#he wears white button down and black pants frequently enough in the series let him dress up once in a while

[avibero]

We all know I love Tower of God and S2 of the anime has been a pretty good adaptation so far but this is one mistake I can't forgive

what do you MEAN they aren't giving Khun his silly little safari outfit??? They even took away his ponytail!! What the heck!!!!!!

[x-ximenas]

Midnight (Pt. 2)

Prompt: Midnight - 5SOS. A bit of Stay - Post Malone

Pairing: Female!Reader/Roger Taylor

Warnings: Mentions of sex (I don’t go in full detail, but there are big innuendos), sad sad things  and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.

Word Count: 3,488 words

A/N: So sorry for taking this long to put this up, been having some trouble with my finals, but I survived!! If you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just communicate with me!

A/N pt.2: Like most of the time, I took a few literary liberties, there are some movie things, there’s some real stuff, so… yeah.

A/N pt.3: If you’re looking to read some Brian stuff, I have a multipart story (pt. 1, pt. 2) -sadly not finished- but if you read it and like it I’ll do my best to do something about it.

// Part 1 // Part 3 //

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The light was streaming through the almost translucent curtains, warming the room up nicely; birds were chirping at each other, content at today’s weather, thankful for a sunny day instead of the typical foggy grey-ish looking one. It looked as if today was a promising day, one to spend outside, walking in a park, maybe having a picnic with your friends; a day to fall in love and to be truly happy even if you were just having a lazy day with your lover.

Roger woke up due to the light that burned his eyelids, indicating that it was early in the morning and that he had to leave before Y/N woke up. Last night was different to him, it felt different at least, they rarely talked about that kind of transcendental stuff -the future, you know?-, they rather just joke around, as if they were real friends, as if they weren’t naked under the covers and they were just lazing. 

Last night felt special, he reckoned, they seemed more connected than usual and Roger was okay with that, but simultaneously he was really scared about it, he didn’t tend to form substantial bonds with the people he kept this type of relationships, he rather just do what his body craved for and leave, no more words required, just the carnality of the whole ordeal. But with Y/N was different, there were so many interesting things that he enjoyed about her, and unlike the other woman that he frequented, he had to work to get to her, she was unique because she was herself and nobody else. So why was he so afraid?

With a sigh, he looked over his shoulder, Y/N was still very much asleep on the other side of the bed they were still lying on, small snores slipped from her mouth intermittently, she looked calm, a similar feeling resting on Roger’s chest as he gazed at her with tenderness, a feeling that soon was replaced with pure guilt.

He stretched his arms over his head and stood up wanting to crack his back but stopping so that he wouldn’t wake her up. Even though he had considered staying multiple times he always decided against it, so as usual he just grabbed his things from where they laid randomly on her floor and took them to the hallway, where he started to dress himself in the clothes he found on the way out of her flat.

Like most times, guilt rested on the pit of his stomach making him feel fidgety and uneasy, he hated leaving and he hated lying. He groaned as he rubbed his face with both hands, last night repeating in his head, the question, her skin, her lips, and how she opened up her soul, he was really stupid for ignoring such raw moment and even more for not speaking up.

“Say you’re mine” He groaned, his head lulling forward in concentration, sweat dripping off his face, mixing with hers as it cascaded down the valley of her chest.

“I’m yours.” She moaned into his ear, earning a grunt in return as she clawed at his back, surely leaving some red marks.

The small pang of pain apparently edged Roger as he responded in an animalistic manner: “Yes, you are.”

“And I’m yours” he mumbled, before kissing her, such mumble was lost by the feeling of each other’s lips and the slapping sounds their bodies made as they rocked against one another, the headboard moving in harmony.

He's never felt more alive...

He looked around her flat, taking everything in, truly second-guessing if he should leave or not, but his mind was suddenly taken off the topic when his eyes caught sight of a little notepad lying on her countertop, a pen next to it. A thought crossed his mind and he decided to listen to it, so he grabbed the notepad and pen and wrote down a simple sentence for Y/N to read once she wakes up.

As if a note could make his departure any less hurtful, as if it could cover all the things he was keeping from her.

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Mirroring Roger's wakening, Y/N woke up with the tender touch of the unusual rays of sun grazing the exposed skin of her back, echoing the touch of Roger's coarse fingertips, even in her sleep she swore she could still feel his touch. Unlike earlier in the morning the birds have ceased chirping and the only hint of their presence were their silhouettes intermittently blocking the sunlight; they were basking in the gift that was the sun, its appearance was bizarre, so when the clouds decided to let the star come out and play, nature sung along to the tune that the light gave off.

Even though her brain already knew that Roger was no longer laying next to her, the ghosts that danced on her skin made heart hopeful, she longed to find him in the same place he was in when they decided to fall asleep; reason why when she turned her body on herself and face the other side of the bed, her fingers stretched in search of her partner's body heat, yet she found nothing but coldness and the empty bed, leaving a similar feeling on the centre of her chest. It's amazing how, after all this time, she can still keep her hopes up.

Y/N's hand mindlessly patted around the place where Roger used to rest, and with a saddened sigh, and after finally giving up, she lied on her back, her hand coming up to rest on her forehead, the feeling of emptiness spreading throughout her body at a much slower pace than pleasure spreads out. With a shake of her head, she decided to begin sitting up on the bed, firstly using her elbows then the heels of her hands and when she finally was in a comfortable sitting position she moved her body closer to the headboard as to lean her head on the cold surface. 

Yet another sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed the tiredness off her eyes, she didn't necessarily know why she was tired, maybe it was the outcome of last nights events or... she was tired of running around in circles, chasing Roger endlessly on this ridiculous cycle. Now, she groaned in frustration. Y/N had found herself stuck in yet another series of emotions, as of lately her feelings have ranged from love and appreciation to despair and anger, Roger really had her fucked up.

She swiftly threw the scarce covers that were left on her to the other side of the bed making her shiver, consequence of the quick exposure to the sudden gust of air that came through her open window. Her arms flew up to her breasts in an attempt to cover herself both from the cold and the physical vulnerability related to being naked. And like that, she made her way to her bathroom, despite being in her own flat that little walk felt as if it was emulating the popularly known "walk of shame". 

Without much going through her head, she started to get the shower ready for her liking, the water hot, but not hot enough to burn her skin red. As she jumped under the constant beating of the water her mind went numb and her actions quickly switched to auto-pilot, she wasn't up to giving the Roger situation more thought, knowing that if she let her head keep weaving this fantasies she will end up hurting herself even further, parallelly, she also knew that picturing tragic and saddening endings to this thing they had going on wasn't any good for her mental health, either. She was perfectly aware of how her mind could wander off and she was afraid that if she let herself do so, she might end up facing Roger and finally wrapping things up before they wrapped themselves, not a happy outcome, though.

Finally turning off the water of her shower she stepped out of the fog with a towel loosely wrapped around her chest as she held another towel to her hair, giving it a soft yet lazy massage as if to dry it up. On her way out the bathroom to her room, she quickly exchanged the hair towel with a brush, carefully unknotting the mess that was her hair.

With a huff, she opened her closet doors, looking for something nice to wear on an equally as nice day. She was going out with Kat and Donna once again, just this time they decided it was wiser to meet in this sweet little café before heading to Biba instead of meeting at a pub to watch Y/N's lover perform. She quickly threw on her underwear and some bell-bottom brown suede pants, a white button-down sleeveless shirt with a barely-there flower design; and for shoes, a pair of heeled brown and beige suede loafers.

She took a quick glance on her full body mirror, trying to make up her mind on how many buttons she was going to leave unbuttoned. After making up her mind, she was begging to the gods that the mark Roger left wasn't visible if she were to bent over a bit or if the flap of the shirt were to move slightly. Huffin out, her eyes quickly diverted to her face -she decided to ignore the hickey, it was there, fuck what people thought- her hair was brushed out, parted by the middle, sho all she did was brush the front strands behind her ears with the help of a white headband. As she got closer to examine her face, she quickly made up her mind to not over-do her make-up, she'll just brush her eyebrows, add some black mascara to both her top and bottom eyelashes and paint her lips a soft hue of pink.

With a shake of her head, she made her way to her small living room, deciding it was rather wise to water her plants and feed the cat before she went out with the girls. As she poured water on the mildly dry soil she muttered soft encouraging words, complimenting the way that their flowers bloomed or how green their leaves were, caressing the beautiful plants that made her home look lively, plants that she took care of religiously, keeping her somewhat grounded and making her small flat look lively, turning it into a home of her own. Next, she opened the door to her flat, knowing that it was almost certain that Whiskers was standing patiently outside waiting for her daily treat, although Whiskers wasn't hers, she loved him endlessly, he was a lovely cat, endlessly spoiled by everyone that lived in the building.

After leaving a small plate with food outside her door, she took her bag and left the flat, locking the door behind her -a thing that she had initially forgotten about-. As she walked down the street, she took notice on how despite it being sunny outside, a nice gentle breeze of air run from one side of the city to the other, and how when she got tired of the burning sun and she decided to hide herself in the shadows the buildings casted she got cold. Still, she made her way to the café near Biba that the trio frequented, her stomach groaning in protest as she realised she hadn't even had the care of taking an apple or some other snack to eat on her way to the café.

When she got there, she found herself facing the quiet little café, Donna nor Kat anywhere to be seen, so she made her way to one of the tables in the back, a waiter not far behind her, offering a menu with a soft smile. She quickly scanned the menu, pretending to make up her mind in something to eat, the waiter just stood there with a smile, Y/N went there quite often and she always ordered the same thing, he was taking her order in consideration, because the people behind the bar were already making her usual.

"I'll have... I don't know, the usual I guess" she answered, there you have it, bingo!

Everyone in here knew her already, the trio had the tendency to hang out there every once in a while, sometimes they just went there to relax or study, other times they reunited to chat and eat, prepare themselves before heading to Biba or whatever store they had in mind that day.

Y/N waited for her friends to arrive, they usually arrived on time, but strangely enough, the pair were taking a little more time to get there. You see, Kat and Donna were roommates, which made hanging out way easier for the three girls, they could all chill in Kat and Donna's place and have Y/N share a bed with one of them. Also, that meant that when they decided to go out Kat and Donna arrived simultaneously, and usually quite punctually, maybe they overslept.

Though Y/N's thoughts were quickly diverted when she saw Roger walking past the café, a know quickly forming on the pit of her stomach and maybe even her throat when she saw the same brunette from the night before running to catch up with him right in front of the large window showcasing the place, right in front of Y/N. It all seemed like a very poor written joke and she was having none of it, especially after seeing how the brunette's hand looked for the warmth of Roger's, smiling up to him and getting a smile in return... why couldn't she be her? It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, she felt played with, was she just that? A toy?

The clearing of a throat broke her out of her sad daze, as the waiter from before looked at her with an understanding smile, placing her black tea in front of her along with a croissant and a pain au chocolat; she smiled in return, though the smile never reached her eyes and the hunger she once felt when she arrived quickly dissipated into a feeling of nothingness, sickness even.

With a mumble of a 'thanks' she started to play around with her food, adding sugar and milk to her tea, even though she didn't really think she was going to drink it, too afraid that it would propitiate her sickness. But she didn't need to eat or drink anything to make the queazy feeling in her stomach grow, no siree, all she needed was to see Roger and the girl walking into the café, holding hands, finger intertwined.

Her gaze never left him as her eyes quickly watered, and he felt her eyes on him, how couldn't he? He had seen her the moment they stopped in front of the little place, he knew this place from Y/N's stories, he was well aware that this place was Y/N's little place and here he was, standing with another woman by his side, oh how he felt stupid right now, he knew he shouldn't have walked in there, he knew he was making a huge mistake, but he wasn't able to stop Gina -that was the brunette's name- from entering the warm looking café.

Roger had met Gina not too long ago, he had bumped into her at Biba to be exact when looking for clothes with Freddie and Mary. He wasn't planning on talking to her, but she was too kind and too sweet, and he was too stupid, he never dared stop her from talking. And one thing let to the other, and next thing you know they were seeing one another, Gina didn't know about Y/N and Y/N didn't know about Gina, until know, and he could feel the betrayal in her eyes without even looking at her, he had turned Y/N down so many times, too scared to fuck things up; but here he stood with another girl under his arm, a real douche.

Y/N's hand shakily rose, calling for the waiter, she was taking her food with her and she was heading back home, she couldn't stand the thought of being near them, she didn't know if it was out of pain and hurt or maybe even disgust. He quickly arrived by her side and she gently gave the food back to him, asking if he could wrap it up for her to take and if he could tell her how much she had to pay for it. And so he did.

He returned to the table with her food in a little bag and the bill for her breakfast, so she was quick to pull out some pounds, not caring for how much money she was leaving as tip, she was aching to leave and so she did, only bothering to write a quick apology note to her friends, she knew they'd understand.

As Y/N left the café, Roger finally dared to look at her and in doing so he could tell how badly he had screwed up. Y/N looked gorgeous, with her hair flowing down her back, barely being put back by the pearly white headband that rested on her head, her eyes, despite the sadness that had found its home there, were gorgeously framed by the darkened lashes, lashes that were starting to stain her lids, as they were wet from the tears that threatened to escape her eyes -he had made her cry, and it made him feel awful every time-; her lips that once were painted a light shade of pink were turning a paler shade by the second, as she was removing its colour every time her tongue darted out to wet the drying skin, same skin that was being bitten down as a way to anchor herself to stop the tears from forming. There she went, one of the most beautiful girls he had ever been with, he should've run for her, he should've chased her, but his feet felt heavy as his hand was wrapped around someone else's.

Y/N quickly hailed a passing by cab, wanting to get home as soon as possible, yearning to leave the awful scene behind, same scene that replayed in her head. Roger didn't kiss Gina nor anything close to it, but the proximity that they shared gave Y/N chest pains. She looked out the window absentmindedly as she told the cab driver were to take her, her fingers tracing small figures on her legs, trying to keep herself grounded. Don't cry...

As Y/N's gaze was kept on the outside, she took notice on how the weather changed, the sun that she was awoken by was no longer in sight, hidden behind the typical London clouds, it appeared as if rain was soon to approach but it didn't, it just taunted the brave folks walking around unprotected from the unstable weather. The birds that were once caught flying around had made up their minds and decided on heading back to their respective nests; the warmth that hung on the air had been replaced by stronger winds, leaving Y/N feeling cold not only externally but from the inside as well.

Y/N handed the driver some money and headed to her flat, her feet dragging as she went. The weather had indeed forgiven her, for as she passed the entrance to the complex rain started to pour. With a sigh, she got her keys out, only stopping herself from entering to pet Whiskers, who purred at the saddened woman, he could feel it radiating off of her and he didn't know what else to do to comfort her but this sole thing.

Once she closed the door behind her she fell to the floor, her back against the wood as she just let the tears roll down her cheeks, no sobs came out of her mouth, no sound escaped her, she just wanted to let everything out at once before pretending everything was okay. The living room's window was open, intensifying the lack of warmth in the place, she lived alone but never felt the solitude, not until today, the only company she kept was Whiskers, her plants and Roger, though she quickly realized she had to stop counting him as a company. The tears that were streaming down her face were leaving wet patches on her shirt and pants, not like she minded, but it made her shiver every time wind blew through the window.

She didn't know how long had she been sitting there, just crying her eyes out, but once she felt she had no tears left to cry she stood up, placing the cold food on the countertop and as she was about to open the bag her eyes drifted to a small piece of paper, lying out of place.

Sorry for leaving, dove. Maybe I'll stay one day... A future for the two of us.

// Part 3 //

[jawnjendes]

i’m not usually like this | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

if theres anything you wanna see happen in this series, let me know!

masterlist | series playlist

It all started because he asked a simple question. “Do you ever wear anything that isn't black?”

I've heard this question many times in my life, from family members, to coworkers, to strangers in my classes. The context in which Shawn asked me, however, was different than normal; He was pulling off my sweatpants and noticed my dark underwear. I told him to shut up and proceeded to ride him into oblivion.

When I wasn't surrounding myself with a brick wall to keep me safe, when I was not being stone cold and expressionless, I was quite the sex fiend. I'll take it anytime, and just about anywhere. I mean, you already know the story of those three hours Shawn and I spent in my bedroom, knowing that my roommate was home. That's not even the worst of it. We've had sex in his car, my car, outside my car, my living room, his kitchen, a bar bathroom, and a stranger's dorm room.

Listen… Shawn Mendes is a man of many talents. If he wasn't my boyfriend, he would be a fuck buddy.

Anyway, he liked to tease me about my wardrobe choices just as much as he liked to praise me. Sometimes he would ask who I’m about to sacrifice to the dark lord, and other times he would thirst over my black skirt and tights. Even better, sometimes he put on his black floral shirt as an attempt to match my ensemble. But this story is about his teasing.

After going at it for an hour at his apartment (my thighs were incredibly fatigued and shaky), I had to get ready for work. It was easy to get out of Shawn's hold since he was so loose and sleepy. As soon as I was ready, I kissed him goodbye and left his apartment in spirits so high it was considered abnormal for me. How did I know it was abnormal? My manager kept pointing out how chipper I was as I answered phones and helped customers. When people notice, that’s when you know things are changing.

It wasn't until I stopped by Walmart after my shift did Shawn's words sink in. I do wear black all the goddamn time. My closet is 99% black t-shirts, button ups, pants, leggings, and even underwear! The 1% is when I'm slacking on doing my laundry, that's when I would wear white.

That's not to say I don't like other colors. I used to experiment with bleaching my hair and dying it blue or green. I was a sucker for neon eyeshadow, and I was an absolute slut for red lipstick. Things are fluid, nothing is ever set in stone.

I looked through some of the clothing racks, but it’s Walmart, so nothing really stood out to me. Then I found myself in the underwear department. I was trying not to laugh at myself in front of other shoppers, because this was mildly insane. Was I really considering buying Walmart lingerie to prove a point to my boyfriend? There were some decent options after all.

My eye caught a black, sheer nightgown with a matching g-string. I studied it for a minute before deciding that I had a lot of black lace already, and half of it wasn't even intimate apparel. The next set I noticed was a simple sheer bra and underwear, also black. Getting there, but it wasn't enough. There weren't any in my size, anyway. I dug through the racks until I spotted something girly.

The first thing that put me off was that it was pink… baby pink. It was another nightie, but it was made of sheer tulle instead of lace. There were little pink and red hearts all over the skimpy fabric, and it came with a lace thong. It was cute, but it was the least Me thing here. On any other day, I would not be caught dead wearing anything pastel.

That's exactly why I ended up taking it home.

I quickly raced back to my dorm, feeling like I had some dangerous weapon hiding in the bag I was carrying. I didn't stop to speak to anyone I knew, and I was very glad that Shawn wasn't currently on campus. However, he did text me asking me to spend the weekend at his place. It only added to the butterflies in my stomach.

“Stella!” I frantically called once I had shut myself in my room.

She came practically running, bursting through the door. “What happened? Who died? Oh - oh my god.”

I was facing the full body mirror that was leaning against the wall. I tried on the daring piece of lingerie, testing it out on whoever was willing to see me like this. Stella was the only person who had seen me in my underwear apart from my boyfriend. However, I still had the decency to cover my breasts with my hands because the nightgown showed a bit too much.

“You trying to seduce me, ‘cause it's working,” Stella teased, wiggling her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

“Listen!” I turned to face her, trying to justify my outfit choice. “This was probably a stupid idea! It, it was an impulsive buy!”

“Dude, if he sees you in this, you're gonna end up pregnant.”

“Don't say that!” I looked down and twirled my body from side to side, watching the fabric swirl. I felt and looked a little too nervous.

“Seriously, you look hot. Just, y'know, maybe skip the heavy eyeliner and add more perfume. He'll link the scent to the time he had the best sex of his life.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “I'll do the perfume thing, but I can't skip eyeliner. I need something to make up for all the pink I'm wearing.”

Stella nodded. “Yeah, that's another thing. I know this is something you wear when you wanna get dicked down, but you look so soft and adorable!”

“Shit, if you keep saying things like that I just might spend the night with you instead.”

~

It was night by the time I was at Shawn's apartment. He was in the middle of songwriting, and he wasn't alone. His friend, Teddy, was over. I guess she helped him write sometimes. The two of them were singing to themselves and throwing potential lyrics back and forth at each other. Teddy was frequently writing on a scrap of paper or typing on her laptop. Shawn was strumming his guitar, and sometimes he would glance at me and wink.

I sat silently on the couch and half listened to them brainstorm. I was glad I decided not to leave my Switch at home.

“You're so quiet, is something wrong?” Teddy pointed out. I don't know why I wasn't expecting it.

“Don't wanna bother the artists at work,” I said, keeping my eyes on my intense game of Smash Bros.

“She's like that,” Shawn told his friend. “She'll warm up eventually.”

“That makes me sound like an asshole,” I replied with a chuckle, and then I gasped as my character on screen got knocked out.

Still, I remained quiet as they continued their session. I stayed in the same spot on the couch, curled up and thoroughly entertained. Shawn insisted I sit closer though, considering that I was on the opposite end of the couch from him. He liked my company I suppose, even if I wasn't speaking.

Eventually, Teddy got her things together and left. She gave me a hug, said it was nice to meet me, and then gave Shawn a look that said “have fun you two.”

When we were finally alone, I went into Shawn's room, telling him I wanted to change into my pajamas. It was sort of true, I mean. I grabbed my overnight bag and dashed into the en suite bathroom. Normally, I would have started with taking off whatever makeup I had on, but I only had on some intimidating winged liner and mascara. I needed that tonight.

Fixing up my hair and spritzing on a ridiculous amount of perfume helped keep my nerves at bay. My stomach fluttered when I pulled out the frilly pink item of clothing. This just might be my demise.

Once I was dressed, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and placed my hands on my hips. A wise lady in a hospital drama said standing like a superhero helps increase confidence, so that's what I did. I tried to channel my inner dominatrix, despite the fact that I was probably very far from being just that.

“I'm a strong lady,” I whispered to myself, then I huffed out a breath.

I ruffled my hair one last time before going to the door. I had my hand on the knob, but I could hear the sounds outside this very room. I could hear Shawn's footsteps, I heard the bed creak as he sat down. I heard the sounds of his guitar.

My heart started to race. It was ready to beat out of my chest.

I don't know why the first thing I thought to do when I finally opened the door was to unattractively clear my throat. It's not like Shawn wouldn't notice if I quietly left the bathroom.

He looked up from his guitar, and it took a second for him to process what he was looking at. His eyes lit up, and his jaw went slack.

Awkwardly, I placed one hand on the doorway and the other on my hip. I didn't know what to do with my face, so I slapped on the mock composure. I looked at my boyfriend, unsure if I should say something or not.

“No way,” Shawn finally spoke, a grin forming on his face. He set down his guitar and moved so he was sitting at the foot of the bed. “Come here…”

His eyes were moving up and down my body as I timidly stepped towards him. The look on his face was full of surprise and wonder, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. I mean, I was in skimpy attire and none of it was dark. Anyone who knew me wouldn't believe it.

Shawn took my hands when I was close enough, and he shamelessly checked me out. His eyes stuck on my tits just long enough to raise the tension in the room.

I was still finding my voice. I was probably more flustered than he was.

“You're too cute,” he told me, finally looking at my face. “When did you get this?”

“Today,” I said softly. “I don't know, I looked for something black… this was all I could find in my size.”

“I'm really glad you went with this. You're so cute. The pink makes you look almost innocent. Turn around for me.”

A shy smile crept up on my face as I slowly spun around. I quickly came to realize that I was willing to do just about anything he wanted. Wow, and I thought I was going to have power tonight.

“So adorable,” Shawn mused when I was facing him again. “You're the cutest fucking thing ever, you know that?”

My roommate had said similar things, but it hit me different hearing it from my boyfriend. My face was probably redder than the hearts on this stupid nightie, and Shawn could probably see that.

“I don't wanna be cute,” I mumbled, looking down at our hands. “I wanna be sexy.”

“Trust me, you're very sexy. I, I don't even know what to do. That's why I keep talking. God, you're so pretty.” His hand went up and stroked my cheek.

Stop fucking talking and just take me already!

The only way I could express that was by bringing Shawn's hands to my waist, giving him permission to touch me wherever the fuck he wanted. His breathing picked up a little more as he ran his hands down to my lower hips, reaching around to grab my ass.

I delicately placed my hands on his shoulders, and he leaned in to kiss my collarbones. He kept mumbling about how pretty I was, and it made me feel some kinda way. I could feel just how hot his body was getting being so close to mine, it made me even hotter. His hands moved up to my stomach, moving under the nightie, and running along my skin. My body felt so alive and ablaze.

“Your heart's going fast,” he pointed out, placing a hand on my chest. “You nervous?”

I nodded. “More than I'd like to admit.”

He smiled warmly, and then showed me his hands. Seeing them tremble gave me some kind of relief and an ounce of confidence. I made him feel like that. He was turned on because of me.

Shawn stopped me when I grabbed the ends of my nightie to take it off. “No. Leave it on.”

“Really?” I asked. “Won’t it be in the way or something?”

He shook his head, looking up at me with something like desperation in his eyes.  “I… wanna do unspeakable things to you in this thing. We're leaving it on. Now get your ass on the bed.”

I would have fainted if he hadn't given me an order.

[hideandseaking]

could you please expand on your kacchako matching theory?? it's too good and it'd be great to see all your thoughts ;;

Thank you for sending this! Let me elaborate, this is just a theory on kacchako’s basis within the manga, and I am in no way saying that it’s canonical evidence for kacchako but it’s just a weird and fun theory I have based on what I’ve seen! Also, this is no way to bash on other ships, I’m just a kacchako shipper trying to make sense of a pattern I’ve seen! You do not have to agree with it and that’s okay!

First of all, these come from mostly splash pages and promotional artwork, but keep in mind that most of these are digitally drawn and can be color-picked. So let’s start with what made me double take in the first place. This picture:

So in this picture, you notice that everyone is dressed up in colors matching their hero outfits/themes/both from the manga. Some of these make sense like All Might wearing yellow (we see this a lot with suits), Kaminari’s hero outfit is black and white with his blonde hair accenting this, Koda is wearing green to represent nature and trees, Aizawa is an abosolute madman as usual, etc.

One of the weird things about this is only five sets of characters potentially match in this picture. Todoroki and Momo, Kirishima and Mina, and Ochako and Izuku are the obvious ones. TodoMomo, KiriMina, and Iz*ch*, are all potential ships or at least character sets with significant connections between each other, as we know now where we are in the manga (189 as I’m typing this.) Todo and Momo are a little iffy cause it could just be them matching the other’s hair colors, so I’m not sure if it counts. Kirishima and Mina are definitely wearing the matching outfit to the other, as it’s blue and orange in the same colors and shades, and these are not colors present in their hero outfits. So it’s obvious they’re matching each other. Ochako is wearing a green armband that matching Izuku’s suit. This makes sense because she is the projected love interest with Izuku. Perfectly fine, because they’re probably going to be the canonical ship at the end!

Deku and Tokoyami also match, which is pretty funny in itself. But they are friends so idk what’s really going on there. But hey, it’s a cute ship so if you need something to push you, here it is! It could also be used a red herring for the last of the five matches.

But here’s the thing: the fifth set is hidden but it’s Ochako and Katsuki. They’re both wearing maroon. And not just any maroon, but:

These are almost the same shade of maroon. Almost exactly the same shade of maroon. Bakugou is wearing orange to represent his hero outfit, and Ochako is wearing pink to represent hers. But why are they both wearing maroon as their base color, when that color is not present in their own outfits? Because they’re matching too. Kirishima and Mina are matching in the same way, but Bakugou’s blue and Ochako’s pink divert from the mainpiece maroon on their outfits. And Kirishima breaks it up. But this is a digital piece and the colors are almost identical. Horikoshi could’ve picked a different shade of maroon for them, but he purposely did this for them. Or this could be the red herring for Tokoyami/Deku! Who knows!!

So that’s a little weird right? Well here’s my next picture:

I love this picture, it’s so dynamic and fun. Anyway! Here we have the characters in alternate outfits again. Izuku is in a similar outfit as the first picture, as is All Might, which is to keep the focus on them of course and keep them in consistency with character design. Everyone else looks like they’re in non-matching outfits though. Except Kacchako.

Now this is more of a stretch, but it won’t feel like it after my next example. Anyway, both are wearing buttons down the front in two sets, and both are wearing orange, though the orange does not match as much as the maroon in the picture beforehand. Katsuki is wearing orange loaders and Ochako’s entire outfit is orange, and black, with pink accents. Where have we seen orange and black before?

Katsuki’s hero outfit is black, orange, and green. The green would match with Izuku, and if Horikoshi wanted them to match, then he would put Ochako in anything but army green right? But no, he put her in orange. And furthermore, Katsuki’s boots have the “double button” design going down, and mimics it throughout his hero costume, which both of their outfits in the current example picture are presenting. And if you look at the first example as well, Ochako is wearing the double button down design on her dress there as well.

Some strange coincidences here. But I can’t say they’re not intentional, as we’ve seen Horikoshi’s character designs and they’re all very well-researched for the character. He is intentionally designing the outfits this way. There is no way that he got just lazy enough to design Ochako and Katsuki similarly.

My third example is from the recent movie promo:

We’ve all seen this one recently, which is really the nail in the coffin for me here. This is harder to see so I did crop it out, but I want you to look at Ochako and Katsuki here:

We noticed recently that Ochako is wearing the same flower in her hair as is embroidered on Katsuki’s vest. After seeing the last two examples, it isn’t weird that they are matching. But here’s the second kicker that I didn’t notice since people were cropping out their feet: Ochako’s shoes match Katsuki’s red shirt.

UPDATE: It was brought to my attention that the flowers symbolize “waiting”. Which may indicate more about the future of the ship that I put in the closing paragraph of this post. Source: https://vanillafriedlover.tumblr.com/post/175412600634/mystery-of-white-flowers

Now the lighting is iffy here, and Deku is wearing a burgundy/reddish suit, which could indicate that she is matching with him. But looking at this:

It looks pretty damn close with Bakugou and Ochako but also Ochako and Deku! Now, a disclaimer to this is that this is a very pixilated picture with some color issues (look at Deku’s hair) so we’ll need the movie to come out to really fathom what’s going on with the colors here. But Deku’s does lean towards brown whilst Kacchako looks… matching with reds….

Now I just came across this while looking for something else, and I did make the argument earlier about if Ochako were to match Izuku, they would use green, except for the army green. And here is this picture:

Ochako is wearing army green in this page. I know that one character doesn’t own any colors, but Horikoshi knows what colors represent and again he’s deliberate on the colors and outfits he chooses, but these two seem to match with lots of reds and maroons as a sort of “color” that represents them, and Ochako is wearing army green (Katsuki’s outfit) with a red inscription on her shirt, and Katsuki is wearing a maroon belt. Not the strongest thing, but it’s there.

Like any good thesis statement, I must put the antithesis. So here is a picture that could offset this theory a lot:

If you recognize this splash page, that’s great! It’s from chapter 23, and that’s the chapter after when the Sports Festival Arc starts! It’s my personal favorite that’s been done so far. But Ochako is wearing a green bandana around her neck that does match Izuku’s hero outfit. This did come out when the sports festival arc was being drawn, and the Iz*ch* hints were very heavy at the time, so that may be what it’s referring too. Though Izuku is not wearing his hero outfit in this picture, but Katsuki is wearing his green as well. So it could be referring to either/or, but I think it’s probably for Iz*ch*.

But I’d also like to point out, in an off-topic manner, Ochako does look like she’s enjoying the explosion from Katsuki, which probably hints at their fight in upcoming chapters. But this is a digression paragraph.

Next up on some weird and iffy choice is this picture:

Ochako is wearing a bandana, which is orange and green. Funnily enough, this matches Deku’s outfit in the splash picture, but also matches Katsuki’s regular hero outfit. Also, her clip going across her chest matches Katsuki’s clips on his pants, and no one else has a clip that matches similarly like this.

Another strange matching example:

Ochako is clearly wearing a black tank top here, which is canonical and part of her style, and Katsuki is wearing some random black armband? Sure, Momo is wearing black too but Katsuki and this random black armband? A little suspicious

Finally, here are some common examples that people reminded me of, in case you weren’t aware of these already:

We all know that the Two Black Dots are the symbol of Katsuki and Ochako’s designer.You can argue that the dots on Ochako and Katsuki’s outfits in the previous examples are a callback to their designer, but… to stan a designer that much… both of them? Strange.

Also, they are the only two characters who match in the Volume 13 introduction page, which has them both wearing black tank tops. Sure, it’s a common fashion choice, but no one else shares any other outfit design so clearly. 

Finally, in a personality swap AU, Katsuki is in Ochako’s body. A weird choice when it could have been anyone out of anyone in this series. But he chose to put Katsuki in Ochako.

They also tend to stand next to each other frequently, even if they’re not matching:

I’m sure I might be missing something here, or the colors are a little off or something, but that’s pretty much my post! If more stuff comes out, I’ll add it in here, but that’s my kacchako matching theory! Horikoshi is very delierate about what he is doing and why when it comes to this series, and it seems a little suspicious that they’re almost ALWAYS matching each other in some way in the pages, even when no one else is matching, and with little potential for anyone to be matching with anyone else. It’s honestly got my brain-gears turning. Even if it doesn’t indicate towards canon shipping, I definitely believe that Ochako and Katsuki may get a deeper friendship eventually in the series! If not, well, hey this was still fun. (:

If you want to see the original thread that started this, look here: https://twitter.com/hideandseaking/status/1012943972329762816

[cocojimin]

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Closing Shift

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“Hey Y/N,I’m gonna need you to close up today. Wendy had to call off.” Your boss gave you a sympathetic smile as you carried on organizing the countless racks of garments.

You worked in a modern and stylish store,and it was very popular. With the popularity came the busy atmosphere,getting hundreds of customers every hour on the hour.

Since multiple celebrities were seen with pieces from the store,the business rocketed. It took some time getting used to,but now you were pretty much immune to the constant throng of people and the occasional celebrity.

Closing was the most frequented by more famous people so they would have the store virtually to themselves. You hated closing,it was always a hassle to organize the clothes that some disrespectful patrons would just leave everywhere.

Today was no exception.

Just as you were busying yourself with yet another rack,you heard the the jingle of the door opening,followed by the monotone beep.

You sighed and dropped your shoulders with a hefty breath,making your way to the doorway of the store. Looking up you saw 4 gorgeously tall men surveying the clean and open section,laughing and holding garments up to themselves.

“Hello,I’m Y/N do you guys need any help tonight?” You spoke,voice full of confidence and stance meaning business as the lanky blonde man shot you a smile.

“Uh,Yeah we have a big party we’re going to tomorrow and need some nice outfits.” He scratched the back of his neck and waited timidly for a reply,switching his weight on his other foot.

You simply nodded and asked for his name to which he said Luke. Suddenly,the pieces started to click together and you noticed that this was the band 5 Seconds Of Summer standing in front of you.

Before you could say anything to him,Calum peeked from behind his band mates wide back and smiled down at you.

“Hi I’m Calum,are you gonna be styling us?” The pit in your stomach erupted into butterflies as he extended his golden and tattoo covered arm,prompting you to shake his hand.

“I’m Y/N and yes,we can start one by one. Is that okay guys?” Your tone of seriousness made Michael and Ashton’s heads shoot up from where they were playing around,seeing as you indeed took your job seriously.

You led the four boy into the private back room and your co-worker Dallon gave them the ‘Celebrity treatment’,which was champagne,the television,and a selection of nice hors d’oeuvres. The first person you decided to crack down on was Luke Hemmings.

Standing at 6’2 (at best),he had a wide upper body with a skinner lower body. You scanned his outfit,grasping his sense of style and working your way to elevate it.

“You look like you’re good at what you do,Y/N” He said,watching you expertly find exactly what you were looking for and holding it up to his body.

“I guess you could say that.”

You finally decided on dressing him up in a modern,stylish and laid back look. The white V-neck hug his wide top half just right with a little chest chair peeking out. Two silver necklaces laid in the gap between the V-neck of the shirt. The black jeans hugging his lower half,a small distressed slit in the knee showing the smooth skin. The blue and silver satin bomber jacket resting on his shoulders,decorative embroidery popping out on his pack. And to tie the look together,heeled silver boots adorned his feet.

You took one look at your creation and smiled to yourself,knowing you were unstoppable when it came to having a keen sense of fashion.

Turning to face the mirror,Luke’s jaw dropped as he got a glance at himself.

“W-woah Y/N...This looks amazing!” He turned back to you,pulling your body into his and wrapping you up in a thankful hug.

“I do what I can Luke.” Was all you said before giving him a knowing smirk. You waiting until he took off the garments before taking them to the front register and putting them in a bag,quickly writing his name on the tag.

The next boy to get styled was Ashton. You knew that his style was more laid back and older than the other boys.

It took you a minute to ponder all of your options before you settled on dressing him in a ‘greaser’ esque fashion.

“How long have you been working here?” He asked as the two of you rounded a corner of the store to the more dressy section.

“I’ve been working here for 3 years,Fashion always has a place in my heart.”

He attentively watched you work your magic,seeing the gears in your mind turn as you paired different pieces together. Finally,you landed on a simple base outfit with a staple piece.

Ashton dawned a White button down,leaving the first few unbuttoned. The black slacks hugged his hips and thighs before cuffing slightly at the ankle.On his feet were black combat like boots,with the cuff of the ankle draping over the top. The statement piece was a nice leather jacket,with red embroidered lips on the back of it. You turned him around to face the large mirror and watched as yet again you had another happy customer.

“This is fuckin awesome!”

Again,you took Ashton’s clothes to the front and placed them in a labeled bag,making your way to the private area for the third time.

Next on your roster was Michael. His style was fairly relaxed and very modern.

“So,Y/N my mate Calum over there thinks you’re really pretty.” Michael said when you were far enough away from the other boys. He nudged your shoulder as you paid him no mind,looking in front of the rack to find an outfit that suited him.

“Well Michael,why don’t you tell him to man up and say it himself,” Pushing the hung up clothes in two different directions,finally finding what you were looking for. Michael let out a sigh as you placed the clothes across his outstretched arms and shooing him in the direction of the dressing room.

For Michael,you decided to elevate his casual look to a more detailed but chill outfit.

You paired simple black skinny jeans and a vintage black band tee to be the base layer of his outfit. On his shoulders was a acid wash denim jacket,and on his feet were high top ‘punk boots’. They were decorated in leather straps with a glossy finish to them.

You folded your arms across your chest and motioned with your head for him to turn towards the mirror,smirking at another success of an outfit.

“Holy fuck Y/N! You’re amazing!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm as he began to strike different poses in the elongated mirror.

After a full minute of him basking in his new look,you pushed him back in the dressing room,soon getting a pile of clothes placed in your hands.

Calum was your final client of the day. There was a reason you chose him to be last,the main one being that you simply couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. He was wearing a simple distressed black shirt and tight grey joggers with black vans.

Even in lounge wear,he still stole your breath with one glance in his direction.

“So,did Michael tell you?”

“He did actually.”

As you pulled him to one of your favorite sections of the store,he leaned on a free wall,crossing his strong arms infrong of him chest.

“He wasn’t lying ya know,You are the most beautiful girl here.” You chocked back a laugh,trying to hide your growing smile by putting your face deeper in a rack of pants.

“I’m the only girl here,Calum”

He laughed and brushed by you to stand by a fancily dressed mannequin.

“Shh,don’t listen to her beautiful,she didn’t mean it.”

He stood to the side of the mannequin and covered her ears,earning a loud and brash laugh from the pits of your stomach.

You turned around with a completed outfit in hand and passed it off to Calum who just cocked an eyebrow in your direction.

“So you’re not gonna say Thank You?”

“Thank you Calum,now go try this on please!”

As he walked towards the dressing room,you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your shoulders slumped from exhaustion while you made your way to the secluded area where Calum was changing.

“Are you all done in there Calum?”

He hesitated a little before he stuck him head out of the black curtain.

“You sure about this outfit? I’ve never tried this before...”

His shyness took you by surprise as you can see his insecurities come out of hiding with the new garments on.

“Let me see Cal”

Nervously,he pulled back the curtain and fully stepped out into your view. Your eyes raked his tall frame and made you take tiny steps back to drink him all in.

A tight fitting grey turtleneck sat nicely on his upper body,the long sleeves slightly showing his toned arms. Skinny dark blue plaid slacks gripped his hips and legs sweetly as they came to a cuff at the ankle. Black heeled boots were on his feet,short enough to where a small gap exposed his black dress socks underneath.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” You gulped and nodded your head,taking one more look at his outfit.

“Stay right there,Something’s missing.”

You walked to the front of the store,finding exactly what was needed to complete the outfit for Calum.

Clipping the chains into two of his belt loops and fixing the cuff of his collar and pant,you smiled up at him.

“Perfect!” Putting your hands on his slim hips,you pushed him in front of the large mirror,watching him take in his entire outfit. He watched your expression in the mirror as well,hands still on his hips now biting your bottom lip.

He turned around in your hands,grabbing your upper arm and looking at you with a serious expression on his face.

“Y/N,What do you think about a date?”

Confusion overtook your features as you watched his every move.

“A date with you? You and me? Together?” He laughed,causing his eyes to crinkle and the delicious noise to fall from his full lips. He nodded,not being able to stop laughing to he could answer you surf his words.

“Hell yes. If you wear something like this then that’ll change to a Fuck yes.”

His giggles started to cease as he quickly retrieved his phone out of the dressing room and dropping it in your hands.

“No passcode on it,I’ll change while you put your number in there.”

His sudden breath of coolness caught you off guard as you stood flabbergasted,staring at the now closed black curtain.

“I don’t here typing Y/N.” He called from behind the curtain,jolting your body to unlock his phone and save your contact. Calum came out with his new clothes in hand,cockily smirking at you as you both switched items.

“Cute dog.”

You turned on your heel and it was Calum’s turn to be left shocked by the sudden actions.

You rung the boys items up and passed them each their labeled bags as they thanked you profusely for styling them. You dropped a box containing some nice rings into Calum’s bag,sliding it across the counter with a wink. He started to pull out his wallet to pay you for the rings when your hand came down on top of the black leather.

“It’s on the house,enjoy your party tomorrow.” He took the hint and slid it back into his pocket,lifting the bag off of the counter and starting to walk out of the store.

Before he could fully exit the double doors,he turned his head black towards you and called over his shoulder that he’ll text you later. You giggled as your coworker Dallon laughed at the scene in front of him.

Maybe closing shift wasn’t always so bad.

[queenkaramel]

Across Time :: Chapter One

@juliakaze for creating the beautiful aesthetics that go with each chapter! Love you!

Summary  

Krypton and Daxam have sent their best explorers on a quest for new planets, eager to conquer more stars than their rival planet. Explorers Kara Zor-El and Mon-El land on planet Earth, however; their ships are damaged on impact, and are marooned on Earth with no means of communication to their home worlds. They are both granted longevity by the Earth’s yellow sun, so how do to they manage to live across time?

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YEAR 1754 LOCATION: QUEBEC

“Kara Zor-El, descent will begin in two minutes,” the automated voice within the spacecraft echoed. Kara had woken up from a stasis-coma 12 hours prior to landing on this new undiscovered planet: Earth.

“Please prepare for landing,” the voice continued on.

The journey to Earth took four years, therefore after the initial launch from Krypton, a state of suspended animation was induced. The state of suspended animation allowed for her to be preserved at the same age as she departed, and her body didn’t need any nutrients to survive.

Kara looked out of her pod, and saw an expanse of green in the horizon. Recalling her studies from school, she assumed they were plants. In her Universal Studies class on Krypton, she had learned that many planets within the universe survived through plant-based nutrition where the plants were on the lower hierarchy of the food chain. The green landscape was finite however, at edge of greenery there was a long stretch of blue. Water. Water was essential for carbon-life forms, like herself, to survive. If water was not present on Earth, Krypton would have not set her off on this mission. Krypton was searching for habitable planets, and lack of water would have automatically make them inhospitable.

The water looked so clear, and calm from above, and if she stared long and hard enough she could swear that she could see the reflection of her spacecraft as if the water below her was nothing but a mirror. Kara was enthralled by the reflection. Rather than looking straight ahead as her descent began, she was watching the descent of her ship through the reflection it projected on the water.

While watching the reflection, Kara observed that her spaceship would occasionally look like it doubled in size, and then quickly returned to be smaller. Kara brushed it off as some trickery her mind was playing on her after being awakened from a prolonged slumber, but then the spacecraft doubled again and refused to become small again. Confused by this, she looked above to see if anything was casting a shadow to allow this double reflection, however; she was greeted with clear skies and was bathed and blinded by the sharp rays of the Earth’s yellow sun.

“Perhaps the object is beneath me?” Kara whispered, trying to ascertain the cause of this doubled replication in the water. Kara gripped the control of the spacecraft, and toggled it to the right, to guide the spacecraft in the opposite direction, but the craft refused to move. Frustrated, she toggled it again with more force, yet was greeted by the same result.

“Kara Zor-El,” the automated voice echoed again, “Descent is currently on auto-pilot, would Kara Zor-El like manual control of the spacecraft?” Kara pondered for a minute. Perhaps this was all in her mind, and she was letting this mind trickery make her paranoid. She looked out the spacecraft again, and saw that her ship’s shadow was still doubled. She only needed to move the spacecraft to the left, and see that her mind was truly just playing tricks on her, and then she would return the craft to auto-pilot and put this paranoid induced nightmare behind her.

“Yes, I would like manual control of the spacecraft,” Kara said confidently.

“Very well Kara Zor-El. Please hold the control,” Kara gripped the two-pronged control before her, “Auto-pilot will be disabled in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5,” Kara gripped it more tightly, hoping her muscle memory of flying a craft would kick in, “4, 3, 2, 1. Auto-pilot is disabled.”

Kara leveled the craft, and breathed out a sigh of relief when the craft didn’t plunge, nose first, into the water below. Kara once again maneuvered the two pronged control to the right, with each hand holding onto each prong. The craft slowly started moving towards the left, as Kara peered out the window to see if anything was truly below or not.

Kara was about to let out a sigh of relief when she noticed a metallic gray structure below her, similar to her own craft. It was smaller than hers, and was probably a one passenger vehicle. The craft was swaying below her, which was probably why the shadow against the water doubled frequently. Kara leaned against the window in her craft to see if she could spot who was in the one below her, but her view was obstructed by the tint on the windows of the other craft, and the sun’s ray weren’t helping with her vision. Kara leaned even further against her window, curiosity getting the best of her.

Lost in her own thoughts, she forgot the craft was on auto-pilot and the craft moved when she leaned too far onto the window. Momentarily in shock, she pulled the two pronged control towards her, and caused the craft to dive nose first. Kara screamed at the initial change in velocity, but as soon as managed to calm herself down she attempted to level off the craft. But due to the close proximity to the other craft, she didn’t have enough time.

As soon as Kara’s craft neared the other one, both crafts force fields generated to protect themselves. The blue glowing field crackled at the touch of the others, and a stream of blue-white lightning flared out from her ship, and the unknown one. She saw the lightning pulse through her ship’s control, emitting off energy that forced her to release the controls for a brief second. Kara’s ship rocked as she lost control of her craft. All the lights were flickering, alternating between a power surge and a power outage. Now Kara had only one goal, try to balance the ship, and get to the mainland before its inevitable crash.

“Kelax, take over,” Kara yelled at the automated voice within the craft, “Kelax, take control over the ship,” she yelled even louder, hoping that Kelax would be able to land the craft better than she could. No voice responded, “This…this lightning surge must have messed with the craft’s main control,” Kara looked back towards the mainland, it was about ½ a click away. All she had to do was make it to the mainland before the craft completely powered down.

She looked down at the ship below her, it was losing altitude just like hers, and was swaying left and right. Kara assumed it had the same damage that her ship endured. She took in a deep breath and prepared to land. A series of jolts racked through her ship, which let her know she only had a few moments before she systems completely failed.

The ship jerked forwards in sporadic onslaughts that would definitely prevent a gentle landing. The other craft seemed to have a similar trajectory as she did. Kara braced for impact as the ship skimmed above the grass. She gripped her harness tight when her entire body was yanked forward due to the force generated when her ship finally hit the ground below. As quickly as her body was yanked forward, it was pressed flush against her seat as the craft slide across the ground. Kara screamed at the top of her lungs through the entire ordeal but no sound could be heard.

The craft slowly came to stop, and Kara finally felt like she could breathe, the harness no longer weighing on her chest. She took in shallow breathes as she tried to calm herself down.

She had survived the crash. She had survived. She let that relief wash over her, and she tried to steady her heart rate.

The ship had completely powered down. Kara pressed the eject button hoping that at least this would work, yet the ship was unresponsive. If nothing was operational, then she had no way to leave the ship. Rather than going into a frenzy, Kara quickly observed her surrounding for a way out, because panicking was what got her in this position in the first place. Towards the back of the craft she noticed a huge hole behind the right wing. A way out, she thought.

She freed herself from the harness, not even giving a second thought to the amount of strength it would take to do that, and maneuvered her way towards the back of the craft. Her dress was torn when Kara yanked it free when it got caught in some sharp object. Her priority right now was to crawl herself out, not her dress. Finally stepping out on the green grass, she looked back at the wreckage her ship caused. Trees that were in the way were completely leveled, plants were uprooted, and the grass turned black.

“This is bad,” Kara murmured to herself, forgetting that the other craft crashed near her as well.

“You think so?” a voice yelled behind her. Kara was perplexed that anyone could have heard her say that, it was barely above a whisper.

Kara turned around to be greeted by a man, who looked about the same age as her. He was wearing a collared red shirt, and simple black pants. The shirt was stained with dirt, and suffered from what looked like burnt holes. She took a moment to look at the damage on his shirt, but when she glanced over the Royal Family sigil on the his upper right pectoral, she quickly looked away from him as a bitter taste ran through her mouth.

“Daxamite,” she snarled.

“Kryptonian,” he responded, taking a more polite tone. Kara was dumbfounded at the lack of malice in his voice, “Is that how Kryptonians address foreigners, by their race? I would think high and enlightened Krypton would teach its people more manners,” he spoke with no hint of contempt.

Kara bit back her tongue. She wanted to give him a rebuttal, but there were more pressing issues to discuss as this point, and angering the one person who could help her would not be beneficial.

“Is your spaceship operational?” she grumbled. Kara still couldn’t be completely nice to him.

“No. Is yours operational?” he questioned her, while walking towards her ship.

Kara stopped him in his path with her arms stretched as if he was going to further break the broken ship, “No it does not. Why else would I ask you if your ship was operational, Daxamite,” she gritted through her teeth, her face contorted to express her anger: eyes bulged, nose flared, forehead crinkled, and cheeks puffed out. She was annoyed that he would ask such an idiotic question.

“I was simply asking a question Kryptonian, no need to turn into a Grata,” he smirked.

“How dare you –.”

“How dare I?” he asked incredulously, “you’re the one turning into a crazy Grata, not me. I was merely stating a fact.”

Kara did not like being compared to an ugly winged reptilian creature, “I am not a Grata. I am more like a Pagae,” he scoffed at her comparing herself to a beautiful winged mare, “But that is beside the point. How are you here Daxamite?”

“Let me think Kryptonian,” the Daxamite spoke sardonically. He placed a finger to his chin, and looked off into the distance as if he was actually thinking, while he occasionally tapped his chin. Kara groaned at his antics, “Oh I know,” he said with fake zeal, “Your spaceship came into contact with mine and ruined my motherboard, and I assume yours as well, and caused us to crash and rendered both our ships inoperative. So the answer to your question: How did I get here? It would be you Kryptonian.”

Fury raged through Kara. This Daxamite had the audacity to actual fault her? It was your fault. A voice in her mind echoed, but Kara brushed it off. It might have been her fault but she didn’t need to hear it from this hoodlum Daxamite.

“Well, my ship would not have crashed into yours, if your ship was not here in the first place,” Kara attempted to twist the situation around.

“Well, your ship would not have crashed into my ship if your ship was not here in the first place,” the Daxamite rebutted instantly. The calm, collected Daxamite was replaced with one that seemed to be equally annoyed at her as she was with him.

He was getting under her skin, and while she knew this entire situation was her fault she wasn’t going to admit it to this Daxamite.

“Why are you here?” Kara asked, “What purpose does Daxam have to send you here?”

“We are searching for habitable planets,” he knelt down and picked up scraps from her ship, apparently his anger long forgotten.

Kara now understood exactly why Daxam would send someone to this planet, “You want to colonize planets now? I thought Daxamite were too drunk off their asses too actually accomplish anything. But I guess when it comes to spreading your xenophobic ways, Daxam will spare no expense?”

The Daxamite stopped picking up the scraps and just glared at her. The intense stare was burning a whole straight through her face. Initially, Kara stared right back at him, but the longer he held the gaze the more she began to waver. She finally looked away, unable to retaliate with the same degree of energy he was emitting.

“Kryptonians are such hypocrites. Sitting on your lofty perch judging us lowly peasants for the same deeds your planet has done. Correct me if I am wrong Kryptonian, but Daxam was a colony of Krypton centuries ago. Or have you forgotten your history? That’s so unlike you Kryptonian, I thought you knew everything,” the Daxamite spoke with such rectitude that Kara felt herself becoming smaller, “I am simply here to seek out and judge potential habitable planets. That is my job as an explorer, what I was born to do. If the Royal Family of Daxam decides to colonize this planet then that is their prerogative. You have no right to judge me and my people on something your planet has done, and is currently doing –“

“Krypton did not send me here to help colonize this planet,” Kara interrupted him, she couldn’t bear to hear any more truths from him and decided to defend herself, and her people, against his harsh words, “I am here to explore and report back to Krypton about the life on this planet. I am doing all of this for science, not for conquering, Dax –“

The Daxamite roared in laughter, “For science?” he continued laughing, bending over to grab his mid-section as if this was this the best joke in the galaxy. Although, it seemed like he did it more for the theatrics than it being actually hilarious, “If that makes you sleep better at night Kryptonian, sure you can call it science. The truth is, that both our planets want to conquer more planets, more stars, to gain more of a foothold in this expansive universe. Or did they not teach you that?”

“You are lying,” Kara stated bluntly. Krypton would not wish to do that, would they? Truthfully, all she knew was that her mission was to explore Earth. She didn’t question the orders, because just like this Daxamite, she was born to be an Explorer and she couldn’t deny herself the purpose of her birth.

“Like I said, if that helps you sleep better at night.”

Kara wanted to continue the argument, but she knew she wasn’t going to convince this bullheaded person of anything, and why should she waste her breathe on him? She knew the truth, and that was all that mattered, and the Daxamite could keep his incorrect opinions to himself, if that helped him sleep better at night.

Kara giggled at that thought, and he looked at her puzzled, “You find this funny?”

Kara tried to stifle her laughter, “Oh no, I find you funny,” he was about to speak, probably to try to defend himself, but Kara did not allow him to interrupt her again, “What do we do?” she asked, trying to prioritize the situation at hand.

“May I?” he pointed to the ship behind her, seeking permission to examine it. She stepped aside and watched him crawl through the same hole she had escaped from. She could faintly hear him pushing some buttons, and trying to pound something? She moved her hair out of the way, and took a step closer to the ship to see if she can hear anything else, but then her ears rang with a high-pitched sound and then she could hear the chirping of birds, the waves hitting the Cliffside, and everything was magnified, and it felt like her ears were bleeding from the inside. All the sounds meshed together, resonating in her ear, and pounding against her skull. Just as she was about the collapse from the sound, the Daxamite jumped her out of her reverie, and the lack of concentration caused her ears to stop ringing.

“Just as I suspected, your motherboard it completely fried. I assume when our force fields connected it generated enough power that resonated throughout our ships that eventually short-circuited and then fried our entire systems,” he said, completely oblivious to what had just happened to Kara, “Daxam ships are meant to be indestructible from outside force, but the energy generated was internal. If the system just simply short-circuited I would be able to rework the board to be operational, however; both of our systems are completely ruined, and well your ship is missing its entire right chunk. We need to fix the motherboard, it may –.”

Kara scoffed, “Fix the motherboard? Do Explorers on Daxam not do research of the planet they plan to explore? According to the Intergalactic Union, Earth is a Level 7 planet, they do not possess the technology we need to be able to fix our ships. They have not even developed a proper sewage system and you expect them to have technology to fix our ships.”

“Are you finished?” he said, staring at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes I am.”

“See how I let you finish your monologue? Now if you had extended me the same courtesy, you would have heard me say ‘we need to fix the motherboard, it may take a couple hundred years’, and you might have saved yourself from that long and unnecessary speech. I know that Earth is a Level 7 planet, and for them to reach Level 10 it might take a couple hundred years, but I have to believe these homo sapiens will figure out space travel, intergalactic relations, and aliens sooner rather than later. And I hope you know that Intergalactic Laws states that we cannot influence Earth’s discovery of space by revealing ourselves as aliens, they have to figure it out themselves.”

“Of course I know. If anyone is going to break that law, it will be you Daxamite,” Kara sneered, and then drooped her voice to a murmur, “As if anyone actually obeys that law anyway.”

“I know that law is hardly obeyed, and most aliens influence and guide newer planets to win their approval and force them into horrible treaties and unstable alliances, but I would like to follow the law Kryptonian. Come on now, let us hid these crafts. They obviously would influence these humans.”

“How do you expect us to move these crafts by ourselves? We do not possess the strength or means?”

“Well, this is new,” he chuckled, “A Daxamite knowing more than a Kryptonian. This must go down in the history books.”

“What do you mean?” Kara asked, not liking being mocked.

“Earth’s yellow sun, dear Kryptonian,” he pointed at the sun above them, “It grants us great strength and power.”

“What do you mean?,” Kara repeated herself, her question still unanswered by him, “We have learned that Earth’s yellow sun will grants us a longer life span, but what is this strength and power you speak of?”

“We discovered a similar planet like Earth in the Nebula Galaxy years ago, orbiting around a young sun, just like this one. It granted the Daxamite explorer enhanced strength, agility, and increased range in hearing,” Kara gasped at that revelation. Is that what happened to her moments ago?

“Oh, and longevity, as you noted,” he added on, “There was a cave near my crash site, we can hide our ships in there for the time being, until a more suitable location can be found,” he pointed in the direction behind her, and she noticed his crashed ship among the clearing of trees. He began to walk back to his ship, and Kara turned around to look at hers. She had the strength to move this ship with her bare hands? The thought made her chuckle, clearly the Daxamite had hit his head one too many times on his descent to this planet, but he was right about her increased hearing, so maybe he was right about this as well?

Kara moved to stand behind her ship and placed her hand on it and pushed the ship as hard as could, trying not to refrain herself. And to Kara’s shock, she actually saw the ship move across the grass. Bewildered, she removed her hands from the ship and saw two imprints of them etched into the metal. Krypton definitely did not know about this.

She returned her hands to the ship and continued to push it towards the cave’s entrance. The Daxamite and his ship were gone, so she could only assume that he already managed to get into the cave. She pushed her ship along the ground until it was right next to his in the cave. There wasn’t even an ounce of sweat on her, on Krypton she would pass out from running ½ a click, but even after all this she felt more energized than fatigued.

From her periphery, she saw him return with scraps of metal that must have detached from both of their ships. He then placed a black orb on the cave wall and pressed a button and a mirage generated from the orb and camouflaged both ships. The mirage looked like the cave wall. Kara walked through the mirage to notice her ship again, and then moved back to see it disappear.

“New Daxamite technology,” he said, “It will keep our ships covered from curious humans…for a while. Once you find a more secure location, just come back and grab your ship.”

Kara nodded, words escaping her. It finally dawned upon her that she was marooned on this planet, for what could be centuries, with no means of communication to her home world, her family. Tears began to brim in her eyes, she was an alien alone on this world, and her only company was an alien from her rival planet. Kara choked down a sob. No, this was her duty as an Explorer and she knew the risks when she embarked on the journey, she was going to be remain strong to honor her home world. The academy had prepared her, to an extent, just in case a similar situation like this occurred. They taught her how to survive on a different planets, how to assimilate, how to thrive, and she will take those teachings and endure till she was able to return back home. Or you could die before Earthlings managed to successfully create the right technology, a voice echoed in her mind. She pushed those dreary thoughts away, she had to optimistic otherwise her will to survive would be crushed.

The Daxamite approached her, and held out his hand, “My name is Mon-El of the Explorer’s Coalition of Daxam. Thought you should know my name, it is better than being called Daxamite,” he winked at her.

Kara chuckled as she reached out to shake his hand, “My name is Kara Zor-El of the Research Union for Discovery and Exploration. So this our life now?” she sounded defeated.

“I guess so,” Mon-El shrugged. Kara couldn’t tell if her was hiding his sadness or he just didn’t care, “I hope to see you around Kara Zor-El, have fun exploring Earth,” there was no hint of sarcasm, or malice. He genuinely wished to see her around, and why wouldn’t he? They were the closet kin they had on this planet.

“I hope so as well.”

Hope you guys liked it! I will be updating the story after I finish the next chapter. I have already completed up to Chapter 4, so once Chapter 5 is done, I’ll post Chapter 2. 

So where and when do you think they will meet again?