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sunflowerhae · 4 years

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Episode • 1/8

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Authors note• bro this is so long I’m so sorry I’m breaking it into parts for u (I HATE MY LIFE)

Warnings• mentions of death, language

Songs• something - the Beatles/ With love, Vincent - Murray Gold/ she’s so lovely - beach house

•Na Jaemin remembers the exact moment he first laid his eyes on Y/N Y/L/N.

•He was standing by his locker on the first day of sophomore year

•laughing with Jeno and Haechan about their new math teacher

•when she walked past him with two other girls, smiling and holding some books in her arms.

•Jaemin will tell anyone that listens that this was the first time he felt the air knocked out of his lungs

•He remembers thinking that she was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen.

•He didn’t know who she was; he had never seen her before (he would remember) (sike he’s stupid)

•yet he knew that he would marry that girl.

•he was worried bc he didn’t know who tF she was, but don’t worry bc the second time he ever saw her was maybe 6 minutes later

•he walked into his 4th period Honors English 10 class, and she was talking to the teacher across the classroom, before moving and sitting down in the first empty seat she saw.

•Jaemin didn’t know what to do

•his new mystery dream girl was in his class.

•Should he sit next to her?

•Should he just ignore her and talk to her later?

•what is gonna wear?

•is he gonna cry?

•Jaemin didn’t have much time to decide

• a mere 10 second delay was all it took for three boys (also on the football team with Jaemin) to enter the room and wrap their arms around his shoulder

•ushering him over to an empty table in the back while showcasing their excitement about being in the same class together.

•Jaemin tried not to show his disappointment, and instead gave one of his usual, dazzling smiles (ya know the one!) while joking along with them

•trying to forget about the mystery girl (and the excitement he got when he learned her name during roll call)

•It was then that Na Jaemin’s and Y/N Y/L/N’s rolls in their story were set in stone.

•He would be the popular boy that everyone knew, but didn’t really know

•and you would be the quiet girl that only a few, special people knew of, but those people were your closest friends.

•And over the course of the next two years, it would stay that way. •Jaemin, secretly pining for you

•and you, thinking the beautiful boy as untouchable.

•That would, however, change, on one god forsaken, cloudy Friday.

•A Friday that would forever be ingrained in Jaemins memory as the day he sealed his lonely fate in the world

•and the day he lost his true soulmate

•before he even talked to her.

•If Haechan’s persistent moaning and groaning about school wasn’t enough

•the weather was gloomy and cloudy

•and anyone with eyes could tell that rain was to be expected. •Jaemin, secretly, didn’t mind.

•Although he would never share it, he loved the rain.

•What he did mind, was his friends continuous bitching.

•”Hyuck, shut up,” -Renjun, 2020

•I mean he wasn’t even paying attention to the group, too preoccupied w his sketch book, sometimes glancing up at a girl that sat across the school yard, before looking back down at his sketch book (spoilers for something I’m writing??? Hehe you’ll never know hehe)

•all Jeno did was MenTion that rainy weather meant football practice would be cancelled

•hyucks smile was BaCk

•Jaemin was not impressed

•okay the conversation went something like this

“Damn Na, why are you looking at me like how my mom looks when my report card come in?” -full sun

•You literally insulted football to my face.” -nana

•haechan let out a loud laugh

•at Jaemin’s expense

•“you don’t know the ups and downs of High-school football” -nojam and injunnie

•also at Jaemins expense

•due to an ongoing joke that Jaemin reminded their friend group of the teenage redhead from riverdale

•Na Jaemin was so upset, he didn’t even eat his fries.

•”I wouldn’t care so much if I wasn’t the fucking captain of the team, hyuck. I mean, I gotta hold you responsible to a certain degree, you’re the fucking quarterback!” -Na Jaemin

•someone bully him

•so as that is happening, 2/3 of the missing members of their group come in HOT

•I mean literally

•they’re breathing heavily and everything

•acting like they just ran a mf marathon

•jisung YEETS his bag in the table (covering Renjuns sketchbook, which annoyed the fuck out of the older boy, but really who cares)

•”Guys guys guys! You will never guess who we just saw in the library!” -Mochi

•”lemme give it a try; mark?” -bitch ass Chinese bitch (renjun)

•”No! We saw Mar- wait what? How’d you know?” -child prodigy Zhong Chenle

•“Uhh, maybe because he texted in the group chat that he was gonna be in the library?” -nojam makin a comeback

•”Okay okay, but - can I have a fry? - did hew shay who hedt be wif?”

•”Swallow your fucking food first, le.” -smart boy you guess who

(Whew are y’all getting sensory overload like I AM)

•“He said, did he say who he’d be with, though? No, he didn’t, but guess who WE saw him with,” -jisung bringing the T E A.

•no one answers

•Chenle and jisung give each other the “we’re friends w dumbasses” look

•“Y/n! He was sitting with y/n!”

•oh shit

•Everyone quickly turned their heads to Jaemin

•tell me why this boy was glaring at the table like it messed w his daughter

•Out of everyone ever, the only people who knew about Jaemins secret crush was the 5 boys sitting with Jaemin

•and the one sitting in the library with said secret crush.

•They didn’t even really know, they just knew that they once saw Jaemin slip something like a note into Y/n’s locker junior year

•and Jaemin made up a bullshit excuse that it was something for class that no one

•-not even Jeno, who always trusted his friends -

•believed.

•”why aren’t you mad”

•”you should be angry”

•literally all of the present boys were THROWING it on jaemin

•and naturally -

•he deflected

•”bro I’m not even upset, I don’t like y/n!”

•lmao K

•now at this point

•the boys thought they were helping

•really

•it was innocent they promise.

•really how were they to know what was going to happen

•so hyuck had JOKED and said that if Jaemin didn’t like u, he wouldn’t mind hurting u

•it was super harmless

•unTil

•some other popular ppl walked over RIGHT as Haechan said that

•and he was like oh fuck

•but silently

•bc Haechan knew what Jaemin was like

•if it was just their lil group still, Jaemin would have told hyuck to fuck off

•but Jaemin was terrified to lose his reputation

•he was an insecure boy

•he would have really done anything to keep his position as most popular boy in school

•so when one of his jock friends dares Jaemin to get you to date him until prom, get ur virginity the night before, and then ditch u at prom and tell you it was all a dare in front of everyone and that he never liked you

•well

•he stupidly agrees

•the dreamies agree with it

•only bc they don’t actually think Jaemin will last

•they think he’ll back out last minute and stay w you

•and that Jaemin will finally get u

•wishful thinking

•you were failing math

•it’s not that you were stupid, you weren’t

•you just R E A L L Y hated math

•and your mom was so upset w your grade

•my girl forced u to get a tutor

•good thing u knew mark

•he agreed to meet w you in the library Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s at lunch

•and Thursday’s if you needed it

•thank god 4 mark

•everything was going Super Fine™️

•up until you both look up when you hear squealing and the sound of someone smacking someone else

•and there’s jisung and Chenle,

•staring at you both

•and squealing

•and smacking each other on the arms

•before just plain running out

•”if I don’t go after them, they’ll tell all of our friends that we’re marrying each other, so i should go.” -Mark fucking Lee

•so you’re walking towards your locker to put all of your math work in it,

•and when you open it, a lil note falls out and flutters to the ground

•your smile: 3% -> 95%

•honestly you were kinda having a shitty day

•so you were so happy to see a note in your locker

•you had been receiving love notes since you were in sophomore year

•you don’t remember exactly when during the year

•but one day, they were just there

•you were excited to add another one to your box

•this one wasn’t big, it just said “Your Personality makes me want to be a better person! I hope you have a beautiful day, sunshine!”

•the rim of the paper had squiggly yellow lines, and the bottom had a poorly drawn sunshine, with a heart, like always

•you didn’t know who your secret admirer was

•but you wish you did

•u lowkey loved them

•you’re still smiling about it as you walk into your 7th period math class

•and the note was found at lunch, like an hour ago

•they make you so happy

•you silently sat down in your seat, and stared off into space with a dreamy look on your face

•and THATS how Jaemin knew you got his note

•you always had that look when you read his notes

•not that you knew it was from him

•it made him so happy

•even if you two had never talked before, he still freaking loved that he could make you smile

•Jaemin wasn’t happy for long

•he tried not to let you notice him staring at you in class,

•it was kinda hard, seeing as you two literally sat next to each other

•he couldn’t believe he had to break your heart

•he wanted to die lowkey lol

•but he had to do it

•not really, but really

•so he took a deep breath

•and opened his mouth

Continued here

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 172 prt 2

“Keith, put the phone on speaker!”

“You hear that?”

Pidge sounded grumpy

“Our gremlin being cranky?”

“Yeah. Are you okay to do that?”

“I’ve got it... lemme push the button”

Lance pressed speaker, managing to get it right again

“Okay, you’re on speaker, Pidge”

“Good! Hunk, help, they’re being romantic!”

“I know. I don’t know what Keith is saying, but it’s calming Lance down”

“They’re being all gross”

“Love isn’t gross”

“Because you and Shay are mental for each other. I’ll take my electronics instead. Now, I’m hooked up to your computer. Coran’s password works for everything”

“So it should work on here?”

“I’d say so. You ready?”

“Give it to me”

“It’s all one word. Coran-the-galant”

What the heck? Coran’s password involved himself? Then again, it was so weird that it was perfect. No one would think that Coran’s password was himself

“Pidge?”

“Don’t ask me. Maybe he had dreams of a sweeping red cape and slaying evil hoards”

“But... that?”

“Dude. I know you already changed your passwords to do with Shay”

Hunk blushed furiously, hissing

“Pidge!”

“I’m just saying. Are you in yet?”

“I’m getting there”

“Then hurry up. I don’t know how long I can listen to Keith and Lance”

Lance huffed

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about”

“You two being gross. Can’t you... I don’t know... do something useful like brainstorm how to stop a demon”

“We don’t know how”

“Well that doesn’t help. What if it’s on the loose?!”

“Then we have to get to Coran and Allura as soon as possible”

“Says the man who chose now to be in not labour”

“I can’t help it!”

“Pidge, stop teasing Lance. He only just started looking human again”

“That’s because he’s got a big gay crush on Keith”

“Is it still a crush if they’re dating?”

“I don’t know. I assume so”

“Good to know. Okay, I’m in”

“Great. I’ll wait for you”

“What are we concentrating on?”

“Getting the doors to the stairs up. Keith needs to get to his locker, and Lance needs to get to the infirmary”

“On it. I’ll work on this hallway, you do yours”

“Like I need you to tell me that. Oh, be careful of the encryption, it’s not Pidge level but it’s good”

“I can’t wait to see. Double or single?”

“Single and rolling”

“Damn”

“Yep”

“I wouldn’t mind meeting whoever wrote the code”

“I know, right? I’m going in!”

Keith could have kissed Pidge. Getting the walls up meant they couldn’t do anything about the lights and alarms, but they could leave the corridor. Selecting each door individually, she’d cleared through the staircase, going halves with Hunk for the floor between them. She would have brought the whole computer set up with her if she could. With comms not working, and there no way in hell Keith was leaving her behind, Keith dragged out the lab hoping he was guiding her the right way.

He wasn’t. Pidge had to guide him as she chided him for being lost. It was easier for them to get to Hunk and Lance than it was for Lance and Hunk to come to them, despite them being on the lower level. Keeping his sniper rifle up, he swept through the halls as they walked. The few staff they did pass seemed perplexed that this wasn’t a drill. Apparently Coran was one for drills at all kinds of odd hours. He was going to have to talk to him about that. It’d happened so many times that Coran’s staff was becoming immune. With his heart hammering, his head was filled with Lance. Get Lance, get to the infirmary, go from there. The three stages to his plan played on a loop in his head.

By the time they reached the main level, Keith had lost all patience. Running up the stairs, Pidge panted and cursed behind him, vowing death on those who invented physical exercise. Once in the hallways, he knew the way to both their friends. Leaving Pidge behind, he ran along the hall, smacking into the reception desk because he’d forgotten stopping was a thing

“Keith! Bud! I’m so glad you’re here!”

Hunk stood, eyes filling with tears. The words heartfelt... and kind of ignored. Rushing around the desk, he threw himself down to sit beside Lance. His boyfriend’s wings still out, and his colour deathly

“Lance?”

Tapping Lance’s cheek, Lance roused. How could Hunk let him sleep!? Sleep wasn’t good if Lance had started losing blood

“K-Keith?”

Realising he was real, Lance threw his arms around him. Keith falling on his arse with the impact

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, babe. I’ve got you. You’re okay”

“I was scared!”

Keith chuckled. Lance had his moments, but he’d also had his moments where he’d taken charge. His boyfriend’s brain never shut up

“I know. How do you feel? Does it still hurt?”

“Yes... I don’t want to lose them”

“I know. Hunk, can you get the doors open to Coran’s office?”

“I’m working on it, but his and Allura’s office have an extra layer of security”

Reaching the desk, Pidge had both hands on her sides as she panted

“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ve done all the hard work... I’m just... going to die now...”

“I need your help with this encryption. If we lift these four doors we’ll clear the way to Coran’s office without opening the stairs to the car park”

Pidge groaned, moving around the reception desk as she did

“I demand a pay rise... no one said running... was going to happen”

Leaving Pidge and Hunk to nerd, Keith pulled Lance up against him. His boyfriend’s legs over his left leg as he nosed his hair. His left hand rested on Lance’s belly

“Have they been moving?”

“Not as much today... I don’t want to lose them”

“You won’t. You’re not going to”

“I’m sorry... we need to be focusing on Shiro. We need to get to them. It feels like something’s really wrong”

“Coran can handle it. Allura is scary when she’s mad. Can you image how scary she’d be if a demon insulted her?”

“Very... shit... it hurts”

“I know. Keep breathing for me”

“I have been”

“Good. Good. You’ll be okay”

Lance sniffled sadly, whimpering as he hid his face with his forehead against Keith’s

“I wet myself...”

“I think that’s kind of perfectly okay given things”

“It’s embarrassing”

“It’s not like you’ve had access to a bathroom in the last two hours”

“Is that how long it’s been? It feels so much longer”

“You guys were trapped in the elevator for awhile...”

“I don’t like them”

“I’m not feeling too love towards them”

“It felt like it was going to fall and we were going to be eaten by the darkness”

“I’m sorry. I should have...”

“Don’t. We were getting coffee, like we’ve done dozens of times”

“Still”

“No. No. You came to our rescue again. You and Pidge make a great team. I was useless”

“So was I”

“You calmed me down”

“Really?”

Lance sniffled loudly, nodding as he did

“Yeah. Yeah, you did. This feeling’s really upset my ego. I watched my own nails shrink as you talked to me”

“I’m glad your ego thinks so highly of me”

“So am I... Keith, what do we do if the twins aren’t okay? What if this was what Allura saw? Me losing them... Shiro in pain? We thought it was us...”

That fucking prophecy. Keith knew it’d come back to bite them on the arse, but Allura had never mentioned the rest of all of this

“I... I don’t know. I don’t know how to get to him”

“If I was alone I could try the shaft? I’ve done it before...”

Keith shook his head immediately. This wasn’t like the mines in Garrison

“No. I am not letting you go down there alone. Either we all go or we all stay, or we all escape. There’s no in between’s or maybe’s”

“Once we’ve hit Coran’s office, we should get down to my lab”

“Coran’s office?”

Oh. Yeah... Lance probably wasn’t thinking straight

“We’ll get you some blood”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea when my ego is flaring”

“You need your strength, babe”

“You’re the one always rescuing me. Maybe I am a princess after all. You’re my knight in not so shining armour, Keith Kogane”

“And you’re my idiot crumpet”

“Says the anger loaf”

Keith nodded with a smile on his lips, agreeing completely. He’s taken absolutely any teasing from Lance because Lance had taught how to tease with love not malice

“Says the anger loaf”

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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Summertime Magic

So, I saw the gif below and thought of a brilliant idea. It’s about 90 degrees out here in my neighboorhood so here is a one-shot about a young woman trying to cool down this summer but she sees something that can heat it up even more.

Something to hold y’all off until I post more of my series for “CONNECTED” and “Beauty and the Panther”.

Pairing: N’Jadaka x Black Thick Reader

Recommended Listening: Summertime Magic by Childish Gambino

LOS ANGELES, CALI, JUNE ‘19

The weather that day was unbearable to point everyone and anyone can walk outside completely nude and no one bat an eye. In a small one-story rented home, a young African American woman had finished her last yarn loc and finally got to rest. She lied there on her stomach, behind in the air with nothing but her undies and a crop top on. The AC was on full blow mode but the sweat still dripped down her forehead. She was in the middle of watching “Black Mirror” when she heard a car pull up her driveway; honking and blasting Tyler the Creator. “Y/N! I know you ain’t shit blood. Let’s go out”, a female voice said. Y/N looked out her window to see her best friend, Kesha, peeking through. She lifted up her window and said: “girl, it’s too hot to be out right now.” Kesha rolled her eyes and said “c’ mon, please. We can go to the store around the corner and chill at the beach. My ac is on and it is beautiful outchea. Now, get dressed and bring ya ass. You got thirty minutes.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and finally took a quick shower, slipped on a yellow short sundress and sandals to show off her bright peach color that matched her coffin-shaped acrylics. She placed a few golden clamps in her hair and was out to the car. “Oooo yes. I am feeling the locs” Kesha complimented as they made their way. “You finished them finally, huh?” Y/N nodded. “Yes, finally. It took all night but finally got it done.” Kesha raked her fingers through her box braids and told her “I may need a touch up in the first two rows. How much you gonna charge me?” Y/N looked at her braids and said “hmm, thirty. Sound good?”

“Yeah, thanks Y/N/N. I have a date next week and I gotta look good.” She looked at Shay and asked: “with you?” Kesha blushed and said “Ricky from down the street.” Y/N’s eyes bugged out. “Ricky?! Sandra’s Ricky?” Kesha raised her finger covering her friend’s mouth. “Used to be. Ricky dumped her months ago because she got comfortable saying nigga.” Y/N put her arm out her window and looked out. “That’s what happens when niggas date woman o other races. Hoes out here think just because the get black dick in them that is the automatic ‘n-card’. They pulled up into the parking lot of the store before Kesha fixed her gloss and observed her cocoa skin in the mirror; they both got out and walked in.

“Exactly. Meet you at the register.” Y/N went to the cooler to observe the drink selection. She caught the reflection of an unknown figure standing behind her. She made her way to the icee machine, grabbed a large cup and mixed Cherry with Coca Cola flavored. She grabbed a straw, taking it out and sliding her glossy lips around it. She turned around and was startled to see the strange man. “What up, baby? Who told you to look that fine?” Y/N rolled her eyes and said “bwoy, bye. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.” When she was about to walk away, he grabbed her arm tightly and said “come on. I know your ass ain’t got a man.”

All of a sudden, a tall man in a vintage Fresh Prince jersey, black basketball, and Air Force ones stood at 6′2. Broad shoulders, muscular legs, dreads braided back with a nice fade and all, stood behind Y/N. “You aight, baby girl? I was looking for your cute ass.” He gently took her hand in his big one but she did not snatch it back. All she can do was melt into his touch while looking up at him. The stranger looked at the harasser with a brow rose and asked: “ya ain’t tryna be all on my girl, are you?” The man nervously laughed and said “Nah, big man. I didn’t-” The man slid her hand down the woman’s round waist and asked “Princess, is homeboy here giving you problems? Want me to rough his ass up like that last one?” He made his chest bounce when he said it and it made her wonder if anything else can bounce.

She shook her head and he said: “Nah, lemme hear that voice I love so much.” She blushed and said “no, it’s okay. Thank you though.” The man took his sucker out his mouth and smiled. He looked back to the guy and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s neck. “C’ mon, baby. Lemme buy yo snacks and let’s get the fuck outta here.” As they walked away, he looked back at the guy and raised his brow.” Y/N placed her snacks on the counter (a snicker, a spicy pickle and a bag of Cheddar Ruffles) with her drink and pulled the money she made from her last client out her bra; the man stopped her. “I got you, don’t trip.” He handed the cashier a twenty, got his change, got Y/N’s bag and held her hand as they walked out.

He walked them over to his pine-green Ford Explorer and leaned on it. “What’s ya name,” he asked and she said “Y/N” with her hand out. The man saw the creeper walk out and pulled her closer to him. “I’m N’Jadaka. Homeboy is right behind us. Just start giggling” he whispered and she did so but it was a genuine one because he breath was on her earlobe. The man turned the corner and N’Jadaka slowly let go. “Sorry about that. Nigga was tripping back there. Ya alright” he asked and she smiled sipping her drink. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me out. I would have sprayed his ass but I left my keys in my homegirl’s car.” N’Jadaka looked back and looked at her, eyes traveling from her feet to her locs. “How long you been growing yours?” She laughed. “Unfortunately, it isn’t mine. They are yarn locs.”

His head tilted to the side and he said “oh shit, they look more natural than mine. I like ‘em. You should grow real ones. They fit your cute face.” She blushed and said “thank you. Who does yours?” He shook his head. “Eh, no one out here. I used to go out a barber up north but gas getting expensive.” That’s when he got the idea. “You know how to do dreads and maybe a line-up?” She smiled and said “yeah, let me see. Hold this real quick.” She bent his head down and got on her tippy toes. He placed his right hand her hip as Kesha was about to go to the car but stopped so she can watch.

“Hmmm, they look crotched but most likely twisted and locked. Can give you a hot oil treatment and a nice wash. A few are actually locking together which isn’t bad but they can get natted quick. I can charge about, eh, 75 and that’s with the fade, too. You don’t need a fae right now but we definitely gotta get these dreads right, N’Jadaka. I can give you my number and you can make an appointment. I have a few tomorrow but I can squeeze you in for Friday, sounds good.” He took his blow pop out his mouth and said “yeah, we can do that. What time you want me to come?” She took her drink back, sipping it and said “come over at eleven am. It’s gonna take a while.”

“Cool, I can come after my session at the gym” he handed her his phone to put her number in. She gave back to him and said “there you go. Thanks, again for the help and buying my stuff for me. That was sweet. I can pay you back.” He shook his head and said “don’t worry. It was my pleasure.” He put his cherry sucker back in his mouth as his eyes landed at the car behind her; he smirked. “Someone is waiting for ya, Y/N.” She turned to see Kesha nosey self watching and once she was caught she slipped in. “Text me so I can save your number, okay?” He nodded as he got int the driver seat and pulled off.

“Sooooooo, who was that nice looking brotha” her friend asked. Y/N looked over at Kesha and said: “just a man who help me out.” Kesha smiled rolling her eyes “mhmm, a fine man to add” as she started the car. When they made their way to another location, Y/N’s phone vibrated:

She smiled to herself as she saved his number. A fine man indeed, she agreed with her friend in thought.

Alright, loves. I love this so much btw. But let me know what y’all think and if I should do a chapter two and turn this into a series. I got A BUNCH of good ideas for this.

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jottni · 5 years

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Random Fanfic for S.W.A.T.

“Evans, you’re up! Take your place.”

The woman in question grinned as she stepped forward to the shooters mark. Her chocolate brown hair was slicked back tight in a high ponytail. The ends tickled her bare shoulders as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. As the woman fidgeted, she tightened her custom gloves on her petite wrists. She flexed her hands, eager to begin this round.

“Shay!” She jumped, turning to face the voice that called her name.

Standing a few yards away and apart from the crowd was Deacon and Hondo. The pair stood tall with firm expressions on their faces. Hondo’s don’t fuck with me glare was painted into place. Deacon’s face was tight with worry.

“David? Hondo?” Shay’s face pulled down into a frown. “I’m guessing this isn’t a social call Deac… What’s going on?”

Deacon and Hondo both walked towards her, “We gotta go.” Deac held out his hand to her.

“David, what is going on?” Shay felt slightly childish as she stomped her foot. So much for being 33 years old. Older brothers tend to bring out the snotty child, she supposed. She glanced over her shoulder to the timer who was glaring at her. She held up a finger. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s happened.”

“He called the house Shauna.” Deacon said softly.

Shay suck in a ragged breath as panic gripped her heart. Her head snapped around to stare at her brother. “Annie, is she-?” Shay trailed off as her panic grew.

“She’s fine. The house phone was forwarded to my phone.” Deacon placed an arm over her shoulders. “She’s fine, I promise.”

Hondo turned to her and motioned with his head to those around them for the shooting competition. “You got a thing you need to do?” Shay shook her head. “20-David to Command.” Hondo said into his radio, “We’ve got Shauna Evans. We’re bringing her back now.”

“Charles!” Deacon called over people’s heads and Charles pushed his way through, stopping in front of Shay and her brother. “Shauna’s gonna forfeit the round. She’s got some stuff to take care of.”

“Can Shauna tell me herself or does big brother have to do everything?”

“I’m dropping out, Charles. Lemme grab my gear and we’ll go.” Shay brushed passed Charles as she grabbed her four guns and quickly cased everything.

“Why is she leaving early? I know for a fact that she could have smoked everyone. One of the guys on your team has been helpin’ her.” Charles leaned towards the two men. Deacon raised an eyebrow at the man. He didn’t know anything about Shay getting extra firearm training.

“Isaac.” Hondo answered before Deacon could even open his mouth. “He called Deac’s place, lookin’ for her.”

Charles nodded and walked back to the group calling it order.

Shay hurried back with her cases in hand. Hondo grabbed the hard cases from her, while Deacon push his sister towards the Charger sitting in the parking lot. She glanced at Deacon by her side, “I thought I was supposed to be notified when he was released?”

Deacon gazed back at his sister’s dark eyes, his brows were pinched together. “We can worry about that later. We need to get back to the precinct.”

“I refuse to run and hide. He won’t run my life. You have to understand that.” Shay snapped as she tossed her pack into the trunk next to the cases that Hondo had piled in. “I’m not doing this shit again.” She snarled.

“We got you covered, Little Mouse. No need to get feisty.” Hondo laughed as he slid into the driverseat. “Get in, we’ve gotta get going.”

Huffing a sigh, Shay ducked her head and climbed into the back seat. She knew better than to argue with them. Deacon resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his little sister as he followed suit into the passenger seat. The tires spun out on the dirt before he’d even closed the door.

Shay rested her against the window, stared listlessly at the passing scenery. She took a deep breath to calm her heart rate, closing her eyes as she did. She let the low hum of the Hemi engine relax her body. Slowly she drifted to sleep.

Shay suppressed a groan as she shifted on the lumpy hardness of the backseat. Her cheek was pressed against the window and her back ached from her short nap. The first thing she noticed was the lack of engine noise. The second, was that both Hondo and Deacon were missing.

Ice shot through her veins as the panic flooded her body. Shay fought with the seatbelt, desperate to un-click it. Shay’s body convulsed as a sob tore from her. Where was David? She fought with belt, wrestling with the lock. Tears welled up in her eyes. Why did he leave me? The click released and the metal clip smacked against the glass causing Shay to flinch. Grasping at the door handle, Shay finally looked out the window.

She was sitting outside S.W.A.T. building. Hondo, Deac and Chris were standing with their backs towards the car. Shay gasped as another sob managed to escape. She flung open the door and tumbled out of the car.

Chris turned, hearing the scuffle and noticed Shay’s panicked look first. She elbow Deacon harshly in the side. He faced Shay just in time to catch her as she slammed into him.

“Woah, Shay.” He yelped as she squeezed hard. “Shauna, it’s okay.” He carefully tucked her against his chest. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled something the other two couldn’t hear and shook her head. “I forgot about the car thing.” He said into her hair, holding her tight. He glanced to Hondo who motioned with his head towards the building. Deacon nodded. “Shay we should go inside to talk about this…” Shauna nodded, her pony tail waving with the movement.

As they walked through the building, she could hear Hondo and Chris muttering to each other. Shauna couldn’t make out everything they were saying. She heard Chris’ soft voice, “I can’t imagine what it must be like for her.”

“Like hell.” Shay growled. “It’s like hell, Chris.” She glanced back at the pair. Chris nodded at her and Hondo said nothing. They didn’t know the full damage of what he’d done. “He’s back and now I have no idea what to do…”

Shay turned forward as they walked passed the sparring ring and towards the kitchen. She noticed Tan out of the corner of her eyes jump up and walk after them. What a good way to make someone feel like a circus freak, she thought to herself. Parade them through a police precinct.

Shauna settled into a hard metal stool that she’d noticed after they entered the kitchen. Everyone stared at her. Almost as if they expected her to freak out and burst into flames. She glared around the room.

“What?” She snapped.

“You seem remarkably calm, Mouse.” Deac smiled gently at his sister. “You can’t blame me for worrying about you.”

“I’m fine, David. Go mom over someone else.” She mumbled, cheeks tinged a slight pink. Decon smirked at her and nudged her. “Really though, I’m good. Would you prefer it if I were freaking out?” At his frown, Shay laughed, “Then know that when I say I’m good, I am.

He nodded at her before he sat next to her at the table. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed.

Shay resisted the urge to slap him. Smacking your brother who happened to be a S.W.A.T. officer was typically looked down on. Besides they were supposed to be the great Catholics of the place. Well Deac was, not her. Isaac ruined that for her.

“So what’s the plan?” Tan asked from his perch on the table.

“Get your ass off that table, first of all. Some of us eat in here.” Chris laughed playfully shoving at him. “I think we need to understand what’s going.”

“I was supposed to be notified when he was released.” Shauna offered. “I want to know why I wasn’t.” Hondo glanced over at Deacon with a look in his eye. “What?” Neither of them answered. Street slipped in the door opposite them and stood next to Chris offering her a nodded before gazing over the group.

“Shay,” Deacon began, ignoring Jim’s entrance. “We don’t know that he is on parole.”

“So you think he just reached out to you, on a whim?” She shook her head hair waving behind her.

“What if someone smuggled him a phone?” Chris offered. “There’s been weirder things that have happened.”

Shauna shook her head and looked at the table. “It’s possible. But I’m serious when I say he’s probably out. David’s house number changed while Isaac was away and the odd’s that he’d call there while still inside are slim…” She trailed off.

No one said anything. They realized she was right.

“Unless he’s trying to find you.” Hondo finally said. “He has the chance for parole right?” He watched as her forehead creased with worry, “Then I’d guess that Isaac is hoping to get you either out the picture or busy running in circles so you can’t testify at his parole hearing.”

Shauna glanced down at her hands. She toyed with the mesh on the back of her shooting gloves. She said nothing, not wanting to cause an even bigger scene than what had already started.

“Why are we treating this as a threat?” Tan asked.

“Because it is one.” Deacon said. “When he called the house phone was forwarded to my phone. I didn’t recognize the number. He sounded surprised to hear me when I answered. He demanded to know where she was.”

“So?” Street asked, “How is that a threat. I get that this is your sister, Deac. And we’re one big family. No offence to you Shay, but how is him calling and demanding to speak to her a threat?”

“He said he would find her. That there’s no place we can hide her that he won’t know about.”

“And this is legitimate?”

“Yes,” Shay whispered. “He was in the military. Isaac, he was apart of Special Forces. That’s part of the reason he got off as lightly as he did.”

“What do you mean ‘lightly’?” David turned to his sister a scowl on his face. “6 years with a chance for parole after 4 years, that’s light?”

“He got 3 years with no parole, David.” Shauna said still looking at her gloved hands.

“What do you mean 3 years?” He hissed glaring at his sister. “That’s a minimum sentencing.”

“He was in the military. The judge was sympathetic to Isaac because he served his country!” Shauna jumped off the stool which toppled over at her sudden movement. The noise echoed around the room. “He was tested for PTSD during the trial. Part of his sentencing was that he get counseling and medical help for it.”

Her chest was heaving for air as she stood with her fists clenched.

“Shay…”

“No!” She shrieked. “You don’t get to be guilty over this after the fact, David. I begged you for help. And you thought I was lying! Everyone did.” She turned away and wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m going to go home to pack.”

“Where are you going?” David launched himself up reaching her. Shay jerked away from his grasp. She flashed a withering look over her shoulder at him.

“I don’t know. But I’ve got vacation time saved up and I can’t be here if he’s out.” Shauna stepped towards the door before pausing, “I’m gonna need a ride home.”

“I’ll take you Little Mouse.” Luca’s voice came from the opposite side of the room. “Go get your stuff and put it in my car.”

Deacon turned to his teammate ready to yell, but stopped short when he saw Luca’s face. Luca’s blue eyes were flashing and his face pink with anger. Luca held up a hand, gesturing that the team could wait.

“Go on.” He prompted her again. Hondo tossed her the keys and once Shauna had disappeared from sight, Luca turned to Deacon. “She’s your sister.” He said flatly. “Your sister. And we have done nothing but love her and treat her like family. But when he started beating on her, just because he was her husband, you didn’t listen.”

Deacon shook his head. He trying to swallow the shame that was choking him. His throat bobbed with the motion.

“I was there the night she called you for help.” Everyone’s breath caught. “I was there the night she came home. I was there when CSI and the hospital gave the report of the damages done. Shauna is a strong motherfucker, but this, this will break her. Isaac almost killed her.

“And because of her trying to fight back, she almost got jail time. Did you know that?” David shook his head again unable to speak. “That’s why she didn’t want you to come to the trial. She was terrified that she’d get arrested and you’d have to watch.”

Hondo eyed Luca then turned to Deacon, “What happened? Do we even really know the truth?”

“I know the basics.” Luca said for him. “The only people who know the whole truth are her and Isaac, and I’m not really sure she even fully remembers that.”

The silence that filled the room was deafening. No one moved or said anything. Deacon was the first to move. He sighed and sat back onto the stool, burying his face into his hands. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what Shauna had said.

Chris moved and picked up the fallen stool before plopping down next to Deacon. She patted his shoulder awkwardly. He raised his head to look at her.

“I’m good.” He murmured to her.

“I’m sorry.” Luca finally said, “I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I know the 2 of you have a hard time talking.”

Deac shook his head, not daring to look at his teammate again. “You had your reasons. Sometimes harsh is the only way to hear things.”

Slowly everyone else grabbed stools and sat around the table Deacon and Chris were seated at.

“Guys!” Rocker’s voice carried from down the hall, “Guys! There’s been a problem! Deacon!”

Deacon turned towards the open doorway and watched as Rocker enter at a full sprint.

“Calm down,” Hondo said. “What’s happened?”

“Your car… it’s gone.”

“The fuck?” Street whispered.

Shauna gasped for air. She couldn’t breath. Her head throbbed and her side hurt. She closed her eyes willing the tears away. Opening them again she realized she was in a trunk. Again.

Isaac.

He must have been outside waiting for her. That was the only explanation.

She felt around in her pockets for her phone. Empty. He’d taken it from her. He’d learned from his mistake the first time around.

“Don’t panic.” Shay whispered to herself. “Panic doesn’t fix this.”

She closed her eyes again and felt around. Her gun cases were gone and so was her pack. She still had her knife in her boot, she could feel it rubbing against her ankle. She wasn’t bound which was good.

Heaving another breath she opened her eyes.

Find the tail lights and kick.

She grunted as she kicked with all her might at housing. The sound of breaking plastic rewarded her. The housing popped out she shifted towards the light. They were driving through downtown. She couldn’t see much through the small hole.

What do you have to fight with? Use anything.

Shauna used the light to look for anything. Nothing. Well there went that idea she thought sourly.

The trunk release glowed above her. Last time he’d cut it. She prayed as she closed her fingers around the pulley and yanked. The trunk popped with a gentle click and flipped open. Shay sat up and blinked at the light.

She saw the person behind them gasp and fumble for their phone as she vaulted out the trunk. Moaning as she hit the ground, Shay rolled towards what she hoped was the side of the road. She heard the tires screech as the car she’d been in stopped.

Not waiting for a second, Shay jumped up and started running. She noticed a bank and sprinted towards it.

“Shawny!” Her eyes widened and she pushed herself to go faster. “Shawny babe, come on!”

She ran for the doors and yanked them open.

“Call 911!” She screamed the moment she got into the lobby. “Please!? He’s gonna kill me!”

A teller stared at her, the shock plain on his face.

“Trip the alarm, please something!” Shay backed away from the door as she watched as Isaac walked towards them.

He hadn’t changed much. His hair was still cut the same. He was still tall and handsome. Not like the monster that haunted her dreams.

The guard jumped into action as she backed away from the door. He grabbed her shoulder and Shay shrieked. Twisting away from him, she tumbled backwards landing on floor.

“Shawny,” His smooth voice said from above her. “Let’s just get back in the car.”

Tears started pouring down her cheeks as she shook her head violently. “Don’t touch me.” She hiccuped.

“Sorry about the mess folks; we had a little misunderstanding.” Isaac said as he held out a hand to her. Shawna crawled away from him. Her back hit the wall and she froze.

“Sweetheart, we need to get back in the car.”

“No!” She pulled her legs closer shrinking on herself. “Get away from me.” She sobbed.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” The guard spoke up. His hand on his holster. The guard stepped closer. “She clearly doesn’t want to go anywhere with you.”

“Isaac.” Hondo’s voice called from the doorway. “You need to walk away now.”

Deacon followed from behind him, Luca and Street fanned out as they too slowly entered.

“If you walk away now, we won’t arrest you. But you need to go and Shauna stays here.” Deacon said.

Isaac growled as he launched towards Shauna. A shot rang out and Shauna screamed as Isaac’s body slammed against her.

“Shauna!”

“Grab him!”

Shauna’s squeezed her eyes closed until felt Deacon squatting in front of her.

“David!” She wailed throwing herself at him. He caught her falling back on his haunches he gathered her into his arms. “I’m sorry I should have listened…” She cried into his vest.

“Shay it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He petted her hair.

“Shay,” David hissed. “I don’t think it’s wise!”

He glared at his sister. She stood in his living room holding her jacket, one hand on her hip.

“I’m going on this date.”

“I don’t know the guy!” He hollard back at her. “I don’t feel comfortable not knowing the people you’re going out with!”

“You’re a little too late on the big brother routine,” Shay growled back. “Besides who said you didn’t know him.”

“You won’t tell me who he is!”

Annie rounded the corner, Victoria perched on her hip. “David.” Her voice was soft. “Shay knows what she’s doing.”

“I’ll be fine.” Shay said just as softly. “It’s been almost six months, I’m carrying. Not just a gun and you know that. And if you don’t approve then suck it up.”

Deac frowned and ran a hand through his hair. He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a knock on the door. His frown depend and he stomped towards the door.

“Really?” He laughed as soon as he opened the door.

Luca stood awkwardly on the doorstep. He looked nervous with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Hey Dom.” Shay said from behind David. “Mom here doesn’t want me going out with you because he doesn’t know you.”

“Well, Mr. Kay,” Luca grinned. “I promise that she’ll be home by midnight.”

Deac laughed again opening the door wider. “I should have guessed that it would be you.”

Shay snorted as brushed passed him to hug Luca. He kissed the top of her head as he squeezed her. “Hey Little Mouse. Ready?”

“Let me grab my purse.” She turned and glared at Deacon. He put his hands up. “Don’t even think about threatening him. I’ll tell Hondo if you do.”

Luca’s grin seemed to widened as he watched her walk away.

“Treat her well, please?”

“I will.” Luca promised. “On the bright side if I mess up. She can always shoot me. I’m the one who was helping for those shooting competitions, you know?”

Deacon laughed loudly as Annie came up beside him.

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

#S.W.A.T #dominique luca #David Deacon Kay #Hondo #Mary Sue af #i got bored #fanfic #don't hate too hard

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blue-likethebird · 5 years

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Vee El Dee: The Good The Bad and The Ugly

If you’ve ever been on this hellsite, you’ve probably heard of Voltron: Legendary Defender. You’ll find the characters and the ships (and the discourse. Dear God the discourse) in tag after tag and on blog after blog. Now that the show has officially come to an end, I’m reviewing the whole damn thing. Talking about what I think worked, what didn’t, and what exactly the show did to make even the fans look at it so harshly now. (Just a warning “The Ugly” section discusses racism, and homophobia so if any of that triggers you I’d suggest you skip it)

Review under the cut

The Good

The Character Potential:

Voltron’s characters had so much potential at the beginning. Their motivations, potential subplots, and clues to their arcs the first crew left us were actually interesting. How did Coran know Allura before they were frozen? What happened that caused Shiro to lose his arm? Is Lance going to reunite with his family? The show didn’t answer all of these questions mind you, but at the time they were introduced, those questions felt like they were worth sticking around to hear the answers.

The First Season:

The first season is the only season that genuinely sticks out for me, way back in ye olden days when Voltron was a character driven show as opposed to plot focused. In season one, the plot took a backseat and the characters were what held up the show, and it’s probably not a coincidence that most of the character development and more emotional/memorable scenes occurred in season one, when there was time for the characters to develop. Likewise, the character focus allowed for everyone to get their day in the limelight -not just the characters who were valuable to the plot at the moment-.

The Balmera and The Return to The Balmera:

I am never gonna be shy about my opinion that the Balmera arc is one of the strongest arcs that Voltron has had. Allura using the story of her people to inspire others and using Altea’s ancient connection to the Balmera to save an entire damn civilization! The goddamn adorable chemistry between Hunk and Shay! Believable suspense! Unlocking Lion Powers! The Balmera arc had it all and I was fed. Plus, Balmera gave us the introduction of the most blessed couple in Voltron history, hunay.

The Bad:

The Timeskips:

In theory, there’s nothing wrong with a timeskip. But you’ve gotta be able to show that the characters and show’s universe changed in some way during that timeskip and you can’t use them just to avoid actual story and character development. Take season six (? Or was it five? I don’t remember and I don’t wanna) when Keith and Krolia take a two year camping trip on a space whale while Voltron is off doing God knows what. Presumably during that time they developed some sort of mother-son relationship but we don’t get to see that development happening, or how that new relationship changed them, or really any proof that the timeskip happened at all besides Keith getting Galra marks and a teleporting space wolf. That particular time jump felt more like a cop-out to avoid writing Keith bonding with his mom.

Pacing:

To put it plainly, the pace is way too fast for anything to stick. The writing cycles from one season's worth of plot twists and WTF? moments to the next at the speed of light, leaving no time to address how the previous events affected the characters involved or not the show’s universe as a whole. So Lotor was actually evil all along and was using Allura to achieve his goals? Well there’s no time to mention how Allura feels about that, we’ve got three more surprise twists and a magic robot to shove into the plot! On the flip side however, the pacing is slower than a geriatric snail during fight scenes. The giant robot fights are usually the most exciting part of anything, but in Voltron, the fights are so formulaic that they just kinda… blur together into a boring fog. Lemme know if you can name this Voltron fight scene: the team’s fighting some random baddie, there’s a lot of yelling, someone gets a power up just big enough to defeat the current baddies when a bigger, eviler baddie appears who’s more powerful than the power up they just got, new baddie whoops Voltron’s ass, the support team watches in horror, someone else gets a power up that’s powerful enough to defeat the new bad guy, Voltron reins triumphant. What fight scene was that?

The Filler Episodes:

The fast pacing also means that they need to set aside breather episodes just to allow characters to interact besides in battle. That’s all well and good and there’s nothing wrong with filler episodes, if done right they can be some of the most memorable episodes a show can have (The Tales of Ba Sing Se anyone?) that is, if done right. But Voltron filler episodes don’t have that going for them. Filler episodes in vee el dee are an oasis of mud in the desert that is canon, they’re a generally unhelpful standstill point amidst a constantly changing series. I’ll admit that they can be funny at times but for the most part filler episodes are bizarre, unnecessary, and more often than not, poorly timed. If we just heard about a millenniums old empire folding in on itself and we’re just about to see a major character attempt suicide do we really need to see Coran go batshit while planning a space Disney On Ice?

The Ugly:

Racism:

#justiceforallura

I must confess that I am whiter than a polar bear in a snowstorm, but even I know that killing off a black girl (or black coded as the case may be), constantly torturing the Japanese guy, reducing the Samoan guy to food and fat jokes, and having the latino guy flirt with everyone before turning him into a farmer isn’t the best way to handle writing characters of colour. Denying said characters of colour arcs and screen time in favour of giving your white characters the same story in a different hat over and over again is also not the best treatment you can offer your poc characters. That’s not even mentioning other horrible treatment and stereotypes you’ll see the Voltron characters of colour experience. Let us also recall #notallgalra, the “what if the genocide victim was actually the bad guy” au mess in s3, all those “lol lance is stupid” jokes, the black character Kinkade speaking mainly in grunts, Allura dying to redeem the two genocidal dudes responsible for most of her trauma, and Hunk’s (half black half Samoan) family being enslaved at a fucking concentration camp like goddamn what the hell were you thinking Voltron that’s like hetalia levels of fucked up when we remember what kind of genuinely awful shit this show’s done to it’s minority characters.

Homophobia:

If you’re reading my review in the Voltron tag, and you watched the whole series, then there’s no way in hell that you haven’t heard about Adam dying and the backlash against Voltron for it. If you are somehow the .000001% of people who don’t know, Adam (a gay moc) was Shiro’s (another gay moc) fiancé who got a grand total of forty five seconds of screen time before dying when the Galra invaded earth. Meanwhile, L*tor and Allura’s relationship got almost triple that despite being abusive as fuck. But Shiro got married at the end of season 8! In a credits scene, to a guy in the background of a couple of scenes Shiro was also in. When lgbt fans expressed outrage at their rep being hyped up despite having no bearing on the plot or even Shiro as a character outside of one scene, instead of owning up to their mistakes, the crew of Vee El Dee said (or implied) that it was the fault of lgbt fans for hyping ourselves up. Yeah okay. Except after that we got confirmation that Ezor and Zethrid were a couple! Yay! Clearly a win for us El Gee Bee Tees right? Well… not really considering that both of them were depicted as psychotic torturers who also died a couple minutes later. Gotta love those crazy dead lesbians amirite?

Klance:

But why is klance in the “ugly” section!? You cry, I thought you were a klanti! I am an anti and I did ship klance but that’s not what I wanna talk about right now. When I put klance under ugly I wanted to discuss two things, the crew and the shippers. First let’s talk the crew; several folks on the Voltron staff have at the very least, not reacted negatively to the omnipresent ship that is Keith and Lance. I’m sure you’ll also remember that Lance’s VA Jeremy Shada was considered a KICK icon before that went south. The crew was also purposefully misleading when they talked about possible romances for Keith and Lance, the language they used was ambiguous enough that shippers interpreted it as proof that klance would become canon. When it inevitably didn’t and shit hit the fan, the staff backpedaled again. Stating that klance was never meant to be interpreted as romantic and we were all fools for thinking otherwise. That’s happened in the past so it’s a reasonable defence, except for the fact that scenes with Keith and Lance tended to contain unnecessary parallels to canonically romantic relationships, (the bonding moment paralleling an allurance scene in season six and their talk at the start of season eight paralleling two scenes, hunay in season one and l*tura in season five). So it’s not unreasonable to be a little suspicious there. Klance was huge on the internet, it’s impossible for the crew to have been completely unaware of what they were doing.

Next I wanna talk shippers. I’m not saying that being disappointed that a ship didn’t become canon is a bad thing. But when you act like that’s the worst thing Voltron did amidst the sea of ableism, racism and homophobia it gets a little tiring. The fact that so many klancers rushed to demonize Allura after season seven and eight and add on that I saw more people complaining about klance not becoming canon king than Allura dying a completely unnecessary death to redeem L*tor of all people was the final straw. I washed my hands of klance and Voltron as a whole.

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So that’s my review of V*ltron. I was gonna do a separate review of season eight but I didn’t even finish s8 and to be honest it probably wouldn’t have been any more than the words “Fuck Vee El Dee, Allura Deserved Better” in big pink letters. And I know I probably made someone angry with this review but if you actually managed to stick around my ramblings all the way to the end then I salute you regardless of whether or not you agree with me.

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #v*ltron #v slur #klance #anti klance #(kinda?)#allura deserved better #justiceforallura

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chmergess4ever · 6 years

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Complicate Things

Hey Hey!! I’m back, FINALLY. Here is a fic that made me jump back into writing. I was experiencing a bit of a writers block but I think I’m back now!! I did write this with the intentions of it being a one-shot but if you want to see more, I’d be willing to elaborate and keep writing! Let me know by writing to me or commenting down below! I Always love hearing what you guys think!

“Well that was fun.” Val threw an empty plate in the garbage and picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth as Sharna shuffled around gathering the garbage. A few of the pros had just sung Happy Birthday to one of the producers. Over the course of the afternoon everyone had shuffled out of the room except the two of them.

“It was.”

Val looked at her and smiled. “You have plans for the rest of the day?”

Sharna eyed the leftover cake and looked at him trying to distract him from what she was doing at her side. “Not much. Just going to go pick up my dry cleaning, stopping at Whole Foods and-” She paused and smiled. “Slapping you with cake.” And with that she slapped her hand across his face smothering him with a big chunk of cake.

After the initial shock he chuckled, ‘Oh you are so going to get it.” He grabbed a handful of cake and started chasing her around the room. Them both laughing as he tried to catch up with her. As she passed by the cake she grabbed another piece and turned around and threw it at him to which he responded by throwing some at her. After a minute he caught her from behind, wrapping his arm around her waist and listing her into the air. She kicked her legs and laughed, “Val! Val. Put me down.”

“Should I?” He laughed.

“Yes.”

He set her down on her feet and she turned to him laughing. She ran her hand through her hair to push in out of her face. He was completely covered but she was almost unscathed. He grinned. “I think you have a little something right here.” He pointed to his nose to indicate for her.

She tried to find it but couldn’t.

“Lemme get it for you.” He lifted his hand and touched her nose pressing cake along her face.

“Fuck you! Where did that even come from?” She said as she shook her head laughing. He threw his head back laughing and then moved closer to her raising his hands to her face. She swatted him away, “Not happening again.”

He raised them showing her nothing was in them, “Lemme help you.”

She obliged and he wiped the cake out of her eyes and then ran his thumb over her lips to clear the icing away.

Sharna could feel her heartbeat rise and the gap between them closing. He craned his neck down so he was on her level and the space between their faces dissipated. They were a dimes length apart when the door opened. Sharna stepped back, turning away from him and cleared her throat while stood back up straighter and ran his hand down his face.

Maks was silent as he looked at his brother who still had cake on his face, “What in the world? I was coming to look for you.”

Val started towards his brother and when approached him pressed his jacket that he had picked up into his chest as he walked past.

“What-?”

“Let’s go.” Val was out of the room before he could say anything else.

“Bye Shar.” “Bye Maks.” Sharna’s eyes widened as Maks closed the door and she was left in the room alone. She spoke out loud to herself, “What the fuck was that?!?!”

Val got in the backseat of Maks’ car as Peta sat in the passenger seat. Shai was next to him, so he leaned over and gave him a tickle, “Hey little man.”

“What happened?” Peta asked as she looked in the mirror.

Maks got in the car and closed his door, “My brother was just locking lips with Sharna.”

Peta spit out the water that was now in her mouth and Shai started hysterical laughing.

“We were not.”

Maks turned to his brother, “You know I have eyes, right?”

“We weren’t” He said defensively, “We were about to.” He added, “But that’s it.”

Peta turned around to interrogate Val but knew by looking at his face to drop it.

Sharna went home that night completely confused, very unsure of how to feel or what to say. She and Val had been friends for years and nothing like this had ever come up. So why now?

Of course she thought he was gorgeous, but who didn’t? She just had never thought of him in that way until now. Except she didn’t want to feel anything, so she tried to ignore it. Her mind had other plans.

He laid up thinking about it the rest of the night. What would have happened if Maks didn’t walk in? That would have changed everything. But he felt like he wanted to pursue it. He knew he should but he didn’t want to let this go. He lifted his phone from his side and scrolled to her contact and then stared at it. It was getting late but he needed to put his mind to rest. He hit her number without thinking and brought the phone to his ear.

“Finally.” She said as she answered the phone.

He smiled when he heard her voice, “What do you mean?”

“It took you long enough to call me.”

“I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t, if I’m being honest.”

“You don’t know what that meant, either?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

“I mean, getting involved would just complicate the hell out of things, right?”

“Yea it would. But I feel like-”

“We have to figure out what it means?” She finished his thought.

“Yea.”

Sharna laughed. “Should we try to figure it out?”

“And how do you suggest we do that?”

“I don’t know.” She said timidly.

“Is it tomorrow’s problem?”

“Why solve it tomorrow when we can solve it now?” She said flirting with him.

He exhaled and laughed, “How?”

“Come over.”

Shortly after he drove to her house. He followed her into her living room not saying anything, as she led him there. They sat down and sat in silence.

“This is awkward.” Val laughed off the statement.

“We’re acting like were in middle school.”

Sharna nodded as she blushed, “Um. ok.” She took a deep breath. “Should we try again? Maybe that’ll give us a sign if this is supposed to be a thing.”

Val inhaled deeply and let out a huge breath of air as he nodded.

“Ok.” Sharna slid closer to him and rested her hand on his leg.

He tilted his head and moved closer to her. They both tilted their head in the same direction and both tried to turn it. Making it look like they had never done this before. “Ok. Wait.” Sharna moved back from him. “This is not working. Reset.”

They both moved back and inched closer together, this time getting the positioning right but just as they were about to kiss, Sharna started laughing.

“What?” He smiled, chuckling too.

“This is just-”

“Ridiculous.”

“Yes. And it’s you. I can’t even spin my head around this.”

“Ok. Just don’t think.” He put his palm on her cheek and kissed her before either of them could stop. Her eyes opened before he pulled away. They both just sat without saying anything. Val looked around the room trying not to make eye contact with her and then coughed nervously. “Ok. I’m just going to say it. That was-”

“Awful.” She finished his sentence as they did to each other on a regular basis.

He rested his hands on his knees, “Well at least we know now.” He laughed.

She brushed her hair behind her ears, “Yea. We should have known. It would have happened by now”

“Yea.” He took a beat. “Ok, I’m going to go.”

“I’ll walk you out.” She followed him to the door and hugged him goodbye.

As he was walking to his car he found himself get lost in his thoughts, “No fucking way. Not possible.” He said to himself. He turned around and walked back to her door. He knocked and she opened it shortly after. Before she could say anything, he walked inside, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. After a moment of hesitation, she reciprocated and kissed him back, pushing him against the front door. He turned the two of them so she was in between him and the door and he leaned both of his hands on the wall behind her as he hunched down to kiss her. She ran her hands through the hair on the back of his head, pulling at his curls, as he used one hand to hold her face as his tongue took dominance in her mouth. He pulled back from her a few minutes later and rested his forehead on hers looking into her eyes. “Wow.” He said exasperatedly.

“Much more like it.” She laughed.

“Are you ready to complicate the hell out of his things?” He raised his eyebrows referring to what she said earlier.

“Let’s complicate the shit out of things.” She jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her again.

#chmergess #Chmergessfanfic #chmergessfanfiction #valandsharna #sharnaandval

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lykezoinks · 7 years

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[ a/n: alright, this is my last entry for @klangst-week. thanks everybody for all the likes and reblogs! it keeps me writing, and it’s just nice to see people enjoying what i’m putting out! also, the works everyone’s created have just been amazing, so keep it up, y’all! ]

title: impulse control words: 3,547 prompt: secrets/betrayal rating/genre: T for language, modern au, college au, angst & hurt/comfort with a tinge of humor trigger warning(s): mental illness (implied depression and anxiety), depersonalization, mentions of injury (bruises and blood) extra notes: keith and shiro are adoptive brothers (it’s mentioned very briefly), klance is established

Yes, he works in the most hipster coffee shop within a twenty mile radius of campus. And yes, he loves it. Sure, The Underground sounds more like a sketchy bar you’d find in an alleyway that may or may not host fight clubs every other night, and yeah, it kinda smells like pencil shavings even after he mops the floors three times at opening, but at least it has character. Most people would roll their eyes at the always pretentious shop-goer in their thrift store clothing and knit hats, but Lance can’t help but find them interesting. Not that it surprises anyone.

Lance became famous around campus after only one year of being a— totally amazing, if he may say so himself— residence hall assistant. Almost anyone who lived in Levine Hall found a friend in Lance McClain. Eager to please and even more eager to befriend, it’s no secret that he falls in love with almost every social interaction he can muster up.

So he really doesn’t mind if a customer wants to discuss their latest film project, and he’s always happy to adhere to any non-dairy milk preference. Though he doesn’t have a septum ring to match his coworkers’ and he’s a bit too smiley for the spoken poetry nights they host on the stage in the back, that doesn’t stop anyone from placing a dollar in the tip jar after he compliments their tattoos or ends a pleasant conversation with a smile and a wink.

The night shift is easy enough to work. People stop entering the cafe sometime after ten, staying their welcome to study on the couches and leaving before closing. Lance’s manager insists Lance work the front while Floyd takes on the side work. So the remainder of Lance’s shift is spent leaning his elbow against the counter and letting his fingers fall one-by-one against his cheek. He tells leaving customers to enjoy the rest of their night as they leave behind a buzz of idle chatter and a ding of the door. Once the cafe clears out, all that’s left is the sounds of Floyd sweeping the floors and an acoustic song from some band that Lance thinks should have never left their basement.

“Am I free to go, bossman?” Lance asks, drumming his hands against the counter, wiggling his hips in time with the beat as his eyes dart between Floyd and the analog clock on the wall.

“You’re good to go,” Floyd nods, sliding Lance’s wallet across the countertop.

With a happy sigh, Lance punches a few buttons on the register, pulling the drawer out and placing it in the office in the back before clocking himself out and grabbing his keys from the hook. The second he does, his phone rings from its spot in his jacket pocket. Slipping it into his palm, he drags his thumb across the screen and cradles it between his ear and his shoulder. “Perfect timing! How’s it hangin’, Pidgeotto?”

“Lance! Hey, um…” The way Pidge says ‘Lance’, high pitched and cracking, tells him he’s about to get bad news. Before he can stop her, Pidge is already stringing together a plethora of subject changers that just seem ridiculous given that the two of them weren’t on a particular subject to begin with.

“Pidge,” Lance interrupts partway through some bullshit commentary having to do with the ‘crazy weather we’ve been having.’ Lance knows that no one has to explain climate change to Pidge, given its something she rants about at least twice a day. “What’s going on?”

“Yeah, okay… Um, we’re at Black Spot… And, uh— Hunk… Hunk, would you— No, grab him! Jesus… “

“What happened?” His sigh is heavy as he closes the door behind him after giving Floyd a curt wave, already headed toward his car. The Black Spot never means anything good, ever. Why his boyfriend so loves the town’s shadiest bar is beyond Lance; he doesn’t exactly find peeling paint and stained floor boards charming. And the muscled biker guys that do nothing but take up space at the bar to glower at the assorted whiskeys along the wall and ramble about their Navy days— or something like that— don’t exactly put Lance in the partying mood.

“Lotor happened.”

“Oh, God…” Lance drags a hand down his face before pinching the bridge of his nose.

He doesn’t need context. Any instance in which Lance’s current boyfriend and Lance’s ex-boyfriend are in the same room usually results in disaster. And a night in the E.R. And, lo and behold, by some cruel twist of fate, these disasters are becoming more and more frequent in recent months. Lance is half convinced that they’re destined to kill each other, like Lotor is Tybalt and Keith is a far less flamboyant Mercutio. Lance refuses to be the Benvolio in this situation. “Just stay put. I’ll be there in a sec.”

A near collision and a half-assed parallel parking job later, Lance walks himself outside the bar, feeling exceptionally underdressed as the Winter weather dusts over his arms. He has to push himself through a crowd of people waiting to be let in by the bouncer before he sees a head of familiar wild hair. In her NASA sweatshirt and minimalist alien hat, Pidge looks like she belongs at a performance art showcase rather than a night out on the town, but Lance is too exhausted to comment on his friends’ poor fashion decisions. Even if that Hawaiian shirt is so not Hunk’s color.

Instead, his focus shifts onto his leather-clad boyfriend, and rather than point out the fact he looks like a Danny Zuko knock-off with a red beanie and black baby gauges in his ears, he steps forward with his arms crossed instead.

“Hey, Lance,” Pidge sighs, sounding somewhat relieved. Hunk is a bit busy grabbing at Keith’s shoulder every time he tries to take a step toward the street. Handling a Drunk Keith is like— as Keith would say in True Texan Spirit— herding cats.

“Hey,” Lance says briskly, marching passed Pidge to strap a hand on the collar of Keith’s jacket. “Lemme see.”

Keith huffs and turns his head, looking utterly indifferent as Lance’s eyes widen.

“Shit, Keith…” He squints a little, scanning over his boyfriend’s busted lip and the fresh patch of bruises, purples, blues, and reds bleeding from underneath one eye, across the bridge of his nose, and all the way under his other eye.

“It’s not that bad,” Keith slurs, holding up a wavering hand.

“Not that—!” Lance has to close his eyes and suck in a breath through his nose, counting to ten just like Mama McClain taught him, before he can open his eyes again. But his glare doesn’t disappear.

“Sorry, man,” Hunk all but mewls beside him, rubbing at the back of his neck in a flustered fashion. “I tried to pull them off of each other as soon as I could.”

“It’s not your fault, big guy,” Lance assures, turning to his best friend with a soft smile before glaring right back at his boyfriend. “It’s yours.”

“Why is it that all of a sudden—” Keith starts, but Lance knows better than to let him divert Lance’s attention.

“There’s no way Lotor with his pretty boy hands was the only culprit. Who the hell were you picking a fight with this time?”

Keith chews at the inside of his cheek, opting to take out his pent up anger on the ground as he fixes it with a fiery glare.

Pidge steps in for him then, pushing her circle glasses further up her nose. “The usual suspects.”

“Great,” Lance grumbles, never breaking his staring contest with Keith’s profile. “So now you wanna take on Lotor and his frat buddies. All of whom are very rich… And can hire very. Good. Attorneys.”

“Lance.” Hunk sets a hand on Lance’s back, offering a sympathetic look that makes Lance’s hunched shoulders deflate. “I know you’re mad, but do you really wanna do this out here?”

It’s then that Lance realizes he’s making a scene, the crowd of people on the street gawking in their direction. And he also realizes that it’s making Keith antsy. That’s apparent in the way he starts shifting his shoulders in every which way and pales a little in the face.

“We’re the ones who let your boyfriend off his leash,” Pidge admits, saying “your boyfriend” like he’s now completely Lance’s responsibility. Saying it like she hasn’t been Keith’s best friend since the fifth grade.

Lance fishes his car keys from his back pocket, still trying to cool off from the anger burning something fierce in his chest. “You guys enjoy the rest of your night, okay? I’m gonna take Keith back to the apartment.”

“Are you sure? We can come with you,” Hunk offers, the concern never leaving his eyes for a moment.

“No, seriously, it’s fine. Besides, I thought I saw a familiar little curly girly named Shay head into that other bar a couple blocks from here.”

Hunk reddens just a little, but nods in agreement as Pidge makes some complaint about being a third wheel. In a mess of goodbyes and repeatedly reaching for Keith’s hand— his opposition to PDA is counterproductive given that he can’t walk by himself without stumbling— Lance finally gets the chance to unlock his car and slide into the driver’s seat. Keith flops down into the passenger’s seat next to him, pulling one leg up to rest his foot on the polyester as he plays absently with the laces on his high tops.

The drive home is silent, mostly because Lance can’t think of a decent lecture that won’t end in a two-way silent treatment, something that’s proven to be agonizing given they’re the only two living in a one-bedroom apartment. After Lance parks, helps Keith climb the stairs, and fumbles with the key in the lock, Keith finds a spot in their too small kitchen, sliding down the lower cabinets to sit cross-legged on the floor. Because apparently he’s a household pet.

Lance rifles through the freezer, snagging a bag of whatever’s packaged and frozen before all but chucking it onto one of Keith’s thighs. Keith seems to get the message, picking it up and hesitantly pressing it to his multi-colored face. Lance finds the place on the floor across from his boyfriend and sits back on his thighs, staring. For a long while, the only sounds in the room are the hum of the refrigerator and their neighbor’s dog yipping through the walls.

“Are we gonna talk about this?” Lance says it more rhetorically than anything.

Keith swallows hard, trying to cover up half of his face with vegetable medley. His voice is muffled by the plastic when he says, “About what?”

Lance rolls his eyes, shaking his head. He has half the mind to storm off into the bedroom and leave Keith to tend to his own wounds. But being a middle sibling of six has taught him patience if nothing else, so he counts to ten again. “About why your face looks like a Goya painting,” he deadpans.

Keith fidgets under Lance’s gaze. His knuckles would be white if they weren’t bruised too. “You know how your asshole ex is.”

“Keith, you have got to pull your head out of the Middle Ages! I’m not some damsel in distress whose honor you have to defend.” Though Lance would admit it was hot the first time… But seeing Keith beat up with dried blood caked all over his features every other weekend is starting to look less suave and James Deany and more thoughtless.

Keith drops the bag of frozen vegetables. Then his nose twitches. To the untrained eye, it would go unnoticed, but Lance has been dating him for two years and three months. And a nose twitch means that Keith’s hiding something.

“But this has nothing to do with that, does it?”

“Lance, would you just let it go—”

“Okay, fine. You want me to let this one go? Then we can talk about last week. Or the week before that. Or the week before that.”

Keith tries for a glare then, a practiced stare that looks like flames are licking at his irises, but Lance is immune from prolonged exposure.

“And I know you’re not that drunk, so let’s not act like this was impulse alone.”

When Keith shrugs off his jacket and tosses it across the room, Lance sees that the bruises aren’t just on his face. His heart jumps up to his throat as the sound of the ice machine crunches in the background.

“Would you just tell me why you’re being more of a brooding edgelord than usual? Why do you have to be so emotionally constipated?” He places either hand on Keith’s shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. “Let me be your laxative.”

“You really have a knack for making up the world’s most disgusting metaphors.”

“It’s a gift. I’m thinking of turning it into a career path.”

“Stick to astrophysics.”

“Stop changing the subject.” It’s clear that neither of them is budging, so Lance just arches a brow and asks, “Do I have to call Shiro?”

Keith slams his back further into the cabinets with a groan. The older brother card is always the trump card. “Do not tell Shiro about this, please. I’m still getting lectures about my stupid cafeteria fights in high school.”

“Then tell me what’s going on! I thought when we said we were gonna be more open with each other, it was gonna be a two-way street. Correct me if I’m wrong.”

“Nothing’s going on, Lance, okay? I hate your ex-boyfriend and his stupid frat bro sidekicks, and I shouldn’t have had that last shot of moonshine, alright?”

While it is incredibly tempting to comment on the moonshine bit, Lance holds off. Because something else catches his eye. Crossing his arms over his chest, he refuses to break eye contact, giving Keith just a few more moments to tell him the truth. The clock ticks away, and there’s nothing. “You’re biting your lip,” he says finally.

“So?”

“So, one, stop it; it’s busted and you’re gonna hurt yourself. And two, that means you’re not telling me something.”

“Would you quit psychoanalyzing me!?”

Patience be damned. Something in Lance snaps then, something that makes his teeth grind and heat bubble in his chest. His fists tremble a little before he throws his hands out to his sides and starts getting to his feet. “Fine, you know what? Fine. Forget I asked. God forbid someone try to care about you, Keith, damn.”

He steps to leave, but as soon as he does, Keith clasps a hand onto his wrist and pulls just a little. The moment Lance turns his head, eyes sharp with ice and prickling rage, he feels his heart jump. The anger slowly trickles out of his system, sending a shiver down his spine. Keith looks a little broken, shoulders squared and eyes pleading in a way that’s so unlike him it makes something in the back of Lance’s head scream.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just… You’re gonna think I’m bat-shit.”

Lance exhales low and deep, turning fully and sitting back down across from Keith. He sets a gentle hand on Keith’s knee, trying to get him to make eye contact. “Try me.”

Keith’s mental illness has been the elephant in the room, always noticed but never talked about. Because Keith refused to talk about it. It took a full year’s convincing, mostly on Shiro’s end, just to get him to start seeing help. Some days he was a mess of the emotions he never learned how to process, and Lance would try his best to be there for him. Other days were better. Other days he was just silent and spacey and tried not to cry.

“No one knows this, okay? Not even Shiro, not even my goddamn shrink, so you can’t…” He trails off, and Lance tries to squeeze his knee in support.

“Keith… Keith, look at me…” When Keith looks up, his eyes are growing misty, pink rings already apparent on the brims of his eyes. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Offering a weak nod, Keith takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he forces himself to speak. “I just… I thought that maybe… Y’know how sometimes people… I don’t know, I thought if I was… Fuck.” He holds up his hands before Lance can say anything, blinking away whatever tears form in his eyes before he lets out a breath and continues. “I thought if I could feel, I don’t know, pain… If I could feel anything I’d stop feeling like…” Keith clamps his teeth down on his lower lip again. Whatever tears he blinks away only come back.

Lance sighs, reaching out his thumb to slip Keith’s lip from his teeth’s grasp. “Keith, you can cry—”

“No, I can’t,” Keith starts, though his voice trembles despite himself. “Because if I start I won’t stop. And I just— Fuck, I just need to say it.” Lance can practically feel the frustration radiating off of the other in waves. With a steady breath, he takes a hand in Keith’s, holding it to his chest and letting Keith know he has Lance’s full attention. Keith hisses in another breath and tries again. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me… Lately, it’s just like, like nothing is fucking real, and I can talk and hear and touch things, but it’s like I’m not really there. Like I’m in some weird dream world, and I’m just watching myself or something. Or like everything’s not really there, or maybe it is, and I’m just not a part of it… I don’t know, it feels like I’m going insane.”

“Keith…” Lance doesn’t know where to go from there, watching his boyfriend struggle around his words with a pain sinking into Lance’s chest.

“Sometimes I don’t think I even sound like me… Like when I talk, it’s some kind of automated computer message, y’know? And I went home for Christmas. And I thought… I don’t know, I thought being home and in my own bed might make me feel normal again. But it didn’t. And nothing feels normal, nothing feels… Damn it, I’m going insane.” That’s when Keith’s face twists, twists into something that’s a punch to Lance’s gut. And Keith is squinting his eyes closed, sniffling loudly before a sob emits from his throat.

“You know… You don’t have to be so strong all the time…” Lance says in a whisper, tucking a strand of Keith’s hair behind his ear.

Keith looks up at him, eyes watery as he sobs again, pressing his face into Lance’s chest. Lance wraps his arms around him instinctively, feeling Keith shake, choking and whimpering against him. Lance can only hold him closer, shushing him tenderly as Keith claws at the back of Lance’s shirt, gripping onto the fabric like he’ll disappear if he doesn’t. Each broken little noise that leaves Keith is another twist in Lance’s heart, and he doesn’t dare let go.

“It’s okay, you’re okay…” Lance coos, pressing tender kisses on the top of Keith’s hair. “You’re okay, baby… You’re okay…”

Keith doesn’t stop weeping, not until his throat is raw and all he can do is let silent tears roll down his cheeks as he snivels and tries to breathe normally again.

By the time he leans back, sniffling and rubbing under his eyes with the back of his palm, there’s a wet patch on Lance’s T-shirt. Lance doesn’t mind, too busy trying to read Keith’s expression, setting a hand on the back of his neck.

“Do you feel any better?” Lance asks softly, ducking his head into Keith’s line of sight.

Keith nods his head slowly, wiping his nose with the white cotton of his T-shirt with another wet snivel. “Sorry about your shirt.”

Lance snorts, rolling his eyes just a little. “I have other shirts.”

“Yeah.” Keith’s breath shudders once more as he collects himself and blinks the wetness from his puffy eyes, tears caught on his eyelashes. “I’m just sorry I—”

“No. No… We agreed no more apologizing about this.”

“No, you said ‘Keith, stop apologizing every time you cry.’”

“Okay, smartass.” Lance rises to his feet, offering his hands and pulling Keith up along with him. With a steady breath, he places a gentle kiss on the corner of Keith’s lips, mindful to avoid the forming scab. “Thank you… For sharing that with me.”

Keith nods solemnly, probably thinking something snarky about how Lance is talking like his therapist. So Lance goes for a subject change, placing his hands at the base of Keith’s neck.

“How about you wash your face and pick out a movie, alright?”

They spend the rest of the night tangled up in each other, Lance refusing to move his arms from Keith’s waist even as Keith awkwardly holds an icepack to his face. Eventually, they drift to sleep, heart beats pumping in time while Lance tries his best to whisper words of comfort.

“I love you… And you’re here. Even if your mind’s playing tricks on you. You’re here, and you’re with me. And I love you…”

#klangstweek2017 #mental illness tw #depersonalisation tw #klangst #klance #voltron #my writing #look at me not abusing italics this time!!

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n00dl3gal · 7 years

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Picasso and Street Lamps, Part 3: Red Lion Has Tagged You In a Post

Happy Valentine’s Day.

THIS little segment here was what changed “Banksy-Ass Wannabe” from being a oneshot to a full series (hence all the exposition at the start). And I wouldn’t have done it without the help of Becky (@screwitanddoitanyway), who gave me the idea. Thank you… and also screw you, this AU has taken over my life.

Special thanks to @cubanbisexuallance for her help with names and the Spanish dialogue! Translations will be at the end of the post.

Archive of Our Own: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9524369/chapters/21897683

It was hard to believe he’d been dating Lance for six years now, but here Keith was.

They’d both graduated- it took some persuasion on Lance’s part, but Keith had finally returned to college and gotten his degree- and they were pretty content. Lance was suffering his way through grad school, Keith had traded in coffee for teaching art at a local studio, they shared an apartment with a busted radiator, and everything was fine.

That’s not to say they didn’t argue, but most of their frustrations towards the other was vented through their graffiti. Yes, they still sprayed- maybe less than when they were in college, but it was a form of relaxation for the both of them, and damn if teasing all their followers with their relationship wasn’t funny. If anything, they played up the rivalry between BluDude and Red Lion more than ever, just to screw with the fans. It made their reactions to the collabs they did all the sweeter.

Keith’s packing up from a shift at the studio- he’s been teaching anatomy for the past month, which is all kinds of awkward. Thank God he wasn’t one of the models, but seeing the naked men pose reminds him of his pathetic bottom surgery fund sitting in his bank account. He’s ready to head back home, curl up with Lance, and relax when his phone buzzes.

It’s Pidge. Not too surprising- turns out she and Keith had a lot in common, and that was before they realized their brothers had once been roommates. What does catch Keith’s attention is the text she sent: Check Lance’s instagram.

Keith opens up the app, checking Lance’s personal account first. There isn’t anything new; the last post was a selfie he took a few days ago. Keith remembers groaning in the background.

He flips over to the BluDude account and- oh.

It’s a familiar sight- the back of the 7-11 on Carson Street, where they were supposed to have a showdown and instead ended up making out. And Lance has decided to commemorate the location with a spray, over half a decade later.

It’s incredibly simple by Lance’s standards, just four words in bright blue lettering. But good Lord, do they carry a lot of meaning.

Will you marry me?

Once he recovers, Keith dashes to the supply closet.

…

Lance paces across the apartment, constantly glancing between the clock, the door, and his phone. Maybe he was too forward. Maybe he’s scared Keith off, he’s not coming back, he’s fucked up this time-

His phone dings and Lance jumps a foot in the air.

The notification is simple: Red Lion has tagged you in a post. His fingers shake as he opens Instagram.

It’s a photo of his proposal, with one word in red at the bottom: YES .

As if on cue, the door rattles and Keith opens it, staring at Lance, expression unreadable. They watch each other, barely breathing, until Keith opens his mouth.

“Do you even have a ring?”

Lance puts his hand to his chest, face aghast. “I’ve been planning this for months babe,” he says, fumbling around in his back pocket. “Or, well, I’ve had the ring for months. Wasn’t sure what to do but… this seems right.” He kneels and Keith is already nodding. “Lemme say it out loud first,” he whispers. Keith drops to his knees, hands shaking and smile wide and trembling. “Keith Kwon, apple of my eye, the Aristotle to my Dante, love of my life- will you marry me?”

Keith grabs the hood of his jacket and kisses him, desperate and eager and wet. “Yes, yes, God, of course I will you dickwad, I fucking love you so fucking much-”

“I love you too,” Lance whispers against his fiance’s lips.

Eventually, Lance breaks off the kiss, Keith still chasing his touch. “In a minute, babe,” he laughs, patting his cheek. “I need to call my mom.”

Keith nods, still high off giddiness, and lays with Lance on the couch. As the phone rings, the Cuban man slides the ring on his fiance’s finger. It’s simple- tarnished brass, with a small stone that Keith assumes is a ruby. He’ll probably ask Shay for proper identification, though.

“Mami? It’s Lance- yeah, I did! And he said yes! I- what? She wants to be on speaker,” Lance says, pushing the button. “Wants to congratulate us both.”

“Keith? You there, mijito?” comes the voice down the line.

If Keith wasn’t already grinning, he’d be beaming now. “Yeah, I’m here, Mrs. Fuentes.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, call me Hermosa- especially now, you’re family.”

Family- he hasn’t even thought about that. Marrying Lance and he’d join the Fuentes. People who already adored him, a group that welcomed him with open arms when Lance first brought him home. Something that he’d only really experienced with the Shiroganes for two decades.

And now he and Lance could start their own.

“Babe- Mami, you made him cry, how could you?” Lance says, pulling Keith closer and kissing the tears on his cheek.

“I’m gonna make him cry even more if he hurts you, Lancito,” Hermosa answers, voice tinny and threatening, but with a loving tone.

“Don’t worry, Mrs.- Hermosa,” Keith tells her, squeezing Lance across the waist. “I’m so in love with your son I’d probably die if I hurt him.”

“When did you get so mushy?” Lance asks, looking at him with glistening ocean eyes.

Keith pecks his nose. “When you proposed.”

“Boys, I’m still on. At least hang up before you-”

“¡Mami! ¡No vamos a singar!”

Hermosa laughs, bright and cheerful. “Oh yeah, sure, y soy la reina de la inglaterra. Asegúrese de usar un condón,” she adds, causing a flustered Lance to scream “¡Mami!” again.

“But in all seriousness,” she says after calming down, “I’m so very proud. Of both of you. You’re perfect for each other and I know you’ll have a happy life. Te amo.” The pair responds in kind and Lance hangs up.

“A happy life,” Lance muses. His fingers rub absentmindedly across the ring. Keith shivers at the familiar touch of flesh and the new sensation of metal. “What do you think, babe? Want to share the rest of your living, breathing days with me in complete and utter joy?” “You’ve already given me that,” Keith whispers, nuzzling his face in Lance’s neck, tears still pricking his eyes. “Thank you, Lance. Thank you so much.”

Translations: “Mijito” = a term of affection “¡Mami! ¡No vamos a singar!” = “Mom! We aren’t having sex!” “Y soy la reina de la inglaterra. Asegúrese de usar un condón.” = “And I’m the Queen of England. Be sure to wear a condom.” “Te amo” = “I love you”

When Lance mentions “Aristotle and Dante,” he’s referring to the main characters of the book “Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe.” It’s really good, I highly recommend it.

No new section next week; I’ll be working on stuff for Mercy76 Week instead. When I return, however, more klance. Also, sorry for not posting segment 2 on tumblr, things got a bit hectic and I forgot. I’ll try to upload it soon.

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The Chmerkovskiy’s (Part 8)

Hey Guys! Thanks for being so patient! Here is the next part to my story!! Hope you enjoy it! Let me know if there is anything you would like to see happen to either couple in the next few chapters. I think I know what end goal I’m working towards now. Enjoy!!

A few weeks later, everything was back to normal. Sharna had been over the house a lot and her and Val’s relationship was progressing.

“I know babe, I know.” Peta laughed loudly as she tried to balance the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she folded laundry for her family.

“I’m just saying. I want to take you out to a nice dinner. Shai will come with. We’ll give the two lovesick fools some time alone.” Maks said to her from the other end of the phone.

“You really think that’s a good idea.”

“For our mental sanity. Yes.”

Peta laughed again. “Ok, alright. Let’s do it.”

“Alright, babe. Get dressed up. We’re going fancy.”

Peta giggled as she shook her head and ended the phone call. She lifted her laundry basket and began making her way down the hallway. She was nearing the living room when she heard a vibration. She put her basket down and pulled her phone out of her pocket, which had no new notifications on it. Then she spotted Val’s phone on the end table by the couch. She moved to get it so she could bring it to him but as she picked it up, the light came on and she couldn’t help but see what was on his phone screen. A text from Kelly Monaco.

She rolled her eyes as she took the phone, picked up her basket and knocked on his door. Sharna answered it, dressed in one of his dress shirts which ran down to her knees.

“P!” She said excitedly.

“Val here?”

Sharna looked confused, “Um, yeah.” She looked behind her and called for Val before turning back to her best friend, “You ok? You seem upset.”

Peta nodded modestly, “Yea, I’m ok. I’m just really tired.”

“Understandable. Ya feel me?” Sharna threw her head back in laughter.

Peta smiled. “Yea, you two seem to be having fun.”

Before they could continue their conversation, Val approached the door and Sharna had receded back into the bedroom.

“What’s up, P?” He had a towel tied around his waist, and appeared to have just gotten out of the shower.

Peta put his phone in his palm, “You should consider turning previews off for your text messages.” She then turned and started down the hallway. He called after her but she didn’t want to hear it.

They went out to dinner that night but the atmosphere wasn’t right. Peta hadn’t been in the right mood since she found his phone. She knew this was a mistake. She knew that the two of them dating was just a call for disaster. She loved her brother-in-law but that didn’t change who he was as a person and his reputation regarding relationships. She deep down knew inside that he would somehow hurt Sharna. She didn’t think it would be by cheating but now she knew she was wrong. She didn’t want to see her friend get hurt and she was watching it happen before her eyes.

After dinner was over and the night dwindled down, Maks sat in their bed reading the newspaper. They had put Shai to sleep and decided that they were going to download a movie. Peta came out of the bathroom and climbed into the bed beside him.

“So are you going to talk to me?” Maks put the newspaper down and looked at his wife.

“About what?” “I know you’re upset about something. You can’t fool me.”

“It’s ok. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, I do.” He stroked his hand through her hair. “I don’t want you to be upset. Ever.”

Peta sighed, “Ok. Well. Lemme start by asking you a question.”

“Anything, Love.”

“Your brother. He dated Kelly Monaco, right?”

Maks chuckled, “Don’t know if I’d call it dating. But all the other stuff. How’d you even know that? It wasn’t public.”

“One would have to be stupid to think that something wasn’t going on there.”

Maks laughed again, “Yea, well, He was very much in love with her. There is no denying that.”

Peta nodded, knowing she was right. “Maks, Your brother is cheating on Sharna.” It had just blurted out and she was unable to control it.

Maks sat up straighter and took his hand away from Peta. “What?” He shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m just upset.”

“What do you mean, he’s cheating on Sharna.”

“I saw his phone today. He had a bunch of texts from Kelly on his screen-”

“You read his phone?” Maks raised his voice ever so slightly.

Peta started to get worked up, “I mean, it was an accident. But that doesn’t change what he’s doing.”

“Well you shouldn’t be reading anything that has to do with him! It’s bullshit. You don’t know what those texts are for? You don’t know anything.” Maks yelled louder.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Maks! I’m trying to talk to you and all you’re thinking about is defending your brother.”

“Yea, because he’s my brother.”

Peta yelled louder now, “and I’m your fucking wife!! He’s doesn’t walk on water just because he’s related to you by blood.”

“Peta you need to calm down.”

She was now standing out of the bed and making her way to the door, “Don’t you dare tell me that I need to calm down.” She left the room and he followed her, making the situation even worse.

Val and Sharna were sitting on his bed when they heard them start yelling at each other. They couldn’t hear what it was about but they knew it was bad. As they made their way down the hallway they could start to hear clearer.

“Peta, you’re acting like-”

“Acting like what? Acting like what, Maks?” She yelled back.

“Fucking crazy!!”

“Crazy because I’m trying to protect my friend?”

“Yes!! You’re making these wild accusations and you don’t even know the story!”

“I know one thing’s for sure. I can’t talk to you about anything real!”

“I’m going to go out there.” Val turned to Sharna.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I need to help.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I don’t know but I’m going to try.” Val got up and walked to the door of his room, he opened it and they were standing right outside of it. He walked out and put his hands on Peta shoulders gently pushing her backwards away from Maks. She swatted his hands away as they approached the living room, “Get your hands off of me! This is your fault.”

Val raised his eyebrows and raised his voice, “My fault?”

“Yes, you cheating liar!”

Val stopped talking. So did Maks and so did Peta. Sharna was standing in the doorway of this room watching the whole thing unfold.

“Peta, what the hell are you talking about?” Val spoke to her as calmly as possible.

“Talk to Kelly Monaco lately?” Peta said sarcastically.

Val went quiet, unable to respond with anything. He scrambled his head for the words but before he could answer her, Sharna was standing beside him and talking for him.

“Peta, It’s ok.”

“Sharna!! It’s not ok! He can’t treat you like that.”

“No Peta, it’s ok. I saw it, we talked about it and it’s ok.”

Val turned to his side to look at his girlfriend, “Sharna-” “Val, it’s ok. Let’s just go.” She took Val’s arm as they walked back to his bedroom but before walking in she looked over her shoulder, “Thank you for caring about me, Peta.”

That left Maks and Peta standing the hallway silently. Shai started to cry and Maks moved to get him. Peta moved to the kitchen to get a glass of water and then slowly made her way to the nursery. She stood in the doorway and watched her husband and her baby. Easily, the two most important people in her life. He wasn’t looking at her but she wanted to talk anyway.

“I’m sorry.” She spoke aloud to him.

Maks was quiet, soft spoken as he tried to get Shai back to sleep. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were right to accuse him. You were right.”

“No, I wasn’t.” She moved to stand next to Maks, “I wrongfully accused your brother of something he apparently didn’t do.”

“She never said that. She said they talked about it.” Maks shook his head, “and by his reaction, I’m really not sure what the truth is.”

“Can we re-establish one truth? One that we definitely know?”

Maks put Shai in his crib and stood face to face with Peta putting both his hands on either side of her, “And what may that be?” “I love you.”

Maks closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, “I love you too. And Peta, about what you said earlier. About you being my wife-”

“Maks, It’s ok. I get it. He’s your family.”

“But you’re my forever.” Maks cut her off before she could finish.

Knowing she wasn’t going to win, she receded, “And you’re mine.”

Maks pulled her in for a hug and they stood like that for a long time.

Sharna moved to sit on the edge of the bed as Val paced back and forth before sitting down next to her. He looked at her and then back down to the floor, “Why’d you do that?” He asked her.

“Do what?”

“Lie for me. You didn’t see any text. And we definitely didn’t talk about it.”

Sharna sighed and nodded, “Yea, I didn’t. But I know I have a boyfriend, who I love and who I trust.

Val shook his head, “I’m not. I’m not cheating on you.”

Sharna put her hand on Val’s shoulder, “I know. Hence the trust.”

“But, I do want to explain to you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.” He turned to face Sharna and looked her in the eyes. “I loved Kelly, a long long long time ago. And there was a moment where I thought she was the one for me. That dwindled fast, but we’ve always stayed good friends-” “And I know that, Val. I know that. You’re allowed to have friends. Look at me and Sasha.” Sharna rested her hands on his thighs.

Val swallowed and then continued, “Regardless,that reasoning is not why I’ve been in contact with her.”

Sharna nodded allowing him to continue.

“I- I’ve been talking to Kelly because she knows someone who has been doing me a favor.”

Sharna looked confused.

“She knows a Private Investigator that has been keeping tabs on Paul for me. So I know when he is coming and this way, ’m prepared to protect you.”

“Val-” Sharna said exasperatedly.

“I love you, Sharna. And not one thing can happen to you. Because- I- I don’t know if I’d be able to live without you.”

A tear escaped from Sharna’s eye. He wiped it away and continued speaking, “I’ve never ever in my life been this serious about someone before. And I’m sure that’s what scares Peta. Because she knows my track record and she knows my past, but I love you. And this time it’s different. I want you to know that.”

“I do, babe. I do.” She said through tears. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being you.”

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