy with the brown eyes 

Favorite words by Namjoon - 1

- We’re so used to looking out at the world
When there’s a whole galaxy existing inside me

- I believe my father who goes to the office everyday, my mother who is a realtor, my sister, even the stray cats and dogs on the road and the pebbles, we all have a galaxy in our hearts. Many people fail to discover that galaxy even until they die, no matter how they lived, how they died. Our Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa PT.1, PT.2 are, as I said, risk and energy, but they’re also the story we tell with the wish that you could find your own galaxy.

-  I believe in your galaxy, ARMY!

- The ARMY Bombs are sparkling tonight. It feels like we are in the midst of the universe. It’s like we are entering the galaxy with ARMYs. I hope you won’t think that this galaxy, this universe would get bigger and wider and you will drift away from our hearts. Because your eyes, every one of you, they shine even brighter than ARMY Bombs. We are working hard to see and to light up those eyes, those starlights. Do you see this universe? In this galaxy, in this sparkling space, we are one. Please don’t forget that you are our galaxy.

- I think if you alll turn off the ARMY Bombs, we would fall from this universe, this galaxy we are standing in. Purple was my favorite color when I was a child. Looking at this purple sea today, I got goosebumps, because back then I once thought the universe was purple. Right now, I feel like I’m in the midst of a very special universe. ARMYs, I love you.

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald
Eyes of the Signs

*Use your sun, moon or rising sign!*

Aries: Competitive gleams shine in their eyes. Teasing staring showdowns. They have a confidence that comes from the soul visible in their eyes. Games and play hide behind every bat of their lovely, superior, and flirtatious eyelashes.

Taurus: Some might say “dull”, but some might also say “full”…these people have a steadiness to their eyes that sweetly soothes those around them. Unwavering in their glances, knowing in their eye-contact. Like looking at the moon from a quiet beach in the late night.

Gemini: They sparkle with mischief, with laughter, with suppressed giggles. They are inviting you in with the fun in their stare. You can tell just by looking into their eyes, just how full of wit they are! Their eyes look like they’re about to answer every question you’ve ever had.

Cancer: Warm, they caress and heal your wounds with their eyes. Usually they have long eyelashes that surround their eyes in a friendly cocoon, like nature’s way of saying “here’s a hot cup of chocolate and a blanket in a stare”. Kind eyes, pained eyes. As if they might break if you speak too harshly.

Leo: Sweet life pours out of these eyes. The innocent stare of a child waiting for life to happen to them. Never ever dull, some might even say there is a bit of crazed hits to your soul in their stare. It’s not that they’re crazed though, it’s just their excitement you see.

Virgo: Mature, pragmatic, knowing eyes. You know just by looking into these eyes, that no matter how silly the person might seem, how innocent or naive, they’re reading the world and analyzing it like the books they love. And as such, their eyes make you feel theirs is advice and intuition you can trust.

Libra: Inviting by nature, theirs is a warm and welcoming stare. The eyes of someone who is listening, who is taking note of what you are expressing to them - be it verbal or physical expression - as they are supremely perceptive with those eyes. They make you feel like the most special person alive with their eyes.

Scorpio: Masters of eye contact. They are reading into every detail of your soul with just a glance. Every stare is a test. If you have anything to hide, theirs is an intimidating stare. If you like a challenge and are unafraid to be read, you’ve never met someone more interesting. They have the kindest eyes, the most compassionate (if you show them the courage they seek to see) eyes of them all.

Sagittarius: Innocent, almost naive stares. They look at the world with idealism and almost selfish confidence. They see the wonder and fantasy in everything, and if you look into their eyes long enough, you might too! Curious glances, always on the move glances.

Capricorn: Despite the reputation of this archetype, they’re the comedians. Their eyes are filled with the jokes they’re about to tell, the next absurd sentence you don’t expect, the laughs they’re about to have (with you, or if you fail to impress them, maybe even about you!) Their intellect is visible in their stare and analytical glances.

Aquarius: Mad geniuses, crazed Einstein stares. Or perhaps a loony music composer glance as if you’ve just interrupted their latest masterpiece in mid-creation. They’ll never give you the socially correct stare or glance at the socially correct moment. They close their eyes when they laugh real hard.

Pisces: Dreamy, and whimsical eyes. You’ll think you’re falling in love just looking at them. The sweetest, gentlest stares. You can fall into their persona by only looking into their eyes. Those eyes will have you convinced that if you look into them long enough, you’ll find yourself, you’ll find the meaning of life.

bad | 08

He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. 

Originally posted by shitjeon

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, mentions of smut, badboy!au, hints of angst

WORDS: 10 282

WARNINGS: mature language, sexual themes

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08coming soon ↠ 

A/N: I would apologize for taking so long, but I won’t :P hope you like some juicy drama. this part is a little different from the other ones, but it’s very necessary and important.

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Benedict’s eyes

oh my god i can’t take it anymore i’m in love with ben’s eyes

and not JUST his iris, there’s already loads of appreciation post on his wonderful otherworldly cosmic-coloured irises, this time i wanna talk about the rest of his eye features

i love his eyelid!!! I do i love it so much especially when his eyes are half-open at rest and relaxed because then they make such a distinct and clean line above his eyes

LOOK AT THOSE EYELIDS IT’S SO CUTE

and then there’s the cute lil slanted pea-shape i mean look!!! it’s so anime-y, as someone who draws lots of ben/sherlock fanart, let me just tell you that drawing the shape of his eye is one of the most satisfying things in the world

Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

and then there’s his eyelashes! it’s not particularly thick or particularly long, but it’s just the perfect amount of length and sparseness and curl to perfectly decorate his eye and make his iris seem to sparkle more

and also just how expressive all those features combined can be, his eyes are SO expressive!! just look at how soft and radiant it is when he smiles

look at how sad and sombre it is when he cries

how vulnerable it looks when he’s weak

how scary it can look when he’s angry

AND THEN THIS!!!! I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO CAPTION IT BECAUSE LOOK AT ALL THE EMOTIONS HIS EYES ALONE COULD CONVEY!

please talk to me about ben’s eyes, every time i see his eyes i amd more and more in love with him and i’m not even the type to romanticize things, i’m the opposite of that but his eyes!! like i’m genuinely in awe with his eyes because of its pure mathematical beauty, the curvature of its shape, the flick of its eyelash, the distinctiveness of the eyelid, the depth of its expressiveness!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND??????? WHY I’M SO IN LOVE????? WITH HIS EYES???????????

So Harry went and did DADA talks at Hogwarts, and I will fight anyone who doesn’t think Ginny went back and ran coaching sessions.

Can you imagine being their kids??

Like Auror Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, tall and wiry and he’s probs got a scar or two at this point, and a beard and these sparkling emerald eyes and he… actually looks a bit scary except those eyes are always laughing and he’s so chilled out and he makes fun of himself a lot, and everyone’s like swwoooooooooon

And James, Albus, and Lily all tossing balled up pictures of Ginny at the back of people’s heads like stooooooooopp it, he’s maaaaarrriiiieeeddd

And Ginny Potter, war heroine and captain of the Holyhead Harpies and just generally the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, toned from her sport, with freckles across her nose and hazel eyes, all mischief, and this torrent of bright red hair that she keeps tied up while she’s playing then she steps off her broom and shrugs off the heavy outer playing robe and lets it down and it flows down over her shoulders like a lava spill, and everyone’s like swwoooooooooooooon

And James, Albus, and Lily all tossing balled up pictures of Harry at the back of people’s heads like stooooooooopp it, she’s maaaaarrriiiieeeddd

Finding you

Originally posted by taesscripts

Words: 5992

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.

Description: Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?

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Caring || myg

TRICK

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Summary: Yoongi couldn’t possibly be your guardian angel, but who keeps leaving the cough medicene on your desk?

Genre: fluff, guardian angel! au

Length: 1.5k

A/N: he would be such a cute angel, the perfect mix of caring by seemingly uncaring.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

“Y/N, you won’t believe what was on your desk again this morning,” you looked at Taehyung who was grinning, and as you sat down, raising an eyebrow at him and opening your palm expectantly, “you’re no fun,” he whined before placing a box in your hands.

You didn’t bother looking at Taehyung again, inspecting the box in your hands. You had been suffering from a cold that left you sniffling and sneezing in all your lessons, and resting in your hand was a box of high-quality cough medicine.

The first time the medication had been left on your table you assumed it was someone from your class that had gotten tired of your constant sniffing and Taehyung had burst into laughter before he wondered how irritated they must have been to spend so much money.

Then the second day you both found it a little less funny, and the third-day Taehyung had come to the conclusion that it was a secret admirer or your guardian angel.; although he had been quick to point out someone your age would never have a guardian angel.

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this isn’t how it ends (remus x reader)

Pairing: Remus x Reader headcanons 

Requested by the beautiful @pottergoldstein - I hope you like this sweet pea

so this is really long oops

  • You couldn’t pin point the exact moment when you realised you loved Remus Lupin 
  • But you knew that out of all the uncertainty that surrounded you
  • Your feelings for Remus were a solid truth
  • It all started in your third year
  • You were visiting a friend who had slid off their broomstick and plummeted through the air
  • They were still unconscious, lost in a dreamless sleep
  • But he was not
  • He was lying there, aching with pain, angry red gashes slicing his arms and chest, purple bruises blossoming beneath pale skin
  • You knew who he was, everyone knew the Marauders
  • And without his friends, Remus looked very lonely 
  • And something punctured your chest and forced you to walk over to his bedside
  • After introducing yourself, you and he began to talk
  • And you don’t know what made you do it, but you found yourself dipping your hand into your bag and pulling out your favorite book
  • “So you’re not alone,” you simply said, and with that, you gave him a smile and left
  • Your conversation with Remus followed you for the rest of the day like a shadow 
  • And at night, those eyes that sparkled with mischief and intellect haunted you until you thought you saw them peering into your dreams
  • The next day, you returned to the hospital wing with the hopes of seeing Remus
  • After his recovery, the two of you met up in the library and tucked yourselves away in the corner of the room, concealed by shelves of books and engulfed in deep and lengthy conversations
  • Your fellow Slytherins were unimpressed with your choice of friends
  • Because they knew that something wasn’t right with Remus 
  • But that didn’t bother you
  • Besides, you didn’t know who to trust anymore
  • But you knew you could trust Remus
  • Because he made you feel warm inside, like butterbear on a winters day
  • You began to adore his little quirks
  • How he spoke with his hands whenever he became passionate about topics he loved
  • And the way he perfumed the air around the two of you with the sweet, subtle scent of chocolate and cinnamon
  • It was around the end of third year that you began to get suspicious and you started asking him questions
  • You found ways to slide questions into the conversations discreetly, you disguised your words just so
  • Because you were very clever with words, a gift that was unique to you
  • But Remus, who had built up a barrier over the years, didn’t let you in
  • It was toward the end of your fourth year when you finally gave up and confronted him
  • You couldn’t miss the way he suddenly went rigid at your question
  • And the way his words seemed to freeze in his lungs
  • With a shaky breath, he rose from his spot on the floor and scanned the shelves for a book 
  • “What are you doing?” you asked him curtly, confusion and agitation rising in your chest
  • He didn’t answer
  • Instead, he pulled a dusty, old book from the shelf and placed it in your open hands
  • The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger was suddenly in your lap
  • “Page 394” he whispered, blinking back what looked like tears 
  • You turned to the page, still confused and irritated 
  • And then you read the title
  • Werewolves 
  • Suddenly, all confusion and irritation that had dwelled in your chest evaporated and guilt began to pour through the cracks in your ribcage
  • It all made sense 
  • “You’re a -”
  • When you looked up, he was gone
  • Remus avoided you for a week
  • And you didn’t hear from him for most of the summer
  • Until the last week of the holidays
  • When you received an owl carrying a square package
  • It was the book you had given Remus when you first met, your favourite book
  • This isn’t how it ends you said to yourself
  • So after the holidays ended
  • You marched straight up to Remus and pulled him away from his friends
  • You dragged him through the tall hallways until you reached the library
  • You shoved him into the corner
  • And you kissed him 
  • You kissed him so hard, you thought the air from you lungs had been sucked into a vacuum
  • And when he began to kiss you back, you knew
  • You were head over heels in love with Remus Lupin 
  • When you broke away, his expression looked dazed and hungry 
  • The taste of chocolate on your lips and your thundering heart in his hands
  • I don’t care that you’re a werewolf,” you breathed, “just don’t ever ignore me again,” 
  • “I’m sorry” he whispered, staring down at his feet
  • “I know,” you replied, at that, you kissed him again
  • That day, you gave your heart to a werewolf who you loved for all his cuts and scars
  • And that day, he finally felt like more than just a monster
  • He felt love  
  • And he knew he was finally home

bonus:

  • “Cough it up,” said Sirius from behind the bookshelf, beckoning James with an open palm “The deal was; five sickles if Remus and (Y/N) like each other,” 
  • “Well, we don’t know if they like each other,” said James, defensively, “They’re just…”
  • He peered around the corner and sighed. 
  • James gave Peter a desperate look for last-minute support, but all Wormtail could do was shrug. 
  • With another overdramatic sigh (which earned himself a face-splitting smirk from Sirius), James dipped his hands into his pockets and slapped the sickles into Sirius’s hands. 

Shance and Kurance angsty HC

Kuron (he is given this name by Lance after OG Shiro returns and Kuron finds out he’s a clone) and Lance get super close. Close enough that they being to date since Lance always liked Shiro so they’re both shaken by the fact that Kuron isn’t the real Shiro. But Lance sticks by him anyway.

Everyone is suspicious of Kuron and starts treating him differently even tho he really did not ask to exist but Lance defends him. Unbeknownst to him, Shiro is one jealous mf. Lance didn’t know Shiro returned his feelings but Kuron figures it out which leads to a conversation between the original and the clone. Kuron says they are basically the same except for one thing: Kuron had the guts to let himself fall in love and be loved and Shiro did not.

Unfortunately, Kuron (while not being evil) was programmed to attack the paladins. So when the programming kicks in he kicks the shit out of most of the team while Kuron’s mind and body betray him. The malicious magic from his galra arm begin to infect him physically, vines of energy crawling up the side of his neck,, a result of Shiro’s arm having damaged it while fighting him. Lance tries to get close and reason with him but Kuron grabs him by the neck and dangles him in the air. And as Lance is choking he’s able to reach out and stroke Kuron’s face. That’s when the clarity starts to come back. Kuron is still fighting his programming and the magic when he realizes that he hurt everyone including the person he loved most… the person who believed in him. Lance is still trying to calm him down when Kuron can feel himself slipping again. So when Lance gets close enough to kiss, he begs Lance to kill him. No one else can hear their conversation. All the see is them breathing in tandem and looking into eachother’s eyes, their foreheads pressed together before they share what has to be the universe’s gentlest kiss and nobody even noticed Lance had summoned his bayard until it was pressed to Kuron’s chest and the shot was fired, Kuron slumping over onto Lance with a cry. They tried to approach but the look Lancr gave them (one they’d never forget) told them to back the hell off. He’d shot Kuron in the heart, as he’d asked. He holds Kuron, whispering lovingly into his ear and stroking his hair, never once leaving his side as he takes his last breaths. And even after, when Kuron is long gone and Lance is all out of tears, he stays like that. By the time anyone can get close to him, his throat is sore and his legs are lumb.

He looks at Shiro, something sharp in those mournful blue eyes, and says “Help me.”

So Shiro helps a wobbly legged Lance carry Kuron to the medbay where they clean him up and Lance puts him in a pod until they can hold a service for him and when that comes around Lance is quieter than he’s ever been. He makes sure there’s flowers tho. He thinks Kuron would’ve liked that. And they send him off Yondu Style, Lance unable to take his eyes away from the colorful and sparkling ashes from his spot in the observatory.

Shiro hates this. He doesn’t know what to do for Lance. He doesn’t know how to let himself be taken by love like Kuron did. He wonders if Kuron felt like this when he realized he was a clone and how he and Lance still made it work. And it’s even more difficult since Lance is healing and grieving and Shiro doesn’t think Lance can love him after everything.

He’s wrong. It takes a while. There’s a lot of miscommunication. There’s needless avoidance. There’s a lot of hurtful things said and done but they get there eventually.

It’s been a long day, mission that almost went south. It was a close call. Lance and Shiro were paired up- Allura’s orders and they found themselves in a tough spot. They really thought they’d die there. Shiro told Lance that at least he was with the person he’d want by his side in his last moments right before Keith and Red come barrelling in and scoop them up into Red’s mouth. They don’t mention it again until Shiro stumbles upon Lance in the observatory.

Lance doesn’t look at him but Shiro knows he hears his footsteps, knows he knows it’s Shiro.

The words echo softly in the observatory.

“Did you mean it?”

And Lance is looking at him now.

“Am I the last face you want to see when you go?”

Shiro doesn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

They go from there, taking it slow and learning eachother. But they do get there.

Eventually.

Little By Little | Pt. 4

▷ Jungkook Angst

 “Sometimes friendship takes over the place of love and then love has no place left..”

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You looked at your phone screen, reading the messages over and over again. Why was he making everything harder for you?

Throwing your phone on the sofa, you leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes, thinking about what had happened just a while ago.

One hour ago

“Jungkook, I saw the way you look at a girl when you like her or when you’re in love with her. You don’t look at me like that..”

“Y/N-”

Holding your hand up, you stopped him before he could say anything. “You don’t have to say anything, Jungkook. Just, please, go home and stop making this harder for the both of us. I’m sure that as time goes by, you’ll forget me, believe me. Little by little, you’ll stop remembering me. It won’t be as difficult as you think it will be.”

Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes darkened and he grabbed your shoulders and pressed your body against his, faces inches away from each other. “Damn it, Y/N! Stop interrupting me and listen to me! I like you! I don’t know how it happened or when it happened but it happened!”

“No, you don’t like me, Jungkook. You like the times when we spend time together, laugh together, have fun together or cry together. That’s it. I was always your distraction whenever she wasn’t there for you. I was always there for you whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on. But I’m tired, Jungkook. I can’t pretend to be happy anymore..”

You watched how Jungkook huffed loudly while he went his fingers trough his hair. “Y/N, why can’t you just believe me?! What should I do to make you believe me?!”

“You can’t make-”

Before you could end your sentence, Jungkook leaned forward and connected his lips with yours. Wrapping one arm around your body, he placed the other hand on your neck, pressing your head harshly against his.

When he realized that you weren’t reacting or responding to his kiss, he leaned back and placed his forehead against your shoulder. His whole body started shaking the moment he started talking in between his sobs. “Do you believe me now? Y/N, I don’t want to lose you, please.. Don’t leave me without you, I’m begging you. Tell me, what can I do to make you believe me?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Just answer one question.”

When Jungkook heard those words, his head shot up immediately, his whole body filling with hope, looking at you with expecting and sparkling eyes.

Leaning forward, you reached for his back pocket and put your hand in it, grabbing the sparkling necklace that broke your heart whenever you saw it. Bringing the necklace in front of his eyes with your trembling hands, you asked him with a shaky voice.

“Why do you still carry her necklace with you even though you say you like me?”