#but she got freaked out and started crying so he retracted his confession

[bittybattybunny]

If you're still doing the curse idea what about hearing the heart of a soulmate when there near by, only thinking it's your own mind playing tricks? (Ru...)

Sorry this one took me a bit! I was trying to think of the best way to make it work >:3 SO HERE WE GO

fic under the read more as normal!

If we’re talking timeline btw this happens in late March/ Early April; it’d be before the other cursed ficlets, but not long after he learned Eclipse’s secret and after he semi figures his feelings out just not how to address them.

(also a reminder; while I mention Eclipse wears silver colored things; REAL silver does actually harm her like werewolves in popular media. Both silver and Iron harm her. Most her stuff is made from Nickle or white gold!)

“Welcome!” her voice was warm as he walked into the rather homey shop. He nodded to the candy red haired woman as he browsed the shelves.

“Are you looking for anything in particular sir? An issue bothering you, a desire, a need?” she asked, making him jump. He hadn’t even heard her move from the counter. She laughed at his reaction, “I’m here to help, My shop fills a need when the heart seeks it.”

He blinked and frowned, “I… I don’t know. I just am… confused I guess. I thought the shop looked nice so I walked in.”

“Many wind up here for that purpose. I am Belle, the shop owner.”

“Snatcher.”

“Interesting name.” she laughed as she looked him over, “Very interesting.” her blue eyes twinkled. She crossed her arms with a chuckle, “well feel free to browse, if needed, I can also read your future!”

He blinked, “Oh is it that type of store…?” he frowned, “I don’t really believe in fortune telling.”

“That’s fine. You don’t need to.” She laughed, “It’s more…” she waved on hand as she thought of the words to use, “Guidance. You see the cards are random but they aren’t. You have probability. The meanings we assign are just that. Something we assigned them. How you use the information is all up to you. Chance, Coincidence, Fate. You build it yourself. Like soulmates!”

He listened carefully and frowned, hand to his chin, “Maybe then… I just…” he scowled, “Fate… Soulmates.. I don’t really like that sort of thing.” he gripped his shirt, “Last time i found my so called soulmate it ended poorly.”

Belle gave a laugh that echoed in the shop. She put a hand to his shoulder and winked, “Did you know…. You can change that?” 

“Huh?” he blinked, “but isn’t a soul mate… set in stone, like the one you are meant to find no matter what?”

“No, that’s a misunderstanding.” she shook her head and moved along the shelves. 

She rested her hand on a silver heart shaped locket, “A soulmate, is someone with whom you share your soul. Someone who can accept you. Who you can accept. I’ve found in my many, many years. Soulmates are created. Be it love, friendship, family. You make the soulmates. Yes, some soulmates you will find and feel you’ve known them forever, normally that occurs if you met and formed that bond in the past! My cousin, she and her husband are like that. As well as the group who became her generals.” 

She explained, “They met once and struck a bond, now they always find each other. My husband and I are the same. Same with my son, my daughters. As is my sister and her lover.” she sighed sadly, “Sadly Briar and Hemsworth have… a burnt thread.” she shook her head and took Snatcher’s hand. She set the necklace in it with a wink.

“Take this, free of charge. Maybe you’ll understand soulmates a bit better~!” she sang and pushed him towards the door. He tried to protest as the door was shut.

He turned but the shop was gone and he felt the color drain in his face. He looked at the locket and frowned. He put it around his neck and played with the pendant and sighed, “I wonder if I can put the kid and Eclipse in this…”

He sighed. He had more questions than answers thanks to that odd woman. He looked back where the shop had been and scowled.

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Ba-Thump, ba-thump, ba-thump

He woke from his nap and rubbed his eyes annoyed. He put a hand to his chest as the noise continued. He looked around confused.

“Snatcher?” 

He turned to see Eclipse leaning in the doorway.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump. It was louder and a little faster.

“Ah… Hey.” he grunted and got up.

Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump. It sped up as he walked over to her and leaned on the door frame.

“What’s up?” he frowned and hit his ear.

“You okay?” she asked and reached to hold his cheek. He sighed as he leaned into her hand.

“I’m hearing a weird noise. I’m fine. I’m just tired.” he mumbled.

“Hrm. then I guess that answer’s my next question.” she pursed her lips and pulled away. 

“What?” he tilted his head as she moved towards the fridge.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to go out to eat.” she laughed, “If you’re tired enough to hear noises, then I think it’s best we don’t. You should rest, I can go get a pizza or a dozen.” she laughed.

He frowned as he walked over and reached into the fridge. The noise got even faster as he pressed against her and he scowled, “I swore I had some stuff marinating this morning…”

“Oh. Hattie knocked it on the floor before school.” Eclipse sighed, “So I threw it out, did you not get my text?”

“No? May have been when I was in that weird shop.” he sighed and pulled away, the noise began to slow in his ears.

“Weird shop?” she asked and stood up, hand to her hip, “which?” she tilted her head confused, silver hair bouncing.

“Yeah, when i was in town getting some stuff for making a scarf for myself. I found a weird little shop. The owner was weird and gave me a locket after saying some weird stuff.” he explained and pulled the locket off. As soon as it left his neck the noise faded off. 

Eclipse reached and pulled back wincing. She gripped her hand in pain as Snatcher noticed the sizzling. He dropped the locket and reached for her hand. He saw the burned flesh and gasped. He brought her hand to his mouth quickly and licked it despite her protests. He frowned before sighing in relief seeing it return to normal. He glared at the necklace.

“Well. You got something worthwhile I guess!” she laughed, squatting down to look at the offender with a frown, “that has to be pure, undiluted silver.” she used the back of her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes, “been a while since I’ve accidentally grabbed pure silver.”

“Silver?” he picked it up with a scowl, “I don’t want it if it hurts you.” he whined.

She laughed again and poked his nose with a big grin. “I’m okay.” she held her hand up, “You actually just prevented me from getting a very odd heart shaped scar.” she giggled. “I told you before, silver is one thing that causes these scars.” she gave him a soft smile, “I’m okay, I’m okay~” she sang, holding her hand up to show him it was alright thanks to him.

He gave a soft smile and tucked it in his pocket. He brought her hand to his mouth making her blush.

Ba-Thump.

Ba-Thump.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.36

Stupid. He was stupid. Lance was potentially the most stupid person he knew. He’d made it as far as his car, before giving up. His idiocy on full display as his mood and feelings shifted again. God. His little anger loaf was standing on the steps of his house, watching him with concern. Sure enough, Lance soon heard the crunching of gravel under Keith’s boots, before the driver’s side door was opening

“Lance?”

Fuck it. Keith was going to hate him for lying, so he might as well make Keith really hate him with the truth

“I lied”

Mumbling softly, he flinched as Keith asked

“What was that?”

“I lied. I panicked and I lied to you”

“Miriam isn’t sick?”

Lance shook his head. She was old, and not about to get any younger, but not sick

“No”

“What the fuck? You had me seriously worried! Why would you lie to me like that?”

Lance couldn’t blame Keith for how mad he sounded

“I... I like you. Like, I really like you and I finally decided I was going to tell you, then Shiro called and I realised all over again that I was being stupid and I panicked... because I don’t know what to do. I’m a vampire and you’re a hunter. A human, hunter. I don’t even know your last name... But... all this confusing junk in my head won’t stop... I like you, Keith. And I’m sorry... I know I’m stupid. I know you’re only attracted to be me because of my body... but I’ve never felt the way about anyone I do when I look at you”

Lance knew he was done for. Keith said nothing long enough for Lance to start crying

“Move over”

Sniffling, Lance wiped at his face

“What?”

“Move over”

Shifting over, Lance moved all the way to the passenger door. He wasn’t sure what Keith was going to do, only that if he died, he wanted the mess to be as contained as possible. Climbing up in the driver’s seat, Keith pulled his seatbelt into place, before starting the bronco. He was going to be murdered. Keith was going to murder him. His body would disappear. His Mami would never know what happened to him. He’d never kiss Keith properly. He’d never cuddle up with him again, or think him stupid. He’d never find out what was wrong Keith’s heart... or internally freak out every time his body felt warmer than stone cold. He’d never see his precious Blue, or taste Hunk’s cooking, or be teased by Pidge... He didn’t want to die. Letting out a miserable groan, Lance’s hand was poised to pull the door handle open. It’d hurt to fall out, but Keith wasn’t driving too fast. If he rolled, he might have a chance of fleeing before he could him.

“Stop freaking out. You’re freaking me out!”

“I don’t want to die... I’m sorry I said anything, but I promise I’ll be good... I won’t say anything ever again”

Keith changed gears, Lance’s bronco lurching as he did

“I’m not going to kill you”

“That’s not what your face says”

Keith had amped “anger loaf” up to an “angry baker’s dozen”. Give him an axe and he’d look like an axe murderer on his way to dismember his victim

“Just shut up before I punch you in the dick”

Cowering in the passenger seat of the car, Lance pulled his knees to his chest, trying to make himself small. He didn’t want to turn into a bat, but right now it’d be handy.

Lance kept his head down as he mentally mapped the route Keith was taking... so he could flee back to his house and retrieve Blue once the death drive was over. He never should have told Keith. Keith was soooooo way beyond mad. He was mad and he hated him... but this kiss or no kiss thing they were messing with was too much for him. Slowing the car, Keith was none to gentle as they stop. Lance sent forwards, then backwards, thanks to his lack of seatbelt. Not raising his head, he hard the seatbelt click, then the creaking of the upholstery as Keith turned towards him

“You can stop hiding now”

“I don’t think I want to”

“Lance”

“You’re scaring me. If you want to murder me...”

Keith sighed at him

“I don’t want to murder you. I want to talk to you”

“Lies! You brought me out here to murder me!”

“Stop being dramatic. Why would I drive you so far away from the house to kill you? I’m a hunter, we know what to do about bodies”

“That doesn’t make feel better”

Keith grabbed him the arms, tugging against Lance who stubbornly kept them crossed

“I said I want to talk to you”

“And I said you’re going to murder me”

Keith kept tugging, Lance too much of a pussy not to let himself give way. Letting Keith hold his arms, Lance stared down at his crotch

“Would you look at me, already? It’s hard to have a conversation when you won’t look at me”

“No. Because if I look at you, I’ll see how much you hate me”

“I don’t hate you!”

He was trying Keith’s patience and he knew it

“You should! I’m a bad guy. I’m selfish and I’m dead!”

“You’re a fucking idiot. That’s what you are. First you lie, then you drop that confession out of nowhere, now you won’t even look at me”

“Because you hate me!”

Keith let out a growly kind of sigh, the hunter moving to kiss him as Lance raised his head at the sound, smacking their heads against each other as he did. Rubbing his chin, Keith pulled back, Lance arms finally freed

“So now you raise your head!”

“You growled at me!”

“Because you weren’t listening!”

Crossing his arms, Lance slid lower in the chair

“I made a mistake”

“A mistake about what?”

“About telling you”

“That you liked me?”

“What else? What am I even doing?! You’re only attracted to me because I keep going into heat like a damn werewolf! This is Curtis’s fault. He kept going on about soulmates and my pathetic arse went and had a crush on you. I’m like way older than you, barely functional at the best of times. I don’t like people. I don’t like people in my house. I don’t like stupid people. Of course I go and fall in love with the first person who accepts me. Of fucking course I do. I’m selfish and petty. I felt left out because heavens forbid you have an actual friend that knows what it is to be a hunter. I don’t know your last name. I don’t know the first thing. But nooooo. I want to kiss you. I want to be the centre of attention. You keep supporting me and I do jack shit, then betray you by having feels... I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“It sounds like you have a lot on your mind”

Fucking Keith. Why couldn’t he get angry? Or at the very least kick him for ruining his life

“I do. So if you’d be so kind, can you please just drive us home where I can bury myself in my death soil”

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Do you need to have a say in this?”

What was there to say? He was an idiot. An idiot with serious feels for a human

“Seeing you confessed to me, I think I do”

“Fine. Have at it. You can’t mess things up more than I have”

Keith groaned as he slumped against the seat

“You didn’t mess things up”

“I feel like I did”

“You didn’t mess things up, because I think I like you too”

“Yeah, because my body is weird”

“It’s not... okay, yeah. You’re pretty fucking weird. And you don’t me. But I don’t know much about you outside of what was in your file”

“How nice. At least you got footnotes”

“I’m trying to talk to you. Stop interrupting me”

Talking implied a two way street... Keith wasn’t talking to him, he was talking at him

“Fine. Just spit it out so I can take my humiliation to my grave”

“Gargh! Just shut up and listen to me. I like you too. You. I don’t know what I’m doing either but I do know I like being around you. You’re weird, but not too weird when you think about the fact this time tomorrow the house is going to have 2 hunters, 2 werewolves, 1 cursed ex-hunter, and a vampire in it. That’s not normal. I didn’t see this being my life. I don’t know how to date. I didn’t want to date. Losing Adam nearly destroyed Shiro. I didn’t want a person like that... then you came along and changed everything. I get jealous too. Of you and Hunk, and you and Pidge... I don’t know why they want to be friends with me. People who want to be friends are usually only making fun of me. You don’t do that. I keep wanting to kiss you. I keep going around in circles. I don’t know what to do about the junk in my head either...”

Lance worried his bottom lip as he looked to Keith. Maybe they were two desperately lonely idiots trying to be less lonely in a world where it was so easy to be lonely? He liked him... but couldn’t believe he was liked back

“... right now, I just want to kiss you”

“I don’t want to hurt you”

“You won’t... Can I kiss you?”

Lance nodded, stomach filled with butterflies and a million wriggling caterpillars waiting to take their place.

Closing his eyes, for a moment Lance feared Keith wouldn’t kiss him back. He didn’t need to fear though. Keith’s lips were chapped and he definitely needed to start using lip balm, but the kiss... it was the kind of kiss that made you feel happy to be alive... or dead. Soft and clumsy, Lance panicked slightly when he tasted Keith’s blood. Pulling back, he stared wide eyed at Keith who smiling

“You don’t need to be afraid”

“I cut you lip”

“Maybe I liked it?”

Keith bleeding was not something Lance liked

“I’m...”

“If you say you’re a monster, I really will punch you in the dick”

Keith, romance extraordinaire right there. Shiro had not taught him well

“I’m sorry... I can’t get them to retract any further”

“It’s fine. We’ll work something out”

“How?”

His teeth were kind of razor sharp

“I don’t know... Apparently this talking thing is a start”

“Why do you listen to all the lame things I say?”

“Because you listen to me. So... okay. Kogane. My mum’s a werewolf hunter named Krolia. My boots are size 11. I’m 5’11, 93kgs. I’ve killed three werewolves with the use of explosives and my other kills were with Shiro help. Lactose hates me. Tequila is evil. I have no biological siblings, probably because mum loves her work more than me. I’ve never been in a relationship. I the one time I kind of got close turned out to be a prank. I like photography. I usually ride my motorbike to unwind. People say I have anger issues. I say I have people issues. I get paranoid when people are watching me. I didn’t graduate high school... and I prefer practical over looks... oh, and I collect swords and knives”

Lance was shocked. Everything Keith said locked it’s self in his brain. Keith had been so damn open. Like way too open...

“Lance?”

“Sorry... I was processing... that was like a lot”

“A good a lot? Because I don’t know what to say now”

“No. You did really well, buddy”

Lance cringed at calling Keith “buddy”. Keith sighing at him over it

“Really?”

“I regret it already... I don’t know what to say”

“Tell me something about you?”

“Oh... um... like what?”

Keith knew his file. Heck, Keith probably knew more about him than he did

“I don’t know”

“Um... if... we’re being honest your hair is a mullet”

Groaning at him, Keith pushed his knee

“It grows that way”

“Um... maybe it’s not as annoying as I make it out to be?”

“Watch it, you’re being dangerously close to being nice about my hair”

Lance snorted. He was still filled with those butterflies, but he wasn’t getting murdered by the seems of it, so that was a temporary win

“You wish, mullet. I’ll give you one shot at asking me anything you want”

Keith’s expression changed, he seemed to be thinking, or trying to crap his pants. Lance wasn’t sure

“Can I ask you what happened the day you turned? You don’t have to tell me everything, but I want to understand”

Okay. Maybe Lance had expected that. Maybe that’s why he’d tried to deflect with banter. Maybe those butterflies were still in his belly because he had to tell Keith the truth

“I... Okay... Okay... just promise you won’t laugh at me”

“I’ve laughed at you over plenty of things, but this won’t be one of them”

“That’s not a promise”

Keith scooched forward, placing his hand on Lance’s knee

“I promise I won’t laugh”

“Okay... fuck... this is... okay...”

“Lance, it’s okay. I know Rolo and Nyma turned you. I know it was horrible and traumatic, but I’m not going to suddenly hate you for what happened”

“I hate me for what happened. I can’t ever forget that day... it’s the day my family was ruined forever...”

“What happened wasn’t your fault”

“It was... fuck... it was... So... We’d only left Cuba not that long ago and I didn’t fit in. My skin wasn’t the right colour. My clothes weren’t the right clothes. I had friends but I always seemed to ruin things. I was sitting on the swings at school, watching everyone else play soccer. They never picked me because I wasn’t right... Nyma... Nyma and Rolo came up to the swings... the day was really overcast, but maybe they could walk in the sun? I don’t know... but I was so lonely and there were these two adults... teenagers... I never knew how old they were... I knew Mami wouldn’t want me talking to strangers, so I told them. Nyma laughed and she said she wasn’t a stranger because she’d seen me around in school before. They asked me if I wanted to play. Someone was paying attention to me. I have a big family. No... I had a big family, so I never had much attention. Anything I wanted like ice creams, Mami would always ask my older siblings what they wanted and they never agreed. I just wanted to be... liked. Nyma asked me to come pick a soccer ball out the storage shed with her... Schools back there really were nothing like they are now... They found me the next day, but I was in a coma for like a while... Coran was there when I woke up, Mami too... and everything kind of went to shit. The shed was pulled down, apparently there was so much blood there that they thought someone slaughtered a cow as a joke. It’s not much of a story”

Lance nervously chewed at his lip, waiting for Keith to reply. Glancing to the hunter, he found Keith had tears in his eyes

“Keith?”

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry no one was there to help you”

Lance had often thought about that. About the “what ifs”. But one thing he did know was that you couldn’t go back in time and undo what’d been done

“You’re the first friend I’ve talked to about it, and you know the gist of things... but yeah. Basically I’ve had PTS and anxiety since. I’m on my fourth identity now. I went into law to help children... and this car was my gift from my family when I graduated the first time around. Before you came along, I was the only person who’d driven her. She’s been my trusty companion through it all”

“Kids can be total shits”

Lance nodded. They could. But they could also be sweet like his niece and nephew had been

“I kept wondering how they didn’t hear me, or if they did, if they laughed at me. I’m lucky I was the only one they took that day”

“They deserve to be dead. You’re nothing like them, you know. It makes me want to punch something”

“Please don’t punch my dick”

Keith flashed him a watery smile, Lance shifting close enough to lean against the hunter. Keith felt so reassuringly solid against him. Nervously he asked

“So where does that leave us? If you need space... I won’t be mad”

“I don’t know how to date. I’m probably going to make a lousy boyfriend”

“If you just want to be friends, that’s okay too. I just... I’ve been going slightly crazy with all these thoughts in my head. I don’t want to take your future from you”

“It’s my future to choose. I think I want to date you...”

“Maybe you should talk to Shiro? I don’t think he left you here with the intention of us shacking up together”

Keith sighed. After what happened with Adam, the hunter was definitely entitled to not be in favour of them dating

“I do... I mean, I’ve been going crazy too. Trying to tell if you’re flirting. Trying to figure out what I’m feeling”

“I feel bad for lying to you and for dumping this on you...”

“You should feel bad about the lying. I was seriously worried about Miriam... but I was more worried about you. But don’t feel bad for telling me. I wanted to know more about you. I still do”

“I’m old enough to be your dad... hell, you’re old enough to be a dad, a grand dad even... if you’d started young enough”

“I never really thought about kids. Or... thought I’d find someone I wanted to date... My childhood wasn’t the best. I was that problem foster kid that didn’t want help or trust people easily...”

“Are you glad you met me?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe how much of a dick I was”

“You did take it to a whole new level”

Keith’s stupidity had had to be seen to be believed. What kind of a moron claims to be turned when he’s the one who went and cut himself of Lance’s tooth to begin with?

“I’m sorry, you were supposed to be an evil bloodsucker”

“I can be evil... We vampires have egos. If we let our egos get out of check then we lose what makes us human. It’s not easy being dead”

“I’ve gathered that much... Why don’t you like my blood?”

They were back on this again? Why couldn’t Keith understand it wasn’t personal

“It’s not about liking it. The first time I tasted your blood was like eating mouldy socks... I’ve always drunk from bags... I always felt better about drinking from bags. Like it’s more humane”

“It’s not because there’s something wrong in there?”

Lance had the feeling feeding from Keith was going to be a fiasco all over again. He’d told him more than once he didn’t want to, yet Keith kept bringing it back up.

“Not anymore. You did let me feed when I was a bat. I haven’t thanked you for that”

His tiny bat body had eaten its fill. Lance had hoped that the blood would turn him back

“You’re much easier to understand when you’re a bat”

“I thought you said you didn’t speak bat?”

“I don’t... but you’re like a puppy. You’re soft and warm... and kind of funny when you’re angry”

He was a fearsome vampire. If anyone was like a puppy, it was Keith. A barely housetrained puppy with eyes that got him every time

“Puppy’s don’t have wings”

“I said you’re like a puppy. I do know what a dog looks like”

“Speaking of dogs, what are we going to tell Shiro? He’s turning up with Matt tomorrow”

“I’ll talk to him. It’s not like we rushed into bed together”

“I’m not ready for that, yet”

“It’s fine. I think both of us aren’t ready for that yet...”

“But my scent...”

“We’ve held off this long...”

“We weren’t dating... I don’t want my scent making you do something you don’t want to do”

“Trust me when I say your scent makes me want to do all kind of things to you, but waiting is good too”

“And what are going to tell Curtis?”

“Nothing for now. We’re still working this out. He’d probably throw condoms and lube at us if we told him”

That was highly likely. Being cursed really had to suck for Curtis

“I don’t think he likes me”

Keith snorted, Lance unamused that Keith found his upset funny

“He said the same thing. I told him we’d have a movie night tonight so we could all hang out together”

“Then you kidnapped me”

“I prefer the term “borrowed”. You’re too uptight at home”

“You’d be uptight too if you heard too much all the damn time”

“And that has nothing to do with you spending most of your time worrying over the changes you’re going through?”

“I spent 44 years as a man, now I’m apparently able to have kids on top of that. Who wouldn’t be freaked the fuck out? My swimmers are dead. I’m dead... it’s weird as fuck”

“You have a half cursed man in your house. I don’t think things could get much weirder right about now”

“Is it weird I want to see his tail? He said he had half a tail, so would it be like short or is it long but only half of it’s there?”

“Don’t make me think... I don’t know. He’d probably show you if you ask”

“I can’t just ask to see his tail. He thinks I hate him”

“Maybe you could show him your teeth?”

Lance rolled his eyes mentally. Curtis was a hunter, he would have seen fangs before, but his idiot kind of boyfriend wasn’t known for having all his ducks in a row. Less than smoothly Keith tried to bring his hand up so pull Lance into a hug, the problem being it was the hand holding Lance’s. Keith’s IQ was rivalling a teaspoon right now, but the gesture was sweet enough for Lance to let go of Keith’s hand and wrap his arms around the hunter

“You could ask. He likes you”

“He likes you too. You just don’t know each other”

“I suppose. I just wish every time we talked I didn’t feel like a science experiment. Next he’s going to have me eating bi-carb and chugging down vinegar”

“Don’t forget that food colouring. Though, it wouldn’t be the first time you blew up”

The joke was horrible and Keith should feel horrible

You have a really crappy sense of humour”

“You can blame Shiro for that”

“That seems like effort. How long are we going to sit here?”

“As long as you want. I didn’t have much of a plan”

“That’s so like you”

“Hey, you were acting weird. That’s not on me”

“You try developing a crush on a human. It’s a lot to deal with”

“Try being a hunter who likes a vampire”

“Touché. Okay. Okay. I’m okay now. We should head back home”

“You sure?”

Lance honestly just wanted to stay like this. Keith hadn’t even picked a romantic destination for this little heart to heart. They were parked out near the cemetery, which would have been the perfect place to hide his body, but... it was so him that it was ridiculous

“Yeah. I wanna make sure my house is still standing”

“Fair point. Buckle up, I’m not having the guy I’m kind of dating getting hurt while I’m driving”

Lance’s butterflies fluttered at “kind of dating”. It wasn’t a yes, and it wasn’t a no, so he took it as a hopeful maybe.

[madara-fate]

I saw your Top 30 ships and came across Taichi x Inaba. I also ship them (thankfully they were endgame) but I’m confused as to why Taichi suddenly had chosen Inaba. How did his love for her suddenly develop?

From my perspective, I always saw Taichi and Inaba as having their own unique little bond which was prominent from even before Taichi had initially confessed to Iori. Inaba had given Taichi that nickname of a “selfless freak”, and while it may have appeared as though it was said to mock him on the surface, it was actually what really endeared him to her in the first place. Taichi may have demonstrated this side to himself for everyone at first, but after a while, Inaba began to work her way up his priority list without him even noticing it.

One of the earliest examples was when Taichi, in an effort to make Inaba feel better about herself, revealed to her that he had masturbated to her (and a few other girls) before:

Despite the obviously embarrassing revelation, Inaba was touched nonetheless that he’d reveal such sensitive information for the sole purpose of making her feel better. Thus, planting the seeds for the development of her feelings for him:

And as a way of thanking him, in her own Inaba way, she revealed to him that she too had masturbated to him before:

So clearly, Tacihi’s endeavour to make Inaba feel better had worked wonders.

Fast forward to later on where after Inaba had finally acknowledged the romantic nature of her feelings for Taichi, she ended up directly confessing to him, after some words of encouragement from Iori herself:

And while Taichi was genuinely touched and flattered that Inaba felt that way about him, he couldn’t deny that at least at that point, his heart still belonged to Iori, so he politely turned her down:

However, despite Taichi’s answer, Inaba kept her spirits high, and indicated to him that while those may be his feelings currently, they may change in the future. So she made it clear to him that she was gonna slowly try to win him over, and sealed that intention with a spontaneous kiss:

This scene left a significant impression on Taichi and would stay at the back of his mind for a while, because that along with their general closeness over the following weeks led to Taichi being unable to say a few things that he wanted to say to Iori, solely because he was worried about how Inaba would react.

Taichi had unintentionally let this information slip due to another one of their random thought transfers, and after Inaba discovered this, she put two and two together and inferred that Taichi had basically began struggling over who to prioritise between herself and Iori:

Taichi would of course initially deny this. However, after seeing Inaba’s despondent reaction to his denial (which she had done intentionally just to gauge Taichi’s reaction):

He couldn’t help but blush at the face that she was making:

It was just little things like this that accumulated to give one big indication of who Taichi’s feelings were eventually going to be directed towards.

After his blush, he’d retract his earlier claim that Inaba was wrong, thereby conceding the fact that he had indeed struggled to decide between Inaba and Iori. He’d then list the many things in which he liked about her, complimenting the many positive aspects of her looks and personality:

This would initially fluster Inaba because she hadn’t expected Taichi to be so straightforward with her, especially not on this topic. But she’d soon regain her composure, and asked Taichi whether or not he felt the need to go out with her following Iori’s rejection to his confession a little while earlier.

Taichi of course would deny this, saying that he would never consider doing such a thing because it would be low of him to choose one person simply because it didn’t work out with the original choice:

And while Inaba would say that whether or not it would be considered low by everyone is up for debate, one thing that wasn’t up for debate was the fact that she loved him. And in another small hint of where Taichi’s feelings were shifting to, he told her in response to look forward to White Day:

And of course, Inaba didn’t need to be told twice.

Later on, when Taichi had protected Inaba from a surprise attack by bandits (another indication of where his priorities now were), he shared a private moment with Iori in their subconscious. It was here that Taichi revealed that he probably didn’t see Iori for who she actually was, but rather who he thought and wanted her to be, and was in love with that person instead: 

Iori would agree with his sentiments, and state that she was just as guilty as he was of going into their relationship while ignorant of many things, including aspects of Taichi himself:

So in an endeavour to rectify their mistakes, Iori would suggest that they start from scratch, and mark a new beginning for their relationship. One where they would see the other for who they actually were:

Taichi agreed, and they would both say that although their romantic relationship didn’t work out, they were both still glad that they experienced those feelings of love for each other:

Therefore Taichi and Iori ended their relationship on very amicable terms and they got their closure.

Yet, when Taichi would eventually wake up, the very first thing he saw was of course a very worried Inaba watching over him, having barely left his side while he was still unconscious:

After a few caring words from Inaba where she expressed her guilt and how she thought that she was at fault for Taichi being put in danger, she ends up crying, musing that she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she lost him over something which she had deemed to be of her own doing.

However, it was at that moment where Inaba’s telepathic transmission unwittingly activated, and transmitted all her feelings of love to Taichi, much to her embarrassment:

And Taichi, no longer struggling to see who truly held his heart, simply asked her out in response to all of Inaba’s feelings of love. After a little while of Inaba being comically flustered from being in near disbelief, she would answer positively:

After a short while of going out, Inaba would shyly ask Taichi if he was sure in his decision of choosing her, because she clearly still had a few niggling doubts in the back of her mind (just like you did Anon!).

However, Tacihi would clarify that his decision was sincere, and that he felt every bit as drawn to her as she did to him, which put Inaba’s mind at ease:

And so, Dereban resurfaced 🤣: 

Taichi’s feelings for Inaba didn’t just suddenly develop, I’d say there was always something he held for Inaba. It may not have always been romantic, but they had a special connection to each other which was visible from even before Taichi and Iori became romantically involved. And following Inaba’s confession to him, he slowly began seeing her in more of a romantic light.

[sparkleskarkles]

Valentine’s Chocolate

So... I’m sorry this is so late ><

I had meant to have this done by Valentine’s Day, but it ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated... (6,595 words)

Anyway!!  This is a gift for @x0h-worm

The prompt was trans boys and Valentine’s Day fluff

Rated T I guess?  For cursing and sexual imagery/innuendos

I hope you like it!!!!!!

    Saihara and Ouma sat on the former’s bed with a laptop resting on their thighs.  The two boys were tired from the long day at school, and deciding to spend the evening together, as most of the other students were going out.  Saihara had changed into a black shirt and jeans, while Ouma wore an oversized sweater and dark leggings.  The two were huddled together for warmth as even with the abundance of blankets, the cold from the faulty heating system could still be felt. For the two boys, being able to be alone together in private was like a sanctuary.  They could take off their binders and complain about their families, or just play games and make jokes—jokes that they could only make with each other.

           The two boys had begun hanging out together when they accidentally discovered that they were both trans.  Ouma had broken into Saihara’s room, still for reasons he refuses to admit, while Saihara was changing shirts.  Saihara began to panic, but Ouma quickly left and shut the door, waiting for him to exit on his own.  Afterwards, when Saihara finally exited his room, Ouma consoled him both by explaining that he wouldn’t tell anyone, as he assumed that was what Saihara wanted, and that he was also trans.  They started off by bonding over both being trans boys: talking about their situations growing up, where they got their binders, which haircuts would make them feel masculine but still cute at the same time, and so forth.

   Over time, Saihara and Ouma were no longer just two trans boys connecting over their shared gender identity, but rather they became friends.  Saihara had started to notice little tickles Ouma performed when lying, although barely visible to an untrained eye, but the detective saw them, and Ouma slowly became more willing to open up about himself to Saihara, even if only a little.  It was a strange change to the others, they didn’t comprehend where their sudden friendship came from.  Ouma had always appeared fascinated by Saihara, but the taller always seemed annoyed and exasperated by the shorter boy’s presence.  Granted, that was true in the past, but because he had never given Ouma the time of day to really stop and consider him as his own person.  With someone with such a grand air about them, it can be hard to remember they’re people too—like celebrities.

   But the two had become close and cared deeply for the other.  And that’s what’s led to this current moment: Saihara and Ouma sharing the small twin bed and way too many blankets, with a faint light from the computer screen illuminating their faces.  The reason for this impromptu hang out was, in fact, because it was Valentine’s Day.  Saihara usually spent time after classes studying with Momota and Harukawa or with Akamatsu, but the couple had date plans and Akamatsu had blushed and awkwardly stated that there was something that she needed to do.  Ouma had, being just around the corner, overheard that Saihara was alone and didn’t want to leave his “beloved Saihara-chan” alone on such a night as this one.  Saihara had chuckled softly at the other boy’s dramatic gestures, but accepted the invitation.  It was, of course, totally platonic.  And if Ouma had a bar of chocolate that, if asked, was totally from the school store in his bag, well, it was just obligation chocolate because he didn’t want his friend to feel lonely.

   That was a lie of course.

   Kokichi Ouma, the Super High School Level Supreme Leader, was gay.

   And totally and irrevocably head-over-heels in love with Shuichi Saihara. He had always considered the other to be extremely pretty, and he enjoyed that he could never quite pin Saihara down.  As in, he couldn’t always figure out his next choice of action.  That’s what he meant by that.  But as he spent time with Saihara, Ouma’s feelings grew and grew; they blossomed into what one could only call a crush.  But Ouma preferred Panta.  Don’t judge him, he deals with emotions by joking and lying.

   “Are you warm enough?”  Ouma looked over at the owner of the gentle voice and hummed in response.

   “No way, Saihara-chan,” he sang, “it’s colder than Santa’s house in here! You need that pig whore Iruma-chan to make you a heater that calculates your body temperature and changes the room’s temperature appropriately,” he pouts.  “If you don’t get a working heater soon I might never come back.”

   Saihara rolled his eyes, but a faint smiled graced his lips and made Ouma’s heart melt, almost slipping into a smile himself.  “If that’s the case then we could always go to your room,” he offered, knowing that Ouma was lying.

   “We could’ve just done that from the start, you know,” he replied with a nonchalant air and monotone voice.  Truthfully, he preferred being in Saihara’s room, despite the cold.  It was cleaner than his and much easier to navigate, it reminded him of Saihara everywhere he looked, and, most importantly, the cold meant they had to cuddle super close.  And Ouma sure as hell wasn’t lying when he says he enjoys the closeness of their bodies.  Cuddling. For warmth.  Because it’s February and February is fucking cold.  “Geez, Saihara-chan is so mean, making me freeze to death in this cold!”

   “If you’re so cold, why aren’t you using the blankets?” Saihara chuckled and nodded towards the abandoned pile.

   “Oops,” Ouma cheered, “ya got me!  Yeah, that was a lie.”  He rested his hands behind his head and smiled.  Saihara’s room might not have been as cold as the North Pole, but it was still cold. His mind was reeling with the fact that today was Valentine’s Day, the day one romance, love, and confessions. Pair that with his big gay crush, and he was somewhat distracted.  He climbed under the blankets anyway, mumbling, “Or maybe that was a lie.  Who knows?”  Saihara just shook his head with a quiet laugh.

   “You seem a bit distracted,” Saihara mentioned when Ouma was situation under the Super High School Level blanket pile.  Of course his beloved Saihara-chan would notice that, but it wasn’t anything the supreme leader couldn’t lie or joke his way out of.

   “No way,” tears started to form in his eyes as Ouma hiccupped and stuttered. “Could it… Could it be that Saihara-chan never realized my feelings?” he started to sob loudly. Overdramatic.  The bigger he cried than the more it looked like a lie.  Because Ouma couldn’t risk Saihara knowing the truth. He hated telling the truth, but for Saihara he tried.  Sometimes. But not this.  He didn’t want to lose the one person at the Ultimate Academy that took the time to look past his lies, to look past his façade, and befriend him.

   “Ouma!” Saihara lunged his hands forward to grab the other’s shoulders. Ouma, in turn, just laughed.

   “Neeheehee, Saihara-chan did you actually fall for that?  Geez, I thought you were finally able to see through all my lies.”  He started tearing up again, “does our friendship mean nothing to you?”

   “Ouma,” Saihara sighed and retracted his hands back to his sides, “I just didn’t want you falling off the bed again.”  He blushed and Ouma giggled.  He had been fake crying just like now, but became too overzealous and slipped off of the too-small bed.

   “Aw,” the supreme leader cooed, “was my beloved Saihara-chan worried about me?” His voice was airy and melodious, caring the tune of his usual lie, but at the same time it was thick with the hidden truths.

   Saihara sighed.  “Let’s just watch the movie,” he clicked on the mouse pad a few times before looking at Ouma.  “Well? Are you going to join me?”

   Ouma nodded and scooted closer to his friend.  Saihara wiggled into the pillows to get comfortable and rested his head on Ouma’s shoulder, then pressed play.  Saihara’s warmth seeped through Ouma’s clothes and it made him feel at home. He felt comfortable, having someone there with him, having Shuichi Saihara there with him.  He took a deep breath and guided his eyes to the movie.

   Usually, the two boys watched detective and action movies.  Saihara liked the mystery of the cases and Ouma liked the thrill of watching the good guys fight to win.  But today it seemed that Saihara had chosen to continue the theme of the day.  That’s right: Ouma was about to watch a romcom with Saihara.  Now, that’s nothing to freak out about.  In fact, Ouma could easily complain about how boring the movie would be.  But Saihara looked so content with the change of pace and Ouma was enchanted by the look on his face.  God, this stupid crush was going to kill him.  He might as well just ask Harukawa to save him the trouble.

   A long-haired woman was running through an airport.  Ouma watched as her blonde hair bounced behind her.  He supposed that’s what he should find attractive: the gorgeous Hollywood actress, with her full-face of makeup and, you know, being a girl.  He tried glancing over at Saihara without turning his head to alert the other.  His long eyelashes obscured most of his golden-grey eyes, but from what little view he had, Ouma could see the woman on the screen reflected in Saihara’s eyes.  He didn’t look too interested in the movie just yet, as it had only started, but he didn’t look bored either.  Saihara’s mouth was slightly ajar, resting neutrally.  His lips were chapped from the cold winter’s air, and Ouma really needed to stop staring at Saihara’s totally kissable lips.  Well, they’d probably be more kissable if he used chap stick, maybe grape flavored, but Saihara had once told Ouma that it felt too much like lipstick to him and it made him uncomfortable, and Ouma respected that.  That didn’t mean he didn’t have at least three grape-flavored chap sticks on his person at all times in case something actually were to happen.

   “Have you seen this movie before?” Saihara asked, turning his head up slightly to look at Ouma.  Ouma felt somewhat awkward having their eyes meet immediately, feeling like he was caught in the act of staring.

   “Yep!  It’s super good,” he lied.  “You won’t believe what happens when Maribelle—”

   “Stop lying and actually pay attention to the movie,” Saihara interrupted and turned back to the screen.  “The protagonist’s name is Jane.  I’m not sure what’s so interesting about my face but,” he paused momentarily, an awkward blush on his cheeks, “if you’re that bored we can change the movie.”

   “Neeheehee,” Ouma slit his eyes at Saihara, making a face that put others on edge, but then quickly changed into an overeager smile, “what?  No way!  Weren’t you listening?  I said I love this movie!”  He shifted his body more into Saihara’s space to be extra dramatic, almost pushing the other over the edge of the bed.  Saihara screeched and reached his arms around Ouma’s neck to steady himself, holding on tight until he was sure that he wasn’t going to fall.

   “My, my, Saihara-chan!” Ouma gasped dramatically, “how forward of you!” Saihara looked up into deep purple eyes and awkwardly released his grip, stumbling over mummers of apologies as his face heated up.  They had been so close.  Honestly if Saihara had fallen and taken Ouma down with him, there’s no guarantee that Ouma wouldn’t use that opportunity to “accidentally” kiss Saihara.  That’s a lie.  There’s a one hundred percent guarantee that he would absolutely do that.

   The two leaned back into each other and continued watching the movie. Saihara rewound it a little because they had missed a few scenes while their faces had been mere centimeters apart. The memory made Ouma want to blush. God, he was so gay.  He tried to focus on the movie, but watching some attractive girl get with a mediocre guy wasn’t really his thing.  He’d rather see himself get with the most gorgeous guy on the planet.  Ouma had thought about what it would be like if they were dating.  Obviously they would hold hands, and Ouma would flaunt their relationship to everyone.  No, that’s a lie.  Honestly, Ouma would probably be too hesitant to tell anyone, mostly because he wasn’t sure if Saihara would be comfortable telling others.  But, if they were dating, Ouma would be able to kiss Saihara often.  He would stand on his tip toes and firmly press his lips against Saihara’s chapped ones, maybe sticking his tongue inside the other’s mouth.  Maybe even eliciting a moan from Saihara, his voice heavy with want and—

   “What are you thinking about?” the same sweet voice that Ouma had just been fantasizing about had interrupted his thoughts.  Ouma jolted slightly, averting his gaze for a moment before meeting Saihara’s eyes and smirking.

   “Oh?  Does Saihara-chan really wanna know?” he leaned into Saihara’s face with a mischievous glint in his eyes, masking the embarrassed blush that threatened to spill across his cheeks.  “Maybe I was thinking about how much I find Jane attractive, and what I’d do with her if she were here next to me instead of you.  But that’s a lie.  I was actually thinking about how it’s just you and me, locked in your room, sharing a bed on Valentine’s Day, and about how much I want to flip over on top of you and roam my hands down your body.  Lower and lower until I reach the hem of your pants and—.” Saihara’s scream interrupted him. Ouma retreated back into his own space and watched as Saihara flung his hands around to try to cover his face. His entire face had gone red, including the tips of his ears, and he was spluttering incoherently as he gawked at Ouma. Ouma watched Saihara fidget as he slowly regained some composure, although his face was still incredibly red.

   “Ouma!” Saihara screeched, balling his fists into his pants after giving up trying to hide his face without his hat.  “You can’t just… You can’t just say things like that!  Even if it is a lie.”

   Ouma tilted his head at the other’s remark.  “Oh?  Who said I was lying?” Ouma laughed.  “But you know,” he sang, once again approaching Saihara, “you had quite the interesting reaction, Saihara-chan!  It’s almost as if it was you thinking about doing that to me, neeheehee.”  Saihara swatted Ouma’s face away and turned back to the movie, face never dimming in color.

   “I don’t,” Saihara started, “I didn’t.”  He groaned.  “I wasn’t… thinking about that.  I swear! You just… You just started talking about… stuff, and it was embarrassing.  You can’t just… talk about… stuff like that.  It’s not good for my heart.”

   “Why?” Ouma asked.  And before he could stop himself, he tacked on: “are you gay?”

   Saihara looked up at him, and Ouma really hoped his face wasn’t as pale as he expected it to be.  Saihara looked away and stared blankly at the computer screen, and Ouma felt choked by the silence, despite it only lasting about two seconds.  “No,” Saihara spoke up, “I’m bi.”  Ouma blinked down at his friend.  Bi.  Shuichi Saihara was bisexual.  Or at least biromantic.  Bi-something. Bi as in Ouma could actually have a chance with him.  If Saihara saw him that way.  Did Saihara see him that way?  He hoped he did but there was no way.  He was hard enough to be friends with, there was no way someone could have a crush on him. But Saihara never met his expectations; he always went so far beyond and did the unexpected.  So it wasn’t impossible.

   “Oh, cool,” he replied automatically, sliding back into his movie-watching position, “I’m gay.”

   “Cool.”

   “Yeah.”

   They continued watching the movie in silence.  It wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable silence, but Ouma’s head was reeling.  Would Saihara think of him differently now that he knew?  Of course not, he was bi, they were similar.  They were both not straight.  They were both trans too.  Why was he so scared of telling Saihara in the first place?  Was it because of his crush?  He didn’t want Saihara asking him if he had a crush on him.  But he also did.  Well, even if Saihara did ask him, Ouma would lie.  It was hard enough to finally be able to open up to Saihara about parts of his past, Ouma doesn’t think he has the energy to tell the truth about this too.  Maybe one day he’ll look back and and tell Saihara about his silly crush with a laugh. Provided they were still friends. He hoped they would be.  Saihara was so important to him; he was the only person outside of DICE that cared about him.  Of course, that’s not why he loved Saihara, it just happened to be that Saihara was the most important person in the world to Ouma right now.

   “Hey,” Saihara’s tired voice sounded hoarse after not speaking for so long. “I’m not sure what you’re thinking about.  You’re always thinking.  And I mean, I know I’m always thinking a lot too, what with all my anxieties and all. But, if you’re worrying over coming out you don’t have to.  You always overthink everything.  I mean, I already knew you were trans, and I’m bi, so… I’m just trying to say that… Thank you for trusting me?  I guess? I’m not actually sure, I’m sorry. But uh,” he drew out the syllable, trying to think of the right words, “you’re still Kokichi Ouma.  That’s how straight allies usually comfort gay people in TV shows I don’t actually know if that was helpful.”  Ouma snorted.  “Hah, yeah. I mean like, obviously it doesn’t change anything?  It’s not like Yumeno appeared out of nowhere and put a curse on you that changed your physical appearance.”

   Ouma doubled over, cackling.  “That’s assuming she can actually use magic!  She’s… She’s always going on about how tiring it would be to use her mana, or how unimportant it is or something.  If… If she wanted to,” he took a few deep breaths to calm his laughter.  He chuckled abruptly again for a quick moment before continuing with a more even voice, “If she wanted to change someone’s physical appearance all she’d have to do is tell Chabashira-chan to punch their face in.”

   “Ouma, you shouldn’t endorse her,” he looked at the other with a twinge of disappointment on his face.

   “Am I wrong though?”

   Saihara was silent.  Ouma held eye contact with his eyes open wide and inquisitive, almost daring Saihara to tell him that yes, he actually was wrong.  “No,” Saihara breathed out after a moment, succumbing to the fact that Chabashira would in fact punch somebody in the face if Yumeno told her to.

   “Exactly!” Ouma declared and slung his arm around Saihara’s shoulders.  “And it’s because of this that I must perform the sacred duty of protecting my beloved Saihara-chan’s beautiful face with my life.”

   Saihara laughed that beautiful, song-like laugh of his and looked at Ouma with such a loving smile on his face.  “You don’t seem to be acting hesitant anymore.  Does that mean you no longer feel awkward?  That’s good.”

   Ouma inhaled a large, overdramatic gasp.  “Saihara-chan!  I can’t believe you actually thought I was upset!  That was obviously a lie.  I’m disappointed.”  But Ouma smiled back at him.  It may have been an awkward attempt, but Saihara did make him feel better.

   Ouma removed his arm from Saihara and slithered down to rest his head on the taller boy’s shoulder, reversing their earlier position.  Saihara rewound the video again, and it picked up at some place where Ouma had no idea what was happening because he hadn’t been paying attention at all.  Saihara wrapped his arm around Ouma’s side, loosely embracing him.  Ouma was happy.  And that was the truth.  He felt so warm and loved in that moment that the content-ness slowly sung his eyes to close, guiding him into a welcoming sleep.

   When Ouma woke up, he was welcomed to a tight embrace and a face full of Saihara’s shirt.  Ouma may have enjoyed cuddling, especially with Saihara, but he also enjoyed breathing—something that was sort of hard to do in this position.  He squirmed a little bit to duck out of the taller boy’s grasp, something that should have been a lot easier than it was—and a lot less embarrassing.  He’s really glad no one saw his desperate attempt to break free from his crush cuddling him.

   When he could finally breathe properly again, Ouma’s hair was in disarray, much more wild than he usually kept it, and his face was red from the struggle and nothing else.  That was another lie.  His face was mostly red because of where his head had been: AKA way too close for his gay little heart to beat slower than 10,000 beats per second, even though Saihara’s heartbeat was calm, and actually quite soothing to listen too.  Maybe one day Ouma would be able to cuddle him that closely, head against the other’s chest, listening to his heartbeat; preferably listening to his boyfriend’s heartbeat.  Ouma didn’t fight off the blush that consumed his face, unconcerned about being seen, as the only other person here with him was sleeping.

   Ouma watched as Saihara slept, which was not as creepy as it sounded.  He just wanted to make sure he hadn’t woken him up in the struggle.  Saihara’s stomach moved slightly as he breathed, expanding and retracting with each breath, moving his chest as well.  His shirt had risen slightly during the night, exposing just the tiniest sliver of skin.  Saihara looked peaceful.  Ouma quietly got off the bed and retrieved his belongings and put on his shoes.  It may have still been early, but he didn’t want to intrude any more.  Besides, they still had class tomorrow.  Or was it today?  Ouma had forgotten to check the time.  He took the chocolate bar out of his bag and placed it on Saihara’s bedside table. Attached to the sweet was a small tag that read “I loooooooooove you Saihara-chan! ♡ And that’s not a lie!!!” with a quick drawing of himself winking and blowing an overdramatic kiss.

   He left Saihara’s room and tiptoed back to his own, being careful no one saw him creeping out of someone else’s room late at night.  God only knows what kinds of rumors Iruma would start if she caught him.  Once inside his room, Ouma threw his stuff onto the ground and leapt onto the bed, screaming into his pillow.  Well, this was it: he did it.  There were four ways this could go, maybe five if Ouma was being creative.  One: Saihara returns his feelings and everything is great (unlikely, as stated previously).  Two: Saihara doesn’t return his feelings and begins to hate him (also unlikely, his beloved Saihara-chan isn’t the type of person to hate others).  Three: Saihara doesn’t return his feelings but he’s accepting and they still remain friends (this would be incredibly awkward and Ouma would scream if this happens).  Four: Saihara thinks the chocolate and love note are a lie (likely, considering Ouma’s overly-high tendency to lie).  And five: Ouma goes back to Saihara’s room, picks the lock, and takes the chocolate bar back, pretending nothing ever happened (which he was very tempted to do).

   Ouma sighed and turned over to face the ceiling.  The paint had dried clumpy, so if he focused hard enough he could make out random shapes and give them a story.  The dried specks reminded him of stars—granted, he had no idea how the constellations were actually shaped, but they were random dots all the same—and he wished he could watch the stars with Saihara one night, maybe cuddling and talking about how much they love each other.  Ouma placed his right arm over his eyes and groaned; hopefully tomorrow would go well.

   Waking up for the second time that morning was torture.  Ouma slid off of his bed and landed with a quiet thud on the ground.  He laid there for a few moments before slowly getting up and grabbing clothes from the closet.  He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a little bit, too tired to process anything yet, and then sat back down on his bed.  He could feel his eyes struggle to remain open, and just as he was about to let them close, his alarm saying that he would be late if he didn’t leave right now began blaring.  He groaned and turned off his phone before sluggishly making his way to his classroom.

   He could hear the loud boisterousness of his classmates from the end of the hallway, and drudged onwards towards it.  When he opened the door, the voices seemed to die down significantly.  Ouma scanned the room briefly with his tired eyes and gave a small smirk.  “Oh? Are you all finally realizing I’m your supreme leader?” he challenged, “I’m glad to see that my loyal subjects bow down quietly before me. Neeheehee!”

   “Yo, dude,” Momota chirped out, “what’s up with this note?”  He gestured to the small object in Saihara’s hands and Saihara looked away bashfully.

   “I,” Saihara stammered, eventually making eye contact, “I only showed Momota, but he was really loud and now the whole class knows.”  He ended his statement as if it were a question, and Ouma stared blankly at the chocolate in his hands.

   Ouma threw his hands up behind his head and, mustering up as much as his tired body could asked, “oh, that? Can’t you guys read?”  He pouted, “It says how much I love Saihara-chan!  That’s my confession chocolate you meanies,” he willed up some crocodile tears to pour out and loudly started sobbing.

   “God, just shut up!” Iruma shouted, “Nobody cares about your twink-ass crush!”

   At that point the bell rung, and everyone who was still standing took their seats.  Ouma caught Saihara glancing over at him a few times, but, like always, Saihara was the one person Ouma could almost never read.  Unfortunately, that included now.  What was he thinking?  He didn’t look put off by the confession, but did he even believe him in the first place?  No, of course not, he made sure to act as though he was lying.

   The day went on as usual: classes passed, Kiibo yelled at Ouma for making a robophobic remark, Harukawa only threatened to kill him four times today, and nobody paid attention to the teacher in the last ten minutes of class before lunch.  Ouma had, gradually, become more awake throughout the day, only falling asleep in class once for about five minutes.  That said, in his tired state this morning he had completely forgotten to eat breakfast, and was now walking slightly faster than he usually did to the dining hall.  Once he had his food, Ouma made his way to one of the outside tables, securely hidden by a tree.  Sometimes he liked to join others just to mess with them, but most of his classmates were still in a Valentine’s Day mood, with the couples flirting more than usual and the single people either complaining about not having a date or about how the holiday is a scam and shouldn’t be celebrated.

   Ouma began to eat his meal in peace.  He didn’t want to confront anyone right now, completely unrelated to the fact that he doesn’t want to be faced with questions about his crush.  Ouma sighed.  That was a lie.  He really should have taken the chocolate back last night.  He heard footsteps approach him, and resigned himself to the fact that of course Gokuhara would want to sit with him anyway, because he was just too nice.  Ouma looked up at the trespasser and nearly dropped his drink.  It was Saihara.

   “Wow,” Ouma sang, “is my beloved Saihara-chan joining me for lunch today?  Did Momota-chan and Harukawa-chan kick you out?  That is just so mean.”

   Saihara rolled his eyes and sat down across from Ouma.  “Ouma, we’re friends.  Am I not allowed to sit with you?”

   “Of course you are, my beloved Saihara-chan!”  His face grew a tad darker as he leaned in slightly, “but that’s not why you’re here, is it?  I can tell. You’re hiding something.”  He took a few more bites of his food and then looked at the other boy with tears in his eyes.  “I thought,” Ouma hiccupped, “I thought you said we were friends.  Why would you lie to me?”

   Saihara was startled by the outburst, clearly on edge.  He fidgeted around slightly, looking anywhere but at Ouma, which made him more suspicious. “Geez,” Ouma spat out, “you don’t have to be so worried, you know.  It’s not like I won’t bite.”

   Saihara chuckled softly, “don’t you mean it’s not like you will bite?”

   Ouma hummed.  “Oh yeah,” he smiled, “or maybe that was a lie. Who knows?”

   Saihara sighed and finally looked Ouma in the eyes.  He blushed slightly and went to pull his hat lower, over his eyes, forgetting he no longer wore it to school.  He looked downcast and put the chocolate from last night onto the table.  “Why did you give me this?” he asked.

   “Because I love you,” Ouma declared nonchalantly, taking another bite.

   “No you don’t,” Saihara countered, “not like that.  This is Valentine’s Day chocolate, that’s supposed to be for couples, or for people with romantic interest in each other.  I didn’t,” he paused, hesitant and unsure of himself, “I don’t need your obligation chocolate, Ouma.  It’s not funny.”

   “What makes you say it’s obligation chocolate?  Didn’t you read the note?  It says I love you.  I know how Valentine’s Day works, Saihara-chan.”

   “And I know how you work, Ouma.”  Ouma looked at Saihara in shock.  The other boy was trembling slightly, and he looked like he was about to cry.

   “Saihara-ch—” Ouma started but was interrupted.

   “No.  Listen, I know you like making fun of people, and you mean it all in good fun, but this is too far.  You can’t just,” Saihara’s breath hitched, “you don’t just make fun of people’s feelings like that.  You always ask us why we hate lies, and this is why: lies like this!”  He gestured angrily to the chocolate.  “You don’t have to feel the same way, but please don’t give me something like this if you don’t mean it.  It really hurts.”  Saihara got up and walked away with tears finally starting to break free, leaving a stunned Ouma in his wake.

   Option number six: Saihara returns his feelings but doesn’t believe they’re real.  Ouma is speechless.  The irony of the situation is so funny that if it were happening to anybody else he would double over laughing.  But this is happening to him.  Saihara liked him.  That’s what he meant by all of that, right?  There’s no other way to interpret that.  But if that’s so, then why was he so determined to believe Ouma was lying? Shouldn’t he have been happy? Ouma really can’t read Saihara at all. But he needed to tell him the truth for once.

   The rest of the day passed too slowly for Ouma.  He was fidgeting all throughout the remainder of his classes, bouncing his leg and chewing at the eraser on his pencil.  All he wanted to do was go back to the dorms so he could confess to Saihara properly.  He had nothing to be afraid of.  Saihara liked him back.

   When the last bell finally rang, Ouma booked it out of class and made his way to his room as fast as he could without actually sprinting.  He threw his bag onto the floor and paced around his room for a good ten plus minutes trying to think of how to confront Saihara.  Clearly, there was something about Ouma’s behavior that made it impossible for Saihara to like him.  It could also very well be that Saihara’s anxieties had some play in the matter.  Either way, Ouma would have to be as serious as he could with Saihara, which would be hard, but he was willing to do it for him. Ouma took in a deep breath and marched out of his room and headed straight towards Saihara’s.  He rose up his fist determinedly to knock, but stopped right before his knuckled pounded against the wood.  He was doubting himself.  He was always so sure of everything, but he always wanted to make double- and triple-sure with Saihara.  There was a fragileness about him, where he was afraid he would break if Saihara pried too far into who Ouma really was.  But at the same time, only Saihara made Ouma feel so comfortable, so real and valid, that Ouma wanted to show him who he really was.

   “Ouma?” a hushed voice spoke up behind him, and Ouma whipped around to be faced with a puffy-eyed Saihara. He brought down his fist and his face fell.  He made Saihara cry.  He really needed to work out this situation immediately.

   “Can we talk?” he asked as seriously as he could.  His face was neutral, no hint of lying or joking, and he held strong eye contact with the taller boy.  Saihara nodded awkwardly and then opened his door, letting Ouma inside, and then closed it quietly after he followed.

   Ouma plopped down onto Saihara’s bed, used to the other soon joining him, but instead Saihara sat at his desk chair, not making eye contact or even looking Ouma’s way.  It made Ouma so frustrated he wanted to scream.  But instead of screaming, he got up and quickly walked over to Saihara.  Saihara, confused by the unexpected action, looked up at Ouma, only to have his face grabbed by two small hands, and a pair of fruity-tasting lips mash against his own. Saihara jolted back, a deep red flush flooding his face as he stammered out incoherent syllables.

   Ouma smirked, “see? Saihara-chan had no right to think I was lying.  I really do—hey wait why are you crying?”  Ouma leaned down to wipe at Saihara’s tears but he was forcefully pushed away.

   “Why are you doing this to me?” Saihara screeched.  “You know I like you!”

   “Goddammit!”  This time Ouma did scream.  “Listen, Saihara-chan.  I had no idea that you liked me, okay?  I honestly didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be romantically into me because I’m such an asshole.  And yes, I know I’m a jerk I just,” he groaned loudly.  “Look, I don’t…bond with people well.  So I end up annoying them and being a jerk.  But even if I am a jerk, I wouldn’t make fun of someone’s crush. Probably.  Actually wait, no, that’s a lie.  I would totally make fun of Iruma-chan.  But not,” he sighs, pausing.  “I wouldn’t make fun of you.  Especially not if you actually had a crush on me.  Which, apparently, you do, which I still don’t really understand.”

   “You…honestly had no idea that I liked you?” Saihara asked, genuinely confused.  Ouma shook his head.  “I thought you could easily understand what everyone was thinking and feeling, though.”

   “Yeah, well, I could never really understand you.  That’s part of what made me so interested in you.  You intrigued me,” Ouma confessed.

   “Only part?” Saihara inquired.

   “The other part was because I’m gay and you’re attractive.”  Both of them were blushing at this point, although Ouma still had a decent amount of control over his expression.

   “So then, if you didn’t know I liked you, why did you give me the chocolate?  And why did you, uh, why did you,” Saihara squeaked, “why did you kiss me?”

   Ouma just looked at him, dumbfounded.  He ran his hands through his hair, throwing all of his composure out the window, finally letting his massive blush take over his face.  “Because I like you too, okay?” he declared, much louder than he had meant to.  He locked eyes with Saihara, who had let his mouth drop slightly.  It was kind of cute.

   That was another lie.

   It was extremely cute.

   And Ouma wanted to kiss him again.  But he waited for Saihara to reply.

   “You,” Saihara gaped, “you like me?”  And Ouma laughed.  He laughed at both of them for being so stupid.  But he nodded.  He nodded as a few tears spilt from his eyes.

   “Yes.  I like you so fucking much.  That’s why I gave you chocolate.  And invited you to hang out with me on Valentine’s Day.  God, Saihara-chan, those are like, super big hints.  At the very least you could’ve figured it out when I kissed you,” Ouma pouted.

   Saihara laughed embarrassedly, looking away.  “Well, it’s not like you figured out that I liked you either.”

   “Duh,” Ouma huffed out.  “That’s because you don’t flirt with me.  Geez, Saihara-chan.”

   “I do flirt with you though,” Saihara looked back into Ouma’s purple eyes, gaining some confidence. “I accepted your invitation to spend time with me on Valentine’s Day, I chose to watch a romantic movie with you on Valentine’s Day, we shared a bed on Valentine’s Day, you slept over on Valentine’s Day—”

   “Can you please stop saying Valentine’s Day like that?” Ouma’s blush grew redder.

   “We cuddled on Valentine’s Day.”

   “I thought that was just, like, a trans thing?  There are some trans guys in DICE and we cuddle all the time,” Ouma supplied.

   Saihara sighed at looked away from Ouma.  He balled his hands into his pants and chewed on his lips slightly.  Ouma was about to ask him why he wasn’t saying anything when a pair of rough, chapped lips crashed messily into his own.  This time Saihara was kissing him.  It was awkward and short, and Saihara hid his face behind his hands to hide his embarrassment, but it happened.  And Ouma couldn’t stop the smile that spread upon his face.

   “Saihara-chan!”  He leapt onto the other boy as he drew out his name.  The chair leaned back from the force of Ouma literally throwing himself onto it, and it fell over from the combined weight of the two boys.  Ouma laid sprawled out on top of Saihara and sat up to straddle him, giggling.  “Hey, hey! Saihara-chan!  I love you!”

   Saihara had covered his face by draping his left arm over it, doing almost null to cover his spreading blush. He still managed to mumble out an embarrassed “I love you too.”

   “Aw, Saihara-chan,” Ouma whined, wiggling, “why are you so embarrassed huh?  Huh?”  He laughed and moved around some more and Saihara grabbed whatever was nearest to him and threw it at Ouma, which happened to be a crumpled up homework assignment that had fallen to the floor during the crash.  He then tried to kick Ouma (gently), but found that rather hard to do in their current position, which just made Ouma laugh more.

   Ouma looked down at the flustered boy with a fond and loving smile.  He leaned down and placed a quick peck on Saihara’s lips before asking, “So, do you wanna date me?”  Saihara nodded, peeking out from underneath his arm.  He smiled softly and it made Ouma’s heart melt.  Speaking of things that melt…

   “Hey, Saihara-chan?” His boyfriend looked up at him.  Boyfriend!

“Yes Kokichi?”  Any and all resolve Ouma had had dispersed at the use of his given name and he squeaked.

Quickly trying to recover himself, although still blushing harder than Saihara, Ouma asked, “do you want to share that chocolate bar?”

[kitkatwinchester]

Happy FFWF! Here's a fun game, find these emotions in your writing somewhere, and give us the snippet that contains them: Joy, Sadness, Anger, Fear, Disgust (no this wasn't inspired by Inside Out at all what are you talking about). This can be from any story you've written/are writing, and they all don't have to be from the same story either. I look forward to seeing your writing!

Happy (very late) FFWF! 

Sorry this took me so long, but I hadn’t really had the time to go through and look for snippets lol. I do now, though, and I’m excited, ‘cause this is a super fun question! 

P.S. I freaking love Inside Out, so I that makes me really appreciate this ask! <3

P.P.S. Sorry in advance: these are really long snippets because I couldn’t decide where to cut them off.  

Joy

From Love in Not So Many Words (SPOILERS for 15x18 of Supernatural). 

For several seconds, the pair just stares at each other, gaping. But then Cas smiles at him--the same beautiful smile that he had given him just before he said goodbye--and says the words that will always, always make Dean's heart burst.

"Hello Dean."

Dean practically runs over to him, shaky legs barely holding him up as he stops just in front of the person who’d just confessed everything to him. The person who he’d thought he’d lost forever. He reaches out a tentative hand towards Cas’s shoulder, and when it connects solidly, all of his tension releases, and he feels tears falling again, but this time, they’re not out of sadness; they’re out of joy.

“I can’t believe it,” he breathes out, staring at Cas as the angel’s own eyes tear up. “You’re...I thought...I didn’t…” Dean’s stumbling over his words, but he has no idea how to say what he wants to. How can he possibly get across how he feels? After everything that Cas said to him, and everything they’ve been through together, how could he possibly convey it all? Without thinking, his mouth says the first thing that comes to his mind.

“You’re an idiot.” And Cas laughs. He breaks into full-blown laughter, and it’s the last little bit Dean needs, the last thing that gives him the courage and the strength to take one more step forward.

He moves his hand to Cas’s cheek, and before Cas has a chance to say anything, he leans in and kisses him.

And the kiss is wet, and sloppy, and nothing short of disgusting with their tear-stained faces.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because Cas loves him.

And Dean…

Dean loves him right back.

Despite my mixed feelings about Destiel after all of the annoying fandom drama, I’m still really proud of this fic and everything I did with it, and I gotta say: the ending of it definitely radiates pure joy. <3 <3 

Sadness

From Chapter 4 of Always and Forever

“Alright, little Morguna. Bedtime for baby.” Morgan gasped. “That’s Daddy,” she said, sitting up. “It’s Daddy, like...like on the...the video. From before.” Her Mommy nodded, and when Morgan looked, she thought she saw her crying. But then Mommy reached down and pressed the button again, stopping the noise, and when she looked at Morgan, she wasn’t crying at all. “Yeah, it’s Daddy. It’s a recording of his voice, when you were itty bitty. Just a little baby.” Her Mommy picked it up and let her hold it. “I wanted to give it to you when you were older, but...I think now is a good time for you to have it.” She reached over, pointing to a button on the side. “Push there.” Morgan looked at her, then back at the button and pushed it. It made noise again. “Alright, little Morguna,” she heard again. “Bedtime for baby.” And this time, Mommy didn’t stop it, and her Daddy started to sing. “Goodnight my angel...”

When the song was over, her Mommy reached over and hit the button, wrapping her hand around Morgan’s. Morgan looked up and saw that her Mommy was crying. And when she thought about it, she realized she was crying too. But, it wasn’t just because she was sad. She missed him, lots and lots and lots, even more now. But there was something else there too.

Something else that made her cry.

It made her miss him. But it also made her smile, just a little.

In general, I don’t really write sad stories. 9 times out of 10, my whump/angst/hurt always comes with comfort and happy endings, because I don’t like leaving my characters sad. However, I do like making people feel emotions, and this is the saddest chapter in my saddest story. I made myself cry writing it, and I made a lot of my readers cry when they read it. Even though this part in itself is a little bitter sweet, it’s the part that made everyone cry, so it’s the part I’m using. 

Anger

From Nothing Wrong with Being Yourself

Peter woke up groggily, rolled up in a blanket on a couch—a couch he knew all too well.

He sat up with a jolt, not sure how he’d ended up back at the Tower—hadn’t he just been at school?—but when he saw Tony sitting there looking at him bemusedly, StarkPad in hand, he stopped as the timeline of events played in his mind.

“Did you...did you carry me?” he asked, avoiding the actual topic at hand. Tony stared at him, seeming to debate if he was going to accept Peter’s avoidance, and eventually, he did, putting the StarkPad down on the table.

“I might have,” he said before reaching towards another table on his right, grabbing a glass and handing it over. Peter took it gratefully, sipping it at first, but then quickly downing it, his throat dry from...well, everything that had happened.

“What did you tell--”

“That you weren’t feeling great,” Tony interrupted, clearly anticipating the question. “Which, technically, wasn’t a lie.” Tony stood, grabbing his StarkPad off the table in the process. “And I told May where you were, so she wouldn’t worry, but I gave her the same details I gave to your principal, so she’ll probably be calling as soon as she’s done with work.” He turned towards the kitchen, then, but he didn’t get far.

“I’m sorry,” Peter blurted before he could stop himself, and Tony halted in his tracks, tensing up.

“What?” Tony whispered, and if Peter’s hearing wasn’t enhanced, he probably wouldn’t have heard him.

“I’m sorry,” Peter repeated, a little more timidly this time. Tony was standing stone-still in front of him, and as hard as Peter was trying, he couldn’t read his body language at all. “About all of that. I should’ve...I should’ve handled it better. I did it. I made the post. I...I should’ve been more ready for the conseq--”

“Stop,” Tony practically shouted, and Peter jumped a little bit. After several seconds of tense silence, Tony spoke up again. “Do not, under any circumstances, blame any of this on yourself.” Finally, the man turned around, and when he did, Peter’s eyes widened. As much as Tony was trying to hide it, Peter could see it now--his mentor was seething. “Because none of this, none of it, is your fault. You are one of the smartest, kindest, most fearless people I know, and you did something so incredibly brave, and you deserved so much more than all of that shit that that asshole threw at you.” Tony’s voice had been getting increasingly louder, but when he looked at Peter, he stopped, likely noticing the surprise and slight fear in Peter’s expression. He looked away briefly, cursing under his breath before breathing deeply. When he turned back to Peter, his expression was a lot calmer, but Peter just kept staring at him, not sure what to say.

Eventually, Tony made his way back over, sinking into the couch next to Peter. Instinctively, Peter moved closer and tucked himself into Tony’s side, and he heard the man chuckle a little before a gentle arm came around his shoulders, pulling him in tighter. They sat like that for several minutes, reveling in the comfort they gave each other, but before long, Peter’s anxiety started to get the better of him.

“Mr. Stark...” he started, voice barely above a whisper. “What’s wrong with me?” He could feel the way Tony’s muscles tensed, just the slightest, and he wished he could retract the question, but he couldn’t help thinking it.

“Nothing,” Tony said quickly, tightening his grip on him. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with being yourself. No matter what other kids say, or what they do, you are who you are, and who you are is amazing. You got that?” Peter shifted a little, but didn’t confirm, not sure if he really believed it. “Hey,” Tony said, pushing Peter away from him just enough to lock eyes with him. “I mean it, kiddo. Everything I said before--it’s all true, okay? You are a better person than anyone I have ever met, and being asexual doesn’t change that at all. And no matter how you identify, I will always, always love you for you. Understand?”

This is one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written, and this anger scene is honestly one of my proudest. The way I conveyed just how furious Tony was about Flash, and the way Peter reacts...I just feel like it was really done on my part, so here it is lol. 

Fear

From Chapter 2 of Who Knew Birthdays Could Be So Complicated

Peter was supposed to be here forty-three minutes ago.

Tony has been frantically pacing the Tower’s lab, continuing to check the clock every few minutes. Despite several attempts from his wife to convince him otherwise, he had insisted on coming with Happy to pick up Peter and bring him back to the lake house for his birthday. At the time, he claimed he was feeling nostalgic for the Tower. Really, he just wanted to be there for himself to make sure that absolutely nothing could go wrong.

And now, Peter was forty-three minutes late.

He had called Pepper, and she’d been convinced he was over-reacting, claiming that Peter had probably gotten held up at school and would likely be there soon.

But that was twenty minutes ago, and Peter still isn’t here, and Tony really can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

He hears the elevator ding behind him and spins around hopefully, but his heart sinks a little at seeing Happy walk through the elevator doors.

“Anything?” he asks, but Happy just shakes his head. He grumbles a bit--something about kids being respectful of adults��� time--but Tony can see the slight furrow in his eyebrows. Even Happy’s starting to get suspicious. No matter what happens, Peter’s never this late.

Tony finally gives in, calling out to the A.I.  who’s, luckily, still installed in the Tower systems.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call Peter.” He knows the kid’s been struggling with being back, and he tries hard not to be too overbearing, but his concern is starting to override that sentiment.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. doesn’t answer right away, and Tony raises an eyebrow. “F.R.I., any day now.” There’s another brief pause before the A.I. finally responds, oddly hesitant.

“The call’s not going through.” That stops Tony in his tracks, his blood running cold.

“What did you just say?”

“There’s no signal coming from his phone,” the A.I. continues. “I can’t track it. Something seems to be blocking it.”

“What something??” Tony asks, getting more and more frantic. The kid has a StarkPhone gifted by yours truly-- nothing should be able to block that signal. He’d made sure of that himself.

“I’m not sure,” the A.I. admits, and she’s starting to sound concerned. Not that he blames her, because his own heart is beating so fast he’s worried it’ll stop completely.

“What about the suit? Can you track the suit?” The only reason his StarkPhone wouldn’t be working is if it was in pieces--and frankly, even then, Tony would probably still be able to find him--which means that something must’ve gone wrong.

“The suit is at his apartment,” the A.I. responds, and Tony’s heart clenches further.

“Watch. Check the watch.”

“No signal from the watch either, boss,” the A.I. says. “Or from his backpack.” Tony spins to face Happy, whose face is now completely giving away his concern. Tony, meanwhile, is full-on panicking.

He has more trackers on that kid than he’s ever put on anyone or anything--except maybe Morgan. How can none of them be traceable?

And if the suit is still at his apartment, then that means that whatever happened happened to Peter, not Spider-Man.

Which is a thousand times worse.

So...I don’t really have any fic snippets that are specifically fear-based. Most of the ones that are closest to fear are really more like worry/concern, but I think that still counts, and since 80% of Tony’s perspective in this story is said fear/worry/concern, I’m using this one. 

Disgust

From S’more Family Time

As he starts to shake the marshmallow into the fire, Jack stops him.

“Can I have it?” Dean freezes, turning to him in bewilderment.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah!” Jack confirms. “I mean, it can’t be that bad, right? It’s still a marshmallow, and we wouldn’t wanna waste it. Besides, maybe it’ll give it a ‘crispy on the outside, gooey on the inside’ taste.” Dean smirks, rolling his eyes a little.

“That’s what the graham cracker part is for, kid.” But when Jack’s still staring at him, eyes bright as ever, Dean obliges, sliding the marshmallow onto a graham cracker instead and topping it off with chocolate and another graham cracker. As he hands his kid the finished product, he takes Jack’s skewer in trade, so that both hands are free for the full s’mores eating experience.

As Jack takes a bite, Dean can’t help his cringe at the resounding crinkling of the burnt marshmallow, but Jack only smiles brightly, taking another bite enthusiastically. Sam and Cas laugh.

Alright, so, being one of my most uplifting stories, I almost used a snippet of this for joy, but...oddly enough, disgust was hard to find in my fics, and when I thought about it, I think Dean’s reaction to Jack enjoying the burn s’more is as close as I can get, so here we are. XD 

This was so much fun! Thank you for this ask! I really liked it! I’d love to do more like this in the future! 

Also, while I’m here, I’d just like to remind everyone that one of these stories (Nothing Wrong with Being Yourself) was actually nominated for the Irondad Creator Awards, as was Where Life Begins and Love Never Ends. Plus, I was nominated as a prolific writer! 

If you guys like my writing, I’d really appreciate it if you’d consider voting for me! Today is the last day, and you have until midnight PT. You can find the form here. Thank you in advance! 

And thank you for this ask. I had a lot of fun with it! <3 

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Diamond Edge hi touch experience + confessions

Because our “shit admin says post” was so damn long, we decided to split our diamond edge experience into 2 parts. So here is our hi-touch experience and confessions.

Shit Admin Says

HI-TOUCH AND POST CONCERT

HI-TOUCH

Before the Hi-Touch, Junnie to Wooed: “When you see Jun later, please yell my name at his face damn loudy. I don’t care what his reaction is JUST DO IT.”

Wooed: “OK, I’LL TRY”

Jihooned’s legs nearly gave way when she saw her biases (Jihoon, Seokmin, Chan, Hoshi)

Wooed: “Oh god Jun better not be the first one because I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO REMEMBER ANYONE AFTER JUN”

Wooed: *tiptoes to peek at the hitouch area*

Wooed: “OGOD IT’S FREAKING JUN. JUN’S THE FIRST.” *collapses onto the floor wailing so much the security guard told her to calm down*

ALSO IM PRETTY SURE WONWOO AND MINGYU SAW MY SHIRT??? Wonwoo had squinted a little and Mingyu did this little confused head tilt but AAAAAAAAAA

After the Hi-Touch, all admins: Not gon wash our left hand

Scooped: /accidentally touches glass partition/ “SHIT SHIT SHIT ITS DIRTY SIJAsfkjsdn

Jihooned: /while holding left hand mid air/ They very big (big as in broad)  

Hoshit, to Minghao: “哥我爱你“， to Jihoon: “i love you”, was supposed to call Soonyoung “wangjanim”, got too shook in the end, only managed to choke out a “thank you” after staring into his eyes for 5 seconds

Hoshit emerges from the Hi-touch crying; nearly screams but has the presence of mind to do it silently as she is in public

Wooed ran out of the room and yelled at Junnie: “I DIDN’T DO IT I DIDN’T DO IT BUT quick touch my hand touch my hand. JUN WAS FIRST, JUN WAS FIRST?!?!?! AND JISOO WAS LAST WTH!!!!” (Needless to say, Junnie died, again.)

Jihooned quickly runs down a floor to find 2 other friends: FASTER FASTER TOUCH TOUCH

Hoshit; ending ment: “i miss them already”

Post-concert

Hoshit and Wooed try to get into a taxi, Hoshit reaches for the door handle with the left hand, pauses, retracts, and stares at Wooed expectantly. “How can you expect me to open the door with this hand that touched thirteen Gods??” Wooed is unimpressed. Hoshit ends up doing some kind of acrobatic act and manages to open the door with her elbow instead. They go home and live happily ever after. (this is a lie, Hoshit cries every night right before she sleeps, and every morning when she wakes up for a week after the concert. To this day, she still dreams of Seventeen every night.)

CONFESSIONS

Admin jihooned was in the midst of swerving for seokmin during de (she swerved right after it ended) so this hopefully explains her excessive screaming for him (kthxbye it’s time for jihooned to hide)

Awhile back, the “How to spot the admin” post that we made made mentioned that I wouldn’t go for DE. But I did go in the end HAHA. So here’s what happened: Remember when I (DAMN LUCKILY) bought the VIP tickets for 2 of the admins? Jihooned (Now should be known as Seokminned -.-) bought a pair of extra tickets for Cat 1. Initially, I really didn’t want to go because I did not have enough money for it. BUT ALL BECAUSE OF THAT ONE NIGHT, when Jihooned came over my house to eat ramyeon and she showed me the damn beautiful MY I live performance. Oh frick my life, it was that one video that made me open my already empty wallet. (WEN JUNHUI YOU ARE GORGEOUS.) And yeah, so I bought the ticket from Jihooned! And at this point, the only admins that knew I was going was Jihooned, Hoshi and myself. We wanted to surprise the other 2 admins because they were quite sad that I wasn’t able to go. BUTTTTTT, guess which idiot exposed me to Wooed? Asdfghkl;;;; So in the end the only one who didn’t know about it was Scooped. The best thing was, Scooped and I worked under the same department (during internship), so we saw each other every single day. But we all managed to hide it from her, saying that the extra ticket was for Jihooned’s friend. While queuing to enter the concert hall, I was with Scooped at the bag check. She was like “Wtf are you doing here? You have free concert tickets?!?! Wth LUCKY”. And she didn’t find out about this entire thing until Wooed explained to her after the concert was over. So yeah, tricking Scooped was a success and I did manage to see 13 angels in the end. The end weeeee.

- Junnie

P.S. You shouldn’t be angry at me, Scooped. It was Jihooned/Hoshit’s idea :>

There is no confession other than i love scoups to the moon and back into the core of the earth and back to the moon and back again and it still goes on.

Mingyu is perfect. I’ve started shipping him with Admin Wooed

Am still very very very very very VERY angry with the other admins for hiding this from me do you know how many times i didnt dare to talk about svt in front of Junnie bec i thought she’s be sad that she wasnt going??????????? /rolls eyes/

- Scooped

P.S. Admin Jihooned damn Kiam pa (she swerved too fast & needs to get hit)

PSA I LOVE JIHOON AND SOONYOUNG AND SEUNGCHEOL AND MINGHAO AND BOO AND EVERY SEVENTEEN MEMBER A LOT

Jihooned I’m looking at you how can you swerve out of Jihoon’s lane you unloyal hoe LMAO 

Correction: I did not swerve out he’s just sharing the lane with Seokmin right now sharing is caring 

-jihooned

JK I’m just sad that Jihoon lost a stan please stan Jihoon more everyone!!!!! Scooped chose her husband really well, Seungcheol is hot hot like a tater tot and my side hoe bias

How am I not a Mingyu stan yet.

Jihoon is my small dumpling baby.

I spent too much money on merch and now I’m not prepared for their November comeback someone please sponsor me I am looking for a sugar daddy preferably Korean and from Seventeen and may his name start with Choi and end with Seungcheol. (Scooped might not allow this)

- Admin Hoshit

[chuuteau]

ᴀᴅᴠɪʟ ~ ᴛᴀᴄʜɪʜᴀʀᴀ ᴍɪᴄʜɪᴢᴏᴜ

So I came up with a list of prompts of my own, or vague ideas and whatnot that inspired me. Yuchi and I decided to choose the idea "I'm doped up on Advil and I really want you to just spit out whatever you have to say and get out of my house/office." and then trigger happy bandaid was the winner of our random selector website. Trying to kick myself out of depression and into inspiration.

She woke up, the sun hitting her eyes and making them water. She could see the specks of dust floating through the air, everything silent except for the occasional honking of a car horn on the nearby road. She groaned as she sat up, feeling like her head was stuffed with cotton. Everything felt heavy, and all she wanted to do was lay back down in bed. But a desperate need for water drove her out of the warm blanket and onto her feet, shuffling into the kitchen for a glass. She gulped it down greedily along with two Advil, willing the headache and pain in her joints to go away. 

Yesterday she had been working overtime, running around in the rain and frantically filling out Mori's paperwork, all so she could have today off and enjoy herself. Yet here she was, suffering on her mini vacation because she wore wet clothes all day. The girl mentally cursed herself for being so stupid, but at least she didn't have to go back into the Port Mafia and struggle through her cold. She set her cup down, a shot of pain passing through her head like a bullet. She quickly dry swallowed the rest of the Advil's in the bottle, which probably made up about nineteen total. Running her fingers through her hair, she lazily dragged her shivering body back into bed and pulled the cocoon of covers over her head.

The aching female was starting to drift back into dreamland when frantic and harsh knocking startled her. Heart racing, she went up and peeked out of the eye hole, seeing an impatient Tachihara standing there, still hammering on her door like he was ready to break it down. She swung the door open reluctantly and was assaulted with a barrage of yelling. "God, it fucking took you long enough, I've been standing out here forever. Look, there's an emergency, grab the keys to your office and let's go, it's important." His tone made him sound pissed, but he had an unidentified emotion in his eyes she was surprised to find. "Michizou...." she said, finally identifying the emotion as worry. A rush of panic hit her. If he was worried, she probably should be as well. She shoved her feet into her boots, not even bothering with her pajama shorts and t-shirt as she threw on a windbreaker. Her keys were shoved into her pocket as she stumbled out the door, vertigo almost making her fall. 

"Let's go, if we run we can get there fast." She said as she picked up the pace, grateful her apartment was close enough to headquarters. Tachihara was next to her, and with her blurry vision, she noted something about him seemed different. Her heavy breathing and the dryness of her throat took her attention away from determining the change, her sight starting to get black around the edges. By the time they made it to the damp and grimy hallways of the Port Mafia headquarters, she was barely hanging in there. The Advil seemed to take the edge off and was making her feel somewhat drowsy, but the adrenaline and fear kept her from curling up on the floor, which was covered in who knows what and taking a nap. 

Tachihara grabbed her by the elbow when she began slowing down, trying to encourage her to keep up the pace. "Come on, a little job shouldn't make you this tired," he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he dragged her along. "Pull out your keys. Think a little, would you?" he snapped as they stopped in front of her office door. She sluggishly thought of all the work inside she would probably find and sighed. Her hands felt numb and stiff like she had frozen them. The keys fell out of her hand, and as she bent over to grab them, she gripped onto his leg to steady herself. "Michizou, please tell me what's going on. What's in my office? I need to know what's happening." she said, her voice harsh and raspy. The stress of an unknown emergency was shredding her already spent nerves, and she felt like she might cry if she didn't either go to sleep or get some sort of answer. 

He ignored her as he grabbed the keys out of her fumbling fingers, almost snapping them in half as he unlocked the door and flung it open. She put a hand on the door frame to brace herself as her eyes stopped functioning for a moment, and tunnel vision began to set in. Was there a bomb? A hostage? Did the only person she actually talked to in this god forsaken place murder someone he shouldn't have and the body was in here? As she tilted her drooping head to look at him, she was him grabbing something off of the back of her office chair. Tachihara breathed what sounded like a sigh of relief and turned around, smiling and waving at her. "Thank god it was in here! I was afraid Gin might've taken it and done something after I called her cheap."

In his hands was the green crop jacket he always wore, the fur on the edge of the hood waving slightly as he moved. 'That's why he looked different, he wasn't wearing his coat.' she thought before the situation registered in her barely functioning mind. "Perfect timing too, it's going to be raining later," he commented as he checked the article of clothing for any damage. "Michizou...." She said, her voice low as she closed her eyes, wishing she had another bottle of Advil to dope herself up with. "Huh? Oh, yeah?" the amber eyed commander responded as he pulled his jacket on. "You got me out of bed on my day off when I'm sick for this? You barge into my house, freak me out, and drag me all the way here, and for what, you're stupid fucking coat?!" Screw one more bottle, she was ready to pop pills until she was foaming at the mouth. Her head was splitting and yelling didn't help, but she was so angry she didn't even care. 

She leaned her whole body against the door frame, the concern draining out of her. Along with it went her will to live and the energy to stand. She lifted her arm and pointed at him, then gestured out the door. "Take your dumb fucking coat and get the hell out of my office." She hissed before her legs failed her and she harshly landed on her knees, frustrated beyond belief. Out of all of her problems in the Port Mafia, from avoiding stray bullets to not being skewered by angry emo boys to being swept away by a sea of paperwork, this took the cake. She felt tears building up at the corner of her eyes, upset over what was happening and ready to just crawl into an early grave if it meant not dealing with this shit. 

Alarmed by her fall, he knelt down by her side, hands hovering over her shoulders but not touching. "Shit, are you okay? Oh crap, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were sick. I wasn't thinking, I just-" she interrupted him by weakly pushing his shoulder. "You never think. You always just freak out and act without thinking. Use your head instead of your brawn once in a while, you stupid idiot." A few tears dripped down as she just gave up on life, slumping against him as he pulled her into an awkward hug instinctively. "Am I less important than your god damn coat?" she sobbed. 

Tachihara felt a wave of guilt, wishing he was more attentive to her needs and condition. "No, no you're not. I'm so sorry. Just, don't cry. Fuck, I'm not good at this crap." He bit his lip, unsure of what else he could do at this point. They just sat there in silence, the only sound being her muffled sobs as she just clung to him, tired and reverted back into the mental state of a needy child. Eventually, as she started to calm down and collect herself, he piped up. "If it makes you feel any better, you're the most important person to me." 

She laughed a little, worn out. "What sort of shitty confession is that?" Tachihara huffed. "It's the best I can do at the moment, just shut up and fucking take it." "So it is a confession?" Nothing but pristine silence. "I didn't think I would tell you when you were crying over my coat. Shit."

Extended Ending

Tachihara adjusted his grip on her legs, walking slowly so the drowsy girl on his back wouldn't be thrown into the street and killed by someone's car. He set her down as they reached the front door of her apartment, and she staggered in, her coat and shoes thrown into a corner, her keys somewhere on the floor. She went to close the door, but his foot blocked it. She reopened it and looked at him, ready to sleep off the bizarre day. The brown haired male hesitated, opening his mouth and then closing it, but not removing the blockage. "Michizou, right now I'm doped up on Advil, and I really just want you to spit it out and get the hell out of my house before I crush your foot." He quickly retracted it, took a deep breath, and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead before walking away. "Call me if you need me," he said as she slammed the door closed and took a nose dive into her bed. His face morphed into a lopsided smile as he snorted and received a text a few minutes later. 

(F/N)-chan: Thanks dumbass