Title: My Future Wife, LeFou! Words: 2,456 Pairing: GastonxReader Warnings: Little Bit of Swearing A/N: Oh dear god I can’t find any Gaston stories I like so I guess I’ll just write my fucking own I guess that’s the only way I’ll ever be happy so enjoy my Luke Evans thirst
5 mile run new Boku No Hero thoughts are as follows:
this is my all-time favorite “previously on” section. it was highlighting Bakugou’s resolve to win by mashing together all the clips of him declaring his ambitions but because its Bakugou it was actually justa 2 minute montage of Bakugou fucking screaming
Todo acts naive but i doubt that more and more each day with the number of sick fucking burns he’s gotten in at people, case in point:
Bakugou: -storms on in to Todo’s room and starts yelling at him.- Todo: Hey Bakugou :))) you know what this reminds me of? :))) That guy you fucking hate. :))) Except he did this better. :)))) You really cant ever live up to him can you :)))))))
Bakugou calls Todoroki “IcyHot” in the dub and I watched the dub today specifically in hopes that he’d call him IcyHot again and he DID.
I’m not done with this scene because the PHRASING HAD ME IN STITCHES–Bakugou stormed in like “Hey IcyHot, is this how you fucking treat your opponents!?” while blowing up Todo’s table. And Todo responded with “That’s what Midoriya said too…” I dont think Deku said it quite like that, Todo. But too late now I can’t stop picturing:
Deku voice: “Hey you stupid piece of shit sore-muscle hot-and-cold sports pack you better fucking look at me while i stand here and break all my fingers and yell, because fuck you, you fucking icepack.”
Bakugou his table
His table Bakugou
This is the screamiest Bakugou’s been to date, I’m glad for him
ominous BOOM noises from inside the iceberg
dub!Sero called Bakugou a “moleman” and i want the world to know that Bakugou’s been canonically called a “moleman”. Moleman Bakugou.
Bakugou, grabbing Todo by the hair and piledriving him into the ground: “GIT FUCKING GUD, ICYHOT”
Aizawa: -provides commentary on the strategy, strengths, and weaknesses of the children’s fighting techniques- Present Mic: -sees Todo surfing on an ice wave and says “Looks like fun!!!”-
Bakugou: “Use your full power IcyHot! I want the world to know you’re trying to destroy me!! THIS MEANS NOTHING IF I CAN’T SURPASS DEKU!!” Deku: (Regina George voice) Why are you so obsessed with me?
Bakugou, or better known by his full name, Katsuki “Fidget Spinner” Bakugou
Bakugou: -screams incoherently for 20 minutes trying to rile Todo up- Todo: … Deku: -says one thing- Todo, heart racing, palms sweaty: holy fuck. holy shit. thats my fucking boyfriend.
Srs for a moment, I really adore and am moved by Todo’s character development here. The easy shonen answer would be for Todo to be “fixed” following his fight with Deku, but the poor kid’s sitting on like 10 years of trauma. He’s not fixed. He’s healing. And healing comes with pain and doubt sometimes.
Like I actually clutched my shirt while his fire unraveled.
Bakugou: -pulls of the coolest fucking spin projectile move in history- Bakugou: -lands like this-
IT’S HERE. THE GRANITE SLAB OF VICTORY
We are blessed with Dad Might in this house today
Todo: “My path forward isn’t as clear as I thought. There’s still someone I need to settle things with…” Todo: -steps off the podium, walks into the crowd, punches Endeavor in the face- “Fuck you Dad”
In the sub All Might calls Bakugou’s face “amazing” but in the dub he calls it “scary” and 4 years were added to my life when dub!All Might gave Bakugou the once over with the medal in his mouth and went “…still scary.”
dub!Bakugou is great here too with “I DON’T WANT THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE. KEEP YOUR TRASH AWAY FROM ME HHGNGNGHG”
I want to empahsize that several hours pass after that scene cut. It’s evening. The kids are changed back into their school uniforms AND back at the classroom. And Bakugou still has the fucking medal in his mouth. No one took it out.
me: fuck…i hope iida will be okay also me, who’s read the manga: (hes not gonna be okay)
The hospital scene makes me kinda want to take back all the making fun of Todo I did because…god fucking this poor child…he deserved so much better
Protect Mama Midoriya she deserves the world
KATSUKI YOU CAN’T WAKE UP AT NOON AND START YELLING
It was less surprising to me that she’d be affected by my pregnancy. I do think Dom was genuinely so in awe of my pregnancy, how it works, and what it did to me emotionally and physically. She was really interested in all that, so when it played out onscreen it was very honest. The questions she would ask me were hilarious. She’s always trying to be so understanding, and that all bled over beautifully into Waverly.
The scene in the finale where I gave birth was another one where we did it, and then we just had to hug and be quiet. We both were very shaken by the reality of it, especially having a real newborn baby in the scene with us. The second they put her in my arms we both started crying and it was downhill from there.
Melanie on real life bleeding into the show in regards to Mel/Wynonna’s pregnancy
What is his first scene in this movie? Well, he looks grimly out the window after seemingly having sex with a sexbot.
When I saw it my first thought was that he regrets some of his life choices. Then the focus is on Ravagers and one of them is happily walking around with his girlfriend. Then the focus is again on Yondu, who still looks somehow somber.
This gave me an idea that in that moment Yondu might regret that he didn’t find love and didn’t have a family of his own. No family = no warmth… but also no legacy in form of genes and knoweldge passed in next generation. It might have been that in that scene Yondu was feeling old and mortal.
Maybe the fact that he didn’t have a partner and child, is largely due to his past - since his own parents sold him, he had no idea how to truly love a spouse and a child. In fact, maybe because he had no idea about love (other than camraderie), the love he felt for Peter took him by surprise. And since he had no parenting model (at least one that we know of), he might have been scared of the fact that he had to raise a child himself.
Now let’s look at the speech he gives to Rocket. Before it ends on how they’re both hiding their feelings because people who made them didn’t care for them, he talks about men who act tough and push those closest them away, because of the void they feel inside. And we just know that he talks about himself there and that this attitude concerns Peter the most: Yondu keeps saying horrible things to him and only later reveals the true reason behind adopting the boy, because he doesn’t know how to handle emotions. He himself has barely any concept of parental love.
Also remember that he has to hide this parental love from his crewmembers. But in the end Kraglin finally snaps at him that he treats Quill differently; that Quill can betray them all he want and Yondu will never kill him or punish in any severe way. “Being soft” on Peter is what causes Yondu to ultimately lose his crew, because the Ravagers that didn’t turn on him, are killed. Yondu’s rough demeanor comes from fear and, unfortunely, this fear has reasonable basis.
And I also think that in this movie he thinks about how he will be remembered. At the beginning Stakar says that since Yondu broke the code, he will never be buried as a Ravager; and when he goes to save Quill and Rocket tries to stop him, Yondu says: “You gonna give me this. I never did anything good in my life.” So part of the reasons why he sacrifces himself is so he can save the only good thing he did: his adoptive son.
shiro giving up a pivotal alliance for keith // keith giving up his only connection to his family and sense of self for shiro
one (1) fond sunrise scene, three (123) fond sunset scenes, two (12) emotional green-lit scenes in the ships observatory, constituting the majority of all the emotional character building scenes in the entire series
“how many times are you going to have to save me before this is over?” // “as many timesas it takes“
sheith cameo in one of the most emotional scenes in season 4, implying that for shiro, keith was the only one he wanted to see before going on the most lengthy and dangerous mission of his life // “i put that sh– in there”
one (1) face cradle, two (12) body cradles, two (12) incredible hugs, one (1) back slap, literally so many shoulder touches and fond looks that i can’t put them all here
even if sheith is never made explicit, honestly this is more fuel than most canon romances get. and that’s to say nothing of all interviews about shiro and keith being the closest, the black lion getting from shiro what he saw in keith, keith being terrified of pushing shiro away, etc.
“We can show someone googling themselves on the internet, right?” “Well, safe search.”
“First question is for Matt.” “Oh, god. Hi.”
Matt had Raishan’s next few rounds planned before Keyleth cast the spell.
If VM hadn’t gotten to Raishan when they did, Matt considered having her leave and just be out in the world, maybe reappearing in the next campaign.
Matt on Grog’s version of beat poetry: “You just… literally beat a poet.”
Raishan was Matt’s favorite Conclave member to portray because of all the non-combat interactions
Travis grills Liam on the Superbowl after learning he spent it at a vegan Mexican restaurant drinking a spicy margarita. Liam eventually manages to pull out the word “Patriots”.
“I fucked it up, god damn you, Andrew from Crit Role Stats!”
Vax has found his family, and it’s not Syldor. He’s not looking to get closer to his dad; to him, it’s a done deal and he’s moved on.
Travis: “Hahaha, I find myself hilarious.”
Sam shows up half an hour late. “Sorry I’m late… but it’s kind of my thing.”
Liam calls out Sam for making jokes about wanting one of their characters to die… and then constantly moping in the text thread in the week after Scanlan died
Sam’s made it through the first hour of 84 so far. “I mean, I watched the part where they were saving my life and crying about me.” He did actually get choked up over Grog’s song while he was watching it at work.
Liam points out that Sam is “the worst kind of foodie” and once critiqued a picture of the pancakes Liam made for his kids.
Sam: “I think it would be fun for one of us to die. I just don’t want it to be me!”
They show an extended scene from the episode (Grog’s offering) and when they cut back Travis is chin-handsing and batting his eyelashes while everyone else pretends to be asleep
Travis gave a lot of thought to how Scanlan’s permadeath would’ve affected Grog. “Pike and Scanlan would be the two things that would just crumble him.” He spent the whole week thinking about Grog’s contribution to the ritual and practiced what he’d say whenever he had quiet moments.
If it had failed, Grog might’ve tried the deck.
Someone asks if Vax would’ve jumped in on the ritual if Kaylie hadn’t: Liam thinks Vex is closer to Scanlan than Vax is, so if Kaylie hadn’t stepped in, much as he cares about him, Vax still likely wouldn’t have stepped in because he didn’t think Scanlan would’ve answered his call.
Sam had no complicated list of demands to get Scanlan back, just how he thought it could or should go
Travis was prepared for the possibility of losing the knuckles and the belt. “He was my friend before that.”
“If the beard is unattuned–” “That is an amazing sentence.”
Scanlan will probably rethink his approach to combat, but Sam isn’t quite sure how that’s going to shake out yet
Talks Machina: It’s About Scientology
Matt re: the ashes: “Some things are just journeys in learning to trust occasionally…”
Matt suggests a post-mortem Talks Machina episode on the entire Conclave arc
Critical Role is going to WonderCon this year
Grog considers himself a talented magician and the cleverest tactician (Liam: “Sometimes that’s true.”)
If the group had gone through Scanlan’s stuff: “It would’ve mostly been weird smut.”
Everyone points out that they don’t know enough in-character to feel they should do more than just keep an eye on Scanlan for now
Travis on Groon v2: “I’M FUCKING STOKED! …I’m really excited.”
Sam doesn’t know how Scanlan was left at the end of the episode, and everyone tells him to not watch the rest of the episode so he can just find out live (”…something about pudding? I saw some strange fanart that I don’t know how to…” “Don’t worry about it.”)
After Dark: the site was down again (verrrrrry glad I’m on a free trial here, because that’s two weeks in a row), but @loquaciousquark recorded all but the first few minutes of it live and sent me the video file right after it was done, because she is magical that way.
The armor Matt wears in the opening is the armor he wore in Mythica
Sam wants to recreate Hot Pepper Gaming with Liam on their podcast. Travis wants to be the live studio audience.
Everyone discusses their various and sundry bizarre live-action turns. Expect to see people digging up clips on all social media in the next few weeks.
Sam jokes about a political arc following the Chroma Conclave. “Grog could be Speaker of the House.” Brian: “Grog has a higher intelligence than the real Speaker of the House.”
Liam’s son ran a little D&D game for him that ended with the reveal that he was making it all up as he went, which Liam figures is pretty much how D&D is supposed to go.
Grog was definitely taken aback by Vax’s sincerity—when playing Grog, Travis is constantly trying to find the joke in things, and Vax’s words were so genuine that Travis got emotional and kind of shut down and had nothing to reply with, which he figures is exactly how Grog would respond.
Kima and Allura probably would’ve survived, just because Allura had eight hours of water-breathing at her disposal, but it would’ve taken a long time before they managed to get back home (a Gilligan’s Island-type setup).
Brian goes around shaking everyone’s hands, but Travis grabs him and yanks him down with him, and then the crew starts firing nerf darts at them to end the episode.
“I’m fucking illiterate. There’s no point in doing any of this work, Y/N” Jeff sunk lower in his chair. He looked around the library, tapping his pencil at a fast rate.
He hadn’t gotten above a C in English since his freshman year, and he’d never wanted to. That was, until he’d met Y/N.
She made him want to be better, above anything else. And when she offered to tutor him in English, he dropped Clay as his tutor. At least for that subject.
“Jeff, come on. Plenty of people still get homophones mixed up. Hell, when I review my papers I have to go through two different spell check systems because I make mistakes. Okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had made, it was something he did when he was frustrated.
“Okay, they’re staring.” He looked at the table next to them, a few freshman and sophomores stared at them.
“Who cares, focus on your paper.” Y/N looked back down at her notes, she’d been doing her own homework at the same time as tutoring him. Jeff put a hand on her knee.
“I get that the wifi’s out at my house. But why can’t we go to your place again?” He laid his head down on the table so he could make eye contact with his girlfriend.
“For this exact reason. My dad’s not your biggest fan after last week. They don’t even want us alone upstairs with the door open. So the library will do.” She removed his hand from her knee.
Jeff smirked, remembering the prior week’s events.
“Maybe Clay should go back to being your only tutor. Oh, don’t give me that look, Atkins. You know I wanna help.” Y/N ran her hands through her boyfriend’s hair. He formed his lips into a pouting expression.
“Face it. I’m a lost cause. My girlfriend can’t get anything through my head. The smartest kid in school can’t get me to retain any information. I’m stupid.” He threw his pencil down and slammed his textbook shut, breathing heavily.
He believed it. He said it all the time. A C average GPA didn’t make anyone feel great. But with all of his friends being athletes, he was surrounded by those who thrived and could juggle both school work and sports.
“I’m never gonna get into college.” He said quickly, shaking his head.
“Jeff that’s not-” he continued before letting her finish, not even acknowledging that she’d begun to speak.
“No matter if I hit a home run every single time I’m up to bat this season, I won’t get into any college. Grades matter, Y/N. Being smart matters.”
He grabbed his backpack and stuffed all of his notes and his textbook into his backpack. After he jammed everything into the bag, he tried to zip it. He roughly yanked the bag around, trying as hard as he could before giving up by shoving the full bag off of the table. His hands covered his face, he was crying.
“Let’s go to the car.” Y/N grabbed his backpack, gently working the zippers until they finally shut. She swung the bag over her shoulder, keeping her messenger bag on her other shoulder.
“Come on.” She said firmly.
He scooted his chair out, getting up and walking out of the library faster than she’d anticipated. Y/N caught up with him, soon walking beside him, neither said a word.
“Sorry- I’m sorry if I made a scene.” He mumbled as the two approached his car.
“We need to talk. Even if you don’t want to.” She sighed, opening the passenger door and sliding in.
“You wanna know why I think I’m stupid?You, My own girlfriend gave up on me. Is it possible to sink lower than that?” Y/N handed Jeff his backpack, knowing that would force him to look at her.
“Why the hell would you say that?” Her eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m an idiot. What’s gonna happen when I don’t get into college? And I’m here for the rest of my life, still managing the batting cages. And you’re off at some big city actually living your life.” He was being honest about how he felt, that she knew for sure now.
“Stop it. But how the hell do you think this means I want to give up on you? I’d never. You’re giving up on yourself.” Y/N slid over the middle seat of his pick up truck and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“You don’t wanna tutor me. You can’t tutor me. I’m a lost cause, aren’t I? Even Clay gets frustrated ‘cause I can’t learn.” Jeff snaked his arm around her shoulders.
She looked at him. He knew she’d get frustrated. He knew she’d say it was untrue. But it wasn’t untrue. It just wasn’t.
“Jeff, that’s not how I meant it. I just think it’s hard to mix business with pleasure. Do you know what I mean?” She smirked at him before soothing him by drawing small circles on his hand with her thumb.
“My stupidity is too distracting to get through any actual teaching.” He stared at the peddles of his vehicle.
“You know what I think your problem is?” She sat up, staring at him with her arms folded across her chest.
“What’s that?” He looked up, smiling weakly.
“Baseball comes really easily to you. You’re a natural. Maybe I’m not a natural at sports, but I’m a natural with school. Don’t you see? We all have strengths and weaknesses and sometimes we have to work harder to accomplish certain things.” She was proud of her explanation. He just stared at her for a little while.
“Jenson’s best to help me. You’re right.” He grabbed the tips of her hair and twirled them around his fingers.
“You know what else I’m right about?” She grinned at him. He arched an eyebrow, not totally sure as to what was going to be said next.
“What’s that?” He verbally acknowledged her.
“My parents won’t know if we study at the abandoned parking lot on Lincoln instead of at the library.” She grabbed his knee the way he had grabbed hers in the library.
His eyes widened, before a shit eating grin took over his face.
“Well alrighty.” He looked behind, backing out of the school lot quickly. This was something he thought they were both naturally just fine at.
Seen this image thousands of times growing up, my uncles and the home boys running games on the table, somebody always looking outside or standing outside keeping a watchful eye on the scene, my dad would be in the kitchen usually discussing his old dope boy days while one of his protege’s is putting him on game on the present time. I felt at home during these times. my uncles always gave me game that I still translate into my daily life today. Had no idea that they were trying to stir me away from the dope game…it worked, for the most part…
Warning: heart break, cussing, and my weird writing.
A/N: I don’t really watch Evan Peters interviews and such , so I’m sorry if this isn’t the way he’ll act. ——––——–—–—–—– Flashback Calm down Y/N. You’ll be okay. You are gonna live your dream! He’ll be happy. You’ll come back. At least you’re at home and no-
I snapped out of thought when Evan tapped my shoulder.
“Are you okay babe?” Evan said to me
I looked at him and gave a light smile.
“Of course I am!” I said
“You looked scared.” He said with a frown, “Are you sure?”
“A little bit. I’m just have to tell you something.” I said putting my head down.
He grabbed my hands, “You can tell me anything and you know that.”
“Okay…” I took a deep breath, “I got the job I wanted.”
I looked up to see him smiling.
“That’s great ne-” I cut Evan off.
“It’s in England.” I said looking down.
He tried to speak words, but nothing came out.
“I’m sorry Evan…” I said on the verge of tears.
“Hey…” he said quietly, “Don’t cry. We’ll see each other soon. I can visit.” He said lifting my face up with a finger. He kissed me lightly.
“It’ll be alright…”
END OF THE FUCKING FLASHBACK BITCHES
“It’ll be alright” was the only thing floating through my mind.
“Liar…” I said as I looked at the photo.
It was him and his co-worker, Emma, kissing.
“THAT FUCKING LIAR!” I screamed as I flung a paint brush across the room.
How could he. How could he do that to me. I thought he was the one! The one who wouldn’t hurt me.
I grabbed a canvas out of a box and painted my heart out.
All I could do was paint. All I could think of was the hurt and pain running through me.
I was crying as I painted. All the colors I used expressed my emotions. Each brush stroke expressed my pain. How they were shades of blue and maroon with rough and jagged strokes. (A/N: I think that expresses sadness and anger.)
In the end it was an abstract painting of a girl on her knees crying, ripping her chest open to reveal her broken heart. Her head was tilted back and her long hair was so jagged, but it flowed down.
I smiled weakly as I signed my name. I felt a bit better, but a hole was still in my chest. I felt nothing there. Where is used to feel a pulse. Now I feel nothing there. It hurt.
I checked the time. 3:00 am. (A/N: I don’t know how to convert it.)
I just took off my clothes and slept. I was drained emotionally and physically.
-Le Next Day-
I woke up with a knock on my apartment, or flat is what they say here, door.
I got up an-
“I’m leaving today!” I said
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!
I ran to a suitcase and grabbed a shirt and sweats. I got in the restroom and did stuff.
Someone was knocking.
“THE DOOR!” I yelled with my toothbrush in my mouth. I ran to it and opened it.
“Ms. Y/L/N your ride is ready to leave.” The man said in a very thick British accent, that sounded a bit like Matthew Lewis.
“I will be down in three minutes.” I said trying to smile with a toothbrush in my mouth.
“Will you need help?” The man said.
“Yes please, but not my green bag.” I said calmly.
“Yes ma'am.” He said with a smile.
I went back to the restroom and rinsed my mouth. I packed up my toiletries, and started to think.
Where am I going to stay? I’m not going back home. I need a plan.
Maybe Y/F/N will be able to let me stay at their place.
Or you can confront him!
No little voice. I will not confront that asshole.
Fine! Suit yourself.
I’m going crazy aren’t I?
Yes. You are talking to yourself.
Maybe that little voice is right. Maybe I should talk to him. Maybe it wasn’t what I thought of. Also that I need to get checked for any mental disorders.
“Ma'am. The car is ready and so are your luggage.” The man said.
I snapped my head to him.
“Thank you.” I smiled at him politely, “I will be out.”
He nodded and left.
Time to stop thinking and relax for an hours now.
-Time Skip brought by Jimmy Dean-
So that was a lie about not thinking. I thought a lot.
About life decisions and a lot about Evan.
Was he worth my tears?
I shook the thought of my head.
Who’s picking me up?
I got my carry on from the over head compartment, and exited the plane wearily. I went to baggage claim and got my bags. The others are going to be shipped to my house. Well our house.
I sighed I turned my phone on. Should of down that earlier. Whelp!
It took a couple minutes for it to turn on, but soon all the notifications came in.
One from MySpace.
19 missed phone calls and 20 messages from him.
I texted F/N to pick me up. Even if Evan came I won’t go with that asshat.
She said she’ll be there in 46 minutes because she lived close by and no traffic.
I went to sit and relaxed.
I went to my texts and said, “We are over. Don’t look for me. Don’t speak to me. We are over.”
My fingers hovered over the send button. I breathed in and hit send. It’s over. Time down the drain. (A/N: Even my heart is hurting writing this.)
I stare at my phone noticing all these notifications. Mostly Twitter, so my curious mind decided to check.
So many people were bashing Evans and Emma. Whelp. Serves them right.
Some people say I deserved it and they saw it coming. Those soggy ass waffles.
I decided to respond.
“If I couldn’t see it coming then… How would you?” I tweeted. (A/N: Cringe)
I turned off all notifications except my essentials. Messaging and phone calls. I just muted Evan. Simple.
Break down again! It’s healthy.
Not this again.
You made me up. This is you. I’m telling you what you tell your friends. You even say it’s good advice, so why not take it.
Because I don’t want to cry anymore!
I said to the little voice with an annoyed expression.
I got my earbuds out and decided to try and relax.
I put my Spotify songs on shuffle and let relaxation take over me.
I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match
“Great.” I mumbled to myself taking a deep breath.
What a catch, what a catch Whoa You’ll never catch us So just let me be Said I’ll be fine ‘Till the hospital or American Embassy Miss Flack said I still want you back Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I’m the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you They say the captain Goes down with the ship So, when the world ends Will God go down with it? Miss Flack said I still want you back Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I’m the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you What a catch What a catch What a catch What a catch I will never end up like him Behind my back, I already am Keep a calendar This way you will always know I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I’m the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman Maybe he won’t find out what I know You were the last good thing We’re going down, down in an earlier round And sugar, we’re goin’ down swinging Dance, dance, we’re falling apart to halftime Dance, dance, and these are the lives you’d love to lead Dance, this is the way they’d love If they knew how misery loved me This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race One night and one more time Thanks for the memories Even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter Growing up, growing up I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch
I remained at the airport till my friend picked me up. I trusted them with my life, and sometimes I shouldn’t.
They took me in and they gave me everything I needed. They were great, but what lingered on my mind was.
-Time Skip: A week-
I opened the door and saw him. Why is he here!? I was about to close it, but he put his foot in the way.
“Y/N. Hear me out.” I heard her voice say softly.
I nodded slowly unsure of what to say because if I did this would be a shit show.
“The article isn’t true.” He said to me, “We were going out to lunch together after a shoot with the cast. I was whispering something in her ear because I didn’t want others to hear, of course. They photoshopped to make us look like we were kissing. I swear. I would never hurt you. You make me so happy! You make me the happiest man!” He used small hand gestures. I looked in her eyes to see if he was lying, but he wasn’t, “I love everything about you. From how your hair smells to how sweet you are! I would never ever hurt you like this. I promised you.” He said with his voice cracking in the end.
“You really didn’t do any of it?” I said quietly.
He lightly grabbed my face.
I hesitated, but I grabbed one of his hands lightly.
“I would never lie to you for something this huge. Without you I don’t feel whole. I don’t feel me without knowing I can’t protect you. It hurts knowing I hurt you. It even hurts going home because I know you aren’t there.” He said looking me in the eye.
He really wasn’t lying.
You miss him. Go to him.
At this moment I didn’t hate this voice. It was right.
“I love you.” I said hugging him.
He hugged back almost instantly.
I pulled back and dragged him into the house.
Then I started thinking as I locked the door.
I turned back to him.
“What did you say to her?” I said to him.
Now it was his turn. He hesitated.
“I told her that I-I wa-wanted to m-marry you.” He said very nervously.
My eyes widened, but I smiled.
“You want to marry me?” I said sheepishly with a blush evident on my face.
“I still do.” He said confidently.
“Is that offer still up?” I said rubbing my arm.
I just got him back and I’m asking him to basically marry me.
He smiled widely and got down on one knee.
“Will you Y/N Y/L/N become my partner-in-crime for life, even in the afterlife?” He said pulling a a black box out with a beautiful ring inside. (A/N: Imagine the ring because I don’t know your style at all.)
“Yes!” I said jumping on him.
I smashed my lips on him and he smiled into it. This kiss was a kiss that made up all the lost time.
He was my world. He made me so happy. His personality made me smile, and his looks made me smirk.
He was mine and I love him. ———- A/N: The next part will involve some naughty things.
I feel like one thing that people ignore about Keith's "You're like a brother to me" line is that (unless I'm mistaken) that is the only moment where he addresses someone in any sort of relationship with him, whether it be romantic or platonic. The only other time, i can remember, is him addressing his dad in the BoM trial and mentioning his mom leaving him in his vlog. Other than that, Shiro's the only one that is shown to be in any kind of relationship with Keith
I’ll do you one better–Keith says that in line in response to something Shiro says, which is “We’re your family.” And when he says we, yes–he means all the paladins. Caonically, this is how Keith feels about Team Voltron. They’re all his found family. But Keith’s response to that isn’t, “Yes, you all are.” Instead, he specifically focuses on Shiro, and how much Shiro means to him. So yes, he thinks of all of Voltron as his family. But there’s undeniably this special place in his heart for Shiro that just can’t be replaced.
And even though Keith also cares about his actual parents–mentioning that it was his mother’s rejection that caused him to push others away, and even thinking fondly enough of his father to hallucinate reuniting with him in the BOM. But the fact of the matter is, not even the dream of being with his parents again was enough to convince him to give up the trial. He only did that for the sake of Shiro’s safety, because “Nothing was worth Shiro’s pain.”
What’s more, Keith himself has said that Shiro is the only one who’s never abandoned him, who’s always been there for him. Not his parents, not Lance or Allura or the other paladins, it’s just Shiro that he has this intimate bond with. And that’s why it breaks my heart when people said they hoped after Shiro disappeared Lance would fill that void for Keith. Or when they edit sheith scenes to be other ships or downplay the importance of Shiro in Keith’s life. Because Keith himself has said Shiro was the only who he believed wholeheartedly cared for him and would never turn his back on him–“Shiro is the one person who never gave up on me, I won’t give up on him.”
At the end of the day, even with all the progress Keith has made with opening up to the other paladins–he still feels like Shiro is literally all he fucking has, and people still want to take even that away from him. Even though it’s his worst fear