#kinda unsure abt how the coloring came out but. : )

[dragonaqe]

RESIDENT EVIL 6 (2012) Leon S. Kennedy

[rodr1cks]

manic pixie pizza girl | 1.4k

fluff; you’re rodrick’s favorite delivery girl

“12 Surrey Street,” you mumbled to yourself, plopping down into your car. You sped out of the parking lot, ready to get your last delivery of the night over with.

You pulled up to the house and grabbed the five pizzas from your passenger seat and headed towards the home.

You knocked on the scarlet colored door a few times. And then a few times again when the first knocks went unanswered. You were met with silence.

You could hear ridiculously loud music from where you stood outside and you were growing irritated. You knew there was somebody home and if these pizzas didn’t get paid for you were a deadman.

You tried one last time, delivering three extra hard knocks to the door and ringing the doorbell at least twice.

At last, the door swung open, revealing the most attractive boy you’d ever seen. Your annoyance quickly reduced to a dull afterthought.

The boy called back inside, “Yeah these mom bucks are a gold mine!” He turned to face you again.

“H-hi, uh, pizza?” You stammer. He nodded at you curiously, “Yeah… Pizza.”

“Right, that’ll be $52.50, please.”

What was happening to you? You had laid your eyes on the raven headed boy for less than sixty seconds and you felt like you were disintegrating in front of his gaze. Shakily, you took the cash from his hand.

“Keep the change,” he winked at you. Suddenly, you couldn’t move, or speak, or breathe. You held up your hand, waving awkwardly as he closed the door.

You practically sprinted back to your car, ready to soak in the humiliation from your previous interaction.

The next day, you couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction you had on Surrey Street. The boy’s deep brown eyes were ingrained into your memory. You even made a note of the small mole that sat next to his eyebrow. He was tall and slim and wait, was he wearing eyeliner?

It was agonizingly painful to get through your day.

It was a saturday, so you were delivering pizzas back to back the entire day.

Your night was finally coming to an end. You had one more delivery slated before you could go home and absolutely crash. Your coworker handed over the order.

“Oh, and they specifically requested you to deliver this, by the way,” your coworker rattled off, nonchalantly. “They said to send the awkward girl with the black car.

That was you alright.

Your heart skipped in your chest. You tried to contain your hope, telling yourself there was no way he would ever ask for you.

You cleared your throat, “And what is the address on that one?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Looks like it’s 12 Surrey Street.”

Your jaw fell to the floor.

“Do you know them, y/n?”

You stuttered, unsure of what to say, “Oh, u-uhm, no, not exactly.”

The drive over to the now familiar house was nerve-wracking. Your mind was racing.

Oh, god. You probably smelled like pizza and you probably looked like garbage and- Your navigation system pulled you from your thoughts. “You have arrived,” the electronic voice droned out.

No turning back now.

Before exiting your car, you made an effort to somewhat fix your appearance. It wasn’t easy, but you improved your looks at least a little bit. You also made sure to reapply your perfume.

You grabbed the pizza from the passenger side, only one box this time. You slowly approached the door, your anxiety running rampant.

You rapped on the door three times and rang the doorbell. Tonight, the door was answered almost immediately, as if somebody had been awaiting your arrival.

“Hey,” the boy from the previous night greeted you with a slight smirk.

So he does wear eyeliner.

He was leaning against the doorway, one arm elevated, holding the top of the doorframe. You allowed your eyes to linger on his biceps a little too long.

“Is that for me?” He asked, knowing good and well it was.

You nodded, drool nearly departing from your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth to tell him the total, but he spoke before you.

“This might be weird but do you wanna come in? I won’t kill you or anything, promise.”

What? The? Fuck?

Is he serious? Okay, play it cool, y/n.

You nodded again, letting out a small squeak. So much for playing it cool.

He stepped back into the house, holding the door open for you. You passed under his arm and into the inviting atmosphere.

You hovered awkwardly in the entryway, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“Well, are you gonna tell me your name?”

“Oh right, of course, I-I’m y/n. Do I get to know your name?”

“I guess I can tell you. I’m Rodrick. You might’ve heard of me. I kinda run a band, Löded Diper.”

You’d never heard of it.

“Oh, yeah! Sounds familiar, actually!” You lied to protect his ego.

His eyes lit up, thrilled by your response.

“Wanna see my setup?” The pizza you brought was long forgotten.

Part of you knew that wasn’t really a question. Rodrick led you through the hallway and into the garage. It was covered with string lights and Löded diper posters. There was a small couch and coffee table against one of the walls.

“Please, y/n, have a seat. Take a moment to digest the man cave.”

He played a couple sets for you and honestly, he was better than you had expected.

After what was probably half an hour, he retired his drumsticks. You gave him a small round of applause and he gave you a dramatic bow.

You smiled up at him.

He plopped down next to you, resting an arm on the couch behind you.

“So… y/n, the ‘rents won’t be home for a while. We could… watch a movie or something. If you want.”

You still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“U-uh sure, what do you have?”

He smiled, immediately rattling off movie titles until one piqued your interest.

“Scream it is.”

Rodrick showed you up to his room. It was decorated similarly to the garage, complete with band and movie posters, colorful lights, and some miscellaneous items scattered on the floor.

One item being a playboy magazine. You blushed and he kicked it under the bed, attempting to laugh it off.

“Uhm, sit anywhere you’d like.” He was the awkward one now. Rodrick fumbled with the dvd, eventually sliding it into the disc player.

Despite this being your favorite movie, you found it impossible to pay attention. Rodrick had found a seat right next to you on his couch.

You were staring at Rodrick through the corner of your eye, unable to break eye contact from his fiddling hands. You watched the veins in his arms contract and flex with every small movement he made. You were enamoured.

Your breath caught as he moved his hand to rest on your upper thigh.

He looked over at you, searching for your approval, “Is this okay?”

You nodded as your heart rate increased rapidly. He began rubbing his thumb in gentle circles over your smooth skin. You could feel heat blistering in your cheeks and you were suddenly grateful that the only light illuminating your face came from the flickering tv.

You glanced over at rodrick, his pale skin and rosy lips glowing in the dim lighting. You wanted nothing more than to feel his plush lips on yours.

A surge of confidence rushed over you and you rolled onto his lap.

You repeated his own question to him, “Is this okay?” You could see his jaw fall open slightly as he nodded excitedly.

He placed his large hands on the small of your waist. He smirked at you, “How about this?”

You rolled your eyes at the little game the two of you had begun.

“And what about,” You leaned in and kissed him slowly. Your lips moved in sync perfectly. He tasted like sour candy and gas station icee.

“This?”

He pretended to think for a moment, “Hmm… not quite sure about that one. Let’s try again so I can be sure.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice.

You kissed him again, prying past his pliant lips with your tongue. This kiss was far longer and far more sensual. Rodrick’s grip on your waist tightened as your lip lock progressed.

You pulled away from him and broke the silence, “You owe me $15.29 for that pizza, by the way.” You smirked at him playfully, having a feeling the rest of the night was going to be more fun than you could’ve imagined.

+ hi guys i promise i see your requests and i will write them!! this was in my drafts and i wanted to post hope u enjoy c: also pls feel free to message me or send me asks abt anything and everything!!!

[mccarricks]

( brittany o’grady / demi woman ) WESLEY McCARRICK is 23 years old and is a SENIOR at thales university. SHE is majoring in FILM and is known for being THE MAVERICK as THEY can be HUMOROUS and OPEN-MINDED as well as DITZY and IMPULSIVE. every time i see HER/THEM, THEY remind me of PURPLE SKY IN THE DESERT, SKATING AS FAST AS YOU CAN TO FEEL THE WIND ON YOU, A JOKE TOLD WITH A TOOTHY GRIN.

hero’s back w character no. 2 and yet......

full name: wesley ‘wes’ elaine mccarrick

birthdate: february 2, 1997

age: 23

gender: demi woman

pronouns: she/her/they/them

zodiac: aquarius

nationality: american

ethnicity: black (louisiana creole) and white (irish)

hometown: santa fe, nm

languages: english, intermediate spanish

family:

theodore mccarrick, father

elaine barlow, mother

ruby mccarrick, older brother

delphine mccarrick, older sister

sherri barlow, maternal grandmother

many cousins

orientation: bisexual biromantic, pref. towards women/nb people but will date men

religion: agnostic

height: 5 ft 4 in

distinguishing features: eyebrows, hair, lips

character inspo: ilana wexler (broad city), harley quinn (dc comics), phoebe buffay (friends), prob more

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

TRIGGERS: divorce, mentions of crime, drug and alcohol use

the youngest child of ted and elaine mccarrick, wes was a kid who is full of life. she’s the kind of kid who did things to make you smile, and it usually worked. she was warm and inviting, a little naive, but she had a strong support system.

her parents divorce when she’s six, she doesn’t quite understand it but her dad moves out, and her grandma and multiple cousins move in. it’s a lively household, between her mom, who works as a nurse, and her siblings, and her cousins, it was never really quiet and there was never a lot of room.

despite the split, her parents maintain that their children have a relationship with both of them, and truthfully, wes is a daddy’s girl. she and her dad were cut from the same cloth, happy go lucky, fun loving, a bit silly, he’s the one who introduces her to movies. it’s their thing, watching and critiquing them together, and it’s not whatever is in theatres either. they went for all times of filmmaking, new wave, surrealist, and more.

it really stuck with wes, who herself had begun making movies, mostly horror/fantasy/scifi stuff with her friends-- she writes and directs and occasionally, she’ll don a costume and star in them. they’re silly little things, but her family always sat down for her “premieres.”

her formative years are marked with plenty of things, sports, deaths of distant family members, a cousin or two who gets caught in the wrong crowd and ends up in jail, and throughout this, wes remains a rock for her family.

she’s in high school, and she gets into the eclectic crowd, the outcasts, the weirdos, the ones who smoked under the bridge, and partied out in an abandoned trailer near the desert. these freaks were her freaks. they accepted her with open arms, as she them.  

she chooses thales because she always wants to see the east coast, and frankly, as much as she loves her family, she wants to be free of them. and they have a fantastic film program. so!

she meets steven in their first film class together, and they’re fast friends, despite her usual weariness of YET another film bro, steven proves to be a good egg. so she thinks. she finds out through him talking that he might not be the most faithful to his girlfriend, and as much as she doesn’t like meddling, she thinks it’s only right to let clarissa, who she doesn’t really know well, know. however, before there’s a chance, everything happens-- now she’s stuck wondering if she should reveal the truth, or let sleeping dogs lie.

nana is different, nana and her dated her sophomore year, nana’s freshman year. it wasn’t serious. but they were fond of each other. they eventually break up, but they stay friendly, waving to each other in the halls, chatting at parties.

both the disappearance and the murder is weird for wes, who by all accounts, isn’t great at dealing with bad shit. she prefers to laugh about things. laugh about everything. because if she doesn’t laugh, she’ll cry.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

wes is a mess, a free-spirit, a walking contradiction. she’s very independent minded, the kind of person who does things without thinking so much about the consequences, this leads her into trouble sometimes. like nicking something from a convenience store, or stealing a stop sign as a prank. she’s definitely the kind to goof off and not exactly dedicate her full attention to something. and while she’s in genuinely good spirits on most occasions, she has a staunch ‘no asshole’ policy. the type to defend the underdogs, and go after bullies. she’ll punch you with a smile on her face, and yet it ends up being more unnerving than you realize. she’s a bit of a ditz, as well, never the best at school, but can talk your ear off about the going ons of the world. she’s a lovable dumbass, for sure, and loyal to a tee once you get her as a friend.

𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

horror movie fan! her favorites are some of the oldies, like dracula and  the bride of frankenstein! and some new ones! big fan of jordan peele’s work, as well as ari aster’s! but mostly really advocates for women directors and directors of color!

also does roller derby! she picked this up her first year at thales and fell in love with it, i can’t think of a name for her yet, but she’s a blocker, won’t hesitate to elbow some dick at the bar

kinda a tomboy? she’s always been! she’s rough and tumble and not afraid to get down and dirty with someone, i.e. will join those football games on the quad or crawl through the mud for a scene to shoot

doesn’t know if she wants to be a director/writer or a cinematographer honestly.... she loves the technical aspects of film as much as the making the stories

definition of a bruh girl, says it a whole lot, but also just if you tell her you love her, she’ll just roll her eyes and be like you’re an idiot (which means she loves you too) she’ll be affectionate if she’s close to you

kinda a wh*re oops....... texts multiple girls at a time and doesn’t want to hurt any of their feelings she doesn’t know how she keeps ending up in these situations... also a bisexual disaster

a stoner as well..... always has a massive jar of weed

unclear whether she lives on campus or off campus but if she does live off campus she has a pet turtle named elsa lanchester after the bride of frankenstein actress

a drummer! she’s in a band (name tbd) she started drumming at a young age and found it was a good way to manage her aggression

doesn’t really do well with emotions, so she’ll either be like there, there, or try to make jokes.... she really said kids can you lighten up

walking meme... such a walking meme... doesn’t know so many things she’s like a cute puppy with no thoughts head empty but she’s so fun to be around

life of the party.... nana she came fr ur spot and she took it and she’s not sorry but she does miss u a lot

doesn’t rly feel like she’s allowed to be upset anyways bc some people have it...... way worse.... can u say Imposter syndrome

kind of an enabler...... will be that person to push u to try things but not in a peer pressurey way, more like if u are unsure abt sending a text she says do it

wears fun earrings and socks! think lollipops or gummy bears or found objects like she collects that shit it’s her lifeline

boxes! she’s been boxing since she was abt 12, courtesy of her older brother (who is now a doctor thx ruby) and it’s a good way to exercise and release stress

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

best friend -- two of a feather, cut from the same cloth, or complete opposites it doesnt matter to her (the abbi to her ilana)

roller derby friends -- she’s p close to the team, margs on her

makeup artist pal -- i think it would be neat fr someone to try and teach her makeup whether its normal or sfx bc she wants to look like a monster or smthn

she’s gullible, u take advantage of that -- u just tell her lies p much and she’s like yeah ok that sounds right

party friends

classmates

fwbs (f/m/nb) -- tbh she might have one or two of these but they literally are the def of pals who bone sometimes... like v good abt being like you good? u dont want more? cool me too

exes (f/m/nb) -- mostly dated women or nb people but def cld have had a guy

she smokes you out -- p much the only reason u hang out w her is bc she has good weed

someone she’s fought -- like fully decked in the face, prob said something that rubbed her the wrong way and it just devolved from there

people who dislike her -- she could definitely be seen as annoying bc shes loud and dorky and funny so ??

breaks someone out of their shell -- p self explanatory, pushes them to have fun, w everything happening shes rly like lifes too short to not take the opportunities around u

cousins! probably on her dad’s side! i figure she has some east coast fam 

anything? truly?

[chezforshire]

Another thing Bon learns from Marce: Valentine's.

Marce doesn't know the history behind it but she knows what it's about, at least. She also has a healthy amount of dislike about capitalism's grasp on it but she's not 100% sure abt that bc that just came from Simon so idk don't take my word for it Bon.

Bon finds it cute as shit and wants to allot a day in the year for it. Marce thinks that's cute and hey she'll even perform some old love songs she remembers

So they prepare and tell the whole kingdom and Marce has to admit she's a little excited. She figured she might as well get something for Bon. As a friend ya know?

So, day comes, everything's just as planned. Well. Except for the insane influx of chocolates and flowers and gifts and what not for Bon.

In hindsight, she should have expected this. She is the princess (and their mother-creator thing) so of course they love her.

Marce looks at this and shrugs. She dumps her own gift (just some flowers she got from the other side of Ooo no biggie) and gets on with her performance. No one knows the songs, obviously, but they all still clap and are appropriately impressed at her skills.

It's not till before she leaves does she get something for her efforts.

They're at Bon's room (Marce always stays here for a bit before leaving, just chatting with Bon and doing whatever) and she's getting ready to go home when Bon casually asks if she could stay for a bit longer.

To sort through the gifts, you know?

Marce shrugs at this and floats her way to the bed. Before she could even pick up any of the gifts, Bon settles down next to her with the flowers she got her.

"I'm assuming this is from you?"

"No one's batshit crazy enough to go to where that thing grows, Bon" she laughs a little at her joke.

Bon smiles and looks at the flowers so softly. Something in Marce melts and she quietly hopes that she got Bon the best gift she'll get from these losers. She shakes that thought away and focuses on the gifts scattered on the bed.

Bon excuses herself for a second, "to find a vase for these plants", and lets Marce start opening the gifts.

She opens them up as gently as she could, being half demon and also vampire she's very much liable in breaking whatever is in the box. The first few were food (why... why would you wrap it up like a present? At least they put it in a box. Well, except for that one weirdo) some were seeds, the others were clothes that were either so tiny or so gigantic. Man, she's pretty sure she got Bon the best gift.

Then she gets to this one gift that's a motherfucking crystal she swore could only be gotten by someone of her strength.

Bon comes back at that moment, flowers in the vase, and sees Marce's petulant face. She puts the vase away and slides up next to her. "What's got you all scrunched up?"

Marce mumbles for a second then hands the rock over. Bon only notices it then and starts fawning over it. She picks it up and starts examining it with gusto. After around a dozen paragraphs, she turns to Marce and the question of where it could have come from dies on her tongue.

She puts it gently to the side and drapes herself dramatically over Marce. "Why are you being a sour puss?"

Marce sighs "Idk I just thought i got you a cool present and someone one upped me. Feel like i lost is all"

Bon hums at this. "I mean, yeah I guess that mineral is way cooler but so i kind of love yours more? Mostly cause it's from you to be honest"

"Oh." Marce feels really nice over that and she's pretty sure if blood still roamed around her body, it'd be rushing to her cheeks.

"Oh!" Bon suddenly sits up and jumps off the bed. She rummages through the little fridge she keeps in her room for a second and comes back up with a smile.

She walks up to Marce with a big smile and presents to her a little tupperware of strawberries.

Marce kinda looks at this quizzically. "Strawberries?"

"Yeah! I grew them myself! I did a lot of tweaking and adjusting to make the flavour translate through color too. There shouldn'tbe a difference in the taste as well even though i did notice it was different. I know you can still taste food, but you admit yourself that it's not as good as when you taste through color. So i tried to do my best with this one. I have like a hundred other strawberry bushes that aren't up to standard but yeah this is from the best so far."

She's rambling. Marce just watches her go on about how she made it and all that and now she's talking about the color wheel and it's s not her usual scientific rambling, but more. Her anxious rambling. From when she was half a century younger.

Okay why

Marce gently touches her hands and she snaps out of it. She turns several shades pinker and smiles unsure. She quietly offers the fruits again and Marce takes them gently.

She picks up one of the strawberries and examines it. There's a heavy and tense silence between them and she's not sure if what she's about to say and do is going to make things worse but hey fuck forward thinking.

"What does it taste like?"

Bon shrugs. "Well, if I did it right you should be able to taste it fully through the color."

"Nah Bon," marce presses the strawberry gently against Bon's lips, "what does it taste like?"

Bon hesitates for half a second before taking the gentlest bite. Marce is stares unabashedly as she chews slowly.

"It's sweet. Not overly so. The notes of acidity tells me I harvested them at just the right time."

Marce holds Bon's face gently, tilting her head towards her slightly. "You think I'd get the same taste?"

Bon leans into her hand "Maybe, only you can tell."

Marce pauses. She wishes she could say that she thought about what she was about to do. Say that this was the moment she said fuck it. Say that this was when she had all sorts of revelations and what not. But really? All she had in mind was "time to find out"

[imaginetheliar]

How about reader who makes Ouma a lot of food because they're concerned with his weight? (Boy needs to eat)

Hey hey, Mod Kaede back from the dead!! I’m sorry, life’s been… really busy lately, but I’m super glad because our new mods are awesome and didn’t leave this place too barren!! I’m gonna try to be more active now, because I think things are finally starting to calm down? Regardless, this prompt was a lot of fun to write! Sorry it took so long to get to!

As always, I sincerely hope you enjoy!!

Your boyfriend always wore loose-fitting and oversized clothes, so you could never really tell anything was wrong. Still, you found it interesting how, whenever the two of you would hang out or go on a date, he’d bag up his food “for later”. Once in a blue moon you two would hang out at his place, but you’d be so caught up in the moment and spending time with him that you’d never even think to look in the kitchen and see if he still had the countless amount of leftovers sitting in the fridge, or in the trash.

Shopping was a fun activity for you and Ouma. It basically became a competition to make the worst outfit possible, and try it on in the dressing room to show each other when you came out. On one particular shopping trip, Ouma formed an amalgamation of cursed jeans (it can be the clear knees, the double waist, the skirt… thing, take your pick), and a skin-tight leather shirt of an unidentifiable color. You have no idea why either of these items were being sold at a respectable clothing outlet, but the laughs that you were getting out if it with your boyfriend was worth the confusion.

Ouma came out of the dressing room wearing the outfit, and it was just about as ugly as you expected. But… what caught your attention most wasn’t the fashion felony before you. What really worried you was the lack of torso the leather shirt clung to. Had your boyfriend always been this skinny? And if so, how did you never notice?

You would definitely confront him later, don’t want to cause a scene in public- actually, you weren’t going to confront him at all. Knowing Ouma, he probably already knew you noticed how skinny he really was, but confirming that fact for him was only going to make him flee.

You laughed at his outfit, and decided on both of your behalves that it was probably time to go home. That would give you more time to think. With an intelligent boyfriend like yours, you needed to carefully decide every action you took whenever it was something serious like this, because you were genuinely concerned for his wellbeing. Well, you’ve bested him before, who’s to say you can’t do it again?

Settled down back in the comfort of your own home, you mulled over what the best course of action may be. He never ate when you two were out somewhere. Come to think of it, you could count the number of times you’ve actually seen him eat on your fingers. Being together with him for months now… that was alarming. Multiple ideas crossed your mind, but none seemed to be the perfect plan. It was really hard to figure the boy out.

The best scheme you could come up with was to feed him entirely homemade meals. He’s shown in the past that he’s not as careless as he tends to portray himself, and maybe the guilt for neglecting something you’ve made him will outweigh the want to not eat? With the best possible strategy set up, you go to bed that night, unsure but optimistic.

After a comfortable rest, you decide to text Ouma to see if he’d be willing to come over.

S/O-chan: Hey, Kokichi!ouma: hey is for horses, yknow!!ouma: neigh~S/O-chan: I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place today? I’m not planning on doing anything, so we can just chill and stuff.S/O-chan: I’m just gonna pretend that awful joke didn’t just come from you.ouma: hmm…….. i’ll have to think abt it. i WAS planning on kidnapping a governor today……S/O-chan: Can the governor wait? Or do you have a bomb ticking down right now that you need him to be in the room for?ouma: i suppose it’s not time sensitive!!! i’ll be over in a bit, my beloved [S/O]-chaaan~~!!!

Plan “Make Kokichi a Homemade Meal so He Isn’t Concerningly Skinny” was a go.

You opened your pantry to see what would be on today’s menu. After much deliberation, you decided on something nice and simple, to test the waters; a batch of fries. Nothing too heavy.

Making fries was easy, if not a long process. You started off by hand-cutting the potatoes, lacking the proper equipment to produce them en masse, but nothing you couldn’t finish in ten minutes. After all the fries were cut out, you had to boil the bad boys, so you wouldn’t just be working with raw… potato. This was the most time-consuming part, so you sat around for a while, half-expecting your doorbell to ring any minute. It never did, so you moved on. After taking the potatoes out of the boiling water, you patted them dry, and placed the soon-to-be-fries in a deep fryer. Twice. Yes, you fried them twice, because you’re cool like that.

They had finally finished cooking, but Kokichi was still nowhere to be seen… not for long, though. Within minutes, a familiar ring flooded through your house. What timing!

You answered the door, seeing exactly who you were expecting. “Hey, come in!”

“Oh, really? I can come in? I was just thinking I was gonna stand around on your porch all day… but coming in sounds a lot more fun!” Ouma stepped inside, sliding his shoes off. “Something smells good.”

“Yeah, I got bored waiting for you, so I made some french fries,” you led him into the kitchen.

“Geez, I didn’t take that long…”

“You kinda did.” The plate of fries was on the counter, and Ouma stared at it a bit. “All homemade.”

“Homemade, huh?” Ouma raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you were a chef.”

“I’m full of surprises~” you replied, resting your elbows on the counter. “Not like I’m gonna eat all these myself. Go ahead, try one.”

Ouma reached for a fry, and the lack of hesitance surprised you a bit. He chewed on it for a while, seeming unimpressed. Your heart sank.

“… These fries…” he took another one, “are horrible!” Ohh, right. He was lying.

“Then why are you still eating them?”

“‘Cause I’m a masochist, dummy!”

Suuure.

You both ended up eating half of the plate of fries each, and this was the first step to your mission being a success. You were honestly proud of yourself, and when Ouma left, you rewarded yourself with some ice cream.

You decided it’d be in your best interest to look up some recipes the next day.

After that, you’d cook Ouma more meals made with love. Sometimes you’d invite him over to eat them fresh, or sometimes you’d go to his house with the food in a large container. Other times, you might even meet him in public with a bag of goodies, like cookies or brownies. He always seemed to like the sweets. You’re not sure where the change was. Did he just eat your food so you wouldn’t feel bad, like his infamous kind lies? Or did he just prefer your food over everyone else’s? Or maybe you were over-analyzing, and he really DID eat, just in private? If that was the case, maybe he was just too shy to eat in front of others. Maybe if you took him out to a restaurant on a date now, he’d eat? No, but Ouma’s not a shy person… the situation seemed more and more convoluted, but at least he was eating.

You got a notification on your phone a few weeks after that first french fry date.

ouma: guess what i got!S/O-chan: What?ouma: guess!!S/O-chan: Another horse mask?ouma: what??? no!ouma: wait how did you know about the first one????S/O-chan: What did you get?ouma: sooooo remember that leather shirt? that was not-quite-green but not-quite brown????S/O-chan: Did you buy that thing?ouma: yuppers!!!!!!!!

He then sent you a photo of him wearing the shirt, the camera at a wonky angle. He was holding up a peace sign.

ouma: it kinda grew on me~

Of course, he was lying. He liked to pull off fashion that no one else could; though, to be honest, this was too much for even him to be able to try and conquer.

You looked at the photo again, though. He was still skinny as ever. Even after all of this cooking… what was wrong?

S/O-chan: Hey, you look pretty skinny in that picture…ouma: but i look good, riiiiiight?????????S/O-chan: You always look good, but are you okay?ouma: awwww, is [S/O]-chan really that worried for me!?!??!???!?!?ouma: well, if you must know, my metabolism is through the roof!!!! never been a pound over 105 :)))))

That made… a surprising amount of sense. Then again, you had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth or not… you just decided to believe him, since it would help you rest easier. That mystery had finally been solved, and you felt comforted knowing that nothing was wrong with your boyfriend.

S/O-chan: Oh, okay! Makes sense.S/O-chan: By the way, if you wanna come over, I was thinking of making a cake tomorrow.

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1 - 10 for the OC ask thing!!!! ((You pick which OC, I wanna know more about all of them and don't know aNY))

Okay you get to know Hark because he's the only one I'm really proud of x'D (and the only one mostly flushed out)1: He has a clear voice that's kinda deep but not like deep deep. It's like a voice that would make jokes a lot if that makes any sense at all. 2: He's got a cute little smirk and his full on smile is dazzling. 3: His greatest achievement so far is probably escaping the world he came from into this one. V difficult. If you are familiar with @spillywolf 's OC Glitch, he's from that world. 4: He's insecure about the way he appears to people and how they may react to certain actions he takes. Like if he were to do something "inhuman" or be unsure of something obvious to others. 5: He can't feel strong emotion unless he finds it in someone else. And it's very addictive for him to live off someone else's happiness. He also gets overstimulated v e r y easily (which is why he has headphones)6: He doesn't know how to deal with grief yet Bc he hasn't experienced it, at least not from his point of view. All he knows is that it's a bad emotion. 7: He always wears a really comfy grey jacket and t-shirts of all different varieties (nothing too bright tho) and jeans with black vans probably. 8: He likes mac n cheese a l o t because it's a comfort food and easy to make. He also really likes lo mein noodles and sushi. Just easy to make or buy things because he's on the move a lot. Like constantly. 9: His theme would probably be those cloudy days that look like a sheet of grey across the sky or a ceiling. And with like dark but rich colors of like wet red brick walls and dark green grass. Something like that. (Idek if that's what's supposed to go here but)10: He doesn't have much of a fashion sense. He knows what matches and doesn't, but because he's insecure abt wearing something weird he just sticks with his jeans and t-shirts. THANKS ALFANZO YOURE THE B O M B. 👌👌👌👌👌 lit. I hope you like him ^^

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tag game!

tagged by - the beautiful @demeantors​ thank you katie!!

rules - you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

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the last 1. drink: iced mint hibiscus tea (bcos I'm Extra) 2. phone call: my mom lmao 3. text message: my mom. again 4. song you listened to: error by vixx (Good Song) 5. time you cried: idk?? I almost cried today watching wonder woman 6. dated someone twice: hahahahhahahahhhahahhhh nope not even once rip 7. kissed someone and regretted it: hahhahhahhh no 8. been cheated on: nop 9. lost someone special: kinda??? not rly??? hard to explain 10. been depressed: yea 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

3 favorite colors 12. blue (darker, like navy) 13. soft pink 14. gold

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: no (ive fallen out of like tho,, I don't rly like to use the word “love” lightly for relationships) 17. laughed until you cried: lmfaoooo like all the time 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20. found out who your friends are: yes I think!! 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: nop

general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: one (1) because I have one (1) facebook friend and its my best friend lmao ((I never use fb)) 23. do you have any pets: no but I want!! 24. do you want to change your name: not rly??? a lil bit but not rly 25. what did you do for your last birthday: my two best friends surprised me at my house and we ate cake and watched Netflix and hung out together! 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: reading angsty bts fanfic on ao3 bcos I'm actual Trash 28. name something you can’t wait for: to go to Australia!!! I need to convince my dad to buy me a ticket ahhhh 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like 5 min ago 31. what are you listening to right now: russian roulette by red velvet 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: maybe?? I don't think so 33. something that is getting on your nerves: I'm surprisingly chill rn and cant think of anything and its been awhile since Ive felt this so I'm not gonna think about things and destroy the feeling :) 34. most visited website: tumblr 35. hair colour: dark brown/black 36. long or short hair: medium-long (mostly longer tho) 37. do you have a crush on someone: not anymore!!! the freedom!!! 38. what do you like about yourself: my eyelashes!! theyre rly long and pretty :’)) 39. piercings: ears 40. blood type: idk man 41. nickname: sanju (call me this and I will Cut You), ganj, gank (and variations upon it), jana, jana banana, sanny montanny (these r all I can remember rn lol) 42. relationship status: single and sad (not necessarily sad abt being single @ that one anon that came after me when I was feeling lonely and afraid id never have a relationship, just sad in general) 43. zodiac: virgo sun! 44. pronouns: she/her (for now, I'm a little unsure lately as to what i feel i am) 45. favourite tv show: parks and rec!! 46. tattoos: none 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: nope 49. piercing: ears!! repeat question 50. sport: I used to play soccer, and ive dabbled in football, volleyball, swimming, basketball, various styles of dance and I do Bharatanatyam rn (indian classical dance) also if u think dance is not a sport I will Fight You. crush you with my thighs. my muscular thighs. which have come from dancing. try me. 51. vacation: ?not sure I understand the question?? if its where I want to vacation, id say around Europe. like going backpacking or sth 52. pair of trainers: ????? still unsure abt what the question is????? I don't normally wear trainers/tennis shoes... I just,,, rly don't like them. I'm ok with laced shoes tho like converse or vans. just not. tennis shoes (its weird I know)

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: I went to kerby lane café for dinner!!! its a rly cute place and they specialize in breakfast food (I had French toast and eggs, and I shared pancakes w a friend) 54. drinking: ?? unsure abt question???? fave drink is rose water 55. i’m about to: noodle around some more on tumblr 56. waiting for: my dad to give me the big laptop so I can work on edits (but its 10pm rn so prob not gonna happen lmao) 57. want: to be happy and loved 58. get married: I want to in the future!! but I'm scared ill never find The One (more scared that no one will be there) so I'm probably going to have an arranged marriage. that's ok tho, my parents were arranged. and my oldest cousin will likely end up having an arranged marriage too, so *shrugs* its in the cards 59. career: I'm currently interested in dance therapy!! I want something where I can help people but also be myself and do something I love and enjoy, and I want freedom (tall order, I know)

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: hugs 61. lips or eyes: hmm eyes 62. shorter or taller: both r ok, I like being smol 63. older or younger: ?? like for a significant other?? eithers fine by me (as long as age gap isn't too extreme) 64. nice arms or nice stomach: a r m s (but stomach is a bonus, I don't rly care about abs or anything) 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER: 67. kissed a stranger: nop 68. drank hard liquor: no 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes 70. turned someone down: yes (ik, I'm still surprised someone asked me in the first place) (fun story, 2+(?) people asked me, ive turned them all down;;; first was bcos he was an asshole I didn't know, second didn't even talk to me but sent someone I didn't trust/like to come get me and I was wary, third was a close friend who I cant see as more than a brotherly figure) 71. sex on the first date: no 72. broken someone’s heart: not that I think? prob not 73. had your heart broken: yes 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: I don't know anyone whos died during my life, so not for real deaths. for fictional character deaths, yes 76. fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: hahahhahhhahhahahh sometimes, depending about what. do I believe in my Bharatanatyam skills? yes. do I believe in my ability to find happiness? no 78. miracles: yes kind of mostly 79. love at first sight: no. only lust at first sight. 80. santa claus: eh could go either way. id like to believe in him. 81. kiss on the first date: eh sure if the date went rly well 82. angels: again, I want to

OTHER: 83. current best friend’s name: irl: Shravani and sarah, on this hellsite: tyler (lob u tut *blows kiss*) 84. eye colour: dark brown 85. favourite movie: I don't have an all time fave, but I rly love dangal and wonder woman rn