#oh hold on i should be. tagging the jp names.

[softausterity]

wanted to do more ace attorneys. here's dracula and pagliacci

[hyenahunt]

Beast Survival - 8 [END]

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Summer

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP & ENG)

Hiyori: After all, Jun-kun, you had the ambition to haul yourself up from that bottom rung, the spirit to stand up against those above you, and the determination to cling onto that opportunity.

[Location: Starmony Hall Courtyard]

Leo: Munch, munch, chew—

Aira: Nom, nom — this is the best ♪ It's delicious~! I never knew food could taste sooo good~ ♪

Tatsumi: I wouldn't have thought you'd be able to fish up a sea bream of all things, Jun-san. Impressive work.

Jun: Oh no, it was all luck, honestly. Right back at you, Kazehaya-senpai — thanks so much for handling all the food prep right away.

By stacking up some rocks together, you managed to make us all a simple stove ♪ [1]

Tatsumi: I read about it in a book once, some time ago. Who would have thought it'd come in handy as an idol?

And all that aside, you really went above and beyond in trying out a real-life survival game for the sake of getting into your role.

Jun: Nahhh, at first I just got swept up in the whole thing, really.

But if I'm gonna take up this stageplay role as a professional, I can't give 'em some half-assed work, so I decided to take this chance to really get into character.

Tatsumi: Hmm. Jun-san, you're truly diligent.

Jun: Mmm. Rather than diligence... you could say it's something like pride, maybe.

This is gonna be my first time performing in a stageplay, but that makes no difference to the audience.

Whether it's a big name or a newbie up there performing the lead role, guests still pay the same amount to come and see 'em...

So I believe it's only right that an actor shouldn't betray their level of experience to the audience.

Well, even if I say all that, my lack of experience is gonna jump out in some way.

It'll take time to build up experience, no matter what. There's no way I could rack it all up in a day, right?

But when it comes to learning my role, there's at least something I can do. That's what I figured, anyway.

If it really was something I couldn't do anything about, I would've resigned myself to it, but I don't wanna say something's impossible without even trying it first.

That's the pride I have as a pro in the making, after all.

Tatsumi: Heheh. That sort of attitude is most befitting of an actual professional, and to continue holding onto it is truly a challenge.

So, how did it go? Have you gotten a better grasp on your role?

Jun: Mm, well... Thanks to this experience, I've gained a newfound appreciation for things I normally have around me and my own abilities.

I feel like I now understand what it's like to be in a situation where I've no choice but to do everything with my own two hands, but I don't think I can really say I've completely gotten a grip on my role yet...

Since I'm no prince, much less one who's gotten exiled from his kingdom, I can't quite wrap my head around the sheer weight of responsibilities someone like that's gotta deal with.

Though my old man's a former idol, I grew up in a pretty average household, after all.

Tatsumi: ...Hmm. Jun-san, aren't you overthinking this a little?

Jun: Am I?

Tatsumi: Yes. You took such an impossible mission upon yourself, faced it squarely, and even accomplished it without ever throwing in the towel.

That kind of tenacious spirit and resolve would stay with you no matter what shape or form you take, don't you think?

Jun: ...!

Leo: Hey now~! You two over there! Quit floating off into your own little world and get over here~!

I've just had a flood of inspiration burst forth! Let's sing a survival song with everyone!

Aira: That's riiight! The veggie foil packs are gonna get all burnt, y'knooow!

Tatsumi: Ahh, so they are. I'll be right with you.

Jun: (I get it now... I'd thought I didn't know anything about the animal kingdom, but I was only judging things by my own standards.)

(Though I didn't realise it at first, all the things I felt today could be the very same things animals living out there in the wild experience, huh.)

Leo: Heeey! Namiii~! Hurry up and get over here, toooo~!

Aira: What he saaaid! Sazanami-senpaiii~!

Jun: (Maybe the Hyena Prince would feel all these things, too.)

(What a rag-tag, fun, and reliable group. If this band of merry men is the one I'm gonna be taking back my kingdom with, then well, I guess things aren't so bad after all ♪ )

I heard ya clear as day~ I'm comin' over now—!

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[Location: ES Breakroom]

Jun: Heya, thanks for all your hard work today. Huh? Are you the only one here, Ohii-san?

Hiyori: It seems Adam's running late at their current gig. Work is work so there's no way around it, but keeping me waiting is unacceptable!

Jun: Now, now. I'm sure they're gonna come by soon. Want some tea while you wait?

It looks like they've brought in that black tea you've been wanting to try, Ohii-san. Shall I brew some for you?

Hiyori: Yes, yes. But of course, you shouldn't even need to ask. It's a given that you brew tea for me, yes? It should be as natural as breathing for you!

Jun: There's seriously something wrong with your personality... Ohii-san.

Hiyori: What's this? Jun-kun, you seem like you've made some kind of breakthrough. That's a fine weather! A little while ago you were going around looking like you were dead inside. Did you manage to master your role?

Jun: Mmm~ Well, you could say I'm finally standing on the starting line.

Right, speaking of which. Ohii-san, you told me the other day that I was a good fit for this hyena role, didn't you?

And that I'd just have to remember why. What was that all about?

Hiyori: Hm? — Ahh, yes.

Jun-kun, you were a non-special student, weren't you? As a result, you had no more merit than a pebble on the roadside.

After all, that's the kind of system that school had, but...

Like a messiah, I extended my hand of salvation to you and lifted you up from that place. That's why you should be all the more grateful towards me, of course.

Jun: You really don't have to be so annoying about it, but I mean, it's true. I'm always telling you how grateful I am, aren't I?

But what does that have to do with what you said, Ohii-san?

Hiyori: Well, it's not like I chose you on a complete whim, of course.

After all, Jun-kun, you had the ambition to haul yourself up from that bottom rung, the spirit to stand up against those above you, and the determination to cling onto that opportunity.

That's the very Jun-kun I chose... and with a role like an exiled hyena prince, returning to reclaim his kingdom with the help of his friends — there's no way it wouldn't suit you, right?

Jun: ......!

Hiyori: As I've told you once before, you're a noble beast who can't tell lies. [2]

And you see, that's why I extended a hand to you. Isn't my foresight incredible!

Jun: Can you stop flattering yourself with everything you say? It really doesn't feel like I'm the one being praised at all.

Hiyori: I'm just saying it as it is, of course!

Now, if you just think back to those days in Reimei Academy, to when you'd first met me, then that alone would be enough for you to play the Hyena Prince better than anyone else.

Jun: ...So that's what you mean. If that's the case, then I feel like I could keep playing him all the way until the end. Those days are carved right into my soul, after all.

Hiyori: Exactly! That's why out of everyone out there, you're the one who has to play him! Jun-kun, no one else would understand the Hyena Prince better than you!

Jun: Well then, I should know just how to reply, shouldn't I?

"I'll swallow up all the fruits of your charity, and all the days I've lived through up 'til now — and then I'll show you how I've grown strong enough to hunt my own prey!" [2]

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Translation Notes:

[1]: Specifically a kamado, a traditional Japanese wood/charcoal-fueled cook stove.

[2]: These lines are a direct reference to quotes in Saga - Release 4 (which will hopefully be back up soon!)

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[zambie-trashart]

Land of the Free and Home of the Wayne pt 9

master list

ao3 whole story

Summary: It’s free day and three kids have an idea on how to make it a little more interesting.

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Lila got up in the morning to take a shower slipping on the slimy floor. She waved it off and started the water getting in. She reached for her shampoo but when she squeezed it, it was peanut butter. She heard the door creak but reached for her liquid soap and there was ketchup inside. Lila turned off the water and stepped out into some white goop covering the floor. Yeah she screamed and Rose came running into the room looking at the silly string covering the floor.

Three people stood outside the bathroom door laughing. “That was good Mar’i but what did you need the pepper for?” Jon asked holding the empty spice container. “Wait until they turn the light on, the fan will sprinkle pepper in the air and they’ll sneeze like crazy.”

Sure enough ten seconds later the sounds of sneezes filled the room and the two girls ran out of the room and Jon and the two ninjas hid in the shadows. “This is only the beginning right?” Mar’I asked wanting to pull more pranks.

“Not even close,” Damian said staring after Lila.

Everyone went down for breakfast and Mar’i knew the plan, she screamed making everyone look over at her while Jon, at super speed, poured pickle juice on Lila’s eggs. She took a bite before spitting them out onto her plate.

“Something wrong with your eggs?” Jon asked fake concerned tilting his head.

“No not at all,” Lila said at the look of Alfred behind Jon worried. Everyone turned back to their meals and Jon’s phone went off.

I see what you’re doing and I want in -Adrien

I’ll have to ask Damian and Mar’i

Jon added the number to his phone adding a red heart by the name and tucking it back into his pocket. Jon thought about what would happen if Adrien started helping them and he really didn’t want to lose the bet him and Damian made.

Damian sat half awake watching Kung Fu Panda with Mar’i sleeping on his shoulder and Jon lying across his lap.

“I’ll make you a bet Dami, if you kiss Marinette before I kiss Adrien, again, then you have to put a glitter bomb in Jason’s hood,” Jon said smiling.

“If I win you put holes in Drake’s uniform,” Damian said and they shook hands.

“Prepare to lose birdbrain,” Jon said smiling.

“You wish corncob.”

”Jon!” Damian yelled pulling his hand back to slap him but Jon caught it.

“What?” Jon asked nervously.

“Mar’i just set up the wax paper and rubber bear trap,” Damian said tapping into the cameras from his phone watching as Lila stepped into the trap hopping around the room sitting on her bed falling into wax paper not being able to get up. The two started walking to Mar’i’s room but ran into Adrien on the way there.

“I know you guys are pranking Lila and I want to be a part of it,” Adrien said and Damian’s eyes lit up at possibly winning the bet.

“Sure, we're going to Grayson Jr.’s room,” Damian said leading the way.

Mar’i was laughing in her room at the camera footage. “This is sooooooo good guys!” Mar’i laughed. “Oh hey, you’re that model guy right?” Mar’i asked smiling.

“Yeah, I’m Adrien.” Adrien shook her hand and Mar’i squeezed it a little too tight.

“Hurt Jon and I hurt you, got it?” Mar’i asked smiling.

“Got it,” he said and she let go of his hand.

“We got a runner,” Jon said pointing to the screen. They followed her on the cameras to a living room with Bruce talking to a few students with Miss. Bustier.

“Oh my Lila, what happened?” the teacher asked concerned.

“It must have been Marinette, she still hates me after I always try and be her friend,” Lila cried. Jon, Damian, Mar’i and Adrien ran down to the living room.

“You should stay out here, I don’t want you to get in trouble for something we did,” Jon said with a hand in Adrien’s shoulder.

“You shouldn’t fake cry, no one will know if it’s real or not after you try so many times,” Bruce said going to sit back down in his chair. “Marinette has nothing to do with these pranks, this is Mar’i’s doing, I am familiar with her pranks and the bear trap wax had been done before on me, raw eggs on Tim, bottle switches with Jason. She gets help from Jon and Damian,” Bruce said still unamused.

Lila walked out of the room seeing the three culprits.

“You better watch your back,” Mar’i said and Lila scoffed.

“I’m not scared of you,” she said walking away and Jon ran up behind her at super speed breathing down her neck.

“You should be.”

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[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 997 - Initial Thoughts

Well okay then! May not have arrived early but Chapter 1000 is getting closer and closer Though that also means Xmas is getting closer and I have a lot of stuff to buy... For now though, let’s get through Chapter 997

Spoilers for the Chapter, Please Also Support the Official Release

A Sanji cover page is cool, the Zen life is not for this Simp XD I wonder what the Shirt Pun is though ‘4 Bear Mire’ or ‘4 Kuma Mire’ or ‘Yon Kuma Mire’ - jp translator says Mamire means ‘Covered’ and Yon Ku could be Yonko...

And it transitions to the story itself as Sanji’s simp radar sets off, seeing the shadows of a man undressing a lady

Through all that stuff about the translations maybe hinting at Ivankov and it turned out to be the original thought I had. Occam’s Razor and all that

Sanji jumps in to White Knight and falls into Black Maria’s trap, spider webs do imply that she may have a Jorugumo DF but damn Sanji got hit hard by these no-names

At the very least he is confident he could bust out if he got violent, it’s just that matter of if

Because Black Maria is there in her giant glory flirting with Sanji, noting that she doesn’t want her stage to be a battleground. I think those figures behind her with the smoke covering their faces are a bit unnerving too

And then Sanji goes from serious to simp again. NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE A SIMP SANJI!

And of course the irony that he tagged with Luffy to stop Luffy from getting distracted and ended up getting distracted himself

To more SMILE Atrocities and Mizeka definitely had a rough hand, but I kinda like Poker’s design. This one is telling though since through them we learn that Kid is now officially ahead of Luffy in the tower climb

But alas poor Poker, you will never get to fight when the chips are down, because the samurai made a ladder for Luffy through a hole XD It got a smirk out of me but I wonder if that hole is the same as the one Hatcha made last chapter

Few things can make Zoro stop in his tracks though, and what fell from the dome flipped a switch in him

Sir, SIR! Roronoa ‘Get Shit Done’ Zoro right here, Shishi Sonson-ing Apoo right under Drake’s nose, grabbing the antibody as well all in a fell swoop. You love to see it!

And then back to Soft Zoro putting all trust in Chopper’s doctoring by giving him the antibody

Because our little reindeer boy has already figured out how to stop Queen’s magnum opus. Of course Fire would be key to it, but by promising to make an antibody for everyone via the Hippocratic Oath

But before Queen can strike Zoro is back to his Take No Prisoners Anger, the tirade on this man to tell Kaido’s No.2 Guy that he’s come here to get a slice out of his boss and have Queen shook

Oh Oda, you little troll you, he sees our Zoro having Conqueror’s Theory, dangles it then makes it clear it’s something else

We see what set Zoro off though, Kiku’s arm and yeah that’ll do it. Not only from a standpoint that Zoro has gratitude for Kiku helping them out before even knowing they were with Kin’emon but also as a Warrior and an Ally it’s pissing him off that his allies are getting hurt while he’s stuck down here

Funny Zoro notes he’d like to fly up there because a Pineapple has just flown in. We need all them Straw Hats to reach the dome somehow and Marco could fly Zoro, Robin and Brook up while Chopper helps the Ice oni below for a bit

The quakes are being felt by all areas the crew is on though, Law’s crew being cut off from Law’s small party does make it worrisome for me while it’s also surprising that they didn’t show Law’s reaction at all. Only Black Maria bemused by Kaido’s impatience

Yamato sees it to know though, it’s the clouds dragons produce

Kaido, the crazy motherfucker now having defeated all the Scabbards, is using clouds to LIFT ALL OF ONIGASHIMA, which he plans to drop on the Flower Capital!

I mean, WHAT!? Forgetting for a moment that Big Mom should be there unless Kaido has left the Dome, W H A T!? I did not expect Kaido to levitate an island to drop onto the capital, not many will even survive that! It also puts more stress now because the moment Kaido reaches landfall you will have to deal with ‘how do we stop this island from falling?

I don’t think Law can Shambles it, Momo is nowhere near skilled enough to use his clouds (yet maybe?), Robin will likely not have the strength to hold it even with several giant hands, I don’t think there’s enough metal in the world for Kid to hold it. Big Momo could hold it with a gigantic Zeus but would the weight be too much?

So the only alternative is to beat Kaido before he makes landfall, which is looking nigh impossible thanks to Oda’s storytelling. I will say though, given what we left off on last week it’s a little disappointing to see Sanji so easily played again. I guess there is still chance for redemption but the early thoughts are that Sanji completely took his eye off the ball and let another part of his body do the thinking. Considering how few allies there would be on this floor, crashing through blind on a dude undressing a woman in the midst of a raid against one of the most deadliest pirate crews today was such a daft move, especially given how strongly Sanji started. Queen seems to be immediately intimidated by Zoro though, which is weird given his billion bounty but I guess it’s not too much given that a 150 berry Chopper outwitted his strongest virus while being infected by it.

King was shown for a panel doing nothing too, gotta wonder, we haven’t seen Hawkins or Who’s Who in a while as well...and the absence of Law, Carrot/Wanda/Peros and BM’s reactions were missed. But at least this kinda means that there will be no other outside interference, good or bad, unless they can fly. It does make you wonder if Tama’s 3-minute plan is still active too. I wonder if it reaches the Flower Capital (which I’m guessing it will) how the reactions would be, I mean Orochi is dead and if Kaido does fall too then there’s no hiding from it

Gotta tip our hats to Zoro though, he had been quiet for quite a while in this raid but now we’re getting some Zoro stuff we wanted (minus the hopes of his ancestry connecting to Wano and all)

But Sadly a Break until 998 One positive though is this: if Oda intends to finish 1000 by 2020 then he can only do it on one day The Christmas Day Chapter 1000 Train is in the Station!

[kaheyama]

and the number one hero is… (1,630)

It’s time for the biannual Japanese Hero Billboard Charts.

RATING: teen and up audiences

TAGS: canon compliant; future fic; post-canon; pro hero bakugou; pro hero todoroki; hero billboard chart JP; established relationship; engaged bakugou/todoroki; ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!; fluff; banter; classic tdbk :’); flirting; EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE. ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!

for todobakumonth2020: day 30 - [free day!]

read on AO3 or under the cut

“Um, well first of all I just wanna thank the JHA, we all wouldn’t be here without them. Thanks for the support you guys provide to us heroes, and for organising events such as these.

“And thank you to all the heroes, whether you’re on this stage or not, for keeping our country safe and protecting our citizens.

“I’d also like to thank my parents, uh, for raising me and stuff. For believing in me and supporting me all this time. I don’t know if I’ve ever said this so you guys should probably record it or some shit— Shit, wait fuck am I allowed to— Whatever just bleep me.

“Anyways, Mum, Dad, I love you guys.

“And thanks to U.A. for really teaching me what it means to be a hero. To Aiza— Eraserhead for helping me grow and trusting me and my goals. And to All Might especially, who may no longer be in active duty but remains the Symbol of Hope for so many of us. You have no idea how many lives you’ve touched and how many of us you’ve inspired to become heroes and do what we do, so thank you.

“Finally, I want to thank someone who’s very special to me. My fiancé. Shouto, you might’ve heard of him. Actually he’s standing right there on my left, but um.

“He’s my number one—not that that means I’m going to let him have my position because it’s mine, you bastard I can already see you scheming.

“But he’s been there for me through all my highs and lows, he’s stayed up with me to research missions and cases, he’s celebrated my successes and provided comfort when they’re not.

“I wouldn’t be here without him, and I surely wouldn’t be standing where I am tonight if it weren’t for him—still not letting you have this rank Shouto don’t think I’m not onto you—so yeah.

“Thanks for sticking by me, all these years.

“I uh, love being a hero. It’s the only dream I’ve ever had and the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do so, please continue to let me lead you for a while longer.

“And I will also be in your care.

“Thank you very much.”

Before Katsuki can even set his gauntlets down the door to his private room opens and there’s a cold feeling on his shoulder but a warm heat wrapped around his stomach.

Shouto presses his mouth to Katsuki’s neck, and Katsuki lets out a chuckle.

He places his accessories on the table before twisting around to meet his fiancé’s lips.

Katsuki is happy. He had been so fucking happy on the stage, and he’s even happier now that Shouto is right here for him to kiss and hug.

“You did it,” Shouto murmurs into his hair, and Katsuki can hear the smile in his voice.

“I did it,” Katsuki echoes. “I—”

All of a sudden tears well up in his eyes and he can’t get out any words without his throat getting choked up so he buries his face in Shouto’s chest and holds onto him tighter because—

He’s the number one hero.

In all of Japan.

Out of the thousands if not millions of heroes, Bakugou Katsuki ranks at the very top.

There is no other— Wait that’s wrong. This is one of the best moments of his life.

Next only to the time Shouto got down on one knee and asked Katsuki to be his, as if Katsuki hadn’t already prepared to devote his life to Shouto.

“Wait,” Katsuki finally manages to say, words coming out slightly garbled, “my ring.”

He takes it off whenever wearing his gloves and tonight he had placed it—

Where had he placed it?

It’s not on the table or any of the chairs and the casual clothes he brought have no pockets so it can’t be there and—

Katsuki turns to Shouto with wide eyes, his heart beating crazy fast. He lost his ring. It’s— He feels like he’s going to cry again, from the exact opposite emotions of what he was feeling just a moment ago.

But Shouto just smiles at him, then reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the platinum band. Katsuki makes to grab it, however Shouto moves his hand back. Katsuki rolls his eyes and holds his own hand out.

And Shouto slides the ring back onto his fourth finger, with a delicateness and carefulness just like the first time. And just as he had that first time, Katsuki feels a blush rise to his cheek and finds that his heart is about to burst.

Shouto always does this, for some reason. Whenever Katsuki has to put his ring back on and Shouto is nearby, he insists on doing it himself.

Maybe he just likes torturing Katsuki. Because it really is overwhelming every single time, especially since he noticed that Shouto always wore this small smile on his lips whenever he did so, as if he still couldn’t believe it.

The ring feels unusually warm though. Not just from the flush of Katsuki’s skin as a result of all his love for Shouto.

“Hang on a moment. Did you let my ring touch your ass?”

Katsuki was too frantic to realise it earlier, but now that he’s more clear-headed and can feel it…

“I’m wearing pants,” is all Shouto replies, and Katsuki wants to deck him.

So much for the nice moment they were having.

During the silence that falls over them, Shouto keeps glancing around the room as if he’s looking for something. Katsuki gets bored and also wants to celebrate some more, so he puts his hands on Shouto’s waist and brings their hips flush, but Shouto is still looking around.

“What is it?” Katsuki asks, inching closer to his fiancé’s face.

“Oh, nothing,” Shouto says nonchalantly. “Just getting a preview of what my room will look like next year.”

Katsuki pinches the flesh below Shouto’s ribs and watches him squirm and twist with no remorse because the piece of shit deserves it.

“You’re the fucking worst. How is this any different to your room?”

“Well,” Shouto leans back and grins slyly, “my room doesn’t have you in it.”

“Hah. Your room doesn’t have anyone in it, except maybe the poor media people waiting to interview you.”

“They can interview the two of us together right here.”

“Shouto,” Katsuki grins into Shouto’s lips, “you know no one’s gonna dare come in knowing you’re here too.”

“Good,” Shouto kisses back, “I don’t want them to.”

They make out nice and slow, wet and heated, with tongues licking into the other’s mouths and teeth biting down on the other’s lips and Shouto slowly backs Katsuki into the table before hoisting him up onto it and standing between his legs.

Katsuki snakes his arms around Shouto’s shoulders and wraps his legs around his waist and brings him closer and just kisses kisses kisses him.

“Shouto,” he begins, breathless, “congrats on becoming number two.”

“Mmh.” Katsuki feels the vibrations of Shouto’s hum as tingles against his lips. “And congratulations to you, Katsuki, for making it to number one. I couldn’t think of anyone more worthy.”

The mention of his new title gets Katsuki emotional again, and he can’t stop himself from saying, “I love you. And I meant it when I said you’re my number one. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Shouto pulls back and smiles softly at Katsuki, before cupping his cheeks and gently wiping his tears away. “I love you too. And I am so honoured to be yours.”

Katsuki opens his mouth to say something more but is interrupted by the growling of his stomach. He groans and rests his forehead on Shouto’s shoulder.

Above him, Shouto laughs.

“Wanna skip the after-event and just get some bentos from the konbini to eat at home?”

“Nah,” Katsuki waves and hops off the table. “I’ll cook for us.”

“You sure? Maybe you should rest.”

“It’s not like we were fighting villains. I’m fine. Plus, I’ve already celebrated with you, my great love. Let me celebrate with my first love.”

“Food?”

“No, cooking.”

“That’s not a tangible—”

“Shhh shh shh. Anyway, how’re we gonna do this?”

“You mean sneak out?” Shouto hums and looks around them. Then he looks at himself and Katsuki. “Let’s not change.”

“What?”

“We’ll stay in our hero costumes and leave everything else behind and run out so they’ll think there’s something going on. That way they can’t stop us and won’t try to contact us.”

Katsuki thinks about it for a moment before nodding. “Alright, genius. Sounds like a plan. Just let me…” he glances at the accessories he took off earlier. “Do I really have to put all those back on?”

“Nah, I doubt they’ll notice right away. And you’ll be faster without your gauntlets.”

“Fuck off, I’m not slow.”

“Yeah, but you can be faster.”

“Easy for you to say, the only add-ons you have are those wee-wees.”

Shouto gives him a deadpan stare. “Seriously, Katsuki, it’s been years. Don’t you think we can move on from that?”

“Five pee-pee man!” Katsuki provokes, which earns him an iced wrist. “Okay, okay, just give me a moment to—”

“First one home wins!” Shouto cuts Katsuki off and immediately sprints out the door.

“You fucking—!” Katsuki blasts the ice off his hand then lunges for his and Shouto’s phones lying on a chair before dashing after him.

As soon as he steps out of the room he’s bombarded by numerous people who were just waiting at the door who call out his name, but Katsuki pays them no mind as he runs down the hallway and into the fresh cold night.

[linoholic]

Friends to Lovers!Guanlin

Requested: hi! I recently found your fics and i LOVE them!!! may I request a lai guanlin fic where reader is related to one of his cube entertainment sunbaes, please? thanks in advance!

Pairing: Wanna One Lai Guanlin x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: none

Sorry this took so long anon 💙 I was watching Buzzfeed Unsolved when writing this and so kept getting distracted.

Guanlin loved being a part of Wanna One

He really did

But when he was the victim of all his hyungs teasing, well, not even his superior height could save him

And currently, he was sitting in the middle of the dorm during dinner with his members

Nothing unusual

But, thanks to Ongniel and their gossiping like village grandmothers, they had discovered something that he had hoped would stay secret from them, for this very reason

And this was the massive crush he had

The crush on you

Jisung and Seongwoo were currently crying about how their baby was growing up

Daehwi was giggling and clapping his hands together excitedly

And Guanlin was just sitting red faced in the middle of all the commotion, being questioned left and right

"Are they cute?"

"They're probably shorter than you aren't they?"

"Are they the same age as you?"

"Who else knows?"

"Oh my god, have you flirted?!"

It was safe to say, Guanlin regretted letting Seongwu and Daniel accompany his to the CUBE building

~*~~**flashback**~~*~

It was currently 7.30 in the evening, and Guanlin was making his into the CUBE building to pick up something of his from Seonho

But due to it being darker than usual thanks to winter, Jisung decided to turn into a mother and insist that he take someone with him

Which Ong overheard and offered to drive him in the managers car, and of course Daniel decided to tag along

So there they are, Ongniel trailing behind the maknae like lost puppies

That is until they suddenly bump into his back, Guanlin having suddenly stopped

They look at each other, then at Guanlins face

Only to see that he has gone bright red, nerves plastered across his expression

Identical grins spread across their faces as they see the source of all this

You, the cute high school student currently talking to someone in a room they are passing by

Seongwoo and Daniel decide not to say anything right then, and instead wait until they are back at the dorms to tease him

~*~~**end flashback**~~*~

Which is how Guanlin ended up in this situation

With his face buried in his hands as he overhears the other boys planning what seems to be a Mission: Impossible level plan, to find out who this mysterious crush Ongniel saw is

~*~~**a few days later**~~*~

You love your brother

You really do

He gives pretty good advice

You get free tickets to his concerts, which is always cool

And his group mates are also brothers, and love to treat you, which is never a bad thing

But when he wakes you up from your after school nap to bring him food, in the cold weather with the plastic bags of chicken digging into your palms and your nose freezing off

Well,,,

Kang Hyunggu is better let you have some of this chicken

Walking into the cube building, you are pretty sure you feel eyes on you, but you just shrug it off as the security cameras facing the entrance

However, that is not the only time you feel this as you are heading to the practice room Pentagon currently occupies

(Why did they have to be in the one furthest away?)

The second incident of something weird happening is when you are just exiting the lobby

The door behind you quickly slams shut again

And as you spin around, you are pretty sure that you see a piece of cloth quickly disappear round a corner

But against, you simply brush it off

And make your way into the elevator, and head off to the right floor

Incident number three happens as you get off the lift

As the doors close behind you, to your right the door to the stairwell slams shut, and you hear the faint rush of footsteps and distant giggling

OK

Now you are starting to feel a little freaked out

But you press on and head through the dim corridors to the room Kino said he is in

The floor is eerily empty for it being only 17.45 in the evening, so you walk a little faster than usual

Behind you, you hear faint whispers

Eyes widening, your speed walking becomes a light jog

You turn the corner

And suddenly you are on the ground, a light squeal making its way out of your mouth

Your heart is beating a million times a minute

You look up, kinda expecting to see the ghost of a axe murderer or a demon child in front of you

What, or who, is actually there has your breathing a sigh of relief

"Oh god, I am so sorry!"

In front of you stands Lai Guanlin, swaggy rapper and major cutie

He holds out his hand and you take it, him easily pulling you up to your feet

Thanking him, you stand up, picking JP the thankfully intact food bags

Now, you know Guanlin

Pretty well in fact

He is actually a good friend of yours

Ever since you moved to Seoul with Kino, staying with a relative in the city so you could attend the highschool you wanted to, you became a constant around the CUBE building

And you became friends with trainee Seonho, who introduced you to Guanlin

So you feel at ease enough to blurt out

"I think this place is haunted"

The boy laughs slightly at your serious face, before a sheepish look crosses his face and he rubs the back of his neck

"Uhh, that's just my hyungs. They decided to play James Bond."

"Here? Why.....?"

"Who knows why they do anything?"

Faintly, from around the corner you hear sounds of protest, and knowing that it isn't actually ghosts, you laugh

"So, I am playing delivery person and am being layer with one of the boxes, so if you aren't busy would you want to join me for chicken?"

Guanlins face lights up at the mention of chicken, and glad that he won't have to try and wrangle his hyungs together, quickly agrees to your offer

So off you walk side by side, to drop off your brothers food

What you don't know, is that 10 boys spill out into the corridor you just vacated

Half of them cheering that their youngest got himself a 'date'

The other half complaining that he was getting chicken and they weren't

To which Minhyun gets tired of their whining and says he'll buy some for them, as he and Jisung shuffle the boys out of the building

The little "chicken date" as Woojin dubbed it, only brought more teasing upon Guanlin

And on your end of it, you were being teased by Hyunggu and the nine other Pentagon boys

See, they had always known of the small crush you harbour for Guanlin

But being the supporting "brothers" they are, they hyped you up, insisting that your feelings were definitely returned, and that you should definitely ask him out

They really boost your confidence, and so you confide in Seonho, asking for advice on how one would go about asking Lai Guanlin out

Which Seonho finds hilarious

Because just a few days before, Guanlin had come to him asking the exact same thing

So, deciding to be good wingman (read: sneak) he tells you that Guanlin has a crush on you too

And after finally managing to convince you he was telling the truth, he helps you come up with a plan

So you find out when Guanlin next has free time, and invite him out to one of the basketball courts along Han River

Thankfully, he agrees, and one afternoon you meet him there

He greets you with a gummy smile, and you return it before passing a basketball to him

"So, how about a one on one? Winner gets to choose what the loser does?" You ask him

"You're on," he replies, playfully glaring in determination at you

Now, you really weren't expecting to win

In fact, your plan was to simply tire him out a little so you have a reason to buy him food and drinks, where you could confess

So when you made the final basket, declaring your victory, you turned to face Guanlin in disbelief

Only to find him already staring at you with a small smile on his face

Later on you would find out that you only won because Guanlin kept getting distracted by you looking way to cute, with a determined look on your face and hair falling into your face - it wasn't anything to do with your skills

Going up to him, you punch his arm and ask him what's up

Shaking his head, the tips of his ears turning red, he replies with "nothing."

And deciding to take the chance that fate has given you, you change your plan a little

"So, I won. That means I choose what you do."

"That is what we agreed on, yes."

"I want you to ask me on a date."

You grin at the look on Guanlins face, and watch in amusement as he stutters slightly, eye wide and a blush on his cheeks

But finally he works up the courage to say "Would you like to go out with me?"

Of course you agree, and your first date is to a convenience store where you share ramen and warm up after the being in the chilly outdoors

And that is the start of your relationship with Guanlin

When Hyunggu finds out that he is your boyfriend, and as a result as do the rest of Pentagon, they become the usual overprotective older brothers and much to your embarrassment, corner the poor boy on one of his visits to CUBE

And the boys of Wanna One still tease him relentlessly

Though now he just shoots back a "I don't see any of you dating."

That quickly shuts them up

Oh, and Seonho gets hit by Guanlin for betraying his trust

Guanlin is so sweet on you

He loves to treat you with little trinkets from all the countries he visits while on tour with Wanna One

There's keychains, plushies, even an 'I heart Tokyo' cap

A big part of your relationship is texting

Guanlin has your contact name set as a series of emojis that he won't tell you the meaning to

And in the midst of all the memey texts you send each other, there are cute good morning/night texts to each other that neither of you will admit you send, lest the teasing get even worse

Also, you become really good friends with Jihoon (because Panwink4lyfe)

And basically, you two have the usual adorable teenage romance

And Guanlins hyungs are so jealous of the maknae

But they love you two together

Except when you encourage his savage ways

Then they banish you two from their location

Though they are thankful that you two aren't big on PDA

But cute little kisses are shared in private

And hugs are given by him a lot

He loves being big spoon

And chicken

Chicken dates forever

Requests are open!

[violetsystems]

#personal

I write here sometimes because it’s incredibly satisfying to be understood.  Some people take pictures.  I took pictures for years.  For a time I really believed that what I was doing was connecting with the world.  I traveled all over.  Spent weeks at a time in Asia by myself just wandering.  I shared it with ghostly friends and attachments.  I had understood it to be a precursor to a real connection.  That I was putting out this information on the internet to connect with someone.  Much like I had tried to make it in the music scene at one time to find likeminded people.  The one thing I’ve learned through failure is it doesn’t always work out the way you want it to.  It may just be from repetition that I’ve become more talented writing about the things I see and feel.  I’m never good enough at anything to be recognized or treated with some value in the real world.  I’ve had some of the same cryptic names cycle through my dash for years.  I’d argue sometimes that media here isn’t very social.  It’s rather communal.  A shared almost secret history of memes, idols, art and music.  You never have to clarify much.  Something here is cringe to one person and high art to others.  There’s this silent understanding that we’re all trying to move closer to what moves us.  We’re adrift in hidden connections plugged together like a Rhizome.  It’s all romantic shit if you grew up reading Gibson playing pen and paper Cyberpunk with a bunch of nerds.  But the world gets harder and harder to plug back into outside these delicate ebbs and flows of information.  I never really spent much time on Usenet back in the day other than to dig for mp3′s.  I grew up running Bulletin Board systems with my mother.  I was always writing.  I almost got expelled from a Christian High School for publishing a zine.  Some younger kids on my bus got a hold of it and claimed it was Satanic.  Half of the zine was about illustrations from people I met in real life.  Most of them were reminiscent of Pushead.  Very gory skate graphics.  The guy who drew them also designed flyers for punk bands.  Decades later I don’t really think there’s much difference between Tumblr and Zine culture.  Of all the things you’d have to wear the badge from high school, nobody really empathizes that I have become the patron saint of zine culture.  Of all the shit people could talk about me over the years.  He was a jungle dj.  Oh he was a footwork dj.  He was a white rapper.  He tried to skate but my friends are better than him.  He tried to make his own shirts.  I sold a lot of those here on Tumblr.  More so than knowing anyone in real life.  People get the impression I’m a lot of things.  I’m that guy you see helping the lady in the wheelchair in the grocery store find help.  This happened yesterday.  The woman thought I worked there.  There was an awkward sign on the door looking for a security guard for hire.  I spoke with the deli and got someone to assist.  For some reason everyone made the mistake of labeling me as a graffiti artist for years.  The police didn’t help.  I’ve had varying degrees of mistaken identity and my share of surveillance.  But I’ve never done anything other than run an apartment gallery for street art.  I was in the walk thru for an outside atm yesterday.  There was an angry white man scrubbing off some purple tags  with some orange zep.  I joked and said “get the led out!  He didn’t think it was funny.  He replied the people who lived in this neighborhood should do something about this.  I replied I lived here and there’s not much you can do.  He scolded me saying Chase could remove the atms as punishment.  He didn’t work for chase.  I told him I was more of a JP Morgan kind of guy.  Everybody on the internet thinks I’m the next roaring kitty but doesn’t want to admit it.  Or is that the other way around.  One thing I’m for certain.  I’ve been a lot of things and someone always tries to outdo me at being me.

I write here to parse the reality that nobody keeps score.  I keep track of my finances often.  For some reason, I’m doing about the best fiscally I’ve ever done just waiting for Godot.  I spoke with my dad last night about things.  I’ve had four packages go missing since mid April.  I’ve had people follow me around and give me weird looks.  I’ve had my locks tampered with.  I’ve had consistent fraudulent charges I’ve had to contend with.  It never ends.  It’s like a literal nightmare shit show outside the door at every moment.  I write here about it to simply let people know I do not think any of it is normal.  And generally, I start to believe that it never was.  I don’t drink anymore.  I don’t really have a problem with people who do.  But when people overdo it they forget how far they cross the line.  My biggest fear for this summer is the yolo effect.  That people will be so frustrated with being held back that they will use this summer as their ultimate party bus.  The shoe will be on the other foot.  If you wear a mask you are crazy to them.  Everyone will have the chance to speak their mind in public now.  They’ve been practicing on Facebook for fifteen months to tell you off.  Sometimes I feel like there’s a whole generation of people who think they stan me here.  Who go out into the wild and whisper what they think they’ve learned through reading comprehension about me.  I relish this.  Sort of like how Zizek talks of surveillance.  Let the dogs and the secret police learn something I say!  And you put it out there on the internet in any fashion and they will learn.  Often not in the way you want them to.  Which is why as a writer, obfuscation is the biggest weapon you have against nosy neighbors and pinkerton spies.  If I am even a writer at all.  This kind of activity just like my music isn’t considered anything of a skill.  There are a lot of people out there who can’t even reply in an email on LinkedIn with the spell check on.  If I have all these skills.  If I have all these things I’ve been.  Why am I in this situation particularly?  Why hasn’t anyone noticed how badly it is I am suffering on the inside?  Technically I’m not suffering as near as I was a year ago.  I’m out of debt.  I’ve gotten rid of a lot of excess baggage.  I’ve kept healthy by working out in my home.  I’ve adjusted to the reality that nobody ever gets it but me.  I’ve plugged myself into investments that I took the full risk on.  I’ve literally crawled from the ashes of a situation meant to break me.  And my consolation prize is that nobody ever.  And I mean EVER.  Talks.  About it.  What happened to me.  How fucking horrible it is.  How fucking wrong it all is.  All the way back to when I first started trying to be recognized as me.  To be valued.  I have to stop myself there.  I write here often and I feel to a certain group of dear friends it is valued.  That my context is understood a little more deeply than “maybe we can use this guy.”  I’ve been used on levels that would make you vomit in public.  And I’ve been gaslighted enough to know that there’s no use in trying to prove it.  I’m supposed to move on and understand the rules.  There are no rules out here.  There’s a semblance of order when people stand in front of cameras or their zoom mic.  When they’re shouting from their “platform” to change the world.  Nobody ever talks.  Nobody really listens.  And for that I feel we’re all growing tired of a world that simply shouts out it’s demands.  I wake up to the same reality every morning.  Nobody texts.  Nobody invites me out to socialize.  Everybody has something to say to me and it’s never “How are you doing?”  None of it really matters to me from simple statistical observation.  If I haven’t changed your mind by now, you don’t really want to know what I’m thinking.

When you get stuck.  And who knows if you will.  But when you get stuck like me.  It takes a lot of positivity to stay focused.  I go out and try to do things often.  But people will spoil that solitude with some bullshit excuse like “This is America.  I’m free to do what I want when I want.”  At the expense of others.  And out here, I’d love to tell you how I survive when nothing changes.  I stay out of the way.  I am so fucking disassociated from this place that it feels evil.  I’ve been in this city over two decades.  You would think a person like me would have some kind of culture other than being hunted and tested every turn.  Who knows who the ring leader is anymore.  People read what I write and then take it their own way.  Nobody really cares for my well being out here.  That’s self love talking.  And I am being real.  People have manipulated my entire life and put my safety at risk for the sake of some sort of performance.  Some of that is just life.  Some of that I accept because it’s the way this lane operates.  But nowhere in this journey have I sacrificed my authenticity for some big payoff.  I don’t even know what the fuck is going on with people anymore.  It is okay to remove yourself from a series of toxic situations.  It is okay to reset.  It is okay to understand that the pandemic might have reset everything for you back to square one.  It is okay to let go of social obligations that never valued you as a person.  It is okay to keep wearing a mask.  It is okay to say no.  It is okay to walk away from a disrespectful situation and rely on yourself.  It is also hard as fuck in practice.  If anyone can learn anything from me it is that you literally are asking for it.  The old fuck around and find out.  Except I’ve found out a lot more than just how charming I can be to the right person by being thoughtful and consistent.  I’ve learned the FOMO of trying to participate in a pyramid is not the kind of leverage I’m interested in.  I’ve learned that debt rhymes with net.  I’ve learned how to keep that somewhat stable in one of the most fucked up economic shitstorms in America.  I’ve learned I’m not eligible for the things people assume I’m on.  Like unemployment.  I’ve learned health insurance costs as much as my rent.  Which is a great deal on rent.  I’ve learned that making hamburgers and freezing them are delicious.  But even then you’d have to pay me more than fifteen dollars an hour.  I’ve learned this entire thing is my fault.  And I’ve written about it for years.  And yet nobody seems to want to have a conversation about it.  They just keep on assuming.  People are sleepwalking out there.  Some people are really good at faking it.  But then you follow their lead and end up in the same laugh out loud shit show.  When you get stuck, it’s best to count your blessings.  At least people might somewhere understand why I do the things that I do.  Why I think it’s completely futile to try to do anything drastic when everything always fails.  Why I’ve given up on believing that people have my best interest at heart in a city that’s ignored me for over a year.  I write to keep a clear narration of how I’m trying to tackle a problem far bigger than me.  I deal with it by staying out of the way.  Out of sight.  Trapped in a corner shack lighthouse in a highly accessible city.  With no end of people trying to access me.  To chip on through.  I wonder if you got to the center of all this.  If you really solved the mystery.  I wonder if you’d finally break down and cry.  That you’ve been wrong about me for this long.  There’s no mystery to solve about me other than why I keep writing on a dead platform.  And why the general public secretly pays so much attention to every word I type.  I don’t really “wonder” anymore.  I just know.  <3 Tim

[zambie-trashart]

Land of the Free and Home of the Wayne pt 6

previous part

intermission

Masterlist

Dick stood behind Damian reading over his shoulder. “That was quite the show in there, Mar’i is trying to defuse the situation but everyone thinks you and this Lila girl are together,” Dick said looking over the younger. “Go fix everything in there and I’ll give this to Bruce and he’ll find Jon in no time.” 

Damian walked back into the museum to see Mar’i screaming at Lila about ho who one in their right mind would believe her bullshit.

“Enough, everyone go to the next room,” Damian said holding Mar’i’s shoulder with one hand and shooing the students with the other.

“Damian, she’s a liar she was telling everyone that you two are da...” Mar’i was cut off by Damian.

“I know Grayson Spawn but we have to wait for Jon to be present to expose her otherwise it won’t be as fun,” Damian said trying to make it sound more entertaining to the thirteen-year-old ball of energy.

“Where is he, I wanna crush this girl!” Mar’i said cracking her knuckles.

“Taken by Catwoman, father will bring him back tonight,” Damian said leading the girl into his father’s room. There were fights with Joker, Mr. Freeze, Bane, Poison Ivy, Catwoman and others on display.

Some students were already wandering over to the gift shop. Most had Batman or a generic Robin and the girls had a Batgirl. Damian took notice of Chloe who held up her Red Hood like he was the sun, Adrien who grabbed a Superboy and held it close to him, and Marinette who grabbed a Robin with a katana, a Nightstar, and a Superboy. Adrien walked over to the two with his Superboy resting on his shoulders.

“Where’s Jon?” Adrien asked and Damian went to speak but Mar’i cut in.

“He wasn’t feeling very well so dad took him back to the manor but Alfred should be here to pick us all up in around ten minutes so we can all go back and have dinner soon,” Mar’i said looking at the students who were now eating their packed lunches outside. Adrien shrugged before walking over to Marinette to show her his cool little Superboy. They talked about something that looked serious and Marinette just nodded and Adrien smiled before walking away.

The teens all made it back to the manor and Chloe walked next to Marinette playing with the little guns on her Red Hood.

“I think it’s cool that we got to meet them, what about you?” Chloe asked and the door to their room was flung shut as the two went over to their beds.

“It’s ok, but did you see those bad guys, what if one of us gets hurt?” Marinette asked getting up to lock the door to their bedroom.

“Coming from Paris’ own superheroine that’s rich, you saved Superboy yesterday. What do you think Red Hood would think of Queen Bee?” Chloe said going to grab her miraculous.

“I think we should keep Paris’ heroes out of Gotham so we don’t raise suspicion cause you saw what they said about the Bats in the museum, they’re a family of detectives who don’t like other heroes that are unapproved in their city,” Marinette said sighing. 

“Didn’t you tell Adrien that he could go save that little crush of his?” Chloe asked and Marinette just laughed.

“Batman will never have to know about that one,” Marinette said and Mar’i stood up from outside the guest bedroom. She couldn’t believe her ears, not only did Jon have a potential boyfriend but the girl in that room saved Jon from becoming a puddle of Superboy on the pavement the previous day. 

“Yeah, Batman will never have to know,” Mar’i said to herself walking back to her room thinking of all the things she could do with this information.

Across Gotham, Jon sat in a chair with a cat perched on his lap purring softly.

“Aw, I think she likes you,” Selina said setting down a cup of tea.

“Cool, I like her too, isn’t that right?” Jon asked the cat rubbing their noses together and Jon held the cat in one arm and went to grab his cup of tea but the window behind him shattered and a teen in a black cat costume stood behind him.

“Jon right?” the cat boy asked and Jon nodded. “Cool, I’m here to save you,” Chat pulled Jon in by his waist and jumped out the window forcing Jon to hold onto Chat tightly. They landed a few rooftops away.

“Who are you?” Jon asked looking up at his “savior” who kept one arm wrapped around his waist and the other held onto a baton, Jon kept his hands near Chat’s collarbones trying to stay away from the stranger until he knew more about him or at least had a name.

“My damsels in distress call me Chat Noir,” Chat said winking. “Normally damsels at least say thanks,” Chat looked down at Jon slightly confused as to why the younger wasn’t saying thank you.

“Well, good thing I’m not your average damsel then,” Jon said smiling a little and pressing a kiss onto Chat’s cheek before walking over to the entrance of the building they were standing on. “Maybe I’ll see you around Cat Boy!” Jon called out opening the door and just before it shut chat got a hold of himself.

“It’s Chat Noir!” he called out and the door shut. “Best. Save. Ever.” Chat jumped off the roof making it back to the Manor quickly and without anyone else noticing him. The students were making their way down to the dinning room for dinner and Jon walked in and sat down next to Damian and Mar’i sat across from them and the three had a wordless conversation. 

How was tea?

Good got interrupted tho.

You mean you got saved too early.

Yup.

That sucks.

Yup.

After dinner, Mar’i pulled Damian and Jon toward her room away from the students.

“I have to tell you something,” Mar’i said looking down.

“What is it Grayson Spawn?” Damian asked and Mar’i took a deep breath and sighed.

“I’m honestly ashamed for waiting this long to tell you but I have a crush, on a girl and we’ve been talking for a few months and she lives in Paris,” Mar’i said and the boys just looked at her as if she was going to add to that.

“Was that supposed to be surprising?” Damian asked.

“Oh, is she in the class?” Jon asked.

“No but she’s friends with Adrien and Marinette and a few others her name is Kagami,” Mar’i said and Damian shrugged seemingly ok with it.

“Cool, can we meet her soon?” Jon asked and Damian just slapped him on the arm.

“She didn’t say girlfriend Kent, cool your jets,” Damian said and the three walked into Mar’i’s room.

“We talk every Saturday night so you missed it but next time I’ll be sure to tell you guys,” Mar’i said laughing but then her face turned serious. “She told me to stay away from Lila and that she’s been causing her friends a lot of trouble,” Mar’i added sitting down.

“We’ve got a plan if you wanna join?” Jon asked smiling at Damian.

“Absolutly.”

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