#chan getting more lines yay he's come so far

[heinzpilsner]

Okay, here's the... third? second? - anyway, another part of analysing Maiko interactions in "The Beach" series.

Because I absolutely hate myself, apparently! Yay!

This part is kinda intermediate - today we'll look at the beginning of the party events in all their depressing glory.

But before analysing Maiko interactions themselves, we need to dissect Zuko's weirdly... passionate relationship with Ruon-Jian for the sake of the context.

(Ugh, who chose this guy's name? I couldn't remember its spelling properly and had to copy it every time! Your parents should be cursed for it, Rohn-Juhn!)

Anyway, our characters enter Chan's house and are greated by Ruon-Jian, who for some reason is an object of Zuko's special attention now, apparently.

"Hey! First ones here, huh?" "He thinks he's so great!"

That's a bit of... intense reaction for such a casual greeting, I'd say.

But when I think about it, it kinda... makes sense?

So far, Ruon-Jian did three notable things:

1) Had the audacity to be a popular guy who didn't want to invite Zuko at first;

2) Invited Mai personally to the party (in a pretty casual manner though);

3) Checked his hair several times.

Okay, now, when Zuko's antipathy looks much more reasonable (I bet it was the hair thing that did it to him!), let's return to the characters' lines.

The next thing Zuko does is addressing Mai about Ruon-Jian in a conversational manner:

"Well, what do you think of him?"

He actually sounds calm, but the question is downright childish. I mean, what kind of answer he expected from Mai?

"His haircut is awful"?

"Socially adapted boys are so boring?"

"You're so much greater than him, Zuko"?

"You're my forever boy"?

Mai agrees with me in my bewilderment.

"I don't have any opinion about him. I hardly know him." "You like him, don't you?"

And here it is!

Honestly, this accusation always sounded so out of the blue for me!

I mean, Mai didn't even look at the guy that much! The only one who seemed to be oddly fixated on Ruon-Jian so far was Zuko himse...

Wait a minute.

Zuko, are you... projecting?

Ta-da! What a twist!

But no, I'm just fooling around here. I mean, I wouldn't judge him if he were, but as we learn in the next part of the analysis, this is not the message that the episode really tried to deliver.

(Which makes this scene pretty awkward.)

To detect the reason behind Zuko's bizarre jealousy, let's consider some facts about the character:

The previous three years probably didn't make him especially confident about his appearance (Did he overlook all those swooning girls on the beach? Who knows, it's kinda weird);

When it comes to equal status informal interactions, Zuko is totally unsocialized. He never had an opportunity to learn how to earn respect of his peers without fighting or throwing his title around. So, it makes his position in normal teenager hierarchy relatively low;

Actually, if I remember correctly, the only non-enemy teenage boy Zuko previously interacted onscreen was Jet, and... It kinda was all about business and ended in disaster anyway?

Zuko is pretty awkward in romance, and his relationship with Mai is not exactly in its best stage now.

the best stage was in seasons 1 and 2 if you ask me

So, when Zuko can't be a prince, but forced to be just a boy among other boys in front of Mai, he feels insecure and threatened, even If he doesn't reflect on it properly.

But there's one guy around who seems to have no problems with getting respect from his peers, as well as concerns about his appearance.

The guy who also happened to invite Zuko's girlfriend to the party.

Basically, Ruon-Jian is... Zuko's new Zhao? Only from the world of teenage romance and socialization.

... And this context kinda turns Mai into either a new Avatar or a new Ozai* (yep, again). Which is... kinda cursed, I agree.

(*I mean, outwardly the competition between Zhao and Zuko was about catching the Avatar. But catching the Avatar for Zuko was mostly just a way of getting his father's love back. So, Zhao in this context can be considered as someone who tried to steal Ozai's love from Zuko. Just like Ruon-Jian in Zuko's mind tries to steal Mai's love.)

Geez, it was weird. I didn't plan to dig that deep!

But whatever.

One way or another, right now Zuko feels pretty undermined - and this is on top of his generally bad emotional state lately.

Alright! It all sounds... quite logical to me now, actually (even although seeing Zuko like this is not exactly pleasant).

The only problem though is that half of these things weren't addressed in the actual episode previously.

The show doesn't make accent on Zuko's reaction when Ruon-Jian invites Mai, and instead of showing Zuko's insecurity about his appearance, it shows us girls swooning over him.

So, Zuko's jealousy streak looks quite random - not to mention unmotivated. Mai literally didn't give him a single reason to suspect her interest in Ruon-Jian.

I dunno, perhaps Mai can be hard to read for Zuko sometimes, but she's not that unreadable! That way, he could imagine any random feelings and intentions behind her poker face and accuse her of it.

"You want to smear a platypus bear with mayonnaise and tie it to the chandelier, don't you, Mai?" would sound about as legitimately at this point.

and I have no idea why it's the first thing that came to my mind

Seriously though, there is no respect or trust for Mai in Zuko's behaviour whatsoever. Basically, he just ignored the lack of evidence, as well as Mai's own answer, completely.

But what kind of relationship can you build without respect or trust?

If he just doesn't believe Mai's words even though she didn't lie to him before, what is she supposed to do?

On the other hand, can you really blame Zuko for doubting Mai's love after the way she treated him recently?

So, instead of reacting to the real situation with the real people, he's stuck too deep in his own head, where he's never good enough, and all the resources inevitably end up in the hands of zhaos*, while all the love is slipping away.

In his mind, Zuko is in the process of losing another battle.

(*Hmm, on the other hand, his rivalry with Azula should run much deeper than with Zhao. I dunno, both versions kinda work, when I think about it.)

Of course, this is just my far-fetched interpretation - Zuko's irrationality could have different mechanisms behind it. But all I can really think about is either this, or... suppressed bisexuality hypothesis? Or both. Oh my.

...Anyway, the boy is clearly not okay.

Mai isn't going to address the problems though - she just sighs heavily and walks away. Perhaps she's planning to wait until Zuko ends up in a less distressing environment to... just stop worrying and forget about it?

Well, good luck with this strategy, girl. I'm sure with Zuko in such a state it will lead you to fantastic results.

But so far, it's calm before the storm.

...And we'll look at the storm in the next disastrous parts of the 'Analyzing beach Maiko' series, because I can't take more of this torture today, apparently!

Thanks for your attention?..

I still ignore all the notifications.

(Kinda didn't expect that I'll manage to find not just one, but two hypotheses of Zuko's irrationality here, lol. I wonder whether it was a writer's intention, or this meaning kinda worked out in itself in spite of sloppy writing.)

#atla #zuko #mai atla #anti maiko

[sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff]

Running incident oneshot

(1st person POV reader’s perspective)

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I knew I wasn’t supposed to do this

I was warned many many times by my brass friends not to do it and so did Yachi when she and I were walking to the field (yay shy buddies for life)

But I didn’t give a half-lick of a shit

Almost everyone else got to run and most of them sucked at it so I had to go and do something 

I had a plan: go to the bathroom, switch hats on the way back being careful to hide my hair, change glasses, and change shirt too just to avoid extra caution on Iwaizumi-san’s end

It’s the perfect plan and it’s 4 field laps so this should be fun

I knew just when to come back too so everyone would be starting and Iwaizumi would be occupied with Kyotani and keeping his ass in line. It was an all-bases-covered situation and now it was time to hit that sweet home run to victory

I kept an eye out for my section leaders and Oikawa knowing they’ve taken me out of the running conditioning before (but then again I hadn’t been taking extra precautions soooo…)

I would have to pace this just right to make sure I wasn’t spotted

At most points I’d have to stay ¼ of the track away from all of the vigilant leaders and ½ when I was harder to see and in a pack of quiet people away from loud-mouth snitches like Ushijima, Yamamoto, Atsumu, Tanaka, Hinata, and most importantly Hanamaki and Matsukawa because I know I’d have to pay them both to stay quiet for the rest of band camp

I wouldn’t really have to worry about Bokuto and Kuroo because the former was always blathering to Akaashi (I mean why would you not talk to your boyfriend especially when he’s that hot) and the latter was trying to get Kenma to try harder and make Lev not suck

This meant I would have to stick near Sakusa, Suna, Watari, and Kunimi in order to stay hidden away from the narc-ass prying eyes I knew would be looking for me and when I returned from the restroom

So as everyone was starting I stealthily moved into the small pack with those 4 knowing of my plan and how to execute it (Sakusa knew I wS the only one who took handwashing seriously, Suna liked my hilarious photos of Atsumu courtesy of Osamu, Watari like the help with theory, and Kunimi like that I wasn’t a loud-mouth and they all like that I never bragged despite my skill level)

The plan was simple: I’d blend in between all 4 of them with my dark hat and basically attach to Suna when we turned corners

We knew how to do this because we’ve done it before on staggering days for several weeks now

How I haven’t got caught up until now I will never know

But we were doing good now and that’s all that mattered

Until I spotted that all too familiar denim and khaki “Hollywood” hat with soft brown tufts peeking out of it over a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses coming behind us

Shit

Why out of all days did this have to be Oikawa’s running Check-in

He came up and ran beside Kunimi who was on my right side and being who he is he chatted Kunimi up

“Hello, Kunimi-chan how is your run so far?”

Kunimi just responds with an “It’s alright you?” good just like we practiced

“Great! oh hey, who’s your new running buddy? What section is he in?” not good he saw me but at least he didn’t know it was me (yet) and it wasn’t something we had practiced before given how otherwise flawless it was 

“He’s just someone who we kinda just ended up running with honestly” talk about thinking on your feet

“Ah, I see! I’m glad you’re making some more friends Kunimi-chan.” ok good we should be fine since usually, he moves on after a comment like that

But Kunimi had other plans to try and cover my escape from Oikawa’s line of sight 

“Hey um, Oikawa-san is there a way you can get some of the clarinet players below Kageyama to be better? I kinda just wanna see him end up being last chair because he’s a dick” oof smooth, real smooth indeed

“Well I’m sure I could figure some things out and make that happen for you” 

Just as Oikawa starts talking I turn to look at Suna and nod letting him know I’m gonna break from the group and finish as fast as I can

I jog out of our little pod-like arrangement and detach from the group entirely and speed up to prevent anyone catching me 

At least, I thought that would work

Which it didn’t

Because about 30 seconds after I made it far enough ahead that he wouldn’t get me quickly, he managed to be right at my side keeping my pace

Bastard

“So I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you back there, I guess Kunimi-chan really did need something from me-” just stay silent Y/N don’t say a fucking word

“Hey are you hearing me? I asked you something” I just let out kind of a low grunt sound and shrugged

“What I asked is what is your name? You kinda seemed like you were staring into space”

I couldn’t say anything! He would know it’s me!

So what did I do?

Run faster

“HEY SLOW DOWN! IWA-CHAN GET THEM!”

FUCK

Iwaizumi turns around and runs toward me as I try to dodge Oikawa’s attempts to sandwich me

DOUBLE FUCK

At least my eyes are hidden behind prescription Pit Vipers that are like watermelon colored in their reflective lenses

So they can’t see my wider than dinner plate eyes darting everywhere

What I forgot to do however

Was look behind me for where Oikawa was

Because my dumbass forgot how fast he can sprint 

And his arms were now around my midsectionand keeping me from running any farther

The first thing to give me away was my 221 bpm heart rate

Which Oikawa could now feel through his arms 

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU DON’T YOU KNOW THAT YOU COULD GET SEVERELY HURT GOING THAT FA- Y/N?!?!?!” oh of COURSE Oikawa took my Pit Vipers off to let Iwaizumi see who it was

“wait…Y/N-chan?! How did you do that?! I thought you were with Yachi-chan!”

“Oikawa take her to the dug-out. We have to talk”

“Come on now Y/N-chan-” Oikawa said while he started to let me go

“PLEASE JUST LET M-ME FINISH”

“I’m sorry Y/N-chan but I can’t.” and instead of letting me go he picked me up princess-style to the dug-out

~LE TIMESKIP~

“Well? Do you have anything you want to tell us?” Iwaizumi said to me while looking at down me with his arms crossed

I looked up and just turned my head away from them in defiance

“Well L/N you know that you weren’t supposed to go out there and run at all. Why did you do it? Do you know how worried Oikawa was when I thought you didn’t come back from the bathroom?! Do you know how worried Oikawa and I were at how fast you were going?!”

“I-I’m s-s-sorry I-I” and of course broke down crying from the pressure

“Hey hey it’s ok Y/N-chan Iwa is just concerned about you and I am too. We just want what’s best for you”

“It’s fine just let me fini-” Oikawa literally cut me off by putting a finger to my mouth mid-word (rude) 

“Why don’t I stop you right there. You are not going to finish that, you are going to stay here and rest for the rest of visual block sweetie.” 

Di-did he just try to sweet-talk me?!

Oh HELL no

I try to get up as Iwaizumi pulls me back down onto the bench

“Where do you think you’re going?” that bastard

“Back to the field?” 

“Iwaizumi can you please help with warm up?”

“Oikawa I have to go back to the field since the drum majors are calling me. Keep her in here would ya?” 

“Oh no problem Iwa-chan! I love spending time with my sectionmates. And besides I have to obviously talk to her about what happened” he says this while smiling at me 

“ ‘Kay thanks.” and he runs out of the Cripple Tent(™)

“Alright Y/N-chan I’m not going to berate you, but I do really need to know why you went against the rules for you running.”

“I-I w-was j-just s-sick of n-not getting to d-do cond-ditioning with everyone I-I-I-I’m s-sorry”

“I understand how you feel, but you can’t do something like that without talking to a leader about it first because we know how hard you push yourself and we don’t want you to get hurt.” he looked at me with genuine concern in his eyes and facial expression

“I-I’m s-so s-s-sorry f-f-for c-causing s-so m-many p-problems s-s-s-sir”

“It’s ok Y/N-chan, but you still need a punishment” he now is wearing a smirk that everyone in the flute section is all too familiar with O_o

“W-wait nonononoononononononononoono”

He didn’t aknowlege what I said but he just picked me up with ease and put me up to his back and crossed his legs over mine and put my arms behind his back and presses them to the wall using his back. 

“Just relax Y/N-chan it’ll be easier for you” 

***OIKAWA’S POV***

“Just relax Y/N-chan it’ll be easier for you” I said to her while pinning her in such a way that will make my job easier

Even though I was behind her I could still see the vermillion blush on her face as I put my arms around her and perch my head on her shoulder

“It’s ok Y/N-chan we all know you’re good at what you do” 

Her blush gets darker as if compliments are toxic and embarrassing?!?!

Y/N’s POV

“It’s ok Y/N-chan we all know you’re good at what you do”

Fuck

He’s gonna waste all of visual block showering me in compliments to I guess ‘condition’ me to not overwork myself

But I know he’s wasting his time because why on earth would I let an interference like that come and mess up my work? 

“Y/N-chan are you listening to me? I’m trying to tell you how great of a flute player you are! And how amazing the rest of our section thinks you are!” 

fuck he’s on to me

“Oh uh- I got distracted what were you saying?” 

Good cover-up

He suddenly got up and said: “hold on stay right there”

Fuck

“HEY V/C/N CAN I BORROW IWA-CHAN FOR A FEW MINUTES?!”

And then on the speaker thing the V/C/N had said “Sure Oikawa, Iwaizumi can you please head over to the dugout?”

About 20 seconds later Iwaizumi came jogging in sweating after clearly doing across the floors 

“Hey what the hell do you need Shittykawa?”

“Y/N-chan won’t listen to me what do I do?!?!?” Oikawa cried 

“What do you me- oh wait I get it. You’re trying to condition her to take your compliments”

“Yes! But she won’t listen to me! And we can’t make her run for running!”

“Oi L/N stand up”

“Y-yes s-sir”

“Come here”

So I slowly came to him and he immediately embraced me tightly and said to me:

“Oikawa and I will not let you go until you admit that you are good at flute, deserve your place in SWC, and that you will not run again got it?”

“Y-yes s-sir.”

“Now say it”

“It”

“You smart ass”

“Fine”

“I am good at flute, deserve my place in SWC,  and I will not run again”

“Good job. You still have to sit out of vis block”

“Damn it”

THE END

also on AO3!!

#sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh #shy!reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader x oikawa #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #oikawa tooru #oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #holy shit it's good to be back

[sachirou-senpai]

if you don't mind can i request general headcannons for being karasuno & nekoma's female manager?

of course! 💞💞💖💝💕 i hope you enjoy!!!

Karasuno:

okay, i firmly believe this would be one of the most emotionally fulfilling teams to manage

just seeing them all come so far?

and the way the boys get along i mean, it's chaotic, but it's so pure too

and of course they all love you dearly

it's like a bunch of brothers

i'd say you're probably in your second year

tanaka and noya are your absolute best friends

and so are enoshita and narita and kinoshita, but you're just closer with tanaka and noya

y'all probably get into a fair amount of shit together

but you gotta keep it to yourselves because you are the Precious Little Manager-Chan and you must keep your reputation good for the first years (no you cannot escape that nickname, even if you're taller than all of them)

speaking of the first years, they're so nice to you??

they love you soooo much and they just think you're such a cool person

yes, even tsukishima. he absolutely has a soft spot for you.

except to see Hinata and a rather reluctant Kageyama trying to stuff chocolates into your locker on Valentine's day

not even in a romantic way, they don't really like you like that

they just wanted to be nice

which makes your heart go 💕💗💝💕💞💕💞💝

the third years are absolute blessings omg

asahi really feels calm around you, he's usually much less anxious

you just have that effect, with yachi and hinata too

daichi feels like he can kinda let loose around you? away from the rest of the team, though

if you're eating lunch together he's a lot less formal and he's honestly such a funny guy

suga does the same thing as daichi, he doesn't have to be the "mom" friend, he can just be sugawara koushi for a little bit and he absolutely loves it

kiyoko loves you. that's it. no more.

i'm kidding, but she really does love you and she's so sad to leave you but she knows you're more than capable

oh we can't forget about yams! he is babie. you love him. you're secretly trying to get tsukki to realize he's in love with him. it's kinda working. #operationreader-chanmakestsukkirealizehesinlovewithyamaguchi

coach ukai also really likes you, mostly because you keep the boys in line and don't let them eat too many snacks, but he thinks you're pretty nice too

takeda sensei thinks you're a blessing from the heavens.

overall, 10/10 team. you will not be dating anyone until college though. they're all too protective for that.

Nekoma:

this would be such a silly team to be a manager for!!

you'd definitely have a lot of fun

honestly they're probably such sweethearts

actually, y'know what, they are and you can't tell me otherwise.

you're also a second year

with kenma 💞

omg kenma loves you so much

not that he'd show it

but he just loves that you're so patient with him and that you treat the team so well

speaking of treating the team well, they're all fucking in love with you because of how nice you are to them

kuroo high-key looks up to you (even if you're shorter than him) because you're so kind and gentle with his team

oh don't get me wrong, manager-chan can kick some ass when you need to, but you're sweet to them as a general rule

lev follows you like a lost puppy most of the time, because he is a lost puppy most of the time

yaku tells you not to be so nice to lev and like "whip him into shape" or something but honestly he thinks it's adorable how patient and sweet you are with him

and the other first years!

you're! so! sweet! to! them!

give them so many hugs and let them know they're loved 💝💞💗

yuki and tamahiko are literal dolls around you, you've gotten yourself some personal assistants

sometimes they act like the manager for you so you don't have to work as much

and you're like, "babes, this is my job"

whatever, just let them do it. it makes them feel good

also, the coaches let you sleep with the team when you're at training camps because sometimes the first years get anxious about being away from home 🥺💝

i think inuoka would be a really fun person to be around, like y'all would have so much fun!

he'd be the type to stay up a little too late with you to watch fail videos on your phone

kenma and fukunaga also really like fail videos but would never tell you because they feel guilty

it's true, #kenmaandfukunagaareclosetedfailvideolovers

kuroo absolutely does not feel any shame, and will annoyingly watch over your shoulder

once, he laughed so hard he woke up the whole team and he swears you beat him into next week

kai. is such an angel. he had such kind eyes. will be your salvation when it all gets too much. so nice. please hug him. he needs it.

yaku is nice. he also deserves hugs. he also does not kick you. he loves you too much.

yamamoto is so chaotic!!! he protects you at all costs

he will even sacrifice his pride for you, without a doubt, he just loves you

you probably bring them some sort of sweet treat every week, and they really wanted to give you something back so yamamoto and kai tried to organize a hangout where they'd make you something nice

they made you "cookies"

i don't think they could really be considered cookies

let's just say you thought you were being poisoned

you ate them anyway and hoped they were actually edible

although the next day you found a box of cookies in your locker with a note that said "we love you lots, thanks for being our manager. -kenma"

you died of happiness.

194829203910/10 team. so wonderful. 💗🥺💕💝🥺💝

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Yay! hope you liked it!!

this basically turned into "in which ______ school's volleyball team falls head over heels in love with their manager" and i'm really here for it

i 💞 these boys and they 💞 us too 💗💗💗

Requests and matchups are open!

#karasuno #haikyuu x you #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #nekoma #nekoma x reader #karasuno x reader #kuroo tetsurou #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #hinata shoyuo #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #kageyama tobio #shimizu kiyoko #asahi azumane #nishinoya yuu #kenma kozume #lev haiba #yaku morisuke #yamamoto taketora #elliewrites #inuoka sou #ennoshita chikara #tanaka ryuunosuke #kuroo x reader #kageyama #tw: gif #tw: gifs

[lamptracker]

FIC: This Seat Taken? (Seo Changbin/Female Reader)

Literally the only reason I got this done was because I broke my toe and have an abundance of sitting-around time. So... yay, I suppose.

Onward.

Title: This Seat Taken?

Pairing: Seo Changbin (Stray Kids)/Female Reader

Summary: The reader finds herself falling in love with her best friend Changbin.

Warnings: A few potty words but other than that, not much really.

Author’s Note(s): This takes place in a world where A. There have only ever been eight members of Stray Kids (we do not talk about the AT&T of people) and B. Minho’s cats live in the dorms with them. 

Which brings up two questions: Why don’t Minho’s cats live in the dorms? And have they fixed that stupid curtain yet??

As per tradition I tag @jisungiesbunnie​ I keep bringing this up in the Discord lol

The very last thing you wanted was to be part of a cliche.

They were everywhere. The “enemies to lovers.” The old standby “oh my God, they were roommates.” The good old fashioned “best friends to lovers.”

You wanted absolutely no part of it.

So why were you in danger of falling prey to “best friends to lovers”?

And moreover, why were you falling hopelessly in love with Seo Changbin?

**

You met Seo Changbin at a very vulnerable time in your life.

You were sixteen years old, and it was your first day at your new high school. You knew absolutely nobody. And since you were the new kid in school, there wasn’t a soul that wanted anything to do with you. Nobody wanted to sit near you in class. Even the teachers didn’t call on you, which was super unfortunate since you totally knew the answer in your math class. That wouldn’t have stung so much if the kid she called on had gotten it right.

So, at lunch, you found a table in the far corner, nobody around for what seemed like miles. This is as good a spot as any, you thought as you settled in. 

You were partway through your cheese sandwich when you suddenly heard a deep voice say, “This seat taken?”

You looked up to find… a boy. He was short - not much taller than you were - but he had a lean yet muscular build and kind eyes.

“I don’t suppose so,” you muttered quietly.

The boy sat across the table from you. “I don’t recognize you,” he said. “Are you new?”

You nodded.

“Ah! Okay. Well, my name is Changbin, Seo Changbin?”

“(y/n),” you replied. “You’re the first person all day that’s actually said more than five words to me. And those five words have usually been get out of my way.”

Changbin scoffed. “That’s terrible. Look, some of these people can be real jerks, I-”

“Hey, Changbin! What’re you doing talking to that loser?”

The voice belonged to a boy who was in your social studies class, one who’d shoved you out of the way in the hallway to get to the lunchroom first.

“She’s not a loser, she’s just new. And she seems really nice. So if you can’t be nice to her, just go sit down.”

The boy rolled his eyes as he walked away. 

“Thank you,” you said shyly.

“No problem.” Changbin flashed you a lopsided grin; you couldn’t help giggling in response.

“I have a really hard time making friends,” you admitted. “And my family moves around for my dad’s job, that doesn’t help.”

“Well, I am honored to be your friend. I mean, if you’ll let me.”

You smiled warmly at him. “Of course.”

**

The two of you were thick as thieves after that. It wasn’t long before you were over at each others’ houses all the time - it got to the point where your mom was picking up Changbin’s favorites at the store - and texting each other constantly. You didn’t let a day go by without at least texting each other once. 

Even when you graduated from high school and went your separate ways - you went off to college, studying communications and mass marketing; he auditioned for a new K-Pop group that was forming - you made sure to talk every day.

You were there for each other when times were good - when you got accepted to your dream school, when Changbin was selected for Stray Kids. And when times were bad - Changbin was really down when Minho was eliminated, you’d had to have knee surgery right after you graduated college, and let’s not forget every failed girlfriend he’d had and every failed boyfriend you’d racked up.

He helped you find your job, too. You were six months out of college and still hadn’t found a job yet.

“I’m starting to think I majored in the wrong thing,” you lamented to Changbin over coffee one afternoon. “I loved my studies, but I just can’t seem to land even an interview. I thought communications was a growing industry, but…”

“I’m so sorry,” Changbin replied. “Let me see what I can do.”

“What you can do?” you echoed. “What can you do?”

“Give me a week,” he assured you. Shrugging, you turned back to your coffee.

“My mom wants me to join a temp agency,” you said. “If you can’t find something for me by this time next week, I’m going to.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Two days later, you’d gotten a call from an administrative assistant at JYPE. Your resume came across their desk, see, and looking over your credentials they thought you’d be perfect for a job that just opened up. Well, have you ever heard of the new group, Stray Kids? You’d be their assistant, pretty much. JYPE would book appearances and organize tours; you would be responsible for booking flights and hotels and meal reservations and whatnot. You would also live in the dorm with them - you’d get your own room, of course, far away from the rest of the guys (they’re all nice but Chan snores, a lot of them are talkers and Minho curses in his sleep). You might be asked to do a little light housekeeping, maybe cook on occas-

“I’ll take it!” you exclaimed. 

The assistant laughed. “You don’t even know how much we’re paying you.”

“Don’t care,” you replied. “I’ve been jobless for half a year, and I have student loans. I’ll take it.”

Later that afternoon, you were enjoying a cup of coffee at your favorite shop, looking over the email from JYPE detailing your contract.

“This seat taken?”

“Seo Changbin! You did it, you son of a bitch.”

“Did what?” Changbin sat across from you and took a sip of his coffee, thoroughly confused.

You chuckled. “JYPE called me today. I’m going to be Stray Kids’ official assistant. I’ll be booking flights and hotels for appearances and the tour, I’ll be living with you guys and-”

“What!” Changbin rose from his seat and ran around to your side of the table, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “That’s amazing! I thought they’d just get you a job in the office or answering fanmail or something, I wasn’t expecting that!” He pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Okay, um. Fair bit of warning about the guys’ sleeping habits, uh-”

“They told me about a couple. Uh… Chan snores and Minho swears in his sleep.”

“Hyunjin and Jisung talk in their sleep,” Changbin added. “Felix always has to be hugging someone or something. Seungmin always, just, screams right as he falls asleep. Jeongin’s a sleepwalker, that’s super fun. We had to put like four locks on the door, we lock every other one because he just goes down the line and thinks he’s unlocking all of them. And-”

“You talk in your sleep too,” you finished. “Most of the time you’re looking for something or you’re lost, but I have definitely heard you do it.”

Changbin looked slightly wounded. “I was going to say I don’t think I do anything, but… okay, I guess.”

You laughed. “Hey, um, thanks. For helping me out. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He squeezed your shoulder again before sliding out of the booth.

**

Some people who fall hopelessly in love with their best friend will tell you they can’t pinpoint the exact reason why they fell in love. 

You can, though.

It was a year after you first moved into the dorm… and it was all Lee Minho’s fault.

You were going through the bedrooms, gathering up laundry.

“Just once,” you muttered to yourself, “if these morons could get their underpants in the vicinity of the hamper, I’d be happy.”

“They’re not mine.”

You jumped, nearly bonking the top of your head on the top bunk of one of the beds. “Damn it, Minho, you scared the crap out of me.”

Minho chuckled quietly. “Sorry. How’s it going?”

“Peachy. I’m so glad I went to college so I could clean up after a bunch of overgrown children.”

“Oh, come on. We’re not that bad, are we?”

You laughed. “No. I’m just… I guess I’m grouchy today, that’s all. Didn’t sleep well last night. I actually really do like this job, I’m grateful that Changbin helped me get it.”

Minho nodded slightly. “He's going out again tonight?”

“Yep. This girl he met at the grocery store, Ha-Rin? That might be right, I’m not sure. I can’t keep track anymore.”

“Wow,” Minho said. “He’s been really unlucky in the girls department lately, hasn’t he?”

“He really has, I don’t get it.”

“Do you think… do you think they’re jealous of you?”

You shrugged. “It’s possible. I’m a girl who lives with him and has been friends with him for years. Plus I am a snack.” You made a passing motion over your body. “Who wouldn’t be jealous of this?”

Minho laughed loudly. “I might be out of line here, and feel free to punch me for it, but… but do you ever get jealous of them?”

You wrinkled your nose in confusion. “What?”

“I mean, you guys have been friends since you were sixteen. You’ve never wondered what it was like to date him?”

You scoffed. “No! Absolutely not. He’s my best friend, that would be so weird. Like dating my brother or something, gross.”

Minho laughed again, raising his hands in a sort-of defensive gesture. “Okay! Sorry I brought it up.”

But that night, you had a weird dream. You were at your senior prom (in real life, you and Changbin had skipped it to have a Marvel movie marathon). You were wearing a beautiful royal blue dress, with sequins - not too many, just enough to make it classy. 

You were slow dancing with… someone. You couldn’t tell who. It was dark, and your arms were wrapped around their neck, your head nestled on their shoulder; their arms were wrapped firmly around your waist. 

“Close your eyes,” a soft, yet vaguely familiar voice whispered.

You did; the person holding you unwrapped one arm from your waist, tipped your chin up, and gently pressed their lips to yours. You quickly melted into the kiss, pressing yourself closer to them as the kiss deepened slightly.

The other person pulled away slowly; you opened your eyes…

...and found yourself staring at none other than Changbin.

You sat up with a start, and you were a side sleeper, so you nearly fell out of bed.

“God damn you, Minho,” you muttered as you pulled the blanket over your head. “I can’t tell him. I can never tell him. I don’t want to lose his friendship.”

So you made two solemn vows: You vowed to punch Lee Minho in the face the next time you saw him, and you vowed never to tell Changbin how you felt about him. 

You settled for giving Minho a dirty look over breakfast the next morning. As for the other thing, well...

**

Every time Changbin had a new girlfriend, your heart dropped ever-so-slightly in your chest. And always twice: Once, when he’d first start dating her; and once, when she broke up with him.

It was practically identical every single time: He would meet a girl. He would rush into the living room, a big smile plastered on his face, and exclaim: “I met the most amazing girl!” He would list off her qualities - pretty, smart, funny, ordered the same obscure thing from the Thai place that he liked, etc. They’d start dating. He’d come home after their third date and proclaim: “I think she might be The One, y’know? She’s - oh, wipe that look off your face, Lee Minho; I mean it this time.” Things would go really well for a brief amount of time. The longest was five months; the shortest, two weeks. 

And when it inevitably went south, that was practically identical every single time as well. He’d trudge through the door, kick off his shoes, slump down on the couch, and say: “Okay, Minho, you can say I told you so now.” 

Minho would always refrain, to his credit, except for when Changbin and Ha-Rin (the grocery store girl) broke up; he did not like Ha-Rin. That was a really long story. But let’s just say if cats think you’re evil, so will Minho; and his cats absolutely hated Ha-Rin. (Especially Dori, and Dori loves everybody.)

Anyway, after giving Minho the chance to gloat (which, as previously mentioned, he only did once), Changbin would give you a Look™ and you would follow him into your room. The other guys knew not to bother you in there, so it was a safe place. He’d slump down onto the bed and smile sadly at you while patting the space next to him.  

“This seat taken?” you’d ask, mimicking one of his favorite lines. He would shake his head ever-so-slightly. And you’d sit, and open your arms, and he’d fall into them, sobbing all the while.

Sometimes, he would tell you why they broke up with him. They were all terrible reasons, too: Just wanted to see what it was like to date an Idol. Wanted to make their ex jealous. Needed a date to this work/school/family thing. Just trying to get closer to Chan (twice), Hyunjin (four times), Jeongin (three times), Minho’s cats (once; that girl was weird). In at least one case, it was because of you. (That was why he and Ha-Rin broke up; he never told you that was why, but she did. Seems she made him choose between her or being friends with you and he picked you. Of course, you’d never tell him you knew.)

And every single time, your heart shattered right along with his, because you knew that you would never do this to him. So why didn’t he know that?

**

Those feelings only solidified the night you got dumped.

You had been dating Daeshim for roughly eight months or so. You’d met at the grocery store, and were immediately drawn to him. In hindsight, you admittedly pulled a Changbin: You fell for him, hard and fast. The two of you were practically inseparable. You’d kissed on the third date, he said “I love you” after a month, you were already making plans for you future house (try to find something within a few miles of the dorms), your wedding (he didn’t bat an eye when you said that instead of bridesmaids, you wanted your eight roommates to stand up with you), even your kids’ names (Nabi for a girl, Yu-jun for a boy). He not only wasn’t jealous of the fact that you lived with eight men, he embraced it. “They were here before I was,” he’d said, “so why would that bother me?”

Daeshim was your person.

Until… he wasn’t.

The guys were all at the studio, practicing choreography for their upcoming music video, so you were home alone. Perfect environment for wallowing.

You were on the couch, curled up in a giant blanket, sobbing so hard that at one point you were afraid you’d cry your brain right out of your nose. You were a hot mess - your hair was disheveled, your eyes and nose were red and puffy, your face was wet with tears and sweat and God knows what else. You did not look cute.

And, naturally, that was the moment Changbin came home.

“Oh, no, hey,” he said softly. “Did something happen with you and Daeshim?”

You nodded hastily.

“Want me to make the other guys go away for a bit?”

You shook your head. “They’re okay.”

“Well… do you want to go to your room? We can talk there.”

You sniffled as you reached for the box of tissues. “Okay.”

Changbin helped you off the couch and gingerly led you to your room as the other guys came spilling into the living room. Felix started to ask what was going on, but Changbin just shook his head and silently mouthed I’ll tell you later.

Changbin carefully helped you onto the bed. Reversing the roles slightly, you smiled sadly at him and patted the seat next to you.

Changbin couldn’t help but smile a small smile as he said, “This seat taken?” You shook your head; he settled down next to you. “Okay, what’s going on?”

You opened your mouth to tell him what had happened, but a loud sob came out instead.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Changbin soothed as he wrapped his arms around you. “Take your time, tell me when you’re ready.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in his chest as a fresh wave of tears came. Changbin said nothing, just held you as you cried, occasionally rubbing soothing circles over your back.

Finally, you sat up and took a deep breath. “He cheated on me.”

Changbin raised an eyebrow. “He did what now?”

“I caught him,” you explained. “I went to the coffee shop down the street to get a drink and one of those croissants with the chocolate in the middle, you know? And I did a little work while I was there, too, figured it’d be nice to get out for a bit. Anyway, I walked out to come home and… and I saw them.”

“Oh, no.”

Just when you thought you had no tears left, an altogether new supply started welling up in your eyes. “He met someone at work,” you said. “They were put on a project together, they got to talking, one thing led to another. He says he loves me but he loved them too and he couldn’t choose. So… you know… I chose for him.”

“And this person still wants to date him?”

“Went back to the cafe to get my laptop charger, saw them kissing when I came back out.”

“Ugh. Wow, (y/n), I’m so sorry.”

You snorted as you tightened your grip around his waist, resting your head on his chest again. “Usually this is the other way around, I’m the one consoling you after a breakup. Must be nice for you to have the situation reversed for a switch.”

“Actually, it kills me to see you like this. You don’t deserve that, I mean nobody does, but especially you. You are amazing, you know that? You’re sweet, you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, you’re completely hilarious. You’ve done two things that I thought were impossible, you can out-drink Jisung and you can out-weird Seungmin. And, do you even know how pretty you are? Daeshim fucked up, and royally at that. Any guy would be so lucky to have you.”

You couldn’t help but smile through your tears at his words. But, you knew they were just that: words. He didn’t really feel that way about you. He was just trying to make you feel better.

Or was he?

Nonetheless, he only liked you as a friend, as far as you knew, and he was just helping lift your spirits.

He was successful at that, but he was even more successful at making you fall even deeper in love with him. The feelings you thought you’d gotten rid of when you and Daeshim started dating not only resurfaced, but intensified.

You sighed deeply, finally allowing yourself to relax in Changbin’s arms. His grip was firm but not too tight, just enough to make you feel safe and protected. He didn’t say anything else, he just allowed you to relax; occasionally he’d give you a gentle squeeze. Before too long, you were dozing.

It was only slightly weird that it was one of the best nights of sleep you’d ever had.

You woke up late the next morning, alone, but there was a glass of juice and two muffins on the bedside table. Had to go to practice, the handwritten note under the glass read. Sorry I couldn’t be here to have breakfast with you, so I figured I’d at least feed you. They’re blueberry muffins, Felix baked them fresh this morning. Take the day off if you need to, I’ll explain everything if JYP asks. Please call if you need anything.

Love, Binnie

You smiled softly to yourself as you bit into one of the muffins. Changbin was so sweet, and wanted to make sure you were taken care of. Just like a good friend should.

You scoffed slightly. Friend. That was all he’d ever be. Better get used to it...

**

Not long after you and Daeshim broke up, Changbin started dating this girl he’d met… somewhere. You didn’t know. Or, honestly, care. But her name was Min Jee, and she was way different from the other girls he's dated. She was pretty for sure, but she was funny and sweet and everything Changbin had been looking for. (And Minho’s cats? Adored her.)

Plus, she didn’t seem to be threatened by you in the slightest, so that was a definite plus.

You tried so hard to be happy for them. You even went out for coffee with Min Jee a few times, just the two of you, while the guys were practicing. That whole funny and sweet thing was no act - she really was that nice and that hilarious. She was touched that you wanted to be your friend, and you could have been her best friend, except for the fact that you guys had one thing in common: You were both madly in love with her boyfriend.

Two months into their relationship, the dynamic changed. 

“You’re home early,” you said as Changbin gently closed the door behind him. “I didn’t expect you back until later, how’s Min Jee?”

“We broke up.” Changbin hung his keys by the door and started into the kitchen.

You sighed. “Oh, Binnie, again? I am so sorry this keeps happening to you.”

Changbin shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be, you know?”

For some reason - to this day, you have no idea why - but for some reason, this was the moment you finally snapped.

“You know, you go out with a lot of girls,” you started. “You always fall for them really quickly, and really hard. And you always end up single again after a few weeks. And it - you know what, Changbin? It breaks my heart, it really does. I thought Min Jee was different, but looks like I was wrong, you know? It absolutely breaks my heart to see this happen to you over and over and over again, because you deserve so much better than that. You deserve someone that truly loves you for who you are, not just because you’re an idol. You deserve someone who cares about you, who’s there for you when things are rough, who just… who loves you with every fiber of her being. I can almost guarantee that there’s not a single girl out there who can be even a fraction of those things, who can even come close to loving you as much as I do.”

Changbin’s eyes grew wide as your rant came to a close. He just stared at you for a moment, jaw slack, not saying a word…

...and that was the moment when your brain realized what your mouth had done.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

You know that thing you were never ever ever EVER going to tell him? That thing you were going to take to the grave with you?

Yeah, you just realized your greatest fear: You opened your mouth, and out it went. 

Look, brain, you said to yourself. You can beat me up in a minute, okay? For now, though…

“I have to get out of here,” you said. You turned around and ran out the door, not even bothering to pull it closed behind you. You ran out the front door of the dorms, down the street, to the park just at the end of the block. You didn’t stop running until you reached the small pond near the back of the park - not too many people knew about this pond. It was small and clean and had a bench off to one side of it, facing the water. 

Changbin found it one day, not long after he’d moved into the dorms. It was the perfect place to go to catch a breath of fresh air. He brought you here not long after you’d moved in; the two of you came here often to talk about things you didn’t want the other guys to overhear.

You slumped down on the bench, buried your head in your hands, and started sobbing.

Do your worst, brain, you said. I deserve it.

Of course you do, moron. How could you say that? How could you tell him you love him? There is no possible way he loves you back, you know that, right? You’re probably responsible for him being dumped so many times anyway, they’re all jealous of you. Even Min Jee, she didn’t REALLY like you. She was pretending, for his sake. He just hasn’t figured that out yet. You know what you just did, right? You ruined any chance of a romantic relationship with him, and not only that you’ve completely ruined your friendship. You are such a…

“This seat taken?”

You didn’t answer, instead you kept sobbing quietly into your hands. You thought that maybe if you ignored him, didn’t acknowledge his presence, he’d just… go away.

Weight settling onto the other end of the short bench told you that he did not just go away.

You heard Changbin heave a deep sigh before he started speaking. “Min Jee didn’t break up with me. I broke up with her. Uh, it was the most insane thing that set it off, too. Um, she was telling me all about her day. She always tells me all about her day. And she was telling me about her day, like she always does, and I caught myself thinking: Wow, I really do not care about this even a little bit.” Changbin chuckled quietly to himself before continuing. “I didn’t want to hear about her day. You know whose day I really wanted to hear about? Yours. Min Jee and I were together for two months and I was already tired of hearing about her day. I’ve talked to you every day since we were 16, and I never get tired of hearing about yours. Not even after you started living with us, and I got to see you every day. And I got to thinking: I have dated a lot of girls. But I think about them, even the ones I thought I loved, and I realize something: not one of them would have my back when things would be bad. When my anxiety is too high, none of them would have helped. When I felt like I had a bad performance, they’d just shrug and talk about themselves. Sure, they were pretty, and funny, and smart. But none of them cared about me the same way you do. Not even Min Jee.”

You raised your head, gently wiping your nose. “What are you trying to say, Changbin?”

Changbin gently grasped one of your hands in both of his. “I’m trying to say… I’m definitely saying that I love you too.”

Another tear slipped out of your eye as you stared at him. You tried to wrap your head around the ridiculousness of this situation:

Seo Changbin, the boy you loved and was sure did not love you back, just told you he loved you back.

Take THAT, brain.

“Um… really?” was all you could manage. 

Changbin smiled softly at you; your heart fluttered in your chest. “Really. And you… you really love me?”

“Yes.” You were taken aback a bit by how quickly and effortlessly you answered the question.

Changbin’s grip on your hand tightened ever-so-slightly. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, almost shyly.

“I’d really like that.”

He let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks in his hands, carefully wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. He leaned in, licking his lips slightly before pressing them to yours.

You had dreamed of kissing him before. But even your dreams couldn’t have prepared you for the real thing, how wonderful and warm and sweet it was.

His lips were smooth and dry against yours; they parted slightly as one of his hands moved down to your waist. His other hand stayed cupped against your cheek, thumb lightly brushing your cheekbone. As the kiss deepened, you could feel him pour every emotion he’d been repressing - love, mostly, but also a sense of tenderness and longing - into it. 

Changbin broke the kiss, pulling back from you; he was smiling softly and looking at you as if you were the only other person on Earth.

Not even Daeshim had looked at you like that.

“Uh… wow,” you breathed. 

“Yeah,” he replied, “wow.”

You smiled back at him, resting a hand on his knee, and you leaned in to kiss him again when a sudden stiff breeze rustled through the surrounding trees. You shivered involuntarily.

“Cold?” he asked.

You nodded. “Can we go home?”

“Sure.” He stood first, gently pulling you to a standing position. You walked back to the dorms, hand-in-hand; before you left the park, he asked: “So, how was your day?”

You grinned as you told him all about your day. And he was smiling the entire time.

**

When the two of you got back to the dorms, it sure looked like you were alone. Changbin settled down on the couch; smiling up at you, he patted his lap.

“This seat taken?” you asked, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Changbin just raised an eyebrow as he grabbed you around the waist, pulling you into his lap. He lightly tickled your sides as you laughed, trying to settle into his lap but squirming instead.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be nice,” he said, gently kissing your cheek. “I’m so glad I finally get to hold you this way.”

“Me too.”

“You really weren’t going to say anything?”

“Were you?”

“Fair point, I guess… didn’t want to mess up the friendship either, huh?”

“You are correct, sir.”

A short pause, then: “Only one of them broke up with me because of you, you know.”

“Ha-Rin, yeah. She told me. That was totally unfair of her to make you choose.”

“She told you? She swore me to secrecy and then she told you?”

“Wanted to make me feel guilty, I suppose.” You shrugged. “Didn’t work, I hated her guts. I was never happy to see you get dumped, except when Ha-Rin dumped you.”

“Yeah, that was the only time Minho said I told you so, too.” Changbin chuckled, shaking his head. “You know what, though? None of that matters anymore, now that I’ve got you.”

You hummed happily, leaning back slightly in his arms. “You’re right. But I am dying to know what that one girl was thinking.”

“Which one?”

“Dating you to get closer to the cats?”

Changbin laughed. “Some things, you just never find out.” He nuzzled the side of your neck. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too, Binnie.” You turned your head, letting his lips connect with yours. Just as the kiss was starting to deepen, you heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.

You turned your head away… and there were Changbin’s seven band members, all arms crossed, staring down at you.

Changbin grinned sheepishly at them as you waved and said, “Hey, fellas.” Chan started to open his mouth, but you cut him off. “Since I know you guys, and I’m reasonably sure you guys had money riding on this situation, I’ll just settle the main bet and the prop bets. I told him first, extremely by accident but it was me. He broke up with Min Jee because he felt the same way, but that happened before I told him, not because of it. He kissed me first,  and… that should settle it, right?”

“Pay up, suckers.” Jeongin held out a hand as the other guys groaned and reached for their wallets.

“How did you know he was going to break it off with Min Jee but (y/n) would be the one to say it first?!” Jisung grumbled.

“I didn’t, I just guessed.” Jeongin shrugged. “Your money, sir?”

“Go buy yourself something nice,” Jisung said. “Anyway, now that that’s out of the way…I’m really happy for you guys, I really am. Even if you did cost me 20,000 won.”

The rest of the guys nodded in agreement, a few offering their congratulations.

“Look, we’ll leave you two kids alone, if that’s what you want?” Chan said, almost awkwardly.

“Nah, you guys have the living room.” You climbed out of Changbin’s lap, offering him your hand; he took it and you helped him stand. “We’ll just go make out in my room.”

Changbin laughed as you led him down the hallway. “Awfully presumptuous, aren’t we?”

“Look, I know what I want.” You pulled your door shut behind you. “And right now, I want to kiss you.” 

Changbin smiled as you sat down on your bed. “This seat taken?”

“Just get down here.” You pulled the front of his shirt; he fell onto the bed, hovering over you. 

“God, you’re amazing.” He leaned down, closing the gap between your mouths.

You cannot believe you were just never going to tell him how you felt. But now, as his hand slid up to your stomach, you are more than happy you did.

Was that a cliche? Of course it was. But a cliche was making you blissfully happy, so you didn’t seem to mind it so much.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #seo changbin #seo changbin fanfiction #changbin fanfic #changbin #i think i can squeeze eight more tags in here

[missskzbiased]

Getting my Ex-Roommate

It’s a spin off from “Getting a Roommate”, just because I felt Chan deserved better. It’s not required to read the series to understand any of this but I will link it here anyway haha  (Part 1)

Tagging @jikseud since I kinda did it for us SUHAHUSAHUSHAHUSA

Genre: Oneshot, Best friends to lovers Au, Suggestive, Mature/Smut 

[(?): I’m actually not sure if it’s smut, I’m not familiar with what I can call smut, but I do think it’s mature? Please correct me if I’m wrong]

Word Count: ~8,2K Female lead

TW: Dry humping (?), Language, Suggestive stuff (?), Alcohol, Kinda possessive at the end (?), Can it be considered dirty talk (?)  [I swear to god I suck at warning things, I appologize deeply]

                                                    /////

    You could call Bang Chan many things.

   You could call him funny, gentle, kind, an amazing rapper, a great friend, an awesome singer, a perfect producer, smart, goofy... Hot. Hell yeah, you could call him so damn hot! And although you could say he was all that, you couldn’t feel more miserable for being his best friend, and it had a clear reason that you pretend you didn’t know.

   You couldn’t call him your boyfriend.

   The bright part was that nor you nor anyone else for that matter, so you weren’t completely miserable right now, but you kinda were because… Well, you’re his best friend, you should root for him, right? Yeah, right. Totally right. This was exactly the reason why you knocked on his door at 10 PM on a Monday with a bag full of alcohol and food.

   “Bang Chan!” You yelled, getting a groan as an answer “Open the Bifrost” You shouted and you could hear him laughing on the other side.

   “It’s just a door, Y/N” He snorted, opening it for you “Which you have the keys to open if I’m not giving keys to random people on the street that look exactly like you” He rolled his eyes in mockery, making you thoughtfully grab your chin.

   “I think that just might be the case” You sighed, jokingly worried as you came into his place, walking to his kitchen and letting the bag there, resting on the island. He locked the door behind you, chuckling before he followed you to his kitchen, leaning on the doorframe as he watched you taking the things you bought out of the bag.

   “You didn’t need to do it” He reassured you, and you could only scoff, looking at him in disbelief.

   “Yeah, because best friends stay home when their best friends were dumped” You agreed sarcastically “Please, It’s obvious that my mission is to make you drunk and fat right now” You raised the bottle you had in hands and shook the ice cream pot with your other hand, looking at him mischievously “Let’s switch that six-pack into a round one-pack, shall we?” You joked, making him laugh astonished.

   “I can’t believe you… What did I ever do to deserve you? You’re the most perfect best friend ever” he cheered, getting closer and hugging you.

  Yeah! Just what you loved to hear from the guy you have a crush on about forever! Yay!

   “Oh, you thought it couldn’t get better, hm? But I brought your favorite…” You left the food you had in your hands on the island before hugging him back and drumming on his back, making it sillier by mouthing the drum sound as you did it, setting the mood for the big announcement “… Sausage sticks!” You said proudly, and he gasped.

   “You didn’t!” He chirped “I could kiss you right now!” He laughed.

   Just do it!

   “Eww!” You cooed “Gross!” You feigned a queasy expression, getting a scoff from him, which you smiled in response “Come on, let’s eat as you vent about that bitch” You encouraged, picking up the alcohol the best you could, clumsily trying to balance everything, making him cackle up as he picked up some of the bottles from your arms, helping you out. You sat down on the couch, cross-legged, your arms bracing you on the armrest.

    “She’s not a bitch” He complained “She’s actually… Perfect” He sighed, sadly looking into your eyes for comfort, but you averted yours. Of course, she was perfect… You have been watching him fall for her for a while now, you even had the opportunity to see her up close, although she didn’t notice you, and you had to hear about her every time he met you! Even though you knew he thought she was perfect for him, it hurt to hear it again and again, so you just opened up your soju bottle, drinking it eagerly.

   “Well, she’s perfectly fine ditching you for another man, that’s for sure” You said bitterly as you rolled your eyes.

   “Hey, be a little nicer here! I just got dumped” He whined, pouting at you “She likes Minho, what can she do? Pretend she likes me back until I fall for another person?” He mocked “That’s how life is, Y/N! One day you like someone and the other day that someone likes someone else” He stated tiredly, drinking his own bottle.

   “Tell me about it!” You agreed, the clinking noise from your bottle hitting on his sounding in the air before you gulped down again, releasing a loud and pleasing sigh, getting a surprised look from Chan, who seemed genuinely amused.

   “You were dumped too?” He chuckled “How can anyone dump you? You’re perfect!” He frowned suddenly, looking at you seriously “Should I beat him up?” You scoffed.

   “It would be really funny if you did” You joked, imagining him punching himself randomly with a joyful sigh “But I don’t think you should beat him up, it will hurt your soft heart” You mocked, getting a kick as an answer.

   “I tell you everything about my crushes! It’s not fair” He complained, and he was right! He told you everything about his crushes, it was unbearable. You groaned before taking another gulp, and he eyed you worried “Hey, slow down” He advised, but you shrugged him off.

   You could remember all the girls he ever fell for, which was a lot of girls… Chan was a hopeless romantic. You didn’t expect him to be like this when you first met him since he was quite a… Sexual guy, to say the least. It was kind of funny to see how he acted in bed (Not that you have seen it, but you heard it a lot) and how he got all lovey-dovey with random chicks that appeared on his life. You couldn’t say it was really fun, though, since none of those chicks were you.

   What an unfair life!

   You remembered how he looked in your eyes when you first met, smiling at you and saying that the only rule you should have was not to fuck each other, because it couldn’t end up well. At first, you agreed eagerly, not really thinking much about it, but then you started to hear him… All those girls should feel so damn lucky if he made them feel like screaming on your ears every fucking night! In the beginning, it enraged you, it was uncomfortable, and then somewhere along the way it turned into sexy… You enjoyed listening to him.

   If you were fair enough you could point out exactly the day it happened.

   You were sitting in the kitchen, drinking your hot chocolate warily expecting him to be done anytime soon so you could go to sleep in peace. The girl finally let out a loud moan that you knew too well, it was that kind of moan you let out when you couldn’t take anything anymore, you could only lay there and sleep, completely happy with your life. Good for her! Because you had to wake up really early in the morning and you couldn’t be unhappier… Your moody mind got startled at a shirtless Chan walking into the kitchen, his boxers kind of messy and the only thing that protected his body from your thirsty eyes.

   He was… Wow.

   You had seen him shirtless before, of course, you were his roommate, but you never saw him all fucked out, his hair messy, his skin sweaty and flushed, his chest going up and down as he breathed… You didn’t even know! Satisfied? Heavily? You just knew it sounded hot and you wanted to get his boxers out of that body and take him to yourself. Of course, you didn’t. He greeted you with an angelic smile, warmed up some water while you ogled at his back, and went back to his room to take care of the lucky girl.

   You have never been the lucky girl once.

   The problem could be small if he just fucked well, but Bang Chan was an angel in real life, which should be unfair to all the boys on the planet! You couldn’t understand how no one tried to beat him up just because they were angry with his perfection. You wanted to beat him up for being that perfect. It was impossible to point out a flaw on that damn face, and it enraged you to the point you wanted to be fucking him angrily, which didn’t help your case at all. Actually, being a hopeless romantic wasn’t quite the virtue you were looking for, but would you put it as a flaw? You didn’t even care anymore, all you wanted was to fuck and cuddle him to your death.

   “What are you thinking about?” His voice startled you, your eyes shooting to his as you tried to think what to say without telling him the truth “You’re off for quite a while now” He added, looking worried.

   “I drank too fast” You lied, cringing with your stupidity, but he seemed to buy it “Anyway, I’m not here to talk about my terrible love life, I’m here to hear about yours” You reminded him, gesturing so he could start complaining, your bottle being finished as you went silent.

   “I don’t have much to complain, really… I expected it one way or another, I kinda knew she liked Minho, I just hoped she could like me better” He admitted, looking at his bottle for a few seconds before drinking “I told her we could be friends, I just needed some time to adjust… She’s coming this Friday, so… Yeah, that’s pretty much all that I have to say” He looked at you, expecting you to say something.

   “I can’t believe you used all my pick-up lines on her” You groaned “I gave you my best one so far!” You whined childishly.

   “I’m sorry, but I had to use the photographer one! I can picture you and I together was just right there to be used!” He defended himself, and you pouted, finishing another bottle, just like him. The sad part about this one was that you really meant it… You could remember how nervous you were when you said it as a “joke” and he cringed, laughing and saying he would totally use that with her… It shattered your heart. You opened the third bottle, drinking it at once “Wow! What the hell, girl?!” He got startled “You’re not a good drinker, what are you doing?”

   “You’re not the only one who wants to forget someone” You protested, opening one more drink “Let me drink my problems away” He looked at you sympathetically. You couldn’t believe you were so boldly trying to flirt with him just to be his motivation to flirt with another girl! You hated how he was oblivious to your feelings. Oh, well! There here was a flaw!

   “That bad, hm? What did he do?” He asked curiously, opening and drinking his soju in one go, just like you “We can drink it all away together, you’re right” he agreed, looking at you concerned. Your stomach flipped when you looked at his eyes, his swollen lips from sucking the bottleneck catching your eyes for just a second before your eyes darted to his again.

  Not every flaw in the world could make you want him less.

   “He fell in love with someone else… I guess best friends have the same love problems” You smiled bitterly “Actually, I like him for a while now, but he can’t even see me as a woman” You sighed, averting your eyes and fixing them on your bottle again. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but you felt free to say it out loud, maybe all you had to do was vent a little bit, complain about him so you could move on.

   “I doubt that” He scoffed “There’s no way in hell he doesn’t see you as a woman! Like no way in fucking hell!” He disagreed eagerly, and you narrowed your eyes to him “I mean it! I’m not saying you’re just this, don’t get me wrong! You know you’re smart and funny, you know you’re like the perfect girl to any guy out there!” He started cautiously, making you snort.

   To any guy out there but him…

   “Spill it” You encouraged, expecting him to say something dumb, trying to light up your mood. He used to do it a lot when you lived together, say stupid things just to make you laugh and feel better after a crap day… Well, until he decided to move out. You never really understood what was the deal. He said he wanted to live with the boys so he could produce his music, but he could do it while living with you, couldn’t he? Of course, He could! He was doing this right now after being kicked out from their place! And he didn’t even think to move in with you again… Well, He deserved being kicked out! You thought as you scoffed, the bittersweetness in your mouth could be either from the alcohol or from your soul at this point.

   “But you also hot as hell” He added. You could only choke, coughing so much you had to rest your bottle on the floor, looking at him completely in chock while he just smiled sheepishly “I mean it, you’re gorgeous! If he doesn’t see you as a woman, he’s totally insane!” He reassured, and you averted your eyes again, wondering if you should say something to him. He never called you hot before… Maybe it was the alcohol? He wasn’t exactly the best drinker in the world, but it was just his… How many bottles did he have? He couldn’t be drunk already, could he? And even if he was! Was he being the sincere drunk? Did he really think about you like this and just never dared to say it to your face? You glanced over him, watching as he drank lazily.

   You decided to ignore it by now.

   “Well, I can’t really blame him for not liking me, right?” You trailed off, and Chan nodded at you “At least he didn’t hook up with me before” You mused and as soon as you said it he shot you a glare “No, sorry! I’m just angry at this girl, okay? You took her on dates, you were all lovey-dovey with her, you took care of her when she was on her period… I can’t believe she just left you like this” You complained, picking up your bottle and drinking it as Chan drank his own.

   If you were her, you would never leave him.

   “She wanted to see if it would go well… It didn’t” He shrugged “It’s not a big deal, I think you’re more upset about it than I am” He laughed. You slapped your own thigh, startling him as you pointed at him, angry. He was right, you were far more upset with this than him, maybe because you couldn’t understand how she could miss your chance like this! He did all you wished he would do with you and then she just dropped him!

   “You should be upset too! She called you a hot daddy and she just went away like this!” You whined. You looked at the bottle on your hand, wondering how many bottles did you just drink, feeling a little bit tipsy, but you shrugged it off by looking at Chan again, frowning. The truth was that you found the girl amusing, for all you saw and all you heard, she was fun to be around, and maybe you could even be her friend! You both seemed to be quite similar. You didn’t have much to defend your plea, so you were just saying anything you could think of by this point.

   “Do you want me to be upset?” He chuckled “I thought you came here to make me feel better” He whined, nudging you with his feet, making you giggle “Come on, make me feel good!” He uttered, throwing himself back on the couch, sprawling there with a pout. You looked at his lips, kinda drooled but still looking kissable, tracing over his neck to his arms until you got to his hand hanging off of the couch holding his drink… Somehow the eight bottles you had bought were just empty on the floor… Did you two drink that much already?

   Suddenly you realized what he had just said.

   “Wait, what?!” You asked startled, he looked at you confused, a goofy smile on his lips.

   “Make me feel good~” He repeated himself, “You said you came here to cheer me up, right?” He pouted again, and you had to fight your urge to crawl over him and kiss him right there. You averted your eyes, feeling shy all of sudden, and he seemed to notice the change in your mood, because he sat back, straight, and tilted his head cutely “What’s up?”

  You felt his gaze burning your face.

  Or maybe it was just you blushing.

  Or maybe it was the alcohol.

   “I can kiss it better” You muttered under your breath, your face heating up like hell “Where does it hurt?” You asked, bolder than you thought you should be, your eyes fixing on his, buried there. You could swear he was blushing too. Maybe it was just the alcohol speaking, but you were so sure he was blushing like you were, looking at you expectantly.

   “We’re drunk” He gulped down, looking attentively as you uncrossed your legs and kneeled on the couch, crawling over him slowly, his body leaning back until his head sank in his pillow as you leaned closer to his face “We’re friends” He tried again, watching as you licked your bottom lip while ogling his own, he felt his throat blocking, the dryness in it making him whine “Right?” He asked unsurely, his eyes fixed on your lips.

   “You can call us friends…” You agreed, a smirk flickering over your face “… But I want to call you Daddy tonight” He gasped, his breath withhold as he watched you closing the gap between your lips. You couldn’t tell if it was the drunkenness or just to be able to finally kiss him after such a bold statement, but you were light-headed and messy right now, your lips met awkwardly, too much teeth to the formula, which made you snort right into the kiss “Sorry” You blurted out embarrassed, widening your eyes as you giggled and sat in his lap, watching him under you.

   “Oh lord…”He muttered, his eyes searched dazzlingly for yours, his hand caressing your cheek “Could you please not sit on my dick? It would help me so much…” You burst out laughing, his voice sounding drowsy to your ears, his tongue rolling as he tried to speak, his gaze fixing in the ceiling, trying to avert from your eyes.

    “I thought you wanted me to make you feel good” You whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, his eyes shutting immediately, his hand made their way to your hips as soon as you rolled them against his, gripping you hard and forcing you down, so you would stay still. You would never do something like this in a sober state, but right now it seemed so right… That’s why even with his grip on you, his budge pressed against you distracting you from sober thoughts, you rolled your hips again, enticing a strangled moan from him that could be enough to set you on fire for days.

    “We really shouldn’t” He tried to say, his voice dripping like syrup, his mind lost somewhere along the way, his eyes refusing to look at you. He knew the moment he opened his eyes, he would lose himself right there, just by facing the lust on yours. You should never know this, but he wanted this for so long… You would never imagine how much he refrained himself every day until he found her, the girl who finally got you away from his mind… The girl that resembled you so much that he found it possible to move on from you… Just so you could blow all that up.

   Gosh, he wished you would blow him right now.

   “We… Shouldn’t?” Your voice sounded unsure and fragile, so soft he almost didn’t hear you, and you lifted from his lap, his hand still glued to your hip while he opened his eyes slowly to watch you “I mean… “ You cleared your throat, giving him a fake and bright smile “You’re too weak, what’s that? For some Daddy you sure lose your shit quickly” You joked half-heartedly, getting up from him and standing beside the couch, his eyes buried into yours, looking for something you didn’t know, so you averted yours.

   “It’s just that… We’re… Drunk” He trailed off, averting his eyes as well “I don’t want us to regret this… I mean, we’re friends, right? I don’t want to lose this” He pointed between you two, getting up from the couch as well to get close to you. You scoffed, nodding in agreement, even though you didn’t agree at all. Yeah, you felt kinda tipsy, but no, you weren’t drunk, you were bold at best! He looked fine too… He just didn’t want this as much as you.

   “You’re right” You stated bitterly “We’re drunk and hurt… We’ve been friends for too long to lose it for being a rebound” He perked his ears at your sigh, looking at you directly now “It was supposed to be a joke, but it got out of hand, I’m sorry” You lied, smiling awkwardly at him. He held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, and smiling back to you.

   “No, no… I am the one who should be sorry” His other hand caressed your cheek, and you felt your eyes tearing up. Why did he have to be so caring? He got alarmed at the sight, cupping your cheeks, leading you to face him gently, his eyes worriedly scanning your features “Sorry… I’m just…” Your voice trembled, cracking in the end, broken.

   “Oh, angel” He cooed, hugging you tightly “That’s not your fault… We’re fine, I promise you” his thumbs rubbed circles on your back, soothingly, and every string inside your brain tensed up, trying to stay focused, trying to understand that this would never happen even if you really urged for it. You hugged him back, taking advantage of these few seconds you could have, taking him in as you prepared to let him go.

  “We’re fine, you’re right” You agreed, breaking away from him before you wiped your tears away hurriedly, chuckling “I’m just sensitive right now… I guess… Well, it’s hard to fall for someone that can’t be yours” He nodded, cupping your cheek again as he looked lovingly at you.

   You wished he could look at you like this every day and not only when you were crying.

   “Okay! Let’s lift that mood” You clapped your hands suddenly, startling him, your smile back to your face as you tried to compose yourself “I’m going to take a bath now and we’re going to sleep because your bloody ass was dumped on a Monday and I have classes tomorrow morning, unlike a lazy bitch” You eyed him envy, making him laugh. You smiled for real this time, enjoying the sound of his laugher, glancing at his dimples with a tight chest. He was so cute…

   Oh, good lord! Why give you a handsome and fuckable best friend and not let you enjoy this life?

   You made your way to his room, picking up his clothes so you could sleep comfortably. You choose a thin shirt and a pair of boxers you were used to dressing, knowing it was comfy and soft, and headed to his bathroom, expecting that a cold shower could help your mind for now. You undressed quickly, letting your clothes on his laundry basket before letting the cold water hit your foot, getting used to the temperature before getting your legs, arms, and chest under the water. You let the water hit the back of your neck, the pressure helping you with your tension.

   Everything was fine.

  You slept in his bed many times by now… Just because you just sat on his lap, rolled your hips and heard him moan for you… Okay, that was not how you should structure your thoughts. It didn’t matter you just heard him moan right under you, almost asking for you to… Okay, not like that. The cold shower wasn’t helping at all. It didn’t matter, whatever it was, that’s it! Now it was far better! It didn’t matter, you weren’t overthinking it, you didn’t mind he would be lying on his bed on his boxers like usual, totally relaxed.

   For lord’s sake.

   Would it be bad if you just touched yourself for just a second? You could come in a minute? How the hell did you expect to lay down with him semi-naked after tonight? You were just crying on his chest for something he didn’t even know! After sitting on his damn lap! What the hell were you thinking? You should stay away from alcohol forever. That was it. No more drinking for you. Nothing. Not one drop would touch your lips from now on.

   Maybe think about lips wasn’t the best choice at all.

   You remembered how your lips met his, all drooled because of drinking and still managing to taste just fine. God does favorites after all. You should have done it better… You just smashed your lips together, kinda lost in what you were doing, your teeth even hit each other! Ugh… He would think you were a terrible kisser! Not that it matters, since you shouldn’t do it again. Yeah, you were worrying for nothing, like always. You even puffed his mouth with air! Why did you have to laugh in the middle of the kiss?! Oh my god… All your life was embarrassing.

   You turned off the shower, drying yourself and dressing up so you could finally lay down, not minding him at all, because he was a friend. Just a friend. Best friend of one and all. When it came to shipping, you and he could only be on a friendship, because that was exactly what you were. A friend. Great, your mind wasn’t done rambling, which was the last thing you needed right now, but who cares? Not your brain, that’s for sure.

   “Hey” You greeted, trying to sound at ease. He had his arms crossed under his head, looking at the ceiling contemplatively before hearing you. He seemed in deep thought, but he still turned his head to look at you, smiling when he saw you with his clothes, the same clothes you picked up every time you needed to borrow some from him. Unexpectedly, he was covered with a blanket, which wasn’t really his thing “What is it? Are you shy to let me see you on your boxers for the hundredth time?” You joked, amused by the blush dusting his cheeks.

   “I thought… I don’t know, maybe you would be uncomfortable?” He confessed, a sigh leaving his lips “I’m just being dumb, hm?” He laughed bashfully, tossing the blanket aside “Come here” He wiggled his brows jokingly, patting the spot next to him, getting a chuckle from you.

   “I’m glad you’re just being weird like always” You stated before turning off the lights, sitting on the corner of the bed before slicking over to his side, cuddling him “I wouldn’t be able to sleep if you didn’t let me cuddle you like always, Mr.Puffles” You couldn’t see it in the dark, but you were sure he rolled his eyes as he always did when you compared him to your body pillow, a birthday gift he gave you on your first year together as a roommate, implying you were too cuddly to sleep by yourself.

   “Stop calling me Mr.Puffles” He whined, hugging you under the blanket and resting his chin on the top of your head. You felt all your worries disappear. It was just Chan and you cuddling like always, all your horny past left behind, no grudges, no judgment… “Was it Mr.Puffles who hurt your heart like this?” He mocked. What a little prick.

   “Mr.Puffles could never hurt me” You retorted, nudging him “The boy who hurt me is a prick, an evil soul that fucks every girl around but me” You made sure to let your tone mysterious and ridiculous, making him snort “I guess it’s fine, though, I’ll just move on… I think it was about time for me to understand we wouldn’t get together…” You felt sad, especially as he nodded against your head, oblivious he was the one who made you feel like this.

   “He doesn’t deserve you” He assured you, his tone was bitter, he clearly hated whoever was making you sad like this. He kissed the top of your head and you hummed, agreeing with him half-heartedly before closing your eyes and letting go of your mind.

   You wished a good night of sleep would erase all of your worries.

                                                                  ////

   It should be no surprise it didn’t.

   You woke up with a crack of light right on your eye, pissing you off as the first thing in your morning. You whined, your arms moving to your head, trying to block the light, getting you a little bit happier when the uncomfortable sensation of your eye burning under the sun went away. Your eyes roamed through the room, realizing you were at Chan’s. You began to feel more aware of your surroundings, your eyes rested on his nightstand, his alarm silently staring back at you which made you realize something terrible: You woke up before your alarm. You were sure you set it to the right time, so that bloody silence in the room could only mean that the damn light woke you up for nothing.

   Your day was officially sucking!

   You moved a little bit, feeling cloistered, but Chan’s grip was strong around your waist, he just pulled you closer, whining in his sleep when you tried to get away, tightening his grip around you, which would be okay if he wasn’t wrapping you up like a taco, his leg thrown around your hips, his arms involving you, one of his hands on your waist and the other one grazing over your breast. You sucked in a gasp, feeling his hand almost groping you. Amazing… Now you were stuck in his arms as his hands brushed places you would prefer they didn’t.

   Well, actually you would prefer they did, but purposely trying to arouse you, not like this.

   Of course, it could get worse.

   You tried to loosen up his grip by shoving his arms, but he responded to your efforts wrapping you up a little bit more, dragging you closer by your waist so close to him you could feel his crotch against your ass. Fun fact: It was hard. Of course, he had to have a wet dream right beside you while he groped you and humped you… Just what you needed to move on completely from him.

  “Chan?” You tried to call, your voice husky since you just woke up, or at least that was what you wanted to believe. You couldn’t be aroused by a sleeping friend that happened to be aroused against you, right? Not that kind of raspy voice…Not at all. He hummed, although you didn’t believe he had woke up, burying his face in your hair, muttering something you couldn’t quite hear, your heart racing so much that it rammed inside your head.

   Oh my god.

   “Y/N?” He called you back, his voice was raspy and his tongue rolled your name like a drunk man, clearly sleepy, and for a moment you felt relief wash over you, grateful god would let him wake up and release you from the heavenly suspicious hell. Surprisingly, he didn’t wake up, he bucked his hips against you, squeezing you as he let his hot breath fan over your right ear.

  Oh lord.

  “Chan, please wake up” You pleaded, his cock pressed against your butt and his lips brushing your ears being enough for your tongue roll just like his, but naughtier, as the shiver ran through your body, making you shut your eyes for god knows what reason, since it just enhanced all those feelings “Come on, wake up” You said again, trying to nudge him with your elbow.

   “Hm?” The hit seemed to work, he shifted, and you took the chance to roll away as you could, which meant you got on your back, getting away from his crotch for now, but still being held by your waist. He didn’t seem interested in waking up, so he took your new position in, hugging you like a koala and burying his face on the crook of your neck.

   What a great place to plaster a hot breath.

   You closed your eyes, deciding to enjoy the feelings, his body warming up yours, his breath giving you goosebumps, his grip tight on you like he didn’t want to let go. You stretched your neck just for a bit, almost hoping he would just kiss it, which he didn’t, but his lips brushed over your sensitive skin and you gripped the sheets hard, biting your lip to suppress a moan. You could say you almost had a heart attack when your alarm burst out of nowhere, startling both of you. You jumped, accidentally head-butting his nose, getting a whine from him as he hovered over you to turn off the alarm.

  That was it, you were dead.

  He supported himself with his knee, that was already over your body, so he just sank it between your legs, his left arm bracing him as he stretched his right one to turn off the alarm. His chest was right there for your display, and you almost reached for it, wishing you could caress him and kiss him until he moaned your name… Control your mind! You can control it. He seemed to realize someone was under him, so he looked in your way, taking in your flushed state.

   You were a mess.

   Your hair was messy, your clothes were messy, the sheets were messy… What the hell had happened while he was sleeping? Somehow your shirt had come up quite a bit, revealing your belly and hanging too close to your boobs, letting too much skin uncovered, which made him gulp. He traced his eyes over your belly to your boxers, short enough to fully reveal your thighs and get his attention when you tried to pressed them together, rubbing against his knee.

   What an unholy view…

   “Sorry” He muttered, getting off of you, laying his back in the bed and looking to the ceiling, expecting the blank surface to make his bulge disappear somehow. It was almost painful how hard you could get him just staying still, those innocent eyes looking at him startled and… He didn’t even know! Eagerly? It seemed like you expected him to do something.

   “Totally fine” Your voice came out hoarsely, and you cursed yourself. Way to go unnoticed! Your legs couldn’t support you even if you tried to stand up, you just felt them mushy, like your soul was trembling to get yourself on him, riding him until you couldn’t walk to your class anymore. He was just too hot to handle… How could you endure it? Being next to a guy who literally just called you in his sleep and rubbed his cock against your ass? You weren’t even wearing underwear! It was just boxers against boxers… You could feel your body tensing up, a pinch on your stomach that needed to be released.

    But not now.

    “Aren’t you… Hm… Getting up?” He asked, his face turning to you so he could lock his eyes with yours. That was it. Fuck it. You couldn’t care less you had classes today, you threw your leg over his hips, watching as he widened his eyes when you sat right on his dick, just like the last night. You rocked your hips once, getting a shaky moan from him, his eyes closing in delight “What are you doing?” He managed to ask, his mind too high to really understand what he was saying but trying to look composed.

   “I’m getting up on you” You stated boldly, waiting for him to open his eyes, but he didn’t. You scoffed, the smugness taking control of your mind as you leaned closer to his ear, letting your breath fan there for a moment, feeling him twitch under you “What were you dreaming?” He shot his eyes open, a gasp leaving his lips “I heard you call my name… As you… Humped… Me” You made sure to pronounce everything slowly, getting off on his shiver, a little whimper falling from his lips.

   You felt powerful.

   “Y/N?” His voice trembled and you leaned back, your eyes searching for some kind of resistance in his face “Are you sure you want this?” His eyes focused on you, concerned, and you rolled your eyes, astonished.

   “Are you fucking kidding me?” You scoffed “Do you think I would do it if I wasn’t sure?” He smiled sheepishly at you, embarrassed “There’s a limit you shouldn’t cross on being dumb, Chan” You laughed, looking at him in adoration for a moment, just enjoying his shy look “Are you sure about this?” You bit your lip, trying to not avert your eyes as he opened and closed his mouth, unsure about what to say.

    You panicked.                                                                                                                            

    Of course, he didn’t want this! If he wanted this he wouldn’t back off yesterday, he wouldn’t ask you if you were sure… He would take that not so subtle hint that was your clothed core rubbing against his cock as a clear sign of you wanting to do it with him right now. You tried to get off of him, raising yourself slightly before his hands shoot to your hips and grabbed them, tugging you and crashing your hips together, a groan escaping from his lips along a loud moan leaving yours.

    Holy fuck…

    “Don’t you fucking dare…” He whispered, panting, his forehead rested on your shoulder, his body shivering under yours in excitement “I swear to god… You can’t even imagine how much I wanted to fuck you” He raised his head a little bit, looking at your hips pressed together, your body twitching under his grip “You’re so fucking hot… I had to move out because I couldn’t handle myself… Did you know that?” He raised his head, looking right into your eyes, his eyes dark as you never saw “Did you know I quit being your roommate because every time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you until you forget your damn name?”

   That was it! It was a dream.

   There was no way in hell you were awake right now.

   “Answer me” He ordered, his voice sounded too sexy to allow you to think straight, so you just stared back at him, wetting your dry lips with your tongue, your eyes briefly darting to his lips before going back to his eyes “You can’t even answer me…” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if you were dumb “Okay, let me ask you this… Are you doing it so you can forget him?” This time his voice wasn’t smug, it was unsure and worried. You couldn’t even understand what he was worrying about.

   “Forget him?” You asked confused, your eyes wandering through his face “What?” He closed his eyes, impatient, before he opened them again and dived into your own. He didn’t answer you, so you stood there in silence, wondering what he wanted you to say until it hit you, and as your eyes lit up in realization, you laughed “What?! There is no him, dumbass! It’s you!” He seemed surprised but relieved, and you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks as you smiled at him, delighted “It has always been you…” You pulled his face closer, your lips smashing mid-way, your tongue immediately asking for permission to explore his mouth.

   You never imagined you would be kissing Bang Chan.

   Okay, you imagined it! But you never thought it was going to be real.

   This time, the soberness helped you both, not an issue with your kiss, quite the opposite actually. As you just melted into the kiss, his hands slipping to your waist and holding you gently, like you could break and fade away anytime now, your hands slickered to the back of his neck, fingers fisted on his locks, pulling them and making him groan into the kiss, completely absorbed on what you made him feel. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as you heard it, rolling your hips ever so slightly just to feel him against you, getting your folds apart.

   “You’re so needy, angel” He whispered, his mouth hovering over yours, his eyes closed as he dunks in the heat pouring out of your body, the warmth between your bodies seemed to get him high, and your nails scratching down his nape weren’t helping at all. He buried his nose on your neck, breathing you in, registering you in the back of his mind, your mouth agape in pleasure from a tiny action like this “But you’re also a brat… You shouldn’t talk back to your Daddy” He sighed, disappointed in you, leaving a soft bite on your neck before leaning back, enough to take in the view.

   Your eyes were closed, your neck slowly stretching as your head was so heavy with all your lust that it just needed to hang back, your mouth still opened, prepared to moan at any moment. What a beautiful sight. He smirked before getting his hands away from you, crossing it behind his neck, watching as you opened your eyes, annoyed. You glared at him, clearly wanting him to fuck you right now but he just snorted, cocking his brow.

   “I won’t pleasure a brat” He grimaced at you, feeling cocky as he saw your pout, your brows frowning “You should do this by yourself if you can’t behave” He mocked, watching as you scoffed, outraged, before sinking in him in a silent challenge. He groaned as he felt your folds embracing him over the fabrics, you could only be dripping if you could just sink like this on his dick, and just the thought was enough to make him want to rip your clothes and fuck you right there, put aside your misbehave.

   “Watch me” You didn’t know if it was a plead or a dare and neither did he, so he just focused on your hips moving against his, (not so) dryly humping him at a steady pace. You stroke your heat against him, feeling as the fabric of your boxers drenched with your juices, making it slid too easily and rub your clit, your whines uncontrollable, you were sure his boxers were getting drenched too as you did it, and you couldn’t help but dig your nails on his shoulders just by imagining it. He groaned under your grip, feeling as you slid too easily on him.

   “Holy shit, you’re so wet and I didn’t even touch you” He actually didn’t intend to mock you by this but as soon as you squirmed, biting your lips and fastening your pace, he chuckled “Oh… So you like to be a needy little whore?” His voice sounded so smug that you wanted to retort him, but your mind couldn’t register what he was saying. How could you feel so good just by grinding him? You felt something build-up inside you, a far too familiar sensation that could only lead you to the best orgasm you would have had in your life.

    Until the damn second alarm sounded.

    You cried as you felt your orgasm fade away, vanish like it wasn’t right there for you, startled by the sound, and devasted for the lack of pleasure you would get. Chan turned off the alarm, chuckling as he saw you leaning on his chest, your nose buried on his shoulder as you whined over and over again a bunch of “no’s”, muffled by his skin. He stroke your hair gently, waiting for you to recover from your frustration.

    “Time for your classes, angel” He really didn’t want you to go but he said it anyway, holding your waist so you could get up but you held his arms for dear life, whining. He stopped his movements, trying to take a look at your state, and you made it easier by straightening yourself on his lap again, glossy eyes looking at him pleading.

   “Fuck my classes! Please, let me cum” Your plea sounded like the sweetest sound he could ever hear, you bucked your hips against his once, then twice, and without a proper answer, you just resumed from where you left, humping him eagerly, hoping you could reach your orgasm this time. It built up much faster than before, the knot forming on your stomach almost immediately, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly as you felt it deliciously spreading everywhere.

    Chan watched as you flushed, your neck, ears, and face painted in pink, your boobs bouncing up and down as you kept your pace, your arms tangling his neck, your head slowly falling back, your body trembling slightly as you got closer to your high. You tried to shut your mouth but as soon as your orgasm hit you, you cried satisfied, your mouth agape, a string of saliva connecting your lips before running down your chin, your eyes rolling back as his name was enchanted over and over again, and when you became unable to talk, your tongue just slid out your mouth, hanging there in the most filthy view he had in his whole life.

   He could have come right there.

   You didn’t stop your movements, rocking your hips slowly until you could ride out from your high, and when you finally stopped, feeling whole as you never felt, you looked into his eyes. He looked dazed at you, his eyes fucking you silently, and he let a breathless “wow” slip from him as he watched you. The shame crushed you without any mercy, humiliation washing over you as you tried to hide from him, your face burying in his chest. He chuckled, amused by your shyness before he rubbed your back gently.

    “Can you keep going?” You scoffed, nuzzling into his chest.

    “Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked tiredly, a smile growing in your face “If you tried to stop me now I would have to search someone to fuck on the streets” You joked but he didn’t seem to like it, gripping your waist and bringing your body closer to his, getting a whine out of you when you rubbed against him again.

    “I will make sure to fuck you until you can’t even think about fucking someone else” He assured you, his voice low and threatening, getting you even more aroused than you were “Be a good girl and when I’m finished, you won’t even remember your name, angel, you won’t be able to cum with anyone else, you will be my little slut... Only mine” His whisper sent a shiver down your spine and even though you were more than willing to comply, you snorted.

   “What if I’m a bad girl?” He scoffed, his fingers burying in your hair and tugging it slightly as he approached his lips from your ears, letting his teeth graze your earlobe before biting it.

   “Then I will punish you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week” His threat made you twitch, your tongue darted to your lips, wetting them.

    “Make it two and I will be the best brat you ever had” You offered, making him laugh, breaking his character for a moment. He shook his head in disbelief, kissing your neck softly.

    “What do I do with you?” He giggled, hugging you tightly, and you chuckled, scratching his back lightly.

    “I hope you’ll do me before I need to ask someone else” You joked.

    “Okay, let’s make it two” He agreed, his eyes darkening again “I won’t stop until you’re begging me to ruin you” He promised, and you gulped down, excited as his fingers traced down your body until it reached your core “Are you familiar with the color system?” He asked, thumb flicking your clit directly, making you squirm under his touch as you nodded silently, lost in your mind “Use your words, angel… I want to hear your voice… It’s time for the neighbors to meet my new roommate, don’t you think?” His finger slid inside you, suddenly, a surprised moan leaving your lips on spot, getting a smirk from him “Yeah, that’s right… Something like this” He approved.

   What a perfect son of a bitch…

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #chan smut #bang chan smut #best friends to lovers #best friends to lovers au #friends to lovers #friends to lovers au #skz au #stray kids au #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #chan x reader #chan x y/n

[kiwibirbs-library]

Show Me Off

a/n: lol but like he would I can’t be convinced otherwise also fun fact my heart was beating like crazy while doing this cause like... AHHH

Pairing: Torru Oikawa x fem!reader

Warning: lol it might be suggestive but like not really

Summary: when you and some of the team are out at a party and you ex walks in, you want to be sick. Your boyfriend however has a better idea.

The night was going amazing. It was one of the numerous high school parties that Oikawa takes you too. This time even better as the other third years got to join you both. There was colorful lighting, plenty of room for once, really good food, and great music. 10/10 in your book compared to all the others hes taken you too.

All five of you were taking in the kitchen, Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsu making fun of yours and Oikawa terrible dancing as he spun you around the island. You just laughed and continued, to happy to really care. He was giving you that look, the one that just screamed how much he admired you.

Hes been giving you that look since they all picked you up and he held the car door open for you cheekily. He bowed saying something along the lines of ‘your chariot princess’ while the others gagged.

You did look like a princess though. You were wearing a pair of comfy heels and a short dress that complemented everything about you, your hair curled and up. Rip Makki though, who had to sit in the back with you and Oikawa as he doted on you.

You laughed as Oikawa pulled you up from an over dramatic dip.

“If you two wanted to dance so much then stop ruining our vision and go out there!” Iwa semi yelled sarcastically, tilting his head to where a majority of the students were. You giggled as Oikawa put a hand on his heart and wrapped the other around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Iwa-Chan! I know your jealous of my amazing relationship but really?” the playful tone mixed with his hand being thrown on his forehead made you snort. Iwa had a vein in his head that looked like it would burst any moment too. You quickly kissed your boyfriends cheek and said you were going to the bathroom, giving a look at Makki and Mattsu that said they were their problem for now, and darting out before they could argue.

You searched down the hall for the bathroom, finally finding it and stepping up to the mirror. You gave you hair and dress and quick fix before exiting again. You happily walked down to get closer to the kitchen before stopping dead in your tracks.

What was he doing here?

In the middle of a big group of guys was your ex. He had been horrid, always tearing you down and belittling you when you dated, even a little afterward. It took so long to build your confidence back up after him. It had taken so long for you to finally be ok with yourself after him. And there he stood, laughing with those guys like it never even happened. You swallowed, suddenly feeling a little sick, and turned back to head to the bathroom again. You were almost there when your shoulder was caught.

Oh lord please no, please no.

“Hey babe, Iwa was being mean so I came to find you. You doing ok?” Oikawa’s voice was like an angles singing in that moment. You turned and hugged him, knocking some of the breath out of him. “Oh gosh I knew you would miss me but wow,” he laughed a bit, cupping your face. You smiled but he saw the barely there tear the had surfaced in your eye.

“Hey why were you crying?” He asked, flipping the worried switch up to 110. You forced a small laugh.

“Oh I wasn’t. Just something surprised me,” you waved him off. His eyes widened.

“Was it me?” He asked, tilting your head up to him. You giggled.

“No Torru, it wasn’t you,” you smiled and patted his chest.

“Ya now I know somethings up. I’m babe or hubby not Torru. So what’s wrong hmm?” He smiled at you, still clearly worried. You sighed and pointed straight behind him. He was right, he always could see right through you.

He turned to look at the large group of guys. His eyes widened when they drifted over him. “Oh gosh he’s here? Ew,” you snorted at his reaction. He turned back to you with a mildly disgusted look on his face. “Why did you date that slime ball again? I mean really I’m glad I was able raise your standards,” he smiled a bit at the end, happy he was able to make you laugh.

“Ya but now I don’t really know what to do. He’s in the way of the kitchen,” you sighed. You looked up to see a devilish smirk plastered on your idiotic boyfriends face. “Oh no, I’m not agreeing to this. Whatever it is it’s dumb I already know it,” you raised your eyebrows at him. He just laughed a little before hooking an arm around your waist and walking down the hallway.

“Torru Oikawa. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?” You haistly whispered at him.

“Don’t worry we’re not gunna go back to the guys just yet,” he leaned down to you a little as he went to the large group of people opposite of the kitchen. If he ever cared to looked, you could easily be spotted by your ex. You gave him a questioning smile. “Aww come on babe. Don’t you trust me?” He smiled at you, walking a bit away before making a scene about asking for a dance. You laughed.

“Yes but not in the slightest right now,” you took his hand and he quickly pulled you in and spun you around. You both laughed as you danced, people taking notice and making a small circle for the couple that were show dancing. He spun you again to the music and did the same dip from the kitchen, this time following it up slightly lifting you up and spinning around after.

Honestly this was the power he had on you. This miraculous ability to make you forget about what’s around you and just live. It astonished you everytime, though you would never admit it to his face. His ego was already big enough.

As the song ended the kids around you clapped and he jokingly bowed, making the fangirl a go wild. You laughed as the circle disappeared and he pulled you to the edge of the crowd.

“Well what was that for?” You smiled.

“Well one to get this out of you,” he poked your cheek as he set his other hand to your hip and swayed you both the the beat. “And two, that was just the attention grabber,” he winked. Your eyes widened when you realized you were standing in full view of your ‘issue’ from earlier. Oikawa leaned down to you ear, kissing it slightly yes but more to give you a small look at his face.

He looked absolutely shook.

“You little shit,” you tried to sound serious, failing horrible may I add, as he straightened and looked down at you. He smiled and laughed. He knew he was. After all he was the king of petty and revenge.

“Aww yes I know. But to be fair it was either this or I texted the guys to come too and just beat him up,” he shrugged a bit. You rolled your eyes.

“Mad dogs not here babe, no ones getting beaten up but you.” He paused, looking slightly offended before brightening.

“Yay! I’m babe again! Turro is dead!” You let out a loud laughed, quickly trying to cover your mouth as some people gave you both a look. He just smiled and tilted your head up to kiss you. Another reason not to tell him what he could do to you, he already knew well enough.

“Ok I think we’re good now! Let’s go back to the guys and mess around in there! As much as I love to socialize I have a feeling we might be swarmed but fangirls if we stay to long,” he smiled at you. You tip toed up and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you. It feels nice to make him know I’m happier and better off now.”

“Show me off anytime my’lady. I’ll be your arm candy anytime,” he laughed, taking your hand as you both came up to the entrance of the kitchen.

Of course that was when you hand to pass mr. Issue’s little group however. He still had the same f-boy attitude that you remembered when he called out to you, seemingly shrugging of the shocked face he wore moments ago.

“Hey darlin. How you been?” He asked. Your smile dropped when you looked at him. You looked him up and down, making a chill run down his spine. “Should I take you away from this pretty boy and show you a good time?” The way he said pretty boy made Oikawas jaw tic slightly. You however squeezed his hand as your gaze further darkened.

Oikawa will forever remember what you said next, and by far will always bring it up to you for the rest of your lives.

Keeping your slightly disguised face on you looked at him straight in the eyes and said “do I know you?” His mouth hung agap at you as you both held the gaze for a second. You shrugged and rolled your eyes, looping you arm with Oikawas before walking past the boys and into the kitchen.

As you walked in Makki was clapping while Mattsu was on his hands and knees laughing.

“I HAVE OFFICALLY HAD MY NIGHT MADE!” Makki cried as you smiled and rolled your eyes. Iwa looked as if he was tried and failing to hold in his laughter. You flipped your hair with a fake smug face on.

“That’s right. I’m amazing!” You laughed as Mattsu struggled to stand and breath to give you a high five.

“Thank you for that memory. That will be the story I tell our children when they ask what their mother was like as a teen,” he said dramatically, once again putting on a show as he kneeled and kissed your hand.

“Oh my god Torru. NO!”

“HEY! NO! TORRU IS DEAD!”

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #oikawa toru #oikawa x reader #volleyball #Oikawa #haikyuu x reader

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 288 SPOILERS

(Found families are one of the best tropes in literature)

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Am I suppose to know who Takeo-san is or...? Is she talking to Takeo-san? Which disaster zone are they heading too?

(Edit: I know it's far-fetched but, what if it's All Might? He wasn't recently injured tho, unless he's still recovering from his injuries from his final battle with AFO. But that would have been months ago, there's no way he's still recovering from that. OMG IS IT BEST JEANEST!??!??!?)

(Edit 2: The more I think about it the more I believe it's Best Jeanest.)

The heroes are freaking out about, and presumably on their way to, Gigantomachia.

There's an evac site 5km away from the city Giganto is currently mowing through and it'll only take him 8mins to get there. The heroes are blaming themselves for this and their getting ready to put everything on the line to bring him down tho they're having a hard time keeping up with him.

We cut to what's left of the LoV and apparently Sceptic is using one of his satellites to keep tabs on their surroundings so of course they all see the heroes coming. Compress notices something and it turns out that something is Ochako and Tsu. Upon hearing this Toga's mood goes from Depressed to YAY-MY-TWO-BESTFRIENDS in a matter of seconds. Also Compress is a total dad.

OMG COMPRESS IS SUCH A DAD. Toga is heading down Machia's back on her way to ask Ochako her question while Compress is yelling about it being too dangerous. He even ask Dabi to help him talk her out of it but is all "Not my problem". Spinner tells Toga she's not the only one pissed about what happened to Twice.

I am so in love with the found family dynamic they've got going on. But now I'm sus she's gonna get hurt. And I wouldn't hold my breath on Shigaraki rn, Spinner...

Uravity is for some reason reporting about Giganto while she's in his direct war path.

I'm... not entirely sure what just happened but Tsu better be alive on the next page.

Okay Tsu and those civilians she almost died for are safe thanks to Ochako. An old lady ask the girls to help her with her husband who is really close to Giganto's location so Ochako decides to go help out, meaning she's heading towards Toga.

I haven't even read the page yet and I already know this lady is Toga.

Roll credits I guess. Ah man Ocha has no idea she's running into a trap.

Toga has reveal herself with an excited "REALLY?!?" in the middle of a dark, empty alley far away from help.

Toga is all "Long time no see, Ochako-chan" as she disappears into someone's house and of course Ochako follows her.

Are the Takeos even real? Is Toga holding them hostage? She would.

Sure Toga, just charge at her with a knife then. Tho I'm pretty sure the answer will be "Get you the fuck away from me".

See Toga, they're not all bad. This has to be the answer she was looking for, right? Ochako said arrest not kill so leave her alone.

So are we getting Toga vs Uravity next chapter or...? I'd be ok if it's just them talking tho.

Who is the mystery person in the helicopter? Someone who's still recovering. Who do we know that was recently injured but is recovered enough to be on a helicopter? A pro hero probably. I'm drawing a blank rn, all my brain cells went into doing my midterm today. Lemme know who you guys think it is.

Until next time.

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia spoilers #bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha manga #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 288 #pretty sure i failed that mid term btw #not that any of you asked

[greycappedjester]

Your Scooby doo au seems fun and fit for this month, I love it :)

Thank you, I am sooooooo very pumped about it. I am now facing my reoccurring problem that, really, I don’t have to set up every story I do as if it’s going to be a series....I am somewhat failing at this so expect some small hints of larger character backstories/ bigger universe.

I also have no self-control and am way too excited about this so here’s one of the first scenes:

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“Come on, not again!” Iwaizumi whacked at Oikawa’s legs. “Feet off the dash!”

“Ow,” Oikawa pouted. “Iwa-chan, so cruel! Dashboard as a leg rest is shotgun’s rights. Everyone knows that! This is tyranny! Tyranny!”

“Deal with it.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “I don’t want your weird toes in my face while I’m driving.”

“What makes them weird,” Oikawa complained.

“Agreed, Iwaizumi’s a terrible oppressor,” Kuroo said from the back seat. “Hey, speaking about rights of the oppressed, when are we going to swap out so the rest of us get better leg room.”

“But, I’m navigating!” Oikawa held up his giant, overgrown map like a shield.

“And I don’t trust you driving ever since you asked if putting it in second gear made it swap to a second engine” Iwaizumi said bluntly to Kuroo.

Bokuto blinked. “It doesn’t?”

Iwaizumi sighed. “Plus, I’m the only one that can drive stick.”

“There’s more room in the back,” Suga offered. “If you don’t mind moving around all our stuff.”

“Technically, it’s illegal to ride in the back of a van unless you have a seat belt,” Oikawa commented idly, most likely just to be annoying.

“Practically, there’s no one around for miles so who’s going to stop me,” Kuroo said, gesturing to the large empty roads surrounded by nothing but trees and unkempt fields. He turned back to Suga. “Thanks, though, I’d rather stick here and complain if it’s all the same.”

“I should’ve guessed,” Suga said, shaking his head. 

Privately, Iwaizumi thought it said something about his excruciatingly high tolerance of all of his friends that he didn’t even miss a beat as Bokuto--apparently done with quietly fidgeting--decided to hang halfway across the front seat divider to fiddle with the radio.

“Aww, why is it nothing but static,” Bokuto said.

“Because Oikawa’s leading us to the middle of nowhere,” Iwaizumi said.

“This camping road trip isn’t secretly your plan to murder us all, right?” Kuroo poked at the back of Oikawa’s neck until he swatted his hand away. “Because Bo and I were swayed by the notion of friendship and the best of cross country dining and I, for one, will be very put out if I instead become a meal for your sudden and inexplicable cannibal urges.”

Oikawa turned up his nose. “Please, you all know I have better taste than that. The only one of you I’d even consider eating is Suga.”

Suga smiled. “I’m touched.”

Oikawa blew him a kiss.

The engine coughed before revving loudly.

“.....where did you say you found this van again,” Iwaizumi asked.

“Oh, you know….places,” Oikawa answered vaguely, “the point is it was very, very cheap and very roomy. Perfect for a last summer road trip! So, you’re all welcome!”

“If we ever make it to the campgrounds,” Kuroo remarked.

“How far is it,” Bokuto asked, leaning across Kuroo and over the seat to squint at Oikawa’s giant map.

“Um,” Oikawa answered. “It’s….just a little….”

“You know I could just use my phone,” Suga said.

“No, no phones. Finding it on here is half the fun,” Oikawa said. “Look, see, it’s just a couple more hours.”

“That’ll be night,” Iwaizumi said.

Bokuto’s stomach growled.

“Well, maybe we can stop for food before we get there,” Oikawa relented. “Here, take that road, I’ll find something.” 

Iwaizumi complied while Oikawa quickly buried himself in the map.

“It’s forking off, right or left,” Iwaizumi asked.

“Left,” Oikawa said decisively.

Iwaizumi blinked, staring as the two roads came closer into view. “Left? Are you sure?”

“Yep,” Oikawa didn’t look up from the map. “Why?”

On the right was a well-paved road leading to clear open fields with signs, trailing freely off into the sunset.

The left was covered entirely in arches of old trees--crooked limbs hanging over the road and blocking out the light so thoroughly that it looked like the black itself was trapping in the cracks that lined muddy pavement. Somewhere, in the distance, there was a shirek that was quite possibly bats.

“Um,” Suga said.

Bokuto inched down and covered his eyes. 

“Seriously,” Kuroo asked.

“Left, definitely left,” Oikawa insisted, still not looking up. “Just trust me! I got the map, right?”

Iwaizumi went left.

They went a few more minutes before Oikawa finally glanced up, blinking at the sudden shadows. “Shit, maybe it was right.”

“I hate you,” Kuroo said flatly.

“I’m turning around,” Iwaizumi said.

He jerked the wheel to turn just as the engine spluttered again before letting out a wheeze. The lights went off with a click just as the car dropped down and died.

“Crap,” Iwaizumi muttered, turning the key again only to hear more wheezing. “Oikawa, this van sucks!”

“No, come on, it’s just…,” Oikawa waved a hand. “You can fix it, yeah, Iwa-chan? You can fix anything!”

Iwaizumi gave him a look even as he climbed out to get the service kit from the back and popped the hood.

“I’m looking up directions,” Suga said, already pulling out his phone.

“But….but, map!” Oikawa held it up even as it drooped around him.

“Great,” Kuroo said, “we can use it for shelter when we’re stuck out here and have to take up foraging.”

Bokuto brightened. “Ooh, I’ve got a pocket knife!”

“Yay, we’ll need it to fight off the wolves,” Kuroo said.

“I don’t think it’s that dire,” Suga said, showing them the screen. “There’s a town pretty close by. Can’t find a taxi or a towing service, though. We may have to walk if Iwaizumi can’t fix it. It’s about an hour.”

Kuroo shrugged. “Honestly, Iwaizumi can probably fix it. He’s like the machine whisperer or something.”

“Iwaizumi cannot fix it,” Iwaizumi said from right beside the passenger window and Oikawa jumped. “The transmission’s out.”

“Then, put it back in,” Bokuto suggested.

Iwaizumi stared. “I’m seriously having all of you read a car manual one of these days. It’s broken; we’ll need to go to town for the replacements, if they have anything for something this old. Thing’s from like the late 60s or something.”

Oikawa swallowed, eyes filing with dread. “So, does that mean….”

“Good news, we’re really going to get to explore nature.” Iwaizumi held open the door. “We’re walking.”

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A/N: For those wondering the relationship pairings are mostly gen focused (it’s a friendship fic, guys!) with slight Kuroo/ Kenma and even more slight Oikawa/ Iwaizumi because I can’t help myself.

#scooby doo au #hq #my writing #asks

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A Good Night

Hi world!!! So I’ve decided to start writing some things and doing some art. I’m super nervous about sharing it with the world but I want to go for it. This ended up being WAAAAYYY longer than I planned. Too many ideas floating around in my head. It’s not perfect but I’m happy with it being my starting line. 

It’s a reader POV but having Y/N was really throwing me off so I changed it. Yin is Y/N. Just typed a bit differently. 

Word Count: 3.7k ; Pairings: Sort of Bokuto x Reader 

Yin’s phone lit up with an incoming text from Yachi. 

“meet downstairs in 10 minutes!” 

You placed your phone in your back pocket and did the finishing touches of your makeup. With a steady hand, you applied the last swipe of eyeliner and grabbed a darker shade of lipstick for your lips. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, proud of your work, and dropped the tube into your bag. 

You walked over to the jewelry case and grabbed the pieces you thought would look best. After Glancing in the mirror one last time, you leaned down to fasten your shoes. You grabbed your keys, locked the door, and walked down to the lobby area of your housing complex. 

Yachi waved from across the room. “Thank you for dragging me out tonight. I really need to stop moping around! I am tired of thinking about Kuroo and it’s driving me insane. I’m ready to have fun.”

“Trust me, we’re gonna have a great night and the last thing you’ll be thinking about is Kuroo Tetsuro’s big dumb face. It’s been long enough! No more thinking about him!” You grabbed Yachi’s arm and dragged her outside the building towards the road. After hailing a cab, you and Yachi crawled inside and gave the address for a local club Yachi had heard about. 

A few minutes into the drive Yachi let out a small yelp. Looking over to see what happened, you noticed Yachi’s phone had a picture of Yachi’s high school friend Hinata Shoyo with two other guys. “Wait, is Shoyo back in Japan?” you asked. 

“Yes!! I thought it was next week but I guess I mixed up the dates. It looks like he’s here in Tokyo with his teammates!” she explained. 

“Teammates?” 

“Yeah! from MSBY. The one with the blonde hair is Atsumu Miya and the one with the gray hair is Bokuto Koutarou. I wonder where they’re at!” Yachi explained as she fired off a text to Hinata. You smiled at Yachi’s excitement, happy to see her dear friend so animated. Yachi’s relationship with Kuroo had not ended well and it had left you concerned for your friend’s wellbeing. A few months had passed by since the two split, and Yachi was finally beginning to show her sunny personality again. You knew that Hinata being back in Japan would bring her a lot of happiness.

The two had been close friends all throughout high school. You were surprised to learn the two had never dated, considering how close they seemed to be. Although you didn’t meet Yachi until university, there were enough girls' nights that you knew all about the Karasuno Volleyball Club and all of the members. You ended up becoming good friends with Kiyoko (and Tanaka considering the two were married) after you got closer to Yachi. As you gazed out the window of the cab reminiscing on the beginnings of your friendship with Yachi, you felt Yachi nudging her arm. 

“Oh sorry! What’s up?” you asked. 

“Shoyo answered! it turns out they aren’t far from the club! He said they’ll head over and meet us if you’re okay with that!” Yachi responded. You were hesitant to agree. You were thinking that Yachi needed a night out without boys to worry about. But Yachi was radiating excitement, and you couldn’t bear to say no to Yachi. 

“This is your night! If you want to see them then let’s do it.” 

Yachi beamed at your approval and sent a response to Hinata. The cab slowed down and pulled off next to the curb to let the girls out. You thanked your driver, and stood on the sidewalk outside of the club. “Should we wait or go ahead inside?” you asked. 

“Sho said they aren’t far, but let's go ahead and get inside. I don’t want to block the sidewalk!” Yachi decided and walked into the building next to you. 

You showed your IDs at the door and walked inside. “Okay, drinks are on me tonight! I’m going to go get us something” you said. 

“Yay!! Got it! I’ll stay right here!” Yachi responded. 

You walked over to the bar and grabbed a drink menu, spending a few minutes looking at the different choices to try to find something that would suit your friend well. You made your selection and ordered with the bartender. Before they began to make your drinks, you asked for a shot of vodka to help your nerves. You were a shy person by nature, so you knew you needed something to dull the shyness in order to have a good time with Yachi and her friends. The thought of meeting three new people, impressive and muscular volleyball players at that, made your stomach a nest of butterflies. By the time the drinks were given to you, you downed another shot and could feel your body relaxing even more. You asked for another sip for good measure, drank it and turned to find your friend. 

Your hands were full with drinks and you could feel your nerves vanishing. The music in the club was at a perfect volume, low enough to be able to talk in the back of the building but high enough to be able to let loose on the dance floor. You looked around to find Yachi. She was no longer in the spot you left her in, but you knew she would be close by. You walked over to the railing that separated the bar area from the floor. Looking around at all of the people to try and spot Yachi, you noticed three men standing around a girl. 

You watched carefully, your woman’s intuition kicking in, to make sure she would be okay. The girl motioned for her friends to come over and all seemed to be well. You sighed, glad that there wasn’t going to be a problem. You continued your search for Yachi when you heard loud laughter off to your left. Focusing on the noise, you turned to see your friend embracing an orange-haired tan male. “I guess we found Shoyo!” you chuckled to yourself and turned to start walking towards them. You called out for Yachi as you got closer to the two. 

“Shoyo! This is Yin! She’s my friend from America! Yin, this is Hinata Shoyo!” Yachi excitedly introduced us. 

“Ah, the famous Hinata! The tiny giant, right? I’ve heard lots about you. It’s nice to meet you!” you bowed to Hinata with a smile. You noticed both Hinata and Yachi had visibly blushed when you commented that you had heard lots about him. 

“Yin! from America?! Woooahh! What made you come here? How do you know Hitoka-chan? How did—“ Hinata began rapid-firing comments and questions like crazy. You and Yachi looked at each other and began laughing. He was exactly like she always said he was. 

You leaned in to give him a hug, American habits taking over, saying that you were glad to finally meet him and couldn’t wait to be friends. Hinata short circuited after the close contact, leading you to apologize for your forwardness. The drinks you had earlier probably led to you letting your guard down more than usual. You began sipping on the drink you brought over while Yachi and Hinata were discussing life. 

“Where are Bokuto and Atsumu? Didn't you say they were with you?” Yachi asked. 

“They’re here! Atsumu wanted a drink and Bokuto went with him. they should be back soon! Don’t worry Yin, they’re both awesome guys.” Hinata informed the two of you. 

“Yay!! I haven’t seen them in years!” Yachi responded. Hinata and Yachi began discussing what the two guys were up to, with Hinata throwing in lots of comments about their volleyball skills. You listened enough to gather that the three were now on the same volleyball team but didn’t know enough about the sport to understand anything else that was said. 

You set your drink down on the table and told the two that you were going to look for an empty couch you could claim. You walked down the steps that led to the dance floor and noticed an empty couch right beside you. You threw down your jacket and purse and went to get Yachi and Hinata. Once you were all gathered at the couch, you heard a booming voice nearby. 

“YACCHAN! HEY HEY HEY!” 

“There he is! Bokuto-san!” she called out and waved. You were standing right behind Yachi and couldn’t see who she was talking about. Stepping out from behind her, you saw two guys heading your way. One with a casual smirk on his face, blonde hair, effortlessly waving at Yachi and Hinata. The other with spiked gray and white hair, jumping up and down to get the attention of Yachi. 

The blonde-haired one noticed you first. He stared at your face with a confused look then looked over to Yachi and Hinata. Yachi was speaking to the gray and white haired guy, so Hinata introduced you to his friend. 

“Atsumu, this is Yin! She's friends with Yachi! guess what?!?! she’s AMERICAN!” Hinata yelled out. He was way too excited, just as you expected him to be. 

“Well hello there Yin. I’m Miya Atsumu. but call me Atsumu. What brings your lovely self to Japan?” Atsumu focused on you.

You, Hinata, and Atsumu were making casual conversation while Bokuto and Yachi were talking. You heard her mention your name, and the two turned to face you in the same second you went to hug Atsumu. (Hey, it wasn’t every day you met toned volleyball players. You had the chance to hug them and you weren’t letting it go to waste. You can always blame your American habits like you did before). 

“HEY HE—“ he started. Bokuto’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. He stared at you without moving or speaking. 

“Uhh hey there! I’m Yin.”

“FROM AMERICA!!” Hinata inserted.

“Ha, yeah. From America.”

“SHE IS FRIENDS WITH YACHI” Hinata inserted again. 

“Ah, yep. I'm good friends with Yachi. It’s nice to meet you…?”

“Bokuto! Bokuto Koutarou” Bokuto finally spoke. “Nice to meet you!” 

“Likewise!” You moved towards him to give him a hug but got jerked backwards. You felt Atsumu pull you into a side hug as his arm wrapped around your body. 

“Ain’t she great?” Atsumu said, eyes boring down on Bokuto. 

Everyone except for you noticed how his hair seemed to deflate instantly at the contact between you and Atsumu, who just smirked to egg him on. Hinata and Yachi snickered to themselves as you thanked Atsumu for his compliment. Bokuto was frozen in place for a few seconds before remembering how to speak. Not wanting to stand around, you turned to Yachi and asked her if she wanted to dance. You were mellowed out from the drinks and wanted to have some fun. You ran into the crowd of people on the dance floor, jumping around and singing along to the songs with your dear friend. After spending a good amount of time dancing, the two of you became tired and ended up backing away from the crowd to talk.

Now that you were away from the boys, you took your chance. You asked Yachi about the connection between her and Hinata and what it was like to see him again. You could tell that something was there between the two, but you made sure to tread carefully. You knew she was moving on from Kuroo and didn’t want to bring up any unpleasant feelings. You wanted her to have an enjoyable night. Glancing at the group of three boys, you saw they were having their own intense discussion. Hinata was getting more excited every time Atsumu or Bokuto spoke. 

Yachi told you about her relationship with Hinata and how it had never crossed friendship. She was thrilled to have him back in Japan. Their friendship seems to have picked up right where they left it, according to Yachi. You noticed how happy she was, and silently thanked whatever god was listening for bringing Hinata into the area at this exact point in time. Her excitement was infectious and soon you were both laughing and dancing to the music. You glanced over to the guys, and noticed them all look away at the exact moment. Eyeing them suspiciously, you turned back to Yachi and asked if she was ready to go sit back down. You were both thirsty again and needed a break. 

The two of you walked back to your couch together. After a few moments, you noticed that both of your glasses were empty and informed the group that you were going to get a drink for you and Yachi. Hinata was talking with Yachi while Bokuto was whispering to Atsumu while glancing at you. You shrugged and turned to walk towards the bar. 

“I’ll g—“ Bokuto started. 

“I’ll come with ya.” Atsumu offered, pointing to his empty beer bottle. “Gotta get a new one anyways.” He smiled at Bokuto, thriving off of the chaos he was creating inside his mind. Bokuto’s hair managed to deflate even more while his face reminded you of a sad puppy. He looked at you and then turned to Hinata and Yachi. 

The last thing you heard was Bokuto whining to Hinata while Yachi attempted to cheer him up. You giggled to yourself and turned to Atsumu. The two of you made casual conversation while waiting on your drinks to arrive. He told you of his twin brother, Osamu, who was running an onigiri restaurant now. He spoke of volleyball practice and another teammate of his named Sakusa. You told him about moving to Japan and what your plans were now that you had graduated college. When he discussed volleyball, you asked if you could go to a game in the future. You wanted to learn more about volleyball since it seemed to be an important thing to most of your friends here. 

Your drinks arrived and you turned to walk back to the couch. You noticed that Yachi was beaming and couldn’t help smiling to yourself. 

“So what’s up with Hinata and Yachi?” You asked at the same time Atsumu said, “Shoyo and Hitoka, eh?”

You smiled at each other and laughed. “Great minds think alike!” You said as you bumped his arm. “I’m curious too. They have great chemistry. I haven’t seen her this happy in a while.” 

“Shoyo is somehow even brighter than usual. Bet they’ll end up together.”

“Maybe so!” You responded then hesitated. “What about Bokuto? He seems kinda… hmm.... Is he alright?” Concern showed in your eyes. He was visibly restless, moving his hands around and looking back and forth between everyone in your group.  “So cute, though..” you whispered, unaware that Atsumu heard you clearly.

Atsumu grinned knowing just how much he would enjoy mentioning this to Bokuto later, “Ah he’s just havin a moment. Spend enough time with him and you’ll get it. He looks big and intimidating but he’s pretty much a puppy. Try talkin’ to him, see what happens. Unless you’re too scared….” He bumped into your arm. 

Your cheeks flushed at his teasing. You found yourself very curious about the guy and made your goal for the night to have a moment to talk with him. “A challenge? Fine!” You stuck out your tongue as you both arrived back at the couch. 

You placed Yachis' drink in front of her. Noticing how lightheaded you were, you mentally decided to stop drinking after this. The alcohol in your system had dulled your shyness and you decided to immediately act on your goal of having a conversation with Bokuto. “Is it alright if I sit here?” You asked him.

His whole body seemed to perk up instantly as he nodded. Unsure of where to start the conversation, you settled with asking him about volleyball. You asked him about his team and more about the position he played. He told you everything you wanted to know. It was almost as if you asking him about himself was bringing him back to life. He continued on telling you stories about his achievements. It was charming and led you to continue to boost his ego. The smile on his face was so beautiful you almost couldn’t help it. 

Within a few moments the entire group was talking volleyball. Everyone shared their stories from high school days and what they had been doing since then. You learned about Hinata’s experience in Brazil and talked about his goal of playing in the Olympics. 

“Oh!! Yin, did you know that Bokuto is an amazing player? Back in high school he was his team's ace and was ranked in the top 5 aces!” Hinata boasted. 

You turned to Bokuto with eyes wide in amazement, “No way! That’s awesome! You must have worked so hard.” 

“it wasn’t easy!” he admitted. 

“But you’ve got crazy power and stamina now!! You’re so cool Bokuto,” Hinata continued praising him. 

“You got that right!!” Bokuto beamed, showing off his arms. 

You had to admit, he had some insane muscles. You were very curious as to what he looks like in his uniform. You knew the fabric and fit would accentuate his arms and legs well. “Maybe you could show me all that crazy power and stamina sometime.” you whispered to him.

His face instantly flared red and he turned to stare at you. Looking at him, you realized what it was that you said. Your face ended up matching his and the two of you were both stammering and unable to speak properly. You began to laugh at the entire situation, causing the awkward tension in the air to diffuse. 

You felt Atsumu pulling you towards him. “Guess we gotta give her some tickets to come see us in action” he said. 

You grinned in response. “Yes please!”

“Yin and I can come support everyone! It would be a lot of fun!” Yachi said. 

Hinata was expressing his excitement and discussing plans with Atsumu. You turned towards Bokuto. “Would you be alright with me coming to see a game?” you asked with a smile. 

“YES.” 

You smiled even brighter. “I can’t wait to see you in action, Bokuto.”

The night wore on with intervals of dancing and talking until everyone seemed to be exhausted. You could barely keep your eyes open and Yachi had dozed off on the table. You shook her awake before telling her it was time to go. 

“I’m going to pay for the drinks and then we should head home. I’ll request an Uber, okay?”

“mmmm okay…” Yachi responded without even opening her eyes. 

You moved to leave the booth and walked over to the bar. You gave the bartender your card and asked if he could close your tab. You opened your phone to order an Uber. As you were waiting for the receipt to come back, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned to see Bokuto, sleepy and pink from the alcohol. 

“Atsumu and Shoyo said they would get Yachi to the Uber whenever it arrives.” 

“It’s about to pull up if y’all want to go ahead outside. I’ll be there in just a second.” You responded. 

He gestured towards the group and the two guys moved to wake up Yachi and took her outside to the waiting vehicle. You signed the receipt, put away your card, and thanked the bartender for your drinks. You turned to see Bokuto still standing there. 

“Oh! I thought you were outside.”  

“I was gonna walk with you.” he answered. 

“Gonna keep me safe?” you joked. 

“Yes.” he said, with absolute sincerity. You blushed in response. Right before you reached the door, he grabbed your arm. You turned to face him with a questioning look on your face. 

“Uh… w.. well..”

“What is it, Bokuto?” you asked. 

“I.. I want… I want a hug, too! You gave Shoyo and that dumb Atsumu one and i didn’t get one! I wanted a hug from you too!”

Your eyes went wide for a few seconds before you burst into laughter. His face got redder the longer you laughed, which made it harder to stop. Once you calmed down, you smiled at him. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize I'd hurt your feelings.” You wrapped your arms around his torso. His muscles were even better than you imagined. Bokuto seemed to radiate heat and you found yourself wanting to snuggle in closer. You heard him sigh and return the hug.  

The two of you broke away. “Feel better?” you giggled. 

He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck before humming in agreement. The two of you walked outside just as the others finished saying goodbye to Yachi. Hinata and Atsumu walked over to say goodbye to you. They began to walk towards their Uber, leaving Bokuto behind. 

“This is for you.” You slipped a piece of paper into Bokuto’s hand before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Your cheeks flared red as you wished him a good night and got inside your Uber. 

Once you arrived at the apartment complex, you and Yachi went your separate ways to go to your homes. You walked inside the door of your apartment and quickly kicked off your shoes. You stopped in the kitchen to have a glass of water before going to bed. 

As you laid in bed, you checked your phone. Yachi had sent a message thanking you for the wonderful evening and wanted to get lunch later in the week. You replied telling her to get some sleep and let her know you would love to get lunch. You had 3 other messages from unknown numbers. One from Hinata saying that he was excited to have a new friend.  One from Atsumu saying it was “nice to meet ya”, but also accusing you of breaking Bokuto. You laughed and opened the last message. Although the sender didn’t say who they were you knew it was Bokuto from the “GO;ODNiiGht!!!!!!” message you received. 

You fell asleep with a smile on your face and a plan to get some tickets to a volleyball game.

#emjoywrites #first time writing #haikyuu!! #Haikyu!! #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu #bokuto #sort of bokuto x reader #reader insert #im gonna write a bokuto POV piece soon #Its a bit of a mess #haikyuu writings #im so nervous about doing this

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Fast Food Blues

AO3 Link: (In the replies, since Tumblr hates links)

This is the first in the line of incorrect quote fics. I hope you enjoy it!

Nesenir had suffered through thousands of ignominies in the past few months. His greatest power source was stolen right from under him. He had to deal with a petty thief as an ally. And worst of all he had to actually do physical work rather than just being a manipulator in the shadows. But this. This had to be the worst one of them all. He was working at a fast-food restaurant with one of his worst enemies as his co-worker and sole companion through the horrible journey that was working this hellish job.

The road that led him to this was a short one. He had run out of money. This occurred a long time ago, when he found out that he could easily just scare whoever he wanted into giving him whatever he wanted. But with his powers drained he could barely scare a mouse much less a well-seasoned shopkeeper. He knew he had to do something about this tragic situation when he had to wear the same outfit twice. It truly was the worst days of his life.

He stood at the cash register staring emptily at the store front. There weren’t many customers at this time, so it was just him, his thoughts, and the mindless pop music that corporate demanded they play at all times. At least he wished that was all it was. “Sure, is slow right now isn’t it?” Figment, the dragon who shouldered at least the third of the blame for Nesenir’s situation, asked him.

“It sure is” Nesenir didn’t really want to start a conversation with him right now. He couldn’t even understand why Figment was working here. There wasn’t a single good reason that Figment had to be here. First off, he knew Figment wasn’t in the same desperate money situation that he was in. Plus, Figment was only 8 months old, this had to be a violation of some child labor law. Their manager probably knew about this, but they just didn’t care.

“Did you know that the solar system has 8 planets, and 5 dwarf planets.” Figment said. “Dreamfinder told me that when he was teaching me all about astronomy.”

“That’s interesting.” Nesenir responded. He wanted Figment gone, but he didn’t know how to get rid of him. In the old days of a few months ago, he could have just grabbed Figment teleported him far away and teleported back in only a couple seconds. But now he had to think about some way to get rid of Figment that didn’t involve the use of cool powers. The mention of Dreamfinder did give him an idea though. “Does Dreamfinder and Dr. Channing know that you’re here?”

“Yeah they know I’m here. Dreamfinder said that working would give me good life experience, and Doc said that I could learn some responsibility.” Figment said.

Nesenir internally groaned. Of course, they were fine with Figment working in a fast-food restaurant. Of course, they were. Honestly, there were times where he questioned if they even knew how to care for a kid, especially a dragon kid. “Why are you working here? I just can’t understand it.”

“I was watching SpongeBob and thought that working at a fast-food restaurant would be fun! :D” Figment said.

That was the dumbest reason Nesenir had ever heard anyone say they got a job for. He thought it looked fun on SpongeBob. Of course, working at a fast-food restaurant looked fun on SpongeBob, everything looks fun on SpongeBob. They could make watching paint dry fun on SpongeBob. Also did he really just say “:D” out loud? The endless parade of inanity was continuing. “So, you don’t have to work here if you don’t want to?”

“Right you are!” Figment enthusiastically said.

“So, you choose to work here? Why not leave and go do something else with your time like paint a flower or sing a stupid song?” Nesenir asked.

“Because I want to work here. After all what could be better than serving up smiles?” Figment said.

Nesenir took in a deep breath. Joining a job because you like a cartoon is one thing, but continually quoting it is another. At least he wasn’t singing the Krusty Krab Pizza song or the theme song. This was the only situation that Nesenir would ever respond to Figment’s antics, but only because it perfectly encapsulated how he felt. “Being dead or anything else.”

Figment beamed at the fact that Nesenir had actually quoted SpongeBob. Nesenir did not want this moment to be happening. He wanted anything to save him from this horrible nightmare that he was now living. Fortunately, the bell above the entrance rang. Thank goodness a customer had arrived. He could now have at least a moment’s reprieve from Figment’s nonsense. “Good afternoon, welcome to…” Nesenir stopped in his tracks when he saw who it was. “No… no… not you”

Before him stood a black and white cat wearing a little red bowtie with a mischievous smile on his face. Of all the people that could have come while Nesenir was working, this cat was the one he wanted to see the least. “Nouilles!” Figment exclaimed. Well at least he was happy to see Nouilles.

“Why are you here, Nouilles?” Nesenir asked.

“I just wanted to see how my friend was faring at his new job. Is that so bad?” Nouilles asked.

“Awww, that’s so nice of you!” Figment said.

Nouilles was barely tolerable at the best of times, but this certainly was the worst of times. Him invading Nesenir’s work life was the greatest crime that Nouilles had committed. But what should he have expected from a being who’s entire purpose is to be annoying as he possibly could? “No, no that’s not nice of him. That’s not even why he’s here.”

“Well, then why’s he here?” Figment asked.

“He’s here to mock me.” Nesenir said.

Nouilles put his paw up to his chest. “You think that I’m here to insult you? That’s so rude. All I want to do is help.”

He really was pulling out all the stops to be annoying. And now he’s claiming to be helping. Just like him. When Nesenir asked for tips on how to pick-pocket and be a cat burglar in general he wasn’t any help. In fact, because of his lack of help Nesenir was now stuck working at this stupid job. “How in the Realms are you helping?”

“I’m just offering some moral support” Nouilles said.

“C’mon Nez don’t be so mean. He just wants to help you.” Figment said.

“No, don’t fall for his stupid innocent act. I know this cat. He acts all innocent when really he’s the most guilty person in the room.” Nesenir said. “Also don’t call me Nez.”

“It would be better if you had more faith in me…” Nouilles looked at Nesenir’s name tag, and a smirk grew on his face. If that cat was about to say what Nesenir thinks he said he had another thing coming. “Lechacim.”

That’s it. Nesenir could not handle this cat’s antics anymore. “I just remembered that it was corporate policy to not allow animals in the dining area.” He grabbed the spray bottle filled with water under the counter. “So, get out.”

He began to spray it at Nouilles. Nouilles sprinted around trying desperately to avoid the streams of water. He jumped up on a nearby table, arched his back and puffed up as much as he could “Hiss”

“Don’t hiss at me you overgrown furball. Get out of here.” Nesenir was still firing the spray bottle rapid fire. Figment practically teleported in front of the spray bottle’s stream.

“Nez! Don’t be mean to him! Let him stay.” Figment had gone to Nouilles’s side. He looked up at Nesenir and began to do the dreaded puppy dog eyes.

Even if Nesenir hated Figment’s guts he could not say no to him when he did the puppy dog eyes. In fact, there was likely no one in the universe who could say no to Figment’s puppy dog eyes. Figment had managed to successfully weaponize cuteness and Nesenir resented him for that. “Fine. I guess he can stay.” Nesenir dejectedly said.    

“Yay!” Figment exclaimed. And with that Nesenir could tell that this was going to be a very very long shift.

#not a quote #mini fanfic #Nesenir #Figment #Nouilles

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assassin AU

*me talking to my friend*

Shizaya Redesign!

and !!!! that shizaya redesign! ACTUALLY! look here: initial AU prompt

assassin!shizuo taking care of brat!izaya ! :D

let me tell you in detail

assassin!shizuo send to kill this upstart tech wizz kid izaya who founded his own company and got really succesful and now his adult business partners want to get rid of him. and shizuo does mean to kill him but instead shizuo ends up running away with him through a series of circumstances which make it seem like shizuo betrayed the people who hired him so he ends up fleeing with izaya cause they are now both hunted by other assassins

and izaya totally hates being wih shizuo at first. and shizuo wonders why he bothers with this brat but izayas skills (hacking and tech wiz stuff) prove to be invaliable so its an unlikely partnership based on nessessity. at first. but after killing so much for a living, shizuo thinks for once protecting somehing is nice

okay sorry i wish i could give you more for assassin shizuo taking care of a little shit and slowly coming to enjoy it but i actually never came up with more or concrete scenes

or you know maybe, imagine this. they are staying at some hotel and shizuo was out shopping and comes back and finds izaya lying on his stomach on the bed, playing videogames or you know actually, he lies on his back, his head hanging upside down the edge, and he plays like that and shizuo comes back to such a /childish/ scene that he cant even comment. izaya gives him a welcome back without looking at him and when shizuo walks past him and the tv in order to get to the kitchen he just gets an Hey (for being in izayas field of view haha) izaya then asks if shizuo got the stuff and shizuo just sighs and throws a bag of cheese chips at him which izaya gleefully tears open and starts munching

izaya in this is such a hypocritical contradiction of health cause he will happily stuff himself with all kinds of snacks but draws the line at junk food and instead demands his proper meals are healthy

so shizuo goes to cook dinner while izaya keeps stuffing his face and shizuo tells him to stop or he wont have an apetite later but jokes on him izaya still wolfs down the dinner shizuo makes (and says its delicious) cause izaya is a growing boy.

what the fuck this is way too wholesome with shizuo taking care of like 16 year old genius izaya, there is no way i can put fucking into this later with shizuo way too much of a guardian hahahaha

well i guess not every AU needs them to get together. instead shizuo becomes his bodyguard (izaya later also pays handsomly once the whole plot with the betrayal and framing and other assassins and corporate takeover is over) and they become good friends.

and maybe a few years later when izaya is older (between 18 and 20) and laments (like full on imagine him lying on a bed or couch with his hand dramatically raised to his forehead like hes about to faint like a victorian virgin and just overdramatically ranting. he is such a drama queen bottom bitch) that he could never find an interesing partner cause people are only interested in his looks and money and that shizuo is the only one who sees him for who he is and unaffraid to tell izaya off

so at first izaya jokingly comes onto shizuo or like fullon suggests they should try hooking up (i imagine shizuo is like, mh, 29 when he meets izaya? has been an assassin for a while. so he is like 13 years older.) and shizuo is just like What The Fuck Brat and says if izaya really wants to get laid that bad he could just pay anyone he wants.

izaya says he doesnt trust anyone, "remember that time my businesspartners send an assasin after me?! that was scary!" he says in mock fright. shizuo just grunts.

izaya then drapes himself around shizuos neck, shizuo going stiff, and whispers in his ear "common shizu-chan, its just sex"

shiziuo untangles izayas arms from his shoulders and gets up, leaving. not cause he is afraid he will give in but cause he is afraid izaya will push this too far and then get pissy when shizuo keeps refusing him and it will destroy the trust and friendship they build up. cause shizuo does enjoy this life at izayas side way more than his previous occupation

more from before the timeskip: imagine shizuo carrying izaya under one arm to get away in dangerous situation and the first time it happens izaya hates it, the second time he is completely nonchallant about it and types on his phone while shizuo is carrying him also since izaya is tech wiz hacker he gets them like access to security footage so that shizuo can sneak up on their pursuers

also, i imagine it a bit like Dishonoured videogame? like its a stealth assassin game and the plot is neat but anyway for every 'major' assassin mission for the plot you have the option of just killing the target or finding a noneleathal way of getting rid of them

some of these may include selling them into slavery but hey, at leas theyre alive xD yay morality.

anyway. imagine like this situation shizuo finds himself in, protecting a kid and multiple other strong assassins on his tail. he COULD, and would normally just kill all persuers to ger rid of them but with izayas tech wiz skills (cause iazya doesnt want to kill people) they find other ways to take them down.

like maybe one gets held up in the airport and then arrested and izaya conveniently reveals their identity as a hitman so the police just made a goldcatch. or another gets into a traffic accident and will be out of commission in a hospital for a while first (while izaya reveals their identity to the police...

okay the only way to take down hitmen with technology is to have them caught by the police but still xD nonleathal means xD

and shizuo is really impressed by izayas abilities (and izaya also gets them fake IDs and passports and creditcards and makes reservations in hotels under fake names so he keeps them afloat while they are on the run while shizuo protects them from physical danger. which is also nessesary since some hitmen do catch up with them and shizuo has to take them down. some with lethal force sadly since it was a dangerous situation and it shakes izaya up pretty bad and izaya flinches away from shizuo before he gets  a hold of hismelf again and and tries to laugh it off and say that he is okay but shizuo can see the strain in his eyes and how tense he is. maybe thats towards the begining and thats when shizuo decides that they should try to work out other means of taking down their pursuers

also imagine shizuo teaching izaya his knive skils :3

okay moving to post time skip. like izaya keeps making moves maybe and shizo puts up with it for a while but it gets to a boiling point where shizuo looses his temper and yells at izaya to cut it out (he normally never yelled at izaya) and izaya actually gets scared cause he didnt want to chase shizuo away.

like. izaya had a weird sort of imprinting on shizuo. he does like him as a friend and mentor and guardian but some part of him is scared shizuo will leave? so he tried being more to shizu than just some kid he once protected

so maybe if they talk about it openly they can resolve this and izaya doesnt have to fear shizuo leaving. and shizuo says that izaya can look for a partner his age and shizuo wont get jealous and will instead protect them too and maybe a kid. but izaya also says he meant it serious that noone he meets could ever look past the money he has (and also people are boring). "but shizuchan. shizuchan was never boring. he understands me."

so they do spend their life together in a fullfilling mutually supportive realtionship but it does stay platonic and both are satisfied with that :)

or maybe like 5 more years later when izaya is finally no longer a kid (mentally. that brat) and still says he wants to sleep with shizuo at least once but that it wouldnt change anything between them that they do end up fracking and start a sorta weird mix of platonic and sexual relationship that maybe evolves into romantic so all in all good end (other than that they are totally codependant haha)

or, alternate not good ending: 19 year old izaya pressures shizuo into sleeping with him and shizuo feels horrible about it but satisfies him sexually to appease his temper in order to keep his peaceful life

...

okay more domestic assassin shizaya things: izaya in in charge of their money, ne? and they need to lay low , ne? izaya orders them new clothes online. and shizuo has to wear what izaya buys xD cue them dressing like in the pic above with iazya in the pinks shades and shizuo in the suit. cause that brat wouldnt know subtle if it bit him in the ass

im trying to come up with more scenarios. but i explicitly said izaya DOESNT order copius amounts of take out food. unless its healthy take out food. expensive healthy take out food.

also. imagine. later in life. shizuo teaching izaya some light hand to hand combat self defense. them together standing barefoot on gym mats and izaya is sweating and panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead, his hair sticking in all directions cause he tried attacking and taking down shizuo for the dozends time and shizuo is totally collected and unaffected, blocking and sending izaya to the mat with ease. and izaya gets this really competitive streak. wants to /take him down/.

it actually becomes a sorta game, for a long time. izaya trying to catch shizuo unaware. he only once succeeded, a long while later, after they resolved their problems and fears and live a fullfilling life togehter and shizuo is completely relaxed and at peace and happy.

#shizaya #durarara #orihara izaya #Heiwajima Shizuo #ficlet #au headcanon

[mintymiknow]

Little Push [Felix]

Summary: [Best-friends-to-lovers; Non-Idol AU] Your little crush on your best friend never bothered you, so when you went to the amusement park with Felix and other friends, you weren’t expecting anything out of the blue. Of course, amusement parks are also the perfect way to give certain people a certain push [WC: approx. 3.7k words]

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Side Effects just wrecked me and I’m still recovering from that masterpiece of a bop. Hope y’all like some Lixie fluff~

GIF credit here!

Amusement park trips? Yes please. It was something you’d never get tired of, no matter what age you were already. Child or adult, you enjoyed spending the day riding different attractions and screaming your lungs out for the thrill of it all. It was like you were letting off some burdens and worries with every shout.

So, when Bang Chan asked you if you wanted to come with them to the amusement park, you immediately agreed. Amusement parks were a million times better when you went with friends, and by “friends”, those were your nine very chaotic, loud yet sweet friends. Oh, and it just so happens that one guy from those nine friends was your crush. Perfect, right?

“Minho won’t stop tickling me!” Jeongin exclaims from the very back of the car.

Minho giggles, “It’s ‘cause you’re so cute!”

Seungmin happily grins before joining Minho in tickling the youngest. Jeongin tries his best to fend off the older males, causing Hyunjin to document the whole thing on his phone.

You sat between Felix and Jisung, though the latter was too busy arguing with Changbin about which ride to avoid. You turn to Felix and ask, “Are you willing to ride all the attractions?”

Felix laughs, “I guess. As long as none of you make me ride it by myself.”

“Maybe we will.” you smirk.

“Oh, no.” he shakes his head, “I’ll tell Chan to leave you at the park then.”

“Ok, that’s mean.” you laugh.

Even if you had a crush on Felix, you appreciated the fact that you could still behave normally around him without being so flustered and awkward. Maybe it was because Felix was oblivious, but perhaps it was better that way. You’d hate it if things suddenly changed between the two of you as Felix was a friend who was always there for you.

Felix suddenly giggles as he says, “Ok, how about we have a bet? The one who gets scared the most will buy the other person…ice cream?”

“Ok, sounds good,” you smirk, “because I’m definitely going to win.”

“In your dreams.” Felix laughs.

Little did the two of you know, Chan and Woojin were craftily smiling in the front seats.

When you arrived at the amusement park, Chan made sure to lay some rules that, of course, wouldn’t be followed in the end. “I want to ride the Viking!” Jeongin beams as he lays his eyes on the swinging ship.

“Me too, me too!” you clap happily.

Minho and Jisung share nervous glances before puffing their chests out. “Ok, let’s go.” Minho declares, marching forward.

Jisung follows suit, leading the group towards the Viking ride. You cross your arms and turn to Felix, “So, the bet starts now?”

Felix laughs at this, “As long as you’re ready to lose.”

He happily giggles before pulling you along with him. You sit next to each other a few seats away from the middle. “I’m ready for this!” he exclaims, causing you to chuckle.

“You’re both scaredy cats!” teases Seungmin from the higher seats.

You and Felix protest at the same time, “We are not!”

“Sure, of course.” Woojin laughs.

The ride suddenly comes to life with a squeak, and you and Felix exclaim in surprise. You laugh at him as he grips the handle bar tighter, but that smile is wiped off your face when the ride starts swinging higher. It was Felix’s turn to laugh at you; of course, he was still screaming. Your shouting mixed with his, Changbin’s, and Hyunjin’s, which made it much funnier. “Y/n! You’re so scared right now!” Felix half-shouts, half-laughs, “You’re losing this bet!”

“Says who? You’re pretty scared yourself!” you counter.

After a few more minutes, the Viking slows to a stop. Jisung is obviously frozen in his spot as Minho laughs it off. “That was fun.” Jeongin beams.

“Yeah,” Chan laughs, “and it seems some of us grabbed certain opportunities.”

He gestures towards you and Felix, still sitting on the ride’s seats. You and Felix had clasped each other’s hands rather tightly and leaned closer towards each other throughout the ride without realizing it. When you both notice all the eyes on you, you immediately let go of each other and hastily get off. With reddened cheeks, Felix sheepishly smiles, “Y/n was more terrified, right?”

Changbin shrugs and ruffles the younger male’s hair, “I don’t know, but you both seemed terrified enough to cling to each other.”

“Everybody does that.” you pout, trying to act as if you weren’t the most flustered person on the planet. Of course, you were failing miserably.

Seungmin mumbles lowly, “Just date already.”

Hyunjin doesn’t bother to hide his snickering, causing you and Felix to blush even more. Woojin waves his hands around, “Ok, enough of that for now. Shall we ride that next?”

The eldest points at the Hurricane ride [Hurricane is a ride at Everland, by the way!], and everyone agrees to go on. Of course, you and Felix were shouting the loudest again – maybe with the exception of Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung. When the ride finished, the group didn’t hesitate to move on to the next ride, and you weren’t sure if they noticed that you and Felix were holding hands. Again. Quite frankly, you didn’t know as well, only realizing it when a little child nearly ran into your interlocked hands. You, however, did not miss the small, shy smile that tugged at Felix’s lips. Perhaps you busted a smile as well.

After going on rides that had loops, intensive drops, face-slapping speeds, and sharp turns, Jisung requested to ride the more “relaxed” rides. The ’00 liners went away to ride the carousel for fun, while Minho, Changbin and Chan preoccupied themselves with the game booths, eager to win some sort of prize. “I’ll stay and rest for a while,” Woojin chuckles, “You kids can ride that baby airplane ride.”

Felix shakes his head, “That’s reserved for Jeongin only.”

“Yeah. Jeongin can ride that himself.” you laugh.

The youngest wags his finger in front of yours and Felix’s faces and cheekily smiles, “Maybe, but you and Felix are free to ride the Tunnel of Love. It’s right there.”

You don’t miss how Woojin bursts into laughter, or how Felix is at a loss for words. “That’s boring.” you say after nearly choking on nothing.

Jeongin shrugs, “Well, I’m going to check on the others.”

Jeongin happily walks away to the game booths, leaving you with Felix and Woojin. The older male nonchalantly shrugs while taking a sip form his drink, “And you two? Ferris Wheel perhaps?”

Felix laughs, “That’s so cliché.”

Woojin smiles, “And?”

“No.” you and Felix say at the same time, resulting in Woojin raising his eyebrow in the most teasing manner.

“Let’s look at the other games. I think I saw a cute stuffed toy prize somewhere there.” Felix nods his head opposite of where Chan and the others were.

You nod, “Alright.”

“Bye bye!” Woojin waves before snickering to himself.

You walk side-by-side with Felix, a stick of cotton candy in your hand. “How’s everything so far?” he suddenly asks.

You chuckle, “Taking a break was a good idea. I feel like my spirit has left me with all those rides.”

“See!” Felix suddenly exclaims with a very wide grin, “You are scared! You’re the one who’s more afraid!”

“No, that’s not the case!” you laugh, pointing at him, “Bet you’re just as terrified as me!”

“Noooo.” Felix wags his finger and mischievously smirks, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

You sigh and pretend to act tired, “We need to settle this once and for all, Felix. Only one person can remain standing.”

“I agree,” Felix imitates your serious demeanor, “but first, let me play this game.”

Felix turns his attention to the booth wherein you’d have to shoot the target to win a prize. “Oh, go Felix!” you cheer beside him while waving your cotton candy.

Felix laughs and smiles. In a split second, his eyes narrow sharply in concentration, and his deep voice is merely a whisper as he mumbles something like “steady, aim”. You turn your eyes to him and observe the slightest aspects. His eyes would get sharper and darker when he was concentrating on something, and undeniably, you found that sexy. His blonde hair fell just above his eyes, framing his perfect face in all the right ways. His plump lips were flat like a line as he focused his eyes on the target. If you weren’t his friend and saw him for the first time, you’d think he was the scary, cold, and asshole kind of person when in fact, he was the complete opposite.

Felix’s demeanor went on a 180-degree change as he pulled the trigger and hit the target. His eyes widened in glee as he exclaimed and threw his arms up in the air. “I got it! I got it, y/n!” he laughs.

“Woohoo!” you laugh with him.

You do a double high-five and without much thought, his fingers intertwine with yours as the two of you jump around in circles while shouting “yay”. The man at the booth chuckles at the sight and motions to the prizes on display, “Take your pick, young man.”

Felix scans the prizes before his bright brown eyes settle on one. He points at a koala stuffed toy, “I’ll take that one.”

The man happily hands it over to Felix and waves at the two of you as you walk away. While casually walking around the amusement park, your heart wouldn’t seem to stop pounding against your chest. Felix felt the same sensation, and it was something he wasn’t used to. This is exactly what you did to him. Only you could make him feel that way, and if he was being honest with himself, he was fine with it. He wouldn’t have wanted anyone else.

He suddenly breaks the silence, “Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“Here, this is for you actually.”

You turn to him, only to be met with the koala stuffed toy being given to you. “But you won it?” you tilt your head.

“I know,” Felix smiles, “but I won it for you.”

“Really? Are you serious?” you don’t believe what you were hearing, but you were 100% sure that your smile was wider than the ocean.

“Yup.” Felix chuckles.

You take the stuffed toy from him and cuddle it close to your chest, “Thank you. I’ll name him Lixie in honor of you.”

Felix heartily laughs, “Sounds cute. Now, you have a remembrance for this day with us.”

“I have a lot of memories for this day,” you shyly grin, “but this will surely stick with me for a long time.”

“I’m glad.” Felix smiles.

The two of you are smiling at each other in the middle of the walkway, and something about the moment was magical – ethereal even. There weren’t any imaginary sparkles or radiant glowing, but the bliss and joy you felt by simply being with Felix was more than magical for you. Felix could get lost in your eyes and stare at your infectious smile all day, every day and would never get tired of it.

Just then, your group of friends catch up, and Minho smirks, “They ditched us and went on a date.”

“Hey!” you and Felix suddenly burst.

Felix mumbles, “You guys went away ahead of us. We were chilling with Woojin not too long ago, right, hyung?”

Woojin innocently smiles and points at another attraction, “Are you all up for a little spook? Let’s go to the haunted house!”

“No no no,” Hyunjin laughs, “Felix and y/n should go! As a dare!”

“And how is that going to benefit us?” you inquire.

Hyunjin shrugs playfully just as Seungmin raises his hand, “If you and Felix agree to go as a pair, I will treat you both to the most delicious parfaits ever.”

“Tempting.” you nod and think for a moment.

Felix, on the other hand, is already grabbing your wrist and proudly nodding, “We’ll go! For the sake of parfaits!”

“Wait, what?” you blink your eyes.

But before you can protest, Chan is pushing you and Felix to the entrance of the house. “Bye, enjoy the adventure! Don’t do anything stupid, ok?”

The employee at the haunted house ushers you both inside, but before the door closes, you hear Jisung shout, “Tell her how you feel, my man!”

Any thoughts about that statement goes out the window as the actors in the haunted house pop out of holes in the walls.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Your scream is high-pitched compared to Felix’s lower shouts, but your hearts were leaping like mad frogs nonetheless. While walking across a makeshift bridge, a few of the zombie actors claw from below, causing you to jump. “FELIX!”

Your actions surprise Felix who lets out a quick scream of his own. “Y/n, you’re scaring me!”

“That’s cause I am scared!”

“Aha!” Felix points at you, “I told you you’d be more – ”

He doesn’t get to finish, because at the end of the bridge, a bloodied bride shrieks at the two of you, causing both you and Felix to hug each other and shout at the same time. You squeeze the male tighter as the bride walks closer to you both. “No, stop!” you shout.

Felix waves his hand around, “Ah, no!”

With your arms still around each other, you and Felix slowly inch your way to the next room. Once you reach the room, you both release each other. “We do not speak of that.” Felix lowly whispers.

You nod and clear your throat, “I agree.”

When Felix takes a step forward, you immediately cling to his arm, “Wait for me!”

Felix can’t help but laugh despite his nerve-wrecked state, “Ok, ok. Just stay close to me.”

You’ll admit that he got your heart fluttering, as usual, with that statement. You try to hide the smile that curls on your lips, but seeing as to how Felix was happily grinning as well, you end up just letting the smile unfold.

You both continue to walk through the haunted house, screaming every now and then. You would often hit Felix’s arm on impulse, and the male would shake your shoulders when frightened. On certain occasions, you’d tackle Felix or use him as a human shield. Poor boy was just as scared as you were, but he was being manly. For you. On the last stretch of the attraction, your hand found its place within Felix’s own, and he reassuringly gave it a squeeze. You focused on your hands instead of the scary blood-painted walls. When the final actor jumped out, you screamed just as Felix shouted a quick “YAH”. He, however, also gripped your hand tighter as if to say “It’s ok, I’m right here”. You gave him a light squeeze as well, acknowledging his adorable, unspoken message.

Once you both made it outside, you were sweating from screaming, running, flailing your hands around, and jumping. Your hearts were slowly calming down, but you definitely felt the adrenaline wearing down. The other boys meet you both outside, a few teasing smirks on their faces. “They had fun, don’t worry.” Woojin laughs as he gestures to your still-intertwined hands.

You and Felix look at the same time. You were just about to pull your hand away when Felix held it tighter with just enough force to keep your hand in his. You look at him in surprise before turning to the 8 other boys, completely speechless. You open your mouth to speak, but the words don’t seem to formulate. Chan looks at you as if he was expecting something, so you panic and turn your attention to Felix who is glaring at Minho and Hyunjin, his cheeks pink again. Chan clears his throat, “Ok, we need to be going back soon, but what’s an amusement park trip without the Ferris wheel ride?”

“Yeah, of course.” you stutter.

“I’m going with Chan, Woojin, and Jeongin.” Seungmin says.

Hyunjin raises his hand as well, “I’ll be with Changbin, Minho, and Jisung then.”

“Y/n and Felix can go together.” Woojin smiles, and you don’t seem to protest. Maybe you wanted this anyway.

“Hyung.” Felix turns to Chan who gently smiles at the younger male.

Chan pats his back softly before nodding his head towards the Ferris wheel. You don’t hear it – since Woojin is already pulling you along – but Chan whispers to Felix, “You can do it.”

When everyone is in their respective Ferris wheel cars [or do y’all call it cabins, tubs, capsules, gondolas, or pods?], you and Felix sit next to each other. You find yourself fiddling with the koala stuffed toy as Felix looks at his shoes. The silence was suffocating; it was like there was something blocking you from Felix. It was like you couldn’t breathe unless someone said something.

And Felix was the first one to do so. With a small smile, he says, “I’m sorry the boys are doing this.”

“Oh, no, it’s alright,” you nervously chuckle and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s not like…I’m completely against it.”

“Really?” Felix suddenly sounds surprised as he sits up straight.

You chuckle and stare at the stuffed toy, “Yeah. How do I put it? I’m just…happy right now. Really happy.”

Felix chuckles louder this time, a wider grin gracing his features, “So am I.”

The male looks out towards the sky – the pink hues made his face look softer than usual, even going as far as softening his sharp features. The city skyline dazzled below, building lights flicking on one-by-one. Such lights were reflected in Felix’s deep eyes causing them to look more sparkly than usual. You took his whole appearance in and couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person. You were sitting in the Ferris wheel with someone as beautiful, unreal, and magical as Lee Felix.

He turns his attention to you, eyes boring into your own. You gently smile and tilt your head, “What’s wrong?”

Felix takes a deep breath and rubs his palms on his thighs. A nervous laugh escapes his lips as he shakes his head, “I want to tell you something, but I don’t know how.”

You shyly nod before prompting him to go on, “I’m all ears.”

“Ok, here I go.” Felix sighs before steeling himself and taking both your hands in his. The action catches you off-guard, but you control yourself and maintain eye contact with him. Felix goes on, “Y/n, I like you. I really, really like you. Like for real. Like like.”

Felix had started to babble and look away from you, something he did when he was really nervous. Felix was such a pure-hearted person. He was just an open-book who wasn’t afraid of showing his true self. Maybe naïve, but definitely genuine and precious to you. Playful, childish, and loud as he was, he was also a very supportive person who would let you hold his hand when you were sad. He would keep you company when things got rough. He’d be willing to listen to your ranting. He made you laugh like no one could. Just hearing him speak or seeing him smile was enough for you.

“Felix.”

Felix snapped back to face you. A giddy smile plasters itself on your face as you respond, “I like you too. A lot.”

“I – what? You do?” he asks to double-check he heard right.

“Why are you so surprised?” you giggle, “Of course I do.”

“Wow.” Felix says before laughing and leaning back, “I didn’t think this day could have gotten any more perfect!”

You squeeze his hand tighter, “Is that why you kept holding my hand throughout the rides and haunted house?”

Felix smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at you, “Yes. I just wanted to.”

“And that went by unnoticed by the others.” you say sarcastically.

Felix shrugs, “They planned this all. Of course they’d notice.”

“Felix, what?”

He laughs again, “I told Chan about my feelings for you, and then he and the other boys came up with the plan to come here with you just so I could confess.”

“Why would we need to be here though?” you ask curiously.

“I didn’t know how to express it,” Felix explains, “so Woojin suggested that we go to the amusement park. I mean, it makes sense, right? A lot of…couple-y stuff go on in amusement parks? You said it yourself. I kept holding your hand.”

“I’ve liked you for a while, and the boys were dying whenever I chickened out. Chan said I just needed ‘a little push’ to actually confess to you. What better way to give me a push by making us go through extreme rides, a haunted house and now the Ferris wheel…together?” Felix finishes, a bright smile tugging at his lips.

You let out an amused chuckle before saying, “Well, if that’s the case, it worked then.”

You and Felix gaze into each other’s eyes for the hundredth time that day. He leaned close enough for your foreheads to touch. His eyes traveled along your face, memorizing every feature – from your thick eyelashes to your rosy lips. You did the same, admiring the way his freckles painted his beautiful skin. Felix places a chaste kiss on your lips, and it was nothing like you’ve ever imagined. His lips tasted sugary as were yours, all thanks to the cotton candy you both ate earlier. Short and sweet as the kiss was, you knew you wouldn’t forget the feeling, the taste, the magic. When you pull away, you both shyly giggle and smile at each other.

The ride is nearing the its end, and people are getting off one-by-one. As your turn approaches, you playfully grin at Felix, “Ready for the others to tease us?”

You gesture to the Ferris wheel’s passenger car parallel to yours and Felix’s. Chan is waving his arms around like a cheerleader. Below their car, Jisung jumps up and down, causing the car to sway with Minho having the fright of his life.

Felix wraps an arm around you and smiles, “They did give me the push. I’ll let them pass for now.”

You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder, waiting for your turn to get off the ride. You certainly loved amusement park trips.

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[animegirl431]

Trifiesta June 15th (2019)-Free Prompt/ AU

List in hand, Kirishima put on his jacket as he his long strides carry him to the door. Yokozawa remains in the entranceway plans to see his lover off. Yokozawa would have preferred for him to stay home, but given the circumstances he knew it was necessary for him to go on this errand run. The two men owed it to their sweet daughter to make sure everything was prepared so she could relax and have a good time. She works hard and is a good kid, so this was the least they could do.

A few days ago Hiyori had adorably asked if she could invite a few friends over for a sleepover during the weekend. When Kirishima and Yokozawa has agreed, Hiyori told them that she planned to invite Her three closet friends: Yuki, Hinata and Amia. She had smiled brightly at them before she rushed off to call her friends. Both of the men had watched her fondly. They loved how agreeing to her request had made her so happy.

Yokozawa and Kirishima had exchanged doting parent looks as they got ready for bed. The next days had passed in a blur as both of them had ended up working over time. Likewise, Hiyori had been busy with her projects and her after school extra circulars. As a result, all three of them had missed the pathetic state of their fridge and cabinets.

As the time approached for the three girls to arrive, both Yokozawa and Kirishima came to an embarrassing realization. Nobody had been able to go shopping all this week. Currently, there was not enough food or drinks for the for the three days the girls would be over.

It occurred to the two men that they had an hour until the girls should be getting back from school. That would be long enough for the two to go shopping to restock so they were prepared for the sleepover. As Yokozawa had been about to skip on his shoes, the door clocked open.

Hiyori, Yuki, Hinata and Amia entered, smiles gracing their faces as they gave their various greetings. “I’m home.” “Pardoned the intrusion.” “Coming in.” “We are here.”

Hiyori instantly noticed that both her father and onii-chan had shoes on. “Are you two going out?”

Quickly removing his shoes, Yokozawa answered. “Only your father is. I, on the other hand, will be here if you need anything.”

Amused, Kirishima remains silent. It would probably be better if Yokozawa handles the shopping. It had been proved on more than one occasion that Kirishima could mess up getting the right things even when provided a list. Yet, Yokozawa had already made the announcement that he would be staying. For the moment, Kirishima figures he could wait to point out his opinion on the topic of who is more suited to go shopping versus be home with the kids.

Actually, the answer to both would be Yokozawa. However, Yokozawa couldn’t be two places at once. So, it was more of a decision of which of the two things would Kirishima be less likely to screw up. Allowing Kirishima to take over either of the tasks alone seemed like asking for a disaster to occur. At least if he was less the one left to watch the kids, Hiyori would be there to fix things if anything happened.

Briefly, Yokozawa regretted making the claim that he would stay home not trusting Kirishima to get the correct items from the grocery store. Masking this fear, Yokozawa observed as Hiyori nodded. Her friends seemed thrilled that Yokozawa would remain here. They wouldn’t say it out loud, but they thought Yokozawa onii-chan was cooler and more fun to be around than Kirishima.

“We are going to be in my room,” Hiyori said hesitating as something occurred to her. “Unless you want help cooking dinner?”

“I would like a chance to cook with you Yokozawa onii-chan. Hiyori constantly tells us about all the adventures you two have had in the kitchen. It sounds like a good time,” Yuki says causing Hiyori to blush.

“Me too. I want to assist you in cooking,” Amia adds joint the conversation.

“Can we?” Hinata asks eyes bright.

“I wouldn’t count on it. You see the kitchen is Yokozawa and Hiyori’s domain. They get possessive over it. Take from me, it’s a challenge getting permission to even get access when they are cooking. Actually being able to participate in cooking with them is impossible,” Kirishima teasingly says, smirking at them.

“Kirishima!””Father!” Yokozawa and Hiyori reproachingly yell as they both glare at him. Pink tint their faces as they don’t appreciate the appearance of the joking side of his personality.

The sound of Hiyori’s three friends chuckling saved Kirishima from the tongue lashing he was about to receive. Grinning, they brushed off Kirishima’s words. It always was entertaining being able to observe Yokozawa, Hiyori and Kirishima’s interactions.

“It works out in our favor if we don’t have to help with making dinner anyways,” Hinata says which earns her puzzled stares.

“Why is that?” Amia asks.

“I’m tired from carrying out today’s goals in my club. The idea of collapsing on the bean bag chair in Hiyori’s room wins out over my desire to cook,” Hinata explains and is met with sounds of agreement.

“You make a good point,” Yuki says shifting her eyes to Hiyori.

“Well....,” Hiyori doesn’t get far as Kirishima pipes up.

“The same goes for us. We just got done with work. How about we order food for pick up. On my home I can stop by to grab our order,” Kirishima suggests holding back a laugh at the enthusiastic yeses that immediately supported this idea.

A discussion took place about where to order from. When that was decided, the girls’ wrote down what they wanted to eat, then headed off to Hiyori’s room to play. Yokozawa took out his phone to place the order. He made sure to give Kirishima’s name when asked who the order was for.

Blinking, Yokozawa came back to reality. To being in charge of the four girls. The salesman focus had been stolen by the sound of the bedroom door closing. Pushing away his unease at having been distracted that he missed when his lover had passed by him. Yokozawa had been about to question why Kirishima was still there, but stopped when he sat the man slip his wallet and phone in his pocket.

Reasonably it would do Kirishima no good to leave without those items. Yokozawa silently watched as Kirishima went to finally leave.

Pausing with his hand in the door handle, Kirishima asks, “Are you sure you don’t want to be the one to go instead?”

“Why do you ask?” Yokozawa questions frowning.

“Oh it’s nothing.”

“What? Do you not trust me to be able to take care of children?”

“Of course I do. If...”

Yokozawa’s eyes narrow at Kirishima as he shrugs shaking his head. The editor’s lips twitch and Yokozawa’s gut reaction is too find out what information the guy seems to have. Yokozawa ends up ignoring that urge.

“Hurry up and go,” Yokozawa snapped not in the mood to deal with whatever scheme Kirishima was up to.

“Fine. Don’t underestimate them,” Kirishima warns as as he steps out closing the door behind him.

A shiver goes down Yokozawa’s back at this words. Gritting his teeth, Yokozawa refuses allow Kirishima’s words to make him paranoid.

“Asshole,” Yokozawa mutters quite enough that the the four little girls won’t overhear.

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Four giggling girls entered the living room carrying a heavy looking case. They quickly traveled over to where. Yokozawa sat lounging in the couch. Curiously, Yokozawa raised an eyebrow as they stood lined up in front of him. Hiyori stood smiling sweetly in that way she did when she was going to request Yokozawa do something for her. Her three friends followed her lead.

A strong bad feeling welled up inside of Yokozawa foreshadowing that he wasn’t going to like what the girls had planned. Warily, Yokozawa gazed at the case and then back at the four girls hoping that for once that his suspicion of being led into something that would damage his pride would be wrong.

The moment Hiyo opened the case with shining eyes, Yokozawa swallowed harshly. He momentarily wonders if it would be possible to avoid what was coming next by pretending he needed to take a shower or make a phone call. As if sensing his desire to flee Amia and Yuki stand on one side while Hiyori and Hinata go to stand on the other. Thus, the four girls efficiently blocked his escape route.

Squashing back his panic, Yokozawa comforted himself by saying that maybe this situation would take a different direction than it appeared. Folding his hands together, Yokozawa created a calm facade.

“Yokozawa onii-chan, what are you up to?” Hiyori innocently inquires.

“I’m not really doing anything...why?” Yokozawa responds dread pooling in his stomach.

“We were wondering if you would play with us?” Hiyori answers shifting from foot to foot anxiously.

“I’m more than willing to hang out with you girls if you want,” Yokozawa says not an inch of hesitation in his voice.

“Yay!!” All four of the girls shout gleefully.

The girls focused intently on Yokozawa. He could practically see them racking their brains. Grimacing, Yokozawa could only think of one reason why they would be so contemplative.

“You can say no,” Hiyori explains although he can tell she desperately wants him to say yes.

“No need to be so shy. It’s me. Share the details of what you have in mind,” Yokozawa speaks up instantly getting the sinking feeling that he had dug his won grave.

“We want to give you a make over.” The four girls announce eyes sparkling with excitement.

“This would include styling your hair and taking care of your nails,” Hinata further explains.

“All the supplies necessary are in this box,” Amia says motion towards the open beauty case.

On closer inspection, Yokozawa sees that the case has more compartments than one would expect on its closed state. Each compartment has a different beauty supply neatly lined up organized by the different shades from the lightest color to the darkest. There is an area for blush, lipstick, nail polish, hair ties, and many other supplies. Yokozawa gulps at the mortofying situation had in front of him.

“So it’s okay with you if we give you a make over?” Yuki asks as all four of the girls gather around the case.

This is a futile effort, Yokozawa is certain, but he can’t accept defeat without having given his all to evade this.

“It’s such a waste to use this on me. Especially when there are four beautiful girls that it would look stunning on. Why don’t you do each other’s make up and nail? Then come show me how wonderful a job you did?”

Exchanging glances, Yokozawa saw that his words had elicited cute blushes and giggles from the group of friends. When they turned back to met his steely gray eyes, Yokozawa could tell that he had failed to persuade them to use the make for themselves.

“It won’t be as fun that way,” Hiyori said dismissively.

All four of the girls pouted and gave Yokozawa the saddest, most pitiful puppy dog eyes he had seen in his life. This went beyond not being fair. Anyone in his position would have bowed to all that was asked to them if they had been witness to this.

“Please Yokozawa onii-chan.” All the girls used their sweetest voices as they pleaded with the dark haired man.

All resistance Yokozawa’s pride had provided him with had faded. They had won. Shame rose in him at being dragged into this. Slumping back against the couch, Yokozawa lowered his head. Biting his lip, Yokozawa despairingly accepted his fate.

“Okay,” Yokozawa whispered his consent.

A shadow fell over Yokozawa. Upon looking up, Yokozawa shuddered in fright as the four girls descended on him each holding a different type of beauty supply.

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‘How do I get myself into these situations?’ Regret has been an instant response the second that the lipstick tube touched his lips. Flinching, Yokozawa got scolded as Hiyori has to use a paper towel to wipe away the excess lipstick.

Thirty minutes had passed torturously slow as the four girls worked on what they had been assigned to do. Yuki took on the task of putting makeup on Yokozawa’s face, Hiyori had claimed the job of styling his hair, Amia took on Yokozawa’s fingernails, and Hinata took on Yokozawa’s toenails. It might have been tolerable if they had gone one at a time. Unfortunately, the four girls had chosen to work on ever part of the makeover at once.

Sabotaging them or making this difficult for the girls wasn’t his intention. Yokozawa found himself squirming and flinching. No matter how many lectures or glares he received, Yokozawa couldn’t remain still in this situation. Besides, it being humiliating to have makeup on him. There was something else more pressing making this situation worse.

Yokozawa cursed the fact that his feet were both a ticklish and sensitive area for him. Along with avoiding making a move that would lead to him being poked in the eye by an eyeliner pen, Yokozawa found himself in the precarious situation of having to hold back his sighted or gasps as Hinata worked on painting his toe nails.

Nothing in this world would allow him to live down making some strange noise while Hiyori’s friends were innocently going about giving him a new look.This put a strain on him the made him tense. His body would jerk earning him disapproval and annoyed sighs.

By some miracle, Yokozawa stuck it out for an hour straight. Yokozawa was currently sitting there letting his nails dry. Hiyori, Yuki, Hinata, and Amia day on the ground exhausted. Scanning over Yokozawa’s appearance, there was a sense of satisfaction that was shared among all four of them. It had been a hard fought battle to get the makeup, nail polish, and hair accessories on Yokozawa.

When fifteen more minutes had passed the four girls stood up. They each took a mirror in their hands. Yokozawa flinched as the part this is the part he had been fearing the most. No offense to the four precious girls who did the very best job to properly apply all the beauty supplies on Yokozawa. It’s just Yokozawa knew there was absolutely no fucking way in hell that makeup, nail polish or any accessory would fit his intimidating appearance.

“Close your eyes,” Hiyori had urged him.

Having already come this far, Yokozawa didn’t have the willpower to put up any fight or protest against anything they asked. He closed his eyes. He heard the group of friends shuffle forward.

“Okay, open your eyes.” All the girls gently encouraged the salesman.

Upon opening his eyes, Yokozawa sat stunned. They were far from professionals, but they had managed to get rid of any stray line of makeup or nail polish. The colors used for the nails on his face were far from being coordinated. The application of blush, eye shadow, and eyeliner had been too much. It ended up being the typical result you would expect from girls who had recently started exploring how to use makeup.

They used a dark, smoky gray eyeshadow, so much eyeliner that it had more of that unattractive raccoon look, dark glossy red for his lips, a blush that gave his cheeks a noticeable pink color, his finger nails had alternating orange and yellow and his toe nails were painted a shocking light pink with neon green stripes. His hair was now curly, had berets with sparkly gems, a few clip on bows one with red and white polka dots and one that was a light silver color and somehow they had even managed to get a ponytail in his hair.

It is on the edge of being terrifying to Yokozawa. His imagination did not do justice compared to reality. Yokozawa felt like he could have walked out of someone’s nightmare. If someone had asked who was scarier a clown or Yokozawa wearing makeup, Yokozawa would no doubt be the winner.

Raising his hand to pick at one of his curls, Yokozawa’s lips twitched. This situation felt unreal as he never would guess that life would take him down a path where he would be allowing twelve year olds to completely give him a makeover. The more he looked in the mirror the more amused and content he felt.

As bad as he may look, this had been proof how domesticated his life had become. It showed much he has changed as a person. It made him grateful for to Kirishima for pulling him into his pace and along for the ride. He would always treasure these changes to his personality, the ability to experience this silliness, and the close relationship he had to the Kirishimas as well as the people he met because of the Kirishimas.

“What do you think?” All four of the girls asked in unison all of them looking nervous.

“I look absolutely wonderful,” Yokozawa said, watching in delight as the girls give him a beaming smiles.

“Really?” All the girls asked, giving him a searching look.

“Yeah. Without you girls, I would have never known how much difference a little bit of makeup and changing up my hair would make,” Yokozawa said, watching the girls get flustered.

“Does that mean you would let us do this again?” Hiyori asks a hopefulness in her tone and expression.

“Yes,” Yokozawa sincerely answers which leads to all the girls cheering happily.

The four girls politely dismissed themselves to Hiyori’s room. Not without thanking Yokozawa for playing with them. They also told him how awesome he was. It flattered Yokozawa and made him embarrassed.

A silence filled the room as soon as the girls had left. This brought to Yokozawa’s attention that for some reason Kirishima had not returned home. It was worrisome to Yokozawa as the errand should not have taken more than an hour. Deciding to call Kirishima, Yokozawa had picked up his phone that was on the table closest to the entryway to the apartment.

At that exact moment the door swung open as Kirishima walked in. Jumping in fright, Yokozawa dropped his phone drawing Kirishima’s attention. The editor’s face went from looking pissed to his mouth gaping. Yokozawa’s face heated up at being able to get such a raw, non-sophisticated reaction.

“What the hell happen to you?” Kirishima asked, having regained his speaking ability. “You didn’t do this yourself did you?”

“Of course not, you idiot,” Yokozawa harshly hissed. “The girls did this!”

‘Shit.’ All of a sudden Kirishima’s warning came of ‘don’t underestimate them’ into his brain. Sometimes it would save home a lot of trouble if he took Kirishima’s words seriously. Yokozawa was starting to believe that he had become addicted to reaping the consequences that came from not listening to Kirishima.

The curving of Kirishima’s lips into a smirk caused a shiver to run down his spine. He knew that Kirishima had entered a full on teasing mood. Turning away, Yokozawa felt arms wrap around his waist not even allowing him to even begin to escape. A whimper left Yokozawa’s lips at the absolutely devilish look that spread across Kirishima’s face.

Tipping his head back, Kirishima captured the salesman’s lips in a kiss not bothered at all by the fact that makeup would get smeared on his own face. Body going numb, Yokozawa scratches at Kirishima’s arm as a moan rises in his throat. Kirishima releases Yokozawa from the kiss. He leans towards Yokozawa’s ear and lick the earlobe earning a jerk and a gasp from his red faced lover.

“As sex will have to wait until our house guests leave, that leaves free time for us to have a nice, long, pleasant chat about your appearance,” Kirishima whispers in his ear his playful voice promising no mercy in the teasing he was about to unleash.

@trifiesta

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Magia Record 4 | Uchitama 3 - 5 | Eizouken 5 | Iruma-kun 17 - 18 | BnHA 76 - 79 | ID: Invaded 5 - 7

Magia Record 4

There’s a fish behind Iroha. Also, I was confused about the ketchup cake thing Jenn mentiond in one of her posts until I saw it here.(On a related note, ketchup cake seems to really exist…but only in Canada.)

Ah! Tsuruno. I’ve heard of her from reading around about this mobage.

The coding of the episode went funny again…

I feel like despite this being everything Madoka was, this seems to have lost some of the charm somehow. I’ve been reading that others are having similar experiences, though. Update: I think I know why now…although there are magical girl events fuelling the entire thing, the show is currently more bent on being a CGDCT. That’s why I’m not so happy with it…I dunno about others, though.

I suspected Séance Shrine was Mizuna Shrine…I mean, it was right behind Iroha and co.

Who was that blonde girl…?

I thought I just saw face-stealing aliens swoop in (i.e. someone didn’t bother drawing in the girls’ faces). I thought that was just a Bones thing exclusive to BSD.

“Olibe oil” (sic). Also, there are creepy blue (green?) figures walking the aisles…

I notice Iroha needed an extra bounce to get over the gate.

What’s that orange marking on the girls’ faces…? Update: Reading the wiki reveals it’s the Witch’s Kiss, or something similar to it.

Uchitama 3

Well, it says “chome” but gets translated to “street”…which is a bit weird. A chome is a city district, which functions much like a street but isn’t the same.

I just realised the title card has a dog’s face on it. Maybe next time it’ll be a cat’s face…

Oh my gosh, it’s a Yu-Gi-Oh duel! Teenager-ness…(?) What is that (LOL)?! *squints at screen* Oh, chuunibyou. That makes sense.

They even materialised the (Gon’s) chair! (LOL)

At least this matchup isn’t Bull vs. Momo…thank goodness(!)

I seriously love how much skin they make Bull show…(LOL…?)

Well, if the race to the top is exciting then the race to the bottom should be humiliating, no? That’s how these things work.

LOL, just seeing a badass dude that’s meant to represent a wolf howling like one is hilarious. (But seriously, are any of these neighbourhood dogs a Bad Enough Dude, to paraphrase an old game meme?)

Don’t Naruto run, Pochi! It’s dangerous!

Ahhhhhhh, so that’s why people call Pochi “Shiro” and feed him tofu…

The video got encoded funny again…

Uchitama 4

This is like Wakasa all over again…

The “My Name is Gon” title is a reference to “I Am a Cat” (Wahagai wa Neko de Aru). It actually doesn’t have the word for “name” in there, which is a bit weird…Update: It’s about the day-to-day introspection and life of a cat and the wagahai suggests the cat thinks rather highly of himself, so I’d assume the former (applied to a dog of course), if not both of those things to be part of this.

The fact that Gon doesn’t move his mouth while telling us weird things (such as how Bull’s sweater reminds him of an old lady in Osaka) is hilarious. It’s almost like a play with Gon as narrator.

See? That titlecard has a different dog’s face now! (I believe it’s Kuro’s, actually.)

This series is actually really informative about cats and dogs!

The Detective Conan parody cat is pretty interesting in regards to how the series wants to play with the human/animal dichotomy.

Now the titlecard has a cat’s face.

This song is so energetic! The banners are pretty funny too – I mean, “trying to get a ripped body” is impossible for a dog, right?

Yyyyyyyyup, Ume is singing this song (Sanchome no Hoshi* or The Star of 3rd District*)! I’m being spoilt!

Eizouken 5

Iron Giant…I thought the name sounded familiar. Turns out it’s a Brad Bird-directed movie.

This episode is very Scott...LOL.

I like how they showed the back of the guy to correspond with the back of the robot.

Iruma 17

Gap = sukima, as you might know from a post I made re: Mairimashita! Iruma-kun puns.

“Yes, boss!” in English.

Why do people being questioned  at a koban always have katsudhum? (Hataraku Maousama reference)

Ooh, this long-haired demon from the Game or New Magic battler is hot!!!

That's the 1st time Acchan and Bakemi appear...

I'd assume the ga in Gabuko means gakkou (school).

Now it's ki su ma...(instead of sukima)

Iruma 18

Aw, Kiriwo's so cute...

...and he's now a sadist. (Good job, me...I don't like sadists much.)

The cyclops girl's name is Dosanko, huh?

Hanabi are "fire flowers" (translating somewhat literally), which is why they "bloom" in the translation.

Update: Oh, I accidentally skipped ep. 17. I was wondering how Sabro got to hold up Comecome's stall…

BnHA 76

I’m not sure how the subbers got “Go entropy! Plus Chaos!”, although it might have something to do with Saikou da! (which I made out from listening to the audio).

Okay, now you can hear them say “Plus Chaos”.

Note Overhaul’s eyecatch background is purple, which contrasts Deku’s green. By the way, the eyecatch says that Overhaul belongs to the Shie Hassaikai and not the League…the guy’s always been picky about not being associated with the League.

The one time I turn the volume off, I don’t need it (LOL).

Dame da is closer to “It’s useless” or “You’re useless” than “Naughty girl”, subbers.

The coronavirus has taught me that masks make people seem less human, especially those with weird mouths like Overhaul’s plague doctor/bird one.

BnHA 77

In one of the Discord servers where Mudamaid appears, I decided to take Chronostasis. Why? He isn’t that bad-looking when he hasn’t got his mask on, to be real with you.

Froppy uses “senpai”, not Tamaki’s hero name.

I believe Tamaki calls Tsuyu “Kero-chan”, hence “Miss Ribbit”.

I wanna cry…I know Nighteye won’t see All Might again until All Might himself dies…(and this is because I’ve read the manga – thanks Viz and Shonen Jump for doing that!)

Shigaraki makes me beg the question…where do those hands of his come from??? Update: Ewwwwwwwww, those hands come from individuals affected by Tomura’s Quirk! (I think that’s a spoiler though…)

I almost got to the point of crying. I mean, I knew it would happen, but seeing it animated…makes it worse, y’know??? (Also, I accidentally might’ve stuck my finger in my eye when I was trying to wipe away tears, so either way, I teared up.)

BnHA 78

Huh? This OP is awfully cheerful after Nighteye’s death…I think it’s called Star Maker? Update: Star Marker by Kana Boon.

Well, you do realise I don’t know about anything after this point…all over again. So your surprise will be mine too.

LOL , it’s a Titan! (Apparently – according to the wiki pages I read – Gigantomachia is based on the Titans of lore, so…that’s true in more than one sense when you take into account Attack on Titan.)

The birbs are so cute!

That was just a few solid minutes of recap. Not as bad as Detective Conan where they frontend it, but still bad.

Hmm? I thought I saw black hair on Kurogiri…?

“He’s a walking disaster.” – That’s what I’d say about Bakugou, LOL.

Shouto “Daddy Issues” Todoroki taking the stage again…not that I mind, but…isn’t this Midoriya’s story?

I think I saw a Funko Pop All Might in the ED…?

You can see someone with a red wing Quirk. Based on what I’ve read around, that guy is Hawks.

Deku’s shirt at the end says “sheets”, not “shirt” (it’s missing a small ya).

BnHA 79

“…and I like udon better!” - *facepalm* That’s not how you make friends, Yoarashi.

Gang Orca’s like the Gordon Ramsay of heroes…with much less swearing.

*laughs behind hands as kids spill out the door* Welp, this is going to be real good.

This blonde kid is basically Monoma ver. 2!!! I hate him already!!!

Oh…that’s surprisingly strategic, Bakugou…*shows image of kid being dangled by a rope* Uh…or maybe not.

Who’s this guy with the bolo tie, anyway…?

Uchitama 5

I seriously thought this cat was Nora…(Sakura)

Does “big sister” refer to Lilly or another cat…?

Oh, I was wondering why Sakura didn’t have a cat tail…turns out she’s a pig. (Huh. It reminds me of a kinder version of the Africa Salaryman mixer joke.)

I like how open the series is in regards to interspecies love. Then again,…bestiality is an absolute no-no in my books, so maybe not.

Is it just me, or is there a slight bruise around Nora’s left eye…?

It’s like a Boueibu reunion! Shirai and Ume at the baths! Yay~!

There’s something absolutely silly about seeing anime boys hide in cupboards like cats. It puts a stupid smile on my face, like Eizouken does.

“I told you to get in the bath already!” – Gaddammit, Koma!

How do Gon’s glasses not fog up in the bath? (MST3K mantra required)

Oh, Nora does have a bruise around his eye! What’s it from, though?

Way to upsell Koma’s services, Kuro. (partially sarcastic…?)

“Can I say we’re having a doggone good time?” – Remind me to check what that sounds like in Japanese later. Update: Kuro says something that sounds lik izoizo in the line beforehand and then matches it in this line. In order to match the puns, there’s a pun in the English translation too.

ID: Invaded 5

Matsuoka’s glasses thing reminds me of Kanamori (Eizouken)…

“hole experience” – Is that a pun…?

Never ask a woman her age.

Hmm…”maidenly innocence”…

Why do some people believe “never mind” is one word???

I just noticed there’s a differently coloured bar on the title card…maybe that’s how far into the episode you should be. Also, is this well a pun on “falling for you”?

I noticed the blood had a weird texture to it. Also, I noticed the woman had heterochromia bfore it was pointed out she’s not real.

I have a theory. See, John(nie) Walker is an alcohol (sake) brand, right? This is Sakaido (as opposed to Anaido, who’s the Perforator and ana = hole). It’s the same character, so (I suspect) Sakaido’s crime has to do with alcohol…

Hmm…this ain’t gonna pass the Bechdel test after all…

Oh! Post-credits segment! Keep watching.

ID: Invaded 6

“Matsuoka was injured” – Er, he still has the knife in him…?

Ohhhhhh…this has gotta be Hondomachi!

I predict Hondomachi and Sakaido are going to go head-to-head someday. Update: Or those two vs. Johnnie Walker.

There was a cut-off footprint…

Isn’t it possible for a person to kill someone without knowing their name?

*cries* Sakaido! I’ve never seen you so emotional before…!

ID: Invaded 7

So Narihisago did look like Sakaido at one point…when his daughter was murdered.

The thing that reads cognition particles has “Back ground. Rad. Lev.” on the bottom of its screen.

I don’t have the sound on right now, so I dunno what Matsuoka was reacting to specifically…(aside from the guy owning up to whatever was done.)

Interestingly, Katsuyama has the character for “win” in his name. However, this is the only link I’ve found between the serial killers and their names.

There’s a character which appears in both the word for “martial arts” and one of the (dead) professional fighters – Takehiko Fujita. It means stuff like “war” and “military power”.

Oh! There’s a bar on the titlecard and this one is up to 900 of 1200…I wonder what that means? Is that an indication of time, perhaps? Also in the bottom left, “CAM 025”.

Miyo Hijiriido?! Oh my gosh! This is new, indeed!

Okay, so the characters for Miyo look like this: 聖井戸 御代 The first character in “Miyo” is the same one that denotes “go” in goryoushin (formal way to denote “parents”) and similar words in keigo. The characters which aren’t “well” (water well) are the character for “saint/holy” and “age” (as in the period of time, alternatively “generation”), aside from the one I’ve already discussed. Therefore, I’d suggest Miyo is actually “the great detective [who ushers in a new] age” or “the great detective [of the current] age”. Update: Apparently Miyo means “age of a ruler”, as in the period of their reign (specifically referring to the emperor if it needs to be). I’ve heard there’s specific words in the Japanese language used only to refer to the imperial family…this is probably one of them. That specific name combo (as “odai”) is also a very polite way to refer to spare change, although that doesn’t seem very useful to know.

What’s that thing on Tamotsu’s wrist…? (A watch? Wouldn’t that be illegal in a prison like this?)

Interestingly, all other killers wear white. Narihisago is the only one in black (or brown…or whatever colour that is).

What would Miyo need a key for? The key to the mystery, or a physical key?

I don’t think you can see Narihisago’s face in any of the pics he has of Muku or his wife.

Ooh…Sakaido’s pretty ripped. (Me likey…not that I would like a killer…)

Why is Sakaido…or I should say Narihisago…dead in his own imagination, huh?

Hmm…Miyo wears a black singlet or sleeveless top of some sort under that cape...poncho…Holmes cosplay thing. She still has a gun in her detective form, too.

Notably, no detective wears a skirt in this world…*sigh* So much for Nancy Drew and Miss Marple…

Muku has smiley faces on her hair decs.

Does that mean you’ve met the real Muku…? (I think this is Momoki speaking about Muku.) Update: It might be Habutae, actually. I never really got a grasp on the names of the peanut gallery.

Hondomachi’s never seen the cockpit in real life, right?

Well-ception! (It’s a bit of a joke that when there’s something in something, I call it [X]ception as a homage to Inception.)

Table flip! That meme hasn’t been around for a while, come to think of it…

I find it interesting that they point to the circles of the roof when talking about pi. As you know, the circle and pi are related.

Hmm? I don’t remember seing the quote “Let us try to make this world a better place” in this episode…

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Crazy Rich Asians (USA, 2018)

This week on Romcomathon, a special bonus edition! We saw Crazy Rich Asians last night. Enjoyed it very much. You should go. You should all go. Tonight. Tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. Heavy spoilers ahead.

Predictions: We predicted that everyone would be crazy, rich, and Asian! (We had both read the book.) Then we saw the trailer and further predicted that everyone would be good-looking, and indeed they were — though, this is a romcom, so we would have predicted that anyway.

Plot: Constance Wu is your above-average Chinese-American gal. You know, teaching game theory at NYU, chilling in cute coffee shops with her cute boyfriend, Henry Golding. Little does she know, her cute boyfriend (who loves to play basketball at a smelly YMCA) is actually the scion of a whole bunch of unbelievably wealthy Singaporeans. When Henry Golding invites her to attend his best friend Chris Pang’s wedding in Singapore, Constance Wu happily accepts, thinking, “No problem! I’ll just charm his family! It’s fine!” But oh no, Constance Wu, it’s not fine. As it turns out, Singaporean high-society gossip travels at the speed of light, and within a matter of seconds — literally seconds — everyone in Singapore above a certain income bracket knows that *GASP* Henry Golding, the most eligible bachelor in the world, is off the market.

No one is pleased is about this, but least pleased of all is Henry Golding’s ice-queen mother, Michelle Yeoh. Nonetheless, Henry Golding, bizarrely oblivious, whisks Constance Wu onto Singapore Airlines, into a phenomenally beautiful private first-class cabin, which...kind of forces him to admit that his family is financially “comfortable.” OKAY, HENRY GOLDING. JUST LIE DOWN ON YOUR AIRPLANE BED AND PUT ON YOUR SOFT FANCY AIRPLANE PAJAMAS BECAUSE YOUR FAMILY IS “COMFORTABLE.” (Weird, though, that he never brought this up during the two years they’ve been together. Did he not think that, at some point, maybe he should mention, “Hey babe, my family pretty much owns Singapore. You know, that really expensive place in Asia?”)

Constance Wu and Henry Golding arrive in Singapore; are greeted by Chris Pang and his fiancée, Sonoya Mizuno; and head off, a foursome, to chow down on some of the most amazing food we’ve ever seen in our lives. Just a normal delicious time between some normal friends, right?? WRONG. The next day, Constance Wu goes to visit her old college roommate Awkwafina, whose own family is not too shabby. They are living in a gold-plated house that her mother based off of the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles. So, you know, it’s very understated. During her lunch there, Constance Wu finds out from Awkwafina’s parents — by the way, her dad is Ken Jeong — that a) Chris Pang and Sonoya Mizuno’s wedding is basically the most important event of the season. Like an inauguration or the Royal Wedding. b) Henry Golding is so rich that Awkwafina’s family’s wealth pales in comparison. Compared to Henry Golding’s family, these knockoff-Versailles-house people are just barely making gold-plated ends meet.

Great! Now Constance Wu is even more nervous! (Nice job not preparing your girlfriend at all, Henry Golding, by the way.) She heads off to Henry Golding’s grandmother’s estate, where his grandmother Lisa Lu is just having “a few friends over,” AKA it’s a huge party at the biggest house we or Constance Wu have ever seen. There, Henry Golding finally introduces Constance Wu to the fam, who obviously see her as a gauche American peasant. Which...look, it’s all relative!!!! Michelle Yeoh, in particular, is Not Impressed and makes it very clear through her politeness how very Not Impressed she is. But it’s okay, guys! It’s Lisa Lu’s opinion that matters — and she seems to like Constance Wu! Yay!

Hold on, though. Before we can get further with Lisa Lu, Constance Wu must attend Sonoya Mizuno’s huge bachelorette party -- on a smaller island that Sonoya Mizuno’s family (literally) owns. Constance Wu feels out of place amidst all this opulence, but luckily she finds a kindred spirit in what turns out to be Henry Golding’s ex-girlfriend. SPOILER ALERT: EX-GF IS NOT A KINDRED SPIRIT. IT IS A TRAP. Everyone terrorizes Constance Wu at this horrible party, except for Sonoya Mizuno. And Gemma Chan, Henry Golding’s favorite cousin, who, besides being genuinely nice, is preoccupied with her husband’s affair.

Upon returning to Singapore, Constance Wu lays into Henry Golding for -- well, OBVIOUSLY. Henry Golding is very apologetic, but also, “We have to go make dumplings with the fam. That’s cool, right?” They go back to Lisa Lu’s manse, where things are going okay, until Constance Wu compliments Michelle Yeoh’s ENORMOUS emerald ring. It turns out that Michelle Yeoh was given this ring by her husband, Lisa Lu’s son, who had to have it custom-made because Lisa Lu wouldn’t give her son the family ring...because she though Michelle Yeoh was not good enough. Sound familiar? Yet somehow, this does not make Michelle Yeoh sympathetic. In fact, she tells Constance Wu all of this simply to preface her announcement that Constance Wu is definitely not marriage material.

HOO BOY. Constance Wu, a bit taken aback, gets a pep talk from Awkwafina, who, along with Nico Santos, gives her a Classic Romcom Makeover (TM) for the wedding. Constance Wu shows up to the wedding looking like Elsa from Frozen — but with flowers! Seriously, though, it’s a fab look. Everyone loves it. Except Michelle Yeoh. At the wedding reception, Constance Wu is feeling pret-ty good about herself...but come on, we know this can’t last!!!! Lisa Lu and Michelle Yeoh ambush her and Henry Golding with the news that Michelle Yeoh hired a private investigator to look into Constance Wu’s background. Surprise! Her father, who she had always believed was dead, is not so much, and Constance Wu is actually the result of an affair her mother had. Oh dear. Lisa Lu tells Henry Golding that he cannot possibly marry a girl like this (oh yeah, Henry Golding told Chris Pang earlier that he was planning to propose to Constance Wu). If he does, she will disown him. Constance Wu runs off in tears.

Sad times -- all is lost -- no amount of Henry Golding calling or coming by can repair this damage. Constance Wu just spends days and days moping at Awkwafina’s house until her mom, Tan Kheng Hua, shows up. Her mother admits to the affair and explains that she had an abusive husband. Constance Wu forgives her, uh, remarkably quickly for lying about this her whole life, which...is a bit odd, but you know, it’s a romcom. Who has time for subplots anyway?! Constance Wu agrees to meet up with Henry Golding one last time. He proposes to her, heedless of his family, but *GASP* she turns him down. Then meets up with Michelle Yeoh, secretively at a mahjong parlor, in order to make clear that she could have had him -- but walked away because she didn’t want him to lose his family, be estranged from his mother, blah blah blah. SUCK ON THAT, MICHELLE YEOH!!!! YOU’RE INDEBTED TO ME NOW!!!!!! ME, THE AMERICAN PEASANT. HA HA HA. HENRY GOLDING AND I WILL BOTH BE SAD, BUT MY HORSE IS MILES HIGH!!!!!!!! (...is what we imagine she feels.)

Satisfied, Constance Wu swaggers into economy class with her mom. But lo! Who should arrive but Henry Golding, chasing after her because Michelle Yeoh -- post-mahjong-showdown -- went to him and gave him the ring?! THE GIANT EMERALD RING!!!!!! OH EM GEE, YOU GUYS, IT’S SO SYMBOLIC!!!! This time, as he proposes in a crowded airplane aisle, Constance Wu says yes. Cut to their excessively opulent engagement party, where Constance Wu and Michelle Yeoh share a Look, and Gemma Chan meets Harry Shum, Jr. (Not bad, for an extremely wealthy, recently jilted lass!)

Best Scene: So many good scenes, but probably our favorite is when Awkwafina drives Constance Wu to Lisa Lu’s estate and the two of them are met by two extremely severe Indian guards outside the gate. The guards are wielding bayonets. It’s very funny, as are all of Awkwafina’s scenes.

Worst Scene: ...Weeeell, Ken Jeong spends most of his time in this film creepin’ on Constance Wu, his daughter’s friend, which definitely made us uncomfortable. But, to be fair, we wanted an American romcom starring Asians, and no romcom would be complete without us being a little grossed out. :|

Best Line: There were many funny lines. Pretty much everything out of Awkwafina’s mouth was solid gold. Constance Wu also had some good zingers. Unfortunately, we’ve only seen the movie once so far and can’t quote directly.

Worst Line: Ken Jeong and his son both creep real hard on Constance Wu, so probably something one of them said.

Highlights of the Watching Experience: Well, there’s the obvious — that this is the first (hopefully not last!) Hollywood romcom we’ve ever seen starring even two Asian people, let alone an entirely Asian cast. Plus a fun, fantastic, mostly-Mandarin soundtrack. Some of us may have cried. (“It was not me,” says Alex.) Also, Michelle Yeoh looked FUCKING AMAZING. How old is that woman now? IMMORTAL, is the answer. Also, we, as Chinese-Americans, are obsessed with food, so we appreciated that that common cultural trait was well-demonstrated in this movie, particularly by Constance Wu.

How Many POC in the Film: EVERYONE! EVERYONE WAS A PERSON OF COLOR! There was even one black extra in the wedding scene. We sighted her in the corner and got VERY excited.

Alternate Scenes: ...N-none? Honestly, we thought this was an excellent movie adaptation -- and just an excellent movie, period, which is maybe even more impressive. Yaaaay! No joke, we have already purchased tickets to see it again.

Was the Poster Better or Worse than the Film: Worse. The poster is fine, but the movie is better, of course, because the movie was good! It was a good movie! We saw a good movie!

Score: 10 out of 10 crazy-rich-Asian smooches. We never pretended this blog was objective, okay? No, but actually -- it’s a great romcom. If you love seeing unrealistically beautiful people kissing in unrealistically beautiful locations, as we assume you all must if you are reading this blog, you will enjoy this film. Go see it! Support non-white and non-Netflix romcoms! Plz. <3

Ranking: 3, out of the 149 movies we’ve seen so far.

#crazy rich asians #constance wu #henry golding #2018

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Mekakucity Talkers: Chapter 32

A dispute outburst happens in the chatroom! The ones who are fighting, unexpectedly... are Shintarou and Ayano!? Ene, who rushed in, suggested that they resolved it with a fair and square face-off, however...!? 

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Ayano: So, it seems this movie is fun.

Shintarou: Oh.

Ayano: Hum, and also, it looks like the tickets for it are cheap if you buy them online.

Shintarou: This kind of thing is common lately.

Ayano: Yup, hum, if you’d like, erm, is it okay if I ask you to buy tickets for two...?

Shintarou: Yeah, it’s fine.

Ayano: R-R-R-REALLY!? Is it really all right!?

Shintarou: What’s that? You’re so exaggerated. Not even I would act like just making an online purchase is a hassle.

Ayano: Yup, yup...! Thank you...! Hum, then, one of the tickets is for me, and about the other ticket... hum, Shintarou, could you pay for it?

Shintarou: Eh? You, does that mean...

Ayano: Sorry for being abrupt, but I wanted to go together no matter what...

Shintarou: Ayano, you...

Ayano: Yep...

Shintarou: You’ll be going with Momo?

Ayano: Eh?

Shintarou: What, so this means I gotta pay for her ticket in her stead, right? I don’t particularly mind it. So you and Momo were interested in these love story movies? And stuff of the sort. That “couples make long lines everyday!” is becoming a topic in the internet too. Well, it seems you’re going to have fun with my little sister, so it’s something to be grateful for.

Ayano: SHINTAROU, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!!!!!!!

Shintarou: Hoan? What’s that out of the blue!?

Ayano: You don’t understand anything about how girls feel!!!

Shintarou: What’s with you so suddenly? I said I’ll reserve the tickets and buy Momo’s fare for her!

Ayano: Sure, but that’s not it!!!!!

Shintarou: Hah? What’s this out of nowhere? Why’re you angry?

Ayano: I’m not!

Shintarou: You are.

Ayano: I’m telling you that I’m not!

Shintarou: No, like I said...

Ene: Oyaoyaoya~? Things appear stormy for some reason. You two should be fair and square.

Ayano: Ah, Takane-san.

Ene: HEY!??!? COULD YOU NOT CALL ME BY THAT NAME!?!??

Ayano: Eh, ah, I’m sorry! Ene-san, what’s the matter?

Shintarou: What’ve you come here to do?

Ene: Eh~, ahem! I thought that the chatroom was noisy, and when I tried taking a peek, I found the two of you having a rare fight!

Shintarou: We’re not fighting. Ayano is acting on her own accord.

Ayano: I wonder about the person saying that. Being unilateral isn’t a good thing, is it?

Ene: There, there, there. By the looks of it, you have opinions that neither would yield. If you’ll go as far as continuing with this unproductive argument, how about you try to settle it with a competition?

Shintarou: “Competition”, you say?

Ayano: Tell us the details.

Ene: Eeh, eeh, that’s fine! I will explain! The “competition” would be... simply put, a quiz showdown!

Shintarou: “Quiz”?

Ene: The rules are simple! I’ll come up with questions and give points to whoever can answer the quickest! The winner will be the one who manages to give most right answers!

Shintarou: Doesn’t it seem interesting? All right. I’ll do it.

Ayano: I also can only put on airs of being calm and composed for now, so I won’t hold back!

Ene: Fuhfuhfu~, both seem to be more than willing! Well, then, let’s get to it! First question~! Di-Ding! What is the name of the inequality applied to variance and covariance in inequalities that evaluate the possible inner product between two vectors in the energy of the inner product space by the norm of each vector, various inner products for vectors of finite and infinite dimensions in linear algebra, function analysis and probability theory?

Shintarou: Cauchy-Schwarz Inequality.

Ene: CORRECT!!!!

Shintarou: All right.

Ayano: Hey~~~, that’s difficult~~~. There’s no chance for me to win~~~.

Ene: Myy~, being able to give an instant answer this fast... As expected of Master~.

Shintarou: That’s ‘cause typing takes time. I worry only about not falling behind.

Ayano: Actually, Ene-san! Isn’t this a quiz!? That a math problem, wasn’t it?! Let’s leave out this kind of thing! ‘Kay?

Shintarou: There’s no guarantee that quizes will always be riddles. To be precise, it’s about “asking something”. In other words, it’s “asking questions about trivia”.

Ayano: We don’t need this now! I’m talking to Takane-san!

Shintarou: Hieh...

Ene: H-Hum~, I’d like you not to call me “Takane-san”~.

Ayano: Enough already! Please on with the next question!

Ene: Y-Ye~s. E~rm, then, let’s get it together and move on to the next question! Di-Ding! In the sword battle anime that was a hit in the year 1980, “Fighting Swordsman! Shout, Genjuurou”, what were the last words said to the protagonist Genjuurou by his life-long rival Izaemon?

Ayano: “My friend, let us meet again.”

Ene: Corre~ct!

Ayano: Yay~!

Shintarou: Kuh, so that field is your specialty...?

Ayano: Huhu~n. Just being good at studying won’t cut it!

Ene: You’ve also given an instant answer, as expected~. This series is quite old, but you knew it very well, huh?

Ayano: This anime is really interesting! The scenes where he fights to protect the heroine are cool! Wouldn’t Shintarou understand a little of how girls feel if he watched it?

Shintarou: Gngh...

Ene: Oyaoyaoya~! The fight has gotten exciting, huuh?! Then, let’s continue with the third question! The next will also be a question from an anime series!

Shintarou: What!?

Ayano: Yay!

Ene: No complaining at the proposed questions~. Well, on to the problem! Di-Ding! What’s the item that the protagonist of the the super popular anime “Mahou Shoujo ☆ Sister Angel”, Ichigo-chan, uses when transforming?

Shintarou: Pretty ☆ Angelic Rod!!! I got this!!! It’s correct, isn’t it?!!!

Ene: Uuwah... it is, but... this is a late-night anime in which only pretty little girls show up, y’know...?

Ayano: Huun. Even though you normally say that you don’t watch anime, Shintarou, you watch this genre. Heeh~.

Shintarou: iaier—No, I just knew—I just knew it by coincidence! It coincidentally came in the question!

Ayano: Hu~n.

Ene: Myy, as expected of Master~! You’ve gained one point, but it seems you’ve lost something important in exchange, huh~?

Shintarou: What!? “Something important”!? What did I end up losing!?

Ene: Yes, yes, there are sacrifices even in quizzes. Because this is a battle!

Ayano: That’s right, Shintarou. Even if you grin like a madman while watching animes where lots of cute girls appear, Shintarou, if you’re okay with that, then isn’t it fine?

Shintarou: What’s up with that specific way of speaking...?

Ayano: Nothing.

Ene: Now, with Master at a one-point lead, we head to the fourth question! The fastest person will be the one to answer this question~. Please focus! Di-Ding! 5783903 : 469745 = ?

Ayano: 12

Ene: By casting away the decimal points... Huh, eeh!? Correct!

Shintarou: Ayano!? That’s not a matter of input speed... It’s almost like you’ve known the answer since earlier!

Ayano: Huh? I pressed the numbers by mistake, though...

Shintarou: A typo?!!!

Ene: No, no, a win is still a win! This is part of the so-called power of luck~!

Ayano: Is that okay!? Thank you very much! With this, the points are even, right?!  

Shintarou: No helping it...

Ene: Both haven’t yielded a single step in this incandescent battle!! Next is the last question~!!

Shintarou: Oh, come at any moment!

Ayano: Let’s do this!

Ene: Then, this one will be impartial, from an information about the latest movie! Last question! Di-Ding! What was the release date of the big-hit romance movie that is currently screening “My and Her Bright Red Eyes”?

Shintarou: Ah? Ain’t this the movie that I got asked for tickets?

Ayano: “Release date”? What day was it again...?

Shintarou: I saw it in the site earlier... If I’m certain... Right! It’s October 20th!

Ene: Pinpon, pinpo~n! Completely correct!

Ayano: Aah... I see... Last Saturday...

Shintarou: This date sort of stayed in my memory.

Ene: It seems this movie has been recording an exceptionally huge hit a week after its release, y’know? It seems it’s not just a romance movie, but also has a mystery and battle aspects. It’s super fun, they say!

Shintarou: Heeh, is it that good a movie...?

Ene: How about you see it in the big screen of a cinema for a change~?

Shintarou: Hn, aah, that’s right. I’ve become used to going outside lately too... Ayano.

Ayano: Hea—Y-Yes!

Shintarou: About the movie that was just mentioned, can I go too?

Ayano: Huwah. SSSSSURE!!! OOOOOOF COURSE!!!!

Shintarou: Why are you getting so high-tension...?

Ene: Oops~! Isn’t it already thi~s late~?! Shall I excuse myself here~? Now you two young ones take it easy...! O~hohoho!

Shintarou: Haah? What’s gotten into her?

Ayano: W-W-What happened, huh~? She was acting weird, wasn’t she~? Ehehe.

Shintarou: You too, what’s been with you since earlier? Actually, about the quiz showdown of a while ago, you took me for a splendid ride, but I ended up winning. Are you not angry anymore?

Ayano: I was never angry~. Ehehehehe. More importantly, I’m looking forward to the movie!

Shintarou: Oh? Oh... I really don’t get very well how girls feel after all...

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