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Send me ζ for my muse to drunkenly confess something to yours
“Ahri, listen.”
“I have always thought that you were a furry fuck but also fuck furries…which is to say fuck you, like I don’t know? Fuck me too I guess? I need more alcohol, what is happening? Are we there yet? What do you mean we haven’t gone anywhere? The room is moving.”
➨ >:-)
She was just minding her own business in the shop. It was an ordinary day, save for having Ahri around to bother her as she tried to play with the instruments she had laying around.
She was so used to it that she hardly registered the fact that Ahri had slipped behind her as she was plugging in her guitar to the amp.
Smack! Did she just--?
A yelp was heard followed by another slap. She had just slapped Ahri in the face.
Shit.
~♡♡♡~
(leading up to that five times kissed drabbles hAH)
This was bad. Her parents were downstairs and here she was, pinned against the wall. Half-dressed and with a hand going up the inside of her thigh, if she might add.
They were all supposed to have dinner together after Lapis finished cooking. Well, she was finished cooking but she didn't know Ahri followed her up the to her room when she said she'd change her shirt after spilling sauce on it. She really should have worn an apron.
"Ahri, no stop...ah!"
She felt Ahri's lips on her neck and just melted. God. It took a glance toward the doorway to snap her out.
"--stop! Oh god, stop right now!"
"Aqua, I can explain!"
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Meme;
⊕ : Talents/hobbies headcanon1. Music; Though he doesn't do it as much as he used to when he was younger, Gokudera does know how to play the piano, had learned from his birth mother before her death. He has a black spinet piano the he'll use to practice the melodies and music his mother had taught him. He'll usually be found playing the piano when he's feeling nostalgic.2. Reading; He tends to read a lot; usually any books he can find that may or may not mention U.M.A's. As well any books he can find on explosives/fireworks, having taken in interest in them from a old family friend he'd admired.3. Puzzles; He's always looking for the next puzzle that will take more than a couple of minutes/hours to complete. 4. Creativity; Though he doesn't do it often, he'll write short stories here and there, particularly when he's bored in class; he keeps them in a notebook that he keeps hidden from those around him (mostly because he's working on creating his own language and doesn't want anyone but himself to know it, at least not until it’s done.) He's also taken to composing his own music.
Are you a guitar player? 'Cause you just plucked my bra strings.
"Ahri, please don't call me while I'm at work. People are going to hear your pornstar voice and I don't want to be known as the music store owner on call with a sex line operator while on the job."
❍ u ❍ (look i made a face)
Send me a ❍ and my muse will write something romantic about yours!
Was it still consideredspring cleaning if it was the beginning of August?— Regardless, that was howBrawly had been addressing his herculean task and he would not be changing itup now. Most of the tough stuff had been completed; all that was really leftwas the detailing of his drawers. What a pain. It ended up being the mosttime-consuming of goals if only because he’d become distracted by each andevery memory a find would blast at him.
He was digging through thedrawers beneath his bed now, and there were a LOT of papers to sort through.Who’d have thought that he’d be such a hoarder for paper items?! But, one halfcrumpled piece caught his eye as he tugged it out, eyebrow raising as heflipped it over, searching for writing or print of any kind.
And there it was.Handwriting? What—…some unfurling later revealed that it was an unfinishedletter, kind of. His eyes darted to the top—it was marked with an “Ahri”.
A blast from the past indeed.He cringed, remembering its origins—Brawly wasn’t good with words, not all ofthe time. He’d find that, sometimes, if he wrote down what he wanted to say, itwould come out a lot smoother when the time to speak finally came. He wasn’t anatural borne speaker—he practiced.
And here was something hehadn’t bothered trying to finish.
“—was a mistake. I look atyou and I see potential for a really neat future that you implied you don’twant. And I guess I don’t know you that well, but I’ll be damned if I said Ididn’t want to get to know you better. There’s only so much one night can tellsomeone, but your eyes told so much more–…?”
He flushed at his ownwriting, growling under his breath and re-crumpling the page up. He must have realized how idiotic he’d sounded before trying to finish and execute this talk...
Some thingswere better left unfound. And so! That was enough springcleaning for the year.
☼ (cackling in distance)
> Send me ☼ and I will describe your muse in three words.
She’s too hot
Makes me happy
✿ !!
Send a ✿ to my inbox and my muse will fill this out about yours!
A thought about them that they’d never share: “I’m not saying I’m jealous of her chest but–”First impression of them: “She’s too drunk to be outside or talking to me for that matter.”Favorite thing about them: “All the affection she gives me makes me feel safe. I really like that. It’s just– it’s good.” Least favorite thing about them: “If she could stop biting my neck, that would really be great. I don’t want to have to wear turtlenecks in the summer. It would be suspicious.”Hopes for their future relationship: “…I don’t know. I just don’t know what to expect with Ahri. It’s a little hard to say what’s going to happen between us. If there is anything between us in the first place.”
✿ >:-)
19: underwater kiss(YAAAAAS)
She loved affection. Another thing she loved was water.
Put the two together and well…that made for a great day in her books. When she pulled Ahri down to the beach was quite the experience. She was a little hesitant to bring Ahri to the ocean which she so loved. She didn’t particularly bring people who were so close to her. Well, close in a different sense.
She just couldn’t help herself.
Pulling Ahri closer was one thing, pressing her lips to hers was another. It was exciting, so close together, skin against skin. She could feel Ahri’s teeth dig into her lip and it felt like Ahri really did have fangs. Just like a fox. No no, Ahri was not a fox. She was human, like her.
Eventually, they had to come out of the water for air.
