So I’m loving the posts going around really digging into the details of Season 2 and I’d like to add one of my own that I haven’t seen covered yet. Let’s talk about this:
This is one of the first times we see Shiro talking to his lion since the end of season 1 and its not at all the way we’ve seen the other Paladins talk to theirs so far. To be fair, we’re skipping ahead in the conversation, which started out very much as a ‘we’ve got some work to do’ (implied ‘together’;) but it escalates to this point pretty quickly. *side note? Shiro is the only one not shown talking to his lion after the team comes out of the corrupted wormhole and crash lands on their respective planets/nebulas. Maybe he does, but we get no indication of it the way we did with the others and I think that’s deliberate of the show writers.* In season 1, we saw that Shiro had, possibly, the strongest bond with his lion in the flying blind incident so how did we get to the point where Shiro’s voice actually holds panic when he’s talking to his lion now?
That’s the easy part, really. We all remember this scene.
Shiro basically gets kicked out of his own lion and, Zarkon controlled or not, it would be very hard for him to not feel as if the lion itself was, if not actively participating, at least complacent in the act. This isn’t just a mindless mechanical response - it looks like a rejection of him as a pilot and as the pilot of the Black Lion. Now we need to consider Shiro’s state of mind for a moment to understand just how deeply this would effect him. For an entire year of his life, he hasn’t been treated as though he had any intrinsic worth at all. He’s been a piece of meat, entertainment fodder, a pawn, a toy, a commodity. He has had his physical and mental state forceably changed against his will. All the things that probably make up what he considers himself have been ignored or outright mowed right over. And he remembers just enough to know that - and not enough to know how deep the damage or the alien change inside of him has gone. He’s someone that’s struggling to rebuild his sense of self, to figure out who he is and what his worth is and its not hard to suppose that his place as team leader, Black paladin and pilot of his lion are stones he’s been building a lot of his new foundation on. ‘Defenders of the Universe, huh? It has a nice ring to it’ he says as everyone else is quietly freaking out over the concept. This gives Shiro purpose, this assures him he’s still worth something, this helps tell him who he is beyond slave, gladiator, experiment.
And this has just summarily rejected him in favor of a universe crushing tyrant.
(this got long, have a ‘read more’ to spare your dash)
I know Steve gets in a lot of dumb fights now, but what was the stupidest fight he got into pre-serum?
we grew up mostly during the prohibition, when alcohol was illegal. i mean, it was still pretty easy to get your hands on some, because people like alcohol, but most of it tasted awful, because it was home-brewed to be as strong as possible.
anyway, stevie and i got a bit of some really terrible hooch and squirreled ourselves away to get drunk. it took steve about four drinks to be totally wasted, and it turns out steve is a pretty entertaining drunk, with crazy fast mood swings and a tendency to want to touch things, just to see how they felt. he was wandering around the apartment trying to figure out if dark colors or light colors felt better, and he wanted to see if my hair–a nice dark color, versus his light blonde–felt nice. so i let him run his hand over the top of my head, and i was teasing him because he had all the fine motor control of a baby, so he’d made a mess of my hair. i think i said something like ‘my hair’s terrible now, stevie, and now nobodys gonna respect me’ and steve went ‘NO!! you have nice hair bucky your hair is GREAT it is SO GREAT.’ which was nice of him, because my hair really was a mess.
and then he punched me.
he punched me several times.
drunk steve is not much of a brawler so he didnt do much damage before i tipped him over and sat on him. it wasnt much of a fight. but if youre looking for stupid, attacking me to defend my own hair is probably one for the history books.
sometimes i miss wee steve, because big steve thinks my hair is ridiculous. i bet if tiny drunk steve were around, hed try and fight captain america to defend my hair’s honor. now that’d be a fight worth watching
Prompt: Lance is flirting with the reader and he says “How would you like to go on a date with a Defender of the Universe?” and she goes “I would love to” and then she turns to Shiro and asks him out (he says yes of course). Bonus: Keith thinks it is the funniest thing in the entire universe and cannot. Stop. laughing
“Hey beautiful are you a star? Because you light up my life.” Lance said coming up and leaning on the console that you were currently working on repairing.
“Hello Lance.” You replied with a sigh not bothering to look up from your work. Lance flirting with you wasn’t exactly uncommon but you didn’t have the patience to deal with it today. You had a million and one things you had to fix around the ship today and the last thing you wanted was to entertain a flirtatious paladin.
“You must be one hell of a thief because you stole my heart from all the way across the room.” Lance continued, undeterred by your unapproachable tone.
“I haven’t stolen a single thing my entire life and I’m not about to start now.” You shot back.
“Let’s cut to the chase then. You, me, a candle lit dinner underneath the stars.” Lance offered with a charming smile.
“Excuse me?” You asked, looking up with an arched eyebrow.
“How would you like to go on a date with a Defender of the Universe.” He asked smoothly. You internally groaned and got to your feet bracing yourself to turn Lance down again when you got an idea that would kill two birds with one stone. You squared your shoulders and swallowed any doubt about what you were about to do.
“Actually I would like that.” You say standing up and giving him a warm gentle smile before turning around and sauntering towards Shiro who looked absolutely dumbfounded and confused at the turn of events. “Shiro?”
“Yes?” He asked, his voice raising slightly in surprise.
“You’re a Defender of the Universe aren’t you?” You asked with a flirty lilt to your voice. You casually draped your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes at him. Shiro visibly swallowed before rediscovering his voice.
“I am, yes.” He responding, trying remain politely formal but you could see the glimmer of excitement in his eyes at your line of questioning. All the while Lance stood where you left him utterly shocked at what was happening before his eyes.
“Well would you like to take me out on a date or not?” You asked bluntly.
“Yes ma’am … I mean - yeah. I’d like that.” He stuttered, slowly getting over your sudden authoritativeness.
“Great. You know where you can find me, pilot.” You smiled and winked at Shiro before sauntering out of the room. You intended to go work on another part of the ship to get away from the paladins but Shiro was quick on your heels, striking up a comfortable conversation while you walked.
“Oh my god the look on your face when she - “ Keith cackled hysterically at Lance. “Holy shit I can’t breathe.” He said through his laughter, bending over and clutching his sides.
Danny Rand: Claire says you’re a good guy. She says you’ve done a lot for Harlem.
Luke Cage: Yeah, I just want to help.
Danny Rand: Me too. That’s what lead me to that warehouse.
Luke Cage: You call that helping? You were gonna beat that kid within an inch of his life.
Danny Rand: Come on. I wasn’t gonna kill him.
Luke Cage: Sure looked like it.
Danny Rand: The Hand is dangerous. They murdered my parents, invaded the city I was sworn to protect.
Luke Cage: That kid’s got nothing to do with all that.
Danny Rand: Of course he does. He works for them.
Luke Cage: He needed a job.
Danny Rand: That’s not an excuse. You never fought someone to protect someone else?
Luke Cage: Of course I have.
Danny Rand: Okay, so what’s the difference?
Luke Cage: The difference is I live on their block. The difference is I’m not some billionaire white boy who takes justice into his own hands and slams a black kid against a wall because of his personal vendetta. Yeah, Claire told me about you on the way over here. Not all the mystical parts, but everything else.
Danny Rand: The money, that doesn’t define me.
Luke Cage: Maybe not. But that kid is sitting in a jail cell tonight, and you’re not.
Danny Rand: Neither are you.
Luke Cage: Not this time. But I’ve seen my share of injustice.
Danny Rand: The guy in the white hat, he’s just the beginning. You’re not thinking about the bigger picture.
Luke Cage: And you’re not thinking about anything but yourself.
Danny Rand: Hey, you know nothing about me!
Luke Cage: I know enough. And I know privilege when I see it. You may think you earned your strength, but you had power the day you were born. Before the “dragons,” before the “chi,” you had the ability to change the world without getting anybody hurt.
Danny Rand: … These people won’t be stopped that way.
Luke Cage: Oh, So you’re taking the war to the ones at the bottom, is that it? If I were in your shoes, I’d think twice about using that thing [the iron fist] on people who are trying to feed their families.
if you were kicked out of the garisson due to disciplinary issues because the instructors were obviously trying to cover up why your brother figure went missing, which led you to live in a shack in a desert for a year before saving him with three other kids, who you eventually become defenders of the universe with, then you. are. valid.
Humanity joined the Galactic Confederacy just over four human generations ago. In that time they have gained respect, admiration, and fear from the other races in the Confederacy.
It usually takes five Gor (one Gor=20 years) for a species to change their Central government enough to incorporate the Confederacy as a part of the system.
Humanity rebuild their multinational governmental system to mirror the Confederacy and include the Confederacy within itself in just two Gor.
In that time they also sent out hundreds of researchers of every discipline to serve in different capacities throughout the Confederacy. They sent all knowledge and technology back to the Sol system and by the end of their fourth Gor of membership they had advanced their societies technology to the point of competing with the most advanced species.
The Terrans military capabilities advanced in tandem with their second Renaissance. Their ships used projectile rail cannons as well as fission warhead missiles. As if that wasn’t enough all of their marines are also trained to fight hand to hand with species twice their size. This coupled with their sheer ferocity makes them a force to be reckoned with.
I focus so heavily on their military prowess because, despite what other reports may say, I think humanity is single handedly responsible for saving the Confederacy.
It started when the Empire of Narlas had a new ruler come to power, Glantos Bly'thes. Xi was a Filpian who killed the previous emperor in single combat and then cannibalised xir. Next came the Empire “Negotiating” for control of key mining systems near their border.
The local races of the Confederacy refused and before long there were small skirmishes being fought for these systems. This brings the full attention of the Confederacy to bear witness to their new enemy. A few armadas were dispatched to the area to defend against the Empire.
That is when the Empire played it’s hand and brought in the Colossus, moon sized ships fitted with unspeakable amounts of armaments that were powered by the radiation from tiny black holes. One was enough to destroy all of the Armadas sent to defend the border. Then they sent thirteen more.
The Confederacy’s war council was wracked with shock and fear when the human ambassador approached them with a plan. If fear and desperation had not had such a tight grip on the council may have thrown out the plan and surrendered. Instead they took the plan, promoted the human ambassador to the war council and set out to the new task before them.
This was going to be the most costly endeavour ever undertaken in both lives and resources. The first thing they did was begin pumping out more Dreadnought class ships to throw at the Empire. These armadas were unofficially labeled Kamikaze fleets by the humans because Usually human captained ships would try to crash their ship into the Colosus death machines. Humans lead every fleet, and sometimes were the only crew in a fleet, during those years of destruction. 165 million humans died as well as 200 million of other species on the ships. The civilian casualties were in the billions.
It was at this point two things happened. The Confederacy surrendered and Humans launched the Leviathan from Sol 4 station.
The Leviathan was so named because of its resemblance to a behemoth, aquatic monster.
The ship was seven glar (10.2 km) in length. It had state of the art cloaking technology as well as a full complement of human designed weapons. The real reason for the ship’s design though was its main cannon. It fired a 2 ton tungsten rod at a one tenth the speed of light. Surprisingly the ship only has one human crewman who is suspended in a specially designed tank that prevents the G force of using the ship’s main gun from turning his body to paste.
The Leviathan would launch sneak attacks on the Colossus ships firing the rods at close range. After the first dozen or so assault the Empire was furious at the amount of damage this single, puny ship was doing. Each rod was creating impact craters so large it was affecting the singularity containment, not to mention the loss of lives in every attack.
At this point Earth launched the second Leviathan with an upgrade. Each of the rods was tipped with plutonium, meaning each rod now detonating with a nuclear explosion. The two then began to coordinate their attacks and after the first Leviathan would rip a section of the ship up the second one would attempt to rupture the containment around the black hole.
This system proved highly effective. Within an earth Month the two ships had destroyed 11 of the 14 Colossus ships. The final 3 were told to retreat back into their home territory. But the Leviathan pilots and the rest of humanity had different ideas. They followed the three ships to the center of Empire territory and began assaulting the final 3 Colossus in their home system. In the combat one tried to escape around the systems star when it fell into the Leviathan’s trap. The two ships fired on the Colossus forcing it into the star’s gravity then they breached the ship’s containment field. Within an hour the star had begun ripping itself apart. The Leviathan left a transmitter at the edge of the system explaining what they had done and what they promised to do if the Empire invaded Confederacy territory again.
“You sure Harry is okay with me being here?” Jay asked for the third time as he sat on your bed, books sprawled out in front of him.
You shrugged, “I don’t see why he wouldn’t be. We’re just studying, now c’mon, I can’t find my book so we need to share.” You explained as you moved to sit closer to the boy.
Harry walked down the hall with a grin on his face, he was on his way to your room and he couldn’t be more excited to see you. After months of hanging out and getting to know each other, he had developed feelings for you and he was finally going to admit them to you.
Until he opened the door and saw you sitting rather closely to a certain former VK. His stomach dropped when he saw how you giggled at whatever Jay had said. That was supposed to be him making you laugh, not some other guy.
“Harry!” You beamed, going towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He held you close to him, even as you tried to pull away.
“What’s he doing here?” Harry asked, glaring at the boy who quickly got up from your bed and gathered his stuff.
You playfully slapped Harry’s chest before turning your attention to Jay, “Where are you going? We haven’t even finished the chapter.”
Jay was about to respond when Harry cut him off, “You two were too busy giggling to even study…” He grumbled.
Ignoring his comment, you waited for Jay to answer. He looked between you and Harry before stuttering out an excuse about being late to tourney practice.
You thought it was odd but shrugged it off.
“You know, I came here to tell you something, but now i’m just gonna go. Feel free to catch up with Jay,” Harry faked a smile and turned towards the door.
It took you no more than a few seconds to realize why he was suddenly acting so cold, “You’re jealous.”
Harry scoffed as he turned around, “I came to tell you about my feelings for you and I see you all cozy with a thief.”
“He’s not a thief!” You defended, but paused once taking in his words. “Y-You have feelings for me?”
He shook his head, a sarcastic chuckle coming from him, “You defended him before addressing what I said. I’m leaving.”
You couldn’t let him leave so you did the only thing you could do, you started to beg, “Please don’t do this, don’t walk out the door.”
Harry didn’t even bother looking at you before walking out of the door.
Crying wasn’t do anything, you knew that, yet here you were with tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t realized it, but you loved Harry. Sure he was cocky and sarcastic and rude at times, but he was changing and everybody saw that and credited you for the change,
An almost inaudible knock sounded from your door which made you get up.
“Evie, I don-” You began, but stopped once seeing who it was, “Did you need something?”
Harry sighed, “I care about you, lass, lot more than I want to admit.”
Scoffing, you shook your head and walked back into your room leaving him at the door, “What do you want me to say, Harry? You left without letting me explain anything! I shouldn’t even need to explain myself though, I was just studying with him!”
The silence coming from behind you made you turn around and to your surprise, Harry was wiping his eyes. He was crying.
“Can I say something then if you don’t like it, you can tell me to leave, yeah?”
You nodded, taking a seat on your bed as Harry began pacing in front of you.
“You’ve shown me what love can feel like a-and I haven’t felt that in so long. When i’m with you, i’m happy and I can’t lose you - I won’t lose you. I realized we’re meant for each other and we can’t change that.” He rushed everything out so fast you barely understood him.
Tears began to well up in your eyes once again as you walked to him, “Kiss me,”
“Wha-” He began.
Then his lips were on yours. You two have kissed before, but this time it felt different. There was more emotion and passion it it. Harry held your face in his hands as you gripped his shirt.
Pulling apart, you spoke, “You haven’t lost me and you’re not going to, okay? I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you. Like I said the day we found out, we’ll figure this out together.” You held his gaze as you talked.
I hear a lot of defendants of Homecoming say stuff like this take on Spider-Man had to take account of the fact that he isn’t the lone hero of his universe, that he now exists in a universe that ‘doesn’t need him’.
Let me briefly explain why that’s such bullshit.
Yeah there are the Avengers and the Defenders in the Marvel Cinematic Universe but consider their track records for moment.
The Avengers prior to Age of Ultron ONLY came together to handle 3 major threats and then a new Avengers team was created that handled international large scale threats that would require the intervention of the world’s best soldiers, spies, a witch and an AI robot of immense power.
Hulk is AWOL, Thor is defending Asgard and Iron Man only dabbles in superheroism in between more business orientated altruism.
The Defenders came together for ONE major citywide threat and then disbanded. Daredevil was out of action and what the other 3 Defenders did after is up in the air right now.
Before that though Jessica Jones was a private investigator who got involved crime to stop ONE major criminal, Iron Fist handled mystic ninjas and board room politics and Luke Cage got involved in crime to end one criminal organization before going to prison. Punisher and Daredevil were the only Netflix guys who were regularly battling crime and one of them used lethal force and the other confined himself mostly to one area of New York city.
That leaves us with SHIELD and the Runaways. I’ve not been keeping up with news regarding either of those guys but I am 90% sure the SHIELD agents have no involvement in battling small scale crime outside of the ones that tie into their particular missions.
And you know the Inhumans don’t give a fuck about that stuff.
So now we come to Spider-Man.
Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
The guy who in Civil War said he was concerned for the ‘little guy’.
The MCU needs Spider-Man because he’s the only guy who is regularly going to go out there and fight the small scale crimes that might not cause as much wide scale damage as Ultron, but hurts people all the same.
It’s all well and good if the MCU has the Avengers to save the world from one global catastrophe or another, but who is going to save the Smiths or Patels down the road from the local petty drug dealers, racketeers and extortionists?
Spider-Man, that’s who.
Because I didn’t see Iron Man swooping down to stop car jackers in any MCU movie. I don’t recall the Avengers rallying to end the mob. And you can bet your ass SHIELD DGAF about small local communities like the ones we saw in Queens during Homecoming or in Harlem as we saw in Luke Cage.
Shit, all those guys missed a massive smuggling and arms operation dealing in advanced alien technology that had been going on for EIGHT YEARS, before Spider-Man alerted them to it. It completely slipped their net because it was so small scale for them. But it wasn’t for the down to Earth everyman superhero.
Whether he does it just in Queens or on a larger citywide scale doesn’t matter.
Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.
Pairing: Lance x Reader
A/N: I’m so glad you guys like Tainted Love so far! Here ya go :) As always, I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning.
After watching Maggie’s routine, Lance claps his hands and turns to the blonde. “Hope. Office. Now.”
With a frustrated sigh, she follows him to the office and shuts the door behind her, waiting for him to rant on about how Maggie can do so much better. But, he didn’t.
“Well, she’s as good as gold. You’re not shit after all Hope.” Lance smiled at her. “Oh wait - you are.”
Hope rolled her eyes. “Shut your whore mouth.” she snapped. “And why did you bring me in here if you were going to tell me that? I thought you were gonna chew my head off or something.”
“I brought you in here because of her.” he nods his head over to you. “Who is she?”
Hope glances back at you, watching as you high five Maggie for doing a good job before starting a conversation with Ben.
“She’s my best friend.” Hope says, turning back to Lance. “Why?”
He shrugs, hoping to play it cool. “Nothin’ I just wanted to know who she was. She seems nice.”
“She is, but she can be a bitch if she needs to be.” Hope tells him and his eyes are now focused on you.
The way you smile, the way you tuck away your hair behind your ear, all make you seem so perfect. It was insane for Lance to be thinking like this because, well, Lance never thought about anyone like that. He had this foreign feeling inside him and he’d never admit it out loud but he kind of liked it.
“Give me her number.” he turns to Hope with a serious look in his eyes.
Hope’s face contorts. “What the fuck, no.”
“Because she’s my best friend and I won’t let her be another notch on your belt, asshat.” she snapped. “She’s too nice of a person to deserve what you’ll do to her.”
“Oh, and what exactly will I do to her?” Lance folds his arms across his chest as he glared at the blonde in front of him.
“You’ll lead her on to believe you actually like her, fuck her, then throw her aside and move on to your next victim. You won’t care about her feelings because all you can care about is yourself. It may not look like it, but she’s a sensitive girl, Lance. And I won’t let you fuck her up.”
Lance watches Hope exit the office and walk towards you and Ben. With a sigh, he gathers his things and exits the office as well.
“Well she’s clear.” he spoke, joining the small group. “I expect great things from you, Maggie.”
The happy brunette smiles and nods before Lance looks at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”
“Nice meeting you too, Lance.”
He held eye contact with you for a bit and Hope didn’t like it. So, she shoved him. “Leave already, dick breath.”
Lance smirked at her. “Oh, you would know all about what dick breath smells like, wouldn’t you?”
“You already did.” Lance chuckled at Hope’s annoyed expression.
With all that being said, he leaves the gym, flustered and with you on his mind. So consumed in his thoughts, he accidentally hits his head while getting into his car.
“Ah, shit.” he groaned, holding a hand to his head, completely unaware that just behind those gym doors, you stood holding your head as well.
3 days. It’s been 3 days and Lance cannot get you out of his head. 3 days and not once have you left his mind. He had to get in contact with you somehow. It was driving him insane.
But how? Hope wouldn’t give him your number. Ben probably had your number as well but being for the fact that Lance had fucked his girlfriend, he doubted that he’d give him it.
With an exasperated sigh, he throws himself down on his couch. He didn’t know anything about you, but he wanted to. When he saw you, it was different from when he’d see other girls but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Why did you have this effect on him?
Getting up from the couch, he decided to ease his mind of you and go out to the bar. Getting shitfaced sounded amazing, he could really use a drink.
Over on your end, Hope dragged you out to the bar. Karaoke night. Every karaoke night the two of you would get completely shitfaced and sing A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton because it was in your favorite movie, White Chicks.
While on stage, singing your heart out with Hope by your side, you hadn’t noticed Lance walk through the bar door. At the sight of you, he smiled. Mostly because he got to see you again and you were making a complete fool out of yourself.
Lance took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink as he watched you and Hope finish up the song, followed by loud applauses and hoots and howls. While you were walking off the stage, you had accidentally hit your knee on the speaker box, resulting in both you and Lance to tend to your knees.
Lance’s eyebrows knit together as he rubbed the spot on his knee before looking back at you. Coincidence, right?
Lance never cared about the whole soulmate thing which was why every time his soulmate tried contacting him, he’d either ignore her or tell her to leave him alone. Besides, if he ever met his soulmate, she’d probably want him to settle down with her and that just wasn’t Lance’s style. He didn’t want to be on a leash. He wanted to be free.
Gulping down his drink, he decides to join you at your table with Hope and Ben.
“Hi friends.” he smiled, gathering the attention he wanted from the 3 of you.
“Stalking me? Pfft, that’s low, Tucker. Even for you.” Hope scoffed, rolling her eyes.
She was way out of it. And by the looks of it, so were you.
“In your dreams, Hope.” Lance responded, adverting his eyes to Ben. “This doesn’t look like your type of scene. What are you doing here?”
“I come to keep an eye out for Hope and Y/N to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid. I also take them home. Well, I take Y/N home, Hope lives with me so-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I didn’t ask for your life story buddy.” Lance cut him off. “Tell you what, I’ll take Y/N off your hands.”
Lance rolls his eyes. “I’ll take Y/N home so you have one less person to take care of.”
At this, Hope perks up. “No. There’s no way in hell I’d ever let you take my bitch home.”
“Main bitch.” you correct, causing Lance to chuckle.
Hope glares at Lance. “I know what you’re capable of and I will not let you take advantage of-”
“Slow your roll,” he spoke up. “Now I know I’m a pig but I wouldn’t go as far as to having my way with a woman when she’s completely shitfaced. I thought you knew me better than that, Hope.”
Lance dramatically pouted and Hope groaned.
“We were having a nice time until you showed up.” she huffed.
“It’s cool if he takes me home, Hope. You know I can defend myself, sober or not.” you insert yourself into the conversation that seemed to be all about you.
“Yeah, she can defend herself, sober or not.” Lance grinned, smacking on his mint gum, knowing how irritated Hope got when he did that.
Hope placed her head in her hands. “Ugh, fucking cut it out before I murder you.”
“Cut what out?” he asked, continuing his actions.
“I’m gonna-” Hope lunges for him but was pulled back by Ben. She struggled to get free from him so that she could fuck Lance up but it was no use.
“I’m ready to go home now.” you announce, deciding to get out of there before Hope literally killed Lance on the spot.
“Good choice, let’s go.”
You gather your stuff and give Ben a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hopi.”
She threw threats towards Lance as the two of you made your way outside and into his car. And then it hit you. You were in a strangers car. You would never ever do something like this but for some reason, you trusted Lance fully despite only meeting him once. You got a weird feeling when you were with him. Like you two have known each other for years. It was comforting yet weird.
Upon arriving at your house, Lance brought you to your bed and tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable.
“You good? You need anything else?” he asked.
You hummed in response, turning on your side and curling up in a ball. You had muttered out a thank you before soft snores escaped your lips. You were out. Lance let out an exhausted sigh and left your room. He’d usually leave a girls house as soon as possible but he wanted to make sure you were alright in the morning. So, tired as hell, he fell asleep on your couch.
You woke up groaning. The hangover you were experiencing was probably way worse than any of your other ones, and you’ve had many hangovers.Kicking your sheets off your body, you drag yourself into the kitchen, being met with a tired looking Lance.
“Woah, what are you doing here?” you question. “Wait.. We didn’t..”
“No, god no I would never take advantage of you like that.” he groaned. “I took you home last night and it was pretty late and I was tired as hell so I slept on your couch. I meant to leave before you woke up but I guess I slept in.”
You noticed he was massaging his temples, like he had headache and decided to ask him about it. “Do you have a headache?”
“What? Oh, I guess. I just woke up and my head was pounding. I tried looking for some painkillers but..” he trailed off.
“They’re over here.” you say, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of painkillers.
“Thank god.” he breathed, walking towards you with his hand out.
You give him two and get two out for yourself as well before putting them away. “Yeah, I needed some too. These hangovers are unbearable.”
At this, Lance looks up at you. His head was hurting, as if he had a hangover. But he only had one drink at the bar and he surely wasn’t a lightweight so he couldn’t possibly gave himself a hangover. Were you his.. Soulmate? No. You couldn’t be. There’s no way!
But was it really that impossible? There’s only one way to find out.
Lance bites his lip and takes a deep breath before pinching his side very hard. You let out a yelp, nearly dropping your glass of water as your hand went flying to your side. The same exact side Lance had pinched.
Coincidence. This had to be a coincidence. Lance tried again, this time pinching his upper arm and you reacted, hissing at the pain and rubbing the spot. He couldn’t believe it. Now it made sense why he felt the way he did when he saw you. You were his soulmate.
Holy shit. You were his soulmate. That means-
“Ah, shit.” you make eye contact with Lance. “My soulmate keeps pinching himself. That or he’s being pinched by someone. Either way it hurts.”
All Lance could do was nod, still not believing what he had just found out.
“Speaking of soulmates,” you continued. “I hate to intrude but have you found yours? I haven’t found mine yet which sucks because everyone around me already knows who their soulmate is.”
Lance gulps. “um.. Yeah.. Yeah I’ve found mine already.”
“Really? Who?” you couldn’t help but ask.
Lance didn’t want to say anything just yet but his mouth moved faster than his brain did. “You.”
His words hit you hard and your head began to spin. “W-What? There’s no way.”
You didn’t want to believe it. Lance Tucker was your soulmate? Pfft, no way!
“I’m telling the truth.” he says. “Think about it, you have a hangover and suddenly my head hurts too.”
“Coincidence?” you wanted to force yourself to believe that.
“Look.” he say, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket. “I apologize in advance.” Lance squeezes his eyes shut as he pinches the skin of his arm harshly, causing you to feel it as well.
“Ow! Stop it!” you shout, holding your as just as he stops.
“Do you believe me now?” he breathed, rubbing the spot on his arm that he had just pinched.
“I-I can’t.. No.. I-” you stumble over your words before making a beeline for your room, shutting and locking the door. You pick up your phone and frantically scroll until you find Hope’s number, calling immediately. She answers on the fifth ring.
“What the fuck Y/N? Why are you calling so damn-”
“Shut the fuck up and listen Hope.” you cut her off.
“Okay, I’m listening. But I don’t know what could be more important than-”
“Lance Tucker is my fucking soulmate.”
Hope went silent.
A/N: This wasn’t as eventful as I hoped it’d be but here ya are :) tell me what ya think!