#mic suuuure

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Eri is defijtly going to rewind shiggy calling it now

I hope so!!!!!!

To be honest, Tomura is not my priority right now. That can be because I'm a fan of his cryptic self right now (he's so cool!) or because I'm reaaaally worried about Toga, Ochako and Dabi.

Dabi and Toga are on the verge of dying!!! Ochako was also in really bad shape!!! So was Shouto!!!!!

Deku and Tomura are for suuuure gonna need a rewind session after their fight, but I trust them in terms of not dying. They've broken more bones than what it's worth anyway. A stubborn duo.

My other fear? They try to erase Kurogiri and rewind him to be Oboro. I'm not saying that I think Horikoshi would do it, okay? I trust that man and his writing. I'm just saying that I need NEED to see a version of Kurogiri that's free of AFO and reunites with Tomura. I'd be happy if Oboro gets to talk with Aizawa and Mic one last time, but he is dead TwT they mourned him TwT let that man rest in peace after saving his friends again!!!

I'm enjoying the eldritch creature version of Tomura while I can. They're gonna take away the hands wings and shields with the rewind, I know it :( BUT THEY BETTER NOT TOUCH THE HAIR.

[qazastra]

me talking about the onlyoneof show below

finally back and sitting down bc I got food after the show but that was sooo much fun omfg???????? what do you MEAN rie held my hand and called me beautiful teehee (it’s true he really likes fanboys one i spoke to said he called him eye candy and kept winking at him LIKEEE) and junji gave me a fist bump?? some of my friends were watching me up there and said me and him really seemed to be vibing 🤭

someone else I was in line with was asking them all about their fav Sanrio characters, I think I heard mill say pochacco! rie actually doodled his in their album im p sure it was pompompurin

i met someone outside the venue who’d gotten a nine snapshot and nine recognized his perfume by name!!

my junji bias friend got him to complete a hand heart w her during the show that was lovely

Both of us did one during the group photo hes truly so sweet— I’m glad I was next to him if I couldn’t be next to rie

that’s gonna be a photo of all time for us when they post it for suuuure

i CANNOT BELIEVE they did FRAGILE????????????? SO GOOD. mics were ON!!!!!!!!!!!! i did fall victim to the classic blunder of singing too soon bc it was the remix though lol

My friend took a few small rie fancams for me I’m so hype to see them later

there was a Japanese fan next to me who was filming the whole thing and at the encore they did angel and blossom (CRAZY fun) and at one point during one of those nine motioned to her to smile lolll she did laugh a little at that

[latin-dr-robotnik]

Amy’s birthday and our lovely tsundie hedgie

Our tsundie hedgie has prepared an amazing gift for Amy’s birthday, but Tails thinks something fishy is going on, awfully suspicious behaviour from him indeed! Chaos certainly ensues when it comes to Sonic gifting something he thought so special to his “friend”! (yeah, suuuure!)

It’s Amy’s birthday, and Tails finds Sonic walking out the shopping centre carrying a big box before going to her party. He didn’t know Sonic was going to get a gift for her, let alone something that seems THAT important. It’s suspicious to say the least...

Tails: Oh, ho ho! What’s that? A gift for Amy?

Sonic: Yeah it is a gift for Amy, so what? I do gift stuff to all my friends on their birthday! It’s not like I spent the past two weeks closely analyzing her personal preferences to find the perfect gift or anything!

Tails: ...you completely missed out on Knuckles’ birthday last year.

Sonic: THAT WAS DIFFERENT. OKAY? It’s not my fault the dude lives on that far away island and never comes to say hi! He missed his own birthday.

Tails: ...and you gifted me cherry candy for my birthday, fully aware that I only want mint candy! Sonic, let’s be honest - you aren’t good at gifting things, and you tell me now you suddenly know the perfect gift for Amy?

Sonic: TAILS! Ok, listen buddy, I know I messed up your birthday and I’m sorry, but cherry and mint look and taste the same!

Tails: No, they are not! Haha!

Sonic: OK. But it’s a gift for a  f r i e n d, how is that so hard to understand?

Tails: Oh, I get it, don’t worry. Then if it’s just for a friend... you wouldn’t mind adding my name to it, and say we both gifted her whatever that thing is, right? I’ll pay you half of what it cost you and everything!

Sonic: ...no.

Sonic promptly leaves, looking quite flustered. Tails is left wondering what Sonic might be up to. Amy’s birthday party is coming very soon, so instead of following Sonic he opts to go to the centre and look for a possible gift for Amy, since Sonic isn’t willing to co-sign his name.

At Amy’s party, everyone is singing around her and her birthday cake. As everyone claps for her, Sonic seemingly comes from out of nowhere, not looking too invested or anything, and giving her that one big box.

Sonic: Here. Birthday gift.

Amy opens up the box in front of everyone, her eyes light up and she lets out a loud gasp before looking back at him.

Amy: Oh my gosh, Sonic!

Sonic: Eh, it’s nothing.

Amy: I mean it’s impressive, yes, but I already have what I want the most, silly!

Amy gives Sonic a small kiss on the cheek.

Amy: Thank you.

Sonic stands frozen in place for a second, eyes wide open. Then he snaps out of it and takes a step back, looking seemingly upset.

Sonic: Agh! Yuck! Why would you kiss me? It’s gross, don’t do that.

A robotic voice can be heard approaching from another room.

Bot: I AM MELTING INSIDE. PLEASE DO THAT AGAIN. SEVERAL TIMES.

Sonic: WHAT?! NO, NO! That’s not what I meant to say! Amy, you are my f-friend, and there are boundries, that’s a-all!

Bot: I WOULD SING DIAMOND IN THE SKY TO YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY AND NIGHT.

Amy: Oh, is that so?

Sonic: TAILS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Tails peeks his face from the room the bot came from, with a sheepish smile and scratching the back of his head.

Tails: Oh, sorry! Haha, I think I turned on my little robot that translates what you say into what you really mean instead of the music bot! My bad!

Sonic: Translating? Uhh... no? That bot is wrong, very wrong! Get that thing out of here.

Everyone is giving Sonic the knowing smile.

Sonic: Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Anyway, this is boring. I’m bored. Where the snacks at?

Amy: Over there, my little diamond~

Amy reaches for Sonic’s hand and Sonic immediately crosses his arms, looking away offended.

Amy: C’mon, you can’t fight the currents of love~

Sonic: Nuh-uh. Already told you that’s not the case.

Amy: Ha! Keep telling yourself that...

The party returns to normal, and everybody is minding their business. Amy catches Sonic heading to the exit, carrying lots of food on his hands, and starts thinking what really happened. She then goes to the room Tails’ bot came from, and finds him next to the bot, cackling.

Amy: Hey Tails, I was wondering... was the robot actually translating Sonic’s words?

Tails: Oh, haha, I don’t think so! I believe I switched on the speaker pass-through mode before sending it to him, so it was actually me and this little mic pulling a little joke all this time! Wasn’t it funny?

Amy: You sure? He seemed pretty stressed about that.

Tails: Hmm, let me see... I just need to open this little door in the back and...

Tails opens the back door of the bot, taking a closer look of the switch between translating mode and pass-through mode, then gasping.

Amy: And?

Tails: Oh... yikes.

[headoverhiddles]

Hey There, Demons - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You, drummer for the Spooky Kids, aka the Dumbass Idiots, decide with the band to go ghost hunting in LA one night after a show. Bad idea for the most part, good idea for the sole reason of finally putting you and Manson together in a dark room. Feelings? What are those? 

Notes: Spooky Kids era! I’ve been watching a lot of Buzzfeed Unsolved, so here you go. Also features a bit of Twiggy x Pogo for good measure. 

"I don't believe in ghosts."

You toss a napkin at Brian. "Poser." You're all sitting in an airport, waiting for your flight from Jacksonville to Los Angeles for a show tonight.

He grins. "Nah. I'm just bullshitting, of course I do. I mean, I've never seen one, other than that whole Necronomicon thing when I was a kid, but half of me thinks that was from drinking bong water.” 

“Yeah. Well. Imagination is a beautiful thing." 

He licks his lips. "Especially when I'm jacking off."

"Gross," you mutter.

"That's not what you said last night."

"You wish," you huff.

"Cool it you two, we all know you're banging," Pogo calls out, and starts making high pitched moaning noises. You (and everyone else in the band) looks at the keyboardist, wondering if it'd attract even more attention to tape his mouth shut. "Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Jeordie joins in. “Oh, god! Oh, Brian! Yes! What a big dick you have!"

"All the better to fuck you with," Brian plays along. Jeordie climbs into Brian’s lap.

"Stop it, big boy, you're turning me on!"

"I don't sound like that," you mutter.

"Ohhh yeeeeah," Jeordie groans out a climax, and Daisy scoffs, slipping on his sunglasses to avoid the odd stares you're getting.

"I'll have what he's having."

"Unless... Brian is the one taking it," Pogo muses, "That's possible." He drops his voice. "Mmmm. Bette, make me your bitch!"

"Yeah, I just love it when (y/n) gets the strap on out and destroys my ass," Brian grumbles. You blush a little, but hide it under a laugh.

"Again. You wish."

“Am I the only one who finds it very hard to believe (y/n) would put out for Bri?” Jeordie asks. It’s Brian’s turn to toss something at his best friend.

“We all know if she had good taste in men, she’d be fucking me already.”

You hold up three fingers. “Read between the lines.”

You and Brian had been skirting around one another since you had joined the band. You had known Jeordie since working at a crappy part time job at a used record shop with him, and had met the others when Brian had moved to Florida from Ohio, which was a few years ago. They had gotten this band together with another drummer who called himself Sarah Lee Lucas.

Recently, Sarah had left the band to pursue something else, and since banging on things with sticks isn't too hard in your books, you convinced the Spooky Kids to hand you the drumsticks as the newly christened member, Bette Davis x Jeffery Dahmer: Bette Dahmer. It hadn't been easy to convince them to let a girl in, since they’re all a bunch of juvenile assholes, but with Jeordie backing you, eventually they caved.

"Back to the matter at hand," Brian says.

"Hand job," Jeordie giggles, picking a scab off. He pouts as it bleeds.

"Later," Brian quips, standing on a chair. You tug him down before a security guard can do it, and he falls on his ass. "Ow, fuck you."

"That's what anal feels like," you say.

"You would know Bets, you probably take it up the ass from fifty guys at a time, ya fuckin whore," Pogo laughs.

"Stephen, Jesus," Daisy chuckles a little. Pogo has zero filter, and sometimes it's refreshing, sometimes it's annoying. You take your wad of gum out, balling it up, and use your hair elastic to slingshot it right in his face. The guy just picks it up and pops it in his mouth.

"Aw!"

"Ew!"

"You're fucking disgusting, man."

"Eat shit and die." Pogo gives you all the finger, and Jeordie speaks up, laying his head in your lap and stretching out over the airport seats.

"Someone said something about ghosts. I like ghosts. Space ghosts."

"Yes!" Brian brings it back. "Thank you Jeordie, back on track. We are all going ghost hunting tonight, after the show."

"Who died and made you god?" Pogo asks.

"God did," Brian snapped. "And when I'm god everyone dies."

"That's profound, poetry-man," you smirk, crossing your arms, "Got any more emo shit to say before Scott gives every reason why we shouldn't break into some haunted building tonight with video cameras?"

"Who has a video camera?" Jeordie asks, wide eyed, "I wanna see how big my dick looks on screen."

"It looks just like your namesake," Brian says. "Twiggy." Jeordie looks crestfallen.

"It's not that small," you assure him, "It's average, but not small."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'd let you have a go, if you weren’t..." You smirk, alluding to the crush Jeordie had on another band member. He goes red.

"If Brian wasn't already balls deep in that," Pogo chides.

"I bet your dick looks like a pickle," you shoot back, sticking your tongue out.

"Wanna check?"

"Okay," Daisy blushes, standing up, "Just cause we're a band, doesn't mean we need to have an orgy."

"What was the point, then?" you joke.

"Anyway. Like Bette said, I really don't think we should be doing this tonight. If we get arrested for trespassing, what'll that do to the band?"

Brian crosses his arms. "Well I'm the leader, and I say it'd give us a cool reputation!”

"Right. Members of the Marilyn Manson family get arrested for... what, looking for ghosts? What a hardcore group of people.”

"We can tell the press we killed someone. Besides, this is the type of shit we’re supposed to do as a metal band. We gotta do dumb, risky things that make us look like bonified Satanists. Otherwise we’re just posers like the rest of ‘em.”

“No, we just have to go on a couple benders in hotel rooms with some blow and a couple tatted up prostitutes, and we’ll fit in.”

“Look, we can do cocaine off girls’ tits and go ghost hunting and still be rock stars, so shut the fuck up Berkowitz, we're doing it," Brian says. Daisy puts his hands up, unwilling to argue with him any more than he already has. So, it’s settled.

You bump your foot against Brian's, and he gives a lopsided smile, brushing the long black hair out of his face and bumping your foot back. Momentarily, his attention is diverted.

"Will someone go get Jeordie? He's pissing in the water fountain."

--

You look out at the crowd. This is a bigger audience than usual here in LA.

“Lots of motherfuckers came out to see us,” Bri comes by to whisper at you, parting his hair and making sure his lipstick is nice and smeared. You nod, and toss him his big floppy top hat. He sticks it on his head as you’re introduced.

“All the way from the South Florida music scene, we’ve got Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids!”

Jeordie starts the first song, Negative Three, off with a bassline intro, and you start the band off with a four count on your drumsticks, then hit the drums as Brian begins to wail into the mic.

“Give me your blood, your teeth, your high school pictures...”

You watch him, not skipping a beat on your rhythm. Daisy headbangs as you launch into the chorus, and Twiggy fiddles with his bass guitar across the stage, dressed in one of his ragdoll dresses. Pogo is to the right of you, hammering away at his keys and jolting around. You always have a good time performing with the guys, but Brian’s got your attention tonight.

He keeps looking back at you, for some reason.

You almost don’t realize the change in song and the fact that you’d been playing it, and nearly jump when Brian screams into the mic: “I bring you!”

You look away from his shirtless figure, and focus on putting on a good show with them as the crowd moshes in front of you.

--

After the show, everyone stops back at the motel quickly, drying off and getting changed. You all reconvene after getting into more comfortable clothes, avoid the small group of fans waiting to follow you, and get ready to leave.

“You were great tonight,” Brian says.

“Really? I nearly missed the beginning of Lunchbox,” you huff.

“Nah, I didn’t notice it. If I had, I would’ve yelled at you til you cried.” He gives a shit eating grin.

The Viper Room. The five of you stare at it. The sun has long since set after the show, and you're in front of the LA nightclub with amateur ghost hunting equipment. (AKA, anything you could find at a five and dime store on the sunset strip this late at night).

"River Phoenix died here,” Jeordie mentions.

“And Johnny Depp owns the place," Daisy remarks.

"I know him," Brian says.

"River Phoenix?” Pogo asks, stroking his beard. “Yeah? You climb into his grave often?"

"Depp, I know Johnny Depp."

"If you know Johnny Depp, then Twiggy's Luke Skywalker," Pogo scoffs.

"Like my father before me," Twiggy mumbles. 

"No, I know him! I was an extra on his show, 21 Jump Street. He's cool, we're friends."

"Suuuure."

Even Jeordie snickers at that, after emerging from his Star Wars fantasy. "Fuck you guys," Brian mutters, "If Johnny was here right now--"

"Oh, you're on a first name basis, huh?"

"If Johnny was here right now, you fucking clown asshole, he'd say hi Brian, and tell you to go fuck yourself."

"He'd say ‘hi Brian’?" you tease, and he smiles.

"Yes, he would. He's nice."

“Would he like me?”

“Anyone would like you.”

"Does he think this place is haunted?"

"I don't know," the singer hums, "I never asked."

You pick the lock, all enter, and shut the door behind you. It's pitch black, and frankly a little nerve-wracking.

"We shouldn't be here," Daisy sing songs.

"One more word out of you and we're feeding you to the ghosts," Pogo says.

"The same could be said for you," you say to the keyboardist. He shoots a dirty look your way that you can't see through the dark. "I did some reading,” you admit, and everyone turns to you. “Apparently there’s a body buried downstairs, in the crawlspace.”

“Johnny’s a killer,” Jeordie whispers in awe.

“That’s fucking rad,” Brian mutters, “I have even more respect for the guy now.”

“It wasn’t Johnny, don’t say that shit out loud in Hollywood or you’ll get sued,” you say, rolling your eyes. “So aside from the bones, the ghostly activity is downstairs in the basement, the VIP room, and by the bar.”

"I know where I'll be," Jeordie smiles, and walks over to the bar. "Pour me a stiff one River, and don't spare the rum."

Pogo sighs. "C'mon, Daisy. The odd couple are going down to the basement."

"Uh, now I think I should be the one to stay at the bar." Daisy shakes his head. "If Jeordie does, we'll have smashed bottles and cop sirens."

"Fine," Jeordie complains, shoving his red and black dreads out of his face.  

“Whatever, dude. It’s just a bunch of bullshit anyway,” Pogo mutters, “It’s like Santa Clause, parents invent ghosts and all that shit to scare kids into behaving themselves, the ever present fascism of the oppressed American youth...” Jeordie follows the ranting keyboardist downstairs, shooting you a desperate look. You just smile, giving a little good luck wave.  

“That leaves you and me in the VIP room,” you say, turning to Brian.

“That it does,” he replies, licking his lip ring. “Just don’t try to hold my hand. That’s sick.”

“If you touch me, I’ll scream,” you retort, and walk ahead of him. He admires your ass with the flashlight, and you smile a little.

Downstairs in the basement, Pogo starts banging on the walls.

“Hello! My friends, my ghoulish friends! My... ghoulfriends, if you will. ANYONE WHO’S GOT THEIR BONES BURIED BACK HERE, MAKE A NOISE! Fart or something!” He swings his arms around.  

“Did Johnny Depp kill you?” Jeordie asks, eyes wide. He twitches at a car honk outside.

Pogo bounces up and down. “Come attack me, bones! Make me one of you! Come on, murder me and bury me, daddy! I’m into that kinky shit! I am here for the taking!”

“That sounds a little forceful,” Jeordie whispers.

“On my part, or their part?” Silence.

“Good point.”  

They keep walking around, and Jeordie trips on something. Pogo keeps banging and yelling obnoxiously. “GOBLINS, GHOULIES, FROM LAST HALLOWEEN! AWAKEN THE SPIRITS WITH YOUR TAMBOR—hey Jeordie, what the fuck are you doing on the ground?”

“I just like the taste of carpet,” Jeordie retorts, sarcasm apparently not evident enough for Pogo to catch it.  

“Jesus, what are you on? I want some.”  

“Help me up?”  

“Yeah, yeah,” the mad clown mutters, and leans down. Jeordie takes his arm, and the two look at each other for a few seconds, the flashlight beneath them illuminating the specks of dust floating through the inch or so between their faces. “Uh...” Pogo whispers, deep voice grumbling.

“Yeah,” Jeordie swallows, and the two stand again, looking away from one another.

Upstairs, you and Brian enter the VIP room.

“Hey there demons, it’s me. Marilyn Manson,” he says, “This is my concubine, Bette Dahmer. Scare us.”  

You glare at him. “Actually, scare me. You can just kill him.” The two of you look around with the flashlight a bit, inspecting the dark wallpaper and decor.

“This is kinda spooky,” Brian admits.

“It’s nice,” you say, stroking the dust off a lamp, “Very gothic. I can see why movie stars like this place.”

“Yeah.” Brian turns the flashlight on and off, finally setting it on a small table and letting the beam keep the room dimly lit. “Lots of old Hollywood glamour. You’d fit right in.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you’d look pretty in an old Marilyn Monroe dress. Or at least one of Jeordie’s.”  

“What if Marilyn Monroe came here?” you giggle.

“Hey, Mar! Thanks for the name!” Brian calls, “If we get rich and famous, we’ll give you the royalties!” You lounge out on one of the couches, and he eyes you. “You could be sitting on a ghost right now,” he says, “You could have a ghost inside you.”

“Mm?”

“You could be sitting right on his big ghost cock.”

“That’s hot.”

“You could have me inside you too, if you wanted.”

“Y’know, I think we’ve been on the road too long,” you laugh, “Pogo’s jokes are getting to you.”

“It’s not the jokes.”

“Yeah, well. If I’m starting to look hot to you, you must be delirious.”

“Nah... I really do think you’re hot, Bets.”

He sits next to you, and you look over at him. “Seriously?”

He ducks his head. “Yeah.”

“I... feel the same way. I mean, I was never ever gonna tell you, cause soon, with any luck, we’ll be big rock and roll stars, and you-- well, you know how it works. You’ll have a million groupies, you’ll be drowning in free pussy.”

“Fuck the groupies. I want your pussy.”

You laugh. “You say that now.”

“Yeah, I do. Til someone better comes along, which I doubt will happen.” He lifts his eyes to meet yours. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. It was weird onstage—usually I can hide it, but tonight... I don’t know. You sitting there, in that top, with your eyes... you were just...” He looks down again, his old shyness coming back. You don’t know what to say. You can only stare at his lips.

Over at the bar, Daisy sits patiently, watching the glass he’s set on a napkin. “Hello, ghosts. It’s me, Scott. You can call me Daisy if you like. If you can hear me, move the cup.”

He stares at the cup. The cup does not move.

Downstairs, Pogo and Twiggy are awkwardly trying to continue their ghost hunt without talking about the moment they just had.

“So, uh, so ghoulies. Where ya from?” Pogo shouts. “Is SATAN in the room with us? We are BIG FANS, sir.” Jeordie starts giggling about something. “What is it?!”

“I just heard a bang above us.”

“That means the demons have come out to play, Jeordie-boy!” Pogo cackles, hopping up on a booth seat and drumming the ceiling.

“No. It means Bette and Manson are screwing around,” Twigs laughs. Then his face gets dead serious. “What if, uh...”

“What if what?” Pogo glances over suspiciously.

“What if... they weren’t the only ones?”

You gasp, standing up and staring at the shattered lamp that had just fallen off the table. “Oh my god. That wasn’t me.”

“Wasn’t me.”

“They’re totally gonna think we’re screwing around up here.”

“Maybe we are,” Brian gets up too, tucking his hair behind his ear.

“Y-you wanna?” you back up. He nods, and falls on top of you on the other couch.

At the bar, Daisy sits, staring at the cup. He patters his fingers on his knees. “It’s okay, ghosts,” he says, smiling politely, “I can wait.”

He stares at it some more. The cup does not move.

In the room, you reach your hand up Brian’s back underneath his black t-shirt. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Shut up and take my pants off.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up. Take your own pants o... ohhh, god, yeah.” Brian reaches up to massage your breasts, and you throw your head back, undoing his fly.  “How long have you wanted to do this?”

“Since the day I walked into the dumb record shop and stole that David Bowie EP.”

“What the fuck?! I got fired for that!”

Downstairs, Pogo runs a hand over his smooth bald head. “I don’t know, man. This sounds very gay to me.”

“I mean,” Jeordie scuffs his shoe on the ground, “It doesn’t have to be. Or like, it could be. If you’re cool with that.”

“If I’m cool with being a homo?”

“...Yeah.”

Pogo looks up at Jeordie, and sighs. “For you?” He glances around the dark, creepy basement, then back to the bassist. “I could be cool with that.”

Daisy changes tactics. “Here. Don’t like moving cups? That’s okay, neither do I sometimes. Let’s try this again.” He smiles. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, god... Brian!” you moan from the VIP room.

“Br... Brian!” Daisy says, excitedly, standing up. “You have the same name as my friend! Oh god... okay, um... how did you die, Brian?”

“Get inside me,” you groan, and Brian takes his boxers down, kissing you as he sinks into your tight heat. The two of you moan, base instincts taking over.

“In... inside you?!” Daisy repeats, eyes lighting up at the apparent paranormal activity he’s discovered. “Oh! You died from an overdose, just like River, didn’t you? You had too many narcotics inside you!”

Downstairs, Pogo steps forward, and swallows. Jeordie closes his eyes, and waits. Suddenly, a car screeches through a red light outside, and Jeordie practically jumps into Pogo’s arms, forcing the two together at the lips. Pogo’s eyes fly open, and Jeordie’s close again, enjoying the kiss. They break away, and stare at one another. Pogo swears, and goes in for another kiss.

“Harder,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around the singer’s neck. He pushes his hips in faster.

“You like it rough, sweetheart?”

“Yeah Bri, I like it rough, yeah...”

He reaches down, finding your sweet spot. You arch into him, scratching your nails up his slender back. He keeps pounding into you, and grunts into your neck.

“Baby, baby, baby...”

“Do you have a message for me, or for any members of our band?” Daisy asks, and lowers his voice conspiratorially. “You know... some insider’s industry tips?” He winks.

“Goood, you’re so fucking good!”

Daisy raises his eyebrows. “I... well thank you! Thank you very much, we really try to reach people with our music.”

“What the fuck are you blabbering about?” Pogo mutters on the stairs, wiping Twiggy’s lipstick off his chin. Daisy beckons them over.

“Shhh! Watch this. I’m sorry I ever doubted you guys... the spirits are so active in this place! Forget making records. We could be mediums!” Jeordie joined Pogo over by the bar as Daisy went on. “Okay—if you’re here with us now, give us a sign.”

There’s a loud bang, followed by a creak and a faint gasp. Jeordie and Pogo look at one another, actually a little bit freaked out by the response. Then comes the “communication.”

“I’m coming, oh-- I’m coming!”

“Where?!” Daisy cries, “Show yourself, come!” Pogo sighs, and Jeordie falls to the floor, laughing.

“I think they already did, pal.” The keyboardist raises his painted on eyebrows, and points to the VIP room. You stumble out, hair messed to hell, and Brian comes out behind you, buckling up his belt. Daisy stares at the two of you for the longest time, before getting up and walking toward the door.

The rest of you go to walk out, deeming the place a paranormal dud, when a gust of wind blows behind you. Brian’s about to turn around, accusing Jeordie of leaving a window open or something, but there’s nothing there. Then, everything happens at once. Daisy’s cup tips over the side of the counter and shatters. The door to the VIP room slams shut, and you all start to hear thumping footsteps coming up the stairs from the basement.  

You and Brian grab at each other, running out first while laughing. Pogo shoves Jeordie over and bolts out. A few seconds later, he runs back in, grabbing the bassist by the hand and dragging him out too. Daisy stays, getting out the video camera. Brian walks back in, guiding the guitarist out calmly, and closes the club’s front door with a click.

“Hey uh, Bri?” you say, taking his arm. He grunts, putting an arm around you. “Next time you see your friend Johnny Depp... maybe don’t mention that we fucked in his haunted club. Kay?”

[a-n-conrad]

Fighting and Flirting (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter 19: Finals

[Summary: As you all get your results for the written portions of your finals, it’s time for you to get ready for the practical portion. Would you be able to measure up to one of your teachers or not?]

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“Katsuki!” You shout, bouncing over to his desk excitedly, “How’d you do? I got sixth in the class!”

“Katsuki?” You hear Kirishima mutter under his breath, though you pay it no mind. You’re too excited about your test results to really care, “When did that happen?”

“Good job, dumbass,” Katsuki responds. Despite the teasing tone, he looks a little proud, “It’s a good thing you actually paid attention while we were studying. You almost caught up to me.”

“Wait, what did you get?”

“Third.”

“Woah, I definitely chose the right tutor!”

“You didn’t choose anything, I offered to help you study.”

“Hmmm, true,” You smile at him, before replying in a very singsong tone, “Thank you, Katsuki!”

“Whatever, loser.”

You skip off to go talk to Shoto and Deku about the written exams. You were going to hold onto the pride of doing well as long as you could before you had to get ready for the physical exam.

- - - - -

FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE

Bakugo had to admit that she was kind of cute when she was excited. He was pretty impressed with how hard she worked to get her grade, too. She really did work hard on all of their study sessions, and obviously it paid off. 

As she skipped away, excitedly bragging to her other friends about her score, and how she managed to catch up after forgetting to study, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. As he turned around to find a very confused looking Kirishima, he knew he was in for a few questions. Especially when Mina and Denki joined him.

“Dude, since when does (Y/N) call you ‘Katsuki’?” Kirishima asked though Bakugo knew he was implying something else with the question.

“I told her she could while we were studying. There’s nothing weird about it, I was just getting sick of hearing her refer to me by my family name.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if we called you by your given name?” Denki asked, with an annoying smug look on his face. Bakugo knew he was being baited, but since when did that stop him from giving in.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Pikachu!”

“Oooooh,” Mina had a comment this time, “So you do have a soft spot for her. Are you guys dating?”

“No,” Bakugo responded a little too quickly, “and I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a soft spot for anyone.”

“Suuuure, dude. But if you and her are hanging out like that, does that mean she isn’t dating Todoroki?”

“Of course they aren’t dating,” Mina responds first, “Trust me, they don’t have the right chemistry. I’m pretty sure they see each other as siblings.”

“Mina, I know you have some weird girl sense or whatever, but I don’t think you can just see stuff like that,” Denki argued, “But hey, if Bakugo isn’t dating her and Todoroki isn’t dating her, maybe I still have a shot!”

“Like hell you do, idiot,” Bakugo found himself cutting in, feeling weirdly angry at the implication of Denki dating her. Was this what jealousy feels like?

“I knew it!” Mina seemed pleased with herself, and as she high fived Denki, Bakugo got the feeling they had planned something, “You totally have a crush on her, don’t you?”

“Go to hell, Racoon-eyes.”

“Oh, come on, dude,” Denki said, “Just tell her.”

“Yeah, I gotta agree, man,” Kirishima adds in, “You really should just tell her.”

“Whatever,” Bakugo mutters, before sitting back in his seat. He really wasn’t in the mood to listen to a relationship lecture from the three of them, but maybe they were right. If she wasn’t dating Todoroki or anyone else, he might have a chance. 

- - - - -

Before you knew it, it was time for you to take the practical part of your final exam. You had all passed the written exam, but you had a feeling that the practical portion would be a little harder. And since you hadn’t been told what this part would be yet, you weren’t sure what to expect.

And the look on Aizawa’s face when he got ready to explain it all to you didn’t help your nerves. You knew that you all had driven him insane this term, and you worried that maybe this was his chance for revenge. With the USJ attack, the number of injuries and dumb decisions at the sports festival, and the fact that three of your classmates took it upon themselves to catch a serial killer. Aizawa had to be really sick of all of you. And you just had to hope that he wouldn’t take that out on you during the finals.

Sadly, as Aizawa described the exam, your hopes were entirely dashed. You’d be paired up, aside from one group of three, and then pitted against one of the teachers. As Aizawa lists the teams and which teacher you’d be faced against, it seemed as though he purposely faced you against the teacher that would give you the hardest time possible.

You were in a group of three, with Jirou and Kota up against Present Mic. Obviously Aizawa had paired you all up against him on purpose. This set up looked like a quirk-based one, though you could see a few that weren’t. Like how Bakugo and Deku were paired up. It was obvious that Aizawa did that to test their ability to get over their personal problems. He really was trying to test all of your limits. Or he just really hated you all.

He gave you some time to get your plan together while you waited for the other teams to go. To be honest, as much as you knew about Present Mic’s quirk, you really weren’t sure how you’d either get past him or capture him. To be honest, you’d probably just have to think of a plan in the middle of it. Pressure always made you think a little quicker, and knowing your environment would help you figure out how Kota’s quirk could help you. Since his was kind of environment-based, it’d help to see where you were before you started thinking up a plan.

To be honest, when you watched the first fight you got a little concerned. The first matchup, Kirishima and Sato versus Cementoss, ended up with your classmates failing. Their quirks both had time limits and that worked against them. But obviously, even with the limiters put on the teachers, you were really going to have to fight for your grade. However, the next few matches did a bit to help boost your confidence. Tsu and Tokoyami worked together incredibly well with their strategy, though you had to admit that the way Tsu used her quirk at the end was a little disturbing. Iida and Ojiro managed to beat their teacher, too. Shoto and Momo had a bit of trouble with Aizawa at the beginning, but they managed to make up for it soon enough. Uraraka and Aoyama managed to beat Thirteen despite their nausea-inducing quirks. The only other pairing that failed was Mina and Denki, though you had to admit that facing them up against Principal Nezu was borderline cruel.

Soon enough it was time for you and your teammates to start your fight. To be honest, you were a little concerned that Present Mic might go a little rougher on you than the other teachers had, Considering that before you were matched up, Jirou had made a comment about how Present Mis was just an announcer. Either way, as you stood in the middle of a forest with Jirou suggesting that you run for the gate and avoid Present Mic entirely, you knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

Just as the three of you started moving, the ground started shaking. The trees blew back as a wave of piercing sound washed over you.

“Oh, fuck,” You yelp, throwing your hands over your ears. Jirou followed suit. Neither of you could move as the soundwaves started to make your ears bleed.

“Kota, can’t you have the birds attack him or something?” Jirou shouted, barely managing to be heard over the screeching of your teacher.

Kota signs a response, something to the degrees of “The birds will be scared away by him.”

“Jirou, can you drown him out?” You ask, trying to cover your ears even more.

“No, my sound waves aren’t loud enough to drown him out. Unless you can boost them?”

“I can, but not for very long. I don’t think we’d be able to make it to the gate in time, and even if we could, we wouldn’t be able to get past him in time.”

“Shit.”

You had to think. What could Kota talk to around here? There weren’t any birds and all the other animals had been scared away. All there were around you were trees. And bugs. Bugs!

“Kota, does your quirk work on bugs?”

He nods.

“Kota, could you get the bugs to attack him?”

“Only if you can drown him out for a little,” he signs.

“Perfect,” You grin at him, before turning to Jirou, “We’re going to drown out Present Mic for long enough for Kota to get the bugs to attack him. And then we run for it.”

She nods and the two of you prepare to drown him out. As Jirou launches her own soundwave attack, you focus on boosting her sound, drowning the screeching out was a less painful, but louder deep sound wave. Kota whispers something to a centipede as you do. You just have to hope that it works. Kota shoots you a thumbs-up, and you stop. Your ears were ringing, and as Present Mic’s screeching started up again, they started hurting even more.

It took a few moments, but eventually, the screeching stopped. You wondered if the bugs really worked or if he just got tired. Either way, that was your queue to run for the gate.

On your signal, the three of you sprinted. You hoped that you could make it to the gate before Present Mic started up again. As you made it out of the forest, you could see that gate. It wasn’t all that far. And right in front of it, was Present mic, completely covered in bugs and unconscious. Obviously, Jirou’s legs gave out at some point, since she was being carried by Kota as the three of you reached the gate. 

“Hell yeah, guys,” You jumped through the gate, “That was amazing, Kota!”

“Thank you,” he signed after setting Jirou down, still refusing to make eye contact.

- - - - -

The next two fights actually went pretty fast to you. Shoji and Hakagure managed to pass against Snipe, though his quirk blocked their stealth abilities. And somehow Mineta managed to beat Midnight, though Sero, who was his partner, was knocked out for most of the fight. You had a feeling only Mineta passed, and that thought made you want to drop-kick him more than you ever had before.

The last fight was the one you were really worried about. Deku and Katuski up against All Might. You knew they hadn’t talked at all about strategy, and the two of them had pretty contradictory fighting styles, so there was no way there were going to agree on what to do. And knowing Katsuki, he was about to run head-on into a fight he couldn’t win. 

As the fight started, they were instantly bickering. Katsuki heads off without Deku, though Deku follows behind despite his partner’s attempts to ditch him. Obviously Deku was trying to pitch a strategy, but Katsuki didn’t really seem like he was listening at all. The fighting got even worse as Katsuki knocked Deku to the ground, the two of them shouting at each other as Katsuki started walking away.

The fighting interrupted, though as All Might destroys an entire street of their city-themed arena, knocking the boy back purely with the shockwave. Deku tries to run, but Katsuki insists on fighting, which leads to a few moments you can’t even watch. Katsuki isn’t holding back, and All Might isn’t about to let him off easy. At least, no more than he has to. 

You knew that Katsuki wanted to prove himself with this fight, but there was no way he was winning with his strategy. You had faith in him, but you’d have to be an idiot to think that a first-year high school student, no matter how powerful, could beat the number one hero in a fight. Obviously Deku knew that too since it seemed like he was attempting to make a run for the gate.

Somehow, despite the battle they were facing, the boys still seemed to have time to fight, as they shouted at each other, and as you flinched, watching as Bakugo was about to be crushed, Deku rushed in. You would be lying if you said you weren’t surprised when Deku Punched Katsuki, before dragging him away. It seemed as though All might let his guard down for a moment, but you knew that wasn’t the end of the fight.

They continue to bicker in the alleyway, but it seems like they come up with some sort of compromise as Katsuki passes Deku one of his gauntlets.

Katsuki launches a full-power attack against All Might, holding his attention fully on him as Deku approaches from behind. You start to piece together their plan as Deku uses Katsuki’s gauntlet to attack All Might, and Bakugo starts to flee towards the gate, Deku running behind him.

You hoped they’d make it, but you should’ve realized that would have been too easy as All Might catches up them and starts attacking them, focusing most on Katsuki as he does. At one point, he even picks up Deku to use as a weapon against Katsuki.

You look away for a little while, sick of seeing your friend and the boy you have a crush on being absolutely destroyed by All Might, but you can hear a few of their last-ditch attempts. At one point Katsuki launches Deku into the air, only for him to be slammed back into the ground. After a few more explosions, Katsuki gets knocked out entirely.

Deku’s the one to save the fight but knocking All Might back with a full-power punch, and grabbing Katsuki’s unconscious body. Despite his injuries, Deku drags Katsuki through the escape gate, winning the fight for both of them.

- - - - -

Finals were done for the day. Most of you had passed, and your classmates had gone home by now. But Katsuki and Deku hadn’t gotten out of the nurse’s office yet. You told Shoto to go ahead without you, and after a few minutes of arguing with you, he eventually did, though not until you promised to make Katsuki walk you home.

You had been sat outside the nurse’s office the entire time, waiting for them to be released. You were starting to get nervous until Katsuki finally walked out the door.

“Katsuki, thank god, are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” He muttered, “Deku’s fine too if you’re waiting for him. The old lady’s just holding him for a talk, he’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Oh,” You respond, “I wasn’t really waiting for him.”

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure you were alright. I wasn’t sure you’d be fine, but you took a little longer than I expected to get out of the office,” You say.

“Yeah, they kept me long for some goddamn reason.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess they just have to be overly cautious,” You say, “It wouldn’t look very good if All Might broke someone’s skull. I mean, after all of Deku’s injuries, I’m sure they’re a little on edge.”

 “I guess.”

The two of you stand there awkwardly for a moment before Katsuki realizes something, “Hey, where’s Icyhot?”

“Oh,” You really can’t think of a good lie to tell him, “He left a little while ago. He didn’t want to wait with me.”

“You know you didn’t have to wait right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“But you’re still going to walk me home, right?”

“Of course I am, dumbass.”

Taglist @thatpersonwithissues @ohnosiren

[Author’s Note: Writing fight scenes is actually really weird to do with a bunch of Shimejis crawling around your screen, but I swear these are the only reason I don’t fall asleep when I write at midnight.]

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Larry Timeline Nov-2012

-> November 1st, Harry was seen with white painting in his hair.

Summing up, on Oct 31st Louis had white paint on his face. Now, on 1st, ne day later, harry has white paint on his hair.

-> November 2nd, Madrid press conference. Louis is constantly using his mic as if it was a dick, looking at Harry several times. \

(video here) 

-> November 8th, in a interview, Louis makes "sugestives" moves in a plant, looking to Harry, which gets embaressed, and looks down. Louis seems then getting h4rd, and try his best to hide his bone. (even puttig a fucking towel on it, I lmao hgdfhsjdchje)

(video here) 

-> November 8th, Louis says him and Harry does not live together anymore (suuuure).

-> November 9th, Louis gets the "oops" tattoo.

-> November 26th, *cough* Body language *cough*. Idk how to explain this, you have to watch the video 

(video here)

Yep, that happened. Everytime I watch this I want to cry. Basically, if you didn´t understand, Harry was about to put his arm on Louis back or shoulders (probably an unvoluntary moviment). Louis is quick, and moves his legs, as if he was warning Harry he couldn't do that anymore.

[class1cbnha]

Hi! Hi!!

¡¡Hola a todos!! ¿Cómo estáis? Mi nombre es Marionne Tissen y hoy me toca presentarme a mi~. Os diría mi nombre de héroe pero es que os prometo que aún no me he decidido uU ¡Os lo diré cuando lo sepa! ¡Yo también quiero ser un héroe como los demás!

¡Oh! ¡Oh! ¿Debería hablaros de mi quirk, verdad? ¡¡PUEDO DARLE VIDA A JUGUETES Y PELUCHES!! ¿¿No es una monada?? >w<!! Normalmente no uso juguetes demasiado grandes o que den miedo, aun así ;A;

Sobre mi... Sobre mi... Me gusta pasar tiempo con mis amigos y las cosas monas. Y LOS PERRITOS *OOO* son tan monos y peluditos y awww~ También me gustan los dulces y los pastelitos~ ñam.

.... Ahora tengo hambre ;///; Creo que voy a dejarlo aquí. ¡Bye-bye~!

Mic: ........................ ¿Supongo que está bien? Es tú decisión, I guess. ¡Pero me gusta que sigas tus sueños a tu forma!

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Party of the Year (Aizawa x Reader)

Summary: For the end of the year, Present Mic and Midnight threw a Bōnenkai (forget the year) party at one of the coolest, lowkey izakayas in Tokyo for the U.A. staff. You helped them set up and accidentally let it slip that you’ve been crushing on Aizawa. The party gets into full swing, and a drunk Yamada Hizashi tries to be a wingman for you, but isn’t exactly smooth about it. You take a breather outside, only to be joined by the man of your affections, and the night takes a pleasant turn.

Scenario: New Year’s Eve party

Words: 4133

Type: One Shot

Reader: Female, employed at U.A., close with Midnight and Present Mic

This was going to be the one party that all the hero staffers from U.A. got together at. It was the end of the year, and Present Mic was not going to let anyone skip out on their first ever Bōnenkai party. He even got Midnight on board with planning the party, the two of them lowkey threatening anyone who even thought about skipping with being knocked out by Somnambulist and brought along. It was one hell of a year, and all the teachers and staff deserved a night where they could just let go and let loose. The students were with their families for the holidays, and other fantastic heroes were going to take up patrol so that Tokyo remained safe while they partied, that way no one would feel guilty for enjoying themselves. Some teacher-heroes took it all too seriously and seemed incapable of relaxing, but tonight, the Voice Hero and 18+ Only Heroine were going see to it that they did.

It wasn’t easy booking an entire izakaya the night of New Year’s Eve, especially one like Tatemichiya. The covert shrine to golden-age punk rock was his and Aizawa’s favorite place to have a beer to unwind at, and he figured that having the Bōnenkai party there would increase the likeliness of Eraser Head coming, staying, and having a good time. He was, after all, the teacher-hero most guilty of never seeming to relax. Yamada was able to pull some strings, his influence as a pro hero and member of the prestigious U.A. High School persuading the owner that it would be well worth it to rent his establishment out for their exclusive party. Plus, he and Eraser Head were some of the owner’s favorite patrons anyway. It was going to be as much a blast for the mohawk sporting cook, bartender, jack of all trades owner as it was for his guests. He was even going to keep the tavern open later than he usually would for holidays.

You thought this was an excellent idea and were very excited for tonight. It was everyone’s free pass not to worry, and this was something you believed would be incredibly healthy to the often stressed out teachers and heroes employed at U.A. Midnight and Present Mic demanded that everyone leave their hero costumes at home and they didn’t need to tell you twice- you had an outfit you were excited to wear for New Years already picked out. There was no point in dressing up formally if you were going to an izakaya, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun with your outfit. You and Kayama got together and decided that you’d both wear short, tight skirts with fishnets, knee high boots, and ripped band t-shirts. After all, you were going to Tokyo’s secret punk rock shrine for your night of festivities.

Half an hour before the party was supposed to begin, you joined Yamada and Kayama in getting the izakaya set up. They received permission to put up some decorations, so you helped them with streamers and banners, as well as setting out confetti, table toppers, confetti cannons and poppers, and noisemakers. The three of you made quick progress in decorating the space, so you started getting out some partywear- gold and silver beads, party hats, glasses with the year on them, and colorful feather boas, placing them near the entrance to be grabbed as people came in. Present Mic and Midnight both put on the year declaring glasses, replacing their hero eyewear with the festive ones. Midnight grabbed a boa and playfully caught you in it, pulling you towards her with a flirty smirk.

“So, who’s gonna be your New Year’s kiss, (Y/N)?~”

You laughed at the idea. “New Year’s kiss? Really?”

“Yeah!” Present Mic chipped in. “Y’know! If you don’t kiss someone at midnight, you’ll have a year of loneliness!”

You laughed again and pulled Midnight’s boa up and over your head so you could step out of her hold. “Oh come on, you guys don’t still believe that superstition, do you? Did you kiss anyone last year?”

“Did you?” Kayama spun the question back at you with a teasing tone. “That’s probably why you’ve been single all year.~”

“Oh please, I’ve been single all year because Aizawa’s dense as fuck- oh, shit.” The color left your face as you realized you just dropped the name of your heart’s desire- something you’d successfully kept hidden for the entire year, and year before that. You were definitely too comfortable around these two for a slip up like that to happen.

“AIZAWA?!” Midnight shrieked with girlish giddiness. Present Mic echoed her, but he was much more surprised.

“Nope.” You tried to deny it. “I said all guys are dense.” The blush on your cheeks betrayed you, and soon the two heroes were standing behind you with mischievous expressions, whispering to each other and clearly plotting something.

Fortunately for you, your coworkers arrived, sparing you from having to deal with Yamada and Kayama as they shared knowing glances and smirks.

Just about everyone arrived at once, as if they had all met up and come together. Missing from the fray were Eraser Head- which wasn’t really a surprise- and Principal Nezu. You greeted everyone with a charming smile, as if you hadn’t accidentally let the name of your crush slip at all, encouraging them to get a little festive, and even playfully putting a boa around Vlad King’s neck and a party hat on Thirteen. Beers were handed out for everyone to get started with, as tradition would have it, before people started ordering their own food and drinks. There was no point in making everyone wait until Aizawa and Nezu arrived, so the party began.

Punk music played over the speakers, lively and energetic while teachers and faculty chatted each other up. You sat with Yagi at the bar, drinking that first beer and shootin’ the shit with each other, laughing over memories from the past year. Recovery Girl joined you two, and naturally, you both picked on All Might in good cheer and fun.

You were almost done with your beer when Aizawa finally walked into the establishment, greeted by cheers from Yamada, Kayama, and then everyone else. The two of them fired confetti cannons on either side of him, getting ribbon and sequin all over the increasingly grumpy man. Even though he wasn’t in his hero costume, he still wore his capture weapon around his neck, and it bustled in response to the cheers. Out from the gray fabric popped Principal Nezu, both hands extended with a jovial expression on his furry face. You couldn’t help but laugh with everyone, cheering with them and applauding at their arrival and Nezu’s hard work of getting Aizawa to show up without making Midnight and Present Mic come after him.

“C’mon, Aizawa, you don’t need that tonight,” Yamada brought his hands to the capture weapon around his friend’s neck and removed it. He groaned and allowed the scarf to be pulled off, Nezu hopping off his shoulders and joining your group at the bar. You handed the principal a beer, and suddenly all three of you were picking on Yagi again. But soon the tables turned, and your elders began to poke fun at you.

“Uh-huh, suuuure,” you sarcastically agreed with a laugh, taking two fresh, cold beers and standing up with them. You turned from the bar and looked around until you spotted him with Yamada and Kayama fussing over him. Yamada placed a party hat on the mess of black of hair, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how out of place it looked on the Erasure Hero. Midnight spotted you heading their way and pulled Yamada away from Aizawa, coming up with some excuse to leave with him as you approached the latest guest from behind.

Finally left alone, Aizawa turned around, only to be greeted by you walking to him with a drink in each hand. He had gold and silver beads around his neck that went past the v-neck collar which looked incredibly good on him, drawing your eyes in ways you tried to hide behind a smile that closed your eyes so that you could redirect them to his face once they opened again. In that brief moment, you missed his eyes looking you up and down, taking in the torn and tight band tee, the black skirt that hugged your hips and revealed your thighs, the fishnets that criss crossed over your tempting skin, and the stiletto boots that made your legs look even more amazing than usual. The way your hips swayed side to side with your steps as you approached him wasn’t lost to him either, and you weren’t positive, but you might have picked up on a small smile on his lips.

“Y’know, it’s not a Bōnenkai party if not everyone is drinking, and it sure looks like you could use one,” you suggested with a chuckle, offering him one of the beers. “You’ve got some catching up to do. I’m one of the slowest drinkers, and I’m on my second one now. Cheers?” You lifted your glass and he brought his to clink with yours before you both took a drink.

“You always seem to know what I need,” he sighed after that long, first drink of alcohol. His completely unexpected words brought a blush to your cheeks, and you chuckled almost nervously as you stepped to his side, hoping he wouldn’t pay any attention to your face if you weren’t in front of him. While his head didn’t turn, his eyes followed you until you moved out of his peripheral vision.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just brought you a beer because everyone should be drinking and enjoying themselves- you, included.” You gained a bit of control over your sudden fluster from his last comment and smiled at him before looking out at everyone. Your eyes met briefly before you turned them away with a personal feat of self discipline. Seeing everyone with smiles on their faces grounded you in the moment, bringing a happy smile to your lips that you didn’t even notice. This was the first time you’d seen them all together and so relaxed and happy.

“Mm. You don’t remember the times you had spare eye drops when I ran out?”

That warm, rosy blush began to creep back onto your cheeks. “Those were coincidences. I wear contacts and need them too sometimes.” While it was true that you wore contacts, you didn’t wear them often and always replaced your eye drops after giving them to him, just in case. And he certainly noticed that they were full and unused when you sent them his way.

“Ah, of course. And when you’d stop by my class for student evaluations on days I absolutely needed the rest?”

“Schedules just happened to line up,” you answered, keeping your eyes away from him as your blush only deepened. You made the mistake of glancing at Yamada and Midnight who noticed your blush and winked at you, making you take another drink just so you could block them out. You didn’t notice that Aizawa’s face turned to you in that time. A lull in conversation passed between you two as you did anything but look at him and he waited for your eyes to meet his.

When you finally did look back at him, your brows furrowed in surprise before lifting as you tried to look skeptical.

“What...?”

“Thanks, (Y/N).” It was a simple expression of gratitude, but it carried a strange weight to it that you couldn’t make sense of. While you were great at profiling people and analyzing their behaviors- as was part of your job- you found yourself puzzled in the moment. Maybe it was from drinking, or maybe it was because you were determined not to work at this party, but you didn’t know what to make of it.

“Come on, Aizawa. Finish that drink and let’s get you another.” You smiled at him again and led him further into the izakaya, both of you joining the party.

The night started to pass quickly as drinking games began. The owner of Tatemichiya gathered everyone around the bar and threw down shots and drinks, never letting a person sit with an empty cup for more than a round of whatever game it was. The izakaya erupted with laughter and joy as confessions were made and stupid feats dared. The speakers were later commandeered and hooked up for karaoke at Yamada’s request, and the night only got louder and crazier. Cheeks were flushed from the booze, inhibitions were tossed to the wind, and you were sitting next to Aizawa at the bar, watching and listening to Yagi perform some outlandish American song.

By now, Eraser Head was finally relaxing. The owner knew his favorite drinks and how to chip away at his tolerance so that he would finally start to unwind, keeping the drinks coming. You slowed down a bit, not nearly as seasoned of a drinker as the rest, taking your cocktail at a sipping pace. Present Mic came up behind you two and slung his arms around your shoulders, leaning over so his head came between both of yours. Glancing at him, you saw that his nose, cheeks, and ears were all pink from drinking, and he exaggeratedly sighed between you two.

“Guuuysss… you’re so boooring, just sitting over heerrreee.. Go, like.. make out or something if you’re not gonna get crazy with everyoonnneee,” he whined, resting his head against Aizawa’s. His semi-slurred words stunned you into a silent stupor, a bright blush coming to your cheeks as you decided now was a great time to finish that cocktail you were working on.

“How much have you had to drink, Hizashi?” Aizawa asked, sounding much more amused than you expected him to.

“More than yooou! Hahahaha!” Present Mic cackled his response, finding himself hilarious as he stood back up. “Actually, I think I need another!” he signaled to the owner, walking around the bar to pick up another drink and then back to the karaoke set up. When Aizawa looked back at you to continue your conversation, he saw that you had gotten up and were nearly out of the izakaya, your glass empty.

You stepped outside into the chilly night, leaning your back against the building not far from the door. In the distance, temple bells rang to cast away worldly desires that weighed down on the human spirit. With a deep sigh, you gazed up at the starry sky, the moon bright and stars twinkling. It was lovely and calm and peaceful, even with the streets busy with people and festivities. New Years in Tokyo was a big event, after all. It didn’t take long for you to begin to shiver, your hands coming up to your arms and rubbing them since you weren’t quite ready to head back inside.

“Are you alright?” Aizawa’s familiar voice caught your attention as he stepped out and joined you. He noticed the way your hands rubbed your arms, your outfit sharing too much of your skin for this weather.

“Yeah, I just needed a break,” you admitted with a shaky chuckle, the cold sinking into your skin.

The hero disappeared inside for a moment, and then came back out with his jacket in hand. He stepped over to you and effortlessly wrapped the coat around your shoulders, having you lean toward him in the process. Your cheeks warmed with a blush that could easily have been mistaken as a result from the cool night, and you smiled at him.

“Thanks, Aizawa..”

“It’s no problem.” He leaned against the building with you, watching people pass by with their friends and lovers, laughing and even drunk in some cases. You both relaxed, listening to the karaoke overflow from the izakaya. It sounded like Yamada and Kayama were doing a duet together. Closing your eyes, you relaxed, trying to calm your quickened heart from when Aizawa wrapped you up in his jacket. Deep breaths manifested in little clouds in front of you.

However, the calmness you were trying to achieve began to waver as you felt that odd feeling of being stared at. You opened your eyes, scanning from one side to the other as you tried to find the eyes on you. It wasn’t until you looked beside you that your eyes met the culprit. Blinking a few times, you pushed yourself off the building and tilted your head to the side.

“Is something wrong?”

His eyes held yours for a moment longer before a smile spread onto his lips.

“I’d say it’s the alcohol talking, but I’m nowhere near inebriated enough to blame it,” he began. “I was just thinking you look lovely tonight; it’s been hard to take my eyes off you.”

Your cheeks brightened with a blush that was noticeably from his words, especially with the way your eyes widened. Seeing your reaction made the hero smile as you unknowingly encouraged and emboldened him. He leaned off of the building as well, and reached his hand out to take yours as he stepped around and guided your back to the wall again. You followed his steps until you stumbled, the building closer than you realized, and fell forward into his arms. Aizawa chuckled as he caught you with ease, helping you straighten up while pressing you back to the wall.

“(Y/N)...” You couldn’t help but swoon at the way your name rolled off his tongue, watching the way his mouth moved with it. Was it just you, or were his lips coming closer? His hand came up to your cheek, fingertips along your jaw tilting your head up so that your eyes met. He paused, his face incredibly close to yours, and as he saw your eyes shut, closed the space between you two.

It wasn’t just his lips that pressed against yours- his whole body did. Without even thinking, your arms wrapped around his waist as the first kiss you two shared deepened. Lips parted and tongues embraced, and soon you were pulling him into you, your hands coming up to the back of his head and running through his messy black hair that was surprisingly silky and didn’t tangle on your fingers. You didn’t mean to, but you absolutely moaned into the kiss, having craved him for years and not being disappointed when you finally got a taste. He smiled into the kiss upon hearing you, and caressed your face before letting his hand brush through your hair to the back of your head. You weren’t going anywhere- he had you pinned against the wall exactly how he wanted you, lips locked and eyes closed.

You were both so lost in each other that neither one of you noticed Yamada peek his head out in search of the two missing U.A. staffers. He took out his phone and snapped a picture, the flash going off much to his dismay. Aizawa pulled back quickly and glared in the direction of the flash, his hair standing on edge and eyes glowing red. You gasped when it all happened, seeing Yamada with his phone still up as he was caught in the act of catching you two locking lips and sharing secrets from the tips of your tongues.

“Damn it, Hizashi,” Aizawa sighed, his hair falling back down over his shoulders and framing his face as he stepped back from you. “Delete that.”

The Voice Hero giggled mischievously, quickly disappearing back into the punk rock tavern, taking the risk that his friend wouldn’t leave you to follow him. Without his capture weapon, he wasn’t able to quickly detain the blond before he made it back inside, and he stood somewhere between you and the entryway. You were still a bit stunned- from the kiss, and then from Yamada’s intrusion- but walked up to Aizawa from behind until you were at his side. You two shared a look, first mildly concerned, but then you couldn’t help but start to giggle. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but then he smiled, your laughter lightening up the mood tenfold.

Aizawa turned to you, his hand coming back to your cheek as the other took you by the waist, and he pulled you into another kiss. You moaned unexpectedly again before kissing him back, pulling away before the kiss got too heated.

“Shouta..”

“What is it?” he asked, gazing down at you, both hands now resting on your figure.

“I don’t want to come off as … prude, by any means, but I’m not looking for a one night stand or anything.” You weren’t sure how to go about telling him you actually liked him. He seemed unaffected by your words, as if you were stating the obvious and it was common knowledge.

“Then we’ll have to keep seeing each other and doing this,” he finally replied with a small smirk. “I, for one, would like that.”

A rosy blush dusted your cheeks again and you smiled up at him, stepping into him as your hands came up to his chest and you went onto your tiptoes to peck his lips. “I would, too.” You settled back on your heels, smiling up at him. “We should head inside and try to damage control. No doubt, Yamada’s started sharing the picture.”

No sooner than when you said that, Aizawa’s phone vibrated. He took it out and checked it, and you saw his expression go from wide eyed to a full on glare as he gripped the phone.

“What is it?” you asked. Aizawa groaned and turned his phone to show you that the drunken hero had sent the picture in a group chat to everyone present at the party. Your eyes widened at first, but then you giggled. “Well.. I guess the cat’s out of the bag?” You looked up at him, your expression seeking some sort of affirmation from him that you were both on the same page for where things were headed. His displeased eyes met yours, and a smile cracked that frustrated facade of his.

“Guess so.” He bent down and kissed your forehead before guiding you back inside with his hand on the small of your back, his jacket still draped over your shoulders.

When you both returned to the scene inside, you were met with confetti cannons and noise makers. You jumped at first, and then laughed, playfully trying to chase away the streamers and sequins with your hand. The party continued in full swing as the owner lined up a row of tequila shots for everyone, bringing the energy back up to max as karaoke and drinking games continued, sending the night careening closer and closer to midnight.

Before you knew it, the countdown was on all the screens in the izakaya, audio feeding through the speakers. You all crowded together, drinks in one hand and noisemakers in the other- save for Aizawa, whose drinkless hand rested on your side, holding you close to him.

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!” everyone chanted in unison.

Just as you were about to shout “happy new year” and blow into your noisemaker, Aizawa spun you in toward him and swooped down to kiss you- eagerly, affectionately, and deeply, dipping you in the process- as everyone around you both brought in the new year with delighted cheers. They roared in excitement, half for the new year, and half for the teacher acting out of character and boldly kissing you. He brought you back up, pulling away with a smile on his lips, his own cheeks dusted pink from drinking and taking you so publicly among your peers. You gazed up at him in a daze before smiling at him and pulling him back to you for another, shorter kiss before parting from him with your own blush present. After your kisses, everyone raised their glasses for a final toast and cheer, finished their drinks, helped the owner clean as much as possible while drunk, and then headed home for the night.

You and Aizawa were the last in, and you pulled him into your room with a smile. His lips were on yours as soon as the door shut, and by the time you both snuck out for the first sunrise of the new year, they had kissed you all over, drawing out moans and climaxes over and over. When you returned from Hatsuhinode together, you both collapsed in his bed, and he held you close, spooning you as you fell asleep together, the new year starting better than you would have ever imagined.

[magma-mouse]

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

( Flogging Molly, Weird Al,, and Hypnosis Mic for suuuure

Lately I’ve been obsessed with Hypnosis mic

For Example, Ive been waiting the last 2 months for this to arrive from Japan)

[explicitlytheballs]

Our Little Party • Melo (Based off of tea 🐸☕)

Somethings aren’t exactly the same but enjoy 🙃

Excuse mistakes btw -

Omniscient

Y/n rolled her eyes at her best friend Malaya who was mixing alcohol with the punch for the party she was having.

“Laya that is too much damn alcohol.” Y/n said trying to snatch the bottle away from her.

“Bitch it’s only two shots of Vodka.” Malaya smirked.

“That’s enough quit!” Y/n took the bottle away from her and sat it under the sink.

Y/n wiped off her red T-shirt dress, and headed to the door to see who rung the door bell.

“They’re here!” Y/n shouted to Laya.

“Open the door you dumbass.” Laya laughed as she sat out the food for the party.

“Watch ya mouth hoe.” Y/n rolled her eyes and opened the door.

She looked at her phone and it was 10:14 PM. The party was just getting started as she saw lots and lots of people coming in.

“Damn.”

It was already about 30 people that had came in the door all at once and that wasn’t it.

“You already know who it is!” The DJ cheered.

“Laya who the hell is this?” Y/n pointed at the DJ who was doing a mic check.

“That’s the DJ girl.” Laya laughed and sipped from her punch.

“How much he pay per hour?” Y/n looked at Laya.

“400 do-

“500 fucking dollars per hour? Bitch did you look into the solar eclipse with no glasses before you saw this mans prices?” Y/n’s jaw dropped.

“Girl he a good DJ, he gonna play all the newest songs.”

Y/n raised her hands in the air, surrendering. “Aye whatever floats your boat.”

Laya laughed and turned around going into her backyard.

The DJ then started to play his music. Very few people were in the house, majority of them were in the backyard.

“This party dry as fu-

"Aye! Yuuh!” Y/n heard someone come in the door and they were literally in packs.

Y/n saw LaMelo coming in the door, dancing and showing his mouth full of braces, smiling.

Y/n giggled as he came in the door. Behind him were more people.

“Y'all already know what the fuck going on ya feel me? It’s Lil Daij in the building with my lil bro Quan, we in this bitch.” He recorded on snapchat and smiled showing his perfectly straight pearly whites.

Y/n didn’t really talk to Melo maybe it’s because she went to a different school other than Chino Hills High School, but they’ve met each other before. Y/n’s eyes followed Melo as he went straight to the punch bowl with him and his crew.

“Damn he brought the whole school huh?” Some boy behind y/n joked.

“Yea, he sure knows how to bring a party.” Y/n looked out the door as she saw more people pulling up.

“Aye y/n could you do me a favor and give me some water, this punch strong as hell.” Her classmate tapped her on her shoulder.

“Uhh.. sure.” She went in the kitchen and reached into the fridge grabbing a bottle of water.

“Aye lil shawty.” Melo called.

Y/n ignored him and closed the fridge, not paying attention to him as she walked by.

“Here’s your water.” She smiled and gave her classmate the water.

“Thanks.”

Y/n turned around to see Melo standing in front of her.

“What do you want?” Y/n folded her arms.

“I can’t talk to a pretty girl like you?” He smiled.

Y/n smiled. “What Melo?”

“Damn we can’t talk? You seem like you don’t wanna be here anyway, I’ll keep you company if that’s fine with you?” He put his hands in his pockets.

“Umm.. you want to go sit in my car? It’s noisy in here and I need to charge my phone anyway.” Y/n looked up at him.

“Yeah why not.” Melo followed behind y/n as she lead him to her car.

“Get in.” She unlocked the door and he got in the passenger seat.

They both closed the car door, and Melo cleared his throat.

“Play some music, if you don’t mind.” He looked at her.

Y/n plugged her phone into the charger and sat it down. Then she turned on the radio, turning up the music, but not too loud.

“So.. I’ve met you before. What’s your name again?”

“It’s y/n.”

“Y/n, that’s a pretty name.” he nodded his head and then looked over at her.

Y/n giggled. “Thank you Melo.”

“How’s basketball going for you?” Y/n laid her head on the head rest.

“Well it’s going good, can’t wait until basketball season to start again, like damn it seem so far away, but I still be putting in work tho.” He popped his collar and laughed.

Y/n shook her head. “You’re so silly.”

“I know this off topic, but when you look in the mirror do be thinking like damn.. I’m human, I’m really in this bitch.” Melo cackled.

Y/n laughed along with him. “ I mean sometimes.”

Y/n looked over at Melo’s earrings as they sparkled. “I love your earrings.”

“Ohh thank you. Do you have on some right now?”

“Matter of fact I just got these new hoop earr-

Melo pulled placed his hand behind her ear and looked at her earrings.

Y/n looked over at him and they stared in each other’s eyes before they both leaned in and their lips met.

Y/n placed her hand in his curls and deepened the kiss.

Melo pulled away from the kiss, "I exactly what I want babygirl.” He smirked.

“And what is that?” Y/n bit her lip.

“You.”

“Well…” y/n eyes trailed down to his pants.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this, but I’ll give you head. Deal?”

“Cool with me.”

Y/n got on her knees in her seat and leaned down towards Melo’s pants.

“You suuuure?” She smiled unbuckling his belt.

“Positive.” He winked.

Y/n pulled down his camouflage pants down to his knees. Y/n then teased him through his boxers, rubbing her hand all over his erection and lightly squeezing it.

“C'mon y/n.” He looked down at her biting his lip.

Y/n pulled down his boxers and his dick sprung out of them.

He sighed in relief as she wrapped her hand around it, her tongue slowly trailed up the the tip of his dick. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and she lightly sucked on it.

He threw his head back on the head rest and closed his eyes. He put one hand on the back of her head as she took all of them in her mouth.

Y/n looked up at him as she bobbed her head up and down and stroked the rest of his dick that she couldn’t fit in her mouth since he was so big.

Melo started to  breathe heavily as he guided her head up and down, but not with force.

He bit his lip and hissed, “shit.”

Y/n started to moan which sent slight vibrations to his dick.

Y/n stared at Melo watching his facial expressions, she took him out of her mouth and pumped him with her left hand as she massaged his balls with the other.

“Damn y/n I’m finna cum.” He groaned.

Y/n sucked on the tip until she felt his load shoot in her mouth.

She popped him out of her mouth and wiped the corner of her lips. She sucked on her thumb and swallowed his cum.

“Shit.” His eyes widened.

Y/n smiled.

“Get that ass in the back seat.” Melo slapped her thigh.

Y/n crawled into the backseat and Melo followed behind her.

Y/n laid in the backseat with one of her legs in the air while the other one was on the floor.

Melo lifted her dress and he smirked. “No panties.”

Y/n smiled, “why not.”

He brushed his thumb over her clit teasing her, then he ran his two fingers up and down her folds before inserting them into her.

Y/n gasped as he teased her clit with his tongue.

“Mmhm.” She grabbed a handful of his hair.

“Melo oh my..” y/n gripped onto the seat with her other hand as she called out Melo’s name.

She rolled her hips as his two finger went in and out of her and his tongue worked on her clit.

“Fuck.” Y/n moaned his lips wrapped around her clit, then he started to placing open mouthed kisses on her clit.

“Shit!” She dragged out and she tried to clamp her thighs together put he spreaded them more apart.

Melo glared at her.

He curved his fingers into a ‘come here’ motion hitting her g-spot.

Y/n’s breath hitched as he flattened his tongue on her clit and shook his head from side to side.

“Fuck! Melo, I’m getting close.” Y/n’s nails dug into the back of her car seat.

She held the back of his head as she felt herself about to cum.

Y/n released, arching her back, as she cried out in pleasure.

“Shit.” She wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Melo removed his fingers and inserted them into his mouth sucking in them.

“So uh.. you wanna hang out a little bit more tonight?” He smiled.

“Ha, why not?” She gave a weak smile.

[b-n-h-a-imagines]

*giggles* thanks Mic n///n hey can i try your glasses pleeeeease? -Jen

Suuuure! *puts glasses on you* lookin’ good Jen-chan!

[beebeecee]

Fan Account - Club Eskimo in (Toronto) Canada

As promised, I wanted to share my evening with you guys. 

The venue: (Just wanted to give this for context). Really well chosen for this event, it’s all standing room, but there are a few levels which make it easy for lots of people to have a good view of the stage. As well, the stage is elevated a few feet off the ground too. A lot of the VIP ticket holders were in the lower section closest to the stage, there was a staircase to go down here and a railing at the top of this which had a railing for the second level - (this is where I was, and behind that was a bar). If you went all the way to the back behind the bar there was a staircase leading to the balcony which was for 19+ only (licensed bar upstairs and 19 is the drinking age). 

Doors were at 7pm, and the show was scheduled to start at 8pm, but shortly after everyone had been let in, 2xxx came out and started their set and did so almost entirely in the dark. It felt like we were at a club! A little while into their set some of the other artists had come out and were dancing around the dj’s table, including Dean himself in his long black coat. He was absolutely adorable bouncing around and dabbing like his life depended on it. 2xxx continued on, and before leaving the stage they picked up the mic and ever so quietly said “thank you for coming guys” and nothing else. Precious is an understatement. There was a guest singer that came out here too, but I never got their name. 

There was a pause after 2xxx where stage crews were busy setting up but the crowd’s energy was very prominent - every new stage member elicited some screams as the lights were off again and people were anticipating the next artist. 

In comes Offonoff. That voice though! What a duo these two are - Colde was out hyping up the crowd and killing his vocal performance. 0channel was behind the dj table, until he came out and blew everyone away with his rapping. These two work so well together and it was honestly amazing to see them in action, will definitely be one to remember. And of course, we had another appearance from Dean. He came out and sang along with Colde and was teasing fans, getting us to repeat his more and more complicated “yeah’s” with a big smile on his face. Clearly he was having fun with it. 

Miso took the stage next which had the crowd chanting her name. Not only was she mixing some great songs together, but this girl can SING. She was also wearing a giant floppy hat and I just wanted to put her in my pocket and run away, she’s too cute. She really had the crowd going with her song choices and all the mixing. (Sidenote: when I was waiting to get my coat some of the fans were still in the pit area and when Miso came out to get some of her gear she got another fan chant of her name and she went and shook hands with some of them before running away, it was adorable to witness). 

Then we have our third appearance from Dean, where he starts off his setlist with Put My Hands On You and Miso still controlling the music.

The minute Dean came out and started singing I thought I was going to explode from the excitement. He instantly had the crowd the loudest it had been with every single person singing the lyrics back to him. Seeing his face light up when the whole room was singing warmed my heart. Dean was king of fan engagement - from getting everyone’s hands in the air, repeating things back to him, asking how the crowd was doing, getting right up in the faces of people in the front, everything. His entire set he was bouncing around and running from one side of the stage to the other. 

Some Dean highlights: 

Put My Hands On You had this boy’s face all smiles, really too sweet

During Pour Up Offonoff and the guest singer came out as Dean’s hype men getting fans to jump with them and throwing water 

Dean rapping Zico’s part in Pour Up - flawlessly I might add 

Everyone getting so hype at “private special do it stage” 

Dean’s awkward dad-like dancing 

Teasing the crowd by pulling down his jacket 

Asking “are you having fun?” “are you suuuure you’re having fun?”

At the breakdown in 21 he got himself a bucket hat pulled down way too far and wore it the rest of his set (YAS BOY SAY BYE TO THOSE FAKE FANS)

I’m Not Sorry was so loud my ears are still ringing

BODY ROLLS 

Dean being SHOOK AF at the fan responses all night

He actually clutched at his chest several times and had his hands on his head in disbelief

He spoke in English the whole night but I think got overwhelmed and started saying thank you in Korean when his set was over

WE GOT THAT ENCORE THOUGH

He sang a cover he told us he had never performed before (it was so beautiful, I have a small clip of it) 

I’ll never be over the smile he had on his face the entire show it was so endearing 

HIS VOICE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO MANY RUNS. SO MUCH TALENT. MY HEARTTTTTT

BUT WAIT

Just when we thought it was over, everyone that had performed came out and were dancing around, hyping up the crowd, taking videos, etc. 2xxx was mixing some songs together and out of everything they could have played, a kind of trap remix of Drake comes on, Dean could not have looked more excited about this rapping every word - appropriate for the location though (they played in Drake’s hometown). This became club music 2.0 - such a cool way to end a show! 

I could talk about this forever but I’ll leave it at this for now. 

[sensateboy]

Miss you bb

Suuuure, well let's start from the fact that no one misses me and I said it *mic drop*

[punchdenergy]

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[kyoi-teki-blog]

Hi.

1. First impression: This guy and the other little dude have a bright future together.2. Truth is: I don't know ya all that well, but it's a joy watchin' you do your stuff in the ring; both wrestlin' wise and on the mic; and hopefully you'll get to return to that soon.3. How old do you look: like..mid-20s.4. Have you ever made me laugh: Yes. All the time.5. Have you ever made me mad: No.6. Best feature: Your height? Or your eyes.7. Have I ever had a crush on you: No.8. You’re my: coworker.9. Name in my phone: Big Cass 💪10. Should you post this too? Suuuure :)