all the beautiful things waiting for me, when im no longer in agony and i already love me. the things that are meant to compensate the years of my suffering. the calm after the storm. the very feeling of having the chance to say, “i finally did it. im here. im glad im here.”
movies to be produced, technology and computers to be created, artworks to be made, and the mere existence of the future. will it be as technologic as i imagined it to be? i want to know. i want to see it myself
the delight and simple joy of seeing the sunrise; will it be as orange as yesterday? or will it be a little more pink? painting, taking snaps, and enjoying the scenery without having to worry about anything. the beauty of nature. i want to feel it every day.
the coming of the seasons. the smell of lavenders and sunflowers on spring. the ombré colors of the streets on autumn. the warmth of the summer sunshine. the coolness of snow on my winter skin. the concept of having to experience the cycle every year. the clothes i must wear on such. every little thing about everyday.
the pets i love. i wouldn’t want them to wake up and wonder where i am one day. i know what it’s like to be so alone in this place full of strangers. and i know it will break their hearts. the plants i keep. i dont want them to wilt and die bc nobody would water them miraculously as much as i do. i dont want them to lose themselves the way i lost me.
the books i haven’t read. the museums i haven’t been to. the songs i haven’t heard. the people i haven’t met. the simplest things that i haven’t done. i want to feel what it’s like to meet new things once again. i want to feel what it’s like to feel appreciated and to appreciate something one last time.
and the redemption. i want to be me again. i want to remember what it’s like to be me a few years ago. i want to wake up without groaning because i didn’t lose it last night. i just want to be new, to be reborn, to be beautiful one more time. and that will only happen if im alive. and that simple string of hope is what keeps me going. and i believe that simple string of hope will keep me breathing for the longest time. :)
So I’ve been working on this idea for a fic, while ignoring the harder fics that I should be writing.
Shiro owns Black Lion Publishing and it was a small publishing company until they happened across a science fiction novel, “The Legend of Voltron,” which became a best seller. The author goes by the name Diego Blue, but that’s not his real name and he prefers to keep it that way.
Keith, meanwhile, has recently been fired from his mechanic job for being too confrontational with the owner, so Shiro took him in as an editor because, you know, what are brothers for (”You have a college degree, Keith. Why were you working there in the first place?” “I liked it, Shiro, until Rolo started stealing my shit.”). Keith, however, loves the book “The Legend of Voltron” and has been pestering Shiro since before he was even hired as an editor to get him in touch with “Mr. Blue,” but Shiro refuses. Diego Blue wants to remain anonymous and it’s none of Keith’s business who he is.
But Keith keeps pestering him anyway.
Lance Garcia McClain, meanwhile, had to move out of his apartment because of a black mold problem (“I like this apartment, Pidge!” “It’s a piece of shit, Lance, and we all know you can afford something better anyway.”), so he moves into a complex downtown where he meets his asshole neighbor, Keith Song, who is equal amounts of annoying as he is attractive and irresistible. And seeing as he doesn’t have to work, Lance has plenty of time to sit around in his new apartment and think of all the best ways to get Keith’s attention. Oh, and write the second book in his series that wasn’t supposed to be a series in the first place? He hadn’t even intended to write the first book? Or publish it? So that was a thing.
Keith, meanwhile–despite finding his new neighbor extremely annoying and constantly having to yell at him about hacking into his wifi–happens to be using Shiro’s computer when he finds the email address for one Mr. Diego Blue. Without telling Shiro, he snags the email and starts messaging Mr. Blue. At first it’s all formal, but Keith finds Mr. Blue extremely easy to talk to and soon they’re emailing all the time. Keith develops quite the crush and his interest, as well as admiration, only intensifies when the manuscript for book 2 finally arrives.
Thus we find ourselves in a Klance lovesquare with fun things like email messaging, apartment pranks, and inappropriate flirting when Lance finally figures out that his editor’s colleague, who’s been emailing him, is none other than the very Keith Song that lives across the hall.
Will include Keith with his hair in a ponytail and Lance with glasses and curly hair despite his attempts to straighten it and pretend not to be the nerd he actually is.
I’m kinda writing the first chapter, but… I don’t know how into it I want to get. I have other fics I should work on, tbh. I mean, does anyone even want to read something like this?
there’s so much i didn’t realise was happening in this scene until now:
beverly is literally gripping bill’s shirt so hard trying to hug him as close as she can, richie and ben holding onto bill as well, stan wrapping his arm around ben and resting his head on richie’s, mike rubbing eddie’s shoulder and stroking richie’s hair, eddie literally starting to fucking cry at the sight of bill sobbing? these kids adore each other man, they’re family