4.) How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
I have a couple actually! One is a Tanaka centric fic with angst. At the moment it’s set as a reader fic but I haven’t really worked on it that much lately. I have a few scenes I wrote out so I wouldn’t forget them.
Right now though, the one most rampant in my brain is a Soul Eater x Haikyuu crossover / AU. I want to make the characters of Soul Eater the adults while the HQ guys and gals make up the student body of the DWMA. I will most likely try to create an OC for it as a love interest for Asahi (cause baby ace needs some love) and a pairing between Death the Kid and Tsubaki. I really want to write this but I’m nervous to because Soul Eater has been done for so long and I’m not sure if enough people would be interested. We’ll see, I may still do it for a small fan base and just because I love the idea so much.
I did have an Bleach story I started but haven’t worked on for a long time with a Renji x Orihime pairing where Ichigo offers to marry Rukia so she isn’t forced to marry someone she doesn’t want to. Planned on drama and love triangles but lost steam on it.
I have another Bleach fic I started that is an AU where the main guys are human and the main girls are supernatural creatures. I was also going to incorporate elements of Black Butler and Supernatural as well but again just lost motivation and steam for it so it’s remained untouched for months and months.
14.) What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?
Hmmmmm….interesting question. I honestly can’t think of anything, I mean outside of people just being rude when they don’t agree with something I wrote but that’s more a matter of opinion than giving advice. Truthfully, the advice I’ve sought out usually seems pretty good. The most confusing sometimes is “show not tell” if it’s not explained well or used too extensively and the argument of using “said” versus other descriptive words for speech or expression. Again, mostly a matter of preference I suppose.
18.) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?
For most of my writing, no but lately I’ve wanted to try outlines so that I can make sure my story is staying on track. I’ve had two times (within the same story actually) where when I didn’t outline where I wanted to go I ended up writing myself into a bit of a corner. In one sense, it was good because it challenged me to write better. But in the other, it left the story open ended for sequel…that I have NO IDEA how to handle. Heh heh. So yeah, if I do this Soul Eater / Haikyuu AU I’ll be making sure to do some outlining.
On that note, is that a story you guys would be interested in reading?
Thanks for the questions Rachel Lauren!!
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Hi ~ For the fic writers meme, I propose 11, 19 and 38 if that’s all right with you answering them ~ Hope you have a great day !
11.) Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?
When I first started out a little over a year ago, I’d say it was a passion. I would have ideas running through my head all day, jotting down notes and itching to get home to write. I would sit in front of my laptop for HOURS working on my stories. Now, I’d save it’s moved more to a fun hobby, which in a way kind of bums me out but I’m kind of not surprised I got a bit burned out.
19.) Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?
I think the animes I create content for are my muses but really what fuels me is my readers and their words of encouragement and enjoyment of reading my stuff. When the feedback slows down, my muse dries up.
38.) Talk about a review that made your day.
Related to above, literally any feedback makes me happy because it means someone enjoyed something and cared enough to tell me. I had one review for a Bleach fic that really made my day, like the person gave me lots of specifics of what they enjoyed about the story and it just made me grin from ear to ear. I’ve also received supportive messages and lots of love that just swelled my heart. REVIEWS MEAN SO MUCH, so please, please, please leave them. Please don’t think you’re bothering us. Please don’t worry about sounding smart or whatever, just tell us what and why you love something and we’ll be thrilled!
Thank you so much for sending these and wishing me a great day! It’s been a long one but I’m home now to enjoy comfort food and down time with my honey and my dog!
J and H and Iwaizumi for the smut hc!
H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)
Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.
His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.
She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”
J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)
“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.
And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.
“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”
The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.
“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.
“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.
“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.
“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.
:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?
Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.
- D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
- R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)
Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.
“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.
“I need you,” he replies simply.
She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.
He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.
He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.
Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.
He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.
Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”
He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.
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Hey there ~ I’d like to request no. 13 with Bokuto for the christmas prompts :> Hope it’s inspiring enough, and if it’s not nevermind!! I hope you have a pleasant day ^^
Thanks for sending in some love for our fave owl boy! I hope you enjoy this!
#13 – First Christmas as a Couple
Bokuto’s knee bounces up and down, an outer manifestation of his inner excitement. This was it! His first Christmas with her!
But while he’s so happy she agreed to come with him to visit and meet his family, he can’t help but be a bit nervous. Knowing his mother, she’ll undoubtedly say something embarrassing, like how pleased she is he’s finally taking his future seriously.
He wishes they’d had a little more time together before this but he couldn’t wait to introduce her and Christmas seemed like the best time to do it.
What he hadn’t really considered was how many and the type of people who would be there. Like his uncles who don’t know when to stop with teasing or his cousins who are rambunctious and can be a little bratty and his dad…they just don’t always see eye to eye.
His palms start to sweat. How in the world did he think this was a good idea?
Next to him, _______ notices his expression go from excited to pensive to downright gloomy. After being friends with Bokuto since their third year of high school and dating him through their first year of university, she’s become fairly well versed in reading his moods, Akaashi having been a helpful interpreter when the need arose.
“Bokuto-kun.” Her voice draws his eyes to her face and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be fine. Don’t you remember? I’ve at least met your parents that one time at the Spring Tournament, so I’m not a complete stranger. I mean, that’s assuming they remember me,” she ends with a slight chuckle.
Bokuto turns to her, hand reaching to cup her face. “I don’t know how anyone could forget you,” he remarks.
The intensity of his eyes and serious tone make her heart skip a beat. She’s used to him teasing her, flirting, being a general goofball but this…this is something very new. Squeezing his hand again she forces a bigger smile onto her face. “Then you don’t have anything to worry about, right?”
He nods, drawing her close and dropping a peck to the top of her head.
They arrive to the station five minutes later, walking out of the train and see his parents waving to them through a window from inside the station. Despite his earlier trepidation, Bokuto’s face erupts into a wide grin, feet moving faster to get to them, ______ trailing slightly behind thanks to his longer legs.
“Mom! Dad!” Bokuto exclaims, hugging his mother tightly before reaching out a hand to his father.
Turning he gestures for _______ to come closer.
“Mom, dad, I’m sure you remember _______,” he says.
Looking at his mother, _______ can see where Bokuto gets his smile; hers is just as wide if more feminine. His father nods once in greeting, his stare making her shift slightly; Bokuto definitely gets his eyes from him.
“Of course sweetie! We’re so happy you could join us!” his mother offers, extending her arms and pulling the girl into an unexpected hug.
“Th…thank you,” she stammers, righting herself before bowing. “I appreciate you having me join you for the holiday.”
“We’re always happy to see Koutarou’s friends!”
“Um, mom, she…she’s more than just a friend. I….I asked her out a few months ago so we’re dating now,” Bokuto explains, hand rubbing the back of his head.
His mother blinks at him for a moment then rushes forward, flicking him in the forehead. “And you’re just telling me this now? Koutarou!”
“Sorry mom, sheesh, I just…I wanted to tell you in person!”
“A likely story,” she grumbles but offers another smile to _______ as she loops their arms together and drags her towards the exit. “Well now I’m even more happy you’re here dear! You always struck me as a sensible young woman! No doubt you’ve been a great influence on him.” ________ blushes heavily, unsure how to respond to such praise. “Now, let’s get you two home out of this cold and I’ll show you all of Koutarou’s baby pictures, he was just the cutest little owl!”
“MOM!”
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G K for Ushijima?
G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)
It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.
K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)
The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.
“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.
“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.
“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.
“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.
“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.
He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.
# 15 with Aone :3
Aone – #15 Warming each other up
The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
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# 15 with Aone :3
Aone – #15 Warming each other up
The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.
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Tendou – Safe Haven
So, B over at @guessmonsta had a rough day and in efforts to
draw up her spirits I present a slightly melancholy but overall silly piece
featuring her fave boy: Tendou Satori. Hope you feel better B!
“Tendou, you’re Princess Peach, get your ass over here!”
shouts Semi.“Oh you are so going down, pretty boy,” Tendou exclaims
hopping over the back of the second, or possibly third, hand couch in his dorm.
He lands heavily next to Semi, his former teammate sending him a glare.“Says the one currently playing a character sporting pink,”
retorts the blonde.“Tch, for your information, pink happens to be my favorite
color! Plus, Peach is a badass! Make no mistake, she will fuck you up on the
track,” Tendou quips, selecting the motorcycle as his choice for race vehicle.Semi, Reon and Goshi all make their own selections, they
being Mario, Bowser and Toad respectively.“Heh, did you choose Toad to match the aesthetic of your
hair cut?” Tendou asks.“Screw you fire head, let’s just get to racing so I can wipe
the track with your ass,” Goshiki shoots back.Tendou laughs as the timer counts down to zero, each of
their representative characters jumping off the starting line with the press of
the green button. The race is fierce and filled with flying shells, mushroom
speed bursts and loud curses from all participants.“So where’s Toshi?” Tendou asks through a hiss as Peach
barely dodges an oil slick.“Couldn’t make it, practice,” Reon answers shortly, thumbs
moving with practiced ease sending Bowser into a perfect drift.“Shit, can’t that guy ever get a break?”
“You know him Tendou, it’s all volleyball, all the time.
Especially after last year,” Semi comments, cursing a second later when he gets
hit with yet another red shell from
Toad. “How the fuck are you getting so many of those?!”“They’re pity shells cause he’s in last place,” Tendou
smirks.“Oh yeah? Pity this!” Goshiki yells, launching a blue shell
which takes out both Peach and by proximity Bowser, leaving just Mario as the
last obstacle to his glory. There’s no way the others can catch up now and with
one last screech around a bend, Toad emerges victorious with a perfectly timed
mushroom boost.“Damn it!” Semi shouts, throwing down the controller.
“Hey! Careful with those, I got this second hand you know,”
Tendou complains taking a sip of soda.A knock at the door draws all their attention, Tendou
standing to open it since they’re in his dorm. “Probably the pizza guy,” he
calls over his shoulder, unnecessary considering they’re in a single room
together. When he opens it, it’s to find a rather cute, but annoyed looking
girl standing in the hall. “Definitely not the pizza guy,” he comments lowly.“What? You know what, never mind, I don’t care,” she snips.
Fixing fierce eyes on him she goes on, “Do you think it possible for you to
keep it down? There are some in this hall trying to actually get work done
around here.”Tendou leans against the threshold, crossing his arms.
Smiling he replies, “Working is for classrooms and libraries, where else are we
supposed to unwind?”“The bar? A club? Hell, go back to your parents’ basement
for all I care, just keep the noise down!”Tendou’s smile widens; he likes her snark. “One, we’re under
age still so no bars. Two, do we,” he points behind him to the guys now
watching the proceedings, “look like the clubbing type to you? I think not. And
three, as long as we’re throwing around stereotypes here, why don’t you take
your self-centered, eldest child, type A personality and chill the fuck out? We
just got out of high school, time to live a little before we hook on the ball
and chains of responsible society, don’t you think?’As he’s been talking, her cheeks have been growing steadily
redder and redder with each point he nails on the head. Tendou likes a good
battle of wits and insults and this little lady had no idea whose door she was
pounding on when she attempted to exert a guilt trip. Her mouth opens to retort, only for the pizza
guy to finally arrive.“Order for Tendou Satori?” he asks looking between them.
“That’s me! Oi, you lot of losers! Gimme your penance,” he
says, hand out to receive money from Semi and Reon after which he draws the
remaining balance from his own wallet. Handing the guy the money, along with a
small tip because he’s not a complete asshole, Tendou passes the two pizzas
to Semi who takes them to his desk. Looking back at the girl still fuming
outside his door he grins.“I’d offer for you to join us but since you’re a no-nonsense
type, I’m sure it will be a waste of breath. Have a good night.” He’s about to
shut the door when her hand slams against it startling him. “You’re a dick,”
she glowers. There’s a pause and he can’t wait to see what comes next. Taking a
deep breath, she looks up into his eyes. “But you’re also right.” Tendou’s so
stunned he almost falls over. With less hostility and a slightly shakier tone
she goes on, “I…I’d really like that…if you’re serious.”He blinks, unsure what exactly just happened but steps to
the side, silently offering her entrance. A moment later, he’s introduced all
of them, including himself properly, before they settle to consume their meal
of cheese, carbs and grease.“Being an adult, or at least transitioning into one, sucks,”
she comments around a bite of pizza.“Amen to that,” Reon replies toasting his slice with hers.
“So, what’re you studying?” Semi asks politely.
“Chemistry, it’s a bitch.”
“Shit, you must be a genius or something. I’m barely making
it through my general ED, still tryin’ figure out what I wanna do,” Goshiki
remarks.“Hey! No gloom and doom talk here, guys! This is our time to
shut out the rest of the world and just have fun! To forget our problems and worries,”
Tendou proclaims. Deftly he slides the controller into their new companion’s
hands, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.“You gotta earn your keep sweetheart, that pizza doesn’t pay
for itself you know.”Leaning forward, she bops his nose. “Bring it on, pretty
boy.”Semi laughs uproariously at the look on Tendou’s face as his
cheeks heat up but the red head recovers quickly, sliding next to her with a
controller of his own. The race is intense, but she emerges victorious,
whooping and hollering about her win.“Hey, you might wanna keep it down, I hear there’s a warden
about these halls,” Tendou teases.“Then we’ll just tell them to go fuck themselves. It’s our
time to be young and alive, right?”He grins, shoving his shoulder into hers. “You got it,
warden.”“Shut up and race, pretty boy.”
And for the rest of the night into the wee hours of the
morning, Tendou, Semi, Reon and Goshiki provide what she never knew she needed.
A safe haven away from the responsibilities and expectations piled on her till
she can’t breathe. They let her laugh and curse and belch without judgement.
They tease and mock her, treating her quickly like one of their own.But most of all, they allow her to just be a “kid”.
This was posted a bit later last night and it’s another piece I’m actually pretty proud of since sometimes I feel like I struggle with dialogue and this came out pretty much exactly how I wanted. So I’m reblogging cause I’m happy with it.
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