Sometimes, when your family life isn’t all that great you seek love outside and is that really so bad? Wanting to be with someone who listens, is always there, makes you forget about the horrible relationship with your parents, becomes a safe space, someone that loves you, and actually feels like home. Is that really so bad?
Say It To The Camera [SoMaWeek 2021] Day 5: Domestic
I’ve been a bit behind, but I’m still trying fgsjgdgf
so have this 2k of Soul and Maka watching another Soul and Maka
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Excerpts:
The camera focuses, revealing a handsome young man with silver white hair and hooded red eyes sitting on a sofa.
"Hey guys," he greets, tone calm and cool, if not a tad bit annoyed. "Today we're gonna do something a bit different, courtesy of my [redacted] older brother." He rolls his eyes.
"He's been irritatingly bugging me to watch this one series and I'm honestly just a second away from trying to choke him to oblivion. But since homicide is frowned upon, I decided to be the more mature brother and just watch the thing." He exhales as if this one task is very arduous. "So we're doing a reaction video of A Winter Solstice, first episode."
He stills and looks behind the camera as a faint feminine voice interrupts him.
[Editor: Don't forget about your other penalty, loser!]
The man scowls.
[Editor: Stop dilly-dallying, Soul.]
"Shut up, Liz." Soul's scowl deepens. But he smooths it back to his indifferent expression before speaking, "Right. We're having a guest with me today, as had been widely requested by all of you in all of my social media," he clicks his tongue as he leans back, sounding displeased.
"A lot of you had been pestering—"
[Editor: requesting]
"—requesting—," Soul parrots, huffing, "—to invite my roommate in my new videos." He pulls his lips into a flat line before continuing, "I've asked her, and she said yes, so…"
He waves at someone off-screen.
"Maka, c'mere."
A petite girl with ash-blonde hair in space buns gingerly makes her way to the sofa, waving a little shyly as she plops herself down beside Soul.
She wears a simple black skirt and baby pink shirt, along with what seems suspiciously like Soul's old orange letterman jacket. (Old fans would recognize it instantly as the iconic outfit he wore when he crushed Wolfree, another professional gamer known by his death-defying skills, in his last official gaming competition many years ago.)
"Hi, everyone. I'm Maka Albarn, Soul's roommate."
"And girlfriend," Soul adds automatically, eyes trained straight to the camera.
Maka rolls her eyes. "And girlfriend."
yes. this is a shameless, shameless self promotion
Synopsis: It could be argued that Hera collects strays. Sometimes Kanan makes it worse, but it all started with her. Five chapters, for Hera finding and choosing the rest of her crew.
Rating: T
Warnings: in this chapter: discussion of Kanan’s past, including alcoholism, trauma and nightmares.
AO3 Link: [tba]
A/N: again, the AO3 link will come later, but keep an eye out! I already have the next two chapters written to post. @kaneraweek
Hera dropped herself into the seat opposite him, arms rattling the table between them. Kanan’s bowl of re-hydrated food mush rattled.
“Alright, we need to talk.”
Something in her tone felt like a threat, like something about to tear his world apart.
He put down his spoon, attempting to look nonchalant and calm about whatever this was. “Go on?”
Hera’s eyes were sharp. “Are you planning to stay here, or are you going to disappear at some point?”
Kanan couldn’t help staring back, blinking slowly as he thought about the question. He’d assumed it was just a fact, something he was mulling over but Hera had just accepted. That she wasn’t questioning him and the fact he was staying as much as he was.
He’d asked himself the same question multiple times in the year they’d been travelling together. Sure, the first few months he’d just gone with the flow, too caught up in the novelty of Hera and the Ghost to think much further.
And then it stopped being a short term job and turned into something much more important. Once the shift had happened, he started coming to the same conclusion.
It had been twelve long months of hard labour, twelve months of difficult missions, twelve months of having to steal resources because they had no credits to pay for them.
Twelve months of attempting to persuade Hera he wasn’t a waste of time, space and resources.
But it was also almost twelve months of attempted sobriety and reliving the nightmares he’d been hiding from for a decade.
Nine months of recovery. That’s what it had become. And he was getting there, but he couldn’t have survived it without Hera and her anti-Imperial missions. Stars, she’d given him so much support he wasn’t ready to leave it yet - wasn’t sure if this newer Kanan Jarrus would even survive it.
Maybe he was just hanging around for the company. After so long alone, it was nice to finally have someone around.
Then it would become something much greater than Kanan was willing to think about, and he’d cut the thinking short in favour of more distractions. And that turned into another month of just staying with Hera, no real plan and no confirmation of why.
“That’s… complicated,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders to push the discomfort back.
“Well, maybe you should try.”
“I- it’s- well- you know,” he pitched, hoping it would hit, but quickly falling silent at the glare he was given.
Hera looked like she was about to throw her hands in the air, but instead crossed them across her chest. “How am I meant to know anything if you don’t tell me?” He didn’t have an answer to that, so chose to stay quiet instead. Hera sighed. “So, you can’t give me a specific answer. Should I just assume that one morning I’ll wake up, and you’ll have left with no warning and no explanation? Right. Got it.”
It was the kind of final that would normally be punctuated by someone standing up and leaving the room, but Hera stayed where she was, watching him. Looking for confirmation.
It took Kanan a moment to get his bearings. Sure, he made jokes about getting up and leaving, going back to his old life of taking a job for maybe a cycle and then moving on to somewhere else - but he hadn’t been serious about them. Not really.
What was the point when what he did alone and what he did with Hera were almost identical? They found somewhere to camp for a while, did a couple of supply runs, maybe Hera went to go and do some recon for whatever she wanted to know in the area. Kanan would often pick up a job doing some bar work, or some small freighter jobs. They would stay for a few months, max, and then move on their way again.
He’d assumed Hera knew he was joking.
“No. No, you shouldn’t expect that.” He shook his head, trying to put his thoughts in order. “I know I haven’t talked about it, and I should have. But I like your company, and I want to stay. And, besides, I owe you. A lot. My freedom, my safety, my sobriety… I owe all that to you.”
“So you’re staying here because you owe me?” There was a layer of disgust in her voice that bit through all of Kanan’s shields. “Kanan-”
“Can I finish?” Something tugged on the back of Kanan’s brain, throwing him back to the last time someone had used that line with him and the last time he’d listened. He didn’t want to think about it. “Being here has given me something that I needed, even if I didn’t realise it yet - and I’m not ready to leave yet.”
Something in Hera relaxed, visibly drooping into her seat. Her lekku twisted as if she understood. It made Kanan ache.
“I won’t say I’ll never leave - I don’t deal in absolutes - but I’m not planning to leave anytime soon. If I change my mind, I’ll tell you, but right now? I like it here.” He laughed, shaking his head again. “I actually like it here. I like having somewhere I can stay for more than a few months, and I like having someone who knows me for, well, me.” There as a fine line between what he meant and the implication, but much like she never commented on the lightsaber buried deep under his belonging, Kanan hoped Hera would understand. “So I’m not going anywhere. I like the company too much.”
She watched him with her usual sharpness, calculating things that even Kanan couldn’t reach. Whatever she was looking for, she found something that made her arms fall back to her sides, hands on the table. “Alright then. You can stay.”
Kanan laughed, throwing his hands in the air. “I didn’t realise I needed your permission.”
“You’ll always need my permission,” she said with the utmost seriousness. “I’m the Captain, remember?”
Something in her tone made his stomach twist, but before he could analyse that Hera was speaking again.
“Speaking of, I have an errand we need to run. It’ll be fairly quick, I hope, but I need to go home for a while.”
Kanan frowned. “Back to Ryloth?”
She nodded. “Only for a while. I’ll take the Phantom, you can stay on the ship - no, I’m not letting you argue with that.” Kanan dropped his hands to his lap, letting her finish. “I need to go and pick something up. An astromech. I was hoping he could join our crew.”
So yeah. I write. lmao. idk if I could finish the week but anyway I’m trying.
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Summary:
Originally, Soul Evans just wants to separate his professional and private lives and stream his contents in peace, thank you very much. But as usual, a certain roommate of his is nothing but a headache. Unfortunately, said roommate is very pretty and Soul Evans is a weak, weak man.
Or, in which Soul Evans is a famous streamer, and his fans had an ongoing fierce battle on whether his mysterious roommate is actually his girlfriend or not. [SoMa Week 2021 Collection]
Excerpts:
@deathchildren : omg who he yelling at
@underthecemetery : did that person cause the fire?
@soulsenpaiswife : poor Soul-senpai
@shibusenstud421000 : is that Eater's infamous mysterious ROOMMATE??
@witchhunt : oh ur right it's her!!
@its_on_you : pardon?? Roommate?? Who??
@psychedelicsouljam : you're definitely a new fan
@socoolbabyscandalous : it's a common fandom knowledge that Soul has a female roommate, fondly nicknamed 'pigtails', 'fat ankles', or 'shorty' by him
@urlocalwitch : whom he's so whipped for
@jack_O_l4ntern : whom he's so whipped for (2)
@psychedelicsouljam : whom he's so whipped for (3)
@smokinghotglock : whom he's definitely so whipped for