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Klance, some NSFW bits, 5910 words.

Years after their beak up, Keith finally goes on a date and who should come across his little outing, but the man who broke his heart.

You’ve already read the beginning per my post here but I posted it all together because I felt like it, so just scroll past it if you need to.

As usual, I got derailed. There will be a (probably waaaay more nsfw) bonus to this later if I have anything to say about it though.

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To set the scene, Keith is in a booth sitting across the table from some cute nameless guy, they’re making polite conversation and Keith is smiling, not really feeling much but the effort is there. He’s been single for years now other than a couple one night stands to scratch an itch that never worked. It was time he got back out here and found someone to love as much as he who should not be named.

But god does he love he who should not be named—

Did. God did. Past tense. No current love. No sir.

So, Keith is doing his goddamn best okay.

And the guy across the table is so sweet and so kind and even pretty attractive— though not as attractive as he who should not be named but uhh let’s face it, that kind of luck was pretty unlikely to happen to Keith again.

Someone as attractive as that man who wasn’t going to break his heart? Yeah. Totally. Totally not real.

Ow.

Okay stop.

“No no I totally agree, it would have been so easy for them to go the right route but they just had to mess it up.” Keith offers to the conversation, fingers tapping awkwardly on the side of the table while they wait for their server to come back with their food.

The guy laughs, and it’s a cute laugh. Cuter even than he who shall not be named because his laugh always sounded so goddamn stupid but—

But Keith fucking loved his laugh. Loved the way he’d look down just before as if embarrassed by how funny he just found something. Loved the way he’d stand around with his jaw gaping like a fish. Loved every stupid thing about that horrible stupid man—

Keith stop, you’re on a date with a cute boy, stop, it’s been years, it’s been actual years, don’t do this to yourself, move on.

Why is he thinking about this dude so much anyway? Is it just the fact it’s a date? It’s a genuine smack in the face to every promise he’d made not to love anyone but that reckless stupid—

Chill. Chill chill chill.

Why does he feel so nervous? So on display, so judged. The guy across the table from him isn’t even trying to mentally undress him, so this uneasy feeling isn’t coming from him.

Quickly Keith scans the restaurant, looking for some homophobic idiot or someone who thinks it’s gross Keith went out wearing leggings as pants. (He likes them, fuck off.)

He doesn’t find anyone.

He must be imagining it.

Must be.

Must be.

“Hey, don’t look, but there’s a dude behind you— over by the bar who will not stop staring at the back of your head. I think he spaced out.”

Space. Lance loved space.

Bad sign.

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shit parents have no business telling to their kids:

I wish you were never born

Nobody will ever love you like we do

You’re lucky, other children have it worse

I should have beaten you more

You’re so incapable you will die out of stupidity

What can you do

You can’t do anything on your own

You’re so dumb you can’t get one thing done

You’ll never survive on your own

You will never amount to anything

You deserved this pain

You deserved even worse

You’re weak

Nobody cares what you want

Do you think I get what I want?

You’re useless

Why do we even keep you around

Why do we feed you

Who do you think paid for all this

You only take and take and give nothing back

When will you start paying off

also:

any kind of comparison to monsters, demons and pests

any kind of insults or slurs related to appearance, gender or sexual orientation

life-threats or violence-threats, even when they don’t sound serious

convincing children that their boundaries are a problem that needs to be gotten rid of

openly telling children everything that’s going on is their fault

if you feel the need to say these to your children, you obviously have no love or care for them. You think your children should suffer and you see nothing wrong with hurting your own child. You’re a disgrace and a burden on your own child. Children deserve better than this. They deserve parents who love them and protect them from pain. Why would you inflict pain on your own child. You are abusive monsters. If a child is suffering because of you, there’s nothing good about your existence.

707 and “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” :D?

The argument had been juvenile and entirely one-sided, your level of stubbornness clawing to astronomical heights. Your hands made quick work to flick the crumbs and straggling chips from the sheet, deliberately aiming for the side of the bed where you saw the top of Saeyoung’s head and eyes peeking up from.

“Y-You’re so cruel! How can you just throw me on the floor like this?!” he feigned his sobs, the croak in his voice. “It’s so cold down here. Have mercy on my soul! Let me back on the back, I’ll give you a back massage–no, wait! A foot massage and a head massage! I’ll massage you head-to-toe for the cheap, cheap price of letting me back on the bed.”

“Hell no,” you retorted. “Go sleep on the couch and eat your gross chips. I’m so sick of hearing you crunch, crunch, crunch–just crunching them all night!”

“Baby, I can change!” Saeyoung pleaded, jolting onto his knees before swinging a leg onto the mattress. “Just wait, I’ll show you!”

You promptly grunted and swatted his leg away. “I hope your next bag of chips are stale.”

Saeyoung reeled back, fingers splayed across his chest with a look that suggested he was thoroughly affronted. “I see what kind of person you truly are. Ruthless, unyielding, dominating–it’s super hot, honestly–but you can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

In return for the resolute glare gouging into the side of your head, you merely cast him an exasperated sidelong look before chucking several pillows at his head. “Just shut up and help me get all of your crumbs off the bed.”

You had just ripped the corners of the sheet from the bed when you noticed Saeyoung slowly rising to his feet, pillows tucked between his arms as he turned, almost mechanically marching towards the door. 

“Saeyoung…” you warned.

“I’ll just go sleep on the couch, anyway.”

“Saeyoung!”

you know, growing up my parents always used my words against me and that used to bother me a lot until recently when i realized i can just get amazed by whatever they say next. excellent strategy ngl. pisses them off. love my life.

Guys. Please can someone give me good bkdk fics to read that are fluffy without too much intense angst. Like hurt comfort is good too. Confessions and getting together. But with no nsfw PLEASE GOD and also one where they dont mischaracterize them and make izuku an uwu boy and katsuki a discord daddy. SOMEONE PLEASE

learning to be my mother

What We Become, Hailey Noecker / Mirror Traps, Hera Lindsey Bird / unknown / On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong / legitimately fucking dean winchester from supernatural / Elektra, Sophokles / When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen / The White Dress, Nathalie Leger / Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary, August 18th 1921

[text ID: And so this August is wasted.]

Gate… close.

Wendell Berry / Tim Seibles / James Baldwin / Mahmoud Darwish / Mary Oliver / Mahmoud Darwish / Octavio Paz / Madeline Miller / Florence + the Machine / Trista Mateer / Ocean Vuong / Akutami Gege, Jujutsu Kaisen