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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 202

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Keith knew Lance was skilled in the art of cleaning, yet the shack felt like a whole other house in comparison to what it had been the previous day. Yes, dust still hung around and the floors hadn’t been vacuumed or mopped, and yes there were towels and dishcloths piled up near the front door, but unlike the previous day, Keith could now picture the house as a home. Krolia had made a discovery of a few video tapes that’d been stashed in a box in his dad’s room. Shiro would have been trying on his dad’s shirt, despite the filth if he’d been there. No memories were flowing back, yet they seemed to be rewriting the memories he’d made the day before. He really shouldn’t have lost his temper with Lance. He’d been hurt and lashed out, and couldn’t take it back.

Taking photos of the house’s interior, he was drawn to what had been his bedroom. Glow in the dark solar system stickers laying on the floor where they’d peeled off with age. Paper clung to the walls, once childhood drawings. His room not the cleanest, but very lived in. He’d totally over reacted and would take a dick punch if it meant taking his anger back. Krolia ended up taking more things than the day before, now that she could see what she was taking. Keith didn’t think old video tapes had much use, but his mother cried over them, so he’d kept his mouth shut.

With all the rotten bedding and fabric stuffs, Lance had bagged it all up near the front door. The work would have taken all night, meaning Lance understandably needed a nap after putting so much effort into things. When Keith discovered a photo of him on his dad’s shoulders, he’d hit a new low of self hating. The frame had been cleaned up. Mould in the corner meaning the photo was stuck to the glass, Lance not trying to seperate it, instead placing it on the wooden coffee table where it’d be safe... and he’d gone and blow his top at him. He was still kind of mad Lance had taken it upon himself to clean the shack alone, but his fiancé’s heart had been in the right place. He only wanted good and happy memories for Keith.

Driving them back to the hotel, Keith’s stomach knotted with anxiety as his mother parked beside the bronco. They didn’t have phone reception out at the shack, Keith checking his phone in between taking photos with the hope that miraculously he’d catch some thin sliver of signal... He didn’t... though he did finally get his coffee when his mother decided to fuel up Shiro’s car after all the driving she’d done. It tasted barely better than dishwater, lukewarm and oily, but better than nothing. Knocking back two coffees gave him a little of courage. Temper settled by his beloved caffeine and able to human that bit more.

Heading up the stairs to his and Lance’s room, Keith was prodded along by Krolia. His mother wanted to talk about what’d been in the files that Lenny had gifted them, having not read them, Keith could only shake his head at her. He’d so desperately wanted to sit down with her, but first there was the need to apologise to Lance, then the need fo shower. Alcohol sweat would forever be gross.

Letting them into the hotel room, the door unlocked, Shiro sat on his side of the bed with Lance’s head on his leg. Keith jumping to angry all over again, and probably would have yelled if Lance hadn’t been sleeping. “Awing” over the scene, Krolia’s steps were light as she moved carefully. Sitting herself down, she placed her hand on Lance’s hip, Keith wanting to tear her hand off

“How is he?”

Shiro sighed at Krolia’s question. Sighing wasn’t good

“Pretty devastated. Very apologetic. He had a panic attack in the car, so I got him on the phone to Coran who managed to get through to him. He’s been out for about an hour now”

Krolia nodded, Keith hugging himself. He’d caused Lance to panic, and made him feel unwanted. If he sniffed the air, he could detect notes of Lance’s sweetness along with something sour that seemed to also belong to the man he loved

“Did you talk to Coran?”

“I called him back once Lance was sleeping. He’s worried about him. I don’t know why, but I know he was talking to Coran about Veronica... and Nyma and Rolo”

“Veronica‘s the older sister right?”

“Yeah. And Nyma and Rolo were the pair that turned him. He was really upset that’d upset Keith”

Shiro’s gaze turned to him, Keith dropping his head in guilt

“Keith, you and he had a fight. Do you want to talk about it?”

Ugh. His family would be so disappointed if they knew... He knew and he was disappointed enough in himself for all of them

“Not really. I scared him and I didn’t mean to...”

“I don’t think it’s just you. He did say his ego was a mess and he was exhausted. He kind of stopped making sense as he started rambling”

“He does that when he’s tired”

“You’ll be happy to know you’ve got a monster cock. And that he loves your monster cock”

Keith closed his eyes as he let out a long breath. Sleepy Lance had no filter

“Should I ask why you know that?”

“Oh, apparently drunk Keith tore his shirt and bra when he was trying to clean you up. His hips are still sore from your monster cock”

Fucking drunk Keith

“He shouldn’t be sore still. He’s had a fair bit of blood”

“That’s what I thought. Coran said to keep an eye on him, and if they’re not feeling any better by the time we’re ready to leave, then to swing by VOLTRON on the way home. He had me mix some Panadol and blood for him”

“Did he say anything else?”

Shiro shook his head

“Yes and no. Just bits of pieces. Mostly he was apologising for going missing and upsetting you by cleaning the shack up. It seems he really likes the idea of coming to stay around the anniversary of your dad’s death... He wants to make good memories here for you. Then he swapped to Spanish. I don’t know much, but I did get that he wanted Miriam”

Maybe Keith had been way too aggressive. Normally their fights ended with them both realising they’d meant the same thing but were coming at it from different angles, instead he’d taken all his fear out on his fiancé who was having a hard enough time as it was

“I don’t need to come here to make happy memories. I... um... shouldn’t have started yelling. I was worried... He can’t just... He just go disappearing like that!”

Though it hasn’t come to him before, he now realised Lance very well could have been kidnapped again... Keith knew he was not mentally strong enough to ever go through that again... Absolutely anything could have gone wrong. His mate should have been by his side! Sighing, Shiro patted Lance’s hair

“He knows. He was mid-apology for the umpteenth time when he started spiralling. He’s also very sorry for worrying us after yesterday was so fun. Also, his car needs to be cleaned up. Do you want us to handle it, or do you want one of us to stay while you clean it up? I don’t mind, but I think he’d prefer you or Curtis”

Leaning down, Krolia kissed Lance’s hair affectionately. Seeing his mother so motherly tugged at his heart. He didn’t want to start yelling or making his scary face again

“Shiro, you and Keith can take care of Lance’s car. I’ll pop down to the restaurant and pick us up some food. Curtis, you stay with Lance. Given he’s so sleepy, he probably can’t control his ego very well right now. I know you’re sorry, Keith, but give him a little while to come back to himself”

Keith didn’t want to go away. He’d already been forced apart from Lance by Lance coming back to the hotel

“I’m supposed to be with him. He’s my goddamn mate...”

Shiro shook his head, his brother looked sympathetic but Keith didn’t know what that sympathy was directed at. He didn’t deserve sympathy for being a douche canoe

“Kiddo, he needs some rest. He knows you didn’t mean to fly off he handle at him...”

“I still need to apologise to him”

“And you will. Just let him sleep for now. We’ve got a car to clean out. He had a bit of accident during his panic attack, I’m not sure he even noticed”

Krolia sighed softly

“I remember those days. One wrong sneeze and I’d wet myself. Best we not bring it up, he’d be embarrassed. He’s already quite embarrassed over being afraid. He called me the other day, I don’t think I was much help”

“He called me too. To check in. I think I upset him”

Krolia pulled herself away from Lance. Standing to stretch herself with a smile

“That means an extra special lunch is called for. I wish I could cook something for him”

No. Nooo. That’d probably do Lance in

“He likes fruit, and maybe some pancakes... he had a craving for them the other day”

“Don’t you worry, I know what I’m doing”

Krolia thinking she knew what she was doing was what worried him. Wisely Keith kept his mouth shut about that

“I’ll take a shower and meet you at the car... I stink”

No one disagreed, Keith annoyed they hadn’t... and annoyed his family were such a bunch of weirdos... even if he loved them.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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survivor-ingary · 3 years

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Rites of Passage

Keith: Wish we had more time to talk to each other, with time difference and going to the first tribal council of the season. That chance never came. Hope someday we play again.

Babs: It's giving Boy Mulan rn. Wish I could've at least said hi to you lmao

Dennis: We never met

Babs: Your vibes are lovely. I wish you could've stuck around longer :( 💔

Dennis: We never met

Keith: I’m you are a nice person but since you were so inactive, it was hard to get a conversation in the game with you. Hopefully you play again when u have the time.

Babs: Hi! We didn't get to talk at all lmao hope we get to next time!

Dennis: Hope everything is okay with you

Keith: I don’t know why we just didn’t click and spoke much. Even at our first tribal together we never got much of a conversation going. Sorry

Babs: 'm sorry, dude, I had 0 recollection that you were here when I missed my first tribal. Welp. What are ya gonna do?

Dennis: We never met

Keith: it was very sad to see you go especially for the reason you were being targeted for. The timing was unfortunate. Where three people came over after mutiny that were safe and people were very worried about you aligning with former Kyoshi cast members at merge. You never got the opportunity only to prove otherwise. I had hoped we could have worked longer in the game being OG Pendragon. Hopefully on another season. :)

Babs: Of all the votes I casted, I regret yours the most. I wish I could've kept you in, but it was the majority regardless of my choice. I hope we can talk after and reconnect. I love your vibe.

Dennis: Sorry Moth :( I hate that you were voted out but it’s not because of you, it’s the people that you would’ve worked with.

Babs: We didn't get to connect very much, but "m'theydy" will never not get me.

Dennis: You are a saturnian legend and you were robbed.

Keith: I wish you stayed longer with us and didn’t leave. In the time you were with us, I saw a friendly, happy and great person. Also a massive team player, who would be willing to color their hair for a challenge.

Babs: ROBBED. That's it, that's the whole rite. You deserved so much better, truly.

Dennis: Queen you were sooooo robbed. I wanted to work with you in this game and I am sorry that Anastasia and Brayden lied that hard to you to paint you a false scenario. You deserved so much better and I hope that one day we can see each other in another org :)

Keith: Just like you, your blindside was an iconic moment of this season. As much as I thought it was too soon for you to go but you putting a bigger target on yourself so that you don’t blindside people who you were loyal to, was going to make the situation hard. But There is no question about your loyalty hence I understand why you did what you did. But I wish we would rather choose a side then keep everyone happy and I wouldn’t have mind going with anyone at that point. I appreciate you for making the time and effort to connect with me at my pace. I hope you understand that It wasn’t a move against you but became a move for self preservation. Hope we can have a tea spilling party after this season.

Babs: Miss Shady Boots, I see you, ma'am. Wish I could've seen more of your mess this season. Hope to see you at Mary's one day :')

Dennis: King. I did you soooooooooooooooo dirty. I hope we can still play roblox after dis game. Once I heard from Ellie that you suspected me of wanting to work with Raffy it became very clear to me you were not going to trust me down the line. You were a threat who had to go, and I’m not sorry I voted you out but I am sorry about the way that I went about it.

Keith: This was a tough vote. I knew we didn’t have much of a game connection. I knew since I wouldn’t have the option to work long-term with you this season. I didn’t want to string you along on anything or give you any false hope unnecessarily because that would just be cruel. I honestly found you to be an amazing, down to earth and genuine person. Really wished we came together on an earlier tribe. Someone like you with such an amazing energy would be a great ally and friend. Whether, the game would go our way or not. It would still be a blast playing with you. Also, I know u don’t need it but the offer still stands. U ever feel anxiety and need a diversion. Call me anytime and anywhere, I will help anyway I can.

Babs: CEO of plants. Your vibes are immaculate. Please let's be friends after this.

Dennis: I wish you and I had developed a game relationship. We had a very strong personal relationship like I feel like we’d be friends in real life ya know? But in this game, you were working with people that ultimately did not work with me and I felt like your loyalty would ultimately never come to me. Sorry that it had to be that way youre still cool.

Keith: Never expected to see you go the way you did. You’re an awesome and sweet person. Excited to see you succeed on twitch and ready to support an amazing person like you in anything you decide to do. Drop that link.

Babs: Dennis constantly sings your praises, and any friend of his is a friend of mine. Drop that stream link asap.

Dennis: You forever changed my life when you told me I’m actually not a red head but a brunette. That’s wild. It was awesome to play with you and I’m sorry that you were voted out the way you were. It was very refreshing to play with someone who wasn’t coming from a survivor-strategy background. Stay awesome :)

Keith: I know based of the previous seasons. Your amazing to watch play the game. From your social ability to your executions of big moves, the fact that you never back down or give up, it is amazing. But all those attributes make it hell to play with you. I knew that you wanted to take me to the end because you could beat me. So day one I knew I would cut you sometime, but unlike last time. I needed to make sure that this time when I took a shot, under no circumstances I could miss. But getting rid of you was a decision that took into account only from events this season, I saw you subtly trying to push the narrative that I was not doing much in the game during tribal, to ensure I would have no chance to win. So I knew taking you out sooner would be better, which would deny you any chances of flipping things over. I thank you for supporting me through the initial start of the game and that immunity challenge (which I originally thought of sabotaging. So good call on doing it yourself). You’re a great competitor.

Babs: https://youtu.be/trRgAQ7L8mE

No, but really, your tone seems very pointed. I know that we're friends irl, but I'm not willing to get a strike for anyone unless they're dying. Also, my fellow finalists are fucking sick. I want us all to win. To hell w being a mess for once.

Keith: Firstly I just would ask for your forgiveness. I sat on that call, the night u left. N It was so fucking so hard, to see someone care about the game so much and stressing themselves for it, who would do anything to keep themselves in the game. I loved that passion. N I’m sorry in that moment I had no choice but to lie to you. You were a strong player. I don’t know if it’s the red hair, but you look like an evil genius, whom I hope, I get to play with someday.

Babs: She's giving Captain Brayden Morgan rn, we love to see it. It was fun to have a not-so-cutthroat round w you for once! Cheers!

Dennis: Literally we will never be compatible to work together in a game. Two completely different types of logic. And I am at peace with that.

Keith: I am really sorry about your vote out. It was the one time that I didn’t know a flip was happening, I appreciate you still putting your faith in me during the game at that point, Wish I could have done better.

Babs: Miss Beverly Hills, I will admit, some premerge tea w spilled w me that didn't sit right w my spirit. I don't want it to be something that spreads and comes off as something that precedes your reputation in the community. Some pearls of wisdom from a messy bitch, themself.

Dennis: I really enjoyed our lil talks and happy to help you figure out your rising sign. I wish that fire you had at the beginning of the game stayed lit.

Keith: I really hope you don’t hate me. I genuinely believed you played a great game and you would win if you got to the end. I worked my way in with Dennis, so that he would have more loyalty to me. I can say that after kindergarten, in comparison to my age. You’re the only little girl I am afraid off. Also I stan you for supporting Riley in the instant tribal that way you did and for your Kind heart. Queen Move.

Babs: Miss Country Costco, our vibes aligned from the moment we started to talk! You were a target from the jump, and rightfully so. You're a tough cookie, who still manages to smile and get a laugh out of the rest of us. Never change, except for the boiled peanut thing. Ew, you weirdo. LMAO ❤

Dennis: You’re an icon and my favorite person to have met. It has been fun to enable each other’s chaos and play this game messy. Super fun to strategize with you and our long talks were also a blast. Sorry that it ended the way that it did, but we will be friends after dis I know it :)

Keith: My fellow timezone challenged brother. Words are not enough to describe what an amazing human being you are. I am so grateful to have met you and can’t wait for the game to end so I get to talk to you. My connection with you may have taken more time to develop than with Dennis, But it was a true connection throughout. And no matter what people say, you played an amazing game and I really thought you could win in the end. Officially a lifetime member of the Kenneth Fan Club.Miss Country Costco, our vibes aligned from the moment we started to talk! You were a target from the jump, and rightfully so. You're a tough cookie, who still manages to smile and get a laugh out of the rest of us. Never change, except for the boiled peanut thing. Ew, you weirdo. LMAO ❤

Babs: My dear cousin in colonization, there should've been a final 4, and that's the truth. But, as most things go, that's just not the fantasy that played out irl. Your vibes are fantastic, and I love a gay who laughs at every thing I do. It boosts my ego. Really, it does. Keep in touch!

Dennis: I truly felt like sometimes we were the same person. I’ve appreciated and admired your ability to strategize and critically think. You’re one hell of a game player and I wish you had won an immunity or two because I know how bad you wanted it. I know you’re gonna shine in every org that you play because you are a king. You are a kitty cat. You are zaddy.

#rites of passage

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wisemanners · 4 years

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@wadamwoltron asked sincerely for my take on The Scene so here it is, i guess, but on my blog and NOT in her DMs like a weirdo. also some additional background context i guess. i’m trying to keep this somewhat objective, though obviously my specific memories are probably going to color it anyways.

so background context: this is mostly metatextual analysis regarding what is apparently a hotly debated topic in fandom of “what shiro’s mysterious disease.” the wiki says muscular dystrophy; we can’t find a source for this (though, if you know of one, please feel free to share). what’s stated in canon (in 7.1, “a little adventure”) is as follows:

it’s a muscular disorder

it’s degenerative

it involves muscle stiffness or tightness, which is alleviated by electrostimulation

we know for sure it affects his right arm; keith’s asking “what are those?” MAY imply that he has two (or more?) EMS devices but in the later scene where he has both sleeves rolled up we only see one.

a quick search of EMS therapy brings up this page which lists the following uses: you suffer from muscle spasms, have suffered from muscle atrophy due to disuse, your muscles need to be stimulated and re-educated, your muscles are weak and lack tone, you've lost range of motion due to an injury or illness. (it’s also used for circulation reasons, but since he mentions keeping muscles loose we can assume it’s related to one of these.) searching “degenerative muscle disease” brings up MD (general) as the first result, followed by other neuromuscular disorders; the symptoms listed that EMS is used to treat check out as the various muscular dystrophies all feature one or more of those symptoms. given that, this analysis will proceed as if this is the factual diagnosis (not ONLY because as far as i recall it was, though that is also the case).

[there are numerous types of MD, and we’ve done a fair amount of research to determine which one is the most likely given the symptoms presented (myotonic, probably DM2), but that’s less significant other than its CURRENT mortality rate.]

that said: the scene itself.

“Everything okay?” The only thing to analyze in the first line is the genuine concern in it, but that does contextualize the scene; i AM coming into this conversation from a place of being worried about someone i love.

“Iverson thinks I shouldn’t be part of the mission. Called in the big guns; Admiral Sanda showed up to try and convince Sam to remove me from the crew.” (there are interesting and significant implications with regards to how the Garrison’s chain of command works here, but that’s not the point of this character analysis.)

“Well, maybe he’s right. Maybe you shouldn’t go on the mission. You’ll only be putting yourself at risk.” the absolute lack of hesitation in agreeing with iverson is i think the bigger clue at the greater context of this argument. this isn’t news. this is something i’ve been thinking about, and have clearly already come to a conclusion how i feel about it. “maybe” is a hedge word here. i DO in this moment think iverson is right, and this is just an excuse to say so. additionally, risk is an important word here, which i’ll circle back to several times.

[additional note on animation: i show almost no expression during these lines, except to frown and look stern at the end.]

“You know how important this is to me. It’s worth the risk!” Aside from tone and expression (he’s clearly upset and desperate here, and even looks away at the end as if he can’t face me), note risk again.

“Takashi, how important am I to you?” I know this line is everyone’s favorite. I understand why, even, especially given the dubious nature of “canon” on our actual relationship. The line itself establishes a lot; the first name usage (canon isn’t super clear on why he goes by Shiro, even with the other people he’s closest with (Keith, Sam, Matt), or its relationship to his Japanese heritage (which is significant here whether or not producer LM would agree), but to this point I’m the ONLY person in canon who ever addresses him by first name) as well as the general phrasing makes this the most obvious statement that we’re in a relationship. That’s arguably good, considering canon does little else to show it.

The significance in the CONVERSATION, however, is to position this as a choice - your dreams, or your partner. It’s actually the biggest reason I hate people siding with me in this argument! That’s not a good thing to ask someone you love to choose. More on support in a second, though, as well as more about what I’m asking for here.

[animation note: let’s talk about my coffee here. the hand shake and slamming down my cup is definitively the most show of emotion I have here, which IS significant. that line + the choice presented AREN’T coming from a place of deliberate manipulation, it’s emotionally charged despite me trying my best not to show it.]

“Every mission, every drill, I’ve been right there with you. But this is more than a mission. This is your life at stake.” here’s the support bit, obviously, since that’s what I’m evidencing here - reminding him that I’ve always been by his side and supported his dreams. that’s not actually the important thing going on here, though, because it’s the end where he cuts in:

“Don’t start that again, Adam! You don’t need to protect me. This is something I need to do for myself.” First: again - we’ve had this discussion before. Second, the timing: it’s not until I bring up the risk again that he gets upset.

A relevant concept here that I think most people in the fandom genuinely will not have heard about but is TREMENDOUSLY important to this conversation and to understanding what’s happening in this argument is dignity of risk. The article linked is a good overview, but in short: many things can only be gained or achieved by taking chances of getting hurt, and disabled individuals (originally those with cognitive and intellectual disabilities, but certainly applicable to physical disabilities as well) are disproportionately PREVENTED by overly-cautious caretakers from taking those chances.

Shiro’s objection that I don’t need to protect him, I think, points really strongly to THIS being the actual issue. I’m trying to look out for his safety because I don’t believe he can or will do it himself (which I DID think, at the time); he feels smothered by this because he’s an adult who has the ability to assess risks for himself and decide which ones are worth it to him to take.

“There’s nothing left for you to prove. You’ve broken every record there is to break.” This is significant in that it shows I think how highly I regard him, but I also think it’s the strongest textual evidence in the scene that we’re talking about COMPLETELY different things - that I fundamentally don’t understand what’s important to him about this mission OR why he’s upset that I’m trying to stop him.

[animation note: he’s stopped arguing, gesturing, or looking at me here, and doesn’t look up again until I reinforce the ultimatum in the next line.]

“I know I can’t stop you, but I won’t go through this again. So if you decide to go, don’t expect me to be here when you get back.” I feel like “I won’t go through this again” is another line that people sympathize with, which makes sense; I’m afraid and wounded, and people sympathize with fear and hurt. It reiterates the cyclical nature of this argument, too. It’s also still bringing back the choice: stop taking chances on things that matter to you, unless I’m not one of them.

[animation note: shiro looks both hurt and angry and doesn’t take his eyes off me the whole time i’m saying this, but doesn’t say anything. I also only look at him once during it, at the very end.]

“I’ve got a class to teach.” probably obvious without additional analysis, but in addition to an emotional reaction, this puts an absolute hard stop to anything else he might say in response.

having gone over the scene, some additional considerations:

I think a lot of people latch on REALLY hard to “this is your life” and shiro’s later “it’s getting worse” line and somehow conflate the two into an implication that this is about a lack of TIME. It is, I think - but NOT the way people assume.

Prognosis now, in the 21st century, is for a good percentage people with even severe forms of MD to live high quality, enjoyable lives into their 30s and 40s or later; even without a curative treatment, it’s reasonable to assume that in the 24th century this has improved. Given Shiro’s current overall health still being good, with the primary effects we see being localized to just the one side, it seems a little odd to assume that 30s-40s is still his life expectancy.

My lines about the risk to his life also don’t actually discuss an imminency of death in GENERAL - it’s SPECIFICALLY risky to go on the mission. why? well, most likely, because a minimum of 10 months is an AWFULLY long time for someone with a serious progressive condition to go without medical care or a checkup. which is a reasonable thing to be concerned about!

but we also have textual evidence that shiro’s GOOD at being responsible and taking care of himself, even if he sometimes sacrifices his needs for others’. he wears his assistive/medical devices. he keeps a workout routine. he can push himself hard, but we also see places where he knows his limits. and the majority of interventions for MD are about upkeep - building stamina, range of motion exercises, monitoring condition - and having the right tools on hand for an emergency. so, at what point does the concern become about not trusting him to take care of himself well, especially when the kerberos mission was in regular contact with the garrison?

and the flip side of the coin about time: with a progressive disease, there IS always a looming time limit, on everything. that included his dreams. our time together wasn’t limited the way people seem to assume - but his time as a pilot was. so having more perspective now, I can see his side better, and find myself frustrated both with myself from before, and with the people who agree with me. it feels dismissive to his wants and needs, as WELL as his right to self-determination.

i don’t think takashi abandoned me when he went to kerberos. i think i abandoned him, when he badly needed my support, by forcing him to choose between someone he loved waiting for him, and a dream which was running out of time. i know it’s popular to joke about what happened and that i’d say “i told you so,” but he was right, and I should have listened better.

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sasuhinasno1fan · 4 years

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A snowed in wish list - Klancemas Day 3 and 4

So the idea kinda leaned more to Snowed In than Wish List. I also didn’t mean for it to be linked to the fic from before but it did. Maybe I’ll makt them all linked to each other. Saves me the hassle of coming up with a whole new idea. So enjoy I guess and check out @monthlyklance for other klancemas stuff Snowed In/Wish List

Lance hummed as he packed his book bag. This was going to be amazing. Just him and Keith, as far away from this college campus for 2 weeks. It had been part of his wish list to stay in a cabin during the winter at some point in his life. He always imagined it would be with his significant other or his friends. He certainly hadn’t imagined it would be with Keith, seeing how they couldn’t really get along when they first met, but who knew that it would be a concussion that would bring them together? He could have done without the headaches and wooziness but still. He was in a relationship that he finally felt safe and confident in (thanks high school relationships and Nyma) and nothing could bring his mood down.

A knock rang through his door and for a moment he was worried it was Griffin back to stay for the 2 week break their school was giving them because of the slight explosion that happened in the science building – Lance was sure it had been Pidge and Matt’s fault, not matter what they said – and he was gonna piss him off right before is dream wish list vacation.

“Lance?”

He brightened at the voice. Lance ran to the door and threw it open, already throwing himself into the arms of his boyfriend.

“And here to make my day even better. Hi good looking.”

Keith rolled his eyes good naturedly. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“But I’m your weirdo. Hey, do you wanna bring your stuff here since my room is near the parking lot?”

“Um, Lance? Have you looked outside yet?”

Lance raised an eyebrow at the tone. “No? I had the blinds closed to keep me from deciding to run out and enjoy the snow. I just got over my last cold, don’t need another one. Though I wouldn’t mind a bit if you took care of me for a whole two weeks. More cuddling.”

“But no kisses. It’s just…I think it’s better if you do.”

Now Lance was getting worried. He pulled away from Keith and went over to the window. He had a slight flashback to when he first saw snow starting the rain down on campus. Now however, it wasn’t a gentle rain, it was a torrential downpour. The heavy snow was sticking to each other and creating an already impressive mound.

“No.”

“The weather report said it’s gonna continue like this for the next few days.”

“No.”

“And the traffic report mentioned the roads to the cabin is closed.”

“No!”

“And the owner of the cabin called and cancelled our reservation and sent our money back to make sure we didn’t risk our lives to meet our reservation.”

“NO!”

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Keith looked over at the lump on Lance’s bed. The school had already sent out a school wide text and email warning students still on campus to not leave. They were apparently working to get snowploughs out to remove the snow and then direct the students to the townhouses they had for events like this where there was a small group of students on campus. Until then, they were to stay in their dorms and in groups if possible. Keith had brought over all the groceries they bought in preparation for their trip and his bag.

Keith was pretty upset. If he had any clue this was gonna happen, he would have accepted Lance’s idea when they had made the plans originally to leave the night before. Keith didn’t want to be tired the ride over, so he insisted on leaving the next day. He would have never imagined this though.

He knew Lance was pretty upset though. Just like he had his odd fantasy about seeing Lance in his sweater, Lance had his own about being alone in a cabin with his significant other, but not in a horror movie way. Just taking the time to relax and be with each other with the beauty of nature around them.

He turned off the lights to the room, hitting the switch for the fairy lights before going over and climbing next to the lump. He tapped where he hoped Lance’s head was.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted but think of it this way. What if I went ahead because of your late night class last night and you were stuck here while I was at the cabin? At least we’re together.”

It was quiet and Keith wondered if Lance fell asleep in his sadness when the comforter moved until Lance’s head was shown.

“Yeah, but I wanted us to be alone at the cabin together. It was like, a wish list item for me to do with a significant other.”

Keith pulled the comforter down more to take Lance’s hand. “Tell me more.”

“Huh?”

“Of your wish list. What would you wanna do with a boyfriend? With me?”

“Well, I want us to go to a concert together, as soon as we find a meeting point in music likes.” Keith couldn’t blame Lance for that one. He liked old school rock while Lance lived on pop music. “I also wanna do a couples costume together. All my other dates said it was stupid.”

“Well we let Halloween slip us by, but we are going to that convention in April. Might as well start now.”

“Oh!” the comforter slipped off more as Lance pushed himself up to look down at Keith. “Can we do Link and Sidon? You know I love Zelda but I really wanna do a human Sidon outfit.”

“Overly happy and believes in everyone? A warrior who wants quiet and hugs? Can’t argue with that.”

Lance laughed at his boyfriend. “I want us to do touristy things in the city. Like, let’s get on one of the tour buses and just explore.”

“Random, but ok.”

“Hey, this is my wish list.” Lance said dropping down on Keith, slipping his hand out of Keith’s to hug him close instead. “And I want us to plan a trip together, like Spring Break trip where we plan and just go. Even if it’s with a group, we’ll have a day just to ourselves.”

“As long as it’s not popular places. I want to take you to Yahiko, it’s the area in Japan. I went with my mom and Shiro before I came here and it’s the perfect kind of out of the way place to go.”

“What else do you have on your wish list?” Lance asked, resting his chin on Keith’s chest. It seemed that his mind was finally far away from the cancelled trip.

“My wish list? To be with you. I don’t care what we do, I just want to do it with you.”

Lance turned red and hide his face in Keith’s chest. “First the sweater, now this! Why do you insist on being such a sap?”

“Because it’s so fun to see you blush.”

If someone asked him what he had on his wish list, Keith would have assumed they meant Christmas and started listing the few things he wanted. Now though, his wish list had one thing. A hope and desire that his relationship with Lance lasted so everything Lance had on his wish list could be done together. Even if right now they were just ideas said in a dorm room they were locked in because of snow. It was going to happen, someday.

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[Third Player] Chapter Four: Not Lance

Date: 06/01/19

Words: 1953

Warnings: Langst, Kangst, Klangst, half Galra Keith finding about his Galra heritage, Keith being a gay disaster.

Tag: @moonsworllld ; @xarphay ; @skydisneylover ; @fangirlinguntildawn ; @mutantgurls ; @spooky-the-owl ; @hauntedfreakdeputyhero ; @goldengaytime404

A/N: I’ll tag you on future chapters if you ask! If you ask!

Previous: Clones

Next: SOON?

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For a lone wolf, Keith hated loneliness. With a passion.

He learned how to deal with it, yes, he spent quite a long time in exile that he forced himself into. Didn’t mean he had to like it.

News flash: He didn’t.

Not one bit.

News flash: He also had no idea how to solve that.

Childhood? He had no idea how to be social.

Teenager years? He had no idea how to be social.

There was a time he truly believed he would have no idea how to be social in adulthood too.

And he had been okay with that. He was fine with being, as Adam used to say, a “social-weirdo”. He could deal with the loneliness. He had Shiro and Shiro’s weird ass friend and Shiro’s cool fiancée. Keith could deal with it all. He was fine, truly.

Then a boy with blue eyes, loud voice and louder personality appeared. And suddenly Keith wanted to be social.

Only with the boy, but still.

Keith wanted to be social.

(Let that sink in.)

Adam had laughed enough for an entire year the day Keith told him that.

The he gave Keith the very helpful advice of “Take your time, but don’t wait too much. I know that boy; he won’t disregard someone trying to be friendly”, which Keith was glad because he really didn’t want to hear the “just tell him” bullshit he was sure he would’ve gotten with Shiro… Or Shiro’s weird ass friend.

Keith could take his time just fine. The problem was the “not too much” part.

The problem was the glow the blue-eyed boy emitted.

The problem was the shine of his bluest blue eyes.

The problem was the brightness of his smile.

The boy was made of light.

And Keith was a “shadow gremlin”, as Shiro’s weird ass friend used to call him.

Light made him run.

And run he did.

Until they met again. Until the boy—Lance, his name was Lance—shone brightly in front of him once more. And he brought with him the chance of belonging.

Belonging somewhere.

Having a family to call his.

And Keith would be forever grateful for that, no matter how much he would deny if someone asked. He would be forever grateful for Lance.

Falling in love with Lance only made that feeling ten times stronger.

If before he wanted to be social, after he fell—hard, I might add—, he wanted to be a constant in Lance’s life.

And, yes, that maybe sounded a tad creepy, but he couldn’t help himself.

He wanted to be part of Lance’s life just as much as he wanted Lance to be part of his life.

Then Adam’s advice came to bit his butt. “Take your time, but not too much”. He took too long, go figure, and when he was finally ready to confess to Lance those feelings of his, Lance was taken away.

Now, Keith wasn’t a religious person.

(If God existed, Keith wasn’t sure They liked him very much, and the feeling was mutual.)

But if that was how Hell felt like, he could understand why people ran from it their entire lives.

That was something he wished to no one… Other than Haggar. And Zarkon too, but mostly Haggar.

When they found Lance, he was happy, more than happy, he was ecstatic!

Except something screamed at him, something deep within him. And it was screaming “wrong, wrong, wrong” at max volume.

And that something didn’t stop, no, it stayed and it screamed and he was going crazy. It seemed to have a particular dislike for Lance, which was weird… Unless something really was wrong with Lance, which wasn’t the case for Lance had been acting like himself. Sometimes he got that pained look in his eyes, talked aloud with himself, or would lose himself inside his mind for hours to no end, but, hey, you try to survive being kidnapped and experimented on by Haggar and come back without at least some weird mannerisms.

Thankfully, and maybe a bit creepily, Coran noticed how bothered Keith was.

Coran had been acting weirdly around Lance. Still treated him with kindness, but he seemed to keep some distance. It was very, very odd, as Coran saw Lance as his son—there was a debate if Coran saw every one of them as his children and, in Keith’s opinion, Coran saw them more as nieces and nephews than his own kids like he did with Lance and Allura—and would usually be the first to jump in an opportunity to get Lance alone so they could clean the Castle—again—and talk. After they rescued Lance, Coran was hesitant in approaching the boy. And the oddest part is that Lance looked alright with it?

Like he expected and respected Coran’s uneasiness?

Nonetheless, Coran gave Keith help in the form of a book. A book about Galra biology.

Keith had the feeling the man was trying to tell him something.

News flesh: He was right.

Coran gave him a book with a marked page. A marked page about senses and mating.

To say Keith took some time to muster enough courage to read that page is an understatement.

(You can’t just give a book like that to a disaster child, Coran, the quiznack?)

Keith would never admit it, but the book was of great help. Closing it, the Red Paladin sighed. Thinking back to everything that happened, Coran’s question after they told him how they rescued Lance.

“Is that so?” The uneasiness in the man’s voice was subtle, but there. Coran was staring at the Blue Paladin sandwiched between Pidge and Hunk with a faraway look in his face, one hand nervously fidgeting with his mustache.

Keith left the book on his bed, finally understanding that subtlety was not his forte and if he wanted some answers, he would have to ask. With determined steps, he left his room, doing a beeline to Lance’s room. Pieces of the book echoing inside his mind.

“Once a Galra finds a suitable mate, they will develop a sensitivity towards said mate. Their senses will attune with the mate, so the Galra can provide the chosen one with whatever is needed. While it is more common for that to happen to only one or two of their senses, it is not impossible for all five of them to suffer the change. Some Galra have reported some sort of sixth sense, the ability of feeling the energy of their mate, but it’s unclear if it’s something on its own or a result of the mating bond, as it is a mental connection.”

He didn’t need to be a Pidge to understand what that meant. He had recognized Lance as a suitable mate—another thing he wouldn’t admit any time soon—and his senses had attuned with Lance. All five of them, by what he could understand. That said, for his senses to respond to Lance that way, he could think of only two possibilities. One was that there was something very wrong with Lance, wrong enough to bother Keith’s senses and distance Coran. The other was… That Lance, the Lance they had with them, wasn’t their Lance.

Keith didn’t knew which one was scarier. Each brought their own set of problems and their own headache.

With a deep intake of air, Keith knocked on the Blue Paladin’s door.

“Come in.”

Time for the truth.

“Keith?”

“Who are you and where is Lance?”

Okay, maybe he could’ve said something—anything—else, preferably something that didn’t make him sound like a suspicious lunatic, but Keith was well aware of his non-existent people skills, as discussed before. Usually he would let Lance do the talking, seeing as the Cuban boy could easily control a conversation and had a better understanding of people, emotions and social cues.

Anyways, Keith already expected Lance to react strongly to his curiosity, even more after how he worded it, but he didn’t expect for the boy to sigh silently and close his eyes.

Wait, did it mean he was right and that boy wasn’t his Lance?

“Galra senses, he did alert me about them.” Lance looked at him with hollow eyes. “Shit down, Keith—”he gestured to the bed he’d been sitting on even before the Red Paladin came in—“I’ll explain everything.”

“So, you’re a clone made by Haggar from Lance’s hand that she cut off?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re connected to him because of that?”

“Somewhat.”

“Lance is with Haggar, who thinks he’s her son and is training him to be a weapon for the Empire?”

“Yes, well. She used the whole “son” thing to make Lance loyal to her, but by what he told me, she’s being swallowed by her own lie.”

“He’s planning on bringing the Empire down from the inside by gaining Haggar’s loyalty, killing Zarkon and taking his place so there won’t be a lack of power that could bring someone just as bad?”

“Yes.”

“And he told you to stay here with us?”

“Yes. I was supposed to be programmed by Haggar to destroy Voltron, but the danger of making a perfect clone is that it will act the way the original would.”

“You’re not acting like Lance.”

“I am not Lance.”

Silence, heavy and deafening.

“I will understand if you feel the need to beat me, Keith. In fact, please, go ahead.”

Keith choked on the air going to his lungs. How could that boy—that thing ask that?! Didn’t it have instincts or something? Was it out of its mind?

“It’s hard, you know. Because I’m not him, and you guys love me as if I was and I want the love, I truly do, but… But I’m not him. I want the be loved for me. I want the laughs and the smiles and the affection to be directed at me, not at Lance.”

Tears were running on its cheeks. Keith’s heart clenched. No matter what it was, that face was still Lance’s and wasn’t suited for anything that wasn’t satisfaction and happiness. Don’t get him wrong, it was still beautiful with the trails left by the salty water and the dark blue of bluest blue, but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right.

It wasn’t right.

“But Lance promised me, he promised me I would be free to be. To be whoever and whatever I wanted. And I’ll do anything for that to happen. So please, Keith, please don’t tell them!” Begging, it was begging. “Please, let Lance work his plans! Please let me keep this hope!”

The clone startled when Keith’s fist hit the mattress near it.

Damn it, Keith wanted to punch something.

Getting up hastily, the Red Paladin hurried to leave the room, but stopped at the entrance. If the situation was different, if things were different, he would’ve stayed and dried the tears, hugged the fears, soothed the pain. He would’ve done everything and then some more for his Lance, but that wasn’t his Lance.

“I won’t tell them yet because I trust Lance and his plans.” In and out, slow calming breaths. “But if you do anything that I don’t like, I won’t hesitate to throw you into an airlock.”

“Understood.” Too soft, its—his voice was too soft. Too damn soft.

But it wasn’t his Lance’s voice. It didn’t make his heart go crazy or a whole zoo run a marathon inside his chest.

“You’re not the one I’m going to beat up.”

With that he left, promising himself to punch Lance—his Lance, the real Lance, the one his heart adored—as soon as possible.

And maybe kiss the Cuban while he was at it.

#voltron #langst #Third Player #clara writes #vld lance #voltron lance #vld keith #lance's harem #charles tp #clone!Lance #klance #klangst

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novarasalas · 5 years

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Second Look Review: The Feud

*This post is very graphics heavy. Use caution. Sorry*

Nnnnggggg…..

…..I hate game shows.

And you know what I hate more than game shows?

1970s game shows.

…..yay, this episode.

But I’m gonna power through it, because there’s a lot of throw backs and references here that you may not have noticed the first time around. There’s also some good plot happenings, too.

But really….

Pictured: my two moods watching this episode.

So the first reference people got almost immediately is in the Garfle Warfle Snick logo.

It’s a classic 70s design. While the asterisks and colors of the GWS logo aren't present in the original Dating game logo, they do feature in the set.

That’s Farah Fawcett, by the way.

The first game is called Pictation. It’s obviously a play on Pictionary, which had it’s own game show in 1997. The original drawing game show, however, was “Win, Lose or Draw”.

This is an episode from 1987, featuring Burt Reynolds, Annie Potts, Dom Deluise, and…

Betty White!

And now Keith is lucky enough to play.

The hair tie is to keep his emo bangs out of his face while the pacifier is to bite down on in frustration.

I know this from experience, as I was in art school starting in 2005, which was a prime year for emo kids, and they made us play Pictionary one afternoon.

Everyone’s pretty much already said it, but yes, I can confirm, Keith is a good artist.

None of us were that day, though.

Several instructors pulled all of their students into one room and broke the news that we’d be playing a game. As socially awkward and socially anxious weirdos, the news also broke us. Half the students didn’t even participate, the other half were doing what Lance is doing here: yelling random stuff that doesn’t even come close to making sense.

And we were terrible at this game. All of us.

After the 3rd round, a cry came from the back of the room:

“hOW Are wE SO BAD aT ThiS???!!!”

I wish I knew, random art kid.

What I do know is that Keith is doing far better than I did. I mean, he didn’t start crying, not even a little bit.

In the end, Team Voltron loses, giving Team Galra a chance to steal. That’s a game mechanic from The Family Feud, and it’s the only one, even though the episode is titled “The Feud”.

It’s more in the overall design of the set, really.

….

I’ve never liked “The Family Feud”. I claim legacy on that: back in the day before remote controls were standard, my sickly grandpa would drag himself out of his chair to turn the t.v. off because he hated Richard Dawkins so much.

Richard Dawkins was the original host of the show, and he was one in a line of 70s game hosts that always made me feel like I was about to be sexually assaulted.

...can’t imagine why I’d ever feel that way.

To be fair, he’s not kissing those women without consent. They asked them before the taping if they were ok with it. But still….ick. And Richard Dawkins wasn’t even close to being the worst in terms of smarmy game show hosts.

Back to the episode at hand though.

(This is a great loop, btw. I suck at gif making myself, so thanks op.)

Everything about Team Galra is delightful. I just wish there was more of it.

With a steal and a win, Zarkon chooses Lance to play.

Zarkon is so thrilled to call Lance dumb. It’s hilarious. Also, Lance fans, please enjoy this endless loop of that moment.

I kid, I kid. I like Lance. We’ll talk more later.

I don’t know what Faces from the Past is referencing, but that isolation shield seems awful lot like The Cone of Silence from “Get Smart”.

What is The Cone of Silence? It’s a class A security procedure, used to transfer top secret intel between two agents.

Demonstrated here:

The next game is more familiar.

It’s the Garflator, or otherwise known as...Password!

...wait….is that…?

Yes! It’s Betty White again. Also seen here in an episode from 1963.

Doing this research, I found out that Betty’s done a lot of game shows in her time. That’s news to me, because I still don’t like game shows.

After the dumb one is the smart one.

And everyone knows it.

Pidge plays miniature golf here.I don’t think it’s in reference to anything else, though maybe you could see a game from The Price is Right if you squint.

And then Pidge gets things done about, by calculating a shot that takes out the camera and the crazy, demi god like creature known as Bob, tackling him to the ground.

The ambition, drive and self assurance that Pidge has is amazing and no one talks about it nearly enough. I want to be her when I grow up.

So now it’s down to a vote: who ever gets voted for the most gets to leave while the rest stay for eternity. It’s kind of like a reverse “Survivor” situation, really.

And now everything gets very heartwarming as they vote for each other, but one stood out to me: Lance, voting for Keith.

Lance: He’s our leader, plus he’s half Galra, so I think he’s, like, the future.

That….was so sweet. I mean it. That face, those words. I didn’t expect Lance to say that. He’s come so far since those first episodes where he was just an unmitigated asshat to Keith. It’s growth. It’s good.

Keith, what say you?

Keith: I just don’t wanna be stuck here for eternity with Lance.

Oh no! Keith...hahah...Lance gives you something so heartfelt and that’s what you go with? Aw man…

Really, though, his ire’s not directed at Lance, not really. It’s more like he’s just done with everything that’s happening, he’s frustrated, and Lance is the only one he’d take anything like this out on.

But buck up, kiddos, your love and friendship won the day!

And lastly, one more reference, this time directly from The Price is Right:

At the end of each show, host Bob Barker would turn to the camera and say “Help control the pet population: have your pet spayed or neutered.”

Bob Barker has fought for animals rights for decades, and while I don’t necessarily agree with everything he’s done, good things have come from his work. I’d link some info on it here, but...I can’t. Channel you’re inner essay writer and go find those sources.

So, that episode was a trip. In all, it more reminded me of “Let’s Make a Deal”, where costumed contestants would be chosen from the audience to play games for cash and prizes.

Bob himself is most like Bob Eubanks, as played by Q from Star Trek. I believe the showrunners even mentioned Q while talking about Bob in this episode

That’s Bob Eubanks up there. He was the host of “The Newlywed Game” and “Hollywood Squares”.

Q, on the other hand, is:

“He is an extra-dimensional being of unknown origin who possesses immeasurable power over normal human notions of time, space, the laws of physics, and reality itself, being capable of violating or altering them in unpredictable ways with a casual thought or hand gesture. Despite his vast knowledge and experience spanning untold eons (and much to the exasperation of the object(s) of his obsession), he is not above practical jokes for his own personal amusement, for a Machiavellian and manipulative purpose, or to prove a point. He is said to be nigh-omnipotent, and he is continually evasive regarding his true motivations.”

This is him:

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So...I still don’t like 70s game shows. But, I gotta say, not everything is terrible about them.

Gene Gene the Dancing Machine is fun. This is from “The Gong Show”.

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Fun, if your definition includes “pure chaos”.

The uh….energetic...host there is Chuck Barris. He’s the creator of “The Dating Game”, “The Newlywed Game” and “The Gong Show”. His shows seem to have pioneered the whole look and feel of most of these 70s game shows, and thus is my sworn enemy.

…

Don’t even think of talking to me about “The Match Game”.

In summary:

I actually had fun with this episode, as much as I don’t like the aesthetic.

And apparently Josh Keaton said that this episode foreshadows something and I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS AND I’M SCARED SO VERY SCARED.

Next up: Wow! What a call back! -and- Kolivan’s been having a bad time.

#second look review #voltron #voltron legendary defender #long post #the fued #keith #keith vld #lance #lance vld #pidge #keith voltron #lance voltron

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As Long As We’re Together

IT 2017 - Reddie - WIP StreetPerformer!Richie and Bookstore!Eddie Slow Burn, Slice of Life

“When the end of high school began to gang up on the six of them, they each promised the other that the moment graduation happened they would leave Derry for good. Now each of them were 21 (Bill was 22), and so far they have kept that promise.

They had found an old Victorian Townhouse up for rent right off of Main St. They had all agreed on Portland, Maine. They all knew they would be okay as long as they’re together.”

An AU where The Losers are all roommates in a huge house just off of Main St, where they all work. Eddie is a college student working in a bookstore. Richie is a homeless street performer who relies on his guitar and Voices to make money. Trashmouth soon walks into their lives and turns everything upside down.

Chapter 3 Below Cut Also on AO3

Eddie and the gang ended up going home with Bill at the end of his shift that night. Ben and Bev danced the night away, high on the bliss of being with their partner. After Richie had left, Eddie felt that old familiar cynicism and sat back down at his place at the bar counter.

He talked with Bill most of the night, both of them people watching and laughing at a lot of the absurdity that went down before them. Eddie and Bill were never best friends, thanks to Eddie’s crush (unbeknownst to Bill). But since moving to The House they had grown to be extremely close. It seems that that is what happened with all of them. Once you move far away from everything you know, all you really have is each other. Eddie didn’t know if he would find a better love than that. But as he sat and laughed with Bill, his heart pinned for something more. He hoped that he would.

It had been months since Eddie had stayed out this late though, damn near three in the morning. He was so exhausted he had to have Bill hold his hand and guide him to his small room upstairs.

Bev and Ben drunkenly gave them both a soft kiss on the mouth, and then went hand in hand into their own room. Eddie could hear faint talk and laughter every few minutes, and he knew they weren’t going to bed anytime soon.

Bill helped pull Eddie’s shoes off of his feet, but left Eddie with his thick socks and jacket on. It really was freezing in their house, the fireplace long gone cold since they left the house earlier that night. Bill then pulled the comforter out from under Eddie’s immobile body, and he tucks him in nice and tight. He leans over Eddie, barely grazing a kiss into his hair before he is leaning back up to walk out of the room.

“Night, Eddie. I’m glad I saw you dancing tonight. I love you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and as he turned around, he felt a small, warm hand grasp his.

“Stay, Bill.” Eddie says quietly. He gave Bill’s hand a tight squeeze, stopping him from leaving the room. Bill turned back around to face Eddie’s sad expression. Bill thought for sure that he had already fallen asleep.

“Stay.”

There was a desperation in Eddie’s voice that he was almost embarrassed about. He knew that Bill’s room, which was the attic, was the coldest and the largest in the whole house. It had to be at least ten degrees colder when you went up there. Eddie would tell himself that he only offered for Bill to sleep with him because of the cold weather, but he knew himself better than that.

He was lonely. He wanted a warm body next to his. He usually took advantage of Bill’s kindness in this way. He would ask to borrow Bill’s coat, or coax him into letting him hold hands. Bill did it because of his nearly father-like love for his Losers. Eddie did it so he could pretend, at least for a few minutes, that he had someone just to call his own. No sharing

Bill’s face lit up at Eddie’s request, and he quickly shucked off his own shoes, coat, tie, and jeans before climbing into Eddie’s small bed with him. He loved any opportunity to get some affection from any one of his kids, and he couldn’t control the grin that split his face in two as he snuggled into Eddie’s back.

“Is this okay?” Bill asked, acting as the Big Spoon without actually throwing an arm over Eddie’s body. The warmth that radiated from Bill was familiar and welcoming, and Eddie took a huge big breath in to smell Bill’s signature scent.

“Yeah, it’s okay. Goodnight, Billy.” Eddie said, feeling contentment and exhaustion take over his senses.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

Eddie pretended Bill was another person. Tried to ignore just how familiar Bill’s scent was. He closed his eyes, feeling Bill’s soft heartbeat on his chest. He pretended that the hair he felt on his neck was black and curly.

He fell asleep with a small smile on his face.

The rest of his weekend began how all his other ones do- Running errands and doing his house chores. Working full time and having a huge ass house didn’t really give him a lot of extra free time.

Everyone else in the house also had a list of things that they had to get done throughout the month- Beverly usually did all of the laundry, Mike did all of the lawn work, Stan did all of the budgeting and billing, things like that. Eddie insisted that he be the one to clean both bathrooms and the kitchen. He said that most bacteria and viruses were brought about through sinks and plumbing, and nobody else was about to argue with him on that- they all agreed that his job had to be the worst out of everyone’s in the house. He liked it though, it just reassured him that things were up to his cleanliness, especially the goddamn bathtub. Living with four hard working boys wasn’t the easiest for him- they stunk.

He had powered through his chores in record time, so he decided to go down to the basement to help out Beverly. Out of everyone, her job was definitely the most time consuming. A few loads had already been completed. Stan, Mike, and Bill’s small hampers were full of fresh smelling linens. It put a smile on Eddie’s face to see Bev’s care in her folding- even all of their socks and underwear.

They were both sitting and folding Ben and Eddie’s last two loads, when Bill came down to fetch his clean clothes. He immediately swept Beverly up into a huge hug, as he always did, and blew a raspberry into her cheek. She laughed and shoved him off as he said thank you, simply clipping, “Don’t mention it Big B.”

Bill grabbed his hamper, shouting over his shoulder up the stairs.

“BOYS! Beverly is done with the laundry, come get your shit!”

Bill gave Bev one more big smile before climbing the staircase, but halfway up he seemed to remember he needed to mention something. Ben and Stan came thumping down, arguing back and forth about something having to do with plants.

“Oh, Beverly. I forgot to tell you- your friend Trashmouth came into the bar last night.” Bill says. This makes Beverly perk up and Eddie pull a grossed out face.

“Trashmouth?” They say in unison, Beverly in excitement and Eddie is disgust. “What kind of name is Trashmouth?” He adds quietly, finishing up with the pile of towels he was folding.

“Yeah! He came in and auditioned for Keith. He totally got a spot to play every Sunday- our open mic night.” Bill says.

“That’s so fucking awesome, Bill, I told him to go in and talk with you about it! Did you get to meet him?” She says, completely enthralled.

“Yeah, I did. The dude is a total card- seriously bonkers. He hung out with me at my counter most of last night, and he wanted me to let you know he was playing next week.” Bill says, a smile pulling at his lips at the memory.

Eddie hadn’t heard a word about Trashmouth - let alone that Beverly had a friend outside of her coworkers and the Losers. He tried to snuff out his jealousy, but it was loud and irritation panged in his chest. Who was this Trashmouth anyway? And why was he so quickly becoming a favorite for his two best friends?

Eddie couldn’t keep the sour expression off of his face, but Bev and Bill ignored him as they chatted. Ben leaned over beside Eddie to pick up his clothes, before standing up straight and speaking up himself.

“Yeah, I know Trashmouth! He was the first person to sign my petition last week. He is the strangest mixture of weirdo and heartthrob. I couldn’t stop blushing, honestly.” Ben said, shame nowhere in his voice. Ben was extremely secure in his masculinity and it would of made Eddie smile at him if he wasn’t already so irrationally irritated.

This made Beverly laugh and pinch Ben’s cheeks.

“Yeah, Mike and I met him at the Tea Shop yesterday- apparently he is a street performer. Have any of you guys seen him play music on the corner near Eddie’s Bookstore yet? Is he as irritating to watch as he is to talk to?” Stan quips in. He had a strange expression on his face, like he was trying his best to fight off a smile at the mere mention of Trashmouth.

Comprehension colored Eddie’s mind- Oh. So that was who they were talking about. Eddie had to admit, he found Trashmouth extremely magnetic as well. Not only that, but for the past few weeks he had found Trashmouth’s music to be one of the best parts of his day. His gravelly voice and soft guitar would sometimes help Eddie drift off to sleep, just the memory of his music soothing him.

Eddie shook himself out of his thoughts just as everyone began to head back upstairs with their laundry. Eddie quickly picked up his pile of clothes to follow behind them.

“Well, I’m glad all of you already know him, because I was going to use this to lead into another question. I asked him if he wanted to come over tonight for a bonfire- is that okay with all of you?” Bill asked from his place on the top of the stairs, looking down on the four of them with a questioning gaze.

“Yes!” Beverly squealed, her face nearly red with joy and excitement. Ben and Stan nodded as well, simply happy that they were going to be having a fire soon- it was getting cold from the sun going down already.

Eddie knew that this was going to be another long night. How did he always get roped into his friend’s misadventures?

While Mike was getting a fire started in the backyard, Ben was preparing hot dogs and burgers to be cooked over the fire.

The anticipation of their very first guest in their home was getting Eddie pretty riled up. He felt near constant waves of anxiety pool into his belly every few minutes. He hadn’t even met the guy yet, but he couldn’t help but already feel like Eddie wasn’t going to be a big fan. He wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover, but just from the details he had picked up from Ben and Beverly he could tell- this guy was a handful.

Eddie swallowed and rubbed his face. You got this, Eddie. It’s just some guy- just a guest. It’ll be… fun. He thought. The word didn’t sit right in his head, even, and Eddie sighed. He wasn’t the best at making friends, and he found himself lucky that he had managed to make the five that he already had.

Beverly, being able to tell just how anxious he really was, knocked on his bedroom door. He called for her to come in, and she quietly opened the door. She stood in front of him, offering a bowl of something that smelled fruity and held up an entire cucumber in front of his eyes.

“Cucumber facial?” She offered, a smile playing on her lips and her eyebrows raised. Eddie’s face broke into a grin. She always knew how to make him feel better.

They walked into the bathroom and Bev sat down on the floor, legs crossed and back pressed up against the bathtub. She had already applied the light green clay mask to the face, and she got busy cutting up the cucumber on a cutting board she had brought upstairs.

Eddie stood in front of the mirror and began painting his freckled face with the cucumber mask. He noticed his skin was dry and nearly cracked, thanks to the cold climate. He scrunched his nose as he rubbing it into his skin, the mask making his face freezing.

“So… Who was that you were dancing with Friday night?” Beverly asks with a coy smile, not bothering to beat around the bush. This makes Eddie blanch and she giggles at him.

“Oh, what? You didn’t think I didn’t notice, did you? Mother knows all.” She says as she laughs at her own joke. Her laughter was like music to Eddie’s ears.

“N-no! It was just…” Eddie tries to resist the smile that wants to crawl on to his face. “It was no one.”

Richie had actually been on Eddie’s mind almost constantly the last few days. They way his front teeth peaked out over his bottom lip, his thick bush of curls, the blue dress he was wearing. The image of Richie was imprinted into Eddie’s mind. It wasn’t just the way that he looked, either. Richie was funny, flamboyant, and just plain odd. He has the strangest and most addicting energy, and Eddie wanted more. He didn’t think that people like Richie actually existed, let alone would be interested in spending most of their night with Eddie.

“It was not no one. Come on, tell me about him. Are you going to see him again? Or was it just a one-time thing?” Her questioning gets interrupted when she picks up a cucumber slice and bites into it.

“He… We… I think it was just a one time thing,” Eddie begins. “But I really, really hope it isn’t. I actually can’t get him out of my mind, Bev.” He admits, blush hidden behind his face mask.

“What was his name?” She asks quietly, trying to hide her smile behind her cucumber slice.

“Richie.” He says breathlessly, a stupidly dreamy look taking over his face.

“What was he like? He seems to have made quite the impression on you.”

“He… He was electric. He just walked right up to me and grabbed my hand, asked me to dance with him. I was scared shitless but he… He was so himself that I felt comfortable to be myself, you know? Like I couldn’t be any weirder than him, so I felt kind of… Safe.” He concludes, not knowing he felt that way until he uttered the words.

“Did you guys not exchange numbers, or…?”

“I told him I wanted to see him again. He promised that I would.” Eddie blushes even deeper at this, but he is all done applying his facial so neither of them see it. “He said he works on Main St. too… So hopefully I’ll bump into him eventually.”

Just as Eddie finishes his sentence, the doorbell rings.

Beverly immediately perks up, her smile growing to an incredible degree.

“That has to be Trashmouth!” She yelps and hands the cutting board of cucumber over to Eddie. She quickly opens the door and speed-walks to the stairs. She doesn’t even stop to wash the mask off of her face before she is already downstairs.

Eddie quickly follows behind her, placing one cucumber over his left eye and taking another slice to complete his look when he has a moment to sit down. He climbs down the steps just as Beverly swings open the door, flinging herself into the arms of a very tall man.

“T! Hi! Welcome to the Losers Club!” Beverly pulls away from him and giggles, wiping off some of the mask that she accidentally got on Trashmouth’s cheek.

“Hey, Bev! Thank you for having me, Ma Cherie. Where’s Bill?” Richie’s voice asks.

Wait.

Richie’s voice?

Eddie finally steps onto the main floor and just as he takes a chomp of his other cucumber slices. When his eyes rake over Richie’s tall form, he is shocked into stillness. His mouth hangs open, mid-bite. As Eddie stares, his other cucumber falls off of his eye and onto the floor.

Richie’s eyes meet his in that moment, and instant familiarity colors Richie’s dark eyes. A giant grin graces his face and he lifts both of his arms up into the air, walking towards Eddie.

“What?! Spaghetti Man!”

Richie is wearing a yellow button up that has psychedelic patterns all over it. It was button only to his sternum, and a little bit of dark chest hair peaked out. It was paired with, you guessed it, a matching colored floor-length skirt and vans. Richie’s hair wasn’t as wild as it had been the other night, but it definitely was voluminous in only the way Richie’s hair could be. Curls cascaded around his face and his beard looked much darker than it had Friday night. He looks absolutely gorgeous, and Eddie couldn’t react fast enough before Richie’s arms were folded around his shoulders, bringing him in for a warm and sincere hug.

Eddie stared wide eyed, not reciprocating the embrace, and staring directly at Bev in horror. She just looked on in fascination. They knew each other?

And here Eddie was, next to the boy of his affections, and he was clad only in tiny red shorts and a yellow shirt, looking like a complete fool. His face was absolutely smothered with his clay mask, and his mouth was stuffed full of cucumber. So stuffed, he couldn’t swallow in time before he had to say something to Richie.

“Hi, ‘Chee.” Eddie says around a full mouth, swallowing painfully. Richie pulls away from him, but keeps his hands braced on Eddie’s shoulder while he gets a better look at the smaller man.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. I didn’t know you knew Bev! Doing a little bit of self care, Princess?” Richie says, wiping away some of the clay mask that had rubbed onto his shirt from hugging Eddie. And Eddie knows that he was not meaning to be condescending, but he felt so embarrassed in that moment he couldn’t help but lightly push Richie away from him.

“Hey! Don’t call me that!” He huffs, glancing over to Beverly in annoyance but she is just staring back at them in complete amusement. She has a mischievous look in her eyes, and she just keeps glancing back and forth between them.

Eddie’s small temper tantrum just makes Richie laugh, and he is bringing Eddie in for another hug, that Eddie begrudgingly accepts. He thanks whatever God there is out there that the embarrassing facial mask is at least covering up an even more embarrassing blush that has spread across his cheeks.

“Wait, wait, wait. Richie? The same guy Eddie was hanging out with the other night? Wait- Your name is Richard?” Beverly asks loudly, walking over to Richie and pinching his arm.

“You never told me your actual name, T! What the hell?!” He retaliates by pinching her back, releasing Eddie from his friendly hold. He keeps going in for pinches a few more times, following her as she guides him into the kitchen to find Bill.

"Trashmouth my stage name! Like Madonna or-"

"Like Madonna?! You think Trashmouth is equal to Madonna?"

Eddie just stands right in his place, not bothering to watch them leave. He was completely shell-shocked. Richie was Trashmouth? The Trashmouth that everyone was so fond of, cascading around Main St like he owned it? Trashmouth, the man that had become the soundtrack to his life since moving to Portland?

The world was much smaller than Eddie ever anticipated.

And Richie just kept getting stranger.

They had all ended up sitting in a circle around their small campfire, and Ben had just finished barbecuing some burgers. Most of the other Losers had little hot dogs on sticks, and everyone was quietly chatting amongst themselves as they huddled around the warmth of the flames. Everyone except for Eddie, that is.

Eddie had quickly gone upstairs and washed his face, changed out of his pajamas, and dressed into something more suitable for a cute boy to see him in. A cute boy that had danced with him for nearly two hours. A cute boy that held him and called him gorgeous. A cute boy that, evidently, Eddie cared a lot about. A lot about his opinion of him, a least.

But Richie hadn’t stopped in his socializing to come talk to Eddie again, not even once, since he greeted him at the front door. He was too busy sharing a beer with Bill, talking about Bill’s art that had recently been put up in The Gallery. Or sitting next to Stan, using different Voices and accents to get him annoyed and riled up until he eventually started throwing buns at Richie while the others begged him to stop wasting food. Richie spent most of his time with Beverly, however, and she was seated on the ground in front of him while he sat in a chair beside Ben, talking quietly to one another.

The Losers had told Richie about how they all grew up together, all sharing the same school, and eventually all running away from home as soon as possible. They told Richie all about their childhood antics, about how Ben and Bev fell in love, about how Stan and Mike had gotten their jobs at the Tea Shop. They basically caught him all the way up into present day, not saving any embarrassing details. They even told Richie about the Roach Incident and Stan’s story telling nearly brought him to tears.

Eddie had decided that his best course of action was to just smoke some weed, eat a hot dog, and stay permeated into the background. Like he always was. At this point he wasn’t even sure if he wanted Richie’s attention anymore. He felt so deflated that he just wanted this night to be over altogether.

He didn’t go upstairs though, because he knew that that would be weird and that the other Losers really did want him there. So instead he remained silent, staring into the fire while he listened to his other friends happily chat amongst themselves. Everyone really was enjoying Richie’s company, he fell right into place with them like a missing puzzle piece. It would of been a very lovely scene altogether, Eddie thinks, if he wasn’t already feeling out of place himself.

Mike seemed to notice his lack of presence, because the large man picked up a lawn chair and plopped it right next to Eddie. Eddie jumped a little, but immediately relaxed after seeing Mike’s warm and friendly face.

“What are you doing all the way over here, bud?” Mike asked, placing a large and warm hand against the top of Eddie’s back. Eddie leans into his touch, gazing back into the darker man’s eyes. Mike just had that effect on people, you know? Where just his presence alone brought a feeling of serenity.

“Nothing.” Eddie shrugs at him, immediately shifting his gaze to the ground. “I guess I’m just not feeling very… social.” His eyes drift over to Richie and Mike doesn’t miss it.

“Feeling anxious about the unwelcome guest?” Mike asks, hitting a complete bullseye. He always knew what Eddie was thinking. No, what they were all thinking. He had to have been an empath or something, Eddie ponders.

“... Yes.” Eddie admits, fingers twitching around his plate. “Not about the guest, just… In general, I guess.”

“You’ve been staring at Trashmouth all night. Why don’t you go talk to him?” Mike asks, rubbing a small circle into Eddie’s shoulder blades.

Because I want him to come over here and talk to me, Eddie thinks stubbornly. He knew Mike was right, of course. If you want something, go get it. He shouldn’t just be waiting around for Richie to make the move, but he was definitely out of his element if he were to be the one to.

“I heard him talking about you in the kitchen with Bev and Bill.” Mike says quietly, eyes trained on Richie so that he doesn’t overhear him. “I think he likes you.”

Eddie’s interest was definitely peaked but he remained steadfast. He wasn’t going to give Mike what he wanted, and decided to be a turd instead. “Yeah, well he doesn’t even know me.”

“Let him get to know you, then.” Mike glances back towards Eddie, giving him a flirtatious smile before getting up out of his seat and moving it back next to Stan.

Eddie feels his heartbeat in his throat as he looks back over towards Richie. His face was illuminated by the orange glow of the bonfire and he looked gorgeous. He was playing with Bev’s hair with one hand, and flicking his cigarette with the other.

And if Eddie was hoping that it looked like he wasn’t pining, he would be absolutely mistaken. Eddie had this dreamy look in his eye that he used to get when he would look towards Bill, but this time it was much worse. His eyes fluttered and he only realized he let out a little sigh when Bev glanced over towards him and quirked an eyebrow.

He straightened up, clearing his throat, and looking away from her and glancing literally anywhere else.

Get ahold of yourself, Kaspbrak. It’s just Richie.

And it was just Richie. Gorgeous, enthusiastic, charming Richie and Eddie hated him for it. He didn’t end up getting up to talk to Richie that night, either. He didn’t even end up sticking around long enough to say goodbye to him when he left. Instead, he tucked himself into bed a few hours early, and willed the romantic thoughts that he had been playing with all weekend about Richie away.

If Richie wasn’t actually interested in him, fine. He wasn’t going to be interested either.

“Does Eddie hate me?” Richie asks a few nights later, as Beverly is getting prepared to close up shop. The thought had been bothering him ever since the bonfire, and he couldn’t get that little firecracker’s face out of his brain. The way Eddie had glared at him all night didn’t sit well in his stomach.

“Hate you?” Beverly scoffs, sweeping the floor. “No. Why would you say that?”

“Because I think he does. Did you see the daggers he was giving me all night?” Richie said, voice rising. “What did I do to deserve the Spaghetti Glare of the century? I mean… I thought we were cool.”

This makes Beverly laugh out loud. “He does have kind of a resting bitch face, doesn’t he? No, T, that is just what he looks like when he’s nervous.”

“Nervous? Why would he be nervous?” Richie asks, completely clueless.

“Wow. You’re completely clueless.” Beverly breathes, staring at him with pity.

“What? No I’m not… Beverly! Don’t laugh!”

“Does Richie hate me?” Eddie asks that same night.

He and Beverly are sitting on the couch downstairs. A movie plays quietly in the background and all the other Losers are fast asleep. Eddie couldn’t fall asleep though, and he had woken Beverley up and convinced her to watch a few movies with him. They both had to work exceptionally early tomorrow morning, but she just grinned at him and said “Of course.”

This didn’t happen too often, but Beverly knew that sleep didn’t come easy to Eddie when he had something plaguing his mind. This isn’t what she thought it was, though, and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her mouth.

“What? Beverly, don’t laugh!”

“Sorry, sorry… No, he doesn’t hate you, Eddie. What makes you say that?” She asks, eyes still trained on the television as she tosses some popcorn into her mouth.

“He just… kind of avoided me all night, at the bonfire. I thought that he was going to want to talk with me but… I guess he was too busy.” Eddie’s tone falls completely flat at the end of his sentence, his disappointment extremely evident in his voice.

She hums in acknowledgement, and as she chews on the new information, she picks up the remote and presses pause. Beverly turns to Eddie, crossing her legs, and takes his hands in hers. He just stares down at his lap, feeling embarrassed but simultaneously relieved at the confession.

He couldn’t get Richie off of his mind. Stupid Richie. What gave him the right to invade Eddie’s mind, anyway? They shared a dance, so what? Richie had made him feel alive and wanted for the first time in months… So what?

“You really like him, yeah?” Beverly says softly. Eddie doesn’t reply, just scrunches his face up in mock disgust. She lets out another laugh, but quickly quiets down. Her gaze is burning holes into Eddie’s head and he eventually makes eye contact with her.

“You’re worth getting to know, Eddie. You need to find some self confidence. You’re adorable, and smart, and really fucking funny. You have to stop beating yourself up just because you get a little nervous. It’s normal to clam up around someone you like.”

“But Richie doesn’t clam up! He is loud and.... Abrasive…” Eddie says, letting a little bit of venom slip into his voice. Stupid Richie.

“Yeah, well, Trashmouth is a spaz. I’m sure you can already tell.” Beverly teases. This makes Eddie crack a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I’m betting that reason is the same reason he was too distracted to remember to talk to you. Boys are stupid. Richie is no different.” Eddie snorts at this, and nods enthusiastically in agreement. Beverly leans forward and places a kiss softly to Eddie’s mouth, platonic and sweet.

“I love you, Eddie. Don’t let some boy make you feel unimportant. If you like him, you let him know just how important you are.”

“Okay. I love you too, Bev.”

The next time Eddie sees Richie is when he is walking to work that Friday morning. He hears Richie before he sees him, of course, and Eddie steels himself. Hold your ground, Kasprak.

You hear laughter,

Cracking through the walls,

It sends you spinning.

You have no choice.

Richie’s voice fills the cold air and he sounds beautiful. His voice is extremely soft and unlike the original song. He has slowed down the song considerably and he is swaying back and forth, looking extremely carefree. Richie’s eyes are closed as he sings aloud, feeling the music in its entirety.

You hear laughter,

Cracking through the walls,

It sends you spinning.

You have no choice.

Just Eddie is unlocking the front door to his bookstore and he is home free, he hears Richie put his hands over the strings of his guitar and stop singing.

“Eddie Spaghetti!” He calls, looking both ways before he jogs across the street and towers over Eddie. Richie’s smile is wide and sincere, his eyes crinkled to the point Eddie could barely see his eyes.

“Don’t call me that, Richie.” Eddie says, but his stern tone doesn’t have much impact because of the smile that graces his face.

“Hey, um… How-How are you?” Richie stutters and for the first time Eddie witnesses Richie’s nervousness. Eddie didn’t even think he was capable of being self aware, let alone nervousness.

“I’m okay. I’ve been better,” Eddie says honestly. He grips the strap of his satchel tightly, but he refuses to drop his gaze from Richie’s.

“I just wanted to say… I really enjoyed seeing you the other night. And seeing you the few nights before that, too.”

“You did?” Eddie asks, straining his voice from sounding hopeful. Stand your ground, Kaspbrak. “You could have fooled me.”

This makes Richie raise his eyebrows and smile self-consciously.

“What?”

“I said, you could have fooled me. You didn’t really talk to me the other night, Richie. I noticed.”

“I didn’t know you wanted me to talk to you.” Richie admits, eyebrows furrowed.

“Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you? I… I told you I wanted to see you again, at the bar.” Eddie says, swallowing hoarsely. He really wasn’t planning to put Richie on blast, but here he was. Eddie was a lot more confrontational than he gave himself credit for.

“I guess I was just… Surprised to see you, Spaghetti.” Richie reaches his arm and scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. Eddie notes this, and tries his best not to admit how fucking cute it is.

“You were surprised to see me? There I was, cucumber facial, and fucking Richie “Trashmouth” walks into my home!” Eddie nearly yells, waving his hands in the air above his head. This makes Richie laugh out loud, and Eddie tries to shoot him a glare but it comes out playful. “I’m serious! And then you basically ignore me all night-”

“Okay, I get it. I do. I’m sorry I didn’t give you all the attention you were looking for, Spaghetti Head. I didn’t know it upset you so much.” Richie teases, bringing his hand from his hair over to Eddie’s to tuck a curl of hair behind his ear.

Eddie holds his breath and silently watches Richie touch him. He shivers softly as his cold fingers graze his flushed face.

“I promise I won’t do it again. Next time we hang out, it’ll be the Richie and Eddie show, I swear it.” Richie says, crossing a little X over his heart. And that is all Eddie really wanted, in actuality. He wanted someone for himself. Richie somehow knew exactly what to say and Eddie can’t help the smile that splits across his face. He lightly shoves Richie away. Then, in a moment of sheer courage-

“Good. I think I deserve to have a boy’s attention for more than one night.” He nods, crossing his arms across his chest and bringing his gaze back up to Richie’s.

His flirtation makes Richie smile gleefully and he throws his head back in a laugh. When he looks back down back at him, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he would of said his eyes were filled with complete adoration.

“I think we’re going to be great friends, Eds.” Richie says behind him as he turns back around towards the bookstore, a smirk evident in his voice.

“Yeah, you wish, Trashmouth.” Eddie drawls, and only the flirtatious swing of his hips gives him away.

Richie just stares at him as he walks away, shaking his head lightly with his signature large grin. He turns away from the bookstore, then, and continues his singing as he crosses the street.

Following the footsteps of a ragdoll dance,

We are entranced.

Spellbound,

Spellbound...

Notes:

Yay! All the Losers finally together! We can get this party started!

Some more headcanons: -If Bill is dad then Mike is most definitely Mom like he is so caring and empathetic, I feel like the moment anyone is feeling off or left out Mike is 100% there to reassure them and let them know how loved they are -Beverly and Richie are honestly the brotp of the century I can't wait until Bev starts to feel comfortable enough to give Richie lil smooches because that guy needs it -I feel like being around Richie is already extremely healing for Eddie, like never in a million years would he be teasing or confident enough to tell a cute boy what he wants -Stan hates and loves Richie in equal amounts, as always, no matter the AU we know this to be the eternal truth like the fucking gospel

Thanks for reading!! Let me know what you think my loves!!!

#my writing #as long as we're together #reddie #reddie fanfiction #reddie fanfic #reddie fic #it 2017 #it stephen king #richie tozier #eddie kasprak #slow burn #friends to lovers

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smoothie klance au?? i guess

you would not guess how many half-written AUs i have in my drafts that become WAY TOO LONG for me to ever consider publishing in a text post. yes this is a short one.

keith makes smoothies for a living. it isnt a big deal until it is.

one night, this dude comes in. who cares about build-up, we all know its lance, and he looks frazzled. he sits at the counter and orders the fruitiest smoothie on the menu. keith makes it and doesnt think much of it, except to note that something about this kid is just... weird?

1: hes coming in alone, which people their age usually dont. 2: hes dressed pretty nicely. 3: hes just sitting there??? drinking a smoothie??? not even scrolling on his phone or anything, just looking around and slurping. okay weirdo. 4: he seems off. keith does not use the word “aura” on a regular basis but lance has an aura. (which does not make sense to keith, who barely understands his own emotions, let alone someone else’s.)

lance thanks keith, and leaves like thirty minutes later. hes certainly not the weirdest customer keith has ever served, but for some reason that random, singular dude sticks out in his mind.

but the shifts come and go, and gradually keith forgets about lance.

until he comes back in again.

its a lot like it was before. lance is dressed nicely, seeming miffed about something, or not miffed, exactly, but hes clearly not happy, and this time he orders a peanut butter and chocolate smoothie, and hes just as quiet as before, only this time hes rapidly tapping away on his phone instead of memorizing the inside of the restaurant, and keith is almost glad because it means he gets to sneak glances at this guy more casually??? like, hes had weird people in here before, and lance definitely isnt the weirdest, but enigma customers are intriguing to keith and he takes what he can get

the third time, its raining. lance is drenched, droplets running down the side of his face and under the collar of his (white, button-up) shirt. he smiles sheepishly at keith from across the room and sits at the counter, nearly having tripped on the way over because he didnt bother to wipe his shoes on the interior mat and created on the floor as he crossed the room.

he orders a strawberry and banana smoothie. keith has been preparing for this. he attempts small talk.

“nasty weather,” he says.

lance nods. “yep.”

god, that was horrible.

keith hands lance his smoothie, his change, and hides at the far end of the counter. lance alternates between staring at his phone and watching the rain hit the windows and slide down the glass. sometimes, he sighs.

the fourth time, its the middle of the day. keith is just getting off his shift, but he imagines himself whipping around and demanding to stay later just so he can serve this random kid he knows nothing about???? his eyes are trained on lance as he walks out the door. he thinks lance glances at him. for the first time, keith wonders if lance comes in when keith is not there.

months pass, and lance comes in on the regular. its clear now that when he comes in, he is not happy. in fact, he seems to be getting less and less happy, judging by the fact that he starts to order mega-sized blueberry blitzes.

and then lance disappears

and keith isnt obsessed with the guy, he doesnt, like, notice except for the fact that he totally does. where the fuck did lance go???

but, you know, whatever. a customer is a customer. keith thinks about him sometimes, but lets it go for the most part.

until he doesnt.

its four more months before lance comes in again. leaves have fallen off the trees and scarves recently appeared in the street overnight. and now, all of a sudden, in an autumn sunset, lance stumbles through the door and throws himself into the nearest chair. keith can hardly believe his eyes.

“what can i get you?” he asks lance, and he thinks lance understands that keith recognizes him. still, lance takes a moment to answer, like he has to pick every part of himself off the ground first. he drags a hand down his face. looks up at the menu. looks down at his hands.

“fuckin... i dont know, man. you ever experiment with ingredients and stuff? like, on your break, you make yourself a smoothie thats not on the menu?”

keith cannot say that he has. “you want something thats not on the menu?”

“yeah...” says lance. “something with chocolate, though. i dont care how much it costs.”

its completely out of place for keith to ask why lance looks like utter shit. hes a smoothie maker, not a bartender. also, he still doesnt even know lances name. and yet.

“what am i trying to fix with this smoothie?” he asks. “rough day? heartache?”

“bingo!” says lance, a bite in his words. he laughs like he wants to die. “dont skimp on the chocolate, man, please.”

keith nods and tries to remember things that lance has ordered in the past (its never been the same thing twice) so he can use that to guess what lance would like. chocolate? what went well with chocolate??? strawberries--people dipped strawberries in those chocolate fountains. and bananas went well with strawberries. strawberry-banana with chocolate. it might be disastrous, might be passable. keith improvises a little on the portioning, delivers the finished product to lance with a pained face.

“i have no idea how this will taste.”

lance shrugs, pays the man, and sticks a straw in it. though keith has other customers, he waits for a reply. lance doesnt give him one. his face is stubbornly unreadable. but, he doesnt choke it back up, so keith doesnt make him anything else. he, regrettably, must now face the other distractions customers.

hes never focused less on what he was making. his goal is to get the order and send it out the door. in the meantime, lance sits at the counter, sucks down his smoothie, and stares at the back wall of the room as though he has recently been hollowed out. keith wonders just what the hell has been going on in this dudes life the past three months.

finally, the line empties out. keith scoots back to lance’s seat. “can i get you anything else?”

lance sets down his 3/4 finished glass (keith has to act fast) and shakes his head.

“we have cookies,” keith offers.

lance snorts into his shoulder. “man, how pathetic do i look? pity eyes and cookie offers and free conversation.”

keith drops all pretense. “what happened?”

lance hangs his head, his shoulders slumping. “i was really hoping that i wouldnt be coming back to this goddamn place for a long time.”

keith doesnt know what to say to that. he knows that it isnt about the smoothies, but he doesnt want to pry directly into lance’s life, so he says, “the smoothies arent that bad.”

“no. the smoothies are great. perfect pick me up. it just sucks that im back to needing pick me ups.” he takes a long sip of schroedinger’s disaster-passable smoothie, and instead of saying anything, keith remains silent, an invitation for lance to explain more. “i used to come in here all the time a couple months back."

“i remember,” says keith, unprompted, because he feels like lance will respond well to honesty right now.

lance raises his eyebrows but doesnt comment. “okay. well, its super lame, and youre going to think im a total loser considering you remember me, but its sort of a personal tradition for me to come in here... after i have a bad date. but i met this dude and we hit it off and we’ve been a thing for almost four months now. and then today...” he makes a soft, sad noise as his hand plummets and crashes on the counter. “he broke up with me.” keith frowns.

“that sucks.”

“yeah,” says lance. “it really, really does. so fuck guys and girls and dating in general for a while. lancey lance is going to take care of himself from now on.”

keith blinks in surprise. lancey lance. “your name is lance?” he asks.

“since day one.”

keith offers what he hopes is an encouraging smile. “keith.”

“well, keith,” says lance, standing, “keep up the good work.”

he slides a five onto the table and heads for the door. keith frowns down at it for a moment. as lance leaves, he calls over his shoulder, “its a tip!”

after that, keith doesnt see lance for a while, but now, knowing why, thats a satisfying thing.

but also, knowing that lance is into dudes and actively looking for love is a worrying thing. keith would have to be blind not to see how attractive lance is, and after their brief but insightful conversation, lance’s happiness is on keith’s wish list. lately, a particular train of thought has been running repeatedly though keith’s head: lance wants someone who is not a jackass; i am not a jackass.

but it would be totally weird for keith to ask lance out. besides, lance isnt coming into the restaurant anymore. keith physically cant ask him on a date. perhaps that is for the best.

and then, one saturday afternoon, the planets align. keith has had a confident morning, business has been steady all day, and he rolled out of bed looking good. lance walks in. contrary to keith’s power mood, lance looks like hes been recently hit by a bus and scraped off the pavement. he makes eye contact with keith on the doormat and gives a rueful smile. keith smiles sympathetically in return.

“maybe im just destined to die alone,” lance says, halfway through his coconut-key-lime whatever. “or i’ll find true love when im like thirty. which would be a bummer. im cute now.”

keith grins. hes leaning nonchalantly on the counter, a cleaning rag tossed over his shoulder. “the world is full of idiots,” he says consolingly.

lance’s eyes bug out. “im one of them!” he protests. “clearly! what am i doing wrong? keith? buddy? my man??? today, my date walked out in the middle of the movie. it wasnt even a bad movie! i have no idea what i did, but clearly she just had enough. i tried texting her, but my messages wouldnt deliver. i think she blocked me.”

“what movie did you take her to see?”

“die a virgin 3.”

“i think i might see the problem.”

“its a tasteful movie!” lance protests. “the whole franchise gets a bad rap because of one bad scene in the first movie, but this one is great! it has keaton lovinsten in it. who doesnt like keaton lovinsten? i was practically drooling over him from the first-- oh. oh. i think i know what might have turned her off.”

keith snorts. “i certainly wouldnt like it if i went out with a dude and he started eye-fucking someone else.”

casually slip into the conversation that you like dudes. good one, keith!

“i wasnt-!” lance turns beet red. “it was a movie! hes a celebrity! and there is no way it was that bad.”

“she clearly thought it was.”

lance’s head falls onto the table. “im hopeless,” he says, but he seems to feel better about saying it now. something in keiths chest settles. he thinks about the alignment of the planets and decides that he cant do this yet. hes going to let the universe keep on rotating, and he’ll catch his opportunity the next time. for some reason, he wants to take this slowly.

so lance continues to make keith’s workplace his lovelorn HQ. keith continues to give him sympathetic pats on the back, one time even literally, and eventually he feels comfortable referencing lance in conversations with others as “my friend lance...”

meanwhile, lance goes on date after date with countless people who are not keith. the jealousy is starting to eat at keith, but he can endure it because he only ever sees lance on the tail end of these tragic romantic encounters, when all lance wants to do is complain about their big noses and loud chewing. still, keith starts to feel like hes playing with fire. on any random day, lance could find someone who makes him very happy, and he would suddenly disappear for good.

on a snowy thursday, lance enters the restaurant with a shiver. he pulls off his mittens and waves to keith, who smiles and waves back over the pigtails of a little girl. when its lance’s turn to order, he appears pleasant, if worn down. he orders extra whipped cream.

“what went wrong?” keith asks good-naturedly, lounging an elbow on the counter.

lance hesitates a moment before answering. he unwraps his whole straw, sticks it carefully in his smoothie, and drinks, before saying, “actually... nothing. i mean, not nothing, but... it wasn’t a bad date this time, it was just, i dont know, weird.”

keith prickles. he doesnt like the idea of lance having a date that wasnt overtly bad. “what made it weird?”

“what was weird was that it was good, but it was with someone bad. well, not bad. hes not bad, he was never bad, but, like, he kind of broke my heart, so...”

keith flashes back to the night lance told him about his bad-date-tradition. he frowns. “your ex?”

lance stirs his smoothie pensively. “yeah. he apologized for a lot of stuff and said hes changed, and, like, i dont know what to do with that. i thought i moved on, but considering im still not seeing anyone, maybe its a good idea to try again. i mean, if its what he wants, and its what i want, then what could go wrong? its not like he was a dick, he was always nice to me when we were together...”

lance’s voice fades out. keith is trying to think of all the ways he can coolly scream THAT IS THE WORST IDEA without sounding suspicious or biased. its a damn good thing that lance is staring into his smoothie instead of at keiths face, because keith is not keeping it together. he had taken too much of his sweet time, and now lance was heading back into a relationship, and keith had to decide if he was going to try to break that up, or watch lance fall in love again.

“how do you know hes changed?” keith asks carefully. “how do you know the same thing wont happen again?”

lance eyes keith for a moment instead of replying. then, he goes back to stirring his drink. “he seemed different. it felt like he had changed. he looked good...”

“you look good,” says keith. lance’s eyes flash up to him, and keith feels his face burn, his mind shouting, idiot! idiot! idiot! “i mean! i mean that you have changed, too, so you shouldnt be hasty about this decision. you should... look at all of your options.”

“do i even have other options at this point? my other option is stay lonely and unhappy.”

“or.” keith licks his suddenly dry lips. “you could try going on a date with me.”

silence rings loudly in his ears. he cant look at lance. he cant believe he just did that. he just said it, just like that, just put it out there for the world to hear. for lance to hear.

lance asks, “do you mean that?”

keith finally looks at him, and takes it as a very good sign that instead of revulsion or discomfort, he sees surprise. surprise and something happy. it gives him the courage to smile.

“yeah,” he says. “i mean it. you could finally see me out of this stupid apron. i mean! you could see me in my normal clothes.”

lance coughs hard into his hand, and keith’s soul withers with the knowledge that they are both currently thinking about keith naked.

lance recovers, albeit with a heavy blush on his face. “i’d like that,” he says. “but, um, just so you know, if it goes badly and you decide you hate me, im buying a blender and making my own smoothies after that.”

“that’s fair, but i dont think it will go badly,” says keith. “let me give you my number.” he pulls a napkin from the dispenser and scribbles on it with a pen, slides the napkin over to lance. when did it get so hot in here?

“thanks,” says lance, folding it and putting it in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

neither of them know what to talk about now.

“um, when are you free?” keith offers. “theres a new exhibit at the gallery that my old art teacher contributed to. its space themed, i think. we could go see it.”

lance nods. “that sounds fun. oh man, this is so awkward. im so sorry. im just still trying to register the fact that you actually asked me out. i did not think that was ever going to happen.”

keith cant help but think, me either. shiro is going to be so proud of him.

and, in a moment of bravery, he decides that he likes to see lance so bashful and awkward. he cant help but press his advantage. keith sticks out a hip, leans forward on the counter, and says, “was i too subtle before?”

but it seems like keith accidentally started speaking a language that lance understood. immediately, lance turns on the charm, a smile stretching over white teeth. keith is only shocked for a moment, and he doesnt let it show. lance says, “a little. thats okay. i like shy boys.”

keith wills himself not to get flustered. “how do you feel about motorcycles?”

“motorcycles?” lance repeats, genuinely interested.

“yeah,” says keith, still smiling. “i could teach you how to ride.”

lance gags a little bit on his straw. keith laughs and leaves him sputtering to tend to a pair of kids who just came in. by the time hes finished making their drinks, lance has disappeared, and in his place is a little napkin with a smiling face and the line: am i your bike? because its easy for you to get my motor running.

keith swipes it out of public sight, grinning, and stuffs it in his pocket.

the date does not go badly. it goes very, very well. keith shows up on his motorcycle, and lance is both impressed and excited to ride it. he hugs keith tight around the middle, whooping loudly, and when they pull into a parking spot, he stumbles off the seat like a champion, drunk on adrenaline, eyes shining. keiths heart sprints. they check out the exhibit and lance amuses keith by making ritzy, intellectual comments such as, “the artist has a certain je ne sais quoi, a, how do you say, need to fuck the canvas” that have keith choking back laughter in an effort to remain respectful. it goes so well that keith has the courage to take lance’s hand halfway through the exhibit, to which lance looks down and says, “gay.” afterwards, even though they didnt plan to, they go out to eat at a diner and split a large order of fries. lance has a unique, deeply personal drink (1/3 mountain dew 1/3 cherry coke 1/3 pepsi with a shot of dr pepper) which he graciously allows keith to try. keith periodically catches himself imagining scenarios wherein he and lance show up on each others doorstep for surprise dates or lounge together half-asleep in pajama pants, lance playing video games while keith watches vine compilations on youtube. afterward, because neither of them want to go home, keith takes lance for a spin on the motorcycle just to feel lance hold onto him, and they end up parking outside a place that is very familiar to them both.

“what are we doing here?” lance asks. he frowns at a large milkshake painted on the window. inside is the counter he’s has spent much of the last six months moping at.

keith checks over his shoulder. “i thought it would be rude to ask if you were coming here after, but if you wanted to, i figured it would be polite to drop you off.”

lance shoves keith in the side, laughing. “shut up, you bastard. you damn well know that this was a good date. take me home.”

keith obediently revs his motorcycle, and they take off together. over the roar of the bike and the wind, keith does not hear lance say, “the best date.”

they arrive back at lance’s house. lance is still awkward clambering off the bike, but its better this time. keith boots down the kickstand, and when he turns back up, lance is right there.

“the best date,” lance says, knowing full well that keith is going to hear him this time. he pulls off keith’s helmet, steps close, and keith only has a flash of realization for whats about to happen before lance kisses him.

“the best date,” keith agrees, awestruck.

“i’ll text you,” says lance.

“can’t wait,” says keith.

lance’s hands are still fisted in keiths jacket. “i think this is the part where you drive away.”

“or it’s the part where i ask if i can see you again. are you free this weekend?”

“if im not, i’ll move plans. count on it.” lance lets his hands fall. “you look good out of the apron, by the way.” he hands keith his helmet. “safety first. dont ruin your face, or i might not go out with you again.”

keith rolls his eyes. “its been a privilege.” he wants to kiss lance again. “see you friday.”

he starts his motorcycle, checks over his shoulder, and kicks off onto the road, leaving lance watching after him. he cant believe its only wednesday.

#klance #klance au #fic #i guess #dont know what else to call it #but take it god its out of my hands now #also dont blame me for the content its 1 AM

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steve0discusses · 6 years

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Yugioh S2 Ep2: Fire, Screaming, More Fire

Last we left Yugi, he’s yet again endangered his life by ditching school in order to duel some magic weirdo in an abandoned warehouse instead of just calling the police. Bakura’s been staring at the outside of this warehouse for at least a few minutes, probably deciding if it’s worth the effort. A rough decision.

Also, I mentioned this last episode, but it became super apparent in this episode with all these slow pans on this kid, but he used to actually look like a child last season but now looks...different? This awkward teen had a real big growth spurt over the past few arcs he was away. Apparently Bakura joined the local barre class or did Keto or maybe just used dark magic? I dunno.

They very clearly were like “we gotta sex up Bakura, he’s just so hard to look at” but then they changed nearly everything BUT the hair? The one irredeemable thing? The most cringey thing to look at on Bakura? they left it? They made him tall and fit but then left this weird mass of shapes on his head?

Anyways, he came out here just to track the puzzle but realized instead, he got a 2 for 1 package deal today.

(read more under the cut)

...he can just un-possess people? Ring beats wizard staff? (or rod, or whatever it is that this guy is holding off camera in the shot below. I think it was called a Millennium rod or something. Makes sense. It’s gold and has an eye on it.)

Keith has been possessed for...who knows how long, and he has a lot to take in. First off, he’s in a different country when last he remembers he was stranded in the ocean. Secondly, he’s in an abandoned warehouse with a minor which is all sorts of awkward to explain to the police. Third off, he’s playing cards? And then fourth off:

So glad I got to post this Bandit Keith meltdown in July. Even when he’s dumped in the ocean, possessed, trapped in a cult, shipped to Japan, and forced to dress like a knock-off heartless, despite alll of that, the flag bandana remained? You can remove all of Bandit Keith from Bandit Keith, but he will always wear his USA pride like someone who’s originally secretly born in Ontario and is desperately trying to hide it from their Texan Mother in Law.

That or he’s totally bald under that bandanna. Like one of those gas station redneck hats.

Here’s a redneck hat for the people in the room that aren’t from the States:

Like I’m 80% certain that Keith’s hair is not his real hair.

Also, damn, this brand is called “Mullet On the Go” and that is the best business name I’ve ever heard.

Yugi just assumes that Bandit Keith is mad about losing...and it says a lot about how much people freak out in this universe in how Yugi can’t tell the difference between when someone loses a game and when someone is possessed and trying to regain control of their mind. The two type of meltdowns really do look strikingly similar.

Even the bird looks like he’s just embarrassed to be here. Especially when this happens.

OH.

This is possible!?

I just assumed all those pieces welded together magically or something. But apparently this is hella possible!

So, possessed Bandit Keith decides to pull “A Mokuba” Which is what I call it, when someone peaces out halfway through the game and just steals stuff so the other person can’t play anymore. Still the ultimate move. Unrivaled in how effective it is. So far one of the only risk-free sure fire ways to beat Yugi Muto (other than threatening to kill yourself, which is option #2)

Does it count as a death if Pharaoh is already dead? Probably not, huh? Anyway, Ryou Bakura snaps out of it, goes back to Ryou, buttons up every single button on his shirt and jacket all the way up to his neck because he’s like way too much of a prude when he’s nice to show off that he’s been running that 5K, and then...decides to do this????

Is this how he’s been working out this whole time??? Has he just been Footloosing it through warehouses in his off hours, how is he so good at this???

Bakura kinda switches back and forth from being nice and being...Bakura. It’s not clear if Ryou is a face Bakura’s wearing just to deceive Yugi, or if Ryou is doing his best to interfere but just can’t interfere with the important stuff like this:

Yugi, reunited with the many pieces of his puzzle, looks at them with this big dumb smile while, at the same time, Bakura hashes out for us, the viewers, a reminder/recap about everything we learned about the history of this puzzle thing from last season.

TBH it’s a fair way to do recap for an entire season. Instead of having it slapped together at the beginning like some boring book report, instead just have it naturally slip in when you actually need to remember all this content. Although, TBH, if you just started watching Season 2 without Season 1, I doubt any of this recap would have helped make any of this make sense. Especially the part where a Pharaoh had Yugi’s hair. That’s just...that’s sort of a stretch, ya?

And Bakura does all of this within 2 feet of Yugi.

I guess we get to go back to Brain Fortress at some point. Have fun with the floor traps, Bakura. Have fun dealing with every corner of Yugi’s mind including the room that is just that really weird huge bowling pin and 50,000 oversized legos.

And then, Bakura just falls off this platform and flat on his ass, which kind of summarizes this guy altogether. Lots of trying so hard to look cool that it ends up going full circle and making him more awkward than just being...chill.

But, once the dust has settled, and the Bakura ancient curse has left the field, Bandit Keith decides he’s not dead and fully wakes up because the jetlag is apparently very real when you’re possessed.

WHAT!?

WHO!?

Just two rando cans of leaky ass gasoline???

Ah, now we’re watching Yugioh.

Yugi, the genius he is, decides he must save the puzzle. But like...why? Pharaoh’s already dead. He’s not going anywhere. But maybe Yugi never attended enough class to learn that most metals don’t melt in a house fire.

I mean this is magic metal so like...probably needs way more than fire to get rid of it. Probably have to toss it straight into space.

Oh man, the big new chain came back to bite him in the ass yet again--and not just this time, but multiple times this episode it keeps coming back to “why the hell did you get such a strong ass chain!?”

This chain is Yugi’s hubris. His Icarus wings.

Busting through the door with their feet, Joey and Tristan come across a whole lot of random things that happen all at the same time and it’s just them saying WTF WTF WTF over and over again until the episode ends.

They assume that Keith was the only one in this building quickly entering the first stage of Hell, but they had a feeling they should just double check, just in case, and their reaction to seeing their best friend here amongst the fire was “ah damn it, not again.”

Very surprised that Yugi’s hair has held up and has not gone up like a match. Maybe it was hair washing day and so it wasn’t full of grease yet?

Also, it’s nice to think that somewhere, just a few blocks away, Kaiba and Ryou are just having a wonderful day on the soccer field, birds singing, sun shining. A soft breeze in the air.

Meanwhile:

That’s not a joke I made--Yugi really did pass out like this. Which is how this bizarre scene happened:

This show has MOMENTS.

When they realize they should maybe pull the ring out instead of in, they finally got it out.

How did Bandit Keith get it in there in the first place!?

I’m pretty sure I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve seen someone in an anime carry someone from the front.

Yugi wakes up in a hospital, everyone is covered in anime battle damage (you know how when you get 3rd degree burns they just toss a couple bandaids on your face?), and he has some pretty choice jammies.

The episode ends on a weird note of Tea just getting real dark out of nowhere. OK

Bakura didn’t feel like coming to the hospital? Man. I can never tell with that kid.

Well that was a lot of...fire...right out of the gate, next week, on Yugioh:

Will Pharaoh and Bakura have a wacky Odd Couple situation in the puzzle chamber? Does Yugi change in the tow chain for a series of combination locks? Does Bandit Keith get stranded in Japan without any money, and have to race ducks like he’s in Shenmue?

#yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #s2 ep2 #fire #bandit keith #yugi muto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #bakura #like that was a lot of fire for a 2nd episode

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OKAY SO. i found your blog and im so glad bc finally someone who shares the same opinions! im asian, the whole reason i got into voltron was bc of shiro. and im so disappointed that the writers are probably going to replace him with keith, i mean how often do you get asians in leadership positions? amd not to mention shiro was missing for so much of s3, and i.was so mad that fandom wasnt being as angry about it as they are about keith being gone. and everyone keeps praising voltron (1)

for makig the show about keith because hes “east asian” SHOW ME WHERE. listen id love if keith was east asian (the only thing better than 1 asian character is 2 asian characters) but theres literally no canonical evidence that keith is asian. heck, i didnt even know keith was “”“asian coded”“” until interacting with fandom. casual voltron fans probably think keith is white. every keith stan pats themselves on the back for being “"progressive”“ and a ”“champion of diversity”“ for liking keith (2)

all while ignoring the ACTUAL, CANONICALLY CONFIRMED east asian character. the voltron fandom is so transparent, they dont care about asian rep at all. this fandom has made me, an asian, absolutely despise the asian keith hc. amd you know what? im pretty sure the voltron writers will never confirm keith ethnicity and ill have to live with ”“keith is asian coded so its perfectly okay to sideline confirmed characters of colour like lance, hunk, and allura for him!” till this show ends.(3)

also shiro doesnt get sidelined in the show, but his treatment in fandom is nowhere near as good keiths. keith joined the bom and everyones crying over their “"poor baby keith uwu”“ while ignoring the fact that shiro got tortured for a year and has possibly bee n cloned. and ive seen so much hate for shiro, because he was ”“"mean”“”. just say you hate asians! stop using my ethnicity to defend liking and hating all other characters for a (possibly, and very likely) white boy! (4)

OKAY so much of this ask is just… pure mood like… you hit so many nails on the head!! like keith being asian would be great but to just anyone watching? unless they suspect broganes being canon on their own, KEITH IS SOOO WHITE??? a fandom wide headcanon being largely accepted doesnt make it canon. i got into voltron because i was sick of fandoms that prioritized and glorified white boys and voltron was largely advertised by fans as having a nonwhite cast (aside from pidge) and i was like well…. no white boys lets go take a look!!! and for a long time despite no canon confirmation i really just assumed keith was ofc nonwhite when…. we don’t know, and where other characters have clearly been shown/coded their races, we all act like keith is a mystery when to the average viewer he… really isnt. like its insane. in the exact same damn situation!!!! in another fandom that prioritizes and glorifies a white boy!! pointing at keith and collectively saying “hes asian” doesnt make it canon anymore so than putting a shirt and shoes on a dog makes it a human. we’ve done so much work for advertising voltron to other like minded people looking for diversity its insane lmaooooo….

and youre so right abt people being so much more upset abt keith being gone than shiro!!! finding just regular shiro stans is so hard bc most of them are weirdos that either ship him with kids or just straight up fetishize and abuse him and its so awful… everyone acts like you have to ship him w someone to like him and thinking of him as a character is halted beyond that.

like white ppl def get “well i like keith and hes not white so im not racist!!!” cred and try to use it when thats like. not how it works. its insane. and im not trying to call out ppl who hc keith as asian and create content w that in mind? i like keith a lot and i see him as nonwhite too but up to a certain point i just wish we’d be more critical, of ourselves and of the show, for being so keith centric without really remembering that his race isnt confirmed… and that to a lot of watchers it probably isnt even a question.

#long post #oli.msg #i kno i rambled like :/ sorry but thank u for sending this ask i like ur perspective!!!#also lmao i love ppl coming into my inbox to agree w me like. thanks we're both so fucking valid #anonymous

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metalotaku-da · 6 years

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voltron mafia au

chapter 6: starting line

Team blue congregated on top of their chosen out post first choice. The tallest building backed against the water front on 2 sides, raised sides for an easily defensible perch. Porta johns not too far from the back outside stair case should the need arise. The only down side was it was probably the furthest point from the respawn point. But they could deal with that. Once the whole team was onsite they quickly began to unpack and set up all their gear to fortify their location. They had 15 minutes till open game started to set up Beezer’s mines, cams and turrets. Plus rearrange the barrels and crates in the lower floor for cover.

“So what’s the game plan?” Keith asked sorting pre-loaded clips for everyone’s weapons from a case they had brought. The only uniform weapon among the group was their pistols. Everyone carried the same one.

“First up is fortifying the base and getting Beezer set.“ Queen\Luxia stated calmly. She was helping Beezer set up his computer and drone in the back corner of the roof, he’d be the furthest from combat and safely snug between 2 walls.

“Uh, no. first is always physiological war fare and announcing our greatness.” lance/sharpshooter said cheekily. He dug out his blue tooth speaker from his back pack flipping an empty case over to use as a sound boost. Placing their blue flag directly behind it, easily visible to all. He placed the speaker inside the case and directed it out over the rest of the field. He glanced over his shoulder with a Cheshire grin as Blaytz and princess/Allura joined him at the front wall.

“What are they doing?” black\Shiro asked.

“Wait for it.” Rolo said a smirk to his voice and lips and he continued to unload and move stuff around.

“At least they moved it to the front of our position this time instead of the back this time. “ Florona\Flora quipped carrying an armful of clips to the lower floor down the inside stairs.

lance\sharpshooter pulled out his cell phone since Beezer was busy setting up still. With a bright toothy grin he hit a single button on his cell and the speaker burst to life at its loudest setting blasting Eiffel 65’s blue daba dea. As soon as the music started princess, Blaytz and sharpshooter started singing along as loud as they could while dancing and drawing the attention of the other players. Cheers and boos could be faintly heard from across the field.

“Blue team in the hizzle you quiznacks!” the trio shouted out in unison, with some vulgar crouch gesturing, hand motions and signs.

“What are you doing?!” noob squad shouted, some in amusement others in object horror.

“Now everyone is gonna know where our flag is and gun straight for you.” Keith\red shouted in frustrated disbelief.

“That’s the point.” Squirm offered after sharpshooter just cackled at his boyfriend.

“What?” Regris\tails asked with a look of utter confusion to match his coworkers and boss.

“You came with two of them. Did you not know what you were in for?” Plaxum\Plax happily pipped in. she had finished setting up their lunch in a safe place to cook will the lunch ceasefire.

“They want people to go for the base. Sharpshooter is base camp squad. He won’t get enough action if they don’t announce their location. Unless we stay close by for him to pick of engagements. Which doesn’t work for this game.” Nyma supplied the newest members.

“You left out how those 3 just like being extra as all get out.” Luxia\Queen added.

“Seriously? Allu… I mean princess is like that normally?” Shiro asked as Antok got up to join the trio in their taunts.

“Yeah lance I can see, Allura not so much.” Regris chimed in watching the little group getting into their dance and singing.

“Boys do you have a lot to learn. What did you think her nick name princess came from?” Rolo laughed out.

“She’s a Xena, not a peach. If you want peach afraid your princess is in another castle black.” Nyma laughed at Shiro’s shocked face.

“This is going to be an eye opening experience for you guys isn’t it? No wonder they wanted to bring you two along.“ Flora happily chuckled. “Weed out the weak.”

“Oh kay then. noted.” Shiro quirked his brow at the group as the trash talking reached another peak. Keith just smiled at his boyfriend’s antics. Happy to see him enjoy himself and be in his element. The song switched to bloodhound gangs bad touch, and with it the little group’s lewd gestors increased. Keith bust out laughing as his boyfriend pulled his rifle between his legs grinding and storming his hand down it like it was a stripper pole. Allura\princess for her prim and proper ways at the cafe and yoga studio was now throwing gangster signs sticking out her tongue as she leans and squats on the wall. Blaytz was bent over at the waist, one hand supporting him on the wall the other raised in a fist bobbing to the beat. Directly behind him was Antok with one hand waving wilding in the air the other on Blaytz’s hip as he air humped behind him.

“Man they had to find another weirdo to bring along didn’t they?” Queen\Luxia groaned out face palming.

“really think this outing is gonna be one filled for the water cooler, for years to come. “ Regris\tails chuckled out.

“Tails no!” Shiro\black and Keith\red shouted. But they also laughed.

“Did anyone else see the quiznacking Olkari’s rides. Squirm asked as Beezer’s drone whizzed past his head airborne and now scouting.

“Yeah why didn’t we think of something like that?” flora asked

“Gee, where would we park one? Or store it? Transport it? Or better yet who here has the funds for one in the first place?” Rolo deadpanned.

“We will do fine without one.” Queen/Luxia stated.

“Guys quite messing around. We need to decide your noobs rolls for the game. Who’s staying at base camp and running. We also need to get somewhere out in the field before the buzzer.” Nyma shouted at the group now dancing to all American rejects gives you hell.

“I’m staying!” lance chirped setting up his stool next to the wall and his beloved speaker.

“Of course you are you dirty camper!” Plax and Rolo bark out at him. The others laughed.

“Who else is staying?” Keith asked. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go out with lance’s friends to play to stay behind with him. But he assumed also he wouldn’t be the one making that call.

“Beezer always stays behind same with squirm. Beezer has to have back up.” Queen/Luxia shared.

“Not much of a fighter. I do support.” Beezer offered with a shrug.

“But it’s the best support.” Blaytz beamed.

“I’ll hang back this time too.” Florona/Flora piped up. “Wouldn’t mind a lazy game this time. And they need a baby sitter.”

“Hey!” the three boys whinned.

“Keep an eye out for gremlin. After the last game, she’ll be out for blood I’m sure. Or at least to even the score.” Queen/Luxia suggested.

“Nyma, Blaytz and Plax are our team runners.” Rolo offered the next group of rolls to Shiro and Keith, along with their co-workers.

“What is a runner in terms of game play or strategy?” Shiro asked. Hoping to not sound to confused and old, in case it was obvious.

“Runners go between the base and the field team, getting supplies or going back with a captured flag. Our team members on both ends cover them as they go between. Requires speed, and good hiding skill.” Allura/princess clarified for her boyfriend. “It’s also the ones most likely to enter combat under the MED. So skill with their boffers are more useful. Than with a gun. Which is why Blaytz is a runner.”

“I know I suck at shooting. You don’t have to rub it in.” Blaytz whined.

“Buzzer to go off in 2 minutes guys. Start moving if you are going to.” Beezer chirped from his spot behind his computer.

“Let’s have everyone stick together as one unit first. We can split off in to smaller units after we break in the noobs.” Queen/Luxia said as she climbed to her feet. The rest of the team following her up.

Keith took a moment to run up to lance. “How about a kiss for good luck?”

“Sure thing babe, but we don’t need luck. We have me and my girl.” Lance patted his rifle with a laugh. Keith just shook his head at him before lance grabbed him by the waist pulling him in for a kiss. “Have fun. I got your back.” Lance added as he pulled away pushing his boyfriend towards the stairs his friends had just headed down.

“Radios are on everyone. Let’s do this.” Beezer said as he lit up all his systems testing out his turrets and sending his drone out over lance and squirms heads to follow their field team out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12496988/chapters/28658188

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