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melo-yello · 4 years ago

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✨Self-Care Day✨w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku HeadCanons💥🪨

Off Day

💥🪨 You’re hanging upside down on the couch in your shared apartment with a boyfriend on either side of you. Kiri’s hand in yours while Baku’s had one hand on your thigh and the other scrolling on his phone as some cartoon drones on the tv

💥🪨 This is not how you envisioned your first free weekend into the last two weeks going

💥🪨 You sigh loudly before poking out your bottom lip “Suki? Eiji? I’m bored.” you pout dramatically as you throw a hand onto your forehead before you continue “Can we do a self-care day?”

💥🪨 Baku just grunts in affirmation as he stretches before standing. Kiri just smiles “Of course, Pebble. Whatever you want.”

💥🪨 You pop up pecking both guys on the cheek as you bounce off to the kitchen with Kiri’s hand still in yours “Thanks you two are the best!I’ll make tea!!!”

💥🪨 “And don’t you forget it!” Bakugou smiles popping your soft ass as he follows behind most likely to micromanage

💥🪨 You three chat about your week not having much time outside of courses to really talk. Between studying, training, and hero work you guys just didn’t have a lot going of free time.

💥🪨Per usual you and Kiri really carry the conversation Baku only chiming in ever so often to offer up things that he hates

💥🪨 You pop up remembering one of for favorite parts of a good ole fashioned treat yo self day. The cute headbands for you and Kiri to push your hair out of your faces. You return with a pink bunny one, a brown Teddy Bear one, and a plain black headband. Baku takes the black and Kiri takes the bunny.

💥🪨 “How do I look, Peb?” Kiri smirks flexing to show his broad ass built ass frame after putting on his bunny headband. “Ridiculous.” “-ly Hawt!” You laugh correcting Baku

💥🪨 You film in absolute awe as your Manly bf’s pierce Suki’s ear with ease after the off handed joke you made sipping tea. Cue Baku voguing it up with pride and a freshly pierced ear. Bakugou is slightly leaner and a couple inches shorter but just as toned

💥🪨 “Suki, Eiji, you are too manly!” You hype your man up as you post the video to your IG story

💥🪨 It’s your turn now!! Kiri easily pierces your ears with a red stud in your right and an orange in your left. Adding a second set of holes right above your first ones

💥🪨 Next comes high quality and novelty animal face masks Bakugou buys online to compliment his vigorous skin care routine. It rivals half of the YouTube Beauty community’s

💥🪨 Niether of you have any idea of where he buys them or where he hides them for that matter. He stores them away so you guys can’t steal them when he’s not around. Bakugou allows you and Kiri to use his masks on special occasions tho

💥🪨 “Mr. and Mrs. Dumbass.” He smirks handing you a frog and Kiri a tiger. Earning him a playful jab from you and “A Thanks, Babe.” from the red head

💥🪨 You suggest nail 💅🏾 polish next and Kiri is automatically on board. “Oooooo can you make them Red, Babygirl? Because they’d be so manly!” Kiri beams bouncing up and down. Baku will only allow his middle fingers painted. “I want white with bombs or just F U. Whichever is easier for you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou nods scrunching up his nose from behind his own red panda face mask.

💥🪨 Kirishima’s nails are a simple sparkly red that say 🤍BITE MANLY in white while Bakugou’s middle fingers are white with black bombs with an orange F U on each one respectively

💥🪨 After you peel off your masks, you and Kirishima squeal in nearly perfect sync “Oooooooooooo! Sooooo Soft! Aren’t we hawt, Bakubro! Seeeeeeeeeee!” Both of you placing his hand on your faces

💥🪨Bakugou will just roll his red eyes into the back of his head as you two wrap him in a tight embrace “I’ve told you idiots a thousand times the importance of regular skin care with quality products.” He shrugs nonchalantly even thought he loves when you two are touchie with him. He hates to admit it

💥🪨 As you begin to search you nail kit for your preferred color, Kiri grabs your hand and presses it to his cheek “Can we do yours, Pebble?” He pouts. Bakugou follows suit grabbing your other hand “Pretty please, Teddy?” He whines firmly pressing your hand to his heart.

💥🪨 You buckle so fast it’s not even funny. “Bbbbbbbut...😤😖😞fine.” You concede

💥🪨These two really know how to put on the charm. Especially if Bakugou Kasuki is calling you Teddy instead of Dumbass.

💥🪨 “Great! Y/n, pick out a show to watch before we start.” Baku barks handing you the remote. “Why?” You question snatching it and putting on Criminal Minds. Simply thrilled you were getting to pick (Typically there were mini competitions for such a privilege)

💥🪨 “You’re judging, Bighead. You can’t look til we’re done.” Kiri hums thoughtfully trying to pick a good color combination. Baku already had his colors hidden in his lap before scouting so his hip was against yours sure to obscure your view of your own hand from you.

💥🪨 “Yea, no bias. When I win it’ll because I’m the best! Isn’t that right, Shitty Hair!” The ash blonde smiles cockily at the red head across from him. “In your fucking dreams, Spark plug!” Kiri spits backs just taking all the colors and copying Bakugou’s positioning

💥🪨 “If either of you fuckers, get those polishes on my favorite jeans there’ll be hell to pay.” You warn with a sinister tone to rival even Katsuki’s and the widest smile. The boys shiver at the seriousness behind your smile. Your threat is far from empty

💥🪨 You pretty much figured your nails would probably look terrible with each of your vividly different boyfriends competing with each other. “What do you, dorks, even get for winning?” You muse leaning into Kiri’s broad ass shoulder

💥🪨 “The next date plans and solo cuddles with Teddy Bear for the rest of the night seems fair to me. Huh, Eijirou?” Baku looks up from his work with a self assured grin blowing one of your nails. Vermilion irises float from you to Kiri.

💥🪨 Knowing damn well niether of them could keep you their hands off you. “Deal.” Kiri nods without giving Baku the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.

💥🪨 “Oh and I get shitly painted nails.” You sigh rolling your eyes. You’d be lying if you didn’t find it kinda hawt when they got like this

💥🪨 “There.” Halfway through the 2nd episode Kiri says and finally caps his last polish. Blowing gently across the surface of your nails.

💥🪨 By this time Baku has placed your arm on his lower back and his head in your lap. A firm grip on your wrist so you couldn’t checkout his work until Kiri finished. Your fingers make light circles there despite being held hostage. “Bout time, slow poke.” Baku huffs releasing your arm as you brought both hands side by side.

💥🪨 They had somehow managed to pick colors that didn’t totally clash. Kiri’s hand were mix match rose gold and pink with the teeniest (not to mention even) little white hearts in the middle of each nail.

💥🪨 Baku’s hand was very simple and clean. Black French tips with one red to orange nail with a black X on top as an accent.

💥🪨 You weren’t expecting anything this good. You could barely speak. You hadn’t been this lost for words since they had asked you out. You sniffle a lil bit. Your eyes glass up a little too.

💥🪨 God your partners are so great sometimes. The fact that they genuinely gave a fuck still manages to catch you off guard at times. After so many terrible relationships, effort, in and of itself, is kinda baffling

💥🪨 “Damn Pebs, it’s not that bad if you squint.” Kiri laughs nervously squeezing your shoulders. “Woah there, Teddy Bear, I’ll get the remover.” Baku stands ruffling your curls before you grab his wrist stopping him in his tracks.

💥🪨 “Suki. Eiji. Don’t be mad but I can’t pick! You guys both did really good! Fuck! I couldn’t ask for better lovers. You assholes are so much better than I deserve!” You gush before hiding your face in your hands. A little ashamed you let your boyfriends doing something as simple as your nails make you emotional.

💥🪨 “But Baby you deserve the world.” Kirishima immediately scoops you into a bear hug as he stands spinning you with ease and peppering you in kisses. Kiri places you back down even more gently than picked you up

💥🪨 “Princess, you’re a bad bitch! Don’t you dare forget it!” The shorter ash blonde says unwaveringly lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. He softly bops your forehead before kissing it and both cheeks. He pulls you close right as he yanks you up to straddle his waist

💥🪨 “Eijirou, I think our Babygirl needs a reminder of who she is and who she’s with.” His already deep ruby eyes darken lustfully. With no hesitation Kiri is right behind you in seconds

💥🪨 “I know just thing to jog our Pebble’s memory, Katsuki.” He whispers licking the side of your neck just as moves to capture Katsuki’s lips with his own

💥🪨 “Promise?” You moan softly lacing fingers into Kiri’s loose kitchens and trailing a cool hand across Baku’s abdomen stopping only at his joggers waist band

💥🪨 With that the three head to the bed room for some much needed group physical therapy

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vulnerabledime · 3 years ago

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I asked this somewhere else, but you're another fellow Lucas stan (right?) I'd also love to hear it from because I never really thought Lucas HATED kids or anything, which is a phrase I see very often. So, I'll blame it on my personal stance as someone who likes kids, or doesn't mind interacting with them but I don't have the desire to have any of my own which I feel might influence the way I see Lucas. I just never really used "Lucas hates kids and that's why he doesn't want them." Like, I can't ever see him being a father for plenty of reasons but none that really has to do with a dislike for kids. We can agree that those dolls being tossed unto him made him miserable, but I mean...babies in general are also boring. I honestly don't think he'd mind being around older children, toddlers and up who are much funnier, interesting and more interactive than babies. Plus, his big ol humanitarian, Mr. "I want to join Doctors without Borders" and "help save lives", he should know he's going to be sorrounded by tons of kids then if he really hates them...which does he really? Also adding that if MC would have nieces/nephews around that age- Lucas as an uncle lives in my mind rent free. I can see him getting used to them, in fact I'd love some headcanons about them. This was still so lengthy...I'm sorry, I don't even know if I'm making sense.

No anon! You make complete sense. As a Lucas stan I honestly don’t think he HATES kids also. I think he find kids uncomfortable to be around. Especially young kids.

Sorry, this is a pretty lengthy response. Lol however, I love talking about Lucas with children

There are many reasons why I think kids make him so uncomfortable. One is, it’s been said he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents. I like to think he has a strained relationship with his dad mostly. And he moved around constantly. So, I think his upbringing is a huge reason he would be uncomfortable raising one or even having one.

So, I completely agree with you! I don’t think he HATES kids; he finds them uncomfortable to be around.

I like how you mentioned babies. Babies are so fragile and dependent. It’s a lot of responsibility to just hold a baby. But your right with older children, I think he’d be able to interact with them more and might even have fun. I honestly don’t think Lucas will be comfortable around children until they can finally talk.

Uncle Lucas though…that’s honestly the best thing for him. (As I write a fic about him knocking up MC) lol but seriously, Lucas would make a great uncle. He will be the cool uncle as long as he gets to give the kids back, lol

For some reason I imagine Lucas having a love/hate relationship with MCs nieces/nephews. The sweet innocent kids in front of MC but plot behind her back to mess with Lucas, lol

Uncle Lucas Headcanons

Will only babysitt for a couple hours before his sanity runs out.

However he enjoys MCs nieces/nephews when they come over. Mostly.

After much whining and pleading from MCs niece he will finally let his her paint his nails. As soon as he gets home though he whips out that nail polish remover only to get scolded by his niece.

Along with manicures he will be also be uncomfortably forced to participate in tea parties. He will beg MC to join him as he doesn’t really know what to do lol he can only sip pretend tea and wear a crown for so long. However MC gets distracted and leaves Lucas to his torture.

Lucas will play Nintendo Switch with MCs nephew. They’ll play Mario kart all day long. Lucas will go easy on the little guy at first, but then once he hears the kids cocky attitude, Lucas will get irritated and let loose. He won’t feel bad about it either.

MCs nephew will get back at him by eating Lucas’s favorite snacks. He'll smile and watch as Lucas’s eyes twitch as Lucas can’t do anything about it because he knows MC will take up for her nephew, lol

The classic make up prank. Lucas falls asleep on the couch and wakes up to MC laughing at him. He finally goes to the mirror and to his horror, finds himself fresh beat. MCs niece will stand behind MC's legs while giggling.

As much stress these two little ones put Lucas through, he would be so protective of them. He would come running if his niece were to get hurt and started to cry.

You can't tell me Lucas wouldn't carry MCs nephew on his shoulders while watching fireworks so that he could see clearly.

MC will wake up alone in the bedroom she shares with Lucas to find him missing. She will find him asleep on the couch with her niece and nephew sleeping on both sides of him. Can you say cute?

I hope you enjoyed some of these! Thank you for letting me rant about this topic Shanay! 💛

#asks #shanaywright #uncle lucas #litg #litg lucas #lucas koh

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t0shii · 4 years ago

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% pretty hands

.! timeskip! tsukishima, kageyama (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff, not proofread, mention of food in tobio's

.! this is like a pt 2 to my other "pretty hands" post, check that one out also!

tsukishima

it was common for you to sit or lay in tsukishima's lap while he read aloud for you. originally, he wasn't fond of reading out loud for you. he thought it was weird and awkward but one night when you just couldn't sleep, you'd asked him and he agreed, saying "if it'll help you sleep.... i guess so."

tonight was one of those nights, it was storming horribly and try as you might, you just couldn't sleep. tsukishima had grown irritated at your tossing and turning, "turn the lamp on, i'll get my book." you're not sure if you should be happy he's going to read to you or upset he's only doing so to stop you annoying movements, nonetheless the do as told, the now lit lamp beside your side of the bed just barely illuminates your room and you look to your boyfriend for further instructions. "c'mon then." he holds and arm out for you to climb under and you do just that, your own arms clinging to a penguin plush he'd gotten you at an aquarium a year ago.

he'd been reading for ten minutes and you still weren't budging. he pauses and takes a breath, "you sleepy yet?" you look away shyly, your answer barely audible "...no" he frowns at this, "i'll finish this chapter then find a different book." he mumbles, adjusting his glasses. truthfully, you hadn't been paying attention to the book at all, instead, your mind (and gaze) wandered to his hands instead, they were so pretty. pale and slender, worn-down baby blue nail polish on this nicely trimmed nails from where he'd let you, to your surprise, paint his nails one night many weeks ago and a dainty blue and white bead bracelet with your initials you'd made for him adorning his wrist, to which you had the match of with his initials instead.

he begins reading again but you can't stop looking at his hand- "so as he- what are you doing?" he looks at you confused as you take his free hand in yours, " kei, did you know you have really pretty hands?" you look up at him, "well... no? no one's ever told me that." his cheeks dust a light pink as you continue to inspect his hand, "well you do. they're so soft too, and way bigger than mine, look." you press the palm of your hand against his. of course he already knew his hands were bigger than yours, it didn't take much to notice the difference. you play with and compliment his hands for well over twenty minutes until your eyelids get droopy and eventually, you fall asleep. all this time, tsukishima never knew he had such pretty hands.

kageyama

it was routine that every tuesday evening you and kageyama had a little self-care night. face masks while taking a bubble bath together, movies, and of course take out from your favorite restaurant.

bubble baths were reserved for any thoughts or concerns the two of you needed vent out and the other would comfort you accordingly so. one thing to note about kageyama is that he's a hand talker not only this but his hands are beautiful (a compliment he's received from you many times before) as your boyfriend rants on about how his coach was making him sit out of a match they were having in a few days because his wrist was feeling off, he flicks some soap in your eye. really, you hadn't meant to be so dramatic with your, "AH tobio, be careful!" and you almost felt bad as he curses at himself. "oh shit, baby i'm sorry." he blows gentle, cool air onto your eye, "is it better?" after making sure his hands were free of soap, he gently rubs his thumb over your eye, "no, it stings really bad, tobi." you pout.

even with only one eye open, you can't help admiring your boyfriends hands. how nicely trimmed his nails were with a silver band around his ring finger that you'd gotten him for his birthday almost a year ago that he refused to take off, a mole on his wrist (which he hates) and a freckle in the shape of a heart right beside it. his hands were just pretty, they weren't too large but definitely not small. you take his hand in your own two, removing from your eye, "why are you wearing your ring in the bath?" you furrow your eyebrows at him, "uhh i never take it off. only for volleyball because coach yells at me if i don't." "oh."

you inspect his hand, fidgeting with his fingers and he lets you. "you trim your nails earlier?" "mhm" "i can tell. where'd this bruise come from?" "bumped it on the corner of the dining table." "ah. did i ever tell you that-" "yes, you've told me my hands are pretty. almost everyday, actually." you giggle at him, "that often huh?" "yep." "well, i mean it every time." you mumble, kissing his knuckles, "i know you do." he retracts his hand from yours, hooking a finger under your chin to force your face up, "you're eye looks better."

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kuroos-moon · 4 years ago

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E-girl S/o

☾ pairings: ushijima x reader, oikawa x reader, kuroo x reader

☾ request: headcanons for Ushijima, Oikawa and Kuroo reacting to or being interested in/dating a girl that is kinda goth/e-girl/edgy? Like they wear a lot of black, like scary movies and video games, have a very sarcastic personality?

☾ warning/s: none

☾ a/note: not rlly sure if i did e-girls justice on this one im sorry

Ushijima Wakatoshi

• Doesn’t get the “oh, I didn’t expect girls like y/n are your type”

• Like?? Uhm, wdym it’s self-explanatory you’re just so eye-catching

• Yes, you caught the Ushiwaka’s eye

• You’re not dating or anything, let alone have started a conversation

• But there’s an impressive number of people who know he likes you a lot

• Wakatoshi’s blunt and genuinely honest for most times if not all of his life

• “You like anyone?” “Yes.” “Really? Is it that cute girl from your cl-

• “Y/n L/n.”

• Knows how much you love black bc it’s not rlly hard to miss, you wear it on you every chance you get

• And now you’ve cursed him with remembering you every time he sees the color

• You heard of the rumors that one of the nation’s top three aces likes you and you don’t believe them ofc

• Not that you don’t know you’re pretty, you love your reflection but you just reckon you’re not his type yk?

• He’s more of an admire and fall for you more from afar type of dude

• Totally stops and stare when you walk in the gym wearing a short black skirt and a black top, with boots and chains and all

• Doesn’t know a thing about fashion but damn, you’re so hot??

• Cannot hear even his own coach

• Hopes you’re not going on a date

• “Geez, y/n, is it someone’s funeral?” “Ah, Satori-chan, why are you even out of your cascket?”

• Kinda thinks you’re mean bc you’re sarcastic and his humor rlly isn’t up to your level lmao sorry but he wants to know what’s it like to actually talk to you

• So he does, once he bumps into you on his way out of the gym and you just awkwardly stare at each other

• “I like your style. Your outfit.” He says, and he is not even shy on the outside at least

• “uh thanks?” you just kinda smile at him bc ydk what youre supposed to do this is wakafreakingtoshi we’re talkin bout

• “you like black a lot.” “yeah, I do, what of it?”

• “you really look good in it. You own the color,” he says that like it’s no big deal before he walks away

• You totally crush on him after that encounter

• Basically, he doesn’t have a type. he cannot distinguish cute girls, e-girls, or any ‘type’ of girls

• What he could so naturally distinguish though, is you—his lovely darling in black—and the rest of the female population he couldn’t care less for

Oikawa Tōru

• You’re his most treasured babygirl and no he doesn’t take any criticism

• Your taste in fashion? 💯/💯

• Is maybe a tad bit too in love with your pretty boy and e-girl dynamic in pics bc his Instagram is flooded with them

• Hypes you up in your socials, in his, and in real life

• Goes for captions like: “choke me like you hate me, y/n-chan” and “step on me and I’ll apologize instead”

• He’s so cheesy but you love it :>

• Lets you pick out his clothes once in a while though you have different tastes and preferences

• You return the favor too sometimes and it’s not even a compromise on either of your parts

• You just have fun with your own things and you’re having fun in trying out things the other likes too yk?

• One thing that shortens his lifespan is when you watch horror movies together

• HOW ARE YOU NOT SCARED? Loves spending nights like this with you nonetheless though

• “y/n-chan is the ghost gone?” “yup, you could open your eyes now.” “thank g- hey!”

• Is the rare male teenager who’s kinda knowledgeable in make-up products bc of u

• He knows what kind of eyeliner you use and if he sees something kinda cool when he’s out, he’ll buy it for you

• Or tell you about it: “y/n-chan do you know this eyeliner called ***? I don’t know if it was the lady’s sales talk but I think you’ll like it”—wholesome and thoughtful

• Flexes you a lot and will not tolerate all the “Tōru and y/n don’t really look good together”

• “Right? She just doesn’t complement him right.”

• He’s childish and more so when agitated, not even Iwaizumi could hold him back

• “Oh yeah? THEN LOOK AT MY FABULOUS NAILS” flexes all ten of his fingers which you painted black just last night on your bedroom floor

• You just flip your hair in their direction and drag Toru away bc you’re too unbothered <33

• “y/n-chan back me up here, you have the bitchiest attitude towards me so let’s work together and unleash our sass on them so they shut up, okay?”

• It’s really rare for him to be that way with his fans but he’s the numero uno y/n-stanner ofc he won’t take that crap

• “your makeup and taste in clothes aren’t even half as good as y/n’s.” sticks his tongue out ✨maturely✨

• Hates when he has to play Karasuno bc you once mentioned you could imagine Tobio having the same aesthetic as you

• You also might’ve jokingly told him that “Toru I should’ve gotten a boyfriend from Karasuno, it’d be cool to tie their jacket around my waist and cheer for him at the same time.”

• Was so mad at you about it and refused to talk to you for days because he’s just so not childish at all

• “Ugh, why don’t they just change their team color to pure orange. Chibi-chan domination.”

Kuroo Tetsuro

• Already took an interest in you from what he observes is an interestingly snarky character

• Has been seeing you in only your uniform at first though but then he finds himself thinking a bit too much about you one night

• Stalks your Instagram <33

• Jaw drops, heart beats a tad bit faster, his yearning grows

• You’re so pretty. So good in black. Your poses? The whole vibe of your feed? He doesn’t know what to do with his admiration you’re just so freaking meant for him

• He gets it’s not the usual style for most girls in school, and tbh he didn’t know he’d like it so much, he just does now

• Knows there was no saving him once he starts imagining scenarios about you before he goes to bed

• This dork starts to know more things about you—it’s really cool that you play the same games as him

• Is up to date on your posts, your ig story, and your tweets but why in the world are you still not in bed at 3 in the morning?

• You just love gaming, huh? Should he start a conversation with you about it? He played that often too with Kenma

• He just can’t seem to though bc he’s nervous and lowkey intimidated

• Once witnessed you jokingly exchange snarky comments with your friends and you even flipped them off

• It’s settled then, he’ll graduate without talking to you sad kuroo noises

• You once posted a pic flexing your matte black nails on a weekend and when the weekday came, he was so excited to see them in person

• But your nails are no longer painted, and he was so disappointed bc they looked rlly attractive to him

• Voices out his thoughts mindlessly. “You removed your nail polish.”

• Everyone—including you—is surprised. Your desks aren’t even next to each other but his body was facing you

• Cringes internally once he realizes he had said it but is so surprised when you smile at him.

• “It’s not allowed in school, it’s a shame, you think they were pretty too, right?”

• He cannot function, he totally did not prepare for this—and to think he had so many nights imagining different scenarios about you.

• He was rlly popular and you thought you acted too confident; you just curse yourself for it. “Oh, uh sorry I thought you saw my post.”

• You look away, embarrassed. “Yeah,” he chuckles a bit. You cringe.

• “Black really suits you, and your nails were pretty, wish I could’ve seen them today, that’s all.”

• And who would’ve thought your relationship would bloom since then

• All because he’s so interested and mesmerized with everything about you <3

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paper-chain-queen · 5 years ago

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String Of Fate 3

Kyo Sohma X FReader

Soulmate AU

Words: 6,000+

Rating: Teen

One month, that’s how long it had been since you moved to Japan.......it felt longer than that...

You and Kyo had kept to the agreement, pretending the other doesn’t exist.

It sucked.

You felt like you must have caught some sort of virus or something because you always felt like you had a chill even though it was pretty warm outside, and you just had no appetite. Your family had asked what was wrong multiple times, but you insisted that you were just trying to adjust to your new life.

It wasn’t a complete lie

And what’s worse is that you kept staring at the red string and slightly following it to Kyo’s pinkie. You couldn’t do this anymore. You felt like you could shatter at any moment.

I need space. Even catching a glance of him hurts.

You made a note to visit the main office at the end of the day, there was no way you were going to spend the rest of the school year in the same class as Kyo Sohma. You were barely able to pay attention in class, and your notes were a mess.

Unfortunately, everyone in the class could feel the tension would, and it made you feel worse, you didn’t want to bother people with your problems. You also didn’t want the embarrassment of having them know about you and Kyo.

“I’m home....”

“Welcome home, honey. Look what I picked up; there was a sale at the boutique.” Your mother shoved a bag of various pastel nail polish colours, you picked out a pretty orange colour and then put it back.

“Thank Mom...”

“Maybe we could paint our nails together?”

“Sure, I’m just really tired right now, I’m gonna lay down, maybe after dinner?” You excused yourself and disappeared into your small bedroom, not being heard from for the rest of the night.

New day, same old, same old.

Kyo wasn’t feeling all that well, his body felt like it was being weighed down by stones and he couldn’t sleep. He was already known for being fun to tease, but his temper had shifted. Kyo had become slightly more aggressive, losing his temper over the smallest of things and had even had detention over snapping a broom in half.

Tohru watched her friends with worry, something had happened between the two, but they kept denying. (Y/N) insisted it was nothing while Kyo told her it was none of her business. That comment had caused Yuki to kick him clear across the room, but Kyo hadn’t backed down, perfectly happy to take out his frustration in a fight.

The kind girl felt at a loss with the orange-haired boy, the more she tried to help, the more he snapped. This divide had caused her to kind of remove herself from the situation but also spent more time (Y/N).

She introduced the new girl to Momiji and Hatsuharu, who were very welcoming to her, and they’d even spent a lot of lunches together. Unfortunately, this somehow led to a fight between Kyo and Hatsuharu and ‘black’ Haru came out. It was a mess, and it had made (Y/N) keep her distance from the Sohma family in general.

It was a shame because Tohru found (Y/N) to be a kind and outgoing girl who was open to all the new things Tohru and her friend showed her. She was so lovely and just had an overall kind energy, plus she was pretty funny. But something was wrong. Even Tohru could see her new friend had dropped the weight in the few weeks she had known her, and it caused her to worry.

“SO what’s carrot top’s issue anyway? Did you do something to piss him off?” Uo asked as the girls finished up lunch around Tohru’s desk. Uo was gesturing to the boy who was glaring daggers at them over the top of the comic book he was reading while Tohru was trying to share her lunch with (Y/N).

She insisted she had a big breakfast and said she wasn’t hungry.

In response to Uo’s question, which had been asked before, (Y/N) said she had never met Kyo before, and his attitude was just as much a shock to her that it was to them.

“Maybe I remind him of someone he hates.” (y/n) just shrugged as she sipped her water.

“I believe it might have to do with a strin-” Hana started to say but was interrupted by (Y/N).

“Anybody want anything from the vending machine?!?! Anything? Anything at all? My treat!” (Y/N) leapt up, and Tohru insisted she was fine while Uo and Hana told the new student what they wanted.

“Poor thing..” Hana muttered as the girls watched (Y/N) scurry out of the room.

“What do you mean, Hana-Chan?” Tohru asked, turning her attention to her friend.

“It’s not mine to tell... but she’s hurting. Fate is cruel, and her waves have become... empty and cold.” Tohru felt that Hana knew more than she was letting on but wasn’t sure if it was her place to ask. But if there was one thing she knew, it was that Hana’s wave reports were never false.

If Hana said that (y/n) was in pain, then Tohru felt there had to be something. Anything.

(Y/n) wasn’t the only one who needed help.

Tohru had noticed Kyo staring at (Y/N) these past weeks... The brunette had not been paying attention in class like she should and instead had spent her time looking back and forth between her new friend and Kyo. She noticed how Kyo would stare at her, but it... Tohru found it hard to explain, but there seemed to be a deep sadness in his eyes. But there was also longing, and then he would catch Tohru staring and glare before hiding his face.

Kyo was hurting too. But why?

“Hey! Kyon! You’re not being very subtle, stop acting like a kindergartner, if you have a crush or something, tell her rather than be a bully.” Uo scolded him, not impressed with how he was treating the newest girl to her crew.

“Wha- I Do not! Fuck off.” The boy snapped at the blonde girl, and to Uo, those were fighting words.

The two bickered back and forth, but Tohru didn’t intervene, she was trying to think of a plan. There just had to be some sort of misunderstanding. And she also had to make sure (y/n) ate something with her own eyes.

“Ah! I know!” Tohru clapped her hands, happy with her idea. It was simple, but she was sure it would help.

The door slid open, and there stood (Y/N) and Yuki with drinks from the vending machine in hand. (Y/N) stared at Uo and Kyo, who were still yelling at each other, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Soo... I’m not the only one he doesn’t get along with.” (Y/N) tried to joke as she strained a smile. Yuki shook his head at the comment and gave her his own smile, hoping to make the new student feel a little more comfortable.

“He’s an idiot (L/N)-San, like I said, just ignore him.” Yuki comforted (Y/N), he even laid a hand on her shoulder, and she tried to smile back.

Kyo’s orange eyes snapped to the two in the doorway and seeing the two together, so close just... he hated it.

“What did you say, ya damn rat!” Kyo yelled and approached the two, and his angry demeanour made (Y/N) hide slightly behind Yuki, clearly scared of Kyo and not wanting to have any more of his wrath on her.

There was only so much a person could take and (y/n) was at her tipping point.

This time, it was Kyo’s heart that felt like it cracked. He stared at her, she was looking at him, sorrow filled her eyes. She hadn’t looked like the first time she saw. No. Her eyes had been beaming with joy and hope, a smile on her face the first time she realized who he was.

Now.. Of course, she was looking at him differently. He had done nothing but snap at her and push her away, and he got what he wanted. (y/n) had been ignoring him and leaving him alone.

So why was he so pissed off?

He grabbed Yuki by his tie and pulled him forward. For some reason, he was more pissed off than usual.

“Stay away from her.” Kyo snarled at his rival. Yuki would never admit it, but this threat was different somehow, and he felt a small twinge of fear towards Kyo.

The orange-haired boy looked again at (Y/N), who now standing with the girls, that damn broken-hearted look in her eyes.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He pushed Yuki away and stormed off. He had enough. Kyo couldn’t look at that face anymore.

Kyo ran to the only one he felt would hear him out, taking off his shoes as he entered the Dojo.

Maybe Shishou could tell him what to do.

“Kyo, you’re here early. Half-day at school?” His father figure asked as moved some equipment around, Kyo quickly jumped in to take the stuff from his hands.

“Kind of.”

“We can spar before everyone shows up, are you up for it?”

“Sure...”

Kazuma tilted his head, Kyo was usually always so fired up for training, but he had noticed that something was off these past few weeks. His energy had fallen as if it been raining, but the skies were clear.

The orange-haired boy disappeared to the changing rooms, and Kazuma waited, all while wondering what was up with the boy.

It didn’t take long for the karate master to land a hit on Kyo, and since he wasn’t paying attention or kept himself grounded, he went flying into a wall, crashing into some training equipment.

“Kyo!” Kazuma rushed forward to check on him, not realizing that whatever was bothering had left him this bad.

“It hurts...”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

Surprisingly, the teenager clutched the fabric around his chest.

“I thought- I thought I was doing the right thing... but it hurts...and I..” Kyo looked at the red thread around his finger.

Was she hurting like this? He had been watching her and couldn’t but notice that it looked like she had lost weight, and her smile was beginning to dim.

Am I causing her more pain?

The karate master looked at Kyo’s eye line, and he was staring at fate’s string once more. Through the years, Kazuma had noticed Kyo looking at the string often when he was younger, they used to talk about it when he was a child. But as he got older, the topic made him angry and would often shut down when it was brought up. In fact, it had been years since Kazuma caught Kyo looked at his pinkie.

“Kyo? Is this about... Your soul mate?” Kazuma ventured.

Kyo gritted his teeth and nodded.

“So you found them?”

“.... I tried to do the right thing.” Kyo said so quietly that Kazuma barely caught it.

“Which was?”

“I pushed her away...” He admitted, and Kazuma knew Kyo well and envisioned that his adopted son had probably lost his temper on her or something of that likeness.

Kazuma let out a sigh and lightly grabbed the boy’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“Let’s talk over some tea.” He suggested and helped Kyo to his feet, and the boy mindlessly followed Kazuma to the kitchen space in the Dojo.

“Tell me about her?” Kazuma asked as he put on the kettle, which was still hot from someone previously using it.

The air was silent for a bit, the kettle softly whistling till Kazuma took it off the heat and poured the hot water into a pot.

Kyo didn’t speak till Kazuma joined him at the low table.

“I don’t know much...” Kyo admitted, feeling guilty that he knew so little, and yet you only sat a few desks away.

“Well tell me what you do know.”

“She’s annoying....”

Kazuma couldn’t help but chuckle because what else did he really expect from the boy.

“And?”

“She plays with her hair... always tucking it behind her ear and she has this silly cartoon bear on her backpack, plus she giggles at the teacher’s stupid cheesy jokes. And wears these stupidly cute strawberry earrings....” Kyo crossed his arms and started his rant. Kazuma had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep him from laughing.

“She got the Yankee into something called Doja Cat, and now they listen to music together...And in math, she’s always sticking her tongue out when working on a problem it’s super weird.” The teenager huffed.

“Sounds like you know her pretty well.” Kazuma pointed out as he poured Kyo a cup of tea and slid it over to him.

While they hadn’t spoken in the last month, that didn’t stop Kyo from keeping an eye on her. Tohru was friends with (y/n), which made it easier to learn about her. He knew that she lived with her mother and her parents that she liked strawberries and cream, and was excited to go try a karaoke room.

He knew that she was meant for him, even without looking at the string that connected them. Every time he looked at her, he could feel his heart leap, and the need to bury himself in her was always present, to completely lose himself in her eyes, her smile.

“She’s way too nice and sweet. All these perverted boys in class keep trying to talk to her and she’s too dense to realize that they’re hitting on her and it just kills me...” Kyo admitted, glaring at the steaming cup of tea,

“It kills you?”

“Yeah because when she finally figures out that they’re hitting on her, she’ll probably go out with one of the bastards and then-”

Kyo cut himself off as he really realized what could happen.

He envisioned a boy asking HIS soul mate out, them going on cute dates and holding hands and eventually, she would be far from his reach, in the arms of another man while thinking Kyo hated her.

No. No, no, no.

Kyo thought he was going to be sick, and it felt like the red string was not only straining around his finger but his throat, and it felt agonizingly tight.

It wasn’t fair, why give him a soul mate if he was cursed.

“Kyo?”

Fat tears ran down the boy’s face, but he was quick to cover his face with his hands, wishing he could run away and hide, but his father figure was quick to rush over and gave him a firm hug.

Kyo’s mind was utterly and thoroughly haunted by her. He wanted to know how she was doing, if she was happy in her new home if (y/n) would like to go on walks in the forest, stargaze on the roof, what kind of food did she like. He wanted nothing more than to know her and love her.

To be her’s. To love her and be loved.

But it was too late. Kyo had made his bed, and he was prepared to sleep in it. Right?

“I’m sure if you explained yourself a little. I’m certain she would let you into her life.”

“You’ll always be my troublesome son, I’m sure the universe gifted you with some who would love you through it all.”

“.. I’ve gotta go.”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

This day felt like it had on for eternity.

Even if he hated you, you worried about him. Where had he gone? Was he okay?

Kyo seemed to have quite the temper, and you only have seen him be a jerk, and your brain was telling you to stay as far away and not bother with him at all.

But your heart? Well, it was just a mess and wanted nothing more than to look at him and touch him and-

Get a hold of yourself... it’s not gonna happen.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you packed up your bag and was about to say goodbye to Tohru, but she stopped you from leaving.

“Umm (L/N)-Chan, would you like to come over for dinner?” The girl asked, a slightly nervous look on her face.

Maybe she’s shy about having friends over?

“I’ll text my Mom, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.” you answered, maybe it would help you take your mind off of your red string and the boy at the other end.

“Oh, but first, I gotta stop by the principal’s office.” You mentioned, there was still one last thing that might help make this whole ‘rejected by your soul mate’ thing a little easier. And maybe it would make Kyo happy too.

Two birds’ one stone, I guess.

“Why?” She asked.

“I’m gonna ask to transfer classes-”

“What! No!” She cut you off.

“Tohru I can’t go to class like this, he...” You didn’t finish the sentence, but Tohru knew who you were thinking

I don’t want to make things hard for Kyo either...

“Just.. One more day, please?” She asked as she held her hands together in a prayer position, her large brown eyes staring you down.

“.....fine.” Luckily for Tohru, you were a sucker for puppy dog eyes.

Not that another day is going to make that much of a difference.....

The walk was nice, but you were surprised to learn the Yuki was also walking with them; apparently, Tohru had started living with the Sohma’s due to some family... issues.

Soon they came to a beautiful traditional home, secluded deep in the forest.

Should I be worried?

“We’re home!” Tohru called out as she removed her shoes, and Yuki closed the front door behind them.

“Welcome home, you two. Oh and whose the cute girl? Yuki’s girlfriend.” An older handsome man wearing a kimono greeted you as you walked into the home.

“Our new classmate, please don’t be weird, Shigure.” Yuki commented and then turned to you.

“(L/n)-San, please don’t be afraid to tell me if Shigure acts out of line.” He insisted as he gave you one of his polite smiles, Shigure was very handsome, but every time he smiled, you found it a bit off-putting.

“Yukiii! Why are you so mean, you’re painting an awful picture of me.” The adult whined as he wiggled in his seat, and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the strange behaviour.

“You’re doing a fine job yourself.” Yuki pointed out as he rolled his eyes.

You held a hand to the man to shake his hand, trying to maybe not be too judgmental. You were sure he was just an eccentric being.

He held your hand softly and laid a kiss on it.

“Always honoured to meet one of Yuki’s classmates, especially the pretty ones.” He ‘flirted’ and you laughed nervously.

You felt a strange sensation on your pinky and looked down to see it moving a bit.

“Huh?”

You heard a stomping sound throughout the house, and there was a rough opening of the porch sliding door.

Bright, saffron eyes stared into yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Kyo was here, and he moved his eyes down to where your hand was being held in Shigure’s.

“Get. Your Hands. Off of her.” He growled, and before Shigure could do as he was told, Kyo reached over and grabbed your forearm. You were ripped out of the man’s grasp and were dragging you out of the house and into the forest.... without your shoes.

“Wait, hold on!” You tried to stop him but he continued to drag you through the forest.

Did he hate you that much, that he was dragging you out of the house himself...

He didn’t say anything to your protests, and finally... you just couldn’t do it and dug your heels into the ground and ripped your arm out of his grasp.

“ENOUGH!!! I don’t want you to hate me... so I can switch school and you won’t have to see me anymore... I’ll leave you alone, I promise, but please... stop...” You didn’t want to avoid him but... if he was this adamant about not knowing you that he was skipping school... maybe this was the best thing you could do for him.

All you had ever wanted was a soul mate, to meet them and just... have someone genuinely need you. To have what your childhood friend had found. The love that your grandparents had. You were envious of them because...Now that you knew who your soul mate was and how against you he was... you honestly wished you could cut your hand off and let him be free of you.

Was I not worth loving?

“...Dammit.. Don’t cry..” He begged as he tried to figure out what to say next.

You kept bawling, despite his pleas not too until finally, he placed an awkward hand on top of your head, petting your head as he tried to put together a sentence.

“It’s.. It’s not that I hate you... I don’t... it’s just-- unfair to you to have me... as a soul mate.”

Your cries had turned to sniffles, which he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away and then you gave a few hiccups.

“Why?”

“I- My family.. It’s complicated.”

“How so?” You sniffled, the flow of tears getting slower.

He looked like there was so much he had to say, but he clenched his fist and turned to the side, glaring at the grass. It was easy to see that he was struggling with something. But you didn’t want him to turn you away. Not again.

“Please... I wanna know. I want to know you, more than anything. I’ve waited my whole life to meet you!” You tried to make him understand, and you reached out for his hand, and his beautiful orange eyes looked into yours.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Kyo had the softest look in his eyes, you wanted to spend the rest of your life learning about him and looking upon those bright eyes.

Then you remembered his reaction at first seeing you. How scared he was. A mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes. So maybe he really didn’t want you...

But... if he didn’t want to... then maybe you had to let go...

You released the hold on his hand, letting it slip out of your grasp, staring at the string on your pinkie. You had once looked at his with such hope. Now it seemed like a joke. Before your hand could fully slip from his, Kyo grabbed hold of you.

“Don’t.... freak out, okay?” He asked, and before you could answer him, he had wrapped his arms around you. Enveloping you in a comforting smell of freshly cut grass and something else you couldn’t quite place.

Home. That’s what it felt like. A place that you could always go to.

But it disappeared before you could blink, and you were surrounded in a mist of orange smoke and that arms that were holding you were gone.

Coughing a few times, you swatted at the smoke to make it dissipate while calling for Kyo.

“I’m down here....” You heard his voices and looked down. The clothes Kyo had been wearing were strewn on the ground and sitting on top of them was an orange cat, watching you with familiar eyes.

“...... hello?” You asked the cat, wondering where it had come from.

The cat let out an irritated sigh.

Wait? Can cats sigh?

“Do NOT freak out.” The cat spoke.... with Kyo’s voice.

A shrill scream filled the forest.

You immediately knelt down on the ground, partly from your legs giving way and the other you wanted to get a closer look.

“Ky--Kyo? Are you okay? I’m so sorry! What do I do? Do you need a doctor? I didn’t mean to!? I don’t know what - Are you alright? Are you hurt?” You were babbling and Kyo, the cat, hissed making you stop and then he took a breath.

He explained his family story, the cursed members of the family and the Chinese Zodiac and how they transformed when they embraced the opposite sex. There seemed to be something else he wanted to say, but he kept it in.

“THIS is why... I shouldn’t have a soul mate. So if you wanna walk away, then I get it..” He was staring at the ground, his cat ears flattened to his head.

You were still trying to process all he had told you, but him looking so sad what was truly made your heart start to crack.

You reached out, and you picked him and held him close to your chest, gently hugging him as you didn’t want to harm his small body.

“I still don’t really understand... but I want to. I hope you don’t mind having me as a soul mate because... I know I don’t want to go another day without knowing you.” You told him, and you could have sworn you felt him purring, vibrating against your chest.

“Plus. I love cats!” You gushed as you held him out and smiled at him. He made a ‘tch’ sound and looked to the side, but you could have sworn you saw a small blush on his cat face.

You placed him down, and he did a little stretch.

“Sooo... how do you turn ba-” Before you could finish your question, there was a loud popping sound and orange smoke filled the area.

Standing before was Kyo back in his human form.... naked.

Your eyes raked over his chest, he clearly worked out... and your eyes travelled down.

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO LOOK AWAY!” He yelled, his face red from embarrassment or anger, you weren’t sure.

“SORRY!” you’re entire face bloomed red and you finally scrambled to turn around and covered your face with your hands; you could hear your own heartbeat pulsing rapidly and prayed that your soul mate couldn’t hear it.

While Kyo changed back into his clothes, you tried to arrange your thoughts. You could now see why Kyo was apprehensive about meeting you.

A family curse that keeps him from being able to hug you. How cruel...You imagined that he was also scared of you rejecting him for his curse. You weren’t the only one who had feared rejection.

“Come on, pervert, let’s go back.” A small pat on your head brought you out your thoughts.

“I-! I’m not a pervert!” You defended yourself as you looked up at him, and he rolled his eyes and smirked at your glowing red face.

“Sure.”

“I’m not!” And he just laughed, and your heart skipped a beat. He held out his hand to you, you tried to glare at him for laughing at you, but you imagined it came out pretty weak. Your hand took hold of his, and he pulled up from the ground.

Is it silly to think about how perfect my hand fits in his?

The walk back to the house was pretty quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. When you made it back, Tohru was eagerly waiting on the porch and gave a big smile at your return.

“Oh? Kyo’s growing up so fast! His first girlfriend. I never knew you were into foreign girls, Kyo-Kyo.” Teased the dark-haired man you had been introduced to before but couldn’t remember his name.

Kyo stood in front of you, blocking your view. Or maybe he was blocking the man’s view of you.

“Keep your damn eyes away from her, shithead.” Kyo nearly growled, and then he turned to you.

“If he does anything, you let me know, and I’ll kick his ass.” He mentioned as if it was nothing, and you could hear the man whining about Kyo being cruel.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Dinner had come and gone, it was surprising how easily the new friend just seemed to fit right in. Though Tohru made it easy to make the girl feel welcomed.

Kyo watched as the girl at the other end of his red string spoke excitedly with Tohru about the differences between her home and Japan while they drank tea.

“So you found her, huh?” Shigure asked quietly as he cooled himself off with a blue paper fan.

“It’s none of your business...”

“I’m happy for you.”

“Tch”

Kyo still had a lot to think about. (Y/N) just thought that him changing into the cat was the whole curse, but there was still a lot she didn’t know.

(Y/N) laughed at something Tohru said and then looked over at Kyo, smiling, and Kyo felt his heart skip a beat.

“Did you really crash through the roof of Tohru’s room?” She asked, and Kyo groaned.

“It was fine, though! No one got hurt!” Tohru insisted, now worrying that she had embarrassed Kyo in front of Y/N.

“Alright! Enough. We’re outta here.” Kyo grabbed the girl before anyone else could tell her embarrassing stories and led her out of the house.

She called out a goodbye to the household, thanking them for having her and thanking Tohru for the delicious dinner.

“I’m walking you home.” Kyo told you as he slipped on his shoes.

“I don’t want to trouble you or-”

“It’s gonna be dark soon, okay?! But don’t get used to it.” Kyo told you as he again took you by the hand and led you off.

“.... Do I even want to know?” Yuki asked as he let out a sigh, and Tohru just giggled.

“Oh! I think this means that (y/n)-San might stay in our class!” Tohru remembered what (y/n) had said earlier after school, but hopefully she had changed her mind.

“huh?”

“ah nothing.” Tohru waved her hands frantically as she hoped no one would ask her anything more.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Kyo had let go of your hand when you excited the forested path, and you were slightly leading the way, neither one of you knew what to say, your relationship had taken a 180 in a matter of hours, and it still felt.... strange.

As you walked, you looked over and noticed something the empty red swing set.

“Oh can we? Please?” You were already dragging him over to the empty playground.

“The swings?” Kyo asked as he crossed his arms and watched as you excitedly sat down and smiled up at him.

“Yeah, Just for a bit, please?” You asked, and Kyo rubbed the back of his neck, looking like he was having some sort of internal argument before he let out a puff of air and sat down on the swing beside you.

You pushed yourself off and started swinging back and forth.

When you looked over, you noticed that Kyo was barely moving, just watching you.

“Aw come on. You’ve been on the swings before, right?” You asked as you whizzed past him on the swing.

He just kind of scoffed and looked down, muttering something that you couldn’t quite catch.

You jumped from the swing when it was mid-air and made your way behind Kyo.

“What- What the hell are you doing?” Kyo panicked as you put your hands on his back.

“Just giving you a little push.” You promised and did just as you gently pushed him forward before stepping out the way.

“And you pump your legs to keep it going.” You instructed.

“I- I know how to swing!” Kyo yelled as he awkwardly and little off time swung his legs back and forth to make him go higher. He kind of looked like an angry child as he concentrated on the act at hand, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing to watch as he tried to find a rhythm.

You only smiled and got back onto your own swing, pushing yourself off and enjoying the small rush of the wind flowing your hair back and forth.

Soon you and Kyo were in perfect rhythm as you two enjoyed the swing set.

“Have you ever jumped off a swing?” You asked, remembering a little game you and your friend back home used to play.

“That move you pulled earlier?”

“Yeah. Wanna try?” You asked but be stayed quiet.

“Come on, we’ll make it interesting!” You tried to bait him.

“How so?”

“How about, whoever lands the farthest...... the loser has to buy them something from the vending machine at school tomorrow?” You proposed, and you could see something in his eyes come alive.

“Your on.” Kyo smirked, his competitive side coming out, and you felt a jolt go up your spine.

“Okay... one” You two swung, both smiling in anticipation.

“Two....”

“Three!” And you and Kyo let go of the swings and pushing yourselves forward, hoping to make a somewhat soft landing.

“OOf.” You landed on your feet and then fell back onto the woodchips.

Kyo had also fallen back, but his feet landed a bit ahead of you.

“Huh... I thought cats always landed on their feet.” You couldn’t help it, and he glared back at you.

“Ha Ha, very funny. I won. You owe me a drink.” Kyo said as he got off and dusted himself off.

“Boo, fine.” You accepted defeat, and a hand with a red string attached to the pinkie reached out to you.

“Come on, it’s dark out already.” Kyo asked as he helped you up and held your hand the rest of the way, a comfortable silence falling between you two.

It didn’t take long to walk to where you’re home was, Kyo walked you right to the door of your Grandparent’s apartment.

You fidgeted with your keys as you told him goodbye, nervously tucking a peice of loose hair bhind your ear. A part of you worried that this was all a dream and you would wake up and Kyo would still be glaring at you in class. You thankied him for walking you home and telling Kyo that you’d see him tomorrow and buy him that drink you owed him.

As Kyo looked down at your form, he couldn’t stop the feeling of butterflies flying around in his stomach as he looked from your bright eyes to your lips. He took a deep breath, hoping this wasn’t a mistake.

“Maybe we could have lun-” Kyo cut you off, his hand cradling your face and turning your head up as he leaned in, his lips crashing into yours. Once you realized what was going on, you leaned into him, careful to not make him transform but gripping the front of his shirt as your lips melded with his.

Kyo couldn’t think straight. Everything became hazy, and the only thing in focus was him and you. And Kyo realized that you were the only person that he wanted to kiss for the rest of his life. You were a gift. Kyo wanted to laugh and cry. He felt so lucky he had found, or you had found him, but he was also terrified of losing you.

He wanted forever with you.

When you two parted, you couldn’t help but whisper out a small ‘wow’ and that you were sure that Kyo didn’t hear... but he did and laughed while scratching the back of his neck, a small blush on his cheeks that matched yours. Neither wanted to make the first move to leave, finding warmth in the other presence.

“Night.” Kyo finally gave in as he heard the night crickets and realized how late it had gotten.

“Goodnight, Kyo.” You smiled up at him, and he leaned down again, giving a quick kiss before finally leaving.

You opened your apartment door and as you closed it behind you leant back, holding your bag to your chest as you let out a small squeal. You felt as if you were floating, and the only thing keeping you from flying into the atmosphere was the red string connecting you to the handsome orange-haired boy who had given you your first kiss.

You just looked forward to all the days to come. Even if your soul mate had ‘complications,’ you looked forward to every day you would get with him.

“Welcome home, honey.”

“Hey Mom, can we paint our nails tonight?” You asked, unable to erase the giant smile from your face as you thought of the tangerine orange nail colour that you wanted to get your hands on.

Kyo had gotten straight to the roof when he had gotten home, looking up at the stars, his heart still hammering in his chest, and his cheeks were starting to hurt from the smile on his face.

The cursed boy knew he would have to put up a fight against his family to make this work, but he felt like a new fire had been lit, and he realized just how much he could miss out on, and he didn’t want to miss out on this chance.

He had grown up glaring at the red string around his pinkie that was on the same hand of his prayer beads as if it was mocking him. But now when he looked at all, he was your face, and it was beautiful, a warm feeling blooming from his chest at the very thought of you and your smile

.-.-.-.-.-.-

“...... What the hell.” Uo spoke as she watched (y/n) and Kyo at the vending machine, joking around and smiling as (y/n) put her money in and let Kyo pick something out, they were also standing awfully close.

“Do you know what’s going? Did Kyo finally confess or something.” Uo asked Tohru, who was watching with a huge smile on her face.

“Oh I don’t know! I think it was all just a misunderstanding.” Tohru insisted, pure joy filling through her as she watched her two friends. Yesterday the two seemed so burdened but now they looked like they had little to no care in the world as they walked side by side, their pinkies lightly touching before shyly interlocking.

A silent promise made between two fated souls.

#kyo sohma #kyo sohma x reader #furuba x reader #fruits basket #fruits basket fanfiction #soulmate au

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crqstalite · 4 years ago

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do it for us. [mind blind]

HA yes I’m back again. With, unsurprisingly, more angst for Carmen Wiseman. Sort of sequel to do it for them, where Carmen gets some actual emotional help. Sort of.

carmen wiseman (they/them pronouns) + nick wiseman + salome alavidze. chapter 5 spoilers. words: 1,784

Black polish? Really button? Not even a little color?

Carmen groans, while Sally paints their last pinky toe black. No, they’re happy with the pitch black instead of something brighter. Matched their soul at least. The whiskey’s bitter while they sip out of it from a mug, and Nick had already berated them over drinking it, but at least it’s a good indicator of just how well they’re coping. They could’ve gone for the really hard stuff.

That’s not comforting, at all.

Comforting or not, no one said you had to comment either, Carmen thinks back before taking another sip out of the cup, the amber liquid burning the back of their throat, but otherwise numbing the sharper edges at the back of their mind. They’re better than they were when they were first in the hospital, sitting next to Nick’s bed with guilt drowning them like a tidal wave, but that didn’t mean that their emotions were making it any easier to process what was going on. Everything since then has been a blur. The Pollard Five is a welcome surprise, but something about it feels so...wrong. Like they don’t deserve it. Like they lost far too much to get it.

They’re not even sure they want it anymore, not after everything that’s happened.

At least have fun with Sally, after the days you’ve had, you deserve it. Though, you don’t have to be drunk to do it either, Nick responds back. His tone is getting testy, that much they know and it hurts them a little. He didn’t like them drinking, even when he was corporeal. Still, Button, it’s okay not to be okay. This isn’t my favorite situation either. But having an alcohol addiction as a newly minted adult and trainee MIV isn’t a great look. Or healthy.

I didn’t ask you for your opinion, Nicholas, They respond, their hands quivering when Sally hands them the remote. It isn’t as if one glass of whiskey was going to turn them into an addict, but they can’t really say they don’t like the taste. Better than what they’d had earlier at the cafe at least.

Fine, fine. I’m only saying, Nick answers.

Sally’s asking which movie to watch, maybe about Glitch in between titles.

Glitch.

Their cheeks warm at the thought of the man who’d held they in his arms this afternoon. It was nice. Very nice. The kiss he’d planted on their lips they’re still thinking about now. It’s the happiest they’ve been since...ever. He’d managed to loosen the tight ball of anxiety that’d wrapped itself around them for the few hours they’d been together.

And yet, when they split, they still felt cold. So cold. Their fingers are freezing, they can’t sit still. A flash of warmth flickers over their body, a cold sweat seeping into their clothes as they try to wrap their arms around each other.

Nick. Hooked up to too many machines for them count. Still. Not moving.

“Can I leave already?”

They almost left the hospital without visiting. At first, they hadn’t felt bad about the thought. They were tired, had been since then. The sirens had stayed in their head, ringing in their ears like an alarm. The antiseptic stuck to them, even after they left the hospital. All the wires, all the tests. The hushed talking, the grim outlooks.

Nick. Closed gray eyes. No jokes. No nagging them for being overly morbid.

Carmen...

It almost felt like they were watching themselves in the hospital room. They couldn’t bring any tears to spill down their cheeks like any distraught sibling should’ve been able to. They couldn’t bring themselves to want to stay any longer, like they should’ve. They couldn’t bring themselves to be the way they should’ve been, with their brother nearly dead and not even breathing on his own.

Nick. Blonde hair limp against the pillow instead of billowing in the wind when they went out together. Pale skin paler than it ever should’ve been.

He couldn’t squeeze their hand back, like when they were younger, and he would squeeze their’s to tell them that he loved them. They waited so long for him to.

Nick.

Their brother. The one who finished raising them.

They’re shaking now. They can’t get that image of Nick, their Nick, their big brother, their everything, on the brink of death out of their head. They can hear the machines again, they can hear the ambulance’s whine again.

They can hear that explosion again. Blinding, loud. Their phone had cracked.

Taking their brother with it.

A stove-in chest injury.

Trying to put the nearly empty mug on the coffee table, Carmen unfurls themself.

Nick was in a coma. And he’d just barely survived.

Instead of landing on the glass pane, it slips out of their grasp and falls to the ground shattering into a million pieces.

“Carmen!” Sally jumps from where she’d been sitting, removing her feet from the ground and turning to look at them with wide, worried hazel eyes meeting theirs, “Too much to drink?”

They feel more sober than they had been five minutes ago. Painfully so. Everything’s too clear. The TV is blinding them. The fabric of their shirt is rubbing against them painfully, their hair brushing the nape of their neck like nails.

Their toenails are barely dry. Some of it has smeared on their pant legs.

Their chest heaves before they let out a sob, tears filling their eyes and a loud cry filling the room, “I’m sorry!”

Sally looks bewildered, before carefully picking her way across the couch to wrap her arms around Carmen, “Hey, hey, it’s just a mug! We can replace it before Nick comes back.”

It isn’t just the mug. They couldn’t give a flying fuck about the mug.

It’s all their fault. They shouldn’t have left Nick with an angry goodbye, they shouldn’t have let their last words to him have been so hostile. They should’ve just taken the damn crockpot, they should’ve been nicer to him that morning. They should’ve just accepted the damn eggs and hot sauce, they should’ve been better.

They’re the failure here, the crack in the mug.

Button-

Their thoughts are only getting louder and more out of control. Their sobs only match it, growing louder and louder until they can barely breathe, their eyes burning and tears wetting Sally’s shirt.

“Carmen?” Sally asks, trying to soothe them by rubbing their back, “Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.”

“No it’s not!” They exclaim back, and Sally flinches at their tone, “Nick is gone because of me!”

“No he’s not!” Sally replies forcefully, gently pushing Carmen off of them to hold them by their shoulders, “This isn’t your fault, none of it is!”

“He’s my brother! It should’ve been me in that hospital bed, not him! He didn’t deserve this!”

Button!

Carmen only cries harder, Nick’s louder tone making them wince.

I don’t blame you for this, none of it! Whoever the hell did this, that’s on them, not you. Whether we argued this morning or over the phone call, that doesn’t matter and it doesn’t mean you should’ve taken this one for the team. You’re my sibling, and I love you no matter what happens.

I got you nearly killed!

Nick goes quiet, formulating a response before continuing. His tone is calm, but shaking just as much as their’s is. Maybe he doesn’t believe it as much as he tries to pass it off that he does, If that were the case, you’d be down at the police station. But you’re not, because you aren’t responsible. Sure, we press each other’s buttons, but that doesn’t make you the culprit for an accident that is probably the fault of some messed up terrorist, He pauses for a moment, Button, I’m still alive and mostly conscious because of you.

It’s going to be okay.

Is it? Will it ever be? There are so many unknowns and they’re scared.

Sally holds them like that for a while, until their breathing begins to slow. Nick reassures them and comforts them through the rest of it. The credits roll when they finally unstick themselves from her.

They’re a little disgusted with themselves, they don’t cry. They never do. Nor do they ever have outbursts like this. They shouldn’t. They don’t want to be here anymore, not with their eyes puffy and red and tears still wet on their cheeks that they hesitate to wipe away.

You can’t hold onto all that grief by yourself, Carmen, Nick says, It’s okay to have emotions.

“We -- you, me and Nick -- we’re going to figure this out. You know we will,” Sally gives them a sad, but soft smile, “We’re a team, remember? And this,” She gestures to the pair of them, “Is a team sport.”

She’s got a point, Nick assures them, Can’t exactly get rid of your teammates.

Carmen hates relying on people, they let her down more often than not. They hated team sports as it was.

Okay, well, you get the point, button.

They take a shaky breath, glancing at the shards of glass on the floor, “I know. I’m sorry for...everything.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I would’ve been afraid if you stayed all cool and brooding all evening,” Sally jokes, before steadying her tone, “If you ever need to vent like that again, you can. Always. I’m here for you.”

“I couldn’t put that on you. Besides, there are bigger issues now, with Aeon targeted and all, and I can’t shield you anymore.” I couldn’t burden you with my problems. Don’t ask me to. I can’t. It hurts.

“Yes, you can. And you should. As many times as you’ve heard me complain and vent, I think you’re long overdue to do it yourself,” Sally says. She squints at Carmen critically, “You’re doing that thing again where you’re trying to deflect away from the real problem.”

“What?”

“Sure, Aeon was targeted. But y’know what else? That took a toll on you. And that’s fine. The shielding issue, we can figure that out, but I know you’ve been carrying around so much of...all this for so long. Promise me you won’t do it again? I hate seeing you in pain like this.”

She’s asking a lot. Twenty one years and only know they’re supposed to dump the protective habit they’d cultivated all those years ago? Sally knew them better than anyone, she knows how they are. She knows that they can’t just change like that. They’ve never been mentally healthy, ever, and yet...

It is a lot, and I know you can’t get rid of it all that easy. Though I don’t think she’s asking for you to give it up cold turkey, Nick explains, Can you try though? Try, and do it for us?

Nick’s hopeful voice. Sally’s equally hopeful expression.

They let go of a shaky, wet breath.

“I can try.”

#mind blind #carmen wiseman #nick wiseman #salome alavidze #my writing #:)#sorry #not sorry

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hopeshoodie · 4 years ago

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do you have any headcanons for Noah?

He’s my favorite boy I love him so much I have so many thoughts about him

I adore all the little canon things about him so we can just get that out of the way- he’s great at braiding styling hair, he enjoys wearing nail polish (especially if MC painted them), and gives good massages.

I think Noah’s bi. (NOTE: I started drafting this two days ago, before the absolutely effervescent Tai came into our lives) He’s not very outspoken about it, but he’s definitely not straight. In uni he tried to go on some dates with men, but was really put off by how hypersexualized and racist a lot of mlm dating apps were. MC and Noah are wlw mlm solidarity and chaotic bi couple, and I lowkey ship Noah and Bobby if MC can’t get with him.

But building off of that, Noah’s always wanted to embrace his sexuality more explicitly, because he’s only ever long-term dated women. MC encourages him to be more open about it, and takes him to pride.Once he gets more comfortable, Noah highkey wants to try drag. MC absolutely adores how flustered and excited he gets about it, so she encourages him. His persona is a fashion queen and he’s really into kidcore aesthetics. He only performs at like one or two drag brunches, but he learns he really enjoys sewing and continues to do that well after he’d decided not to pursue drag. He makes their kids onesies and hand sews a lot, and for christmas MC buys him a sewing machine. He considers that machine to be his most prized possession.

Noah is staunchly anti-censorship. That doesn’t mean he’s pro-hate speech, it just means that he wants to keep artifacts in their proper context and hates when people try to argue they should be inaccessible. At the library, multiple times there’s been interest groups or outraged parents trying to ban certain books or in some cases deface them. Noah’s always proactive in marking potentially triggering books by putting them on certain shelves dedicated to the subject matter, putting warning stickers on the cover, and moving them to the adults section, but he’ll never remove them from the catalogue entirely. Especially for kids and young adults, he wants to ensure that they have information about sexualities, racism, British imperialism, history, and science without censoring their access. He keeps a close eye on politician’s influence on school curriculums, and always organizes letter writing campaigns and attends marches if a politician is trying to remove things from curriculums.

Build off of that, Noah’s very /very/ politically active. He’s a liberal not a leftist (which is a tragedy but alas, maybe MC can radicalize him), and he’s always been a poll worker when he can be and participated in transporting people to polling stations. He always puts candidate signs in their yard and has a very active Facebook timeline full of current events articles that he shares. His favorite news organization is Reuters.

Even though they’re basically obsolete, Noah insists on keeping newspaper subscriptions and reading them over morning coffee on the weekends. They just make him feel grounded to his community and he firmly believes in supporting local media stations. MC doesn’t mind because once he’s done the kids make crafts out of the papers.

Noah really likes navy but isn’t really conscious of it. Whenever they’re shopping, he always gravitates towards navy clothing, navy decor, navy furniture. MC picks up on it and so do his coworkers, but he doesn’t really realize it enough to be embarrassed until MC buys him a forest green suit and says “it’ll spice up your wardrobe”. Noah’s confused at that, because he takes pride in dressing well, and inquires. MC bursts out laughing and explains how she thought he knew, he has three navy suits and a million navy button ups. He always tries to but other tones after that, but it’s always his comfort color.

Noah has a really really smooth singing voice. He’s a baritone, and he doesn’t sing very often on his own, but when MC’s jamming out he loves to come in and harmonize with her.

Noah’s allergies in the spring are REALLY bad. Like eyes swelling shut, nose constantly running, headaches constantly bad. He hates it because he wants to be able to go outside and play with MC and the kids, but he tends to stick back inside to avoid feeling like death. For her part, MC tries to keep the air and surroundings inside clean, because she wants him to have a safe space.

Sweaters! Noah wears nothing but dad sweaters during the winter and I love it. I love him.

I don’t know/care if MC gets a dog or cat, but I think Noah’s /really/ into fish. He loves aquascaping, and maintaining the plants, and caring for the fish. I think it’s kind of his hobby, researching new fish and figuring out if he has the capacity to house them. They have one big tank that houses his favorite fish, I’m guessing maybe some cichlids or puffers, and if anything happened to them he would genuinely cry. His dream is to have a lionfish, and he’s super knowledgeable about invasive species.

Of him and MC, he’s the helicopter parent. Not in a bad way, he’s willing to let their kids fail if they can learn from it, but he’s always the one there teaching and encouraging them. Their kids know some insanely specific stuff because he takes them to museums and exhibits- and he actually explains the artifacts to them in language that they understand and care about. He joins the PTA and is super active in the kids’ sports (even if he’s not very sporty himself)

An absolute disaster in the kitchen, he can burn water. His dishes always come out extremely over seasoned and inedible or super bland. He tends to overcook things because he’s anxious about them being raw. He wants to get better and even takes a class once, but it’s more of his temperament than inability to follow directions that gets in his way.

#noah #headcanons #ask #litg

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buckleysjareau · 4 years ago

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everything is blue

When Evan Buckley is ten, he discovers nail polish.

In which Buck paints his nails, Eddie is flustered, and May is matchmaker.

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When Evan Buckley is ten years old, he discovers nail polish. At twenty-eight years old, thinking back, he feels like an idiot because who doesn’t know what nail polish is?

Maddie always had some bright color on her nails and ten year old Buck wanted to have bright nails more than anything. He sneaks the nail polish from his sister’s room at three in the morning, thanking God he’s always been good at keeping quiet, and he picks out a sky blue polish. Watching Maddie, he figured it would be as easy as she made it look, but the nail polish is all over his nails and fingers by the time Maddie finds him.

“If you wanted me to paint your nails, you could have just asked.” She whispers.

Buck jumps. “Please don’t tell mom and dad.”

Maddie tiredly smiles. “Lips are sealed.”

“Throw away the key?”

“Throw away the key.” She holds out her pinky and smiles when his small pinky links with hers. “Here, let me help.” She guides Buck to the toilet, sits him down, and grabs nail polish remover from the cabinet.

“You still want this color?” Maddie smiles as she holds up the Essie bottle.

Buck grins. “Yeah, it reminds me of summer.”

When Maddie finishes his nails, he’s beaming. He’s wanted to have pretty nails since he saw Maddie’s glitter polish collection.

“Alright, Evan, time for bed. You better get up tomorrow when I wake you up for school.” Maddie warns.

Buck just rolls his eyes. “Yes, mom.”

The next day, things go from good to bad within a second. He’s reeling, so happy and loves the color of his nails and he feels like nothing can take it away. Until something does take it away.

That something being Logan Hawk. He’s always had a problem with the sixth grader, he thought he owned their grade school and even at ten years old, Buck wanted to punch the asshole out of him but because he’s little wimpy Evan he won’t.

“You a queer or somethin’, Buckley?” Logan grabs Buck’s hand and examines the blue on his nails. “Huh? Use your words, queer.”

He doesn’t remember doing what he does next, and he hates that he doesn’t remember it. He’d love to remember finally punching Logan Hawk. He does however remember his parents coming in to take him home for being suspended.

He remembers the entire ride home, his dad’s yelling loud enough to hurt Buck’s ears. Madeline is going to pay for letting you use her nail polish. Doesn’t she know it’s only for girls? No son of mine is gonna be a queer, you hear me? As soon as we get home, wash that shit off your nails, Evan. If not, there will be hell to pay.

That was the first and only time he’d painted his nails. Now at twenty-eight, a little more than drunk, he doesn’t hear Logan’s voice or his dad’s as he feels the need to paint his nails a pretty color. Or colors, more than one color would be exciting.

He picks up his phone and dials the one person who he knows isn’t at work and would have nail polish. “Hey ‘Thena.”

“What’s up, Buckaroo?” He hears the amusement in her voice and grins.

“Will you come over and paint my nails?”

“Paint your nails?” She tries to clarify.

“Yeah, I really want to paint them but I have none and I’m really shit at it. Can you bring nail polish?”

“You’re lucky I love you, Buckaroo.”

Buck feels like there’s sunshine coming from his heart and lighting his whole apartment. “Awwwww, ‘Thena, I love you too.”

The phone hangs up and ten minutes later, Athena is letting herself in with the key he gave her after he’d fallen down the stairs trying to get to his bed in his cast. She’s got a small bin in her hand, full of colors and glitter, and Buck is beaming.

“Should I be concerned that it’s only eight at night and you’re this drunk?” Athena raises her brow and crosses her arms and Buck thinks it’s so motherly, he wants to cry.

“I’m not that drunk.” He pouts. “Can I see the colors?”

Athena snorts. “Knock yourself out, kid.”

He sets aside a silver nail polish and continues to look. He does the same thing with the pink, and when he finds the exact shade Buck used when he was ten, he grips it in his hand and places it near his chest. Athena’s looking at him weird, but really, Buck couldn’t find it in him to be embarrassed about it.

“Can you do these three colors?”

“I sure can. Can you get me a paper towel and some tissues?”

Buck does as she says and gets comfortable on the couch when he gets back.

It’s quiet for a minute as she carefully does the first coat of pink. When she’s done, she reaches for his other hand. “Don’t touch those, they’re not dry.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” He snorts.

Athena fondly rolls her eyes. “So what’s with the sudden urge to have your nails painted?”

“It’s not sudden. I’ve wanted to paint my nails since I was ten. It didn’t go well the first time I did it, so I haven’t since. But a school bully and my asshole of a father aren’t here to tell me I can’t. Fuck toxic masculinity.” Buck is honest when he’s drunk, he’ll spill his deepest darkest secrets and not remember doing it the next day. He hates that but, here he is, still drinking and still spilling secrets.

“Well, I’m sorry it didn’t go as well the first time, but I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to trust me to paint them for you.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Buck whispers dramatically.

“You can tell me anything.”

“I love Eddie so much it’s starting to hurt.” He pauses. “Do you think he’ll like my nails?”

Athena smiles. “He’ll love your nails. Maybe you should end the hurt and ask him out?”

“He’d never say yes to me.” He sighs miserably. “But, hey, let’s not focus on my breaking heart. Let’s focus on happy things because my nails already look good.”

Athena’s about to respond when her phone cuts her off. “May’s Facetiming. Probably to ask where her nail polish is.” She laughs.

“Answer, answer, I wanna tell her she has amazing taste in nail polish.”

“You’re a child, Evan Buckley.” She rolls her eyes but answers the phone. “Hey, May.”

“Where did all the nail polish go?” The tinny voice has Buck laughing. “Is that Buck?”

“Hi, May! I’m holding your nail polish hostage, is that okay?”

He sees May laugh. “Normally when someone is held hostage, it’s not usually okay with the other person. But, yes, it’s fine.”

Buck holds up his right hand, which is completely done. “Look how pretty.”

“I see you used my sky blue Essie.” She grins, holding up her own hand with the exact shade.

“I wore that shade when I was ten!” He giggles. “I was so happy to find it in here. You should paint my nails, too, one day!”

May giggles. “I’ll be there. I gotta study, bye Buck, love you mom.”

Buck wakes up the next morning to his alarm. The night before rushes back to his mind and he looks at his newly painted nails. He loves them, but now sober, he hears Logan and his dad. He can hear Eddie saying something bad, even though if Buck were being rational, he knows he never would.

He notices a note on his bedside table, a glass of water and two Advil next to it.

Remember what you said. Do what makes you happy. - Athena.

He hates that Athena knows him so well, but he holds the note to his chest and counts to ten before getting up to shower.

The drive to the station is silent. He looks down at his nails every so often and holds onto the feeling of not caring. He gets to the station and smiles at Hen as he walks to the locker room. He changes, grabs a cup of coffee and sits down at the counter before anyone notices his nails.

“I like the colors.” Bobby grins. Buck lets out a huge sigh of relief.

“Me too.”

“You painted your nails?” Hen raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Actually, Athena did.”

Clash.

They all turn towards Eddie, who dropped his mug filled with hot coffee, as he stares at Buck’s nails.

“What? Can’t a guy paint his nails?” Buck’s entire face is red under the stare of his best friend.

“I- I- uh- you- I love your nails.” He's stumbling with his words and Buck is as big of a mess as he is so he refuses to talk. He smiles and grabs a broom, starting to sweep up the broken glass as Eddie continues to stare.

“Eddie, take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Chimney snorts.

Eddie doesn’t have a chance to quip back before the bell rings. A pileup on the 405, two major injuries, no fatalities. People really need to learn how to drive.

When they arrive at the scene, Buck follows Eddie to the first car to check on the driver.

“Sir, I’m Buck and this is Eddie, we’re here to get you out.” He starts. “What’s your name, sir?”

The man is about to reply before his eyes land on Buck’s nails and suddenly he feels self conscious.

“Only pansies and girls paint their nails. Go help someone el-”

Eddie cuts in. “Who says nail polish is only for girls, huh? Is there a rule book somewhere that says it in writing?”

It makes you happy, don’t let them ruin it for you. There doesn’t have to be a reason to be happy because your nails are painted. I am happy.

Athena’s voice repeats in his head as Bobby walks up.

“Is there a problem?” He has the jaws of life in his hand, so Buck figures Eddie must have asked for it when Buck spaced out.

“No, sir.” The asshole answers.

“Good.”

No one else bothers Buck about his nails after that. It’s been a week and Eddie is acting weird around Buck, ten times more clumsy than usual. May says it’s because he’s so flustered around him that he’s acting this way. Buck calls bullshit.

“What’s Eddie’s favorite color?”

“Red.” He answers before May can really finish the question. She rolls her eyes but takes out the red nail polish. “May, I’m gonna match the firetruck.”

He can hear Bobby laugh from the kitchen and sees him peeking out. “I think Eddie would love that.”

May hums in agreement.

“You know, I’m not painting my nails for Eddie.”

“You’re not painting your nails, I am.” May laughs when Buck grumbles. “I wasn’t painting my nails for Darius but this red here got me a second date, so trust it.”

Buck rolls his eyes. “Still mad I didn’t get to give him the shovel talk before Bobby.”

“That would have been one too many shovel talks though. Between mom, dad, and Bobby? He would have walked out for sure if you gave him one.”

Buck snorts. “If he walked away because of an extra shovel talk then he deserves the shovel talks.”

“Alright, alright, we’re not talking about Darius and me. We’re talking about you and Eddie.”

“Were we?”

“Yes.” Bobby, Athena, and May say in unison.

“That’s funny because there is no me and Eddie.”

“Whatever you say, lover boy.” May quips as she paints the pinky. “All done.”

“You staying for dinner, kid?” Bobby asks as Buck stands.

“Wish I could but Eddie and I are taking Christopher to the skatepark.” He rolls his eyes when he receives identical looks from Athena and May. “Has anyone ever told you how creepy it is how much you look alike?”

“Every day.”

Buck can’t really point out why he felt so nervous driving to Eddie’s house. Eddie had no issue with Buck wanting to paint his nails, he wasn’t mad, he was just...acting weird.

So why does today feel life changing? He’s hanging out with Eddie and Christopher like he does every weekend. There should be nothing different in the way he feels but there is and Buck can’t tell if it’s his anxiety or something is going to happen.

He knocks on the door when he gets there. He never usually knocks but somehow this time, it seemed appropriate to knock instead of walking in.

“Since when do you knock?” Eddie asks in lieu of his normal greeting.

Buck only shrugs in response. “You guys ready?”

“Not quite. Chris still needs to finish his homework.”

They’re walking into the kitchen when Buck spots a lot of dark blue stains on a dish towel. He looks over and sees the nail polish and Buck can’t seem to function. He just looks back and forth between Eddie and the nail polish.

Eddie looks sheepish. “Uh, yeah, I tried to paint my nails. Not as easy as Shannon made it look.”

Buck doesn’t answer. He feels like he lost all ability to function.

“Buck? Did I break y-” Buck’s lips are on Eddie’s before he gets the chance to finish his sentence. Eddie is kissing back, cups Buck’s jaw in his hands and Buck mirrors his movements. His heart is beating out of his chest, he can’t believe this is happening, thinks maybe it’s an amazing dream and he’ll wake up and be ten years old again but he prays to stay in this dream as long as possible.

They break apart for air.

“Wow.” Eddie breathes. “If I knew painting my nails would have gotten you to kiss me like that, I would have done it way sooner.”

Buck feels like he’s about to choke on his own spit. “I- you- what?”

“I you what?” Eddie smirks. “By the way, love the red.”

“I guess May was right then.” Buck sighs. “Since we’ve got time, maybe painting someone else’s nails is easier than painting your own?”

“What was May right about?”

“That the red would get me a date?” He smiles innocently.

“Funny. She said the same thing when I borrowed the blue from her.” Eddie laughs and the two look at each before laughing, realizing May set them up. “She gave me the shovel talk, you know.”

“That girl is a carbon copy of her mother, I swear.” Buck laughs. “So how about that date?”

“I’ll pick you up Friday at eight.”

“Don’t be late.” Buck winks.

“Are you talking to yourself?”

“Rude!”

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 #buddie fic #may grant #my fics

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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1026

Do you like bacon? I’m not as wild about it as I used to be, but I’m still definitely into the whole put-bacon-on-everything schtick and I have no problem trying out novelty items that put bacon in donuts, or oatmeal, or cake, or whatever it is haha.

Have you ever wished for something to come true and it did? I mean, yes. It’s ranged from something as simple as “I wish it rains today,” to something as big as wishing that the person I like liked me back.

Do you like Rammstein? I’m familiar with the name but I’m not necessarily a fan.

Do you know a friend of a friend? Yes. I used to drink with Angela’s friends from arki. We never ended up being close but they were always great people to have a few drinks with.

Do you smile for no reason? I usually smile for a reason.

if somebody paid you a million dollars to get a green mohawk would you? Sure. I only stay at home anyway and that makes this whole thing not that big of a deal, honestly.

Ever had a BLT? Did you like it? It’s too basic a sandwich for me, but I wouldn’t turn it down if it were the only option available. I’d still remove the tomatoes, though; I never liked those in my burgers or sandwiches.

Are you in College? Not anymore; I graduated a few months ago.

Have you ever been to a State Fair? We don’t have those here, first of all because we don’t have states haha.

Do you like Youtube? I enjoy a number of YouTube channels and I certainly visit the site everyday, but I don’t like the way the corporation itself runs their website. It’s since become very different from what YouTube used to be.

If so whats your favorite channel? At the moment it’s Good Mythical Morning, but I also have a number of other subscriptions like BuzzFeed (for their Worth It series), First We Feast, Try Guys, PewDiePie, Anthony Padilla, Anna Park, a couple of channels dedicated to pro wrestling, some eating ASMR channels, among others.

Do you enjoy compulsively cleaning electronics? Can’t say I do.

What is your favorite small dog breed? Are beagles considered small dogs? I love them.

Do you smell bacon cooking? Nopes but I do have a dark chocolate macadamia cookie from Starbucks beside me that I can faintly smell.

Have you ever bitten anything for any unknown reason? What was it? I like biting on straws, but that’s about it I think.

Do you like the movie "The Master Of Disguise"? I don’t think I’ve heard of it before.

What is the closest thing to you thats red? A paper bag under my desk that holds all the artsy stuff I’ve bought over the years, like my coloring books and paintings.

Have you ever gone into a toystore just to play with the toys? That’s always made me feel like a freeloader haha, so I never go to toy stores just for that purpose. I’d sometimes play with whatever exhibits they have, but I make sure to go through the different toy sections too.

When was the last time you went through a Mcdonalds Playplace? Maybe when I was 5 ot 6 maybe? I went to Burger King’s playground way more often since we dined there more. Also, there were always fewer kids so it was more fun to play there.

Do you have an annoying dog? Cooper’s a beagle, who are notoriously big balls of energy, and so there are days I just can’t keep up with his energy and for those moments I do have shorter patience with him. It’s really not his fault, though.

What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over? I was never into comic books. I tried for a long time because my two favorite wrestlers are into them, but just couldn’t jump on that train.

Do you like kids pop-up books? Loved them as a kid but I was never obsessed enough to have them for my own. I was content reading pop-up books in the school library.

Does anybody else think bugs are cool and interesting? I’m sure there are tons of people out there, but not me.

What kind of toothpaste do you use? Colgate.

Do you own a pair of striped socks? I don’t think so, no.

What is the most random thing in your bedroom? An inflatable pig.

In a normal conversation do you slip out Latin? LOL no. I don’t think I’ve done that before, unless I was singing something in Latin on purpose.

Can you sing? No. I’m not tone-deaf, but I’m not anywhere near decent either.

If so, what is the highest note you can reach? -

Have you ever been to the cream cheese capital of the world? I don’t know which one that is.

Was this survey random? Enough for me to have a good time with it, yes.

Have you ever been in a parade? I’ve been to several Pride marches if they count.

What is your mothers, mothers maiden name? I don’t actually remember haha, so I wouldn’t be able to share it anyway. It’s a very Chinese-sounding name, though; that much I can share.

Do you have a different hairstyle? No. I just have bangs, which a lot of people already have.

Am I annoying yet? I don’t feel annoyed, so you’re good.

Do you like soybeans? I haven’t had actual soybeans. < Same, but I’m sure I like food products that have soybeans in them or are made out of soybeans.

Do you press buttons just to see what they do? Hahahahahahahaha yes that’s me, I’m that person with the restless fingers.

Do you still play pokemon? I never got into the video games because I was never any good at strategy-based games, but I did play Pokemon Go for a while especially when I was in freshman year of college. Overall, I was mostly into the anime.

What is your favorite pokemon? Jigglypuff.

Have you ever put blue streaks in your white cats hair? I have a white dog, but I wouldn’t do this to him even if you gave me dog-friendly dye. Just not my preference.

Are you blond? Nope.

Does it bother you when people have a collar turned up? No.

Are your nails painted? If so, what color? If not, do you like nail polish? They’re never painted. No, I personally don’t see the appeal of nail polish for myself but you do you.

Are you awesome? I’ll let other people be the judge of that.

As a kid did you like Barney, Baby Bop, or DJ more? Wasn’t it BJ? Anyway, I liked him the most, then Barney. I found Baby Bop way too whiny.

Have you been to the Bzoink Forums yet? I just go there to look for surveys. I don’t actually try out the other features.

Does any key on your computer and or laptop stick? No.

Does fire excite you? Fuck no lmao, I’m terrified of fire.

Have you ever sung in a choir? Never.

Do you go to church? Until March this year, I had attended mass every Sunday all my life. When Covid hit, we started watching YouTube recordings at home. So yeah, no escape.

Have you ever had a theme (pirate, ninja, civil war) day? Like, in school? Yeah we had a themed day in high school once. I forgot what the actual theme was but I remember going as Lara Croft. In college, we used to go with color-coordinated outfits for Valentine’s Day, e.g. people who had dates can wear red, those who are single can wear black, those in complicated relationships can wear brown, those who had crushes but can’t have them can wear yellow, etc. It wasn’t an official rule, of course, but it was always fun for those who chose to join haha.

Can you touch your tongue to your nose? Nopes.

Have you ever been to Philadelphia PA? No. It has an amazing reputation for being a passionate wrestling city though; it’d be cool to go there and see a local show or two.

Do you think Orlando Bloom is hot? He’s not unattractive, but I just never had a crush on him.

Do you think Twilight is over-rated? At some point I think it was, but it also got (and continues to get) so much hate that I think that has since been able to balance out the initial overrated-ness of it.

When was the last time you where sick? what did you have? I had a UTI in May, which I never would’ve known if I didn’t take a urine test because all I got was a high fever that never went away. Peeing was never painful for me during that time and my kidney region never hurt either.

What is your favorite number? 4.

Look at your toes. Sure.

If you are a girl do you hate girl drama? Idk what you mean by that. I never grew out of liking gossip, though.

If you are a guy do you hate girls who prolong the drama? -

ZZZ, im tired....are you? A little, but I have coffee so I might stay up for a bit because it’s Fridayyyyyyy.

Favorite indie music group? alt-J.

Have you ever pet a monkey? I don’t think I have.

Have you ever ridden a camel? Nopes.

Have you ever punched somebody? Never to hurt someone.

Do you like cupcakes? Love them.

Orange or lemon flavoring? Depends on what I’m consuming. I like orange chewy candies, but I like lemonade juice too.

Can you sing opera? Not a chance.

Touchpads or Mouse's? Touchpad.

Have you ever been to a Disney theme park? Nope, I haven’t.

#survey #surveys

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izzyfandoms · 5 years ago

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Chosen - Chapter Five

(This is a Gender-Swapped Sanders Sides high school au)

SUMMARY: Logan Berry, Dee Ceite, Patricia Foster, Virginia Picani and Regina and Rena Prince are all 16-year-old high school students. They live relatively normal lives, with ordinary lessons and ordinary crushes and ordinary families, until one day a monster shows up and attacks them after class, and everything suddenly changes.

SHIPS: Moxiety, Logince, Dukeceit

WARNINGS: Sympathetic Remus, Sympathetic Deceit, swearing, siblings arguing, sexual implications

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game

CHOSEN TAGLIST: @coasting-on-a-wave-of-apathy @littlestr @whispers-stuff-in-your-ear

Masterpost

FIRST CHAPTER | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“And then Regina was like ‘what? I don’t have a crush on Logan!’ which is super silly ‘cos they’re so obvious and she’s told me that she likes Lo so many times!” Patricia rambled on.

“Mmm,” Virginia hummed in agreement; she was painting Patricia’s nails with a pretty, dark purple nail polish. “It is pretty silly.”

It was Sunday, and they were currently at Virge’s house, in her room, sat together on her bed.

“Yeah!” Patricia blew a raspberry.

Virge tapped her girlfriend’s knee. “Stop moving, you’re gonna mess up your nails.”

“Oh, sorry, honey!” Pat stopped moving. “Anyway, Logan totally likes her back, right? I mean, she’s basically told us. And Dee and Rena, too! They’re super-duper in love, I just wanna take their faces and smush them together until they get married and live happily ever after!”

“As entertaining as that would be,” Virge said, finishing Patricia’s left hand and moved to the right one. “We shouldn’t meddle. Let them deal with their own shit.”

Patricia tutted lightly. “Language.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Virge said. She examined her own nails – pastel blue, painted by Pat earlier – double checking that they hadn’t been damaged, though they were already dry. “You know I’m right, though. You’re always telling me not to interfere, no matter how often I want to tell them. They’ll figure it out on their own.”

Pat sighed. “Yeah, I know.” She then giggled. “Doesn’t mean we can’t still complain, though.”

Virginia hummed in agreement again, and the two sat in comfortable silence for almost a minute, as Virge finished painting Pat’s nails. Once she was done, the pigtailed girl looked over her hands appreciatively.

“Yay! Now my nails are your favourite colour and your nails are mine! It’s perfect!” Patricia giggled, beaming.

Her girlfriend gave her a small smile. “You’re adorable.”

Patricia giggled again, softly, a light blush on her cheeks. She leant forward, careful not to smudge either of their nails, pressing a kiss to the tip of her girlfriend’s nose. Virge waited a few moments, watching her girlfriend adoringly, before she pounced, the shorter girl falling back on the bed, the taller almost on top of her.

Pat spluttered with laughter as Virginia tickled her sides, the purple-haired girl grinning mischievously as she did so.

“Ah, Virge!” Patricia exclaimed between laughter. “You’re gonna- you're gonna make me mess up my nail polish!”

Virginia finally stopped the onslaught of tickling, pushing herself up so she was hovering over her girlfriend, and shaking her head to get her hair out of her eyes.

Patricia wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s neck, pulling her down to kiss her properly and closing her eyes.

Virge kissed her back eagerly, her hands at her girlfriend’s waist. Pat’s lips were soft, as usual, and tasted vaguely sweet, like strawberries – she switched up the flavour regularly, so it was always a bit of a surprise. Virge’s lips, by contrast, were always slightly chapped, as she tended to chew them when she was especially anxious, but, in Patricia’s opinion, that didn’t make kissing her any less enjoyable.

“Ewwwwww!”

The two teenagers pulled apart immediately, their heads turning sharply to face the door, which was now open. Virginia’s eleven-year-old sister, Anne, was standing in the doorway, making a grossed-out face. She was wearing one of her sister’s old black-and-grey hoodies, and she had eyeshadow smudged under both eyes – she'd never admit it, but she was absolutely copying her older sister’s style.

“Get out my room!” Virge screeched, turning red. She sat up and grabbed one of her pillows, chucking it at her sister.

Anne dodged the purple projectile and ran off, laughing. “Mom, Virge and Pat are kissing again!”

“Leave them alone, Dear,” Emily half-scolded from across the hallway, though she was still smiling pleasantly. This was honestly the harshest she ever got with her daughters. She walked up to Virginia’s bedroom door and gave the two blushing teens a slightly apologetic smile. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” She teased, shutting the door.

“Mom!” Virge whined, before turning back to her girlfriend. “I’m sorry my sister’s such a brat.”

Patricia poked her shoulder teasingly. “Don’t be mean.”

Virge rolled her eyes, but pressed a reassuring kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead. “I’m not being mean; this is just what it’s like having a sister. Ask Regina or Rena, I’m sure they’d agree.”

Pat pouted a little at that. “I wish I had a sister. You’ve got Anne, and you’ll probably have Dee, too, soon.”

“You can bond with Logan about it, I guess,” Virginia shrugged.

The pigtailed girl gasped, her eyes brightening. “Logan can be my sister, then!” She pulled out her phone, careful not to mes sup her nail . “I’m gonna go tell her, right now.”

CATS

Patricia

Logan!!!!!!

Logan!!!!!!!!!!

Logan!!!!

Logan!!!!!!

Logan!!!!!!!!!!

Lo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dee

I should’ve muted this chat.

Logan

Patricia, you now have my attention.

Patricia

Logan!

Your my sister now!!!!!!

Logan

*You’re.

Also, what?

We do not share any parental figures; how can we be sisters?

Regina

God ofc you use perfect grammar in texts ilysm

Logan

What do ‘ofc’ and ‘ilysm’ mean?

Rena

it means she wants to fusdjjkfhfjshfkldjfdkshfjdhfdjfhsdkhfksdlfhsdfh

Virginia

oops guess renas been murdered

Logan

What?

Dee

Ignore her

Regina probably just tackled her

Regina

ur right!!!!!!!!!!!

gina did take my phone!!!!!!!

but I took hers and now im locked in the bathroom!!!!!!!!

i can say whateva i like!!!!!!!

REGINA IS TYPING

Dee

Oh dear

REGINA HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM ‘CATS’

RENA HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM ‘CATS’

Virginia

using my admin powers for good

“Virge!” Patricia exclaimed, poking her girlfriend’s shoulder disapprovingly.

“What?” Virginia shrugged. “Do you want to hear everything Rena has to say about what Regina and Logan wanna do with each other?”

Pat wrinkled her nose uncomfortably. “Well, no... but it’s mean to remove them!”

“Fine,” Virge sighed. “But if Rena starts talking about sex, I’m going to remove her again.”

PATRICIA HAS ADDED REGINA TO ‘CATS’

PATRICIA HAS ADDED RENA TO ‘CATS’

Virginia

rena if you talk about anything inappropriate from either your phone or reginas im blocking both of you

Regina

I finally got my phone back!

And I agree

Pls don’t do that

Rena

what counts as inappropriate tho

Virginia

anything that would upset pat

Rena

boo!

boring

“I’m going to fight her.”

“Honey, please don’t.”

Logan

Patricia, what was it you were trying to tell me at the start? Your statement about us being sisters was factually (and grammatically) incorrect.

Patricia

Were the only people on the chat without sisters!!!!! That means we should be sisters now so were not alone!!!!!

Logan

*We’re and *we’re.

And that does not make sense.

Besides, Dee doesn’t have any siblings, either.

Patricia

She and Virge are gonna be sisters soon right!!!!!!!

And youre my sister now sorry I dont make the rules!!!!!

Logan

*You’re and *don’t.

You were the one who made this chat. You do, literally, make the rules.

Virginia

(just go with it)

There was almost a minute of no texting, though everyone appeared to still be online, and Patricia shifted closed to her girlfriend in the interim, practically seating herself in the taller girl’s lap. Finally, Logan started typing again.

Logan

Fine.

Patricia

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m going to spam you with heart emojis now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Logan

Please, don’t.

Patricia

Okay I won’t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dee

I hate to interrupt

But my mom just got a message from Remy

Apparently, she and her parents are inviting us (and Mr Thomas) and any of our parents who know about the monster shit (her words not mine) to this fancy party at her place next Saturday . We need to dress kinda fancy, like dresses or fancy shirts and trousers, as it’s like tradition or something to hold these parties for each generation of chosen ones

Mom says she can tell any of your parents who don’t know the truth that you’re all at my house

But she also recommends you tell your parents whats actually going on

Virginia

ew party

Rena

ew telling dad the truth about the monsters

Logan

I didn’t think you were one to shy away from the truth, Rena. Wouldn’t it be easier to be honest with your father?

Rena

normally i wouldnt care

but if dad finds out about all this he could get all protective and shit and try to stop us from fighting monsters and all that other ‘dangerous’ stuff

Regina

Ugh, I can’t believe I acc agree with u

Patricia

Im still tryna figure out how to tell my moms!!!!!!!

I might ask Miss Emily to help me but idk

Virginia

she would she loves u

Regina

Wait lol pat arent you at virges house rn why r u texting

Patricia

Because I love all of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RENA IS TYPING

Regina

Before you speak

Is it appropriate?

Rena

Virginia

then dont

Rena

Virginia

dee can u get ur mom to text my mom the details

Logan

Mine, too, please.

Dee

Sure

Regina

Me and rena will have to ask dad later hes busy rehearsing lines rn

Rena

acc hes probs just txting the dude he went out with yesterday lmao

he wont tell us anything bout it and got kinda awkward when we asked bout the guy he went out with

so im assuming they fucked

Regina

I hate you so much

Stop saying that

Fight me

One day Im acc going to fight you and it is going to be brutal

Rena

i will win

Patricia

Hey now!!!!!!!

No fighting!!!!!!!!!!!!

“This won’t end well,” Virge said dryly, rolling her eyes.

Patricia hummed quietly in agreement, her brow creased. “I wish they wouldn’t argue so much, it makes me sad.”

Her girlfriend opened her mouth to respond, but she was cut off by the bedroom door opening again. They both turned and watched as Emily stepped inside, giving them a smile.

“Patricia, your moms are here.”

“Oh, okay!” Patricia pocketed her phone and wiggled out of her girlfriend’s lap, jumping up and stretching. She took a step in the direction of the door, before pausing. She glanced up at her girlfriend’s mom with a slightly sheepish look. “Um, do you think at some point you’d be able to help explain the chosen one stuff to my moms? I’d like to tell them, but I’m not sure they’d believe me straight away.”

Emily’s expression softened; she put her hand on Pat’s shoulder supportively. “Of course, dear. In fact, I’m having dinner with Harriet on Wednesday. Would you like me to tell her then?”

“Yes, please! That would be super helpful, thank you!” Patricia beamed. She then turned on her heel, back to her girlfriend, and leant forward to kiss her quickly. “Bye, Honey! I love you so much!”

“Love you, too, Pat,” Virge responded softly, a little embarrassed that her mom was there to witness this, but still smiling slightly.

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ieatsurveys · 5 years ago

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14.

*taking my old surveys from my old survey-making xanga account (xspinningisfun)*

random [xspinningisfun]

What day is your favorite TV show on? I mean, I don’t really have a favorite TV show that isn’t on Netflix. What Disney movie will always be a classic? So many. The Lion King for one. After you take a shower, do you change in the bathroom or in your bedroom? I change in the bathroom. Ever bought something from mary-kay? Yes. Are you a member on a forum? If so, how often do you go on? I am and regularly. Who was the last person to leave footprints on your site? Haha “footprints.” I remember those from xanga. Do you watch the show The Office religiously? I used to. I’m still a fan. When was the last time you got shampoo in your eyes? It’s been a minute. Does it seem like a lot of people claim to be someone different? [Ex. “I never cry,” when in reality, they really do?] Uh, no. I mean, maybe insecure people ;) Do you hate it when survey titles contain song lyrics? .....no? You do you, boo boo. Do you shorten the word “definitely”? [Ex. “def”] I def don’t. Do you use the shift key on the right of the keyboard or the left? I use it on the left. If you paint your nails, do you use nail polish removal or do you just let it fade? Honestly, I wait until I go to the nail salon for them to take it off. Because I’m lazy AF. It’s also gel nails, and I just feel it’s better for them to take it off. What was your favorite snack as a little kid? Remember those mini poptarts? I feel like no one knows what I’m talking about when I mention them. Have you ever seen the movie Rescuers Down Under? Yes. Are you very much into breast cancer awareness? I mean, I support it, yes. Do you like the chips bugles? Yeah, they’re good. I don’t buy them, though. But, if they’re at a party or something, you may see me eating them. When there are billboards on the side of the road, do you read them? Usually. Do you sometimes post surveys on Facebook/myspace even though you already do it here on xanga? Haha “myspace.” Oh gosh. I remember posting surveys as bulletins on MySpace. But no, I do not post surveys on my Facebook. Do you have any specific pants that you exercise in? I mean, my workout pants.....

[xspinningisfun]

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machonachos · 5 years ago

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oh right I forgot abt aito! can we get a 1-50 on him too??

1. A little-known talent of your OC?

He’s actually a v good actor! Aito’s part of the drama club all throughout high school. It’s something that he feels comfortable in.

2. What trait does your OC like best about themself? (Eyes, guitar skills, random bird facts, etc)

He likes to think that he’s got v good taste.

3. How many pillows does your OC sleep with?

At least three, one to lay his head on and one on either side of him to feel enveloped.

4. Is your OC good at keeping secrets?

Yes, very much so. Though extroverted, Aito is a very private person.

5. Your OC’s worst habit?

He tends judge people preemptively and once he has an opinion on them, it takes a lot to change his mind.

6. Does your OC prefer tennis shoes/sneakers or flip flops?

Out of those options, sneakers but even then he doesn’t really wear sneakers. Def prefers closed toed shoes though.

7. What is your OC’s opinion on body modifications?

Doesn’t like things as permanent as tattoos but he’s alright with some piercings. Nothing too out there like facial piercings. Though he did pierce his belly button in high school, he’s content with just his lobes pierced. Wouldn’t want to make himself look weird.

8. Your OC is given a full-ride scholarship to any college they could want to go to. Where do they go and what do they major in?

He’d probably want to keep studying drama at an arts school, something specifically dedicated to theater, and preferably abroad. Somewhere European.

9. What chore does your OC hate the most?

Laundry. Hates doing it, hates putting it away even more. He’s just got so much clothes that it makes the task seem never-ending.

10. Would your OC prefer to live in the city, the suburbs, or the country?

Definitely city. He likes having as many people around as possible.

11. Is your OC a blanket hog?

Kinda. It’s not super intentional, but when he moves around in his sleep the blanket tends to get caught under him so he pulls in more of it.

12. Would your OC play by the rules in a fight or take cheap shots?

Though he does undergo training after high school, Aito’s not the best at combat so he’s likely to take cheap shots in order to end the confrontation as fast as possible.

13. Does your OC have a widow ’s peak?

Nah.

14. Happy birthday! What kind of present would your OC want?

Typically? Cash. Unless it’s something really big, he likes to just pick things out himself. Guaranteed satisfaction.

15. Something that grosses your OC out?

He’s not a huge fan of slobber so he doesn’t like dogs or babies all that much.

16. Your OC is suddenly on an adventure! Where do they go and what do they do?

Walk the streets and get a good look at things. He really likes to travel and taking in a new location is always a breath of fresh air.

17. Is there a real person that looks like your OC?

Haven’t bothered with a faceclaim.

18. Something that makes your OC laugh without fail?

Reading bad horror movies and media coverage of award shows.

19. Something that makes your OC cry without fail?

He’s cried a little after dropping something he was really looking forward to eating.

20. A obscure/ridiculous fear your OC has?

Breaking out.

21. Does your OC have any type of disability, whether it be mental, physical, etc?

Nope.

22. Does your OC get frustrated when people forget to close the door behind themselves?

He hardly ever closes the door after himself to begin with.

23. What is your OC’s first memory?

Singing a little song on Children’s Day with his preschool class.

24. Something you like that your OC would hate?

Binge eating. Anime.

25. Your OC is going into battle/on a mission! What song is their anthem?

Trouble Maker by Trouble Maker.

26. Does your OC have good or bad posture?

He stands very straight because a lengthy figure is really attractive.

27. Most despicable thing your OC has ever done?

He had a direct connection to the death of a promising young man.

28. Is your OC a conspiracy theorist?

Nah lol. Despite popular belief, this isn’t really a thing most people think about at all.

29. Someone does something awful in front of your OC. How do they handle it?

Looks the other way. He’s not gonna get involved if it doesn’t concern him. Unless there’s some sort of publicity he might get out of interfering, he won’t get involved.

30. What is your OC’s favorite drink?

Anything peach flavored. Can be peach milk, can be peach schnapps, doesn’t matter as long as it’s peach.

31. Does your OC prefer to sleep in a warm or cool area?

He likes to be in a chillier area just so that he can get snuggled up.

32. Would your OC like you if they met you?

He would at least pretend to like me which is better than most of my characters.

33. A song that reminds you of your OC?

Eros and Apollo by Studio Killers.

34. Is your OC a nail biter?

Nope! He actually takes really good care of his fingernails, often having clear coat on them or having them painted a light color.

35. What is your OC’s favorite quote?

“It’s my pleasure.” “That’s very kind of you.” “I’m so grateful.”

36. Your OC’s favorite fashion era? (20’s, 70’s, etc)

50′s American prep.

37. Does your OC get excited when they get mail?

He does look forward to getting mail because validation.

38. Random thunderstorm! How does your OC react?

Immediately running for cover and waiting it out because he doesn’t want to get wet.

39. A strange talent of your OC?

He’s got really good balance.

40. Assuming your OC doesn’t have them already, what superpower would they want? If they do already, would they change it, keep it, or get rid of it?

He’s not fond of his quirk. It binds him too much to his absent mother and makes him very cynical about something that brings most people a lot of joy. He would much rather be quirkless like his father.

41. Does your OC like/make puns?

Aito makes puns once in a while and finds them amusing if they’re clever and quick, but he doesn’t consider himself a big time jokester.

42. What kind of shampoo does your OC use?

He likes fruit-scented shampoos the best.

43. Your OC wakes up with a coin super glued to their forehead. How do they react?

Immediately goes to find nail polish remover to dissolve the glue a bit so that it doesn’t leave a mark.

44. Can your OC sleep if there’s any kind of light?

He is a sensitive little man so yeah, light bothers him.

45. What kind of self-esteem does your OC have?

Oof that cycles between very high and very low depending on the circumstances.

46. A word that your OC can’t stand?

Honestly Aito just doesn’t like when anyone has anything negative to say about him because he tries very hard to convince people that he’s perfect.

47. Does your OC fold their clothes, hang them up, or just leave them in the basket/dryer?

He leaves them in the basket a lot because he doesn’t like putting them away.

48. Would society call your OC a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are?

Society would call him a good guy because that’s the image of himself that he projects but he totally considers himself a bad guy.

49. Your OC’s most prized possession?

His villain costume.

50. What is your OC’s happy place?

He’s not sure.

#character chats #aito #the trash talks

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Sharp Nails And A Sharper Tongue (Biadore) - Albatross

AN: An idle comment leads Adore to becoming a regular at Alaska’s favorite salon and very quickly Adore comes to understand exactly Alaska returns to the same technician every month.

So I know I talk a lot about what I’m planning with future works and as of late it seems (to me) like what I post doesn’t always match what I announced previously…A lot of that quite honestly has to do with various stressors from my job sapping away my motivation to work on certain stories. I have a lot of ideas that I want to create (some old, some new) but right now I’m struggling with having very little motivation to do so. And it seems like I create a fair amount of extra stress for myself by trying to stick to a writing schedule…So I’m gonna try something a little different; even though I want to work on some of my older ideas first since they’d been on my to-do list for awhile, I think I’m just gonna follow where my inspiration takes me at the moment. So the Trixya date is going to take a bit more time to be posted but I am starting to work on it and as for the next piece I’ll be actively working on, I’m pretty sure its gonna be the magical girl AU (which will have chapters dedicated to Ravjila, Shalaska, Witney, probably Biadore, and definitely hints of Dela x Jinkx but maybe not a whole chapter unless I can come up with more ideas for them). Rajalaskam is also one that I’m thinking of picking up again in the very near future because I have almost everything mapped out just not written down yet. I’m hoping that writing that one goes quickly since I’ve spent so much time prepping the plot points already. Thanks to everyone being so patient and supportive while I figure things out!

It started with a simple lazy comment, “I should get my nails done.”

Adore was just coming off her buzz from smoking earlier that afternoon and chanced a look down at said nails. There was embarrassingly little left to be seen of the previous polish she used; just a few patches of a hideous pastel green that had been all that she could find the last time she felt the urge to paint them. It was just an idle thought, one she wasn’t even sure why she vocalized but it instantly sparked the interest of her last remaining companion from that day’s smoke session.

Most everyone else had left over an hour ago at this point, save for Alaska. Part of their routine was that once they were alone, one of them would supply an extra joint of whatever new strain caught their eye that week. Then they’d enjoy the blunt in peace, chatting the day away while they decided on additional plans for that night, mostly revolving around food options. It was a good routine since they hardly got a chance to spend one-on-one time anymore.

But that one single sentence brought Alaska back to life and immediately she was recommending the salon where she gets her own nails done at. Adore hadn’t really planned to actually move forward with her idea but seeing the sudden burst of enthusiasm on her friend’s face was slowly convincing her…and if she didn’t go at least once Alaska probably would give her no rest until she finally made an appointment…or if Adore dared to tell that she wasn’t being entirely serious in her statement that could produce one of Alaska’s trademark pouts. It was fine when said pout was directed at another person but Alaska had no problem turning it on Adore if there was something she wanted the younger woman to do with or for her.

The blonde was an expert at getting her way after all. It usually meant a good time for everyone involved but she was becoming just a little too skilled with the emotional manipulation for Adore’s liking…especially since it often times meant that she was to be forced out of lazy afternoon or a chance to sleep in as of late. Alaska liked to be active and loved to drag her friends along for the ride, no matter how much they just wanted to veg out on the couch and watch bad TV.

Pushing those thoughts out of her head, Adore refocused herself on Alaska’s fervent reviews of all of the nail technicians at her salon of choice. Though she listed each one’s areas of strengths and drawbacks, Adore couldn’t help but noticed she had yet to mention one particular worker she was fond of.

“What about the one that does your nails?” she asked with her brow arching ever so slightly.

“Bianca?” Alaska questioned in shock. “Well, yeah, she’s there, too. But…”

“‘But?’” Adore inquired, now fully intrigued by Alaska’s reluctance to recommend her favorite technician.

“She’s good, great even. God, she’s probably one of the best I’ve ever had-”

Again Adore repeated, “But?”

“But she’s not always the most…friendly. Like after awhile when she starts talking, she’s really funny but she can also be just…really fucking rude sometimes,” the blonde stated in entirely blunt manner.

Alaska’s honest review had certainly piqued Adore’s curiosity and immediately she was prodding her friend for more information. Nervously scratching the back of her head, Alaska admitted, “It took a couple months before she was okay with me. She never really said much, always just quiet and professional but once she’s comfortable with you and starts talking back…her comments can get really pointed and harsh. A lot of it is just directed at random things at the salon but sometimes…she does talk about other people.”

It was no surprise to Adore’s mind that Alaska would be uncomfortable if the topic flipped to real people, possibly even ones she knows. She never really was one to want to listen to gossip. Adore however, loved to hear it all, even if she never repeated it…at least while sober. Drunk or tipsy Adore could not always be trusted with such information. But at a salon there was little chance of getting a drink any stronger than cheap coffee.

Continuing on, Alaska twiddled with a lock of her hair as she admitted, “She might not be the best choice for your first time there…Maybe start with Alyssa or Latrice, they love to talk! You’d really like them.”

Unconvinced, Adore plastered a teasing smirk on her lips and assured her friend, “I think I can handle Bianca if you can. The appointment’s only what? Like half an hour? I’ll be fine.”

******

Approximately 40 minutes after her arrival at the shop, Adore was forced to admit to herself that she was not fine…far from it. Alaska’s warnings had been right on the money but the brunette felt like she still hadn’t been adequately prepared for what Bianca was actually like. Quiet for the most part, yes. However, Alaska conveniently seemed to forget to mention the constant look of silent judging that had begun from practically the moment she first saw Adore.

The technician seemed to be expecting someone older, more put together as Adore was led to Bianca’s station by the receptionist. The look on Bianca’s face did nothing to hide her near disappointment with her new client. She almost looked completely fed up or exasperated by the young millennial that had specifically asked for her. And then the second she got a look at Adore’s nails?

The young brunette could have sworn she heard the older woman muttering a short prayer. Something along the lines of ‘Lord, give me patience.’

Adore wasn’t sure at the time what issue Bianca could have had with her nails. She removed the old polish after all. Wasn’t that what she was supposed to do?

It was only after confiding in Alaska about the judgemental stare that she was provided some insight. The blonde’s eyes darted to Adore’s newly manicured nails and instantly a knowing smirk found its way to her lips. In a plain, sympathetic voice she informed the younger woman, “It’s because you bite your nails. Bianca hates that.”

But all that knowledge would be revealed much later. For now Adore was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, something Bianca certainly did not appreciate. The young woman felt torn between constantly apologizing and wanting to yell at the technician for making her feel so inadequate. In the end she was able to relieve some of the stress by biting her lip as she focused on Bianca’s work.

It was fascinating, she had to admit. Alaska hadn’t been joking when she said Bianca was one of the best and not just within the shop. Her movements were so precise, so well-practiced. There wasn’t a mistake to be seen and of course, she was much faster than Adore expected someone so concerned with quality to be. She made it all look so effortless though Adore could easily recognize how much care and detail went into the finished result.

Bianca’s behavior aside, she loved the work the technician had put in and she had to confess; her nails never looked better. Bianca had more than earned Alaska’s praise and the hefty tip Adore was intending to leave. Once the final coat of paint was dried Adore couldn’t help but to grin down at her nails. She absolutely loved what she saw, from the filed tips right to the glossy shade of violet she chose. Turning her eyes up to the technician as she began to clean up, Adore shot off a bright smile and murmured a sincere, “Thanks!”

Bianca looked stunned for about half a second, blinking in something almost akin to confusion before quickly regaining her composure. She returned a small grin of her own and muttered, “Anytime,” before swiftly returning to preparing her station for the next client.

Something about the behavior warmed Adore’s heart and she couldn’t help but think that maybe Bianca wasn’t as much of a hard-ass as she first thought. But reality soon set in and she knew she shouldn’t dawdle any longer than necessary unless she truly wanted to annoy Bianca again. So she simply left her tip at the corner of Bianca’s table and took her leave to the receptionist’s desk to pay for the rest of the service.

That night as she showed off her newly painted nails to Alaska, the blonde asked her a surprising question; one she hadn’t really considered yet that day.

“You gonna go back?”

“Yeah,” she mused with a lazy grin as she admired her nails, “I think I will.”

*******

About a month passed between appointments until the gaps between the edge of the polish and Adore’s nail beds were quite visible. Hardly a second thought ran through her mind as she called the salon to book her next visit. After answering the usual questions of ‘Have you been here before?’, 'What day and time were you thinking of coming in?’, and 'What are you looking to get done?’, the receiptist asked one final question that left Adore’s heart racing just a bit too much for her taste; “Who would you like to see?”

There was a slight pause before Adore affirmed, “Bianca.”

Less than a minute later she was on the books for an appointment on Thursday afternoon with the salon’s premier temperamental technician. The day of she was left anxiously fiddling with her hair in the waiting area until the receptionist was ready to guide her back to the work stations. She hadn’t really expected Bianca to remember her, not when she was still just a newcomer and Bianca already had so many other clients, but the look of mild surprise once she saw Adore did please her more than she would have suspected. There was just a tinge of relief in her voice as she noted in a somewhat abrupt manner, “You’re back.”

“You do good work,” Adore replied politely as she took her seat.

The small proud smile Bianca wore confirmed that that was probably the best answer Adore could have given. The technician nodded her head as thanks and instructed the young brunette to pick out her next shade. Settling on a deep red, Adore handed over the bottle of polish and the two quickly fell back into their new routine. This time around Adore felt more at ease with Bianca, enough that her fidgeting had died down considerably. She didn’t quite dare to try to make small talk but the silence was still comfortable enough for her. Watching Bianca work was its own form of entertainment and if the technician didn’t feel comfortable speaking just yet she wouldn’t force it.

However by the next appointment Adore’s curiosity couldn’t be withheld any longer and she made the first of a few cautious inquiries to the older woman. She began with a simple, “How long have you been doing this?”

“Eight years next month,” came the blunt reply.

That was probably the most they had spoken thus far but it wouldn’t be the last.

With every new visit Adore would ask one more question than she had during her previous appointment. Each time Bianca would answer with an unexpected amount of patience but after Adore had worked her way up to five inquires in one day, the technician finally relented and began asking questions of her own as well.

After only two more visits, they left the standard small talk aside and began discussing things of actual interest to them. By this time Adore could see that Alaska’s assessment of Bianca was right on the money; she could be quite sarcastic, pretty much to the point of being rude but it was in a manner that was usually quite hilarious. Her deadpan or off-color comments typically left Adore cracking up until the older woman was silently glaring at her so she’d sit still. It was too bad that the glares eventually stopped working on the brunette all together. After awhile she would shoot back a baiting smirk almost as if she was daring the older woman with the old classic of 'Make me.’

More than once Bianca would arch her brow at the challenge but within seconds Adore would give in and allow Bianca to continue her work uninterrupted. She had to admit, she liked the fact that Bianca wasn’t inclined to go easy on her; if Adore was acting like a brat, Bianca had no problem letting her know. She would however, make it a point to follow up her teasing with a small smile just to reassure the young woman that she was only joking.

Over time Adore found herself admitting that she’d never thought she’d like Bianca as much as she did. Her now scheduled monthly visits soon became the highlight of her week, especially since the technician had actually taken to coming out to get her from the waiting room in person. It was quite a shock the first time it happened but Adore didn’t dare to comment on it, either to Bianca nor even to Alaska. In all the time she had been coming to the salon, she never saw any of the technicians escorting their clients to their work station; it was always the receptionist that would lead them there. But then again Bianca always did seem to be one to march to the beat of her own drum, as evidenced by the fact that she never really seemed inclined to act overly friendly like the other employees of the shop. She was talented and she knew it. She had more than enough returning customers that the managers of shop seemed content to simply let her do as she pleased so long as she continued to turn them a profit.

But still that extra effort made Adore feel special and even sharing it with Alaska would almost taint that so for now she left as her own little secret. Try as she might though, she often couldn’t stop herself from gushing over how her latest appointment went. For her part the older blonde listened patiently with an amused smile and a knowing glint in her eyes. The most she would usually say on the matter was a pleased, “I’m glad you like her.”

And like her, Adore certainly did. She wouldn’t trade her appointments for anything.

Things continued on this way until about midway through one of their usual chats Bianca suddenly asked, “What made you decide to come here in the first place?”

Of course even after knowing her for only a few months now, Adore knew she meant 'Why did you pick me?’

A considering smile grew across her lips as she recalled the smoke session and careless comment that led to her becoming a regular at the salon until she finally answered with a simple statement of, “You came highly recommended.”

Bianca let out a scoff of disbelief as she continued her work and waited silently until Adore was willing to provide further elaboration. In true Adore fashion, her secretiveness only lasted about 40 seconds before she followed up with, “Seriously though, you did come recommended…kind of. Alaska always raves your work whenever she-”

“Alaska?” Bianca interrupted in confusion. It wasn’t often that she could remember her client’s names but she felt certain a unique one like that would have stuck out more.

“Tall?” Adore described, “Really toned but kinda clumsy sometimes? Smiles and laughs a lot and…um, long blonde-”

“Wait…” Bianca mused as she paused in her work for a second. The name and description was starting to ring a bell until finally a hazy image began to form in her mind. A brief look of exasperation and defeat passed across the technician’s face as she questioned, “Was she the one that always had me gluing random shit to her nails?”

“That’s her!” the brunette confirmed with a proud smile.

“Oh, my god!” Bianca muttered with an eye roll. “I can’t tell you how relieved I was when she finally stopped asking for that bullshit…I ran out ideas one time and just used leftovers from the other kits we had lying around…And she still loved it!”

“No accounting for taste,” Adore agreed with an affectionate smile despite the light jab at her friend.

Grumbling, Bianca added in as she resumed her work, “I don’t know how she managed to do anything with all that shit hanging off her nails. I’ve seen her once or twice with her hair tangled in everything before she was even out the door! My god, I don’t even want to imagine what those nails would feel like running across your skin.”

A shiver passed through the technician as she remembered all of the times her clients had accidentally scratched her as she worked on their manicures even when they weren’t stiletto-sized like Alaska’s. It wasn’t usually a pleasant experience but still one that happened all too frequently with her job. Just another occupational hazard.

“Yeah,” Adore drawled out with a reminiscent grin as all of Alaska’s mishaps with her nails played on a loop in her mind. Remembering a past conversation with Alaska’s girlfriend, she threw in a careless comment of “Well, lucky for her, she’s a bit of a pillow princess in bed…But at least she’s up to try pretty much anything so long as it won’t mess her nails though.”

There was immediate pause on Bianca’s part as the words fell from Adore’s lips. Her fingers wrapped around Adore’s hand were trembling noticeably for a few seconds until Bianca was able to get a hold of herself. Casting her eyes back to her work, she let out a near emotionless utterance of “Oh.”

Following that comment a clear wave of tension filled the room and neither woman dared to speak much for the remainder of the appointment. Not that Adore didn’t try but after a few attempts to restart the conversation were met with blunt and even borderline harsh responses, she soon gave up and felt a growing cloud of misery hanging over her. She wasn’t sure what caused the sudden change in Bianca’s behavior nor how she should apologize for it so she just kept quiet. It was the first time in months that they had spent more than ten minutes without exchanging some kind of conversation with one another.

In an unceremoniously abrupt ending, Bianca finished her work and instantly began cleaning her station for the next customer. Over the last few visits she had made it a point to wait until Adore had left so they they might talk for a few additional minutes but today she seemed to have no interest in encouraging the brunette to stay any longer than necessary. The actions hurt Adore more than she thought it should have but she couldn’t bring herself to try and speak to Bianca again, apart from thanking her for another job well done.

As usual she left her tip at the corner of Bianca’s station and slunk out to the front of the shop to pay for the remainder of the service. When asked if she wanted to set up her next appointment awhile, she faltered for just a moment before ultimately deciding to schedule ahead as she would normally. Perhaps by her next visit Bianca would be back to her usual self and this whole thing would blow over like nothing had ever happened…

*******

For the first time since Adore had begun visiting the shop, she hadn’t gossiped about her appointment with Alaska once she got home. She didn’t want to dwell on the awkward end to her visit and Alaska seemed to sense that something had not gone quite right between Adore and her technician. Though the brunette could tell Alaska wanted to try to help, Adore just wasn’t sure how to even explain what had happened or why it left her feeling so miserable. But to her gratitude, Alaska didn’t push the subject, she simply reassured Adore that if she wanted to vent, she’d be there to listen.

Adore thanked her as she always would have but deep down she knew she had no intention of discussing the visit’s events with anyone…at least not until Alaska came back from her latest appointment with a worried look on her face. When she showed up unexpectedly at Adore’s apartment, it was easy to see that she was upset by how her appointment had progressed but mostly she was just incredibly confused by everything. Adore had known well ahead of time about Alaska’s upcoming visit and debated giving her some kind of warning but ultimately she had decided against it. Part of her reasoned that Bianca was a professional and whatever issue was happening between the two of them wouldn’t carry over to another client…seems she was quite mistaken with that thought.

Completely ignoring all sense of tact and subtlety, Alaska asked point blank what had happened between the pair the last time they saw each other. Adore was somewhat coy with her answer, still not fully understanding why there was a sudden 180 to Bianca’s behavior but she still remained convinced that whatever it was had pretty much been entirely her fault…and no trace of her wanted to admit that to Alaska nor did she want to repeat the comment she had made that had probably caused this whole mess. All the same she still felt awful that her stupid mistake was now affecting Bianca and Alaska’s working relationship.

Very cautiously, Adore inquired if Bianca had said anything directly to Alaska that might provide some kind of insight as to why she suddenly became so irritated with both of them rather than just Adore. To her disappointment, Alaska only gave a distressed reply of “No, she…she just seemed angry and cold and quiet the whole time…she hasn’t been like that with me for years. I don’t what changed or why.”

Whatever it was, Adore knew she had to apologize, at least for Alaska’s sake. If she wanted to, she could always find another technician or even another shop for her manicure but Alaska loved that salon and their employees far more than Adore did. The very last thing the brunette wanted to do was make Alaska’s presence in the shop awkward or uncomfortable because she had done something careless that offended one of the technicians.

Almost immediately after Alaska left her apartment to mull over her troubling visit, Adore called the salon to reschedule her appointment. It had barely been two weeks since she was last there but she needed some excuse to see Bianca and speak with her. The fact that she was a regular did help the rescheduling process. Normally the receptionist probably would have been less accommodating but upon seeing the familiar name pop up, she was quite willing to move the appointment to the next available time slot. Granted it was much earlier in the day than Adore usually liked to wake up but if she could fix things for Alaska and maybe even herself, it’d be more than worth it.

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Only three days later, Adore arrived at the shop for one of the very first appointments of the day. As she waited for her turn she held a small hope that Bianca would come out to greet her like she’d done in the past but unfortunately it was the receptionist that led her to Bianca’s station. Adore tried to not let her expression show just how unhappy she was at the small gesture, or rather lack of on Bianca’s part, and quietly took her seat across from the technician.

Instead of their usual warm exchange of greetings, Bianca coldly asked her to pick her shade from the selection of polish. It hardly mattered to Adore what color she’d wear for the next month so merely chose whichever caught her eye first. Wordlessly, Bianca began her work and the only sound filling the room for the longest time was the light pop music playing across the speakers and the dull chatter from other technicians as they waited for their own clients to arrive.

Despite how much she ached inside to apologize, Adore just couldn’t bring herself to vocalize any actual words. It all felt so clumsy and insincere whenever she tried to think of a segue into the discussion she longed to start. She wished she had prepared herself more for this because now it felt like she had just made everything worse somehow. She was all but biting her lip as she searched her mind for something, just anything to say.

Every so often Bianca’s eyes would drift from her work and up to meet Adore’s own worried ones. The contact would barely last a second but there was a growing look of guilt on Bianca’s face with each new glance. A near silent sigh escaped her, as she mentioned in defeat, “You stopped biting your nails.”

Absently Adore nodded her head, thankful that some kind of conversation had begun, and confirmed in a small voice, “Yeah…Alaska said that you hated when people do that.”

At once Bianca’s hardened expression returned and very clearly she was biting the interior of her lip to keep herself from spitting out some scathing remark. She quickly huddled in on herself in a mock attempt at looking as though she were concentrating on her task but it was obvious that the last place she wanted to be right now was across from Adore.

The brunette’s throat constricted as she realized almost immediately that even mentioning Alaska’s name was probably one of the worst things she could have done at that point. She had to actively fight against her instincts of pulling back her hand and just ending the appointment then and there. A familiar burning sensation was beginning to prick at the corner of her eyes but she forced herself to stay put. She needed to do this, she reasserted to herself. If she chickened out now, she’d probably never be able to face Bianca again…and even if she failed, at least she would know she tried…

Her voice came out weak and hesitant in a manner almost unknown to her as she called out, “Um…hey…Bianca?”

With a stony expression, Bianca stopped her work and looked up at the young woman with something just short of a glare in her eyes. Adore’s tongue felt heavy and dry as she pushed herself to apologize, “Listen, I’m really sorry for what I said last time…That had really crossed a line…”

Bianca let out a sarcastic noise of agreement and returned to finish her job but immediately her hands paused once again as she heard Adore’s shameful confession of, “I was trying to be funny and repeated what her girlfriend told me but-”

“Girlfriend?” she interrupted in an abrupt and unexpected state of confusion. Her brows furrowed together as she said reproachfully, “I thought you were her-”

“What? No!” Adore squeaked out as her eyes grew wide and shocked in response to Bianca’s assumptions. She could feel her face beginning to heat up even as she declared firmly, “We’re just friends, we-you!”

A moment of pure clarity finally struck Adore and even more so she felt her cheeks beginning to burn. A smile that seemed caught somewhere between ecstatic and relieved stretched across her lips as she almost shouted in realization, “That’s why you were acting so bitchy, wasn’t it? You were-”

For the first time Adore could recall, a blush rose to Bianca’s cheeks as she hastily denied, “No, I wasn’t.”

Entirely unconvinced, Adore allowed herself to be consumed by a sense of overwhelming joy as she argued excitedly with the technician, “You were! You were totally jealous!”

“Fuck off, I was not,” Bianca rebutted defensively as all sense of professionalism and decorum seemed to be thrown out the window. She couldn’t even pretend that she could look Adore in the eye at the moment and instead ordered her client, “Shut up and let me finish your nails.”

Settling down somewhat, Adore didn’t even try to hide the victorious smirk that had overtaken her face as she remarked with sense of pride and finality, “You were jealous.”

Bianca spent the remainder of the appointment annoyed and practically grumbling as she tried to will away the unwanted color that had spread across her cheeks. Adore herself sat smug but thankfully silent as Bianca sped through the remainder of her work as though her life depended on it. Every time Bianca dared to look up, she found Adore already watching her with a disgustingly satisfied and overly confident glint in her eyes.

Once her client’s nails were finally dried, Bianca immediately recused herself to the employee break room. The other technicians’ eyes wandered closely after her but none dared to actually follow her beyond the doorway. Adore for one was far from offended, she actually found it somewhat adorable that a woman who typically seemed so composed and in control of herself had to rush off in embarrassment while her face cooled down. There was something charmingly vulnerable about the behavior, particularly now that she finally understood why Bianca had acted so moodily during Adore and Alaska’s last visits.

Snatching up one of Bianca’s pens and business cards from her station, Adore wrote a short note on the back of the card and left it laying in a painfully obvious position on top of her tip. She still wore a smirk as she paid for the service at the front desk and scheduled her next appointment for the following month. As much as she wanted to proudly shout it from the rooftop she bit back any vocalization indicating that she was sure she’d be seeing the technician again much sooner than that.

Almost as if to prove her point, nearly the second she entered her car, she felt her phone vibrating with a new alert. The message was blank and originated from a number not yet saved in her phone but Adore had little doubt as to who just contacted her. A wide grin that she couldn’t even try to contain broke out across her lips as she typed back, 'Hey, B.’

A mere 5 seconds passed before a second alert popped up on her screen, 'You said to text to you.’

Adore rolled her eyes as she quickly replied, 'Yeah, but it looks like you forgot the text part in that first message.’

'Cocky little brat,’ swiftly populated in the newest text bubble but only a second after Adore began chuckling at the light jab, a fourth message came through; one that erased any sort of smart-ass remark she was inclined to type back, 'My shift ends at 6…Want to get something to eat after that?’

Adore’s confirmation was sent back almost immediately and as she waited for further details from the temperamental technician, Adore found herself thinking that more than any other appointment she had with Bianca in the past; this upcoming one was undoubtedly the one she was looking forward to the most.

#rpdr fanfiction #albatross #biadore #bianca del rio #adore delano #alaska thunderfuck #fluff #nail salon au #jealousy #tw drugs #tw weed #concrit welcome #submission #lesbian au

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nvrcixv · 5 years ago

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a narcissa black intro post

( milena tscharntke, eighteen, cis-female ) my goodness, is NARCISSA BLACK back? it’s been a while since the PUREBLOOD has been around the castle, but I’d recognize HER anywhere. rumor has it the FIFTH YEAR spent the years aligned with the NEUTRALS. but I hear they’re still DUTIFUL & ELEGANT and SEVERE & CONTRADICTORY. and the SLYTHERIN still reminds me of a mist of overwhelming perfume, the gentle clatter of fine dishes breaking a tense silence, the awed quiet that fills every corner of a museum, a lump catching in a dry throat, an ornate frame distracting from a dark themed painting, and lips plump with an unnatural red. well, then, I guess some things never change.

hey, hey, you guys! i’m alex and i’ll be bringing narcissa here. i’ve been rping on tumblr for a long time, marauders era has always been my favorite. i have a lot of passion for strong, bad bitches, they’re my jam. so i’m excited to play ice queen narcissa. i’m down for all sorts of plots, especially stuff that springs up organically. mostly because i’m a terrible, disorganized mess of a planner. i’m a bartender, so weekends can get busy for me, but lbr i’m always lurking on mobile.

you can contact me on here in those dms, or my discord is @ alex //#7484

character inspiration: sansa stark (got), eleanor young / astrid leong-teo (crazy rich asians), amy march (little women)

check out her ( pinterest )

whelve: (v.) to bury something deep; to hide

the positive (+): dutiful, elegant, meticulous, thoughtful, subtle, self-assured, immovable, proud, practical

the negative (-): severe, contradictory, deceitful, vengeful, cold, bitter, haughty, petty, narcissitic

aesthetic inspiration: a mist of overwhelming perfume; the gentle clatter of fine dishes breaking a tense silence; the awed quiet that fills every corner of a museum; a lump catching in a dry throat; an ornate frame distracting from a dark themed painting; lips plump with an unnatural red; the gentle clink of pearls; lipstick smudged on the lip of a teacup; thickly gilded frames; delicate fingers brushing aside wisps of hair; pointed heels abandoned at the bottom of a staircase; forced laughter through painted lips; a paintbrush gliding over a crisp canvas; skirts skating over cream-colored thighs; half filled decanters; a thorn pricking an unsuspecting fingertip; the slow build of a concerto; hedges cut to blunt perfection

your girl’s eyeliner is sharp as knives, lips red as bluuud, nails filed to perfection, heart cold, and her smile sweet enough to eat.

you’ve heard it before, narcissa is stone cold. the world could be tumbling around her and this blonde would remain unshaken. she is a proud and stalwart figure in the face of chaos. she’s rather good in a crisis, she has to be with a family like her’s and in these dark days. many imagine her to be weak, a simple creature meant for beautiful things. the wilting flower of the black family tree. at one time she might have been, but those who know her properly know her to be someone to look towards in uncertainty.

but she is also a hopeless romantic gone to rot. she is distant, as untouchable as a masterpiece in the museum that is her picture perfect life. a thing more suitable for admiration than intimacy. she is cold, stoic, and strong, but also lonely.

there is a feeling that no matter your connection to narcissa, that no matter your efforts, there is always something hidden within that she is keeping to herself. and it’s true. there is nothing narcissa would willingly show that she didn’t want people to see.

she insecure and stressed about public image like that.

she is also haughty.

if there’s anything her cousin has taught her, to bloom is to die. she pictures his escape and subsequent increase in happiness to be the height of abandonment, of betrayal. how dare he go one to enjoy things without her! how dare he leave. how dare he leave her wanting and missing and heartbroken. she truly misses him and yet goes to great lengths to never reveal her secrets, instead giving her true feelings the form of petty anger and feigned indifference.

the family she’d been proud to be a member of, is crumbling to ash with this war. but if anyone were to care enough to ask, she is grateful for her lot in life. a smile always quick to slide into place, polished and content for the pre-destined plan.

with her current family a shambles, she is afraid to even think of putting together a new family, the arranged marriage in her future is as terrifying as it is inevitable. she feels as though she will lose everything, her family name, the constant presence of her sisters, and her childhood. it feels like a demotion in title and status after all the notoriety that comes with being a black. not to mention her own parents suffering remains fresh as a wound, she can’t imagine she shall ever be happy. why should she be? indoctrinated as she is, she has eyes. everything she has witnessed could never be called ideal, as much as it was framed that way. while hope is not her strong suit, narcissa is very capable of love

it’s not often used to describe her, but narcissa is rather selfless and giving towards her loved ones. it’s a redeeming quality that is almost enough to counteract her many failings as a more acceptable version of a kind person. she does, in fact, love and wants to be loved in return.

her removal from hogwarts had been a frightening prospect, as it put a big wrench in the plans that had been set out for her. she was too young and with her education incomplete all meant she was able to put off her marital duties off for the time being

with the last two years open to her, narcissa was quick to move to france to study abroad at beauxbatons. the move was good for her. freeing. the separation from her family allowed the growth of some independence and the fostering of her own interests. she was fully immersed in paris’ culture, language, food, and beauty.

as a lover of all things immaculate, a seeker of perfection, narcissa is enamored with art. she already has amassed a collection that could rival the lourve, and often travels to find new additions. it’s a lifestyle only the sickeningly wealthy could afford. the high art, port wine and lavish hotels in distant locations are her own form of escape. the one bright spot in the dreariness that the war has driven all of london into. but “a golden cage is still a cage” and her happiness often fades the moment it comes

she’s an amateur painter herself, talented and content with the process of painting the perfect picture, figuratively and literally. but this is a secret ambition. the act unsuitable and beneath a lady such as herself. there is too much mess. stains, dyed fingertips and an acrid smell. as beautiful as the end result might be, her parents would surely disapprove of the mess she’d make to get there. so like everything else, she hides the messy parts away. it’s not much of a rebellion, but it’s as much as she’s capable of at the moment. her family just means more to her than what she sees as selfish wants rather than the productive creativity and voice to her thoughts that she really needs.

tw child abuse: her childhood was as fraught with abuse as the next black. intelligence was punishable, sharp wit was always met with a slap to rattle her teeth.

her worth was reduced to image and status from the beginning. the cruel parenting taught her to close her lips and open her eyes more. she is observant, and thoughtful. her taste impeccable and judgement rather quick.

narcissa is both good and bad in many ways. love to hate or hate to love her, she’s an anti-villian

tl;dr; narcissa a bitch but like?? the kind you would be begging to step on you

connections:

girl gang – give her all the best friends. the nicole to her paris. soul sisters. ovaries before brovaries. hymen heroines. those hoes she lives and breathes for. i think typically this would be fellow slytherins or ppl that she met through pureblood high society connections. OPEN

ex-boyfriend/girlfriend – ew this makes me sad and emotions are hard to deAL. basically this will be all angst city. most likely narcissa would be the one to break things off since she usually caves to that familial pressure. depending on how their relationship was, she could regret it or be cold about it. or maybe they were using her? i could see either ( or both! gasp ) working. OPEN

rival/frenemies – these two are just too similar to get along. toxic pureblood society has pitted them against each other and no one is winning. okay but if they went from enemies, to reluctant respect, to almost friends?? MAYBE EVEN FRIENDS EVENTUALLY?? i would be here for it asdlk OPEN

confidante – narcissa isn’t honest with anyone, not even herself. but this could be someone that she’s probably known for a long time who she possibly could’ve opened up to in a weak moment and now they’re bonded forever. she would feel indebted to this person for keeping her secrets and would do her best to protect them any way that she could. extra feelings if this person feels the same way and they can be sad, but also cLOSE, together. OPEN

secret school friend – maybe they were forced partners as prefects or a fateful potions class but narcissa found herself making a surprising friend in an unexpected place. they spoke for years and she couldn’t help admiring their persistence despite her reluctance and occasional snobbery. but now they’re older and she really should cut things off. for whatever reason, she just can’t let go. OPEN

banter partner – alright so this would be someone from the other side of the war that narcissa runs into all the time and they always seem to get into arguments! she’s not quite sure why they get under her skin but narcissa finds it difficult to step away from their confrontations. OPEN

muse – listennnn. this person would be someone that narcissa would just be enamored with, she would regard them very highly and make efforts to speak with them and be around them. if this person were on the other side of the war she would probably resent them a little but be unable to resist. i’ll probably just spring this on somebody tbh?? since the relationship would be based on her own tastes. but this would be someone that narcissa would admire for their appearance– sure, but also for the aura that they project.

but yes!! promo over, thanks for reading loves! can’t wait to write with you all!

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