#seriously tho. I have cute purple hair I have big brown bottom eyes like a baby cow I have an adorable smile I happy stim when im excited.

[sunnibits]

“I’m literally so fucking cute how do I not pull” <<< (person who never goes anywhere or talks to anyone)

[jaeminzie]

lover boy | n.jm

↳ na jaemin x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: jaemin’s best friend, donghyuck, overhears you and your best friend talking about your big phat crush on jaemin. and of course, hyuck just had to tell him.

genre: lowkey fluff and hyuck being annoying hehe

word count: 1,758 

“god did you see him today?” i gushed over the boy, who i’ve been crushing on since middle school, to my best friend as we were walking down the school hallway, trying to find our way through the big crowd of students. “he just looks so good in that beanie.”

“y/n, when will you ever get over your crush on him,” my friend sighed. “plus, he’s too much of a fuckboy to treat you right.” i bit my bottom lip slightly while letting out a deep breath through my nose. “i know.” i replied.

it sucked. the crush started when we were seated next to each other in 6th period world history class in 7th grade. at first, i would dread going to that class because all jaemin did was doodle on my paper, ask me what we’re doing in class every five minutes, and step on my shoes just to annoy me. then gradually, i began to laugh with him and i was actually able to have proper conversations with him without rolling my eyes or scoffing at every other word that would come out of his mouth. my crush for him naturally unfolded but i was such in denial for the first couple months.

it wasn’t until i started to notice that he would sit with lonely kids at lunch even though his friends would tease him about it, he would just call them off and tell them to ‘fuck off,’ which was when i began to accept it. i then noticed that he did try in class even if he didn’t understand something, he wouldn’t feel ashamed to ask for help or stay after class just to fully understand the lesson. 

he even asked me to tutor for him one time, but i thought he was joking so i made fun of him and turned him down. i mentally slap myself still for doing that to him. he must think i’m a bitch now.

well now, we’re juniors in high school and my crush for him has only gotten bigger throughout time. unfortunately, we don’t talk no more. we don’t even greet each other when we see each other in the hallways. i doubt he even remembers me.

“i just can’t help but believe he’s actually a sweet guy,” i tried to reason with my friend but it was no point.

“jaemin?! sweet?? babe, there’s absolutely no way,” my best friend said a little too loudly and laughed at me as if i was being delusional. and maybe i was.

“can you please shut up! i thought we promised to use code names when we’re in public.” i whispered harshly.

“pleeeaaasee, nearly everyone in this damn school has a crush on jaemin. you’ll be fine, y/n, you’re not special.” my friend tried to tease me to lighten the mood but we were interrupted by a loud intentional cough behind us.

i didn’t look back because why would i? my nosy friend did tho. they looked back for a millisecond then faced me with regret and fear written all over their face. mouthing the words, “don’t kill me.”

i didn’t have time to question them on what was going on since a tall boy with honey skin and brown parted hair made room for himself between us and hooked his arms around our shoulders.

“na jaemin huh, y/n?” donghyuck, one of jaemin’s greatest friends since childhood, faced me and his shit eating grin was so clear in broad daylight. “i did not expect that at all.” he chuckled at my red face.

“how much did you hear,” i asked him, now getting really irritated and was ready to deck him. 

“literally all of it, you guys are really shameless talking about crushes so fucking loudly in this crowded hallway.” his arms still on us and he was walking sluggishly, of course his smirk was still there. “i can do you a favor, y/n, by telling your lover boy.”

“you better not!” my friend yelled at him for me. “look, this is my fault ‘kay. don’t do y/n like that.” 

donghyuck fake pouted. “what’s the fun in that? i think jaemin would be fond of the surprising news honestly.”

my stomach churned at the last sentence but the feeling immediately went away when i remembered who was talking. donghyuck was infamous for being a teasing bastard so no one takes him seriously. “dude, seriously just get out of here.” i said.

“if you please, babe.” he snickered and took his arms off of us and walked away.

“oh my god, i am so sorry y/n. oh my god, i’ll treat you lunch after school. please forgive me. i should’ve kept our promise. are you mad? please don’t be mad, but you have every right to be if you are.” my friend rambled on as we finally made it to our class.

“y/f/n, it’s fine. really, it’s fine. you didn’t know and honestly, i don’t care anymore. maybe, this will help me get rid of my crush on him.” i shrugged it off like it was nothing to avoid worrying my friend, but inside, i was losing it.

what if donghyuck actually tells him? will jaemin makes fun of me? is he going to give me dirty looks now? at least now, he’ll notice me. ugh, he’ll be confused as to why the girl who was a bitch to him in middle school likes him. karma.

i took a deep breath in attempt to calm myself down. he wouldn’t act that way. he’s a nice guy, i know he is deep down.

the conversation me and my best friend had with donghyuck earlier in the day still stayed on my mind all day. i avoided all the routes i’d take around the school where i’d usually see jaemin walking around. i kept my head down while walking down the halls. i tried my best to avoid him, even though on regular days, i’d try my best to ‘bump’ into him.

the last class of the day was near. i was walking up the flight of empty stairs peacefully, trying to get to class even though, i’d rather be at home under my bed sheets trying to forget today.

“y/n,” a painfully familiar presence was behind me. jaemin stood a couple stair steps behind, his hands in his pockets of his baggy pants. i turned around slowly and admired him the second i saw his figure. his beanie fitted his head so well, a couple hair strands were sticking out. i could see his silver chain that stayed beneath his orange hoodie slightly. he stood there with confidence radiating. “hey,” he avoided eye contact but he was wearing a smile.

“hi,” i couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. he was just so nice to look at. his cheeks slightly tinted pink and i could see his fingers fiddling in his pockets. i decided to suck up my pride and just be straight forward as i couldn’t handle the painfully awkward silence no more. “if.. you’re here because of donghyuck then just forget about it please. i’m sorry about that.” he finally looked me in the eyes after i finished talking and i was surprised that i was able to maintain the eye contact. my face grew hot immediately.

“why are you apologizing?”

i honestly didn’t know. i just can’t imagine how awkward he feels right now because of me. “i just hope you don’t feel obligated to talk to me because of what happened. it was stupid. i’m just. sorry. i guess.” i was preparing myself for the rejection but jaemin’s puppy eyes made me second guess that.

“god you really are oblivious.” he sighed. “i know hyuck can be an asshole at times but he wouldn’t embarrass anyone like how you think he’s done to you by telling me about- uh.. your crush.”

i was so confused. my mouth was open but nothing came out.

my breathing hitched when he slowly started to walk up the stairs and was now so much closer to me. “tell me, is it true?” his voice was a lot quieter and softer. “you’ve liked me for that long?”

i gulped. not knowing if i should lie or not. but god, he already knows because of donghyuck so might as well just go for it. i nodded.

a big smile creeped onto his face. my eyebrows furrowed. is this entertaining to him? my misery and embarrassment is entertaining to him? i was just about ready to get out of there and flip him off for making me feel like this but he trapped me between his body and the wall behind me.

“y/n, have you not been noticing how i look at you? since 7th fucking grade, i’ve always been putting an effort to just see you for even a second outside of class.” his breath fanned my face. “i like you too if it wasn’t obvious enough.”

clearly it wasn’t.

before i could even process anything, he gently put our lips together. his slightly chapped lips fit so perfectly with my soft lips. he hummed as he tasted the strawberry flavored chapstick on my lips. his hands were placed on the wall, while mine were gripping his purple pullover tightly.

my mind and heart were racing. what the hell is going on? is this real?

he didn’t move his lips at all. it was a simple but meaningful kiss. “i like you too.” i whispered, looking into his brown eyes, slowly releasing my grip on his pullover.

he laughed at me. “you’re cute.” he walked back, allowing me to have room to move. “how about i take you out this friday?” he smiled at me. “only if you want to.”

“of course i want to.” i rolled my eyes playfully and smiled back.

his smile grew bigger, i didn’t know that was possible. “perfect. i’ll see you later.” he went closer to me and cupped my jaw and kissed my heated pink cheeks. his other hand placed something inside my tan cardigan pocket.

he pulled away and right before he left, he had to say, “also, can you change your chapstick flavor? i don’t really like strawberries.” he flashed me a bright smile and left.

i shook my head smiling uncontrollably, not believing what had just happened. i put my hand into my pocket and saw what he had slipped in there.

a note.

call me when you get home. 283-xxx-xxxx <3 we should catch up :)

-your lover boy

[sinto-hell]

boys n fashion

i have uuuuuh very specific ways to imagine how the boys look because i’m never satisfied with canon and i Cannot Fucking Draw™ and i scream a lot about fashion so (mostly because what the fuck is fashion sense in otome i’m looking at u dmmd what the FUCK were those yellow socks and that jacket AN ALSO NOIZ’S ENTIRE FUCKING OUTFIT IM SO ANGRY) anyway this got a bit out of hand lmao i love clothes

nathaniel

LOTS OF SWEATERS

wears a shirt under his sweater with the collar poping out

“preppy” but not frat boy preppy. like comfy casual pretty. soft n warm like marshmallow. he looks soft but he could easily deck u into next week

lots warm cardigans 

lots of light wash jeans. doesn’t really wear black or dark colored jeans. also always cuff his jeans

white adidas are the shoes he usually wears to school

he fucking despises flannels they’re the ugliest thing in his opinion

owns a lot of scarves; never wear any of them

he knows he looks good in stripes so he has a lot of stripped shirt

hoodies are for lazy days

one (1) pair of black ripped knees jeans. usually pair them with a creme sweater

also tries to make his hair behave but he just. can’t. so he tries to make it fashionably disheveled.

owns one of those jacket thats like denim but the sleeves and the inside are like a regular sweater and theres a hood god i want one of those

probably has glasses he wears to read

(i remember i saw an artist that basically drew him dressed like this but i cant remember their name so there’s that)

castiel

boi is a punk 

his wardrobe is 90% band shirt, they’re literally almost all he wears

owns 4 my chemical romance shirt

he has two denim jacket: one black with various pins and small patch on it and one light wash with a big ass misfits patch on the back

also probably found his leather jacket in a thrift store

unironically buys those bad translation shirt that says shit like “try my delicious salt beef” or “way the bridge i burn high the way” credit to @mclfutarinotamashi for that one 

90% of his band shirts are really worn out because he wears them so much

owns a pair of og black converse and red doc martens

usually always has his roots showing and has taken a liking in tying his hair in a half bun. sorta. but he mostly live in his natural bedhead

lys once braided his hair and he didn’t like it on him but he thought it was really relaxing

has a fuckton of spiked bracelet and rubber band bracelets, but only wears one or two at a time nowadays. he used to wear a lot more. like. a lot.

black jeans all the way

also ripped jeans

also own two or three big sweater, and one of them his hands just. disappear when he wear it.

lysander

don’t get me wrong i love the victorian fashion but;; it aint realistic

peg leg trousers. google it. he’d wear the heck out of that.

owns a lot of fancy black pants 

he has those weird pants i’ve been looking for, they’re high waisted and really flowy and they’re called culottes. his are black with white stripes and he owns a black only version

he totally owns a green velvet skirt fight me on this

has a lot of scarves and wears them all

has a simple but very nice pair of brown boots for casual days and fucking 5 inches new rocks platform shoes with buckles all over for when he’s extra

a true Goth™

lots of turtlenecks and long sleeve black shirts. did i mention turtlenecks

he totally owns this sweater in green and black

he loves high waisted pants

plays a bit on androgyny, as he knows he’s pretty tall, but also very delicate so skirt  are the fucking shit on him

owns a trench-like coat. with a hood. also long cardigans

sometimes when he’s extra he’ll play a bit into the steam punk territory

experiment a bit with makeup, but only on his eyes, he still shy away from lipstick

he braid his hair to sleep so it has nice waves the next day. cares a lot about his hair actually 

also basically how @veroww dresses him what a babe

armin

oh boi what a mess

lots and lots of hoodies and generally clothes with hoods so he can hide in them and sleep

literally owns this and that (i have that one and it makes me look like a jedi, so another reason why he’d wear it)

nerd shirts. you know the type.

like he has 3 pokemon shirts and 4 marvel. alexy will not let him go out of the house wearing those. the only one hes allowed to be seen with in public is his star wars one

and fucking memes shirt

like he probably has a white shirt with a shiba inu on it

got that shirt that says “why be racist, sexist, homophobic and transphobic when you could just be quiet” with alexy so they match

one of these guys that only wears black skinny jeans or sweatpants

 basically nerdy emo

has like. 2 pair of shoes. really dirty vans that he wear everywhere and a nice pair of boots for like. ass kicking purpose. kidding alex probably made him buy them

“vans or converse?” “vans what the fuck am i an animal”

probably owns a trasher hoodie (ok now thats me projecting bc i headcanon the only sport he can kind of do is skating so) (beside SK8ER BOI ARMIN AM I RIGHT)

also yes, a lot of beanies

anything comfortable, really; doesn’t really own a lot of fancy or statement pieces he wears regularly. 

kentin

alex is right ok the military pants looks great and he probably has a great ass in it but jesus boy please change up ur game 

i actually haven’t thought a lot about his fashion sense probs because i dont write him as often as the twins or cas or do i thirst over lys

but @ne-neptune has drawn him with glasses and a big jacket today and im lov

probably owns a carhatt jacket thats a bit too big on him

rolls up his sleeves. always. wether his shirts are long sleeves or short sleeves. he. rolls them up. sip sip THEM ARMS THO

wears a concerning amount of beige and green. 

LIKES KNITTED SWEATERS OK. HE IS SOFT™

has a camo jacket

wears a lot of baggy pants but is also warmin up to more slim jeans, (not skinny bc its too tight and he doesn’t understand how armin and castiel do it) bc he knows his ass looks gr8

finally bought himself a new pair of fancy glasses he think he look ok with. hint: he’s both cute & fucking hot with them and everyone is thirsty.

combat boots all the way. he does own a pair of old converse that are seriously starting to be worn out, but he still wears them sometimes

alexy because i fucking can

now that’s my B O I

Thriftshop Fashionista™

seriously this boy love thrifstores. he once fucking found gucci shit in there. he’s lucky.

vintage/90s clothes aesthestic. 

lightwash jeans with a big belt, weird dad shirt tucked into his jeans

HE TUCKS HIS SHIRT IN HIS JEANS

AND ALSO CUFF THEM WHAT A FASHION ICON

probably also own some peg leg trousers like lysander

his favourite pair of jeans is one he found in a really sketchy store, theres hole at the knees and the bottom of the legs are ripped and there are flower patches going down the entire left side (fun fact: one of my friend has these exact pant he found in a thriftsore and every time he wears them i’m just like. vogue is shook. what a fucking look. fashion icon.)

also probably owns a sweater with roses embroidery

has like 4 denim jacket, each very different; one with patches all over it, one with a giant gay flag on the back, one black with rips in it, and one plain light wash

has one of those weird flashy colored 90s jacket that’s like baby blue and bright orange. it was his mom’s. he stole it from his mom. she let him keep and re question her fashion choices every time he wears it.

weird 90s and dad shirt are his shit. also really big sweaters. weird colors. this boy own a purple knitted sweater with a yellow wolf patch on the back. rosalya hates it. he probably bought it out of spite.

also owns vans. and a pair of combat boots. and a pair of converse. and one pair of black high heels. and orange sneakers. and brown fancy leather boots. and-

he probably steals armin’s trasher hoodie for the aesthetic

also steals his beanies bc what he has like 10

loves embroidered clothes or things with patches or weird flower designs on them

also big ass red sunglasses worn ironically.

vogue is fucking shook by this boy

and that’s all folks

[sibillascribbles08]

Visual Sound

Sorry this is a day late, storm hit and my power went out oops.

Day 4 of Gencio Week - Alternate Universe

Have my blind!Lúcio AU that I’ve like only shown to two people oops.

Don’t think I’ll ever do a long fic of it but I might write up some more oneshots there’s some nice stuff in it.

It’s super Gencio tho, and also features big brother Hanzo it’s nice

Read it on AO3

Left. Left. Right. Step back. Deep breath. Twist. Duck.

Lúcio paused, fingers hovering over the floor of the training room as he kept listening. Something triggered on his right. He spun around on his skates, feeling the rubber bullet rush in front of his neck. It left a ripple of red behind it.

“Pause, Athena.” He called out.

“Understood,” Her voice was always strange to him, hard to visualize. There was no point to it anyway, since she was an AI system, but it was weird to see the faint shades of purple hovering in every direction.

He took a deep breath, heading over to where his water bottle was. A short break, then back to training. He had to get the hang of avoiding projectiles. Right now they were the biggest risk to him since some enemies had an easier time sneaking up on him. At least, when his amplifier was pointed in the wrong direction.

“You’re getting better.”

Genji’s voice almost made him scream as his deep green cut into his vision. He was standing next to the bench.

“Shit, Genji,” Lúcio struggled to slow down his breathing. “I told you not to do your ninja shit on me.”

“I apologize. I do not intend to sneak up on you.”

Lúcio felt the water bottle press into his palm. He popped it open and took a few sips, glancing back at where he assumed Genji’s eyes were. “Just here to enjoy the show huh?”

Genji’s laughter always made his colors light up. “Somewhat. I just wanted to see how you’ve progressed.”

“That music tip helped.” Lúcio put the bottle back on the bench.

When he first started this training it was due to a close call during one mission. While Lúcio’s sound tech allowed him to map out the space around him and the objects in it, it was still hard to see everything. If he didn’t activate it often enough some objects slipped under the radar.

Such as enemies.

Genji had taken a bullet for him that day. Thankfully hitting his armor and not causing a lot of damage, but it was enough to drive Lúcio to improve his combat.

The first few days had been frustrating. He could hear the weapons in the training room firing but still couldn’t predict their direction. His improvement was minor at best, and came with a lot of bruises.

Until Genji suggested he started with the weapons being synced to music. It gave him a rhythm to follow while he got used to predicting where the attacks were coming from.

It worked.

“Keep this up,” Genji nudged him. “And perhaps you’ll end up as fast as me.”

“Hm,” He considered that idea. Not that he had visually seen how fast Genji could move. The ninja ran as quietly as he did anything else. He’d tried to calculate it, based on the distance he covered between talking, but he wasn’t sure it was the same. McCree always described it as a blur, a flash of green that was similar to Lúcio’s skates.

That flustered him a bit. He tried to picture it, him and Genji running into battle at night with shades of green trailing behind.

It was too bad he didn’t actually know what Genji looked like.

He had a decent guess, and other people’s descriptions helped, but it was a blurry image at best. The shape of his visor was sharp, and Lúcio giggled the first time he noticed Genji’s ears. At least, that’s what he called them. Like little cat ears, or horns, he’d never really asked what their purpose was.

His armor was smooth, more than once Lúcio had trailed his fingers around the vents on his shoulders. His artificial muscles were strangely soft.

“Lúcio?”

He jerked out of his trance. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Ah, you must be worn out. Have you gotten any lunch?”

“Uh, no, what time is it?”

“About three.”

“Whoops.”

“Would you like me to bring you something?”

“Nah, I’ll head up after one more round.”

He thought he heard Genji scoff. “Very well, do you mind if I join you?”

“What, so you can show me up?” Lúcio headed back out onto the training floor. “You’re welcome to try.”

“Actually,” Genji had moved silently again, making Lúcio jump when the ninja grabbed his wrist. “I was thinking we could dance.”

The musician ignored the heat rushing to his cheeks. “Oh? What brought this on?”

He felt Genji shrug. “Consider it a trust exercise. I lead, you follow.”

Knowing Genji that might be the actual reason, but Lúcio refused to toss his hopes out the window. “That so? I think there’d be more... professional ways of doing that.”

Something whirred under Genji’s armor. “Perhaps, but I think this would be more fun.”

“Sure,” He tugged Genji closer, taking both of his hands. “Let’s give it a shot. Hey Athena, do track five.”

“Coming up,” that light purple rattled around him before the music faded in.

He always like this track. Starting out slow and picking up as it went, it was perfect for this kind of training.

And dancing.

He didn’t focus much on the bullets. He focused more on Genji’s hands resting on his hips, urging him left and right during the slow notes. As it got faster their palms pressed together and he spun him around once, pulled him closer, and even dipped him away from another attack.

Lúcio laughed as it got even faster. It was strange, being able to read his partners that much easier since that fight with Vishkar. He could feel Genji step back, forward, urging him to slide to the left.

He felt a few bullets whizz by. He even felt one flick at one of his dreads, but not a single one landed.

He’d have to ask Genji where he learned to dance because it quickly went from training to something else. Lúcio wasn’t unaware that the hand on his back didn’t need to be there, nor the chin on his shoulder. As if the cyborg was about to kiss him on the neck.

Hah, he wished. If only he was brave enough to ask.

The final note released three bullets. Genji twirled him to the side with little effort, catching him before he hit the ground. Lúcio laughed, reaching up to hold Genji’s face.

Shock hit him for a moment when he didn’t feel the usual pointed metal under his fingers. Instead it was soft.

Skin.

“Whoa,” He almost slipped out of the ninja’s grip as he struggled to stand up. “Whoa, whoa, you... you’re mask isn’t on.” He didn’t mean to let his mouth hang open.

“Ah, no,” Genji almost sounded shy, his green vibrating. “Athena only records this room when asked and... well. I figured you would not mind.”

“Of course not, I always- er... I mean if you’re comfortable with it.”

His laughter was genuine and his steps still silent, but he must have moved forward as he took both of Lúcio’s wrists.

“I am.”

His heart thudded in his chest and he reached out, slow, just in case Genji changed his mind. His breath caught on contact. It was so strange, being so used to the sensation of smooth metal and finding this instead. Now that he had time to linger he could feel the changes in texture under his finger tips. Grooves of scars that he followed. He tried to count them but quickly found himself overwhelmed.

Hanzo did this.

He quickly shoved that thought away. There was no point in dwelling on that. Instead he moved his thumbs down, feeling skin give way to metal once again. Was his lower jaw robotic? His answer came when he reached Genji’s lips, skin on top, metal on bottom.

He tried not to focus on the sensation of it under his thumb and wonder what it would be like to kiss him as he moved his hands up again.

Genji’s cheeks were surprisingly round, strange, since he was so used to the angles of his armor. He couldn’t help but pinch at one of them, making the ninja smile and laugh. They got rounder.

Cute.

One hand ran over his nose, taking in the shape.

“I like your nose.” He said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” He insisted, even though his finger just reached one nasty scar that rested on the bridge of it.

Genji’s eyebrows weren’t all there, he could tell, fingers running from patches of hair to smooth skin again. Going any farther he ran into the rest of his helmet.

“What color are your eyes?” Lúcio asked.

“Brown, dark brown.”

He hummed. He’d always been picturing green. His hands moved to the side, outlining the opening of the helmet. His pinky bumped into those ears again.

“What are these anyway?” He pinched them. “Feel like bunny ears.”

Genji laughed. “You are not entirely wrong. They are my ears.”

“What? Seriously?”

“My actual ears were ah... well, this part picks up vibrations in the air. I can heighten it’s sensitivity if I wish.”

“So,” Lúcio stopped rubbing them. “Should I not do that?”

“It is no louder than when you run your hand over your own ears.”

“Good to know,” He let go anyway. “Hey, maybe I’ll get a pair for my headphones. We can match.”

“Hm, I think they would suit you.”

“Hey, thanks for the vote of confidence.” He wound up letting his hands wander again, down the side of Genji’s face, over the ridges on the back of his neck. The ninja didn’t move away or say a word. Lúcio’s hand kept going, over his shoulder and down to his chest. Leaving his hand there he could feel the faint pulse of a heart beat.

“Um,” He glanced up. “Could I listen?”

“Go ahead.”

At this point he decided to think Genji was just a lot more chill with contact than he first assumed. Lúcio was slow as he stepped forward, apparently too slow. He felt a hand slide behind his head and tug him forward. His ear pressed against warm metal and he shut his eyes.

It was a beat, very similar to a heart, but he could pick up the faint pulses of electricity, the clicks of a few gears. Like Genji it was still green, but a few tendrils of blue and yellow swirled into the sounds. He watched them pulse in and out.

Genji didn’t say anything, but his fingers trailed over Lúcio’s scalp. The musician sighed from the sensation, his hands finding their way up to press again Genji’s sides.

“Lúcio?”

His voice sounded so loud now, green lighting up Lúcio’s vision as he leaned back. “Yeah?”

“I apologize I... had other motivations for taking my visor off.”

“Yeah? Need some fresh air or something.”

When he chuckled Lúcio was suddenly aware of how close his face was. “Do you realize how lovely you look when you dance?”

He tried to keep his cool but his voice cracked anyway. “I mean, sort of? Part of being a performer. Why, see something you like?”

“I have for a while...” Suddenly he let go and Lúcio could tell he was stepping back. “I am sorry, this is probably making you uncomfortable.”

“No,” He reached out for the ninja’s wrist, missing it and stumbling forward. Genji caught him. “It doesn’t bother me. At all. I uh...”

It was rare he was lost for words, but where did he start? You’re so cool? I’ve never met anyone like you?

What does it feel like to kiss you?

No, no, too fast. Slow down a bit there.

“Do you uh, wanna do this again sometime? Dancing I mean.”

“I always love spending time with you, Lúcio.”

“I mean as a date.”

“I know.”

“Oh, cool,” He almost squeaked. “Then I’ll-”

His ideas were cut off when his stomach finally protested, crying out for something to eat.

Genji laughed and patted Lúcio’s shoulder. “Let us go get some lunch.”

“Yeah, okay,” He hung his head, only to have Genji lift it back up, finger under his chin.

“Do not pout.” A kiss was pressed onto his cheek. “There will be time to plan later.”

“Honestly, I’m barely registering that you want to date me.”

“Is it that strange?”

“Look at you Genji, you’re way out of my league.”

“You are a revolutionary leader and a very famous musician. I believe I am the one who should be saying that.”

“Yeah but I’m not a freaking cyborg ninja.”

Genji kissed him again before pulling him toward the exit. “As much as I would love to argue about which one of us is cooler, you need to eat.”

“It’s you.”

He couldn’t tell if Genji was shaking his head or not, but his laughter left a trail of green sparks in the air.

Sometimes Lúcio wondered what they felt like.