the RAD BROMANCE meme

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THE RAD BROMANCE* MEME!

* girls and all beings of other genders most definitely count as bros.

just a meme for fun people who just want to chill out and embark upon kickass friendship shenanigans.
✎ comment with the name and group (if they are in one). don't forget to add your preferences (AU/Non-AU, Het/Slash/OTA, etc.) in the subject line of your comment.
✎ use rng if you want to or just choose a scenario or two and mix and match.
✎ have fun! ♥

1. CHOW TIME:
Food! Everybody loves food. It is the best social lubricant. Cooking it. Burning it. Eating it. Throwing it around! All kinds of food! A picnic, or a diner, or a barbecue, or a swanky restaurant which is going to regret letting you in very soon. The possibilities are endless.

2. SLAM DUNK:
Fuck yeah, sports. Who doesn't love getting all hot and sweaty in the sun? Balls, frisbees, cricket bats! Or, if you'd prefer not to torture yourself with physical exertion, maybe a game of pool is more your style.

3. ROCK N' ROLL:
It's always been your dream to play in a band together! Finally, you are making it happen. You are the most awesome bandmates and you make the best music. You are going to be stars!
(Or not?)

4. GAME NIGHT:
Pawn to d4. Get out of jail free. Colonel Mustard did it in the conservatory with the revolver. Nooo, I told you not to pull that Zenga block out! I warned you, bro.

5. DARES & PRANKS:
Truth…or dare! Or maybe just the lot of you wrecking everybody else's shit. What a bunch of clowns. But face it! It was hilarious. Just maybe not for, uh, that particular guy, who is coming over here, right now, with that look on his face…

6. INTO THE WILD:
For some bizarre reason, you decided to leave your nice, comfy beds behind and camp outside. In the dark. In a tent! Or even just a sleeping bag, under the staaaaars. Don't burn the marshmallows! What was that noise?

7. REV THE ENGINES:
Look at this awesome ride. You'd be happy to take your friends for a spin, of course! Wind in your hair, radio blasting music, the works. Although you would never let them touch the wheel. Nope. This car is your baby (or your parents') and that would be an extremely dumb thing to do!

8. MAKE A SPLASH:
Whether it's an ocean or your backyard or a jungle pool, there's nothing like a good dunk in the water to cool you off! I hope you can swim, because you are going in. Right now!

9. DISNEYLAND!
The smell of cotton candy, the tinny music, the cooling puddle of vomit near the exit to the rollercoaster. It brings you back to when you were ten years old and you thought this was amazing! Or maybe you still do. Who knows. Either way, there are plenty of things to keep a friend or two occupied for a day.

10. SOMETHING ELSE
What? These traditional, sacred bonding activities are dull and cliched? Your friendship is special and you need to do something a little more special? Jeez, what a wet blanket. Kidding! In that case, you are limited only by your own imagination.

Comments

yixing | exo | au | CH!line assemble (#5)

[(Anonymous)]

It’s that odd period of the party where everyone’s either at the point of drunk and no return or in the bathroom crying because I’m-suddenly-in-a-glass-cage-of-emotion-let-me-just-drunk-text-my-mom. Either way, there really was no win-win situation as far as Yixing can see and while he knows this party was going to be a pain to clean up in the morning, he’s glad that he even had friends to celebrate his return to begin with.

After three months in Changsha, it really did feel good to be back in Seoul. A part of him feels like he’s forever bound to this country, having found his niche in a group of boys that he’s honored to call brothers. It’s almost cliché really, in the most dangerous of ways, but Yixing figures life is only lived once and if he can’t have fun while he’s at it then he’d rather stay in Changsha anyway.

And maybe that’s why he’s agreed to play this dumb game of dare, glass of orange juice in his hand because heaven forbid he’s allowed to have just one drink to kick start the courage in his system. In the corner, he’s hoping he’s not the prime target of wandering eyes but when he hears a Yixing! amongst the giggles and slurs, he can’t help the immediate groan escaping past his lips.

“Do I have to? I didn’t even get to drink! How am I supposed to do anything if I’m not limbered up?”

[(Anonymous)]

After checking on whoever was in the bathroom to make sure that nobody was texting their mom (Goddamn it, kids, underage drinking is an actual crime in Korea and who is going to get reamed for it? This guy!), Suho goes back to where the majority of the group had gathered in a circle on the floor. An eyebrow rises, it reaches its peak and stays there; in the meantime, he finds another drink, seeing as how his glass seems to have magically vanished. Oh, no, there it is, with Kris.

"What are we doing?" he asks blithely, coming up behind his recently-returned-from-Changsha friend and slinging an arm over Yixing's shoulders. Suho is really in no position to be doing what he's doing, but he doesn't believe in letting his height limit his greatness, either. "Truth or dare?"

Yixing! Yixing! Yixing! There is a chorus of inebriated voices, everyone smashed enough to want something Really Badly, just not sober enough to know what that is. When someone suggests that Suho think of the dare, he makes a face, takes a sip of his new, apparently non-alcoholic, drink. He's shit at truth or dare, has never quite possessed the imagination to think of something really crazy and creative. Fool's courage we've got in spades, but true inspiration not so much.

The first thing that comes to mind is to make his friend strip and go for a run around the block. Suho prides himself in the fact that he doesn't voice this suggestion, remembering that the temperature tonight is -3°C. Since public humiliation is out, public vandalism is, too.

Private humiliation, though...

"You don't need a drink," he drawls lazily, grinning. Despite his unfocused expression, Suho is actually dead serious about keeping Yixing away from the liquor. "You just need to call that girl... whassername again Chan? Nicole, yes, thank you. Ring her up and then perform 'Call Me Maybe'." A pause. "With dance steps."

[(Anonymous)]

Nicole.

Nicole

Nicole.

He’s back in Korea for One day and yes, maybe he’s already starting to hate his friends. You’d think after several months of no game, they would’ve forgotten about the embarrassing oops-i-dropped-the-ball incident he had with a certain girl. It’s not like he’s ashamed by it (no, of course not!!), but his face still burns at the mention of her name every time it is brought up. Note to self: never tell anyone of the girls you are going after because if you fail, you will never live it down.

“I haven’t spoken to her in months,” he begins, suddenly shy at the prospects of hearing her voice on the phone because singing Carly Rae Jepsen surely wasn’t all that humiliating anymore (not when he’s positive the rest of the bunch have killed the song for everyone else). It was like he was in middle school all over again except worse because now he’s not even allowed a drop of alcohol thanks to the no-nos he’s done in the past.

This is something he supposes he can commend Suho for. When people try to force things down his throat, it’s always his hyung that comes to save the day. Oh, how it sucks that Suho’s in university now. Well, maybe not too badly, his face is still burning at the cheeks and his fingers are absolutely refusing to find the phone hidden in the depths of his pockets.

“She probably doesn’t even think we’re on a talking basis anymore! You can’t just call someone after several months of no talking and then sing to them, it just doesn’t work that way. You do know she’s in my physics class, right? I mean, what am I going to say to her when she sees me again? ‘oh sorry, I was just doing a dare with a bunch of my asshat friends, forget about it?’ I can’t!”

But really, he could and that was the issue here. He could talk to her and he could try to spark up this whole hey-what-happened-I-thought-you-liked-me? Thing all over again but closure was hard and he’s Chinese. Chinese people aren’t good at Korean.

[(Anonymous)]

Lay talks, but all Suho hears is a bunch of lame excuses. He leaves his drink on a nearby table and begins to bodily search his friend for the location of his smartphone, closes his hand around something square and blocky and lifts Yixing's wallet successfully from his pocket. Which he then promptly tosses off, seeing as it's not a phone.

"I for one am offended that you would call us 'asshats'!" His hurt tone is completely betrayed by the shit-eating grin on his face, and Suho continues his search despite Lay's incessant squirming. "Come on, give it up. And it's a dare! Not accepting the dare would bring us Dishonor," he finishes ominously. Yixing is a very my-pace kind of person, lazily meticulous and impossible to hurry, but dangle Dishonor in his face and he usually springs into action. Usually. "Have you not Dishonored this famiree enough when you dropped the ball with her all those months ago?! We've never lived it down..."

His hand finds something that feels a lot like a Samsung Galaxy, and Suho takes it out with a gleeful crow. "Wait. Wait! Are you telling me you stopped talking to her but you kept her number all this time? Bro! What the hell!" Contacts, scrollscrollscroll... aha. NICOLE. Dial.

"Go on, she'll at least have a laugh about it." Suho switches the phone to speaker mode before handing it off with a megawatt grin. "Wouldn't that be good? Making a girl laugh?"

[(Anonymous)]

The one time Nicole doesn't put her phone on silent mode after reaching home just has to be the one time it rings when she's sneaking a couple of cookies to her room after midnight. The offending object is in her room, the shrill notes of Call Me Maybe a blaring alarm to her misdemeanour. This late at night, Umma is in her room, but if the light from under the door is anything to go by, she remains awake yet. And for Nicole to be caught breaking her diet would be Very Bad indeed.

It's hard to look right at you baby- Another five seconds and Nicole will be caught with her hand in the cookie jar, very literally so. There's nothing to do but hurry back into her room as quickly as she can, slippered feet going 'slap slap' as she scuttles, cookie jar and plate both still in her hands.

"Hello?" her voice goes high on the last syllable in relief - made it, just in time to shut the door even as she hears Umma open hers. "Hi-" she pulls the phone away from her ear for a moment to glance at the screen - not a number she has saved, who could it possibly be at this hour-? "Hi, this is Nicole speaking, who's this?"