#its why i kept using the dye. i get exactly the results i expect

[mejomonster]

Hi there! I hope you don't mind me asking, but I really love your pink hair, it look so good and I got really curious, if you always use the same hair dye? Or if there is a certain type of hair dye that you can recommend?

Okay so! If your goal is also light to pastel pink hair, a ton of good options. I have never tried a pink hair dye that didn't turn out nice, so if you already like a certain brand I'd say just buy pink in that brand. The only difference I tend to find is some pinks fade faster than others, but how damaged your hair is affects that (so my hair has held onto 'easily fades' dye for several months, and faded out 'quite long lasting dye' within a month).

I personally think the more warm toned pinks are more likely to turn out a pink color, if your hair is a darker blonde or orange in places or has some cool tones hanging around (like turquoise bits that never washed out etc). For me warmer tones just tend to mess up less. If you want a more lavender look, but don't want to risk it going muddy swamp color grey/green/brown, it will work more reliably on fully bleach blonde hair, and if you use a more pinkish-lavender again you're less likely to get a silver/grey result. (If you've done lavender successfully before then ignore any input about this lol - I've just messed up lavender and ended up swampy brown so often I just do NOT try lavender anymore unless its a pinkish-lavender).

I use lime crime right now for my pinks. I usually use Bunny (tint) when my hair is bleach blonde. But my hair grew out, has darker blonde in it now (golden blonde level 8-9 spots), so I picked a darker pink this time. I used Full Coverage Lime Crime Bubblegum Rose and left it in 2 hours, then washed it out 3 times with head and shoulders shampoo (so I faded it a bit). So I'd assume to get a similar result to mine, leave it in just 1 hour or less (depending on how damaged your hair is - my hair is very damaged so it took the color quickly).

Lime Crime Tints fade in about 2 months, slower if you take care of the color (like 4-5 months), and much faster if you purposely try to fade it with dandruff shampoo/clarifying shampoo/etc (if you're trying to switch colors faster). Full Coverage lasts I'm assuming 4-5 months, I usually use the tints and they last in my hair 1-5 months depending on how much I purposely try to wash them out toward the end. I like lime crime because the pinks ALL fade into rose gold, then golden blonde, then platinum blonde if you started with it. So when you're ready to switch colors you can just wash your hair a ton to fade it to blonde, then slap on the blonde toner of the shade you want (if you want to go back to say silver blonde). I have also used the Sushi tint to tone out blue/turquoise/grey sections out of my blonde hair after a mistake with silver tone lol (the Sushi tint turned my hair back into a golden blonde).

When my hair was platinum blonde instead of darker blonde like it was just before dying, I would usually use Tint Bunny. Its a very pretty pastel bubblegum pink and always came out nice. If your hair is too dark, it turns your hair a pretty rose gold color. I also used Tint Sext (which turns it a lavender-pink pastel color or if your hair is too dark it turns it a cool-tone lavender-rose gold). I've used the Tint Sushi (turns hair a peachy color right between orange and pink, fades into a peachy blonde then golden blonde, and works great on color correcting hair that's too cold toned with greys/blues/greens). I also REALLY like the Tint Shook - it says its a tint but goes on as DARK as full coverage, and gives you a berry-purple-pink color that fades into a pastel version of that and then fades into a neutral blonde. Its much more saturated than Sext (Sext is very pale and in some ways looks like a silvery blonde more than pink).

I pretty much exclusively used the Shook and Bunny tints, depending on if I wanted darker closer to purple, or lighter bubblegum pastel pink. Then Sushi tint for color correcting issues.

summary: This recent dye job is the Full Coverage Bubblegum Rose dye and I suspected it would turn out like Bunny tint but darker (so it should fade into the same color as Bunny). I think I was right. I was aiming for hair like the lead Goo Ryeon in Tomorrow, which I think turned out pretty close. A neutral light pink that will fade into a pastel then a blonde. (If your hair is at the Platinum Blonde level, lighter than mine, I recommend the Bunny tint for an easy pretty pastel pink. If you want a light pink very likely to work on slightly darker hair, I recommend Shook for a cooler tone or Bubblegum Rose for a warmer tone).

One downside of Lime Crime dyes though - if you're sensitive to perfumes (I am) the dye is VERY perfumed, that's why I had to wash it out 3 times and only left it in a couple hours, the dye irritates my skin if its on too long just because I cannot tolerate perfumes. I have to make sure I get it completely off or I will Feel it until its washed out. However, manic panic gave me the same problem as do many dyes, so if you've tolerated these types of dyes in the past then lime crime is not likely to irritate u any more than another brand.

alternatives: honestly manic panic Cotton Candy Pink looks similar, I used to use it a lot and its a good alternative (manic panic can be hard to fade out for me). I've heard amazing things about Arctic Fox colors too, though I've never used them (Frose looks like a good alternative to Bunny, Electric Paradise looks like a good alternative to Bubblegum Rose). Ion Brights colors are hit and misses for me - my nieces looked great in them and they faded easily out of virgin hair, however on me they easily turn too dark and swamp colored so I don't personally love them. I do NOT recommend Splat or N'Rage every time I use them horrible results occur and my hair gets damaged and they refuse to fade out. L'Oreal's line of pastel colors are ALSO hit or miss for me - I never used them because I can tell just by looking they will turn out too dark and look bad, but I've had a friend use them and get the correct result (I'm guessing it depends on how platinum your hair is and if you managed to get all the gold and warm tones out ahead of time). For the most Expected results, I personally recommend Arctic Fox and Lime Crime - those are the only bright colored dyes where me And my friends actually get the result on the bottle on our hair relatively close and good looking every time.

#hair #hairdye #pink hair #ask #i am Sorry i never shut up about hair #i absolutely love talking about hair stuff lol #@lucientelrunya #i can dig up some reference pics if you want but i have lost some of the pics #i do think the lime crime website reference pictures/review pictures are Quite accurate though #my results turned out pretty much exactly like the reviewers #its why i kept using the dye. i get exactly the results i expect #if u already dye ur hair bright colors u know this already but #1 if youre going for pastel i highly recommend getting Platinum Blonde first (level 10 blonde or above preferably little to no gold tone) #then 2 using Shook if you want a cooler tone pink or to tone out some of the gold left in ur bleached hair (if theres any gold in there) #3 if your hair is NOT bleach blonde but just various shades of darker blonde #i highly recommend a full Coverage dye like the one i used Bubblegum Rose or Peach or #if you use a tint use Shook (it covers well and looks good on darker blonde too) #4 if your hair IS platinum blonde. Sext looks more like a purple-shampoo/silver tint tbh than an actual pink #and Sushi tint can tone out any grey/cool tones if youre trying to go for a WARMER blonde or pink color

[anika-ann]

Ground Rules (for Love and War) - Pt.1

Of War and Peace

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader        Word count: 3860

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Summary: Steve Rogers always has been a bit of a mystery – always polite, with a little bit of foot-in-mouth syndrome, unbelievingly kind and definitely good-looking – but a mystery anyway. He treated you differently from his friends. Why?

 You would never expect the ongoing prank war between Bucky and Sam to shed light on the matter.Of course, Tony Stark is also to blame. Whenever he isn’t? You are his assistant – you would know.

Warnings: silly pranks, blackout, attempt at humour, swearing… fluff and way too shy Steve

A/N: Loosely based on a request from AO3 from Call_Me_Mrs_Rogers: awkward flirtatious Steve and Tony’s-Assistant!Reader, Sam-Bucky prank war and a power-cut. Whole request in the notes under the first chapter.

Sam Wilson was a brave man, you thought.

An undoubtedly handsome, considerably capable, loyal to a fault, but first of all, an incredibly brave man.

That was the only logical explanation of him declaring a prank war to James Buchannan Barnes; and it started by the Falcon himself reminding everyone who followed his Twitter that Bucky’s middle name was indeed Buchannan and he loved to be called that.

The truth was that calling Bucky that name was bordering with dangerous. Pulling out a stunt like Sam had, now that was like singing up his own death sentence.

“Wilsoooon!” Bucky howled through the corridors and you jumped in your seat before smirking into your second cup of coffee that day.

You wondered what Sam had done this time. Ever since the first Twitter event, both Sam and Bucky were stepping up their game.

Social media pranks. Sugar-salt switching. Soaped door handles. Hair dye in shampoo. Itching powder. Glue on a mug. You name it.

They were like infants. Worse even. As if the Tower needed more men-children in it. As if Tony wasn’t enough.

Now, Tony Stark was a brilliant man; distracted, sarcastic, a maniacal scientist and a hero, whom you were honoured to call your boss. Except Pepper Potts was the one in charge, pulling the strings and hiring you after she had become the CEO of Stark Industries, because she could no longer be his assistant.

Because Tony Stark was a genius of a man-child who needed constant supervision. He needed a girl Friday and F.R.I.D.A.Y. sometimes wasn’t enough. Enter you. A glorious secretary with an engineering degree and enough patience to deal with him. Hand-picked by Virginia Potts herself, sometimes being chosen to go to a meeting with her to represent Tony’s intentions rather than him, since you were less likely to piss people off, being able to keep cockiness in check.

But damn, weren’t you proud.

Your train of thought was cut short as the former Winter Soldier strode into the communal kitchen with a stormy look on his face and sneezed on its way; four times. Loudly.

Your face twisted in sympathy.

“Haven’t seen him,” you answered before Bucky could collect himself enough to ask.

Another wall-shaking sneeze was his response.

Now that one was just cruel; as far as you knew, supersoldiers couldn’t get sick. So it was just the sneezing itself, whatever it was caused by. Still, you guessed it must have been horrible to go through that after so many years of blissful germ-freedom. Honestly, if you sneezed like after seven decades, you’d lose your shit. Why did it feel like your lungs were about to leave your body through your nose at the mere thought of it? Scary shit, alright.

Bucky growled and stalked away. Not before he nodded in thanks.

He left the room with another sneeze.

“Bless you,” you muttered under your breath and eyed your tablet.

Tony was asleep as he had stayed awake until two a.m. working on the newest upgrade for the security of the Tower, so technically, you had time to enjoy your coffee in relative peace.

Naturally, peace was a short supply in the Tower, the home to the Avengers.

When Pepper had first offered you to simply move in since you spent the most of your time there, you had been reluctant. It had only been a week in and while you met some of the team members, finding out they were far less intimidating than they presented themselves to the press, it sounded… overwhelming to stay there 24/7. However, you had been quickly persuaded after you nearly passed out, because your sleep schedule was a mess, consisting of either passing out on the couch in the Tower or making it home only to fall asleep before your head hit the pillow, and being woken up by an urgent call from the Ironman himself two hours later.

Living in the Tower had its downsides and its upsides.

Downside was that it rarely got quiet and it was the perfect target for any supervillain as it had all of the Earth’s mightiest heroes in one place. Constant supervision from an artificial intelligence was as reassuring as concerning.

As for the upsides… you hadn’t expected to actually… befriend the Avengers. You certainly wouldn’t guess that once Natasha Romanoff warmed up to you, she was a great friend, a female element alongside Pepper that the Tower and the team sorely needed. The times you bonded over the aforementioned men-children were one of the best in your life.

Clint was a lot of fun, though you had soon adopted the habit of making a pot of coffee just for him, since you were usually the one to get up from bed before him and talking to him pre-coffee was the risk equivalent to touching Sam’s snacks.

Bruce… kept for himself a lot. But when he came out of his shell, either liberated by alcohol or when discussing science with Tony, he would radiate an aura anyone would be happy to bask in.

Sam was the ray of sunshine, gentle with a lot of fun stacked behind the chocolate eyes of his, but once he got into the same room and Bucky… oh boy.

The silently charming grumpy supersoldier added to the team in a way you wouldn’t see coming – perfectly. Except that he and Sam were always in each other’s hair. Always bickering; one that sometimes resulted in a war. Occasionally funny; other times utterly annoying. Rright now, you felt like it was something in between.

“Good morning,” sounded pleasantly from the door, where the last member of the peculiar household stood, seemingly hesitant.

Oh. Steve Rogers. That was right. Your biggest guilty pleasure. That man was a pure eye-candy, a body perfected by the serum only to protect the great man hiding in it. You didn’t have many opportunities to truly know him; but whenever you saw him, he had an air around him, greatness and kindness, yet somehow fogged by modesty.

At times, he appeared sheepish almost, but always polite. To you anyway. His friends were a different story; it saddened you occasionally, that he didn’t consider you a friend, not really giving you a chance, treating you differently. You suspected it was because you weren’t a fighter; while assisting Tony nearly 24/7, it was obvious that the billionaire tried his best to keep you away from the danger zone as much as possible.

The arms-long distance Steve Rogers kept you at was causing you a heart-ache at times, yet you had a feeling he didn’t have any particular dislike for you; only that he treated you differently. Always polite. Always a pleasant interaction.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, his usual running outfit and tousled hair giving away he was coming back from his everyday morning routine of what was probably like thirty miles or something.

“Good morning, Steve. Had a nice run?”

Looking himself up, slightly guiltily, he scratched the back of his neck. It occurred to you that he was embarrassed at not being the most cleaned-up version of himself in front of you – a woman –, which you found adorable. His forties-man was showing.

“Yeah. Yes. Thank you. Did you… sleep well?” he queried, shifting by the door.

“Yes, actually… are you going to stand there all day?” you teased him lightly and the corners of his lips twitched as his gaze fell to the floor, his shoulder finally bouncing off the door-frame.

“I just didn’t want to disturb your moment of peace…”

Your chest felt warmer at such admission. What a sweet thought.

“That is very kind of you,” you praised him as he gestured to the coffee pot, checking with you if it was for everyone’s use. You nodded and chuckled at the tinniest flaw in his thoughtfulness. “Except you were beaten about a minute and half by a much grumpier and louder supersoldier.”

Steve groaned and leaned onto the counter. “Let me guess: Sam proceeded with another prank.”

You made a finger gun at him, grinning. “Exactly. I don’t know how he did it, but I don’t think I ever heard a person sneeze that loud. And that often. Poor Bucky.”

“Bucky brought this upon himself. He deserves it,” Steve grumbled, sipping at the coffee, his eyelids sliding shut blissfully. You were pretty sure that something resembling a moan resonated in his chest, which… didn’t do a thing to you. Didn’t bring thoughts that were not about caffeinated beverages, but something slightly dirtier. Nope. Nothing. Like… at all.

You stood up from you stool and gathered your stuff, ignoring the way your heart suddenly sped up.

“Well, I just hope we can all keep sane before this particular battle of their war is over,” you hummed, every word honest and hopeful. “These two might bring the Tower down. As if Tony wasn’t enough…”

“Very true. I’ll try and keep an eye on them… try,” he emphasized when your nose scrunched with a bit of doubt and you made a so-so motion with your free hand.

“Bold move. I hope you don’t get caught in the middle. Though I’m sure you could pull the blue-hair look unlike Bucky…”

Why did I just say that?

Smiling softly into his cup despite his eyes going wide in horror, he took a deep breath and looked you straight in the eye. The brightness of his irises had your breath caught in your chest.

“So am I. You… uhm, you look beautiful today, by the way,” he complimented you sweetly, his gaze swiftly glancing over your outfit and casual hairstyle. And for a good reason; having to assist Pepper on a meeting today, you had been chosen to wear a pink ladies suit and a white shirt. You had expected to look like a ridiculous copy of cotton candy – you had not anticipated to… actually look presentable. Feminine even. You.

Your cheeks matched the colours of your jacket at the praise; Steve’s shoulders straightened.

“I meant… not that you usually don’t. I was… uhm, I like the… the look on you. The one you have today,” he stumbled over his words and suddenly your whole body felt warm, pleasantly and yet embarrassingly.

“Thank… thank you. Have a nice day, Steve,” you nearly squeaked, threw a quick smile over your shoulder and rushed from the kitchen.

Oh yeah.

Steve… he would often utter a compliment, like a proper gentleman he was, treating women right. Except you never heard him say such thing to Natasha, who was far easier on the eyes. Or to Pepper. He would open the door for you, reached the top shelves when you needed it, always offering a helping hand, shy and gentle smiles, so… diverse to how he was when with the Avengers.

No, Steve Rogers didn’t treat you like his friend.

And god knew that the day you figured out if that was a good thing or a bad thing would be the day of solving the biggest enigma of the new millennium.

Unknown to you, Steve melted into the counter, putting down his cup of coffee and groaned at his utter inability to flirt.

“I swear, man, before you manage to give her a normal compliment without putting your foot in your mouth, someone else will snatch her,” Sam commented, having just sneaked into the kitchen to grab a three protein bars, cautiously scanning his surroundings.

Steve shot him a glare. “Thank you, Sam, you’re being very helpful. Has Bucky found you yet?”

“Shh! Don’t say his name! Do that two more times and he will app-“

“Wilson! You- ACHOO- fhakhin’ bird- ACHOOO-brain!” Bucky’s voice thundered through the whole floor and Steve smirked with satisfaction.

Sam’s body turned to stone, his eyes horrified and yet endlessly amused.

“Sorry, Cap, gotta go! But for God’s sake, just ask her out before we all go insane here…”

“Says the guy who cursed a supersoldier with sniffles!” Steve called after the disappearing figure exasperatedly, only to hear Sam’s laughter in the distance.

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“Silly circuit! What’s wrong with you? Do you have no decency? Just work…” you mumbled under your breath, eyes glued to the interface from a way too short distance, but you didn’t care for your health at this point. You just wanted to fix this.

“Is it talking back?” a hesitant and yet teasing voice asked, making you nearly jump out of your skin. Your head snapped up in surprise.

“Steve. Hey,” you welcomed him briefly, shocked at the vision of the supersoldier in the workshop. “What brings you to our dungeon?”

“Coffee break,” he wiggled two coffee cups in his hands pointedly and beckoned towards the clock that… read ten in the evening. Oh. You didn’t realize you had been down here for so long. “Something tells me you didn’t have one in a while. Am I… overstepping?”

Your cheeks flushed similarly to his as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, reluctant to cross the distance between you.

Coffee honestly sounded heavenly now. And with delivery and perhaps some company? Not bad, not bad at all…

“Oh. No! No, that’s just… I’m surprised,” you admitted. “I mean, you’re always nice to me, of course, but… eh, sorry, my people skills are lacking at this time of day. Remind me how to tell-- gosh, I can’t even word, I mean speak-- you really do have a point about that coffee break.”

You chuckled, a palm over your forehead, fighting the urge to run it down your face in embarrassment at you babbling.

Steve, ever the gentleman, tried to hush his laughter at least partly, the sound coming out subtle and cute. He held out one of the cups for you and you instantly sipped at it reverently with your eyelids fluttering close, barely registering his soft: “Well, here you go.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

“You’re welcome. What are you working on?”

Surprised once more by his query, you took another vehement sip of coffee before placing the cup in safe distance and answering.

“Eh, just some glitch in Natasha’s Bites. I think she fried it, using the electromotive units too much during the last mission and now the interface is misbehaving and we would rather avoid her accidently electrocuting people, god forbid, herself.”

“…that we would,” Steve agreed, blinking at you, seemingly a bit dumbstruck, but a twinkle of mischief reflected in his irises. “Looks like the coffee is kicking in pretty quick. You have no problem with wording now.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle self-depreciatingly. He wasn’t wrong.

What threw you off balance was that he was… having a conversation with you, a playful one, so atypical of him – at least as far as it was concerning you – and… it felt truly nice. It did things to your stomach, a pleasant fluttery sensation and you quickly downed the rest of your cup, wondering if it was the shot of caffeine. You were about 97% sure that it wasn’t the cause.

“Har, har, Captain Rogers. I’ll have you know that it’s only my human skills that gets progressively pathetic with my caffeine levels running low, not my ability to say big words. Anyway, what’s got into you tonight? There’s something different about you… not that I’m complaining!”

Once more, his reaction took you aback. He flashed you a quick smile before lowering his gaze, holding up both of his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Guilty as charged. Sam might have found me making coffee for two and decided to give me a pep talk. He told me, and I quote, to suck it up and just spit it out. … And then made me take a sip from Thor’s flask.”

Your heart started beating its way out of your chest, a mixture of panic and excitement at his admission.

“Sounds like he’s a good friend then. Is there something on your mind? That you need to… spit out?”

“Yeah,” he confessed, peeking at your from under his rich eyelashes, shy but determined gaze settling on you as he leant onto the counter behind him. “I feel like… things I want to say tend to come out wrong. I… I’d like to know you better. If that would be alright with you.”

You felt endlessly grateful that moment, that the words ‘my jaw went slack’ were only a figure of speech, because otherwise you would have looked very comical and very much stupid. Still, your lips parted, the flutter in your stomach growing in intensity.

“…oh,” you breathed out intelligently, only to realize he had actually asked a question. Kinda. And he was waiting for you to answer. “Uhm… yes. Yes, I’d love to do the same. I… I admit I thought that maybe you just weren’t interested in further interaction, because I’m not on the team-“

“No! That’s not it at all, I swear,” he rushed to reassure you, sending a tiny pleased smile at your approval. “It’s just… like I said. I’m always tripping over myself around you, putting my foot in my mouth and- and things I want to say sound less awkward in my head.”

Tripping over himself around me? That sounded… nope, that couldn’t be it. Right? Except your heart was now hammering against your ribcage in excitement at the possibility, turning more real every second he was looking at you and dammit, do not give into the silly hope that Steve Rogers might actually like like you.

“Steve, you’re literally the nicest guy I’ve ever met. I like to think about you as sweet, not awkward.” Now wow, really, sweet? That was way too much, dummy. Except he smiled shyly, his eyes lightening up at the compliment and your fingertips tingled at the sweet display of delight. He relaxed further, settling more comfortably against the counter. “Now, what do you want to know?”

“Anything,” he shrugged, the corners of his lips still up in invitation, an encouragement to share with him anything you were willing to.

“Well, you clearly already know how I take my coffee…”

Hint of darker pink coloured his cheeks, much to your glee.

“How did you end up working for Tony?”

“First of all, we all know I’m working for Pepper…”

He laughed at that, but listened patiently after, watching you work as you told him about your mum always being away on business trips and your father taking you to his workshop to keep your child’s mind occupied, teaching you stuff that was way too complicated for a little girl, but fascinating at the same time, showing you direction when you turned the age of making the big career decisions.

“Applying for this insane position wasn’t a spur of the moment. Pepper sent out e-mails to candidates she picked – I didn’t even know about the position opening, she simply used some of Tony’s searching tools and wrote people of whom she thought might handle the job. It was a little scary, to be honest. First, I thought there was no way for me to sign up for that; it would mean basically no personal life and I never wanted to be like my mum, never home…. But then it occurred to me how proud she would be of me, much like dad is and… I thought that it doesn’t have to be forever, you know. I can work here now and switch to something else when I decide to be a mum. Of course, I can see now, unlike when I was a kid and teenager, that she tried, but… I realized lots of that stuff only after she died and it’s just… I’m sorry she wasn’t there and that I didn’t try harder to appreciate her.”

You couldn’t fathom when you started pouring your heart to him or when your eyes started burning, but suddenly his hand was there, gently squeezing yours, his wide shoulders as if shielding you from the rest of the world simply by standing by your side and your eyes closed of their own account, your body strangely comfortable in Steve’s huge presence.

“I’m sure she knew,” he whispered warmly.

You smiled at him through the tears you had failed to keep at bay. “Sorry. Now whose mouth is loose. I bet you didn’t expect me oversharing when you said you wanted to know me better.”

“No, I didn’t,” he confirmed, observing your face with a mixture of laughter at your joke and compassion at your outburst. “I appreciate that you’re willing to share something so big with me. Thank you.”

“It’s that eyes of yours. They made me spill my guts.”

He didn’t point out that your focus was on the device on the table and not his eyes, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket instead. He gave it to you, never letting go of your other hand.

“Oh wow,” you only commented, no more words needed. Who the hell still carried-

Steve groaned silently. “Please don’t make any old man jokes.”

“I was about to compliment your chivalry.”

“Sure you were,” he grumbled, but his mouth was curled up in a grin, so you assumed he wasn’t too offended by your reaction.

Staring at the dazzling display of perfect teeth, you missed another person coming in; until their shocked voice snapped you from your trance.

“Whoa, what’s happening?” Bucky blurted out, bewildered at the scene in front of him.

You jumped away from Steve as if you got burned, your hand slipping from his. To be fair, so did he.

When had you got to standing in such intimate proximity anyway? Christ, something must have got into the air vents. You’d blame the Barnes-Wilson war for that… not that you complained. Having Steve standing so close, offering comfort without a single word of complaint after listening to you pouring your heart to him… you weren’t entirely joking when saying you were about to commend his chivalry.

Steve cleared his throat, his voice hoarse as if he had been the one crying. “Bucky? What can I do for you?”

Bucky frowned first at his best friend and then at you, his gaze flickering between the two of you before settling on you, a worried wrinkle appearing on his forehead.

“You alright, dollface? Do I need to punch Captain Foot-in-the-Mouth in his face?” he beckoned his chin towards Steve and you instantly shook your head, still too caught off guard to find your voice.

“Buck, please…”

“It’s a relevant question, Steve. And I’d do it if she asked.”

A surprised chuckle escaped your lips and you offered Bucky a grateful smile, only to grin up at Steve before wiping the rest of your tears.

“You seem to have very supportive friends, Steve,” you remarked.

“You have no idea. What did you need?”

“Nothing from you, punk,” Bucky smirked and shifted his attention fully to you. “FRIDAY told me you needed me in here? Something about an upgrade for my arm? Which I don’t need-”

“… which is why I’m not working on such thing,” you said, baffled. Should you be working on Bucky’s arm?

The former Winter Soldier had an utter confusion written all over his face.

“Huh? Then why-?”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence.

The workshop was suddenly swallowed by darkness, stunning him into silence.

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Tags: @mermaidxatxheart @cxptain​ @smilexcaptainx​

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Original request: Basically, the reader is Tony's assistant and she's in and around the tower 24/7. Steve really likes her and in the rare times that she's able to get away from her work, she really likes him. They're always flirting with each other in the slightly awkward old-man way Steve has but they never actually get together. Bucky and Sam decide to get creative and start a prank war. The only problem is that they cause a power-cut and because of Tony's high-tech stuff, Y/N, Steve and Bucky are trapped in a room together with a bit of food, a board game (monopoly?) and some candles. Maybe Y/N just finished training and was in her small, tight outfits and Steve couldn't keep his eyes off her. Could the whole thing be full of sexual innuendos but NO SMUT PLEASE! Anyway, Bucky does something (maybe he sticks his foot out and Y/N trips over it into Steve's arms? Idk, I'm not good at this...) and they end up kissing or whatever?

Sorry for not completely following the script requested, I focused more on what my keyboard dictated O:-) I did say I was terrible with given scenarios. Hopefully you’ll enjoy at least a bit anyway. I can’t see myself filling any other request in my life, but I did have fun with this ;)

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Hiraeth Chapter 7: Reflection

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Chapter Seven: Reflection

Note: Thanks for the comments on the last chapter! I had a blast talking with you all, as always! Thanks for sticking around! Sorry I responded as late as I did!

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Snow fell slowly from above, a saving grace and a curse all at once. While it chilled the air and impeded their progress by negatively affecting their body temperature and line of sight, it also served as a means of covering their tracks. That was something that they were grateful for, given their current circumstances, even if it did mean that they were mildly uncomfortable. Still, marching through nearly two feet of snow was a challenge on its own, but doing so in a race against the clock didn’t help.

The only sound that could be heard was that of the snow crunching beneath their feet and their labored breathing as they struggled forward. The occasional branch dropped it’s snow or even broke under their grasp as they tried to push it out of the way in order to pass, but aside from that, there was very little indication that they had ever been there. But after the better part of five straight hours of trudging through snow, they were both less than energetic, and more than ready to take a breather. The question was, did they actually have time?

Morgan suddenly stopped, leaning over and panting, taking deep breaths as she waved V along. He stopped, giving her a curious look as she tried and seemingly failed to catch her breath. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she reached in her pocket and took out a small device before holding it up to her mouth and inhaling deeply. It didn’t take him very long to realize the issue at play here, but it did concern him. Luckily after a few minutes of silence, she straightened back up and exhaled heavily, shivering. The young girl noticed the look on his face and shrugged, unsure of why he was looking at her like that. It wasn’t so much unnerving as it was perplexing to her.

“Probably should have mentioned it, but I have a breathing problem. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be okay. Just needed to use my inhaler.” Morgan said, holding up the small red device as evidence of her point. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to explain this fact to him, but she did. “It only ever bothers me when I’m up here. I think it might be the cold. It’s a little warmer where I’m from. But I’ll be fine. I think I caught it early.”

V nodded, somewhat relieved to know that his assumption about her condition was correct, and that she at least had a means of combating it. The nearest hospital was nearly fifty miles away from town, and heading back to town to try and find a doctor was a lost cause. Not only would she probably be beyond help by that point, but he was sure that all the doctors were probably indisposed at the moment if they were even still alive. It was an issue to be sure, but one that he was better equipped to deal with now that he knew about it.

As far as misfortunes in his life went, they seemed to be ceaseless and unending. But he was glad to be able to say that issues with his overall health were at least more than manageable. Sure, his energy reserves were what could charitably be called “lacking”, but at least he didn’t have any other underlying health problems. Well, at least, non that he knew about just yet. But he would worry about that later. For now, they needed to get going again. It seemed that they had some kind of lead in this little chase, and it was best that they preserve it. Pepper spray and politely asking their attackers to leave and never come back wasn’t exactly a foolproof insurance plan.

“Do you need to rest a little longer? I think we can spare a few minutes.” V asked quietly as he glanced around the space they currently occupied. He didn’t hear or see anything, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing in a situation like this. Their very lives were at stake. He’d like to know more about what they were up against if he could.

“Oh, no I’m fine,” Morgan said softly as she tucked the inhaler back into her pocket and wiggled her shoulders, trying to shake off the bitter cold that they found themselves in. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to be out here any longer than I have to be. It’ll be getting dark in a few hours, and the woods are the last place that I want to be, curse or no curse. Might get eaten by wolves or something like that. Who knows?”

They started along again, the pair glancing behind them to affirm that they were, in fact, actually going in the correct direction. It was easy to get turned around in these kinds of conditions, and neither of them wanted to waste precious energy walking back towards their untimely deaths. But the words that his young counterpart had spoken had caught his attention. It seemed that she knew much more about why the locals avoided the forest than he did, and he was genuinely curious to know about it. Although he wasn’t one for long conversations, or short ones for that matter, a good story was still a good story. And as long as they kept their voices down, he was willing to entertain the tale if she was willing to share it with him. It might prove to be a much-needed source of entertainment and distraction in such a chilling and uncertain time.

“You said something about a curse. What did you mean by that,” V asked quietly as they carried on. He could see the road just up ahead, which meant that they had not strayed from their path. It would soon be time to cross again.” The locals didn’t share much with me aside from saying that I should never venture into this place. Many of them didn’t really have much to say to me.”

Morgan gave him a curious look, seemingly puzzled by the statement. “They didn’t have much to say to you? Why? What were they doing?  Just ignoring you or something?” She seemed to already know the answer to her question without knowing it, her response hitting the nail right on the head.

V blinked slowly, holding his now cupped hands up to his mouth in order to blow hot air into them. It was a wonder to him that his body still produced warm air at this point. It had to be below freezing outside, or at least near it. Yet another compelling reason to reach the next town over before nightfall. “Yes. That is exactly what they did. But I’m not upset by it. I’ve long since come to expect it from others.”

Now she seemed more confused than ever, her disapproval visible in every aspect of her facial expression. “You expect people to be rude to you for no reason? That’s awful. Why, do they always do that to you?”

The conversation had become more personal by that point than he probably would have liked, but he was still willing to answer it. He wasn’t really interested in elaborating upon it, but still. “I believe it has something to do with my hair color. Or, at least that is an aspect of it. I won’t pretend to know why my very existence seems to be so offensive to some people and, at this point, I don’t really care to.”

An almost sad look crossed her face as she hurried to catch up to him. She’d fallen ever so slightly behind, and had no intention of slowing them both down. Morgan knew that V wasn’t going to leave her behind, and she didn’t want her inability to keep up with his stride to be the reason they got left behind. “People are stupid. You dye your hair a fun color, and suddenly they just lose their-”

It’s actually naturally this color. Always has been from what I understand. Or, at least that’s what the orphanage I grew up in…” He trailed off then, instantly regretting the fact that he’d mentioned that. It was a painful topic, and he liked to keep it buried deep. Simply mentioning it then had brought up brief flashes of things that he’d wished his entire life up until then that he could forget, and he took a moment to mentally chastise himself for not simply shutting up about it. It was best that he not confront those demons. It did nothing but hurt him, and the last thing he needed in a situation like this was to suffer further. Becoming upset tended to lead to other unsavory side effects, and he had no interest or reason to want to cause himself further anxiety. Although his calm demeanor might imply that he was cool and collected, he was barely hiding the fact that he was scared out of his mind. The freezing temperature wasn’t the only reason that he was shivering and shaking.

Morgan blinked, her eyes going slightly wide. “Wow, really? I think that’s pretty cool. But then again, I’m fifteen, so I’m not allowed to know what’s cool. At least that’s what my mom says.” She shook her head still just behind him as she hurried along. “I’m sorry about you being an orphan and all that. Seems pretty rough. At least I have my mom.”

V was more than willing to agree with that statement. Being an orphan had indeed been “pretty rough”, especially when you were an orphan that even the orphanage had no interest in. The amount of disinterest, avoidance, and outright neglect that he’d been shown as a child made him question what an actual happy family must function like. And he’d never received a chance to find out, either. V could count the number of times on one hand that he’d actually been allowed to interact with a couple or individual that was looking to adopt. Something about the possibility of him chasing away adoptees due to being “abnormal.”

Yes, that wasn’t at all psychologically damaging to a young child. And no, the entire experience hadn’t emotionally stunted him as a result. But then again, that could simply be a heavy dose of denial. Whatever it took to get through the day. He told himself that they were simply singling him out, but there was a sad, deeply hurt part of him that couldn’t help but wonder if they were right. Somewhere out there, at least at one point, he’d had a set of biological parents, and he’d still ended up where he had at a very young age. There was always the possibility that something unfortunate had befallen them, but there was also the equally likely possible outcome that they had simply agreed with the same sentiments that the orphanage had shared and had decided to dispose of him before someone else noticed that he didn’t fit in with the rest of polite society.

He paused for a moment, realizing only then that he’d been lost in his painful thoughts and hadn’t responded to Morgan. She was watching him quietly, a concerned yet sympathetic look on his face that he knew he was responsible for. His discontent with himself grew slightly. It was not becoming of an adult to offload their damage onto a minor. He needed to do better. One would think that after a lifetime of burying his pain and insecurities deeper and deeper that he’d be better at hiding them when the need arised. “Sorry. Forgive me. And thank you, but I don’t need your sympathy.”

Morgan was more or less adept at telling when someone was hurt, and she was silently horrified by the overwhelmingly melancholy demeanor that he possessed. She hadn’t really noticed it until then, but it was there, no doubt about it. Her new companion was suffering a great deal from something she couldn’t even begin to guess at, and she wished she could help, but that would have to wait until they got out of this mess. Still, it was something she found extremely sad. He seemed like a good person from what she could tell. Good people shouldn’t have to suffer. Maybe a light dose of humor could help break the barrier that he was forming around himself?

“Eh, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing. And sorry that I can’t keep up with your long gazelle legs. I’m not that tall, ya know?” She kept a straight face as she spoke, but she couldn’t help but nearly laugh. On the inside, she was quaking from what she knew was probably a really stupid joke, but she couldn’t help herself. Humor was her only coping mechanism when she was down in the dumps, and as such, it was all she had to fall back on during situations like this.

V glanced over at her for a moment, a soft, brief smirk spreading across the right side of his face before dissipating. The comment had been so juvenile, but the lighthearted nature of it was somehow compelling to him. He was aware of the fact that he was very tall. There was no escaping it. He’d always been that way, even as a child. But he’d never heard someone put it that way, and it honestly sort of cracked him up a little. He genuinely appreciated the gesture, and was impressed by her level of emotional maturity for one so young. It had gone a long way towards reassuring him that everything might actually turn out okay in the end. “Thank you. I needed that.”

“Don’t worry about it, man. Were good. We just have to get out of here.” She brushed a fallen dusting of snow off of her coat, clearly displeased by the coating of white powder that had nearly hit her square in the face. “But we can’t be, what, more than like five miles away at this point?”

He nodded. “I’d say about six. It’s hard to triangulate without a map, but cutting directly across the center of a winding road has saved us a substantial amount of time and walking.” He sighed, relieved to find that his plan had worked for the most part. He was far from the hiking sort, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever enter another forest for the rest of his life after this. “They say that the quickest way forward is straight, and it has proven correct in this circumstance.”

Morgan cleared her throat as quietly as she could as they approached the edge of the road, the both of them looking around for any signs of company. From what she understood, this was the last stretch of their journey. If the trees were taller, she could only imagine that she’d be able to see smoke from the chimneys of the nearby city. It was much larger and more populous than the small town they’d just come from. Surely the worst hadn’t come to pass there, too. And if it had, then she was going to find the nearest car, hotwire it or something, and they were going to get the hell out of there. She’d had enough walking to last a lifetime.

He went across the road first, slowly crossing and looking around as he stayed as low to the ground as he could. There was no sight of anyone, but he still couldn’t shake the anxiety that threatened to boil over every time that he dared come out in the open. He felt exposed and helpless like a prey animal caught in the sights of an apex predator. It was a strange sensation, and he hoped to never feel it again after this little misadventure that they found themselves in.

Once he’d found his way to the other side of the road, V had gestured for Morgan to follow him as quickly and as quietly as she could. She did so, her eyes never leaving him as she practically leaped across the road and into the gulch below. They then both bolted into the woods, the tall, dark trees welcoming them like old friends. Despite the situation that they found themselves in, there was some measure of comfort and solace that they found amongst the trees. It was like a security blanket or a night light in a dark room when you thought a monster was under your bed as a child. Only this monster was real, and it was probably after them.

“... You said before that you wanted to hear about the curse, right? I totally forgot,” Morgan said after nearly a half-hour of genuinely unbearable silence. The mid-day sun was beginning to fall, and a strange sense of unease grew within her. As far as she was concerned, it was only a story. But then again, there was a measure of truth to every story, wasn’t there? “If it’s real, then we’re pretty lucky that it hasn’t come after us yet, right? I’ve heard that it’s pretty nasty stuff.”

V glanced over at her, an unreadable look on his face. “Let’s not say as much, then. We have enough bad fortune to contend with. Why chance it?”

Morgan shrugged, still somewhat detached from the reality of the situation she found herself in. It was the only way that she could keep it together for the time being. “I guess that raises a good question, doesn’t it? Are we lucky or unlucky, V? Because we made it out alive, but stuff like this shouldn’t happen in the first place, right? What a pain.”

“A conundrum for sure. Our perception of luck is subjective, and has a lot to do with our outlook on life. Someone more positive than me might say were luck, but I…” He drifted off again, catching sight of something just ahead. It looked like light smoke from a chimney, but he couldn’t be sure from this distance. They would find out soon enough, though since it was directly in their path. “I can’t say just yet. We need to get to safety first. Were not out of the woods just yet. In any manner of speaking.”

She shook her head and followed along, wrapping her arms around herself. He made a good point. Morgan could only hope she’d be this wise one day. With a playful jab in the side, she walked forward, her eyes trained on the same distant object that his had been only moments ago. “Oh my god, never tell a joke again, V. You really suck.”

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Hey everyone! Thanks for checking out this week’s chapters! I wonder what that object in the distance is going to turn out to be… Tune in next week for what will be the beginning of the end to this little snow arch. I hope it’s been an insightful and interesting look into V’s past so far. LOL DMC5 wasn’t his first nightmare, it seems. “After the Nightmare” is more like it!

#Hiraeth #V's Backstory #DMC #DMC5 #V #Vitale

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Covering the Soul

okay so I've had this in my drafts for a while and the reason I'm posting this and the sequel is all because of @stormcrawler75 who convinced me this would be a good idea

this a sequel to Discovering the Soul so read that first, please! 

warnings: soulmate au, arguing, and a little bit of crying 

It was common knowledge that soulmarks couldn’t be tattooed. Many people have tried to cover their soulmark with the “permanent” ink when a relationship ended badly and they rejected their fate, but it never stayed. After a week or so the ink would fade and the soulmark shone through once again. But this wasn’t tattoos, this was hair dye.

One month ago

“Virgil, honey please come on just talk to me! What am I doing wrong?” Roman pled. It had been a rough week for Virgil, his anxiety was through the roof. The last thing he wanted to do was touch another person.

“It’s not you! I just can’t handle this right now” he silently begged his voice to stop shaking, he couldn’t handle another attack this week either. Roman placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, the now familiar sensation of physical contact jerking him out of his head.

“Roman, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I just.. I’m new to this.you know that”

“ This is new for me too…I don’t want to argue Virgil... I just want you to talk to me” ‘god why was Roman so nice to me?’ a part of Virgil thought Roman only acted the way he did because he thought he was supposed to.

“I love you..”

Virgil didn’t answer. He wasn’t ready to say it yet.

“I want to dye my hair” logans head shot up from his book in interest. They were sitting in Logan’s room, alone. It was one of the rare times Patton wasn’t glued to his side. Virgil secretly wondered if Logan enjoyed the breather.

“You want to dye your hair…” he repeated, “back to the original color I presume?”

Virgil nodded. If he ripped it off like a bandaid and get it out in the open he wouldn’t let himself back out of it. “I think… I think it’s for the best” he mumbled quieter this time, no going back now.

Logan closed his book and walked closer to Virgil, towering over him as he examined the colorful strands. ¨ I’m not sure if that would work… It’s worth a try but if tattoos can’t cover them I doubt something like hair dye would… although it is interesting… is your soulmark on your scalp, the colors just being a side effect or is it just your hair.¨ Logan was talking to himself now as he absentmindedly began pushing his hands in Virgil’s hair trying to get a better look.

“Well, if it was just the scalp then the hair wouldn’t change colors immediately, would it? But tattoos inject into the skin and the soulmark rejects the pigment, this is hair dye that simply clings onto the stand of hair…. Interesting”

“So? Do you think it’ll work?” Virgil asked, trying his best to stay still so Logan could look. Logan touching his hair felt different from Roman… When Roman ran his hands through his hair it sparked, and it made him feel happier, calmer, no doubt a result of soulmarks touching. But logans hands just felt, dull.

“It’s worth a try. I’d like to see how your hair reacts myself actually.” Logan finally pulled away from the assault on Virgil’s hair. “Would you like me to keep this to myself?

“Yes, please… I don’t want Patton to know yet, and I really don’t need Roman knowing”

3 weeks ago

Roman reached down to grab Virgil’s hand, they were in a crowded cafeteria, no one would see. Just another two soulmates holding hands.

“Roman,” Virgil warned, shoving his hand in his pocket and hunching his shoulders.

“Why don’t you ever wanna hold hands with me? I don’t understand-”

“Not now Roman, not here.” he didn’t know if he was talking about the inevitable argument this would bring or the hand holding, but Roman should have shut his mouth.

“Logan and Patton hold hands all the time.”

“I’m not Logan or Patton!” his voice held something a bit more than an annoyance, something bordering on hurt. “I’m your boyfriend. You have nothing to worry about okay so just let it go.”

Virgil looked into his reflection with hate. His hair was back to its inky black color, and for a moment it was like he woke up from a dream. He had to remind himself again and again that YES he did have a soulmate, and YES it was Roman.. outside the bathroom door he heard someone walking around with Logan. He had decided to do his hair here to get away from his parents, and the talking coming from the hallway could only mean one thing. Patton. Logan’s parents were out on a business trip, as they usually were, leaving only his boyfriend and soulmate as the intruder.

Virgil waited a moment more before opening the door and walking out.

“Virgil!” Patton gasped, walking closely, eyes focused on his still wet hair.

“Don’t touch it, it’ll get on your hands,” Virgil warned, avoiding eye contact. From the way he stood, it was clear that Virgil was upset.

“Why’d you dye it back?” He knew better than to ask, but the question left his mouth before he could stop it. Logan spoke up to say Patton’s name as a warning from his spot on the couch. He had been watching the scene unfold, not saying anything until then.

“I.. we got in a fight and.. I just… I didn’t wanna look at it” tears filled his eyes as he used all of his will power to stop from crumbling in on himself. Patton’s eyes were filled with worry, closely examining his face as if he could find exactly what was bothering him and smash it like a bug.

Two weeks ago

“Why don’t you talk to me?! Just let me know what’s wrong so I can fix it” Roman practically begged, no matter what he seemed to do Virgil kept himself closed off, he didn’t talk about his emotions, he didn’t let him touch him in public, he refused to let him meet his family.

“it’s not that easy Roman! God, what don’t you understand?“Virgil was getting snappier than usual, not on purpose by any means but the constant pestering of Roman… "Let’s hold hands” “let’s hug” “let’s snuggle” yes they were soulmates but did he have to act like that all the time?

“I.. I just want to show you how much you mean to me” Roman was breaking too. All his life he had shown love through physical affection. Hand holding, cheek kissing, hugs, pats on the back, arms around shoulders. Roman lived his life through touch, and Virgil had shut himself away.

“I don’t need you to,” Virgil mumbled, “I’m trying my best…”

“I know… I’m sorry…”

By the next day, the colors were just barely starting to show through the dye, subtle but there if you looked. Roman wanted to come over and talk, Virgil was ignoring his texts.. everything in him wanted to run back into Romans’ arms, hold him close and cry. To say he’ll try harder, that he’s sorry, but another part of him knew it wasn’t his fault. It was Roman who was being irrational and taking things too fast, expecting too much. If the whole relationship was going to be Roman wanting and expecting things from him, it wasn’t going to work.

From: Nerdboi

3:47pm

“fair warning, Roman just texted informing me that he is on his way to your house because you are refusing to answer his messages.

He is worried, and frankly so am I. Will you please send some sort of response to calm our nerves?”

God they were always so worried about him, that was one time like a year ago, let it go.

From: Virgil.

3:49 pm

“I’m okay”

He threw his phone and ran his hands through his hair again. As much as he hated the color, he hated that it was fading. By tomorrow morning you surely be able to tell he was covering his purple’s and blues and bright explosions of colors.

That was one thing he always hated about soulmarks, they demanded to be seen. To be felt. To let you know that you’ve been tied to someone for the rest of eternity. The first touch was fireworks, the next was Sparks, flaming that little fire of love within you.

One week ago

“I don’t know what you want me to do!” Virgil cried. “I’m not Patton! I’m not logan! I don’t know how to do all this romantic stuff!” Roman had spent his whole life trying to imagine his soulmate. He always imagined that when they met they’d be holding hands and kissing and always being around each other, but Virgil was so closed off. Sometimes, if they were alone, he would hug up to Roman, and kiss his cheek.

“You always say you’re trying… But are you?” It was mean. Hurtful. It was meant to send knives through his heart. And he immediately regretted it. A hand shot up to cover his mouth, stopping any more poisonous word from leaving

“get out.” Virgil snapped, wiping his eyes on his sleeves.

“Virgil-”

“I am trying Roman! Do you understand how hard to is for me?! Everything you do is so new and different and SCARY!” Virgil crumbled to the ground, breathing heavily. He didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words anymore. Roman took a step closer to him before pulling back. He hurt him.

“I’m sorry” he tried, the two words not doing nearly enough justice for the meaning

“just get out Roman… Please”

And he left.

“Virgil?” Roman walked in the house without knocking, he didn’t need to, he knew he’d be home alone.

He was almost knocked off his feet by a blur of black hair tackling him in a hug. He muffled his sobs into Romans’ chest and held him as close as he could.

“Virgil your hair…” Worry laced Romans voice, making it abundantly obvious that no one had told him about the hair dye incident.

“I’m sorry”

“Virgil this is NOT your fault. I wasn’t.. thinking straight. I know you’re trying honey I know and I promise you I’m not mad. I love you, Virgil.” Roman ran a hand through the black hair, admiring how it almost immediately began fading faster, leaving the rainbow to come shining through.

“I love you” Roman couldn’t help but smile. That was the first time Virgil said it out loud. Virgil leaned forward on his tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips, and that was the first time Virgil’s done that too...

#thomas sanders #logan sanders #sander sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #patton sanders #soulmate au

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Shared Sweaters and Failed First Impressions

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, snogging, Sirius and Andromeda being good friends and good cousins which may, as a result, make you sad that they never actually got to be that since she didn't go to Hogwarts when he did but HEY its fanfic and I get to say that they did!

Request: please write a Remus x reader in which the reader is from a really old important pureblood family but on the down low isn’t anything like them but comes across really cold (and like a bit of a mean girl) her and Remus get paired for a project & he’s all sweet & charming & she falls for him but gets mad & distant cause stupid Remus & his stupid perfect face & stupid wit & stupid beautiful eyes ruining her plan to fly under the radar until she can get away from her family but happy fluffy ending

A/N: WOWIE shes a long one, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.3k

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“Lupin and Y/L/N, Black and Potter, Evans and Pettigrew…”

The professor continued on but Remus had tuned it out as he searched the classroom for you, trying not to be annoyed that his friends had gotten paired up with each other. James glared at Peter wishing they could trade partners but he should be thankful he at least got paired with Sirius, though they would get nothing done.

You were sat with your friends, your hands folded neatly in front of you, eyes not leaving the front of the room still paying attention as the professor spoke. You had written down who your partner was on the corner of your notes, not bothered by it too much. Your friend to your right leaned in and whispered in your ear, some snide joke about Remus being your partner. The joke wasn't funny and neither was the way that they all proceeded to turn and look back at him with viscous grins on their faces.

Remus wasn't nervous to be paired with you, well he wasn't until that happened. He gulped realizing you were slightly more intimidating than he had thought, you were in Slytherin, you were a perfect and you were a pureblood, not to mention the top of the class, you would clearly have expectations he couldn't meet.

After class ended you walked to his table where he sat staring at you blankly.

“Hi, Remus?”

“Yeah, that's me.” He thought for a moment that you didn't even know that “Remus” was his name from the way you had asked.

“Yes, I'm aware of who you are, you just seemed distracted. I was just trying to get your attention. I knew your name.” You clarified.

“Oh yeah, sorry. Hello.” He said trying to get a semblance of control over himself, not that it was hard talking to you, Remus was just awkward sometimes, especially when meeting new people, not the best at first impressions.

“Okay, so we can meet in the library, the table by the potions bookshelf near the back is always empty, meet me there tomorrow after class and we can start this project. We will have had enough time to get a majority of it done before the Quidditch game starts.”

“Quidditch game?”

“Yes, there is one tomorrow night, Slytherin vs Gryfyndor. And given that you are a Gryffindor and two of your best friends are on the team I assume you like to go to those?”

“Oh yeah, so tomorrow after class see you then.” He confirmed and you gave him a warm smile before walking away to meet back up with your friends.

You were quite popular, people viewed you as cold and mean because you were both a pureblood and in Slytherin making some people scared of you, especially because of your family's reputation as such. You weren't much like your family but you weren’t very outgoing either, you had no desire to prove people wrong on their opinion of you so you just accepted it, those who got close enough deserved to know the real you and anyone else didn't matter.

Being pureblood though attracted some less than nice people into your close circle, they weren't bad people per se they just thought they were better than other people, you were always quick to tell them their place though.

“So you got paired with that Lupin kid, that sucks. If you asked I'm sure the professor would change your partner, out of fear of what would happen if they didn't.” Your friend joked and then the whole group laughed.

“There is nothing wrong with Remus, other than his bout of troublesomeness which has certainly calmed down this year, he is near the top of the class as well, his grades are ranked higher than yours.”

Your friend clearly had more things to say, like the fact that Remus was in Gryffindor, the company he kept was lousy in their eyes and he was a half-blood. But they knew if they said any of those things you would certainly argue with them and they learned to keep their mouth shut when it came to those topics around you. Your family’s blood purity ideals and those of some other purebloods didn't exactly align with yours. Your friends also had these views, you only put up with it because they shared a room with you and you didn't want any hostility to arise. As your roommates walked into your shared room you went to the one across the hall where your other friends were, sadly their room was full so you couldn't move rooms to be with them.

“Having fun with your miniature death eater friends?” Andromeda joked and her roommates all laughed in agreement.

“Half of them are your blood Dromida, shall I remind you?”

She hid her face, joking dramatically. “Oh please don’t.”

“Speaking of your family members, I got paired up for a project with one of Sirius's friends, Remus.”

“Sirius is my favourite cousin so I assume the company he keeps is rather good. You should be fine.”

“I'm telling Regulus you said that.”

“Please don't, he's already too closed off and mopey as it is.”

“Maybe you should make an effort to be his favourite cousin.”

“I've tried, Bellatrix would have more luck with that one.”

-

The next day after class you made your way to the library walking with Andromeda as she had nowhere in particular to be, that was when you ran into Sirius who was just leaving.”

“Sirius? Leaving the library?” She mockingly checked his temperature, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Just fine thanks mother Dromeda, I was just with Remus but he has a study date.”

“Not a date, it's for a project.” You were quick to kill their joke since it was at your own expense.

“And hello to you too Y/N, if you’re friends with my cousin here you might just be an alright Slytherin.” Sirius joked as he lightly hit your shoulder with his half-closed fist.

“Funny. Dromeda said a similar thing.”

Sirius smiled widely and then leaned closer in a hushed tone, “If you have nothing to do we can leave those two to their date and you can help me put some charmed muggle dye into Lucius’ shampoo?”

“Of course I would!” She almost yelled out in glee. You watched as the two waved you an absentminded goodbye already starting to plot away. It was good that in such a horrid family those two had each other, you wished you had a cousin like that to save you at family gatherings.

You made your way to the table and sat down beside Remus, who was not prepared to be in such close proximity to you. You smelled like flowers but only faintly, which he had never noticed before from passing you in the hallways, you had to be this close to notice and oh was it heavenly.

You set your books out, organizing them on the table meticulously and started planning an outline, perfect handwriting and no smudged ink since you took your time to write. Remus realized he was staring and started fumbling with his books, he had quickly realized that he was quite attracted to you, he would have to stop being awkward and start being more smooth, or at least more normal if he ever wanted a chance with you. The thing was, Remus wasn't sure what he wanted, he had assumed you were too perfect to even consider dating him. He thought you would never actually fall for him so why not flirt with you a little. What harm could be done? “How are you today?” He asked casually, starting off as normal as possible.

“Good, my best friend is off getting in trouble with your friend Sirius and I'm excited to hear about the aftermath.”

“Your best friend?” He asked confused on who Sirius would be hanging out with.

“Yeah, his cousin-” But before you could finish Remus interrupted, “Bellatrix?”

“You think I'm the type of person to be best friends with her?” You gawked making the answer to your own question evident on your face.

“Well no, I just, I have only seen you hang out with people... like her.”

“I guess you are right, but I only go to classes with my roommates, who would be the type of “people” you are referring to. Lousy friends really, but I was talking about Andromeda.”

“Oh, of course, I forgot about her. Sorry.”

“Don't be sorry, most people have their opinions on the type of person I am set in stone, but I'm not like that at all.”

“So you're not a perfectly, pureblood, perfect, Slytherin?” He teased as he opened his book and then opened yours to the same page for you, a small but kind gesture.

You watched his hands, freckled and scarred but they still looked soft as they fumbled with the pages, making you lose your train of thought for a moment. “Well, technically yes, not the perfect part but the other three yes, but the difference is that I don’t think those character traits make me any better than anyone else. I'm no different than you.”

“And I would be?” he asked, patiently waiting for you describe him somehow in a few words.

“Your traits don't follow the pattern of alliteration you used with mine but, you're a cute yet troublesome, prefect and Gryffindor.”

“Cute yet troublesome?” Remus questioned further, looking bemused with you. You blushed realizing you had just called him cute, “You must have known this about yourself?”

“Troublesome, I knew people thought that of me, no thanks to my friends, but no one’s ever called me cute.”

“You shouldn't have had to hear it from someone else, you own a mirror don't you?” Was this flirting, this had definitely moved into the flirting territory and you had no map to guide you.

“I try not to look in them usually.”

“Oh, how poetically sad Remus.” You teased and he smiled, he rather liked who he was truly finding you to be.

“Now if you could manage to look at the textbook, I promise you won't be forced to see your own reflection.” You guided him with your finger, pointed to the large page filled with nothing but words.

“In that case, of course. Let's go over this paragraph, it has the main point of what we need.” He was so quick to get to work and he had obviously read the chapter already which made your heart melt a little more. Remus was cute, you noticed this before now but your attention was brought to it once more as you saw him squint his eyebrows deep in thought and twirl his quill between his fingers as he read. He was charming, nice and rather sweet too. You had to admit to yourself that you were falling for him, nothing you could do about it at the moment though. So you buried your face back into your book, taking your sweet time working on this project to prolong the process.

You were explaining a thought to Remus, trying not to focus on how intently he was listening to you when Sirius and Andromeda burst into the library. It was obvious they were cousins in moments like these, no care for the rules of the library. They had a matching set of eyes with tunnel vision in that sense.

“Remus!” Sirius yelled between laboured breaths as Andromeda tried to hold in her giggles beside him.

“Sirius!” He copied in a much quieter voice.

“You not coming to the Quidditch game?” He asked pointing to all the books still laid out.

“I am yes.” He answered swiftly.

“Then let's go. Trust me you will want good seats, I’d sit on the Slytherin side too, for a better view of course.”

“A better view of what exactly?”

“Let's just say our prank worked perfectly, hopefully, Lucius is still going to play. If he does you will notice he is sporting his Gryffindor pride very well,” Andromeda cut in, too excited to stay quiet about it. “You did not,” You exclaimed folding up your books and packing them in your bag.

“We so did, and I don't even care if it loses us the match somehow.”

You noticed Remus hadn't started packing up yet, “Would you wanna come to sit with us? We can be your ticket to the Slytherin side?”

“I'll look a little out of place in my bright red jumper, but sure why not.”

“Oh you can borrow one of Y/N’s, she likes them oversized so I'm sure one will fit you just fine. If not it will look just as oversized on you as well since you’re tiny.”

“I'm not tiny,” Remus responded, clearly not happy about the descriptor.

“Awe Remus mate, that hurt your self-esteem a bit didn't it.” Sirius twisted the knife, all in the fun of torturing his mate in front of the pretty girls.

“No, I'm just clarifying,” he said calmly as he packed his things. You were all walking towards the dungeons when you started wondering why Sirius was still with you, Remus must have noticed too because he spoke up before you did. “Are the Quidditch change rooms in the dungeons now Sirius?”

“Oh shit, you’re right! Better go before I'm late.”

“You are always late, if you ever showed up on time they would be concerned.”

“Oh shut it, see you guys later, we can celebrate Gryffindors win together!”

“I'll bet on that!” Andromeda yelled as Sirius ran down the hallway.

When you finally got down to the dungeons Andromeda spared no thought and simply walked in, not thinking about how Remus couldn't just walk into the Slytherin common room.

“I'll be right back.” You said as you entered the common room, pulling the door slowly closed behind you.

“Don't forget my jumper!” He teased and then leaned against the cold stone wall patiently waiting for the two of you to return.

It only took you a few minutes, you changed into a green and grey jumper, just throwing it over your white button up and neatly pulling your collar out to rest on top, you let it fall casually over the waistband of your skirt, not bothering to tuck it in.

You grabbed a solid green jumper, the one you had that truly was a few sizes too big because you wore to bed and around the common room, luckily it was freshly washed. Lending Remus your clothes was weird enough, it would be worse if it was dirty.

When you made your way back out Andromeda wasn't there yet, you handed Remus the sweater and he pulled it over his shirt, a slight blush creeping up his neck. When he lifted his arms up a bit of his stomach was made visible, the small area of skin was just as scarred as everywhere else on him, though you would never ask why. You caught yourself starring a bit too long and snapped your gaze to his face as it popped through the top of the jumper, revealing a cheeky grin.

You weren't sure why exactly, but you moved closer to him and gently pulled his white shirt collar out from underneath and patting it down flat over the top of the jumper, which as Andromeda had mentioned did look rather big on him too.

“It fits you quite well.” You commented, realizing you were still standing very close to him you took a few steps back. “You look nice in green.”

“I prefer red, but for the night this is fine until your house loses of course.”

“You might end up stuck in that sweater with that choice of words.” You joked and then Andromeda came rushing out of the common room, “Okay Slytherins, let's go see the best house win!”

-

When you arrived at the pitch you were rather early, managing to get very close seats, watching patiently for Lucius’ bright red hair to make its appearance. One of Andromeda's roommates sat beside her and they fell into easy conversation, you didn't want to have Remus feel left out so you gave him your full attention.

“I can honestly say that if someone had told me yesterday morning that I would be watching the Quidditch match, on the Slytherin side, in a rather comfy Slytherin jumper with Y/N L/N I wouldn’t have believed them for a second.”

“What? You don't have any other friends in Slytherin?”

“Can't say I've had the best experiences with the few I've talked to.”

“And that would be?”

“Uhm, Regulus Sirius’ brother, Lucius and Snivellous are a few examples.” He said with an almost pained expression and you couldn't help but laugh.

“Okay okay, I see where you're coming from. Lucius and Snape are both insufferable. Regulus though, his hearts in the right place just his brain is not. He has been weird lately.”

“Yeah, my opinion on him varies as his relationship with Sirius does, currently they aren't speaking so…” he trailed off sort of waving his hands as he explained himself.

“No, I understand, of course, just saying he’s not all bad, certainly not comparable to Snape or Lucius.”

“So other than that, they haven't been great.”

“Until now right?”

“Now?” He asked looking confused.

“Because now you know me!” You said with a toothy smile and he smiled back, chuckling lightly.

“Yes, until you. And Andromeda I guess.”

“Well, there are loads like us.”

Remus smiled as he thought to himself that there was no way there was anyone in Slytherin or even in the entire school comparable to you, you were different, you felt different and things were so easy with you. He was almost scared with how easily he was falling, his walls completely down around you.

As the game started and the entire crowd held back their confusion and laughter at Lucius’ red hair, the night also got colder. As the chilly air nipped at your skin you subconsciously moved closer to Remus, he casually put his arm behind your back letting you move closer to him, he was surprisingly warm.

When the game finally came to an end and Gryfyndor inevitably won, you were sad to feel Remus stand up when everyone around you did. As you were walking through the crowds Andromeda brought up something you were hoping she would so you didn't have to.

“So Remus, since we so kindly invited you to our side of the stands, would you kindly invite us to a so-called “Famous” Gryfyndor post-Quidditch win party?”

He chuckled as he slid his hands into his pockets, the cold air making his face flushed pink and his nose red, you couldn't help but let it distract you as he spoke. “Sure yeah, but you’re gonna have to change into something more, red.”

“Done and done, I’ll go raid Sirius’ closet. Anyone know a good cleaning charm.” She joked and then ran off.

“She right, she's gonna need a few cleaning charms to make one of his sweaters wearable. I guess I can return the favour and let you borrow one of mine?” He asked casually trying not to look at you, or how your eyes watered slightly from the cold wind and small tears dripped down your cheek, he wanted nothing more than to brush them away. It wouldn't have been too far of a move after the way you two sat so closely minutes ago, or the sweet way you fixed his shirt collar for him before.

“Sure, sounds fun!” You exclaimed.

You followed Remus to Gryfyndor tower, he spoke to the fat lady in the portrait and she waved at you so you waved back, bidding her a quiet hello. When a party was happening the charm was lifted and people of all houses who were invited were usually allowed in.

You noticed the room was warm, both from the bright colours, the placement in the school and the large fireplace that seemed to fill the entire room with heat. The place looked cozy, welcoming and there were two staircases leading to opposite halves of the towers, you assumed one to the boys and then girls rooms.

Remus walked towards the stairs and turned to look at you, he smiled as he watched you look around, amazed at the room. “These stairs lead to the boy's rooms, the charm is lifted during parties, took us a while to get passed that one! You can come up I'm sure Sirius wouldn't have had time yet to bring some girl up there, knowing Sirius though it’s best we knock.” He was only joking, being sarcastic and up playing the reputation his best friend had.

He knocked and James opened the door, ‘Why are you knocking mate?” he asked not noticing you before he walked back into the room. Remus waved for you to follow him and you did, awkwardly standing by the door until James noticed you. “Remus, is this a girl? Did Remus finally for the first time ever managed to bring a girl to the room?”

“Oh shut it Prongs,” Remus complained and Peter laughed at both of his friends from his spot on his bed. “May I ask why you two are wearing matching sweaters?” James continued to tease watching as Remus’ face flushed darker and darker red under his friends' scrutiny.

“If these are considered matching sweaters then I hate to break it you but you and Peter look rather coupley too!” James looked to Peter to asses what he was wearing and then crossed his arms. “Hardly the same, I'm still in my Quidich uniform!”

“Oh, that's what that smell is!” Peter joked and then got knocked off his bed by the pillow James threw at him. “I'm going to shower, you are welcome to join me,” he winked at you as he walked across the room. You were quick to banter back, knowing his well-known crushes name. “Sorry Potter, I'm no Lily Evans and we all know you'd much prefer her.” You shrugged your shoulders and smiled from ear to ear.

James frowned and then looked like he was deep in thought about something. He closed the bathroom door and then opened it again raising a hand in the air as he spoke. “While I don't agree with your statement,” he paused for dramatic effect and then pointed at you. “I do like this one,” his face broke into a grin before he closed the door again.

Remus paused for a moment and then looked at the trunk at the end of his bed, “right, sweater,” he said more to himself as he moved across the room, opening the trunk and motioning for you to follow him. He pointed to two different ones giving you a choice.

“That one.” You said pointing to the one with a good mix of red and gold throughout it. “Do you have enough chocolate in there? Did you leave any behind at HoneyDukes?” You asked as he laughed, breaking a piece off of one and handing it to you along with the sweater. You popped the piece of chocolate into your mouth and then pulled your green sweater off dropping it into his trunk and then pulling the red one over your hair making a mess of it. Remus did the same thing, he watched as you fixed your jumper making it look presentable, then you repeated the same actions you did earlier, moving closer and fixing his shirt collar for him. Peter watched the two of you awkwardly and then spoke up, “I was going to ask a question but I don't even know where to start.”

“Then don't.” Remus quipped, “See you down there,” he took your hand and pulled you out the door and down the stairs where an entire party had begun, the lights were dimmer, an enchanted box was playing loud music and bottomless cups of every type of magical alcohol they could get their hands on was laid out on tables. Remus continued to lead you through the crowd, pulling you to a small but empty spot on the couch.

“Did you want to sit here, I can stand.” He offered you the seat like the kind gentleman he was but you wouldn't have him just stand there.

“I can sort of um.” You tried to explain your thoughts without it coming out weird, “You sit.” You blurted out, motioning with your hands to the seat. Actions were working better than words at this moment. Remus just obliged, sitting down and looking to see what you would do next like a confused puppy, he was happily surprised when you gently sat half on his lap and half on the edge of the couch. Remus casually placed an arm behind your back letting you lean into his chest again. It was weird how right this felt, and both of you were thinking the same thing, this felt so natural and easy, which was strange since both of you were usually very closed off and “to themselves” type people.

“The Slytherin’s snuck their way into a Gryffindor party I see.” Sirius greeted you and Andromeda who was sat a few spots down from you as he brought you both a drink.

“What no drink for me?” Remus asked as he faked a hurt look on his face.

“Sorry mate,” Sirius turned to a table and grabbed two more drinks, one for himself and one for Remus, “Wouldn't want to make you have to get one yourself and risk losing your very comfortable looking seat.” Sirius winked at you and then fell into an already very squished part of the couch, wrapping his arms around both Marlene and Lily.

“Fuck off Black,” Marlene complained, saying words you heard her say quite often but they didn't diminish Sirius’ wide grin at all.

“Let's play a game!” Sirius yelled and only the group of people sat on the couches paid any mind to him.

“And what game would that be?” James inquired, you weren't sure when he even managed to get down here and find a seat, but luckily for him, he was seated right beside Lily and she didn't seem too annoyed by it. The group sat on the couches included a few faces you didn't know but to name a few there was you and Remus, Andromeda, James, Sirius, Marlene, Lily, Alice, Frank and Peter and Dorcas who both were sat on the floor.

“We can play muggle Truth or Dare with a twist!” Sirius said and then began to explain that this game was basically like the muggle game but instead if you suspected someone was lying after answering a “truth” question then you could call them out and make the person take Veritaserum that Sirius stole from potions class. The thing was if you wrongly accused someone then you would have to drink it and they could ask you anything they'd like and you would have to answer.

After a few rounds of the basic things, James admitting his love for Lily which no one dared question, Alice admitting Frank’s weirdest habit, Marlene admitting she really wasn't annoyed by Sirius and it was mostly an act and now, Remus.

“Truth or dare Remus?” James asked ready to embarrass someone else.

“Truth,” he mumbled from behind his drink.

“Of course, you always pick truth it's so lame, someone needs to pick dare soon,” James complained and Sirius looked annoyed as well, Remus knew exactly what they were going to dare him to do anyway.

After a few more minutes of thinking, James smiled wickedly taking a swig of his drink and then asking, “Remus tell us, Do you want to kiss Y/N?” The question took Remus off guard, he knew his friends would dare him to kiss you but never thought about them just asking if he wanted to, and of course he wanted to. The tension had been building between you two all day, the relentless flirting, the sharing of clothes and the whole fact that you were currently sat on his lap. He couldn’t even run away if he tried because he wouldn’t lose this seat for the world.

Remus decided to be truthful, for his truth was already written on his rosy cheeks and alcohol covered lips, the way his one hand was curled around his cup and the other curled around your waist, the word came out before he even processed it, “Yes.”

You couldn't help the butterflies that had erupted into your stomach, the way he squeezed your waist a little tighter when he said it made it so much worse. You had to admit to yourself as well that you wanted to kiss him too, you were glad it wasn't done through a dare though.

No one in the room questioned that truth either, there was no way anyone in the room wouldn't want to kiss you, though the way you looked was eye-catching to most the way you sat on  Remus’ lap basically branded your forehead with “property of Remus” though he would never see it that way.

The game resumed, they didn't linger on the answer too long, they had hoped Remus would be a bit more embarrassed to answer it.

The game dwindled down as well as the number of people in the common room. On one couch Marlene and Sirius had passed out, ending up in a weird mess of cuddles and spilled cups. Lily and Dorcas had gone to bed, Peter was asleep in front of the fireplace as James patiently and carefully drew on his face. Though the couch had more than enough space you were still sat on Remus’ lap, turned more so that you were almost facing him, your legs splayed across the other half of the couch as your arm lied across his shoulder and behind his neck.

“So, you want to kiss me huh?” You questioned as you finished your cup, placing it down before it had a chance to refill itself tempting you to drink more of it.

“Don't think there's a person in here that wouldn't,” he admitted truthfully.

“I think that's unusual, it must be because next to you I look warm and nice, but when I'm in my pressed white shirt and green tie surrounded by my prestigious friends I don't look so, so..” You trailed off not able to think of the word you wanted.

“So kissable?” he finished for you and you smiled resting your tired forehead on his. You were so close in this moment, your Firewhiskey coated lips only inches away from his.

“What’s stopping you then?” You teased as your curled your fingers around the back of his neck tugging on a few curls. Maybe it was the way you pulled his hair so gently, or the way it felt to have your weight on his lap but the second those words left your lips he was leaning, unable to stop himself as the voice in his head screamed at him that this was too far, it was never supposed to go this far.

Your lips were overcome by his, you pulled him closer but stayed sitting the way you were.

It was a needy kiss, one that tasted like the alcohol you had been drinking all night and gave a similar burning warm feeling in your stomach. You smiled as your noses touched and he grabbed your face holding you there for a moment longer before letting go. His mind was still screaming at him, the wolf inside him stirred and he was reminded why this was all so bad for him to be doing. He played it off as coolly as he could as you pulled away. Your pleasantly glossy eyes and faded smile starring at his bewildered face.

Before he could think of how to handle this Andromeda came down the stairs and into the room, if she had come a few seconds earlier she would have caught the two of you mid-kiss.

“Y/N, we should head back now.” She said and walked towards the door before even waiting for you to get up, you depended on her to get back without getting caught. You awkwardly stood up and muttered a smaller goodbye to Remus paired with a dainty wave before running to catch up with Andromeda.

In one way it was good for the night to end like that, he could avoid having to break your heart for at least a few more hours until morning. This was also bad because now he would have to stay up all night worrying and stressing about it. Remus took out his wand, using magic to help him carry Sirius to his bed as James did the same with Peter. The two boys stayed sound asleep, the effects of alcohol weighing them down and keeping them in a dream world of their own. Remus lied in his bed, wanting to voice his feelings to his friend but also not wanting to bother him. He finally got the courage to just simply see if James was awake, “Hey James.” Remus said, whispering as if he spoke too loud Sirius and Peter could be so easily woken up.

“Yeah?” James replied in a sleepy voice.

“Are you trying to sleep?” Remus asked just to make sure he wasn't going to be keeping James awake.

“Trying yes. Failing, also yes.” James complained, he stayed laying on his back, both boys staring at the ceiling above their beds as they talked.

“I think I fucked up,” Remus admitted pulling his blanket up to his chin, wishing he could hide from his problems.

“Fucked up how?”

“With Y/N, I never wanted it to go as far as it did. We barely know each other, sure I spent the entire day with her but I'm usually so closed off I don't know how I let her under my skin so quickly.”

“Too far?” James asked confused and unaware of what they had done.

“Yeah, I just flirted all day with her and she flirted back which was harmless and fun because I thought there was no way she would ever actually want me. But then we shared sweaters which was weird because I really liked seeing her in my clothes, then we sat so close at the match and then at the party she was on my lap all night, then before she left we kissed, and I don't usually do stuff like that.”

“Mate all you did was kiss her? That doesn't mean anything! I've missed loads of girls at parties and then never talked to them again. Maybe its because it happened when I was drunk, or trying to get Lily's attention, maybe they knew that. I'm just saying a kiss doesn't mean anything, especially with a girl like Y/N I'm sure she kisses loads of people.”

“But she was so happy, the way she looked at me all night and then after we kissed it got worse, like I was perfect, like she was staring at the sun itself. I just don't think it meant nothing to her.”

“What did it mean to you?” James asked now turning in his bed to try to see his friend in the dark.

“It cant mean anything to me. You know this. I don't want a relationship and I don't want to bring anyone into this life with me, it's not fair. She doesn't know what she's getting into and it's my job to warn her, or stay away from her for her own good.”

“I think you like her, but if you can't let yourself have that with her then you shouldn’t lead her on.”

“You’re right, thanks Prongs.” Remus said, truly thankful for his friend to help him talk out his feelings. Maybe he hadn't quite taken James’ advice but he had decided he would ignore you, just cut you off completely before you got attached, or before he did.

-

The next morning you didn't see Remus at all, you weren't too sure of his daily routine so you just patiently waited until the class you would have with him. You didn't want things to be awkward and you didn't want to seem too overly excited to see him so you would try to stay calm when his head of curly hair walked into class.

You got out of your seat once he sat down and walked over to him. “So Remus, we should meet in the library again tonight to finish the project.” You asked with a bright hopeful smile. Sadly that smile was not returned, Remus simply nodded and then turned away from you to join his friend's conversation. Ow, that hurt a little. Maybe you had just interrupted, he would probably want to talk more when you saw him in the library.

After classes ended you b-lined for the library, setting up all of your books and getting everything ready. You were excited when Remus walked into the large room and made his way to your table, but that excitement dropped when he stopped at the opposite side and put a stack of papers down in front of you.

“Here’s my half of the project finished,” he muttered, not looking you in the eyes as he spoke. You half expected him to at least sit down with you so you replied with a simple “okay” unable to say anything else as he just turned and walked away without another word or explanation.

Once Remus was gone you couldn’t focus on your books for more than a minute. Had you done something wrong? Maybe you weren’t a good kisser and it totally turned him off. Maybe he was just drunk and didn't mean it, maybe he didn't remember. You hoped it was nothing you had done.

You forced yourself to get the project done, leaving behind your neat handwriting for scribbles and smudged ink, it was good enough. Once you had finished you pieced all the parts together and put it in your bag to hand in tomorrow.

When you arrived back in the Slytherin common room you made your way to Andromeda's room, not knocking and just letting yourself in. She was sat on her bed reading a book and marking handwritten notes on each page.

You frowned and sat with a huff at the end of her bed making her stop writing and look up at you. “What wrong?” She was very confused about what could have happened since she had seen you last, you gushed all night long about Remus and were excited all day to see him. Before you could answer she spoke again now knowing the source of your sadness, “What did he do?”

“Nothing, he did nothing. And that's the problem.”

“Nothing?”

“Yeah, he ignored me all day and then when we were supposed to work on the project together he just dropped his half of work on the table and left with no explanation.”

“Maybe he's gay?” Andromeda guessed, seeing no reason why some bloke wouldn't want to be with you, especially after kissing you and flirting with you all night.

“You think he gay?” You asked, now deep in thought on the topic.

“Well I definitely think he's not straight, sometimes I see him and Sirius look at each other, not like a look of love or anything, I think they are friends, but there’s a look of attraction that's clear to see.”

“Well, I don't think he is, why would he be so flirty and nice and stuff, why would he kiss me? I don't think he is that type of person to just get drunk and snog people at every party...”

“Maybe he doesn't think that you like him?”

“You think?”

“Well, there's only one way to find out.” Andromeda shrugged as she picked her book back up, meaning the conversation was over and it was clear how she expected you to handle it.

“Well not everyone is as bold as you are, but I guess I can try to just go talk to him if he doesn't run away first.”

“You can run? Yeah? “ She more stated it as a fact than asked it, and she was right, you were going to have this conversation wether Remus liked it or not.

It took a while to find him, you assumed he was hiding in his common room so after checking a few places you just waited outside hoping he would leave eventually, seeing as he would have prefect duties at some point. It was just before curfew when he left the room, the large painting opening and then closing behind him before he noticed you.

“Hey, Remus…” You said a little too loudly startling yourself and him.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked looking surprised to see you.

“Oh you know, prefect duties.”

“They haven't started yet?” Remus noted pointing to the clock on the wall telling the time.

“I like to be early.” You quickly explained, Remus nodded and then started to walk away so you turned to walk beside him. “I may have been lying.” You casually suggested and he looked at you knowingly, “really? I had no idea.”

“It’s just you avoided me all day and I just.” You paused losing your words you had rehearsed a million times over. “I just wanted to know why, if I did something wrong? Was it because I'm lousy at kissing because I have no experience in that sort of thing so I could get better.” You started rambling and Remus stopped walking, looking around at the empty hallway for a way out of this conversation but found nothing.

He dug his hands into his pockets after rubbing one over his face and moving his hair out of his eyes. “Look Y/N, I just don't think this will work between us. I really like you and you are bloody great at snogging I promise, but there is someone else who would be much better suited to do that with you.”

“But I like you. And if you like me too then I don't see an issue unless you are lying to save my feelings, in which case it's not working.”

“There are just things about me, that I can't tell you right now and I know they are deal breakers, I know that when you really get to know me you won't want me.”

“Then why can’t I be the one to decide that, why are you trying to make something fail before it has even had a chance to happen. I just want a chance.”

Remus looked down at you, he made the mistake of looking into your eyes, seeing the way you still looked at him like he was the sun and the moon put together, like you were still so fond of him after he hurt you.

He knew deep down that he truly wanted you, that he wanted this but was trying to deny himself of it, as he had for so long. Maybe it was because of the full moon coming up that he was losing his self-control, maybe it’s because you had become a new found weak spot of his or maybe it was because he really missed the taste of your lips. With no words or explanation he let actions do the talking, he leaned down to your height and pulled your face closer to his, pressing his lips hard against yours.

The kiss was just as needy as last night, but no holding back this time. The voices inside Remus’ head weren’t screaming at him to stop, it was just his own thoughts telling him that your lips tasted like raspberry chapstick instead of Firewhiskey and that kissing you sober felt so much more real.

He had silenced those voices and let his heart win this time, it’s what he finally deserved. He pushed you against the wall gently without breaking the kiss, caging you in until a professor's strict voice boomed down the hallway, “Lupin, Y/L/N, please go to your assigned prefect duties at once!”

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[darkhymns-fic]

Where the tall trees bend, I asked something of you

Colette wanted to give something to Lloyd for retrieving her lost weapon, despite him never saying it was necessary. But maybe what she asked was still much too selfish.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: A fanfic for Fictober 2019, prompt #5: "I might just kiss you." (Very late!! Not a surprise!)

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The sun was setting, lighting fire to the clouds in a burst of red. Maybe the sight of it was what had gotten Colette to make her mistake. It had only been a few weeks since she had started using the chakrams, their weight deceptively heavy and their sides nearly sharp enough to bite into her palms.

Lloyd was staring up at a cliff, scratching his head. "How… did you get your chakram up that far?"

The cliffs that bordered Iselia were not easy things to traverse - so much of the wilderness outside was unkempt, unruly, and so out of the order of neat and proper things that the Church taught her. It was a lot like Lloyd himself, and maybe that was why she was always drawn past the gates to sneak out into the forests with him.

Sometimes they came out here to play, but today was an attempt at training. The result was the ring of metal embedded within a brush that sprouted from the cliff, reflecting back the waning sunlight.

"Uh… I guess I messed up, huh?" She laughed, both hands now clasped around the single chakram she still held. She supposed she could start using just one, but it had not been easy for her father to help get her the weapons.. and it was nice matching double with Lloyd.

Right now, Lloyd had his hands on both hilts of his swords, craning his neck up high to see what he could do. After a moment, he sighed. "Colette, you really have one heck of a throwing arm."

"Hm, it must be all the practice from playing catch with Noishe!"

"No way! That's…. Actually that does make sense…"

Colette felt strangely a bit proud at that, but that didn't help with their situation by much. It was still quite a ways high up. They'd need wings to get up there!

"I guess I'll just have to go get it.." Lloyd said, already stretching out his arms to prepare for the climb.

"Oh! No, no, you don't need to, Lloyd. It was my fault. I should be the one to get it." Even though her legs trembled at the height. 

"We need to though! Or you'll get in trouble for hanging out with me again." She saw something cross his face, something she wasn’t used to seeing. "It was my fault anyway. I was making you show me how to use those."

She wanted to say she was so happy to show him her recent training, but he was already turning away, ready to start the climb.

"Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"

Lloyd turned back to her, his right foot already planted on a jutting rock. “Huh? Like what?” At that, she saw the curiosity in his eyes. She knew he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity that he might get a gift. That excitement fueled up her own, made her grin wide.

“If I do, it’ll help you climb faster up that cliff I bet.”

“Hey, so you do want me to go and get it!” 

She giggled, still holding onto her sole chakram. “I just want to help you!”

“Well, fine then! What you got for me?” Now back to facing her, hands on his hips, he waited for what she would give him. But first, Colette had to think of something! 

"How about...I'll bake you some cookies!" She had always wanted to make cookies regularly like Genis did.

Lloyd raised his eyebrow. "No offense, Colette… but you don’t exactly make the best cookies. I mean, not nearly as bad as the Professor...but you somehow also set the cookies on fire the last time."

Colette ducked her head in embarrassment. "Oh yeah, hehe…. I was hoping you wouldn't remember that."

“It’s kind of hard to forget something like that when it was at my house!”

Dirk had been so forgiving then, even trying out the burnt cookies she had made despite the fact she had nearly set fire to their wooden home. But since there was a metalsmithing forge in the same place, maybe fire accidents like that were common?

“I can help you study when we get back? For last night’s homework!”

Lloyd looked less excited at that. “Man, do we gotta study? Can’t you just give me the answers or something?”

“Ah, but I don’t know the answers either…” It was a lot harder to come up with fun things than she had thought. What would be fun exactly…?

“I can take over grooming Noishe’s fur for you! And help give him baths! And feed him… and take him out for walks and play catch!” 

“Colette, this is sounding like it’s more for you than for me! And I already let you help me with all those things anyway!”

“Oh right… But Noishe is so cute, I want to!”

“Heh, I know, I know…”

Lloyd was smiling, but it wasn’t the excitement that she was looking for. She thought hard on it again. She kept thinking on things that she thought was fun, but not for him specifically. But couldn’t it be for both still?

The sun was setting, something that Lloyd noticed. “Hey, if we want to get back to Iselia soon, I’ll need to go get it quick… You can make it up to me some other time!

“Ah, hold on, I just… um…” It was so hard to think of something, but she caught the way the sun shone on his hair, the wind pulling at his collar strips, making her want to reach out and grab it. She nearly wanted to do so now, remembering how she had nearly fallen earlier, Lloyd’s hands grasping her around the waist to prevent her stumble. His eyes had latched onto the chakram that flew from her palm to arc into the air, his hands still holding tight. She had been sad once he finally let go.

"Well, I, um…" Something took over her voice suddenly. "I-I might just kiss you then!"

Lloyd seemed to stumble despite standing still only a moment ago.

"...Say that again?"

Colette stood still, though her mind was going into chaos. Everything felt so different to the soft sky above.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“...Huh? You just did!”

“Ah! You mean just now…”

“Yeah…?”

She could barely look at him; the sun casting brilliant shades over his skin. She had always wanted to be close to him. But there was the fear that he’d know much more than she was prepared to give. He always seemed to. And then she had just blurted it out anyway.

“I… might just kiss you,” she said again, looking to the side.

It felt so quiet, underneath the quickly darkening sky.

She didn’t hear Lloyd say anything, and that worried her. Taking a deep breath, she raised her head, expecting to find a disappointed-looking Lloyd. Instead, he… wasn’t there? Had she scared him so much that he had run off?

She looked at the cliff, up a few feet, and already found him climbing up its face than she thought was possible in so short a time.

"L-Lloyd!" she cried out in surprise.

"Hold on, hold on I'm getting it!!" He was waving back to her, his grin ecstatic. He had nearly lost his grip on one handhold, quickly catching onto another with his previously waving hand. “J-just a sec! Almost there!”

“Wait! That’s too fast!” She rushed up to the cliff, thinking of going after him. But her stockings caught onto bushes that lined the ground, her feet nearly made her slip at a sudden dip in the ground. She’d just cause more trouble for Lloyd if she went up too, it was just-

She wanted to always be with him.

Something in his movements was so strong and quick, that soon he was even jumping across little outcroppings of rock that gave him enough room to plant his feet. Her heart shuddered as he nearly slipped off one, only to catch himself at the last moment, to look back down at her on the ground and give another grin. So bright and so excited, like when he would rush to her when she would walk down the steps from the Church, or helped her ride Noishe to then run with them both down the shoreline of the nearby river. Those are the times she could forget everything else, everything she was meant to do.

Lloyd finally reached her chakram, already grabbing it in his right hand, where the white cloth around his palm stood so starkly against the red dye of his glove. “Got it!” He turned towards her again, the wind blowing strongly against his hair, his ribbons waving erratically in the air like fluttering wings. “See, Colette? I got it!!”

“Y-yeah!” She was calling back, also excited, but still so very nervous for him. “Just… be careful!”

“What? Sorry, I can’t hear you!” Lloyd was shouting loudly, but the wind kept trying to take his voice away. No way her quiet voice would reach up to him that far. “Hold on, I’m coming back down!”

And with that, Lloyd jumped.

There was so much Lloyd could do - as wild as the forests outside her stable village, holding something unknown and exciting. To others, it could be frightening, as many others saw of the boy living outside of what they’ve known. Raised by a dwarf, carrying weapons in his hands to fight off monsters on his daily trek, and his voice so loud it could reach across the village when he called out her name. 

Colette finally let go of her remaining chakram, rushing up to where Lloyd was falling. He looked ready to land, as if he had done this so much before, but she couldn’t let go of her worries, of her need to be with him. Arms extended, she attempted to catch him… which just made him land on top of her instead.

The ground was soft beneath her, and she could see the backdrop of the sky against the fringe of Lloyd’s hair.

“Gah! Colette…” Lloyd whined. She had fallen onto her back, Lloyd’s hands pressed into the grass on both sides of her head, trying not to put his full weight on her. The chakram he had held had rolled off to the side, letting go of it at the last second.

“Sorry, sorry,” Colette was repeating, her hands clinging to the material of his jacket. She smiled up at him. “But… you scared me, you know.”

Lloyd looked down at her, his hair sticking out all over the place from the force of his descent. “Ah, I was going to be okay… I do that all the time.”

“Mm, but you never told me that!”

“I didn’t?” He blinked, his confusion so endearing she just wanted to stare at him forever. “Oh… I guess I forgot to. Sorry, Colette...but I did get your chakram!”

“Hehe, yeah! Good job.” She didn’t move from her position, and neither did he. The sun, close to the edge of the sky, shone against his hair, making her blink.

Lloyd noticed the quiet, smiling a little nervously. “Ha… um, about before, you don’t… have to or anything.” She felt her body shift, getting ready to leave. “I can just take you back home.”

What her hands held wasn’t exactly his jacket she realized, but the white strips that extended from his collar. She held them in both hands, keeping him from getting up.

“Uh…” Lloyd said, noticing her stopping him. He didn’t seem to mind, she thought. Or was that just wishful thinking?

“But I wanted to give it you though.”

She would always keep his expression then close to her heart - once she left on her own journey, once she finally said her goodbyes, this was one selfish thing she would allow herself to keep. His red cheeks, the lock of hair that fell over his forehead, the surprise slowly morphing to something much more pleased.

“It seemed like you were really happy about it too,” she said, gauging to make sure. Still, she held the fabric, twirling it between her fingers.

“Yeah… I’m still really happy about it,” he said with that addictive smile.

“Well… then… um, let me,” she said, before pulling him down just a fraction so she could kiss him, closing her eyes as she did so. She still felt the warmth of the sun; on her face, against her lips, how he softly fell against her, the hint of her name on his breath.

Perhaps she was allowed one more selfish thing she could keep. Lloyd taught her that two of something was always better anyway.

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[megamanx1994]

Captain Falcon: The First Peacekeeper (Part 2) Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Great Divide (Disclaimer!! I own nothing of Nintendo or Inuyasha! Except for my OCs.) I was walking into GSI where I was called for some kind of meeting. “I wonder what they want from me,” I said, “Its not like I did anything wrong.” I finally found the boarding room. There, I saw Little Mac, my old friend Tessa, and others. “Sit down Mr. Shay,” said Someone. I sat down. “I don’t believe we met,” he said, “My name is Joseph Dimaccio, head of the N.G.O.S, the New Government of Seattle.” “Sooooo what’s all this about?” I asked. "We're here to congratulate you Nicholas for all of your hard work," he said, "The world owes you and your friends for all of the things you've done for us... however..." "However what?" i asked. "However, some have been concerned with how your actions have resulted," said Dimaccio, "People are afraid." “That’s why I’m here,” said someone. I turned around and saw Korra. "Korra... what a surprise," I said. “I don’t know how else to say this,” she said, “We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes I’m all for it.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Nicholas, while many people see you as a hero, there are some who prefer the term vigilante,” said Dimaccio. "What word would you use?" i asked. "How about Dangerous," said Dimaccio, "What else would you call a group of biologically enhanced superhumans that seem unconcerned about the mess they leave behind?" He showed us footage from my beginning days as Power Man to the most recent fight at the party. “For 2 years you’ve been acting with unlimited power and no supervision," he said, "This is something the world can no longer tolerate. However there is a solution” He gave me a document that asks that I resign from doing herowork. “From now on you will have to oblige to my rules,” he said, “The Hyrule Accords is a document that will sign all bio-humans with the government, and will allow you to go to specific places only when and if the panel deems it necesarry.” “What?” I asked. “And if you defy these rules, there will be consequences,” he said. “Y-you can’t do this to us,” I said. “I can and I have,” he said, “This discussion is over. You have 72 hours to decide.” I was walking out angry about the situation. “Nicholas I….” said Korra. “I can’t believe you’re siding with them!” I said, “I thought we were friends.”  “OF course we’re friends, but sometimes things just happen,” said Korra, “And there’s nothing you can do about it, so why bother?” “Look,” I said, “I can’t just sit back pretending I don’t see something happening. If I see someone in danger, I have to save them.” “Look you have every right to be angry about this,” said Korra, “But if you can’t accept limitations, then you’re no better than the bad guys.” “Korra, if I see that someone’s about to get hurt, I can’t ignore it,” I said, “Sometimes I wish I could.” “Nick, it would do everyone a favor if you just sign the document,” she said. “Forget it,” I said, “I’m not selling my soul to them just to keep Seattle safe from anymore collateral damage.” I walked away. “Nicholas, some things are just….. beyond our control,” she said. “That’s not the way I see it,” I said. Colleen was looking for me. “There you are,” she said. “What do you want?” I asked. “Dude some soldiers were waiting for a demonstration and you never showed up,” she said. “What do you care?” I asked. “Well for starters, I had to cover your ass,” she said. “I didn’t ask you to,�� I said. “No, but the commander did,” she said, “I was just doing as I was told.” “Whatever,” I said. She followed me. “Ok what’s going on dude?” she asked, “You’re not your useful cheerful self today.” “I don’t wanna talk about it,” I said. Bryan, one of Colleen’s comrades came by. “Come on dude, talk to us,” he said. I pushed him to a wall and put a fake blade near his head. “I said I don’t wanna talk about it!” I said. “And I can respect that,” said Bryan. “Nicholas?” asked Colleen. “Fine, I was just at a meeting and apparently they want to put a law against half humans,” I said. “What?” asked Colleen. “After my little mess yesterday they decided that enough is enough,” I said. “Can’t your team do something?” asked Bryan. “First off this ‘team’ you speak of doesn’t exist anymore,” I said, “And second of all…. They’re gone.” “Well look Nick, no matter what happens I’ll be by your side,” said Colleen, “Because you’re my best friend.” “Thanks,” I said. I started to walk away. “Look,” she said, “I know how you feel.” “Don’t,” I said. “When your friends left….” I pulled away. “I said ‘don’t’,” I said. “Maybe its time we moved on from the past,” said Colleen. I headed out. “I may have fast healing, but even I have wounds that take longer to heal,” I said. Later I was heading to the place where Wendy works. “Hey,” she said, “I didn’t expect to see you here.” “Well here I am,” I said. “Did Colleen forget something?” asked Wendy. “No, I just thought we could hang out,” I said. “I guess you can’t get enough of the infamous Wendy,” she said as she grinned. “Unless you only like me because you know I’m power man,” I said. She came to me. “So…. What’s the deal?” she asked, “I rarely see you hanging around other people. Antisocial much?” “Not exactly,” I said, “I had a group of really great friends. I don’t….. I don’t talk to them anymore.” “Why?” asked Wendy. “Things just got complicated and now…. They all left and I’m the only one here,” I said. “It happens,” said Wendy, “I actually know how you feel.” “You do?” I asked. “So my friend Rose and I were semi-finalist in the dance competition right?” she asked, “Rose was determined to win first place and make sure I won 2nd, she was training hard with me and them wham! I kicked her right in the face.” “Wow,” I said. “She had a broken jaw, swollen lip, and a black eye,” said Wendy, “My best friend since the sixth grade…. Never spoke to me again.” She looked down to the floor. “Ohhh, but…. Its not like you meant it,” I said. “Yeah… some stuff is just beyond our control,” she said, “Give me a sec to close up shop and we can get somethin’ to eat. Sushi.” I heard glass break. “What was that?” I asked. I was looking at a strange white haired guy. “Its here,” he said, “I know it. “Who the hell are you?” I asked. “You don’t recognize me do you?” he asked. “No why should….” I said. Something jogged in my memory. “OH my god, you’re that guy from the party,” I said. “What’s it to you?” he asked. “Why’d you dye your hair white?” I asked. “Ok are you gonna ask a bunch of questions?” he asked. He saw Wendy come out. “Found ya,” he said. Wendy started to run. The guy chased after her. “You picked the wrong day to mess with InuYasha!” he said. “Get away from her!” I shouted as I pushed him away. “alright now you’ve done it,” he said. He got out a giant sword. “Ok let’s do this,” I said as I got my beam sword out. We clashed at each other. “Your sword’s no match for my Tetsuiga,” he said. He dashed at me. “Try this one for size!” he shouted. I countered and kicked him in the face. “Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!” he shouted. He did a claw attack and it scratched my face. I kept fighting him. “What the fuck is your deal?!” I said. “You’re not stopping me from taking down that half demon!” said InuYasha. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I said still blocking his attack. “Liar!” he shouted. He kicked me in the knee and slashed me and I fell to the ground. “Time to finish it,” he said. Someone lunged at InuYasha stopping his attack. It was Wendy…. But she looked different. Her skin was pale and she had some kind of mark on her face. “Keep. Away. From him,” she said. She suddenly regained control and turned normal again. “The next time your symbol comes up, don’t answer it,” said InuYasha, “Power-Man is dead.” He started to walk away. “Tell me,” I said, “If you’re a half demon, do you bleed?” He ran off. “You will,” I said. I turned around and looked for Wendy and it started raining. “Wendy?” I asked, “Where are you?” I saw a purple light. “Wendy?” I asked. She turned and saw me. “Go….. run away like all the others,” she said. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “You saw it…. Didn’t you?” she asked. “Yeah,” I said. “Then you have a right to be scared of me,” she said tears streaming down her eyes, “Now I get to go back to having no friends…” I took her hand. “Wendy, I’m not going anywhere,” I said, “I made a promise to be your friend no matter what, and I intend to keep it.” She looked at me. “Thank you,” she said as she hugged me. “Its ok,” I said, “Tell me everything.”

Wendy told me everything about how sht got her powers and why she spent the rest of her life hiding. “So you just kept running after your parents threatened to turn you in?” I asked. “Yes…. They knew what they would do to people like me… and they did it anyway,” she said with tears in her eyes. “That’s horrible,” I said, “I’d never do that to someone who’s close to me.” She noticed blood on my hand. “You’re bleeding,” she said. “Oh, its nothing,” I said. “Don’t say that,” said Wendy. Her hands glowed with energy and she touched them. The blood healed and my arm wasn’t hurting. “How did you do that?” I asked. “I have some kind of magic tricks,” she said, “They can heal other people’s wounds.” “Incredible,” I said. “You mean…. You don’t hate me for being a bio-human?” asked Wendy. “Of course not,” I said. She hugged me. “Thank you,” said Wendy. Inuyasha was getting his scars healed after a fight with me and Wendy. “I could’ve gotten him,” he said, “He’s the one causing all this chaos.” “I don’t think so Inuyasha,” said Kagome, “He seems to kind of a person to hurt others.” “But still.. he just doesn’t seem like a hero,” said Inuyasha. “Are you by any chance jealous of him?” asked Kagome. “No,” said Inuyasha, “I just wanna make sure he is who he says he is.” Ghirahim was watching. “Oh you will,” said Ghirahim, “And by then it will already be too late.” Some servants brought something into his lair. “We’ve found it,” said one of them. They opened the bag revealing Zant’s corpse. “Its time,” said Ghirahim. The next day I was asleep on my bench doing research. The phone rang. “Hello?” I asked. “Hey,” said Korra, “Its me.” “What do you want?” I asked. “Is that any way to greet a girl?” asked Korra, “Anyways you gotta check this out.” “What is it?” I asked. “The half demon,” said Korra, “We found it.” We were at the secret weapons facility where Luna was. “It looks like I finally got a picture of the half demon,” said Luna, “Now we just have to find it.” “Then what will we do?” I asked curiously. “We’ll bring it to commander Dimaccio and he will decide his or her fate,” said Kuviera. Luna got the DNA and put it in the computer. It revealed someone familiar and I gasped. “No….” I said. “You know her?” asked Asami. “I…. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “You saw her,” said Kuviera. “……Yes,” I said. “That’s all we need to know,” said Korra, “Now we have to find her.” “Who says we have to do that?” I asked. “The N.G.O.S,” said Korra, “We have our orders and you have ours.” “Korra, is this what Avatar Aang would’ve did?” I asked. “If it was for the good of his loved ones then yes,” said Korra, “You’re either with us, or against us. Its your choice.” That word echoed in my head. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” said Korra, “I have to get ready.” Asami looked at me staring out into the sky. “I know how much she means to you,” said Asami, “You’ll do us all a favor if you stay out of this one.” I was at a bar talking to Colleen, Finn, and Princess Bubblegum. “I can’t do this by myself,” I said, “I need your help to do this.” “So basically someone is framing Wendy for the mass murders going on,” said Finn, “And you think Wendy is innocent.” “That’s right,” I said. “Nicholas…. I’m not gonna turn against you,” she said, “I just wanna make sure we consider our options. Because people who shoot at you will more than likely shoot at us too.” “So are you in?” I asked. “Yeah,” said Colleen. “Count me in too,” said someone. It was Luna. “Something tells me we were given the wrong blood,” she said, “I wanna help you guys find out who’s the real half demon behind all this.” “The more the merrier,” I said, “Where’s Megaman?” “Recovering after an intense battle,” said Luna, “But luckily I still have my paintbrush.” She swung it around like a sword and smashed something. “Dude, put thing away!” said a man, “There’s like children here!” “Oops,” she said. “We’ll have to do it in secret though,” I said, “If we’re gonna get intel on the real half demon, we might as well make a few adjustments.” Colleen was giving us some makeovers. I got a lether jacket and a new hairdo and put on some shades. “Its funny, I almost didn’t recognize who you were,” said Colleen. “Well at least you know a familiar face under the shades and we can all work a normal light,” I said. We spent the next few days getting intel and information on the real half demon. With all the info we realized that someone was pulling the strings. I then took them to where I was hiding Wendy. “Nicholas…” she said, “Who are they?” “They’re here to help,” I said, “We’ve been getting intel on the half demon we think is responsible for what’s happening.” “I promise you I didn’t do those things,” said Wendy. “And I believe you,” I said, “But the people who think you did are after you, and I don’t think they’ll settle for taking you in alive.” Wendy was scared. “But I won’t let them lay one finger on you,” I said, “I promise.” I heard sirens. “Oh shit,” said Colleen, “Its their task force!” I grabbed my beam sword. “Get Wendy out of here,” I said. “I’m not going without you,” said Colleen. One of them busted the doors down. “Time to break out the heavy artillery,” said Colleen. She put on a backpack. “What is that?” I asked. Wings came out of it. “You think you’re the only guy Luna makes stuff for?” she asked, “Now let’s fight!” The task force came upstairs. “Arrest them!” said their leader. I jumped at them and fought them off while Finn and Princess Bubblegum took Wendy out of the building. I kept fighting the task force soldiers. “No doubt they work for N.G.O.S!” said Colleen. She flew by one of them giving them a hard punch. Wendy and the others were surrounded by soidiers. “We can’t get by them!” said Finn. “Stand back,” said Wendy. She used magic to push them all out of the way. One of them shot me in the arm. The wound healed. “Motherfucker!!!” I shouted. I kicked him in the balls. I saw Bolin and Opal fighting them off. “What’s going on here?” asked Bolin. “Apparently more than we know,” I said. “You won’t know anything by the time we’re done,” said Kuviera. “Oh shit,” said Colleen. She shot an earth attack at us and I deflected it. “Arwing!” said Wendy. I saw it and we all got inside. “Start, start you piece of junk!” I said. It started and I flew us away. “Asami, follow them!” said Kuviera. Asami appeared in some kind of exo skeleton. I remembered all my lessons in flying a plane and avoided her. “Freeze!” said Asami, “You’re under arrest!” Colleen flipped her off but tripped when I hit the brakes. “Why are we stopped?” she asked. “The lights red!” I said. “THERE ARE NO GODDAMN RED LIGHTS IN A GODDAMN SKY CHASE!” she shouted. I started flying again. “Why’s she trying to kill us?” asked Bolin, “Um… why are you trying to kill us?” “She works for the c.i.a!” said Finn, “We’ve seen too much!” “Let’s not jump to conclusions,” said Opal, “We don’t know she’s trying to kill us.” “CAR!!!!” said Finn. “SHE’S TRYING TO KILL US!!!” shouted Opal. I avoided the car. “D-d-did you just put your blinker on?!” asked Colleen. “You gotta indicate your turn,” I said, “It’s the LAW!” “That. Does it,” she said. She took the wheel and flew faster. “Wait what are you doing?!” I said. She saw the task force soldiers and started shooting at them. “Woo!” said Opal, “Now that’s a sky chase!!!” Kuviera was following us. “Oh no,” said Finn. She was summoning two rocks and tried to crush us. “Hold on guys!” said Colleen. She used the boost. “We’re not gonna make it,” said Bolin. “We’re gonna make it,” said Opal. “We’re not gonna make it!” said Bolin. “We’re gonna make it!” said Opal. “WE’RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT!!!” said Bolin. “WE’RE GONNA MAKE IT!!!!!” said Opal. We made it. “We made it!” said Bolin. “Oh fuck!” I said. We crashed into a building and landed on the ground. “Is everyone ok?” I asked. “Yeah,” said Wendy, “We’re good!” Colleen got out. “They’re coming!” she said, “Hide.” Kuviera looked in the ship trying to find us. “Sir, the ship has been brought down, but there are no signs of the bodies,” she said. “Then they’re not dead,” said Dimaccio, “Continue the search.” “Understood,” she said. I looked around the area to make sure we were clear. “They’re gone,” I said, “Now let’s get moving.” “Where?” asked Luna. “The lab,” I said.

#Korra #the legend of korra #smashbros #Inuyasha #bayonetta #megaman #captain falcon #thefirstpeacekeeper

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April says:JUNE 20, 2016 AT 2:04 PMREPLY

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Amor Amankwah says:OCTOBER 8, 2016 AT 4:47 PMREPLY

Touche! Well said! You hit the nail on the head.

Preach it beee!! Amen and A. men!!

If your natural you know that those styles help reduce tangles i personally dont wear them no reason i havent masterd them as of yet and and doesnt take nothing nut humidity and a wash to get you back to its natural state. Hey check out this video by angel ikyg called black women natural hair its not a bashing video he gives good reasoning to go natural if u feel the same way after watching the video then keep getting relaxers by all means because its your hair have a good day

Dude I always felt the same way. You manipulating your hair to get your curls a certain way says a lot.

Seriously why be so negative? Some people don’t like curly hair or braids but prefer straight hair. Quite frankly some women don’t look good with either hair style. Yeah one can argue that a black woman can achieve straight hair with natural hair but do you know how much more damage will occur than by doing relaxers. If you actually read this woman’s blog you would see her hair is healthy and relaxed. So stop hair shaming and accept the fact that people can have different hair styles and still have healthy hair.

Monique Peterkin says:JANUARY 29, 2017 AT 4:44 PMREPLY

Exactly- this kind of thinking [shaming others hardcore because they have a different view period; be it hair, philosophy, belief, etc,] is and has been completely counterproductive, deleterious, and frankly, embarrassing. We are not a monolith*and there is no “real Black” mind or character. We really need to STOP IT. Where, oh where has it really gotten us as a people in the world? ##!% it.

Everything isn’t for everyone. I am relaxed and I’ve NEVER had anyone else’s hair in my head in my life. My hair is long (bra strap length) and healthy. I’ve never had a desire to go natural because I like the way my hair is when relaxed. My roller wraps and easy maintenance hair works for ME & my life & that my friend is how that works out. I will not apologize or be ashamed of MY choice for MY hair. I am team #CreamyCrack.

There are lots of things we do that aren’t ‘natural’. Do you wear make up? Thats not natural. When people wear braids the extensions they use aren’t natural. When people flat iron their natural hair thats not natural or when people wear weave and wigs over their natural hair- not natural either. Big Deal! People are so busy pointing the finger and telling other people what they should do or think that they don’t realise they are a bunch of hypocrites.

I disagree and can I give you an analogy and you may never agree but this is mine. People over time have used inventions to make their life easier doesn’t mean they don’t embrace their culture our heritage but they are doing things to.save time and effort. Ex. Pencil to typewriter to computer Records to cd to downloads For some not all healthy relaxed hair makes our lives more manageable and easier. I love natural hair but please respect me too and recognize that for me and my course hair it’s much easier.

Where “someone’s” hair means?? Oh pls… Its about time judging stopped!! Its the same hair ok? Jux that others prefer to relax it. And yes… Natural isnt for everyone means… Not everyone wants to keep their hair kinky or natural… Its jux hair ok!? Anyone has the right to do whatever!

Sometimes natural hair does not fit your personality or lifestyle. Its similar to how some people do not prefer their own hair color and choose to dye it.

I agree with you 100%. I think if it grows out your head it obviously is for you. lol Im natural and I don’t judge whether you make a decision to relax or not relax, i really don’t care what you do to your head. But what we’re not gonna do in these comments is say that natural “poofy” hair is “unprofessional”. That is the real issue. What is professional? Straight flat hair? I don’t like that stigma at all. And also side note, natural hair products typically are organic or healthy for your scalp most of the time. Relaxer literally burns your scalp and has your hair fall out if it’s in too long lol it can’t be that safe when used in the long term. But i’m not the one who is making the decision so who cares about my opinion anyway lol

Montia says:JUNE 12, 2016 AT 6:37 AM

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Hey Lauren,

I have been a home relaxer for years! Do you have any suggestions for beach hair or what to do to protect your hair at the pool? It’s vacation season so wanted a little product help!

Thanks Montia

Lauren says:JUNE 14, 2016 AT 9:35 AMREPLY

Hey!

I’ve heard that some women coat their hair with oil of deep conditioner before getting into the water – something about your hair soaking up the moisturizing product and not having enough room to soak up chlorinated water. Just be careful – wouldn’t want to have an obvious slick of oil behind you as you dunk in the water! If I know I’ll be in water a lot (i.e. vacation), I’ll put it into a protective style like Marley Twists or Box Braids. Hope that helps!

Pam says:MAY 30, 2016 AT 9:30 AM

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I’m so glad I read your post, I have been natural for 5’years now, I have seen some growth but not the amazing results that I expected. I also think my hair seemed much healthier when I had a relaxer, thank you for helping me realize that natural does not always mean better and since everyone’s hair is different you should do what works for you.

Fahyolah says:APRIL 11, 2016 AT 4:49 PM

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Wow. I came across this post and your first paragraph alone had me! I am sick and tired of everyone portraying relaxed hair as the culprit of all hair problems. There is a way to have healthy relaxed hair and I dislike when I am made to feel guilty about my decision to keep my hair relaxed (I’m not “ashamed” of my natural hair, I just prefer it straight). Thank you, thank you, thank you for posting such a rare opposition in a world filled with individuals shunning relaxed hair!

Mesha says:APRIL 27, 2016 AT 11:54 AMREPLY

Wow! Im going through this now. Havent relaxed my hair in almost a year and its coming out, dry and hard to manage. I honestly dont see what all the hype is about natural hair. I guess its personal choice and the type of hair you have. Some people make natural seem easy but then their hair grade is “naturally” nice! My hair is coarse, dry, thick yet brittle and I hate that. Call it what you want, im Europeanized whatever im not with that and love healthy looking moisturized hair, im getting a perm asap!!!

Faith says:APRIL 2, 2016 AT 5:57 PM

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I also tried to go the natural route… this is my second year now, but my hair was honestly healthiest when I used to relax it. Now my natural hair just sheds so much and is super dit. regardless of what I do to it. My mind is made as I take off my braids in relaxing it. And shall be proudly rocking it.

Abigail Mai. says:APRIL 1, 2016 AT 11:21 AM

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I know this post its old but I feel like I need to post a comment lol. I’ve been natural for three years but things are getting out of hand now, I just can’t do this anymore. I’m glad I found this blog. I’m planning to relax my hair tomorrow and get a pixie cut. I’m so nervous. Nice post! Your hair is gorgeous!

I am at my 3 year mark as well and I’m fed up..smh when yu relaxed what relaxer did you use.

Lauren says:APRIL 7, 2016 AT 10:25 AMREPLY

Tips & materials before you relax your hair at home Relax your hair at home, by yourself, the RIGHT way! Dr. Miracle’s Feel It Formula Thermalceutical Intensive No-Lye Relaxer (Regular Strength)

So how did it go? Reading these comments, I think I have made up my mind. After almost 10 yrs of being natural, I hate it. It takes me up to 3 hrs to straighten it and it still looks a hot mess and all I can do is pull it back. I was looking at my pictures from college and I loved the relaxed look. So much easier in my opinion and my hands and arms don’t feel like they are going to fall off. Any pointers? I’ll prob just go back to the olive oil relaxer.

Kiki says:MARCH 24, 2016 AT 11:54 PM

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Natural isn’t for everyone! My hair broke in the center and both sides while shedding everywhere else. So I cut it down to where it broke, half of my shoulder length hair, to start all over again. I did one Aphogee treatment, then a week later, hit it with ORS relaxer, problem solved! A year and a few months later, my hair is back down on my shoulders. I’ll never go natural ever again! Moisturizing shampoos & conditioners are a must!

Molly

says:FEBRUARY 28, 2016 AT 6:10 PM

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Hi! In 2010 my hair fell out, and I spent the next year-and-a-half in weaves. 18 months later I’m natural and my hair is at my shoulders. It was pretty when straight, but would not stay. It would not hold a style. So I get a relaxer, and my hair starts shedding badly. (The bad reactions were caused my coconut oil as it made my hair dry and brittle, but I just found that out a few months ago) then I get psoriasis from an autoimmune condition so bad my scalp bleeds. So for another two years I stop relaxers. My hair kept shedding and getting dryer( too much protien) finally I went back to relaxers but only to loosen the curl. Now my styles stay. I’m still shedding from a chronic illness and the protien, but my hair is bra band length. Yesterday I went to a new salon, doctors orders, and the stylist said my “natural hair” is so healthy! And that I should let it all go natural. Well, none of it is natural! My ends are just straight because of a bad beautician. I relax my hair every four or so months to loosen the tightness and I love this method. Even the white girls raved after the beautician finished styling it. My hair when straight looks exactly like brand new weave, and I missed that when natural. I mean I could get it just as silky but it wouldn’t stay.. So texlaxsing is my ne strategy.

Lauren says:APRIL 5, 2016 AT 10:45 AMREPLY

I’m so glad you were able to find something that works for you , even with those challenges!

CAH says:FEBRUARY 8, 2016 AT 7:41 PM

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I’ve been natural off and on for over 10 years. This weekend I just texlaxed my hair because I wanted versatility. I wanted to be able to straighten my hair without all the excessive heat used when pressing natural hair but I also wanted to have a little texture left so I can still do my wash n’ go’s. It’s sad that we have to justify how we choose to wear our hair.

Deva says:FEBRUARY 2, 2016 AT 11:13 AM

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Thanks for this. I’ve never felt threatened with the thought of going natural. I’m texlaxed and have been my whole life. I can honestly say that although i enjoy the look of natural hair, I don’t have time for the maintenance. My relaxer has done me well and I’ll keep that chemical in my head for as long as I can.

Micah says:JANUARY 15, 2016 AT 9:13 AM

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I have been free from the creamy crack for 8 years but today I’m so over it I was frustrated with my hair was about to make an appointment for my hairdresser and I’m just like I’m so tired of this and then I said wait what am I trying to prove I’m going to go get me a relaxer and that’s exactly what I’m going to do! MY QUESTION is what relaxer should I use???? since it’s been so long I don’t want my hair to fall out

SincerelyAlexisJ

says:JANUARY 13, 2016 AT 5:16 AM

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Omg , I’m so upset that I just found this post . But I’m extremely happy at the same time ! This post and all the comments made me realize that it’s okay to keep my relaxed hair and not feel bad about it because everybody’s on this natural kick! I had THICK just above my shoulder length hair all my life(I’m 25 now). In August , I noticed my hair just wouldn’t get bone straight anymore when I relaxed it , went through 3 different perms and it just wouldn’t get straight. And because I have such thick and hard to manage hair, it would look like I still needed a perm. So I let my sister in law talk me into going natural(SMH!). The first two times she washed and flat ironed my hair(two weeks apart) , it looked nice . Then it kind of went down hill from there . My hair became SUPER thick , the thickest I had ever seen it before , I could not comb through it , it wouldn’t lay down , it was super dry no matter what I would put on it , etc . Then I noticed that when she would flat iron it , it started looking thinner and thinner.

Towards the ending of November I noticed the back of hair completely broke off ! My mom and I were so upset with what was going on with my hair so by the end of December , I decided to go back to my perms. I permed my hair for the first time since August on January 4th(last Thursday) and while I was in the shower A LOT of my hair was coming out in clumps. Not big clumps , but still they were noticeable clumps. After my protein treatment and deep conditioner , I blow dried my hair and saw that my hair had broken off in the middle of my head as well , not as bad as the back though. Also , when I was “natural” , when I would TRY to comb it , a lot of hair would be let left in the comb.

I’m very inclined to believe that all that heat that was being put on my hair caused a lot of damage, as well as it being soo dry. So I have to admit while I was natural that is when I noticed my hair started to fall out.

What do you think I should do to get it back healthy and growing again ? I’ve always had thick and dry hair and I’ve always done deep conditioners every week to retain the moisture , so I know that’s a given. But what else? Please help me , I’m miss my hair so much!

Adetomi says:MARCH 5, 2016 AT 7:36 PMREPLY

Cut the hair and start over. That’s the only way

Alexis says:JANUARY 13, 2016 AT 5:12 AM

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Omg , I’m so upset that I just found this post . But I’m extremely happy at the same time ! This post and all the comments made me realize that it’s okay to keep my relaxed hair and not feel bad about it because everybody’s on this natural kick! I had THICK just above my shoulder length hair all my life(I’m 25 now). In August , I noticed my hair just wouldn’t get bone straight anymore when I relaxed it , went through 3 different perms and it just wouldn’t get straight. And because I have such thick and hard to manage hair, it would look like I still needed a perm. So I let my sister in law talk me into going natural(SMH!). The first two times she washed and flat ironed my hair(two weeks apart) , it looked nice . Then it kind of went down hill from there . My hair became SUPER thick , the thickest I had ever seen it before , I could not comb through it , it wouldn’t lay down , it was super dry no matter what I would put on it , etc . Then I noticed that when she would flat iron it , it started looking thinner and thinner.

Towards the ending of November I noticed the back of hair completely broke off ! My mom and I were so upset with what was going on with my hair so by the end of December , I decided to go back to my perms. I permed my hair for the first time since August on January 4th(last Thursday) and while I was in the shower A LOT of my hair was coming out in clumps. Not big clumps , but still they were noticeable clumps. After my protein treatment and deep conditioner , I blow dried my hair and saw that my hair had broken off in the middle of my head as well , not as bad as the back though. Also , when I was “natural” , when I would TRY to comb it , a lot of hair would be let left in the comb.

I’m very inclined to believe that all that heat that was being put on my hair caused a lot of damage, as well as it being soo dry. So I have to admit while I was natural that is when I noticed my hair started to fall out.

What do you think I should do to get it back healthy and growing again ? I’ve always had thick and dry hair and I’ve always done deep conditioners every week to retain the moisture , so I know that’s a given. But what else? Please help me , I’m miss my hair so much!

Niquole Abram

says:JANUARY 13, 2016 AT 12:01 AM

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I love this post so much! One of my coworkers was formally relaxed and is now natural and for her it was the best thing ever. For me on the other hand, I know I will relax until I can no longer relax my hair. I’ve had it done since I was at least 8 years old, I’m 27 and I love how my hair looks after.

I took over the reins when I was 12 and can now apply it in less than 7 minutes. I may have timed it a few times… Haha! It’s so much easier to manage as well. I can tell when it’s almost time because I notice it’s harder to comb thru or brush in general and to wash. Once it’s been relaxed, I’m golden!

I spend less time fussing over my hair with it relaxed than if I were to go natural. I’m half black so I think my natural hair texture would be a 3c/4b combination? Afterwards it relaxes to a 2b wavy/surly texture if that. I have flat iron and a blow dryer although I can’t work the blowdryer to save my life and the Flatiron may used once or twice a month to check on my length or do a trim.

I’m determined to prove that just because my hair is relaxed, does not mean I can’t have long and healthy hair. I’m on my way to hip length right now, it was at chin length about 2 years ago and now it’s down to just past my bra strap.

When I tell people that my hair is actually relaxed their jaws drop, a reaction I will never get tired of! What I do to lessen the damage of the relaxer that inevitably gets on the length is I’ll coat that portion of my hair with coconut oil. It seems to provide a bit of a barrier between my hair and relaxer so it doesn’t damage the previously relaxed hair as much. Also with my last relaxer, I did a henna treatment that next day. My roots felt like normal.

You know after a relaxer your roots fill a bit of dry even a little straw like? After doing the henna it felt perfectly fine! I’ve noticed that weird texture seems to go away within a week or so and the henna treatment seem to speed up that process so I think I’ll do henna after I do my relaxer as well.

jada says:DECEMBER 20, 2015 AT 10:39 PM

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What do You do if You have a lot of Breakage an shedding? I haven’t had a perm in 2 months but i’m thinking about getting a perm because i want my hair to be straight an healthy. Do you have anything like Products to recommend for breakage, shedding and promoting hair growth ?

Chaka Khan

says:DECEMBER 16, 2015 AT 12:58 PM

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Thank you so much, I am a year and a half out with natural hair and I hate it. I agree it takes to long to get it how I like it and I feel it was much healthier, when I permed it. It grew much faster. I will be switching back after the first of the year. Thank you again for all the tutorials.

Kalisha Adams says:DECEMBER 9, 2015 AT 9:33 AM

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your hair is amazing and keep up the good work!

Lauren says:JANUARY 7, 2016 AT 12:11 PMREPLY

Thanks girl =)

V-Yella Westcoast

says:DECEMBER 2, 2015 AT 10:03 PM

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I agree with Lauren, you can have healthy straight relaxed hair. Straight hair is easier to manage.