Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.
I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…
The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?
My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.
I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.
Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.
female YA protagonist:
...and this is my best friend, who I've known for my whole life; she's really beautiful (not like me) and graceful and smart and good at sports and all the boys want her but for SOME REASON she never seems interested, but we're so close and she supports me and understands me and I can tell her everything and just seeing her makes me feel happy...
female YA protagonist:
female YA protagonist:
holy shit is that a CUTE SMIRKING WHITE BOY I think I'm in ~**~LOVE~**~
“I can see that moron! But why?! What does this accomplish apart from making you look stupid?”
“Hey!” Lance said indignantly, jumping back as Keith got up from the floor and advanced towards him.
“Give it back!”
“Give. It. Back.”
“Just hear me out first!” Keith stilled with his hands clasped around the collar of his stolen jacket.
Fanart for @purpleneutrino‘s fic Entangled. It’s amazing and I’m sad it’s gonna end soon. I got really frustrated with the fanart and just kinda gave up (I can’t shade.. or colour?). I put in a quick Keith wearing Lance’s jacket from the next scene to make up for it.
Please teach me your ways of digital painting and shading because I‘m clearly not progressing as fast as I want to ;_;
Fun Fact: I actually rewatched some Voltron to find the episode where Lance and Hunk are wearing pyjamas to correctly reference the canon pyjamas for Lance. And they really do not go with that jacket, haha. When you’re too obsessed with getting every detail right.
Anyway, I hope you’ll still like this, there’s definitely more coming even when Entangled ends because I really really really love it!
JB - While you’re looking elsewhere, he turns your face to his by placing his hands on both sides of yours. He rests his forehead on yours out of affection which you expected but then he lifts your face and kisses you. You didn’t expect that…
Mark - While you’re out walking somewhere and his arm is draped over your shoulders, he kisses you on the cheek casually like this isn’t the first time. Later that same outing, he kisses you on the lips before he parts from you for some reason (like needing to use the bathroom). Again, no big deal.
Jackson - Full of respect for you, he hasn’t kissed you on the mouth yet though he’s affectionate in other ways. So you make the first move. He forgets everything else and responds with a lust you didn’t know he had. He’s not ashamed to kiss you in public and doesn’t care who’s watching.
Jinyoung - It’s a long time coming but so worth it. Now that he can trust you, he has no problem being honest. He says he wants to kiss you and he does right then and there. He knows he’s not an expert so he does it repeatedly with tiny adjustments until he feels the response he’s looking for in your body.
Youngjae - In private, when he’s in a really good mood, he playfully pins you against a wall. Now that your faces and bodies are so close, he hazards a kiss just to see what would happen. *Try not to look so surprised. He’s a man after all.
BamBam - He finds the right opportunity and goes for it, no hesitation at all. After a short peck, he gauges your reaction. Since you don’t seem offended, he gives you a good, long one this time.
Yugyeom - At the end of one of his hugs that he always gives you, he bends down and goes in slow because he wants you to know it’s coming and he wants you to anticipate it. He pauses at your lips and won’t let them touch until you get frustrated.
How are you doing after that? Need a moment? Shall I get you a fan? 😂 Fun fact: the inspiration for this came from someone wanting a fic including the words “this fat meaty”… You’re welcomed that I kept this so clean. 😁
Because @lunadegitana didn’t mind a quick imagine & there were crummy days had, and Rafael is obviously the best medicine…
Yes, that’s what he’d settle on. Rafael Barba sighed, and cocked his head to the side while leaning back in his chair so he could prop his feet up on his desk. Terse; because you weren’t being rude, even though it wasn’t like you to speak in such vague terms.
Just an hour ago- he had sent you a text asking if you’d like to go out for drinks that evening. Not an uncommon or particularly vexing question, he’d like to think. Yet you had only responded all of ten minutes later; Perhaps.
Perhaps? What was he supposed to construe from that? He spent forever staring at those seven silly letters before growing just slightly frustrated. With you for leaving him so bewildered, with himself for even really caring so much.
writing fan fiction is like trying to hold a bunch of hot pasta in your hands except you can’t bc it’s burning your hands off and slipping through your fingers just like the pain you feel when you can’t acCURATELY WRITE WHAT YOU’VE IMAGINED
okay but like can i just say that i really really appreciate that allura loved her dad and her dad loved her back like,,,, lots of kids don’t really get that ???
in fiction especially, royal kids don’t really get to be close with their parents??? and like alfor loved her so much that he froze her so that SHE would survive even if he didn’t
and even OUTSIDE of fiction, black kids specifically don’t usually have positive experiences with their dad, u know? and allura, a black princess, being close with her dad to the point where he saved her over almost everyone else?
AND I STAY UP AT NIGHT CRYING ABOUT THIS BECAUSE!!!!! HE HAD AN AI MADE OF HIMSELF JUST TO COMFORT HER WHILE HE WAS GONE!!!!! HE LOVES HER SO MUCH AND IM CRYING IN THE CLUB