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royalarchivist · 5 months

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Phil: [Forever] is OBSESSED with his ex, and I am the replacement. He wants me to try and become him. He's got the least amount of rizz I have ever witnessed! [...] So I just left. I just– I got up and left, you know? I was like, "I don't have to take this sht." Fit: Good for you! Phil: I'm an independent cis male. [Cracks up]

Phil and Fit (mostly Phil) roast Forever.

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Fit: Forever!

Forever: [Punches Phil as he runs past him]

Phil: Whoa! Jesus Christ.

Forever: Hey, Fit! Nice to see you again.

Fit: Hello, hello!

Forever: Hello. [Forever runs off.]

Phil: Dude just punched me and fcking left!

Fit: He just gave you a little love tap, I guess.

Phil: No, do you wanna know the– you want to know the drama, do you wanna know some tea?

Fit: OHHHH, sir, sir! Please, enlighten me!

Phil: SO – Forever tells me to come join him in a VC. I politely accept, ok? I'm like, "Alright, let's see what he has to say." He says he has some– you know, a proposition. He then pulls up a video on his phone and is like, "Hey, do you wanna watch what my ex used to sound like? Do you wanna look at like, videos of me and my ex hanging out? Do you wanna watch this video with me? Hey, Phil, do you want to start saying some of the things that my ex says?"

Fit: [Laughs]

Phil: "Do you wanna start acting like my ex? Wait–" [Phil leans into the mic] "–can we dress you up a little bit more to look like my ex?"

Fit: Oh no...

Phil: "Can you put in some contact lenses to have the same color eyes as my ex?" Motherfcker is OBSESSED with his ex, and I am the replacement. He wants me to try and become him. Motherfcker– he thought I was American as well! He thought I was American! I was like, "Motherfcker, you don't know me for sht!" He's got the least amount of rizz I have ever witnessed! [Laughs]

Fit: Yeah, I mean, I understand your pain. The greatest insult you can give someone is thinking that they're American. That's pretty much the biggest insult, so– I would be livid, Phil, I don't blame you for feeling that way.

Phil: Dude, so I just left. I just– I got up and left, you know? I was like, "I don't have to take this sht."

Fit: Good for you!

Phil: I'm an independent cis male. [Cracks up]

#Philza #FitMC #ForeverPlayer #ForeverPlayerG #QSMP #Pissa #sugar duo #The funniest petty passive-aggressive nonsense #I love Forever #Q #Forever and Phil's friendship is the best #May 16 2023 #I can't believe this was from MAY #Phil #Fit #Forever

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mister-ious · 7 months

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this was a great suggestion from @thychuvaluswife to continue the YouTuber!Ghost scenario!

also sorry for posting this super late. been hit by a dangerous disease (procrastination)

I can just imagine Ghost being so done with the whole YouTube thing after the first few (viral) videos that'd been posted. God he’d let out the biggest sigh once Price tells him that he needs to do a Q&A.

The light scratching of Price’s pen on documents was the only sound in this room. Ghost stood right by the door of the office, a deadpan gaze set on whatever Price was signing—probably papers for the deployment of soldiers, maybe forms. "Your fans want you to do a, uh, what was it?" Price taps a rhythm onto his desk with his pen, "A Q and A. Yeah, that." Price smirks, "Soap and Gaz carefully hand-picked the questions just for you."

Ghost would be pissed. Like, out of everyone that was part/knew of this YouTube channel, Price was one of the people he thought would be against something like a Q&A.

"Are you fucking serious?" Ghost was, reasonably, upset; he more or less agreed to be part of this YouTube channel to 'educate people' and to 'promote the military'. He didn't sign up to be some sort of influencer big-shot with internet randoms telling him how hot he is. "You've got to be taking the piss here, Price. I'm not gonna do that."

Honestly, Ghost secretly likes being pined for in the comments. Strangers telling him how hot he is and that they might sign up for the military just for him. It was all too flattering... So sometimes he'd flex a little bit more in some of the videos, wear tighter clothes, shorter sleeves, maybe make his voice a little deeper and rougher even though it wouldn't matter since the editor obscures his voice—still hot either way.

"Hey, LT. Don't worry, me and Gaz picked the perfect questions just for you." Soap gave him a thumbs up, grinning at Gaz. "Don't start, Mactavish." Ghost glared sternly, sat at a desk in one of the offices, getting his mic clipped on and being given a laptop. "I'm just talking you up, sir."

Oh god, Ghost would be teased so hard by 141. He'd also be gossiped about around base, soldiers murmuring about how he went viral, how the internet is fiending for him, how it was unexpected and that he secretly loves the attention. The gossip born from the YouTube channel also gave him some secret admirers at the base—of course he's rejected all of them due to fraternisation.

"Heard that the viewers wanted a Q and A," Ghost introduced, lifting the laptop in his hand, "So.. here it is." "Woo!" Soap cheers, clapping his hands, leading a landslide of applause from everyone else in the room. Ghost grumbles a quiet "bloody hell" under his breath as he tilted his head down.

Post recording and editing, Soap would have his voice pitched annoyingly high as per Ghost's request whenever he'd butt in the Q&A. Gaz would laugh here and there but would ultimately stay quiet.

"First question– are you fucking serious? Who picked this? This isn't even a question." "Read it out, sir." Gaz chortles, earning a cold, mean, and bitter stare that screamed 'you won't get away with this' from his lieutenant. There's a slight grimace that makes itself visible from inside the balaclava. "Twerk." He mumbles, keeping his piercing stare on both Gaz and Soap—two big and beautiful smiles on their faces. Ghost looks back at the camera, exhaling, "Only special people get to see that, love."

was that even accurate? would he ever say that? i don't even know and i apologise if he was ooc here,,

The total amount of questions that made it into the roster for the video were ten. All were just: What do you look for in a woman? Can he post a video where he's shirtless? What was the ideal date? How tall are you? Do you prefer shorter people? Do you like men?

Ghost was able to sprinkle some of his silly puns in the video when he was asked about his best pickup line. "I got one for you." Ghost coughs, "I like women how I like my coffee. Ground up in a can." A silence that lasted longer than it should've followed.

I think that clip would probably get him in a bit of trouble on the internet—but not enough trouble where he had to go do something about it. Maybe just me though.

Oh my god and Gaz would put TikTok edits for Ghost to react to. It'd be so embarrassing I'm so sorry.

"How old are these people? What is this video tribute?"

The comments under this video would be filled with stuff about how he's so attractive, he has such a funny personality, 'i wont him'. The usual thirst comments. They’d also talk about the other Scottish and English dudes in the background. ‘Who are they?’

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw x reader #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x you #ghost riley x reader #ghost call of duty

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smashboxgirl26 · 1 year

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i feel stupid (and contagious)

college student! dabi x fem! bass player! reader summary: “concerts” for random bands at little bars weren’t exactly dabi’s scene — though a cute bassist might make up for it. part of: @deartouya 's love in the everyday collab!! (apologies i know it took soooo long ;-:) contains: drinking (they're old enough!), general kind of fluff with meet cutes!! word count: 4.9k masterlist

“Concerts” for random bands at little bars weren’t exactly Dabi’s scene.

Their music usually sucked, for one, when they decided to play original songs instead of covers, which was often. The price of a simple bottle of beer was higher since the bar would try to take advantage of the influx of people—since college kids (other than himself) thought it was cool and underground to go see some randos they’d never heard of. And the people were assholes, more than usual at the very least, which he decided he could determine as a resident asshole himself.

So no, Dabi didn’t end up in the crowd of this “concert” on purpose, being forced to rub elbows with a bunch of strangers while trying to take a sip of his beer. He’d been invited there by his friends to his favorite bar for his birthday, and now he was stuck in the crowd without a table since they all texted that they were going to be late.

(“You need more than one person in your party to be seated at a table, sir,” the hostess had said all the while trying to pretend like she wasn’t staring at Dabi’s tattoos and piercings before directing him towards the bar.

As if he could give a shit about what she thought.)

The couple smushed right next to him looked like they were ready to jump each other’s bones; they’d bumped into his arm at least five times now as they continued making out, and Dabi grimaced as he tried to scooch away from the saliva-monsters with fail since there was no where he could’ve gone.

At that point, he wasn’t even sure why he hadn’t just blown the whole thing off when it’d already been twenty minutes and his friends hadn’t arrived. He’d been fine hanging out by the bar, but he should’ve suspected something was up when there were more people coming in than usual—he’d just chalked it up to it being a busier-than-normal Friday night.

Stupid.

Honestly, he should’ve just left when he’d gotten the chance but now it was too crowded to try and push his way out and his phone was constantly buzzing with his “friends” telling him they were almost there.

He couldn’t do much but suck it up and deal with it, at that point. Maybe try and hope the stupid band that was playing was relatively good and that they wouldn’t make him want to claw his ears out. And if they sucked, well, he could just try and hope that he could escape before his friends forced him to stay and make his ears bleed.

Suddenly the crowd was cheering, and Dabi strained his eyes over the crowd to catch the band as they made their way onto the makeshift stage at the back of the bar. Even the couple aggressively making out next to him stopped in their shenanigans as the girl screamed at the top of her lungs—just to the sound of microphone feedback when the lead singer tapped on the mic.

Dabi flinched away from them, deciding to push himself forward in the crowd; he didn’t want to be caught in the middle of whatever they decided to do next.

“We’re Blood in the Water!” the guy standing at the front of the stage called out before the bar was drowned in more cheers: apparently these people were quite well known. “Thanks for joining us tonight—we hope you all enjoy!”

That was all it took for him to nod to the drummer sitting behind him to count off the beat, before they jumped straight into Learn to Fly by the Foo Fighters.

Though Dabi hated to admit it, he found himself nodding along to the song, his foot tapping to the beat as the words came out of his lips in habit. They weren’t shitty and he had to commend them for that, even if he was still pissed at the fact he’d been forced to be there in the first place; and it was easy for him to fall into the music as their set went on.

(You couldn’t blame him for actually enjoying the music they played if they were actually good—better than he’d ever admit if he ever did. Not to mention their song choice was impeccable.)

The energy the band was putting into their performance was addicting, especially with the way the crowd around him was responding: shouting the lyrics out at the top of their lungs and jumping on top of each other at fast–paced songs in their excitement, though he was sure there was also a mosh pit somewhere in the middle. The main singer continued to encourage this behavior as he jumped and danced while singing into his mic, but Dabi’s eyes couldn’t help but slide over to the base player standing towards the side of the stage.

You Shook Me All Night Long had her hopping on the balls of her feet as she sang out the chorus with the rest of the band while Teenagers had her headbanging as hard as she probably could while she took on the solo instead of the guitar. Something about her was alluring, and it only seemed to get better when she jumped into the middle of the mosh pit while still playing along to All the Small Things.

It was only during Come as You Are that Dabi was reminded what’d actually happened and why he was actually there, when a tap on his shoulder had him whirling around to find Himiko beaming at him and waving to join the table.

(As it turned out, everyone had arrived at the same time. How convenient.)

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there,” she gave a sly smile while dragging him towards their table.

“They weren’t shit,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m allowed to enjoy non-horrible music.”

“Yeah, but you seemed to be specifically enjoying Y/N’s presence,” he heard her snicker.

Who is she talking about? Is that the bassist?

“What?”

“Don’t lie,” she smirked as they reached the table. “I saw you staring at her, all wide eyed and smiley.”

“Who’s got Dabi smiley?” Tomura looked up from the Nintendo Switch stuck in his grasp, an eyebrow raising as he scooted across the seat after Toga shooed him over the booth so she could sit next to Jin.

“No one,” Dabi rolled his eyes, ignoring the snickering stare Toga was giving him as he stuck himself in the booth next to Tomura.

“Dabi’s in looooveee,” Himiko sang, ignoring the death glare Dabi was pointing straight after.

Sometimes he really did wish looks could kill.

“Love?” Jin turned to him with surprise. “You should’ve told me! I hate love.”

“Shut it,” Dabi sneered. “No one’s in love. I was just listening to the music.”

“I knew you would enjoy them!” Himiko cheered. “Sooo, how did you like my birthday present?”

He should’ve known it was planned.

“It was fine,” he rolled his eyes. “...thank you.”

“I half expected him to be gone by the time we got here,” Tomura mused, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

“If they played shittily, I would’ve.”

“Y/N’s super good!” Himiko interrupted. “I wouldn’t have planned this all out if they sucked.”

“...who’s Y/N again?” Tomura looked to her boredly.

“She’s the bassist of course,” she chattered on. “I met her in literature last semester, and she’s super nice. We were partners for this project because we sat near each other and she was really fun! Plus, she’s like, really good at writing so she helped me with my final project and I got an A! Isn’t that so sweet of her? And after that we both–”

“Okay we get it,” he waved her off, his attention turning back to Dabi. “She’s got you smiley?”

“No,” Dabi scoffed. “She’s just good at bass. I was just admiring her–”

“Liar,” she interrupted once more. “He was staring, like full-on-focused on her. He didn’t even know I was–”

“Shut the fuck up,” Dabi glared at her once more.

(The whole conversation was getting on his nerves. Why was he getting picked on for admiring her skills? They wouldn’t do the same for Tomura.

It was probably just because it was his birthday. His stupid, fucking birthday that he never even celebrated till now.)

“Don’t be rude to Himi!” Jin slammed down his bottle, a finger accusingly pointed towards Dabi.

Himiko was only laughing at the whole display, cackling as she rocked back and forth —Jin calmed down in an instant, seeing as she wasn’t actually being threatened and Dabi only rolled his eyes.

“Remind me how I know you people again,” he groaned, trying to get the last sip out of his beer bottle before standing up from the booth. “Fuck I need another beer.”

“Get me one too please,” Himiko smiled before going back to whatever game she was playing with Jin.

He didn’t have much of a choice, only rolling his eyes as he stumbled back towards the counter through the growing crowd of people.

You were playing Smells Like Teen Spirit, and judging by the energy you and the rest of the band were putting into the performance, it was probably the last song of the set. Basic—but you played well enough that it wasn’t a negative point.

“Two beers!” Dabi shouted when he got to the bar counter, in hopes that the bartender might be able to hear him through the blasted music and the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs.

The bartender nodded (though Dabi wasn’t sure if he actually understood what he said) before turning around and busying himself at the back — leaving Dabi to watch the stage as the last few notes rang out, the crowd erupting into cheers as the band thanked everyone for coming to watch. You smiled sweetly at the crowd, waving wildly before you all jumped off the stage to be mobbed by the people who were on the floor.

“Here!” the bartender shouted over the chatter, pushing the bottles towards Dabi over the wooden counter.

Dabi was still looking over to where the crowd was gathered at the bottom of the stage, where you and the rest of the band had gotten off.

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” The bartender grabbed Dabi’s attention when he went to grab the bottles.

“Who?” Dabi stared at him.

“The bassist,” he pointed back towards the crowd. “Saw you were staring.”

“Nah,” Dabi waved him off. “Just thought she was a good player.”

The bartender only snorted in response before he was called over to the other side of the bar. Dabi chose to roll his eyes and ignore him instead as he stumbled through the crowd back to the small booth they were sitting in.

Only, there was someone new at the table.

“Dabi, look who joined us,” Toga smiled as he placed the bottle down on the table for her to take.

Sure enough, you were sitting right beside her—squished into their little booth of ragtags as if you’d been a part of the group the entire time.

And fuck, you were prettier up close. All glossed lips and doe eyes as you clung to Himiko’s arm.

Dabi almost forgot that he had to say anything until he caught Tomura giving him his stupid, cracking, dry smirk.

“Nice to meet you,” he nodded as he dipped down to scooch Tomura over in his spot.

“You’re Dabi, right?” you smiled.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You know Y/N,” Himiko looked his way slyly. “It’s Dabi’s birthday today.”

“Oh,” you looked surprised. “Uh, happy birthday.”

“And guess what else Y/N? My birthday present to him was your performance. And Dabi’s like, superrrr picky about what music he likes but he said he really liked your guys’ band—and he especially thinks that you’re super good at bass!”

Dabi almost spat out the beer he’d just sipped, settling for choking on it instead as he watched Tomura snicker from the side even as he patted his back to help him soothe it down. A glare settled over his features as he stared in Toga’s direction, though she paid no mind as she continued chattering on with you.

“Uh, yeah,” was all Dabi could say, awkwardly, when you turned in his direction to gauge his reaction. “Yeah, you played well.”

“You should give him lessons!” Toga almost shouted, as if the lightbulb in her head had just gone off like it would in some anime.

(He really wanted to strangle her. He really did. Not that Tomura’s silent snickering from the side was making the situation any better.

Jin, thankfully, was too engrossed in watching the game displayed near the top of the bar.)

“Thank you,” was all you could say, also awkwardly, while chuckling slightly. “And, I mean, I could if you wanted to,” you turned towards him with a small smile. “I actually teach some kids at the rec center.”

Of fucking course you were goddamn Mother Teresa on top of everything. Why should he be surprised?

“Cool,” he tried to sip his beer nonchalantly, though Tomura’s constant eyebrow waggling wasn’t helping.

“Actually, I have to go to the bathroom,” Toga suddenly announced while pinching Jin’s arm.

He muttered an ow before he followed her out of the booth (complaining about how he didn’t need to use the bathroom) before Tomura also made the excuse that he needed to grab another beer (even though his bottle was still pretty full) — which left the both of you alone at the booth and Dabi fuming as he sipped his beer quietly.

Those idiots were about as subtle as screaming cows running across the hillside — what the fuck did they actually expect him to do? Ask you for your number or something?

The whole situation was hopeless.

“How’d you guys all meet?” you asked him through a sip of your drink — “You all seem super close.”

“Highschool,” he rolled his eyes. “They haven’t left me alone since.”

You let out a laugh at that, and Dabi almost caught himself smiling at the sound.

“I’m sure they’re not that bad.”

“Have you met Himiko?” He raised an eyebrow. “Girl’s fucking obsessed with everyone she meets — she just latches on and never lets go.”

“I wouldn't say that’s a bad thing,” you chuckled, letting silence (though was it really silence, if the entire bar was shouting at the top of their lungs?) wash over the table.

“What made you join a band?” Dabi decided to return a question.

“One of my friends kinda forced me,” you shrugged. “Their bassist quit on them at the last minute for one of their gigs so he emotionally manipulated me into filling in for them. Then they just kinda decided that I was a better fit and I’ve been a part of it ever since.”

“Emotionally manipulated?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds, I swear,” you laughed at the suspicious expression he was making. “It was kinda along the lines of ‘It’s only once Y/N you have to do this for us! Remember when I brought you that dress when you spilled coffee on your shirt?’ — and honestly, I enjoy playing with them. It helped me learn that music was my creative outlet.”

“So you don’t study it I’m guessing?”

“No,” you laughed (and god, it was so fucking pretty). “I’m doing law. What about you?”

“Business,” he sighed — though unintentionally — but you caught on quickly as you raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t want to do business?”

Dabi sat alarmed, staring and blinking at you like a deer in headlights.

How the fuck did you catch on so quickly?

“It’s uh– sorta, yeah,” he forced himself to catch his words quickly. “My dad runs this company that he wants me to eventually take over — even though I’d rather not.”

You must’ve noticed how caught off guard he looked from how apologetically you were staring at him.

What did it mean that he immediately felt bad because you looked upset and it was kind of his fault?

“Sorry,” you avoided eye contact to sip on your beer once more. “I didn’t mean for it to get so heavy. You just — didn’t sound very enthusiastic.”

“No, it’s fine.” He leaned back in the booth. “It was just kinda — unexpected — that you’d pick up on it so quickly.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but have you ever told your dad that you don’t want to run his business?”

“Yeah,” he sighed as he leaned back, letting one arm drape over the back of the booth — “It doesn’t work like that though.”

Dabi physically couldn’t stop the frown that made its way to his lips after taking a sip of his beer, memories caught behind his lashes as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Sorry,” you uttered under your breath, “It’s your birthday and I’m a stranger who’s forcing you to talk about stuff you don’t need to. I’ll catch you later, I guess.”

When Dabi opened his eyes once more you were standing up, drink in hand to make your way out of the small corner booth; and he shot up without hesitation.

(Was he really that upset to see you go?)

“It’s not your fault,” he blocked your exit, hands outstretched so you couldn’t pass — though they were quickly retracted and scratching the back of his neck when he realized how threatening that must have been. “I, uh– Birthdays are already kind of a sore spot; I probably wouldn’t have celebrated if it weren’t for the rest of the gang. But, I promise, it’s not your fault for bringing it up.”

“Still,” you were giving him this small, sad smile that made him want to pull his hair out. “You should get to celebrate with your friends. I don’t wanna get in the way of that.”

“You’re not–”

“Y/N! We’re all going to– Oh, am I interrupting something?”

A tall, familiar looking blonde guy was standing right behind Dabi when he turned around, hands on his hips while sizing Dabi up like he was about to try something with you.

“Keigo–” you were out of the booth before blondie could say anything else, “–this is Dabi; he’s one of Himiko’s friends. Dabi, this is Keigo.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dabi stuck his hand out, watching a tiny breath of air puff out of Keigo’s mouth as he took it begrudgingly. “You’re the lead singer, right?”

“Yeah,” Keigo seemingly stood taller.

“He’s the one who manipulated me into joining Blood in the Water,” you turned to Dabi quickly.

“Manipulated?” An eyebrow rose on Keigo’s face before turning to Dabi. “Is that what she told you?”

“That’s what you did!”

“No,” he shook his head, laughing. “I just bothered you until you said yes.”

“That’s a form of manipulation,” you rolled your eyes.

“Is it really though?”

“Hey guys!” Another girl popped up — the girl who played the drums. “We’re leaving now, with or without you.”

“You’re free to join us if you like,” Keigo turned to Dabi, seemingly over his suspicion in under a second. “We’re heading to that bar down by the mall, this place is a little crowded now.”

“Nah it’s alright,” Dabi accepted his fate, clenching down on the part of his brain that wanted to ask you for your number so he could at least keep in contact. “My friends are all here — somewhere. I don’t wanna ditch ‘em.”

Your face seemed to drop when he said those words, but you nodded as the girl linked her arms in yours to drag you away.

“See you around,” you waved before walking away — and Dabi could only repeat your action before you were gone with Keigo by your side, standing and staring from his little spot in the corner for what felt like hours.

I’m such a fucking idiot. I made her feel bad.

“Dabi! What happened? Where’d Y/N go?” Himiko’s voice pulled him back, and Dabi could only turn and give her a weary look before slumping back into the booth to finish his beer.

Dabi didn’t talk to Himiko for two days after that: for her pathetic attempts at match-making, for putting him in that situation in the first place, for leaving him there with you thinking that he could get your number, (for giving him hope that he could get your number,) for not fact checking because it was clear that Keigo was already into you.

And he knew it was stupid that he was upset (and a little jealous, frankly) since you’d both just met that day but he couldn’t help it. What was he supposed to do about it at this point though?

(He pacified himself; he could be as salty about it as he wanted since it’d been his birthday, and that had to have some significance.)

Perhaps the only good thing that came out of it was the resurgence of music in his life.

And no, Himiko did not successfully convince him to go and join your classes filled with little middle schoolers — though, to be honest, he might’ve considered it just to have an excuse to see you (outside of trying to run into you at school).

Instead, he found himself drawn back to playing the guitar like had in high school — something he’d buried desperately after he joined college to avoid looking like those lame-ass, stereotypical “guitar guys”; with all the tattoos and piercings he had, he didn’t need the whole female population swarming after him just because he had the stereotypical “bad boy” phenotype.

Even though his refound interest was hidden — he did not want Shigaraki to find out and give him shit about it forever — he enjoyed the quiet afternoons spent in the little music shop near the edge of campus: it was always basically empty, the owner was old and chill so he didn’t care that Dabi wandered in all the time just to mess around with his guitars, and there was a small recording studio in the back (which was technically used to give lessons, but it was good just for practicing).

He even made a little routine out of it; he’d spend the morning going out to get breakfast and listening to music to hype himself up before going in and practicing the couple of songs he was working on for the rest of the afternoon.

But the last thing he expected to see when he wandered in one random afternoon, was you.

You were tucked in the back in the recording booth with a flashy bass the old man usually displayed in the front, playing your heart out to a song playing on the headphone situated over your head with your lips quietly mouthing out the words to the song.

Dammit, Dabi forgot how pretty you were just after a few weeks of not seeing you — even in casual sweats and your hair tied up he still felt his heart start beating faster at just the sight of you.

What was it about your presence that made him feel so different? For some reason, he didn’t feel as angered or annoyed by his conditions if you were near him.

He couldn’t really help it as he crept further towards the booth, watching from the almost-soundproof glass; he could tell that you were playing Smells Like Teen Spirit again from the riffs you repeated, and also the solo you took — and it made it obvious of how deep your love for music ran. You clearly loved what you did, even if you downplayed it as a hobby for other people.

You’d finished now, though, and were staring– fuck, you were staring at him through the glass; and you sent him a small smile and a wave.

Dabi kinda wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it.

“Hey,” he tried to wave casually when you walked out to meet him.

“Hey,” you smiled. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

“I, uh, started coming here not too long ago…” he shrugged. “—To buy records and stuff.” He quickly added. He wasn’t sure that he could trust you to not tell Himiko about his guitar secret just yet.

“So you’re not the guy my uncle said started coming in on the afternoons to come practice the guitar?” you planted your hands on your hips.

Dabi almost sputtered in response.

Your uncle?

No wonder you were allowed to play the most expensive instrument in that little shop.

“I… uh…” he couldn’t really find an excuse for his blatant lie, but you interrupted him with a laugh.

“I’m just being annoying. Don’t worry, I’m sure you have your reasons.” you waved him off with a smile, grabbing the bass you were just playing to go hang it back in the front.

“They’re not real reasons,” he followed you and continued. “I just don’t really want certain people to find out I started playing again — specifically Himiko.”

“Yeah, I could see the consequences of that,” you giggled, putting the bass back in its display before heading over to the small counter where the cash register was.

Dabi didn’t know what else to do but follow.

“So… this place is your uncle’s?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking back up at him. “I take over sometimes when he has to go help my aunt at the hospital. He was the one who first taught me guitar, actually.”

“Guitar and bass?” Dabi raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Planning to take over the whole music industry, huh?”

“Well, I can try,” you chuckled. “I mean, I’m planning to take over it through law anyways, might as well go through both forms.”

“You’re gonna go into entertainment law?”

“It’s what I’m thinking about,” you hummed. “Probably the easier stuff, like copyright and all that but I think it’d be really interesting.”

“Smart and talented,” Dabi couldn’t stop his mouth from moving. Why was he being so weirdly flirtatious? “What can’t you do?

“My stats homework.”

Dabi’s nose crinkled slightly before looking down on the counter to see that a big textbook that read STATISTICS was in fact, open and on the counter.

How had he not noticed that when he walked in?

Well it made sense, because you were the first and only thing he noticed when he walked in.

“Do you know how to do any of this shit?” you looked at him wearily. “You’ve probably done stats in Business, right?”

“Here, gimme that,” he maneuvered the text book so that it was facing him before reading out the problem and beginning to explain how you used the z critical value to get the p-value and you had to use both of those to get your conclusion — missing the way you completely disregarded what he said: only watching the curve of his face, the way his mouth moved when he spoke, listening to the highs and lows of his voice as his words flew past your head, watching the piercings on his ears catch the light when he shifted slightly.

Obviously you found him super attractive — not just his “bad boy” persona (which you couldn’t lie, was super hot— you actually noticed him in the crowd that night) but also who he was as a person.

However, you still felt bad about asking about his family and home life unprompted. It wasn’t hard to see that there were a lot of bad memories by the way his mood instantly shifted when you’d asked about it that night at the bar; and you’d been beating yourself up about it ever since: trying to stay hidden and avoiding him whenever you spotted him in the distance on campus.

Even now, you could still make out the slightest frown on his lips if you leaned in close enough.

“Does that make sense?” Dabi finished, only looking up to see you quietly staring at him — the smallest distance left between you, like you’d brought your face closer to his just to observe him.

He only swallowed, like there was nothing left that he could possibly say — what could he say anyway? You were so close to his face that he could pick out the hints of other colors in your irises, the outline of your cheekbones, the way your eyelashes curled upward, the small hint of a smile that rested on your lips.

You seemed to realize what had happened almost instantly — though it felt like time itself had stopped and you’d both been sitting there staring for hours — and you turned away with a frown tugging over your expression.

“M’sorry,” you muttered, not looking back at him.

“What for?”

You opened your mouth once or twice, as if deciding what to say. “For staring.”

Dabi let out a small snort at that; like he hadn’t been staring at you since he first saw you.

“And..” you continued, taking in a small breath. “For what happened… At the bar — what I said.”

“You don’t need to apologize for asking about my family,” Dabi read your mind; he could see how much it was bothering you just by the small twinge in your eyebrows. “It’s not like I hide my contemptment for them,” he laughed. “I express it pretty openly, actually.”

“But it was your birthday, and I dunno… It was pretty rude of me.”

And something inside Dabi snapped.

Alright dude… Now or never…

“If you’re that worried, why don’t you make it up to me by coming out with me for dinner?”

Your eyes widened for a moment, in surprise, but your expression settled under a couple of seconds — leaving a large, beautiful smile to rest on your lips.

“I’d love that.”

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xgummibearx · 6 months

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Hit by a Quirk

All Might x F reader.

author’s note: I AM FINALLY GONNA TRY TO FINISH THIS SERIES, I have been procrastinating on this one cause I admit I do not like Endeavor and I felt like I had to write one for him but...I kinda don’t want to. SO, instead I am gonna write another All Might X reader and I’ll write the Endeavor one if people request it.

In case you were unfamiliar with this series, this little blurb explains the general concept. I have written stories in the series so far for: Fatgum, Aizawa, Present Mic, Hawkes, and Nighteye.

https://at.tumblr.com/xgummibearx/hit-with-a-quirk-pro-heroes-x-teacher-reader/pbaoi17qx9e5

OKAY, here ya go:

Summary: All Might has been reverted to his early childhood years, and...there are many that would love to get their hands on a helpless, defenseless All Might. You can’t let that happen.

Note: The reader for this is I suppose, kinda aged up? I’m picturing they grew up with All Might.

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Cameras were flashing in the distance as Kamui ran to the scene, a villain in a large trenchoat was being lead quivering and shaking under Midnight’s watchful eye. Pink smoke was slowly ebbing away as the villiain was lead in daze to a well armoured vehicle. “The media! They’re coming, someone uploaded a video of civillians coming across Hawkes and Endeavor after their attack...this place is going to be blown up with paparazzi any minute...” He looked around frantically, another sleek black vehicle pulling up. “Where’s All Might?!” Midnight was opening the door of the black car to reveal Nezu, looking around to access the damage. He had lost two, and according to Midnight’s report now three crucial staff members -not to mention one if his own students-to this attack.

Special ops agents fanned out as another spoke with the police, asking the villian questions about his encounter with the retired Number One hero. Midnight approached Nezu as he peered around trash cans and casually walked around. “Sir, what have you heard about the other heroes? Is there any information?” She asked gently as Nezu paused at a wall that was...quite busted, and sure enough there was Toshinori. In a dark yellow suit that was now much, much too big. He was bruised, and shaking, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Midnight stepped forward immediately but Nezu gently offered his hand.

“I can take things from here, the other heroes are fine...In fact, I have made arrangements for most of them, but little Taishiro is currently passed out in the back seat of the staff car, would you mind taking him to our quirk specialist? I already texted you her address...I’ll need to meet you back at the school right away.” Midnight nodded, looking up at All Might one more time with worry. "That stubborn goat...he's supposed to be retired." Se thought, walking back to the staff car.

Nezu approached Toshinori, smiling gently. “Hello Yagi..."

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He was sitting in what appeared to be a a waiting room, with other children passed out all around him. Yagi was unfamiliar with any of them, or even where he was. He was the eldest of the other four in the room...well, three now as he watched a nice looking lady lead the boy that had been passed out on the floor out of the building. He had heard the boy's name, "shouta". There was something so familiar about that name.

Yagi was too tired to think about it, his eyes closing from exhaustion.

There was a gentle tap on his shoulder, and his eyes met a gentle face. She was wearing a hero costume, and her hair was a mess. Most of the heroes attacked that night were being monitored by early quirk development specialists, essentially workers who had studied and trained to handle working with children with still developing quirks. With the rise of quirks that were becoming more powerful with each generation, it was becoming a popular profession and held in the same regard as child workers, Educational Assistants, and teachers. Most public schools had at least two or three on hand, but this...this was a special case.

"He is at his most vulnerable...he's only just retired, we don't think the media discovered that he was part of the attack but we cannot take any chances!" Nezu had insisted. "If the wrong people find out that All Might has been reduced to this there is no telling what could happen."

Yagi turned his tired gaze up to (x), he yawned. "Mrs. (L/N)?" He asked, "Why are you dressed like that...aren't you a bank teller?" Yagi mumbled. (x) couldn't help but chuckle, she supposed that she did resemble her mother a bit.

"It seems his memory is still pretty good..." She thought. "Well Yagi, I had a costume party to attend to with work, but I was heading home...did you want to come with me?" Yagi nodded, taking her hand. (x) didn't know how to feel, did this even count as lying? If she tried to explain everything that would probably just confuse him, and scare him even more. She looked in the rearview mirror, as Yagi slept in the backseat to her car. It really had been almost a lifetime ago since she had last seen him like this, his face unburdened and free. They would chase frogs along the rivers, and come home with handfuls of snails. As she tucked him into bed, and closed the door one thought was stuck on repeat. "I won't let anyone hurt you Yagi..." She clenched her fist. "I promise..."

"Excuse me, Mrs. (L/N)... where is (x)?" The morning had come warm, bright, and sunny. She had honestly forgotten how soft spoken and polite he had been as a child. Bright blue eyes hidden behind that mess of long blond hair.

"(x) is back home, I'm house sitting for my sister at the moment." She gently explained, seeing Yagi nod, and not even question her words...the conflicted guilt continued. She was unsure how long she could keep this up.

Keeping him entertained was thankfully easy, as a child his favorite place had always been the library, sitting in squashy bean bag chairs to read his favorite picture books. "And when the prince found the Sleeping beauty in her tower...he found the sight of her, alone in her chambers so sad and beautiful that he thought to depart from her with a kiss." (x) blew a raspberry on Yagi's cheek. His giggles were so loud, they found themselves outside the library with the book in hand and stern librarian closing the door behind. (x) sighed. "Nothing for it I suppose...it was getting close to closing time anyway..." Yagi shrugged.

"Yeah...but could we read the story before bed?" He asked. (X) nodded with a gentle smile. Bedtime...how long would this last anyway? She held his hand tight, her mind wandering as they walked home. As glad as she was to see her friend so bright, she missed him...the him she had grown old with, their memories and history...what if he didn't change back?

"Excuse me miss?" She turned, her hand still gripping onto Yagi's tightly. A tall man stood, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. "I could use some help, I seem to be a bit lost..." He smiled, approaching slowly. "I came in from Saitama; my brother lives here in Musutafu." (x) stared him down. She didn't trust him. "Well, there is the transit train station about two blocks from here that way." She gestured down the street. "You should be able to find a map, and if you have a working cell phone you could call your brother and have him send you the address."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind..." An arm suddenly hit her square in the back, catching her by surprise. She let go of Yagi's ahand and her blood ran cold.

"MISS (L/N)!" Her head whipped around as the man asking for directions grabbed her by the arm. She could see another individual, seemingly they had snuck in from behind to hit her and they had grabbed him.

"TOSHINORI!" She screamed, her other arm restrained as the kidnapper made for a waiting car.

"So, the rumours were right, he really was turned into a helpless little brat just like the others...I know a lot of people who would pay big bucks to bring the retired golden boy to safety, thanks for delivering the package hag." (X) snarled, her eyes flashing with rage as the car sped off.

"You haven't done your homework... DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM YOU SCUM!?" With a roar she broke from the assailant's hold. All he saw were stars and a flash of golden light as her fist collided with his face. She didn't even bother to take the time to see his body fall to the ground before she was off like a shot. She had a simple power up type quirk, nothing to write home about but she was not one to be reckoned with. "White...the car was white, blocked out windows..." They would be speeding. Her heart was racing as she screamed into her communicator, a direct line to the Fat Office hero agency. " This is (H/N) I was ambushed! Golden Eagle was taken! I repeat, Golden Eagle has been taken, I am in pursuit!" Her eyes caught a vehicle, a white car diving into a back street. "I HAVE VISUAL! Locking in my coordinates, send reinforcements as soon as you can!"

In the car, Yagi was shaking. His attacker was still holding him with an iron grip. "Dammit...that old hag is still after us!" Yagi craned his neck, his eyes wide as he looked out the back window. There she was, surrounded in gold and scarlet flames like a comet. "I guess the boss couldn't take her...dammit I thought they hired some daycare bitch like they did for the others! Not a pro!" Yagi's eyes flashed with anger at the insult.

"How dare they! (X) is an amazing hero, she's..." He froze, looking back. "(X)...that's (X)! Wait...why am I..." He looked down at his hands that suddenly felt too small. Yagi looked up as one of the other men in the car grabbed a huge looking gun.

"Doesn't matter, I'll take care of this!" Yagi watched in horror, covering his ears as it went off. His screams were drowned as the back window was broken, bullets raining down on (x).

"NO! (X) LOOK OUT!" She was too late, two of the bullet piercing her shoulders and making her fall to the ground, sliding painfully across the pavement. Yagi was shaking, tears rolling down his eyes. "YOU MONSTERS!" He screamed, he was met with laughter as one of them picked him up by the hair.

"Pipe down you brat!" They screamed into his face, throwing him to the floor of the car. He sobbed, his head aching where they had pulled as he felt the rumble of the car underneath. There had to be something he could do, there had to be. He was surrounded by smoke.

"Please...one last bit of strength..." was his last thought before the attacker's found themselves met with blue eyes that glowed like headlights, his memories flooding back as he towered over them. "One hit...I have one hit, make it count!" All Might, fully grown and already steaming as he strained to get in that one hit leaped to the front seat, crushing the steering wheel in one punch before falling to his knees.

(x) looked up, shaking as she watched in horror. The car swerved violently to the left, turning sideways. "YAGI! NO, YAGI!" She screamed, limping as she ran towards the vehicle, and overhead searchlights splashed over the scene like beacons as police sirens closed in. She froze, a figure climbing out of the window on the other side. He was frail looking, and thin with familiar golden hair. "Yagi...that's him!" Relief washed over as she tried to pick up the pace. With a wince she tripped, falling over onto the pavement once more.

"(x)! Hold on, don't strain yourself!" He coughed, turning his face as spat blood to the ground. "Could the say the same for myself I guess..." He cursed, kneeling beside her as the police inspected the vehicle, pulling out three unconscious but still very much alive men. (X) Cradled her arm, the blood from the two bullet wounds staining her clothes. "Shit...can we get some paramedics over here!?" Toshinori shouted, helping her sit up.

"You're here..." She took his hand, leaning against him as he held the back of her head with a small chuckle and a firm squeeze of her hand.

"Yeah...I'm here."

Author's Note:

OKAY that finally concludes the hit by a quirk series, with this out of the way I am looking forward to focusing on my other fic ideas! However, I am always open to ideas and suggestions! I also will be doing an announcement on some possible changes to the blog to expand our options outside of just My Hero.

#all might #allmight x reader #bnha #mha #female reader #bnha fanfiction #anime

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years

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Hey bestie!!! 👋

Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?

Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."

a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt

|remember to leave feedback and i love all you heathens|

‘Chains’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

^with their feud heating up, max decided to take assuming cheap shots at michael and reader’s sex life^

- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (sir) *ooh cheeky switch up*, dom/sub dynamics, hella subspace, mild slapping, degradation/praise, squirting, use of flogger (on body and coochie; taking things literal, aint we donna?), return of ‘puppy’, the fucking word for “good tears” (help me out what is it), sweet af aftercare - shawn spears (ronnie), max being a cunt - recycling the title of ‘the vixen’, this series isnt really timelined, just reusing things; also im takin matters into my own hands - thanks to @unusual-tomorrxw for assistance

3rd Person POV:

Another week, more bullshit from Max. Him and Y/N were once close, some would call them best friends. This week, they had their bogus contract signing; just more nonsense to delay Michael beating the shit out of him. Y/N was in gorilla with her boyfriend and the poor guys stuck bringing him out. She had tried to convince them that if this had to happen, let her take him out. But no, Max had to have these poor souls do it. One of the jobbers said it was time to go so she kissed Michael and he was gone.

Max had been spewing the same stuff he’s been for the past few weeks and Y/N decided she’d go out there. Suddenly, ‘Roundtable Rival’ by Lindsey Stirling blared through the arena and The Vixen went out. Pink heel boots, plaid black skirt and one of her boyfriend’s merch shirt; ready to stand by him. She got up the steps at ringside and Ronnie tried to stop her, “Don’t even try it.” she spat. She walked past Max, making sure to bump his shoulder, and went over to Michael. She picked up the mic that was in front of him, “Don’t let me interrupt boys, you were saying?” she was passive aggressive in her words. Michael had tried to reach for her hand and of course Max had to comment, “Wardlow, you think those handcuffs are an obstruction for you but ah, I thought you’d be used to them by now. Considering how whipped you are for that little lady standing next to you.” “Max, you better shut up while you’re still living-” He knew he struck a nerve. “What? With those wine-stained lips, she’s nothing but trouble. Why not tell the great people of Long Island that you aren’t the sweet, wholesome couple you claim to be? That you two really like some rou-” She grabbed him by the collar, ready to clobber him. “Stop. Talking.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. Max gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together “Who knew this sweet thing was such a whore-” In a second, Michael was on his feet but Y/N had put her arm out to stop him. “Looks like he really is a bitch for you.” Her fist connected with his jaw and she got him to the ground, putting him in a chinlock. He was slamming the canvas in a tap out as they were both screaming, “Who’s the bitch now Max?! Why you gotta do me wrong?” She was pulled off him and brought back to the locker room.

Once she was alone, she broke down. Embarrassed was an understatement. Her family watched the show and now she was worried they would view her and the man her parents called their son differently. She heard the door knob turning and quickly dried her tears. “Baby? Are you okay?” Michael’s soft voice tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you’re not.” His hands cupped her cheeks. The two spent time talking about what had happened. “Michael, can we go back to the hotel and you show me who’s really in charge?” she asked meekly, without looking up at him. His thumb tugged at her bottom lip gently, “You know how to ask for what you want.” he stated in a low tone. “Please Sir?” “Louder.” he growled. Her voice raised a bit with a hint of whining behind it, “Please Sir!” “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

~at the hotel~

He had her naked on the bed with her hand cuffed to it. He knew she was still in a state so he was easy with her until she gave the word to do more. She savored the gentle, soft, slow touches along her body. Down her cheeks, kneading her breasts, down her tummy and sides. His hands landed on the plush skin of her thighs. She had given him permission to use their mini flogger tonight, one hand left her thigh to pick it up from beside her. “Are you sure you want it tonight? Say the word and I’ll stop, baby.” “I want it Sir.” He started on her thighs building up how hard he was whipping her, letting her warm up. When he started hitting harder, she bucked her hips up so he landed one hit to her glistening heat; earning a sweet, strangled moan. “You like that, don’t you puppy?” Her brain was already going numb from the use of the flogger alone. Once there were enough light red drags on her gorgeous skin, he stopped and ran his hands over the marks to sooth them. His fingers circled her slit as she whimpered. “You know, Max may think I’m the one who’s whipped. But here you are, cuffed to the bed for me to do whatever I please, letting me decorate your skin with this whip.” His voice is low and authoritative. “You’ve been getting involved in this little feud too often now. Maybe I should cuff you to the bed and leave you there until I get back from the shows. That way you’ll stay out of trouble.” The combination of his hand on her pussy and his filthy words were sending her into a deeper headspace; she didn’t even notice his lips attaching to her clit until she let out a cry. “C’mon, you can take it.” he mocked. Michael held her hips down, his grip enough to leave soft bruises. The lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at her dripping and aching cunt that had the familiar bubbling feeling make its approach. He knows this woman’s body inside and out, so he spoke up, “Cum.” The single word had that knot undone in seconds. Did he stop? No. Not when he was on a mission to rid her mind of the events that took place a few hours ago. When she tried to close her thighs around his head, he pulled away and grabbed the flogger again. He landed a few more blows to her pussy and her thighs until he noticed tears. “Color?” “Green!” she said quickly. Though she said ‘green’, he ceased the whipping and put the toy down. Her hips jolted when he cupped her heat again. “You’re gonna cum for me again, then you’ll get my cock puppy. Got it?” She nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir.” Starting with two fingers, he pumped in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging against her most sensitive spots within her. Another finger was added as his other hand groped at her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples. Y/N shivered and came on his fingers. His movements only slowed as she rode out her high. When she was down, he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers.

Ridding himself of his remaining clothes, he stared down at his lover. Soft, submissive, sweet Y/N; all his. When they first started exploring this aspect of their relationship, let’s just say noise complaints were common. That’s how Max knew what they were up to. Thin hotel room walls and nosy stable-mates. He watched as she desperately started grinding her hips against nothing. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit and slowly pushed in. Her tight cunt welcomed him in greedily, the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her squeezing around him. “You are doing so good for me. Always a good girl for me.” She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the need to claw at his shoulders and back or tug at his hair; just the need to touch him. “Sir~” His eyes met hers, “What puppy?” She struggled to form the words so she gave him one. “Harder.” The word left her lips and he immediately threw her legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, and thrusted into her harder and faster. She tried to get out of her restraints but he only laughed, “Trying to break the chains?” Her whimper was only adding fuel to the fire as he fucked into her harder.

After pulling two more orgasms from her body, she was completely dazed. Her brain couldn’t form a full thought so when she spoke, it was just babbles and incoherent mumbles. With her legs still on his broad shoulders, he saw the outline of his cock bulging in her tummy. He gripped her hair to make her look down, “See how deep I am babygirl?” The sight was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but the words wouldn’t come out, he slowed his pace slightly. His hand went up to gently smack her cheek to break her daze, “C’mon puppy. Be a good girl, use your words. Tell me what you want.” She struggled once more. “Aww, did I fuck all the manners out of you? Does my dumb little puppy want to cum?” She nodded as more tears fell. He got close to her ear and told her “I can feel you. Do it.” It felt different this time, “That’s it; make a fucking mess.” The idea that she was so fucked dumb that she squirted for the first time only made him pound into her faster, chasing his own release. She felt him throb inside of her and then felt him paint her walls white. Her eyes fluttered shut as she was so spent, letting out a weak “Sir~” He tapped her tear-stained cheeks lightly, “Hey, hey; it’s okay. Baby, it’s me; it’s Michael. No more Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled out of her and felt their cum spill out of her used hole. As soon as he undid the cuffs, her arms wrapped around him like a koala. “Can you let go of me for one moment so I can run you a bath?” he asked gently. Y/N let go and he gave her a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom.

When he came back, he scooped her up and she immediately clung onto him. Before he could put her in the tub, one word left her lips: “Join.” When she got to this state, her speech was limited. Michael set her in the tub and got in behind her, pulling her back against his chest. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her tummy; trying to bring her back to normal.

“You were so good for me, puppy.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“You took everything so well, princess.”

“I love you so much.”

She listened to his voice and turned her head to face him. Still a little faded, but cohesive enough to form a sentence. “Maybe being ‘whipped’ isn’t so bad.” He smirked at her statement, “You have no idea, sweet girl. You got me in chains; but, I wouldn’t change this love.”

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blacksupremacy86 · 1 year

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Toxic Love

This will be my last story for a while I guess because I lost the spark for writing at the moment and I will focus on my other project for the foreseeable future.

I never thought I would be the type of guy who would be someone to be admired of have any fans yet at signing at this years San Diego Comic Con I met him.

Nor did I expect him to even shake my hand with such conviction he took my autograph firmly with a bright smile with his friends I am in love.

I offer him and his friends a private showing of an episode for next season they jump at it willingly knowing about the seeds I planted in its.

Brenton can’t move himself lost in to the sea of the smith crowd he leans forward staring in to the fray the man is completely under my power.

Brenton’s mind falling deeper in to the spiral I am in awe at the ability of it to ensnare the whole area including Brenton, and his hot friends.

The announcer stands still emotionless with the microphone in his hand to his side I tap his shoulder letting it land in my hand and grab on to it.

I crack up with a sexy smile overtaking my face I can’t help it turning to the edge of the crowd I lift the microphone to my lips letting them curl up a bit.

I begin to instruct them a bit at a time guiding their eyes with my hand from me back to the spiral their pupils grow in size and populating with color.

“Good bois!” I say causing cocks to stir as Thor imagine copulates their minds.

“Watch carefully! There will be questions and answer section after.”

“Wooohoooo!”

“Begin Now!”

“Yyyyyeeeessssss!”

“Wwwwoooooohhhhhhooooohhhoooo”

“Everyone check out the spiral”

“The spiral”

“Obeying is pleasure and pleasure is obedience “

“Repeat and obey”

“Follow the color scheme back to me”

“Follow the light”

“I am your light”

“Brenton stand up “

“YES”

“Give Him A Mic”

“Yes sir”

“Pledge yourself to me”

“I pledge gong whole mind, heart and soul to you”

“Exit the isle that’s it, down the carpet to the stage.”

“Walk up the steps”

“Meet me at the top “

“Who am I?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Kneel at my feet and look in my eyes “

“Yes Master”

“Stand up and kiss me”

“Mmmmmm”

“Picture yourself on a private island with just me and you.”

“The two of us alone, you are so protective of me.”

“Yyyyeeeesssss”

“I will protect you “

“Imagine that perfectly buff and toned body “

“My body is yours”

“You are born to serve me”

“Born to serve you “

“Your life revolves around me “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“You are a tough guy”

“My bodyguard “

“Your tough guy”

“Your bodyguard “

“Will you be my guard?”

“I am your bodyguard”

“Will you protect me?”

“Yes Master”

“You wear only white tee shirts”

“White tee shirts…yes”

“Tight jeans”

“Mmmmm”

“Carry gun”

“Get super built”

“Keep you safe”

“You hate guns but will if need be”

“Exactly we both hate guns”

The end

#brenton thwaites #hypnosis #spiral #mind corruption #mind control #bodyguard #obsessed fan #no.1 fan

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count-alucard-tepes · 11 months

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*taps mic* Is this thing on? Okay. I am working with horses and am wondering the lovely daddies’ reaction to their S/O’s pretty much saying “Hey i work with 1,200 pound animals moving you wont be a problem.” If said S/O is frustrated then and the daddies are in their way. Also it could go the wholesome route with the two of then interacting with these gorgeous animals.

By the way I hope you’re okay and having a great time on vacation. Reading your scenarios just makes me day a little better!~ Keep up the great work!

I feel like all my hotties are too big for a horse anyway and some of them pretty much dislike the animal😂

“Well, aren’t you a rude one today…”:

Sir Crocodile 🐊, Kizaru✨, Ryokugyu🌱, Izou🔫🔫, Marco🦅, Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

“…fine…I’ll move”:

Akainu🌋, Fujitora 🐆, Killer🔪, King👑, Benn Beckman🔫, Buggy🤡, Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Refuses to move:

Doflamingo Donquixote🦩, Kaido🐉, Queen👑, Oven Charlotte 🍞

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fvriva · 17 days

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*gets real close to the mic* Yeah can I get the uhhhhhh

Ida?

(Exordium specifically)

for you, sir, it's on the house.

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Ida Sicari's name is derived from the Latin name for a type of recluse spider, Sicariidae. Fitting for a rogue/assassin-type themed after a spider.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

It's hard to say because I haven't totally nailed down elven aging yet, but she's young, Thrandy's age. He's 13, so let's call Ida 14.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

She's got a little crush on the royal she's charged with protecting, Elthrandor Sessamine. Her crush on them WILL cause problems in the future with her family.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Tough one because I haven't decided on the cuisine in Exordium yet. Post-curse, she develops all kinds of allergies to things she used to love eating, so she's not really vibing regardless. However, the food she misses the most is a very garlicky, vinegary, roast chicken with chili paste and honey.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

She's currently a royal bodyguard in a shambling kingdom. She's facing a lot of pressure from her crime family to betray her charge currently. In a modern au, Ida would probably find herself in a businesslike setting doing something unassuming, like accountant work.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

She likes racy literature, secretly. She can't read (it's a very rare skill in Musaphia) but she's got a secret stash of smutty audiobooks. She does lots of knife tricks and acrobatics to stay sharp. She also enjoys collecting musical lamaellograms and instruments (these she keeps in her room in the palace mostly), though she doesn't know how to play any of them.

🎯 -What do they do best?

Ida's observant, and possesses a healthy degree of skepticism. She's a competent fighter and very stealthy.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

She hates having anything to do with her family. They're annoying, don't respect her boundaries, and are always trying to get her to do dangerous, illegal, and morally suspect things. She also rather dislikes being out in unknown territory and other places where she's on unsure footing. Ida genuinely loves being near Thrandy and the other Sessamines, though, and wholeheartedly cares for them.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Uhh. Well, I feel like it probably would be something with Thrandy. Maybe she was in Thrandy's room listening to her play something on an instrument, giggling and laughing and eating snacks.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

I haven't fully fleshed it out yet, but I can imagine something akin to the nightmare she's given when she touches the cursed dagger of her brother, Goliath, morphing into some manner of monstrous creature as he tightened his grip on her. Shortly before U'tlunt'a was trapped by the Creature in the time loop, she was probably threatened by him in a similar way.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Ida's very first design was in an rp between @the-goblin-cat as Elthrandor and myself as a vampire version of Ida, wearing a very frilly school uniform. She still has the mask, mutated mouth, hair, and overall demeanor, but she's been dressed in clothing better for Musaphia and has a deeper purple skintone now.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

My single biggest inspiration was Rayne from the Webtoon Homesick, but this is pure vibes. There's also a particular brand of body horror I'm trying to tap into with her involving an unassuming girlish frame and a monstrous face for contrast. I can't think of any specific entries of it just now.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

I think she could be at home in a horror story, or a horror-slice of life. She doesn't HAVE to be an elf as she wasn't one originally, but she's currently kind of living in a dark fantasy.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Ida's a cis girl, and I don't know if she would know too much about her sexuality just yet because she's rather young, but Thrandy is genderfluid, so whatever that is, that's what she is.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

Ida is the family baby. She has 7 siblings, all members of the a gang that peddles a drug made from concentrated moonblood resin. They're all named after members of the Sicarius family of spiders.

The oldest is her brother Goliath and he's the kingpin of the group and a real bully.

Then there's her brother Valletano, who is disabled, plays the violin, and helps cover for his siblings. Ida has a good relationship with him.

Next oldest is her only sister Fumoso, who manufactures the product. She's kinda fruity about it. Decrepit. Very mutated.

Her next oldest brother is Ornato, who does the finances.

Twin brothers Cariri and Yurensi are both dream magic enforcers. Cairiri is a talented dream mage where Yurensi trained Ida to be an assassin like him.

The youngest, Jeqi-Tenho is in charge of distribution. He's only 3 years older than Ida is.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Ida never met them. They died shortly after she was born in a convenient and very tragic accident. She was raised by her siblings, but understands that on reputation they were honorable guardsmen.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I think she looks very cool. I also am excited to do more spider mutation stuff with her. Simple needs with regards to Ida, really.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Not super often, though last year I did write a story about her and Thrandy seeking shelter in an ancient lighthouse in the middle of a desert.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I could, but I don't really know what I'm doing long-term with Exordium just yet.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Well, it was spiders...

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

I don't have one yet, but she's intended to be a foil for Nymra, Ellie's love interest in the Wickrath plot. I don't think they'd fight or anything though. They're both too awkward for that.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since 2021! 3 years now. Jeez.

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

I suppose I was 21. Right as I started going back to school again if I'm not mistaken.

send me a character + an emoji (or order the WHOLE HOG)

#answered ask #the-goblin-cat #chesca.oc #exordium

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i-am-hoo-iyam · 8 months

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Iiiii never ever post snd nobody even looks at my shit. But i made fizzaroli sick from sugar

Making fizaroonie sit still

“HEY HEY HEY! Who’s this your meeting with?” Ozzie shoed fizz out his office door. “Someone important. Can I have five minutes please?” Fizz huffed. “I’m goin out shopping. That way I can buy all the things I added to the list but you won’t get me.” Ozz wasn’t paying attention as he was focused on the person. “Don’t you dare leave without an escort. Hiii sorry he’s a handful sometimes. Now what were you saying?”

Fizz grabbed the nearest imp that worked for oz and ran out the door. He leapt in the car and the imp pushed him into the passenger seat. Hell would freeze over before fizz was allowed at the wheel. “Sighhhhh. Where to?” “THE MALL! NOW GUN IT!” “What about the much closer and smaller grocery store?” Fizz blew a raspberry. “That place is boring as fuck and I’m also banned from there for life. Butttttt if I got a disguise… sure why not! All I need is a disguise! Let’s fucking GO!”

While the imp drove, fizz rummaged around in the glove compartment. He pulled out a hoodie of Ozzie’s that said ‘I’m your daddy’. He put it on. He pulled the hood tight. “Perfect!”

Fizz burst into the room with five boxes of ‘hella bomb sugar flakes with dick shaped marshmallows!’ Two were already violently ripped apart and emptied. “Immmmm back!” “Yes sorry one moment. Ok did you remember the milk?” “Fuck the milk I got hot flats!(hells pop tarts)!” “The only thing. The one thing in the list. And you got everything EXEPT MILK, THE ONE THING ON THE LIST”. His neck fur combusted again. “Shit I’m sorry boss! You know me at the store”. “Aren’t you banned from the store? Sorry I have to get back to my client”. “Can I hang out with you? I have nothing better to do and you’re a fun person!” Oz sighed. “Fine but sit still and BE QUIET” he turned back to the bird noble, who was chuckling.

Fizz tore up the last three boxes of cereal very loudly and then started choking. He got on his hands and knees and coughed and coughed. Ozz sprang into action and squeezed him. The cereal spoon went flying. “What have I said about eating too fast”. He turned back to the bird.

Fizz pulled out a sex toy and pleasured himself. He pulled out a mic and started singing. “I’m fizzeroli! My money be rollin! Y’all be falling behind while I’m on the fucking STAGGEEEEE” “SHUTTHE FUCK UP. BE QUIET OR GET THE FUCK OUT”. “Ahem sorry sir I’ll practice my act later”.

Fizz pulled out a pad of paper. “Those lyrics suck anyways. Hmmm every inch of me is on fire… I’m your deepest desire… thst sounds more like a song for my boss. I’m sure oz will love it!” He scribbled away in the corner.

Sugar. SUGAR. SUGAR FUCKING RUSH. That’s what five boxes of cereal will do to you. Fizz shot straight up in the air and ran around the room. “HOO HOO HOOO HOO HOO HOO HOO! IM ON A FUCKING SUGAR HIGH, BITCHES”. He grabbed the naught candy bowl off Ozzie’s desk and ate it in one gulp. “HOO HOO HOO THIS SHIT IS REALLY FUCKED UP NOW, BITCHES”! Fizz climbed up Ozzie and balanced on his head. “I’m king of this FUCKING MOUNTAIN”. Ozzie bit his tongue to try and keep his temper in front of the client and tossed fizz out the door.

Ozz ignored the sound of furniture being torn up and his imps getting terrorized. Fizz burst back in. “Waaaa I don’t feel good” Ozz shoved him aside and ignored him. Fizz blew a raspberry and left.

Fizz came back and he wasn’t bouncing around. He gently tapped ozzys shoulder and ozzy shoved him away again. He tugged on Ozzie’s arm. “I need five minutes I’m wrapping up. Then I can play”. Fizz tugged harder. “Ozzzieeeee”. “I need FIVE MINUTES”. Fizz walked right in front of him looking angry and proceeded to projectile vomit all the sugar he ate across the room. And on Ozz. And the client.

Ozz picked up fizz and placed him outside of the office so he wouldn’t get hurt. He showed the disgruntled owl noble out the door and slammed it. There was a lot of yelling and things smashing. There was what sounded like a wall being punched out and things catching fire. There was a final yell and heavy breathing.

Oz stepped out of his office, all clean cuz he had a spare suit or he used demon magic or shit. “Hey fizz. You ok lil man? Honey? Where’d you go?” Fizz was in the corner of the room infront of another pile of puke. Fizz looked around and the room was empty. He picked up fizz who hugged him tight. “Aw fizz. I’m sorry baby. Cmere bby. I’m sorry.” He teleported to his bedroom and helped fizz clean up and get dressed in his favorite ‘hell doggy’ onsie. “Hey snf Ozz?” “Yes baby?” “Can we do that again sometime? Thst was so much fucking fun!”

#helluva boss #robo fizz #fizzarolli #fizz x ozzie #helluva boss ozzie #helluva fanfiction #helluva fandom

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sleepy-achilles · 2 months

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This doesn't even get a title anymore because it's not even the fic I wanted to write.

It was supposed to be hall of fame extract to set up a cool quirky pained filled time travel fic, not a straight up Leon crying and confessing his love for the fans. It's 2:30am and my eyes are unfocused. Send help.

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"Ah I won't keep ya, I've already talked your ears off with my on induction. The one and only The Skeleton King, Leon Michaels!" Drew cheers as he points towards the state.

Leon takes a deep breath before stepping out. This was different from entering the ring to fight. He actually had to talk to these people. Now he understands why his father was so nervous.

He stands on the stage as the fans cheer and scream. He glances at his co-stars, clapping and whistling at him. Leon can't help but smile and move towards his family. He goes straight to his pa.

Shawn smiles with teary eyes and hugs Leon before cupping his face. "You did it. Lil Leon would be so proud of you." Shawn whispers, before kissing Leon's cheek. "Yeah.." Leon nods before hugging his siblings and father, he even hugs rhea and randy. He turns to see hunter. "Someone told me they wouldn't miss this for the world. Got here just in time" hunter states moving to the side. Leon's eyes widen at the man. Leon bows in thanks bit respects. "Thank you sir" he whispers. "Ah none of that shit kid" batista chuckles pulling the younger into a hug. "Youve done better than all of us. Congrats, you deserve this and more" dave murmurs as Leon hugs him back.

Leon pulls back and turns to see hunter, kane and Kevin stood there. "Well done kid." Kevin smiles hugging his favourite michaels. Leon can't help but smile and hug him back. He turns to kane. Kane smirks and cocks his head. 'Make it a real tear jerker' kane signs. Leon chuckles. 'How much?' '50, 100 for hunter, 150 if you make takes cry' he signs back. 'Deal' Leon responds before hugging the man.

He turns to hunter. "Congrats Lee. You deserve it-" Leon cuts him off by hugging him. Hunters eyes widen and water immediately. "Thank you for everything uncle hunter" Leon whispers. And boy thats an easy 100. Kane rolls his eyes as hunter cries. "Go you bastard" hunter mutters squeezing Leon before letting him go.

Leon winks at kane before making his way to the ring.

His smile wide as his eyes meet drews.

"You look beautiful darling" Leon hums, taking drews hand and kissing it. "You told me that when introducing me" drew chuckles pulling Leon up. "Can't blame me for wanting to remind you" Leon smiles. "Mmm we got a busy night tonight. So try not wear yourself out" drew smirks taking Leon's chin into his hand and pulling the man into a kiss. Leon chuckles and pats drews chest. "Celebration gonna be bigger when they induct us together?" "Guess we'll have to wait till next year" drew smirks turning them so Leon's in the centre. "Guess we will" "Good luck Lee. You deserve this." Drew smiles. "Thank you." "And you look gorgeous" drew adds before walking away.

Leon turns to the podium. He looks around as the fans continue to chant for him. He looks to the side to see drew stood by the barrier, clapping. It makes him smile that drew didn't leave his side. Leon? Leon sat on the floor just outside of the camera view. He can't wait to open twitter and see the mean comparisons of the two.

He adjusts the mic and looks at the towel on the podium.

"Thank you." He speaks softly. He clears his throat and the chanting and screaming stops. He nods and glances at the crowd.

He rests his hands on the podium before straightening his back. "Guess I should get the basics out there." He hums, his fingers tapping. Cutting a promo was way too different than this shit. A promo was the skeleton King, the hall of fame speech? That is Leon Thomas Mcintyre-Michaels. And that scares Leon. He has no idea where this could go.

"I guess I'd like to thank my shitty childhood" he jokes getting some chuckles. "And the wwe universe. In that order." He smirks. "Also my fathers, Shawn Michaels and the undertaker, for being forced to put me into this life but for making it enjoyable for me. Uncle kev for helping me. John and cassie for being some of the few people to team up with me for more than a month. Dave Bautista for being so damn cool." Leon rambles. "Uncle Scott, auntie chyna for being such a big part of my life. Thank you both. I'm sorry you cannot be here tonight." He states looking up. He glances at drew. "And for my dear husband and tag team partner. Thank you for sticking by me, motivating me, pushing me, no matter how rude or horrible I was to you. I really do not deserve you" Leon thanks. Drew shakes his head. "I love you." "I love you."

"I um. I could tell you what you already know, the skeleton King. My whole life has been on camera...or I could tell you about, about Leon Thomas Mcintyre-Michaels. The boy behind the mask." Leon hesitates as he reaches for the towel. Is he about to do this? God vince would hate that.

The arena is dead silent as he lifts the towel, wetting it with the water bottle and scrubs at his face. Gasps break out into cheers as he drops the towel revealing his bare face. Freckles, scar, tan.

"I didnt have many friends growing up. I guess I thought being the ministry's child would make me popular. It didn't. I had my two friends, who are still mg friends now, Matthew Gomez and Valentina Addams. I uh..I had a stutter so I didn't really speak until the age of 16..t..the time I got this" Leon points at his face.

Drew watches as Leon keeps his eyes down and he begins to ramble.

"I was scared to speak half the time. I didn't get good grades like John or cass. I struggled to concentrate in school, I couldn't get into college. Didn't have any girlfriends or boyfriends and I don't think I'm very funny." His voice breaks at the end. "I became a rebel. Acting out, causing my parents, siblings pain. I got tattoos, piercings just to annoy my parents, my dad. I screamed, shouted at my dad until the sun rose. Broke things, stole things. Hurt people. I mean I only tag teamed with drew because I knew it'd upset my father. I was so cruel to drew to begin with and yet he always..always looked the other way and gave me a second chance at life...like I deserved that." He looks up. "I guess what I'm trying to say is..do I deserve this kind of love?" He whispers.

Drews eyes widen.

"I used to think that" he chuckles lowering his gaze as the fans cheer. "I am still not sure why people, why you lot, like me" Leon admits. He sucks in his lower lip as he tries to regain himself. He makes a quiet popping noise as he looks up. "Why do you like me?" He asks. He stands back as they all cheer and scream his name. "We love you!" A fan at the front yells. Leon's eyes land on them and the fan smiles brightly. Leon's eyes land on the scottish warrior and skeleton King tshirt he's wearing.

He steps back to the podium. "I will work harder, so that I will remind you of love." He keeps his eyes on the young fan. "I will work with all my energy, so that you can be proud of me. I'll do my best." He promises. He glances up. He says something that shocks himself and his family.

Something a fresh face solo skelly would never.

"I want you to be happy because of me. Thank you WWE Universe. I love you" Leon bows his head in respect as the applause starts. Drew smiles and claps. Shawn can't help but stand and applaud, his boy has grown so much.

Leon stands back as the applause starts. He takes it in and slowly turns to look at his coworkers stood clapping.

Once it dies down he steps forward.

"Those people up there, are some of the best men and women in this business. I have never been thankful for better people to have working with me. They've worked so hard." Leon states. "I know I barely took time to care for myself, never mind care for them. And I.. I will always be sorry for that. I neglected a lot of the responsibilities that were given to me by my father, by the wwe and those stars up there." Leon explains. "And as i watched my introduction video. I think about how hard ive worked and pushed myself and ask why. Why did I work so hard?" Leon asks. "I look back and take it as a chance to reflect, to improve. All the toxic habits and behaviours. The incidents we faced, i faced." Leon continues.

He bites his lip before continuing. "I sometimes found myself feeling stupid for worrying about you lot in those times. When my face accident happened I remembered crying to my papa about how the fans will be let down. How you will miss out on a match or a promo because of what happened. I often find myself worrying about you guys. And those guys up there. Who will miss a career making match because I messed up and now can't be there? Who will lose fan attention because they couldn't pull one on me in a promo?" Leon states. "When I look at it now, it feels like it's because of how much you have cared for us. Yeah we get haters but the fans make it more worth it. The times people have written articles and novels on the mistreatment some of us faced. How you want to make sure no other child like me and dom are tricked and forced into spotlight at a young age. How you want the women to be treated like the men. You care so much for us and part of me feels like when we hurt you guys hurt more." Leon's voice begins to weaken.

"I guess I just don't ever want to part from you guys." He admits. "Weve worked so hard to get here. To get this position tonight." Leon whispers looking at drew.

He turns back to the fans. That's when it hits him. How hard it was to get here. The abuse. The push. How tired he actually is. He takes the mic into his hand. "We really worked hard and.." his voice cracks as his eyes fill with tears. "We worked hard." He breaks. He lowers his head.

Drew is immediately by his side, hand rested on his back. "We worked hard." Leon repeats as drew rubs his back. Drew smiles as the others come to join. Shawn keeps the elders back. "This is for them. Not us." Shawn states. Kevin nods in agreement. This was for that generation. The generation that had to try so hard to improve something great with harder limitations. To grow in the middle of the social media attacks. It wasn't easy and it never will be.

"We all worked so hard to debut in this ring" Leon whimpers. "All we did was work" Leon lowers himself as he begins to cry. Drew kneels with him, along with Cody and Alexa. "Your doing so well" drew whispers to him. John and randy move the podium so the girls can sit around Leon as the guys stand and kneel behind him. "There were so many obstacles. We always hoped it'd be simple and easy and that we could show you that" Leon sniffs and he hides his eyes in his arm. "But everytime we ran into something. Media, haters, rival companies" Leon whimpers as drew rests his head against Leon's.

"It was hard." Leon sobs. "It was too hard." Roman grabs a towel and kneels next to drew. "It wasn't just difficult for me. But for everyone. Everyone of us." Leon sniffs. "Its alright." Drew whispers as he watches Leon's tears stain the matt. "So...please...please don't go anywhere" Leon whispers. Drew chuckles and raises his head. "WWE Universe isn't going anywhere! Are you?" Drew calls. "No!" The fans yell. "They won't go" cody smiles ruffling Leon's hair. "Where would they go huh? They belong here" Randy chuckles. "You have to stay" Leon cries. "Ill work even harder, I promise. We will be the wwe superstars that makes you proud. Please" Leon pleads, lowering his mic.

Taker smiles softly as tears roll down his cheeks. "Kids good gotta give him that" Kevin hums as kane hands him 400 dollars with a frown. "He lasted a lot longer than most did." Taker huffs wiping his eyes. "He carried too much for them. And now? Now he's sharing with the world how much he carried to make this business work how tired he is." Hunter hums watching the stars form a really awkward group hug. "No hall of fame will beat this now. Future ones are screwed aye?" Shawn jokes getting some laughs. Taker nods. "Hes there lockeroom leader. No-one was ever beating him" Taker states. "A great leader too. Well nearly as great as ours." Rey teases. Taker rolls his eyes. "Shoulda broke down at mine." Taker huffs. "Nah I liked the lecture you gave. Adds to this. Shows the two sides of being a leader" Shawn smiles.

Taker watches as roman wipes Leon's face for him. "Yeah it does."

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WTF HAPPENED

This was supposed to be time travel fic

Yeah it was supposed to be sad

But the hall of fame was gonna have Leon make some shitty jokes about his childhood and then some of the stars were gonna go back and experience it and be real tripped out when they got back.

Guess I got carried away with showing Leon's emotions but also implanting him as a lockeroom leader and how sorry he is for not stepping up when the guys needed him.

Leon looks back at the camera. "I just want to state my shitty childhood had nothing to do with my parents. They are the best parents a kid can ask for. There's just somethings a parent cannot control aye?" Leon disclaims. "Just remembered twitter exist and they love to throw a michaels under a bus. Not giving yall a bone tonight." Leon huffs.

NOW I NEED TO WRITE MY TIME TRAVEL ONE TOMORROW AND HOPE I REMEMBER IT ALL 😭😖

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #drew mcintyre #triple h #fuck tagging them all tonight #if they aint on my first appearing tags they aint getting the tag #too tried for this shit

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junipernight · 11 months

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First Impressions/Foreign Tongue

Chapter 6: Hanasemasen

Summary: There's trouble... in Tokyo.

“Toky-whoa!” Beast Boy exclaimed as soon as the black energy surrounding them dissipated.

Raven had teleported the Titans directly onto a busy sidewalk in downtown Tokyo, and colorful lights and interesting aromas barraged them from all sides. Skyscrapers stretched to the cosmos above them, and on the street, a stream of cyclists whizzed past. More than a few people had stopped to stare at the Titans sudden appearance, and a couple had taken out cell phones.

Starfire and Cyborg were staring this way and that like a pair of owls, and Beast Boy had whipped out a second disposable camera, but Robin still had his nose buried in a guidebook.

“So, where to now?” Raven asked him.

“The roughest part of town is in the Shinjuku district,” said Robin. “We'll start our search there.”

“Okay, which way is that?” Cyborg asked.

Robin scowled, and finally closed the book. “I don’t know. I can’t read the signs.”

Cyborg brightened, but before he could do anything, Beast Boy loudly proclaimed: “No problem-o, we’ll just ask for directions.”

He strolled up to an unsuspecting old man in a neatly pressed business suit and tapped his shoulder. The man folded up his newspaper and did a slight double take when he saw the green teen peering up at him.

“Um, hi. How do I get to Shinjuku?”

The man cleared his throat. “Ee. Sumimasen. Eigo ga wakaranain desu, tasukete wo rigari naru na.”

Beast Boy nodded attentively the whole time the man was speaking.

“Uh-huh...mmm-hmm...okay, thanks.”

The man tipped his hat, and Beast Boy nipped back to the group. “I… have no idea what he said,” he confessed.

Raven facepalmed.

Cyborg put an arm in front of BB. “Let me handle this.”

He walked up to the same man, then spoke into his arm. “Excuse me sir, can you tell us how to get to Shinjuku district?”

Cyborg’s arm beeped, and then a tinny version of his voice emerged from a hidden speaker: [Sumimasen, Shinjuku chiku e no ikikata o oshiete itadakemasen ka.]

The man’s eyes widened. He leaned forward and spoke hesitantly into Cyborg’s arm like it was a mic. “Kyoo mo kootsuu ruuru wo mamoru yo.”

[I will obey all the traffic laws.]

Cyborg sighed. “Doumo arigatou,” he said. The crosswalk light turned green then, and the businessman hurried away.

“My new technology might still need some tweaking…” Cyborg admitted.

“It is okay, friends!” Starfire proclaimed. “We have Raven to translate for us.” She smiled at Raven.

“Um, Star… I don’t speak Japanese.”

“You do not?” Star was taken aback. This had never happened before. “Oh…” she said. “Then I guess, I will be the translator.”

Raven was too embarrassed to notice the disappointment in Star’s voice.

Starfire looked around. There was an earthling boy with blue hair, more or less the same age as her friends, watching them from outside a cafe. She walked up to him.

“May I kiss you?” She asked, enunciating clearly.

The boy stared up at her with wide, starry eyes and gulped. Starfire could visibly see the gesture, because the boy had what Beast Boy called an “atoms apple” and it bobbed down and back up.

“Kiss kiss fall in love?” the boy asked breathily.

“No, just kiss,” Starfire said.

They stared at each other.

“Ou-kay,” said the boy.

Starfire leaned down and kissed him.

There was the familiar rush of a new language filling her lungs, but otherwise, it was not very pleasant. The taste of his mouth surprised her - it was tangy and salty. She’d grown to believe that all earthlings tasted like honey and green tea.

She pulled away.

[Please forgive me, I learn language through kissing. Could you tell me which way to Shinjuku district?]

The boy pointed. [That way.]

Starfire bowed. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do. “Doumo arigatou.”

“Daisuki.”

Starfire ignored that last comment and gestured to her team. “This way.”

She turned and started walking without checking to see if they would follow. She was eager to be away from the youth she had just kissed. The youth whom, she now realized, she hadn’t even asked for a name. It hadn’t been that bad of a kiss, really. It’s not like she had kissed Glgrdsklechhh. And yet, all nine of her stomachs were roiling all the same. She especially did not want to look at Raven right now. Would she be proud of her for remembering to ask permission first? Or would she be upset? Why did Starfire hope she would be upset?

Her thoughts were interrupted by screaming.

“Nigeru! Taihen da! Kaibutsu ga densen o kitteru zo!”

The people around them suddenly began to point and run.

What are they saying?” asked Raven. Her voice was smoothly monotone, giving nothing away.

Starfire cleared her throat. "They are saying… ‘Run! The monster is attacking the power lines!’"

Robin whipped out his bo staff. “Titans! Go!”

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Author's Note:

For plot related reasons, there are no English-speaking Japanese people or gaijin anywhere to be found lol. Also, for general readability, I am using romaji and English dialogue conventions for the Japanese dialogue. Also, Ouran High School Host Club is still popular right? Right?

#Starfire #Raven #Trouble in Tokyo #Teen Titans #TT #Teen Titans fanfic #StarRae #RaeStar #Raven x Starfire #Wlw #dc comics #Fanfiction #happy pride 🌈

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petitelepus · 2 years

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Knockouts daughter does another video on the dos and don'ts (aka doing a starscream) on taking care of a predacon

"So tell me, sir Predaking..." You smile at the huge Con and motion to the cameras and mics around you two, "Our viewers are dying to know about the Predacon heritage and-!"

You can hear tapping coming behind the glass and you immediately know it is Starscream there.

"Like I was saying, we would love to-!"

The tapping grows louder and more rapid until it's basically rapid knocking.

"Please excuse us Predaking, sir." You said politely and turned to look at the window where the sleek snake-of-a-Con was looking in pathetically.

"Go away Starscream!"

"Let me in!" He wailed, "People need to know how their precious Lord is doing!"

"You're no one's Lord expect the Lord of pain in my aft!" You shouted before turning to look at your guest apologetically. "I'm sorry your Highness. I don't actually know him, he was just a guest on my show once and-"

"Don't apologize for things you have no power or say in." Predaking nodded, "Would you like it if I disposed him?"

You smile. It was awfully kind of him to offer and you were about to turn him down, you really were, but the knocking turned into slamming and you turned to look straight at the camera.

"And next, our viewers are getting once in a lifetime chance to see how far the King of Predacons can throw an egoistic Con."

#scarletdragontiger #transformers #reader #tfp #transformers prime #starscream #predaking #predacon

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what-if-nct · 8 months

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hiiii today's reminder is a notes app list of observations/thoughts from the concert that I kept to say to you lol:

- xiaohenyang black on black dance break I sobbed

- the first VCR started with jungwoo and jeno and I thought they'd do Js first then it went to yuta and my brain said "mera juta hai japani" which is a line from an old Bollywood song meaning "my shoe is japanese" and it cracked me up too much to pay attention to the rest of the VCR

- about the from home stage: RENJUN MY BABY smiling when he made it through his famous voice crack part and all the members putting their mics up to him for the "and it starts from here our home" bit 😭😭😭

- new stages/songs i don't remember being performed before that I loved: Oasis (why does sm hate winwin's voice), kangaroo (i need a well shot performance vid), ok, pado (tho why would they call it pado and not wave bc my brain immediately read it as pedo and then it was a sexy song and I was Disturbed), call d (what does that even mean lol they're not even trying to hide the frat boyness anymore), and you specifically are gonna love bat and alley oop

- why were the mics so bad. why was the camera work so bad, esp in nct u songs where they clearly don't know which part is whose. also they were focusing wayyy too much on close-ups for choreo-heavy songs (rip nectar). also the random hour long delay in between wtf?? tho I did like wayv banter in the meanwhile, speaking of which

- WHY DID THEY CHANGE WAYV'S INTRO TO "TO THE WORLD THIS IS NCITY"?!!!!!!!! also they clearly just tossed wayv up there to buy time while they fix the sets, it was kinda hilarious. they're pushing winwin to act cute and winwin taps his in ear and says "give us more time" (as in the staff asking them to fill up more time before the performance) and they jumped on him with "you can have all the time you want to act cute baby" to which winwin tries to hide behind ten but he's a whole head taller than him lol

- baggy jeans is good and I'm sure it'll grow on me more, but the t7s unit reunion feels wasted on it. love love LOVE ten's rap verse tho

- songs i loved live but really missed the missing members (this is mostly taeil tho sungchan makes a couple of appearances): round& round, my everything, taeil's empty spot in good night broke my heart, misfit, the 90s love bit in resonance. i like that they didn't have anyone cover taeil in 127's songs tho because he really is the heart of their music to me

- conversely: why does winwin still have 0 lines in boss, why not give him you know who's verse??

- apparently the new 127 album will be the most 127-esque yet and should I be scared?

- so so so very few resonance era songs :(

- some beautiful people: chenle, winwin, ten's wayv outfit, jisung in his black outfit (is that allowed???), taeyong's little braids even though I'm not sure how to feel about this hair, KUN 😭, yuta being the only one without a shirt in resonance for some reason

- Kun, Doyoung, jeno and Chenle together in the end that's my husbands and our sons

Hiii!!!, I might be responding super super out of order.

Overall the missing members left a layer of pain the whole time but the members who covered for them did amazing, Yuta hitting taeil's high note my baby did so well. And Jisung too, speaking of, recently I have been fighting any attraction to Jisung back with a stick, but the past day I... Can no longer fight it like hello???? Sir?? Sir?? Also I really noticed how much he and Winwin look alike I used to think it was just their lips but its their cheeks and smiles too. Jisung still looks more like Taylor Swift though. Who is coming to Miami next year! I think it's an amphitheatre so might picnic in the parking lot. Anyway next!

I just wanna talk about how much of a cutie patootie sweetie pie Renjun is every time I see him I'm like heres the boy! and his little smile! His redemption. And just everyone clamoring to him and Winwin, the princes of NCT.

I really didn't want to spoil all of the new songs yet so I just skimmed over them. And I did allow a little more of Bat and you are so right but but I left some surprises and I'll go back after the album release. But Hendery!!!! That is all. Call D, I have so many questions but the sheer vibe of the song answers them. It's not an NCT album without a song covertly about sex. Baggy jeans from what I've heard so far, same I'm not completely sold on it but I didn't hear the whole song so who knows.

The production value was definitely lacking and they seemed confused about how to film it. At least Winwin had a few of you knows lines in Wayv's songs but I always say this but it's cause the first time was so hard but the Yixing vibes are so strong with Winwin, and I worry. SM if you appreciate Winwin and give him everything he needs he won't find it else where just give him more please. Give Wayv more!!! I am an exo-l who's seen a lot and I'm scared okay. I don't want history to repeat itself. Again!! Cause exo was history repeating itself the first time.

I think we should just be prepared for the next 127 album it could honestly be anything, genuinely anything. I think just go in open-minded and ready to hear them out.

And I just wanna add just Xiaojun Yangyang and Hendery, that's it Xiaojun Yangyang and Hendery just wow look at them also.

Ignore the text I don't agree with that, that's just the tiktok. I only okay you know what nevermind.

Also Yuta can *** ****** ** me

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sideofcalimary · 1 year

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Daily life

Izuku gestures wildly to Deadpool's twitter: He is a homicidal maniac!

Shoto opens his mouth

Izuku: NO I WILL NOT DATE HIM!

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Shoto: Izuku, I think Bakugo is trying to tell us something

Izuku lifts up his head and looks over at Katsuki who was currently a few tables away, glaring at him

Izuku: Why do you think that?

Shoto: he's been signing to us ever since I sat down

Izuku: .. but you don't know any sign language..?

Shoto: Shinso taught me some

Izuku: Really? That's great! What's Kacchan saying?

Shoto: He's just been repeatedly signing 'Birdie' whenever I look over

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Izuku taps his pen against his desk

A second after he stops, Katsuki taps his fingers against his own desk

Izuku starts tapping again after a second

Aizawa: I know that's Morse code. If you're going to cheat on this test at least be more quiet about it

Izuku: N-No sir we're not cheating!

Katsuki: Fuck you for thinking I NEED to cheat to pass this! We were talking shit about PretentiousPansy and his shitty new tie

Izuku: I never said it was bad!

Katsuki: Yeah I did cause it's shitty. A fucking shoelace would look better Izuku: Kacchan!

Monoma: HEY-

Aizawa: All of you shut up and continue your tests

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Deadpool pauses, peeking into izuku's room with a raise brow as he watched broccoli boy boy bobbing his head up and down muttering a song while he worked

He was about to come in and scare him but...

Izuku: ... I'll fix these broken things, repair your broken wings...

Izuku, taps his pen on his desk: And make sure everything's all right... it's alright, it's alright~

Deadpool held back his laugh as Izuku pushes himself away from his desk

Izuku: My pressure on your hips, I'm sinking my fingertips

Izuku stands, back facing away from Deadpool Izuku: To every inch of you, CAUSE I KNOW THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO!~

He uses his pen as a mic and started horribly dancing to the music of his earbuds: THIS LOVE HAS TAKEN ITS TOLL ON ME! SHE SAID GOODBYE, TOO MANY TIMES BEFO-OH-OOH-OH OH OH! Izuku could not hit those highnotes but he seemed to not be listening to himself: AND HER HEART IS BREAKING IN FROOONNT OF ME! AND I HAVE NO CHOICE! CAUSE I WON'T SAY GOOD BYE ANYMOOOOORRREEEE!

Deadpool sides when Izuku spins around and took that as his cue to leave . . .

Katsuki hums as he wraps up his hands at the gym

Mina: Since when did you start listening to MaroonV?

Katsuki: Shut up

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Spiderman and Deadpool running after a villain

Spiderman: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!

Deadpool: Jack's about to lose his dick!

Villain screams in fear

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Spiderman: I know we agreed on a good cop bad cop system, but was it really necessary to put the fear of god in them?

Deadpool: My dagger barely grazed their crotch. They're over reacting

Spiderman: they're begging for a life in prison

#BkdkSpiderPool #bkdk #mha bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x izuku #midoriya izuku #deku #kacchadeku #kachan #spiderpoolau #fanfic #writting #story #bkdk fanfic

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balladccr · 2 years

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// OOC question time 🖤❄️!

what is one of your favourite aspects of Scara? what's something you want to explore about him? what made you pick him?

@geleum || holds you uvu

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first of all, thank you for expressing interest in knowing the way my dumb mind works 😔 spoiler alert: even I don’t know how it works 99% of the time but i can make a good guess... sometimes.

i will say i didn’t get to play the event in which scara was introduced and am forever salty about it tbh. mainly heard about him through my brother and then just seeing things online, bUT the moment i reaaaally 👀👀👀 at him was when i was watching a vid and heard some of his dialogue and was 💦💦 o-okay--

specifically the way he says “you’re getting all worked up over nothing~ ;)” EXCUSE ME SIR???

like most people, i have a morbid fascination in complex villains. i was drawn in by his bratty personality (which sounds funny, written out like that but) and became wholly fascinated with his backstory (i.e., some explanation as to why he behaves the way he does).

i think it’s fun exploring a character who’s so adamant on ignoring his feelings because he’s scared of getting hurt again. he’d never admit that aloud, of course, and the “betrayals” he speaks of in his past aren’t necessarily betrayals, but it’s tragic to me that he never had any guidance or means of learning how to... healthily manage the things that have happened to him. he chose to become bitter and closed off: i’d rather be heartless than have my heart in pieces, yknow?

he has a lot of complexity and room to grow, i think. and i love the potential he shows in learning how to let people in again: slowly and painfully, but i truly do believe he wants connections more than he thinks.

that, and his brattiness is super funny to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ even if i’m sitting over here with my head in my hands like why tho

thanks so much for asking! uwu/ <3 <3

#||🗲 ‹ooc›#i eyezoom at 'lil shit' characters in most cases #whether their 'lil shit' nature is harmless or ACTUALLY antagonistic... both is good #but i kid you not the first time i heard some of scara's voicelines i was just #NERVOUS SWEATS OWO #any cutscene he's in is always chef kiss and i'm so excited for more T~T #i appreciate you asking! uwu thank you!

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