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the roommates meme

who left the dishes in the sink?

This is a thinly-veiled device for gratuitous crossovers, I'm not even going to play.

What's an even more contrived and even more convenient way to get two characters into the same space than a coffeeshop AU? Making them live together. Want a more intellectual blurb on this meme? Living together lays bare your habits and idiosyncrasies, blah blah, sometimes you accidentally see each other naked.

Have fun ok

HOW TO PLAY:
- Comment with character. State your preferences/shipping permissions and any information you want other players to know.
- Comment to others. Play whatever first comes to mind, or RNG .
- This meme was written with crosscanon interactions in mind, specifically the kind that jamjar game settings generate. All the prompts work whether the characters come from different worlds or the same one, but if you have strong feelings about the kinds of source canons you will thread with, it'd be wise to mention that as a preference. Otherwise, gratuitous crossovers have the mememaker's blessing.
- Have fun and play nice!

PROMPTS:

1. First impressions. Well, it's been arranged. Whether you went for it because it was a good price, or you've been assigned to live together by an Authority, or the stars aligned somehow and now you're living in your dead rich uncle's mansion with the cousin you never met, it looks like you're going to be sharing your living space with someone for the foreseeable future. Time to shake some hands and make some friends.

2. Second impressions. You'd already met this person and gotten to know them, well before deciding to room together. Being friends with someone and living with them are different beasts, though. What are you learning about their habits at home? Does it change the way you see them?

3. Building friction. There's all kinds of little details that add up to a comfortable living space - cleanliness, noise level, expectations of privacy... If one of you isn't living up to the other's standards, is it going to start a fight or can you work it out like adults?

4. Furry friends. Where did you find that kitten? No, we're not keeping it!...okay, I guess we're keeping it. Make sure to schedule a vet appointment. And get it some toys. Wait, are pets even allowed here?

5. Social circle. Bringing friends over can always be hit or miss. Sometimes they get along great with your roommate. Sometimes they break a lamp and try to hide the evidence and if you ever invite them over again you're pretty sure you'll be flayed alive.

6. Sick day. Don't be a jerk, make them some soup or something. They'd do the same if it was you, right?

7. Snow day. The weather outside is frightful, and it's a good thing you remembered to buy bread and milk, because you might be indoors for a while. Cross your fingers that the power doesnt go out.

8. TMI. YOU DIDN'T NEED TO SEE WHATEVER IT WAS YOU JUST SAW. YOU DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT ABOUT THE PERSON YOU CANNOT AVOID CONTACT WITH. OH, WOE IS YOU

9. Property damage. The instructions very clearly said to secure the strap around your wrist before using the Wiimote. This is all on you, pal. Hopefully you didn't break something that was important to your roommate...or setting that'll get you in trouble with your landlord.

10. Movie night. Hey, wanna watch Sharknado with me? (Googling "random movie generator" gives you some helpful sites, if you don't have a movie in mind.)

11. Dinner is served. What do the food arrangements look like here? If meals are a group activity, does one person cook more often than the other? Who leaves what in the fridge? Do either of you have any food-based traditions that get shared? Or maybe you just want to break out the booze and have a fun night in.

12. Vent your spleen. Life is hard and sometimes you just have to complain to someone about it. "Someone" is the person you live with, naturally. They know you, but they're not involved in the drama - a perfect combination!

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Keigo actually laughed at Ichigo's response. Try as he might, Keigo still couldn't fathom beating him at the game of scowling. He reached up and snatched Ichigo's invading hand this time around, holding it in his own as securely as he'd let him. If Ichigo was going to get comfortable, Keigo would help himself to do the same.

"If I get up and look in the mirror, all I'll see is a handsome face, ne~" he grinned in that flirtatious manner, leaning in to press Ichigo's hand against his cheek. "You can't argue against that, can you?"

If he couldn't win this argument... He'd try to cheat.

Ichigo allowed Keigo to catch his hand with little more than a roll of his eyes. Calling him handsome was all too predictable by now. Next Keigo would slip in an 'adonis-kun' on top of it. Absently Ichigo lifted his free hand to scratch idly at a cheek that was already vaguely pink. Still, Ichigo's scowl shifted to that flirtatious grin.

"All you'll see is frown lines wrecking that handsome face, you mean." Idly, and too lightly to even call persuasive, he tugged on the hand Keigo had captured. His palm, nevertheless, curved a little too warmly against Keigo's cheek for Ichigo to be half as disgruntled as he was acting.

Edited 2016-09-05 03:25 (UTC)

"Bah, stop that," Keigo chided, settling against the couch, and subsequently Ichigo, with a little sigh. He felt the tug of his hand against his face, felt the subtle way in which Ichigo's palm cupped at his face, and Keigo could only smile warmly. Even still, he tried to act put off... Keigo thought it was cute. He shifted the way he held Ichigo's hand, turning his head so that he could instead press a chaste kiss against the base of his palm.

"Nothing could displace such beauty," he hummed, purposefully flowery in how he spoke, but no less genuine about the sentiment. He fixed Ichigo with a loving gaze, eyes expressive and bright. "So don't try and convince me of otherwise!"

Ichigo huffed, tapping a finger against Keigo's cheek as if in admonishment when Keigo chided him. But the warmth of Keigo's smile was too much for him to keep scowling at. The sharp line of his eyebrows eased, and Ichigo relaxed a bit, encouraged that Keigo's despondence had lifted so easily.

The kiss to his palm, however, flustered Ichigo. Not fully, but it bled more heat into Ichigo's face and pressed his lips together into a thin line. And then Keigo used that word.

"Beauty?!" Ichigo squawked, pulling his hand away from Keigo's cheek. His face flushed red and the scowl returned full force. Incredulously, he continued, "Handsome. Handsome is the word. Not beauty!"

Keigo hadn't intended to really fluster Ichigo that much, so when he yanked away, he couldn't help but gasp a little himself. He blinked at Ichigo's darkening features, but his surprise faded quickly once the association clicked. It helped that Ichigo was practically yelling at that point... Even still... so easily embarrassed. Keigo sat up further, almost like he was chasing Ichigo, despite them not having moved anywhere.

"You're ridiculous!" he laughed, reaching for his hand again. As flustered as Ichigo was, Keigo didn't intend to let him escape. Of course, he had to add onto the situation in his own way, as well.

"Men can definitely be beautiful, y'know... I'm a perfect example!" Just like that, he reached up and flipped his hair with his free hand, striking a pose like he was a model... "So, I can think you're beautiful, too!"

Something about Keigo's proximity seemed only grating in that moment. Ichigo was thoroughly flustered, his face flushed and his tongue twisted in a knot that refused to untangle. When Keigo sat up further and laughed, it was an affront to Ichigo's jumbled senses. One that only compounded at Keigo's assertions and carefree mockery. Even the pose Keigo struck contributed.

"Th-that's different!" Before Ichigo knew what he was doing, he had reached out and shoved Keigo away from him, back down on the couch. What was he even saying? "Y-you're the one that's ridiculous, thinking you c-can just compare us like that!"

It wasn't really what he'd meant, but Ichigo didn't know how to say what he did mean. A combination of injured masculinity and misguided self-disgust vied for the dubious prise of crushing down any pride he might have taken from such a direct compliment.

"Uwah!" Keigo was not expecting Ichigo's reaction to continue down such an extreme path; he hit the couch cushions with a grunt, legs sliding against Ichigo's lap. It was a short-lived moment, at the very least, and Keigo sat upright, withdrawing his legs so that he could sit on them instead. It was on the very tip of Keigo's tongue to yell about being so unexpectedly rough, but then Ichigo sputtered out that remark and whatever Keigo was going to say died in his throat.

He blinked, then narrowed his eyes at Ichigo somewhat critically. What was he saying? Pressing his palms against his knees, Keigo frowned and studied Ichigo, as if it would reveal to him the secrets of his reaction... Well, Keigo could take an educated guess, at the very least.

"Of course I can. I just did," he said as if it was the most obvious conclusion in the world. The playful edge was gone from his voice, a matter-of-fact cadence taking precedence over anything else. Though, really, Keigo could have taken what Ichigo said in any number of ways... "Are you trying to say something about me?" Keigo really wasn't as confident as he played himself up to be half the time, after all. He wouldn't have thought that Ichigo would make that kind of observation about his appearance, but maybe some deeper thoughts had slipped out...

He was already sorry that he'd pushed him before Keigo hit the couch, but Ichigo didn't apologize or make any effort to take the motion back, or even prevent Keigo's legs from exiting his lap. He glanced down at his empty lap briefly, before looking up at Keigo again. He scratched idly at one still-pink cheek with a finger, then flopped his arm against the back of the couch and tried to look unfazed, pushing his shoulders back into the material as if he could recede into it.

"Nn... N-not exactly." Although he no longer looked quite as flustered, the blush and uncertainty still lingered, and Ichigo pressed his lips together and actually paused to think about what he said before he said it. "You're just more... Your features are s-softer. And beauty is about being delicate and... refined?"

Just because he thought about what he meant to say, didn't make what he said any better.

The fact that Ichigo hadn't gotten up and stormed off was a sign in and of itself. That he was determined to brush it off, act like it didn't make his face turn redder than a tomato, made Keigo even more curious. He squinted as he waited for the explanation, but when it came, Keigo's eyes shot open and he wished he hadn't asked.

Now it was Keigo's turn for his face to turn colors, a dark scarlet immediately flooding his features. He even leaned back slightly, though it wasn't as sharp a reaction as Ichigo had moments before. Just... a bit confused, really. Ichigo was calling him delicate and refined? Is that what he was insinuating?

"T-that's not... I-I'm not that delicate!" ...even Keigo could recognize when he possessed a certain quality, but he liked to think he had some masculinity about him. "A-and beauty is about other things, too! Appealing to the eyes! Things that make your heart flutter wh-when you look at them! That's beauty, too!"

Things that made your heart flutter when you looked at them? Ichigo shook his head, awkwardly curling his fingers against his knees now that he didn't have anything to do with that hand. He shifted to turn more toward Keigo on the couch, even as he wasn't sure if that really was the best idea. He shook his head again.

"Th-that's just love, isn't it?" he murmured, more quietly than he'd honestly meant to. His eyes flicked down again, whether to spare Keigo his gaze while he blushed or because saying things like this was embarrassing was up for interpretation. He scratched at his cheek again.

"N-no, you're not delicate but you're..." He huffed after a moment, shaking his head again and looking up. Ichigo shifted into Keigo on the couch, lifting a hand to cup Keigo's cheek with surprising delicacy. He scraped his calloused thumb across Keigo's cheek, and for a moment Ichigo's eyes searched Keigo's face.

"Y-you look like a m-model," he forced out after a second. Even if it wasn't what he had been reaching for. Reaching back, he carded his fingers through Keigo's hair. Maybe he was trying to be distracting. His lips pursed together again.

Ichigo's question caught Keigo off-guard further; well, yes, it was love for Keigo for certain, but he hadn't been talking about that, exactly... Just the physical aspect! But he couldn't explain himself quickly enough; Ichigo had went ahead and scooted closer to him, closing the gap between them. And how he touched his face so lovingly... Yet again, Keigo was caught off-guard, but rather than jerk back, he just looked up at Ichigo, fixing him with an expectant gaze. That dusting of scarlet across his skin was ever-persistent, not giving any indication that it was going to fade away any time soon.

Keigo wished it would have, because then he wouldn't have felt nearly as flustered when Ichigo finished his thoughts entirely.

"E-eh?!" Keigo could feel that color flood into his face, across to his ears, and he sputtered in an attempt to formulate a response. How embarrassing! How could Ichigo just come out and say something like that?! But he was stroking his hair, looking at him like that... what was he planning on? Such thoughts ran around Keigo's mind until he finally got enough of a grip on himself to speak in fully formed sentences. He closed his eyes and breathed, willed himself to calm down, then fixed Ichigo with another look.

"...Is that r-really what you think?" he asked. Just in case Ichigo got the idea to run off, Keigo reached forward and coiled his fingers around Ichigo's free hand. "D-do you really think I'm th-that..." attractive? Beautiful? Keigo couldn't decide on what word to use, so he left the question unfinished.

That expectant look on Keigo's face just made Ichigo want to kiss him, but instead he pursed his lips together and licked them nervously. That feeling, coupled with the bright flush spread across Keigo's face sparked an anxious flash of a smile in Ichigo that died as Keigo close his eyes. Ichigo traced his fingers through Keigo's hair in soothing stroke while the other gathered himself.

But when Keigo reached for Ichigo's hand, his focus arrested on their twining fingers. He had to swallow before he answered, in a voice lower than he'd used in a while. "W-well, yeah." Peeking at Keigo's face, Ichigo quickly shifted his gaze to the hair he was running his fingers through, and sputtered out, "Y-your hair, at least!"

But his palm returned to Keigo's jaw, thumb sliding across the corner of Keigo's mouth after a moment. His gazed lingered there too. As if it was any surprise that Ichigo appreciated that particular part of Keigo. Before he could think better of it, he whispered shyly, "A-a-and your mouth."

Keigo was finding himself thoroughly confused by the way Ichigo was acting, at least somewhat. He was so nervous but still persistent in touching his hair and keeping himself close... Keigo had to admit that he enjoyed it when Ichigo was like this. It was a nice change from being the one to constantly initiate physical contact.

Mentioning his hair like that... Keigo really became confused. He laughed softly, brows quirked as he squeezed at Ichigo's hand affectionately. It sounded silly, really, though he knew he tended to fuss over his hair quite a lot... Was that what made him... whatever way Ichigo was insinuating? He wanted to ask, but he was brought to yet another impasse as Ichigo's thumb nudged against his mouth.

Keigo stiffened slightly, mostly because it was such a candid thing for Ichigo to do. He flustered all over again, looking to one side almost shyly. His lips twitched slightly; Keigo had to fight the urge to nip or kiss at Ichigo's finger with it so close to his mouth. Instead, he blushed and laughed sheepishly, unable to look at Ichigo directly for some reason. It wasn't as though they weren't affectionate with each other! "My hair and...m-my mouth? I-is that all?"

Truly, touching Keigo's mouth had proven to be a mistake. Ichigo's thumb dragged lightly against the skin, but his eyes remained transfixed on the sublte twitch of Keigo's lips for a long moment. His thumb ventured across the fullest part of Keigo's bottom lip, pressed into the center briefly. Unconsciously, Ichigo licked his own lips.

"N-no," Ichigo whispered, his head dipping, drifting closer. He leaned down as if to kiss Keigo, no more than a centimeter at a time, it seemed. "No, you're eyes and -- "

Ichigo's lips brushed Keigo's briefly, before meeting Keigo's mouth more gently than Ichigo was prone to, his thumb dragging down to Keigo's chin to get out of the way. "Maybe you're right. M-maybe it's what m-makes your heart flutter. Because you make mine..."

Keigo felt himself just as transfixed by Ichigo's touch as Ichigo had felt by touching him. His breath was held in his lungs as Ichigo's thumb swept along his lip; he was vaguely proud of himself for not acting on his urge to open his mouth as a result. Watching Ichigo's tongue made that urge all the more prominent.

It was pretty remarkable how Ichigo held so much power over him in that way. As he leaned inward, Keigo's eyes slowly began to close, halfway there by the time their lips finally touched. He exhaled softly through his nose as he kissed him, slightly dazed by how intimate the mood had become over something so silly.

Just as Ichigo spoke up again, Keigo felt his heart swell with longing. It wasn't often he said such... romantic things, so they felt all the more profound when he said them. Keigo reached up and cupped Ichigo's face, his lips curling into a warm smile. He nudged against him, resting their foreheads together as he spoke, "You're so cute... I love you, Ichigo."

Feeling flushed and vaguely disoriented by the path he himself seemed to have lead this conversation down, Ichigo was somewhat at a loss for how to proceed. Certainly he couldn't trust his mouth to do anything but blurt out whatever stray thought occurred to him. Not that it was truly a terrible thing, to feel the warmth of Keigo's smile, or the intimate comfort of his proximity. Ichigo leaned into Keigo when their foreheads touch, and allowed his eyes to shutter.

Being called cute was enough to stiffen his shoulders, but the immediate follow up disarmed him even as it dizzied him a little. Ichigo himself never would have imagined that Keigo believed he held any power over him because, to Ichigo, it was clearly Keigo that held it all.

Unable to untangle his tongue for a moment, Ichigo hummed a soft note and stroked his palm across Keigo's cheek before shifting it to Keigo's shoulder. With gentle insistence, he pulled Keigo in against his side and wrapped strong arms around him with more delicacy than he was prone too.

He even kissed Keigo's temple, before murmuring, "Love you, too," into his hair.

Being pulled into Ichigo's arms was often surprising as it was comforting; one of the many things that Keigo had learned to not quite expect from him all the time. While Keigo was an affectionate creature by nature, he tried to take the positives out of his boyfriend's muted temperament. The times that Ichigo did manage to show affection in such a manner, it made the act all the more special to him. It never failed to make his heart flutter pleasantly, to feel those arms close around him without much prompting.

But as a result, it often left Keigo giddy and smitten all over again. His face turned redder, but it was clear that he wasn't embarrassed, not by how strongly he was smiling. He settled against Ichigo easily, his own arms sliding up and around any bit of Ichigo he could get at.

"You know, you can be pretty romantic..." Keigo hummed softly, letting his eyes close as he nestled in closer to Ichigo.

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