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thissiteistrashbuthereiam · 4 years

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Fuck it. It’s time. Hell, I’m even typing this shit on my phone. Enjoy. Spread the word. The Soul Eater fandom shall make a fracking come back.

There's a part 2 now?

Privacy. It’s a simple concept: one person’s space is left untouched, and they get to enjoy being alone for a second. Just a second was all Maka was asking for. But no. Apparently that was too much to ask.

“Maka.”

And so, it begins.

“Maka.”

Soul opened her door just slightly, enough to make his presence known. (As if it wasn’t already.)

“Soul, what do you want?” She didn’t bother to look at him, keeping her eyes on the delicate text of the book. There was no real point in this, though. Her concentration has long since been broken.

“I’m bored. It’s nice outside. And you are here, reading a book. You’ve been holed up in here so long you’ve started growing mold. Not cool.” She glanced his direction, just for a second. Though, it would be more accurate to call it a glare, in Soul's opinion. “Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right.”

She doesn’t respond to him, simply turning the page with a small, huffy breath. Soul would almost call this a game for them. He would get bored of listening to the same music and come running over to Maka, she would ignore him, and he would see how long it took to drag her away from her reading. Though sometimes, it did take getting a little theatrical.

“It’s been so long. My lady has been enchanted, sleeping away in this dungeon-"

“I'm not sleeping.”

Soul threw himself onto the bed, his arm draped over his face for dramatic emphasis. “She is lost to me. Forever doomed to be a boring bookworm, never to see the light of day again.” He turned his head slightly towards said lady, studying the detail of her face. She still wasn’t looking at him, but a small smile had crept its way onto her delicate face.

Soul rolled towards her, obviously still trying to get her attention. Taking her book, he smiled as he placed his head in her lap. He gently set the book next to him, careful to keep her page marked. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She couldn’t help but smile and run her fingers through his hair. “You are an idiot. An attention seeking idiot.”

He reached up to tuck a lose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, but you love me for it.”

She planted a chaste kiss on his forehead, humming in agreement. They stayed like this for a moment, simply basking in each other’s presence. These were the moments Soul cherished the most; small, sweet delicate moments that seemed so fragile. Moments that were brief and likely forgotten by her, but always stored in Soul’s mind. Every time she smiled at him or looked at him, he felt so loved. He felt worthy. This feeling of being wanted wasn’t something he was quite used to, and still caught him off guard from time to time. It was difficult to accept the idea of not being a failure. Of not being some disappointment that walked out on the family business because he felt unwanted, unnecessary. With Maka, it was different. She was a reminder that he was capable of being loved and loving another. She was his person. His barely 5’2”, pig tail wearing person.

“Soul!” He snapped out of his own thoughts. “You’ve got my attention now, so what do you want?” He made a faint humming sound and tapped his fingers against his chest. A slow rhythm formed drawing Maka's attention to his hands. They were slender and perfect, almost like a model’s, while hers were harsh and callused from her work. He was a pianist for the local theater, so it’s no wonder his hands were so elegant. “Pretty.” His tapping halted as he gave her a quizzical look.

“What?”

She caressed his hand into her own, slowly drawing circles around his knuckles. “Your hands. They are so pretty.” He snorted in response, but he didn’t bother to pull away. “I mean it. Mine are so rough, but yours are soft and refined.”

“Jesus, Maka. You sound like your describing a piece of artwork.”

“B-but you kind of are! At least to me…” He rolled his eyes as he sat up, noting the time on his watch.

“Damn, you’re such a nerd.” He couldn’t ever admit how much he liked it when she praised him. Especially not when it was just so cute. Cheesy, but cute. If he wasn’t as good as he was at keeping his cool, he’d probably be blushing. “Why don’t we go ice skating? It’s been a while and you've told me you miss it.” She glanced down for a short moment and Soul saw a glimpse of sadness cross her face. “We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion. I thought maybe you’d want to go since you’ve been talking about it. It’s okay if you don’t want to, we could always go for a ride on the bike. Maybe do some sightseeing.”

Her head jolted up, staring him a little. “N-no it's…” She took a long breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment. It’s okay. I want to go.” Soul raised his brow, searching her features for any opposition.

“You’re sure? We really don’t have to go if you don’t want.” She leaned forward and kissed him softly, her lips lingering for just a moment. To Soul, they tasted like sweet strawberries, probably from her lip balm.

“Yeah. The office has been stressful lately, and I think it would do me some good to try to skate again. It’s been a while so I’m probably rusty, though.” He brought her palm to his lips.

“Rusty for you is easily too advanced for normal people, Maka. You’ll do just fine.”

"Okay, yeah. Let's do it."

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I don't know how to forking Tumblr so I had to repost this because I made the letters obnoxious before. Yeet.

#soul x maka #soulxmaka #soul eater evans #soul maka #soul eater #soul eater manga #maka albarn #manga #anime / manga #anime #soul and maka #fanfic #fml #ice skater au #office au #part one #someone name this plz #lovethesenerds

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toughle-puff · 9 years

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Cause now I'm shining bright

#squad #goals #echosmith #bright #LoveTheseNerds #heart

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thissiteistrashbuthereiam · 9 years

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Step up and fight

Again, not Dragon au, but I am writing the next chapter. :-)) This is day 7 of soma week, and I have had fun. ———————————————————– It was 6 am, and he didn’t want to be there. He wanted to be anywhere but there. He kept his face blank, trying to express how disgusted he was with his society. He stop in the line as they called names, took fingerprints, and pushed them in a bus. He was 18, and was drafted.

The engine roared to a start, and Soul kept his eyes focused out the window, at his brother. Wes was lucky enough to not be picked. Wes was going to continue being an aspiring artist, and was going places with his life. Soul wasn’t going to get that chance, because he was going to die.

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Maka got on the bus, and sat next to a white haired man. She thought his features were strange, and yet handsome. Though she knew she wasn’t there for romance. She had a war to fight, and she wasn’t going to die because she had her mind on some guy. She pulled out her sketchbook, and began to draw her home, the fields, and the people she knew.

She wasn’t paying attention to the red eyes that were now focused on her drawings. “That’s really good.” She turned her head to look at said red eyes, and gave him a shy smile.

“It’s uh… my home.”

“It’s beautiful. The people seem full of life.” She looked down at the children running and the elders talking or laughing. There were people walking and selling things, and it made her feel like he was still home. “Can I see your sketchbook?”

“Um… sure.” She handed it to him, and watched as he flipped through each image, watching as familiar faces showed on every new page. He stopped at one of her, when her hair wasn’t above her ears and boyish.

“Is this you?”

“Yeah. I was about 16 when I drew that.”

“Huh. You look pretty with long hair, but I think I like your hair short.” He grinned at her with a shark-toothed smile and she blushed, which made him laugh.

“Thanks…” She was laughing with him, ignoring the few cat calls and smoochy faces others were making their way. “So... you got any hidden talents?”

“Yep.” He looked nervous, and rubbed the back of his head with his hand.

“And?”

“I play...” She didn’t hear the last part because he was mumbling.

“What?”

“I-uh… play piano.” She began to giggle, putting her hand over her mouth to try and stifle it. She failed. Miserably. “What?”

“It’s cute. I wasn’t expecting you to say that.” He gave her a pouty face, which made her giggle some more. “So. Will you play for me when we get back?” He sighed, then gave her his handsome grin.

“I guess.” Suddenly, he had confidence he would survive. They spoke the rest of the ride, and stuck together through the whole war. They had each others backs, and when Soul got hurt, she stayed by his side as often as she could, and even got a cheesy, drugged out, love confession from him.

When the war was over, they got an apartment together, seeing as they were now in their 20s, and he finally played for her. Of course, he then pulled out a ring and asked her to marry him. They didn’t care how cliché it was, and spent the rest of the night making love.

One night Soul was going through some old boxes, when he found her sketchbook. It was old and grimy, but when he opened it, he found the picture of her home town. Nostalgia hit him, and he stroked it like it was a fragile flower, that would crumble under his fingers. He flipped through the pictures slowly, and found some of him that he had never seen before, and he smiled.

Maybe becoming 18 wasn’t so bad after all.

#soma week 2015 #soma week #coming of age #lovethesenerds

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thissiteistrashbuthereiam · 9 years

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Soma week: Worth it

Heyy- this is really late int he day but you know, I’m still doing it so yay. This is not a part of the dragon au. And DAMN THIS IS LONG.

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Her feet felt like someone had lashed them with a whip. They stung and were bleeding into her now shredded boots. I can’t keep this up... but I need to keep running. Maka felt her lungs expand and contract, and her heart pump profusely as she wove her way through the now destroyed streets of death city.

“How...” She was speaking out to herself now, still pushing herself to run as fast as she could. “Did my day... even...t-turn into this?”

~20 minutes ago~

Blackstar was on top of the coffee table screaming about what an amazing god he was, and everyone else was either laughing like a maniac (mainly Patti) or trying to get him down.

“Blackstar, you really should get off of the table now!”

“Oh come on Tsu! I am a god! It’s only right that I stand above everyone.”

“Blackstar your being an idiot.” Liz had her arms crossed and was giving him the what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you look.

“What? I’m a god! HA Ha HA HA-” while turning to look at Liz, Blackstar managed to knock over a glass of water, and spill it on Kid. Which, of course, led to Kid having a panic attack.

Ah yes, Maka’s living room was a chaotic mess, and she was looking for an excuse to leave. Lucky for her, the God of coffee tables in her living room decided to complain. “I’m starving, we should get pizza-”

“I’ll get it!” Maka had already had her jacket on before Blackstar could finish. Of course, Soul had to try and bring her hopes down by pointing out the obvious.

We could just order it you know. You don’t ha-”

“But then the ppizza is cold and gross, so I’m just gonna go. 1 cheese and 2 meatlovers, right?” She heard a few yups and yeahs, along with a yahoo, and then left with a heavy sigh as she leaned against the door. “Jeez, I need to find some quieter friends.”

She opened the door to Death’s Pizza Parlor, and ordered the pizzas, and got herself an iced tea. She sat at a table while waiting for t he pizzas to be done, when something on the tv caught her attention.

“There is a large group of people attacking the West side of Death city! They have already taken out the police stations, and it appears they have witches aiding them!”

It wasn’t long before the rest of the people in the shop began to panic.

“We’re on the west side!”

“They’re going to kill us!”

“I need to get out of here!”

If only they listened to the last guy, because it wasn’t long after that, an explosion made half of the Pizza Parlor come tumbling down.

Her head was spinning when she woke up, and she was pretty sure her left arm was broken. She sat up, and touched her forehead, where there was a huge gash that was bleeding everywhere. She looked at herself and noticed the debris that was sticking from her side and legs. Her legs only had small shards of glass or metal, but her side had a metal rod from her chair in it.

“That’s just fucking fantastic.” She winced, causing her more pain, as she pulled it out. She used her right arm to get herself off of the ground, and struggled to limp her way to the large opening in the wall. She managed to climb and tumble over the large heap of debris. Outside, the streets were covered in bodies and wreckage. “What the hell...”

She started to limp along the roads, people ran, fires spread, and smoke rose through the air. She stopped abruptly as she watched a man get brutally murdered by a witch’s goon. A large group came in after him, tying people up and killing others She looked around and found refuge in a small alleyway between two buildings.

She started to limp her way through, desperately trying to find her way home. “Please let everyone be okay. Please let Soul be alright. Please don’t let me lose any of them. Please.”

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The phone rang, and Soul was praying for an explanation from someone as to why there was smoke rising from all over the damn city. When he picked it up, he heard Marie on the other side. “Soul! Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, I think, but...”

“But, what?”

“What’s happening/ Why is everyone panicking?”

“You mean you don’t know? The west side of the city was attacked! It’s all over the news.”

“What!” Soul covered the mouthpiece as he turned his head to Blair. “Hey, turn on the news.” She clicked on the screen and switched the channel to the news. As the faces came onto the screen, Soul began to tremble, and the once loud living room radiated a deafening silence. Patti’s voice cut through it like a blade.

“But... Maka’s there.” Liz walked over to her sister and hugged her, letting herself tremble.

“I’m sure she’d okay Pat.”

“Okay, sis.”

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Maka made her way through the central area, heart racing as blood curdling screams, smoke, and the smell of flesh filled the air. She came to an abrupt hhalt as she turned a corner, almost running into a group of the attackers. She quickly turned around to go another way, but her left arm was grabbed by on of them.

“Hey blondie! Where you going? Why don’t you come join the fun?” She stomped on his foot and hit his head against a wall, attracting the attention of the others. Suddenly, her leg felt like running.

“Get that bitch!”

“Oooohhhh shit!” She started running like the wind, turning tight corners, trying to avoid bullets and ice spikes from a witch. This brings us to now.

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She ran past house by house, running towards the academy. She dragged her legs along each step, trying to push past the pain. She finally reached the doors, and pushed with the force of her entire body to get in. She shut the doors behind her, and put a metal broom through the handles, giving her a few minutes to get out of there as they kept throwing themselves at the other side of the door.

“Hey, bitch! Open this damn door!” She heard his voice echo through the halls, despite the massive doors keeping him out. She went through each hall running until she reached the death room.She opened the door, and ran down the long pathway. She got to the mirror and dialed Lord Death.

“Hey, hey, hey!” He paused, and his voice became serious. “Maka. What is going on?”

She swallowed hard, a little intimidated by his tone. “The people attacking Death City, might be extremely pissed at me, and all outside of the academy trying to kill me.” She heard him growl, then say something about damned witches.

“Are you alright?” His voice was less intimidating now, and she felt a little at ease.

“For right now, but once they get through those doors... heh. The next time you see me it’ll be to collect my soul.” She wasn’t sure why she laughed, but she had a hunch it was to make herself feel better.

“Okay, hang on Stein, Sid, Nygus, Marie, and Spirit are on their way.”

“Whatever you say.” The mirror went back to normal, and suddenly she was facing herself. Her clothes were covered in blood, her jeans burnt and ripped where the glass and metal were still in her legs. Her t-shirt wasn’t much better- it had a large hole where the rod from the chair was, and it was stained with blood and dirt. Her jacket was practically useless now, but she couldn’t move her arms in the right way to take it off, so she didn’t try. Her face was covered in blood and dirt, her hair sticking to her wound. At this moment, she regretted letting her hair down today because the rest of it was matted and dirty as well.

A loud bang captured her attention, and she heard voices filling the school. “Find that bitch! Were gonna make her blonde ass pay.” If she tried to leave, they would notice, and as much as it pissed her off, the only thing she could do was wait. After a few minutes of sitting on one of the steps that led to the platform the mirror sat on, her phone began to ring.

She fished it out of her pocket, amazed that it was still in good condition. She looked at the name across the screen, and began to cry a little. Home. “Soul!?”

“Maka! Are you okay? Where are you!”

“Uhh- define okay.” She was crying and laughing at the same time, but she still managed to speak.

“Are you missing any limbs?”

“No, but I can’t really feel one of my legs, there’s a hole in my side, my arm might be broken, and it looks like Stein tried to dissect my brain. Other than that, all good!” The voice she heard next was Liz, and a few other people gasping or mumbling.

“Maka! That does not sound fucking okay!”

“I’ll be fine Liz.”

“What about in here?” One of them was outside the door, and they were coming in, followed by others. She saw them all stop, and they were looking right at her. “We found her!”

“Maka, what the fuck was that?”

“Soul... I uh- I gotta go.” Before anyone could speak, she hung up, and put her phone in her pocket. “So, which one of you assholes is first?”

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One by one they came at her,but she managed to take them out. But now, she was starting to get tired, and her wounds were worse. Much worse. There are only a few left. You can do this. You’re going to see soul again. You aren’t going to leave anyone behind.

Finally, the guy who had been directing them stepped up. “You see this bitch.” He pointed to a marking that was on his arm. “It means I’m the leader. And you see, that just so happens to be because I can kill people easily. Just like I’m going to do to you.” He looked her up and down, licking his lips. “Of course, I’ll have a little fun with you first.” The few of his guys that were left laughed, and watch intently as their leader walked towards Maka.

The fight didn’t start well for her as he threw her to the ground and stomped on her gut wound. She found herself coughing up blood, which left an iron taste in her mouth. She dragged herself up off the ground, and stood tall, which made the guy give her a confused expression.”Oh. You don’t want to stay down? I don’t think I agree with that.”

He came back again and again, making her fall to the ground, kicking at her legs and punching her, but each time, she got back up. she was bruised and broken, but she wasn’t going down unless she died. She wasn’t expecting to win; she could barely walk anymore, and she was getting exhausted from blood loss and fro the events of the day.

As if it were a movie, the doors burst open, and there they were, the group Lord Death called. The attackers, who were apparently called the Red Frost, didn’t last long after that. They were all put in chains and brought to the cells, and she was being looked at by Stein. “You should really stay here and let us do more than patch you up. You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“Thanks doc but, uh...” She stood up dragging her worst leg across the floor as she was leaving. “I have somewhere to be.” She left without being stopped, although there was a lot of staring. Once she was out of the building, there was a bunch of flashing cameras and reporters.

“Is it true? You single-handily took out aver half of the Red Frost?”

Maka stopped in front of the woman asking as looked at her with the most exhausted glare she had ever done. “Can I please just go home?” The crowd quieted down, and let her through. On her way home, she stopped by the pizza place, and found one pizza in the kitchen that was untouched.

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Everyone stood as they heard the front door open, and it was followed by Blair screaming from the kitchen. “Maka!”

They all ran to where she was standing, her left arm in a cast, her head bandaged, her leg had a brace, her abdomen was wrapped, and one of her eyes was swollen shut. She looked like death. “I brought the pizza.” They looked at the counter, and saw a cheese pizza sitting there. “Sorry, I couldn’t find a meatlovers. I-” She interrupted by a crying Tsubaki wrapping her arms around her.

“We thought you were dead! what happened!?”

After an hour of explanations and tearful hugs, everyone left, leaving Soul and Maka sitting on the couch togther. “You said you were okay.”

“I was then...” He turned his head towards her, and he was pissed.

“What the hell Maka! Why did you just hang up! You could’ve said something to get us to come help you!”

“There was already people on the way.”

“You...” Within that split second, he leaned over and kissed her. He pulled back and then proceeded to yell at her. “You could’ve died!”

“Soul.”

“I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Soul.”

“Fuck- can’t you call a guy next time!?”

“Soul!”

“What!?” She leaned forward the best she could with her wounds and kissed him.

“It was so worth it.”

#soma week 2015 #soma week #worth it #lovethesenerds

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thissiteistrashbuthereiam · 9 years

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Soma week: skinny dipping

This is a continuation of the dragon AU. I liked it therefore I wrote it. Yay.

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She was there. He didn’t know how to react, he hadn’t seen her since that day by the pond, giving him days to marvel over the mysterious elf. The elf Maka, who had taken his very breath away, was sitting in a tree reading. She had one leg on the other, but let the other hang down. Her child-like eyes were filled with wonder as she read each page, fascinating him. She balanced the book in one hand, using the other to eat a fresh apple.

Maka was too invested in her book to notice a man swing onto the branch behind her. Before she could react, he took her book from her grasp and began to read. “Hey!” She stood on her branch, and then noticed the soft white hair, tan skin, and red eyes. “Dragon? What are you still doing in these parts? Winter is almost here! Are you that fond of freezing to death?”

He was a handsome man in his human form. He wasn’t exactly the Rock, but he definitely had muscle. He wore a leather jacket, a white tank top and jeans, just like the humans. But she had to wonder; where did the clothes come from? Where did they go when he was in dragon form? Her thoughts were short lived though, because he was now in front of her, on the same branch as her, and in her fucking face.

“I’ll be fine, bookworm.” This earned him something he never expected. She took her book back from his hand, and then swung down on his head. “What the hell?!” He rubbed his now bruised scalp, glaring at her during the process. “Geez. Someone is feeling extra violent today.”

“Actually, I’m usually like this.” She grabbed his hand and gently pulled it away from his head. She pulled his head down to look at the massive bump she left, and pulled her hands away. “Sorry. It’ll probably be there for a few days.”

“You sure don’t look sorry for scrambling my damn brain.” She laughed, then something seemed to spark in her mind.

“It’s getting dark.” He looked at the sky, realizing she was right. In less than an hour, the sun would be gone. She caught his attention as she dropped out of the tree, and nudged her head, signaling him to follow. He jumped down beside her, then followed her through the twisted trees in the woods. When they reached their destination, he was expecting a village of elves, not a single cottage and a pile of burnt logs by a small pond.

“Wait, aren’t you-”

“Please don’t ask.” He watched her dark expression as she began to build a fire. Though he was curious why a high elf would live alone, he didn’t want to push her. He knew it was painful to be separated from those like you, whether it was by choice or forced.

Neither of them spoke for what seemed like hours, though it was only a few mere minutes. He sat by her, studying her every move as she cooked their meal over the fire. Suddenly, she interrupted the silence. “You wanna do something other than awkwardly sitting here waiting for the soup to finish?”

He perked up, and replied with a simple “sure”. She stood up, and walked over to the pond, where she began to take her clothes off. Soul noted the tattoo of a crow on her back, with open wings that spread across her shoulders, turning into the markings on her arms. Then the major part of the situation hit him, she was taking off her clothing.

Maka jumped in the lake, and Soul watched as she came back up to the surface, then swam to the edge and rested her arms on the soft grass. “Are you coming or what?” He stood up and walked over to the edge of the pond, where he began to strip as well. Once all of his clothes were on the ground, he joined her in the water.

“Fuck! It’s freezing!” Maka laughed as she watched the dragon-man swim over to her, teeth chattering.

“What did you expect- it’s autumn.” She floated in the water in front of him, her bare body painfully close to his. She must have realized how close they were too, because suddenly she began to swim backwards. He stayed still as he watched her swim, mesmerized by her graceful movements. “So tell me- what’s your name?”

He gave her a sheepish grin, and looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with the woman that was swimming towards him. “It’s uh... it’s Soul.” At this point, she was painfully close to him again, making it hard for him to keep his eyes from wandering.

“Soul, huh? I like it.” He looked up to see the elf beaming at him, making him smile. Within this moment, he had an idea. He lifted his arm up and then splashed her, which immediately led to a splashing/dunking war. After the third time she dunked him, he came up to the water’s surface and grabbed her waist from behind, falling backwards to pull her underwater. When they both came back up, they filled the air with laughter.

Soul wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the way her wet hair fell upon her shoulders, or the way the moon shined ever-so-brightly along her pale skin, but his breath was caught in his throat, and it was him who was swimming towards her. It was him who placed his hand against her cheek, and looked into her forest eyes. But it was her who leaned forward and kissed him. It was not a frenzied, rushed kiss, but slow, and gentle.

He pulled his head back, and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing in her floral scent. She placed her hand on his, not letting its warmth leave her cheek. She spoke in soft, mumbled words, but he still heard them. “Promise me...” She paused, choking back what seemed to be fear. “That you aren’t going to leave. That you won’t abandon me to die.”

Soul lifted her face up to his, making sure she saw how sincere he was. “I promise you, I’ll stay loyal.” She threw herself forward, arms tightly around his neck. He slid his arms around her waist, and nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. He barely heard her breath out two words.

“Thank you.”

#soma week 2015 #soma week #skinny dipping #lovethesenerds

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thissiteistrashbuthereiam · 9 years

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SoMa week: Dragons

Soul was just doing his own thing, walking along the field to get a drink at the near by lake, and now he has a fucking bow and arrow to his face. Oh, and it just so happens to be a high elf, he is a dead man. Or so he thought.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! You scared me.” She put the bow down and placed it on her back, then walked closer to him. “Next time, try to warn me.” She reached out to his scaly snout, and gently stroked it. “You know, most dragons would be migrating by now, not prancing around in fields.”

Soul scoffed. “And you shouldn’t be out here alone, but hey. Who am I to judge?” The elf jumped back, only a little, and he was surprised to find that he missed her hands presence. “What?”

She stared blankly at him, then took a deep breath. “Talking dragons. That’s a new one.” He tilted his head, his face heaving a confused expression.

“What do you mean? Dragons have always been able to talk, weirdo.” This time, she glared at him and lifted her bow once more. He flinched, and ended up losing his balance, only to land on his back. This earned a laughing outburst from the blonde elf.

“Are you-” She definitely thought this was hilarious, which he, on the other hand, did not. “Okay?” She attempted to stifle her laughter, failing miserably, which for some reason hit him in two ways. One: She was fucking adorable. Two: His pride was in question, and he would not stand for that. So what did he do? He transformed into his human form of course.

“Would you stop laughing at me!″ He stood up off the ground, and put his face in hers, trying to look intimidating.

“Oh come on- hold up. You have a human form?!” Suddenly the tension in the air seized, and he was once again dawn in by her wonder.

“Yeah, although... most dragons don’t.” She looked at his white hair and red eyes, watching as she lifted her hand (that wasn’t holding a bow) into his hair, only to ruffle it and then shuffle past him. He turned as he watched her leave, and found he fixated on her. “You’re something else, you know that?”

She turned to face him, but kept moving so she was walking backwards. “Yeah. And you’re a gigantic talking reptile; guess everyone has something special about them.” He laughed and watched as her smile shone brightly, enchanting him. She turned back around and kept on her route through the field, but was just close enough for her to hear his question.

“What’s your name?”

She stopped, but didn’t turn around. She simply looked up, and shouted to him. “It’s Maka! Maka Albarn!” She kept walking, and disappeared into the woods. He stood by the lake, transforming back into his dragon form. That night, he thought of her fair skin, her forest eyes, her blonde hair, her pink lips, and the way she was child-like, but elegant at the same time.

He even remembered the brown armored leather pants she wore, with the black combat boots and a tank top made of hide. There were flowers that were simply placed in her long flowing hair, and he remembered the ocean blue markings along her arms, symbolizing her place in her society.

Yes, he thought. I will meet her again.

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This is a thing I enjoyed, and will eventually continue. I’m not sure if the rest of my entries for Soma week will include this, but I definitely want it to continue.

#soma week #soma week 2015 #dragon #lovethesenerds

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thissiteistrashbuthereiam · 9 years

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SoMa Week: Catharsis

I looked up catharsis, and it has like 5 different meanings.So I guess it’s like venting? So... Here it is.

Also, this is a trogs from Fallout 3 are real and they fucked up the world AU

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“I take it so they don’t have to.”

Every time he thought of those words, it took him back to her. The world was cruel, but she gave him a feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time. He couldn’t explain it. She took the pain for everyone. She was the one who risked her life, who killed for others. Just so they wouldn’t have to. It made him feel less... alone. She made him feel like being human wasn’t so bad after all.

“Soul!” He snapped his head in the direction of Blackstar, who was leaning into the old, rotting away door frame. He was half tempted to yell at him for invading his privacy, until he started to speak again. “Dude! Mk is back!” Soul shot out of his chair, a little too excitedly, but he wasn’t going to let him looking desperate embarrass him at this moment. Maka (Mk) hadn’t been home for almost 2 weeks, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried.

Soul watched as the gates keeping them closed off from the outside world opened slowly, letting the trucks in, with the exception of Maka on his motorcycle. They pulled into the hangar, and began to unpack the supplies they managed to scavenge. Soul called out to her, and watched as she looked around for the source of the yell, only to lock on to him.

She set the helmet on the bike, and pushed her way through the crowd to get to him. When she reached him she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him like there was no tomorrow. Up close, he notice the gashes along her body, and the blood from others that mixed into her clothing with her own. She saw the worried look and tried to persuade him everything was alright.

“Soul, I’m fine.”

“Tell that to the giant tear in your rib.” She let go of him to look down at the wound, and then back at him.

“It looks worse than it is.”

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed at her, receiving a warning glare that if he continued, his brains would be scrambled by War & Peace. Though for a few split seconds he was contemplating on actually leaving her alone, he ended up grabbing her wrist, and pulling her into into his beaten down building. He then forced her into the bathroom, and turned on the old sink. “How reckless were you out there!? Seriously! You know trogs will rip you apart without any hesitation! Fuck Mk!”

He turned to face her as he waited for the water to get cold. She only glared back at him from where she was sitting on the side of a bath, and began to yell at him. “Who the hell gave you the right to act like a bitch? You don’t fucking own me, Soul. Stop acting like it!” She got up to leave, but Soul stepped in the way.

“Wha- No! Fuck no! You aren’t gonna come back here, looking like someone tried to use a weed whacker on you, and then tell me I can’t be concerned!” She was standing in front of him now, face only inches from his since it wasn’t a large bathroom anyways.

“Why the fuck do you care so much? Don’t you have better things to be worried about then cuts and bruises? Honestly, Soul, just get off my ass!” Soul was so pissed he couldn’t control himself. He was seething anger and worried baout her all at once. It was too much and he ended up doing the last thing he thought of doing at the moment. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her like there was no tomorrow, and she was kissing back.

All of there anger and emotion went into that kiss, and when they pulled apart, they felt lighter. He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her forehead, then went back to the sink, where the water was now warm enough to wash her wounds. He turned around to help her take off her clothes, leaving her undergarments in place. He lightly washed around the worse areas, and focused on the ones that were already healing a little. when he was done, he used some alcohol that was found on the raid.

“Damn it!” She grabbed onto her jacket and bit down, trying to focus on something other than the sting of the alcohol. It only took a few minutes, but by the time he had everything disinfected and bandaged, she was on the verge of screaming.

“Are you okay?” He helped her get back into her clothes, and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah... thanks. I’m sorry I-”

She didn’t get to finish her apology as Soul pressed his lips against hers. Again.

“It’s okay. Just- next time... I’m coming with you.” She laughed and kissed him again, reassuring him that she was okay.

#Soma week 2015 #soma week #catharsis?#lovethesenerds

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thissiteistrashbuthereiam · 9 years

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Soma week: Cuddles

I’m back! I had a long day meeting up with an old friend of mine, so this is really late. Sorry! <3 ———————————————-----------------------------------------

“It’s okay to cry you know.”

Maka looked up at Tsubaki, trying to avoid her concerned stare. She knew she was allowed to cry. She just… didn’t want to. It’s not like she wasn’t upset about Sid’s death, it actually hit her very hard. He was the only person that she felt she could call her father, especially since her real dad was an asshole.

“I know. But I don’t need to. Someone has to be a hardass now that he is gone.”

Tsubaki laughed, and then put her hand on her shoulder. “If you need anything, I’m here.”

“Thanks, Tsu.”

Tsubaki left Maka’s apartment, leaving her alone in her living room. Soul was out with BlackStar, and Blair was working, and without anything else to do, she suddenly found her mind racing. Sid. Death. Witches. Sid. Crying. Tears. Sid. Crying. Sid.

There was something wet running down her face. She lifted her hand to feel if it was just her imagination. Oh. I’m crying. One after the other, the tears fell. They started off slow, and quickly turned into sobbing.

Maka was crying too much to notice the door open, and Soul dropping his bag to run over to her. He sat next to her and put his hand on her back.

“Maka?! What happened? Are you okay?” She looked up at Soul and started to cry even harder, leaning into him. He rapidly wrapped his hands around her, muttering that everything was okay.

When her episode was over, Soul asked her what happened. “I-”

She didn’t know how to answer. She was ashamed. Ashamed that she couldn’t keep her emotions under control, and not act like a hormonal teenage girl. It was okay to cry, but, someone had to be everyone else’s rock, right? Someone had to stay strong, didn’t they?

“Soul... how do people move on past someone they care about’s death?” He stared at her, with a look of pity that made her gut wrench. ‘I mean- it’s like the whole world keeps moving, even though this person just died. They don’t get to come back, Soul. And yet, we are forced to move on- as if they never existed.”

Instead of making fun of her or calling her name’s, he held her closer. He held onto her like she was the one who died, and just simply said, “I know.” Only two words, and it made all the difference in the world to her. Maybe it was because it was Soul saying it, and not anyone who usually helped her through these situations.

She laid her head against his chest, and let her tears fall onto his- now soaked- shirt. He stroked her hair, reassuring her every now and then that it was going to be okay. He continued until she fell asleep, and sat there with his chin on her head. Of course. Leave it up to Maka to fall asleep when we are... cuddling?

#soma week 2015 #soma week #cuddles #lovethesenerds

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thissiteistrashbuthereiam · 9 years

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Soma Week: Geeking out

So I was thinking ‘why the heck not?’ I mean seriously it is 4 am... What the fuck am I doing with my life?

Well, here you go:

“Maka, you don’t get it. THE GUY CAN PLAY THE PIANO WITH HIS FUCKING TOES!” 10 minutes. He has been going off about this for 10 god damned minutes, and it’s ridiculous

“Soul-”

“Like how the FUCK DOES ONE LEARN THAT SHIT?! Maka-”

Soul stopped as soon as she was standing right behind him, where he was watching the toe-pianist on YouTube. That’s when he felt his breath hitch in his throat, fearing that she would slam the book she was currently reading upon his face. What he did not expect, however, was for her to bend down and kiss him on the cheek. He could tell, just by the hot feeling he felt pooling in his face, that he was as red as a tomato.

“Ugh... you[re cute when you geek out.” And with that, she left the room they were in, and him sitting there frustrated and confused. Who in the fuck kisses a guy, and then just leaves? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

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You’d think that after 2 damn weeks, and being 24 years old, he would be over it, but no. He just had to get confused and flustered and sexually frustrated and... WAIT WHAT?! No, bad Soul. You absolutely do not think of your partner like that.

His thoughts were interrupted when said girl knocked at his door. “Hey Soul?” Usually he’d say something like ‘What do you want?’ or ‘I’m busy.’ but this time, something was wrong. He could tell by the tone of her voice, she was really upset right now. So instead of being his usual dickbag self, he got up, and opened the door.

“Maka is everything-”

She had been crying. A lot. “Jeez, what the hell happened?”

“My fav... favorite... ch-character d-died.” She sniffled and tried wiping away her tears, but Soul beat her to it. He chuckled and pulled her into a gentle embrace.

“Do you want to talk about it over some cocoa?” She sniffled a little more before she nodded her head in agreement, and let Soul drag her into the kitchen. “How do you want it, extra chocolaty or normal?”

“Chocolaty.” She stood next to him as he made their cocoas, and told him in little sobbed fragments how cruel Fred Weasley’s death was, and how he didn’t deserve it. When Soul was finished making the cocoa, he took her into the living room, where they sat on the couch sharing a blanket.

“Okay, I know it sucks, but you’re going to be alright.” She looked up at him from the spot where she was nuzzled against his chest, and started to cry a little more.

“But you don’t get it! He’s gone! And it’s so sad and-”

“It’s going to be okay.” He tilted her chin up so he could look her in the eyes, and then cupped her cheeks with his hands. He slowly wiped her tears away with his thumbs, and didn’t pay any attention to her moving her cocoa to the table along side his, almost as if she were moving it out of the way.

Maka took his hands in hers, and rubbed them between her fingers. He was studying her every move, wary of how gentle she was being. He looked to see past her blank expression, trying to reach out to her soul. He still couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he wanted to test something. Maybe...

He took a hold of her hands, snapping her back to reality, and kissed them very gently, going from the knuckles to her finger tips. He waited for her response, whether it would be the nastiest Maka Chop he’s ever been through or something else, he didn’t care. He just needed to know how she felt (even though he would prefer the ‘something else’).

She looked at him with her eyes wide, but not angry. She looked at him as if she was was searching for something,making his mind race. Then, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was gentle, but longing. It was slow, but quick. It was strange but... right.

They pulled apart, and then they both started to laugh. Maka was the first to say something. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She crawled over to him and sat in his lap, receiving a playful grunt from him, causing her to uncharacteristically giggle.

“Being good at dealing with other geeks.”

“I am not a geek!’ He puffed out his cheeks and made a puppy dog face, which just led to Maka kissing him again.

“Th toe-pianist?” She raised her eyebrows at him, which was followed by another Soul-pouty face.

“It was cool...”

“And you are adorable.”

THE FLUFFINESS! THE FEELS! IT’S 4 AM! I AM TIRED! I LOVED IT AND I CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT!

#soma week 2015 #soma week #geeking out #lovethesenerds

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