TerinTheHuman

au | random 1. meeting The first time you had met Lance was when he had came over with the rest of his family members for dinner. His father and yours had been friends since young and after you and your family had moved near them, they decided to hold a small get-together. Standing by the door, you smiled up at every person that passed by (as much as a five-year old could muster with the overflowing crowd of people), greeting them warmly as you raised your small hand for a handshake. Most of them complimented you on how adorable you looked all dressed up in [f/c] and you beamed at them with pride each time. The last person to enter the ho

Venti decaf latte, triple shot You look like an absolute angel. A sleep deprived, overworked, caffeine addicted angel, but an angel nevertheless. Maybe it was something about how the sunlight streaming through the blinded windows brought out the lustrous glow of your hair and the twinkle in your eyes. Or how cute you looked with your face all scrunched up trying to read the tiny print of your textbook.    But Lance knew that he was in love and Keith made it a point to remind his friend that he falls in love like three times a week. To which Lance replies by shoving his elbow into his friend’s ribcage without taking his eyes off you.

        “So what is this game called again?”         Your best friend Lance had been acting funny ever since he had seen you after summer. Then he brought up this weird game that sounded like a trick.         “The Pocky Game!” Pidge snickered from their bunk in their and Lance’s shared room.         “And what’s the point of the game?” It was this part that made you think that Lance had an ulterior motive.      

You collapsed onto the couch in the common room, breathing heavily. That training bot sure was a workout. Your black spandex shorts proved fruitless, as you felt as though your legs were on fire. Your torso, however, was rather comfortable, so the long sleeve (f/c) shirt wasn't a bother. You threw an arm over your somewhat sweaty forehead, wiping away the small bits of moisture that had gathered there. Looking up to the ceiling, you were startled to find a pair of blue eyes staring down into your (e/c) ones. "JEEZ! LANCE!" The blue paladin chuckled and walked to the other end of the couch, lifting your legs and plopping himself down onto the