~~langst~~ (one shots)

the missing make up

I can't even get anymore words out I'm crying so hard. I can't think I can't breath I can't see.

My heart feels like it's going to explode. I can't feel anything anymore, I'm numb. All that's left is pain.

Mind numbing pain.

"L-lance?" A voice asks. Their voice broke as they spoke.

I jump backwards and hit my head off the sink in my panic.

A bright red coat assaults my eyes.

"K-eith?" I hiccup panickedly.

"-lance why are you crying? Why- why are you bleeding!?" Keith asks his eyes filling with tears.

"I-im fine. I'm fine. Noth-thing happened" I scramble to stand and keep my neck overed at the same time.

Then it remember my face probably has blood on it.

I spin around in panic and turn on the tap. I splash my face with water.

"Your neck!" He shouts and again I spin round.

I once again curl up in the floor in defeat.

"Just- just please leave me alone Keith" I beg, starting to sob again.

"No Lance! You're bleeding, did you dot hat to yourself, why are you crying?" He says with tears streaming down his face.

He sits down on the floor beside me. I feel his hands curl around my shoulders as he turns me to him slowly.

"Lance... Please talk to me" he whispers wiping tears off my face even though tears are on his own.

My arms are suddenly wrapped around his neck and I start to sob into his shoulder.

To my surprise he doesn't push me off. Instead he wraps his arms around me and tries to soothe me.

---time skip---

"Thanks Keith" I whisper hoarsely.

He brought me over to my bed instead of leaving me on the floor. He bandaged up my neck for me too.

"You're welcome... Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He asks quietly.

"I... It's shiro... He was my hero and all he does is shoot me down... I'm useless and worthless and annoying and stupid and a waste of sp-"

"No. You're not. I don't know what's wrong with shiro but you're not. You are an amazing person. You're kind and loving and funny and smart and friendly and beautiful and amazing and my sharpshooter" he says firmly. His eyes are soft though.

"Your sharpshooter?" I ask gingerly.

"I-i mean our" he says quickly.

"Oh..." I say quietly. I look down a little bit disappointed.

"Unless you want it to be my..." He whispers.

I look up in surprise and nod almost unnoticeably.

"Really" Keith asks quietly his eyes widening.

I nod again clearer this time and smile a little. "Yes. Really really..." I mumble my smile growing.

"Then... Can I kiss you?" A smile is drawn on his lips too. His looks a little scared.

I nod quickly and suddenly Keith's lips crash into mine.

His lips are soft and they melt perfectly into mine. The kiss is hot and firey, with burning passion in it. It takes me a minute to relise what is happening and I close my eyes slowly. I melt into him, slipping my hands around his waist as his go into my hair as he leaned into me.

He pulls away and I already miss his lips.

I blink a few times. I haven't fully processed what happened.

"Will you promise to not do this to yourself again?" He asks me taking my hand.

I open my mouth to speak and hesitate.

"Before you say you cant, why don't you come to me instead. I'll hold you and talk with you and... I'll love you" his face turns red.

I nod.

"I'll try"

Keith's gaze turns hard.

"Fine. I will"

Keith's face lights up instantly and his lips meet mine again.

This time it's a soft kiss. A kiss full of love and passion but so much more gentle. His lips move slowly against mine and he pulls away slowly.

"Can I see them?" He asks me softly. He holds my arms and turns round my wrists. "I know you cut. I stole your make up to see if I was right... I didn't know it would make you spiral though...".

I nod.

"Its ok..." I tell him. "... Just please don't make a big deal" I take a deep breath and roll up my sleeves.

"Jesus Christ Lance did you try to... Kill yourself?" He asks me out of no where. He pulls my arm closer to hismelf and lightly drags a finger down the bigger scars on my wrists.

"Um... Yeah I did... When I was 13" I say quietly. "And when I was 15 and 16 just with pills and bleach and a knife..." I whisper.

I pull up my shrjt to reveal the jagged scar on my stomach.

Keith gasps and covers his mouth.

"Lance..."

"I have a bad home. It was just how I coped but i had to many siblings to not be found so... I survived" I tell him quickly covering my arms and pulling back down my shirt.

Keith grabs my hands tight.

"Promise me. Promise me Lance you will never. Never, this again" Keith says sternly.

I nod.

"Promise" he whispers.

"I promise, as long as you help me" I say tilting my head and smiling at him.

"Of course Lance. I'll help you" he presses a kiss on my forehead and then lies down on my chests.

And for the moment.... I feel happy. So goddamn happy. And for now I'm going to live in the moment. I'm going to enjoy it while I can.

I have the boy I love in my arms. I don't need my make up as a safety blanket anymore.

Okie doke so I tried. I dunno if I did what you wanted but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. This is what I came up with from what you gave me!!!! (Sorry if it's shit) anywayyyyy I wrote this in a day so... Blep
-fox