lance is overprotective as f u ck with keith and nearly tackles an alien when it threatens keith
like lance goes from smiling and friendly and all of a sudden, he’s pushing straight into the alien and shoving him from a stunned keith
cue lance leaning in real close to the alien’s face, and it’s really scary, cause lance has never been this serious
and he just quietly says, “don’t you dare come near him again.” and he’s not even yelling, it’s just quiet and calm and fucking scary as shit
lance lets it go, and turns to face keith only to see that keith is like.super red
like gaping, open-mouthed keef with cheeks redder than his armor
BONUS: inside keith’s mind is “holy shit that was fucking h o t”
i’d like to point out that since so many people are concerned, i n e v e r support toxic relationships. in this headcanon, it’s a justified reason for lance to say something like that; the alien has been threatening keith.
threatening. maybe i didn’t make it clear enough, but there’s a reason lance gets angry.
and since it’s still bothering so many people, i’ll change this headcanon, but i’d also like to point out that many of my headcanons are crack/slef-indulgent.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
I need some major Yoosung fluff my man *wink + finger guns + eyebrow waggle* hit me with whatever ya got
*rolls up sleeves + cracks my knuckles + chugs my coffee* i gotchu fam
This was the first time MC was going to be spending the night at Yoosung’s apartment.
It was honestly a little nerve wracking– it was the first time MC had ever stayed the night at their boyfriend’s house before and they didn’t know if there was unspoken expectations behind the gesture. They wouldn’t necessarily mind if anything happened between them, but really all they wanted to do was snuggle and play video games.
Yoosung let MC in with a huge, nervous smile and greeted them with a kiss. Just the press of lips together eased so many of MC’s nerves. Feeling overwhelmed with affection for the blonde boy, MC wrapped their arms around his neck, lengthening the kiss between them, smiling into it. Although taken back at first, he melted into the kiss, resting his hands on MC’s hips.
When they pulled away, they both smiled at each other sheepishly.
“Sorry. I got a bit carried away,” MC said, aware of the blush heating their face. Thankfully, Yoosung was also pink.
“It’s okay! Come in. I made dinner.”
Yoosung led MC in, closing the door behind them and resting his hand on the small of MC’s back. He didn’t push or try to guide them– it was just there as a comforting weight as the two of them walked to the kitchen.
This was one of MC’s favorite parts of their relationship– the two of them were both naturally cuddly and tender, so the casual displays of affection were normal to them, but it always caused a warmth in MC’s chest that they had started to associate with Yoosung. Even when they had met for the first time, something about Yoosung had felt…different. It was almost as if he was a sun, radiating warmth that infiltrated their heart with a fondness that almost choked them sometimes.
After eating dinner together–where, at one point, MC had fed Yoosung once and then purposely smeared some of the food on his cheek– the two of them played some video games–they were playing a game called Life is Strange together and both of them teared up at the sadder parts of the game. While playing the game, they cuddled, often switching up the positions so their limbs didn’t get tired. Wanting to get through most of the game, they binge played it, although they stopped for a small snack break after episode two that devolved into a snuggle session.
Once it got to be four am, Yoosung realized that both he and MC were tired, if the yawning was any indication. The two of them got ready for bed, yawning interspersed throughout their routine, but they always managed to somehow be touching, whether it was MC leaning on Yoosung as they brushed their teeth or Yoosung resting his hand on MC’s shoulder, rubbing gently while they washed their face. Finally, the bed was beckoning them, and Yoosung got in first, stretching, then flopping on the bed, body limp.
MC finished putting away their things, looking over at the bed where Yoosung lounged. Half of his face was buried in the pillow, the other purple eye watching them, half-lidded and sleepy. The moonlight turned his blonde hair silvery and they noticed, with a small smile, that Yoosung still had his bobby pins in his hair. Getting on the bed, MC reached down to take out the hair accessories, their fingers getting sidetracked and running through the soft hair. Closing his eyes like a cat, Yoosung tilted his head into the touch, a pleased smile curving his lips. Giggling, MC put the bobby pins on the nightstand and adjusted the covers, wiggling underneath them. Yoosung put his arms around MC too early, causing the covers to get bunched up, and MC threw their head back, laughing. “Yoosung!” they whispered, trying not to laugh any louder. The walls were paper thin, and it was 4:30 am. “I gotta get under the covers!” Pouting, Yoosung let MC pull away slightly to adjust the covers perfectly, then wrapped his arms around MC, nestling them against his chest. MC closed their eyes, gripping their fingers in the fabric of Yoosung’s sleep shirt, reveling in the warmth of their boyfriend, and feeling at home. With a kiss to MC’s forehead, Yoosung slipped into sleep, MC following soon after.