I might suck and not do the rest of my prompts today. The brain is being uncooperative.
This seems like a good moment to admit that in my trash fantasy version of Kaguya Island, NQS is the one who goes back in time and Loof Merrow falls in love with HER, because please.
I mean really, the scene where she cuts her hair, but FOR A WOMAN, and then her rising as royalty at the end, putting her on equal footing with her love, that’s my shit.
ooo, Haruka and Michiru, “This one’s on me”?
Tuesday nights where the only thing that could be considered her free night. She always took weekend duty when the residency director wrote the schedule and had labs or her own homework to do. Not to mention Mina deciding to cut into what little time off she had as well. That was why Tuesday nights where when she met her Engineering Society requirement to assist the freshmen who wanted help. If she wasn’t treasurer she could probably talk her way out of it, with her RA duties and all, but Haruka didn’t want to make it look like the exec staff didn’t care.
So every Tuesday at seven o’clock Haruka would set up camp with the log book on the back table, next to the outdated cabinet of index cards, and wait for those who needed help to arrive until it was ten and she could go back to her dorm. Some days it was boring, with no one coming, and some days were busy.
That had been her Tuesday night routine since the second week of the fall semester.
But Haruka was not the only one that had a Tuesday night routine, she learned. Haruka didn’t remember when the green haired girl started to show up, maybe she had been there from the start of the semester, but once Haruka did notice her she couldn’t stop seeing her around.
The girl would come in just after eight o’clock, carrying sketch books and her bag, and would sit at the table across from Haruka’s. She would then go get a thick book from the art history section (Haruka happened to be “stretching her legs” around the library one night to find out) and would set to work, swapping her attention between her laptop and the book. At nine, just before the beverage cart outside would close she would get up and buy herself a tea, then head back to work.
Haruka passed off knowing all this as just a consequence of seeing her weekly. Mina would write it off as obsession and being close to a stalker. That’s why Haruka has never mentioned this routine to her friend. That and the fact that Mina would create some elaborate and loud way to tell her to talk to the girl, and Haruka didn’t put it past her to do it during her Tuesday night library hours, possibly ruining any chance that she would have.
Tonight was going to be different. Tonight was the night to put Operation Hello into effect.
At eight o’clock, like clockwork, the girl walked into the library and took her regular spot across from Haruka. She retrieved a book from the shelves and started her work for the night. Now all Haruka had to do was wait.
At eight forty-five Haruka excused herself from the freshman she was helping, promising to be back momentarily. The girl at the other table was still deep into her work as Haruka stepped out of the library and headed to the beverage cart. Taking out her food card from her Engineering Society hoodie’s front pocket Haruka bought a bottle of the tea that she had seen the other girl drink often.
Walking back to her table in the library Haruka deposited the tea next to the green haired girl’s book. The other girl looked up confused, having caught the placement in the corner of her eye. Haruka just smirked. “This one’s on me.” And then went back to helping the freshmen.
Yesss I love this so much
Alright I think I’m going to do the rest of the prompts I got tomorrow.
THIS HAS BEEN FUN THANK ALL FOR PARTICIPATING.
Michiru and Haruka, “Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?”
It felt silly, but sometimes it was the little things Haurka
enjoyed most—the ordinary things, everyday life but a way she hadn’t been sure
she’d ever experience it. Right now, for example, she and Michiru were merely
walking through a department store, ostensibly there for a sauce pan but
looking at everything, since Michiru knew Haruka liked to. There was a certain
delight to be had in imagining uses for things, and even more in having Michiru
at her side.
“Would a bookshelf like that look good in my apartment?”
Michiru laughed and leaned in close. “I think you’d look
good carrying it up the stairs.”
Haruka blushed.
They wandered up to the top floor, where a little corner was
walled off with glass. Inside were racks of white dresses with a mannequin wearing
one in front. Lace sloped off its plastic shoulders, a ribbon cinched at its
tiny artificial waist.
“Do you think when we get married, you’ll wear something
like that?” Haruka looked down with a smile that fell as her own words hit her.
Her blood ran cold. “I mean. When you
get married, not necessarily to me, or maybe you won’t get married, I dunno, we
never– Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?” She willed herself the ability
to time travel, just once, to thirty seconds ago.
But Michiru took her hands. “I don’t like pretending much.”
She stood on tip toe to kiss Haruka’s cheek. “Maybe it’s time for us to talk
about it.”
“You think so?” Haruka fought down her smile, just in case.
“I do. It’s definitely getting silly for us not to at least
live together. And…” For the first time that Haruka had seen, Michiru blushed. “I
rather like the idea of a future with you.”
Haruka could not but laugh with joy and relief as she
wrapped Michiru in her arms. “I do, too.”
ahahaha don’t get me wrong, i’m 500% Haruka here. Titanic is one of my favorite movies, even just listening to the soundtrach gets me teary sometimes.
and thanks!
Harumichi s season “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…”
OKAY THIS IS SET DURING THEIR FIRST BATTLE AFTER HARUKA AWAKENS.
–
Michiru was unsure how to feel about Haruka never mentioning
her confession. Granted, she’d done her best to convey Haruka should forget
about it, that any feelings didn’t matter in light of their mission, but part
of her was consumed with wondering. Did Haruka think her frivolous? Did she
feel anything back? She’d walked away, that first day, but had it been from
Michiru or from Neptune?
Michiru felt frivolous worrying about these things, when
there was so much more going on. It played in her mind even now, in battle,
each time Haruka called her Neptune. What
do you think of me? She thought as Haruka called for her to watch out. Are we nothing more than partner soldiers?
She loosed an attack at the monster. It dodged, making a bound toward Uranus. Michiru
turned, expecting to see Haruka prepping an attack.
Instead, she saw Haruka looking at her. Michiru could not
tell separate her deepest hopes from reality, but it almost seemed as though…
The monster landed a hard blow to Haruka’s stomach, sending
her falling back.
Panic and rage united in Michiru. This time her attack did
not miss. The monster died with a scream and MIchiru dove to Haruka’s side.
“I’m alright, don’t worry,” Haruka wheezed. She sat up and
rubbed her diaphragm.
“You have to stay alert,” Michiru chided. “That could have—“
“I know, won’t happen again. Just.” Haruka looked up to the
sky. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say.”
Michiru bit her tongue. She’d been trained all her life for
composure, but never had it been as hard as now. “What is it?”
“Well, ah…” Haruka apparently found the clouds very
interesting. “You… I mean I… do you…” She finally looked down, to Michiru.
Her face froze for a long moment. “Do you…” She blushed very red and turned
away. “Do you have any control over the outfits? Skirts aren’t really my thing.”
Hope she hadn’t meant to hold deflated in Michiru’s chest. “No,
I’m afraid to say I don’t.”
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“No, we only get into social interactions to shag, just like straight people.” -,-“
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AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY I’M SO SERIOUSLY INTO WRITING AND PROMOTING THE BROTP
THE BROTP IS SO SO IMPORTANT.
I always debate trying to explain things to my sister over the phone, but I tried to explain how like, along with being like ‘normal” friendships between women, there’s also so many shared experiences for us to relate to each other on, and we support each other, and just. WLW FRIENDSHIPS ARE SUPER IMPORTANT.
My sister legit asked me if it’s normal/possible for wlw to be just friends.
straight people i swear
Haruka and MIna and literally ANY OF THEM, but also “I can’t unsee that”
I WENT ROOMMATE AU FOR THIS I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND.
—-
On Mina’s road to stardom, she took the little blessings
amid the muck of long greasy days and rich patrons who never tipped. Today, her
blessing was being told to go home early. Granted, it was less because her
manager had taken pity on her and much more because her performance as the
exuberant, ever-gracious waitress had begun to crack under the weight of “Table
for fifteen” and “I said well-done not burnt,” but that didn’t matter. She had
a Friday night to do real Friday night things for once. The plan was to stop
off at home to change, maybe grab Haruka if she wasn’t busy, and hit the town.
And judging by the singing Minako heard as she put her key
in the door, Haruka was indeed not busy.
She didn’t notice Minako come in. Her laptop was on the
couch, the end credits of Titanic playing across the screen. Haruka had
apparently abandoned her blanket-nest in against the other sofa arm, now in the
middle of a dramatic dance as she sang along with Celine Dion. Her face was
still tear-streaked. She’d dug out a t-shirt that must have been nearly twenty
years old, her hand pressed against Kate Winslet’s face as she clutched her
heart.
“Whatcha doin’, buddy?”
Haruka froze for a full bar, then dove to shut her laptop. “Nothing!
Nothing. You saw nothing.”
“Ohoho, buddy, I can’t unsee that.”
Haruka crossed her arms over her chest, unable to hide the
design completely. “You’re never home this early.”
“Yeah, it’s a treat. God, do you do this every Friday?”
“No! Of course not!” But Haruka withered under her gaze. “Sometimes
Mako comes over and we watch movies together.”
“Oh buddy. My sweet, delicate friend. We’re going out
tonight, and I’m going to get you laid.”
“But I’m tired, today at the shop—“
“Please, if you’re tired, it’s because you just cried for
three straight hours.” Minako dragged her to her bedroom. “Now, pick out your
butchly best, and I’ll find us a nice gay bar.”