the entitlement that gay white women feel they have over women of color (especially brown women) and our bodies and the fact they defend and consume racist stereotypes and caricatures of us in their fan content while also harassing real live people saying shit like “i want you to beat me up till i can’t walk anymore” in the notes of a simple selfie is honestly disgusting and has been need to stop.
we aren’t your playthings, we aren’t your pets, we aren’t just inanimate objects that you can dehumanize and fetishize. grow up, take accountability, and learn that.
The thing about being hyper-empathetic, Nursey thinks, is that you expect everyone to care as much as you do. You expect everyone to be able to read your emotions or understand how things will make you feel, because you can do the same for them. You expect people’s decisions to be emotionally-driven, because yours always are.
Nursey can handle being overly empathetic when it means he can understand how others are feeling and help them. He can handle it when he gets to share in others’ joy and pride and happiness. He can even handle it when he cries at commercials.
He can’t handle it when it gets his heart broken.
Well, maybe ‘broken’ isn’t the right word. He doesn’t think he’s had his heart totally broken yet. It’s more like little tiny scratches and bruises that he acquires every day, every time someone forgets to include him in something, every time someone cancels last-minute on plans he was really looking forward to, every time he says something and is ignored. Every time he puts a piece of himself out there, hoping for someone to see that it’s him looking for a connection, and gets nothing in return. He should learn that not everyone is as emotionally driven as he is, that not everyone can empathize like he automatically does, but it’s been twenty years now and his heart is still tricking him into trying over and over and over again.
“Today in my lecture, my professor,” Nursey starts, but trails off as Holster and Ransom jump into a story. They’re across the table so there’s no way they heard him, but they’re always loud enough to encompass the whole table with their conversation. It’s not a big deal. They don’t even know they’re doing it. It’s just another little scratch.
He feels a kick against his shin and snaps his head up, meeting Dex’s eyes.
“What did your professor do in lecture?” he asks, eyebrows raised and eyes meeting Nursey’s like he’s genuinely interested.
“Yeah, Nursey, you can’t just give us the intro and leave us hanging,” Chowder murmurs, nudging him.
This is it, he thinks, the reason his heart always talks him into trying again. Because sometimes, with the right people, it’s worth it.
Hi, I really love your Voltron Family it's just makes so happy when you update on it. I really enjoy the fact that little Lance, Hunk, and Pidge love their daddy Keith so much that they will protect him for Shiro. What I really wanted to know is if I could give you a prompt, or maybe just think of this as a question. What would happen if some guy was so obsessed with Keith that he tried to kidnap Keith at night when everyone was home? Love the Daddy Keith Protection Force.
Thank you! They really love each other a lot. Keith is a bit oblivious with other people’s advances but he is skilled in fighting!
!!!! Uh, proceed with caution. This is um… awful.
[The Voltron Family] Keith had to go back to his office late at night because he had forgotten a manuscript he was supposed to check. When he got out of the building, he made his way to the car and suddenly he felt something pierce his neck and everything went black.
Shiro and the kids were at home, all preparing to go to sleep. Keith was late. It had been almost an hour and a half. It didn’t even take that long to drive back and forth his office. Shiro was getting worried that he got his phone and tried tracking Keith. His location was in such a weird place that obviously wasn’t his workplace. The red circle just kept blinking, unmoving. Shiro felt sick at what might’ve happened as he quickly changed clothes. He moved past the kids who were by the second floor living room watching a movie and they all looked at him, puzzled.
Shiro: I want you all to stay here. I’ll go and get your Daddy Keith. Hunk: *panics* Why? What happened? Shiro: Your Dad might be in trouble. Three teens: We’re coming with you!
Keith slowly opened his eyes and he began looking around. He was in a room. A dark room that had two lamps on the side. He looked down and he saw himself lying on a bed, hands tied to the headboard and suddenly his worst nightmare was happening. He knew where this was going. His heart started beating so fast and he just wanted to see Shiro. But he knew that he had to calm down and think of a way out of this. He looked around trying to look for an exit, considering he could get himself free. There were two doors, one that lead outside and the other… it opened to reveal a man older than Keith coming out from the bathroom.
Keith wanted to die. No, no, no, no, no. Please, not me.
Old Man: Ah, you’re finally awake. Keith: What do you want? Do you want money? I can give— Old Man: *approaches the bed* Oh no. I don’t want money, Mr. Shirogane. What I want is something money cannot give. You see, I’ve been a lonely man for so long. My wife died a couple of years back and I loved her so dearly. I was passing by the area a couple of months ago and I saw you come out of your car. My wife was Japanese and you reminded me of her. Keith: *knits his eyebrows* What? Old Man: You share the same facial features with her, even the nose. Same silky black hair, same length even. *smirks* Keith: I’m a man, in case that wasn’t obvious. Old Man: Ah, indeed you are. But a man isn’t really a problem to you, is it? You’re married to a man yourself. *takes out a knife and hovers it on Keith’s jacket* So this wouldn’t be much of a— *leans over to Keith*
That was when Keith saw his opportunity. He kicked the old man in the chest with his knee really hard that the knife flew upward. Keith kicked the man again forward, making him fall off the bed and just in time for Keith to grab the knife as it fell down using his teeth. He took the knife using his feet and started to free his hands as quickly as he could.
The man was groaning in pain and then he looked up at Keith trying to escape when he shouted “Guards!” Keith’s eyes widened when he heard more heavy footsteps approaching the room and he tried slicing his one hand free even faster. As soon as his one hand was free, he grabbed the knife with his hand and worked on the other one. The old man stood up to stop him by grabbing his shoulder. Keith turned around just in time to punch the man in the face, causing him to stumble back and make his nose bleed.
Keith: That’s for drugging me. *punches the man again* That’s for kidnapping me. *another punch* That’s for tying me in bed. *one last final blow* And that’s for having the nerve to think I’d let you touch me when I’m a married man.
Keith looked down at the bleeding man and for a second he felt guilty but the man tried to do unimaginable things to him. This was all self defense and he had every right to do it. He looked at the door and he saw five men.
Keith: Fuck this. You are all making me late to my cuddle session with my husband. *both clenched fists in front of him in a fighting stance*
Shiro stopped the car to an abandoned house by the pier and the kids and him quickly got out. They ran inside the house and they saw coming down the stairs a man holding onto his other shoulder, huffing. The man looked at them.
Shiro: Keith. *covers his mouth with one hand* Three teens: Daddy Keith!! Keith: *smirks* Hey. Fancy seeing y’all here. You came to rescue me? All—
He got interrupted when a man charged at him and Keith turned around to give him two punches on the face and one strong kick to the stomach that caused the man to fly to the other side, breaking the wall in the process.
Keith: *huffs*All is good. *hands on the hip*
Pidge, Lance and Hunk just stared at their Daddy in awe. Lance had seen him punch a guy before, but other than that, no one had seen Keith literally fight someone with more than one move. Shiro on the other hand just ran up the stairs to his husband and hugged him.
That was when Keith broke down.
Keith: *clings to Shiro* *tears starts to falling* I was tied to a bed and an old man tried to— Shiro: *hugs Keith tighter* *knits his eyebrows in anger* Shhhhhsh. Keith: *whispers* I was scared. So, so, scared. When he… *sniffs* I’d rather die than… but then I thought of you, and then the kids… Shiro: *kisses Keith’s neck* I got you. We’ll report everything to the police, Keith. You did such a great job defending yourself. Keith: Six men. I fought six men and one had the audacity to land a hit on my damn shoulder. Who the hell does he think he is? *scoffs* I’m Keith Shirogane. Shiro: *smiles sadly* Indeed you are.