#sorry i gave him anime eyes he was feeling kawaii today

[maxxzophone]

He's neutered btw sorry.

Here's him with blindingly golden orbs

[aestheticseungmean]

Hi can you write a one-shot with 20,64 and 97 ? Thanks and have a nice day

short skirts, emo bands, and maids, oh my!- Jeon Jungkook

Synopsis- You like Yuta, Jungkook loves you, and Yuta loves anime and nothing else. What does it take for Jungkook to make you see that?

4029 words

Warnings: Unconsentual kiss but both parties enjoy it and cussing

Fluff and a bit of angst

A/N: Sorry for taking so long. I really struggled to get motivated to write with everything else going on around me. Also, this was supposed to be Yuta’s story but it drifted into a Jungkook story instead.

⚠️PLEASE NOTICE⚠️: I wanted to leave you guys with one last thing before I went on break. I am officially announcing my hiatus from for a few months. I’ll still be on here reading and liking things but I won’t write.

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“Did you know your skirt is below your fingertips?” You rolled your eyes at your best friend Jungkook. “Thank you, Captain obvious.” He gave you his signature bunny smile, scrunching up his nose in amusement. “The skirt is short on purpose.” “Who are you trying to impress? Yuta?” You stared at your outfit in the mirror which consisted of a black skirt, a pastel pink shirt, fishnet tights, and your favorite pair of converse which were also pink. To say that you thought you looked good was an understatement. You were feeling yourself in this outfit. You felt cute yet sexy. “As a matter of fact, I like this outfit for me, but it may be a tiny bit for Yuta,” you confessed. Jungkook laughed and played with the hem of the blanket on your bed, waiting for you.

Yuta was your crush. He was also your neighbour whom you saw everyday on your way to work. You often waved towards him only to receive a quick glance and nothing more. Occasionally, you’d see him in the game store you worked at, checking out the new selections of games, manga, and animes. Each time, you were too shy to do more than just wave or squeak out a meek ‘hi’. And more often than not, he just ignored you and went about his search, leaving you sighing to yourself and stocking some more Pop Funko figurines. Maybe he just thought you and Jungkook were an item like everyone else did, or maybe he just didn’t want to be friends with you. Either way, at one point you might have well given up. But, you being the simp you are, you didn’t. You kept on trying to be his friend and maybe even more.

“Are you ready? I want to go to this cafe that Jimin told me about. Said it was the best place he ever went.” You were skeptical about anything Jimin suggests, because last time you went to the movie theatre with Jungkook and ended up watching 50 Shades Darker. It probably would’ve been better if you had seen the previous movie, but nevertheless it wasn’t something to watch with your best friend. “I don’t trust Jimin,” you grumbled out, picking up your backpack and keys. “Let’s go before I change my mind. I’m letting you know now that you’re paying.” Jungkook threw up his hands and nodded, following you out to your beat up car. “You have to get this thing replaced.” The passenger door screamed as he opened it. “The store isn’t getting good business so my paycheck has been cut.” You sighed softly as the car started up finally. You really did need a new car, but this is what you can afford right now.

The brightly colored sign to the cafe put you in awe. It could draw one in from a mile away. The inside of the cafe on the other hand made you want to strangle Jimin. Other than the cute, kawaii decorations, you were not impressed with the girls dressed up as maids, serving mainly business men. “Hello!” A young, cheerful girl gracefully made her way to you two while managing to grab two menus and avoiding at least six floating trays. “I’m Sora and I’ll be your server! Just two today?” Jungkook nodded. “Right this way!” How this girl could be so cheery was beyond you, but somehow it did make the experience a little better. You sat down in a pink booth across from Jungkook and ordered drinks. “Here you go. Just wave or ring the bell if you need me. I’ll be back to collect your order in a few.” She clamoured away to get your drinks.

“A maid cafe? Seriously? He’s such a perv.” “I find this kind of fun,” Jungkook smirked, not taking his eyes off of your annoyed face. “Shut up, Jeon.” An older woman casually made her way over to your table, pulling up a chair. “I noticed that you looked annoyed. Are my ladies doing alright?” “Yes ma’am,” you squeaked out, feeling a bit under pressure. “Good. Good. Is this your boyfriend?” You shook your head. “He’s my best friend.” She nodded as she comprehended what you said. “I noticed your outfit is very fitting for you.” “Look, ma’am, may I ask what you are doing?” You weren’t trying to be rude, but it was weird to have a stranger come up to you and inquire about your life. “Come work for me. We need more people like you. The pay starts at $15 an hour and your lunch today is on the house. Here is my business card, call me with your answer.”

The lady slid her business card towards you and returned the chair to the other table before walking off. “I feel like I’m dealing drugs.” “I think it would be cute. I’d come visit you everyday if you worked here,” Jungkook teased, “and I’m sure Jimin would love to see you work here. You know he’s a bitch for people in maid outfits.” You kicked his shin under the table and pocketed the business card. Things will have to get really bad before you subject yourself to this line of work. “Over my dead body,” you huffed, grabbing at the drink the waitress brought earlier. Jungkook, however, grabbed the drink from you and took a sip out of the straw before you could. “Hey-“ you protested but he cut you off. “Ahh. Pepsi?” “Yeah but-“ He smiled and winked. “I know you so well.” “Only because I order that every time I go someplace with Pepsi products.”

The food was exceptional even though you tried to hate it. The service was a 13/10 and you appreciated the way the waitress actually waited until you were done chewing before coming over to check on you. Outside, Jungkook laughed and jumped to the car. “That was fun! We should do it again!” “No, you were checking out our waitress half the time,” you grumbled. “Did you notice she had puppy ears?” In fact, you didn’t notice anything except the short skirts. “No?” “Yeah! Every waitress and waiter in there wears a pair of animal ears. I think I’d rock the bunny ones.” You chuckled and got into the car, Jungkook following suit. “Honestly, if you worked there…so many girls would flock to eat at the cafe and it would become world famous.” “So you’re saying I’m hot, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, making you smack him. “Of course you’re hot. I’d be stupid not to see it, but you are my best friend.”

You knew you had hit a nerve when his smile faltered a bit. “Did you know scientifically, 83% of couples consider their partner their best friend?” “No, I didn’t. I do now.” Jungkook sighed and sat back into his seat and watched you start the car. Once back at the apartment complex, you and Jungkook walked in silence to the elevators. The doors were closing when you heard a quick, “Hold the doors!” You watched as a familiar black haired boy ran into the elevators breathless. “Are you okay, Yuta?” He nodded and checked his watch as if he was in a rush. “Do you have an important meeting or something?” “What’s it to you?” Your eyes widened as Jungkook began to tense up, something he does before he gets ready to fight. Instinctively, your arms pushed Jungkook back against the wall. “It’s not our business, Jungkook.” As much as you wished to know, you couldn’t because as you said, it’s not your business. You pulled Jungkook closer to you on the opposite side of the elevator from where Yuta was standing.

The shoddy elevator shook and groaned before coming to a stop somewhere between the seventh and eighth floor. Yuta growled and checked his phone. “He’s going to kill me,” he muttered to himself. “Attention! Is there anyone in the elevators, if yes please press the call button and let us know.” Jungkook pressed the call button and soon enough you found out that you were stuck for at least three hours. You scrolled through your phone to check for any news. “It seems the entire city has lost power.” “I guess you’re stuck with me!” Jungkook teased. You slid down the wall carelessly and leaned against the wood panel. “Don’t seem so sad. At least you’re stuck with me.” “Can you guys quit flirting all the damn time?” Yuta’s voice echoed a bit in the small space. “What’s your problem, dude?” Jungkook stepped forward. “My problem is that I’m stuck here, late for band practice, and you two sound so cringy. If y’all are going to fuck, wait until we get off.”

“What is your band?” “Riot of the Dark,” he sighed, sitting down. You tugged Jungkook’s hand and gave him a look that said ‘sit down’. “Riot of the Dark? The lead guitarist is Han Jisung right?” “Yeah. How did you know?” You smiled thinking back to your times with the boy. “Jisung is my favourite cousin. In fact, if I’m correct, the leader is Woosung.” Yuta nodded once again. “You seem to know my band pretty well,” he complimented, making you blush. “I like your music.” “I lIkE yOuR mUsIc,” Jungkook mocked. “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM JUNGKOOK?” “My problem? What’s my problem?” His dark eyes glared at you taking you by surprise. He was never like this. “My problem is you!” You felt a pang in your heart as you held back the tears welling up in your eyes. “M-Me?” “Yes, you! You have your head so far up in the clouds dreaming about Yuta that you can’t see the one person in front of you who likes you. You are so damn oblivious and it hurts the ones around you.” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt Yuta’s eyes on you. Jungkook had exposed your crush in front of your crush. You hid yourself in your sweatshirt and silently cried, hating your best friend.

“That was cold.” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Rage filled Jungkook at his stupid mistake. Now you probably hated him and there was nothing he could say or do about it. “_______, I’m sorry.” You looked up at him with wet cheeks. “Fuck you,” you spat out. Luckily, the elevator started to move hours before it was said to be running meaning you could get home faster. The doors creaked open and you pushed through the mess of people waiting for the elevator to get to the apartment you call home. You left the door unlocked because as much as you hated Jungkook at the moment, you knew he couldn’t go home just yet, so you locked yourself in your bedroom. Knock. Knock. Knock. You knew at some point, he was going to knock on the door and you’d inevitably open it because it was Jungkook, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. “Go away.” “We need to talk,” he pleaded through the door. “What’s there to talk about? You ruined my crush on Yuta, because now I can never see him face to face again or I might spontaneously combust in anxiety.”

You heard a small laugh through the door. “You won’t spontaneously combust. I’m sorry, you know.” A soft sigh fell from your lips. “I know.” “Will you let me in?” You opened the door and watched as he fell in. “A warning would’ve been nice, but I deserved that.” “Yes you did,” you huffed, biting back a few words, but he noticed it. “You want to say something. I know you do,” he coaxed. “Are you hurt?” A small smile appeared on his face as he realized that not all hope is lost. “A little bruise but it will heal.” “Where?” Jungkook pointed to his head where the bruise was. You flicked it before pulling his head down and giving it a kiss. “ There. I’m still mad though.” He cooed at your little pout and hugged you. “Am I still your friend?” You looked up at him and nodded. Even though he had embarrassed you, the bond runs way deeper than a crush did. “Can you smile for me?” “No.” He giggled cutely and sat down on the swivel chair by your desk. “I’m going to do it,” you stated out of nowhere. “Do what?” “I’m going to confess to Yuta tomorrow!” Jungkook’s face fell and he scowled at the ground.

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Maybe you were feeling confident or maybe you were led by the determination to right a wrong. Either way, you were standing outside of Yuta’s apartment door, knocking. He opened the door in his emo-like glory and surprisingly, you smiled. “Do you need something? I’m busy practicing.” “I wanted to come over here and explain what happened yesterday.” You paused for a minute, regaining your words, “I like you, Yuta. I’ve been harbouring a crush on you for months now and I wanted to get it off of my chest.” He stared at you silently, and all of a sudden a wave of anxiety hit you. To control yourself from bursting, you picked at the sides of your thumbnails, picking at the skin, most likely causing them to bleed. “I don’t like you. I’m not really interested in getting to know you and I’m not looking for a friend let alone a relationship. If that’s all you wanted to say then I need to go,” Yuta spoke bluntly. “I have one more thing,” you forced out, trying to keep a steady voice. “Have a good life.” With that, you walked away calmly to your apartment where Jungkook was waiting.

“So?” Jungkook asked, feeling somewhat curious. “He rejected me, but oddly enough I’m okay. I’m not sad. I’m not mad. I’m not happy. I’m just okay.” “Is that good?” You nodded, but you were in a hazy state of mind. Like a fog was clouding your thoughts. “I’m going to go home to do some work at my neighbour’s house.” “Okay.” He gave you a quick hug and walked out of your apartment and towards his home. You, on the hand, took a shower to clear your thoughts and then sat on your bed, staring at the wall, trying to find your thoughts. Why didn’t you care that Yuta turned you down? And why did you feel relieved when he rejected you? Your mind turned to Jungkook, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop the memories of him appearing in your head. Somewhere in your confused state, the cafe materialised and then you pieced it all together. You didn’t have a crush on Yuta. He was just something to distract you from Jungkook. Something realistic and not so far fetched, but when your friend told you he loved you, you felt that Jungkook was the realistic thing. That maybe that was a part of your life that you could be happy with.

You locked the door behind you and took off towards the direction of Jungkook’s house. The steps of your running feet echoed through the semi empty streets as you drew closer and closer. The grey door offered you comfort as you knocked. It opened to a confused Jungkook. “_______?” “It wasn’t Yuta,” you said in between breaths. “It never was. It was a fantasy that grew in my head to block the real thing. You.” “You’re not making any sense.” You took a deep breath and kissed him. Happily, he kissed you back, knowing that you reciprocate his feelings. “I understand now,” he smiled. “I’m glad you do.” The two of you stood in the doorway just hugging and whispering confessions in each other’s ear. “I need to go do something, but I’ll come back tomorrow, okay?” “Okay.” Jungkook gave you one last kiss and watched you walk away. He didn’t notice you take a left instead of a right at the end of the block towards your new destination. One that will have a big effect on your life and maybe even better it.

The door of the café jingled as you walked in. “I’m sorry, we’re closed.” The girl looked up at you and smiled. “Oh, our boss told us about you. Follow me.” You followed her to the back where the old woman waited. “I hoped you’d come. Are you here for an interview?” “Yes, ma’am.” She nodded and proceeded to ask random questions for a few minutes. “You’re hired! Give me a second to get your uniform.” The old woman stood up and opened the door. “Areum! Please bring me a uniform for our new employee.” You heard a ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and the girl grabbed a uniform, bringing it to you. “Here you go. Let’s make sure it fits before you leave.” Areum showed you to the bathroom and you tried it on. To your surprise, it fit you perfectly. “It fits,” you said to her. “I knew it would. My fashion major never fails me.” You thanked her and the boss and went home with your schedule in hand.

The next day, you got into your car and headed to your new job at the cafe. “There you are!” The old woman sauntered over towards you. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get changed in the back.” “I don’t mind. Please go see Yuna for your headband before we open up.” You nodded and went to go change. As told to do, you went to find Yuna. With the help of Sora and Areum, you found her. “Here for your headband?” Yuna asked. “Yes I am,” you say while nodding. She handed you teddy bear ears and you sighed, putting them on. “You can put your clothes and stuff in this locker.” You thanked her and checked your phone one last time to see Jimin saying he was taking Jungkook to the cafe and that you weren’t invited because you were a “Debby Downer”. You laughed at the irony and put the phone away before heading out to start seating and serving. “Sora!” “Yes?” She turned towards you smiling. “You remember the guy I was with when I came here before?” Sora nodded. “Can you seat him in my section?” “Sure thing!”

You headed off to start serving the other tables in your sections, working gracefully thanks to your many cousins that used to live with you. Then you heard the bell chime again and Jimin’s cute laugh you tease him about. “Right this way please.” They followed her to your section and sat down in their seat. “Check out the legs on that one,” you heard Jimin whisper. In the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin point at your legs from behind and Jungkook looked awkwardly. You moved to the other person who needed a quick refill before coming up behind Jimin. “If you ever comment on my legs again sir, we will have a problem,” you spoke in your most passive aggressive customer service voice. “_-___?” He stuttered out. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realised it was you. “What can I get you handsome guys today?” You recited from memory what was to be said. Handsome guys and beautiful ladies. “I’ll have a sprite,” Jimin spoke, not taking his eyes off of you.

“I’ll have a water please.” You jotted down their drinks and recited the well known ‘I’ll be back’ before prepping their drinks. Once you returned, you grabbed your order pad and asked their order. “I would like the number two with onion rings instead of fries.” You nodded and turned towards Jungkook. “And you?” “I’d like the number four with a side of you for desert.” Jimin laughed but you didn’t find it that humorous as you were now blushing and glaring at Jungkook. “Stop glaring, princess. I know you want me.” A small scoff came from your lips. “Shut up.” “You know I’m right,” he said cockily. “I’ll put your order in now,” you hissed through gritted teeth. As you were walking away, you heard the small conversation Jimin and Jungkook had. “Are you guys dating?” “I hope so. They kissed me yesterday and said that they liked me.” You could feel the smile Jimin was giving Jungkook. “Congrats man! I know you’ve been chasing after them and getting friendzoned for a while now.” “I think my heart combusted when they kissed me.” You giggled at his cheesiness and gave the order to the chef.

Your shift went by quickly and you found it was fun. Jimin left a twenty dollar tip while Jungkook wrote a little note on the napkin. Meet me at the gym when you get off of work. You smiled and tucked it into your pocket while throwing the other inappropriate notes in the trash. It felt weird putting your sweatpants back on since the past ten hours were spent wearing a fluffy skirt. The walk to the gym was short and you embraced the squeaky door happily because behind it was Jungkook. He was punching at the punching bag hanging from the steel beam. Sweat dripped from his hair and onto his shirt sticking to his skin. When he saw you, he stopped his attack and gave you a bunny smile before reaching out to hug you. You on the other hand, ducked under his hug not wanting to get all sweaty. “Nope. Not doing it.” He pouted. “Can I at least have a kiss?” “Fine.” Jungkook moved closer to give you a kiss but pulled you into a hug and pecked your lips. “JEON!” You screeched as you felt the sweat drip onto you. “I have a clean shirt in my bag,” he said as he released you and threw you his extra shirt. “How am I supposed to change now?” “Bathrooms.”

You came out in the new shirt and a washed face. “I hate you.” “No you don’t,” he chuckled. “You’re right.” Jungkook resumed his workout while you watched in amazement. “So, I overheard you today.” “What do you mean?” The conversation from the cafe replayed in your head. “Is it true that your heart almost “combusted” when I kissed you?” He stopped for a minute. “Yeah, it did.” A small coo left your lips. “Awww, so cute!” Jungkook smiled and grabbed his towel, wiping away his sweat. “Let’s go to yours?” He suggested. “Sure.” The two of you walked home, hand in hand, talking and laughing. Once inside the apartment you forced him to take a shower to clean up. He washed up quickly to be able to spend more time with you, but you jumped in the shower. You came back to Jungkook staring off into space, muttering angrily. “Why are you angry?” “Because I’m trying to find ways to love you more,” Jungkook replied. You raised an eyebrow, feeling confused, but you sat down and began to brush out his hair. “You deserve all the love in the world and I’m trying to think of different ways to show you.”

“You’re silly, Jungkook.” You ruffled his almost dry hair and kissed his head. “You treat me like the baby when I’m older than you.” “You enjoy it though.” He huffed and crossed his arms. “Stop making valid points.” “How about no,” you yawned out. “Are you tired?” “Of course I am. It’s almost 10.” His head turned toward the clock. “Let’s go to sleep.” He laid down on the other side of your bed and allowed you to cuddle up to him. “Thank you for taking me back even after I rejected you,” you apologized. “My grandma used to tell me that if you love someone, you can either wait or move on but your decisions will affect you, so choose wisely. I chose to wait, not that it took you long to come back to me.” “I suppressed those feelings because I felt that you were out of my league.” Jungkook laughed. “You're not out of my league, I’m out of yours.” “Lies. It’s all lies.” You looked up and kissed him one last time before falling asleep. A few hours later, smiling cheesily, he fell asleep with you in his arms.

[ekicanons]

Hey! Can I request a Levi x reader where Reader is a closet weeb and maybe levi finds this out because their ringtone for their DDD is a vocaloid song?

Hi there! Thank you so much for your request! There are two of us working on this blog, so you’ll get the scenario from two perspectives. Under cut for length.

Levi x Reader; Levi discovers that reader is a closet weeb. 

Scenario A: (headcanons)

You hadn’t been in the Devildom very long, but you were starting to get to know the brothers more with each day.  

One of the ones you were having trouble with getting to know was Levi.  

When you heard his brothers teasing him for being an Otaku, you thought that you’d probably have a lot in common because you were also a closet Otaku.

If only you had the chance to talk to him.

The demon would lock himself in his room playing video games and watching anime. When you would see him in passing or at breakfast, he would just call you a normie and ignore you.

That was until one fateful day.  

You were on dinner duty and while you were stirring a pot of some bubbling stew that Beel had requested, your phone went off.

Your Vocaloid ringtone echoed loudly in the kitchen, but your hands were currently too messy to grab it.

It was only a few moments later that Levi came running into the kitchen.

“WHAAAAA?!?! WAS THAT VOCALOID I HEARD?!” he shouted enthusiastically.  

You explain to him that it was your ringtone and he starts going on a very long excited tangent about backstories and it somehow ended up on him talking about TSL.  

You listen to him talk while you cut up some ingredients, a small smile on your lips.  

When Levi realizes that he’s been talking so much with you, he suddenly stops and turns a bright crimson.  

“I-I didn’t know you liked that kind of stuff. I thought you were just a normie.”

You explain to him that he never gave you a chance to even tell him

Levi ends up admitting to you that he wasn’t trying to be stand-offish, but he is pretty socially awkward and it’s hard for him to put himself out there and warm up to people. It’s easier just to stay in his room. He also admitted he thought you were really attractive, which only made him more nervous, so it was easier to be mean to you.  

You tell him that you want to hear more about TSL and find out more about him, so he ends up helping you with dinner while you guys talk.

Levi tells you that you should come by his room later and watch a few episodes with him.

This is the start of something amazing. It’s almost like you guys are at the beginning of a Shoujo anime.  

Scenario B (1,100 words) : 

((I love this question, thank you! I’m a weeb who loves Levi 😩 I don’t know a whole lot about vocaloids though so I hope it’s okay!💜)) 

Dinner had finished up not too long ago.  It was just you and Levi now clearing off the table.  It was your job to do it today so you were shocked when the demon stayed to help. 

“I’m updating my game and there’s still a lot of time left, that’s the only reason why I’m helping.” Levi had shrugged off when you asked, though a hue of pink was playing on his cheeks. 

“The help is still appreciated,” you beam a smile at him. His cheeks were definitely a red now, as he stammered trying to think of something else to say. 

Just then, your DDD started to ring, the sound filling the room. Looking at your phone and seeing a number you don’t know, you decline the call, it was probably some Devildom spam anyway. 

“Y/n !!!! Was that _________??? The vocaloid??!!��� 

“Whaa- ? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Levi!” You hastily finish cleaning up and try to run to your room. 

“Y/n, wait!!” Levi chased after you. “Do you like vocaloids?? Did you create that? DO YOU HAVE A FAMOUS VOCALOID CHANNEL I DON’T KNOW ABOUT???” Levi was right on your heels.  

His horns came out, going demon form due to his excitement.  You could see his tail wagging slightly behind him. 

“I- I think you’re imagining things?��� You laugh nervously just as your DDD starts ringing again. 

“DON’T LIE TO ME, Y/N!! That’s _______!” 

“Okay fine, but sshhh!” You say as your grab Levi and shove him in your room, closing the door behind you. 

“I’d recognize that voice anywhere.” The demon smiled to himself, knowing his accusations were correct. “Why are you trying to hide it?” Levi asked as he took a seat on your bed, genuinely confused. 

“I don’t know,” you admit, “I enjoy this stuff so much but I guess it’s embarrassing when other people find out? And hearing you bring up my ringtone out loud, I guess I panicked.” You let out a shaky laugh as you rub the back of your head and turn away from his gaze. Still sitting on your bed, Levi reached out and grabbed your wrist, tugging slightly just so your attention was back on him. 

“If it’s something that you enjoy, something that makes you happy – you should never feel ashamed of it.   Yeah, my brothers make fun of me for being an otaku, but they accept me anyway.  You learn to get used to it, and honestly, it doesn’t really bother me anymore since Ruri-chan, my games, shows, and manga all make me happy.” He encouraged you, his hand moving from your wrist to now hold your hand.  He idly caressed the back of your hand with his thumb as he looked into your eyes. 

“Yeah… you’re right.  I guess that since I’m in a new place and meeting so many people, I just didn’t want to be classified as weeb right away without them trying to get to know me first.” You ponder, though your heart is beating fast at the genuine look in his eyes and the feel of his hand on yours.  You gulp, meeting his gaze right back. 

“But… I am a weeb.  And I guess people are going to find out sooner or later.” You try to shrug it off but you can feel your face start to get warm.  It seemed rather strange to admit, but out of everyone in the house, Levi was the only one who would not judge you for your interests. 

“Y/n!!” Levi’s eyes sparkle over now at your confession.  He couldn’t contain his excitement anymore.  He pulled you down onto his lap til you were sitting on him, facing sideways.  Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck to keep you from falling backwards. 

“I’m sorry, it was just adorable hearing you call yourself a weeb!” He laughed as he held you in his arms, still in his demon form due to his excitement.  “You should call yourself a weeb more often, I love seeing that cute look on your face.” He smiled his face close to yours, “OH! But don’t say it in front of my brothers.  I don’t want them to see that kawaii side of you, I want it just for myself. I am the Avatar of Envy you know, lololol.” 

You chuckled, maybe it wasn’t so bad that Levi heard your ringtone.  You run your fingers through his hair on the back of his neck, getting over the initial shock of ending up in his lap and just enjoying the closeness. 

“Hey, y/n.  Early I told you about enjoying the things that make you happy… would it be okay if I did something that would make me happy? And hopefully you too…” Levi was blushing as he looked at you.  

Your heart was racing, hoping it was going where you thought it was, and that he wasn’t just going to ask you to help him farm in a game (though you wouldn’t mind that either). 

“S-sure.  You should follow your heart.” You say, your own heart pounding so loudly now. A soft smile formed as he brought his gaze down to your own lips.  

The demon slowly pressed his soft lips against yours.  It was very tender at first, like he was afraid the moment was so fragile and if he rushed, he could shatter it. You instantly respond, kissing him back as your hands tangle in his hair. After a few moments, the kiss naturally broke.  You look at each other, both breathing a little heavily. 

“That does make me very happy,” he smiled, but started to shift on the bed til he had you laying down and he was hovering over you, “but I’d like to indulge more.” And he brought his lips to yours once again, this kiss more passionate than the last.

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The next day. After class, you head back to your room after class.  Still giddy about what happened with Levi and where it would lead. Entering your room, you see a box with a handwritten note on top. 

I had an extra one, so I hope you’ll enjoy it and take good care of it.  Plus, every weeb needs to have some merchandise in their room lolol.  See you soon.  ♡ Levi

A huge smile displayed on your face as you open the box to see a limited edition figure of the vocaloid you had as your ringtone.

[melonkooky]

maybe it was fate [bang chan]

not requested

word count: 14605

genre: businessman!chan, barista!reader, mainly fluff with some sprinkles of angst here and there

author’s note: please don’t feel intimidated by the amount of words this one shot is. it took me several days to write it and i spent all day today finishing. i also spent a lot of time looking for mistakes. i know it’s not perfect, but i’m extremely proud of this since it’s my longest one. please read it and give it lots of love!!

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“one large coffee, black, please.”

you hummed in response as you tapped a few buttons on the register. “that’ll be 4,000 won.”

the gentleman in front of you handed you his credit card. he seemed exhausted, an all nighter perhaps. you’ve done lots of those before. you were a college student after all, and had a full time job at a coffee shop.

the coffee shop was relatively popular. it was also close to your dorm, which also meant it was close to your campus. sometimes fellow students would pop in, and then when you recognized them and they recognized you, basically that one spiderman meme becomes a reality. lots of times your friends would pop in to tease you, and to get coffee.

after you swiped the customer’s card and asked if he wanted a receipt - to which he declined - you yelled at your coworker for a large black coffee.

“okay.” he yelled back, sliding an iced latte across the counter while shouting a name.

this morning was busy, what else was to be expected? the mornings were always the busiest because that was when everyone was on their way to work. you hated the rushes because of how busy and loud the coffee shop got. the atmosphere of being a comfortable and relaxing place was often ruined. however, due to you having classes in the afternoons, you could only work morning shifts.

it usually took some time before the rushes end. from then on, only a few customers came in, some of which sat down at tables and sofas, pulling out books or laptops from their book bags.

you glanced at the time that showed on the bottom right corner of the register. you sighed. only a few more minutes before you could go home and relax a bit, just before your first class of the day.

you turned around to rest your back against the edge of the counter. your elbows came up so you could lean back. your neck and upper back felt a little stiff to say the least, and your legs were feeling sore. you’ve been working at this shop for many months now, and somehow you’ve hardly grown used to being on your feet for so long.

you looked over at your coworker, alex. he was using a wet washcloth and was wiping down spilled coffee and scattered coffee dust and other various ingredients. “you only have, what, like half an hour?” he teased.

your cheeks heated slightly. “almost there. you get to leave too, don’t you? because mina and irene take over.”

alex shook his head. “mina called in sick again. she asked if i could take her shift.”

you looked at him, feeling bad. alex was a hard worker and didn’t hesitate to help people. still, you wished he could take a break.

“i mean, more money for me right. i’ll finally be able to afford a nintendo switch.”

you smiled. you were about to ask him if he was going to buy it for animal crossing, having hardly any knowledge of what that game was but knew it was popular, when the cell phone rang. a twitch of anxiety coursed through your veins. you hated answering the phone, but alex was busy. he already did enough. you picked it up. “you’re calling kawaii coffee, this is y/n.”

“hey, i have a large order that has to be made immediately.”

“o-oh, ma’am, we’re actually not allowed to take orders over the phone.”

“yes, i understand that but this is really urgent. i am an assistant at bang and lee industries-”

you didn’t hear the rest of her words because your gears were turning. you were surprised because bang and lee industries were well known throughout the country. they were the most influential company, a very large and popular business to say the least. and yet they were calling your coffee shop. you would think in a building like there’s they would have their own coffee shop.

“i can’t really explain too much,” she continued, “but i need fifteen coffees to go. i’ll pay for it.”

you wanted to help her. you knew you would be breaking protocol but it sounded really urgent. she really needed these coffee. however, your coffee shop also didn’t deliver.

“ma’am, i’m willing to make an exception and complete your order, but we also don’t deliver.”

she sighed. she was obviously stressed, and you felt a bit of pity for her. she probably had a very difficult job. “look, i’ll pay extra. couldn’t you deliver it? we have a meeting in twenty minutes.”

your eyes moved to meet alex’s. you wondered if he could hear the assistant lady because he had stopped cleaning and was looking at you. he shrugged, which to you meant that he was down.

you started to shake your head. “okay, what would you like to order?”

she told you everything that she needed and said that she’d pay when you arrived at the building. you were nervous at the thought of going to the tallest and most well-known building in all of south korea. they probably had enough money to buy the entire country for themselves. perhaps that was an exaggeration, but the point was that they had a lot of money. and here they were, ordering coffee from the shop that you worked at. as you helped alex make fifteen coffees, each different from the other (some with preferences that made you and alex roll your eyes), you wondered why they chose your shop, of all other coffee places in seoul.

finally you and alex packed them into drink carriers and tried to stack them. you managed to fit them into three bags. you struggled to carry them but you managed.

“alright, i’ll see you in a bit, alex. sorry to leave you alone.”

he waved you off. “hurry up. money is waiting.”

you laughed as you left the shop. alex and money, a relationship you would fully support.

as you drove to the directions that the assistant lady gave to you, anxiety and nervousness ate at your stomach. you were shaking, and your body felt tense. you felt stupid for being so worked up. you most likely weren’t even going to see these people again, or at all. you were just going in to drop off urgent coffee, get the payment, and leave.

you pulled into the parking lot, finding a spot as close to the front doors as you could. then you grabbed the bags. your mind was racing with a million thoughts. you prayed that the amount of sweat you were feeling wasn’t as visible as it felt. you approached the front desk, telling the receptionist exactly what the assistant lady told you to say so that they wouldn’t think you were being a threat - her words.

just as the worker picked up the phone to call her, an elevator dinged nearby. “oh good, the coffee’s here.” the relief coated her voice.

you turned as you recognized the voice, catching a tall lady hurrying out of an elevator. with cherry red lipstick and heels higher than your current gpa, she strutted over to you. “oh my god! thank you so much. you’re a job saver.”

maybe she was supposed to get coffee earlier and had forgotten.

you and her worked out how to pay you. she was using the company’s money. then you handed her the bags. however, you gasped, eyes wide as you stared at the bags.

“what is it?” she asked, immediately setting the bags down on the counter and looking inside them.

your face turned red as you admitted your mistake. “i forgot a bag in my car.”

she looked back at the bags. “well, hurry along. i don’t want to be late.”

you turned on your heel, hurrying out of the building without running. but just as you left the building, you didn’t realize that there was a black car pulling up to the curb. your thoughts were occupied by the coffee and you forgetting it in the car. the vehicle screeched to a halt, and you jumped.

the car was only a foot away from you. and you didn’t notice. the driver got out of the car, and was spitting various words and phrases at you, probably things about being stupid for not paying attention to where you were going. you were still shocked at the fact that you were almost hit by a car, all for the sake of coffee.

then, another person was opening a door and he stepped out, seeming surprised. but his eyes were soft, concerned. “miss, are you okay?” this young man said.

you looked at him, finally closing your gaping mouth. the driver didn’t even care. you nodded, feeling like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. the young man had moved closer as if unconvinced. his eyes were kind, and you couldn’t help but stare in them. he couldn’t be any older than you were, but when you noticed that he was wearing a suit, your mind began to connect the dots.

another voice, much deeper than the others, boomed, “we’re going to be late now. look what you did!”

your face was red and you felt tears threatening to fall. they were blaming you. you knew you should’ve paid more attention. how stupid you had been.

“father!” the young man said, stepping closer to you. “stop it. can’t you see you’re only making things worse?”

then the assistant lady and her heels were walking across the sidewalk. “little lady, the coffees.” she reminded you, once again, not caring about you. then she looked at the older man as he slammed the car door. “mr. bang, sir, you’re actually right on schedule.”

your eyes widened again. mr. bang? the mr. bang? as in the one that is the richest man in the country, the one that co-owned bang and lee industries? now you really were in a huge mess.

“are we?” he said, checking the time on his watch. “well, we should hurry then. chan, step away from her. let’s go.”

you were embarrassed, but also slightly angry for how these powerful people were acting towards you, well, except for mr. bang’s son, chan.

you glanced at chan as he flashed you a sympathetic smile, just before he turned and followed his father into the building. you released a breath, weight lifting slightly.

“hey, lady, get out of the road.” the driver reminded you.

you gasped and hurried to your car, grabbing the final bag of coffees. as you walked back into the building, the assistant was talking to mr. bang. from what you could pick up, you could hear her mention times and unfamiliar names, probably meetings. she noticed you walk in, quickly finishing her thought. “finally! i already wired money to your little shop. now scurry.”

you sighed, feeling discouraged. you set down the bag next to the others, which still sat on the receptionist’s desk. the coffees were probably getting cooler by the second, another problem and embarrassment to add to your list.

a voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “hey, are you sure you’re okay?”

you met chan’s eyes, blush creeping up in your cheeks. “oh, yeah. thanks for asking.” your heart was racing again. this man, looking so handsome in his tuxedo, was so nice. the biggest quality you looked for in a man.

but, of course, his father squashed the moment, if there even was a moment to begin with. “son, stop talking to her. we have a meeting to get to. miri, the coffees.”

chan’s warm smile faded as he glanced at his father, his eyes losing their brightness with it. the assistant lady hurried and grabbed the bags. the two businessmen walked away, stepping into the elevator with the assistant following behind, smiling nervously. you watched them leave with a sad look in your eyes. this was not the experience you were expecting to have, and needless to say, it ruined your day.

----

a week has passed since your terrifying experience at bang and lee industries. you had tried your best to forget about, all of it, even if it meant forgetting about bang chan. he was often on your mind since then, and you hated it. it was mentally draining.

you didn’t want to call it a crush. that felt childish. crushes were for teenagers desperate for love and attention in high school. besides, only a few words were exchanged between you and him. chan was just being a gentleman, you weren’t special. but the way he had looked at you after you were almost hit by the car seemed to be permanently cemented in your brain.

you groaned. there you were, trying not to think about him which only led you to think about him more. it was distracting you.

“hey.”

you looked up. you had been resting your forehead on your arms, leaning over the countertop. mina was looking at you with concerned eyes. “what’s wrong?” she asked.

you shook your head. “i just can’t stop thinking.”

she nudged your shoulder with her own, her eyebrows wiggling up and down. “about mr. bang chan?”

you rolled your eyes and turned, distracting yourself by grabbing a washcloth to clean some of the coffee makers. however, mina easily caught sight of the pink blush in your cheeks. you couldn’t hide it no matter how hard you tried.

“look, you don’t have to be so hard on yourself. sure, the richest person alive turned out to be a dick, and your whole experience was a nightmare,” wow, thanks, “but there was some good. you met bang chan. many don’t even know about him. he practically lives in his father’s shadow. you’re a lucky girl.”

you fought a small smile.

“there you go.”

in that moment, the bell that signalled when the front door was opened rang. “oh, a customer.” but then mina gasped. she quickly jabbed your ribs, making you whine angrily at her.

annoyed at the action, you sent her a glare before turning to look at the customer. you were prepared for another sleep deprived student or a fancy lady or just an average citizen looking for coffee. you were not expecting to see bang chan himself, standing there in the most average coffee shop in seoul. not to mention that he wasn’t dressed in a suit, nor in expensive designer clothes. he obviously wasn’t trying to be noticed or flaunt his wealth.

“m-m-mr. bang.” you stuttered, voice rather high pitched.

“that couldn’t have gone any better.” mina mumbled next to you.

he smiled stepping closer. “i was hoping this was the right place.”

you smiled nervously. “what can i get for you?”

“actually, i am not here for coffee.” the young man grinned nervously. his hands slithered to his back pockets as he timidly took a few steps forward.

you were blushing, and you were self-conscious of it. you felt like your cheeks were so obvious, so red, so hot that the room would begin to feel like a sauna (as if it already didn’t feel that way as soon as mr. bang stepped foot into your coffee shop).

when mina realized that you weren’t going to say anything, she rolled her eyes. “well then what are you here for, mr. bang?”

“i came because of her,” he met your eyes, “you.”

finally you felt yourself slipping out of your daze, only to be even more confused than before. this man was here for you? you? why?

“me?” you felt yourself saying.

“i wanted to see if you were okay. i mean,” mr. bang started to stutter, his face rapidly reciprocating yours. you were positive your heart skipped not just one, but many beats at how cute he looked. “i just meant, you know, just you almost got hit by a car and seemed really scared. i also know my dad can be very stern, i guess is a way to put it.”

stern, you thought. more like emotionless, self-centered, and an asshole. but you would never dare to say that outloud.

“i also know it’s been a few days, a week, since it happened. i should’ve came sooner. i’m sorry.”

you frantically shook your head. you hurried around the counter to get closer to him. “no, no, mr. bang, don’t be sorry. it’s not your fault.” you paused, a smile creeping its way onto your lips, “unless you were secretly the one behind the wheel.”

he laughed, and your smile widened. you had made him laugh. this moment was definitely going to be on your mind for the next few days. perhaps you really were falling in love with this man.

“that’s a relief.” he finally said, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

you felt relieved as well, maybe even more confident.

“mr. bang, do you want some coffee?”

his eyes brightened. god he was adorable.

he grinned. “ah yeah, only if you will call me chan. mr. bang is my father, and way too formal for me.”

“of course, chan.”

mina was wiggling her eyebrows at you, chewing on her bottom lip. you gave her a look, shaking your head afterwards. chan had asked you to make his favorite drink. as you prepared it behind the counter, you felt yourself wanting to look at him.

chan wandered around the shop a bit, looking at the wall art, the pictures, the paintings and decorations. as he looked around, you saw that he had a faint smile. it was like his lips permanently smiled. however, you almost got distracted by him. you would have filled up his iced coffee too much.

“chan, your coffee is ready.” you announced, just like you would with any other customer.

he grinned and bowed slightly. “thank you.”

chan sipped the drink, pausing a second afterward. you were a little nervous, even though you knew nothing was wrong with it. but he seemed to like it. he hummed and he sipped more. “wow, that’s really good.”

you blushed. “thank you.”

“you know. i don’t know your name.”

your eyes widened. “i haven’t told you?”

he laughed. you heard mina snort next to you.

“oh, it’s y/n.”

“y/n.” chan repeated.

he sipped his drink again. you were staring, and you were begging your cells to let your brain know to look away. it seemed mina beat your cells because she was nudging your shoulder again. you finally were able to avert your eyes elsewhere.

“anyways,” chan said, breaking the silence. “i should probably get going. can i get another coffee?”

you nodded. “of course.”

chan offered to pay for both but you told him it was on the house. he was a special customer, after all.

you felt like you had hardly spent time with him. before you knew it, he was yelling goodbye and slipping out of the door with his two coffees. a part of you wondered who the second coffee was for. it had been a sugary drink, one that you didn’t take his father to like. perhaps he was meeting a friend. it was none of your business anyway.

----

you released a relieved breath when you noticed that a few employees showed up for their shifts, meaning that you could finally clock out and leave. as you removed your apron, seeing that your shift had been replaced, you looked over at alex. he seemed just as excited to get off of work.

“do you have classes today?” he asked, tossing his used apron into the dirty bin as if he were a professional basketball player. his apron barely touched the top of the bin before falling onto the floor.

you snorted before bursting into laughter. “you were so confident, so confident.”

“just let it go.” he whined, picking it up and properly disposing of it.

you followed en suit, grabbing your things afterwards. “to answer your question, no, i don’t have classes today.”

“do you want to hang out?” alex asked, spinning around you.

how did this man have so much energy? especially after a shift? or did he just seem really excited about something? wait, he probably drank multiple cups of coffee.

whatever the reason, you decided to agree. you had nothing else to do. “sure! why not?”

he grinned, “yeah, so anyway since the weather looks absolutely spectacular today, why don’t we go to the amusement park?”

your eyes widened slightly, your mouth forming an upside down ‘u’ shape. “is that open already?”

“it’s been open.” alex replied with a laugh.

you and alex left the coffee shop while yelling goodbye to your other coworkers. “alright, so-” alex began to speak when you suddenly collided into a solid surface...someone’s chest.

you gasped and stumbled backwards, just before hands grabbed your wrists. they steadied you before you could fall backwards. you blushed, cheeks red with embarrassment. you were about to apologize to the one who had saved you, but you recognized his face. your eyes widened.

alex glanced between you and the strange man, then at the girl next to him.

you stumbled over your words, trying to thank bang chan. he wasn’t letting go of your wrists, you noticed which was really strange. you were balanced, standing still and upright. despite bang chan’s gentle grip on your wrists, the contact between your and his skin burned.

finally, after staring into his soft, caring eyes, the unknown girl groaned and pulled his hands off of yours. before you could even process what had happened, she was snaking her arms around his arm; a possessive and jealous move, her eyes boring into yours.

your heart cracked, ever so slightly. alex finally cleared his throat. the atmosphere felt tense and heavy, and alex must have felt that because now he was laughing, trying to lighten the situation. “oh y/n, always looking down instead of up when you’re walking.”

no one laughed. you felt awkward and wanted to escape the situation.

“anyways, maybe we should get going, y/n.”

you let alex pull your body away from bang chan. you couldn’t stop looking at him, and the girl that was next to him. the way she acted around him set you off. it pained you. but, maybe she was his girlfriend.

of course that thought only hurt you more, but it was the only explanation. she must’ve been who the second coffee was for, not that it mattered. after all you and chan, well, you would hardly consider him a friend. you hardly knew him and have barely spoken to him. it shouldn’t matter to you, and yet your heart was sinking to your stomach.

“did you know him?” alex asked you.

you looked at him as you pocketed your wallet, grabbing your wristband. you were so lost in thought and moving almost robotically, you almost hadn’t realized you had arrived at the amusment park. you avoided your coworker’s, and friend’s, eyes. “barely.”

he hummed, pouting slightly at your vague yet sad answer. he quickly put on a smile, however, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “nevermind him, my friend, let’s spend our afternoon getting whiplash in our necks and stuffing our faces with funnel cake.”

at that, you laughed. “sounds like a plan.”

——

“who was that, channie?” the girl next to him asked.

chan turned, watching you as you left him on the sidewalk. he felt like his hands were still holding you, the warmth from your skin hardly fading. he frowned.

the girl whined, tugging on his arm. “baby.”

he turned to her. “please… don’t call me that.”

“why not? you’re my boyfriend. i’m supposed to call you that.”

chan closed his eyes, suppressing his anger and annoyance. he wanted nothing more than to get away from this woman. but it was his father’s wishes.

and chan didn’t want to disappoint his father.

——

soon it was getting dark outside. you and alex giggled as you and him shared cotton candy, exitting the amusement park. you laughed at something he said. alex had been complaining about a coworker that everyone seemed to like as a person but dislike as a coworker for the last five minutes.

“did he really?” you inquired, trying to rmember if you were there or not.

“yeah! he just left the coffee beans on the counter! naturally, you clean it up, right? but no, jeongin was like, ‘that’s not my problem’.”

you laughed again, thinking about the relatively new employee. he was funny, you’ll admit, but not the brightest.

“anyway, i should get going.” alex said, taking one last piece of the pink treat.

you held the stick on your hand, feeling sad that you were parting with your friend, your only source of distraction. “yeah, it’s getting late.”

“i’m so glad we did this though. see you later!”

soon you were left in the quiet, with the exception of faint screams of children and gears of rollercoasters and carnival music in the background. you had a lot of fun. time really did fly.

you felt tired and you wanted to get home. you got onto a bus, told them your stop and found a seat near the front.

before you knew it, you were grabbing the keys from your bag and unlocking your apartment. it was a small and cheap apartment, something that you could afford from working almost everyday at a coffee shop.

you sighed as you entered, dropping your bag on the floor while turning on some lights. you loved your apartment despite its quirks. sometimes the lights wouldn’t turn on, the air conditioning cut out every so often, but it was home.

besides, sometimes you just have to accept how things are and make do with what you’ve got.

——

it was another day at the shop. it was quiet, seeing as it was wednesday and hardly anything happens on wednesdays. but it was quiet because alex wasn’t working with you.

but mina was there with you, keeping you company. she liked making you laugh and smile. and she was doing a great job at distracting you, that is until you both heard the bell sound from the door.

you and mina instantly stopped laughing, trying to be the professional coffee shop employees that you were. but you realized who was walking into the coffee shop.

“chan?”

he smiled, seeming nervous again. “hey, y/n.”

mina seemed to pick up on the light tension between you and chan. she didn’t understand.

you attempted to smile but it hardly lasted half a second.

“have you gone on break yet?” he asked as he approached the counter.

you stared at him. even though you were feeling a mix of emotions, he still was there. his gaze was still so soft and so warm, enough to make you melt. your heart was beginning to race and your stomach felt nauseous. only chan can look nervous but still be cute.

“um, no. not yet.”

mina slid over from her spot by the coffee machines. “go ahead.” she smiled. “you can go first.”

you thanked mina before removing your apron. you asked mina to make you and chan coffees and then sat down with him in a booth. it was awkward to say the least.

“so, how are you?” chan asked, breaking the silence.

“i’m okay. you?”

“fine.”

“so,” you paused, scared to ask the question that’s been giving you a headache, “i mean, i don’t want to pry and i know it’s none of my business, but who was that girl that you were with?”

chan’s heart began to beat rapidly. he was hoping you wouldn’t ask. he didn’t like the situation at all. “ah, you must mean emily.”

“emily.” you repeated quietly. “she was beautiful.”

your heart sank to your stomach as you made that comment, because it was true. she had beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, unlike everyone else that you saw in south korea. you wondered if she was foreign. nevertheless, she was stunning, and it made you want to shy away, disappeared under a rock, at least disappear from chan.

why were you in love with someone who had a girlfriend? you didn’t know before, but now you did, and you felt sad. perhaps you never had a chance to begin with. but why was chan here, still visiting you? your heart felt crushed.

chan didn’t respond for a while. “anyways, i just wanted to see you.”

“see me? what for?”

chan shrugged. “i just wanted to. i needed to get away from everyone, everything. sometimes, you just want to disappear from it all, you know?”

you eyed him worriedly, pushing away all of your own feelings. “chan, are you really okay?”

he sighed. “it’s just...work. it’s really stressing me out.”

“then, why don’t we get out?”

chan’s eyes widened. “don’t you have to work?”

trying to replace all your sadness and insecurities, you grinned. “well, after work, we can get out.”

chan began to smile. you thought, you would always fall in love with him everytime he smiled and looked at you. you reassured yourself that you would be okay with just being friends with him, if that’s what you and chan were.

“i think that would be really good for me.”

so after work, you and chan left the coffee shop (chan did, indeed, wait for you even if it was a few hours). you and him were excited. you planned on taking him to your favorite restaurant ever. you and him pretended to be prestiged food critics, even though everything was absolutely delicious and mouthwatering. and then you and him went into the city and tried on a bunch of outfits from various stores.

this was the most fun you have ever had in a long, long time. and chan was so fun to be around. it would be hard to imagine him as a serious businessman investing and talking about the economy. you didn’t think it fit him, if you were going to be honest.

finally, you and chan ended up at an ice cream parlor, a little ways from your apartment. it was your favorite place.

you and chan ordered, offering each other’s choices. you tried his, humming in response and secretly wishing you got that flavor instead. when chan tried your cone, you moved ever so slightly. there was an itch on your inner arm, so you tried to scratch it. ice cream got onto his nose. you and him laughed, you barely even able to keep your cone from tipping over.

finally you hurried inside for a napkin. you came out, still giggling, and leaned forward to look closer at chan’s nose. you gently cleaned off the ice cream, but got worried that his nose was going to be sticky. maybe you should try to clean it. no, that would be gross…

you shrugged and threw away the napkin.

meanwhile, chan’s cheeks were burning like wildfire, his face becoming red and hot. you seemed unfazed by the whole event, and yet chan’s heart was beating against his rib cage.

when you met his eyes, your own face mimicked his. “sorry.”

he frantically shook his head, “no, no, it’s okay.”

then a slightly uncomfortable silence washed over your shoulders. you sighed, eating your ice cream. this popular form of comfort food wasn’t being particularly comforting.

“chan,” you said, “do you like being part of bang and lee industries?”

chan was shocked by your question. sure it was random, but it was like you could read his thoughts.

“eh, it’s okay. it has its perks. i do like being a leader sometimes, and helping people. but, nevermind.”

you scooted closer to him on the bench that you and him had been sitting on outside of the ice cream parlor. your shoulders began to touch his. you wanted to comfort him. “no, it’s okay. talk to me.”

“it’s my father. he’s so strict, and he always puts his business first. it’s always about the business. it drives his actions. he tells me that when i’m older, i’m going to have to take over the business, but then doesn’t let me try and figure things out on my own. he doesn’t let me have a say in things, and when i try, he just claims that i’m young and don’t know what i’m saying. how am i going to take over this business if he doesn’t let me learn and grow? besides, it’s not like i’m going to be by myself. i want to run it with minho, mr. lee’s son. it’s supposed to be a partnership in the first place.” chan sighed, calming himself down. “he’s so...greedy. and i’m worried he’s going to do something that splits his and mr. lee’s partnership. that would cause so many problems.”

you leaned closer to him, watching him intently. “i can’t say i can understand what you’re going through, chan, but i’m sorry that you feel those things.”

he nodded, staring at his ice cream.

“this is why you wanted to get out.”

chan inhaled a deep breath, putting a smile on his face. “let’s not talk about it anymore. i’m sorry for just ranting like that. i guess i just needed to get it out of my system. anyways, is there anything going on with you?”

you looked at him, unsure if you should allow him to change the subject, before taking a big lick from your cone. the ice cream melted in your mouth, numbing your taste buds. you found yourself scooting away from chan slightly, as if with you touching him, he’d be able to read your mind and hear your thoughts.

you set your cone in your lap, your fingers messing with the paper label with the parlor’s logo on it. “well, i think i’m falling in love with someone.” you finally admitted, more to yourself.

chan’s full attention was on you now. he took note of the light pink color of your cheeks. they looked so rosy and warm. he was tempted to touch them, wanting to brush back a piece of your hair that you had been annoyed with the entire day. and the small smile on your lips, you looked so beautiful.

but who were you talking about?

he laughed, nudging your shoulder. “ooh, tell me about this person.”

“well, i don’t know. recently it seems like my feelings for him get stronger and stronger, with every time i see him. he’s funny, he’s goofy, has a beautiful smile. i think he’s afraid to be who he really is, and i worry about him.”

chan began to wonder if it was him. but suddenly, he remembered one of your coworkers, the one you were with when he and emily ran into you. he didn’t know his name, but he saw how he acted around you; friendly, goody, very outgoing… his heart felt numb and heavy suddenly, but he maintained a smile.

“but, i don’t think he likes me back.”

chan thought about grabbing your hand. but he held himself back. “well, you’ll never know until you try.”

you pretended to acknowledge his advice because chan didn’t know that you were talking about him. you knew you didn’t have a chance. he had a girlfriend.

----

chan stepped into his luxurious apartment, a perk of being one of the richest people alive. he sometimes loved it, but then he would be reminded of his father and the industry. and oftentimes, despite it being so big, he felt constricted, claustrophobic, and very lonely.

he took off his shoes, leaving them by the door, and then walked in. he went into his kitchen, looking around for food. he found some leftovers and began to heat them up. as they warmed up, he turned on his tv, turning it up loudly as an attempt to drown out his thoughts and problems, but then his phone began to ring. chan was forced to turn the tv volume down.

chan’s heart began to beat. he thought it was you, seeing as you and him finally exchanged numbers before you went home. but his heart sank when he saw it was emily.

hesitantly, when it just got to the final ring, he answered.

“channie!” she annoyingly sang, her voice cracking slightly.

“hm?”

“i came by your apartment three times today and you weren’t there.”

chan felt a bit of heat emanate near his heart. it wasn’t the good type of heat, one that came from live. this was anger. he began to feel a bit annoyed at her. she was so clingy and annoying, and she never respected his wishes. she was often asking him to buy her things and take her places. he was attractive, and she loved that. and, most of all, he was wealthy.

“sorry.” he replied without any emotion. “i was out.” and there he was, thinking of you again. seeing as he was alone, he allowed himself to smile.

“out? out where?”

“emily, you don’t have to know my whereabouts 24/7. i’m allowed to have my own life, my own privacy, and you need to learn that you’re not going to be with me all the time.”

she groaned, then whined. “why are you so mean to me?”

chan sighed, his hand coming up to rub the space between his eyes.

“i’m not being mean to you. please, will you let me spend the rest of my night in peace?”

“jesus. fine. whatever.”

and chan hung up before she could say anything else. emily was emotionally draining.

suddenly, his microwave was beeping, alerting chan that his food was done. but, did he even feel hungry anymore?

----

a few weeks passed in a flash.

you went to work and to school, but many of your free days were spent with chan. he was always texting you and visiting you in the coffee shop. and you accepted that, you loved to see him and talk to him. he was fun to be around. you and him already had lots of inside jokes. despite your heart aching when you remembered emily, you still continued on, laughing with chan, falling in love with chan.

you could feel things happening between you and chan, but you often wondered if you were being delusional? you just wanted chan so badly, you were so in love with him, that you were tricking yourself. perhaps you were creating illusions for yourself, trying to make yourself feel better, to have hope. you didn’t really know how to cope.

little did you know, chan was in love with you. he wanted nothing more than to tell emily that they couldn’t be together, because it was all his father’s wishes, him and her father’s just so that they could merge businesses together. chan didn’t even think that this was a good idea in the first place, however, and his father knew that. he voiced it at the meeting. and yet he and everyone else thought that chan was too young and too inexperienced to have a say about it.

he didn’t like emily, and he felt a bit guilty because chan wasn’t a mean person. he tried to be friends with everyone. but emily was slowly testing his patience, pulling all his strings. she didn’t truly love him. it was all business related, and she just wanted someone with money and a secure future.

but you, you liked him for him. you didn’t care if he was wealthy or not. you understood him as much as you could, and you were there for him when he needed to vent about his problems. he didn’t have anyone like that in his life.

one evening, you were about to crawl into bed and sleep. your legs hurt from working and your head was pounding from homework. but your phone, as it rested on the bedside table, began to obnoxiously vibrate. it interrupted the peaceful silence in your apartment, well, the peaceful silence with a slight hum from the vents. but you had long grown used to that white noise.

you flipped it over and your phone screen brightly flashed into your eyes. you blinked away the spots. you read chan’s name and immediately you answered. he hardly called this late at night.

“chan?” you asked, your voice laced with concern.

“can i come over?” he asked.

his voice was quiet, sad, empty.

his voice alone caused your heart to ache. “y-yeah, of course. i’ll text you my address. i warn you though, it’s a little messy and old.”

“it’s okay. i’ll see you in a bit.”

you hung up, anticipation and anxiety coursing through your veins like racehorses on a racetrack.

you turned on your lights and sat on the couch in your living room, waiting patiently for a knock on your door. and it came minutes later.

you hurried to open it, finding chan. he met your eyes, flashing a sad smile, “sorry to call so late. i didn’t want to be alone.”

you pulled him into a hug, something you’ve never done before. chan was surprised by the sudden action, but thankful for your warmth. as he held you tightly, you pulled him into your humble apartment. you didn’t want to ask him what was wrong, or why he was upset. chan would talk to you if he wanted to.

finally you pulled away, flashing him a smile. “is it your father?”

he nodded. “i swear, i have a million ideas that would better bang and lee industries but he thinks i still have the mind of a five year old.”

you couldn’t help but snort, holding back a laugh. but when you heard chan laughing, you didn’t hold back.

“chan, i think you could really take this business places. i think you’d be good for it.”

he scoffed. “if only my father listened to me.”

“i think he’ll realize it one day. i think he’ll really see what you’re capable of.”

chan smiled at that, glancing into your eyes. you were blushing underneath his gaze, and wondered if you should look away. then, as if you really had gone to sleep and were dreaming, chan was leaning his face closer to yours, his gaze now on your lips. your stomach immediately became tangled and contorted with nervousness, but you allowed yourself to meet him halfway, where your lips touched his.

his lips were soft and warm, just like his eyes, something that you admired. just his whole presence was warm, comforting, full of happiness and love, despite all that he has to go through with bang and lee industries.

----

chan arrived back at his apartment with warm and red cheeks and a small smile on his face. he was feeling happier than he’s ever felt in a long time. but all of it instantly faded when he spotted emily. she was leaning back against the wall, right next to the door of his apartment. she had a glare on her face, an angry scowl counteracting her beautiful features.

he felt a little scared. he was worried as to what she seemed so angry about. “emily?” he asked as he approached his door.

she huffed at his, handing him her phone. on the screen of her iphone 11 plus was a picture of you and chan hugging, your face was pressed into his shoulder.

immediately, chan’s eyes widened, anger replaced his fear. “you...followed me?”

she scoffed, a laugh escaping past her lips. “no, i hired someone to follow you.”

“emily, what the hell? you can’t do that.”

“i can to!”

“no, you can’t.”

“i needed to see why you haven’t been with me lately. you’ve been blowing me off, being short with me, i had to find out the reason. you didn’t think i wouldn’t be suspicious?”

chan eyed her angrily. “that’s my business, my privacy.”

“chan, in a marriage, the man and wife share everything with each other.”

“emily, we’re not married. this thing between us isn't’ even a real relationship.”

she scoffed, her face becoming as red as her glossy lipstick. “w-w-well,” she stuttered, “we’re going to be married. it’s what our fathers’ want.”

chan ran his fingers through his hair. “well i don’t want it!”

emily’s mouth shut. she glared at him even more as if she were trying to melt him. “chan-”

“i never wanted this!” he sighed. “emily, i can’t be forced to be in a relationship with anyone. it’s supposed to be my own decision as to what i want. we’re being forced to be together, don’t you hate that?”

she seemed to think about it. “i don’t mind it too much, especially since i get to be forced to be with someone as hot as you, as rich as you.”

her words made chan’s blood boil. “you know what? i’m done.”

“what?”

“i’m done. this relationship is over, if it even was a relationship. all you wanted was for me to buy you things and to brag about having someone like me to be your boyfriend. that’s not love. and it wasn’t our choice. so, i’m ending this.”

her eyes narrowed, and chan could almost see a lightbulb appear above her head. she took a step towards him. “you love her.”

chan avoided her eyes, taking a risk of getting closer to emily in order to unlock his door and escape. she didn’t even step away and give him space.

“you love her.” she repeated. “you want to leave me for her.”

“so what, emily? it’s my decision to make.”

“wait until my father hears about this. that little deal your father wanted will crumble.”

“good.” chan said stubbornly, “it was a bad decision to begin with.”

emily scoffed, her phone in her hands, fingers stopping in the middle of typing. she was practically throwing daggers at chan’s face. chan took this chance to flee into his apartment, slamming and locking the door behind him. he released a heavy breath afterwards, back leaning against his door. “finally…”

he was a little fearful of how his father was going to react, chan had to admit. perhaps he should try to transfer money into his personal account, in case his father cuts him off. maybe he’ll prepare a new home, in case his father tells him he can’t live there anymore. in the case his father will disown him for whatever he thinks the reason was for the merge to fall through, chan felt like maybe he should expect the worse.

chan’s body felt heavy. as he walked further into his living space, it felt like rocks were tied to his ankles. he suddenly felt exhausted.

with that, chan forced himself towards his bedroom, collapsing onto his bed with a heavy sigh. instantly, it felt like he sunk into the mattress. he felt like he was disappearing, even if it just was for a second. and chan fell asleep without any more thoughts.

----

the next morning, chan’s phone was vibrating crazily. he groaned, yelling a string of unholy words before picking his phone up. the call went to voicemail as chan failed to pick it up in time. from there, he saw various calls and voicemails from his father.

chan had forgotten.

he scrolled down. father, father, father, father, father, y/n… y/n?

there was a text from you saying, ‘good morning!! have a good day’. but chan’s day had just begun, and he already felt like he was having the worst day of his entire life.

chan’s phone began to ring once more, causing his head to pound even more. he finally answered it.

“hello?”

“chan! i’ve been calling you!” his father angrily yelled.

chan rolled his eyes, as if he hadn’t noticed the dozens of missed calls and voicemails from his father.

“i’m sorry,” chan said, “i was asleep.”

“i need you to come to the office right now. do you hear me? we need to have a talk.”

“yes, father.”

and his father hung up. chan was angry again. he hated everything. he hated his father. he hated his life.

chan wanted to be normal. he didn’t want to be rich. he didn’t want to live in an apartment that might as well be a house. he didn’t want to have a chauffeur (not that he used him, chan drove himself as much as he could). chan didn’t want to have to worry about his father’s business and money and economic stuff. he wanted to be worrying about school or college, something that he would never have a chance to do now.

chan finally forced himself out of bed, taking his sweet time. he ate breakfast and took a shower. then he got dressed in business casual clothing. he didn’t want to put effort, or show how his father had an effect on him, but he at least needed to try.

finally chan got into his car and drove to the office building. on his way over there, he passed by the very coffee shop that he had grown so fond of. he was tempted to pop in to see if you were working this morning.

chan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. but he couldn’t fight the warm fuzzy feeling that began erupting in his chest and the butterflies in his stomach as he thought of you.

finally, he turned into the parking lot, finding a spot near the front entrance. he parked the car and stepped out. there was a light breeze outside, the temperature contrasting the warmth of the sun. the wind increased, blowing chan’s car door as he pushed it closed. his hair blew around as he hurried inside, wanting to escape the wind.

the young man greeted everyone as he entered the building. anxiety and fear began to grow like little trees, their roots and branches entwining with his nerves and veins. chan felt stuck, claustrophobic, something he's never really felt as strong until now. he hopped into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor where most of the higher up offices were, where his father was waiting for him.

for some time, the entire ascend more like, chan ran by every possibility of making it out of his father’s office alive. he knew his father was angry, but if only his father would listen to his reasoning, maybe he would understand.

chan wondered if he should mention you, but decided against it. his father probably could buy your coffee shop or something and make it go out of business, or complain and have you fired. then you’d never speak to him again. chan couldn’t risk losing the only light in his life.

suddenly, chan was standing in front of his father’s door. he was talking to someone.

“i’m so sorry, mr. smith.” his father’s accent was thick as he spoke the foreign last name. but that wasn’t what was shocking chan.

“yes, yes, i understand. please, just let me speak to my son. i assure you i will fix this.”

chan wished his father spoke to him with that much emotion.

after hearing enough, chan knocked, not caring about interrupting his father.

“that might be him.” he heard mr. bang whisper. “come in.”

chan entered, his eyes half-lidded, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“it’s him. mr. smith, i’ll call you back.”

mr. bang hung up, held the phone in his hands, and gave the device a squeeze. chan was sure he was going to snap his phone in half. “chan,” his father said, greeting him in a warning tone.

“father.” replied chan, with just as much repulsion.

“please sit.”

“no, i think i’m okay standing.”

mr. bang’s nose flared, grinding his teeth as his eyes bore into chan’s. chan remained unfazed, keeping his expression as neutral as possible.

“do you realize what you’ve done?”

chan pretended to ponder. “yeah, i have.”

“you broke things off with emily! do you realize that the merge with mr. smith is on thin ice because of you. we could be going overseas, expanding my business, getting more money.”

chan couldn’t help but scoff. “first of all, your business? it’s yours and mr. lee’s. it’s a co-ownership. you don’t own all of it.”

“mr. lee isn’t good for this company.”

“you’re not good for this company. you keep trying to expand and expand, but it’s all for the sake of money for yourself! not for the benefit of the company. if you just listen to me-”

“listen to you?! that’s like listening to a five year old.” mr. bang laughed, “you hardly know what you’re doing.”

nothing pushed chan’s buttons harder than hearing from his own father that he was too young, too inexperienced, didn’t know what he was doing. after following in his father’s shadow for years, and talking to both mr. lee and his son, minho, chan could say he knew quite a lot about running a business as big as bang and lee industries. if only his father would realize…

chan shook his head. he forced himself to take deep breaths, calming himself down. he shouldn’t even be letting his father influence him like this.

finally, chan fished out his phone from the pocket of his jeans. he opened up an app where he kept all his files and plans that he knew would benefit the business. one’s that his father rejected. however, he and minho had recently come up with one that was their best one yet. he quickly emailed it to his father. “i’m not going to get back with emily, and if you’re not okay with that, then i quit. but at least, father, look at this plan minho and i came up with. just as least, look at it.”

with that, chan left, almost slamming the door behind him.

as chan walked towards the elevators, he noticed that some of his father’s workers spared pitiful or confused glances with him, and then at one another. he had forgotten about them. they must’ve heard his father yelling, or chan yelling. it was all a blur. it all happened very fast.

chan was walking to his car when he heard his name get called. he spun around, looking to his left when he saw minho running towards him from a black car. he had a grin on his face, a contagious one, but not enough to lift chan’s spirits up. “i’ll meet you inside, dad!” he yelled at his father.

chan was a little envious of minho. he had a good relationship with his father.

“yah, what’s wrong?” he asked, noticing chan’s expression.

“just my father.” he sighed. “i broke up with emily.”

minho had known about the whole situation with emily and merging with her father’s company. but he was against it as well. “finally, that’ll show mr. bang, right?”

the older one only shrugged, “not so much. but i did show him our latest idea, hoping it’ll change his mind about everything.”

“that idea makes me feel so professional, so proud, so proud.”

chan finally smiled. “it is our best one yet. anyways, why are you here?”

“my dad just wanted to speak with your dad. i don’t know about what though.”

he nodded, staring at his friend. “well, i’m going to leave. i need to get out of here.”

minho nodded, placing a hand on chan’s shoulder. “don’t worry, chan. i’m sure everything’s going to work out.”

chan suddenly remembered you, because you had said almost those exact same words to him, just last night. he had hope afterwards that everything would take a turn for the better.

“thanks, minho.”

minho flashed him a cheeky smile before hurrying into the office building. as he walked through the lobby, he turned around and waved, then hopped into the elevator.

chan could only wish to have as much energy as minho.

----

you were in the back of the coffee shop. you were in the office where employees could have their breaks. you were enjoying the silence. you enjoyed the feeling of not having to worry about customers, much less talk to them. with only the light hum coming from the company’s computer, directly in front of you, you found yourself drifting off. sure, you only had ten minutes left of your break, but ten minutes could go a long way.

however, two seconds went by before someone was yelling your name and shaking you awake. it was alex. he was saying your name in a variety of voices and lengths, ultimately trying to annoy you.

“alex!” you yelled, squinting at him through tired eyes, “you supposed to be on the line. i still have ten minutes.”

“yeah, no, i know. it’s just some customer is asking for you.”

your eyes widened as you stared at your friend.

“i feel like i’ve seen him before.” he pondered out loud.

your heart skipped a beat. immediately your stomach was swarming with butterflies. you sat up from your chair, eager to see him, but also extremely nervous. you hadn’t seen chan since the previous night, when you and him shared a kiss. after he left, you were giddy and ecstatic, but you remembered that he was dating emily, and suddenly felt scared. he really did that? even when he was dating emily?

you met alex’s eyes again. “what?” he asked.

you pushed him suddenly. “wait, you’re supposed to be up front, where the customers are.”

“alright, i’m going, i’m going. but what should i tell him?”

you whined. you weren’t sure. you wanted to see him, you really did. but you also felt too scared to see him.

“y/n, your break is ticking away. you won’t be able to talk to him because as soon as it’s 11:00, i’m going on break.”

with a dramatic sigh, calming your nerves down, you followed alex out of the office and towards the line. you couldn’t stop fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. your brain tried to form conversation starters and topics, as if you were going on a first date.

before chan noticed you coming, he had a slight frown and he was distracting himself by looking at your menu, as if he hadn’t been there many times (in the past two weeks) already. but then he spotted you rounding the corner, his eyes lightened up, even if it was just slightly, and he smiled. but he still seemed bothered. was it because of the kiss? was he regretting it?

you stood in front of chan, dragging him off to the side where a booth was, the booth that came to be dubbed “our booth”. “chan, look, i’m sorry about what happened last night. i forgot you were dating emily. i really overstepped and-”

suddenly chan was laughing, grabbing both of your hands and caressing them. “no, no y/n it’s totally okay. i actually broke up with her.”

your eyes widened as relief washed over your shoulders. “you did?”

he nodded, eyes trained on your hands. “well, after you and i kissed, which is kind of a dick move on my part, but really it gave me the courage i needed to actually break things off. it was a fake relationship anyway. it probably didn’t even mean anything to her.”

you nodded your head, understanding. but, “then why are you sad?”

he finally met your eyes. “well, the thing is, emily and i were dating for the sake of merging the company with another one overseas. it was going to be a business marriage kinda deal. i thought it was a bad idea the entire time, not a good decision. but, because i broke up with emily, she told her dad, and now her dad is mad at my dad, and now my dad is mad at me.”

chan’s mind was elsewhere you could tell, probably thinking about his father. you wanted to help him, making him feel better, but there was only so much you could do. you adjusted your hands so that you were holding chan’s, instead of him holding yours. “i’m sorry, chan.” your voice was quiet, soothing.

he shrugged. “i mean, it gave me a chance to present an idea that i think would be beneficial. i just hope my father will actually look at it.”

you pursed your lips. “i think it’s best to give him time. and maybe you should take a break too, let things settle for a day or two.”

chan nodded, agreeing with you. “i honestly could use a break.”

you smiled, then glancing at the clock on the wall by the door. you winced when you saw that it was almost 11. you didn’t want to leave chan alone, but you also needed to get back to work. “hey, why don’t i make you a coffee?” you offered, smiling, “and then after my shift we can hang out. a karaoke place actually opened up nearby. i’ve been wanting to try it out, but it’s kinda weird going alone, you know.”

chan’s eyes brightened. “i can wait. and i’d love a coffee.”

you nodded and stood up, removing your hands from chan. but before you left to go make his favorite coffee, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. with a heavy blush on your cheeks, you hurried away. chan’s cheeks were pink too, and he couldn’t stop smiling suddenly.

----

“just stay in my lane! nananananana.” you finished, panting slightly.

chan clapped loudly, screaming as if he had just witnessed a concert. and you went along with the act, bowing dramatically and pretending to wipe tears from your eyes, “thank you, thank you. you’re too kind.”

chan laughed as you sat down next to him, leaning back on the bench.

“i don’t think i can sing anymore. my throat is dry! i’m also thirsty.”

“what time is it?” chan asked while mindlessly scrolling through songs.

you were about to reply but you didn’t have the slightest idea. “almost three. damn, i’m hungry too.” you replied, after checking your phone.

chan sighed, “well, let’s eat then.”

you and chan went to a nearby restaurant, one that you and him had never been to before.

while you and chan were stuffing your faces with food, chan lifted his head up, his eyebrows furrowed. “you know,” he began, pulling your attention away from the dishes, “i don’t think i’ve ever had this much fun in my entire life.”

your eyes widened. “really?”

“yeah,” he said, as if it were obvious, “i’m the son of mr. bang for crying out loud.”

you and chan laughed. then chan swallowed the rest of his bite, becoming serious. he had a dreamy look on his face. and there was that smile that made you fall in love with him. “i’ve never felt so free. i didn’t even think about my father, or the business, or if i had to sign any papers when i got home, or if i gave someone some files…” his voice drifted off. “i don’t think i want to go back to work.”

you sat up straighter in the booth, anxiously rubbing your hands together between your thighs. “well, chan, whatever decision you come to, no matter what,” your cheeks felt extremely warm, “i’ll be by your side every step of the way.”

the young man in front of you began to grin mischievously. “is this...is this your way of confessing your feelings for me?” he teased.

you rolled your eyes, although your cheeks and smile told a different story. “shut up! as if that kiss we had last night didn’t mean anything.”

chan’s cheeks were just as rosy as yours and both you and him relived the intimate moment that was shared. you and chan had almost forgotten about it, especially with everything that was going in your and chan’s lives. for chan, it feels like so much has happened, like it’s been forever since the kiss.

then, chan was recalling everything he’s done with you. you were fun to be around. you were the person that made him forget all his struggles and problems in his life. you lightened up his mood, brought relief and joy into his day, and made him smile so much that his cheeks grew sore. he’s never met anyone in his life that had that kind of positive influence on him (well, his mother was kind to him, but she shared more of his father’s opinions more than anything… he still loved her though).

maybe… maybe a thought crossed chan’s mind, one that was related to his life, and you being in it for the rest of it. chan couldn’t imagine a day in his life where he won’t see you. it was like it was a part of his routine.

“chan.” your voice echoed in his head. “chan.” you repeated.

chan looked up at you. you had stuffed your face with more food, but your eyes showed that you were worried about him. “are you okay?”

he nodded, blushing again. he felt like your name and his feelings for you were written all across his forehead and on his cheeks. “y-yeah, i just got lost in thought.”

“anyway, i was just saying that-” you paused. “you know what? nevermind.”

chan burst out laughing. “no, you can’t just do that.”

“i just did!”

“no, no, tell me.” he whined.

“no!” you said laughing. “are you done? i need to go for a walk after eating all that food.”

chan rolled his eyes, curiosity at an all time high. he threw some money on the table, scolding you when you tried to pay for your half. you felt bad for eating so much but it was no big deal for chan.

after eating, you and chan went for a walk around the city. it was getting late and the sky was beginning to darken, but not before the colors of the sunset danced across the sky. you couldn’t remember a time when you walked around this late in the day, and honestly, you felt like you were missing out. it didn’t matter to the citizens of seoul that it was getting darker. the city was still bustling with people, many going to restaurants for dinner, many still shopping, a lot of couples were out at this time as well, and honestly, you felt like your hopes were rising. maybe there was a chance that you and chan could be together.

you spared a glance at the said man. his head was tilted up slightly, his mouth hanging open slightly as he admired the city. maybe he’d never been out at this time either.

you felt a little awkward with the silence, despite it being relatively comfortable. as you and chan walked, you passed by a restaurant that already had a line out the door. you laughed, “at least we beat the evening dinner rush.”

chan looked at you and then at the restaurant. “thank god. i could never wait for food.”

you laughed, a content and satisfied look falling onto your face afterwards. you felt at peace, happy, fulfilled, for some reason. maybe it was because of chan.

“so, what were you going to tell me back there?”

chan had nudged your shoulder. you looked at him, blushing once more. “it’s nothing. it was cheesy.”

the man next to you shrugged. “so? i want to know.”

you met his eyes. his eyes were just so warm, loving, and inviting. you were crumbling beneath his gaze. “i don’t know.” you started. “i was just thinking that maybe fate brought us together, or something stupid like that.”

chan laughed a little. you felt self-conscious suddenly but he urged you to continue, “well, i think we fit really well together, like maybe fate was trying to bring us together. i mean, we wouldn’t have met if it weren’t for your dad’s assistant forgetting to get coffee for that one meeting. there were plenty of other places in the city, and yet my coffee shop was chosen. and then me almost getting hit by the car… it’s almost...obvious. i still don’t know why she chose us. if she hadn’t done that, we probably wouldn’t have seen or met each other.” a heavy blanket fell onto your shoulders at that thought. you didn’t want to imagine the last month without chan.

chan was surprised by your words. you were right, he could say. if it weren’t for his father’s assistant making a mistake, you and him wouldn’t have met. “i guess you could say she’s a matchmaker.”

you gently pushed chan’s shoulder. his laugh eased your tension, lifting that heavy blanket off your shoulders. “that’s a funny way to look at it.”

chan’s heart was fluttering as your words repeated in his mind.

minutes passed in silence as you and him walked, window shopping and looking around the city. “that’s kinda cute.” you mumbled as you passed a mannequin with an outfit on display.

“you want me to buy that for you?”

your eyes widened. “no, no, it’s okay. i just thought it looked cute.”

chan grinned, “i’m just teasing.”

then, in a heartbeat, chan was holding your hand, his fingers threading between each other yours. you gasped at the sudden feeling of warmness. chan’s cheeks were bright, but he had a smug smile on his face.

you grinned, blushing alongside him. “very smooth.” you commented.

“thanks.” a minute of silence and arm swinging passed before he spoke again, “hey, are you getting tired?”

you looked at him before shrugging. “i mean, if you want to do something else, i’m down.”

“let’s go home, but i mean, to my place this time.”

“your place?” your eyes lit up. “is it, like, super expensive? and big? does it have trims and doorknobs made of gold? do you have a waterfall that changes colors? or a fish pond in the center of your living room?”

chan gave you a look of disgust, making you laugh. “that’s ridiculous. you know what? nevermind.”

he was messing with you, payback for the little stunt you pulled during dinner. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’d love to see it.”

----

chan opened his front door for you. your eyes widened at how large his living space was. it was expensive-looking, just as you were expecting given chan’s life and family. it was large and extremely spacious. you were gawking at something with every turn that you made.

“don’t you get lonely living here?”

chan walked in behind you, taking his shoes off. “yeah. but, it’s what i have, so i have to make do.”

you laughed. “that’s what i say in my own apartment.”

chan remembered how small yours was compared to him. despite that, however, you seemed to enjoy where you lived.

“anyways, come in.”

he led you around. chan laughed at your expressions, especially when you gawked at his shower and how many different ways you could shower. there was a heavy setting, a light rain setting, water can from the walls or the ceiling, music can even be played. you were very fascinated by it.

“so, do you, perhaps,” chan began.

you could tell he was nervous.

chan was leaning against a countertop in his kitchen. his hands were busy with his bracelet. you walked closer to him, “yes?”

“do you perhaps,” he said again, finding the courage to wrap his arms around you, “want to stay here...for...the night…?”

you grinned, blushing madly. “i would like to, yes.”

chan grinned, “great. i’ll fetch you clothes.”

“do i get to wear one of your shirts and look incredibly small in it, like all other couples on social media?”

chan shook his head and grabbed a shirt and sweatpants for you to wear. he was hesitant to leave his closet though because a thought crossed his mind. you and him weren’t officially dating, although he was sure you and him had feelings for each other. but if he could count last night when you and him kissed as the day you and him started dating, it wouldn’t even be twenty-four hours. so, was it weird that he was already sharing his wardrobe with you? and letting you sleep over?

his thoughts were running wild. you and chan had been close for many weeks though, so it shouldn’t be weird.

“chan?” you called, wandering into his bedroom.

you were eyeing the size of his bed when chan approached you. he chuckled at that before handing you the clothes. you were blushing, feeling shy suddenly. “thank you.” you mumbled.

after you changed, chan couldn’t stop looking at you everytime you walked around. the outfit was too big for you entirely. the tshirt was an old one he hadn’t worn in a while but it was still slightly baggy. the bottom of the sweatpants had to be rolled up so that you didn’t trip everytime you took a step.

as the night continued, snacks were eaten and movies and dramas were watched. it was getting late, but neither you and chan wanted to admit that you were getting tired.

chan turned to you as the credits for a movie rolled onto the screen. “are you crying?”

you sniffed and wiped a tear away. there was a pout on your face. “he loved her! of course i’m going to cry.”

“yah. don’t cry.” chan leaned over and wrapped you up in his arms, rocking you slightly.

you couldn’t but laugh. chan, before he pulled away, looked at you. “y/n, would you say that we’re a couple at this point?”

you blushed. your expression told chan you were thinking. you held out your hand, turning to him. his hands moved to rest on your lap. “well, we’ve kissed,” you put down a finger. “that’s probably the first thing. we’ve been on dates and know almost everything about each other.” you put down a second finger. “thirdly, we’re spending the night together.” you paused. “i think it’s safe to say we both know about each other’s feelings.” you put another finger down, leaving just your thumb.

chan looked at you with such adoration in his eyes, all while you were talking and describing your and chan’s relationship. when you met his eyes, you blushed. “what?”

“you’re just really cute.”

you giggled and forced your face closer. “am i?”

he blushed, and then without any hesitation, pressed his lips against yours. to say the least, you were not expecting him to make that kind of move. a small squeal sounded from your throat before you closed your eyes and leaned in to the kiss.

when chan pulled away, he laughed and pulled you into bone crushing hug. “so, we’re dating now.”

you laughed, “did i not just explain that to you?”

“i wasn’t listening. i was looking at you.”

you pulled away, “of course you were.”

“well, should we go to bed? i can sleep on the couch, you can have my bed.” chan, such a gentleman.

you shook your head. “no, i want you to lay with me. with a bed of that size, i’d be cold and lonely.”

chan nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you over to his bedroom. you turned off the tv before he could pull you away, and then turned off the lights as you followed him.

you and chan got situated in the bed. it was awkward, and there was a foot of space between your and chan’s body. he cleared his throat, turning off the light that rested on the bedside table. “good night.” he sang quietly.

you suppressed a smile, “good night.”

----

the next morning, you were awakened by a phone ringing. still groggy and 75% asleep, you reached for your phone, finding that it wasn’t yours. however, you realized that your waist felt heavy, and you couldn’t move much. chan was sleeping, and somehow during the night he had turned over and swung his arm over your torso. you blushed, all of your sleep diminishing. he felt so warm, it was almost addictive.

however, the ringing from chan’s phone was annoying and you were shocked that he wasn’t awake yet. or, he was purposely trying to ignore it.

you poked his cheek. “chan? chan?”

he shook his head, cuddling closer to your body. with a sigh you flicked his forehead. “answer your phone. it could be important.”

“but you’re so warm.”

you blushed, before smiling shyly. you gently pushed him away, “hurry before it goes to voicemail.”

with a dramatic groan, chan unlatched himself from you, flashing you a tired glare. then he reached over and answered his phone. he didn’t even look at who was calling him, whoever it was that made him wake up.

you sat up and watched him patiently, pulling the covers up to your shoulders as the cold air brushed along your exposed arms, giving your goosebumps.

“you want me to come in?” he asked, seeming surprised.

he met your eyes before hanging up. “i guess i have to go to work.”

“that’s good news! maybe your father had finally come to his senses.”

chan nodded, but still seemed bothered. “maybe. he did seem really calm.”

you smiled, reaching over to hold his wrist. “i think this is a good thing. besides, you won’t know until you go. and if it turns out not to be good, i’ll be here waiting and we’ll go get ice cream or coffee after.”

he smiled at that thought. “alright, i’ll go, but only for you.”

chan slid out of the bed and hurried into the shower. you made breakfast while he was showering, and when he came out, you told him to eat before he leaves. he was surprised, but thankful. and then after you gave him a good luck kiss on his cheek, he set out for his car and drove to the building.

the young man’s anxiety grew stronger, building up with each step towards his father’s office. when he arrived at his father’s office, he knocked.

“come in.”

chan took a deep breath before walking inside. his father seemed stressed, but it was the kind of stress that made him look calm and tired. chan felt a little guilty, given everything that had happened. sure, his father pined for success and money but at the end of the day, he was doing what he thought was best, and he was still his father.

“please, sit.” mr. bang said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.

chan sighed as he sat down. “morning, father.”

“good morning, son. how are you today?”

chan was a little surprised. normally his father got straight to business. what was making him act this way?

“um, i’m good. how are you?”

his father chuckled a bit, “good i guess.”

chan’s heart lightened as he laughed with his father.

“anyways, i called you here today because i want to apologize.”

the young businessman’s eyes widened in shock, meeting his father’s gaze. he could see the guilt in his father’s eyes. “what do you mean?”

“sorry it’s such a shock, but after our argument, i did some digging on emily’s family. turned out that they’re gold-diggers, to say the least.”

chan shook his head, laughing. “i could’ve told you that. all emily asked for from me was to buy her things.”

“and i sorry i forced you to be with her.”

chan wanted to comment, but at least i’ve found someone much better…

“also, i looked over your and minho’s plan, the one that you left for me. and i got to say, i’m proud of you.”

chan felt his gut contorting on itself. he was nervous, but also relieved and happy. “you are?”

his father nodded, “it’s brilliant. i’m sorry i didn’t listen to you earlier. you’re already surpassing me.”

“now i wouldn’t say that.”

they both laughed, all the heavyweight chan felt in his heart and on his shoulders had disappeared. he felt incredibly relaxed.

he and his father talked most of the morning, mainly about he and minho’s plan for the company more than anything else. but it was a good conversation.

chan was excited to get home to you. he wanted to tell you everything. he couldn’t help the smile on his face as he approached the front door of his apartment, with the thought that you were inside.

as soon as chan walked into his apartment, he was yelling your name. you weren’t expecting him so you ran from the living room and to the door. “jesus christ chan! i was half expecting you to be covered in blood for something.”

your new boyfriend ignored you, instead running towards you and wrapping his arms around you. you felt your stomach fall as you were lifted off of your feet. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep from falling. “i’m guessing you have good news.”

chan set you down. “i guess you can say my father and i made up, or whatever, but that’s not the good part. the good part is that,” chan reached for your hands, “he liked my plan, me and minho’s plan for the industry.”

“chan! that’s amazing.” you jumped and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “that’s great! what did i tell you?”

chan laughed. you seemed more excited than he was.

“we should celebrate.” you suggested.

“what should we do?” he asked, smiling happily.

----

you ended up planning a last minute event, inviting both your and chan’s friends to a nearby restaurant/bar that was near bang and lee industries. you also invited his father and some of his employees (not to be rude but only the ones that were relatively involved and important, at least according to chan when he helped you invite people). his father made a toast to chan and minho for their excellent planning.

“i look forward to see bang and lee industries grow under the leadership of our sons bang chan and lee minho.” mr. bang said while gesturing to mr. lee.

everyone clapped at the ending of his toast.

then everyone went about socializing and drinking. however, you were a little suspicious when chan came over to you with a shy smile. “what are you thinking?” you asked, sipping your drink.

“do you think it’s too early to meet my dad?”

your felt your face pale. instinctively you felt yourself looking for said person. you couldn’t find him anywhere, that is until you heard a familiar voice behind you and chan.

“too late.” chan mumbled as you and him turned around. you guessed that from your facial expression and hesitation, chan didn’t think you were ready to.

your words got stuck in your throat as you looked at his father. he was a little shorter than chan, but even more intimidating than him. you cleared your throat and bowed.

chan laughed nervously. “father, this is y/n, she’s,” he paused, meeting your eyes, “my girlfriend.” his lips formed a smile as he said the word girlfriend.

you blushed at the words. “i don’t think i’ll ever get used to you saying that.” you mumbled quietly, heart fluttering.

his father grinned. “y/n, it’s very nice to meet you. chan mentioned you this morning.”

“h-he did?”

chan was the one blushing now. he sent his father a look.

“you’ve definitely made him happier. i didn’t realize it before but emily was definitely not the right choice, so to speak. also, i’m sorry for how i reacted to when driver kim almost ran you over,” he chuckled quietly, seeming apologetic.

he and chan laughed. you had forgotten about emily, but was glad that she wasn’t in chan’s life anymore. you had also forgotten that this whole thing with you and chan had started because of that incident.

he and his father began to talk, but you found yourself staring at chan. you and him had come so far. many changes happened along the way, and there had been many good outcomes. you wondered how different things would be if you and chan hadn’t met.

would he and his father’s relationship still be rocky? would chan still be with emily? would chan have the courage to stand up to his father? you wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t met chan.

“y/n?” chan’s voice brought you out of your daze.

“sorry.”

“anyway, it was nice meeting you miss y/n.”

mr. bang went around you and chan to converse with mr. lee and minho. they were laughing at something.

“well, that went better than i expected.” chan said.

“yeah, except i totally spaced out and didn’t hear a word you guys were saying.”

and there’s that look again. chan wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you to a booth.  the booth was located a ways from where everyone else was, giving you a sense of privacy with your boyfriend. he pushed you into it first, sliding in next to you. “and what, miss y/n, were you thinking about?”

you closed your eyes. “chan.”

“y/n.”

“i was just thinking about us.” you said with a shrug. “look how far we’ve come. i mean, everything is falling into place, like one giant puzzle. it’s like i was saying yesterday, it’s like this is all fate’s doing. everything is working out.”

“what about us?” he asked, recalling the conversation similar to this one just yesterday.

“well, i was thinking how different things would be.”

chan pulled you closer to him, grabbing your hand. “let’s not think about that. we’re here now, together,” he flashed you a fond, sweet smile.

you smiled, blushing. “we are.”

“do you think it’s too early to say those three magical words?”

you rolled your eyes, “oh my god, chan. stop asking questions.” however, your stomach had a million butterflies, all flying around and making you giddy with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

“what?” he said defensively, “i want to know what’s going on inside that head of yours. we’re dating now, we trust each other. i don’t want any secrets between us. i also don’t want you to ever be uncomfortable around me. i don’t ever want to make you cry,” he paused, “well, unless they’re tears of happiness, like say when i propose.”

“bang chan! we’ve only been dating for two days! what about to being in the present?”

“i can still think about the future, y/n. our future is bright. besides, we kissed before we even made things official. usually those things don’t happen until a few weeks or a month into a new relationship.”

“well, i say this is a conversation for another day, one much further down the line. let’s live in the now.”

“fine.” chan said, jutting his chin out.

you stared at him in disbelief. “are you ignoring me?”

chan shrugged, sipping his drink. he pretended to be uninterested, his eyes mindlessly looking around the restaurant. he’d occasionally (with exaggerated enthusiasm) wave at someone.

you scoffed. “you’re such a child.”

he shrugged again, frowning as he did so.

“will you talk to me if i say the three magical words?” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

your boyfriend didn’t respond. you felt nervous saying it, but when you finally did, you felt like there was truth to your words. “chan, i love you.”

he turned, cheeks flushing a red the color of roses. he was flustered.

with a smile, you wrapped your arms around his torso, “you’re a big baby.”

he laughed, cheeks still bright red. “i love you too.” he said so quietly, you almost didn’t hear it.

and you really did love this man… and he loved you.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Come Come Kitty Kitty (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader)

Summary: It might be a little bit embarrassing, but your pet name for Shinsou is ‘Kitty’ because to you, he’s the cutest thing EVER.

DAMN! I WAS LATE!! But Happy Birthday to our favorite purple son!! Shinsou is so freaking cool and adorable and he deserves the freakin’ world man!! He needs to be in Class 1-A NOW!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINSOU!!

Sorry for any OOC-ness!!

Featuring: Our Favorite Purple Boy!! 

Shinsou wasn’t the type people would assume would be spoken for, but to everyone and his own shock, he had managed to get a girlfriend. It wasn’t a big shock to some people though, particularly your best friends Izuku, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Mina. They’ve known about your crush on him for months now, because you were surprisingly pretty open about it.

It took Uraraka and Mina’s encouragement to get you to muster up some balls to tell him your feelings, and you did! After all, he sang My Chemical Romance to you in such an intimate and sweet way that day that it was impossible for you to not confess your feelings to him. From then on, you became his dork and he was your dork too, maybe that’s why you both worked out so well: You were both dorks in your own way.  

But Shinsou was so much more than just your ‘dork’.

Come come Kitty Kitty

You're so pretty pretty

Don't go Kitty Kitty

Stay with me

Come come Kitty Kitty

You're so silly silly

Don't go Kitty Kitty

Play with me

Every text, every call he gave you and your phone would ring ‘Hello Kitty’ by Avril Lavigne. That was your given song to your boyfriend, because he was your kitty, and you had called him that to annoy him on purpose at times because he was cute whenever he got flustered for a change.

At first Shinsou was flattered because he personally loved that song, but it was different when that song would play out loud where yours and his classmates would hear it and know that it was him texting you.

“You should be flattered dude. You got a girl who loves you so much~.” Kaminari took great joy in teasing Shinsou about this, as it annoyed the hell out of the brainwasher.

“I know she does.” He muttered in response, he WAS flattered, but it was just kind of embarrassing. He was trying to present himself as a serious and focused hero-in-training and having ‘Hello Kitty’ as his leitmotif by his girlfriend wasn’t exactly the best way to make himself seem tough or formidable.

Shinsou should have known better though, that’s just how you were.

You were his dork.

He was your kitty.

~HELLO KITTY HELLO KITTY~

He sighed heavily walking into the dorms, thinking about how sore he would be tomorrow morning. Aizawa was a brilliant mentor, but it felt like his lessons were getting harder and harder, which kind of added to the stress he was constantly under, and you knew it.

You often made him feel better in your own weird ways, whether it was taking him to go pet cats at a café, baking him something loaded with either sugar or chocolate, massaging his shoulders, showing him old cartoons you used to watch or getting him to sing punk and classic rock with you.

But you weren’t here, and he had guessed that you probably went out with Uraraka or Tsuyu. Everyone seemed to be out as a matter of fact, not that he minded, Shinsou had learned how to value his solitude from an early age and became an introvert ever since.

Yet, he missed you. You were the only one who really got him, and he was feeling a lot of stress today for some reason. However, he wasn’t going to be needy and would just wait until you got back so he could maybe suggest an old horror movie or something.

It wasn’t long ago when you and him had confessed to ‘like-liking’ each other, and just thinking about it made him smile and blush a little bit. You were singing your favorite songs, and some of his too. Especially My Chemical Romance, while you were singing Avril Lavigne, another one of his favorite singers.

Even if she did sing that song that seemed to be embarrassing him a little bit. But it was one catchy song…

Shinsou especially liked the idea of the song being about cute cats, but he couldn’t help but blush every time you sang ‘come, come kitty kitty’ to him because you were referring to him as ‘kitty’. In a way that became your other song for him, and he had to admit, deep down, he liked it. And it had been stuck in his head for quite some time…

Perhaps it was time to break out the hairbrush again…

Nobody else but him was here, and he felt like singing something might get some of the stress off his mind. So he did take your hairbrush (before leaving a ‘will return’ note on the space) and went to the same TV to hook his phone up to it.

He made extra sure that nobody was around once he saw his playlist, and started the song. His song. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiaYDPRedWQ

“Mina sako arigato, k-k-kawaii.

K-k-kawaii.”

With the music video playing, he held the hairbrush as his makeshift microphone and started to sing in a rare, upbeat voice in tune with the fast rhythm. Mimicking the moves as he stared intently at Avril and imagining that you were here with him so he could sing this song for you. 

And he made sure to follow her moves, which were so energetic, a contrast to his low-key self as he followed her moves, becoming more authentic and animated as he started to dance a little bit as much as his body would let him.

“Mom's not home tonight

So we can roll around, have a pillow fight

Like a major rager OMFG!

Let's all slumber party

Like a fat kid on a pack of Smarties

Someone chuck a cupcake at me~”

Shinsou wasn’t shameless, at all, even when he let music take him away for a bit. He knew he’d probably never get this crazy and stupid around you, since after all, he just started dating you and that made things even more awkward somewhat. He was still an introvert, and that’s why you loved him, but he opened up to you a bit.

It’s just that, he couldn’t get as silly as you, or at least, he couldn’t do it without feeling so embarrassed and fearing that he would make himself look so stupid that it would turn you off…

You had no fear though, you weren’t afraid to be your most silly and authentic self around him, and he secretly admired you for that…

“It's time for spin the bottle

Not gonna talk about it tomorrow

Keep it just between you and me~.

Let's play truth or dare now

We can roll around in our underwear how

Every silly kitty should be~.”

Even when he was singing, he could feel his face growing hot because he couldn’t even believe the words he was saying and how he was moving. And the thought of you seeing and hearing him like this. He couldn’t imagine the look on your face…

Of course he knew you’d probably just squeal and say he was the most adorable thing ever, but it still made him blush heavily just thinking about it.

“Come come Kitty Kitty

You're so pretty pretty

Don't go Kitty Kitty

Stay with me

Come come Kitty Kitty

You're so silly silly

Don't go Kitty Kitty

Play with me~.”

You thought you heard music in the second floor, and it was your favorite song at the moment, “Come come kitty kitty you’re so silly silly, don’t go kitty kitty play with… me…” So you sung the lyrics, at least until you got closer and saw your dear Shinsou at the same place you were those months ago, singing his sweet heart out.

Quickly you hid behind the corner, thankful that your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice and seemed really into the song and music video he was watching and mimicking.

“K-K-K-Kawaii~

Hello Kitty, hello Kitty

Hello Kitty, you're so pretty

Hello Kitty, hello Kitty

Hello Kitty, you're so silly”

Shinsou was completely oblivious to the fact that someone, or rather YOU, were watching him sing and dance like a dork. The music was too loud for him to really notice anyone else that might have been in the same room, or maybe he was singing too loud.

Either way… he had no idea that you were there. And he proceeded to sing the ridiculously catchy chorus with more vigor, using his feet and following the thankfully easy dance moves on the TV.

“Wake up, got a secret

Pinky swear that you're gonna keep it

I've got something you need to see

Let's be friends forever

I wanna do everything with you together

Come and play with Kitty and me~.”

You bit your bottom lip, your cheeks flushing bright cerise at how adorable your boyfriend was. He was always adorable, but this took it a whole different level. Especially with the cute song he was singing, and how he was dancing rather awkwardly in an attempt to follow what was in front of him. It was too adorable to ignore, so you got out your phone and started to record everything that was going on, just so you could watch it all to yourself another day when you needed a cute video to smile at…

You were going to pay dearly for it but it was just too ADORABLE to pass up…

“Come come Kitty Kitty

You're so pretty pretty

Don't go Kitty Kitty

Stay with me

Come come Kitty Kitty

You're so silly silly

Don't go Kitty Kitty

Play with me~.”

Shinsou sung his favorite lyrics, jumping slightly just like Avril, pretending to gesture a kitten over to him when he sang ‘Come come Kitty Kitty~’ and was smiling more than he realized. Truth was, he was thinking about you when he sang those lyrics. This was his song, the one you gave to him, it might have been embarrassing but you chose this for him because he knew you found him adorable.

Which touched him because ‘adorable’ was the last word he’d use to describe himself.

“Kawaii

Hello Kitty, hello Kitty

Hello Kitty, you're so pretty

Hello Kitty, hello Kitty

Hello Kitty, you're so silly

Mina sako arigato! K-K-Kawaii!

Mina sako arigato! K-K-Kawaii!

K-K-Kawaii!

Meow~.”

Your eyes widened when Shinsou almost got a little more provocative with his dancing, even pretending to scratch like a cat with his trademark smug smile that he gave to no one he could see. Your cheeks starting to burn as your heart race sped up, feeling a rush of giddy excitement running through you as you resisted the urge to squeal out loud and kept your phone as still as possible to keep recording…

“Hello Kitty, hello Kitty

Hello Kitty, you're so pretty

Hello Kitty, hello Kitty

Hello Kitty, you're so silly~.”

Shinsou held the hairbrush, singing and dancing around in an almost free manner now that the music took it’s hold on him. Now he got why you gave him this song, it was so catchy and he could shake his hips to it, and dare he say he could even give his rear a little shake since nobody was around. It was liberating even though he wouldn’t dare do this in front of anyone without making a fool of himself as he nodded his head at the last chorus.

“Come come Kitty Kitty

You're so pretty pretty

Don't go Kitty Kitty

Stay with me

Come come Kitty Kitty

You're so silly silly

Don't go Kitty Kitty

Play with me~.”

Just like he did with the last song he sang, Shinsou dramatically dropped the mic for no one else to see, visibly out of breath and sweating a little bit since that was a fast song. He wiped some of the sweat off his breath, panting ever so slightly now that the song ended. He hoped you would be here soon though…

Unfortunately, he realized that his wish had come true…

Because the second he looked away from the TV, he met your (E/C) eyes staring right at him, wide and startled, and with your phone directed right at him. His purple eyes started to widen ever so slightly as a quiet gasp left him once he realized what you were doing, and that you apparently had been there longer than he thought…

You grinned rather nervously with rose-pink cheeks as you pushed stop on your phone, but all you saw was Shinsou’s face gradually turn red as his brows furrowed into a VERY un-amused glare.

“Delete that.” His reply was fast and demanding, but you perked up when he started walking to you, and before you could say anything at all, you remembered his quirk and smirked, shaking your head and he gasped slightly when he caught onto your little scheme. “(Y/N), Delete that!” He repeated as you ran off screaming when he started chasing you down the hall.

Your scream turned into a laugh as you made your way down the stairs, still having the relentless Shinsou on your tail, he couldn’t brainwash you because you refused to say anything to him because you knew better by now. “(Y/N) I’m serious…” He said to you somewhat sharply when you ran a little faster, and made your way to your own room and shut the door on him.

He tried to open it but you already locked it. “(Y/N)… don’t you dare show anyone that…” Shinsou’s face was flushed from both embarrassment and from running so fast as he panted a little bit, just waiting for you to reply so he could make you do what he asked. He’d feel bad about it later but he just lost all of his dignity…

“But you’re adorable Toshi!! Besides I’m not going to show anyone I swear!” You finally replied, but Shinsou didn’t actually try to brainwash you since he had enough kindness to hear you out, “Hehe… that was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen…” You said sweetly, using your telekinesis to open the door but his head was down and his eyes were staring at his feet as his cheeks were burning scarlet red.

He tried to scoff, but it just came out as an embarrassed mumble, “S’t up…”

“I mean it! You’re adorable!!” You got up, hugging him rather tightly, worsening his already dark blush as his cheeks burned hotter and turned more beetroot. “I’m… not… cute…” Shinsou was somewhat self-deprecating by nature, as his history kind of enabled him to be fairly humble and although appearance didn’t matter to him, he still never considered him attractive. So the fact that you found him cute or handsome at all, truly did make him happy.

He just didn’t know how… and was still trying to accept that.

“Yes. You. Are.” You cupped his warm cheeks, smiling at him and kissing him on the forehead, “I’ll delete the video… but I mean it… you really are cute. My cute little kitty~. My dear Hitoshi…” You said the sweetest, most sincere words he had ever heard as his purple hues widened a bit, his whole face lighting up as he tried and failed to avert his gaze. “(Y/N)…” His voice turned shy, but he couldn’t stop himself from giving you a coy smile as he rubbed the back of his neck, “You’re so mushy gushy…”

Mushy gushy or not though, he kind of liked it. Shinsou didn’t think he would ever be one for romance, but it felt nice having someone give him this kind of affection. He liked hearing you call him ‘your kitty’, in private, but still. And you giggled happily when he returned the favor by giving you a sweet little peck on the cheek.

“You don’t have to delete the video.” He almost sounded reluctant telling you that, but you were his girlfriend and he loved you, “But don’t EVER show that to ANYONE… EVER.” But Shinsou did give you a very stern, serious warning with a firm little glare as you giggled rather nervously but nodded, “I promise~.”

You meant that, because that video was for you. Only you could see your kitty be that adorable, “OH! That reminds me… Happy Birthday!” Suddenly you recalled why you had to come back, you had gone out with your girl-friends for some advice on how you should spend your beloved Shinsou’s birthday.

However, even Shinsou was surprised, “Oh… right, it’s my birthday.” He sounded very casual about it, not exactly huge on birthdays even if it was a big deal since it meant that he existed. Maybe that’s why he was so stressed today, because of the unwanted age that came with it…

“Thank you (Y/N).” Shinsou thanked you though, knowing that you were pretty serious about this. “Of course! Now c’mon! Let’s go downstairs to the kitchen! I’m gonna make you a cake and I have a gift for you in my room!” And he was proven right when you grabbed his hand and started to kind of pull him in your direction to lead him to the kitchen. Shinsou was the low-key one so that naturally meant that he had to follow you since you were the more energetic one.

But he smiled and chuckled quietly, following you with ease despite how forceful you could be. That was just you being his dork. “Okay you dork…” He said to you fondly as you playfully smiled at him.

“Thank you kitty~.”

You swore you’d never seen a boy blush so red that fast, but you truly did adore your kitty. 

[sachi-pon]

free! dive to the future episode 10 liveblog/review thing

i appreciate anyone who is actually reading these weird liveblogs, hahahahahaha. i know that i kind of ramble on and on and on. hopefully you guys like my rambles!!!

my previous liveblogs:  (episode 1) (episode 2) (episode 3) (episode 4) (episode 5) (episode 6) (episode 7) (episode 8) (episode 9)

watch the episode here: http://www.crunchyroll.com/free-iwatobi-swim-club/episode-10-the-grab-start-of-hope-775641

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"it wasn't anything special," says albert. haha this reminds me of something i get annoyed by... i hate when a highly skilled artist says this after making an amazingly good-looking artwork!! they're like "this is just a quick 10-minute doodle. sorry it's so ugly," and yet, it looks waaaaay better than my artwork *sob* *sob* *sob*

okay, that's a nice shot of albert's gorgeous body <3333

makoto knows about odin??? aaaaah he's so smart!!!! lol i had no idea who odin was.

so albert is not an alien, but a god?!?!?! and... haru's mind has been torn apart?? ;__;

STUPID GUY!!!!! he asked everyone else to leave, but i think he should give a married couples exception for makoto to go talk to haru <3

rin and sousuke meeting again ^_____^

that shirt rin gave him is so kawaii, lol. i wanna see him wear it tho.

rin being a little embarrassed was so precious!!!

*dramatic pause* A SUCCESS!!!!!!! (yay!!!)

I HATE HOW THIS SHOW GIVES ME SO MANY FEELS, UGH.

rin isn't crying. he has pollen allergies that make his eyes watery, or something.

i know it was just a fist bump but it was the most romantic fist bump ever <33333

haru, come on, text makoto back pls ;__;

mako is so sweet, he apologizes when he did nothing wrong XD

just fyi, i am trying to watch this episode while eating and i keep forgetting to eat because i am too nervous lol

"i heard something from a friend..." uh, who?

massage?? =) =) =) sounds like a good idea to help haru =) *prays to kyoani writers to create this scene* PLEASE? ...PLEASE? ...PLEASE? ...PLEASE?

what happened to nao's eye? if this has already been revealed, then i forgot ^__^U

mako leans down while talking to masaki, that's a little detail i noticed that is so cute <3333

wait, we didn't find out who nao's "friend" was...

even ladybugs are attracted to makoto's awesomeness. hey if i were a ladybug, i'd land on makoto too.

mako's phone is vibrating. IT'S HARU!!!!! ... no, it's not =(

omg what??? congrats, rei!!! and to think, he didn't even like swimming.

i love how a dark cloud just randomly appeared behind rei lol

nagisa mentions how everyone is going to see each other in tokyo... omg, there's going to be a big reunion!!! =D i am so excited!! =D

haru suddenly becomes this magical fairy tale prince. okay, i'd watch that anime. XD

omg makoto looks adorable in that outfit. <3

"BKC NANASE" LOL WTF GOU. what is wrong with you. XDDDDD

hahaha makoto's facial expression is like "uhhhh this is kinda strange"

makorin date yaaaaay XD all right, to be honest, i kinda ship it. >////< like, not seriously, but like... kinda sorta. a little bit. they are cute together!!!

um, that thing is not cute at all. ^__^U

rin, how are you calling someone else weird when you have shark teeth????

makoto being so happy about sousuke's surgery is melting my heart... (but my heart has already been melted many times this season so i don't understand how it is still melting more and more...)

makoto (casually): oh btw, haru swam an IM. rin: *spits his drink out all over makoto* WAIT WHAT?!?!!?!??!?!?!? hahahahahaha

rin is so dramatic, like he is about to lead an army into battle. but he's just going to go with makoto to see haru. XDDDDD

whoa, haru looks mad o__o

hey coach... don't be so hard on haru!! it's not haru's fault that he lost to an alien god.

no, haru wasn't always this competitive. he is acting out of character...

haru's like "this is stupid, i'm outta here." lol.

there is really dramatic music during this casual conversation so it's kinda weird

"he doesn't listen to a thing i say." but that's because what you're saying is confusing and vague.

"i haven't looked at my phone in two weeks" huh??? how are you a young person in today's world who doesn't use their phone??? something is extremely wrong here. XD

hahaha i figured this would happen. makoto would explain things in a way haru would understand. of course haru understands mackerel, hahahahaha, makes sense to him!!!

i love how haru took a moment to think about what mako said. that was funny. ^__^

rin is like "good, i approve of this mackerel teaching method."

i can imagine that haru is pretty surprised to suddenly see rin appear out of nowhere!!! o__o

"i was swimming, but it didn't feel like i was swimming." huh???

soft piano music in the bg, awwww it's so cute.

huh? makoto heard what rin said, through the windows? either rin was talking very loudly or makoto has hearing superpowers. XD

"what can i do?" asks makoto. well, makoto, i have an idea. why don't you give haru a massage, like nao instructed you to do earlier in this episode????? come on!!! (okay, so maybe that's not exactly what nao said, but that's what i heard!!)

yes, mako knows haru well, but it's also true that he is good at reading people in general, not just haru. of course, haru is the person he can read most of all, but makoto can also read others.

wooooow that little part with haru taking off his swimcap and shaking his head as sparkling drops of water fall around him was one of the most magical moments of my life and i will cherish it forever.

"don't tell him that." makoto should totally tell him that. =P

i literally laughed out loud at the timing of haru (and rin) walking into the room. haru, you should have come in just a little bit earlier and then you would have heard what was just said about you that you weren't supposed to hear!! lol!!!

haru is so confused like "why is he a good coach? he's just annoying."

ugggghhhhh, makoto, you are not listening to me. -___-UUUU you are blatantly ignoring what i said. i said give HARU a massage. you've got the wrong person!!!! ;___;

misaki doesn't really know all the specific examples you're talking about, makoto... ^___^U

"i'm sure swimming with natsume-kun again will open your eyes, too." well, idk about that. i thought haru was the only one who has the power to give people epiphanies while swimming with them...

well this is awkward. misaki and natsume aren't happy to see each other =(

his goggles flew off??? i feel sorry for his eyes, then! XD but i guess this is the "opening your eyes" makoto was talking about hahahaha

awwwww that is so sweet. natsume was happy for just a second and then he held back because he didn't want to make misaki feel bad awwwww ;__; ;__;

...but misaki was a good sport and congratulated him anyway. okay, it's official: these two kids are extremely adorable!! =)

why is makoto so shocked that he helped misaki? that's kinda the entire point of his job. XD

makoto has a new dream!!!! he's so fired up and determined. aaaah i love him so muuuuuch <3333

aaaaaaand here comes the iwatobi crew. this will be fun!!! =D

ummm okay, that's it. the episode's over... i am sad because that was a fun episode to watch. i really liked it, and that's because this episode had a lot of makoto in it, so of course i'm going to like that. XD and i just loved seeing makoto discover some of his own strengths. he even figured out his new dream at the end. he's just so special!!!! he is someone who has a positive impact on other people around him, and that is so clearly seen. it makes a lot of sense that he wants to be a trainer. he knows how to bring out the potential in others, because he can understand their feelings and figure out the best way to challenge them and encourage them.

oh, and... as of now, it is a real, true, canon fact that makoto is good at massages, which is yet another thing that makes him more perfect. <333333 this is really important to me. no seriously, this is something that matters to me a lot. this is like if the writers had thought, "hmm. what can we make makoto do that would be the #1 most amazing wonderful thing that sachi-pon would love???" it's like they read my mind and are trying to appeal specifically to me!!! ^___^ this is exactly what i would have thought of... uh... i mean... already thought of. okay, i thought about this a long time ago. >///////< but now this has gone beyond my fangirl fantasy and is a real thing that exists in the actual show. XDDDD hooray!!!!!! *waves pom-poms like a cheerleader* now all i need is a scene of makoto using his massage skills on you-know-who, and i'll be fine. ^__^

yes, i do have a problem with being too addicted to makoto. no, i do not intend to see a doctor. i intend to live with this problem forever. <3

wait... were there other people in this episode too? i forgot about everyone else besides makoto. uh, oh yeah. there was haru. he was so sad after the loss, but i think he's starting to feel better now, so that's good. i was getting worried when he wasn't texting makoto. =( don't do that anymore, haru!!! ;__;

also, there was rin, and later, makoto, finding out about sousuke's surgery. both of them had such excited reactions!!! and yes, rin, you cried, admit it!!! (haha) but yeah, it just shows how much those two care about sousuke. i loved those moments!!!

i am so happy for the big reunion in the next episode. i think it's going to be a little crazy, but definitely a lot of fun!! and of course, rin and haru's big showdown. who will win?!?!?!? also, what about the mysterious alien god????? how can anyone defeat him? the only way to defeat him is for haru to... TURN INTO A MERMAN!!!!!!!!!! (yes, i am still talking about merman throughout this whole season)

[directorscutandsomeotherstuff]

Mysterious Disease

(Welcome to Director’s Cut, and holy crap, are those actual followers? When did this nonsense happen? A few months ago, the only people who noticed what I was doing in this corner were blogs trying to advertise their porn. Well, now that there’s something of an actual audience, here, I guess I’d better put on my respectable face and... no, actually, I’m just gonna keep making fun of shitty fanfiction.)

(I never watched Hamtaro, as a kid. Nope. Nope. Not me. I was certainly not a boy in middle school who unironically took time out of his day to watch the animated adventures of a hamster and his club house full of hamster friends as they had adorable adventures when their owners all went to school and work. That was certainly not me. I was always a manly boy, who was into manly things and manly manliness...)

(Holy fuck, he’s wearing an accountant visor and doing little hamster paperwork ohmygawdwhyisthisshowsodamncuteyouguysjesusfuckingchri-)

(So, now that I’ve got that out of my system... ChibiMizu apparently also liked the show, but found that the one thing it was missing was hamsters making out or something. What follows is not so much a re-imagining of a beloved franchise as much as it’s one author’s descent into literary madness. I’d just like to suggest you take a look at the original page, just to see how this was formatted in its original incarnation. I’m going to introduce line-breaks, because otherwise this thing is unreadable. I’m feeling kind of spicy, today, so I think I’m gonna tackle two chapters at once.)

"Mysterious Disease" by: ChibiMizu! Disclaimer: I dun own Hamtaro! Poo... ChibiMizu: Ya know, they REALLY need a section for Hamtaro! Makes me very upset to have to put it in Misc. Its deserves so much better! T_T (Well, you’ll be glad to know you got your wish, sometime after this was posted. And it’s got over a thousand entries.) CheeseMaster: Yeah right... This is sick! O.O;; ChibiMizu: Whadya mean 'sick'?! Its KAWAII!!! Yaoi and yuri ham-hams! Awe its CUTE! ^^ (I will never understand why teenage girls think gay sex is “cute.” At least some portion of it involves things going into people’s butts.) CheeseMaster: No, not really... hamsters? GAY?! ChibiMizu: Gay??!! no, yaoi! There's a difference! (not really...) (Yaoi Hands would probably disagree with that sentiment, missy.) CheeseMaster: Well anyways, this fic is-- ChibiMizu: Yaoi AAAAND yuri! ^^ Pairings: HowdyxDexter, HamtaroxOxnard, SandyxBijou one-sided StanxMaxwell, and LauraxKana! CheeseMaster: But they're a bunch of hamsters and two 5th graders for crying out loud! (Actually, I kind of second the part about the 5th graders. Hamsters cornholing each other’re just funny, but...) ChibiMizu: No thanks! I don't cry out loud! ^^ CheeseMaster: Dah... ChibiMizu: Okie dokie then! You have been warned! ^^ read on if ya dare! and review if ya please to tell me how icky or kewl this idea is! ~.^ ~Proloug~ */*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/* "Kushi kushi." the orange spotted hamster rubbed his little pink paws on his face as he watched Laura get ready for school. (Nope. He could feel his face, which meant he wasn’t dreaming. He was going to be in a yaoi fanfic. He clasped his hands together in a short prayer to The Hamster Jeebus, asking for the strength to budda-budda on out of this nightmare.)

"See ya later Hamtaro! Be good!" Laura smiled as she grabbed her bag and left the room.

"Finally! I thought she'd NEVER leave!" Hamtaro rolled his eyes impatiently. 

"Chick-ah chick-ah chick-ah!" he went through the opening in his cage and ran to the little hole he had munched out. "Grooba!" he squeeked as he flew through the air and landed on Brandy's head. (You know, when you just write the Hamspeak out like this, it makes it sound like pointless baby talk. Also, I guess the gutter he slides down was out, this morning, so he just base-jumped out of the house?)

"Good morning Brandy! Have a nice sleep? Of course! You always do!" he greeted the dog, jumping off his head and heading towards the Ham-Ham clubhouse.

"Hey Hamtaro!" a familiar voice sounded from behind the walking hamster.

"Hamha Oxnard!" Hamtaro smiled and waited for his friend to catch up.

"Kana was moving oddly slow this morning! It took me awhile to get out!" Oxnard caught up and the two ham-ham's started walking to the clubhouse.

"Same with Laura! Think they're sick?" Hamtaro paniced, stopping in his tracks. (”Like, maybe they’re sick with Slow Motion Disease. I hear that’s common among anime girls, right up there with Giant Head As You Call Someone a Baka Disorder.”)

"I dunno! They could be sick, I mean Kana gave me extra sunflower seed this morning and she NEVER does that!"

(”What?” Hamtaro cried. “Your owner’s showing you kindness and affection? This is worse than I thought. She’s on death’s door!”)

"Hmm, weird. We'll have to ask the other Ham-Ham's! C'mon Oxnard! Let's go!" the two hamsters then bolted towards the underground clubhouse.

"Hamtaro! Good timeing! We have a crisis on our hands!" a very antsy Boss rushed over to the just entering Hamtaro and Oxnard.

"What's wrong Boss?!" Hamtaro asked, looking around.

"Dexter MUST be sick!"

"Why?!"

"He refuses to go ANY where near Pashmina! He then laughs at Howdy's jokes! We think he's delusional!" Maxwell stated, not looking up from his book.

"Oh he must be sick! To laugh at Howdy's jokes!" Oxnard frowned, looking at the laughing Dexter to the stumped Howdy.

"Oh Howdy! That was VERY funny!" Dexter laughed, side-stepping away from the confused Pashmina. (Um... Do... do you think that’s how gay people act? Or, like, just hamsters? Do you think they melt if they come in contact with estrogen, or something?)

"What's wrong Dexter? Why are you laughing at Howdy's jokes??!!" Hamtaro questioned the still laughing Dexter.

"But they're SO hilarious!" he managed out between laughs. (”I mean, ‘the Aristocrats?’ Fucking. Classic. Bro!”) Hamtaro sweatdropped and looked back at Howdy who shrugged. Suddenly, Dexter stopped laughing and 'hiffed' the air. (It smelled like estrogen. He would surely be dead, by evening, if he didn’t get some man in his system, ASAP.)

"Be right back!" he called, rushing out of the room (and hoping against hope there was such a thing as a tiny hamster truck stop).

"What was THAT all about?" Pashmina asked, worried about the strangely acting Dexter. "You better follow him Howdy."

"What?! Me?! That guy's SCARIN' me today! I ain't gonna FOLLOW him!" Howdy protested, backing away from the group.

(”You know,” Maxwell chimed in, opting to be the voice of reason, “he’s got a point. Maybe we should just wait for him to come back and quietly ask him what’s going on, instead of sending someone out alone to talk to a guy who’s acting all..”)

"Please Howdy? For me?" Pashmina pleaded, trying to get him to go after Dexter.

(”Oh, okay, cool.” Maxwell said. “Don’t be sensible, then. I’m just gonna sit here and keep reading “The Ham Who Was Thursday.”)

"Fine... only cuz you asked nicely..." Howdy gave in, slumping over sightly and exiting the room in defeat. */*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/* Ending noties: Weird ne? Blah! So_short! Well it IS the proloug afterall... CheeseMaster: I STILL can't believe you... ChibiMizu: Oh, believe in the power, believe! (The power of what? Fanfiction’s awful tendency to make every single story about manlove? I don’t need to believe in that; I’ve got proof in spades.) CheeseMaster: RRRrrright... *goes away* ChibiMizu *sweatdrops* Ok then! Sorry if they seem OOC, it's SUPPOSED ta be that way! BUAHAAAAaaa... O.O;; review if ya care ta! I need ta know people are disgusted with me! ^.~  (Well, you’re a little shit, aren’t you?)

(Well, fuck. Now I’m not feeling so spicy. This thing’s five chapters long. The author managed to squeeze out over 6000 words of this garbled monstrosity. Ugh, come on DC. You said two chapters, so let’s give ‘em two chapters.)

"Mysterious Disease." by: ChibiMizu Disclaimer: As if you really care, I don't own Hamtaro! ^.o (Eww. Don’t be blinking your lizard eyes at me, ChibiMizu.) ChibiMizu: Chapter ONE! Heheheee!!

CheeseMaster: But what about--

ChibiMizu: REMEMBER! That was the proloug??!!! (I consider myself to be antiloug, personally. Fuck lougs. They always leave the toilet seat up.)

CheeseMaster: Ooh yeah! I remember now! O.O;;

ChibiMizu: Enuf mindless chatting from me an' my muse! On with the fic!

CheeseMaster: Whatya mean YOUR muse?!!

ChibiMizu: Nufin'! ^_^()

CheeseMaster: Rrrrriiight... You're DEFINITELY losin' it...

ChibiMizu: Losin'? Lost you mean! Also to the people who don't know, I wrote this after watching 'Rose Red by Stephen King' (which BTW, is a REALLY good creepy movie and i suggest watching it! ^^ [I don't own THAT either...]) and after downing glass after glass of hyped up LEMONADE! Yummy! Then listening to 'Nightmare' which is a Wei§ Kruez songie that I don't own but is REALLY CREEPY! So that's to warn all you out there, that this MAY be dangerous for you to read, NOT that I'm trying to discourage you or anything... (You know, I don’t think I’ve ever said this about any author on this blog, but... you are really annoying. You’re like, that one girl who thought making Bayonetta say “rape” over and over again was funny, but somehow you’re even worse.)

Pairings are the same as last chappys: HowdyxDexter, HamtaroxOxnard, SandyxBijou one-sided StanxMaxwell, and LauraxKana! Extra Notes: Just thought I'd tell everyone and to reassure SabanDX that this WILL NOT and I repeat WILL NOT be a lemon! Or even lime! That would just... ruin it... completely nastiness... Nuf' from me! Read and review please!! (Oh, there we go. She thinks sexual attraction to the same sex is cute, but she doesn’t really want to think about the “sexual” part of it. This sentiment was quaint, when it was other authors doing it.) ~*~Chapter 1~*~ */*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/* "Why do I have to look for him? I don't deserve this..." Howdy grumbled under his breath as he looked around for the missing Dexter. "DEXTER! Get back here! I don't wanna keep lookin' for ya!" Howdy called, hoping for a response. "This is like that one joke where-- oh look it's Dex. Gulp..." the semi-frightened Howdy stopped in his tracks and dove into the nearest bush.

In front of him stood and very tall and very smiling person with pigtails and braided eartails! She was grinning so wide that Howdy thought her mouth was going to fall off. She knelt down, handing something in her hand to---

"Dexter!" Howdy eyed the two in complete confusion, Dexter smiling not as widely as the girl who skipped off singing: 'The real folk blues! Honto no kanashimi ga shiritaidake...' (A/n- I dun own Cowboy Bebop or the song 'The Real Folk Blues'!!)

(I... I just... These three paragraphs were one solid block of text, before I split it up into the closest thing to rational thoughts I could manage. Trying to read it all at once, my eyes just glazed over. I’ve got no snark. I’ve got no jokes. This author... she is ChibiMizuas, queen of queens. Gaze upon her yaoi fanfics, ye mighty, and despair.)

"Dex?" a stunned Howdy asked, coming out from the bushes. Wide-eyed, Dexter stopped and hid the thing he received behind his back.

"O-oh H-hello Howdy! What's wrong?" he smiled, trying not to panic.

"Whatcha got there eh Dexter?" Howdy smirked, trying to see what Dexter held behind him.

"N-nothing Howdy! It's nothing! Why are you way out here anyway?" Dexter muttered, trying to change the subject.

"I should ask YOU the same question! Runnin' off without a word to us about where ya was goin''! You coulda gotten hurt!" Howdy complained, trying to make Dexter look like a bad ham. (Howdy was fond of trying to dress people up to look like spoiled food. One time Stan ate a piece of his strawberry cake and for weeks afterwards, Howdy made him wear a hat that made him look like bad spaghetti.)

"I'm sorry Howdy. I shouldn't have done that. I really am sorry..." he plopped on the ground and hugged his little package tightly, sniffling every once in a while. (Every once in a while? Was he sitting there for several minutes?)

"Eh, I didn't mean to sound so mean..." Howdy confessed, but not allowing himself to fall prey to the fact that he liked Dexter as a good friend, not enemies as most would think. (ChibiMizu wiggled in her chair, hopped up on sugary lemonade and shitty German music. Surely, she thought to herself, nobody would ever be so subversive as to suggest that the two characters who argued all the time secretly loved each other. How mad would the audience be, she thought with a giggle and a wiggle, if they all knew they secretly... held hands or whatever she thought gay people did, when they were in a relationship.)

"R-really? Do you mean that Howdy?" Dexter studdered, looking up and as he did, his glasses fell off his nose and dropped in front of Howdy's feet. Howdy kneeled down and took the glasses in his paw.

"Ya know, you look better without your glasses." he smiled, gently placing the beige frames on the wide-eyed Ham-Ham. Dexter's jaw dropped as Howdy placed a pink paw on his cheek and grinned. (This, as far as ChibiMizu was concerned, was the equivalent to a sweaty makeout and some over the pants rubdowns in real life.) "C'mon, we better get back to the others." Dexter fell out of his dreamy state as Howdy said these words and left him behind.

Holding up the package in front of him, he inhaled deeply and smiled, "This stuff sure does the trick!" he quickly looked behind him towards the girl who had since long disappeared and gave her a silent 'thanks' just before he ran off after Howdy. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ *AN- Ok ok, this would be where normally I say 'TBC' but I dun wanna do that just because I want the first chapter to be sooo much longer than the proloug so...* +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

(I’m glad to hear that ChibiMizu decided to keep writing. I would have been so confused if she just decided to stop.) Still stumped by Dexter's outrageous behavior earlier, Hamtaro sat at the table, next to Oxnard who was equally confused, trying to figure out the problem with their Ham-Ham friends and their humans.

"Do you think that Dexter caught the same disease as Laura and Kana?" Oxnard interuped the thinking Hamtaro. (”You know, the one that makes people move slowly and feed their pets?”)

"Could be! I wonder... is this disease or whatever it is, could be catching??!!" he worried, not wanting to have a disease that could make him laugh at Howdy's jokes. He shuddered at the thought. (Hamtaro was secretly a bit of a dick, to his friends.)

"I sure hope not! I don't want to be sick like Kana!"

"Why not?"

"Well," the hamster played with his sunflower and fidgeted. "She sang and danced around her room and kept saying 'I love her!' and it was VERY scary..." he sighed, blushing.

"Wait! 'I love her'???!!! Are you sure Oxxy?"

"Positive! It was very weird."

"Oh, that MIGHT be the key! Laura did the same thing!"

"That's kinda strange, considering that they're both female humans.”

"Oh yeah! I thought that Laura liked male humans!" (Hamtaro’s eyes widened. Crap. What if one of the symptoms was calling people male and female humans, like an alien? At this point, nothing could be ruled out as not being a symptom!)

"Same with Kana! I wonder what---" the duo's confusing conversation was abruptly interrupted as everybody else in the clubhouse quickly ran over to Stan. (No matter what crises the Ham-Hams faced, they always stopped to observe the 10:45 “Everybody Run Over to Stan” ritual. It was a tradition that brought them all closer together. Mostly literally.)

"What happened?" Hamtaro asked, pushing through the crowd.

"He just all of a sudden his nose started bleeding!" Pashmina stated, pointing to the blushing Stan who was now trying to cover up the blood. (Hamster blood. The hamster blood. The hamster blood. The fucking hamster bl-)

"It's nothing Ham-dudes! Nothing at all!" he managed out wiping the blood from his nose on his arm, averting his gaze from Maxwell.

"Here," the taller Ham-Ham smiled, handing over a small cloth to wipe up the mess.

"Eheh... thanks Maxwell..." he took the cloth and managed a smile before turning away from him and wiping it up.

"Well that was... different." Hamtaro said, returning with Oxnard to the table.

"Uh oh! Do you think that Stan caught the disease??!!" Oxnard asked, moving slightly farther from Stan. (So, running tally, here. The symptoms of this “disease” include: moving slowly, singing, giving people free food, finding jokes funny, keeping a minimum distance from girls and... nosebleeds. Somebody call the CDC, we’ve got a confirmed case of Nothing Fever, here!)

"I dunno, but whatever it is, I don't want it!" Hamtaro moved too, both now on the other side of the room. "Now about Kana and Laura..." *With the girl Hams* "Oh that was THE funniest thing EVER!!!" Sandy laughed, holding her sides. (”Fucking ‘Aristocrats!’ It gets me every time!”)

"I do not see what is so funny about your brother bleeding from his nose!" Bijou frowned, confused as heck.

"Oh Bijou! It's the power of hentai thoughts! If bad enough, you get a bloody nose! Hahahaa!!!" she laughed harder from t he dumfounded look on Bijou's face. (Sandy always considered her brother’s libido to be hilarious. Frankly speaking, the other Hams considered her keen interest to be a bit... creepy.)

"H-h-hentai????!!!!" she frowned more, glancing at the still blushing Stan who was moving away from Maxwell. "There is no way that--!" she then thought of the Stan that she knew. "Then again..." she chuckled, then started laughing along with Sandy. 

"What's so funny girls?" Maxwell asked coming over to them, making a nervous Stan move to the other side of the room near Oxnard and Hamtaro who in turn moved to the other side of the room. "Do you know what was wrong with Stan? Or Hamtaro and Oxnard for that matter?"

"Well, not about Oxxy and Hamtaro but Stan..." they again started a round of merciless laughing.

"Um... what about Stan? Is that the reason you're over here laughing your heads off?" Maxwell asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The POWER of hentai thoughts!! AHAHAaaa!!!" Sandy managed out, rolling around on the ground.

"Wh-what??!!!" Maxwell asked, falling to the ground on his butt. (There was much power in that shout of POWER!)

"Awe Maxwell! You heard her! When you think hentai thoughts, your nose bleeds!" Bijou piped in, breathing deep from lack of air while laughing.

(”Actually,” Maxwell said, “that’s a bit of a mis-characterization. While it’s certainly a thing in Japanese culture that nosebleeds are considered a symbol of excitement, it’s only within certain very limited genres of their animation that it’s come to be accepted as a signal of arousal. And considering that there’s really no evidence that the heightened blood pressure... no, wait, sorry. Let me just stop being the smart guy, here. It’d be pissing straight into the wind.”)

"Oh my, that's well..." Maxwell tried to think of something intelligent to say but the fact that Stan was over there with hentai thoughts erased all memory temporarily.

"Heh, I wonder who about!" Sandy completely stopped laughing and thought about this. (The others felt red flags raise, at the thought of Sandy giving serious thought about her brother’s taste in sexual partners. It was turning into the Christmas party, all over again.)

"I don't know... well..." Bijou joined in thinking leaving Maxwell stumped at this.

"Oh my gosh..." the color drained from Sandy's face as she looked from Maxwell to Stan to Bijou.

"Is that possible? But he knows that you... Oh my..." Bijou said, realizing that Stan was keeping his distance from Maxwell. In a matter of seconds, both Ham's glared daggers at Stan who was now pounding his head on the wall. (Aww, Stan, buddy. I’ve been there. It helps to think about baseball.)

"Who?" Maxwell asked, cocking his head to one side in question.

"Well... we'll um... tell ya later, after we talk to Stan to make sure we're right..." (Sandy was going to solve this matter in-house. No brother of hers was going to be giving his body to no boy ham. Not while she had some blackmail material left over from last Christmas.)

 Sandy, still glaring, stood up and headed over to Stan, with Bijou right behind her. Still stumped at this whole thing, he stood up and headed over to Hamtaro and Oxnard who were just a little ways away, thinking maybe they knew what was going on with Stan. To be continued... +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ ChibiMizu: NOW its the end of chapter 1!! CheeseMaster: Eh, you DO know it's not nice to confuse the readers... ChibiMizu: Yeah it is! Whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis? (You do not meme your way out of this, lady!) CheeseMaster: Eheh... ChibiMizu: Well, I think everybody out there gets the gist of where this is going... Review and inform me of stuff... ^.^() Buh-byes!!

(Okay. Fine. Good. It’s over, for now. This was a terrible idea. I don’t think anything good came out of this. Well, except for that one thing. Somebody really needs to write “The Ham Who Was Thursday.” That’s gonna be my takeaway from this adventure.)

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Chapter Sixteen:  Ohayo, Misa Misa

Word Count:  4036

Chapter No. 16/36

Notes:  It has been a hot ass minute since I posted a chapter.  And this is why.  The first week I put it off, (and you have to promise not to judge me!) Breath of the Wild had just come out and I’m kind of a big Legend of Zelda fan.  Why I put it off LAST WEEK was because of this.  I was still playing Breath of the Wild, but later that evening, I ended up getting drunk with my brothers and one of them’s girlfriend and my mom and played Cards Against Humanity.  I don’t regret it.  That was a fun night.  But now, it’s time to stop putting it off and I’ll let you read, ok?  If you’re still a little iffy on what happened last time, reread the last chapter.

Chapter Fifteen:  Yes, Mistress

My parents’ room?  I know their bed is massive, but when did I get here?  Even worse, why did I wake up alone?  I could’ve sworn Julian was here, too.  Yeah! We had that talk.  Slumber party proposal.  Sebastian cuddles.  What more could a spastic, little otaku girl like yours truly want?  Julian gave Paul his housekeys and Julian came home with me. If that was the case, where the hell was Julian?

 I rolled out of bed and the bright red numbers on the alarm clock nearly blinded me.  Nine in the morning.  Fantastic.  Just a little more sleep.  Was that too much?  Oh well. I’ll live, I guess.  I don’t even remember going to bed last night.  My head’s still fuzzy.  Although, I couldn’t forget last night for as long as I live. Now that I think about it, aren’t certain demon butlers supposed to be here to wake up their young mistress?  

 Instead of finding said demon, I found a note on the nightstand.  No post-its.  Normal paper. This looked like it came out of one of my good notebooks.  A light mint color.  Some silver border.  Yeah. This came out of one of my notebooks. He didn’t know, but Julian and I would be having words about that later.  My good notebooks usually came from Japan or Korea.  Those little bitches were expensive.  It costs to be kawaii.

 Good morning, beautiful

In the kitchen.  I got a surprise for you.

All my love,

Julian

 I think he likes me. I zipped my onesie up some more and stumbled out to the kitchen.  My god…Something smelled like Christmas morning.  The overwhelming cinnamon and nutmeg and fresh coffee.  Just like Christmas morning.  Like when my grandma would bake in excess like she was feeding the entire world.  Either way, I needed to find the source of it.  And I had a feeling deep in the pit of my heart that my boyfriend was the one.

 “Well,” Julian chimed, “Ohayo, cutie.  Sleep ok?”

 “Like a rock,” I rubbed my eyes, still not entirely sure if a Disney marketplace opened up in my kitchen or not, “Julian, what are you doing?”

 “Making breakfast,” he grabbed a pan of cinnamon rolls out of the oven, “If that’s alright with you.”

 “Super,” I jumped onto a barstool, “But you realize this is our day off.  You don’t need to be doing any of this.”

 “I want to, though,” he defended, “Let me do nice things for you!”

 “I’m not going to stop you,” I scanned around the kitchen for the sweet smell emanating from the coffee pot.  I might have had the best sleep I’ve had in years last night, but all the sleep in the world couldn’t take away the half dead feeling I seemed to always have, “By the way, when did we go to bed?”

 “You fell asleep in the middle of Dramatical Murder last night,” Julian filled in the gaps, “I carried you to bed and I just got up a couple hours ago.”

 “You do understand the concept of a day off, right?” I teased, nuzzling my face in his shoulder blades, “That whole sleeping in, sitting around in your underpants, not having to leave the house, video game and anime binges thing?  That’s a day off.”

 “If I remember correctly,” he reminded me, “You and I are taking pictures today.  I should probably make sure my house didn’t burn down last night. God only knows the shenanigans Paul got into.  He better not have touched my Miku-chan…”

 “I’m sure everything was fine,” I assumed, “I didn’t hear any sirens when I woke up.”

 “We can always call him, right?” Julian got his phone out of his hoody pocket and dialed Paul’s number. While he got back in the oven, his phone hummed from the speaker.

 “Morning, princess,” Paul chimed on the other end, “What can I do for you?”

 “Get the hookers out, Paul,” Julian told him, “There’s only room for one princess in my house and that’s me.”

 “Mother of God,” I rested my head on the island, “What did I get myself into?”

 “You knew,” he kissed my forehead, “You knew I wasn’t conventionally normal.  You knew what Paul and I have is special”

 “Yet, here we are,” I mumbled into the granite.

 “Good morning, Mimi!” Paul chirped.

 “Hi, Paul,” I mustered up as much enthusiasm as I could.  Where did I put my…?

 “Coffee?” Julian assumed.

 “Yes, please,” I sighed out. That’s why I don’t kill him.  

 “Would you like a handful of amphetamines in it, too?” he giggled.

 “If it’s not too much to ask for.”

 “Wow,” Paul worried, “Are you ok?”

 “She just woke up,” Julian answered for me.  And that’s the other reason I don’t kill him, “If you want, Paul, I’m making breakfast.”

 “Hell yeah!” he squealed, “I’m down.  Where are you?”

 “Mimi’s house,” Julian started drizzling the frosting on the cinnamon rolls the size of my head.  My god, it was mesmerizing, “It’s four blocks down, three houses in.  My car’s out front.  You can’t miss it.  That is ok with you, right, Mimi?”

 “Fine,” I allowed, getting off my barstool, “I’ll be back.”

 “Where you going?” he pulled me against his chest, “You just got here.”

 “Shower,” I submitted, reveling in his embrace, “I’m gross.”

 “You’re not gross,” Julian assured me, “You’re perfect.”

 “Oh, honey,” I chuckled a bit, “I’m far from perfect.  For now, I’m going to take a shower.”

 “Alright, baby,” he let me go, “Paul, call me if you have any problems finding the place.”

 “Ten-four!” Paul confirmed, “See you soon!”

 Click.

 “That asshole can never say goodbye, can he?” Julian ran his finger over his phone screen.

 “Apparently not,” I shook my head, running upstairs.  I really didn’t want to be Misa longer than I had to be.  So, instead, I decided to be something a little simpler and much more intelligent.  Had to be smart to be an alchemist.  Becoming Edward Elric was easy.  Black tank top.  Black jeans. Silver cuff bracelet to simulate his automail and a red cardigan for his coat?  Didn’t get much easier than that.  Except for maybe L, but L was also a simple creature.

 The hot water was sorely needed.  Nothing better than a good shower when one was still half asleep with zero coffee in her and had a big day ahead.  If I didn’t have plans with Julian today for our Death Note shoot, I would’ve gone back to sleep.  Oh no! He had to make my kitchen smell like the Pillsbury Doughboy and the Keebler elves had an orgy in there.  I couldn’t say no to that.

 I got out of the shower and ran a wet braid down my back.  I didn’t want my hair in my face and I could always straighten it later. I wasn’t out to impress anyone right now anyway.  Not yet. Not until Mimi had gone away from the late morning, early afternoon, and Misa Amane was slowly killing my brain cells. I didn’t have to like her, but I had to admit, girlfriend had a killer sense of style.  No pun intended.  When I got back to the kitchen, Paul had joined Julian at the island.

 And I knew Julian was a keeper when he handed me a massive cup of coffee, “Sorry.  We’re short on amphetamines and I don’t have a guy for that. I have a photography guy.  That’s it.”

 “This will do,” I assured.

 “And I’m trying to figure out who you are today,” Julian looked me over, “Could you give me a little hint?”

 “When’s my birthday?” I asked.

 “Don’t answer it, dude,” Paul warned, “It’s a trap.  Trust me. I’ve been down that route before.”

 “It’s not a trap,” Julian promised, seeing right through me, “Do you also have a girlfriend that’s not your girlfriend, but she’s only your mechanic.”

 “You know who I am,” I cuddled into his chest.

 “I’m confused,” Paul gave us what the fuck face, “What’s that got to do with anything?”

 “She’s a casual cosplayer,” Julian explained.

 “That’s right,” I squeaked, feeling much more awake, “My hint was asking him when my birthday was. My birthday is October third, a major date in the Fullmetal Alchemist universe.  Therefore, someone was smart and pieced it together that I was Edward Elric.”

 “I don’t get it,” Paul scratched his head.

 “Sorry, Mimi,” Julian apologized, “I may have neglected to mention that Paul isn’t exactly one of us. He’s not an otaku.  He just takes my pictures for me.  I don’t think he’s ever seen an anime in his life, have you, Paul?”

 “Not that I remember,” he thought it over.

 “Really, though?” I gasped, “You’re not our level of nerd?”

 “Nope,” Paul shook his head, “I’m a gamer, though, for what it’s worth.  Self-proclaimed sci-fi junkie.  Hopeless romantic.  Chocolate connoisseur.  Pisces.”

 “Settle down, sport,” Julian stopped him, “My girlfriend, not yours.”

 “So,” I got back on my barstool, “Last night.  You don’t understand the significance of what happened?”

 “Not a bit!” Paul smiled, “But last night wasn’t for me.”

 “I know that much,” I blushed, “Julian, can I ask you something?”

 “Sure, Mimi,” he allowed, “Shoot.”

 “What made you pick Sebastian?” I wondered, “Out of all the options I gave you, why did you go with a demon butler?”

 “It had been a while since I had been Sebastian,” Julian admitted, “I missed him.  And I could write the post-its better with J. Michael Tatum’s voice in my head instead of Travis Willingham.”

 “Mustang was your second choice?” I whined, “I like a man in uniform!  Why didn’t you go for him instead?”

 “When I was in your closet the other day,” he went on, “and I had Ciel’s dress in my hand, I wanted to know what you looked like in it.  I know I probably could’ve asked, just like this situation with your underwear, but this seemed like a better idea.”

 “I still have to hang that back up,” I remembered, “It’s in a pile on my bedroom floor.  I also have a fan fiction to finish and post sometime this week.  My fans are going to be pissed.  Finicky bunch.”

 “I’m sure they’d understand,” Julian comforted, “You had other things to do.  You had work from Monday to Saturday.  You had a photoshoot on Sunday.  Your boyfriend took you out Saturday night.  You’re a busy girl.  How much do you have left for it?”

 “I don’t know,” I shrugged, “It could be another couple paragraphs or I could end up having to turn it into a miniseries.  Wouldn’t be the first time I did that.  I have a hard time writing one-shots anymore.”

 “I’ve never written fan fiction before,” he kissed my cheek, “If it makes you feel any better.  Maybe we should write one together.”

 “No,” I shook my head, “I love you, Julian, but I work alone.  I tried writing with someone once and I couldn’t do it.  I’m too much of a control freak.”

 “Well,” he mulled it over, “Since I’m so inexperienced, maybe you being a control freak would be a good thing.”

 “No,” I put my foot down, “I refuse to come out of this hating you.  I’m very set in my ways.  I have my system.  I wouldn’t get in the way of that if I were you.”

 “Speaking of getting in the way,” Paul chimed in, “When did you want to do this shoot?”

 “I have to go get my Light,” Julian spun me around, “And you, young lady, need to go become Misa Misa.”

 “Why can’t you be Misa Misa?” I pouted, “We could do a genderbend.”

 “Do you have a genderbend for Light?” he asked.

 “No…”

 “That’s why you have to be Misa,” Julian grinned, poking my nose, “I’ll be right back.  And you know you’ll have to do it again.”

 “Don’t make me do it,” I begged, “If you love me even a little bit, you won’t make me do it.”

 “I don’t love you a little bit,” he clarified, “I love you a lot of bit.  And you’re doing the thing.”

 I held back any gagging, “I don’t want to.”

 “For me?” Julian batted his eyelashes.

 “I hate you,” I growled, “If I had a Death Note…”

 “I love you, too,” he beamed, “Paul, you’re coming with me.  You don’t need to be left alone with her when she’s naked and you have your camera. I know how weird you are.”

 “I wouldn’t be taking naked shots of her!” Paul promised, “I have a little bit of decency, you know. I’d only do that if she asked me. Or if you asked me with her consent.”

 “Thank you!” I squeaked, keeping that in mind.  I never wanted to do naked pictures, but maybe some suggestive shots wouldn’t be a half bad idea for a certain someone down the road.

 “We’ll be back,” Julian grabbed Paul and dragged him out of my house.  Meanwhile, I had to do something I knew I was going to love and loathe at the same time.  My IQ was about to drop at least thirty points.  

 Once Julian and Paul left, I dug through my closet, looking for my Misa Amane cosplay.  And there she was, hanging between my genderbend Ryuk and my Winry Rockbell.  I didn’t want to be Misa.  I’d rather be L and do a yaoi cosplay.  Hell, Julian and I could even be handcuffed like L and Light were.  I had those handcuffs.  But alas.  I was going to be Misa.  I could do it.  I could handle it.  I’d be fine.

 I pulled my hair out of my braid and started getting redressed.  I could’ve picked anything for Misa.  She was a model/actress.  I could’ve been that weird angel thing she was in one episode, but instead, I went with her usual stock goth Lolita.  Besides, I can pull off a leather jacket like nobody’s business.  And I could stand to feel badass from time to time.  

 Alright.  Now that I had her outfit down, I needed to get my hair and makeup right.  I grabbed my tablet and pulled up a reference picture.  Every other cosplayer did the same thing.  Maybe I could just mix some of the looks together.  Misa was a simple creature.  Pale, porcelain skin (which I had in spades).  Big, false eyelashes.  Blood red lips.  Excessive eyeliner.  And I couldn’t be completely Misa without her tiny pigtails.  

 I gave myself one last glance over in the mirror.  Damn, I hated admitting this, but I made a hell of a Misa.  Leather and black lace suited me.  I looked just like her the first time she met Light.  All I was missing was my own Death Note.  That was on the top shelf of my closet.  I looked super cute!  This was a good idea!  And Death Note was what brought Julian and me together in a way.  If I wouldn’t have quoted Kira, Julian never would’ve known about this.  And I wouldn’t know he was the same.

 After a quick spin, I started heading toward Julian’s house.  I’ve only done this once.  Even then, I had no idea what I was doing.  I still had no idea what we were doing.  I’ve never done a photoshoot before.  Even taking selfies made me squirm.  How the hell was I going to manage a semiprofessional photoshoot? Just don’t think of it that way. Something tells me Paul isn’t exactly professional.  He night have been, but I doubt this will be a formal feeling shoot.  Last night wasn’t.  Why should today be any different?

 “Julian!” I called from his front door, “Are you ready yet?”

 “Just about!” he yelled from his bathroom, “Paul had to run back up to Kansas City.  He wanted to grab more lenses.  He should be back soon.”

 “Ok,” I jumped up on the counter, “That’s fine.  I can wait.”

 “Wow,” Julian giggled, “Awfully patient for being Misa Misa.

“If you call me Misa Misa one more time today,” I threatened, “I will write your name in my Death Note.”

 “Misa Misa’s bitter,” he teased, “I like it.”

 “I hate you,” I chuckled a bit to myself.

 “I’ve heard otherwise,” Julian pointed out, “Hey, Mimi, could you do me one little favor?”

 “What?” I had a feeling I already knew where this was going, “Don’t tell me.  You want me to go full Misa, don’t you?”

 “Please?” he begged.

 “No, Julian.”

 “I went full Sebastian for you!” he reminded, “I watched anime porn with you!”

 “Dramatical Murder doesn’t get porny in the anime!” I retaliated, “Now, if we were playing through the game, that’d be a different story.  That shows actual pixelated dingle dongle.”

 “But…”

 “It’s bad enough I’m practically her doppelganger,” I cringed, “I’m not going full Misa.”

 “Please…?”

 “No!”

 “Fine,” he whined, coming out of the bathroom, “Well?  Good? Yeah?”

 “Good enough for me,” I got up.  Hot damn, he was a good Light, “What about me?”

 “Like Bonnie and Clyde, baby,” Julian gave me a kiss, “But, you know…If Clyde had suppressed feelings for the detective trying to take him down and used Bonnie to kill a whole lot of people.”

 “Just like Bonnie and Clyde,” I took his hands, “You really could pass for Light, though.”

 “Better than the Netflix casting?”

 I glared a hole through the place where his soul should be, “We don’t talk about the Netflix casting for Death Note.  That’s a sensitive area for me.”

 “I hear you there,” Julian agreed, sharing my disdain, “Now…All I want is to enjoy a long life with you in an ideal world.  That’s just how I feel.”

 “What?” This sounded familiar…

 “Let’s create a new world together,” Julian smirked, “It’ll be a place with no crime.  Where only kind people live, ok?”

 Wat a second…This was the conversation Light and Misa had after Light regained his memories.  I knew what this asshole was trying to do. And as much as I was going to hate myself for it, I was going to indulge him.  If I got into character, I’m sure it’d show up on film, right?  If that was the way I had to justify it in my head, then so be it.”

 “Light…” I spoke softly in Misa’s sandpaper enema voice, “I’m so happy…”

 “That’s my girl,” Julian pulled me tight against his chest, “You think I could get a little more Misa out of you before the end of the day?”

 “Pushing it, Julian,” I snapped back to being me, “But I’ll think about it.”

 “Yay!”

 “Honey!” Paul came in with his bag on his shoulder, “I’m home.”

 “How was your day, sweetheart?” Julian asked, sounding like a fifties housewife.  This was my life.  Caught between my boyfriend and his photographer.

 “Never better!” he sang, “The stocks are up, the crime rate is down.  All in all, can’t complain.”

 “You two are weird,” I opened Julian’s fridge in search of a bottle of water.

 “You’re not truly best friends until people start questioning your sexuality,” Julian shot Paul a quick wink, “But you know who I come home to at the end of the day.”

 “Excuse me?” I turned it around, “I’ve been coming home to you at the end of the day.”

 “True,” he nodded, “But you understand what I’m trying to say.”

 Then, Paul let out a high-pitched wolf whistle.  Assuming it’s for me, “Looking good, Mimi…Julian, you are a very lucky man.”

 “Avert your eyes,” I demanded, “It’s only for today.  Then, Misa goes back in the closet, never to be let out again.”

 “Hey,” Julian wrapped his arms around me, “What if I want you to be Misa again?  Like…Sometime in the near future?”

 “Then, I’ll half assed consider it,” I assured, “Until then, we forget this ever happened.”

 “These might be the prints that put you on the map,” he figured, “There’s no forgetting that.”

 “Hold on,” I stopped him, “What do you mean, put me on the map?”

 “I told you I was getting back in the game,” Julian explained, “I’m going to drop your name in the description box.  You and me, remember?  This is a partnership.  We’re going to be that cosplaying power couple and this could be the photoset that gets people to look at you.”

 “Um,” I winced, “You didn’t think to run this plan past me first?  See if I was ok with being more internet famous than I already am?  For the world to see my face in the cosplay community?”

 “It’s not like anyone from around here would be looking at cosplay sites,” he assured, “You’ll be fine.  But baby, you’re so much more than the weird girl with the Japan obsession.  You’re the second Kira.  You’re the Queen’s guard dog.  For our con debut, you’re the most badass lieutenant and the greatest sharpshooter in Amestrian history.  Who cares what everyone else thinks?”

 “I do!” my heart started racing, “I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of thing, Julian.”

 “You know what?” he comforted me, “If they do judge you for what you love, fuck them!  you’re better than that.  It’s not their life to live.  It’s yours.  If you don’t want to do it, that’s fine.  I won’t force you.  I’ll do this myself.  But I won’t post anything from last night or today without your permission first.  We good?”

 “Of course we’re good,” I rested my head on his chest, “It’s just…”

 “I know,” he cradled me, “It’s a lot to take in.  I’m sorry for dropping this all on you at once.  I should’ve eased you into this.”

 “Maybe,” I compromised, “We could release the ones from last night first.  I look less like me when I’m Ciel than when I’m Misa.  Depending on the reactions, we’ll see if I go on from there.”

 “Alright,” Julian agreed, “I can do that.  Are we still doing conventions together?”

 “Oh, hell yeah,” I scoffed, “I’ve made peace with that long ago.  I can’t wait for our first stop!”

 “That’s my girl,” he beamed, “You ready to do this shoot then?”

 “Let’s do it!” I hyped myself back up for it.  

 However, Julian dropping that kind of bomb on me was a bit much.  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this on a grander scale, but me? Professionally cosplaying?  My parents thought I had given up my otaku life. They wrote it off as a phase. What if they ended up finding my pictures online?  Not only would that out me, but Julian, too.  They don’t even know we’re dating!  I mean, Mom has speculated it, but aside from that, they’re clueless.

 Even more disturbing, what if Griffin saw my pictures?  Being Misa was just the beginning.  I had some cosplays that rendered me half naked.  Granted, I didn’t have much chub.  Some, but not much.  And I carried most of my weight in my thighs and my boobs!  I didn’t want him seeing me like that.  God only knows what those pictures would be used for.

 Then again, Julian did have a point.  If they couldn’t accept me, they didn’t deserve me.  Dressing up like a cartoon was something I loved to do.  I loved seeing my favorite characters come to life. More importantly, I loved being my favorite characters!  Even though I shit on her and she’s considered as one of the most useless anime characters to ever exist, I had a soft spot for Misa Amane. As dumb and ditzy as she is, she’s hopelessly in love with Light and willing to do anything to support him.  I can’t fault her for that.  Even though, her way of showing her love and affection is killing people in the name of Kira’s crusade to make a better world.

 Maybe I could do this. Maybe professional cosplaying was in the cards for me.  And Julian did make a mention of doing cosplay crack.  I could actually put my fan fiction to good use!  And if we start posting that online, we’d get ad revenue from that, too.  It sounds completely batshit insane, but maybe, just maybe…This could work.