#i hope kota has a good day too

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good morning. kenny omega is the coolest guy ever and i hope he has a good day today. okay bye bye.

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The Wedding Fic ❤️

Feat. sick Madix.

I tried my best to strike a balance between the angsty sickfic moments and the cute wedding moments. I hope everyone loves it! I feel a funny sense of pride for my made-up characters. Anyway, I'll always love this community! Thank you for caring about my imaginary friends :)

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“Guess what?” 

“What?” 

“I’m getting married today.” 

Madix chuckled lowly in his throat as he smoothed out the shoulders on Dakota’s navy-blue suit. He straightened his best friend’s collar, running his hands down the silken fabric so that the lapels lay flat against his chest. “Shoot, I have plans today. I can’t make it.” 

“The betrayal!” Dakota dramatically swooned and grabbed his chest. Their hands touched, making them both sober up. Dakota held Madix’s hand firmly. He sniffled—the first signs of tears of the day. “Thank you, Mads. Everything looks great.” 

“Oh, you’re not ready yet,” Madix said, rummaging in the suitcase he had packed for the day. 

The wedding hall had private rooms for the couple to get ready separately. Blair was no doubt being pampered and kissed in the room next door. He could hear soft laughter coming through the wall. It was only 9am and already the air was alive with excitement. It was going to be a dizzying day full of movement. Madix tried to steady his shaking hands as he pinned a flower boutonnière onto Dakota’s breast. In fashion with a December wedding, the flowers were white as snow with red berries as the accent. Pine green leaves added a touch of nature as well. 

“Are you nervous?” Madix asked, feeling Dakota’s chest rise and fall with each breath. 

“No,” Dakota said simply. “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life. Nothing has ever felt more right.” 

“Gosh, Kota, we’re not supposed to cry yet.” Madix wiped his eyes. He also wiped his palms on his pants. He wore a grey suit, similar to Dakota’s blue one, with less adornments. Sweat seemed to gather in every crevice of the outfit. 

Dakota watched his friend anxiously scan the room. Madix finally took a good deep breath when he put the rings in his pocket. Next, he grabbed the cufflinks off the dresser. “You nervous?” 

Madix sighed and wiped the sweat off his brow. “Maybe a bit stressed. I want everything to go well for you.” Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He didn’t expect to have so many nerves on a day that wasn’t even his own. He regretted eating such a large breakfast at the hotel. An odd ache settled in the pit of his belly that he knew wouldn’t go away until Dakota and Blair kissed. 

When Madix finished attaching the cufflinks, Dakota grabbed his hands once more, momentarily taken aback by their clamminess. “Relax, Maddy. It doesn’t have to be perfect. I appreciate all that you’ve done up to this point. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Madix tried to shake off the growing sense of nausea. “Let’s make you a married man.” 

…

Large windows covered the entire back wall of the wedding hall. Madix thanked mother nature for providing the fluffiest snowfall. There were no harsh winter winds or grey skies—only sunshine that danced between soft snowflakes. 

He stood at the end of the aisle with Dakota, Riley, and Dakota’s sister Logan. Logan wore a feminine grey suit that matched the rest of the groomsmen. In the first row of seats, Dakota’s father couldn’t take his eyes off his son. The two generations tapped on their legs in anticipation. Dakota’s smile grew bigger and bigger as his soon-to-be bride was about to walk down the aisle. 

The music changed, and then Blair emerged wearing winter itself.

Arm in arm with her father, Blair made the fateful walk towards Dakota. Her long white dress trailed behind her, tracking red flower petals that the young flower girl had dropped. Intricate lace covered her arms in a flurry of patterns. The bouquet of reds, greens, and white matched Dakota’s boutonnière. And her smile! Her smile matched Dakota’s as well. It was as if their joy drew them together. Madix smirked as Dakota bounced on his feet. 

Her platinum blond hair fell over her shoulders in a snowfall. She radiated warmth despite the arctic aesthetic. Her skin held a candle-like glow. Her eyes shone as if bouncing back the light from the flickering fireplace.

And then the handkerchief came out. Dakota dabbed his eyes lightly at first. Finally, when she stood next to him, he couldn’t help the flood of tears. A queen stood before him. His queen. 

Blair took his hands. “Hi baby,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. 

Dakota let out a shaky laugh. “Hi, oh my god, Bee. You look—you look beautiful.” He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t find the words. His eyes remained glassy for the rest of the ceremony, filled with tears of joy. He imagined that he was looking through a snow globe, seeing only one perfect dream for the rest of his life. 

As ceremonies go, this one was short and to the point. 

Neither Dakota nor Blair was terribly religious, but a bit of Blair’s mother managed to squeeze into the officiant’s speech. Yes, it spoke of everlasting love, faithfulness, and the love of God. But it also spoke of evergreen trees, with their unwavering steadiness in the face of harsh winds. It spoke of growth and new beginnings, with the officiant playing off the chilly weather outside to mark a contrast between winter and spring. Dakota and Blair’s life as a married couple would move through the seasons, with all its ups and downs. Whether sun or rain, they would have each other to find shelter and peace in. 

Madix’s vision grew blurry, but not because of tears. He swayed on his feet, feeling a wave of vertigo wash over him. His heart thudded loud in his chest. Trying his hardest to keep his expression neutral, he bit the side of his cheek to keep the nausea from showing on his face. 

For possibly the tenth time, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. At the same time, he shivered as if there were no window blocking out the winter weather. He knew that being hot and cold at once wasn’t a good sign. Nothing happening in his body was a good sign—not the churning in his belly, nor the aches in his muscles. What started out as nerves seemed to be revealing itself as something more. Madix swallowed thickly, forcing down a nauseous burp. 

The ceremony only had a few more beats to hit. He could make it. He would not pass out, even though he wanted so badly to lean back against Riley who stood behind him. It looked like he’d be carrying a secret with him that day—a heavy secret that sat like grease in his tummy. 

Madix forced himself to pay attention when Dakota and Blair said their vows. 

Dakota went first. He pulled a paper out of his pocket and unfolded it with steady hands. He smiled at Blair, getting lost in her soft gaze until he realized that he needed to speak the words out loud. 

“Blair, Bee. I love you so fucking much. I couldn’t think of a better way to start this because writing is not my strong suit.” Dakota let out a shaky laugh, finding the right rhythm for his speech. He held the paper, though never looked down at the words. “I wish you could see through my eyes so that you’d understand that you are my entire world. I look at you when I make a joke to see if it made you laugh. I look at you when I’m scared and overwhelmed because you make me feel grounded. I look at you and I see my future. In your eyes, I see comfort and unconditional love. You put up with all my ramblings and my childish sense of humour. You help slow the world down when my brain is going too fast. I get to appreciate your beauty, your confidence, and your kindness in real time. I hope our lives together move slow so that I can spend an eternity loving you the way you deserve.” 

Tears like icicles fell onto Blair’s rosy cheeks. She mumbled a quick ‘I love you’ under her breath before taking out her own cue cards. 

“Dakota,” she began, wiping her eyes with a tissue, “you’re my favourite person to be around because I can be myself in its entirety. With you I can be vulnerable, and messy, and imperfect. It’s a gift to be able to hold someone who knows and loves every bit of your soul. You’ve always encouraged me to chase my dreams, and this is me chasing my forever dream. Our careers may change, our health may waver, but my heart will never change. It will forever be yours. I vow to always laugh at your jokes, to stand by you in times of sorrow, and to lift you up just as you have done for me. Today I get to marry my favourite person, and I can’t wait another second.”

After a few more words from the officiant, Madix was finally admitting to himself that his unease would not go away even when his best friend was well and truly married. He felt all the joy and love in his heart after hearing their vows, but that did not stop him from feeling other, less pleasant sensations, elsewhere in his body. 

Dakota and Blair were oblivious to anything that wasn’t each other—as they should be! They allowed themselves to get lost in the eyes of their partner. They held hands, wearing their giddy smiles while they exchanged ‘I do’s’. 

With snow falling in the background and candles aglow around them, Dakota and Blair shared their first kiss as husband and wife. 

…

Cocktail hour and photo ops was the worst part of the day for Madix. He held back while his best friends ventured outside to take pictures in the snow. Eventually he would need to join the wedding party in the cold for group pictures, but he took a second to himself to hide in the bathroom. He wandered upstairs where the private bathroom would give him the necessary privacy to wallow in his misery. 

He was going to ruin the goddamn pictures with his forced smile and baggy eyes. His face was the colour of January slush. The lights in the bathroom buzzed in his brain. He groaned and leaned against the sink as a burp rumbled up his chest. His stomach was a blizzard of nausea, swirling with half-digested food. 

This was the beginning of something bad. He was sick and he knew it. He prayed that he could hide it until the end of the night. Out of all the days in the year, this one was certainly the worst one to make a big deal about his own feelings. Dakota and Blair didn’t deserve this on their wedding day. 

Madix debated telling Riley that he was sick, but he decided against it for many reasons. Besides the obvious, Riley would likely insist that Madix be honest with Dakota and Blair. They’re your friends. They will understand. Well, Madix didn’t want them to understand; he wanted them to be none the wiser and go about their special day without worry. 

Madix stayed in the bathroom, forcing down burps, until he had to take pictures. He avoided hugs and handshakes as much as he could. He also avoided the appetizers and drinks. His breakfast seemed to be cooperative about staying down, but he knew that wouldn’t be the case if he tried to eat anything else. Though the vertigo was ever-present, he never dared touching the food. 

The staff members turned the ceremony hall into the dinner hall, swapping out the rows of chairs with circular tables. Deep reds and forests greens gave the room a mature and relaxed vibe. As the day progressed, the moon replaced the sun in the large windows.

Dakota and Blair had their first dance, swaying slowly like trees blowing in the wind. Blair’s dress created a halo around their feet as they spun on the dance floor. 

Madix watched until he couldn’t. He missed seeing Blair dance with her father and then missed Blair dancing with Dakota’s dad. He wanted to stay for it all, but the nausea was too great. His head swam and his tummy gurgled. Madix made some excuse to Riley and quickly fled the hall. 

His stomach was done being kind.

He jogged to the private bathroom in the groom’s room, thankful that he had access to these parts of the building. 

Madix moaned as he dropped to his knees in front of the toilet. He held his aching belly as it whined. A gurgling burp escaped past his lips, dripping saliva into the bowl. 

After a long time of gagging and spitting, he suddenly felt his stomach lurch. His shoulders rolled forward with a deep retch that came from the pit of his guts. Thick vomit splattered into the toilet. His belly gave another squeeze. He moaned as more sick gushed from his mouth. 

Ten minutes later, his hands were shaking and his nose burned with acid. He cleaned himself up, splashed water on his face, and returned to the party. 

Dinner was served to every table by this point. He had missed a lot. He let out a deep exhale and shook out his wrists to release the build-up of tension in his bones. 

At the head table, Dakota and Blair chatted with relatives who came to say hi. Madix tried to inconspicuously take his spot next to Dakota without prompting anyone to notice his absence. 

“Madix, where’d you go?” Dakota said loudly, turning to his friend. “Riley got you a plate of food.” He swung his arm over the back of his chair. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all day.” 

“You’re very popular today, Kota,” Madix said, trying to sound light. “I wanted to give you space to talk to family.” 

“Yeah, it’s crazy. I don’t know who half these people are.” Dakota looked down at the untouched food. He slid the plate closer to his friend. “Eat. You look pale.” Dakota got distracted by a relative coming up to say kind words, but he eventually turned his attention back to Madix who was only stabbing at the grilled chicken with his fork. He looked contemplative for a moment before saying, “Are you alright? You seem off.” 

Madix shrugged. “I’m good. There’s just lots going on. Lots of talking and music.” 

“You got a headache? Blair has ibuprofen.” Before he could say anything, Dakota spun around to ask Blair for meds. 

Blair reached across her new husband to hand Madix two pills. “Hope these help, Mads, because we have a good playlist lined up for tonight.” She held onto his hand for longer than necessary, noticing his flushed cheeks. “You can step outside if it’s too hot in here.” 

“I might do that actually.” 

“But be back in time for speeches!” Blair said excitedly. 

Fuck. His speech…

Madix pretended to go outside, but he just snuck back to the bathroom, hoping he could throw up one more time before he had to talk to a room full of strangers. His stomach made all sorts of noises. He hung his head over the toilet, letting stringy saliva fall into the water. He belched and hiccupped but nothing more. It caused a great sense of dread to build in his body, knowing he was at the mercy of an unpredictable stomach bug. 

Fuck it, he said, preparing to get his speech over and done with. After that, there’d be just dancing that he didn’t mind missing. 

Blair’s sister got up to the podium first, talking about the role model that Blair was. Being a teenager, she made the room laugh with her slang and fresh jokes.

His own speech was printed on cue cards that surely would be drenched in sweat inside his pocket. He pulled out the damp paper, wondering if steam was curling off his head. 

Madix plastered on a smile and stepped up to the podium. Dakota and Blair smiled at him expectantly with their arms wrapped around each other. 

He cleared his throat, remembering the taste of vomit as it clung to his oesophagus. “Dakota…you’ve been my best friend since high school…and now you’ve given me a new person to laugh with, care for, and make memories with. I love Blair as much as I love you, perhaps a little more because” —Madix paused, feeling a burp rising to his mouth. He pressed a fist to his lips, suppressing the belch before it could escape— “because she has never called me in the middle of the night asking for an emergency condom. She has never wrapped my entire desk, including my pencils, in aluminum foil…” 

Madix was sure he had prepared a third example of the ridiculous things that Dakota had done to him over the years, but he couldn’t remember what it was. He UMMed and left awkward silences in this speech until he decided to skip over it. 

This was not going well. His voice was robotic, and his posture was crap as he tried to ease the ache in his belly by leaning forward. He couldn’t rub his stomach behind the podium because Dakota and Blair sat nearly in line with where he stood. 

Madix skipped over much of his speech. He would have to give Dakota the script for it some other time because they really did have great memories, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand there for much longer. He wondered if the microphone was picking up the sick gurgles that came from his stomach. God, he hoped not. It was making so much noise, and of course now he felt like he could throw up. Now, with everyone staring at him—with Dakota and Blair waiting for him to finish his speech—now, his belly was ready to give up. 

His jaw was growing heavier, and he had to swallow an absurd amount of saliva. He hiccupped and blushed, realizing that people must think he was drunk. Finish the fucking speech. He raised his glass, “To Dakota and Blair, I hope you annoy each other now, instead of the rest of us. To Blair, I hope you know that you can come to me just as you would your best friend, because that’s what I’ll be for you as long as you love Dakota.” 

Madix forced himself to drink the champaign. The bubbles angered his belly enough to make him gag so he quickly covered his mouth and left the podium. 

He couldn’t do all that without giving his friends hugs, so he walked into Dakota’s open arms. Dakota mumbled something vaguely funny in his ear then kissed him on the cheek. 

He hugged Blair next. She too whispered in his ear, “Thank you, Madix. I love you.” 

“I love you, Bee.” 

She broke away from the hug but held onto his arm, watching his face closely. Madix squirmed under her gaze, imagining that his expression gave away his secret. Maybe it did. He mumbled something about going to the bathroom. Luckily Blair’s parents were meant to give the last speech, so she didn’t say anything to him as he left. 

Madix’s stomach gurgled ominously. It churned beneath his hand as he half-ran to the same bathroom that he’d been using all day. His knees, now bruised from before, felt the pain of landing on the cold tile once more. 

With his hands gripped tightly to the toilet, he let out the sick belch that he’d been holding for the entire speech. It burst from his mouth, bringing with it a flood of acid that burned the back of his throat. 

The rippling water made him dizzy and lightheaded. His poor tummy turned itself inside out. 

A torrent of sick rushed past his lips. He felt the chunks of food on his tongue, making him gag even more. Another heave, and he filled the bowl with more brown sludge. 

This was the moment that Blair appeared in the open doorway. As soon as the speeches were done, she snuck away to check on Madix. It wasn’t difficult to find him, given the harsh sounds of vomiting. 

The door to the groom’s room was closed, but Madix had not shut the bathroom door, thinking that no one would come into the adjoining room. She closed the door behind her and pouted at the sick boy on the floor. 

“Oh, Madix, hon,” she cooed, stepping into the large bathroom. She crouched next to him and placed a hand on his back. He shuddered at her touch. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” 

He couldn’t say a word because his belly spasmed again. This time, tears of exertion and sadness leaked from his eyes. She touched him so gently that he couldn’t help but mumble her name. He hadn’t realized that someone else’s presence would feel so good. “Blair…Ugh, I’m so sorry.” 

She shushed him. “No, don’t say that. You have nothing to be sorry for.” She brushed his damp hair back from his face. “Oh, you’re really sick, aren’t you?” 

He nodded and leaned back against the wall. “Please don’t tell Dakota. It’s just a stomach bug.” 

Blair made a tsking noise at the foolish boy. “Honey, look at you. You’re delirious if you think I’m going to let you go on like this.” She placed her palm on his forehead. “And you’re burning up. Dakota will want to bring you back to the hotel.” 

Madix wanted to cry more, but he had no more fluid left in his body. 

“Don’t move.” Blair stood up and dusted off her dress. “We’re going to help you, you stubborn man.” 

Blair found her husband chatting with his father at one of the empty tables. Most everyone was dancing. Dakota swayed to the music, listening to his father tell a story. 

She put a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt. Babe, can I talk to you, please?” 

Dakota followed Blair into the hallway where it was quiet. He held her hand and giggled as if they were going somewhere to make out.  He sobered up when he saw her face. “What’s wrong?” 

“Your best man is an idiot.” 

“Only occasionally. What did he do?” 

Blair pinched the bridge of her nose. “He’s really sick. He didn’t want to tell you, so he’s hiding in the bathroom.” 

A confused frown brought Dakota’s brows together. His expression softened as he begun to think back. “Oh gosh, he is an idiot.”

“Would you talk some sense into him?” It was not a question. “I’ll talk to Riley and tell him what’s happening.” 

… 

Madix had resigned to sleeping on the floor, which is how Dakota found him. He pouted at the sight of his ashen complexion. 

“Mads, what the heck is this? Did you get drunk without me?” Dakota said, trying to add humour into his voice. With a groan, he lowered himself to the floor. He touched Madix’s shoulder. “Hey, you with me, buddy?” 

In a small voice, Madix mumbled, “Please don’t be mad.” 

Dakota shook his head in disbelief. “You’re such a fool. How could I be mad?” He rubbed his hand over Madix’s back as he rambled. “I suppose I could be upset that you spent the whole day lying to me. I could be upset that you didn’t let me help you before it got this bad.” Dakota just sighed. “Oh well, whatchu gonna do?” 

They sat in silence for a moment while Dakota loosened the tie around Madix’s neck. He puttered around the bathroom, flushing the toilet and wetting a cloth to wipe Madix’s face. He then knelt in front of him. “Time to sit up, Maddy.” 

Madix did as he was told, feeling his face unpeel from the floor. He groaned from the effort it took to move. His eyes were half shut when he finally looked at Dakota. “Did you have a good day at least?” 

“Yes, I did. I married my best friend.”

“We got married?” Madix slurred, letting a playful smile tug at his lips. 

Dakota chuckled. “You’ve been demoted, buddy…Nah, I’m just kidding, you’ll always be my best friend.” With gentle movements, Dakota washed the sick and sweat off Madix’s face. “God, that’s some fever. Here, let me take off your jacket.” 

They started the day with Madix dressing the groom and ended it with Dakota helping his best man out of his fever-soaked clothes.

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Old Defiance Jr High School (Dakota Laden x Reader)

This was a request by @coralineyouareinterribledanger

Summary: Reader joins the Destination Fear team on the investigation at Old Defiance Jr High School.

Pairing: Dakota Laden x Reader

Word Count: 5192

Trigger Warning: discriptions of a panic attack at the end

Authors Note: Took a while but here it is! As Destination Fear has rebranded for their switch over to youtube as Project Fear if you aren't aware. If an investigation happened on the Destination Fear show I will be using that but as soon as I switch to any Project Fear era stories that title will be used. Hope that explains anything!

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A little hinty-poo. That is all the team had asked for and Dakota had supplied.

“Truthfully, we’ve never been to a facility like this.”

The guesses came in with Chelsea thinking it was a church, Alex thinking a bar, and Tanner didn’t even offer a guess before Dakota went on.

“I’ll just tell you guys, honestly–”

Tanner interrupts, “What? Hold on!”

“Oh my god!” Alex comments as Tanner practically shouts over him, “This is a first! This is a first ever!”

Chelsea even looked a bit shocked at her brother’s willingness to give up information about a location. “Okay. Do it!”

“Yeah,” Dakota glanced between the three before he gave them the location hint. “We are going to a haunted school.”

Chelsea instantly broke out in a wail of protest at the thought of returning to a school. “Why are you so upset?” Dak questions’s his sister, directing his camera at her looking at her through the small LCD screen.

“I spent so much on my life at school!” She complained leaning her head back against the window.

Kota grinned, “You really just got done like a year ago.”

“I’m more scared of, like, my memories of school, than I am of an abandoned school.” Alex admits.

Chels points to her brother, “Remember when you got a B in film class?” She teased.

“Shut up!” Dak says as they all laughed. “My high school consisted of me being a nerdy film boy.”

“I always got, ‘Too Talkative’ on my report card.” Tanner admits. “ ‘Distracts others’.”

“Do you guys know who you're sitting with right now?” Chels grins pointing to herself.

“Chelsea was the homecoming queen,” Dakota explained for the camera.

“The presence of royalty!” Alex jokes, faking a bow from his seat next to Dakota. He sits up and glances at Dak before mentioning about his days in high school, “I was pretty much just in the dean’s office.” Tanner chuckled at his friend.

“So you're saying you guys were trouble makers and I was the goody two-shoes?” Chelsea looked at the three guys around her, “And now look at us, we’re all in the same place in life.”

“Yeah, just goes to show you don’t need to try that hard.” Tanner jokes.

“Unless you're Dak, keeping your high school sweetheart.” Alex leans over to nudge Dakota.

Chelsea gasps and looks at her brother. “That’s right you and (Y/N) have been together since high school! Ugh I wish she were here she would have such good embarrassing stories about you.”

Dakota grinned to himself and nodded. “Don’t worry you’ll see her soon.”

The RV stopped and I stood up from the black bench that I sat on waiting for this exact moment. It took a few moment before the door opened and my high school sweetheart and current boyfriend, Dakota Laden stepped down with a grin on his face as he shot the camera at me and waved a hand. I waved back the sleeve of his my sweater fell slightly so it no longer covered part of my hand. He turned around and helped his blindfolded friends and sister from the RV. I covered my mouth to prevent from laughing as the four made a train to walk over. As he parted from them, letting them sit on the bench I previously occupied he came to my side and silently kissed my temple in greeting. After that I went onto the RV with my bag for the night to wait for my que to come out. The production member who had picked me up from the airport had told me about the mystery box that Dakota had set up, in fact I had helped set up the table and box for the event. Now I sat in the passenger side front seat holding a camera that I was given with a tape label over the handle that read my name, given that would be the camera I used for my visit.

I got to observe Chelsea, and Chelsea alone got up behind the box. The first mystery animal was a hedgehog, well four or them. The next was an armadillo, which is such a strange looking animal. The last was a snake. As a handler came to remove the snake Dakota placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder, he glanced to the RV at the same time a crew member opened the door and waved me over.

As I stepped down, out of the RV I could hear Dakota, “Okay but on a brighter note I do have one last surprise for you all. We will not be alone tonight because I have convinced a very special person to join us for her first ever investigation. (Y/N).” As Dakota turned towards me the other three turned as well, their faces lighting up. I waved with a grin as I pointed my camera at them to help capture their reactions to seeing me. They all ran over to greet me and it wasn’t long until rain interrupted us and chased us all back onto the RV to travel the rest of the way to the location, which I only knew to be a high school.

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“So, right now we are going to park and read the packet. To make it clear, (Y/n), you have no idea where we are going correct?” Dakota explains his camera panning over to where I sat next to Chelsea.

I look up from the LCD screen on the camera sitting on the table aimed at Tanner and Alex to face him. “I was told it’s a high school? Which is creepy by the way.” I tried to smile at him but it didn’t quite get past the nerves already brewing from the anxiety of my first investigation.

“Don’t worry little duck, we’ve got your back.” Tanner reached over patting my head which I quickly laughed at and pushed his arm away.

We all got out of the RV and entered this fancy park gazebo area with a fireplace. Alex sat off to the end getting the long shot of the table we sat at, Tanner and Chelsea on one side across from Dakota and myself. A light setup above shined down giving us enough light to read in.

“Alright. I know you guys already know that it’s at a school.” Dakota began glancing between all of us the packet him his hand. “But , trust me, this is going to be a very bizarre one for us.”

Tanner took the packet and opened it up for him and Chelsea to read the front page, the location of the next investigation, “Old Defiance Junior High School.”

“Positioned directly between two winding rivers in Northwestern Ohio can be found the imposing facade of former Defiance Junior High School.” Chelsea read from the packet. “Standing for over a hundred years this three story building shaped the lives of thousands of students. But the school was not the first structure to be built on this land.”

Chelsea passed the packet and flashlight for easier read over to Tanner who took over reading. “In the mid-eighteen hundreds, the town established a high school. The institution operated without incident until 1891, when a scandal shook the town of Defiance to its core. Janitor John Mall was a hardened man who was arrested for helping a teacher bring a 12-year-old student down to the school’s basement. Mall held him tight as the teacher whipped the boy mercilessly, drawing blood.”

I couldn’t stop the look of disgust and scrunch of discomfort in my shoulders at the mentioned incident. Dakota took hold of my hand, running a thumb across my knuckles to soothe my discomfort. “It’s horrible. That poor child.” I muttered.

“That’s disgusting.” Tanner comments looking over to us. He took a deep breath before lowering his head to read on. “The two were turned in to the police by the school’s superintendent. Mall was so angered by the arrest that he launched a complaint of his own against the superintendent. After a lengthy investigation, Butler and the teachers in question were cleared of all accusations. But that did not stop the fall out for janitor Mall.”

Tanner went on to read how Mall was found bludgeoned to death, lying on the railroad tracks with his legs amputated. The railroad tracks in question are no more than 100 yards behind the school. Some believe that he was placed there against his will. The most scandalous things to ever happen in Defiance with no answer as to who did it.

“The truth about what happened that fateful night out by the tracks, is still unknown to this day.” Chelsea reads and looks up.

“Now that is a very bizarre story.” Alex comments and Dak looks at him and agrees.

“Sounds like there’s a lot of sketchy things happening within the walls of this school.” Chels concludes as she turns a page to read more. “Unfortunately, the tragedy at the high school did not end there. In 1902, two young football stars collided head-first on the field. Due to the poor protection of their leather helmets, both boys were badly injured. The boy from the rival school suffered from a fractured skull over his eye and died from his injuries. In 1918, a modernized building was created on top of the same foundation, but the new building did not keep misfortune from its doors. In 1921, the class valedictorian drowned while swimming in nearby Powell Lake. And just eight years later a junior drowned in the nearby river when he fell off his raft.”

Tanner adjusted his hat before he took over the next part of the packet read. Since its shut down in 2018,” - “That wasn’t that long ago” I muttered lowly not wanting to interrupt.- “There have been very few individuals who have dared to venture inside the building. But the few who have strongly believe that there are many spirits that chose to remain long after the final bell tolls. The most active areas include the second floor, home to many different classrooms and the library. And there are numerous shadow figures that dart in and out of classrooms.”

Dakota took the packet next to read. His hand left mine as he took hold of the packet. “The gym, a separate building accessed through the basement..”

“Yeah really creepy dude thanks for bringing us to this place. I’m sure your girlfriend just loves the sound of this place.” Alex sarcastically says, making me nod.

“This place sounds awful. Shadow figures pulling you out of rooms, creepy basements connecting buildings.” I add on as I take the packet from Dak. I licked my lips before I began to read from where he left off. “The third floor, home to classrooms and the study hall. Loud tapping and lockers slamming shut have been heard. The area with the most intense energy is room 312. EVPs of a woman urgently screaming, ‘Get out!’ have been captured, as well as references to fire and burning. The basement, this is where janitor Mall brought a student down to be punished. Mall is a very angry, hostile entity and becomes increasingly agitated when asked about his death.” I look up to the group, “Let’s not do that then, shall we?”

“Screw that!” Chelsea objects.

“We’re going to deal with something that wants to hurt us?” Tanner asks, looking right at Dakota.

“We’ve never really dealt with any sort of spirit like this before.” Dakota explains. “Whoever ends up sleeping alone in that basement is screwed.

I huff running a hand through my hair feeling a spike in anxiety for what this investigation might bring.

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“Class is now in session.” Alex announces as the RV parked out front of the huge high school.

The five of us got out of the RV with our cameras and a flashlight. Dakota walked in the lead to open the door for the rest of us, I stayed right behind him, as the other three commented on the size of the school we were about to spend the night in.

“Welcome to school!” Dak announces as he opens the doors.

Chelsea and I entered first with Tanner right behind us. He looked around at the hallway we had entered into. “This is so weird. All the desks, lockers, papers are still everywhere.”

“Definitely has the creep factor.”

A loud slam behind us caused me to yelp and spin around. “Alex!” Dakota called out his friend who had a small smile on his face. “Just a little test to see if we’re on edge.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Well I think it’s safe to say we’re on edge.”

With our first look done we set up the gear room on the first floor. From the first floor we headed down into the basement. Dakota once again took the lead but this time I stayed more in the middle with the Laden siblings in front of me with Tanner and Alex behind me. The first look at the basement was unsettling.

“The basement is where Janitor Moll lived and where he, reportedly, abused a student down here.” Dakota reminded as we stopped walking. Everyone was looking around. “When asked, ‘How did your die?’ Someone got the response, ‘I’ll show you.’” On my left, in one of the entrance ways I thought I seen a tall dark figure. Turning my camera towards where I was looking the dark figure was gone and it seemed simply to be possibly Alex’s shadow. I turned back to Dakota as he pulled a device out of his pocket. “I’m gonna have the ovilus on the entire time we’re down here. If janitor Moll is down here he will be able to choose one word at a time and talk to us.” He turns to his sister, “All right Chels, you wanna hold the ovilus while we’re down here?” He passes the devise over and I leaned over towards Chelsea to get a look at the devise now in her hand.

As a group we walked farther into the basement in the direction of the possible shadow figure I had seen earlier. Alex behind me muttered about how creepy the basement was and Dakota prompted for Moll to talk to us using the ovilus. With no response Chelsea directed Kota to lead us to the area where the janitor would have stayed. The room was a bit of a mess but the inspection lead to discovering a crawl space. The moment someone pointed out the crawl space the electronic voice of the ovilus spoke for the first time, “Here.”

“What?” Dakota turned towards Chelsea. She confirmed that the ovilus said ‘here’.

“A lot of people think you’re a bad man. Is there anything you’d like to say?” Tanner comments, my attention was still drawn to the crawl space, this time with my camera facing the same area.

It was silent as they waited for a possible answer. When there wasn’t one Dakota asked another question, “Where you actually as bad as people say? Or was the superintendent trying to frame you?”

Again nothing.

“Who killed you?”

That question got an answer. “Teacher.” The ovilus had answered.

The main four shared their excitement and shock of the answer. “That paints a different picture in my head of what went down.” Dakota admits.

“I don’t think I have ever heard ‘teacher’ come out of the ovilus.” Al comments.

“I have a gut feeling that the janitor knew something that someone didn’t want him to know.” Chelsea says.

“Maybe he did see too much. Maybe he did know too much.” Dak agreed.

“Yeah there is two sides to every story.” I nod turning to face them. “Maybe the janitor wasn’t the bad guy in the first place.” Chelsea adds.

Dakota restates the question if a teacher did this to the entity they were talking with. Although it wasn’t the ovilus that answered. Instead there was a loud thud that came from another room. Alex, being the closest to the doorway quickly went to look. He turned to look at us from over his shoulder, “Dude, I think that came from up the stairs.”

“Let’s go over there.” Dak instructs setting the team into movement heading to investigate the thud we all heard.

Entering the room where the stairs are off of we looked around. Dakota asked for another noise. It was quiet for a few seconds before another thud was heard. This time Tanner stepped into the hall shining his flashlight up the stairs. “That came from upstairs.”

“That sounded like a locker slamming.” Tanner says almost uncertain.

“That did sound like a locker!” Dakota and Alex agreed.

The group went back up stairs and entered the gear room. From there Tanner went over and slammed a locker shut to have a noise to compare what we heard to. It was pretty much confirmed that the noise was from the lockers weather it was slammed or banged on it was definitely from the lockers near the stairwell.

“I just don’t like the fact that it lead us out of the basement.” Tanner comments and I quickly look over to him. “I totally agree.” Tanner nods glancing over at me, “Like, after we were getting some good responses.”

“I mean, it’s said that he doesn’t like to talk about his death.” Alex reminds us softly.

“Or we were getting such good answers that something else didn’t want us hearing them.” Chelsea counters.

“Janitor Moll, was that you up here? Or was that something else, someone else?” Dakota prompts in a louder tone than what we had been talking among our self in.

No answer.

“Were you trying to lead us out of the basement?” Al asked.

The ovilus spoke. Return.

“Like go back down to the basement?” Chelsea questions.

“Why would it lead us back up only to go back down?” Tanner was confused.

As we stood there trying to understand what was happening another jingle like noise could be heard. “Is that coming from the basement?” Dakota asks.

Alex walked over to the top of the stairs and Tanner followed, as did I. As the three of us stood at the top of the stairs listening we once again heard the jingling sound.

“What is that?” Dak wrapped an arm around me as he leaned forward. “It was like metal.”

I let out a soft gasp. “Like keys!”

Once again we descended the stairs into the basement. “I think (Y/n) was right, it sounded like keys.” Chelsea agreed her camera pointed at me. Dakota also agreeing. Tanner even pointing out how a janitor carries a ring of keys.

As we confirm that activity keeps happening where we aren’t Dakota decides to set up a static camera in the basement, first floor, and third floor with a REM pod in front of each camera. With those ‘traps’ set up we walked up to the second floor to continue our investigation.

The second floor was just a creepy as the first. Chairs and desks lined against the lockers in the hallways, books and paper littered around. Stopping about halfway down the hallway once again Dakota lead the charge on trying to make contact. With no answer we enter one of the classrooms. The guys commenting on how untouched everything looks for a school that has been abandoned since 2018. With art still hanging on the wall, piles of books, all the chairs and desks still around.

It wasn’t long before we moved up to the third floor. The floor looked just as abandoned as the previous floors but with less desks and chairs in the hall. Yet is was still so easy to picture the halls still in use teenagers loitering around lockers, rushing to an from classes, lockers jamming or being slammed shut- a noise they may have already heard. Chelsea even commented on it, “You can just imagine all these halls packed with students.” It was something we could all agree with as we strolled down the hallway.

A REM pod was set up as we settled on a spot in the hall. Dakota opened up the line of communication. Alex was stood a bit farther back to get a wide shot of the group, always the camera man. I was somewhere between Alex and Dakota against the locker deciding to film behind Alex since it wasn’t being caught by the other three.

If only we knew the evidence being caught in the basement at that same moment. Buzzing. Running water. The light turning on by itself. All while we were floors above and no one else was in the building.. living that is.

With a seemingly uneventful third floor hallway investigation we headed into room 312, which is said to be where most the paranormal activity is centered around. Everyone seemed to enter the last room on the left, I ended up staying in the doorway, my back to the hallway.

“What exactly happens here?” Alex inquired to document the claims for their footage.

Dakota began to list that people have received EVPs saying ‘Get out’. Or EVPs relating to fire and burning that didn’t quite make sense. Chelsea pulled out the Ovilus by request of her younger brother. As she turned the device on I turned with my camera to peer down the dark hallway towards the stairs feeling uneasy, like someone was watching me. With multiple unanswered questions Dakota asked if the spirit would rather go into the hallway, behind me, where the REM pod was still set up and use that instead.

“If that REM pod goes off I’m getting out of this doorway,” I joked although very serious.

A REM pod did go off but it also happened to be down in the basement. Continuing to beep as the guys ask for a sign of activity. Including when Dakota asked for a sign to leave, but we wouldn’t know.

The ovilus finally went off drawing our attention to the devise. Chelsea looked down at the screen and repeated the word that it had said, “Observe.”

Dakota once again asked if the spirit could interact with the REM pod in the hall but the ovilus spoke. “Rewind.” I gasped softly. To look through all the floors worth of footage would take a long time. Something we wouldn’t be able to do until after the trip.

The group left the third floor, collecting all the equipment, before preparing to split up to sleep alone. It was when Dakota and Alex went to retrieve the basement camera and REM pod that they notice that the light was on. Dakota called for the rest of us. We all traveled down to the basement together to investigate the light being on.

“All of the lights are on down here,” Dakota mentions as he looked around the basement. He looked to the camera and seen the blinking red light signifying that it was still recording. “The camera is still on so we should have caught it on camera.”

Alex went over to the camera to verify that it indeed was still recording as we all fully entered the lightened up basement. Dakota admitted to not even knowing how to turn the lights on and we looked for a light switch. The group tried 3 different switches before finding the fourth, at the top of some utility stares that Tanner tried and successfully returned the basement to darkness. The bad news with the location was that the camera was pointed in the opposite direction and wouldn’t have been able to capture anything on the stairs that would flip the switch.

I feel bad for whoever has to sleep down here.” Dakota comments before we returned to the gear room to decide where everyone is sleeping for the night.

The four scary locations chosen were;

The gym, which we didn’t investigate and was a building all on its own.

The third floor.

The second floor.

And probably the worst being the basement.

Tanner wrote the four locations on paper for the random draw. Tanner drew the second floor. Dakota had me choose for the two of us. Sadly my luck was not there as I pulled out the basement. Alex pulled the gym leaving Chelsea with the third floor. With the locations selected we headed to our sleeping arrangements. Dakota and I headed down to the basement. Dakota set up the cot for me and him to some how share but he also had a sleeping bag just incase.

“How are you doing with all of this so far?” He asked in a soft voice as we both sat down on the cot.

“Good I think. I mean I have this constant feeling like someone is watching me and I have since we were on the third floor but I think its just nerves.” I admitted pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

“Well you’re doing great for your first investigation.” Dak leaned over and kissed my forehead before he pulled and pulled out two masks. Due to the condition of the basement we agreed that masks would be best for our health.

My restlessness lead to me sitting on the floor in front of Dakota and the cot. But still in frame of the set up cameras. My eyes were starting to play tricks on me, or so I thought, as a dark shadow would appear behind Dak occasionally but by the time I had blinked a few times it was gone, so I never mentioned it to my boyfriend.

“I’m really, really regretting taking away everyone’s flashlights.” Dakota admits before getting up and showing the darkness of the room by turning off the night vision. “Ow Dak!” I mumbled feeling something tug at my hair, thinking it was the zipper of his jacket getting caught in the dark. “Sorry, (Y/n).” Dakota quickly turned the night vision back on and sat back on the cot, making it creek.

“Janitor Moll, if you can hear me, in the nicest way possible, I really don’t wanna see you or hear you.

Dak and I made small conversation to pass the time, or pointing out possible noises both too nervous to sleep. I had stood and was now walking with one of the cameras so I didn’t walk into anything. “We’ve been down here for a while now. And it sucks.” Dakota spoke to the camera. “We keep feeling like we’re hearing things. In all directions. (Y/n) is somewhere behind me actually looking for anything.”

With nothing seen I went back to the cot to join Dak. Resting my head on his shoulder I closed my eyes. That was until we both jumped hearing the jingling, the same kind as earlier in the night. We both were not standing facing the direction the jingling had come from. Dak quickly moved for the camera. “Oh my god, I just heard keys!” He spoke to the camera about the jingling being the same as earlier but louder, do to the closer location.

“Hello?” Dak called out. He left my side to walk around the room we were in to investigate but I stayed near the cot. “That was keys right?” He asked.

“Uh huh. Clear as day.” I replied nodding my heart racing in my chest.

“Something is down here and I don’t like it. It came from close to this door or over here.” Dak was still looking around with the camera, no where near me when I heard a breathy sound next to me.

“Dak?” I called unsure of how far away he was to me.

“Yeah?” He replied sounding father away than the breath was.

“Something just breathed in my ear.” I bit my lip hesitating to look in the direction of the breath. I could hear Dakota’s hurried footsteps as he made his way back over to me. “There’s nothing there.” Dak tells me.

I let out a small nervous laugh. “Is..is now a good time to tell you I think I’ve been seeing something in the darkness?” I look up at him barely making out his face in the darkness. Dak took that seriously and instantly talked about getting out of there. As we went to leave I heard a loud knock right behind me causing me to let out a short panicked scream and grab onto Dakota’s jacket. I turned behind me to see a tall looming shadow causing me to stumble into Dakota’s back making him stumble as well. He was able to catch himself and quickly turn around.

Even in the darkness I could tell my peripheral vision was blurring as my breath quickened, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Dakota called my names sounding miles away. His arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders urging, leading me up the stairs out of the basement.

“Yo!” Dakota called as we entered the gear room his voice sounding as if I was stuck underwater.

Someone replied but I couldn’t hear it over the heartbeat in my ears. My hands felt numb as I gripped onto Dakota’s jacket.

“We’re done!” His voice was so far away as he tried to unfold my hands from his jacket. “Breathe, sweetheart.” As strangled, gasp was choked in and seemed to burn as it forced itself passed the lump that formed in my throat.

“Dude I am so done! (Y/n) having a panic attack.” His voice sounded crisper. He kneeled to the ground in front of me cupping my face.

“Sweetheart look at me, focus to my voice okay?”

My eyes blinked a few times before focusing on his face.

“Can you list five things you see?”

I licked my lips and looked around. “Camera. Desk. Chair. Books. You.”

“Good. Four things you can touch.”

“Notebook. Locker. My jacket. My watch.” I slowly acknowledged the notebook by my foot. The locker behind the chair that my head would occasionally touch. The jacket that felt too warm at the moment. And the watch that vibrated with the reminder to drink water.

Dakota smiled at me. “Three things you can hear?”

“Tanner and Chelsea in the hall. Alex over a walkie. My heart beat.” My breathing had calmed considerably and it no longer felt like a struggle.

“Two things you can smell.”

“Your body spray. Musty books.”

“Very good. And one thing you can taste?”

My brows furrowed at that one. I didn’t really taste anything at the moment. “I think there is a bit of strawberry left from my chap stick.”

Dakota let out a soft laugh as his thumb brushed over my cheek.

“That counts. Are you okay?”

“As long as we leave, sure.”

“I can take her outside while you guys pack up.” Chelsea offered softly as she stepped up next to her brother.

Dakota looked between her and his sister before nodding. “Get her some water too please.”

“I got it.” Tanner spoke up and passed the water bottle forward.

Dak helped me stand and kissed my head. “I’ll be out in a bit. I promise. It’s okay.”

[kthecutest]

Hi Im in soft hours. 🥰But I think about how it would be when K would hold his son in his arms for the first time. (I hope you don't mind the question but I'm getting my period soon and I always have a baby fever).🥰 I also believe that K will be such a good father. He is so amazing. He is also so sweet to the younger members and he has also been taking care of taki for 3 years. 🥰🤩😘💖💗💝

omgggg K's hands would be like a waterfall- just like his eyes. He'll be squirming and squeaking the entire time from his utter adoration for his son. A cute little kid version of K sleeping soundly in his huge hands, his brain system would literally shut down from his overflowing love and excitement for his son.

(gurl- idk how like this period thing is fucking acting like a bluetooth device because I'm on my period right now ToT)

Yesss K will literally be the best father ever. He would do ANYTHING for his little kiddo and his wife ofc. Mans would be using his duality to the maximum too. Would be the kids' inspirational idol papa but also the caring, clingy, lovey dovey stay-at-home dad. Would literally cry out a whole river whenever he gets calls from his members or managers to come to the company for practise or when he must go on tours or concerts; poor papa K don't wanna leave his mini-versions. He'd just wanna cling to them all day, let them do whatever and play along with each and every one of their little tricks, with a sweet honey-like smile on his face.

Over-protective asfff over his kiddos too. Son or daughter, doesn't matter, mans would come running to school with an intimitading ass face as soon as he hears that one of his kids get into a fight or got bullied. Would scare the living shit out of the bullies. And would always stand strong and take his kids side - even if they're at fault? yes. Mans would blame it on the other children with a shameless proud sassy face.

Kids definitely get their sassiness from their dad. Ever since early age, you could pick up obvious signs of your kids doing the 'iconic K sassy walk' and the sassy faces all copy pasted from their dad. You would just laugh it off- not a single complain until these little cuties decide to use this against you in a scolding section.

"Kota! Tell me exactly why your grades are low!", an eye-roll from the boy and his sister sticking out her tongue at you, backing her brother up. These kids, learnt wayyyy too much from their dad. You'd have them kneeling on the balcony while you start your iconic asian mom lecture section and that's when your husband comes running in. This mans can be strict with ANYONE ELSE except his own kids. Would take their side even against you and would spoil them to oblivion. "Wifeyyy! It's not his fault that he can't handle all the hard homeworks.", the kids regaining the brightening lights on their faces as they stood proud behind their protective dad. Oh but don't think their little ganging-up on you would work. You're a well-trained asian mom for a good reason.

The next thing you know, K is kneeling on the floor in front of you along with the two other children who are now side-eyeing him in disappointment almost saying - "seriously dad- thought we were getting out of trouble" - "Well, since it's SOOO HARD for poor Kota, why don't YOU do HIS homework huh, Mr Koga?" And thats how now K is gripping at his hair, scratching his forehead as he tried to figure out the answers of little Kota's homeworks. Oh and the kids? Oh no you wouldn't have let them off that easily. They're kneeling beside their dad, reading out their textbooks aloud for who knows how many times.

Addicted with squishing cheeks. It just so happens that K's mini-versions have the squishiest, puffiest cheeks in the world and OMG this man just would not stop with the squishing and squeezing. 24/7 his hands are on those cheeks.

[romiswired]

Dick Togo (c) vs. Kota Ibushi (DDT Judgement 2011)

Real graps, sister.

When pro wrestling finds itself at its best, there's nothing like it. The same can be said about DDT Pro Wrestling as a whole. Such a divisive company is not to everyone's taste, but when you can get something that all people can enjoy equally, you start to think there's something more than just greatness hidden in these matches you can occasionally find looking at the resume of such a prestigious belt as the KO-D Openweight Championship. Maybe there's something else than just good matches and a happy vibe. This match is one of those experiences that changes your perception of a wrestling company as a whole, and I'm sure it changed mine when I first watched this.

Re-watching this match felt like going back to being a little girl, not because this match awakened something inside of me, but because I remembered I was naive and foolish. I didn't know about this match and neither did I know about the quality DDT can achieve when put to test. Such as his match against HARASHIMA, Dick Togo excels in his performance, but I want to focus on the other wrestler standing on the other side of the ring.

Contrary to what people think, singles match Kota Ibushi is a mixed bag for me. I'm more into tag wrestler Ibushi because I think he's better at being the one with the hot tag. Some of his matches (especially in modern-day NJPW) have got me to sleep, literally. I couldn't finish watching any Jay White vs. Kota Ibushi 45-minute match because I couldn't believe a wrestler that can be as good as he is in tag competition just plainly sucks at doing something else. I found myself praising singles match Ibushi when he wrestles OUTSIDE of Shin Nihon's formulaic approach to such delicate craft, and of course, the matches that I like the most are the ones that he did in DDT.

I don't know, maybe KO-D Openweight Ibushi feels more like a really great wrestler than IWGP Heavyweight Ibushi because he's not forced to wrestle a long match. This match is incredible not only because Ibushi gets to do some of the best counters I have seen a wrestler do, but also because, unlike his match against HARASHIMA, Togo finds himself in a hurry while wrestling the Golden Star. Ibushi's drive and passion connect with the Korakuen faithful, and his fighting spirit shines through his own pain. People now call Ibushi a god but in this match, he's a mere mortal, but one that has enough heart and determination to keep standing against a wrestler that is putting everyone to notice in DDT, and I think he's better like that.

I'm a sucker for fiery babyfaces, and in this match, Ibushi goes out of his way to evoke such emotions in fans that REALLY want him to win, because he's just that good. Togo is a party pooper, but he's the best party pooper you could think of because not only does he have the experience to back up such a precious piece of his craft, but because he's considerably less handsome than baby boy Ibushi here. The hopes of the girls screaming for Ibushi's name become just shattered illusions when Togo shows them he does not have 15 years of career for nothing.

What I love about this match is that Togo does not feel superior. He upsets Ibushi but he doesn't dominate him at all because he's facing the second-best wrestler in the company. I like how Togo's game plan gets thrown into the trash when he realizes Ibushi is just not going to fall that easily. And Kota here is insane too, because he's willing to do anything to win the KO-D title. Togo knows this and counters Ibushi's counters who then become Ibushi's counters to Togo's offense...if you've seen the match you get what I'm saying.

Anyhow, this match rules and you should definitely watch it.

[kerizaret]

keri i miss u!! i hope you’re well :D

KOTA OHHMYGODDDD KOTAAA IM DOING RLY GOOD!!!! IM FACT TODAY HAS BEEN SO GOOD AND PRODUCTIVE AND I FEEL RLY GOOD!!!! I did burn my whole back HDHSH bc I sat in the sun too long BUT.

BUT.

I found a lot of cool rocks n seashells, AND!! FINISHED POLYSHO WEEK DAY 3 DRAWING SO I CAN SCHEDULE IT FOR TOMORROW BC ILL BE GONE THE WHOLE DAY!

AND ALSO!! I MANAGED TO!!! WRITE SOMETHING!!! FOR DAY 2 TODAY!!!! It made me SO EZCITED I haven't written in AGES and it's smth for THE ROYAL POLYSHO AU it's VERY EXCUTING TO ME (even if it's further into the story HDHSHD)

I wanna try posting it now (since I also have a v low effort concept doodle for this since it was supposed to be a drawing but things happened and now it's a fic) but I was also considering like... posting it on ao3 as a work? but idk...? Like, it's further into the au and doesn't rly have context???? Would thay make sense for someone on ao3????? Help me 😭

[bizlybebo]

good morning vixen. vyncent being cold to pd for the first couple days of knowing them (partial jealousy things, but mostly cause he wants to defend against people who are gonna thing hes weird and stuff) and he goes to scout out the enemy one day and he sees dakota and will training by kota throwing shit at will and just hoping he goes through it and just being like. "so these guys are stranger then normal. theyre a bit more trustworthy now"

the fic im writing for vyn being in prime for the first time has been started and the anxietys telling me theres no way it could have went like this but eh im trying tee hee :3

HI CHERI. SORRY I TOOK SO LONG MY BRAIN IS USUALLY SO FRIED WHEN I HAVE CLASSES I'VE REREAD THIS LIKE THREE TIMES TODAY.

GODD im. orgrougr i want to KILL YOUU /vpos. i think he'd probably just observe them like the lil creechures they are and it's so funny to imagine them being the strange ones to him in this situation when usually he's the one regarded as weird or offputting. oguougjenr and GODDD that is such a fuckin. WAY for them to train they would 100% do that. s1 william definitely just kinda got roped into it and by the time dakota began throwing entire storage containers he was too far in to stop going intangible WEJTKEH

[marunalu]

Isn't it beautiful how is Izuku the one who always serves as an inspiration to the people around him? beyond the characters of Kirishima, Kaminari and being generous to one of those children in the exams to get his hero license. Bakugou was never able to inspire anyone, but Izuku continues to inspire his friends, classmates, heroes, and even those who classify themselves as villains like Gentle and Nagant.

Thats why izuku is the truest hero. Not only is he ready to safe and protect villains and gives them a second chance, he also inspires other heroes to do their very best and become true heroes too. He shows so much sympathy to children with a shitty childhood like eri and kota, stands up for people who are mistreated by their society like he was, but never askes or wishes for his own justice (thats actually not really a good thing, because izuku needs to learn that he has the right for asking for his own justice), and that shows how truly selfless he is!

Look at bakugou in comparison. He would never safe or protect a villain, because they arent even humans in his eyes. Would never give them a second chance or listen to them (aoyama is different, because he is a classmate and not REALLY a villain, even bakugou can difference between when someone made a choice willingly and when they were forced), children dont go to him because he makes them feel safe, he has whole phases of selfpity and likes to make his problems EVERYONES problems, he doesnt inspire his "friends" they only admire him simply for his quirk and because he is a "winner" and thats actually quite ironic, if you realize what a big ass damsel in distress bakugou actually is, never won a single fight outside of ua and needs his ass to be saved EVERY SINGLE TIME! Bakugou is only good in school related stuff, outside in the "real world" he is a big damn loser! Meanwhile izuku safed more people, won against more villains and inspired more to become better people, then bakugou was busy with screaming, having hissing temper tantrums and insulting others. He is simply not fit to be a hero. Did he change for the better? Yes! Did he change so much you can say he is a different and better person now? No! Bakugous core character and with it all the problems about him are still the same! After 370 chapters or so bakugous character has changed only enough for hori to write a chapter titel thats says: "the guy who (only) changed a little".

Its really beyond me how anyone can look at bakugou and think that this guy is fit to become the nr. 1 hero. Its beyond me how his classmates inclusive izuku can look at bakugou and think he is a great guy, admire him for his strengh and see him as a winner type. And I really hope the day may come that espicially izuku realizes that there is nothing about bakugou to admire him for. And as a dfo fan, I hope this realization comes with bakugou saying something about killing afo (after the reveal) and izuku finally loses it. Not because afo isnt a asshole and doesnt deserve to die a horrible death, but because for izuku its still his dad and heroes arent supposed to kill! I want a fight between izuku and bakugou with izuku finally letting all out what bakugou did to him for 12 years! And I want the rest of class a listen in horror and their rosa bubble bakugou floats in their minds to finally burst! I want iida, ochako, todoroki, kirishima etc. To tell bakugou to stay away from izuku if he really is sorry for his actions so izuku can finally heal. He deserves that!

[hdchaeri]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒕 ☀️ / 𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 🍦

𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒔,  pursuing possibilities, fluttering hearts, sweets. 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔,  a sweet starter written for 𝒎𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒌𝒐𝒕𝒂. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔,  chaeri spends time with a special someone.

both of their lives are about to change for the better, or so she hopes, & while the two of them are still getting to know one another, chaeri thought it was important for she & kota to indulge in some quality time together. their schedules will soon make it very hard to find free time, & while she’s fine merely keeping in contact with him through the phone while they embark on their own adventures, she wants to know what it’s like to be in his space for longer than a few minutes — wants to know what spending a whole afternoon at his side is like. she’s already quite taken by him, even if she’s only bewitched by his attractiveness for now, but there’s something about him that she’s so curious about, & she has a strong inkling that, once she’s able to discover more about kota, she’ll be all the more taken by him. what’s more is that, for the first time ever, she was the one who made the initial approach, & though it was nowhere near as smooth as she’d’ve liked it to be, having that control has her feeling way less intimidated by him & by their excursion. she just hopes he can forgive her tardiness.

it’s very much in her character to be late for things like this. she wouldn’t want to show up to a date looking anything short of immaculate, & while arriving thirty-five minutes behind schedule is better for her than usual, it’s still inconveniencing someone else’s time. that said, now that they’ve exchanged greetings, & ordered their beloved scoops of ice cream, she walks beside him — hands cradling her cup of soft goodness as she marvels at its vivid hues. it’s not often that she’s meant to have desserts, but today, she doesn’t care. she’s heavily disciplined with herself every other day, so letting loose & being indulgent now shouldn’t be too big of a deal.

❝ what flavors did you get again ? ❞ chaeri queries, peeking over at his cupful. ❝ i’m a fan of light, fruity flavors, so i opted for one scoop of peach, & another scoop of honeycomb. you’re welcome to try some, if you want to, but only if i can try some of yours, too ! ❞ the two of them have no set destination in mind for their planned sweets & a stroll afternoon, so she follows the natural path in front of them; taking in the sights of the boutiques, cafés, & food carts this corner of the city has to offer them. maybe, if he’s up for it, she can convince him to shop, but she wouldn’t want to push him into something that’d bore him. she’s trying to impress him, after all.

❝ your hair looks nice today, by-the-way. it looks so shiny in the sunlight... ❞

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Jataro deserves closure.

Yeah, he does... I hope he's okay...

Well if it helps anything, he should be finishing up his therapy session soon so you can ask how he's feeling.

*CREEEAK!*

Oh, speaking of which here he comes.

...

Hey Jataro, how you been buddy? Is everything okay with ya?

Oh uh, everything is fine if asking; I had a talk with my therapist about what happen today...

You did, are... are you doing okay?

I am, for the most part; it... was certainly a lot to take in...

It's... it's still hard to accept that Kota view me as nothing but some lesson and mommy suffer due to him, I just... I thought the worse of myself, and I just... I wasn't sure what to do...

But after talking with them and realizing where I was wrong and how my anger was misdirected and mommy was hurt too and we did hurt a lot of people but, I know that man can be punish...

So at least mommy can finally rest in peace, knowing now that others won't have to suffer anymore, that's... what I learn from this but I will work on being better and becoming better, I think that's the best thing to do.

Well, that's good to hear; at least you seem to realize that, good for you.

I'm happy to hear that too, say Jataro; I was thinking maybe if you want - we can go back to your home and tell your mom of what happen.

After all, since Kota was dealt with; it could be a way to give closure to all this and she can finally move on, would you want that?

Re-Really? We can do that, then yeah I want to go!

But can we wait until tomorrow, sorry but today has been quite tiring for me and i want to rest.

That's fine, today has been tiring so will let you rest for the day and visit her tomorrow.

Bu-But I'm staying out of it, sorry but I don't like ghost very much...

Okay Toko, then it'll be myself along with Sunako, Otoha, Hitaru and Jataro will go so stay behind.

Okay, everything has been stocked so we can go now, also maybe the day after tomorrow, we can try and talk with Kotoko?

Kotoko?

Yes, I look over the list and she's the next to interrogate.

Oh... right, her yeah I suppose so...

Komaru...?

O-Oh uh, sorry let's get going...! *Komaru walks towards the door*

...Is Komaru okay? She doesn't look well when Kotoko is brought up.

I... think there are a few things that she needs to work on so don't mind her but the day after tomorrow, will be sure to interrogate Kotoko so I recommend you 3 tell her that she's up next.

Will do that, anyway we should get ready for dinner...

*After that the group left as the door close*

So...Kotoko is next, right? That means she'll need to talk about what happen to her...

[allovertheworldblog]

Jakarta, Indonesia

I arrive in Jakarta, the always busy capital of Indonesia after taking the business class train from Bandung.

Even though the ticket cost proportionately more than an executive class one the service is the exact same. 

I had expected Jakarta to be something of a showcase.

It wasn’t.

It was really just a bigger version of the other Javan cities I’d been to.

There was one big difference though, the smog.

Jakarta is blanketed in smog for a good portion of the day, you rarely get to see the sun, but you can still feel it’s power. 

The canals around the central area I was staying in were not moving and there was nothing moving on them.

Their stagnant strangely coloured milky water stank to high heaven. 

The hostel I’m staying in Hunny Hostel is only newly opened.

It’s owner is full of hints and tips for things to do in the city. 

I was forever struck by the friendliness of the locals, people running stalls on the street wishing me a 'Good Day' and the like.

Indonesians are in my estimation an endlessly hopeful people.

The homeless woman on Jalan Alaydrus, the street or laneway where my hostel is, makes a living collecting cardboard.

One day when I’m walking down my street she smiles a big smile and says ‘hello’. 

She’s not looking for anything from me, she’s not trying to sell anything, just saying hello.

It makes me quite sad, guilty even.

There aren’t too many sights for tourists in Jakarta.

They’re generally directed to the National Museum, MONAS nearby and the old city of Batavia, that’s about it.

The National Museum wasn’t as well presented as I expected.

Like other museums I’d been to in Indonesia many exhibits weren’t labeled or detailed in any way. 

MONAS, the National Monument, is a tall tower in the heart of the city, in a park that seems out of place in the entirely urban city of Jakarta.

It’s meant to symbolise the country and it’s independence.

To get up to the top of the tower you have buy a couple of tickets, one to the exhaustive subterranean museum in the base of the monument,

another ticket for the trip to the top. 

The queue outside in the heat of the day for the single elevator (which seems a potentially dangerous proposition) which goes up to the top of the monument is marshaled by a man in uniform.

He tells us to move this way and that, then has a go at the hand full of people selling souvenirs. 

The whole scenario says a lot about the country. 

The view from the top doesn’t inspire me as there isn’t that very much to see other than the mega city of Jakarta spread out every which way.

When the Dutch ruled the country the Dutch East Indies, now called Indonesia, they had their capital at Batavia, which later expanded into what is now Jakarta.

Batavia today is called Kota by the locals, which means 'city’ in Indonesian. So, it’s a city within a city. Batavia isn’t a walled city like I expected. Many of the buildings that still stand are from the later part of Dutch rule.

There are also some older buildings dating back to the 17th and 18th centuries.

Much of Batavia is run down, decrepit and falling down in parts. 

Is it a conscious neglect because of what the Dutch did to them during colonial times.

No, there isn’t that purpose of thought in the country or in the city.

Other parts of Jakarta are in equally poor if not worse shape.

All quite sad really, but life goes on, cars and motor scooters whiz up and down constantly and people say ’hello mister’ with a smile,

sometimes followed by a 'how are you?, or a ’where are you going?’, an endlessly hopeful people. 

[secretobsessionstuff]

i have a little set of blair/dakota scenes in my head i wanted to put in a request for please!! one night, they come home after a big dinner, overstuffed and cuddly. blair has indigestion but kota helps get the burps out and they go to sleep. but the next morning, blair is still bloated... and she realizes all that old food is about to be burped right back up. (maybe onto the blanket? toilet? cup by the bedside table?) ty ty!!

Hi anon! Thanks for the beautiful request and your infinite patience. 💙

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The only reservation they could make was at 9pm. It was a little late for Blair and Dakota’s liking since they both had work early the next morning, but they booked it anyway because they were craving sushi and conversation with each other after a long day at the office. 

The sushi was cold and refreshing, while their conversation was warm and relaxing. Dakota and Blair reminisced over their first few dates while eating sashimi, spicy salmon salad, and sushi pizza. Blair laughed but enjoyed the Canadian invention of making sushi mimic pizza. A fried rice patty acted as the bread, with avocado, crab meat, mayonnaise and wasabi acting as the toppings. 

They didn’t linger in the city for long after dinner. Their bed was calling to both of them by the time they cleaned their plates. Blair could have fallen asleep at the table, with the big meal rumbling in her belly. She got that sluggish over-stuffed feeling from all the food. After taking a swig of water to help her stomach digest, she burped deeply into the empty glass. She excused herself with an embarrassed laugh. 

Together they stumbled up to the front door of their home, drunk on the lethargic feeling of eating too much. The growing nausea also reminded Blair of late-night drinking. Her cheeks felt hot and the fatigue in her bones made her wobble like an alcoholic. 

Blair let out a heavy sigh as she fell onto the bed next to Dakota. Rubbing her full belly she said, “This is why I don’t like eating too close to bedtime. There’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep like this.” She was all bloated and squirmy, wiggling on the bed to find a comfortable position. 

Dakota pulled her in close, seemingly determined to make her comfy. “I can rub your belly until you fall asleep.” He supressed the urge to say that he would rub something else and glide his hand passed her belly button, because he sensed that she was feeling more than a little full. Her tummy grumbled loudly, and she curled in on herself. He could feel the organ moving beneath his hand. Gurgles and light vibrations tickled his palm. 

Blair pushed her back up against Dakota’s chest so that he spooned her. “Will you rub in big circles like you did the last time? Felt good.” 

“Sure.” Dakota chuckled softly into her hair, then shooed the strands away that tickled his nose. “You fell asleep fast when I did that.”

“Let’s hope I do this time.” She burped into the pillow. “Mm, it’s late. I don’t like feeling so full.” 

“Shh, just focus on the feeling of my hand on your tummy. Nothing else.” Dakota flattened his palm against her midriff. He circled all the way up to ger ribs and down to the waistline of her pajama pants, occasionally using his fingertips to add a light touch. 

Blair must not have found his touch so light because she started to burp as soon as he made one circle around her middle. Her stomach tensed with each build up and release of gas. She shivered, tasting the memory of spicy sushi in the back of her throat. She was glad to be facing away from her boyfriend. 

The belches just kept coming. Some were long and deep; others were quick but painful. It didn’t matter the size or intensity in the burps—nothing was making the indigestion go away. Dakota must have sensed her frustration because he gave her tummy a good push. The burp rumbled up from the pit of her stomach and splashed the back of her throat with a something spicy and unpleasant. She immediately shot up into a sitting position, slapping a hand over mouth. Acid reflux and nausea crawled up her throat. 

“Sorry, honey.” Dakota pulled his hand back fast. The sound that gurgled in her throat made him worry that he nearly just made her puke. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to make it worse.” 

Blair waited a beat before answering. Her throat moved as she swallowed down the close call. “I’m okay. It kinda helped.” 

Blair’s pale face and wide eyes gave Dakota a moment’s hesitation. “You sure? It looked like you were about to be sick.” 

“For a second I thought—but no I’m fine.” She shook her head to shake off the lingering nausea. It was true, she did almost lose her dinner all over the bed, but then everything settled down just as fast. The massive belch at least helped to bring up the trapped air. She could feel the indigestion losing its grip. 

“Really?” he asked, still on high-alert and propped up on his elbows. He abandoned his comfy spot when Blair jumped up. 

“Yes, really.” She placed her hand on his chest, easing him onto his back again. “I might be able to sleep now. But to make up for scaring me, I get to lie on your chest.” She was already beginning to find a soft spot between his shoulder and pec, and avoiding his collar bone that sometimes dug into her cheek. After many many nights of sleeping this same way, she knew what would feel best. 

“Come here.” Dakota nuzzled his face into her neck and pulled her as close as he possibly could, just short of letting her sleep inside his skin. 

• • •

Blair awoke the next morning to the absolute worst taste in her mouth and dried drool on her pillow. She peeled her face off the pillow with squinting eyes that were still adjusting to the sunlight coming in from the window. She felt like she had the flu or something. Her stomach ached as if it were pumped full of rotting food—in a way, it kind of was. It seemed her stomach hadn’t done any digesting while she slept. It simply let last night’s dinner soak and marinate in stomach acid. On top of it all, her belly was still bloated and gurgling painfully. 

Dakota must have gotten up earlier because his side of the bed was empty. Blair hoped she could shake him awake, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. She could hear him moving around in the kitchen. 

Shouting for him was not an option when her mouth began to fill with saliva. All that food from last night was coming up now. She didn’t have to time to throw off the blankets before a deep belch burst from her mouth. Blair gagged from the taste that coated her tongue—fishy and spicy, and not something she ever wanted to experience again. 

Thick strings of saliva dripped off her lips as she continued to burp and gag. 

Dakota’s whistling came clearly from down the hall. Blair was happy to have him near when she inevitably puked everywhere, but she was sorry that his first look at her that morning would be of her hunched over, hugging her belly, and gagging on the bed. 

“Baby?” Dakota knocked on the ajar door. “What’s that sound? Are you—Oh shit.” Dakota scrambled for something to do as he watched Blair burp up a wave of old, clumpy sushi onto the blankets. 

The sick fell like mush past Blair’s lips. The texture alone was enough to make her heave again. She choked up another mouthful of vomit onto the bed. She held onto the duvet so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

“Fuck honey,” Dakota said gently as he came to sit on the edge of the bed. He helped her sit up straighter and rubbed her back. Big circles. Big circles between her shoulder blades and on her lower back until she was able to catch her breath. 

“Ugh, I’m not done.” she sniffled and wiped the bile that dripped from her lips. “My belly’s so full still.” 

“Do you want a bucket or—” Dakota began but was cut off by Blair belching up another stream of puke. “Oh…nevermind.” He sighed and continued to rub her back. “That’s alright. Get it all up.” 

Blair burped up all of last night’s meal until she felt like there was nothing left in her tummy. The organ still ached and groaned even when she brought up the last small wave of partially digested rice and yellow bile. She coughed and sniffled like a mad woman until falling forward and letting her head hit Dakota’s chest. 

He quickly enveloped her in a hug. “Oh Bee, that’s not a good way to start the day. Your poor tummy,” Dakota cooed as he slipped his hand under her shirt. With the softest touch, he let his hand fall back into the rhythm of big circles. 

Blair allowed herself a few moments to contemplate death inside the hug, until she scrunched up her nose and pulled away from her boyfriend. “Ugh Kota, I have to get up before the smell makes me puke again.” 

“What smell?” 

“Shut up, this is fucking disgusting.” 

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.” 

Blair shoved him off the side of the bed. It was nice of him to pretend like nothing was wrong, but she really would spend the entire morning dry heaving if she didn’t start cleaning. The one good thing about this whole mess was that her stomach would start feeling better now that it was empty; she just had to get away from the puke that was soaking into the blankets. 

Dakota helped her wrap up the blanket, ensuring that nothing spilled. Afterword they had the unavoidable debate over whether Blair should attempt to go into the office. It was no surprise that Dakota argued strongly for her to stay home. 

“Baby, you’re going to be shaking and nauseous all day. I know you.” He said adamantly. “I promise you’ll be refreshed and ready to girlboss tomorrow if you take the day to feel better.” 

“But I’m not even sick sick.” 

“You threw up at least three times. By my count that sick sick sick.” 

Blair sighed at his ridiculousness. “Why are you like this?”

“It’s a long story.” He took her hands and dragged her back to the bedroom. “It’s going to take all day to explain so get comfy.” 

[storytimewithnova]

Gift of a friend ( Kenhina friendship)

Today was a very special day for Hinata why it was his and kenma anniversary of their friendship you know you wanted to do something special from the heart he wanted to make something that was meaningful so he decided to write a song so I told his partner Kōtarō that he will be in his studio working on it which bokuto said was fine he was going to practice with Atsumu and omi and see him later and he wants to hear it when it was done which shoyo agreed

Fee hours later

Sho had finished the song by this time bokuto was home so he called bokuto in to the studio to ask his opinion

Shoyo:So what do you think of it Luv does it sound like mine and kenma’s friendship

Bokuto:It sounds wonderful baby owl he is going to love it because i do and i love my talented wonderful husband

He kissed Shoyo after he said he little speech sho kissed back and said

Shoyo:I love you too

Bokuto:My question is where are you going to do it

Shoyo:Oh i was think our old GC you know the one that is dead and has a few people on it as well as my brothers

Bokuto;Lets go then i can rename the gc

Bokuto renamed the dead Highschool GC to Happy Friendiverasy

Bokuto:My baby owl has something to say

Kenma:To who?

Shoyo:To you kitty

Kenma:M-me

Shoyo:Mhm so i hope you like it

Tooru:Baby bro?

Shoyo:🎶Sometimes you think you'll be fine by yourself Cause a dream is a wish you make all alone🎶

Kenma:I mean yeah but why do you have to expose me like that

Shoyo:🎶 It's easy to feel like you don't need help But it's harder to walk on your own🎶

Kenma:That is true

Shoyo:🎶The world comes to life And everything's bright From beginning to end When you have a friend 🎶☺️

Akaashi:Aww

Kenma:😳

Shoyo:🎶 By your side That helps you to find The beauty you are When you open your heart And believe in The gift of a friend The gift of a friend🎶

Kenma:You did help me you helped me see the beauty in my sexuality when i was struggling you helped me see the beauty in volleyball

Shoyo:☺️🎶 Someone who knows when your lost and your scared There through the highs and the lows🎶

Kenma:And you have been there through the good the bad and the ugly

Tooru:This is so cute look at my baby bro go

Shoyo:🎶 Someone you can count on, someone who cares Besides you where ever you go🎶

Kuroo:What am i then casper the ghost

Kenma:My bf dumbass read the room babe he is talking about our friendship

Shoyo:🎶 You'll change inside When you, realize And everything's bright From beginning to end When you have a friend By your side That helps you to find The beauty you are🎶

Semi:Bokuto did sho write this

Bokuto sounding pround said

Bokuto:Yep spent all day trying to put what his friendship meant to him in words this is what came of it

Shoyo:🎶When you open your heart And believe in The gift of a friend🎶

Osamu:Its unbelievely good

Akaashi:Right babe its so cute

Shoyo:🎶 When your hope crashes down Shattering to the ground You, you feel all alone When you don't know which way to go There's no signs leading you home You're not alone 🎶

Hajime:I am so proud of our little brother

Issei:Same

Hiro:Mhm

Shoyo:🎶 The world comes to life And everything's bright From beginning to end When you have a friend By your side That helps you to find🎶

Kenma: And I will always be by your side as well as i know you will me

Shoyo:🎶The beauty you are When you open your heart And believe in When you believe in You can believe in When you believe in The gift of a friend🎶 Kitty happy friendiverasy i know this wasn’t much but i wanted to do something meaningful and from the heart so I wrote this song A Gift of a friend for us for you because without you well i guess i never would of met any one else without you i would of not got with my kota here

Bokuto:Its true ken ken you pushed baby owl to confess so thank you 😊

Kuroo:Kitten are you crying

Kenma:No i have dust yeah dust

Semi:Whats that i smell is my setter sister bullshiting right now

Shirabu:Yeah that is bullshit

Kenma:Okay i am crying there

Shoyo:Aww kitty before karasuno i was friendless even in karasouno i was still friendless i think They just tolerates me for my skills

Tooru:Wait wait baby bro are you saying they were using you

Sho:Pretty much they were you

Kenma:You know i am always going to be your bestfriend your number 1 simp your player 1 and the one you watch glee with and we sit there sing in harmoy and off key of course and just being annoying to kota and kuro

Shoyo:Always

The friend spent most of the day celebrating their anniversary just by annoying their bfs/husbands Dragging them around shops and just laughing their asses off

[kiridarling]

"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

[mitchtheficus]

A Golden Lovers Timeline

PART 24: VIDEO GAMES AND THE COW PALACE

After the emotional climax of Dominion the lovers kind of take the rest of June 2018 off. NJPW had partnered with the Fire Pro Wrestling game, allowing them to use official njpw characters, and the lovers appeared in the trailer for the new game, and in June they headed to CEO (a fighting game convention) to promote the new game and njpw

[ID: picture of Kenny and Kota seated on a couch holding controllers in their hands and grinning in delight as they play the video game. Kenny is wearing a GL merch shirt and Kota is shirtless. Text over the image says “Multiplayer Mayham” End ID. LINK]

It’s not their first time playing video games publicly, back in February 2018 the lovers did a twitch stream where they played games and answered fan questions [LINK] in it you get to see a little of their dynamic outside of the ring, and just how much Kenny enjoys the way Kota expresses himself

[ID: three gifs of Kenny and Kota, Kenny is speaking and the text says: “[translating Kota’s response to a question about an upcoming DDT matchup] Since they’ve wrestled so many times before up until now, he’s hoping they’ll do something different. Otherwise- [suppresses a smile] well. Otherwise it’ll be a bit of a disappointment. But you know, Ibushi’s a very tough critic. He’s a very hard person to impress. He’s very critical of the people around him and of himself. It’s not a bad thing, I think it’s a good thing.” End ID]

Asked about the possibility of Kenny vs Kota III...

[ID: two gifs of Kenny and Kota, again Kenny is speaking and he’s saying: “Some people are sad because they had wished that they could see Kenny Omega vs Kota Ibushi in a singles match.” He looks up at the camera and shakes his head “It’s not happening.” End ID]

(sure bud)

Anyway, they go to CEO together (Kota has some travel trouble and has to be rescued [LINK]) and they get up to some cute nonsense [There’s video of the first part of their video games LINK but not the second part, where most of the cuteness happens]

At one point they’re both playing themselves in the fire pro game, and Kenny keeps having video game!Kenny kiss video game!Kota while they both just dissolve into giggles [gifset of this: LINK]

They win a fake wrestling belt for their video game prowess and try to wear it at the same time [LINK]

[ID: picture of Kenny and Kota attempting to wear the belt, Kenny is grinning and Kota is looking down at the belt. End ID]

After the video games they have a real wrestling match at CEO against Naito and Hiromu (booked and organized by Kenny) [LINK]

[ID: gif of Kota standing up on the turnbuckles, asking for the crowd to cheer him (which they do) while Kenny stands on the apron beside him nodding approvingly, pointing at Kota with his thumb and saying “I like him too. I like him too.” End ID]

It’s a delight

[ID: Kota is in the ring facing Daryl Jr. (a stuffed animal cat with a luchador mask). Kota is treating this very seriously, approaching with hands ready for a test of strength and then Daryl falls over and Kota withdraws and shakes out his arms the way he would after a tense exchange with another wrestler. Kenny is on the apron, at first cartoonishly confused and then cheering Kota on to kick Daryl’s ass. End ID]

(later in June Kenny and the bucks face the New Day at yet another video game convention: E3 [BTE ep])

Also idk where else to mention this but sometime in 2018 NJPW puts out a little CD with Kenny and Kota’s entrance themes, as well as their GL entrance theme and the inside features this picture:

[ID: a picture of the inside of a CD case. Kenny and Kota are pictured about to kiss, lips inches apart, eyes closed while Kenny like gently guides Kota’s chin. End ID. LINK]

anyway.

once July hits the vacation is over. Kenny has his first title defense coming up, and he has picked Cody Rhodes as his opponent.

the loss at Supercard still hangs between them, and more than that Kenny is ready to move on from this and hopes that one last decisive match will finally put the conflict behind them to rest

Their title match comes at the G1 Special in San Francisco at the Cow Palace (July 7 - Official LINK)

Cody puts out a little promo for it on njpw’s youtube page [LINK]

(it features several other BC members, most notably Hangman Page looking like the goodest possible golden retriever and Hangman announces he will be entering the G1 Climax tournament for the first time!! Hangman won’t really be in the lovers’ G1 story much because he’s in the other block, but he uses the G1 as a canvas to paint a satisfying story of his own soft face-turn. you feel throughout the two months of matches just how excited Hangman is to be there, how much he wants to make us all proud and be deserving of the fans’ love. Every match of his is full of feeling, he somehow manages to build a unique, compelling relationship with every opponent. He is the first person who is able to Awaken Okada during his Depressed Balloons phase, he gets adopted by Tanahashi who promises to personally face-turn this beautiful cowboy (Hangman calls their match “handsome battle” bc njpw once used it to describe one of Kota’s matches and the BTE guys will never forget it), he even makes Evil kind of grudgingly want to take him under his wing)

In the promo video Cody reveals his truly embarrassing stalker board of GL pictures

[ID: Cody stands before a board of pictures of Kenny and Kota. Some are cut out from magazines, some are framed in golden picture frames, some feature the lovers together some as singles. End ID]

And he has the gall to lecture Kenny on “distractions”

[ID: Cody stands in front of his stalker board and says “Distractions like Kota Ibushi” End ID]

[ID: screenshot, a broken framed picture of the GL reunion lays on the ground where Cody threw it and Cody’s words are written above it “On July 7th you find out what everybody else already knows, that you can live your dreams and your nightmares at the exact same time.” End ID]

behind the scenes Matt goes to both Cody and Kenny in the hopes that this conflict can be ended amicably

[ID: screenshot of Matt looking at Cody in distress. He says: “Now I look at you and go “Where is he?” As I look in your eyes I know there’s still good in you. I know that same guy is deep down inside.” End ID. LINK]

he still loves Cody, even after everything. he asks him to be better than this, but also extends his love without conditions

[ID: gif of Cody looking at Matt and then away, his face expressionless, while Matt puts a hand on his shoulder and says “Good luck on your match tonight. We love you. Be safe.“ End ID. LINK]

he makes an appeal to Kenny too

[ID: Matt speaking to Kenny right before his entrance. Matt is wearing a Golden Elite shirt and he says “Deep down, man, the guy that we fell in love with 2 years ago...he’s in there.” End ID. LINK]

ever since Supercard of Honor, Cody has been feeling incredibly alone and lonely. the bucks are spending less time with him, and when they’re around he is met with their constant, loving, exasperated demand that him to become a better person. Even Hangman is giving Cody less of his time because as the Elite have come back together (repairing part of his broken family) and as he’s gotten more singles opportunities, Hangman’s anger at Kenny and Kota has pretty much melted away

Cody has become so lonely that he has considered reaching out to Kenny to try to smooth things over, but he hasn’t been able to bring himself to follow through. It’s not necessarily that he feels bad about what he’s done, but he can recognize this loneliness as the consequence of his own actions.

Cody knows deep down that he cannot beat Kenny in a fair fight. That was, after all, the point of all this. He needed all the mind games with Kota and the manipulations with the bucks to get in Kenny’s head and isolate him from his allies in order to achieve his victory. And now all that hard work has come undone.

in this match he’s backed into a corner: either cheat for another temporary victory and possibly lose the bucks for good, or just do his best and likely lose fair and square

it ends up not being a singular choice but one that Cody has to make over and over throughout the match as Cody is offered ways to cheat and slowly divests himself one-by-one of the remaining signals of his heel-dom

he’s already returned to his natural hair, and now he sends away Bernard the Business Bear (a creature that both interfered in matches and also represented Cody’s attempt to corporate-ize the bullet club)

he gives his big belt to Matt after considering using it against Kenny’s back

and he stops hiding behind Brandi

[ID: three gifs. In the first Cody sends away Bernard the Business Bear. In the second Cody gives his big belt to Matt instead of using it to attack Kenny. In the last Cody asks Brandi to leave the ring after she tries to protect him with her own body. End ID]

And in a fair fight, Kenny beats him.

[ID: kenny and cody lay on the mat after Kenny’s victory. Brandi cries on Cody’s chest. Matt sits between Kenny and Cody, his hand on Kenny’s knee while he holds Cody’s hand. End ID]

[ID: picture of Kenny giving his victory speech. Kenny says: “Each and everyone of us deserves a second chance. Even Cody.” End ID]

And then

[Kenny and the bucks post at the top of the entrance ramp when suddenly Nick begins having a Vision and Tama tonga attacks Kenny from behind. End ID]

Tama’s never liked Kenny, and after this past year of drama and Kenny’s frankly blatant disinterest in his role as leader now that he’s back with Kota, Tama is done.

the Guerillas of Destiny drag the Elite back down to the ring and kick their ass a bit. When Hangman tries to help, they kick his ass too. When Cody comes out, they offer him a chair and a choice.

this is it, what Cody’s always wanted, right? Finally he has the bullet club behind him, finally he can kick Kenny out and not even the bucks can stop him.

[ID: picture of Cody standing before a kneeling Kenny, holding a metal chair. on either side Tama and Tanga stand and talk shit to Kenny. End ID]

but that’s not what Cody chooses

[ID: gif of Cody using the chair to attack Tama and Tanga. End ID]

Cody is eventually beaten down just like the rest of them and the BTE boys are left broken in the ring as Tama flaunts his way back up the ramp.

in the aftermath, Cody extends his hand to Kenny, and they reconcile.

[ID: Kenny and Cody hug while the rest of the BTE aligned BC members look on. End ID]

you’re probably wondering: “where is Kota in all this?”

Kota was not present for this match. He was not at the G1 Special at all in fact, because he wasn’t booked. He didn’t have a match at Dominion either, and that is starting to bother him.

“The moment he won [at Dominion] I was delighted. I wanted to congratulate him from the bottom of my heart. But a few seconds later I was thinking, “Why aren’t I in this ring having wrestled tonight?” [...] It’s easy to think he’s going to keep moving forward and we’re going to move apart. But tranquilo asssen na yo [stealing Naito’s catchphrase] People can think that, but I just have to get results, and that starts in the G1.”

- Kota Ibushi, [Chris Charlton Translation LINK]

[PART 25] [ALL PARTS]

[adampage]

Hi. I see you as a sort of Hangman expert, so might you have any recommendations of your favorite matches of his or just his best?

Hi! sorry this took a while to answer, yesterday was a super busy day for me so i havent really had the time to reply until now. Thank you for seeing me as a hangman expert; it's totally not the case as I really haven't seen too many matches from before he started in AEW, but I will give you some that I enjoyed for different reasons. Adam Page vs Zane Dawson - CWF Mid Atlantic Wrestling - Jan. 25, 2014: I like this match because the color commentator is literally all of us. He is a very loud country man objectifying and complimenting Adam with his whole chest. There is a point in the match where Adam does a beautiful indian deathlock and the commentator is just. Chef's kiss. I also just love to see baby Adam in all his glory.

Hangman Adam Page vs Kota Ibushi - Supercard of Honor - Apr. 7, 2018: this match really shows off how agile and fast he is and can be. the man stood toe to toe with kota fuckin ibushi. he's a badass.

Hangman Adam Page vs Kazuchika Okada - G1 Climax 28, Day 5 - Jul. 20, 2018: love this one because the story going into it is that Okada, who had lost his IWGP heavyweight championship, was kinda....gone off the deep end. rather than being the badass rainmaker, he dyed his hair red and was all spiky, didn't come out in his badass robe, was always smiling, and had balloons with him all the time. during the g1, i had my url as balloonmakerokada because i thought it was funny. im digressing - so hangman didn't want to wrestle this okada. he wanted to wrestle the badass, the man who held the title for so long people didn't know a world where he wasn't the champion. he wanted the REAL okada. so he spent the entirety of this match trying to bring him out. it's great. he curses, does the okada pose. love that for me. hot.

Hangman Adam Page vs Hiroshi Tanahashi - G1 Climax, Day 7 - Jul. 22. 2018: love this one too for story purposes. the ace promises everyone that he will take the poison out of hangman. he knows he has so much potential and the bullet club is just making him worse. he wants to save him. and they're also both comedy kings. i lvoe them together.

Hangman Adam Page vs PAC - Wrestlegate Pro - May 18, 2019: it seems he's had TWO great matches on may 18 because the takeshita match three years after this one on the same date is also fucking good.

Matches from AEW i've liked him in that i can remember:

Hangman vs Takeshita, May 18 2022

Adam Cole vs Hangman (Texas Deathmatch), Apr 15 2022

Adam Cole vs Hangman, AEW Revolution 2022

Hangman vs Bryan Danielson 1, 2, and 3 - Winter is Coming, New Year's Bash, and the post-All Out dynamite 09/07

Hangman and Kenny vs the Young Bucks, AEW Revolution 2020

Hangman vs Kenny, AEW Full Gear 2021

I'm sure there are more but my memory is really bad. i hope these are good ones for you to start with!

if anyone else would like to rec some, you are more than welcome to!!

also, nonnie, i'm certain my friends @cowboyshit and @adam-page also have some good insight into other matches of his that you might enjoy, as im certain they've actually uh. Watched ROH and possibly NJPW more than i have.