call me out || september 2018

[kumous]

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WISHLIST.

PROMPTS.

Call Me Out.

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☆ Click the CHARACTERS button for who I'm most excited to play, but feel free to request from my muselist if you don't mind slightly slower tags!
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Anastasia

★★★★★

Dice Arisugawa

★★★★★

Impey Barbicane

★★★★★

Jae-ha

★★★★★

Lili An

★★★★★

Baren Kumou

★★★★☆

Hifumi Izanami

★★★★☆

Tenka Kumou

★★★★☆

Chiaki Morisawa

★★★☆☆

Count Saint-Germaine

★★★☆☆

Katsuki Bakugou

★★★☆☆

& the rest by request

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SHIPPY☐ someone please reject one of my characters i'll pay you $20
☐ i'd also pay for a breakup thread
☐ then the awkward trying to be friends after
☐ OR timeskip a few years 'but i'm still in love with you'
☐ arranged marriage would be the best thanks
☐ 2/3rds of this chart are fair game (i'm too weak for horny,,)
☐ any sappy morning prompt
☐ slow dancing, i love dancing threads
☐ crazy rich (possibly royal?) wedding
☐ even being stressed but getting ready for weddings
☐ soulmate shit, i love literally all soulmate shit
☐ sparring that leads to makeouts thanks
☐ dumb puppy love
☐ fwbs getting feelings
☐ long distance texting

'dana you've played some of these already' what's your point!!!

NOT EXPLICITLY SHIPPY☐ pillow fort would be adorable
☐ hey we're neighbors now but you're a fuckin weirdo
☐ i also love platonic soulmates thanks
☐ wingman antics
☐ bucket list antics
☐ characters playing bad party games is always a fav like
☐ fuck, marry, kill
☐ truth or drink
☐ stargazing
☐ camping or glamping
☐ sad goodbyes
☐ reunions (possibly with game cr?)

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These are other favs in case your wishlist and mine don't line up!

★ Caught in the Rain
★ Intimate Bathing
★ Morning After
★ Pocky Game
★ Body Heat
★ Insomnia
★ Random Scenario
★ Flower Message

Comments

the least sexy morning after imaginable

[intoningly]

[ Zero stands in the doorway of the bedroom, a box of cereal under her arm; free hand elbow deep in the box. For awhile she just stands there, shoveling mouthfuls into her mouth and crunching loudly.

And then, she ever so delicately takes a single piece of cereal between her fingers and flings it across the room, aiming somewhere around his face. ]

Hey, wake up.


[ And she just

keeps doing that. ]

You seen my underwear? I can't find it.

[ She has co-opted a hoodie that is far too large for her instead. ]

Also you're out of milk.

[ She's still throwing cereal. ]

[crudest]

[how much did he have to drink

baren grumbles irritably at that even as he turns his head and opens his mouth to catch the next piece of cereal that comes flying his way. after a few half-awake crunches he sighs and decides he can no longer avoid this half-dressed hellion in his room. with a stray hand he brushes the cereal bits off his face and then tosses them in his mouth, sitting up and stretching]

Did you fucking empty my fridge.

[he's pretty good about groceries, thanks!! and then he hits the other question:]

I don't know, did you slip it off somewhere else? The living room? Hallway? If it's in the cab we took, you're on your own getting it back.

[what a surprise that would be,]

for sibbu.

[moonlands]

[continued from here!]

Sheesh, don't scare me like that. I thought you ended up losing your mind - can you imagine if you started smelling bad? You'd have to rethink your whole gentleman thief schtick.

Heroes can't have B.O.

[WHAT A TRAGEDY THAT'D BE

anyway they're also literally no closer to figuring out how to get these clothes off impey. yike.]

for bellalalalalala.

[constellates]

[No one expects their first love to last forever.

They'd told her how foolish it was to think that she found the love of her life at fifteen - not directly, because no one could ever be so rude to Anya, but there was something in their eyes that made it clear that they found the idea naive. Still, she believed. She believed because Tsukasa's voice could always manage to set her heart at ease, because she felt like she would go anywhere if it meant that she could keep his hand in hers, and because her adoration was so all-encompassing that there was no room for doubt.

... but being an idol has so many variables.

Schedules, false press, keeping secrets for the sake of appearances - and then one day Anya was given the chance to return to Russia for a few years.

And she took it.

And everyone who said that her first love didn't stand a chance of lasting forever were right.

... mostly.

It's not that she hasn't tried to move on, because no one's first love should color the rest of their life - but it's never quite the same. Maybe she should know better than to follow news about Knights, maybe she should be more careful with her own heart, maybe she should delete his number from her phone - but she doesn't do any of those things. Everything lives in her phone, as well as in her heart, even three years later when she's stepping off a plane to return to Japan to resume more traditional idol work.

Her schedule takes her to a taping for a commercial - to a crowded studio where many different stars are going about their business. She's arrived a little early just to make sure nothing's changed since she last worked in the area, but something about it is all still very dazzling to her. With eyes that dart everywhere and an ever-present smile, she walks - until she rounds the corner and bumps into someone, startled into losing her footing as she reaches out to hold onto the poor passerby. And in her mother tongue, as always:]

Извините!

fo arararara.

[sundays]

[It's not like he wants to go.

Four is his friend - and he sincerely believes that their life together is fine. It's not the valor and heroism that Chiaki had dreamt of as a boy... but he's never been unhappy about it. He's never felt like he was missing anything. It was a faulty mission that led him to her in the first place - the fall from a cliffside, getting washed away in a river, and brought far from home to someplace completely new. In this uncharted land, he'd found her, and quickly found a second home at her side.

He'd always put off the idea of leaving - up until his old comrades found him instead. Even as much as it filled his heart to see them, to receive news that they were determined to bring him back... it equally broke at the idea of leaving her alone.

So even as he's idly looking over all his possessions, thinking about the best way to pack them all up... he looks back over to her and says again - ]

You know, I can always turn them down.

I won't go, if you don't want me to.

[He hints - as if waiting for confirmation that she doesn't want him to go either.

He's always been a bit of a fool... even more so when it comes to her.]

[intoningly]

I already went through all your stuff. No spare thongs in sight.

[ I mean she had to keep herself entertained while he was asleep? Zero continues munching contentedly as she walks further into the room and sits on the edge of the bed. Or rather, sits on his legs. ]

And no, I didn't empty your fridge. Just your milk– and all the other shit I felt like eating. It's been awhile since I've had salami that does't taste like latex.

[ She jumps slightly, if only in the name of causing discomfort. ]

Still hungry though– how bout' some real breakfast lover boy?

[1/2]

[crudest]

You're so gross, I'm trying to remember why I let you into my bed.

[because she's hot and not interested in commitment?

yeah that'd do it]

[crudest]

[anyway given that this is baren and it's too early for him to be pissy about his privacy being invaded (not that he keeps any of his interesting stuff at his own apartment anyway), he'll just sit up properly and wrap one arm around her waist and the other goes underneath her knees to bring her closer - so that she's not sitting on his legs but on his lap since that's more comfortable for him and he's a piece of shit]

Don't call me lover boy again and I'll even ask you how you want your eggs.

[stressweets]

[ Knights is a unit that is very, very close—or becomes so—fortunate, that, but closeness equals... He's suffered a lot of teasing about his crush (his first love, Arashi calls it oh-so-fondly; and then, repeats such a thing more and more later, when the crush extends further and further, when it remains after Anya leaves—and he is happy for her, would have encouraged her to do the same—when it still rests inside his breast, within his phone.

Maybe he should have called her, but the idol industry—the entertainment industry—keeps him busy. His family even more so, given his status as the heir to the Suou... everything. He grows and he thinks of her fondly, wonders if she thinks of him...

(He gets teased for that, too. Such a romantic, Suo~! I love that about you!)

For the day, though, only two members of his unit are here—himself and Ritsu, for a makeup commercial. It isn't the strangest one they've been asked to shoot (really, Arashi and Izumi both get called in for that type of work pretty often), but for them to have chosen who they did... is a little weird. But work is work, and he's happy to perform it—even with how hectic this studio in particular can be, proven doubly by bumping into someone. He steadies her with a hand on her shoulder, his own apology on his lips, nearly springing from his tongue, but this voice—

that language—

brilliant silver hair and beautiful blue eyes, things he's only seen in his memories, his pictures, his dreams... What spills from his lips isn't what should; instead it's a name, wrapped in pleased surprise and warmth: ]

Anya-chan?

[intoningly]

[ Zero lets herself be moved, still very much crunching on literal mouthfuls of cereal. She gulps it down loudly and with not an ounce of grace, before tilting her head to frown up at him. ]

Don't remember being so gross when you let me blow you in hallway outside your apartment, asshole.

[ But anyway, now that that's settled it's time to discuss more important things. ]

But fine, I can make sacrifices for this to work. Scrambled or an omelette, I hate seeing separate yolks and whites. Shit makes my skin crawl.

[ She licks the frosted sugar from the cereal clean off her fingers like a fucking five year old. ]

I'd offer to help, but as you can see my hands are dirty. Wouldn't want to contaminate anything.

[servileness]

[ Four had run away from home, from the duties her older sister wanted all her siblings to share. The burden of being in charge of so many people ate away at her until she couldn't handle it, and so she ran. It was shameful, but for what reason did she have to be responsible for usurping some corrupt leader, saving and giving peace to a bunch of fools who didn't know their front from their back?

It wasn't hard for her to procure funds and property once she was far away from her family and where they were waging a revolution. She had her ways: stealing and killing for "justice".

(Her well-being is justice.)

It was not long after she set up her new identity that Chiaki washed up into her life. At first, he was annoying. He was too annoying with his talk that was too reminiscent of One or Two. He made her homesick and angry all at once.

He made this uncharted land feel like it could be home. He made her feel like maybe she could be worth something without doing much, and then all those feelings dropped into an abyss as soon as his friends found them.

Oh, she treated them well. She's prim and caring to a saccharine degree. She knows how to play the part of a gracious host, plastering on a grateful and relieved smile that Chiaki and his friends have finally been reunited. She's happy for him, she told him. He should should go back to where he belongs.

(Couldn't it be with her? Shouldn't it be with her? He should stay. He shouldn't go. He'll only die.)

Four is seated, watching him try to pack, the holes in her heart only growing larger, deeper, darker. ]

You've always wanted to be a hero. You can't be that at my side, can you? Go.

[ Her smile is tremulous but encouraging. Her hands are folded in her lap, but if he looks closely, they're shaking. She's a supportive friend who'll miss him.

Only someone who isn't a fool can tell otherwise. ]

[crudest]

[well.

she has a point.

he seems to shrug a little bit, conceding her point. yeah, that was more great than gross and as if in silent thank you he'll press a kiss to her temple and then not saying a damn thing about it otherwise]

It's somewhere between cute and naive that you think you can convince me that you're capable of anything domestic ever - even if you wanted to, which you don't.

[and then like that he's gonna lift her off his lap and give her a push back onto her feet to get up.

but it's not like he minds literally any of this??? he'll get out of bed too, grabbing a pair of sweatpants to put on so that they make one lazy fucking outfit between the two of them. he's making the bed before he feeds her though, thanks]

[constellates]

[It's him.

Her head immediately looks up at the sound of his voice - that voice saying her name after so long - and her eyes widen in recognition. His red hair, his unfathomably kind eyes, and the hand on her shoulder and the way that he seems to recognize her -

Fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt before she seems to think better of it and she tests his name on her lips - ]

Tsukasa...?

[But it is, isn't it?

The confusion quickly gives way to delight, the spread of a smile across her lips an as soon as she's steady again, she's rocking forward and throwing both arms around her neck even though she maybe should think better of it, even though it's been so long and maybe he doesn't feel the same way that she does, but -

But there's fireworks going off in her chest and the sparks are spreading to her fingertips and he needs to know, if she could just try to get the words across.]

Да...! It is me - your Anya!

[intoningly]

[ She doesn't protest, but she does make an annoyed face when he plants an unexpectedly chaste kiss on. She wipes her hands on the front of the sweatshirt. ]

And you're just fucking Male Martha Stewart, aren't you?

[ There's no malice in how she says it. If anything it's punctuated with the slightest bit of affection. ]

For the record I can cook just fine. My stupid sisters are fat and alive, aren't they? They didn't come out of the womb knowing how to use a stove.

[ And with that she wanders out of the room and towards the kitchen, yelling down the hallway as she does so he can hear her. ]

If you find my underwear in those sheets bring them with you!

[ A long shot, because she's pretty sure they were gone before she ever stepped foot into his bedroom. ]

[crudest]

[Without missing a beat, he calls after her:]

Mac and cheese isn't the fine cuisine you think it is, dumbass! And put the cereal back where you found it!!

[EVERYTHING HAS A PLACE IN THIS HOUSE, OKAY. But also yeah, he doesn't even fucking try to look for her damn underwear because he also knows for a fact that it absolutely did not make it inside the bedroom. Only once his bed is neatly fixed from whatever raunchy antics they got up to does he actually go to follow her.]

I ate you out on the couch to trade once we got inside, didn't I - did you check the living room? Maybe you flung it somewhere.

[this is perfectly fine conversation as he goes to the fridge to get eggs]

If my sister finds a thong laying around I'm not going to hear the end of it, so you better fucking locate it before she does.

[stressweets]

[ His Anya.

His cheeks flare up unbidden, at the open affection and the wording; he catches her, arms around her middle, and laughs. Wow, it really is her, isn't it...? She's so pretty, but she always has been. She's so warm and open, but she always has been. ...He's glad she hasn't changed too much, even if this is a little embarrassing.

Still, he's happy, so he'll let himself indulge in this a little while longer. They're old friends, reunited; Tsukasa's sure they're allowed this bit of a display. ]

Yes, yes, it's your Tsukasa. [ reflecting her phrasing right back at her. ] Anya-chan... It's been some time, hasn't it? I hope you've been well.

[ She looks like she has been, at least. He bites back a grin and wonders how long it's appropriate to hold her, before he should pull away... Maybe now. No, a few moments more... Just to calm his rabbit heart, just to let the warmth invading his face lessen. (Can she hear it? He can feel his heart on his rib cage; can she? Oh, that's really embarrassing, maybe she can—) ]

Are you here for work as well?

Anya~

[cheetahsenpai]

[Kuramochi checked the time before he did one last sweep of his apartment. He wanted to make sure that everything was ready for Anya's visit. She finally had some time off to visit him even if he told her that she could use the time to rest. However, every time he bought it up Anya told him she would make time. Kuramochi knew by now that arguing with her wouldn't work so they set up a date to meet on the weekend. Anya would be on break, Kuramochi wouldn't have any classes, everything worked out!

It didn't stop his heart from pounding when time inched closer and closer to her arrival. Kuramochi did his best to stay calm. Sure, she may be an idol now, but she made time for him something that he really appreciated. It was Anya! One of his oldest friends! Who just happened to be so pretty, sweet, and nice...he can't be thinking like that now! Everything will be fine, they'll play games, eat, then Anya can go home to relax, it will work out!

Kuramochi nearly jumped when the doorbell rang. It's only Anya! There's no need for him to be so nervous. He wiped his hands on his jeans on the way to the door.]

Hey! I can't believe a big idol is visiting me.

[constellates]

[Her Tsukasa.

Being able to hear those words back makes her expression warm even more, even when she didn't think that it was possible for her cheeks to grow any redder. She giggles at his greeting and tries not to think about how truly at home it feels to return to his arms. Her friends had all been excited for her return, of course, but it finally feels like the last puzzle piece has fallen into place.]

Mm...! Коммерческая. Anya is working on a commercial today. The first one since I have been back to Japan...

[She explains that easily and - if he's not letting go, then neither is she. Even if she seems to realize their position now, how she's still holding onto him, and the way that her heartbeat has picked up to match the speed of a hummingbird's wings.

This feeling is so familiar, her heart aches with the realization.]

... I should have let you know that I am back...

Я скучал по тебе. [And then a proper translation to Japanese, a beat later even as she meets his eyes and admits:] I missed you.

[intoningly]

[ Zero rolls her eyes, but she does indeed stick the box of cereal back in the pantry (still open, without a clip to keep it from going stale mind you) before she seats herself comfortably on a kitchen counter. ]

Obviously, that was the first place I looked.

[ Her feet swing against the counter in an almost childish way. She's in rare form, looking and acting much more like her age than she does usually. ]

What? Don't tell me your sister doesn't know you bring people back here and and take em' to pound town.

[ She can live with never finding her underwear if it means Baren gets yelled at honestly. ]

Besides! You're the one who didn't wanna' come back to my place.

[crudest]

My place is nicer.

[For the record: Baren has never been to Zero's place. He is just by default assuming that his place is nicer.

But he moves in his own kitchen like he's working on autopilot - which he sort of is. It's natural for him to cook meals for two, even though the second person is often his sister. But it means he doesn't have to think too hard about serving sizes, bringing out extra ingredients to make omelettes apparently.

Though he will reach into the cupboard to fix the cereal before Zero ruins his fruit loops like she ruins everything else.]

And how much my sister knows about my life sounds a lot like none of your business.

[... said just as easily as anything else though - Baren's tendency to keep secrets sure is a thing.]

for eliiiiiiii.

[alttitude]

[ . . . comparatively speaking, this world was a bit mundane.

Perhaps that's why there are rumors of a cosplayer wandering around the shopping complex where Evan works, as Jae-ha peers in through the shops to try to find him. He'd been able to figure out that he could be found around here - an exchange of letters helped with that much - but the problem is that Jae-ha sure does stand out.

Still, he'll act like everything has gone Completely According to Plan as he finally finds Evan and smiles - ]

Ah - there you are!

[he tried]

[intoningly]

[ Spoilers: he's right, her apartment is an absolute dump

Zero, to her credit, brushes it off. Shrugging and watching him work with an amused smile. ]

Whatever– if and when she finds my panties, let her know they were a parting gift from me, will you?

[ She pulls her legs up so that she can shift and sit cross-legged on the counter. ]

You know.. you sure are cagey for someone who just offered to make breakfast for their bootycall. If I was someone who thought about this kind of shit more, these would be some pretty mixed signals.

for mariiiieeee

[alttitude]

[Jae-ha's a bit late.

Who knew that it would take a while to wrap up an entire plot of political intrigue and magic? Who could've possibly guessed that?

Regardless, he makes good on his promise and once some time has passed for him, he makes sure to tap into that power he wrote for himself out of the ink to go and travel the worlds. So wherever it is that Sanji is, whether that's on the ocean blue or on some weird One Piece island, Jae-ha is going to suddenly and exaggeratedly come falling out of the sky to land riiiiight behind Sanji.]

Oh Cheeeeeef!

[He laughs proudly - ]

I've come to take you away. ♥

[thanks for fucking up a nice reunion right off the bat, jae-ha]

for kiakia

[alttitude]

[in some alternate universe where jae-ha doesn't suck and didn't turn her down oh my god i still can't believe that happened -

He wants to take her to see every single inch of the universe - and to be honest, the beach sounds like a nice start. At heart, he's a pirate, and more often than not he finds himself missing the ocean. Of all the sights in the world, it really manages to be one of his favorites. Why wouldn't he want to share that with her?

So he knocks on her door - and hums a little note that betrays his happiness.]

My dearest Cardia, are you ready to go?

[He still has to carry her over - but they're at least staying somewhere that isn't too far from the coast.]

[crudest]

Still gross.

[She's still.

So gross.

And he ages about 20 years in 2 seconds from that first comment and he makes sure that she can hear it in his voice.

... meanwhile, the rest of it makes him laugh - the grin spreading on his face spun from sheer entertainment.]

You think I'd make you breakfast if I thought there was a chance in hell you'd actually put any stock in it? Please. [god he's such a dick. but he pauses in cutting up some veggies just to place a finger underneath her chin, tilting her face toward him so he can claim another kiss, soft despite the following words:] Do me a favor and stay as you are - so I can trust you'll sooner kill me than fall in love with me.