#They're clumsy boys your honour

[strangekidwithnormiefriends]

I found notes on my English assignment about Asian representation in Turning Red and I don't want to get rid of it soooo...

May contain spoilers

Turning Red: might be bias

kudos to actual portrayal of honouring in an asian family

YES A GOOFY ASIAN GIRL

Mei is smart, goofy, positive and clumsy

Yes an Indian character and a Korean character that doesn't have they're whole personality centred around their culture just like how it is in an immigrated family

I like how they show the difference in how Mai and her mom acts act since Mei seems to be either second or third generation immigrated family

Also love how the in their family temple their main ancestor they honour is a female that seems to influence a matriach position in the family

How the mother acts as the stereotype "tiger mom" is accurate to a degree with her overbearing nature and her matriarchal power in the family seems to be the main influence on Mei as a person, cause she still wants to honour her family and make her mother proud but she wants to be her own person and be able to express herself and that can be challenging when from a culture that is family oriented and very traditional

Yep over protective mom thinking her daughter is experiencing romance can relate 100%

OMG IS THAT A HIJAB

OOP SHE YELLED AT HER MOM

Awwww I like that they're making her a complicated character

OML NOT THE EMO BOY

OML PRIYA IS A GOTH GIRL YESSSS

Usually for asian women to be in the "goth" or "emo" fashion they go full out like Tina from Glee, totally not like having your parents having opinions for everything you wear, so seeing Priya wear bright yellow colours but still being interested in "dark" things like vampires is a nice consideration

YAY MOM EMBARASSING THEIR CHILD

YES ANCESTOR THAT IS A FEMALE TAKING UP A POSITION TO PROTECT HER VILLAGE IN FAMILY

YES HAVING A MOM THAT IS ASIAN TO MAKE MISTAKES AND REALISE IT

Yes a protective mom but still not letting her grow

Being a disssapointment to the family even in an immigrant one where everything is focused on the child, everything is supplied for the child there is a sense of obligation to be something proud of

Oh no lying about who she loves

awww lying about her interests

YAY GRANNY COMING TO TOWN

DAMN GIRL LYING TO HER MOM

OOP SHE SAID HER FEELINGS MOM IS SAD

OML THE AUNTIES YES

yep showing off the daughter to aunties

oh no the guilt

YES UNDERSTANDING BESTIES

TIGER GRANNY

I like how each of the girls have distinct personalities and traits that are complex

Mei's whole breakdown chosing between her family or her interests

TYLER WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT ABT HER MOM

I like how Mei's colour palette is red while her mother and her side of the family are green and when Mei has to make difficult choices she wears a green hairclip I guess to symbolise that even though she is making her own choices she is still somewhat influenced by her mom

I like how they changed the power roles in the family where the mother is more dominant and in a matriachal position while the father is more on the quiet side yet still putting in his opiinion when it matters

How they designed the asian women in the movie are more realistic rather than other movies where the women are more sexy and skinny and has a young look to their face yet in this movie many of the older women have different shapes in body, face and style

#turning red #englishnotes #didn'twanttogetridofit #omlicriedattheending

[meloingly]

Clumsy Your Way Into My Heart

@carlosreyesweek​ Day 6: AU!!!

Summary: When Carlos first volunteered to go grocery shopping for the station, he didn’t think he would be overthinking it as much as he is right now.

Cereal box shenanigans and loads of blushing later:

Carlos finds that he’s much calmer than he’s ever been since he got here. Maybe overthinking about food isn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

Tags: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Mentioned Owen Strand, Mentioned Paul Strickland, Mentioned Marjan Marwani, Mentioned Mateo Chavez, Mentioned Judd Ryder, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Grocery Store, Clumsy Boys, Firefighter Carlos Reyes,, Police Officer TK Strand, Pre-Relationship, Flirting.

Warnings: Blushing and clumsiness.

At the moment in which I'm writing this, this fic has been started less than 24 hours ago and was completed 10 minutes ago. My beta is going through it right now and I'm getting AO3 and Tumblr ready. As we've found out, AU is my kryptonite.

The hugest, and largest thanks and love to the one and only @lire-casander. The amount of love and support that I get from this woman is unbelievable. The help she's been on this fic alone is insane, let alone with everything else that I do. She's been a guide and a friend and this would not have happened without you <3

Read on AO3.

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When Carlos first volunteered to go grocery shopping for the station, he didn’t think he would be overthinking it as much as he is right now. And yet he keeps remembering how Marjan can only eat halal food and Mateo is lactose sensitive, Paul likes spicy food but Judd can’t handle any. Captain Tommy -he still needs some time to get used to her not wanting to be called by her last name- likes white bread while his own soon-to-return Captain Strand won’t eat anything that isn’t full-grain. So he keeps getting more food, and more food, and more food.

He started out shopping like he usually would, keeping in mind the slight dietary restrictions; a few vegetables and fruits, several dairy and soy products, some poultry. And then he came to the realisation that it would be better if he bought food for more than one day’s meals. And then his brain supplied the wonderful what if I want to make a dish and I can’t find canned peeled cherry tomatoes, which he knows is not only highly specific but also highly unlikely. And yet he now finds himself dragging a cart on the verge of overflowing. And he’s still got seven more aisles to go.

He's so focused on studying the displayed boxes of cereal that spread across half an aisle, holding two different brands in his hands and moving right and left to compare them with others, that he doesn't notice a whole other human being on the way until he’s being run over by flesh and bones.

They immediately get into a fumbling battle, legs somehow holding up. The boxes in Carlos’ slip, so do the other person’s. Carlos manages to catch two cartoons, the faint recognition that one of them is sugar flakes -which he didn’t pick- runs through his mind before he focuses on yet another cartoon making its descent through the sky. He steps forward, and so does the other person. They crash in the middle, chest to chest. And this time, they all come crashing to the ground.

Carlos lands on a knee, hands already going out to hold onto the boxes, when a body slams into his. He drops the box, holding onto the waist person that’s half splayed on him now. He follows the flat chest, taking note of the APD logo on the side of his shirt and the rainbow pinned next to it, to the bare beginnings of a stubble, up across thin, pink lips and a sharp nose, to end at mesmerising green eyes.

It takes all of his will power not to gasp, but he can't stop the dropped jaw. The man is beautiful. There's no other way to describe him. His light brown hair lays a mess on top of his head, his green eyes sparkle with a mix of shock and surprise, and his teeth seem to find relief in sinking into his lower lip.

He feels movement around him, and then a hand makes its way between them and lays on his shoulder. He feels the pressure on his chest give way, manifesting as an exhale from the man. Carlos realises that he’s been holding his breath too, and sighs, his exhale mingling with the man’s inhale. And then a cart crashes behind them, and they realise they’re sitting on the floor of a grocery store in the middle of the day. Their bubble crashes.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so clumsy I can’t believe this happened!” The man says as he fully pushes off Carlos, eye contact breaking to pick up the dropped boxes. The apology finally breaks through Carlos’ hazy mind, and he let’s go of the man’s shirt, coming to a stand as well as he picks up the remaining boxes.

“Oh no, no! It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking,” he states, finally straightening up. "Good save, officer,” he adds as he steps back before he can even think about.

The man's eyes snap back to him, widening in shock before his face breaks into a small smile and then his head falls forward, chuckling and shaking his head. Carlos finds himself snickering as well.

"I can say the same to you, firefighter," the man says, nodding his chin towards Carlos' own AFD shirt.

Carlos looks at his own shirt before he looks back at the man. He feels like he knows him, he's seen him before, but he can't remember where or when. But the green eyes bore into his very soul, so he looks down at his hands instead, finally noticing the box of organic multi-bran flakes.

"Uhh, these are yours? I'm guessing?"

The man looks at Carlos' hands, eyes and mouth opening is recognition. "Yeah, those are my dad's. A disgrace to the very idea of flakes," he adds as he glares at the box.

“They’re not that bad,” Carlos laughs, and the glare redirects itself from the box to Carlos. Which makes him cut himself mid-laugh, only to dissolve into chuckles again when the man cracks the smallest of smiles.

“Are you just saying that or have you actually tried them?”

“I’ve tried them, my captain back at the station likes them,” he replies, moving a step back to drag his cart closer. “I even got a box here,” he gestures to the cartoon laying on top of the mountain.

“Pfft, and I thought my dad was the only one crazy enough to like these. Good to know there’s someone else like him in here,” he shakes his head in amusement, a sentiment Carlos shares. Of everything he was imagining when he moved states to join the 126, he wasn’t expecting to be talking to a cute officer in the middle of the grocery store, discussing cereal of all things.

The man takes a few steps back, reaching behind the corner of the aisle and dragging a cart up next to him. Carlos extends an arm to him, handing over the box, which he takes and drops into his cart.

Carlos can’t help but sneak a peek into it. There’s a very obvious mix of junk food and snacks, and healthy organic and full-grain foods. It reminds him of his new Captain. He hasn’t interacted with him much, the man getting injured a mere day after Carlos got transferred. But the rest of the crew has given him a list of all the dietary preferences, Captain’s included.

He looks up at the man, finding him alternating between looking at the ground and the shelves. Carlos has noticed that he already has three boxes of cereal, he couldn’t possibly need more. He looks like he wants to say something, or maybe he’s reading it wrong and he wants to move away. Either way, he decides to take a plunge. He’s already moved half-way through the country in a leap of faith, why not take another one?

“I’m Carlos, by the way,” he extends an arm to the man, “Reyes, of AFD.”

The smile that he receives tells him that it’s the right choice. The other man extends his arm, hand wrapping around Carlos’ in a warm embrace. If this is how his hand feels, Carlos can’t even imagine what a hug would feel like.

“Hello, Carlos, I’m TK,” he gives their hands a shake. “Strand, of APD.”

Carlos is so enamoured with the man’s -TK’s- eyes and smile that it takes him a moment to register the name. But once he does, he can’t help the quick and rapid blinking he does to clear his mind.

“Wait, did you just say Strand?”

“Uhh,” TK blinks back at him, turning his head to a side as his eyelids flutter in confusion. “Yeah?”

Carlos doesn’t pay him much mind though, what are the chances of this happening?

“Is your father Owen Strand? Captain of the 126?”

“Yeah, that’s my dad, how did you know that?” All of the confusion that was mildly visible on TK’s face is now showcased a full one hundred per cent, both in his facial expressions and tone of voice.

“He’s my captain!” Carlos exclaims. “I work with the 126 too!”

It seems to take TK a moment to come to terms with what Carlos is saying. But the moment drags on so long that he begins to think he just got this awfully wrong. He’s about to disentangle their still bound hands when clarity finally shines on TK’s face and he breaks into a wide grin.

“You’re the new guy from New Jersey,” he says around a smile. Carlos is confused for just a second, wondering how he knows about his previous state of residence when TK continues talking. “My dad told me all about you! He can’t wait to get back tomorrow and work with you again. Said he only had to see you on one call and he knew he made the right choice asking you to join the 126.”

Carlos feels the blush rising up the back of his neck and into the highs of his cheeks, but he can’t really stop it. He knows he’s good at his job, he knows he’s a decent firefighter. But having the son of his Captain relay what said Captain said brings a sense of belonging and validation he didn’t think he’d get a mere three weeks on the job.

“He… he said that?” he asks. He needs to know. He’s been worried, stressing himself out of his mind in fear that he’s not showing the best of his abilities. Not only did he travel 1.5 thousand miles from one border of the country to another, he also took a job with a team that’s already well-formed and perfectly working without him. They didn’t ask for him because they needed him, they asked for him because they just wanted to. And he’s constantly aware of that whenever they’re on a call and everyone is on top of what they need to be doing.

“Yeah, man, he did!” TK says. He then takes another look at Carlos, and he can only guess that he can read minds. “He said you’re sharp, careful and smart. You think twice as hard and act twice as fast. He said you carry the job like it should be, with respect and responsibility,” he smiles at Carlos, closing the step between them and bringing a hand up to run the back of his fingers across the logo on his shirt.

Carlos brings his own hand up, covering TK’s -one of many things he’s done before his consciousness can think it out today. TK’s eyes glance over their hands before they stare up into him, the faint emerald greens ripping his insecurities and uncertainties into shreds with each passing second.

“Thank you,” he whispers. He can’t talk any louder when they’re this close. “I needed to know that.”

The smile he gets in reply is worth the distance he travelled. TK drifts his gaze down Carlos’ face, and he copies the action. He finds TK’s lower lip hidden between the bite of his upper teeth, and he can’t help but imagine what they would feel like holding onto his own.

“Excuse me!”

Carlos snaps his head to the side, a woman with bright red hair standing there glaring at both of them. He sneaks a quick glance at TK, both of them stepping back as she steps forward, reaching between them to grab a box of cereal before she dumps it into her cart and moves along. He follows her until she turns the corner, no longer in his visual field, before he turns back to a blushing TK.

He provides a small, pained smile, and Carlos laughs at the expression he’s presented with. They’ve been caught in two of these situations so far, and they’ve only met for minutes. Carlos supposes it would be embarrassing if it wasn’t for the pull he feels towards the man. The pull that has both of them stepping forward again, until there’s barely a foot of distance between them.

“So, you’ve been here for three weeks, right?” TK asks. Carlos knows TK knows the answer. Captain Strand sprained his shoulder on Carlos’ first day here, and that was three weeks ago. He nods anyway.

“So, I’m guessing you haven’t seen much of the city yet?”

A twinkle of hope starts to bubble in Carlos’ chest. He has a faint inkling of where this is going, but he isn’t sure. He can only wish and pray.

“No, not really. I’ve been to a couple of places with the crew, that’s it,” he answers, pausing for a moment to take a breath. “I haven’t found a tour guide yet.”

TK chuckles at him, the sound sending waves of happiness through Carlos, even as TK shakes his head at him. “Well, then, I have a proposition for you, Firefighter Reyes.”

Carlos is playing into it without a moment to think. “Oh, do you now, Police Officer Strand?”

TK is nodding back at Carlos before the words are even out of his mouth.

“How about this: I’ll be your tour guide.”

Carlos looks up at the ceiling of the store, rubbing a hand through his chin and humming as feigns thinking. “What would your payment be?” he asks.

“You let me take you out for coffee,” TK says around a smirk. All pretence of a game falls through shambles immediately, and they’re back into an intense round of gazing into each other eyes. Almost as if they can read each other through them.

“Can I bargain for a cheesecake?”

The question seems to come out of nowhere and throw TK off his track. His eyes widen for a moment before he’s bursting into laughs. The loud, booming kind with the head thrown back and hands bracing his own chest. Carlos smiles at the sight, the closed eyes, the exposed neck, the sound that carries absolute joy; it’s a view he wants to see for the entire rest of his life.

“Ahh, that can definitely be arranged,” TK says once he manages to stop laughing.

Carlos doesn’t reply. Instead, he takes his phone from his pocket, opening the contact app and handing it over. TK takes it, types a few buttons and gives it back. Carlos looks at the screen to see that he’s calling a number. A number that’s been saved under TK Strand Grocery Officer.

A phone ringing has him lifting his head, just in time to see TK pull out his own phone, decline the call and press a few more times on the screen. He then turns it around showing Carlos his own number saved as Carlos Reyes Grocery Fire.

“I think there should be a fighter in there,” he comments, much to the amusement of TK.

“Naaah. That might be your job,” he replies, looking Carlos up and down. “But you’re straight fire.”

As if on command, said fire burns through his face as he blushes yet again. This time he doesn’t resist the urge to hide his face, lifting his hands to cover the warmth he can feel spreading to the tips of his ears. He hears a chuckle he knows is TK’s behind his shield. He doesn’t know how this happened, but he’s sure he’ll be able to recognise the sound out of a crowd of a hundred people.

He feels hands touch his fingers wrapping around his palm as they pull away from his face. TK then rests a hand on his cheek, and Carlos leans into it, eyes locked onto each other.

“I need to go. Call me?” Tk asks, voice flowing like butter.

“You can arrest me if I don’t, officer,” Carlos replies, voice just as soft.

TK nods as he takes a deep breath, the smile never leaving his face.

“That’s a good idea. After all, I do where you work”

From anyone else, that sentence would sound creepy and send Carlos running. But from TK it sounds like a promise he doesn’t want to lose. “Okay.”

With a final glance, TK steps back, breaking all contact they have together. Carlos misses the touch half a second after it’s gone. He moves back, grabbing his cart. He slowly steps forward, moving towards the registers. As he passes Carlos’ cart, he stops to peek into it before he turns back to him.

“Buy my dad cashew nuts and you’ll be his favourite tomorrow.”

As he moves away with a final smile thrown his way, Carlos finds that he’s much calmer than he’s ever been since he got here. Maybe overthinking about food isn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

#carlosreyesweek2021 #Day 6: AU #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand #Tarlos #Tarlos fic #Alternate Universe #Alternate First Meeting #They're clumsy boys your honour #911 lone star #911 lone star fic

[ratsoh-writes]

Oh could I have a matchup? Please! I don't usually go anon, but so you may judge fairly I will... so mysterious XDDD

I'm green kindness soul, I'm shy and very very caring. I'm a li'l clumsy, a tad ditzy and complete space head, I'm in my imagination most of the time. I like jokes and puns and I laugh no matter how many times a good joke or cleaver pun is told, but I'm kinda bad at making/telling my own jokes. I love cuddles and laying in. I can be very lazy sometimes and I'm pretty messy too. I'm INFP if that means much to you.

Looks: long dark brown hair, brown eyes. I'm Short but chubby cuz I'm fun sized.

Strengths: I like learning new things. I'm good at staying calm. Despite being shy I find it easy to get along with anyone, I apparently have some kind of cute charm that makes people want to protect and look after me, or so I've been told. It's really hard to offend me, and I hardly ever get angry. I have a big heart, love is stored within the me, I love all my friends and fam and I'm ready to defend their honour at a moments notice.

Weakness: I'm dyslexic so reading and writing are a tad difficult but i like it anyway, I'm kinda forgetful, a little naive and a bit of a cluts. I get flustered very easily and have a weakness for being teased, and kinda have a thing for bad boys. I'm too quiet some times, and I'm not comfortable in crowds. I have a fragile heart and I can be overly emotional sometimes but don't show it.

Pet peeves: people leaving the milk out of the fridge, (if I wanted it warm I would have put it in the microwave) Pausing shows or movies. My music being interrupted. Being pushed out of my comfort zone, I'll crawl out at my own pace thank you.

Odd habits: I stim by making weird noises, I coo like a pigeon when I'm stressed or tired and sometimes I randomly make a purring like noise. I don't sit still. I space out often. I get very absorbed in movies and such and if it gets tense or scary I need to cuddle with the closest person.

Hobbies: Too many and counting XDD I like drawing, tinkering, Gaming, cooking, all sorts of arts and crafts, writing, reading stories aloud, dancing, coding, singing, etc. Etc. I pick up a new hobby like every other week or so.

No nos: um... idk I'm pretty chill but I don't like people who pretend to be something they're not and I don't like disloyalty.

I'm curious to see who you'll put me with ^_^

Oh you were easy! I’ll match you with OAK (horrortale sans)!

Well first of all, your kindness was a big factor in picking him. Plus you mentioned that you’d laugh at the same joke more than once. Sometimes oak repeats things due to his wonky memory. He needs a companion who’d be patient and gentle with him, and you sound like a wonderful fit!

If you want your cuddles, you’ll get your damn cuddles lol. Also your cute factor just add fuel to the fire. Oak is a very touch guy so expect a hand on you at all times

As for the bad boy bit: softie in the streets, monster in the sheets ;)

Dating oak would include:

That animal magnetism bro. You guys will wind up making lots of furry friends during walks, and that means friends with the owners. Most of ebotts dog walkers know who oak is lol

Grocery trips are a biweekly trip that you two do together. The horror brothers hate food waste and so while they have a stocked pantry of non-perishables, they only get small bits of fresh food to make sure they use all of it. Oak can’t go on his own so would love to take you as company

He’d be actually be completely in love if you read to him. Stories are so much easier to remember when it comes from your lips

Oak also likes giving out little treats all the time. Feeding people makes him feel secure, so you’ll be getting lots of random snacks/candies from him throughout the day

#undertale imagines #horrortale #matchups

[yeet-me-off-mount-taigetos]

Perfect match pt. 2 (Hyakuzawa Yudai, gender neutral pronouns)

"Wow, Hyakuzawa-kun! That suit looks great on you." the instructor complimented to which he nodded his head along with a barely audible 'thank you'.

"Do you know where (Name) are?" he was nervous. Twenty minutes till the competition for which they were preparing for 6 months so hard. He was always doing his best, and he became pretty good, but still far less skilled than (Name) were.

"No, they said they were going to the bathroom." the instructor pondered. "Maybe they got lost? This is such a huge building. I'd better go loo-" she stopped speaking as she noticed the male has been paralyzed, gaze focused at the end of the hallway. There were (Name), running towards them.

"I'm so sorry, I got lost. It's such a huge building." they apologized with a small smile.

"I figured." she said. She saw how shocked Hyakuzawa still was. Poor boy was always embarrassed whenever he saw (Name) these days. He had his reasons though. He swore to himself that he would confess to them if they win tonight. But what if they don't? No, they must. For (Name), he must do his best. "I think I leave you two alone for a bit. Practice one last time." with that, the instructor left them.

"You look great, Yudai." they said, a little blush settling on their cheeks.

"Thanks." his monotone voice was quiet too. He was still surveying his partner. They were stunning. Their outfit emphasized the shape of their body, and it was eye-catching. He's never seen them like this, it made his heart beat faster. The make up they wore, the way their hair was styled, everything about (Name) screamed attractiveness. "You. . . look lovely." he anxiously added.

With a slightly embarrassed chuckle, they grinned. "Thank you." then their face softened. "Your bowtie. . ." they stepped closer, fixing his tie. Their arms went around his neck, then back to his front, their hand brushing his chest one time.

"Uh. . .thanks." he spluttered, clearly flustered, and (Name) noticed it.

"Yudai, calm down." they squeezed his shoulders. "We'll make it, your hard work will pay off, trust me."

"I feel like I could have done better." he admitted, his expression darkening.

"Don't be pessimist, you did very good. I know you can do it." they gave him a reassuring smile.

"I don't want to mess this up. I know your parents won't let you dance anymore if you fail tonight. I don't want to make you unhappy." (Name) were speechless. Did Mrs. Instructor tell him that?

"Yudai, chill. we won't fail. This is our night. I know we're taking that award home." their hands clutched his in a tight grip. "I can't express how thankful I am that you agreed to be my partner, and I enjoyed every second we spent together, so what if we don't win tonight? We will, of course, but if not it doesn't matter. I'll be happy regardless because I've already won by meeting you. So thank you very much."

"(Name). . ." he was stunned by their words but he took them to heart. A confident smirk plastered on his lips as he squeezed their hands. "Let's practice one more time." they nodded and so they stepped forward, taking hold of each others' hands, (Name)'s palm on his shoulder blade, Hyakuzawa's on the small of their back.

"Go ahead." they beamed.

"Alright. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. . ." the male lead his partner's each step. They weren't clumsy anymore, their dance was astonishing. (Name) were flawless as per usual, Hyakuzawa's leading has improved a lot, he was a great dance partner for (Name).

"Very good. Five minutes till the start." they stopped dancing and looked at the clock on the wall. "Let's line up." he had the entry number 9 on his suit. A lucky number (Name) noted, because they knew Hyakuzawa's jersey number was 9 too.

"I'll do my best." he stated, his grin radiating power and strength. He was serious about winning the competition for (Name).

"So will I." they added.

The entry numbers where called in, eventually reaching 9. Hand in hand, they elegantly walked out on the dance floor.

"Wow, they're so tall."

"What a tall couple! They're a perfect fit."

"Look at that tall guy, he looks so good next to his partner, like they were made for each other!"

The audience was thrown off by them, mostly because of their heights, but the quiet comments they overheard about being perfect together made them both skip a heart beat. Looking at each other, they put on their brightest smile, nervously and excitedly gripping each others' hands, almost crushing them. The music started and they took their first steps. Bodies pressed together, they felt the others' heart beating faster and faster, their steps quickening along. (Name) arched their back incredibly, they were thankful in their mind for Hyakuzawa's strong arms holding them up. Never in his life he thought he would enjoy something this much, let alone ballroom dancing. He felt so delighted holding (Name) in his arms, dancing across the ballroom. He was unaware of the stares the judges gave him. They knew he was new, but his leading made his partner stand out. Not like their perfect moves and form weren't eye-catching enough, the judges acknowledged the couple, mostly (Name) though. Of course, there were more skilled dancers that have been participating in the competition for years. The crowd cheered on them the most. Truth being told, the couple barely had a chance to win, but the thought didn't crush their spirits. They didn't have flashy moves like the others, and Hyakuzawa was still clumsy to professional eyes, but none of them cared. They had fun. They danced their heart out, for hours, round after round. The world has disappeared around them, the dance floor had space only for the two of them, as they were having the time of their lives.

The competition came to its end, the dancers all bowing to the audience, leaving the dance floor. Breathing heavily, the couple walked out of the room. The very moment they stepped into the hallways they embraced each other joyously.

"You did it, Yudai! You were great!" (Name) giggled giddily.

"I couldn't have done it without you." Hyakuzawa, still hugging them, lifted their feet of the ground and spinned them around, them laughing even more giddily. He has never felt like this before, and he didn't want this feeling to go away. They were both satisfied with their performance, having high hopes for the results.

Soon, the announcement of results began. Wishing for the best, the pair gripped each others' hands, (Name)'s nails digging into his skin, but he didn't mind, in fact, he was just as much on edge as they were. The judges announced the top 10 couples. With each numbers called, the roots of hope grew deeper.

"And at first place stands. . ." the judge looked down on his paper before reading the winners' names and entry number. Hyakuzawa and (Name) shared a glance, both of their eyes glinting gleefully, grinning from ear to ear. "entry number 31--" (Name)'s expression have clouded over, their grip on his hand loosening. They were obviously disappointed. On the other hand Hyakuzawa was. . . angry? His brows knitted together, a scowl sitting on his face. The winners received their awards, then the whole event ended, the dancers leaving to their dressing rooms. The pair, still hand in hand, passed by other contestants. They were either crying, or fuming with anger, some had their instructors scold them for their poor performance.

"Hyakuzawa-kun, (Name)-chan!" Mrs Instructor came running after them, catching them off guard with a big hug. "Congratulations!" she smiled proudly at them, like they were her own children.

"What for?" they asked, head hanging low. "We didn't win."

"So what, you did great. Especially you, Hyakuzawa-kun, I'm impressed." the male didn't respond, just looked to the side. "Come on, you were--"

"Good evening." one of the judges greeted the trio, not realising that they were in the middle of a discussion."Entry number 9, Hyakuzawa Yudai and (Full Name), yes?" the instructor nodded. "I wanted to thank you for participating tonight. I'm sad you didn't make it to the top 10, I was honestly captivated by your performance." a disappointed smile graced his lips. "(Name)-san, your skills are beyond amazing, and Hyakuzawa-san, you're a diamond that needs to be polished. You're both capable of amazing achievements, and I believe I have the chance to see you again next year. That was all I wanted to say, have a good night." the elderly man bowed, then left. The instructor looked at her students.

"You heard that? This such an honour!" she squealed enthusiastically, but they didn't return the same good spirits. "Alright kids, get changed and go home, you need a long rest. Goodnight." she pulled them into a hug again, before making her way to the exit.

Entering the changing room, (Name) rushed to their bag, fiddling with their clothes. Hyakuzawa sat down on a chair, still fuming. His hands balled into fists as he slouched in his seat. Noticing his behaviour, they stood in front of him.

"Yudai--"

"We lost." he spat. "I couldn't win for you."

"Yudai, I told you. Win or not, I'm still happy." they tried to ease his frustration by kneeling down and putting their hands on his.

"I'm not going to dance more, and you can't continue your career anymore. You're still happy?" his anger turned into disappointment "I failed you." and self-blaming.

"No, you didn't. You did your best and I'm very proud of you. I'm happy because I had the chance to compete tonight, because you helped me out. I'm happy that I've met you, Yudai. You mean more to me than dancing."

"You should've looked for someone better." was all he said before he rose from his seat, grabbing his clothes. Backs turned to each other, they both began changing their clothes, Hyakuzawa finishing earlier. "May I wait for you?" he offered.

"No, thanks. I still have some business to do." they replied quietly. "Goodnight, Yudai."

"Goodnight, (Name)." then he exited the room. He found his way out of the building, the cool breeze hitting his skin as he strolled in the empty street. The sky was already dark and he wondered how late it was. He reached into pocket but he couldn't find his phone. He checked his bag, but still no phone. With an exhausted sigh, he went back into the building, to the dressing room. He figured (Name) have already left so he casually swung the door open. He was wrong. There were his partner, head on the ground, crying their eyes out. They were clutching the entry number Hyakuzawa left behind just like he left his phone. Phone or not he was thankful that he came back, as he quickly scooped up (Name) in a hug.

"Yudai! I thought you've already left." they exclaimed, tears streaming down their face.

"I'm sorry." he buried his face in the crook of their neck.

"But it wasn't your fault." they sobbed. They gripped his clothes, crying into his shoulder.

"I broke my promise."

"Your promise?" for a moment their tears stopped as they looked up at the male.

"I promised I would win the competition with you to make you happy, but I couldn't keep it." he explained, their gaze locked on each other.

"Life is unfair, Yudai, you did your best and we still lost. It wasn't your fault, it's life's fault." they sobbed, caressing his face. "Be proud that you gave it your all."

"I can't be proud of myself when i made you cry." his brows ceased with worry for them.

"I'm not crying because of you." they lightly slapped his chest. "Of course I'm sad, We lost and now my parents won't let me dance anymore." they sniffed. "But I'm sincerely happy that you became a part of my life. I can't find the words how happy I was tonight, I enjoyed dancing with you, a lot more than I expected."

Hyakuzawa fell silent. If (Name) were honest, it was time he was honest too. "(Name), I have something to tell you." his heartbeat quickened and he was fidgety. "Ever since I met you, I explored new feelings. The highlight of my days were always afternoon practices with you at the studio. I felt strangely happy when I held you on the dance floor, and I wished that the music didn't stop, and neither did we tonight. You're very special to me and I think--" before he could finish, (Name) cupped his face in their palms, their lips softly meeting his. When they pulled away they saw the bewildered expression in his face. Blinking away the surprise, Hyakuzawa put his hands on the back of their head, pulling them in for another kiss, a longer one this time.

"Yudai, how long have you been wanting to do this?" they asked as they pressed their forehead against his, their noses bumping.

"Since you started calling me by my given name, I guess." there he was, a blushing mess as usual.

"Oh, no!" (Name) whined.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" he jolted in fear.

"No, it's just. . .my make up ruined your hoodie." they informed, clearly guilty about it.

"It's just a hoodie, I have more." and there was the blunt Hyakuzawa, as usual.

"But it's white." they exclaimed. "I'll get you another one, I promise."

"No need to." he protested apathetically.

"But--"

"No."

". . .okay."

"Get dressed, I'll wait for you outside." with that, he left the dressing room. With a delighted smile, (Name) threw their formal clothes of, putting on their casual clothes.

They left the building with him, walking down the dimly lit street. "How come you came back?" they questioned.

"I left my phone there and I--oh, I didn't pick it up when I was there." he sighed, his face showing no emotion though.

"Here, dummy." (Name) held out his phone, him taking it with a nod of his head. They reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers with his. He looked at them and they looked at him. Soft smiles sat on their lips as they continued their way home.

They won the grand prize tonight:

each other.

#haikyuu #hyakuzawa #hyakuzawa yudai #hyakuzawa yuudai #fanfiction #gender neutral #part 2 #i love this beanpole so much #he's so underrated #please love him #reader insert

[fuyuhikoismybabygansta]

How about the NDRV3 boys with a very shy and quiet s/o, asking them if they could tie him/her up when they do "it" next? The whole time they're avoiding eye contact and stuttering and blushing too.

Alright, but this is honestly me... though I’m ashamed to admit that I’m into that.

Under the cut for NSFW, obviously.

Saihara Shuuichi✎

You take a deep breath and sigh.

“U-Um, Shuuichi... Can we... uh-”

You sigh again shakily.

He’s confused.

What do you want-

Your face turns red and you look away.

“Next time we um... have... sex... can we-”

Oh, an experiment... a kink.

He’s concerned.

Oh well, you always kind of seemed vanilla anyways.

“C-C-Can... you t-tie me up?”

Vanilla... right.

He’s flustered but also worried.

“W-Wait! You want me to...?! W-What-?!”

He’s alarmed.

“Y-You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable!”

You’re insisting, it’s his decision.

He’s absolutely imploding.

“I-If it’s really something you want to do... But, will you b-b-be alright!?”

You insist, that you’ll be fine.

He eventually agrees but it won't be tight.

Amami Rantaro❂

You approach him, confident you’re going to say it without any problems.

“H-Hi, A-Amami!” 

You’re smiling and that’s when you muck up.

“Your smile... not normal. What are you planning?”

Your cheeks heat up and you glance around nervously.

“U-Uh, y’know how like... um, there was s-s-something I wanted to t-try...”

Oh dear.

Abort mission.

Any attempt at staying confident violently plummets.

“C-C-Can you... next time w-we uh... y’know, do that...”

“Ah, I understand. Am I correct in assuming you want to try out something?”

He seems to be catching on, despite the amount of words you’ve said thus far.

“...I w-want you to t-tie me up... p-please.”

You brace for impact, expecting the worst but hoping for the best.

“If that’s the case... Of course, anything for you.”

He seems so neutral but... he’s smirking a bit.

He’s totally into it.

Kiibo✪

You don’t even know where to start, so you make an effort not to beat around the bush.

“K-Kiibo... Next time we h-have sex...”

He stiffens up.

“Y-Yes?”

He tries to compose himself.

“C-Can you... maybe tie me u-up?”

You look away and hide your face.

He looks at you sternly.

“No, not completely. I am extremely clumsy and I cannot handle thinking I may hurt you in that kind of situation... I apologise.”

It’s a stone cold no from him, then.

He agrees to your wrists and that’s it.

Kaito Momota✯

He knew you were quiet but... today you were silent.

“Oi, S/O? Are you okay?”

He shuffles closer.

“I... I had a question.”

You turn to look at him and take a deep breath.

“N-Next time we... um, have... sex-”

You whispered the word which made him laugh.

“Heh, S/O, you know it’s alright to say sex, right? We’re dating now, anyway... besides, we’re teenagers. It’s all cool.”

You sigh and thank him quietly.

He tells you to continue.

“A-Ah... can you... maybe tie me up?”

He’s a little bit shocked at first, questioning why on Earth someone like you would be into that-

Well, he can’t talk.

He has a few kinks as well.

Some are impossibly outrageous.

Zero gravity sex is a cool idea okay-

He agrees, though.

He doesn’t want to do anything too rough, though, he cares too much about you.

Gonta Gokuhara✿

You ask and it goes horribly.

You’re a flustered mess and so is he.

He explains how ungentlemanly that would be of him and how he isn’t... really smart enough to tie any knots.

And obviously, you can’t tie yourself up.

He’s shocked you suggested such a thing.

He says no, but politely!!

He doesn’t want to make you sad!!!

If intimacy wasn’t an element of intercourse... he could perhaps get somebody to help but no!! You’re his S/O, nobody else’s to see in that position.

Even he didn’t like seeing you bare too much, it got him flustered.

Ouma Kokichi♕

He’s already gathered what you’re trying to say before you even finish.

“Oooh! S/O-chan wants to do that... how naughty~!”

He’s not even phased.

“Of course, I’ll be the one to help you live out your dirty fantasty~! I’m honoured, ahh~!”

Yep, he’s really into it.

He insists you do it right now.

Actually, right now.

You end up doing it and he plays the part well.

Too well...

Korekiyo Shinguuji✞

He knows somebody asking to participate in bondage when he sees it.

That’s his ultimate kink, so naturally, he says yes.

He prefers to be on the giving end of it, anyway.

He finds it admirable that you had to courage to ask...

He’s not particularly open about his kinks, so he’s proud of you.

He shows you just how proud he is when he takes your suggestion.

Regular sex? Nah, just bondage now.

It’s all you guys do now, when it comes to sex.

You change it up sometimes though.

Bondage is now considered normal and anything else is an outrageous kink.

It’s backwards but it’s good.

Hoshi Ryoma☯

Asking him is a disaster.

“Stop it... You’re giving me prison flashbacks.”

You didn’t quite expect that one.

He doesn’t seem to be too into it.

In reality, he wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of that but that isn’t what you were asking.

He’d probably be willing to try further into the relationship... but not now.

He isn’t THAT shameless... 

He feels guilty, though.

You came to him for the need for your desires to be fulfilled.

Eventually, he agrees but is quite amateur when it comes down to it.

#mod maki #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagine #saihara shuuichi #rantarou amami #kiibo #kaito momota #gonta gokuhara #ouma kokichi #korekiyo shinguuji #ryoma hoshi