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I watched KPop Demon Hunters yesterday and I was blown away by how good it was. I desperately hope they'll make a second movie or a show because it was absolutely awesome.
Loved the songs, loved the underlying metaphor and how the story ended. I won't go into detail to avoid spoilers, but if you havent watched it and are even just slightly interested, watch it!
I also loved how easily I could draw a parallel to K/DA and their style of songs. I already found a mashup on YouTube :P
I really wish that (even if they don't make a sequel) we get more songs from HUNTR/X and the Saja Boys. My personal favourite song is "How It's Done", but every song is really great. The only one I don't like as much is "Soda Pop".
Karasuno Game Adventures - Chapter 1: Where the heck are we?
Welcome to the first chapter of my newest idea: The Karasuno Game Adventures! *shitty fanfare noises*
For spoiler purposes, I will not be disclosing that much information here, as it will all be featured in the story at some point. What you need to know before heading into the first chapter is, that the Karasuno volleyball team has been surprised by a storm and mysteriously transported to somewhere else.
For additional information and if you want to leave a suggestion for characters and/or games, I suggest you visit this intro post.
Thank you for reading!
Pairing: None (yet :P)
Content Warning: Nothing serious. One slight mention (one sentence) of ch*king on something, otherwise this is pretty tame.
Nausea is all Hinata felt for a second. His body was being moved by something unfamiliar, like a method of transportation that was so foreign it made him shiver in discomfort. The orange-haired boy felt himself being flung somewhere, but he had no control over anything.
Am I dead?
Before he could figure out what was happening to him, he fell unconscious again, only regaining it briefly halfway through the journey, where he could see a black and white creature taking care of him. But before he could learn their name, he fell back into darkness.
When he woke up, he was somewhere else. It felt like he had been completely depleted of energy only to regain his health shortly after. Nothing made sense anymore, especially when Hinata finally managed to open his eyes again, taking in the new surroundings.
What is this place?
He didn’t see anything immediately, as his view was still a little blurry, but the sheer amount of vibrant colours was already indicative of the fact that this was not the volleyball hall anymore.
A bad storm had caused volleyball practice to be cut short. Daichi had wanted everyone to return home safe before it could get worse, but unfortunately for the team, the storm rolled around much faster than expected, surprising them when they had just finished cleaning up the gym hall.
Daichi had urged everyone to rush home, staying in pairs if they could, but before they could even attempt to run, the sky had started swirling and before the lightning could come crashing down, Hinata had lost consciousness.
Wherever he ended up now, it was unlike any place he knew. In the distance, Hinata could see a very large tree surrounded by some sort of blue hue with white flowers in front. The view was beautiful but also strangely haunting.
“Where…. where am I?” Hinata muttered, pain shooting through his whole body. Getting up was his first priority, but after he stood on his two legs, the ground was way closer than usual. He had always been the short one, but this? This was new.
“Wait. What am I?”
Looking down, the decoy realized he was in fact not in his own body anymore. Unless his body had morphed into whatever he was now. He glowed with the same ethereal white that the flowers had and while he was still a bipedal being, he could see hooves. He felt horns on his head and new ears that felt weird, especially since he was able to fully control them. And he had a tail!
It took a while for the middle blocker to get used to his new form. At least this body didn’t hurt anymore. It was lighter than Hinata was used to, which enabled him to jump far and high.
It was clear that Hinata couldn't stay there. Even if he still didn’t know what was happening and how to get back to his usual body, standing around would probably not lead him to any answer. Looking in one direction, he could see vines with nasty looking thorns that would likely hurt him immediately.
Not really willing to test that theory, Hinata looked over to the only other path he could take. Whatever magic had transported him here kept him on a singular path with no way to directly cross over to the tree that stood majestically in the distance. It was mostly covered with the same spiky vines anyways.
The way forward was dark and somewhat gloomy, but Hinata gave himself courage, knowing he could overcome anything if he only believed in himself. The thorny vines were everywhere, but with a little bit of careful jumping, he managed to evade them enough to progress.
A few steps farther, a name showed up, signaling the arrival in a certain part of the world called Sunken Glades.
“This must be the beginning of this story. I’m in a game, aren’t I?”, he whispered, still not used to the way his voice sounded in this small body. For some reason, he sounded much more transparent than usual. It was hard to explain and even harder to understand.
But even though darkness and thorns had taken over the forest, it still had a beauty to it that could not compare to anything Hinata knew. Moving on, he found an energy cell and was able to save his progress, which only cemented the idea that this was a game of some sorts. The beautiful world alone made him want to experience it and he knew that his situation was unique, a gift. Being able to experience a world like this was something no one else would get to do.
Saving created a soul link, which was a bright blue light that flickered like a small fire but was cool to the touch. Curiously, Hinata stuck his hand inside of it, but nothing happened. His hand was unharmed and the world around him stayed the same. It was a little disappointing if he was honest.
Jumping down some logs and parkouring over more spiky vines, he came across the first creature besides himself. It looked like some sort of rhino and while it was as tall as Hinata, it was way larger in size, moving on four legs.
“Hey! Could you tell me where I am?”, he asked, determined to make a friend in this foreign world. But to his surprise, the creature didn’t answer, opting instead to take a more forceful approach. The orange-haired middle blocker barely managed to jump in time to avoid the creature charging into him with full speed.
“Woah, hey! I’m friendly! No need to attack me!”, he yelled, dodging to the side yet again, trying to find a way out of the danger zone. The creature’s shell looked hard as stone and Hinata was not particularly interested in cuddling with this thing that apparently wanted him dead.
“Shit, it’s fast!”, Hinata exclaimed, jumping once more, trying to figure out how to beat this thing without weapons. He was closed in, two walls on either side with no way to get back to where he came from.
Looking back the way he came from and comparing it to where he would’ve wanted to go, Hinata finally noticed a blue shimmer that hadn’t been there before. His brain went into overdrive and after a few seconds that felt like hours, he finally realized what the game wanted him to do.
Dodging yet another charge, Hinata rushed to the blue wall, stopping right next to it. He had to wait for the right moment, otherwise he’d be coming down as the creature rushed in. But he should also not wait too long, as he’d risk getting charged into the wall.
Using all his focus, Hinata watched the enemy like a hawk, calculating the exact moment he would need to jump. Putting all the energy his little body had into his legs, he quite literally yeeted himself upwards, turning in the air and watching the creature slam into the wall, breaking it apart and getting crushed under the rubble.
Hinata didn’t land correctly, he all but crashed into the floor himself, letting out a painful grunt. But the way was now opened and he could move on.
“Hopefully I won’t need to do that again…”
Heaving himself up, he checked to see if he had any injuries. His fur was soft and he could see no blood, but what if the creature he was now didn’t bleed red? What if he was bleeding and just didn't notice?
A deep voice startled him out of his increasingly dreadful thoughts. He had just pressed on, trying to get through this game no matter the cost. The language he heard was foreign to him, but only for a moment, until he suddenly understood every word, as if that had always been his native tongue. It would have confused him deeply, but considering the fact that he was in a game, in a different body than his own, that circumstance could safely be tucked away under ‘weird magical stuff’.
Still moving on, Hinata listened to what he was told. It was here that he finally learned his own name, having missed it before. Ori. That was the name of the creature whose body he was borrowing. This was, supposedly, the hero of this story. And according to the mysterious voice, he had just found something important. Glancing ahead, he suddenly found a light source, lying on the ground, unmoving.
“This must be what the voice meant”, Hinata mumbled, carefully but curiously moving closer in an attempt to gauge the danger level this thing posed. Luckily enough, the light neither moved nor attempted to establish contact. It was simply a ball of light, very tiny and very fragile looking.
Until he attempted to pick it up.
As soon as his white paws had lifted the object, it started glowing brighter, releasing a shockwave of light. Hinata quickly lifted his arms to shield his eyes and his body, but the light was gone as quickly as it had come. Slowly lowering his arms again, he noticed the ball of light floating in front of him, seeming a little too alive for his tastes.
“My strength… is returning…”
It took a while for Hinata to process that the light had just spoken, but it did not seem to care much for that.
“I am Sein, the light and the eyes of the Spirit Tree”, it whispered, floating down as if to bow slightly. Not knowing how to respond to that, Hinata just returned the bow, waiting for more information. The orb did not disappoint.
“I was lost in this glen when she loosened her grip. I can guide you on your journey, if you allow me to come.”
“I would like that. My name is Hina- I mean, Ori”, he quickly corrected himself. It might not have mattered too much, but just in case, he decided to use the given name that the game would recognize. He still didn’t know what kind of magical force had transported him here and if it meant keeping everything stable and safe, choosing a new name for the duration seemed like a small prize.
“It is nice to meet you, Ori. But be still, can you hear that? They must have followed you here!”, the light warned.
Hinata almost wanted to ask what Sein meant by “her” and “they”, but he had no time to think about that as new creatures appeared. Inspecting them more closely, they seemed to be a mixture of a monkey and a frog and much like the rhino, they did not seem too friendly.
But this time, he was outnumbered. He would not get away with a wall stunt like before anymore. This time, he had to fight.
Balling his hands into fists, he charged towards the first creature, ready to swing, when Sein interrupted him.
“Ori! Use the spirit flame!”
“Great idea! … But how?”, Hinata questioned, stopping his charge just in time to dodge an attack.
“Think about it! Channel your thoughts and use my power to fight!”
What the hell does that mean?
Oh, how he wished he had any sort of controller now. This would probably be way easier if you could just punch a button to attack. But here, he would have to rely on his innate power alone. Taking a few steps back to gain some momentum, Hinata charged forwards again, focusing all of his thoughts on Sein and their words.
But nothing happened.
Which led to him crashing into the creature, getting hurt on impact. Pain shot through his whole body like lightning, but it passed as quickly as it had come. Quickly, Hinata heaved himself up again, refusing to let that affect him too much. He could hear Sein talking again, but he didn’t hear the words. He only felt a tugging sensation, pulling at his very core.
Tapping into that sensation, he realized he could use it, too. And suddenly, while thinking about unlocking the power, Sein glowed brighter, firing off two small flames that glowed the same ethereal light that the orb itself was made out of. The monkey-frog-creature got hit and stumbled back, apparently hurt.
It didn’t take long for Hinata to defeat the creatures, panting heavily after the last one had collapsed to the ground, disappearing and leaving yellow orbs behind.
“That… was AWESOME!”, he yelled happily, exhilaration taking fear’s place. Sein flickered a little and Hinata could feel their amusement.
“‘Their lights shall return to me’, these words the Spirit Tree once said. In the glade past the caverns we’ll find him, there’s a path up ahead!”, the orb explained. But Hinata was not done expressing his happiness yet.
“Did you see me, Sein? I was all like ‘whoosh’ and then you were like ‘pew pew pew’! We’re such a good team, you and I!”, he exclaimed, grinning up at the light like a madman.
“Indeed. But we have no time to waste, Ori. We need to get to the Spirit Tree to save this world!”
“Right, sorry. On we go!”
Travelling back and using Sein to destroy some of the spiky vines, collecting a light shard and revisiting his soul link, Hinata chose his first ability of many: Quick Flame. This ability empowered Sein to fire off three burst of their spirit flame, making combat a little easier.
But the more he pressed on, the more enemies he encountered. It seemed like the game had hidden a lot of them before he had gathered Sein and with them the ability to shoot. But now that he could, travelling through the Sunken Glades proved a lot tougher than before.
Fighting his way through and clearing more spiky plants, the pair came across a weird structure. Sein, who had been closely following Hinata, suddenly flew towards it. Hinata could tell that Sein had some explanation ready and once he thought about it, it wasnt unusual for them to explain every single thing. This was, after all, still a game. A game where the player would need explanations to be able to understand what was asked of them.
And it certainly didn’t hurt to have information, that much was obvious.
“Spirit wells are ancient structures that were used to quickly traverse all of Nibel. The light of the spirit wells will also replenish your strength whenever you are weary.”
Alright, so it’s a quick travel and a health restoration system. Got it.
“Okay. Let’s quickly do that and then head out to find that spirit tree thing.”
He could feel Sein wanting to say something, but the orb stayed quiet, only flickering a little in response.
After a little exploration and way too many enemies, Hinata dropped down into some sort of cave. The further he got, the more he felt like something was calling him, drawing him nearer to whatever lurked in the dark.
He probably should have been more careful, but since Sein stayed silent, Hinata pushed forward when he suddenly heard the deep voice again. It was the same one that had told him his name before picking up Sein, telling him about the fate of other creatures. Hinata thought it irrelevant, but only until he could see another one like himself before him.
Curiously, he stepped closer, reaching out to touch but phasing right through the strange and yet somehow familiar body. There were others like him, other white creatures. Were they his family?
Leaving the vision behind and moving forward yet again, Hinata found himself at the base of a tree-like structure. Sein flew towards it, explaining to Ori that the Spirit Tree was the reason everything was alive in this forest. But when it called out to him, he didn’t come, leaving the tree vulnerable to an attack.
“Now these ancestral trees are all that's left behind. Come closer now and feel the light of Fil, the spirit inside.”
Hinata could hear the sadness in Sein’s voice. The light seemed to have known Fil and maybe even more of their kind. Stepping closer and carefully running his hand over the bark, he could see tiny veins of light embedded into the wood.
“Who were they?”
“Fil was a great climber, always found high atop some tree or mountain. They enjoyed the freedom of height and the wind around their body, always striving to go higher. This power will now be yours, Ori, once you connect with your ancestor’s spirit.”
Hinata nodded once, as if to convince himself. Closing his eyes, he called out to Fil, praying to him and begging the spirit to let him use their power. For a moment, everything remained the same. But suddenly, Hinata was picked up and spun around, receiving the light of the tree that now looked full of life where it had been wilting before. Briefly, he could hear what he assumed to be Fil’s voice, telling him to be brave and free, before he was gently lowered to the ground and released again.
Sein remained quiet, instead opting to float towards a nearby wall, prompting Hinata to try his new wall climbing ability. It was surprisingly easy to do and Hinata wished he could have this kind of stamina for volleyball. Sure, he was already a powerhouse when it came to almost everything in life, but not even feeling any sort of strain was wonderful.
Climbing out of the little cave and progressing further, Hinata couldn’t help but think about his friends. Would they be okay? Had the storm messed with their minds as well? It was hard to think about, as one question tried to resurface again.
Would he even be okay after all this? Who was to say that he’d wake up from this game again, back to his own body in his own world? Maybe this was the afterlife and not a game as he’d initially thought.
Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts, he instead called out to Sein.
“Thank you for staying with me. It’s nice to know I have a friend at my side.”
Sein seemed pensive for a moment, but Hinata could feel their connection humming with warmth.
“You are not alone, Ori. Together, we can overcome anything. Do not worry.”
Sein’s words calmed his raging mind at least a little. True, he still couldn’t tell whether or not he had a life to come back to, but until that moment would come, he had work to do.
And he wasn’t about to let negativity get the better of him!
“What the fuck did I get myself into this time?” Kei muttered, holding what he had immediately recognized as a whip with a bamboo handle. If he had to guess, he’d say he got thrown into some sort of weird Indiana Jones spin-off game. The whip that he held in one hand gave him the ability to perform a double jump. Kei was unsure how that worked, but he really could jump again.
That would be so nice to have on the court…
He had just walked through what he recognized as the tutorial temple, only to find himself in front of a statue of a god called Altec that was talking down to him. Apparently it needed rescue and the player was the one to bring him liberty. The blonde immediately didn’t like that god, especially since he could see so many temples he would need to run through.
Hopefully he wouldn’t have to complete everything.
In front of him was a structure that seemed to be a fountain of some sort, just not for water but rather a magical force. To his left and right stood four pillars, seemingly increasing in difficulty. However, he was only able to choose the one whip he had equipped. Towering behind the fountain-like structure was a large purple portal. Kei guessed that touching that would teleport him into the first temple, considering that it only opened after he took the whip from the pedestal.
Carefully, he stepped in front of the portal, viewing the swirling of the purple magic with calculated doubt. What would happen to him once he stepped foot into an actual temple? Would he get hurt by traps? Would he die or would he respawn back at the fountain?
The doubt that had already festered inside his mind only grew. Although Kei would never admit that, he was afraid. He didn’t know where he was or how he got there, the means of escaping were also unclear and the question whether or not he would ever get out of here remained in the back of his head to ensure he wouldn’t get a panic attack right there.
Oh how he’d wish Yamaguchi was here! Or anyone, for that matter. In this case, he might even have tolerated Kageyama or Hinata if that meant having someone to talk to. But he was alone.
Taking a deep breath, Kei uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to the purple portal. The swirling magic seemed… alive, somehow, if that was even possible. He hesitantly reached out, watching the magic dance around his fingers, travelling up his arm. It was cool to the touch and seemed to try to pull him in.
Turning his head, his gaze fell upon a woman who seemed to be just some sort of illusion. Her body glowed purple and she introduced herself as Una. Kei almost thought he’d be able to at least talk to someone here, but unfortunately, Una seemed to be only an illusion of a past adventurer. She could talk, yes, but her lines were crafted and she didn’t even notice his presence. It was like a tape, replayable and unchanging.
Under normal circumstances, Una’s insight into this temple would probably have been interesting, but to Kei it was useless rambling about something he just wanted to get out of. Which is why he turned back to the portal and finally stepped into it.
Immediately, the world around him warped, throwing him into a swirl of purple, black and white, his body being moved towards darkness. That in itself would have already been scary for the average person, but as soon as Kei hit that darkness, his vision faded and alongside that, he fell unconscious.
When he awoke again, he was in a temple, surrounded by other people, glowing a light blue. They also held whips and seemed to have traversed the temple before him.
But that wasn’t what immediately held his focus.
Vomiting behind a pillar was not how he imagined this to begin, but the teleportation had not gone as smoothly as he had hoped. He felt absolutely terrible, feeling what was left from his lunch trying to reappear in broad daylight. Forcing it back down was not an option, which is why he let his stomach empty itself on the temple floor before wiping his mouth with his sleeve, stumbling forward a little to get away from the mess.
At least I don't seem to have a time limit…
Lowering himself to the ground, Kei rested for a while to calm his still angry stomach before slowly and carefully walking through the first room. There was another one of the pools he had already seen before teleporting, but he walked past it. There was no need to experience whatever that magic did to his body again.
“I’m lucky I don’t panic much”, the blonde mumbled, approaching an edge with a seemingly limitless bottom and two platforms with chests. They had already been opened and what Kei thought to be money was spread around them. Moving closer, he collected the money without needing to do anything. The coins flew towards him, getting absorbed into his body.
This is so weird. Why do I have to do this?
Cursing his entire existence, Kei took a few steps back before sprinting forwards to cross the gap before him. He managed quite easily, surprising even himself. Maybe he could actually do this!
… is what he thought for exactly ten seconds, before his life became a living hell.
Spike traps, swinging hammers, pitfalls, statues shooting darts, flying bombs and some sort of weird floating heads that followed him as soon as they noticed him. And to make matters worse, there was a guardian in the temple. A giant, green head that was periodically shooting out balls of poisonous gas that exploded shortly after.
Luckily, he had his whip. It wasn’t just a basic defense tool, it functioned as a grapple as well. Aiming at a wall, he could crack his whip and basically get dragged to that spot. The first few times, Kei felt like he got whiplash from the sheer power behind that drag, but at some point he grew accustomed to it.
Stepping into the third room, however, had unleashed hell upon him, making him face situations that were so unlike anything he had experienced before. His lungs were burning by the fifth room, having to dodge and jump so much that he was already out of breath. How the hell did their decoy do this so easily?
Cursing the fact that Hinata of all people crossed his mind, Kei dove down, narrowingly avoiding getting slammed with one of the giant swinging hammers. But lying down for too long was not something he could risk, as the head already charged up its attack again. This time, he was too slow, not managing to avoid the poisonous gas that made him choke. Tears formed in his eyes, but he managed to push through.
Fortunately for him, the gas didn’t immediately end him, but rather took some of his health, letting him escape while gritting his teeth to lessen the residual pain. It stung, but it was nothing he couldn't take. If blocking Ushijima’s spike was in his repertoire, surviving a little stinging was certainly no big deal. Even if he'd like to avoid another encounter with the balls of doom, as he swiftly called them.
After a few more rooms filled with deathly traps, Kei managed to come across a room that shut its door behind him, giving him some much needed rest. He had taken a little more damage than he really wanted, having gone down to only one of his hearts. He would have to be careful to avoid running out of health. He would probably respawn upon death, but knowing how fickle magic could be, the blonde did not want to risk that.
The room that he was in now acted like a safe zone of sorts, being filled with only one chest and a smaller version of the Altec statue that would grant him temporary powers in exchange for money he collected in the temple. Fortunately for Kei, he managed to get three upgrades, which consisted of more health, wings that would let him slowly glide to the ground and a faster dash.
The blonde was mostly excited about the wings. Having to jump down from dangerously high places was not on his list of fun things, even if he managed to avoid damage by rolling over upon landing. Kei would never like literally yeeting himself off tall buildings though.
Walking down the stairs in front of him, he could see the next chamber awaiting. Apparently, this first temple consisted only of two, but it could go as high as twelve consecutive chambers he would all have to clear in one go with just the health he had.
Suddenly, being greedy and taking detours for all of the money chests didn’t sound like that bad of an idea, even if it meant more traps.
Stepping through the door and preparing himself for more trap shenanigans, he began to think about his volleyball team. Would they face the same challenges? Or had they been split into many different worlds?
I wonder where Yamaguchi ended up…
While he ran through the rest of the temple, thoughts about his friends and his own fate kept rising up like bile. It was not time that made him shove them back down, as he had plenty of it during rooms where the traps were either very scarce or didn’t force him to immediately take action. The guardian was annoying but ultimately just that. Careful thinking made avoiding it so much easier.
“I can’t wait to get out of this soon…”
Una’s lifeless, almost transparent body could be found in the last room of the temple and it was almost a calming sight after all that trouble. Of course, her body being there was more akin to a sort of memory ghost, replaying one specific point of the past over and over again. But to Kei, it was the sight of a familiar concept that he could at least pretend to talk to.
The woman talked about her insights about the temple and Altec himself, making clear that this was no simple temple. The civilization behind this was large and full of culture, and although Una’s ghost didn’t share much, Kei couldn’t deny being at least a little interested. But he figured he’d get to know the history behind this as long as he found Una’s ghost a few more times.
At the end of the final chamber were very large stairs that made Kei tired just by looking at them. Atop the stairs was a relatively small pillar holding a golden statue that resembled some sort of warrior holding something to its mouth. The general look matched the one of the dart statues that tried to kill him constantly, making it perfectly clear that this warrior belonged to the old civilization behind these temples.
The blonde could deny it no longer, he was fully immersed now. History and civilizations had always been an interest of him, to the point of wanting to pursue some sort of career in that field. Sure, he was mostly interested in dinosaurs and everything that belonged to them, but actively exploring what seemed to be a centuries old culture was… thrilling, to be completely honest.
Kei had seen weird symbols before and only now did he realize that he was probably witnessing a language he could not speak nor read. The golden tablets on the walls of the starting room that he dismissed as random scribbles told a story that escaped his knowledge.
At least for now.
The blonde argued that he could at least try to decipher some of the symbols if he had to spend a significant amount of time anyways. Then, he scolded himself for even defending his interests. No one was here anyways, what did he have to hide?
Collecting the relic, Kei was transported back to the main room, experiencing the same amount of nausea as the first time he was teleported. Would he ever get used to that? The relic vanished from his hand, only to land on top of the very first pedestal, where he got his current whip from.
The small fire bowls lit up, glowing with a green fire, apparently symbolizing the achievement Kei had just made. Looking around at the other pedestals, the middle blocker realized with a groan that he’d have to run through 23 more temples at least. And upon closer inspection, he could see even more pedestals in the distance, even if they seemed to belong to another sort of game mode.
Taking a deep breath, Kei grabbed the next whip and prepared to run through yet another temple filled with death traps, endless falls and unfair guardians. One thought was constantly running through his mind, fueling his determination and briefly making him forget his aching body.
Hello everyone! This is not yet the first chapter of the story idea mentioned in my last post, as I have a question for you beforehand :D
However, work on the chapter is progressing, as is my ever growing wish to share it with you :P
I'm torn on how I should upload the story. Which is why I'm turning to you guys for help ^^
Would you rather have shorter chapters that focus on one long or two short games? Or would you enjoy longer chapters with more variety and potentially more characters? Or do you not care at all? :D
Please help me settle the inner dispute. Thank you!
What would you enjoy?
Shorter chapters with less variety but faster uploads.
Longer chapters with more variety but slower uploads.
I'm currently planning a story that will be split into a few chapters. The idea has literally invaded my brain yesterday and I've had to get up to write that down before being able to sleep.
For this idea I would appreciate your input!
The story features multiple Haikyuu characters (already included ones are tagged below) being forced to play through games (I know, very basic, but I dont want to spoil much :P).
What games and/or characters would you like to see featured?
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Updated: 30.05.2025
Anime:
Free! Iwatobi Swim Club (watched season 1 up until episode 7 ages ago)
Haikyuu!! (completed the anime, have not watched the movie)
Studio Ghibli works (If you request anything, please specify the movie!)
Games:
Baldur's Gate 3
Closer the Distance (finished first arc, halfway to second)
Detroit: Become Human
Hades (I and II, although I haven't finished II)
Obey Me! (Lesson 8)
Persona 4 & 5 (completed 4, only finished first dungeon in 5)
Professor Layton
Sonic the Hedgehog
Undertale
Movies & TV-Shows:
Avatar - The Last Airbender
Criminal Minds
Harry Potter
Lazy Town
Rise of the Guardians
Star Trek
Steven Universe
Supernatural (watched until about half of season two, need to get back into it)
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Finished Haikyuu's season four about a week ago. Now I just need to watch the first movie and wait (more or less) patiently for the second. I've thought about getting the mangas, but I don't know if it'll be as good as an animated series. To be honest, I might not be able to follow the games as well...
Honestly loving the energy of the stageplays, btw. I might not understand a single sentence (my japanese is far too basic to understand anything), but what little I gathered, it's kind of the story on crack. And I love every single second of it. :D
Especially since we get to see more of Ennoshita! Not gonna lie, I felt like the second-years had a very harsh separation between Noya and Tanaka and "the rest", which felt... unfair?
... did anyone else randomly decide to learn japanese to one day hopefully understand the stageplays? No? Just me?
Summary: After yet another (not so serious) argument between Kageyama and Hinata, Daichi comes up with a way to knock some sense into everyone by giving them a new perspective.
Word count: 2058
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“Can you at least try to be a good player, for once?” Kageyama's voice, clearly irritated, boomed through the hall. “It’s not that hard!”
Hinata, who had just failed to reach the ball that Kageyama had set just a little too high for him, immediately let himself get provoked by the statement and whirled around before he even reached the ground again.
“If it wasn’t for your shitty setup, I would’ve gotten that one easily! I thought you were supposed to be the best?”
“Yeah right. Like I was at fault here, you little-”
The sound of a loud clap echoing through the room got everyone’s attention, interrupting Kageyama mid-sentence. Hinata, knowing better than to anger their captain too much, only stuck out his tongue before almost sprinting to Daichi, who had demanded their attention in the first place. After everyone was sitting neatly in a half circle, seemingly ready to receive information, Daichi sighed.
“Seems like we’re having a little bit of an off day today, hm?”
Several people reacted to that, though nobody dared interrupt their captain. Kageyama and Hinata glanced at each other, both sharing that competitive look that was almost never gone from their faces whenever they practised together. Noya and Tanaka grinned, although sheepishly, while Suga held back a chuckle at the way Tsukishima observed the two hotheads. Daichi sighed, trying but failing to hold back a small smile himself.
“Lucky for you, I already have an idea. We’re going to train a little differently from now on until the end of today’s practice.”
Without explaining further, he reached for a little pouch that nobody had even seen appear. The only people reacting with something other than confusion were the second- and third-years, although their faces couldn’t have been more different.
Asahi looked like he wanted to flee the gym right then and there, while Suga was his usual beaming, happy self. Noya and Tanaka shared a look, grinning from one ear to the other, while Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita just smiled fondly.
“It’s been a while since we’ve done that. I can’t believe you’ve waited so long to finally use it again”, the grey-haired setter laughed, earning himself a warning look. Kageyama dared to look at the other first-years for an explanation, almost laughing at the confused and somewhat disgusted face that their middle blocker was pulling.
Nobody had been on their A-game during practice so far. Yamaguchi had tried to hit a perfect float serve and proceeded to nail Hinata in the back of his head with it. Ennoshita had watched the ball he was supposed to receive fall to the ground. Tanaka had successfully blocked a ball… with his face. Even Tsukishima had made a mistake, stumbling while trying to move to block Hinata’s spike. His ankle gave way and twisted sideways, sending him down to the ground. In a vain attempt to steady himself, he had gripped tightly onto Daichi’s arm, taking the captain down with him.
“Since some of you seem to think that their role is the only difficult one on the team, we’re going to be mixing it up a little. I’ve filled this bag with positions. Every single one of you is going to pull their new position and then we’re playing with those new teams.”
Several teammates groaned at that, even if their smiles betrayed them. Daichi shot them all a glare, making almost everyone fall silent. Only Suga kept giggling softly, but since the setter tried to stifle it with his wrist, Daichi decided to let it slide.
“I don’t want to hear any complaints about your new positions. Think of it as a change of perspective. Every single member on this team, no matter the position, is valuable and strong.”
Nothing was said for a minute, an almost mellow silence threatening to spread. Noya jumped up, his usual energetic self, and pumped a fist into the air.
“Let’s get going then! I can’t wait to beat all of you!”
Daichi chuckled and held the bag open just enough for Noya to pull out a small piece of paper. Even though this was just practice, to Hinata it felt like an actual game with actual stakes at risk. Somehow, he wanted to win this new version even more than the practice game before and one look at Kageyama confirmed that he felt the same.
“I’m a setter!” Noya exclaimed, seemingly excited to have pulled something different from his usual position. Running off to the volleyball bin, he started practising immediately. Daichi shook his head affectionately and allowed everyone else to pull their new positions as well. He had made sure to balance the positions out so that there would be two equal teams at the end. It would not allow for everyone to truly have a completely different position, but it was a start.
The captain was aiming at something else, anyways.
Suga was the last to pull a position and the face he made after reading told Daichi all he needed to know. He couldn't help a small chuckle followed by a sigh after reading his new role.
“Any way I can sit this one out?”
Daichi’s stern look was his only answer. Suga only shrugged and moved to the field.
“Eh, worth a try.”
To say that practice was a lot more chaotic than before was an understatement. Several people had problems adapting to their new role, some of them trying to pull off advanced moves without the right technique while others just tried to attract as little attention to themselves as possible.
The teams were mixed up quite well, but Kageyama and Hinata not being on the same team made both of them a little nervous. Hinata was fidgeting around and while Kageyama showed no obvious reaction, the little tells exposed him. Daichi, in an effort to calm down, reminded himself that Ukai would’ve approved of his idea. Their coach was the one who reassured the captain that not every training had to be by the book to ensure improvement. And while the position-switching was far from a new invention, Suga had been right to note that it had been a while. In his position as captain, he had never made use of it before.
Daichi himself had pulled middle blocker and was joined by Kageyama, Tanaka, Narita, Tsukishima and Suga. Against them stood Ennoshita, Kinoshita, Hinata, Noya, Asahi and Yamaguchi. Tanaka and Hinata were both dealt the position of the libero. Noya had given them both exactly one piece of advice and Daichi had to refrain from smiling like an idiot as he recalled it.
“Just don’t let the ball drop and you’ll be fine”, Noya had grinned, as if that had been necessary to say. Tanaka’s only problem was that he had to refrain from attacking and that caused him to often lose his focus. Hinata, though…
To say he had no easy task was an understatement. He was still average with his receive and not being able to use his speed and jump to attack was restraining him in a way he didn’t particularly like. Moving to the ball was not the problem, reacting to it properly was.
Additionally, much to Hinata's dismay, Kageyama had taken over his position as middle blocker and he was doing a fine job. The only problem he had was trying to get out of the setter mindset, as he overanalyzed every step of his own teammates. Daichi managed to pull him out of his head enough to focus on his task, though. Although Kageyama would never say that out loud, his appreciation for Hinata only grew.
Tsukishima complained quite a lot, although quietly. Suga had given him little snippets of advice throughout, but setting was just not his strength and he grew increasingly frustrated with his own ability. What confused everyone else more than anything, however, was Suga’s progressively growing irritation. The silver-haired setter was obviously far from happy with his new role and while no one dared to say anything, Suga had a little more space surrounding him than anyone else on the field. No one needed a reminder why you should never truly anger the vice captain.
The only other one that was overwhelmed with his role was Noya. Setting was quite literally not in his nature as a libero, but he was having fun. Every failed attempt was fuel to the already brightly burning fire inside Noya’s heart. He was always about trying to get better, not about recounting the failures and beating himself up about it. Shimizu and Yachi were counting the points and talking about the progress everyone had made since their last official game.
“I’m so sorry, that was my fault”, Hinata apologized for the umpteenth time after yet again failing to properly receive Suga’s serve. Ennoshita placed a hand on his shoulder and reaffirmed that it was fine, when Kageyama spoke up.
“Hinata, you idiot. This is the fourth time in a row! Are you even trying?”
A collective sigh went through the gym.
“Here we go again…”, Asahi commented, making Kinoshita, who was standing next to him with the volleyball in hand, shake his head in disbelief.
“It’s astonishing how much those two can fight, really. You’d think they’d finally run out of topics to argue about.” Kinoshita turned to look at their ace who rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“Seems like they’ll surprise us time and time again”, Asahi chuckled before moving back to his actual position. Kinoshita followed suit after throwing the ball back to Suga, who yet again had to serve as no point switch had occurred. Kageyama and Hinata were still bickering, but Daichi quickly stepped in and put an end to it.
Hinata breathed deeply, trying to concentrate again. He absolutely could not lose against Kageyama. He HAD to receive that next serve flawlessly, no matter how difficult it would be. It might not have mattered as much, but to him this was his last chance. Screwing up now would mean his ultimate defeat.
Suga readied himself on the other side of the field. Hinata focused on the ball alone and watched like a hawk, not even blinking anymore. Suga’s hand connected to the ball, propelling it forward, sending it over the net directly at Hinata. And as the ball neared the ground with deadly speed, Hinata felt his pulse suddenly calm down considerably.
Now was his chance.
His chance to show that he was not the helpless small player everyone besides his teammates always made him out to be before matches. His chance to prove his attack wasn’t the only thing he could do. His chance to prove to Kageyama that he was not useless anymore.
“Roooooolling Thuuuunder!!!” he exclaimed, performing the exact same move that was usually reserved for Noya. It was risky, it was absolutely uncalled for and yet…
“No freaking way! He actually pulled it off!”
Tanaka’s astonished voice made Hinata’s impact with the ground at least a little less painful as pride flooded his system. He might not have been as graceful and as efficient as Noya, but the libero turned spiker still rushed to him, completely thrilled. The ball plopped to the ground as no one was there to spike it anymore, but that mattered little. Daichi whistled lowly, almost respectfully, before stepping out of the way of Tanaka. Had he not reacted as quickly, he might’ve been collateral now.
Hinata’s smile was contagious and paired with Noya’s eyes, shining so bright with a combination of honor and exhilaration, it soon made everybody forget their actual practice game. Even Kageyama looked stunned, his mouth opened, if only slightly so. Daichi felt an arm on his shoulder and turned his head to look at Suga who was smiling fondly while watching Hinata gloat to Kageyama.
“You know, I never actually need to worry about those two. Their competitive nature always brings out the best in them.”
Daichi nodded, taking in the scene in front of him. Hinata was currently caught in Tanaka’s arms. The second-year was ruffling through the ginger’s hair, almost yelling praises.
Somewhere in the background, Tsukishima pushed up his glasses to hide any and all emotion while Yamaguchi smiled contently.
“Seems like Hinata can actually manage everything he puts his mind to, right Tsukki?”
Hello! It’s been a hot minute since I last posted anything here. Life happened, as it tends to do. Sorry if anyone expected a sooner update, accidents, injuries and a buttload of work and uni has prevented me from doing anything fun last year. I’ve only just recently managed to get back into fun things, which brings me to this post’s topic!
Haikyuu! :D
It’s a show I randomly started watching like a week ago on Netflix, binging it to the point where I already have a lot of ideas for little imagines and fanfics. I’m only on season four right now, so please no spoilers!
I absolutely adore it and I have to admit that it’s the first one I actually enjoy dubbed. Usually, I’m not a big fan of dubs, but they’ve done so well and I love the voice they’ve chosen for my favorite character :3
I’ve decided that I want to write a little for this fandom and I hope that you find at least a little entertainment from my works.
I thought I could start with a little bit of an “imagine …” type work, which is this post here! Because while playing Beat Saber, I had a small little idea and I couldn’t possibly not share it with you :D
(Obvious disclaimer being obvious, English is not my first language and it’s been a while since I’ve written any sort of story. It might not be absolutely accurate, both grammatically and content-wise. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!)
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Imagine the Karasuno boys planning a sleepover at Suga’s place where everybody is kinda forced to be there (because let’s be honest, otherwise Tsukki might not even come). Tanaka, being the force of nature that he is, brings his VR setup and suggests Beat Saber as a way to pass time. Noya is hyped immediately, the rest is more or less okay with it.
Daichi would have to go first, as he’s the captain. He’d do fairly well, even with quicker blocks and ones where you have to follow a line to the next one. Against his expectations, he’s kinda having fun. But halfway through the third song, he has to stop to go lay down, as motion sickness hits him like a truck. Several people scramble backwards to avoid an accidental spill, but Daichi can keep it in (unlike Hinata before an important match). Suga guides him to the futons, makes him some tea and drapes a blanket over him, while Tanaka fetches a bucket just in case.
Suga is next in line of their hierarchy, meaning he’s also the next player. I feel like he would happily sacrifice some difficulty to be able to have fun, dance and maybe even sing along, depending on how much air he has left. The always cheerful vice captain would not be opposed to showing off a little, though, choosing a harder song for his third and last one. Everyone is baffled when the silver-haired setter suddenly gets serious, but after the song ends, Suga is all smiles again, handing the VR headset to Asahi and settling down next to Noya.
Asahi is… a little overwhelmed, to say the least. It takes him a song to even start hitting any blocks, as he’s too busy trying to dodge them. Whenever there’s any red walls, he avoids them like the plague after accidentally headbutting one and getting stuck in the weird distorted version of the song. He got scared, who can blame him. After he gets the hang of things, it doesn’t get better. His height and long limbs make flailing around much more problematic and after a collection of decorations shatters into pieces, he’s banned from attempting a third song. Of course Suga is the one to clean up again, although Ennoshita quickly joins him.
Next up is Noya, who has problems finding the controllers after prematurely pulling down the headset. He ends up hitting Tanaka and stumbling into Tsukishima, who just got up to get a drink. Said drink is immediately spilled over the blonde’s shirt, who grumbles a little but refrains from making a big fuss out of it. He’s got a spare shirt with him anyways. When Noya finally starts a song, it’s immediately obvious how energetic the libero is. He’s moving around WAY too much and ends up losing his sense of surroundings, making him crash backwards, directly onto Asahi’s lap. The ace catches him and Daichi, who has just gotten back up, decides that Noya’s probably had enough. Especially since Suga’s neighbors likely would at some point mind if their volume remained on Noya’s level.
Tanaka, the mastermind behind the idea, obviously has some sort of experience playing this game. He’s quick to choose two songs that he manages quite well, where he can show off. However, there was one thing he didn’t reckon with. Karasuno’s members have waited for a while to get a chance to pay Tanaka back for all the little pranks, the weird behaviour in front of other teams and him pulling his shirt off when he feels like it. Before Tanaka can even choose his third song, there’s hands everywhere, poking and distracting him and ultimately making him fail the song. Suga just sighs deeply and already internally phrases an apology letter to his neighbors when Tanaka starts to yell at everybody. Daichi and Ennoshita shut it down quickly though.
Ennoshita would be a little hesitant to try, but he’s not one to back down from a challenge. Not anymore. And surprisingly, he’s actually having a lot of fun! He doesn’t move much more than he needs to and it helps him achieve a higher level of focus that he usually only gets when he’s switched in during actual volleyball games. The adrenaline rush he has after finishing a song is remarkably close to the feeling he had when they played against Wakutani Minami, with him subbing in for Daichi after the captain’s injury.
Kinoshita enjoys poking fun at others much more than actually playing. He's not doing particularly badly, but he doesn't have a lot of fun with it. Sleepovers, per his definition, are supposed to be cozy and this is quite literally the opposite. He doesn't want to exhaust himself too much, but he pushes through, huffing with mild annoyance while sitting down after the third song.
Narita has absolutely no sense of rhythm. He’s trying his best but with the game being a rhythm-oriented game, the middle blocker is fighting with even getting the basic timing right. What comes much more naturally to the others is hard for him and he feels bad for it and almost wants to skip his second and third song, until he hears Hinata cheer for him. His fellow middle blocker exclaims that it’s inspiring to watch him try his best even though he is at a disadvantage. Fueled by this, he finishes all three songs and then happily plops down between Kinoshita and Hinata, ruffling through the latter’s hair as a silent thank you.
Kageyama is a little stiff at the beginning, having to be instructed on how to even choose a song. He sets the difficulty to hard at first, but after a teasing remark from Hinata, he ups it to expert+, the highest difficulty. The others almost expect him to fail, but to their surprise, it seems like Hinata has fueled his competitive drive. After almost acing three songs, Kageyama pulls the headset off, sending a smug grin to Hinata.
Hinata would be fine with fast songs, able to keep up with the tempo easily. He LOVES the fact that he can easily duck under the red walls due to his height. It’s the only time where it really benefits him and he adores the excited murmurs around him. Weeks of dodging Kageyama’s anger have made him flexible enough to be able to fully drop down to the floor and be right back up like nothing happened. However, his technique is definitely still lacking, leading to him injuring his arm after song number two. It’s not badly hurt, but he needs some ice and is temporarily benched from playing any further. If it were up to him, he’d keep playing, but since Daichi recommends against it and even Tsukishima refrains from saying something rude, he accepts his fate.
Tsukishima has slight problems with his sight, as he really does need his glasses after all. Since it’s not his VR, he does not have the custom made lenses fitted for his eyesight. He manages, but he’s not doing particularly well and it bothers him like hell. A teasing remark from Hinata and Noya has him huffing, giving up his game privilege after only one song, excusing himself with the fact that he’s getting a headache without the glasses. The others can see through his facade, but no one comments on it any further.
Yamaguchi is the last one to try. He manages to play on a harder difficulty, but only barely. His little giggles (that he doesn’t even know come out of his mouth) clue everybody in on his level of fun and had anyone even dared to look in Tsukishima's direction, they would’ve seen the tiniest of smiles form. He values slower songs that give him room to breathe and have fun, not unlike Suga, but he doesn’t have quite as much stamina and flexibility as the older setter.
Exhausted from their shenanigans, they soon turn to bed. There’s a little fighting over who gets to sleep where, but eventually there’s a quiet peace spreading through the room. Quiet breathing can be heard, as well as rustling here and there. Suddenly, there’s movement. Quiet footsteps sneak out of the room and into the living room, starting up the game again. Grumbling can be heard, mostly directed at themself, as the headset is pulled over the person’s face and the controllers are being secured tightly.
Summary: When Minho struggles with a new dance routine, Key steps in to help him out. Minho ends up being a little too eager and competitive (who would’ve guessed) and Key happily resumes his role as the resident diva.
(Or: Minho being a little too distracted and Key being a little shit.)
Raising an eyebrow, Kibum made it a point to decrease his walking speed even further, lingering just a tad too long on one foot to even be considered walking anymore. The high-pitched giggles that followed were proof enough that Minho wasn’t at all mad. It was a normal occurrence for them to bicker like siblings, he’d be more worried if Minho suddenly didn’t tease and nag about every single thing he did. He would never tell him that though, he wasn’t crazy.
Kibum dropped his bag on the couch located in the back of the room and wandered over to the music system. They had met today to go over the dance routine of their latest song as Minho still had some problems. Usually, he would try to figure it out on his own, even if it would take longer. He had always been way too competitive for his own good.
Because when Kibum had encountered him a few days ago after about three hours of practice, fuming with rage and desperately trying to get the choreography right, he knew he had to step in. The rapper had looked like he’d collapse any second, knees trembling and muscles clearly struggling from overuse. It had been a long time since Kibum had seen Minho this exhausted, but the fire in his eyes told a completely different story.
He quickly shook his head to get the pictures out of his mind. It had already been distracting enough to remember that same fire when he went to sleep that evening. He really didn’t need a deja-vu of that happening right now.
“I hope you’re ready for this. I’m not going to go easy on you just because you struggle,” he warned, shooting the other man a glance from below. Minho’s charismatic grin told him enough and he rolled his eyes before selecting the song and adjusting the volume accordingly.
“Could you show me the steps again? I think I might be able to learn it better if I have the correct moves in mind,” Minho asked and Kibum nodded absentmindedly, stare still focused on the settings before he reached for the remote and positioned himself in the middle of the room. A quick press of a button later the music started up and Kibum quickly took a deep breath before falling into the flow of the rhythm and dancing the choreography like it was no trouble at all.
Dancing had always been a strong suit of his. Whether it was dance routines of female idol groups or the ones from their own songs, he was always giving a hundred percent when it mattered. It was freeing to him, to be able to express emotion and energy through the movement of one’s own body. It made him feel confident and strong in a different way. He might not have a physique like Minho or raw talent like Taemin but that didn’t matter to him. Every member of Shinee had their own strengths and weaknesses and since they had been doing this for so long, their roles came to them naturally.
So lost in his trance, Kibum didn’t notice Minho’s gaze full of mixed feelings trained on his figure. The athletic idol was transfixed by the fluidity and grace with which Kibum’s body was moving. Once he had performed the last dance step, Kibum slowly lost the focus he had been in when Minho began clapping, commemorating the performance.
“It looks so easy and graceful when you do it,” he praised, a proud look in his eyes that made Kibum look away. For some reason, his usual snark was absent after such a sincere compliment. Was he getting soft?
“Let’s get started. I don’t have all day.”
It didn’t go well. They were currently one hour into practice and Kibum was ready to throw hands. Minho kept making the same mistakes and every time he would cuss more or less quietly through clenched teeth until Kibum couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let’s take a break. You need to clear your head and I need my coffee before I kill you,” Kibum explained and walked over to his bag to grab the thermos he had luckily remembered to bring. The coffee inside was miraculously still hot and Kibum thanked the gods for that. There was nothing worse than cold coffee if you’re really craving a hot one.
Minho’s stifled groan, low and dangerous, drew Kibum’s attention to him. His face was visibly flushed, more so than usual for the athletic idol. It was a rare sight and Kibum could feel his pulse quicken, although he didn’t know why. Or rather, he didn’t want to acknowledge why. The taller man had let himself fall onto the couch next to Kibum’s bag and by the looks of it, he was very much exhausted.
“You’re really not going easy on me today,” Minho managed to say in between breaths of air, his voice raspy.
“Don’t tell me the great and athletic Choi Minho is getting tired from a little dancing?” Kibum teased, a strong hint of sarcasm in his voice. For some bizarre reason, he felt like he was on fire, burning from the inside out. Quickly, he took a sip from the coffee, almost burning his tongue in the process. Since when did he feel anything else but annoyance and some sort of familiar love for his fellow idol?
“Not a chance, Kibum. I’m just working harder than you, that’s all.”
“Not my fault if you always feel like you need to overdo the moves. A good dancer knows when to exaggerate and when to minimize,” he shot back, his eyes cast down to the remote to rewind the song again while sitting down next to Minho.
“Well, it’s nice to have a good dancer at my side then.”
Kibum jumped violently when he felt hot breath on his ear, his fellow idol suddenly a lot closer than he’d usually be. Wide-eyed, he looked at Minho only to get trapped in the stare directed at him. To make a point, Kibum moved away from the couch and positioned himself back in the middle of the dance floor, motioning for Minho to join him.
A warm and dangerous chuckle reached Kibum’s ears and he had to suppress a shiver threatening to run down his spine. He desperately tried to keep up his unbothered appearance but deep down he knew that Minho and him had spent too much time together throughout the years. Minho would be able to read him like a book, if he wasn’t already doing that.
“Get your ass back on the dance floor, I don’t have all day,” he ordered, hating the way his voice wavered slightly.
“I know you do. I checked your schedule,” Minho chuckled.
“My schedule doesn’t have to be filled for me to not want to spend time with you.”
Minho sighed, hurt flashing across his eyes for a second too long to go unnoticed.
“Duly noted.”
With that, the slightly younger idol heaved himself out of the sofa and proceeded to get back into a working mindset.
It took a while for him to notice something was off, but at some point Kibum couldn’t help but feel like Minho wasn’t fully present. It was weird to see him anything but completely concentrated and it somehow felt… wrong.
He was making mistakes on parts so easy Kibum was surprised Minho could even do wrong there. The slightly taller idol was usually very conscious of his body and the way it could be moved, which is why it was both concerning and surprising that he suddenly seemed to have lost almost full control of his limbs.
They were progressing only slowly. At this rate, they wouldn’t be able to shoot the MV at the end of the week and knowing their tight schedule, this would disrupt everything and earn them a lot of trouble with their manager. Minho would have to explain the situation to Jinki and Taemin and apologize for being unprepared.
And yet… Kibum had little problem with that future.
With every mistake, he had to stop himself from firing snarky comments, fully aware of the fact that Minho would flip at some point. While it was definitely refreshing and even entertaining to see the usually multi-talented idol fail, Kibum had an interest in actually teaching Minho what he couldn’t achieve on his own.
After all, it would be something to rub in his face if Minho was being a nuisance again and Kibum never failed to take such a chance. He’d just wait a tiny bit longer to have fun and then actually help him.
It was when Minho fell after a turn he took too quickly that Kibum couldn’t hold back anymore. A gasp of pain and surprise could be heard when Minho collided with the floor and for the first few seconds he didn’t move, too exhausted to even be pissed. After a few seconds, he finally found the strength to prop himself up on his hands, leaning back in the process. Kibum’s gaze wandered south from his face for about a second before he had himself under control again.
“I can’t work with you if you’re like this. What’s got you so distracted?” Kibum nagged, adding a little whine to his words to cover up his weird behavior.
“You wouldn’t want to know, believe me,” Minho growled, still on the floor but somehow managing to give off the kind of dominant vibe that made Kibum’s knees weak.
“You just don’t have a sophisticated answer, which means you’re dodging my question,” he shot back, secretly enjoying the way Minho’s eyes narrowed. Kibum’s heart was fluttering, his breathing was elevated and yet, somehow, he didn’t wish to kill Minho for once.
“You really shouldn’t test me right now, Kibum. I might cross a boundary none of us wants to see crossed.”
Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he decided to ignore his rapidly beating heart to act as cocky as he possibly could. Slowly, he leaned in and whispered into Minho’s ear, enjoying the goosebumps appearing on Minho’s skin.
“To cross that boundary, you’d have to reach it first. That is, if you’re not too slow to catch me.“
With that he all but bolted out of the dance studio, pushing past slightly confused employees in the hallways and making sure he took as many turns as he could. He already had a safe space in mind; a room that would shield him from the consequences of his actions. In theory, he should be able to get away in time for Minho to be left behind, confused and unable to find him.
However, if the sound of the dance studio door slamming harshly against the wall was any indication, Minho had already gotten over the shock and was now hot on his heels and already taking the challenge way too seriously.
And there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that he was fueled by the competitive fire and the adrenaline coursing through his system. If Choi Minho had set his sights on something, he would not stop until he had was he was striving for.
Would he have looked back, Kibum would have seen the poor people on their floor backing up into the walls quickly once Minho was near. But since he was just a bit too focused on not getting caught, he ignored his curiosity for the time being, no matter how hard that actually was.
He knew that if he was caught, he’d regret being the little shit he had been all day. Even before their personal dance lesson, he had managed to annoy Minho on a TV-show and later on even in their meeting with their manager. The look of warning that Minho had shot him multiple times had only seemed to fuel Kibum’s inner diva.
Rounding a corner, he could see his safe haven approaching. He just had to get inside the dressing room and lock the door, then he would be safe from Minho’s wrath. Ignoring the stomping noises that were steadily drawing nearer, Kibum dove into the small dressing room and slammed the door shut, turning the locking mechanism as soon as the door was fully closed.
He sank down to the floor, sprawling out almost immediately and enjoying the cold floor cooling down his overheating body. His lungs were burning and screaming for oxygen, which he was more than happy to provide. His heart was hammering in his chest and the adrenaline kept him on high alert. Every single noise made him perk up, always fearing that Minho might have found a way inside. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d break a door down to get what he wants.
God, why do I do this to myself…
Kibum usually hated unnecessary exercise and only really enjoyed dancing, but sometimes you just had to make an effort to annoy your friends. Especially if you’re not even sure anymore whether you can still call them a friend. The silence of the dressing room would have been unbearable, but the blood rushing in his ears prevented any kind of silence from taking place.
He was safe, he reminded himself. Minho wouldn’t be able to get into the small dressing room without damaging company property and that would hopefully stop him from even considering that option. Kibum at least hoped that to be the case. But it did nothing for his poor heart that still thumped aggressively in his chest, threatening to jump out of his rib cage if provoked any further.
As much as he wanted to blame his condition on the limited amount of sprinting he just did, he knew deep down that there was another reason. For quite some time now, Kibum had experienced… different thoughts when looking at Minho. He had always thought of the athletic idol as conventionally attractive, that was never a question. But recently, he had begun viewing him in a different light.
Initially, Kibum resented himself for this. They should be friends, nothing more. But as more time passed, he couldn’t shove down his feelings anymore. To avoid Minho would mean to avoid being Shinee and he couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to do that. But it was impossible to get over his feelings and forget about them when he had to see the idol all the time.
Loud banging on the dressing room door nearly gave him a heart attack but it also managed to yank him out of his spiraling thoughts, clearing his head at least minimally. With wide eyes, Kibum stared at the door, half expecting Minho to just break it down at this point.
When the doorknob turned, he had high hopes of escaping whatever would be in store for him. He had closed and locked the door, he was sure about that. But the feeling of superiority left when the door simply opened, revealing a very pissed off looking Minho, who just entered the room, now standing above him with an unreadable expression.
The way that Minho was towering over him was equally scary and strangely exciting and Kibum could feel a shiver shoot down his spine. He realized he was royally screwed when Minho abruptly pulled the door closed and locked it behind him, putting the key in his pocket and looking down on him with a gaze that basically screamed he was in trouble. Kibum just wasn’t sure whether it was good or bad trouble.
Kibum preemptively propped himself up so he could crawl backwards and somehow escape, even though the chance for that to happen was very slim. Minho was focused now, slowly stalking closer and just watching him with that damn gaze. Kibum wouldn’t be able to catch him off-guard again like he did in the dance studio.
And before he could even think about a way to escape, Minho had lowered himself to the floor and was now sitting on his legs, supporting himself by leaning on the hands placed either side of Kibum’s face, effectively hovering over him. God, how he wanted to kiss those lips. They were so close to each other; all he had to do was lean up.
And when he thought about it... what exactly was he waiting for, anyways?
Taking a chance, Kibum acted on instinct and leaned forward, closing the distance to capture Minho’s lips with his own. It felt strangely right to do this, as if his subconscious had already known for a long time that he would belong here. It was exhilarating and exciting, easily making him a bit lightheaded once every thought in his head was finally making sense or shutting up. Because of this, it took him a bit to realize something.
Minho was kissing him back.
Breaking apart for air, the two of them were left staring at each other. Minho’s eyes were wide, as if he still hadn’t fully processed what just happened. But Kibum could feel the strong arm around his back, supporting his weight with ease and not once threatening to let him fall. But Minho remained silent, his breath labored. The kiss had to have meant something, right?
“For god’s sake, just say something!” he demanded, distressed and worried. He was just waiting for the storm to break loose; the tension was too much for his poor, overwhelmed brain. Regret manifested inside of him; if he didn’t come here, he wouldn’t have been subjected to whatever energy Minho was giving off. Why did he have to propose the idea of training together?
And more importantly, why did he have to initiate a kiss?
And if Minho didn’t mean it, why did he kiss him back?
“That was… something. Not at all what I was expecting, though,” Minho managed to say after too many minutes of silence, emotions flickering wildly in his eyes.
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
“No... you don’t.”
Kibum knew he was pushing his luck, but at this point it didn’t matter. They had kissed and now they needed to talk about it like adults before it would compromise their ability to function as a group.
“What does this mean now? The kiss, I mean,” Kibum heard himself asking.
“What do you want it to mean?” Minho had started fidgeting with his hands, something he only did when incredibly nervous.
“I think my intentions were pretty clear, don’t you?” Kibum shot back with an amused smile which made Minho laugh and shake his head.
The sound of buzzing made both heads turn to Kibum’s phone, laying on the side after having been carelessly thrown aside when he had stumbled into the room and collapsed. A quick look confirmed that it was Taemin, with whom Kibum had agreed to meet after dance practice.
“I need to go. But we’ll talk about this, right?” he wanted to know, eager to make this an official thing but also apprehensive to know Minho’s final decision.
“Yeah. See you tomorrow,” Minho rasped out, his voice deepened by what was clearly a form of desire. Kibum felt another shiver run down his spine and he could only watch as Minho slowly, almost reluctantly, backed up. He was gone soon after.
And as much as he had always asserted that he would never ever be anything more than a friend to Minho, he had to accept one thing: He loved this dork, as painful as that realization might be. And apparently, that dork felt the same, judging by the look in his eyes and the way his lips had moved against Kibum’s own, hungry and longing.
When Kibum entered the studio the next day to meet up for the final rehearsal, he was sure he’d kill Minho. He was twirling through the room, on his own, perfectly following the choreography down to the last detail, obviously reveling in the way his body was almost moving on its own. It seemed graceful, effortless and generally everything Minho had been missing the last two times. It made Kibum question whether he had ever needed any help at all.
When Minho noticed Kibum standing there after the song had ended, he grinned and winked.
“What can I say, I followed your body rhythm,” he said before Taemin and Jinki entered the room alongside a few backup dancers, making it impossible for Kibum to react to the situation. But he was going to make sure Minho would regret that later.
Thank you for reading my very first little drabble about SHINee! It’s definitely not the best thing in existence (and it doesn’t have to be), but it’s my first attempt to write a story in English, which is not my native tongue, so I’m sorry if anything sounds weird.
I hope you had a little bit of fun reading this, please don’t take it too seriously x)
I’ve been to the Gamescom 2017 in Cologne this year and I have to say, it’s been a pleasant trip. I have been lucky enough to get WildCards this year, which means I could go in a day earlier than most of the visitors.
I’ve tried the new map for Overwatch (”Junkertown”) and it was awesome! I already love it and I was only allowed to play two rounds. I can’t wait to play it again soon.
I’ve met a few popular people from YouTube and I’m so very happy that I got a photo and an autograph from them.
Generally, it’s been a cool event and I’m happy to have been there. :D
WARNING!!! This post will contain spoilers to season one and two of Supernatural! Please don’t read this post if you haven’t watched the show yet, as you will spoil yourself.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! :D
Okay, so, recently I started watching Supernatural because I’ve gained access to Netflix (the best invention ever btw) and I just finished season one. And I always thought John Winchester was one hell of an asshole for not being much of a father for Dean and Sam. He much rather came across as a drill instructor of some sorts.
And I didn’t like it very much that he ordered Sam to kill him just because the demon was in him. I mean, come on! You don’t just tell your own damn son that he should kill you! And before anyone starts, I know that John just wanted his boys safe and sound but that’s not the way to do it. I was really pissed off to say the least.
And now the big “but”! I’ve just watched the first episode of season two and I have to say it made me feel like crying. And I’m not really a person who cries because of people dying or something in a tv-show. It’s like this: Kill an animal, I’ll cry all night long, but if you kill people, I don’t give a shit xD.
But the way John died really hit me right in the feels. It made me feel like he didn’t think he could fix his mistakes and the only way to finally be able to was sacrifice his own life in order to save Dean. He felt like he’s been a bad father (which he’s been, no doubt in that) and his only way to pay it back is to sacrifice himself.
This show is one of the best I’ve watched and I’m only at season two yet. There’s a lot more to come and I know I’ll love it to pieces. (I can’t wait to finally have Castiel in the show although I know it’ll still be a while until he’s there.)
But yeah, I really needed to vent somewhere and I thought, Tumblr’s the best place to do so :D I’ll go back to watching SPN now :P
Das ist bisher das Fanart. Die WildWorld Seite hat schon fast alle Charaktere da, während die NewLeaf Seite nur Melinda hat. Die ist aber so fleißig, dass sie auch so zurechtkommt. Außerdem bekommt sie ja bald Verstärkung *-*
