Anyways, my friend was telling me about how she went to this party and everyone tried to greet her, but she just got really serious and said “I’m motherfuckin’ starboy” before turning around and leaving immediately and I was like “wow that’s the most Derek Malik Nurse thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life” so I present to you:
Nursey literally does this for two weeks straight after the song comes out because he thinks he’s funny or something and everyone is so fed up w him but lowkey, Dex thinks it’s dumb and funny and cute and will like snicker every time Nursey does it so uhhhh he continues doing it just to make Dex laugh. Okay now fastforward a few months, they’re dating, Dex does not find it funny anymore.
Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson.
The bar was dingy as fuck.
Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.
Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.
A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”
I just thought of this and it sounds good in my head, but could u do a kylo imagine where the reader gets taken by the first order & is in the interrogation type room (like where Poe/Rey were) & reader is kinda scared bc ur preggos with kylos baby (u got pregnant when he was Ben or something) & he’s like who’s the father? And u say Ben Solo, but he’s gone now. And I don’t know where to go from there so u take it away lol. Wow sorry this is so lengthy
A/N~ Apologies for how long this took writing has been tough for me these past couple months. Anyways I’m not really sure how good this’ll be because I have no idea how to write pregnancy and its been a good minuet since I’ve written some thing long like this. Please ignore any mistakes (I’ll fix them later. For now I need to stop looking at this) hope ya’ll like it!
If the doctor back on base could see you now you assume she’d be furious. Three balanced meals a day, light exercise, and plenty of rest. It was good advice for a woman like yourself eight months pregnant, and you followed those directions perfectly except for one. Rest. You couldn’t sit idly while the resistance moved so quickly around you.
Yellow Squadron denied every one of your requests or rather demands to let you join them on missions, but it never stopped you from asking one more time. Out of pure luck they’d finally said yes. The rebellion had received
of unregistered spacecraft loitering in the outer rim. There was reason to believe The First Order was behind it. An organization that had been around for quite some time but only in the past few months had they really surfaced and become a threat. Yellow squadron’s job was to go out take a look around and come right back. A scouting mission is what they called it and they must have figured the mission would be easy enough for you to come along, for the ride if nothing else. It was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to be safe.
ANYWAYS i reached a really small compared to my other mutuals’ follower goal today and i wanted to share my thanks? so i’m gonna thank all of my mutuals (under the cut) as a way to do that (i guess?) !!! thank you so, so much for 150+ followers !!!
Word count: 15.5K || Drabble Summery: The reasons to why he saved your life all those times were selfish;
he just wanted peace of mind for himself. You were completely oblivious to this
part, and with the innocence Yoongi was amazed to find you possess, you
believed with your whole heart that all those times he helped you made him your
guardian angel. Yoongi almost chocked on air when he heard you say that to your
friend over the phone the first time you voiced your feelings, feeling like a
total idiot for going those lengths for you. Demon!AU
Inspired by this prompt. It was meant to be a small, harmless piece and lol this happened.
Being a demon was actually a pretty challenging job. Human
used to think it’s easy, just wondering around, possessing bodies and making
them kill themselves or worse, kill others. All those stories are very nice,
but false. Human heard of the existence of demons from strong hearted travelers
who grew constantly tired from chasing beasts; of course those kinds of people
won’t spill everything over beer at the local bar. The locals asked questions
involving horrible deeds they didn’t want to associate with other humans, and
when the travelers stared and drank more, they got a go to spreading such weird
Now, Yoongi wasn’t a patient man to begin with, but when he
hears ridiculous stories about his kind his blood boils. He frowned, wondering
if he even had blood to boil. He was never hurt by demon hunters and he only
heard stories of demons dying in a cloud of their own mist, but he never heard
anything about demons shedding blood. Yoongi eyed the fork that stood in the
small silver wear basket on the table in front of him, wondering if he should
try his luck with it. It’s deeply doubted that this kind of cheap silver would
even harm him, if he ever dared to try.
He reached his hand out and curiosity almost killed the cat
right there. Luckily for him, you chose that exact moment to walk through the
Yoongi sighed and watched you as you took a seat at your
favorite table at the little café, waving the barista who already knew you way
too well to get your usual made for you. Yoongi watched the teenager behind the
counter nod at you with a smile, hands already reaching for what he needed
The truth was demons didn’t walk around doing whatever they
wanted. They had a purpose, a very clear one. Every generation each demon is
given a name of a newborn human, craved with fire on the inside of their wrist.
The demon then must find the human born into that name, and hunt them until
they’re scared enough for the devil to be pleased. Sometimes it ends with the
human’s death – from crossing the too-scared line, or suicide, mostly - and
sometimes, it ended with a pleased demon that got to live a relatively peaceful
life as the name on his wrist gets crossed off. When either of those options happens,
the demon gets to live a short human life until their next target is born,
usually decades older.
Yoongi craved to be at peace again. The thing is, he was
good at being scary, and most humans that were chosen for him ended up dead. One
girl got a heart attack on him, the boy tried to end his life about five times
before he got it right. In his entire life, Yoongi got only two shots at being
human. This cycle was somewhat strange to him, but that’s how Yoongi felt.
That’s how most demons felt. He got to meet a few, unpleasant demons who just
enjoyed getting their human into such despair they actually killed themselves
willingly, those demons finding the devil in hopes of not living as humans not
even for a second.
Yoongi never got that, actually. Demons can’t be seen by
humans but they share the same world as them, it seems like an awfully lonely
life. Of course Yoongi was a loner even in his human time, but he enjoyed the
world as much as he could. He got to screw around and drink until he couldn’t
feel his body anymore. He even had an episode of experiencing with different
kinds of drugs, since he couldn’t take any as a demon. He lived the human life
he was given to their fullest. That’s why he always made an effort to keep his
humans alive after he’s done with them, handling them with somewhat soft
sorry this took me so long, but i wanted to add gifs…aaand i’m doing 6 bc i’m absolute trash and couldn’t narrow it down. so here we go:
6. when delphine is saying goodbye, and knows it could very well be the last time she ever sees cosima. i love love evelyne in this scene bc she really looks like she’s trying to memorize every single bit of cosima’s face, and ugh wow.
5. ummmmmm this kiss. bc of delphine’s hand….like??? need i say more?
4. i’m pretty sure this is going to be a flashback, and we haven’t even seen it yet, but…..omfg. this is….thirsty delphine? i am deceased. i have literally rewatched the s5 trailer a million fucking times bc this is so hot i cannot handle it.
3. SMOOTH OPERATOR COSIMA!!! obviously one of everyone’s favorite moments, but i love love this so much. especially bc of the way delphine ends up leaning against the table, like it just really confirms her as a top™….as if we did not already know.
2. controversial, but, the break up. listen. cosima’s small, “i love you” with her puppy eyes was so traumatizing, i cried for 30 minutes. and then! delphine dramatically breaks down in the middle of the hallway, increasing my heartache tenfold. they were both so amazing in the scene, god it’s just so sad.
1. delphine climbs into bed with cosima to keep her warm. this scene really got me bc first we have cosima’s blurry vision seeing delphine strip down in front of her, and her face is like, “is this real? am i dead already?” like she literally cannot believe her eyes. so that already had me emotional, but then delphine’s face when she looks down at cosima i just like…really lost it?? she looks at her with such care and reverence, like she’s just in complete awe of her. i really cannot believe they made me wait an entire season for this, but tbh it was worth it.
i love them so much, honestly i’m so glad i waited to binge watch this series bc i really could not have survived the hiatus between seasons lmao. they compliment each other so well, i just really want them to be happy. lord knows they deserve it.
SVT Hip Hop Unit React: Being Their S/O’s First Kiss
Request: hi! could you please do a seventeen hip hop unit reaction to them being their s/o first kiss? thank you :)
I am so sorry this took so long ): I still have three requests after this, but a lot of schoolwork to do as well. I will do the jackson (got7) boyfriend au after this if I have enough time!
Again, I’m sorry, but I think I got a little carried away with Wonwoo and Mingyu and Vernon’s reaction ): I made Seungcheol’s a bit shorter because wOW I can’t go any further or eLSE SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN
Your first kiss with Seungcheol (and in general) was short, but sweet.
His fingers were threaded in your hair at the back of your head while his free hand was splayed across the small of your back.
He held you close to his chest when your lips brushed along his own, your breath slightly catching at the contact. Your hands were curiously grabbing onto his bicep and shoulder before they fell limp against his torso when he fully pressed his mouth against yours in a gentle kiss.
Seungcheol cradled the back of your head as he pulled away after a few seconds and he smiled in content, brushing his fingers through your hair.
Your cheeks were a rosy red when you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, biting the corner of your lip with a shy grin on your face, tucking your chin in out of embarrassment. As Seungcheol basked in the comfortable silence, you suddenly hid your face in the crook of his neck which made him hum in surprise.
He had barely heard you when you murmured on about how you just had your first kiss with him. Of course, this surprised him and he pulled away from you just enough to look at you with a pout on his lips, cupping your cheek in his hand.
“I’m honoured, cutie, but why didn’t you tell me? I hope I didn’t scare you much with that kiss.”
“Stop blowing kisses, you’re distracting me.” Wonwoo said with a playful little pout on his face. He was currently reading a book while you were sitting on the other side of the couch; feeling restless and content at the same time.
Even though you were quite new to being affectionate with Wonwoo, you weren’t as shy as you used to be with how much skinship you share with him. He didn’t exactly know that you didn’t have your first kiss yet, he innocently thought that you two just weren’t at that stage yet and was waiting for you to initiate the action first because he wants to wait until you’re ready (what a bean).
But right now, you’re testing his patience without you knowing. Wonwoo’s eyes would discreetly peek at you whenever you blew him a kiss, his gaze focused on the way you pucker your lips. Subconsciously licking and biting at his bottom lip, he flipped the pages to his book without reading at least half of the text. You grinned happily to yourself once you felt content and grabbed your own book from the coffee table to start reading where you left last time you opened it.
As you were reading, Wonwoo put a bookmark on the page he finished reading before putting the book down on the table in front of the couch, watching you carefully with a fond smile on his face. When you were about to reach the climax of the chapter you were on, he interrupted by carefully crawling over your figure with a sigh escaping him, carefully removing your book from your hands. His nose gently bumped against your cheek to tilt your head up as he rest his hands by either side of your hips, carefully leaning closer and closer to you while his eyelids fluttered, his warm breath fanning across your cheek while his fingertips rest underneath your chin.
You knew what was happening and understood the situation, but you just couldn’t react the way you wanted to. You were too shy to initiate what you wanted and Wonwoo was unintentionally teasing you (nah he was doing it on purpose) by pulling back just the slightest whenever you were brave enough to nudge your head forward to press a kiss to his lips. A playful smirk was playing on his lips before he delicately slots his mouth against your own in a featherlight kiss.
Mumbling against his mouth about how he just became your first kiss, he acknowledged what you said with a surprised hum against your soft lips, causing you to giggle at the tingly vibration. He grinned at that and pulled away for a brief second, only to move in for another gentle kiss.
“I hope I can be your last kiss too, sweetheart.” he mumbles cheekily against your mouth.
This boy kissed you on your fifth date ??? He couldn’t control himself, he just couldn’t. You looked cute that day and his mind was telling him not to but he DID IT.
You two were on your fifth date at the park. Since it’s spring, the cherry blossoms were blooming and the sky was a vibrant lilac. Conjoining your hands together, Mingyu swung your arms back and forth as he held out his other hand to catch the floating petals that fell off of the branches of a cherry blossom tree.
You let go of his hand to let him catch more and more cherry blossom petals. A smile was on your face as Mingyu caught more petals in his large hands. He immediately ran back to you when his hands were full with the baby pink petals, opening his hands before raising them to his face so he could blow all of the silky petals into your face. You squealed in surprise and closed your eyes with a giggle, barely covering your face with your hands.
Mingyu laughed when you blew away the petals that went too close to your mouth, but stopped your hands from removing the ones that fell in your hair because they looked pretty there.
There was an adoring look in his eyes when you let him wrap his fingers around your wrists. You shied away from his gaze while your cheeks flushed a pretty colour that made Mingyu’s breath catch. When you turned your head to look at him, his mouth was suddenly pressed against yours in a firm, but short kiss.
You gently pushed at his chest with a breathy whine and covered your mouth with your palm, your cheeks heating up much more than before. Mingyu had a curious look on his face when you pushed him away, but then smiled, his head tilting to the side in an innocent manner.
“You’re acting so shy, angel,” he cooes adoringly and brushes his thumb against your cheek, leaning in again to just barely brush his bottom lip along your upper. He grins cheekily when he notices your hands gripping onto your shoulders, printing a tender and loving kiss to your lips, “I know I’m your first kiss,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist, “and I know you’ll let me be your last.”
You have never kissed anyone before in your life and Vernon knew because you two were a little new to dating. He hasn’t had his first kiss either.
Your first kiss with Vernon was really clumsy (and cute). You two were hanging out with each other at the library and were reading the same book because Vernon chose the book first, but it was a novel you have always wanted to read and so that’s how you suddenly ended up with your back pressed against Vernon’s chest as he read out each page to you with his mouth brushing along the shell of your ear whenever his lips formed a word.
His breath tickled your skin whenever he spoke and it made your skin heat up in embarrassment, but you pretended his whispering voice and the contact of his mouth against your ear didn’t make you feel shy. Your fingers were fiddling with the loose strands on his jeans as he continued reading, his chin now hooked on your shoulder.
He leaned his head on yours and tucked you closer against his chest with a content sigh before noticing that you weren’t paying attention to him reading the book anymore; you were unknowingly staring at his lips. Vernon began to blush at this fact and put the book down with a flustered smile, rubbing your arm as he peered at you, “Are you okay, babe?”
Snapping out of your gaze, you smiled sweetly and nodded just the slightest, mumbling a ‘yes’ in response.
Vernon pursed his lips in thought, his gaze settling on your mouth. A nervous breath escaped him before he tried to lean in. And by tried - I mean tried. Your eyes nearly fluttered closed when you saw him get closer, but he clumsily bumped your noses together with a quiet ‘ouch’. You winced slightly at the sting, but giggled along with him when you both soothed your noses.
After you two settled down, Vernon placed a delicately sweet kiss onto your lips with his arms firmly wrapped around your waist.
-I just don’t understand why it has to be with a model that’s all…
-Honey, I already told you, she’s the face of the brand, she has to be on every pictures.
-Yeah well then if she’s the face of the brand, why would they need you ?
-You know why, it’s for the charity campaign we’ve been working on for the past few months. They’re a huge brand, they’ll help spread the words across the globe, more than we could on our own.
-”We’ve been working on” are key words here ! I worked on it as much as you, if not more, and I don’t get to be on the pictures. They just want you and her to have cute and classy “couple pictures”, because I’m not good looking enough for their damn brand and…
-You’re very cute when you’re jealous.
-I could knock you out with a punch to the face when I’m jealous.
-Oh, believe me, I know.
Bruce massages his jaw a bit, as a reflex, reminiscing of that time he made you jealous on purpose…It was a terrible idea.
So, I know these Thoughts about episode 3 of Natsume 6 are late, but I am just. so proud of how far Natsume has come and so amazed with the show’s character development. Sometimes you forget how much Natsume has grown, because it’s happened so slowly and naturally. But then something will happen that just starkly demonstrates how much more confident and comfortable with himself he’s gotten and episode 3 of this season where he sees Shibata again really really does that.
The fact that Natsume is able to be so openly annoyed with Shibata and bicker with him and calls him on his bullshit and doesn’t just sit there and take it is HUGE.
Especially when you contrast it to the last episode where he interacted with him, seasons ago. Shibata said ALL KINDS of shitty things to Natsume he first arrived and Natsume didn’t really defend himself much or act annoyed about it all that much. He was scared of him- scared of him revealing his secret to his friends, scared of being bullied again and he basically slipped back into having very little confidence with himself.
It never even crossed his mind Shibata should talk to him in a nicer way because being treated that way was still the default for him, he didn’t even feel like he deserved more respect. There was no way he would have gone “you know what you’re not showing me very much respect and it’s super annoying” to Shibata back then.. He also seemed to genuinely think if his friends interacted with Shibata too long, they’d start treating him like Shibata did when they were kids and everything would revert to how it was when he was a kid. He felt his friendships were that fragile.
Of course, Shibata apologized at the end of this episode and showed some understanding towards Natsume, which is partly what’s responsible for Natsume feeling less threatened by him and more comfortable with him- he has changed since they were kids and he bullied Natsume.
But I really think a lot of Natsume’s behavior in ep 3 is a testament to how much more confident and comfortable with HIMSELF he’s gotten since that episode. He’s like “yeah Shibata isn’t very nice so. that’s why we don’t really get along”, like he’s explicitly acknowledging that it’s a problem on Shibata’s end that he isn’t nice. Natsume doesn’t assume, like in the past, that it’s his fault for being weird and that people will be “not nice” to him by default, because he’s now had enough friends and loved ones care for him to know that this is NOT TRUE and people SHOULD and CAN be nice to him.
And for him to be like “Shibata I can’t see you I’m hanging out with a friend” “Haha YOU have friends?” “yeah i sure do also screw you and do you want me to hang up” “no waitwaitwait” like can you imagine Natsume having standing up for himself like that in early seasons? He would have agreed with Shibata that it was weird he had friends. instead he’s like “YEP SURE DO AND FUCK YOU FOR ACTING SURPRISED”.
He was also comfortable enough to take Tanuma to see Shibata. He wasn’t worried that Tanuma would have a magic “oh wait I should really be being a lot meaner to Natsume like this guy is” epiphany when he interacted with Shibata he trusts Tanuma enough at this point to know he’s better than that. In fact, he’s worried about Shibata annoying Tanuma and is alll “HEY TANUMA i’M SO SORRY WE HAVE TO MEET WITH HIM HE’S PRETTY TACTLESS IF HE ANNOYS YOU EVEN A LITTLE BIT TELL ME AND WE’LL LEAVE IMMEDIATELY OKAY SERIOUSLY JUST TELL ME”. And there’s still a little insecurity in that- he’s nervous and overly solicitous there and worried about making Tanuma will be mad at him for having such an obnoxious friend, which is ridiculous considering how chill Tanuma is- so that shows Natsume is still not COMPLETELY confident in his relationships and has a lot of the anxiety and over-attentiveness still, he’s not magically over all the effects of his abuse.
(And how friggin’ adorable was it when Shibata was like “you look like a beanpole” to both of them and both Tanuma and Natsume immediately yelled at him on the other one’s behalf”).
And then overall he was just basically able to comfortably bicker with Shibata, demand Shibata tell him what was going and even tease him and call him a scaredy-cat, which is wow, SUCH a big step to see Natsume confident enough to comfortably do things like that.
Speaking on Tanuma, it also shows how much Natsume has grown that he basically told Tanuma immediately what was going on and took relatively less convincing this time when Tanuma wanted to help. He’s still obviously pretty nervous about burdening people. but he’s come a long way.
And this show is so good about characters actually comminicating openly and honestly- that moment where Natsume apologized to Tanuma for asking for his help and Tanuma being like “I actually really prefer knowing what you’re dealing with to being kept in the dark because that makes me worry about you way more. I actually wish you’d let me help you more, but I know that freaks you out and sends you into a guilt spiral when I push it to hard. It makes me happy you’re trusting me and even relying on me even a little bit.” LIKE WOW. A PLUS COMMUNICATION, A PLUS FRIENDING.
Basically this show has an end-goal of showing how much better it is when people communcate and are open with their feelings, but also acknowledges that it takes real work to get to that point, especially when you’re dealing with characters who are dealing with a lot of trauma like Natsume is. But Tanuma and Natsume and the rest of his friends DO put in the work and it’s beautiful to see how that is resulting in really healthy, honest relationships where they truly consider and understand each other’s feelings and that these relationships grow and get stronger with each passing episode.
I also have to praise the development on Shibata’s part too. I was very grumpy with him his debut episode for how he treated Natsume. (not because he didn’t feel like a realistic character or that his growth wasn’t good even in that episode, just. he spent most of it being a fuck so). He did apologize, but he didn’t seem to fully grasp exactly how much hell he put Natsume through. In this episode, though, he had a lot of growth. he fully gets all the scary shit Natsume has to deal with and is horrified and genuinely does his best to help and take responsibility for his part in it and lets Natsume know “hey I know I was shitty to you and I still am a little bit shitty but I really like seeing you and don’t want to hurt you”. LIKE YES EXACTLY THANK YOU. LET’S ALL JOIN THE “PROTECT NATSUME” SQUAD. It’s honestly one of the better “reformed bully” sidestories I’ve seen.
(And Natsume realizing that he gets what Tanuma’s talking about because it also makes him happy that Shibata reached out to him and relied on him!)
BASICALLY ALL I WANT TO SAY IS. I AM PROUD OF NATSUME AND I LOVE HIM AND I’M SO GLAD HE’S BECOMING MORE COMFORTABLE WITH HIMSELF AND THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD WITH IT’S SLOW-BURN CHARACTER AND RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPMENT AND COMMITMENT TO SHOWCASING POSITIVE GROWTH AND COMMUNICATION. I LOVE IT. SO PURE AND SWEET.
This is based on a dream that I had. But a blind Lance AU? Like they're on a mission and he gets hit in the face with a sort of alien electricity and loses his sight. And he has to learn to find his way around the castle and to see out of blue's eyes all of the time.
I wrote something like this! Don’t worry I’ll write another!
You can read it by searching ‘Blind Lance’ on my blog.
The mission was going perfectly. However like most missions that the team has done, it was ruined.
Instead of saving the village in their lions like planned, one of the paladins had to go down to the central house and stop the generator.
The team wanted to send Pidge down but the team needed her vines and Lance was closer.
Lance didn’t mind, he would be helpful, also what could go wrong.
“Lance! make sure you cut the wires green, blue, and black. In that order. If you mess it up, it won’t work.” Pidges voice crackled over Lance helmet as he stared at the wires.
“Got it Pidge!” Lance started to cut the wires. Green. It was located at the top of the wires, he snipped it. Blue, he had to dig a little deeper for that one. , but he eventually cut it. Finally, black. Lance couldn’t get a stronghold on the wire since it was buried by the other wires. Come on. Lance started to close the scissors around the wire, unfortunately this is where things went downhill.
Before Lance could get a stable hold on the wire, there was an explosion somewhere in the building cause Lance so accidentally snip the red wire.
“SHIT!” And Lance was consumed by a burning sensation and everything went dark.
Lance felt a push of fresh air as he tumbled out of the healing pod into someone’s arms. He was surrounded by mostly warmth and a little bit of metal. Shiro.
“Hey, Lance you okay?” Shiro asked, concern laying heavy on his voice.
Lance moved his head slightly and attempted to stand up straighter. Lance moved his head around the room, black?
“Where is everyone?” Lance asked as he reached up to rub his eyes.
“Asleep, you’ve been in the pod for almost 3 weeks now.” Shiro sat down and pulled Lance down with him so they were sitting side by side.
“Wow, that long huh?” Lance rubbed his eyes harder. Come on, wake up eyes.
Shiro noticed what Lance was doing, “Is everything okay Lance?”
Lance stopped rubbing his eyes. “Shiro I can’t see anything.”
“What?” Shiro’s eyes widened.
It took a few examinations for Coran to conclude that Lance had gone blind due to the explosion.
Lance was crushed, one mistake that he made cost him his sight.
The team took it hard, but not as hard as Lance. It wasn’t uncommon for the team to find Lance silently crying wherever he was.
It also wasn’t uncommon for Lance to apologize every time someone had to hold his hand around the castle.
The team of course didn’t care, Lance needed support, and he would get it.
Lance eventually learned how to walk from his room to the kitchen, training deck and the bridge. He was a bit rocky at first and crashed into walls or other people but he tried his best.
Lance eventually learned how to make his way down to the hanger by following Blue’s presence. Lance started spending most of his time with her. Here he could vent his feelings and not feel like everyone was annoyed with him (The team wasn’t but Lance believe that they were).
“Blue what am I going to do? I won’t ever be able to see my family again, or my team or anything.” Lance stifled a sob.
Blue was devastated. Her paladin was hurting. My paladin. Her voice echoed throughout Lance’s mind.
“Yes Blue?” Lance concentrated on her.
What if you could see through my eyes all the time?
“What?” Lance was confused, he knew that he could see through her eyes when flying, but not all the time.
Our bond has gotten stronger over the past few weeks. We could easily share sight. I understand it won’t be perfect but it is better than nothing. Blue purred throughout Lance’s mind.
Lance opened his mouth and shut it again. Could this work? “Let’s try it.”
It took awhile to master but soon Lance would see silhouettes of object in the room. Eventually the silhouettes changed to blurred images, then into fuzzy images, like someone who needs glasses.
Lance could only see things that were in a radius that Blue provided.
Lance didn’t care, he still got to see his team, he still got to see himself, and he still got to see the picture that he had of his family.
request: Maybe you could write something about enemies to lovers? or y/n and H used to be together but y/n had done something really bad and he makes it hard for her to earn his trust/love back?
thanks for requesting this and sorry it took me so long to write it, i hope you like it (:
“So the media dug up yours and Harry’s past and are having a field day with it?” My stylist, Jeana, said as she finished curling my hair.
I sighed. “Apparently so, but I don’t get why what happened when we were kids is even relevant now.”
“You aren’t stressing over it, are you?” She asked me, looking at me in the mirror.
I shook my head. “Not really. I haven’t even spoken to him in years. The only time I’ve seen him in person is when we’re at the same events, and he hasn’t been to any big ones since his break started.”
“He’s back now though,” Jeana’s assistant stylist, Nicolette, spoke up. “And I’m pretty sure he’s going to be at the charity event tonight.”
My eyes got wide. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
She chuckled. “Nope. You’re both celebrity ambassadors for the charity, I’m surprised you didn’t know he was coming.”
I went to rub my face out of stress and Jeana swatted my hand away. “I did not spend almost half an hour on your makeup for you to screw it up because you’re nervous about seeing your little boyfriend tonight.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” I raised my voice, immediately regretting it. I sighed again. “Sorry, Jean, I-I just… I don’t think he wants to be anywhere near me.”
“What happened between you two anyways?” Nicolette questioned.
Just then, Helen, my manager, and my security guard named Harris came in.
“Time to go!” Helen clapped her hands together excitedly. She noticed that I wasn’t nearly as excited as she was and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, y/n?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll explain in the car.”
The charity event was in full swing, the charity’s founder had already spoken and she announced that both Harry and I were here, so I knew that he had shown up. I hadn’t seen him yet, though. And the fact that I could run into him made me more anxious by the second, but not for a reason most people would think.
“You look like you’re going to puke,” Helen joked. “Just calm down, you guys will probably just ignore each other or something.”
“What if I don’t want him to ignore me?” I said, surprising her. “What if I want things to be okay between us again?”
She examined my face, making sure I was being serious. I definitely was.
Helen exhaled. “Y/n, if you want to talk to him, then do it. The worst that can happen is that he ignores you, or walks away. And yeah, that would really suck, but you’ll survive.”
“Aren’t you supposed to give me good advice?” I jibed.
She playfully shoved me, and I set off to find him. Harry would be over what happened by now, right? I mean, it happened while we were in middle school and high school, there was no way he was still holding a grudge against me. Right?
As I was looking around for him, I accidentally bumped into someone.
“Sorry,” We both said in unison, then looked at each other in shock.
There, standing in front of me, was Harry. Though he looked older that he did the last time I saw him, he still looked like the guy I’d known back in our school years. His look of shock turned to one of extreme distaste, and mine turned into a frown.
“Um, how have you been?” I tried, hoping it would make him not look like he hated me.
He laughed sarcastically. “So now you want to talk to me?”
“What are you talking about?” I said, confused.
He looked at me as if I was the biggest idiot he had ever met. “Don’t play stupid, y/n, you know what happened. And yes, it may have happened when we were younger, but you know that once people lose my trust it’s hard for them to earn it back. Much less my respect,”
All I could do was stand there, dumbfounded. He chuckled, shaking his head and walking away. He actually, genuinely hated me. I’ll admit, what I did wasn’t right, but we’re adults now. And at one point, we were best friends. How could he just treat me as if we didn’t once care about each other?
I walked back to Helen, her smile falling once she saw how disappointed I looked.
“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” She asked.
I shook my head.
“Aw, I’m sorry,” She said as she hugged me. “Maybe you could try again? I could get his number for you, and you can talk to him and ma–”
“No, it’s fine,” I interrupted, pulling away. “He looked at me as if he hated me, I doubt he ever wants to talk to me again.”
She pulled her phone out. “Well, I’ll get it anyways and whether or not you use it is up to you.”
It had been a week since the charity event, and of course all that was on my mind was Harry. I just wanted to make things right, but how could I do that when he so obviously wanted nothing to do with me? I lay in bed, staring at his contact on my phone. Maybe I should try texting him, and if he really doesn’t want to talk then I’ll leave him alone.
I exhaled, then sent him a text.
hey it’s y/n
I locked my phone, deciding to watch tv and not get my hopes up that he’s even answer. About fifteen minutes later, my phone went off. I unlocked it and saw that he did answer me.
Great, now i have to get my number changed.
I scoffed. Was he serious? I took a deep breath, chalking his fowl mood up to him just holding his grudge still.
look harry ik i messed up and everything but that was so long ago and i’m willing to make it up to you
Hm… I don’t think I saw an apology in that.
omg stop being such a pretentious prick and let me apologize in person, i at least owe you that much
Wow, I had no idea you actually had a backbone.
But I don’t know about that, you could just be trying to mess with me.
why would i do that to you? why would i be basically begging for you to give me a chance to apologize just to screw with you? just let me try to earn your trust
I guess you wouldn’t go that far…
Fine, we can get lunch or something.
thank you, i promise all i want to do is make things right
I walked into the place we agreed to have lunch at, looking around until I found Harry sitting in a booth towards the back. I sat down in front of him, nervously looking at my nails.
“I believe you had something to say to me?” He said expectingly.
I gave him a look. “I’m not saying anything until you drop this dickhead act. This is so unlike you, and we both know that.”
He looked at me for a second, then sighed, his harsh expression softening. “Fine,”
“Anyways, I’m sincerely sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have abandoned you like I did, and I apologize.”
He waited, as if he expected more. When I didn’t say anything else, he rolled his eyes. “That’s it? You only apologize for leaving me alone?”
“Is that not what I did?” I questioned.
“That’s not even half of what you did.” He said firmly. “I had moved to America and started seventh grade in the middle of the school year. I had no one, until you and I became friends. And towards the end of our freshman year of high school, you left me for these kids who everyone wished they were. Everyone but me, of course. They treated me like shit, y/n. And you left me for them.”
“I get that I left you, but I didn’t treat you like shit. So why do you hate me more that you hate them?” I asked.
He laughed sadly. “Don’t you get it? Not only did you abandon me, you being my only friend, you just stood there as they bullied me day in and day out, all because I was a little different. And you never once stood up for me, y/n. Not even once.”
I sat there, dumbfounded yet again. He was completely right. I didn’t stop them when they treated him awfully. I was such a shitty friend.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched one roll down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I’d give anything to go back and change it.”
He shook his head as he wiped his tears away. “And on top of all of that, I had feelings for you. I still did, even after what happened. I hated that they wouldn’t go away no matter what you did.”
I looked at him in shock. “You did? Harry, I had feelings for you too. Holy shit, I was such an awful person.”
“Yeah, you were,” He chuckled. “But so was I, and I’m sorry for treating you like that.”
“It’s fine,” I waved him off. “The way you acted towards me wasn’t unwarranted. I kind of deserved it.”
Harry looked at me for a moment, then said, “Can we start where we left off? You, know, before all the drama?”
“You want us to act like we did when we were fifteen and sixteen?” I gave him a questioning look, though I was obviously joking.
He chuckled. “No, I just meant can we be super close again? Or maybe even more than super close?
I beamed at him. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”
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Clubs were never high on the list of things to do in
college. Yet here he was, with Hunk, Shiro, Allura, and the stubborn hardhead
that brought them all here to begin with- Lance. Pidge was dog sitting, and
Keith seriously wished he was there with her. Hanging out with Pidge was always
a better alternative to these outings Lance sucked them into.
Music was pounding through the entire club, colorful lights
flashed and glided over exposed bodies and sweaty faces, bodies pressed
together, swaying sensually to the music. It was the same stupid beat remixed
into each song, so Keith didn’t see what the big deal was.
Still, as he glanced around and realized that everyone
seemed to have someone to dance against, someone to make out with, he figured
it didn’t matter what they were dancing to. They were just dancing with
someone. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, feeling
exhausted even though he hadn’t even danced.
Hunk was busy tossing back beers which didn’t seem to faze
him. His tattoos seemed to attract girls to him and he was kind enough to
explain that they were all meaningful tattoos that were part of his culture.
Again, Keith wondered how he could even hold a conversation over the beating
Shiro and Allura were dancing. They weren’t pressed against
each other like every other couple, but Allura still moved exotically, drawing
other people’s eyes to her as Shiro did his best to keep wandering hands away
Lance of course was in the center of a giant crowd of
dancers. Everyone was grinding against each other, goading each other on,
allowing ten seconds of solo dancing in the center of a circle they’d created.
Lance had a girl in front of him and a guy behind him, but he didn’t seem to
mind. He still smiled that goofy, cocky smile of his.
It was incredible how well his body could move. Keith never
would’ve pegged Lance for a dancer. He imagined he would look awkward and
clumsy. And yet there he was, maneuvering his way around girls and guys alike,
swaying, laughing, singing, moving as sensually and welcoming as the girls with
the dominance of the guys.
“You could just tell him,” Hunk said, suddenly beside him.
Keith glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. “That you like him. Or that you
want to dance with him.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t like anyone.
I don’t have time for it. Lance gives me headaches, butterflies. And I don’t
dance either.” His eyes flitted back to Lance where he had his hands on a girl’s
hips and moved her side to side along with himself.
The funny thing was that although it was a very intimate,
sensual move, Lance didn’t look like he was trying to grope her. His hands were
firm, placed high enough, and his smile was friendly.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy,” Hunk said with a sigh. “I’m
just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to admit it. He’s my best friend, and I know he
wouldn’t be upset with you if you told him.” Keith grimaced and looked at Hunk
again. “Dude, we all see how you are with him. How you seem to sit up
straighter when he comes in the room, how you keep your eyes on him when he
talks, how you blush when you argue with him. He’s the only one who really
riles you up. Even when you argue with Pidge or Shiro, you don’t get that way.”
“No, I don’t,” he muttered. “I don’t sit up or stutter or
blush or stare, Hunk.” Suddenly, Lance was making his way over to them,
laughing and smelling of sweat and perfume and cologne. Keith shifted in his
seat and leaned forward. He heard Hunk snort and he glared at him. “Shut up.”
Lance slid into the booth beside Keith and took the cup of
water he had in front of him, tossing it back. “Come on, Mullet have a little
fun,” he said. “You’re not drinking, you’re not dancing, you’re not even trying
to make friends.”
“In case you don’t remember, I didn’t want to come.” Lance
rolled his eyes and nudged him.
“He says he can’t dance,” Hunk said.
“Lies!” Lance shouted over the base. Keith glanced at him. “You
just need a good dance partner. Either they help you move, or they move so
well, you don’t have to do much but sit there and look pretty.” He shrugged.
Suddenly the beat finally changed and the strum of a guitar
filled the air. “Oh hell yes!” Lance shrieked. “Come on, Keith, you’re dancing
with me.” Just like that, Keith’s legs turned to rubber and his stomach flipped
as he pulled Keith out of his seat.
“What?” he yelped.
“Hurry! We can’t miss the good part!” he called back, his hand
warm and tight around Keith’s. He pushed past people until he was in the center
of the dance floor.
The song became a little more upbeat, with a catchy tune,
and Lance’s hands gripped Keith’s hips. “Watch me,” he shouted.
Suddenly Lance was rolling his hips against Keith’s as he
also rolled Keith’s for him. He couldn’t help but gasp, but before he could say
anything, Lance had a hand at his side and the other intertwined with his, and
he was moving in swaying steps to each side, tugging Keith with him.
Around him, he could see couples with their legs intertwined,
girls swaying their hips like they were belly dancing, guys running their hands
along their thighs or their sides. Even girl couples were pressed against each
other, rolling their entire bodies.
Lance turned him, pulling him in so his back was pressed
against Lance’s chest. And Keith realized he was singing along with the music.
His voice was husky and sweet, melodic as he sang the lyrics, short of breath.
His hands moved Keith this way and that, and suddenly they were facing each
Lance was smiling, his blue eyes bright. Keith found that he
didn’t have to be hyperaware of his movements; Lance was doing it for him.
Suddenly, laughter bubbled up his throat and burst from him as he looked at the
stupid, happy smile on Lance’s plump lips. Another body roll and Keith was
suddenly pressed close to him, his face heating up as his arms wrapped around Lance’s
neck to keep his balance.
He had no idea what the words were, but with Lance’s voice
singing them sensually in his ear, he didn’t care. After a few seconds, Keith
found he didn’t need Lance’s guidance as much. He was dancing just fine, moving
his feet in time with Lance’s.
Without thinking, he pressed his forehead against Lance’s,
causing Lance’s breath to hitch. Then suddenly, the look in his eyes was much
cloudier and his singing stopped. His grip tightened and pulled Keith even closer,
which Keith didn’t mind.
He moved his hands into his soft brown hair and smiled as
the music continued. It was like there was no one else in the club. No one else
mattered. He only cared for Lance’s hands on his body, his hair between his
fingers, his eyes focused on him, and his lips, parted as he panted for breath.
Foreheads pressed together, hands at the nape of his neck,
eyes locked together, Keith licked his lips. Even the music slowed for a
moment. Their dance stopped and Lance’s expression was suddenly serious as his
hands came up to Keith’s cheeks. Then, he leaned in slowly. Too slowly.
Keith closed the space and kissed him as the beat picked up
again. He was vaguely aware of the song ending, but it didn’t matter.
His every sense was taken over by the Lance’s warmth, the
sweet taste of his lips, the low grunt in the back of his throat. Kissing him
was blissful. It was wonderful. His every nerve was alive, filling him with
adrenaline as fire course through his veins. Lance bit his lip and Keith
moaned, pressing closer, despite the fact that there was no space left.
Someone bumped into them and they pulled apart, breathing
heavily, their eyes locked on the other. “Wow,” Lance breathed. “You wanna…?”
He gestured toward the entrance and Keith nodded, unable to form words.
Their hands intertwined, they left the club and clambered
into the back seat of his car. Immediately, Keith’s lips were on his again,
pushing him down against the seat. His laugh filled the car and his hand came
up to stroke Keith’s cheek. “I’ve been dying to do that for months,” he murmured.
“Took you long enough,” he answered, leaning down to kiss
him again. Okay, so he liked Lance. Oh fucking well.