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In the beginning there was the kettle, which exploded. Then there was the pot of stew, which also exploded. These were followed in short order by the saucepan, the frying pan, the mixing bowl, and the kitchen sink. Namjoon managed to throw the jelly mold out the window before it erupted in his face, but it was a near thing. When silence finally reigned, the world's least likely chef sighed and looked around what remained of the kitchen. Since Jin the one who actually didn’t suck at cooking, had injured his hand and [Name] who had to take care of some personal business, Namjoon was in charge of preparing dinner. Most of the time taki

This one is a CHATROOM!!! So, here's who is in it. Stan, Craig, Cartman, Kenny, Butters, Kyle, Ike, Y/n, and a  few surprise guests. Y/n started a chatroom. Cartmanbrah entered the chatroom. Y/n - Hey fatass. Cartmanbrah - I'm not fat, I'm big-boned. Stan-the-football-man entered the chatroom. Stan-the-football-man - Hey Y/n, hey fatass. Cartmanbrah - I'm not fat! I'm big-boned! Human-the-kite has entered the chatroom. Fuck-you-Im-Craig has entered the chatroom. I-love-Hello-Kitty has entered the chatroom. The-cute-Canadian has entered the chatroom. Live-to-die-another-day has entered the chatroom. Chatroom has stalled due to multiple

It was bound to happen eventually, you thought. Frankly, you were surprised it hadn't happened sooner given that you'd been living with three males for over six months now, and dating one of theirs best friend. That, in itself, was even more troubling. Not once, in your slow-moving relationship with Iwaizumi, had you dreamed of having sexual relations with him, and there had been plenty of times where you had felt the urge (the boy was down-right handsy)... No. It had to be Oikawa. The context of the dream still haunted the forefront of your mind, any other thought persistently interrupted by the sensual way he'd said your name, or the

You were on the phone, lazily chatting away with your favorite Salami and catching-up with what you had missed since the last time he called. You went to Shiratorizawa Academy Junior High with the red-haired middle-blocker and many of the other current third-years. During the break of your first-year of high school, your dad got a new job in Tokyo and it was off to Fukurōdani Academy for you. It was an amazing three-years that you would not change, from Bokuto’s inconsistent confidence – which did extend to girls! – to Akaashi’s eternal suffering. You were amongst the many who cried at graduation. It was not unti