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A Touch of Warmth

A Soul Eater fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

Sixth in my series of 31 prompt-based one-shots (filling them out of order; this is prompt 5). Prompts from this list.

A/N: More of the academy days for my faves, but super early this time. I wanna say...maybe just a few months of partnership here. And living in cheap academy dorms haha. Imagine a sad college dorm room I guess. Stein is only 10 years old and Spirit is 13. Long, long, rambly stream of consciousness relationship stuff that I wrote like...in the first week of December. And then didn't finish until just now (late March) and there was only a little bit left to go. Oops. Wonder how much that gap impacted the story/writing style... If you like long rambly things that don't really have a point, well, here you go. Enjoy. 5. Puzzling

A Touch of Warmth

An icy chill like breath across his cheeks was what roused Spirit from sleep. He shivered and then blinked twice before tightly closing his eyes again. Even the air was cold, assaulting the tender moisture beneath his lashes like the slap of cold water.

After taking another moment to realize he was awake and not dreaming, he fully processed the freezing sensation as one he should not be feeling on a desert morning. He clutched his blanket close to his chest and sat up in bed, squinting. White was what overwhelmed his blurred vision, and he snaked an arm out of his warm cocoon and felt almost blindly along the windowsill until his fingers met something very cold and wet.

He gasped and drew back, blinking until his sight clarified to reveal what it was he had touched.

Gathered on the sill near the open window were a line of melting snowflakes.

Spirit's jaw fell slack as he reached out to touch a cluster again, watching it turn to water rapidly even as it cooled his fingertips. But when he looked up and out the window his eyes went wide.

Where there should have been dirt, stone, and dried grasses in the backyard of the dormitory there was only white, and the sky was gray as snow fell in lace-like curtains, thick and silent, covering the landscape as far as the eye could see.

It was several moments of staring, captivated by the scene and breathing the icy air, before Spirit reached out to slide the window closed. And then he spun around to face the bed of his roommate.

"Hey Stein, wake—"

Spirit blinked. His very young meister was not in his bed.

The red-haired teen took stock of their tiny dorm room quickly, noting the boy's blankets uncharacteristically tossed back and his pair of shoes sitting neatly next to his desk. It appeared as though Stein had gotten under his bed at some point, because the corner of a box was sticking out near where the blankets were carelessly draped down to the floor. Then Spirit noticed the door to the hallway was ajar.

"Stein?" he said again as he glanced once more around their small room. The boy was definitely not there.

Spirit threw his own blankets aside and hurriedly dressed, selecting warmer clothing than he would ever choose for a day in Death City but something he was more likely to wear on an extracurricular assignment far further north. He gaze was continually drawn to the astonishing view through the window as he fumbled with a pair of boots, still not quite believing that a seeming winter had arrived in the middle of Nevada.

He had experienced snow a couple of times in his life, but never at leisure, and nothing at all like what he was seeing outside as it seemed to be sticking to sand and stone, transforming the barren landscape to one of wonder and quiet mystery.

"Stein?" Spirit asked again, peering down the hallway after pulling the door open. The dormitory was dark and silent.

Spirit's brow furrowed as he turned toward the bathroom that all the students in his wing shared, wondering if that was where the boy had gone. His meister operated like clockwork, and it was the startling deviation from the norm that had Spirit perplexed and was driving him to find his partner almost as much as the desire to share his newfound excitement at the change in the weather.

Most of the students in their building had gone home for the holidays, but both Stein and Spirit had declined that privilege, neither offering any explanation to the other. And Spirit was glad for his decision, knowing the snow wasn't anything he would have seen otherwise.

"Stein?" he whispered, peering into the darkened bathroom but already fairly certain of what he would find. Every stall door was open, the showers and sinks were silent, and the lights were off.

Spirit stuck his lip out in annoyance at the same time his brow furrowed in worry. He'd wanted to enjoy the experience of the fresh falling snow with his meister. But as Spirit turned to walk toward the front door concern began to overtake his initial elation. Just where was the boy?

It wasn't that he didn't think Stein couldn't handle himself; the few combat training classes they'd already had proved that he could. But the meister was just so young, and he looked it. Spirit was barely thirteen and this was the first time he'd been on his own, but in the few months they'd been roommates he could tell that the silver-haired ten-year-old was already accustomed to fending for himself.

Spirit had no background on his meister, and the boy was distant without being blatantly rude. He seemed to genuinely not know how to interact with their peers along with something else Spirit couldn't yet place. But the teen was patient, and Lord Death had specifically chosen Stein to be his meister. That alone was worth everything.

He pushed through the front door of the dormitory and a biting chill rushed in along with a few flurries of snow. Spirit grinned, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he closed his eyes and took in the feel of the ice hitting his face like unforeseen kisses, softly leaving their mark before vanishing and stirring his thoughts toward the ethereal and imaginative. There was a promise of something new in the snowfall, and Spirit wanted to take advantage of every moment of it.

He stepped fully through the door and into the wall of white, his boots almost soundless as they pushed through the drift that had already built up in the uncovered entryway. And that’s when he saw the single point of color: a telltale shock of silver hair.

Next to one of the benches that lined the sidewalk to the dorms knelt Franken Stein. Snow had collected in a thin layer atop his head, shoulders, and the backs of his legs, though one could hardly tell for the plain white pajamas he wore, causing the boy to be almost invisible in the newly whited-out landscape. He was bent over some small mechanical device placed on the bench, his concentration so full that he didn’t notice when Spirit closed the door. Another point of color were the pale soles of his feet; he wasn’t wearing any shoes.

“Stein?” Spirit asked in surprise, hurrying forward. His delight at the weather had wholly evaporated at the sight of his young meister barely clothed out in the cold. “What are you doing?”

The boy didn’t reply, but scowled at whatever it was he was looking at. He reached for the device and Spirit recognized a microscope as he approached. Stein had picked up a small glass slide, and Spirit watched as he leaned back from the bench to slowly wipe it on the hem of his shirt, and then hold it out to catch a few falling snowflakes. His hands shook as he replaced it under the lens and quickly leaned down again, turning the focus knob to bring his subjects into clarity. As Spirit finally stopped next to the bench he could see it wasn't just Stein's hands, but his entire frame shaking from head to toe, and his usually colorless lips were a frightening shade of blue.

“Stein!” Spirit cried in protest, his voice rising in pitch.

“Don’t breathe.”

Spirit blinked, the harsh but monotone directive confusing his train of thought.

“What?” he asked, but held his breath nonetheless.

“They melt too fast if you breathe.”

Spirit rapidly went through the arguments in his head that he wasn't even near the snowflakes on the slide, and that Stein himself was so cold now that he'd be surprised if he had any warmth left in his lungs. But none of those words came out as somehow, as always, he was drawn like a magnet to his meister's side and knelt down, curiosity rising in him despite the chill beginning to penetrate his coat.

"What are you looking at?"

"The structure of the snowflakes."

Spirit looked at the cluster of white that had in fact already begun to melt on the slide under the lens, and then back to his meister, his face hidden as he stared down through the microscope.

"So far they are perfectly symmetrical and each one has six branches, but no two are alike. The probability of two being the same eventually is strong, but..."

Stein stopped suddenly, and Spirit watched the meister move his hand away from the focusing knob, place it between his thighs where his left hand was already hidden.

Spirit frowned.

"Get up."

"What?"

Stein was still peering into the microscope.

"Get up or I'm picking you up."

That got the meister's attention. His eyes snapped to Spirit's, confusion overlaid by defiance and something else hard and threatening. It had only been three months, but it had taken less than a day of acquaintance for Spirit to learn that the boy would not tolerate being touched without express permission.

"You can't do this like this," Spirit continued. "You're going to freeze to death."

Stein's expression didn't change.

"If you want to be helpful you could get me a notebook to record my findings. You don't have a camera, do you?"

Each word was spoken through trembling blue lips, and Spirit noticed that the rest of the boy's unnaturally pale skin was rapidly changing hue. His heart began racing as he made his decision, not knowing what the ramifications would be but knowing that he had no choice.

Stein didn't speak when Spirit stood, but when the weapon's gloved hands came down under the meister's armpits he jerked away with a strength Spirit wouldn't have thought him capable.

"Don't touch me!" was the protest that sounded before the boy began fighting back, pushing and beating against Spirit's shoulders, but the weapon was determined.

It was a battle of hands and arms and legs and feet as he half-fought, half-dragged Stein back into the dormitory hall, tuning out every word of protest that was laid against him with each step. He only finally paid attention again when Stein managed to free one arm just inside the door and landed a glancing blow against Spirit's cheek.

He shuddered in response, not letting go but halting the movement of his feet. The hit may not have fully connected, but it was still hard and for a moment the world was spinning and Spirit's only point of focus were his hurried breaths and the heavier panting of the younger boy upon whom he still had an iron grip.

When his eyes refocused on Stein's face the meister appeared shocked—quite the change from his typically guarded expression—but his skin was still unnaturally blue, and there was something off about his eyes even past the unusual expression. It sent a wash of fear through Spirit that rapidly overrode the pain of the punch.

He reached past Stein and kicked the door closed hard.

"Stein. I'm not going to let you die out there because you were too stupid to get dressed before running out to play in the snow."

"I... I wasn't..." Stein began, still breathless and something definitely off about his vision.

Spirit ignored the pulsing of pain in his cheek and while Stein was distracted, he scooped the smaller boy up like he would a toddler and stalked hurriedly down the hall.

"Hey! Stop it!" was Stein's weak protest this time, and Spirit noted he was struggling a lot less than when they'd been pushing through the ankle-deep snow outside.

When he reached the bathroom he all but dropped Stein for how much he was twisting to escape. When the meister's feet hit the tile he slipped on his wet, bare soles and would have hit the floor had Spirit not still had his hands on him. Stein clung to Spirit's arms in surprise, not having expected the backward plunge, and when Spirit had righted them both he finally let go.

He reached back to hit the light switch and Stein flinched away, holding a hand up to cover his eyes as his breaths still came far too heavily for the minimal exertion of the struggle to get indoors. When he finally squinted at Spirit his expression fell to shock again. It finally occurred to the red-head that there was something other than the fact that he'd interrupted Stein's ill-conceived experimenting that had shaken the boy, and he turned around to see his face in the mirror.

Spirit nearly gasped for how utterly terrified he looked. Terrified and furious, perhaps in a way that his young partner had never seen another person look before, if the way it froze the boy in place was any indication.

Spirit knew he needed to calm down, calm his expression and be reasonable so he could explain to his meister just how dangerous his actions had been. But as he turned back to face the boy he only felt the anger swell to a greater presence in his soul.

Stein's clothes were nearly soaked through, the white of the pajamas turned gray from moisture and his hair darker for it. The color of his skin was wrong. He was visibly shaking from head to toe, and his vision was hazy and seeming unable to really see Spirit even though his eyes hadn't left the red-head since the moment he'd let him go.

Spirit opened his mouth to speak, but the movement of his jaw caused his cheek to sting where Stein had punched him. He hissed and reached his fingers up to the spot before jabbing his other arm past Stein to point, the motion causing the boy to jump.

"Get in there," he commanded coolly, his voice low and laced with threat. "Get under some hot water and sit down. I'm going to get you some dry clothes."

Stein's expression of shock remained, the boy still frozen by the look on Spirit's face. They remained unmoving for several moments, but when the meister's breaths began to even out he finally turned toward the showers to comply with the weapon's words.

It wasn't until Stein had fully obeyed, letting the shower run until the water was warm and then stepping under the stream and sitting down to lean against the tiled wall, that Spirit finally turned to go.

He let his anger carry his feet briskly back toward their shared bedroom, blindly going through the motions once there of making Stein's bed, dragging the only spare blanket from the closet to place atop it, and then yanking his own bedding free to add on top of that. Horrible scenarios were racing through his head of what he might have found out in the snow instead of his insatiably curious young meister studying the patterns of snowflakes had he slept in a little later, or decided to enjoy the surprise of the weather from the comfort of his bed.

Spirit stopped abruptly from where he'd been casting off his winter outerwear and blinked at nothing as the realization struck.

Stein had been looking at snowflakes.

The fear crashed fully over Spirit's anger, obliterating it as the teen sat down on the floor and began to cry. He could have lost his meister, might still lose him, because the boy had been just as excited about the snow as he was.

If he hadn't immediately gone outside to play...

Spirit didn't know how long he cried, but the sudden realization that he could still lose Stein drove him back to the present. He didn't know anything about frostbite or hypothermia or any other manner of freezing-induced ailments. They were all alone in the dorm and he had no one to call for help since everyone had left for the holidays. And just how long had he left Stein alone in the shower with his vision hazy and his pallor looking near death?

Spirit stood so fast it made him dizzy, made his cheek throb where he'd been hit, and he rummaged through Stein's drawers until he finally found the boy's thicker socks for winter assignments along with underwear and more pajamas. As an afterthought he grabbed his own thick bathrobe and then both of their towels before turning to run back down the hall.

He slowed his step before entering the bathroom, terrified of what he might find. At least he could still hear the shower running, but...was that a good sign? Instead of entering he peered cautiously around the doorjamb.

Stein looked exactly as Spirit had left him, seated against the tile and curled tightly in on himself as the warm water poured over him. His arms were folded atop his raised knees and his hands were tight in fists, and his face was hidden where it lie on his arms. Spirit licked his lips and took a cautious step forward, and then another. There was no reaction from the meister.

Spirit paused, took in a silent breath...and then he flicked his eyes sideways to the mirror. He didn't look angry anymore, although he could still see it rise behind his eyes the moment he thought about it. No, now he looked every bit as scared as he felt, perhaps even more than when he'd drug Stein back indoors, and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying.

Any other time Spirit would have been annoyed by his transparency, but since it had seemingly helped to get his meister to comply he decided he didn't care.

He turned back toward the small, gray form in the shower, felt his heart rate quicken as he mustered the courage to speak.

"Stein?"

Stein lifted his head.

The relief Spirit felt was enough to make his knees go weak, and he leaned on the counter to steady himself as he set the clothing down and draped the two towels over his arm. He sucked in a few breaths, looked up to the mirror again and saw a brightness fitting itself behind the fear in his eyes, and he grimaced before turning to approach the meister.

"You, uh... You ready to come out of there?"

Stein didn't respond, only watched Spirit's approach, watched him stop about five feet distant, his expression having returned to its usual dull, esoteric impassivity. And as his eyes locked on Spirit's the red-head thought he looked even more withdrawn than before. But, blessedly, perhaps less hazy.

He didn't know if staying under the warm water longer would be better or worse for Stein's recovery, but his own anxiety couldn't stand the inaction. He pursed his lips and stepped forward, reaching around the stream to turn the water off.

Stein slowly began pushing himself upright, his eyes not having left Spirit's face even to blink.

"Uh...here," Spirit said, holding out the two towels. After a moment, Stein slowly reached across the distance to receive them. "There's clothes on the counter, uh..."

Spirit realized he needed to give the meister some privacy to change, and he thought quickly.

"I'll go get you something warm to drink. I'll uh...I'll be right back."

Spirit turned and hurried out of the bathroom as quickly as he could, making long strides down the hallway.

The tiny kitchen that could hardly be called such was at the other end of the building, and Spirit didn't want the meister out of his sight for any longer than was necessary just in case there was some delayed danger to whatever cold-induced condition he'd brought upon himself.

As Spirit passed the main entry he took careful steps to avoid the melted snow that had found its way inside from the struggle through the doorway, and then something occurred to him that halted his rush.

He turned and dashed back out into the icy air, his breath catching instantly as cold assaulted his body. He grimaced at the irony that it was now he who was under-dressed and risking himself in the elements, but he picked his way through the piling snow to the bench where the microscope was gathering a larger collection of specimens than it was designed for. Spirit tucked the freezing object safely against his chest and hurried back inside to be free of the snow falling into his face and the chill already seeming to seep into his bones.

He didn't hesitate but to close the door behind him, and then took the microscope the rest of the way down the hall and into the small kitchen.

Inside the narrow room he quickly opened the freezer and considered a moment before pulling out a few boxes of frozen meals left by other students to make space, and then he carefully placed the heavy instrument inside. He turned the freezer's temperature lower and then quickly closed it, blowing into his hands to warm them as he tried to remember his original purpose, his mind still awash with fear.

The microwave dinners on the counter was what returned his focus, and he quickly filled two mugs with water and set them to heat as he considered the beverage options. It took less than ten seconds to decide on tea, considering he didn't even know if there was hot cocoa mix around and he still really didn't want Stein out of his sight any longer than necessary.

Another thought occurred to him as he watched the microwave's timer tick down, and he turned and ran silently on his toes back to the bedroom. Once inside he didn't even look before diving for the box sticking out from beneath Stein's bed, and sure enough it was the box the microscope had been housed in. He carefully removed every delicate glass slide that remained tucked in the Styrofoam, and then cradling them gently, he ran back to the kitchen.

Once there he opened the freezer and carefully brushed a few snow clusters from the microscope onto each slide, including the one still beneath the lens which he removed. He brushed the remaining snow off the instrument into the freezer, and then carefully lifted the heavy device out.

He was methodically drying it with a dish towel as the microwave sounded completion, which he ignored in favor of caring for the delicate equipment. He didn't know for sure that moisture would damage it, but it seemed a fair guess, and he went at its crevices carefully with paper towels until the microwave beeped a second time.

He realized with a jolt that he had left Stein alone for well over five minutes now between all he'd been occupied with, and he hurriedly grabbed the mugs from the microwave and then pocketed a small handful of tea bags and sugar packets from the basket on the counter next to the stove.

He forced himself to keep his pace to a brisk walk this time, mindful of the steaming mugs in his hands. He was so lost in the anxiety of too many what-ifs and the need to hurry, hurry, hurry that he almost bumped into his meister as the younger boy was standing waiting outside their bedroom door, chin dipped low to his chest. Spirit gasped and startled back a step, then hissed as a splash of hot water hit his hand.

The meister had no reaction to Spirit's pain, looking downright sullen in the oversized bathrobe. But Spirit noticed his hands were tucked deeply into the pockets, and his hair was still wet although it showed signs of having been towel-dried.

"Stein..." Spirit breathed, continuing his visual assessment; was he imagining it, or was Stein's skin less blue?

The boy met his eyes through a curtain of damp hair, and Spirit sighed. As ever, his young meister was unreadable, except Spirit knew that somehow, in some measure...Stein was very displeased with him.

"Come on. You're getting into bed."

Spirit carefully gestured with one mug, and he expected to have to put forth an argument, but atypically Stein simply obeyed. Spirit watched for a moment, and then followed the boy a few steps inside the door and pulled it closed with his heel. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until his chest began to burn, and he let the air out slowly in hopes of not drawing Stein's attention.

The meister had paused in the center of the room, clearly making note of all the changes and liberties Spirit had taken before he seemed to resign himself to his fate and climb into his bed. But instead of lying down, Stein shifted his pillows up against the wall to sit and face Spirit's bed and the window on the wall between them. Once he was settled with too many blankets piled atop his lap and tucked up to his chest, hands buried deep inside the cocoon he'd made, he drew his knees up and shifted his eyes to settle on the window. Spirit didn't need to look to know it was still heavily snowing, and his breath hitched again when Stein slowly dragged his dull gaze back to him.

Spirit covered the gesture with a slight cough and then stepped forward to set the mugs on Stein's desk.

"Do you like sugar in your tea? And uh..." He pulled his small hoard from his pocket, some of the packets falling to the floor in the process. "I grabbed... Earl Grey, chamomile, mint, peach oolong... What's oolong..."

"Mint," Stein replied quietly, and Spirit realized it was the first word his partner had spoken since he'd deposited him unhappily in the dorm's bathroom.

"Sugar?" Spirit asked, after putting the tea bag into one mug.

"No, thank you."

The meister's voice was somehow more void of inflection than usual, and Spirit felt his stomach twist in unease as he ripped into one of the packets of sugar for his own mug and poured it in. He realized he'd forgotten to grab any stirring sticks and stepped back to his own desk to procure a pen to use as a substitute. He had decided on the peach oolong, the only other flavor appealing to him being the mint, but apparently he'd given the sole bag to Stein.

When he stepped nearer the meister's bed to hand him the tea, it was a moment before Stein moved to extricate his hands from the blanket-nest he seemed to be burrowing deeper within. His fingers brushed against Spirit's when he wrapped them around the mug's handle and the distinct chill the weapon felt at the contact set his heart racing in fear again. Stein had been under a hot stream of water for at least fifteen minutes if not longer, but he was still cold. Should Spirit have let him stay there longer? Was that even the right thing to do?

Spirit felt his head begin to ache and he rubbed his brow, feeling the pinch of his skin where it twisted in worry. He absently stirred the sugar into his mug with the back of the pen and tried to push his feet out of his boots. The laces were too tight however, and the result was him stumbling against his mostly-stripped bed and barely preventing the tea from spilling as he lost his balance entirely, his knees hitting the floor hard.

He cursed under his breath and then bit his lip in regret. His young meister had likely never heard such foul language, and he shouldn't be the one to introduce him to it.

He set his tea on the windowsill and then reached down to loosen his bootlaces just enough to tug them off, and then pushed himself back on his bed against the wall in a mirror of Stein's pose. The room was still chilled from the window having been open all night, and he shivered despite himself as he drew his knees up high to his chest, tucking his hands under his rear for warmth.

It was only after another shiver that he let his gaze travel across the room to meet his meister's eyes. The boy looked slightly more curious than he had before, but overall he still appeared more detached than the weapon was used to seeing. What Spirit didn't know and wished he did was whether it was just from the upset at his pulling him away from his fun, or if it meant the fun had already had a dire consequence.

"Uh..." Spirit said, feeling suddenly very awkward. Stein lifted his head slightly, sipped from the tea, but his expression didn't change. "Are you, uh... How are you feeling?"

Stein stared at him blankly, and while Spirit thought three months had gotten him used to how unfeeling the meister seemed from his countenance, he realized that it only counted in a predictable context. In class or on a mission, Spirit was learning what to expect. But Stein was about as antisocial as anyone he'd ever met, and it suddenly pressed against his mind just how little he really knew about the boy he lived and partnered with.

"Cold," Stein finally said, so quiet Spirit almost didn't hear.

He looked at just how very small Stein looked wearing the large bathrobe, bundled as deeply into the blankets as he could get while still upright. His hair was looking less wet but still a darker shade of gray than its usual mystifying silver. When he lifted the mug to take another sip of tea, Spirit noted how small the meister's hands were as they clutched tightly to the cup for the extra heat.

He tried not to think of Stein as a child. He hardly thought of himself as more than that, when he was honest with himself. But between the two he was the far elder and more experienced, and as the weapon it was his responsibility to protect his meister. Even from himself.

Spirit glanced away and out at the snow falling less in thick curtains now and more just in scattered flakes, still dense but allowing a view toward the other dormitory buildings before the scene faded into a white haze beyond which he knew the rest of Death City rose up above the sand. But for the moment it was as if the tiny bedroom existed separate from the rest of the world, and Spirit and Stein the only two people in it.

"Have you, ah...ever seen snow before?" Spirit continued, fishing for conversation.

Stein looked up past the rim of the mug again, seeming to analyze Spirit with every question, and then shook his head no.

Spirit swallowed under the scrutiny, and continued. "I've seen it a couple of other times, but...nothing like this."

The red-head shivered again and watched the way the flakes fell, most tiny and notably slower than rain, but others in large clumps that hurried past their smaller companions. It was captivating, and when he turned back to Stein the boy had resumed looking out the window.

"I had hoped we would see it on the assignment to Alaska, but...then that got canceled," Spirit said, dropping his gaze to the gray of his jeans.

There was still only silence in response, and this time Spirit let it linger, only briefly lifting his eyes a couple of times to find Stein still watching the display through the window. The curiosity in the boy's eyes had turned to something deeper; there was a longing now, and endless questions racing somewhere behind the brilliant, green eyes.

Spirit's gaze snapped up to focus as he realized with a flood of relief that the clarity was returning to Stein's vision. It had to be a sign, he hoped, that the surprise winter wasn't going to steal the life of his young meister after all.

The red-head looked at the window again and sniffed once, his nose starting to run due to the cold air in the room. The wonder and beauty of the snowfall began to fade as he considered again the terrifying possibilities of what could have happened. Suddenly the soft, white landscape seemed just as barren as the desert sands.

And yet...

"I'm sorry."

When he looked away from the window Stein was watching him, his brow risen in slight surprise. Spirit dropped his gaze as he shivered, moving his arms to wrap around himself and tuck his fingers under his armpits. He focused on the lines of denim across his knees as his eyes burned with the threat of tears, hoping that in saving his young meister he hadn't irreparably damaged their relationship when it had hardly started.

It was true they had been able to resonate practically immediately upon partnering, surprising everyone except Lord Death. But Spirit knew that the road ahead of them would require far more from them both than the superficial connection they had made so far. And in dealing so harshly with the boy, he could have undone their three months together and hurt the chances for their future.

"I'm not sorry for saving you, Stein. I was just so scared, and... Your face was all..." He gestured briefly to the still-unhealthy hue to the boy's skin. "But I... I probably could have...done that differently... And, you're not stupid. I shouldn't have said that. Sorry."

He didn't look up, only pressed further back against the wall and tucked one set of toes under the other in search for warmth as he became more aware of the chill to the room. He suddenly realized that since all of the students had been expected to go home, the heating had likely been shut off to the dormitory. That, in addition to his window having been open all night to the unexpected winter weather, explained the bitter chill he was feeling in the usually comfortable room. It wouldn't reach dangerous temperatures, but it was still a bit much for the simple jeans and t-shirt Spirit had hurried into after waking.

Stein didn't reply, and Spirit sniffled again, grateful the cold air at least gave him an excuse as he fought back tears. His mind began racing with a whole new set of horrible fears. What if Stein decided he didn't want to be his partner after this?

"You didn't need to give me your blankets and pillows."

Spirit sniffled again and looked up. Stein was watching him and the weapon studied his blue-gray pallor, the rising brightness in his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat as concerns of illness rose and shook his head.

"You need them more than me."

Spirit had no sooner rested his cheek—the uninjured one—on his knee, than he heard faint slurping across the room. He raised his head again to see Stein tilting the mug all the way back and finishing the tea, after which he settled his head back against the wall, continuing to clutch the now-empty mug. He shivered.

Spirit frowned and considered offering to microwave another mug, and then looked at his own forgotten tea on the windowsill. Steam was still rising from the liquid.

He slowly uncurled himself from against the wall, feeling the little warmth he had gathered seep away in seconds as he slid his feet back to the floor and picked up the mug.

"Here, I didn't drink any," he said when he offered it, Stein's brow rising, and then, "...Oh."

He pulled out the pen he'd used to stir the sugar in and frowned, making a mental note for the future that Stein preferred his tea without the sweetener. After a moment the boy reached out with a shaking hand and they exchanged mugs. Spirit set the used one on Stein's desk with the pen inside before turning back toward his bed.

"You can sit here."

Spirit stopped and looked at the meister, blinking in confusion as he failed to process the words.

"What?"

There was silence for a moment, the weapon watching the meister's small hands clutching tightly to the cup for the warmth it provided as he sipped the steaming liquid. Then the green-eyed gaze rose again.

"You can sit here, too."

Spirit's mind slowly pieced the meaning of the words together, his brow rising in surprise as he considered. It wasn't the sort of offer he would have expected from the meister in any typical situation, and especially not after he'd manhandled him indoors and ordered him around. But he was growing too cold too fast to find any reason to protest, and after a moment he climbed onto the bed and pulled the blankets back to tuck himself in next to Stein, his back against the wall and a few inches of space between them.

Stein tugged one of the pillows from behind him and pushed it toward the weapon, and Spirit gratefully shoved it behind his back, his spine instantly feeling the relief. He adjusted the blankets perhaps more than was necessary, making sure Stein still had enough to bury as deeply beneath them as he wanted, but grateful for the added warmth immediately.

The view out the window wasn't nearly as good as it was from his own bed, but at least Stein had the better position to continue watching the snowfall. He peripherally observed the meister take another tentative sip of the tea, purse his lips at the taste, and then balance the mug on his knees, both hands still wrapped tightly around it.

Spirit sighed lightly. If nothing else, at least it would help keep Stein's hands warm.

"Thanks," Spirit said quietly, suddenly finding he couldn't meet the meister's eyes. After the way he'd treated him, Stein's kindness was startling, and he wasn't sure how to respond other than accept the offered protection from the cold and continue to hope the younger boy would be all right.

"My microscope cost almost three hundred dollars."

Spirit was startled by the non sequitur and turned to look at the meister. The boy's eyes, definitely no longer glazed, were hardened in the way they looked when they were in class and he was frustrated by something their professor was saying. Spirit swallowed nervously just before words bubbled out of him faster than his brain could keep up.

"I was very careful, I promise! I didn't touch the lenses and I got every crevice. I even went over it twice to make sure it was dry!"

Stein had turned to look at him during the rush of words, and it took Spirit a moment to realize his expression had changed. The hardness had left his eyes, his usual aloofness now the dominant expression, but there was question and curiosity and surprise hidden beneath it. The boy's lips were parted, his jaw ever so slightly slack as he stared unblinking back at Spirit. The intensity of it startled Spirit so much that his words stopped for a moment before he licked his dry lips and fumbled for something else to say.

"And I...I put snow on each slide for you to look at later. They're in the freezer, I turned it down so they shouldn't melt. Sorry I... I should have asked before touching your things. I'm sorry."

Spirit licked his lips again and looked down. He should apologize for going through Stein's clothing too, he knew, but he was suddenly feeling very self-conscious and like he was the one under the lens of a microscope as Stein continued staring at him.

He thought the three months had gone well, all things considered. He wasn't used to being around someone as stoic as the partner he'd been assigned, but he had been trying very hard to learn what made the boy tick and how to be the best partner he could, responding to the meister's quirks and for the most part simply staying out of his way since privacy was what Stein seemed to value most. And Spirit had violated that repeatedly that morning.

He suddenly felt a yawn coming and restrained the action with effort. As his heart raced with the excess of nerves he glanced over to check the time on Stein's alarm clock on his small nightstand. It was just after eight o'clock. He chewed some of the dry skin from his lower lip and considered how to voice the question pressing against his mind after the embarrassing outburst of moments before.

It turned out he didn't have to, because when he turned back he found Stein had been following his gaze.

"I was outside before seven," Stein offered.

Something was different about his tone, and Spirit shifted his gaze to meet his partner's. Stein's expression had changed again to something the weapon had never seen and didn't know how to interpret. His eyes had lost the hardness almost entirely and seemed to be seeking something. Before Spirit could even try to figure it out, Stein surprised him again by handing him the mug of tea. He took a sip and then immediately a larger swallow as the liquid coated his throat, soothing some of the strain he hadn't realized was there as he continued worrying.

When he returned the cup to let Stein keep using it to warm his hands, his fingers brushed against the meister's cooler ones. He frowned at the contact and looked away, his gaze flitting between the window and the clock as he worried.

He wanted to believe that Stein would be fine. But he'd been out in the snow for over an hour and his hands were still cold, despite the heat of the shower, despite having been wrapped around the mugs of hot tea for several minutes.

Spirit felt the sting of coming tears again. He bit his cheeks in attempt to fight off the instinct, let his eyes dart over the room in search of some anchor that would help distract him from the fears and anxiety swirling through his soul. But just as he felt his emotions would collapse, Stein surprised him once more.

"I'm sorry I hit you."

Spirit's brow rose. He had nearly forgotten about the glancing punch and lifted his fingers to lightly press to his cheek. The flesh was tender, but it was nothing like the hits he'd taken in their combat classes or on missions. Of course those were different too, having been taken in weapon form.

"It's okay," he answered.

Stein was looking up at him almost like he'd never seen him before. The curiosity in his eyes was different somehow—not the clinical gaze he favored most things with, nor the apathy that came after the boy determined something held no value to him. There seemed to be almost more color to his eyes as they remained locked on the weapon's, and fascinated by the meister appearing so human, Spirit held his gaze.

The fear that had been consuming him changed somehow, under the inquisitive look that Stein had set upon him. The situation no longer felt hopeless or beyond control. In fact, the way his meister was looking at him now, his eyes held perhaps more life than Spirit had ever seen.

"Hey, ah..." he said, his voice quivering suddenly from an emotion he couldn't place. "When you're feeling better, maybe we could have a snowball fight."

Confusion joined the curiosity that Stein had fixed him with.

"...Snowball fight?"

Spirit smiled. "Yeah. You make balls out of the snow, and throw them at each other. For fun. Snowball fight."

Stein finally blinked, once, but didn't break eye contact. The intensity of his gaze was starting to feel unnerving, but Spirit found he couldn't look away. Not when he was so worried. And not after the long months of trying so hard to understand the enigmatic, private boy. Something had finally seemed to spur the beginnings of a mutual connection, and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity.

"Or...or maybe build a snowman?" he suggested, realizing suddenly that throwing hard-packed snow at his meister after nearly freezing was probably not a good idea, even if it would be several hours later. "I've always wanted to play in the snow..."

Stein continued to stare at him. He offered the tea to Spirit again, who took it and only sipped from the mug this time, not wanting to steal away the hot liquid that was helping Stein warm his hands. He held the eye contact, and Stein didn't so much as blink even after the mug was handed back.

Spirit began to feel self-conscious under the meister's gaze, though he couldn't determine why. He reached up to run his fingers through his hair and watched Stein's eyes follow the motion, linger on the spot where he'd briefly scratched his head, and then slowly return to his face again.

"O-Or...if you just want to play with your microscope, that's fine too. We don't have to play together, if you don't want to. I was just thinking—"

"Okay."

The train of Spirit's thoughts that had started running out of control was suddenly halted.

"Huh?"

"A snowball fight sounds interesting."

Stein abruptly handed the mug back to Spirit, who blinked and sipped from it obediently; the tea had begun to cool. Stein's eyes finally left Spirit's face, and he buried his hands under the blanket and tucked it up higher to his chin as he turned his gaze toward the window.

Spirit looked back to find that the snow was falling in thick curtains again. If Stein did feel up to going out later, at least there would be no lack of the stuff to play in.

He leaned his head back against the wall, sipped the sweet tea again, and sighed. He felt Stein look up at him, but he kept his gaze on the window. Part of him wanted to fill the space with talk about the few times he'd seen snow in the past, but a wave of tiredness was hitting him rapidly. For once the best choice seemed simply to remain silent. He was sure Stein would appreciate it.

His eyelids began to feel heavy as he stared at the continuous rain of white flakes that left the room feeling small and isolated, and he realized he was no longer focusing on holding the mug. He swallowed down the last of the cooling liquid and then reached to set the mug down on Stein's nightstand. He knew he shouldn't doze off sitting in the meister's bed, especially since he should still be watching him to make sure his health wasn't in jeopardy. But the snowfall was hypnotic, and coupled with the sugar and the rising warmth from the blankets, and probably an adrenaline crash, it was suddenly very hard to keep his eyes open.

"It's pretty."

Spirit blinked and glanced down, surprised to hear the quiet voice. Stein was watching the unusual weather, but then looked up to meet his eyes again. His expression was still curious and seemed more relaxed somehow. The usual, calculating tension was absent from his jaw and forehead, and his green-eyed gaze—brighter now—slowly slid back to the window when Spirit didn't say anything.

Spirit was the one to stare now, noticing that Stein looked less tense overall. Only his head and shoulders were visible above the blankets, but he wasn't holding himself coiled up anymore the way he so often did, like a snake ready to strike. An ease that Spirit wasn't sure he'd ever before seen in the boy had settled over him, and he looked far more his young age as he looked out the window, his thoughts apparently having drifted back to scientific interests rather than being upset with the weapon.

"Yeah," Spirit said.

Stein glanced up briefly, as if expecting more, then returned his gaze to the snowfall. And then, wide-eyed and curious as he appeared staring out at the world of white, he yawned.

Spirit slowly let his head rest against the wall again as he watched his meister, and he smiled.

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whoreforhorror · 1 year

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I just wanna say I absolutely love you’re writing! :0 can you do like a spiritual s/o who who does all the crystals, tarot cards, Incense and smug sticks, and is like in between a hippie and goth and wears platforms all the time.

With Bo, Vincent, and Brahms?

I love this request so much! This is very much like me as well, so I had a great time imagining how the boys would react! Also, I’m so glad you like my writing and thank you for the request!

Spiritual S/O

Bo Sinclair

Bo can’t stand the smell of incense and smudge sticks for a long time. He’ll try to make you contain it to one room, but eventually he’ll get desensitized to it. He’ll still bitch about it from time to time, but only if it’s a bad-smelling incense (to him). You’ll know which ones he does and doesn’t like based on how much he complains about them.

If he finds one incense that he really likes or that you really like (which would make him associate the smell with you), he’ll take a few for the auto shop in town to burn when he’s particularly stressed.

He’d doubt tarot cards for a while, but he’ll watch you do readings and he’ll slowly become more and more interested. He’d watch you from a ways away, in a chair or something pretty much across the room. If you offer to let him come closer, he’ll refuse. He doesn’t want to seem interested but he definitely is. He’ll also do the dad thing where he’ll have been walking by and sees you doing a reading, then proceeds to stand and watch you do it, saying that he can’t stay or sit down because he’s busy but he winds up watching the whole thing anyways.

He’d ask for a reading for the hell of it. He’d be kind of douchey about it, making jokes and not taking it seriously. But, once his reading has been done and he starts to see things that line up with the reading, he’ll start to believe. It’ll take four readings max for him to fully believe in tarot cards.

He’d see online that tarot cards can attract spirits and would definitely have a mini-freakout. He’s going to wake up and think there’s a ghost in the corner of the room (and then proceed to make you cleanse the room for his well-being). He’ll also try to make you do your practice in one of the abandoned houses around town. If you take him up on the offer, you’ll have all the space you could ever want. If you don’t take him up on the offer, he’ll eventually let you have an alter area somewhere in the house, but definitely not in the bedroom. You can assure him a thousand times that he’ll be fine but he’ll always be subconsciously worried about ghosts.

He’s not going to understand the crystals either. Why would you want a whole bunch of rocks? He wouldn’t fight you as much on the crystals in comparison to the previous things, though. He’ll keep an eye out for rocks he thinks are cool or that you’ll like and will give them to you from time to time. He’d try to play it off as him just wanting the rocks out of his walking paths, but he definitely stared at each rock for half an hour, deciding if you’d like it or not. He still doesn’t really get the difference between crystals and rocks but he does care.

He’s going to pick at you for your fashion taste for a while after you both have met. He’s a mean s.o.b. to people that don’t know him, or really, he’s mean to everyone but especially to people he doesn’t know well. He’ll call you ‘witch’ or ‘rags’ for a long time, and will only really stop if you confront him about it. He likes the way you dress because he’s only ever really seen the style on you, so it always reminds him of you if he sees something similar to what you would wear.

If a victim has clothes that Bo thinks are your style, he’ll give them to you after they’re taken care of. You might have to let him know what exactly you do and don’t like because you’ll run the risk of ending up with a closet full of stuff that doesn’t really go with your style.

He always comments on how “One of these days you’re going to trip in them damned boots” and how he’s “gonna laugh when it happens”. If you do actually fall on any of the uneven ground while he’s within eyeshot, his reaction is going to depend on how deep y’all are in the relationship. Early on, he’ll keep up his promise to laugh at you. He’ll still help you up if he’s close, but he’ll basically brush it off. Further into the relationship, he’ll probably just try to help you up and ask if you’re alright. He’s going to try and convince you to not wear platforms out in the town, but if you do he’s not going to do anything about it if you don’t.

The only time he’ll have an issue with the platforms is if they make you taller than him. He’s 6ft 1in (1.85m) so it’s not like it’s impossible but depending on your height it might be hard to find platforms that tall. Either way, he will start an argument about your shoes if you’re taller than him. He’s very much in the “I’m a man which means I’m taller” mentality and you being taller than him (even if it’s just because of shoes) would make him feel emasculated. Either you both aren’t going to be around each other much that day or you're changing your shoes. The only exception to this is if you’re naturally taller than him. Then he’ll point out that you’re already tall enough and don’t need any help with height.

Overall, he’s supportive of your spirituality and your spiritual journey. As long as he knows that he’s not going to be possessed, the house won’t be haunted, and he won’t get cursed, he’s just fine.

Vincent Sinclair

He is so into the whole thing. Tarot cards, incense, crystals, the fashion. He eats up every single drop and is back in line for seconds.

He’ll design you tarot cards. Any style you want, he’ll make it and find a way to have them professionally printed (whether he does it himself or commissions someone else to make it). He’ll be anxious to show them to you, because he really wants to impress you, and making art for you is one of his biggest love languages.

He’ll love to draw you while you do your readings. He thinks you look positively magical and wants to capture every single second. He’ll fill sketchbooks just with drawings of you doing your practice.

He hasn’t really had the chance to smell them before, but he’s quite fond of the smell of smudge sticks and incense! The whole town smells like death and using air fresheners and perfumes smell too strongly of chemicals. He’ll always want to have incense lit, and he’d sculpt you different holders if you’d let him! If you’re down, he’d love to make incense with you! He’d set up a whole station for it in the corner of the basement if you’d let him.

Being around the smell of incense for a while, Vincent gets the idea to start adding smells to the wax for his projects. The earth smell they have goes really well with his art style and makes it so much more realistic, he thinks.

He likes to look at the different crystals you have and adores hearing you tell him about each one and why you have them. He’ll test himself while you’re out, trying his hardest to remember each crystal, the differences between them, and what each one is used for.

Give him a necklace with a crystal on it. Do it. He’ll never take it off. Not only is he flattered that you’re giving him anything, but giving him a gift that will help with creativity, luck, protection, or anything really is just enough to make his heart melt. It solidifies that you care about him every bit as much as he cares about you. He’ll play with the necklace while he’s really concentrated, and will tuck it away while there are visitors so there’s no chance of him losing it.

He can’t get enough of your style either! He especially loves any flowy clothes you wear, because they both make an excellent subject to study for drawings and add to your already ethereal qualities. He might will definitely steal some of your clothes if he can. If he can’t he’s going to adopt a style similar to yours with his own wardrobe. He is a bit worried that you’ll fall if you wear your platforms in the basement, because it really isn’t that clean, but he loves them overall.

He’d join you in your spiritualism eventually. He’ll work with you side-by-side and would find that those moments are some of his favorites. When he joins you, expect to have custom EVERYTHING. Clothes, tarot cards, incense, holders, the works. He’ll even start an herb garden for the both of you if it’s something you’d use.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms isn’t really sure what to think when he sees the different aspects of your practice. His parents weren’t very open and accepting people so they definitely would have put it in his head that spiritual practices were satanic. Before you knew he was there, he’d steal your tools in an attempt to get you to stop.

After he reveals himself to you, he’ll begrudgingly give you your things back, but will throw a fit any time you try to work. He especially doesn’t like smudging and tarot readings. You’ll have to explain everything to him, and walk him through your practice and beliefs. That’s really the only way to get him comfortable with spiritual practices.

He doesn’t like the smell of incense around the house for a while but will adjust pretty quickly. Just be sure he knows not to touch the lit end because he WILL burn himself on accident if you don’t. He does like the smell of them within the walls though. They’re not chemical smelling like perfumes and air fresheners but are strong enough to mask the smell of dust that coats every part of the walls. You’re going to have to teach him how to use them properly before the house burns down… again.

He likes to look at the different pictures on your tarot cards and will try to take the ones he finds particularly interesting. It’ll turn into a fight when you try to get them back, so you might have to either figure out how to reprimand him, work without that card, or get a new deck.

He’ll want you to do a reading for him before bed some nights, when he’s comfortable with your practice. He doesn’t like surprises so he finds comfort in being able to have insight into important upcoming events.

He does really get into crystals. He’ll want you to tell him all about each crystal. He wants to know each one’s characteristics, different ways it can present itself, its properties, what you use it for, and more. Eventually, there’d be several books on crystals and rocks that have made their home on the heelshire bookshelves. They become some of his favorites to have you read to him. He’s also going to want his own crystals. If you won’t let him take yours, at least get him some. Pretty please, for him?

Brahms thinks your clothes are a bit sloppy at first but grows to like it. He’s used to the strict, professional styles that his parents wore day in and day out. He takes quite well to layering flowy fabrics as well. He likes the way they shift and move, and thinks that it makes you look like you’re gliding. He’s going to try on your clothes while you’re busy or asleep. He wants to twirl in the flowy fabrics. If he doesn’t fit… well, he’s going to get upset and rip them. Sorry. If it helps, he’ll feel bad about it after he calms down. Maybe you should get him a long skirt? He won’t wear it when he knows you’re around, because he thinks it’s embarrassing and “not something a boy should do” (more of his parents’ ideologies), but he’ll be overjoyed and giggling as he frolics in his own room in the walls.

The thing he doesn’t like most art the platforms. They’re loud and you can’t really help the stomping because of the vast amounts of wooden flooring. While he appreciates being able to find you easier, he overall finds them too loud and annoying. He’s going to either ask you to not wear them or will just steal them and refuse to give them back. If you buy more, he’ll steal those too.

He won’t ever really believe in spirituality like you do, but he’ll avoid interrupting you while you work, as long as you follow the schedule.

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sunnydayroleplay · 1 year

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Could you do Joseph and Jack with a mc who has a alt/grunge style? I'm talking piercings, double platform boots, ripped clothes, cool makeup, stuff like that. Only if you have the time or feel comfortable. Hope you have a good day/night

Sweet and simple, gotta love those.

I also saw your DM saying to add Shaun and Jean, so don't worry dearie, they're in there too~!

And with that, let’s write.

Contents Inside: Soft Flirting, Ear nipping, Neck kisses, Love Marking, Use of Sunshine, Baby, etc.., Sight jealousy…

18- DNI, this is a NSFW post and so is the game it is based off of. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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Joseph

Joseph doesn’t really know the term “alternative fashion”, but he definitely dresses the part.

Those slick, hand stiched rose boots of his..

The chains and rounded studs all over his pants.

The beautifully well taken care of his.

His tattoos, his occasional necklace..

He’s not over the top, but he’s a big deal.

While he isn’t used to extreme fashion, such as full on gothic, or full kawaii-core, he’s open minded.

You’re having fun, and it aint bothering him, so why should he care?

Would he try out some of the styles himself?

Probably not, but if his sweetheart was into that sort of thing, he’d support 100%.

Not like he has any room to judge anyhow.

It was late in the afternoon when Joseph came home from work.

Stains of his red clown makeup still visible on his cheek and nose, his eyes droopy.

What he wants most right now is a well deserved cigarette and some lovin’ from his baby.

Slugging his bag over his distressed shoulders, he sloppily opened his bedroom door.

He quickly got himself all changed before he went out with you for the night.

You officially got to know him while you were on break and he was as well.

Slowly but surely you got to know him better, and you’re going on your first date with the guy.

Due to your work’s dresscode, you couldn’t wear platforms and your extreme sense of style at work, so no one had really known.

Boy, was he in for a shock.

After about a half hour, you received a knock on your door.

Excited, you answered it, and stood in the doorway was that same brown hair, muscle man.

You were decked out in your attire.

Piercings ranging from your septum, industrial, lip

Your platforms that damn well made you now only a few inches shorter than him.

Joseph was quite shocked.

He was surprised and slightly intimidated in a good way.

He pulled you closer by your waist.

Your noses touching as he looked at youu tenderly.

“Why aren’t you just peachy~ You’re beautiful.”

“Awh, don’t say thattt~”

“It’s true, you’re stunning!”

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. extending out his arm for grabs.

“Shall we?”

You grab his arm all blushy.

He pressed his mouth closely to your ear, whispering softly inside.

“You’re gonna flush a guy to deathh~”

He gently kisses the tips of your ear after he finishes talking to you.

The way his lips felt was heavenly.

It was warm and filled you with such joy.

You wanna see what more can do after the date~

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Jack

Jack was your bestest friend!

He loved you no matter what you were into.

As long as it wasn’t illegal and it wasn’t hurting you in any way, shape, or form, he was all for it!!

Jack loves being your biggest supporter for anything.

And your fashion choices were not an exception.

The first time he’d ever seen you with your crazed and teased hair, your chunky platforms, he wasn’t used to it that’s for sure.

Despite his shock, he loved it.

“Sunshine! You look so cool!”

“How do you get your hair to do that?”

“How tall do those boots make you?!”

“Do they not hurt?”

Jack asked question after question because he was genuinely interested in his sunspots interests.

He acted like a dog scratching and jumping at the front door when you promised to take them out for a walk.

It was sweet how he wanted to know everything.

The hows, whats, and whys.

You gave him a big hug, and he just squeezed you.

He picked you up off your feet from his big bear hug and he showered your face with kisses, not caring if he got some of your makeup onto him.

You had a nice laugh whenever he kissed your cheeks, lips and neck.

He just loves to love you!

Picking up that yellow gloved hand, he pushed some hair out of the way that he messed up hugging and kissing you, and he tried his best to fix it.

He's extremely supportive.

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Jean

Personally, Jean doesn't care nor pays any sort of attention to what anyone wears.

..Depending.

If Jean doesn't like an outfit someone's wearing, he'll just quietly side eye and sneer in private.

If he saw his lover in an outfit he's not too particularly fond over..

Such as crazed and messed up hair..

Shoes that make you twice his own size, which only worsened his insecurities..

Your rather.. interesting sense of style if you want to put it simply.

He's not too fond of it, and he'll tell you.

"Wh- What is that?! Change, now."

Most likely, it's because it's too flashy, and he wants to be the only person looking at you, not random pedestrians staring as you walk side to side.

It's a jealously thing.

Or if the outfit is particularly revealing? Oh hon, don't even mention the possibility of wearing it in public.

You and your beautiful body are his.

You're his, and he's yours.

You are not to be shared with anyone else who isn't worthy to be kissing and loving up on your body.

Only he is.

"Where do you think you're going wearing that?"

If you don't change your outfit, he'd pin you against a wall.

Oh, he'd shower your neck and stomach all with beautiful kisses and hickeys.

In general, any bare skin with his own love-marking. So that everyone that were to walk by the two of you, know you're his.

"Baby..you're mine. I don't want all these scrubs of "men" staring at what my treasure is~ I don't need anyone stealing it~"

He doesn't mean to hate on your outfit choices, he secretly enjoys them.

He just wants everyone to get a little hint.

And don't you forget it.

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Shaun

I mean, look at him.

Really?

How do you think he's gonna react.

How do you think he's REALLY gonna react?

He's into alternative styling of course.

Maybe not the same sub-type or category, but he loves it.

When you first went all out for him to go out somewhere special, he was so happy.

"Oh my god. You look amazing! Wow!"

"When did you get into [Insert category of fashion] styles?"

"You look absolutely stunning."

Shaun was somehow even more head over heels for you.

He asked questions, you asked questions back.

It became this new topic that you could both share opinions on.

Shaun asked you to dress him up in your style.

You asked him to dress you up in his style.

You learned more about the history of your guys' fashion styles.

Shaun would bring you out shopping for matching jewelry, piercings, tattoos.. matching everything.

Even if you weren't into stuff like that, he loved you so much.

The two of you explored more common middle grounds off fashion.

He loved finding this new part of you.

The only thing he's really upset about is that he didn't find out sooner!

Christmas and birthday shopping would've been a hell of a lot easier.

#jacktor #sdj jack #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #sunny day jack #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack joseph #sunny day jack roleplay #sdj jean #swwsdj shaun #sdj shaun #sdj shaun x reader #sdj jean x reader #sdj joseph x reader #sdj jack x reader

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class-1b-bull · 8 months

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What’s every clsss member’s strange/unique fashion choice? You don’t have to go off their character sheets, just go with your gut.

Not proofread we die like men

Also at some point when I wrote this it turned into how I thought they would dress before I saw their cannon outfit but oh well its kinda the same headcanon its just worded differently :>

Awase - his cannon outfit works well with him tbh but I feel like he would unironically wear a full neon orange fit.

Sen - the only thing I can see him wearing is a hoodie and jeans. Not even that honestly, jeans is too much work for him he just spends the whole day in sweat pants and a t shirt lmao

Kamakiri - even before i looked up their casual fits for a previous post I thought Kamakiri would dress the way he does lol.

Kuroiro - his entire wardrobe is just black hoodies and jeans except one outfit which is the most over the top fit you have ever seen. It takes him and 3 hours to get it on but its worth it

Kendo - even her canon outfit I cant see her wearing all that much. I like it but I dont think it really fits her but at the same time I cant think of anything that I think would fit her. Maybe ripped jeans and a turtleneck idkidk

Kodai - i honestly cant see her in anything exsept her skirt and turtleneck combo. It works well for her and her style.

Komori - i honestly thought she would wear cute but simple dresses that ended around her knees or something but her cannon outfit is so much cooler.

Shiozaki - id like to see her in sundresses or something of the sort. Those long ass dresses that are kinda plain and reaches her ankles but theyre pretty anyway. Ykyk.

Shishida - the only thing that he would wear other than his cannon outfit is a full blown tux. I can 100% see him dressing up to go to a fucking mcdonalds. Its just everyday wear to him

Shoda - I cant explain it but I imagined him dressing either like a dad whos in the middle of his mid life crisis or a ceo of a big company. And somehow his canon casual outfit is a mix of the two lmao

Pony - i imagined her in her canon outfit honestly. Not the exact outfit but a crop top and jeans with a few light accessories here and there ykyk

Tsubaraba - ya know those stupid ass t shirts that say dumb shit like 'i have mental Illinois' with Illinois badly photoshopped into a brain. His entire wardrobe is stuff like that

Tetsutetsu - the only thing he wears is t shirts and sweat pants. Jeans if its a special event. He thinks his style is cool so thats all that matters.

Tokage - i really like her cannon outfit and all its all I can see her in honestly. Her style fits her really well.

Manga - i really like the way he dresses cannonly but I cant shake the thought of his entire wardrobe either being hand painted t shirts and hoodies or it all just being tie dye

Honenuki - i honestly have no idea. I have let this ask marinate in my drafts for a couple days and I can not figure out what the hell this dude would wear. Even his cannon outfit I cant really see him wearing. He is a void of any style in my mind and I hate it.

Bondo - his canon casual attire is atrocious but its the only thing i can see him wearing honestly. But id like to see him in one of those massive oversized hoodies and just some jeans honestly.

Monoma - i want him to dress in the most over the top outfits the world has ever seen. I want him to walk out of the dorms looking like a fucking peacock each day (but he makes it work)

Reiko - i see her in jeans and a hoodie more than anything else. She just wears that 90% of the time and like once a month she will show up with the coolest outfit you have ever seen.

Rin - im sure he would like more oversized and comfortable clothes that are good at keeping him warm but I wanna see him in a black sleeveless turtleneck and those baggy pants with like 20 pockets

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So Janort your my clown knowledge mutual so do you have any tips to dress as a clown (or anything similar) this Halloween?

Yep! Thank you for the ask, I’ll share my best advice!

There are multiple ways to achieve a clown look, the 2 big ones are to order a premade costume from a Halloween store, or build your own out of outfits you already have. You could also commission a custom costume or sew your own (expensive), but you obviously don’t have to.

Personally, I don’t think buying a premade clown costume is for me, but the pros are that you get the whole package for a cheap price, and you don’t have to think very hard about it. Unfortunately that also comes with all the downsides of buying cheap Halloween costumes, the itchy material, smelly and dull makeup, ect.

To piece together your own costume without too much crafting or sewing, here’s a few things I’d recommend:

-figure out how you wanna do your face, clown makeup is hard to pull off unless you’ve got real face paint and can paint on your own face, (I cannot lol) most novelty face paints are very bad quality and need white base layers to show up well. I like to wear clown masks. you can get a plain plastic mask and paint clown features on it with acrylic, it cost very little and will last for the whole night even if you don’t seal it with varnish or whatever. You can also find premade clown masks at Halloween stores I think, I just prefer to make my own.

-find your brightest, most obnoxious clothes. Anything with patterns, plaid, stripes dots, rainbows, neons, graphic prints. Vests lend themselves to a clown aesthetic as well.

-mix those patterns in the most obnoxious way, plaid over stripes, polka dot shorts over pajama pants, whatever you want. Layer to your hearts content.

-use clothes in whatever way you want, not necessarily how they were meant to be used. Pin a skirt into a scarf, tie a sock as a bracelet, wear a shirt as a sash.

-find some accessories, silly rings, Mardi Gras style necklaces, cool gloves, earrings if you have piercings, pins/brooches, a cape if you want, a hat (dollar stores have nice birthday hats that go with clown costumes), a bag, two bags, ect. Pin whatever you want to any part of your outfit, a belt works well, tie small stuffed animals or toys on there, you can also buy a cheap hat and hot glue stuff onto it. Anything goes.

-you can get a cheap wig from party city or online if you’d like

-if you don’t like how the outfits looking, shuffle it up however many times you want to.

-and lastly, be silly, have fun!

#clownblr #clown posting #clowns #clowncore #Halloween #:o)#clown

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lightningthunderstorm · 8 months

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My problem with Sarada’s timeskip outfit

I wasn’t going to do this but with the number of times i have seen that outfit on my FY page on other platforms, I kinda wanna gauge my eyes out.

But I’ll refrain from that and explain why I don’t like it. If you like it that’s your thing.

I won’t be too mean so let’s get to the Pros first.

- This is Ikemoto’s own flare and I respect that. Kishimoto did encourage him to do this own thing rather than copy his style, and he’s doing it, so that’s a plus.

- It helps separate Kishi’s and Ike’s work better.

- It’s kinda cool and fashionable once you get use to it. The outfit is also a continuation of her pre timeskip ( which is also problematic for me)

However, for me the Cons outweighs the Pros about 3 times at least

1. It doesn’t suit Sarada as a person.

She’s quite level-headed and practical since the beginning of the series. Sarada also doesn’t express her emotions openly. She’s not much of a fashion gal who needs to dress cute and sexy all the time as well.

She’s also a responsive and active girl.

As we know, outfit is a big part of character design, it shows the readers part of the character’s characteristics, and we can understand which vibes they gonna give off.

Heels and loose jackets don’t help indicate the activeness, maturity and seriousness that Sarada has.

The jacket and the shoes being big and heavy don’t indicate a powerful taijutsu user who has Chidori ( a technique that is speed based) as one of her arsenal.

Various accessories don’t show a girl who is efficient and analytical right on the spot.

So a drippy and ngl sexy outfit doesn’t help showing what kind of person she actually is.

2. The design doesn’t match the world building

Yes this is peace time, yes it is also a fantasy world, but Naruto character designs have always been more functionalities oriented. Tell me you look at a basic jounin outfit and say it doesn’t scream life bulletproof jacket.

However it’s still a fantasy so not everything has to 100% be functionalism because if that’s the case then they’ll all wear bulletproof jackets.

If you see the main designs of each period you can see how it evolved over time: from samurai-ish armor to bulletproof style jacket and lighter version of it in Boruto time.

This problem comes in 2 parts

- It hinders Sarada’s very own power

She has her mother’s strength and her father’s ninjutsu, which requires her being fast and active. A big bomber jacket which is always fallen on one shoulder ( and stay there with all of her movements smh ) doesn’t help her very physical fighting style.

And you better tell me how this kind of sleeves does not hinder her hands’ signs, esp the thumbs.

- The design contradicts a very crucial element of Naruto’s clothing design: Maneuverability

This one is quite a controversial and people have screamed left and right about this so I’ll just argue some stuff they said

1. Heels are not a problem. She can fight in heels since there were other women in Naruto did that.

Yes and no.

Yes theoretically she can. However Sarada as an active teen Chunin won’t do that.

The famous examples of women who fight in heels were Mei, Tsunade and Konan. However Konan often turns herself into paper and she floats/ flies a lot so she didn’t even need her legs as much lol.

Mei and Tsunade are straight up Kages, they don’t have to fight that often. And when they have to fight, it’s either ambush or a sudden wtf thing appears out of nowhere.

If you look at every Chunin girl designs, none of them fight in heels. Especially those taijutsu specials aka Tenten, Hinata and her mom!

2. There are ppl who wear long coats but still can fight so can she. ( aka the Akatsuki and Hinata)

The coat is part of the character designs to help gives off a cool, dangerous and mysterious vibe for the new villain, so that the readers can be hooked and keep reading.

Still the coat is quite easy to move in even when it’s zipped up.

The lower part ( idk what to call it ) can still split apart after that.

Hinata has a big jacket but it’s to show her shyness and introverted nature, and she zips that shit up wtf.

Summary:

I guess my very main problem is that it doesn’t suit Sarada’s very own character, the others are just favour to the main dishes.

Thank you for reading till the end. I’m also happy to hear other takes on this.

#opinon #naruto #boruto #boruto timeskip #boruto next generation #boruto two blue vortex #design problems #the pre timeskip is also very problematic #she was 12 get a grip #12 didnt dress like that #and sakura is her mom wth #sarada timeskip #sarada uchiha

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can we get a mm tmnt (all of them or just Donnie if you don’t wanna write all of them) with a super trad goth reader, like with super teased out hair, blatformes, lots of eyeliner. And maybe she has a weird hobby like taxidermy or bone collecting. I love you’re work btw💗💗💗

this request was interesting because the way you described the reader is like really similar to a friend I have except she's not exactly goth it's more like alt/indie rock aesthetic but she literally collects so many bones (I love her sm fr she is just a fragile little creature)

also I appreciate the compliments!! I almost always have a problem with my works, so it's nice to know people still like it

anyways hope you enjoy! 🧡

Leo:

Leo likes your outfits, but he’s more impressed with how well you pull it off. All that black, yet you still wear it so well. He’s curious about how you do your makeup, so if he gets the chance, he’ll sit next to you and watch you do it.

One time he asked if you dressed like this to make you feel better about yourself. You simply replied no, just saying that you liked the style for how it looked. He was confused for a second, but he took that to heart.

Although he wasn’t the biggest fan of what you collected, he sure loved hearing you tell him all about your collections. Showing him different bones, which animals they came from, all the stories behind it. It was just so interesting to hear you talk about it.

Raph:

Raph loves your style. He can’t get enough of it. You just look so cool and careless, and he’s absolutely here for it. He insisted that you take him shopping at all the stores that you go to, because he really wants to try this style out. But, his final selling point was when he found out that people put spikes on clothes. From that day onward, he never went out looking the same ever again.

However, as much as he may have admired your taste in fashion, he didn’t have the same fondness for your hobbies. Okay, collecting is one thing. It’s cool to see all the different things people collect…but come on, does it really have to be dead things? Like…what about comic books? Or video games? Even rocks! But you choose to collect dead animals. Gross.

Mikey:

Mikey likes your outfits, but he thinks they lack a bit of…color. And variation. And…okay, maybe he’s not the biggest fan of your style. He doesn’t hate it, but he could never see himself in your clothes. Inversely to Raph, he’s the one to take you shopping to try out some new clothes. You always go with him, but every time, you end up picking your style over anything Mikey suggests. No offense to Mikey.

When Mikey heard about your collecting hobby, he was very intrigued. But once he learned what it was…he was less intrigued. It was certainly an interesting selection of items to collect, but not so much for him. But living in the sewers, you kinda find a lot of that stuff lying around, so sometimes he picks up a few things to give to you the next time he sees you.

Donnie:

Donnie absolutely adores your style. One of the main reasons why is that one of his favorite bands in the world dresses very similarly to how you do, so he pretty much just becomes a fangirl for your outfits.

Oftentimes he will send you pictures of celebrities or fictional characters he likes, asking if you can dress up like them. He gets very happy and excited when you respond with a picture of yourself in the outfit that he asked for.

But he wouldn’t just ask you to do that without giving anything back. So in return, he helps you expand your collection of weird dead things. He looked online for how to taxidermize at home, and started helping you make your own taxidermied animals. He didn’t have too much interest in things like that, but the process of taxidermying the animal was super fascinating to him, so it was cool for the both of you.

#lykaios writes #tmnt mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem leo #mutant mayhem donnie #mutant mayhem raph #mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 7 months

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Hello there! I wanna request something if that’s cool! 나 자신에 대해 말해줄게!

Fandom: I’d like a romantic matchup for Jujustu Kaisen, Ninjago & MHA (For JJK I don’t want to be matched with any of the minors and for MHA I don’t want to be matched up with any of the girls)

My name is Joey but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Magtanggol too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Polyamory, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD and im wasian (west-southeast asian and white), polish, arab, flipino, scottish & russian.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, I have a hard time taking everything seriously, when someone yells at me I’ll turn very cold and aggressive very fast

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i can rap like MILLI, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO, YOASOBI & Ado too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it

likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, cold weather, Christmas music/christmas in general, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, deserts.

I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius ♒️

misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it world be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, everytime I have a party there’s always dabke dancing and I take control of it all the time and it’s super fun!

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot suck as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT.

thank you so much! miłego dnia/lub nocy.

Hi Joey! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

Gojo matches your extroverted energy flawlessly. But at the same time, everyone around is glad you’re there with your “chill dad friend” energy to combat his “chaotic wine aunt” vibes.

While he initially comes off as shallow, Gojo loves it when you get deep and philosophical. It gives him a chance to talk about serious topics that he otherwise wouldn’t get the chance to.

He feels like he can be himself when he’s with you and that means a lot to him.

Please speak different languages around him! He thinks it’s so cool. He’s convinced you’re always flirting with him, even if he has no clue what you’re really saying.

Feel free to mess with him in this regard. Say the most random and unhinged things in a flirtatious enough tone and he’s flirting back.

You can also occasionally switch it up and say something actually romantic just to keep him on his toes. He loves it!

Look at me and tell me this man isn’t a fan of vocaloid/k-pop/j-pop. He’s got his favourite songs but is always open to recommendations. He enjoys being able to dance around with you to his heart’s content.

In Ninjago, I match you with...

Jay’s another one who is fascinated by your ability to speak several languages. I feel like he only speaks English, and a tiny bit of Spanish that he learnt in high school.

You may need to find someone else if you want to have a deep philosophical conversation that is more than one-sided. But Jay is happy to listen if you’re happy to ramble.

He does his best to keep up with the conversation and will occasionally say something so profound, you may need to take a minute.

Skating dates! Jay is absolutely a skateboarder and he’s so happy you are as well. He enjoys clearing his head by going skating with you, somewhere out of the way so fans don’t bother you.

He also enjoys watching YouTube with you. He doesn’t really mind what you watch; he gets invested in anything and everything.

Jay loves your figurine and stuffed animal collection. He thinks it’s really cool. I can see him as someone who has a figurine collection of his own so he likes comparing what you each have. He’ll pick up new figurines of you when he’s out and has the time.

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

Denki is absolutely a fan of vocaloid/k-pop/j-pop. He loves that type of music so much, especially the upbeat songs he can dance to.

Say anything in a different language and Denki is going to think you’re the smartest person on the planet. And then he’s running what you said through Google Translate so he knows what you said. The results are always interesting…

Much like Jay, I see Denki as someone who enjoys skateboarding. He likes being able to do cool tricks to impress you. Just make sure you take some Band-Aids.

When you go on skating dates, you’ll usually end up at a cafe somewhere. Denki’s also a fan of boba and he’s slowly working his way through the entire menu at his favourite boba place.

Loves playing games with you. Whether it’s tabletop RPGs, video games, or board games in general, he doesn’t mind.

He has a preference towards video games, but honestly, as long as he gets to spend time with you and have fun, he’s happy with anything.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #ninjago #jay walker #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #denki kaminari

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pez-and-quiet · 11 months

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Sweetheart (minific) 2/??

CHAPTER 1: TOUR STARTS TOMORROW

several months later

Steve pov

“ROBIN!!” Steve yelled up the stairs, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SUNGLASSES?” They were back at the Harrington house in Hawkins grabbing anything they would need/want while on tour around the US that they hadn’t already brought to New York.

“ARE THEY ON YOUR HEAD?” Robin yelled down at him, he rolled his eyes. Why would they be-

Oh, they were indeed on his head.

“NEVERMIND” he called back, shaking his head. He put down the donation box that they were going to drop by the kids apartment before leaving it to them to drop off at the donation center. After much debate with Robin they had decided to not sell his parent’s house, well his house now.

His parents had booked it outta there after the “earthquake”. Since Hawkins had been home for so long they couldn’t bring themselves to say goodbye to a house with so many good memories. All the pool parties Steve never swam at, every sleepover and movie night even the DnD nights Dustin had dragged them into.

Steve sighed, he was going to miss the kids while he was on tour. The good thing was he had talked to his tour manager Ellen about getting the kids prepaid flights and VIP tickets to his LA show so he’d be seeing them soon.

Now all he had to tackle was his bedroom, you’d think that's the first place you’d start packing up when moving out for several months but he’s been avoiding it.

“Robin wanna help me with my room?” he called as he passed her room, the chaotic girl had moved in around three weeks after his parents left.

“Yea hold on!” she called back, she was probably deep within her closet, looking for good tour outfits even after Steve had told her “we can go shopping in New York” and “i can get you a style coordinator” lord knows he needed one.

Steve placed his old backpack on his bed, he wasn’t planning on taking much from his room. He pulled a list out of his back pocket that he had made the night he found out about the tour.

How to bring everyone with me without bringing them with me: Tour checklist

Get drawings that Will and El made him while he was in the hospital framed

his scoops ahoy hat that Dustin, Robin and Erica had graffitied beyond repair

his grandfather’s watch

the bi flag D&D necklace that Dustin made at camp that Steve refused to admit he loves

his Farrah Fawcett hairspray (obviously)

“Drugs” Mixtapes that he, Jonathan and Argyle had made while high out of their minds

He walked around his room grabbing his scoops hat looking at it fondly before carefully putting it in his bag when Robin walked in with a suitcase. “What's that for?” he asked, pointing at the suitcase.

“Your clothes” she said it like it was so obvious.

“Robbie, i already have clothes in New York” Steve rolled his eyes, she was there when he had bought new clothes.

“Yea only because you're a basic bitch with your clothes there, these” she pulled out his slightly torn gray bomber jacket from ‘84. “Are clothes that say Im a bad bitch with an edge, also you have like zero jackets and it gets so cold there”

Steve laughed, “alright, to be fair i do need some jackets but only some, i trust you” He went on to collect the rest of the things on the list.

“Hey Steve, what's this?” Robin asked, pulling out a dust covered box from the very abc of his closet.

“Uhh i don’t know you can open it though it's probably just old stuff from when i was a kid” he told her not looking at the box.

“Cool!” Robin answered, he heard her brushing all the dust off the box, probably onto his floor.

“Um Steve,” her voice had increased in excitement in those short seconds.

Steve turned around to look at her, the box she had pulled sitting somewhat open. From where he was standing he couldn't see the contents of the box.

‘I don’t think this is from your childhood, come here” She told him.

Steve waved it off, “Robbie I'm sure it is, now have you seen the Bi flag D&D necklace Henderson made me?” he asked “and no i'm not wearing, although i'd like to be”

“Umm try the bottom drawer of your nightstand or something” she told him half heartedly, probably engrossed in the embarrassing stuff from his childhood.

“Mk, but i don't think it’ll be there” he told her, Steve crouched down to open the bottom drawer of the nightstand, surprisingly it was there. Laying with a collection of other jewelry he had started collecting and some that the other kids had made him.

“Steve what about bringing this jacket on tour” Robin asked him,

“Hold on, let me just put my jewelry in a travel case,” Steve told her standing up, the travel container he had been holding almost dropped to the floor. The jacket Robin had been talking about was Eddie’s battle vest/jacket, the one that he had worn during the Battle of Hawkins. “shit , i forgot i had that”

“Bullshit, you knew you still had it” Robin told him annoyed, she had this way of just knowing when to call his bull sometimes. It was helpful most times but not today.

“Fine i knew i still had it! but i did forget it was in that box” He argued

“The box clearly labeled Eddie?” Robin rolled her eyes.

“Ugh you caught me, but I should probably come clean on a couple things,” Steve wrung his hands around the back of his neck, he hadn’t told anyone about the night Eddie left, not even Robin.

part one -> here

part 2 -> this here rn what you just read

#mini fic #stranger things #robin buckley #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #ronance #fic writing #Sweetheart mini fic #archive of our own #part 2

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dylansslutt · 2 years

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teacher/ t.s

summary: two broken people with some fire meet under array circumstances.

warnings; language

you were heartbroken and felt pathetic, but you knew to play it cool. the whole reason why you escaped the city and went to small health. it was overheard and your set goal to end up in the small town. not knowing what the small town really held.

after settling, pretty quickly; the gossip was heard. the shelby’s, family of powerful people, gangsters some have said. the gossip didn’t bother you much though, since you knew how to stay out of sight usually.

except your mouth didn’t help, never once in life. okay maybe that’s not true. yet you spoke how you felt. not ashamed and typically right. yet in this age, women still weren’t fully allowed rights.

the job you got, was at a children’s school. the classroom you had was filled with wonderful children; some quickly becoming dear to you. children and you had a odd chemistry, you love them off course. yet, you weren’t sure about yourself being a mother.

after about a week of working, you routinely stand by the end of the entrance. waving off the young children, smiles littering their tiny faces. it brought joy within you.

a man with the same type style clothing he always wears, comes and picks up charles. “well, ya’ have a good day charles! you did amazin’ today.” you wave back at the giggling boy.

your eyes shift towards his father, his eyes already on yours. “i don’t believe we offically met. thomas shelby.“ the man holds his free hand out, you quickly shake it.

“y/n y/l/n, mr.shelby.’ you gulp but smile softly, “your son is one of a kind, very smart boy.” you compliment the child, one of the many who have touched your heart.

he just nods, giving you a once over before heading off. you sigh once he was out of sight, and head back to get your stuff. slipping the coat on, along with your bag. you tidy the desk up, before slipping out the room.

that’s the infamous thomas shelby. all you knew was his wife passed and he hasn’t been the same. yet, you couldn’t help but think about the attractive so called “Devil”.

ignoring the thoughts, you cross the road. managing to avoid a wet puddle; you giggle softly to yourself. heading down towards the pubs, coming to a need for a drink before you head home.

you slip through the doors, the place not too crowded. you head straight towards the bar, the man walks towards you with a smile.

“what can i get ya’ darlin’?” he spoke soft.

“a glass of whiskey, irish.” you smile up at him, slipping the money towards him as he passes the glass over. glass in hand, hand digging into your bag.

smiling to yourself as you pull out the pack of cigs, glancing up you see a free table. you sit down for a moment, lighting the cigarette. after inhaling, you lean back observing the room.

you lift the glass up to your lips, right as you make contact with mr.shelby. jumping up, you turn around quickly throwing the drink back. you slam it against the table, before rushing out of the pub.

he owns like half the city, knows your his kids teacher. he just caught you drinking.

“fuck!” you curse silently, taking a drag of the half lit cigarette. only a few feet from the bar, more in distress to think about what to do next. leading you to ignore how the pub door opens and closes.

“miss, y/l/n.” his voice echoed from behind, sighing in defeat. you turn and face him. not exactly sure how to go about this.

“mr. shelby... i-i ugh..” you stutter out, taking another drag of you cig. he glances at you confused.

“why did ya’ run out?” he steps closer, examining you more. tossing the finished cig to the ground.

“im ya’ childs teacher, and i-i shouldn’t have came here.” your eyes meet his but you quickly look away, “i apologize sir, i um- i understand if you wanna get me fired.”

you go to leave, but his hand finds your arm. “ay’ look, look. i don’t care that ya’ wanted a drink after work.” he remarks as you stare wide eyed, the feeling of his hand around your arm. it distracted you.

“charles talks about ya, a lot. so if he likes ya’, i’m not gonna get you fired.”

the air left your lungs in relief, a smile makes way on your face. “thank ya’, mr.shelby. i-i do care for your son, honestly.”

he nods down at you, a look on his face that was unreadable.

“where do you stay?“ topic switches, you glance back before up at him confused.

“just a few blocks, nothin’ but a short walk. i’ll be okay.” you smile once again before turning away and out of his grasp. you make it a few steps before steps echoes behind you.

“it’s night time, can’t let ya’ walk alone.” he mutters lighting a cig. you dig in your bag, pulling out one of your own. you stop turning to face him.

“ya’ mind?” you motion to the cig, delicately placed inbetween your plump lips. he flicks out the light, allowing you to catch a flame.

you pull it out of between your lips, exhaling. “thank ya’.” you mutter softly, and you glance over as he only merely nods. turning down the familiar street, you point at the small house on the left.

“that’s me home.” you mutter, making way up the door. turning back at the man.

“would ya’ like anything to drink?” you offer up but he declines, making you nod. “i do have a proposition for you, though.”

your eyebrows furrow, “a proposition?” the words alone left you with a weird feeling.

“how about we discuss it tomorrow? at 3, i’ll pick you up?”

and with that you just nod, confused as ever on what just happened. he slowly backs away at your response, opening the door quickly locking it. you wipe your face harshly.

why does he have a proposition for me? why did he have to walk me home? why did he have to introduce himself to me? i’m nothing but a teacher?

you head upstairs, ready for the day to be over.

it was 2:30 and you had no idea what to wear, so you wore the normal casual attire. suitable for most things. you did, however, apply the tiniest makeup. just so you didn’t look dead.

you threw the whiskey back, that you had poured earlier. the nerves finally settling as time grew closer. after finishing stuffing your gun into the bag, along with your smokes and matches.

you pour yourself one more shot, then lighting a cig. time was close, and you just paced around.

the knock on your door finally made you become still. grabbing your bag and coat, you rush towards the door. coming to hault, you take a deep breathe, tossle your hair slightly and prayed to whatever above this goes well.

the door opens, a smile displays across your features.

“hello, mr.shelby.”

you lock the door behind you, turning to fully face the man. “call me thomas.” his voice was deep, as his arm was offered out towards you to take. you softly grasp it, walking towards his vehicle.

“you own a automobile?” the shock written on your face, he holds back a smirk as opening the passenger door for you. “i own many.”

the door shuts, allowing you to admire the vehicle up close. everything was a lot different than you truly imagined. he got in and started up the vehicle. your eyebrows furrow,

“ya’ have yet to tell me where we are goin’.” you lean back as he glances over to you; nothing coming from his lips though.

“or betta’ yet, this proposition you have to offer me.” you lean closer towards him, his eyes following towards yours. then back on the road.

“im taking charles out of school.” he turns right, down a back road. your heart sank a little.

“why?” he notices the tone change in you, giving him a realization of how deeply you actually started to care for the young boy. he swore to nothing after grace, and he planned to keep it that way.

“id prefer him to be home schooled now.” all these short replies, you roll your eyes.

“okay so you home school the boy, what does this have to do with me?” finally getting more blunt with a man who can possibly kill you. he pulls off the side of the road, making you clutch your bag.

“y/full/n, 25 years old, and ya’ move to small heath. ya’ speak 3 languages fluently, have medical training history, along with teaching history. also know as mrs.landers, until a year and a half ago when you leave and now this is the new you.”

you stare at the man in horror, then anger. before you could control your reaction, the slap echoes the car. you involuntarily flinch back, eyes shut. waiting for the return, the beating you got so used too.

“y/n!” your eyes snap open to thomas wide eyed gaze. “ya’ may be some tough gangster, but i’ve been through hell with men worse then you!”

your voice hurt from the tone you used, but you shove yourself out the car. the clear air finally allowing you to feel some peace. the car door slams on the other side, rolling your eyes you ignore his footsteps.

digging through your purse you pull out a cigarette, along with the matches. “i didn’t bring all that up to make ya’ feel some way. i said it because i want you to leave the school and teach charles.”

the explanation made you burst into laughter, “oh- thomas shelby had to a back ground check to see if i was applicable at my job? did ya’ find whatever the hell it was that ya were searching for?”

he stood infront of you, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. “the man ya’ left, i know what type of man he is...”

you gulp, hands wringing together with anxiousness. “there’s the low life rats that infest things, and then there’s men that actually have goals and power.”

“which one are ya’?”

he raises his eyebrows, as you take a drag of your cig. he motions to your pack, “may i?” you toss over the items.

“i assume that’s your call to make.” he lights the cig, inhaling the smoke just as you exhale.

you ponder for a moment, allowing everything to really settle. he obviously is a man with goals considering his namesake, his car, him not hitting you back.

“i’m sorry... about my outburst back there.” you mutter just observing the view. he nods it off, silence once fills the air.

“how do ya’ expect me to be your childs teacher? i just got that job, i can’t just quit.” you finally turn and stare at him, his cold blue eyes reach your warm green ones.

“that’s already taken care of.”

“what just the snap of the finger and everything is done for ya’?“ you were amused at this point, the situation itself was a joke.

he didn’t answer, just stood before you. you bit your lip, contemplating whether or not you were gonna take it.

“fine.”

“fine?” he questions, “yes, ill do it.” you mutter before turning back towards the car. stopping as you reach the door, you glance back at him.

“are ya’ gonna open my door or not?” a smirk toys on your lips, you manage to see a soft eye roll as he comes and opens the door. you situate yourself inside as he walks around to the other side.

“you can start monday.” he declares after starting the car up. silence filled the air as he drove you back home.

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