So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.
I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.
DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.
I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general, and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.
I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.
So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.
Disability is not kinky.
For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.
Disability is not kinky.
DISABILITY. IS. NOT. KINKY.
This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.
This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.
This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you.How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.
It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.
And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.
But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.
You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.
The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder. It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.
So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.
Cassian was one of the best Jaeger pilots of
the PPDC until, during a fight with a huge Kaiju, he felt his co-pilot dying.
Key was his best friend, his only friend, and Cassian never recovered, choosing
to retire, to escape far from the battlefield.
Burdened by self-pity and an oppressing sense of guilt, Cassian struggles to
survive, until one day General Saw Guerrera, his old boss’s co-pilot, finds
him, asking him to come back. They need pilots, all those they can find. They
The exact moment Cassian enters the Shatterdome he realizes he’s home.
Jyn Erso is Saw’s adoptive daughter and a great pilot. Or at least she is on
paper as Guerrera has always prevented her from piloting one of those metal
giants she loves so much. The official excuse? She’s not ready. In reality? He
just doesn’t want to lose the one member of the only family he’s ever had.
As Jyn and Cassian try to persuade Saw that they are drift compatible, Bodhi
Rook lab technician is trying to find a way to understand Kaiju’s attack’s
pattern. His research brings him face to face with organ smuggler and Kaiju enthusiast
Orson Krennik. Not his brightest moment.
Bonus: the mighty Jaeger known as Force Alpha is piloted by married couple Chirrut & Baze,
Jyn’s old friend and Cassian’s old acquaintances.
Jyn’s and Cassian’s Jaeger is called Rogue One by Bodhi, because “you are both
Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,543
language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it
A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.
Again, covering for @eponymous-rose while she continues her international vacation! Sorry for missing last week–things got crazy! Tonight’s guests: Darin de Paul, Taliesin sporting a
lovely scarlet mohawk, and Travis. Brian starts a story that ends with him
forging several signatures, and off we go.
The new campaign guide comes out soon! Taliesin is now worried about messing up the history of a character he invented.
Darin loves D&D as a long-form improv exercise and is happy he was able to get moments with each of the cast members.
Right after college, Darin was an apprentice at the Burt Reynolds Theater in Florida (a year-long program for theater students). One of his co-apprentices was Matt’s mom, and Matt’s grandmother was the director’s assistant. Matt’s father was part of the writing room. During the run of Darin’s last show (Fiddler), a clarinet player said they were going to play D&D and invited Darin. Matt’s mother was also in the group; they were all new to the game, so they rolled on a table for names and played four sessions. Last year, Darin was hired by Blizzard to do various voices, which is where he and Matt became friends. Later, Matt realized his mom had a picture of herself with Darin de Paul, and discussion of that picture led to the conversation of their D&D game. It’s been 37 years since Sprigg’s original campaign.
Matt was worried about fitting Sprigg in until Darin mentioned he was a hermit. The hobgoblin TPK was canon! Sprigg, a chaotic evil illusionist thief, was the only one to survive; the last moment of that campaign had him fleeing on a cart with wolves chasing him, abandoning the rest of the party to their deaths. Travis and Taliesin ask if he really was chaotic evil; “Why do you think he was so interested in redemption, dear boy?”
The first episode Darin saw was the Trials of the Take episode when the carpet was destroyed. He’s wanted to be on the show ever since.
Symmetra’s voice actor, Anjali Bhimani, also plays D&D. My heart skips a few beats.
Vex and Percy eloped over the year break. Laura and Taliesin kept it secret out of pique at first (Taliesin doesn’t remember why they were piqued). He’s not surprised the others are annoyed.
Grog was extremely impressed by Sarenrae and hasn’t thought much about Kord giving him any boons.
Darin has been a fan of the show and watching for some time. Taliesin says he is the most prepared guest they’ve ever had.
Very few people were present at Vex & Percy’s wedding. They did not intend to ever bring it up on their own.
The plane of books is the worst possible plane for Grog. Only the plane of shopping would be worse.
As soon as Darin walked into the studio last Thursday, Travis immediately asked him if he was a god. Travis still thinks he might be.
Percy would rather have a thousand years with Vex than a thousand years with Ioun’s library.
Travis wants a “positive, upbeat resolution to all the drama that is a-hanging in the air.” Me too. Travis does not read the Player’s Handbook to help keep Grog dumb, so he never knows what’s going on.
Travis loves how prepared Darin was. He offered the Deck because he thought Darin was looking for something specific after Sprigg deflected the weaker offerings.
Darin loved the emotion in the room during the plane shift and the strong moment with Marisha in particular. He also likes the movie Gargoyles.
The hardest thing about playing Sprigg after so long was finding him again. Brian gets very sentimental about the long journey that brought Sprigg back to life, including Darin becoming friends and colleagues with Matt so many years later.
Darin will be back on the next episode and is visibly excited about it.
Darin used to read tons of D&D books (mentions Drizzt by name) and used to paint minis as a hobby. He still has some of the figures and wants to donate them to the show.
Darin’s wife was part of Taliesin’s parents’ circle, so he’s known her for a long time. Taliesin and Darin exchange memories of meeting Roddy McDowall, and Darin says part of Sprigg’s concept of memories being the most important came from a conversation he had with Roddy while Roddy was dying of cancer.
Percy’s current distrusting attitude towards the gods came directly from his interaction with the Raven Queen. However, he didn’t know there was a god of knowledge and has been “chewing on it a lot, and what it means to have faith in knowledge.” He sees the library as a testament to faith in humanity and the good works of life and how important memory is and is blown away by it. “Books have always been about finding meaning and this whole library thing has changed him.” Taliesin expected Percy to be much more resistant to Ioun and was surprised at how quickly the books sold him.
Darin felt as the scenes progressed that his role was to “illuminate” CR as to where they were and what they could be. Taliesin and Percy both wondered if he was Scanlan from the future. Darin had the choice of being Scanlan’s dad, but declined.
Percy picked Vesper because her namesake was the last person he’d talked to in real life.
The only place Travis can think of worse for Grog is if the books were replaced with clothing & a For Sale sign. “Grog has a beatnik poet inside him waiting to get out.”
Darin’s advice to Keyleth was total improv. He almost cried when she touched his hand. He loves funny characters that can become sad and/or touching.
Marisha has no idea how to get Keyleth out of her emotional nosedive. Watching Marisha break character from Keyleth at the end of an episode is one of Taliesin’s favorite things because they’re such different people.
Percy would seek out the lifebooks for all his family & ancestry because he’s fascinated with legacy, and Whitestone is full of ghost stories. He had lots of stories he’d planned to give as part of the gnomes’ tour, and tells one about a woman forced into a marriage who slowly poisoned her husband over a number of years.
Sprigg feels he is what Scanlan might become. He did not expect to survive the episode.
If they were really in Ioun’s halls, Travis would love to see the books of his family and of JFK. Darin would like to see his father’s book. Darin also likes wearing suits, which is why he wears suits. He only wears t-shirts at the gym. (At one point Darin’s family also owned 20 horses???). He wishes his parents could see him now because they were so supportive when he was growing up.
Honor! Justice! After Dark, After Dark, After Dark!
If the challenge for Ioun involves any physical activity, Grog will fight Percy for it.
Bucket lists: Travis wants to swim with a great white shark. (Darin’s biggest fear is great white sharks.) Taliesin wants to travel to India. Darin wants to learn to tap dance, and casually drops that he used to dance with Cirque du Soleil.
Darin’s favorite color is black. His favorite season is winter.
There’s a video somewhere of Darin de Paul and Steve Blum pretending to be zombies and running towards the camera.
Travis and Darin do Reinhardt “impressions” by talking in high-pitched baby voices. Taliesin does a pretty decent actual impression! Darin likes that there’s heroes for every playstyle.
Darin hasn’t told Matt’s parents he brought back Sprigg. He also used to have a crush on Matt’s mom.
If Darin could pick any character from VM to play, he would play Scanlan. Brian teases the entire world by saying he would play “the character Pike’s in love with.”
Darin’s twitter flooded after last Thursday and he wishes he could respond to all of the kind messages.
Darin once shared floss with Gilbert Gottfried as part of an old bit.
Darin feels his whole history has led to this moment last Thursday where he had the chance to create a story with people he loved.
Laura read the Game of Thrones books as they came out, well before the show started. Brian just found the copy of the first book she lent him in 2010, which he still hasn’t read.
If Sprigg could fight any D&D monster, it would be a hobgoblin.
himchan is always so disciplined and so firm with himself about following his routine in order to reach his goal, so i can only imagine how much he was pushing himself each and every day just to reach his target physique. just in case some of you might not know how idol dieting works, it usually involves a large drop in daily calorie intake and lots of exercise - so repeated overexertion from exercise and practice most likely led to his stress fracture.
i shouldn’t even have to say this, but himchan is BEYOND breathtaking at any weight. with all the comments about his weight that have been made by “fans”, some of the members, show mc’s, and probably even TS themselves, how much more motivated do you think he would have been to keep up his strenuous weight loss routine?
he’s always so adamant about putting the fans first - who was the one that made an entire fansite dedicated to capturing the fans at b.a.p’s concerts? who takes the time to upload photos of the fans at every fansign to their personal instagram account?
even after going to the hospital for sharp chest pains and discussing his options for this promotion period, himchan still had the fans and the rest of the group as his top priority, insisting that he wanted to be there onstage as 6 after yongguk’s break.
kim himchan is honestly one of the most genuine, caring, selfless individuals that i’ve ever seen, and he deserves to be loved and appreciated just as much as every other b.a.p member. please don’t just sit back and passively dismiss this as “just another injury” by sweeping it under the rug.
what he really needs right now is overwhelming love and support from the fans.
So I accidentally deleted the ask + forgot who requested a scorpius+drarry barista AU with fluff I’m so SORRY (i’m an idiot) but here’s it anyway, enjoy i guess -
“Scorpius, you are not marrying Harry Potter.”
It was 8 am, and Draco Malfoy was tired. His son - whom he loved very dearly, mind - had decided that 5 am that morning was the perfect time to start hollering at his dad to wake up. And four singing games, one magical performance of floating toys and three filthy diapers later Draco was ready to get on his knees and beg for his well-deserved coffee.
That Harry happened to be the barista at his most frequently visited coffeeshop was a mere coincidence.
(No matter how many times Pansy had laughed at him for it. It wasn’t Draco’s fault that the Golden Boy made the most amazing lattes known to men.)
“Papaaaaaa,” Scorpius whined, kicking his feet in the air. He had an impressive pair of lungs for a three-year-old. “But I love him!”
An elderly woman standing in front of Draco in the queue send him a smile - as if Scorpius was being endearing instead of impossible.
“Hush, Scorp,” Draco said, bouncing his son up and down in his arms, trying to get him to focus on something else that wasn’t his undying love for the Boy Who Lived. “I’m sure he loves you too.”
Scorpius’ smile was blinding. “He do.”
“He does,” Draco corrected automatically.
When Scorpius took that as his que to continue yelling to everyone in the small muggle coffeeshop that he loved Harry Potter, Draco fought the urge to slam his head through the nearest window.
Merlin, he needed his coffee.
Finally, finally, finally the queue disappeared and Draco was standing at the counter.
Harry, his hair standing in every direction and his impossibly cocky smile shining wide, waved at them. “Morning Draco, Scorp.”
Scorpius, suddenly shy, waved back silently.
“Morning,” Draco quipped, and quickly bounced Scorpius to his right hip so he had his other hand free. “I want a cappu with two shots espresso -”
“- and a hot chocolate milk for this tough guy,” Draco continued, unable to keep the smile from his voice.
“Coming right up.” Harry slid over to the coffee-machine and got to work - so uncharacteristically elegant and smooth Draco couldn’t do much else but watch.
He’d seen Harry at it more times than he could count. The way he’d flip the milk carton in the air before pouring it into the can to heat up. How he’d turn around on the ball of his feet to get the coffee beans, how he’d wink at Scorpius when he was melting the chocolate almost magically fast.
Scorpius had made Harry his hero - not because he was the boy who lived, not because Harry had saved the wizarding world ten year ago - but just because of this. His elegance. His seemingly magical way of moving around as if he were floating.
And for a second, staring at his ex-rival, Draco wanted to agree with his son.
Faster than he wanted it to have been Harry had made their orders, slipping it over the counter towards them. “There you go,” Harry said, “oh, and Scorpius -”
“Yeah?” Scorpius said quickly, enthusiastically.
“I love you very much, too.”
Scorpius turned beet-red, and immediately hid his face into his father’s chest.
Harry, smiling from ear to ear, turned to Draco. His face was almost impossible to look at, and for a fleeting moment Draco felt his cheeks warm up. Was he blushing? Oh dear Merlin.
“How much do I owe you?” Draco quickly asked, trying to calm down.
“Nothing,” Harry said airily, “it’s on the house.”
Normally Draco would’ve complained but he needed to leave, now - because dear Merlin he couldn’t stop blushing why couldn’t he stop blushing - and he grabbed the two cups, thanked him, and rushed out as quickly as he could.
It wasn’t until they were outside, Scorpius walking in front of Draco and drinking his hot chocolate, that Draco noticed the little heart written beside his name on the cup.
So when Draco came back to the coffeeshop that next morning, he tried not to think of it like a coincidence. Nor the fact that the hearts on his cup seemed to grow in number every time he came back again.
So his son might not be marrying Harry Potter - but in time, he just might.
#kdramawomensweek: day 2 // rent’s due (a character whose journey through adulthood you identify with…someone who you feel reflects to some degree the struggle of either blazing through life or falling and getting back up again)
for the first few trembling years of her life, she is a
princess. she is the daughter to the king, born of his beloved wife and of her
visage. her dark eyes have the appearance of a smoky quarts and her mother
carefully twists her mass of black hair into a hundred small braids down her
back. she is a beautiful, quiet child, and for a while all is well. they call
her princess maleen.
then her mother dies. it seems as if the king is determined
to bury his love for his daughter along with his queen. he moves her to a
different wing of the castle, and refuses to see her. her tutors are let go,
and the nobles’ children are no longer allowed to play with her. only the maids
look after her now.
the king remarries. the new queen gives birth to a son, and
maleen is forgotten completely, banished from a home she still resides in and a
life she can now only watch unfold.
the maids take care of her, braid her hair and kiss the
blisters on her fingers, teach her to scrub at porcelain and polish silver, to
clean a fireplace and mop polished marble floors.
they call her maid maleen.
the king has a son by his new wife, and then a daughter.
they are pale and fair-haired like their mother, with only their dark eyes to
show they are the king’s children. but they inherit none of their parents’ beauty, have faces that don’t look quite right
and bodies that get stuck between gangly and chubby and never settle into one
or the other. princess gisella and prince jan are privately regarded as
unfortunate products of a lovely union.
maid maleen spends long hours working, and has neither the
time nor funds for creams to soften her skin or oils to care for her hair, has
never used face powder or lip color.
maid maleen is twenty three years old, and the most
beautiful woman in the kingdom.
her braids are wrapped carefully atop her head, but when she
lets them loose they hang past her hips. her dark skin is made even darker thanks
to long hours working in the palace garden, and her eyes have never lost that
same curious light. she walks straight and strong, years of hard labor giving
her muscles and definition to her body that she never would have had as a
princess. boys and girls give her long, considering looks and flirtatious
smiles, and nobles have to double-take when she passes them by.
no one speaks of it anymore. but maid maleen looks ever more
like her beautiful late mother, has the same eyes as her father, and dressing in
ill-fitting cast offs and running her ragged can’t hide the truth.
maid maleen is the king’s daughter.
she has accepted her life as a maid in the palace she was
one day set to inherit, and tries to see it as a gift. she sleeps with who she
likes, may marry whichever of the charming boys from the city who’s smile she
likes best. in the maids who raised her she has more mothers than she has
fingers, and perhaps she longs for the days when she was a small princess, when
she was the apple of her parents’ eye, when the whole of their nation was to be
hers to inherit.
but then the blacksmith’s daughter lets her hands linger a
little too long on her wrists, and maleen knows that she won’t be sleeping
alone tonight. there are some things that worth more to her than a throne she
was born to. she doesn’t miss the little girl she used to be.
tensions have always run high between their kingdom and the
neighboring one – too many squabbles over borders, over trade agreements, over
patrols, over anything and everything the kings can find a reason to be upset
about, it seems like. so when prince wolfgang is sent over, the whole palace is
abuzz. the prince seems determined to inherit a peaceful land, and is coming
over to talk with the king to do it.
maleen does not care for princes. nor for nobles of any
rank, in fact. she remembers how they turned on her, she sees the small acts of
pettiness and cruelty they thoughtlessly inflict on their servants, and she
wants nothing to do with it. commoners may not be as educated as nobles, may
not have as many objects to call their own, but maleen finds she prefers their
company to that of lords. she’s uninterested in this prince, which is perhaps
why she’s the one that gets sent to his rooms. her moms can trust that she at
least won’t fawn over him.
“sir wolfgang,” she murmurs, pushing open his door and
giving a low curtsy, keeping her eyes trained on his mud covered boots. “is
there anything you require?”
silence. she can only stay bent in a curtsey so long before
she loses patience. she’s almost given up on him, is about to cut her losses
and call it a night when he says, hesitant, “queen sabine?”
her mother’s name is punch to her gut, and her head snaps up
at the sound of it, the rolling fire of her temper bubbling just below her
skin. “i am maid maleen,” she snaps, then tacks on “your highness,” after a
his cloak is half unbuttoned as he stares at her with a
slack mouth. she supposes he would not look unhandsome if he were not currently
doing his best to imitate a frog. he appears to be only a handful of years
older than she is, and if she were not furious she would be impressed that he
remembers her mother well enough to see sabine in her.
“maleen,” he repeats, and for a moment she wonders if he
will recognize her as well, but he only says, “my apologies. if you would help
me with my cloak, i would be much obliged.”
she’s instantly suspicious. she’s met nice nobles before,
ones that were considerate and remembered her name and thanked her when she
brought them wine. but she’s never met a nice prince before – they’re always of
the worst sort. “yes, your highness,” she says, and the cloak is soaked through
and clinging, it’s no wonder he’s struggling with it. once she’s gotten it off
she hangs it to dry, then goes back to him. she slaps away his numb, struggling
fingers and undoes the rest of the buckles and loops of his overly complicated clothing.
she’s gotten down him down to an undershirt and pants when his hands grab hers.
she blinks and looks up. he has freckles dusting across his nose.
“this is inappropriate,” he says, but honestly she’s
stripped a lot of nobles, it wasn’t weird until he took her hands and looked at
her like no one’s ever looked at her before.
“yes, your highness,” she agrees, and takes a step back. she
places his clothes in front of a fire, curtsies, and leaves. she can feel the
weight of his gaze on her all the way back to her room.
wolfgang continues his diplomatic agenda, having long
meetings with the royal family. after, maleen goes and tends to him, setting
out his food and taking care of his clothes, straightening up any mess that he’s
made. at first he’s quiet, and he just watches her, but he quickly discovers
that maleen has opinions and thoughts and isn’t afraid to share them. soon they’re
debating the finer points of trade routes and arguing the effectiveness of a
sliding tax scale, and maleen comes to cherish the evenings she spends with the
prince, likes the way he speaks to her and looks at her, likes the shape of his
weeks in she enters his room, dinner steaming in her hands
and eager to continue their conversation about state funded orphanages versus a
state funded foster system. he’s pacing and tense, shoulder stiff. “wolfgang,”
she sets down the food and wipes her hands on her apron, “is something wrong?”
“is it true?” he asks, and he’s not looking at her. he’s
always looked at her before.
“is what true?” she flinches away from his coldness, is
already preparing to retreat and hide and beg someone else to watch over him.
he turns to her, and she’s baffled by the mixture of hope
and anger on his face. “are you the king’s daughter? are you princess maleen?”
she takes a step back, “i am maid maleen.”
“please,” he follows her as she steps away from him, and her
back hits the wall. he stops when he’s almost close enough to touch. “my father
sent me here with the goal to seal our new treaty with a marriage. he expects
me to marry princess gisella. but if you are the daughter of the king – then he
will allow me to marry you instead!”
“who says i want to marry you?” she retorts, but he gets on
bended knee and she freezes.
he holds a hand for her own, and against every bit of logic,
she gives it to him. “maleen, i’ve never felt this way about anyone. i was
willing enough to enter a loveless marriage before i knew what true love is,
but now i do, and i can’t go back. marry me.”
she wants to. she thinks she loves him. she hadn’t been
planning to fall in love with anyone. “i am the king’s daughter,” she tells
him, “but i am no princess. i haven’t been a princess in a long time.”
he brings her hand to his mouth so he can kiss each one of
her knuckles, “then we’ll have to change that.”
wolfgang goes to the king to make his case, to return maleen
to her birthright and allow her to marry him.
it goes even worse than maleen had feared.
her father is furious. he’s so angry at the audacity of this
request that prince wolfgang is thrown from the kingdom. so incensed is he,
that guards drag maleen from her bed in the middle of the night and throw her
into a tower. the door closes shut behind them, and she bangs on it and screams
but no one comes for her.
there are no windows, and only one door with a sliding metal
grate in the bottom. she’s high in the tower, she thinks, from the number of
steps she’d been forced to climb, but she stands on a dirt floor. the room
contains only the bare minimum needed for survival, and nothing more.
once a week food is slid through the slot in the door. she
has to be careful, because if she eats it too fast they will not provide more,
she will just starve. days turn to weeks turn to months, and she despairs of
ever being let out of this tower. months turn to years, and she gives up hope
entirely of leaving this tower. she considers refusing to eat, killing herself
slowly through starvation, because death is preferable to life locked in this
one night there’s a scuffle, and shouting, and for the first
time since she was shoved inside the door opens. there’s a guard standing
there, and princess gisella tentatively steps inside. “maid ma – i mean,
maleen stares. this is the first time she’s seen another
person in years, and suddenly for all the screaming she’d done she can’t find
her voice. gisella takes another cautious step forward, “maleen, please – we don’t
have much time.” she holds out her hand, “come with me.”
gisella is sixteen now. although she’ll never be a great
beauty, she’s grown into many of the features that she was once mocked for. “where?”
she asks, but takes gisella’s hand and lets her lead them down the twisting
staircase. anyplace is better than the tower.
“i’m to be married in a week’s time to prince wolfgang.”
maleen feels a sharp pain go through her chest. had wolfgang forgotten her?
their farce of a romance was such a quick, shallow thing. she was a fool to
fall for it in the first place. “i’m not going to show up. you are.”
she stares, “what?”
“wolfgang started a war over father locking you in the
tower,” she explains, “but eventually it got to a point where neither could
justify it, so our father and wolfgang’s decided our union would mean peace between
our countries, as intended. but i don’t want to marry prince wolfgang, and he
does not want to marry me.”
“i don’t understand,” she hadn’t paid much attention to the
girl when they were in the palace together, and she’s regretting that now.
they finally reach the end of the tower. it’s the first time
she’s breathed fresh air in years. she tries not to get distracted by it, and
instead focuses on the carriage to her left, and the pure black mare laden like
a pack mule on her right. “i’m leaving,” gisella says, “i don’t want to be
wolfgang’s bride because i want to be klaus’s,” the guard smiles, and he must
be klaus, the princess is rejecting a prince to run away with a commoner. “there’s
a map and everything you need in the saddlebags. the wedding dress is waiting
for you at the castle. no one will know you’re not me until wolfgang unveils
you, and by then it will be too late. he will marry you, and i will be gone.”
“why are you doing this?” she asks.
gisella shrugs, “you’re my sister, and father is an idiot. i
want you to be happy, and i want wolfgang to be happy, and i want to be happy
too. this way we all get what we want. our brother will be waiting for you in
wolfgang’s castle. he’ll help you.”
maleen is speechless. gisella grabs her in a quick hug – the
only one they’ve ever shared – and then goes to the carriage with klaus
trailing behind her. “i’ll see you again, princess maleen!”
she doesn’t have time for tears. she gets on the mare, and
rides for the palace of the neighboring land.
she makes it just in time. she sneaks into the castle the
night before the wedding, ducking around servants until she find her way to jan’s
door. she knocks, tentative, wondering if this was a mistake and all one elaborate
trap. but the door opens and his face slackens in relief, “finally!” he pulls her inside, and sits her down. there’s lukewarm water
waiting for her so she can clean herself, and jan stands with his back to her
the whole time, outlining the wedding and how it will go so she knows what to
expect the next day. “father isn’t here,” he assures her, “he didn’t want to
leave the kingdom, so i’m here in his stead.”
“won’t you miss your sister?” maleen finishes washing
and wraps herself in a soft blanket.
“when i am king, gisella will return,” he says confidently, “she
will come home and bring klaus, and you will rule here with wolfgang, and all
will be well. our countries shall be great allies when it is me and wolfgang on
he’s only a year older than gisella, just seventeen, and
maleen feels oddly old next to them, feels old next to these children who know
what they want and take it and don’t let anything stand in their way.
“we need to get your hair rebraided,” he says, “you should
look perfect tomorrow. it’s your wedding day.”
she stares, aghast. “that will take all night!”
“i’ve brought help,” he says, and sends a servant down the
hall. the servant returns with a half dozen of the maids who raised her, and
who crowd forward and hug her and kiss her cheeks and say how much they’ve
missed her. princess or not, bride or not, to them she will always be their
little maid maleen.
it’s clear gisella picked her wedding dress with maleen in
mind. it fits her for one thing, and is clinging and heavy, and it must have
looked awful on gisella, but on her it’s perfect. her dress is accompanied by
white silk gloves and a thick veil so that no one can see her, so that no one
will know she’s not the daughter of the king they’re expecting to be there.
wolfgang is at the end of the aisle, looking like he’s going
to an execution, and it takes more self control than maleen was anticipating not
to go running to him. she turns to him, and he lifts her veil. he sees her and
freezes, mouth sliding open. she winks at him, because they just need to keep
it together until they’re married, he just has to keep his cool for a few
minutes and they’ll have won it all. wolfgang closes his mouth and says nothing
about how this is clearly not the bride he was supposed to marry. they turn so
none of the guests can see them, and the priest gives maleen a confused look,
but with a glare from wolfgang he continues on with the ceremony as if nothing is
out of place.
“you may now kiss the bride,” the priest says, after what
seems like an eternity.
wolfgang grabs her about the waist, dips her, and kisses her
soundly on the mouth. her veil falls off and she can hear the horrified and
shocked gasps of the guests, and under that jan’s laughter. when they break
apart, foreheads still pressed together, she whispers, “hello, prince wolfgang.”
he kisses her again, quick and sweet, and does nothing at
all to disguise the joy in his face. “hello, princess maleen.”
Freshman year, Dex hated it. He and Nursey spend all their sober time bickering; fighting nonstop about everything from politics to slapshot form to whether ketchup belongs on scrambled eggs (Dex will never fucking admit it, but he’s actually started to find it delicious; Nursey can never know). But the second Nursey slips over the line from tipsy to drunk, he’s Dex’s best friend–hanging off Dex’s shoulders, draping his feet into Dex’s lap, hell, draping himself into Dex’s lap, two hundred pounds and then some of languid muscle. He’s sweet when he’s drunk, his chirps soft and fond instead of scathing, and his fingertips are gentle when they wander over Dex’s skin, dipping under the collar of his t-shirt, brushing against the short hair at the nape of his neck.
And Dex hated it, because morning would come, and hungover Nursey is clingy too but not in the same way, and they were always back to sharpness, and Dex would have to pretend he didn’t get home from those kegsters and throw himself into very, very cold showers.
Sophomore year, it’s a little better. They’re friends more often than they’re not, but on the flip side, that means the rest of the team actually trusts Dex to be on Nursey Patrol (“If you don’t want to kill him all the time, we can probably trust you to make sure he doesn’t drink himself into a coma,” Bitty said cheerfully the first time, shoved Nursey, already tipsy, towards him, and disappeared onto the dance floor with a solo cup in his hand).
Except Nursey Patrol, he learns, doesn’t end with the kegster. No, Nursey Patrol ends with Nursey safe in his bed, at least out of his shoes but ideally in something comfortable enough to sleep in, after a cup or two of water and two tabs of Aspirin, his phone plugged in and the door to his room locked.
(Dex does not want to know the series of events that led to this level of Patrol being in place. If he thinks about it too hard, his chest starts to hurt, and he doesn’t wanna deal with that.)
“Dexy,” Nursey says, as Dex manhandles him down to his bed and then flops down next to him, hauling Nursey’s foot into his lap to start on his shoelaces, because Three Cups of Tub Juice Derek Nurse is not a Derek Nurse who has the coordination for tasks involving dexterity. Dex had said that, once, and Nursey had said “ha, Dexterity,” and giggled for ten minutes. “Dex, will you stay with me?”
RFA+V+Saeran accidentally hitting MC headcannons? I'm sorry if this triggers you or something but I'm curious how will they react!
(￣▽￣) This got progressively more fun to write~~ It varies from fluff to comedy to slight angst lolol
RFA Accidentally Hits MC
He hadn’t meant to, he swears!!
He was just so excited about finally achieving a higher
level than Seven on LOLOL that he’d carelessly thrown his headphones behind him
and you just happened to be there!
When he turned around to tell you his good news, he noticed
the newly-formed bump on your head.
Oblivious, he tilted his head in question. “Oh, how’d you
get hurt, MC?”
You fired a glare at him, crossing your arms and stomping
off, irritated by his carelessness. ‘I’m
going to ignore him!’ you decided.
You held true to your word.
It wasn’t until days later (in which Yoosung spent whining
for your attention) when he heard you complaining to Jaehee about what had
happened, and how careless he was.
Finally learning his mistake, he slid to the floor, grasping
at your leg while he stared up at you with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry!!!” he
wailed, feeling the guilt him hard. “I’ll do anything to make it up to youuuu”
Dammit, his puppy face was hard to resist.
He noticed you trying to sneak up on him by looking at your
shadow on the floor, and he swiftly turned around so he could tease you that
your plan failed but… but…
His long ponytail somehow whacked you in the face, leaving a
pink mark on your cheek
“Owwie.” You rubbed your cheek with a slight frown.
He shrieks at the sin he’d just committed. I JUST HIT MY PRINCESS
He rushed out an apology in a panic, “MC, I’m so sorry, oh
my gosh, I’ll never do that agai-”
Low whistles came from their surroundings.
“Wow, what an awful
boyfriend, did he hit her? Her cheek is pink… Poor girl…”
“Isn’t that the actor
Zen? Didn’t know he was abusive to his girlfriend…”
Every comment only made him feel guiltier. He hadn’t meant
to hurt you—he would never!
He placed his head in his hands, feeling horrible about
himself. You noticed that tears were welling up in his eyes.
“Hey, it was just an accident… And it was only your hair.
It’s okay Zen. I know you’d never hurt me,” you murmured gently, smiling
brightly up at him as you brushed aside his bangs.
“M-maybe I shouldn’t stand so close to you anymore…” He
shook his head, frantically backing away from you, not processing your words at
Well, you sure had fun explaining why Zen kept running away
from you like a little kid at the RFA party. It only got worse when Seven
joined in, “ARE WE PLAYING TAG?!? TAG, YOU’RE IT, MC!!!” and running off…
As usual, you were helping out at the coffeeshop, scurrying
around behind the counter to get to the customers’ orders.
And like most days, it was busy.
As you were serving a customer at the cash register, Jaehee
was rushing to finish someone else’s order, and in her hurry, she bumped into
The both of you crashed down, with her knee digging into
your abdomen. You felt the wind knocked out of you, and you gasped for air,
your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the pain.
“MC!” Jaehee shrieked, the guilt hitting her immediately.
“MC, are you okay? Can you hear me?”
You were in too much pain to even realize she was talking.
You closed your eyes as you rolled to your side, trying to tolerate it.
“Hey, take my order already!” someone demanded.
Jaehee slowly stood up, a fierce glare upon her face as she
slammed her fist onto the countertop. “Your order? MC is hurt and all you can
think about is your order? You think your order is more important?” she growled,
glaring daggers in the inconsiderate customer’s direction.
The customer visibly gulped, shuddering from the intensity
of Jaehee’s anger. “N-no, ma’am…”
Your girlfriend clicked her tongue. In an icy cold tone, she
stated, “I’ve never had to ask this of a customer before. Get. Out.”
Ignoring the line of customers, Jaehee chose to tend to you
first, carrying you princess style (remember this gal can fight) to the
staffroom and checking the damage. Upon seeing the bruise, she winced, feeling
another wave of guilt overwhelm her. You could see her silently mouthing yet
another apology as she stared at it.
“It’ll heal. It was only an accident, Jaehee, don’t worry,”
you soothed her, smiling gently. Albeit with a frown, she accepted it.
…Although, she made you take multiple days off after that,
despite your protests.
He’d just gotten out of a 6 hour long meeting, feeling
completely worn out. Nonetheless, it was over, so he could finally return to
You’d asked to meet with him for lunch that day, patiently
waiting for him to finish up.
But he had hardly taken a step into the office, and he
received a call from another business partner. He flashed you an apologetic
look before taking the call, walking to the far end of the room to talk
You didn’t mind, it was just a little more waiting. The call
couldn’t possibly take that long, after all!
Or so you thought.
But over an hour had passed already, and his lunch break was
almost over. Growing impatient, you walked up to your husband, reaching to hug
Noticing your actions, he swatted his hand dismissively,
trying to tell you he was busy. Unfortunately, he was distracted, and he ended
up smacking your face.
The moment his hand made contact with your face, his
expression froze. In a split second, Jumin hung up on his call, setting aside
his phone and rushing to your aid.
But you pushed him away.
He winced at the hurt expression on your face. You weren’t upset
because he’d hit you, but that he had tried to dismiss you as if you were just
another employee to him—as if you weren’t important. But you couldn’t say that
out loud to him. Just because he had hurt your feelings, it didn’t mean you had
to do the same to him.
You lowered your eyes, avoiding his worried gaze, and quietly
walked out of his office. Jumin sank into his chair in despair, feeling awful
about what he’d done. He knew how it felt to be cast aside for work. And he
hated that you had to go through the same experience.
After finishing work that night, he returned home, still
feeling ashamed of himself. You’d already turned off all the lights as if to
say you weren’t waiting for him tonight. He hesitantly opened the door to your
shared bedroom, where you were reading a book in bed.
Jumin held up a bouquet of purple hyacinths, nervously
forcing a smile on his face. “I-I’m sorry about earlier today, MC…” he said
“You think flowers will make me forgive you?” you sighed, a
frown tugging at your lips. “While I appreciate the sentiment, the flowers won’t
win me over. I understand that you may have been stressed from work, but that
doesn’t make me any less upset about it. Well, you should get some rest.”
He looked away, then suddenly grabbed your hand. “I… Will
you let me explain myself, at least?”
Albeit surprised, you nodded calmly.
“The reason I’ve been working so hard lately… even today… it’s
because I wanted to clear my schedule to spend time with you. I know you’ve
been very patient with me all this time, and I’m really grateful for that. I
just… kind of missed passing time with you, so I was planning to finish up next
week’s work and then properly ask you out on a date… But I guess it really took
a toll on me.” He sighed again. “I’m sorry.”
You wrapped your arms around him, a soft smile upon your
face. “Then, make it up to me by staying with me all next week, okay?”
Although you wouldn’t see it, Jumin had an adorable grin on
his face. ‘I love you so much.’
If you were wondering why Saeyoung was laughing at 6AM in
the morning, it’s because he woke up to your face.
Now, he wakes up with you everyday, but it was the first
time that you awoke with a nosebleed. He grinned cheekily, “I didn’t know I was
that hot, babe.”
…to which, earned him a smack in the head.
“This is your fault, you idiot,” you grumbled, carefully
getting out of bed.
He cocked his head in confusion, “Wait, really?”
“You whacked me with your arm. Again.”
Although he felt guilty for hurting you, he covered it up
with another grin. “Just admit that you were nosebleeding because I’m hot, MC~”
Despite his words, he still led you to the bathroom and
helped you clean up the blood. He took it upon himself to wash the blankets and
bedsheets which had gained bloodstains, and even made breakfast for you that
And it’d be over breakfast that he quietly apologized to
“Hey, uhm… I know I was kidding around earlier, but I’m
really sorry about hitting you, MC…” he mumbled, a light blush spreading across
his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being so sincere, but he knew he should
You merely flicked his forehead. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t
mean to. Besides, I’ve kicked you off the bed multiple times because you were
taking up too much space.”
His head snapped up immediately, narrowing his eyes at you
accusingly. “Wait what?! But you always told me that I rolled off by myself!!”
He was chanting it over and over, his head on his knees, his
entire body trembling. You tried to approach him, but he only flinched, backing
“N-no, stay away. I hurt you, oh my god, I hurt you,” he whispered, pain dripping in his voice. His eyes
were wide with horror, and your heart clenched at the sight. He was scared.
Scared of himself.
Now, what had caused this?
You’d sprung onto Saeran, declaring a pillow war, and the two of
you had been smacking each other with your pillows, trying to get the upper hand
over each other. But then he’d tripped over his own feet while he was swinging
his pillow at you, and ended up smashing his elbow into you, knocking you to
You’d only scraped your knee from the fall, and it only bled a
little, but the injury was enough to make Saeran freak out.
“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” you said in a gentle tone,
trying to coax him. “You would never hurt me.”
“I d-d-don’t want to hurt a-a-anyone,” he stammered, still
shuddering. “P-p-please believe me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, imsorryimsorryimsorryi-”
You took ahold of his trembling hands, kissing the fingertips. “I
love you, Saeran. It was an accident. You didn’t have any other intentions. It’s
okay. I’m okay. Look, it’s just a scratch.”
It took a few more moments to calm him down, but he eventually
came to terms that it was only an accident, and that it wasn’t his fault.
Still, though the incident was small and harmless, the fear that he could
become abusive, just like his mother,
began to haunt him since that day.
Jihyun frowned, turning his head to find the
source of that annoying sound. Although he had recovered from his blindness,
(thanks to Jumin finding the best doctors and funding the surgery), his ears were
still sensitive to distant sounds.
He walked out of the kitchen, noticing that the buzzing sound became louder. It must be closer now…
‘BZZZ!!’ His eyes caught the culprit: a mosquito was
flying around the house! He tried to slap the mosquito with both hands, failing
miserably as it diligently flew away. Oh,
it’s on, Mosquito.
Jihyun began running like a madman around the
house, swatting at the pest and missing every time. And then, it chose to stay
“Eeep!” you squealed, feeling a harsh impact on your butt. “W-what
was that for, Jihyun?!”
He glanced up at you in surprise, taking in your pouting face.
“Ahh!! I’m so sorry, MC! I was so focused on killing the mosquito,
I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry…” He was rambling in his apology, sounding
You smirked, then grabbed him by the collar. “Hey. I didn’t say I
didn’t enjoy it, now, did I?” you whispered huskily into his ear. You watched
as Jihyun’s ears turned pink from embarrassment.
(Meanwhile, Seven was listening from the monitor. He whistled
lowly upon hearing your words. “Damn. Kinky,” he muttered. Too bad Jihyun had
broken his bug, or else he would’ve loved to see what happened next.)
what happens after they both figure it out??? do they pine they definitely pine but??? more hcs please? i love you
i love you too dear anon this is for you
i’m not sure entirely how it would first go, but i imagine they’re laying around and keith is really intensely playing with lance’s fingers (like really intensely he looks like he’s trying to x-ray vision them u ok there buddy?)
and lance is just watching him and it hits him full force his heart literally starts aching and he just pulls his hand away
keith is confused for a second and kind of like :’( until lance cradles his jaw and says in a slightly trembling voice “can i kiss you right now?”
the answer is yes
they try to hide it for a while because they’re afraid it might mess up the team dynamic
except they try hiding it by not touching each other as much,, which is when they realize how much they were touching each other and they’re both like “how did we even go this long without realizing?”
shiro eventually asks if something is wrong between them because he notices they’re standing apart a lot (on a separate note have you noticed how often these two are standing next to each other in canon it’s like they’re drawn to each other i’m fjdsal;k)
keith, smooth as ever, just blurts out “I KISSED HIM”
shiro is a little surprised but he just smiles softly and is like “that’s great, keith. i already thought you had, though?”
keith: did EVERYONE know except us???
they’re teenagers you know,, so they’re always all over each other
keith’s hair is literally always a mess
sometimes it’s braided but it half falls apart because lance can’t stop running his hands through his hair when they’re kissing
keith, mumbling into lance’s mouth: you’re ruining your work
lance: worth it
someone knocks on the door once and they scramble to put their shirts on and open it like “hey, nothing interesting happening here!” except,, they’re wearing the wrong shirts,, a mess
or,, hunk, peering at keith’s neck very closely: dude, what are those purple marks? are you ok? they look like bruises?
keith, flustered and tugging at his collar: NOTHING IT S NOTHING just my… galra genes!!! yeah!! my galra-ness kicking in!! you know how it is!!
lance unabashedly flirting over the coms
they’re literally so sappy and cheesy all the time. they’re that couple that has an entire conversation using eye contact and forgets to explain what’s going on to the rest of the team
lance pretty much moves in keith’s bedroom. keith pretty much steals all his shirts and doesn’t have to feel guilty about it anymore (he had like 5 already and when lance finds them he won’t leave him alone about it)
Lance needed to talk to somebody. It was all getting too much. The loneliness, the homesickness, the insecurities. He was often finding himself wandering the halls at night after waking up from a nightmare (they were all about his family thinking Lance had abandoned them, leaving without so much as a goodbye and his place in the team). He always kept it to himself. He would put on a mask everyday and pretend everything was fine. He would put his teammates’ feelings and problems before his own. Oh, you’re feeling sad? Here’s a corny joke/pick-up line for you! You did something incredible? Let me tell you how cool and talented you are. And he was fine with that. It made him happy to know that he was helping his team, even if they didn’t realize it. But he had finally took all he could. The bottle where he tucked away all his insecurities and feelings was about to explode, and if it did, the clean up would be messy. He just needed to talk…but to who? He didn’t want to tell Shiro or Keith or the other paladins; he didn’t want them to view him as weak. And especially not Allura. What if he told her and she started to doubt his position as the Blue Paladin? He did that enough himself. So that left one person.
Lance found Coran messing with their Altean map. Lance smiled softly. Yeah, I can talk to Coran. He won’t judge me or tell anyone. I can trust him. He thought. “Hey, Coran.” “Lance, my boy! What brings you here?” “I uh, was just wondering if I could talk to you for a bit, if you don’t mind.” “Of course not! I’m just recalibrating and updating this map. It is 10,000 years old after all! Go ahead! I’m all ears!” Lance chuckled softly and shook his head. Yeah, Coran was his best (and only) choice. Lance walked over to a window, glancing at the foreign stars passing them, which only made him more homesick. Lance sighed. Where should he start? “Well..I guess I’m not feeling like myself lately. It’s my own fault really. I kept all of this bottled up, thinking I couldn’t talk to anyone, but…it’s a relief I can get it out now.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t think I belong here. I feel like I’m not needed, that I’m just here because you have to have somebody pilot Blue. What do I even contribute to the team? I’m not a computer whiz like Pidge, an amazing engineer like Hunk, nowhere near as talented of a pilot or fighter like Keith, or a strong leader like Shiro. All of them have a thing. It makes them special, an important part of the team. And you and Allura know all about the castle, so you pretty much protect us and give us a home. But what do I do? What if I don’t have a thing. Sure Shiro called me ‘sharpshooter,’ but is that really a talent? With a couple of training sessions, anybody could do that. I don’t provide anything to give to the team, to make us stronger. I-I’m not special. I don’t feel special. I’m just the fifth wheel. Seventh if you count you and Allura. And that’s the worst wheel to be. I hate to ask this, but I have to know..am I important Coran? To the team? To anyone? Am I just here because you had to have an extra pilot to form Voltron? Do you guys even like me, or do you just tolerate me because you have to? Am I just the quirky idiot just here for laughs, who can never take anything seriously?” Lance glanced to the floor, eyes glued to his feet. “Am I…replaceable?” Lance was answered with silence. He turned to face to Altean, whose brows were furrows in concentration at a certain planet. “….Coran?” Coran jumped and turned around quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry my boy! I guess I got a little too distracted with the map. What were you saying? I’m afraid I missed it.” Lance inhaled sharply, and forced a shaky grin. “It’s okay, Coran. It was nothing important anyways.” With that, Lance turned on his heels and headed straight to his room, not bothering to wipe away the hot tears that ran down his flushed cheeks.
Summary: Even had insisted they spend the night before their wedding apart, because he’s dramatic as fuck, but he ends up calling Isak anyway. Isak doesn’t even try to hide how endeared he is.
Isak groans as he adjusts the pillow under his head for the thirtieth time that night. It’s the first time in weeks he’s had to fall asleep without Even, and it’s fucking with him bad. Once upon a time, he thought he’d outgrow this urgent need to have Even next to him, touching him, just being with him always. But after a year together, he feels the exact same desperate ache for Even as he had when they first met—when real love, the kind that comes naturally with Even, still felt like a fleeting fantasy. He’s more or less accepted that forever is in his grasp now, but being without him when Isak could so easily drive over to Even’s parents’ place and crawl into his bed, still feels like the worst kind of self-inflicted torture.
He’d whined to Jonas about it for a good two hours earlier, until Jonas had threatened to hand over best man duties to Magnus instead. Isak had been scared enough to shut the fuck up, but not he’d just pouted silently instead. “I can’t wait until Even marries you, this whole engagement has brought out the clingiest, sappiest parts of both of you,” Jonas had complained.
“Do you really think that it’ll get better after we get married?”
Jonas considered this for a moment, before burying his head in his hands. “Fuck, it’ll be even worse.”
Minhyun is a resilient, brave and motivated individual who always strives to be the best version of himself that he can be. Minhyun is a champion who works hard to overcome stigmas, replacing comments like ‘worst dancer’ to 'he dances really well!!’ He is diligent, diplomatic and most of all pure at heart; Minhyun’s kindness knows no bounds.
There’s a reason he gained so many fans whilst on Produce 101 and it’s not just because of his visuals but because he overcame adversity and he fought and he showcased his talents elegantly. Even when he falters and he stumbles, Minhyun gets back up again and carries on. It’s what he always has done. Minhyun knows how to handle difficult situations tactfully so that there is the best outcome for everyone, not just himself.
Minhyun thinks about others a lot and his selfless nature is what the other NU'EST members have always appreciated. He gives to others more of him than he even realises. He’s thoughtful and considerate but most importantly-Minhyun is always positive. When things get hard, he goes headfirst with a positive attitude. In NU'EST, he is the 'happy virus’. He is a beacon of light and he shines radiantly, whatever he does.
When Minhyun is upset, when something is bothering him, it’s not always obvious but sometimes there are tell tale signs. He might go quieter or he might come across a little reserved…but he doesn’t bottle things up because he knows he’s loved and he knows he has people he can turn to. Minhyun understands himself well. He can keep himself together even when he’s having a hard time. It’s not that he doesn’t want to show weakness, it’s more like he doesn’t want to burden others by showing an unhappy side, so he channels it healthily into exercise and hobbies. When he is alone, he can unravel himself and simply 'be’ and that’s why he likes going to movies alone or reading novels quietly in his room.
Every so often though, he will seek the company of a friend and that’s when he turns to the other members. Minhyun likes playing games with the other NU'EST members and watching movies with them and learning more about musical composition with them and joking around with them and eating ramen with them and going on spontaneous adventures with them and learning new languages with them and-
Minhyun needs all of NU'EST.
Even though he initially became a part of NU'EST, somewhere down the line NU'EST became a part of him. Knowing that promoting in 'Wanna One’ means being away from the other NU'EST members isn’t just sad because he’s being away from his brothers, but he’s going to be away from those people he has leaned on for support for the past 6-8 years. Ever since they were trainees, Pledis Boys worked hard together at a young age and formed a strong, honest bond of love and compassion for one another. Promoting without the NU'EST members, being apart from them for 2 years will be like losing a huge part of himself…and to be the leader of another group? It’s inconceivable especially when Minhyun has only followed JR diligently since the start.
The only other time Minhyun cried so openly is when JR wrote a letter during a Japanese live about how sorry he was that he hadn’t done enough for NU'EST and ㄴㅇㅅㅌs. Minhyun cried then because JR was vulnerable, upset and feeling shameful about his lack of leadership when Minhyun knew all too well how hard JR works for everyone. Minhyun doesn’t cry for himself, he cries for others. Seeing the people he cares for and loves deeply suffer hurts him most.
Minhyun cried today, not for himself but for his fellow NU'EST members.
Today, we saw Jonghyun, Minki and Dongho eliminated from the final Produce 101 season 2 line up whilst Minhyun achieved 9th place. Minhyun cried not for his own achievement but because he had to stand there, alone, whilst his fellow members cheered his success on whilst hurting inside. He was miserable because he felt like he had cheated them by succeeding even though we all know how hard he worked and how well he has done to gain more recognition. He felt like he didn’t deserve to be there without the other NU'EST members. He was vulnerable today, the most vulnerable we’ve ever seen him.
Minhyun doesn’t do crying…not unless someone he loves is suffering.
If you’ve supported NU'EST and Minhyun so far, I hope you’ll continue to support them all, whatever the uncertain future holds. Let’s continue to help ALL of NU'EST rise. Purchase and stream their songs on places like Mel0n and Genie, buy physical copies from places that contribute to the Hanteo chart, watch their music videos, share their music with others, share your experiences with NU'EST with others-just use this opportunity to spread as much love about NU'EST as you possibly can because during this fragile period, this is the best thing we can do.
Let’s prevent Minhyun from suffering and crying again…let’s not let any of NU'EST have a reason to cry again…
Sorry but am I the only one SOBBING after Louis' interview???? So much of it just hurt my heart but a lot of it just made me even prouder and jfc I have too many emotions rn pls tell me I'm not alone
…I mean…I liked the pictures?
I’ve been thinkin about this a lot. So I’m going to elaborate.
When it comes to just about anything to do with Louis this is 100% me
And while there were definitely parts of the interview that had me wanting to cry in a very not so cool way, a lot of it just didn’t quite sit well with me. I’m not surprised with how they’re marketing Louis, since this is the same incompetent “team” that’s been behind his PR for years, but the content of the interview just had me like
Let’s focus on the positive for a moment…he looks incredible.
But then as you start to add headlines to these photos it’s gets a bit…eh
Louis is so incredibly talented as both a a singer and songwriter and this narrative is disappointing because when you’re trying to launch someone’s solo SINGING career, exactly what good does it do to begin a headline with “Not the best singer”?
Which is why when people praise this article saying how great it is I’m like
There are certainly very honest and raw moments in this article, and I do think it was well written. The parts of actual dialogue are gripping, but the way in which they’re framed sells Louis short in my opinion. I can’t sit here and say, “Wow this part was great and I’m just going to ignore all the other bits that kind of stuck out as odd to me.”
They are using the same, and I mean the EXACT same, marketing tactics that they used with One Direction.
They’ve always tried to sell him as this working class Donny lad figure, which I’m pretty sure is why his relationship with Jamie Vardy has been so heavily publicised (aside from the rumours that he’ll play him in the biopic), but they’ve really made it sound like if he hadn’t made it into One Direction that he’d be mining coal somewhere right now…
And as ever, his image is tightly wound around a heterosexual “he’s taken” narrative.
The difference between the use of “girlfriend” and “partner” is significant in that it implies permanence and adding fatherhood to that really shows how aggressively they’re veering away from targeting a young female audience demographic in terms of traditional marketing. They managed to put all that information into this article without any actual words from Louis.
The unfortunate thing about this article, is that the two things Louis actually talked about the least are now becoming the focal point of the narrative.
Like, okay. We get it. He is doing the sex with the women. And all these seemingly random pap shots and snapchat cameos are suddenly coming out of the woodwork and they still can’t get a new quote about it…
What concerns me is that they’ve used their first opportunity to market Louis’ solo career this way. The end of the article is oddly dark and unsettling…
What the hell even was that? Like a pat on the back and a “Good luck kid,” as he chain smokes into the sunset? The vibe was very
And yeah, there have been some aggressive injustices in Louis’ life, no one should have to lose their mother that young and that suddenly, and I thought that part of the article was extremely well handled and verbalised. But, as someone who has appreciated Louis’ talent for years now, this article really didn’t have to make his insecurities the focal point. He didn’t have to diminish his existing collaborations by saying that he couldn’t get “big names” in the studio with him, therefore now isolating himself from pretty much everyone in the music industry. And the fact Simon Cowell got a nod in the article was like, “Hi! I’m a red flag!”
Like, Jesus Christ, he was put in a boy band, not sent to war. And if you’re telling me that Simon Cowell can’t pick up the phone and get big name writers into a room with Louis Tomlinson then I don’t know what to say. What bothers me the most is that this entire article sounds like a regurgitated speech from Simon Cowell that he probably used to manipulate Louis over the past five years. Despite his HUGE fan base, which has made him the most engaged with celebrity on Instagram, someone is still telling Louis he isn’t a frontman, when he has a global audience telling him the exact opposite. This article makes it sound like Syco is taking some kind of chance on one of the most successful musicians of the last decade. Louis wrote more of One Direction’s songs than any other member and there’s absolutely no reason to make his debut album sound more dramatic than Dunkirk. Like, “In a world where no one believed in him…Louis Tomlinson had to learn to believe in himself…COMING SUMMER 2017!”
Ugh. It just…
Anyway, I’m crying in a cool way over how gorgeous Louis looks here as a dramatic cat lady.
And now it’s time to sashay away. Thanks for listening!
Draco using the toaster. Poptarts fly out. Draco ends up on top of something and stays there till Harry comes home.
“Don’t move, Potter!”
“Er– what?” Harry had just come home and had been about to step into the kitchen when he heard his boyfriend’s anxious directive.
“I said, don’t move! The second you move, that awful muggle contraption you insisted on buying will attack. Trust me. I’ve already become its victim.”
“What are you even–” Harry cut himself off as, rounding the corner, he caught sight of Draco lying very still on top of the island in the center of their kitchen. He was staring intently across the room at the shiny red toaster, from which protruded two garishly pink–
“Are those Pop Tarts?” Harry asked incredulously. He had no idea where Draco could have possibly come by the sugar-filled American snacks. Nor why Draco, who was still suspicious of all things Muggle, might have considered actually eating one.
“I said not to move, Potter!!”
Harry couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up at Draco’s ridiculousness. He was still laying perfectly still on the counter. “What happened?”
“Stop walking at it! It’s vicious! I put in one of those awful-looking things, and then I pushed down on the little black part just like you showed me. And I stood there and waited! And waited! And the inside started to change colours—and I think Weasley must have convinced it to support the Canons because it was hideously orange—but no matter how long I stared, nothing was happening! So I moved to get my wand and then BANG! The THINGS flew out and right for my face. My face, Potter. And if you don’t cease your laughter right this minute I swear–”
“Sorry, sorry!” Harry gasped, forcing himself to take the situation seriously. “And how did you end up on the island?”
“Well… I don’t really remember. But the time I realised what was happening, I was already laying here, and I didn’t want to risk moving again.”
“Right,” Harry said. “Well, as you can see, I’m moving and am miraculously unscathed by the things. The toaster is perfectly safe.”
Draco looked highly suspicious, but still somehow found the courage to sit up and slip off the counter. “I want that thing out of our house, Potter! If you think it’s so safe, I suppose you won’t mind if I just leave you to defeat it on your own.”
With that, Draco turned up his nose and stomped out of the kitchen. Probably going off to check for wounds, Harry thought as his lips turned up into an amused smile.
He was just making his way over to unplug the toaster—Draco’s word was all but law, so he had no choice but to get rid of it now—when his cell phone rang.
“Harry, mate!” It was Ron. “Did Malfoy use the toaster yet?” He sounded full of anticipation.
“The…” Harry sighed as he realised that his boyfriend might not be so ridiculous after all. “Ron. What did you do?”
Harry could somehow hear Ron’s grin over the phone. “Oh, you know. Nothing much. Charmed it to turn orange when he tries to use it. Harmless.”
“Well… George did say there might be a few… side effects—”
“Side effects like it attacking my boyfriend’s face?”
Ron laughed shamelessly. “Oh, Merlin, they went for his face?! Oh that’s priceless!”
“Ron! You can’t do that! You know he doesn’t understand Muggle things! How did you get him to try it out anyway?”
“Oh, it was easy! Just gave him some of those Pop Tart things and told him they were your favourite snack,” Ron answered offhand.
Harry’s heart clenched unexpectedly with a wave of affection for his boyfriend. Which was quickly followed by a wave of guilt for laughing at him after all he’d tried to do was make Harry what he’d thought was his favourite snack.
“Ron, I’ve got to go. And you two need to stop your ridiculous prank war. You know if you really do hurt Draco’s face, I’ll never be able to forgive you.”
Ron made a gagging noise. “Gross, mate. Go be a champion for Malfoy’s face somewhere else. I’ll stop hexing your toaster when he stops confunding me every time I go to the bathroom at work.”
Harry smiled. “Fair enough. I’ll see what I can do.”
He hung up the phone and walked over to the toaster, unplugging it and shoving it into a plastic bag. Then he went to find his boyfriend, who was reclining on the sofa reading a copy of Witch Weekly, which Harry was very aware by now was definitely also for Wizards, Potter.
Harry quirked the corner of his mouth and held up the sack full of offensive appliance. “I thought I could go by Ron’s tomorrow on my lunch break to see about dropping this off and charming it to look like his old toaster?” he tried.
And succeeded. Draco’s face broke into a very satisfied grin. “This is why I love you, Potter.”
Harry’s grin developed into a full-on smile. He plopped down on the sofa, held up the sad excuse for a pastry he had taken from the toaster and offered, heedless of Draco’s increasingly disapproving expression, “Pop Tart?”
Hello! I'd like to make a request, but I'm not sure how you'd write it. Could you do the RFA+ Saeran reacting to if they were getting hot and heavy with MC and another member walked in on them? Thank you so much!
i added V because why not and thank you for the request !1!1
mucho love ೃ༄*
sorry some are longer than others i suck
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♥ He begged you to go to a LOLOL convention for weeks and finally you gave in
♥ After hours of walking around you grew bored and horny
♥ Last night he left you on edge as you were about to climax when an important RFA conference call came up
♥ You’ve been edgy ever since
♥ “Please…“ you begged into his ear. For the past thirty minutes you wanted to run off somewhere
♥ Finally he listened
♥ “Couldn’t wait till we got home?”
♥ He’d try so hard to take control of the kisses it’d turn you on more, but this poor baby couldn’t keep up
♥Messy neck kisses
♥His wandering hands finally get into your pants and past your panties
♥Trying to moan his name but can’t even speak making him almost self destruct
♥"I’m so close.”
♥ Just as you were tipping over the edge, the door swings open revealing a red head
♥"There you guys are- AAAH MY BEAUTIFUL EYES” Seven plays LOLOL too. Seven wanted to meet up with you guys when he found out you both were going.
♥Seven runs away red as his hair leaving Yoosung more embarrassed than you
♥Still not satisfied till you get home where he makes up it up to you four times
♥ Zen wanted practice for his romantic lines and wanted it with you so he could make the story come to life, you of course agree
♥ “If you want me then why are you with him?” He says his line leaning closer and closer
♥ Kissing soon leads into make out session in his dressing room
♥ He sits back on the couch and pulls you on top him
♥ Feeling the beast underneath you makes you a mess
♥ Zen grips your waist and helps you grind down on him causing little moans to emanate from you
♥ “I can’t take this…” beast unleashed He groans before flipping you underneath him and grinds hard and fast, hard for you to keep up with
♥ “Ah Hyun~” fuck he gone
♥ This would’ve been a good time to remember Jaehee was stopping by for Zen to sign her new CD
♥ “Hello Zen?” Jaehee’s eyes widen in horror, “SORRY Y/N, Zen!” Before running away flustered
♥ Later, she’d scold you both for being reckless of his image.
♥Knowing Jaehee better than anyone, you know her schedule is so hectic because someone *cough* mista trustfundkid *cough* who gives her useless projects all the time so you decided to bring her lunch knowing she’d forget to eat
♥ She’d be very surprised and happy and try to explain her current project leaving you confused as ever
♥ She’d try so hard to make you understand
♥ You’re leaning over the papers and get distracted on her lips rather than the cat project she was rattling off about
♥ Swoop, you kiss, taking Jaehee off guard
♥ Kisses so good she forgets where she is
♥ You unbutton her blouse and leave hickeys across her chest
♥ Small Jaehee moans
♥Fogged up glasses
♥ “Jaehee do you have those cat reports I was, Oh,” Jumin stops, “I’ll come back later…”
♥ Jaehee is s u p e r embarrassed
♥ “I’m so unprofessional.”
♥ You apologize with a bubble bath later
♥ Jumin would randomly want to throw dinner parties for friends and colleagues
♥ Tonight was one of those nights
♥ You were trying on dresses for it when you put on a beautiful slim fitting, maroon dress that made you look hotter than hell.
♥ “No.” You hear Jumin and see him shaking his head is disapproval
♥ “What’s wrong?”
♥ “Only I’m allowed to see you in stuff like that.” He stated before walking away thinking that was the end of it
♥ It wasn’t
♥ Who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t wear? After he had ignored you for the past week, being a little tease seemed fun
♥ When guests started arriving you stepped out of your room and began greeting people
♥ You could feel his glare from across the room
♥ “Y/N, you look stunning.” Zen complimented.
♥ “Thank–” Jumin comes out of nowhere bumping into you, spilling wine on you.
♥ “Whoops, silly me,” Jumin tightly smiled before whisking you away from confused Zen, “Let’s get you changed.”
♥ When your alone Jumin attacks daddy jumin mode
♥ “That.” Kiss “Dress.” Kiss “Was.” Kiss “Expensive.”
♥ “I’ll buy you thousands more.”
♥ Your wine-stained, dress was soon pooled around your waist
♥ Jumin threw your panties across the room
♥ No time for foreplay he is inside you
♥ He starts ruthlessly pounding away
♥ “Hey Y/N I want to ask- AHHH NEVERMIND!” Zen screams and slams the door in record time.
♥ “Jumin, are you smiling?”
♥ You knew Seven was busy on an important case and wanted to do something special
♥ Trying to think of food you could make was hard
♥ You can’t exactly cook well
♥Deciding on pancakes seemed easy enough
♥ They weren’t
♥ Seven stepped out of his office looking for some Dr.Pepper and saw the kitchen covered in Bisquick and broken eggs
♥ “What happened?“ He’d make fun of you, but he wasn’t that much better at cooking either
♥ "I wanted to make you food, you’re so busy.” You sigh and we’re genuinely disappointed
♥ Seeing this Agent 707 Defender of Justice immediately goes with plan cheer up your girlfriend
♥ "Y/N” He grabs your chin making you look up at him, “All I want eat is you.”
♥ Right before kissing you he’d throw flour in your face
♥ “Really Seven?”
♥ He quickly kiss you to prevent the inevitable war
♥ One swift motion, you were on the messy counter and Seven was in between your legs
♥ Feeling his hardness against you made you even more turned on
♥ “S-Saeyoung.” Hearing his real name come from you… he’d die
♥ Your pants disappeared and he began leaving kisses in between your thighs
♥ He kiss everywhere except where need him
♥ “Don’t tease me~~” You’d pout, making him give in
♥ “I got groceri- Oh dear lord in the kitchen!” Saeran screamed before abandoning the groceries still screaming “The kitchen!” over and over.
♥V had an opening for his first photo gallery and was nervous as to if it would succeed
♥You knew it would but it seemed like he needed a confidence boost
♥You knew just the way to do it
♥You took him to the private office in the gallery and got busy
♥He was reluctant at first
♥"Y/N Are you sure? Anyone could walk in…“
♥"I locked the door.” At least you thought you did.
♥Finally he pulled you onto the desk and boy he worked fast
♥Too many kisses to keep up
♥That led into a make up session that got heated very quickly
♥Where’d his pants go ? Where’d your bra go?
♥He was already rock hard and you slide in front him, wanting to please him
♥Right as he groaned when you put him in your mouth the door swings open
♥You hit your head on the desk
♥Girlish scream and retreating footsteps equal Yoosung
♥"My office doesn’t have lock.“ Sudden realization.
♥At least the gallery went well1!1!
♥ After months of getting help and gaining trust of the RFA members Saeran was officially invited into the RFA
♥ He helped you so much and the day of the party was finally here
♥When you entered the banquet hall Saeran immediately latch himself on you
♥"Can we leave?“ Ten minutes in.
♥"Please? I’ll make you feel good when we get home.”
♥He was horny and anti social
♥After more of his complaints you strike a bargain
♥"How about we go upstairs for little then come back down.“
♥Didn’t need to tell him twice
♥Once you reach an empty room he is all over you
♥Aggressive kisses, not that you mind
♥He began kissing down your neck until he reached your sweet spot making you moan
♥”Be quiet, don’t want anyone to hear.” he said before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.
♥Saeran pinned you under him and grinded down leaving you a mess
♥Both your clothes came off at one point
♥Mid make out the door swings open
♥ “Well, this is not the correct room.” Jumin swings right back around and leaves.
♥ “I thought you locked the door!”
♥ “I thought you did!”
♥ Saeran got up locked the door, and continued where you left off.
Shiro never thought he would be that person. A person like that, he had always said, was absolutely awful. And yet here he was, sitting in front of his boyfriend and saying those disgusting words.
“Lance,” He murmurs gently, looking down at his hands quietly which sat limply in his lap. “I… I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I don’t love you anymore.
“I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”
The words stabbed through the other man’s chest like a knife, leaving him gently gasping for air. Tears bubbled up in his blue eyes, making Shiro’s heart ache with the want to just reach up and comfort him, to wrap his arms around him and hold him.
But he knew he couldn’t do that, not after what he just said. Not after what he just did. “I.. I had a feeling,” Lance finally spoke, surprising Shiro a bit as he watched the younger man scrub his eyes with his sleeves. “I didn’t want it to be true, but..”
“But?” He pressed before he could stop himself, fighting the urge to scoot closer.
“But I understand. If it will make you happy being with him, then that’s fine. I don’t want to keep you in a relationship that’ll make you miserable, you know?” He gives a dry chuckle, a sob caught in his throat as tears dripped onto his shirt.
He had seen the way Shiro’s gaze slowly lost it’s happy light each time he looked at Lance. He saw the way he gazed at him. Coming in second yet again like this really hurt. But he only wanted Shiro to be happy. It was his fault for getting so attached.
“So go ahead and go after him, okay? I hope he gives you what I couldn’t.”
“Lancey..” It was Shiro’s turn to tear up at his boyfriend’s– no, ex-boyfriend’s– words. He was so mature, handling this so well even though Shiro just broke his heart. His chest ached with emotion as he slowly reached up for Lance’s cheek.
His hand was stopped short as the smaller boy grabbed his wrist gently and shook his head, pushing it away. “That’s… That’s a bad idea. And please don’t call me that anymore. Just Lance o-okay? We can still be friends though, Shiro.”
Hearing this from his once shining blue boy, hearing Lance call him Shiro instead of Takashi, especially ‘Kashi like he used to, hurt more than he was willing to admit. It was too late to take it back. Lance was letting him go after he already had. And now Shiro had the urge to grab back on.
But.. He couldn’t. The rope was already frayed and ruined. Useless.
“Yeah… Yeah, sorry, you’re right.” He nods gently and turns his gaze away slightly to avoid Lance’s teary, red-rimmed blues. He did this to him. It was his fault.
“Well, I’ll get my stuff out then. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” Lance replies with a strained smile, tugging the blanket off his legs and quickly standing to avoid any more awkwardness between them. This was just how things had to be. He knew it was coming eventually.
They always found someone better.
Watching Lance go had to have been the hardest part of it all. Knowing that it was truly over, watching the boy who had brought him so much happiness, watching the boy who had helped him through so much leave without so much as a goodbye was painful.
It wrenched his heart and made his chest ache, made tears start to slip down his cheeks before he even realized he was crying.
But he chose this.
He no longer had feelings for Lance. He fell in love with Keith. He loved Keith, and Keith loved him too.
This was what he wanted.
No, it wasn’t. After a long period of time, a good 6 months into his and Keith’s relationship, he had made his way into a coffee shop, their hands intertwined.
He hadn’t spoken to Lance in 3 months now. They had grown apart after the breakup, and it seemed to go unspoken between them that they both needed to go their separate ways. He was thoroughly over the Cuban boy.
Yet what he saw in that shop made his heart drop to his stomach.
There was Lance, sitting across from a man with long silvery hair, laughing and smiling lightheartedly. The sight of it nearly brought tears to his eyes.
And then there were the hands. Their fingers were laced together upon the table for all to see, placed right next to their coffee cups while they chatted.
‘That’s where my fingers used to fit, right between his.’ He thinks, fighting back wave after wave of emotion. ‘He used to laugh like that with me.’
If Lance had seen them, he made no show of it. He just continued to smile and laugh and joke with this mystery man while Shiro and Keith ordered. And while they sat. And while they drank.
Each moment felt like an hour, sipping on his black coffee. He could still imagine what it was like to listen to Lance give the barista his complicated order, watch her roll her eyes and turn to him, and then order his own black coffee.
Each time it would earn a giggle and a nudge from Lance. ‘Heh, what a simple man.’ He would say before paying for it himself and waiting patiently.
He could imagine the smell as Lance received his double espresso-vanilla-hazelnut-skinny-thing, imagine their fingers intertwined as they just sat together and read books or chatted about the latest.
Things were different with Keith. Keith expected conversation but made no effort to make it. He was gruff and rash, and simple like him. Usually, that’s what made them work. That should make them work. But they still had their falling outs.
They still fought, argued over petty things, sometimes someone ended up on the couch. That was normal.
‘I need to stop thinking about this.’ He tells himself quickly, sipping on his drink while Lance and mystery man got up and left without even a single glance his way. In a sense, it almost… Hurt.
Sure, he had moved on, but seeing Lance happy with someone else hurt. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was just still too fresh in his mind.
That’s what he wanted to tell himself, at least.
In his spare time, Shiro had gained the habit of semi-stalking his ex-boyfriend, checking his pages constantly to see what he was up to. Photos of them together, videos of them together, statuses and bios with each other…
It honestly hurt. He put himself through this pain. For what? He didn’t really know.
Maybe it was punishment for hurting the boy he still loves.