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justanothersquidblog · 1 year ago

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How do your agents skills compare to eachother?

OK SO

let's make a list of stats that'll be graded out of five stars.

Agility (This includes speed and like, ability to dodge and stuff. also maybe parkour if thats funny.)

Endurance (This includes durability for when they get hit, and like, how long they can last in a fight)

Strength (This includes physical like muscle strength and hand to hand combat, and also their general hand-to-hand combat prowess)

Handyness (This includes their ability to use multiple different weapons, their skills using them, or just technical work like inventing)

Wits (this includes how smart they are street wise)

Smarts (this includes how smart they are book wise)

Now lets get grading! I'll make this a read more since its long.

San - The Captain

Agility: 3/5 Is pretty average to say the least. Can do the dualie dodge roll with weapons that aren't dualies. (can't squid roll though..) Used to be more of a 4/5 back in their hayday but not bad considering their next skill's rating...

Endurance: 2/5 San used to be pretty damn tough and durable. But after being hit by the sanitization ooze, San's body and immune system weakened pretty severely.

Strength: 8/5 Despite our previous rating though, San is still horrifyingly powerful. San may have been a 10/5 back in Splatoon or before OE. An absolute demon. Isn't like, supernatural of course. You're not gonna see San pick up 14 wheelers like superman but like. Dude is strong. Dude can break bones. Dude picked up that slicey thing in Rise of the Mammalians. Yeah.

Handyness: 2.5/5 San's pretty meh with the other weapons? They're not great (which is why the minus 0.5) There's some clear favoritism with their trusty old hero shot that they refuse to fully depart from. It's their baby.

Wits: 4/5 They're pretty hip they're pretty cool they're pretty fresh. I hate that I said that. Thank Callie for that. But they've also matured and began to understand people now.

Smarts: 4.5/5 They're also pretty smart! Got through school. Knows how to do taxes. Thank Marie for that. But they're also quite tactical and can process logistical things better now.

Final Grade: San is a grade A glass cannon that can no longer be relied on during missions due to their lack of endurance/durability and roundedness with weapons but has shapened into a good enough leader to make up for their lack of on-the-battlefield-duties!

Yon - Agent 4

Agility: 4/5 Yon is very fast. And she's a dualie main so her dodging around is sorta a specialty. I think she could learn how to squid roll if she wanted to. But yeah! She's quick on her feet.

Endurance: 4/5 Yon is pretty durable! She can take a good amount of hits! But I think the weakest part of her is her confidence. If she has some doubt in her mind, she's prone to give in or give up easier.

Strength: 3.5/5 Yon used to be quite the wimp when she was younger due to primarily staying inside and studying! But moving out has given her lots of opportunities to stay fit and thanks to being an agent, get tough.

Handyness: 5/5 SHE HAS TO TEST.. SO MANY WEAPONS.. While Dualies are her preference, Yon is adept at pretty much every single weapon on the market thanks to Sheldon and Hachi's test requests. It makes her very reliable.

Wits: 2.8/5 While Yon has definitely become more cultured with modern society and trends, she's never fully gotten engrossed, even if she acts the part. She's a bit awkward and a bit naïve but we love her all the same.

Smarts: 4.5/5 Yon is very book smart. Not tactically like battle tactic wise but she's very book smart in terms of like, knowing how things work, math, science, like- things one can study for. This Squid knows how STOCKS works. Yay.

Final Grade: Yon is very well rounded, probably the most reliable agent in the Squidbeak Splatoon thanks to her even abilities, smarts, and her jack of all trades touch to using weapons. She has no plans on going up the ranks and no plans to outright pursue the Splatoon as her only job, but she's a very valuable member all the same.

Hachi - The Retired Agent 8

Agility: 3/5 While she could have probably ranked a 5 when she was in OE and parkouring with heels on, she's mellowed out and taken time off from that sort of intenseness.

Endurance: 5/5 Dude, Hachi is TOUGH. She is a fridge of a woman. You cannot shove her over if you tried. Her back may be pretty scarred from the tests but she is HARD to take down. She's been through hell and back and there's nothing much that can challenge her durability like that.

Strength: 4.5/5 While Hachi was pretty strong in OE she's become a VERY strong person thanks to working as pretty much a blacksmith for Ammoknights. She's beefy. She can pick up all her friends.

Handyness: 6/5 Like Yon she's very attuned to all weapons thanks to her experiences with testing them, although now it's more so because she makes those same weapons and has come to an even deeper understanding to them.

Wits: 3.5/5 She's pretty social all things considered. And she sorta got a very in depth crash course with society thanks to Pearl and Marina. They keep her up to date on EVERYTHING. So she's pretty fresh.

Smarts: 5/5 SHE MAKES WEAPONS SHE'S REAL SMART

Final Grade: Hachi is an absolute powerhouse. One woman army she is, with the highest amount of 5+/5 grades. But, she's retired from being an agent. So terrifying misadventures in [eggman voice] THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN are the only reason she'd be back and out on the field.

Neo - Agent 3

Agility: 4.5/5 Is the only member of the splatoon who can do the squid roll. I don't know why. I just think it'd be funny. Aside from that though, is very quick and very athletic.

Endurance: 4.5/5 This DUDE survived both SPACE AND THE DESERT. They're pretty tough! And her salmonid-like life style really tested his durability as an inkling.

Strength: 7.5/5 Like San, Neo possesses a very unnatural raw strength that powers them through her life. He's still got a ways to go compared to San, but their ferocious spirit carries her very far. I'd say Neo is much better at hand to hand combat than guns or rollers and whatnot though.

Handyness: 2.5/5 Like I said before, I think Neo is better at hand to hand combat than weaponry. Dude's stronger with claws than a gun, although, their introduction to more inkfish weaponry with ORCA's testing was picked up very quickly.

Wits: 2.5/5 If you wanted to know about Salmonid culture and street smarts there. Oh 5/5. But uh. Actual inkfish society? Uh.. taps tongue. They're a bit- well, she's at least pretty quick if it notices someones not being honest. Neo is NOT naïve. But they are very much a salmonid raised inkling.

Smarts: 2/5 Uh- she- uh- he- well- they uh- um. They can, count! They aren't DUMB! Let's be clear. They are NOT dumb. They just yknow, never, went to school.

Final Grade: Neo is a rising star in the squidbeak splatoon! Very physically skilled, like a mirror of squidbeak past- but has a lot of room to grow! Neo's still a rookie after all, and is figuring itself out.

#splatoon #splatoon oc #agent 3 #agent 8 #agent 4 #neo agent 3

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canitalkaboutsomething · 2 years ago

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F1 in America is and always will be cringy and thats just part of the experience.

Many of us were sitting down or standing up on an exciting Sunday afternoon when we F1 fans collectively saw the cringe-fest that was Will. I. Am and LL Cool J's star-studded introductions of twenty of the best drivers in the world.

And as we were watching and cringing and closing our eyes and opening them because we were getting some serious secondhand embarrassment (at least I was,) we collectively all asked ourselves why this was happening and was the Fanfare necessary.

Among with backlash from Twitter, and even some drivers speaking up about how unnecessary and distracting it was to do these introductions, many people wondered why the promoters and event organizers would choose to do something like that, especially on race day.

So, why did that happen, and why was it so cringy?

The simple answer is money. I think to those who know and may not already know that any sport in America is highly commercialized and starts not with the teams or the sport itself but the idolization of those who operate in it. It has always been this way, even with sports outside the united states.

For instance, I bet most people could care less about the stats for the Kansas City Chiefs or The Cleveland Browns. Still, they know who Patrick Mahomes, Travis Kelce, and Joe Burrow are, or they could tell you that Lebron James plays for the Lakers and Stephen Curry plays for the Golden state warriors. Still, they don't know their positions or stats, but they could tell you their jersey number, what kind of shoes they prefer, their latest Instagram post, and who they are currently seeing. It happens often.

So why does this happen?

In sports, especially in American sports, it is not enough to be good at the sport. You have to be the best, and you have to be likable. That starts with your online presence, how the fan base perceives you, and how others perceive the sport. It is simply not enough to attend a sporting event and be entertained. It is a performance from the time you, the paying attendee, walk into that sporting event until you leave.

That's why they have halftime shows at basketball and football games; they have professional cheerleaders, crowd participation events, and mini-games on the sidelines of Major and Minor league baseball Innings. These entertainment tactics ensure that people have a good time and want to return.

So why does this happen in F1 when it comes to America?

Fanfare and Fanservice. Events in America, as I've stated before, are highly commercialized. That's how it is. And, because America is so big and the interest is so varied, organizations and promoters are left with having to find a way to appeal to bigger audiences. But, in addition to that, interest in things peaks and then declines drastically. And because of this, one of their highly effective tactics is to induce this feeling of FOMO.

" If you're not in Miami this weekend, where are you? Oh, you weren't in Austin this weekend, then where were you? Oh, you're not going to the race in Vegas? I'm sad for you."

Fanfare and the Fear of Missing out is an effective way to sell tickets, and because the United States only experiences three races as of this year, and the continent of North America in total experiences five races, if you're willing and have money to travel to Mexico and Canada, there are not a lot of opportunities to see these races in person, granted if they even have a passport (which is a conversation for another day.)

In addition, you have Drive to Survive on Netflix, which has gotten more people into the sport, especially in America, and in my opinion, has helped pave the way to getting Miami and Las Vegas on the schedule. In addition, the show has given newer fans a glimpse into the fast-moving world of F1, even on an overly dramatic scale. And to some extent, they expect that type of drama and scale when they go to these races. So, therefore, the Fanfare has to be bigger and better than the last to ensure that the sport can continue to become popular in America.

So the organizers use big names like LLCoolJ and Will.I.Am, and they invite celebrities like Tom Cruise, Vin Diesel, and the cast of Fast and Furious; they have had companies that invite influencers who have nothing to do with the sport, trying to get as much publicity on the event so that the rest of America has this feeling of wanting to be where the action is taking place.

For comparison, This is the same reason why Beyonce or Taylor Swift can sell their concert tickets at astronomically high prices because you are not paying to go to a concert, but rather the experience of seeing them in the flesh in real-time, even if your tickets are not great, and you were in the nose bleeds the entire time, you were there and got to see it. Which is the same logic promoters are operating off of for these races.

Now back to the obvious,

Was the Fanfare with the introductions, at that moment, necessary? No. Honestly, it was just poor planning. The time to do something like that would have been at the drivers' parade or any other time other than race day, but it is interesting because so many people want the Fanfare to be around the race, big Sunday race day, which in America is more on par with NASCAR. Not saying that the race isn't one to have Fanfare over, but the race weekend technically starts on Thursday with the press, so there were potentially other opportunities to engage in Fanfare all weekend.

Now, will this backlash affect how other American races will go this year? Probably not. But I hope that in any event that it's just a lesson in what not to do on a race day, and hopefully, next year, we will get a different format.

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6of575 · 7 months ago

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my goal is to try and make at least a post a day on here, even if its nothin very interesting to anybody else

i feel like,,, if i can finally successfully make it a habit to post and engage, it might just trick my brain from task avoidance

so! post done and heres the part for me thats fun:

(under a cut since its ramblin long)

the books im currently reading concurrently are some conlang construct books mr am got me that have been on my wishlist for ages, along with a very cool book about black holes and theories surrounding them, which mr am loaned to me from his collection

one of the things we share is a love of science and space, and more specifically, stars and time travel and all the things about our known universe that black holes straight up break

i have a lot of fun chatting with him; i really cant overstate the value of a friend so genuine, who i am never too much of, and i can talk about all my interests without the reflexive dread creeping on in

all that bullshit i learned growing up, yanno the kind: "im boring, im dumb, who could possibly enjoy swapping rock facts, much less listen to hours of it even when it our interests DONT align"

like, theres so much else about my friendship with him thats meaningful, but thats top tier right there

and lately? ive gotten a few others in my corner, who when i share, im starting to feel like that with them, too

its so weird! to have gone from one person to a tiny community of folks (and i mean little! its like,, five? six? of us max usually) that thrive on a love of the weird and the cringe and the stubborn hope

plenny others have waxed more eloquent than me about this sorta thing--how fandom spaces come sorta pre-fab with common, shared interests that its fans bring, and they build their fort and theres rules already laid out, and it becomes a second (sometimes first) home, of sorts

but when its starting from scratch, when its about stuff and is made by people that others just wouldnt ordinarily invest in or look at without outside prompting, thats not the same! its not a bad thing, more neutral, but its stressful, its really such a lonely feeling

except--when you finally find it, that person, and thats a community of its own, and it can grow, and suddenly you swappin stories, throwing jokes! and memes and links and hey inevitably, theres also those what ifs about your little guys

and everything is srs and sacred and everything is hilarious and "i cant believe this is real life" levels of stupid

you get to learn habits and quirks and whole personalities

"hey this reminded me of you" "hey, check out this view" "oh, thats right, yer the possum dude" "you love medieval lore--and i read this, and what do you think about it, too"

its suddenly kind of a fandom space after all, and its like, still work of course, reaching for and keeping more and being a person with, it aint that neat or pretty

but its got warmth and joy and expansion, after a lifetime of making yourself small enough to try and fit

you end up fans of your friends, fans of their life, hyping each other up and up and up about the most mundane shit and it starts to look like not even the skys the limit

planning things to do together, spending long hours into the night to parallel play with vidgames or watchin movies like time aint nothin thisll last forever, right? (it doesnt, always, but thats also part of this, and the ones that stay, the ones that work with you

those are the ones waking up to backread your chats like its the morning newspaper

and your life matters

like its better than the best hot goss, its saturday morning cartoons and their favour ice cream flavours

only now we adults and its also commiseratin over breakups and bills, and cross-country moves, and its celebrating that i saw chickens in the yard today and you finally got your boygirlthemsomethin gender fuckery juice)

idk idk idk

i feel some kinda way about all that

i never thought id make it so far that im nearly forty

never thought id get to ask "okay, well, now what? what do i wanna do, and try, and be?"

im... starting small i think, and im for reals happy, happier than i have been in years; i learned how to be alla my friends biggest fans, and im starting to finally believe

other people can feel that way about me

i just really think thats kinda neat

#6oftext #hexfold glories: transparent stories

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queenofthequillandink · 1 year ago

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The Haunting of Wayne Manor, pt 2

part 1

I got bored at work and you know what that meansss. Continued under the cut.

Somehow, avoiding the Waynes was more nerve-wracking than trying to haunt them. Danny had thought, "Hey, big manor, lots of places to tuck myself to hide and rest." He'd forgotten just how many Waynes there were. Also, the butler (whose name Danny really needed to catch, this was starting to feel rude) made rounds every two hours on the dot, presumably to make sure none of the Waynes had gotten themselves killed doing any of the numerous stupid things Danny had seen them doing.

Seriously, he hadn't seen Dick OR Cassandra use the stairs like normal people. Tim walked into walls constantly. He once passed by the second oldest and the youngest in what definitely looked like a fight to the death over a bowl of something sweet-smelling served with pastries. Danny just kinda... backed out of the room for that one.

"This is fucking ridiculous," he murmured to himself, floating upwards into the attic. He was going to need somewhere to hide as a human soon. Or at least a lot more calories than he was currently getting in order to stay invisible long-term. Right now, he was scrounging stuff from the back of the pantry, where it seemed less likely the terrifying butler would notice it was missing. Unfortunately, that didn't leave him with a lot in the way of nutrition. So. Attic it was.

The attic was spotless, which was nice for a place to squat, but boded ill for Danny's privacy. But it's not like he had many other options, since there wasn't much of a basement besides an honest-to-Ancients wine cellar.

Ugh, rich people.

It didn't look much like the attic Danny was used to at home, which meant it probably looked like a normal attic. Instead of broken inventions, spare parts, and the entrance to the ops center, there were mostly a lot of boxes and some old or broken furniture. Well, maybe he could find something useful for making himself a little nest.

He moved all the way to the back of the big room, phasing through a bunch of boxes to find, to his delight, they were stacked in such a way that they created a tiny nook. Since he could get back there without disturbing the boxes, it would look like he wasn't even there at all!

Pleased, he started searching the rest of the room for nest materials.

A box labeled "bedroom" netted him an old, old quilt and some sheets with holes or tears. Into the box cave they went. There were no pillows, though, so he dug through a few unlabeled boxes and hoped for something soft.

A lot of it was clothing about thirty years out of date. Probably old stuff that no one bothered to donate. There was one box of photo albums that Danny could not let himself get distracted by. But also, he was totally gonna snoop later.

In the box of miscellaneous outdated kitchen appliances, Danny found a shotgun and ammunition. He very carefully put that back, making double sure the safety was on like Aunt Alicia taught him.

Weird box for that to be in, but old guns weren't the strangest thing to find in an attic.

The brand new pistols in a box of slightly water damaged books was much more worrying. When Danny found the brace of knives tucked behind a couple worn out dog beds, he paused.

Then he began to search the attic more thoroughly.

Two swords, a bunch of throwing stars, an actual antique gun, an old saber, five staffs (one might actually be an extra broom handle, he wasn't sure), a pair of brass knuckles, a bolo, a taser, a pile of knives, and a weighted baton later, Danny sat back on his heels.

This was a weird amount of weapons, right? What the fuck was up with the Waynes?

~*~

Flyboy: how many weapons is the normal amount to find in an attic

thats pharaoh bad luck to you: zero

Elvira's cousin: idk maybe a few old ones? im pretty sure we have like a cartoony elephant hunting gun in our attic bc my grandfather was the actual worst and bubbe outlived him for a reason

thats pharaoh bad luck to you: wait what

Elvira's cousin: i said what i said

Flyboy: ok ida lore drop aside this isnt normal right

Flyboy: atticweaponpile.jpg

Elvira's cousin: what the fuck

thats pharaoh bad luck to you: ??????? are they running an ARMORY????

thats pharaoh bad luck to you: wait holy fuck do u think the waynes r in the mob????

Elvira's cousin: .............i mean its not impossible

Flyboy: does the mob use swords????

thats pharaoh bad luck to you: idk man its gotham its as weird as veganism there

Elvira's cousin: I Know Where You Live

Flyboy: tuck we live in a town where ghost drills r a regular thing i dont think we can throw stones

thats pharaoh bad luck to you: i said what i said!

~*~

Danny put all the weapons back where he found them, trying desperately to think of a way out of the maybe-mob-house he was stuck in. Unfortunately, things being more dangerous than he'd expected didn't actually make it any easier to leave.

He did find the water stained cushions off some old patio furniture for his nest, though, so? Silver lining?

...

He was totally gonna double die here, wasn't he.

DPxDC Prompt where, for whatever reason, Danny enters Wayne Manor. Maybe for a gala, maybe while actually following a bat back to the cave. In any case-- how he enters the manor isn't quite as important as how he leaves it.

There are protections and wards around the Batcave and Wayne Manor, and, due to his halfa status, Danny can interact… strangely with these wards. There is one ward in particular that allows him to enter the premises with no issues, but, well-- He hasn't been able to leave now. And it's kind of a problem.

Danny has now been squatting in the manor for several days, trying to think up a plan.

#my writing #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #batman #dc comics #ida killed her husband bc he was a piece of shit btw #in this new headcanon #look moral people don't usually become billionaires no matter what patents they sell #the haunting of wayne manor #original

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beann-e · 4 years ago

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hi I was on u-tube and saw a bakugou playlist for when he can’t sleep and I thought well , since I just hit 200 followers ( tysm;3 I love everyone who even took the time out of their day to press follow ) why not bring them this idea of y/n not being able to sleep & bakubabe lending his beautifully different services

also abt the sero line I have in here— I personally think it’d be cool if he just learned Spanish because, he has an interest in other cultures and languages but I don’t really see him being actually hispanic

also I really like writing baku bc he’s so rough with everything he says & I kin him so he’s the easiest so, I hope no one thinks I write him too much

Reader with bad mental health & bakugou lends a hand in his own way

No one cares and no one ever asks. Or at least that’s how you felt while standing here in your last period class your hands balled up in fist tightly held at your chest

Your head was pounding and body was aching you couldn’t describe why you were feeling so horrible all of a sudden but

you just were

maybe it was from all the nights you couldn’t fall aleep due to overthinking

maybe it was the way you got stuck on your phone or even your head dropped low eyes trailing over words in a book just trying to find something to take your mind off the fact that you were struggling

whatever the case was

right now in this last period class this wasn’t helping

“ look shitty woman “ you heard the boy huff “ I want to get a good score on this paired project and right now your fucking this up for me “

his anger was visibly present even if his voice was low to where only you could hear the annoyance that sat in it had everyone looking around for the culprit of the sudden change in the air

“ and I don’t like fuckups so get whatever you have going on together and let’s do this —ok? “

you shook your head and let out a soft ‘ok ‘

the fight ending quickly with bakugou staring down on you his hands on his knees face made up in anger “ you keep finding a way to fuck with me “

“ I didn’t even do anything to you “ your voice was soft and tired

his eyes squinting before sighing

“ I didn’t do anything to anyone “

“ cut this shit out right now “ he pulled you up off the ground hands in fists gripping at your shirt standing you up with his muscles alone “ get to your room — sleep off whatever the fucks going on with you “

His eyes dead set on you as you walked off everyone from the class watching as you failed to gain the strength to open the big doors that led you to your shared dorms

“ sero plea— “

“ got it hermosa “

“ really dude “

“ look it’s hot — and just cause we’re in japan doesn’t mean I can’t show off my online spanish lessons “

“ whatever “ denkis voice whined as he shook his head holding the other door open for you “ gonna get some sleep y/n ? “

you ignored the two boys head hung low as you walked to your room door

the strength appearing in your body as you opened it but, quickly dispersing when you found your bed.

Your face hitting your favorite pillow hand coming up to cradle underneath it as you sat on your knees butt high in the air tears coming out pouring into your blankets “ I won’t show — I won’t show it — I won’t get bad again “ you repeated like a chant

The light from outside disappearing as the day grew into night

several footsteps heard departing from your door when you didn’t answer the knocks . Their low calls of dinner was done , lunch was in the microwave , that you’d missed movie time , that you missed denkis attempt of asking jirou out , and todorokis miss understood question of what ‘ cuddles ‘ were when denki offered her his body to do so

“ and you assholes didn’t just think to open the door? ”

your bedroom door swinging open in a crash as the knob hit the wall behind it creating a hole

“ fucking assholes bothering me with this shit “

“ we didn’t even call you out of your room “

“ you came over to her room on your ow— “

bakugous hand moved swiftly to slam the door in their faces

“ bakubro we’ve been trying to get in there all day and your just—“

“ gonna close the door on us “ denki finished in annoyance “ seriously I just know y/n needs my charm right now “

he pouted behind the door “ it always cheers her up and I like her lau— “

“ didn’t ask to hear your fucking crush story charger base “

“ ass — kiri let’s go “

“ so no sleepy boob pics?“

bakugou stiffened hearing the purples freaks voice

“ so I came with you guys because you said she was sad and usually when girls are sad they don’t dres— “

bakugous voice was guttural as he put his forehead to the door voice loud enough for the boy to hear

“ hey — hey purple nurple “

“ I-uh — yes bakugou “

“ come here “ he could hear the small shuffle of feet to the door as he smirked softly

“ put your tiny head to the door — actually press your whole body up to the door —all the way “

“ are you trying to help me get one of y/n’s bras god —- of all people to help I never thought it’d be bakugo—“

“ hey just shh ok — you don’t want to ruin it right and make her wake up right “ he groaned inside his mind

“ she’s slept this long and through all of this— I can’t get you her bra if your loud right purple zit “

“ so so smart “

“ ok so here it is “

the room grew silent as bakugou pressed his palm as low as he could placing it on the door away from his standing body breathing in to suppress his anger so , he didn’t let out a major blast due to his mood

sighing before he felt his hand grow sweaty tiny pops coming out

“ hey bakugou —is my princess ok ? sounds like popcorn in there are her tit—“

it was quick as the door had a hole in it the newly created circle having black burn scratches on it as mineta laid burnt on the floor once purple body now black and smoke wafting off it

Bakugou squatting as he put his left hand above the hole to steady himself and his right one reaching out through it as he grimaced in pain at the stretch his fingers finally wrapping around minetas short body fingers interlocking around his neck as he looked through the new hole in the door eyes piercing into the boy he held

his voice low and dominating “ you ever come back to her room on some creep shit — and I blow your fucking brains out do you hear me “

“ y-yes sir “ mineta let out dazed “ I will stick to yao-“

“ that goes for all the girls you hear me — guys included I know your a little pervy fuck you can’t get your hands on girls underwear you��ll move on to dekus shitty tidy whities”

mineta was silent as bakugou threw him back on the floor watching as he crawled off

his body relaxing as he shook his mind burning.

head in his hands before wiping his face in exhaustion and standing up and turning to you when he felt the air in the room shift , his hands out in jazz hands and a fake smile on his face.

“ ta da “ he was met with your sitting body your pillow covering him from seeing you .

your face dropping in shock moving from his tall figure that stood inching over to the now huge hole that he was trying to hide from you

“ k-katsuki “

“ I told you about that “

“ s-sorry “

“ again I told you about that shit “ his gaze was hard on you

“ do it again and i’ll tell shitty hair to harden in the next hug he gives you — since you and that crappy puppy boy are always touching “ he mumbled

“ bakugou why are you — why does my door have a hole in it “

“ don’t worry about it “

“ h- w-how can I not worry about it my doors black“ you screamed in confusion “ it used to be brown bakugou “

“ bakugou it used to be this — bakugou — katsuki oh my gosh i’m sorry — god do you ever shut the fuck up and just be thankful “ he mocked you soon converting back to his anger ridden voice

“ and whats with this pillow take it away from you — I wanna see your fucked up face “

you sighed bringing the pillow from in front of your head his eyes having a look run through them that you couldn’t figure out but you knew it had something to do with how puffy your eyes felt . Even if they weren’t puffy or couldn’t get puffy you’d never known for a fact because it still felt like they were .

You two stared at each other as the silence grew louder him shoving his hands in his pocket before taking out the packet of pills he’d gotten for you shaking them to show you it wasn’t a weapon like Mr.Aizawa thought after finding him returning to school late and shaking him down like a police officer

his hand putting them on your desk

His other one throwing the water he found in the kitchen to your bed “ not throwing you the pills — need you to move around so you gotta come get em‘ “

your face showed no emotion as he nodded understanding the new tense and uncomfortable emotions thats were present “ ... ok — well got a green headed vegetable to go bully so “

you watched as his hands gripped the door swinging it open as you dropped your head eyes moving to the water in front of you “ why can’t I do anything right “

you cried “ why can’t the world — the days — the stars fucking align for me to feel good for once huh “

you felt even more tears prickle your eyes as your voice grew louder “ why can’t I talk to people without having this voice in the back of my mind screaming — raging like its having a party — why can’t I sit in silence without having to stand up every five seconds and move around because my body screams for attention — for movement because i’ve been sitting still for 5 seconds “

you heard the faint click of the door mouth still moving as if he were still there

“ why can’t I speak what I feel when people ask me“ you laughed shortly “ not like they do — because they can’t tell I just mask so well “

you let your face start to feel heavy and tense as you continued your crying rant into the empty room “ and most importantly why was I so bad at everything “ your eyebrows furrowed

“ why am I so bad at today ? “

“ just a day really ? “ you heard the taller males voice came out questioning

“ just today that’s what your worried about “

“ well I “

“ tch “ he shook his head before turning to face away from you his face dropping into a look he didn’t want you to see.

“ I-i’m sor— “ you knew he didn’t like you saying sorry or even using his first name you two had established that when he finally accepted your friendship or in his words

‘ you can hang around —like shitty hair but one sniff of blabber mouth and your gone ‘

“ I didn’t mean to spill to you I just — I — you can go —no one gives a shit anyways “

“ I will “

your body grew sad at his quick response

“ tell me what your most upset about “

your answer came quick as you let your brain take over “ I wake up in the middle of the night and can never fall back asleep when I do “

he moved to your door for a second time opening it to leave before pausing for a second speaking something to where you couldn’t hear much less make out

“ just knock “

he shook his head before closing the door softly to rival his usual mood.

Your body shaking when you finally realized you’d spilled out your mental thoughts to bakugou letting your body calm down before you grabbed the pills and silently thanked your friend before feeling yourself at some time finally fall asleep

It’s been days since you last felt that horrible it never stopped but you were able to hide it even more and live out your life the happiest you could

until one night you found you beating yourself up surprisingly not in real life but in your dreams

a loud gasp leaving your mouth as you sat up calming down only to bring your knees to your chest arms wrapped around them in a hug

your back moving to the wall to feel comforted after only feeling your cold hands and body wrapped around yourself

“ what I would give to have something warm “

‘warm ‘

your mind raced to bakugou trying to push the thoughts out your mind of him actually being a caring boyfriend who could help you like he did nights ago with bringing you medicine, a boyfriend who would let you snuggle into him and take all his warmt—

stop the track cause that song will never play you thought as you started to think about him again face made up in determination and focus as you tried to remember what he said that night feeling stupid when you finally remembered your quirk

the quirk that brought you pain and contributed to your mental health

your quirk allowed you to take pictures of everyone’s last moments you’d spent together with your thoughts

it was good in some aspects like right now when you could finally remember where sato helped you hide your candy bars from yourself so you wouldn’t indulge in them 2weeks ago

at the same time you can see your problem with it when the last moment you had of your mother was her kissing you goodbye before shapeshifting into a fire extinguisher and landing in your fathers hands as he screamed at you to run out of your home and get more help the last image you seeing of your father was him spraying the fire extinguisher all over the stove in hopes to calm it down before it spread but he couldn’t

it didn’t help when the pictures replayed in your mind like video home movies that you didn’t want to watch

whenever your quirk was used everything spun in your head like a movie reel the downside was it made you watch every single picture you’d taken until you found the one you were looking for

it didn’t take long before you finished your mom and dads memory and got to bakugous last moment you two spent together

you zooming in reading his lips turning up the volume on the moment as he spoke “just knock “

“ just knock ? “ you sat confused in your spot on the bed shaking off your quirk taking as long as needed to process his words only to be even more confused and just knocking on the wall twice between your two shared dorm rooms.

You never paid much attention to him being your neighbor it’s not like you needed him for anything so right now you were a bit curious in why he reminded you that you two shared walls

Eyes closing while you waited for whatever was supposed to happen

“ guess he didn’t mean it like th—“

your body softened when you heard music fill his room and overflow into yours

You heard the drums kick in as the lyrics played muffled through your wall

‘I listened to the cure

I listened to the cure

and then I cried ‘

your eyes widened before you felt your body relax against the wall eyebrows made up in content

eyes watering when you heard your two soft knocks returned on the wall behind you

you let your body go tenseness leaving as the song played moving to grab your phone with shaky hands seeing his name light up on your screen

Godzilla wannab

‘ no one gives a shit about your life right ? ‘

you cried even harder when you saw the message fit the song perfectly the words you spoke a couple days ago as if your were singing the lyrics

you looked around your room before falling on the dent he left in your wall grabbing your phone and zooming in on it to take a picture and sending it to him

Godzilla wannab

sorry your room was just so ass you needed some redecorating be thankful people tend to cry when I redecorate—just ask deku

you laughed as you seen him prepare to send a new message your heart swelling when you read it

Godzilla wannab

look this is gonna sound sus as fuck but

you bit your lip at the new message

‘ if you can’t sleep come over — your rooms cold as fuck and I know that pillow your hugging’s not doing shit ‘

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you’re the one that i want (part 4)

word count: 6k

angst, fluff

(part 3) (series masterlist)

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by the fourth day of lessons, you’re convinced of two things: you will never ever be a professional surfer and seonghwa will be completely responsible for your heart short circuiting at some point this summer. because if he grips your bare waist one more time, you will not be able to handle it.

but thats what’s happened each and every time you flop into the water, grounding your feet on the board below you before the smallest wave sends you barreling off. and he’s caught you almost every time, a small smile on his face as he shakes his head at you.

“that was the farthest you’ve gotten,” he says encouragingly, seeing a considerable improvement from the first day you started. it took him almost five hours to teach you how to keep your balance, paddling in on your stomach before standing up on the board.

“that’s not saying much,” you whine, rubbing the salt water from your eyes. you pull back and look down at your tanned arms, remembering how within ten minutes of your first lesson he nearly made you pass out.

“hi!” you exclaimed happily, walking out of your house with a beach bag and water bottle.

you hadn’t been able to sleep last night, excited but also nervous for today. you didn’t really know what to expect but the thought of seeing him again sent your stomach and heart fluttering. you were also still a little embarrassed about giving him that little turtle, wondering just how creeped out and shocked he truly was.

“hey,” he says, nodding his head toward you, “you ready?”

you look up at him and smile, tanned face and slicked back hair already making you bothered. but then you notice him squint his eyes, looking over your slightly burnt face and arms before shaking his head.

“did you put on sunscreen?”

your face drops and the guilty look in your eyes causes him to groan. he drops his board and takes the black bag from his back, zipping it open and pulling out a bottle of sunscreen.

“here.”

and you already know better than to refuse, taking it with a wince and quiet “thank you.”

he watches you rub it over your arms and shoulders, feeling your cheeks warm as his eyes stay on you. “did you put some on?” you ask, in an effort to distract yourself from his piercing gaze.

but he only nods his head, picking his board up and dusting off some sand and dirt as his eyes remain on you. you squirt some more on your hand before giving it to him with a grateful smile, rubbing it in and then wiping the excess on your face.

“thank you,” you tell him. “i always forget to put it on which would explain why i’m a little-”

“missed some,” he hums lowly, his hand slowly reaching out so his thumb can rub in the lotion on your cheek.

he does everything so smoothly and nonchalantly while you inhale sharply, your lips parting and watching him with wide eyes. it was the first indication that his touch was gonna be gentle this week, his hands softer than you expected. his eyes meet yours when he pulls his hand back, raising his eyebrow when he sees your face.

“you good?”

yeah, i’m good, you think, i just have a handsome boy touching my face about to put me in cardiac arrest.

“you’re good,” his deep voice says, hearing the way he’s holding back a chuckle. “you’re getting better.”

you look at the board skeptically and he can’t help but smirk, tapping the black foam encouragingly. “c’mon.”

you huff at his persistence, pouting as you regretfully try again. you practice on and off for the rest of the day, a particularly big wave causing him to tug you up by the arm and hold you steadily so you don’t get thrown underwater.

he holds you tighter as the wave crashes down stronger, his other hand resting on your waist and it’s so large against your body that you’re doing everything in your power to ignore it.

“okay, maybe we’ll try again tomorrow,” he says lowly, removing his hands from you as his words fan against your ear. you wipe the salt water dripping from your face, your eyes boring into his harshly as your body starts to ache from being knocked around all day.

“what’s the use,” you say dejectedly, gathering your hair to squeeze the excess water out, “i’m never gonna be able to do it.”

but then just three days later, seonghwa watches as you stand up on a board and manage to come in on a wave. it was small and fairly unimpressive opposed to what other surfers were doing but you stood balanced and held your position the whole time, seonghwa watching with a small smile as he nods his head approvingly.

“i did it!” you squeal, bouncing over to him in the water with a smile on your face. the sun was beating down behind you, your wet hair cascading down your your sun-kissed skin, luckily no longer burnt thanks to seonghwa’s daily reminders of sunscreen.

“you did,” he says, his voice low but proud and he can’t take his eyes off your happy smile and bouncing figure. “i told you you were gonna get it.”

you smile up at him and clap your hands, turning around to see more doable waves coming in. “can i try again?”

he bites his lip at your eagerness, his deep voice mumbling “go for it,” causing you to smile and run out. he watches as you shakily make your way up on the board, steadying yourself with your hands out before your surprised giggle pierces his ears.

he hadn’t known what to expect this week, still surprised himself that he offered to help you in the first place. he couldn’t even think of why he asked you, just knew that before he could stop himself the words were leaving his mouth and then he was leading you down to the ocean.

he also hadn’t known how much he was gonna like helping you, looking forward to waking up and seeing you every morning; even though it meant hours of helping you and watching you struggle.

he liked your look of determination despite your bits of self-deprecation and negativity, rolling his eyes and insisting you go again. and even though it looked like you wanted to give up, you persevered; he also wasn’t blind to the fact he liked watching you in the ocean, water clinging to your figure and hair as your tanned face smiled up at him.

you didn’t smile a lot, a real happy smile at least, but when you did, it was almost always followed by a blush; because he really couldn’t help but stare at you, thinking it was one of the prettiest things he’d ever seen. but then when he finds himself having these thoughts, he shakes the cringey words out of his head and berates himself.

he doesn’t think he’s really good for anyone but he knows he’s especially not good for someone like you. a girl who’s scared of her own shadow and walks around giving people silly, overpriced figurines and has some obvious trauma attached to her.

he’s only known for a week but usually, that’s all the time he needs to sleep with a girl before deeming her too annoying, too clingy or just “not what he’s looking for right now.”

but there’s something about you, how he can’t resist smirking when he sees you bouncing toward him with an excited smile. “i did it again!” you squealed.

“i saw,” he says with a small smirk, wanting desperately to reach out and move away a piece of your wet hair. but you knock it away from your face before he can, floating in the water as you push the board back to him.

“are you gonna go now?”

“nah,” he says, shaking his head. “i don’t wanna make you feel bad.”

a scoff leaves your mouth as you shake your head, splashing him playfully as you narrow your eyes at him. “mean!”

he smirks as you guys float there for a few minutes, you splashing him occasionally and causing him to do it back. but then a harsh slew of waves proves too daunting and nearly forces you both out of the water.

it even knocks seonghwa down and you guys pop up with a giggle, accepting defeat for the day. you two had already been here for hours, the sun low in the sky and your muscles weak from being slapped around by the water.

you make your way to the bags where you towel is laid out with your clothes and flip flops. you dry yourself off before laying back with a tiny groan, stretching your sore arms above your head; you had severely underestimated just how physically challengingly surfing is.

“dramatic,” you hear a deep voice say above you, popping your head up to narrow your eyes at seonghwa.

“give me a break, i’m a rookie, okay,” you whine, a snort leaving him as he shakes his wet hair with a towel.

the water splashes on your body, looking at him just as he peeks his head up. hair shaggy and wet, his eyebrow quirks up at you when he notices your gaze and it immediately sends your heart into a frenzy. you never know what slight facial change of his is gonna make your hormone-filled, energy-ridden body react.

“you splashed me,” you say, voice small but full of amusement and he can’t help but snort.

“you splashed me, too,” he mumbles, shaking his head purposefully as it flings on you.

“hey!” you squeal, your girlish giggle drowned out by the sound of male voice shouting “traitor!”

seonghwa rolls his eyes upon hearing the familiar boy, reaching out to grab his board and lifting it in time to smack him in the face. jongho’s knocked to the side with an oomph, yunho’s cackle mixed with hongjoong’s concerned yelp bringing a smile to your face.

“dickhead,” yunho says, knocking into seonghwa before looking down at you in surprise. “oh shit, hey y/n.”

“hi,” you say as you crane your neck up, the boy’s happy smile and wavy blue hair still such a shocking contrast to his towering height. yunho looks over at seonghwa and notices his wet hair, eyebrow raised as he looks at his friend suspiciously.

“you already go out?”

you bite the inside of your cheek as you take in seonghwa’s appearance, something about it noticeably more frigid as his eyes move from you to his friend.

“only for a second,” is all he cryptically offers. yunho doesn’t comment on the fact that both of you have wet hair, raising a brow at him before looking down at you. he sees your eyes flash with confusion before they change to their usual twinge of lightness and fear.

“did you guys run into each other?” yunho can’t help but ask nosily, sensing something not quite right in the air. “or were you here together?” you fumble with your clothes and towel nervously, waiting for seonghwa to say something.

because when you grow up in a household like yours, it becomes like second nature to pick up on the subtlest changes in body language or the tone of someone’s voice, just a general feeling in the air. it’s the difference between getting hit or having an uneventful night, getting screamed at while spit flies in your face or having a tense, slightly awkward but peaceful conversation.

and right now, you can tell seonghwa maybe doesn’t want them to know he was with you.

but then jongho barrels over and pokes seonghwa in the stomach, the boy narrowing his eyes at the blonde before smacking him in the head. “fuck off,” he grumbles, yunho reaching around to grab jongho by the shoulder.

“he’s gonna punch you one day.”

“pussy boy would never,” the boy retorts, seonghwa snorting as he remains completely unbothered. you bite your lip to hide your smirk, the banter between the boys something you find all too funny and endearing.

“i know you weren’t the biggest fan of the other one but there’s gonna be another fire tonight, if you wanna come,” yunho says. you smile at the invite and the hopeful look in his eyes, looking over at seonghwa whose eyes are trained on something behind you.

“maybe,” you squeak out. “thank you.”

“no problem,” yunho says, smiling down at you happily before he smacks his red surfboard. “you wanna surf with us? i know you said you don’t know how but we can-”

“nah, water’s crazy today,” seonghwa says, quickly halting yunho from finishing his invite. “wouldn’t be a good day to teach her.” the blue haired boy’s eyes narrow at his friend and you feel your heart sink, the smile on your face falling ever so slightly.

“i’m sure she’d be able to-”

“no, it’s okay,” you’re quick to say, hating the way your voice is so timid and dismissive. “i should be getting back anyway. my aunt’s probably expecting me back for dinner soon.”

“oh, alright. maybe next time,” yunho says, smiling down at you one last time before he takes his board under his arm. “hopefully we see you tonight.” you nod your head at the boy’s, dropping your gaze when seonghwa looks at you and softly saying “bye,” as you start packing your stuff up.

you pack up your stuff and shimmy into your clothes as you watch seonghwa and his friends retreat down to the water, not surprised in the slightest he didn’t want them knowing you two had spent the past week together.

your aunt had fallen asleep after the third episode of your new reality tv show, looking over at her with a soft smile to see her curled up on the couch. she had cooked you dinner and then you sat outside on her back porch, drinking soda out of wine glasses with a plate of cookies next to you.

she always kept the conversations light hearted and easy and that’s something you loved the most about her. she was one of the few people in this world that you didn’t have to force yourself to converse with. pauses and silence in conversation were comfortable with her, it never made you feel uneasy or awkward.

you get up quietly and take the dirty cups and plates to the kitchen, washing and putting them away before cleaning up the kitchen counter and small table table. you don’t feel tired yet, courtesy of the hour and a half nap you’d taken when you got home from the beach, and now you find your feet itching to go to the beach.

even though you know you’ll probably hate being there and wish you’d stayed home, there’s a weird pulling feeling in your chest to go down and try again. you think it’d be better than laying restlessly in your bed, hearing the faint sounds of people’s laughter and music that vibrate off the beach.

you leave a note for your aunt in case she wakes up and leave the house, slowly making your way down the beach as a gentle breeze pushes your hair back. the familiar scene of teenagers around a fire and chatting on chairs comes into view, a speaker atop a cooler blaring loud pop music.

your teeth are in your lip already, eyes nervously floating around looking for anyone you know. the sight of bright red hair relaxes you just a few seconds later, the boy looking up and nodding his head at you. you smile as you wave, hesitantly making your way over.

“hi, hongjoong,” you say sweetly, giggling slightly when he throws back his beer and his face grimaces.

“that’s fucking nasty, i don’t know why i drink this shit,” he says, taking two more beers out of the cooler before facing you. “me and the boys are playing cornhole, come with me.”

you follow him as he asks if you’ve ever played before, shaking your head before you see bean bags soar through the air. it flies past the board and into the sand, jongho and seonghwa snorting as yunho lets out a frustrated groan.

“fuck you guys! this shit is rigged or something.”

“you say that every time. you just fucking suck,” hongjoong yells to the boy. yunho’s eyes narrow at him, so annoyed and upset at his horrific skills he doesn’t even notice you standing next to him.

“you’re on my team, you dick! you should be-” his eyes move to see you looking at them with a smile, trying desperately not to burst out laughing. “y/n! you came!”

you giggle as you nod your head, not sure if the boy’s looking at you or you yourself are more surprised by that fact. you feel seonghwa’s gaze on you but ignore it like the plague, still not sure how to handle his attitude change.

“have you ever played cornhole?”

you shake your head again, jongho a few feet away gasping like you’ve committed a grave sin; they insist that once the round is done, you’ll have to join them in the next game.

“she can take my spot,” seonghwa says, your head snapping up to look at him as he pats jongho’s shoulder.

“what, why?” hongjoong asks, “we’re almost done.”

“i can’t stand this guy anymore,” seonghwa says, nudging jongho with a smirk. his eyes meet yours, the hurt and confusion swirling in them immediately causing him to drop them. “and i gotta go talk to someone.”

you watch as he nods his head toward a group of boys and yunho and hongjoong turn to see, the redhead groaning as the other rolls his eyes; they must not like them.

“we told you not to-”

but seonghwa stalks off toward the group of boys and you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “asshole,” hongjoong grumbles, taking a swig from his drink before turning to you. “ready to learn?”

you were happy to see that your lesson of cornhole was going considerably better than surfing, an excited gasp leaving you the first time your beanbag slid right into the hole.

“fuck yeahhh!” jongho roars - and really roars. it is so loud and ear-piercing because you’re quickly learning he’s quite the sore winner and loser.

he runs over to smack your hand in a high five and you giggle softly, meeting his as hongjoong and yunho’s face turn defeated. “this is beginners luck,” yunho grumbles, his eyes softening when you narrow yours at him. the two boys demand a rematch and jongho agrees before you can say anything, watching them scramble to set up.

you can’t help but scan the beach until you see seonghwa, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he talks to the three others boys. they look intimidating like him, hard gazes and just an aura of power and dominance that makes you nervous even from afar. the dirty blonde looks even more scary than usual with them, nothing like the boy who was splashing with you in the ocean all week.

“y/n!” jongho says, seonghwa looking over and seeing your gaze on him.

you quirk your lips into a small smile before immediately looking away, catching the bean bag the blonde throws your way. you keep your eyes and attention trained on the game, laughing at how truly terrible yunho is and ignoring the occasional bore of someone’s gaze watching you the entire time.

when you were surrounded by the fire again an hour later, next to yunho and hongjoong, you found yourself getting antsy.

the group of teens is very similar to everyone in town, nice and welcoming but also overwhelming. it’s obvious they’re all close and comfortable with one another, sharing inside jokes and talking about old memories that you can only find yourself politely smiling about.

so, just like last time, you tell yunho you’re gonna check in with your aunt and sneak away from the group. you trace the same path you took to the rocks last weekend, the cold sand between your toes before the rocky surfaces puncture your feet. you make your way up steadily before plopping down, allowing your feet to hang over the edge as you stare out into the ocean.

as the gentle waves slap against one another, you can’t help but think about your week with seonghwa. how you slowly got a little more comfortable with him and saw his hard exterior break down every so slightly; he still seemed guarded and cold but you at least were able to see cracks in his strong demeanor.

but then all of that backtracked the moment his friends came around you guys; even tonight, he had barely talked to you. had barely looked your way and acted as if he didn’t really know you. and you suppose you guys really don’t know each other that way but you thought you were at least...acquaintances.

but then again what did you really expect? for him to proclaim some sort of immediate infatuation with you? proudly tell them he’s taken you under his wing and spending all day, every day with you?

your parents always say how sensitive you are and now you see what they mean, shaking these thoughts from your head as you let out a sigh.

this is why you shouldn’t try to form friendships with people. why you shouldn’t get your hopes up and put your faith in others and-

“hey.”

his voice causes you to jump again, turning around to see his figure looming a few feet behind. he’s standing tall and confident as always, his head cocked the slightest bit; you turn around so you’re able to speak without shaking.

“hi.”

a few moments pass before he walks toward you, every step he takes causing your heartbeat to increase until he sits down next to you and you remind yourself not to hold your breath; because that’s just what you need, bothering him some more by having him save you from plunging off a cliff due to your lack of oxygen.

“how was cornhole?”

a small, breathy chuckle leaves your mouth, looking over at him with a raised eyebrow to see his eyes on the water. “good,” you tell him, “it appears i’m a lot better at it than surfing.”

you watch as a smirk crosses his face before you quickly turn away, your feet swaying back and forth nervously as you try to figure out what his deal is.

is he annoyed that you hang out around his friends? maybe he had enough of you during the week and didn’t want you around when he was with them as well; after all, you’re always in the fucking way and that’s proving to be more and more obvious as you live your life.

but he had seemed so nice. smiling over at you and touching you softly as he kept you from falling. putting sunscreen on you and gently encouraging you to keep trying. what could have happened, did you-

“did i do something wrong?”

you don’t even realize the pathetic words leave you until your hear your voice pierce your ears, squeaky and shaky, like the way it sounds when you respond for attendance and immediately feel embarrassed. you can’t bear to look at him now, cheeks warming as you fixate on one particularly jagged rock in the ocean.

“what?” he asks and you can feel his gaze boring into your face.

but it’s too late to backtrack, unless you spring up and risk slipping on the rocks as you make your escape. but you think that might be worth it, since now embarrassment and shame and humiliation is coursing through you, especially when you begin to talk.

“i...i don’t know, it seemed like you didn’t want your friends to know we were...” you bite your lip and close your eyes, wanting to hide your face in your hands and scream. “that you were teaching me to surf. and then you left the game.”

he listens to your words but doesn’t say anything, just shifts next to you as the sound of the waves and distant chatter of people surround the beach. you think he might just get up and leave you here, which might be better as your anxious mouth opens up again.

“it’s okay if you don’t want them to know. i-i just, i’m sorry if i made you-”

“you didn’t do anything,” his deep voice says, immediately halting your words. he doesn’t like that you’re apologizing for no reason, feeling his stomach knot with shame that he made you feel this way. but it’s not even like he could say he didn’t know, because he knew very well what he was doing.

you relax slightly at his words, knowing deep down you hadn’t done anything but still accepting the blame. the same way you do when your mom yells at you for her knocking over a glass or when your dad slaps you for talking with the wrong tone.

because if you accept the blame and just apologize, maybe people will like you. maybe they’ll stick around and stay.

“i just didn’t want them knowing my business,” he says, turning your neck to look at him. his eyes are on you and they’re soft in the glow of the moonlight, a deep brown that looks like they feel and have seen so much.

your eyebrows pinch together, because they’re his friends? why would he keep things from them? but then he must catch it because he opens his mouth again.

“you see how they are, they’d be annoying. make a big deal out of me helping you or whatever.”

you bite your lip and drop your gaze, toying with the small bits of rock and debris the same way you did last time. you think his words should be making you feel better but they seem to weigh heavy on your heart and you’re not sure why.

“you didn’t have to help me,” you say quietly, subconsciously flinching at the way you talk back and defend yourself. “i didn’t expect you to-”

“i wanted to,” his deep voice says, commanding and powerful and you know his words ring true from the force behind it. you meet his gaze again and his eyes are even more intense, roaming over your face before they soften.

“if i didn’t want to hang out with you, i wouldn’t,” he says. because that’s the reality of the situation. if he didn’t wanna help you surf or buy you food this past week, he wouldn’t have. he wouldn’t have even looked your way or approached you in the first place.

and embarrassingly enough, that statement mixed with the look in his eyes settles you ever so slightly. brings a small, shy smile to your face that causes you to look down at your swinging feet.

“is that why you followed me up here again?”

you can hear his low chuckle and know a smirk is probably across his handsome face, his head shaking as he peaks at your blushing face. “had to make sure you weren’t gonna dive off.”

“that will never happen,” you assure with a humorless chuckle, “so you don’t have to keep doing that.”

“but i want too,” he repeats again, squinting his eyes at you challengingly.

it sends a warm fluttering feeling through you stomach and bite down on your lip as you smile, feeling like a stupid middle schooler talking to her crush. he smirks seeing you smile before he looks back out in the water, watching the gentle waves crash in the empty ocean.

“you know what else i wanna do?”

you hum quietly at his question, looking over so your gazes meet before he abruptly stands up and extends his arm. your eyebrows pull together in confusion and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, wiggling his fingers slightly in a silent demand to take his hand.

you swallow nervously before doing so, meeting his slightly calloused skin as you get up slowly. and like the warmth and way your hands fit together perfectly has now effect on him, he guides you down to the other side of the rock. he tightens his hold when you get to a particularly rocky point, bringing you in front of his body and placing his hand on your waist.

the warmth of his hand seeps through the thin material of your dress, breath quickening and stomach turning as you try to focus on making your way safely to the sand. and once the your feet hit the soft, cold surface his hand falls and you find yourself able to breathe again.

“what are we doi-”

his hand raises and grabs the back of his shirt, pulling the black material over his head with ease. you can’t help the way your eyes widen, the chain around his neck the only thing hitting his exposed chest. and stupidly enough, you throw your hands over your face with a squeal.

“what are you doing!”

his deep chuckle brings goosebumps to your skin but you still keep yourself hidden, because if you don’t you’ll just stare like a complete fucking creep.

“what is wrong with you? you saw me like this all week.”

you peak through your fingers to see him smiling at you, his perfect row of white teeth shining in the dark. how is that even possible? as if he wasn’t blessed enough with a sharp jawline and perfect facial features, he has the most beautiful, sparkling mouth full of teeth you’ve ever seen. they can’t be real, he can’t be real.

“you just did it so fast! it was unexpected!” you squeak, cautiously removing your hands from your face. “and you wanna swim now? it’s kind of cold.”

“that’s night swimming, city girl,” he says teasingly. “usually skinny dipping but something tells me your heart would fail if i suggested that.”

your eyes widen and cheeks flame as he looks over your figure, hands folded into one another and even with just the moonlight and light-posts behind you guys, he’s able to see he’s correct.

“i...i’ve gone skinny dipping before.”

his eyebrow raises as he looks at you, taking a step forward and causing you to swallow nervously. “really?”

“yeah,” you lie easily, surprised you didn’t stutter but not surprised by how hot you feel.

his lips quirk to the side as he brings his hand to your shoulder, running his finger slowly over your warm skin as you take in a sharp inhale. he smiles upon hearing it, stepping another foot closer as fiddles with the strap of your dress.

“with who?”

his voice is deep and low in your ear, tracing up over your collarbone like he’s trying to memorize each and every part of your skin. his touch is soft but also teasing, the way his fingers trace over the bone and tickle at your neck before he starts toying with the strap again.

you can only try to control your breathing as you look up at him, his dark eyes unwavering as they look at you. you’re faintly aware of him moving the strap down your shoulder, circling your skin as he cocks his head to the side.

you breathe shakily, trying to get the words out but feeling like you’re stuck. stuck under his gaze and the way his finger is trailing up and down your skin, the strap hanging off your shoulder and warming you in a very unfamiliar way.

“my-my friend.”

you don’t mean to whisper the lie but that’s what happens, the smirk on his face never falling. he knows exactly what he’s doing and you have no idea what you’re doing and it makes you feel all the more vulnerable and exposed. but you also can’t pull yourself away, you like feeling caught in his trap.

he raises his eyebrow at you one more time, taking the strap between his fingers and pulling it back on your shoulder. his skin feels hot against yours and it feels as if sparks are shooting through you until he drops his hand to his side.

“you’re a bad liar.”

your head snaps up and he smiles big at you again, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find anything to say to him. “i wasn’t-” but he only puts a finger to your lips, your words immediately dying in your throat.

“don’t lie to me.”

you swallow nervously at his deep tone and eyes, your lips parting and his tongue flicking out to lick his own as you do so. you’re finally able to nod after a few seconds, watching him looking over you approvingly before taking a few steps back.

“you gonna come?”

your eyes widen again, wider than before because you can feel how big they are, and a loud deep chuckle bubbles out of him, probably the loudest, truest laugh you’ve heard from him since you met.

“swimming. are you gonna come swimming?”

your cheeks burn and you immediately shake your head to dull your embarrassment. “i don’t have a bathing suit.”

he raises a brow before bending down and giving you his black shirt on the floor.

you look down at it dumbly before up at him, the boy only shrugging before silently making his way to the water. you watch him before looking down again at the shirt in your hands, feeling the soft black material and biting at your lip before pulling your dress over your head.

you can’t be scared forever.

you go home that night with a smile on your face, you and seonghwa looking at one another before you softly wish him a goodnight and rush into your room. you throw your body down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as memories of the night play over in your head.

frolicking in the ocean with seonghwa, giggling when you splashed him by accident and then yelping when he grabbed you around the waist and threw you down. cupping salt water in your hands and dumping it over his head in retaliation, your soft giggle with his deep chuckle echoing through the beach.

and even when you got out absolutely freezing, teeth chattering and fingers and toes numb, you couldn't wipe the smile off your face as your arms bumped and hands grazed on the walk home.

you can feel that this is only gonna end up hurting, knowing you shouldn't trust a boy that looks like him and acts the way he does, but you also just can't find it in yourself to care.

because you're already hurting, you've been hurting since you could grasp what feelings and emotions were. so why not go through it because of him now?

(part 5)

#seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst #seonghwa series #ateez #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez series #seonghwa scenarios #ateez scenarios #seonghwa imagines #ateez imagines

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Let’s Make A Star! (MHA)

Let's make a star!

To the surprise of no one, Mineta was spending his Friday night doing what he did well, just about every night in his room: Looking at porn online. the shameless pervert was proud of his status though even if he was finding increasingly weird porn to look at, and tonight he'd decided to look into a fetish to spice things up. 'Man does not exist on tentacle porn alone' He thought with a little giggle, going to his favorite my porn site. Hmm'ing and ha'ing for a second, he decided what the hell and typed in adult diaper and soon was browsing the kinky world of grown women and men acting like babies and crapping themselves, though it wasn't quite getting him the thrill he was looking for. Not ready to give up the fight yet (he prided himself on being able to get off to almost anything after all) he went into a chat room for the ABDL's and asked if anyone had any good video's or pictures to recommend, saying he was looking for a super red faced or embarrassed diaper boy or girl. the response's lit up and he was showered with links, though most of them he had seen already to his disappointment. the last link however was one he'd have to pay to unlock, but since it was only 5 bucks and the title of it was 'super embarrassing diaper mess while cleaning the potty' Mineta figured it would be worth it. As the video started and he saw who the star was the pervert grinned ear to ear, this was WELL worth the five bucks!

Katsuki was in a bad mood Saturday morning. Not only had he had to go to class despite it being the weekend to do a stupid make up test for one he'd flunked, He'd been getting non stop text messages from grape head about wanting to meet up. 'Because THAT'S what I wanna do, hang out with a pervert.' Katsuki thought, just ignoring the texts, and having to turn his phone off while taking the test anyways. After handing the test in Katsuki was free to go and found the fucking perv waiting for him outside of the classroom. "You know, Ignoring people is rude." The little shit said, wagging a figure at Katsuki. "all the fucks I give about what you think are in my hand.. Oh look! there's nothing there!" Katsuki said and kept walking. Mineta apparently wasn't to be ignored, and dashed to catch up to him. "You know, you should be nicer to someone who could get you expelled." He huffed. THAT caught Katsuki's attention, and with it being just the two of them in the hell he turned around and looked at the pervert. "Really? and how are you going to get me expelled? By pissing me off so much I blow you up? I'd likely get a god damn medal." Katsuki pointed out with a smirk. "well as i understand it, Hero's aren't suppose to have pay to see porn out there, though yours is more interesting then most." Mineta said, a evil smile on his face. The smirk instantly dropped from Katsuki's face and his jaw dropped. "I-I don't know what your talking about." he stammered. "Really, so your NOT 'stinky little diaper boy for pay'?" Mineta asked, a mock look of surprise on his face. "That's odd, you must have a twin out there then, but hey, maybe I'm wrong, let's bring up a video an-" And the little shit was bringing up his phone and indeed was going to his saved video's folder. "W-wait!" Katsuki whimpered, his cheeks bright red. "Ok ok it's me, what the fuck do you want?" "Well what I want is a few things, but I think we should go back to your room and talk in semi private don't you?" Mineta asked, a smug look on his face. "..Yeah ok." Katsuki huffed, and lead the way.

Coming into Katsuki's dorm room Mineta was shocked at how pleasant it smelled in there when about 70 percent of the blond's video's had him taking a dump in his huggies. 'then again he would of been busted long ago if he hadn't of learned how to take care of it.' The pervert thought. Strolling over and taking a seat on Katsuki's bed, Mineta pointed at the floor for Katsuki to take a seat, and chuckled as he meekly did so. "So I think it's clear by now that I could destroy you with little to no effort on my part. the higher ups don't want anther pervert hero out there making the hero community look bad." Mineta started, enjoying the look of worry on Katsuki's face. "But before I make my list of demands, I'd like to know what exactly prompted you to start crapping yourself in huggies for pay." "I uh..I.." Katsuki was turning SUCH a cute shade of red and Mineta found himself loving his power over the much bigger and deadlier boy. "yes? Go on.." Mineta chuckled. "I needed to make some money fast for a bike I wanted, and my mom was refusing to help. then some pervert old guy said he'd buy the bike for me if I crawled around in a diaper and sucked on a pacifier for 2 hours. I figured I could always blow him up if he tried to cheat me or do anything weird but the deal went off. After I realized they had to be A LOT of people like him, and it was easy money..S-So Next time I got some money from mom I got a pack of diapers and well.. You know.." Katsuki trailed off. "Set up a pay to view porn channel where you crap your diapers and do walks of shame. And your saying nothing you do is really YOUR fetish, just doing it for the money?" Mineta asked. "Well um..I.." Katsuki whined big time and was poking two fingers together. it was so unlike him that Mineta was having to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. "I Might of semi kinda come to MAYBE like it a little...but it's mostly for the money. A lot of what I do is actually fan submitted requests and I only do the ones that come with a tribute attached to them." He finished up. "well I think if your gonna keep charging as much as you do, you're gonna need to step up your game and your camera work. I know it's tough for you to film yourself so I'll be helping you with that from now on." Mineta said, and seeing a argument starting to form on Katsuki's lips he stopped it in it's tracks."That's part of my demands to keep quiet so don't even think of fighting unless you wanna be famous around school. Second item on my list is that half of what you make though being a diaper filling perv goes right into my greedy little hand. I'm not helping you and keeping my mouth shut for free after all." Katsuki glared but then huffed and pouted, crossing his arms and glaring at the floor. "Third part of my list of demands is that you wear a diaper to class at least twice a week, we'll get you some thinner ones and you won't have to use it but I think it'll keep you from getting any big ideas. That's all, for now." Mineta finished up and gave Katsuki a look that dared the diapered for pay boy to just try and argue. "Your a fucking bastard you know that?" Katsuki growled. "Just for that, whenever we're in private from now on you'll call me daddy. go ahead little boy, keep mouthing off." Mineta said. "..Fine you win.." Katsuki huffed and slumped, knowing he was beaten. "I'm sorry, 'you win' what?" Mineta asked and leaned down and cupped Katsuki's chin, making the blond look him in the eyes. "..You win..Daddy." Katsuki whimpered. "Good boy! Now let's go and get you all padded for a new video." Mineta laughed and gave Katsuki a condescending head pat.

Katsuki was thankfully allowed to pick his own outfit and diaper himself as Mineta was busy going though the fan requests that Katsuki had been giving, using Katsuki's laptop and also copying his login information. "If I go to log in later and you've changed the password.." The purple haired bastard had said, trailing off but his threat clear. "I won't daddy." Katsuki promised. Katsuki went with one of his teddy bear print diapers, with a blue back round and then picked out a tank top that was slightly too short and showed a little bit of belly so the diaper wasn't covered at all, Blue back round and a big teddy bear on the front. 'I might as well look stylish if I'm gonna be blackmailed.' Katsuki reason, and then opened up a locked drawer in his desk. inside was a selection of 5 different pacifiers and of course each one went with a outfit/ and or diaper print he had. So naturally he had a blue paci that had a teddy on the mouth guard and had a string of darker blue cord so he could wear it around his neck. (he'd tried using paci clip's with ribbon but had almost gotten busted when he'd caught his nipple with one and shrieked out in pain.) Finishing up the outfit was to no ones shock a pair of blue socks with a smiling bear on the ankles. "heh, adorable. So how much have you actually sunk into this? because getting a outfit that cute couldn't of been cheap if you had to get it mailed in." Mineta asked. "The uh.. first half dozen or so shows were all about shocking up supplies." Katsuki admitted then added. "There was one outfit a fan sent me along with 300 bucks to do a private video but I got nervous and trashed it." "Tsk, naughty naughty! what was it?" Mineta asked. "...A fairy costume, with winks and everything and a really short tutu. I just.. I wore it to do the video and then got rid of it, lying and said my mess had leaked on it while changing. the customer got mad and hasn't talked to me since and actually blocked me." Katsuki said, wishing he had kept his mouth shut. Actually he was wishing a lot of things at the moment to be fair. "I See, well thats a shame they blocked you. we'll have to get you a replica at some point so you can do a free video to make it up to them. I assume it's too late to go and get it out of the trash." Mineta said with a disappointed look on his face. "Y-yeah, that was 2 month's ago." Katsuki squeaked. "Hmm, do you have the video saved somewhere? I'd like to see it." "N-No..I just sent the clip to him and then..like i said, got paranoid and deleted it from my computer. I doubt he even kept it." Katsuki whimpered. "heh, actually I bet he just went and uploaded it onto a free porn site to show everyone the naughty sissy baby..But I'll look for it later." "I-I don't think he'd of done that! It would be breaking a rule an-" Katsuki started, he'd never thought of that possibly before and now was going semi pale. "If it's on the net, I'll find it. but as I said that's a matter for latter. for now I've picked out one of the fan requests that's been sent four times already but you've turned it down each time." Mineta said with a evil grin. Katsuki's gut dropped and he whimpered, already knowing what request it would be. the fan in question was offering a tribute of a extra 200 bucks if the clip got made, but what they wanted was one of Katsuki's limits. A stroll in the halls in one of his baby outfits during the day. "W-We can't you have t-" Katsuki started to whimper but Mineta just gave him a evil smile. "Relax, if we're nice and fast about it, there's no way anyone will catch us..they're all out having fun, visiting their folks or studying in their dorms. Trust me, I don't want you busted and outed, then i lose my hold over you and end up a scorch mark on a wall." Mineta said. Katsuki huffed but had to admit Mineta had a point and they started to plan out how they were gonna do it.

25 minutes and one diaper change later (Katsuki's nerves had gotten to him) and the pervert was out in the halls, his camera phone set and gave a gentle cry of all clear to the door, then started to record. Katsuki poked his head out of his room, and looked around, then slowly walked out holding a series of smallish pieces of white cardboard and waddled down the hall closer to the camera and with his paci in his mouth, held them up to the camera. 'Hi! I'm a big silly stinky diaper boy, and right now I'm at school.' Katsuki counted down from 20 in his head then switched to the next card. 'I've been getting requests to show off my diaper butt in the halls during the day. it's Saturday so almost no one is here but still..' And he grimaced and suckled loudly looking around as he counted down then swapped card. 'I REALLY hope no one see's me in the halls like this! I'm kind of a bully and this would RUIN me!' ruin had 3 underlies under it and Katsuki scrunched up his face and squirms, and when it was time... 'But I feel so excited and naughty out in the halls like this! Thanks Meaniesitter_345 for the request!' putting the cards under one arm, Katsuki used the other hand to rub the front of his diapers and then walked away from the camera, going down to almost the end of the hall and coming back. He was gonna go and do the same for the other side of the hallway when some loud voices were heard. "Mannn i can't believe you got us kicked out of the arcade Hanta!" grumbled the voice of Mezou. "hey, that little bugger was hogging the machines, Somebody had to do something!" came Hanta's reply. Katsuki's eyes went wide in fright and he shot a look at Mineta who nodded and pointed for Katsuki's door, both of them rushing and barley getting in and slamming the door before the other other boys could round the corner and see them. laying against the door in case they tried it and both the baby and the perv panting, they could hear the boys keep arguing, only pausing to ask if the other smelled baby powder. "nah, we have to be imaging it. I mean, who wears baby powder around here?" "I dunno, Izuku cries a lot soo.." Both boys laughed and kept going.

'Almost busted in the halls' was uploaded a hour later after some minor editing and with in the first 15 minutes it had been viewed 70 times. with the clip only being a dollar and shot much better then his others it was going like hot cakes and the comments were pouring in, Katsuki was more popular then ever. 'LOL bet baby crapped himself when he was almost caught!' 'Boooo! you should of stayed in the hallway and let them see you!' 'Was anyone else hoping his door was gonna be locked? LOL' 'OMG your so cute!' 'Hey, how do I request a clip? do I just PM or what?' It was that last one that Mineta answered first, telling people to send all and all requests to the inbox, Blondie baby had a new manager who would make sure as many of them could filled as possible, though tributes would help push certain ideas over others. Katsuki for his part sat on the floor, hugging his stuffie and rocking back and forth a bit, hoping that Mineta wouldn't notice the slight smell coming from that wasn't going away. when he'd almost been caught he'd started to mess himself but had clamped his bowels down, and had been told to wait till 'daddy' was finished with the big boy computer stuff before asking permission to use the potty. His tummy was gurgling and it was getting harder and harder to hold his back door bomb in and he whined and whimpered around his paci as he suckled it, then waved one arm trying to get Mineta's attention from where the perv sat up on the bed, using Katsuki's laptop. "-Sigh- what is it Baby butt?" Mineta asked, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice though mentally he was delighted. It was pretty clear that the blond diaper bitch had at least started to fudge his huggies, even if Katsuki shook his head no every time he was asked if he had. 'just like the fucking big baby your dressed up as.' Mineta mused. "I-I gotta go poo poo!" Katsuki whined, having taken his paci out and whimpered. "it's gonna be a BIG one! Please let me use the potty!" Dropping his teddy bear, Katsuki knelled forward, both hands pressed together. "..Allllright..but only because I don't wanna change a shitty diaper. off you go." He said, smirking and jerking a thumb to the bathroom. Katsuki nodded and smiled and relaxed a bit, and moved to crawl into the bathroom.Sadly as it would turn out, relaxing was the last thing he should of done. He barley moved when a loud gurgle from his tummy was heard and Katsuki gasped and whimpered. "N-Nooo!" he whined and grabbed at his tummy while going face down and ass up in front of the bathroom door, about to load his diapers. Never one to pass up a opening like this, Mineta grabbed the phone and started to record as Katsuki loaded the seat of his diapers, blorting out the back of the teddy bear diaper and making them vanish. 'heh, This is gonna be SUCH easy money." Mineta thought, then the smell hit him and he wrinkled his nose. 'Maybe not as easy as I thought...'

the end for now.

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constantlyunlightening · 4 years ago

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Warm Ups

Day 16: Thigh Riding w/ Kenma Kozume

Warning/Other kinks: Auralism (moaning over a discord call)

I'M ONLY ON SEASON 2 OF HAIKYUU SO IF MY CHARACTERIZATION IS BAD, WE PRETEND THIS DOESN'T EXSIST.

Okay? Okay.

Disclaimer: 18+ years or older to read. All characters are 20+

You didn't miss the cat eyes that landed on you as your voice leaked from quivering lips for the first time since you had straddled his leg. Didn't miss the jerk of his upwards jerk of his shoulder - the only way he had to remind you of the headset he wore with the mic fully tugged out. Well, it was the only way he could motion to them without actually taking his hands off the controller he was balancing with between them. You knew he was on a chat - that's why you had been biting down so hard on the inside of your cheek while you drew your hips over the length of his thigh. You were all too aware of the dangers of making noise - anything that that microphone of his picked up would be broadcasted to every friend the blonde was playing with but it was hard to be quiet when you were in a bit of a rush here. Kenma had put you on a time limit.

You were well aware of your partner's attention to video games. You knew how important his tournaments or whatever was - how much he had a tendency to fixate on them when they came up. And you were fine with that. You liked seeing Kenma pumped up about things - whether it was a video game or volleyball or anything, really. You especially liked it when he was hyper-fixated on you - but unfortunately for you, today the video games won out his attention. It didn't matter that you had been clenching your thighs together all day or that your hormones were wreaking havoc on your thoughts. It didn't matter right now because he had a team that was counting on him.

It didn't even matter when you had come up to him while he was setting up, trying to convince him to skip a warm up in game for a warm up in real life - you were sure you could get him real hot if you could take him to bed for a few. You could go quick - you promised.

He had leveled you off with a simple "no." Blunt and easy. But it had made you whine.

You weren't going to force him to but -ah- you were burning up all day. And you knew as soon as he got on that game, you weren't going to be the center of attention for hours. You half debated having a tantrum, but the more logical part of your brain - the part that knew how much of a gamer head your partner was - settled for tucking your head down in disappointment as you gave a tiny sigh of defeat. "Fine," you had murmured, chewing at your own lip. You had already begun to turn when you heard a grunt of Kenma.

"... You can sit here for warm ups at least. But then I really have to focus."

Your pouting must have gotten to him. It was a bit surprising considering how hyper focused the man could get but he had a special kind of interest in you. So even when he had an important match coming up…. He couldn't abandon you completely when you were acting like a kicked puppy. So when your eyes snapped back to him, one hand patting his thigh that he had stretched out to make a seat for you, you felt yourself ignite. It was a scramble, tossing off your bottoms and climbing over his leg, feeling the muscles there underneath your wet slit as he started up the game. Too satisfied with the time he was giving you, you weren't even bothered by how nonchalant he seemed to be as you started to rock against him, gripping onto his shoulder and the back of the chair.

"How long is the practice match?"

"Depends. Could be five minutes if we work fast," he stated simply as narrowed eyes dropped down to spot the wet mark you made on his pant leg before they flicked right back to the screen. You didn't have time to protest or ask for longer by the time he pulled up discord on his desktop. "So don't be mad if you don't go fast enough. And don't make noise."

And with that he entered the call, leading up to your current situation, grinding your body onto his leg with the same urgency a wildfire claimed a forest - hungry for more, desperate for kindling to strengthen the flames. You had a tight enough bite on the inside of your cheek to squash most of the noises, but a longer drag with his clothes dragging against your clit had caused the beginnings of an outburst and with his mic on and thoughts on the game, he wasn't about to tell you to shut up. A quick glance and a reminder of what would happen if you did make a peep was enough. At least thats what he figured as he quickly left you too it, shouting to the discord call that the enemy was coming from the left.

Sure, you didn't want the group to hear…. But getting off was paramount. Especially when you heard Kenma say something about the final stretch. You had to go faster, and your hips dragged down onto him, letting one hand clamp down over you mouth to further muffle any sounds as pleasure coiled inside of you. And when Kenma - in his own brand of urgency- bounced in his chair, leaning forward to get a better look of the screen, your own body felt the jolt right against your clit. You were so ready to see stars. And every time his muscles tightened, tensed, each time he would jump or shift in his seat, you took the opportunity to push yourself further to your ends. Kenma looked scrawny, but all the years of playing volley ball did build up some sort of definition in his thighs, and it was driving butterflies into your stomach now even as he ignored the way you pressed against him. Not even the tiny meals starting to sputter from your lips were getting his attention.

Closer, closer, closer.

Then his team won. And Kenma gave another bounce -poker face or not, he still showed excitement with the rest of his body. That bounce, that push up against your needy slit was the final stretch you needed to "win." You were too busy seeing stars, feeling the euphoria rushing through your veins to realize the sound that came of your lips this time was Kenma's name and - while muffled by the hand you were crying into - it certainly wasn't contained by any stretch. It was a cry that made Kenma freeze like a cat splashed with water, thigh tensing underneath you as you fell into his side with a melted body. You didn't notice how wound up he had become. You didn't notice the way his pants had tented with you whine. You didn't hear the outcry coming from his headset.

"What was that?"

"Kenma, is that-"

You didn't notice Kenma start scrambling to throw his headphones off his head and away from you - not until you heard the thud of them landing on the floor and your eyes fluttered up to look at the source of the noise with a blissed out hum, before you peered back up to Kenma through dark lashes. "Why did you do that?" You questioned, only to notice the color painting his cheek, his hand covering his mouth to try and hide his visage. He wasn't usually so expressive, but you had been a bit too preoccupied with your tingling nerves to realize how loud you had been - you were a bit too satisfied to realize why he could be freaking out.

Face hot, eye twitching, he almost looked frustrated. Because of you? It wasn't like it was the first time you had come undone for him and usually he could keep more neutral than this, but maybe it was from the peels of laughter and shots of his name coming from the padded headphones that had been chucked away.

He swivled in his chair and was quickly exiting from the discord, making you sleepy cock your head to the side. "Your game?' You questioned as his computer screen went dark with a few pushes of buttons. He was trying to regain his composure but as well as he could hide it in his face, he didn't have the same luck containing the way his blood was rushing between his legs after having listened to you cry out for him. He hadn't even done anything, yet you got out his name like a needy little thing. No shame in letting all of his friends hear either.

There was no way he wasn't going to stay on the mic and let the group mess with him over it.

Besides, he wasn't exactly in the mood to concentrate on gaming anymore. His fixation has shifted. And without an answer to his question, he was shoving you off his lap, only so he could stand up and drag you off to the bedroom instead. He didn't want to think about gaming anymore. He was suddenly much more interested in hearing that pretty little voice of yours.

#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #haikyuu smut #kinktober #man #i feel like this is a situation thats used a lot with him #or something similar #but whatever #i actually had a similar idea that would be a lot meaner #but i was out of ideas for what character to write it for #im so tired lately #kinktober is going into november if i want to get it done because of it but whateverrr

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mr-smith-wesson · 4 years ago

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(Long-winded anon warning. Seriously if I’m annoying you with these just ignore my ramblings). Ok, so I just found out that five years pass between 15x19 and 15x20, which got me super excited because as much fun as Jensen’s “put us back in coach” idea is, we don’t really need it. We have five years of stuff that could be explored where it is just the boys and Miracle. How fucking awesome would that be? Like to see the firsts of everything that they get to do without Chuck’s interference, where they know that it’s their choices, their decisions, their genuine experiences. Their first take-your-pick holiday, birthdays, date, dance, etc. The first time they get to watch a movie, read a book, listen to music and know that yeah, they do like it or no, nope, not anymore, and it’s them. The first time they realize that they are actually fucking amazing at hunting without a divine puppet master pulling the strings. The first time they eat food and poor Dean realizes that Sam weird, unnatural, completely inhuman if you ask him; hatred for bacon was all Sam and not Chuck. “It’s just damn unsettling, Sam. Damn unsettling.”

(I can’t find any information on when 15x19 would have occurred, so I’m going to pretend that it’s before July 4th.) Just think that after watching Jack walk away, seeing life restored on Earth, and getting food/supplies for Miracle, the boys head out in Baby for an open field. There, they just sit and listen to life. They play fetch with their newest addition until the sun goes down, and then they hop up on the hood of the impala and watch the stars. For the first time in their lives, it’s THEIR lives. They’ll deal with all the repercussions of that revelation soon, but for tonight they just sit for hours and watch the night sky. In fact, they stay out there so long that before they know it, the sun is rising, the beer has gotten warm, Miracle is snoring in the driver’s seat (don’t get comfy there, buddy), and their asses are numb from sitting on the hood for like six hours. They gather up their stuff and head home, and the only thing they have to think about right now is what they’ll do for supper tonight. There are no plans. No one is telling them what to do or, worse yet, making them do something. They aren’t pawns on the chessboard anymore. Everything from here on out is them. And that is great and so. So. Fucking. Scary. What if Sam actually does want leave me and back to school? What if Dean honestly does think I’m a freak? How much of our bullshit was our bullshit, and how much was Chuck? And do we, or this city, have enough booze to get us through the upcoming chick-flick-feeling-vomit-pass-the-tissue moments? (“What if I’m actually like just an angry, fuck the world guy Sam? What if I’m really just that person that isn’t good to be around people? What if…what if I’m actually like a secret cuddler or something?” “You’re not, you’re the best person I have ever known, and I promise I’ll let you be the big spoon like 43% of the time.” “You’re a fucking asshole, Sam. Stop laughing. Stop it!”)

The talks do come, and while they are not pleasant and do result in quite a few “I need to go shoot something” moments from Dean and more than a few “I just need to some time Dee. I’m just going to go for a run,” moments from Sam, they are needed. And so. Fucking. Cathartic! And by the time July 4th rolls around, while they are not entirely 100%, they are better than they’ve been in a really long time, maybe forever. They decide to celebrate their independence in style – BBQ, fireworks, sparklers, a fancy little bowtie for the dog (“What, Sam?! They were on sale. Don’t give me that side-eye.”), and a bottle of Bobby’s favourite whisky. While Sam leaves Dean to buy the BBQ, Sam goes and gets the fireworks. He practically buys out the store, but whatever, they haven’t done this in so long, and Dean’s not the only one who remembers that 4th of July in ’96 and this display will kick that displays ass.

They get themselves supplied up, and two days’ time finds them in the field behind the bunker. Steak and hot dogs and veggie burgers cooking on the grill, Sam and Miracle chasing each other and playing tug of war with one of Miracles new toys (“What Dean?! He had already slobbered all over it. I couldn’t just leave it in the store. That would have been rude.”), and Dean just soaking it all in. Nothing has felt this right, and this complete since before Sam left for Stanford. Sure, they miss everyone they lost, and yes, they will “Pour one out for their homies,” (“No one says that anymore Dean.” “You’re just jealously that I’m still hip and cool, Sammy.” “Your Scooby-Doo boxers beg to differ.” “Hey! No dissing the Scoob.”) but God-damn, -hmm Jack-damn? This will take some getting used to- they are content. And that’s not something Dean ever thought he’d feel again. And while Chuck may have been the biggest dick to ever exist in this universe, if Dean gives a little prayer of thanks and drinks a drink to him, well no one has to know. He may have royally screwed over their lives time and time again but without him Dean wouldn’t have Sam. Chuck gave Dean his little brother and while he sure as shit won’t miss him, Dean will be eternally grateful because Sam, his Sammy, his beautiful baby brother, is the best fucking thing in his life and that deserves a toast.

The 4th of July is fantastic, and if Dean got a little teary-eyed over the fireworks, well, Sam doesn’t mention it. He just wrapped his arm around his brother and tugged him to his side. This was just the first of the celebrations they were going to have. While Sam’s life is never going to be apple-pie-2.5-kids-white-picket-fence normal, he had made a promise to himself that he was going to give Dean and him whatever normal he could. And that meant holidays. All of them. But those plans are for another night. For now, all Sam has to focus on is the warmth coming off his brother, who unsurprisingly hasn’t moved from under his arm (Dean being a cuddler is only a secret to him, everyone else knows.*) and the smile on his face. A smile that Sam hadn’t seen since that night in the field 24 years ago.

*(Sam has decided to not to tell Dean that he had been winning money off their friends and family for years betting people that when they had to bunk together Dean would always snuggle up some point during the night. At least he’s not going to tell him yet. However, he really does need to get a copy of those photos from Jody and Donna from the last overnight hunting trip.)

YES TO ALL OF THIS!!!! I’m with you 100% the years between are so much more interesting to me like what did they do all that time??AND THEM BEING FREE AND NAVIGATING THAT IS SUCH A CONCEPT. THIS IS JUST SO WONDERFUL! I WANT TO SEE ALL THE DOMESTICITY, THE FIGHTS THE GOOD AND THE BAD JUST EVERYTHING!!!! I LOVE THEM BEING DOG DADS... I HOPE TO SEE THEM SETTING OFF THE FIREWORKS IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT. JUST...THEM AND MIRACLE THEIR LITTLE FAMILY IS SO SWEET I COULDN’T BE MORE FOND. I LOVE HOW YOU MENTIONED SAM AND DEAN BEING AFRAID THE OTHER WILL LEAVE THATS MY FAVORITE ANGST. AND can I just say I never mind your asks I actually love them very much. This is all so in character I can see it so clearly I’m in awe. I will re-read this over and over. THANK YOU DEAR ANON :D

#asks #I wish I was better with words but i just want to say thank you #I NEEDED THIS TODAY #fave #ILY ANON

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zontiky · 4 years ago

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okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was “the hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with five” or something like that i’m going to scream

this is SUPER long so i’m putting it under the cut hfkjsd

pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh

The Hargreeves siblings are dead.

Ben isn’t very aware of this at first. He’s been dead since 2006 -- he’s quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesn’t close his eyes because he can’t feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. There’s light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and it’s instinctual.

When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.

He’s gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didn’t, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesn’t know if it’s actually been twenty years, for him. He doesn’t know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isn’t sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.

Anyway.

Klaus.

He’s wearing the coat he’s been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, he’s sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.

Yes. Klaus’ pants have laces up the sides.

“No,” Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.

His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben can’t feel at all. He takes a step. “No,” he says again, louder, surer. “No!”

Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isn’t breathing.

Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like he’s hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klaus’ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief: “Ben?”

Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesn’t feel it at all. He feels-but-doesn’t-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, “Ben? Ben!” and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.

Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allison’s hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry.

And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he can’t, because he didn’t.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)

The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.

righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol

five shows up

he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts

god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk

somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober

or maybe hes high for all eternity?

for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober

so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers

asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry

he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,

if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,

ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless

and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge

five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him

dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse

OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along

i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((

for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist

IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK

okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.

1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves

after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit

which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse

bc theyd:

trust each other more

already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge

are working as a team from the very beginning

have open lines of communication

yeah uh. so there

vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen

oh and harold wouldn’t know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldn’t throw out reggie’s journal! this solves so many problems wtf

there’s still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commission’s radar

so there’s still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise

okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd

2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist

this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on

subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk

aaaaaa

five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd

is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting

either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the ‘don’t let the entire world end in flames’ train

3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back

this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO

basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk

4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist

five with a gun but hes sad now

i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. he’s already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different

and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first ‘set’ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??

SCREAMS

i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)

subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but they’re still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something

yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2 hfkjwehd

subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere they’re specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind

i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa

okay jesus christ i think that’s all

I DON’T KNOW. i don’t know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3

#didnt proofread this at all 💀 fhsdfks #tua #the umbrella academy #pls dont let this flop i spent like an hour on it hfjksd #aus #team zero #ben hargreeves #wip #I GUESS #misc #ghosting au

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kkmm32 · 4 years ago

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So I made a Frenrey Fic-

I haven’t had two characters to ship together in forever and haven’t written since school ended so wHY not get some practice with both of em? At once?? Now don’t worry, it’s fluff (lord knows theres too many NSFW HLVRAI fics out there already...) and it’s probably like- mediocre but thats ok!! So anyway, without further ado I bring you “Northern Lights” Enjoy!

It was late out when Gordon found himself staring up at the ceiling yet again. How many times had he done this? Three? Five? Twenty? it's not like he had bothered to count. He had found himself startled awake by all too real nightmares countless of times, staring up at the ceiling or the sky, wherever they had decided to sleep. It's true he had faced aliens, the military, death, to put it simply, right in the face hundreds of times while on their journey and at this point his nightmares should be just like any other day... or well any other day past the incident. But unfortunately the human mind couldn't adapt to such things easily and thus his trauma forced him to relive the scariest moments of his life over and over, whether he liked it or not. It's not like he hadn't tried to go back to sleep before, even if his dreams had caused him to wake in a cold sweat more times than he cared to mention. But every time he tried he found himself too...awake, for a lack of a better term. His mind had already been tossed into fight or flight mode and it would take a while for it to return back. He had no choice but to wait it out every night. Most times he would just lie there, motionless, staring up until he felt his eyes begin to droop, but he found himself too bored this time. He had the need to move, do something. The memory of his nightmare flashed in his mind and he'd rather distract himself from it than let it fester.

He hoisted himself into a sitting position, groaning as he felt his sore muscles tense. The days of fighting and running around had left quite the toll on him and he could no doubt feel it. He looked around groggily. They were still in the rocket launch room, the "Science Team," as Coomer had called them, was sleeping peacefully, although they looked like they were in the most uncomfortable poses. He chuckled slightly at the sight, though quickly regretted that as he felt his chest ache. He let out a sigh and glanced over at the windows. He couldn't make out much, as the moon and the stars were the only light illuminating the outside. He did, however, notice the outline of a figure. He almost jumped out of his skin when it moved to look at him. He was taken quite aback at first when he saw who it was.

"Wuh...Benrey? Is that you?" he asked hesitantly.

"In the flesh." Benrey replied in his unmistakable stoic voice.

"But...how?" Gordon started, puzzled.

"How what bro? You gotta finish your sentences, Feetman." Gordon huffed slightly at the jab.

"I mean- how are you here? Didn't you get, y'know, incinerated by the rocket?"

"I jus' respawned bro. Like a..uhhh...video game character or whatever. Like Steve minecraft."

"Right, right, you can't die..." He let out a long sigh and stared past Benrey, out at the sky, or at least what he could see of it. "What are you doing up this late anyway? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Benrey glanced at him, almost a glint of… confusion In his eyes. He quickly shook his head though and went back to staring into nothing.

"Gotta keep watch brooo, can't let any of those military dudes get y- get us."

"I guess that makes sense..." There was silence as Gordon struggled to come up with something to talk about. He wasn't particularly a bad conversationalist, per se, but when it came to Benrey you never know what could send him into a flurry of nonsense. It was like traversing a minefield, one wrong word and he'd become incomprehensible...well, more than he already was. His stream of thought was cut short, however, by a high pitch sound that made his nose scrunch. He turned back to Benrey, who was surrounded by colorful orbs of light that started at pleasant orange and dipped into a light blue. They glowed faintly around him, lighting him up in an almost majestic way. But as quickly as they had appeared they faded. Gordon sat there for a moment before shaking his head slightly. "Orange to blue? What does that mean?" Benrey looked at Gordon for a moment, almost contemplating, before stating-

"Orange to blue means a song for youu"

"So you're just...singing?"

"Yeah bro. What, you got a problem with my singing or something? Lil Feetman can't stand my tunes?" Gordon growled at the comment.

"No I juST-" Before he got any further with his sentence he took a deep breath and sighed, which prompted Benrey with a slightly puzzled look. He glanced away as he stated "It just surprised me is all, usually they have meanings or something, or they like- have some purpose. I didn't expect them to be for entertainment.. and your singing is pretty nice actually.." Gordon was almost baffled at his own words. It was unlike him to compliment Benrey, especially after he had just insulted him. And, when he glanced back up at Benrey, it appeared he was caught off guard as well. He let out a high pitched pink and quickly turned away. "Pink? What does pink mean?

"Itmeansyou- you stink!" Benrey quickly retorted, still turned away. Gordon let out a huff of annoyance. Just when he thought he was getting on some kind of good terms with Benrey. He shuffled to his feet, giving a glance a Benrey. He had turned back to look at Gordon but unfortunately his face wasn't lit, and Gordon couldn't tell if he was smugly smirking or not. He turned away and made for the door that led outside, he figured it'd be best to get some fresh air.

He made it over to a comfortable looking ledge, or at least as comfortable looking as a ledge can get, and sat down, gazing out into the sky. Gordon hadn't really gotten the chance to look at the night the past few days, what with being stuck in the stuffy halls of Black Mesa and all, so it was nice to finally relax and gaze out at the stars. Of course, it wasn't long before Benrey was making his way over to antagonize him some more. He plopped himself down beside Gordon, a rather blank expression on his face as he stared at him.

"What, have you come to insult me some more or something?"

"Naw bro just gazin' " he replied nonchalantly, though Gordon could swear he saw the slightest flicker of hesitance in his eyes. He sighed and stared back out at the stars with Benrey.

It was sorta nice to just sit in silence and let his mind wander, even if Benrey was right there beside him. As he let his thoughts drift he slowly came back to the sweet voice. It was quite the marvel honestly, and he wondered why he hadn't questioned it before. Benrey wasn't human, that was obvious, but how exactly did he get the sweet voice? Was he born with it? Was it something he learned? Was the sweet voice even learnable? He knew Tommy could read it but he wasn't sure he himself could use the sweet voice. Actually, how could Tommy even read the sweet voice? Who taught him how to? Benrey? Why would Benrey teach him how to read sweet voice? Now that he thought about it Benrey never really explained the sweet voice at all. Gordon knew it had properties, that was for sure considering it magically calmed his nerves countless of times before, but outside of that it was more or less a mystery. Benrey seemed to be the only bearer of it though and nobody had ever really asked to know more about it...maybe all he had to do was ask and Benrey would tell him?

"Hey Benrey?"

"Wuh?"

"How exactly does the Black Mesa Sweet Voice...work? Like- how do you read it? What do the different colors mean?" Benrey seemed to freeze for a moment before tipping his head to side with a smile, glancing away.

"That's classified info ffffeetman."

"What do you mean it's classified? Are you going by Dr. Coomer's logic because I'm pretty sure that doesn't apply in our situation anymore-"

"Sorry bro, can't break the Black Mesa roolzzz."

"Why would Black Mesa issue a rule for the entire facility that only applies to ONE person?" Benrey simply shrugged, which only further enraged Gordon. He was about to speak again when Benrey promptly covered his mouth with his hand and stared Gordon down.

"Look bbbro I can't tell you, it's as simple as that, ok? Just chill..." He removed his hand from Gordon's mouth and stared back up at the sky calmly, his stern look gone. Gordon gave a grumpy huff and turned away, staring towards the ground. Benrey glanced over at him, and looked towards the ground himself. There was a moment of silence before it was Benrey who was the one to break it this time. "You said you couldn't like....'sleep' or whatever right?" Benrey asked, catching Gordon off guard.

"Yeah..? And?"

"Just like- wait with your eyes closed for like.....uhhh.......5 seconds broo you'll see." Gordon turned slightly to glance at Benrey from the corner of his eye, curious.

"Why do I have to close my eyes? What are you gonna do?"

"It's- It- It'll be like....a big surprise yooo. Epic surprise, super poggers. You wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise now would you? Be a lil- lil party pooper- lil bitch baby man and ruin the surprise?" Gordon gave a long sigh and, though he hated following Benrey's orders, covered his eyes. There were a few moments of silence before Gordon could hear the distinct sound of the Sweet Voice. It lasted for quite some time and Gordon had to use a good portion of his self-restraint to peak through his hands at what in the world Benrey was doing. Why would he have him cover his eyes if it's just the sweet voice?

"Ok broo you can like- open you socket stuffers now" Gordon cringed at that usage of words but removed his hands from his eyes regardless. He was...stunned.. baffled.. amazed.. it was a range of emotions to say the least. Benrey had somehow managed to spread a wide variety of pinks, oranges, and blues all across the sky above them like little fireflies. They showered the area in a faint glow that looked..incredible and Gordon couldn't help but stare in awe.

"Benrey... you... how.. why'd you.." Benrey settled down beside Gordon as he spoke.

"You said you couldn't sleep bro, doesn't uhh... pretty stuff help people sleep?"

"I mean I guess I just... I never expected you to.." Gordon's words drifted away as he stared.

"What d'ya think tho? Pretty poggers right?" Gordon paused before turning to face Benrey as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Benrey it's... it's beautiful." Benrey paused for a moment, almost as if he was processing what had been said before turning away, covering his mouth to keep any sweet voice from escaping.

"Well- psh- yeah duh. I mean it's- ahaha- it's like...supposed to be bro. Be pretty pointless if it wasn't, right?" Gordon let out a hearty laugh at Benrey's response.

"Yeah, I guess so." They stared up at the now colorful sky for a long while before Gordon spoke again. "Hey Benrey could you..." he paused hesitantly. "Could you sing for me?"

"...Huh?" Gordon quickly tried to make the situation less awkward by elaborating.

"Could you- could you sing for me? To like- help me sleep? Music usually helps people sleep and the Sweet Voice is pretty calming and I was just thinking-" before he could finish his sentence Benrey abruptly cut him off.

"Sure bro" He began to sing out blue's and oranges once more and Gordon found that, while looking at the colorful orbs in the sky, though there weren't much left, and listening to Benrey's voice, he felt very peaceful for once. It had been days since he had felt even a smidgen of peace and somehow, sitting here with Benrey, it was stronger than ever. As he felt himself relax, leaning onto Benrey, his eyes began to droop and soon he was plunged back into the dream world.

#HLVRAI #Frenrey #Bendon #fan-fiction #writing #Benrey #Gordon Feetman #Black Mesa Sweet Voice #fluff #I...love them so much...........#long post #my writing

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years ago

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Part Two

W! Drinking, stabby stab, attempted Non C but it does not happen .

Touya,21.The drunk Future King whose only interest is whores and brothels

Natsuo.18. The Middle Sibling who is just like his father

Shoto.16.the youngest and most reserved, has no interest in marriage but would like a companion

Reader is a rebellious princess in a falling Kingdom and is sent off to live with the Todorokis in hopes of marriage to save her family. But Reader has other plans in mind.

tags/ @no-post-ghost @yoonbbyboy @pinkjellychan @squeaky-ducky

You wasted no time ditching the family for the courtyard after dashing out of the carriage and right past Enji, you were over Natsuo and his creepy behaviour and over this whole arrangement. With a groan you stopped next to some trees and slipped between two large oaks to conceal yourself for a minute. You sat down hugging your knees panting slightly. It was a pretty courtyard, full of flowers funny enough since only men seemed to lived in this rotten castle.

So what now? The King would not be happy at your actions but if he tried to hurt you it would hinder his plans for his precious sons. So you were safe for the most part. The oldest, Touya did not really seem interested in courting you anyway, to focused on his drinking and keeping his brother in line.

The thought of Natsuo made you gag and cough a bit, what an awful person and he's gonna be King eventually? Maybe you could cut his balls off to save whoever marries him. Sighing you relaxed against the tree letting one leg down admiring the clouds that rolled on by, the sky seemed more blue here than at your Kingdom too you, weird.

“Uhm…?” said a voice, it sounded skittish.

You rolled your head to the left to see a boy about Shotos age looking at you, he had royal clothes on and had crazy green hair. You tilted your head at this boy and brought your legs down so you were criss cross.

“Yes?” you asked curiously

“Is Shoto around?”

“I think so , the main entrance.”

“O-oh uh, okay, i can wait here then. May i sit by you? My names Izuku of Midoriya Manor”

“Sure kid,” you scooted over a bit for him to join you.”Y/n of Alastar”

“Oh thanks !” he sat by you but seemed to be looking around

“Something on your mind?”

“Oh uh n-no, im just waiting for Shoto, his father does not a-aprove of me so we have too …” he trailed off rubbing the back of his head.

“Hm? Well your safe with me kid, i doubt that big ape approves of me too.”

“Are you to be wed?”

“Sadly.”

“Uh- uhm!,” he rubbed his hands together. “You seem really cool and can protect yourself..” he told you, pointing to the knife on your person. “Just watch out for the middle sibling okay?”

You got up patting your butt free of dirt and Shoto squeezed through the trees to see you and Izuku. Shoto hugged Izuku and the two sighed with relief to see each other.

“y/n. Touya wants to see you to show you around, hes at the stables, around the corner from here”

“Okay Shoto, izuku was waiting for you, i never saw him though.”

The youngest gave you a gentle smile and a nod as thanks.

Squeezing back through the trees you strolled around the courtyard admiring the flowers before meeting up with Touya. No sign of the King or his creepy son , the courtyard had a large apple tree in its center but it only had one apple on it and it looked to be rotten which was weird. It's definitely apple season. Hm. thinking nothing of it you made your way around the large castle to see the stables and Touya petting a large black and white mare of the face in long strokes.

“Whos a pretty girl ? you you you” he cooed at the sleepy horse.

“Dont take you for a animal lover” you joked walking up to him. “Wheres idiot 1 and 2?”

“My father is giving Natsuo a talking to so im trusted to show you around” he pointed to the castle “thats the castle” he pointed to a stray window at the top “thats your room”

“A five star tour i see” you pet the horse admiring its coat. “ lovely colors”

“Reminds me of my life from before” he told you while taking out his flask to drink.

“Hm? Whats that mean? And whos this Izuku that was sneaking around?”

Touya sat down in a empty stable drinking more before answering you. “Thats Shotos boyfriend, dont tell anyone or i will kill you myself. Im the only one who knows”

“i wouldn't do that Touya, he said Enji does not approve of him?”

“Yep” he fell into some hay drinking more. “They want to leave when they turn 18 and have a farm, im helping make it happen”

You sat down by the hay watching this man drink his life away , he had not one care in the world, unless it was Shoto related.

Some time passed and you and Touya were sharing the flask now.

“So .. what did you mean by your life from before?”

“Mmmm… i was going to be a father, at least.. Thats what i was told.” he sat up pushing his hair outta his face. She was a brothel worker and i had gotten her pregnant.”

You listened to him taking note of the hint of sadness in his voice.

“I was excited, i wanted to be a dad.” he told you looking over at the horse.”she had black and white hair, i called her my little… berry.., i did everything right, i told her she could live with me and be a Princess and we could be happy. But i also told her i did not want her working the brothel anymore obviously,”

He brought his knees up laying his elbows over them looking at the ground between his legs. “She told me she would stop but something felt weird so i checked on her and she was still working it. I confronted her and she said she needed the money for the baby and i told her i have more money than i know what to do with, the months went on and she eventually stopped, her bump was small and everytime i felt it , i dont know. It felt off. One day i woke up early and looked over at her, she was asleep on her stomach and .. she was too far align to be doing that.” he looked up at you, his eyes slightly red. “ she lied to me, for my status, my wealth, my name, it was some kind of material to seem like a bump, she tried to tell me it was my fault.”

“Touya…”

He ignored you. “What she said stung more than the faked pregnancy. I had to know, for sure. So i contacted a witch and she performed some kind of spell on me and ..and..”

You moved closer, placing your hand on his arm , he took a big drink and lowered his head again. “ i cant… have children… “

You pulled this man into your arms trying your best to comfort him. He just cursed up a storm and told you how excited he was, how he was going to move away as soon as Shoto left with izuku and start an even bigger family with the woman he loved. Touya wanted his own Kingdom but in a quiet place no one knew about where he could be happy.

“Everyday… i curse Natsuo, he does not deserve to have children” he pushed himself off you to wipe his eyes. “ no one knows this about me y/n”

“Touya its safe with me”

“I have no interest in getting married anymore, i dont care.”

“Thats perfectly okay Touya”

He sniffled not looking at you. “Thank you for listening, you should get settled into your room, top floor last door on the left.”

“Youll be okay?” you asked, getting up

“Nope” he got up walking past you “but thats just how i like it” he waved not looking back as he headed into town.

The castle was full of expensive things: statues, paintings, rugs, swords. Anything you could think of. Big wide open rooms with ceilings higher than you had ever seen. It smelled like the kitchen was to your right and the main rooms looked to be up the rug covered stairs. You could hear Enji yelling at Natsuo when you got to the top , you snuck by peeking in every room you passed, looked like bedrooms. You heard a door slam and looked over your shoulder to see Natsuo brooding outside the door talking to himself.

You slipped into your room and scanned around the giant room, pretty bed, too girly honestly. A wooden vanity with glass in it and a couple windows. You checked outside them all , dammit. Nothing to really grab on to for a quick escape? You thought on it inspecting more and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and flipped over and pressed against the window, your hair blowing in the wind.

Natsuo was pinning you down looking very angry with you. You stuck your chin out at him reaching down for you knife.

“Yes ? your highness?” “I should … should… “ he pressed harder into your shoulders. “You . so mean, you made a fool of .. of me? In front of my father? I ?” his gaze dropped and he grabbed the knife tossing it out the window . his voice got louder and he shook you. “ they tell me i should kill you !! but!! My voices arent always!!.. Correct so …”

“Let me go !! get these gross hands off me !” you fought his grip and he threw you onto the bed pinning you from behind. “ why are you so … SO SO difficult? Im a future KING im in CHARGE not YOU” he reached back fussing with his belt and you got very still.

“Is that why your upset hm? I hurt your ego?” you asked looking back”pitty” with a quick snap of your arm a second knife shot out of your left sleeve and stabbed Natsuo in the arm. He cried out falling back and you pushed him out fo your room. “Sorry, no middle siblings allowed” you slammed the door locking it and pushing some heavy furniture in front of the door for the time being.

You could hear Natsuo crying in pain in the hall but you did not really care, it sounded like he was walking away and you finally… finally..alone. You sunk down to your knees” what the fuck man…”

#BadApplesFic #todoroki brothers #shoto x reader #touya x reader #natsuo x reader

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zukkatrash · 4 years ago

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atla pirate au

(soley based on me misreading a diff post and now wanting to see mai in a keira knightly getup) (also everything i know abt pirates is based on the pirates of the caribbean, treasure planet and black sails and hasty 2 am googling) (also also big fucking shoutout to @s-suki for helping me with this)

the gaang's ship - aka The Avatar

yue is captain!!! (@s-suki ur brain is huge and i luv u) so from what i know being a captain is a looot abt politics and u know our girl yue is good at that, not to mention how much her crew loves her bc she gives everything for them

sokka is navigator, one look at the stars and he knows where they are instantly, he charts a course in record time, captains have in fact fought over him but he is nothing but loyal to his captain!!!

aang spends at least half his time in the sails, as lookout and keeping knots secure(? idk shit abt sailing haha) he’s also the fastest one they got, no matter if he’s running, swimming or paddling a small boat

suki is the best fighter they have bc of course she is (also theres no misogyny in this bc i said so) grown men shit themselves when they see her / also shes boatswain (the boatswain was in charge of a ship's anchors, cordage, colors, deck crew and the ship's boats, and would also be in charge of the rigging while the ship was in dock)

toph! makes! bombs! also if u give her a gun that u found thats been underwater for three months and u give her like 2 hours, not only is it completely functional afterwards but it somehow works better than before?

katara is quartermaster and shes def like 30% of how yue keeps her crew in line

haru is ship cook (i know this has zero connection to canon but have you considered boi soft and warm like bread)

teo is the ships carpenter (highest ranking if they got more than one)

jet is a fighter obvs, also him and sokka do NOT get along but yue has this real icy stare that makes them both shut up immediately

smellerbee is dating toph and yue is not opposed to their relationship but does make sure theyre not around eachother too much when explosives are also near bc those 2 def get up to some wild shit

longshot is obvs the best shot they have and is the other lookout

appa is a parrot and he spends all of his time being adorable

momo is still a lemur and just steals so much shit

on to the firenation

ozai rules over a whole ass port/island or smth idk but like all the pirates have to deal with his fucking bullshit

zhao is his 2nd in command and yue at some point guts him 😊

azula is of course captain of her ship and she rules with an iron fist

mai is first mate (making any possible future betrayals that much worse)

ty lee is ship medic and just constantly gets underestimated in fights and wins like right away

zukos life motto on azulas ship is 'i hate it here' bc his job is basically everything nobody else wants to do (until! he is no longer on the ship. does he get pushed off the ship to drown? does he leave in the night with all the valuables he can carry and a map of a great prize? idk, YOU DECIDE)

more thoughts on zuko:

i dont think he’d join the gaang right away after he’s no longer with the fire nation but would first like half-die on some island (even if he didn’t get kicked off, i just imagine he’d do smth drastic like think he can sail a ship without getting lost just bc he’s spent a lot of time on a ship but like, honey no, navigation isnt as easy as it looks) bc zuko alone u kno

iroh is still his uncle in this, but zuko doesnt know that, so he thinks he’s just this weird hermit guy that finds him and takes him in

zuko is like "what does he want? what his secret agenda? how will this guy use this against me?" and iroh is just like "boy! eat something but also are u like okay? u want some cryptic advice thats consisting of 60 ocean metaphors?"

iroh does tell him hes his uncle tho and that he left when zuko was really young and he wasnt the only one who ran from that house that day...

URSA IS ALIVE!

she had been banished by ozai and threatened with zukos murder if she had stayed, ozai wouldve killed her but he knew he couldnt take her in a straight fight and if she had been the type you could assassinate they wouldntve ever gotten together anyway

now shes vibing with iroh and lu ten, because yes lu ten is alive (listen if there is any feasable way of my boi to be alive he is!!!)

also they’re def supporting everyone who opposes ozai as asafely as they can on whatever weird remote island theyre at

once zuko joins the crew of the avatar, sokka laughs like straight five minutes abt zuko thinking he could navigate his stolen boat after not even learning how to properly read a map, not to mention everything else that goes into navigating and zuko is like "fuck u" and sokka is like "lets show u how to read a map so this doesnt happen again" still with tears of laughter in his eyes, and maybe later when hes been on the crew for longer and maybe saved sokkas life in a fight, sokka teaches him abt the stars too and cue zuko pining after the way too beautiful guy trying to explain constellations but zuko just keeps getting lost in his eyes and being hyper aware of how close sokkas arm is when he points out specific stars

the reason zuko joins them in the first place is bc the avatar is the only crew that could protect him against azula and ozai and they’re the only ones willing/able to go up against the fire nation

also katara is the first to see zuko after he parted with the fn and she like immediately has a sword to his throat and boi just fucking faints

maybe jee is also a captain in this bc i really like it when the wani shows up in fanfics and maybe they’re not on good terms with ozai but they’re flying under the radar bc its just a small ship and they do bring in their percentage so maybe zuko joins his crew before he goes to find the gaang?

now some general thoughts:

the dai lee is the chinese navy out to get them all

miyuki is one of their highest ranking officers and gives the pirates a run for their money, but weirdly never goes to chase the Avatar

hakoda is also a captain but he’s working under ozai to take the operation down from the inside (also yes of course his husband bato is also there with him ^^)

kue is absolutely some weird hermit guy

once again big thanks to @s-suki for helping me with this check out their blog theyre great! (theyre on break rn tho but dont let that deter u!!)

if anyone wants to add to this PLEASE do!!! also if anyone draws or writes smth for this please please please tag me bc i would love to see it!! (also i will love u forever ♡)

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #atla pirate au #pirate captain yue #like kellin u were GALAXY BRAINING yesterday!!!#i think if anyone draws her with a pirate hat and one of those flowy shirts ill drop dead on the spot #also i refused to go to sleep 3 times to write this haha #this idea had me up till like 4 am haha

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kevkesblog · 4 years ago

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Translation: Julian Brandt Interview for “11 Freunde” (June 18, 2020)

Attention: long post! Julian talks about overblown salaries in football, why he even stays at two-star hotels, why he thinks football should not be dramaticly reformed and why you won’t see him in Gucci clothing & more.

Julian Brandt, what do you miss the most at the moment?

Ju: Just going outside and sitting in a café with some friends. Enjoying a bit more freedom. But I think many people have the same wishes right now.

Yet, the break because of the Corona pandemic seem to have lifted you. You were involved in all four goals during the 4-0 win against Schalke.

Ju: I would still have preferred it, without the break. I mean it’s like this: sometimes you need just a few days to arrive at a place, sometimes it takes months. Feeling well in a city, a club and with my teammates is important. I’m a football player that needs a comfortable environment.

How was it for you at BVB in the beginning?

Ju: There were definitely no fireworks at the beginning. But honestly, I kind of expected to need more time. I think thats normal after five and a half years at Bayer Leverkusen. It was a great time there, but in the end it was a comfort zone for me. I switched to BVB because I wanted to do something new.

And because Marco Reus asked you.

Ju: Many people were in favour of me going to Dortmund. Even my mother wore yellow pullovers astonishingly often, during the time before my transfer happend. And Marco asked me at the national team, that’s true. I felt honored, but I saw a chance playing for a team which plays competitively for the title until the end of the season and is represented in the Champions League regularly, those were the main reasons for my transfer.

What else is different in Dortmund than in Leverkusen?

Ju: Dortmund is bigger in almost every regard. Even the stadium is enormous and it becomes even more imposing with people in it. Building such a stadium somewhere is one thing. Brining it to live however like in Dortmund – that’s an art in and of itself. You don’t get that very often in Europe. Leverkusen – and I have to be honest here – has never been on my radar for me as a boy. But it’s the perfect club if you want to develop as a young player. I already suspected this after I talked to Rudi Völler for the first time.

I was told, you said „Rudi Völler has honest eyes“ to your father afterwards.

Ju: He has a sincere attitude. I would have believed everything he said. And his promises became reality. We were playing attractive and successful football. And you don’t get so much pressure as a young player from the outside. The media landscape for example is much smaller in Leverkusen than elsewhere.

Do you miss the fans in the stadium in Dortmund?

Ju: I was never that guy who was aware of stuff that happend on the stands. But after the game against Inter Mailand, where we were behind 0-2 before the break and won 3-2 in the end – I recognized how important football is for the people here and how much they were willing to support us. It was so honest, authentic and direct. One of the best games thus far.

Before that Michael Rummenigge critized you as „C-youth player“. That was after the Inter game where you scored as well. Was that a key moment?

Ju: Everybody can voice their opinions that’s totally fine for me. I’m not a person who jumps on it. And I wasn’t really satisfied with my game as well. Perhaps the 2-1 win against Gladbach a few days before was a turning point. Not only, because I scored twice, but rather because I was able to play on the ten for the first time. After that my game became better.

You said in the beginning of your time at BVB „Peter Bosz liked the risk. We don’t really have that here in Dortmund“. Did the way you play now changed?

Ju: We play nice football under Lucien Favre. He likes an offensive tactic. Adding that, we score alot of goals. But Peter Bosz was a special coach in that regard because we played a modern version of football with a high amount of ball possesion – often over 80 percent. And we not only wanted to keep the ball all the time, while playing until our opponent gets tired like it’s the case with tiki-taka football. We were always on the attack. At BVB we put more emphasis on the defensive at the beginning. It was a change for me, since I wanted to have the ball and not running behind him all the time.

Is football an elegant game?

Ju: My room as child was full of „Bravo“-magazine posters with offensive players. Nedved, Robinho, Del Piero and the best among the best: Ronaldinho. I liked it whenever players carry their street football skills to the pitch. Whenever somebody is looking for something spectacular. I want to gamble and not just act in a rigid system.

Doesn’t modern tactics prevent something like this?

Ju: You are basically being funneled at youth football academies with: receive the ball, passing, receiving, passing. There a strict requirements you have to follow. But I think good teams need self-confident players, saying „No, I won’t fit in, but I rather go into a one-on-one situation“. We have such guys in our national team. Leroy Sané or Timo Werner. Kai Havertz is a player who has a street football mentality too. Often it looks very easy, but it’s not. It just passed over into blood.

You are wearing the jersey number 10 at the national team. Like you also wore at Leverkusen. Does that do something with you?

Ju: I feel lighter in some sense. Perhaps because I know that you have to earn the number ten. Not like in the past, but I do think it has a certain meaning yes.

We heard you don’t like to talk about your strengths. Why?

Ju: I think, it looks like I’m a show off. I have enough self-confidence already.

Yet you do know that you can shoot really good. Who taught you?

Ju: Many things happened because I just tried. I even knew as a ten-year old boy: if I want to become a great football player I have to be able to shoot well with both feet. So, for weeks I shoot with my left foot on our lawn. Shot, flank, pass. It helped a lot. I met Federico Palacios during my youth time in Wolfsburg. He taught me insane techniques. I had a phase were I was obsessively training my first contact: not trying to stop the ball between the lines, but rather take the ball without defender nor midfielder getting the ball instead.

What are your weaknesses?

Ju: My headers. But I’m currently working on it and I often score. At least without opponent (laughs). Some people say I can work more on my defensive work. And yes, there is some truth to it, even after I already worked on it for quite some time. The thing is: I’m not an aggressive person, its not who I am. But of course, I understand whenever coaches say I need to have a certain minimum amount of aggressive behavior on the pitch.

Do you have a career plan?

Ju: No, everything I do, I do spontaneously.

But everything you do looks so reasonable: youth football for your home club. Training at a football academy in Wolfsburg. Professional debut at Bayer Leverkusen, your transfer to BVB a year ago…

Ju: Honestly: I could not have imagined going to VfL Wolfsburg as well at the beginning. Why should a boy do this, when he basically grew up just a 20 minute bike ride away from the Weser stadium in Bremen and was standing in the fan curve in his youth?

Because Werder [Bremen] overlooked you?

Ju: That’s not true. I even got invited to a try-out training. But then I looked at some other academies. I wasn’t only looking at VfL Wolfsburg. For example I looked at FC St. Pauli as well. Yet, I had the best feeling with Wolfsburg.

Why?

Especially during the ages 15 to 18 a lot is happening: you grow, your muscle mass is increasing, you slowly get to play with the professionals. On the other hand, many doors are opening. Your friends go partying for example. I liked being on a football academy for two and a half years. You couldn’t leave the campus after 11 o’clock in the evening. Apart from that we were very successful and won the German a-youth championship. But I can still remember how perplexed my parents were at the breakfast table, back when I told them about my decision to join Wolfsburg.

You are being called the “Anti-Star” of the business quite often. Does that do something with you?

Ju: Many people seem to think it’s probably because I have no tattoos and my father is my agent. But to be honest: there are some football player clichées I fit in. I like fast cars. I like playing playstation and I have 40 pairs of shoes in my closet. I just try not to pretend to be someone else. I wouldn’t look good in a Gucci-pullover.

Others like to call you “premature”. You were allowed to train with the professionals at the age of 15 in Wolfsburg. How did you do that?

Ju: That was insane and unreal. I was riding my bike to the training ground one day and the assistant coach Bernd Hollerbach took me to his side and said: “Introduce yourself to the coach”. So, I went into his office. “Hello Mr. Magath, I’m Julian from the under-17 team.” Of course, I was suspecting he already knew me otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten an invitation. But he was just staring at the television. After a while – it felt like an eternity – he looked at me, didn’t say a word, total silence and then he turned away. And then I was sneaking out of the room.

Magath wanted to test you?

Ju: I was unsettled a bit, but I wasn’t thinking about it anymore on the pitch. It doesn’t matter who is on your side, or whether your opponent is twenty years older than you and who your father is.

Did you nutmeg someone?

Ju: I would have been beaten for that. On the other hand: the pain fades away, the nutmeg stays (laughs). I remember I unintentionally shoot a ball into Marvin Hitz’s face.

How many agents were lining up at your doorstep at the time?

Ju: I stopped counting it after a while. I don’t think all agents are bad but I don’t need one at the moment. I have my father. He may not be Mino Raiola with thousands of contacts all over the world. But he doesn’t need them.

Nevertheless: this son-father-constellation also has it’s potential conflicts…

Ju: Our family sticks together – we are very harmonic and strong. I can’t remember a time where we were had an argument. I lived together with my brother in Cologne. I also have a connection with my father because of football. He used to play for the first team at SC Borgfeld – which was also my first club. I still remember: we went into the clubhouse whenever the Champions League was on. It was the best day of the week.

Now it’s about big business. Do you know your own worth?

Ju: It was downgraded since the outbreak of the pandemic. I read that on so some sites.

But it’s still 40 million euros. What does such a number do with you?

Ju: I can handle that because I can manage those numbers quite well. There is a lot money floating around in football. And I know its not easy to comprehend it with normal standards anymore. We live in our own bubble in that regard. The salaries in football are in no relation to what normal people earn – even with football being the greatest sport on earth. But why is that the case? Because sponsors are flushing so unbelievable high amounts of money into football. I think it’s important not to make the sport a luxury item. It has to stay affordable. In the stadium as well as in front of the TV.

Explain to us: why does a professional football player negotiate whether he should get 10 or 11 million euros per year?

Ju: It shows how greedy people can be sometimes. But that’s not football specific. It’s as unfair as the richest one percent of the world’s population owning more than half of the world’s wealth, right?

Could this crisis perhaps be a chance in order for football to calm down?

Ju: Perhaps in the short term. For the next one or two years. If any. I can’t imagine a player like Mbappé being sold next year for 80 million euros. Someone will always pay those insane sums of money.

How do you ground yourself?

Ju: Through my family and friends. Many are studying or doing an apprenticeship. It’s never about money when we talk, I just like having a great time with them. We don’t need a luxury vacation. But one time: we went to Mallorca for four or five days just as we qualified for the Champions League with Bayer Leverkusen. We stayed at a normal two-star-hotel, one room with a bed and a bathroom – that was it. We went to the beach and relaxed.

Has there never been a situation where a friend or family member had to take you back to the ground?

Ju: No. I can’t remember that I ever reacted arrogant or snooty. Or a situation where I thought: “Wow. That’s not who you are”. I’m fully aware of my very privileged life. In short: my greatest worry is whether we will win or loose on the weekends. It’s important to be thankful and to remind yourself what you got every once in a while.

Why do you have to remind yourself stuff like that all the time?

Ju: In order for it never to become normal. I know cheese costs about 69 cents at the grocery store and a different one costs 1,29 euros. But if a tool or device breaks down I sometimes just buy myself a new one. Whereas in the past I would have repaired it by myself.

But is football still the same game you fell in love with as a kid?

Ju: Absolutely. The game itself hasn’t really changed much. Okay, we have the goal line technology – which I support. And we got the video assistant referee, were people can argue. I abstain in that question. Once in a while, new ideas are being floated: like reducing the playtime to 60 minutes, new tournaments, elite leagues – I think it’s all bullshit. Keep football like it is. The way we learned it. With all its faults and tricky aspects. Even if something goes wrong.

Like during the World Cup 2018. Did you know that you could be the first DFB-team leaving the tournament after the group stage?

Ju: At some point he heard of it. It doesn’t really look good on your vita but it happened. Perhaps we needed this in order for something new to emerge. You have to remember: other great football nations also failed in similar ways. Italy, Spain or France all crashed out of the group stage after they won the World Cup.

Did the photo with Mesut Özil and Erdogan brought some unrest into the team?

Ju: The fact that almost all reporting was revolving around that topic was irritating sometimes. Don’t get me wrong: I think its important for the media to cover political topics extensively and with background stories. But I remember after the game against Sweden – after we barely won because of Toni Kroos free kick: shortly after the game you get asked whether the poor performance during the first 75 minutes were due to the photo – and you thinking: why don’t we talk about the game? Mesut became the poster boy for the disappointing World Cup. That’s nonsense. We all played shitty.

During the Confed-Cup the year before, many young players were in the team. At the World Cup the established players came back. Did Löw put his trust into the wrong players in Russia?

Ju: You can come to that conclusion afterwards, but you don’t know it in advance. I could fully understand Low though. He was loyal and in some cases he felt some gratitude. He couldn’t and he didn’t want to replace a World Cup winner from 2014 with a young player. The way we were defeated at the World Cup was not foreseeable. Because we also played great football between 2014 and 2018.

The team made it to the semifinals at the EURO 2016 and you became second with the Olympic football team in Rio.

Ju: A great experience with a team that was just thrown together. A contribution of Horst Hrubesch.

What makes him special?

Ju: He is just great, the guy! He’s from a different generation which you can tell with a lot of things around him. Once he wanted to show me how to shot from the side. I almost tore my muscle fiber doing it. But he manages it very well forming a team with young players. He’s a very free coach and very direct. He always called me lazy (laughs). And he has a very nice and dry sense of humor.

An example?

Ju: Me and the Bender-twins were sitting together shortly before the semifinal against Nigeria. He came up and said: “Guys, losing today doesn’t make any sense anymore.” A funny sentence, but also true if you think about it.

Julian Brandt, you made over 200 Bundesliga games, played Champions League and participated in one World Cup. You just turned 24. Do you even still have time to suck it all in and enjoy it?

Ju: Football is quick. I can still remember coming to Leverkusen – as if it was yesterday: my first game for the under 23 team against Essen. My Bundesliga debut against Schalke a week later. That was a little more than six years ago already. Crazy. Veteran players always say: “Enjoy it, because quickly your career will be over.” But how should you enjoy it? A game every four or five days. New photos, new events. You don’t have an awful lot of time to let everything sink in for a moment. I usually do that on new years eve. On a friend’s balcony. I even get sentimental then.

#julianbrandt #julian brandt #bayerleverkusen #borussiadortmund #bundesliga #bvb #dfb #diemannschaft #german nt

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