Meme

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I'm doing some memes because I haven't contributed to society in a really long time and I figured that this is the sort of meme that it's interesting to read other people's responses too. So it's sort of like contributing to society (okay stfu).

Anyway, you can do both or just one, but I'm asking that you don't do every single letter on the first one (especially if you're going to do the second one too) because these things take time and I'm still kind of brain dead from working.

Meme 1: Choose your weapon
a) Write one or two sentences about a character you write that I also write/fangirl. Use no names, just pronouns. I will try to guess who it is.

b) Comment to this post with a subject for a top five (ships, songs, books, etc) you would like to see my answer. Be as specific or as broad as you'd like.

c) Name a character I write and I'll tell you how s/he lost her/his virginity.

d) Come up with the craziest theory you can think of for any of my fandoms, and I will explain why it makes perfect sense and is in fact probably true.

Meme 2:
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

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Here is your #2, please enjoy :D


Atobe watched with feigned disinterest as Echizen slowly slid into wakefulness; his eyes blinked slowly, as if he was submerged in water, opening a little wider with each bath of his eyelashes. Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes and looked around again before shifting positions slightly and stretching. Licking his lips, he looked around dazedly again, and Atobe was reminded of a cat napping in the afternoon sun; Echizen seemed to have no motivation to get up, to get going anywhere. He was slender and sleek like a cat, too, and when he stretched his arms above his head, Atobe was given just a glimpse of bare midriff as his jersey and shirt were lifted slightly. Crossing his arms and leaning against, the door, Atobe sighed and muttered to himself softly, "Of course Tezuka would get lucky, in the end."

Echizen's bleary gaze shifted towards him, and Atobe knew he shouldn't have said that aloud. "...Wha--?" Echizen asked, still not entirely awake, his words slurred with drowsiness. His hair, ruffled from sleep, shone faintly green in the warm lamp light, and, though it wasn't a look Atobe would have gone for himself, he looked positively adorable. Pushing away from the door, Atobe crossed the room leisurely, ruffling Echizen's hair and knowing there was no way Echizen was going to remember any of this in the morning. "I was just commenting that perhaps I ought to have taken the opportunity that your buchou assumed I would."

He was gratified when he was only met by a blank stare. With another dramatic sigh, Atobe turned his back and walked from the room, from the temptation of those pink lips, that smooth skin, the fogginess in those eyes that told Atobe that Echizen wouldn't push him away. "Get up, then, brat, Tezuka will be here at any minute."

Atobe secretly delighted when Tezuka arrived to find Echizen sound asleep, having laid back down once Atobe was gone, if only for the aggravated look on Tezuka's face and the accusing glare he shot Atobe. Even if Atobe had been responsible, had kept his hands to himself... well, Tezuka didn't have to know that, did he? It may have been three in the morning, but there was never, ever a bad time to antagonize Tezuka.