#she's v self-conscious and rarely ever feels heard and ;_______;

[compatiissante]

@ignisxcor sent: “ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose.  ” - damon

shippy memes for you hoes

"a valid question to have, truly--" and from what she'd been piecing together slowly through talks now and then ( whether with him or others who'd known him longer than she had ), it was understandable as to why he'd be asking in the first place.

even so, it takes her a moment or so to really think about her answer, her head slowly drifting sideways until she'd landed with it in his lap instead.

"i should be asking you that instead, actually, but-- for one, we both already know that i think you're hot. we established this, yes. further than that, though . . . you- you don't really seem to just tune me out if i'm talking about stuff? like things about my kind, the planes nomads. i know i was drunk, but i do remember you did seem to be listening. and obviously i've never really had something like this for myself before, this-- whatever it is we have together. i don't think it's any remnants of stockholm whatever, but--"

please help her, she's gonna end up rambling forever.

[avarkriss]

felled by you; held by you

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Boba Fett x Female Reader (no y/n, no she/her)

Rated: E for Explicit, 18+ only

Word Count: 2.188k

Summary: You get a little shy and Boba isn’t having any of that aka a good old fashioned mirror fuck 

Huge thank you to @beskars for dealing with my rabid texts and putting up with my chaotic ass on the daily

Warnings: Boba being Soft, kisses, eating fruit in bed, oral (m/f receiving), saliva/spit mention(s?), reader is a little self-conscious/feelings of unworthiness, tattooed Boba, v brief orgasm denial, v lite d/s tones, lots of fingers in a lot of places, some lite choking (just a lil’ neck squeeze), oop a little cumeating at the end who is surprised not me, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool wrap your tool), boinking in a mirror, extremely soft ending

Song Inspo: E Ipo sung by the one and only Temuera Morrison and if you haven’t heard it yet you absolutely need to (and NFWMB because what kind of fic writer would I be if I didn’t title something after a Hozier lyric)

Author’s Note: Return of thick daddy Boba but so, so soft. Is this a little out of character with how vocal and sweet he is? Probably. Do I care? Not in the slightest. Boba can be soft every once in a while, as a treat. Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

You woke with a shiver, rubbing your eyes at the warm pink light seeping through the small windows of Boba’s room. You were wrapped in a thin sheet and you rolled onto your back, swinging your arm out to search for him only to meet cool space, a faint sigh falling from your lips. You twisted further, turning to your other side and let your eyes flutter, sleep pulling at your edges as the blush of Tatooine’s sunset cast the room in a delicate glow. 

When the heavy door clicked you lifted your head, smiling as Boba approached the bed. He placed a jug of water and a tray of food on the small table before curling his hand around your hip, rubbing soft circles away from the flesh that bore the echo of his fingerprints. 

“It’s time to get up,” he murmured quietly, shaking his head at your noise of protest. 

“We’ve been in bed all day, little one.” 

His voice was firmer than the ground the palace stood on but you were still drifting between the stars. You laughed and returned to your back, running your fingers across the mossy green vambrace adorning your wrist. 

“What did you think was going to happen?” 

He leaned over you and smiled, brighter than the binary suns hanging just above the horizon. You thought you had lost him years ago to the unforgiving sands but here he was, more vibrant than ever. He was still wearing the old nut from your armor that was previously gray and now painted blue, tied around his neck by a thin leather string. You lazily spun it in your fingers, meeting his eyes with your lower lip caught between your teeth. 

“If I have a snack, can we cuddle?” 

Boba laughed in earnest then, the rolling sound bouncing around the room. It was so rare to hear these days and you cherished the fullness of it, gently tugging at the string to bring him closer to you. He kissed your nose and rested his forehead against yours, chest still rumbling with the whisper of his amusement. 

“Look at you,” he smiled, pulling back and extending his hand to help you sit up. “The most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy, bargaining for a cuddle.” 

You scoffed as he handed you the water, taking a long sip before rolling your eyes. 

“I don’t hear you bargaining for anything.” 

He shrugged as he handed you a bowl of fruits, taking a few berries himself and popping them into his mouth. You selected something plump and orange, leaning back against the headboard to enjoy the almost salty tang that flooded your mouth. 

You couldn’t help being reminded of him. 

He shot you a knowing wink before taking a shuura from the pile, carefully slicing a piece off with his knife before handing one over to you. 

“Mm. That one is sweet,” you said, catching the juice at the corner of your mouth with your thumb before handing him the peracui, watching him take a bite before returning his attention to the shuura. You both finished the fruit in silence, draining half the water in the process. 

When he set the bowl to the side you looked at him expectantly, running your tongue across your still swollen lips when he pulled off his coarse tunic and pants, laying towards you with his arm extended. You happily slid into his grasp, resting your head against his shoulder. He ran his thumb up your back while you traced over his tattoos with the tip of your finger, following the intricate lines and patterns that adorned his chest. 

He had told you once that his father had tattoos, complicated patterns across his forearms. It didn’t take you long to figure out that these lines matched the ones Jango had carried, differing only in placement. You leaned into him and kissed where the black ink bled into his skin and then his collarbone, starting a slow trail up his neck and across his jaw as you felt him harden against your leg. 

“Thought you wanted to cuddle,” he grumbled, turning his head to give you his pulse point. You licked around it, nipping at him before leaning towards his ear. 

“We did,” you shrugged, giving him a coy grin before dipping your head back to his neck. 

Boba flexed his hands around you, burying his fingertips in your skin as you kissed him, tongue traveling across his scars and the fading marks you had left at the base of his throat. He murmured something unintelligible below you, spreading his hands wide across your back as you made your way back down his body. 

You settled between his legs, gliding your tongue across the soft flesh of his inner thigh before placing feather light kisses to the tip of his cock, slowly swallowing him down as he groaned. He lifted his hips and you stilled him with a splayed palm, adjusting your mouth around him. 

You took him as deep as you could, wrapping your other hand around the base of his cock as he wove his fingers into the ones you had pressed into his waist. Your name tumbled from his lips, gentle and so quiet you were unsure that you had actually heard him. Your eyes met his and he moaned, sweet praises resting on your ears that brought fire to your veins. 

You hummed your gratitude and he bucked his hips up, squeezing his hand against yours and you slowly pulled away, a thin line of saliva shimmering in the fading light of the sunset. He reached to swipe it away from your lower lip, pulling you back up towards him. 

Boba took his cock in his hand and lined himself to your entrance, holding himself still as you slowly sank down on top of him, sighing with the stretch. You had been in bed with him since he gave you the vambrace the previous night, singing your commitment to each other with the stars as your witness and yet you still ached as he filled you, savoring the slow drag of his head against your velvet walls. 

He ran his hands up your sides, cupping your breasts in his hands with an appreciative groan. 

“Feel so good,” he grunted, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You mewled and leaned forward, rolling your hips against his. He met your rhythm, thrusting up into you while his hands traveled the expanse of your skin. 

His praises were free and open, honoring every bit of you that he could. You felt flames lick underneath your skin, chest panging with that familiar nag. Despite the love you freely gave and all your shared words of adoration. Despite years of separation and a hundred different scars. Despite the green vambrace fastened on your wrist. Despite all the love around you, somewhere in the darkest places of your heart where you dared not venture alone, you felt unworthy of his love. 

You folded over him to bury your face in his neck, placing hard kisses at the corner of his jaw. You grumbled when he asked to see you, knowing he could feel the way you were clenching around him. He had learned your body well, canting his hips so that he would rub against your upper walls, pulling your orgasm forward. 

You came with sharp edges, teeth buried in his clavicle as you shuddered around him. He moaned your name and flexed his hands against your  shoulders, stilling you before shifting around. He was leading you to sit across his lap, legs splayed wide around him. 

He pulled you from his chest and into a kiss, running his hand across your cheek to wrap around the back of your neck while the other worked its way to the swell of your ass, giving you a gentle squeeze. When you opened your mouth to moan he licked into you, swallowing your broken sighs. 

The new angle had you climbing high and fast, throwing your head back to the ceiling, nails digging into the taught skin of his biceps. 

“Let me see you,” he grunted, shifting his hips to thrust right up against that spot. He sensed your hesitation and growled your name, repeating his simple request. 

You responded by moaning louder, tightening your grip on his arms. He grumbled something lost to the sounds of your impending release before stilling, guiding you to your back before pulling away. You worried against your lower lip as you felt him shift on the bed, squeaking when you felt him tug you onto your stomach. 

You huffed in surprise when you found yourself being hoisted to his chest, back pressed flush to his sternum. 

“Look at me,” he growled in your ear, and you realized you were facing the large mirror against his wall. You kept your head tilted away from his, squeezing at his fingers when he slid his cock across your slit, teasing you with the closeness that you craved. 

He tsk’d before sliding one of his hands up your throat, wrapping his large hand around your jaw and turning your head towards the mirror. Your eyes darted to his cock teasing at your pussy and you trembled while he gently squeezed at your throat. When you met his eyes he smiled, swiping his thumb across your lips. 

“There you are, little one.” 

You keened high and tight when he slowly entered your pussy, slipping his thumb into your mouth. When you looked down again he stilled, waiting for you to lift your eyes once more. 

“If you look away from me I’ll stop, do you understand?” 

You swallowed and whimpered around him, breathing out your agreement. With it he began to rut up into you, pressing your tongue down with his thumb while he circled your swollen clit with the tip of his index finger on the other hand. 

You had been close before and you were rapidly approaching that familiar cliff, climbing higher with every stroke of his cock. You fought to keep your eyes open, the burnt umber of his stare peeling back every layer you had. 

“Look at what I get to see when I fuck you,” he rumbled, pressing hard on your clit as he rocked his hips. “I burn for your pleasure. Let me bask in it.” 

His name was heavy on your lips, muffled by the girth of his thumb that you eagerly sucked around. He coaxed you to your release, breathing his praise against the shell of your ear as you shook apart in his arms. He followed you soon after with a guttural moan, driving his hips hard against you. 

You collapsed forward and he eased out of you, pulling at your side to bring you to your back. Boba shuffled away from you to lay between your legs, kissing up your calves and across your knees before leaving small bites on your thighs, laved by his silken tongue tongue. 

You squealed his name when he licked across your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth, spreading your folds with his thumbs. He sang his satisfaction through your core as he lapped against you, your back arching off the bed as your hands searched for purchase against him. 

When you came it was in silence, jaw slack and toes curled against the bed. He pulled away and slowly kissed up your body, coming to rest his forehead against yours once more before capturing your lips with his own. 

He tasted of salt and zest and promises; rose gold sunsets and candy wine. 

He ran his thumb across your cheek, your eyes fluttering as he told you to follow. He picked up his helmet and held it at his hip while you pulled his discarded tunic over your head, following him to his desk. 

Boba set his helmet down with a heavy thunk, pulling out a small, ornate box filled with paints and brushes. He selected one and gave it a shake before dipping a brush inside, holding his hand out for yours. He focused on the triangle on the back of the vambrace and painted it in, covering the mossy green in brilliant amber. 

Satisfied with his work he placed a kiss to your knuckles, turning his attention to his helmet. He ran a finger across the red bars before bringing his brush to the end, adding an amber triangle of his own to the end of the row. 

When he turned back to you he found you studying the vambrace, brows slightly furrowed. It wasn’t a color you were familiar with in the Mandalorian tradition. 

“It means worthy. The best of me belongs to you, and I don’t want you to forget that.” 

You smiled then, blinking back the tears that threatened to form in the corners of your eyes. 

“So you take over a whole gangster empire and think you just get to make new traditions, huh?” 

He chuckled before pulling you into a hug, hands warm through the weave of his shirt. 

“I know a guy. Now let’s go back to bed.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Masterlist

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[jawabear]

Marcus Moreno fluff alphabet

Not my GIF

A/N: As promised, here is the fluff alphabet for Marcus the super daddy! I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Fem!Reader, loads of fluff, mentions of self doubt, not much else

Summary: An A-Z of Marcus Moreno’s relationship antics

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Marcus would show affection in every way in the book. All day, every day if he could. And he will. He just wants you to know how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. He doesn’t feel words are enough.

He’s especially fond of hugging you from behind. That’s his go to for showing you affection as well and kissing behind your ear or the underside of your jaw.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

He’s pretty out of touch in the dating front. He doesn’t really know how to go about asking you out, so it’s Missy who actually does it. Basically sets the two of you up on a date with out either of you knowing but you both take it in stride and start dating immediately after that.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle, yes. But he doesn’t make a habit out of it. You disagree, but he thinks that the more you cuddle the less effect it will have. You understand where he’s coming from but you don’t think it’s true. So really you only cuddle when he finds it absolutely necessary (which is quite often to be honest).

It’s mostly at night in bed or if either of you have had a particularly right day at work.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He was a single dad for a while so he’s pretty good at that sort of stuff. When he puts his mind to it, he’s a pretty good cook. And he does make sure everything that has a place is in its place.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He probably wouldn’t have the heart to do it. But if he really had to, he would just tell you that it wasn’t working. But he wouldn’t ever end it with you.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I don’t see Marcus as the type to get married a second time. He’s kind of put off the idea after his first marriage. Although it wasn’t his fault that it ended. But I just don’t think he’d want to get married again...

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is a very gentle man. He knows exactly what to do in any situation. He knows how to comfort you. He himself is pretty sensitive and can get quite emotional. But he is an excellent support blanket for you.

Physically, he’s super gentle. He knows how to touch you to make you feel better. He has the most comforting touch.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As mentioned, he loves to hug you from behind. It’s just a more comforting hold he finds. This is mainly in the mornings. You would be making breakfast or something and he would appear behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder before gently swaying you side to side as he told you how much he loved you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The time in between him realising he loves you and saying it is quite long. He’s scared of telling you because he’s scare you’ll leave him.

So he waits for you to say it first. And when you do, he doesn’t stop saying it back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Marcus does get jealous quite easily, this comes with his protective nature, but he is good at not acting on it. At least not in an overbearing way.

If someone is flirting with you, he casually slide up beside you and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him and kissing your cheek to make sure who ever it is that had tried it on you gets the message that you are unavailable.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Because he loves to hug you from behind so much, he loves to kiss behind your ear or the nape of your neck. Or even just the back of your head. He loves to bury his nose in your hair and just breath in your smell.

His kisses are all sweet and full of purpose and love. He never kisses you just for the sake of it. He kisses you to tell you how much he loves you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Clearly he’s an excellent dad and clearly he’s good with kids. But he doesn’t really know if he wants another one. Of course he’d love to have one with you, so you can have something that it both of yours, but he’s a little on the fence about it for reasons he doesn’t even know. Perhaps he feels he’s getting too old to take care of a baby...

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Marcus is usually up before you so it’s not that often that you’ll get to cuddle in bed, even on weekends his up with the sun. But that doesn’t matter. You’ll go down stairs and see him making a coffee or something so you’ll take it upon your self to initiate morning cuddles before Missy wakes up, not that that would stop you anyway.

But on the rare occasion you get a lazy day with him, that is what it is. I’m talking not getting out of bed until lunch time. Just laying in bed, in each other’s arms. (Maybe doing some other stuff). Just overall being soft.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are more tender than the soft mornings. It will usually be that you’ll be laying in bed facing each other, just looking at each other. He will lift his hand to gently stroke over your cheek. And you will do the same. There are no words needed in the night. These small actions are enough.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Marcus is a pretty open person I feel. I don’t think there is much he would hide from you. Besides, life as a hero means he’s pretty exposed anyway. But he wants to be straight forward with you, he doesn’t want to keep anything from you so he knows that you really do love him for him and not for who he pretends to be.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Marcus is very patient. He has been trained to keep his cool no matter what. And dealing with the Heroics has made him build up a pretty high tolerance for messing about. It take a lot for Marcus to get angry. So much so, that you’ve never seen him properly angry.

But you’ve heard stories. When he gets angry, he gets angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I get the feeling that Marcus would remember absolutely everything that’s ever happened in your relationship. He probably remembers everything you’ve ever said or done. He probably knows more about you than your own parents.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he hear you say “I love you” and meaning it is probably his favourite. You had said it a few times, but he got the feeling you had only said it to get him to say it back.

But there was one night where you were together, just being together and you looked into his eyes for a moment. You just looked at him and he looked right back at you. And then you said it. You whispered it. And he could hear the amount of truth sown into every letter. He would never forget that night.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Marcus is very protective. He has to know you’re safe. It drives him crazy if he doesn’t know where you are. But he’s not controlling. He just needs to know your okay. As long as he knows where you are and that you’re safe, he’s fine.

Should you ever end up in danger, who better to protect you than the leader of the Heroics?! To be honest, most people would be too scared to even think about hurting you if they knew that Marcus was your boyfriend. No one would want to go up against him in a fight.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Marcus always tried his best, he may not always succeed but he always tries. He wants to make sure you’re 100% happy. What he doesn’t understand is, just being with him makes you 100% happy.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a habit of doubting himself over the smallest things. He always worries that something is going to go wrong. He’s quite easily panicked and slightly paranoid. But that’s all a result of his job. It’s not something he can easily fix, but you try and help him as best you can.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Looks on his partner doesn’t bother him. It’s not that he’s looking for. He just wants someone he can be with.

But he is very self conscious about that way he looks. Seeing himself on TV daily has caused this. He doesn’t do it to look good for anyone in particular (besides you), he does it so that seeing himself on the screen is a little more bearable.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If he really thought about it, no. He wouldn’t feel incomplete as such. It’s hard for him to explain. He wouldn’t feel right with out you, but he has got Missy who has been his heart since she was born. You understand that. Regardless of how much he loves you, Missy will always come first for him. Granted, this has lead to a few complications in your relationship but you managed to get over it pretty quickly.

But he wouldn’t want to be with out you. He needs you in his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.

Marcus loves how easily you mix in with his family. He knows that perhaps having a kid can put people off. But he was so happy that it didn’t put you off. And he loves how good you are with Missy. How playful and helpful you are. How you’re always willing to join in, even though he knows how anxious you are about it. He just loves what you add to his family. What you add to his life. He just loves you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t really like really tall girls. As I said, he loves to hug you from behind and bury his nose in your hair. This would be a little bit difficult if his partner was taller than him. But it’s not completely a no. He doesn’t really care about something like that. He’ll find a way to get it done should his partner be taller than him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Marcus struggles to sleep. He hasn’t really slept soundly since he was a kid. He’s a light sleeper so even when he is sleeping, he’s not really resting.

But he does find it easier to get to sleep when he’s got you by his side, you bring a comfort with you that relaxes him.

10/01/21

Taglist: @linkpk88 @phoenixhalliwell @lunaserenade

[pinkykitten]

truth or dare

- @someoneovertherainboww​ heey i dont know if u tak requests but i loved ur writing and i was wondering if u could make prompts 20 and/or 25 for zuko pls prompt(s):  “i’m not playing truth or dare.” “why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

pairing: zuko x female! reader words: 2,210 genre: modern au, high school au, cafe au, fluff, comedy, requested

a/n: tysm!!! yes requests are opened atm! omg while writing this i thought of that thing that dante said at like a con or something where he was ordering at starbucks and the lady was like omg ur zuko!!!😂 art in title isnt mine! hope yall enjoy this ball of cheesiness that cures my acne and enjoy the love that i have for zuko to make me become a disaster for him （＾コ＾）V

Your back ached from the way you hovered over your laptop and sat at your desk. Your mind was focused on learning and getting good grades it didn’t mind the pain. Your eyes burned from the strenuous gaze at your blue screen. Your hands felt as if you churned butter and not to mention the mean girls were extra rude today at school. High school was tough and you needed the rest of the day to be filled with relaxation and peace before you hit the books tomorrow. 

“Where are you going?” Your best friend Sokka asked through the phone.

You hopped off the bus with all your items almost spilling out of your bag. “I’m going to Fire Tea Shop. I read the reviews online and people say its pretty good.”

“No, c’mon Y/N you had your chance. You mean its pretty lit!!!!” Sokka sounded too much like a kid that had eaten edibles. 

“I’m hanging up,” you said deadpanned. “I don’t even know how I’ve kept up this friendship this long. I’m so proud of myself.”

“Its because you love me.” Sokka sang. 

“It might be because I think you need my help. If I wasn’t with you and had your back like where do you think you would be? Probably eating crap off a cave right now and starving.” You walked up and inside the cafe was so cozy. It had an earthy yet red contrast feel to the place. It sure matched with the name Fire. It had some vintage Chinese architect to it. It was stunning and really caught your eye. And it was peaceful. “Do you want anything babes?” You asked as you looked at the menu. “They have cactus juice.” 

“No!” Sokka shouted on the phone. “I tried that, I couldn’t get out of the bathroom the whole day! Plus I thought I saw like mushrooms of some sort.” 

You snickered, “baby, I think you’ve been eating too many mushrooms!”

“I’m good. You enjoy it there.”

You said your goodbyes and hanged up the phone. As you did an old man came up with a long beard to say his welcoming. 

“Hello there, young lady. Might I interest you in trying our newest tea? White Jade tea. It’s very delicious.” He smiled wide. 

You read his name tag. He was such an adorable old man. “Hmmm, Iroh? Actually since this is my first time I want to try your most popular tea. How about-”

“So White Jade?” Iroh was about to punch in your order when you heard a shriek and what seemed to be a pot dropping on the floor. “One moment please. That is probably my angsty, incapable nephew that made a mess. Please look to see what you would like.” Iroh made a hasty get away. 

Out came a teen your age as he rubbed the back of his head. He was so handsome looking. His hair was disheveled and he wore a red apron. His attitude really attracted you. “Good thing I made a distraction, that White Jade tea is not a hit. I’m not that good at making tea also. That’s more my uncle’s job.” His voice was low and had an edge to it. It was so handsome. 

“Oh he’s your uncle. That’s sweet!” You grabbed your wallet out. “I would like a Jasmine tea please.” 

“Good choice. My uncle loves that tea. That will be $4.25.”

You grabbed your money and went to give it to him when you saw the huge scar. It was red and didn’t scare you but you couldn’t look away. The thoughts that went through your mind was how in deep pain this person must of been in to endure and cope through that painful wound. 

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

You wanted to hit yourself. You were taught to have manners and here you were staring at this young man. He probably felt self conscious and insecure and you made him feel worse. “Oh my God I am so sorry. I wasn’t meaning it like that. I’m just sorry that you had to go through that.” You read his name tag. “Zuko. Its a beautiful name.”

Zuko’s nose flared up, “yeah, thanks.” He grabbed forcefully at the money and you sat and awaited your order. 

You dug your head in your arms. ‘Why are you like this Y/N? Why did you stare?’

“Here is your tea miss,” Iroh instead brought the tea out. “My nephew felt he didn’t want to scare you away.”

You bit your lip, “I am so sorry. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable. It was so insensitive for me to do that. Please can we start over.” You felt so bad and guilty. 

Iroh thought about it then pointed to the tea. “I make the tea myself. Taste it and I’ll think about your offer.”

You sipped the warm tea and no lie it was amazing. He definitely knew what he was doing. You weren’t thinking it was fantastic because you wanted to make amends with these folks but it was actually the truth. 

“Honestly?”

Iroh nodded. 

“This is really good and totally what I needed today. Thank you for this and please take this tip.” You gave Iroh the money. “Its a way to say I’m sorry.”

Iroh saw the money and smiled wide, “I can think we can find it in our hearts to forgive you.”

You finished your tea and went to the order counter and rang the bell. Zuko came out thinking you left. 

“Yes?”

“I was thinking. Do you maybe want to go to the park tomorrow and catch some lunch? Its A way for me to apologize for my behavior today.”

Zuko looked around sheepishly, “I don’t know.”

“Please,” you pouted your lips. 

Zuko agreed and the date was set. 

After school the next day you went straight to the cafe. 

You were going to be honest in saying Zuko was really cute. You were nervous and thinking about him the whole day non stop. You even dressed up for the occasion which rarely happens! Even Sokka knew and wouldn’t stop teasing you the whole day. He should of been your hype man but he made you feel like a little girl with a crush!

“You ready Zuko?” 

“Yeah just give me a sec.” Zuko went in the back and came back with a changed look. He wore instead a red bomber jacket. Could he be anymore boyfriend material?

“Love the jacket.” You poked him on his side and he blushed awkwardly. 

The way to the park was more silent and you were considering if this was a bad idea. 

“So do you go to school or are you home schooled?’ You tried to break the ice. 

“Actually, I go to the school not to far from here.” Zuko pointed in the direction your school was at. 

“Wait! I think we go to the same school! Yeah, I’ve seen you before!”

“I’m not that hard to miss.” Zuko, in a way, brought up his scar. 

“No I would remember you from being so handsome.” You smirked. Zuko almost choked. “That school sucks though. Its the same everyday. Work my butt off and then get kicked around like dirt by the schools mean girls. I feel like my life is a movie sometimes.”

“Yeah I get made fun of too.”

“I’m sorry.” You touched his arm. 

“My dad did this to me,” he pointed to his scar. “Didn’t like me as a son and loved my sister more, I guess.”

“It’s a touchy subject. I didn’t realize it, I’m sorry.”

Zuko chuckled which was something new to you and almost shocking, “you can stop saying sorry. I already forgive you. Its not a big deal. I like you though, I think you’re cool.”

“Thanks.”

“And those people that make fun of you, they're crazy. They're probably jealous of you because you're so beautiful.”

You almost died right there! You were like already ready to get married to this man it felt like. Would it be wrong to ask if he was single? You prayed and hoped he was. 

You two sat at the bench. It was such a peaceful, sunny day. You crossed your legs and faced him. “So Zuko, lets play truth or dare!”

“I’m not playing truth or dare.”

“Alright I choose dare to get it started.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. He knew you weren’t going to do this. “I dare you to ask that old lady over there if she knows any place that sells laxatives.” You shot up and Zuko immediately regretted it. “Y/N I was just kidding. Let me do another one.”

“A dares a dare my man.” You fist bumped your chest like the warrior you were. You went up to the old lady like a lost kid. 

Zuko couldn’t help but laugh hard and try to shy away from the world. 

You ran back and fist bumped the air with a skip. “In your face fire prince!” You nicknamed him. “She said around the block they got a drug store. Boom! Now your turn.”

“Okay, truth.”

“Boriiiiiiiing! Oh my God! Fine! What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”

He groaned, “really? We’re going there? I said a joke, okay, that my uncle said and it came out terrible the punchline left the building and nobody laughed. It was [pretty brutal.”

“I would of loved to see that,” you said in awe. “That’s full on cringe right there sweetie.”

“Okay, you now.”

“Truth.”

“Sissy much?” Zuko raised his brow. 

“Hypocrite! I’m just following your footsteps.”

“Okay, feisty. Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“Totally!” You struggled on that one. It was such LIES!

“You stumbled on that one. I can tell you’re lying.”

“Yes, fine I am. I’ve never kissed anybody in my life okay. Only my pillow. I’ve practiced on that and lets just say its been through a lot.”

“Wow,” Zuko tried to stifle his chuckles, “you’re unbelievable.”

“And what about you? Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“Truth or dare?” You were starting to see a different side of Zuko that you really liked. He was fun and made you smile. 

“Truth.”

“Have you ever kissed your girlfriend?” You wanted to see if he was single. 

“I’ve kissed before but I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You legit wanted to party and cry because this could actually happen. “Who’d you kiss?”

“A customer.”

“Oooh, you have to spill the tea on that later. I choose dare!”

“I dare you to try your first kiss with me.” Zuko raised his brow. 

Oh my Lord was he serious? You were sweating profusely and at an alarming rate. “Are you for real?”

Zuko nodded his head, “it is a dare. And you wanted to start this. I told you not to.”

“I’ve never kissed anyone! How do I do it?”

“Just look at me and try it out and I’ll critique it.”

“I’m kinda hating you right now.” You glared at Zuko. “Only 3 seconds okay.”

Zuko surrendered to that and you closened up on him. He smelled of tea leaves that were light and airy and a burning flame of musk. He was really growing on you. You came closer and closer until your lips met. You wanted to keep still but Zuko moved his lips so you followed. You felt the whole shebang. Fireworks, butterflies, everything. You clutched onto his bomber jacket. They seemed so strong and vigorous the kisses but they were tiny pecks to start you off. Your lips moved in sync with his because you got the memo and started getting used to it. You looked down at your watch as saw that it passed the three seconds. Separating from him you wiped your lips, breathless for a puny kiss. It seemed like such a milestone for you and something so big but in reality some kids kiss their posters longer than what you did. 

“How was that?” Zuko looked away blushing. 

“Very invigorating and exciting.” You were speechless. You were such a daredevil is what you thought to kiss this complete handsome stranger. It was like a dream though. You stood on the bench and screamed out the park, “I just had my first kiss everyone!!!”

Zuko pulled you down, “oh my God it wasn’t that amazing. Chill out. I choose truth.”

You evilly smiled, “do you think I’m attractive?”

Zuko’s blush was even redder this time. “Yeah, you’re cute. My type.”

You wiggled your brows, “you’re type? You think I’m cute? He’s think I’m cute! I have finally a guy! Who thinks I’m cute! I have a chance! At not being alone! And being a crazy cat lady!” You sang as you shook your body. “Okay last one, I choose dare again. Yolo. Living on the edge.”

“I dare you to go on another date with me,” Zuko asked as he played with his fingers. 

It was silent and you were surprised on one factor. ‘This was a date?’ You grabbed his hands and smiled at him, “I’d love to go on another date with you! And you said you didn’t want to play truth or dare.”

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Dressed in Confidence

Fanfiction:

Kiryuuin Shou x Kyan Yutaka (Golden Bomber)

Note: So, you might have seen the self-cover Shou shared yesterday and it inspired me to write a fic right away. For the context: The character originally performing the song has a magic suit that makes him confident and popular with women. Please, don’t question how it works, we’ll just pretend a suit can magically change Shou’s appearance and personality in this fic ^-^ Also, if you haven’t seen the video, please check it out, because he is gorgeous in it and maybe it will make the story seem a little less random ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgzL_Ccmr1Y

„Just go over and talk to her already”, Yutaka urged quietly.

He didn’t know whom of the girls Shou had set his eyes on, but the glances he kept sneaking at the group of women opposite to their booth at the bar were more than obvious. Yutaka had waited to speak up until Jun and Kenji had went over to the counter to secure new drinks for themselves though. Shou was naturally self-conscious and Yutaka hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable in front of the others. But his silent longing was becoming hard to bear.

“I can’t just do that”, Shou protested. Obviously, he knew what Yutaka was talking about immediately. He didn’t even seem surprised that Yutaka had noticed. “I’m not some kind of gigolo.”

Yutaka frowned. Although he was pretty good at seeing Shou through, he sometimes didn’t understand his reasoning anyway.

“Chatting up girls in bars and being a gigolo are two totally different things.”

Next to him Shou squirmed on the bench seat.

“I just don’t have that kind of confidence”, he whined.

“You are handsome, famous and you have money. Women have every reason to be interested in you. So, pull yourself together.”

Yutaka had lost count of how often he had given Shou similar pep talks already.

“I’m not”, Shou said right away. He cleared his throat. “I mean, I’m famous. And I do have money. But I’m not handsome.”

It was difficult to come up with the right reply to that. Yutaka never found the right words to talk about Shou’s looks.

“You should let them decide for themselves”, he pointed out.

Shou shifted his weight again. He reached down to check for the bag he kept on the floor between his legs. He had kept checking for it all evening, as if he was scared it might suddenly disappear.

“Please, if I go over there, I won’t even be able to look them in the eyes.” Shou winced.

Yutaka hoped that Jun and Kenji would hurry. The conversation was starting to make him uneasy. He didn’t know how to cheer Shou up without praising him, and he didn’t know how to praise him without making him uncomfortable. Being Shou’s friend could be difficult.

“What’s in the bag anyway?”, he changed the topic. Not the best solution, but at least a way to distract Shou from his self-pity.

“Ah, I wrote Party wo Tomenaide for that franchise, remember? They’re currently working on this magic suit and they gave me a prototype when I recorded the video for the self-cover. It’s supposed to make you cool and confident and popular with women.”

“And you brought it to the bar?” Yutaka hadn’t meant to let disdain sneak into his voice, but Shou pulled up his shoulders instinctively as if he wanted to shield himself from potential judgement.

“Just in case”, he said defensively. “We sometimes end up talking to women, when we’re in a group and I thought it might be a good chance to try it out. See if it even works. In case there is ever something I’ll need a lot of confidence for.”

Yutaka felt soothed to think Shou had only eyed the women as test objects to sate his curiosity about the suit and that he had not fallen in love from across the room. His tendencies in that regard were sometimes worrisome.

“Well then, give it a try”, he suggested. He had heard about the suit but hadn’t known Shou actually owned a prototype. He was curious, if it would work. Shou’s confidence could surely use an occasional boost and it would be great to no longer be the one responsible for it.

“If you insist”, Shou mumbled, but he was already fumbling with his bag. It was obvious he had only waited for some sort of permission.

He pulled out a suit coat and inhaled soundly before he got up. For a moment, he just stood there with the piece of clothing in his hands indecisively. Then he slipped it on in a surprisingly smooth motion.

All Yutaka did was blink and the next second, a completely changed person stood in front of him. Shou’s traditional Tamiya shirt had miraculously transformed into a silky, black suit. It even came with matching dress shoes. But it wasn’t just that. His hair had changed, too. It was styled in perfect shape and showed green streaks that made his look seem edgy and interesting. He was even wearing makeup that differed his usual style. A bright yellow flower stuck in his buttonhole.

Shou had transformed into someone so conventionally attractive, he might indeed start working at a host club.

Absent-mindedly he straightened his suit coat and turned towards the group of women.

He looked dazzling, but almost like a stranger.

Yutaka was surprised that he hesitated for so long before approaching the women anyway. He followed him with his eyes, curious how this would turn out.

Shou’s posture seemed straighter than usually as he walked through the room, yet he still managed to look awkward. He looked like a person who was arguing with himself about every step.

Finally, he stopped right behind a cute girl with bangs. Yutaka should have been able to guess it was her whom Shou had been watching. He would have chatted up her more light-haired friend, but when it came to Shou, she was just his type.

The girl didn’t notice him, though.

Shou just stood for a moment, although her friends had already noticed him. Seemingly, Shou had no idea how to draw attention to himself. He hesitated for far too long, before he reached out and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She flinched, which caused Shou to jolt in return and the whole situation was so awkward to watch, that Yutaka winced under his breath. The good looks and the confidence to approach women had done nothing for Shou’s coolness.

The girl turned around and even from across the room, Yutaka could tell that she seemed startled at Shou’s appearance. Her expression wasn’t annoyed but spoke of pleasant surprise. If a girl looked at you like that at first sight, it was very difficult to blow it.

Even from across the room Yutaka could tell that Shou would blow it.

Instead of looking at the girl while talking, he kept his eyes on the ground and his posture shifted, making it seem as if he wanted to curl back up into himself. He looked exactly as miserable and self-conscious talking to women as he had as a teenager. Everything about his body language radiated insecurity.

Yutaka sighed.

The woman shook her head. Instead of taking it with dignity, Shou managed to look even more miserable. Knowing him, Yutaka assumed he was probably blushing. He still didn’t make eye-contact.

After a very painful minute, Shou turned around and shuffled back to their table. He no longer seemed confident at all. His outward handsomeness remained, but it didn’t match with the way he carried himself at all.

“Sorry”, Yutaka said. “At least now you know.”

Shou sat down on the bench next to him again. Yutaka noticed that he wasn’t slumping down as usual, though, but sat surprisingly straight. It made him look taller and more self-assured.

“Too bad the suit is not working.”

“Oh, I don’t mind”, Shou said and turned towards him. His voice wasn’t as quiet and gloomy as Yutaka had expected. He spoke smugly. “I’d rather spend my time with you anyway.”

Yutaka eyed him suspiciously. The makeup suited him; his features looked more contoured and his skin smooth. His lips were always wide, but tonight they glistened invitingly. It was still Shou’s face, but the makeup brought out all its good qualities more strongly.

“What?”, he asked.

“Why would I waste my time with these women, when I can spend the night with a pretty guy like you?”, Shou asked. He was meeting Yutaka’s eyes head on. That was rare for him already, but tonight his gaze was challenging rather than stubborn.

Yutaka was so irritated by his unnaturally confident tone, that it took him a moment to realize what was going on.

“Oh, ha ha, very funny”, he said dryly.

“I mean it”, Shou insisted and placed his hand on Yutaka’s shoulder. He often did that, especially when he got tipsy and he had already had a couple of beers tonight, though by no means enough to justify him acting so out of character. His touch right now felt different, however. He wasn’t just seeking out body contact, he was using the gesture as an excuse to lean in, bringing them closer together. Suddenly, Yutaka was very aware of how close Shou was sitting.

“Let me buy you a drink”, he said, before turning around. Shou usually hated calling over the waiter and when they went to a restaurant together, he normally left it to the others. He was too shy and polite to raise his voice at strangers.

Now, he raised his arm and called out loudly: “Excuse me?” to make the young waitress turn around. “A bottle of champagne, please. Your most expensive one.”

The waitress nodded and headed off.

Shou turned back to Yutaka.

“Champagne? The expensive one? What’s gotten into you?”, Yutaka asked, still irritated. Before this, he could have written it off as a joke, but Shou would never waste money just to prank him. “You never order anything high-end.”

He still felt like he was talking to a stranger.

“Nothing but the best for my kitten”, Shou said.

Yutaka chocked.

“What?! What did you just call me?”

“Kitten”, Shou repeated. He sounded hoarse. His eyes trailed down Yutaka’s body and he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was shamelessly checking him out. It made Yutaka feel unexpectedly hot.

“Unless you prefer another pet name?”

And then Shou smiled.

It wasn’t a smug, cocky smile. His smile was warm and genuine and it looked just a little bit insecure as if he worried that he had crossed a line. It made Shou look shy and kind and charming. His teeth weren’t showing, but his lips seemed even wider and absolutely gorgeous and the small dimple on his left cheek didn’t seem as misplaced as usual, but it fit in perfectly with his handsome face. The smile turned him from a stranger into nothing but Shou, but the best version of Shou that he could possibly be. It was Shou the way he would look if he were no longer worried and self-deprecating; still shy but no longer scared.

Yutaka’s knees grew weak. But it wasn’t just his knees. It was his shoulders that suddenly held no tension anymore and his arms, that turned into butter and his whole body felt like it might just melt away when Shou smiled at him like this and called him cute names.

“Uhm”, he said.

“Your champagne”, the waitress interrupted them and Yutaka turned hastily, glad for the interruption that allowed him to clear his head. Something about this suit seemed to be working at least.

The waitress placed a bucket filled with ice on the table, that held a bottle of champagne. Steam was rising from the bottleneck, indicating that it had just been opened. Yutaka hadn’t expected it to be done for them already, but it was probably better that way. They would surely have created a mess otherwise.

The bottle came with four glasses and only their sight made Yutaka realize he had completely forgotten about Jun and Kenji. He wondered what was taking them so long.

“Let me get that for you”, Shou offered, although Yutaka hadn’t moved to fix himself a glass at all.

Shou placed his fingers on Yutaka’s wrist as if he wanted to physically stop him from helping himself. Once again, the gesture wasn’t untypical for Shou. He often touched people while talking to them, but this time, it had a different quality. Usually, his touches were distracted as if he didn’t really notice what his body was doing at all. But right now, he looked down on his hand resting on Yutaka’s bare wrist, and then he looked up, meeting his eyes, as if he wanted to make absolutely sure, that Yutaka became aware of the contact. His touch was fully intentional this time and Yutaka sensed heat creeping up his neck.

The touch lasted just long enough to not feel accidental, then Shou pulled back and reached for the bottle of champagne instead. He closed his long, slender fingers around the bottleneck firmly and took up a glass. His movements were secure and controlled. Yutaka had always admired Shou’s hands, that seemed too elegant and coordinated for someone who moved the way he did. But when it came to his hands, Shou always seemed to know what he was doing.

He poured a glass of champagne without spilling a drop and held it out to Yutaka.

Yutaka thought that with all the things that had changed, Shou’s hands had stayed exactly the same.

He took the glass and Shou held his gaze for a moment. It was Yutaka, who looked away first. Shou was wearing coloured lenses and his eyes were bright and intriguing. He didn’t seem in a hurry as he poured himself a glass as well.

Yutaka watched his movements closely. He could still recognize Shou’s way of moving, but he seemed less stressed and therefore less awkward. The only real difference seemed to be, that he was relaxed for a change and Yutaka wondered, if Shou would always look this sexy, if only he managed to put him at ease more.

Shou placed the bottle back into the bucket and held up his glass to Yutaka while meeting his eyes again.

“To a night full of fun”, he said. He said it like he was thinking of something dirty.

“To a fun night”, Yutaka agreed and clinked his glass to Shou’s. He did his best to make it sound less suggestive.

He emptied half of the glass in large gulps. The champagne made him feel bubbly inside, but he doubted it was because of the alcohol. This version of Shou made him nervous.

“Tastes expensive”, he observed lamely, although he couldn’t tell one champagne from the other.

Shou smiled again and once more, Yutaka thought that his lips looked stunning tonight.

“Oh, you guys ordered champagne!”, Kenji’s voice chimed in unexpectedly.

“When did you change, Shou? Is that the magic suit?”, Jun asked and pulled up his chair to sit down opposite to them.

Although Yutaka had hoped to be rescued from this weird tension, he still felt mad at them for interrupting.

Kenji placed himself on the bench next to Shou.

“He brought the suit to the bar to pick up girls, but it doesn’t work”, Yutaka declared maliciously. He was no longer sure if he was annoyed with Jun and Kenji for showing up, or for staying away for so long, or with Shou for acting so weird in the first place.

Shou patted the bench next to himself.

“Here, Kenji, come closer”, he said.

Kenji shuffled closer.

“Why?”, he asked. It was very much like Kenji to comply first and ask questions later.

Shou raised his hand and ran his forefinger across Kenji’s sharp jawline.

“So I can get a better look at your handsome face.”

Something inside of Yutaka constricted uncomfortably. He didn’t know why he felt so upset, but he couldn’t deny that he felt jealous of Kenji. Since the suit hadn’t worked on the girls, he had assumed it was only him having this effect on Shou.

“Oh god, what’s up with you?”, Jun asked, sounding seriously worried.

Kenji gave an embarrassed sound, but started pouring champagne for him and Jun as well without waiting for an invitation.

“The suit is turning him gay”, Yutaka explained nonchalantly and emptied his own glass.

“What’s turning me gay is sitting here with such cute guys”, Shou said lightly. He didn’t sound embarrassed at all. Rather than joking, he seemed flirting.

“That’s disturbing”, Jun said somewhat too loudly. “Someone get him out of this suit!”

Shou batted his eyelashes before looking right at Jun at the other side of the table.

“Please, Jun”, he said. “If you want to undress me, all you have to do is ask.”

Jun made a startled noise that turned into a mixture between a nervous laugh and a cough.

Yutaka placed his glass on the table too soundly.

Shou turned towards him. He leaned in closely.

“Don’t be jealous, kitten”, he said lowly. “I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Yutaka wondered how Shou had noticed his feelings without even looking at him, when Yutaka had troubles naming them himself. He felt oddly happy when he heard the pet name again. Shou hadn’t used it for Jun and Kenji. Maybe that meant something.

“I’m not jealous”, he lied and reached for the bottle of champagne. “I just need more alcohol, if you’re going to stay like this.”

He poured himself the rest of the champagne until his glass was so full, it nearly overflowed, before he put the empty bottle back onto the table.

Shou pulled the flower from his buttonhole. Up close, Yutaka could tell that it was a yellow rose.

“Here”, Shou said. When his voice was so low and deep, Yutaka’s body turned into butter again. He wondered, if Shou had the same effect on Jun and Kenji while wearing the suit.

“What are you doing? Get that thing out of my face!”

“Take it”, Shou insisted. “This one is only for you. To remind you, that you’re special to me.”

Yutaka hesitated. He wished Shou would sound joking, because a joking Shou was something he knew how to deal with. He still had the feeling that he was getting pranked, but he didn’t know how to avoid it.

He took the rose gingerly and placed it on the table plate demonstratively instead of keeping it in his hands. Shou’s facial expression was impossible to read. Yutaka could not tell, if he had offended him.

“It’s empty already?!”, Kenji complained. He had taken up the champagne bottle and studied it in disbelief.

“I can order another round!”, Shou offered right away and already raised his hand, but luckily, Kenji stopped him.

“It’s fine”, he said quickly. He seemed to be a little uncomfortable around this new version of Shou as well.

“Yes, I think it’s time we all go home”, Jun confirmed.

“No!”, Shou protested. “No, no! This party can’t stop! We have to keep drinking! Let’s celebrate all night.”

“It’s late”, Kenji pointed out.

“And you seem to need rest the most”, Jun agreed.

“You should take off this suit”, Kenji added. He spoke very gently, not like he was soothing Shou, but as if he was seriously worried about him.

“They’re right”, Yutaka said softly. He realized that he was worried about Shou, too. Tonight, he seemed unpredictable and possibly reckless. “Let’s pay the bill and then I’ll take you home.”

Shou turned and looked at him cheekily.

“I see, so you want to continue the party elsewhere.” His tone left no room for wondering what kind of party he had in mind.

“What? No!”

“I’ll take you to a fancy hotel”, Shou suggested and this time, he leaned in so far that Yutaka involuntarily pulled back. “Just give me a chance. If you let me, I’ll make you feel things that no woman has ever made you feel before.”

Yutaka’s neck felt hot again and now his face started to heat as well. He thought of everything that entailed. He thought of feeling Shou inside of him.

“Just let me try”, Shou coaxed, but he no longer sounded flirtatious. He sounded like he was begging. The despair in Shou’s voice scared him. He didn’t know what to do with it.

“Shou”, he said as sternly as possible and grabbed him by the shoulder to push him back. It felt like dealing with someone, who was very, very drunk. “It’s really time you take off that suit and get some sleep.”

Shou pulled back from his touch and wrinkles were showing around the root of his nose. The lines made his face look so characteristically himself, that Yutaka felt almost relieved.

“I don’t want to”, Shou said and finally, he sounded like his stubborn self again. “I don’t want this party to end.” He seemed to be repeating the words like a spell now and gestured towards the table as if he wanted to include everything. “I don’t want this night to end. I want to stay with you all night.” He gestured towards himself. “Like this.”

Yutaka didn’t fully understand what Shou meant, but his emotions seemed so raw and honest, it pained him anyway.

“You can’t, Shou. You are not yourself.”

Shou hung his head.

“I am”, he said. “I am.”

“Hey”, Yutaka said gently and touched his arm. Jun and Kenji stayed out of the conversation like they always did, when Shou turned difficult. It was only ever Yutaka, who managed to soothe him. “You need some rest.”

“Fine”, Shou agreed reluctantly. “But you have to take me. And I’m keeping on the suit.”

“Okay.” Yutaka sighed. He figured they could argue over the details later. He looked up at their bandmates. “Why don’t you guys go pay? We’ll pay you back later. I’ll make sure Shou gets home safely. Maybe the fresh air will help.”

“Alright”, Jun agreed. The fact, that neither of them argued about splitting the bill immediately although it contained the expensive bottle of champagne proved they were all irritated by Shou.

“Come here”, Yutaka said as gently as possible and took Shou’s arm to pull him up from the bench. “Let’s get you home.”

Shou followed without resistance. He picked up his bag, that was now empty and allowed Yutaka to guide him over to the front door of the bar.

It was colder outside, although the temperatures were warm enough that they didn’t need a jacket. The cold air cleared Yutaka’s mind a little, but finally getting some distance to Shou certainly helped as well. Inside the bar, he had started to feel dizzy.

Yutaka pulled out his phone and opened an app.

“I think I’m going to call us a cab, alright? We can’t take the train with you looking like this. Also, you might try to pick up random guys, if we don’t get you home straight away.”

“You’re jealous again”, Shou observed and this time, he sounded gleeful.

“I’m not”, Yutaka muttered and requested a ride before putting the phone back into his pocket.

When he looked up, he realized Shou was standing awfully close again. The suit seemed to be making him taller as well, because Yutaka had to look up to him slightly. Maybe it was just his straight posture in combination with the heel of the dress shoes though.

“Have you heard of personal space before?”, he complained and took a step backwards.

Shou took a step forward immediately. If anything, he was standing even closer than before.

“Sorry, that my handsomeness is making you nervous”, he said with a sleek grin. Yutaka had not thought that to be sentence he would ever hear from Shou unironically.

“Uh”, Yutaka said. He had been meaning to deny it, but Shou’s face was so close now, that he forgot how to say words.

“Shh, kitten”, Shou said quietly. He reached up and cupped Yutaka’s face with both hands. His touch was gentle but very secure. Yutaka could sense how bony and strong his fingers felt. They were surprisingly cool.

He knew that he was supposed to pull back, but he stood frozen, and he felt guilty for that. He knew that Shou was not himself and it was up to him to keep the situation from getting weird. But truth was, that he liked the way Shou touched him and he liked it when he held his gaze for so long and he liked it, when he called him kitten.

“Don’t”, he forced out softly anyway. “You can’t just do something like that in public.”

They were the only ones out on the street, but someone might walk out of the bar any moment. Anyone could see them.

“I don’t care”, Shou said. “I don’t want to worry about who could possibly see us. I’m tired of always worrying. I just want to kiss you.” He paused. “May I?”

Yutaka knew exactly what the answer was supposed to be. Under no circumstances could he allow this to happen, because it was reckless and dumb and moreover immoral.

“Yes”, he whispered.

Shou leaned in and kissed him with astonishing force. His kiss wasn’t hesitant at all. He kissed like he knew what he wanted. His lips were soft and his hold on Yutaka was firm. It made him feel very safe and oddly frail. He parted his lips and allowed Shou to kiss him like no one had ever kissed him in a public space before. Their teeth clicked together and Shou’s nose brushed his cheek and when he pulled back eventually, Yutaka was out of breath.

Shou looked at him and he broke into that sweet, bashful smile again, that looked so much like him, except lighter and happier than Yutaka had ever seen him before.

For a moment, he thought that he might just give in. He considered going back to a hotel with this new version of Shou, who would hold him in his strong arms and whisper sweet nothings into his ear and kiss him full of confidence. Yutaka would grow weak in his arms, because he was handsome and cool and self-assured.

But it wasn’t real.

“Stop it”, he said as gently as possible as Shou moved to lean in once again. “This is no good.”

“We can go somewhere more private”, Shou offered immediately.

Yutaka shook his head.

“It’s this suit. There is something wrong with it. It obviously works on men instead of women. It’s making you weird. You need to take it off.”

“No, no, please”, Shou said and he reached up instinctively, clawing his hand into the lapel of the suit coat as if he was scared Yutaka might try to tear it off. “This suit is not changing me. It’s just making me more confident. It’s … This is me. This is the version of me that’s in my head. It’s who I want to be. All the time. I don’t want to … I can’t let this end. I want to stay this version. I don’t want this party to end.” Vaguely he gestured back to the bar.

“So, you want to be someone, who promiscuously hits on all of his bandmates?” It had been meant as a joke, but it came out bitter. The way Shou had touched Kenji’s face made their kiss just now meaningless – regardless of whenever it was the suit or something Shou repressed violently.

“I want to be someone who is at terms with and open about his sexuality”, Shou blurted out.

Yutaka was pretty sure that the surprised was written all over his face. Before tonight, Shou had never indicated liking men at all.

“I want to be able to joke about it”, Shou said. “I don’t want to hide from the people closest to me. But most importantly, I want to show you how I feel. You’re the person I …”

He finally let go of his suit coat and his arm dropped down by his side as if he no longer had the energy to gesture at all.

“I wanted to try if the suit worked. I thought, if it does, I’d one day wear it to tell you. I wasn’t meaning to do it right away. Things got out of hand. I was scared of this night ending, because … I don’t know what will come afterwards.”

Yutaka licked his lips.

“So, you …?”, he started, but didn’t know how to finish the question.

“Yeah”, Shou confirmed. “I love you. And when I’m wearing this suit … when I’m wearing it, I’m cool and handsome. I’ll keep wearing it. And if you give me a chance, I think I can make you like me a little too. You allowed me to kiss you like this. You are at least somewhat attracted to me in this suit. I can be this version of myself for you. I’ll keep being it.”

Yutaka shook his head slightly.

“What are you going to do?” He wasn’t mocking Shou. He was sad, because Shou sounded so desperate. “Keep wearing the suit in your sleep?”

Shou shrugged and smiled helplessly.

“I hope they’ll design magic pyjamas soon”, he said.

Yutaka looked at Shou and all he saw was a handsome host. He had no idea where the despair in his voice was coming from. It was as if he couldn’t see below the pretty surface at all.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”, Shou plead. “I confessed to you. Don’t I deserve an answer?”

“Please, take off the suit”, Yutaka said. He suddenly felt exhausted. He was tired of dealing with this person in front of him. He just wanted to talk to his friend. “I want to give you a proper reply, but I can’t when you are wearing this suit.”

“It makes me better”, Shou insisted.

“This …” Yutaka gestured towards Shou and the green streaks in his hair. “I feel like I’m talking to a stranger. I need to make sure it’s really you.”

Shou looked at him for a long time and Yutaka was convinced he would decline. But then he nodded and slowly took off the suit coat.

He blinked and then Shou was already different.

He was back in his Tamiya shirt, his arms bare and pale and awkwardly holding on to the suit coat. His hair was blonde again and looked uncombed because he had run his hands through it early this evening. His face was flushed and bare and his eyes were tiny, but dark and so much warmer than when he was wearing coloured lenses. He kept his eyes cast down and yet Yutaka had the feeling he was seeing them for the first time tonight. He seemed small, hunched over once again and his head too large for his shoulders, making him look frail and in need of protection.

Yutaka felt a giant wave of affection rushing through him and he had to stop himself from wrapping his arms around Shou.

He had missed him. He had missed him so much more than he had ever expected. And he thought that this awkward little guy with the small eyes and the messy hair was the most beautiful version of a human being possible.

“Hey”, he said quietly.

Shou looked up briefly, but he didn’t manage to hold his gaze for too long, just as it had always been.

“Hey”, he replied.

“Do you …?” Yutaka broke off. For a moment, he considered that Shou might have forgotten about everything that had happened tonight. “Do you still feel the same? Without the suit?”

“Yeah”, Shou confirmed. “The same. Plus, an awful lot of regret for saying it out loud.”

Yutaka chuckled.

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” Shou looked down onto the suit coat in his hands. His hands still looked the same. “I behaved awful tonight. Sorry for putting you into a position like this. Let’s just forget I ever said anything. In fact, let’s just forget about this entire night.”

Worried lines were showing everywhere on Shou’s face. His face looked all weird and wrinkly. He looked like his old gloomy, over-thinking self again.

“I should probably burn this thing to make sure I never do anything this stupid again.”

“You probably should”, Yutaka agreed.

Shou had looked happier when wearing the suit, more relaxed. Yutaka wanted him to look this happy always, but he knew they’d have to find a different way for that.

“Sorry”, Shou mumbled again.

Yutaka paused for a moment.

“Though, if I’m honest, I’m going to miss you calling me your kitten”, he confessed jokingly.

Shou looked irritated. Yutaka let him suffer for just a few seconds more.

“I’m also going to miss you kissing me”, he added.

Shou looked up and sucked in his lower lip. His teeth were showing visibly. He looked by no means conventionally attractive and Yutaka loved him for that.

“Really?”, Shou asked insecurely.

“Really”, Yutaka assured him without hesitation.

Shou started smiling and it was the same smile as before. The warm one with the cute dimple, that made his lips look gorgeous and that was shy and hesitant, but finally happy without a trace of worry. And Yutaka thought, that they were going to get there and that they wouldn’t need a magic suit for it at all.

“We can always work on that”, Shou said. “Right, kitten?”

[swtorpadawan]

Clothes Make The Jedi

Author’s Notes: The following story takes place in between the Coruscant and Ord Mantell campaigns during the Jedi Knight’s story.

Corellan Halcyon had rarely concerned himself much with his aesthetic appearance.  

He’d been raised a Jedi, so he supposed that was to be expected. He understood full well that the clothes he wore, robes or otherwise, were merely a tool, and not a reflection of his own progress as a Jedi. But that did explain why he felt rather self-conscious as he regarded himself in the full-length mirror in his quarters on his ship.

The body armor and robes he had just picked up while docked at Carrick Station were exactly his size; he knew that. Darthyn, the wizened tradesman who shown the set to Corellan, had told him that the armor and robes were known as the Resolute Guardian; a white ceramic breastplate stood out on his chest while smaller plates adorned his shoulders, arms and legs. The robes – clearly marking him as a Jedi – were secured by the utility belt at his waist. The belt and his heavy bracers included every device he was likely to need in the field. He knew the plates wouldn’t stop a direct hit from a high-voltage blaster, much less a lightsaber, but their defense would be adequate against most glancing blows. His boots would absorb the impact of a fall and provide sufficient protection on hostile ground. His two lightsabers were clipped to his belt.

The Defender was docked at Carrick Station, effectively the heart of the Republic’s fleet. Corellan, who had achieved the rank of Jedi Knight just over a week ago, had been ordered by Satele Shan, Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, and General Var Suthra of the Galactic Republic military, to prevent Darth Angral, Lord of the Sith, from seizing control of the Republic’s superweapon projects. He was accompanied on his mission by Padawan Kira Carsen, who Master Satele had named his apprentice on Coruscant, and by T7-O1, his devoted astromech droid he’d first teamed with on Tython.

They had stopped at Carrick to refuel, and Corellan had taken the opportunity to obtain the Jedi body armor he now wore from the dispensary at the station. The robes he had been wearing had been adequate enough back on Tython, but after his experiences fighting Vokk on the Emperor’s Glory and later Tarnis on Coruscant, Corellan felt he required more substantial protection if he was going to be regularly testing himself against the Sith.  

Teeseven was down in the engine room, tuning up the ship, while Kira was still on Carrick. The padawan had asked to replace her own robes at one of the shops, and he’d seen no reason not to grant her permission. Master Satele had charged him with training and protecting Kira, but that didn’t mean he’d attempt to restrict her on such a minor thing as apparel.

He was still a little nervous about the challenge of training a Padawan, even one as talented and driven as Kira Carsen. After all, he’d been a Padawan himself just days ago. But he couldn’t deny that he and Kira worked well together, and there was every reason to think they could accomplish great things as part of an actual team. As soon as she got back, they would jump to Ord Mantell try to upend Darth Angral’s plans to destroy the Galactic Republic.

He had briefly tested the body suit back on the station and had been convinced that the armor wouldn’t slow him down significantly. The feeling of the material against his skin – and the added weight – still felt unfamiliar, but he trusted that he would adapt in time. Indeed, he seemed to be growing more accustomed to it by the second. Where a moment before he felt some minor discomfort seeing himself in the mirror, he had to admit that he felt more confident than ever in his place as a Jedi Knight. The moment of reflection had served him well. Corellan found himself smiling at his own reflection, now filled him with a renewed sense of confidence in himself and his mission; that he was ready to take on all the Sith had to throw at him.  

The moment ended when he heard the airlock door slide shut and light footfalls coming up the steps from the airlock egress. The Jedi Knight turned away from the mirror and ducked out of his quarters as Kira reached the top of the stairwell.

“Well? How do I look?” the Padawan grinned as she caught sight of him, dropping the two parcel bags she’d been carrying and planting her hands on her hips.

Corellan’s jaw dropped.

Kira’s outfit included a utility belt and bracers, but that effectively covered any similarities to the armor Corellan was wearing. The green top featured a V-neck, baring Kira’s throat and no small amount of skin. Her midriff, almost from just beneath her bosom to her belt, was bare. The top did not reach her arms, and she wore gloves, bracers, and binding straps ideal for concealing an extra weapon. Her trousers appeared serviceable but seemed to provide no discernable protection.

“Kinda ambitious, don’t cha think?” she turned around in place before looking back at him.

“Uhm.” was all Corellan could manage. He was dumbstruck.

Kira smirked slightly at his reaction, taking a step forward and arching an eyebrow at him.

“You did say I could pick out my own robes.”

“Well, yes.” Corellan said. “But I’d imagined you’d pick out something more… like robes.”

Kira put her hands back on her hips, this time giving him a questioning look.

“What? You must have seen Jedi on Tython wearing something like this.”  

Corellan collected himself, taking in a long breath. This was not a conversation he’d been expecting to have.

“I have.” He admitted. Corellan had indeed seen variations of this garment on a couple of Jedi back on the homeworld, though if he recalled, both had been worn in the field and not while walking the halls of the temple.

“But I’m... uhm. I’m not sure Master Kiwiiks would approve of her padawan wearing it.” He finally said. Bela Kiwiiks, like Satele Shan and Corellan’s own former master, Orgus Din, was a member of the Jedi Council, and therefore one of the wisest and most respected members of the order. She had also been, up until just recently, Kira’s master. Corellan was very mindful that his status of Kira’s master was likely to be a temporary one.

“Master Kiwiiks isn’t here.” She looked up at him with a challenging look. “You are.”

Corellan paused at that, reflecting that Kira had a point. Using Master Kiwiiks as a justification for a decision did seem unreasonable. His deliberations, he remembered from his training, should be based around evidence and reason.

“Wouldn’t something like this offer better protection?” Corellan opened his arms wide to indicate the Jedi body armor he was wearing.

Kira looked down at the armor and frowned, not in anger but in annoyance.

“Full body armor would slow me down.” She answered him with a huff. Clearly, she felt this reality was unfair. “Look – you’re big and strong and… tough. I’ve seen you shrug off hits that would take a lot of people out. Me? I’ve got to rely on my agility and speed. Even the most lightweight bodysuits would do me more harm than good. I need to be able to move and dodge. Be honest, do you really think Master Satele’s outfit would protect better against a lightsaber than what I’m wearing?” she gestured downward.

Corellan chewed that over, trying to maintain eye contact and not following Kira’s downward motion. He knew that Satele Shan – a double-lightsaber duelist like Kira – hadn’t worn battle armor herself during the war, and it was true that she dispensed with robes herself, wearing a vest with trousers. Kira seemed quite correct.

Then again, the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order’s outfit did not expose her midriff either.  

“… Probably not.” He admitted. “But won’t this distract people?”

Kira folded her arms in front of her and looked at him crossly.

“Who, the Sith?” she snorted. “We should be so lucky. If a Sith gets distracted by what I’m wearing, we’d make short work of them.” she raised a withering eyebrow at him. “Unless you’re saying me wearing this would be a distraction for you?”

Corellan suddenly felt alarm in his mind, as his wrists started sweating. Was it the suggestion that he found Kira’s garment distracting? Or the suggestion that such a distraction would be cause for objecting to what she was wearing? Best not think about that.

“Absolutely not!” He stammered, feeling his face flush in embarrassment.

Kira seemed to be eyeing him, her body language relaxing as she took on an amused look in her eyes.

“Well then?”

Corellan’s training had taken over. Orgus Din had been as pragmatic a Jedi as had ever sat on the Council, and his mind was now going down a mental checklist.  

“What about… hostile planets? Ones with colder climates? Won’t this be… uncomfortable for you?”

“No problem.” She grinned, picking up one her deposited parcels and opening it up to show him. “Thermal wear. Full body. I’m not getting frostbite no matter where we have to go.”

Corellan regarded the equipment and was impressed. His own masters had encouraged their students to think ahead, and he should probably be doing the same.

“Okay.” He nodded appreciatively. “I mean, you’ve obviously thought this through. I can’t deny that. But just tell me, why this set specifically?”

“Because this feels comfortable for me.” Kira said earnestly. “And… honestly? Because I can. Don’t get me wrong. Master Kiwiiks has been great to me. She got me out of a bad situation on Nar Shaddaa and took me into the Order. But I always hated those robes she had me wear. For one thing, they made coming out of Force leaps super awkward. For another, they are not at all flattering. This just… feels like me.”

As if to make a point, Kira locked her fingers together then stretched with her arms in the air. Corellan’s eyes widened as they were inevitably drawn downward. The young Jedi Knight suddenly had a feeling of butterflies going through his stomach, feeling himself blink and swallow as he turned away.

His own reaction confused him; was he coming down with something?  

Kira glanced at him sideways with a glint in her eye, again observing his reaction as her lips turned upwards into a smirk. He didn’t quite understand what had amused her. Maybe his confusion was that evident?

“So we’re good?” she asked.

“Yeah… we’re good.” Corellan relented, exhaling. It occurred to him that as her Jedi master, he should be impressed that she’d been able to explain her reasoning in such a rational manner. “Maybe I should have picked up a set like that.” He gave a shrug with as much faux nonchalance as he could muster.

Kira snickered.

“I think this outfit would look totally different on you.” She sighed, her eyes giving him a once-over. “Not that it isn’t a tempting thought. Sometimes, the galaxy just isn’t fair.”

Corellan had no idea how to answer this observation, so he clammed up. Kira rolled her eyes at his lack of reaction, and he decided that maybe it was better that he didn’t know.

Satisfied, Kira walked up to him, reaching out and padding his arm.

“Hey – don’t worry. I’m not gonna pull any fast ones on you when we’re, you know, out there. For as long as this… arrangement lasts, I’ll follow your lead in the field. You know what you’re doing, whether you give yourself credit for that or not. You proved that to me on Coruscant.” She shuffled her feet a bit, looking down. “It’s just… this one thing was kind of important to me, you know?”  

Corellan nodded appreciatively at her words. He’d been praised already by Master Satele and several other distinguished luminaries already, but somehow, hearing Kira say it after they’d fought side by side meant more.

“I believe that, Kira. And thanks.”

“Anytime. And by the way.” Kira smiled and reached out her hand again, this time gently rapping her knuckles on the breastplates of his body armor. They made a slight plunking sound at the light impact.

“Looks good on you.” She looked up and him and grinned, her deep blue eyes almost sparkling in amusement.

Corellan felt the butterflies in his stomach start to swarm again. And why did his ears feel like they were burning?

“Uhm. Thanks.” Was all he managed to say, suddenly lost in her eyes.

Kira caught his look, her grin widening. then turned away and retrieved her parcels.

“I’ll put these away, and then we’ll head to Ord Mantell?” she asked.

Corellan felt his mouth go dry, but then nodded vigorously.

“Right.”

“Great.” Kira smiled. “See you in two.”

As she headed off for her quarters, Corellan turned slowly and started walking towards the cockpit.

He reminded himself that the body armor he was wearing was merely a tool, and not a reflection of his own progress as a Jedi.

Still, he felt like he had taken a tiny step forward towards whatever destiny the Force had in store for him.

He hoped that he would meet that destiny well with more confidence than this conversation with Kira had.

Author’s Notes: Much has been said of how appropriate certain armor sets are for certain companions in the game. Specifically female companions. This is valid. I see a lot of people running around with Vette or Elara Dorne in slave girl outfits, and it makes my eyes roll. Having said that, I think Kira is absolutely the type of woman who would be comfortable in a crop top, for practical reasons. In case it wasn’t clear, the armor set that Kira is wearing is known as the Ambitious Warrior set, which DOES look totally different on male characters than female characters.

I wanted to show something from earlier in Corellan and Kira’s ‘association’. I know there is an issue of women – particularly young women in school – facing unfair restrictions on their wardrobes due solely to how males around them might react. Corellan – very early in his story – isn’t quite immune to that with respect to Kira, but even now he would never penalize her for making her own choices. He gets that this ‘problem’ is about himself and not Kira or her attire. That, as I see it, is the important part. That we recognize our faults as our own and not those of others.

Kira obviously has a certain influence on Corellan at this point, and she’s probably picking up on that. She’s a good person, however, so she won’t be taking advantage of that fact.

Also, I wanted to show Kira trying to be flirty and it just totally goes over Corellan’s head.  

Oh and by the way – Yes, butterflies exist in the Star Wars universe. Thank you, Wookiepedia.

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

New OC time!!

Meet Arashi Mitsuha. His quirk is that he can control the weather around him, he can summon thunder and lightning, turnados, tsunami’s basically any type of weather he’s your guy.

Appearance: He has Howl’s hair from Howl’s Moving Castle when it goes black and stormy blue eyes that Denki is constantly getting lost in. He also has double earrings two studs in his ears one of them Denki buys for him it’s a pair of thunderbolts.  

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school? Arashi loves science!! He absolutely loves to learn about how weather patterns work funnily enough since that is his quirk. It’s one his main special interests and he loves to learn about how the weather works. 

B: Do they have any allergies? He isn’t allergic to anything actually but he isn’t the best at dealing with other people and tries his best to get through the day. 

C: Can they swim well? Shi loves to swim!! It’s one of his favorite things to do, he’s actually really great at it. 

D: How do they react to being flirted with? He is not good when it comes to being flirted with (which ends up very bad for him when he meets Denki because let’s be honest here there isn’t a more flirty boi in class 1-A). He blushes just about every time Denki so much as winks at him let alone if he actually flirts with him he’ll be praying for a quick and painless death. 

E: How are they with children? He has a younger sister that he loves more than anything at all and she is the light of his world. At least before Kaminari comes into his world with memes and jokes and a flirty wink. 

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at? He is really bad with names, he can’t remember names to save his life so most of the time he’ll wind up repeating their names until he becomes more comfortable around them to remember their names.

G: How do they flirt? When Arashi does flirt it’s usually in the honest way, he’ll tell Denki that loves the look in his eyes when he’s really passionate about something (it never fails to make Kaminari’s day though when he does flirt.)

H: What is their deadly sin? His deadly sin is probably gluttony, he has a second stomach for sweets and desserts and Denki loves to tease him about it (Isn’t that your second helping of strawberry cake? Shuddup this is rewelly good he says with his mouthful.)

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves? On a scale of one to ten he loves himself at a solid seven. He’s a little bit lonely but he knows that he is happy with the way that his life is. Or at least he thought that he was until our favorite electric boy came into his life. 

J: What’s their sense of humour like? His sense of humor is something that Denki loves, it’s a lot of word humor and verbal jokes. He loves to laugh at pretty much everything that his boyfriend does and sometimes it has resulted in him being stunned stupid more often than not. 

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them? He will probably yell at you which is rare but he has the temper of a thousand thunderbolts. He gets easily peeved when you insult one of his friends or his boyfriend for that matter. 

L: What is their favourite board game? He loves puzzles if those count as board games and frames his favorite ones in his dorm room after glueing all the pieces together. 

M: What is their favourite dessert? He is obsessed with cheesecake of all kinds though his favorite is lemon with blueberry syrup on top. 

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast? His go to breakfast is usually just a piece of fruit since he isn’t very hungry in the morning. 

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out? For Denki to leave him for another person (he hates watching him flirt with other people it makes him want to puke and it’s a long standing argument between the two of them at first. It takes Kaminari a little while to learn to rain it in and save the flirting for his boyfriend.) 

P: How do they handle money? He is very professional when it comes to money (until he sees a cute weather themed thing, stuffed animal or astronomy thing for his dorm room)

Q: Are they patient? I think that when your boyfriend is Denki Kaminari you are going to need to be a very patient person to put up with all the jokes and memes. 

R: What are their hands like? His hands have little scraps and calluses on them from using his quirk too much growing up

S: How stealthy are they? He tries to be stealthy but in reality he sucks at it. He also can’t keep a secret to save his entire life

T: Where are they ticklish? He is ticklish literally everywhere and Denki loves to get into tickle fights with him 

U: What’s their voice like? He has a naturally soft voice until you get him passionate about something “Hey Amasawa, what’s the weather like today? Well if you really want to know it’s sunny with a chance of clouds but it shouldn’t turn into anything too bad and you just wanted to hear me ramble again didn’t you Kaminari? What can I say it’s cute!!” (This is before they started dating he would mutter into his pillow about how he called him cute for the rest of the day. 

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them? The easiest way to annoy him is to sneak into their room and use their computer without asking, his sister does it all the time.

W: Can they dance? He can dance actually and it’s something that he loves doing!! He’s always loved the feeling that he gets with a pair of tap shoes on.

X: What’s their most petty little secret? His most petty little secret is that he has a collection of Kaminari’s hoodies because they smell like him and during the longer nights when he can’t sleep and his boyfriend can’t be there he’ll pull one of them on and just breathe in deep. 

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to? The one question that he has always wanted the answer to is why his dad left him when he told him about his sexuality. He had always known that he was gay from a young age but didn’t truly start to crush until his first boyfriend before Kaminari who didn’t treat him right and made him really self conscious of his hobbies. 

Z: How do they sleep? Arashi has a hard time sleeping if he isn’t wrapped up protectively in Kaminari’s arms with his own personal heater. Without him he’s really cold and he can’t get a full night's rest if he isn’t warm enough. Eventually Denki buys him a weighted blanket with clouds on it and it makes the nights where he isn’t there a lot easier.

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? He has a bunch of weather related stuffed animals (A puffy big white cloud that he also uses as a pillow, a shooting star with a rainbow, a shining sun and a snowflake that he loves.)

2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? He has a cat named thunder and a dog named lighting back at home and thunder comes with him to the dorms since Vlad let’s him come. 

3. Ask them to describe their love interest. Shi would describe Denki as his beam of sunlight constantly shining down on him. He’s the optimist that he never knew that he needed until he literally came crashing into his life. He loves his bright and sunny personality. It doesn’t mean that he can’t fall or that he doesn’t have anxiety and he’s had to learn how to make studying more interesting so that he can pass his classes. They bonded over a shared love of music together and he learned that he doesn’t have to be shy with the things that he loves. He would also describe Kaminari as underrated. He’s not just a flirt or a perv but a person with a really big heart who would do anything for the person that he loves. Most of the time he lovingly describes Denki as a golden retriever puppy much like lightning that he misses back at home. 

4. Do they look good in red? He actually loves the color red, his favorite sneakers are that color and he has to wear red reading glasses (he has to wear them anyways but he wears contacts most of the time. Denki always loves when he wears his glasses because he thinks that they look adorable on him and that he should wear them more often.) 

5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! It would be a late night one where Denki had a really bad day in class when Jiro had accidentally gone too far with a joke telling him that he was so lame that Ari would eventually learn that he was way above his pay grade date wise and that he deserved better. Ari would put his arms around him and be the big spoon for once because he knew it was exactly what his boyfriend needed. He would tell him how much he loved him for the first time that night, that he was the light of his life and that he wouldn’t be nearly as happy without him in his life. 

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? Arashi would always take advice from his mother and his younger sister (who while she might be six is wiser than most would expect her to be. Her quirk is that she has the ability to give the perfect puppy dog eyes that her brother is weak towards, she’s actually quirkless but she jokes that it’s her special quirk that nobody has ever heard of before.) His mom gives the best advice in the entire world and she always knows just what to say to make him feel a lot better. He would never take advice from his homophobic father who left when he came out to him when he was 10. 

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themselves in three words. I would describe Arashi as relentlessly kind, quirky and just an all around incredible boyfriend. He would describe himself as an overly romantic nerd, somebody who can tell you the type of weather to expect everyday by smelling the sky but who still watches the weather and somebody who loves to laugh. 

8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them? He absolutely loves puzzles!! To him the perfect day is cuddling with Denki, watching movies or playing video games, working on a puzzle and sharing earbuds with his boyfriend. 

9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? Ari has a special attachment to his shooting star stuffed animal because it was something that his grandma gave to him when he left for the dorms and he loves it more than anything. 

10. What age do they most want to be right now? He wants to stay the age that he is in the prime and happiness of his youth, spending time finally enjoying his teenage years with his starlight. 

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? Spend it on a new and bigger television so that him and Denki can snuggle in front of a bigger screen.

12. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? He is the first to admit that he loves Fruits Basket like a lot. It's his favorite manga that he collected all of the collectors volumes and the one good thing to come out of his last relationship that ended with a lot of emotional abuse ironically. He had wanted a boy like Kakeru when he had read the manga and little did he know that his ball of chaos and energy was out there waiting for him. 

13. Name one thing their parents taught them. His mom taught him about the idea of soulmates which she eventually found in his stepdad whom he adores. His stepdad taught him that it was okay to be who you are and that having passions is okay as well.

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? He could watch the same weather report over and over until he’s tired of it. He loves learning about the weather and the way that the stars work and the way that everything comes into place in the universe. 

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? Arashi has a problem with turning his brain off so that he can relax. Denki loves to calm him down with warm cuddles and a soft voice to get him relaxed. Also making him laugh is a surefire way to get him all chilled out and putty in his hands. 

16. If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? He would probably wear the same thing that he always does, he has a soft spot for jeggings and quirky shirts but Denki made him this leather jacket that says I’m your weatherman that he loves. It’s black and has a cartoon sun with a raincloud, a rainbow to celebrate his pride as gay and a snowflake to show that he’s different

17. Do they like children? He loves children!! He always is willing to babysit his baby sister whenever his mom needs him to so that she can go out for date night with his stepdad. 

18. Kissing: tongue or no tongue? He actually has learned to love all types of kissing!! Before Denki he hated kissing his ex-boyfriend because it just never felt right. When Denki first kissed him he could feel literal zings of electricity that he at first thought was because of his quirk but after talking with Mitsuki he learned that everyone just felt that way when they were with a person that they loved. 

19. Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? She always has this need to study for tests even though everyone around her encourages that she’ll ace it with flying colors because she is just naturally highly intelligent. 

20. What do they like that nobody else does? Nobody listens to the weather report, at least not unless they have anything else to do that day like a trip to an amusement park or a date day and the forecast has been all over the place all week. 

21. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw? Once they got over their anxieties and confessed their love to each other about six months into their relationship nothing can tear them apart. 

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? Oh god these two are literally the pet name couple. Denki: Babe, baby, sweetheart (that’s Ari’s Favorite and he uses it all the time), sunshine which is Denki’s favorite, darling and sugar. Arashi: Starshine is his favorite but also uses hun, love, goofball in the loving way, he’ll call him his prince if he’s feeling like teasing him just a little bit. 

23. Stability or novelty? Stability all the way. 

24. Safety or possibility? Safety, he’s always been apprehensive of the unknown and it gives him lots of anxiety. With Denki around it gets a lot better and he’s a lot more open to the idea of possibility and going with the flow.   

25. Talent or effort? Effort all the way. He has always been the one to try their hardest at everything that they did and even if it meant that he exhausted himself he still loved trying his best. 

26. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? Forgiveness. 

27. Would they date a fixer-upper? He would date a fixer upper!! His favorite movie growing up was Beauty And The Beast and that movie is perfect for showing that love is about what you see on the person inside rather than looking at their physical features. 

[prettylittleheartfilia]

The Color of Sound

I found this while looking for prompts and fell in love with the idea. Hope you enjoy ☺️

Lucy Heartfilia loved to read. Ever since she was a little girl, she would spend day and night in the Heartfilia Mansion library. She read books of romance, adventure, mythology, mystery, but her favorite books to read were memoirs. Specifically, memoirs of Bonded Souls: Two people who would be born with opposite defects and heal once they found each other. She longed for the moment when she would find her own soulmate to complete her, though sometimes she felt it was futile.

She could sense by the way people looked at her that everyone pitied her. She didn’t blame them, though. Most people met their soulmate by age eighteen, and Lucy was already twenty. Not to mention, she was a rare case. Most people were born without a left eye, or a right leg, and waited to meet someone without a right eye, or a left leg. However, Lucy was not missing a part of her body, but a sensation. What could possibly be the opposite of deafness? Lucy knew everyone around her believed her soulmate was dead, and she wondered about that too sometimes.

Nonetheless, there was one factor that didn’t let her hopes die: If her soulmate was dead, she would’ve gotten his defect. Aside from being deaf, there was nothing out of the ordinary with her body or senses. This meant there was a possibility her soulmate was still alive and just as anxious to meet her as she was to meet him. So, she kept hoping and praying that her fateful day would come soon.

“You are going to love this place, Lev. They have the best coffee.” Spoke Lucy in sign language as they approached Fairy Tail Cafe, a new coffee shop that just opened up a little outside of campus.

“I do hear a lot about it. Mira works here, right?” Said Levy, while using sign language.

“Yeah. Lisanna and Elfman too. Their grandpa owns the place.”

The family-owned business was really nice; a cozy little cafe bookstore that always seemed quite busy. Ever since its grand opening, Lucy would spend her afternoons reading books and drinking lattes in the corner.

The two girls sat down on a table after ordering drinks and started catching up. They had been best friends since middle school, but Levy studied in a different university thirty minutes away, which meant the girls couldn’t see each other as often as they’d like.

They had been talking for about an hour when the door opened. Lucy spotted a blue-furred (what?) dog. At first she wondered who would bring a dog in a cafe, until she looked up to see a tall man, about her age, with pink hair and sunglasses. Before she could even process, her stomach started feeling fluttery, and she could start to hear a distant cacophony that seemed to get closer by the second. It was annoying, and the blonde was starting to get a headache. After about thirty seconds, the sounds started dispersing, and her head felt lighter. It was then she realized that she could listen. She could hear the sound of the coffee machine, she could hear the sound of Mira’s voice as she stood behind the counter— She had a really sweet voice, and Lucy couldn’t believe she had never heard it before. She could hear the rustling of sheets as people reading books turned the pages. She could hear the soft pop music playing in the background, even though it was pretty low. She could hear the worried tone on Levy’s voice as she sat closer to Lucy to give her a hug.

“Lucy?” Levy was very confused. She had seen how Lucy suddenly covered her ears with the palms of her hands, and how she had started crying out of nowhere. “Is everything okay? Talk to me.” She spoke in sign language for Lucy.

“Y-yes.” She said hesitantly. “I can hear.” Her voice was a little incomprehensive. There were very few times where she had actually used it, after all. But she had been practicing her speech for about three years now, knowing that the time to meet her soulmate was possibly coming close. She knew how to say a fair amount of sentences, though she didn’t practice conversing with a lot of people, as she was self-conscious about her voice and let very few people hear her.

“You what!?” Levy stood up from her seat so fast the chair fell down, drawing people’s attention, including Mira’s, who looked over to them with concern. “Lucy can hear! She can hear!” She exclaimed in between sobs as Mira rushed to their table.

“She what!? Lucy, congrats! Who is it? Who’s the lucky man?”

But Lucy was too preoccupied looking at the pink haired man, who had taken off his glasses and looked at her with tears in his eyes. She stood up from her seat, walking over to him as he did the same. They stood there, staring at each other, for a while. Turns out the opposite of deafness was blindness, according to the universe. Neither party could believe it. She could listen. He could see. Finally, for the first time in their entire lives, they felt complete.

“Hi.” The guy finally said, with a grin that covered half of his face. Lucy decided she had never seen a more genuine and beautiful smile. “I’m Natsu.”

“Hi.” She beamed back. “I am Lucy.”

Natsu wondered why her speech was so peculiar for a split second, but then remembered how her friends were yelling about her being able to hear, so he guessed her defect was being deaf.

“Do you… want to get out of here?” He said, signaling to the door. “We can talk and get to know each other.” He talked while making gestures with his hands, hoping she understood.

Lucy nodded with a smile. She got back to her table to gather her things and say goodbye to her friends, who were smirking despite the tears in their eyes.

****

“You know sign language?” Asked Lucy while sitting next to Natsu on the bench in the park.

“I know a little bit. Do you understand people when they speak? Or would it be easier if I used gestures?” Natsu asked kindly, still trying his best to make comprehensive hand gestures.

“I read English. I understand a lot, but some things are confusing.”

Natsu nodded, and they stayed silent for a couple seconds until he had an idea.

“I know! What if I help you with your speech and you help me with different colors? I always wanted to know what they looked like.” He stated sheepishly.

****

“Yellow.” Said Lucy as she pointed to one of the throw pillows on her couch. After their fateful encounter, they had agreed on meeting the next day to start “coaching” each other. Lucy invited Natsu to her place for lunch and he had spent the entire afternoon teaching her new words and their pronunciation. Truth be told, he was learning words that he didn’t even know existed too.

After hours, they moved on to teach Natsu the different names for colors. He was fascinated to find out what the colors that he always heard people mention actually looked like. So far, he believed his favorite was red; it was vibrant, and never failed to catch his attention whenever he had seen it on his 28 hours of having vision.

“Wait, that’s the color of your hair.”

“Yeah! Oh, and pink.” She said as she pointed to his hair. “My favorite color.”

He always wondered what he looked like. His friends and family often described him and never forgot to tease him for his unusual hair color. He knew most people had brown, black, blonde, or red hair, so he didn’t know how to feel about his. When he saw himself on a mirror for the first time yesterday, he didn’t really like his hair color. But, suddenly, he didn’t think it was that bad anymore.

They spent hours every day teaching each other and hanging out, both really enjoying each other’s presence. They found out their favorite things to do were to watch television and walk around the lake, as these were experiences that they had never been able to enjoy to the fullest until now.

After a month of hanging out almost every single day, they decided to start dating. Even though they knew they were meant to be together, they wanted to take things slow and really get to know each other before making things official.

They couldn’t be happier. Lucy loved Natsu’s goofiness and happy-go-lucky personality. She also loved Happy, his guide dog, who really liked to mess with her and sometimes got on her nerves, but they shared a strong bond despite everything.

Natsu loved Lucy. There was no other way to describe it. In the short amount of time he had gotten to spend with her, he discovered how amazing she was. She was beautiful, and smart, and cheerful, and kind. He often wondered what he had done to deserve such a perfect soulmate, but he wasn’t complaining.

After a year of dating, Natsu had finally decided to pop the question.

“You ready, man?” Asked Gray, Natsu’s best friend… and worst enemy.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“You know she’s gonna say yes! What are you so worried about?”

“I don’t know! It’s just all so... nerve-racking. Didn’t you feel that way when you proposed to Juvia?”

“A little bit. But, I guess it was so unplanned I didn’t really have time to be nervous. You know I proposed a week after I met her.”

“Yeah.” Natsu chuckled at the memory. “I remember. I guess getting back your thumb really made you commit.”

“Hey.” Replied Gray with fake solemness. “Imagine living your whole life without a right thumb. It’s not pretty. She knew the struggle.”

Natsu chuckled as he adjusted his tie. The plan was to take Lucy to a fancy restaurant for a romantic, candlelit dinner. After that, he would drive them to their favorite lake where they would lay and stargaze for a while until he decided that it was finally time to propose.

****

After hours of getting ready, Lucy was finally satisfied with her look. Natsu always did random romantic things like these, but it never ceased to excite her. She wore a red satin v-neck dress with a skater skirt that reached just above her knees, paired with some open-toed silver heels. She was checking herself on the mirror when she heard her phone ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Luce! Whatcha doing?”

“Just finished getting ready. Are you on your way?”

“Yeah. I’m just a couple of blocks down. I’ll be there in two—”

Before he could finish the sentence, Lucy heard the sound of screeching tires and a loud, lingering beep noise.

“Natsu? Natsu!?” The call had disconnected, she knew that, but in her moment of panic she did not care for logic. “Please answer me, Natsu!” She sobbed into the phone fruitlessly.

After a while, she heard the sound of sirens passing by, but the noise started sounding farther and farther away as her vision got blurrier by the second, until all sound was gone, and all she could see were the shadows of things that were once full of color.

The world had turned dark once again.

@daydream-wannabewriter @theweiszguy

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #199

“mama, just killed a man; put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.”

Who is the nicest person you’ve ever met? I dunno, I've truly met so many. How about the meanest? Literally my former best friend, all things considered. I too often ignored her overwhelming ratio of bad versus positive traits. She was an absolute witch when entirely unnecessary to most she met, and even to those she did like, she could be extremely rude and just. Yeah, mean. Do you prefer sugar cookies or peanut butter cookies? Hmmm, probably sugar. Chocolate chip cookies or Oreos? Chocolate chip. What is on your mouse pad? I don't have one. Who was the last person to yell at you? Mom. Why did they yell at you? I don't recall, I just know it was her. What was the last thing you spoke to your mom about? I can't remember. It was as she was leaving for work and nothing major. Where was the last place you took a train to? Never been on a train. What is your favorite sleeping position? What about sitting? Sitting, idk. But I sleep like, kinda on my stomach but twist to my side with my arms positioned up like a fetus' or something. My legs are just kinda just splayed out or bent a bit beside each other. When is the last time you felt appreciated for something you did? Had to be something with Sara when she needed some comfort. Do you ever call friends just to have a casual conversation with them? I don't willingly call anyone. I've texted/messaged friends at random though. Are you the type of person who gets straight to the point? Not really. Do you enjoy playing board games? No. Are there any movies you are wanting to see? The new How To Train Your Dragon, ahhhh! Probably gonna see it with Sara when she comes. Who was the last contact you stored into your cell phone, if you have one? Probably VR. What was the last song you sang along to? Uhhh something by Powerwolf in the shower. Are you a fan of the band Taking Back Sunday? Never heard 'em. Nachos or tacos? I hate tacos, but nachos are literally the best. Do you think Kurt Cobain was assassinated? This is a conspiracy I'm not really educated on. *shrugs* I barely ever rule shit out now after going down the conspiracy theories rabbit hole. Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? Not at all. Does it annoy you when people wish away their lives? I'm guessing you mean just wish for things instead of taking action towards achieving them? Yes, it does. Wishing isn't gonna do a damn thing for you. Have you ever lived with somebody with truly repulsive habits? No. Do you tend to say things because they’re appropriate not because you mean them? No. I've probably done it, but not enough to recall an occasion. What was the last thing to perplex you? Some conspiracy theory in Shane Dawson's new series I thought was pretty far-fetched. I've already forgotten it. What was the last thing to fascinate you? Another theory in the same series mentioned above lol. It was about the fires in California. Do you ever have really good dreams, and then the whole next day, you’re in a really good mood because of that really good dream? No. What’s the last thing you bought at the mall? A book. What are you listening to? "Fire & Forgive" by Powerwolf. Have you ever wanted to go to the moon? Not really. Is your favorite author the author of your favorite book? No. What are you looking forward to the most? Settling down comfortably with Sara with nice jobs, pets we love, a house we feel is perfect for us, and just. Yeah, all of that. ;v; What’s the last CD you bought? I haven't bought one since Hollywood Undead's "Swan Songs." Is that your favorite cd by that artist? I'm not too familiar with their albums, but I think? What food do you eat the most of? Idk, really. Meats? Some form of bread? What food do you not eat enough of? Vegetables. If you HAD to look like someone else, but could choose who, who would you choose? Probably Suzy Hanson. I'm gay as all fuck hell for that sweetheart. What’s something you’re proud of yourself for? DEDICATING TO THE PROCESS OF RECOVERY. Think of your favorite band… if you got to talk to ONE person from that band, who would it be, and why them? Ozzy because he is my granddad, savior, and most importantly, spirit animal. Have you ever seen someone get a tattoo done? If so, what was it? Did they cry or were they in a lot of pain? Yeah; it was a watercolor feather with "ohana" written on it. She didn't cry, nor was it excruciating. What do you like on hot dogs? Ketchup and mustard. Favorite sport team? I'm biased towards the Carolina Hurricanes because of Dad. Do you live somewhere where it’s completely safe to walk alone at night? No. Have you ever lived with someone who was a total slob? Yup. Have you ever interviewed a job applicant at your workplace? N/A Have you ever gone over 3 months without shaving/waxing your legs? Yeah, or close to it. Would you ever consider being a foster parent? No. What’s your opinion on lottery tickets? Waste of money, or no? A waste and a risk for addiction. What are some things that make others cry, that don’t make you cry at all? Well, this is hard. I cry at pretty much anything moving. Have you ever swam in a saltwater pool? No. Can you run in heels? I highly doubt that. My balance is bad as it is. Do you think anyone has given up on you? I'm sure Colleen has. When did you last swallow your beliefs to avoid an argument or confrontation? Today, but literally most days on FB anyway with my stepmother and abortion. Do you pay your own cellphone bill, or do your parents pay it for you? Dad pays it. Have you seen every Harry Potter movie in theaters? No. Have you ever been pregnant? No. Would you ever drive a hearse for your car? Fuck yeah I would if I could decorate it some. What snacks do you usually take to the beach with you? I haven't gone to the beach consistently enough to known. Do you like to eat tomato soup along with your grilled cheese? No. Have you ever watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer? No. Do you have thick or thin hair? Thick as all fuck. If you have thick hair, do you get it thinned when you get it cut? I get it like, tapered so the ends aren't so abrupt. If you have thin hair, do you wish it were thick? N/A What kind of shoes do you normally purchase? Converse or Vans. Did you like Pokemon or Digimon when you were younger? Pokemon was and still is everything. Do you sleep with your hair up or down? It's too short to go up, but I didn't when it was long. When you go swimming, do you put your hair up or down? ^ Do you do any special workouts to stay in shape? I've started doing some yoga exercises and push-ups everyday to try to get IN shape. If you’re a girl, do you have big hips? Too big? I'd say they're fine. Is there a day you’d just like to forget? Which one? The day I ODed. Girls, do you think you look good in dresses or not? I haven't worn a dress since my sister's wedding three years ago... and I looked awful. Have you ever taken a pottery class before? No. What is the one stereotype people label you as most? Don't really hear those nowadays. Who makes you the most angry in your life right now? My last fucking school. How many times have you seen Star Wars? Be honest. Literally once, and I hated it. It was incredibly uninteresting. Do you like flowers? What’s your favorite kind? YEAH. I love orchids and dahlias. How many grades have you failed in your life? None. Do you own a car? Who provides your insurance if so? No. Are you someone who can easily keep a secret? Yup. When was the last time you painted something? December, a painting for Sara. Who was the last female you hung out with? My mom. When is the next time you’re going on vacation? Hell if I know. Are you currently renting out your own apartment? No. Have you taken anyone’s virginity? No. Have you ever had anyone drop off animals at your house and what kind? No. Have you ever made your boy/girlfriend choose between you and someone else? No. Do you remember when some of the Walmarts had a McDonald’s in them? Our neighboring town still has one. When was the last time you were somewhere that offered free Wi-Fi? I dunno. What color are your curtains and are you satisfied with this color? Maroon, and yes. When was the last time you were stung by a bee and what kind was it? Last year by a bumblebee. Do you know anyone personally who had their house burn down before? Yes. What’s your favorite kind of potato chip and are they cheap to buy? Hm. Maybe classic... or cool ranch. Who was the last male you hung out with? My dad. Are you self-conscious? You have no idea. Do you tend to get sick more often in the wintertime? If not, is there a certain season that you get sick more often in besides winter? No. I rarely ever get sick. Do you find yourself being more of a germaphobe when you’re in public? Uh, duh. What is the worst thing you’ve seen in a public restroom? Blood under the seat. And I mean quite a bit. I usually check under them now after that event with Colleen. Nerdy question time. If you were in a more medieval time period, would you prefer to excel in might, magic, or finesse? MAGIC. Do you have an friends from foreign countries? Are they online friends or foreign exchange students? Or perhaps you have some from both? Online friends. Have you ever studied how your last name originated? Yeah. What is one recipe that you would like to learn how to make? Hell, a lot. I need to know how to cook period. How many hours can you go after a meal before you are hungry again? Does the time vary off how big of a meal it was? Depends on what I ate. Can be like... 4-5 hours or I can fast and go beyond 16. Really varies. What was your favorite Backstreet Boys song? HUNNY don't DO THIS. Oh Lord. I really don't think I can pick. I know back then it was "The Call," though. Favorite *N Sync song? Probably "Bye Bye Bye." Which of those two bands did you like best? Backstreet Boys. *heart eyes drool emoji* Do you learn choreography easily? I was okay back in dance, but I doubt it now. My memory and focus have declined. What is the theme of this year’s wall calendar? Idk, Mom hasn't changed it yet. Do you believe that Jesus will come back in your lifetime? I don't believe that concept. Do you still have your favorite toy from when you were kid? Apparently no; asked Mom recently outta curiosity, and I was VERY surprised. I don't know how I ever could've gotten rid of him. Which do you do more: read books, spend time online, or watch television? Guess. What do you do the most when you’re online? Listen to/watch YouTube. Is your 2019 off to a good start? Eh, I suppose. What color is your winter coat? I don't have one. What’s your favorite candy to receive on Halloween? Reese's. Do you think you’re too old to go trick-or-treating? Well, according to society. Do you have a bobblehead? If yes, what does your bobblehead look like? No. Were you afraid of heights as a child? No. What’s the strangest thing you’ve wrapped a present in? Nothing odd? Can you read in the car? I don't know if I've ever done that? Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Would you ever take a solo road trip? Nah. What is the most fascinating part of nature? Shit dude, idk. There's so much. Evolution, maybe. When did you last go to the library? What book(s) did you check out? Couldn't tell ya. Have you ever gotten in trouble for running up your phone bill? Nope. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I don't plan to any time soon. Do people normally say you’re a fast typer, or are you rather slow? Very fast. Do you believe in the concept of global warming? It's 2019. "Concept" my ass. Have you ever worked in retail? Never again. Are you even a little bit racist? No. Were you more fond of swings, monkey bars, or seesaws as a child? Swings. Do you believe in a near-future apocalyptic event? We can't predict that. A meteor could fuck us tonight, or the supervolcano in Yellowstone could erupt the next time I blink. May not be for thousands of years. Do you have a chandelier in your home? No. Do you have a bar with stools? No. Don’t you love American Horror Story: Asylum? I didn't watch it. When’s the last time you blew some bubbles? No clue. Are you self conscious about your nails? Not too much. Which pair of pants that you own are your favorites? Why do you like them? Pretty much all I have are yoga pants and leggings that all look the same... Now if I can include pj pants, the soft, black, white, and lilac Jack Skellington ones I have. They're comfy. Have you ever had any kind of dangerous addiction? What’s this addiction? No. Are your parents still married, divorced, or split up? Like this decision? Divorced. And I mean, any person would wish their parents were together ideally, but just with how mine always fought and just constantly seemed angry at each other, I'm glad they are. Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Do you think he’s awesome/dumb? I love that alien. His personality is so bubbly, he cracks me the hell up, and he's gone through so much growth. Are any of your favorite shows too dirty for television? Which ones? No. Are there any colorful quilts in your room? Which ones are colorful? No. Do you own a guitar? Specify. Which brand of guitar do you own? I do, but I don't recall the brand; I don't play it anymore. I just know it's black and white. Are you a monogamous person? Or do you hate commitment? Monogamous. Who was the last person who was rude to you? Idk, probably Mom. Have you ever met someone in person that you first met online? Yeah. Have you ever taken a test to see if you are colorblind? No. Who do you know who is dyslexic? Idk. Describe your dream wedding in five words. Small, memorable, gothic, emotional, and sincere are a few words I can think of. Is weed legal in your state? No. Have you ever thrown up in class? In kindergarten, I believe. What is something that you used to be ashamed of, but now you’re not? Mmmmm I dunno. OH ACTUALLY, for quite a while I was embarrassed of liking Pokemon for yeeeaaars because at that time it was seen as "weird," but now like. Give me everything Pokemon. Have you ever held a newborn baby? No. Are a ton of your Facebook friends getting married and having kids now? Yes. I sometimes forget we're at that age where it's kinda normal. What’s the last supernatural thing that happened to you? Idk. If you’re a Christian, how long have you known the Lord? N/A Do you live in an apartment, condo, dorm, or house? A house. Do you have a sibling with the same first initial as you? Well, it's his nickname. Do you ever eat kids’ food (as in, meals made for kids)? Hell yeah, give me that fuckin nachos Lunchable. Do you remember pre-school? I have vague memories. How old were you when you made your first friend? Two. What is the movie that you have waited the longest for/which film do you remember anticipating the most/are still anticipating? The Incredibles 2, probably. What is something that an interested guy/girl could comment about you, that would make you instantly open to them (e.g., “That book you’re reading is from my favorite author”)? It's game over if you recognize my Markiplier tattoo lmao. Do you refer to yourself by any sort of fan nickname (Belieber, Little Monster, etc.)? I will always be a GMM mythical beast, fucking fight me. What sort of situations make you feel most self-conscious or inadequate? Are there any people or places that just make you want to crawl into a hole? If you can’t think of anything specific, can you remember the last time (or any time) you felt this way? When I'm in a position where it's my responsibility to be knowledgeable, hence why I've struggled so immensely with work. Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? I use Ozzkat like, everywhere, and it's my fave. Are there any cities near you that you’re afraid to go to because of the crime rate or its other bad reputations? Yes. Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? Ha, yeah. Can you remember the last thing you thought and subsequently thought, “wow, I really shouldn’t be thinking that”? PTSD and OCD alike give me intrusive thoughts occasionally, so. How long does it take you in the morning to fix your hair? It takes just a few seconds to wet my hand(s) and go over the back where it usually sticks up like crazy. My hair is otherwise short enough where I have to do like... nothing. Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? No. Do you prefer kisses on the nose, cheek or forehead? Cheek. Have you seen someone recently you used to talk to, but don’t anymore? No. Do you prefer a lot of ice in your drinks or just a little bit of ice? None. I don't like it to water down my drink, and even with water, I worry about one/some small ones going down my throat. Well, in margaritas it's obviously fine, just because it's so fine. Which condiment (ketchup, mustard, etc.) do you use the most of? Ketchup or honey mustard. Would you ever flirt with somebody in front of your parents? With my s/o, sure, just not if it's even mildly sexual. Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? Yeah. Have you ever spent over $100.00 on an article of clothing? What was it? FUCK no. Do you think your parents know things about you that you don’t want them to? Mom might. I doubt Dad does. How many of your friends play World of Warcraft? I think Sam still does, maybe Alex, and then I have a number of acquaintances exclusive to the game. Actually Girt might too... maybe. I just know he keeps up with the lore. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? CUTE. Would you rather receive roses or sunflowers? I'd appreciate either, but I prefer roses as flowers. Is your dad bald? No. Surprised honestly; he's in his mid-50s, and while it's gray, there's no less of it than there's always been. Who is the most boring or dullest person that you know of? Uhhhhhhhh I dunno. How long do you have until your birthday? Three days y e e t Do you know anyone who has been arrested? Yes. Do you remember the name of the first bar you ever went to? Never been to one. Were you of age? N/A When was the last time you wanted to do something, but couldn’t? With how Sara's been such a flirt lately, I deadass wanna pin her to a wall and go ham. Is there a certain song you like to headbang to? I don't for the sake of avoiding a headache and getting dizzy. Anything you might be giving up on soon? In the back of my mind, every once in a while lately, my hope's dimmed for photography, but I just refuse to give up. Have you ever made any kind of video? Yeah. Have you ever taken someone back after they’ve cheated? Hell no. How many living grandparents do you still have? One. Is there a garage or carport attached to your house? No. Have you ever stayed in a hotel without your parents or older relatives? No.

[cantcomeupwithacreativename]

The Experiment Chapter 4

(Bro the spaces are even weirder on here)

On my way back to our alley, I overheard a conversation between a mother and a pro-hero. He is black with locks all over his costume. The mother has a small child in her arms. He looks about 5 years old. The mother is sobbing, and the child looks terrified, with red eyes, like he had been crying.

"Thank you so much… I- I can't ever repay you. I thought I would never see my baby again… nobody else cared… he was gone for so long… a month… they- they said he'd most likely be dead after a week. They… they wouldn't look anymore. "

"It's all right. I can't imagine if that was my little one. There aren't enough heroes who understand." His deep voice rang through my ears.

"How-how old are they?"

"Just over a week now. I gotta go. Be safe, keep him close."

I started to think, what would've happened if that hero wasn't there, if he didn't find him. Would the kid be sold? Experimented on? Obviously they didn't plan on killing him, or they wouldn't have kept him alive for over a month.

This led me to think about how many people are missing right now, with no heroes to find them. There aren't enough heroes in this world. Maybe Kei could be a hero. She would be good at it. She caught those freaks so easily.

I think of this all the way home. How Kei would be a good hero. On my way back, I hear a muffled cry. My head snaps to attention. Two figures are in a dark alley, one tall, with broad shoulders, and the other small, feminine, and young.

"Don't scream." His voice sounds disgusting.

A young girl, younger than me, looks terrified under his gross hands.

I creep behind him. He doesn't see me. I smash the back of his head with my wings. He falls to the ground, unconscious. The girl took one look at my scarred body and sprints away. She probably thinks I'm another villain.

I had a weird, happy feeling in my stomach, and I didn't realize the smile creeping on my face. It felt good to help people. Is this what heroes save for? This feeling? I liked it. Maybe I could be a hero.

I left the alley after wiping the smile off my face.

After I got back to Kei, I went to bed.

In the morning, I talked to Kei.

"I was thinking… what if we became heroes?"

She looked at me to see if I was serious, then burst into laughter.

"I don't want to be a hero!"

Oh. I didn't say anything after that. She noticed my silence and added,

"But you'd be a good hero. You could always just try for a school. and see if you like it. I heard U.A. is free, so long as you pass the entrance exam."

I thought it over. Maybe. I'd have to train really hard. I heard it's extremely hard to get into. Plus, you have to be smart. Maybe I could start working out and ask Kei to teach me. I never bothered before, I just didn't care. I remember those workouts that one winged guy taught me. What was his name? Keilo?

"Hey Kei?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you teach me school stuff?"

Her eyes lit up. "Sure!"

(Time skip: a week later)

My wing muscles are burning from the workouts I've been doing. I can lift myself off the ground now. I've been following the workouts that boy gave me. Thank god for Kei. When I need water, she's there, a fresh shower after every workout. She's been an amazing teacher, and I was a fast learner. My favorite was (favorite subject)

There was one thing that I didn't understand about Kei. Why did she live on the streets? She was smart, pretty, and had a strong quirk. I just could figure it out. It had never been brought up, and she had never told me.

"Hey, Kei? Why do you not have a house?"

She was silent for a moment, and then said,

"I was kicked out."

"Why?"

"My… my…. parents found out I had a girlfriend. They saw us kissing."

"Oh. I'm sorry… "

"No need to be sorry, it's not your fault." She said, faking a smile

(Time skip: Halfway through U.A. entrance exam)

I fly up to the 3 point robot, stabbing it with my feather-blades. That's 27 points! I just repeated that with all robots I saw, the ones that weren’t already being fought, that is.

(Feather blades look like this. You can harden your feathers/wings and shoot them out. [Like angel from X Men apocalypse])

(Time skip: After exam)

I don't have an address, duh, so I just put down a house a couple miles away from the alley. I hope I get in! I also put a fake name on my papers, for good measure. I don’t think any paperwork was done on me in the first place, or any records anyway, but better safe than sorry. After a while of deliberating, I end up with the name Y/N F/L/N. (fake last name, your real L/N will come in later)

The results are supposed to arrive this week, and I am currently at the house that I claimed I lived. As I open the mailbox I see 3 white envelopes. One addressed to a girl named Kyoka Jiro, which was coincidentally, also from U.A. the second looked like bills of some sort, and the third was addressed to Y/N F/L/N, from the U.A. hero course! I sprinted as fast as I could away from there, letter in hand, missing the pair of black eyes watching me from the window.

When I met up with Kei, we opened the letter together, and a hologram of Allmight appeared.

“Greetings Young F/L/N! I Am Here! To Welcome You! You passed the written exam, and the practical exam with a score of 31 points! Welcome to the hero course. You will be starting your long journey to the road of Heroism in class 1-B. School starts on…..”

Kei shrieks, cutting him off.

“YOU MADE IT IN! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU,” I open my mouth to say thanks, but she cuts me off, “HONESTLY, I DIDN'T THINK YOU COULD DO IT!”

“Uh, thanks?”

(Sorry for another skip, but nothing plot relevant happens between so, Timeskip: morning of 1st day of school)

First day of school! I’ve never been to school before! Kei says it’s nothing too special. I have to take a shower before I go, and we washed the clothes last night. Washing clothes is a weird process. We have to use this huge bottle of clothes soap that we rub in with our hands, and use Kei’s quirk to wet and rinse the clothes. Then we just leave them out to dry, or if we’re in a rush, use my wings. It takes a while, and we don’t need to impress anybody, so washing clothes is a rare occasion. Taking a shower is also a rare occasion, but I have a feeling it’s going to have to be less rare because of school. Kei got me deodorant the other day! It may not seem big, but that classifies as a ‘non-necessity’ so I’ve never gotten it before.

After my shower, I got dressed and I stretched my wings. Nowadays, I keep them out at all times, because, protection, the look, and they hurt to put back. They tuck nicely against my back so that I don’t hit much with them. I begin the long trek to school. It takes f o r e v e r.

Once I finally arrive at the infamous school, I spot a familiar face, or rather, hair. It’s the kid from the sludge villain attack, the one who all the heroes were chewing out. I was going to say hi, but decided not to, because it would be awkward if he didn’t recognize me.

On my way in, I notice more than a few people staring at me, mostly my scars. Whatever. I’ve never been self conscious about them, why start, you know? F you. I’d rather have a few scars than no arms at all…

Ok, class 1-B should be around here- Holy s h i t this door was huge! Are there giants here? Do I just go in? My lack of experience is really showing. I push the door open and glance around the room. Oh. Oh shit. They all have uniforms. I’m the only one not wearing one. I don’t know what to do, so I just walk in. Maybe the uniforms are optional. I pick a random seat, near the (back, middle, front) and sit. I end up next to a kid with pitch black skin and white hair. He doesn’t say a word. Good. I don’t want to talk. Unfortunately, the other girls don’t seem to understand this, and they bombard me with questions.

“What’s your name?”

“How’d you get those scars? Are they part of your quirk?”

“What’s your quirk?”

“Who’s your favorite hero?”

“Do you want to be my friend?”

“What are you named?”

That last one came from a girl with big, American eyes. She looks nice.

“I’m Y/N, What’s your name?” I tell/ask her.

“My name is Pony. I’m from America.” She says.

“Cool.”

To the rest of the group I say, “My name is Y/N, my quirk is Raven, my favorite hero is Midnight, and sure I’ll be your friend.”

They continued chattering until the teacher, a big burly guy with pointy bottom teeth and a glare, walked into the room and took us to ’orientation.’ During the assembly, Allmight gave us a speech about what fine young heroes we would become, and to do our best, Plus Ultra style! Then we spent the rest of the day learning where things were, the teachers, what we would need to bring, but most importantly, each other. Apparently, Vlad King thinks that socializing and making connections is extremely important for people our age. He gave us 15 minutes of free time to just talk before moving on with the tour.

The teachers called us out for a lunch break, and the food smells so good. I glance around the room, and, of course, there aren’t many seats open. The only one I see is an almost empty table, save for a kid with Half red half white hair and a scar on his eye. Looks almost like mine, but it doesn’t look like fire caused it. More like frostbite.

My feet are moving before I make my decision. It was like they knew.

“Hi! I’m from class 1-B, can I sit here?” I ask

He looks me in the eyes and says,

“No.”

“Oh. Uh ok…”

“You may sit over here if you please.” A feminine voice calls out. I turn to see, and it’s a really cute girl with a ponytail. She is tall, with black hair.

“Ok thanks!” I say, as I make my way over to her.

We ended up chatting for a while. Apparently, she is in class 1A, wants to become a hero to give back to the people less fortunate than her. Aka: a richy rich girl. I think we’ll be good friends. She even made me a uniform!

And my g o d Lunch rush is amazing. I haven’t had anything this good ever. To be fair, my standards are pretty low, but it was still amazing.

On my way back to the classroom, I see Pony being cornered by 2 guys and a girl.

“Stupid American! You don’t even know proper Japanese! Go back to where you came from”

I don’t think she completely understands what they’re saying. Naturally, I do what I would’ve done if I saw Kei being cornered. I walked right behind them, shouted at them, and punched the first one to turn around. It made a delightful cracking noise, as my fist made direct contact with her nose. Blood running down her face, staining her uniform.

“Bitch!” She shouted at me as her fist swung towards my side. I took a step back, and missed her ‘punch’ completely. One of the guys got into a defensive stance in front of the bitch, and the other stepped forward and tried to hit me. I simply hardened my wings around me, and his weak hit did nothing.

As I raised my fist to punch the bastard, I felt my wings soften back to normal and a string thing wrap around me. I stared directly into red eyes.

"What the hell are you doing?"

[lunarlooroo]

I've always been very fond of soul mate aus and was wondering if you get write one for the prompt thing?

Heather was born with misery imprinted on her skin. Asphodel[i] wound round an ankle, marigold[ii] on the nape of her neck, a field of yellow carnations[iii] on her back, a red spider lily[iv] over her heart.

She would never know it, but her parents fretted greatly over the hard life her soulmate had had already. Not to even mention how much older they were, as implied by the sheer number of soulflowers.

They covered her up as much as possible, keeping them out of sight. She was always dressed in ankle-length dresses, even in the peak of summer. She cried when she caught sight of the splashes of colour adorning her skin.

Another mark appeared the night her parents died. Wormwood[v] trailing down the corner of her left eye, almost like a stream of tears.

~~~

Ignoring the usual stares, Heather continued on her way to class. Her days of being self-conscious about her soulflowers were long past. She had more than most Hogwarts students did, of that she was well aware. Even her own brother Hadrian only had one on the small of his back. Most people pitied her when they saw her, and they only saw the more visible marks. She privately enjoyed the thought of them fainting if they ever saw the full extent of the tattoos on her body. Not that she would let them.

Heather didn’t see them as something pitiable. On the contrary, she admired the strength of her soulmate’s will, to keep going even after experiencing so much tragedy in their life. She was sad that they had had to endure any of it, of course, but that wasn’t something she could help. Life would throw what it would at them and all anyone could do was withstand it.

She sometimes wondered what her soulmate had thought about the mark that inevitably appeared the night of her parents’ deaths. She knew they had experienced a heartbreak on that day as well. She fingered her left cheek as she pondered on that.

The flowers were objectively beautiful, no doubt about that. If they weren’t representations of such grief, they would be admired for their aesthetic appeal. Even as a child, Heather had instinctively known they didn’t mean anything good.

Brushing all thoughts of soulflowers out of her mind, she stepped into class, internally rolling her eyes at the fresh round of stares.

~~~

Professor Snape didn’t have any marks, that she could see. Then again, the man was almost entirely covered from the neck down. It was typical to cover one’s soulflowers, but a few of Heather’s were so prominent that she had to leave them exposed.

She couldn’t very well wear a mask over the left side of her face, now could she? Though a glove would probably conceal the peony[vi] in the palm of her hand, she didn’t feel the need to hide away her marks like they were something to be ashamed of. She just had to make sure not to shake anyone’s hand with her right one.

Sometimes, Heather found herself wondering about Professor Snape’s soulmate. As far as she knew, he hadn’t yet found his. It was rather out of the ordinary, as the average age for it was about the mid-twenties. Her parents had found each other in their sixth years, themselves. She couldn’t imagine going so long without discovering her soulmate.

~~~

It was during a Wednesday session in her fifth year that it happened.

There was a certain phase in the brewing of Skelegro was so volatile that it was sort of illegal for uncertified brewers to attempt it. Of course, Professor Snape was teaching it to Heather despite this.

She blamed her brief moment of inattention when Professor Snape brushed up next to her to check her progress. Her hand jolted minutely, just a millimetre out of the spiral stir she was performing in the cauldron. It was enough, however, to instantly destabilise the potion. It immediately turned from a salmon pink shade to violent crimson, indicating the imminent explosion.

Heather froze, fear gripping her chest. Thankfully, Professor Snape pushed them both outside of the protective bubble they had been brewing in, collapsing safely on the floor outside of the blast radius.

Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she panted slightly, still trying to calm down from the near catastrophe. Her face had heated up and she thought it was likely out of embarrassment at her mistake.

It was a second later that she realised that Professor Snape’s fingers were brushing over her cheek.  Her left cheek.

He was frozen above her, still in the same position where they had fallen onto the ground. Replaying the previous few seconds in her mind, she recalled that Professor Snape had touched her face while pushing her out of danger. Right where the wormwood crept across her skin.

The warmth emanating from her cheek wasn’t from the adrenaline rush or her embarrassed flush. It was from her soulflower.

As soon as the thought formed in her mind, Professor Snape lurched away from her.

“No, wait!” She reached her hand out, trying to keep him from leaving.

He stopped still, holding himself stiffly as he stood there. Carefully, she stood up as well, inching closer to him. She was afraid that a single wrong move would send him fleeing. And wasn’t that a strange thought – the feared master of the dungeons running from a tiny witch like her.

“You felt that right?” she asked softly. “When you touched my mark.”

A curt nod.

“Did you…sense anything?” Because it was possible that it didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t have been a freak accident, magic sparking due to the failed potion. If he didn’t sense the meaning of the soulflower, then this was nothing. She desperately hoped that it was not nothing.

He took longer to reply this time. After a few moments’ pause, he straightened his spine and turned to look at her. Seeming almost apologetic, he said, “Yes.”

Heather didn’t care about any of that, because she only took note of the single word he uttered. Because standing in front of her right now was her soulmate.

She stepped closer. “Could I…could I hug you?”

Professor Snape (her soulmate!) looked startled by her request, which she really didn’t understand. “Why?” he asked shocked.

“You’re my soulmate!” she explained. And really, wasn’t that enough?

He flinched the moment he heard the words, which may as well have been a slap to the face. She made a wounded sound as a horrifying realisation came upon her. “You don’t want me.” Hunching in on herself, she scrambled backwards, away from him. “S-sorry. You must have hoped for someone a bit older, huh?” She wasn’t a child, not mentally, at least, but she was much younger than him.

“No, that is not the problem!” the man huffed out, frustrated. He ran a hand through his hair in a rare show of discomfort. “Why are you not more upset by this? Being saddled with a soulmate like me?” Even saying the word seemed to make him wince.

“What are you talking about. ‘Someone like you’?” Heather scowled heavily at the insinuation.

“Yes!” Professor Snape hissed, “A bitter, cruel, ugly man more than twice your age, your parents’ age!”

Her face fell at the way he described himself. For all that he cut down his students with his criticism, she should have known that he was his own worst critic. He couldn’t see the good in himself, not like she could.

“Professor…” She shook her head sadly. “That’s not- You can be very sharp with your words, and disagreeable on the best of days when it comes to your students, but that’s not all you are. You have very high standards in your class, and most of the students don’t meet them. You’re only so harsh because the slightest misstep could cause so much harm.”

Her eyes lingered over the charred mess just metres away from them. If it hadn’t been for his quick actions, Heather would have been done for.

“And you’re not ugly. You might not have classically handsome features, but I’ve always thought you had a very striking appearance. Besides, looks aren’t everything. You know what happened to Lockhart.”

That managed to elicit a scoff from him.

“As for the last thing, well, that’s no exactly something we can help. Besides, 18 years isn’t that large. There have been documented age differences between soulmates as high as 30 years! I don’t think your age is a problem, if that’s your concern.”

“That does not change the fact that I am eminently unsuitable for you,” he maintained stubbornly.

Crossing her arms, Heather frowned in displeasure. “That is not for you to decide.”

“Are you saying you had a choice in this?” he asked dubiously, waving a hand in the general direction of her face.

“No, but no one is forcing me into anything. Having each other’s marks isn’t equivalent to a bonding ceremony. People can still choose whether to have a relationship with their soulmate or not.” There were people who found their soulmates only after marrying someone else and simply chose to be friends with them. Some never found theirs at all.

“You cannot possibly think this is a good idea.”

“Why not?” Heather asked, tilting her head up defiantly. “I think you’re brilliant. You’ve helped me so much. You’re witty, wickedly intelligent, an incredibly talented potioneer. I could certainly do much worse.” And if she was being honest, Professor Snape was who she had hoped to be her soulmate for a long time. All through this, she kept her gaze fixed on his, so he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

Professor Snape was clearly conflicted. He seemed all too willing to believe the worst of himself, but she could tell her words had an effect on him.

In lieu of words, he reacted by reaching up to unbutton the high collar of his shirt. Heather could only watch, transfixed, as he slowly revealed the skin of his left shoulder. The bright burst of green along the line of his shoulder seemed out-of-place on the man who only dressed in monochrome. The mark was a conifer of some sort, though she couldn’t place it.

“It is a cypress[vii], an evergreen coniferous tree with small, scale-like leaves,” Professor Snape said, sensing her question.

Nodding, she flicked her eyes up to his before going back to stare at the mark. Her hand unconsciously reached out, as if to touch it, but she tensed once she realised what she was doing.

To her surprise, the man didn’t pull away, but stood there, waiting. Waiting, for what?

Taking a leap of faith, her hand started forwards again, slowly. He stayed still. Plucking up her courage, she closed the last inch between her fingers and the tattoo.

The instant she made contact, the link caused a deluge of emotions to swamp her. Horror, despair, grief. Impressions of memories flashed across her mind. Green light, pleas for mercy, deathly silence.

As soon as it started, it stopped, giving way to warmth, like being pulled ashore after an eternity at sea. The comfort almost brought tears to her eyes.

It took her a few tries to work her throat without choking up. “This is when He killed them,” she whispered hoarsely.

Without a word, Professor Snape opened his arms slightly. Without hesitation, she dove into the offered embrace, clutching tightly.

She didn’t know how long they stayed in that position before Professor Snape said, “The wormwood was when I found Lily dead.”

Heather’s eyes widened as she listened, unaware that this had happened.

“I arrived at Godric’s Hollow much too late. By the time I got there, your parents were cold bodies on the floor and you had cried yourself to sleep, cradling your brother in your arms. No one could pry him out of them.”

She buried closer into his chest, seeking and giving as much comfort as she could.

~~~

It took a few years, a war, and the appearance of new marks on the both of them, but they eventually got around to linking to each soulflower. Each and every one brought them closer to each other.

Heather’s red spider lily had been the only one to make Severus cry. His fallout with her mother had almost broken him.

It had taken her a long time to open up about what his lobelia[viii] symbolised. Vernon Dursley was never the same after the visit that followed.

It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows after that. New marks still appeared in the years following the war. But at least they had each other to share the burdens of tragedy.

Heather knew that if joy was inked on their bodies like sorrow was, there would be many more bellflowers[ix] and celandines[x] and plumerias[xi] than marigolds and wormwood.

And when their children presented their first soulflowers, instead of forcing them to cover them up, Heather and Severus would explain to them how these marks were magic’s way of letting soulmates sooth each other’s pain. A burden shared was a burden halved, after all.

Their children would wear their marks without shame.

[i] My regrets follow you to the grave

[ii] Pain and grief

[iii] Rejection, disdain, disappointment

[iv] Never to meet again, lost memory, abandonment

[v] Absence, bitter sorrow

[vi] Shame

[vii] Death, mourning, despair, sorrow

[viii] Malevolence

[ix] Unwavering love

[x] Joys to come

[xi] Perfection, springtime, new beginnings

AN If it wasn’t clear, in this universe, soulmarks appear as plants, like flowers, herbs, trees, on a person with each tragedy or heartbreak their soulmate experiences. Soulflowers are very private things, sometimes even seen as something shameful because of their origin. In polite society, people never touch each other’s marks unless invited to. Most people cover them up with clothing, since magic and makeup can’t hide them.

When someone’s soulmate touches the mark for the first time, they get impressions and feelings of the event that created the mark, before feeling a great sense of peace, like having their soul cleansed of the pain. This is known as ‘linking’. It’s a very intimate experience, of course, and linking with all the marks on each other’s bodies is important for many soulmates, like getting married is for some couples.

[dope-mysme-headcanons]

Can I ask for an RFA+V+Saeran comforting a sad MC? Maybe someone made a comment and they're feeling down about it but trying to act like they're okay.

Yoosung

You were both playing LOLOL and things were getting intense. You two were fighting a boss with a few members of your guild when you accidentally fumbled on the keyboard, messing up your shot that would’ve killed the monster.

The guild ended up losing and blamed it on you, hurling insults at you through their microphones. Usually you would just try and brush stuff like that off, but it was really getting to you. Without saying a word you shut your game off and stormed out of the room.

Yoosung followed quickly behind, seeing as you sat at the kitchen table, your face buried in your hands. It looked almost as if you were crying.

Sitting beside you, he rubbed your back gently, asking of you were alright. Lifting up your head you flashed him a fake smile, insisting that you were fine, you just needed to take a break from gaming for a while.

Of course though, the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks gave the lie away. He pulled you close, rubbing your back as he tried to calm you down.

After a while you did, explaining how you hated hearing people you considered friends of yours saying such harsh things to you. Even though it was just a game you couldn’t help but take it to heart.

You both ended up putting a pause on gaming for the night, instead going out for a walk around the city to clear your mind.

Zen

His fans were going crazy over the reveal of your relationship. Some loved it, thinking you were adorable together, while others were less than happy about it. Your social media began to get blown up by crazy “fans”, every picture you posted getting met with tons of insults.

They ranged from blows at your looks to your intelligence, and you could barely stand it. You ended up disabling the comments under all your photos, but they still blew up your DMs and even Zen’s account.

He didn’t know how badly it affected you until he caught you looking into the mirror, poking and tugging at your face.

He watched in shock as you seemed to get frustrated, roughly raking your nails down the sides of your cheeks, leaving angry red marks in their place. Rushing into the bathroom, he pulled your hands away from your face and brought you into a tight hug.

That was when you broke down, returning the embrace with tears running down your cheeks. You told him how much they made you feel like you didn’t deserve him. How if you were prettier they would leave you alone.

Hearing that, he pulled away with a look of hurt. You were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and anyone who couldn’t see it too was an idiot.

He made it a point to talk about you constantly on social media from then on, about how happy you made him and how wonderful you were. Slowly, the comments became less and less as the true fans defended you.

Jaehee

The coffee shop was pretty busy that morning, causing you to rush to get out all the orders quickly. Because of that, you accidentally messed up some guys order. It was an honest mistake, but he was a dick and decided to yell at you in front of the whole store.

Usually you could deal with an unpleasant customer or two without batting an eye, but this guy went above and beyond. Insulting not only your coffee making skills, but your looks as well.

Hearing how the man was yelling at you, Jaehee quickly excused herself from the register to see what was going on.

When she reached your end of the counter she saw as you stood there in shock, taking in all his insults with tears in your eyes. She swiftly ran up to you, putting herself between you and the man as if to shield you from him. From there she handled the situation, kicking the man out almost immediately.

After taking care of the rest of the customers she took you into the back, asking if you were alright. You tried to brush it off, insisting you were fine, but you couldn’t get what he said out of your head.

She reluctantly let you go back to work, but when she caught you crying in the storage room later she made sure you went home for the rest of the day.

Later that night she joined you, sitting with you on the couch and handing you a warm cup of hot chocolate. You took a sip, leaning your head on her shoulder. Yeah, people were assholes, but at least you had an amazing girlfriend to help you forget about them.

Jumin

After you two got engaged your faces were plastered over every tabloid and celebrity news site, and those rarely had anything nice to say. Some called you a gold digger, while others outright insulted your looks, comparing you to the past girlfriends of Mr. Han.

In the beginning you paid them no attention. You knew you weren’t a gold digger, and you didn’t care how you looked compared to the women his father chose to surround himself with.

You assumed it would all die down after a while, but to your surprise they kept coming. It seemed like there would be more and more everyday. Slowly they picked away at your self confidence, to the point where you hated going out in public.

Jumin noticed right away when you refused to go to a charity ball he was invited to. You absolutely loved dancing, why on Earth would you refuse?

He asked you later on that day while you were waiting for dinner. You didn’t answer right away, but after a few minutes of silence you gave in. You hated being followed around by cameras only to be ridiculed the next day for how you looked.

Being numb to negative attention by now, he helped you see the articles in a different way. Instead of getting hurt, you soon began to find them humorous. Like really, they were scorning you for wearing sweatpants at CVS? Who in the world would dress up to go to a god damned drug store?

After about a week you decided to go to the ball, and he made sure you were wearing the most elegant gown there. That night the tabloids had nothing negative to say, but you didn’t care. You were just happy to spend the night dancing with your fiance.

Seven

There was this one person who had been stalking your social media accounts for a while, leaving stupid comments under all your pictures. At first you paid no mind to them, but after a while they began to get harsher and harsher.

It even came to the point where the person started texting you. It was terrifying, you had no clue how they even got your number.

Instead of telling Seven though you decided to keep it to yourself, not wanting to seem weak or helpless. But it got so bad that you couldn’t even bear to look at your phone anymore.

After a while Seven caught on, watching as you flinch every time a notification on your phone went off. He finally intervened when the two of you were on a date and you checked your phone, seeming to tear up while reading one of your messages.

He stopped you right then and there, asking who was texting you. For a few minutes you refused to answer, but finally told him how some creepy stalker had been messaging you nonstop.

Making sure you turned your phone off, he made sure the rest of the date was as fun as he could make it to help you take your mind off of it. When you returned later that night he tracked down the guy, finding out it was a jealous ex of yours from years ago.

He made sure the guy would never contact you again, sending him multiple viruses and blackmail so he would back off for good.

Saeran

You were out on a date, taking a nice walk in the park after you had dinner. It was really fun as the two of you (though, mostly you) laughed and joked, that is, until you heard someone behind you tell their friend that your laugh was annoying.

After that, you stopped talking. It was something you were self conscious about since you were a kid, though you had just started to get over it. Now, all the progress you’ve made had been knocked down completely.

At first he thought you were mad at him, asking over and over if he did something wrong. You smiled, assuring him that you were alright and he was perfectly fine.

But still, other than that you barely spoke for the rest of the night. He couldn’t help but get concerned, watching you closely. He’d make a dark joke and see the corners of your lips twitch up in a grin, but he could tell you were trying to suppress your laughter.

When you got home he tried again, even getting his brother to help him out. Thankfully it worked and you let out a soft giggle, but as soon as it happened you slapped your hand over your mouth to silence it.

He definitely knew something was wrong then. He sat you down on the couch and pulled you into a hug. It was awkward, but comforting at the same time. At that moment you broke down, telling him what had happened in the park and how much you hated your voice. Seven had to practically restrain him from trying to find and kick the ass of whoever made the comment.

The scene was enough to make you laugh for real, causing him to stop struggling against his brother. No matter what anyone said, your laugh was the most beautiful thing he has ever heard.

V

He had asked you to go to one of his gallery openings, to which you happily obliged. You were having a great time, drinking champagne and admiring your boyfriend’s work as he spoke to various attendants. But everything turned to shit when you heard two snobby rich women gossiping about you behind your back.

They completely tore you apart, commenting on how “cheap” your designer dress seemed to them to how trampy they thought you were.

You knew the scene all too well. Ever since you started dating V you took a disliking to the rich women who often attended his galleries. All they cared about was their looks and how much money they had, and it drove you insane.

That being said, that didn’t mean you didn’t take their comments to heart. You found yourself self consciously tugging at the end of your dress in an attempt to make it longer. Cursing, you hated yourself for choosing something so short. Maybe they were right, you were just a tramp.

It was the middle of the gallery when V was finally finished speaking with associates and decided to find you. To his surprise, instead of socializing like you usually did, you stood in a corner observing the whole event with a frown.

That’s when he knew something was up. He joined you, leaning against the wall in the spot next to you and grabbing your hand. After a moment of silence you filled him in, pointing out the two women who were more than a little tipsy from the champagne.

He let out a laugh, explaining how you shouldn’t take to heart what two snobby women said. Besides, their husbands both bought photographs from him that had you in them.

[plastic--hearts]

I Loved You

day eleven of ‘one day, one fic - september’

prompt: not rly a prompt, just heavily based on the “I Loved You” M/V by Day6

pairing: socky

word count: ~2708

note: they’re all in the same grade bc I’m too tired to worry about age differences. also, big thank you to Chels (@lee-dongminhyuk) for letting me work this out with her, and for always being down to scream abt Day6

“I still can't believe Jiyu and Bin broke up,” Sanha whispered, turning to face Minhyuk. “To be honest, I didn't think they were a good match.”

“Of course,” Minhyuk muttered, writing down the problem their teacher had just left on the board.

“She's just too sweet for him.”

Minhyuk had to make a conscious effort not to roll his eyes. Sanha had been pining over Jiyu since their first year of high school. Now, they were in their final year, and Minhyuk couldn't believe it was still going strong. “Okay.”

“I’m surprised, you know. She's so close with Myungjun, I expected something to happen there.”

Minhyuk shrugged, not answering this time. He didn't know what else he could say to his blond friend. The more he answered, the more Sanha would talk.

Don’t get him wrong: he would much rather listen to Sanha speak than their teacher. He could listen to Sanha speak for ages. However, Jiyu wasn’t exactly his favourite conversation topic. She was nice, sure, and pretty, but every time her name fell from Sanha’s lips, Minhyuk felt his chest tighten. He said her name with such fondness, a fondness that Minhyuk wanted to feel.

And so, he didn’t say a word, choosing to focus on the class instead.

--

The next day went similarly. Sanha and Minhyuk were sitting with their friends in the classroom, waiting for their teacher to arrive. Out of the corner of his eye, however, Minhyuk noticed Sanha’s gaze trailed on him. He turned his head to look at his friend, but Sanha’s attention wasn’t actually on Minhyuk. Rather, it was on something to Minhyuk’s left, and when he turned to look, he wished he hadn’t. Jiyu was sitting at the table beside theirs, laughing softly as Myungjun made a funny face. Along with Jinwoo, the three of them were rarely ever seen apart, which Minhyuk found somewhat sweet. Not that he’d ever admit it.

Minhyuk sighed softly, directing his attention back to the conversation. If he had had the energy, maybe he would’ve said something to Sanha for being so obvious. Right then, though, he just wanted class to start.

“Minhyuk,” Sanha whispered, 20 minutes into the class. “Do you want to hang out today? Go get ice-cream?”

Minhyuk chuckled softly. “Since when do you ask so early? Of course.”

Sanha grinned, braces glinting, and Minhyuk let his own lips turn up into a smile.

“You’re paying?” Minhyuk asked Sanha as they exited their school building at the end of the day.

Sanha, of course, just made a cute face, knowing fully well that Minhyuk would crack.

“Okay, fine,” Minhyuk sighed. “Let’s go.” He truly was a sucker.

Sanha skipped alongside Minhyuk as they made their way to the ice-cream parlor, and Minhyuk’s soft smile never left his face. Sanha had a way of making him smile with everything he did, and yet he was blissfully unaware. Blissfully unaware of the way he made Minhyuk feel as light as a feather, and Minhyuk intended to keep it that way.

When they got there, Sanha immediately got two scoops of strawberry ice-cream, smiling widely when the old lady behind the counter handed the cone to him.

“No sprinkles?” Minhyuk asked, eyeing the pink scoops. “That’s unlike you.”

“I didn’t want to charge you extra.”

Minhyuk smiled at the sentiment, shaking his head. “Go ahead, get your sprinkles.”

Sanha grinned, eyes alight with both disbelief and excitement, and turned back to the counter. Minhyuk watched as he eagerly pointed to the rainbow sprinkles. He would basically be broke after this purchase, but to see Sanha smile like that was worth all the money in the world.

And when Sanha asked why Minhyuk only got one scoop of chocolate ice-cream in a cup, he just shrugged and said he didn’t want anything else.

They sat at a table by the front window, Sanha immediately attacking his cone. Minhyuk laughed at his friend’s eagerness and pulled out his phone, snapping a couple pictures of the sight.

“Minhyuk!” Sanha whined, but couldn’t help his laughter. “Stop!”

“Nope.” Minhyuk smiled before leaning across the table and licking Sanha’s ice-cream.

“Hey!” The blond protested and moved his cone out of reach.

“I paid for it!” Minhyuk laughed, wiping a trace of pink ice-cream off his nose.

Sanha huffed, causing him to laugh again.

He couldn’t help but wonder what they looked like to onlookers. Did they simply look like best friends, enjoying ice-cream on a hot day? Minhyuk wondered whether this was what it would be like to go on a date with Sanha. After they’d finish, Minhyuk would hold his hand and take him to see the ducks in the park just a block over. They would sit by the pond and skip stones, and maybe Minhyuk would be brave enough to kiss his cheek at the end of the day.

But of course, that was just a daydream. Sanha in front of him wasn’t his date; they were simply the best of friends, nothing less but also nothing more. And when they walked to the duck pond, they didn’t hold hands, nor did Minhyuk try to kiss him.

He did, however, let Sanha make him happy, even if he had to keep it a secret. He would rather take the secret to his grave than lose his best friend.

--

When Minhyuk saw the keychain, he knew he needed it.

It didn’t matter that it was in the middle of a grocery store. The keychain was cute and he would be damned if he didn’t get it for Sanha. He took it off the hook gently and placed it in the shopping cart, ignoring his mum’s questioning gaze.

“That doesn’t look like something you’d like.”

“It’s for Sanha,” Minhyuk offered, busying himself with looking at the different types of tea.

Minhyuk’s mum opened her mouth to say something but seemed to decide against it. Minhyuk was thankful for that. He had managed to keep his feelings under wraps for this long and had no intention of letting his facade slip. Of course, it helped if he wasn’t asked about it,

When he got home and had finished putting away the groceries, he texted Sanha.

minhyuk [5:13pm] park in 10?

sanha [5:13pm] sure :-)

Every weekend they would go to the park, even if just for a little while. It started when they first met, back in middle school, and carried on as more of a tradition than a fun outing.

Pocketing the keychain, he stepped out of his house and began walking. Once he got to the park, he made a beeline for the pull-up bars and, within seconds, was hanging upside down from the highest one. He always waited for Sanha like this, since it always roused a smile from the blond boy.

He pulled the keychain out of his pocket to contemplate it. It was a little patchwork creature, maybe a bunny of sorts, with yellow buttons for eyes. On the cheeks were sewn little red hearts, which was what initially made Minhyuk think of Sanha.

He looked up from the little bunny to see Sanha approaching and closed his hand around the small gift to hide it.

“Minhyuk,” Sanha greeted as he walked up to his friend, an amused smile on his face. “I’m always worried that you’re going to fall.”

“Ah, don’t worry your cute self over me,” Minhyuk teased. He pushed himself up, and after some maneuvering, jumped down in front of Sanha. He slipped the keychain back into his pocket, deciding he’d give it to Sanha at the perfect moment.

“You know what I heard?” Sanha said as they started walking. Minhyuk shook his head. “You know that guy Dongmin?”

Minhyuk then nodded, kicking a stray rock on the pathway. “Yeah, with all the girls chasing after him all the time.”

“Yeah. He and Bin are now friends.”

“What?” Minhyuk raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t he, like, super studious, as opposed to Bin?”

“Yup.” Sanha nodded. “Bin apparently got into a fight over him.”

“I doubt that’s true.”

“Myungjun told me!”

“When did you speak to Myungjun?”

“I was texting him last night,” Sanha explained, cheeks reddening. Oh no. “He told me.”

“What else did he tell you?” Minhyuk mumbled, eyes on the ground. His fingers curled around the keychain in his pocket.

“We, uh, talked about Jiyu,” Sanha explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “He gave me some tips.”

“Tips?” Minhyuk repeated, eyes widening. “Are you actually going to do something?”

“I’m thinking of confessing.”

Minhyuk stopped dead in his tracks, wide eyes on Sanha. The blond kept walking for a few steps before noticing his friend’s absence and turning around. “What?”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“About?”

“Confessing.”

“I- I’m telling you now.” Sanha took a few steps closer to Minhyuk. “You’re never interested when I talk about her.”

“This isn’t about her,” Minhyuk stated. “This is about you.”

“I just- I thought he would know better how to-”

Minhyuk scoffed, running a hand through his hair. His chest was tight and heart was heavy as he spoke, interrupting Sanha. “So what? You’re- We’re supposedly best friends. You really told him before me?”

“You would’ve discouraged me.”

Minhyuk’s breath hitched. “What?”

“You heard me.” Sanha frowned.

“That’s not true and you know it.” His surprise was beginning to turn into anger. “When have I ever discouraged you from doing something you wanted to?”

When Sanha didn’t reply, Minhyuk shook his head. “I’ve always supported you, no matter how stupid or ridiculous your ideas were. Remember your first guitar, Sanha?”

“Me wanting to confess to her isn’t stupid or ridiculous.”

“Oh my god, I didn’t say that!”

Sanha huffed, looking away from Minhyuk into the distance. “You never really liked her. I would’ve known.”

“She’s nice, Sanha,” Minhyuk hissed through gritted teeth. “She’s nice and she’s pretty and- and she’s probably smart. That really doesn’t change the fact that you went to Kim Myungjun, out of all people, before me.”

“He can definitely help me more than you can!”

“So what? Have you been friends with him for 6 years? You don’t even talk to him in school!” Minhyuk argued. He didn’t know why he was getting so worked up over such an insignificant thing. He knew, he knew that he was being ridiculous, but he couldn’t stop himself. “You didn’t think it would be important for me to know this?!”

“It doesn’t matter, Minhyuk!” Sanha almost yelled. “It doesn’t matter who I tell or when I tell them! I told you now, didn’t I? What’s 24 hours, in the grand scheme of things?”

Minhyuk shook his head, taking a couple steps back. “I’m going home.”

--

He didn’t speak to Sanha for two days after that. He still sat next to him in class like he did every day, but he ignored his presence. He knew it was petty, but Sanha was doing the same thing, and he wasn’t going to be the first person to crack. It was all Sanha’s fault, anyways - why couldn’t he have just told him?

Sitting on the bus alone were the hardest parts of those two days. The lack of Sanha meant that he was alone with his music - and his thoughts. Obviously, the one thing his brain chose to zero in on was Sanha’s potential confession. He didn’t know when - or even if - it was happening, and as much as he didn’t want to know, he had to. He wanted to be there for Sanha, even if it meant willingly shattering his heart in the process. Picking between having a broken heart or a Sanha-sized hole in his life was easy - it wasn’t like he ever put his own well-being before Sanha, anyway.

Why couldn’t he just move on, when he so clearly knew Sanha wasn’t interested? Why did these feelings have to blossom deep within his rib cage, and instead of wilting away, why did they choose to grow and grow until it felt like they were suffocating him? Minhyuk almost felt like hating Sanha would be easier than loving him, but he would never want that. However, he did wish that he could understand, or better yet, control his feelings. He could always control the way he dealt with them, sure, but that was exhausting. He would rather not have them altogether.

He was certain that the feelings would fade eventually, but if there was a way to speed up the process, Minhyuk would try anything.

--

On the third day, when Sanha plopped down into the chair beside him, Minhyuk was ready to ignore him again. However, Sanha seemed to have other plans. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around his friend, pulling him as close as the chairs allowed him to.

Minhyuk was surprised, but didn’t pull away from the touch. Instead, he freed an arm from beside him and wrapped it around Sanha’s shoulders, reciprocating the hug. He smiled softly as he rested his cheek on top of Sanha’s head, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the affection. In that moment, nothing else mattered: not their fight, not Jiyu, not anyone in the world. Just Sanha.

He knew the bliss was only temporary.

He didn’t realise just how temporary.

On the bus home that evening, Sanha was chattering excitedly about the new song that a group he likes had just released, but Minhyuk couldn’t pay attention. His gaze was trailed on the girl that had just stepped onto the bus and taken the seat a couple rows in front of them; rather, his eyes were trailed on Jiyu. Sanha had yet to notice her, and Minhyuk intended to keep it that way.

He waited for Sanha to stop talking before nudging him with his shoulder. “I have something for you.”

Sanha watched curiously as he reached into his bag, searching a bit before pulling out the keychain. “I saw this and thought it was cute,” Minhyuk explained, giving it to Sanha who took it carefully out of his friend’s hand. “It reminded me of you.”

Sanha then grinned, tearing his gaze away from the little bunny to meet Minhyuk’s unsure gaze. “It’s so cute, thank you!” With that, he threw his arms around Minhyuk and squeezed him tightly.

Minhyuk laughed when they pulled away. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.” Sanha nodded, picking up his own bag from the floor of the bus and placing it on his lap. Struggling for a moment, he managed to get the keychain on the zip. “Look! Now I’ll be reminded of you wherever I go.”

“You never go anywhere other than school with that,” Minhyuk pointed out. “I’m there in school anyways.”

“Oof, fine, I won’t say nice things then.” Sanha pouted comically, crossing his arms and turning to face forward.

Minhyuk was going to keep teasing him when he noticed Sanha’s expression rapidly change. Before he could even process it, Sanha’s hand was wrapped around his upper arm, shaking him slightly. “That’s Jiyu!” Sanha whispered.

“Mhm. Have you talked to her?”

“No.” Sanha’s wide eyes then turned to Minhyuk. “Should I do it now?”

Concealing his feelings, Minhyuk shrugged. “Why not?”

Just then, though, the bus began slowing down, and Jiyu stood up and swung her bag over her shoulder. Once the bus halted, she stepped off.

The next moment was a blur for Minhyuk. One second, Sanha was sitting beside him, grasping his arm, and the next he was up on his feet, nearly tearing behind Jiyu with a shouted, “I’ll text you!”

Minhyuk watched with wide eyes as his best friend ran behind the black haired girl, and let his gaze stay on them even after the bus had begun driving away.

And then it hit him. His best friend had left him with nothing more than an “I’ll text you!” in order to chase after a girl. His best friend, the one person whose love he wanted all to himself, was off sharing that love with someone Minhyuk could never be.

As he lowered his eyes, he noticed something white lying on the floor of the bus, close to the door.

He never would’ve thought that the sight of a mere keychain could hurt him so badly.

[fuckmybiaslist]

OH MY GOD YOU'VE BEEN HERE SINCE 2014 TELL ME MORE how has the fandom changed?? .. except for the size and awards and stuff LIKE WHAT ARE THE BIGGEST GRADUAL CHANGES YOU'VE NOTICED .. and maybe like share some anecdotes about how the fandom was before?? I've heard jin/v was the most popular ship back then?? I LOVE THIS KIND OF STUFF PLEASE SHARE YOUR EXPERIENCES

Hey there anon!  True Fact I started this tumblr in spring of 2014 and that’s about when I got into BTS.  I had been circling the kpop drain for a while and was starting to reblog more and more kpop on a personal blog I had…you know how the story goes…heh.   Anyways, my real-life friend and co-worker @eternalsquee and I made our blogs together at the same time.  She’s also the one who got me into BTS (sending me photos over our work chat - SERIOUS BUSINESS) 

Like I’ve said, BTS is my first (and really only) fandom, so everything was just so - overwhelming and NEW when I first really started to get into BTS, I just - I don’t know i have nothing else to compare it to, and I have an awful memory, so this might be dissapointing! But I will try to talk about some things I can remember.  

First off, I can remember watching American Hustle Life unsubbed (because subs back then still took like 2 - 3 days to do heh) and just - falling in love with the boys.  Sure, there were a ton of cringey moments, and the complaints against that show are totally valid, but it was also a really awesome intro to the boys.  And there were these beautiful moments, and BTS were just - not like any group I had ever seen ever.  There was just something so refreshing about THEM.  

Dark & Wild was the first comeback, and by then Esquee and I were in full fucking frenzy.  It being my first comeback ever, I was totally unprepared for the photo releases, the constant buildup - and then the day the  ‘What Am I To You’ comeback trailer was released was just - electric.  I still get chills when I hear that opening chime of the clock…ahhh.  

And then they unleashed DANGER on us and Jin’s ARMS and HHHHh the DANCE and ALL OF IT and my entire world exploded and the rest is history.  

The fandom - I don’t know I guess it was smaller?  It has really seemed - to stay the same just grow in the years since 2014.  The variety of people have grown, but even in the beginning I remember being amazed at the different people doing different things all around the world that I was meeting through being totally head over heels for this group.  It really was a community, and it remains a community to this day, and even though It’s getting bigger literally by the second, the foundation is there - through the years - and I think just like BTS that keeps the fandom grounded in that family feeling.  And that’s a beautiful thing.  

It’s also been a beautiful thing to see the guys in BTS grow.  Kookie was still such a smol shy bunnybean back in 2014, still coming out of his shell a bit, still so very very young.  Jin hadn’t let his flag completely fly yet either, although I remember shitting myself every time a new recipe blog came out - ahhh.  They were all just less sure of themselves, a bit more self-conscious - just - they have also seemed to get more comfortable with us as well as with performing and - I don’t know.  They’ve just grown up, beautifully - and come together as a team so wonderfully and that - man.  That feeling that they are bound together has just grown more and more as the years have gone on and - my heart.… .

When TRB came about in 2015 Esquee and I knew we had to try to go - that was both of our first Kpop concerts and also Esquee’s first plane trip!  Going to Chicago and knowing we were in the same city as BTS was just - electrifying.  We got a hotel that was right near the Roosevelt Theater - knowing that they were there sound checking while we were so CLOSE was just !!!!!  There were fireworks that night for some baseball game but they were literally right by the window of our hotel and it seemed like the whole city was celebrating with us!  

The concert - was just - first off the theater was SO SMALL compared to the wings venue holy god, so SMALL thinking back - we were SO CLOSE.  Even being around 5000 other army’s (was that the venue’s capacity) was AMAZING - I didn’t know very many people I wish I had gotten to meet that were there - but just - it was SO LOUD and we were right in the aisle between the first section and second and when the show started people just rushed forward it was - and I had a sign that said Jin was handsome and I waved it the whole show along with my bomb and screamed for him so loud I lost my voice and I’m pretty sure he saw my sign (my friend Nacs who was there with us said he did).  BUt LORD - the concert - I just - I can still remember it like it was a dream, just like the Wings concert it didn’t seem real - but we got to see them do I Need U and Dope and Danger and Miss RIght and just - so many amazing songs.  They didn’t even have merch

About shipping, I’ve pretty much ALWAYS shipped Jin mostly with Yoongi, and let me tell you what, Yoonjin fics were rare rare rare and super rare.  YoonMin was a huge thing and NamJin and VHope was bigger back then too.  Or just seemed bigger? Because less people were writing? YoonSeok was still also remarkably rare back then, although less rare than Yoonjin, and … yeah…it was a bit different, but maybe just because less people were writing in general?  I don’t know.  

As far as here on Tumblr, there were less BTS blogs (of course) especially less Jin focused blogs?  There are so many more now which !!!!! makes me so happy.  ONe thing tho, there were ALWAYS Jin blogs on here.  Even before I was on here, there were people shitting themselves over Jin and I just joined in SO!!  Every time somebody talks about how Jin has been ignored and neglected by fans it makes me really really sad because some of us have been on here loving Jin all day every day for Y E A R S and YEARS, and maybe we’re not the biggest blogs but we’re SOMETHING.  Jin has always had love on here, and it makes me so happy to see that increasing.  

I guess, finally, the biggest change in all of this is in the boys themselves.  They are really growing up, really hitting their stride, and it just makes me so excited for them and feel so warm and happy as a fan - compared to 2014 they have come so far and done so much. That feeling I had when HYYH 1 came out with I Need U  - BTS changed the game in one fucking instant and haven’t looked back since.  I’m honored to be a fan and will ALWAYS be a BTS fan (and a Jin biased BTS fan at that) from here til FOREVER.  

[bbuckyybbarness-blog]

It’s Always Been You PT.3

You and Bucky had instantly clicked as soon as you arrived at the Avengers Facility, and soon became best friends. He trusted you implicitly and ever since heard you sing, he felt himself falling faster as the days rolled on. So when you start to pull away from him, he feels betrayed and upset. Thinking it’s something to do with him and his past.

Little did he know that it was nothing to do with his past, but your shame in your body, your feelings of self-loathing and your ever growing love for your best friend.

Bucky + Plus Size Reader

AN: Hey Dolls! Thank you for the overwhelming response I’m receiving for this story! This instalment isn’t the best, but it’s important as it’s setting the tone for the next. Also, who doesn’t love a good makeover? Am I right? No? Ok, I’ll let you carry on then! 

Tags are still open and as always my inbox is always open for requests!- Rae xo

Word Count: 2016

STORY TW: Weight Issues, Fat Shaming, Swearing, Violence, Smut (Maybe? Idk yet)

CHAPTER TW: Weight Issues, Low self-esteem, Swearing

Part 1 Part 2

3: “As I’ll Ever Be.”

               “Nikki, this is so kind of you, and I really appreciate it,” you chewed your bottom lip, trying to find the right words to say, without hurting the stylists feelings. “But-“

“You don’t like it, right?” she nodded towards the outfit, and you meekly nodded in return. “You’re right to, there’s just something that looks off isn’t there?,” she bit her nails in thought, “Well this is all I’ve bought with me, so it looks like we’re going to HAVE to go shopping!” she turned around to her team of unbelievably good looking women, “Girls, take a break, get a coffee or something. We’ve got some shopping to do!” she giggled like a schoolgirl before practically pulling your arm out of it’s socket, dragging you out the door

 Your feet hurt from walking, your arms were weak from carrying the ags full of clothes, shoes and whatever else Nikki had decided to treat you with. You bundled into your room and slumped down on the bed, the only thing you had on your mind was a nap.

 “Hey Sleeping Beauty, get your ass up, you’ve got to go get all pretty and shit” you were rudely awoken with a vigorous shake from the one and only Natasha Romanoff.

 “Ok, I’m up, I’m up. What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to stifle a yawn

 “Well, I’m here for a free mani-pedi, obviously. And to get you to the hair stylist, you’ve got to take care of that mane some time.” She laughed as you put on your very best, I’m shocked and appalled face.

 “What’s wrong with my hair?” you laughed

 “When did you last have it in anything apart from a bun Y/L/N?” she raised her eyebrow at you. 

 “I don’t remember…” you trailed off, looking at the floor.

 “Well, then that’s exactly what’s wrong with it.” She smiled at her own joke, “Now, I don’t want to see you until you’ve been all dolled up” At that, she was up and getting the nail technicians attention.

The stylist waltzed into your room with all the equipment that she needed, and sat you down on her chair.

“So?” you asked the lady as she was running her fingers through your hair, scrutinising the ends with microscopic precision.

               “Oh no no no, you’re not allowed to know. I’ve been told you’re not allowed to even get a peek until we’re all done with hair and make up” you sighed, this was Tony’s doing, and you knew it.

After around 3 hours of primping, polishing and styling, you were about to go and get your outfit on. You walked to the closet where Nikki was making the final touches to your outfit. You looked at it nervously.

“Don’t worry, it’ll look amazing. Here, go put these on.” She threw all sorts of under-garments at you, bras, panties, even stocking and suspenders. You held up a corset and wondered what the hell it was for, you gave her a quizzical look, “It sucks everything in, trust me. You’d look amazing anyway, but this, this is what seals the deal. Just in case you had your eye on anyone special” She winked and you turned a light shade of red. “Now, go and get dressed, you don’t have long” She hurried you into the bathroom where you proceeded to dress in the undergarments you’d been given. As you were about to leave, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror for the first time and didn’t recognise the person staring back at you.            

 Your once straight Y/H/C, lack lustre locks were now healthy curls of deep red that hung just below your shoulders, your feathery fringe stopped just above your now perfectly groomed eyebrows. A blended, soft brown shadow was sitting in the crease of your eye and an inky black flick was on your eyelid, your eyelashes were thick and wispy, you blinked, fluttering them, making you aware of your lack of them up to this point. The lashes tickled your cheek and that made you laugh, causing your attention to change from your eyes to your lips. They looked soft and plump, covered with a deep blue-red lipstick and lip liner that made your teeth look whiter than they were before. Your face had been sculpted nicely, with a shimmery highlight bringing out your cheekbones. You felt amazing in the sexy lingerie that had been picked out for you, and turned your attention to the dress that had been picked out for you. You stepped into the dress and pulled it over your hips, the black velvet hugging you like it was made for you. The deep V in the front accentuated your ample cleavage and the way material ruched across your abdomen and down made it even more flattering, as it hid anything that you were self-conscious about, but showed off your hourglass figure, that you didn’t even know you had, perfectly. The black heels with the red bottoms that you had fallen in love with fit you like a glove and made your tanned legs look positively divine. You added your accessories, added your new perfume and with a satisfied smile, you stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom. With your head held high and your shoulders back, you were finally ready to face the room full of expectant professionals.

               You felt a wave of self-confidence wash over you as you posed for them, you smiled and laughed as they cheered and wolf whistled you. A small blush appeared on your face and you thanked them all. Without them, you wouldn’t feel anything close to how you felt right now. You felt beautiful, and that was such a rare occurrence for you, that you were so very grateful to everyone who had helped you get there. As soon as Natasha and Wanda had heard the commotion, they had practically sprinted to see your ‘Transformation’ as they were calling it. They stopped dead at the door and both of their mouths were hung open, at a loss for words.

“Well, what do you think?” you raised your eyebrow, hoping for a positive review from the only other girls in the house.

“You look so good Y/N, I’ve never seen you smile so big before!” Wanda came over and hugged the living daylights out of you, “You look amazing.” She whispered into you, you smiled and returned her compliment. You looked at Nat, preparing yourself for whatever she was going to say.

“Well shit, it turns out you’re hot as fuck. Good job Nikki” she looked at you and gave you a wink and held her fist out to Nikki to bump. “Are you ready?” she looked at you and you froze, were you ready? “He’s not going to be able to take his eyes off you.” She gave you a knowing look.

“What? Who?” you played dumb, hoping that they wouldn’t press the issue any further. The rest of the team left to clean up, which let you to have your discussion alone.

“You must think we’re stupid Y/N. We’re talking about Bucky.” You opened your mouth to protest Wanda, but she raised her finger before you had the chance to say anything. “And don’t you deny it. We see how you look at him”

“He sees me as a friend” you didn’t necessarily lie, you just didn’t tell them that you wished he saw you as more than a friend. Wanda sent you a look, and you didn’t need to say anything else, she knew.

“And? What do you see him as?” Nat pressed. Boy, she really wanted to hear the words come out of your mouth.

“I mean, of course I like him, who wouldn’t? He’s gorgeous. He’s kind, and funny. He’s charming and protective. I mean I should be so lucky right?” you finally admitted it to Nat, just not to the extent that you liked him.

“Well wearing that hun, you’ll be getting very lucky, if you know what I mean” she sent you a wink and you exploded with laughter. You picked up your phone from the charger and noticed a text from Bucky.

Limos have arrived. Time to board your carriage, Cinderella.

You made sure you had everything you needed, and headed out the door.

“Y/N, you go last, so you get the grand reveal.” You rolled your eyes at Wanda, ever the romantic.

You ascended the stairs behind Nat and Wanda, and you could hear them being wolf whistled and clapped by everyone. You took a deep breath and nervously turned the corner looking out at the crowd of people. It became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone’s mouth was hanging open in a similar way to Nat and Wanda earlier. Your eyes searched the room for those familiar ocean blue orbs. When you found them, your heart started racing, and you could feel your smile widening. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo, his long hair in a slicked back style that made you want to run your fingers through it. He looked you up and down, and there was a brief flash of something that you couldn’t quite figure out in his eyes. All of a sudden, all of the men were rushing to you, reaching for your hand, fighting to help you down the stairs. All of them apart from the man who you really wanted to be there. He kept his distance, keeping his gaze on you at all times.

“Here, Y/N, let me help you.” Steve extended his hand to you, ever the gentleman.

“Hey, shove off Cap, I asked first” Sam pushed Steve’s hand away, replacing it with his own. You blushed harder, not used to all the attention you were now receiving.

“I think we all know, I was there before both of you.” You heard Tony move through the crowd and he took your hand and escorted you down the stairs. He leant into you and whispered “You look stunning Siren. Who knew right?” you slapped his arm playfully and laughed. He can be an ass, but him footing the bill for this make over made you feel very thankful to Tony, for everything he did for you tonight.

“Thank you Stark.” You looked at him, he picked your hand up, and planted a small kiss on top of it.

“Go get ‘em tiger.” He raised his eyebrow and as soon as he’d said it, he was off, talking to someone about something far beyond you level of expertise. You made your way over to Bucky, who’s stare you were painfully aware of the whole time you’d been stood in the foyer. Your eyes met his and he smiled at you and the dancing butterflies in your stomach were at it again, why did you react like this with him?

“Hey Buck. You don’t scrub up too shabby,” you mentally cursed yourself at your nervous laugh that followed.

“Neither do you, Angel.” He took you in his arms and you pulled him close, giving him a chance to feel your curves, you blamed your new found confidence at the sudden need for his attention. He didn’t complain, as he picked you up and span you around. He placed you back down and whispered into your ear, “You’re simply captivating, Doll” Your heart was hammering away so fast in your chest, you felt it could jump out at any moment. You felt your breathing hitch as he studied you, you glanced up at him, his eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“Come on Guys! I want to party!” Sam called from outside. You hadn’t even noticed the foyer empty, leaving only you and Bucky stood on the logo in the entrance hall. Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back, the small touch sending a shiver down your spine.

“You ready Doll?” his low voice made your knees weak, and you could have jumped him there and then.

“As I’ll ever be.”

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While I keep music running in the background almost every waking hour of my private and/or ear-budded life, I know close to nothing about it.  On a technical level, at least.  Something I feel very self conscious about is the fact that I never learned to read music.  I can’t play a musical instrument with particular finesse, and I struggle with memorizing chord progressions.  I’ll strum a few chords here and there, boom bap on a drum on the rare occasion I come across one that’s vacant and that for some reason I’m allowed to play.  But I have no idea how any of it works - mechanically, mathematically.  

What I trust maybe more than anything else on my body, though, are my ears.  I feel very lucky that I was born a hearing person, and that I continue living with this function - cranked up to maximum sensitivity and alertness.  I may walk around with otherwise numbed senses, but still in my pouty young adult body my ears turn out like the BFG’s trumpets and really take in the music around me.  I tune in.  I don’t know exactly what’s going on but I can FEEL it in me and it says,

“You really work.  I like you.”

I take that line with me everywhere I go as I try to build some sort of career in music production and curation.  There’s a lot of content out there,  have you noticed?  No one’s really gotta organize and monetize it, but someone’s gonna sure as hell try.  Why not me?  I think things really work, and I like them.  

A couple weeks ago while I was working at a place where people make music to throw behind commercials, I learned about a four chord progression, notationally “I–V–vi–IV,”  that basically forms the skeleton of every pop song ever.  Around the same day, I heard a completely reductive (read: stupid and infuriating) theory floating around that hip hop became popular simply because it samples already popular music, as if the work and creativity were already all taken care of and just repackaged in different gift wrap.  It reminded me of the “Christmas Candle” SNL skit, although I might just be going there because I am alone and writing this on thee Christmas.

“It’s a candle, Glade peach candle, it’s been sitting by a bike pump for a year.  She takes the candle, dusts off the candle, then wraps it up for Jen and just says, ‘here.’ ”

Surely it’s more complex than that.  And at the same time, maybe we’re all recycling the same stuff because we’re creatures of habit, innately obsessed with and attracted to pattern.  Music is math and math is beautiful and when something clicks it clicks so good and when something doesn’t click it gets phased out or sometimes lauded for its peculiarity.  Yum yum yum!

A few weeks after that work thing, I was preparing for an interview when I came across Pandora’s “music genome.”  That thing purports to have constructed the genome for song … which is a bold claim, but also convincing.  I made an account to see what else this could mean and then learned that I’m obsessed with something called the “vamping harmonic” - static chord progressions that travel through composed harmonies.  That could explain why I spent 23 hours of 2018 listening to Beach House, according to a leading music streaming competitor.  

Anyway, music is fulla patterns and everything’s derivative and generative.  So out with the old, in with the new old.  

This playlist was basically just an exercise in making that point. It’s songs and bands that remind me of other songs and bands.  At first I lined up samples and remakes.  Instead of DeBarge’s “I Like It,” I originally had “Stay With Me.”  If you’re hovering somewhere in your early flirty thirties, perhaps you also immediately recognize Ashanti in there.  

But I felt that playlist quickly grew too boring. So instead, like I just said several seconds ago, I just did the similarity thing.  I love similarity. I love patterns.  I love repeating myself.  

I wanted the whole thing to evolve seamlessly, like a gradient, but that proved to be too difficult. I earnestly think I could work on that for the rest of my life.  Too ambitious!  Instead, I organized songs in pairings, the first of each pair predating the second.  

Nelly’s “Ride Wit Me” actually samples lyrics from DeBarge. But Nelly says he likes the way someone “brushes” their hair, rather than “combs” it.  Interesting!

Is that why my ears told me there was a connection at first listen?   Or was it because there’s something there musically, mathematically, that can’t be put into words?  At least not without getting into technicalities.  

I don’t know, but I think it’s fun.