#we actually went out at one point. one of my friends yelled at white shirt to stop being a prick and asked an attendee to kick him out

[snnumntik]

not to sound like an old fuck but teenagers are the fucking worst

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 1 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: part one is here, enjoy! <3

W/C: 3.398

Introduction

"Can you try smiling this time?"

I mumble, holding myself back from rolling my eyes in annoyance. I click my tongue, standing behind Luis, my close friend and cameraman.

"The photo needs to be edited later, for sure. Looks a little off compared to the others." I tell Luis, sending an insult to the man in front of the camera, in English for him to hear.

Even so, Luis and I usually spoke English to each other. It being a language we were both very well versed in.

Jude doesn't even look like he wants to be here, at all. He wouldn't be the only one, that was for sure. 

"That's good enough, Bellingham. You can go." I say, folding my arms up to my chest.

"Finally." He mutters, rolling his eyes, the Brummie accent, which was quite new to me, rolling off his tongue.

He raises his hands, smoothing down his shirt, before nodding at Luis with a smile and leaving, not acknowledging me per usual.

"Douchebag." I mumble, solely for myself to hear, but I notice Luis glancing at me.

"What?" I ask, rolling the papers in my hands into a tube out of boredom. The letters curving with the bend of the paper.

"You two are becoming more insufferable every day." He says, going to wipe his camera lens with a microfiber cloth. He treated his cameras like his actual children.

"Not my fault." I reply through clenched teeth, placing a hand on my hip.

"You spilled an entire americano on his brand new, white kit. On his first day here." He says, recalling the embarrassing and aggravating incident.

"It was just an accident!" I retort, unfolding the papers again. "We could have moved on from that after I apologized, but he's decided to be an asshole about it."

So, who was the insufferable one here?

He doesn't say anything else, an uninterested sigh leaving his lips as he distracts himself with the lens.

I saw Luis as the older brother I never had, but he wasn't even taking my side in the situation.

Traitor.

I huff, turning away and looking around the pitch for some entertainment I could turn into content.

My eyes catch the players of the club warming up a couple meters away.

Easy content, my favorite.

"Can I get a camera?" I nudge Luis, his eyes looking up at mine.

"Should I trust you with one?" He says, voice unsure.

"Yes, just give me the smaller one." I usher, holding my hand out in anticipation.

He sighs again, grabbing the requested camera out of his equipment bag.

"Two hands." He mutters.

I roll my eyes, grabbing the camera with the apparently very necessary, two hands.

"I'll take care of your child." I mock, smile tugging at my lips as I see him get annoyed.

"Chill, I've got it." I add, walking away from him.

I was being serious, of course.

Firstly, I wanted these shots to come out perfectly. Secondly, I didn't want to get killed by him for ruining his precious camera. I had enough enemies in this club already. Losing an ally wasn't on my bingo list this season.

I turn the camera on clumsily, pointing it at the training players as I'm standing behind the goal.

How the hell does a small camera weigh this much? It genuinely felt like a bag of rocks weighing down on my arms.

I try to ignore the heaviness of the camera, filming the individual shooting of the players. Moving the camera when necessary.

I stand there for a moment, before I hear Luis come up to me, finally taking the camera out of my hands.

"How the hell do you even hold these cameras? My arm almost went numb." I say, rubbing my tired arm as I look at him.

"I go to the gym, unlike you- and I'm used to it by now." He replies, focusing on filming.

The urge to say something petty back is interrupted as Camavinga suddenly yells at us, our heads snapping up.

« Tu filmes? » are you filming?

He shouts in French, standing in his position.

I used to whine and complain about having to take French back in school, but now I was genuinely grateful for it. It was very useful now, even though I had forgotten a great chunk of it.

"Want us to?" I shout back in English, ignoring the fact that we are shouting back and forth like maniacs. He nods, giving us a thumbs up.

"Yeah, go ahead." I nudge Luis, making him film again. I grab him, making him take a step back for safety, watching Cama receive the ball and shoot, hitting the net perfectly.

I cheer quietly, not wanting to disturb the audio of the footage as he smiles back at me, walking back to stand and watch the other players.

I have been working in the marketing and PR department at Real Madrid for about two years now. The club and players were generally very nice to work with, which made my job so much better.

It wasn't my permanent job. I had just started my third year of my law degree this new school year, combining online classes with this job. Balancing did get difficult at times, but I liked the fact that it kept me busy and motivated.

"Think we're good to go." Luis says, interrupting my thoughts as he points his camera downward.

"You sure?" I ask, whipping my head around.

"Yeah, the sun is about to melt us and the camera. Come on, let's go inside." He says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away from the pitch

"If you read this sentence, does it sound like I know what I'm talking about?" I ask Lina, her face scrunching up almost instantly. 

I was confident enough to write this essay on my own, really, but having a friend keep me company made it way more fun. 

"You know I don't like thinking about school. That's in the past for me." She says, her hands coming up in front of her defensively. 

"Come on, please? I'll grab a drink for you in a minute." I beg, placing my hands on her shoulders, shaking her back and forth.

"Make it two."

"Deal."

"Okay, show me." She says, shoving a piece of pineapple into her mouth, grabbing my laptop and leaning forward as I repeat the question. 

She types away for a second, adding a few words before turning to me after reading the sentence again. 

"What are you writing? The damn Magna Carta? What kind of essay is this?" She asks, her eyebrows raised. 

"It's about EU law." I sigh, I liked this subject, it was very interesting, but I couldn't wait to be done with this fifteen page essay. 

"Explains a lot." She says, shoving another piece of fruit into her mouth. Her fork suddenly appearing in front of my face, a piece of watermelon spiced onto it. 

"Thanks." I mutter, biting off the piece of fruit as I hear commotion in the hallways. 

"Get me my drinks, please?" She asks, blinking at me. I roll my eyes, push my laptop back and get up. 

"Let me guess, a lime soda and an orange juice?" 

"You got it." She winks, smiling at me. 

I chuckle at her, looking up as I watch the players pile into the cafeteria. 

"Lunchtime?" I mouth at Lina, she checks the time on her phone, nodding. 

I make my way to the bar, extending my arms up to grab two cups. The feeling of someone's hand on mine catching me off guard as I immediately let go of the cup. Turning around to see Jude right behind me. 

"What are you doing?" I ask, sending him a nasty look. Invading my personal space wasn't enough, now he wants to steal my cup?

"Grabbing a cup?" He retorts in a menacing tone, sending a glare back. 

I look at him, watching him fill his stolen cup with water, before he looks at me again. 

"What?"

"Can you move?" I ask through gritted teeth, motioning to him how he's basically entrapping me in between the counter and himself. 

He looks at me for a second as if to provoke me more, finally stepping away when I sigh. 

I scoff, rolling my eyes and extend my arm to grab another cup apart from the one I already had. 

I give him another nasty look, before filling both cups up and finally leaving his vicinity. 

"Don't spill it on anyone." He says, mocking tone clear as day. 

I turn again, fighting the urge to throw the precious orange juice into his annoying face before sighing and walking away. 

"Hope he chokes on his water." I mutter, finally putting the two cups down on the table, in front of Lina. 

"What was that back there? Another one of your tantrums?"

"No, his tantrum after he couldn't grab another cup, other than the one my hand was already on."

She chuckles, and I send her a slight glare, trying to delve back into my essay. 

I was maybe halfway through already, having to hand it in next week. I might have procrastinated a little, but one thing about me was that I'll always get it done on time. No matter what. 

Though, as I keep reading the word vomit I had written, I feel a wave of annoyance flow through me. I grunt, putting my face flat on the table. 

Two more years, then I could finally do my specialization. Two more years. 

"What's gotten into her?" I hear, recognizing Luis' voice. Then I hear a shift of the chair across from me as he sits down with- probably a tray of food. 

"Essay." I hear Lina mumble, a hum coming from Luis in acknowledgment.

"Are you still not done with that essay? You got it assigned like three weeks ago." He says in a nagging tone. 

I groan, remembering that I said that I wouldn't procrastinate this school year. Past me definitely hated the present me, and for sure hated future me even more if I kept this up. 

I raise my head, huffing before sitting up straight.  I blink a couple times to clear my vision and start to vigorously type again. 

"Have you guys seen the final edit for tomorrow's match?" Luis says, covering his full mouth with his hand. 

"No, who approved it?" I ask confused, glancing at the both of them and returning my gaze to my screen.

"Valeria did." He says. I look at him for a moment, scrunching my eyebrows together. 

"Not surprised." I mutter, taking a sip of my coffee. 

"Speaking of the devil." Lina says, and my eyes immediately dart around the room to find the devil in question. 

She's staring right at our table, making a beeline towards us as the clicks of her heels get louder and louder. 

Please don't sit here. 

She gives us a painfully fake smile, swinging the iPad in her hand back and forth. 

"Have you guys seen the edit I approved?"

Not even a hello?

"No, we haven't." Lina answers, and I stare at Valeria as she unfortunately sits across from me. 

She chuckles, practically shoving the IPad in our faces, showing off the edit. 

"It's perfect, isn't it?" She chuckles again, and I fight the urge to cover my ears instead of hearing her ear deafening, high-pitched laughter. 

"It's alright." I say, giving her a smile. My opinion really didn't matter to her anyway, the least I could do was pretend to like it. 

She nods, suddenly looking directly at me, glancing down at my laptop. 

"Still working on school? Can't even think of how someone like you can balance it with this busy job." She says, smile pulling at her lips. 

I raise my brows, looking at Lina and Luis for confirmation of what I had just heard her say. 

They give me the same 'what the fuck' look, and I look back at Valeria, giving her a fake smile. 

"I'm sure you couldn't think of it, Valeria." I say, keeping my retort minimal, I had to keep it professional, unlike her. 

She looks at me, no words are exchanged further as an almost minute long silence follows. 

She finally decides to leave after, sending both Luis and Lina a wave, doing her best to ignore me further. 

"She's so weird. Always on my ass about something." I mutter, starting to type again. 

"Don't think she's gotten over the fact that you were chosen to travel with the team this season." Lina says, patting my shoulder. 

"Well, too bad for her. Like I've got time for her petty conversations."

If I was being honest; I couldn't stand being within five meters of her. And with the amount of meetings we had together, made life a little more difficult than I would've liked. 

"Besides, you're coming with me. Why isn't she on your ass as well?" I ask Luis, seeing him shrug. 

"Because I'm handsome?" He smirks, starting to flex his arms. 

"She's annoying, but she doesn't have a vision problem." I hear Lina say, the both of us bursting out in laughter. Luis looking at us with the most defeated look ever, making us laugh even louder.

"Okay, alright, sorry. You're very handsome, we're just having a little fun. I promise." I say patting his hand, holding back more laughter as I dab away moisture from my eyes. 

I finish typing my current chapter after calming down, observing the text, and double saving the document before turning my laptop off. I look around for a second, seeing the players and staff chat and laugh together. The buzzing of my phone redirecting my attention back to our table. 

"y/n- your phone." Lina says, grabbing it to hand it to me. 

I grab it after thanking her, reading the caller ID. 

"Oh, it's my dad." I mutter. "I'll be back in a minute." I say, standing up to walk out of the cafeteria. I look around for a moment, then slide my finger to the right to pick up the call. 

"Dad?"

"y/n, how's work going?" He says, the sound of a paper shredder in the background almost sabotaging my understanding of his sentence. 

"Good, we're having lunch. How about you?" I reply, leaning against the wall. 

"Same old. I called to tell you- I'm not having dinner at home tonight. Ask Carmen to make something you want to eat." 

I hold back a sigh, closing my eyes in annoyance. He'd been working a lot since I was little, day and night. It had paid off very well. We had a big house and a beautiful backyard. He owned a law firm, in a nice area of the city and had a lot of clients.

His firm was also the legal representative of the club, being very close with President Pérez and manager Ancelotti themselves and other higher ups. 

Of course, I was still thankful, I never had to worry about necessities like food and clothes, they were always provided for me on a silver spoon. 

"Alright dad. See you tonight, love you." 

I hang up, shoving my phone into my back pocket, and walk back into the cafeteria.

"I'm going back to the office." I tell Lina and Luis, them looking up at me in concern. 

"Why? Did something happen?" Luis asks, fixing his dark, curly hair.  

"No, I just want to make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow." I force a smile, trying to cover up the fact that my mood was definitely ruined after that phone call. 

I grab my laptop, holding it in between my arm and chest as I start making my way out of the cafeteria. 

Not before I'm stopped by someone calling out to me. 

"y/n!" I hear, looking up and seeing Vini call me over, Rodrygo and sadly, Jude standing next to him. 

How did this communication even work?

I raise a brow, walking over to them. 

"What's with that face? Trouble with your boyfriend?" Vini says in Spanish, greeting me with a hug. 

"It's nothing like that! It was just my dad." I deny, laughing at him. My smile totally disappearing from my face when I make accidental eye contact with an irritated looking Jude next to Vini.

"Right, how's your dad? He hasn't been around lately." Rodrygo asks, greeting me as well. 

"Busy- you know how he is..." I reply, swatting my hand. "I'll try to convince him to visit." I smile. 

"Will you be coming with us to tomorrow's match?" Vini asks. 

"Oh yeah, I'll be joining you on all the matches this season. You guys got lucky this time." I joke, giving him a little wink. 

The two Brazilian men laugh, Vini patting my shoulder as I excuse myself to go up. 

I twist the key in the door lock, opening the front door to my house. The smell of spices and sauces filling up my nostrils. I scramble to take my shoes off, throwing my bag onto the floor and making a beeline to the kitchen area. 

"Aunty Carmen!" I exclaim, hugging her tightly. 

"Oh my girl!" She coos, squeezing me even tighter. 

"I missed you so much." I say, planting a kiss on her soft cheek, letting go of her. 

"Me too. Come on, get cleaned up and we'll have dinner." She says warmly, going back to stirring the food. 

Aunty Carmen was the lady who had been cooking for me and my dad since I was a child. Her food was finger-licking good, and I don't think I could ever survive without it. 

She'd partially raised me, alongside my biological aunt, whom I lived in the UK with for a couple of years. 

I had begged my dad to not send me to a boarding school, so he'd decided to send me off to live with my aunt, and made me attend an international school instead. A place, consisting of cultures and languages I always craved to be surrounded with becoming my second home. 

"When is your dad coming?"

"Oh no, my dad isn't coming for dinner." I explain, pulling out two spoons and two forks out of the cabinet and walking over to the dinner table. 

"He wasn't home last time either, why?"

"Too busy. You know how he is." I mumble, filling her glass with water. 

"I'm sorry, my girl." 

"It's fine- I'm used to it by now. You're here tonight at least." I beam, starting to dig into the food. 

"Aunty, you never disappoint!" I exclaim, shoving another spoonful of food into my mouth.

"Slow down! It's not going to run away from you." She fusses, taking a bite of the food herself. 

A comfortable silence falls in between us, the sound of our utensils clattering against the plates and bowls accompanied by the occasional comment about the taste of the food. 

I join her in cleaning up the table, placing the rinsed dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and putting  the leftovers into the fridge. 

"If you look closely, you can see the food I made for the rest of the week. Make sure you close the lids well, so it can stay fresh." She says, drying her wet hands on a kitchen towel. 

"Thank you." I say, giving her another hug. 

"Oh, you're leaving already?" I ask, watching her grab her handbag. It was a pretty brown bag, a birthday present from me a couple years ago. 

"I do sweetie. Take care of yourself." She says, pulling me into a hug. 

"-and lock your doors, don't open them for anyone." 

"You know I'm not a child anymore. I'm twenty already! Besides, we have security cameras everywhere." I complain, folding my arms up to my chest. 

"You've grown up too fast." She says, pinching the fat of my cheek, making me whine at the pain. 

I sigh, a little sad as she opens the front door and walks out. I wave one more time, closing the door behind her and locking it as she had instructed. 

My dad had keys to get in when I went to bed anyway. 

I decide to get ready for bed, turning on the now full dishwasher, and going up to my room. Hoping everything will go smoothly as planned tomorrow.

[imarealnugget]

ఌGeto catches you looking at himఌ

(Sorry if that sucks, it's my first characterxreader! If you want other fanfiction with other characters, just text me/write a comment🫶🏻.)

words count: 833.

You and Geto have been best friends for two years now, but you always had a crush on him. 

You two did EVERYTHING together: you both went out for missions (also with Satoru, Suguru’s best friend.), shopping, you usually ate at KFC etc.

As time passes, you fell in love with Geto more and more, Gojo knew that, and he also knew that Geto had a crush on you too, but he didn’t say anything. 

During summer, Satoru and Suguru always played some basket games between themselves, at the start you didn’t care so much, because you preferred going out with Shoko and Utahime for shopping, buying dresses and make-up. 

But one day, you had a conversation with Gojo.

“Y/n, come here one sec!” Gojo called you, yelling.

“Yeah, wassup, ‘Toru?” you walked towards his direction, wondering what he was going to say.

“Yesterday I was playing basketball with Suguru and he started sweating, so he took off his shirt...” he told, smirking when he saw your face becoming red: you were actually thinking about Geto without his shirt, then the white-hair guy kept talking.

“...and we are going to play again tomorrow, soooo, ‘f you wanna see him without his shirt you–”

“Shut up, you idiot!” You interrupted him while he was talking. He was right, you wanted to see Geto without his t-shirt so much, but you just try to deny it in front of his best friend. 

“I–I don’t wanna see him without his t-shirt!” you yelled at him, and your face just made him laugh for how much red it was.

After that talk with Satoru, you immediately called Shoko, you asked advices because you wanted to go and see Geto, but at the same time you were so insecure about that. 

Shoko almost forced you to go the next day and try to see him because she knew how badly you were in love with Suguru. She challenged you… “I bet you will get caught, hahahah!”.

Since you are a very competitive person, you wanted to prove Shoko that she was wrong and that you wouldn't get caught while you were watching him play shirtless

The next day, you woke up anxiously but at the same time so excited, you wanted to win the challenge, but at the same time, you were constantly thinking about how majestic Suguru would have been. You got up quickly and got dressed. After one hour you were completely ready. While walking towards the school gym, you were thinking about him, actually… you always thought about him: his voice, his fluff hair, his eyes and,his laugh and voice, his majestic smile; you were smiling and blushing while you were walking and then, you arrived. 

You took a deep breath before walking in, slowly.

Geto and Gojo were playing basketball, you only watched Suguru’s big arms, the veins that traced their path from arm to hand; you were so enchanted while watching him that suddenly he took off his shirt, that was all like you imagined a million times: his body is not very big, but his muscles are sculpted to perfection, his abs were perfect, he was perfect. sweat rolled down his body as he took the basketball from Gojo's hands and jumped towards the basket, scoring another point.

Wiping his face full of sweat he used his arm, closing his eyes for a few seconds and then... then opening them he looked towards you, smirking making you blush and ran away. 

After two hours, you were with Shoko, but she suddenly went away for an important call. You were chilling by yourself when you feel goosebumps all over your body: two big hands were caressing your hips from behind, it was Geto. He whispers in your ear, making sure to let the veil of his breath rest on your neck:

“Someone liked the view, huh?” He whispered in your ear with a big smirk on his lips.

You immediately became red on your face and tried to talk.

“I-It’s not what it looks l–like..” you whispered, stammering.

“Yeah, it is, Satoru told me.” He interrupted you, laughing softly.

“That little bastard..” you thought for yourself, getting angry at Gojo, but before you were able to say anything else, he slowly pushed you against the wall, his grip still on your hips as he slowly kissed you on your lips; the kiss was quick, but for you it seemed to last hours, and probably for him too. You looked him in his eyes, full of joy. So many positive emotions were running inside your head, but then you turned back to the reality, because Suguru spoke.

“I..love you, y/n.” he whispered, smiling. You saw a little bit of embarrassment in his eyes, and the same thing was for you.

You weren’t able to believe in his words, but your mouth started moving, you pronounced “I-I love you too, Suguru..” those words without thinking about nothing. 

He kissed you again, this time more passionately.

[cyberpunkhwx]

So I'm love in love with Yeosang and Seonghwa at the moment. Can I request a Yeosang/Seonghwa threesome smut after the reader gets to see them rehearse their motorcycle scene in the music video Bouncy.

The Racer (and his friend)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: bf!hwa x gf!reader x yeosang

Warnings: smut, fluff, 3some, Racer au, hwa sharing his gf, oral (f-receive), fingering, yeosang's strong ass biceps(yes this is a warning), degerating, praising, they're kinda simps at this point? Lotta compliments, manhandling, being lift up, double penetration, multiple orgasm, dom!hwa, dom!yeo, sub!reader lmk if I missed anything

N/a: Just realised I misread the request abit.. oppsie~ this is an actually Racer au and not just them releasing the racing scene^^

"Baby, there's a race going on tonight, wanna join?"

Your boyfriend was putting on his racing suit, making sure it was tight and secure. The black suit with orange details and lines that matched perfectly with his bike. With a black tee under it.

You give him a thumbs up, as you make your way to your shared bedroom, in your his apartment. You went through your whole closet, trying to pick something to match with him. You finally settle with one og his white sweatshirts and a red skirt, pairing with you to-go black boots. You did the last touched and went out. Where Seonghwa was waiting for you, leaning onto his bike as he held his helmet in one hand, and scrolling on his socials in the other.

He looked gorgeous as always. His black hair styled into a side slick with a few stray of his hair down on his forehead.

He smiled when he saw you, motioning you to come closer as he sat on his bike.

"Here, let me help" He placed the helmet on your head securing it tightly "too tight?" "Just perfect"

After a year of dating, he still treats you like glass. It'd be a lie to say if you were scared of riding with him at the very first times, but not anymore. Not with the way he puts your comfort his number one priority.

You get on the bike and grip on his muscled waist tightly, putting your head on his back and just enjoying the ride.

_

"So there's actually someone I wanted to introduce you to" seonghwa parked his bike nearby, helping you off. "He's kinda new here and we want to make him feel as welcome as possible hmm?" He said guiding you toward the usual café.

"Oh there he is" He waved at a guy sitting alone on a table. He waved back. He had his hair styled in a tiny pony tail, with a few strands on his forehead, maybe abit longer- they came on his eyes. Like seonghwa. Is that a thing for bikers? You thought. you tried not to stare but there was just alot to look at. He had a tight sleeved black shirt on, with his racing suit hanging on his chair. It looked similar to seonghwa's, only abit darker, looking more red than orange. His doe eyes that looked back and forth on you and seonghwa, did not match his huge biceps. You were almost worried it'd tear the shirt.

You walked closer to his table as seonghwa sat on a chair infront of him, motioning you to sit beside him, keeping his hand on the head of your chair.

"Darling, this is Yeosang. The guy I wanted to introduce to you, he is hot isn't he?" He winked as he continued "And this is my girlfriend y/n, she's here to cheer on me tonight" He gave your shoulder a squeeze as he watched you and yeosang shyly nod at each other, mumbling a quite hi and he says "oh man you're lucky, I wish I had a pretty cheering on me" he joked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh mate, she might want to cheer for you on second place hmm? If her pretty heart is feeling kind" He teased, gently rubbing your cheek qith his fingertips, tapping a familiar rhythm on the wooden table with his free hand.

_

Soon it was dark outside and time to race. You sat on the metal sits, as you admired your boyfriend getting ready. "You can do it seonghwa oppa!" You yelled across the way, he looked down as he chuckled, sending you a quick flying kiss before covering his face with the helmet.

You saw him chatting with yeosang and looking at you from time to time, but you shrugged it off, just giving a gentle smile qhwn you made eye contact.

"Racer, ready! 1, 2 , race" yelled the sexy flag lady in the bikini. You always wondering how the hell does she dress like that while you wore, your boyfriends long ass jacket (thanks to his long ass legs) and was still freezing. Does she gets paid well though? Maybe you should also-

The race was over almost as fast as it started. Seonghwa stood as he took out his helmet, doing his famous hair flip as people gathered around him.

You ran toward him to congrat him, and that was when he immediately pulled you into a deep kiss, almost eating you up. He only let go when he ran out of breath. "You, me, my resting room right fucking now" he told a staff to park his bike where it should and take care of it as he dragged you to take care of himself.

"Didn't know you could pop a boner by sitting on a bike, or what you and yeosang talked about was so arousing?" You teased, following after him. "Oh love, we were talking about your tight cunt‌, if your that curious" He said through his teeth, finally reaching the resting room.

"You-what?" You were not expecting this. "Oh darling, you just look so sweet everyone wants a taste. You don't wanna be cruel to his dick and let it explode do you?" He u locked the door, seeing yeosang already sitting there, waiting.

"It's gonna be really fun, babe. Now why don't you give us both a show, hmm?" He hugged your waist from behind, and guiding you toward the lunch table, pressing you on your back. The hanging lamp was almost blinding if it wasn't for seonghwa's large figure shadowing over you.

If you looked abit further up you could see yeosangs figure, smirking at you laying all pretty and sweet on the table, just because your boyfriend told you to.

"Such a good girl, you're show yeosang oppa how whiny you get for me?" It wasn't a question, because right after he finished his sentence, his hands slips down to them hem of your skirt. Yeosang on the other hand started to play with your face, cheeks and finally rested on you lips. You open your lips for him to put them in, luring them good. Seonghwa puts your both legs on his one shoulder to slip down your skirt and let them lay on the ground. He just takes a minute to observe the way you look under him. Your pretty figure laying for him while your cute face is busy paying attention to yeosang.

"Hyung, your babe is so cute" He let's his free arms wonder on the exposed skin of your shoulder and cleavage.

"She so fucking wet too, look at it" your boyfriend, spreader your legs wide with his both hands, slightly lifting your hips for yeosang to have a view of the dark patches on your panties.

You let out a whine at his action. Feeling shy, as if you were just for him to show off.

Seonghwa let your hips back on the table, just for his thumb to start working on your sensetive clit, rubbing on it over the fabric of your panties, just the way you like it. You felt your body shake slightly at the rough sensation, bringing up your knees.

"Yeo, hold her down" He minded no business to you, moving your soaked panties to the side for two long fingers to enter your wet hole, easily moving in and out.

Yeosang, gently moved his finger out of your mouth, you grab your both hands with one of his, holding them next to him and above your head. While his other hand, made its way on your top and bra, taking it off of you, making your boobs bounce down. "Fuck! So pretty" He cages your nipple between his fingers, before grabbing the whole boob and squizing it harshly.

You arch your back, hips squirming away from seonghwa, already feeling hazy with all the hands on you.

Seonghwa's skillful hand followed your hips, not giving you a moment to rest, only speeding up his tempo. "My baby gonna cum for me? Be a good slut and cum, hmm?"

Yeosang dragged your hands further away, locking you in between their bodies,moving his face to take a bite of your other nipple, making you let out a scream.

"Hwa.. close-" "awe hyung, she's already cummin', so sensetive" He bit harsher on your chest, taking it all in his mouth.

"She's my sweet thing. Cum for me baby c'mon"

That's all you heard before feeling your mind go blank. You arch your body, if it was even possible and let seonghwa take all you had in you. His movements slowed down as you came down from your high. Finally opening your eyes to seonghwa admiring your cum on his fingers while yeosang, massaged your arms and body. Seonghwa's fingers make their way again to your hole, fucking your fucking back to you. He spread his fingers inside you, spreading you open as much as you could take.

"Finally loose enough to take us both?"

_

Needless to say you learned alot of things that night. And one of them was that yeosang, defiantly knew how to put his overgrown muscles to use.

You found that out when he helped you sit up on the table. Grabbing your waist and dragging you all the way to his side of the table before lifting you up in second. You let out a scream when he did so, holding you from under your knees spreading your legs wide open for your boyfriend. "So fucking pretty" He murmered, playing with your puffed pussy lips. You squirmed then you realised, in fact, you could not move at all. Yeosang's iron grip held you tight with your hands caged between your body.

Yeosang chuckles at your try. "Oh baby, there won't be any need for you to move, that's why" and then he managed to give you the innocent smile, as if his dick is not right at your opening.

Seonghwa pulled you into a deep kiss placing his hands firmly on your hips while yeosang pushed his tip Inside you, painfully teasing your walls. You felt like you could cum by just that.

Suddenly, seonghwa's hands push you all the way down on yeosang's length, muffing your screams with his mouth. His hands slid down to your dripping hole, pushing a finger next your yeosang. Both you and yeosang moan at the feeling. He let out another finger in, spreading them like he did just before.

"Just loose enough" He whispered in your ear. He held your pussy open, adjusting his tip Inside your hole, slowely pushing inside you.

Hot teats steamed down your cheeks, it was painfully pleasureable. It hurted so much it felt good. You let your head drop on yeosang's shoulder while you adjust to them both basically ripping your pussy.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore" yeosang growled behind you, gripping tighter on your thighs, starting to thrust brutally inside you, hitting your spot after a few thrusts, breathing heavily behind you. Seonghwa did not fall behind. He matched yeosangs rhythm and they both start to fuck you senseless in matter of a second.

You let out high pitched cries at the thrust up your guts. "Cummin', cummin' ah- I can't take more"

"fuck I'm close too" "me too sweet thing"

You shook harshly for the second time that night, letting yourself go as your felt warm liquid feeling your insides.

The both pulled out and their cum start to drip out of you.

"Uh- uh" yeosang moved you on the table again, laying you flat on your back with your legs held up.

"Not a single drop going to waste, right sweetheart?"

Seonghwa put on your ruined panties on, teasingly pushing on your hole. You glare at him.

"Oka, okay sorry babe" He chuckles, helping you dress up while you lean onto yeosang's warm body resting your sore one, and that's how you let out a yawn before closing your eyes.

"Rest well my love" you couldn't figure out who said that before drifting to dreamland.

[izpira-se-zlato]

Bootleg Hojan Merch

I know Nace shared part of the story in an interview a couple days ago, but I was planning on doing a write-up before I knew that, so here you go 😂 Also contains the continuation of the saga in Finland :D

Putting this under a cut because it's gonna be a bit of a read (plus a few more pictures). Yeah, I hope no one here is surprised that I suck at keeping things short 😂

So I have done a fair bit of clownery this year, and the most recent bit (before the shirt project) was attending two of the Polish gigs, Wrocław and Poznań.

I was wearing my Cha Cha Cha shirt to the Poznań gig, and when taking pictures with Bojan and Nace after the show, I opened my jacket so the shirt was visible. When stepping back after the pic, Nace spied the shirt and was kinda excited about seeing Käärijä merch – though he prefers the Häärijä merch, as he told us, because he's a "big fan" (his words, not mine).

So back at the hotel, I told @braveheart1418, "God, I'm so tempted to try to procure an actual Häärijä shirt. Tell me that's a stupid idea." Of course she did no such thing and so we looked into how much it would cost (too much) and how long it would take (too long), and so I was like, "bummer. And I'm not comfortable making bootleg official merch. Although, omg – it would be hilarious of we did Hojan merch!"

And the longer I thought about it, the more I fell in love with the idea. Again, I told friends, "tell me that would be a stupid idea," and again, they were filthy enablers, and so I started looking into the matter semi-seriously once I was back home (that was Wednesday the 22nd, so almost exactly a week before I left on a business trip leading into a stay at my parents' place leading into the gig).

The first thought was to get a big HOJAN in the Häärijä lettering on foil to iron onto a black shirt, though @braveheart1418 had commented that the design with a picture Häärijä on is much more memorable. That was a very valid point, except that there were no Hojan pics in suitable resolution that were in the right pose.

Thus, things I needed to solve:

get a plotter to cut out "Hojan" for the chest -> my mom said my cousin had a friend with a plotter. Contact was established

get a picture similar to the official merch of Hojan -> I reached out to Dean, who was absolutely lovely and set me up with a picture I could use

clip Hojan from the picture -> I had @submariini as well as another dear friend help me there because they are both much better at photoshop than me and were kind enough to offer their help, and decided to add the yellow border because the best picture Dean had sent me was black & white

get transfer paper -> easy: amazon (loathe as I am to use it)

find a copy shop to print Hojan for me -> tricky bc I got Inkjet-Printer transfer paper and most copy shops have laserjets, if they allow using your own paper at all -> I got laserjet transfer paper and once again had my cousin come to the rescue and helped me print it :D

find t-shirts in the right sizes -> I solved this by eyeballing and taking pics of my dad in the various sizes to check with @submariini. While nerve-wrecking, I am astonished just how well the sizing worked out in the end!

Despite the limited time (limited further by me getting sick Monday/Tuesday before my business trip), it all came together beautifully: I did a test-print Friday evening and picked up the foil cuts, went shirt shopping with my parents on Saturday (shout out to them for letting their adult kid drag them through three different clothes stores and especially to my dad for gamely trying on half a dozen shirts and waiting while I yelled at ed about which to take 😂), finished the test shirt (mine) that evening and adjusted the colours on the outline to be closer to the foil, printed three more copies of Hojan Sunday morning, and got them ready just in time for leaving for the gig!

Which was yet again nerve-wrecking because of the unprecedented amounts of snow happening in Bavaria, but it stood no chance against our determination!

Unfortunately, the snow situation meant that JO couldn't come out after the show, so I passed the shirt to Nace during it and received a pick in return, which made me bluescreen as I hadn't expected an exchange 😂 He put the shirt down without having looked at it, which was a bit unfortunate because I would have loved to have seen his reaction, but it was still a pretty cool moment.

They did get a lot of gifts this close to St. Nikolaus (which is also celebrated in Germany, or at least was in my youth), most of which they left on the stage for the crew to gather up, so I bluescreened even worse when Nace bee-lined over to me as they came back on stage for the SSOL-encore to thank me again for the shirt – others told me later he'd taken it backstage after Carpe Diem with him, which I'd missed 😅

After the show, I met @mogoce-nocoj and ended up talking to her for quite a while outside the venue because neither of us wanted to split off into different directions, and so it wasn't until we were on our way back to @braveheart1418's hotel room (finally accepting that we wouldn't manage to say goodbye quite so soon and might as well talk somewhere warm 😅) that I saw that Bojan had posted the story to his Instagram 😂. Let me just say that it was very fortunate we were still out-doors and not near normal flats, because I don't think I was quiet when I saw 😂

I actually ended up making four shirts including my trial one – one for Nace, one for Häärijä himself because it felt fitting, and one for @submariini because he's such a Häärijä fan :D

The latter two, I took with me to Rovaniemi (which was ed's fault, because (and I quote), "come to Rollo! It'll be fun!"), where a bunch of friends and I met up for a birthday party slash Käärijä gig (over 20 clowns in one place, it was amazing, 10/10 would do again (genuinely)). The weather and means of transport tried to keep us apart (train strikes and ice rains on my end, though I still had better luck than Joker Out), but we actually all made it and by now all made it back again, too :D

As I mentioned in a different post, I actually managed to hand over the shirt to Häärijä before the gig, and he told me he would wear it on stage, which he did! I also got a picture with him, ed, and me all in our shirts, which was also pretty great :D

So, yeah! The Process™ of project 1.

Thank you so so much to everyone who helped and encouraged me along the way -- my parents and my cousin, the gift to our fandom that is Dean Grainger (none of whom will hopefully ever read this specific post), @braveheart1418, @submariini, @alephai, my dearest friend K who's been an enabler for so so many shenanigans, and xia!bf for bearing with my insanity (both where the shirts are concerned and the general Käärijä/JO brainrot) and helping me make this project a reality 💛

[starchaseriseverything]

Remus wakes up to the one and only James Potter standing over him. "Jesus, James."

"Happy Birthday, Moony!" That woke up Sirius from beside him.

"Prongs! Cut it out! I'm tired!"

James' face sags a little. "Sorry, Padfoot. Just wanted to surprise Moony."

"It's fine, Prongs." Sirius sits up and kisses Remus' forehead. "Joyeux anniversaire, Mooney."

"Thanks, my love."

"Always."

"You're sickening!" Peter shouts from his bed.

"You're just sour because you're single." Sirius says.

"Not the point!"

"Shut the fuck up." Remus hears someone say.

James smiles a little wider. "Sorry. Let's get out of here before we keep getting yelled at."

James walks right out, and when James wakes up, he never leaves without getting dressed, so he must already be. Remus grabs his outfit picked out for him by his beautiful boyfriend - which Remus will never mention to his face to keep his ego in check - and walks to the bathroom to get ready.

Sirius picked out a white shirt, his favorite sweater, and baggy jeans. He's not gonna lie. He does look amazing in this outfit.

They go down to breakfast, and while he passes, he gets a bunch of 'happy birthday's' from all his friends. He stares at the Gryffindor table where they sit. It's decorated with balloons and a banner above the table that says 'Happy Birthday, Mooney!'.

James is grinning from ear to ear next to him. "Do you like it?"

"Bit much, ain't it?"

"Never enough for our Mooney." His boyfriend says on the other side of him.

Peter isn't affected at all and just walks to the table and plops down in his usual seat. Marlene is seemingly enthused, smiling up at him as he sits down next to Sirius.

Lily, Mary, Marlene, Alice, and Frank have been sitting with them for years now. Since the second year, at least. But Marlene always sat with James first year before she got her own friends. They've been friends since seven. Apparently, they lived right next to each other and were living next to muggles.

They're family's are weird. That's all he has to say. I mean, Marlene is a half-blood, but James? James is a pure-blood, well, blood-traitor, but still.

Breakfast was - as usual- eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. It's what they always have on Sunday's. It's a tradition for the house elves to cook with the head teacher of each house for birthdays, though. And Minnie is a good cook. So, it should be much better than it usually is.

When Remus took that first bite, he was in awe. Minnie did a lot better this year. It's amazing.

After breakfast, they went back to the common room to open presents. James and Marlene ran ahead of them and set it all up. There was a whole spot just for them. Always has been since second year. No one ever goes in that spot. Not if they want to be the victim of a prank.

Marlene and James are sitting right next to each other, smiles mirroring each other's. The chair is surrounded by presents. Remus' spot. "Why so many?" He asks.

"Because you deserve it." Lily responds as she goes to sit down next to Mary and Alice. Frank follows behind while Sirius sits at the end of the couch closest to the chair. Remus sighs and sits down as best he could without touching the gifts.

Sirius smiles. "Mine first." He says while grabbing a small box wrapped in a happy birthday wrapping paper. Now that Remus is actually looking at them, they all are, and the bags are the same ones for each gift, too.

Remus takes it. When he opens it, he gasps. "You didn't."

Sirius smiles wider. "I did." It's a necklace with the moon and Canis Major - Sirius' constellation.

"I love it, my star." He replies, putting it back in its box and looking back at Sirius.

"Ok, ok, love birds." Frank says. "My turn."

Again, it's a box but bigger. It houses three grandpa sweaters - the ones he mentioned he wanted a month ago. "You remembered?"

Frank smiles. "Of course I did."

"Thank you, Frank." He puts them back in the box and sets them aside. Mary hands Remus her gift next. It's houses the tennis shoes Remus was talking about. "You guys are the best." He says while smiling at his new shoes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Rem." He just them aside, and Peter hands him his gift. He opens the bag and sees hair care products. "Peter!"

"What? I bought all the ones you use, plus some."

"I don't take enough care of my hair?"

"That's not what I'm saying. Just try 'em. They work amazing for me." He says while fluffing his hair.

Remus rolls his eyes. "Sure, whatever you say, Pete." He sets the bag aside, and Alice hands him her present. A sketching pad and pencils. "Aw, thanks, Al. I love you."

"I love you, too, Remy."

Next, it's Marlene' gift. Records. ABBA, to be exact. He smiles. "My favorite." He bought a record player a few months ago but hasn't had any time to buy any records. "Thank you, Marls."

Marlene smiles. "I pay attention."

Remus laughs. "Yeah, you all do."

Lily hands him hers. In a bag, there are three different books. Muggle. Lord of The Rings. All three books. "I've always wanted to read this. Thank you, Lils."

"Book group for a reason."

Remus smiles at that while James hands him his last gift. Three notebooks for the books Lily got him. "James,"

"You're welcome, Mooney."

"Thank you."

The rest of the day goes by in a wizz. They play muggle games that Remus can't quite remember the names of. And even Minnie gave him a gift. Potions books. He doesn't know why she has them, but he's thankful.

All his friends are the best he could ask for. But the best part was falling asleep with Sirius.

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Carrie watches: Not All Who Wanda Are Lost

gonna keep a running list of episode highlights again because nobody i know irl watches Fantasy High ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Riz and his folders :( he made one for Adaine for fun! That just says Hey Adaine! And Adaine is so delighted with the organisation <3

Murph getting a 30 trying to put his character's friends through school is so incredibly on brand

that school for lone adventurers did break my heart a little actually (as per the AP that one's on Murph and I am the opposite of surprised)

but their one-man bloodrush team was a hilarious bit

Ally going "no she can try to persuade me and in fact I will give her the help action because Kristen actually does know she should go to class" is incredible and speaks to me so deeply rn

"fluffier than my shirt?!"

Brennan immediately improvising a pseudo-deep health podcast when Kristen plugs the AUX in

Gorgug's humunculus. Just. Zac. It's molting because he ran out of time to add feathers?? and then it has the stupidest name?? and it's both impressive and also probably not as smart as it could be? and it can fly but like. barely? and it has super sharp claws but tries to sit on his head??

I went to school with some rich-ish boys and them nearly starving in front of a fully stocked kitchen is a joke I've made about them so many times, Fabian is On Brand as hell

the manic glint in Murph's eyes when Riz and Adaine start aggressively reverse-psychology-ing Fig out of her self-sabotage makes me wonder if that's not an approach he has at least considered many a time irl

(In response to the name Kipperlilly Copperkettle) "What are you, like, four different dogs? Just a white family's fleet of dogs?" SAVAGE. no survivors.

Riz noticing and cringing at people hyping up Gilear as a bit instead of out of genuine affection is so tragic and also so tragically what high school is *like* for people like him (cf: me).

obsessed with the whole student government storyline, they were MADE for this

the Axmurph household solidarity between Fig supporting Riz in his hyper cringe attempt to rebrand the Bad Kids to the PhotosyntheKids and Riz getting immediately so offended on Fig's behalf because another bard at school got famous for their music. Like. You know. That thing bards do.

Ah Brennan, I see what you're doing with Gorgug. It hurts me but I get it. Poor kid.

That whole interaction between Riz and Jawbone. Incredible. "I wouldn't." "Okay, I put it back."

"do we maybe see something of ourselves and don't like it or...?"

Brennan just metaphorically grabbing both Riz and Murph by the shoulders and shaking them. Hey buddy. Can we think about this. And Riz and Murph so deliberately going. No. No we can't. Because everything is truly so fine. Stress is good and we're doing so good thank you byeee! And Emily cackling in the background.

Riz as Kristen's campaign manager?? yes please and thank you

Kristen and her family. EEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Oh no. Oh no no no.

"We tried to tell the postman to bring your mail to Mordred Manor, 'cause you don't live here no more, and he told us we were bigots and fascists and that our reign would crumble so I don't know what that meant -" gotta love Bud Cubby. A real one.

Kristen doing something so out of pocket that Brennan imposes disadvantage on insight for her parents permanently, incredible

Adaine... no no nooo too real too real this is so sad. My poor girl :(

"No I guess I just... Wanda'd in" yeah this is a solid part two to Hilda Hilda. Brownie points for the weirdly aggro secret service agent with the missing persons case from 22 Hilda Blvd. (I do so love it when you can *hear* the DM yelling ENDING THE BIT THIS IS THE END OF THE BIT without actually saying that, it's so funny everytime)

The combined exasperation from Ally and Murph at Fig's school skipping antics is so funny. Like Siobhan is invested in this as Adaine, but Ally and Murph seem so personally invested, it's hilarious.

Incredible pull on the title pun by Zac as always, I can't believe this didn't get Brennan more.

The reactions around the table to Kristen awkwardly describing Tracker are impeccable.

oooh. oooh the bitch is back. I love that actually.

[enbysiriusblack]

Bright blue eyes locking on silver, a taunting smirk across his lips, a hand coming up to shake back waves of blonde hair. He crossed the room, dressed up for the party in a blue shirt, white bell bottoms, and a pink ascot.

"Hello", he spoke softly, a hand reaching out to hold Sirius' shoulder.

Sirius searched the room before replying, "Hey, Gilderoy."

"Please, call me Gil." He flashed a wide smile.

"You look good tonight."

"I know. Of course, this is such a meaningless party, I really had no need. School parties are always so... common. You understand, of course."

They smiled tightly, "Of course."

Gilderoy stroked their bicep gently, "Then how about we have some fun?"

Sirius saw Gilderoy's eyes flick to their lips, "I don't see why not."

Gilderoy grabbed the collar of Sirius' leather jacket, pushing his lips against theirs. Sirius' hand went up to the back of his head.

They could hear James and Peter cheering from somewhere across the room, clearly having spotted what their friend was getting up to. Sirius started to think of Remus, as Gilderoy's tongue entered their mouth, they wondered where Remus was. What he was getting up to, probably with Sybill.

Sirius broke off the kiss, "Want to continue this upstairs?"

Gilderoy's grin dropped a fracture, "What would be the point of that? No one would be around to watch."

"So? That's the point of going somewhere more private."

He sighed, shaking his head slightly, "Sirius, you understand. You're hot, but people seeing me with you is much more enjoyable than actually 'being with you'. It's all about status, you understand? I'm mighty popular in my groups but I hear I'm quite understated with the 'rebellious' students. And you're the most attractive bad boy. You understand? We need to be seen."

Gilderoy turned and flashed a smile to a group of gossiping third years with their eyes on the two.

Sirius took a step back, "Maybe another time, Gil."

He scoffed, grabbing a golden, jewelled comb from his pocket, "Your loss."

Sirius hurriedly made their way to the dorms, needing some soothing from Queen.

As they opened the door, they were hit with the end of Drowse, loudly playing from their record player.

Sirius frowned, peering into the room to Remus' closed curtains and the vinyl spinning around and around. A harsh sob came from his bed.

"Moony?"

A silence filled the air for a moment, until Somebody To Love spun in a circle of music.

Remus huffed, "I'm a bit busy at the moment, Padfoot."

They pulled back the curtains to see Remus, sitting miserably on his bed, tears down his face, and Sirius' copy of Much Ado About Nothing. They had read it together for the first time last year, the two laughing at their similarities to Benedick and Beatrice. They had gone silent when the two confessed their love for the other.

"You alright?"

Remus frowned at him.

"Right. You are clearly not. Um. Want a fag?"

"No-no", Remus started to wipe his cheeks dry, "I'm fine."

"Okay but... you're not."

Remus stood up, another tear making it's way down his cheek, "Yes I'm not fine. And maybe it's your fault, so maybe I don't really want you here right now."

"What did I do?"

He brought his hands, groaning and pressing his palms against his forehead as he took in a few deep breaths before speaking.

"You were down there with Lockhart, of all people, snogging right in the middle of the room!"

Sirius frowned, "So? I'm not allowed to make out with other people, is that it?"

"We just never discussed it!"

"We kissed once!" Sirius groaned, "It was once, Moony."

Remus' mouth closed in a comical frown, "And that means nothing to you?"

Sirius threw his hands in the air, "It means nothing to you! You have a girlfriend! You cheated on her! Clearly, that means the kiss meant absolutely nothing so why the fuck are you yelling at me for trying to move on from someone who doesn't want me?"

"I do want you."

"Break up with her!"

"I can't!"

"Then you can't cry and get mad over who I kiss!"

Remus sat back on the bed, looking up at Sirius and back down to the book still in his hands.

"I can't control what I feel."

Sirius kneeled down, taking his hands in theirs, "I bloody well know that, Moony. But I don't want to make you sad but you can't expect me not to try to move on."

"Wait for me."

Sirius frowned, "You can't ask that of me."

"Please?"

"Moony, you're being mean."

"I can't see you with other people, Padfoot. My heart can't bear it."

Sirius laughed slightly, still holding a face of pain, "I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me."

Remus held their face, "I need time."

"I've given you that."

"More. You go to fast for me, you're always running and I can't catch up. But I do lo- care for you. So much. Wait for me, please?"

Sirius bit their lip in thought before falling backwards onto the carpet.

"I'd do anything for you."

[tea-and-fanfictions]

Treasure Hunt - Chapter 1

Summary: What if there would be someone in Jess's friend group who is always the last choice? And what happens when she crosses paths with an attractive villainess? Will she betray her friends or the villainess who wants her on her side?

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“Tea please come with me.” Oren whined as he grabbed on my hand. “No, it seems…catchy.” I say as I wiggled my hand from his grasp. “How the heck did she even find you? And also you don’t know that woman. At. All. May I remind you.” I roll my eyes. “Others would be angry if I would ask them, come on we don’t even have to wait in line for them. At all.” I sighed, he was right I’m the one who is the ‘not so angry’ friend. “Fine but I will kill you if anything happens.” I said as he happily walks out of the house and I follow him.

We got into a car that was parked in front of our house. A woman sat in a back already. She introduced her self as Billie and let me tell you, she was this gorgeous blonde haired woman dressed in black T-shirt and white pants with white coat over it. In front in the drives seat sat a red haired woman and a man beside her. We got to a loading dock with bunch of bins. They opened one and it was full of boxes with shoes. “You can pick what ever you want, all of it even.” Billie says with a smile. Oren’s eyes lit up I smiled. “I’ll stay outside, I’m not that much of shoes maniac, thanks tho.”

The whole time I was standing outside of the bin with a redhead that was Billies bodyguard I guess. We had a small talk where I found out her name was Kacey then we asked each other random questions. Turns out we have a lot in common. I wanted to point it out but than I hear “Your friends lives … for the relic.” I turn around looking at the blonde woman who was on the phone probably with Jess. I looked at Oren frightened. I’ll happily kill him now. “Oren!” I say with wide eyes. “I’m sorry okay? I didn’t know.”

When Jess a agreed to give her the relic I was relieved. We got into the car again as we drove to the meeting spot. I was looking outside through the window but I could feel someone’s eyes at me. I turn my head and notice Billie looking at me. I looked at her for a few seconds before going back to watching the outside. I couldn’t stand having eye contact with her. She was intimidating, but probably the other or the actual reason would be that she’s really and I mean really good looking.

We arrived to some museum gift shop. “You stay here. They’ll bring you in when it’s time.” Billie said as she went inside. We didn’t wait long before Kacey and that guy brought us inside too. “Oren thank god.” I heard Jess said. I could see Billie turning to us to look at me but before she managed to look me in the eyes I turned my head away. After a while I turned back watching Jess giving Billie the relic. Then she motion us to go to our friends. When I was passing her she grabbed me by my wrist. “They’re not really good friends now are they?” She whispered to me. I looked up at her. I tried to look like I don’t know what she’s talking about but I bet that my eyes were telling a whole different story. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” I got out of Billie’s grasp and went to them but they were talking to Oren already. I turned around to look at Billie as she was leaving the Antenna starts beeping. It ended up with guard coming to her and wanting to search her purse witch she didn’t have. He apologised and wanted to leave but Jess quickly said: “She kidnapped our friends.”

Billie turned around once again. Jess looked at me hoping I will say something. I looked at Billie. I could see her shaking her head, showing I should say no. I looked at Jess and than I looked at the guard. “Eh n-no, that hat to be misunderstanding nothing like that happen.” I said looking over his shoulder at Billie. She was smiling as she went away. We than all went to Jess apartment.

“Why didn’t you say anything!” Jess yelled at me. “I don’t know, I wasn’t even the reason for this to happen! You should ask Oren he’s the one that brought me with him!” I explained angrily. “Don’t bring Oren into this.” I looked at her with wide eyes. “Don’t bring O- are listening to yourself Jess?! I wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for him!” Everyone else was just watching the scene play out. Nobody stopped us, until I’ve decided I’m done. “You know what Jess? I’m done, with all of you. Just done. Oren? I’ll move out as soon as possible. I can’t do this anymore, be the last choice even in friend group.” I said as I quickly got out of the apartment and walk down the street. I didn’t wanted to cry I really didn’t, but as soon as I stepped into the streets I couldn’t stop it anymore. Tears silently rolled down as I walked around. I had to go to Orens eventually and get the stuff but I couldn’t, not now. It was getting quite late and so I decided to go to a bar I knew was close.

I ordered a drink and sat in one of the booths. As I sat there starring at the drink I wanted to cry again. I could feel a tear rolling down but I won’t cry again, not here at least. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone with her emotions.” I know I shouldn’t know that voice, but really I couldn’t get it of my mind. I looked up to meet the coffee eyes of the woman who kidnapped me. “Do you want to kidnap me again or what?” I said quite harshly. “No not at all, I’m sorry you weren’t really part of the plan actually.” She said as she said on the other side of the booth. It shouldn’t have hurt. But it did. ,You weren’t really part of the plan, of course I wasn’t. I never am. “So what’s your point? To laugh at me? That my friends are fake or they don’t care about me?” I said as I looked at her. She had smirk playing on her face. “I came to give you a deal perhaps.” She shrugged. “Join me, I know you talked with Kacey and she likes you, or she doesn’t mind you at least and that’s something. I know you’re part of the brains in your friend group, you could get revenge on them by joining and helping me.” I sat there quietly. Should I do it? What I’ll have to lose anyways. “Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll show them they should have care about me.” I said and she smiled. “Great to hear that darling.” She brought her glass to mine and clinked them. “To new friendships.” I raised my brow. “Friendships? Well I guess we see where it ends.” I said as I drink a little of it.

[irishk0rn]

more modern au brainrot but with kaellidan

[this is the story of how my parents went on their first date, but kaellidan. I cannot make this shit up. I love this story]

ship; Kael’thas/Illidan

kael is trans btw but it’s mainly to explain something Rommath says

//

   As Kael’thas walked by his apartment complex, he paused. He heard a familiar voice exchanging words with a much louder voice; the louder voice being on the balcony of apartment 207, a floor below Kael, Rommath, Halduron and Lor’themar’s. Of course, Aethas crashed there more often than not, so he basically lived there too. They had all pitched in to buy out the entire floor and tore down the walls apart from their own respective rooms, and made it a huge studio. All they paid was utilities.

   The elf looked up to see a woman on the balcony, who he knew as Vashj. She was from another university and seemed to just be visiting for the summer. She had a cup in her hand. Her hair bobbed and bounced as she turned her head to whoever she was talking to.

   “Hey! Illie! That cute little elf you told me about is here.”

   A pulse of shock and adrenaline ran through the blood elf and it felt like all the blood he had in his body rushed to his face, turning him beat red. He shielded over his face with his hand as he heard footsteps quickly making their way down the stairs.

   Oh God, fuck — I just came from the gym, why now? He thought to himself.

   He looked up from his embarrassment to see a man he had met before in passing by around the apartment complex. He was tall — very tall. Muy alto, if he actually applied the Spanish he was learning the year before. He was quite muscular and rough looking, in a tunic that exposed his arms up to his shoulders, where he had numerous tattoos and was completely decked out in scars. The shirt was low cut and collared and he appeared to be wearing a tight black tank top underneath — was that a binder? His trousers were loose fitting and ripped up at the end, and he was wearing sandals without socks. His hair was long and majestic in a loose top knot that left his bangs hanging down, and he had white bandages that were worn and a bit bloody. The faint flow of his eyes could be seen and when he smiled, he had fangs.

   “It’s you,” he said, quickly, “Kael’thas, right? If I’m not mistaken,” his voice had an undoubted Suramar inflection. Kael blushed at having his name remembered and he did nothing but nod at the question for confirmation.

   “I don’t think you caught my name. Stormrage, Illidan Stormrage.”

   Illidan stick out his hand for Kael’thas to shake and the blood elf did, feeling how rough and worn his hands were. His job or hobbies must have included handwork. Kael put on a smile. “Hi, Illidan. Nice to officially meet you. I was just on my way back to my apartment,”

   Kael quickly rushed the sentence and tried to leave but Illidan stepped in front of him. “Hey, wait! Can’t we go out and get a drink together, or something?”

   Blood rose to Kael’s face again. “No, thank you. I’m good. I must be going, now — I have to get ready for work.” That was a complete lie, he was off for the week.

   “Work?” The night elf smiled and tilted his head. “I work as an engineer, you know,” he said, his tone and voice clearly proud of himself. He put his hands on his hips while Kael’thas raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Pft, right,” he chuckled. “You’re the janitor.”

   Obviously offended by this statement, the kal’dorei scoffed and told Kael to wait there. After a few minutes of rummaging around his apartment (and, from what the blonde heard, getting yelled at by another male voice who he assumed to be a friend or sibling), Illidan came back down, holding several items in his arms. He put them down on the ground near Kael before pulling his card out of his pocket and showing the other elf that he was indeed and engineer and one of the higher ranked ones.

   Kael huffed and gave the card back. “Fine. Now what is that for?” he pointed to the pile of rubbish.

   And that’s when Illidan began to stack the items up, as tall as him — which was probably about eight and a half feet — or 262cm for those who use those measurements. Illidan had stacked two ice chests, a large chair, and a picture frame that stacked as tall as he did.

   “If I jump completely over this and land on my feet, you have to go out on a date with me,” he said. Kael’thas let out a long and rich laugh.

   He’s going to fall and bust his ass, Kael thought, as he watched the kal’dorei prepare for his jump. “Alright,” giggled the sin’dorei, “Deal.”

   The night elf counted to himself and, without missing a beat, jumped completely over the items, his heels flying just above the top of the picture frame, and smoothly landed on his feet; catlike. The blonde stared in awe and it looked as if Illidan himself was impressed with the jump. Kael sputtered, loudly.

   “I’m— um— I— you— I-I’m going to… go get ready,”

   Illidan smiled cutely and nodded.

   Kael’thas blinked up to the door of his studio and busted into it. “LOR’THEMAR! ROMMATH! HALDURON!” Kael screamed, in absolute panic. Halduron jolted up from his napping space on the couch and Rommath ran into the room and to Kael’thas, checking and examining him.

   “Sunrise! What happened? Did someone hurt you? Did you forget the morning after pi—”

   Kael’thas blinked. “What? No! Um, this really, really hot kal’dorei asked me out. I need— I need help getting ready.”

—

   The outfit that Lor’themar and Rommath put together as Halduron cheered them on was quite simple, but elegant. It was decked out in reds; it was red slacks and a dark red turtleneck sweater, because it was quite cold outside. Red looks nice in the winter. It was all tied together with a red coat and sunglasses, and he was ready to go out.

   Rommath pulled him into a long and tight embrace and slipped something in his pocket. “Take this,” he said as he pulled away. Kael felt around in his pocket and learned what was in it was a taser.

   “That… does not seem necessary.”

   Rommath huffed, “Just take it. I love you, sunrise. Be safe,”

   It had only taken about an hour and a half to get ready, and when the blood elf walked back outside to meet with Illidan, Illidan had changed. He was in something more formal and his ponytail was much neater, his bangs side swept out of his face. His natural musk also smelled good; irish springs. He had taken a shower.

   Illidan extended a hand. “You look very, very handsome. Shall we go?”

   Kael smiled gently and took his head. “Yes.”

—

   And they stayed out for a long time; neither of them knew what time it was. When one restaurant closed, they went to another. Just chatting and getting to know each other. Hours passed. Coffee and tea was drank and pastries were devoured, and by the time Kael’thas actually checked his phone, it was 4:17 in the morning and he had seventeen missed calls from Rommath.

   Illidan drove Kael home and walked him to his door.

   “I want to see you again,” he said, leaning down and nuzzling his nose into the sin’dorei’s cheek. “I would love to. And we will. I promise,” Kael replied.

   Illidan leaned forward to press his lips to Kael’thas’s. Kael pressed his forehead to Illidan’s and smiled a bit. “Soon. I will see you soon,” he nestled his nose against the kal’dorei’s and cupped his face, loosening the bandages around his eyes. It was a vulnerable state to put Illidan in; showing his eyes. But he didn’t shy away, not from the blood elf.

   After a gentle few moments, Illidan put the bandages back on and went to his car, where he watched for a moment and made sure Kael made it up to his apartment before he drove off.

   The lights were off in the apartment, and Kael thanked his lucky stars that Theron or Rommath wasn’t there to scold him—

   The lamp clicked on, revealing a very not happy Rommath. “And just where have you been?”

   Kael squeaked. “Rommath! Uh, I was still out with um, with Illidan. We went to some coffee shops and talked and…”

   “Did you have sex with him?!”

   The blonde blinked. “What?? No! I’m not that easy, damn!”

   Rommath sighed and walked up to Kael and hugged him. “You smell like irish springs. I’m glad you’re safe, sun. I was worried about you,” Rommath pulled away, but kept his hands gentle on Kael’s shoulders. “When you didn’t answer my calls, I feared the worst. Halduron and Lor’themar had to talk me out of calling the police…”

   Sunstrider smiled tenderly and kissed Rommath’s cheek. “Thank you, Rommie. I had fun. Good night, now,”

   “Good night, sunbird,”

[maybeigotwithsophie]

I almost burst out laughing

It’s such a fucking joke

Last night in bed I swore you were there

But I can’t see anything

I wake up bleary eyed and ask my roommate

Where did the devil go?

It’s a strange type of ghost

A trick of the light

Who knew fighting could make

A woman feel so alive?

Coming alive

When you were born dead

Aicha is here, and I heard what you said

I didn’t get your point

The first time your mouth quipped

We were taking our old loop in the cold

Because you were desperate to take me out of it

But I actually don’t regret it

Sorry, sir, offer rejected.

Sylvia Plath Would Beat the Shit Out of You

You were the football player I could never bring myself to talk to in class

I had another lover but I only liked him for his ass

You even lent my first copy of The Bell Jar

I thought “Nobody I’ll ever know could compete with that”

So I jumped when I was already drowning

The water was freezing, but I liked the thrill

You’ll maintain you don’t know why you avoided me

Since that night you were first came over to our side

Will we laugh over you yelling at my at the piano

When I was trying to using assertive beside you

You’re like the guy Lucy liked

In that show we watched

When you were upset and I reached out to you

And you didn’t say a world

I sat there for 10 minutes trying to force myself into ok

And then I ran to my bedroom and threw myself away.

Everything you wear is grey

And your necklace looked like jade

I know you stole it

It kills me to see you give your hot nights to another

While I’m hardly even cool with my mother

Linebacker, I guess I fumbled up the play

So am i on the bench today?

My therapist might ask me why I took this kind of abuse

I’ll shift in the chair and say I had a heart, why not put it to use?

I’ve read your annotations

And sometimes I still think its true

Like Jason would say,

Sylvia Plath would beat the shit out of you.

MY BOY PARODY

My boy wears a green sweatshirt

To hold all his spilling hurt

He purses his lip and his hair falls over his eyes

Adn you look over the fire and wonder if he’s laughing or trying not to cry

Did you go to your room to

Masturbate or think of her and cry?

It’s like that one time.

He stole it from his father.

It’s rude how he lies

And worse that he’s never gonna die

Guys like him just keep on coming

And the drugs he takes

Aren’t his favorite mistakes

But I’m not even on that list.

HIS FAVORITE MISTAKES

His favorite

Secret

Mistake

Was when he punched me in the face

And went to chat with his girlfriend

I swear It’s almost fun in the pool room

Crying to everyone

And hearing “he’s going through a lot”

I guess I wouldn’t know, glancing at you from the perch.

And I guess that’s why I still don’t trust him

He’s just another pretty face

But this time I’ll never crack the case

Down bad, i guess, for real.

Of why he doesn’t like me.

Everything was fucked

Because he wouldn’t suck it up

And treat me like his girlfriend

My actions could be seen as bad

But its him who should be sad

I like misandry when it benefits me

\

I hate his tan hair and white face

Annd his grey eyes

All over the place

I want to fucking kill him

But I’d rather kiss him instead

As soon as I remember

He’s an addict so I couldn’t bear to see him dead

An addict dead

And Evelyn, when they said “love yourself”

They didn’t fuck over everyone else

Your drugs aren’t the only things you abuse

You picked flowers like you picked drugs

In the garden, hoping to hook up

You make shocking comments

Say its funny cause

Monkey see what monkey does

I’ll hallucinate about you (distort reality)

Till you hate me

And then two years later, I’m come and beg you to date me

SHAMPOO

I got shampoo in my eye

And a part of me felt like it died

When I saw my eye go red

I ventured out and figured out

That wasn’t what you said

It feels off

To stand right here

In the suffocating silence

Knowing whatever flannel shirt

I wear won’t make you care

The disorder doesn’t care either.

OLD FRIENDS

Kylie’s smart

But she forgets that part

When she wishes she was dead.

Evelyn tried guitar but he didn’t get that far

Then he turned to drugs instead.

THE DISORDER

It’s always wrong if it wants to be right

It’s always day if it wants to be night.

If you’re feeling loose

Then you’ll shut your eyes right

If you’re already blind

It’ll take away your sight

Who am I

What I wear

What I steal

What I share

I can tell you

It’s hard to bear

Sorry, honey,

But the disorder doesn’t care

[nei-ning]

Another old dream! This is so weird to have this many dreams AGAIN! But I'm glad I went to take a nap :D

****

I'm with my ex friend and some anime guy. He feels familiar but I never see his head or face well enough to actually recognize him. We venture somewhere, eventually I getting lost from them. I come in the room where I hear woman tell a story via speaker. She sounds older, speaking in Japanese. She repeats this one part over and over again until I finally focus on it. I hear her say "Kannikka" and Lu Xun. I focus now even harder, finally understanding she's telling a story of it how Gan Ning and Lu Xun are there too! I get super happy and excited! I want to meet them! Now story teller changes, being young woman now. I listen it and she tells the same part but uses Gan Ning instead of Kannikka (which is a nickname I gave to him decades ago).

I go out of the room for few seconds but when I return, there's a man walking away. He has grayish green little cape but otherwise he is very similar. I feel happiness and relieve overtake me as I yell "Master Gan Ning!" He stops and turns around, looking a bit surprised - in a good way. I can't with the situation anymore so I burts into tears, run to him and hug him so darn hard! I cry against his right shoulder, burying my face deeper. I feel my hands grabbing tighter on his naked shoulder blades under the cape. I keep crying my eyes out as I keep telling him how relieved I am, how happy I am to finally found him but most of all, how scared of letting go I am. I don't want to lose him again / he disappearing. He is not holding me back but I know he's smiling down on me. He gets it all.

However, he does disappear and I am reunited with my friend and the anime guy - only ending up being captured by some pirate kind of people :'D

We are taken in pirate ship which actually floats in the air! We are in tiny storage room where's some wine barrels etc. I sit at the end of the room, to my left in front of me is my friend and the guy is to my right almost at the other end of the room. At the left corner I see stairs going up.

Someone comes to pick us up, starting to lead the way. I'm last in line as we come out, heading towards S shaped little stairs which would take us in another small room, but it's also open in a way. It's on the deck. There plays very happy music with fast tempo and I hear someone singing in Japanese. A bit high male voice. I ask my friends to stop so that I can listen. Smile start to spread on my face!

"That's Gan Ning singing! I recognize Hiroaki Miura's voice!"

They both give me a bit asking look but as we finally enter the room, my ex friend realizes I was right. From this room, via its big opening on the wall across us, we can see and hear Gan Ning singing and dancing on the deck all around. He is having fun with his crew! At one point he turns, sees me and flashed me so bright wide smile with so happy expression that I can't take it, haha! :'D I feel like I'm gonna die, my heart burst, so I try to hide by facing a wall to my left.

The man who brought us here comes to announce that the captain would come to see us shortly, asking us to sit down. I sit down on this tiny wooden bench from the spot where I've been standing. Now I'm facing the open wall with my back, exist being on my left further away. My friend sits on the other end of the bench, anime guy on a chair further away.

Gan Ning, indeed, does come to see us. Instantly, when he enters the room, "Lambada" by Kaoma from late 80's / my childhood (note I LOVE this song!) starts to play, Gan Ning moving with the rhythm with a smile on his face. I take a quick look of him since I'm still feeling so overwhelmed in so good way about him. He is constantly smiling from ear to ear, he's wearing white T-shirt, on top of it is dark gray suit's shirt and on top of it is black vest, he's wearing slim black pants (like leggings) with black modern shoes. Otherwise he's looking like DW8 form. Of course his hair is almost blond, tho! And, he is wearing sunglasses!

He happily greets the anime guy who just nods (he never says anything), then my friend and then he spots me. He lifts his sunglasses off and he has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL brown eyes I've ever seen! Small, but so bright, so filled with happiness, warmth and joy. Tho, when his eyes go lower on me, he stops smiling widely, hand still holding sunglasses up.

"Is that really all what you're wearing?"

I now realize my outfit is NOT most appealing, to anyone. I have socks or shoes, light grayish moss green colored long wool skirt and as a shirt I've the top part of my red bathrobe. Not flattering but I admit I've nothing else.

Gan Ning goes all: "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. That won't do."

He walks away, starting to play with his hair / brushing it and then checking his make-up.

"What's the point of having beauty if you won't let anyone take care of it and show it?"

I realize he is preferring to a professional barber etc. who all can do magic with their skills by changing your look with new hair cut and so on.

"So, who wants to go with me?"

I realize again what he means. He is taking us to a barber if any of us wants to go. I instantly lift my hand while feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Master Gan Ning, I would like to go!" He turns to look at me as I pull my hair out under my shirt, starting to stroke my long ponytail.

"I do love my long hair. It's pretty and all but it's also boring, always the same and hard to keep in that sense it always gets stuck."

Gan Ning stops brushing his own hair, putting a hand mirror down. He comes to me and takes a hold of my hair, letting his fingers slide down on it few times. He does say I've pretty hair but he agrees something needs to be done to it.

But before going to the barber, he wants to do me a make-up. On his ship you must look pretty in natural way with just little make-up. Just mascara and eyeliner. I sit perfectly still, eyes closed as he works on doing black lines to my eyes. His hand is so steady, pressure gentle. You know he has done this many times before, haha!

His thoughts, which I can see as a picture in a bubble near his head, move on my lips. He wants to paint them slightly red and I'm instantly fine with that. However, he also wants to kiss them first before painting them. Sure, heck, kiss me! I don't mind! Second dream anyway where he has wanted to kiss me! :D

But no, no kiss, no new haircut or new clothes since I woke up - thanks to some neighbor's friend who had to "play" with his loud car, giving it more gas loudly while driving around the area like mad (because it's slippery here now so young male drivers ALWAYS like to drive this way, making their car slide).

[z-iridest]

I Am Phoenix- A My Hero Academia fanfic

Chapter 17- Nightmare's Shadows:

When I woke up again, I found myself in a hospital room. I groaned as I sat up, pain shooting through me. "Try not to move around too much. You lost about 35% of your blood volume from the wound from your stomach and your leg combined, so we had to give you a transfusion." Well, that explains the difficulty breathing and the dizziness...

"How long was I out?" I asked the doctor.

"About 12 hours. After the adrenaline of what happened last night, your body went into hypovolemic shock."

"Probably around when I passed out last night. The last thing I remember is the Hero Killer challenging the pros that were there to a fight before he passed out himself. How're my friends?"

"The three boys? Well, since the fluids to help your body restore the blood and the transfusions are done, I can go- What're you doing?!" Tired of hearing him prattle on, I shoved off the blankets of the hospital bed and forced myself up. 

"Going to see my friends." I answered shortly before heading out to find their hospital room while the doctor tried to get me back in bed. 

"Goddamn it, Hino, can't you stay still for two seconds?!" I heard Ember walking toward me.

"They shouldn't have put me in a different room than my friends." I told her. Once I found their room, I opened the door.

"Hino, you're awake!" Izuku sounded relieved.

"They told us you needed a transfusion, shouldn't you be resting?!" Iida asked me, looking worried.

"I'm fine, I wanted to check on you guys." I sat down on the bed next to Iida's. Looking at them, I saw that Izuku's arm and leg were bandaged, Todoroki had bandages on his arm, but Iida had both arms bandaged and in a sling. "You know, thinking about that fight, we actually did something pretty amazing." I continued after a minute. Izuku nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah, I agree." Todoroki replied. 

"After everything that happened back there, it kinda feels like a miracle that we're even alive. With my leg messed up, I was an easy target. He probably could have killed me if he really wanted to." Izuku pointed out.

"Yeah." Todoroki looked at his arm. "Seems to me, he let the three of us live on purpose. I'm impressed by you though, Iida. He was actually trying to murder you, but you stood tall." He turned his gaze to our class rep, who looked away.

"That's not true. I was-" Before Iida could say anything more, the door opened again, turning all of our attention to it.

"Oh, so the injured youngins are awake." He looked at me. "Hinotori, you should be in your own room resting." His voice was scolding.

"I just slept for 12 hours, I'm not going back to sleep anytime soon. Besides, I wanted to check on these guys." My answer made Gramps shake his head as he walked over to me.

"Gran Torino." Izuku smiled, but Iida looked ashamed when he saw Manual there as well. 

"And Manual, too..." He trailed off.

"Idiot." Gran Torino turned to Izuku. "I could yell at you and my granddaughter for hours right now." He walked over to Izuku.

"Yeah, I'm sorry..."

"But, before I do, you've got a visitor. And despite it being reckless, Hinotori, I do think you need to be in the room with them for this one. Makes things easier." I blinked, not knowing what Gramps was talking about until I saw who had joined us in the room. He was a very tall, sturdily built man with the head of a beagle. The area around his eyes and his ears were a dark brown, the two sides separated by a tan line which runs down his forehead, widening at his muzzle, which is flecked with pale brown. He had a large, black nose and dark eyes, and, although the rest of his body was of normal human shape, his skin appeared to be the same tan color as most of his face. He wore a suit, consisting of a dress shirt, and waistcoat, over which he wore an unbuttoned black blazer and matching dress pants underneath. He had a belt with a large buckle and a black and white tie that resembles a dalmatian’s coat. I slowly closed my eyes, knowing we were about to be in a crap load of trouble. "This is Hosu's chief of police, Kenji Tsuragame." Todoroki, Iida and I all stood in respect, Izuku moving to do the same, but Tsuragame spoke.

"No, please, stay seated, woof." He told us. Woof? "So, you four are the UA students who brought down the Hero Killer, huh?"

"Yes, sir." I answered.

"Stain has some serious injuries. Severe burns, and several broken bones. Right now, he's in the hospital under strict guard, woof. Here's a lesson you should have already learned. When Quirks became the norm, the police force sought to maintain the status quo. They decided we wouldn't use Quirks as weapons. That's when heroes came in. They could do what we couldn't, if they were licensed, of course, woof. It would be impossible for the police to condone the use of deadly Quirks. After all, we're here to stop such harm from being done. The only reason pros can use their powers now is because of the strict code of ethics that the early heroes chose to abide by."

"That's why you came all this way." I looked at my hands. "By fighting Stain and causing those injuries unlicensed, we broke the law."

"Whether you were up against the Hero Killer or not, none of you had the authority to harm the villain. That means the four of you, and your supervisors- Endeavor, Manual, Ember and Gran Torino- should receive harsh punishments for this gross abuse of your powers."

"Now, wait a minute! If Iida had not stepped in, Native would've been murdered." My head snapped up at Todoroki speaking up. He looked mad almost. "And if not for Yagi and Midoriya, both of them would be dead."

"Todoroki..." Iida quietly spoke. 

"No one else even realized that the Hero Killer was in Hosu. Are you saying we should have stood by and watched people die?!" He continued.

"Calm down." Midoriya tried to get Todoroki to cool down for a second.

"So, it's okay to break the law as long as it goes your way?" Tsuragame asked.

"But, sir, isn't it a hero's job to save people?" Todoroki countered. 

"This is why you're not a full fledged pro yet. It's obvious UA and Endeavor haven't been teaching you near enough. What a shame." He replied. An angry look crossed Todoroki's face.

"You damned mutt!"

"Todoroki!" Iida and I exclaimed at the same time, my stupid ass moving to stop him as he went to pass me, but feeling an intense pain as soon as I moved.

"Listen, he's right!" Iida continued, following him to stop him.

"Stop there, kid." Gramps moved in front of him, holding up his hand, which made him stop. "You'll wanna hear him out till the end."

"What I've said is the official stance of the police department. But, any punishment would only be necessary if this went public. If it did, you four would probably be applauded by citizens everywhere. But, there's no way you could escape from being reprimanded. On the other hand, we could say Endeavor saved the day. Stain's burns would support this story completely, and we could pretend you weren't even involved, woof. Thankfully, there were very few witnesses. This could be the last you heard of an punishments. It would mean no one would know about you, though. You'd receive no acclaim at all. The choice is yours. Personally, I know where I stand." He put a thumbs up. "I don't wanna damage any promising young careers. Not for a mistake like this."

"But, either way, we would still have to take responsibility for being negligent as supervisors." Manual put in. Iida walked up to Manual and bowed. 

"I'm sorry, I should have listened." He apologized. Manual chopped him on the head.

"Yeah! You caused us a lot of trouble. Remember that and don't do it again."

"Sir." Izuku bowed.

"And I apologize as well." He added. Todoroki and I both did as well.

"Me too, we'll leave it to you." I continued. 

"I know it's not fair. You won't enjoy any of the fame and praise you probably would have received otherwise. But at least, allow me as the chief of police, to thank you." Tsuragame bowed as well after we had straightened. 

"You know, you could have started with that..." Todoroki mumbled, making me shake my head. 

"Todoroki." Midoriya smiled a bit. My thoughts drifted to my Mom. I could just hear her, scolding every last one of us while doing what she could to help us heal, but expressing pride for us showing that we're true heroes through and through. But, thinking of Mom reminded me... Today was the anniversary of my Mom's death 9 years ago...

"Yagi? What's wrong?" I was brought out of my thoughts to see Todoroki and Iida looking worriedly at me. 

"It's nothing." I looked away from them. "I was just..."

"Thinking about your mom?" Iida asked.

"It was that obvious?" I looked at him. He didn't answer, only looking at me. I sighed softly. "Well, you're right. Today's officially 9 years since her passing."

"What happened?" Todoroki questioned.

"I don't know the full details, even after all this time... From what I was told, Mom was on patrol when she heard screaming coming from one of the back alleys. Thinking it was someone in trouble, she raced down it to help. But, when she got there, there was no one there... Except for a villain. Part of the villain's quirk allows him to sound like someone in trouble to lure victims to him. Just before he attacked, Mom got the feeling something was wrong and was able to block the first attack. They fought in that alley for a while, long enough for Mom to call for backup, but she ended up getting hurt, badly hurt. By the time Ember had found her, she had lost half of her blood and there was no sign of the villain that had attacked her anywhere. She was in a coma for a week, but after a week, her body finally gave out and she passed away in her sleep." I looked at Iida. "As you may have already guessed, Wendigo was the villain that caused those injuries." 

"Is that why you pushed me out of the way?" Iida asked. I nodded.

"Wanting to honor my Mom's legacy isn't the only reason I want to be a hero so bad." I looked at my hands. "I don't want what happened to me and my Mom to happen to anyone else again, not if I can do something about it..." I trailed off. Before Todoroki or Iida could answer, the door opened, Izuku coming back into the room. 

"Oh, hey, Iida, I just talked to Uraraka." Izuku told him.

"Midoriya." Todoroki got his attention. "Iida just got his test results back." Izuku turned to Iida, already worried.

"My left hand.. Might have damage that's permanent." Iida revealed to our friend, echoing what the doctor had told him. 

"What? Permanent?" Izuku asked.

"Both my arms were pretty torn up, but the injury to my left arm was especially severe, probably why Yagi's healing tears couldn't do much beside stop the bleeding. There was damage to my brachial plexus, which just means I'll have trouble moving my fingers, and my hands might have some numbness. Apparently, there's a chance it could be healed with nerve transplant surgery." He looked down. "When I came across the Hero Killer, I stopped thinking rationally. The first thing I should have done was call Manual. But, I got lost in my own anger. I hate him so much, but I can't deny he spoke the truth. That's why... Until I'm able to call myself a real hero, I'll leave my left hand as it is." Todoroki looked at him.

"Are you sure?" He asked. 

"Iida, I feel the same way. Let's get stronger. Together." Midoriya held out his clenched fist. 

"We all will." I smiled. Iida nodded in agreement. 

"I feel kind of bad." Todoroki spoke after a minute. 

"About what?" I asked. He was looking at his hand. 

"Whenever I'm involved, someone's hand gets all messed up. Is something wrong with me?" He asked. The other two boys looked just as confused as I felt. "Am I cursed?" 

"What?" I shook my head, a small laugh leaving me. "You're not cursed at all."

"Todoroki, I didn't know you had a sense of humor!" Izuku replied as he and Iida chuckled. 

"This isn't a joke, I'm like the Hand Crusher or something." Todoroki insisted, which only made the two boys laugh harder.

"You're not the Hand Crusher, Todoroki." I told him, despite my own giggles. Two days after the Hosu incident, the Hero Killer's identity and motives started being dissected from various angles. A 34 second video about Stain came out, though it was attempted to be taken down, it always popped back up at some point. The same day, Iida, Todoroki and I were released from the hospital, but due to his injuries, Midoriya had to stay a bit longer. The news channels and articles were full of the Hero Killer. The official story is that seven pros and four high school students came across the Hero Killer, then Endeavor rushed in and took care of the situation all by himself. The chief was true to his word, we were never named in connection to the Hero Killer, and our injuries were explained by accidents that happened during our internships. The same day Iida got his test results back, Iida went home to his parents' house so his Mom could take care of him. Todoroki's injures weren't all that bad, so he and I returned to our internships the same day. I continued patrols and training with Ember, and even got night combat training in with Aragami. By the end of the week, I was stronger with my flames, and faster with my wings. I bowed as I stood in the lobby with Ember on that final day. "Thank you for everything, Ember, and I'm so sorry I caused you so much trouble."

"Hino, I know you were trying to protect your friends, and you did just that. Your Mom would be proud of you, as much as she would have yelled at you for hours about breaking the law." That made me grimace. Mom had taught me to be a true hero, but, this definitely would have gotten me in trouble with her. "I want you to come back for your work studies when you have them. There'll always be a place for you here." I smiled at her offer, nodding.

"I will. Thank you, Ember." I thanked her. She nodded.

"Always... Phoenix." She replied before I left for the train to head back home...

"Hino! Are you okay?! What were you thinking taking him on?! You could have gotten yourself killed!" Not even three seconds after I walked in the door, Dad hounded me with questions.

"Don't you think that's a little hypocritical considering you would have done the exact same thing in my shoes?" I asked.

"That's not the point, Hinotori, I don't want to lose you!"

"You're not going to! This line of work is dangerous to begin with. You know that, I know that, and Mom-of all people- knew that! You, Mr Aizawa, Mom and now every hero in Ember's agency are training me to be a stronger hero, to be able to come out on top every time! I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere!" It was silent for a minute leaving me wondering why the hell Dad was so worried, so worked up over this.

"I know... I know you can handle yourself, Hinotori, and God, do I know you'd do anything to protect the people you love, just like I would, just like she did. But, please, I want you to be safe while you fight out there." He told me, his voice softer than a few seconds ago. "I worry, not just because you're my daughter, but because the last time something happened like this, I wasn't there to save the day like I was at the USJ... 9 years ago, I was patrolling, unaware of what was happening that night in Hosu. I even had a big plan to take your Mom out to dinner while the neighbors watched you, so I could finally tell her how I felt. But, then I got the call from Ember that something had happened to her. It turned into dropping you off at your friend's while I went to see her, because I didn't want the last memory of your mother to be a broken version of her that would never be able to say goodbye to you. My biggest regret, as a pro hero and a man, is not only not being there to save her, but not being able to tell her just how much she meant to me." That was when it finally hit me. Dad always thought about Mom, especially around the time of her death. My being away from him, even if it was just for internships that week, must have scared him shitless, not made better by the fact that I could have died from blood loss due to the same villain that had taken Mom and I had fought the Hero Killer while badly injured. I hugged my Dad, feeling him hug me tightly back.

"If things had been different, I probably would have, but... I wasn't alone in that fight, Dad. Todoroki, Iida and Midoriya... As stupid as they can act sometimes, they had my back the whole time. They didn't let me fight alone, and I don't think that's going to end anytime soon." I told him. He held me tighter. 

"I love you so much, Hinotori. More than you'll ever know and more than I could ever tell you." Dad told me. 

"I love you too, Dad." I replied as he pulled away slightly. We trained and ate dinner together as normal, but that night, I had the weirdest dream...

I couldn't tell exactly where I was. Darkness covered the space around me, and I couldn't see much of anything. I heard Wendigo's screeching, only to cry out as my old wounds suddenly reopened. But, when I looked at my blood, it was black. It covered my vision, and I couldn't breathe as I struggled against it. When I finally broke free, I was surrounded in a green light, tubes everywhere around me. There were countless Nomu in the tubes, but that wasn't what freaked me out so bad... I caught my reflection in one of the empty ones, but I didn't look right... My hair was snow white, a red streak in my hair that was now jaw length. My eyes, though... They were blood red. I backed up a few steps as my reflection came to life, smirking as her eyes glowed. Her fingers stiffened, and pain filled me as she took control of me, though I had no idea how this version of me had not only Bloodwork, but my own Quirk... I screamed in pain, feeling like my body was being pulled apart from four different directions. "You were meant to be just like me." She spoke with my voice, but something was wrong... Another voice, deep, suave almost, sounded over the top of mine. My clothes turned into a black version of my outfit with a red thorn pattern on it and she took over my body, forcing the real me out and to watch as she wreaked havoc on everything and everyone I ever cared about...

"NO!" I woke up with a scream, panting as I looked around wildly. I was in my room... No sign of the Nomus, no sign of that version of me that I had seen... I held my head in my hands. Whatever that was... It had felt too real. I checked on Dad. I didn't know how, but he was still sound asleep. He must have overworked himself again... I couldn't shake off the voice that had overlapped my own, though... Why did I feel like I'd heard that voice before? And why did that mirror image of me have my ex's Quirk? My head started to hurt, and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Hino? You're up earlier than usual." I looked up to see Dad at the bottom of the stairs. "Is everything okay?" I know what you're about to say... You told him, right?! Well...

"I'm fine, just a bad dream's all." I gave a sheepish smile. Dad looked at me for a minute. "Seriously, Dad, I'm fine." I insisted. Okay, yeah, I should have told him, but it was only going to freak him out more if I did! Dad kept pressing me, but I kept dodging and avoiding the question. I managed to avoid it until I got to class, taking a deep breath as I sat at my desk. I couldn't avoid the questions from Dad for long, but I didn't know how long I could avoid answering him for...  Not long after I had arrived, Kirishima and Sero were howling with laughter.

"HOLY CRAP! WHAT THE HECK, BAKUGO?!" They asked at the same time. I just about lost it myself when I looked over at him. Instead of his usual spiky hair, it had been combed over to one side and smoothed down. Bakugo looked about ready to kill them.

"Stop laughing... My hair's gotten used to this and I can't get it back the right way. Did you not hear me? I'll kill you both!"

"I'd like to see you try, pretty boy!" Sero's comment made me snort.

"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME?!" With his yell, Bakugo's hair exploded back to normal, which honestly made the whole damn thing funnier. Leave it to those boys to take my mind off things... 

"How was your week, Ochaco?" Tsu asked, but the vibe coming off our friend was... Well... Intense. 

"I'd say that it was... very enlightening." She replied before doing punches.

"I think she found her fighting spirit..." Tsu trailed off.

"Yeah, that battle hero must've been something else." Jirou commented.

"After one week, she's a totally different person." Kaminari put in. 

"Different? Don't be fooled, Kaminari... All women are demons at heart.. They just hide their true personalities behind pretty faces" Mineta looked scared.

"Remember that the next time you want to be a perv." I told him. 

"What the heck did Mount Lady do to you?" Kaminari asked him. "Everyone at my internship loved me, it was actually kinda great. Now, if you wanna talk about the ones who've changed, it was those four." He nodded toward me, Iida, Todoroki and Midoriya. 

"Oh yeah, the Hero Killer!" When I looked over at Sero and Kirishima, I saw that Bakugo was basically holding them by their shirt collars.

"Glad to see you guys made it back alive. Seriously." Kirishima told us.

"I worried about you, too." Yayorozu told us.

"You were lucky Endeavor showed up and saved you guys." Sato replied. Oh man, I wanted to tell them the truth so bad...

"So cool!" Hagakure added. "Just what I'd expect from the number two hero." He can't hold a candle to my Dad still. I thought. Todoroki looked down.

"Yeah, that's right. He saved us." Todoroki spoke.

"Did you guys hear the news about the Hero Killer?" We looked at Ojiro. What did he mean? "Everyone's been saying that he was somehow connected to the League of Villains. Can you imagine how frightening it would've been if that creep had been there when they attacked the USJ?" He didn't seem like the type to join up with them, they probably extended an invitation to him or something, but... I don't know... Stain works in the shadows while Shigaraki prefers to blast his message. It's not a viable alliance when two people have separate ideas on how to go about things. Then again... The timing on the Nomus and Stain's attacks on the pros seem to be too convenient to be a coincidence. Is it possible they agreed to provide the distraction for him so he could go uninterrupted?

"Kaminari!" Izuku exclaimed, bringing me out of my thought ramble.

"Uh- Oh! Dude!" Kaminari covered his mouth.

"No, it's okay. You're fine." Iida replied. "It is true, he is quite a tenacious villain. I understand why people might think he was cool. But, instead of helping the world, his beliefs led him to cold-blooded murder. No matter his motives, killing cannot be condoned. To keep anyone else from suffering like me, well, I promise: I will strive to be the perfect hero." There's our class rep...

"Yeah, let's do it!" Izuku added.

"It's time for class to begin! Please, everyone take your seats!"

"He's back." Tokoyami grumbled.

"This is your fault for talking about weird stuff." Jirou shot a pointed look at Kaminari, who almost looked like a sad puppy at that point.

"Sorry... I'm gonna keep my mouth shut." Kaminari promised. A few hours later, we met up with Dad in his hero form.

"I am here! Hope you're ready to return to our lessons. Today it's Hero Basic Training! Feels like I haven't seen you in a while. Welcome back!" I mean, technically it's been a week... I thought, but kept my mouth shut. "Now then, listen carefully for what's in store. We're going to be conducting a little race." I instantly looked at Bakugo, smirking when he looked my way, remembering the last time we had done a competition against each other. Take everything you learned from your internships and apply it to this rescue training." Iida's hand popped up and when I glanced over, I noticed Izuku looked like a rabid fanboy again. Seriously, after a little over a year now he still wasn't used to Dad being around him?

"If it's rescue training, then shouldn't we be at the USJ instead?" Iida asked.

"Ah, that facility specializes in disasters. As I said earlier, this is a race. So prepare. You're about to step into Field Gamma! Inside is an area full of factories that form an intricate labyrinth, so good luck finding your way around. You'll be competing in groups of five. Each person starts from a different location on the outskirts of the model city. I'll send a distress signal, and you must do what you must to rescue me. Whoever finds me first wins!" I smirked, leaning into Bakugo from behind.

"Bet I'll be faster than you." I taunted, making him pissed off.

"But try to keep the property damage to a bare minimum, please." Dad looked and pointed at Bakugo.

"Why are you pointing at me?" Bakugo asked.

"Maybe because you blew up the last mock city we were in." I reminded him, making him glare at me. "Hey, you asked the question."

"All right. First group, get to your places." All Might told us. The first group consisted of Ojiro, Midoriya, Iida, Sero and Mina.

"Wait, Iida hasn't completely recovered yet, right? He should sit this one out." Kaminari said, sounding worried about our class rep. 

"Man, everyone in this group had really good mobility." Kirishima commented.

"Huh... I'd say Midoriya is at a heavy disadvantage against those four." Yayorozu replied.

"That's what I think. Moving around quickly isn't really one of his strong suits, that's for sure." Jirou agreed. Boy, are they in for a surprise... I thought, remembering that Todoroki, Iida and myself were the only ones in our class aware of the progress Izuku had made during the week of our internships.

"And whenever he uses his powers, he always gets badly injured." Yayorozu pointed out.

"Who's your pick? I'm bettin' on Sero." Kirishima spoke up. 

"Oh yeah? I got odds on Ojiro." Kaminari countered.

"I choose Ashido." Mineta piped up. "'Cause she's got a super athletic body."

"I know Deku will be last." Bakugo replied.

"Even if he's still recovering, I think Iida's got this one." Ochaco put her bet in, Tsu nodding in agreement.

"Is everyone ready? Begin!" Dad called, the rest of us watching the race on the monitor. 

"Lookit him go! In a maze like this, it makes sense to be above everything else!" Kirishima exclaimed as he watched Sero. 

"So, that means Sero's at an advantage because he can take to the sky." Shouji observed. Why do I get the feeling that they're gonna say the same thing about me? I thought. But, just as I thought, Izuku blurred past Sero, moving quick. I snuck a glance at Bakugo, who was slack jawed for a quick second before he glared. The look on his face said it all.

"Whoa, Midoriya?!" Mineta and Kirishima exclaimed in confusion.

"Since when can he do that?" Kaminari asked.

"From what he told me, it was part of his training at his internship." I answered. 

"Crazy, those jumps... He looks just like..." Ochaco was standing in amazement, and Bakugo looked more pissed than ever. Izuku was looking like he might be the winner... Until one misstep threw everything off. I grimaced as I watched him go down. Dammit... Sero ended up winning in the end, and I was in the next group... Against Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima and Kaminari. Funny enough, I was starting from the same place Midoriya did. I stretched out my wings and my arms. It made more sense to use my wings than my flames... After a bit of a shake off, I got into a ready stance before Dad hit the button to start it. I got a running start, flipping into the air and using my wings to shoot forward. I did have a little fun with it, showing off a bit as I landed, tucking my wings away to run through tight spaces before jumping into the air again and flying upward. When I caught sight of Dad, I tucked my wings into my back, back flipping and turning in the air to land in a squat, beating Bakugo by a couple seconds. 

"Wow, I was showing off on purpose and you're still slower." I teased him as I stood to full height.

"Shut up!" He yelled, as I cackled.

"And it's over! Thanks, hero, and congratulations!" Dad gave me the winner's sash. "Young Yagi might have come in first, but compared to the start of the year, you all have showed me some incredible improvements. Keep working and preparing for your upcoming final exams!"

"Sir!" We all responded before Dad called the next group. Before I could leave the field, he spoke.

"Find me after class with Young Midoriya. The three of us have something to talk about. It's time I told the two of you the whole truth... About me, and One For All." He told me. I nodded before leaving the field with everyone else. In the locker rooms, we changed into our uniforms. 

"Rockstar of the day, totally Hinotori." Hagakure gushed.

"Agreed. Hino, you're amazing." Yayorozu added while I was trying to not turn redder than my hair. 

"Guys, quit it!" My whine made them giggle. "Most of my training since I was a kid's been around my wings, which is why I'm so fast. If anything, I shouldn't be focusing on one aspect of my Quirk for mobility... I need to work on being faster while using my flames too." I was going into self critique mode, not knowing just how badly those words would come back to bite me in the future...

"Hino, stop, just accept the compliment already." Ochaco told me.

"Yeah, seriously, give yourself some more credit, girl!" Mina added.

"You should listen to them, ribbit." Tsu chimed in. We all froze at the sound of Iida's voice coming from the other locker room. 

"Don't even think about it! Peeping on them like that would be criminal!" No sooner than those words had left Iida's mouth, I noticed the hole, gasping.

"Guys!" I pointed at it, the ones who weren't dressed covering up.

"Got it!" Jirou plugged it with her earphone jack, and a yelp told us all that the little creep in our class had been about to look through it. She suddenly looked distressed, and I wondered what the actual hell she had heard.

"Uggh. Thanks, Kyoka." Hagakure told her.

"Despicable. We'll close this hole up immediately." Yayorozu chimed in. I gently touched Jirou's shoulder.

"Hey, whatever that creep was saying, ignore him." I told her. Once we were finished and school was over, Izuku and I looked for Dad in the teacher's lounge. Izuku knocked.

"It's us, All Might." When we entered, Dad looked grim. It made me pause.

"Dad?" I questioned as I closed the door behind us.

"Come have a seat." His hands were folded in his lap, and I saw a picture that looked familiar. Dad always kept a picture of Mom and him as teens with him, it was always folded neatly and kept in the inner pocket of his suit coat, the one near his heart. "You both went through a lot recently. I'm sorry I wasn't around to help you out."

"Dad..."

"You don't need to apologize for that. More importantly... Um... You mentioned One For All earlier."

"I heard that the Hero Killer swallowed your blood in the attack." Dad pointed out.

"Yeah, his Quirk made him able to paralyze someone after tasting their blood. Is that what this is about?" He asked. That was when I realized.

"Wait a second, I thought the passing of One For All only worked if he was willing to pass it to someone else." I told Dad. I should have kept my mouth shut, because Midoriya jumped out of his seat.

"Holy crap! Don't tell me the Hero Killer has One For All now?!" He shrieked.

"No, he doesn't. I just thought you might be worried about that, but... I see it didn't cross your mind." I leaned back in my seat.

"Nice job giving us a heart attack, Dad..." I mumbled under my breath. 

"But, you are right though, Hino... One For All can only be given to another person if you, the bearer, intend to pass it along. It's not something that can just be taken by force. Although it can be transferred by force... Kinda like a girl you don't really like telling you that you have to take the chocolates she made for you."

"What kind of example is that?!" Izuku and I asked at the same time.

"The Quirk you now have is unique, and you should know its origin." Dad looked at me. "Both of you should know. One for All was derived from another odd Quirk, a power that's very old."

"It used to be something different?" Izuku asked. Dad nodded.

"The name of that Quirk is All For One. It allowed its user to take Quirks from others. Then, the user could keep the Quirks for himself or give them to someone else." 

"What? You mean... He could steal powers?" Izuku asked, and quite frankly, I felt the same way he did.

"This was back when Quirks were just starting to show up. Before society had figured out how to deal with the newly powered among them. When Quirks first appeared, suddenly impossible to say what it meant to be a normal person. Laws and human rights were hotly debated. Civilization's progress stalled, society decayed."

"If superpowers had never appeared, then humans would be taking interstellar holidays by this point." I spoke up this time. "I remember hearing that from someone famous."

"I did too." Izuku replied. 

"Right. During that chaotic period of change, there was one person who managed to rally many people together. He went by the name of his power, All For One." A cold shudder went down my spine. "He stole quirks from others and then, with his overwhelming abilities, he spread his influence across the country. He manipulated people to serve his purposes, and committed evil acts with little resistance. In the blink of an eye, he became the leader of villains and ruled over Japan."

"I've seen plenty of rumors about this online, sure, but isn't that all just made up?" Izuku asked. "It's not mentioned in our textbooks."

"Probably because no one wants to be reminded of the mistakes made during that time." I answered, glancing at my friend.

"Exactly, it's the kind of shameful history people would rather ignore. Anyway, when a person gains true power, they enjoy showing it off to others."

"How does this all tie together though, Dad?" I asked. For once, I couldn't put the pieces together. 

"And what about One For All?" Izuku questioned as well.

"I said the All For One could give Quirks to others, remember? He made people trust him or submit to his will by altering their abilities. But apparently, there were many poor souls who couldn't bear the burden of the Quirks they were given. They became like mindless, living dolls, incapable of speaking..."

"Just like the Nomus are." I realized, putting a hand over my mouth. Dad nodded.

"Meanwhile, some Quirks actually evolved as they were passed on, some even combined with other power sets. This evil man had a Quirkless younger brother. He was small and sickly, but he had a strong sense of justice. They couldn't have been more different. It pained the brother to see All For One's deeds, so he kept resisting him. And then, All For One transferred a Quirk to his sibling, one that would allow him to stockpile power. We don't know if it was a gift he was giving his brother, or if he just wanted to force him to submit." I realized what that meant.

"Don't tell me..." Izuku trailed off.

"Yes, even though everyone thought he was Quirkless, turns out, the brother did have a Quirk. Though, even he hadn't realized this to be the case. He had a useless power that only allowed him to pass on Quirks. And so, the stockpiling ability merged with the younger brother's power, and that is how One For All came to be. I've always found it ironic that justice so often spawns from evil."

"Wait, hold on! I understand how One For All came about now, but this bad guy must be long dead at this point, so why are you bringing him up?" I looked at Dad at Izuku's question. The grim look on his face...

"One who steals Quirks has no limits. Anything's possible. There are Quirks that halt aging, he probably has something like that. The Symbol of Evil seemed pretty much immortal. With the state of the world at the time, and the huge difference in their combat abilities, the younger brother decided to entrust this new Quirk to future generations. Even though he couldn't defeat All For One, he hoped One For All would continue to grow in power, until it was strong enough to stop his older brother. Eventually, it was my turn, and I managed to defeat All For One! At least... That's what I thought. But, he survived and is now back in action as the brain behind the League of Villains." Dad got up and walked over to the window. "So, now you know. The entire purpose of One For All is to defeat All For One. As its holder, you may one day have to fight against this great evil yourself. Because I failed. I know you didn't expect this, but..."

"I'll do my best!" Izuku jumped out of his seat again. "I'll do whatever you ask. No matter what it might take. As long as you're with me, I can do anything! I know you'll have my back!" The look that crossed my Dad's face was one I'll never forget. Like he was holding something back, but couldn't say it for fear of hurting my friend. He hesitated for a few minutes, covering his mouth with his hand for a few seconds before opening his mouth. After a second though, he closed it, dropping his hand.

"Thank you." He replied. As Izuku and I left the school, I got a bad feeling rising in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't explain why... But, I felt like something was going to happen to Dad.

"Well, it's almost time for summer vacation. Don't get too excited, you can't just relax an entire month." Aizawa was telling us a few weeks later.

"Does that mean..."

"You'll be training... While you're camping in the woods."

"I KNEW IT, ALL RIGHT!" Kaminari and Kirishima exclaimed. 

"A big sleepover!"

"Baths!"

"Fireworks!"

"Springs!"

"And s'mores."

"Skinny dipping!" For each fun idea our classmates came up with, Mineta had a perverted idea. He's just lucky I was too far away to smack him...

"We've been training in cities, so these will be very different conditions for most of us." Yayorozu mused.

"No matter the environment, we must always remain vigilant. Yes. Very wise." Tokoyami was saying.

"Hanging out with everyone all summer, I'm so excited!" Hagakure squealed. 

"However, those of you who don't pass the final exam before the semester is over will have summer school." Aizawa continued.

"Everyone, do your best!" Kirishima and Kaminari turned to face everyone. 

"This is so stupid." Bakugo mumbled. God, I wanted to throw something at him...

"All you girls better pass this thing!" I rolled my eyes at Mineta.

"Wouldn't be such a bad thing for you to fail..." I mumbled under my breath. My mind wandered to Mom, part of me wondering what a class with her would be like. Not that we would ever find out...

I studied as hard as I could during the days that followed, memorizing everything we had learned up to that point. While studying, I made the mistake of using a special on a TV show called Live Till After Noon! as background noise for studying. "Welcome back to our live show! For our next topic: Is it really necessary for heroes to dress sexily? Let's ask our very special studio guests what they think. She's the rookie hero who debuted just this year. It's Mount Lady! And she's a pro who's currently teaching at UA high school; it's the incomparable Midnight!" The host announced. A debate with those two? Oh boy... "Thank you so much for joining us!" I bet everyone in that studio was blushing with those two there... "Please, have a seat. Let's start with you, Midnight. When you first debuted, your revealing outfit caused quite a stir. In fact, it eventually led to the Regulations for Exposed Skin in Costumes bill being taken before the legislature. You're a hero who's sexiness changed the very laws of the country."

"Her costume's still pretty racy..." Mount Lady trailed off in a sing song voice.

"Now, I rely on Ultra Thin fabrics. Because of the nature of some people's Quirks, clothing can restrict their abilities, sexiness isn't just an aesthetic, it's sometimes needed so we can do our jobs well. Besides, what's more attractive than a hero who get the job done quickly." Midnight answered the question. That was about when the peace in that studio went out the window with Mount Lady's next words.

"I think you just like the attention." She did not just disrespect Midnight like that...

"What's with you, Lady? Are you trying to start a fight?"

"Of course not, I look up to you! I think you're amazing... For someone of your age."

"You can act like the blushing ingenue all you want, but you're not that young yourself, ya know!" Midnight was out of her chair at this point. 

"All I'm saying is if the older pros try too hard, the rest of us have to go even further!" Mount Lady got up too and a fight ensued, causing me to shut it off.

"Geeze, those two were going at it pretty hard." Dad commented. I glanced up.

"I was just thinking that." I told him before we exchanged a smile. 

"So, I got an email from Melissa today... You want to tell me what's going on?" He questioned. I bit my lip, trying to hide a smile. "Hino..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about?" It came out as more of a question, making my Dad more suspicious. "What did she even say?" I asked.

"That she missed me and you and her were planning a special surprise for this year's I-Expo." He answered, making me unable to hold back my giggles anymore. 

"You'll have to wait until I-Expo to find out!" I managed to get out. Dad shook his head as he pulled me into a bear hug.

"What on Earth am I gonna do with you, Hinotori Yagi?" He asked me with a smile, causing me to smile back. 

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Line Without A Hook: Chapter 4 (Warphy)

When she finally came back to consciousness she didn’t open her eyes. “Did I die?” Warren asked herself as she felt that under her was a soft and pillowy material, she dreaded opening her eyes to see where she was until she heard a sound that made her eye open like saucers, “Stupid whale, how do I get it to move!” it was a little girl holding a Nintendo DSi, Warren went stiff when she saw her, she had sandy blond hair, pale skin with freckles and dark green eyes and a smile with a gap between her two front teeth, like Lucy if she had been 100% human. The little girl quickly realized someone was watching her and saw Warren, “SHE’S AWAKE! SHE’S AWAKE!” the girl yelled standing up and running towards someone, Warren was still hazy but panicked. She tried moving to stand up but she felt a sharp pain in her right ankle the moment she tried to stand and she just fell backward onto where she used to be “Wow wow, calm down Yaar, your ankle is twisted and you’re still connected to Intravenous, and I don’t want to make Sam fix that shit again” said a voice with an interesting accent coming towards her, she saw that it was a man, He had tan skin and brown short hair with big light brown eyes, “I-I- where am I?!” Warren asked trying to clear her very confused head, The man smiled and answered “You were out cold for 3 days, You’re on our couch and this is our Bus House” she raised an eyebrow at the term Bus House “And you are…?” Warren asked again, “I am Kunal Chauhan and this is-” Kunal was cut off by the little girl jumping onto the couch next to her “I’m Andromeda, but you can call me Andy” the girl answered jumping off the couch again “yes, and I take it that you are a military unit or soldier” added Kunal pointing at Warren, Warren looked at him a bit shocked “How did you know?” she inquired, Kunal shrugged “The bags we found you with had a machete with the label, Lieutenant Warren, I suppose that is you?” he asked this time, “Yeah you guessed right, and I suppose that you are not from here” Warren said “The accent says a lot” she added. Warren for the first time actually looked at Kunal and noticed a couple of things, First of all: His clothes, he was wearing a sleeveless lavender shirt that said Not Size Queen but can be impressed., with white knee-length shorts, and flip-flops, a very strange look for the apocalypse. Second of all: His appearance, he was rather short but stocky, wore Black nail polish with thick golden bangles on his wrists, and also wore black eyeliner. And Lastly: He didn’t have a sing scratch or bruise on him, the weirdest sight to see these days. Warren cleared her throat and tried to ask politely “Why are you so… you know, not scratched up?” Kunal tried to stifle a giggle or chuckle but answered “I’ve never had to fight against the Z’s or that kind of stuff, I’ve always been more of a Homebody, even in the apocalypse” Warren looked at him confused, ¿what did he mean that he never fought the Zombies? “Wha-What do you mean? Everyone’s fought and killed those things” she asked more, not embarrassed anymore to start asking questions “I was never able to, so Sam just made me stay in one place or in the car we were using since day 1” Kunal answered walking towards what seemed to be a kitchen built into the bus “Who’s Sam?” “Sameer, He’s my Best friend, my Yaar, my Dude,” Kunal said opening a cabinet, Warren suddenly felt like she had to do something but she couldn’t, she was couch-bound “Andy, can you radio in the guys to see if they can find more supplies before we leave!” He shouted, Warren was confused again cause Andy had disappeared again, “But I’m fixing the other radio!” Andy answered suddenly popping out of a curtain where the driver’s area was “and we need to be stocked up, it gonna be 5 full days of driving, hoping we don’t need to stop to pry a Zombie out of the wheel well” he shot back, Warren looked at the girl who just groaned and walked over to a large Long distance radio, she could see her own broken radio next to it, popped open and with a screwdriver stuck in it. “Alpha Delta Kilo Sierra to Dion, you there Di?” said Andy pressing a button and speaking to a microphone, Warren waited in silence until she heard some unnatural and guttural growling, like a zombie’s “g҉h҉a҉r҉g҉a҉h҉g҉A͓̽n͓̽d͓̽y͓̽g҉a҉h҉r҉g҉r҉g҉h҉g҉a҉r҉  ” was all that came through the radio, Andy smiled wide and laughed “Hey Di, could you tell Sameer to look for all the supplies they can, since we’re leaving tomorrow,” she said as if she didn’t just hear the most horrible sound come from the radio, Waren just heard as there was a lot of shuffling over the radio until an actual voice came throat “WHAT!? You decide till now to tell me, we’re already on the edge of the woods” complained a man's voice, it had a similar accent to Kunal’s but sounded a bit more fluent in English, “Yeah, please just get the supplies and get here. Over and Out” Andy answered and closed the channel “There, happy now?” said Andy with a very sarcastic tone to Kunal, Warren scoffed and commented “If I spoke to my parents like that, I would get an ass whopping” Andy made a face and shot back a comment that she did not expect from a girl this young “They aren't my parents, so I can do what I want”, Andy picked up Warrens radio to keep working on it when a paper the size of a burner phone fell out of the carry bag, “Hey who’s this? He looks weird,” said andy picking up the paper, it wasn’t a paper, it was a polaroid. Warren signaled Andy to give her the picture and in a single second her heart fell to her stomach, It was Murphy but he didn’t look like Murphy, at least not the one she knew. The photo was obviously old, Murphy had his not-red-skin tone, but his hair was slicked back and he had no facial hair, and the main difference was his face, his blue eyes shined and he had a wide grin on, even if it seemed to be a mugshot. Warren made a small sad smile and mumbled an answer “That’s who I’m looking for, my friend Alvin Murphy, he’s been lost for 6 months or so ¿where did you get this?" Andy’s eyes went wide and she started to flick her fingers and rock herself on the heels of her feet “I-It fell out of your radios bag! I know someone named like that! I know some-” she was cut short by the bus house's door opening. There was a tall man with Dark tan skin and dark brown eyes in a military green button-up with a black scarf, black pants, and brown work boots “Finally, she’s awake!” he yelled dropping a large axe he had in hand on the floor and walking toward Warren. "I'm Sameer, the one who had to put this splint and stick a needle with fluids into you, I hope you are feeling less shitty" He introduced himself as he bent down to look at the fluid bag IV she was connected to, as he moved to check her ankle splint he was suddenly pulled back by his unruly, straight, black hair. Kunal was yelling in what Warren identified as Hindi and had Sam grabbed by the hair looking at him in his face, "Idiot, mainne tumase kaha tha ki chataee par apana bloody boots ponchh do, tum poore galeeche par blood lag jaoge!" Kunal yelled pulling Sam's hair more, trying to make the man look at his face "Fuck, tum paagal ho Kunal, jaane do!" Sam complained trying to stand straight and get his hair free from Kunal's grip, this was the first moment she noticed that Sam was a good full foot taller than Kunal, and Kunal was a few inches taller than her. Warren looked towards Andy and the little girl just shrugged "Kunal´s complaining that Sam didn't clean his blood-smeared boots before he went inside" she explained closing the curtain of the driver's cabin. After what seemed to be half an hour or so of Sam and Kunal arguing over those bloody boots, progress was finally made"Fucking fine! I'll clean my boots, you never make the others do that..." Sam finally accepted and went outside of the bus "Well that's cause I don't need to tell them they do it on their own" Kunal retorted and went back to the kitchen, "Who's the Others?" asked Warren, who were these Others that the talked about, Andy beamed and started ranting "Oh! There are 2 more of us, Dion, is the sweetest and braves guy I've known in all my life, it's only 7 years long so that says a lot" Warren smiled at the little girl, she's only ever known the apocalypse world, never saw the old world "And than we got our newest friend, He's a little weird and scared, but he's really strong! He was the one who found you!" Andy added, throwing her hands up in the air. Warren's eyes widened "What do you mean He found me? Who is this New Frie-" Warren was cut off by the loud sound of something landing on top of the bus "why didn't the roof move? something landed!" she asked worried about what the fuck had just dropped on the roof, Sam came back on the bus and just chuckled "Its a triple-decker bus, that's why, but don't be scared. It's only our friends" Warren sat up straight on the couch as the landing sound was heard again "Dion get in here! The lady woke up" Andy shouted as two figures dropped from a hatch in the roof.

Warren's eyes teared up as she saw one of the crouched figures, "Murphy?..."

[ollieofthebeholder]

Oh, yeah, I actually have one of those (the ones you're describing, not the one in the picture) - my mom found it somewhere and bought it for me when I was in elementary school so I could do my homework in my bedroom instead of at the kitchen table. I outgrew it before I hit fourth grade and got a full-sized desk. At least the wooden chair was comfortable.

My high school also assigned you the same locker for all four years, but I'm not sure if that was standard so I didn't include it. I went to private school before that and we had cubbies.

Also:

@basilikum7, hope you don't mind me putting you out here.

It's a pretty standard thing in American schools. Security was permitted at any time to open the lockers and check to make sure there was nothing contraband in them. Because the lockers were school property, they weren't required to tell you about it or make sure you were present when they opened them, and often the first you'd know about it was when you got summoned to the office and informed you were being written up/sent home for whatever it was.

Now, random classroom checks, yes, you had to be there for. They would send in two security guards, one male and one female. They'd plant a sign outside the door that said "RANDOM CHECK IN PROGRESS" so that anyone who was late to class or running an errand or lucky enough to be in the bathroom when security showed up would know they weren't allowed in the room and had to stand outside and wait. Then they would call you up one at a time, go through your backpack with you standing right there, and then pat you down to make sure you weren't carrying anything that was against school rules. The teachers were never informed this was happening and would have to just sit there while 15-20 minutes of instruction time was eaten up by this process.

Also, the things that were contraband varied. Weapons and drugs were the obvious, although "drugs" didn't just mean "cocaine and heroin and whatever other federally outlawed harmful drugs you could think of", it meant any medication, prescription, over the counter, or otherwise. I got written up for having a travel-sized bottle of Advil with two (2) pills in it that I'd forgotten were in my bag because I'd used it as my carry-on for a class trip to France the previous week. Anything you were prescribed you were supposed to lodge with the nurse's office (side note, I don't even know where the nurse's office WAS in my school) and get permission from your teachers to go there and get it administered when you needed it. Weapons meant anything that could be conceivably be used to hurt another person; they banned candy canes at my high school one year because a friend of my brother's was sucking on one in the cafeteria, another student noticed it had gone down to a point and stuck out his arm and yelled "SHANK ME", the friend obliged and actually drew a pinprick of blood, and security saw it. But you also weren't allowed to have cell phones on school property, not even off and out of sight (and you weren't supposed to leave them in your car, either; your car was considered "on school property", they could randomly search those any time they wanted too - although it was another case of you had to be there for it - and if they found anything against school rules, even if there was no logical way you could have accessed it during the school day, you got written up for it). One year they banned colored Band-Aids because - allegedly - they were being used as a gang symbol. Same with long plain white t-shirts. If you got found with either in your locker or bag, guess what, you got a write-up for having "gang paraphernalia". There was no appeal. You had it, you got the write-up.

hey Americans?

what the fuck is this? this isn't real right. it's made up for tv like those metal lockers

[amazingphilza]

twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj