( open ) END OF THE YEAR SHIPPING HELL CMO POST 2015

[moes]

2015's almost over in just a few days, so let's go out with a bang! And by that, of course I mean it's time for the final shipping hell open roleplaying post of 2015. It's a do a whatever, whenever kind of post with no rules besides "if it fits, it ships" and honestly? I'm not too picky. ♥

I'm game for pretty much anything, whether it be general shipping or a little more than that. Even if we've never done a ship before, let's go! Assumed CR, AUs, what have you? That's all fine by me. I'm also willing to play out game CRAUs. Literally anything goes. If you want to try out a new ship, here's the place for the end of the year shebang.

And without further ado...

LEN'S GAGGLE OF LOSERS YOU CAN CALL UPON
... and if you're really stuck? Feel free to just leave an empty comment; I'll come up with something!

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[dereban]

... Huh? [ That's a rather tame request. But then again, she shouldn't be surprised, seeing that it's Yuuri that's asking. ]

O-Okay.

[ Her heart's racing, but she's fine, this is fine. She'll just slowly grab his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. ]

Is this okay?

[swirlied]

[ He turns to smile at her, squeezing her hand a little. ]

Yeah, it's perfect. Should I walk you home?

[dereban]

[ Feeling his hand squeeze her own, she can't help but blush a scarlet red. His smile is so nice and comforting, too. ]

Ah, actually... I want to visit your place. Is that okay?

[swirlied]

[ He looks over at her, taken by surprise, before nodding. ]

Yeah, of course. My parents are kind of embarrassing, though, just so you know...

[ And by kind of he means really embarrassing. ]

[dereban]

Well, then I'm sure your parents will like me for embarrassing you.

[ INABA.... ]

[swirlied]

[ INABA PLEASE... ]

You're probably right. It might be better if you never meet them in that case. You'll probably give them ideas.

[ He's kidding, of course, and he smiles over at her. But the giving his parents ideas part—that's something he's afraid of. ]

[dereban]

That settles it. We're definitely going now. I want to trade ideas and see how embarrassed you can get.

[swirlied]

This won't end well... [ But he squeezes Inaba's hand again as they continue walking.

Luckily, it's a short walk to his house. It's just an average house, small compared to Inaba's. ]

We're here! [ He gets out his keys, unlocking the door. ]

[dereban]

[ Oh, it definitely won't end well at all in the slightest. ]

Hellooooo, I'm Yuuri's personal maid, is anybody home? [ THE RUDEST. ]

[swirlied]

Hi-Himeko!

[ WHY THIS. HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS WOULD HAPPEN.

Luckily, there's no answer. ]

M-Maybe my mom's at the store. I know it's too early for my dad to be home. [ So, this means he's safe for now, right? ]

[dereban]

What, it's true. [ Just look at her, she's wearing the outfit for it. ]

But well~ If your mom's at the store, that means we're all alone, isn't that right, Master?

[swirlied]

[ Why does she have to call him that! He immediately blushes, looking away. ]

Y-Yeah... Should I give you a tour?

[dereban]

[ She's in the outfit. Plus, he's easily embarrassed. That's two reasons why she's doing it. ]

Just as long as the final destination is your room.

[swirlied]

[ He blushes again, nodding. ]

R-Right. Of course. [ Yuuri's already nervous enough about the fact that they're here alone, but her being in that maid outfit makes it so much worse.

He gives himself a moment to take a deep breath before motioning around the room. ] This is the living room, of course. And over there is the kitchen. [ It's all pretty small, but still comfortable. ]

[dereban]

It's actually really nice, considering... not huge, but quaint. [ She notes the blush, of course, but doesn't say anything about it. ]

Soooo, where's your room?

[swirlied]

My room? [ He's a little caught off guard, even though she just said that she wanted to see it. ]

Oh, it's right upstairs... Do you want to go ahead and see it?

[dereban]

I definitely want to see it. [ An immediate answer. ]

[swirlied]

R-right. It's up this way. [ And he heads up the stairs, stopping in front of his door. ]

Here we are. [ He opens it, revealing a... pretty average room. There's a desk with a computer on it, a few posters (mostly of baseball players), and not much else. Definitely plain compared to Inaba's. ]