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basicallywhiterice · 5 years ago

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Night sky: Seo Changbin

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 5.2 k

Summary: Changbin’s eyes hold the night skies.

a/n: Happy birthday binnie! You’re my bias wrecker, but my very first fic is centered around you… the power that you hold… enjoy!

•••

The first word that comes to mind when I first see Seo Changbin sitting alone in my Tech classroom is dark: dark eyes, dark hair, dark clothes, and a dark aura.

That is, until he breaks into one of the brightest smiles I’ve ever seen. It isn’t necessarily big or overpowering, but it’s genuine and unashamed.

My second impression of him is that he’s the physical embodiment of the night sky. Dark upon first glance, but littered with stars and illuminated by a radiant moon.

After we exchanged greetings, I sat down next to him and struck a up conversation. I learned that he was double majoring in business and music, and in turn told him my major. We talked about our hometowns, our aspirations, and what we hoped to cross off our bucket lists by the end of the year. Before I knew it, the classroom was full and our professor was greeting our class.

Changbin seemed like someone who knew exactly what he was capable of and was authentic with everyone.

I liked him as a person already.

“By the way, Changbin, we’re friends now. Ok?”

“I’m more than ok with that, actually.”

Of course, becoming close friends with Changbin didn’t come easily. After I set the curve for the first Tech test, he accused me of only befriending him to raise my test scores. I told him that I studied for my score, and stormed out after aggressively congratulating him on his hard work studying (he had the 2nd-highest score.)

The day after that, when I was in a much more reasonable mood, I went to class early so I could apologize for lashing out once he arrived. He was already there, waiting with an apology of his own.

That was the day I realized that my first impressions of Seo Changbin were indeed correct, and that he was a friend worth keeping for a long, long time.

But right now? He’s dead to me.

He laughs at me as he scrolls through my camera roll and picks out unflattering pictures of me to send to himself. I was waiting for 3racha to finish their work so we could go out to dinner (I had been successfully integrated into Changbin’s friend group, and he into mine. We had surprisingly shared a mutual friend: Felix, one of my closest friends.) Changbin was the first one done, and, after waiting with me for a few minutes, had gotten bored and stolen my unlocked phone, causing my current predicament. After a few unsuccessful attempts to steal my phone back, I give up and fall against him with a whine.

“Relax, y/n. I don’t understand why I never knew about these beautiful-” he snorts, “pictures of yourself.” He pauses on one particularly embarrassing photo taken by Yeji, my close friend and roommate. In it, I’m blowing a kiss to the camera while eating a cupcake. I whine loudly and smack his shoulder a couple of times. When he ignores my sulking, I poke his side, causing him to poke my cheek in retaliation.

Thankfully, Jisung walks into the room, sparing me the embarrassment of looking at my candid pictures. He sighs. “What did he do this time?”

“He’s sending himself my embarrassing pictures,” I tell him. “This is cyberbullying.”

“Lemme see.” He snickers as he looks over Changbin’s shoulder. “Very photogenic, y/n. You should consider taking more pictures we can use as blackmail.”

This little shit. Scratch that, these 2 little shits.

I snatch Changbin’s phone and chase after Jisung, trying to take a few meme-worthy pictures of Jisung, but Chan finishes up and shoos us out of the music production building and into our cars. As I file into Changbin’s passenger seat (I walked here from class, so my car is still at my apartment), he hands my phone back with a cheeky grin.

“You know, Jisung was right. You really should take more pictures of yourself,” he states as he backs out of his parking spot.

“Why, so you guys can post them on my birthday to make fun of me?” I cross my arms exaggeratedly, then uncross them to grab his phone and spam his camera with random pictures of him driving.

“Well, that too.” He glances over briefly, and I get a perfect shot of him that captures his mischievously twinkling rich, dark chocolate-colored eyes and his satisfied smirk. My breath hitches, and I swear I can feel my heart beating in my throat. Changbin’s handsome and he knows it, no doubt about it. The words send me that pic later die on the tip of my tongue as he reaches over and ruffles my hair before continuing, “but also because I need more beautiful things on my phone.”

He goes back to driving, as if he hadn’t just indirectly called me beautiful. But I’ve seen the way girls swoon over his smile and ogle his arms. I’ve seen how many people his charms affect, whether he’s aware of it or not. And so the negative part of my brain reigns in my blooming affection for the boy sitting next to me before I can do anything stupid, forcing me not to dwell on my jumble of emotions. Instead, I ask him about his day, the tracks he’s working on, and the classes that I’m not in, and he tells me before asking about my professors. Just like good friends do.

(That night, I pretend I don’t notice or mind the beautiful, kind waitress flirting with him, and I pretend that I’m not relieved when he treats her politely and with kindness–nothing more, nothing less–like he does with everyone else, and I pretend that my heart wouldn’t break if he rejected my advancements like that, so why does Felix whisper in my ear that I’m in denial?)

•••

“Pick up, jeez!” I huff into my phone. After calling Changbin twice, he finally picks up on my third try.

“What.” I can hear Felix screaming something in the background about Changbin being soft (with some friendly trash talk), followed by my name being yelled.

“Y/n y/n y/n,” I hear Felix breathing into the phone. “Of course it’s you, no wonder Changbin didn’t have his resting bitch face on when he answered–mmph!” Seungmin cackles in the background with an affirmative shout of “I agree!”

“Hey Seungmin! Miss ya!” I giggle. “Hey Felix, how’s uh… what was her name again?” I pretend for forget the name of Felix’s crush. “Oh yeah–”

“Thank you, next!” I can hear Seungmin clowning him already, before Changbin (presumably) steals his phone back.

“So,” Changbin clears his throat, “did you need anything?”

“Hi y/n! How’s your day been going? We should probably work on our Tech project, don’t you think? Especially since we’re going with my idea of music production apps?” I imitate his voice. “None of that? Hmmm?”

“Hi y/n, how’s your day.” he states more than asks. “Also, I kind of forgot about that project?” When I stay silent, he adds, “That cafe two blocks from your English class in twenty minutes? I’ll bring two studio headphones.”

“You better. Also, do you mind giving me a ride?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip. “I’m at the auto shop right now because my car is getting fixed.”

“Not at all. I’ll be there in ten.”

Twelve minutes later, when he pulls up, I greet him with a “you’re late.”

(”Hi Changbin! How was your day? It’s so good to see you! You make this lovely day even better!”

“I’m glad you’re smart enough to figure out the reason behind my lackluster greeting, Seo. Do you understand what it feels like to be ignored now?”

“…my bad.”)

•••

“Can I get a ride back to the auto shop, too?” I ask as we walk across the cafe’s parking lot.

“No, you can perish. I can’t believe you had the audacity to diss coffee.” Changbin shudders exaggeratedly recalling how I called coffee “gross” after he ordered his iced americano.

“You mean roast,” I grin as I shoot him with finger guns. When he fixes me with a look, I continue. “But I bought you one to pay you back for picking me up!” I protest, playing along with his banter.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t buy me one for dropping you off, too.”

“Meanie.” We stop when we reach his car.

“A meanie who was kind enough to at least give you a ride there.” As he unlocks his car and sinks into the driver’s seat, he smirks up at me. “See you tomorrow, y/n.”

I cross my arms in defeat. “See you, snake.” I pull my phone out and open the bus app to check the schedule, sighing when I look at him and absentmindedly waving once I realize he hasn’t closed his door yet. That’s when it registers in my mind that I’m waving with the hand holding my phone.

Changbin rolls his eyes at me when he sees what I’ve pulled up. “I was joking, jeez. You know, you really can be dumb sometimes. Get in, idiot.”

“Yet I’m still at the top of the class, am I right? And I’m up there with you, so what does that say about your intelligence?” I slide into the passenger seat. “And in my defense, you’re really cold-hearted, so I actually thought you’d make me get home on my own.”

“I’d never let you go home alone this late, dummy. You may be book smart sometimes, but I’m convinced that you only use one brain cell 80% of the time. You’re so dense.” He reaches across the car and flicks my forehead. I flick his right back. “Plus, you’re cute when you’re exasperated.”

“Uhh…” I articulate intelligently. Yup, my last brain cell just went on vacation. “Um, ah- if I didn’t know better, I’d call you a player,” I manage to sputter out.

My face heats up as the temperature in the car seems to drop a few degrees as I freeze, internally panicking. Sure, that was a past impression I had of him, but I know him better now.

Changbin freezes. “You really see me that way?” His voice is flat and steady–too flat and steady.

“No! I-I kinda thought that when I first met you, but I know you’re not like that. And you can’t be a player if you only have eyes for Soyeon, right?” I’m convinced that Soyeon, the charismatic, popular rapper in his music composition class, is the object of his affections.

“I don’t like Soyeon.”

“Smells like lies.”

“I don’t!”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

Changbin starts the car. Before he pulls out of the parking lot, he glances over at me.

“I’m not–you know. A player.”

That’s the very first time I see Changbin in such an open, vulnerable state. His openness usually comes with an air of you-can’t-hurt-me-I’m-invincible. Right now, though, he lets me look straight into the depths of his soul.

I’m the one to break eye contact.

“I know,” I nod.

But it would be easier to justify the effect you have on me if you were.

(“So… how was your cafe date with Changbin yesterday? Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” pesters Felix, leaning across the table at the library, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I open my mouth to protest, but Changbin joins us and playfully shoves his shoulder before settling his arm across my shoulders.

“I actually enjoyed it a lot,” he smirks, glancing down at me. “Now if you’d bug Hyunjin instead,” he points towards the entrance where Hyunjin is walking in, “we have a study date that I, at least, would prefer you didn’t intrude on.” He smiles at me again. I think I can see stars in his eyes.

I can’t contain my grin. Even though I know he means it as a joke, I like it. I like him.

So I play along.

“You’re late Changbin.” I reach up to squish his cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felix fake a gag and leave. Changbin squeezes my side in a half hug, then sits down and scoots closer to me, taking out his textbooks and papers.

If one were to look at me and see stars swimming in my eyes, stars for him, make no mistake. This is no joke. This is real.)

•••

Over the course of the next month, I pine after Changbin. Hard. I swoon when he greets me with a hug, a smile, and an occasional drink from our cafe in the mornings, squishing my cheeks afterwards. (I always squish his back.) I swoon twice as hard if he jots down lyrics or his inner thoughts on his drink, something he’s been doing regularly. I fight the urge to blush whenever he makes a casual, flirty joke (especially when it’s in response to what I wrote on the pink sticky notes I attach to his drink whenever it’s my turn to grab drinks for us), opting to flirt back instead of feeling shy. My heart beats a little faster when I settle into his cuddly hugs, sometimes to the point where I’m afraid he’ll notice how quick it is. I have to bite back a lovestruck grin when he shares bits and pieces of himself with me, such as revealing random thoughts, telling me childhood stories, and letting me explore his soul, telling me anything and everything I’d like to know–that is, besides his current love life, denying that he has a crush on Soyeon every time I bring it up. (I’m slightly relieved.)

I’ve finally admitted my feelings for him. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, I decided to let whatever happens happen. I think I do a pretty good job of hiding it? (Felix begs to differ, though.) But the thing is, I want to tell him. I just don’t want to lose him as a friend, and I can’t imagine my life without him as an integral part in it.

So, I keep my feelings inside every time he touches my arm, shoulder, or hand; every time he leans in close to whisper in my ear; every time he giggles his fricking adorable giggle and his eyes scrunch up. I keep them hidden until I don’t and I end up spilling my feelings to Felix.

Two hours later, after Felix is done gloating that he was “right all along”, interrogating me, and high-key shipping me, he drags me over to Changbin’s dorm and claims that “he wants to see who’s better at video games” between Changbin and me. Then he leaves once we start playing smash. (He ends up beating me four times before suggesting we go somewhere else to do something fun. I agree. Felix makes faces at me until we leave.)

Some time after that (with a little convincing from Felix–not too much though, the prick knows how to be a decent friend and not force me into anything–and Yeji, who gushed about how cute Changbin and I were for a solid hour after I told her about my feelings), I sit down and plan what to say during a confession after I text Changbin to meet me in our cafe at 5 o’clock sharp and that I have something to tell him. He responds with:

Sure

I wanna tell u something too

See u then

The thing is, my brain chooses the perfect moments to stop working. For example:

I am romantically attracted to you beyond the scope that friendship encompasses? What the heck? Where did that come from?

After giving up on planning (why would you not be spontaneous when you could be?), I tell myself to just relax, and go over the main points I want to make in my head. I trust myself to not make a complete fool out of myself while confessing. I think.

You know what? I’m relaxed. Cool as a cucumber.

I mean, come on! What could possibly go wrong?

•••

As soon as I step into the cafe and see Changbin’s expression change from unbothered to smiling when he notices me entering, my mouth goes dry.

“You’re early,” I greet.

He raises an eyebrow. “You are, too. That’s a first. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

My eyes dart around, glancing at the menu, the fairy lights, the flower centerpiece in the middle of the table, all familiar things I had seen when we worked on our project and during our study sessions. I do a double take when my gaze lands on the small bouquet of flowers resting in his lap.

Of course he wanted to see me too. He needed a girl’s opinion delivering these flowers along with a speech about his feelings.

Wonderful. As if I wasn’t sure my heart was going to get broken already.

“So. I have something to tell you.” “I need to get something off my chest.” we say at the same time.

Smooth, me. That was real smooth.

“Please just let me get it out. I’ll help you with whatever confession advice about Soyeon you need, ok? I just… need to word vomit,” I let out a shaky breath. “Would you look at that, I’m doing it already! Great!”

Changbin stares at me. He opens his mouth and says, “I don’t have feelings for Soyeon. I don’t understand why you always insist that I do, but believe me, these flowers… they’re not for her.”

Ah, there my mind goes again. Racing with thoughts of who else it could be. I don’t want to think of him as a fuckboy, but really, who knows how many other people he’s given flowers to? Just when I was starting to think–no, hope–that maybe, maybe my one-sided pining wasn’t one-sided after all.

How many more people does he wrap his arms around, does he write random thoughts and lyrics for, does he walk to classes and events with, does he greet with a new cheesy pickup line on their hot chocolate with no whipped cream and marshmallows, does he say heart-stopping things so effortlessly such as “I don’t know what I would do without you in my life” while shooting his deadly, genuine smile? How many more people are there?

“Take your time, y/n,” Changbin chuckles good-naturedly, snapping me out of my internal monologue. “It must be important. I’m all ears.” He props his elbows up on the small table separating us, leaning his head into his hands and fixing a patient expression on me.

This adorable, tiny, unselfish ball of fluff. My heart nearly combusts and I lose control of my brain when I blurt out the words “I like you.”

I force myself to keep my eyes on his face, to see if his expression changes. It doesn’t, but I swear I can see his eyes darken a little and the wheels in his mind start to turn before coming to a complete stop. “We’re friends,” he replies slowly. “Unless you mean…”

“I am romantically attracted to you beyond the scope that friendship encompasses.” Seriously? Right now?

Changbin opens his mouth and closes it (I’m sure that my thesaurus vomit didn’t exactly help things). He’s wearing his trademark confused face, and as cute as it is, I can’t suppress the need to explain myself more. “I just wanted to let you know, and I hope that we can still be friends after this. There’s no pressure for you to like me back or anything. I totally understand. Just give me a few days to adjust, ok? Ok. Cool.”

“Wait, y/n-” “Haha, look at the time, I need to go, uh, do stuff. See you in class on Monday!” I nearly trip as I rush to stand up from my chair. I barely restrain myself from bolting to the door, and by the time Changbin opens the cafe door, I’m halfway across the parking lot.

My face burns as I peel out of the parking lot. My brain burns with the image of Changbin running towards me, arm extended, totally not kissable lips parted, calling my name.

•••

A good cry always makes things better.

Once I’m drained of tears, I melt into my bed with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s and my computer while pointedly ignoring my 50 unread messages from a certain person. As I search for friends-to-lovers stories and fics, I feel a new wave of frustration rising. Sure, mutual pining for your best friend is understandable. But what happens when you’re not best friends? What happens when he tries to brighten up everyone’s day? When will you get your happy ending if he’s just a thoroughly good person who only sees you as a friend?

My subconscious tells me that I’m being unfair, but I push selfless y/n to the back of my mind. I tell myself I’ll deal with this mess on Monday when I’m ready. Tonight, I’m just going to wallow in self-pity.

Until I hear a slightly muffled knock on my apartment door door.

And another.

“Y/n?” Changbin’s voice calls out.

Nononono crap not today not today oh mah Jesus -Mark Lee

“Please let me in?” He asks again, this time in a softer voice.

I respond by closing the door to my room.

“Y/n! I know you’re in there!” The knocking continues. I start blasting Day6 songs from my computer in an attempt to drown him out. It works, since his knocking and his words get muffled until they merely sound likewhite noise, but I get a flurry of notifications from my phone. I mute it and throw it across the room.

After a while, Changbin seems to give up and stops trying to get my attention. I pause my music.

I have no idea how long I sit on my bed, lost in my own bubble, reading my sorrows away, but I’m snapped out of my reverie and thrown back into reality with the sound of the front door opening. I hear my roommate say, “Wait here for a sec, let me talk to her first.” I hear a body settle on our couch.

The door to my room opens.

“Y/n? You ok?” Yeji takes in my puffy eyes, the mountain of tissues nearly bursting out of my trash can, the bundle of blankets I’ve arranged into something resembling a beanbag, and the tub of Ben and Jerry’s slowly melting away. She sighs sympathetically and offers me a hug.

After comforting me and asking if I wanted to talk to her (I told her I would explain things tomorrow), she asks me to talk to Changbin. I decline.

“Well, you know what’s best for you. I just hope that you’ll listen to what he has to say. He said something about crashing in our living room until you talk to him… but he won’t bother you until you’re ready to have a face-to-face conversation with him!” she immediately reassures me once she sees the look of panic and worry on my face. “If you feel comfortable enough, please talk to him soon. He seems really regretful.”

“Of course he is,” I mumble. “Of course he feels sorry after I tell him not to be.” A new flood of tears threatens to spill from my eyes. “What a prick; always caring about his friends.” The word tastes bitter in my mouth and I almost spit it out.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Yeji grabs a tissue and dabs away my tears. “Do you want me to kick his ass for you?” I shake my head. “Get my brother to kick his ass?”

That manages to get a laugh out of me. “No, don’t sic Hyunjin on him. Changbin didn’t do anything wrong. I feel a lot better now, and I don’t want to distract you from what you were doing before this; you don’t have to stay here if you have other things to do.”

“You’re sure you’re ok? I don’t have anything important to do.”

“Positive. Besides, I know your English paper is due in 2 days. You don’t have to lie. Really, thank you, Yeji. You truly are the mama bird of our friend group.”

“You’d do the same for me.” She stands up and heads towards the door. “Do you want me to put your ice cream in the fridge? Bring you some dinner? I’m planning on cooking with Changbin tonight.” I tell her no, she leaves after double checking I don’t need anything else, and I lock my door.

I feel as if I’m suffocating, as if Changbin’s presence is seeping through the walls into my room, as if it’s attempting to fuse with everything in this apartment so that I’m reminded of him everywhere I look.

I need to get out of here.

I hear Yeji and Changbin moving around in the kitchen, and I remember that no one in the kitchen can see our front door (that’s how Yeji sneaks up on me when I get home early and start preparing dinner before she gets back, and vice versa). If I time this correctly… I could sneak out until Changbin leaves!

Y/n, you’re a genius!

•••

After I slip outside, making sure the lock the door quietly, run to my car before they notice I’m gone, and decide to drive to the old-timey diner that Felix drags me to when I’m feeling down, I debate whether or not I still want to be alone for about 3 seconds before I call him. He picks up on the 4th ring. After he agrees to meet me there in 15, I tell him not to spread the word about my whereabouts.

“Chill, mate,” he drawls, and I swear I can hear his Fortnite game in the background. “It sounds like you’re trying to avoid someone. You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”

Ah, Felix. Sweet, oblivious, intuitive Felix. “Don’t worry. I’m only sticking to class 4 misdemeanors… for now,” I whisper the last part before hanging up, trying to scare him.

It doesn’t work.

“You have got to get better at lying, y/n,” he says as a form of greeting when he slides into the seat across from me in our booth. “You’d lose your straight-A average before you broke the law. Did you order yet?”

“Yup, just fries for now,” I nod just as our food gets set down on the table. “Tsk, tsk, you’re late. You said 15 minutes. It’s been 20.” An ache in my heart? What ache in my heart? I mean, who else would I call late?

He shoves a fry in his mouth with one hand while flapping his other. “Traffic. And uh, stuff. Switch seats with me,” he stands up abruptly. “I wanna look at the door instead of the restrooms.”

I’m taken aback at how random that was, but I take his seat anyways. “The doors to the restrooms are closed. Dramatic much?”

“Speaking of drama,” he pauses to shovel a large handful of fries down his throat and chew. I take this opportunity to peek at my phone, and my heart rate accelerates once I see the 73 unread messages from both Yeji and Changbin.

Crap, they found out. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t that inconspicuous… I think as I text Yeji that I’m feeling better, eating out, sorry for worrying her, and that I won’t do anything stupid. I try to ignore Changbin’s texts.

“Speaking of drama, what the hell happened?” Felix interrogates.

“What happened?” I feign ignorance.

He doesn’t buy it. “You’re at our diner, you called me here, and you haven’t touched your fries. The only thing you’re missing from this mope-fest is a milkshake.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to get one.” I try to escape from his sharp gaze, but he blocks me.

“I don’t want milkshakes, I want TEA. So spill it now.”

“I’m not sure I want to talk about it right now…”

“Does this have to do with your massive crush on Changbin?”

“Pfft, what?” My voice rises an octave at the end of my question. “I don’t like Changbin. You like Changbin.”

He ignores my blatant lies. “What happened? Did you embarrass yourself in front of him or something? Because I promise you, that boy is whipped. I’m pretty sure you could shove him off a cliff and he’d still like you.”

“No, Felix… I messed up. Like, big time.”

After I get done explaining what happened with Changbin, I can practically feel the judgement pouring off Felix in waves.

“I just-I just feel so stupid for thinking I had a chance. Like, he’s always so friendly to everyone and I can’t believe I thought that his actions meant something more. He obviously only saw me as a friend.”

“You’re wrong.” Felix stands up. “You’re wrong because he’s here right now and walking towards you.” He points behind me, and lo and behold, Changbin appears with a milkshake in each hand. Felix waves. “Adiós.”

And then I’m frozen and I can look everywhere except for at Changbin and I’m internally cursing my life.

•••

Changbin slides a milkshake across the table. “I’m sorry for not texting you anything or saying something when I went over to your dorm. I just… wanted to tell you in person. And make this special. Because–you’re special to me.”

I glance up at him, then divert my gaze to the milkshake. On the drink, he’s written a short poem.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You said you like me,

And I like you, too.

Though our initial meeting

May have been up to fate,

Now that we’re here together,

Let me take you on a date?

“I like you too, y/n.” He reaches across the table and takes my hand–hesitantly at first, then laces our fingers together once I don’t show any signs of protest.

I stand up abruptly, pulling my hand away. Once he starts to look uncomfortable, I tackle him in a hug and bury my face into the crook of his neck. I can’t contain my grin.

“Took you long enough to realize, you cheesy songwriter.”

I pull back, and Changbin’s expression turns serious. “Be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.”

“Well then, sweetheart,” he smiles. “Let me take you on that date?”

(As we walk out of the restaurant, he backhugs me and whispers into my ear. “The only reason I didn’t kiss you back there was because I didn’t want to bother the people in there.”

“How about now?”

He responds by leaning in and capturing my lips with his.)

•••

After our date, as Changbin and I share a kiss underneath the night sky, I can’t help but realize how incomplete my first impressions of him were. He’s much too complex to be characterized by the sky during just one time of day. Rather, he encompasses the qualities of the sky in general depending on his mood: sunny, rainy, partly cloudy, snowy, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky, displaying rainbows, and my favorite (the most frequent and the one that describes him the best)–the night sky. Commonly thought of as pitch black, until you take a closer look and observe what you see: lit up by a bright moon, the darkness just a complex contrast allowing you to appreciate the celestial bodies that the sun overpowers.

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escarlatafox · 5 years ago

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whispers for the 'send you a series' meme, i'm tempted to just be Unoriginal and say kung fu panda, but if you'd rather something else, i'm seeing a lot of steven universe around here jfjfiea

Masha ily. You know that, right? :D

Kung Fu Panda:

Favourite character: Who else but Shifu? XD

Second favourite character: It might actually be Po

Least favourite character: Hard to think of a least favourite character. If we ONLY count the main cast + the villains in the movies and exclude any other minor characters, then I’d say Kai maybe? Just wasn’t as impactful to me as the other characters/villains. Or if we include minor characters I might say the hugging panda from the third movie because the gag and his character didn’t really add much. Also, I’ve already spoken about this in the past, possibly more than once, but back when I was a child upon watching the first movie, my answer to this question would actually be Ping. Suffice it to say, my opinion on him changed a LOT. XD

The character I’m most like: Maybe I am like Po in some ways. At my core, I’m a fangirl lol. And I like food :O

Favourite pairing: Don’t really have any ships. Crane and the girl from that one short tho. Like idk if I’d want them to get together, maybe not now that I think about it. But it would be nice to see them interact more.

Least favourite pairing: HAH. Let’s just say I really hate what Legends of Awesomeness decided to do with Shifu in the shipping realm and leave it at that. :P

Favourite moment: YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CHOOSE? There’s no way. I could only list off notable ones. Okay, if we narrow it down to non-Shifu moments, off the top of my head, you obviously have the iconic cannonball scene at the end of kung fu panda 2, and in the THIRD movie I love love love how when Po is in the spirit realm and he says “turns out... I’m all of them” and the music swells and the framing and the scenery is just. so gorgeous . I love. So much. If I sat here thinking too long I’d probably start recapping all the movies SO since I’ve thrown those two out there I’ll cut myself off before I get too out of hand. XD

Rating out of 10: First movie is just 10/10 for me. It’s my favourite movie, not just in the franchise but like, probably ever among movies in general, and just about every moment and scene feels like home when I watch it. The trio of movies I’d then put at probably around 9/10.

Steven Universe:

Favourite character: I can now say with confidence that it is Steven Universe.

The people who liked Steven “before it was cool” certainly have bragging rights, because I was one of those people who failed to find myself among them, as I lacked the foresight, or... future vision for it. :P. At first, in the very early days, I didn’t really care for Steven. It’s often very easy to gloss over a protagonist, and, in my case, not truly appreciate what’s great in a character like early-days Steven, or even Po. Now, Steven and Po are, naturally, quite distinct characters in their distinct franchises but there are certainly parallels that can be drawn, not only in their character but how I initially felt towards them. By asking for both fandoms in the one ask, I feel like you’ve given me the opportunity to speak about this, which has been idly on my mind every so often. XDBoth Steven and Po are the protagonist of the franchise they’re in. They’re both fond of food, they both start out needing training and then develop incredible skills along the way until they become one of, if not the most powerful in the cast. They’re both generally very easygoing, excitable, enthusiastic, FRIENDLY, and generally kind. At the start of their journeys, there’s a lot of focus on how much they’re lacking in skills and abilities, how difficult it is for them to accomplish even the basics. They both gotta Save The World, whether it be more in the sense of the universe as a whole or China.And the thing is I had the same issue with Po as I did with early-days Steven; I didn’t realise how great Po is. I was just a little too dismissive. With time, (and I’m talking around the point where I actually entered the fandom after the second movie was out, so it was mostly kid me who is guilty of not recognising Po’s greatness) I grew to realise just how cool Po is, to truly appreciate his genuine enthusiasm and excitement and also utmost reverence and admiration of kung fu. I simply Expected Po’s character to be less than it was, which is what caused the oversight. But Po is honestly so fantastic and deserves every last bit of love the fandom has to offer him. Also, seeing his potential and him reaching his potential is so damn epic. See: his “turns out, I’m all of them” quote/scene I mentioned earlier.So to bring things back to Steven, whose character arc nonetheless has its VERY stark differences from Po’s, it was around when Steven managed to calm down and stop the cluster that it fully registered in my mind how fantastic and amazing he is and how much I appreciate his character. In fact, it was a little earlier than that. Pretty sure I hadn’t actually started watching the show yet when Sadie’s Song aired, but I was getting all the deets secondhand on my dashboard and I loved what I heard and saw in gifs/pics. A boy who just wants to perform and dance around on stage in heels and a gorgeous outfit to boot (I really liked the thought of trans girl Steven at the time tbh, which was being thrown about on my dashboard back then, though of course that’s not the path the show decided to go down, so he/him it is...!). He had my full support. And THEN when he calmed the cluster down like that... (and I think I was probably watching the show at that point?) I just, loved his incredible talent to reach out to others and HELP them, I loved his magical gem abilities and how he always seemed to be triumphing against the odds, and as the show progressed his feats only started getting more and more impressive. I absolutely noticed how much responsibilities he’d started forcing onto himself, how he was trying to manage everyone and be an adult to all the adults in his life, I was kind of intrigued by how much he was shouldering, and it struck me that he had developed an Atlas Personality long, long before he was ever listed as an example of it on the wikipedia page. I simply adored Steven and his placement in the show and everything.He’s also completely ACING things as usual in the movie too.And then Steven Universe Future hit, and oh boy, that’s a whole other story. Steven truly emerged as the forefront seeing as the focus was now unrelentingly on him and his issues. What initially got me really hooked as well, was the inherent shock and intrigue of seeing a character who would usually always do the right thing, who always seemed to know what was best for everyone, who always seemed to be able to read a situation and understand who needed help and then reaching out and offering them help... not only completely failing to recognise that HE was the source of a given problem (see: the pink dome rapidly closing in), but to actively dig himself deeper by being convinced SOMEONE ELSE was at fault, and whirling around and trying to pin it all on them. Before Steven whirled around to point at Lars, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he was about to be like “guys, you know what? I think I’m causing this - I think I have some stuff going on” LOL NOPE. And that was only the tip of the ice berg. Steven had nowhere else to go but down, and boy, down did he go until he hit rock bottom, pulled out a shovel and started digging.

Second favourite character: Hard to say. I do know that I am crazy about the zircons (I mean c’mon - lawyers!). I was crazy about Blue Pearl when we first saw her too. My answer might’ve been Aquamarine or even Eyeball if it wasn’t for Steven Universe Future. Seeing more of them just kinda made me go “ok you know what, yeah this isn’t really what I expected and they’re not actually really my thing after all.” I reeeeally don’t know. Steven Universe has such a stellar cast of great characters. Steven Universe Future also kinda threw me off Spinel, but obviously Spinel is A+ as well.

Least favourite character: I don’t really care about Lapis. She just kind of lost appeal as a character to me and I never really understood her I guess. I was also never fond of the diamonds... because you know, discourse, and like, the discourse kind of has a point. But after Steven Universe Future I might invest more in trying to understand their positioning in the show a little more, now with the confirmation that Steven never did actually forgive them. I completely wrote-off White Diamond’s seemingly quick turnaround for the longest time and honestly never bought it and felt it was WAY too easy and rushed/forced. But I came to an internal understanding quite recently and I THINK I finally get what the show meant there so I think I can buy it now and find it believable at last, which is nice. So don’t quote me and don’t crucify me, but I might warm up to the diamonds a Little.

The character I’m most like: omg. There’s so many characters idk who is most like me hahaha

Favourite pairing: Connverse. Connie kissing Steven on the cheek in the movie made me SO pleased, and I can say this is my favourite pairing if only because the prospect of it not working out and instead going up in flames and not actually having a good resolution - which is a threat that felt so very real during Steven Universe Future - was deeply, DEEPLY upsetting to me. Like I didn’t care because I’d been taking it for GRANTED, but the moment anyone suggested, with alarming plausibility that they may split up or whatever, I was immediately on edge like “NO NO NO NO NO”.

Least favourite pairing: Stevinel. Stevidot. Just, any ship with Steven and any of the gems is an instant no from me. D:

Favourite moment: omggg. Again, there are simply way too many, so no answer I give here can or will be definitive. So I’ll simply state my love for when Steven is singing Change and Spinel yeets him in the sky and there’s the stellar animation where he goes “You can make it different... You can make it right! You can make it better! We don’t have to fight!”

Rating out of 10: I’d probably give it a 9/10, if only because, look. There are a LOT of shows out there. There are a lot of pieces of media I’m into and have watched. And Steven Universe is just. It’s good. Even when I like another piece of media MORE than Steven Universe, I can still more than readily acknowledge when/if SU has vastly superior writing. And it usually does. The only thing stopping me from giving it a 10/10 is because for the vast majority of SU’s existence I was mainly only ever a passive watcher/fan and/or got secondhand knowledge (closer to the start of it airing), so it lacks that fundamental closeness to my heart that something like Kung Fu Panda has. (Though I got way more close to it during SUF, as my reblogs can attest to LOL). The other thing stopping it from hitting that 10/10 is there are things I still take issue with, like how the Rose=Pink reveal undermines Pearl’s character (the “rebellion” aspect) and casts an EXTREMELY uncomfortable light on Pearl being in love with Rose. Yes, the show already showed us that Pearl’s obsession with Rose is unhealthy and problematised it. But regardless of how problematised it already was, I’m just not comfortable with a former slave being shown as being in love with their former master at all. What does that add, realistically? There are other valid criticisms that have been pointed out, namely how aspects of the show such as Sugilite’s role in Coach Steven do fail its Black audience. That undercurrent is there and it’s unfortunate.

#mashanevershutsup #ask #asks #THANK YOU I was actually feeling unhappy and you sending me an ask like this kinda cheered me up?#Gotta love that Human Interaction #long post

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kimetsu-no-fanatics · 5 years ago

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so.. your first language it's spanish huh? más facil será pedir un headcannon uwu de Giyuu por favor! gracias~

Sure! And to make everyone understand this request, I made this is both English and Spanish >:3

También, gracias por ser mi primer pedido! Lo hice extra largo como un pequeño obsequio uwu

Headcannons s/o de Giyuu Tomioka

• Sus abrazos son lo más torpe del mundo. Como no sabe cómo expresar su aprecio por ti, a veces sus abrazos son muy apretados, muy débiles, o simplemente algo que ni se parece a un abrazo (aunque la característica principal de éstos es que tienden a ser en los momentos más inadecuados, siempre con esa expresión de vacío interno en su rostro). Nunca sabes qué demonios esperar. Pero eso es exactamente lo que lo hace un hermoso hombre.

• Al parecer no besa tan mal? Le gusta darte besitos suaves en la mejilla o la frente, y cuando decide ir por los labios siempre lo hace de manera precavida y hasta tímida, ya que siempre le causan cierta vergüenza nunca antes vista.

• Ama escucharte aunque a veces no entiende nada.

• Si te casas con él será más husbando que nunca.

• Puede que a veces diga ciertas cosas rudas o salidas de tono, pero lo más probable es que sea producto de su desconocimiento por normas básicas de socialización. Al segundo se arrepentiría y probaría uno de sus espantosos abrazos.

• Tiende a sonreir cuando te ve dormir, feliz de verte tan relajado(a) y la suave respiración que agita tus costados. Si te despiertas durante estos instantes probablemente quedes con trauma (ya que no es muy lindo ver a un tipo sonriéndote con tanta alegría apenas despiertas) pero lo hace con la mejor intención, aprécienlo al pobre.

• Podría estar en una competencia de quién come más soba frío contigo 24/7

• Es MUY sobreprotector. Si salen a pasear puede estar todo el día sosteniéndote la mano como si en cualquier momento podría aparecer un demonio para matarte. Puede llegar a ser molesto pero probablemente ni se lo digas, él se siente muy bien haciéndolo, aunque sepa que eres lo suficientemente fuerte para protegerte solo(a).

• Le encanta malcriarte con una de tus cosas favoritas por la mañana. ¿Te gustan las flores? Despiertas y BUM, un florero rebosante frente a tu cara. ¿Desayunos a la cama? Despiertas con olor a huevo recién cocido por toda tu pieza. ¿Que tu gato te salude? Abres los ojos y ahí está el bendito gato sobre tu cabeza. Y seguirá haciendo lo mismo TODAS las mañanas hasta que le digas que no tiene por qué molestarse tanto.

• Cuando le dices que lo amas, él siempre se pone como…, REALMENTE TENSO y no responde por un tiempo. Él también te ama, por supuesto, pero no cree que merezca el amor de alguien tan genial y amable como tú. La mejor manera de calmarlo es dándole besos suaves en la mejilla y explicando en murmullos que es un hombre increíble y estar a su lado es una de las mejores cosas que te pasó en la vida. Si él logra ablandarse por tus palabras, lo más probable es que sonría un poco, y si tienes suerte, puede que hasta sus ojos se humedezcan por la alegría.

Headcannons generales de Giyuu

• Probablemente ni tenga mascotas, todos los animales lo odian, rip. Pero si llegase a tener uno, probablemente sería un canario o hámster. Hámster porque le gustaría mucho verlo caminar allí con sus diminutas patitas por toda la casa y sujetarlo con suavidad. Canario porque le gustan esos cantos incluso si el bendito pájaro se pone a cantar a las 4 am; es más, si llegase a suceder probablemente se sentaría sobre su cama y apreciaría profundamente la intención de la tierna criatura por complacerlo. Podría estar así 3 horas.

• No entiende los memes. Y en el caso extraordinariamente excepcional de que lo llegase a hacer, se reiría como maniático o ni le gustaría.

• No lo imagino como a un tipo al que le gusta el café. Probablemente prefiera bebidas frías, como té helado o jugos caseros (adora estos últimos).

Giyuu Tomioka Headcannons with s/o!

• His hugs are clumsy and awkward as hell. As he doesn't know how to express his feelings for you properly, sometimes his hugs are very tight, very weak, or just something that doesn't even seems like a hug (although the main characteristic of these is that they tend to be at the most inappropriate times, always with that expression of internal emptiness in his face). You never know what the hell to expect. But that is exactly what makes him a beautiful man.

• Apparently he does not kiss so badly? He likes to give you gentle kisses on the cheek or forehead, and when he decides to go for the lips he always does it cautiously and even with shyness, since they always make him feel a little too embarrassed.

• He loves to listen to you although sometimes he does not understand anything.

• If you make him your husband he will be more husbando tan ever.

• He may sometimes say some things in a harsh way or out of tune, but it's most likely the result of his ignorance of basic rules of socialization. The second after saying them, he would regret it and try one of his hideous hugs (or, in the best case, with a little kiss).

• He tends to smile when he sees you sleeping, happy to see you so relaxed and the gentle breathing that stirs your sides. If you wake up during these instants you will probably suffer from trauma (since it is not very nice to see a guy smiling at you with such joy as soon as you wake up) but he does it with the best intention, appreciate this poor boi.

• He could be in a contest of who eats more cold soba with you 24/7

• He is VERY overprotective. If you go for a walk with him, he will be holding your hand all day as if at any moment a demon could appear to kill you. It can be annoying, but you probably will not even tell him, he feels really good doing it, even though he knows you're strong enough to protect yourself.

• He loves to spoil you with one of your favorite things in the morning. Do you like flowers? Wake up and BUM, a vase overflowing with roses in front of your face. Breakfast to bed? You wake up with the smell of freshly cooked egg throughout your room. That your cat greets you? You open your eyes and there's the freaking cat over your head. And he will continue doing the same thing every morning until you tell him that he does not have to bother himself so much.

• When you tell him that you love him, he always gets like, REALLY TENSE and doesn't answer in a while. He loves you too, of course, but he doesn't believe he deserves love from someone as great as you. The best way to calm him is giving him soft kisses on the cheek and silently explaining that he is an awesome man and being with him is one of the most beautiful things that have ever happened on your life. If he gets you, he will most likely smile a little, and if you are lucky, his eyes will water from happiness.

Giyuu General Headcannons

• He probably doesn't have any pets, all animals hate him, rip. But if he had one, it would probably be a canary or a hamster. A hamster because he would really like to see it, walking everywhere with his tiny paws all over the house, and he would hold it gently. A canary because he likes it's songs even if the freaking bird starts singing at 4 am; Moreover, if it were to happen, he would probably sit on his bed and deeply appreciate the tender creature's intention to please him. He could be like this for 3 hours.

• He definitely doesn't understand memes. And in the exceptionally rare case that he did it, he would laugh like a maniac or would not like it.

• I do not imagine him as a guy who likes coffee. He probably prefers cold drinks, like ice tea or homemade juices (love these ones).

• • •

That's all! Hope you like, and I apologize if the headcannons aren't totally right, I'm not totally up to date with the manga ;;

#giyuu #giyuu tomioka #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #headcannons #anime headcanons

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crackmadhi · 5 years ago

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The Cat is a Troll

Thursday, 16 September 2032

It was already evening, and I was still stuck in the traffic, as Apollo called me and asked if I was on my way home. He wanted to know, if he should warm up our food already or if he should wait some more.

I told him that he could start, since I was almost at my turn and even though traffic was bad, I would soon be home. Then we hung up and I started humming a melody.

This day had been fucking stressful up until now. I had to present two cases in court and the latter one was absolutely nerve-wrecking. Not because it was a hard case, no. The main witness just could not shut up and it was almost impossible to get them to stop talking again. Even the judge was getting annoyed by it and had to ask for their removal.

But now the night was finally dawning, and I got to see my sun again. My sun, who just called me to ask if he should make me dinner. I felt a smile forming on my lips and quickly glanced at the silver ring on my left ring finger. It was still new and shiny. And I still felt the sweet contentment rushing through my veins when I looked at it.

I really longed to see my husband again and apparently for once life time was kind to me as it flew by and I reached my destination a bit earlier than expected. Quickly I went inside and straight into the kitchen, where I was hit with quite the sight.

Apollo Justice, the owner of the small law firm Justice & Co. and former official legal council for the reconstruction of the khura’inese legal system, was standing on a kitchen counter, while our lovely cat Mikeko sat on a cupboard and unimpressed stared down at him. He meowed at him and Apollo mumbled something angrily in khura’inese. Cautiously he stretched and tried to reach the fluffy animal but exactly as he had almost got hold of him, Mikeko simply took a step back and started peacefully licking his pawn as if he was mocking him.

I had to bite my lip in order to keep myself from laughing. This was absolutely hilarious. It got even better as I realized that Vongole was also in the kitchen and stood behind Apollo down on the floor watching him closely like I did.

He let out a little bark and immediately my red lawyer growled frustratedly: “Oh can you do it better, Clams? Can you? Then please, do it yourself! Go on! Get this stubborn creature down here!”

And at that I could no longer contain myself and started laughing. That caused Apollo to stumble and he almost lost balance. Immediately I run over to him and supported him by holding his legs still, so he would not fall down.

As soon as he was no longer in danger of falling down, he turned around and told me loudly with a beet red face: “Fuck you? What the hell is your business with sneaking up on me and then giving me a heart attack? I almost died!”

Before I could say anything, Mikeko jumped down from the cupboard on the counter, quickly slid around Apollo’s legs, and finally jumped down on the floor ignoring my existence while gracefully exiting the room.

Both of us looked after the cat in bewilderment. This animal had the same vibe as the “Then perish” meme. He was godlike.

Anyway, I took a step back and as Apollo very carefully sat down, I told him: “Well, to my defence I was quite overwhelmed with the scene, which was unfolding in front of me. It was kinda bizarre and your backside is also very much distracting.”

I winked at him and he puffed his adorably pink cheeks. But suddenly he cracked a smile and shook his head. He took my hands and drew circles with his thumb on their back.

I had the urge to lean on him and lay my head on his shoulders. At first, I tried to resist, but as Apollo drew me closer and grabbed me around shoulders, I gave in and buried my head in his shoulders. It was nice being in a lower position than Apollo for once. Leaning on my sweet small partner was really comforting.

And then an alarm clock went off and the little man slid down from the counter in order to get our lasagne out of the oven. I let out a tired huff and set up the table. Apollo followed soon with the lasagne and a bottle of red wine together with two glasses.

“Oh wow”, I said in as I stemmed my hands in my hips. “What’s there to celebrate? Have I forgotten something? Or am I in trouble or both?”

He only shot me a slightly offended look and answered while filling my glass: “Can’t I just drink some wine with my husband? And also, you look like you had a shitty day, so I wanted to make this evening a bit nicer for you.”

“Can you call me husband again? It sounds like music in my tender ears”, I pledged and stepped close to him.

A sneaky smile appeared on his lips and softly touched his shoulders and let my hands wander down to his chest. His face came closer to me and he whispered smoothly: “My husband. I’m going to drink some wine with my handsome husband, Klavier Gavin. Did that make you happy?”

“Very much so”, I replied and pressed a small kiss on his lips.

We parted again, toasted on us, drank our wine and started eating our lasagne. He asked me about my day and I could get some steam off. Then he told me about how his new intern Tam had managed to get into a heated discussion about musicals with an over fifty years old man. Said man had come into their office for a defence request for his son who had been accused of identity theft and had been in a horrible mood before the kid had started talking with him.

Apollo himself had been out, when the guy had first entered the office, because of he had been called to a crime scene for another case and only met the man as he came back, while his lovely intern was cheerfully describing the hidden meaning of ‘Wicked’ to the eagerly listening man in his early fifties.

Apollo had only ever praise for the young woman. With her fiercely gentle nature she was quite a strange character, who was absolutely intriguing. And so, they had won a new client in no time even though Apollo had not been there to meet him first.

“Frau Abelen truly is a treasure, isn’t she?”, I said to Apollo after he had ended his story.

“She sure is. And she’s also really talented at defending to be honest. I have taken her to court with me several times and she’s a complete natural. Sharp mind and an insightful point of view. One day she’ll make a great lawyer”, he told me as excitement glimmered in his eyes.

Quickly he had stood up and put the lasagne bowl on the counter. I took our used plates and wandered over to him, carefully putting the plates next to the bowl and then hugged my man from behind.

“Of course, she’ll be great! She will have learnt form the greatest lawyer after all”, I whispered in his ears and got a slightly embarrassed laugh in return.

He wiggled himself out of my hug and turned around, so he could see me. Nonchalantly he laid his arms around my neck, tilted his head to the side and smiled at me.

“What is it with you today? You’re always rather smooth but this is fucking brilliant. Do you want something from me? Something involving our bed room? Hm? You little horny rock star?”

Well, now, that was simply unfair. He had no idea how attractive he was when he started talking like this with that sort of smirk and that voice. And complimenting me at the same time. Dear god, this man was the end of me.

I leaned in for a kiss, closed my eyes and felt how Apollo’s lips came closer and –

“Meow”

Confused we turned our faces towards the counter and discovered a very judging cat starring at us from inside the lasagne bowl. I felt my jaw drop, while Apollo simply raised his eyebrows, as we watched how Mikeko came out of the bowl, stretched and then jumped down from the counter and yet again left the room as gracefully as an Olympia ice skater.

“This cat is the ultimate troll”, I huffed under my breath as I made a step towards the kitchen in order to get some towels for the tomato stains the horrible cat just had left.

Yet I did not get further than that because Apollo broke down laughing in tears, what I observed in cluelessness. As the laughing continued, I got worried and asked a bit lost: “What exactly is so funny about this?”

I saw how Apollo attempted reply, but it took him quite some time before he was able to calm down enough to answer me.

“Ah, sorry, but – I – well there was just an image popping up in my mind of a fantasy troll Mikeko with the quest of cock-blocking us and it seemed so fucking ridiculous to me at the moment.”

I blinked several times before I actually registered what the man just had told me and needed several more seconds before I understood what he had said. And then I started laughing violently myself, what led to Apollo starting to laugh again. What made me laugh even harder and made it way more difficult to stop laughing again.

I did not even know why I laughed in the first place. The image was not really that funny, but somehow it was the most hilarious thing when I had heard Apollo say it. And it still was hilarious when we stopped laughing and started to clean up the mess Mikeko had caused. Vongole even helped us as he liked up some of the tomato trail the naughty cat had left behind.

When we were finally finished, I let myself drop on the sofa in the living room and stared at the pictures on the coffee table. It was one of Apollo and me on our first date, several with Simon, Nahyuta, Apollo and me in it, some of Trucy, Thalassa, Athena and Herr Wright and also one of Rayfa. I leaned forward and took the one up where Simon sat on said coffee table, made peace sign and I was sitting in front of him on the floor, smiling brightly.

I decided we needed more pictures. There were too little of Kay, Sebastian and Frau Skye. I wanted to see more of them. They belonged into this household.

A black-white ball of fluffy hair appeared in front of me. I smiled and fondled the spaniel half-breed behind his ears. Ultimately, he laid down on my feet and I got the chance to lay back again.

Peacefully I sat there, humming a melody for a new song in my head. Life was good. Even kind right now. I appreciated that.

I heard Apollo come closer, a purring mass in his arms. I opened my eyes and saw how he sat down next to me with the cat on his lap. Mikeko slept peacefully just as Vongole did and I gave Apollo an amused look.

Then I reached over to the cat, petted him and told Apollo: “Both of them might be trolls from time to time. But I would not want to live without them anymore.”

“Neither would I”, Apollo agreed and kissed my cheek. “They are just as much part of this family as you and I are.”

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dustofwarfare · 6 years ago

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For the domestic meme... a pairing that literally no one but me cares about haha, Noct/Loqi

HERE FOR IT

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Loqi, mostly so he can tell Noctis that he woke up first. (Noctis: “Yes, I know. Don’t care.”)

Who’s the one to make breakfast: They make it together, and argue the whole time about which way is better, end up angrily making out and everything burns. So they go to Kenny Crowe’s.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: I feel like Noctis does this with a sort of, “Hey, here, don’t make a big deal out of it, whatever,” attitude.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: (Considering the word “morning” is in this and we’re talking about Noctis…) I’d say Loqi, though considering he’s a general in the Imperial Army I feel like maybe Noctis does it just so he’ll get in trouble and, y’know, not be in the army >>

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Noctis, but also because he really doesn’t want Loqi to be involved in a war. On the other side.

Who chooses the movies: Noctis. Loqi hasn’t seen a lot of them, and he always wants to watch like, war movies. I feel like they both dig like, obscure anime or something? Like maybe this is how they met in the first place. There was a battle, one of them was taken prisoner and the other showed up to guard/interrogate/etc and instead they got into a fight about some 20 year old anime and whether the dubbed or subbed version was better.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Noctis, because Loqi goes on a lot of long monologues about whatever they’re watching and Noctis hasn’t yet figured out that Loqi is totally doing it on purpose. (in other news my shipping preferences are always “people with opinions/people who are tired of hearing them so they kiss them” what)

Who orders lunch: Noctis.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Noctis. Loqi then declares it’s an international incident and Noctis isn’t sure if he’s joking or not. (He is.) (Unless it’s like, the Kenny Crowe garlic fries. Then it is war, Caelum!!!!!)

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Look I hate the word “tummy” but Loqi. He’s kind of a stressball. I bet Noctis fucks him, gives him dinner and lets him yell about an anime, then they make out, Noctis pets his hair AND THANKS, R3ZURI, NOW I’M SHIPPING THIS SO :|

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Considering they’re on opposite sides of a war, I’d say both of them xDD

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Noctis

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Loqi, and like Ardyn with Ravus, he keeps it as a cell phone background. But he doesn’t tell Noctis, and he changes it every time they are together so Noctis doesn’t find out. Except one time he doesn’t change it, Noctis sees it and smiles and doesn’t say anything, and Loqi doesn’t change it again.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Noctis but it’s really bad and Loqi goes, “I don’t get it,” and Noctis just sort of sighs.

Who cooks dinner: See: The answer about breakfast

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Noctis, I think he’s a lot cleaner than everyone gives him credit for! But I also think if things end up messy, he throws out the ruined pans and just buys a new one hoping Ignis doesn’t notice (he does).

Who stays up until 2 reading: Loqi

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: They both do, while pretending not to. and pretending not to be asleep.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: See above.

THANKS @r3zuri NOW I SHIP IT :|||

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thehiddensemicolon · 7 years ago

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Kacchako Fanfic: New Prey Chapter 37

~~~ Unspoken Truths ~~~

He felt the other side of the bed leave again. Again he pretended to be asleep. And again he noticed that the time was around midnight.

Again

Again.. for the last month and a half already.

Again... He heard the whole story coming from her mouth. At first she told him she got called in this late at night. And now he was told that she was given a work schedule of the night time shifts. Night time shifts that didn't involve any huge villain interactions besides the usual car thieves and regular alley fights. That was work for lower class heroes from lower status hero agency. Not work for her. She is a graduate from UA High school for fucks sake, wanted from ten major top league hero agencies, this wasn't work for her.

She works the night shift and he works the day shift. He gets the big cases, the "wonder duo" has defeated and captured a handful of big case villains lately, the world is quickly accepting the new heroes from All Mights agency, hell the other day he could have sworn he saw a young group of boys wear Ground Zero brand shirts.

He began to think about the first time she told him she got called in from Todoroki. She said it was punishment for missing the villain case and not being there on time. Well if thats the fucken case then why the hell is Endeavor assigning her to low ass rating cases of capturing a petty thief who took a bag of damn chips.

The whole thing made absolutely no damn sense to him. And why the hell did she only work with Todoroki. He finally gave the icy turd some damn respect and now all of a sudden she only works with him. Hell even the damn zombie guy was getting some media attention.

Thats why Bakugou hated being alone at the middle of the night, noticing his fiancee leave to "work." He was alone with his damn thoughts. Trying to convince himself that he was having a bitch moment doubting everything good in his life.

Alone in his own mind, studying his little interactions with Ochako carefully. When he left for work earlier the other day, he opened the door and saw her looking for her keys not he other side. She didn't seem to be hiding anything, she didn't look unhappy. She smiled. She gave me a hug. She told me to have great day and yapped that she was going to make a "super awesome Uraraka original meal" for dinner. She gave me a kiss that day and smiled. She never made it home that day to make him dinner, instead worked overtime. But that was one of the few interactions they had and that was days ago.

To him, her actions didn't seem that she was unhappy with their relationship. Either he is overreacting like a damn nanny or she was a great actor as she is a hero.

Should he even be fucking considered of the worst case scenario? Hell if he is wrong then he knows for damn sure that he started an unnecessary argument with Ochako if he is wrong. No he is wrong. For the first time in his whole life, he tried to convince himself he was wrong, there is nothing wrong with the situation.

She is scheduled to have a day off today, just like him. But she got called into work again, just like her last day off. He was going to tell her to stop wasting her skill and potential on crappy cases of grand theft autos wannabes. She should tell her boss to give her the bigger cases with a different schedule. After all any agency would take Uravity in their agency in a heart beat and surely he knows that Endeavor must have some common sense in his thick head to at least know that she has other options if she isn't happy with her career at his agency.

His alarm went off. Crap. He wasted hours of precious sleep bitching.

He still had a couple hours before she was supposed to come home, he just hated spending his free time in bed, especially in a bed without his damn fiancee.

His phone went off, he was expecting to see a message from her not Kirishima, especially this early in the morning.

The red head sent him a link, probably another meme or damn nonsense.

Which is what is was wishing it was after what he saw was it was.

HOT NEWS?! Is Endeavor's new heroes the next POWER COUPLE?!

was the name of the web article he saw. Along with pictures of the "power couple" posing and a couple photos of them capturing a low life criminal. Some photos looked like they were a little too close but nothing alarming.

It disgusted him. This was obviously a poor attempt on Endeavors agency to try to rile the media up with this nonsense, they should fucking hire a better advertising team cause this is obviously bullshit.

Its a poor attempt on their end all right. Even though he knows its garbage, the media seems to be loving it. Which is bullshit. Ochako isn't a show girl. She should be getting attention from defeating villains, saving people, not given attention for being one of the two "power couple" this is ridiculous.

Kirishima texted: "What a load of lies huh?"

Bakugou responded with:"What a load of garbage is what it is."

After a couple hours of washing dishes and doing laundry Bakugou looked at the clock. 10 am. He doesn't start work until 12.

Uraraka should be back any time now.

The door bell rang.

"lost her keys huh." he said to himself.

But when he opened the door, he saw long black hair, instead of short brown hair.

"Eh? Who the hell are you?" he said

"Who am I? You know I was embarrassed to come here for silly answers, but you should at least have the decency to remember who I am." She said.

"Not a clue." He bluntly said.

she sighed and grabbed her hair to make it look like a pony tail.

"Eh pony tail? Why the hell are you here? Wait, how the fuck do you know where I live?" He asked.

"Its Momo in case you have forgotten my name for the handful of months its been since UA. I asked Jirou, who asked Kaminari to find out where you live to answer your question." Momo said.

He stared at her.

"Well now you are fucking here. So what the hell do you want." He said.

Momo looked down, looking rather unsure of herself.

"Am sorry I shouldn't have come here. Its a silly woman issue. Sorry for bothering you." She quickly said.

He stopped her.

"Really you came here just to tell me you are sorry for bothering me? Well right the hell now you are bothering me, why the fuck did you come here." He questioned.

She started to burn and felt very anxious.

"I just wanted to ask you.. if you are still in a relationship with Uraraka." She said.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" He yelled.

"Why the hell would you ask that!?" He said.

she remained quiet.

Something was wrong.

Taken back by this weird conversation, he decided not to be a total ass.

"Yes we are. Now why ask that stupid question." He said.

"Well.. Shouto.." she said.

Looking at his surroundings he decided this was a conversation should be inside.

"Come in already, before my neighbors think am sort of villain." He said.

She looked sad but nodded.

They were in the living room. Momo sat down, while Bakugou decided to stand up

"Shouto hasn't been really talking to me lately, I know this sounds like nothing but it is. He has been shoving me off by cancelling dates with strange excuses or just ignores me." She says.

"Well maybe he.." Bakugou was cut off.

"He keeps saying that he suddenly got called in to work the night time shift in the quietness area of the city, there isn't nearly as much villains there in the outskirt of the city. But the work that has been done lately is something an intern can do or another agency that typically do this type of work." She said.

"heh, you mean lower status agencies, D listed, there is a name for them you can just say it." He said.

"Yes you are right, D listed. I just don't calling an agency that it belittles them. Anyways, when we do meet up he never mentions his work. He doesn't rotate partners with the other man either. I just thought it was strange is all." She said.

"What are you really here for. You thinking that he is seeing Ochako or what, because how dare you accuse her of being a cheater." He stares her down.

She looks away.

"Say it." he coldly says.

"The other day when I was going to check on Shouto at his agency because I was worried for him, I overheard a conversation between him and his father." Tears started to fall.

Bakugou felt strange, the same feeling he had the other day, a gut feeling.

"Shouto told his father, "If I propose to her than it would ruin her engagement.".... and I know he isn't talking about me.. be..because am not engaged...and he has been avoiding me and having weird shifts out of the blue with his partner Uraraka." She cried.

Bakugou's eyes widened and took a step back... from his own fears?

"And.. and I began to walk away from the door, because I didn't want to look more pathetic than I already was by being caught, so I left. I went home and started thinking what did I do wrong? I thought what Shouto and I had going on our relationship was fine, I've even gave my.. and he just left me with nothing, not an explanation.. nothing." She sobbed.

Any respect Bakugou had for the hot and ice shit was gone. Sure Bakugou was an asshole, but he wasn't the kind of guy to have sex with a girl and dumb her with no reason what so ever. Was he trying to steal Ochako from him too. He actually trusted and told the asshole to watch over Ochako for him against villains. What the FUCK.

and Ochako?

his body fell down on the couch.

Momo looked up from the ground.

"No she fucking wouldn't." She heard him say to himself.

He looked so defeated and confused. She was shocked that he was letting her see him at this state.

"I thought something very similar lately, about the situation. But knew that it wasn't possible. Endeavor's agency is a.. its a joke.. assigning D level missions to A listed heroes at the middle of the fucking night and at the most peaceful part of the city, night after night and pictures on the internet of them working together." He said out loud.

"Then fucking daddy's boy riles you up, has sex with you and stops contacting you and in a conversation with Endeavor about proposing to her will ruin the engagement." He continued to say.

Momo looked sad.

"Our engagement?" He started to laugh.

"Of fucking course you thought about that asshole and Ochako. We are the only fucking ones engaged and they clearly have questionable work every fucking night. Who else could you have fucking thought of huh." He started to sound crazy.

"I really do hope that am wrong Bakugou, and am sorry for telling you this nonsense. I was only thinking of myself and now my information, which might now even be correct, can ruin your engagement. I really.. I really don't want to think that Shouto would do something like this, I really don't." She said.

He went turned on his phone and made a call.

"I tried called Shouto and Uraraka earlier and they didn't answer, thats why am here right now." Momo said.

"Deku listen to me and don't fucking say a word back to me while am talking. Go tell All Might and tell him that we are going to the fucking outskirt region of the damn city at the fucking night time shift today you hear me. Don't you dare question me just make it fucking happen. I'll see you the fuck later." He said controlling the level of his tone.

"Are you going to join the nerd and I on our shift tonight or what." He asks her.

She nods her head.

They heard keys jiggle outside.

"Stop crying!" He told Momo.

His heart started to wildly beat and it didn't feel right. Regardless of the truth of Momo's information and his own thoughts lately, he can't look at her right now, hell he can't be in the same room with her, not right now.

The door opened and Uraraka came in.

"Boy you will not believe the kind of day I had today or yesterday hard to tell lately but I-" Uraraka stopped talking as she saw that their was company in their apartment.

"Oh hi Momo what are you doing here?" She questioned.

"Um.. I." Momo didn't want her emotions to take over.

"We were just leaving right now." Bakugou said.

"Huh? Really well were too?" Uraraka asked.

He didn't respond to her.

"Hey are you alright?" she came closer to him. She faces his back as she places her hand to his shoulder.

But he moved his shoulder away from her touch.

She gasped while she watched Momo and her fiancé leave the apartment without a single word to her.

Everything is okay... just friends hanging out.. we are okay..

...Right?

She tried to convinced herself.

A/N

I decided to post this chapter today, I originally planned to post this maybe two week later, but I thought it was unfair of me to wait that long, especially since I always plan to post and end up late anyways. This chapter gave me the feels when I wrote it the other day. The story unfolds soon. Next time in Ochako's point of view of what happened during the last month and a half. Endeavor has tricks up his sleeve and just what the heck is going on in Shouto's mind.

#kacchako #katsuki bakugou #bakuraka #bakugou x uraraka #uraraka ochako #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #momo yaoyorozu #todoroki shouto #deku midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku

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leviachaan · 4 years ago

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Match-up

**Hi! Could I pls have a match-up? Could you pls also make this anonymous? I’m 5’1, female, long dark hair, Taurus and ISFJ. Introverted with extroverted qualities. Can be shy in crowds/meeting new people, generally good one to one and in general I can probably fake being social and carry out conversations well and seem confident even when my heart is racing. Can be awks and says a lot of random things. Tend to be very talkative and social with people I’m close to. I can get anxious and overwhelmed easily but wouldn’t ever give up and will persevere no matter the challenge. But because of that I do have trouble letting things go and can be a pretty big perfectionist. I try to be optimistic especially for others. The friend that people usually go to for advice and to give direction. I speak my mind but am careful of other peoples feeling. Empathetic and will stand up for others and support them. As a SO I’m very affectionate and romantic. I say I love you often (even to friends), saying when I feel it and will hug and kiss lots. I’m a very supportive SO and will do my best to make my SO happy and want the same in my SO. I’m silly and like to laugh and make others laugh so I want a SO I can have fun with and enjoy being around. I want a SO that is my best friend. I just want a loving supportive relationship where it truly feels like a partnership. I don’t date casually and would only date someone if I see it as a potentially for something serious. I like to start a relationship as friends first. I have a teasing personality and can be sassy so I might roast my SO teasingly but wouldn’t ever take it too far. I can be emotional and do cry easily but it’s because I care so much. Hobbies: singing, reading, fashion and playing video games. Thanks so much in advance and pls take ur time!

// you sound so much like me! I'm shook that we have so much in common. I'm sorry for the delay, studying has been taking over all of my time ;-;

I ship you with... Leviathan!

As an introvert, you would be able to understand his feelings and tendency to self-isolate himself and not judge him.

At first, he would be the casual Levi we know and love. Your extroverted qualities would overwhelm him and make him believe you are just a loud normie.

However, once he caught up on your shyness and discomfort when dealing with big crouds, he couldn't help but see himself in you.

Eventually, the otaku boi would find himself strangely curious about you. He would put on his big boi pants and slowly start to text you more and more.

If you are into memes, you would get spammed with them all day (with occasional wholesome memes that he definitely sent *accidentally*)

You being able to socialise and carry out conversations would encourage him to slowly break out of his shell and break the awkardness that could appear between you two. Once the ice is broken, he will like act like an excited puppy.

Your determination and perseverance would fascinate him. Every time you talked about an achievement of yours or your mindset about a certain topic, his heart would beat like a drum against his chest.

He would brag about you to literally any living thing possible. Online friends, brothers, Henry, Lotan, his Ruri-chan pillow, anyone. He feels like he doesn't deserve you, but he so so happy you chose him.

Be prepared for a l o t of occasional bursts of him rambling about his favourite games or anime. He wouldn't realise it at first, but he feels so safe and comfortable around you, he can't help it.

Especially if you encourage him to keep talking, he will never stop. The brothers won't be happy about that.

Once you told him that you are interested in videogames, o h b o y, you will be practically dragged to his room or being raised like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder while he kidnaps you or as he calls "Needing his player two for a co-op mission".

But the truth is, he just wants to spend as much time with you as he can.

Levi often has some emotional breakdowns where his own horrible self-esteem crushes down on him.

He was so hesitant in opening up to you at first. You are the only person to genuinely care about him and try to forge a friendship/relationship with him, he couldn't lose you.

However, once you managed to make him sit his stubborn bum down and talk to you, the words came flowing out like a river. Prepare yourself for some frustrated tears as well.

He would despise himself for looking so weak and pathetic in front of you, but once he looked up to see your caring eyes staring back at him affectionately, whispering out soft words of comfort to him, he forgot about all of his problems in 0.2 seconds.

Plus, he gets hugs from you so that's a win-win, even if he looks like a burnt tomato.

You are optimistic and he r e a l l y needs someone like you to remind him the good side of things. Soft kisses as a reward really help.

He's incredibly shy at first and will blush really hard if you as much as stay in the same room as him. *Insert why are you running meme every time you come near him*

The first time you hug him, his heart will literally combust. Someone as precious as you, hugging a yucky otaku like him????

He will try to deny your affection at first like "This is one of your normie tactics, isn't it??" "U g h that's such a normie move" while he is profusely blushing and wishing for you to never let him go. He knows he just told you to get off him, but please keep holding him.

Eventually, he will start being more accepting of your physical love and crave it more and more.

You want your SO to be your best friend?? He's your demon! This man has loyalty written all over him.

You were his best friend from the single moment you actually made a reference to TSL with him as the Lord of Shadow and you as Henry. Low-key wanted to marry you right there and then, but he controlled himself.

He's also great meme material and will try to make you laugh all the time. Your laugh will make his heart flutter and can't help the pride swelling in him by making someone like you happy.

He might not be the best in comforting people, because of his lack of social skills, but he will do his absolute best to cheer you up by offering to play games with you, watch a movie or let you take it all out while he lovingly rubs your back. He's a great listener, especially for you.

If you sing for him, he will be s w o o n e d.

He will literally stare at you wide eyed while screaming internally. His heart wasn't ready for this. Leviachan.exe has stopped working.

He would be too shy to admit it, but he would secretly record you one day as you were singing to him and listen to it every time he missed you or he was feeling down.

He would definitely record you saying "I love you" to him and keep it on his phone with 923792 passwords to gain access to it.

Your voice would be so soothing to him, almost like a lullaby.

Definitely put a cover of yours as his ringtone and ends up not answering his phone just to hear the melody.

I hope you like it! Thank you for the request 💖

#obey me #obey me matchups #submission

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siixkiing · 2 years ago

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😘 ( on the cheek. Gotta give dad some affection.

☯ It’s international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse. ☯

"Hee, you're too sweet and kind to this old monkey."

He couldn't help tease, having not expected the display of affection he received from his daughter. It was always something that warmed his heart and soul when she did — treasuring each one like it was something so sacred. Knowing it wasn't easy for the young woman sometimes to be around him, still working through her trauma slowly but surely. Each step a monumental achievement.

This was one such moment, the golden king reaching out with such delicacy and care one would think he was reaching for something made of the finest glass — like the simplest touch would shatter it. Treating her with the utmost care, wanting her to know through his actions how much he loved and adored her. That he would not treat her so callously like another had. No, he would sooner give up all his immortality than do that to his dearest daughter. Letting his hands rest against either side of her face, bringing her closer — a kiss pressed to her noise in a playful manner as another is pressed into her forehead with warmth. Pressing his soon against it, soft purring building inside his chest.

"You're so sweet I could just eat you up — "

" — I love you my dearest daughter and brightest shining light."

#Here Comes Monkey King | IC {Sun Wukong}#sxnsetqueen #ask #answered #It’s international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse Ask Meme #HAVE SOME FATHER-DAUGHTER MOMENTS BETWEEN CHAO-XING AND WUKONG~#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH TT^TT #THAT IS HIS BABY LADIES AND GENTS; HE WILL DESTROY YOU TO KEEP HIS BABY GIRL SAFE #EVEN IF SHE DOESN'T NEED HIM TO PROTECT HER THAT OFTEN HE WILL. HIS DAUGHTER WHOMST HE LOVES.#HOPE YOU LIKE THIS TEM~

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emma-trevelyan · 8 years ago

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Daichi Rare Pair Week Day 2: Modern Fantasy

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi/Azumane Asahi Prompt: Stars/Memes/Modern Fantasy AU Rating: G Ao3

Daichi had only been an official dragon tamer and breeder for about five or six years, but he grew up around dragons. Sawamura dragons were bred to be champions, companions, athletes, and hunters, depending on the customer’s desires, almost since the era of Tokugawa. He’d continued that fine tradition after college, and now he was sought after. It filled him with a sense of pride when he’d get an email from an old customer about a dragon of his taking Best in Show, or winning an athletic competition, or being successfully integrated into a loving family.

Of course, not all of them could be success stories. Cupcake, named by his very young niece, had been born small. Most baby dragons displayed breath weapons and limb control as hatchlings, but Cupcake didn’t. The mother didn’t want anything to do with him, and if it had been the wild, Cupcake would have been left for dead. But Daichi, ever the softie, had refused to leave him behind. He’d hand-raised Cupcake, raising him essentially as his own. It was hard, but Daichi didn’t regret it for a minute. For one, Cupcake--though maybe on the touched side--was a great dragon: loyal, trustworthy, silly, and sweet. He was goofy and mischievous, and very high-maintenance, but in the end, he was Daichi’s most favorite of companions.

Well, that and Cupcake’s medical needs meant he got to see the cute vet in town at least once a month.

Azumane’s Magical Creature Clinic was by far one of the better animal hospitals around. Daichi’s best friend, Suga, didn’t trust his prized champion unicorns to just anyone, and he swore by Azumane’s. Daichi had started going to him early in his career, and he never once regretted it. Dr. Azumane was attentive, sweet, gentle, and caring. Even some of Daichi’s most difficult cases had rolled over and showed their belly for the man. Daichi had always thought he was cute, in that Jesus Jones, punk-rock-in-a-pink-sweater sort of a way. But the frequency of his visits for Cupcake had caused something new and totally foreign to bloom in Daichi’s chest.

A crush.

After months of flirting back and forth, pathetic pining, and half-hearted “what-ifs,” by some miracle, Asahi asked Daichi out to coffee. He’d been so tentative and sweet… how could he not be weak? How could he say no?

The first coffee date had been alright… the second had been better. For the third? Asahi actually invited Daichi to his house, which was terrifying. He even invited Cupcake to come with, and Daichi took him up, if only because Cupcake made a hell of a buffer. Daichi agonized over what to wear (even if it was just a stay-at-home date) and cried internally because his whole truck smelled like dragon breath, but there wasn’t much he could do about that.

Asahi’s house was… not what Daichi had expected. It wasn’t so much the traditional structure in a somewhat rural area about 20 minutes outside of town--that wasn’t anything unexpected--but the land. It was mostly dominated by a huge pasture, a small herd of unicorns sunning themselves in the grass. A herd of pegasi were splashing around in a small pond, while a pair of hippogriffs observed and judged from the shade. A small group of dire wolves watched him and Cupcake come up the walkway, but didn’t move from their spot under a gorgeous sakura tree--it must have been enchanted, if it was still bright pink in the early fall. Cupcake took it all in, happily bounding around Daichi’s feet at all the new friends he could make, until the unicorns decided to stampede to the fence at the edge of the walkway to investigate. Then he froze. Daichi laughed, nudging Cupcake’s rear end with his foot.

“I am not carrying you; you have to learn to walk past the unicorns,” he chuckled. “Come on, you big chicken.”

“I actually think dragons are descended from lizards and wyrms, not chickens, but what do I know?”

Daichi froze at the voice behind him; he hadn’t expected Asahi to meet him outside, sweaty from whatever work he was doing. Daichi was used to his work clothes with his dorky lab coat; he wasn’t used to the thin t-shirt with the sleeves rolled, or the battered jeans splattered with mud. He also wasn’t used to the easy grin on his handsome face. Daichi felt his stomach do somersaults at the sight.

“Is he still afraid of the unicorns?” Asahi asked, reaching down to scratch Cupcake at the fleshy part behind his horns.

“He’s weird,” Daichi responded. “And a big chicken.”

“He’s not weird, he’s special,” Asahi cooed, getting Cupcake’s attention to scratch him under the jaw. “And it’s natural--unicorns and small dragons like him are natural enemies in the wild.”

“I still think he’s weird,” Daichi deadpanned. “But he’s my weirdo, so what can you do but love them?”

“Man after my own heart,” Asahi teased.

Daichi didn’t have time to be embarrassed or flustered by the statement, because suddenly and out of nowhere, Duchess appeared. Duchess was Asahi’s blink cat--a perfectly normal housecat whose ink-black fur glowed with a constantly moving pattern of stars and constellations that just happened to be able to teleport at will--and she and Cupcake had met at Asahi’s office. They had become instant frenemies, as Cupcake loved to chase her and Duchess loved to tease him. She reached up with her little, round paw, papped Cupcake right on the nose, and bounded gracefully across the unicorn pasture. Cupcake, his previous fear forgotten, took off after her like a bat out of hell, all gangly limbs and excitedly-waving tail.

“Are they going to be alright?” Daichi asked, trying to contain his laughter as he watched his dragon try (and fail) to capture the furry menace.

Asahi was laughing hard--a full-blown belly laugh that sent tingles to Daichi’s toes--as he watched the shenanigans unfold; “They should be fine. I have wards in place, and everyone here is pretty gentle. Want to come inside for a drink?”

Daichi grinned, nodding and following Asahi into his house. If the outside was totally populated by magical animals, the inside was almost overwhelmed with magical plants. Daichi couldn't even name any of them, except the Creeper Vine, which greeted Asahi by rubbing lovingly against his hand. A group of white flowers jingled like real bells when they entered the kitchen, and a pink blossom larger than his head opened wide and tilted towards him when he opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of barley tea.

“Do you take care of plants, too?” Daichi asked, peering into a cage and grinning at a songbird that sounded like a flute when it greeted him.

“No, animals are more my forte. The plants are Ushijima’s,” Asahi replied, pouring drinks into tall glasses of ice. Daichi’s question must have been on his face, because Asahi just smiled indulgently. “My roommate. He’s an alchemist and herbalist.”

“Ah,” Daichi said. “So is he… here? Can we expect him back any time soon?”

“No,” Asahi answered, sitting across from Daichi with his drinks and snacks. Daichi immediately grabbed the glass of tea, if only for something to do with his hands. “I told him I was having my...person over, and he went to his girlfriend’s house for the weekend. Oh, wait, he proposed last week… Hana’s his fiancee now.”

“Person?” Daichi asked, trying not to sound too disappointed. “Is that what I am to you?”

Asahi sighed, running his hand through his hair; “Honestly, I’m not sure what you are to me. You’re really special to me, Daichi, and I really like you. It’s just…”

Daichi swallowed hard, trying to remember how to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Right; “Just… what?”

“I had a really good time with you last week,” Asahi said in a smile voice… heartbreakingly small. “But I haven’t dated in a long time. And I’ve never liked anyone like I like you, Daichi. You’re special to me. And if you just want to be friends, I get it. But I want… I want something more out of this than just your friendship.”

Daichi tried to stem the flow of giddy happiness--he felt like a schoolboy, and he was certainly flushed like one, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was smile from ear to ear; “I want that too.”

“Really?” Asahi asked, looking up from his hands with such hope in his eyes, it almost ached. His smile was so sweet and tentative and rosy it knocked Daichi for a bit of a loop. “You mean that?”

“Asahi, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” Daichi replied, reaching across the table to take Asahi’s hand. He didn’t pull away, so Daichi responded by tightening his grip. “I really like you. A lot. I think you’re gorgeous and interesting and sweet… I’d like to be… well, whatever you want me to be, but I’m hoping ‘boyfriend’ is on the list of possibilities?”

Asahi grinned back, intertwining their fingers; “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Then will you be my boyfriend, Azumane Asahi?”

Daichi almost cringed--it sounded so formal and stiff, but Asahi’s sunny smile was enough to stave off the embarrassment; “Yeah. Most definitely.”

Daichi would really like to have kissed Asahi in that moment. And he would have. But sadly, Cupcake and Duchess chose that moment to come barrelling into the kitchen, skidding on the hardwood and nearly crashing into the table. Duchess teleported somewhere, leaving Cupcake tangled in chairs and making pathetic howling noises from under the table.

“It serves you right for ruining the moment, you big goof,” Daichi growled, nudging Cupcake with his foot.

“He didn’t mean it, Daichi,” Asahi said softly, pressing a kiss to Daichi’s knuckle. “And another moment will come. Maybe sooner than you think.”

#sawamura daichi #azumane asahi #daichirarepairweek #asadai #modern fantasy au #here there be dragons #the blink cat is hanna's brainchild #of course i gave ushihana a cameo because I am trash

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wdova · 4 years ago

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@visionhe asked:😘 It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse.

“YOU TALK WEIRD, YOU KNOW.“ it’s not a bad thing, like he knows humanity and he knows how humans work and yet, still tries to understand them. she is still fresh out of the red room herself, and perhaps, understanding how things work was also something she was working out. she takes on a moment to think it all through, before a hand moves over the nape of his neck and pull him down ( why is even the synthezoid that tall? ) and press her lips to his own. it’s gentle, too tender for the widow’s usual force before she pulls away. “I like it.“

#visionhe #international kissing day meme ; ic answers.#( listen i say what i say she thinks vision is cool and cute )

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mrsleopoldfitz · 8 years ago

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Stories

Finally got around to updating my stories page here so it has everything that I have over at Ao3. Stories below the cut, and yes, it’s all FitzSimmons related.

“Five Times” Series:

Five Times Fitz Would Have, and One Time He Did - Teen

Five times Fitz would have acted on his feelings, or wishes he’d acted differently, and one where he finally takes the plunge.

Five Times Simmons Wished He’d Make a Move, and One Time She Did - Teen

Simmons’ POV from “Five Times Fitz Would Have, and One Time He Did”

Five Times Interlude: Christmas Eve - Mature

Picks up right after the first two parts of the “Five Times” series. Fitz follows Jemma into her bunk. Sex ensues.

Five Times FitzSimmons Were Nearly Caught, and One Time They Were - Explicit

Final installment of the “Five Times” Series. Five times FitzSimmons were nearly caught in their new romantic relationship, and one time they definitely were. NSFW.

Five Times Interlude: Aggression - Explicit

Fitz and Simmons fight about his being stubborn. Smut ensues.

"Hour by Hour" Series:

High School (Non-Academy) FitzSimmons AU

3 a.m. - Teen

When opportunity knocks - or climbs a trellis - you answer. Or, at least you do if you're Jemma Simmons.

4 p.m. - Teen

In which Fitz' time in detention takes a far more interesting turn.

10 a.m. - Teen

Hunter and Bobbi call Fitz on what he's been up to after hours.

7 a.m. - Teen

Fitz and Jemma's morning after.

9 a.m. - Teen

Daisy outs Jemma's secret to their classmates - and her boyfriend.

8 p.m. - General

Fitz and Jemma's first official date.

5 a.m. - General

Jemma gets ready to face the day.

Academy FitzSimmons Song Fic Series:

Alone With You - Mature

No matter how often he tells himself he needs to stop, Leo Fitz just can’t bring himself to say no to Jemma Simmons.

Give Me Love - Mature

Follow up to “Alone With You.” Jemma realizes she’s made a mistake. Hopefully she can fix it, before it’s too late.

“Two Blue Lines” Series

Dublin - Mature

I wrote this forever ago, but never posted it here. Set after The Well. After several close calls, FitzSimmons try to work out some of their frustrations in the hotel bar… that is, until a preferable option presents itself.

Leopold - Teen

She doesn’t do it often, but sometimes, Jemma Simmons has to use her boyfriend’s full name. This is one of those times.

Two Blue Lines - General

FitzSimmons deal with Jemma’s declaration in “Leopold.”

Longer Stories:

180 Days (WIP) - Teen

Leo Fitz had never planned on being a high school teacher, but here he is. Now his only goal is to survive the next 10 months, but with his flat mate's girlfriend working in the same building, and an incredibly cute colleague across the hall, that may prove to be more difficult than he'd ever imagined.

Meme Responses:

Tropes

One Shots:

A Chat - General

A chat between friends. Standalone drabble, with implied UST FitzSimmons.

Comfort - Teen

In the near future, Fitz returns from mission banged up. Jemma takes care of him.

Coping - General

My take on what was going on with Fitz and Simmons early in Season 2, right after Jemma returned to the team.

Duplicity - Teen

As long as she isn’t asked to speak too often, Jemma can manage being at least a bit duplicitous.

Gravity - General

Sometimes gravity does more than hold one in place.

Girl Talk - General

A semi-trashy movie, some beer, and some female bonding all adds up for a rather unusual safe word.

Hands - Teen

Jemma finds herself distracted and lost in thought.

His - General

After a one-night stand, Jemma finds out she’s pregnant. Plot twist: Leo Fitz isn’t the father.

I’m Already There - General

Fitz struggles with the ramifications of Jemma leaving. Early season 2. One-shot.

Orbit - General

Some things are meant to maintain their orbit.

Prettiest - General

Fitz’ internal monologue after he hears the Asgardian call Jemma pretty.

Ritual - General

While Fitz lies in a coma, Jemma ponders their relationship and what exactly he means to her.

Strictly Business - Mature

Leo Fitz' company is in trouble, thanks to a friend-turned-foe. The last thing he needs is a doe-eyed Englishwoman trying to buy the lot, or so he believes... until he meets Jemma Simmons.

Tango - Mature

It was meant to be a black and white only affair.

Of course, she’d worn red.

Witness - General

Fitz has been trained to observe and learn. Unfortunately, some truths he’s learned too late.

Originally written before the season one finale, so it’s not quite canon-compliant, but I wanted to post it here, as well as to tumblr.

Written with engineerleopoldfitz

dom!Fitz Series

For Science – Explicit

After overhearing something she shouldn’t have, Jemma begs Fitz for a favor. He agrees, but only on his terms.

Safe Word – Explicit

Jemma Simmons has always been an overachiever. But what happens when she fails to follow Fitz’ rules?

(AKA: By popular demand, we wrote a story about Fitz’ toy collection as mentioned in For Science.)

Off Limits – Mature

Sometimes Jemma needs something other than playtime. Maybe they both do.

Indecent Exposure – Explicit

SHIELD really needs to stop making their awards banquets mandatory. Genius level scientists like FitzSimmons can surely find something to keep them from getting too bored?

Stand Alone Stories

An Altruistic Endeavor - Mature

“You know, Fitz, I’d be happy to help with that. I mean if you wanted. A favor between friends, that’s all.”

What do you do when your best friend offers to help you lose your virginity?

Another Door Opens – Mature

Leo Fitz is used to being on his own. After cutting his ties in Scotland during Uni and now tied up with his Master’s research, he doesn’t have time for friends or relationships outside the fleeting ones he finds for himself in London’s clubs.

Jemma Simmons is the daughter of society darlings. And yet, she’s chosen medicine as her profession, possibly the youngest resident ever at London Bridge Hospital.

A chance encounter brings them into each other’s lives, and while they both desperately needed a true friend… Everything is bound to change.

Cost of Repairs – Teen

Fix-it fic, because I think we’re all a bit tired of the Science Babies not communicating.

Fitz gets himself sliced up on a mission, but doesn’t wait for Jemma to patch him up. She tracks him down in his bunk - the long awaited talk ensues.

The First of Many – Teen

We were challenged to write something with no angst. None. At all. (It’s like y'all know how much we like to torment the Science Babies in our AU’s!)

So here we go… a SciOps era AU of FitzSimmons’ first date.

Letters – Teen

After a date goes terribly wrong, Jemma turns to Fitz to try and find solid ground again.

~*~

This is an old thread that somehow never made it onto AO3. For those of you who were following stories on my Threads page on Tumblr, you know this story as ‘Letters (AU)’. I’ve dropped the AU from the title since this has become our official head canon for this particular verse. The ‘original’ Letters will be edited and posted under a different title later on with a disclaimer, so people don’t think it’s an entirely new story.

On Thin Ice – General

Up late one night, two best friends find each other once more.

Vicissitude – Teen

Six months ago, Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons fled the life they’d always dreamed of in order to save their lives. Living hand-to-mouth on the streets of New York, their past comes back to haunt them, sending them on a collision course with Castle, Beckett, and the rest of the team at the 12th Precinct.

You’ve Got Science – Teen

Fitz never found that clever thing to say to Simmons, and a decade later, they’re both still struggling with their regrets and an imploded partnership. A story of anonymous messages, miscommunicating science babies, meddling best friends, and perhaps a much-needed reconciliation.

With BraveJem

Repurpose Verse

Repurpose – Teen

When men invade the Bus and demand Simmons work for them, she must make an unspeakable decision, one that will change both her and Fitz forever.

Stasis – Mature

Set after the events of “Repurpose.”

Fitz has to go on living without Simmons. For the first time in his life, he fails.

Stand Alone Stories

Anomalous - General

After running an experiment at an inopportune time, Leo Fitz knocks himself out… and wakes up in an entirely different timeline. One where he and Jemma are partners in more ways than one.

Kiss – General

Set during season 1. Fitz walks into the lab and sees something he certainly never hoped - or wanted - to see.

La liaison parisienne - Explicit

After ages of dancing around each other, both Fitz and Jemma are on the verge of giving up. In a bid to help their friends, Ward and Skye take them out separately in the hopes of taking their minds off the state of things. However, when they end up in the same Parisian bar - and a little liquid courage is thrown into the mix - their evening takes an entirely unexpected turn.

#fitzsimmons #fstag #leo fitz #jemma simmons #fanfiction #katie writes things

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sagemcd-blog · 6 years ago

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Oh, Riley: Pt. 1

“Summers!”

Her eyes jolted awake, clear surprise written on her face. Yet there was a hint of grogginess in the way her eyes moved and the slacking of her jaw that made her look like a dumb character from a comedy kids’ cartoon.

She heard snickers then a click which she assumes was the shutter sound of a camera.

“Where am I, who am I?” She thought to herself. And she could only smack herself when she realized that she had slept in class. Again.

Fear crept up to her as she looked up at her English Literature lecturer who was glaring down at her, ears fuming red and eyes formed into thin slits. Just like a dragon.

“Miss, I—“

“Out!” And she closed her mouth. She had her head down the entire time she gathered all her stuff, hearing a couple snickers each time one of her pens would fall to the floor, creating a loud clinking sound as it collided with the tiled floor. All her fingers and toes wouldn’t be enough if she counted how many times she wished for the ground to crack open and pull her away from that scene.

“Kicked out again?” The security guard asked her, offering her a canned drink. She grabbed the can from the young guard and hissed, the drink burning her throat in a way that is discomforting yet pleasing. She nodded in response to the question thrown at her, receiving a chuckle.

The 24 year old security guard had been her company every time she got kicked out from her classes, either by sleeping or not paying attention. The girl had a lot of things on her mind. Most of the stuff she thinks about are about as useless as the existence of the additional two years applied to the learning system.

She chatted with the guard until it was dismissal, excusing herself for detention. It’s a surprise that her parents still haven’t visited the guidance counsellor’s office with the tallies of visits she’s been collecting for two school years.

“Will I even have a week where I don’t get kicked out from class?” And it’s just the start of the week, Monday.

The detention room’s door creaked open and revealed four other people. There was one student who she did not expect to be there, hands and eyes focused on a notebook, next to her was an empty seat. The white-haired transferee was a quiet kid and quite intimidating, her classmates would say. Maybe that’s why no one sat next to her. She immediately tore her eyes away from her subject of interest when the said subject raised her head, probably felt that she was being stared at.

Most of the seats were occupied by stacks of papers and other students in detention, leaving her no other choice but to sit next to the transferee. The sweet, intoxicating scent of a certain cologne that she liked registered to her senses, her eyes threatening to close to relish in the comfort it gave her but she fought it off, determined to save herself from the stares they’d be giving her if she was caught doing it.

The scent came from the transferee, she concluded and decided not to look at the latter’s way, afraid that she might ask where she bought the cologne and annoy the other girl. But after twenty minutes into sitting down and doing nothing, her nerves were starting to get restless. Soon, her eyes were travelling everywhere, desperate to find something interesting so she wouldn’t die of boredom and frustration.

“Why can’t I get lost in my own world when I’m not in class doing something important?” She grumbled to herself, her teeth sinking down on her bottom lip.

Just then, she heard the creaking of the door and made the mistake (?) of turning her head to the door’s direction but instead making eye contact with the white haired girl who surprisingly, was staring at her.

She returned the stare subconsciously, feeling herself getting pulled into the girl’s blue eyes. So cold... Yet so warm. The blue turned into a mix of lavender and strawberries, white dots scattered randomly. Then a black dot. She felt a shiver run up her spine and that was all she needed to smash herself back to reality. They were still staring at each other in silence, the only sound accompanying it was the constant soft whirring of the ceiling fan and the taps on one of the students’ phone. Wait a second— phones were not allowed in detention!

“Summers!”

Her body jolted in response, head turning to the owner of the voice: her Calculus lecturer. She face palmed internally. She was daydreaming. Again. And she’s getting kicked out. Again.

“Get out of my class!” Her Calculus teacher was usually calm and collected but today was one of those days, that day of the month when she can’t tolerate anything that she found annoying. And irritating. And anything that just made her blood boil.

She got out of the classroom but not before tripping twice on the way out. No wonder she’s called the meme source of their school.

She decided to just walk to the detention room instead of going to the guardhouse. She only had ten minutes before dismissal. Aside from the guardhouse, the only place where she was welcome was the detention room.

Will she see the girl this time, though? Even with hours— days of denial, she knew she’d been rather excited to be kicked out for detention in hopes to meet the transferee again. She knew she wanted to see her again. She wanted to stare at those cold, blue eyes even when it felt like being drowned then resuscitated again and again. It had been four nights since she had a peaceful sleep. It had been four nights since Monday.

She could just ask around if they knew the girl but her classmates aren’t the type of people who would talk to the laughing stock of the school, unless they’re required to. The girl was quite famous but none of the people whom she’d eavesdropped on mentioned a name, just “the transferee”. But she knew they were talking about her when they said she had white hair and a hypnotising pair of eyes.

Based from the information she got from listening to other people’s conversations whilst pretending to be ‘doing something definitely not weird’, she gathered that the girl was one of those students who received high marks even without listening to the lecturer. She wondered if the girl was as straight as her straight A’s: she hoped she wasn’t. More so, her information said that she’s a punctual student. It was a mystery to her how the girl ended up in detention on her first day of school.

So imagine Riley’s surprise (and delight) when her eyes spotted a head of white tresses on the same seat she’d seen her four days ago. She tried (and failed) to hide her excitement as she walked to the seat farthest from the girl, scared that the stranger might know what she’s thinking of if she sat next to her again.

She glanced around the room in an attempt to look like she wasn’t nervous at all. She wished she didn’t notice how the other chairs were empty and how they’re the only ones in detention that day.

Maybe they’re just running late, she convinces herself. But who runs late on detention?

Ten minutes has already passed. Still no sign of the other students that kept her company for the past four days. Of course, who would not want to miss detention? She was stuck with the transferee she’s been thinking of for more than four days and she doesn’t know how to act.

“What’s your name?”

Her head snapped to the girl. Was she really asking Riley Summers’s name, the laughingstock of the school? She must be imagining things. Right, she must be.

Except she wasn’t. The girl stared at her intently, still waiting for an answer. Then their eyes connected. There it is again. This time, Riley saw a river in those eyes. It was raining, she couldn’t hear the pit-a-pat of raindrops as they fell but they could clearly see them. It calmed her, as if she was staring at them from a window inside. Then she was pulled back to reality, rather harshly.

Her hand automatically went to her forehead, rubbing on it in an attempt to soothe the sting. She couldn’t believe it, did this girl just flick her forehead?

Riley’s eyes were wide in shock while the other’s was formed into crescents smiling in sheer amusement, a series of apologies continuously coming out of her pink lips. “They look soft… shit.” Her mind said. Riley was certainly gay for the blue-eyed girl.

“I am so sorry, you just stopped breathing and just stared into nothing, I didn’t know what else to do—“

“So you thought the best thing to do was to hit my forehead? With a bloody ruler?” Her voice was suddenly high pitched and there was nothing making sense at all. But did she really forget how to breathe?

“Then how was I supposed to make you breathe?” The girl’s voice mirrored her pitch, a panicked expression on her face.

“I don’t know, you ever heard of CPR?”

Silence.

“What did I just say?” She asked no one in particular, her cheeks were now tinged with pink and her hands resting on her lap.

“You just invited me to kiss you.” The girl blurted out. Riley looked at her, an incredulous look in her already wide eyes.

“I did not say that!”

“I was joking! Calm down!”

It was funny, the way they started talking. They sat in silence after that, the white-haired girl being the first one to break the ice, engaging herself into a conversation with the girl she just hit moments ago.

“You girls are free to go.” Mrs Kent announced to them, entering the room carrying a few more weight on her eye bags and a stack of papers with her. Then she turned to Riley, who was stopped mid sentence while talking about her cat, Paw. “You should really consider getting a break from visiting detention, Riley.” The latter only smiled sheepishly, a tinge of pink showing on her cheeks.

“Your name’s Riley?” The white-haired girl asked her, shock painted in her eyes. “I thought your name was Summer!”

“Well, now you know.” She flashed a smile towards her, “Riley. Riley Summers.”

“Lake Ryder.”

Riley laughed at her and the realization that they still didn’t introduce each other after forty minutes of talking just about anything. She didn’t even notice it was time to go. Lake sure was a great company.

They walked to the campus entrance side by side, chatting about school clubs.

“Well, my ride’s here.” Lake muttered. Riley couldn’t deny the disappointment that she had to end her conversation with the girl already and she still had two days before Monday.

Even so, she managed to give her a sincere smile and just opted to wait for next week. “Get home safe.”

The latter only smiled at her. As she was about to turn around and head to the opposite direction, her movements were halted by the latter.

“Wait,” Lake said, holding on to her wrist, “do you ever have time after classes?”

She could only nod.

“Um. Yeah, here.” Only then she noticed the small strip of paper that Lake has been holding the whole time, a series of numbers scribbled neatly on it. Riley never took the latter as the blushing type but what she witnessed just proved her wrong.

“And about you forgetting to breathe,” she paused, “I’ll remember to give you that CPR.”

She watched as the girl practically ran to her ride’s car after kissing her goodbye on the cheek and whispering that she’ll be expecting her text later.

She stood there dumbfounded. Her delicate fingers found its way to her pink cheeks, her jaw slightly ajar.

She couldn’t help but ask herself, “What just happened?”

—tbc

#youth romance #soft lesbians kind of #gxg #awkward girl meets really pretty girl #i write

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foundcarcosa · 8 years ago

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clxxxii.

What star sign is the last person you text messaged? >> Libra.

How did you feel when you woke up today? >> Strange, because I’d been waking up on and off all morning and it was 1p and I couldn’t understand why I kept falling back to sleep. I think Sparrow’s night-shift schedule is messing with my internal clock, because my mind expects certain things to happen pattern-wise and those things are different now, and it hasn’t adapted yet.

Do you know what the person you have feelings for is doing at this moment? >> *fart noises*

When was the last time you had an alcoholic drink? >> Last night.

Who was the last person to make you cry with laughter? >> I don’t know.

Who was the last person you talked about sex/relationships with? >> People on a Discord server.

How do you feel about answering sexual questions when filling in surveys? >> I don’t have any feelings about it. It’s like answering any other kind of question.

Who was the last person you Facebook messaged? >> Swatts.

Are they in a relationship? >> Yeah.

Which would annoy you more - a one-word response, or a long paragraph? >> My annoyance is usually based on how much energy I have for a social interaction, not on the length of the message or even the person who messaged me.

What first attracted you to the last person you kissed? >> I don’t remember, now.

Is there anything you would like to tell someone? >> No.

How many months until it’s your birthday? >> Two.

How old will you be? >> Thirty.

Have you felt your heart racing today? >> Yes.

In your phone, who is the first contact listed under ‘R’? >> I don’t have one under R.

How did you meet him/her? >> ---

Who introduced you to the person you have feelings for? >> *blows raspberry*

How many brothers does your father have? >> Uh... two, I think.

How old is your oldest friend? >> 40-something.

Have you ever had a crush on someone several years older than yourself? >> Yes.

Does your best friend have any tattoos? >> Can-Calah is a living tattoo at this point.

Do you still speak to your first love? >> Whomst?

What if the last person you kissed, accused you of no longer wanting them? >> “Wanting” would be a strange verb to use, so I’d probably just look at her like she’s suddenly sprouted nine heads.

If you find out someone’s been talking about you, do you confront them? >> Not necessarily. Most of the time I can’t see the point of confronting someone for something like that. And sometimes I’m just feeling salty so I do it anyway.

Do you think you act older or younger than your actual age? >> I don’t know what it means to act a certain age.

What’s the nicest meal you’ve ever eaten? >> Meh.

Do you ever do iPod shuffle surveys? >> Not unless the questions are about the songs themselves.

Do you ever do ‘Top Friend’ surveys? >> No.

If you could relive any day in the past year, what day would it be? >> I have no desire to do that.

Would you rather date someone taller or shorter than you? >> I literally don’t give a fuck. (Anyway, everyone’s the same height in the bed--)

Have you ever become friends with someone you at one point hated? >> No, but people who’ve claimed to hate or dislike me have tried to befriend me later.

Does is make you uncomfortable when people compliment you? >> No.

Do you have a favorite t-shirt? >> No, just some I wear more than others. Although my blue Doctor Strange tee does seem to be a favourite lately.

Shot of whiskey, or a bottle of Smirnoff? >> I’ll pass on both. Unless it’s Smirnoff Ice, then maybe.

Would you consider yourself an adventurous person? >> In some respects.

Have you ever snuggled with someone you weren’t dating? >> Yes.

What were you doing at 11 pm last night? >> Scrolling tumblr, drinking wine, and talking on Discord.

How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking? >> Rather often.

Are you doing this because you’re bored? >> No.

Would you consider yourself heartless? >> No.

Do you ever wish you were the opposite sex? >> Not seriously.

If you could go on ONE DATE with any celebrity, who would it be? >> I wanted that date with Idris Elba. I think it would have been fun as hell.

Have you ever been afraid of being underwater? >> Of course, seeing as I can’t swim.

Would you ever scuba dive in shark infested waters if you had the chance? >> Eh....

If you woke up and no one was home, would you wonder where everyone is? >> Well, yeah, but only briefly. It wouldn’t be difficult to figure out.

Have you ever been drunk at work? >> No.

Have you ever hit a parked car with your car? >> ---

If you just drank 15 beers, what would you be doing? >> Okay, there’s no way I’m drinking fifteen beers in succession.

What would you do if your girlfriend or boyfriend didn’t like your friends? >> I wouldn’t do anything. They’re not required to all like each other.

Have you ever slept on the floor with someone you like? >> Yes.

Have you ever woken up next to someone and were freaked out? >> No.

Would you take a road trip with your friends? >> Yes.

Which do you prefer: french toast, bagels, or cereal? >> Bagels.

Do you prefer light or dark haired? >> Light or dark haired what?

Do you have photos up around your room, of you? >> No.

If you’re extremely quiet, what does that mean? >> It could mean any number of things-- usually nothing at all. I’m often quiet, anyway.

Do you have a hard time controlling your emotions? >> No, I have a difficult time predicting them, but not compartmentalising them. Unless I’m overstimulated, in which case I have a difficult time doing anything.

Ever been suspended from school? >> Yes.

Does it make you mad when people stare at you? >> Sometimes, but I try not to act on that response.

Do you prefer pens or pencils? >> Pens.

Have you ever read any of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books? >> When I was young.

Last person you were in the car with? >> Sparrow.

What time did you wake up this morning? >> I woke up a few times in the morning, but I got up for good at 1p, to my confusion.

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? >> Hm.

How tall are you? >> Five feet, four inches.

How many drugs are in your system? >> Two, if the Olly gummies are to be counted (and since I consider even mild nootropics to be under the expansive ‘drug’ umbrella, I count them).

What foreign language do / did you study? >> German, when I have the patience.

Do you own sunglasses? >> Yes.

Where is the next place you will travel to? >> I don’t know.

What were you doing at 8:00 this morning? >> Sleeping.

Do you say sexy a lot? >> No.

Do you want to cut your hair? >> Not really. I just want it to be more manageable.

Do you have empty bottles of alcohol hidden somewhere? >> No.

You have to get a piercing, what do you get? >> I don’t have to get a piercing, though.

Do you miss anyone? >> No.

Think back to your most recent relationship — Serious or not? Was it worth it? >> My most recent relationship that I’m not still in? I don’t know how to rate the seriousness of a relationship, and yes, all relationships are worth having.

Have you ever sneaked someone over to your house? >> No.

Is it okay if you kiss people when you’re single? >> Is it?

Do you think it’s possible that you could move on from someone, and then redevelop feelings for them? >> Yes.

How’s your hair right now? >> It’s just hair.

Do you only wish the best for your ex? >> I wish the best for all people.

How are things between you and the person you like? >> ---

What were you doing at 4 AM last night? >> Sleeping.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to sleep last night? >> Can Calah.

What time did you decide to get out of bed today? >> 1p EST.

Did you straighten your hair this morning? >> No.

When was the last time you laughed really hard? >> I don’t remember. Probably at some memes last night on Facebook.

What do you hear right now? >> A Downfall of Gaia song.

If you were breaking up with your girlfriend/boyfriend, what would you most likely say? >> That would depend on why I’m breaking up with them, and how I feel about them at the very moment.

Do you think that once people get married, they eventually fall “out of love”? >> Not necessarily, but it’s certainly a possibility, just like them never falling out of love or falling into a different kind of love or not “falling” in or out of anything at all is a possibility.

Ever had a near death experience? >> Yes.

Where’s your cellphone? >> On the end table near me.

What is the last thing you thought about? >> Aside from my answers to these questions, I thought the song was ending but it was just a pause.

Do you regret anything? >> No.

If you found out you were pregnant who would you tell first? >> A biologist, because it’d be a scientific marvel.

Who would you like your next “fling” to be with? >> ---

Are you slowly drifting away from someone close? >> Not to my understanding.

When was the last time you saw the person you last kissed? >> About ten minutes ago.

Do you like your phone? >> Sure.

Last alcohol beverage? >> A Riesling.

Have you ever slept in a bed with the opposite sex? >> ---

If you had to move in with a friend, which one would you pick? >> I’m fine where I am.

What do your best friends call you? >> Can Calah calls me a variety of things. “Avatar” and “Lazarus” are pretty common.

Who was the last person to go to the movies with you? >> Horus and Lauren.

Are you currently fighting with someone? >> No.

Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? >> I don’t know.

Do you mainly use your house phone or your cell phone? >> We don’t even have a landline.

Is there an empty place in your heart? >> No.

Do you count down the days till anything? >> No.

Are you looking forward to something as of right now? >> Not particularly.

Have you ever been called a tease? >> Yes.

What are your chances of getting with your crush? >> ---

Are any of your friends so close that you consider them family? >> I don’t consider anyone family. I don’t grok familial attachment.

Anyone told you a secret this week? >> No.

Do you hate anyone? >> No.

Last time you wore the opposite sex’s clothing? >> There is no such thing.

What do you want in your life right now? >> I’m pretty good with what I have.

When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry? >> I don’t know.

Do you trust people easily? >> Yes.

Proud of anything right now? >> No.

Name a band you’d like to see live? >> Wardruna.

Have you ever been stalked? >> If so, they were successful at not being discovered.

Have anything on your mind? >> Well, sure.

Name three things that meant something to you, but now doesn’t? >> Oh, I don’t know.

Name three things that didnt mean anything to you, but now does? >> ---

Favourite type of music? >> The audible kind.

What band/group have the most lyrics that represent you? >> I feel a strong attachment to a lot of Pearl Jam lyrics.

Pass or fail a drug test if you took one right now? >> Depends on what it’s testing for.

Do you drive? >> No.

Own a car? >> No.

Best season? >> I appreciate all of them, although my low heat/humidity tolerance makes Summer in this climate difficult for me to enjoy.

Who’s your best friend/s? >> Can Calah, for the purposes of surveys that constantly ask questions about it.

Would you rather sing or dance? >> Por que no los dos?

One thing you really want to learn? >> A language to the point of conversational fluency.

What’s your favourite tv channel? >> I don’t have one.

Name your favourite programs? >> I have a million favourites. Right now I’m obsessed with Shameless.

What are you doing this summer? >> I don’t know.

How many times have you been on a plane? >> About a dozen, maybe.

Favourite song? >> Death is the Road to Awe.

Scared of anything? >> Not consistently.

One thing you wish for? >> I don’t make wishes.

Do you get jealous easy? >> No.

What colour is your hair? >> Dark brown.

What night club plays the best songs to dance to? >> I don’t go to nightclubs, so I have no knowledge of them.

Made up with anyone recently after an argument? >> No.

Missing anyone right now? >> No.

Do you use MSN? >> No.

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