#Don't worry. Whoever was on stage is PERFECTLY fine

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[keicordelle]

Idolish7 sexuality headcanons because my head is full of cotton balls and anime boys today

Iori is quietly gay. Mostly closeted but not really trying to hide it, he just doesn't really want to talk about it. Secretly crushing on Riku, but has convinced himself it's just teenage infatuation. (A conviction that helps in no way whenever Riku does something cute or asks him for help)

Yamato is straight but open-minded. Get him drunk enough and he's ready to kiss whoever's at hand. Would be willing to swing the other way for the right person, but so far isn't really interested in anyone at all.

Mitsuki, my ace star! My boy has got no interest in sex whatsoever. He makes a great wingman though, always happy to tag along and talk up his friends. Iori comes to him for advice sometimes, and he always has the best responses to give him. Not aro tho, he wants to find someone(s) to settle down with someday who'll have just as much love to give him as he does them.

Tamaki : this boy is gay and doesn't even know what the closet is. Has never had any compunction about it, no worries, no revelation or coming out, he just is who he is. It's no big deal to him, and he's super perplexed as to why it matters to some.

Sogo spent the first 20 years of his so far in the closet that he's still not comfortable with himself. Only comes out as gay after he joins Idolish7 where he's surrounded by supportive friends. Is slowly starting to accept himself -- Tamaki is a hugely helpful influence with that.

Nagi is the most queer-friendly straight man in existence. An honorary queer. Very much a ladies man but frequently jokes(?) about how it's a shame that he deprives an entire half of the population of his charm. Very staunch trans ally and will hit on trans women just as readily as cis

Riku... I don't think even he knows what's going on inside his head. Had a gay awakening during puberty and straight up forgot about it. An oblivious gay, much to Iori's eternal despair. (Actually Iori's probably fine with it because it means Riku's less likely to notice his crush)

Gaku is bi but fem-leaning. But he's so head over heels for Tsumugi that it hardly even matters. He's Tsumugi-sexual now. Was never really into casual relationships anyway, and really rather hates that people think he's that type.

Tenn has known he's gay since he was very young and is really kind of resentful every time he's required to play up the sexy straight boy act. He's polite to the women he's paired up with of course, but he definitely bitches about it behind closed doors.

Ryu, aroace king. Please free him from the role of sexyman he just wants to go fishing and chill with his friends. He's running out of ways to politely turn people down. Gaku and Tenn come to his rescue whenever they're around, it's practically a routine now.

Momo came to terms with being gay some time ago now. Was a bit conflicted about it in high school, but being gay as an idol is a lot easier then being gay as a soccer player, especially with his partner up on stage with him.

Yuki is the most extremely pansexual man on the face of the planet. Attracted to anyone and everyone, but the attraction feels different from one gender to another. Has had way more casual relationships with women, but both people he's fallen in love with have been men. Maybe fem-leaning sexually and masc-leaning romantically. Or maybe it's just coincidence.

Haruka is a baby gay and still a little awkward about it. Still experimenting, and may or may not land on the gay label. Looks up to Minami for guidance and advice. Could stand to learn a thing or two from Tamaki, but whether or not he will...

Toma is a bisexual disaster. Everyone is pretty and he doesn't really know what to do about that. Thankfully he's got more important things to worry about so he just doesn't really think about it more than he has to.

Minami is cool, calm, collected, and fairly openly gay. Is perfectly content to take on the interest of their male fans. Knows what he wants and is entirely willing to go after it.

Torao : aggressively straight. Maybe a little homophobic about it. Definitely makes Haruka a little nervous. Minami just doesn't care. Will probably lighten up eventually, but things are a bit tense at first.

[cloudinterlude]

I was wondering - when do you think Tony really started seeing Steve as a real person rather than as Captain America? I don't think he's there yet by the end of Avengers 1, but he definitely is by Endgame.

Part of me thinks it isn't until the Siberia scene in CW when Steve finally does something completely incomparable with Tony's idea of Captain America, but I'm not sure. It could be earlier. Thoughts?

TONY QUESTION!!!!!!! I love Tony questions. Thank you for the ask! <3

Now this is something that I have actually thought about because it's so, so interesting to me, and it makes everything make sense when looking how he treats Steve in those early stages. I actually have a google doc sitting somewhere with my ramblings about this. If I find it, I'll link it.

As for your opinion? We're on the exact same wavelength. I am a firm believer that Tony seeing beyond Captain America did not happen any time before CW. I'm so serious. If I was forced at gunpoint (a bazooka at least) to budge a little, maybe sometime between AOU and CW, but 100% not any sooner. And definitely not by the end of AV1 - that little handshake at the end was more of an acknowledgement of respect rather than a "Wow, Steve Rogers is an actual person and not just an irrelevant piece of the Captain America boogeyman I've built in my head all these years!". In fact, I'll say that Tony's immediate and unwarranted hostility towards Steve in AV1 is a direct consequence of Tony not seeing him as an actual person. I know you know this, but I'm just saying it again for whoever else may be reading.

And it makes sense for it to be a process, yeah? I mean, even when Tony has the realization that Steve is human, he then has to learn how to understand him. I actually think that seeing Steve as Cap rather than as Steve makes Tony a lot more comfortable, too. If he's just Captain America, then why would he care about Tony's obvious hatred of him (and it's funny because Tony intentionally pushes Steve's buttons to get a reaction but probably equally hates and loves whatever reaction he gets). If he's just Captain America then of course he would be so unbreakable, so resilient, so unwaveringly uptight and good and heroic. If he was just Steve, then that would be kind of daunting for someone like Tony, I think. God forbid Tony thinks, "Oh God, Howard wasn't exaggerating." Because that just adds another layer of insecurity/shame. To think Tony wasn't being compared to (in his eyes) this unreachable, larger than life legend - no, he was being compared to some random guy that truly embodies everything good.

Anyways, another reason why I'm pretty positive this didn't happen until at least after AOU is because of something Tony says to Steve in that movie. After they all have their nightmares, Tony says something like, "It didn't seem to affect you". Now, this is Tony both pushing for a reaction and actually seeing Steve as some stone wall that bad things just bounce off of. Tony feels unsteady, panicked and unbelievably worried and he looks at Steve and to him, Steve looks fine. Perfectly fine. Partially because Steve isn't letting his pain come through and partially because well, Steve's not new to this he's true to this lol. His nightmare is actually just his life. Tony isn't really seeing that though...or rather, doesn't know how to see pass Steve's facade in order to see it. He can't read him, he doesn't understand him, so he's taking Steve's reaction at face value. Which well, I'm not gonna blame him for, but it sure is interesting to think about...I love it so much. I love Tony so much, GOD.

Even after CW, I think among all the anger, grief, and guilt Tony sat with, it might have taken a while to untangle Steve. He's almost forced to sit down and really think about Steve, his motivations, his life, ect...I'd do just about anything to see it play out. Everything in CW, especially the Siberia fight, pushes Tony to make sense of Steve and his choices in order to figure out how everything went so wrong so fast. It's the only way he's gonna reach any kind of acceptance.

Endgame Tony is so special to me especially because of this exact reason btw. Like, thinking about how much introspection he may have done about his entire relationship with Steve and finally being at ease with Steve in EG....It means the world to me, actually. I love Tony so much. This put me right in my Tony feels, I'm so serious. THAT'S MY MAN, MY MAN, MY MAN!!!

So yeah! I don't think I can say anymore without rambling and going on 1,001 tangents lol <3

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Sleep well 😴

Hmmm as a prompt (of my own creation haha)

Peter x Lucian

Peter doing his show, with some rare audience participation and dragging lucian on stage for a bit of flirting or even smooching.

This may be a little shit, but feel free to do whatever you want to do with this… I won’t be disappointed whatever you do.

I don't think it's shit, I think it's interesting!

On with the fic!

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Sometimes Peter's PR team liked to host these shows where audience participation was needed for the show. These could either go pretty well with whoever got chosen actually did what they were told to do, or they could go badly and things went to shit. Or, in one case, Peter having to take a trip to the hospital because a guest struck him with a prop and knocked him off stage.

He never did find out what happened with that guest, but his people were able to take care of things. He didn't bother to ask what that meant.

Tonight was a night for participation, it often drew in more customers. The chosen seat was randomized, and if no one sat in it, there were backups.

This was also one of those rare nights where Lucian came to see the show, curious to see how different the show was when an audience member was brought on stage. Peter nearly prayed that he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of Lucian tonight.

He was backstage, getting ready for when his grand appearance would happen, when he heard the sounds of the vampires out on stage. Some of them were talking among themselves, about looking for the perfect victim tonight. The usual actress who played the victim always loved these nights because she got to be a vampire for once, so he heard her happily exclaim it was time to hunt.

There was sounds of the vampires rushing the audience, the people happily getting involved with fake surprise and horror, until the lead actress, the head vampire, announced she found the perfect victim.

Peter made his way to the lower stage, getting on his platform to make his grand appearance by being lifted upwards to the stage through a trap door. He wondered who got chosen tonight, the last seat had, ironically, been for a birthday-celebrating kid, so that was pretty cool.

However, when Peter finally got up onto the stage, about to make his big, grand speech, the words died in this throat when he noticed who was 'strapped' to the bed.

Of fucking course it was his luck that Lucian would sit in the random seat.

Lucian looked perfectly fine playing the victim, in fact, he looked quite amused. Peter cleared his throat and decided it might be time for a little improvisation.

"Wrenches of the night!" He called out, hoping his voice didn't crack. "How dare you decide to try to make a feast of my fellow hunter, Blaiddda!"

He totally ignored the look Lucian shot his way at the joke name. "Unforgivable! For he is one of the best hunters in the land, blessed by the moon herself to take down your kind!"

The actresses looked a little confused, but then excited, they were good at their jobs, they loved mixing it up. "He was an easy catch, hunter Vincent! Distracted at just the right moment for us to strike!"

"It shall not happen again!"

"No, because he will bleed tonight, as will you!" Called the head vampire.

And their 'battle' started. All flashing lights and fog, fire and fake blood splatter. Lucian watched them from where he was still tied down to the set, seeming to be enjoying this way more than Peter liked. Clearly he was getting a kick out of the show more than he normally did.

Soon, Peter slayed the last of the vampires, who winked at him when she dropped onto the foggy stage. Cheek.

He hurried up to the bed where Lucian was, speaking into the mic on his jacket. "Blaiddda, have they harmed you?" He asked, trying not to smile, he had to pretend to be worried.

"No, I'm fine, you know I heal quite well from injury, my dear hunter." Lucian replied and Peter wanted to hide his face, fuck, that sounded weirdly romantic.

"Let me take you away from here, check for wounds, you never know what those crafty beasts can do when not looking."

"Ah? Are you that worried, or is this more of an excuse to get me out of my clothes?" Lucian smirked, the audience laughed, and Peter stuttered out nonsense.

"Y-you must have hit your head, let me, uh, take care of it."

"Whatever my hero desires."

"Jesus fuck, Lucian." He whispered and Lucian looked way too amused about this.

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This is what you get for the wolf joke, Peter.

[castlebyersafterdark]

“They think he's had hundreds of crushes on all of his friends and co stars but like...that's not how real life works? Or is it?”

I’m saying that’s true or isn’t true for Finn, but isn’t that literally how life works for lots of people? I’ve had crushes on so many of my friends and just random guys and girls I’ve seen once. that doesn’t even mean I would actually date them, but isn’t having a lot of different crushes pretty normal?

Now I understand not everyone experiences attraction like that, so for many a crush is a rare and specific occurrence. But lots of people def do. I think people have the ability to find lots of people interesting and attractive, and I do think Finn has had chemistry with lots of different people. But personally I’ve only really actively shipped him with Jack and Noah.

Yeah, that's entirely how I am, too. And for folks who don't experience attraction like that, maybe it's hard to understand and they're totally valid!!! So as a two way street, maybe it's tough to put yourself in a the shoes of a different mindset. I can't really imagine perfectly what it's like to not get crushes, or just not feel attracted to someone, however fleeting, outside of a serious relationship. And then for others doing this the opposite way it seems so foreign and they don't get it either. Interesting perspectives.

I'm in a committed relationship of almost three years, but you can check out at the grocery and the clerk is super cute and you totally crush on them for all of thirty seconds and then you leave and it's all totally fine. It didn't mean anything, that's just a healthy brain appreciating human connection and looks. You can be flirty with your friends and maybe that means nothing, maybe it does mean something.

I don't know all too much about Jack, like I know who he is from IT and Shazam but I wasn't really in the part of the fandom that really focused on the cast too much, I just liked the stupid videos they'd all make sometimes. So I don't remember them being flirty because I wasn't looking for it so maybe it was there!! Kids flirt with each other, teenagers are goofy and it's such a formative time for each other, if both of these boys had some sort of underlying attraction to boys maybe fans are super valid in picking up vibes, I don't know! And the same now with him and Noah! I just don't see the big deal in joking or speculating on his little moments with random whoevers, because if the worry is whether or not that makes his current potential with Noah to be threatened, well - different life stages. If he's into guys and he's around a bunch of guy friends, I'm sure there are moments that can be read into. And if he's not, then, well. Literally none of it means nothing and it doesn't matter. The viewer just read or didn't read what they wanted from some random video clip with personal perspective at the time.

We don't know anything. None of it can be real or some of it, but it's all just gossip and how you want to spin it until any item of interest is confirmed by literal word of mouth. Don't take it too seriously! It's not supposed to be too hard on the heart and brain ❤️

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

You've probably been asked this question before, but...how do you deal with self-doubt/impostor syndrome as a creator? I'm no artist, but I channel my creative energy into being a writer, and I have a ton of ideas that I want to explore in my writing, but I fear that if I don't utilize those ideas to their absolute fullest, I'd be letting down hundreds of people who like to read my work. Do you have any advice? I'd love to hear it. P.S. I love your WD!Steven comic.

OH! Ha, yes, imposter syndrome. Let’s... let’s talk about that. 

For those that don’t know, imposter syndrome is the phenomenon many creative people go through where they doubt their own abilities. Especially if a creator has gotten a lot of attention for their work, they begin to succumb to the pressure of being “good enough” to have “deserved” their audience. 

To put it simply, you feel like you’re an imposter that has somehow fooled people into believing they’re in for a ‘good’ story, and you will inevitably disappoint everyone when they figure out you’re not as ‘awesome’ or as ‘talented’ as they’ve been led to believe. 

It is self-doubt in its purest form, it is the fear of doing well and the fear of doing poorly all rolled into one bitter, stress-inducing onigiri. 

Let’s discuss self-doubt. I’m going to describe 3 things specifically to keep in mind for this. 

1) The Horizon Goalpost

You may have already read this in my other post about unrealistic goals. 

Basically this boils down to: Don’t set unrealistic goals. 

Utilizing Your Ideas To The Fullest is a wholly unrealistic goal to have, to be honest. No single idea can ever be ‘fully’ utilized because the concept will be different for everyone. Everyone will have a different idea of what the perfect, plot will look like. People literally argue about how shows ‘should’ have ended all day and all night. 

Saying ‘I need to write this story perfectly otherwise it’s garbage!’ is the same as looking at the sun on the horizon and treating it like a finish line.

We know the sun isn’t AT the horizon, and it is impossible to arrive at the horizon in the first place because it only exists as the limit of our vision... your story is like that. You do have limits on how much potential you can see. But that doesn’t mean your goal should be to catch up to it. Take it one step at a time. Many people don’t even START their story, let alone finish it. Set achievable goals. 

2) The Man Behind The Curtain

The second fallacy of self-doubt is the idea that anyone is at all competent. 

It’s false. No one knows what the fuck they’re doing - you included. That’s just how the world is.

Look, I’ll give you an example. Maybe when you were little you would go to your local grocery store and think ‘wow, everything is organized and works so well! The cashiers do their thing, the self-check-out is working... everything is running like a well-oiled machine!’ 

Then you grow up, work in retail and realize that everything except the storefront is held together with chewing gum and cello-tape. No one is ever 100% adequate, at least one person is having a mental breakdown every day, and everything is five minutes away from collapsing like a house of cards - all the while customers are none the wiser. 

This holds true for practically EVERYONE and EVERYTHING.

Sure, we may our good days where we function relatively well. But this is not a held constant and on average, most of us are struggling to maintain the illusion of Everything Is Fine while simultaneously worrying that we’re the only ones that do this. 

On average, we are all incompetent. The people that succeeded are not always better - sometimes they were just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. For many of them, that moment happened when they were born to wealthy parents. For some, it was just about utilizing their 6 degrees of separation right. 

The truth is, there are THOUSANDS of people who COULD have been Beyonce, or JK Rowling, or whoever. The popular are not inherently more talented. They just happened to have the spotlight on them. 

3) Schrodinger’s Fanbase

The third thing to keep in mind when you write, or draw, or compose, or CREATE - is that your audience is not a set auditorium of people. 

And statistically, the beginning of your story is always going to be the point at which you have the largest number of potential fans. 

When you START your story, you only have to worry about satisfying people about the premise. You get them hooked and they’re more or less appeased - because the rest of the story is in their expectations. It’s in their head, and they will make up whatever they need to keep them happy. At that point, your story is still 90% their story (or whatever they think your story will be). 

The further you go into your story, the more you will narrow down your fanbase. People who expected it to take a different turn in chapter 2 will drop off. Then people who wanted something specific to happen in chapter 3 (but it didn’t) will also leave. 

And you know what? THAT’S FINE. That’s the normal way stories go. You cannot appease everyone at the same time - you will always have people who will be dissatisfied with the way you decided to do things. 

The important bit is - that doesn’t mean you are a worse writer. It just means that your fanbase organically shifts and expands as necessary. Your story will speak to different people at different stages. Let them enjoy it or not enjoy it. You cannot force someone to like something - but you CAN form connections to those people that do like it! 

In other words - let the fanbase exist as its own separate ecosystem, and don’t depend on it. It will morph and evolve as you write, and you and your fans will find each other and drift away as necessary. 

I also encourage other people - fans specifically - to allow consider this approach! 

I know we all love to kvetch, and yeah, it’s good sometimes to let off steam... But I don’t think hyperfocusing on something you dislike is healthy. If a story doesn’t satisfy you, don’t waste time forming an anti-fandom for it. Don’t fuel more effort and time into something that makes you unhappy. Just... go find something that you DO enjoy! Give THAT your time and attention!

Anyway, that’s just the way I think about it. Maybe it’s because I’ve been around long enough to know that pretty much every author and artist suffers from self-doubt and it’d be silly to hold myself to unrealistic standards that no one else is able to meet?

Hope that helps!

[hellcatrising]

Hi! I wanted to submit my info for a Bleach matchup

Personality: INTJ 3w4. I tend to act very arrogant and cocky as a defense mechanism. I don't like being vulnerable with people because it's not their job to worry about my problems. I come across very calm and collected and people rely on me for advice but can't let myself depend on anyone. I'm really analytical and am good at finding loopholes and working around problems under pressure. I'm not good with emotional support and can come across a little cold because of that. Under everything I think I'm very kind but feel like I burden people with my presence a lot of times. I'm a very eye for an eye perso and the way I treat people entirely depends on how they treat me. I'm not that expressive (outwardly at least because I'm actually really emotional I just hide it well) and have a hard time relaxing or enjoying things because I've been conditioned to always consider how it will look on mine and my family's reputation. I'm a perfectionist and hold myself to very high standards. I look intimidating but I'm actually just socially awkward and suck at small talk (because it seems kind of pointless to me). I also have a short temper but there's only certain specific people that can get me to actually lose my patience and explode. I don't cry or break down in front of people and people usually think I'm perfectly fine. I constantly chase perfection for myself and try to be the most idealized version of myself. I tend to act completely different in different situations because I know what personality is going to get me the best results and praise. It's exhausting but I'd be worse off if I didn't hold myself to these standards. In order for me to like or fall in love with someone I first have to actually have a certain level of respect for them which must be earned. In the “get to know" stage I subtly test the person a lot to see how they react or respond to certain things. It's like a test they don't know his happening but that will determine if our relationship is gonna go further. My love language is giving gifts but I'm not sure what my love language to receive is. Some negative traits are I try to handle everything alone, I have a big ego, and and I can be kind of mean. If I’m really invested in a competition all bets are off and I will literally do whatever I have to do to win because I believe things don’t just happen within the bounds of the rules. If I’m smart enough to bend the situation in my favor it’s fair game. Whoever I’m with is just gonna have to be able to handle that tho because even though they’re objectively negative traits, the only thing I see as negative is things that make me feel weak. I know my limits but under no circumstances can I appear weak. Since I was raised to value strength the most (if you’re strong you deserve to exist -my dad LMAO) that feels like the worst possible thing that can happen to me. I have to be the smartest and strongest person in the room always. I’d rather be hated than be weak. Whoever I end up with will also have to be very emotionally intelligent and persistent because I have a habit of pushing people away especially if I like them so it’s gonna take some work to get me to not be so prickly and guarded anymore. I kind of have a guilty until proven attitude when it comes to live so I always assume the worst and don’t trust people.

Hobbies/Likes: I love fashion and I've been a model since I was 14, I used to do pageants as a kid, I make my own music and music is probably the thing I love the most. It's really what I use to process the world so music is definitely the way to my heart. I can't play any instruments but I can sing and do digital music production. (I've always wanted to be in a rock band) I'm a good artist but I don't like doing it on a deadline (I took an AP art class back in high school and didn't draw for 2 years after it cuz I hated being forced to draw. It's like when something you like becomes a chore) I've gotten back into drawing recently tho. I've also been doing martial arts since I was 7 + fencing. I'm good at chess and poker and made money from playing/betting on games when I was younger. I also love reading.

Dislikes: Misogyny (when people especially men undermine my intelligence and experience and end up making a mistake I warned them about only to listen when another man repeats the same thing l've been saying since the beginning), big egos with nothing to back it up, people who can't keep up with me (I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone whose hand I have to hold all the time. They need to be on the same level/wavelength as me and not drag me down), being a coward and not standing up for your own beliefs/motives, people that are way too nice (whoever I end up with has to have a mean streak because it shows they are able to take action when needed), being self absorbed and not considering the consequences of your actions. People who have a moral superiority complex that think they're better than me for not wanting to break rules to get what they want. People who can't take responsibility for what they do (Everything I do is on purpose so even if it's a bad thing I'll admit to it because whatever happens as a result is no one's problem but my own). Although I will say there's sometimes an exception to these things depending on the person and situation.

Alright I’m sorry this took me a while to get to.... I struggled with this one. I went back and forth on it so just hear me out ok.... I’m actually a tiny bit jealous that I matched you with Byakuya  JUST HEAR ME OUT ok.........

It did NOT work out at first. I can see you HATING his guts at first because the two of you are very similar... In good ways and bad ways...But if you don’t know him, he’s literally everything you hate until you understand him a bit better. Neither of you really cared for each other’s company. He didn’t really mind being around you, but his coldness and the whole superiority thing he’s got going on.... Yeah, didn’t work. But social situations eventually forced the two of you to interact. Because you’re so much alike, other people have a similar way of avoiding the two of you - because both of you seem like you would be intimidating.  Not in a bad way, just in a way that demands respect. So this meant a lot of awkward moments together....alone. Byakuya couldn’t deny that he’d seen similar qualities in you that he had in himself after a while of working with you and once he slowly let down his walls and showed you what was inside and what his true intentions were, things started to take off. Talk about a SLOW BURN though. He’s pretty cut and dry and to the point so he could see through the tests you put out really quick and he addressed it fairly quickly. This forwardness could be taken either way, but from reading what you’ve written, I don’t think you would be taking it the wrong way? Byakuya appreciates the fact that you have a more mature way of going about things and he can certainly appreciate someone who holds themselves to a high standard, just don’t over do it to the point of exhaustion. He will make sure you get proper rest. He also appreciates your interests, music isn’t something he does, but he enjoys yours and he certainly enjoys your art. He likes to sit and do his calligraphy while you draw, this is quality time and it’s most certainly one of his love languages. He’s built up some pretty strong walls so every now and then he catches himself, being too distant or not communicating very well, and when he does catch himself he is quick to apologize to you.

[existingispetty]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Tokyo revengers and haikyuu matchup? Thank you🖤🖤

She/her

Male preference

Gemini Sun scorpio moon Virgo rising

Personality: INTJ 3w4. I tend to act very arrogant and cocky as a defense mechanism. I don't like being vulnerable with people because it's not their job to worry about my problems. I come across very calm and collected and people rely on me for advice but can't let myself depend on anyone. I'm really analytical and am good at finding loopholes and working around problems under pressure. I'm not good with emotional support and can come across a little cold because of that. Under everything I think I'm very kind but feel like I burden people with my presence a lot of times. I'm a very eye for an eye perso and the way I treat people entirely depends on how they treat me. I'm not that expressive (outwardly at least because I'm actually really emotional I just hide it well) and have a hard time relaxing or enjoying things because I've been conditioned to always consider how it will look on mine and my family's reputation. I'm a perfectionist and hold myself to very high standards. I look intimidating but I'm actually just socially awkward and suck at small talk (because it seems kind of pointless to me). I also have a short temper but there's only certain specific people that can get me to actually lose my patience and explode. I don't cry or break down in front of people and people usually think I'm perfectly fine. I constantly chase perfection for myself and try to be the most idealized version of myself. I tend to act completely different in different situations because I know what personality is going to get me the best results and praise. It's exhausting but I'd be worse off if I didn't hold myself to these standards. In order for me to like or fall in love with someone I first have to actually have a certain level of respect for them which must be earned. In the “get to know" stage I subtly test the person a lot to see how they react or respond to certain things. It's like a test they don't know is happening but that will determine if our relationship is gonna go further. My love language is giving gifts but I'm not sure what my love language to receive is.

Hobbies/Likes: I love fashion and I've been a model since I was 14, I used to do pageants as a kid. I’ve also designed some of my own stuff and had a fashion show but I realized I was more into music than being a designer. I make my own music and music is probably the thing I love the most. It's really what I use to process the world so music is definitely the way to my heart. I can't play any instruments but I can sing and do digital music production. (I've always wanted to be in a rock band). I'm a good artist but I don't like doing it on a deadline (I took an AP art class back in high school and didn't draw for 2 years after it cuz I hated being forced to draw. It's like when something you like becomes a chore). I've gotten back into drawing recently tho. I've also been doing martial arts since I was 7 + fencing. I'm good at chess and poker and made money from playing/betting on games when I was younger. I also love reading and I’m a good writer.

Dislikes: Misogyny (when people especially men undermine my intelligence and experience and end up making a mistake I warned them about only to listen when another man repeats the same thing l've been saying since the beginning), big egos with nothing to back it up, people who can't keep up with me (I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone whose hand I have to hold all the time. They need to be on the same level/wavelength as me and not drag me down), being a coward and not standing up for your own beliefs/motives, people that are way too nice (whoever I end up with has to have a mean streak because it shows they are able to take action when needed), being self absorbed and not considering the consequences of your actions. People who have a moral superiority complex that think they're better than me for not wanting to break rules to get what they want. People who can't take responsibility for what they do (Everything I do is on purpose so even if it's a bad thing I'll admit to it because whatever happens as a result is no one's problem but my own). Although I will say there's sometimes an exception to these things depending on the person and situation. Personality wise I do not get along with ESFPS and INTPS. In my experience I find ESFPS too self absorbed and frankly just loud and annoying and INTPS seem so fearful no matter how much adobe I try to give they never take action. It's disappointing. A lot of INTPS I know also have that moral superiority complex that I mentioned.

Hello! Thank you very much for the ask but, I would like to mention that you already requested for a Tokyo Revengers matchup! Therefore I did haikyuu and not Tokyo Revengers. I do hope you enjoy it and have a good day/night!

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Your matchup is…(insert anti-climactic drum roll*)

Toru Oikawa

Both you and him have quite the similar morals and reasoning. Oikawa is very insecure about all his faults yet, he hides it underneath this confident mask. Oikawa isn’t big on people seeing the true him so he hates spilling emotions to others. Oikawa would be shock and very unhelpful if you were to spill out your troubles to him. I wouldn’t expect Oikawa to ask you for advice much to the the podium he has placed himself on. Oikawa may not praise rivals much but, those that are close to him get praised quite well actually.Oikawa is almost too expensive at times but he is constantly around those that don’t express emotions in the most normal of ways. Oikawa does constantly charm people around him both through smarts and looks.  High standards? Oikawa can most definitely relate. Oikawa is especially good at interacting with those that struggle to make conversation since he talk so much. Oikawa would defiantly notice you have a short temper therefore he would definitely be more well behaved around you. Oikawa is always worried for your well being but he always disregards his own when worrying over you. Oikawa is very patient when he actually finds someone that catches his eye. Oikawa may receive plenty of gifts from Fangirl but your gifts mean so much more to him.  

Oikawa models from time to time due to his volleyball steer.  Oikawa may be a little critical but he still loves to listen and give some of his opinion of his music. Oikawa can play many instruments found in an orchestra but he can also play a bit of drums and guitar. Oikawa loves to make very petty bets with any person that will agree. Oikawa has learned through experience that woman are just as  capable as men. Oikawas ego is very limited to people that doubt him and his abilities. Oikawa does sound like a pretty terrible guy on paper but once you get closer to him the ego talk and bragging goes down by a whole 99%.

[fullyellowsun]

Subtle | 2

Competition?:

I do not own the gif, credit to the owner.

This is my first series so please cut me some slack but also I welcome constructive criticisms! This is in Korean so for those of you who can read Korean and English, go ahead! I will post a full English version link to the Wattpad story in the masterlist!

Pairing: baekhyun x reader

Genre: kpop group collaboration!AU

Word Count: 978 words

Description: Kai, er... well Sehun dropped the bomb that Kai likes Dayeon and for some reason, that irks Baekhyun. Does he have competition?

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The next day, I did my schedule without really thinking about anything except for what I was supposed to do. I arrive at our practice room at 8 and when everyone gets there, we go to BUBBLEGUM's practice room. When we were almost there, I could hear them joking around and Bora trying to get them to focus. Then I hear someone singing "Candy", my song. It sounded great and honestly, way better than me. Whoever it was added a twist to it and their own style and it became so much more lighter (if that's even possible) and more free I guess. We enter the room and everyone is laid across the room working on different things. The person singing "Candy" was Dayeon. Her voice was angelic and sounded like it was sent from heaven.

"와, 다연아, was that you singing Candy?" Kai says amazed. Sehun gives us a knowing look obviously teasing him.

"Uh, yeah, was it okay? I think I was off-key for a few seconds and I can't seem to reach that high note." She said completely serious.

"It was... 대박, 진짜 대박이다. It was amazing. You and 백현 형 should do a duet. That would be angelic!"

"백현 오빠, 어때? Was it okay?" She turns to me.

"Uhmm... well, you were off-key a bit but I think the feel you have makes it seem like it was supposed to be there and the high note was fine, I think you transitioned into it pretty smoothly but maybe you should've done a little run or something. It would go really well with how you were singing it. The feeling is obviously different but it'd nice that you're adding your style."

"고마워, I was kinda worried I was not doing good."

"와, 역시, when it comes to singing, Baekhyun the nerd emerges." Chanyeol says teasing my explanation.

"Dork? Nerd? I thought it was kinda cute." She smiles at me reassuringly.

"다연아, stop flirting and lets practice." Bora says. We get in our positions and practice as if we were on stage but I couldn't stop thinking about that small interaction. Flirting? Cute? Why are these things making me feel so good? I hear it all the time, why is it different? After we practice, we talk more about the details of the performance.

"다연 needs a partner for the solo part. All of you guys are pretty good dancers so-"

"Kai should do it! He's the main dancer after all and is used to it and his image fits perfectly with the dance." Sehun interrupts Bora. He looks over at Kai. They have a conversation with their eyes.

"좋아, 카이야, 다연아, go show us the solo. You guys all learned, I just want to see if it'll work out." Dayeon and Kai go to their places and start dancing. Everyone cheered after the finished the duet.

"오... 잘하시구나." Yoona says. "역시 카이 is best fit for this position."

"Dayeon, if it's okay with you, I think Kai should be your partner for the duet. 아, 맞다, 백현아, you also need to have a partner, right?" Bora says.

"Why don't Dayeon and Baekhyun just do the dance together? It's a duet that they're both doing after all." Suah suggests.

"Well, I think Kai did a good job and we should dance separately to get a break you know?"

"Just try it." Bora says firmly. Kai and I switch places and the music starts again. After our short performance, everyone claps.

"와, who knew Baekhyun 오빠 could dance that well. The chemistry... 최고다!" Yoona gives us a thumbs-up.

"Yeah I think we should just Baekhyun do it. That's okay with both of you, right?" Bora asks. I look over at Kai.

"Yeah, that's fine." Dayeon says. "그죠 오빠?"

"Uh... 모, 그래, 할께." I nod slowly. I feel good that I got the spot but I look over at Kai and see the disappointment in his eyes. "미안해 종인아, she already agreed and I-"

" 형, I don't even like her anyways." He said obviously hurt. The next few days, Kai avoided me and every time we had to do something together, he would glare at me and then look sad. The other's would try their best to help us make up but Kai would stay firm in his decision to avoid me.

"종인아, just talk to Baekhyun." D.O. says pushing him towards me.

"싫어! 형 그만해!" He uses his feet to stop getting pushed. He turns back around and leaves.

"It's fine 경수야, he can talk to me when he wants. I feel really bad but I'm doing this for the team... strictly business." I say.

"Really? Cuz that dance did not look like strictly business." He laughs then walks away. He leaves me confused but also kind of happy. Why did that make me happy? I slap myself. We have to keep to the bro code. Don't steal your friend... brother's crush.

"백현아, can you get the girls? We changed the choreo a bit so that everyone can dance in the duet part." Sehun says.

"알았어." I drag my feet out the door and to their practice room. I look through the tiny window in the door to make sure they weren't in the middle of something but something caught my eye. They were listening... no, watching our song! Our "The Eve" performance! Why would they watch that? I was about to find out.

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[nosecrinklewrites]

Human Disaster Kylo

part 1 – part 2 – part 3 – part 4 – part 5

Kylo woke up slowly. The light in his apartment was always bright in the morning. He groaned quietly and stretched his limbs until they were hanging off the sides of his bed.

Kylo didn't have a lot of days off. He wasn't supposed to, but he usually worked six days a week, always covering for whoever needed him to take their shift. Being alone wasn't something Kylo was good at.

Despite being awake, Kylo stayed in his bed for as long as he could. Phone cradled in his hands, he cycled through his social media apps, not leaving the bed before his bladder started to ache. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he hissed at the cold carpet under his toes.

Kylo's apartment was small. The distance from bed to bathroom was only a few steps. After relieving himself, he pulled his fringe into a small tail at the top of his head.

Kylo climbed back into bed and dug around his bedding, looking for the book he left there a few days before. Concentrating enough to read a book wasn't something Kylo had been able to do in a long, long time; but it didn't mean he didn't try.

He pulled out his copy of Jurassic Park from underneath a pillow. He'd read it a million times as a kid. The once sharp paperback corners were worn round and soft from all of the bags Kylo had kept it in over the years. In the end, he just flipped through the pages, ball of frustration settling in his gut.

Kylo's phone pinged from its spot on the floor, where it was charging. It was a text from his dad. They didn't see each other as much as they used to, but Han always made an effort to check up on him regularly.

Kylo was still in the process of composing a text that conveyed that he was okay, but without lying too much, when the phone started ringing.

The display said Sir.

Kylo panicked for a long moment, not breathing, not moving, eyes locked on the display. With a thumb that trembled more than he'd like to admit, Kylo swiped across the screen and held it to his ear.

”Hello?” his voice made an awful croaking sound.

”Kylo? You alright?”

Kylo cleared his throat and closed his eyes tightly, swallowing down his panic. ”Yeah, just– Haven't spoken yet.”

Hux was quiet for a moment before asking, ”Am I disturbing you?”

”No, no, you're fine,” Kylo's voice still sounded off, and about an octave deeper than normal. ”Do you need anything?”

”Oh, good. I'm calling about the lecture. My lecture. That is if you'd still like to come?”

Oh. Kylo opened his eyes. Hux sounded … uncertain?

”I– I'm actually pretty excited about it.”

Hux was quiet again. ”Oh.” He cleared his throat. ”Well that's– Okay. It's on Thursday. Starts around 4. I'll be there around 3:30. They made me make a powerpoint presentation,” Hux huffed in clear anoyance. ”And we have to make sure it works.”

”You don't use powerpoints?” Kylo smiled a little.

”God, no. I'm not an amateur! They didn't need powerpoints in the eleventh century, why would we need them now?”

Kylo frowned. ”I … I think you have to walk me through that.”

Hux laughed.

”The first universities were founded in the eleventh century.”

”Oh. Cool.”

For fucksake, Kylo.

”I mean– That's– That's a long time? Is that the middle ages?”

”It is.” Kylo could hear the fondness in Hux's voice. ”Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you had enough time to make arrangements, in case you were working that day. I can text you the directions to the lecture hall, if you'd like? You said you haven't been on campus before?”

”I haven't.”

”I'll make sure you can find it. If you show up a bit early, I can even direct you to the best seat in person.”

Kylo blushed, not entirely sure why.

”Anyway, don't let me disturb you any longer, I'm sure you have things to do.”

”I really don't,” Kylo said. He looked at the general state of his apartment. It wasn't great, but it had been worse. A lot worse.

”Oh, well, regardless – I should let you go. I have a class soon and showing up late sets a bad example. I'll see you on Thursday?”

Kylo nodded. ”You will. I'll see you too.”

”Have a good day, Kylo,” Hux laughed softly.

”You too, sir.”

When the call disconnected, Kylo threw his phone to the other end of the bed and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. ”Fuck,” he groaned.

Kylo dug the phone back out of the sheets and pulled up the text to his dad. He deleted what he'd typed and called him instead, pulling his covers up over his head.

”Hey, kid.”

”Hey, dad.”

–

Kylo had had to stop by his dad's house to pick up a dress shirt. Getting the shirt back to his apartment on his bicycle had been a challenge. It was wrinkled to hell, and had been hanging in his bathroom for two days, while he tried to get the wrinkles out with the steam from the shower.

Wearing nice clothes wasn't something Kylo had to deal with in his daily life, so all his nice clothes were at his dad's house, where he'd left them when he moved out.

Kylo hoped Hux wouldn't mind that the dress shirt was the only nice part of his outfit. He had washed his best jeans and even combed his hair, but the ride from his apartment to campus, had ruffled him a little. Kylo didn't own a car; he rode his bike everywhere.

Hux's directions were perfect (of course) and Kylo easily found the lecture hall. He was a good twenty minutes early, in the hopes that he could find a corner to wait in while his sweat dried a bit. Before he even got the chance to look for a corner, he heard his name being called. Without his glasses, Kylo couldn't quite see to the end of the hall, so he stayed where he was, as the figure came close enough to reveal themself as Hux.

There must have been something wrong with the lights in the hallway, because Hux looked young. Really young.

”Hello, Kylo,” he said, slightly breathless. ”Did you find it alright?”

”I– Yeah,” Kylo nodded. ”Your directions were very clear.”

”Well, I didn't want you to get lost.” Hux kept rubbing his hands down the front of his three-piece suit, smoothing out wrinkles that weren't there.

Hux was nervous.

Kylo didn't know what to say.

Luckily, he didn't need to. Someone called for Hux, sounding quite urgent. Hux waved over his shoulder and looked at Kylo. ”I saved you a seat,” he said and motioned for Kylo to follow him.

The lecture hall was big. Bigger than Kylo thought it'd be. Classical music was playing softly over the speakers. Hux led him to the far side of the front row, where there were five empty seats. The hall was already full to bursting, people standing around and speaking quietly.

”Please, sit,” Hux said, gesturing to a seat. ”We've had some problems with the microphones, but hopefully we will begin shortly.”

Hux was gone by the time Kylo knew how to reply. He looked around the room. It looked like he'd imagined a history department lecture hall would look. Kylo didn't stick out as much as he'd feared. A lot of the people looked like he did. Some were dressed nicely, like Hux was, but a lot of them looked like they came straight from class.

A group of girls were sitting in the row right behind Kylo, talking quietly between them. They sounded excited. Kylo had a hard time understanding the excitement. Sure, seeing Hux was exciting, but the lecture as a whole, wasn't what Kylo was looking forward to.

The music cut off suddenly and a man took the stage. He introduced himself and the other professors, along with the topics they'd be covering individually. They were shown a few photos from the archaeological dig where they'd found the ship the lecture was based on.

The photos were terrible, but the professor looked very excited. Kylo figured the professor took the photos himself.

Intellectually, Kylo could appreciate the information he was recieving, but the man was terrible dull. The way he spoke wasn't engaging at all, and he feared he might actually nod off before the end of this thing.

He didn't get to worry for long. Hux took the stage like a knight in shining armor. He strolled across the floor, pulled off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair.

The girl in the seat behind Kylo inhaled sharply.

Hux took his place at the front of the podium and clasped his hands behind his back.

Kylo knew Hux would be good.

He didn't know Hux would be this good. Kylo was floored by Hux's performance – and that's what it was; a performance.

His voice was loud and clear, every word eloquent and to the point. He weaved a story that tied in perfectly with the oil paintings in the dreaded powerpoint. Kylo barely noticed the slides change, because Hux didn't need them.

Hux's words painted a picture so clear, no painting, photo, or video could ever do it justice. He used his hands and moved freely – almost casually – across the podium. He looked every person in the room in the eye, at least once. Kylo couldn't stop himself from hanging onto every word – even the ones he didn't understand.

The whole thing was over much too soon. The room erupted in applause when Hux was done speaking. Hux even bowed for them.

He looked endlessly pleased – and relieved. Once the jacket was back on, Hux left the stage and took the seat next to Kylo.

Kylo tensed up, not expecting that sequence of events. However, next professor in the line-up began speaking before Hux even sat down, so he didn't have to worry about smalltalk.

With Hux's lecture on repeat in his mind, Kylo found himself enjoying the rest of the lecture. It was interesting, all of it. Kylo hoped Hux would have time to talk afterwards. He found himself with a lot of questions he'd like Hux explain to him.

When the whole thing was over, it hadn't felt like two hours at all.

”What did you think?” Hux asked quietly, seemingly not in a hurry to get up or leave.

”I don't– I don't think I have the words,” Kylo muttered.

”That bad, huh?” Hux said, eyes turned to the front.

”I knew you were good, but that? Holy fuck, Hux. I'm pretty sure the girl behind me wet herself.”

Hux covered his mouth and tried very hard not to laugh. The laughter still made its way through his fingers and Hux hit Kylo's shoulder.

Kylo blushed and rubbed his arm where Hux had touched him. ”You were really, really good, sir.”

”Oh my God,” Hux breathed deeply and wiped his eyes. ”I doubt anyone wet themselves. But thank you.”

They looked at each other for a long moment, before being interrupted. ”Hux!” one of the professors called. ”You coming with us? You can bring your friend!”

Hux looked at Kylo apoligetically. ”We usually go out to eat after these things. You don't have to come if you don't want to.”

Kylo shrugged, feigning indifference. ”Haven't eaten yet.”

Hux smiled.

part 7

(also on ao3)

[znitsamluv]

Hi I wanted to send in my info for a tokrev matchup. My pronouns are she/ her and I prefer men for my matchup. I’m also 20.

Personality: INTJ 3w4. I tend to act very arrogant and cocky as a defense mechanism. I don't like being vulnerable with people because it's not their job to worry about my problems. I come across very calm and collected and people rely on me for advice but can't let myself depend on anyone. I'm really analytical and am good at finding loopholes and working around problems under pressure. I'm not good with emotional support and can come across a little cold because of that. Under everything I think I'm very kind but feel like I burden people with my presence a lot of times. I'm a very eye for an eye perso and the way I treat people entirely depends on how they treat me. I'm not that expressive (outwardly at least because I'm actually really emotional I just hide it well) and have a hard time relaxing or enjoying things because I've been conditioned to always consider how it will look on mine and my family's reputation. I'm a perfectionist and hold myself to very high standards. I look intimidating but I'm actually just socially awkward and suck at small talk (because it seems kind of pointless to me). I also have a short temper but there's only certain specific people that can get me to actually lose my patience and explode. I don't cry or break down in front of people and people usually think I'm perfectly fine. I constantly chase perfection for myself and try to be the most idealized version of myself. I tend to act completely different in different situations because I know what personality is going to get me the best results and praise. It's exhausting but I'd be worse off if I didn't hold myself to these standards. In order for me to like or fall in love with someone I first have to actually have a certain level of respect for them which must be earned. In the “get to know" stage I subtly test the person a lot to see how they react or respond to certain things. It's like a test they don't know his happening but that will determine if our relationship is gonna go further. My love language is giving gifts but I'm not sure what my love language to receive is. Some negative traits are I try to handle everything alone, I have a big ego, and and I can be kind of mean. If I’m really invested in a competition all bets are off and I will literally do whatever I have to do to win because I believe things don’t just happen within the bounds of the rules. If I’m smart enough to bend the situation in my favor it’s fair game. Whoever I’m with is just gonna have to be able to handle that tho because even though they’re objectively negative traits, the only thing I see as negative is things that make me feel weak. I know my limits but under no circumstances can I appear weak. That feels like the worst possible thing that can happen to me. I’d rather be hated than be weak. Whoever I end up with will also have to be very emotionally intelligent and persistent because I have a habit of pushing people away especially if I like them so it’s gonna take some work to get me to not be so prickly and guarded anymore. I kind of have a guilty until proven attitude when it comes to live so I always assume the worst and don’t trust people.

Hobbies/Likes: I love fashion and I've been a model since I was 14, I used to do pageants as a kid, I make my own music and music is probably the thing I love the most. It's really what I use to process the world so music is definitely the way to my heart. I can't play any instruments but I can sing and do digital music production. (I've always wanted to be in a rock band) I'm a good artist but I don't like doing it on a deadline (I took an AP art class back in high school and didn't draw for 2 years after it cuz I hated being forced to draw. It's like when something you like becomes a chore) I've gotten back into drawing recently tho. I've also been doing martial arts since I was 7 + fencing. I'm good at chess and poker and made money from playing/betting on games when I was younger. I also love reading.

Dislikes: Misogyny (when people especially men undermine my intelligence and experience and end up making a mistake I warned them about only to listen when another man repeats the same thing l've been saying since the beginning), big egos with nothing to back it up, people who can't keep up with me (I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone whose hand I have to hold all the time. They need to be on the same level/wavelength as me and not drag me down), being a coward and not standing up for your own beliefs/motives, people that are way too nice (whoever I end up with has to have a mean streak because it shows they are able to take action when needed), being self absorbed and not considering the consequences of your actions. People who have a moral superiority complex that think they're better than me for not wanting to break rules to get what they want. People who can't take responsibility for what they do (Everything I do is on purpose so even if it's a bad thing I'll admit to it because whatever happens as a result is no one's problem but my own). Although I will say there's sometimes an exception to these things depending on the person and situation.

Extra Stuff: My main highest kins are Mikey and Ran (TR), Vanitas, Kaguya Shinomia, xiao(Genshin), Yurio (yuri on ice), Vil (twisted wonderland), and Shogo Makishima (Psycho Pass). I am introverted but can appear to be extroverted if need be. I appear very confident but it’s like a “I feel like I’m the worst so I act like I’m the best” situation. I am not very expressive with my emotions and most people’s first impression of me is they find me intimidating and think I look mean. My intelligence is my favorite thing about myself because it’s undeniable and I know no matter what I can think my way out of anything.

Your match is ready!

Your match is naoto tachibana

• How you met .

° You heard you had a new neighbor in the apartment opposite to you but you really didn't think much of it and didn't even know who moved in you just hoped that they won't disturb your peace and quiet.

° It went on for a few weeks until one night you were in grossed in your work when the door bell rang .

° You felt annoyed that someone is knocking at this hour but still opened the door to be met by a stranger

.° Naoto introduced himself as your neighbor and apologized for knocking at this hour and then proceeded to ask if you could give him some salt because he ran out of it .

° you told him to wait for a few seconds and came back with some salt and gave it to him , he took it and gave you a barley noticed smile and thanked you before leaving.

° From that day on every few weeks your door bell will ring at unholy hours just to find Naoto asking for things like pepper and spices.

° one day you got sick from working at home so you decided to change the place so you went to a small cafe nearby, it was your favorite because it served your favorite drink and the prices were good .

° you sat down in your usual spot and opened your laptop and continued working , after a few minutes the door of the cafe opened but you didn't bother looking because it's another customer.

° " Excuse me would you mind if I sat here " you looked at the source of the voice and saw your neighbor.

° You thought for a moment before nodding" Only if you don't disturb me while I work "

° Naoto showed you his laptop bag in his hand indicating that he was going to work too .

° you both didn't even glance at each other the whole time and Naoto left first and when you went to pay for your drink you found out he already paid .

° It should have felt nice but you felt annoyed somehow and Ended up going to his apartment to give him his money .

° He opened the door and said it was ok but in the end you made him take it .

° you were about to get In your apartment when he called you asking you if he could invite you for dinner as an apology.

° you declined saying you were busy but he insisted and said that it was on him for doing something that annoyed you .

° At the end you agreed and the next day you went to have dinner In his apartment.° His apartment was so clean and organized and he had the food already on the table .

° Through out the dinner you didn't talk much Naoto was the one talking and asking questions and you gave him short answers .

° Even though you didn't talk much that didn't annoy Naoto he found you luring and different and wanted to get to know you better so after that everytime he sees you going to work he greets you and now you two usually sit together in the cafe like the first time both of you working and not talking at all and you didn't even plan this out you just go on Monday and he usually goes there too , even days you would go late and he would be already there working on his laptop and you would find your favorite drink already ordered.

• How is your dating life

• Naoto is a really patient man and he never cross the line .

• He went through all of your tests and he succeed in them .

• You are the most beautiful and independent strong woman he ever came across and he respects you for your hard work and self respect and he could rely on you and trusts you with his whole heart that he usually asks you for advice when he is working on a new case .

• you are both usually so stressed because of work so when it is lunch time and you are still working you would find a plate full of delicious food in front of you and Naoto sits in front of you working also , he would give you a small smile before telling you to enjoy your food .

• Whenever you try to push Naoto away he respects you need space but he usually leaves lunch and dinner in front of your door because you usually forget to cook because of work .

• Naoto really loves listening to your music and he encourages you and gives you ideas to new ones and when you usually draw something he would ask if he could take it for a moment and you would get confused but when he comes back he has a printed copy and he has it on his desk so he could look at it when he is working.

• Naoto is your biggest supporter he knows you don't like being seen weak so he doesn't try to baby you instead when he sees you are stressed he would take you on a ride at night with jazz music on the low or he would give you a massage to lower your tension.

• Whenever your competitive side comes out Naoto watches from a far until he sees that you have reached a limit where you are really stressed so he talks to you about working but not overwhelming your self .

• Naoto is not a clingy man so every time in a while he would give you a really quick side hug and whenever he passes by when you are working in your room he pats your head really quickly before running because he knows you might shout at him for intruding your working time .

• Your dates would be simple and elegant like going to Museums and music exhibitions and on your holidays he takes you to a fancy restaurant.

• Naoto also loves playing chess with you even though you win everytime he still plays and hope that he will win one time .

• Naoto never gets annoyed or bored with you, you are different from many people he met and loves you so much and he feels warm inside to know that you have finally warmed up to him and chose to be with him .

• In winter you stay really late when working and sometimes fall asleep and this is Naoto's favorite part were he puts a blanket on you because he knows carrying you will disturb your sleep and kisses your forehead before smiling to himself thinking " How did I get this lucky to have someone like you ".

[fairy-writes]

Hi I wanted to send in my info for a romantic matchup for Tokyo revengers and moriarty the patriot. I have a male preference.

Personality: I tend to act very arrogant and cocky as a defense mechanism. I don't like being vulnerable with people because it's not their job to worry about my problems. I come across very calm and collected and people rely on me for advice but can't let myself depend on anyone. I'm really analytical and am good at finding loopholes and working around problems under pressure. I'm not good with emotional support and can come across a little cold because of that. Under everything I think I'm very kind but feel like I burden people with my presence a lot of times. I'm a very eye for an eye perso and the way I treat people entirely depends on how they treat me. I'm not that expressive (outwardly at least because I'm actually really emotional I just hide it well) and have a hard time relaxing or enjoying things because I've been conditioned to always consider how it will look on mine and my family's reputation. I'm a perfectionist and hold myself to very high standards. I look intimidating but I'm actually just socially awkward and suck at small talk (because it seems kind of pointless to me). I also have a short temper but there's only certain specific people that can get me to actually lose my patience and explode. I don't cry or break down in front of people and people usually think I'm perfectly fine. I constantly chase perfection for myself and try to be the most idealized version of myself. I tend to act completely different in different situations because I know what personality is going to get me the best results and praise. It's exhausting but I'd be worse off if I didn't hold myself to these standards. In order for me to like or fall in love with someone I first have to actually have a certain level of respect for them which must be earned. In the “get to know" stage I subtly test the person a lot to see how they react or respond to certain things. It's like a test they don't know his happening but that will determine if our relationship is gonna go further. My love language is giving gifts but I'm not sure what my love language to receive is. Some negative traits are I try to handle everything alone, I have a big ego, and and I can be kind of mean. If I’m really invested in a competition all bets are off and I will literally do whatever I have to do to win because I believe things don’t just happen within the bounds of the rules. If I’m smart enough to bend the situation in my favor it’s fair game. Whoever I’m with is just gonna have to be able to handle that tho because even though they’re objectively negative traits, the only thing I see as negative is things that make me feel weak. I know my limits but under no circumstances can I appear weak. That feels like the worst possible thing that can happen to me. I’d rather be hated than be weak.

Hobbies/Likes: I love fashion and I've been a model since I was 14, I used to do pageants as a kid, I make my own music and music is probably the thing I love the most. It's really what I use to process the world so music is definitely the way to my heart. I can't play any instruments but I can sing and do digital music production. (I've always wanted to be in a rock band) I'm a good artist but I don't like doing it on a deadline (I took an AP art class back in high school and didn't draw for 2 years after it cuz I hated being forced to draw. It's like when something you like becomes a chore) I've gotten back into drawing recently tho. I've also been doing martial arts since I was 7 + fencing. I'm good at chess and poker and made money from playing/betting on games when I was younger. I also love reading.

Dislikes: Misogyny (when people especially men undermine my intelligence and experience and end up making a mistake I warned them about only to listen when another man repeats the same thing l've been saying since the beginning), big egos with nothing to back it up, people who can't keep up with me (I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone whose hand I have to hold all the time. They need to be on the same level/wavelength as me and not drag me down), being a coward and not standing up for your own beliefs/motives, people that are way too nice (whoever I end up with has to have a mean streak because it shows they are able to take action when needed), being self absorbed and not considering the consequences of your actions. People who have a moral superiority complex that think they're better than me for not wanting to break rules to get what they want. People who can't take responsibility for what they do (Everything I do is on purpose so even if it's a bad thing I'll admit to it because whatever happens as a result is no one's problem but my own). Although I will say there's sometimes an exception to these things depending on the person and situation.

Hello lovely! I hope you like your matchups!

Tokyo Revengers Matchup: I pair you with… Ryuguji Ken!

So Draken can also be kind of arrogant and cocky, but it’s more of a front because he doesn’t want to be hurt, and also, he has a gang to help run. You can’t show weakness in a gang, or else you’ll be absolutely destroyed. But slowly, as the two of you get to know each other, the walls come down, and Draken exposes his vulnerabilities to you. Not like in an “I need emotional support” kind of way but in an “I trust you a lot” kind of way.

Draken helps you loosen up! He grew up looking after himself and the women in the brothel he was raised in, so he doesn’t really care about a reputation. Only that his gang is number one and that you are safe and happy. That’s all he really cares about.

He earns your respect by actually saving you from a rival gang when you accidentally wandered in on things you weren’t supposed to see. You were holding your own just fine until it got to be too much, and Draken stepped in when he saw what was happening. You two were just friends at that point, but it wasn’t long after that you started dating. 

Draken thinks it’s so freaking cool that you’re a model! He likes to surprise you with some clothes he thinks you’ll enjoy when he has the money to do so. His favorite, though, is when you wear his black and white jacket. It absolutely drowns you (or it doesn’t, idk how tall you are), and he thinks you look absolutely adorable in it.

Moriarty the Patriot Matchup: I pair you with… William James Moriarty!

William sees through your defense mechanisms immediately (like the arrogant, bombastic person he is) but doesn’t do much with the information unless he really needs to. So while he met you at the school he teaches at (you are a teacher’s assistant), he doesn’t actually get to know you until you accidentally foil one of his plans to kill a corrupt noble. 

He greatly admires your ability to work under pressure and your ability to find loopholes! This makes you one of William’s closest confidants, and he comes to you for help at times when he just can’t seem to figure out a way to do this or that. He also doesn’t need a whole lot of emotional support help, so you’re good in that department, lol. Your eye-for-an-eye type of personality fits right in with the Moriarty and Co. group!

A fellow perfectionist, the two of you produce astounding results in anything you do, and you are greatly admired for that. But that can get tiring after a while, so the two of you learn very quickly how to help each other relax and know that it is indeed okay to make mistakes. The two of you are also alike in that when it comes to competition or something you want, all restraints are gone, and all bets are off.  Both of you listen to a lot of music in your free time and could be considered dates. I’m also pretty sure William can play the piano, so he plays for you a LOT if you’d like him too! It’s a way for him to relax and unwind, and he’s partial to Chopin or Beethoven! He admires your love of fashion, and you two are literally the best-dressed couple I have ever seen. You also both spar with martial arts together and fence (you’re teaching him since he’s never learned how, but he picks things up quickly), so that could also be considered dates! ALSO! Chess dates! Poker dates! The two of you absolutely wipe the ground with anyone you play against (Moran cries, lmao) and have the potential to win a boatload of money if you so wished.

[wilwywaylan]

also u know what a Misha / Yuki soulmate AU of ur choice would be great. Like. Especially if they *don't* realize when meeting that they are soulmates. And Yuki just being all "hoping my soulmate is like him but also I kind am falling for him what do"

Well if that’s not a BEHEMOTH of a text..... It was very fun and cute to write ! :D

It starts very slowly. So slowly, in fact, that Misha doesn’t notice it at first. He has observed his own skin, of course, like everyone, looking out for any word scrawled there, no matter how small or unreadable. But in eighteen years of existence, not once has he found a mere letter, and he finally let it go. After all, not everyone has a soulmate, right ? Some people just aren’t lucky. Maybe his soulmate has died young. Maybe his soulmate is too far away, is there a maximum distance ? Or are they very honest, so honest that they never lie ? Does that even exist ? He doesn’t know. And after a while, he doesn’t expect anything anymore.

Until one day, while he’s taking his boxing gloves off, he notices something on his wrist. Something neatly written in tiny cursive. It takes a bit of contorting to finally be read. “I didn’t do it”. Oh. He doesn’t know what he feels. He’s happy, of course. There’s someone at the end of the line, there’s someone for him ! Of course, knowing this means that the person had to lie. And it’s sad. And maybe they are in trouble ? They’re probably in trouble, but right now, with something as vague, he can’t do anything. But still. There’s someone. He has a soulmate. That’s what he says to himself, in the bus, during work sometimes, or when he’s at home. He has a soulmate. There’s someone.

It keeps coming, after that. More and more lies, that slowly develop from his wrist, climb along his arm, all the way to his shoulder. Is his soulmate a consumate liar ? It seems so, because they advance rapidly. Misha soon remarks that they all repeat the same things. “I didn’t do it”. “It wasn’t me”. “I promise”. “I didn’t mean it”. Worse, there’s a lot of “I’m alright”. “Everything is okay”. And the most heartbreaking of them all : “Don’t worry”. He wants to tell them that it’s alright, that there’s someone who worries, who wants to worry, who hears their plea for attention, for help. But how can he ? How can he find one person with only these indications ? He can’t. It’s impossible. Even if he tries with the whole town, it’s still impossible. The world is too big, and there are lots of people who hurt inside while trying to hide it.

Slowly, the lies swallow him, cover his chest, his back, and climb to his eye. He can still see, but the world is lost in a cloud of dark ink, and it starts being too difficult, trying to watch the world through a litteral web of lies. He covers his eye with a bandage, covers his arms with long sleeves and make up, and does his best to find his soulmate, searching high and low, and lying through his teeth to see if it appears on someone’s skin. It doesn’t. He doesn’t let go. And he swears that, whoever did this, whoever made his soulmate hurt so much, they’re gonna pay. They are gonna pay dearly. He counts, lie by lie, and each new one, each tearful denegation of guilt, each plea for help hidden under a reassurance, he’s going to make them pay. And he searches.

—

It starts very slowly. Just a few words at first, on the wrist, in thin cursive. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Yuki is just thirteen, young enough to be at the first stage of the soulmate process, the one where you look everywhere on your body, you hope and you dream that a lie will find a way to your skin, and that someone is waiting for you. And there is someone, someone who, furthermore, seems to be a good person, because the lie isn’t something she’s used to hear (“I didn’t take it”, “it’s not my fault”, and as she saw once, a dreadful “you made me do it”), but a “of course, I’m not angry”. The person is probably someone nice who doesn’t want to worry someone else.

But there’s a downside too. Because as almost all daughters from good families, Yuki has been bethroted to someone during her childhood. She doesn’t know him beside a few short meetings here and there, not long enough to discover him. And, for the bethroted, it’s very bad taste to have a soulmate that’s not the person you’re destined for. If your soulmate is the person, that’s right, that’s good. But that seldom happens. And the man she’s supposed to marry someday doesn’t seem the kind of person to reassure someone, anyway. So she smuggles them as she can.

And the next ones too. “I’m okay”. “It doesn’t hurt”. They aren’t too numerous, slowly climbing around her arm. She hides them with her shirt sleeves, silently thanking the school uniforms for their long sleeves. She has to take them off, of course, for dancing, and has to cover them with make-up. It’s only a stopgap at best. But what can she do ? She can’t break the link, no one can. When you have a soulmate, only death can part you. So she hides them, and prays that no one will see them.

Of course, they notice. And to say they aren’t happy is the biggest understatement of the year. Yuki gets punished. She tries to tell them that it’s not her fault, that she didn’t ask for it, and it just happened. But of course, they don’t listen to her. They never do. So what’s the use in talking ? She stops trying. They punish her for every new lie on her skin, and she never says anything.

People worry. At least a few of them, because even someone like her can have friends. She tries to reassure them. She’s okay, it’ll be okay. She’ll find the soulmate that leaves those kind lies on her skin. And everything will be alright. She doesn’t say what’s on her mind, that there’s no one on that planet who would want to bother with all the bagage she would bring with her. A soulmate wanting to be with her would have to fight her family tooth and nail, to get them to accept them, or at least tolerate them. That would be a lot of trouble for any person, and to get what in the end ? Nothing more than her. Nothing more than a tiny girl, not even pretty, bony, and who seems to have forgotten how to smile. No one would take the challenge, and she doesn’t blame them. It’s alright, she thinks. It doesn’t matter. I’m alright. And she doesn’t look for them.

—

But hope is a resilient flower. No matter how much you try to crush it, it blooms again and again, stronger and stronger. Regardless of how hard she tries to push all those stupid romantic ideas out of her mind to focus on her dancing, the only important thing (but then, the subject of those ballets doesn’t really help), it comes back to her. Especially when she’s at the gym, trying to concentrate on what she’s doing, while the students of the boxing class come to watch the ballerinas during their break.

They are…. she’s almost ashamed to say they are her type. A few of them, at least. Of course, she would never admit it, because having a type is shallow, and no one likes a shallow girl. But still. Some of them seem strong, and muscular, and she likes that in a man, that he’d be strong enough to protect his woman. And some of them are…. quite good-looking, too. Older than her (“shame ! Lusting after older men !”), lots of them with wild and curly hair (“disgusting. Men should be put together at all time”) or long, gathered in buns or ponytails like her (“horrid ! Long hair are for women and bums !”). They grin a lot while watching them (“distateful !”), joke with each other and with the girls when they take a break (“whores, all of them !”), sometimes play-fight between them before leaving (“men should act like men, not like children ! Idiots !”). Yuki still hears her grandfather’s harsh voice each time she glances at the people near the door, but it’s strange, how easier it is to silent it. She doesn’t go and talk with them, of course. Her upbringing is a strong restraint. But sometimes, she wishes she could.

—

It’s funny, strolling to the ballet room during breaks. When the students started going there, Misha wasn’t too enthusiastic. Mainly because he knows them, he’s known them for years, and even the last ones aren’t anything new, behavior-wise. So a bunch of boxer wannabees, all hyped up from their training, running loose in the gym and aiming for the room where a bunch of ladies and gents are practicing the fine and quiet art of ballet ? Recipe for disaster. So he decided to go with them. To keep them in line.

To his own surprise, they were quite disciplined. Well, they joked, and pushed, and acted like dorks, but that was just their way of making themselves interesting. And they still kept quiet enough to not disturb the lesson. So he let them. Now, he joins them for fun.

Maybe not only for fun. He has to admit, it’s fascinating to watch, all those precise gestures, perfectly in synch. And the dancers are quite nice, too. Well… not everyone. At least, he’s not too sure. One of the dancers never joins the others when they are coming to them during a break. When they stop, she just goes to her bag and doesn’t move from there. Maybe she’s shy ? She certainly looks like it. Then again, she’s very tiny, surrounded by taller people, so maybe that’s it ? Or maybe not. She doesn’t look at people in the eye, always glancing at the ground, or on the side, very quickly, as if she doesn’t want to be noticed.

More and more, Misha finds himself looking at the tiny dancer. Discreetly, of course, he doesn’t want to embarrass her. She’s… different. First, because she can’t be older than eighteen, and her hair is already grey, with white strands here and there. She’s small even for a ballerina, with bony cheekbones and pointy elbows. She always wears black tights and leotard, and her ballet shoes are black too. In the middle of colorful outfits, it’s rather obvious. But as small as she is, her gestures are assured, precise, extremely graceful, and it’s quite fascinating to watch, this tiny girl jumping like she doesn’t weight anything, spinning round and round, curving and bending her back like a bow. Misha can help but stare, and wish she would join them so he can compliment her. But she never does.

To be honest, he is curious. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk with them because they look scary ? They are taller than her, even Menthe who compensates her smaller stature by a loud mouth, and they are rambunctious. Maybe she just likes quiet. But there’s something… Something weird. Something he can’t explain, a feeling… It’s in the way she glances at the others without ouvertly watching. How she always leaves distance between her and the others. Even when she just walks, she tiptoes around them, never once looking up. She seems nervous, too. Jumpy. There are words sneaking around her wrist, so she has a soulmate, but they are hidden under smudges of make-up half-erased by her moves. She doesn’t want anyone to see them…. or maybe it’s her who doesn’t want to see ? It’s unclear, but one thing is certain : something in this situation is wrong, and Misha doesn’t know what. But he worries.

—

It’s a day like any other days. Yuki’s feet hurt, the bruises hurt too but in a different way, it’s raining outside and the noise of drops falling on the glass roof numbs her mind. She’s tired, and there’s but one thing on her mind : quickly showering so she can go home, do her homework and have some sleep. Maybe eat something, but to be honest, that’s not at the top of her priorities. Not with that knot never leaving her stomach.

She’s crossing the hallway, trying to remember if her bus card is still valid, when something bumps into her and sends her to the floor with a crash. And something that sounds like a swear. She blinks once, twice, to focus again. There’s someone standing before her. One of the men from the boxing class. The tall one, with strikingly red hair gathered in a bun, and an eyepatch. And scary, scary, pointy teeth. The one who looks intimidating but never raises his voice. She’ll never admit it out loud (not even to herself), but she kinda… finds him… attracting ? Maybe ? There’s something in him, she doesn’t really know what, but… he’s noticeable. Very noticeable, and not just because of his hair.

The man is looking at her, tall, even taller from her spot on the floor, and she can’t help but shiver. He bends down, and instead of the flow of curses she awaits, he just holds out his hand, and says in a soft, deep voice :

- Are you alright ?

The gentleness startles her more than any scream could have, and she just looks at him, blinking rapidly like a malfunctioning toy, trying to make sense of what’s just happening.

—

Misha looks at the tiny girl sitting on the floor and looking at him, finally. She has huge eyes, grey, or maybe brown. Or something in-between. A strange, cristalline color. And he can see it so well because they are huge, circled in white, as she looks at him like…. like she expects him to step on her right now and go on with his day. He holds out his hand, ahd she just blinks, like she doesn’t understand what’s happening.

Finally, she takes his hand to jump on her feet. Misha has barely the time to notice that she doesn’t weight anything (her hand doesn’t, at least) that she’s already taken it back. She bows, muttering an apology, and off she goes, or rather, she runs, leaving behind her a quite bewildered shark.

—

Yuki starts warming up to Misha after that, at least a little. A few words here and there, a glance, a nod. It’s not much but to be honest, she’s not sure she’d be able to do more than that. At least not without feeling the cold breath of her grandfather on her neck. But opposite of what she thinks, Misha never shows any sign of impatience with her. Bribes of conversation here and ther seem to suit him enough.

He’s…. he’s nice. Really nice. That’s a fresh change of pace from someone who’s used to navigate in the highest spheres, where words are masks everyone puts on to hide their true intentions, and knives to stab you in the back with when they think they have your trust. Not to mention Himiko, whose tongue is the sharpest sword she has. Misha is so different. His words always has one meaning, the one said out loud. Nothing hidden behind them. His “how are you ?” are always earnest, and he always listens to the answer intently. It’s so different.

And sometimes, sometimes, when he gives her a smile or a kind word, Yuki can’t help but wish, somewhere at the back of her mind, that her soulmate would be like him. Not him, of course. She wouldn’t lust after a man, especially not a man so nice. Men like him are reserved to princesses, to models, to queens. Not to tiny, angsty ballerinas. Not to girls like her. So she doesn’t dwell on the idea too much. But sometimes, she wonders what it would be like, to have a soulmate like him.

—

As usual, the ballerinas have left their ballet room to stroll to the boxing one during their break. After all, they say, if the boxers can come and watch them, why can’t they ? Yuki has thought long and hard about this, and has come to the conclusion that it’s not against her grandfather’s orders. Well, not totally. He would probably reprove, of course. But what doesn’t he ? Those last days, she has felt something like… she doesn’t know. A liberation. A seed of revolt that starts growing. She knows she’s going against orders. But, maybe for the first time, she doesn’t care.

The coach announces a break, and the two groups start to mingle. Slowly, Yuki inches closer to Misha, who’s untying his gloves while talking with a girl with cat ears among her bushy hair. She looks ferocious, and the ballerina doesn’t dare interrupting them. Finally, the girl moves away, with a strange smirk that Yuki can’t exactly decode. But she doesn’t really care, because Misha is smiling at her, that strange smile that fills her stomach with butterflies. There’s a huge bruise on his forearm, ugly and blue and purple, and she moves her fingers above it, not wanting to touch in fear of hurting him.

- You’re hurt… is all she manages to say.

He sees her gesture, and smile gently.

- Don’t worry. It doesn’t really hurt. I should just have kept my guard better, that’s all.

Yuki doesn’t really believe it. She knows a lot about bruises, and that one looks really painful. But she’s cut by a prickling sensation, the one that announces that words are about to be written on her skin. What ? Now ? What could be that lie ? What is happening ? She lifts her arm, the one still left untouched until now, it seems. A black line is slowly appearing, like emerging from the depths of a pond rather than one letter at a time. A long line in the same thin cursive.

A line that reads “Don’t worry. It doesn’t really hurt.”

She stares at the words. And stares. And stares again. Suddenly, her heart is pounding against her ribs, hard and fast like it’s going to escape. Her cheeks are burning, and she feels faint, like she suddenly caught a fever. She’s vaguely aware that Misha is looking at her, and saying something, but she can’t hear it above the blood rushing in her ears. Her eyes start to lose focus, and she probably would have fallen over if someone hadn’t caught her by the arm, to lead her to the bleachers, then pushes her down. A cup full of water is put in her hand.

Finally, the world comes into focus again, and the roaring in her ears dies down. The words are still very visible on her arm, stark black against her pale skin. The letters cross an old, faded scar she has half-forgotten, and it makes the “hurt” waver a bit, as if emphazing it. Fitting, she vaguely thinks.

And the implication hits her full force : Misha is her soulmate. Misha, the redhead shark shapeshifter, the boxer student-turned-professor, the gentleman, the one she glances at when she thinks no one can see her while imagining that he could be her soulmate, that man is her soulmate. She knows, she’s known for a long time that he’s the antithesis of everything her grandfather wants in a grandson-in-law, and that person is her soulmate.

She suddenly notices that Misha is sitting next to her, and watching her. Meaning that, if she can see the words, he can, too. So he knows. He knows that his soulmate isn’t a pretty lady, a dainty princess or a strong, warrior woman with a fierce personnality. It’s a tiny ballerina with severe issues. He’s going to run to the hills, any time now, without looking back, he’ll never want her, no one would never want her, she…

Before she’s completely freakouting, a hand lands on her arm, very lightly. She jumps again, but it has the benefit of stopping, or at least slowing, her panic attack. Gently, he says :

- It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.

Okay ? How can it be okay ?

- But… she stutters. I’m… you’re…

- I am me, and you are you. And I’m very glad.

- You’re… very glad ?

Very glad about what ? About finally knowing ? Being in the dark can be scary, of course, but… Misha smiles, a very nice smile that isn’t scary, even when it shows the pointy teeth again.

- I’m very glad to know, and I’m very glad that it’s you.

…. what ? He’s what ?

- But… but I’m…

- You are you, Misha interrupts, and that’s very nice. In fact, that’s what I like best about you.

He what now ? Yuki tries to make sense of everything. She tries really hard, because never in a hundred years would she believe that something like that could happen to her. Surely, she’s dreaming. Or she fell and hit her head. But no, it’s true, it’s real. Because Misha is moving, and he’s embracing her gently, very gently, giving her all the time she needs to break the hug and run away. She knows that she could, if she wanted too, and he wouldn’t hold her captive. But she doesn’t want. Slowly, she hugs him back, and his arms tighten a bit around her. Misha’s hug is firm, and warm, and very much real, and it feels good. Really good. It feels reassuring, and comforting, like everything will be alright.

They stay like that a long time, until the way they’re sitting start to be too uncomfortable. When they let go, Misha has a Cheshire-cat grin, and Yuki can’t help but smile back. But there’s still a pinch of worry that doesn’t let her be.

- You know, she says. It’s… not going to be easy. My family is a bunch of…

A glint of something appears in Misha’s eyes, something scary that suddently makes her want to run away very fast. But he quickly smiles to reassure her, and pats her head.

- Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it.

- You will ? But they are… important, and dangerous, and…

- And I still don’t fear them. You’re my soulmate, and I’m going to defend you.

He cuts her blubbering thanks with another hug. And somewhere, between the warmth he radiates, and the hand stroking her hair, Yuki lets herself think that, maybe, for once, things will turn okay.