#anya you're drunk go home

[catmonk]

Straight as a Spy

Part One Part Two Note

Yuri Briar x Loid Forger

Yuri woke up with his head in someone’s lap- someone who wasn’t Yor. Slam. He elbowed the stranger in the gut, holy shit were they made of iron. He looked up to see their face only to realize it was the handsome stranger from last night. Oh no. He was saving himself for marriage.

“Oh, you pack quite a punch. Yuri, I can't thank you enough for marrying me last night.”

What.

“I made this myself.” Lo- Forger leaned over to the side of the couch, and pulled up a tray that smelled amazing. 

It wasn't too late to kill everyone in the room and make an escape. No one would suspect anything. No, Forger had a daughter. He couldn't kill someone’s Yor. Well, a quick bite before interrogation wouldn't hurt. 

It didn't work out that way. 

Yuri found himself scarfing down the whole plate. Hmph. Forger might be a tall, handsome, considerate doctor, but it's going to take a lot more than a decent meal to earn approval. 

“You're lying. I can't remember anything from last night.”

“Ah that makes sense. I was quite drunk too, but luckily one of us remembers something. I told you about how I needed to get married to enroll my daughter into Eden Academy, and you proposed to me using a paper ring you made on the spot- it was very cute.”

Yuri felt his ears burn, he definitely remembered that part.

“Anyways, we walked down city hall which was possibly a choice made far too drunk. After the papers were completed, you collapsed and I had to carry you back here. I pulled in a favor from a friend at the courthouse and got our marriage backdated a year, so it wouldn't look too suspicious to the academy.”

“And what would you know about what looks suspicious or not. To protect my sister, I've eliminated all sorts of threats to this country. Who says you won't be one of them.” Forger didn't know Yuri was a secret police officer, but his cover story was that he worked for the government so it wasn't a far stretch.

“Wow, you're really bad at pretending to not be a secret police officer.”

What.

“How do you know that.” Yuri’s hand gripped hard on the glass of water that was on the breakfast tray. He forgot his gun in his locker, dammit.

“You told me yourself last night when we were signing the papers.” Forger had a stupid stupid smile on his face like Yuri wasnt considering the best way to kill him. “Don't worry, I won't tell your sister. Everyone has a secret self they don't show to other people, not to friends… not to lovers... not even to family. I understand.”

“I see. Well, if we are to act as a married couple, I'll be moving in tomorrow.” Yuri was doing this because he wouldn't let his secret reach Yor, because he needed dirt on Forger. Nothing else.

A moving van rumbled through Berlint. It arrived shortly at a home harboring a very unusual family. A home riddled with secrets. A home where Anya was currently hiding behind Papa’s legs, looking up at the stranger.

“Welcome to Anya’s house!”

*So this is the spawn from Forger’s previous marriage.* Anya wasn't sold on this man.

Nonetheless, she took a deep breath. Papa needed her help on his super duper important mission. 

“Can I call you Old Man like Bondman does?”

“No…call me Sir.” 

She didn't even have to read Papa’s mind to know what face he was making.

“Why doesn't Anya call you Father instead? Sir seems a bit…impersonal.”

“Mm.”

“Well that's settled, after we sort out the boxes, shall we practice for the interview?”

Greatful for all reblogs

ok so the ** is basically like the little sparks around anyas head whenever she mindreads in the manga Im following the manga but yuri doesnt get alot of apprearences toe events might be slightly out of order hard to characterize someone who doesnt appear often ill propably get a new chapter up soonish, unfortunately theyve been short, not satified with that but it might take longer im impatient tho being gramatically correct really breaks up the flow sumtmes

#spy x family #sxf #sxf fanfic #loid forger x yuri briar #catmonk works #loid x yuri #yuri briar #loid forger #character x character

[sweethome-silly-thoughts]

✿•*`•.¸✯≫ Random Scenario (ig ??) || Cha Hyun-Su/Yoon Ji-Su

\NO MONSTERS AU/

-❀•≫ Okay so I was listening to Downtown by Anya Taylor-Joy (listen to it. It's good) and since I love daydreaming about Sweet Home with my fav songs it just. Kinda made me think abt Ji-Su and Hyun-Su a bit 💔

-❀•≫ As I said, Ji-Su tends to call him when she's drunk at 3am and he tends to get her to keep her safe and not let her alone in the streets that late

-❀•≫ He doesn't go out a lot, and it felt a bit anxiety inducing at first, but slowly he got used to it and going out late was a bit of a "comforting" thing, less noise, less agressive lights, and he can go out with short sleeves without ppl looking at his arm weird

-❀•≫ It also feels good because he helps Ji-Su, his presence is enjoyed, he's being useful, and he feels better having someone who care him (I feel like Ji-Su is the talkative drunk type and she probably all the shit that goes through her head when he's drunk, including nice words for her friends)

-❀•≫ Ji-Su is also happy to have him around, they tend to cope a lot together (after it took way too long to befriend him) so his presence is always appreciated and she minds less about appearing on her weaker side

-❀•≫ The magic is kinda cut out when she starts speaking about needing to barf and he just watches her do her thing a bit worried but also wondering how the hell he ended up here 💀 anyway they have a funny dynamic I believe I love them so much !!! The made up adoptive sibs I love the most

(Lyrics that inspired me btw I think they're cute :

The lights are much brighter there

You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares

So go downtown, where all the lights are bright

Downtown, waiting for you tonight

Downtown, you're gonna be alright now

Now

Downtown

Downtown

And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you

Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to

Guide them along)

God damn this could be a fanfic plot but 1. I doubt it's good enough, just little thoughts going through my brain and 2. I'm too lazy to write it even if I could lmfao

#KINDA ASHAMED AND I DON'T WANNA TAG IT BECAUSE IT'S A BIT. PERSONAL MORE THAN MY REGULAR HCS BUT I NEED TO ORDER THINGS HERE #anyway hum. I love them a lot #still self conscious about it but I want to enjoy my little Sweet Home bubble without feeling GUILT. #sweet home #cha hyun su #yoon ji su #no monsters au #Lan's scenarios #idc if ppl disagree atp they have their hcs I have mines 👍 ya #btw NO I don't forget about Eun-Yoo and Hyun-Su dynamic Ji-Su doesn't replace Eun-Yoo in his healing process #Ji-Su was here for him and showed care for him the first Eun-Yoo helped him understand nothing was his fault #I believe the show was top focused on Eun-Yoo only when it came to Hyun-Su's healing and I wanna share the cake with more characters #especially Ji-Su because OOOH MY GOD THE WASTED FRIENDSHIP. #idk if i'll ever talk about it outside of the tags but yeah we'll see ?? idk if it's important enough #and I mean multiple ppl can help you heal anyway why tf am I talking abt this in the first place 💀 girl stop speaking in the tags 24/7

[pennywaltzy]

A Picture Tells A Thousand Words (3/?)

So I'm finally somewhere with reliable wi-fi so I can update this! Here's some actual grieving from the people left behind.

A Picture Tells A Thousand Words - Everyone mourns their own way when Buffy and Willow are murdered, but photos help.

READ PART 1 | READ PART 3

Xander looked at the coffee cup. "I can't eat or drink right now."

"I understand," Anya replied, reaching over to take his hand again.

"I haven't even cried yet. That just makes me feel so horrible."

"You will when you're ready."

He ran his thumb over her fingers, lightly. "They were my best friends. They didn't deserve this. Not even Buffy, even if she is...I mean, was, the Slayer." He shook his head.

"She knew it would happen eventually, Xander. She was ready. She lived her life like that day was going to be her last day."

"And yesterday it was," Xander said bitterly.

Anya sighed, then got up, moving to sit next to him. "Tell me what else is wrong. I know you; something else is wrong."

"I was supposed to patrol with her last night, not Willow."

Anya nodded. "But you couldn't help the last-minute gig, Xander."

"But I should have died, not Willow. Not her," he said, guilt and sadness and anger finally getting the best of him, as tears rolled down his face. "I should have died..."

Anya pulled him to her, cradling his head as he sobbed. He needed the release, she knew that. But her heart ached for the only person she'd ever been in love with, to see him hurting so badly. "It'll be okay," she murmured softly. "Everything will be okay."

---

Oz stopped the van. It took him a few moments to realize he'd driven out into the warehouses, specifically the one where Spike had taken Willow and Xander almost four years before. It hurt to be there, but something drew him there. Wandering around, he went to the burned remnants of the place they'd been held captive and carefully made his way down what was left of the stairs.

In the back of his mind he half hoped that the stairs would collapse for him, hopefully making him fall on a piece of wood that could very well kill him. Then he wouldn't have to live without Willow. But rationally, he didn't want that to happen. He just wanted to sit there for a moment. Flicking his flashlight on, he scanned it around.

A glint of something caught his eye. Moving the flashlight beam back in that direction, he saw the metallic gleam once more. Carefully, he went over there and picked up the glinting object. It was the bracelet he'd given to Willow when they'd first started to date. He held the small silver object in his hand, looking at it. It'd always been too big for her wrist but she didn't want a smaller one. She'd loved this one.

Just like she'd loved him.

Slipping the bracelet on, he sat down, turned the flashlight off, and buried his head in his hands.

And started to cry.

---

Spike had drunk just about every nonalcoholic drink in the house. She hated him getting drunk, so he stopped. Most of the time, anyway.

Everywhere he looked, there were reminders of her. Of course there were, he berated himself quietly. She'd lived there too. It was her home just as much as it had been his. But it wasn't a home anymore, not right now, maybe not ever.

He went into their room. It was a mistake; there were constant reminders of her all over the place. Her clothing was scattered on the floor, her make-up on the vanity, her schoolbooks by the desk. It was so normal looking. It'd never be this way again. Spike sat on the bed, clutching one of her shirts, and curled up with it like a comforting blanket. The smell of her was so strong, it overwhelmed him. He finally passed out from pure exhaustion, inhaling her scent even though he didn't need to breathe.

Because it kept her close.

#xander harris #anya jenkins #daniel osbourne #spike #buffy the vampire slayer #fanfic #fanfiction #my stuff

[miss-magix]

alright, i’m going to be real for a second - even though these sorts of criticisms are valid for the post season 5 era of the show, i don’t think bloom is in any way a badly written character for the original seasons, and certainly not a mary sue overall like a lot of people have claimed her to be

#is she pushed into the spotlight too much in the modern seasons? hell yes #does that mean she was always meant to be heralded as a paragon of perfection type character? nope #tbh it kinda feels like any main female lead with Big Important Powers gets called a mary sue at some point #i remember some people saying usagi from sailor moon was a mary sue at one point and i was like...uh...no she isnt #anya you're drunk go home #delete later idk

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

Can you write modern au clexa at a Halloween party. So our costumes match and my friend keeps telling me to come take a photo but oh shit you're hot

To say Clarke was pissed would be an understatement. Fall was her favorite season for so many reasons—being able to layer with cute sweaters, pumpkin spiced lattes, apple picking, and Halloween. She was pissed because for the first time, Raven actually beat her at beer pong. It was a weekly ritual in their apartment—everyone came over on Saturday nights and they’d play, watch movies, and just hang out.

Knowing that they were scoring an invite to Octavia’s new boyfriend’s Halloween party, Raven decided to up the ante and forced Clarke into a bet: winner got to choose the loser’s costume. The blonde, however, felt confident. She already had her costume all planned out: Stevie Nicks; she had gone to every vintage store in the city to find every piece she needed to complete her look. Raven’s never beat her, not once in the five years they had known each other, so she had nothing to worry about.

Or so she thought.

---

“You know what,” Clarke groaned as she buttoned her top button, “I don’t think I’m going to come anymore.”

“A bet’s a bet, Griff,” Raven laughed, “And if memory serves me correct, your costume will be fully complete once you have the accent.”

“I’m not doing the accent, Rae,” the blonde whined, “I’m not coming.”

“You’re definitely coming, we told O we’d go for moral support. Plus, if Lincoln’s friends are as hot as he is, maybe we’ll both score tonight,” Raven shrugged, finishing the final touches for her own costume.

Clarke rolled her eyes, “Well of course you’re going to meet someone, you’re dressed like a slutty Lara Croft.”

“It’s not slutty, Griff,” the brunette began to defend herself, “This is literally what she wore.”

“I look like I’m about to wrestle an alligator,” Clarke huffed, “no one’s even going to know who I am.” 

Raven turned to smirk at her friend, “That’s what the accent’s for, babe. And the name tag.”

“Name tag?” Clarke turned around to face Raven but was met with the girl slapping a sticker across the front of her khaki jumpsuit: Bindi Irwin.

---

“I didn’t realize Clarke could do an Australian accent,” Octavia observed, as the blonde went over to get herself another drink.

“Me neither,” Raven laughed, “Honestly, I thought it would be embarrassing for her, but homegirl’s making it work in her favor.”

“Honestly,” Lincoln chimed into the conversation, “if I hadn’t met her before this, I would have thought she was actually from there.”

“I wonder if Griff would take me up on another game of beer pong, I have another bet in mind,” Raven said, eyes on the game set up across the room.

Octavia smacked her on the back of her head, “She’s already pissed about this bet, you idiot. Don’t make her more mad than she already is, I don’t want her leaving here.”

Lincoln laughed at his girlfriend, “Yeah, and the party’s just getting started. Don’t want her storming out just yet.”

---

“I can’t believe I’m wearing this,” Lexa murmured as they approached Lincoln’s front door.

Her older sister rolled her eyes, “It’s a Halloween party, Lex. You needed a costume. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“You want me to thank you for giving me your pajamas?” Lexa cocked a brow.

“Don’t be a little shit,” Anya nudged her, “You don’t have to stay long, Linc just wanted us to meet his girl, then you can take the damn thing off and go out to whatever thing it was you had tonight.”

“It wasn’t a thing,” Lexa rolled her eyes, “the bartender from the other week is working again and she was hot. You ruined it by getting too drunk because I had to take you home. I’m just working on my second shot.”

“Okay,” Anya said, finally opening the door, “so stay for an hour and then you can go and try to get laid.”

---

“Holy shit, who is that?” Raven asked, mouth agape as she stared at a female Indiana Jones talking to Lincoln and Octavia.

Clarke looked where Raven’s eyes were already drawn to, “I dunno, mate, but she looks like Indiana Jones.”

“Clarke,” Raven smiled, turning her attention to her friend and putting her hand on her shoulder, “I am so glad you’re finally embracing the awesomeness of your costume.”

The blonde took a sip of her drink, “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

“Would it be rude if I interrupted their conversation right now?” Raven asked, looking back in the direction of the other group, “I feel like I can get a proper intro this way.”

“Shoot your shot, Lara,” Clarke laughed.

Raven grabbed her arm, “Okay, well you’re coming with me.”

They made their way to the trio and Lincoln introduced them all. As soon as Anya took notice of Clarke’s nametag, she couldn’t help but laugh, “This is amazing. This is fucking amazing.”

Clarke arched a brow, “Oh?”

“Have you seen my sister around here?” Anya asked, trying to calm herself down.

“Ahn,” Lincoln started, “they just met you. How would they know who Lexa is?”

“Figured they would have recognized her, considering she’s matching Bindi over here,” Anya gestured towards the blonde.

Raven directed her attention to Anya, “Please tell me she’s dressed as Steve Irwin.”

“Nope,” the girl shook her head, “but you’ll know her when you see her. I’m going to go get a drink, anyone need anything?”

Raven looked at Clarke and mouthed, “This is it,” before telling Anya she’d accompany her.

As the two made their way to the bar cart, Anya was the one that broke the silence, “Lara Croft, huh?”

Raven looked the girl up and down, “Indiana Jones, huh?”

“A very bad joke could be made about our costumes right now,” Anya smirked as she poured herself a drink.

“Or a very good pick up line,” Raven offered.

“Try me.”

Raven was never one to back down from a challenge, “I know you raided the lost ark, but I’d raid your tomb any day.”

Without saying a word, Anya stepped out of the way so the other girl could make her drink of choice.

“So?” Raven asked, mixing her cocktail.

Anya raised a brow, “So what?”

“Did it work?” Raven asked, sipping her whiskey and soda.

“Hmm,” Anya brought her finger to her chin, “Yeah, I think it did. Find me for a dance later,” she winked then walked away.

Raven rushed to find Clarke—in her haste, she ran into what seemed to be a big green blanket, “Shit, sorry.”

The figure turned to face Raven, but their face was hidden in the depths of the overly large onesie, “No worries, though it’s kind of hard to miss me.”

“You must be Anya’s sister,” Raven pointed out, “the crocodile.”

“That I am,” the voice said, “on both accounts, I guess.”

“You should meet my friend,” Raven laughed, “your costumes go together weirdly well.”

“I’m heading out soon, but maybe I’ll catch them around,” the voice offered before walking away.

---

“Clarke,” Raven grabbed the blonde who was in the middle of a conversation with what seemed to be someone dressed up as Han Solo, “come with me.”

Clarke excused herself before turning her attention to Raven, “What the fuck, Rae?”

“I ran into Anya’s sister—Anya totally wants me, by the way, but that’s besides the point,” she let out in one breath, “You need to see her costume, I need a picture of you guys together.”

“What’s she dressed as?” Clarke asked, still unamused by the interruption.

“You’ll know when you see her,” Raven laughed, “I have an idea for a bet.”

“No. No way, Rae,” Clarke stepped back, “I’m not doing that with you again, look at where it got me.”

Raven grabbed her by the arms, “If she’s as hot as Anya, you’d totally thank me for this little get up of yours.”

“If?” Clarke questioned, “I thought you said you met her?”

“Well,” Raven shrugged, “I did, but I couldn’t see her face because of her-”

“Oh my God,” Clarke interrupted her, “is that a crocodile? Is that Anya’s sister?”

“Griff,” Raven pulled her attention back, “I will give you $50 if you jump on top of her and pretend to wrangle her.”

Clarke’s felt like her eyes were about to launch out of their sockets, “That’s assault, you psycho. I don’t even know her, I’m not doing that.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Anya’s voice entered, “but my sister basically made a comment about wanting to be under a hot girl tonight. You can make her dreams come true.”

“I’m not doing this,” Clarke shook her head.

Raven reached into her pocket and pulled out cash, “C’mon, Griff. Pretty please. It’ll be the best Halloween memory we’ll ever have.”

“Yeah, until she realizes a strange is jumping her and punches me in the face,” Clarke quipped back.

Anya laughed, “She wouldn’t. I know her better than anyone, she’ll get a good laugh out of it once she sees your costume.”

The blonde looked between the two, before gulping down her drink, followed by Raven’s. She grabbed the cash her friend was dangling, “I’m probably going to regret this.”

Before she knew it, she was right behind the crocodile. She quietly crept closer, to be at a more favorable distance to make her $50 entrance. From her vantage point, the girl wasn’t holding anything that she would spill, and there wasn’t anyone directly in front of her that would get trampled on in case they fell. Clarke took a deep breath—it was now or never.

---

Lexa stood there checking her phone, she had almost been there for forty-five minutes, and wondered if that was an acceptable amount of time before she dashed out. As she began to walk forward, she heard a rather loud Australian voice call out from behind her.

“G’day, little croc!”

Before she knew it, she was face down on the ground with the weight of a body sitting on top of her. “Oof,” and a loud groan was all she could muster out.

The voice spoke up again, “Didn’t know I’d get me a live one today, mate.”

The weight finally lifted off of her and a set of arms pulled her back to her feet. She took the hood of the onesie off her head to get a better look at the situation, but saw that it was her sister that pulled her up, “What the fuck was that, Ahn?”

Anya couldn’t control her laughter, as she pointed behind where Lexa was standing. She took the cue to turn around and was met with Clarke’s bashful grin.

“They made me do it,” was all the blonde could get out. Raven was right, and Clarke made a mental note to thank her friend for forcing her into the outfit because this girl was the most attractive crocodile she had ever seen, “I’m Clarke, but you can call me ‘Bindi.’”

“Ah,” Lexa said, examining the girl, “I see how this makes sense, now. I’m Lexa, by the way, but I guess you can call me ‘crocodile.’”

Raven looked between the two who seemed to be staring at each other, “Just to be clear, no one made her do anything. I bet her $50 and she took it fair and square.”

“$50, huh?” Lexa asked, eyes still locked on the blonde’s.

Clarke smirked, “Want to split the winnings for your troubles?”

“Or we can get out of here and you can buy me a drink?”

“Deal,” Clarke put out her hand.

Lexa took her hand to shake it, “One question, though. Is the accent real?”

Clarke shrugged, “It can be if you want it to be.”

#clexa #clexa au #clexa modern au #clexa halloween #clextober #clextober19 #clextober2019 #clexa fluff #clexa prompt #ask #asks #anon #send me the asks #send me the prompts #send me the headcanons

[fitz-skimmons]

if you're still accepting prompts, Anya/Dmitry + “I was trying to find home, but it was here all along.”??? 💖

title taken from gabrielle aplin’s night bus.

on my way home to you.

Vlad had taken it upon himself to ensure that Dmitry’s last night of freedom would be spent in an alcohol induced haze, surrounded by people he pretended to care about. And as much as he’d like to say he could hold his liquor like the Russian man he was, Dmitry couldn’t. Four drinks in and he was already gone, reduced to a muttering mess hanging over the bar.

While the rest of the stag party moved to the next bar, Vlad slung Dmitry’s arm over his shoulders and supported him all the way back to his apartment. Thank God he’d decided to wear his comfortable shoes.

Walking a drunk Dmitry, who towered over Vlad, had been a relatively easy feat until they made it to the stairs leading up to the apartment. “Oh dear God, I knew I should have left you at the bar..” Vlad muttered to himself while readjusting his grip on Dmitry.

“Shut up, old man,” said Dmitry, who pushed away from Vlad and attempted to climb up the stairs on his own. He got halfway up the first flight before stopping, looking helplessly over his shoulder at Vlad, croaking out a pathetic help. He looked like a kid again, and Vlad couldn’t believe he was getting married in four days. Marriage? Dmitry? He never thought he’d ever see the two go hand in hand.

It took a good ten minutes before the pair made it to the fourth floor. When they finally did, Anya was already standing in the door opening, hair tousled from being woken in the middle of the night.

“Home already?” Although her eyes were glued to Dmitry, who responded with nothing but a tired smile, Vlad knew the question was meant for him.

“Indeed.”

“Fun night?” She asked, sneaking her arm around Dmitry’s waist.

“Oh, very! Your fiancé really can’t hold his liquor, though,” Vlad commented, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I told you. Well, thanks for bringing him home. Wanna crash on the couch so you don’t have to wake Lily?”

“Nooo! The night is young, dear Anya! Vladimir Popov is going to party until sunrise!” He exclaimed, backing towards the stairs. “Have a good night, lovebirds!”

Then he hurried down and set foot onto the streets of Paris again, already rushing off towards the bar the rest of the stag party had moved to.

In the safety of the bedroom, Dmitry pulled off his shirt and jeans before sitting down at the edge of their bed. Running his hands through his hair, he fought off the drowsiness just long enough for Anya to walk in with a glass of water and two aspirins.

“Take one now and save the other one for tomorrow morning. You’re gonna need it,” Anya said, one hand instinctively going to his forehead, carefully playing his his hair while he chugged the water. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

Dmitry couldn’t argue with that, so he sat the glass on the nightstand and moved under the covers to seek warmth. Even in his drunken state, the need to be close to Anya was present, and so his arms instantly reached out for her the moment she laid down. Pulling her close, he hid his face in the crook of her neck and sighed.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbled quietly into her neck before pressing a sleepy kiss against the skin right below her jawline. Outside the comfort of their cozy apartment, Vlad and his friends hopped from bar to bar, but Dmitry was happy to be here. Happy to be home, in the arms of the only woman he’d ever loved. All he got in response from Anya was a content hum, and the continued motion of her fingers sketching figures on his bare back. The motion, mixed with the steady thump of her heart, lulled Dmitry into a deep sleep.

The next morning he woke with a stiff neck and a headache unlike any other, but at least he was home.

#acciopigfarts #my writings #ship: dimya #w: in a crowd of thousands #this didn't end up as what i expected it to but !!!! drunk dmitry! #dmitry's bachelor party not going as expected! vlad as dmitry's best man! #also this is def in a modern au #anyway i hope you like this!!! <3 #anastasia #dimya

[existentialstatesofmind]

Opening up

Clare: was surprised Kota changed his mind. “It’s only an hour show. I guess that means you don’t want me to come over at all now?” She tried to remember if he’d actually invited her or had she read too much into things and assumed she was welcome. Kota had said Emi wouldn’t be there and they talked about hanging out later after she went to the mall. Kota and Melanie even asked if they could pick her up. Of course Melanie wanted to go bowling so it did all add up to a long day. Clare hadn’t spent the night lately because Yohio had been staying at his house but she thought maybe he’d sleep in Kota’s brothers room just this once. “Never mind. We probably are going to run out of time. I’ll go over to Adam’s and watch TV in the Torres’ basement instead.” She said honestly. If Clare stayed up all night, she could go home in the morning and sleep all day. Barely have to see her parents. She listened to Kota and chuckled. He was so cute. “Sounds good! I like eggs and ham.” Clare kissed him and whispered, “Never ever” against his lips. “If you didn’t, we really would be over.” She teased back. “Oh my god, I never believed people really ate cat and dog in foreign countries.” As the list got longer, Clare kept shaking her no. “The only thing I might try is octopus. I’m mostly going to play it safe.” She admitted. “Yes! You’re going to prove to my parents you can succeed at both, at the same time. Maybe I’ll get permission to date you and get an after school job.” Clare joked. She wanted their approval but she wouldn’t give Kota up. She kissed him enthusiastically. That was like the last happy moment. Clare had never seen this side of Kota before and it was scary. “Our paths haven’t crossed yet. The newspaper has a separate staff and I just joined.” She explained not knowing if Todd also submitted any of the pictures he took to Katie. She didn’t know what grade Todd was in, they might have shared classes but Clare never noticed him. “None of that explains why you want to rip his head off.” She said huffily. Clare smiled awkwardly at Anya when Kota asked if they could talk later because he wasn’t alone. It was humiliating not knowing what was going on with her own boyfriend. Clare’s face flushed. She couldn’t spend the night but Anya could? What the hell? Her hand flew up to cover her mouth when Kota called Todd a rapist. She was stunned into silence. After Anya left and Kota told her and Melanie what he’d witnessed, Clare looked at Kota in a daze. “I’d believe Anya no matter what.” She only knew Anya through Sav and Alli. Knew OF her would be more accurate but girls didn’t make up stories like that. She couldn’t help comparing Anya to her sister. Being raped destroyed Darcy. “Anya must feel so alone right now. She came forward and put herself through more hell, for nothing. I get why you feel powerless and want to take things into your own hands but if you and Owen both get arrested, who is going to protect Anya from Todd? From herself?” Clare gulped. “Todd also wants to go on the Japan trip. If you get booted from it, Simpson might let him take your place. He is that stupid. He’d let an international incident happen before he did anything about Todd.”

Kota: looked at Clare when she mentioned going over. "No, you can still come over and watch TV. I forgot to review the sales intake and record how much goes to taxes and factor out the paychecks for my employees before I leave. I need that done to give to my grandpa so he knows how much MB makes each month." he shrugged. "Clare, you can still come over, most of it is done by computer and I can type about 40wmp so it shouldn't take me that long. Maybe thirty minutes or so..." he assured. He listened to everything Clare had to say, nodding along and chuckled when she started to shake her head no. "I won't eat octopus. I mean, Emi likes it and all. But she says that the suckers on the tentacles are really chewy and get stuck to the roof of her mouth. Doesn't seem like my cup of tea. I don't even chew gum because it gets stuck between my teeth." he explained his reasoning for not eating it. "If you want an after school job I can pay you to babysit Emi..." he offered and looked at Clare when she said she'd believe Anya. "Thank you." he smirked and nodded. "She does, she's terrified of sleeping in her room. That's the effect of drinking. You get drunk and you feel sleepy, but while it feels like you're sleeping you're not. You're still very much conscious and well aware of what's going on, but you can't move. Or at least that's what the guys told me and Anya told me." he shrugged. "I asked why she didn't scream after everything was taken care of and she said the most she could do was shake her head no and cry. Just keep this between us because she doesn't want anyone else knowing." he asked and watched as Mel agreed not to tell anyone, though she didn't know anyone to tell and listened to Clare. "Clare, I'm not going to get arrested. If anything I'll get suspended and Simpson can't take my spot away. We're taking my jet since it's free and I forgot to tell you this, but I need you to watch Emi on the way back from Japan. She'll have everything she needs and games, and the attendants will get food and what not just like they would if I were there with you.-" "Did you finally get your license?" Mel asked hopeful. "No I have to be 17, but I got my permit since I lied about my age with help from Owen and took a few of the classes they're allowing me to co-pilot." he added and looked at Clare. "I'm going to be the co-pilot on the way home, if I don't go because of Simpson he either has to pay for plane tickets at a little over a grand per student which the school can't afford. I really doubt Simpson wants to be the reason the trip gets canceled especially since everything's been set up." he explained as they walked in the mall, then to the food court. "What are you getting?" he asked looking at Clare.

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