#just . very very bad thoughts and my head kinda going crazy and i guess partially acting on those thoughts

[lovsome]

big venting ahead :-{

[jisungsmochi]

i’ve got this friend - mark lee

i’ve got this friend - mark lee 

based on the (unreleased) song by 5SOS 

neighbour & friend! mark + a very oblivious y/n (female)

word count: 1.7k 

summary: after a rumour stirs that you have a secret admirer, your neighbour and friend, mark lee begins to drop some, not so subtle, clues on who it might be. will his mission be a success?

//

mark hated lee haechan more than anything in the world right now. the little menace decided to spread the rumour that you had a secret admirer. mark was in panic mode, wanting nothing more than to roll up in a ball and cry.

“what the hell, man? what if she finds out?” mark groaned, holding the bridge of his nose, as haechan continued to giggle.

“would that be so bad? you’ve been pining over her since you became neighbours. isn’t it time for you to finally tell her how you feel?”

“what if she’s disappointed?” haechan immediately stopped laughing, furrowing his eyebrows at his glum faced friend.

“but what if she’s over the moon? you always look for the bad in these situations. you’re confessing to her, you have to” mark knew inside that he was partially right. it had been almost two years since he developed a friendship with you. although you weren’t attached to the hip, you were both friendly towards eachother and spent a fair amount of time together. haechan claimed he had a fool proof plan to ‘get the girl’ so let the games begin...

“hey! y/n, wait up” mark caught up with you as you exited your house.

“oh goodmorning mark” you smiled as you walked over to him, continuing to walk alongside him on your way to school.

“i gotta tell you something” he looks away from you, eyes drawn to the ground. you silently urge him to continue,

“i heard that someone likes you”

you immediately stop in your tracks, your face contorting into confusion yet also, excitement.

“really? do you know who it is?” you trailed slowly behind him, he didn’t even notice you had stopped briefly.

“uh yeah, i’ve got this friend, he doesn’t really want me to tell you who he is yet” you felt your heart sink, is this all some sick prank?

“mark, you don’t have to feed into these rumours-“

“no i’m being serious, you have an admirer” he softly smiled, making you feel slightly more at ease. mark had never lied to you before, why would he start now? you decided not to pry him anymore, wanting to keep this to yourself for the time being. of course you were curious as to who it was, but maybe keeping their identity hidden is giving them the courage to contact you eventually. you were hopeful, and so was mark. he wanted nothing more than for you to make your way to him.

“so is there anything else you wanna tell me about said admirer? is he tall? do i know him?” you begin to become impatient as you sat across from mark at your usual lunch table.

“um he’s kinda my size? i guess. you might know him, he does go to our school” you begin to turn around, scanning your eyes over the courtyard.

“don’t look now! he might be looking” mark hurriedly spoke, not thinking about his words.

“oh so he’s close to where we are?” you grew even more curious than before. you were going to get mark lee to crack, it was the only way.

‘oh fuck’ he thought to himself. what is he going to do now?

//

“mark, it’s honestly killing me! you really can’t tell me who he is? is he really that shy? or am i just intimidating?” you frown as you sit on mark’s couch in his basement. he invited you over sometimes whenever he was bored and needed someone to go over some of his song ideas with. mark was in a band with some of his close friends, they didn’t really have a proper name yet, and had barely played infront of people.

“you’re not intimidating at all! you’re one of the kindest people i know” he quickly jumps to your defence. he hesitates for a moment before continuing,

“well he plays the bass guitar, and oh! he thinks you would like him better if he had a car, kinda feels like a loser for not having one” your mind begins to wind, who do you know that can play bass and has no car...

well jeno was the official bassist of their band...and you remember him complaining at one of their practices that he was late because he had to take the bus. but really? did lee jeno have a crush on you? that seemed unrealistic. you barely had any interactions with him, only greeting him nicely whenever you tuned in to their practices. was mark trying to set you guys up or something?

“is it someone from your band?” mark froze, not expecting you to catch on so quickly. (not like he was being so discrete either)

“uh maybe, maybe not. i don’t know” he begins to ramble.

“i’m beginning to think you’re playing some weird prank on me, mark lee. i hope whoever this guy is, comes to me soon. the suspense is killing me!” and with that, mark knew he needed to speed up the plan.

//

“you gotta tell her soon, your stupid clues are probably making her stressed. and why the hell do you wanna make her stressed?!” haechan gave the older boy a hard smack on the back of the head.

“look, we need a new plan, asap”

“no shit, you’re lucky i’m the damage control” haechan huffed, putting on his figurative thinking cap.

“aha! you’re going to write her a song” mark raised an eyebrow at the younger boy as if he was insane, he can’t write a song in a day, not even a week sometimes.

“not an actual song! just a little snippet of a song describing your feelings, since you can’t seem to say it to her straight out. it’s a brilliant idea and you should thank me” mark understood where he was coming from. maybe if he sat you down, with his guitar and sang to you, it wouldn’t be as awkward or pressuring. lee haechan was in fact a genius.

//

“mark? it’s like 1am, what do you need me for?” you groan from your side of the phone call.

“i need to get something off my chest, meet me at the park in 10” part of you wanted to hang up and fall back asleep, but another part of you was curious as to why mark lee needed you so late in the night. you dressed yourself in a warm puffer jacket before making your way to the playground across from your and mark’s houses.

you saw him sitting on one of the swings, his guitar tucked close to him, his fingers strumming to a random tune.

“this better be good” you sigh, taking a seat on the swing next to him.

“the reason i asked you to come out here is because i haven’t been completely honest with you. i don’t want you to say anything until the song is done, it would really save me the embarrassment” he warned, making you slightly nervous. he took a deep breath, eyes focused on the strings of the guitar, before he began to play.

[ *cue ‘i’ve got this friend’ by 5sos hehe]

“I've got this friend who's crazy about you

I've got this friend who can't be without you

I've got this friend and I wish I could see

See what you'd say if I told you it was me

I want to tell you to see what you'd say

Before I jump in and I ask for that date

I've been that friend

I've been that friend and I wish I could see

How this would end if you knew it was me?”

your heart melted at each lyric. mark lee had been that ‘friend’ all along. the mark that always waited for you to walk to school together. the mark that always brought you home bubble tea when you were feeling down. the mark that always invited you over just because he enjoyed the company. it was him. it was always him.

you felt tears begin to fill your eyes, causing mark to place his guitar down and stand across from you, holding your shoulders gently.

“d-did i say something wrong? did i mess things up? i’m so sorry, y/n. i should have come clean so-“

“no mark, i’m not mad or sad! i’m just really overwhelmed. here i was thinking that this was all some silly joke when the whole time, you were my admirer” you slightly sniffled at the last part, making mark’s heart swoon. he wiped a tear that fell from your eye, as you leant into his warm palm.

“i don’t need you to say you like me back or anything, i just couldn’t go on with life without you knowing”

“i understand. and trust me, i’ve always seen you as my cute next door neighbour. and honestly, i’d be lying if i said that i haven’t thought about dating you” you felt heat rise to your cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice due to the cold.

“but all those clues! it must have been so entertaining to watch me struggle with piecing it all together! everything makes sense now, except for the bass guitar one. i thought you were just the lead guitarist?” you furrowed your eyebrows as mark began to chuckle.

“i kinda slipped up there, i can play both guitar and bass. i was actually the initial bassist of the band until we found jeno” mark explained, making you feel even more stupid.

“gosh, there i was thinking that jeno was my admirer” you saw mark begin to frown, causing you to stand and face him.

“but don’t worry about him, all my attention and focus will be on you now!” you smiled with glee, watching as mark copied your expression. he leaned down close to you, placing a small peck to your cheek, his breath slowly fanning your cheeks.

“so what do you say? go on a date with me?”

“of course, tell your little ‘friend’ he finally got the girl” you pulled him into a warm embrace, feeling him melt in your arms.

it was safe to say that you and mark didn’t remain friends for much longer.

[impressivefailure]

Alright it's 5:30 in the morning so I'm gonna make one more post of my thoughts about the teaser then go to bed... and fail to fall asleep because I will still be thinking about it.

So the opening shot of Ruby in the fog room, we see her shake her head slightly suggesting she's talking, also she's seemingly by herself, so either the team doesn't reunite until a ways into the volume or Ruby is separated from the others. Might be some sort of personal trial thing? I've heard in another post that apparently the island reacts to their emotions so maybe this is just what happens when Ruby finally breaks down? it summons this... ominous fog.

The next scene is from the last teaser, and unless we are getting scenes of what's going on back in remnant it will likely be the opening scene of the volume. Not much to say here.

Then the crazy m.c. escher-esque bell tower and butterfly. The view outside the tower windows make it seem like the structure is horizontal, but differentsides don't match up, and the butterfly's movement says vertical. So clearly some trippy shit going on here. Can't quite make out what the pattern is inside the grid at the end of the structure is, but it kinda looks like a raised dias with a set of stairs leading up to it.

The next scene has Ruby holding one of penny's summoned swords. So if they made it down here then its possible her body did too, which... is unpleasant to think about given the general fuckery of this place. Crwby don't do us dirty with some kind of zombie penny please.

Then Ruby looking shocked in the forest with the mouse, I'm guessing this is fairly early on and she's just seen something that's made the otherworldliness of this place land for her.

Followed by a shot of the team on a cliffside overlooking some absoultely bonkers terrain. This could actually be a shot directly following from the last one and this view is what has Ruby shocked. We have the world tree, a hexagon of big glowing mushrooms, some smoking geyser/volcano rock formations, a floating island, some icy peaks and weird columns off in the distance, and oh yeah, fucking candyland apparently. If the terrain responds to their presence then Neo is definitely somewhere in the candy zone. We've also got a red area that reminds me of forever fall and a purpke area that kinda looks like a town covered in shadecloths that are partially hidden by the cliff and trees. So... a lot of ground to cover.

Then we've got a knight with armour seemingly reminiscent of Jaune's standing in flames. Is it jaune? Maybe, he doesn't appear anywhere else in the trailer. Definitely framed like a bad guy though. So either it's someone else or we're getting evil/corrupted jaune this volume.

Then this weird horned masked guy standing in what looks like a tree structure with glowing mushrooms around, some kind of village maybe? Also the figure has some kind of armour, shell, or exoskeleton over sinewy tissue. Not much to work with, but the stance, twitchy movement and the horns do remind me of the god of darkness a bit.

Neo looking feral in the rain and using her semblance on herself, though the scene cuts off before you can tell what illusion she's making. The terrain looks purple and rocky I don't think we've seen that so far in the trailer, so she might be in a very different area.

Someone with a bandage around one leg walking from the beach following another (likely Ruby's) set of footprints. A lot of people are saying Alyx and I'm inclined to agree mostly because they looked quite human, unlike a lot of the stuff we've seen so far, and I don't have any other good guesses except neo in disguise, abd why would she bother disguising herself if no one's there.

Then we get a montage of things asking what.The mouse talks, there's soneone with a crown, a chesire cat creature that said fuck you I'm gonna have my own artstyle, something with three eyes lurking in a pile of leaves, a lady in some kind of metal exosuit, and Ruby standing over someone (or something? We hear a what here too, but she closes a lid, so maybe whoecer spoke did so from a different place than Ruby's eyeline. That or she's locking someone in a trunk, which... normally I would say she wouldn't do, but hey she's under a lot of stress, who knows) off screen with death in her eyes. Too brief to be able to tell much about each of these. Though the exo-suit lady looks to have something to do with jaune/the knight from earlier just because they appear to be in the same place surrounded by fire. If not the person on the beach then this would be my next guess for Alyx, and it turns out she's maybe not gonna be as helpful as we hoped. No Idea why Ruby's so pissed off, but I guess that depends on who/what she's standing over.

Then we get shots of each of team Rwby and the trailer ends.

All in all, I have very few answers here. Team Rwby definitely seems to cover a lot of varied terrains, but whether they're doing so with intent or just searching remains to be seen. Jaune might be having a horrible time this volume as some kind of corrupted enemy, or that could be something completely different and they just decided not to show him in the teaser.

I have no idea, but writing all this down instead of having it rattling around my brain will hopefully help me sleep better.

[since-it-must-be-so]

Choujin X: Chapter 1

So I'm really excited to read more of Sui Ishida's newest manga, and I'm arriving just in time for the front seats! I don't want to let this pass without writing down my thoughts on the first chapter and possibly look at it in the future as the story progresses. You can read it here:

Having said that, please note there will be spoilers ahead!

Tomato Girl

The chapter starts with this cute little girl with that native(?) farmer-like hat, who supposedly grows big fruits (it's huge in Japan, look it up!). I think she will also be a main character since she's the first person we see. From this point I'll call her Tomato Girl. She is obviously from a rural area and is a farmer. We see her motivation is money (and that big dog... which, I think we will see in the future lol). She also wants to marry a "handsome goldilocks hubbie", lol. Wonder if this means she's going to be a love interest of the other cast? She also wants to have 9 kids. Naki and Miza, is that you?! Lol. So here, we have a girl with lofty aspirations! We shall see if any of this will happen or if it will change or if she's lying!

Also an observation - Tomato Girl is also close with her granddad, since she said she's going to the contest in lieu of her granddad (whose back was hurt). She obviously has this strong personality, standing up to the creepy bad guy, who was going to hit the old lady.

Bad Guy

The Bad Guy (since this guy doesn't have a name yet) is obviously a terrorist-for-hire. Also seems to be obsessed with beauty and elegance. I would guess his power lies in blowing things up?

I think, though, that Tomato Girl is a choujin herself, considering she didn't immediately get blown away. Plus, Bad Guy was on fire, and so was she. So, it doesn't necessarily mean Tomato Girl is already dead. She also seems to be reaching out to the Bad Guy as that scene ends.

It's later revealed that despite the plane crash, there were 200 survivors. Hmmmmmmm. Maybe they were turned into choujins?Only the hull was burned but the frame wasn't.

Tokio Kurohara and Azuma Higashi

Yes, the MC! He's notices the plane catching fire. Then, for some reason, Tokio's teacher (Ms. Bazonkas) has a weird voluptuous design. BUT, I think there's something afoot there. She might actually also be a choujin. Possibly a mentor role for Tokio? She seems to be very knowledgeable.

Anyway, going back to Tokio. He's introduced as a sixteen-year-old high school sophomore from Tsuru High. Like any high school kid, he finds studying math to be useless. We're also shown that lives in a district which has destroyed buildings. Possibly dystopian future?

We next find a girl getting harassed by a Mohawk guy and his 2 honchos. Tokio calls for someone, turns out to be Azuma. I just thought it's funny how he called for Azuma, he sounds like a police officer. Haha. But right after, Azuma is introduced, flying from a building.. a very dramatic, heroic entrance. He kinda looks like a hybrid of Haise and Armin from AOT for me. Haha. He's so cute and tiny but he's strong and is apparently the town hero. He breaks the arm of the thug, which Tokio thinks is going too far.

The girl seems to be a pretty girl, and I think she will play a role later on. She's a lot older than them, since she said she's going to an interview. She will possibly a love interest or a villain, but I think more of the latter. I just read CSM so I'm wary of pretty girls lol. Anyway, I think there's something there to link her with Azuma, considering, Azuma introduces both Azuma and Tokio but she only seems to thank or acknowledge Azuma. Tokio even says "don't mention it" even if the girl didn't even thank him, lol.

Azuma and Tokio talk about the plane crash, and it's revealed that choujins seem to abuse their power, and that the attack is kinda normal. We look at their hometown which is really wrecked. Buildings are dilapitated in an abnormal manner -- one building looks like it was done in with a circular force... They live in Yamato Prefecture which is described as an ordinary, self-governed prefecture with some areas partially destroyed. Wonder what self-governed means, but my guess is that it's kinda like a state and the national government is different altogether.

Roly-Poly

Well I never really thought of pill bugs or rolly pollies until I read this. Azuma talks about how roly polies roll around in dry areas and when they find a damp rock, they hide under it. He questions if the roly polies like damp places. And Azuma wonders if choujins are anything like roly-polies. Tokio is confused, so am I. I'm not going to make solid convictions what he means by it, but I think... what Azuma is driving at is that, roly polies and choujins DON'T like damp places. I don't know, I have no reason for this, it's just a guess. We'll see what Azuma means eventually. Haha.

It also appears that choujins are generally bad guys, since Azuma wonders why they don't use their power for good. Maybe something about being a choujin corrupts? Just a guess based on the succeeding events.

They end their conversation with Azuma thinking if he can help with the plane crash. Tokio comments, "seems noble of you" and Azuma says, "it's just a habit". Wonder if Tokio finds Azuma pretentious or if he's genuinely impressed. Azuma's answer is also quite concerning, "just a habit", a question arises if he's sincere in helping in the first place.

The Mohawk Guy

So this guy is supposed to be a funny, evil villain, now bent on exacting revenge from Azuma. Then, a guy (possibly gay guy because he is wearing a lipstick?) with a briefcase offers him an injection.

Tokio's Family

So Tokio has a bigger sister and a dad who seems to be very quiet. Not sure if that's their dad though, it wasn't clear. It's possible they don't have parents anymore and that guy is just an associate. Anyway, it appears that the sister pays Tokio's tuition and she's the breadwinner.

Tokio and his sister talk about Azuma. Azuma is apparently very smart, very athletic (proficient in judo and karate), girls love him, and that his dad is a big shot in the police. The sister questions why Tokio is so proud, and Tokio funnily admits that it's because he feels popular because Azuma is popular. A leech!

Vulture

I just finished re-reading Tokyo Ghoul and :re, and I was blown away by Ishida's art and story. To say I love Kaneki is an understatement. I think I'm going to love Tokio too! I also want to discuss the cover.

So it appears that the cover is the Tokio with an image of a vulture. Tokio is naked and it feels like the vulture is seducing him. From here, I get the vibe that Tokio might be corrupted by the power. "It's something of an affliction" is a dead giveaway. It feels like becoming a choujin or superhuman also corrupts, in a way?

Also since, there seems to be a commentary on the negative view on vultures being scavengers or "steals prey". (Though TBH I always thought vultures wait around for the predator to finish eating and then it eats the scraps??)

On the other hand, Azuma, Tokio's best friend who's mighty strong and brave (almost to a fault), is viewed as a lion by his peers. Also, an uncanny observation is the when Tokio cries about while sitting on the floor, above him is a hyena. Hyenas are known to prey on the carcasses of lions' prey.

It's almost uncanny when Tokio himself says, "I can be a lion too". But Azuma makes Tokio feel better by telling him that buzzards can fly higher than any bird -- telling Tokio to focus on the strength

But even if Tokio admires Azuma, Tokio thinks of telling Azuma when he's going too far. I think this comes from a place of concern. But maybe secretly he's also jealous?

Tokio also even tells Azuma that maybe they should hold hands so Tokio can be more like Azuma, implying that Tokio wants to be like Azuma.

Praying Mantis

Just before Flexi Choujin attacks, Tokio mentions that he bought an insect guidebook and was about to say a factoid about praying mantis near water. I wonder what Tokio was about to say? A search on the internet about praying mantis and water shows this disgusting video of a parasite exiting the praying mantis leaving the mantis to die. Ew. Let's see if this is the factoid Tokio was thinking of. If so, who's the mantis and who's the parasite? Is it Azuma and Tokio, respectively? Hmm. Also, love the insect symbolism. Throwback to Kaneki's centipede!

Flexi Choujin Attack (Johnny Kiyoshi Takeyama)

Mohawk Guy, now a choujin, is a flexi monster who's now more resistant to hits. He attacks Azuma indiscriminately with his new powers. He also kinda goes crazy... His subordinates fear his super violent side, begging him to go back to his "kinda naughty mama boy self", but he ends up snapping their heads off.

For some reason 2 injections fly up into the air?! Maybe someone tossed it. Because as Tokio brought Azuma to the water and brought him back out, he sees the 2 injections. Azuma wants to use it on himself.

Tokio hesitates to have Azuma use it but Azuma insists. Tokio remembers how Azuma saved him from bullies as a kid, and they agreed that Tokio will help Azuma beat the bad guys... Tokio gets the other injection and points to himself. Azuma says Tokio can't but Tokio insists because he feels that it's the only way to stay friends with Azuma. They also promise each other that they will have no regrets over this. This is kinda alarming for me!! Let's see what it will mean in the future.

But instead of both of them transforming into a powerful choujin, only Tokio transforms into one. He looks like a vulture, very beast-like. Looks even like Kaneki's Centipede! I think the other injection might have resulted in a bad/weak power, or maybe it's empty, or maybe Tokio didn't inject Azuma? But I doubt the last one. Anyway, Tokio's choujin look is amazing!

Can't help but feel this scene is related to the praying mantis thing... Maybe my hunch is correct? The parasite exits the mantis when near water, which is why Tokio manages to muster up some courage on his own?

We'll see!! I'm really excited to see this develop. It will be the first manga I will be able to see from the start to finish!

[hold-me-sickfics]

Alright y’all, I’m proud to introduce you to some of my new OCs! There are more coming, but these are the first😊💖💜 I want to thank @thatoneemokpop-02 and @bt20-whump for proofreading and inspiration. You two are awesome 💜💖💙 so... here goes 😊

TW: food, strip club mention, alcohol, emeto, tiny heartbreak, lots of fluffy cuteness (I think that’s all but if you see any I missed please let me know and I will fix them!)

“Parker, what is the point of coming to the library if you are not going to study?” Cody only looked up from his laptop for a moment before refocusing on his screen.

“I’m trying to help my poor, clueless friend find a date to the smart people formal.” Parker was spinning his fidget spinner at speeds unheard of by mankind.

Cody rolled his eyes, stealing just one more glance to his left.

Parker noticed.

“Dude, why will you not just go talk to her?” Parker could definitely have been heard from across the room.

“Talk to who? I wasn’t looking at anyone.” Cody blushed, his cheeks involuntarily rising in a smile to meet the rims of his glasses.

“Sure. So you were totally not just checking Brooklyn out. Of course not, so you won’t mind if I just go on over there and-”

“Wait! Wait.”

Parker smirked.

“Maybe I was. It’s not important.”

“Are you kidding? Look when you meet the chick that makes you… well… I won’t say it for your sake but if Maverick was here I would. Anyways, that means you gotta shoot your shot. It’s like basketball.”

“Parker I hate sports. We’ve been over this.”

“All because one frisbee hit your glasses yeah yeah…” Parker looked over at Brooklyn. She looked like Cody’s type. He had to get Cody to at least attempt it.

“What if you ask for her snap?”

“I’m not doing that.” Cody shut his laptop. “And another thing. It looks sleazy to just walk up to a girl and ask for her snap okay? You really should try a new method.”

Parker had his idea.

“Oh… you know what? You’re right. What should I do instead?”

“I don’t know, maybe… talk to her? Like at least get on some sort of “friend” level before you ask. It just looks better.”

“Uh huh…” Parker was getting ready to help Cody in a slightly less than orthodox way. “So to talk to her, you’d need a reason right?”

Cody looked over at her, hoping she wouldn’t catch him.

“Yeah… some sort of reason I guess.”

“Okay, don’t kill me.”

Parker got up, and started to walk over to Brooklyn’s table. She was there alone, seemingly very involved in her studies.

“Pardon me ma’am. My name’s Parker, and I was wondering if you like pineapple on pizza?”

Brooklyn blushed.

“I don’t exactly think it’s my thing… although pepperoni is pretty good.” She smiled.

“Awesome. So now that I’ve been established as the crazy person you have in common, Cody?” Parker called back to his previous seat. Cody had his face hidden in a book. He peeked out, throwing the book aside and doing his best to act “chill” as Parker had called it.

“Hi Brooklyn, I apologize for this… i don’t really know what to call him actually. I’m Cody. The-” he partially glared at Parker “more sane one.”

“It’s nice to meet you Cody, and Parker.” She bit her lip, and Cody felt his entire body go stiff. Parker could tell he had to save the day once again.

“So, you’re a hot girl. Have a date to the smart people dinner thing yet?”

“You mean the Academic Formal?”

“Yeah, love the bigger words. They really suit ya.”

“Let me just- one second.” Cody practically pulled Parker over to the side.

“You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m good at it, thank you.” Parker winked, and then went back to Brooklyn.

��Here’s the thing, my main man Cody here doesn’t have a date yet, and I thought you two would make a really cute couple so here’s his snap.”

Cody felt dizzy. Had Parker really just done that? This was the last time he was ever disclosing feelings to him. Actually, come to think of it, this is not the first time he’s said that.

Parker laid on his classic *Dean Winchester* smile, and then came back over to Cody.

“I’m literally planning your demise as we speak.”

------ time skip to 5:00 pm, in Parker’s dorm room------

“Ah I did good today. I found love for the little guy. I’m proud of myself and that means-”

“Do not touch the ice cream Parker I swear I will hurt you.”

Parker jumped.

“Maverick you aren’t supposed to be home yet!”

“And you aren’t supposed to touch my ice cream. So, even.” Maverick took the container away from Parker.

“Now, you wanna explain to me why Cody is trying to recruit me to kill you?”

“Not really.”

“Should I have him explain it?”

“Probably not… how about you just eat your ice cream hm? That would end well for all of us.”

Maverick rolled his eyes. He knew Parker must have really done something bad this time.

*buzz* *buzz*

Parker’s phone went off.

5:23 pm Cody: “ Why did you have to butt in?”

5:24 pm Parker: “ Because you couldn’t do it yourself.”

5:26 pm Cody: “Yeah and if you hadn’t done it, I could still be admiring her from afar and just getting silently and unrightfully irritated when she found another date.”

5:34 pm Parker: “Andddddd where’s the fun in that?”

5:37 pm Cody: “THE FACT THAT IT IS SAFE YOU NIMROD!”

5:43 pm Parker: “It’s still funny that you won’t cuss.”

5:45 pm Cody: “She just snapped me! What do I do? Parker I am scared.” “Parker?” “Parker!”

6:00 pm Parker: “Sorry, Maverick let me have ice cream and I forgot to text back.”

6:02 pm Cody: “ *facepalm* you are no help.”

6:15 pm Parker: “Well, what did it say?”

6:17 pm Cody: “I’m scared to look.”

6:18 pm Parker: “Dude, I’ll tell you what it says. Ready?” “ Hi”

6:20 pm Cody: “SHE WROTE BACK “HI” WHAT DO I SAY???????”

6:21 pm Parker: “You’re sure they invited you to the smart people thing right? Like it wasn’t a mix up?”

6:22 pm Cody: “Parker yes they invited me. I’m so dang smart that I have no idea how to… “my people skills are rusty.””

6:24 pm Parker: “Dude if you don’t stop with the references I am going to send you to a psych ward.”

6:25 pm Cody: “Noted. Okay, I am going to respond.”

6:30 pm Parker: “Good now text me when you have an actual conversation rolling aight?”

Parker put his phone in his pocket and went back to his ice cream cone. At 7:00, he got another text.

7:00 pm Cody: “She… um… she told me she’s going with someone else.”

Now Parker felt bad. The poor kid got rejected, and unlike himself, who bounces back and just moves on, he knew Cody had a tendency to get attached. Ah well, no use crying over spilled milk.

7:01 pm Parker: “Who?”

7:03 pm Cody: “It doesn’t matter. I’m glad she found someone she wants to go with. Well, I’m gonna go on to sleep so I can study some more tomorrow. Night Park.”

7:04 pm Parker: “Sorry dude. Night Cody.”

Now he felt really really bad. He thought for a bit, and then, an idea hit him.

7:23 pm Parker: “I am on my way. Do not do anything stupid like buying more books. You cannot keep any more in your room. There is officially no more space.”

Parker was going to do the one thing he knew cured heartbreak. They were both 21…

When Parker got there, he found Cody halfway through a bag of popcorn watching a romcom.

“Dude… I get that you’re sad but this is just straight tragic.”

Cody sniffled, holding the blanket up to his nose.

“Shush this is all I have now.”

“Nope, not gonna happen. Come on.” Parker picked Cody up and placed him on his feet.

“Why can you not let me cry in peace?”

“Because it’s not how I roll. Now, we’re getting you dressed, and then we’re going to a strip club.”

“But.. but I don’t-”

“Trust me, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Parker had considered inviting Maverick, but he was kinda the rule-stickler type. His grandparents had raised him to be pretty straight-laced.

---- time skip to driving to the club-----

“I really think this is a bad idea.” Cody looked down at his navy button-up and his black pants and dress shoes.

“You’ll be fine. Look, I’ve done this hundreds of times.”

“Hundreds??”

“Eh, okay maybe tens, but same thing.”

They pulled into the parking lot, and the one thing that went through Cody’s mind is that this was not going to end well.

----- time skip to 3:28 am-----

“Wowwww she was-s right in ma face! Did you see?”

“Yes I saw.” Cody pulled his friend up from the floor of the club.

“Ohh no! Iss time to go ba-back now?”

“It is. Maverick is probably worried about you.”

“Pshhhhhhhh nahhhhh… m’ fin”

“You’re fine?”

“Yeash I’m fineeeeee”

“And here I was thinking I was a lightweight. Alright, out we go.”

“BYE BRITTNEEEEEEEEEE!” Parker’s head lolled to the side as he let Cody handle most of his body weight.

They stumbled to the car, somehow making it in a decent amount of time. Cody opened the passenger side door, and helped Parker slide in.

“Thank you *burp* you’re my bestesetest of frans. I luv you mann.”

Even Cody had to laugh.

“I love you too. Now, in the car. We’re putting your seatbelt on.”

“NO! NO I WON’T BE TAKEN AGAIN! I CAN’T GO BACK *hiccup*”

“Tell it to the judge bub.”

Parker heard the seatbelt click into place and immediately started bawling.

“I *hiccup* am s-so sorry-yee. I did not mean to *hiccup* tell the *hiccup* panda to go *hiccup* f-”

“Okay that’s enough bud. Sleep. We’re headed home.”

“I c-can’t f-feel my eyeballs *hiccup*”

“You aren’t supposed to feel them. They’re just there.”

“BUT HOW DO I KNOW THEY ARE NOT STOLEN????”

Cody took a deep breath and looked down at the clock in the dashboard. They’d be home in ten minutes, maybe less if Parker didn’t stop blubbering. He’d already called Maverick, who had assured Cody he would take care of their drunk friend, but Cody had decided maybe it would be nice to take care of Parker instead of being on his own tonight. Despite everything that happened that night, he still wanted some company.

“Oh jolly good young fellow wherefore art the d- oh! Look at the grass! It’s so green!”

“It’s brown bub. It’s winter.” Cody smiled, pulling into the parking place that he’d been assigned.

Cody smiled, pulling into the parking place that he’d been assigned.

“Welp… I’m bout to turn it *hiccup* green…”

Cody looked over to see Parker’s cheeks puffed out and his chest rolling forward in a heave.

“Hang on! Hang on-” He jumped out of the car and opened the door on Parker’s side. It was just in time. Pure alcohol mixed with some sort of greenish jello shot coated the ground. It splattered onto Cody’s pants, but he didn’t care.

“There ya go. You’re doing great.” He awkwardly rubbed Parker’s back as the boy gagged again, turning to face the grass below once more.

“M’ overdid *gag* it…” Parker started to cry from the exertion.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about that now. Cody’s gotcha.”

Another bout of liquid spattered on the ground, some of it dripping down Parker’s chin. Cody had some napkins put away in the glove compartment, so he reached in and grabbed a couple.

“I *hiccup* unhghh…”

“You done Park?”

“Yeah…”

As if his body were trying to prove that it would not be controlled, he heaved up another round of clear, bubbly liquid.

“M’ done now.”

“Okay, up we go.” Cody wiped Parker’s mouth before slowly helping him up. His friend looked so pitiful, his hair so tousled and sweaty, his skin so pale… he hated to see him feeling so bad, but he had done it to himself.

“Alright, now… we’re going upstairs to my dorm room. If you need to puke, here’s a bag. Tell me to stop walking if we need to.”

Cody knew that was too much information, but it was worth a shot.

By some miracle, they made it to Cody’s room. Cody scanned his entry card, and then helped Parker onto the bed.

He sat next to him, rubbing his arm. Parker was curled up in a tiny half-asleep ball.

*buzz-buzz*

4:35 am Maverick: “Hey, you guys okay? How much did he drink?”

4:37 am Cody: “More than he should have… hey listen um… I was wondering… do you happen to know who’s going to the dinner with Brooklyn? She told me she was going with someone but didn’t say who.”

4:46 am Maverick: “You’re gonna flip out if I tell you.”

As much as that text intrigued him, Parker had partially woken up and had just puked all over himself and the bed.

Cody put his phone on the bedside table and then held Parker up so he wouldn’t choke if he puked again. Which, he did.

“Hnnngh… I feel like s***.”

“I know. You look like crap too.”

“Hhuuurrrrrrrkkk!” A thick, sludgy liquid came up.. It was sort of white and yellow… oh wait. Yeah, Cody would never look at french fries the same after tonight.

“That’s it. Get it up. I’ll fix the bed later.” Cody knew he couldn’t move him yet, so it was just best to get everything out.

After a few more empty, dry retches, Parker was finally done for the moment. Cody made the decision to take him to the bathroom and let him sit next to the toilet while he got some of his extra clothes to put on him.

He heard loud retching, almost obnoxious, from the bathroom. He just took a breath and went on looking for the clothes, knowing that more than likely Parker wouldn’t be done for a while, and probably didn’t register that he was there anyways.

“C-Cody?” A weak whimper filled the silence. Cody was shocked, but immediately grabbed a pair of boxers (which admittedly he felt weird about), pajama pants and a t-shirt, and then went to the bathroom.

He found Cody in a puddle of puke, tears streaming down his face.

“Don feel *hiccup* good…”

Cody felt his heart break.

“It’s okay. I know you don’t feel good. I promise it’ll be over soon.” He had to lie. The poor thing in this confused, overly dazed state couldn’t take the truth that he’d more than likely be puking for the next two days after how much he drank.

Cody got down next to Parker, putting a hand on Parker’s back. His shirt was damp with sweat and vomit. Cody rubbed up and down on his side, watching as Parker curled himself around the toilet.

“You’re gonna be okay Park.”

“S-sorry…” For a moment, Parker almost sounded sober…

“It’s alright, I can clean it up. You’re good.”

“No… the *hiccup* chick…”

Cody had been trying to forget about that.

“It’s not a big deal, really.”

“If I didn’t feel *hiccup* like I was gonna *hiccup* throw my guts up *hiccup* I’d have tried harder…” Parker turned his head back toward the water and puked up a thick stream of alcohol and whatever other fried foods he’d gotten into.

Cody felt bad. He knew Parker had tried, but he felt worse that Parker was sitting here puking and still thinking about that. He was sick. He didn’t need to be worried about that.

“Let’s um… talk about it when you’re sober hm?” Cody smiled sheepishly.

Parker nodded, his mouth opening slightly before gagging again.

“I’m gonna go get the bed ready. Can you stay here for a bit?”

“Mhmmm…” Parker spit a stringy line of saliva into the toilet.

Cody went out, and took the bedspread and pillowcases off. He tried to get as much of the puke off as he could, but hopefully the washing machine could do most of the work. He didn’t have another comforter, so he had to find his best throw blanket and go with that.

He finished making the bed, and then went back to the bathroom.

“Park?”

The boy was asleep on the toilet seat. Cody could feel his heartstrings being pulled one by one. He wet a washcloth and then sat down next to Parker, leaning him back slowly onto his shoulder. Cody then softly wiped his face, noting how sick he looked. Usually Parker was all crazy plans and bold ideas and loud things. It was far different to see him this way. So quiet, weak, and… helpless really.

He continued to clean Parker up, and then got him into fresh clothes. Then he helped him to the bed, and laid him down. This time, he’d put a bucket next to him. Not that it would really make much difference since Parker was probably too drunk to notice it. He pulled the blanket up to Parker’s shoulders, and then went back to the bathroom, cleaning up the rest of the mess.

When he finished, he went back to the couch and fell asleep. He knew he’d need the rest for Parker’s hangover the next morning. Thank goodness today was a Friday so they wouldn’t have school tomorrow.

(Part 2 coming soon!)

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What Will It Cost?

Prompt: “pls do an angsty 2 and 3 with Bucky pls pls” ~ Anon

Summary: You really love that Bucky is protective over you and wants you safe on missions, but it begins to drive you crazy when it almost causes you both to lose a mission. And your relationship...

2. Whoa, what is with the attitude change?

3. Why does she keep avoiding me? It’s not like I did anything wrong.

(PROMPT LIST) ~ REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Warnings: Language, pretty angsty between reader and Bucky, Bucky kinda being an asshole (SORRY!)...but FLOOFY ending. 

One more blow to the side and you swear you were gonna pass out. Blood spread across your cheek, from your nose to your mouth, and began to harden since you had spent a much longer time trying to fight off these agents. Your arms were starting to give in, as you were sick of punching. The guns were out, you lost your knife, and your team aka your boyfriend was no where to be seen. Looks like you were handling this on your own.

You enjoyed yet feared doing these kind of missions partially by yourself because it gave you a chance to prove yourself to the rest of the guys, and to your boyfriend. He was the fucking Winter Soldier and it took a lot to impress him. BUT he’d always step in front when he thought you couldn’t handle yourself, and you were growing tired of him trying to save your ass. This was your time now to show him otherwise. 

Throwing down a couple of more agents, you saw that you almost had the area cleared except for this one guy that would not surrender. Running to him, you raised your leg to throw a hard kick, but instead he grabbed your calf and threw you against a concrete pillar. The sting of a cut and a bruised spine seared through your body and you hissed in pain. Your vision was going blurry yet you could see a black blob running in your direction. “Doll! Jesus christ!” A few grunts and screams could be heard, and Bucky was quick to your side. He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face and went to lift you up. “What the hell happened, y/n?” You refused to let him help you up and pushed him aside. “I’m fine, James. I have everything under control. Where’s the hard drive?” 

Nervousness filled his face as he attempted to help you up again. “I have to go get it but I saw you lying here and I had to save you.” Raging with anger, you punched him aside and screamed. “What do you mean you have to go get it?! You’re gonna cost us the fucking mission! I don’t need your fucking saving all the time. I’m a grown ass woman that can handle myself.” Stepping back in shock, Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Whoa, what is with the attitude change? You have always appreciated me having your back.”

Walking away from him, you spoke over your shoulder. “There’s a difference between having my back and treating me Steve who you always had to save, like I’m some lost puppy. Your feelings are gonna get us killed, Barnes. Man up.” And with that you jogged off to go find the hard drive, that was in the jacket of a dead agent. Part of you felt extremely bad for talking to your boyfriend like that, but it was definitely built up feelings that needed to be shared. It was going to be quite the ride home...

When you and Bucky arrived at the compound, neither one of you spoke to each as you painfully walked to your shared room. You were in serious pain from the amount of cuts and bruises you earned with this mission. Seeing you in this much pain killed Bucky, but he knew by now to not mess with “the bull”. You landed on the bed harshly and began to undo your clothing. Wincing as you tried to pull off your bodysuit, you noticed Bucky walking over. “Here, let me help you babe.” His calloused hands stretched out towards you, but you pushed them away. “Don’t touch me, Bucky. I’m not in the mood.” You spat each word at him and his heart broke. Finally being in just your underwear, you saw the huge incision in the side of your rib.

Bucky stared at you with puppy eyes, and badly wanted to help you. “Doll, let me help you patch that up. It’s the least I can do.” You brushed past him to the bathroom and turned around sharply. “Let me tell you something plain and simple...I don’t need your help. I don’t need you to save me. And quite frankly I don’t need your pity. You nearly cost us a seriously important mission because you couldn’t keep your fuckin feelings to yourself and saw me as a poor little lamb. I apprec--” Bucky held up his hand and his body tensed up. “Oh, I’m sorry for being a great boyfriend. And maybe I wouldn’t have to save your sorry ass if you weren’t such an ignorant and egotistical fighter. It’s very apparent that you are not trained enough nor have the skills to handle highly trained and well equipped agents. But you’re right, not my job to keep you safe.”

Tears burned your eyes as you fought so hard to keep them from falling. “My bad. I forgot you were the perfect soldier. Always the heroic guy to swoop in and save the day, just like the good ol days. Well wake up, James. This isn’t 1942 and you’re not a perfect soldier anymore. And I’m a damn good agent. I have busted my ass day in and day out, training and pushing myself. Unlike you, my skills are real and not something that came out of a fucking bottle. I’ll handle myself from now on.” Bucky began tearing up too as he walked towards the door. “Well then I guess you don’t need me anymore.” With a slam of your bedroom door, Bucky stormed down the hallway wondering what the hell just happened to your relationship. 

You and Bucky were always the best team/duo, whether it was in combat, in the bed, or just being a couple. He loved you more than anything in the world, and never thought that he could love someone considering his broken past. But you were his partner, his girl, his everything....and he couldn’t afford to lose you. That’s why he was so overprotective of you. But this time he knew he fucked up really bad and didn’t know if you’d ever speak to him again.

A couple of days passed by and Bucky never returned to your room. The lonely nights with no warm body pressed against you was driving you insane, though you were still upset. You knew in your heart he was doing this to protect you, but how would you learn if he kept getting in the way? You couldn’t afford to lose him, but you also couldn’t afford to lose your rep of a bad ass agent. One was way more important than the other, and you knew you’d have to make some sort of decision to balance them both.

Trudging down to the kitchen, in the same clothes that you’ve worn for the past 5 days, you hear some muttering in the direction you were walking. “Why does she keep avoiding me? It’s not like I did anything wrong. I love her, Steve. And I can’t afford to lose her on any mission. Believe me, I know she can handle herself but seeing her in a near death state made me wanna screw the world and do anything to save her.” Hearing Bucky speak like this made your heart flutter and you began to feel bad for the way you had barked at him. The next mission would be interesting, whenever that was. Part of you hoped that you both could go back to the old days where you treated each other as partners and that’s it. But he meant well and had every right to protect you, as you would him. 

Walking into the room, the boys stopped talking and stared at your slightly disheveled appearance. Your eyes first hit Bucky’s and your body sunk. HIs eyes looked puffy, he didn’t shave, his hair wasn’t combed, and he looked like utter hell. Steve excused himself and the both of you sat there staring at one another. Bucky grew tense yet cautious at the same time because this was the first interaction you’ve had in a little while. Even you didn’t know what to make of it, but your heart had a different idea. You slowly walked over to him and paused inches away from his solid body.  

Staring up into his gorgeous steel blue eyes, you couldn’t help but pull his broad body into a tight hug. He sank into your arms and squeezed you back. He missed this. YOU missed this. Sitting in the warm embrace for a few moments, you murmured quietly into his body, “I’m sorry, Buck.” He smiled briefly against your head pressing a small kiss to it, and answered back sighing, “Me too, Doll. Please no more fights.” You pulled apart and linked your hand with his metal one. “Agree. Look, I know you want to protect me and you have no idea how much I love that about you, but I really can handle myself babe. YOU trained me to do so.” Nodding softly, Bucky pulled your interlocked hands to kiss it, “I know. And I promise not to interfere, but I can’t promise that I won’t stop saving you. You’re all I have.”

Leaning your head onto his warm chest, you rubbed you free hand up and down it, feeling his body relax. “I can’t lose you either. Guess that’s what makes us inseparable.” You both chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You know what I think we could really use right now?” You smirked as Bucky cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that, Doll?” Running a hand through his messy hair, you pressed a small kiss to his lips. “A nap! Because we both look like serious shit and definitely aren’t living up to our expectations.” He let out a loud laugh as he began to bring you with him to the room. “Couldn’t agree more.”

When you both finally settled into your shared bed, skin to skin, and bodies intertwined, you tapped Bucky’s half-asleep body. He hummed in response, not opening his eyes but letting you know he was listening. “I love you, Buck. Thank you for saving my life, really.” He smiled and tugged you closer to him, pressing small kisses to your neck. “Anything for you, Doll. I love you more.” Letting Bucky be himself may cost you becoming a self-driven agent, but if it meant not losing Bucky and keeping him by your side, you’d give up anything. 

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A/N: Awwww I hate angsty Bucky x Reader, but I had a lot o fun with this one. I was almost debating whether or not to make it a 2 part thing, but who knows?! PLEASE LIKE, REBLOG, AND COMMENT AWAYYYYY!!!!

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Fruits Basket - Vol 19

Compared to the last few books, this one was actually pretty mild in subject matter. Nothing too heavy, which was a pretty nice break. The heavy stuff is fine, don't get me wrong, but you need a break from it, y'know? These characters certainly need a break.

In this book, we got a lot of backstory on Kakeru, which was pretty interesting. He seems kinda weird, the more we learn about him. Something's off about his ability to emote. Idk.

In the first section (which honestly is pretty heavy), it continues right where vol 18 left off: Tohru saying that they gotta find a way to break the curse soon, for everyone's sake, but especially for Kyo's sake. This seems to throw Tohru into a tiny crisis, because she had promised herself, after her mom died, that she would never place anyone above her mom, that her mom would always be the most important person to her. But she's realizing that is starting to fade away.

When Izusu first asked her what was most important to her, Tohru couldn't answer. She wanted to say her mom, of course her mom was the most important thing to her, but there clearly was another thing that was rivaling for that first place. She made the promise to always keep her mom in mind, to always have her be the most important, so that she would never fade away. It was right after she died, and Tohru had cleared everything out of their apartment, and even then, Tohru felt like Kyoko's memory was fading away.

As she was walking home, caught up in all these memories and thoughts, Shigure pops up, and says that she's heading to the main Sohma house, which is weird. On the way back to their house (should I phrase it as Shigure's house? I dunno), Shigure mentions how both she and Izusu have made it clear that they're trying to break the curse, and Tohru asks if he knew that the curse was already breaking. He said he didn't, it was just a hunch. Apparently, there has never been a time when all 13 members of the Juunishi have been alive, there's always been one missing. Because of this, Shigure thinks that the time for the curse to break is coming near, that it's the "final banquet". Not to mention, things have been watered down a lot through the generations, like Hatori being possessed by the dragon, but he turns into a sea horse. No offense Hatori, but that is kinda underwhelming. Additionally, Kureno's living proof that something is happening, with the way that the curse just,, randomly broke for him, and he wasn't doing anything to trigger that.

Shigure then brings up Kyo, and how time is cutting close for him, and it won't be long before he'll be taken away (something that Tohru is very aware of). He also says that the reason that the Cat has always been hated, is because it's just kinda the most convenient. I mean, the Cat is the only one that has a "dark form", which is all gross and etc., and it's easier to pick on that, than to really sit with yourself and think about how you're a fuckin weirdo who can turn into an animal, not even by choice, it's just something that happens that mostly out of your control, and because of that, it causes you to distance yourself from everyone. It's a burden, it's really just a curse. He really just keeps hammering down on the point that everyone knows that Kyo's the worst of them all, and they use that to feel better about themselves, that at least they're not like that, a disgusting creature. Personally, idk why he's doing this, but it makes Tohru pretty upset. She was upset to begin with, and now he's just putting salt in the wound with an oddly calm demeanor. After she makes him stop saying all that, he asks her if she does love him, and that sends her right back into her initial crisis.

Kyo shows up soon after, and Shigure just says she's upset because she got in a fight with Izusu, and not to worry about it. Kyo tries to console her about this "fight", which only makes Tohru feel worse. She says she doesn't know what to do, and he said that in situations like that, it's best to not do anything. I swear to goodness, these two are just kinda hopeless.

Anyway, the next chapter continues (as it is wont to do), and it's been another year since Tohru's mom died. Kyo didn't go with Tohru and her friends, clearly it all brings up a separate bunch of bad memories for him. Mostly involving when his own mom died, and the shit his dad said to him at the funeral. The stupid thing is, that after his dad said, "You can't get close [to the headstone] because you feel guilty, don't you?" Kazuma said that isn't something you say to a child, and Kyo's dad doubled down and said that's why he said it, because he wouldn't.

Unsurprisingly, Kyo did understand, because ✨news flash✨ kids aren't stupid. They can understand what you're saying, it's not like an adult's words are all garbled like in Peanuts. Especially when they're looking you dead in the eye, accusing you of killing their wife and your mother. They understand. He understood. (Why couldn't have kicked Kyo's dad in the throat he just,, he deserves it)

Anyway, while that particular thing in sitting around in his head, he runs into Tohru's grandfather, who's just kinda sitting there, chilling. He recognizes Kyo, which is what Kyo gets for having bright orange hair (he didn't do it on purpose but he has to understand the consequences of being a main character: he's recognizable) While they're talking, Kyo notices that Tohru's grandfather keeps calling Tohru "Kyoko", and Kyo asks about it. Tohru's grandfather (he doesn't really get a name, but this is also really clumsy ;-;) says it's to remember Kyoko, and shortly after Kyoko died, it was partially for Tohru's sake. He then asks Kyo if he knows why Tohru asks the way she does. I would imagine that if Kyo did think about it at all, he'd just figure it's because that's how she is, but Tohru's grandfather says it's an imitation of her father, Katsuya. This is mostly because after Katsuya died, some relatives started saying that Tohru wasn't anything like Katsuya, are you sure she's his daughter? Disgusting shit like that. Tohru's grandfather mused that they probably said it because they didn't think Tohru would understand them, which kinda makes Kyo go "!!" because holy crap, he was just thinking about that! how crazy!, and Tohru's grandfather says that, if nothing else, a kid can understand if a comment is nice or mean, but they are usually pretty good at understanding things.

After that, Kyo went home and saw Tohru taking down the laundry (do they not have a dryer or was it just more poetic to have her hanging them on a line and having them flutter around in the breeze?), and was thinking about the things that Tohru's grandfather said, along with some times that he was with Kyoko. Apparently, Kyo had seen (not really met) Tohru before they met in the beginning of the series. One time Kyoko was fretting about having to stay overtime at work, and how Tohru would be alone at home for a while, and so I guess Kyo decided that he'd check up on Tohru, and she was just sitting at the table, eating dinner, and he thought she looked pretty lonely.

Jump back to current events, Kyo's just been standing there, thinking about all this stuff while Tohru was folding laundry, and she finally noticed him. Ack! Startlements. Out of the blue, Kyo asked Tohru about her dad, and she froze up. She then said that they didn't really, but according to her mom, they acted the same. Then she retracted that statement, and revealed that she used to think her dad was a bad man, mostly just because as child, she used to fear that he would take Kyoko away from her, despite remembering that he was a kind and caring person. When he heard that, Kyo thought it was stupid, but it was most likely just from her trying to cope with her dad's death, and how her mom reacted so severely to it, and by thinking of her dad as a bad man, it was easier for her? Personally, I don't really follow the train of thought, I've read it a couple times, I'm just kinda confused by it, but it's mostly that she told herself a story that helped her, and it might have made her seem unaware of things (I hesitate to say "stupid"), so that she could push down her pain enough to seem happy on the outside. Tohru felt guilty about it, but Kyo told her that Kyoko probably knew what Tohru was doing, but it was okay, because Tohru helped Kyoko through a really tough time in her life (and he knows that for certain because Kyoko told him that).

Oh also the reason why there was all the billowing sheets and everything turned out to be kinda useful. Reassurance becomes awkward when you go to hug someone and you turn into a cat. So, stupid earlier question out of the way.

After all that, there is some unmistakably painful awkwardness between Kyo and Tohru, they're just stumbling over each other. Having to sit by and watch them is too much to bear for Yuki, so he flies off, to anywhere, because anywhere is better than that. And I mean, I've never been in that situation (because I'm generally not around people) but it's awkward enough just reading it, I think I would wither away or slam my head on a table/wall if I had to be around it, so I don't blame Yuki whatsoever. While he's wandering around, a woman comes up to him, asking if he's Ayame. Hm,, I wonder who this mysterious woman is??

(But first, a short peek back to the house and-- oh of course Kyo and Tohru are still struggling to exist around each other cool cool, and oh! Tohru just said something very cute and endearing and Kyo had a heart attack nice move my dude, and off in the distance, Hanajima senses their struggles and general pain)

Okay, back to Yuki. He went to Ayame's store to ask about that woman, and Ayame tells him that she was someone that he went to school with. He was the student body president, and he came to be friends with (or at least, he was friendly, there's a difference) another president from an all-girls school. Unbeknownst to him, she had fallen in love with him, but when he was younger, he didn't really seem to give a shit about people. Like, he seemed to be a raging asshole, not even on purpose. He just never took the time to consider and understand other people's feelings, and was just flippant to everything. So when this girl confessed her feelings to Ayame, he was decently surprised (kinda. If he was anywhere as popular as Yuki is in school, he probably had people confessing to him all the time, but unlike Yuki, Ayame probably just used that to boost his ego. What I'm saying is that it wouldn't really be a surprise to him; I have a feeling that he'd heard it a lot throughout high school), gave a "Oh, that's nice. What's your name again?" which was a huge blow to the girl. They'd been friends for a while, which she said. He then proceeded to say, "Oh, well then I guess your personality was so dull that I couldn't be bothered to remember!" Holy fuck. This is just getting worse and worse. Never mind the fact that Shigure and Hatori were there too, this wasn't just Ayame and the girl, and Shigure was snickering and poorly attempting to hide it. Hatori finally made them stop while the girl ran off, and Ayame had the gall to ask why. Dude. Wow.

It took him a while to fully understand what had happened, and how acting that way can really hurt someone, until he met Mine, the girl who works with him in the costume shop. (She's pretty distinctive in that she's always wearing a maid costume. She's enthusiastic about costumes) Yuki asked if Mine was Ayame's girlfriend, and Ayame said that she was, though they didn't make the biggest deal out of it. After going through his few minutes of Intense Retrospective, Ayame said (dramatically, you know him) that he hopes that moment hasn't traumatized her or affected her poorly, and Yuki said that she actually seemed pretty happy, if anything she was embarrassed, but it seemed like she had a husband and kid, so it could be guessed that she moved on from that incident. Yuki then tried to ask if Mine knows about the curse, but Ayame skillfully swerved around that by entirely ignoring the question, and Mine had come back from the store, so that conversation was over. But, when she came back, another followed, none other than Kakeru, who apparently is pretty friendly with Mine and Ayame, since the two of them came to the school during the "Sorta Cinderella" play to provide costumes.

While Kakeru was there, he briefly brought up Machi, and so she was brought over as well. That's only significant because she saw something she liked, and it pops up again later. Slightly later in this book, but more later in the series. It's a whole thing.

We also get a short little peek at what Kyo and Tohru are doing at the end of the chapter. I guess they just went out for shopping and stuff, and came across a place with lots of cats, who were quite excited to see Kyo. (Kyo was less excited to see the cats, it's probably for the better that they're separated by glass.)

The next chapter starts with Shigure at the main Sohma house, where apparently Akito has been stuck in her room for so long, asking if she thinks the world will change around her if she just stays in there long enough. He then leaves, and Akito says, "Fine! I don't care anymore!" (which, statistically speaking, almost always means that they still care), but Shigure doesn't bother with it. Being stubborn in this situation isn't going to help anything, but it's just not worth arguing over.

The scene jumps to school, and apparently Momiji's gotten a hell of a growth spurt, now he's all tall and tall, and he doesn't wear as much cutesy stuff. It also looks like he got a crush on Tohru, but Tohru would most likely quietly tuck Momiji into the friendzone like, so fast. I honestly doubt Momiji would actually try anything to get Tohru's attention, but later in the book he taunts Kyo a little bit, basically saying, "You better figure out your situation with Tohru bc I also l-l-like her lots <3" (After which Kyo has a mild crisis like "Holy shit does everyone know?? What the fuck??")

Tohru and Momiji run into Yuki and Haru at school, and for some reason they're all gonna go back home and get ice cream. Idk why, I guess they just felt like it.

Back at home itself, Kyo walks in and just finds Kisa sitting at the table. She flustered, he's confused ("why tf is she here what's going on?"), and Hiro pops out of nowhere to defuse a situation that wasn't occurring. Anyway, Kyo starts to walk off before Kisa says Hello!, and he's just like, "...hi. Anyway." and I'm just saying any of this bc it was so fuckin funny to me, idk why Kisa was acting like that, that might just be how she is, I've forgotten, but yeah.

Swerving back momentarily to the main Sohma house, Hatori's asking Shigure why he's always so mean to Akito. Would it really be so bad to just be nice for once? Shigure's pretty indifferent to it, especially when he said that Hatori's niceness or Kureno's niceness are more genuine, but he just can't fake that stuff, he doesn't care. He knows he's an annoying lil shit, and he doesn't seem to want to take any steps towards fixing that. After all, it's not his job to make Akito happy. (seriously though what's up with this whiplash between here and Tohru and Co. it's kinda weird.)

Let's just switch over to the last main chunk of the book, because I don't want to repeat myself too many times. This is the one that focuses on Kakeru, and his general weirdness. So he has a girlfriend, her name is Komaki Nakao. Just,, keep that in mind, I guess, so that I'm not saying "Kakeru's girlfriend" far too many times.

Anyway, Kakeru and Yuki head to the student council room, and Yuki gives Machi a little apology gift for having to deal with Ayame and Mine at the costume shop. Kimi complains about not getting something, which Naohito is irritated by (I think he lives to be irritated). She nabs the bag, opens it, and what is inside but a little Mogeta paper weight dude, a smaller version of the Mogeta doll that Ayame had in his shop that she was interested in (see I told you it was relevant), and she likes it a lot. Yuki can somehow tell by her waving it around in the air, idk how but he knows her better than I do. (Seeing as they're all in their fictional universe and I, it turns out, am not)

We also got a mini backstory into why Kimi is the way she is. It's because one time in middle school, a group of girls went up to her and said, "You think you can just float on by just because you're pretty and popular with boys?" and Kimi heartedly agreed, and just,,, didn't change. In case you were wondering.

Moving onto the part specifically about Kakeru, he used to have a thing against Tohru, a while back. When Kyoko got hit by that car, it turns out that the driver died as well, and that driver was Komaki's dad. So when Tohru and Kakeru ran into each other at the graveyard place, he basically was like, "Don't you dare think you can be the most sad in this situation, because someone else got hurt, so that means you can't be in as much pain as they are," completely out of the blue. Of course, Tohru didn't say anything against it, she wouldn't do that normally, and at the time she was still heavily mourning the death of her mother. He told Komaki of what he said to Tohru, reasoning that, like he said, she can't be the one most sad here, someone else has died. He saw her go about school, smiling and laughing, clearly she has to be faking her misery (rather than,, idk,, coping,,, and trying to get through life as a sudden orphan,,, idk,,), but Komaki didn't take it well, saying that you can't make a competition of something like being sad, or mourning. Him going out of his way to say that to Tohru did not help. That confused Kakeru initially, because he thought they were both on the same page. He did apologize, when they ran into each other later, completely owning up to his shit, which is nice. It's nice when people are accountable for their actions.

Back to Yuki and Machi for a second, Machi didn't have a chance to thank Yuki for the tiny Mogeta after she first got it, but she did like the gift. She tried to ask for what Yuki wanted, but all he said was self-confidence and fertilizer. (Does she know that he has a garden? I don't think she knows, that would probably seem very odd out of context.)

I think I'm gonna end that there. I have four more books left, so it's ending soon, but given how infrequently I actually sit down and write these, I just hope I'll be able to finish before they have to be taken back to the library.

[thetakenpokemon]

@askiceboundlopunny

Linda@Miyako: The dragoness wears a smirk as she approaches the legendary hybrid. “It seems a normal lopunny is difficult to find these days. You’re the third one in a row that I’ve seen with something to set them apart from your kind. But if someone told me that there was one of you out there that had THE dragon of ideals in their blood, I would have called them crazy. And yet here you are.” She stated as she tried her best to mask the excitement in her tone. 

Her tails swayed back and forth behind as she placed a hand on her hip. “Now I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care to see just how much of their power you inherited for myself, since I’ve always dreamed of a fight with zekrom since I was a kid. But I can wait for that until after I hear how you ended up with it. Was it something you were born with, did you earn it through a test, or something else?”

She leans in a little with an eager look in her eyes. “Of course if you want to just have a spar instead I’d be more than fine with that too.”

[PoV: Miyako]

And here I was thinking that I’d have to go out of my way to talk to someone, but it turns out that someone seems to be taking the initiative. When I turn to address the source of the voice, I realize that I need to look up in order to even match the gaze of the person.

Wow… She’s…really tall…

She asks about the frequency of Lopunny hybrids, but here’s the REAL question: What is with Mienshao hybrids being so ridiculously tall?!

I thought Nynette was pretty big, but this girl here looks to be taller than her by a good couple of inches. This is definitely something I need to tell Nynette when I get back, since I can only imagine the surprised look on her face when she learns that she’s not the tallest of her species anymore~ 

...Not that I can NOT tell her, since…it’s impossible to hide information from her to begin with.

Sure Yinomi can always detect lies, but you can simply just not speak when around her. Nynette? She has Yinomi beat since that Mienshao can literally just rip the information from your mind. I suppress a shudder and focus back on the current Mienshao before me.

As she continues to speak, a grin widens on my face. “You got that right!” I exclaim with a laugh when she mentions about me having the blood of Zekrom in my veins. I couldn’t help but puff my chest, feeling pride swelling within me.

When she asks me a question soon followed with a challenge to spar, my red eyes glitter with excitement. The opportunity to fight? Sign me the hell up, it’s a rarity that I ever get to find someone who’s wanting to have a throw-down! Usually I have to force my ‘sisters’ to fight me!

Just as I’m about to accept her offer, I remember the reason on why I’m actually here. It…wouldn’t be a good idea to participate in any fights - even if they’re a friendly spar. I don’t think Iniko or Zenoclio would be very happy about it…

Yinomi wouldn’t be happy either, but I don’t give a fuck about her opinions. It’s the others that I’m worried about.

Visibly deflating, I let out a sigh and rub the back of my head. “Any other time I would’ve accepted that offer to spar in a heartbeat. I don’t believe my ‘sisters’ would be very happy if I were to start fighting with the locals, even if it’s consensual.”

As for her question? I think about it for a little while. Sure they said that there’s no actual reason to withhold information about our origins, is it really worth the risk? She’s asking about how I came to be after all…

…

Oh what the hell, it’s not like she can use it against us to begin with.

“For how much of Zekrom’s power I have...” I start. “I have most of it? All of it?” I scratch my head in thought before ultimately shrugging. “There’s not really any other Zekrom of decent caliber that I can make a comparison, but seeing how strong I am? I’d like to think that my power is one-for-one~”

“Now, in terms of how I became part Zekrom? I continue, unable to contain my laughter. “To be blunt, this isn’t really common knowledge. Then again it’s not a secret we’re keeping either, but more on the fact that it’s lost knowledge - lost to history, that is.”

I look at my clawed fingers, the black talons causing arcs of blue electricity to dance between them as they touch together. “I wasn’t born as a hybrid. I was just a standard Lopunny, having two standard Lopunny parents. Nothing really special about me if I’ll be honest.” I look back up at the purple Mienshao. “I actually was transformed into what I am now after discovering Zekrom’s Power. It infused itself into my being, transforming me into something that can properly bear its power.” I gesture to my entire self. “As you can see quite plainly, making me part Zekrom is the solution.”

I pause, realizing I should probably further elaborate since this might give her the wrong idea. “...Not that I was actively looking, I had no idea what I discovered when I first ran into it.” I continue before pausing again, recalling details that I haven’t had a need to recall in a…long while. “Well, I guess that’s kinda wrong too. I guess that I should say that I was…drawn to it without my knowing?”

Hmm, I guess memories can be rather hazy when you haven’t thought on them for a while. Not to mention it HAS been a long…long time ago since that fateful event…

“Sorry, trying to sort thing out.” I sigh again, shaking my head before crossing my arms. “To summarize: it chose me. It pretty much subconsciously guided me to it, and transformed me into what I am now. Went from your run-of-the-mill Lopunny into the rabbit who bears the power of the Dragon of Ideals~!” I grin widely at her, trying my best not to come off as TOO proud of my circumstance.

Well, I am kinda proud of it…

“’Course, I’m not the only one who’s part Legendary.” I say somewhat absentmindedly, scratching my cheek. “My other ‘sisters’ became a hybrid the same way, where they were chosen to become bearers of the power of their respective Legendaries.” I give a nod. “And that’s pretty much it on that matter.”

Now that I’m done answering, I decide to inhale strongly through my nose. The scent of the Mienshao filling my nostrils, answering one question about her that I was kinda bothering me.

I couldn’t help but offer a fanged grin. “…Gotta say... Ignoring the fact that the whole power thing needs to choose you, you most definitely don’t need it. I can already tell that you’re extremely formidable as you are~”

I start walking in circles around her, using my hands to occasionally lift her ribbons or tail to get a proper look at her body. “Quite obvious that you got dragon blood in you, I can smell it~” I purr. “Strong body, potent power, honed killer’s instinct…” To say that I’m impressed would be an understatement. “Girl, just by looking at you? I can tell that you’re an apex predator wherever you go~”

Man, I really really REALLY want to fight her. People in the outside world are rarely this strong - with the exception of the really powerful Dragons and stuff. I can only imagine how much fun I’d have…

I stop right in front of her, ending my somewhat personal inspection. “You know? I really like you!” I laugh. “Sure you being really strong and part-Dragon does contribute to it, but you wanna know the biggest factor?” I tap the side of my head, my grin growing wider. “It’s because you’re really idealistic~ Yet that’s not all! Not only do you got big goals and dreams, but I can tell that you’re making those dreams a reality, seeing how I can practically smell the power radiating from you!” The more I speak, the more fired up I become. “You say that you dreamed of fighting against Zekrom when you’re little? The mere concept of fighting a Legendary is something that others rarely think of. Hell, even those born in power would almost never entertain the idea of going against one.”

Maybe... Just maybe...it wouldn’t hurt to have one teensy, weensy little spar…? I mean, it shouldn’t be THAT big of an issue, right…?

No! Bad Miyako! You have a mission to focus on! Fighting can come AFTER you’re done!

...

It wouldn’t really hurt if it lasted for like a minute or so…right...?

…

I shake my head, trying my best to rid myself of those tempting thoughts. If I caved in now, I definitely would get chewed out by the others.

With my head at least partially clear, I remember something that kinda flew passed me. That specific thing would be called introductions.

I look at her sheepishly. “So... You got a name?” I rub the back of my head again. "...Even though my experience in the outside world is a bit on the limited side, I know for a fact that meeting someone like you is a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” Well, not that it really applies to me to begin with. “So not knowing your name would really suck.”

I jab a clawed thumb at myself. “If you want mine, you can call me Miyako! Miyo also works, since that’s what my friends refer to me as~”

Well, more like that’s what my ‘sisters’ call me, but that’s besides the point. This girl? She’s already my friend, and she has absolutely no say in this.

[minijenn]

Keys to the Kingdom Preview

I really need to go to the store and stop working on this for a bit but I am on a ROLL like seriously I want more of Sora and Aqua interacting in canon because this woman has officially adopted this boy as her son and there’s no going back now and my heart hurts so read this: 

“So there’s this living suit of armor I met not that long ago,” Sora explains, realizing that it sounds rather bizarre as he does. Even so, Aqua’s eyes widen as he mentions it, prompting him to continue. “A-and it told me that it’s all of Terra’s thoughts and memories; basically his mind, I guess? S-since Xehanort has his, um… heart and body,” he tries shaking the constant dread away that his own heart and body could very well meet the same fate soon. “Anyway, I told it I wanted to help it, and it said I needed to find you and Ventus first, so… one out of two isn’t that bad so far, right?”

Even though Sora lets out a small, halfhearted chuckle at this, Aqua remains stunned by what she’s just heard. She lightly covers her mouth, her blue eyes still huge as she stares down at the balcony below her. “T-Terra…” she whispers, a ghost of a smile finding a place on her face. “T-that… that was him you met… That was his armor… It had to have been…” Her bittersweet grin grows as she lets out a soft, yet happy sob. “A piece of him really did survive the darkness after all… He fought back against it, just like I knew he could…”

Despite his own palpable worries and fears, Sora can’t help but smile upon hearing this. Because if there’s still hope for Terra to be saved from Xehanort’s tight hold, then maybe there might just be hope for him too. And even beyond that, he can’t deny that the thought of Aqua, Terra, and Ventus reuniting after all the long and lonely years they’ve spent apart fills his heart with a comforting kind of warmth. Warmth that only sparks brighter as he remembers that he knows another way he can help that happen. “There’s something else too,” he begins, albeit a bit more tentatively as he scratches the back of his neck. “It’s about Ventus, but… it might sound kinda crazy…”

“After everything I’ve been through, nothing is crazy anymore,” Aqua laughs somewhat sardonically. 

“Ok, well, I, um…” Sora hesitates, his hand lightly skimming his chest. Sudden guilt swells up in him as he remembers what his phantom had accused him of, of endangering the hearts trapped within his own. Of endangering Ventus, he thinks, wondering how in the world he could possibly admit that to Aqua. Wondering how in the world she might react to the incurable darkness of his own heart viciously poisoning Ventus’ own. 

So he doesn’t tell her that. Instead, he tells her the much more simple start of it all. “I don’t know how it happened, I don’t even really know how to explain this, but… Ventus’ heart is… inside of mine.”

Aqua stills at this, surprise overtaking her once more as she stares at him incredulously. “W-what?”

“His heart is in mine,” Sora reiterates, a bit firmer this time. He’s not sure if she believes him, but he hopes he can convince her of the truth even if she doesn’t. Because really, she’s just about the only one who can actually help him set Ventus free at this point, something he strives to do sooner than ever after his frightening encounter with his phantom. “I-it’s been in there for years now, I guess, but I didn’t even know until a few months ago.” His emotions suddenly surge, that same sort of guilt overwhelming him in entirely different ways as he realizes just how long Ventus has been forced to wait idle within the depths of his darkened heart. Just how unfair that is to him and to Aqua. Just how much he’s wronged them both by wasting so much time doing absolutely nothing about it. “If I had found out sooner-” Remorse starts spilling into his tone as his words pour out, unstoppable and unbidden. And before long, hot, shameful tears begin to find a palace between them. “Then I would have been trying to get him out all this time, a-and I still want to, but I don’t know how, and I’m sorry, Master Aqua, I-I’m so sorry! He doesn’t deserve to just be stuck like this, just like you didn’t deserve to be trapped in the Realm of Darkness, a-and I want to help him so much, b-but I don’t know what to do, I never know what to do, and I’m sorry I-”

Just as he chokes out a tight, pained sob, Aqua suddenly stops him, though not with words. Instead, her arms suddenly fold around him as she pulls him in close, enveloping him in a tight, secure embrace. He cries even harder as she does, his head pressed against her shoulder as she runs a soothing hand through his hair. They stay in a sad sort of silence for a moment or two, but they’re still hugging and Sora is still softly weeping when Aqua finally speaks. “Please, don’t be sorry,” she whispers quietly. Her heart stirs with distant memories of comforting Ven in a very similar sort of way not long after he’d come to stay with them. The connections she keeps making between him and Sora suddenly make more sense than ever before now. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“B-but I… I haven’t helped him…” Sora mutters despondently, tears streaming down his cheeks as he briefly glances up at her. “I-I need to help him, I need… to help everybody…”

Aqua pauses, taken aback by just how distraught he is when he says this. Just how much weight he thinks he has to carry solely on his own shoulders. “Who told you that?” she asks, her eyes narrowing slightly. 

“N-no one,” he admits, wiping some of his tears away. Even if it does nothing to stop more from falling after. “I just… t-that’s what I’m supposed to do…”

“N-no… Sora, you-” Aqua stops short, her heart aching immensely for him. Because that carefree, playful child from 12 years ago only seems to exist in her memories now. Who he has become now is someone completely different. “I wouldn’t wish our lives on those children,” she had said to herself on that distant day she’d met him and Riku. But one way or another, those children have been thrust into the kind of lives they had once led all the same. They have been pushed down a path that has brought at least one of them nothing but woe.

And Aqua can’t help but feel at least partially responsible for that. 

[miastideclock]

The One Where The Dogs Gets Away (Bang Chan)

broooo, so I love this friends thing, but why not start off in smaller sections? Like maybe you could rewrite the part where Rachel lost Marcel(the monkey) and she and Ross fights?? But you're really good at angsty stuff, so throw some of that in there?? And could you do it w Chan??? I'm trash sorry

This is from when I asked if I should do Stray Kids as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. lmao its been a wHILE- SORRY

Word count: a lot 3,527

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She could hear talking, but her mind was so utterly focused on the ticking of the clock that struck eight, that she didn't make out a single one of the words that were said.

"Corey?" Was what pulled her out of her train of thought. She snapped her head towards the speaker, and instantly apologized for not paying attention.

"Chan, sorry. This is so stupid!" She burst, referring to the incident they had talked about just previously. One of her colleagues was getting married, and that meant the entire project laid on Corey's shoulder. It was quite a massive one too. Corey didn't mind that her coworker was getting married, well maybe a little, but what really irked her was the fact that he coworker knew she was getting married that date, a year ago- and still said she could work the project, but the project would be in motion during her honeymoon.

"I should just be happy for them right? I can do some extra work. I am, I'm happy for them." She lied through her teeth, Chan instantly catching on, placing a hand on her back, questioning her truthfulness.

"No. Oh, I guess it would just be different if I were- with somebody. Like maybe I would understand her thinking more?" Corey sat back in her chair and picked at a noodle with her chopsticks. This caught Chans attention.

Ever since he first met Corey, he had been elbow deep in love with her. It was almost as if his whole life revolved around her, that everything he did was for her.

"Whoah, uh, what happened to 'Forget relationships! I'm done with men!' the whole penis embargo?" Chan mentioned, hinting to the thing she had sworn off after her last boyfriend, Hyunjin.  

They hadn't been a good couple at all. Corey and Hyunjin didn't even speak the same language, so it was hard for them to do anything else than makeout and have unnecessarily loud sex when they thought they were alone. Corey's roommate Changbin, didn't find that very fun.

In fact, everyone in their group was grossed out by it. Especially Chan, as he was the one most affected by it.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess it's not about no guys, it's about the right guy, y'know? I mean, with Seungmin, it was safe and it was easy, but there was no heat. With Hyunjin, that's all there was, was heat! And it was just this raw, animal, sexual-" Corey explained, but soon to be cut off by a severely uncomfortable Chan.

"Wait-wait. I got it. I was there." He smiled to hide the fact that he wanted to absolutely kill Hyunjin. Corey then grabbed Chans hands out of happit as they continued to chat. Chan had to admit to himself that there had never been a second in his life where he had to concentrate this bad to not kiss someone. Because there she was, the girl of his dreams, holding his hands, her face ten inches from his. Her brown eyes seemed soft and gentle as they looked into his, him getting lost in them.

"Well, I mean, do you think you can ever have both? Y'know? Someone who's like, who's like your best friend, but then also can make your toes curl?" She breathed as she continued to stare into his eyes. This made Chan's heart leap as she spoke. It was everything he had ever wished she would tell him, and more.

"Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes, I really do! In fact, it's funny, very often, someone who you wouldn't think could-could curl your toes, might just be the one who-" He started, building up the courage to confess and maybe even kiss her- but the moment was ruined when the owner of the apartment, Changbin, came home with friends.

"Hi." He greeted them and placed the groceries on the kitchen counter right behind Chan. Corey soon let go of Chan's hands and asked the group how the movie was. Jisung and Felix hated it, while Changbin and Woojin had been quite large fans of the film.

They discussed it for a few eternities according to Chan, all before he realized he had to leave. He had to take his dog, Berry, home.

"Alright, I've gotta go. C'mon, Berry! We're gonna take a bath. Yes we are, aren't we? Yes, we are!" Chan baby talked his dog as he got the leash on him. The King Charles Spaniel had been sleeping on the couch while Chan and Corey had been having dinner.

"They are still just friends, right?" Felix asked in a joking manner, implying that Chan and his puppy had a weird relationship. Most of them ignored him, and Corey walked over to the dog, petting him. "And I will see you tomorrow!" She grinned as Berry wagged his tail at her.

"That's right, you're gonna spend tomorrow at Aunt Corey's, aren't you?" Chan continued to baby talk, this however perked Changbin's attention. After all it was his apartment.

"Oh, hang on, hang on. Does Uncle Changbin get a say in this?" He asked, a brow raised as he was suspicious to the idea. Everyone knew how weird Changbin was about his apartment.

"Pwease, Uncle Changbin, pwease?" Chan picked up the dog and hid behind him, pretending it was Berry talking. He didn't seem even a tad bit interested, making Chan give up. "Oh, unclench. You're not even gonna be here." He added as he walked out the door with the dog.

Not long after, Corey went to bed, and before she knew it, she was dog-sitting Berry.  

"Now, now the one in the feather boa, that's Dr. Francis. Now, she used to be a man. Okay, now look, see, there's Raven. We hate her. We're glad she's dying. Okay- " Corey explained to the dog as they watched the television displaying a Spanish soap. As she was speaking, Berry knocked over a pillow revealing Changbins left yeezy.

"Berry, are you playing with Changbin's shoes? You know you're not supposed to pl-whoah. Berry, did you pee in Changbin's shoe? Berry, bad dog!" Corey continued to talk to the dog as she picked up the smelly shoe and held it at arm's length. She used some paper towels to clean out the pee as good as she can, then carried the paper towels over to the trash chute in the hallway, accidentally leaving the door open.

While throwing it down the metal drain, she heard a gunshot come from the television, making her rush back in. "Who died? Who died? Roll him over! Oh, c'mon, roll him over! Oh..! Well, we know it wasn't Vanessa, right Berry? Because-" But as she looked down to continue talking to him, he was gone.

"Berry?" That was when she turned around and noticed the door was left open. Panic struck.

By now, she had called everyone to the apartment, all except for Chan. "Okay, it's his first time out, so he's probably gonna wanna do some of the touristy things. I'll go to Seoul Tower, and you go to The Blue House." Felix said sarcastically as they all tried to figure out where the dog was.

"Oh, my, God! C'mon, you guys! He's gonna be home any minute! He's gonna kill me!" Corey panicked, starting to bite her nails in stress.

"Okay, we'll start with the building. You guys take the first and second floor, Woojin and I'll take third and fourth. Corey, you stay here, and just wait by the phone. Spray Lysol in my shoe, and wait for Chan to kill you." Changbin instructed and chased everyone out of the apartment, Corey softly asking if anyone wanted to trade, but no one replied.

Corey looked around in every room in the apartment, just in case he was still in there, but to no use. After maybe thirty minutes, she decided to call in for the big guns. Unlucky for her, she was on the phone with animal control when Chan entered the door. "Okay, he's a, he's a brown and white King Charles Spaniel, with a-" Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach when she saw Chan coming in with a smile on his face.

"with, with Russian dressing, and pickles on the side. Okay. Thanks." She covered and hung up, turning to Chan as if nothing was wrong. They greeted each other. Corey immediately noticed the bottle of wine in his hand and asked him about it. He confirmed her theory of its contents, then proceeding to ask if she wanted some.

"Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what? Let's not drink it here. I'm feeling kind of crazy. You wanna go to Jakarta?" Corey tried persuading, desperate to postpone the inevitable truth, that she had lost his dog.

"Uh, okay, yeah, we could do that. But before we head off to the robbery capital of Southeast Asia, I was, uh, kinda wanting to run something by you. You know how we were talking before, about relationships and stuff? Well-" Chan started, obviously nervous as he was about to confess his feelings for her. He unscrewed the cork of the wine bottle, but Corey cut him off. Not because she knew he was going to confess, cause she didn't. She was beyond stressed about his dog.

"Oh God, Chan, I can't do this." She said as she paced back and forth in the kitchen, Chan's face falling. "Okay, Chan. Please don't hate me." She continued as Chan intensely tried getting the cork back on the wine. He looked at her first with concern, then confusion- because she was way more stressed out than what was normal when turning someone down.

"Y'know Berry? Well, I kind of.. I kind of lost him." She admitted, Chans arms falling to his sides as he looked at her in disbelief, almost as if she was waiting for her to tell him it was a prank.

"I-I-I ca- I can't believe this! I mean, all I asked you to do was keep him in the apartment. No, y'know what, I guess it's partially my fault. Y'know, I shouldn't have asked you to start off with a dog. I should have started you off with like a pen or a pencil." He yelled, pacing around, furious out of his mind.

Corey found herself in tears as she tried to explain herself. "Chan, I'm doing everything I can, I've got everybody looking for him, and I-" She was cut off as the intercom buzzed. She rushed over and asked who it was, pleased as she heard it was Animal Control.

"You called Animal Control?" Chan spoke in a low voice. Corey looking at him with a worried expression, asking if he didn't like them.

"Berry is a loose dog. If they find him, they are going to take him away from me, as I am not fit for a owner if I manage to lose him." Chan explained.

There was a knock on the door, Corey swiftly opening it. "Hi thank you for coming." She greeted, a man clad in a brown Animal Control uniform, and a huge butterfly net stood there, looking miserable as he probably didn't like his job very much.

Corey and Chan soon pretended they had no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned a dog, but Woojin soon came and accidentally revealed that there was in fact a dog on the loose.

"Look, I'm sure there's some friendly way to reconcile this! Um, have a seat. First of all, we haven't been introduced, I'm Seo Changbin." Changbin stated, pulling out a chair for the man and sat down in a chair himself. The man's eyes widened as Changbin mentioned his name.

"Oh my God, you are! And you're Corey Lee!" He said as he pointed to Corey. "Lee Minho! Cheongdam High? I sat behind you guys in home room!" Minho lit up as he introduced himself to his old classmates.

This pitched the fakes most annoying play ever produced, Changbin and Corey pretending they remembered Minho. "Minho? Oh my God, Changbin! It's Minho!" Corey started with a voice absolutely drenched in enthusiasm.

"The Minho from home room!" Changbin threw himself on, making a fool out of himself with his horrid lying.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" Minho asked as he called out the two actors. They quickly admitted that it was the truth, something that hurt Minho. "Well, maybe that's because you spent four years ignoring me. I mean, would it have been so hard to say 'Morning, Minho'? Or 'Nice dancing'?" He spat back, the two embarrassed that they had behaved so poorly to someone when they were younger.

Changbin started to apologize for everything, but Minho cut him off. "Ah, it's not so much about you, you were a fucking loser, you had your own problems." He started, Changbin being dumbfounded by the entire thing as Minho turned to Corey. "But you? What a bitch!"

Everyone was taken aback by his statement, especially Corey. Fair enough, back in high school she was popular, cheer captain and all- but Minho was being a bit harsh if you asked her.

"Be that as it may, d'you think you could just help us out here on that dog thing? Y'know, just for old times' sake?" Changbin spoke softly, trying to persuade the man, but to no avail.

"I could.. but I won't. If I find that dog, he's mine." And with that he was out the door.

The group immediately split up as they had to find the dog before Minho did. Woojin and Changbin ran after Minho, Felix and Jisung was still in the building looking, so Corey and Chan decided to go out to the street and look.

"Berry!" They called every now and then as they walked the block for what felt like hours. "Ber- oh this is ridiculous! We've been all over the neighborhood. He's gone." Chan sighed as he stopped and sat down on a staircase that lead to the front door of an apartment complex. Corey felt her heart drop as she saw the state he was in. She walked over to grab his hand, like she always did.

"Chan, you don't know that." She spoke softly, rubbing the soft skin of his palm. Chan let it go on for only a split second before he snapped back to reality and pulled his hand out of Coreys.

"No, this is just classic Corey! I mean, things just sort of happen around you. I mean you're off in Corey-land, doing your Corey-thing, totally oblivious to people's dogs, or to people's feelings.." He trailed off his angry rant, his words sending a ache in the back of Corey' s throat as it closed up.

"Chan, that is not fair-" She tried, but was instantly cut off.

"No it isn't fair that the fact that you're useless hurts me! I asked you to do something that is literally the easiest thing ever, second after breathing. Had you not been such a bratty bitch in high school, maybe you could actually have paid attention in class and gained a few brain cells. But no! You have kissed more boys than you have IQ points, so it's my fault that I trusted you to keep Berry in a room! No wonder you feel stupid around your family, you’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met." He snapped, this sending tears over the brim of Corey's eyes.

She had always known she wasn't the smartest person out there, and she was more insecure about that than Chan could even begin to imagine. But she had always had the safety of knowing that her best friends never judged her for that- but to hear that one of the most important people in her life viewed her as a dumb slut, that hurt.

"Chan. We're now going to find Berry, and after that- I want you to never speak to me again." Corey spoke in a surprisingly steady voice, as it was low and almost dangerous. They then continued to walk up and down the neighbourhood until they eventually gave up and walked back to the apartment.

When they got back, they got to hear the greatest story of all time, as Minho had accidentally shot a dart at Woojin instead of Berry. After hearing a yelp from the floor below them, they decided story time was over and that they had to check it out in case it was Berry.

On bottom of the stairs, they could see Minho holding a cage with a white and brown dog inside, yelping as it was scared. Berry.

"Alright, we want our dog!" Corey demanded as she rushed down the stairs, the rest of the group hot on her heels. "No, prom queen!" Minho simply replied.

"Oh, c'mon Minho! Alright. In high school I was the prom queen, and I was the homecoming queen and you.. were also there! But if you take this dog, you are going to hurt one of the most important people in my life. You can hate me all you want, but please do not punish him. C'mon, Minho, you have the chance to be the bigger person here! Take it!" Corey spoke, begging in fact. For a second, it looked like they had persuaded him, but once he refused yet again, Corey decided to pull out a trick she had saved for emergency only.

"Alright, well then how about I call your supervisor, and tell her you shot my friend in the ass with a dart?"

The room grew deathly quiet, no one dared to even move. Minho had a look in his eyes that was hard to place, but it didn't matter because after a few more seconds, he gently placed the cage on the floor and turned on his heel. The group cheered among themselves as Chan almost fell to the floor to let Berry out of the cage.

Corey let out a sigh as she saw him hug the dog. She had done what they agreed, now it was his turn to keep up the deal. It was almost as if Chan thought about it too, because after a few minutes, he asked everyone but Corey to leave.

"Corey, I feel so bad, I am so sorry for what I said earlier, you know I didn't mean it-" He started apologizing, but Corey didn't feel as if it was enough.

"No. I don't know that you didn't mean it. It obviously had to come from somewhere. And we have known each others since we were in kindergarten, you know me inside and out, which is why I know you wouldn't have said that unless it was to severely hurt and damage me. You know how insecure I am about those things, and yet. Sorry just doesn't cut it." Corey spoke softly. She thought she would be more angry than she was, but she was too exhausted. Her voice spoke almost as if she had given up.

"But you're my best friend." Chan's voice cracked when he spoke. He grabbed her hand and held it close to his chest, scared that if he let go of her hand, she would vanish. He didn't realize how bad what he had said was, but thinking back on it now, he wanted to knock himself out.

If there was one thing he knew about Corey, it was that she was very insecure about her intelligence. She was the youngest in a family of doctors and lawyers and professors, so of course she felt dumb when she never understood what it was they talked about at the dinner table. But she wasn't. She was one of the smartest people Chan had ever met, but in non-traditional ways. Maybe she couldn't solve a math problem in a second, but she knew how to take care of plants, and how to perfectly fold her clothes so they wouldn't crease. She knew how to put together an outfit with the help of color theory and knowing which patterns not to mix. But none of that mattered, Chan had hit her where it hurt and he had no idea how to fix it.

"If I was your best friend, you wouldn't use that against me- no matter what." Corey spoke softly, almost as if she was comforting him- but as you listened to what she said, you quickly realized that was not the case. She then pulled her hand towards herself, Chan letting out a small yelp as she did so- and turned on her heel and went home.

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That was a lot sory..

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-bentley

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 15

Words Count: 5.6k

TW: Smut (kinda notice that i really suck at writing TW so i apologize T_T cause others write it damn explicitly lmao)

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My eyes widened as the words slipped out of his mouth. I had to play it in my head several times before realizing that yes, he did say it.

Panic suddenly registered in my mind. I wanted him. I knew I wanted him but I also knew that I still can’t erase the fear in my mind.

Because the truth is, I knew why I had been rejecting him all these time, lying to myself and trying so hard not to admit my own feelings. I was very scared of this, of this emotion called love. When you choose to love someone- you’re giving them a weapon to destroy you. A weapon they can wield at anytime you’d never see them coming.

It’s easy to fall in love, yes. But it’s definitely not easy to stay in love. And I’m afraid that I’d lose him because that would tear me apart.

He must’ve been watching me having a mental war against myself because suddenly, he leaned in and pressed a deep lingering kiss on my lips.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. But I just want you to give me a chance and let us try. No, let me try. I want to try and win you over. If you say yes to this, I’ll try my best to win your heart.” He said as he stared down at me.

I felt the butterflies in my stomach going crazy at his words. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I stared back at him, partially wishing that he was joking because I had no idea how to handle the rapid beating of my heart right now. But all I saw as he stared back at me was pure genuine and eyes that were full of sincerity. I slowly nodded. “Okay. I’ll give it a try.”

I watched as his eyes widened and sparkled in excitement. “Really?! You will?! Oh God,” he placed his hand on his chest as if trying to calm himself down and I chuckled at his cuteness. “Thank you so much, Hana. I’m-“ he took a breath, trying to find words to say, “God- I’m just- thank you baby.” He said softly and I melted at how pure his reaction was.

“Although I knew that you were already in it deep for me. It’s just a matter of making you admit to it.” He teased as he smirked at me. The same smirk that I hated so much before for how much it affected me and haunted me. I rolled my eyes at him.

Then I leaned away from him slightly and propped myself on my elbow. “Why would you want me to be your girlfriend even though I can’t give you the answer yet now? Won’t it just be better to, I don’t know- wait it out?” I asked carefully although it also scared me because what if he decided to agree? I’m digging my own grave, yeap.

But his answer took me by surprise. “I just desperately want you to be mine.” He said, eyes looking straight into mine, hand reaching my face to caress my right cheek. “Because I don’t want you to look at any other guys. I don’t want any of them to look at you either and above all, I want people to know you’re mine and that nobody can touch you, except for me.”

“You’re very possessive.” I teased.

“Oh I’m a very jealous man.” He smirked.

“Ew gross maybe I should reconsider my answer.”

Upon hearing this, he tickled me and I screamed. I retaliated by hitting his arms countlessly, asking him to stop. The attack was brief though because his expression was serious again.

“And so that I have every other reason to beat the shit out of anyone that as much as look at your direction, not to mention all those fucking assholes that harasses you,” he growled.

I shuddered hearing this.

He sighed. “I just want to protect you.. God I felt so helpless not being able to do anything because I’m scared you might get creeped out on me and you’re just so fucking clueless with every guy around you and I felt so mad because I want to hurt them but you weren’t mine so what was I supposed to do? Although I still beat some anyways. They all deserved it.” Jimin made a disgusted look.

His confession and his words somehow gave me a feeling that he didn’t start liking me recently. As if he’d kept it bottled for so long. I frowned at him. “Jimin… how long have you liked me?”

I could tell he was surprised by the question. He regarded me briefly before carefully answering, “Three years.”

What? I spluttered. My eyes widened in shock.

He continued to gaze at me fondly. “I’ve liked you ever since you fell on my arms a day before our high school graduation Kim Hana.”

My mouth went agape. “You’re joking!”

“No, baby.” He kissed my forehead briefly. “You’re just clueless about it. I literally sent away every little fanboy you ever had. Ever wondered why they would always confess to you one day and never come again after that?”

My mouth fell open. “Jimin that is so wrong!”

He shrugged. “Needed to keep what’s mine.”

I raised my brows at him. “Think you’re being ahead of yourself at the time. I wasn’t yours.” I rolled my eyes. “I still can’t believe you did that.”

“You made me so much enemy from the amount of fanboys you had.” He chuckled.

“There wasn’t that many!”

“Fourteen Hana! Fourteen. The number of guys that confessed to you. Trust me it kept me so busy the whole year trying to ward them off off you.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“Well why didn’t you just man up and confess to me then?” I dared him.

“If I did, would you have accepted me then?”

I fell silent at this.

He took a deep breath. “Hana, I knew you. And I knew who I was. Or still am, I guess. I skip classes, got involved in a fight, I fuck around, I make problems and the list goes on. And there you were, in your own perfect bubble, smart, gorgeous and sexy all rolled into one. Would you have accepted me then? Seeing how you rejected every other normal guy was enough to remind me who I was. I was a nobody.” He smiled sadly at me.

I was shocked at this revelation. And all these while I thought that he’s the famous one while I’m the nobody. I reached up to caress his cheek.

“Jimin-ah.” I called him softly. “You got it all wrong. I was the nobody and you’re you.. always the centre of attraction with your stupidly good for nothing handsome face, your personality, your charisma, and even though you were,” I quoted him, “as you said, the bad boy, everyone still liked you. And girls! Practically swooning and throwing themselves at you all the time.” I laughed. Then I softened as my hand now cupped his chin. “I was the nobody, Jimin.”

“You’re not nobody.” He frowned. Then he smiled sheepishly at me. “Then.. does that mean that you like me too since you said everybody likes me?”

“Shut up.” I snapped jokingly and turned away from him.

“I need an answer though.” He pouted and he looked so freaking adorable. When I didn’t reply, he attacked me by tickling my ribs and once again the room was filled with my laughter and my screams.

”Stop it, Jimin!” I yelled. He laughed with me and I tried to escape but he was quicker to grip my wrist and held my hands beside my face as he hovered over me, the duvet still covering us both. Surprisingly, he didn’t press me further to answer.

“So what do you say?” He suddenly asked.

“Huh?”

“Yes? To me?”

I bit my lip as I felt my cheeks reddened. His stare burning into mine. Then I shyly nodded.

His face lit up immediately. He leaned down to press his lips against mine softly. “Thank you, Hana,” he murmured.

I loosened my hands from his grip to wrap it around his neck. “No, thank you.”

He smiled down adorably at me. His hip must’ve moved slightly because I suddenly felt the current as he accidentally brushed his cock against my sex. My eyes widened slightly but he appeared oblivious to it as he was leaning down to kiss my forehead.

Damn, I was getting aroused again. As he leaned away, I looked up at him.

“Jimin ah…” I poked his muscled arms.

“Yes baby?”

“I want.. more.” I said sheepishly. He chuckled at me and I looked away, feeling embarrassed. Suddenly he leaned his face down and kissed me briefly before lightly biting down my lower lip. I moaned in response. Then he lowered his hip slightly and I felt his cock brushing against me. I gasped because I could tell he was already hardening.

“You only need to tell.” He smirked at me. “Ready for round two?”

I blushed crazily.

Amber colored light that sifted in through the window woke me up. I felt slightly warm. Lazily, I opened my eyes. I looked to my left to see Jimin still fast asleep, lying on his front. I propped my elbow on the bed and took the time admiring his side profile. I bit my lip. It felt so surreal to wake up next to a guy, a shirtless guy, a shirtless hot guy or basically waking up next to a hot, shirtless Park Jimin. It almost felt like a dream. If he wasn’t currently lying next to me, I would’ve thought last night was a dream.

I felt my cheeks reddening thinking about last night. The night I lost my virginity to Jimin. But he was good.. he was so good I have nothing to complain. Although I didn’t have anything to compare with myself. Come to think of it.. my whole body ache. I felt sore all over my body. Perhaps it was because of all the exercise we did last night. I screamed in my head.

I was practically fanning myself before I had to take a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

I continued to stare at the hot guy beside me. His light snore can be heard. He looked so peaceful in his sleep I couldn’t resist to lean down and plant a soft kiss on his ear.

He then moved slightly and I froze completely. When I thought he’s back to sleeping, I leaned back and gently kissed his lips. I relished at how soft his lips were and how it felt so good against mine. I pulled back slightly but my lips were still ghosting over his. I gasped when suddenly I felt him kissing me back. My eyes widened when he gently tugged my lips so that I had to lean back down to kiss him again.

“J- Jimin..?” I called him in confusion. “You’re awake?”

He bit my lip gently while his hand roamed towards my back. His hand slipped underneath my top and I gasped again.

“You’re awake!”

I felt him smile but his eyes were still closed. After the heat of our love making last night, I put on a plain spaghetti strap top and shorts just because I don’t feel comfortable sleeping naked. Jimin’s hand moved towards my front and I could feel it darting upwards towards my breast. When he did graze his fingers on my breast, I moaned in response.

His smile grew bigger yet his eyes still fluttered close.

“Jimin-“ I whimpered when he groped my breast hard. My back arched from arousal that’s building inside me. When he stopped, I was already breathless, panting and an absolute mess.

Jimin finally opened his eyes and he smiled at my state. “Good morning, baby,” he said, his voice low and raspy and it turned me on so much.

“G-good morning,” I croaked.

For someone who just made a total mess out of me by only touching me with one hand, he sure looked innocent. Scratch that, I knew he was feigning innocence. I hate him so much for that. I quickly sat up and was going to climb out of bed when Jimin tugged my wrist and suddenly I was underneath him as his firm frame pinned me to the bed.

“Not so quick,” he said and then he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. I found myself being drunk in his kiss immediately. He was that good of a kisser. His tongue demanded entrance and I granted it gladly.

I grew more breathless when I felt his hands snaking up on my arms first then on my shoulder before it gently tugged the straps of my top down my arms. I shuddered in desire. He lowered his kisses onto my collarbone as his hands worked to pull my top lower so it pooled on my stomach, my breasts bare for him to see.

He pulled away to admire me and I flushed crimson as he murmured appreciative words. “Fuck- I don’t think I’d ever get tired seeing these. You’re so fucking sexy and beautiful and gorgeous. Really- I can kiss and play with your boobs all day long.” He said so forwardly I bit my lip in embarrassment. Jimin wasted no time going down to suck on my nipples and while his mouth circled wet kisses on one side, his other hand reaching up to massage another. I moaned in pleasure. I already felt my wetness pooling down there so I pulled my legs together, desperate for some friction. I froze a little when my thigh brushed against his erection because Jimin sleeps naked.

Jimin apparently was aware of this because he put his hand in between my legs to stop me from pushing it together. He stopped harassing my boobs only to look up at me briefly, “Why press your legs together when I’m here to satisfy all your needs?” He smirked and I felt my mouth went dry at his words.

Continuing to lick and placing playful bites on my breasts in between, he skillfully spread my legs apart as his hand find its way towards my clit. He started to rub circles on my entrance and I whimpered in pleasure.

“God- you’re already dripping wet,” he whispered and I sensed his fingers already teasing at my entrance.

I suddenly remembered that we had classes to attend! In panic, I glanced at my side table and my eyes widened when the clock stated it was already 8:30 in the morning. We have class at 9 for fuck’s sake! “Oh God, Jimin we’re going to be late for class!”

He stopped all his acts immediately and pulled away to glance at the clock too. Then he looked at me before smirking, “It’s okay. We can make it in time.” I gasped when he quickly pulled my shorts along with my underwear down.

He pushed himself forward so that his face was level with mine as he aligned his hip with my entrance. I had no idea when he took the condom out but I waited impatiently as he rolled it onto his cock. I jerked forward slightly when I felt his hard erection near my entrance. I was already dripping wet for him and needy for his cock. I grew restless when he was still making himself wet by running his dick up and down my wet pussy.

“Just put it in already,” I groaned, putting my embarrassment aside and he chuckled.

“Impatient as ever, Miss Kim Hana.” He said and then without warning, he pushed his upright cock inside me and I whimpered as he filled me entirely.

He didn’t move for a moment and we both stilled as we savour the course of pleasure running through us.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, feeling high as I clutched the bed sheet desperately.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking tight Hana,” he let out a breathy, almost inaudible exhale. He gave me a few seconds to adjust before he started thrusting into me. He bent down to bury his head on my shoulder and I immediately threw my hands on his back, hugging him tight as he moved above me.

“Jimin-“ I moaned as his thrusts became faster and hitting me deeper to the hilt inside me, earning a series of cry from me. “God, this feels so good-“

He pumped in and out into me and I can sense the pressure building in my stomach, telling me that I was almost at my limit.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” I said desperately while panting hard. My fingers curled on Jimin’s back, my fingernails digging on his skin as I felt my core tightening and I threw my head back as my body convulsed from the intense orgasm.

“Fuck, I love seeing you cum,” Jimin whispered, also breathless as he still pounded into me. He thrusted several times more into me before he too felt himself reaching its climax. “Oh fuck-“ he moaned and immediately came after that. He stilled above me, his hands gripping the bed sheets tight as orgasm coursed through him. It was a beautiful sight seeing Park Jimin in his high state from orgasm.

My fingers traced lightly on his toned abs and he slowly opened his eyes, smiling fondly at me. He leaned down to kiss me softly before rolling to the side and unwrapped the condom from his cock and threw it in the dustbin.

Shit, I only slept a night with Jimin and we already used up three condoms. I bit my lip as I flushed crimson.

“Well, I guess I might need to restock on that soon.” He smirked at me.

“Pervert.”

“I can’t help it, you’re just so fucking sexy and it turned me on all the time. God I think I’m addicted to you.”

I giggled. “I’m addicted to you too,” I whispered before turning to kiss him gently. He smiled against my lips and I couldn’t help to do so too. Then I quickly sat up. “Come on, we’re so late,” I said as I climbed out of bed.

“Should join you for a shower then.” He said as he raised out of bed.

I turned immediately. “Definitely no. Otherwise, we won’t be getting out of there in time. You’re gonna shower after me.” I said and he rolled his eyes at me but didn’t proceed to follow me. Good. I needed some me time anyway. And I definitely wasn’t ready to have Jimin seeing me pee or brush my teeth.

I showered hastily because I was anxious about being late to school. As I stepped out of the shower, I saw Jimin sitting on the edge of his bed with his towel draped on his shoulder. He looked up immediately and a devilish smirk played on his face. He raised to his feet and stalked forward towards me.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“I know that look. And if you continue to give me that look, we’re so gonna be late.” He was now right in front of me and I shuddered when he leaned down to nuzzle my neck.

“I told you I can’t help it. Not when you’re only using this towel,” he whispered, “and I can easily pull it down like.. this,” he tugged my towel down and I screamed as I frantically held my towel in place.

“Stop it! We’re late!” I glared at him. He just chuckled in response before walking past through me and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

As soon as he was out of sight, I gasped in horror when I realised that I didn’t bring any spare clothes.

Biting my lips, I decided to go into Jimin’s walk-in closet. Screw it, I thought. It’s not like you’ve never worn his shirt before. Yeah, but not to class! My mind scolded me but I had no time to dwell on it. I quickly hunted for a hoodie and I found a maroon coloured hoodie. I put it on and sighed as I matched it with my short black jeans from yesterday.

I was trying to bring order to the chaos of my hair in front of Jimin’s huge ass mirror when the door to the walk in closet opened and Jimin stepped in. I froze in place as soon as I saw him. I gulped unknowingly at his sight. He was standing deliciously half naked at me. His towel hung just below his hips. My eyes can’t help but to travel across his stomach.. there sat a perfectly toned abs. My eyes darted lower.. his V line popping tantalizingly. I could see the veins down there… near his happy trail..

“Hey, it’d hurt me a lot if you like my body more than my heart,” he said as he sauntered towards me.

I quickly snapped out of my intense scrutinisation of this man that has the entire features of a Greek god, an Adonis. I unknowingly licked my lower lips that had gone dry as he walked towards me. You’ve seen him naked, Hana! My mind scolded me. I know, but he just looked so glorious with his wet hair and all the lights that seemed to highlight his perfectly toned body- “I- I don’t like your body more than your heart-“ I stammered and I cursed myself in my mind. At this rate I’m quite sure that I am seemingly unable to utter any coherent response when my entire body goes haywire because of Park Jimin.

“You sure about that?” He smiled at me. He was now framing me and I was pushed to sit on the edge of the dressing table. He lifted my chin with his fingers. My breath hitched and he leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on my lips.

When he released me, I found myself gasping for air. God, Jimin and his ability to suck the entire air out of me from a simple kiss. He regarded me up and down for a moment.

“I-I didn’t bring spare clothes.” I quickly explained.

“I told you I like you wearing my clothes.” He said then he frowned. “Are you only wearing those shorts?”

I nodded. Where’s he going with this?

“It’s fucking Fall now. You’re gonna catch a cold.” He growled.

I rolled my eyes. “I have my coat with me.”

He narrowed his eyes at me briefly before saying, “Fine. But I don’t want you wearing shorts anymore.” He grazed my cheeks slightly before setting off to hunt for his own clothes. Jeez, bossy. I didn’t realise I was holding my breath the entire time. But then my eyes went to Jimin who had his back on me as he faced his closet. My eyes widened as he casually took off his towel. I had never bolted so fast in my life. I swore I heard him chuckle as soon as I stepped out of his closet.

I clutched my chest and I could hear my rapidly beating heart. God, Park Jimin is so not healthy for my lungs and brains and nerves or any other system in my body.

We arrived at the university just in time before class. I thought I was going to die from heart attack seeing how Jimin drove to make us arrive in time. I practically begged him to drop me first and he could enter a bit later but he just glared at me. I sunk lower in my seat as Jimin stepped out of the car and went to my side. I wasn’t ready for this.

I jumped when he pulled my door open. I looked up pleadingly at him but he just rolled his eyes in response.

“Come on, or we’ll really be late.” He warned, his hand extended out to me.

I could already see a few students stopping in their tracks, turning to look at us. Oh God. I feel like I wanna die. I shut my eyes closed tightly.

Suddenly I felt Jimin’s breath near my ears. “Come out now Hana, or I’ll call you baby as loud as I want in front of everyone,” he whispered. My eyes flung open immediately. I glared at him but he only smirked in response. God! He’s so annoying!

I took a deep breath before letting myself out, completely ignoring Jimin’s hands. I walked so fast but he was beside me within seconds.

Okay, Hana. Forget about this. The more you act unnatural, the more people were gonna suspect. I took another deep breath and started walking in a normal pace. Well, it’s not like I never walked with Jimin. I nodded at myself.

We were almost at the locker and I spotted Ah Young immediately. I was about to dash towards her when suddenly I felt Jimin lacing his fingers with mine. My eyes were about to bulge out of its socket and I turned to look at Jimin instantly. He smiled sweetly at me in response. Oh my God, Park fucking Jimin. I swore I’m gonna kill him. I knew he knew that I was boiling inside!

I tried to pull my hands away only for him to tighten his grip. Lord, save me from the embarrassment please! I awkwardly walked towards Ah Young whose jaw was practically on the floor now as I kept on trying to yank my hand away from Jimin’s grip.

I suddenly felt aware of all the eyes on us, on me. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jungkook who was staring sharply at us. Oh fuck. Then I found my gaze torn towards Yoo Nara who was standing near Jimin’s locker. She was FUMING at us. Double fuck.

As soon as we arrived at my locker, Jimin leaned down to whisper at my ears, “See you later.” His lips brushing ever so slightly with my ears, as if he was kissing it and I shuddered. And with that, he headed off to his class. I let out a huge breath, finally being able to breathe.

I looked to my left and saw Ah Young in complete shock, her mouth still wide opened. “Oh my God, you and-“

I shot her a look. “Let’s not talk about it now.”

“Oh my-“ she said then she frowned, her eyes narrowed at me. “You’re wearing a different hoodie. I’ve never seen this hoodie before.”

Fuck. I froze in place. Then I pulled my coat tighter around me in hope to cover most of the hoodie. “Uh, I just bought it.”

She eyed me intently. Then she gasped. “Oh my God, did you spend the night with him?” She almost half shriek and immediately my hands went towards her mouth. She then realised her fault for being too loud so she held her head down, her face wearing the guilty expression.

I glared at her before closing my locker door and turning on my heels. She was beside me instantly. There was a few moments of silence before she dropped another bomb.

“Have you guys had sex already?” she whispered.

The fuck? I gulped immediately. How does she even know? I swore Ah Young has extra antennas for shits like this. I must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights because she gasped again.

“Oh. My. God.” She said, emphasising each words. “You did, didn’t you?”

“Stop it, Ah Young.” I glared at her. We were both now entering the lecture hall and immediately Jungkook caught my eyes. He was staring at me with an expression I couldn’t understand before he looked away.

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

I sighed in exasperation. “Later.” I said grudgingly and she exclaimed in response.

The day didn’t get any better. I felt like everywhere I go, there were eyes on me. Or was it just me being paranoid? Jimin has had several girlfriends before… doesn’t he? Or perhaps they were shocked that the invincible Kim Hana had fallen for Park Jimin and managed to become ‘just another girl’ in his long series of girls. I sighed.

“I think the entire school had turned into chaos.” Ah Young said as she glanced around.

So.. I guess I wasn’t being paranoid. We were at the school cafeteria and I had been forking my lunch with my head down because I forgot how much I despise gaining attention especially because of guys.

“I don’t know why’s everyone making a big deal out of it.”

“Well, one because you’re Kim Hana. Another is because he’s Park Jimin.”

I looked at her, deadpanned.

“Because you both are literally the opposite pole!”

Huh. That kind of made sense.

“Seriously, I think everyone probably knew about it by now. I mean like, you guys appeared holding hands-“

“It wasn’t my idea!”

“Anyway,” she cut me off. “I think Yoo Nara saw you guys. Heck, everyone saw! Even his annoyingly handsome group.”

I buried my face in my palms as I groaned. This wasn’t what I wanted.

“Don’t worry. Everyone’ll get over it in a few days.” She nodded encouragingly at me. “Or weeks,” she added.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

I pestered Ah Young to finish lunch so early that now I still had a lot of time left before lunch break ended so I headed to the library to borrow a few Economics books I needed.

“Thanks.” I said to the librarian as I checked the books out.

I was too busy flipping the pages of the books that I didn’t see what’s coming in front of me.

“Oh!” I yelped as I felt someone hit my shoulder with a thud. My books flew to the floor. “I’m sorry!” However, when I looked up I wasn’t met with the sight I expected.

Yoo Nara was glaring at me. Did she perhaps purposefully bumped my shoulder? She glared at me for a few seconds before marching off angrily.

Whoa. What’s up with that?

I frowned as I bent down to pick up my books.

I heard someone whistling. “So, you’re dating that motherfucker now, huh?”

I looked up immediately and saw Jae was standing right infront of me.

“Go away, Jae.” I said and attempted to walk past him but he blocked my path. I glared at him.

“You know, he’s not really what he appeared to be.”

“And how does he appear to be?” I asked impatiently.

He shrugged lazily. “Just can’t believe you’re into bastards like that.” He stepped closer to me. “What, am I not bad enough for you?”

I was starting to feel annoyed now. “Move away Jae.” I warned.

“You do know he’s one hell of a playboy right? He had probably fucked half of the college girls already.”

I flinched.

“He’s gonna dump you soon anyway so I had no idea why you’re wasting your time.”

“Hana!” I’ve never spun so fast hearing my name being called. It was Jungkook who called from a few metres behind me. “You okay?” He half shouted. His head slightly tilted to look at Jae in front of me.

“Yeah,” I said to him and turned back around to face Jae. He was glaring at Jungkook. He scoffed before turning on his heels.

I frowned slightly. That was easy. Was it because of Jungkook?

“Hey Hana.” Jungkook had now caught up beside me.

“Hey.” I smiled at him.

“You’re heading to your locker?”

I nodded.

He grinned. “Me too. Let’s go together then.”

“Sure.”

When we reached the locker though, I had no idea why but my eyes were so quick to get locked with another pair of delicate eyes. Jimin was staring at me across the hall, frowning slightly when his eyes rested at Jungkook.

Apparently Jungkook had caught the lasers Jimin sent. He bid me goodbye immediately. “See you at the cafe later.” He said.

I smiled apologetically at him. I turned around to face my locker and jumped seconds later when someone closed my locker door harshly.

“Jimin!” I glared at him and reopened my locker door.

He had his back leaned against the locker next to me.

“Can you just quit your parttime job?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s just a friend, Jimin.”

He scoffed but didn’t comment further. “You’re done for today?”

I nodded.

“Where are you going?” He asked when he saw me turn.

“My part time job!” I said and waved him goodbye.

JIMIN’S POV

“Look, it’s the loverboy!” The boys shouted as soon as I slouched myself on the couch at the usual hangout place.

Hoseok hyung went to sit beside me, a bag of chips on his hands. “Jimin ah.” He called, face serious.

I looked at him expectantly.

“Hyung is happy for you and Hana..”

When he didn’t continue, I asked, “But..?”

“But what about Yoo Nara though?”

I frowned and just shook my head. Not something that I want to discuss now.

“You know you’re gonna have to tell Hana soon, right?”

I didn’t reply after that.

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[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Deca-Dence 5 - 6 | Moriarty 3 - 4 | Yashahime 4 - 5 | Maou-jou 4 | I7 s2 5 (22) | Akudama 4 - 5 | HypMic 5 - 6 | Taiso Samurai 4 | HPGC 4

Deca-Dence 5

“…cannon won’t ignite in time!” The subbers spell cannon as “canon” later as well.

Off to the cliffside, where Kaburagi goes to die…

Deca-Dence 6

“Maybe someone intervened.” – I think Minato did, somehow.

This Death Dive reminds me of Wipeout.

Moriarty 3

I once made up a quote that goes, “When life detests you, fight back.” I think it’s also roughly along the lines of advice Albert needs.

I remembered an odd line from Macbeth: “Brother, he has killed me!” Seriously, Moriarty is scarier than some actual horror anime, I swear…Update: It’s actually “he has killed me, Mother!”, but same impact.

I had my hands over my mouth from the moment the fire began. That’s how intense this is.

This ED…doesn’t sound like an ED. It sounds like the OP for a different anime, like Joker Game or something. Also, having Saito Soma as Gentaro and Moriarty…is a bit unsettling because they have a lot of overlap but one’s basically the evil twin of the other.

Yashahime 4

“…was raised here…”

“…we can…”

I felt a heart twinge when I saw Towa tear up…man, it’s been years since I last dealt with Inuyasha properly.

“…nights where I can’t fall asleep.” – So…you’ll play it a lot then, Setsuna.

Oh, so Kirara is a nekomata? I never knew until now.

Kikyo!

According to the mythology, the kirin rules over the middle…so why is Kirinmaru the monster in the east?

Is “s***” unwarranted here? I didn’t have the volume on, so I don’t know…Going back, I think Moroha said “kuso”, but it’s still kinda weird to have a swear word in a mostly family-friendly series in a slot near Detective Conan. (Then again, Detective Conan is where I learnt “kuso” from…so my standards are probably not as up-to-scratch as they should be.)

Rin! People keep saying Rin is the mother of the girls and it’s basically the only conclusion that could be done, considering the relationship the two had…but it’s still kind of squick…(Says a person who has no problem with SGRS s2’s ending.)

Update: Someone on ANN said the teacher’s name (Osamu Kirin) being similar to Kirinmaru is sketchy and I agree.

Maou-jou 4

There’s no pun for Rocket Turtle…that’s kinda startling, actually.

I’m not going to translate the eyecatches anymore. Seems they were actually translated in the manga and someone just copies them over or something.

I’ve seen some characters use wa when they really aren’t that feminine. However, the voice Suwabe uses for the Sorceror leads me to believe this guy really is trying to be feminine, even if in just a vocal capacity.

…aw, no puns here too.

Oh no, the seal…!

…hmm? The Scissors Sorceror’s info is…we’re not allowed to look at it. That’s what the red text says.

…my brain exploded for a second when I suddenly heard jazz music. It’s a Detective Conan parody! *screams*

Iina! doesn’t really mean “Lucky!” It means more like “cool!” or “It’s good, isn’t it?”

I7 s2 5

I missed these boys!

I like the Kinako transition. It’s cute.

I don’t really like it when Tenn looks at the screen…it gives me 1st person cam vibes.

Why is Tsunashi being called “this”, anyway?

Oh yeah…mensore = youkoso = welcome.

Uh oh…is Yuki actually evil???

Riku (earth) vs. Tenn (heaven). Hmm.

I still can’t believe they don’t believe Gaku is the soba guy. It’s so obvious!

Chikuzen-ni.

Someone on staff ships Gaku and Tsumugi together…hmm…

Oh! So this is DESTINY, huh? I’ve probably heard it on Spotify before, but I don’t recognise it by sheer sound like I do HypMic. (Then again, the half-year off the airwaves probably really hurt I7, man…)

Akudama 4

Say what you will about how bad Funi translations can get…they’re definitely entertaining!

Geesh, Doctor gets all the sexy shots, but Brawler gets all the ab shots. Can I get a sexy Courier shot…?

“…she’s right.” – There’s a lot of dialogue here, so…uh, who’s “she” in this case?

What’s a “bro fro”?

Wow, Brawler, talk about being punched into next Tuesday…(partially joking)

Swindler’s face, LOL. (I know she’s an ordinary gal, but calling her “Swindler” is shorter to type.)

I remember reading around and people agree Swindler works at the Seal Centre.

The shark and bunny’s shirts say things like “Kanto/Kansai”, “earth, air/water” and “pollution/clean” during their montage.

“feminist” – Uh, ex-squeeze me?! Feminism does not equal “ladies first” or “going easy on ladies”. Update: I went and listenend to it and although one of my ears is mysteriously almost constantly plugged these days, I’m fairly sure Doctor did not say “feminist” (in katakana). Update 2: Then I listened to it again and…I’m not sure anymore.

LOL, Hoodlum hit the in-series camera. With his face.

Oh, vault = garage or storage. Right, how did I not know that?

Cat, nooooooooooooooooo! Don’t die!

HypMic 5

After the two “darker” divisions, it seems almost strange to not have a “dark” introduction about the seedy underbelly of alt. future Japan…

Oh, my gosh. That’s Ichijiku on the phone.

The studio has the word “drops” on it.

Lemme guess: Neither hand!...Yup.

The only spoiler I know for this ep. is it’s a Halloween episode, and “Ramuda ruins Halloween”. That quote is way too subjective to mean anything, though…

…hmm, Gentaro doesn’t say “shousei” in that sentence involving “this humble bard” (not that I heard, but one of my ears is mysteriously plugged after I stayed up late browsing Twitter on my phone – don’t tell anyone that, though! They’re not meant to know!). Gentaro is not a humble bard (although that would translate “shousei” quite correctly in the Shakespearean), he’s an author.

LOL, that “ding!”

Gentaro actually says “ghostbusters” in katakana, LOL.

I almost thought this Shinjuku man was Doppo…but no, this Aoyama Cemetery exists. It has nice cherry blossoms.

The “dun dun dun” soundtrack is great. It really sets the atmosphere.

Gentaro really is an idiots’ minder, just as I used to characterise him. (Then the FP and M manga and developments regarding Ramuda being evil changed my mind.)

I-Is this just gonna be an episode of FP being scared and Ramuda yelling? It’s fun for a bit, but when you’re stopping to analyse every few seconds, Ramuda’s voice is gonna get annoying eventually…

Kurosu seems to be a cross between Jyushi and Doppo.

This ep…makes FP look money-crazy. Dice is only money-crazy when he’s broke…because of course you would be…but the others aren’t.

That rock track that plays when FP hand out flyers is cool!

Are they…eating squid?...Welp, squid jerky. I’d say I’m correct.

Oh, so they’re all street photographers? Not just Tom?

I was wondering…how would the “tie to a different division” occur in episode 5, considering episode 6 is where the plot really kicks in? Turns out…they tie back to BB, which is not a thing I was expecting at all.

BB have a BB tablet…makes sense, because I think Hypster have iPhone cases for each division.

Oh, they’re planting the seeds of Ramuda’s ability here, so to speak. By knowing what Hypnosis Mics are capable of doing, you can see the building blocks of Rap Abilities as well.

Okonbanwa! The extra O is meant to make things formal, but only in front of nouns (sometimes it’s “go”, e.g. goshujin), so it’s Ramuda being overly formal to be cutesy and unconventional.

*lightbulb goes off in head* It makes sense that the group affiliated with illusions and randomness does the Halloween episode, actually.

…Yargh! Of course all these onee-sans are FP stans!...*lightly touches temple, as if to get rid of a headache* I should’ve known.

The new song is “Shibuya Ghost Night” by Tokyo Health Club, Yuki “T-Groove” Takahashi and Yuma Hara.

*stops video before the darn airhorn sounds* Thank goodness…hey, isn’t this quote from Magical Girl Spec-Ops Asuka…?

This episode is very seasonal, but doesn’t really make sense outside of airing on Halloween. C’mon, couldn’t you have given us a Sasara appearance instead of having Ramuda yell down the house…? I knew the FP episode was going to be either lighthearted with a dark undercurrent, like the BB ep (considering we haven’t gotten to Ramuda dying yet), or full-on lighthearted, but…I somehow wonder if the staff had an empty spot labelled “Fling Posse episode” due to COVID and went, “Okay, it airs on Halloween this year, let’s make it Halloween-inspired”…or something. Also, I feel Gentaro got the short end of the stick here.

Update: As for yakuwarigo, Ramuda trends towards the feminine side, which is not something I noticed until my groupwork partner pointed it out to me. The message in this episode has a “yone”, which proves that point even further. “Dayo~n” is a variant of the gender-neutral “yo” ending. Meanwhile, I have game samples that prove Dice uses “ze” like BB/MTC, while Gentaro uses “yo” and desu/masu like Jakurai, so it was really Ramuda anyone wanted to pay attention to since his speech patterns are the most feminine-leaning, possibly due to his extensive hanging out with ladies. (I once read a Tofugu post on how non-binary people deal with language that said if you hang out with ladies a lot, you take on feminine yakuwarigo and if you hang out with guys a lot, you do the same in that direction, but I clearly remember Ramuda using “sa”, which is a slightly male-leaning ending.)

Taiso Samurai 4

There’s something in the background which stops me from listening to it and one of my ears is blocked, but I gotta find out what Tackey was saying about the NHK Cup (the joke, I mean). Update: So I think it’s ninja/nukihara/kekkou, but I may have heard that wrong due to my blocked ear…I should get someone to clean it out properly.

Here’s the YoI monologue about competitions again. <- (neutral on it) Also, NHK is in English letters/romaji in the term “NHK Cup”, but the “Cup” isn’t (it’s in kanji).

Sekigahara had a huge historical battle.

Huh? This episode’s called “Samurai Musume (daughter)”, so…where did “Battling Samurai” come from? That’s one of the previous episodes, right?

Selfies, before they were cool.

I was wondering if Leo actually calls Rei “Rachel” like he calls Jotaro “Joe”…and he does. I just haven’t paid much attention to the audio, that’s all.

The Battle of Chibi? Never heard of it until now, but the Battle of Red Cliffs is the same thing.

Leo Naruto runs…LOL.

If Rei was in 4th grade in 2002…are we going to see the characters in the present in the end? She would be 28 in 2020.

I guess I should’ve guessed from “hat trick”, but a Bergkamp trap is related to soccer.

There’s a random Japanese-sounding track in the background…didn’t expect that.

A cemetery…on the day after Halloween.

“Grandma’s place” = the bar…Ohhhhhhhhhh. I was wondering, didn’t the grandma and Rei live together? Then it all came together.

Jim Beeam (sic), LOL.

I wonder, are Tackey and Ayu dating like he asks?

Gotta love a man in a suit! *chef’s kiss*

Yashahime 5

Who’s this Tokotsu guy again…? Also, the “ja” in Jakotsumaru means “young”.

Oh, Myoga. It’s been a while.

Can there be 4 Perils when there’s only 3 of them…?

Well, it makes sense that a dog demon would have demon fleas…in a sense.

Why is “trying to swallow up this world and turn it into a degenerate age” (or whatever Kirinmaru’s aim is) so vague? You could say the present is already an age of mass degeneracy…

Maybe the Dream Butterfly took Moroha’s memories…?

Wait, why is Myoga only allowed to drink Moroha’s blood when she puts on the rouge?

So this is an arhat. Also, aren’t morals an Anglophone ideal imported into Japan and the rest of Asia? That’s what separates Towa from Setsuna.

Akudama 5

This drone definitely won’t come in handy at all…(sarcastic)

There’s an Evangelion feel to these “masks”…

That box is like Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs! It’s great!

I like how the kids jump to the potential fact (?) this is a Swindler trick.

You can see Courier’s bike in the background when the bunny says “…and I mean everything.”

*Knights of Sidonia music starts playing* Search! And! Destroy! *record scratch as music stops*

I think this little discussion between Courier and Swindler will go down in Akudama Drive history as one of my favourite moments because it’s the little conversations that count. Also…does Courier have a mechanical hand, or is that just me thinking weird things…? Is that a glove?

Ooh, scars. Sexy. (On the Executioner Master, at least.)…Now I get why the guy wears that mouth covering.

HypMic 6

Halfway through the season already…? Yikes, how time flies. By the way, my assignment’s come and gone so I don’t need to focus on it anymore.

Hmm? Why did the subbers put “Prime Minister” when Ichijiku merely says “yes”…?

Wait, 1st question: how does one sign up for a rap battle? I don’t think that’s ever been answered. 2nd question (well, not a question): Dice is paying attention to Otome now…

I’m fairly sure that red brick warehouse was just that…as in the Red Brick Warehouse in Yokohama, which was also featured in Bungou Stray Dogs. Update: Oh, it’s (partially) a shopping mall…? I didn’t know that until now.

See, I told you they’re (Tom, Iris and Rex) probably foreigners…

That one shot of Jakurai? *chef’s kiss* Beautiful. Give me a million of ‘em. (Okay, I’m kidding to some degree, but I can’t help staring at it. Jakurai’s just too pretty…)

“Tweet-like lyrics”? Eh? When was Twitter a collective pessimist?

Oh, that’s basically the scene from the drama track. Where the heck is Jakurai fishing though…? I always imagined it to be at a river or a pier, not some concrete complex. Update: According to a user on Twitter, the fishing place is called “Ichigaya Fishing Centre”. It is, as you would expect, found in Shinjuku. Apparently, even Osomatsu-san featured the place...which would explain why it looks vaguely familiar to me.

Wow, I can’t believe how upfront they’re being about Ramuda breaking up TDD.

Ramuda thought in his deep voice…I almost didn’t recognise it for a second. It doesn’t even sound like Shirai. It sounds more like…Hayami, in fact.

“F*** yeah!” - …and they’re still going with the F bomb. Keep being you, subbers, keep being you.

That shot of Saburo in a dimly-lit room almost looks like the SR card in ARB, except in that one he has his headphones on (and might be outside, to my memory).

Oh, so the round thing really is Ichiro’s ring. It’s got an “I” on it too, i.e. the Roman numeral for one.

*Ichiro explains what happened to TDD from his and Samatoki’s side* - I don’t think we’ve ever seen the story from Ichiro’s or Samatoki’s perspective enough to know either thought this (or this way).

“Jiro! Saburo! Let’s go!” - …and Tom’s just taking photos as they leave, LOL.

I didn’t expect the TsudaKen guy to be back again, really.

Well, if this Google route is to be believed, “Sadamezuka’s soul” only lasts about 30 minutes by car crossing from one point to the other, hence Jiro’s remark.

Googling “Toyotama” and “Toyotama Line” gets you…Ghost of Tsushima links…?

…hmm. I’m not listening to it on a hugely loud volume, so I can’t quite tell what the pun is, but I think the word for “monk” in this case is “bouzu”. Then what’s the word for “electric dynamo”…? Update: The pun, according to Takahisa Maeyama, is Erekiteruteru Bouzu.

That ticking thing was really effective in terms of the song…but sasuga HypMic. Things went ka-blammo again.

So we’re probably going to see BB’s first DRB round next ep…or Matenrou doing another takedown similar to ep. 3. Or both. Both is good. (Or it could be the FP/M side of things, much like we got the BB/MTC side of things here.)

...Uh, shouldn’t that be “dawn”? The anime’s generally been very good about this (aside from the obvious typo in the BB logo), but…welp, they’ve done it now.

Update: The LOVE you see Hifumi and Doppo near is this one.

Update 2: As for the yakuwarigo, it…turns out, to no one’s surprise, it stays oddly consistent across all media, although individual treatment of the characters can differ depending on the author.

HGPC 4

Ooh, is this Element of Light?

Fate/Stay PreCure! Here we come!

Moriarty 4

Why is the “to” capitalised? (Is that even capitalised?)

Quinine.

I kind of knew the grapefruit and the heart condition and/or quinine would be relevant somehow…and boy howdy, was I right! I just didn’t really know what it was going to do, that’s all.

I thought the ED didn’t match very well, but looking at the translated lyrics…now it kind of makes sense.

[robinskey]

Coworkers (pt 2) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Part One//Part Three

A/N: This is the second, considerably longer part to Coworkers (which you can read here, if you haven’t already. Thanks for the request, anon!

Warnings: Steve being a drunk mess, one(?) swear word

Request: Heyyy could you do steve x fem! reader where reader thinks steve and robin are a thing and reader kinda ignores steve for a time until one day( he is super drunk) he goes to her house and just says he wants her back (even tho they never dated) thank you!!

Steve and Robin started work the following week. 

You didn’t get many shifts with either of them. When Keith scheduled them, he almost always scheduled them together. You suspected it was because he thought Robin’s surplus of brain cells would be able to make up for Steve’s lack of them. You also had a sneaking suspicion that Keith had started to develop a bit of a crush on you, and he didn’t particularly like the idea of you working with another guy-especially one as attractive as Steve Harrington. 

Clearly, he was oblivious to the fact that Steve wasn’t interested in you. He and Robin obviously had something going on. Steve gave her a ride to work almost every day, even when it wasn’t his shift. The two of them were constantly teasing each other, and Robin referred to Steve as “dingus” and “Stevie” more than she used his actual name. Even though you questioned Keith’s motivation for making it so, you were glad you didn’t have to work with Steve very often. Listening to him constantly go on about how great his (girl)friend was bothered you a lot more than it probably should have. You told yourself you didn’t know why you felt that way, but you knew. Of course you knew. You weren’t like Keith, completely oblivious in matters of love. 

No, you were smart. You were self-aware. Self-aware enough to recognize that you were starting to develop feelings for your new coworker and former classmate. And as if it wasn’t bad enough to start crushing on Steve Harrington, you were crushing on Steve Harrington while he was crushing on someone else. It was a recipe for disaster-something you wanted to avoid at all costs. 

So, while you were cordial with Steve at work, you were never overly friendly with him. You made small talk but kept your responses short and to-the-point. When he invited you to grab a bite to eat with him and Robin after work, you politely declined. You did everything right. Yet, the more you pushed away, it seemed, the more he tried to befriend you. Nonetheless, you rejected every invitation he offered and always went straight home after your shift.

One evening, you were sitting in your living room, watching a stupid program on TV. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, so you had the whole house to yourself. It would have been a great excuse for you to tag along to the party Steve had told you about earlier that day. However, you were perfectly happy with your own company, rather than that of the boy who you knew didn’t feel the same way about you that you did him. Besides, you weren’t totally alone; your dog was curled up on the sofa next to you, snoring peacefully as you rubbed her belly.

And then, of course, the doorbell had to ring. 

Your small dog instantly sprung into attack mode. She yipped as the bell rang once, twice, three times, all in quick succession, followed by a rhythmic knock. You considered sprinting into the kitchen to search for a weapon against the crazy person that was clearly on the other side of the door. Then, the nut job spoke.

“Hello? Is this the Y/L/N residence?” The words slurred together slightly, but you thought you recognized the deep voice.

Against your better judgment, you called out, “That depends. Who is this?”

“This is Mr. Steve Harrington, sir. Reporting for duty.”

That gave you the motivation to actually rise from the couch, pace across the room, and fling open the front door. 

Sure enough, Steve Harrington stood on your porch. He wore a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was somehow messier than ever, standing up in every direction, as though he’d just rubbed a balloon around on his head. And his skin had a rosy tint to it, especially on the tip of his nose. 

“Why hello there, Ms. Y/L/N. How are you this fine evening?” he asked. He attempted to lean one arm against the doorframe, missed the wall, and stumbled. You laughed, but he was too far gone to be embarrassed about it, so he just regained his balance and tried again. This time, he landed the pose. However, the time for it to be considered “cool” had long passed.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know.” He mumbled something incoherent, then added, “I was in the neighborhood.”

You raised your eyebrows and repeated, “The neighborhood?”

“Yeah, the neighborhood.” Steve waved his free hand around vaguely. “You know, where your neighbors live.”

“Yeah, Steve, I know what a neighborhood is. But I thought the party at the Kennedys’ was on Oak Street.” Steve’s head bobbed up and down, and you furrowed your brows. “Isn’t that, like, four blocks away?” He nodded once again in confirmation. Your frown deepened. “Did you drive?” 

Finally, Steve shook his head “no,” and when you asked how he got here, he answered, “I flew here on a magical horse.” 

“Steve-“

“I walked, okay? Jeez. Killjoy.” 

His arm started to slide down the door frame again. You grabbed his shoulders to steady him, and he stumbled forward into your arms. 

“Are we hugging now? Mm. This is nice.” 

Steve’s hot breath tickled your neck, which might have been something of a turn-on if he didn’t reek of alcohol. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of inviting an ultra-intoxicated Steve Harrington into your house. However, the Indiana winter was relentless that night. In the two minutes you’d been standing on your porch, your teeth had already begun to chatter, and Steve’s lips carried a blue hue. If you left your inebriated coworker to his own devices, he’d probably catch hypothermia in a matter of minutes. Thus, you decided to let him stay. You half-guided, half-dragged him to the sofa. When you turned to take a seat in the nearby armchair, Steve’s fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“I don’t bite, you know,” he slurred.

Dumbfounded, you collapsed next to him. As the couch cushion sunk under your weight, Steve followed the motion. You had to give him a gentle shove to prevent him from falling onto your lap.

“Jeez, Steve. How much did you have to drink?”

A giggle escaped his pink lips. “What ever would make you think I’ve been drinking, Y/N?”

“Because, Harrington, you’re not usually this much of an idiot,” you said. 

Steve clasped a hand over his heart as though you’d just stabbed it and murmured “ouch.” 

“Do you want me to call someone to come pick you up? I could look up your number in the phonebook-”

“No way,” he said. “My dad would kick my ass.”

“Okay, fine. I mean…” You glanced around, eyes landing on the wall clock whose little hand pointed to the one. “I could drive you home, I guess.”

“No need,” Steve said. “I have my magic horse, remember? So I can fly home whenever I want.” He cupped one of his hands around his mouth and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I actually came here ‘cause I want to talk to you.”

“Okay,” you said, drawing out the word in confusion. “Look, I don’t have any influence over who Keith gives a raise, if that’s what you wanted to talk about. I know Hawkins Family Video doesn’t pay much but-”

“No, no, no, no, no.” As if the string of “no”s couldn’t convey his point well enough, Steve also shook his head, sending his wild curls into motion. He uttered a final “no” before adding, “Actually, I’m not here for me. I’m here for you.” 

Before you could realize what was happening, Steve booped your nose. You just stared at him, partially in stunned silence and partially in bewilderment.

“You’re real cute. You know that?” he asked. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a blissful smile while yours creased into a deep frown. His followed suit. Concern glimmered in his glazed-over chocolate eyes. “Why the long face, Y/N? That was a compliment. Hasn’t someone ever complimented you before?”

“Well, yeah, but-surely you didn’t 

“I want you back,” Steve blurted. 

“What?”

“I. Want. You. Back.” 

His over-enunciation of every word made you roll your eyes. “Yeah, Steve. I heard you,” you said. “I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about you, silly. And me. But mostly you,” he rambled. “I guess I don’t want you back, since I never had you in the first place. I just...want you.”

You furrowed your brow. “You...want me? What the hell, Steve? You have a girlfriend.”

“I do? That’s news to me.” He reached out and brushed his fingers across your cheek. “Is it you? Are you my girlfriend?”

Steve’s hot breath tickled your neck, which, if he hadn’t reeked of alcohol, might have been something of a turn-on. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of inviting an ultra-intoxicated Steve Harrington into your house. However, the Indiana winter was relentless that night; in the two minutes you’d been standing on your porch, your teeth had already begun to chatter, and Steve’s lips carried a blue hue. If you left your inebriated coworker to his own devices, he’d probably catch hypothermia in a matter of minutes. 

Thus, you decided to let him stay. You half-guided, half-dragged him to the sofa . As you plopped down next to him, the couch cushion sunk under your weight. Steve followed the motion. You had to give him a gentle shove to prevent him from falling into your lap.

“Jeez, Steve. How much did you have to drink?”

A giggle escaped his lips. “Whatever would make you think I’ve been drinking, Y/N?”

“Because, Harrington, you may be dumb, but you’re not usually this much of an idiot,” you said. Steve clutched at his heart dramatically, as though your harsh words had actually wounded him. You ignored him and asked, “Do you want me to call someone to come pick you up? I could look up your number in the phonebook-”

“No way,” he said, shaking his head vigorously. “Nope, nope, nope.”

“Okay, fine, fine. I get it." You glanced around the room like the solution to your dilemma would be written on the walls. Your eyes just landed on the clock, its little hand pointing to the one. “I mean, I could drive you home, I guess.”

“No need,” Steve said. “I have my magic horse, remember? So I can fly home whenever I want. But I don’t want to go home just yet.” He cupped one of his hands around his mouth and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I actually came here ‘cause I want to talk to you.”

“Okay,” you said, drawing out the word in confusion. “Look, I don’t have any influence over who Keith gives a raise, if that’s what you wanted to talk about. I know Hawkins Family Video doesn’t pay much but-”

“No, no, no, no, no.” As if the string of “no”s couldn’t convey his point well enough, Steve also shook his head, sending his wild curls into motion. He uttered a final “no” before adding, “I’m not here for me. I’m here for you.”

Before you could realize what was happening, Steve booped your nose. You just stared at him in a mix of stunned silence and bewilderment.

“You’re real cute. You know that?” he asked. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a blissful smile while yours creased into a deep frown. His lips followed suit. “Why the long face, Y/N? That was a compliment. Hasn’t someone ever complimented you before?”

“Well, yeah, but not-

“I want you back,” Steve blurted.

“What?”

“I. Want. You. Back.”

You rolled your eyes at his over-enunciated words. “Yeah, Steve. I heard what you said the first time.,” you sighed. “I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about you, silly. And me. But mostly you,” he rambled. “You know, I guess I don’t want you back, per se, since I never had you in the first place. I just...want you.”

You furrowed your brow. “You...want me? What the hell, Steve? You have a girlfriend.”

“I do? That’s news to me.” He reached out and brushed his fingers across your face, leaving a trail of electricity down your cheek. “Is it you? Are you my girlfriend?”

“No, not me. Of course not me. Robin,” you said. When Steve’s lips parted, like he was about to protest, you added, “Oh come on, Harrington. There’s clearly something between you two.”

Steve snorted. “Trust me, Y/N; Robin doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend. And I feel the same way about her.”

Steve’s fingers grazed your skin once more as he clumsily attempted to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. It automatically sprung back into place. However, Steve’s hand lingered on your cheek. As he gazed at you with glazed-over chocolate eyes, something more than simple drunkenness glimmered in them.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned toward you. The proximity was intoxicating; it clouded your thinking. You got so caught up in the fantasy of kissing Steve Harrington that, for a moment, the circumstances escaped you. But then you caught a whiff of his repugnant breath, which jolted you back into reality. You leapt to your feet, mumbled something about getting something to drink, and ducked into the kitchen.

Steve’s pink lips curled into a pout, but he didn’t try to stop you. Rather, he collapsed into the cushions with a faint thump. When you returned with a glass of water, a sleeping Steve was sprawled out on your sofa, snoring softly.

A sigh slipped from your lips, but you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. After setting the glass of water down on the coffee table, you headed back into the kitchen. You grabbed a couple ibuprofen, walked back into the living room, and laid them beside the drink. Then, you snatched a throw blanket off the armchair. As you draped it over the unconscious boy, he stirred slightly.

He murmured, “‘Night, Y/N,” before slipping back into dreamland.

“Good night, Steve,” you said. Before you could think twice about it, you brushed a rogue lock of hair away from his face and pressed a whisper of a kiss to his forehead.

Your mind reeled as you made your way to your bedroom. Somehow, you had more questions now than you had when your wasted coworker showed up on your doorstep. Nonetheless, you both desperately needed sleep, so your inquiries could at least wait until morning. Sure enough, you passed out almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

In your slumber, you dreamt of Steve Harrington.

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[hellishvu]

Imagine BTS (hyung line): when they catch your scent (abo) (sfw)

— always wanted to like?? write an abo (alpha, beta, omega universe) kinda thing. i can’t go in depth into the whole thing because i’m still learning but i get scents!! i wanted to write more hyung line because maknae line has so many imagines and i feel bad also i’m going to mexico so i am going to stop taking requests for this month! because i got some i need to do and stop slacking on!! ( like how i said that and i’m writing this one good one vu... good one.)

Kim Namjoon: ˚✧₊⁎

Namjoon went to a beta festival to celebrate and fight against the stigma of being an beta. All people whether they were alpha, omega, or beta to support and donate to organizations that support and provide for betas. Namjoon himself was an omega and he was a regular supporter.

Namjoon didn’t find the need to find his mate, yeah he’s seen anime movies where they do and they fall in love and that seems nice to him, but it wasn’t necessary. He’s probably spent more nights crying over those movies then actually trying to find his alpha.

“Namjoon, there’s a speech that’s going to start. It’s by Park Jimin.” His friend, Yoongi says knowing that Namjoon has been a long time fan of Jimin. He tries to make it to every event local that Jimin holds, so Namjoon grips Yoongi’s hand walking towards the stage.

That was till Namjoon smelt a scent, stopping in his tracks. He could smell all the different scents at the festival but this one was different, it overpowered him but in such a good way. Namjoon sniffs the air once more to lose it, like he was a baby and someone placed a lollipop in front of him just to take it away.

“Did you smell that?” Namjoon turns around seeing the questioning look on Yoongi’s face. Nodding no making him think he was losing his mind.

“It smelled different like a summer morning” Namjoon turns around once again sniffing but to no avail he couldn’t smell it again.

“Namjoon it’s winter?” Yoongi says. He could see the condensation of his breath due to the cold.

“I’ll be back, save me a seat okay?” Namjoon says waving at Yoongi to go instead of waiting for him.

His heart was on fire to find this scent, walking through the crowds of people till his feet ached. The scents all confusing him till he needed a breather from it all, Namjoon puffing out trying to calm himself down. He couldn’t be losing his mind could he? Did he somehow make up that scent?

“Hey are you okay? You seem overloaded.” Namjoon lifted his head, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the cold snow flakes falling on him. Namjoon saw the male pass him a warm hot coco, the scent was back. Namjoon almost dropped his hot coco when he realized it was you. Holy shit it’s you!

“You smell like heaven.” Namjoon blurts out instantly covering his mouth when he realized what he had just said.

“Huh I thought that was just me when I smelled you. I’m glad you aren’t just in my head.” You shook his hand, trying to make things more casual than two soulmates finally finding each other through a crowd of scents.

“Oh I definitely looked like a weirdo sniffing everywhere.” Namjoon chuckled pressing the hot coco close to his lips liking the warmth.

“Don’t worry a few people asked me if I was crazy, but meeting you was definitely worth it.”

Kim Seokjin: ˚✧₊⁎

Seokjin rides the subway casually, he goes to the farm market to find the freshest products. One morning when he probably woke up 30 minutes before leaving the house, almost passing out on the train to the farmer’s market till he suddenly woke up by the scent of something wonderful. Seokjin looked around trying to see till he saw you, looking down at your phone. Your ears plugged by ear buds, holding the train pole for support.

You got off on one of the more earlier stops, making Seokjin jump when he realized you were leaving. He slowly walked towards you but it was too late you already got off the train. The beautiful scent left as soon as the doors close.

Seokjin made it his duty to 1) smell the scent as often as possible (sounds very creepy now that he thinks about it) and 2) get together and try not to be awkward. He walked in once again seeing you rubbing your head, seeing you looking down at your phone. Seokjin could tell you got bad news from something on your phone, seeing you immediately getting off the train before it took off. He walked off, trying to reach out to you but distance got the best of you two.

“Why are you following me?” You glared at him, obviously not in the mood for Seokjin’s plan. You could smell him too, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of what you saw on the phone.

“I want— I just saw you were having a bad day.” Seokjin says trying his hardest not to fiddle with his fingers or pace around. You threw your phone back into your pocket walking to Seokjin.

“So it’s not the reason that i’m possibly your mate?” You raised a eyebrow leaning against the subway walls of god who know’s how many germs on it. 

“You are partially right but then again you actually looked pretty bad. Not physically but emotionally if that makes any sense.” Seokjin softy says trying not to word his sentence wrongly that he’ll scare you away.

“Are you saying I look good?” You laughed throwing your head back, seeing Seokjin blush while he sort of awkwardly stood there. 

“Glad we are on the same page then.” You start walking away from him, giving him a sign to leave you alone.

“No we are not, you know you could just wear really really really good body lotion from like bed bath and beyond for all I know!” Seokjin runs up the steps standing in front of you. Pressing his hand against your chest to physically stop you too.

“Or I’m the only one at the end of the day.” Seokjin feels your heart race a little quicker, seeing Seokjin walk towards you till you two were only a lean in for a kiss.

Min Yoongi: ˚✧₊⁎

Yoongi was a busy man, I guess he liked it like that. Made him take things off his mind like his family always wondering if he was going to find his mate and make pups and live in a white picket fence neighborhood with his 500 pups expect he didn’t want that. Yoongi wanted to make success of his career before anything else, he didn’t think about love nor pups.

So when he was walking to a meeting with a fellow co-worker a whiff of your scent hit him, Yoongi stopped in his tracks dropping his paper on the ground. He snapped out of it when he saw you walking over attempting to try to help him.

“I got it.” Yoongi says rapidly picking up the paper off the ground so he didn’t want you to come any closer with your lovely scent of yours.

“Oh okay.” You both looked at each other, Yoongi knowing you probably smelled him and it was just fate you two just run into each other arms and kiss and boom pup ville expect none of it happened, Yoongi walked pass by you brushing your shoulder.

You had a different idea, you two were mates.. by fate you two were so why was he ignoring you? You always stopped him so you two could have a conversation that more than 2 seconds long.

“Obviously fate is here! We don’t have to date this instant. We could get to know each other you know!” You said walking backwards Yoongi grumbling about how you wouldn’t leave him alone.

“You’re so cheesy, fate? Really? I’m too busy to be someone’s mate right now Y/N.” Yoongi chuckles walking by you once again leaving you in the dust.

“You remembered my name!” You screamed waving at him, Yoongi walking faster away from you.

The truth was Yoongi was scared of being someone’s mate like first off, what if he wasn’t the mate that you imagined. What if you just wanted to disregard his career that took years to build just for him to stay home and be a pup maker. Of course he wanted pups, so bad but he didn’t know if that was his inner beta or his actual desire.

Yoongi cursed himself for always going to the same building he knew you were in. His co-workers wanted them delivered to the same building every-time almost like it was fate to run into you every single time.

There was one time where Yoongi was late to delivering the papers that he had to run across be halls till he went head first into your chest. Your scent filling up his nostrils, your scent that made him lose his mind every time.

“Fate I am right?” You chuckled seeing Yoongi back away from you. Shaking his head trying to get this idea out of his head.

“Fuck you and your nice smell.”

“What do I smell like?” You caressed his cheek, your thumb rubbing on his cheek. Yoongi just letting himself go for a moment, maybe this was meant to be. The fire in his stomach finally accepting your scent.

“You smell like you’re going to be the death of me.”

Jung Hoseok: ˚✧₊⁎

Hoseok before high school he was a completely different person, he was basically an asshole. He used his alpha status as a way to show that he’s “better” than anyone else. Now in high school everyone knows him as probably one of the nicest alpha in school.

In middle school, you two met for the first time. Hoseok smelling the nicest smell ever in his entire life but he saw who it came from. It was you, and he grumbled and you two yelled so often that teachers had to separate you two in different classes. Hoseok didn’t know that smelling such a scent that is powerful as yours meant you two were soulmates and inseparable but he was too stubborn to know.

You soon left school, transferring to another one leaving Hoseok in the dust. He pretended he didn’t miss you but god did he miss your smell. Hoseok wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Your status was unknown whether you were an alpha  even if the school asked for it you never said anything about it.

College came by faster then anything, Hoseok remembers being a freshmen deciding to change himself to becoming the valedictorian in his senior class. He changed for the better and it seemed like everyone forgave his past.

That didn’t last long, not in the slightest case because the only person he hasn’t said sorry was you but he thought that chance was out of the question since you moved away. But one day on the first day at his dream college you and him made eye contact in the college hall way, Hoseok smelling you once again. That beautiful scent that he finally accepted as you were his mate. The smell that caused butterflies in his stomach and his heart to beat at least 5000 beats per minute.

“Hey.” You said awkwardly deciding whether or not to give the man a high five or a hand shake. You decided for a nod, Hoseok nodded back. Really Hoseok’s nod was an S.O.S call for help because he swore he was going to pass out.

“So I’ve heard.” Hoseok said, meaning that he heard you went to this school but you took it differently.

“Oh that i’m an alpha?” You smiled at him till you dropped it seeing him sweat from what you had just said.

“You’re an alpha? How are you my mate? I’m an alpha, alpha x alpha isn’t— possible is it?” Hoseok pants trying to get oxygen.

“Anything is possible Hoseok.” You snickered walking toward him, Hoseok wanted to tell you and apologize for treating you so horribly but that was shut down when you gave him a hug. Hoseok having his hands to the side of his body till he raised them hugging you back.

“You still smell nice.”

[wwounu]

One week; seven days; 168 hours until the concert.

It was probably best to take the day off after that midnight call from Mingyu, which you did, with it resulting totally how you didn’t want to.

Not when you see Mingyu trailing after his friends, laughing at something someone said before instantly spotting you from afar.

He briefly stares at his friends, lips moving as a sign to tell them something, then proceeding to jog in your direction.

“There you are,”

“Who, me?”

Mingyu nods, chest raising up and down. “I might as well owe you from earlier on.”

“Come on, I told you it‘s nothing-“ He interrupts you with a loud, whiny sigh. You sigh too to mirror his whininess, “You never give up do you?”

With a bit more mimicking from one another, you mutually agree to ice cream — the day was clear, sun high in the sky.

“Are you feeling better?” You ask Mingyu. He thinks to himself, pulling some facial expressions as he does so.

“I’m a little better now. Probably one of those in the moment things.”

“You didn’t have to leave your friends for me y’know. I thought you’d be sick of seeing me after spending everyday with me.”

“I wanted to, as crazy as it sounds. They were going to leave me, so you’re plan B.”

You tut, “Thanks for that info I guess.”

“Sorry,” he shrugs, thinking something through before he quickly turns to you, “hey, why don’t you find somewhere for us to sit while I get us something?”

“I’ll be nearby. Call me when you’re out.”

“Mint chocolate chip, right?”

Your lips curl a little, smiling the moment you see Mingyu’s delighted face when he was right. “Take care,”

Mingyu and you separate, walking in your own directions. The male pulls out his wallet, finding any remaining money inside — although his main goal is to find ice cream, he had other things in plan first.

He enters a shop, looking through the glass and its contents, drumming his fingers on the surface.

Finding what he’s looking for, he rushes to one of the shop assistants, pointing at an object enthusiastically yet nervously, eyes following every move the clerk very closely.

He’s asked if he wants silver or gold and Mingyu thinks — gold is overrated, silver will be fine — ultimately replying with, “Silver.” Whilst nodding with confidence.

Now at the counter, he pays, waiting for the assistant to put the small object in the bag, not missing the way she smiles at it.

“This is really pretty,” she comments and Mingyu nonchalantly nods, “for your girlfriend, sir?”

“Yeah kinda.” Again, Mingyu says without thinking but avoids the girl’s stare.

“Must be lucky, hm?”

Mingyu thanks the girl, taking the bag with him as he heads to the ice cream parlour to finish last task before he calls you.

“Hello? Y/N?”

“You took long, something wrong?”

“Not really. Just... Held back a bit.”

“Ah it’s okay. I’m at the park — it’s really busy — but I found a place to sit.”

“Alright, where?”

“About that...”

“Y/N.” Mingyu calls, stopping in his steps. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Hey, what did we say? It never happened!” Your voice quietens. “... Sorry Mingyu.”

“Don’t feel bad, I’ll feel bad for telling you off then. I’ll be there in ten.”

Mingyu hangs up first, holding in a breath as he directs himself to where you were, knowing the location of the fountain, the male’s heart dropping heavily.

And nothing has changed even with the children running unsupervised as their parents fan themselves in the hot weather. Most children are by the heart of the location, watching the water spit into the air and fall back down again before coins filled with wishes are tossed in, hoping the fountain can give them what their childish hearts desire.

More leaves have grown since the last time and people crowd around the vending machines, collecting their cold drinks and families sharing it amongst them.

And you — you were sat on that spot. The spot where it all happened. Whether it was intentional or not, Mingyu didn’t know, but Mingyu knew that maybe he wasn’t ready to let go of what really happened, knowing fully well that you wanted to.

Pathetic, Mingyu scoffs to himself, I’m getting ahead of myself.

He sits next to you without a word handing you the partially-melted delight. “Ah, you angel!” You cheer, stopping the mint ice cream to your lips. Using your spoon, you point at the tiny white paper bag. “What’s that you got?”

“It’s for you… I owe you after all.” He hands you the bag, motioning you to open it. Placing your ice cream to the side, carefully you pick up the item inside, opening a box matching the bag.

“Holy shit,” you slip the curse, “this is what I didn’t expect-“

It was a simple, single-banded bracelet that slipped onto your wrist snug, and dangling down was a charm of a silver violin between a quaver and semi-quaver, chiming together when you shook your hand.

“Dumbass — this must’ve been worth more than our food dates — what the heck Mingyu!”

Mingyu laughs at your reaction, pushing you a little. “Consider it as something for good luck.”

“I can’t believe my fated enemy is giving me something for good luck. Does this mean I win?”

“It means I’m more mature than you,” Mingyu retaliates and you groan at his reply.

“That doesn’t sound mature to me!” When you go quiet, back to staring at the children running and not thinking about every memory of the location, the late night, the kiss, everything, another question forms in your mind. “We’ve really disliked each other for this long, huh.”

Mingyu hears you, sitting closer as his eyebrows furrow.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You and I, always fighting, never knowing why we ever did it.”

“I thought you did it for fun,” Mingyu answers too casually, your heart feeling like it’s being shot, “it’s… Our thing, isn’t it?”

“‘For fun’? When you call me names and pick on my playing, calling me the worst player ever and I should never touch a violin again, was all for fun, Mingyu?”

Rather than sad, you sounded more angry — hurt — feeling worse the more Mingyu carried on.

“You really took it to heart?”

“How else would I look at it?”

“Well you had every other time to stop me, but you only fought back.”

“You could’ve stopped Mingyu. I had to avoid you in November because I was so tired dealing with you.”

“I’m not a mind reader Y/N,” Mingyu sounds harsher, “half of the time I can’t understand you-“

Mingyu then goes mute, biting his tongue as he blinks at you.

“Sorry. It must’ve been a lot from your side.”

You nod, not wanting to look at the drummer when you put pressure under your eyes, hoping a tear won’t come through. “It’s… It’s fine.”

“Do you wanna know something?” Though silent, the other takes it as a yes anyway. “I’ll admit it, you’re a really good player. The best I’ve heard in years — at all.” He’s stammering, you don’t know why, but you suppress the urge to laugh. “Ysaye? Paganini? I don’t think they come close to you…”

“I’m surprised you know your violinists, but… All this time you’ve just been saying insulting things and it hurts, it’s hard to trust you sometimes.”

“Force of habit, sorry…” Mingyu apologises once more — him having to apologise felt worse than you expected — “It’s hard to forget things over night, I just hope you know that I didn’t mean any of it.”

“I understand.” Says you, although you wanted to say more. “Let’s confirm that we’ll stop this enemy business and become friends.”

“Enemy business, stopped. Friends? I’ll have to come back to that sometime.” You laugh at Mingyu, pouting at him. “Don’t do that, you look weird. Oh, and the teasing stays too.”

“Gosh, whatever you say.”

Even after finishing your ice creams you decide to stay, asking stupid questions and answering them with equally-stupid replies.

“Most embarrassing moment?” It was your turn to ask Mingyu, who’s eyes are rolled back and staring at the sky to form an answer.

His eyes perk up, turning to you with a playful smile, “The kiss—“

You cover his lips before he finishes his sentence, staring up at him with disappointed eyes as his breath hits your palm when he laughs. “That’s so boring! Been there, done that, I thought we’re past that!”

“Okay, I guess I have no choice but to say something else-“ Chokes Mingyu, pulling your hand away from his lips.

He looks down, staring at his fingertips or the fountain, never at you.

“Embarrassing? I think it was a concert during high school — a spring something, I can’t remember — but I was supposed to go up for a solo after my high school’s high school bland played. Then one thing or another, I tripped and walked straight into one of the orchestra drums and knocked almost every stand on stage… Everyone in the audience began laughing and the whole concert band just stared at me — and that’s when I went oh shit, I messed up, and in the end I couldn’t bring myself to play. I ran somewhere else.”

“I’m shocked the notorious Kim Mingyu did something that stupid.”

“And you’re the only one that knows about it.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah.” Mingyu stays silent for a beat. “Most embarrassing crush?”

And you’ve never heard Mingyu laugh so loud — real tears and rolling on the concrete, having to stop himself from almost bumping into a child walking down the steps.

“You’re telling me you had a fucking crush on Max? As in Goofy’s son?”

“Like you’re any better!” You knock your head into Mingyu’s when he sits up, fanning himself to calm his breaths. “You’re a big goof,” you scowl as he pats your head.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Whatever.”

You break a smile at the sound of Mingyu’s breathy giggle, going off on a tangent about his friends, going from complaining about his friend’s shit (Mingyu calls it) being left at his dorm because his friend forgets it all the time to another friend who apparently brings a child to his dorm every Saturday (but he doesn’t mind, he’s in love with the child).

And you watch him chat away, his hands moving and voice changing in different pitches whenever he needs to exaggerate a point, sunshine glowing on him.

Can moments be like this all the time? You say to yourself, having the slightest wish that the narcissistic drummer would agree if you asked.

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART FOURTEEN — Drummer!Mingyu x Violinist!Reader

(sorta important note:) i’d like to say that theres going to be no teaser for seungcheol’s au due to my messy schedule since i’ll be away on the 18th/19th, but hopefully i can queue posts and more-hopefully you made my dream requests~ if i calculate correctly, opposites attract might be taking a break until the end of august :( but dont fear! i’ll do my best to get through everyone until the end even if i die (ok maybe not to thAT extent.... but if you’ve seen that ymmdream cheol request, maybe you have an idea what’s gonna go down heheh)

(tl;dr - opposites attract hiatus possibly until end-august after mingyu’s au ends, fingers crossed ymmdream will be updated regularly)

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[somnilogical]

no shelter

some of you may have had occasion to run into transfems preforming cryptographically secure tests for cissexism and to wonder therefore how they got that way, and here, in partial explanation perhaps, is a story of the one transfem, somnulence logencia:

(mostly cut and pasted from messages to my friends)

i called this homeless shelter and asked if they had any rooms and they said they did and to come on in and then when they saw my id they were like "how about you go to the mens side" and i was like "how about i dont want to be raped" and they were like okay and told me to sleep in a foldable cot in the entrance room. with a harsh white light on all night, i stretched it to two nights and then they kicked me out and said they had no room.

a thing about being oppressed is theres so much opportunity for snark because things are obviously fucked.

they were like "no one can come in to your room you are safe here" "so no one can come in to the main area with my cot?" "er, no, people have to pass through there to use the restroom" "i seeee"

anyway they told me they couldnt house me because suddenly they were full. i looked at a checklist for rooms that they had ppl sign and some but not all of the room numbers were highlighted. and at the end of everyone signing their names none of the nonhighlighted regions were signed except for where i signed my name next to 'cot'. a day after they told me to leave because they were full i asked my friend to call them and check if they were full, and they gave them the same answer they gave me, that there were a few openings in the upper bunks.

i talked twice in private with the most empathetic looking humans i could find that i thought the other people were turning me out asap (instead of after 45 days which was their printed policy) because of discrimination. and they both said that it was because they were full.

this isnt a shelter that really does one-day stays.

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during my ""intake"":

"this is a christian organization so we have to ask you some religious questions. ~so how do you feel about christian stuff?"

"well christians tried to forcibly convert my grandmother-"

"sounds bad, not something jesus would do"

"..."

"well this is a christian organization so if you are staying here we do require you to go to chapel so i dont want to hear anything about "forcible conversion""

because you, the homeless person, choose to sleep there and consume their resources you see!

i dislike arguments of the form "oh but how could be horrible when we give people cookies and fluffy pillows? does that seem horrible to you? i think you are miscomprehending this entire situation somni."

they forced us all to go to christian religious services 2x a day weekdays, 1x a day sundays. and if you missed them 3x they kicked you out. and when an old lady fell asleep during services they poked her and when i said "let her sleep huh? :)" they were like "nuh uh" and poked her some more until she woke up. clockwork orange kinda stuff.

they had a rule about only wardens being able to let people in from outside which i defied to let someone in who everyone knew was staying there, but the warden was on lunch break. she thanked me. i told her these rules were unjust, she would complain to the wardens that everyone would violate rules about eating food in their rooms.

<<May a church or church-run business/non-profit discriminate against me?

Under California law, there is no religious “exception” for discrimination in housing or public accommodations. This means that a religious-based hospital cannot deny you care just because you are transgender, nor can a religious-based homeless shelter refuse to house you as the gender you identify as.  HOWEVER, certain religious organizations and religious educational institutions are not subject to California (or federal) non-discrimination laws.>>

https://transgenderlawcenter.org/resources/know-your-rights/faq-the-gender-nondiscrimination-act

they lied because they expected that i would sue them into oblivion if they told the truth.

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i want ppl to see the structure of this sort of thing. like the details. its not true that everyone does this all the time. it is actually hard to tell when this is happening.

at this point i am very paranoid about this and i still believed they didnt have rooms with ~10-30% of my heart, enough uncertainty for the test to feel like it could go either way before i performed it. because of the way their body moved and i talked with multiple people in private and they didnt stumble over their words or hesitate.

like i practiced noticing the difference between [peoples words and social affect] and [what they were optimizing for] on homeless people who were less intelligent than me. where they would be like "i am not sexually attracted to you, that would be like being attracted to my child you are like a baby to me" while also feeling up my thigh and back. hear the smooth words and see their disconnect from actions if you took them as veritical.

and after specifically training for discerning this i was still uncertain.

im now even more paranoid about this sort of thing (in an alternate universe where the test failed and the person on the other end of the phone said that there were no open beds this would be evidence against gaslighting and i would update to a human whose coarse features look less paranoid from, i guess, the point of view of someone with less accurate beliefs whose perspective im internalizing in my description because i still apparently have outside-view security holes).

you know i got along fine with the other women in the shelter. lots of them were half-crazy black women and thats relatable. like one of the people was making >100,000$/year before she had a psychotic break and issues with schizo for 10 years. at least thats what she said and i actually belive her.

a cis woman there was threatening to fill a bag with rocks and bash someones heads in as a means of conflict resolution.

only issue was with wardens who saw my id & decided to break the laws of this state to follow the laws of their religion. remember when emma was there with me and i said she was a transsexual too and they were like "its not illegal" yet they acted like it was because they wouldnt house me and lied about why. throughout all of this, except for once, they called me "she" and "her" and yet acted like i was a ~violent male~.

spent the first 20 minutes of "intake" "processing questions" crying because they were being transphobic and processing it by making wry replies to their questions wasnt enough to parse through this. i was crying when they took my photo and entered me into their database as part of "processing me".

the missionaries took great interest in my native american ID.

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i initially walked up to the building on the mens side and people prevented me from coming in and escorted me to the womens. because sex segregation. and then i go to the womens side and they see my id and suggest that i go to the mens!!!

its important to see beyond the surface level emotional performances, to be able to conduct tests that discriminate between different possible optimization targets.