#thats only half true no ones forcing me to watch sports

[teeth-kid]

a. why my parents so nice. I love them. it makes me feel bad when I'm in a bad mood at them cause of a bunch of shitty stuff that isn't their fault. fuck.

anyways today my family is getting snow cones because I Said So

[mizunetzu]

my request is flaaaaaacidddddd peeeeenisssss

Flaaaaaaaciddddd peeeenisssss

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Iida x reader - Iida Tenya’s Imaginary Boyfriend (True Ending)

⚠️warnings - good ending HAHAGQ

Pronouns - male, he/him

Part one can be found here!

Part two can be found here!

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He woke up in recovery girls office.

He wasn’t sure how he got here. All he remembered was his head feeling a bit faint walking back to the dorms, then waking up here. Looking out the windows, vast colors of orange and yellow flooded in between the cracks of the blinds, making colorful stripes paint his bed with light. He presumed it was around sunset.

The door clicked open. Recovery girl, Aizawa, and detective Tsukauchi walked through the door.

“Do you know where you are right now, Iida?” Aizawa was frank, as usual.

“I believe I am in recovery girls office, though I have no clue how I got here.”

Tsukauchi cleared his throat. “You were hit with a villains quirk about 2 days ago. You’ve been asleep ever since. It caused you to go in a nightmare-ish dream state until we caught them.”

Iida retrieved his glasses from the bedside table. It was then he realized he was in his pajamas. Aizawa stepped forward. “What’s your full name?”

“Iida Tenya.”

“How old are you and what school do you go to?”

“15 years old and I attend UA high school.”

Aizawa hummed. Nothing seemed to be wrong with his memory. “Do you know what day it is?”

“March 17...no, 19? Forgive me, it’s somewhere between there.”

“Iida,” Aizawa looked confused. It made Iida feel sort of uneasy aswell. Like getting a problem wrong and having your teacher be disappointed in you. “That’s almost a full month away. It’s February 3rd today.”

February 3rd. If Iida recalled correctly, that was around the day that everyone seemed to forget that (Y/n) existed. He checked his wrists out of habit. (Y/n’s) watch were gone. He was about to ask where it was, when the detective clicked his tongue.

“Well-thats to be expected,” Tsukauchi held up a case file, most likely a report on the criminal who used their quirk on Iida. “Time passes differently in the quirk-induced coma Iida-san was in. Some people affected by them claim it’s been years when it’s only been a couple of days. Truly terrifying.”

Recovery girl tutted. “All of his vitals seem to be in check. He should be able to return to the dorms now. Just have him take it easy for a couple days in training.”

“Mm. Make sure you make up your missed work,” Aizawa turned back, as Tsukauchi exited the office and recovery girl sat in her desk. “And tell your classmates you’re alright. Your friends were freaking out when you wouldn’t wake up in the morning. They should be in the dorms by now.”

Iida nodded.

———

Walking back to the dorms, there was one thing Iida couldn’t get off his mind.

He’s been in a ‘quirk-induced coma’ for 2 days. The passage of time is different with their quirk as to real life. And he could’ve sworn it was late March instead of early February.

So when did he fall asleep? And what was his ‘dream’ about?

He, at first, thought it was the result of walking home with his friends after seeing that sketch artist Kaitekina, but that doesn’t happen until almost a full month later. So, most of the things Iida remembers doing and learning in class has not happened yet.

And, nightmare? He remembers falling asleep and seeing (Y/n) in his dreams, but that doesn’t fall under ‘nightmare’ territory. Actually, it was rather pleasant.

“Oi! Iida’s awake!” He heard Kirishima yell, as he walked through the door. Most everyone was in the common room, and turned their heads. Each one of them erupted into a smile, saying things like “are you ok?” Or “glad to see you awake, Iida-san!”

He, unintentionally, tuned them all out.

What was his ‘nightmare?’ What made his dreams about a boy who doesn’t exist so bad? Was he waking up in his dream just to go to bed in that dream to dream another dream? What-

“-and (L/n) was so worried bro! I mean-he looked ok like usual but I guess he doesn’t really go out of his room unless you force him t-“

“I’m sorry, who?” Iida’s disbelieving voice sharply cut off Kaminari’s ramblings. He didn’t hear that correctly. His mind had to be playing tricks on him.

“...bro...” Looks of worry or confusion flooded the 1A students. Similar to when they looked at him like he was insane, asking for a non-existent student named (L/n) (Y/n).

Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “(L/n)...? Your personal hype man? Dude who follows you around like a dog?”

“Kaminari-that was mean, he does not follow Iida around like a dog.”

“But he does!”

A playful argument rang out between Jirou and Kaminari. Everyone’s attention seemed to shift from Iida, to Jirou blasting her heartbeat into Kaminaris ears with her ear jacks.

“Iida-kun, are you okay..?” Midoryia brought Iida out of his trance. “Did you lose your memory or something while you were asleep?”

“No no I just-I probably misheard Kaminari-kun. Who was he talking about?” His voice was wavering. His desperation hidden behind the glare of his thick cut glasses and messy bed hair. He needed to comb his hair once he sorted things out.

“(L/n) (Y/n)-kun?” There it’s was again. “He sits next to you in class? You...oh! You two fought in the sports festival? And...yknow...the whole,” Midoryia stuck out his tongue making a mask with his hands and pretending to lick someone’s blood. “-thing?”

Everytime he asked who he fought in the sports festival, everyone including Midoryia would say “Hatsume-san, Ibara-san, and Todoroki-kun.” He never recalled fighting someone named “Ibara” from class 1B, having fought (Y/n) instead, but he grew to just accepting it.

And when he asked about the Stain incident, Todoroki and Midoryia would claim it was just them three fighting him. There was no one with (h/c) hair that helped Midoryia, him, and Todoroki out immensely. As far as Iida was concerned, (L/n) (Y/n) did not exist to the world.

So why was everyone talking like he was a real person?

“Iida, if you really don’t remember, you should go get that checked out by recovery girl...it’s pretty odd that you forgot about your own classma-“

The sudden startup of engines, followed by the whirring hiss of smoke trailing past him cut Midoryia off. Iida burned through the pants of his pajamas, but he didn’t care. He ran as fast as he could to the 4th floor of the boys side of the dorms.

His heart quickened with every step he took. He wasn’t one to get his hopes up, but the obvious look of desperation on Iida’s face seemed to lead his thoughts. He needed to see for himself.

Skidding to a halt infront of the supposedly empty dorm room, he once again halted when he reached for the doorknob. Everytime he’d check this room on impulse, he was always met with the empty, white walls and drawn curtains supplied by the school. He didn’t want to walk in and face white again.

And he didn’t.

Almost taking the door off the hinges, Iida practically shoved the door out of his way. A small gasp ripped its way through Iida’s throat.

A dimly lit room, one that was never kept clean, that had an oddly sweet smell coming from it. He saw the vaguely familiar (f/c) bedsheets, with the sea blue comforter thrown lazily on it, half slipping onto the ground. He saw the messily taped Ingenium posters, crooked and wonky, plastered on his studying table, which was almost never used for studying. When they studied together, it was usually on Iida’s bed or somewhere outside.

But finally, he saw the patio slider door opened, curtains fluttering in the mellow orange sunlight with someone standing outside. They were leaning on the balcony, with their arms stretching up, the reflection of their cheap red watch burning light into Iida’s eyes.

“(L/n)...kun...?” The name felt foreign on his lips. Even if he technically ‘saw him two days/one month ago’, it felt like years since he’s actually felt like he was in the same room as him. The boy, (Y/n), turned around.

Setting sunlight painted his face with warm colors, making the (h/c) shade of his hair burn brighter. The light also seemed to reflect off the (e/c) iris’ of (Y/n’s) face, making it look like it was glowing. It lit his face well enough to make him seem ethereal. Breathtaking. Real.

It was him. It was (Y/n).

“Morning, Tenya. How’s it feel to be asleep for two days?”

Iida didn’t answer. Instead, he walked tentatively towards the patio sliding entrance, his burnt pajama pants cinching his calves now that his adrenaline high was subsiding. He stopped a few inches way from (Y/n), reaching out and shakily touching his cheek.

Instead of fazing through him, or flat out fading, his hand made contact with warm, soft skin. (Y/n) hummed and nuzzled his cheek into his hand. Iida’s vision blurred involuntarily, despite him having his glasses on.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

His voice’s vibration, and the warm breath that fanned his chest was enough proof that he was here. Enough proof he was dragged down back to earth, no longer just a distant memory no one remembered.

Iida’s throat closed up, and he felt his knees go weak. He was a blurred mass of (h/c) and (skin/c), with the hint of red that protruded from his arm, but Iida knew he was still there. He was there, with him, and would be going on until forever.

A tender, hoarse chuckle escaped Iida. He leaned his cheek onto (Y/n’s) forehead, not caring that his face and bed hair was still messy and reeked of sleep. He smiled.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, (Y/n)-kun.”

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Haha. That was fun. Anyways-

[siriushxney]

* . PAPER RINGS !

pairing — lando norris x reader

rating — fluff

wordcount — 2.3k

warnings — cursing (it's me who are we kidding)

song — taylor swift | paper rings

note ! — before y'all jump down my throat about "what the hell is a toque” — it's a hat. us canadians call it a toque. also this is long overdue, but I hope you like it!

when the light of day melted into the dark of night, and long, tiring shifts slowly came to an end, it wasn't an odd sight to see large groups of people piling into bars for a drink or several. with an extra hour and a half added onto your normal shift time due to your bosses inability to do what he was supposed to do — leaving stacks of paperwork you had to go through, along with a few of your other colleagues.

now walking into the packed bar — bags long forgotten in your cars, you couldn't find it in yourself to cringe at the strong smell of alcohol that burned your nose as you walked through the door, nor did you care for the way the heels of your feet stuck to the ground with every step you took.

after a day like today, you weren't sure if you'd mind anything.

sheila — one of your colleagues raised a stiff hand and slammed it down on the counter, gaining the attention of the bartender. “we need like, fifteen shots stat!” the bartender immediately got to work, pouring glass after glass — sliding them in front of the five of you, before turning to serve another guest.

“that asshole gonna get my foot down his throat if he dumps that much paperwork on us again,” she downed her first shot and reached for another one, “all of that should have been sorted out in the morning, not thrown onto us as we were packing up,” the rest of you agreed, downing a shot quickly as you tried to keep up with the loud mouthed girl.

you turned your head away from the conversation that had started between the others, choosing to stare curiously at the screen in the corner displaying reruns of a race that took place today.

feeling a body skim yours as a group of men slid into the barspace to the left of you — a majority of them sporting an orange and blue item of clothing, something you had connected quickly to the orange and blue car that had been on screen moments earlier.

looking back to the tv hanging from the ceiling, you tried to wrap your head around what all the numbers meant — a small bump caused you to look down, a younger man of the bunch staring at the tv proudly, “do you watch f1?” he turned his head to look at you as he finished asking his question.

f1... Is that what this was called?

“no, but I'd rather watch that then the football game that's on,” the boy looked at you with wide eyes, slightly in awe of how blunt you were. he nodded slightly before turning his attention back to the tv. “ I assume you do. you're wearing the colours of one of the cars,” you felt bad as you watched the boy curl into himself slightly.

ha looked over to you once again — “you can say that,” his eyes glinted a little bit as he spoke, a proud smirk coming across his face as he leaned in closer, not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but close enough that he could speak without the bar hearing. “I race for them — see that orange and blue mclaren? thats me.”

that was definitely more interesting than the news.

“so what might that mclaren driver's name be?” his head turned back to you, a slight red tint covering his cheeks, and climbing to the tips of his ears.

with a single hand outstretched to you, he introduced himself, “I’m lando norris — and who might you be?”

“Y/N.”

—

that day had happened a few months ago — and in that time, your friendship with the young driver had only progressed.

days you used to spend simply reading in the comfort of your own home, was now spent bouncing from bookshop from book shop — lando recommending you all the books that he had been in love with at the moment.

you had to refrain from telling him you had already read them, having looked him up on instagram a day or two after the initial meet — the photo of him cozy and comfortable in his bed with the stack of books perfectly visible to his side.

the types of books a person read could tell you a lot about their character — and with lando, it was all good things.

“okay, and then this one is semi based on a true story — like half true but has a lot of action and drama sprinkled in there-” he rambled on about the book he held in his hands, his eyes darting between you and it as his hands ran over the spine and pages of the book.

even knowing the writer, plot, and ending — you couldn't bring yourself to put an end to his ramblings. instead, you stood to his side and nodded eagerly as he spoke words with such excitement.

for any other person, you would have cut them off and told them that you had read it — but for some reason, cutting lando off was the last thing you wanted to do. he wasn't the famous young driver for mclaren who was always eager for a challenge on the track. he was just lando.

the boy who had a mini library growing in his room, filled with books from every genre. he was the boy with the odd affinity for milk. he was just normal.

and for the first time in your life — normal felt nice.

—

“lando, you're insane.”

“maybe a little bit, but insane is fun sometimes.”

when lando said he had something fun in mind for the two of you to do, the last place you expected to end up was on the shore of an ice cold lake — the wind blowing harshly against your body, making it sway slightly with the force.

lando had already taken off his jacket, now standing in just his shirt and bottoms.

“I’m not going in that,” you backed away from the boy as he stripped more and more of his clothes off, dropping them in a neat pile on the ground.

he shrugged, pausing in his action of removing his jeans, “are you not going in because its cold, or are you not going in because you don't have a swim suit?” while the lake technically was still warm enough for swimming, the thought of the water 's temperature that was lowering daily paired with the strong winds, didn’t exactly spark excitement in you.

“both.”

“it’s either your coming in by your own will, or I’m dragging you in.”

“you touch me and I’ll hurt you — that’s a promise.”

a mischievous glint appears in lando’s eyes — he knew what he was about to do was going to get him in trouble, and most likely hurt in the end, but the thought of doing it overpowered his thoughts about what would happen after.

there was no going back.

in a split second lando had his arms wrapped around your waist as he dragged you closer to the lake — despite the heels of your feet digging into the ground, he had still succeeded in getting you close enough that if he threw his body weight towards the water, you would soon follow.

and that’s exactly what he did.

a laugh from lando, a squeal from you, and the whooshing of the air rushing past your ears was all you could hear before you found yourself submerged under the cold water.

you clawed your way back to the surface with the help of lando’s arms, which were still wrapped around your waist — as soon as you felt the coldness of the air reach your face, you were turning in his arms and swinging.

“I’m fully clothed you asshole!” you brought a fist down lightly on the top of his head — the water squishing out at the action.

“stop- don’t- stop hitting me!” lando laughed as he let you go, swimming backwards slightly as a way to get away from your violent swings. “I know that you're fully clothed- that's what makes it so funny,” the curly haired boy couldn't contain his laughter at the end — his voice railing into the squeaky laugher that you had come to love.

without the support of lando, paired with the additional weight of your heavy winter coat and soaked wool toque and mittens, you began to struggle slightly to stay afloat. “lando-” the water climbed its way up your face before washing back down as you kicked harder.

his laugher stopped as he kicked his way over to you — grabbing around your waist once more and holding you to his body.

with the distance closed between the two of you, the feeling of his warm breath against your face was unavoidable — as well as the feeling of the heat radiating from his body, even through the layers you had on. neither of you spoke, both trying not to move — for every movement brought a wave of discomfort with your muscles tensed up from the cold. but as time started to tick slower, and all you could feel was the other — the last thing on both of your minds was the temperature of the water.

“you’re turning blue, lando,” as much as you wished you would've stayed in that position forever, the sight of lando’s cheeks and lips draining of its naturally pink colour concerned you. even with layers upon layers of clothes on, you found yourself shivering — and with lando in nothing but his boxers, you doubted he was doing much better than you. “I think right now is a good time to get out,” lando didnt reply, only bringing the two of you closer to the shore.

with chattering teeth, bodies curled in, and fast feet, lando and you made your way to his car — both jumping in the minute you could get your hands on the door handle. neither of you cared for the seats wetting as you sat down.

“I think I have some towels in the back from my training — can you grab them? I’ll get the heat and everything going,” you leaned into the back of the car to the best of your ability, pulling two towels out of an orange gym bag, and bringing them to the front where lando and you sat.

lando wrapped the towel around his shoulders — the shaking constant and harsh, rocking his body violently.

“I would say I told you so, but I feel too bad to even insult you,” with your jacket, toque, and mittens stippped off and thrown onto the floor, you wrapped your towel around your shoulders much like lando had.

“awe, youre so considerate — I didn’t think it through.”

“trust me — I can tell.”

the sound of the heaters on blast and the clattering of teeth was all that filled the car. lando had seemed aggravated at your comment — the way his body turned slightly away from your own, his eyes never meeting yours, and the fact that there was no laugh following or during his words.

what had you said or done that pissed him off?

“are you mad at me?”

lando turned slowly, his eyes still not fully meeting yours — but he looked like he was less angry and more conflicted. “I’m not mad, I’m just- just,” the words were on the tip of his tongue, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to say them. “forget it.”

“no, I wanna know what's wrong — please tell me?”

he angled his body to face yours after a few moments of no response, making it so him and you looked at eachother with ease. “back out there on the lake- did you… did you feel anything?” your body tensed at his question — it was the last thing that you thought would come out of his mouth, so it took you by surprise. “because I know I did — and that scares me.”

you struggled to find a string of words that made sense to you, “I mean, yeah I guess I did — what did you feel? just so I can make sure that I felt the same thing.”

“I felt like I wanted to stay in that position forever — like I wanted to kiss you,” the words he spoke were soft and genuine. “all I felt was you.”

it had taken months for you to put a name to the feelings you had when you were around the british boy, but now, more than ever, did you finally know what they were.

they were love.

“I felt the same thing — all that I could feel was you and your stupidly perfect body against mine,” both of you giggled slightly at that. “and all that was running through my head was that if you had asked me to do anything with you, I would have done it — hell you could have asked me to marry you with paper rings and I would’ve said yes.”

lando stared at you with a calm look on his face — his eyes drinking you and all of your features in. “I’m glad — because I was thinking the same thing,” his hand fell on top of yours, bringing a warmth to the back of it. “and no need for paper rings when I can promise you the real deal when the time comes.”

“like I said before, I would marry you with paper rings lando,” you leaned in slightly, your voice barely above a whisper. “now kiss me you goof.”

he didn’t have to be asked twice.

[stevesharrlngtons]

32 with Roman

prompts are open 

an anon requested some roman angst a lil while back, and while this isn’t super angsty it kinda is? lol

also i changed the wording a bit i hope thats ok

Of course he was here, you really shouldn’t have been surprised. 

Roman had a tendency to worm his way back into your life, physically or mentally, one way or another. It’s like he knew when you were finally moving on, when you had finally pushed him from your consciousness, and decided that that was unacceptable. 

You let out a heavy sigh as you watched him enter the house party, a perky blonde slung comfortably under his arm. The mummers had started then, people whispering and peeking over at him and his date. Just because this party was outside Hemlock Grove city limits didn’t mean that Roman’s name didn’t have any lore or pull to it. You were sure everyone in the state, hell maybe the country, would stop what they were doing to follow him through a room. He had an incredibly commanding presence, something that you once loved, but now just resented. 

“Is that Roman Godfrey?” the guy you had been chatting up asked. 

He was good looking, this random man. Charming, always willing to refill your cup or dance when a song you liked came on. He laughed at your jokes and kept his eyes from wandering to any of the other girls that were in attendance, which was silly, but something you appreciated. You’d only met him a couple of hours ago, so any singular devotion he had to you was quite flattering. You were seriously considering taking his hand and asking him to join you in a room upstairs until Roman showed up and decided to steal his attention from you. This guy, this stupid guy who was the only guy in the party who you’d been attracted to even in the slightest, of course he would have a hard on for Roman and his family name. 

“Who?” you asked with resentment, drinking more of the swilly beer in your cup. 

“Who? Roman Godfrey? His family owns half the state! He’s like, a billionaire. How in the hell do you not know who he is?” he talks like an animated puppy about Roman, you can see as his eyes follow the taller man everywhere he goes in the room. 

You refused to look at Roman yourself, you just stared up at your date (if you could even call him that). You focused on the bumping music as he continued to gush about Godfrey Industries and Roman’s family money. God, you bet this guy talked about Elon Musk like this too… and suddenly you felt so repulsed by him that your skin crawled at the thought of him touching you. 

“You know what?” you cut him off from his rant, “I’m going to go out for a cigarette.” 

“Oh, OK. Want me to come?” He asked.

“No, not particularly.” And you were sure he was scowling after you and calling you a bitch, but you didn’t care. You needed to get away from him, his Roman complex, and all other Roman related things. 

You pushed your way through the throngs of people in the house to the back sliding door, where you exited to the pleasant gust of chilled air. It was a welcomed contrast on your skin after simmering inside with all it’s muggy body heat. 

The house that was throwing the party was really nice, nicer than any house you’d be able to afford. There was a large inground pool, complete with water features and a conjoined hot tub; an outdoor kitchen with a pizza oven and fully stocked fridge; and some of the most beautiful landscaping you’d ever seen. It made you wonder who actually lived here. One of your coworkers had invited you along, and you had only shown up to have something to do on a Friday night. You saw her for around five minutes when you arrived, then you’d both disappeared into the sea of people. 

You went over to the kitchen and took a seat on one of the built in benches. It was carved into the brick next to the pizza oven, and even though the oven was off, you could still feel some heat emanating from it. You pulled your knees to your chest and settled against the brick, temple to the oven as you enjoyed the silence the night had to offer. You took out your phone from your jeans and began to app surf, switching between social medias to keep your mind busy. 

“Now, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here, all by her lonesome?” you could see the smarmy grin on his face without even looking up. 

A part of you had futilely hoped that escaping outside would have thrown Roman off your scent. You’d up and completely left parties when he had arrived in the past, so you hoped he would have assumed that was the case tonight. But then again if he had, he wouldn’t be Roman. Because he seemed to have a tracking device on you, always aware of your whereabouts. It used to be helpful, but now it just pissed you off. 

“You’re such a little stalker, you know that right?” you sneer, refusing to look up from your phone. 

“Pretty sure you’re the stalker, (Y/L/N). Somehow wherever I go,” He trails off as he came to sit next to you, far too close for comfort, “There you are.” 

“Whatever, Roman.” you reply, eyes still glued to your phone as you huddled closer to the oven. 

“What? No snarky retort? No adamant denial? Man, someone’s gone soft,” he chuckles. 

“Or maybe I’m just sick of this little game you’ve roped me into,” you bit back, and you could see in your periphery that his smile grew. 

“You love it.” 

“No, you love it. It’s why you never fucking leave me alone.” 

He scoffs, but doesn’t say anything else. There is a long beat of silence where the two of you just listen to each other's breaths, of the sound of the others clothing scraping against the brick and the sound of your deft fingers against your screen. 

It reminded you of when you were together, of when you had been the perky girl under his arm and the one enthralled by his presence. It reminded you of the late nights he’d shatter your body with pleasure and put you back together again. It reminded you of the times that he'd lay on your chest and murmur secrets and confessions with tears streaking his alabaster cheeks. It reminded you of the ever present smile he brought out in you. 

It reminded you of Roman’s refusal to admit any true feelings for you. It reminded you of tense silence after fights. It reminded you of how he broke your heart. 

“That guy you were talking to? Tried to shake my hand,” Roman chuckles, “Fucking freak.” 

“Yeah, that’s why I ditched him. He probably liked you more than you like you.” 

Roman snorts, “He was practically humping my leg.” 

“Yeah, well he was practically humping mine before you showed up. So thanks for that.” you said bitterly, finally pocketing your phone and looking out over the groomed backyard. 

“He wouldn’t have known what to do with a woman like you.” 

“I would have liked to figure that out on my own upstairs, thank you very much.” you cross your arms over your folded knees. 

“C’mon, that guy? I could smell his drug store cologne from a mile away, and that fucking geled hair? You chose that guy?” you could easily detect the envy in his voice.

“C’mon, that girl? With fake tits up to her chin and boxed dyed roots?” you shot back fast, and then immediately cursed yourself. 

Because you had just played into his game, the one you had been trying for the past few months to eject yourself from. 

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” he drawls, leaning back against the bench. 

“If you’re into that 80’s fake Sports Illustrated look.” 

“She fucks like she’s straight out of Hustler.” 

“Thanks for oversharing, Roman. Though that information feels a little more suited for Peter than me.” you said sarcastically, hoping with every passing second that he would get the hint and leave you alone. 

But he never did. Not tonight, not last time and you were sure he never would. 

“You used to love when I overshared. You said it made you feel closer to me,” he nudged you with his shoulder and you felt sick. 

Because yes, you had said that. You had loved when he told you everything. When he didn’t hold back on his thoughts and feelings, and told you things that were sometimes so ugly he’d retch. 

“You’re such a dick,” you swore, and finally stood to escape him.

“Oh, don’t be like that! Sit back down.” Roman reached out to take a hold of your wrist, but you flinched away at his touch. 

“Leave me alone.” 

“Sit back down and maybe I’ll think about it,” he laughs while trying to grab you again. 

“How long are you going to do this to me, Roman? How much longer are you going to torment me!” you snap.

You look down at him for the first time all night. You had been avoiding direct eye contact since he followed you outside, afraid of what those sinful green eyes could get you to do. You’d backslid with Roman one to many times because of those fucking eyes. 

“Torment you? That seems a bit rash,” he scoffs. 

“I don’t think it is, I actually think it lets you off too easy.” 

“Yeah?” he replies, fully condescending and pompous. 

“Yeah,” you clench your jaw, “because it’s like you’re haunting me, it's like you’re this looming force that will never let me move on. And for the life of me Roman, I can’t fucking figure out why. Is it just to torture me for leaving? Are you that much of a spoiled brat? That once the toy you didn’t want gets thrown out you through a tantrum until it’s back?” 

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you! I’m so sick of this, Roman. I’m sick of being at a party or a restaurant or a coffee shop and then having you appear out of thin air to remind me of how much it all just hurts. Do you even care? Do you even care that everytime I see you it takes off a year of my life from pure grief?” 

Because it did. Everytime you spotted him in line behind you, at a table across the room or drinking at a bar you were sat at, you felt awful. You felt so disgusting and used and dirty, because you let Roman take and take from you and when you asked for something in return he refused to give. 

“Am I not allowed to see a friend all of a sudden?” he asks, his tone becoming defensive and worried. 

“We’re not friends. We aren’t. I loved you and you spat in my face. I could never be friends with you again, Roman.”

Roman purses his lips and looks up at you under his brow before pushing up from the bench to stand, “You don’t love me anymore?” 

“It shouldn’t matter.” 

“It does. It does to me.” he steps closer to you with every word and you finally feel the effects of the alcohol you’d had earlier. 

“Well it doesn’t to me, and it shouldn’t to you either. It didn’t then.” 

It didn’t matter to him when he screamed and laughed in your face after your confession. 

Roman doesn’t respond, even though you can tell he wants to. He towers above you now, but you don’t cower under his height. 

You watch Roman chew on the inside of his cheek for a few moments before you know the conversation is over.

“I’m gonna go.” 

You turned back toward the house and started your trek across the grass. 

“Wait!” Roman suddenly called behind you. 

You didn’t want to turn, and maybe if you were stronger you would have kept walking. But you did and you weren’t. 

“What?” you ask with a frustrated sigh. 

“I do, y’know,” he says, his posture hunched and uncomfortable, “I mean, as much as I can feel that way about anyone.” 

“Love me?” you shot back, saying the words he was too cowardly too.

Roman looks around like he’s embarrassed, like he’s looking for any witnesses that might find out he has a heart. Then he nods gently. 

“As much as a person like me can. I don’t even know if I’m capable of... that’ing. To anyone.” 

You knew this is an incredibly vulnerable moment for Roman. You knew from experience that this was as close as he had ever been to uttering those sacreded three words, as close as he had ever felt to feeling them. You knew that this should give you some solace, some closure in your ongoing battle of emotions with the tall boy. You should feel better. But you don’t. 

Because it didn’t change the past, and only gave you worthless hope for some kind of future with the only man you’d ever loved.

“Ok.” was all you said in reply. 

And Roman just nods again, though it’s clear that wasn’t the response he was looking for. You almost expected him to say something else, but he doesn’t. He just takes out a cigarette and lights it.

“I, uh, I’m still going to leave,” you say, rubbing your biceps awkwardly under Roman’s intense gaze, “I only really came here to get laid and that fell through, so…” 

“Well, I could fix that, y’know?” Roman smirks before taking a drag, and suddenly any semblance of a moment being had was.

“I’ll pass,” you say and bid him a silent goodbye. 

You walk across the grass, short and such a vibrant green, even in the winter. You wonder if Roman liked the landscaping and the pool and the kitchen like you did. You wondered if things were different, if you two would live in a house like this. You tried not to think too much about it, though.

When you were almost to the house, you heard Roman call out for you again. 

You simply looked over your shoulder to see him leaning against a brick pillar, cigarette between his plush pink lips.

“I’ll see you soon.” 

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The Freedom of Expression Episode 23 - The worst album in the world rated highly by Kurt (Cobain) and (Frank) Zappa.

K: Hi this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, starting this episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome. Hows it going recently?

J: I've just had my wisdom tooth out, I'm still quite swollen.

T, K: Oh yeh, you are!

J: Its really tough getting your wisdom teeth out at 52 years old.

K: Its quite late to have it done, right?

J: Yeh, Im doing it late. What about you, Kaoru?

K: I don't have any left.

J: All four?

K: Yeh.

J: You had this hell already taken out?

K: Oh, it was awful with me! 

J: When you had them out?

K: When I first had one of the bottom ones removed, it took about an hour and a half.

J: One hour...thats awful.

K: It was growing like this (*places fist horizontally against vertical palm)

J: Ahh, if its not growing like this..(*indicates vertical growth angle with hands). This type (*horizontal) hurts.

K: Then in the end, the anesthetic wore off. I had been given anesthetic, but it wore off.

J: Eughh!

K: Then after the tooth was out, my head hurt, my whole face hurt for about two weeks..I couldn't eat anything..It was hell.

J: You didn't have live shows did you?

K: No, not at all.

J: So, you had it done in your time off? Ahh, that sounds so painful. What about you, Tasai?

T: I still have mine.

J: Oh, you have them?

T: But after hearing this, I don't want to have them out anymore.

J: Hahaha

K: Are yours like this? (*growing horizontally?)

T: No, I think they are pretty straight.

K: Well, in that case, you don't really need to have them out.

T: Yeh, but yours sounds like it was painful, Kaoru.

J: For a hour and a half...that must hurt.

K: Yeh

J: Mine was out in ten mins, and Im still this swollen. I still have my lower left one remaining, Im gonna have to get that one out too...(*Kaoru smiles) Look at him! That face! Seriously!

Um, about Hanshin...

K: Hahaha

J: Didn't you say they would win by a mile, Kaoru?

T: He did.

K: They are...in last place by a mile. (*On screen note: 'The rank at the time of filming').

T: But they did win before now, so..

J: They did win before now?? He said they were gonna win by a mile!

K: Well, at the moment they've had two consecutive wins..then yesterday was raining, so that fell through, but..I think they are onto a good winning style now.

J: I see. From now on...

K: Mm, they finally got to the starting line.

J: Hahaha.

T: Starting with five in debt, right? haha.

J: This won't make them lose heart.

K: Well, cause they've only just started.

J,T: Well, yeh.

K: Everyone has ups and downs.

J: Thats true. Still, Hanshin are strong in the summer, aren't they?

T: Thats when they get consecutive wins, right?

K: Well, I mean, its always like this, last year was the same, but in the last month or so, they suddenly get good, its like 'Weren't you losing?' As soon as you realise, its like 'Eh?!, How'd you get that good already?'...kinda.

J: How come they can never get off to a good start?

K: Hmm, probably a lack of coordination, haha.

J: Hahaha.

T: Yeah, but at the start thier pitcher did catch corona and stuff, so they couldn't practice properly from the beginning.

K: Thats only an excuse.

J: Well, its tough, as expected. But, you know, I have zero interest in pro baseball, but this year..

T: You're watching it a lot!

J:...whether or not we'll have this event depends on it, so im putting my all into showing support. Still, it may be empty support, everytime I check the results I'm like, 'Whaaat?'

K: Oh, theres still a lot more to come.

J: Like, what was with those words you said with big subtitles, 'win by a mile'?

K: That was my desire. At the time this is broadcast, they'll be doing well.

J: I see

T: Right.

K: This will be broadcast in how many days? (*Works it out) Ah, maybe not by then.

J, T: Hahaha

J: Your attitude gets weaker and weaker.

K: Ok, lets have today's story please.

T: Ok, well this has been creating a bit of a buzz at Tokyo Sports, a really terrible band has been discovered to be in a list of Kurt Cobain's (of Nirvana) Top 50 albums. People who are into music might know this already, but the band is 'The Shaggs'. They are really terrible. I've also had a listen to them on Youtube, and you could say they sound like beginners, but I did think...Huh? Hang on a sec.

J: Hahaha. Like 'whats going on here?'　

T: Yeah. But somehow ???*1, and since this has come out in the news, its become quite a talking point.

J: I see.

T: Like people are saying, 'In reality, they're really good', or 'On no, they really are bad', and stuff. Joe, do you know of them?

J: I do, yeh. I've played them on the radio before, and whenever I do, there is a big response. When people hear this novice-like performance, they really respond. There must be something more to this. The sound quality of the recording is quite high, so whenever I play it, people think 'Woah, this is so interesting! ...'. What do you think of it, Kaoru? Have you listened to it?

K: Yeh, I have. Well, I mean, its a type of expression, right? I doesn't matter whether they are skilled or not. I thought it was interesting. It leaves a lasting impression .

J: Conversely, right?

K: ???*2

J: But if you had to say if they were skilled or not, you would say not, right?

K: Well, if they are seriously trying, then they are bad.

J, T: Hahah

J: If this is thier best, then they're bad?

K: Yeh, cause this is thier recorded sound. In that case, they're bad. But someone other than the performers has actually recorded this, and said, 'yes, lets go with this'.

J: Yes

T: I see

J: No one tried fix it.

K: Yeh, they didn't try to do a re-take or anything. They wanted to make the record.

J: This is the completed version, right?

K: Yeh, so maybe it was meant to be like this *3

T: So, if you look into this story a bit more, by the time of thier second album, their performance technique had improved a bit, and conversely, they lost their uniqueness. It erased what was special about them.

J: Ahhh, thats tough. But growing up in the 80s, back then all the pop idols were really untalented, weren't they?

T: Haha

J: But they made a lasting impression. Its not really a case of whether or not they were skilled. But, on the other hand...who was that guy?... *sings* 'Watashi no ohaka no mae ni...'...Akiyama something-or-other (*On screen text: Akikawa Masafumi*), I played some of his  more rocky stuff on my show, but it didn't resonate because he's just too good.

T: Ehh.

J: The songs require a certain kind of atmosphere.. and singing really well like..(*imitates a tenor's voice*), it didn't work at all. It was interesting.

T: Yeh, so there's something more to it, other than just skill.

J: I think so.

K: Well, it also comes down to who it is making the songs.

J: Yeh, that may have something to do with it.

T: I see

K: I mean, I don't know if these people (The Shaggs) wrote the songs themselves, but the songs are unique precisely because this band is playing them. This is how they do it.

J: But surely, if the songs were played properly, they wouldn't be that impressive, right?

K: Right! Haha.

J: Thier uniqueness comes from thier lack of skill.

T: Joe, can you understand how Kurt Cobain and Frank Zappa would appreciate this kinda thing?

J: I think so yeh. Like, Kurt Cobain, even in his appearance, he was grungy, like, appearing in public wearing pajamas and stuff. And in the 80s, slightly before his time, there was also that computerised music, like ???*4. Frank Zappa was also mentioned, and he was an artist with really experimental aspects, so I guess they would like this kinda of thing, the type of thing where there nothing else like it. I can really understand that.

K: Yeh, people who know nothing about music might listen to some super technical and progressive music, and then listen to this, and they might think they sound the same. One of them might sound a bit off, but the other might sound way off to some people. They might just look at them the same.

J: Ah, that may be, yeh. Well, to put it simply...its not your average music, is it?

T: Yeh.

J: Its quite interesting. Its like you said Kaoru, if the progressive stuff is too advanced, it will be written off, and in this case, this band may be regarded in a similar way for doing nothing special. Still, is it possible? Whenever novices like me do Karaoke, you have to do something, don't you? Like, impersonating the singer, or getting a bit excited..if you don't, it would be a  kinda chilly performance. So, with this band doing nothing like that...are they not cooperating or something?

T: Well, its hard.

J: Maybe they are professionals *laughing*

Kami: Its interesting how thier Dad forced them into it, right?

J: Oh yeh.

Kami: Its like, why does he know this stuff. They were forced..Didn't they say that in an interview or something? Thats quite interesting.

T: So, from what I've heard, thier Dad was on a mission to strike it rich, in a kind of swindler fashion.

J: Oh, that was it.

K: Ah, I see.

T: And made his daughters...

Kami: Ah, he was an imposter?

J: He tried to be

Kami: So he was witness to the recording and gave it the OK then?

T: Hmm, probably.

J: He was after something.

Kami: They had no money to record, so he just said, 'yeh, this'll do', kinda.

K: The Dad didn't have any talent either.

J, T: Hahaha

K: Or maybe he did?

J: Which is it?!

K: I don't know.

J: Right...But even if it was a ramen shop or something, if it said, 'The Worlds Worst Ramen', you'd want to try it just once, right? Its maybe the same kind of pattern.

K: But it does stay in your head, this band.

J: It does, surprisingly.

Kami: When you listen to it, there is some kind of message, right?

T: I see.

J: Well, Punk had to contend with a lack of skill, didn't it?..in that respect. 70s punk didn't use very complicated chords at all. But when it became more advanced, it kinda faded out.

K: Yeh, people from that generation ????  *5 There's quite a difference, isn't there?

J: There is, there is. What is that all about? Its like, why all the irregularity? Well, they are seeking something different, for sure...Well, we are getting carried away, but if you search for this band, you'll find it. If you search for 'The Shaggs', you'll be able to find them. The name of the album is 'Philosophy of the World'.

K: Ok, let's finish here. Please subscribe.

J: Yes, please do.

K: Thank you very much.

T: Thank you.

*1, 2, 4 Couldn't catch

*3 Could't catch explicitly, but I think thats what he means

*5 I can hear what he's saying, but I just couldn't put together what he means. Feedback always welcome btw!

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Runnin' with the Devil 1

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You watched your husband from your place on the couch and pulled your legs into your body in an attempt to warm them, your mind wandering to just a year ago. Where you were in the warm arms of Jay Park, spoiled with champagne and as much sweet things as you could fill yourself with. But now . 'Nothing like how it used to be,' You thought. You missed Jay, he made you laugh, not that you did much of that these days. How could you? When you were in the same house with your biggest enemy?

Your eyes wandered over to the massive ring that stood out on your finger, making your hand look even smaller then it already was. The huge diamond complimented by the other diamonds that rounded the rock, gold encasing their holding and a small red dragon engraved within the main diamond. It was no mistake what this ring truly symbolized. You belonged to him now, The Red Dragons and the Kwon Family.

Your mind floated to when the Red Dragon rescued you from the Brotherhood. You were with Jay on his arm at one of his lavish parties that he threw every year to keep the peace between the families that ran the state. Except instead of the night being filled with the sound of laughter from to much drinks and music from the DJ, it was swollen with blood and gun shots. At first it was Jay that grabbed you when he heard the first gun shot ring out into the air made by some hired man. He pushed you to his second in command, Jackson, and you were with Jackson for a long time until a bullet went through his chest and your face became streaked red. Another Brotherhood member, Chan Bang, grabbed you and seemed to bring you toward the masked intruders who in shock all you could do was watch as they shot down people like it was a sport. Most of them laughing as they did so. You fought against Chan, but maybe it was the excessive alcohol your drank that made you unable to get out of his iron grip or the fear of being next. One of Chan's close friends, Hyungjin brought Min and Suzy, a short bubbly girl and a baby faced angel of a girl who were dating another brotherhood member, and you watched as the masked man shoot both of them point blank as they begged for there life before he pointed the gun at you.

yA pop rang out in the air and instead of you going into the pile of bodies with Min and Suzy, it was the masked man. POP! Another one shot down Chan, you came loose from his grip as he fell into the piles. However before you could run the shooter grabbed you. "Let's go!" his voice was rough but his touch was gentle yet urgent. He led you through the ballroom avoiding the gunshots with skill, as though he was trained for this his entire life. You knew who he was, everyone did. Jiyong Kwon, son of YoungHwan Kwon leader of the Red Dragon's and next to take over. Once you were outside he rushed you into a car and drove as fast as he can while cops sped past him heading to the bloody scene which would later be called THE BALLROOM MASSACRE.

He brought you back to his lavish penthouse and brought a doctor (thats how you reconnected with me) to check on you and him. Physically, you were unhurt minus a few scratches but mentally- you were not. He suggested you stay with him for a few days until everything cooled down. And during that time, the news of the event, soiled your mind more and more everyday as more and more bodies were counted as dead. People you knew, people who you laughed with, cried with, loved. Gone. No news of what happened to Jay - you presumed he was dead. Only seeing Jackson on the TV, beat up and on crutches. Through all that Jiyong was there for you, one drunken night bringing you close, spilling secrets to each other with the only witness the fire that burned in the fireplace as you drank. Those few days turned into months and soon you found yourself in love with the man especially when he drafted another peace treaty with the other mafia families and excited those who killed at the Ballroom Massacre.

Which is how you ended up with two children babbling upstairs. You aren't sure how you became pregnant - not at first at least. You were careful or at least you thought you were. You used condoms, even had an IUD. But one day you were feeling nauseous and bloated and tender and he suggested going to the doctor. He made me come to the house and take blood, a few minutes later you found you were pregnant. And though Jiyong tried to hide it, we argued or were cold with each other every time we saw each other. 7 months later you gave birth to Anastasia Min-Lee Kwon and Apollo Taehyun Kwon and you were married at a huge ceremony in the city that was more protected then the royal family. But like all good things, that too must come to an end and thats when your life, which seemed to be going to well fell apart in your hands.

"About" stomach turned as you thought about that day only a week and a half ago. You sat in my house, a smaller less extravagant house then yours however the garden that surrounded it was a perfect place to sit. A gazebo gifted to us by Jiyong after I helped you after the massacre, is where we sat. Eating at the small table watching while, Marceline and Salem played with the babies, your nannies enjoying that they are getting a quick break in this picturesque area.

You smiled hearing the sound of your babies laughing, happy to hear it without your father in law interrupting the noise, you were about to comment on it when I interrupted your thoughts. "I wish I could have protected them better." Your eyebrow raised at the serious of my tone but before you could ask I spoke again "with Marcie mostly," I clarified "Salem - he doesn't know all that Marceline knows." I hadn't really gotten into what happened in the past before I showed up back in this town. But I left with a man named Negan and came back with a little girl and a friendship with Mr. YoungHwan Kwon and a body guard only known to you as Suga.

You weren't sure what to say so you said "We do all we can, you know. You're a good mother." You looked at me concerned seeing something clearly on my mind. "Whats wrong?"

"I'm sorry, adi." Confused you just looked at me waiting for me to explain. "I wished I could have protected you too."

Your mind flicked to the bloody mess of that night and you shook your head, in an attempt to stop thinking about it. "You couldn't have known, you weren't even there."

"I wished that I could have protected you from Jiyong," I said and your mind swirled in even more confusion. "I should have warned you when he took you from Jay. But I didn't want to believe he would do that- I was so stupid. Yoongi told me but I didn't believe him. Then when you got pregnant- Yoongi and me were trying to have Sunday. He was so happy when he first held him, I don't think ive ever seen him happier. The smile didn't leave his face for weeks and even now every time he speaks about the kids his face still lights up the same way it did all those years ago. He even tattooed there names on his chest, that was the first thing he did out of the hospital. I saw the same thing in Taeyang when he had his son, and in Bom and her husband; just pure unfiltered joy." You raised an eyebrow about to ask what that had to do with anything when I looked at you. "When I Jiyong told me you were pregnant, that look - wasn't there. It was something else; something darker, like he had just accomplished his master plan. Then I remembered you told me you had an IUD and you wore condoms. So after I took your blood, I went into your bedroom and searched until I found the condoms and went to the sink. I filled all of them with water and each one had holes in it. I told Yoongi about it and he questioned the other doctor on Jiyong's payroll - after about an hour with Yoongi he admitted to drugging your wine and taking it out."

Your heart sunk, no, your husband wouldn't do that to you. I was mistaken - it had to be some kind of joke. You shook your head but I nodded.

"Its true." I said "and he found out I knew, thats when you caught us arguing. He knew after getting you knocked up, you'd marry him. He pretended he was the perfect husband so why wouldn't you?" You looked down at your ring instantly feeling nauseous.

"Why didn't you say something?!" you shouted bitterly catching the attention of the nannies. I waved at them to continue and told you to stay quiet. "Why should I?!"

"Because he's listening." I said motioning to the ladies. One of them carried a small device pinned to her chest, it was supposed to be just a pin but I knew what they were. A little transmitter like Negan used to use.

You're heart beat fast in your chest and you forced yourself to be quieter. "why didn't you tell me?" I motioned once again to the kids. "Oh please, Jiyong wouldn't kill kids." I sighed and unfolded a small series of pictures. There you saw pictures - candid shots of mine and Yoongi's small family, shopping, eating, taking them to school along with a phone number written in Jiyong's district handwriting along with the words 'Keep my secret and ill keep yours'. "What does this mean? who's phone number is this?"

"Negan's." I said simply and before you can ask why can't he know I stopped you. "I didn't just leave Negan. I escaped from him, he wouldn't let me leave and he killed everyone who tried to help me or talk to me. His entire fucking compound is decorated with the body parts of people I used to be friends with. He wanted me to rely on him and only him. He wouldn't even let me out with Marcie without him. When I left he told me he'd kill Marceline in front of me if I didn't come back to him. For the next week he killed a woman every single day, just cause they sort of looked like me. The day I got out of that town he killed a woman and her son because he thought it was me and Marcie in disguise, the little boy was only 4 years old and he shot him in front of his mother and strung her up on a tree in the park. Imagine what he would do to them" I looked at the laughing children, "or Yoongi, I know if I ever see Negan again I'm dead but I'm not going to let him find out about anyone else."

For a while you were silent, sitting in the news that shattered your view of your once perfect family. "Why now?" You asked after a while.

"We're leaving - it's the only safe option and I want you to come with us. Take your children and come with us. You aren't safe there." I said and you let out a shaky sigh "Yoongi is the best at disappearing; we'll be untraceable." You heard the nannies in the distance telling the kids its time to go inside and I stood up. You eyes wandered to the children running towards you while the nannies, wheeled the baby carriages over towards us.

"Mommy!" Marceline shouted holding up a handful of flowers "Look!" The nannies approached at a quick speed, to quick for your liking; if you were going to meet me, how were your going to know where?

"Look like its time to go Mrs. Kwon" one of them said to you "Mr. Kwon is calling."

"Good;" I smiled acting as though I didn't drop that bomb on you. "Have a good trip home," I lifted your twins out of there carriage and kissed each on the cheek. "say goodbye to your aunt." My children wrapped there small arms around your legs shoving flowers into your hands and pockets, causing you to laugh and hug each of them. I hugged you tight and picked up a flower that fell from your pocket and put it in your hand where you felt the soft piece of paper wrapped smoothly around the stem. "I hope to see you soon."

Now a week and a half later you still had the piece of paper buried in the small flap under the felt of your jewelry box watching as Jiyong laughed with TOP at a show they were both watching wondering how your life got so fucked up.

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All Right, All Might: Ch.13

PART TWO of the UA sports Festival arc! After going toe to toe with TOEdoroki, what will happen to young Izuku? I mean we already all know whats going to happen -- but lets find out what happens between the lines...

Word Count: 5,173 Rating: PG

———————— CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAL! Part 2

The two teachers sat side by side, Toshinori had one hand on his arm rest - white knuckling it - and his other hand was laced with Keri’s. She absentmindedly ran her thumb over his calloused skin, sending calming waves into his body, trying to keep him from passing out. 

Toshinori grit his teeth, “He’s using One for All at 100 percent each time - he’s sacrificing his fingers to keep up with Todoroki.”

Nodding Keri sighed, “He knows what he’s doing. It’s reckless, but it will pay off, whether he wins the match or not.” 

“What do you mean or not?” He shot a look to her. 

Keri sighed, “Enji has been training that boy since he could walk. You really think Izuku will stand much of a chance? I’m just being logical honey.” 

The blonde nodded and grunted, looking back out on the field. 

“That kid is already better than your average pro!” Someone in the stadium called out. 

It was met with the answer, “Well, what do you expect from the son of the number two hero?” 

Toshinori grabbed the railing, standing up, “He can’t keep doing this. He is barely affected by his full armed smash - come on Midoriya, just give up.” He mumbled. 

Keri stood and walked beside him, “And you think the person you picked is going to give up so easily? Would you?”

He looked down and sighed, “This isn’t a villain attack, Ree…” 

“No its not, but you did tell him to tell the world he’s here,” she looked to him, “I’m not saying this is your fault or anything, I’m just saying. This kid wants to prove to himself that he’s worthy of your power.” 

Sighing he kept looking at the arena as Shoto taunted his pupil, shooting another large-scale ice column toward the other boy. 

“TODOROKI USES ANOTHER POWERFUL ICE BLAST!! WILL THIS BE THE FINISHING MOVE!?” Mic screamed out. 

Just then - the ice shattered. 

“What!? No!” Keri hissed softly, “For the love of God.”

The crowd could tell Izuku was speaking to his opponent, but it twas mostly inaudible until, “You think you can beat me using half your strength!?” The boy clenched his fist, “COME AT ME WITH ALL YOU’VE GOT!” 

The close quarter combat began, and although Izuku was significantly hurt, Todoroki’s spirit was staring to falter. Patho knew that the outcome of this fight could change the game when it came to Shoto’s therapy from here on out. She just didn’t want it to come with such a high cost for Izuku, “DID YOU SEE THAT?!” Toshinori interrupted her thoughts. 

“A SOLID HIT BY YOUNG MIDORIYA!” 

“The kid hit Todoroki!” Someone shouted in the crowd. 

Looking across the stadium, Keri laid eyes on Enji. He was staring intently down at the ring. She didn’t even need her quirk to know that he must be absolutely furious. 

All Might clenched his fists as suddenly Cementos’ slow and even voice called out, “Midnight. Do you want me to step in? Midoriya knows Recovery Girl will heal his injuries after the match - he’s full of adrenaline right now, but those injuries are serious. He probably wouldn’t even be able to fight in his next match, even if she can heal him in one go. He’s sacrificing himself. At this rate, he might end up with permanent damage.” 

Keri’s hand flew to her boyfriend’s, her hand was trembling, “Cementos — Do something!” She called to him.

“I WANT TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO BE A HERO! AND I’LL GIVE IT MY ALL. JUST LIKE YOU SHOULD BE!” Izuku screamed to Todoroki after landing a head-butt to the boys torso, “There’s no way I can know what you’ve gone through. Or why you’re even here. Your life has been so much different than mine. But right now? STOP SCREWING AROUND. If you want to reject your father, fine. But you don’t have any right to be number one IF YOU WON’T USE YOUR FULL POWER!” He ran forward, charging up for another hit, “THATS WHY I’LL WIN THIS! THAT’S WHY I’LL SURPASS YOU!” 

The young duo-haired boy mumbled something. 

“ITS YOURS! NOT HIS! ITS YOUR QUIRK!” 

Keri squeezed Toshinori’s hand — and then a tornado of fire erupted from the boy in the ring, “Toshi!” 

“IS THAT!?” Mic screamed. 

“YEEEEESSSSS SHOTO!” The booming voice of Enji Todoroki came from the stands as he descended toward the stadium, “HAVE YOU FINALLY ACCEPTED YOUR PURPOSE!? VERY GOOD! THIS IS THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA FOR US! WITH MY BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS YOU WILL SURPASS ME, AND LIVE UP TO THE REASON I CREATED YOU!” 

“What a piece of trash - just wait until I get down there I’ll — ah!” 

Toshinori grabbed onto her waist as she tried to leave the teachers box, “Stop, Keri. You can’t take on Endeavor, and he is making enough of an ass of himself on his own. His power level isn’t the only reason he’s number 2. His popularity stinks.” 

“WELL - IT SEEMS LIKE ENDEAVOR CAME DOWN TO OFFER WORDS OF….. ENCOURAGEMENT? WHAT A DOTING FATHER…” 

 The display in front of everyone was mind-blowing to say the least. Not only was Izuku jumping and dodging with a speed and agility someone with his injuries shouldn’t sustain - but Shoto’s power was spectacular. He was a monstrosity of fire and ice, and it was beautiful and terrifying. 

“THATS IT MIDNIGHT!” Cementos shouted as he activated his quirk, “ONE OF THEM COULD BE KILLED!” 

As the two teens flew at one another with intent to be the best, several pillars of cement flew up between them - stopping them from hitting one another. Chaos ensued as the attacks blasted the cement to pieces, sending chunks of it flying with the sheer wind force they created. All Might pulled Keri into his side, using his lanky arm to shield her head from any debris, “Head down, sunflower!” He shouted. 

She clutched his suit jacket, making a soft noise of shock. 

 “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED RIGHT NOW? WHAT IS UP WITH THESE STUDENTS?!” 

“The fire rapidly heated the cement around the ring, and then it rapidly cooled,” Aizawa commented dully over the intercom. 

“WAIT, THATS WHAT CAUSED THE EXPLOSION!? HOW HOT DID THAT FIRE GET!? I CANT EVEN SEE WHATS GOING ON DOWN THERE! IS THE MATCH EVEN STILL GOING?” 

The smoke started to clear, Keri pulled her face out of All Might’s chest long enough to blink out the form of Izuku, “Toshi — He’s hurt!” She choked out a gasp. 

“THATS IT — MIDORIYA IS OUT OF BOUNDS!” Midnight announced, “TODOROKI WINS! HE ADVANCES TO THE THIRD ROUND!” 

The crowd went wild with fanfare. 

She grabbed Toshinori’s hand and pulled him, “We’re going down there. NOW.” 

He nodded and held her hand in return, running with her down the steps toward Recovery Girl’s temporary office. Midoriya was on his way there on a stretcher, unconscious.

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“The bones in your right arm are shattered, I’m afraid it will never be the same going forward. I need to remove some bone fragments or they will get stuck in your joints. Then I can heal you afterward,” Recovery Girl shot a look to Toshinori and Keri, looking down with a sigh before she spoke again, “Toshinori, you lit a fire under this child and pushed him too hard. Look at what he’s done to make you proud. I don’t like it one bit. You’re going too far. You AND the boy. Don’t praise him for what he’s done today,” she pointed. 

“Chiyo,” Keri started before Ochaco and Tenya burst into the room.

“DEKU!” 

“Midoriya!!” 

All Might coughed and lurched forward before the kids noticed him, “You scared the crap out of me…” 

“Oh - hello, it’s nice to meet you,” Ururaka smiled a little at the lithe form of the man she did not recognize as the number one hero. 

Recovery Girl interrupted, “He is in no shape for visitors.”

“Hey guys… shouldn’t you be watching the matches?” 

“The ring was far too damaged. They’re taking a short break.” 

“That was the scariest thing I have ever seen,” Mineta commented as he walked in, “What hero is going to want a sidekick that hurts himself to win?” 

Keri spun on her heels, “Minoru!” 

Tsuyu hit him with her tongue, “Okay - now you’re just rubbing salt in his wounds. I don’t think now is the time.” 

“I’m just telling the truth!” 

Patho stood, "Minoru you and I will have a TALK about this when school is back in session."

“YOU ARE ALL MUCH TOO NOISY,” Recovery Girl said firmly as she approached the students, “I know you are all worried. But I’ve got to focus on surgery right now.” 

“SURGERY!?” The kids all called out at once. Slowly leaving as Recovery girl showed them out.

 Keri turned back to the boy and set her hand on his forehead gently, stroking his hair back as her body began to glow. She had to try and ease his mind and his pain. 

“I’m sorry,” Izuku groaned, “I couldn’t do what you asked of me… If I shut up, not said anything, I could have beaten him…” The boy’s eyes began to water as he looked up at his idol in shame. 

Keri’s eyes filled with tears as well as she kept sending calm energy into the boy, she looked up to All Might, seeing a very different side of the affect heroes can have on the kids they inspire. 

All Might turned back to him, “You made Todoroki realize something very important about himself today.” 

“I guess so… in his first match… he looked so sad. I was trying to figure out why, when I should have been focused. I made a huge mistake though. In our match I just was so frustrated - I couldn’t see the big picture, or what it would take to win — I’m s- sorry.” 

“Its true that the match didn’t go how we wanted it to, and realizing where you went wrong wont change that. But listen, meddling when you shouldn’t have to is the essence of being a hero.” 

Chiyo sighed and went to prepare the things for Izuku’s surgery, “You two need to wait outside. I have to get this done fast so he can get up and be able to walk. Out.”

Toshinori flashed a thumbs up at Deku and moved away, “I’ll be right here when she’s done, okay?” 

Keri sighed and kissed his forehead, “We both will be.”

  In the deserted hallway, with the echoing sound of Mic from the booth, Toshinori slid down against the wall and buried his face in his knees as he pulled them to his chest, “I did it again, I failed him again.” 

“Toshi,” she sighed and knelt beside him, facing him, “Come on now, don’t sulk.” 

The older man looked up at her, tears running down his cheeks, “I’m a terrible hero.” 

Rolling her eyes she pushed his bangs from his face and tucked them behind his ear, “You are not a terrible hero. You might be not that great of a teacher, but you are one hell of a hero. You need to be able to work with him one on one. You’re spending too much time out in the field still. That's why most of the faculty here don’t work that much as heroes, unless specifically needed.” 

“I’ve never been good at teaching - my master wasn’t either.” 

“Gran Torino?” She blinked. 

He shook his head, “No… Nana Shimura.” 

Her eyes widened, “Nana Shimura was your mentor?” She gasped, “Does that mean?” 

Nodding his head he tried to wipe his tears away, “She was the seventh holder of One for All. She passed it onto me when I was a quirkless teenager, like Izuku. But she wasn’t that good at teaching either, so she asked Gran Torino to help her… and then she died…” 

“Oh Toshi… I’m so sorry…” 

“No one knows this part of the story, Keri… they aren’t supposed to. Honestly, I shouldn’t have told you about One for All in the first place… I just… when I look at you I can’t help but want to tell you everything.” 

Sighing she nodded and gently wiped his cheeks, “How did she die?” 

“She was killed…” He took a deep breath, “I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you about my power… since you already know about it.”

She sat beside him and took his hand in hers, ready to listen to whatever he needed to say. 

“Once, long ago, two brothers were born - one quirkless, one with a quirk dubbed All for One. All for One could steal quirks from people to use for himself, or give them to others. The man can also stockpile quirks, he has so many of them - and no one knows what they are. His little brother thought it was horrific, so All for One gave his seemingly quirkless brother a quirk. Power Stockpiling - However, unbeknownst to either one of them, the younger brother already had a Quirk with no other power than that it could be transferred to another person. The transference Quirk and the power stockpiling Quirk merged into one and from then on became One For All,” he took a deep breath, “The younger brother somehow discovered this. He had a strong sense of justice and he tried to defeat All For One, but given the huge difference in their strength, he failed. The younger brother decided to entrust the Quirk to future generations of Heroes, hoping that they would cultivate One For All and one day put a stop to All For One.” 

“Toshi…” she whispered softly. 

“All for One, has lived all of these years trying to take over the underworld and then make himself lord over our society, he has also been trying to steal One for All as soon as he learned about it, but he has failed every time,” his eyes welled with tears, “He found me when I was eighteen. Nana threw herself into the way, pushing me aside and into Gran Torino’s arms so I could be taken to safety… as she sacrificed herself… for me.” 

The woman stood on her knees and hugged her arms around the tall blonde’s body as he cried. The two of them cried together there in the hallway for a few minutes before she whispered, “Is that what happened… to you… five years ago?” 

He nodded gently, “I won that fight but…” 

“But what, sweetheart?” 

“I think he’s still out there. That Nomu from the USJ attack… he had multiple quirks. He was some kind of Frankenstein’s monster. And there’s only one person capable of that to my knowledge. And he can’t get his hands on Midoriya.” 

She nodded and rubbed his back, “You need to save that issue for another day, Toshinori. I know its real bad if it’s true, but… right now you need to focus on being strong for that boy in there, and all the other kids who look to you as a mentor, and be your best for them.” 

Looking over to her, he looked into her blue eyes, her forehead glowing with pink light. He tried to memorize everything about her face as the fear crept into his heart that maybe Gran Torino was right. It was reckless to fall in love. Until he knew for sure about All for One - how could he distract himself with romance? How could he bring her knowingly into danger. He would have to talk to his mentor face to face. 

For now, he just leaned forward and kissed her, sighing as he leaned into her embrace. She stroked his hair back and when she pulled away, she gingerly used her sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, “There…” 

He gave a small smile and kissed her again, until they heard a voice clear behind them, “You can come back in now.” 

Flushing, Toshinori stood and held out his hands for his girlfriend to help her up, “Coming… sorry.” 

Following her inside the room, she walked over to Izuku, starting to dress and kiss his wounds, “There… that should be enough that you can walk - but take it easy, do you hear me?” 

“Thank you ma’am - ah…” the boy looked down at his right hand, which was scarred and a little crooked. 

Recovery girl sighed, “May your crooked right hand be a reminder for what is at stake if you use more power than your body can withstand, and just so you know. I will NOT heal injuries like this ANYMORE,” she seemed like she was finished until she turned, “You must find a new way to teach him to use his power. There must be a way that is not so destructive.” 

The three of them went to leave the nurse’s office when she called out, “Patho, would you stay behind a moment?” 

She shot a look to Toshi and a small smile as she turned back, “Of course.”

  Once the boys were on their way back to the festival, Chiyo sighed, “Keri… this can’t go on like this. He can’t be so flippant in teaching that boy.” 

She steeled herself, “He knows, Chiyo.” 

“Its not enough for him to know!” She huffed, “He needs to DO something about it!” 

“And what am I supposed to do?” Keri threw her hands up, “I’m not his keeper. Dating someone for two weeks doesn’t make me some kind of All Might whisperer.” 

“Oh please, you have had him tied around your finger since he met you, don’t you understand that? He looks to you. I know you have been hands off with Izuku because you’re trying to let Toshinori handle it, but he’s not handling it. The poor man didn’t even have any parents.” 

“What…?” She knit her brows together. 

Chiyo sighed, “Toshinori didn’t have any parents growing up. And he was quirkless. I’ve seen his medical records. He used to get bullied by kids with quirks and they’d hurt him so bad he’d end up in the hospital. He’s never been married, he’s had no one to really look after him since he returned from America all those years ago. Until now.” 

“So what do you want me to do? Be his pseudo mom?” She scoffed.

“Oh knock it off, Keri,” she scolded, “You need to help him with Izuku. Help him figure it out, help him put the pieces together. Help Izuku with more counseling, they both have the world on their shoulders.” 

“And you want me to be Atlas.” 

The older woman took a deep breath, “You’re the only one strong enough to be, I think.” 

Keri nodded, “I understand… and I’m sorry for all the trouble this is causing you.” 

She nodded, “Everything will be alright in time, I know that to be true, but right now… he needs to focus. Both of them do. And so do you.” 

“I understand…��� 

“Off with you now…” she sighed, “I need to clean up in here before someone else needs some first aid.” 

“I’ll see you later, Chiyo.” 

“I honestly hope you don’t,” she looked up and smiled a little. 

Keri smiled back and headed out toward the stands as well.

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“AND NOW THE FINAL MATCHUP - SHOTO TODOROKI AND KATSUKI BAKUGO!  THIS IS GOING TO BE LEGENDARY GUYS!”

“And the crowd goes wild, right?” Keri smiled as she walked up behind All Might.

Turning with a surprise he smiled a little, “Hey - everything alright?” 

She nodded, “Chiyo needed to scold me for not being a better help for you and Izuku.” 

“What?! That’s absurd - you're not responsible for my failings.” 

“No, but… I do need to be more involved for you, she’s right. I’ve been letting counseling with Izuku fall to the wayside because I have been letting you handle it. But I need to change that… Tenya?” 

“Huh?” All Might turned and saw what Keri had seen, Tenya Ida running down the hall to the locker rooms, “Whats that about?”

“I’ll go find out.” 

“I’ll come with you.” 

“No,” she put her hands up, “No, you have important All Might stuff to do for the end of the festival. This is a guidance counselor situation, I can feel it.” 

“You’re going to be back… to watch me do All Might stuff… right?” 

She smiled, “Of course,” with that she turned and started to jog after where Ida had gone.

 Turning into the locker room she knocked, “Tenya! Are you in there? Is everything alright?” 

The tall young man came out, dressed in his normal clothes, “Miss Chairo…” he looked like he was crying, “I have to go. It’s a family emergency.” 

“Oh no, Tenya what’s happened.” 

“A… a villain, got my older brother. He’s in the hospital.” 

The woman put her hand on his arm, “Oh Tenya, I’m so sorry. Tensei is such a nice man… do you know anything?” 

He shook his head, “My mom just called… they want me to come home right away, he’s in the hospital in emergency surgery now. That villain is going to pay…” 

She knit her brows together, “Now, Tenya, you listen to me. You are to stick to the rules, and you are to leave this to the professionals,” taking out a small notepad from her pocket she scrawled down her cell phone, “This is my cellphone number. Anything you need, you just call me, okay?” 

He nodded, steeling himself as he took it, “Thank you Miss Chairo.” 

She nodded, “I’ll go tell Midnight you had to leave.” 

“Thank you again…” 

“And I mean it, Tenya. You call me. For anything.” 

He nodded and turned, picking up his bag as he made his way out of the stadium.

The woman ran as fast as she could down onto the field, pulling at Nemuri’s arm as Todoroki and Bakugo fought one another, “Patho?” 

“Nemuri- we need to talk.” 

“Whats up?” She turned briefly. 

“Ingenium has been attacked by a villain. He’s in critical condition in the hospital, Tenya has been called home to be with his family, he had to leave immediately.” 

Nodding she put her hand on Patho’s shoulder, “Understood, thank you, Keri.” 

Turning her head - she saw him walk in - All Might, in all his glory. She smiled a little at him as she stood there with Midnight. He grinned brightly and winked at her, “I see you made it in time, Patho.” 

Sighing she smiled, “I wouldn’t miss a chance to see All Might in a million years.” 

“HOWITZER…. IMPACT!!!!!” Bakugo’s blast vibrated the whole stadium and the explosion caused many to shield their eyes. 

“WOW! BAKUGO COMBINED SPEED AND POWER TO TURN HIMSELF INTO A HUMAN MISSILE! BUT WE DIDN’T SEE TODOROKI FIRE UP THAT AWESOME POWER WE SAW IN HIS FIGHT AGAINST MIDORIYA - SO WHAT HAS BECOME OF OUR TWO TOP COMPETITORS?!” 

“Oh god…” Keri cupped her mouth as the dust cleared, and she saw Shoto unconscious in the pile of his own ice. Whatever strength he had gotten before to use his full potential, he’d backtracked. She knew this would be bad for Katsuki. 

“What!? You decided not to use your fire!? NO!” The ash blonde limped to where Shoto lay passed out, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt. 

“Young Bakugo…” All Might whispered. 

“HEY! YOU! STOP MESSING AROUND! THIS ISN’T A REAL WIN FOR ME IF YOU DON’T TRY HARDER! YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME! GET UP!” 

Midnight lifted her sleeve, releasing the pheromones that lay underneath. Katsuki soon slumped to the floor. Keri went to run to him - but All Might held her back once again.

“Todoroki is out of bounds, that means BAKUGO IS THE WINNER!” 

“AAAAAND WITH THAT THE FINAL MATCH IS OFFICIALLY OVER! THE FIRST YEAR CHAMPION OF THE UA SPORTS CHAMPION IS KATSUKI BAKUGO OF CLASS 1-A!!!” 

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“NO! Absolutely not! This is despicable!” The guidance counselor shrieked at Nezu and Cementos as they secured the muzzle to Bakugo’s face. The boy was chained like a criminal as he screamed in vain and wrestled with his bindings, “YOU LET HIM OUT OF THIS NOW!” 

“Miss Chairo. Katsuki is out of control and he refuses to calm down.” 

“THIS,” she motioned, “Is not the way to handle it! He is upset! If you would only give me a few more minutes with him!” 

“NO. Miss Chairo. Do not make me say it again. You are dismissed.” 

Her mouth hung dumbfounded as she shot at look to Katsuki, he was staring at her with such intensity, almost pleading for her help. She grunted, “This is not the last time we will have a talk about this, SIR,” she practically spat and walked back into the stands, fuming. 

 “Keri- please, you need to calm down,” All Might tried to reason with her.

“THEY MUZZLED HIM LIKE A DOG! DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! THIS IS AN ETHICAL VIOLATION! AND YOU’RE GOING TO GO ALONG WITH IT!?” 

All Might frowned and leaned in, pulling her close by her arm in his large form, “Please sweetheart— please, for me, for the kids… please calm down.”

She grunted, “I’m not going to take this laying down.” 

He smiled and kissed her softly, “I know you’re not baby, that’s why you’re the best person for this job. And I want you to fight it. But right now, its happening whether we want it to or not,” kissing her again - neither of them noticed the man standing in the hallway - a camera protruding from his chest as he took a candid shot of the two heroes sharing a gentle kiss. 

Waving the Polaroid he smirked, walking away.

All Might sighed and smiled, “Time to be,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Mister number one.” 

Keri ended up smiling a little at that, hitting his broad chest, “Knock em dead, sweetheart.” 

He smirked and ran off to where his mark was.

  “THE FIRST YEAR STUDENTS HAVE COMPLETED ALL OF THE EVENTS OF THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAL, NOW ITS TIME TO RELAX AND ENJOY THE AWARDS CEREMONY!” 

The platform raised and Bakugo was screaming. Keri steeled herself. He looked like a wild animal in a cage.

“Tenya Ida actually shares then third place spot with Tokoyami. Unfortunately he had to leave for family reasons - gotta love those familial bonds,” Midnight explained to the paparazzi, “AND NOW, its time for the hardware… and the only person worthy to hand out the awards is…"

The podium began to raise from the highest part of the rafters, “HA HA HA HA!!!” All Might called out, his theme song blaring on the intercom, “CITIZEN’S I AM HERE! FOR THE—“ 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN A BONIFIDE HERO!” She accidentally cut him off as he landed dramatically in the stadium, “I… ruined that didn’t I.” 

Keri put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. 

“WELL ALL MIGHT! Now that you’re here! Why don’t you start the presentation!” 

 Walking over to Tokoyami, he picked up one of the two bronze medals, “HA HA, YOUNG TOKOYAMI, CONGRATULATIONS, YOU SHOWED GREAT STRENGTH OUT THERE.”

“Your words humble me, sir.” 

“However!” The man moved in to hug the young teen, "You have to do more training if you’re going to face different kinds of villains. You’re not going to be able to rely on your quirk with every villain you face.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“YOUNG TODOROKI. Congratulations. I’m assuming there is a reason you didn’t use your left side. Though it cost you the final.” 

“Midoriya opened my eyes during out match, but then I started doubting myself in the end. I think I understand a little about why you’re so interested in him… I want to be the kind of hero you are, but my path isnt as clear as I thought it was. I have a lot of things to think about. And I have to take care of some things with someone, very soon.” 

“I’ve never seen this look on your face before,” All Might moved to hug Todoroki as well, “I wont ask for details, but trust yourself. I’m sure you’ll work things out.” 

“Right.” He sighed.

Keri smiled a little and sighed as he walked up to Bakugo. 

“YOUNG BAKUGO - well… this is a little much,” he said as he went to remove the muzzle. Keri smiled, grateful that in a small way he was honoring her wishes, “Well, you did what you said you would do in the pledge. You’re true to your word.”

“ALL MIGHT…” His low voice was like venom, “Winning first place like this… I WON’T ACCEPT IT!!! EVEN IF EVERYONE CONSIDERS ME THE WINNER!” 

“In a world where we’re constantly being compared to one another, there are very few who can keep their eyes focused on the top spot.  You’re one of those people,” he paused and Bakugo remained seething, “Please accept this medal. Even if you think of it as a scar. Something you’ll never forget.” 

“I DON’T WANT THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE!” 

“Come on now…” 

“GET THAT TRASH OFF OF ME!!!!!” 

He ended up with it in his mouth.

“HERE THEY ARE! THE WINNERS OF THIS YEARS SPORTS FESTIVAL! BUT LISTEN CLOSELY, ANY OF YOU FIRST YEARS COULD HAVE ENDED UP ON THIS PODIUM. THINK ABOUT TODAY, YOU’VE CHALLENGED EACH OTHER, LEARNED, AND CLIMBED THAT MUCH FURTHER TO BECOMING PROS! I THINK THE NEXT GENERATION OF HEROES IS GOING TO BE THE BEST YET!” He punctuated it with a point of his finger to the sky. 

“SO I HAVE ONE MORE THING TO SAY - I WANT YOU ALL TO SAY IT WITH ME! UA…. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR YOUR HARD WORK —“ 

As the rest of the whole stadium screamed, “PLUS ULTRA — “

The booing that ensued from people screaming why didnt All Might use this perfect opportunity to use his catch phrase. The man shrank on the spot and did his best to try and apologize, as he waved and walked off the field he groaned, “That was awful.” 

 Keri ran over to him, and grabbed his arm, “Hey - thank you.” 

“For what?” He turned to look down at her.

The look she gave him was nothing short of adoration, “Taking Katsuki’s mask off.”

“Well… you were upset. And it was really a lot.” 

“You’re my hero, Toshinori Yagi,” she smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly, “Thank you so much for being so wonderful.” 

“Okay, okay… the classes will be assembling to give the announcement that the next two days are free days…” 

She nodded, “I want to take a trip to Hosu.” 

“For young Ida?” 

Keri nodded again, “Yes… you should come with me.” 

He nodded, “Okay, Sunflower.” 

She nodded again and yawned softly. 

“You know what we should do tonight?” He gave a smile and winked when she looked back at him, “We should spend the next two days hunkered down at home and doing all kinds of domestic things together.” 

Chuckling gently, “Toshinori, are you suggesting we play house?” 

He nodded and smiled brightly, “Thats exactly what I am suggesting,” She laughed gently, and after a few moments he smirked, “Well…? Whats your answer?” 

She blushed and giggled, “I accept.” 

[lambvein]

Cheerful Host-part 9 (Reupload)

The past months have been hell on earth. A nightmare come true. These dumb fucking bimbos have been training me to reply to their every command whether it be to finger my pussy or fondle my nipples or bounce up and down to make my massive knockers bounce in public…but I wont give in to their orders!…unfortunately I have a bad feeling my decision to disobey will prove fruitless and harmful to me and my assets.

“Where are you taking me? Why are we going back to the mall, havent you embaressed me enough in that victoria’s secret earlier? What else could you sluts possibly want?” I spoke to the hive of bimbos in an annoyed tone.

Juggs responded “well a perfect bimbo needs a perfect makeover isnt that right ladies? And what better place to start than getting those already fat lips pumped up even more hehe!”.

“What?!?! No, please I already have ridiculously fake, plastic jugs and booty please I cant handle any more implants!” I begged the bimbos.

“Thats exactly the point silly billy! We, like already pumped up your tits and ass so now we need to top off this bimbo cake with some big, fat, fake dick sucking lips!” ariana spoke in a mocking voice.

I began to tear up at the thought of how goofy I would look with massive fake lips and how hard it would be to speak or communicate

“Please ladies, dont do this to me I will do anything…anything at all!”.

“Awe mega mountains thats cute, if we want something from you we will make you do it…speaking of which…play with us right now! Hands on your tits and pussy, girl!” Juggs demanded.

“WHAT!?!? Were in the middle of a fucking mall are you crazy?!?!” I whispered into my cleavage as to not seem crazy infront of the crowd of mall-goers bustling the crowded building.

“EXACTLY!” The bimbos all shouted at once.

I then began to feel the all too familiar feeling of my pussy and nipples swelling up…it felt…AMAZING.

“wont you play with us now, mountains…come on you know you want too” nicki spoke in a seducing, childish tone.

“Hurry up bitch, were not letting you go anywhere until you obey us!” Jugs shouted in the back of my mind.

I gave in to the feelings and dove my hands into my tight top and shorts and began to play with myself. My attempts to stifle my moans proved to be no help as every passing pedestrian either looked at me disgusted, whistled at me or copped a feel themselves.

“Hmmmm these horny guys grabbing a feel gives me an idea, mountains present your huge jugs to the next chick that walks by and beg her to feel you up hahahaha!” Juggs suggested, the other 59 bimbos controlling me all laughed at my situation and decided to pump up the sensitivity in my delicate areas.

The slightest brush from my tight clothes was enough to bring up an accidental squeal in ecstasy. Without hesitation I hefted my titties up to an approaching goth high schooler who had just exited the mall’s hot topic.

“Please, please play with my tits! I need release so bad!” I shouted at the young lady as my knees were shaking and my arms were swiftly giving out from attempting to carry my enormous knockers.

“What the fuck!?!? No way you dumb bimbo!” The goth hissed at me before storming off, dissapearing into the dense crowd of shoppers.

“Girls, please make this end. My shorts are soaking wet and im so tired from hefting my boobs around in everyones faces amd playing with myself for the past hour” I begged the bimbos.

Juggs replied “Okay fine mountains…we will save this for later when your makeover is done!”.

The bimbos all squealed at my suffering as they swiftly brought me back to my feet out of my puddle of pleasure and strutted me over to the mall’s lip injection clinic. The sluts strapped me down to a leather chair in the back of the store as a curvy nurse holding several needles appeared.

“Oh my god can we please talk abou…” my speech was cut off by the nurse pumping the needles into my face all at once.

The sensation of my lips filling to the brim with silicone felt terrible. It took several minutes to finish her injections and by the time she finished half of my view was obstructed by my now cartoonishly large top lip.

“Mmpppff mmppff mmpppfff!” I lost the ability to open my mouth enough to create words.

My lips have become too fat and heavy to be able to open my mouth. “Perfect! I have never done silicone injections that large before but I made a special case for you so you better enjoy it!” The nurse said to me in a cheerul tone as she grabbed a handful of my bottom lip to test its thickness.

“This is perfect! No more backtalk from miss mega mountains!” Nicki interjected.

The sluts all cackled at my inability to speak as I was lifted up off the leather seat and out of the nurse’s office.

“Next stop, a new wardrobe!” Jugs announced.

“Mmmmmppppfff!” I attempted to plead to the sluts.

“Silly mountains theres no point in rebelling. We just took away your one way of communicating with the outside world. You are all ours now” juggs said with a triumphant jiggle of my colossal titties.

“Now play with us…or else…” Nicki demanded.

I didnt hesitate and quickly stuffed my hands down my bra and worked my nipples as best as I could to satisfy the bimbos. Several people passing by either gave me a dirty look, blushed, looked away or hollered at me like some kind of dog. After several minutes and many awkward interactions we approached a lingerie shop I had never noticed in the mall before.

“Alright ladies GO WILD!” Juggs announced to her hive of sluts as I was forced to sprint into the sex shop as my big boobs hit me in the face several times.

The sluts selected several outfits: a christmas themed bikini, a sexy nun costume, a leopard print bodysuit, an obviously too small tracksuit, a latex devil outfit and a tiny pair of panties with an equally miniature bra to go with it. I was practically pushed into the change rooms by my swarm of sluts to the confusion of the clerk at the store and got a look in the mirror at my current situation. I felt like breaking down crying.

I looked like a cartoon character, I barely fit in the change room with my enormous caboose and fat melons attached to me and to top it off I now sported the biggest pair of fake lips I have ever seen, they reached past my chin and rested just below my eyes “MMMMMPPPPFFF!”.

“Like what you see, mega mountains?” Juggs taunted.

“MMMMMMPPPPPFFF!”.

“Yeah, we are all pretty sexy together arent we, I suppose you should be thanking us that there is no reverse spell to separate us…yeah…were one big bimbo together forever.” Juggs mocked as I stared in utter shock at what I had become.

“Ummm excuse me if you are done, like, pouting we have some outifts to try on” kim said in a spiteful tone.

The girls then reached for their first outfit…the santa bikini. All the outfit consisted of was a red mini bikini with a santa hat. The bimbos finished dressing me up and proceeded to put me in as many lusty poses as they could think of, it was so degrating watching my now ruined body being paraded around like this. Every single one of my private bits were on full display…my large and in charge nipples are easily distinguished from the tiny fabric of the bikini top, the bottom of the bikini served as nothing other than a string of cloth rammed up my ass and served no other use other than to split my fat pussy lips. After several minutes the bimbos decided to move on to my next outfit…a sexy nun outfit…compared to my last get up this outfit was actually quite conservative. The costume consisted of a regular nun’s cap and robe with the main draw being the large frame in which the purpose is to display as much cleavage as humanly possible and of course the sluts spared no time as they adjusted my boobs until as much titflesh was spilling out as possible. They became bored of the maid outfit rather quickly probably due to how much skin it covered. The next suit the bimbos decided to stuff me into was a leopard print bodysuit, after zipping up the suit my breath was sucked away as the suit hugged and pushed up all of my curves.

“MMMMPPPPFPFF!” I tried as best as I could to communicate to the bimbos that I couldnt breathe under all my titflesh but my begs were of to no avail as the sluts continued to pose me in any way they pleased without a hitch.

“Damn girls look at our tits! This cleavage goes on forever and ever!” Ariana spoke in a lustful tone to her fellow sluts.

My next outfit was an extremely tight tracksuit. My enormous junk in the trunk was tucked into the extra small tights resulting in a brought up squeal from the cameltoe being firmly set in whilst the tights run deeply into my own ass crack, next the track jacket was zipped all the way up resulting in my titties looking like beanbag chairs stuck in a suit.

“Ooooohh I like this outfit! And it seems like mountains is enjoying it as well. Look how much shes blushing!” Kim pointed out.

“I know what will really get mountains going” juggs said as she took over my whole body.

I felt my lips open as I was forced to speak into the mirror…wait how was she making me talk with my fat, fake lips?!?!

“Hey samantha…enjoying the ride? I sure hope you are because its going to get so much sweeter…we will never stop recruiting sluts to join our hive and you will never escape being the host of our hive. You will never be rid of your massive knockers, your big fat booty or us…so get used to it bitch because you are under new management. The bimbos management” Juggs finished her speech and returned to her respective consiousness in my jugs.

I felt like crying but my big fake lips only allowed me to hold a ridiculous duck face as I stared full view at my figure. Whilst I was distracted the sluts undressed me from the tracksuit and quickly suited me up into a hot red latex bodysuit and attachable devil horns. The slut squad stuffed my extreme assets into the bodysuit to the point of deriving severe discomfort from within the suit. “Perfect!” Jugs announced as she assessed the fruits of her labour by fondling my tight implants and injections.

“Yes, a million times yes! Lets roll girls!” Juggs announced to her fellow bimbos as I strutted out of the sex shop.

“Mmmmppppfff mmmpppff!” I tried conveying to the sluts my terrible discomfort due to the constraints of the bodysuit but my begs and moans fell on deaf ears as they kept bouncing me along like some kind of pornstar preparing for a shoot.

I looked absolutely ridiculous, I looked like jessica rabbit going to a bdsm convention.

“*ahem* we need some attention down here mountains, come on dont you know how to be a good guest?” Jugs spoke in a sharp, snarky tone.

I stuffed my hands down the front of my suit which only made my discomfort more extreme and began working my nipples to please the bimbo hive.

“Now don't you dare take your hands off your tits until we say so or you will feel the wrath of the bimbos” juggs hissed.

I continued playing with my mountains as I was forced to walk through the entire mall as if to display to everyone what I had become, this is so fucking humiliating. My face was burning red by this point which only further put my heavy makeup job front and centre. It took several minutes to exit the mall and by the time we had my pussy was ready to burst but the sluts refused to supply me release. With my new outfit pushing up my knockers and booty combined with my new fat lips I now felt even more embarressed to be seen in public. The people only see me as a bimbo now and now with my massive lips I cant even talk back…I am now a passenger to my own body at the horny hands of 60 bimbos, sluts, whores and strippers….wait why are we going back to the strip club!?!?!…

[fanfiction27878]

So, Soulmates, Huh?

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader (Soulmate)

Rating - PG

Warning - None

Hello my names (Y/N) Firzhurbert and this is the story of how I met my soulmate. I’m the daughter of Relunzel and Eugene but I’m not special I don’t even have magic hair. I live in a land called Auradon were everyone has a tatoo and there soulmate has the same one. Mine is a paper boat on the back of my neck. I’ve never really been into soulmates with all my friends having one and me not it didn’t really faze me. No one even knows what my tatoo is because it’s behind my hair. (Tatoo on bottom without the letter)

I’m really good friends with King Ben and the 4 VKs. Ben found his soulmate Mal when he brought her over and now he’s bringing other kids also. That why I’m outside beside Ben, Mal, and Evie. I got roped into showing them around. There’s no big parade just a few kids. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a purple sweatshirt, and my hair down. “Would it kill you to dress up a little bit?” Ben asks playfully from beside me. “Yes.” I answer bluntly causing Mal to laugh.

That’s when a limo pulled up. The first girl to come out was Uma. Everyone knew who she was from when she tried to take down the barrier at cotillion. 2 boys then came out arguing. One has a red coat, a hook on his hand, and eyeliner smudged around his eye. The other has different shades of dark yellow with hair a little shorter than his shoulders. “Oi! Guys we have an audience.”

That seemed to shut them up. Ben then walks up to Uma holding out his hand. “Thank you for joining us.” Mal’s behind him with a smile that’s mostly real only a little forced. Uma shakes his hand and says, “Thank you for having us even after how we acted.” Uma says sincerely. Did I forget to mention Uma and the two pirates kidnapped King Ben, but it’s all good now. The pirate in red just nodded to the King while the other one shook his hand enthusiastically.

“Uma, Harry, Gil, this is (Y/N) Fitzhurbert. She will be showing you guys around.” Ben says gesturing to me and them before leaving with Mal. At least now I know their names. Evie takes Dizzy inside so it’s just me and the other guys. “Hi guys I’ll show you around the campus and then to your rooms.” I tell them. Uma eyes me up and down and then says, “You don’t look like a princess.” I know she doesn’t want to be mean she was just pointing out the obvious. “I’m not like the other princesses.” I tell them with a smile turning to the school.

We were walking a few minutes with me just pointing out things. “So why aren’t you wearin’ shoes?” Harry asks. “I don’t like them.” I answer shortly. It’s true I never wear shoes just like my mother. “That’s cool.” Gil says. I just laugh. I show them the main rooms and the library with a little talk. “So Harry And Gil, you guys are rooming together. Uma your rooming with me.” I tell them. “Oh and Harry Ben told me to tell you, don’t let anyone see your hook because if Fairy Godmother sees it she’ll donate it and I think it means a lot.” I tell him. I can see Harry grip his hook a little harder.

“Thank you (Y/N).” Gil says happily as him and Harry walk into there rooms. “No problem and if you guys need anything don’t hesitate to ask. Me and Umas room is the end of the hall on the right. You guys can meet us there tomorrow morning so I can show you to your classes.” I then show Uma our room. “Here I’ll leave you to unpack your stuff. If there’s anything of mine to close to yours feel free to move it and there’s a stash of candy under my bed if you want. Oh and dinner starts at 6.” I tell her. “Thanks (Y/N) your not that bad.” Uma says with a little smile.

———3 weeks later———

The others are setteling in nicely. Harry and Gil are over me and Umas room a lot. Uma and I have actually become pretty good friends. I started tutoring Harry in Math. Gil’s really nice and he likes going to the library with me. They even get along with the others sitting with all of us at lunch. “We should have a sleepover today.” Evie says as we all sit around the lunch table. After a choruses of ‘yes’ Mal asks, “which room?” “You can come to me and Uma’s if that alright with her. I can get a stash of candy.” I say and Uma nods that she was fine.

We decided to meet up in my dorm at 8 so I was surprised when a knock interrupted my reading at 6. “Come in.” I told them. The door opened and Harry was there. “Hey do you know where Uma is?” He asks walking in more. “I think she went to ask a teacher for help with some homework she should be back in like an hour.” I told him. “Oh. Then I should go.” He says starting to walk out. “Wait. Can you help me get more candy?” I ask him. He turns back around with a smile, “Sure.”

“Where do you get your candy?” Harry asks as we walk towards the kitchen. “I steal it from the kitchen.” I tell him. “Woah, way to go princess.” He says. “Well be quiet because if I get caught were never getting candy.” I tell him as we sneak in. We end up crawling on the floor to the storage in the back we’re they have the beat candy. We ended up stealing a bunch and I had a great time hanging with Harry. By the time we get back to my room we’re laughing.

We see Uma on the bed and she seems surprised by us running, laughing, and carrying boxes of candy. “Where were you guys?” She asks. “We we’re stealing.” Harry says with a smirk. “Stealing?” Uma almost yells. I quickly put my hand over her mouth shushing her. “Be quiet someone could hear you.” I tell her still laughing. “Did you know (Y/N) steals all of her candy. Yep we snuck into the kitchen and then stole these boxes of candy.” Harry says. “You guys are too much.” Uma says. That’s when Harry takes off his jacket. He usually wears it so I’ve never seen him with it off. That’s when I saw the closed skin on the back of his neck. There was the same tatoo thats on mine. I touch the back of my neck before rushing out of the room saying something about needing to talk to ask Mal about homework.

I go to Bens room finding him and Mal. I burst in to see them talking. “Ben get out.” I say forcefully. He stands up and starts asking what’s wrong when I push him out shutting the door and locking it behind him. “What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Mal questions walking over to me. “I found my soulmate” I tell her pacing the room. “Awww. That’s great. Who is it?” She asks me. “This is not great and I’m not telling you even if you dare me.” I stand there pacing for a little bit before looking at the time. “I have to go get ready. See you later.” I tell her.

I’m a little nervous walking into my room but I put on a facade. “Hey (Y/N), what was with running out later?” Uma asks looking up. I skim the room to see Harry left. “No reason.” I answer. I go and get changed into black sweatpants and a loose purple t-shirt. “Come on Uma you have to go get your pjs on they’ll be here in 10 minutes.” I tell her. I grab all the candy and then there’s a knock on the door.

Standing there is Harry and Gil. As I open the door they both walk in. Gil looks excited while Harry just looks bored. While Gil goes over to the candy, Uma finishes getting dressed, and Harry lays down on my bed grabbing the book I was reading. The rest arrive a few minutes after. “So what do you guys want to do?” Evie asks Doug by herside. We are now sitting on the floor. I’m sitting next to Harry, Uma, Gil, Jay, Lonnie, Jane, Carlos, Evie, Doug, Ben, and then Mal’s on my other side. We’re all eating the candy stash me and Harry stole.

“Let’s play Truth or Dare.” Uma says with a smirk. Everyone seems to like the idea. “Ok rules?” Mal asks. “The person that’s it has to choose a truth or dare everyone else has to do. If someone doesn’t want to do it they can choose another truth or dare. If they won’t do that they have to take off an article of clothing and leave it off for the rest of the night.” Uma answers.

“I’ll go first.” Evie volunteers sending a glance to Mal. “I dare everyone to show their soulmate tatoo.” She says. ‘Uh oh’ I think. Doug shows the crown on his arm, while Ben and Mal show the blue and Purple Heart on their shoulder. “Someone say Truth or Dare.” I say as everyone groans. “Oooh. I know. Who’s your soulmate.” Ma says. Instead of answering I take off my shirt leaving my sports bra underneath. “Come on (Y/N) tell us.” Uma pushes. I just shake my head. Harry shows the tatoo I also have on the back of my head, Uma shows the diamond on her ankle, Gil shows the cartoonish planet on by his color bone, Jay and Lonnie show the fencing sword on their fingers, and Jane and Carlos show the spotted bow on their legs.

Evie and Mal seem a little disappointed that I didn’t show my tatoo. All I could do was glare at them. A few rounds later left Harry without a shirt when he wouldn’t say why he loves his hook so much and Jane took off her sweatshirt. “I’m bored we should watch a movie.” Jay complains. “What movie?” Jane asks snuggled next to Carlos. “We should watch Harry Potter” Ben says excited. “Definitely.” I say even though I’ve watched the movies about 200 times. “What’s Harry Potter?” Gil asks.

“Are you telling me you’ve never seen Harry Potter?” I ask. “Nope.” All the VKs answer including the original 4. I get up and grab the movies and pop them in the TV. Half way through I’m freezing in just my sports bra and sweatpants. I rub my arms for a few minutes. “Here (Y/N).” Harry says patting the spot next to him. I scoot over and he throws the blanket he was using over me too. We end up watching 1 more movie before I fall asleep on Harry’s shoulder.

———Harry POV———

I feel a pressure on my shoulder and I look down to see (Y/N) fell asleep on my shoulder. I couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto my face. I look up to see Mal watching is. I look at her in a menacing way. She just puts up her arms in surrender with a smirk on her face. I watch the movie a little longer before falling into a light sleep on (Y/N)s head.

I wake up to giggling. I blink away my sleepiness and look up. “What are you doin’?” I ask Mal and Evie the only ones up. “We were about to look at her soulmate tatoo. We think it’s on the back of her neck.” Mal answers going to move her hair. I slap her hand away and pull (Y/N) closer. “Come on. She might have it on the back of her neck like you and today she rushed into Bens room and told me she figured out who her soulmate was and she was freaking out.” Mal says. Ok maybe I wanted to know a little bit. I’m not going to lie I wouldn’t be mad if (Y/N) was my soulmate. “Leave her alone.” I tell them.

They back down and go next to their partners who are sleeping. I move (Y/N) a little bit when a catch a glimpse of the tatoo on the back of her neck. I smile took over my face as I fell asleep.

I woke up the next day from someone trying to get out of my arms. “Hey.” I say not opening my eyes. “Hi, Harry.” (Y/N) replies. “So, soulmates, huh?”

[jeawrites]

BBS Derby AU: Important Others

The final bits of fun facts and some info for this AU! I might start writing an actual story here in a bit too, so look out for that!

Anthony-

Nicknamed by the team Jiggly Panda. 

He’s the coach, not even that strict of one but he is very committed. 

He owns the skate park the team practices at! He was also the one to pitch the idea of starting a derby team to his most regular skater (and really good friend) Tyler.

The team loves him, they will fight for him. And, he will fight for them (even though he’d rather not).

He’s the one who convinced Evan to join. 

“It’s just like hockey- except no ice, no sticks or pucks, and you go in a circle the whole time!”

Used to play when he was younger (that’s how he met Brock).

Very competitive when it comes to important bouts. Don’t question him.

The team got him and Brock customized varsity jackets with their respective names on the back and the team’s logo on the front. He nearly cried when he got it.

His laugh is just as noticeable as Jon’s, but his rage is a lot more iconic when its seen. He has broken clip boards. 

He wears a panda hat to every bout, it’s his own symbol for the team. They all love it a lot more than they say they do.

Brock- 

Moo Snuckle, he had the name back when he played for his old team (he thought it was funny then but now its just a little embarrassing). Everyone just calls him Moo.

He’s the bench coach! He helps sort out everyone on who’s going out onto the track and whatnot. If it’s not a bout, he’s usually just the assistant coach. 

Was brought onto the team by Anthony- he got a facebook message late one night.

‘Wanna help coach a bunch of dumbasses with my dumbass?’

He’s really patient with them all. Helps calm down people if they start to get frustrated. Most infamously, he calmed Tyler down after he threw his helmet off and broke it. It took him five minutes and a shit ton of crappy puns.

Brings in extra water for everyone during bouts, makes sure everyone eats before they practice (messages them an hour and a half before hand so they can snack on something healthy).

There's a joke running through the team about him and getting angry. It’s mostly just comparing him to a werewolf. 

On that note, it takes a lot to make Brock angry, so the moment he snaps it’s usually pretty unsettling and you know you’ve screwed up then.

He only got that way once when it was really noticeable, and it was during a bout when the refs weren’t making any correct calls (Joe and Mark excluded because they couldn’t make it that night- Joe was sick and Mark was making sure he was okay).

He actually sobbed for ten minutes after getting his jacket. He wears it to every bout.

Everytime they move up a rank in the charts Brock takes the team to dinner. He insists he can cover the pay, but everyone usually tips in anyways.

Brings extra face paint, duct tape, wheels, and other needs to bouts as a just in case.

Jaren-

Smitty!

He’s the local EMT. Goes to every bout to cover the injuries. 

Was the first one to make fun of Jon for fracturing his wrist.

Nobody actually knows where he learned to be a medical professional, but nobody really questions it either. 

He supports the team a lot, has actually come to a few practices to just watch and hang out with them all. He’s also gone to away bouts whenever he can.

Like’s to heckle the team jokingly, though he has gotten smacked a few times by Marcel and Ryan (not hard of course).

He’s actually really fun to have around too, makes a lot of good jokes and he is scarily good at timing shit. He’s helped them all at practices with that talent. He’s also pranked the entire team at least once with it.

Him and Evan both sort of bonded over being Canadian. Jiggly introduced them to each other as “fellow penguins”.

“My name’s Jaren, how aboot you, eh?”

“Evan, nice to meet you, eh.”

They both shared a few pieces about their old homes and then just sort of became friends. They both act like children sometimes though if kept in the same place together too long.

Him and Jon actually get along really well! Both of them like making weird jokes and acting out dramatic scenes. 

“And with this last breath, I die!” 

“Pfft- Del, oh my god, okay- Nooo!! My one true love, died to an evil oposer--- I curse you Evan for knocking my love out of play!”

The team either finds it really entertaining or really weird. Jaren was kicked out of a practice one time due to one of his and Jon’s acts, if that says anything.

Mark-

Gorillaphent!

He grew up with Luke and Jon, so of course they dragged him out to watch the sport once.

He really liked it, but he didn’t want to play it. But, the reffing seemed fun and with some encouragement he became the Banana Quads first ref! 

On Halloween they have a scrimmage where he wears this ugly purple elephant trunk that he got from somewhere. Nobody wants to question it because people know thats what he wants.

Eventually Ohm gives in and questions it and he gets called on a cut he never made later that game and forced into the penalty box. It happens five more times and then Ohm is paranoid the rest of the night.

“Gorilla, please!! I did nothing wrong--”

“Are you talking back to a ref, Ohm?”

He’s kinda evil, in short.

Not really, he’s actually pretty chill, he just thought that whole ordeal would be funny (and it kind of was).

He’s unbelievably good at making calls. He’s rumoured to have eyes in the back of his head, but he’s actually just pretty observant. 

He’s also pretty smart on top of that, so he can sort of tell when he’s going to need to make a specific call before it happens thanks to careful observing and knowledge. 

He has a purple helmet with only two stickers, one being an elephant, the other being a sticker of his name made like a logo.

Him and Joe bully each other on a regular basis, do not interfere or you will get dragged in and become part of whatever war they may or may not be in. Its all fun and games until the two are dumping baby powder on your head.

Joe-

Dead Squirrel (he used to play for, like, a year, but that was his name for it).

He met Mark, Jon, Luke, and Ryan a year before the derby stuff started.

Was dragged onto the team by Gorilla, but he found it really fun to meet new people and the traveling wasn’t half bad! Plus, he really enjoys chasing after the Jammers, especially if his in the lead. 

He wears makeup to bouts- it looks like his head’s missing a peace and a cartoonish brain is coming out (cartoonish meaning there’s not too much effort in it- not that its actually cartoonish).

Also oddly good at making calls when he’s supposed too. He catches some others might not.

He doesn’t ever get really mad, maybe over excited for the bouts. He’s never yelling out of anger though.

Luke and Gorilla are pretty protective over him. Joe’s a little more oblivious to when people are being flirty or a little too polite (he doesn’t want to be rude sometimes and tell them he’s uncomfortable, especially if he might be misreading things) that’s why his two tough derby buddies come in and save the day. 

It doesn’t happen often, just once or twice a year.

He’s loyal to the team, but holds no bias when it comes to making calls. If that’s questioned the team will prove it. (Joe has been offered a few bribes once or twice but his opinion on it remains unmoved and he remains as unbiased as possible). 

“Alright, I’m sayin’ it again. I am not, not going to call you out for back blocks, Marcel, quit trying to convince me and just try to not get back blocks.”

He’s the one who dumps the baby powder on people’s heads. He carries it around with him because its helps keep his bag smelling good, and it makes his skin soft. 

He and Brian are the only two who care if their equipment stinks. He usually supplies Brian with his own little thing of baby powder whenever its needed. 

John-

Mostly their as either an NSO or a fan. If its a home bout he’s usually an NSO. 

He works the score board when he’s an NSO. When he’s a fan, he’s cheering on the team excitedly or hanging out with Jaren on the side. 

He’s really laid back until he’s yelling at the team in excitement. 

“Yeah! Kick their asses ohm, you’re doing great!”

Ryan tried to get him on the team, along with Scotty and Tyler, but they were all denied. 

He does go skating with them on open skate nights though. He just prefers to keep it more casual than competitive. 

The team all chipped in to get him some custom ring with the team's name carved into it and a new vape. It was a present to him for being their number one fan.

He really liked the gift, wouldn’t stop smiling the rest of that day. 

Got an honorary jersey with the name Kryoz (he got to pick it). He wears it to every bout he’s a fan at.

He’s the one who suggests they throw an end of season party to celebrate everything they did that year. He’s also the one who gets stuck planning it out sense he made the idea, but he does convince Ryan, Tyler, Marcel, and Anthony to help out.

[ohmahgahd]

To Believe In Fireworks - A Short Story

The following is a short story that I wrote recently, that I wanted to share. Pls be kind, I’ve never done this sort of thing before.

There was something beguiling about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew it and he knew it. He knew it so well, in fact, that he’d used this charisma since school. It’s where we’d met, at school, when we were both sixteen, in our final year of GCSEs. Something happens in that final year; you start to get, not nostalgic, but you find yourself longing for more, as though you’re not quite ready for it to be over. I think it’s around this time that it happened: the incident.

Aleks was sharp, quick-witted and enviously handsome, but I found his choice in friends to be somewhat questionable. Sure, he was on the school’s varsity rugby team and had a bright future ahead of him, but the company he kept was rude, despicable and would go to any lengths to torment me. He did his best to stop them, after all we’d quietly been friends for a few years (quietly being the operative word for him), but he’d eventually get sucked in to the torture and I’d find myself on the receiving end of jibes from him. All so he could keep his image in tact.

I, meanwhile, was somewhat quick-witted, I guess I dressed sharp but I was not enviously handsome. Just your regular sixteen-year-old with the usual suspects of mild acne, a lack of interest in sports and a lack of popularity. I’m not entirely sure how Aleks and I had started talking, especially given my appearance, but I guess it was back in Mr. Ashton’s geography class in Year 11. We were purposefully sat next to each other; mainly so I could help improve Aleks’ grade, but also partly because I was the only openly gay kid in school and Mr. Ashton thought it might help me if the captain of the rugby team was seen talking to me (spoiler alert: it didn’t). To Mr. Ashton’s defence, Aleks and I did end up becoming really good friends; we’d meet up outside of school so I could help him with assignments and I’d even go to school rugby games to watch him play. It was cute.

Our friendliness developed into Year 12, and eventually our parents’ were friends and we’d have monthly game and trivia nights at each others’ houses. His family would normally win. It’s hard to compete when his family includes a history teacher and a financial advisor, and my family is my dad and me, but we did our best. It was near the end of Year 12, however, that these nights stopped happening. Aleks’ became more distant, and then I noticed him hanging around with different people at school; more unsavoury characters started appearing, until he told me that we’d have to stop hanging around together in school. I hated him for it. It was 100% because his new “friends” knew I was gay. He never admitted it, but I knew it was true. Sure, we still hung out after school at his, but it was never the same, until one afternoon.

I think it happened after fifth period one icy winter’s day in January of Year 13, just after his eighteenth birthday. I got a text from Aleks that just asked me to skip last period and to meet him in the music practice rooms behind the main school hall. I was apprehensive because I wasn’t sure if it was a genuine message, or if one of the troglodytes he called friends had gotten hold of his phone. The bell rang at the end of fifth and I nonchalantly slipped out of class and went to meet Aleks. I showed up and no one was there. I instantly thought I’d been set up. It was all a scam, he just wanted to make a fool of me. But I’m an easily convinced fool, so I sat and waited, I was already late for sixth, so I thought I may as well just skip it. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen minutes. Then the door opened. It was Aleks.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, my last period dragged. I had to find some excuse to get out of it.”

“It’s fine. I haven’t been here long,” I lied, “what did you call me here for?” He paused.

“Look,” he started, “I think we both know that I’ve been a bit of a dick to you recently and that’s putting it lightly..”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” I rolled my eyes.

“I just wanted to apologise. See, we were talking about, like, forgiveness or something in class earlier and it made me think about you for some reason; that’s when I messaged you.”

“It’s fine, I get you have new friends who aren’t the nicest to me, but it’s fine, it’s whatever.”

“No, but, like, it isn’t fine. We were really good friends in year 12 and I didn’t try to hide it. You really helped me.”

“Yeah, so I helped you with a geography grade, and..?”

I’d heard all this before, so I was beginning to get a little bit tired of the repetitiveness of it. It’s not the first time he’d apologised to me for being a douchebag, so I had to take this next edition of “I’m sorry” with an extra pinch of salt.

“Okay, you’re not getting it. Let me put it another way: my parents don’t even like playing games, I forced them to host game’s nights so I could find another way of being with you outside of school.”

“Right?”

“You helped me realise who I am.”

I was silent. For the first time in my life, I was actually silent. In all honesty, I wasn’t sure what he was alluding to, and I didn’t want to make assumptions, so I sat there in silence and let him continue. Except he didn’t continue. He came over to where I was and sat down beside me on the piano stool. I think this was the closest we’d ever been to one another in our friendship. Well, up to that point anyway.

Before I knew it, he was kissing me.

It was an interesting sensation. Part of me thought it was wrong, I mean we’d been friends for two years and I didn’t really want to jeopardise it. But then again, I was kissing the captain of the school’s rugby team, who wouldn’t let that continue?

I had to stop it though.

“Wait, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Never been more sure.”

“But… I-” I sighed, ”I don’t understand.”

“What bit don’t you get? The bit where I apologised? The bit where I told you that you’d helped me realise who I am? Or maybe it’s the bit where I kissed you?”

I could tell he was starting to get irritated.

“I just don’t get why you’re telling me now. Like, you’ve had this whole school year to mention something to me and you choose now?”

“I guess I just felt like it was as good a time as any? I don't really know what I’m doing, all I know is that,” he pauses, I can see him thinking, “I’m really glad you’re here, with me, and…”

He pauses again to think. It’s too painful to watch, it’s like watching a kitten being eaten. I need to put a stop to it.

“You don’t have to continue.”

“Oh thank god. Can we just continue kissing?”

I hold back his advance. “I just have to know, is this like a ‘I don’t know what I’m doing so I’ll just make out with the only gay guy I know’ kind of deal, or is it more than just a one off thing? Because I’m not here to be messed around.”

“I’m gunna be honest, its a bit of both. But I’m hoping the latter will prevail, because I really don’t want to mess you around.” I had to be the one to think now. It was less painful to watch, I hope.

“Okay, then yes we can continue kissing.” I laugh. He leans back in. I grab his arms and pull him over to the sofa in the corner of the room. I was never sure why there was a sofa in a music practice room, and I dread to think what kind of stories this couch could tell, but at this moment, I was fucking glad it was there.

I laid down on the sofa and he climbed over on top of me and pushed his body into mine. It was muscular and felt like the body of someone older than eighteen. There was a lot of passion; I could tell that this had been building up within him and that this was the culmination of a long time of waiting on his behalf. His soft lips were pushing into mine and his whole body felt like it was going to explode with joy. He sat up, unzipped his trousers to reveal his underwear, took my hand and put it… well I think you can guess. I was immediately transported, to where, I don’t know. Heaven? Could have been, for all I know.

I kept my hand down there for what could have been 10 seconds, but what felt like 10 minutes, before he unzipped my trousers, pulled them down with my underwear to my ankles. I felt exposed. I’d never been this naked with someone this good looking before and it was unnerving. He pulled his trousers and underwear down to reveal his dick and pulled a condom out of his blazer pocket. Next thing I know, he’s inside me. I knew now for definite that I was in heaven. He was gentle with me and took it easy, but I could tell he wanted to really go for it.

Now, I don’t really know what happened next, I possibly blacked out, but all I know is that sometime during my hand being in his underwear, I guess the bell for end of school must have rung, because just as I was screaming his name (the practice rooms are soundproofed, thankfully), the door opened.

Poor, poor Ms. Dudley. She’s probably always wondered how two men have sex, she seems like the type of person who would be inquisitive enough to wonder, but not bold enough to actually find out. Until this day. She had to walk in on that particular practice room, just as Aleks was thrusting inside of me. I never did look her in the eye after that day. Rather unfortunately for us, she did happen to leave the door open as she ran out crying, prompting other passers-by to want to look into the room to see what had caused Ms. Dudley such upset.

I don’t think I’ve been so mortified. I pushed Aleks away from me, jumped up off the sofa, zipped up my trousers and shut the door. I made sure to lock it. Once it was closed, I just turned and slid down to the floor with my head in my hands. Aleks just sat there.

“Well, thats not good,” he began, “lets just pray she doesn’t tell anyone.”

I looked up. “Aleks, it felt like half the school was walking by just as she opened the door. I’m pretty sure I saw everyone who even knows who I am.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” He was still half naked. Still erect. Still with the condom on.

“Could you please cover up? I’m not continuing now, that was mortifying.”

“It’s not that bad. Everyone knows you’re gay, it’s worse for me.”

“Mhmm, sure, it’s not bad at all that about 20 people have now seen me bottoming the captain of the rugby team.”

Aleks got up and redressed himself, making the odd decision to leave the condom on. He grabbed his bag and walked over to me. I stood up and we looked each other in the eye.

“This was a mistake,” he said with urgency, “I need to go. It’s probably best we don’t talk for a while. I’m suddenly realising the implications for me. I need to go.” I just stared back at him. I didn’t really know what to say. All I could think of was Ms. Dudley’s face shrieking as she opened the door, followed by the dagger-like stares of 20 or so of my peers.

“I’m gunna go. I’ll see you round.”

He opened the door and left. I stood at the door and watched him disappear down the corridor and out into the school car park.

We didn’t speak again for the rest of year. It was as though we were back to being strangers again. As though Mr. Ashton’s geography class had never happened.

* * *

Present Day - Thursday 22nd February, 2018

I guess you could say I turned out okay. I mean, as okay as you can get after having a traumatising experience like the one I had. I have an okay job, a close group of friends and I live in a fucking incredible apartment (with two other people, of course). It was sad though, losing a valuable friend like that over something that should have been a really enjoyable experience. He went his way and I went mine. I hadn’t seen him since and it’d been nearly five years, up until last week.

See, every Monday after work, I do my big food shop. I’m only 23, but I have the personality of a 40 year old. I will leave work, get in my car and drive to the out of town Sainsbury's to do that once a week food shop. Like clockwork. Normal 23-year-olds order their food online, and get it the minimum effort way, but not me. I still like the feel of shopping in a store.  It seems that Aleks does too. Last Monday, I saw him. Five years later, and I saw him again. Finally.

We caught each others gaze and ended up chatting in the store. It was… nice. I mean it was never going to be easy. After all, the last time I saw him, he had his dick inside me and it ended up being the most embarrassing day of my life so far, so it was never going to be plain sailing when we ended up reconnecting. But it was nice; it was nice to feel that something could actually develop between us. A friendship, or more; something sparked. We agreed to go for coffee a couple of days later. Again, it was nice. I honestly can’t think of any other way to describe it, which is lame I know, but hey this is uncharted territory; up until last week, the most I’d thought about him was a passing comment to a friend about ‘the incident’.

That’s a lie.

Our coffee “date” was cute. We went to Starbucks, obviously. We took the corner table upstairs so we were away from the crowds downstairs. We both sat on the same side of the table, on the comfortable sofa bench, and swivelled round to talk to one another. He was as sharp as he had been at school, as quick-witted as I remembered, and did he get even more handsome?

“So, how have you been?” His voice rung throughout my entire being. It was like a beacon of hope, calling me home, to him.

“I’ve-,” I paused, I didn’t want to lie and say ‘everything’s fine!’, when really it wasn’t (who am I kidding?), but I also didn’t want to tell the truth; a happy medium would do, “I’ve been as good as I can be.”

“That sounds ominous.” He looked at me weird. Oh shit, I’ve ruined it, I went too truthful.

“No, no it’s not bad, I just had a shit year last year, lost my job and had to move about three times because of shitty landlords, but I’m okay now — happy I’m with an old friend.”

He smirked. He knew that we were more than friends. We were friends with benefits, but without the friends bit. So acquaintances with benefits. Not sure that’s a thing. To be totally honest, the ‘benefits’ bit had only happened once so not sure it really counts.

Acquaintances then. That sucks.

“Yeah, it’s really good to be here with you, it’s definitely been a while.”

“Enough about me though, what about you? You look like the last five years have been nothing but good to you.”

“Well, yes.. I mean I got a job in the law firm I’ve admired since I went to uni, and I’m living in such an amazing area. Yeah pretty much all good, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, my dad died last year, so you could say I had a pretty shitty year too, but back on my feet again.” I felt awful. I’d just told him how I had an awful year because I lost a job and had to move house a few times and he lost his fucking dad. How much of an awful person am I? I didn’t know, it’s not my fault.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine, he had a short illness, so we were glad he was put out of his misery quicker, rather than having to suffer.”

I didn’t know how to react. I’d never been good with this sort of thing. I lost my mum when I was fourteen and having to deal with death at such a young age has given me a weird perspective on it. I kind of didn’t know how to deal with her passing when it happened and it really all hit me when I was nineteen and I was just crying non-stop for about a week. No one could console me. Now I tend to avoid the subject all together, and focus on more positive things. Thankfully, Aleks could tell.

“But enough about that, don’t want to dwell on it. Are you seeing anyone?”

There it was. That question. I knew it was coming. Am I seeing anyone? Do you count, Aleks? Because I see you in my dreams all the fucking time. Other than that, no. The last time I had sex was with you when we were eighteen. FUCK.

“No, not at the moment. It’s definitely hard out here for a bitch.” I laugh. He doesn’t. “How about you?”

“No, I was with this girl for a few weeks last year, but with all the stuff with my dad it didn’t feel like the right time.”

Girl? Wait. Let’s rewind. Didn’t he admit his homosexuality to me? Did I get that wrong? Please tell me I didn’t make a wrong assumption again, because last time I checked, sticking your penis in another man’s backside, doesn’t make you 100% straight.

“Oh you were with a girl?”

“Yeah, decided to give it another try. I mean, last time I was with a guy was, well, you. The one and only time.”

“Let’s not revisit.” I winced a little. “But this girl, she didn’t work out? Shame.”

“You say that with a little bit of glee don’t you?”

“No, of course not.” I did.

We both sat back and drank our coffee. There was a bit of an awkward silence. It felt like he was going to just get up and leave at one point. I wanted to mention ‘the incident’, but I’d just said I didn’t want to revisit it, like the dumb bitch I am. Of course I wanted to revisit it. All I ever want to do is revisit it. To let it happen one more time. To let him finish, without Ms. Dudley walking in and screaming. That scream haunts me; to this day, that scream haunts me. It’s like a recurring nightmare. Only not one of the ones that would be made into a film and star Anna Faris, no, this was a nightmare reserved especially for me.

“I lied.” I yelled.

“What?” he said, taken aback.

“Let’s revisit that time.”

“What time?” He was fucking around with me.

“You fucking know, don’t be a dick.” He laughs slightly and then utters the one word that would be the only response acceptable to what I had just asked.

“Okay.”

* * *

Before my key is even in my front door, his arms are around me. His lips on the back of my neck as I’m fumbling with the lock. His warm breath running down my spine as the key turns and the door opens. I drag him by the hand into my apartment. He can’t take his eyes off me. I’ve never felt more wanted. He slips his coat off and lays it on a chair in the kitchen. His shirt is fitted. I can make out every muscle, every small detail of his body without him even taking his shirt off. I remove my coat and lay it on top of his. He pulls me toward him and his soft lips touch mine. Just as I remember. They’re more chapped than before, but it is February. I think everyone has chapped lips in February. Why am I thinking of chapped lips?

We amble towards my room when something inside me has to ask that question again.

“Aleks, I have to ask.”

“Do you?”

“Is this like a ‘I don’t know what I’m doing so I’ll just make out with the only gay guy I know’ kind of deal, or is it more than just a one off thing? Because, like before, I’m not here to be messed around. I’m 23, I’m not getting any younger.”

“Honestly? I don’t know what I’m doing. But I do know that I keep coming back to you. Something inside me can’t get enough of you. I have never wanted to mess you around, including today.” He sounded sincere. “If something happens because of today, then fantastic, if it doesn’t then thats too bad, but either way, this is right now and I want you.”

I didn’t really know what to make of that answer, and to be honest he didn’t really give me much of a chance before he’d pushed me onto my bed, removed his shirt and was on top of me. I felt like I was being used. I was torn. Do I let this happen and have the best sex of my life, but feel like a used dish cloth after, or do I stop to let him figure out what he actually wants?

Let’s just say I don’t make good decisions when I’m horny.

He tore my shirt off of me, pulled off my trousers and tugged my underwear off with his teeth. I was now completely naked. I’d always hated my body, and to have his physique rolling around on top of me was tearing my self-confidence apart, but I was just happy to have this opportunity. He pulled off his trousers and underwear and laid down beside me. We just laid there, completely naked, for about 20 minutes. I didn’t really know what to do. I thought about getting up and making a cup of tea at one point. He just went silent. I was about to go and put the kettle on when:

“Okay. I’ve thought about what I want.”

“Alright.”

“You. I choose you.”

“I’m not a fucking Pokemon.”

“You know what I fucking mean. I want you. Look, there must be a reason I keep coming back to you. This is now the second time we’ve fooled around—” He doesn’t know about my dreams — I’m pretty sure it’s in the hundreds if we include dreams. “— and I just know that every time I think about you, I feel fireworks.”

I was about to cry, but then I remembered I was naked and that would have been the saddest thing to happen in the history of the universe. So I didn’t.

“Are you sure?” He turned to look at me. His penis flopped on my leg. I sniggered a little.

“Yes. 100%.”

I rolled myself on top of him and kissed his chest. At first softly, making sure that he felt my breath in his little bit of chest hair, but then more intensely. It wasn’t long before… wait, did we pay for our coffee?

* * *

I take a deep sigh and look at my alarm clock. 6.35am. Fuck my life. I hate work. Why can’t I just be famous for no reason and earn money for posting on Instagram. Where do I get one of those jobs? I can’t complain though. I look beside me. Aleks is still sleeping. I just lie there and watch him, so peaceful.

“Time to get up.” I whisper in his ear.

“Five more minutes”.

“Absolutely not.” I sit on his chest and straddle him until he stirs completely awake.

It’s now been nearly 7 months since that afternoon when we crossed paths in Sainsbury's, and then a few days later he was fucking me like five years hadn’t passed at all; like Ms. Dudley hadn’t walked in on us all those years ago. Was I happy? Sure. I mean, I really couldn’t complain. I’m just glad he had enough faith in those fireworks he’d felt, to make a commitment to me. I feel like this is it, like I’ve been truly gifted.

Fuck. I’m not ready.

[himbosims]

The Simself Challenge? Is that what this is called? I have no idea. . .

The challenge is basically to make a simself then answer a fuck ton of question so here we are. Thanks @willowbomb and @sim-borg for tagging me. I’ll tag: whoever wants to do this because idk who hasn't done this yet

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Taylor

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? My childhood nickname was Tot. My friends call me d*ke and slut though so hey

3. BIRTHDAY? July 23, 2001

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? Series definitely The Mortal Instruments or the Infernal Artifacts by Cassandra Clare

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Both i think, definitely aliens. I don't fuck with ghosts and all that because I don't want to die

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Right now my favs are Adam Silvera and Becky Albertalli

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? Where I live we have five stations, one that plays music from the 30’s all the time, three country, and one that says it plays pop but ends up playing country anyways. So, none.

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Idk man, thats a loaded question. Probably vanilla

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? ??? lit… idk dude I was trying to think of something that's weird but I can't think of anything

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Be My Mistake by The 1975 or Not Warriors by Waterparks

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Serious answer, lunacy (there's a reason its my username) not as serious, I just heard someone outside yell for the chillin’s and I started laughing because that word is great

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?  I’m currently listening to From Eden by Hozier

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Shameless, Glee, Shadowhunters, Grey’s. I could go on.

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN?Love, Simon, Call Me By Your Name, or The Perks of Being a Wallflower

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? Obviously

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? Spiders and needles

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? nothing

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? Everything, in seriousness, my selfishness or narcissism,  

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? Cats are my favorites but dogs are cool

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? fall

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? Never have been

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? NOT AS MUCH STRESS

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Irl- my friend EJ. Online- @hallowiamshebsims

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Green

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? brown

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? Read 23

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? Read 23

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? Read 23

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? I don't remember the last time I was excited for something

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Writing I think

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Hannah Montana, Ned Declassified, Drake and Josh, Flapjack, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Chowder, Rugrats. I'm a true early Gen Z kid

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? My girl best friend, I dont tell him everything because i'm a secretive bitch

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Nah

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? Read 16

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Both

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? Writing, reading, creating imaginary worlds to live in

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? I am almost done with History Is All You Left me by Adam Silvera and oh boy that book

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Paranorman: “You’re gonna love my boyfriend, he’s like a total chick flick nut.”

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? N/A

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Cats

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? @hallowiamshebsims @simmerberlin @willowbomb @pollinationqueen @gunthermnch

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? The ability to always have the money to pay for things

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? My room probably

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? People falling down, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJq4jWSQNd

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? That’s cute

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? Coffee

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? I have two teachers that are really weird about phones and talking in class so we pass notes instead

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Nah

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? LOUD EATERS

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? I went to a christian concert when I was like 5 so there's that

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? Nope, I live in the south how do you expect me to not eat meat

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? Teacher since I live in the south and that's the only jobs beside retail or waitress in my town

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? The Shadow World, but I wanna be a warlock, not a dumb shadowhunter lol

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? Everything

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? I’m afraid of what's in the dark, which is a hard ass way to say yes

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? All the time but im tone deaf so its bad

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? If I was sick, yeah. Other than that, I did twice. Once because I had a really bad panic attack right before the bus got to my house and I called my mom claiming I was really sick, and once a few weeks ago because my dog got sprayed by a skunk therefore making me smell like a skunk

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? uhhhhhhh

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? New York City, LA, San Francisco, Toronto, Portland, London. Any big city to be honest

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? A dog and three cats

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? Both. I sometimes stay up super late and sometimes i'm up really early. And if I can actually force myself out of bed I can get a lot done in either of those times

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunrises

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Yeah but im gay so its not good driving l

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Everything that wont break in a week

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Nah

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? I don't really have a favorite, I listen to all kinds of stuff

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? Uhhhhh, Deadpool, or Spiderman

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? Nope

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? It takes a lot to make me angry but when im angry it's bad and I forget what i do when i was angry so i don't really know

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? Real

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English and Creative Writing

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? Younger sister, younger step brother

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? A starbucks coffee last night

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5’7 or something

75. CAN YOU COOK? Depends on what i'm cooking

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? Books, music, friends

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? Racists, homophobes, sexists- so basically most the people in my town (hell what am i kidding, this side of the Mason-Dixon line)

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? One of each

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? I am on the ace spectrum and I am panromantic

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? ‘Merica the brave

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? Sheb

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Like, yesterday

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? CallMeKevin RTGame The Shane Dawson squad

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? sometimes

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP?I guess this hell site

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE?My mom and I are kinda close, i don't really talk to my dad much (even though I live with him half the week)

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? Aussie, British, Scottish, Irish… all of them

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Everywhere that’s not my state and the ones touching it

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 23

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? notta

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? Yes, but not crazy religious. I just believe in fate and that there is some type of higher power

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? Nasa bitch

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? I have an issue with adrenaline. As in, although i am an anxious person with too much adrenaline anyways I like to do things that give me a rush of adrenaline

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? I can't have my eyes pierced because I'm allergic to metal in the sense of having it in my body

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? Yep

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? Nope

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? Next question

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? I mean netiehr, but i'm not a huge fan of sand

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? You’ve made it through your worst day before, you can do it again

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? I think so

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Sytherlin, not surprise

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? I’m talking to myself right now

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? Introvert

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? Nah, my writing is kind alike my diary

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? I give people too many chances

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Check the ID, maybe take the money and leave it in a bush or something. I don’t know

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? For sure

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? Please don’t  tickle me

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Nope

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? Read question 94

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Alec Lightwood or Magnus Bane, but young Alec because I can't be friends with 27 year old Alec

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? Scared of needles, remember?

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? Doing things for me

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? YES

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? Both

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? Not really but if my future partner wants some i’d be open to talk about it

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? My ex-best friend. I used to hate how she never had to try to get good grades or be good at things, she just was

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? All my memories are embarrassing if you look close enough

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? At least twice a month

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Nutruels and black

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? Sure

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? I think I wa son the news once

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 17

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? I have a lot, “Words have the power to change us.” “perhaps it is because of time that we suffer.” “I remain a work in progress until I die.” “The thing you are most afraid to write, write that.” I could go on

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Sweet

[drloremipsumzootologist]

rider memo from abroad

Dear Olympian Lara Lessmann.

I hope you are enjoying your experience in Tokyo. Your performances were energetic and show lots of talent. My reason to contact you is to make some recommendations that I hope will aid your next Olympic efforts. Its not so much trick catalog as how to approach the courses. Choosing a line is the staging of what tricks you will complexify, modify or want to learn and not stringing a bunch of unrelated tricks together. Japan is the best place to make these suggestions as there is amble visual practice of feng shui and other visual principles of balance and assymetry. My first point is work against the natural setting of the park. In the middle of park is double sided ramp with a roller splitting it “in half/thirds/ 4/13ths”. That roller is a natural decision maker for a natural orientation of expected trick lines. To show off your tricks , the suggestion is you want to be putting your own lines as far perpendicular to that compass. .

My second point is avoid the expectation of the structure Unless your trick is so big that its like marquee event. In your runs you should consider 2-3 marquee events necessary for points with stellar next tricks that are well practiced. Pretty much double tap everything. Big trick.. 500ms .. exclamation point trick. (Line 3). Tail whip over or at height the vert ramp. And then come down vert ramp face or land it on the otherside. I've never seen someone stop their tail whip with the face of the wall and then hand plant.. and come off/down the ramp. Thats a combo thats out there yet to be claimed. Or flare- late tailwhip landing “revert”.. 180 barspin correction on flat. Landing and moving in reverse is a clear difference between the guys skill and womens. No so much that its a trick to itself but improves the sense of location during and before/after tricks for correction.

The statement of repeatability and theme is the big point point. Double tapping the same obstacle from the front side and the far side but ending on the same side. (Lines pt1 and pt2) . From the looks of the events the pegs were not allowed and that made me sad. Because the examples I use here will unfortunately rely on pegs to make their point. But it assures adaptation so thats good. Line 1(pt 1) finds its way up the ramp, jumps across the roller and chooses a peg grind.(perhaps you can still grind with the downtube, it was hard enough finding topdown park images. I didnt). Lets say If this were your own park , I'd say start with right side front peg WITH the rear wheel rolling on the peak.

Reaching the platform ideally its a front manual(front wheel wheelie/stoppie) and then down the ramp to the left. < Showcasing the front wheel tricks and style> 3-5 tricks later you find yourself on the far side of the ramp in-question approaching from the opposite side. This is a good time to jump the gap with a tailwhip. Land in a regular wheelie or transition to it on the platform before exiting the ramp. Another option would be a near side rear peg grind get to platform(building speed) .. and tailwhip coming off the ramp. (plenty of room to land it). Personally I feel pegs will be back in competition once they have enough plastic resin on it to avoid damages and easier sliding. . Ie competition pegs vs extra rider pegs.

Two linked style tricks is both all the audience can absorb per obstacle and it leaves enough time to make them sufficienty complex with enough practice. That also means looking for a large enough obstacle to peform them. . In the end of 2nd line I make suggestion of the floor the ramp being used for a smith grind. In this case I'm going to abide the “no pegs rule” and unveil something impossible or very near to it. Coming up the smaller ramp near the half pipe. Jump onto the floor of the pipe on the front fork only (balancing) and tilt the whole body of the bike off the edge like its a mock smith grind .(Skate inspired) Its more like a turndown where you've purposely caught the front wheel on the ramp to roll on it. Subtley tricks on a big marquee are also 4th concept. Eventually that line will slow down into the ramp transition. 180+ whole bike . to get it on the lower ramp. And roll down infront of the stage of your mayhem. In the picture I said icepick grind but decided to unveil the real idea.

Subtley is important. “ Whats that, I've never seen that before??” The forcing the crowd to get quiet also effects the judges.. When they applaud its like 175% more influence than boosting crowd excitement from a average level. Its just the sense and consideration of these tricks for the usage of lines that I wanted to put forth; Not necessarily influence what tricks you put there; Your decision of lines while looking at top parks will itself be cause/excitement to learn new things.

Womens BMX has very important role in its formal world event 'infancy' of stars that it can establish new types of tricks for the guys through its unique sense of line.. And not just by guys making subtle suggestions either. This ramp course is more park than actual freestyle, afterall..So number 5 point is that no matter what the event is named.. consider that if its a freestyle event.. it should have actual freestyle in it. Make sure the event organizers are seeking truth in the history of the sport whether it never appears in Olympics. So on the point of freestyle /flatland stationary trickriding. (stoppies , balancing on each wheel and each peg/edges of the tire. Working that into 1 minute mini exhibitions at home will be something that will help to make use of pauses on elevated platforms for 1-3 seconds.

As for workouts.. I'm only going to mention 2. Core strength: Finding one of those ab wheels, put both your feet on it and roll around the floor like you're a rear paralyzed dog. The actual exercise is measure out 50 feet.(10foot increment markings) From the start you pull yourself forward on your arms (“running” if you can) and then every ten feet do 3-6 pushups. Repeat up to three times. As you get stronger, use one arm and rest the other.. alternate arms. Torso and core will develop together. Turning the bike needs to muscle it around in the air and not by effort.. more like bullying a pigeon for its street-found popcorn. 

 Dips, fore-arm curls, and grip strength exercises... AND 3 minutes of very very very hard cycling repeats on stationary bike. 5 repeats now, eventually 7- 10, If for some reason your legs start getting a little bit overmuscled without the gains for landing tricks, then dial back the resistance and take the time up to 3:30-4 minutes and plateau at a lower intensity. Make sure to coldwater bath afterwards and do more stretching. I should expect you dont need to take the time up beyond 5 minutes .. and in that case.. its straight up cardio at 20+minutes. Strictly divide your muscle twitch workout specificity workouts between fast and slow. 

Considering the way you got your bike.. The lottery might make you feel a little lucky.. like its already dream come true being an Olympian. Personally I 'd strike away that narrative from here on in . call it coincidence and suggest the real luck is what you establish in trick and style for  BMX and not how you got here. 

So thats about it .. I hope to see you in 2024/5 and watch your further career. Bests

Mikki

Michael Bench, MEP, WGSGC

Exercise Physiology , Gender Studies.

Pennsylvania, USA.

[chiefdancingbear]

The Simpernaturals: Space Cadet

Hello fellow simmers! It is I, ChiefDancingBear here to write yet another update! A lot has happened since I have been playing non-stop on my beautiful new gaming computer! Its superb!! Anyway, on with the update!

It had been a rough week for the Thornberry’s but they had gotten through it okay. Asher’s job was going well although tiresome at times and very strenuous too. James had noticed a change in his two boys and he couldn’t have prouder. John really took the lead in helping his Dad with Michael who had seemed to be adjusting well to the change finally. 

On one trying day, James followed his son John outside for just a minute and told him before he left to go find friends to play with how well he was doing with Michael and how much he appreciated him. 

“Hey there Sport! Thanks for all your help around the house lately!”

“You’re welcome Dad!” John replied as he was hugged. “You think that I can go out and play now?”

“You sure can bud! Make sure though that you are home before the sun goes down though. Call if you need me!”

“Sure thing!” he called over his shoulder as he ran off to the park in one of the neighborhoods close by. 

He didn’t have to go far until he found someone playing chess. However, there was an urn sitting near it and for some reason he heard him talking to it. He thought a lot about what his parents taught him about accepting people and not judging a book by its cover, but it felt too off. So he let the kid get on with his game.

A little while longer, while roaming the park alone, he noticed that not too many kids were about and that it was getting dark. He had known it was probably going to be hard to meet someone this late in the day and went back home for dinner. 

Little Michael, as he walked on through the door, was having part of his dinner already. He had been crying by the tracks of tears streaking his face and his Mom was busy cooking. He guessed that Michael, who had always been a good eater and let his stomach rule his behaviors from time to time, had asked for food. They usually had denied him of eating right before dinner, but this time was different. Asher had been very stretched lately and so John felt the tightness in the room as soon as he walked in. He gathered that that is why Michael got his way. 

“James! Come in here for a minute while I go get some fresh air! Im burning up” Asher called out. 

“I can watch it for you Mom” John offered. 

Asher sighed, looked a bit frustrated, but then softened when she saw her precious boy’s face. “No honey, its okay.....your Dad can help out” 

As soon as James made his appearance, out the door she went for some nice clean air. The days, while nice and warm, lent to cool evenings. The breeze on Asher’s face felt amazing. She looked up into the stars and got lost in thought over the billion stars that lay out overhead. It was really incredible how they all made you feel so small. It was at this pivotal moment that something strange was about to happen! 

Out of nowhere this flying object came out of the sky! Asher was so spooked that she didn’t know what to do. She was half afraid and half in awe that all she could do was stand there. It came down closer to her and shot a beam of white light on her and she was most certainly trapped. She cursed herself for being so naive and not running away, but she kept her wits about her. When she made it to the spacecraft it flew away, but it only seemed like it was a nanosecond before she was back on Earth and the craft flew away just as fast as it had come. 

She ran back inside the house as fast as she could. She didn’t know how to explain things to her family, but something so significant had to be said. 

“Honey? Are you okay? You have been out there a while” James’s concern showing in his eyes. 

“I-I don’t know.......”

“Mom looks weird Dad......” John announced. James shushed him at once.

“Sweetie, what happened?”

“I saw.......something strange........it was flying around. Nothing like I have ever seen before.......” 

“Like a spacecraft?! I’ve read about this one adventure in my comic books about an alien spacecraft and-”

“John, shush....let your Mom talk” James said lovingly. All Michael could do was furrow his brow and watch everything unfold from here. He had his mouth full of food and he knew he wasn’t supposed to talk when it was full like that.

“Yes John......yes.....no real explanation.......” 

“Are you hurt?” James asked.

“No......I think that they just wanted to pick my brain about some human things.....but it all seems so fuzzy now.......they forced me to drink this awful stuff. After that, the details of where I was and why got messed up”

“Do you feel sick at all?”

“Sweetie, I feel strange.....thats all......its really okay. I’ll get over this, I’m sure” 

The talk at the table turned to more pleasant subjects, but the fact that their Mom had been taken by something unknown scared Michael, John was only afraid that they would take her again and not return her next time, and James was on edge because he felt like any moment she might be ill and there wasn’t anything that anyone could do for her. 

Later that night after all was quiet and James was about to hit the sack, being the last of them to go down for the night, he heard Michael crying and John waking with a start yelling about space monsters. ‘Here we go with the nightmares’ he sighed. It was one night that he wished he could have gone to bed, just this once, without anyone needing anything prior to him laying down. However, the noise had woken Asher and she helped with Michael as James went up to see John. Any other night, Asher would have stayed asleep, but flashes of memory were trying to come back to her and it frightened her a bit. Would these images come back in full force or go away completely? Who knew. 

She went into Michael’s room where he cried his little eyes out. He called out to his Mom when he saw her in his mind’s eye and said, “MOMMY!! MOMMY!! Don’t let the bad space monsters get me!!” 

“Michael, wake up......wake up sweetie....you’re having a nightmare......I’m right here!”

He opened up his eyes, wet with tears. “That’s it my little man, Mommy is here” she rocked him and thought, ‘we need a vacation’. At that same moment, James had the very same thought. There was no question that the whole house was awake so James called down to Asher. 

“John is up too talking about space monsters.......I think he had a bad dream too......you’ve been stressed out, this traumatic event has happened to you and I don’t even know what to do about it. All but keep my eye on you for changes and tell the children not to worry. However, I feel as though that would be a lie since I am worried over this just as much. Its becoming stressful and this place is now filled with terror instead of love. We need a different atmosphere for a while” 

“You think that a change in scenery is going to change the atmosphere when we are back?” Asher asked trying to look at the bigger picture.

“What could it hurt to get away for a while?”

“True.....let’s do it and give it a shot......boys lets go on vacation to Granite Falls starting tomorrow! Pack your bags as soon as you get up tomorrow” 

For the rest of the night, Michael and John were sharing their parent’s bed with them because everyone was still scared over space monsters. In the morning, Asher was the first to wake and made breakfast for everyone before going off to pack her, James, and Michael’s things. James already knew that he was to help John pack and off they went! Their adventure was just beginning! 

Thanks for tuning in! Keep watch for new updates!! Hope you all enjoyed this one! 

[lunarmoonacnh]

i was tagged by the amazing @unhugme

Rules: Once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, choose 25 people to tag!

THE LAST… 1. Drink: diet coke

2. Phone call: my mum

3. Text message: my best friend telling him goodnight 

4. Song you listened to: Michael Jackson - Pretty Young Thing bc it was on the radio 

5. Time you cried: like last night or the night before coz it was 2am and life

HAVE YOU EVER… 6. Dated someone twice: ive barely even dated someone once lmao

7. Been cheated on: yup...

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: no i dont think so

9. Lost someone special: yes, my great grandpa

10. Been depressed: yes, im currently seeing a therapist 

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yes! every time i drink unless its wine, for some reason wine doesnt make me sick. i think its because i once totally over did it on spirits and cider so not they just taste like the time i almost died and my body cant take it

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS:

12. grey

13. mint green

14. blush pink

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… 15. Made new friends: yes, i started college so i made new irl friends because of that and i have also mad new internet friends through this blog 

16. Fallen out of love: kinda, depends how you look at it. i didnt know i had fallen out of love until the relationship had ended and i didnt feel as sad as i thought i would

17. Laughed until you cried: always, when i’m with my friends all i do is cry laugh 

18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes, it happens a lot, sometimes negative and sometimes positive 

19. Met someone who changed you: yes, for good and bad. 

20. Found out who your true friends are: yes, once i left school i knew who my real friends are because they are the ones who kept in touch and the ones who didnt do other things that they knew would hurt me

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: yess

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most, i dont know them all personally but i know of them all, no strangers for me

23. Do you have any pets: not at my house but we are getting our little puppy Sully in 14 days. i do have a cat and a dog at my dads house but i very rarely go visit 

24. Do you want to change your name: no, i used to want to when i was a kid because i used to get bullied because i had a ‘boys’ name (Billie) but now i like it because its unique  

25. What did you do for your last birthday: met my friends that i met on the internet that are now irl friends for a meal and to go shopping. we went for pizza and bowling and then shopping before they had to leave again:(

26. What time did you wake up: usually between 8am and 9am without an alarm 

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: i think i was actually sleeping for once if not i was watching youtube videos

28. Name something you cannot wait for: to get my puppy and to meet up with and have a party with my internet/irl friends again in summer

29. When was the last time you saw your mother: like 15 minuets ago befroe i came upstairs to do this

30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i could control my anxiety and depression or even not have it at all. i also wish my dad would pay me more attention and want to see me more because i miss him and its almost like he forgets i was his first kind before he mt his new wife

31. What are you listening to right now: the 1975

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: i mean i have a cousin name Thomas? but never someone just called Tom without it being shortened 

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: life? no but like the fact that im not allowing myself to do the things i want to do out of pure fear

34. Most visited website: Tumblr of course... it is never off my browser 

35. Elementary: ive honestly never wanted to go back to a time in my life more than i want to go back to elementary/primary school 

36. High School: no thanks to that. i wish i could have been one of the people that called it the best years of their lives not 5 years of asshole bullying me 

37. College/university: im commenting on this as England college (16-18 year olds) and ive just dropped out of one part (sixth from) where i was taking 3 subjects Media studies and Film studies which i loved and will miss and Psychology wich i did love but wont miss because i couldnt do it and it made my anxiety sky rocket. in september i start a makeup course and i am so excieted to be a qualified makeup artist this time next year

38. Hair colour: mousy brown

39. Long or short hair: long, like almost to my butt long (yes its natural)

40. Do you have a crush on someone: yes, but i could never pursue it bc he is my friend and i wouldnt want to ruin that. ive made that mistake with my ex.

41. What do you like about yourself: my eyes. they are grey and kinda ombre like they hae a really dark ring on the outside and they get lighter closer to my pupil

42. Piercings: yes, my first and second lobes on both ears, my helix and forward helix on my left ear. half way up my ear and my rook on my right ear and then my nose 

43. Blood type: i have no idea, do people actually know this?

44. Nickname: Bil and B although i dont like B (pronounced like Bee) but its what my cousins have called my since i was really small so it doesnt bother me that much with them 

45. Relationship status: extremely single

46. Zodiac sign: Aquarius 

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favourite TV show: pretty little liars, it has just finished and now i am re watching it to find clues about A that i missed 

49. Tattoos: no, but i have a couple planned 

50. Right or left hand: right

FIRST… 51. Surgery: teeth removed they are the only ops ive ever had and will ever have to have touch wood

52. Piercing: ears

54. Sport: i danced as a majorette does that count?

55. Vacation: i honestly have no idea, i think i went to Devon though (its a place in the UK) all i know is my first holiday was during 9/11 

56. Pair of trainers: probably like Nike Airs or something Adidas i have no idea 

57. Eating: i actually know this bc my older cousin fed me a wham bar (a british, i think, chewy candy thing) when i was 3 week old, so i could have died the ifrst time i hate lmao

58. Drinking: i was 14, i know i shouldnt have been drinking because my mum made me promise her i wouldnt, but i remember being so drunk (idk if it was real or faked tbh) on alcopop thats right 4% alcohol and i probs had like 3 

59. I’m about to: go get my cousins baby off his Nan so she can get his older brother from nursery

60. Listening to: idk if this is like asking the same as earlier? coz if so t]still the 1975

61. Waiting for: my friend to reply to me an tell me when he is taking me for coffee 

62. Want: my dog

63. Get married: probs idk

64. Career: i dont have one rn but hopefully a makeup artist

YOUR TYPE… 65. Hugs or kisses: rn hugs i need to hug someone while i fall to sleep so bad its been so long 

66. Lips or eyes: eyes

67. Shorter or taller: taller bc im also tall so i need someone taller than me (i dont need but i like a partner to be tall)

68. Older or younger: older, people y age are immature so any younger and i may as well spend my time with a 10 year old

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: i dont mind tbh

71. Sensitive or loud: both? not too loud though ya girl has sensitive ears 

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship, im demisexual (it took me 17 years to figure that out) so hook ups aren’t my thing

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: it depends because i tend to be the cause of arguments and things because im honest but im not out there to cause trouble i just dont like to lie

HAVE YOU EVER… 74. Kissed a stranger?: no

75. Drank hard liquor?: yes, dont do it, its bad kids

76. Lost glasses contact/lenses: yes, i lose my glasses all the goddamn time

77. Turned someone down: yes, i always feel bad but you cant force feelings

78. Sex on first date: nope

79. Broken someone’s heart: not that i know of, i doubt it though

80. Had your heart broken: yes, again not fun

81. Been arrested: nooo

82. Cried when someone died: yes

83. Fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… 84. Yourself: not always

85. Miracles: yes, the baby i spoke about earlier? yeah hes my miracle, he was born with a new strain of meningitis, he has had 3 lots of brain surgery (at a week old) and the doctors said it was a very low chance he would survive. he did 3 times. his heart also stopped 3 times, again he is here. he also had multiple surgeries on his joints, we got told he wouldnt walk but here he is at 16 months running around like a crazy person and loving life with his older brother  

86. Love at first sight: i mean no, how can you fall in love with someone based off their face (no matter how many cute people you see on the street that you think you love, you probably dont)

87. Santa Claus: hes real in my house

88. Kiss on the first date: ive never been on a proper date so

89. Angels: yeah, i really love t believe in thse things because its cute

OTHER… 90. Current best friend’s name: im not saying their name coz idk if thats a good idea tbh

91. Eye colour: greyyy

92. Favourite movie: Tim Burtons Alice in Wonderland i just love his aesthetic and the story of Alice so put them together and you have a winner

ok i dont have 25 people to tag but i do tag @theflowerkingdom @kinkylildanny @creepyphantasia @imjustacanforallthephantrash and @dead-nightingale 

if you are reading this and you want to do it, go for it and just say i tagged you!

[auburnfamilynews]

Week 13 is historically known as a dud as teams get a week off or a cupcake before playing the biggest game on their schedule. And while most of you are still drying off from the blood feud that was Samford and Auburn, there were some actual solid matchups this Saturday, with Ohio State taking down Penn State to the surprise of no one and Georgia doing Georgia things and holding on to beat Texas A&M. Those, however, do not meet the criterial for the Roasted. We hold ourselves to higher regard and a higher standard, and there wasn’t much funny stuff that happened at those games. There were some funny things that happened at 3 or 4 games at the very least, so let’s get to it in this week’s Roasted!

SAD SEC FANS ARE SAD

Earlier this week, Vanderbilt Director of Athletics, Malcom Turner, came out to say that Derrick Mason would be back next year and that the university supports him through this tough season that has seen the Dore’s bring home two whole wins. That sort of message normally rallies the troops and gets the fans out to support the coaches and the players through this rough patch. So how’d that go for them you ask?

Vandy gave ETSU $390,000 to play today. Hard to imagine they made that much in ticket sales. pic.twitter.com/da8qrumvhl

— Joe Avento (@JoeAvento) November 23, 2019

Ugh…admittingly, living in Nashville myself, it was not a fun day to be outside on Saturday. The Dores would get the win on Senior Day but the bad news is they go to Knoxville next week to take on an all the sudden hot Vols team. Even if they played in Nashville, it would be a pro Tennessee crowd but at least the number of fans would be cut almost in half at Vanderbilt Stadium.

MEANWHILE….IN BATON ROUGE, Arkansas started life after Chad Morris and it continued much like life with Chad Morris. LSU led 56-6 at one point before asking for volunteers from the crowd and Arkansas was able to add 2 TDs and backdoor covering the 42.5 point line. That didn’t do anything to dampen the celebration of gaining the Boot for another year!

Nobody wanted it. Part Deux. The #LSU players left "The Boot" on the field following their 56-20 whipping of Arkansas. pic.twitter.com/rgBzPZMHZy

— Jacques Doucet (@JacquesDoucet) November 24, 2019

Oh…well surely Coach O was all about celebrating bragging rights for another year over their neighbors to the north!

Ed Orgeron on #LSU not celebrating: "There wasn't going to be celebration for beating Arkansas, they havent beaten anyone in a long time."

— Brody Miller (@BrodyAMiller) November 24, 2019

I mean, he’s not wrong…

It was good to see Arkansas fans were having a fun time in Death Valley though.

Sad on Piggies….Sad on.

HARVARD AND YALE HELD A PROTEST AND A FOOTBALL GAME BROKE OUT!

Historically speaking, The Game is a game that everyone should watch. It was where Tailgating truly began and is one of the oldest rivalries in College Football, since ESPN wants to shove down our throats that it’s the 150th year of the sport of Kings (don’t get me wrong, if I get the History of the SEC series out of this deal, I will happily pay the piper for it). If you are looking for football prowess and NFL talent, then this game wouldn’t interest you and normally doesn’t interest many people except to see the final and then forget about it five minutes later. That would have been this year if it wasn’t for something that happened near the end of halftime.

The Harvard-Yale football game has been delayed due to students protesting climate change in the middle of the field. pic.twitter.com/uY9Kc3Mn32

— ESPN College Football (@ESPNCFB) November 23, 2019

HALFTIME LASTED NEARLY AN HOUR THANKS TO THIS KOMBI YA FEST! Don’t get me wrong, I think things should be done a little differently in regards to the climate and how we treat the Earth, but that doesn’t mean I am going to rush the field in a game at Harvard, Yale or Cal for that matter. I mean, what’s the end game here? To get the corporations to changes their ways, man? Ok brah, in that case, go and write your representatives (whatever good that will do) and pray that you annoy the person that opens his mail enough to show him what the people in his district think. Don’t punish the students playing the game or the parents and friends that care about those players in their biggest (and probably last for some) football game before they go in law or some dot-com company that runs the world and takes away from those harmful carbons you keep bitching about!

Ok, so after the game got back underway, it ended up going to double overtime and almost forced the game to be called a tie. Why is that, you may be asking. Well because Yale, one of the centerpieces of college’s in the United States…DOESN’T HAVE STADIUM LIGHTS!! WHAT IN THE WIDE WORLD OF SPORTS!?! I get that you want the game to be pure and played in the sunlight, but when sunset is at 4:30 Eastern in New Haven, you might need some extra light! I envision something like the end of Bagger Vance if this game were to keep going past the 2 overtime period, running more of those Fossil Fuels the students were protesting and really creating some fun irony. Fortunately, for everyone, Yale secured a share of the Ivy League title with a 50-43 win over the Crimson, thus securing another Blue victory over the Red. Here’s hoping Auburn can make sure the Blue team beats the Red team next weekend as well!

STATE OF FLORIDA INTERNATIONAL!

Ok, show of hands…who had this one? I didn’t…I should have knowing that Miami could barely score 20 points much less beat anyone by 20.

Alright, show of hands…who knew that Butch Davis was the Head Coach of FIU? Yeah, me either!

Ok ok, last one, who remembered that the Marlins Baseball Park (where this game was played just to rub salt in the wound for Miami) was built on top of where the old Orange Bowl, the one where Miami built their name, use to stand?

FIU DEFEATS MIAMI 30-24. PAWS UP!!! So proud to be a part of this program. pic.twitter.com/eCbgd5MdCe

— AJ Ricketts (@AJRicketts) November 24, 2019

Yeah…all those things are true, and each one of them hurts Miami fans more and more as you say each one of them out loud.

THATS THE GAME! FIU PULLS OFF THE UPSET OVER MIAMI!#FIU #Miami pic.twitter.com/OOcF6kkdJF

— The Sideline Report (@SidelineReport_) November 24, 2019

At one point in this pillow fight, it was 16-0 FIU. 16-0!! Lord have mercy! If you are thinking, wow, losing as a double digit favorite isn’t something that happens often, you are correct. The Canes, however, have gotten that part of consistency down to be sure!

With the loss to FIU, Miami becomes the only team in the last 40 years to lose three times as a 14-point favorite in a single season. Canes lost to VT as 14-pt fave, GT as 18.5-pt fave and tonight to FIU as 21-pt fave. Canes also won 17-12 as a 30.5-pt fave vs Central Michigan.

— Chris Fallica (@chrisfallica) November 24, 2019

Sweet Lord! I don’t want to start Manny Watch just yet since he is only 10ish games into his career as the second best team in Dade County but there is one thing that a new head coach in a rebuilding situation can give and that’s hope.

LMAOOOOOOOO POVERTY pic.twitter.com/wvYyMYFgPI

— LOCAL RAPPER is OUT NOW! (@TaReefKnockOut) November 24, 2019

I don’t know what on Earth this guy is dancing for down 13-0 to something called Florida International, but hope is not the thing that gives me if I am a fan of the U.

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