#like I really can’t get myself to finish them whyyyy they were so good at the start 😞

[noona-is-afk]

I have this recurring issue with rom com dramas that I always get bored post episode 10. Like in revenge, historical, or fantasy usually the romance isn’t the central plot so I’m still invested after the couple gets together

I dunno, it just always feels like they’re throwing stuff at the wall in those last few episodes, might honestly be better when they’re just 12 or 10 episodes tbh

[nie7027]

Super 5 headcanons part 5

Part 1    Part 2     Part 3    Part 4

So...it’s been a long time right? HAHAHA

Minegishi sighed.

���For the last time I won’t help you sell Shimazaki on ebay” Minegishi stopped dicing the vegetables and turned to look at him with what in any other person would have been a raised eyebrow “I don’t even think it’s possible”

“Who would even buy him?” Shibata helpfully added from his spot at the sink where he was washing the dishes “Besides world domination our friend isn’t that useful for anything else”

Hatori stared when Minegishi just silently nodded

“I don’t know! But thats not the point!” Hatori grunted while shaking his head “It’s time for some retaliation-”

“So your idea for retaliation…” Minegishi deadpanned “is to sell him on ebay?”

Hatori wasn’t dumb, he could hear the snicker behind his flat expression.

“Laugh all you want!” Hatori said pointing an acussatory finger to Minegishi “But I am tired of letting Shimazaki do whatever he wants with is without facing any consequence!”

“Are you still mad about the raccoon thing?” Shibata laughed drying his hands with a washcloth to pat Hatori on the back “C'mon! It was just one rabies shot! And the doctor said it was just cautionary”

Hatori flustered when this time Minegishi openly snickered “You got rabies shots? Aren’t you supposed to get those as a kid?”

“Why would I know? Do you even have yours?” Hatori retorted bittely not expecting Minegishi to actually stop laughing.

“I don’t know…?”

“Aha!” Hatori exclaimed not wasting the opportunity to latch onto this “What if that bastard brings ANOTHER racoon?!”

“He wouldn’t-”

“Are you sure? Absolutely sure?”

At Minegishi’s lack of response Hatori screamed victoriously “See? This is why you have to support me with my plan!”

“Sell him on ebay you say…” Minegishi muttered while tapping the kitchen counter with his finges.

“You can’t be seriously considering this!” Shibata exclaimed outraged “Ha ve you lost your minds? We aren’t selling our friend on internet”

“He’s not my friend” Hatori quickly complained.

“And I never said I agreed on selling him on ebay” Minegishi continued “But Hatori’s right and it’s time we put some limits to him”

“YES”

“And that’s why we should talk with him instead”

“SHIBATA NOOOO”

“Shibata’s right”

“NOOOOOOOO” Hatori cried miserably, victory had been so close “whyyyy?”

“Im sorry buddy but that’s the right and mature thing to do” Shibata said not sounding sorry at all

“Hatori stop whinning and finish setting the table so we can finally eat”

Minegishi rolled his eyes at Hatori’s sulking form and finished cooking with Shibatas help.

Once they entered the living room with the finished food Minegishi noticed Hatorics hesitance

“Is something wrong?”

“I was just wondering if i should put another plate. Is the bastard going to eat with us?”

“Speaking of which” said Shibata carrying the last of their homemade food “Where is he?”

“I don’t know” shrugged Minegishi “He was annoying me because he was bored and you were late so I told him to go and find something else to do before I choked him”

“And he did it just like that?” Shibata asked surprised.

“I had to threaten him starvation and not buying his cereal forst but it worked”

Shibata hummed “He probably went dog sighting”

“Probably”

“How long ago was that”

“Like 5 minutes before you arrived”

“Then it will be a while before he returns”

Minegishi shrugged again “I wouldn’t worry about him”

They were halfway through their food when Hatorics eyes catch sight of something in Shimazakis makeshift cabinet.

“Are those his glasses?”

Minegishi turned to where Hatori was pointing “Yes”

“I thought he didn’t take them off ever”

“I guess he listened when I complained about dogs saliva on them” Minegishi said “If he is indeed dog sighting”

“I’m pretty sure he is” Shibata said comfidently “Dog saliva? Really?”

“Yeah, between that and the paw shaped stains on his clothes…he was driving me crazy”

“Oh I know! The first time it was really hard to get rid of the stench of trash but I found in internet a helpful mix of…” Shibata’s words died in his mouth when he saw Hatori stand up and pick the glasses.

Minegishi stared confused “What are you doing?”

Hatori didn’t respond and when he made his way to his forgotten backpack Shibata facepalmed.

“Buddy, no. Did you seriously bought those?”

Hatori turned around with a devilish smile om his face while clearly hiding something behind his back. “Well i never thought you would actually help me with the ebay plan”

Minegishi turned to look at Shibata expecting some kimd of clarification.

“We passed a toy store on our way here and Hatori saw…something.” Shibata said in a tired tone shaking his head clearly dissppointed “I can’t explain it…Just show him already”

Hatori proudly revealed what he was hiding. Besides Shimazaki’s glasses there was another pair.

The other pair were one of those funny looking glasses you used for disguisses or parties with crazy colourful swirly cartoon eyes that seemed to wink when you move them and stupid antennaes that ended in a pink cotton ball hanging from the sides.

It was the stupidest thing Minegishi had ever seen.

“You do realize he wont ever fall for this right?” Minegishi deadpanned once again “He will immediately feel those antennaes movement”

“Have more faith in me” Hatori huffed taking off the apparently removable antennaes thus making the glasses look a little less stupider but stupid nonetheless.

Minegishi picked both glassesand turned them around inspecting them. He had to give Hatori some credit. he had managed to find a pair with the exact same shape as Shimazakis and made of the same cheap plastic.

They were perfect…except for one thing.

“They don’t weight the same” Minegishi stated raising the toy glasses. to be honest he wasn’t sure but it was an educated guess.

“You gotta be kidding me right?” Hatori exclaimed “Who cares? He won’t even notice that!”

“He will” Minegishi seriously said before standing up and walking away still holding both pair of glasses.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Hatori screamed following Minegishi back in the kitchenb Shibata just behind him.

When they got there they found Minegishi already kneeling rummaging one of his low cabinets.

Hatori turned to look at Shibata but the big man just shrugged in return as lost as him.

“Aja!” Minegishi suddenly exclaimed standing up holding his white digital scale. He then weighted both pair of glasses.

The toy glasses weighted 10 grams less.

“Told you” Minegishi triumphantly exclaimed.

“So?” Hatori spluttered “Yeah, fine! They don’t weight the same. It’s just 10 grams! He won’t-”

“He will”

“Again I repeat myself” Hatori said losing his patience “YOU GOTTA BE FUCKINH KIDDING-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence because Shibata decided in that moment to place one of his heavy hands on Hatori’s shoulder “Minegishi…Hatori is right. Don’t you think you are being a little… paranoic?”

“No” Minegishi firmly stated shaking his head “Why do you think I take him shopping?”

“Because you were trying to teach him how to be a good person…?” Shibata tried only for Minegishi to glare at him. They already knew how much of a failure that had been.

Hatori shrugged, now it was his turn to try. “Dunno man. I don’t even know why you even let him sleep here”

At the others failed attempts Minegishi continued “I don’t know how or what he does but he somehow can weight stuff with great precision”

“What” “What”

“I suspect it has something to do with Mental eye” Minegishi kept muttering unaware of the others awed expression.

“That’s…unexpected” “That’s fucked up”

“It helps me to make sure Im being sold what I payed for” Minegishi shrugged “ANYWAY my point is if I noticed it he will certainly do it too. If we are doing this we have to do it right”

The phrasing didn’t escape Hatori. “We…?” he asked in disbeliefb excitement barely concealed in his tone.

When Minegishi smirked Hatori couldn’t help but give a devilish smirk of his own. in unison they both turned to Shibata who just groaned.

“Fine. I’m in”

Both Minegishi and Hatori raised a fist in triumph. Shibata hesitantly joining them.

“But what are we doing then?” Shibata asked “The glasses don’t weight the same and Shimazaki is gonna arruve any moment now”

“Shit that’s true”

“I have an idea” Minegishi said calling upon the power welling inside him. Soon a sticky looking vine made its way to where the group was reunited. Minegishi inspected it and after some careful consideration he picked two small leaves growing from it and stuck them to the upper side of the toy glasses simulatin angry frowing eyebrows.

He then placed the toy glasses om the scale and with bathed breath they waited for the led screen to settle on a number.

They differed by less than a gram now.

“That’s enough…right?” Hatori quietly asked.

“It has to be…” Shibata added before turning to look at Minegishi. He was the judge, had the last work.

“I don’t know.” Minegishi confessed “But this will have to do. Quick Hatori. Shibata. Set everything we will need in place. We only have one chance amd we can’t afford to waste it.”

They barely had time to finish their already cold food and prepare everything when Shimazaku suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

They did their best to act naturally hoping the blind man didn’t notice anything.

The moment Shimazaki popped in Minegishi’s living room he knew something was off.

He could feel the remnants of Hatori’s aura telling him he had been building artifacts but wherever they were they were deactivated because he couldn’t sense them. They were probably diacarded om the floor. It wasn’t the first time he did that.

He could feel Shibata tensing his muscles too but it wasn’t like Shimazaki cared. He was hungry and he could smell food so he made his way to his cabinet to fetch his things.

He grabbed his glasses and put them on while he turned about to ask what they had for dinner but before he could do that the whole room erupted in chaos.

“GO GO NOW” Hatori screamed barely restraining his laughter while his artifacts suddenly tuner to life.

Shimazaki could feel them flying, closely circling him but besides that he could hear them. His expartners laughing. Laughing so much they were almost wheezing

“Oh my god” exclaimed Shibata trying to stiffle his laugh with his free hand. The other was busy holding something that made a clicking noise.

“THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT” Hatori cackled pointing at him.

Even Minegishi had bursted laughing!

Shimazaki didn’t know what was happening but he knew something was happening and he didn’t like it.

With a swift movement he took down all of Hatori’s devices, one after another.

“NOOOOO” Hatori screamed “MY BABIES”

Once the artifacts were destroyed Shimazaki turned and launched himself at their vey own creator.

Hatori yelped traying to scurry away from him but Shimazaki was too fast.

Or he would have been if it werenct for the fact Shibata tacklee him before he could reach the little pest.

“Don’t even think that” the big man growled as if that was enough to stop him.

Without wasting another second Shimazaki teletransported behind Hatori and with a strong kick slammed him against Shibata sending them both flyin to the nearest wall.

He was about to punch a hole in them when a sturdy vine wrapped around hos arm stopping him.

“Shimazaki stop” Minegishi exclaimed in a low menacing voice. His hand raised ij prepartion glowing with his aura.

Shimazaki teletransported all around the room avoinding the quick vines Minegishi sent after him trying to bound him.

Soon he made his way towards the plant user and when he was in close range he raise his legt ready to plan another kick in the mans chest but hr had to teletransport before he could do it because somethin was flyin comind directly for his head. Whatever it was it sounded metallic when it crashed om the wall instead.

“You psycho! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Hatori, now surrounded by a bunch of floating stuff ready to be thrown screamed.

Provoked, Shimazaki threw himself once again agains the smaller esper “You were laughing!”

“IT WAS A PRANK JACKASS” Hatori yelled reflexively raising his arms forming a protective barrier.

But it wasn’t needed because that actually made Shimazaki stop.

“A prank?” was all he was able to say before a wave of vines encircled him and threw him to the floor.

“Yes idiot. A prank.” Minegishi walking to where they were and looking down at him “If you had calmed down we could have explain it to you”

Minegishi glared at the bounded man below him. He knew Shimazaki could free himself in any moment. Shimazaki knew it too, afterall he wasn’t squirming instead he stayed put glaring at Minegishi waiting for an explanation.

Or at least he tried. He was stilk wearing the toy glasses and if it wasn'tfor the sight of his destroyed apartment Minegishi would have laughed again.

The final tally after everything was cleaned and accounted for included Hatori’s phone, Minegishi’s toaster and coffe maker (which Hatori had used to build the flying wifi connected cameras and then Shimazaki utterly destroyed) a broken lip from Hatori (though he alleged he had a broken rib too), an unconcious Shibata (who took all the brunt of hitting the wall and that Minegishi had to use his vines to drag and lay to rest on the sofa) and a huge whole on the wall where Shibata had landed, completely fracturing it (Minegishi could consider himself lucky that it hadn’t been one of the buildings support walls).

And an annoyed Shimazaki who was too impatient to wait for them to pick up the place.

“Toy glasses…?” Shimazaki dubiously said when they finally explained what all that had been about. He had taken them off and now was moving his hands along feeling them.

“Yes. They are dumb, they are stupid. You didn’t have to punch our guts but who cares? You are welcome” Hatori said curtly. He was pissed seated on the sofa at the end of Shibata’s feet trying to fix his phone to not succes which only pissed him more.

Minegishi sighed tiredlyb it was too late for this. “We just want to take some photos of you wearing them. We thought it would be fun-”

“How are they?” Shimazaki interrumpted

“What?”

“How do they look?” Shimazaki suddenly asked seriously. He had stopped touching the glasses and was now frowning at them.

“Uhhh…They are pink?”

“Pink?”

“Yeah! pink you dumbfu-” Hatori snapped but stopped himself when he saw the confused look Shimazaki was throwing at him “Of course you don’t know what pink is.. ”

He groaned and turned to look at Shibata for help but the man was still passed out.

“Pink…is this color…like red and white?”

“…”

“It’s for girls!” hatori said throwing up his hands in surrender “Minegishi can you help me out”

“They are pink” Minegishi continued shaking his head “ Amd they have this swirly cartoon eyes that wink when you move them-”

“Wink?” Shimazaki asked again looking more confused.

“Yes, they wink. It’s an effect. Don’t think too hard about it-”

“What is this?” Shimazaki said picking apart one of the leaves. “Is it a plant?”

“Yep. Minegishi put them so they weighted the same as your glasses. It worked!” Hatori said in a better mood. As if the fact they managed to trick Shimazaki made him happier “They looked like angry eyebrows. Frowning eyebrows”

“Frowning?”

“Yes. like you are doing at this very moment” Minegishi said casually pointing at Shimazakis face.

Shimazaki brought a hand to his forehead and lightly patted his eyebrows.

Minegishi ws about to keep talking describing the stupid glasses when the unthinkable happened.

One…two…three…snickers escaped Shimazaki’s mouth and before he or Hatori could understand what was happening he was chuckling.

“OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING? IS HE HAVING AN ATTACK?” Hatori asked panicked and Minegishi couldn’t blame him for that.

It’s not that they had never heard Shimazaki laugh. It was that this was completely different from the mocking laugh they were accustomed.

This was a pure unadultered laugh and Minegishi and Hatori could only stare at the way Shimazaki was bending over while fits of laughter took him over not knowing how to act.

It didnt take much (even though it felt like it did) for Shimazaki to raise with a tiny genuine smile showing on his face while he recovered his breath like they had never seen before.

Afterall maybe a destroyed apartment and an unconcious friend had been worth it.

Because they had to wait for Shibata to regain conciousness and make sure he was okay they ended up going to sleep really late.

Which meant Shimazaki was going to kill the man at the door who woke him with his incesant knocking and shouting.

“MINEGISHI” Shimazaki loudly groaned rolling on his back on the couch and covering his eyes witth his arm wishing that was enough to keep his mental eye from seeing “IM GOING TO KILL HIM IF HE DOESNT STOP”

“I already heard!” Minegishi answered entering in the living room dragging his feet

“IM COMING” he said before mumbling under his breat “Who could even be this early?”

Shimazaki didnt care and he was already readying himself to go back to sleep when Minegishi opened the door.

It was going to be possible. The man seemed to have a death wish.

The shouting not only returned but it increased in volume.

“MINEGISHI SAN” the mans voice boomed in minegishis tiny apartment and to shimazakis surprise Minegishi actually flinched

“Y-Yamada san what are-”

“CARE TO EXPLAIN ME WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?” the man screamed somehow louder “I WOKE UP TO DOZENS OF TEXT MESSAGES AND CALL AFTER CALL FROM THE NEIGHBOURS COMPLAINING ABOUT SOME SORT OF CONMOTION GOING IN MY BUILDING”

“I-”

“AND WHAT DO I FIND WHEN I FINALLY COME HERE? TENNANTS APPROACHING ME WITH WILD STORIES ABOUT THE BUILDING TREMBLING AND CONCERNS ABOUT THEIR SAFETY”

So far Shimazaki had been trying to tune the mans screaming but the more the man continued the harder minegishis grip on the doorframe got drawing Shimazakis attention. It was rare to see him nervous.

“I OF COURSE TRIED TO CALM THEM DOWN. TELLING ME THERE WAS NOTHING TO FEAR. MY BUILDING IS SAFE…”

“BUT THEN SHIMURA SAN FROM #213 COMES AND TELLS ME ABOUT A DENT APPEARING ON HER WALL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT”

“…”

“Minegishi san…would you be so kind to explain me why A HUGE FUCKING DENT SUDDENLY APPEARED IN THE WALL SEPARATING YOU APARTMENTS?” the man finally screamed out of breath

“Ill pay for the damage” was everything Minegishi said

“OH IM MAKING SURE YOU DO THAT” the man raged on taking a step forward and jabbing a finger in Minegishis chest.

“I know your story Minegishi san.I know what you used to do and let you come here despite my best judgement” the man hissed with his finger still deeply buried in Minegishis chest. Shimazaki couldnt understand why Minegishi kept listening. “I should just evict you. But I am a generous man and I know you wont be accepted anywhere else so… ill let you stay, given you pay for all of the repairs…who knows how deep your little stunt damaged my building”

“A-all of the repairs?!” Minegishi exclaimed

“And any demand issued againys my persona for this incident”

“Wh-But Yamada-san! I don’t have the momey to pay for all that”

“You seriously expect me to believe that? You should have thought that! And if you refuse to pay I will call the police-”

That’s it.

“You arent calling anybody funny man.” Shimazaki said with a smile telatransporting just behind Minegishi immeditely getting the desired effect.

“W-WHO IS THIS?” the man screamed jumping backwards

“Yamada san this is Shimazaki” Minegishi sighed “He is … a friend of mine-”

“IS THIS ANOTHER ONE OF YOU LUNATICS?” the man pointed a trembling finger in Shimazakis direction

“Who I am doesnt matter.” Shimazaki started but was interrupted by Minegishis hissing

“Shimazaki”

Shimazaki ignored him teletransporting to the space previosly occupied by the man earning another scream from him.

“What matters to me is…” shimazaki said leaning forward dropping his smile “who the fuck are you?”

“W-Who am I?!”

“Yes, you. Idiot.” Shimazaki sighed. The funny man wasnt as funny as he was brainless.

“EXCUSE ME? I’m the-”

“I dont care” Shimazaki quickly cut in “You are but an insignificant piece of shit who should have thought better before coming here and waking me up with all you babbling”

“Babbling? Waking you…up?” the idiot kept repeating everything Shimazaki just said “You sleep here?”

“Duh” shimazaki simply said because it was obvious but something happened because the moment he said that Minegishi groaned and the man who had been previously trembling suddenly stilled and was now looking over shimazakis shoulder at Minegishi

“Minegishi-san what is this?!”

“Uh…m”

“WHEN YOU RENTED THIS PLACE WE ACCORDED IT WAS JUST FOR ONE PERSON. I WONT HAVE FREELOADERS LIVING IN MY BUILDING. ”

“He was just over-”

“I DONT CARE. YOU KNOW THE RULES. THE RENT GOES UP 10000 YEN TO PAY FOR THE LINVING EXPENSES OF ANY EXTRA PERSON AND YOU WILL PAY THEM OR ELSE-”

“Or else what?” Shimazaki snarled grabbing the not so funny man by the collar of his shirt and raising him “You know? I am getting really tired of you.”

“LET ME GO YOU LUNATIC” the man uselessly kicked in the air

“SHIMAZAKI NO” Minegishis hand shot up effectively grabbing Shimazakis shoulder and stopping him from teletransporting to the bottom of the sea like he had been planning to. “Let him go”

Shimazaki unceremoniously dropped the man and he didnt waste a single second before fleeing down the hall almost tripping with his own feet.

Shimazaki laughed, closed the door and turned around ready to joke with Minegishi like they did everytime they decimated an opposing force.

Except Minegishi currently was sitting in the floor burying his face in his hands.

“Minegishi?” Shimazaki tentatively called

“If he calls the police then Im done for good” Minegishi quietly mumbled

“What? why?” Shimazaki exclaimed  “He was the one who came screaming and woke us up! He was screaming at you!”

“Dont you understand?” Minegishi straightened turning to look at Shimazaki “That was my landlord. I cant go around threatening my landlord!”

“Your what?”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT A-” Minegishi started but stopped to take a deep breath 

“He owns this place” Minegishi finally saaid gesturing around

“What? I thought this place was yours”

“No  I don’t.” Minegishi grumbled “I don’t have that amount of money...I actually don’t even have enought to pay all of Yamada sans demands”

“What? Arent you super rich or something?”

“Waht makes you think that?”

“Well...with all the stuff you buy me...and how you are always working...”

“You though that I...?” Minegishi said in disbelief  before quietly chuckling “How much do you think Im paid?”

Shimazaki shrugs 

“You do realize you are a lost cause, right?”

“HEY”

Minegishi stood up dusting his pants “Here c’mon” he then walked towards the doors “Let’s go”

“Where?” Shimazaki whined “Im hungry”

“I have to go now and somehow covince everybody to not sue me or Yamada-san...I would preferred to change first but we have to do this as soon as possible if i dont want to pay even more money.”

“And why do i have to go? ” 

“For starters because this is your fault.” Minegishi deadpanned “And besides I dont trust you enough to leave you alone in my kitchen”

Shimazaki couldnt argue back so he crossed his arms and followed Minegishi out

I know, I know its been more than a year since I last updated this but *gestures vaguely* life.last year of college.new fandoms. global crisis...

And more importantly... tumblr deleting all my drafts

Seriously I had like a good chunk of the prank scene written since last years august but Tumblr kept deleting my drafts and i had to rewrite all of that like 5 times which was pretty descourangingly (that and the lack of response )

It’s a shame considering the whole scene of the prank was the main reason for me to write this. I was very excited to write it.

I hope it lived to your expectations because i know I kept talking about this

Anyway I wish i could tell you when the next part is coming, because theres still more (this thing just grows and grows out of control) but yeah *gestures vaguely at everything going around*

What I know is that I want to write this before i forget how key scenes go (part of the discouragement was that i forgot some cool witty dialogue i had for the prank and I was so mad at mysellf for not remebering) so lets see how this goes.

I missed these dorks.

Anyway any feedback is greatly appreciated (reblogs>likes).

You can find me  in ao3 ( Im posting these headcanons and other fics there)

 It’s an honor to contribute to leftist propaganda

[xododa]

the thing about briar u:

(i haven’t read the 3rd book yet bc connelly and brenna just took my soul with them)

the chase:

two points:

1- I absolutely LOVE The Chase, Colin Fitzgerald for sure reap my heart and this is a real statement: it belongs to him. I don’t i have words to describe what a feel for him, because I see myself there, I put myself in his place and completely understood what he was feeling about everything.

2-I won’t say too much about Summer, just that she’s my animal spirit and for sure a sagittarius, thanks my girl was so compreensive with Fitz feelings.

Well, I feel Fitz in ways i thought I didn’t know it was possible, we both are so similar when it comes of feelings, he has this jungkook vibes (at least the one a put jungkook in to, my virgo baby is so precious) and almost died every time he let go a chance to say something to Summer. But I genuinely understand him because is so hard for restrained people and insecure like us to really demonstrate our feelings just because we think a lot about not being reprocal and those stuffs. Their evolution really was something, thought I would be glad with more moments of them getting to know each other, little steps of Fitz open himself to Summer and her being all comprehensive and patient with him. Fitz, to me, is a unique character in the hole Briar universe, Garret, Logan, Dean and Tucker were all very clear about their feelings, with themselves at least, and in Colin’s case was something that he tried to convince himself to believe HE was worth being loved and more, that he was worth having Summer with him. So the thing about Fitz it’s just that I feel him in every way.

“So yes, Summer is everything. She’s my muse. My sketches of her are already being transferred onto my computer to create the assets for the new video game I’m designing. She’s my laughter, because everything she says makes me laugh. She’s my trigger, because holy shit do we scream at each other sometimes. I never knew I was capable of expressing raw emotion, didn’t think I even had it in me. She’s my desire, because I can’t take a step without wanting to be inside her. But most of all, she’s my heart.“

i will repeat this but my.baby.deserves.the.whole.fucking.world

the risk:

i dont think i’ll EVER get over Jake Connelly. his the most precious thing in this world and I too FEEL him, my baby deserves so much. pls elle kennnedy bring more of connelly and brenna im dying with a hole in my heart.

Ok, let’s begin with the risk, Brenna is amazing no news, I was very moved with her story, but this thing I love about Elle’s writing is that she puts emotion in the male characters, it's so hard to find males with this kind of feelings, but they exist hahah. As with Colin, Jake had in the first moment, i read it somewhere and I agree, Jake has this Logan vibe, he wants to have Brenna and goes for it, its the only Off Campus male I can put together, don’t know whyyyy. I just finish read the risk and I had to put in words what I was feeling because I was very close to ripe my heart out. Their deal lead to a very good thing between them, It shows that a person in much more than what you can see for outside and even with the whole enemy stuff they find a way to be together and the CHEMISTRY my god, its amazing, they feel each other, the connexion is what I call. I think Connelly has this altruistic feeling somewhere, trying to make those who are important to him happy, and I would say he’s a tauros, very comprehensive and also sassy (i LovE iT). The thing about him helping Brenna immediately every time she need it and also always being clear that he wanted her, being clear about his feelings was something that had me falling for him. But most, when he abdicated his happiness due to his talk with the team and regretting was something, man. I’m not good putting words or writing, but the feeling the genuine feeling of falling in love for the first time and don’t know how to react to this, Connelly had it, he was so comprehensive and caring with Brenna, even when they had the confused feelings, maybe things are getting random, but Brenna is amazing, Jake is amazing and I had SO MANY beautiful quotes to put here put man and for sure I’ll read the risk again, but I think those are THE ones:  

anyway, thank you Jake Connelly and Brenna Jensen I think I got a lesson coming from both of you (sobbing).

[siarven]

11/11/11 Tag

Tagged by @fatal-blow​, thank you!! <333 

there are so many tag things waiting for me and I’m procrastinating everything but this looks fun so here we go!

1.       How many wips do you have going on right now?

Uhhhh.....in terms of active wips I have two! As Dreams Collide and Like Dragons of Old. Though Dreams is more active than Dragons, right now, because dammit I have to finish something once. Both are the first in a trilogy, but Dragons is probably going to escalate very badly and be 400k long. I hope Dreams stays under 200k XD 

Counting on-hold WIPs all in all I have ... 9? I bet none of them will stay standalones, so ... far too many. :’D Whyyyy can’t I do short things.

2.       Loud clicky keyboards or quiet keyboards?

Hmm I started typing “quiet keyboard” but then realized that mine clicks pretty loudly so I guess.... I like keyboard sounds? XD 

3.       Who was your first OC?

That is a very good question. I don’t really remember? I’ve never written fanfic so all characters in all my stories were original (well, sort of, some were very similar to characters from my latest fave book.... xD) I told myself stories long before I could write... I think it might have been a tiger xDDD 

I think my “first proper” OC is Ilien, who’s been ghosting through my stories for a pretty long time now. He’s now one of the main characters in Firewings, an immortal, 500-year-old sort-of-mercenary who is known by others as “fog rider” (It sounds better in German...) and most people think he’s a myth. He wears only white and runs around at night killing poeple-eating monsters and saving those stupid enough to be caught by them. Firewings sort of grew around him and his accidentally-adopted-daughter :D

4.       Are there any common themes that come up in a lot of wips or characters?

I really, really love hope punk since its creation last year! I think the theme in that would be ... weaponized kindness and compassion and hope? xD

Grey morality is 100% my thing

I usually have some sort of dragon in any given story, does that count as a theme?

Also, really mean, creative magic systems and the cost of power

I love the found family trope :’3

platonic love!!!!!!! (but also all other kinds of love)

stories!

uhhhh probably more but I can’t think of anything

5.       Are there any genres you currently write for now that you never thought you would write for when you first started?

Uhhh not really xD I’ve always loved fantasy stories and my stories are still mostly fantasy xD 

6.       Do you typically spend more time developing/creating protagonists or antagonists?

Hmm I think it’s definitely protagonists xD I usually start developing them far earlier, too, and then the antagonists sort of come after xD

7.       Do you have a line you’ve written that you really like? Post it if you do!

I can’t think of one right now, probably because the only thing I’ve written during this past month has been an “Overly Detailed Outline” of As Dreams Collide. XD

8.       When you’re coming up with a new wip, where do you usually find inspiration?

There are so many ways! Usually it starts with a character, or a place, or a concept, and then it grows around that. Or “what if”s! I also really like pinterest for character/place/mood inspiration :3 I’ve found that my most creative ideas usually come from non-fiction talks, novels, or documentaries (or travelling). Especially when these things are about something connected to nature :3 

As Dreams Collide started with a certain “mood” and an image I had in my head back in 12th grade, which I then wrote down, made a short story out of, and then it turned into a novel during NaNoWriMo 2014. It’s something completely different now and even that original mood and image are gone, but it’s grown with its characters and the world and I really like where it’s going. The original idea was quite similar to a lot of other things, which was fine... but it’s much more original now, and I really, really like that :3 Also it’s much more me than that original idea would’ve been xD 

Like Dragons of Old started with the idea of a half-feral kid being raised among towering stacks of books in a library, with stories being a very important theme. (I got that idea from listening to a talk by Neil Gaiman about the importance of stories and, specifically, libraries). Then another kid emerged, who’d been born in the library, and LDOO evolved into a story of two children who loved each other more than anything else in the world, but would grow up to make a single different choice under the very same circumstances which would set them on drastically diverging paths, and who would end up as terrible enemies one day, while still loving each other. 

I realized quite quickly that it would have to be a trilogy, and I also really liked the idea that they’d start out as kids and grow up in the first one, be apart from one another in the second, and be around 40 or 50 years old during the last book, when everything had escalated to its worst point and they would meet again on opposing sides. 

Timbre and Selandri slowly turned into people, and the world(s) they would live in mostly emerged from inspirational photos and art that I found on pinterest :D

The magic system and gods came from a long brainstorming session, with me deciding in the beginning that it would be sound/music magic and tree gods, and then trying to figure out how to make that into a cool thing.

Onii, the phoenix who chooses to look like a chicken, happened because I really wanting a chicken in the story, but one who wouldn’t die from old age during it, and then she was suddenly a POV character x). 

It’s grown out of a bunch of random ideas and images that have next to nothing in common which I really loved, and it’s now my fave WIP ever. I have all of those random mini-ideas and concepts written on small pieces of paper, and all of them are stuck together so I don’t loose them in the chaos XD

Usually my best ideas are things that have nothing in common, get put in a big pot, stirred thoroughly, and are somehow “cooked” into a coherent story x)

Hm, this escalated a bit whoops

9.       Would you ever want to have writing as a career?

Yessssss

10.   What is your ideal writing environment?

I have a desk and there I sit and type XD Bonus points if I can listen to film/game scores, or instrumental music. Extra bonus points when there’s a thunderstorm outside and I don’t have to leave the whole day and can just write. :’)

11.   Pick your favorite question that I answered and answer it!

Well, you gave me the same questions, so... XD 

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I’m an idiot and also lazy so you all get the same questions because they were very good questions and I want to know your answers :)

instead of question 11 you get: What are your favourite 3 books and why? (it’s a great way to find new books hehe :D all the unread books in my bookshelf sigh in horror) 

I’m tagging @romenna @fynniana @madmoonink @kittensartswriting @raiswanson @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword @wilde-writing @theprissythumbelina @cirianne and anyone else who wants to x) Only if you want to, of course! :3

[barbika1508]

Beach day in Busan (OT7 x Reader/Fluff)

Words: 3,9k

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: One-shot / Friendship

Warning: Probably some cursing

Summary: The boys surprised the reader with a visit to Busan and one of its beaches. It takes no time for mischief to arise.

‘’Last one in is a rotten egg!!!!’’ I shout on the top of my lungs already grinning widely, as I proceeds to quickly tug off Jungkook’s t-shirt that he lent me which I was using as a “beach dress” as it’s big enough to cover me till my upper knees.

This is all the boys’ idea, let me clarify it at first. I’ve lived near the sea all my life, and moving to Seoul was a difference. I mean there is the Han river, but there’s nothing quite like the sea and summer time where you can just cool down in it. The boys noticed, my lack of motivation for anything and this weekend organized to go to Busan. It’s a nice 3 to 4-hour drive if the traffic isn’t that bad. Jin drove most of the time, until suspiciously Jimin switched to the front seat when we were past Daegu. Then it all became obvious where we were going.

We stopped at a hotel that Namjoon booked for us to change. They had it all covered, bringing beach towels, and even gear. Hoseok was sneaky enough to get me my bikini and everything I would need that I left behind thinking that we were going to a location, as they told me they had a work day and would take me with then to ease the hard day ahead.

But instead of watching them from the sidelines I led the way with Jimin and Jeongguk who led the way towards a more secluded beach area. Not a lot of people to pay attention to us luckily.

And the moment we stopped everyone was in action settling down towels to lie on comfortably instead of the hot sand, while some set the giant umbrellas up (on the boy’s demand because I don’t really care about shade) others getting comfortable. But it was finally the moment I’ve been waiting for since I’ve learned where we were going to.

‘’There’s no need to rush…you’re going to trip!!’’ Yoongi speaks up as I struggle with the shorts, trying to kick them off.

‘’Rush! Fast, fast!!!’’ I cheer instead noticing the amused and surprised expressions. Namjoon is smiling as he looks at me, Yoongi shakes his head not giving any indication of taking of the ridiculous long sleeve shirt he put on. Jin is struggling with the umbrella as Jeongguk is staring at me ready to say something but changes his mind, while Taehyung and Hobi are settling the other umbrella, meanwhile Jimin is staring up grinning widely.

Stumbling almost over I reach up to cup my boobs quickly making sure everything is in place ‘’Aha.’’ I cheer quietly finally kicking off the shirts onto Hoseok’s towel. I’ll pick and fold the clothes later.

‘’Okay sunscreen time Y/N come here…’’ Jin announces having finished with the umbrella. He turns to me cheerfully dusting his hands, while I’m snorting in reply and tug the elastic band from my hair letting them lose ‘’Young lady.’’ He starts teasingly making me show him my tongue as I start to back away teasingly. Yet it bumps into something, and there’s suddenly Yoongi there stopping me in my tracks.

‘’How immature can you be?! Are you seriously going too…’’ he stars but I lean up giving him a peck on the check and ducking past him, rushing away. I can’t help but to laugh, as I break into a proper run gripping my boobs. I ignore the stares I’m getting and still turn around stopping enough so I’m walking backwards grinning widely at the stunned boys ‘’COME ON!!’’ I shout in English waving my arm, before turning around not waiting on they’re response.

Finally, my feet reach the shore and the sea. I shriek laughing at how cool the water actually is. Nobody of other people are in the water, they’re just enjoying sitting on the shallow parts. But I don’t slow down I go straight ahead laughing as it feels freezing against my skin the water splashing around me. When I’m mid tight in I slow down for a moment.

‘’Y/N-ah!!!!’’ glancing back with my arms raised and in fists I grin as I look at Taehyung that’s apparently been sent to get me ‘’Come back you need to put sunscreen on!!’’ he tries in an encouraging way. Glancing back, I see the others Kookie and Jimin waving while Jin is putting sunscreen on Namjoon and Hobi is on Yoongi. I grin instead meeting Taehyung’s eyes his sunglasses on his head.

‘’Hear that?!’’ I switch to Korean to which my question confuses him as he glances around ‘’Mermaids!! They are calling me!! I need to go!!’’ I go dramatically starting to walk backwards and hiss as the water raises to my waist.

‘’No, come on don’t be…’’

‘’My love!!!’’ I shout dramatically turning around.

‘’Y/N…’’ but his shout gets lost as I take in a deep breath and grip my nose, then dive straight forward and underneath the slightly wavy sea. And yes, before you ask I lived near the sea I’m a great swimmer and I tried to learn to swim underwater without holding my nose, but some things in life don’t turn out the way you want to don’t judge me.

I hold my eyes closed for a moment as I shudder at the coolness. But then opening my eyes I can see the sand and how far ahead I am. So, with a few pushes I’m swimming forward, enjoying the cooling effect on my skin, and the many colors of the sun underneath the water.

I spot some fishes here and there, but the beach looks like it’s stretches ahead the sand consistent underneath me. I reach a point where I am standing and not touching the ground anymore. It’s at that point when I need air, so I go up resurfacing. And then there’s shouting again. I huff and blindly raise my head towards the sky, as I push away the water that’s dripping down my face. Blinking I turn around towards the beach confused at the shouting boys.

Jin is in panic, as he shouts at Jeongguk who’s in the water, along with Jimin looking around in confusion. I frown slightly noticing they’re dressed in t-shirt despite coming into the sea. I watch as Namjoon points towards me and Taehyung is off, sprinting and diving into the water like a pro swimmer; I think he’s swimming towards me. Because the others suddenly turn towards me too.

I give Jin and the others on the beach a confused look, raising my hand up in question. But then I notice someone swimming past the struggling Taehyung and before I can blink before me is Jeongguk breathless.

‘’Whoah! That was…’’ I falter for words as he stares at me trying to stay afloat ‘’You’re awesome!!’’ I cheer raising my hands up in triumph but then he’s right in my face, one arm hocking against my waist tugging me with him ‘’What are you doing?!’’ I rush clinging onto his shoulders trying not to sink underneath he surface.

‘’Noona you scared us!’’ he exclaims trying to glare at me while I stare at him puzzled, and swing my own legs around, then readjust my grip underneath his arm, as I start keeping us afloat. He’s still catching his breath, and gratefully leans onto me. Interesting recuse mission.

‘’Is she okay are you okay?! You aren’t drowning, are you?!’’ Taehyung rushes reaching us, Jimin silently coming to us too with a float worm underneath his arms. He looks adorable staring at us with big eyes.

‘’Drowning?!’’ I ask in proper cluelessness but tug Jeongguk with me, towards the shallow water ‘’I wasn’t drowning, what gave you that idea?!?’’ I go on glaring at Taehyung, as the maknae clings onto me still catching his breath.

‘’You were gone for so long!’’ Jimin speaks swimming on my left as he keeps his eyes onto me ‘’You disappeared and then you were gone for a while minute!!’’ he goes on to which I look surprised.

‘’A whole minute?!’’ I repeat ‘’Whoa lungs capacity got better.’’ I chuckle but nobody does the same, and then the maknae is straightening up, his arms switching around my waist ‘’I’m fine guys seriously, I didn’t drown or go drown myself, I’m a good swimmer… arrggg…’’ I shout as I’m suddenly being lifted up. The youngest lifted me in a way, that has my legs to raise up while my face and whole head submerges underneath the surface for a moment. But it’s enough for my body to react by inhaling through my nose and mouth the salty water burning down my throat. When I resurface Jimin is at my side, his hands on my shoulders as he tries to prop me up as I cough.

‘’Pabo!! Let her down I’m going to carry her…’’

‘’You’re both idiots let me!!’’ Taehyung attempts my arm being pulled up while I have my eyes squinted shut, as I try to spit the water from my mouth, my hair flattened over my face.

‘’I have her, stop it…’’Jeongguk goes on tugging me away, but the two remain persistent tugging at me Jimin still thankfully holding me up as I’m basically being held over Jeongguk’s shoulder.

‘’STOP!!!’’ I shout angrily, as I try to prop myself over his clothed back, while the older boys let go of me for a moment as I spit the salty water from my mouth letting out a groan. I feel gentle fingers trace over my face removing some hair away. Reaching up I just rub my face and finally open my eyes as I push the water from my face.

‘’I’d appreciate if you put me down.’’ I speak up trying to prop myself up which isn’t working ‘’Why are you wearing shirts?!’’

‘’Why aren’t you?!’’ Taehyung speaks up making me raise my eyebrows as Jeongguk goes to readjust me, but doesn’t let me go. He just takes a hold of me bridal style.

‘’He doesn’t mean it like that Noona because you look…’’ Jimin starts his eyes drifting down, my body. It just so happens that I have my arms crossed underneath my breasts to which Jeongguk is looking straight ahead. I’d smirk under normal circumstances and tease him and the others but now I put on an angry act instead.

‘’Yeah sure Jimin-ah. Yah let me go!’’ I try again, pushing away at Jeongguk’s arms and chest, but he’s putting his attention back onto me his hold getting more secure.

‘’No.’’ he says simply and then turning around he starts to walk towards the shore as I trash in his hold.

‘’No but whyyyy?!?’’ I whine loudly ‘’I want to go swimming!!!’’ I try again, reaching towards Taehyung and Jimin who trail behind us with smiles ‘’Traitors!!!’’ I go on glaring ‘’Why can’t I enjoy myself!!’’ I go on finally stopping to fight when we leave the water completely. I just sag into Jeongguk’s hold ‘’This is unfair.’’ I grumble making him chuckle.

‘’You’re acting like Jin hyung.’’ The maknae teases to which I reply by show him my tongue.

‘’Finally.’’ Yoongi comments ‘’How long does it take to bring her over here?! And it takes three of you to do so!!!’’ he gives the boys a pointed look, while I cross my arms, letting Jeongguk drop me down under the biggest umbrella, next to the rapper that raises his eyebrow at me.

‘’Not my fault she acts like Jin hyung!! She’s stubborn!’’ Jeongguk goes on chuckling at my expression once he’s satisfied with me staying still.

‘’She’s right here!’’ I point out, attempting to reach after the youngest boy but then a towel is dropped over me, hands working over my sides.

‘’Seriously, you’re such a pest.’’ Yoongi comments the towel pulled down enough for me to see he’s the one patting me dry.

‘’I’m a simple girl, I just want to go swim.’’ I pout as I look at him. He glances at me, and the proceeds to drop the towel a cream replaced in his hands.

‘’You need to think with your head for once.’’ He mumbles as I drop my hands at my sides and glare ahead at Namjoon who’s reading a book under an umbrella. The others are settled in the shades as well, the maknaes reapplying they’re sun creams.

‘’Why are you all so afraid of the sun?!’’ I blur out as I hold my arms up Yoongi’s slim fingers, working the sun screen over every inch of my skin ‘’Because I’ve never in my life put sunscreen on for myself.’’ I go on surprising him for a moment, as he goes to squeeze some more of the liquid onto his palm.

‘’Are you trying to get skin cancer or something?!’’ he blurs out making me frown as I turn to him once more from watching the bickering younger boys.

‘’You’re exaggerating. I used to be so tan when I was little.’’ I go on ‘’I had freckles, my hair was bright on its own. My skin was clear because of the sea water. When we lived in the city, I went out to the beach every day or played in the streets. And I never had to put sunscreen on.’’

He remains silent, as he works onto turning me around and his hand settle over my back. I sigh reaching behind to undo the back of my bra.

‘’What are you doing?!’’ he rushes grabbing onto my hands.

‘’Isn’t it obvious?!’’

‘’You can’t get naked here!’’ he hisses trying to pry my hands away, but all I do is undo the strings ‘’Y/N!!’’ he half exclaims, as I reach forward his hands on my wrists and bring my legs up, but hold my hands over my breasts.

‘’I’m not getting naked you ass, I’m not that confident.’’ I go on stubbornly as my hands cup my boobs properly ‘’Put the damn cream on. Aish you’re pissing me off.’’ I mutter the last part glaring ahead at the sea. I feel another pair of hands, running through my hair, and glancing up its Hoseok silently, tugging my hair together into a pony tail. I just sigh as Yoongi works over my back. But I look at the dancer who goes to settle himself next to me.

‘’We’re just trying to look out for you.’’ He speaks genuinely, his hand resting over my knee patting it. I lean to the side, and look up at him at his small encouraging smile. I sigh turning forward again. How I wish I could again just rush in, and stay underwater for a while. The whole purpose of coming here is for me to be in the sea and just let go. Have fun, but also think a few things through in the water. That is in fact how I came up with some major life choices; always in a body of water.

Silently Yoongi’s fingers slip over my own, so I let go of the strings that he proceeds to tie together while silently I reach for the tube, that he hands to me. I proceed to, spread the cream over my chest, still hating the fact that I have to do this. I really hate sun cream. Sighing I move to my belly and glance up at the boys all looking calm, and resting for a change nobody actually speaking up not even Jimin or Tae. They’re leaning against each other, glasses on Jimin reading a comic strip while Tae is going through his phone. Jungkook is playing something on his Nintendo while Jin is hovering over him from time to time commenting something. Namjoon is still very much focused on his book. Glancing back Yoongi is relaxed, eyes closed as he lays next to me on the free part of the towel. And then there’s Hobi still next to me; but he has a notebook on his lap and writes something now and then down.

Stretching my legs out, I spread the cream finally and then close the cap happily. But I quickly read the back of the tube, frowning as I have to stay outside for more than 15 minutes. Throwing it to the side, I proceed to stretch out, and then readjust the bra on myself glancing down and at my stomach. I poke at my belly smirking to myself. Eh who needs the gym, winter is in one month meaning all the hoodies I can wear!!!! Glancing up I catch Hoseok staring at me with a small smile.

‘’What?!’’ I ask him, as he proceeds to turn to his notebook, and writes something down ‘’Whaatttt?!’’ I whine leaning onto him, and look down recognizing only three words before groaning again letting myself lean onto him completely ‘’Not fair.’’ I reply making him chuckle, as I slid over his front, and into his lap, covering the notebook preventing him to write anything else down. Of course, he’s writing in hangul. I may speak Korean but reading is still a struggle.

‘’You know multiple languages that’s not fair either.’’ He goes on, tugging his hands from underneath me and settles them over my back proceeding to write.

‘’Still…’’ I grumble his only reply is chuckle and smile, before he’s writing down even more than before. But I remain leaning over his lap, my hands now in the sand, as I try to push it together for it only to fall apart. Turning my head to the right I can see the extra backpack, of things the boys brought. I catch sight of neon yellow flippers. Raising an eyebrow, I turn to the boys once more but the situation is unchanged. They must be tired to lack enthusiasm; because we are in fact on the beach. So, I close my eyes for a few moments, and just rest there, before raising up, Hoseok letting me and watching me curiously.

‘’Mixtape stuff?’’ I ask leaning onto his shoulder as I continue to look down at the symbols that fill out most of the page. He hums back pencil stopping as he rolls it between his fingers.

‘’I’m trying.’’ He admits with a slight frown to which I glance up at him, reaching up to run my hand through his hair. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall to the side, as my fingernails run gently over his scalp. He hums contently.

‘’I’m sure it’s amazing already.’’ I add ‘’From what I can see you got the basics down right?!’’ his eyebrows scrunch up ‘’Okay no more talk about that. Relax Hobi. Relaxation time!!!’’ I try as he sighs frustrated and opens his eyes glaring at the paper.

‘’I’m fine.’’ He replies back, as I straighten up and take in a deep break.

‘’Sure.’’ I snap sarcastically his eyes on me ‘’Just take it easy okay??’’ I try and run my finger gently over his cheek while shifting onto my knees ‘’Don’t force it. Just…do whatever you feel like. From the heart, and soul.’’ I touch his heart, and then lift his chin up as I give him an encouraging smile.

‘’Now…’’ I speak up getting looks immediately ‘’I have sun screen on, been sitting here for 15 minutes more…can I go for a swim?!’’ I ask looking between the boys that remain silent ‘’I’m going.’’ I state with the lack of reply even from Jin and get up stepping onto the hot sand hissing ‘’Shit!’’ I laugh jumping into the shade. This earns myself smiles and chuckles of amusement ‘’S hot.’’ I complain and pull the bag with the swimming gear towards me.

‘’Then you should wait Y/N.’’ Namjoon says as I tug out the first pair of flippers to discover they’re probably Jin’s.

‘’Ha, no.’’ I reply finding another pair of yellow ones the number the smallest of the three pairs the boy’s bought earlier. Picking up a matching water mask, I straighten up glancing around. Everyone is pretty much in the shade, not even in the sea anymore ‘’I’m not going to drown, so no panic please.’’ I speak up, undoing the ponytail and handing the elastic band to Hoseok.

‘’Just wait an hour, then…’’ he starts but I’m stepping away.

‘’Love you!’’ I say teasingly and then proceed to curse as I jump ahead, breaking into a sprint again but this time for another reason ‘’Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch…’’ I mutter under my breath, quickly reaching the water. Once my feet are submerged I sigh in relief turning around with a grin ‘’It’s nice!!’’ I shout getting curious looks. But again, I’m not going to convince them to come, if they don’t want to. I proceed to pull the flippers on, and walk backwards into the sea, it raising on me quickly. Spitting into my mask, I glance around the shore. Most of the people are actually looking at me. Damn. So, with that I turn around, as I spread the spit over the inside of the mask, and then place it over my head, eyes and nose.

Turning back, I wave at the boys, getting back a wave from Jimin, but they haven’t moved much.

‘’YEESSS BROOOO!!’’ I cheer as Jeongguk is up, along with Taehyung taking they’re own pairs of flippers and masks. I stare as they quickly make they’re way to the water.

‘’You big baby’s.’’ I tease them as they hesitantly enter the water this time, not panicking over my drowning. It was all adrenaline before. Raising my mask up I take a proper look at the two.

‘’Its cold Y/N!’’ Taehyung whines while Jeongguk is already underneath the water that reaching under his chin as he swims over to me.

‘’Cold like my heart?!’’ I cheer laughing at my own bad joke. Taehyung groans, while I hear clapping which I only assume is from Jin, but the sound gets interrupted as I grin cockily when Jeongguk just raises up and pushes my shoulders, causing me to sink underneath. I laugh at his reaction grabbing at his wrist. Of course, he now stands up but takes me up with him, as I have a strong grip.

‘’Ugh Noona…’’ he complains and stumbles backwards this time disappearing down, without a mask. I end up laughing but grab his hand properly tugging him up.

‘’Softie.’’ I coo and smirk as Taehyung frowning reaches us, but holds a go pro in his hand ‘’It’s not so bad is it?!’’ I point out smirking while the maknae is pushing the water from his face. I don’t even want to look at the scene, because wet Bangtan…you all know what I mean.

‘’Still cold.’’ He pouts turning the camera on as I laugh.

‘’You’ll get warm soon.’’ I reply ‘’The one who gathers the most shells wins.’’

‘’Wins what?’’ Jeongguk’s eyes sparkle immediately.

‘’A kiss on the cheek from Noona?’’ Taehyung proposes making me frown.

‘’I’m gonna end up wining how do I kiss myself?!’’

At this Jeongguk lets out a mocking laugh ‘’As if! We all know I’m winning.’’

‘’I don’t even know if it’s worth playing.’’ Tae grumbles.

‘’The one who wins buys pizza on movie night.’’ I state both of them nodding quickly.

‘’Deal!’’ the maknae cheers and slides his mask on, and suddenly dives underneath.

‘’Yahhh you brat you didn’t…’’ I cut my shout shirt and turn to Taehyung ‘’Can you believe…’’ and he’s off diving underneath. Raising an eyebrow unimpressed I slide the mask down again. I proceed to breath in and out before diving underneath. Time to explore.

*It’s safe to say that Jeongguk won the bet. And had Taehyung paying for the pizzas a week later as I got second place. Not a total loss for me, so I don’t got anything to complain. Sorry TaeTae.*

Copyright 2017© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

[trixcuomo]

Final?? Org Daily Mail Interview With Trixany Cuomo

Approx. 10 min read. The Org Daily Mail liquors Trixany up and let’s ‘er rip. BTW Trix has a guild tag now, but I did leave her unguilded for a while and it inspired me.

Alternate title: Free Trixany!

Org: So, Trixany…

Trix: Eyup.

Org: Eyup.

Random Orc #1: …Eyup.

Random Orc #2: Uh-huh. *hands out the beer*

Trix: Wow. Kaja Cola makes beer? Nice. *has a big sip*

Org: Sort of. Miss Trixany Cuomo, thank you for joining us again.

Trix: Yeah. Being here for the second time is… meh. I guess. And I figure the Trixany versus the Org Daily Mail, love-hate relationship thing has to end sometime, right? You know, this Kaja Cola beer is unusually good. It’s even giving me ideas!

Org: Well done, Trixany. You’ve earned a toffee.

Trix: Haha, nice! *spins in her swivel chair*

Org: Let’s get to it--

Trix: Ooh! I know a girl in another video game who says that. She’s good with a whip. And if I ever, as a video game character, did a cosplay of another video game character, like inside my game? It would totally be Franziska Von Karma.

Org: What… the heck are you talking about now, Trixany?

Trix: *gulps more Kaja Cola beer from the can, swivels*

Camera man: *chuckles*

Org: *starts ignoring Trixany* Alright. So, a lot has happened since the last time you were in the Org Daily Mail studio. Care to explain?

Trix: Oh cool! Yeah, I was wanting to talk about that—wait, do you mean about my glam fishing project?

Org: Welp, this episode will be boring and drop our ratings then… *mutters, annoyed* No, tell us about something more… spicy.

Trix: Okay so, me and Haris Pilton finally had that knock-down, drag-out fight that witch deserved. But then, someone got cute and put us in the same ghetto Lower City Hospital ward. *shrugs, swivels* Which only led to a re-match.

Org: Woah. That’s awful, Trixany. We’re so sorry to hear that someone out there finally took a swing at you… *winks at the camera*

Trix: No, she’s the rotten one. After her little dog stopped being cute, Paris stole my pet dragon whelp Nautistrasz, saying it wasn’t ‘my brand.’ And I told her that her brand is trashbags and Febreeze! Then, she hit me. *tears up* I’m a Bloodknight. She started it, I finished it. Retribution comes with the territory. *sips her beer, calms* Anyway, it ended on a good note. After they transferred me to Scryers Hospital and my recovery was almost finished, I figured—hey, I’m already in here. Might as well get some work done. And there are some treatments you can only get for a good price in Outland. Can you see it? I sort of have a new face now, like that Kardashian girl. *puckers* It’sh shubtle, but alsho mega poutier, shee?

Org: Uh… Hokaaay...

Camera man: How do we trick her into talking about the really good stuff that’ll get her jailed again? Try that!

Org: Ah! So, I see that you’re currently guildless. Isn’t that a bit shameful for someone at your level? A bit… sad? Aren’t you lonely? Angry? Angry enough to start fighting people, or to start some other crazy drama? Maybe shave your head? Attack a Goblin trike with a baseball bat? Punch a camera man in the face like Kanye while you’re walking out of the Mankirk’s Wife Memorial Airport*, right at the heart of Orgrimmar?!

Camera man: Or, you could not encourage her to punch me in the face…

Trix: Wait, is the zeppelin… place… is it called that?

Org: Yeah, it’s pretty sweet. The new zeppelins are now tricked out in all those Quilboar hides that were just piling up in the Barrens, but few people know. Actually, we’re going to start calling it Mankirk’s Wife Memorial Airport after we crash the zeppelin master’s association dinner and finally expose them. Can’t wait. Muahaha…

Camera man: Yeah, you have to tune in for the next episode!

Trix: Mhrm, *files nails* I figured that seemed more like something -you guys- would do.

Org: Now, about you being guild-free and ready to hurt people and also raise our ratings?

Trix: I know, I know, whenever you see someone max-level without a guild tag, it’s like… I dunno, seeing someone who’s clearly not wearing a bra and it’s kind of awkward? And also kinda hawt. But I think you guys can handle that from Trixany. Like right now. We’re hangin’ out and everyone’s fine.

Org: … Wait.

Camera man: Woah. And now, this episode is being banned in Thundberbluff, the Exodar, Stormwind… Not Goldshire, for some reason.

Trix: Being guild-free is liberating, it’s wild! Another thing, being guildless is like being bra-less in that it’s also nobody’s bloody business. I tell those haters, ‘Don’t spam me with your life advice—I look great!’

Org: *clears throat and carefully looks her in the eye* Well, um. But don’t you sometimes feel like you need… more support? Social support, I mean.

Camera man: Sure, Bill. Whatever you say, Bill...

Trix: Nah, I got friends. I still hang out with all the Kaja-Cola girls, too—Actually, there’s talk of us re-forming our girl band. Our new single is going to be unbelievable. Mega Meghan Mango and I wrote it. I think we’re calling it… Roleplay Got Back? It’s the cutest song. And scandalous, yet empowering. And hilarious. Which is like, exactly my brand. Stupid Haris….

Org: Wait, let’s go back to the free Trixany thing—

Trix: Wanna sample? I know one of the verses. Let’s see… *turns her rose red RET HO snapback the other way, and gestures aggressively* My emote anaconda don’t want none unless your roleplay got buns hon!

Org: STOP!! Now, about your lack of a guild… Ratings… need ratings… Trixany! Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if you went around in a um…? And, I mean, I’m a guy, but still-- aren’t there benefits to having one of those… *trails off, looks her cautiously in the eye again* Anyway! I’m just saying, we here at the Org Daily Mail, a quality family show, are very concerned because, without a bra-- a guild! Without a guild, you might stick out too much—No! What I’m saying is, you won’t fit in with other people! And you get less experience. Your mail doesn’t get delivered as fast, right? And aren’t there certain battle pets and other stuff you won’t be able to buy? Is being an individual really worth it?

Trix: I think I stick out just fine. Also, I have plenty of amazing experiences, the mail man always visits me first, and I walk right up to the front of the line at the auction house. They just let me. I even get a discount. Thanks, Drezmit! He’s taking me out this weekend. Aww, isn’t that so sweet of him? He says he’s been worried about me.

Org: *Tries hard not to laugh*

Camera man: Holy crap. I think she’s actually onto something there.

Org: Hold on. *feigning serious again* Are you… saying that you planned this? Going, let’s call it ‘tag-less’, is a real strategy for you?

Trix: Either that, or I just don’t care. *gulps more beer* Do you know what? Maybe it’ll be like that ‘I kissed a girl’ song or that thong song and everyone will start dropping their guild tags for the realer benefits, am I right? I mean, you’ll go to Club Night Owl and be like dancing, and then some hottie without a guild tag will walk in, and then they turn up the music, shine that spotlight, and suddenly everybody just drops their guild tags too, and parties even harder!

Org: Yeah, that won’t happen.

Trix: It could trend, you don’t know. Like glam fishing. I will force glam fishing to be a trend if I have to. Ouch! Sorry—kinda TMI I know, but this bra has been pinching me all day.

Org: Sure it is and I guess I’ll finally ask you… What’s glam fishing? Is this like a low-budget glamping that only Horde B celebrities would be into?

Trix: Seriously? Someone is finally asking me? Yes! Oh goodness, now I’m nervous. I invented it myself, it’s so cool. And it’s perfect if like, you feel your toon, IC’ly, would never dirty their hands with fishing, like me. Well, first, you find a beautiful fishing spot. Next, and this part is most important, you--

Org: Wait, nevermind! My camera man here says we’re out of time. *fake smile* Trixany, we can’t thank you enough for coming into the Org Daily Mail studio and telling us how you are. We care so much and we’re so glad that you’re out of rehab now and doing the topless thing—

Trix: It wasn’t that kind of rehab, and I would never do that! Why would you say that? Are you somehow twisting my words? I thought our last lawsuit settled this! *her speech slows* Wait, whyyyy did I blaaather on the way I did? What’s in thiiiiis friggin’ beer? And WHY did you saaaay this episode was being banned eeeeveryplace but Goldshire??

Org: And thank you all for watching! Remember everyone, the Org Daily Mail cannot be held liable for any gross misinterpretations of what its employees actually said and did today in the studio. Org Daily Mail is also a subsidiary of the Kaja-Cola Corporation: ‘We don’t exploit our workers, we exploit big flavor!’ *cheesy TV grin* Now everybody, you know how it works. Let’s say it together!

All: FOR THE HORDE, AND GOOD NIGHT!

Trix: Waaugh! *Falls out of her swivel chair.*

…

*Note:

Special thanks to a random stranger I talked to a whiiiiiiile back on an alt for the Mankirk’s Wife Memorial Airport idea. Sadly, I can’t remember your name! I joked about all the Quilboar hides piling up in the Horde probably going into the airport in Orgrimmar; that our zeppelins would be covered with them. And then, they laughed and said that if I saw the zeppelin towers as an airport (and it SO totally is) then it would have to be called Mankirk’s Wife Memorial Airport. I can even see Blizz putting a sign up there that says it. Can’t you? Okay so… possibly. And also some NPCs curing Quilboar hides as well as towing parcels… It’s kinda goofy, but I love it. Thank you, kind stranger! I hope it catches on. Another reason why I love this game. Random encounters with really, really fun people. Hahaha!

[littlemisskookie]

Soar

this is fucking old dear god whyyyy

Hoseok rummaged through his drawers, opening them and searching frantically. "Aish~ Where is it?" he muttered to himself. "I can't believe I actually ran out of paper. Who runs out of paper?" He realized that he needed some desperately because of a surge of inspiration: lyrics were popping through his mind. He had been in a stump for his lyrics lately, and though he had the compositions done, he was in a slump for lyrics.

And knowing him, the words would be fleeting quickly enough, and he needed to write down this random burst of creativity, and he needed to do so now.

But as it turns out, he ran out of paper.

"Ah, it's-" he whipped his head to the clock, his eyes widening. "2 AM?! I've been contemplating lyrics for that long?"

He grabbed a hat and a jacket, slipping on his sneakers and stumbling out of his apartment. He ran down the stairs, thinking of the places that would be open at this hour. He knew this drugstore that was open 24/7. It was within walking distance, too, which was even better.

He sped walked to the place, repeating the lyrics in his mind. He was a little past halfway there when he passed something that had him abruptly stop.

A woman was curled up on a bench, sobbing into her knees.

Hoseok thought to himself that he had to write down these lyrics so that Yoongi and Namjoon could see what he had come up with, but he shook his head, knowing that when someone was troubled, he'd be unable to ignore it. He cursed himself, turning to walk to the bench.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he stood in front of the crying woman, who still didn't notice his presence.

"Er- hi," he said, trying not to make the situation more awkward than it already was. "Are you okay, miss?"

The woman looked up at him, her eyes puffy in the dim city lights. Hoseok thought to himself what a stupid question it was to ask, especially since she clearly wasn't okay. Hoseok scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks turning crimson. "I-I mean... why's a pretty girl like you crying on a bench this time of night?"

She looked down, blushing as well. "It's nice that you care, sir, but I'm f-fine," she sniffled.

"Clearly not, otherwise you wouldn't be here," Hoseok said. "You clearly need company. Want to talk about what's wrong? I'm a stranger, but I'll listen."

She shook her head. "Not much I want to t-talk about at the moment."

"That's good, too," Hoseok nodded, sitting next to her. "Would you mind if I talked? I heard that helps sometimes, and I'm good at talking. A lot. Like, way more than is necessary, really."

The girl giggled despite herself, looking to him. "Okay, stranger. You can talk. I need someone to take my mind off things."

"Alright," Hoseok smiled. "Well, I guess I'll start with my name. I'm Jung Hoseok- but my friends call me J-Hope because it's more of my stage name, but I'll let you call me Hoseok. And your name- wait, don't tell me. You don't want to talk. Understandable."

The girl stayed silent, wiping away tears and listening to what the boy said.

"Well, I write music. I produce it, but I'm not a singer per say. I rap," Hoseok laughs. "Though, sometimes I don't feel as though I'm as good as my friends, Rap Monster and Suga. They've been passionate about writing music and making lyrics and rapping since they were young, and I don't have as much experience. My company had to teach me because the main thing I've been involved with before was dancing."

The girl raised an eyebrow, and the boy nodded eagerly.

"No, really. I did underground dancing for a long time, entering battles and such." He made his eyebrows dance, raising them up and down repeatedly. "And I'm not that bad if I do say so myself."

The girl smiled softly, and Hoseok grinned. "There we go! A pretty for a pretty girl. Don't cry, smiles are better."

She blushed lightly, glancing back to him. "Things are just... hard, Hoseok-ssi."

"I know they can be," Hoseok said softly. "But I think you just need hope. As long as you've got hope, nothing's over."

"I can't exactly find hope nowadays," she sighs.

"Well, I'll be your hope then," Hoseok grins, turning to her. "I mean, my name isn't J-Hope for nothing, huh?"

The girl breaks out into a full out laugh, and so does he. It felt good for her to laugh, it's been a while. Hoseok's breath hitches with what she does next, his cheeks going crimson with her actions. She hugged him, her arms around his neck and her head buried into his shoulder.

"Thanks, Hoseok," she whispered. "I really needed this, so thank you for giving me hope."

"N-No problem," he said, flustered. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her as well, patting her back softly. She pulled away, their eyes meeting.

"I hope this isn't my last time talking to you, Hoseok."

"Y-Yeah, I hope so too."

She gets up, wiping away her tears so that her cheeks were still red, but at least dry. "I'll... see you later," she says timidly. Hoseok watches from the bench as she walks away until she eventually disappears into the shadows.

He smiles to himself, intrigued by the young woman.

"... Shit, I forgot my lyrics!"

For the next few days, at exactly 2 AM, Hoseok would return to the bench. He'd wait for half an hour, and return back home. Eventually, he finished lyrics, though he had the sneaking suspicion they weren't as good as the first. Still, he found himself intrigued and distracted by the young woman he met, his mind never wandering far from her. Though they only had a brief interaction and conversation, he wanted to know more.

That Tuesday was exactly one week from the day he met her, and he decided that if she wasn't there that night, he would no longer return. He walked to the bench, expecting it to be empty as usual, but instead found a figure curled up atop it.

The girl had been waiting for him, and she looked up to see him. "I was waiting for you," she says softly. "I meant it when I said I didn't want this to be the last time I'd talk to you."

Hoseok found himself smiling.

For the next few weeks, or perhaps, months, they'd meet every Tuesday morning at exactly 2 AM, talking about their problems or about their day, or usually in her case, about random things. Some days she'd have a bruise on her cheek or a nasty cut, and she simply told him she was no dancer like he, so she lacked grace.

One day, Hoseok walked to the bench, finding the girl lying down on the bench, pressing an ice pack to her eye.

"What happened?" he asked softly, his face paling to see her like this.

"It's nothing, Hoseok," she mumbled. She began to sit up, but Hoseok sat down, pulling her back to where she rested her head on his lap.

"Let me see," he insisted.

"I've got an ice pack, I'll be fine."

"Please don't argue."

She sighed, removing the pack. Her eye was swollen, turning black and blue. Hoseok hissed lowly, grimacing at the sight as she put the ice back over the wound. "Who did this? Is it the same reason you keep having those bruises?"

She sighed softly. "My mother died a year ago giving birth to my baby brother. Ever since my dad's been getting drunk, and he's been taking out his frustration on me for the past few months."

"Why don't you run away?"

"I would, but I've got my baby brother to look out for," she says. "I mean, if I leave, Dad will kill him. And I can't call the police, Hoseok, I can't."

Hoseok pursed his lips. "It's none of my business, so I won't pry. I'll be here for you, no matter what. Don't lose hope."

"I won't. Not as long as you're with me," she whispers, reaching up to touch his face, moving a strand of hair away from his forehead. He smiled softly, stroking her hair.

"You'll fly," Hoseok promised. "Angels always find a way to soar."

She snorted. "How could I soar if I've already fallen?"

"How can you fall if you've never flown?"

"Hm, contradictory, aren't you?" she smiled lightly. "I hope I find a solution."

"You will," Hoseok guaranteed. "I'm sure you will."

Weeks continued. Some days she'd have a swollen eye or perhaps a cut, and Hoseok made sure to bring his backpack where he now stored a first aid kit. She'd allow him to treat her wounds on some mornings, and others she'd treat herself.

One day, he came to the bench, surprised that she wasn't there. Still, he sat there, waiting and waiting until it was 6 AM, and he knew she wasn't coming. He went home, taking the day off by texting Yoongi that he wouldn't be able to come.

He found that burst again, and he remembered what those lyrics were. Luckily for him, ever since that first time the boy had always kept an extra stash of paper, and as he was scribbling down the lyrics that matched perfectly with his composition, he found his attention directed to the TV that he had absentmindedly turned on.

The local news was on, and Hoseok's eyes widened with what he heard next.

"... a young girl of the name Jeon Jangmi and her baby brother, InJung, are reported as missing. It is suspected that the girl ran away, taking her brother with her. It was all discovered when she hadn't been seen at work for five days straight, and, concerned, her coworkers checked up at home, only to find the girl's father's house trashed with beer bottles and other drugs. Authorities are currently looking for the girl, and the father is currently being held in jail because he is suspected of abuse. If you know anything please call the following number-"

Hoseok clicked the remote, watching as the TV screen clicked to black. He found himself smiling softly, shaking his head.

"I'm proud you decided to finally soar."

A year passed since he met Jeon Jangmi. Hoseok kept the anniversary to himself, and he was half-glad that she was never found. Of course, he was still partially worried, but he kept himself hopeful that she was thriving wherever she was.

He bought a banquet of roses, and on that cold Tuesday, at precisely 2 AM, he stood in front of the bench, placing the flowers gently on the seat for his lost friend.

He felt a small tug at his pants, and he looked down to see a toddler, either 2 or 3, staring up at him.

"A-Are you Jay-Hoe?" the boy said, his words barely clear enough to understand.

Hoseok snickered to himself. "Indeed I am. Where're your parents, little boy?"

The boy shook his head. "I'm here w-with my sister."

"Sister?" Hoseok furrowed his brows. "Well, where is she?"

The small boy pointed past Hoseok, and Hoseok turned around to see Jangmi grinning at him, her hands in her pockets.

"Hey, Hoseok," she said, her voice quiet as she stared at him.

"Hi, angel," Hoseok breathed out, barely believing his eyes. "You've grown your wings, huh? Have you finally begun to soar?"

"I will now that I have hope," Jangmi smiled.

[wiscocheesefries-blog]

Trading Feelings for Food

So, turns out I am entirely bad at keeping up with a blog... hopefully that will get better once I live in Fiji! Boom. That was my good news. See, when I don’t keep up with my blog I can drop fun facts like finally getting into the Peace Corps and it can feel like new news to me again. This is more than just good news for me though. This was the dream. I AM ABOUT TO BE LIVING MY DREAM. Sometimes I just sit alone and think “woah, I got my dream” and then I smile like a creep. I wonder what my dream will be after I come back from the Peace Corps... Fly to the moon? Build a city? Pet a cute dog? My options are quite limitless. You know what options are not quite limitless... Men.

Listen fellas, if you are reading this, I hear ya... #notallmen but like seriously let me generalize, cuz as a fucking whole you seem to really be messing with my feel good vibes. I could list a whole lot of reasons why I am fed up, but I’ll stick to the one that really gets me right in the gut/uterus area. I am out with friends having a grand ole time, were dancing, were hanging, I am feeling hot, life is good. Then all of the sudden this motherfucking scum of the earth enters our circle. First of all, he has this grin on his face like he owns the goddamn world. *Warning much more cursing to come because I am pissed the fuck off* He literally just stares at me for a hot minute and for a second I am like “is this guy into me? Should I say something? WHAT IS HAPPENING?” Wrong, I was so, so wrong. “Boy or girl?” he says. You are reading that right. Now, the kind, social worker I am I immediately think he is asking for my gender pronouns like he is some kind of woke individual. I finally realize why he is asking and I honestly could not believe it. For those of you still confused this man not only assumed I was pregnant, but he also thought I was far enough along to know the sex of my unborn fetus. The nerve of this man. Listen, I get it... I am not thin. I got curves for days and I like fucking chocolate. My boobs are banging and I glow sometimes like a pregnant lady... All fair observations, but fellas, or women who know fellas, I am asking you to spread the word to all shitheads across this beautiful land to SHUT THE FUCK UP. Just shut up. We don’t need to hear you, like ever. Like if you ever think to yourself “Hmm this is a really good thought, I should say it out loud,” SUPPRESS. THAT. SHIT. Women do it all the time when we actually have good, important thoughts to say. Literally, just leave room for more women to speak and then you speak less and then we have a much better society. This is an actual promise. 

So, naturally following this event I fell into a bit of a depression. The usual.. “No one will ever love me. I am too fat. I hate myself. Why do I have to be me. WHY FEMALE YEEZUS WHYYYY!?!?!” I’ll be honest, I’m pretty dramatic. I will own that stereotype and never let it go. I slept and cried for two days and ate like a whole bag of reese’s peanut butter eggs because that will obviously keep people from thinking I am pregnant lololol. So, I woke up this morning with an emotional hangover. I don’t know if y’all have ever had an emotional hangover, it’s like a regular hangover without having fun the night before. Headache, puffy eyes, and no desire to smell good. You may even puke if your emotional hangover involves that much chocolate, plus some chips, and perhaps only things that can be delivered to your door. 

This all let me to then think about my nutritionist. My sweet, brilliant, fucking nutritionist. I could hear what she would say if she knew what I was doing. “Sarah, we should really look at what triggers these eating patterns.” Listen lady, I just want to soothe my soul with bad food and not gain weight, please. Thanks. Something interesting happened with her the other day though. For my medical clearance for the Peace Corps I basically have to spend my life in appointments and prove I am eligible to serve. Naturally, I had to have my mental health assessed. My nutritionist and therapist work together on me because much of my struggles revolves around food.. obviously. So, I have them fill out my paper work and when I am looking it over, there it is, in their beautiful, doctory, cursive “BINGE EATING DISORDER.” That’s right, I was officially diagnosed with it. I always felt like I had it, but like to see it there written out as a diagnoses kind of hit me right in the feels. 

My eating patterns and my feelings are like one, namaste. When I am feeling good, it is not too hard to tell. I eat apples and cook meals and go to yoga and complete all my homework and don’t finish a whole season of one show in one day. However, when I am down the signs are subtle, but important. My tomatoes go bad; my toothbrush is dry for a day or two stretch; my laundry is two weeks old; I haven’t been in the kitchen cooking in several days; I seem to always be doing homework (aka sleeping); the garbage is always out (so no one can see my wrappers); I sleep till 6:30am instead of 6:00am. I could go on for a long time. 

I guess what all this means to me is, well, I don’t really know yet. I think that is okay too. I don’t need to to know right now, I just know that something was triggered in me from a man that was a blimp on my radar. I am going off to live my dream. I am about to graduate with a fucking Masters Degree. Why do I care what this man thinks? Why do I turn to food for comfort? Why are bulldogs so cute? I think I can solve some of these, I just have to keep on trying to take care of myself. I may fall again (because lets be honest a man will say something stupid to me again), but that’s okay. See, every time I fall I find something new that I didn’t know about myself. For instance, I didn’t know I could swear that much in one blog post. I can’t wait to fall some more. 

Kehsses. 

[trcyann]

I really think I can make this my part time job, my goodness hahahaha.

A relative, who’s a public teacher, is now asking me if I can make a certificate of recognition for the students at her school. Still unsure if I can pull it off though. And I still have to make this speech for the upcoming interschool competition.

I can’t believe I’ve done so many random things (mostly I had no experience in doing) and they turned out great, even received some gratitude and plenty of compliments from strangers who witnessed them. They’re simple favours, really, I’m just simply so amazed and proud of myself at the same time.

A year ago, the same relative, mom’s youngest sister who I was named after, asked me to do a Programme for their Science Week. She’s the one in charge and she said she doesn’t know how to. I’m like, how come? But didn’t question her out loud. I won’t judge. I haven’t done such thing before but okay man, challenge accepted. But you know what’s hassle? Around the same time, I realised I have a report in English that’s due the day after. I checked if she was still online but nope, active 5mins ago.

I was like, “Dang, too late to back down now.” Looked at the clock and my mind did the math stuff, estimated the time I’ll probably take, the sleep I can get, the homeworks I can still do. Okay, *stretch arms* *crack knuckles* bring it on!

AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO PROUD OF MYSELF. I WAS SO PROUD I NEARLY CRIED. I finished everything, sent her the email so it’s up to her to print it there. She said the front page looks so good and it all turned out great. She's very thankful. It was easy but I was happy she's happy.

The real challenge there was the acknowledgement, she only gave me the flow of the program. I asked her about it, thankfully she immediately responded but only said, “Just do whatever, but mention the staffs and faculties.” In my mind I’m already going— “Are you kidding me?” I’m sorry for that but I was very stressed out Yo. I just stared at that screen displaying "Acknowledgement" for 10 whole minutes until I just murmured to myself, "Dang it who cares." and did it nonetheless. It was still formal and presentable, however. I still have the printed copy of it, souvenir.

I finished the report too. But what’s frustrating was, the day after that when I was so ready to pass the report and presentation I’ve worked so hard for and explain it in front, the teacher wasn’t around! What was that?! Oh my Gosh. I was sooooo disappointed, like whyyy, those were my tears and sweat, of all times why must she call in sick on THAT. SPECIFIC. DAY? Just whyyyy. Goodness. I was already having an irrational tantrums from the inside that I was already being insensitive, I know she has reasons but whyyyy. I wanted to cry and and I could still feel the frustration until now.

*Inhales*

*Sigh*

Okay. So then next one…

This one time, my sister’s bestfriend who resides in Florida asked for a hand. She works a part time job in Home for the Aged and still goes to school. Sometimes the tight schedule leaves her no room for doing some homeworks and projects. I’ve helped her so many times because to be honest, I also feel bad for her sometimes. I know I get the hard time expressing my feelings but gurl I can symphatize still. Am human. And I have some free time so might as well lend a hand. Now that I remember, she didn’t ask for much subjects, just Math, her Essays, and English literature. I like essays so I didn’t mind.

— Mathematics assignments, results ranged from 98% - 100%.

— Literature 89%-93%

— Essays 97%-99%

The graded had ranges since it's letter-based and that's A+, A, and A+ repectively. She was so happy and thankful. I was like, “Ah sure, no problem, you’re welcome.” I smiled.

But in the inside I was like, clenching my fist and going, “Why can’t I perfect those essays?! I still need progress!” Now that I think about it, I’m being too hard on myself at that moment and I failed to appreciate my efforts due to the overwhelming drive to strive for perfection. That was probably bad but good at the same time. I'm glad yet disappointed, lest I could say. I didn't mind Literature, I’m not really good in that area.

It happened several times until she and my Sister got into a misunderstanding, and I got pissed of them both for being too prideful and immature. Then she got shy to ask for assistance again. She’s smart, just really doesn’t have the luxury of time.

•••

Then my Sister… she’s in 1st year college now and I help her with all her PowerPoint presentation projects. So far I’ve done the psychology (Kinds of Motives), Literature (Region 14 authors, poets and song Writers) and English (Middle English). Plus some of her homeworks. I feel like a college student already hahaha.

I'm always so satisfied with her cheerful feedbacks. We are complete opposites. While I was feeling bad for reaching an imperfect result, she's already celebrating for receiving the grades that still failed to meet my satisfaction. While I grind myself and quench the thrist for more, she's already happy with what she has.

That's why people are always more fond of her than of me, and I have no issue with that. They regard me as pessimist while she's an optimist. They're aloof of me too and my sister said I could be intimidating sometimes when I speak. So because of that I kept silent most of the time. If I can't bring comfort, the least I can do is to not add to the discomfort and remain neutral. I am not a people-person, everything I say are most often being taken as offensive. And in terms of accompaniment, I don't like being around much people. Our parents always say we're yin and yang, an absolute example for the perfect balance in the house. Meh.

I like her that way. It was on her that I realised happiness does not lie in reaching the highest grounds of all things, happiness is acquired through appreciation of the things you already acquired, of the things you have, no matter if it's more or less. My knowledge are mostly textbook-ed, and she introduces me the values that books can't really offer. It may not be direct but observation is the key process.

She always goes "People think I'm so smart! They didn't know I am just a mere informant," then she'll laugh "I didn't do anything but told them what you told me and deliver it like a pro." She's always so gleeful and Idk how many times we've had that conversation. And Yes, we spoke in English even now on videocall. She's already back in the Phils for college and I'm left here to finish year 11.

I always ignore her and I only listen when she speaks in English. It started even way back when I was on year 7 and she was year 8. I found an essay she wrote a year before and I was so frustrated that I could only laugh asking her what was that. I told her to step it up and rained critics, while she just did nothing but laugh at the writings on her hand and at my infuriated bum too. I was surprised that she didn't get offended but she was even so proud and rushed to show it to our parents for laughs. Mama and Papa were happy too.

That's how precious she is. And there I also realised that people who really know you, will understand why you act certain ways that other people will never be able to comprehend. That's why they'll always judge but in the eyes of people that hold you dear, the matter isn't as much, because they know the language your heart speaks, they understand the love language you can't express.

I chose to keep that essay and plan to show it to her probably 10 years from now.

•••

Back to subject.

So, remember I said earlier that there’s a speech I have to make for the upcoming inter-school competition? The teacher wants it this Monday, 10-7-17. They’ve already registered the contestants last Thursday and probably the competition is somewhen next week.

The thing is… I am not the one competing. I’m a senior and the competition is only for Yr. 7 and Yr. 8. However, I was asked to make a speech for them, Zed too. Because this year, it’s supposed to be the student who’ll do it and not the teacher. She said we should just take it as practice for ‘O’ level English. A speech with a duration of exactly 3minutes. That's the tough part, the time.

Plus. Our ‘O’ Level Arts two-month-examination has begun. And on Friday, we must be able to present our works because the teacher plan to finish the paper 1 as early as possible. I haven’t done much yet.

THIS SURE IS GONNA BE A BUSY WEEK.

But yeah, how I wonder if I can make a part time of all these free services I do. But then again, it’s okay. It’s bad to charge on things that doesn't need one. It ruins the genuine intentions and transform it to obligation. Anyway, it still feels good to show kindness and ask nothing in return.

Okay, tumblr, that's all. Ciao. I’ll start with that certificate first.

o/

—Trazih // 08-7-17

[jujyfru1t]

So who are your fave Furuba characters and ships and why? Least fave characters and ships? :D

Dear sweet anon, what have you done. Hold on to your hat bc this turned into a novel (urlucky I haven’t caught up on Furuba Another or I’d have EVEN MORE TO SAY)

Least fave characters: Gonna answer the leasts first, it’ll be shorter lmao. My least favcharacters are… Ren and Akira, I guess? They’re Akito’s parents after all and if they hadn’t emotionally and psychologically abused her, the curse/Akito’s treatment of the Zodiac members would have turned out very differently (captain understatement here)

Least fav ships: have one canon and one non-canon~ Hana/Kazuma(Shishou) because, age gap much? Plus it didn’t have much development as far as I remember, really felt like it came out of left field and like Takaya-sensei was hurrying to pair everyone off XD also I ship Uo/Hana like whoa so I’m a tiny bit salty about it

Also also Akito/Tohru (I see it a lot on FF.net) holy crap the power imbalance/age gap again, it’s way WAY too squicky for me

Fav characters? All of them sorry that’s a cop-out+notentirely true (see above) but honestly I love them all (yes even Akito with reservations). Well let’s see, top 5 I guess, pardon the genericness I suppose.

1 TOHRU HONDA. She was a cinnamon roll before cinnamon rolls were a thing!! I love love love how her insecurities are slowly revealed (could apply to a lot of them tbh), that you think she’s a Pollyanna but she’s trying so hard to help literally everyone because she’s terrified of facing her past (but like she does genuinelywant to help everyone)… she is my eternal daughter and I’ll love her forever ok

2 Yuki-kuuuuun~ Full disclosure: he was my first 2D crush(my sis got vol 1 for my 15th birthday so yeah) ❤quite possibly kickstarted my love for pretty boys. I kinda shipped Kyoru and Yukiru at first and had trouble choosing (not these days *coughs*) but I felt 100% ok if Tohru picked Kyonkichi bc then I could steal Yun-chan hahaha I was a dork

3 Kyo-kun. Like, I can feel myself devolving into incoherent asdgljh but I’ll try to have reasons… kind of like Tohru’s bubbliness, prickly Kyonkichi is a defense mechanism. It’s just, so great that Takaya-sensei didn’t make him a total asshole and had Kyoru happen anyway, y’know? All the bad boy/good girl stuff that happens in romance where bad boy = actual douche, Takaya wasn’t having any of that, there are depths to everyone like real people. ALSO. Kyo seeing past Tohru’s positivity to her fears and accepting them, how he slowly warms up to her, I just *screeches*

4 Momiji. MY SON. With so many tragic backstories, this poor kid?? Really gets to me??? And his unrequited love for Tohru and letting her go bc he knows she and Kyo belong together and he wants her to be happy uuuughhhhe’s too pure

5 Kyoko *cries endlessly* she was a BAMF in so many ways, I dunnoI can’t think of much else, my feels

Fav ships: oh booooyyy *deep breath* Furuba has the longest entry in my shipping list hahahaaaaaa

I’m a helpless multishipper, ok, i’m happy w/ 99% of the canon ships but u want my favs soooo from “smallest” fav to “largest”:

ShigurexAkito because it’s multilayered and messed up and I find it fascinating

KyokoxKatsuya because *delighted pterodatctyl noises* IM SORRY I CAN’T WORD

Kyoru for the reasons haphazardly stated above

ArisaxSaki *shoves AU-ish fic in your face* because someone made a joke in the manga (I think?) that they’re like Tohru’s parents, so protective, and my imagination took off from there/I learned more about them in canon. They complement each other imo but at the same time their personalities are so different– thought I’d have more to say about them bc they’re so important to me but…

My number one ship that blows all others out of the water iiiiis! KyoxTohruxYuki. and it’s terrible because it’s the rareship hell to end all rareship hells but also wonderful because I feel free to write whatever i want on them fic-wise *flings all my Yukyoru stuff at you bc ego* I’ve shipped them together for i dunno 5 years now? I don’t remember what started it. i know I found some semi-Yukyoru fic on FF.net that is long and amazing and will never be finished whyyyy

but at some point i started shipping love triangles as OT3s to amuse myself (cuz srsly, screw that noise) and/or found ships that screamed OT3 at me– but the usual way for me to OT3 something is, well I ship pair A and pair B and kinda like Pair C so I’ma mush them together! a mix of that led me to Yukyoru. honestly though. in CANON you can see how much Tohru cares for both of them and how much Yuki and Kyo care for her (Yuki seeing her as a motherly figure never quite sat right with me btw) AND! Kyo and Yuki way deep down respect each other (they were my first rivalship. do not tell me Takaya-sensei didn’t know exactly what she was doing drawing this ha!) so it’s not total crack to say feelings could be mutual all around. also official art of those three is everywhere so it’s just fuel for the shipping fire now. nothing will ever be enough to show how damn hard I ship them, everything is beautiful and everything hurts.

here is a fic about them I treasure (the only one TT__TT)

and if you made it this far, thanks for reading my epic blabbings. and THANK YOU for sending me Furuba asks!!

[nie7027]

Super 5 headcanons part 5

Minegishi sigued.

"For the last time I won't help you sell Shimazaki on ebay" Minegishi stopped dicing the vegetables and turned to look at him with what in any other person would have been a raised eyebrow "I don't even think it's possible"

"Who would even buy him?" Shibata helpfully added from his spot at the sink where he was washing the dishes "Besides world domination our friend isn't that useful for anything else"

Hatori stared when Minegishi just silently nodded

"I don't know! But thats not the point!" Hatori grunted while shaking his head "It's time for some retaliation-"

"So your idea for retaliation..." Minegishi deadpanned "is to sell him on ebay?"

Hatori wasn't dumb, he could hear the snicker behind his flat expression.

"Laugh all you want!" Hatori said pointing an acussatory finger to Minegishi "But I am tired of letting Shimazaki do whatever he wants with is without facing any consequence!"

"Are you still mad about the raccoon thing?" Shibata laughed drying his hands with a washcloth to pat Hatori on the back "C'mon! It was just one rabies shot! And the doctor said it was just cautionary"

Hatori flustered when this time Minegishi openly snickered "You got rabies shots? Aren't you supposed to get those as a kid?"

"Why would I know? Do you even have yours?" Hatori retorted bittely not expecting Minegishi to actually stop laughing.

"I don't know...?"

"Aha!" Hatori exclaimed not wasting the opportunity to latch onto this "What if that bastard brings ANOTHER racoon?!"

"He wouldn't-"

"Are you sure? Absolutely sure?"

At Minegishi's lack of response Hatori screamed victoriously "See? This is why you have to support me with my plan!"

"Sell him on ebay you say..." Minegishi muttered while tapping the kitchen counter with his finges.

"You can't be seriously considering this!" Shibata exclaimed outraged "Ha ve you lost your minds? We aren't selling our friend on internet"

"He's not my friend" Hatori quickly complained.

"And I never said I agreed on selling him on ebay" Minegishi continued "But Hatori's right and it's time we put some limits to him"

"YES"

"And that's why we should talk with him instead"

"SHIBATA NOOOO"

"Shibata's right"

"NOOOOOOOO" Hatori cried miserably, victory had been so close "whyyyy?"

"Im sorry buddy but that's the right and mature thing to do" Shibata said not sounding sorry at all

"Hatori stop whinning and finish setting the table so we can finally eat"

Minegishi rolled his eyes at Hatori's sulking form and finished cooking with Shibatas help.

Once they entered the living room with the finished food Minegishi noticed Hatorics hesitance

"Is something wrong?"

"I was just wondering if i should put another plate. Is the bastard going to eat with us?"

"Speaking of which" said Shibata carrying the last of their homemade food "Where is he?"

"I don't know" shrugged Minegishi "He was annoying me because he was bored and you were late so I told him to go and find something else to do before I choked him"

"And he did it just like that?" Shibata asked surprised.

"I had to threaten him starvation and not buying his cereal forst but it worked"

Shibata hummed "He probably went dog sighting"

"Probably"

"How long ago was that"

"Like 5 minutes before you arrived"

"Then it will be a while before he returns"

Minegishi shrugged again "I wouldn't worry about him"

They were halfway through their food when Hatorics eyes catch sight of something in Shimazakis makeshift cabinet.

"Are those his glasses?"

Minegishi turned to where Hatori was pointing "Yes"

"I thought he didn't take them off ever"

"I guess he listened when I complained about dogs saliva on them" Minegishi said "If he is indeed dog sighting"

"I'm pretty sure he is" Shibata said comfidently "Dog saliva? Really?"

"Yeah, between that and the paw shaped stains on his clothes...he was driving me crazy"

"Oh I know! The first time it was really hard to get rid of the stench of trash but I found in internet a helpful mix of..." Shibata's words died in his mouth when he saw Hatori stand up and pick the glasses.

Minegishi stared confused "What are you doing?"

Hatori didn't respond and when he made his way to his forgotten backpack Shibata facepalmed.

"Buddy, no. Did you seriously bought those?"

Hatori turned around with a devilish smile om his face while clearly hiding something behind his back. "Well i never thought you would actually help me with the ebay plan"

Minegishi turned to look at Shibata expecting some kimd of clarification.

"We passed a toy store on our way here and Hatori saw...something." Shibata said in a tired tone shaking his head clearly dissppointed "I can't explain it...Just show him already"

Hatori proudly revealed what he was hiding. Besides Shimazaki's glasses there was another pair.

The other pair were one of those funny looking glasses you used for disguisses or parties with crazy colourful swirly cartoon eyes that seemed to wink when you move them and stupid antennaes that ended in a pink cotton ball hanging from the sides.

It was the stupidest thing Minegishi had ever seen.

"You do realize he wont ever fall for this right?" Minegishi deadpanned once again "He will immediately feel those antennaes movement"

"Have more faith in me" Hatori huffed taking off the apparently removable antennaes thus making the glasses look a little less stupider but stupid nonetheless.

Minegishi picked both glassesand turned them around inspecting them. He had to give Hatori some credit. he had managed to find a pair with the exact same shape as Shimazakis and made of the same cheap plastic.

They were perfect...except for one thing.

"They don't weight the same" Minegishi stated raising the toy glasses. to be honest he wasn't sure but it was an educated guess.

"You gotta be kidding me right?" Hatori exclaimed "Who cares? He won't even notice that!"

"He will" Minegishi seriously said before standing up and walking away still holding both pair of glasses.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Hatori screamed following Minegishi back in the kitchenb Shibata just behind him.

When they got there they found Minegishi already kneeling rummaging one of his low cabinets.

Hatori turned to look at Shibata but the big man just shrugged in return as lost as him.

"Aja!" Minegishi suddenly exclaimed standing up holding his white digital scale. He then weighted both pair of glasses.

The toy glasses weighted 10 grams less.

"Told you" Minegishi triumphantly exclaimed.

"So?" Hatori spluttered "Yeah, fine! They don't weight the same. It's just 10 grams! He won't-"

"He will"

"Again I repeat myself" Hatori said losing his patience "YOU GOTTA BE FUCKINH KIDDING-"

He couldn't finish his sentence because Shibata decided in that moment to place one of his heavy hands on Hatori's shoulder "Minegishi...Hatori is right. Don't you think you are being a little... paranoic?"

"No" Minegishi firmly stated shaking his head "Why do you think I take him shopping?"

"Because you were trying to teach him how to be a good person...?" Shibata tried only for Minegishi to glare at him. They already knew how much of a failure that had been.

Hatori shrugged, now it was his turn to try. "Dunno man. I don't even know why you even let him sleep here"

At the others failed attempts Minegishi continued "I don't know how or what he does but he somehow can weight stuff with great precision"

"What" "What"

"I suspect it has something to do with Mental eye" Minegishi kept muttering unaware of the others awed expression.

"That's...unexpected" "That's fucked up"

"It helps me to make sure Im being sold what I payed for" Minegishi shrugged "ANYWAY my point is if I noticed it he will certainly do it too. If we are doing this we have to do it right"

The phrasing didn't escape Hatori. "We...?" he asked in disbeliefb excitement barely concealed in his tone.

When Minegishi smirked Hatori couldn't help but give a devilish smirk of his own. in unison they both turned to Shibata who just groaned.

"Fine. I'm in"

Both Minegishi and Hatori raised a fist in triumph. Shibata hesitantly joining them.

"But what are we doing then?" Shibata asked "The glasses don't weight the same and Shimazaki is gonna arruve any moment now"

"Shit that's true"

"I have an idea" Minegishi said calling upon the power welling inside him. Soon a sticky looking vine made its way to where the group was reunited. Minegishi inspected it and after some careful consideration he picked two small leaves growing from it and stuck them to the upper side of the toy glasses simulatin angry frowing eyebrows.

He then placed the toy glasses om the scale and with bathed breath they waited for the led screen to settle on a number.

They differed by less than a gram now.

"That's enough...right?" Hatori quietly asked.

"It has to be..." Shibata added before turning to look at Minegishi. He was the judge, had the last work.

"I don't know." Minegishi confessed "But this will have to do. Quick Hatori. Shibata. Set everything we will need in place. We only have one chance amd we can't afford to waste it."

They barely had time to finish their already cold food and prepare everything when Shimazaku suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

They did their best to act naturally hoping the blind man didn't notice anything.

The moment Shimazaki popped in Minegishi's living room he knew something was off.

He could feel the remnants of Hatori's aura telling him he had been building artifacts but wherever they were they were deactivated because he couldn't sense them. They were probably diacarded om the floor. It wasn't the first time he did that.

He could feel Shibata tensing his muscles too but it wasn't like Shimazaki cared. He was hungry and he could smell food so he made his way to his cabinet to fetch his things.

He grabbed his glasses and put them on while he turned about to ask what they had for dinner but before he could do that the whole room erupted in chaos.

"GO GO NOW" Hatori screamed barely restraining his laughter while his artifacts suddenly tuner to life.

Shimazaki could feel them flying, closely circling him but besides that he could hear them. His expartners laughing. Laughing so much they were almost wheezing

"Oh my god" exclaimed Shibata trying to stiffle his laugh with his free hand. The other was busy holding something that made a clicking noise.

"THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT" Hatori cackled pointing at him.

Even Minegishi had bursted laughing!

Shimazaki didn't know what was happening but he knew something was happening and he didn't like it.

With a swift movement he took down all of Hatori's devices, one after another.

"NOOOOO" Hatori screamed "MY BABIES"

Once the artifacts were destroyed Shimazaki turned and launched himself at their vey own creator.

Hatori yelped traying to scurry away from him but Shimazaki was too fast.

Or he would have been if it werenct for the fact Shibata tacklee him before he could reach the little pest.

"Don't even think that" the big man growled as if that was enough to stop him.

Without wasting another second Shimazaki teletransported behind Hatori and with a strong kick slammed him against Shibata sending them both flyin to the nearest wall.

He was about to punch a hole in them when a sturdy vine wrapped around hos arm stopping him.

"Shimazaki stop" Minegishi exclaimed in a low menacing voice. His hand raised ij prepartion glowing with his aura.

Shimazaki teletransported all around the room avoinding the quick vines Minegishi sent after him trying to bound him.

Soon he made his way towards the plant user and when he was in close range he raise his legt ready to plan another kick in the mans chest but hr had to teletransport before he could do it because somethin was flyin comind directly for his head. Whatever it was it sounded metallic when it crashed om the wall instead.

"You psycho! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Hatori, now surrounded by a bunch of floating stuff ready to be thrown screamed.

Provoked, Shimazaki threw himself once again agains the smaller esper "You were laughing!"

"IT WAS A PRANK JACKASS" Hatori yelled reflexively raising his arms forming a protective barrier.

But it wasn't needed because that actually made Shimazaki stop.

"A prank?" was all he was able to say before a wave of vines encircled him and threw him to the floor.

"Yes idiot. A prank." Minegishi walking to where they were and looking down at him "If you had calmed down we could have explain it to you"

Minegishi glared at the bounded man below him. He knew Shimazaki could free himself in any moment. Shimazaki knew it too, afterall he wasn't squirming instead he stayed put glaring at Minegishi waiting for an explanation.

Or at least he tried. He was stilk wearing the toy glasses and if it wasn'tfor the sight of his destroyed apartment Minegishi would have laughed again.

The final tally after everything was cleaned and accounted for included Hatori's phone, Minegishi's toaster and coffe maker (which Hatori had used to build the flying wifi connected cameras and then Shimazaki utterly destroyed) a broken lip from Hatori (though he alleged he had a broken rib too), an unconcious Shibata (who took all the brunt of hitting the wall and that Minegishi had to use his vines to drag and lay to rest on the sofa) and a huge whole on the wall where Shibata had landed, completely fracturing it (Minegishi could consider himself lucky that it hadn't been one of the buildings support walls).

And an annoyed Shimazaki who was too impatient to wait for them to pick up the place.

"Toy glasses...?" Shimazaki dubiously said when they finally explained what all that had been about. He had taken them off and now was moving his hands along feeling them.

"Yes. They are dumb, they are stupid. You didn't have to punch our guts but who cares? You are welcome" Hatori said curtly. He was pissed seated on the sofa at the end of Shibata's feet trying to fix his phone to not succes which only pissed him more.

Minegishi sighed tiredlyb it was too late for this. "We just want to take some photos of you wearing them. We thought it would be fun-"

"How are they?" Shimazaki interrumpted

"What?"

"How do they look?" Shimazaki suddenly asked seriously. He had stopped touching the glasses and was now frowning at them.

"Uhhh...They are pink?"

"Pink?"

"Yeah! pink you dumbfu-" Hatori snapped but stopped himself when he saw the confused look Shimazaki was throwing at him "Of course you don't know what pink is.. "

He groaned and turned to look at Shibata for help but the man was still passed out.

"Pink...is this color...like red and white?"

"..."

"It's for girls!" hatori said throwing up his hands in surrender "Minegishi can you help me out"

"They are pink" Minegishi continued shaking his head " Amd they have this swirly cartoon eyes that wink when you move them-"

"Wink?" Shimazaki asked again looking more confused.

"Yes, they wink. It's an effect. Don't think too hard about it-"

"What is this?" Shimazaki said picking apart one of the leaves. "Is it a plant?"

"Yep. Minegishi put them so they weighted the same as your glasses. It worked!" Hatori said in a better mood. As if the fact they managed to trick Shimazaki made him happier "They looked like angry eyebrows. Frowning eyebrows"

"Frowning?"

"Yes. like you are doing at this very moment" Minegishi said casually pointing at Shimazakis face.

Shimazaki brought a hand to his forehead and lightly patted his eyebrows.

Minegishi ws about to keep talking describing the stupid glasses when the unthinkable happened.

One...two...three...snickers escaped Shimazaki's mouth and before he or Hatori could understand what was happening he was chuckling.

"OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING? IS HE HAVING AN ATTACK?" Hatori asked panicked and Minegishi couldn't blame him for that.

It's not that they had never heard Shimazaki laugh. It was that this was completely different from the mocking laugh they were accustomed.

This was a pure unadultered laugh and Minegishi and Hatori could only stare at the way Shimazaki was bending over while fits of laughter took him over not knowing how to act.

It didnt take much (even though it felt like it did) for Shimazaki to raise with a tiny genuine smile showing on his face while he recovered his breath like they had never seen before.

Afterall maybe a destroyed apartment and an unconcious friend had been worth it.