#Jort storm moment

[slimecicle-fanblog]

JORT STORM, JORT STORMS COMING TONIGHT. JORT STORM, ITS A CATEGOOOORY 5

I was looking at contact paper because I have some shelves to line like some kind of adult and while I was innocently browsing, I came across this. 

Horrifying. But it got worse. 

Imagine coming home from school and your mom’s all “Hey honey I redid your room!”

[sidereus-stars]

ITS THE WARMER SEASON SO I CANT WEAR JEANS I REALLY LIKE THE DENIM BUT NOT THE LENGTH OF THE SEAM MY MOM DRESSES CAS AND MY DAD LIKES TO PREEN IM NOT LIKE EITHER OF THEM I GOT THE RECESSIVE GENE

[jellynoodle]

I was told that jorts are a staple of the dilf wardrobe.

[radfirefox727]

I've been listening to Charlie slime's Jort Storm song on repeat while drawing this

[pondman3]

Dimension 20 never stop blowing up: intense action in the climactic moment of the finale, everything has been leading up to this. my dumb ass: JORT STORMS COMIN’ TONIGHT!

[charas-dnd-stuff]

nsbu i love you but its so hard to not laugh at a dramatic moment with the music that was used for jort storm playing

[me-a-nerd]

AHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHA

I’M WATCHING THE LAST EPISODE OF DIMENSION 20: NEVER STOP BLOWING UP AND IN THE CLIMATIC MOMENT OF THEM NEARLY GETTING OUT OF THE MOVIE, THE MUSIC THAT IS PLAYING IS USING THE SAME MUSIC SAMPLE (?) THAT CHARLIE SLIMECICLE USED IN HIS “JORT STORM” SONG AND IT’S INCREDIBLE.

BASICALLY I’M JUST HEARING JORT STORM AS THEY GEAR UP TO LEAVING LMAOOOO I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH I’M JUST SINGING THE SONG IN MY HEAD KNOWING THE LYRICS

THIS IS AMAZING

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 5

warnings- swearing, drinking, protectiveness, so much flirting

words- 4k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well, sorry this part has taken a while-

(also would anyone want to be on a tallest?? plz put if you'd like to ♥︎)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I stood in my room ferreting through my clothes to find something to wear for the interview which was coming a lot faster than I thought, I decided on a army green booty skirt with a cream belt, a white tank top, gold jewellery and my hair tied back in a bun, my make up was pretty usual besides my red lips lined in black but I mean if I can pull it off- why not?

Hurriedly I grabbed my shoes, deciding on my chunky platforms and a purse holding lip gloss, lip liner, spray, my phone, a pen and keys. The boys and their families went home after breakfast around 10 meaning we could all spend time with our families for a few hours, the Kaulitz' left a little later as being our neighbours they didn't have much of a drive to get home. Gordon, the twins step dad agreed to driving us 3 to the studio while Georg drove him and Gustav as they lived near to each other

"Y/n sunshine! Tom is out side" my mom called from the bottom of the stairs

"okay!" I shouted back and came storming down the stairs, I saw my mom's eyes light up and a smile decorate her already beautiful face "like it?" I twirled

"You look wonderful! oh my- Martin get in here look at our daughter!" she called getting my dad in who was holding Stella "look!"

"Baba look pretty!" Stella grinned

"she does doesn't she, we'll be watching tonight sweetheart" with 3 quick kisses I ran out the house waving goodbye and Tom laughed as I stumbled down the step

"shut up look at the size of these I'm not exactly gain" I huffed steading myself, I looked up and saw the boy handing is arm which I gladly took to get down and jump the wall dividing our house

"we need your help- well I need your help, Bill wants your opinion on his fit but I don't know what to wear so I’m more important" Tom sighed, at the moment he was just in a wife beater and jorts, his dreads in a mess around his head "and- I need to show you something"

"well lets go then!" we hurried into the house and Bill was sipping a coke and smiled seeing me walk through

"Y/N YES LOOK AT YOU!" he snapped his fingers as I model stepped in, 'flipping' my hair and blowing a kiss "alright what about me?" he was in a black leather jacket, matching black skinny jeans, a Dimond skull belt and chains around his neck, hair on end (in a good way) and a deep smokey eye

"absolutely- I fucking love it!" he smiled getting all giddy "bad bitch vibes- or a good fuckable emo, either really" the boy blushed wrapping me in a hug

"okay go help useless over here now" I rolled my eyes and followed the other Kaulitz up the stairs to his room where clothes were dropped everywhere

"so... what happened?' I asked seeing him shrug "right well... these jeans- dark denim is a look then, where's your green and yellow cap?" I asked seeing him pull a draw open full of at least 50 hats

"what head thing?" he spoke opening the draw above "black?" I nodded opening his wardrobe and pulling a yellow and dark green print, white back shirt out (this is the fits)

"here, change" I spoke seeing him pull his vest off and quickly put the new shirt over, he was finally done fixing individual strands of hair in his ponytail and sprayed a dark smelling cologne on "okay that looks GOOD" I complemented seeing a smile form on his lips

"oh I can show you the thing now" he laughed walking into the hall and bring a small box back in "look I'm proposing!" he got onto his knee holding the said box

"oh Tom-" I played pretending to wipe my eyes "I do!" he shoved me away and opened the box revealing a small ring- gold and had our band logo engraved in it "holy shit! thats amazing!" I called pulling the ring out "do we all have one" the boy excitedly nodded pulling his hand up showing a bigger and chunkier version

"mom got them for us 5, they're so cool" I nodded admiring the metal around my finger "Bill's and Gustav's are in silver as they prefer it"

"god I love your mom" I sighed happily standing up and walking into the hall "THANK YOU SIMMY!" her laugh filled the hall followed by a 'no problem doll'

"KIDS COME ON WE NEED TO GO!" Gordons voice echoed from down stairs and in great style and slow steps me and Tom got into the car, in the backseat as Bill was first in "we have to hurry up its already 25 past" he grumbled starting the engine

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"Welcome to the red seats- Tokio Hotel!" our interviewer names Karter Male introduced, monsoon began playing in the background followed by many screams, Bill was pushed on first closely followed by the rest of us and as we all came into view the noise only got louder "ahah welcome!" we all smiled waving to the people

"hi!" we laughed, Bill was closest to the table followed by Tom, me Georg and Gustav who were relaxing back into the seats "thank you for having us" Bill began

"no its our pleasure, so would you like to introduce yourselves for the people who don't know you all?" we nodded and looked to our lead singer

"oh- I'm Bill Kaulitz, lead singer on Tokio Hotel"

"Hey, I'm Tom Kaulitz, his brother also older by ten minuets and I play electric guitar for Tokio Hotel"

"hello, I'm Y/n Y/l/n, the backing singer for Tokio Hotel" I herd a wolf whistle come from the audience causing me to giggle "thank you" but the boy to the left of me face dropped but I tried to ignore his mood

"evening, I'm Georg Listing and I play bass for Tokio Hotel"

"hi I'm Gustav schäfer and i play drums for Tokio Hotel" claps filled the room and the interviewer grinned

"so now we know you recently got back from doing a mini-tour sort of thing right?" murmurs of 'yes' and 'yeah' ran through us five until Bill started talking

"yesterday actually, we did our last show in the afternoon and all went back to Y/n's parents house for the night and seeing our families was a massive relief as we hadn't seen them in weeks"

"thats wonderful, well going back onto your small tour we herd in Tier that there was a new song? and its was sang by Y/n, can you tell us little about that?" Karter looked to me and I looked to the boys who gave me the nod

"of course, it's called 'Don't jump' and it has so much meaning and I mean nobody has all day to listen to me ramble but its from when I was in a very dark place due to privet things and instead of being sad 24/7 I made it into lyrics and I finally performed it in Tier, I think next shows when we play it Bill will sing as he's much better than I am" I laughed hearing the crow 'aw' at me "but yeah its a beautiful song- not to blow my own horn or anything" The interview carried on and the boys getting asked different thing then turned to the 'public questions'

"so we've had a few questions from your adoring fans who will be watching from home, this one is for all of you actually- from Hallie, 15, she said 'hello Tokio Hotel, my question is- are you all single or seeing people?' so?" I watched as Georg and Gustav nodded their heads saying 'yes we are' Tom and Bill also but then I remembered I hadn't come out publicly about my spilt yet

"yeah we all are" I spoke hearing a gasp but quickly brushed it off

"well erm... next question for Tom from Suzana 'Hey Tom, I was wondering if you have a type?'" the audience laughed as the guitarist became a little tense, scratching his neck

"well.. if you're pretty and have a nice smile I don't have a issue" girls in the crowd cheered and a blush covered his cheeks, I patted his shoulder to which he looked back to me pulling his lips taught as if to say 'what the fuck'

"right, our next questions will be from the audience!, so let's start" we watched a runner hop up the stairs to a smiling blonde girl who was wearing a tour shirt

"Hi! I'm Rebecca and I have a question for Gustav!" we watched as the boys eyes lit up and a smile spread on his face "I was wondering what your favourite song- out side of the band- is to play?" that was surprisingly quite a nice question

"oh erm... I like quite rock sorta music so probably Nirvana?" she thanked him and blew a kiss to which his cheeks only got redder, the runner went to another girl, smaller and younger looking with brown piggytails

"hello... I'm Francine and I have a question for Y/n" my eyes softened seeing her nervousness

"lets hear it!" I grinned

"I- I was wondering whats your favourite colour and why? because I think you look beautiful in green and purple!" she giggled making me pout at her sweetness, Tom was smiling at me as I held my heart

"aw thank you Francine thats so nice of you, I'd say my favourite colour is... baby yellow though I never wear it, my mom calls me sunshine and that colour reminds me of her" the girl said her thanks and the questions continued

"so this will be our last question for Tokio Hotel tonight as our show is near an end!" Karter spoke pointing to the camera and it spun to the last fan

"hey guys! I love you all so much by the way- but my question is for Tom and Y/n" me and the boy looked to each other then back to the brunette "I'm guessing you've seen the ships between you on social media?" being the only girl in a group of 4 boys sometimes came with it's downsides, those being 'shipped' with all of them and people making up rumours "the most common being that you two secretly love each other, well I was wondering if any part of that was true?" I let my laugh slip but Tom's brows furrowed

"yes I do love Y/n, she's one of the most important people in my life of course but the way people make us out is completely wrong- she's like a sister I mean she may as well be related to me and Bill we've know each other since we were what born?" I nodded listening to his words but I couldn't help but know that everything the fans imagined wasn't completely wrong.. and he knew that too

"yeah like he said we love each other but its platonic!" I added seeing the crowd sigh at the disappointment

"you'd make a good couple though" Karter added "you'd be the hottest new thing since people like Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore" I rolled my eyes at the words but Tom seemed to like the idea and shoved me with his elbow "thats all we have time for folks, thank you Tokio Hotel for being here tonight! bye!" we all waved and the crowd applauded, the lights dimmed meaning we all had to go backstage.

"he's gonna come back here in a second to have photos with you guys so if you'd like to wait in the dressing room please feel free!" a runner smiled looking to us pointing up the hall, we all walked into the air conditioned room and fell onto the matching red sofas from set

"that was I think the most comfortable interview we've ever done" I spoke scratching my head, fixing my hair. Tom scoffed folding his arms "what? don't you guys agree?"

"I think he was playing favourites all the way through" Bill spoke opening a water "but yeah it was fine"

"I agree" Georg added, I personally didn't know what their issue was but I mean they are edgy, angry teen boys anything ticked them off. we sat in silence until the door opened with Karter smiling widely at the five of us

"Ah Tokio Hotel- thank you for tonight it went beautifully! shall we take some photos?" he asked fixing his suit jacket as we all stood "perfect, follow me" he instructed going out the door, Bill grabbed the door before It slammed into us all and held it open nodding his head allowing me first to which I whispered a quick thank you and slipped through following the man "okay so erm.. shall we have twins next to me, then Y/n on this side with Gustav and Georg" we all lined up in front of the photographer who was bending with a camera

"3...2..1" he spoke clicking the button and a flash blared our eyes "grate, we'll get a few more" he spoke fixing his position

"so what did you think of the interview guys?" Karter asked looking to his side "fun?" his hand which was now on the small of my back jolted slightly

"ah yeah it was nice we were just saying" I answered as the boys stayed silent "the people who asked the questions were so sweet" the photos continued and so did his hand, slowly his hand went my hip, thigh and then as he moved it to my ass I pulled away "were not doing that" I quickly spoke pulling my own hand away from being behind him

"sorry- its very inviting!" his eyes narrowed looking down and back up to me

"we're fucking done-" Bill started walking out the room and going to the exit door followed by Georg and Gustav as he shouted curses

"Y/n come on" Tom grabbed my arm shoving the man out the way "she's fucking 17 you prick" I didn't get a look at the man after that before Tom was yanking me through the doors out the building to the car where his step-dad was stood "were going straight home"

"Bill went with the lads" Gordon pointed as Georg's car pulled from the space with a roar of the engine "come on we need to be quick the meal is in like an hour and a half"

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"hey darlings how was the interview?" Simone asked as we went into the Kaulitz' house "it looked good"

"we're never going on that show again" Tom murmured walking to the kitchen and grabbing a drink from the fridge "fucking looking Y/n up and down like she was someone to hook up with"

"what!" Simone started looking to me "are you okay sweetheart?" I nodded my head realising what Tom said

"anyways I need to shower" the twin grumbled walking up the stairs "Y/n I need you first" he shouted back down the stairs

"oh okay- sorry Simmy I'll be back" she smiled turning back to the tv as I made my way up the stairs to the boys room where I could here him shuffling about saying things to himself "Tom?" I walked in to see him standing at his mirror top off and belt half way undone

"shut the door" I did as he said looking at him oddly, I turned and shut the door behind my self and looked back to him "you didn't see what he was doing that whole interview did you?" I shook my head no "right well we all did, he was trying to see up your skirt- stared right at your tits, lips, eyes, legs- everything" I felt a lump in my throat as his brown eyes became darker looking at me "and no man can do that to you-" I nodded stepping over to him and wrapping my arms around him hiding my face in his color bone

"well though I fucking hate that- I'm okay don't get worked up okay? this sounds so cringy but he can't touch me like that ever again either because I'll brake his wrist" Tom looked down to me with a small smile spreading along his lips as he played with his lip piercing

"yeah nobody can ever fucking touch you there" I rolled my eyes seeing his eyes go serious in a jokey way "unless its me of course"

"oh yeah- of course, anyways you need a shower and come my house after help me chose my outfit for tonight" he nodded hugging me back quickly before going to his shower leaving me to go back home

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I was sat in my bedroom flicking through my radio until I found a station playing a song I liked, Brittany Spears started playing, I started dancing around my room like I was her and nodding my head along to the lyrics of freak show 'Make it a Freakshow freakshow We can give 'em a Peepshow, peepshow Don't stop it let it flow Let your inhibitions go It's a crazy night Let's make a make a freakshow'

"Y/n!" I scream left my mouth as I turned to see Tom stood in my door frame laughing "what the fuck are you doing?"

"can you knock! I think I shit myself" he pulled his fist to the door and knocked with a cocky smile "haha" I spoke sarcastically, soon he fully walked into the room and my jaw did nearly fall to the floor, he was in black suit bottoms and a white button up blouse, rings around his fingers and his necklace on show, dreads in a messy bun

"wow! you look good! pulling out all the stops Thomas" I complemented seeing him become a little shy "genuinely you look amazing"

"thanks, I mean were going to the Stadtpfeiffer restaurant so I wanna look good" he popped his chest looking at himself in the mirror "what are you wearing?" he asked looking at me as I stood in joggers and a tank top

"a dress but can't decide which, wanna chose?" I'd never seen him walk quicker in my life, the doors flew open revealing all my 'fancier' clothes and his hands moved quickly through the hangers, until he pulled a red dress with a black rose lace pattern on top "really? don't think this might be a bit scandalous for a family dinner?" Tom smirked placing the dress onto the chair and turned back to the wardrobe "wait- no don't open tha-" I watched as his hand reached for the draw full of my 'sexy' clothes

"fucking hell Y/n how many thongs do you need?" he laughed looking back at me, he dug through them until he pulled a red lacy Victoria secret pantie out and threw it at me "here, wear that underneath" with a sigh I went to the bathroom and slipped into the clothes, I stared into the mirror and regretted ever letting him chose my outfit "let me see!" he called from the other room

"okay-" I walked into my bedroom and his eyes widened, lip tucked between his teeth and his hands dug harder into the bed "like?" I asked twirling

"like is a understatement" Tom hummed "god you look so hot right now- I literally don't have words" a small blush painted my cheeks as I stepped into my full body mirror, I turned to check my reflection but all I could see was the guitarist staring in awe

"my eyes are here" I laughed seeing him nod "okay well make up and hair now" the boy seemed to be confused "what?"

"you don't have make up on?" I shook my head turning to him "so you are just naturally gorgeous? fuck" I rolled my eyes sitting on the chair where the dress once lay, I pulled my make up draw open and picked out my foundation and began the process I came to love over the tour, dark eyes and a dark red lip , next my hair I decided to have it straight down and hair-sprayed it into place

"okay I'm done!' Tom looked up from the magazine he found himself flicking through and a smile spread across his face "too much?" I asked seeing his head shake "sure?"

"you look perfect Y/n" I grinned standing and going over to the wall wear my jewellery hung grabbing a necklace and a few rings and bracelets "you need shoes" Tom quipped abruptly going into the box under my bed full of misilanious shoes, he rummaged through for a while before pulling out my chunky Mary Janes I sat back on the sheets of my bed waiting for him to hand over the shoes but he stayed down, grabbing my ankle and slowly slipped the shoe onto my foot "Tell me when the shoes tight enough alright?" I nodded seeing him thread the strap through and pulling it taught

"there" he quickly pressed the buckle through and moved to my right foot doing the same before kissing my bare knees "you are so cute Kaulitz" soon his hands reached mine and we stood together "thank you- I love it all"

"no problem"

The time ticked slowly as me and Tom waited for everyone to be ready as in fairness we were done quite quickly, I sat at the desk with my computer on, flicking through web pages while Tom was messing around with my ukulele that one day just appeared in my room. I scrolled down a page until I saw a subtitle of 'picture ideas' and I immediately knew what we'd be doing to pass the time, the first one was the girl holding the camera above the couple and the boy holding her- perfect

"come here were taking these photos" I called bring the boy back to me, he stood fixing his outfit and passing me my phone and standing with me "okay so you need to-"

"I can see what I've gotta do babe" Tom soothed into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his forehead into the crook of my neck "take it" with a click of my button the photo snapped, and we did this about 50 more times, standing in the mirror, at the window, and my poster wall

"perfect" I smiled flicking through the pictures "we look so good" cheering I looked back to see Tom looking to me, eyes scanning my body and face "you okay?"

"fine, just can't stop staring" a blush tinted my cheeks, over the past few days the flirting gone from funny to romantic giving me new feelings of giddiness every time

"Tom your making me red" my cheeks were aching from the smile I couldn't hold back

"good"

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the clock struck 8:45pm meaning everyone getting in the cars to go to the Stadtpfeiffer, Bill had come back earlier and so the Kaulitz went in their car and I went with my family, me and Stella sat in the back dancing along to the music playing on the radio "what were you and Tom doing Sunshine? I could hear you laughing like you've just seen the funniest thing in the world!" I sighed with a smile to her words

"oh taking stupid photos together" but they weren't stupid- anything but, every time I looked at one my stomach felt ticklish and my chest heaved with a feeling I couldn't explain

"oh very nice, you'll have to show me" I laughed at her words mumbling a line of 'sure' after another 20 minuets we finally arrived and it look beautiful, the yellow haze lights illuminating the entrance and fancy jazz music filled our ears "oh my-"

After us the Kaulitz' arrived, the boys walked straight over to me laughing about something "evening" Bill nudged to me "I have something to tell you after by the way" I looked oddly at the boy who only smiled and followed his stepdad to my dad, I turned to Tom who shrugged

"you smell good" I commented smelling his cologne

"Paco Rabanne" he spoke lifting his arm to me so I could smell it better "oh and send me those photos will you, I need them" his voice became seductive making my knees weak and I all I did was hum in response "thank you angel"

“Stop it Thomas- we’re in public” I giggled seeing his eyebrows rise

“That’s only gonna make me worse” my heart stoped for a moment at his words- what’s did he mean by worse?

[begaydodrughailsatan]

Sorry guy about to have an autism moment

This just in

We're receiving reports that a new fad is taking the nation by storm

Its name? Jorts

But it appears as if this breakthrough in jean-shorts splicing technology is causing irregular weather patterns all across the globe

Woo, It's the warmer season, so I can't wear jeans

I really like the denim, but not the length of the seam

My mom dresses cas' and my dad likes to preen

I'm not like either of them, I got the recessive gene

Jort storm, Jort storm's coming tonight

A Jort storm, it's a category five

Jort storm, Jort storm's coming tonight

I said, "a jort storm's coming, go run and hide"

Jort-icane

Jort-nado

Jort-nami

Jort-quake

Jort-ruption

Jort-alanche

Jort-pocalypse

Breaking news

Millions of Americans have been sucked directly into the "Jortex"

And it's heading straight for this studio

To my wife Cheryl, and son Timmy, I love you—

(Jorts) The elders foretold (Jorts) of a fashion so bold

A new God of the Earth (Jorthulu)

Seal it in denim and turned it into Jearth

The jort storms coming (Jorts)

So you better start running fast, it's a chase

But be careful 'cause these jorts will chafe you (Yeah)

They're the new sensation (Jorts)

Wear 'em to every occasion, Jorts in the pool

Or even better, wear them to a funeral, yeah (J-J-J-jorts)

My personality is ninety-nine percent jorts

I got a genetic test, but all my genes were shorts

Jort storm, jort storm's coming tonight

A Jort storm, it's a category five

Jort storm, jort storm's coming tonight

I take off my fucking jorts, I got-a jorts inside

[miiilowo]

every waking moment of my life is consumed by jort storm

[antimony-medusa]

Fic Recs July '23

What did I read this month? Aufest released, and I made it through the end of Extreme timed exchange, and there have been some WONDERFUL ones. Not entirely DSMP, even though I am Still That Way, but yeah, it's still a lot of Emduo. I Am Who I Am. And we have some TNTduo and QSMP in there too!

The Fics - 15k and under

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Slimariana are professors! And nemesis's! And their students know they hate each other! And also they are married and love each other! What's gonna happen when the truth comes out? This was just full of adorable bickering and family moments and I loved it.

sometime before the sun comes up (the earth is gonna crack), by Odaigahara Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP Rating: T Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationship: Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Chayanne & Tallulah (QSMP) & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Reality Bending, Quesadilla Island (QSMP), Stranded, Dragon Chayanne (QSMP), Human Tallulah (QSMP), Happy Ending, Art Length: 1/1 chapters 10,892 words.

And we are back at it again with the QSMP Post-apocolyptic, but this one again with a really cool apocalypse I dont want to spoil.

The thing worth doing well done, by WheelCoveredInEyes Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Rayenne Guendil | Etoiles/Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers/Rayenne Guendil | Etoiles, Rayene Guendil | Etoiles/Francisco Miguel | ForeverPlayer, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Rayenne Guendil | Etoiles, Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle & Rayenne Guendil | Etoiles, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo & Rayenne Guendil | Etoiles, Rayenne Guendil | Etoiles & Pomme (QSMP), Rayenne Guendil | Etoiles & Baghera Jones Tags: Gift Giving, Flirting, Minecraft Mechanics, Death Mechanics (Minecraft), Murder Flirting, First Aid, Acts of Kindness, acts of service, Crafts, Parenthood, Etoiles-centric, Kissing, First Kiss, Sparring, The sweeping edge glitch (QSMP), QSMP server polycule, implied polyamory, Blood and Violence Length: 1/1 chapters 6,949 words.

I have loved what I've seen of Etoiles on QSMP, and this is absolutely fantastic Etoiles writing, in a series of 8 vinettes focusing on his relationship with other people. Wonderful characterization and writing, this is so good.

sowing the seeds we reap, by Odaigahara Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life SMP Rating: Teen and up audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationship: Charles | Grian & Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar Tags: Alternate Universe - Fae, Forced Bonding, Soul Bond, Cultural Differencesm First Meetings, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar Needs a Hug, Captivity, Oaths & Vows, Happy Ending Length: 1/1 chapters 6,211 words.

Oh absolutely fantastic desert duo, in a world I just went WILD for the worldbuilding of. They are fae! They are fae and they're bugs! A wonderful grudging respect and relationship unfolding from both Grian and Scar, and delightful cultural differences.

The Fics - 15k and Up

solving counting sheep, by Bee_4 Fandom: Evolution SMP Rating: T Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationship: Charles | Grian & Jimmy | Solidarity, Charles | Grian & Jimmy | Solidarity & Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood, Charles | Grian & Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood, Jimmy | Solidarity & Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Winter Soldier, Alternate Universe - Watchers, Agender Character, Trans Male Character, Trans Jimmy | Solidarity, Agender Grian ,Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Brainwashed Charles | Grian, Watcher Charles | Grian, The Watchers are Evil (Evolution SMP), Watchers (Evolution SMP), Grief/Mourning, Blood and Gore, Loss of Identity, Identity Issues, Listener Jimmy | Solidarity, Listeners (Evolution SMP), Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Dysfunctional Relationships, nonstandard watcher takes, Temporary Character Death, past major character death, look whether they’re dead is a matter of philosophy, Post-Canon kind of. SEE: THE CANON DIVERGENCE, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, accidental misgendering, Accidental Deadnaming, (the deadnaming is more allegorical than literal but i thought the warning would be appreciated), POV Character Uses It/Its, Hurt/Comfort, also i promise despite the mumbo tag this is very much an evo fic not a mislabeled hc one, Bittersweet Ending Length: 12/17 chapters 54,858 words.

Oh man like, mind the tags, this one is gonna make you weep into your tea, but also, oh BOY it's so good. I just wrote 27 of dehumanized human weapon recovery so you know I like it, and Second is doing the same thing, except SAD. But every time Three want something or has opinions or is sarcastic I cheer wildly for its recovery, and AHHH I love it. I love the whole group. What a wonderful group. I wish them so well. The ending is gonna have me crying on main probably. It's still updating, but it's in daily updates, so it's gonna finish soon! I keep being told that it's gonna destroy me so I'm PREPPED. And it was part of the big bang so there's art too!

washed up, by monsterloot Fandom: DSMP Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Wilbur Soot/Quackity, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Tags: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Unhealthy Relationships, Alternate Universe - Actors, Dream SMP Ensemble are Actors, Drug Use, Past Abuse, Flashbacks, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied Sexual Content, No Smut, Bipolar Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit has PTSD, Wilbur Soot is not Fundy's Parent, Adopted TommyInnit, not by phil, Vomiting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, past quackity/jschlatt - Freeform. Food Issues Length: 2/? chapters 19,178 words.

So this is a Bojack Horseman AU for TNTduo I think? I never watched Bojack so I'm not sure, but like. Put that warning on the top. It's just SUCH a good tntduo character study. Do I think this is going to end well? No idea. Am I along for the ride while Wil drives his life off the road? Absolutely.

The Great American Novel, by astronomeridian Fandom: DSMP Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Quackity/Wilbur Soot Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - World War II, Manhattan Project, Screenplay/Script Format, Period-Typical Homophobia, Explicit Sexual Content, an indulgent amount of nuclear physics, Embedded Images Length: 1/1 chapters 25,220 words.

Okay so if you're over 18 and you like TNTduo you should read this fic so so so hard. It's so good. I can't talk about the structure without spoilers but the structure is SO well done there's flips in it that make me go insane. The way the whole thing pays out is incredible. The characterization is top-notch. Like, note the tags, it's not a happy ending, but it's an ending that hits like a fucking hammer. And there's BALLER art and web weaves attached.

A Necromancer and His Blood God, by Anonymous Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen and up audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Cults, Necromancer TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Tommy is a vegan necromancer, Dehumanization, Child Abuse, Blood and Injury, Violence, Families of Choice, Bonding, Hurt/Comfort, Tommy is straight up not having a good time, Techno is somehow the patron god of a cult, Alternate Universe - Magic, Bedrock Bros, BAMF TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), hyped to be able to use that tag, BAMF Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF) Length: 6/7 chapters 31,128 words.

Tommy is a vegan necromancer— he can only work with plants. And this wouldn't be a problem, except necromancers are in short supply, and he just got kidnapped by a freaky cult, who wants him to ressurect their god? oh no.

[duckduckquackity]

Quiet. It was dark out now, the sun hiding in the distance as morning creeps closer. The torches surrounding the populated areas of the island being the only thing keeping the monsters that come out during the night from knocking him down. It was first time that day Quackity had truly been alone to ponder about everything that had happened. It was weird to think earlier he was warm, holding Gegg close with Forever nearby with Dapper as the kids cheered at the movie playing on the screen. The random selection of snacks scattered on the coffee table in front of them. Everyone eventually fell asleep where they were, no one bothered to actually move to their rooms. Except Quackity. He couldn’t sleep.

It shouldn’t have been him sitting there. It should have been anyone else, really. Hours before he had let go of Dapper into a storm that already has one of his friends in there. A friend who he hasn’t actually tried fighting the storm for. Instead Bad was the one standing out there waiting for the moment to get Charlie. Bad should be here with his family, with Forever, Dapper, and Gegg. Charlie should be with Mariana.

Is this how he repays them? They both let Quackity into their homes, into their lives, and all he does as a thanks is lose a kid and avoid a storm. For some dumb reason neither of them think he’s done anything wrong. Hell Bad believes in him. That’s just fucked. Of all the hurt people on the island to believe in he puts faith in Quackity, why would he do that? What does he gain from that? What are they after trying to do this shit for him? It doesn’t click, Quackity thinks. They can’t genuinely give a shit about him, there has to be some sort of deeper meaning in it. There has to be some scheme behind it all that he can’t see. So why the hell would Bad want him to take care of himself?

“Fuck,” Quackity cursed under his breath as he forced his jacket around his shoulders. Right. It’s cold out. The storm had moved onto other corners of the island, the rain had finally stopped. Some part of him wanted the rain to start again so maybe he can focus on something else rather than what he was thinking. But that’s not how it works. Nothing works the way he tries to make it work.

Now Quackity was walking just to walk. He didn’t really know where he was going, but it was a path he used many times before. The sites were familiar. The wall grew large again, the thing that initially separated everyone. Tallulah’s garden now littered with jorts still somehow seemed to be bright with hope, even if it wasn’t used for much anymore. Charlie’s house was more cleaned up than the last few times he saw it. It was weird knowing it wasn’t even in there right now, instead it was being tossed about in a storm. Fucked up thought since he was one of the last few to see Charlie before that.

Instead of stopping, Quackity kept going. Past the hole in the wall, past the random buildings people had made on the other side. Quackity glanced at the school. Right, he pretended to be a teacher didn’t he? Not that he was good at that. Maybe soon he should give the school to someone else. There. The remains laid to rest. A time now gone.

The house Quackity had built. It wasn’t even his idea. Nothing was ever his idea, actually. He stole it from his communicator when they started allowing access to certain sites. Now it was torn apart. The add-on that was Tilin’s room collapsed, he could find very little that belonged to her. The stairs leading to the upper half were surprisingly standing but they didn’t take the brunt of the explosions. The main house was teetering on the edge of falling into a heaping mess.

Walking up the stairs Quackity winced at every creak of the boards. A reminder that what was his home was falling apart. Maybe he could rebuild it, get out of everyone’s hair and prove he was capable at something for once. All he had to do was get the materials and spend a few days fixing on the base that remained.

Quackity shook his head, laughing emptily. He would never do that. It’s either he will do what he says or won’t. Something tells him he won’t fix this. Quackity sat down on the bench, that oddly, still stands strong. One of the few things that do. Being here was a rush of memories, most of Tilin, it stung despite knowing he’s alive out there. At the time it was him being a mess and her just wanting to be loved. No one helped. Why are people acting nice now? What do they want from him?

His hands came up to his face as he leaned back against the bench. Quackity felt his wings drooping against his bench. From his pocket his communicator fell against the bench.

The truth was there and he didn’t want to admit it. Quackity wasn’t getting any closer to being a better person, he was supposed to, but he wasn’t. Was there any progress made?

Fuck, he really was a problem, huh?

[ghostbonetv]

>having a dramatic anime moment™ on a cliff

>staring off into the sunset

>dramatically

>the wind flies around me making my hair and clothes go crazy

>headphones in

>jort storm

[0n-th3-fl1p-s1d3]

January: Don't Listen (starting off with a banger ig)

February: Blue (yayyyy derivakat on my birthday!!)

March: What If Things Get Worse (oh no.... 😳)

April: Coffee (maybe one day I can fight my c.ai addiction?)

May: The Perfect Pair (will dolly discover she's bicurious during May?! /lh /nf)

June: Hide and Seek (ayo?? 👀)

July: Jort Storm (things bouta get CRAZZZY-)

August: Vending Machine of Love (me tryna win dollys heart even tho she's heterosexual 🏃‍♀️)

September: Aishite Aishite Aishite (clingy yandere time!!)

October: The Moon Will Sing (Angst moment?)

November: A Million Gruesome Ways To Die (Sheepy villain arc??)

December: Look Who's Inside Again (mmmmm seasonal depression my beloved <3 /neu)

i wanna start a tag game so: let your spotify predict your 2024!

shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

january- guns and ships- hamilton (idek what this could represent but okay)

february- we fell in love in october- girl in red (PLEASE)

march- say no to this- hamilton (…i have nothing to say about this)

april- castles crumbling- taylor swift ft hayley williams (damnit sad month then?)

may- you’re losing me- taylor swift (FUCK TWO SAD MONTHS?? breakup songs are even worse now that im actually in a relationship. please. better not be accurate)

june- astronomy- conan gray (please stop why am i having so many sad songs)

july- stoned- ed sheeran (oh fuck this)

august- new year’s day- taylor swift (hm okay. idk what to say about this)

september- heather- conan gray (i consider heather to be a happy song AND it’s mine and my partners song so i’m taking this as a good one)

october- 18- one direction (yessss we’re going okay now)

november- king of my heart- taylor swift (YESSS)

december- all too well (ten minute version)- taylor swift (i take it back ugh)

no pressure tags!!- @autumnleavesforwinter @weeping-in-the-willows @swiftieannah @felizusnavidad @jittyjames @anixknowsnothin (please help me get this off the ground, but also if this flops you saw nothing)

[dykes4timrand]

some riptide moments i will never stop thinking about

- in ep 26 when chip killed the goblin that attacked ollie

- in ep 32 when chip stormed out of the meeting with lizzie

- in ep 39/40 when chip was looking for ollie during the navy attack on joaldo

- in ep 39/40 when gillion fought jays cousin (?) and was like: jays my friend she’s doing good in the world you should be proud of her !!! and

- the flesh room in 52

- literally all of 53

- the jay and lizzie bit in 58

- in 71 when during gillions confessional in the sun temple he was like “i just want to steal lemons with chip and jay sometimes”

- jorts

- jay and niklaus’s deal in 81

- gillions reaction to edyns letter

- the sending spell kira sent jay in 91

- chip having the map on his back ??? bbg why do you know celestial why do you have the map

[satyr-syd]

Seconds after Sero stepped into the blazing heat of the summer sun, sweat already pooling at the base of his spine under his thin tank-top, it began to snow.

Chilly pin-pricks dotted the back of his back. A gust of wind manifested out of nowhere and whipped against his tragically exposed sides. He held out his hand and watched as tiny white specks melted on his sweaty palm. Sero looked up, but the sun still beat down, unhindered by a single wisp of cloud. Goosebumps pimpled down his arms.

Well this sucks.  

He was supposed to meet Todoroki in the quad five minutes ago for their daily study session (Sero had many charming qualities, and being fashionably late was one of them). Ever since their dorm’s AC had been tragically annihilated in an acid-related incident that Sero had absolutely no part in whatsoever, the quad was the best place to study. Outside, there was at least the suggestion of a breeze.

Okay, so it was a bit more than a suggestion now. More like a firm instruction, edging on harsh demand.

Sero rubbed his arms together, elbows tight against his poor exposed sides. Man oh man was he not a fan of winter. Winter meant trying to find the one jacket in the entire mall that suited his specific physique and hoping they still stocked it in his size. Where did the snow even come from? Why did it have to be now of all times? If he tried to make himself a jacket out of his tape would it actually work this time?

While Sero stood there freezing his ass off like an idiot instead of like, going back inside, a white-and-red head made its way through the quad to him.

read on ao3

fic art by @kim-namzoom!!!

“Hanta,” Todoroki greeted. His hair, grown lovingly past his shoulders in the spirit of spite (“My father despises it,” Todoroki had announced proudly after returning from winter break their second year), laid over his shoulder in a loose braid. Sero wondered who’d braided it for him. It looked nice.

By then, an icy sheen coated the ground and the wind blew loud enough to howl in his ear, and the nails on Sero’s fingers began to purple. “Dude, is this you?” Sero asked.

Todoroki shook his head. He stood close, nearly shoulder to shoulder. “I don’t know how to make snow.”

“Huh,” Sero said. “You should learn how. Then we could have snow cones like every day.”

Todoroki held out his hand - the right one - next to Sero’s.Whereas the snowflakes melted into watery mush in Sero’s palm after a few moments, they held their shape in Todoroki’s, forming a lacy layer of crystals over his slender fingers.

“Do you like snowcones?” Torodoki asked.

Sero shrugged. “Dunno, never had one.”

“Neither have I.”

Present Mic’s voice burst through the loudspeakers. “THERE HAS BEEN A QUIRK MISHAP! SORRY FOR THE UNFORESEEN WEATHER, KIDDOS! PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY BACK TO YOUR ROOMS WHILE WE FIGURE OUT WHAT’S HAPPENING.”

The few students still standing outside slowly filed indoors.

“Maybe one of the first years?” Sero asked.

“Probably,” Todoroki said. He held up his hand. “They’re the ones most lacking in control...and yet, overflowing with arrogance.”

“Wow, sounds like someone I knew in first year.”

Todoroki nodded sagely. “Bakugou was certainly a handful.”

“I know you know who I was talking about,” Sero said, poking his shoulder.

Todoroki smirked. It was just the slight quirk of his lips, barely visible unless you knew to look for it. Sero knew to look. He’s seen that smile a lot, these days. Which was great, because Todoroki had a wonderful smile, but also not great, because whenever he made Todoroki smile, his heart doki-doki ’d so hard that he was positive Todoroki could hear it.

See, asking Todoroki to tutor him had been a highly calculated move that had not one, but two purposes: first, Sero was, is, and (if we’re being honest) probably always will be a terrible student and if there was any chance of him getting decent grades his last year of high school, he needed a tutor. He could have asked the other top-scoring students, but Momo and Kendo were too busy (he wasn’t the only idiot scrambling for a passing grade), Bakugou was too explodey, Iida was too boring, and Midoriya was too muttery. Todoroki was none of those things and also the hottest of the bunch, which lead to purpose number two: as his tutor, he and Todoroki could spend more time alone together. Why? Because six months had passed since Sero admitted to himself that he was no better than every other girl in school and was totally crushing on the Icy-hot hero Shouto and now he’s tired of pining like some basic bitch.

“Let’s study in my room,” Todoroki said.

Sero had been to Torodoki’s room like, a ton of times, but his heart still skipped a beat every time Todoroki invited him. “Lead the way, sensei,” he said.

“I’m not your sensei.”

“Your teaching prowess says otherwise, sensei.”

“Call me sensei one more time and I’ll have Bakugou quiz you on polar coordinates.”

“Now that’s just cruel,” Sero said. He spun in front of Todoroki. “But I don’t think you have the heart to follow through on that - ” Sero tapped his nose to the beat of his killing blow “ -  sen-sei.”

Todoroki stared at him for a moment, pouting, cheeks pink from the cold. Then he pulled out his phone and began texting Bakugou.

“Noooooo shit I’m sorry I’ll stop! It was just a joke!”

This is it,  Sero told himself.  Snow storm wailing outside, holed up in Todoroki’s room, just the two of us - this is my moment.

Todoroki’s room hadn’t changed much since their first year. Decorative pot of bamboo in the corner (fake), tall, dark wooden drawers, a low desk free of clutter, tatami flooring, somehow. That ugly checkered mat by his desk. But where there once was one chair, now there were two. A pair of crocs (never worn) sat in front of his dresser. And on the dresser, crowding the decorative orb, half a dozen framed pictures: Todoroki, Midoriya, and Bakugou at the end of their internship with Endeavor; their class picture from last year; Natsuo and Fuyumi showering Todoroki in hugs; a selfie Sero took of him and Todoroki on their first day of their summer internship with Edgeshot.

There was also a behemoth purple beanbag sitting by the shoji screen. It looked wildly out of place with the rest of his traditional set-up. Sero dragged it over to Todoroki’s desk and flopped down into it.

Over the next twenty minutes, they reviewed that day’s lessons (apparently it’s like, good practice to review what you’ve learned that same day, which was annoying, but Sero’s grades had been going up, so whatever). Todoroki explained over and over until Sero actually understood how to convert Cartesian coordinates to polar coordinates. Maybe he wouldn’t have had to explain so many times if Sero had listened carefully, but, well, it was hard with Todoroki talking to him in the soothing, patient tone he took on when he was teaching. He just looked so cute with his brow furrowed, thinking up a new way to explain a concept that would penetrate Sero’s thick skull. Sero liked to think he had built up a tolerance to buff, attractive men over his nearly-three years at U.A., but he was still weak to Todoroki’s hands, to the way his tight t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders.

The fact that he was cold as shit wasn't helping him focus either. Faint shadows of falling snow danced along the translucent paper walls of the shoji screen, taunting him.

But hey, at least he vaguely understood the polar coordinate system.

“You know, you’re pretty good at this,” Sero said after he finally solved a difficult math problem all on his own. “I bet the others would die to get their hands on your notes.”

“Guess they’ll die, then.”

Sero snickered. “That’s rough, dude.”

Todoroki shrugged. “I’m not going to put effort into something I don’t like to do when I know they won’t appreciate it.”

Sero freezes. “Wait - you don’t like tutoring?”

“Well - ”

“Oh shit, am I making you do something you hate? Bro, why didn’t you tell me, I wouldn’t have - ”

“It’s different when it’s you,” Todoroki said sharply.

Sometimes, it was hard to tell when Todoroki was joking, or if he was actually serious. The look in those blue-brown eyes, though, showed his resolve loud and clear.

Todoroki immediately averted his eyes. “I like helping you,” he muttered, “so it’s fine.”

“Oh.”

Not for the first time, Sero wondered: why him? Todoroki had many other friends ...maybe friends that were smarter than he was and didn’t need tutoring, granted, but other friends he could be hanging out with. What’s the appeal? Was it his wonderfully terrible sense of humor? Was it the muscles he totally wasn't showing off? Was it because they shared the same taste in manga (oh yeah - he should ask Todoroki if he finished with week’s Shonen Champion)? Was it because he, unlike at least half of their year, was capable of talking at a normal volume? Over his time at U.A., Sero had gained more confidence in himself than he ever thought he would, but when it came to Todoroki, he still felt...small. Unsure if the light that shone from a great hero like Todoroki drowned out his own little spark.

Usually things between them were pretty chill, but after that comment, a weird kind of tension settled over the room. Not bad, just quiet, like when there's a sleeping cat on your laps and you're afraid any movement will wake it.

Pretty soon, though, Sero began to shiver. He couldn’t help it - there was a winter storm outside, apparently, and he was in a tank top and jorts, and seriously, did  no one  turn the heat on? Did no one turn the heat on  and  the AC miraculously began working again?

Todoroki was staring at him, too. God, he must have thought Sero was some kind of pansy, getting cold so easily, unable to regulate his own temperature like  some  people (though he guessed in that case, most people would be pansies to Todoroki).

13) Convert 2x−5x   3   =1+xy into polar coordinates.

Sero tapped his pen against his paper. Todoroki’s gaze followed the movement, then returned to his face. Sero could practically feel his impatience.

Sero put his pen down and stretched his arms over his head. Todoroki looked away.  Got’em.  

“You know...” Sero said. Todoroki glanced back at him. “...staring at me isn’t going to help me solve this stupid question any faster.”

“I wasn’t staring,” Todoroki said, crossing his arms like a petulant child.

Sero grinned. Anyone who knew him well can tell you that the Cool and Cold hero Shouto was just as petty as any mortal. Probably pettier, in fact. “You totally were.”

Todoroki frowned. “You were shivering.”

“Yeah, wonder why.”

Todoroki’s gaze shifted over to him. He looked Sero up and down. Sero tried and failed not to shiver. Todoroki’s clenched jaw softed and his eyes smiled and he stared - this time, he  was definitely staring - Sero felt his face heating up (well, that’s one way to get warm).

Wordlessly, Todoroki got up and sat down next to him on the beanbag. Sero fell against him, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, thigh to thigh, the tips of Todoroki’s braid tickling his shoulder.

Sero froze up (pun intended). His heart pounded in his ears. But he knew what Todoroki was doing, so he didn’t feel guilty as he curled into his side, basking in the warmth like a cat in a strip of sunlight. And the warmth from Todoroki’s left side began to melt him down.  

He pressed his cheek against Todoroki’s shoulder and said, “I thought you didn’t like people using you as a space heater.”

“Most people.”

Sero smirked. “So you’re saying I’m special?”

Todoroki looked at him and smiled. “Didn’t I say that earlier?”

Ohhhh man oh fuck. How could he just say that, looking at him like that, like he was more than just the plainest guy in class, like he really was special? Sero was known for keeping his cool, for being the chillest dude in the group, but with someone as special as Todoroki looking at him like  he’s  special…fuck.

“I mean, well, like that was just about tutoring and not, you know - ”  nearly sitting in my fucking lap,   “  - sharing personal space.”

“You looked cold,” Todoroki said. He could feel Todoroki’s breath on his cheek. “I didn’t want you to be distracted.”

“I’m a lot more distracted now.”

A part of him cringed as the words left his mouth. Oh god, why did I say that, was that even sexy?  But another part of him pushed that part down and shushed it. This is the opening we’ve been waiting for, it said. Even if Todoroki turned him down, at least he could graduate without any regrets. Maybe he could even tell his grandkids that he once received a  personal  rejection from the great hero Shouto.

“Oh.” Todoroki said, shoulder tensing where Sero leaned against him. Sero braced himself mentally, the same way he did before he launched himself off a building, preparing for the inevitable gut-plunge as he swooped toward the ground. “...me too.”

And there’s the thrill of the upward swing.

Sero was an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t have shot his shot if he’d thought he had no chance. Still, hearing Todoroki say he feels it too took him by surprise in the best way possible. Like tasting the sweet tang of umiboshi in the center of a plain-looking onigiri. Like acing a test you thought you failed. Like snow in June.

The air between them was electric but still. Did that count as admitting their feelings? What should he say now? Where were they supposed to go from here? All Sero wanted to do his grab Todoroki’s hand and hold his stupid pretty face in his hands and kiss him silly, but they should probably like, talk about things -

“Hanta.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Oh thank fuck - yes please.”

And then he was kissing Todoroki Shouto, son of number one hero Endeavor, one of the Big Three most promising students at the most prestigious hero school in the country. His lips were soft but clumsy, shy but adamant as he pressed against him. Sero cupped his face and felt the slight inhale of Shouto’s gasp. Despite being pinned down by the weight of Shouto’s chest on his and trapped between the strong forearms framing his face, the light that perpetually emanated from the great hero Shouto wasn’t overwhelming. Sero was warmed by his light instead of cowed by it. In that moment, Shouto’s light drew out the best in him - and his little spark ignited.  

Yet, that question that always nagged him surfaced again: Why me?      

As Shouto’s kisses began to trail down his neck, Sero figured he could ask why later - when Shouto wasn’t busy showing him it’s you, it’s you.      

Even with the frozen tundra battering just outside, Sero was burning up again.