writing prompts :3

Confessions and Realizations

@chibi-lioness Asked: “I’ve kinda hit a wall with a short story I’m writing as a present for a friend. The main character is in love, but her main love interest is attracted to her sister but it’s more like, puppy love than actual affection. She does confess as the guy leaves for an amount of time and asks for an answer after he is sure of what he wants but I can’t seem to come up with WHY he realizes he likes her more, if that makes sense. She has always been supportive, but he is quite clumsy with girls. Thank you!”

1. “I love you. I just thought you deserved to know.”

“I don’t understand. Why didn’t you say anything?”

2. “Here’s the thing: I know I’m never going to see you again, so I’m going to tell you something that I swore I never would.”

“It’s about your sister, isn’t it? She really does-”

“No! No, it’s not about her. It’s… It’s about me.”

3. “I had no idea…”

“That was kind of the point, you know?”

4. “I care about you so much, and you’ve never known. All you’ve ever seen is her.”


“And I get it, I really do. She’s an amazing person, and I don’t blame you. I just wanted you to know the truth.”

5. “Can I kiss you?”


“No? But you just said-”

“I know. And now, you have a plane to catch. When you decide what you want, give me a call.”

6. “I think-I think I want this, too.”

“Of course you do. It’s the heat of the moment, and your emotions are all mixed up. Talk to me when you’ve had time to think about it.”

7. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say… Say that you’ll think about it. Say that you’ll let yourself consider me and you.”

Reasons for realizing:

1. He keeps catching himself wanting to talk to her whenever something funny, sad, or stressful happens.

2. He catches himself daydreaming about her.

3. He starts dreaming about her.

4. He hears that something bad happens to her. (A car accident, for instance.) It can turn out to not be anything, or it can be something major, but either way, he has to go see her immediately.

~I hope these help!!~


Victuuri Week Day 3: Goblin AU

in which Viktor is this 937-year-old goblin who’s looking for his bride and Yuuri is fated to his bride and can see ghosts:

It was the strangest kind of attraction.

Even Yuuri, with his rather dull intuitive perception, had been very much cognizant – at that precise moment of meeting the stranger’s gaze – of the sudden electrifying chemistry between them, transpiring ever so briefly yet imparting a long-lasting effect on his consciousness.

It felt to him as though the world around him was so abruptly thrust into an eternity of quietude, blurred by the hollowness of nonexistence, except for the figure of the man who captivated his undiluted attention, a defined entity against the illegible backdrop, like a distinctive gleam of light in a vacuum of disorienting darkness.

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OTP Idea #768

Person A, the resident punk of the school and Person B, the ultimate goody two shoes get paired together for a class project. Person B reluctantly goes along with the pairing, thinking A won’t do much work. Person A however is head over heels for Person B, and takes every chance they can to work up to A’s standards.

Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"

k-ede  asked:

I'm so here for the moment that max ask to magnus; are you my brother's boyfriend? and magnus looking alec like "what do I say?" then alec will take magnus' hand and he will look at max and say "yes, he is my boyfriend"


I’m just imagining everybody decked out in their best, just hanging around, chatting before the ceremony starts. Max comes in with Robert and Maryse through the door and Alec sees him immediately. Alec leans towards Magnus, who’s talking animatedly with Jace, touches his elbow and mutters a quick “be right back” before he stalks towards the door and bends down just in time for Max to run into his arms for a hug. 

“It’s your big day, isn’t it Max?” Alec leans back and surveys his younger brother while adjusting his collar, “Looking good.”

“Woah, you look like you’re dressed to impress. Did Izzy pick your suit?” Max looked at Alec, wide-eyed. Alec was taken aback for a second before letting his eyes drift back to where Magnus was and he gave a soft smile, “Come here. I’ve got someone to introduce you to.”

“Magnus, this is Max and Max, this is Magnus, who owns the house we’re currently in,” Alec introduces them as Jace rubs Max’s head affectionately. Magnus looks down with a tilt of his head and extends his hand, “Why, hello. Nice to meet you, Max. Hope you like the…place,” Magnus remarks while gesturing to the room with a wine glass in his other hand. Max reachs out for a firm handshake with a soft greeting and thanks Magnus for letting them have the ceremony at his place, to which Magnus returns a smile, “Well, you have your brother to thank as well. He helped with the decorations.”

Max looks between Alec and Magnus before something clicks in his mind, “Are you my brother’s boyfriend?” Magnus blinks in surprise as he hears Jace’s snicker in the background and looks towards Alec, who was looking just as surprised. He waits for Alec to catch his eye before raising an eyebrow, as if to say well, what are we and as Alec’s eyes grew wider, Magnus forces himself to glance back at Max and clears his throat to answer when he feels Alec step closer to him, shoulders touching and hand lingering next to his, feeling the reverberation through Alec’s body as he says, “Yes, he’s my boyfriend.”

mutantgurls  asked:

How about an au where lance is galra and has to deal with prejudice from the people he's saving.

How about just stabbing me right now

Lance was proud of his heritage, he was Galra. He was part of one of last pure blood in the entire species. Lance was proud of that. Growing up he thought that being Galra was the best thing that could’ve happened to him. He was mistaking. 


Lance was around 14 when he realized that the Galra wasn’t what he was taught in school. By ready journals from his father (who was a high ranking soldier) Lance learned that he had been lied to his entire life. Lance couldn’t believe what he read. They killed people. They destroyed planets. For what? Zarkon?

Lance didn’t sleep that night. 


Lance was 17 when he ran away from home. He couldn’t deal with the lies anymore. He couldn’t deal with the fact that his father was the only in his family that knew the truth. He couldn’t deal with listening to one more ‘proud Galren’ speech. 


After bouncing from planet to planet Lance found himself as the Blue Paladin. He could tell that Allura wasn’t happy that Blue chose him, but no one had ever seen a stronger bond between paladin and lion before.  

Lance eventually learned to deal with Allura’s hard stare and unapproachable personality. At least Coran eventually opened up to him. 

Allura wasn’t the only aliens to jump the gun on Lance. It was not uncommon for Lance to have to dodge weapons from people that they saved. It also wasn’t uncommon for people to run inside the nearest builden they saw when Lance walk down a street with the other paladins. 

Lance eventually broke. 


Lance was flying back from a particularly hard mission. The city that they saved held a party in Voltrons name, however they “forgot” to invite the right leg. 

Lance sat in Blue while the other paladins have fun at their party. He was the first one to take off when the other paladins reached their lions. 

Allura’s voice blasted through the coms, “Great work out there paladins! Shiro you did an ex…” 

Lance tuned her out, she did this after every mission.  She would compliment everyone on what they did right but only criticize Lance on what he needed to work on. 

“Lance? Did you hear me? You can’t fly that rough with the blue lion. You’ll end up damaging her.” 

“Yes Princess.”

“I do not wish to schedule extras practices for you, but I will. You need to improve your skills so you are a valuable member of Voltron.” 

Lance snapped. “With all do respect Princess but can you stop? Every mission I have to deal with stares and people running away from me, all because of my skin color. They see purple and immediately run or treat me like garbage.” Lance swallowed. “What did I ever do to hurt you? The only people I have ever hurt is my family. That’s only because I left them without an excuse. So yes Princess I will fly better and continue to improve myself so I can kill Zarkon and leave you alone just like you want.” Lance turned off his coms. 

A few minutes later Lance landed Blue in her hanger and just sat there shaking. Allura enter the hanger but Blue activated her barrier. She wanted to protect from her pilot from anymore pain. 


I love Galra Lance tbh 

I hope you like it!

Thank you for this!

anonymous asked:

prompt: my sister is coming to visit and she thinks we're dating and i kinda didn't correct her and now my entire family thinks we're engaged please help me

So. Nonny. Here’s the thing. I totally filled this prompt… but I totally - selfishly - made it a follow up to my last Poindexter Family fic (aka - affectation governed by whim.). Thank you for the prompt… I hope you enjoy it!!! <3 <3 <3 

one fool at least

Living with Will in the aftermath of their getting together… well, it wasn’t as big of a transition as Derek had feared. They still fought, and they joked around, and they drove each other up a wall along with everyone else in a half-mile radius. The big difference was the tenderness that ran throughout - the hand-holding, and the kissing, and the quiet moments when they could just be in the same room without saying a thing.

Part of Derek - the part that he liked to hide beneath his chill and his aesthetic - had been afraid that it wouldn’t last beyond the summer. He had been worried that Will would pull back, or that their friends wouldn’t get it, or that he would ruin everything before it really even started. He had been so scared, but then Will would catch his eye to shoot him a smile, and all the doubts would get muffled… there’s not much that Derek won’t do for that smile.

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anonymous asked:

14 :D

14)things you said after you kissed me


“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.”

“You-John. You kissed me.”

“Did… is that…”

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it. Now. I mean it, John.”

“You told me you loved me.”

“Yes. Yes-I-I did. That’s true.”

“I couldn’t- Jesus, Sherlock. You know I- I find this… difficult. Words, I-”

“Oh, John. You showed me.”

“No, don’t. Please, Sherlock. Please. Let me finish.”

“Alright. …John. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I’m so in love with you- oh, Christ, Sherlock. You-you have to know. I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“John. Oh. Oh, oh, don’t cry, I’m-”

“For years, Sherlock. I’ve wanted to kiss you for… since we ran after that bloody ‘Welcome to London’ thing.”

“I-why…why didn’t you kiss me then? Why didn’t you?”

“I… I don’t know. I-”

“It’s okay-”

“I was too scared-”

“-me too, but John-”


“I’d like to kiss you back, now. Very much.”

“Oh, God, yes.” 

Doing johnlock (& now hoopkins too <3) prompts from this lovely list even though I’ve got loads of other prompts to fill lmao sorry but these are so lovely for more inspiration <3

Numbers filled (johnlock): 6; 31; 12; 11; 60; 8; 51; 34; 54; 60x2; 3; 14

Numbers filled (hoopkins): 14; 25; 41

teamspider-man  asked:

28 with Peter Parker please! 💜💜💜

Prompt: I don’t care that it’s 2 am, we need pie.

Peter Parker was used to your antics, and on good days, amused by them, but now, lying underneath the heavy pillow you had just attacked him with at an ungodly hour of the morning…he decided he wasn’t tickled at all.

He peered at your grumpy face with exasperation, but you weren’t perturbed by his look, and kept your thighs firmly straddled against his. The pillow you smooshed on him, edged dangerously close to his face and he was sure if he moved one inch you’d suffocate him.

“hi…” he mumbled weakly. His voice was hoarse, loaded with dread and sleep. “Why are you attacking me in the middle of the night.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I’m hungry.”

Peter sighed. Loudly. He looked over at the clock on his stand and winced “It’s 2 a.m.”

“So? I’m hungry,” you huffed.

“Look in the fridge!”

“We don’t have pie.”

“Oh my god,” he lifted his head and squinted at you. “You woke me up for pie? You do realize if I didn’t think it was you, you’d be webbed to the wall next to you.”

“Stop that!” you glared, waving your arms around. “This is serious.”

“Oh yes,” he said, nodding along sarcastically. “Pie is of the utmost importance? It’s late.”

“I don’t care that it’s 2 a.m, we need pie!”

Peter took advantage of your frantic arm movements to throw the pillow on floor, he brought his hands to his eyes and rubbed them groggily. “Why, why, why, why do you need it right now? Why?”

You pouted. There was no way he’d go out and brave the harsh winter winds outside, not unless…

With a heavy heart, you thought about everything that made you sad and let the tears build up in your eyes. Your nose started to run and you sniffed heavily.

Peter instantly froze and hesitantly removed his hands from his eyes.

“A-are you c-crying?”

You sniffed again, this time more dramatically. “I’m getting my period and I have cravings and, a-and, you don’t care about me!” you wailed.

“S-shit, you’re on y-your…oh, god. I do care about you!”

He sat up and hugged you, unsure of what else to do. He awkwardly rubbed your back, and bit his lip. 

“I’ll…I’ll go find you some pie o-okay? Please…just…don’t be sad, don’t cry,” he begged. 

You hiccupped softly and nodded against his shoulder. 

“You’re the best…” you whispered.

Unbeknownst to him, as he got dressed in layers of sweaters and a large coat, you were smirking from your perch on the couch in the living room. 

You didn’t have your period.

You just wanted pie.

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anonymous asked:

drabble prompt for malec if you're up for it: "stay a little longer?" <3333

stay | malec | 200 words

Magnus laughs as he feels Alec’s hands tighten around his middle, keeping him seated in the now lukewarm water. He can feel his boyfriend’s soft whine of discontent against his neck.

“As much as I would love to stay in this tub with you forever, darling, I’m beginning to prune,” Magnus says lightly, holding up a hand to demonstrate the truth of his statement.

But Alec refuses to let go of him, instead moving his hands from Magnus’s waist up to his chest, pulling him back more snugly against Alec’s own.

“Stay a little longer?” he murmurs softly, and Magnus sighs, tilting his head back against Alec’s shoulder.

He lets a spark of his magic seep from his (now officially pruny) fingertips and smiles at Alec’s low hiss of pleasure when the water suddenly heats back to just shy of scalding.

“Five more minutes,” Magnus allows graciously, closing his eyes and letting himself focus solely on the gentle trek of Alec’s hands against his skin.

Alec presses a kiss to the crook of his neck and Magnus swears he can feel the smug smile in it. But he supposes it can’t hurt to let him have his way this once.

saintress  asked:

8 with jimon if you would. i die for roommate aus!!!!! thank u francy 💗💞

roommates au

Simon never understood how he managed to get himself into certain situations, but this one takes the cake. He had been looking for a new apartment after Clary had decided to move in with Izzy, well, Alec, Jace and Izzy, because the one he and Clary had been sharing was way too big (and too expensive) for one person. Clary still hadn’t moved out, not wanting to leave Simon hanging until he found his own place.

About two weeks into the search, however, Alec announced he was moving in with Magnus, which left another room free in the apartment. Jace and Izzy immediately offered the room to Simon, Clary had been ecstatic and while it seemed like everything had worked out perfectly, it was only on his first day living there that Simon realized what he’d gotten himself into.

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ok but au where shiro and allura are both students at the garrison
  • allura is an exchange student who’s been accepted at the garrison, and immediately singles shiro out as the top of their class
  • shiro being like “who is this amazing beautiful girl - wAIT DID SHE JUST BEAT MY PILOTING SCORE”
  • just imagine them being highkey rivals trying to act lowkey
  • “you’re staring again shiro-” “i am not!” matt rolls his eyes
  • allura having a totally amazing squad tho, and her bestie is some guy name markus
  • (matt and markus have crushes on each other & share commiserating looks over their ridiculous friends)
  • shiro is officially Starstruck when he sees her benchpressing in the training room
  • a group project where they’re the only two who actually do shit brings them together as friends
  • long nights with lots of coffee cups and sharing study notes
  • allura falls for him slowly over little gestures (him memorizing her coffee order)
  • one day she doodles his name in the margins of her tablet notes and then remembers they always compare notes, freaks out and erases it
  • when shiro gets sick and has to miss class allura is the only one he trusts to take his notes (they just think on the same level), and vice versa
  • still having a healthy competition with lots of friendly flirting teasing
  • always giving each other compliments
  • they graduate top of their classes, tied neck and neck
  • they kiss for the first time when shiro is going to leave to go to Kerberos and they’re all stumbling over each other and he’s super flustered when trying to confess when allura just kisses him
  • “come back to me in one piece, takashi”
  • he doesn’t
Batch Request: Snow

“The way it floats through the air and dampens the noise made experiencing this all the more magical.”

“My fingers are numb and I dread going back inside; the feeling that follows was always the worst.”

“It always irritated me when an untouched path was ruined with footprints.”

“The snow and I have a love-hate relationship.”

“Never let anyone tell you snow was light- they obviously haven’t tried shoveling their driveway.”

“The field was absolutely covered and it felt like I could easily get lost in the white.”

“I secretly loved when I was able to see my own breath. It made me feel like a dragon, in a childish way.”

“I had hopes that the snow would cancel the rest of my plans, but it didn’t.”

detectiveallsevendwarfs  asked:

Author's choice + yellow.

rubber duck | madzie | 500 words

Madzie lies at the bottom of the tub, gazing up at the bright yellow rubber duck floating above her. She’s too big to lay all the way down in the little tub, so her knees are hugged to her chest, feet propped up on the tiled wall. It’s still nice though. Everything always feels better underwater. It’s easier to breathe, as backwards as that would sound to most people.

But well. Most people don’t have gills.

She can hear Magnus pacing outside the door, obviously still upset. She feels badly, but it’s also partly why she’d come in here. This is the one place neither of them ever follow her, so she takes advantage of that, sometimes.

“Madzie, darling?” Magnus calls out softly.

Madzie closes her eyes. She hates how small his voice sounds. I did that, she thinks, her stomach dropping heavily with guilt.

She takes one last deep pull of water in through her gills, centering herself in the feeling, before slowly emerging from the tub. The ripples caused by her movement send the little rubber duck drifting away from her. He’s running away too, she thinks.

She hadn’t thought to grab her favorite bathrobe when she fled in here to hide, so she magics it in from her bedroom. She hasn’t quite mastered conjuring something directly onto her body, so instead it appears folded neatly on the counter and Madzie dons it quickly. The slightly too big hood (complete with floppy rabbit ears) falls down over her eyes. She hesitates for a moment before reaching into the tub to retrieve the duckling, tucking it into the pocket of her robe. It’s comforting.

She opens the door to find Magnus still standing outside, just as she suspects. With her bath hood drawn over her eyes, she can only really see him from the ankles down. She can’t really tell from his ankles whether he’s still upset with her, but she’s also too afraid to look up at his face.

“Have a good swim, guppy?” he asks her, just like he always does. She knows the familiar question is meant to make her feel better, but instead she feels worse.

“I’m sorry I messed up your potion,” she tells Magnus’s ankles, fiddling with the ties on her robe.

“Oh sweetheart,” Magnus says, crouching down to try to see her under her hood. “You didn’t ruin anything, okay? Potions are tricky things sometimes, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be fixed.”

She finally looks up at him then, and his steady gaze is gentle. Sincere.

“I’ll show you,” he tells her, reaching out a hand.

Madzie’s fingers rub idly along the smooth surface of the rubber duck in her pocket. Part of her longs to be back in the tub, submerged and safe.

But Magnus is still waiting, his hand outstretched patiently. She takes it, and the warmth of her small hand enclosed in his is instantly calming.

Maybe there’s safety on land too, as long as Magnus is there.

kurosmind  asked:

16 or 26! :D

“So… do I call you Your Majesty now?”

Fael grinned and turned as Linna strolled up the cobbled path of Skyhold’s garden, the light that managed to filter through the trees casting shadows like shifting water upon her skin. Quick as wit itself, she caught a piece of his smile and shone it back, her hair like fire, her eyes brighter than any sun. She was fourteen again. So was he.

“Well, that depends,” Fael replied lightly, reaching up to link his hands behind his head. “Does the title mean we have to bow and curtsy to each other? I’m not really sure I have time for that.”

She laughed, and it was exactly how he remembered it. Exactly how it should be, clear as a bell, leaping like a sparrow through the air.

“Do kings and queens really have to?” she asked as she closed the gap between them to stand at his side. A sapling, freshly planted, lay at their feet, reaching its delicate leaves towards the sky. Fael glanced across to see a faint smile on Linna’s lips, as though a stray thought had suddenly arrived to entertain her. “Or we could just change the rules,” she continued, glancing across, eyes glittering with amusement. “After all, we bent them once already.”

“Hm, true,” Fael agreed with a chuckle of his own. “The first friends King and Queen. That was what we decided.”

Linna scoffed. “What you decided!” She swatted him lightly on the arm to punctuate the sentence, then laughed again, her shoulders shaking. “I just happened to agree.” 

Fael made a theatrical show of rubbing where she had hit despite the utter absence of pain. The leaves on the trees shifted above them. He could see their shadows move - see Linna’s hair move - but felt no wind. 

He tucked his growing unease into a pocket and filled the space it left with a smirk. “Hey, come on, don’t give me that. Agreeing still counts!” 

They laughed until their lingering smiles led them into a comfortable silence. It wrapped them like a sheet, side by side, their eyes resting on the sapling with all the fondness of parents watching a child at play. Five delicate leaves, balanced on a frail stem, shifting in an absent wind. How little it would take for them to fall. 

Slowly, Fael became aware of a tugging sensation at the edge of his mind. Nagging. Distant, but insistent, growing stronger with each pull. He glanced across at his childhood friend, her freckled cheeks rosy and satisfied, lifted ever so slightly by that familiar faraway smile. He wanted to reach out - wanted to take her hand - but a traitorous part of him knew the truth. 

He would feel nothing.

“… Hey, Linna?”


Something in Fael’s stomach - something heavy - sank.

“How did we get here?”

Prompt #16 - In dreams. Based on this comic.

irrevocably-delicious  asked:

Soumako - "things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear" Please :)

(got longer than i anticipated ;;)

Due to an intense pounding in his head and the sudden and uncharacteristic consideration of his boss, Sousuke goes home an hour early. It’s the greatest mercy his boss could ever give him.

He doesn’t really remember the train ride or the walk to his apartment building, but both must’ve happened, because he’s riding the elevator up to his floor now. The doors slide open with a ping, and he drags himself down the hall and unlocks his and Makoto’s apartment with more experience than grace.

Makoto isn’t in the kitchen or living room, but the door of his bedroom is closed, so Sousuke assumes he’s home too. He doesn’t bother with a call of greeting, just drops his things and stumbles down the hall to his own room. An especially angry bolt of pain causes him to pause. He groans, leaning against the wall between the two bedroom doors for support, and shuts his eyes tight. Damn his stupid family and their migraine tendencies.

A high laugh behind Makoto’s door catches his attention. Shit, does Makoto have a girl over? He’s never been one to bring people Sousuke doesn’t know into their apartment, but maybe today’s different. Or maybe Makoto has girls over all the time when Sousuke’s not home. Whatever the case, Sousuke’s less than thrilled.

The girl laughs again, and this time, Sousuke vaguely recognizes it as Gou’s voice. He feels himself relax. She and Makoto must be skyping.

“Kou,” Sousuke hears Makoto groan, loud enough to hear clearly through the door. Curious despite himself, Sousuke moves closer to try and listen in to whatever they’re laughing about. “This is serious.”

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