#my echo is the dumbest thing sometimes

[tatersgonnatate]

*thunder rumbles in distance with clouds overhead*

Me: Alexa, is it going to rain today?

Echo: No rain is expected today

Me: ...................

Me: *opens my weather app and sees a 75% chance of rain a few hours from now*

Me: YOU LYING BITCH! Y'ALL JUST THINK THIS IS SOME FUNNY GAME HUH I STG

[lale-txt]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏: 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠

♫ saturra - lovergirl

Would you be my lovergirl? We could run up against the world I don't wanna waste my time I just wanna lay with you

⭅ back to m.list

We don’t need memories.

It was only later in life that Osamu fully grasped the deeper meaning of Inarizaki’s volleyball club slogan. While he felt indifferent about it at best back then, in this very moment he wants to vehemently protest it. With her, he needs all the memories. He doesn’t want to miss a single second of it. 

Of her.

Life takes some funny turns sometimes, he learned. One night he’s lying awake and scrolling through the blog of the most feisty and beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on; then a heartbeat later he’s in the exact same spot, unable to fall asleep because the sheets smell so much like her, like the echo of a siren song calling out for him. Some nights it makes him feel like he’s losing his mind from all this unfamiliar yearning in the pits of his stomach. 

He really tried to forget about how perfectly her sleeping form fitted into his side, with her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, her breath steady and warm against him. Or the weight of her leg, thrown over his middle and trapping him in, all tangled up. Her fingertips dancing over the exposed skin of his hip bones before they come to rest against his side, just underneath the seam of his shirt where she slipped them so quietly, naturally, as if they had done this a thousand times before–

Osamu shakes his head in an attempt to dispel the vivid memory, like he wasn’t only a few minutes away from seeing her again. His girl. He’s blissfully ignoring the thundering drum of his heart and throws his backpack over one shoulder, his free hand dragging his luggage behind him. 

He told her to wait in the car for him, knowing she hated crowds and would be overwhelmed easily trying to find him at the busiest station of the whole country. It was a compromise. You know, I can just take a cab from there and be with you in no time, he had told her over the phone to which she had let out a huff, as if it was the dumbest thing she ever heard. Don’t be silly, of course I’m coming to get you. You’d do the same, right? 

She had a point. Osamu would walk to the end of earth if he knew she was waiting there for him. 

Getting to her feels like crossing a maze; and he can’t help but think that this feels similar to conquering her heart, never knowing which turn to take but eventually every path leads to her. He reaches the highest deck of the parking garage, the sun in the zenit, but that’s not what’s blinding him. 

Osamu sees her before she sees him. Inside of the parked car her eyes are on the rearview mirror, and from the distance he can’t tell if she’s reapplying her lip gloss (don’t think about kissing her, don’t think about kissing her…) or wiping crumbs from the corner of her mouth, evidence of that being the half eaten croissant on the passenger seat. When he gets closer he notices how she’s humming to the music playing from the radio, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel, windows rolled down, a small smile playing upon her lips. She looks peaceful, a little giddy even. 

Their eyes meet through the rearview mirror and everything feels electric.

It’s Osamu who moves first, dropping his baggage to the ground and taking the last few steps till he’s at the driver’s door. She hasn’t moved yet, probably paralyzed by whatever anxious thought her brain was shooting at her in this moment, only slowly blinking at him when he reaches for the door handle. 

As if she was in a dream. As if she was his dream.

Only when he opens the car door and holds out a hand for her she’s stirring back to reality. That’s when her lips curve into a smile again and her hand slips into his, so effortless as if it’s something they do on the regular. She says his name in the softest tone and Osamu thinks he never wanted to kiss someone so badly in his entire life. 

His arms wrap around her when she stumbles out of the car, catching her in a warm embrace, and one heartbeat later her arms come around his middle, fingers twisting in his shirt as if she was afraid he’d slip away from her any second. Osamu lets out a quiet laugh and hugs her tighter against his chest, one hand coming up to the back of her neck, calloused fingertips brushing over her bare skin. He’s pretty sure she can feel the way his heart is about to crack his ribcage open, like a pair of hands opening up a pomegranate for her.

“Sorry I kept you waiting for so long.” I love you. “No worries, you didn’t. I listened to the playlist you sent me meanwhile. Was your trainride okay? Did you have enough to eat?” I love you. “Eh, it was fine. I saw a recipe online I think you’ll really like, I’ll show you when we’re home. Maybe we can try cooking it together while I’m here.” I love you. “Yeah! Fun. You must be hungry, I brought you an almond croissant from my favorite bakery.” I love you. 

They pull apart, just enough to search each other’s gaze, and Osamu’s hands tremble slightly when he cradles her face with all the gentleness of the world. The words are lying on the tip of his tongue, sweet and alluring, and when she rests her hands on top of his he’s pretty sure he forgot how to breathe.

If Osamu was a braver man he’d kiss her right here, right now. 

But his heart feels like it’s gonna burst at the seams just from thinking about it, so he pulls her closer again, his lips brushing against her temple. Innocent and yet so heavy with a promise. He knows she understood from the way she hugs him back, her hands now dancing across his back as if she wants to memorize the shape of him. His head comes to rest against hers and Osamu thinks this is the closest he’s ever gotten to holding the sun in his arms.

•┈••✦ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥…

y/n couldn't control herself and ate half of the almond croissant she bought for Osamu (it's ok, they'll go get another treat later) (he would've done the same)

she did NOT let her intrusive thoughts win when she spotted Osamu in the rearview mirror

kiss & tell groupchat is about to go wild soon with all that kissing and telling on the horizon

y/n's room is at the end of the hallway with only Makki's room next to hers, so all hopes are on him to report anything back to the groupchat

when Osamu started the video call he was still at work but it was a quiet evening so they'd only get occassionally interrupted by an incoming order

all the staff said hi too when they saw the propped up phone, asking y/n when she'll be back

also upcoming beach episode? i'm sorry but this smau is basically me wrapping all of my shoujo romance dreams into one story

please know that Osamu completely forgot about the reason why he came to Toyko in the first place (viewing places to open a new Onigiri Miya branch) the second he laid his eyes on y/n

this boy invented being down bad

✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

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@wyrcan @kentocalls @simp-simp-no-mi @uncovered-mad-man @honey-deku

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@ellouisa17 @toges-cough-syrup @lovingjeankirstein @itsdragonius @bakingcuriosity

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@lonelycrystal-star @weezerbby

taglist open! dm/ask/comment to be added (or removed, no hard feelings ♡)! minors DNI!

[xoxozoro]

can i take your order?

synopsis: you are barista

characters: chifuyu, mitsuya, kazutora

genre: fluff

warnings: none.

masterlist.

chifuyu :

chifuyu was living a cliché. he knew it, his friends knew it and probably all of the regular customers of the small coffee shop knew it.

but could you really blame him?

you were just so... pretty...

with your lips of a lively pink, your cheeks full and bright, your eyes so mesmerizing that he could stare at them for hours and your hair that were pulled back into two messy braids with your loose strands of hair that swept back and forth over your face.

what was there to not like about you?

"chifuyu...? are you there?"

your angelic voice brought him back to earth, his cheeks covered of a small red hue at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, "y-yeah?"

you let out a soft chuckle at his stuttering, a smile plastered on your lips, "the usual?"

"yes, please"

he first started to talk to the pretty girl behind the counter when he first found the coffee shop. ever since that day, after weeks of trying to figure out your work schedule, chifuyu showed up every morning when you worked, ordered the same thing every time and spent half an hour talking to you.

"say 'fuyu, you own a pet shop right?" you asked, writing his name on a cup with a sharpie.

"yeah! it's the one down the streets" chifuyu confirmed, paying his order and putting a generous amount of yen in the tip jar.

you continued scribing down on the cub making him frown, his name was not that long to write... "so if i wanted to adopt a little kitten, i could come see you right?"

chifuyu's eyes widened at your words, a bigger smile on his lips, "yeah, you totally could! actually there's a cat that makes me think of you every time i look at it."

it took him a second to realize what he had just said, but when he realized he quickly look away from you, missing the red on your face.

"well," you spoke again, trying to ignore the burning sensation on your face, "we should get coffee together sometimes… so you can tell me more about the cat that makes you think of me."

"uh?" chifuyu looked at you once more, grabbing the cup you were handing him your fingers brushing with his in the process.

"call me" you smiled at him before turning around to take the order of another customer, the coffee shop being abnormally filled for a thursday morning.

the boy looked down at his cup, and if he wasn't blushing before, he surely was now.

chifuyu♡ 178-003-0000

falling in love in cafés was so damn cliché.

mitsuya :

"mitsuya! i was starting to think that you weren't gonna come today!" you smiled at the pretty boy in front of you.

the boy smiled as you started to enter his regular order on the computer, "come on, you know i can't start my day without looking at your pretty face."

"you guys disgust me." a voice rang from behind you. you rolled your eyes at your coworker.

"stop it! they're so cute together!" your other coworker, kyo, an hopeless romantic, squealed at the scene.

you shook your head at the two, "we're not dating, kyo."

"not yet" mitsuya mumbled quietly, glad that you didn't hear him say that.

"please," kyo rolled her eyes, "you rejected the hotness guy in the world yesterday, because 'you had a boyfriend'- so try to tell me that you weren't talking about pretty boy over here."

mitsuya widened his eyes at what he just heard, what guy?

you scoffed at your friend, "he was the dumbest boy i've ever met, he even bumped into an old lady! plus i've got my eyes on someone else"

"wonder who that would be?" your "against any form of love" coworker sarcastically said.

the boy frowned as he sat down on a booth beside the window, living you with your friends. when he thought he had forgotten about the guy asking you out yesterday a loud irritating voice echoed in the small shop, disturbing the calm atmosphere of the place.

"come on babe," a tall guy with a buzzcut was leaning against the counter looking at you with a cocky smile, "just give me a chance."

"like i told you yesterday," you tried to keep your calm and politely rejected him, once again, "i have a boyfriend."

"i don't see him anywhere~" he pushed once more.

"he's behind you." mitsuya stood behind him, his coffee long forgotten on a table, the other guy turned around to look at him, "i get that you have a little crush on my girl, but we have a plane to catch... so flirt with her when she gets back, yeah?"

the former gang member gave you a look making you mumbled a quick "be right back" to your friends, before joining your 'boyfriend' in front of the tall guy.

"let's go, love" he place a hand on your lower back leading you outside the shop, then to his car. he then opened the passenger door for you to take a seat, closed the door, before walking to take a seat in the driver seat.

"um... where are we going?" you asked as mitsuya started to drive away from your work place.

"at the airport"

"okay... but why?"

"we have a plane to catch."

"a plane to go where, exactly?"

the boy glanced in your direction a smirk on his face, before grabbing your hand in his. he brought your intertwined hands to his mouth and placed a small kiss on your knuckles, "we're going on a date, princess."

you glanced at your intertwined hands before looking at him, when did driving a car became so attractive?

"with a plane? where are we going for that date exactly?"

he gave your hand a small squeeze, "anywhere you'd like."

kazutora :

"if you keep staring at her like that she might call the cops on you, you know?" baji's voice brought kazutora out of his trance.

the boy quickly snapped his head away from you, looking at his two friends, "god- she's so pretty..." he banged his head on the table his cup of hot chocolate in hand.

chifuyu glanced over kazutora's shoulder, taking a sip of his coffee, "so that's why you wanted to close the shop earlier... to stare at a girl from afar?"

"yeah, man!" baji agreed, "there closing in like- 5 minutes and all you've been doing is look at her and giggle like a little girl."

the lover boy rose his head from the table, begging them to quiet down, "you can just yell that when she's just behind us! and besides i'm not here to look at her... i'm here to enjoy a coffee with my friends."

The friends in question shared a look, "yeah no, you're totally here just for the girl."

kazutora groaned, banging his head on the table once more.

"she's still in school right?" chifuyu asked watching you doing homework on the counter.

"yeah... she's a med student"

"a studen~" baji smirked at his friend, "damn you are some kinky bastard-!"

kazutora hurriedly placed his hand on the boy's mouth, preventing to say anything else, "she's 24! and stop yelling!"

"oh~ she's walking over here- act normal." chifuyu stated making the boys straighten up, trying to look as normal as possible.

"kazu? you coming?" your soft voice rang through the air like honey.

"...kazu...?" baji and chifuyu looked at his friend, who's face became redder after each passing seconds.

"y-yeah!" the said boy got up from his seat, glancing at his two puzzled friends.

baji stood up from his seat, "wait- where are you going?!"

chifuyu grabbed the boy's arm, trying to force him back in his seat, "baji-! don't-"

"we have a date!" you smiled at the two, your hand lazily wrapped around kazutora's arm.

"...a date?"

"yeah..." the lover boy looked away from the pretty girl, "i brought you guys with me so i wouldn't look dumb while waiting for her to finish her shift."

he mumbled a small "see ya" to his friends, before placing a hand on your lower back, leading you outside the small coffee shop.

"so..." you looked up to the boy, a cocky smile on your face, "how's my "kinky bastard" doing?"

lowering his face in defeat, his face reddening at your words, "please don't say that..." your laughter echoed in the quiet street, sounding like a melody to the boy's ears.

"god i feel so used..." baji grumbled walking in the opposite direction of the two love birds, along side chifuyu.

"you'll get over it." his friend patted his back, rolling his eyes at his dramatic dementor.

note: this is my first writing so please be nice!

[carecarry]

suddenly, even swallowing feels like trying to choke down a fucking cactus.

it's funny, you know? like, how just seeing your name pop up on my timeline—just your name, not even a picture—suddenly makes my throat feel like it's stuffed with cotton balls. swallowing? not an option. not when i’m hit with this weird-ass cocktail of feelings.

i mean, how do i even begin to explain it? we were never really together, were we? it was all just pings and pixels, late-night texts and stolen moments behind screens. but damn if it didn't feel real. it felt so real that now, when i see you, it’s like this giant, invisible hand is squeezing my heart just a little too tight. just enough to remind me that i’m still here, still breathing, still missing you.

and god, i hate how much i miss you. i hate that i’ve got this mental replay button that won’t stop flashing all the good shit we had—the stupid memes, the endless convos about literally nothing, and how we made each other laugh like idiots over the dumbest things. it’s like my brain is doing this sick little game of "let's remind them of what they don’t have anymore!"

it’s like when you’re so goddamn thirsty but the only thing left in the fridge is that nasty soda no one drinks, and you’re stuck with this dry-ass throat, craving something that isn’t there anymore. that’s what seeing you feels like—like i’m thirsty for something i can't have. and it fucking sucks.

sometimes i wonder if you remember me, if something random—like a song we used to share or that stupid inside joke we had—hits you out of nowhere and makes your stomach twist the same way mine does. or maybe you’ve moved on, maybe you’re out there living your best life, and i’m just a shadow in your memory—a faint echo of something that almost was but never really got the chance to be.

it’s pathetic, really, but i can’t help it. every time i see you, i think of how we ended things—not with a bang, but with this quiet, awful fizzle. like a sparkler that burns out before you’re ready to let go. and it hurts because, despite everything, a part of me still wonders what could’ve been if we’d just held on a little tighter, a little longer.

but here we are, right? just two people who once meant the world to each other, now reduced to fleeting moments, like passing thoughts in the back of our minds, lingering only for a second before we move on.

fuck, i really need to stop thinking about you. but damn, if that were easy, i wouldn’t be sitting here, typing this shit out like some lovesick idiot. because no matter how hard i try to move on, to forget, there you are—just a scroll away, reminding me of everything we had, and everything we lost.

[sailorshadzter]

the peace he brings.

just some soft jonsa.

Should you need me, my door is open…

Those words echo in her mind, even now, as she paces the floor in her small, darkened chamber. But, she must be stronger than that, and must be able to calm her own racing heart. And yet… She cannot. 

There in the darkness of her own rooms she’s frightened of what was and what was to come. She’s afraid of the memories of it all, of what’s been left behind. One of her tormentors is dead, at her own hands no less, but it has done little to alleviate the pain. In truth, she feels as if she’s merely traded one pain for another. 

And so, she throws her shawl around her shoulders and opens her door, stepping out into the dimly lit corridor. Her rooms, the Lord’s Chambers, are rooms she thinks Jon should have, but he’d hear nothing of it. Sometimes she wonders if sleeping in her parent’s room was just too much for him, all things considered. So, she sleeps within them instead, but she can find no comfort in the rooms in which her parents once resided, and can find no peace in touching the things they once touched. 

His rooms are close by, however, just at the end of the hallway and to her left. She stands outside his door for what must be several minutes, arguing with herself over what to do- he offered, one part of her says, but you should be braver than this, says another. Finally, in the end, seeking the comfort of her brother outweighs the rest, and so she raises her hand and quietly knocks, wondering if in his slumber he would even hear her. 

A moment passes and she’s filled with regret, with embarrassment, that of all things she’s done this is the dumbest of them all. Of course, he’d not meant those words he had said that night, he was only speaking politely, an obligatory taste of brotherly affection, but never something he surely intended to take her up on. Fueling her own uncertainty and fears with such thoughts, she turns to go, intent on finding refuge with a jug of spiced ale, when to her shock, the door she stands before opens, revealing his face, slack with sleep. But at once his eyes widen at the sight of her there and he beckons her in without even a second thought. 

He had thought he’d only imagined the sound of the knock, but from where he lay on the rug before the hearth, Ghost had grumbled low in his chest, as if to say you’ve got a visitor. So, he’d risen up from his warm furs, crossing the floor to open the door, revealing to him Sansa standing there, her face pale and her blue eyes wide. “Sansa,” he says as the door closes behind them both, casting her into the shadow of darkness. “Are you alright?” He asks, softer now, the look upon her face telling him all he needed to know. She’s doing her best to nod, to smile, but he can see through it all, even now when she’s doing her best to not fall apart, she tries to hide it. Perhaps not just from him, but even from herself. “Come here…” He murmurs, opening his arms to her and she comes willingly, sinking into the warmth of his embrace as she wraps her own arms around his waist. 

There, in his arms, she feels the peace she’s been seeking all night long. 

For what very well could have been a lifetime or just ten minutes, they stand there locked in one another’s embraces, Jon silently marveling as he always does at just how well she fits within his grasp. Almost as if she were made to fit there, just for him, just for her. “Come… You need sleep…” He speaks quietly, his voice muffled against the crown of her head. She draws back, blue eyes blinking back at him in the darkness, but she does not protest- in fact, it is like relief that floods her face and she’s nodding, slowly, surely. 

He takes her by the hand and draws her back towards the bed he’d only just vacated, gently pushing her beneath the furs before he climbs in after her. Jon is hyper aware of the quickened pace of his heart, of the warmth of his cheeks at this close proximity, but he knows it is what Sansa needs right now. All decorum thrown aside, he does not keep the space between them minimal, but rather draws her in close to his chest, wrapping her in his arms once more. She snuggles in close as she can, like him, well aware of how fast her heartbeat has become, but being there, right there, felt more right than anything ever had in all of her life. Almost as if that was where she was meant to be. Jon always made her feel that way, in truth. 

And when she feels him pressing a kiss into the top of her head, she sinks, further… Further… Until sleep takes hold and she relaxes, a sigh escaping her lips as she drifts off, finally free from the constraints of her mortal pain, if only for a few hours. Jon breathes in her sweet, familiar scent, thankful that he can bring her this peace, this comfort that she seems to be unable to find on her own. He had sworn to protect her and he hadn’t just meant protecting her in battle, but protecting her from even her own nightmares, should she ask it of him. 

Closing his own eyes, he holds her a little bit closer, and he too drifts off to sleep again. 

[alexlwrites]

I am a garbage raccon writer. Truly. I'll paint the picture, help you get to know Alex as I type this in my laptop that is holding on by a thread, or, as I say in portuguese, is already inside the beak of the vulture:

I sit crossed legged in the middle of my bed surrounded by at least five pillows that I stole from other rooms in the house because my back hurts. Still, I hunch over my delapitaded dell with twilight stickers as my $500 gaming chair that I bought to play stardew valley exclusively flips me. I speak in a language that is not my own with a name that is not my own and that I stole from a truly formative disney chanel show that I watched as a very easily manipulated pre-teen that thought that layering 32 shirts was the peak of fashion.

My brain is an echoing parakeet left in front of the tv that spews movie quotes and song lyrics and tiktok audios and pop culture references and a very potter musical trivia with no commas or semi colons and it all becomes a single cacophanous song and it is sang by lin manuel miranda. I type, as you can read, like John Mulaney just discovered Meg Cabot and decided that The Princess Diaries was the greates piece of literature ever - AND IT IS.

I have absolutely no sense of minimalism and I am Coco Chanel worst nightmare as i always add one more thing before I leave the house. I hate seafood. My biases' are always either the shortest, the beefiest or the dumbests. I don't understand the passage of time and sometimes i think that i updated my fics recently and it turns out it had been five months and my food is burning because I thought it was too early to take it out but it was not. I love getting messages but I am horrible at answering them because I have an issue with small tasks in which I cannot get them done. Ladybirds makes me cry but then again so does, like, Julie and the Phantom. I love taylor swift and I sometimes lay in bed and wonder if Yoongi would like me (would he though? would he really?). I treat every writable surface like it's my fucking diary and I get really sad that I cant pay for parents to stop working. Sometimes I think I am the funniest person alive and then I think that I don't get to decided that.

But then you guys say I'm funny too and then I gather all my garbage raccon treasures and I carry it with me as it culminates in my garbage raccon personality that i type it out hunched over my edward cullen decked dell and my back hurts a little less and the food i burned doesnt even taste that much like coal and I do think sometimes that Yoongi would like me even if I don't proofread anything or use comas.

[f1-disaster-bi]

15 Questions

Thank you for tagging me in this @f1-birb

1. Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is my Grandmother's name, but if fictional characters count then my first name is also after someone. It's a character from a book by a classical author my Mam loves

2. When was the last time you cried?

Um, Sunday night/Monday morning while reading a AFTG fic that made me very sad and then very mad.

3. Do you have kids?

Unless you count my cat, then no. I do not have kids, but maybe someday

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to play Gaelic football, football, tag rugby and I ran cross country but not for long or very seriously?

However I did swim competitively until my late teens. I was on my town's swim team and won a good few medals for induvial and relay races. I have some County and National medals for my Butterfly stroke but I quit when it stopped being fun, I had my LC coming up and I did damage to my shoulder

5. Do you use sarcasm?

The day I don't use sarcasm is the day I die

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmmm, their eyes and smile? Maybe their shoulders too

7. What is your eye colour?

I have very green eyes, like proper green eyes. The kind they stereotype us Irish with sometimes 😂

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I do love a happy ending but I love horror movies more. I live and breath them. I love all the different genre's of horror except maybe gore. I'm actually planning a Scream re-watch soon even if the third movie is crap

9. Any talents?

I can sing somewhat well? I play the piano and have since I was eight but I wouldn't say I'm talented at it. I'm better at teaching it because I am not a very technical player, I am more musically inclined which makes some pieces a dick to play.

Is being annoying a talent? I'm sure my friends would argue that as well as being clumsy as one of my talents

10. Where were you born?

In a county that I didn't and have never lived in in Ireland because our local hospital was shit the year I was born (newsflash: it's still shit)

11. What are your hobbies?

I read a lot and across a lot of genres. I love a good documentary. I love writing, even it doesn't love me. I love going for walks and going swimming. I see travelling as a hobby, but by that I mean even going to a town I haven't been too back home and just wandering (I'm broke and don't have much money for international travel beyond doing so for my research).

I enjoy cross-stitching!

I adore baking and am very sad that I don't have an oven in my little flat over here in Czechia.

12. Do you have any pets?

I do! Currently I have two cats that can be considered family pets although one is purely mine and I pay for him.

There's my sisters cat Echo who is pure black and looks like Toothless with her ears back, and there is my absolute disaster of a cat, Oliver, who is white and ginger and the dumbest creature to ever grace this Earth and purrs like a tractor

13. How tall are you?

On a good day? 5'4

14. Favorite subject at school?

English and History were always my favourite subjects. I could never choose between the two. I loved reading and literature and poetry and picking things apart until they made sense.

The same with History. I loved following sources to find the truth or the best interpretation of the truth through various documents and existing literature. I like giving a voice back to moments forgotten or that haven't gotten the attention they deserve which is why I decided to make a career out of it (if possible)

15. Dream job?

I would love to be an author, but I don't have that type of talent or perseverance.

I will happily settle and aim to be a proper Historian

Time to tag some more fun people to answer these! Off to the usual suspects @princelancey, @wolfsbanesbite, @faerieroyal

[fakesaintess]

His Body Is My Coffin

Summary: "Are you alright? That looked like a pretty bad fall." The voice says, now closer to Epel than ever. "Here, I'll help you up." Epel can hear the sound of someone kneeling. "Take my hand."

Epel looks up from the floor to take the hand offered. He refrains from shouting in shock when he sees the hand that has been extended towards him. It's entirely skeletal. "Ace! If this is yer idea of a joke you've gone too far!" Epel's voice echoes off the tattered walls.

Warnings: Brief Descriptions of Violence

Chapter 1

"You know," Ace slings an arm around Yuu's shoulder, "I'm really surprised you're fine living here."

"Why? It's shabby but it's not unlivable." Yuu says.

"Not because it's shabby. It is shabby, don't get me wrong, this place is a shack, but because of what happened here." Ace replies, scooting closer to Yuu.

"What do you mean?" Yuu asks. Crowley had offered this place as the only place for Yuu to stay so they never really dug into its history.

"You actually don't know?" Jack joins in the conversation. "You weren't ever told?"

Yuu shakes their head.

"I didn't hear nothin' either." Epel says.

"Jack, dim the lights, I'll tell them. I'm a great story teller." Ace turns his phone flashlight on as Jack dims the lights. Using the flashlight to illuminate his face Ace starts the story, "So, like forever ago this dorm was actually used. It was the place to be but getting in was real hard. They kept it for the star students. You know, top performers in class, star athletes, people like that would get the reward of not having to stay in their normal dorms and getting treated like the elite. There was this one guy, some track star of the pretty boy type. Super popular with other guys."

Ace looks at the people around him, adjusting his storytelling in order to keep everyone on the edge of their seats. "He'd get confessions often but always turned them down. So, one guy he turned down ended up getting super obsessed with him. No matter how many times he turned that guy down he'd always be there the next day, you know, a regular ole stalker type. One day that person didn't appear so everyone was like, 'Great! He finally gave up.' But the day after that the trackstar guy never came to breakfast. So his friends went to check on him."

Ace lowers his voice, adding flare to the finale. "He'd been murdered. The stalker had crept into his room while he was sleeping and stabbed him to death then offed themself curled up against his corpse. Had the idea in his head of, 'If I can't have him, no one can.' and that the two would be together in the afterlife if they died right next to him. The people who found the body described the scene as brutal, the trackstar had been stabbed so many times that his ribcage was so visible you could see to his muscles in his back. Despite trying to clean the room up the school couldn't manage to get the smell of death out so they just sealed it shut."

Ace lowers the light on his phone, making himself barely visible. "After the dorm was sealed people started saying they heard someone in his old room, scratching at the door and trying to open it. It all lead up to one night when some kid was walking around and they heard whispering so they pressed their ear against a wall to try and hear it better. A hand shot broke through the door and tried to drag the kid inside. Other students heard the kid screaming and managed to get him to safety. When he was pulled away through the hole in the wall people said they could see the animated corpse of the murdered student looking at them through it. Whole dorm was shut down, the door got covered up like it was never there, and everyone in it was returned to the dorms they shoulda have had to stay at. Sometimes when students come here in the middle of the night they say they can hear that guy beckoning them to come over to him."

"That's.." Yuu begins saying before Grim jumps in, "The dumbest thing I've ever heard. We woulda heard that guy by now if he was here. Sides, there's already a buncha ghosts here, people were probably just hearing them."

"Wouldn't the school have shut down if someone got killed here?" Epel asks. "Sounds like you're just pulling our legs here."

"Okay, well, first of all, you have too much faith in this place to think it'd shut down for a murder after all that's happened here. Second of all, I'm not making it up." Ace says.

"It's a good story though. You should submit it to a creative writing magazine." Yuu pats Ace's shoulder like how someone would praise a dog.

"Even you don't believe me, after all we've been through? We've put our lives on the line. Together." Ace whines to Yuu.

"Don't try and guilt Yuu into believing your story. What really happened was a kid got injured in a career ruining way so the place was condemned." Jack explains.

"That's just a cover up. Everyone knows that." Ace says back.

"There's urban rumors like that at every school. That doesn't mean they're true." Jack says. "It's getting late. Even if it's the weekend that doesn't mean we should stay up all night."

"Fine, mom. We'll head to bed." Ace snarks, sore over his story getting critiqued.

Even with Ace's snark, everyone does go to bed, crammed together in Yuu's bed.

It's the dead of night and Epel is unable to fall back asleep after waking from a dream. Holding back a sigh he decides he should get a drink of water. Maybe that'll help him fall back to sleep. He slips out of the bed and heads down the hall.

Creeping quietly through the hall Epel hears a hushed yet alluring voice. He heads towards it like it's a siren's song, ending up in one of of the many hallways that's out of use. As he gets closer he notices where the voice is coming from. Behind a wall. "Ace, yer not gonna scare me into believin your dumb story."

"Oh! Was I scaring you?" Epel hears a voice that's clearly not Ace. "The door's stuck so I was calling out for someone to help me with it. Guess I didn't think about how creepy that could come across."

Door? The voice is coming from behind a wall, isn't it?

Epel looks closer at the wall. He can vaguely see lines in the wallpaper where it must be covering the outline of the door.

"Hello? Are you still there?" The voice says to Epel.

"Sorry, I was just looking for how the door opens. It's hard to make out. Do ya know if it's an in or out going door?" Epel says, focusing back on the alluring voice and the person attached to it.

"It opens inwards. It should open if you give it a hard shove. I think it's stuck." The voice answers Epel.

It's better to try and help whatever unfortunate guy is in there than leaving them to rot. "Kay. Stand back, I'm going to try an' get you out." Epel hears footsteps moving away from the door. He moves back a couple steps to get a running start and then rams his shoulder into what he hopes is the center of the door which is surprisingly breakable. There's the sound of wall paper tearing as the door is pushed open. Epel falls to the remarkably dusty floor as the door swings into the room.

"Are you alright? That looked like a pretty bad fall." The voice says, now closer to Epel than ever. "Here, I'll help you up." Epel can hear the sound of someone kneeling. "Take my hand."

Epel looks up from the floor to take the hand offered. He refrains from shouting in shock when he sees the hand that has been extended towards him. It's entirely skeletal. "Ace! If this is yer idea of a joke you've gone too far!" Epel's voice echoes off the tattered walls.

"Who's Ace?" The voice gets closer as the person leans in towards Epel. "Are you alright?"

Epel forces himself into sitting position, shuffling backwards away from the person he had just freed. Epel can now see them in full view. A boy about Epel's age with black hair and eyes glistening like jewels, looking at him with concern. Epel tries to answer but only manages a noise.

"Was the fall that hard?" The boy says.

Of course, it wasn't the fall that has Epel alarmed. It's the fact the boy is clearly dead. Not only is his hand skeletal but his entire forearm is. Worse than a skeletal arm is the boy's torso as the flesh covering the area around his heart had been stripped away, leaving the battered heart inside visible between the gaps of his ribs. His skin is a pale blue with dark circles under his eyes. Epel is sure this boy is the corpse from the story Ace had told.

Epel takes a shallow breath, trying not to panic at the sight. He's going to be brave, he's going to be tough as hell. He's going to be a real man's man.

In his silence the boy has grabbed onto him, trying to hoist Epel to his feet. The feeling of his hand grasping Epel sends shivers down his spine and he tenses up.

Once again the boy asks, "Are you alright?"

"What are you?" Epel manages to say. He's both afraid and a bit peeved Ace was telling the truth.

"I'm Deuce Spade, a student here." He responds.

"No, you're not." Epel thinks.

"What were you doing here?" Epel asks. If there's an explanation to what's happening he'd like to know. He'd like to know now.

"This is my room. Guess I got locked in as a practical joke. Same reason my stuff is gone. No one came to get me out so I figured I should try getting someone's attention. Hasn't been working too well." Deuce explains the scenario that makes most sense to him, although it is entirely incorrect. "You're the first person to stop. So thanks for that." Deuce smiles wide.

"You don't need to thank me." Epel says, nudging Deuce's hand to get it off of him.

"I thought I'd be stuck here forever! Can I have your name?" Deuce asks. It's natural to want to know the name of your savior.

Epel has heard before that you're never supposed to give fae your name, but does this boy really count as fae? Is he some sort of monster? What were the rules surrounding re-animated humans?

"Epel. I'm Epel Felmier." Epel takes the risk of answering. Pleasing Deuce may help his survival chance if this boy is anything like zombies in movies.

"Epel…Epel." Deuce says like he's tasting the name on his tongue. "Are you new here? I haven't seen your face before."

"Sort of." That's not a complete lie. Epel has been here before. Just not when Deuce was alive.

"Would you like a tour? I can show you around." Deuce takes Epel's hands in his.

Epel's sure that Deuce leaving this room would be an awful idea. There's been strange happenings at NRC before but none as strange as finding someone who was murdered walking around campus. Deuce will probably end up leaving the room whether or not Epel agrees though and Epel can't seal the door shut on him. This leaves Epel with slim options on what to do.

"It's night right now so I really shouldn't go out." Epel tells Deuce. This excuse may bring him enough time to seal the door in the morning.

"Oh! That is too late to go out. I usually have track practice before school." Deuce looks around at the barren room. "Guess I'll be sleeping on the floor."

Epel figured there'd be no bed as that's where Deuce was killed, but he still would've liked if there was one since Deuce would probably stay asleep longer if he is comfortable.

"I'll see you in the morning." Epel begins backing towards the door.

"I'll see you in the lounge!" Deuce says before Epel is out of the room and closes the door.

He hurries back to where everyone is sleeping and climbs in bed. Safety in numbers is what they all say. Epel doesn't expect to get any sleep after what he just witnessed but eventually his tiredness takes over, letting him fall into a deep sleep.

Yuu shakes him awake in the morning. "We're going to have breakfast. Grim wants to get there before they run out of good stuff."

Epel yawns and rubs at his eyes. He vaguely remembers seeing something strange. Maybe it was only a dream. He'd like if it was just a strange dream.

"C'mon and get up. Ya snooze ya lose." Grim says before running out of the dorm in a hurry.

Epel gets up and starts stretching only to be startled by a loud scream.

"Grim!" Yuu says, running out of the room and towards the lounge.

"Did he get scared by the ghosts again? Aren't they on good terms with you two now?" Ace follows Yuu's tracks albeit slower, Epel and Jack then following him like a row of ducks.

They catch up to where Yuu is standing, frozen in fear.

"Did someone break in?" Jack asks, putting a hand on Yuu's shoulder in case he needs to get them out of danger.

"No! Can't ya see whatever that is?" Grim attempts to point his paw at something sitting on the couch.

Turning to where Grim is pointing, Epel remembers the startling experience of last night. It wasn't a dream like Epel had hoped. Deuce Spade is apparently an earlier riser as he's there on the couch likely waiting for Epel to give that tour. Just like they're all looking at him he's looking back at them.

"Good morning!" He says, rising from the couch and heading towards the group who shuffle backwards with each step Deuce takes.

"It talks?" Ace says in a low whisper.

Even though Ace spoke quietly Deuce must've heard him. "Why wouldn't I? Did we start some sort of quiet hour?" He extends his hand out in invitation, still as unnerving as last night. "Epel, would you like to go on that tour now? Your friends can come too."

"It knows you." Ace whispers even quieter this time.

Epel nods. He isn't quite sure how to explain everything or what details he should or shouldn't include. He can really only come up with an explanation of, "Found it like a dog finds a bone," which he can't use.

Yuu strolls past the group and heads to Deuce as Ace repeatedly whispers, "Don't, don't do it." Going against Ace's will, Yuu walks right up to Deuce and puts their hand out as if they're going to take Deuce's hand. Instead they reach past his hand placing their own on his exposed ribs.

"Is this some sort of costume?" They ask, running their hands against his ribs.

"No, why do you ask? Is it halloween already?" Deuce answers their question with more questions.

Huddled back where they were earlier the rest of them are unsure what to do upon seeing the undead in a form other than a ghost.

"Are those his ribs?" Ace mutters then nearly gasping, "Is that the kid who died here?"

"What do you mean by that, you said he was here!" Epel says.

"I made the part about him haunting this place up. It was just for the story. I lied." Ace continues to whisper but at a much quicker pace. "If he was here all time wouldn't've the ghosts have told us?"

That is true. Why wouldn't they inform Yuu if there was another person here? Was the locked room too secret? Epel doubts it could be that.

"Finding out where who he is isn't the leading issue right now." Jack gestures to Yuu leading Deuce outside.

"Henchman! Wait up!" Grim skitters towards Yuu as fast he can manage. Taking a clue from him the rest of them run after them.

Luckily when they rush outside Yuu hasn't gone far, only standing on the front lawn. They hadn't brought Deuce out into the world.

"Wow. This place looks way worse on the outside. What happened here? This used to be the best dorm on campus." Deuce is staring at the outside Ramshackle with a troubled look on his face. He is kind enough to not directly insult Yuu's living place.

Ace runs down the stairs and towards Yuu, grabbing them and pulling them a few inches away from Deuce. "What do you mean what happened? Look at yourself."

Deuce obliges. "My uniform is pretty dirty. I should ask housewarden for a new one. Let's go to them first." Upon closer inspection, Deuce is wearing a Heartslabyul uniform, although an outdated one.

"Are you some sort of moron? I'm talking about how you look like some sort of movie monster." Ace doesn't know how this guy couldn't realize what had happened to him. It should be pretty obvious when your ribs could be used a xylophone.

"My uniform's not that dirty. Just in slightly rough shape. And I said I'd get a new one." Deuce defends what he's wearing. Sure, it's not in the best condition being ripped and torn in the parts where stripped bones show, but it's still wearable. It's at least better than not wearing any clothes.

"It'll take more than a uniform change before we'll let ya out of this place." Grim stands by Yuu's feet, bristling his fur in an attempt to scare Deuce off.

"Nice cat. I didn't know the dorm allowed pets or I would've brought my own. Maybe I can get my mom to bring my cat. I should call her up. Is there a payphone around here?" Deuce asks, showing how dated he is.

"It's like you're from dinosaur times. You can't be anyone but that track kid." Ace comments. "Of all the lies to come true it had to this one."

Jack appears behind him, leaning in so he can observe Deuce's scent is better. "He smells human."

"I am in track and I am human. Tell 'em I'm human, Epel." Deuce says to the only person who isn't near him.

"How do you know Epel?" Jack asks.

"Epel got me out of the room I was stuck in." Deuce smiles, acting like he's delivering good news.

"Dude." Ace says, looking right at Epel.

"I didn't know he was inside! I just heard a voice asking to be let out!" Epel replies to Ace.

"You didn't wonder how someone got stuck in Ramshackle without any of us noticing?" Ace quirks an eyebrow.

"His voice sounded real nice." Epel tries to defend himself, although aware it won't work.

"Thank you." Deuce says, "Usually people compliment my physique."

Deuce does look like he'd be beautiful if not for the horror factor he has going on. Fallen beauties aren't too uncommon in the undead genre, but that label didn't fit him exactly. A better fitting title is oblivious fool considering how he's reacting to things.

"Listen. We can't keep you here. Find somewhere else to hide." Ace believes Yuu already has enough troubles and he's not ready to let Yuu have to defend why they're keeping whatever Deuce is in their dorm.

Deuce looks at Ace as if he'd just been told to leave school before relaxing. "Guess I'll go back to Heartslabyul." He says with a shrug, viewing himself as still too important to be sent away from school.

Ace has made the situation worse and most importantly, worse for himself. Exposing him to more people would only cause a commotion which he'd be one of the people called to fix like he usually is.

"Actually, before I go. What time is it? Should we be at class?" Deuce asks. "I need to boost my grades or I'll get in trouble."

"I think you've got bigger problems than that." Epel speaks up, having finally joined the rest of the group.

"Like what?" Deuce asks him.

"I don't think you can go to class but we can take you to the headmaster." Yuu says.

"What are you trying to do?" Ace whispers in Yuu's ear.

"I think the headmaster will be able to handle the situation better than we can." Yuu knows that probably isn't true but maybe Crowley would at least know of somewhere to send him. "Before we go, what's your name?" Yuu is attempting to familiarize themself with Deuce.

"Deuce Spade, nice to meet you, um." Deuce offers his hand for a handshake expecting Yuu to both take his hand and tell him their name.

"Yuu. Those two are Ace and Jack and the little guy is Grim. And you already know Epel." Yuu does take Deuce's hand as carefully as they can. He squeezes their hand in greeting, bone chilling in multiple ways.

"I ain't little!" Grim says.

"Him knowing my name better not put me under some fairy curse." Ace has the same concern Epel had last night.

Deuce must think that's a joke as he laughs in response. "We should get there before class or we'll be late." He looks over at Epel. "We'll reschedule that tour for later, okay?"

Deuce is set on giving that tour. Epel feels a bit bad. Deuce is trying to be friendly but that's not really something he can do if he shouldn't be out in public, let alone alive.

"That's fine." Epel agrees. He's sure Crowley will get rid of Deuce so Epel should at least leave him with some good memories.

Deuce starts to walk towards the school building, leading the way for the rest of the group to follow. Ace stands close to Yuu as they walk so he can whisper his question. "How do you expect our corpse bride to get into the building unnoticed?"

"I don't think he's a corpse bride. He hasn't asked anyone to marry him and we didn't bring him to life with a ring." Yuu answers the second question before the first. "Not many people in this school would show up early, even if they had something to do."

Ace can't argue with that point. But he'd really like to. "If someone spots him we're ditching him. We're ditching him and running."

While those two talk Jack goes to quiz Deuce on some things. "So, you're on the track team?" He phrases that like a question.

"Sure am. I'm the best one on the team." Deuce answers proudly.

"Do you think you can still run?" Jack can already outrun everyone else on the team. He needs a new challenge in order to better his skills. Deuce may be that challenge. If he can even run the way he is now.

"Course. I was going to go train this morning but that fell through for reasons you can see. If you want we can run together after school." Deuce says.

If Deuce is still around after school this would be a good opportunity. He doesn't believe Crowley will do anything about this situation except for pushing the responsibility onto someone else. "That's not a bad idea." He says. He's seen a lot of worse ideas than running with a somewhat dead kid. By comparison this isn't a terrible idea.

"Nice, I'm looking forward to it." Deuce replies as he enters the school.

He pauses a few feet inside and looks around. "Did this place get refurnished recently?" He asks.

"No, not recently. Like forever ago." Ace says to him.

"Really? I don't remember it looking like this." Deuce continues looking around. "Is the headmaster's office in the same place?"

"None of us would know what it looked like in your time. Now, c'mon, we gotta move." Ace walks past Deuce.

"Has this place really not been refurnished?" Deuce asks Yuu specifically this time.

"I'm not from the area so I wouldn't know. Sorry." Yuu doesn't think Deuce is ready for the another world conversation yet if he still won't acknowledge he's been dead for a while.

"Oh? I can take you to some hotspots if you'd like." Deuce offers. He's been offering a lot of things in the short time he's been around.

Yuu nods. "Places he used to go to are probably long gone." Yuu thinks, thankfully unaware of the actual life Deuce used to live.

Yuu knocks at the office door once and then opens it before being told they're allowed in. Crowley looks at Yuu with mock surprise. "What brings you to my office so early?" He may have asked that question but he really isn't too concerned.

"Are ya blind? Have you seen that guy behind us?" Grim says.

Crowley hadn't been looking too hard at the group. At Grim's prompting he looks past Yuu at the rest of the group, locking eyes with Deuce who waves.

"Heya Headmaster." He says.

"Oh my." Crowley gets up from his desk and heads over to Deuce, walking around him to observe him. "Marvelous! What a unique specimen. Did you all make him?"

"My mom made me." Deuce corrects him.

"Yeah, we whipped up a zombie in our weekly arts and crafts session. You would not believe how much glitter glue it took." Ace says sarcastically.

"Epel found him in a room in Ramshackle." Jack tells the truth on the situation.

Epel opens his mouth to to explain himself but, unfortunately, Deuce gives his opinion first. "Isn't that great? He deserves some sort of reward for helping me." People at this school really have an interrupting problem.

"Hm. I don't think we can budget in rewards for scientific discoveries." Crowley says, taking Deuce's arm and examining it. "Say, how would you feel about becoming a student here?"

"Just allowing anyone in here now." Ace mumbles before making eye contact with Yuu. "You're fine though." He adds.

"I am a student here. First year, Deuce Spade." Deuce side eyes Ace, taking offense to Ace implying he shouldn't be here. Which he shouldn't be in everyone else's eyes.

"I'm afraid you haven't been on the student register for quite a while." Crowley informs Deuce. "But I can get your name back before the end of the day. Say, Yuu, there's an extra seat in your class. Why don't you watch over him?"

"Dumping your responsibility on us again." Grim grumbles.

"What dorm would he stay in? He has magic, right? So you can't just dump him in Ramshackle with those two." Ace isn't planning to rope a corpse into their friend group. At least, not yet. He could come in handy at some point. For now, Ace will attempt to deflect the possibility of Deuce staying away.

"He's donning a Heartslabyul uniform. We'll put him back there." Crowley replies.

Things have escalated far more than Epel could've imagined when he heard that oh so sweet voice last night. Granted, it's escalated in the least deadly way unleashing a zombie could escalate, but it's not something Epel ever thought would happen. He stays silent during the current discussion, getting further into this would only get him in trouble at his dorm. Especially if Deuce follows him home.

"Shouldn't you run that by the dorm leaders?" Ace asks, thinking on his feet in an attempt to stop the chance that Deuce will be assigned to his dorm. It'd be real trouble if he is.

"I suppose." Crowley says, looking like he's thinking. He barely is. "We'll call them for a meeting."

"Should we stay here to give our accounts on him?" Jack is both making a good point while monitoring the rest of the group. If he allows them all to run off the current issue will only end up spiraling out of control.

"C'mon! They can handle it theirselves!" Grim says, waggling his paws.

"Jack has made a wonderful point. Informing dorm leaders of this incredible work of magic before it debuts could help them figure out how to assimilate it to our school." Crowley says which loosely translates to, "I can dump the work this would take onto someone else."

"All of us gotta stay?" Grim asks. He'd also like someone else to do this work in his place.

"Of course! Won't it delight you to play such an important rule in this?" Crowley continues to push problems away.

"No. Not at all, actually." Ace says. He wishes that the story he made up was actually fake, instead of dragging him on a some sort of mediocre horror game plot.

Regardless of the protest, every first year is stuck waiting around for the dorm leaders to arrive.

As if he's unaware of the troubles he's caused Deuce begins chatting to Yuu without apologizing for the predicament they'd all been roped in because of him.

"I gotta ask, why was it said Ramshackle is for people with no magic? It's a dorm for the special students last I checked." Deuce questions Yuu.

They had originally planned not tell Deuce about their current scenario, but it looks like they have no way to avoid it now. They decide to water down the story to something understandable. "It was changed to be a dorm for me and Grim. We count as one student." Yuu answers.

"I've got the coolest powers in the world! And Yuu over there is my henchman. They have no magic so I gotta make up for them." Grim gloats.

Deuce nods his head, acting like he understood the replies he had received. "Your cat's kinda fucked up." He says, completely changing the topic. He didn't get what was said.

"I ain't no cat! I'm a mage!" Grim snaps at Deuce.

"You should get a different one." Deuce is stuck on his current mindset.

"Grim and I are good friends." Yuu says.

Deuce nods again. Maybe this time he knows what's going on. "So what's this about no magic?"

It's unfortunate that Deuce has pulled the topic back to Yuu's lack of magic. They were hoping the topic had been dropped and everyone moved on. "I don't have any magic. I was enrolled for something else…"

"That sounds pretty cool." Deuce seems genuine when complimenting Yuu. He does seem to be the type who wears his heart on his sleeve Yuu believes, pinning Deuce pretty wrong.

Lost on how to carry on the conversation, Yuu looks around in the hopes someone will step in. No one does.

Epel does consider doing so. Deuce has taken to him so he'd probably respond well, even if it's only because Epel let him out. He ends up not doing so. He watches a silence form between Yuu and Deuce, both staring at the other.

"So. What club are you in?" Deuce tries bringing up a new conversation starter.

"I'm not really in one." Yuu does regret not being in one as the topic leads to silence again.

"You, uh, got any hobbies?" Deuce tries another topic.

Yuu shakes their head. This is another dead end topic.

Deuce stares blankly at Yuu for a minute before turning to Epel. "Do you have any hobbies?"

Epel regrets not jumping in for Yuu earlier as now no one will jump in for him. It won't be surprising that if he lists things he does for Deuce to say it doesn't fit his image since most people do. In the short time he's stalled it gave enough time for other people to arrive.

"Mon Dieu! What a specimen!" The vice housewarden of Epel's dorm announces his presence with.

[thecameronchronicles]

Enemy

TW: Smut. Language. Semi-public sex. Degrading Language. Spanking. Choking. Blackmail

SUMMARY: Your enemies with benefits arrangement reaches a fever pitch the night of Kook’s party…

WORD COUNT: 2000

*Requested* 

Anonymous asked:

can you do smth where you're the biggest enemies with rafe but your chemistry is so good and intense that y'all can't help but be friends w benefits and every one of your fights ends with rough sex 😩😩yk spanking, slapping, choking, all of that 😳 so you're just fighting and arguing as usual one day and then he fucks the shit out of you lol, also pls add lots of dirty talk and degradation oops

Enemy 

You didn't need another reason to hate him as he had given you plenty. You two couldn't be anymore different in every context, at least all but one...that lack of passion with anyone else. That rush of adrenaline and need taken and delivered to a partner who understood your kinks without judgement. And it was made worse by your tension, more specifically that red hot chemistry that left those around you in preparation to infiltrate before bloodshed. But it never got to that point, at least before the eyes of your individual friends. But it would be the reason for being kicked out of events with your lack of civility and shared hot-headedness. Only, unbeknownst to those same friends, that you two would fuck in the backseat of his truck or even the back of that same building as a means for an outlet. 

And tonight would prove to be no different.... 

"Well if it isn't the littlest pogue..." Rafe teased, coming up to you as you glared at him as he was joined by Topper and Kelce. Meanwhile, Kie and Sarah let out a united sigh of annoyance as they knew what was about to come. The banter that quickly turned to genuine insults, and the final blows before someone on either side of your friend group would split you two apart. 

"And if it isn't the dumbest kook-" The boys all looked at each other. 

"I'll let you all decide on that one...either way-" 

"And what makes you so smart, huh? Because looks to me you're too fucking dumb to know you aren't wanted here...or anywhere…" 

"Oh really?" You cocked your brow. Another detail of your interactions were that nobody, absolutely nobody, knew how you truly released your frustrations against one another. It is what also made it that much more exciting for you two. It let your arguments act as foreplay. Those narrowed eyes and raised pulses as the touches you couldn't offer in public. And you both relished in that. This dirty little secret only you two shared. 

"Anybody want to do body shots?!" You invited, a string of men and women already creating a line as Sarah tried to warn you against this as Kiara shook it off and helped you get set up. 

"Looks to me like there are a LOT of people who want me, Rafe. And any one of them can have me." You moved even closer. "Everyone BUT you..." an echo of a kiss left his eyes to narrow as you were well aware how his eyes were on your sss as you turned from him. 

Sometime later after your body was sticky with alcohol, he found you moving towards the bathroom. 

"Someone finally convinced you to shower? Do they not have any soap on The Cut-" Your eyes fell to the lack of witnesses on you now, only an empty corridor that let you express your need to corrupt yourself in this dead-end interaction yet again. 

"Actually...I had so many men's tongues up and down my body...made me so wet Rafe...I've gotta take care of myself..." You were able to slam the door in his face, locking it tight, before rolling your eyes at how easily he was effected by your words. While cleaning off your skin with a cloth, he made a fist against the door, barreling against it with that grasp, as he threatened you in repetition.  

"Open the fucking door! I'll break the thing down if I have to! You think I'm fucking joking?! Don't try me!" 

"Oh? And what are you gonna do, Rafe?" You teased before cleaning yourself up. But his battering continued, worsening against the door as the entire bathroom shook. 

"Jesus Christ, Rafe, you're gonna tear the house-" You opened the door, slamming at his back as he rushed you towards the sink, bending you over it as you faced your mutual reflection. 

"You wanna let other guys touch you like that and think i won't expect it? Such a dumb fucking slut. Needs my cock to straighten you out. Ain't that right?" You moaned to his words, your pussy throbbed at such degradation. 

"Get off of me!" You fought, not wanting to have a recent bout in the bathroom of this house. 

"Where's don't get to decode where where get fucked. They just GET fucked. So unless you want-" You tried to free yourself from him, but he would only lift your dress to your navel, you lack of panties making him scoff. 

"You too dumb to remember to wear anything or just THAT fucking desperate." You groaned as he teased the lips, taking him in like quicksand as you moved your body to try and garner some form of friction for relief. 

"My God, you’re pathetic. Lucky for you…I’m in a good mood watching all those other assholes take shots off of you…knowing none of them get to fuck you like me…” But to this inflation of his esteem, you met his eyes in the mirror before you both. 

“Who says?” 

He scoffed. 

“Me.” He was undressed and inside of you in seconds, his face contorting to those looks of pleasure that made your fantasies alight against your hatred for him. Every blaring red flag and reminder that this would only be painful for you both as one was more possessive and intense than the other, nothing else seemed to matter but the release you could grant each other in this moment. But for Rafe, it would be more than a moment as he wanted to prolong it, wanting to make you understand just how beneath him you were. 

“On your fucking knees.” He ordered as you prepared your mouth for him, licking your lips for what you’d assumed to be a rough assault on your throat as payment for his aggressiveness made against you. But instead, he would sit on the edge of the tub, cock in hand. 

“Crawl…”

“Rafe..” You cocked your head as he suddenly rushed you, hair lifting your face up following the smack he set against your cheek,knowing just how hard to make contact, as you looked at him with eyes glazed over in lust. 

“Crawl, bitch.” He demanded again, returning to the rim of the tub. 

“Eyes to me. But don’t fucking touch me…” You obliged, moving slowly to allow the way your breasts fell towards gravity having taken the majority of his attention. 

“Take it off. I hate that fucking dress, you look like a whore…” When sitting before him, your ass at rest to your heels, you would sit naked for him, his hand almost sweet against your cheek as a knock suddenly came to the door. 

“Fuck off!” He charged as you chuckled beneath him. 

“You think this is funny?”

“I think it’s funny how desperate you are to fuck me…What WOULD your friends think, Rafe? A dirty little pogue getting railed by you? How I can make you whimper for me…How you’ve come on every inch of me-” His eyes closed at the remembrance of your prior interactions, ones that still left marks on your skin from a lack of a safe word. 

“Or maybe they’re just as willing…Maybe Topper-”

“He wouldn’t touch you…you’re too dirty…”

“And Kelce? I always see him staring at my ass…Maybe JJ would be-”

“Nobody touches you but me.”

“You don't own me, Rafe. I fuck you because you’re good at it, the only thing you’re good at, not because I love you…I wouldn’t love someone who treats me like you do…”

“I don’t need you to love me. But I have no interest in fucking someone who’s filled with someone else. So if you wanna come…you’re gonna pledge yourself to me.”

“Rafe-” His hand wrapped around your throat. 

“It wasn’t a question or an option…So help me God, if you do anything but agree, I’ll carve my name in that pretty little ass so anyone even tries to take you like I know you like, and they’ll know they’re fucking with me.” You swallowed hard, a mindless action made difficult by the grip tightening around your throat. 

“Not to mention what I’ll do to YOU if you let them…So I’m gonna mark you all up…make you breathless and dripping…crying and begging…every fucking chance I get. I don’t care who finds out…you’re mine-” Before you could object, his lips crashed to yours. His tongue was in a frenzy to yours, making you breathless in every possible way, before you were taken over the edge of the tub. 

“I know you’ll say anything for my cock, so I’m gonna make you prove it so I know you aren’t lying to me-” A hand came to your bare ass, forcing you against the cold tub. But when he was only silent, that sting acting as the last form of contact, you would be forced to face him, watching him point his phone’s camera to you. 

“Proof.”

“Blackmail-”

“A sex tape for later…” He corrected, “Either way, leverage…” You groaned in front of him as he recorded the way his cock disappeared into yoru sex. 

“For someone who hates me, your pussy loves my cock-” He slapped your ass, your body sent forward once more as he brought the camera to your face. 

“Ever wanted to go viral? You try me and you will be, I fucking gurantee you will-” 

“Jesus Christ!”

“Hypocrite don't’ you think? Calling out to a God no matter how much of a fucking whore you are? Bet you don't pray for him unless it’s my cock pounding you, isn’t that right?”

“Please!” You pleaded once his hand came to your clit. 

“Not until you say it. Say you’re mine and you get to come…”

But you clenched your teeth. Saying you were his meant more than dry words spoken in the moment. It meant possession and possessiveness; a portion of it thrilling you, but a larger having reminded you that all this would all just be chaos. But your body’s current state and that consistent edging left you desperate. 

“I’m yours!”

“Again-look at me, at the camera! Tell me it again, bitch.” 

“I’M YOURS, RAFE!” You belted as he nodded, thrusting into you and making himself come first before allowing you that promised release. Your thighs drenched with a mix of cum as he would take the camera down the cascade. 

“She fucking squirted for me…Even further proof-” 

“I hate you, Rafe…” You spoke through your breathless breathing as he scoffed. 

“But you’ll keep letting me fuck you because you need it. Because no pogue or kook-no tourist-nobody else will get the chance to prove me wrong. And if you’re stupid enough to test me, I’ll make you so fucking sorry…”

“I already am sorry I met you…”

“And yet, you’ll STILL come back to me.” He took hold of your jaw, pulling his phone to view, “Maybe next time I’ll let you record me…We can watch it…make you touch yourself?” You clenched your jaw, your hand swiping across his cheek as he scoffed. 

“Next time. You’re gonna pay for that…” He would release you following an aggressive kiss as you were left in the debris he left behind. Even if you were rushed with temporary guilt to what you’d allow him to do to you, the moments with him were incomparable. The rush of what i meant to fuck Rafe Cameron was enough to silence those degrading words and abuse he’d allowed. And you knew, just as he did, that you WOULD be back, or he would simply take you anyway…

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Deer in headlights | Part 1: meeting Sano Manjiro

Pairing: Bonten x Fem Reader

Tokyo Revengers Bonten Alt Univers | canon divergent

Warnings: mentions of blood, decisions you shouldn't make IRL, this is fiction. CLICK ON MY RULES BEFORE ASKING ANYTHING!

You should have known better. That is what you keep telling yourself as you walk across the busy streets of Tokyo's nightlife. Drunk people are stumbling here and there; some are trying to get home while others are looking for another place to keep their night going.

As always, you couldn't say no to someone in need, and your boss had his daughter's birthday today, so you offered to stay and close the restaurant after everyone was gone. You had to check inventory, earnings of the day, wait for some delivery, and then restock. When you finished everything, it was past midnight. No subway lines, so that meant you had to take a taxi.

So that is where you are now, phone dead and unable to call a cab, in the streets of a buzzing Tokyo night.

Not even one taxi had the available sign turned on. You were beginning to worry. But all your worries were thrown out of the window when you saw a white-haired man bleeding and about to get hit by a vehicle. Your body moved on its own. You tackled the man before the car could hit him. He must have been in pretty bad shape because as soon you both hit the ground, he passed out.

Fantastic, you thought. Giving him a better inspection, you saw a tattoo on the back of his neck and noticed that from some part of his middle section, the blood kept flowing, and that couldn't be a good sign either. You didn't even know where the wound was! A panicking side of you was about to take over.

“No, no, no, no. Breathe! He needs help,” you said to none in particular but yourself.

Your rational side was telling you to dump him there or leave him at a hospital, but sometimes you took the dumbest choices. In your defense, the wound and the tattoo screamed gang, yakuza, a crime syndicate! And you didn't want anyone hunting you for selling one of those guys to the authorities, or that is what you told yourself.

You don't know why exactly, but there was some kind of pull that convinced you to help him.

God knows where you had the strength to lift him, and it looks like luck was on your side since not a second later, you hailed a taxi and gave the driver your address.

Not so far from where you found the white-haired man, an emergency meeting by Bonten, Tokyo's worst crime organization higher-ups, began.

“Any news? Where is Mikey?!!!” screamed a very pissed-off Sanzu. After kicking a table at the hotel’s top floor.

“No sir” came from the two lackeys that just entered the place. Two shots fired, and the thud of the bodies falling to the floor echoed in the room. Sanzu’s gun now was missing two bullets.

“You know, killing our men won't bring our boss back any faster” the word came from Takeomi as he took another cigarette between his lips.

“I can't believe you lost the boss, Sanzu!” mocked the younger Haitani; not soon after, the older brother followed with a laugh.

“Shut up, both of you.” Kakucho was not in the mood for their teasing behavior, and he didn't want to deal with fights right now.

“I’m sure Mikey is fine. We’ll see him walk through the door any minute,” confidently commented Kokonoi.

Well, that was three days ago. Things weren't looking good for Bonten’s tops members since their boss was nowhere to be found, and as for you... Let’s say you were kind of living with a corps, or so you thought.

He wasn't exactly a dead person. You always checked his breathing, and he was in a deep sleep on your bed for the last three days or so. You’ve gone to your classes, work, grocery shopping, and even went out of your way to buy some clothes for your guest(?), but he hasn't woken up. You’ve been in this kind of sleep coma after finals and days without sleep, so you told yourself to give it time.

“Honestly, what am I thinking? What am I doing?!” you mumbled to yourself as you sat on your couch.

“I would like to know that,” said a rough voice behind you, and a cold object pressed to your neck. You froze; nothing passed through your mind. Breathing? Blinking? What is that? “Listen carefully because I won't repeat myself. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” your response was barely audible; if he weren't so close to your head, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

“Where am I? Who do you work for?” He didn't sound angry or lost, and that is what scared you. He was calm... Relaxed.

“A-at my apartment a-and I-you we-were” you took a breath; that is not how you sounded at all, and it pissed you off. Why were you so nervous.

“You what?” he still didn't sound hangry more as surprised.

“I work for Mr. Fukada at his restaurant,” you finished and the you tensed. Oh god, no! You gave Mr. Fukada’s name to a stranger, you thought.

He hummed as a response, and although the knife wasn't pressed at your neck anymore, he still had it resting on your chest.

“Do you know who I am?”

“How am I supposed to know? You are behind me” there was a thought that came to your mind “Wait! I don't know who or what you want, but please don't hurt the guy on my bed, please. He's hurt and probably needs help! Just, please, don't- don't hurt him.” the mare thought of him in pain made you feel pressure on your chest.

“What?” He couldn't believe his ears.

“Look, I don't have money here, and I have little to nothing of value, and I-”

He began to laugh. Why was he laughing... Your first thought was that you had a maniac on your back. Fantastic.

You felt movement and a body plopped next to you on your small couch. You knew better (not really), and you kept your gaze on the ground. The less you knew, the better it was for you. No face, no crime.

But sadly for you, this person didn't share your thoughts. He held your chin and made you look at his eyes, those eyes that seemed almost... dead. Oh!?! He’s the white-haired dude! You thought. For some reason, you were happy to see him awake. He, on the other hand, saw the look on your eyes change from scared to delight. There was a sparkle in them... What is that sparkle?

“How did I get here?” He inquired with a more casual tone.

“You were bleeding in the street and a car was about to run you over so I kind of pushed you...-” you apologetically replied. “Hmm yeah, I didn't mean to tackle you, but it was me or the car,” you added, feeling the object, which was probably one of your kitchen knives, move from your body to the coffee table.

“How long was I out?” He still didn't change his expression, but he spoke a little less hostile than before, according to you.

“About... Two... Hmmm, three days counting today” his eyes, for the first time, assumed a worried look.

“I’m using your phone. Don't move,” he ordered.

You could hear some parts of his conversation, such as I'm alright, then kind of reassuring the other person on the phone and telling them he’ll be back soon. After some more chatting, he came back to the couch.

“So Y/N hmm? College student, a part-time job and single,” he emphasized that last word as he stared at the roof, “I guess you don't know who I am and what you got yourself into”

“What do you mean?” Now you are lost and kind of mad since he knew things about yourself.

Evading your question, he continued. “You did a decent job with the wound, so I'm grateful for that” he still didn't move his gaze from the roof.

“Really? I followed a youtube tutorial,” you proudly commented. Forgetting what you had asked before those statements.

That earned you another laugh from the man beside you. But it wasn't a mocking one; it was more of a real and pleased/surprised one.

“Why?”

“Why what? The tutorial?” you fastly replayed.

“No, why did you help me?” He looked straight at you, and if it weren't for you nervously pulling at the hem of your shirt, you would have believed you were naked in his eyes.

“I don't understand your question” you honestly responded and he believed you. Something in his gut told him so, and your eyes were the complete opposite of his. “I don't need a reason for helping someone keep breathing! Or in your case, not getting run over...”

“I’m sorry” he replied with a huff of air after he said that.

“What? Why? No! I'm fine, and so are you, right?” You smiled at the stranger that you kept in your house for three days.

“That’s not what I meant” he moved so close to your face that your breathing stopped out of surprise. “I am truly sorry. I like that look in your eyes, and” a hand moved to your cheek and made you held his heavy gaze, “and I intend to keep you and your shining doe eyes for myself.”

“You really must have slammed your head against the concrete, hard,” you honestly said, and again, he laughed.

“Whatever you say, doe.” he went back to his previous position on the couch, although his body appeared a hundred times more comfortable. “But you really don’t know who I am,” he stated.

“Should I?” you were afraid you could come off as rude.

“Look up Bonten on your phone” again; he used that commanding tone. And, of course, you followed him without a second thought.

On your phone’s screen, there are hundreds of news articles about a criminal organization, and one had pictures of them leaving a club. There you saw it, the back of his head and the tattoo. It’s him.

“Oh, so you are part of this Bonten group,” you casually commented after leaving your phone on the table. “That explains the situation when I met you,” there was it again, that calm demeanor when someone else would have been freaking out! Calling the police or, worst!

Mikey was expecting rejection or even terror but what happened next left him speechless.

Suddenly you gasped. “I’m so sorry! You could have been killed if I was followed or worst!” there was that panic he kind of expected, but for a completely different reason.

“The hell you talking about?” the white-haired man had never met someone so... someone so selfless? Were you dumb?

“Your part of the top branch or something, right? You were in danger here!”

“Not precisely, But why are you worried about me? Hmmm, I bet earlier you were panicking not because I had you at knifepoint but because you gave me your boss’ last name. Am I right?”

“yes?” How did he know?

“Thinking about it, I don’t like being in debt with someone, so in exchange for your strange kindness, I’m staying a couple of more days with you.”

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t know if my house is enough and-”

“You are a danger to yourself, doe. You worry about the wrong things.” He said with a laugh. I haven’t had this much fun in ages. He thought

Mikey even found strange how fast you trusted a complete stranger that had your neck almost sliced and who has connections to the crime world of Japan. You were a danger left alone.

“Call me Manjiro,” he spoke once more.

“I’m y/n,” you responded with a smile.

“I know,” he half-smiled

“How rude” you huffed

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An Ostrobogulous Side Project: Defending Georgie

PAIRINGS: Georgie Cooper x Fem!OC, Georgie Cooper x Veronica Duncan, Veronica Duncan x Dustin Hoffman

REQUESTED? Yes • [No]

WORD COUNT: 668

SUMMARY| Georgie has a massive crush on Veronica Duncan, One Problem; She has a boyfriend. Georgie, refusing to give up on who he thinks to be his true love, writes her a love note but Veronica’s boyfriend is anything but happy about it. When the news of Dustin picking on her best friend; and secret holder of romantic affections, reaches Absinthe let's just say she is not too thrilled by the information.

Adm Note: This takes place in Season Two when Georgie gives Veronica that Love Letter and Dustin reads it, then goes on to pick on Georgie. Also, Dustin doesn't have a last name so I will be giving him one!

Do you know that one quote by William Congreve? ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ Well, right now Absinthe disagrees as she storms down the hallways; Her eyes burning with a sea of rage, her tongue kissing her teeth as she struts towards Dustin Hoffman; purpose and pure unfiltered rage filling her steps towards the taller male.

She dropped her bag on the ground; not bothering to check if her things stayed in said device. At the moment Dustin was leaning over Georgie; Using his height to intimidate the younger male, the older teenager was holding onto Georgie's arm; Making sure he didn't try to run away.

She grabbed the males shoulder; making him let go of Georgie in surprise from the sudden grasp, She spun him around and slammed the male up against the lockers; Her hands against his shirt collar, her knee was bent just enough to where if he tried to run she would knee him in the balls. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’?” The brunette hissed.

Dustin let out a scoff “Wow,” He started turning his head to look at Georgie; the male in question looked completely lost as to how she found out when he tried so hard to hide it from her “You need a girl to speak up for you, Cooper?” Dustin taunted with a bitter laugh; one that didn't laugh long with what happens next.

A loud ‘Smack’ echoed off the hallways walls, some of the students who had gathered around letting out small ‘Ooo’s as Dustin's face snapped to the left side; a red handprint beginning to paint his skin.

“Aye! Don't look at him, Don’t speak to him, and I better not see you near him in a threatenin’ way ever again, You understand me, Asshole?” She all but growls to the male who looks like he could cry from her slap alone; She had always been told that she hit harder than most when she wasn't even trying, now that she was, in fact, trying to hurt him he might owe the nurse a visit after this.

“He went after my girl!” The blonde male tried to weakly defend his actions, which only got a raised eyebrow and an annoyed scoff from the woman in front of him.

“I don't give a fuck what he did! The fact that you have to go all alpha Male to try and prove a point just makes me, and probably everybody else, think of you as pathetic. Now, Scram before I beat your head into the lockers.” She stated pushing off the bully who had been pinned between her body and the cold metal of the locker doors.

She watched as the blonde scrambled away from her form, her eyes turning to the crowd around them “Y’all too! Get to class!” She huffed at the students who dispersed after that.

She walked over to her best friend; who was still lying against the lockers “You okay, Georgie?” She wondered as she gathered her bag from the ground beside him.

“Why’d you stick up for me?” He questioned; Absinthe loved him but sometimes he was the dumbest person in the world.

“Because, You’re my best friend I would be lost without you around,” She started ‘Because I'm completely in love with you and only wish for your happiness. If being with Veronica makes you happy then I'm willing to suffer.’ Her mind screamed at her before she continued “I think the better question is; Why didn't you tell me? You know that you can tell me anything.”

The curly-haired male let out a sigh “I didn’t want to disappoint you, Your opinion means a lot to me and I didn’t want you to think less because I couldn’t stand up to Dustin.” The teenage boy admitted and Absinthe smiled fondly, turning around and sitting on the ground beside him.

“What do you say we skip today?” She questioned already knowing the males answer.

“Hell Yeah!”

[phoebe-delia]

Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

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Don’t Ignore Me!

Kenma, Kuroo, Tendou when their s/o ignores them to play video games.

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

Hi Anon,, thank you for requesting this!! I hope it is good,, happy first request!! I kinda wanted to make this a lot smuttier but you know.... sometimes I want to add crack.

SMUTTY

WC- 1,960

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Kozume Kenma

First of all,, bold of us to assume that Kenma will give us the time of the day….

Plsss you all know he is streaming or on twitch or whatever the fuck gamers do

You really think Kenma is gonna be like “hey babe </333” NO, he has a village to create and villagers to befriend and a debt to pay off!!

Kenma probably goes through cycles where he is addicted to his games and then he starts missing you and becomes needy for your attention

Sweet angel boy will pout so hard if you ignore him for a video game,,, he’d be there standing in the door like…. Kisses? Spare coochie? 

Kenma would get annoyed very quickly if you ignore him, he will purposely become super clingy

Like he will cuddle into you, plop himself down on your lap and paw at your hands like a cat

He just wants your attention!!!

Kenma turns into a brat™,, like he will whine and pout but remain relatively quiet as you continue to play your game

The second you put it down or stop playing though,,, he will pounce on you~~

“(Y/N).” Kenma calls from the living room after putting his dead switch on the charger. He rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm before running his slender fingers through his dyed hair. Kenma slowly blinks as he looks around the small apartment for you, did you go somewhere?

Kenma walks into your shared bedroom and sees you perched up against the headboard with your laptop in your lap. His golden eyes widen slightly when he notices your bare legs, the only thing covering you is a pair of panties and his favorite hoodie, he swallows hard and quietly pads over to you. He crouches down beside the bed and places his chin on the mattress as he stares up at you pitifully. You don’t even glance at him.

“Kenma, I’m in the middle of fighting a raid, I’ll be done in like five minutes.” You mumble and continue to strain your eyes as you focus on the screen, your fingers are moving fast on the keyboard to move your character. Kenma doesn’t listen, instead, he crawls over you and cuddles up to your side. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and lazily throws an arm over your waist, his legs hook one of your own and he nearly moans at the feeling of your soft skin. “Kenma.”

You try to warn him, you can’t get distracted right now! Kenma ignores you once again and begins to rub circles into your hip with his thumb, he pushes his hips against your thigh and you tense when you feel the growing bulge grind into you. His long fingers toy with your panties and go between fingering the material and letting it snap against your skin.

“Kenma-“ You gasp as your character begins to lose a lot of health. Your boyfriend starts kissing along your neck, nipping at the skin, he smiles at the hoodie you have on. You always look so good in his clothes. The feeling of his legs woven between yours, the growing heat against your side, and his skillful fingers teasing you like this make it hard to focus. If you don’t stop soon, your character is surely going to die.

In a panic, you pause the game and save it before putting your computer on the floor. You try to calm yourself down but in a rage you turn to Kenma with furious eyes, pushing him back against the bed before straddling his hips.

“I don’t interrupt you when you play games so I hoped you would do the same with me.” Kenma swallows deeply and you begin to grind your clothed core along his aching cock. “Kenma, you need to be punished.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo is not going to take you ignoring him lightly, he will literally go insane

He will get so annoyed that a device has your attention and he doesn’t, he craves your attention so desperately

Please, if Kuroo sees you wearing panties…. He is going to go feral, it is like an instant boner

Your legs all out and on display for him~ leading up to his precious little oasis,,,, he wants to take a peak heheh

He is going to try and thirst trap you, walking around in only his boxers just to see if you stutter in your movements

Bruh when you don’t and instead yell at him to get away from the screen, his heart will break and his face will harden

Kuroo won’t hesitate to sit in-between your legs and start eating you out,,, you aren’t going to ignore him!!

Kuroo needs his attention!!!!

He is so busy and preoccupied with your legs that he doesn’t even notice that you are wearing his favorite hoodie,,,,, when he does notice….

Kuroo will fuck you into the couch, literally upside down,,,,,

“Tetsurou if you don’t get away from the fucking screen!” You snap at him, cursing as you nearly lose the car you were following. You have been playing gta for nearly four hours and your boyfriend has had enough, Kuroo wants to be the focus of your attention now.

His face hardens as he narrows his eyes at you, are you really that preoccupied with a game? Especially when he is standing in front of you, all bare just for your eyes. He knows you can see the tent in his boxers, the ache between his legs that he desperately needs you to relieve. Kuroo is done waiting for you, he knows you can focus on games for nearly ten hours straight. 

Your boyfriend walks over to you, his shoulders are rolled back and dominance emits off of him in waves. He doesn’t take his eyes away from yours as he lowers himself to the floor, Kuroo wastes no time in leaving soft kisses along your inner thighs. The touch is so gentle you can barely feel it but with the way your fingers are tightening around the controller, Kuroo can tell just how affected you are. He peaks his tongue out to lick a broad stripe of your skin up to the edge of your panties.

Your breath hitches and Kuroo has to refrain from reaching down and palming himself from the way your chest jolts. His hands hold your thighs open and he finally leans down to bring his mouth to your panties. Kuroo cheekily grabs the waistband between his teeth and pulls it back to let it snap against your skin before kissing your clit over the material.

“Don’t.” You threaten and Kuroo simply ignores you, instead he licks your slit over your panties. He smirks when he notices how damp your panties already are, now they’re completely ruined by his saliva and your essence. Kuroo innocently continues to lick lightly as he runs his eyes along your body, he stops completely when he notices the familiar clothing adorning your shoulders. Your boyfriend detaches himself from your core and stands up to his full height, he does not hesitate to take the remote from your hands and place it somewhere else. “Tetsurou-“

You growl angrily as you watch the way you lose the mission, being taunted by the ‘wasted’ screen. Kuroo pushes you down against the couch forcefully, catching you completely off guard, before settling over top of you.

“What’s this?” He pulls at the collar of the hoodie and your legs squeeze around his waist at the way he restricts your airflow. “This doesn’t belong to you, does it, baby girl?” Kuroo asks and you roll your eyes at his question, he pulls on the material tighter. “Acting like such a brat, daddy needs to teach you some manners.”

Tendou Satori

Ignore Tendou? Bold of you to assume you can ignore Tendou,, he simply won’t let you do it

Please, he will become the clingiest puppy every and trail everywhere after you

If Tendou finds you ignoring him for a game, he would become a pouting mess and would be so whiny as he begs for your attention

Now,,,, if he sees you in your panties and his favorite hoodie….. he will, without invitation, cuddle up against you and do everything to show you how happy he is~

“Oh, is this a little present for me?” Tendou would literally kiss the life out of you and have the dumbest smile on his face, he is so excited

And then you’re staring at him like…. What ,,,, he would pass out if you gave him the cold shoulder

How could his most precious angel, his sweet little love, ignore him so cruelly? He needs your affection now!!!

He would try cute little touches first to see if you’ll react but when that doesn’t work then he will bring out his ultimate plan

Tendou’s ultimate plan just includes kissing your neck and running his hands all over your body, basically anything he can do to make you flustered

You can’t ignore Tendou, you simply can’t ignore the bright ray of sunshine :’’’

“Ah, of course, I can come over Jumin!” You squeal and rollover on the bed, letting yourself bathe in the man’s deep voice. Tendou freezes inside the bathroom and glances at himself in the mirror trying to figure out who the hell you are talking to. Your boyfriend slowly dries himself off after his shower, trying to focus on more of what you are saying. He wants to hear the bastard you are talking to.

“I can’t wait for the future with you.” The low voice echos throughout the room and you screech, sitting up straight, your heart is beating so loudly in your chest at his words. Tendou feels his eye twitch, and in a fit of jealousy, he throws on some clean clothes before poking his head out of the bathroom. His red eyes zone in on where you are sitting on his bed, your thighs are pressed together with your hand over your racing heart and Tendou can’t even focus on the fact that you are in his favorite hoodie right now.

“Who are you talking to, (Y/N)?” He sings playfully but his voice comes out awfully tense and strained. You don’t even look up at him and instead wave him off with your hand before going back to your phone.

“Hush, I’m trying to hear him.” You mumble and curl up, bringing the phone close to your face.

“My love… Hearing your voice makes me desire the day I get to hold you in my arms and roll around the bed all day.” The track emits from your phone and you squeal loudly, tossing the device onto the bed before covering your blushing face with a pillow.

Tendou can only blink because he genuinely has no idea what is happening, he can’t even understand what the man is saying. He can’t control himself as he walks over to you, towering above you before pouncing. Tendou pins you to the bed, both of his hands are wrapped around your wrists with one of his long legs between your own. You try to push him off and whine for your phone but your boyfriend only tightens his grip.

“M-my phone,” You mumble weakly and Tendou swiftly captures your lips in a heated kiss. Your moans are muffled as he kisses you strongly, taking your bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucking before licking the plump area with his tongue. “Satori.” 

“He,” Tendou hovers his lips over yours and stares at you dangerously, motioning to your phone where the call with Jumin is just ending. “can listen.”

You have to refrain from rolling your eyes, you go to tell Tendou that it is just a game, but before you get the chance Tendou takes your lips as his own again. 

Maybe, you can tell him after~

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Jotaro beats the shit out of your boss 🥺🥺🥺

sorry this took so long lol

jotaro x reader (?), probably between parts 3 and 4, 1.1k

"This guy bothering you?" asks Jotaro, eyes flashing. He looks about ready to kill a man, which works out for you, honestly, because you have a man in desperate need of a gruesome end.

Your boss smirks that awful smirk of his and says, "No, we're all good here."

"I wasn't talking to you," Jotaro says bluntly. "I was talking to this one." He gestures toward you, and you feel yourself blush ever so slightly. Truth be told, he's never given you the time of day before this, despite your best efforts. You're not even sure if he knows your name. It's nice to have him acknowledge your existence after weeks of you subtly making goo-goo eyes at him. "This guy bothering you?"

Uh oh, you think, watching as your boss's face starts to get red and splotchy like it does before he blows his lid. He's going to kill Jotaro.

Jotaro could probably defend himself, if it came down to it, but you would still prefer things didn't escalate. It would be nice to see your boss get his stupid face beat in, though. That might rule, actually. The more you think about it, the more you kind of want it to escalate, because Jotaro would almost definitely kick your boss's ass, and that would fucking shred.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" shrieks your boss, obnoxious and ear-piercing as ever. "Get the hell out of my restaurant!"

"This isn't a restaurant," Jotaro points out quite fairly, "it's a coffee shop. And no, I'm not leaving. I already paid. I just need my other drink. Leave your employee alone so I can get Jiji's nasty coffee and leave."

In your wisest move of the day, you say nothing, skirting around your boss and trying to finish Jotaro's order. Professional legend over here.

Your boss, though, won't let it go, because of course he won't. He's a fucking moron and you hate his guts. "Absolutely not! I want you out of here right this instant or I'm calling the police! You hear me?! The police!"

"For what? I haven't done anything wrong. I didn't even curse at you. You can't just take my money like that."

"Out, out, out!" howls your boss, so angry that he grabs a bottle of liquid vanilla flavoring and hurls it at Jotaro, who lets it hit him right in the chest. You wonder why he doesn't dodge, because you know he can. You've seen him react almost instantaneously before, most notably when you nearly spilled hot coffee on his lap—he moved so fast it was like he teleported. Why not get out of the way?

The answer is this: Jotaro is now allowed to snap. Having been hit with something, having been attacked, having been assaulted, legally speaking, he's not the one who escalated. Now it's self-defense. Now he's free to beat ass. "You wanna take this outside? Fine." And with that he leans forward, grabs your boss by the collar of his idiotic polo shirt, lifts the man over the counter, and drags him out the front door. The casual display of strength makes you a little hot under the collar.

You quickly finish Jotaro's second drink and grab both of them with your sweaty hands. As soon as they're safely cradled in a paper tray, you hurry outside under the guise of giving Jotaro his order, but you know full well you're really going to gleefully watch your boss get his ass kicked. It's gonna fucking rule.

Outside, Jotaro and your boss are standing across from one another, both doing weird poses that look worryingly unstable. You wonder if a freak gust of wind would be enough to knock one of them off balance—with the way your boss's knees are positioned, you're almost sure it would be. How is that even anatomically possible? And don't even get me started on Jotaro, who's leaning back like the goddamn Tower of Pisa and pointing like he's Phoenix fucking Wright. Are you an insane people magnet? You thought Jotaro was normal, for Christ's sake, but now he's just yelling in the street and doing some kind of elaborate LARPing.

When you came out here, you expected to see someone getting punched. You did not expect to see two grown men just stand and scream, flailing wildly as if they're dodging imaginary punches. Maybe you should go back in and empty the tip jar while your boss is otherwise occupied.

Then, it happens. "Fuck this," says Jotaro, before rearing back and punching your boss square in the face. Something cracks. The sound echoes.

Your boss howls with pain and you can't keep the grin off your face, glad to see the man who's treated you like shit for so long finally get what he deserves. You're not sure why Jotaro got involved at all, but you're so, so glad he did. ...Hopefully this won't have repercussions for you.

Crumbling into a broken heap on the ground, your boss says nothing more. He's not dead or anything, though, just injured and embarrassed.

Jotaro says his catchphrase and rolls his shoulders before walking over to you, one hand in his pocket. "Those mine?"

You nod, handing over the paper tray, face burning. You've never had someone stand up for you like that before. Standing there, looking up at Jotaro, you're overcome with the need to say something, anything, to express your gratitude. "Thank you," you say emphatically, though it doesn't feel like enough.

"Whatever," says Jotaro, not even looking at you. He takes the drink and turns on his heel to presumably walk away.

"Wait!" He stops. He turns. He looks at you, eyes narrowed. "Um. Seriously. I owe you one for standing up for me like that." Okay. Time to shoot your shot. The worst he can do is say no, right? You'll probably survive a rejection. "Can I make it up to you with coffee sometime? Or maybe dinner?"

He looks at you like you're the dumbest person alive. "You think I did that for you? I just wanted my stupid drinks."

"Oh, but I thought…"

"You thought wrong. I wanted my shitty drinks and your ultra-capitalist boss was getting in the way of that. If there was another barista there, I would've asked them to make it, since I'm sick of you making that nasty face at me, but you were the only one there."

So he did notice the goo-goo eyes. "But—"

"Yare yare daze." And with that, you feel yourself lifted off the ground, but Jotaro's not touching you. Before you can get even a single word out, you're flying through the air, landing with a splat in a nearby canal.

Wait, what the fuck?! There are no canals around here! There should be an Ulta here! Where did this canal come from?! How did you end up here, is Jotaro fucking telekinetic?! And WHAT IS THAT BITING YOUR ANKLE—?!

[jasleh]

FFxivWrite2022 Prompt 10: Channel

channel of communication (this one's a bit of a stretch, ngl)

character: Rrahna time period: soon-ish after base-Shadowbringers

...

It was quiet here, peaceful. No one else in the room with her, and no city sounds reaching so far in. Rrahna leaned against the window sill (Could it still be called that when there was no glass? It was just an arched opening that let in the breeze.) and stared down into the courtyard without really seeing it. It was a nice enough view, if not so spectacular as a view over the city would have been... but here she had no chance of being seen. Not that she was ever entirely alone anymore, no matter how it appeared. She wasn't really sure what either of them had expected from the Rejoining - Rrahna certainly hadn't given it a single thought at the time - but although their souls were now combined, Ardbert's mind remained distinct. They were still adjusting to it. There was some emotional bleed-over, but at least their thoughts remained private. She could not hear his, nor he hers, unless those thoughts were specifically directed. On a whim, she decided to start up a conversation, speaking within her mind rather than aloud. "Hey Ardbert... What were the dumbest thing ye ever did while drunk?" She felt a stirring in response to her words, then a reply came. "What?" Rrahna gave a mental shrug. She wasn't sure how such gestures were communicated, but she knew he would "see" it. "Just curious. Ye know mine, yours can no be near so bad." That had been a deeply awkward, but unfortunately necessary conversation, given how it continued to impact her love life. Rrahna had been near fatally embarrassed for the whole thing. Ardbert's embarrassment had struck only on the realization of one of the... consequences of living in someone else's body. He had subsequently learned how to dive into the furthest corner of her mind in an attempt to both spare himself and give her some privacy when circumstances demanded. At any rate, he seemed to feel her question was fair, because while she could not hear his thoughts, she could feel him thinking. She also felt her lips purse as she let out a slow breath in a silent whistle. A thinking gesture, but not hers. That happened sometimes, when Ardbert was at the front of her mind and she was relaxed and not making any particular gesture. "I... don't think I ever did anything bad enough to mention," he finally admitted, "Although I'm sure some would argue my singing counts." "Ye be lucky," she said, a little enviously. Rrahna had fully decided that she was not to be trusted while drunk and had nearly sworn off alcohol entirely. "Well, I always had someone around to keep me in check. Wasn't really old enough to drink before I became an adventurer, and then I met Lamitt right after. She introduced me to getting drunk, but I'm sure you have an idea of how well she could hold her drink." Rrahna's lips curled into a bit of a smirk. "I saw that meetin' with the Echo. No one of yer finer moments," she teased. Rrahna was primarily a bruiser, and only knew a little conjury, but had managed to convince all of the Virtue hunters that she could help them all the same. One of those glimpses into the past was what had prompted this question, in fact. She let a moment of embarrassed sputtering pass, then continued more seriously. "Ye were lucky in yer companions as well." All but one, at least, and that one had many regrets. "I was," he agreed, as both of their moods turned towards sorrow. "It's not the same for you, is it," he continued, as if pushing past painful thoughts. "Watching you in the First... your companions try, but..." "But in the end, it always comes down to me," she finished the sentence as he trailed off. "Aye." Rrahna sighed, and shook her head, glad that no one was around to witness this odd, one-sided, and silent conversation. "I be sorry, I did no mean to bring up..." "No, it's alright. It's... not as painful as it used to be. You and me, we saved my world... and I know they would be proud. It's all we ever really wanted."

[k1nky-fool]

HELLO THERE

How are you doing, dearie? I hope you've had a great week!

OC asks 2, 5, 6, 12, 13, 25, 44 and 49 for, obviously, Vander and Mita.

You know I'm in love with that fic, and my obsession with Minute isn't going away soon, that's on you.

Anyways, love ya! Sending you a big virtual hug.

2 .What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

Well, considering neither of them get out very often and they both know a few people that would either recognize them and make it awkward, or someone that wants to kill one or both of them, Mita and Vander would most definitely have a slow night in.

However, I know Mita and Vander desperately need a break, and to let loose a bit. The first night they manage to get a whole night where they're together and the kids are Benzo's responsibility for the night, let's face it, they're getting fucking plastered.

It starts out with Vander telling funny stories of his old revolution days, Mita saying she remembers the odd thing here and there, while Mita might bring up some of the dumbest people she's collected for bounty.

But Mita gets a little louder with every drink, and oddly giggly while Vander is likely trying to get her to dance with him while the jukebox is at full volume. Neither of them are good at dancing, and it really just looks like he's swaying her around while both of them can't really keep their balance at the same time, but neither of them have been happier.

5. What’s their love language like? Are they compatible with one another?

Not in the traditional sense at least. Mita's receiving love language is words of affirmation. I've mentioned she likes when people get to their point, and she likes being told that she is appreciated in a way she won't have to decipher the meaning of. That's the most direct way to give her affection. Very convenient that Vander isn't a fan of being very subtle when it comes to giving affection. It's not that he can't give gifts, he's just not a good judge of what kinds of things someone else likes beyond practical tools, but sometimes those intentions don't always land well. And he's always doing work for other people regardless of how he feels about them, so just saying what he appreciates about Mita specifically is his favorite way to show how much she means to him.

However, we know that Mita ain't exactly chatty, so the love language of affection she gives is going to be more acts of service than anything else. So, it's also very convenient that Vander has a lot on his plate, and she can help knock some of it off for him, so he can take a break. Vander will never be ungrateful that something he thought he had to worry about has been taken care of.

That being said, Mita is touch starved and Vander is cuddly. Physical touch will always be a good middle ground between the two of them, and by extension, quality time as well. Both are anchors for the two of them, and they both rely on each other to unwind, and a while into their relationship, both Mita and Vander will get visibly anxious and annoyed the longer they're apart, should something separate them for a little bit.

6. Do they have any pet names/nicknames for eachother?

Technically, "Mita" is sort of a pet name. Professionally, she'll always say her name is Minute (now that she has a name), and Vander is the only adult that calls her Mita. Everyone else that uses the name "Mita" is a kid, and even then, only Ekko, Sketch (more on that at a later date), Mylo, and Vi call her that. Claggor, Powder, Scar, Eve, and Devo all call her "Minute." Even then, Vander still calls her stuff like Love, Darling, and Dove.

Mita isn't really one for pet names. She's not upset when someone uses them, unless the wrong person calls her "Mita." There was just nobody really using affectionate names in her life, so she never really got an attachment to them. Though, there will be a rare occasion, in private only, when Mita might be exhausted, and she would accidentally echo Vander and call him "Love."

12. What would they say each other’s worst quality is?

Not that Mita doesn't understand it, or that she doesn't approve of it. She'll always be supportive no matter how Vander chooses to live his life. However, she fully believes that a lot of his problems would be solved if he was only a little more open to a healthy amount of violence. Vander tends to joke "That's what you're for, love," but really, he just can't get past causing that sort of harm anymore.

He knows what it's done to him in the past, and everyone else had to live with the consequences. Vander can't justify violence anymore, and Mita believes that no amount of words will ever be equal to action.

Vander on the other hand, gets somewhat aggravated with Mita's habit of staying quiet. He thinks a lot of problems they face would be avoided if she could just mention earlier than too late, what exactly she has a problem with. It's something she's working on, simply because she grew up in a way where speaking didn't actually change anything.

If she didn't like something, that was just the way things are, and she'd have to live with it. It's common that Vander doesn't even know he's done something to wrong her until she's already broken under the pressure, and he feels terrible that he couldn't do anything about it sooner, because she didn't say anything.

13. What would they say each other’s best quality is?

As much as his hesitancy to action drives her up the wall, she can't help but admire his patience. She hates to admit it, but Vander's ability to carry negotiations out far past the point where Mita would have just knocked the fucker out, has solved a lot of problems she simply wouldn't be able to solve herself. And it translates very well into his patience with her while she figures out to let her guard down around him.

Vander can't get enough of her intelligence. He sees it all the time, and he never gets an explanation of her thought process. Seeing it from the outside is like watching a lightning bolt, miraculously solving a jigsaw puzzle. His first instinct when he sees her begin to move into action is usually panic, but he trusts her not to directly violate any boundaries or rules he's set. When she does act, it's never what he expects and usually clever enough that whoever her target is, doesn't realize they've been corrected.

25. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other.

Idk if you know this, but Vander is a very large lad. Mita is very certainly aware of his size, and rather openly appreciates it. Her favorite way to be reminded of it is when they're both behind the bar, and Vander gently pushes her toward the counter so he can get past her.

Vander could name a few physical attributes that he likes about her. But the one that seems to catch him off guard the most is her muscle definition. Mita is also not very small. In fact I write her as being roughly 6'0" and fucking jacked. But Vander specifically can't get enough of the muscles on her back. She moves so fluidly and precisely, and while he knows that training to be able to do that wasn't exactly her choice, he can't help but still be very impressed by it.

44. Who’s the better cook?

Vander, hands down. Mita's regular food before she met Vander was limited to just what she could afford to buy or find. And while Vander certainly isn't any sort of professional chef, he can easily whip some stuff up together to be good enough for some kids to like. Modern AU! Vander is definitely a grilled steak, burgers, and hotdogs kind of dad

49. Do they tease each other? What about?

They do tease each other, but only in subtle ways in public. It's always an innocuous comment on something that only the two of them would know about. An inside joke, or a small gesture. Mita has very specific facial expressions that essentially clue Vander in that something he's said or done was funny to her, or reminds her of another fumble of his. They're usually good with PDA, but when it comes to teasing, it's something they don't like others being privy to.

It's usually something innocuous. Someone asks for a shot of absinthe, and if Mita's close enough to overhear, Vander might say something like "Well, so long as you don't spit it at anyone, you sure can." Nobody but the two of them would get it unless one of the other few people that witnessed the event the first time just happens to also be near enough to hear.

Someone harasses Mita and she might visibly take their drink from them and pour a little bit from a mysterious vial into it. They ask "You drugging me for a good time?"

And she'd reply, placing the thing back in front of them, "No, I poisoned you 20 minutes ago. That's your antidote." Only for both of them to hear Vander laughing at it from a few tables away. He knows she hasn't, and that's definitely a laxative or something.

Love to see you, babes! I'm hoping to finish their fic in the next few months, but once it's done, I sure will have some time to write some oneshots of them and feature Mita in other fics.