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#and ive got present mic on the way :)
xiaoming56 · 1 year
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AAA i got my present mic plushie ystd n ive been having wAy tm fun w it :D
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its-your-mind · 2 months
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ALRIGHT IVE BEEN HOLDING ALL OF MY INSANE AND DETAILED THEORIES INSIDE FOR FOUR MONTHS AND THEY HAVE GROWN AND FESTERED INTO SOMETHING ENTIRELY THEIR OWN AND I’M MAKING THEM ALL YOUR PROBLEM NOW HERE WE GOOOOO
okay so anyway my current main theory is that Jon Martin and Jonah got schlorped into this other reality along with the fears but the way it happened led to EITHER their weird entrapment in mostly digital media (a lá the Leitners), which ALSO led to Jon and Martin and Jonah also getting stuck in whatever this equivalent of collecting fear-based stories shit is. So obvs they’re those three voices Norris (Martin), Chester (Jon), Augustus (Jonah) (Jon and Jonah are ENTIRELY guesses at present - if it is Jonah he’s the one with the v pretentious-sounding name for SURE tho) I have forgotten what those names are. Apologies.
Anyway I think it’s a weird fusion of whatever the Web was attempting with that website that collected stories, AND the role of the archive AND the creation of the panopticon by a man who was VERY. DEDICATED. TO. SORTING. AND. CATEGORIZING. So they’re collecting data, archiving stories for the Eye (Jon is still the Pupil and the Archivist, after all), but Jon and Martin prolly wanna help. Categorize. Give these people a fighting fucking chance. If I think about them too hard rn I’ll have an emotional breakdown so that’s a post for another time.
But anyway. The forced categorizing (dolls, watching / dolls, skin / all the subcategories under “Reanimation”). The voices reading them out. All of the computers and cameras and mics recording all these convos between the employees. The organization whose job is just reading and filing supernatural data and stories accurately which is important for some reason that no one can really understand or explain. Hahaha. Sounds familiar.
Anyway I’m obsessed with all of these new characters. I’m so excited to spend all of the time with them!! And be terrified of the horrors that are gonna come after them!!!!
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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year
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How Sweet it is When You Steal It
Kinktober Day IV: Stepcest
Pairing: himbo!stepbrother Jake Jensen x kinda gray!stepsister reader
Words: ~2.1k
Summary: Jake can’t take a hint.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (lots of teasing, fingering, handjob, unprotected vaginal sex, shower sex, cream pie), Jake is awkward and adorable and so dumb, bug smooshing, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: He’s so cute and stupid, I wuv him!!
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“Hi Jakey!”
“Hi pumpki-in.” Jake almost swallowed his tongue when he looked up to greet you and choked at the sight of you in your adorable little cheerleader outfit, wishing he could curse as an unbelievable amount of lewd teasing started coming through his headset. “How was the game?”
“Oh shit, the cheerleader uniform?” He was going to kill all of them the next time he saw them, but Colin was definitely going first. “Take a fucking picture, Jay. How short is the skirt? Like, does she have to bend over at all for you to see panties?”
“Shut up, asshole.” Jake snarled into his mic as he tried to smile at you, whimpering when you opened the fridge and bent over so he got a full view of the panties all the guys were so interested in.
“It was good, we won!” You practically skipped over to the couch and sat on the back of it right next to his head, like, he wouldn’t even have to stretch if he wanted to nibble on your thigh. “How is your game going?”
“Tell her it was going fine until your cocktease of a stepsister showed up, Jensen.” And Drysdale was next, he was going to get creative with it too. “For fuck’s sake man, just let her suck your cock like she’s so obviously creamy for so we can quit having all these interruptions.”
“It’s good, we’ve done this run before.” He sucked in a harsh breath when you swung one leg over the back of the couch so your cotton covered pussy was right in front of his face, but that was a bad idea because then the scent of you was filling his lungs and Paul was asking if this was better or worse than the time you’d crawled into his lap wearing nothing but your panties and sleep cami while you watched a scary movie and he wanted to die. “Sorry I missed it. You wanna go get some food?”
“No, I’m all sweaty, I’m gonna go take a shower.” Jake was so happy you couldn’t hear all the suggestions his friends were making about exactly what he should feed you, and really hoped that the heat in his face didn’t mean he was beet red when you hopped off the couch and stretched. “But maybe we can order some Korean or something when I’m done?”
“Yeah, okay.” The way his voice cracked at the end of his sentence when you pulled your top off in full view of him was painful, and then he almost wrenched his neck snapping his vision away from you so he didn’t see anything while the idiots in his headset speculated about what exactly you were doing to torture him now. “All of you shut up! You’re so goddamn stupid, let just do this run.”
“You’re the stupid one, Jensen.” Lance could fuck right off. “Your little pumpkin stepsister is basically presenting her pussy to you on a silver platter and you’re too chickenshit to do anything about it.”
“Yeah, she’s my stepsister, asshole.” He took a long gulp of his slurpee to try to calm down. “She’s not presenting her… herself to me, you’re all just perverts.”
“Oh, she’s not?” Fucking Andy now, his kill list was getting long. “Let’s review; we already mentioned the almost naked lap sitting. There’s also the constant asking if she’s not wearing enough to go out in public, her begging to sleep in your bed because of thunderstorms, the seeming inability to go without touching you for more than ten seconds in the same room, oh that very unsisterly kiss she gave you at the Christmas party last year that she justified with mistletoe. Did I miss anything?”
“The masturbating.” Jake hated that he could hear Ari’s amusement when he growled over the headset.
“Ah yes, the masturbating! Do you think she bought the loudest vibrator on the planet on purpose, Jake? Or that she really can’t help but moan and pant and sob like a damn pornstar when she knows you’re in the next room?”
Jake was about to tell them all they could fuck each other when he heard you shriek, cursing when he spilled his slurpee all over himself as he rose to his feet in a rush as he ripped off the headset before charging towards the bathroom. He almost tore the door off the hinges when you screamed again, his eyes wild when he saw you cowering in the corner completely naked but barely registered it.
“What? What the fuck happened?” He couldn’t keep his eyes in one place as he tried to figure out what had made you scream like that. “Are you hurt!?”
“There’s a spider…spider!” You pointed towards the bathtub and yelped when he ripped the shower curtain open. “It’s so big, and it jumped! Kill it, Jakey!”
Normally Jake would have just scooped the thing up with a newspaper and taken it outside, but you were damn near hysterical. So he apologized under his breath before grabbing some toilet paper and smooshing the dime sized house spider that had the misfortune of terrifying you, then flushed his victim down the toilet.
“You scared the shit out of me, pumpkin, I thought someone came in the wind… fuck.” He suddenly realized how very naked you were, naked and curvy and smooth and very close to him in his tiny bathroom. “I’ll leave you to it, then!”
“You’re my hero, Jakey! Wait!” You stepped in front of the door when he tried to leave, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes at him as you stepped even closer to him and sighed softly. “You’re all sticky, we need to get you out of these clothes.”
“Wha-what?!” This was so bad, your parents were going to kill him, he still didn’t stop you when you started to peel his shirt over his head, just swallowing thickly and raising his arms to help you out while he mumbled stupidly. “I spilled my slurpee.”
“Oh no.” So, so bad, but your fingers felt so nice trailing over his skin before you started to undo his jeans. “And it soaked through, let’s get you in the shower.”
“Okay.” He was in shock, that was it, he just let you pull him after you as you turned on the water. “Together?”
“Mmhm.” God, now you were wet and lathering up your hands and maybe he was dead? Maybe he had slipped when he ran into the bathroom and cracked his skull open and he was dead. He couldn’t decide if he was in heaven or hell though. “We’ll save water.”
“That’s good.” Your hands were on him and he decided it was heaven. “Responsible.”
“It sure is, we’ll get so much cleaner too, help each other get to those hard to reach places.” Fuck, you were getting lower and he was pretty sure he was about to bust like a virgin. “Mmm, you’re so big, Jakey, you want me to help?”
“Yes. Oh fuck.” He groaned when you wrapped your soapy hands around his achingly hard dick and started stroking, choking your grip under his tip and stepping closer so you could rub your nose over his throat. “God, that feels good.”
“Good, I just want you to feel good, Jakey.” You whined as you nibbled at his jaw, looking at him with big pleading eyes that he wanted to fall into. “Don’t you want me to feel good? Want to help me get those hard to reach spots clean?”
“If you need me to.” He only hesitated for a second before soaping up his own hands and sliding one down between your legs, groaning when he slipped a finger between your warm pussy lips and felt you throb for him. “I’ll get you so clean.”
“I know you will, oh Jake.” You tilted your head back and whimpered when he found your clit, stroking him faster as he petted your cunt while his other hand rested on your waist. “My tits need to get clean too, Jakey.”
He was pretty sure he was going to do whatever you wanted him to do from this moment forward, ducking to press his lips to yours and groan as the hand that wasn’t circling your swollen clit came up to gently cup your tit. You were so soft, and your kiss tasted so sweet, and he didn’t even care that his friends were going to give him all kinds of shit if they ever found out about this.
“Jake, oh! I want you inside me.” You nibbled on his bottom lip as you begged him, smiling when he practically sobbed into your mouth when he felt warm cream from your cunt gush all over his fingers. “Don’t you want it, Jakey? It’s so good, my pussy is so tight and soft and warm, I know you’ve thought about it, seen how hard you get when I do my stretches or cuddle with you. Please fuck my little pussy, I want it.”
And that broke him, a tortured growl leaving his lips before he turned you around and pressed your body against the cool tile of the shower. He just grabbed your ass cheeks and spread you open then shoved his cock inside you, tucking his face into your shoulder and groaning at how fucking tight you were before he started rutting into you wildly.
“God, yes! Oh god, fuck my little pussy, Jakey. Just like that, so fucking deep.” You whined when he wrapped a hand around your throat and tilted your head back so he could smash his lips to yours, gasping every time his hips smacked against your ass as your cunt clenched around him. “Tell me how good it feels, Jake. How you’re gonna fuck my tiny hungry pussy like it’s never been fucked. You gonna beat my pussy up, Jakey?”
“Shit, yeah. Gonna fuck this pussy so good.” He couldn’t even make himself care anymore, smacking your ass and growling when you yelped into his mouth. “Yeah, you fucking love that, don’t you? Pussy so fucking tight.”
“I do, I love it, want you to tear my pussy up, Jakey, ruin me.” You whined when he ducked to bite your neck, your eyes fluttering closed when he squeezed your throat tighter and slapped your ass as your whole body shook. “Right there, oh fuck, Jake. You’re fucking my pussy soooo good, gonna make me squirt all over that big dick. Make it your pussy.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, pumpkin.” If he wasn’t already dead you were going to kill him for sure. “It’s my fucking pussy, now make her come for me.”
You screamed when he drove into you harder and his balls slapped against your clit, sagging in his grip and squirting all over him while you spasmed violently through your orgasm. He couldn’t stop moving though, still thrusting his cock into your fluttering cunt mindlessly while you whined and arched your back so he could keep hitting that perfect spot even though you were on the verge of collapse.
“Come in your pussy, please, Jakey. Fill your fucking pussy, do it. Oh fuck, fill it, please…” you were babbling but he loved it, moving his lips back to yours and swallowing your noises greedily as he snarled.
“Gonna do it, keep my pussy full all the fucking time.” He felt the muscles of his core growing tight and growled into your mouth. “You want it, don’t you? Wanna walk around with my cum dribbling out of this pretty little cunt every damn day?”
“Yeah, I want it, Jake.” You could feel him starting to lose it and rose on your tiptoes as you whimpered. “Need it, need your cum. Give it to me.”
Jake practically lifted you off the ground when his orgasm ripped through his body, hooking your knee over his elbow so he could hold you open as his hips jerked against your ass while he pumped you full of his thick, warm cum. You mewled and keened as your pussy milked him dry, letting him bounce you on his cock and bite your lips as he emptied himself into you.
“Jesus fuck, pumpkin.” He kept cradling you in his arms even after he was finished, rubbing his nose against yours and breathing heavily as he let the warm water wash over the two of you. “I really am a fucking idiot.”
“Just a little.” You grinned and bit your lip as you gazed at him, sighing when he slid out of you as he held you close. “But it’s okay, I like himbos. Why don’t we finish up and then I’ll suck your dick while you play CoD.”
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Citra emulator: Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney trilogy
A hopefully comprehensive guide on all the malfunctions ive run into so far. Because honestly, ive recommended aa on citra to so many people, the least i can do is give yall a guide for when you run into problems.
Spoilers under the cut for aa1 (rise from the ashes mostly).
1. Ema's aluminum finger print powder (Rise from the ashes)
In the final case of the first game you meet the Skye sisters. Lana is the Chief Prosecutor and Ema is a high school student who wants to become a forensics scientist. In her guest to prove her sisters innocence Ema will employ a couple of tools like Luminol blood splatter detecting spray and finger print detecting powder.
How does the aluminum powder work? You click on a suspicious surface. Make sure to cover all of the fingerprint with white powder/pixels!
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And then what? This is an emulation of a Nintendo game. You are prompted to blow in your mic to blow off the powder and reveal the fingerprint. But well. You can't exactly do that now can you?
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How can you get around this?
Maybe if you have a mic you could connect it to your laptop/pc and blow there but i don't know if that would actually work since i don't have a mic and therefore can't give it a try. But theres a way to get around this obstacle! A way that took me like an hour and a lot of research in ace attorney and emulation related forums to find 😭.
You will have to go on the top left corner of your screen and open the configuration option. I think.
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Now as you can see my program is in greek which is not exactly making this easier to understand for the rest of you. But nonetheless we will persevere!
What you have to do is go Configuration -> sound -> microphone -> real device ??? It must say something like that. It might take you a little bit of trial and error but you can find it. Try a few of these choices and see which one works. This will make your laptop/pc pick up on the games music and use it to "blow away" the powder by itself. Problem solved <3
2. Playing connect the dots with Ema's name (Rise from the ashes again)
In the final day of the trial we have a piece of evidence that almost everyone hates: that goddamn jar. Aside from its ridiculous resemblance to that monstrosity the blue badger when you rotate it in a highly specific way, this jar holds yet another secret. And that secret is a name written in blood that seems to have been wiped off. We are asked to "connect the dots" to prove whose name is written there. Normally connecting the dots would make red lines appear on the jar that make up Ema's name but well. If this worked as intended i wouldn't be making this post now would i.
When playing in Citra the lines won't show up. Nevertheless, you can still beat this new obstacle: just connect the dots anyway. Be extra careful: you don't want to forget one of the smaller ones. If you connect them all and present the evidence in court the game will progress as it should. Personally, when i was playing i kept forgetting to connect the top right dot in M and got penalised a few times too many over it. I suggest starting from the bottom of E and progressing carefully from there.
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Ema's name wiped off the jar's surface.
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Ema's name after you've connected the dots or how it would look if citra hadn't messed that one little detail up.
Aaaand those are all the malfunctions i stumbled upon on aa1. Honestly, could be worse. And they were both on the same case too, so maybe there won't be any more trouble in the rest of the trilogy games. But if i find any more i will come back and update this post. It will probably take a while tho, im very slow when it comes to video games.
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tonberry-yoda · 2 years
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Heyooo, ya gurl's back!
》Post-War Arc mha spoilers《
Since Aizawa and a bunch of other heros have officially retired, what do you think that he does in his past time? More specifically, do you think he'd get into a relationship?
I feel like Present Mic would push him soooooooooo much, but not as much due ti how much they lost-
Ikkk this js cliche, but what if he meets up with skmeone at a cafe. And becomes a regular JUST to talk to her?? 😏😏
omg hi! I loved this idea so so so so much and I am so sorry that this took so long!!! i really hope I did well! thank you so much for the request lovely, i love getting requests from you!!!
You Deserve Love - Shota Aizawa
Pairing - Shota Aizawa x reader
Warnings - SPOILERS FOR WAR ARC!!!!
Word Count - 1,107
Notes - again, i am super sorry that this took so long, but i had a lot of fun writing it, ive just been super busy lately. thanks again for the request and I hope you have an awesome day, lovely!!! <3333
ALSO I HAVE GREAT NEWS! REQUESTS ARE BACK OPEN!!!!!! YAY!! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3
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“Dude, I still don't get why you won't even try to get into dating.” Mic slumped down on the couch in his and Aizawa’s shared office. “Mic,” Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and turned to Hizashi. “I can barely move in my state. I'm still trying to get used to the prosthetic leg. Plus, Eri told me I look like a pirate yesterday. Let’s just say my confidence isn't exactly through the roof right now.” “But Shota, YOU’RE HOT!” “Thanks Mic.” Aizawa giggled softly and stood up, still limping to get over to the couch where he sat next to Mic. “I bet if you went out in public right now, women would be fawning over you. And that mysterious manly thing you got goin’ on.” Aizawa just giggled and slumped on the couch face first, groaning into a pillow. “What’s wrong, Shota?” Aizawa pulled his face away from the pillow and looked up at Mic, whose head was tilted and he had a concerned look in his eye.
“Okay,” Aizawa sat up and hugged the pillow he groaned into earlier. “Look, I really want to get into dating. I do. It's just… I don't really feel like the guy I did three weeks ago. This whole eye thing is super sudden and I can't even walk around normally. I'm not a hero anymore, Mic. I had to retire.” “So? That just gives you more time to get yourself out there. Hang out with the ladies.” Mic nudged Aizawa and raised his eyebrows. “Sure Mic, whatever you say.”
Mic didn't understand. He had three jobs and he was still allowed to be a hero. All while Aizawa sat at home by himself and watched the time tick by. It wasn't fair. He knew it was childish to think that way, but it wasn't. He wanted, more than anything, to be fighting. He wanted to be helping. He didn't want to be useless. But all he could do was wait for Mic to leave and slowly, but surely, make it way over to his favorite coffee shop.
Aizawa had been going to this coffee shop ever since he got his injuries. It had finally given him the time to relax, even if he didn't want it. Plus, the coffee was good.
“Morning Eraserhead!” You ran up to the counter with a bright smile on your face cleaning a cup. “So, wanna be adventurous today or just the usual.” Aizawa smiled softly at you. “Give me your favorite.” Your smile somehow got even brighter as you ran off to make your favorite coffee.
Aizawa didn't want to admit it, but you were really the reason that he kept coming to that coffee shop. You brightened his depressing life. You always smiled and had something nice to say to him. Plus you were a good listener and were willing to spend your entire break just talking to him. He was very thankful to you. Without you, he would probably be in an even deeper hole and just a pit of sadness.
“Okay, here’s my favorite drink. Tell me what you think, Eraserhead. It's not for everyone, but I think you might like it.” You watched with a smile as Aizawa took a drink, thinking it over for a couple of seconds. “Hm…” You tilted your head and looked at the drink. “What do you mean, ‘hm’?” “Hm…” Aizawa put his hand on his chin and thought for a moment. “Shota, what do you mean, ‘hm’?!” You grabbed the drink and took a sip and thought it over for a second yourself. You looked over at Aizawa to see him with a shit eating grin, making you giggle. “You were just playing with me, weren't you, Shota?!” He smiled and grabbed the cup back from you, taking a long sip with a smile on his face. “This is really good. No wonder you like it so much.”
Aizawa kept denying that he was falling in love. He didn't deserve someone like you. You were this ball of sunshine that was always there for him, but he was nothing. He couldn't even call himself a hero anymore. Now he was just… Shota. Shota Aizawa. He didn't want to fall in love. He wasn't allowed to anymore.
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“What do you mean you’re ‘not allowed to fall in love’? Sure you are. Everyone is.” You hung up your apron and sat next to Aizawa. “Look, I'm not Eraserhead anymore. Sure, it's flattering that you still call me that, but I just feel like I don't deserve anyone anymore. Not even my roommate and I've known him since high school.” “Who’s your roommate?” You took a bite out of an old stale croissant that’s been sitting in the cabinet since that morning. “Present Mic.” “Oh shit! Really?!” Aizawa giggled. “Yeah. Pretty funny, huh?” “Yeah. I knew that you knew Hizashi, but I didn't know you knew him for that long.” “Oh, so you’re on a first name basis?” You giggled, holding your coffee in between your hands that were covered by your sweater sleeves. “Yeah, he's a regular here too.” “Oh, gotcha.”
His heart sank. Of course Mic was a regular. Aizawa wasn't the only one you talked to. You were nice because you had to be.
“And don't think you can avoid that whole ‘I'm not allowed to fall in love’ thing, Shota.” “Oh, you’re back on that?” You giggled and nodded, taking a sip of your drink. “Fall in love with whoever you want, Shota. It might take a while, but…” You sighed and looked down at your hands that were shaking. “Can I be honest, Aizawa?” “S-Sure.” He could feel himself beginning to shake. He knew what you were about to say. You were going to tell him that he should give up. That you didn't care about him. That- “I really like you, Shota. I… uh… want a little more than our coffee dates… I just… Do you wanna go somewhere nice for dinner, Sho?” You looked up at Aizawa, whose mouth was gaping open. You giggled. “What?” “Y-You wanna go on a date with me?” You nodded and grabbed Aizawa’s hand. “You deserve the most love right now, Eraserhead. So please let me show you that love.” Aizawa could feel himself tearing up, but he had to hold it back. “I-I would love to go on a date.” “Great!” You smiled and checked your watch. “Well, I gotta get back to work, Sho. I can't wait for our date.” You pressed a small kiss on his cheek and ran back behind the counter.
Maybe Aizawa did deserve love.
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actual-lea · 9 months
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Ive been seeing so much LOST stuff you post that I went to look into it because i had no idea what it was really about, just that its been praised as one of the best shows and the soundrack is spectacular and the characters are great.
Turns out ony of my fav. Youtubers Mike's Mic is doing an "Unhinged Recap" of the series. The Season 1 episode is 2 hours and 30 minutes and I def. couldn't handle the show in of itself (low threshold for specific things) but having that barrier of comedy is a good way to experience it. He's really passionate about it and he did something interesting with the layout of how he presented each episode makes some kind of secret thing??
The show itself is super intriguing? I never knew the island had weird supernatural stuff going on and I think that it's really cool that they use flashbacks so you can learn what's up with each character. Just wanted to share since you're the one who got me interested by posting so much about it ^-^
HELL YEAH
I'm so glad my incoherent yelling about things I like is actually making people interested in the things!! It's a really neat show that I absolutely did not expect to get so attached to and can never recommend enough!
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cough-ii · 10 months
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aftg as quote book pt 4 !!
“its just a silly little twerk of mine” - nicky
“i wouldn’t mind being called woke. im awake arent i?” neil/wymack
“enter hot take on kevin” *drops the mic, takes a bow* - neil
“Just a reminder we are HALF WAY THERE and we are LIVING ON A PRAYER” - renee @ games
“Led by you hoe” - Alison
“i physically cannot play with my balls in my bedroom” - neil?
“Fuckin this, fuck that fuck fuck fuck” - wymack
“Porn is a genre” - nicky
“Reading porn is better than not reading at all” - nicky
“We are all bussin” - nicky
“Don’t shoot the prime minister…please” - everyone @ andrew
“He gave himself a DIY circumcision” - be creative
“I live under a rock. It;s very warm” - neil
“The only way youre getting out of maths this year is if you kill yourself” - neil
“Don’t kill yourself” - wymack
“Tomorrow we’re going to learn how to be better bullies :)” - dan
“I have nothing important to say ever” - aaron
“I am wrong in the head” - kevin
“Some people say lots of things to get off” - nicky
“It was such a delicious luxury to have a warm drink” - matt
‘I got my pussy waxed’ - alison
‘i feel so much better without my pants’ - matt
“neil you’re flirting” - dan “oops…” neil
“Impact on the victim… DEATH” - andrew
“Stop doing magic in class please” someone to andrew
“‘You look good enough to eat,’ Andrew Minyard had said, the first time he came to pick him (Neil) up. When they got home again he did begin to eat him”
“Hey hoe 💅” alison
“That is tighter than a fishes ass hole” - matt
“Are you ok you look like a drenched rat” - dan
“If I get your name wrong, blame your parents” -wymack
“I was on drugs I didn’t know what I was doing” andrew
“I have thousands of dollars to my name” neil
“why did you threaten me?” kevin “because i wanted to” neil
“Dragons have pronouns too” renee
“i very much enjoy getting renee wet” - Alison, dunking water on renee
“andrew is a crack up” - nicky probably almost got shanked for this
“talk dirty to me” andrew “What if I tied up all your hands and legs and then threw you down the stairs and you died, but we were friends who liked practical jokes, would that be murder?” neil
‘Who was humping the statue?’ - dan
“Little red riding hood in bed with the wolf” - Alison
“His eyes are penetrating you” kevin @ neil unironically
“There are a number of ways you can skin a cat” andrew when one of the cats piss on the bed
‘Just shake ur ass and no one will notice’ nicky
“Why is it always mother fucker this, mother fucker that? Why is it never father fucker” neil
“I’m very private with my fists” dan
“I had some guy in my car and he said ‘i want to commit suicide’ and i said ‘no, not in my car get out’” - twinyards
“Girls, you’re semi-hysterical” wymack
“I touched your boob im sorry” matt @ dan
“Not just jumping off the religious sculpture, they were humping the religious sculpture” - renee, traumatised
‘DANCE you idiot, D-A-N-S…’ - kevin
‘We’ll talk about the sex party another time’ dan
‘I have a gin and tonic every night, it keeps me young’ wymack
“I was in a rage and i broke his nose” neil ab kevin
“Some people need to be chemically castrated” andrew
“Don’t chew gum in front of Jesus” renee
“I’m hearing plenty of smashing noises over here” allison in the cabin
“Oh why don’t you crawl back into your hole” andrew @ neil
“Legalise recreational use of cannibalism” aaron in a presentation
“CMERE YOU LITTLE BOLLOCKS!” wymack
“Stabbing them 3 or 4 times is plenty” andrew
“My brother got dropped on his head” andrew
‘Comparing sizes’ nicky
‘Ive been stalking you all’ kevin
“Shit, Shit, SHIT, Oh my god, SHIT. That’s fucked” nicky
“She called him gay so i threw the chair at her” neil
“I’m gonna die” aaron “Don’t care.” neil
“Get help please” dan
“Young people’s music today, I just don’t get it” abby
“We all have the homosexual gene” andrew
“I’m not going to get you to go around class and looking if people have homosexual characteristics” andrew maybe
‘i saw this really big tombstone and i asked ‘is that where jesus was buried?’’ andrew @ renee
‘What if I worked 55 hours a day?’ matt?
“now that i’m your legal guardian i guess i should look after you” dan a/o matt @ neil
“lesbians are people too” neil
“Charisma test? caress my balls” nicky
“Do you want to do a quickie to de-stress” andrew
“If you are interested in any horizontal refreshment” andrew
“Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace, play with my balls and tell me how big they are” (…….. i have second hand embarrassment) - allison
“Do you think Jesus had daddy issues?” alison
“We all get stressed sometimes but cursing is not fucking ok” dan
“I'm working, im twerking and im jerking” nicky
‘It’s a good kisser it’s so smooth and soft and warm’ neil ab his homework
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Meet Cob-Web their my spidersona
i originally had a design for this but my friend redrew and redesigned my costume and i think it looks fab and 10x better… so now i have about 3 months to sew this together for Tropicon i have a design, a sewing machine and the fabric but idk where to start and need to take the machine outta the box (its been in there since christmas guys) if i dont make it in time i will be TechnoBlade or Present Mic cause ill hopefully have their wigs by then (also aizawas is on the way too) but will still have to make stuff and ive got school ontop of this grrr god dammit
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here it is!! the dumb cringe thing ive been working on instead of my actual college work lmao
i absolutely ADORE these otp form things, they itch that lil adhd scratch in my brain that loves filling out forms for my characters
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[the original blank sheet can be found here!!] the op changed their twitter handle but its still the same source!
some explanations on their dynamics and backstory under the cut!!
SO. God I think about these idiots so damn much, its insane.
First off, their history:
I have my own lil headcanon (and excuse to merge my own bnha universe with the canon one lmao) that U.A has collaborations with other top Heroics schools across the world to have similar Hero Course curriculums. That way they can avoid drastic differences in heroics styles if heroes need to work internationally (for example, instances like in World Heroes Mission).
Because of this, I think U.A used to have exchange programs with specific countries every-other year before their security cracked down on itself. For one semester, hero students from the American branch would come to U.A to learn alongside their respective class level (meaning American "Juniors" would work with Japanese "Second years"), and at the end of the semester, the Japanese branch would then learn in America for the second semester.
This is likely how Dani and Mirai met, as Dani - once she becomes a Pro Hero - enjoys volunteering her time to assist with the local Heroics high school that she used to attend, and thus jumps at the idea of joining in on one of their bi-yearly exchange trips. It also gives her an excuse to visit her father and sister, who live in Deika after her parents' divorce.
It was no doubt when Mirai was All Might's sidekick, and of course would tail him whenever he wished to "check in" on all the "future pros" training at U.A (aka, he misses his high school years sometimes and this event gives him an excuse to drop in).
Taken by Dani's overall cheery, bubbly, and slightly ditzy personality, as well as her ability to put up a rather good spar with All Might himself - still losing, but proving to be a formidable opponent - it was no wonder Mirai decided to strike up conversation with her. Besides, she seemed to be close with other Pro Heroes like Present Mic, Eraserhead, Midnight, and Best Jeanist, so there had to be more to her. As it turns out, she used to be in this program as well, and trained alongside the aforementioned heroes back when they were baby-cheeked rookies in U.A.
Dani totally won him over with her sense of humor, kindness, and overall open disposition. All Might seemed to approve of her too, which would always be the make-or-break reason for Nigheye. They exchange contact info, spend time together whenever Dani was in the country, and hung out together alongside the other Pros.
It was no wonder when Dani's little sister, Adelynn, got into U.A and was accepted into Nighteye's internship program. Every. Year. He'll tell you it's not favoritism, but we all know it is.
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Their lil symbols:
Dani's is a star, because her name is Slavic/Germanic for Morning Star! Her and her siblings have this celestial theme going: Dani is a star, Adelynn is the moon, and Sunna is the sun!
Nighteye's is based off his eye shape when he uses his quirk!
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Checkbox explanations:
[Confesses first / Initiates first kiss:] This is Dani, I would say, only because she's more bold and open when it comes to her feelings or emotions. Sure, Mirai is someone who is bold and speaks his mind too, but I think we can agree this man will never in his life bring up his feelings first unless it's absolutely dire, or prompted by someone else. So of course, Dani's the one to take the initiative, something Mirai notices is a trait both her and Adelynn share.
[Says "I love you" first:] Despite Mirai being emotionally constipated, like stated above, I feel like he's the one to say it and truly, deeply mean it in a romantic, 'I want to be with you forever' kind of way. Dani, having grown up in Western society, is comfortable telling her family and friends that she loves them all the time - it's just instinct to let them know they mean a lot to her! As far as their relationship goes, Dani's said "Love you!" to Mirai plenty of times, but they both know that it's in that platonic close-friends way, at least until they feel the time is right to fully confess their love. And that's what Mirai does, likely letting it slip while seeing Dani off at the airport after one of her visits.
[Big spoon:] Mirai, a majority of the time. I mean look at this gangly-ass mf, he could wrap around Dani like a cocoon if he tried. However, there are rare times when Dani finishes a patrol in the early, early mornings when Mirai is still asleep, and she'll crawl into bed and spoon him instead.
[Worrier:] DANI, NO CONTEST. Blame 'eldest sister' syndrome on this one, having grown up always looking after Adelynn (before she moves away) and then Sunny. It doesn't help that anxiety runs in the family, too. Mirai can worry sometimes, like if Dani's late from a mission or patrol, the typical stuff, but never on the level of Dani's downright separation anxiety. There is the rare chance that Mirai catches a glimpse of something in her future that worries him, and he practically hovers around her constantly, taking away things or restricting her options to try and lessen the chance of disaster, like a mother with her first-born infant.
[Better w/ money:] Mirai. Not that Dani is bad with money, per say, just that she's a bit of a philanthropist when she has the opportunity to be. Hell, nearly all of Adelynn and Sunny's tuitions were paid by Dani's Pro Hero salary, and she still had more than needed for herself left over. Mirai's also clearly a natural-born desk jockey and instinctually takes charge of any budgeting.
[More experienced:] Dani's had more relationship experience in the past, and likely more sexual experience too. Mirai's just never had the time or interest in that stuff, not till he grew attached to the shadow hero. However, after an incident in college, she grew more reserved in her willingness to date/have one night stands, and instead focused on her career and potential relationship with Mirai.
[Wakes up first:] Now this question is all based on perspective, cause the two of them work literally opposite timeframes of each other. Mirai works that typical 7am to 5pm white-collar shift, running his own agency and all. But Dani, due to the nature of her quirk, works from 10pm to about 5 or 6am, the only exception being Thursday nights so that she can volunteer to teach that next Friday. So sure, Mirai gets up first in the traditional sense, but technically it's Dani who wakes up far before him.
[Steals blankets:] DANI LMAO. She inherited the low-circulation that comes with her quirk from her dad, and runs pretty cold in her hands and feet. It's pretty normal for Mirai to wake up with only a corner of the blankets on him yet. He combats this by just gluing himself to Dani when they're sharing a bed, a win-win.
[Speaks more:] Dani again, but only because she tends to be too friendly and strike up conversations and ramble due to obviously undiagnosed ADHD. Think of a mom who just has to talk to every person she knows at the grocery store, regardless of their connection.
[Normally cooks:] In the off-chance they have the time to have dinner at home, it's always Mirai taking the lead. Dani's cooking skills growing up were mixed: her father was a good cook and loved to teach his little girls, but her mother was a bit of a perfectionist and REFUSED to let anyone help with cooking. Since the divorce, Dani's father was never around to teach her as much as he taught Adelynn, so Dani's a bit of a disaster when it comes to cooking. It's hilarious to them both, but she agrees that Mirai takes control in the kitchen. Though, after the raid incident, and Mirai looses an arm, Dani takes it upon herself to learn to cook in order to help out.
[Apologizes first:] Even if she wasn't in the wrong, Dani will always apologize first, at the very least for arguing. Once again it's likely because of her anxiety (and strained home life as a kid), and how she doesn't want to make people mad or upset at her, despite not giving a flying fuck about her reputation or ranking. So for her to apologize first, no matter what, is kind of her way of inadvertently saying "Please don't be mad at me anymore".
[Ticklish:] BOTH, HANDS DOWN. Dani is by no means immune to tickling, Mirai's proven that plenty of times totally not through fetish means. But Mirai himself, however, is just as ticklish, if not more. Dani found this out after taking advantage of his shirtless form one night as a means of revenge, and it was like she found the holy grail of blackmail.
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Their songs:
VOID - By Lil Nas X [[Yes, I know this one is about LNX's experience with being a gay man, and I'm not trying to take away from that! But without that context I feel like it can fit well for these two.]]
God, this song is so raw and emotional to me, I actually cried a few times when I first heard it just cause it's that GOOD when you really think about it.
For the most part, I see it in the perspective of Dani, admitting her feelings of depression and loneliness despite always being cheery and upbeat around others. She's constantly separated from the comfort of her friends and family in Japan, and clearly seeing that as a true "home" to her than her life in America. Each time she visits and leaves, it's almost as if she's 'running away from home'.
"Oh, Blue, I love you too But today, I'm gonna run away from home"
Now this next line is what REALLY defines them, and what I focus on every time I project them into this song:
I find it hard to get Way too hard to live Tell me what you know Now before I go
I see this taking place after Mirai sees his potential death, keeping quiet about it, but is obviously worried or saddened by something. The next time he sees Dani off at the airport after a visit, she tells him he's clearly upset by something deeper than just her departure. When Mirai denies it and assures her nothings wrong, she immediately knows he must have saw something with his quirk, and asks he tell her what it is before she leaves again. Mirai doesn't tell her, but she gets her answer in the form of an international news report and a rather forlorn call from Toshinori.
The second verse I've only just recently thought harder about, and boy, it makes me almost cry sometimes LMAO
Basically, this next part would take place in the canon universe, where Mirai dies, rather than my au where he survives but with many life-changing injuries:
Oh, I weep through the night Can't find a love who loves me the same Or as much as you do [...] See, I'm getting tired of the way I've been living I'd rather die than to live with these feelings [...] It's too many ups and downs on the ride I spent inordinate 'mounts of time Trapped in a lonely, loner life Looking for love where I'm denied
After losing so many people who were close to her, like Oroboro, her father, Mirai, and Midnight - I can see Dani becoming more reckless and careless with her wellbeing, going through times where she doesn't really care if she dies on a mission or during an attack. This of course never happens, and her sisters manage to convince her to seek help for herself. But the pain and the loneliness never really go away, and in fact, grow worse.
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everything i wanted - By Billie Eilish [tw for suicide mentions/eluding to suicide in the song]
This ones a bit of a given if you've heard it before, but of course I'm going to put a different spin on the song's context for the sake of these two:
The song's about Billie's struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts, how the worry of not being enough or the idea of everyone hating her plagued her mind to the point it manifested in her dreams - however, her brother Finneas was always there for her, and was who she went to to discuss her troubling dream.
In terms of Dani and Mirai, this is once again in the perspective of Dani, with Mirai being the one to assure her and provide comfort.
Danica faced a troubling past and even worse present due to her quirk being seen as "malicious" and fearing the public hates her for it, despite being the #3 Pro Hero in America. She's also put under the stress of what likely every Pro Hero goes through, the feeling of needing to save everyone or else people will berate her for not being a 'true hero'.
'Cause everybody wants something from me now And I don't wanna let 'em down
This is even more prevalent after she learns what Adelynn went through in the psychiatric penitentiary and then the "reformatory camp" after a mishap with her quirk, especially since Dani had the ability to take her out from it - had she known what was happening.
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Comedy - By Bo Burnham
This ones much more lighthearted, and can be seen from both perspectives.
Dani originally wanted to be a comedic musician, or at the very least a musician, but unfortunately was coerced into heroics when her school subtly threatened to have her "reformed" if she couldn't learn to control or use her quirk for something "useful" (aka they threatened her to work for the hero commission since her quirk was useful).
After meeting Mirai, who also enjoyed comedy and making others smile and laugh, it was a breath of fresh air for the both of them to find someone who shared their ideals: making people happy, if only for a moment.
Healing the world with comedy Making a literal difference, metaphorically I swore I'd never be back, and now, I'm back on my feet And I'm healing the world with comedy
This line at the very end hits me every time I hear it, because it pretty much sums up Dani's attitude after she thought she'd never be able to make music again when she became a Pro Hero. Thankfully, after sustaining injuries that required weeks or months to heal - numerous times, mind you - Dani realized that she can spend that time working on her original passion: comedic music.
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MLW Fusion Results November 10, 2022
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MLW Fusion Results November 10, 2022: Jacob Fatu and Real 1 star in the premiere of the new season of MLW Fusion Myron Reed defends the Middleweight World Championship. In addition, Scarlett Bordeaux debuts in MLW. MLW Fusion Preview November 10, 2022: Major League Wrestling (MLW) and Pro Wrestling TV presented the 154th episode of MLW Fusion last night, held from the Melrose Ballroom in New York. In the premiere of a new season, the show featured the heads-up between Jacob Fatu and Real 1, as well as the defense of the Middleweight World Championship and the debut of Scarlett Boirdeaux. Next, we leave you with the results of the show:
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MLW shows a summary of what happened last week during the special, Battle Riot IV, where Jacob Fatu was proclaimed the winner and got a future opportunity for the Heavyweight world championship wherever and whenever he wants. After these highlights, we see the Samoan SWAT Team arrive at the arena. However, the entrance is blocked by one of César Durán's masked men. Fatu and his crew laugh at the situation and make fun of the "security" who, out of nowhere, is hit in the groin by Microman. The Mexican releases the entrance and celebrates with the SST. Rich Bocchini and Joe Dombrowski: Rich Bocchini and Joe Dombrowski welcome us to the premiere of a new season of MLW Fusion. They both wonder what the next step will be after what happened at Batle Riot last week. With no time for more, the first match of the night arrives. 1. Fatal 4-Way for the MLW World Middleweight Championship: Myron Reed (c) (with Mr. Thomas) vs. Arez vs. Golden Lynx vs. The star
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Lince Dorado And Reed in MLW Fusion Results November 10, 2022: MLW Fusion Results November 10, 2022: Reed quickly gets rid of Lince Dorado and together with Arez they start a tough joint offensive against La Estrella. However, the Japanese recovers and offers a sample of what he is capable of with a Cannonball Stop Suicide. Lince Dorado returns to the ring and exchanges blows with La Estrella. Arez enters and now it is the Mexican who dominates over Lince Dorado. He sit-out Powebomb and tells that he cuts Myron Reed in two. Reed and Arez face each other and the champion looks for the account after a tremendous Superkick on Lince Dorado that the Mexican cuts. The tensions between Reed and Arez are greater, something that Lince Dorado and La Estrella try to take advantage of, without success.
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After a succession of failed dives by all four fighters, Lince Dorado has Reed on an Arm Breaker in the center of the ring. The Star joins in but Arez undoes both submission maneuvers with hard kicks. Exchange of blows and aerial moves to the purest wrestling between Arez and Lince Dorado, which end with Arez putting Lince Dorado in an Inverted Texas Cloverleaf. The Star tries to intervene but is received with a DDT without Arez releasing the key on Lince Dorado. Diving Leg Drop by Myron Reed to cut Arez. Account of two of the champion on Arez. What Reed Tried in MLW Fusion Results November 10, 2022: Reed tries to show that he is the champion and almost manages to finish Lince Dorado and Arez, although the joint work between the two can with Reed's determination. The action continues with moments of dominance by Lince Dorado. With two Sucide Dive hits Arez and Myron Reed while he avoids La Estrella's offense. Golden Lynx Diving Crossbody that The Star reverses and counts in two. Hurricanrana de La Estrella and a new account in two. Myron Reed surprises both fighters, connects the Flame Top and looks for the count of three on The Star.
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Winner and still champion: Myron Reed: After the fight, the Bomaye Fight Club meets and Sam Leterna interviews the champion. Myron Reed takes the mic and claims that he is the best of all time. He says send him any wrestler from MLW, AAA or DRAGONGATE that he will follow with the title in his possession. MLW shows the attack that MLW World Heavyweight Champion Alex Hammerstone suffered at the hands of Richard Holliay last week. We will know more about both throughout the night. Willie Mack's arrival at Major League Wrestling is announced. We see César Durán on the roof of a New York hotel talking on the phone. It seems that 'El Jefe' could have a great offer for Court Bauer from Mexico. Richard Holliday and Alcia Atout interrupt. Durán is visibly pissed off and Alicia rebukes him that he should show a little more gratitude to which 'The Boss' wonders why. Holliday replies that he saved him last week from being slaughtered by Hammerstone and assures him that he needs a title shot. Durán likes the idea and makes it official that in two weeks Richard Holliday and Alex Hammerstone will meet in a Falls Count Anywhere with the title at stake. To finish, Durán orders one of his minions to go and finish off Microman and Micromania once and for all. 2. KC Navarro vs. Mini Black Abyss: Fast and frenetic action by KC Navarro, who does not stop landing blows and moves on Mini Abismo Negro. Navarro's Great Suicide Butt that quickly reintroduces his rival to the ring. KC goes to the corner but takes too long to launch and MIni Black Abyss knocks him off balance. Super Hurricanranna from above and count in two for Mini Black Abyss. The emmascarado maintains control of the fight but KC Navarro surprises him with a Swinging DDT for a subsequent count that only remains in two. Exchange of blows in the center of the ring. Falcon Arrow from Mini Abismo Negro and climbs on the corner. The Screw fails and Navarro takes the opportunity to connect the Milky Way. Winner: KC Navarro: MLW releases Alex Hammerstone's medical status following last week's attack. The champion suffers a rupture of the cartilage of one of his ribs which causes him limited movement and his participation in the fight against Holliday in two weeks is doubtful. After this we have Mance Warner with Sam Leterna backstage. 'Oi Mancer' explains that he has been to many places: in Canada fighting a bear, in Mexico... Warner very politely asks Leterna for the shot and sends a heated message to Mads Krügger. Mance apologizes to Sam Leterna for the language, "because they taught me that in front of a lady you shouldn't lose your form" and tells him if he has any more questions to ask. Mance tries to calm down and assures that he is going to destroy Mads Krügger. Video of Real 1 prior to his fight tonight against Jacob Fatu. nZo makes fun of Jacob Fatu's entire family tree by naming The Rock, the Usos, Umaga, Afa and Sika, Roman Reigns... 'The Certified G' launches 'The Certified G' throws out numerous expletives and insults and is seen to be very pissed off after what happened at the end of the Battle Riot. After this we see Lince Dorado and Savio Vega walk around the backstage. Jacob Fatu: Jacob Fatu is with Microman backstage. They both share some nuggets while Fatu thanks him for the help he had earlier. The Samoan retires to prepare his subsequent combat at the same time that the henchman that César Durán had sent for Microman enters. Fatu returns to tell Microman something and catches Durán's man red-handed, who scared flees the place. 3. Scarlett Bordeaux vs. Clara Carreras: Scarlett's low blow before she rings the bell, which she takes advantage of to take her rival to her corner and hit her several times. Carreras rhas and takes Scarlett to the canvas. Dropkick and count in two for 'The Girl'. Carreras tries to control the fight flush with the canvas but Scarlett manages to get out of it and take her back to the corner. Hip Toss and 'The Smoke' Show has the fight where he wants it. DDT combination followed by the Scarlett Letter (Back-To-Belly Piledriver) and count of three. Winner. Scarlett Bordeaux: Taya Valkyrie comes out on stage for an interview with Sam Leterna. The inaugural champion of the MLW Featherweight division talks about how she feels about making history in the company and comments that someone like Scarlett Bordaeux is needed for the MLW women's division to continue to grow. "La Wera Loca" does not close the door to any fighter who wants to face her for the title. Suddenly, Brittany Blake attacks Taya from behind and both have to be separated by several MLW referees. Bomaye Fight Club: Bomaye Fight Club is backstage. Alex Kane talks about Davey Richards and how the fall of one of his biggest idols caused him to lose respect for "The American Wolf". Kane says that even though he came back a few years ago, Richards gave up and stopped being who he was. That is why, next week, Alex Kane will make Davey Richards perform again when they face each other in a heads-up match for the National Openweight title. Killer Kross will face Matt Cross. After the announcement, we see a video of Jacob Fatu. The Samoan returns the insults to Real 1 and assures that he will kick his ass tonight. 4. Jacob Fatu vs. royal 1: As Fatu makes his entrance, nZo attacks him from behind with an iron bar. Real 1 takes the microphone and provokes Fatu into the ring. nZo goes straight to Fatu's leg and takes advantage of his speed to connect hard blows to the Samoan. Fatu tries to get away but nZo's punishment is too fast. He hit the leg with the ropes and another hit against the post left the Samoan lying on the canvas. nZo goes up to the corner and launches but Fatu intercepts him with a Dropkick. Fatu gets up and goes to por nZo who receives him with a kick to the groin causing him to be disqualified. Winner: Jacob Fatu by disqualification: Without time for anything, both fighters continue to hit each other in the center of the ring. The officers are forced to act and take nZo out leaving Jacob Fatu in the ring. The Samoan, trying to find Real 1, launches himself against the melee of MLW officials and referees with a tremendous Splash. However, 'The Certified G' manages to run away before Fatu fell. Don't forget to visit Solowrestling, the website with all the INDIES news. Follow us on social networks, Facebook, Youtube, Twitter and Instagram. 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WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE IN THE DADZAWA FAMILY AS INCORRECT QUOTES 
this is also just me projecting my love for all of them. this is in no way shape or form organized. 
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Present Mic and Y/N, doing karaoke: AND I KNOW WE WEREN'T PERFECT BUT I'VE NEVER FELT THIS-
Y/N: WAAAAAAAAAAAY FOR NOOOO ONEEEE Present Mic: 😲OH🤩YEAH!💃THAT'S✨MY😩KID!☝️ *hizashi inhales*: AND I- Aizawa, grabbing his bandage and pulling him in: if you two don't shut up right now I'm going to drive you to Chuck e cheese and LEAVE you there, understood? Y/N and Present Mic swallowing: understood. --- Eri, playing with dolls upstairs while y/n’s at hero training: and then, then, the prince comes!! Tada!! And then the princess on the tower gets saved, and- Shinsou: why does the prince always save the princess. Eri: what? Shinsou: not every woman needs a man to save them- Y/N, bursting in through the door: YOU GOT THAT RIGHT! WOMEN SUPREMACY! Shinsou: ...where did you even come from- Y/N: OH YEAH! POLITICS! Shinsou: those aren't- that isnt- Y/N: OH YEAHHHHHHH!!! ---
Y/N, trying to teach Eri math: if you have 10 cookies and i ask for 5, how many do you have left?
Eri: 0
Y/N: this is basic math, Eri. It’s not even that hard-
Eri: I would give everything to you if you asked, because I love you 🥰
Y/N, holding back tears: gross, absolutely disgusting, get out of my room- 
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Aizawa: Y/N and Shinsou, can you get us a table? 
Y/N: Sure
Shinsou and Y/N, running out of a restaurant with a table: START THE CAR START THE CAR START THE CAR
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Present Mic, at some point: OH YEAH I FORGOT I LEFT THEM AT TRADER JOES ONE SEC
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Present Mic and Aizawa, after getting hit with a quirk during a  rescue: ✨Hē😩pïnnEd💖mE☄️agÂinSt🥵tHe✨wäaLL🤭☝️ "H😲-haRRy🧚‍♀️" I☝️stuttered🥵🥖 "💦😍ShHhH✨🤫HhuSh👂,🦋bAbY🍼goRL🧈" he👐 growled😰😱 "mY🖖🤩moThEr👩‍👦😳WiLL🌟bE🌸upSet,🐟" I🤕 refused🙅‍♂️🌱 🥰mY😩💅hAzEL✨🥱oRbs🧚‍♀️gLiStEnEd🦟🥵iN😖⚔️the🤨🚤suNseT😱 He👐👹graBbEd✨😋oNtO😩📈mY📉😨hiPs,🕵️‍♀️🥤puLLinG✨🐛mE🌸 iN.🎥 "🙄THaT👆abU$iVe☝️jiMin😼wiLL🤸nEvEr 🍃huRt🦗yoU🏩agAin,🥲bAby 🍼🤪gOrL.🇫🇷" HaRrY😨🥤sAiD🤩 "😩🤸ThAnK💗yoU,🎇h-HarRy💠"🐑I mAnAgEd🤙aS😝🤩 hE👅puLLeD👁️✨mE👺inTo 🙄a 😔kisS😽" "🙇‍♂️AnYtHing🫀fOr🦶yoU,😖🦋BabY🐣🥵gOrL🍼"
Y/N: ...how the fuck are they doing that
Shinsou, crying: I don’t know
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Mirio, coming over for the holidays: Haha! And there’s my favorite kid of the famliy, c’mere!
Y/N, arms open wide, ready for a hug: Mirioooo! I-
Mirio, scooping up Eri in his arms: Eri, how’ve you been? 
Y/N:
Shinsou: Are you okay-
Y/N, shaking: I hate it here
Shinsou, patting Y/N’s back: It’s the same every year.
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Y/N, dying their hair at 2am with a Walmart bag and Kool-Aid:
Aizawa, hair up in cat-shaped rollers, wearing a matcha green face mask and in Mic’s hot pink bathrobe: ...what are you doing? 
Y/N: Aagh! S-sorry, I didn’t mean to be that loud, I just wanted to-... uhm, what are you wearing?
Aizawa, looking down:
Y/N:
Aizawa: 🧍
Y/N: 🧍
Aizawa: 👁👄👁
Y/N: 👁👄👁
Aizawa and Y/N, in unison: Let’s both agree to never speak of this again. 
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Waiter: Can I get you anything?
Present Mic: I’ll have a milkshake with two straws.
Aizawa: *blushes*
Present Mic, putting both straws in mouth: Watch how fast I can drink this.
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Aizawa, bring his entire fam on a work day:
All Might: Shinsou! We do not curse words at the moment, there are children present
Eri, in the distance: FUCK!
(bonus: bakugou: good fuckin’ job)
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can i headcanon aizawa and shinsou as lactose intolerant because i want to headcanon them as lactose intolerant as someone (me) who is lactose intolerant
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Y/N and Shinsou, standing over a broken cat mug: Before you say anything...
Mirio:
Eri:
Present Mic:
Aizawa: *raises eyebrows*
Shinsou:..that’s it. We just don’t want you to say anything.
Y/N, quietly: run?
Shinsou, whispering back: run.
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Don't fall in love with me
MJFXFem!Reader
Part 2
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Part 1/??
Kinda short but if you guys like it I'll continue with the series
*NOT PROOF READ*
Summary:
Both MJF and Y/N have reputations in the company for being the biggest dicks EVER. But with a mutual enemy they agree to team up in a mixed tag team match, but what happens when they both break the last rule of their agreement?
*1 WEEK AGO*
3rd Person
"And Still AEW Womes champion! Y/N L/N"
The crowed booded as Aubrey held up
Y/N's hand. Everyone knows Tay Conti should have won, technically while Sammy Gauvara had come out to the ring in a attempt to help Tay, she had pinned Y/N for 3, but much to Y/N's luck she had retained due to this distraction. Sammy was already in the ring when the bell rung annocing the win, and alough she hated this couple with a buring passion, she coudnt help feel a pang of jeously. No one had ever cared for her like that and everyone could see it on her faces ad she looked at them, clutching her blet tight befor leaving the ring without looking back.
*Present*
Y/N's POV
I sat in my dressing room strolling mindlessly on Instagram when I came across a post. It was a screenshot took at my revolution match last week, I was looking over at Tay and Sammy with a sad look on my face, I scoff and turn on my phone not wanting to read the caption. Being a bitch had many benefits, for example no one bothered my outside the ring, but this over time had become a disadvantage, alough I would never admit it, I would like just one person I could trust with my life, who I would know would always be there. But here we are alone. I look up to see my TV playing the current dynamite live for the arena. My face is filled with digest as I see Tay and Sammy cutting a promo. Its beyone me while they still try to get the crowed on there side. True they hate me and I will always be the villain in whatever fued you put me in, but their realshonship has got on the fans nerves and that's one thing we all agree on.
I watch as MJF makes his way to the ring after his name being mentioned. He it currently in fied with Sammy, he's going after the TNY championship, and honestly i hope he gets it. I ahve never spoken to him, I suppose he's jn the same boat ad me,the fans hate him more than me, witch is hard to achieve. I zone out before I hear my name being called out on the television.
"Y/N! "
Tay shouts just befor MJF us about to cut one of his many promos. I look up from my phone to are her directly staring at the camra.
"I know your watching this from whatever lonely little hole you live in so why don't you come out to the real word"
I guess that's my que.
I walk out of my dressing room in my sweats and walk past the production team. No words or thumbs up exchanged they just play my entrance music and I walk out not bothering to grab a mic and I assumed she just wanted to fight.
As I make my way to the ring I suddenly realise how strange this is. Max has the same look on his face, we exchange noods knowing that even thought we have never meet or talked, in this senoro we are allias and are facing a mutual enemy. I enter the ring only to see Tay and Sammy giving a look to eachouther, as I'd they have just had the best idea in the word.
"Call me crazy"
Sammy begins
"But iv had a idea"
He looks over at Tay and she continues.
"Considing you two are similar in the way you both willow in your own self pity, we have thought a mixed tag match at Double ot Noithing"
The crowed loses it at this suggestion I look over to see Max getting ready to say something on the microphone. I'm guessing to turn down the offer, I hope so anyways, I don't work well with others and neither dose Max.
"Winner takes all"
Max adds with a serious expression on his face, then a idea hits me only I don't have a microphone, I look over at Max and I gestured to borrowed his, he looks annoyed bit still hands the mic over.
Then something unexpected, stuiped and down right cringy happend. When he passed over the microphone for a slip second out hand touched. Then all of a sudden I fell like a girl with a crush all over again, expect this time I'm not 12 years old and not a nerd. I'm a women rhe AEW women champion and and I know for a fact that this is just because I haven't been a realshonship for so long. I manege to pull myself together to add my speculations to the match witch I don't want to do anyways but this might give me some motivation.
"If you lose, Tay cant challenge for the AEW women's championship again"
The crowed gives a mixed response. Halpy about the new specuation but I'm assumg sad that Tay won't get a rain
"Done"
Tay says
"Done"
Adds Sammy.
Max now gestures for the mic of me. Our hands brush again and I scoled myself for not getting a mic befor coming out then all of this woundt be a distraction.
"Let's set some ground rules L/N"
His demnre changes from serious to cocky, he is now disregarding Tay and Sammy and looking directly at me
"Number 1. We are doing this to win, no long lasting friendships or whatever however I assume that wasn't be difficult for you since you have this whole lone wolf demner going on for you"
Can't ague with the truth so i simply smile and look at my combat boots I have on.
"Number 2. There is no 'we' you and I, probably me, will pin one of them, you and I and are not a team and you and I are definitely never discussing this once it's over, no attending eachouthet matches, no helping eahcouther if we get attacked. We simply win the belts then leave got it"
I nod my head, still smiling though he'll be in for a nasty shock when he realisees in not scared of him.
"And for the hardest one, don't under any circumstances fall in love with me"
He sticks his hand out to shake. Who the hell dose he think he his, however the rules will keep my social barricage up and only leads for benefits for both of us. I smile sarcasticly and have his hand firmly befor leaving the ring, holding on to my belt tight as my entrance music plays. I look back at the ring to see Max looking back at me, I send him a wink
"See ya at Double or nothing!"
I shout at him, I cant help the smile and my face and it looks like be can't help his either.
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calculated iii, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: You wanted to say that you were able to control yourself around him and not to have wild sex at school. But this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. You wore that pencil skirt for a reason, after all.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, nipple play, choking, m-receiving oral, gagging, pussy spanking, fingering, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft Jimin once again, lol
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Career Week was somewhat of a nightmare.
So much running around, prepping tables, setting up presentations, helping the guests with their computers before their seminars, and you had to be dressed professionally too. Not just ‘nice’ clothes, but white dress shirt, slim black tie, tailored black vest, and matching fitted black slacks. It had to be monotone, it had to be hyper professional, and you had to wear heels.
Why had you agreed to this again?
Oh, yes, Kim Namjoon on his knees begging for help because he was overworked and they needed volunteers. And you, being far too responsible, accepted.
Not only were you also overworked, but Jeon Jungkook was staring at you across the auditorium.
In all-black – leather jacket, high-necked shirt, slim-fit jeans. Sharp jawline, tanned high cheekbones, piercing dark brown eyes, his black hair pushed back with a few strands on his forehead, revealing his clean undercut.
And he was smirking at you.
You highly doubted he was here to investigate prospective career paths. Actually, you were a hundred-and-ten percent positive that that was not the reason he was here and the soreness between your inner thighs proved it. You were willing to bet Park Jimin’s right nutsack.
Yeah, sorry Jimin, but you needed all your body parts.
For one reason, really, and that reason was staring you right now.
Who was going to hire him when he was dressed like that anyway? You certainly wouldn’t. Mostly because it was distracting. No one could work with Jeon Jungkook looking like that. You couldn’t, anyway. Well, maybe if his work was wrecking your–
Get back to your damn task, you scolded yourself.
You were setting up chairs for the cardiologist that was arriving soon. All the doctors always had tons of students listening, so the administration instructed you to pack as many seats that could be crammed into the space without causing a fire hazard. You unfolded the metal chairs, arranging them neatly, already knowing they would be an incomprehensible mess when the students left and that you would be the one cleaning up after them.
Sigh.
Come to think of it, it was all Park Jimin’s fault that you were being violently undressed by Jungkook’s eyes right now. If he had kept his trap shut and let you live in blissful ignorance, maybe you wouldn’t be trying to hide your wincing every time you bent over. You snuck a glance at Jungkook.
He cocked an eyebrow, highly amused.
Never mind, you probably still would have been accosted at Calculus I office hours, except instead of the door being closed and locked and having Jimin’s warning texts, you two probably would have been caught and expelled.
You grumbled and slid a chair into place, taking back your former thoughts and thanking Jimin in your mind. He wasn’t even here to witness your inner struggle.
Jimin probably would have found it funny.
You went back to your chairs, not addressing Jeon Jungkook’s presence anymore because if you looked at him again, you probably would have abandoned your post. And he knew it.
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The next day, you already knew Jungkook would show up again. Mostly because he texted you a winking face of a semicolon and parenthesis, to which you didn’t respond, because you would probably get roped into phone sex in under twenty seconds, and you had to help this extremely riveting lawyer set up his laptop for the projector.
As in, you were ready to tape his mouth shut as he blabbed on and on about his work and how important it was to society, which it was, because defense attorneys were very important, but this guy’s laptop was a fucking hot mess of icons all over his desktop. This was a personal pet peeve of yours, as you liked to be neat and organized, with everything clearly labeled with dates. You didn’t care about most people’s personal habits, but it was annoying when you were trying to assist and the owner of said laptop was not shutting up and demanding noises of affirmation that you were listening.
If it wasn’t Jungkook demanding you to swallow his cock, you honestly couldn’t give a single shit–
You finally got his PowerPoint working and had him scroll through the slides to make sure it was the correct one. He thanked you and you realized the older man was looking at you up and down, the same way Jungkook usually did, except in this case you were not even remotely interested.
Guess everyone had the right to get a good look before they die.
You were wearing a white chiffon blouse with a black silk neck scarf, with a tight knee-length black pencil skirt, sheer tights and sleek black heels. You knew how good your ass looked in this skirt and you had worn it for a specific purpose.
“We will be letting the students in five minutes early to get settled,” you stated briskly, cutting the older man from his daydreams. “You will have forty-five minutes for your presentation, and then we’ll have a fifteen-minute question session, led by my associate, Kim Namjoon here.”
As if on cue, Namjoon appeared, cheerful smile with cute dimples, handing the lawyer a mic.
“Let’s test the microphone and the backup to make sure you don’t have any hiccups,” Namjoon instructed merrily, instantly captivating the man’s attention and diverting it from you.
You mouthed a ‘thank you’ behind the man’s back and Namjoon gave you the tiniest of nods as you excused yourself. Hmph. You knew people would notice – you were wearing makeup for once and would be around students and professionals all day, after all – but to be so shameless and gawk like that was annoying. Plus, the guy probably had a wife and kids.
You made your way to the bathroom to check your appearance. Maybe your makeup was a bit off or something. You had Jimin check you over this morning. Surprisingly, he knew a lot about cosmetics and how to look good in all lighting. Must be a dance major thing.
Ah, the door to the women’s bathroom. You hiked your skirt up a bit do you could use your damn knees to walk, because they had been suffocating for the past two hours–
Long fingers suddenly gripped your upper arm and yanked you around the corner, slamming you into a muscular body and black biker jacket. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but a second hand came to practically lift you off the floor and shove you into the wall.
“Good afternoon, noona.”
A clear, silvery voice.
You couldn’t possibly guess who it was.
“Why, fancy seeing you here, Jung–”
You were abruptly cut off by his lips crashing into yours, one hand grabbing the back of your head and disturbing your perfect bun. You whimpered, feeling him shove you into the wall again, your shoulder blades hitting the painted brick. His tongue slid into your mouth, exhaling into your throat and forcing you swallow his breath. Your hands clutched your skirt, moaning as his hard body pressed yours against the wall.
Jungkook drew back, panting a little. Looking so handsome with his slightly slicked-back hair, black strands around his right eye, chiseled jawline, silver hoops glinting in the hall light. He arched a sculpted eyebrow at you, smirking. His pink lips had a little red on them from kissing you.
“Now, you know you can’t be looking so delicious and not expect me to want to eat you up,” he purred, licking your lips. Your breathing hitched at the touch, unlocking your death grip on your skirt.
“What are you talking about?” you answered evenly despite your panties literally turning into Niagara Falls with the way he was looking at you like a carnivore at an all-meat buffet. “I have to dress like this for Career Week. Everyone has to dress professionally.”
Jungkook nodded, not believing a single word coming out of your mouth. His right hand came up, ink black tattoos against tan skin, and reached around to your bun, slowly pulling the hairpins out. Your skin tingled at the sensation of your hair gradually unravelling.
“A professional that I would hire to sit on my dick,” he mused.
You raised an eyebrow at him, your hair tumbling around your shoulders. “Subtle.”
Jungkook showed you the removed hairpins, opened his jacket, and tucked them in his inner pocket.
“I wouldn’t work for you anyway,” you added haughtily.
With each passing moment, Jungkook was becoming increasingly amused and aroused. You could tell by the way he was shoving his crotch into your thigh and by how wide his smirk was getting. The slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t care.
“Oh? Why not?”
“I don’t know if I could trust someone younger than me to do a good job.”
He was unbuttoning your chiffon blouse now, humming. “I’m good at many things.” His dark eyes flickered to yours. “I think you would know.”
Your hands grabbed his despite him already having all the visible buttons completely open. Cold air drifted onto your heaving chest and white lace bra.
“Jungkook, we’re in a public place, again,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.
“I don’t recall that being a problem,” he drawled, removing his hands from yours and squeezing your ass. “I’m beginning to think you like it.”
You sucked in a breath as his strong hands kneaded you through your skirt. Your hormones would absolutely let Jungkook rip off your clothes right here and let him fuck you, but the sliver of your brain that had any sense at all reminded you that you had to find a closed space. Jungkook slapped your ass, loudly, the sound echoing across the empty hallway. You nearly moaned, but bit your tongue, glaring at him.
“I have to get back,” you snapped. “And look presentable.”
Jungkook licked his teeth. “Hm. You have an hour before you have to appear to the public eye.”
Who the heck told him that? He smirked slyly at you as he saw your reaction.
“I could drag you to the bathroom–”
“At least give me more class than the woman’s bathroom,” you interrupted.
Jungkook looked annoyed that you had cut him off and also looked like he was going to remind you later. His fingers dug into your hips sharply and you gasped, back pressed flat against the wall. He inhaled a deep breath and began again, voice dangerously low.
“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’m going to take you into this classroom that I stole the key for.”
You frowned as Jungkook hoisted you up swiftly, princess-style, shirt still wide open. Fuck, what was he so strong for? He carried you down the hallway to the classrooms. You tried to close your shirt, but he growled at you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed the sides open, letting your bra-covered tits hang out. He seemed satisfied about this.
“Why would you steal a key?” you muttered as he deftly kicked the door open.
Jungkook slid through the door sideways. “So I could fuck you, of course.”
He dropped you and you had to catch yourself on your heels before you broke an ankle and ate shit. Half the lights turned on. You could hear him locking the door as you smoothed your skirt.
You turned to face him, saying, “You shouldn’t be a thief just because you’re horny, Jungkook.”
Jungkook turned around slowly from the now locked door. You were about to say something else, but your words died in your throat as you witnessed the overwhelming lust in his dark piercing eyes.
“I would be a thief, a murderer, and evade taxes for your body,” he snarled, advancing on you.
You pulled your blouse out of your skirt so he wouldn’t rip it, backing up into the desks. “You’ll get caught with the last one,” you said quietly, already removing your blouse and letting it fall onto a spare seat. “First two are acceptable.”
Jungkook grinned devilishly, licking his pink lips.
“Come here.”
You chewed on your lower lip, staring at his beautiful eyes, finding yourself already walking to him, heels clicking loudly in the empty room, but it didn’t matter, because he was the master now and you were the willing servant. Or slave. 
Take your pick.
He smirked at your obedience, placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. His dark orbs lingered down your body, focusing on all his favorite spots, pressing his fingertips into your skin.
“One day,” you said quietly. “We’re going to get in trouble.”
Jungkook’s powerful dark orbs shifted upwards, capturing yours. Time slowed down. You stared into his dark brown eyes, unable to look away, your heart beating in time with his words.
“You’re already in trouble.”
Voice haunting you, teasing smirk on his lips, and perfectly in command.
“From the second you let me have my hands on you.”
You gasped as his nails dug into your skin, scratching down your collarbones, leaving red marks. He snapped the straps of your bra, hard, and you whined, eyes pleading for him to take it off. His palms pressed into the lace cups, squeezing them roughly. Tongue dancing in between his lips as he felt your nipples harden, barely covered by the lace.
“You’re so dirty, noona,” he purred, lowering his palms and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric, smirking at your wanton moan. “Wearing such slutty underwear under these professional clothes.”
You whimpered as he tugged on them. “No one’s going to see them but you, Jungkook.”
He clamped your nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, dragging you to him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip, pussy throbbing as you collided with his firm chest. His breath was scorching hot against your skin, making you shiver.
“What if someone finds out? Some idiot like a perverted old man staring at your ass in this skirt?”
You snorted. “I’ll rip his head off.”
Jungkook snickered, flicking your nipples with your answer. “You wouldn’t let me do it for you?”
Your hips rolled into his, hands on his waist to keep yourself up as he played with you. “I’ll reattach it for you so you can do the same.”
He laughed, almost a little too jovially for the part he was playing, but then he was back, tipping his head close to yours, blowing soft air onto your lips. You frowned, glaring at him for the lack of kiss.
“If possible, you’re even hotter dressed like this,” Jungkook murmured, his forehead against yours. “So prim and proper, even with a cute gag tied around your neck,” he added, playing with the ends of your neck scarf. “You could be a CEO, and I could be the janitor fucking you on your penthouse-floor desk.” He was undoing your scarf now, teasing it apart, making you breathless. “Maybe fuck you against the window so everyone can see how good I make you feel, noona.”
“Give yourself a little more credit than a janitor,” you muttered, stiffening as Jungkook ran his fingertips over your throat, nails grazing your skin.
“True, I would rather be your secretary so I can follow you around and stare at your ass in this skirt,” he chuckled, lacing his fingers around your neck. Thumb under your ear, the other four fingers under your other ear. You made eye contact with him. He looked almost bored, one of his eyebrows raised, but he was watching you, predatory and attentive.
“I know what I’m doing.”
His whisper was so soft that you barely heard it, but the words were there.
His grip tightened around your throat.
You gasped, feeling the blood flow thinning, hazing your mind. Jungkook watched your expression, reaching around with the hand that was holding your scarf, unclasping your lace bra. You could feel it fall down your arms, but your thoughts were rapidly being clouded by lightheadedness and lust, Jungkook smirking at you as he lifted the silk scarf into your vision.
“J… Jungkook…” you choked out.
The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you as he grinned, brushing the silk against your hard, abused nipples, touch so light, and yet it made your whine, wanting more stimulation but unable to ask because you knew he was toying with you.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook taunted. “Not intense enough for my naughty noona?”
He choked you harder and you couldn’t respond, eyes rolling back into your head as black spots danced in your vision, the sensation intensifying but still not enough, not enough, and you shoved your hips into his repeatedly, whimpering, hands clutching his black shirt, nails digging into his abs.
“So needy for me,” he breathed, feathery touches of silk against your nipples. “Are you only mine?”
He leaned forward, loosening his grip a little. The blood violently rushed back into your head and all you could hear Jungkook’s cruel whisper of your name, tearing a moan from your lips, a raspy yes, yes, fuck, Jungkook, I’m only yours.
He chuckled darkly.
Then he forced you to your knees, tits bouncing uncomfortably as you slid on your heels, knees hitting the tile floor. You clutched his clothed legs, panting, brain only half-functioning due to the lack of blood and the relentless teasing. You lifted your head back up to look at him, panting hard.
Jungkook cracked his neck sharply, a harsh pop. “I want to believe you, noona, but you’re dressed so fucking sexy that I can’t.” His dark eyes bore into you, tearing you up, and you were dripping onto your inner thighs. He emphasized his words with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Letting other people fantasize about this body that belongs to me isn’t acceptable.”
His hands reached down, fingers of his right hand playing with the button of his pants, tattoos dancing with his movement. He smirked as you watched him, eyes darting from his face to his hands. Shit, you were nearly drooling with anticipation. You swallowed as he teased the button free.
“You gonna show me that you remember who you belong to?”
You nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, but it was doomed now anyway because Jungkook was lowering the zipper, pushing down his pants and underwear, past his muscular thighs. It was obvious this was getting him off as much as it was getting you off, because he was rock-hard, leaking, tip already a dark red. Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and shoved his hips into your cheek, smearing his pre-cum onto your skin, all the way up to your cheekbone. He hissed, using his hand to press the head against your temple, nearly into your hair.
Fuck, he was so fucking close to your mouth, but he wasn’t letting you have it.
Damnnit.
Your tongue snaked out and softly licked his balls, eyes on his face, watching him tip his head back and moan. You licked more, creeping your head closer, pressing your lips against his hot skin. He was letting you do it, holding his cock out of the way as you wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked, pushing them around with your tongue, pleading noises in your throat, begging him for his cock as you bobbed your head up and down under his hips.
Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted down to you, triumphant grin on his lips.
“You want to swallow my cock, noona?” he teased, smacking it against your face, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting your cheek to his cock. You narrowed your eyes at him, as if to say, no fucking shit, you punk ass bitch, and he chuckled deep in his chest. He looked past your head, down your back.
“Such a nice ass.”
You smacked his leg, aware that he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. He smirked knowingly, placing his palm on your forehead and pushing you off his balls.
“Swallow it all and don’t choke,” Jungkook snarled, shoving his cock into your open mouth.
Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, relaxing your throat muscles as Jungkook forcefully pushed into your lips, sighing with satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt, his strong fingers tangled in your hair.
“Fuck, so good,” he moaned, making his cock throb into the roof of your mouth. You whined, hands on his hips, waiting for him to let you move. “Your throat feels so fucking good, noona. If only they knew how good you are, how perfectly slutty you are for me.” He snickered, releasing his hand, glaring down into your eyes.
“But they’re never going to know, because you’ll never service another cock ever again.”
You whimpered, nails digging into his thighs.
He ticked his chin at you. “Go on, noona. Show me how much you love my cock.”
You began to move, pressing your tongue against the bottom as you slid up and down his length, moaning at his taste. So good. You generated more saliva and ran it all over the head, sucking hard. He inhaled sharply as you teased the sensitive underside, tongue against the opening.
“That’s it,” Jungkook breathed. “Give it to me like you mean it.”
You gripped his thighs and began to bob your head back and forth, ramming the head into the back of your throat and squeezing it before arching your neck so it ran across the roof of your mouth and then back down so it hit your throat again. Was this going to make you hoarse? Probably, but you didn’t a single shit, because Jungkook moaning for you and telling you how good you were was much more important. The pace was slow at first, but you went faster and faster, tighter, your breasts bouncing with every movement, eyes closed to savor his taste and steel your concentration of not gagging because Jungkook was so big, so thick, so perfectly rough, and your tongue could feel him throbbing inside your mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled above you, nearly feral with desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum down that perfect throat of yours, noona.”
His thighs tensed under your hands and you knew he was close. You increased the intensity, neck straining, already aching with how fast you were going.
“Drink it all and don’t fucking waste it.”
Jungkook grabbed you by your hair and thrusted his hips into your face, moaning lustfully as he shot into your mouth, hot creamy strings into your throat. You swallowed fast to avoid choking, gulping loudly as he gave you more, more, fuck it was so delicious that you gasped, swirling your tongue around his jerking cock and lapping it all up. Whimpering, you wrapped your lips around the head and milked it dry, rubbing your lips against the skin where the head and length connected.
“You’re so fucking good,” Jungkook sighed, running his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. “So messy and dirty. I love it, noona.” He pressed your mouth down his entire length and held you there.
Your name drifted out of his lips, a sweet exhale.
He kept you there. You felt some of your spit drip down your chin and hit your breasts. You flinched at the coldness, still holding onto his hips. Jungkook finally looked down at you, chest heaving, panting. He looked like he wanted to say something. You shot him a questioning look, unable to respond, mouth still full of his cock.
He released your head, untangling his fingers from your hair. You drew your mouth back, rubbing your jaw and throat a little. Jungkook had a strange expression, lips parted, brows furrowed, the muscles in his neck tensed. He seemed a bit spaced out. You tilted your head.
Something felt off.
You stood up with as much grace as you could, knees aching, heels snapping to the tile floor. He still wasn’t looking at you. You backed up, to the desks, finding a study one.
“Jungkook.”
You smacked the wood loudly with your flat palm.
He whipped his head towards you, dark eyes flashing. Perfect. You smirked, placing your hands on your pencil skirt. Sank your fingers in, gripping the fabric. Jungkook’s voracious eyes watched your movement, each hike revealing more and more of your legs. A slow smirk formed on his lips. You yanked your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your white lace panties and sheer pantyhose, black fabric bunched around your waist.
Jungkook reached down and pulled his pants up, raising his eyebrows as he walked over, lower lip in between his teeth as he grinned at you.
“That’s a dangerous position to be in, noona,” he purred. “You know I love fucking you on a desk.”
You bounced your ass up onto the table, closing your legs, knees together. Placed your hands on your lap, pushing your tits together. Jungkook licked his lips, the predatory glint back in his eye. You kept your tone stern, with a hint if disapproval.
“Really? Because for a second there, I was beginning to think you lost your nerve.”
The menace in his eyes made your shiver with anticipation. You could tell Jungkook liked it too, your word selection, your tone, your defiance. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, and it fell to the floor with an oppressive thump. You sucked in a tight breath. The shirt was short sleeved, exposing his tattooed right forearm and his equally beautiful tanned left one. Some of his long black hair was falling down, brushing against his right cheekbone.
His eyes were so dark that you felt like they were devouring you.
Jungkook placed his large hands on your knees and vehemently shoved them apart, spreading your legs wide. He gave you a cold, expressionless stare as he placed a hand on your stomach, putting you onto your elbows, hips tipped up towards him. You were embarrassingly wet, juices soaked into your inner thighs, lace panties already molded to your soaked folds, the sheer pantyhose doing nothing to protect you from him and his hungry eyes. His voice was icy, making your pussy throb with need.
“Noona, if you close your legs, I’m going to punish you,” Jungkook warned.
Part of you wanted to know what the punishment was, but the other part of you really wanted to orgasm, so kept your snide remark to yourself and simply nodded.
Jungkook removed his hands from your knees and placed them on your shuddering breasts. Fuck. You hadn’t realized you were so horny until Jungkook touched you. A pained whimper strained in your throat.
The side of his lips curved upwards.
“Does my dirty, slutty noona want to be fucked?” His nails sank down, digging into your skin. “Do you want to be used by me, your tight little pussy stretched out and pleading for more?” Jungkook leaned forward, breathing into your face, growling whisper against your lips. He pinched your nipples and you moaned, wanting to kiss him, but knowing he wasn’t going to let you. He chuckled darkly, seeing your desperation.
“Do you want to be a slave for Jungkookie’s cock, noona?”
Fuuuuuuuck.
Your heart was beating so fast that your breathing was coming out in little gasps as he twisted your nipples harshly, rubbing the tips with his thumb. Your legs shook, threatening to close because the lack of friction was killing you.
“Y-yes, Jungkook, fuck yes.”
He yanked on your nipples and slapped them, making you hiss with pain, flinching as the sting shot up your chest. Jungkook reached into his back pocket and produced the silk neck scarf.
“Keep quiet for me noona or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me.”
And then he shoved your own scarf into your parted lips, gagging you. Not a second too soon, because, without warning, Jungkook immediately spanked your barely clothed clit. You yelped around the silk, thighs quivering. He gripped one of your thighs, digging his nails into it, tearing the sheer pantyhose a little.
“Don’t move and take it,” he snarled.
Your back arched as Jungkook began to slap your pussy, hard, unforgiving, loud, and making you wetter and wetter, so much so his hand was slipping a little with each smack. You screamed around the scarf, hips trembling as they rose to meet each hit, flaring pain in between your thighs but so, so good. He clenched his jaw, dark eyes on your quickly reddening pussy lips that were sucking your panties deeper and deeper into your slit.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot and so fucking perfect for me.”
He removed his hand from your thigh and ripped the center seam of your pantyhose apart.
You started, eyes widening as you watched him tear through it, yelling at him through the scarf. You still needed to wear those! The small tears were one thing, but a full-on giant rip at the crotch was not going to be comfortable to wear for the rest of the day.
Jungkook smirked, raising a hand to his ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”
You glared at him and was about to remove the scarf from your mouth to scold him, but his smirk turned into a roguish grin.
“Hm? Slap you harder and abuse your clit?”
You paled.
“My pleasure.”
You threw you head back as Jungkook mercilessly spanked your now only lace-covered clit, impossibly fast, towering over you and hooking his arm under your back, dragging you to him, arching your spine more, more, so your tits were straight up, bouncing right in his face as he changed from smacking your clit to rubbing it just as fast, rougher, so intense you were hoarsely wailing into the gag.
All of a sudden, your orgasm violently rammed into you, pleasure racking your entire body, amplified by stinging pain. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetly squelching as Jungkook breathed hotly down on your nipples, still rubbing you through your orgasm, not letting up. You shook your head furiously, trying to tell him it was too much, that you were too sensitive, but you didn’t lift your hands to stop him, only spreading your fingers against the table, palms flat as your hips raised to his fingers.
You felt his hair brush against your nipples as he licked your cleavage, smirking up at your face.
“One more and then I’ll fuck you the way I want to, noona.”
Your legs were losing feeling from how hard you were locking them in place as you felt Jungkook pry your lace panties out of your pussy, shoving them to one side. Oh shit. You moaned as you felt him shove two fingers into you, eyes squeezing shut as he added a third, scissoring them as he smiled cruelly at you, eagerly watching your reaction.
“Such a greedy pussy, sucking in my fingers like this,” Jungkook drawled, your walls clenching around them, feeling every callus and every joint, all the way to his knuckles. “All mine, my beautiful, slutty noona.”
You would have asked Jungkook what the time was if your brain could still function, but your brain timed itself out, because Jungkook was thrusting his fingers into you now, filling you up, and feeding your need and desperation, assaulting your pussy with pleasure. The pain of your stinging, puffy lips rubbing against his hand added to the ecstasy, heightening it, your moaning now unintelligible behind the silk scarf that was saturated with your saliva. The sound was obscene, sloppy smacking sounds of your drenched hole getting pounded into the desk.
You threw your head back and choked out his name around the makeshift gag, throbbing pussy clamping down on his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid gushed out onto his palm, the back of his hand, dripping down to his wrist. It was so intense that your entire body jerked up into Jungkook’s face, hitting him with your tits.
If Jungkook was mad about it, he didn’t show it. He wrenched his slick fingers out and you whined, watching him with glazed eyes as licked them off, ferally growling at your taste. He released your back from his arm and you slid down, laying against the desk, panting.
“You taste extra delicious today, noona,” he chuckled. “Candy always tastes better in cute packaging.”
You barely had time to register that Jungkook had just compared you to a fucking convenience store snack before he yanked down his pants again, whipping out a foil packet and ripping it open. Less than a second and the condom was on, and then Jungkook shoved his cock into you, a startled gasp dying in your very over-used throat.
Jungkook moaned your name above you, softly and lustfully, pulling your hips closer to him so he was all the way inside you. You clenched around his length and he sighed, small smirk on his pink lips, eyelids fluttering.
“You’re going to kill me one day with how perfectly tight you are for me,” he mumbled.
Your eyes found his and he grinned, looking down at you through his lashes, his hair obscuring half his face.
Fuck, you could stare at him all day.
Jungkook placed your legs around his waist, finally letting them rest from the forced spreading. He roughly jerked his hips into yours and you whimpered, nails clawing into the desk. His fingers dug into your hips and he set his jaw, beginning a hard, fast pace, slapping your hips together, fucking you into the desk. It scraped noisily into the floor, but neither of you cared, you abused pussy lips rubbing against his crotch every time his hips met yours, carried to new heights of pain and pleasure, loving every second, every moment of Jungkook using you to chase his own orgasm, his cock swelling and dragging against your tight walls. So much. So full.
You could never be satisfied with another cock.
“Fuck.”
Jungkook hissed, grip on your hips tightening, bruising you with his fingertips.
“Fuck, noona, I love you.”
Your heart stopped.
And then your orgasm crashed down, overtaking you completely, your head smacking the desk and seeing stars, clenching around Jungkook’s cock and pulsating violently around his length, soaking his thighs with your juices, scent so strong you were sure whatever class that was going to use this lecture hall next was going to smell your cum splattering to the floor.
Jungkook gritted his teeth and rammed his hips into you, dragging you down to meet every thrust, intensifying your orgasm, ripping your pantyhose even more. Once, twice, three times, and he groaned, shuddering as he spilled into the condom, cock shivering inside you as he came. You could feel how much it was, pressing against your walls.
His long hair was all over his face, black strands clinging to his tan skin, sweat dripping off his chin, pink lips quivering, dark eyes roaming over your fucked-out form. Panting hard, matching your heavy, grating breaths behind your now saliva-drenched neck scarf. After a long moment, Jungkook reached down and held onto the condom, slowly pulling out of you.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
You reached up with a shaking hand, pulling the silk out of your mouth. It came out in a long strip of fabric, smacking against your cheek as your removed it from your lips.
Holy.
Fuck.
You sat up, your body screaming at you, seeing Jungkook breathing hard, tying up the condom.
“Did you just tell me you love me?”
Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He chewed on his lip, biting it hard before facing you. Dark brown eyes suddenly vulnerable, scared. It was the most uncharacteristic expression you had ever witnessed on Jeon Jungkook’s chiseled, handsome face.
“Uh… yeah.”
There was a moment where you realized both you two were mostly naked in a random classroom, clothes thrown everywhere, having made a mess once again.
“Sorry,” Jungkook added quickly. “It slipped out.”
You blinked at him. “Why are you apologizing?”
He rubbed his nose, looking away.
“Well… aren’t you just fucking me because you like to be dominated?”
You frowned. “No, I’m fucking you because I’m in love with you.”
You saw Jungkook freeze. He turned his head robotically, eyes wide and doe-like. “R-really?”
You looked down to notice that your heels were on the tile floor. When had you lost those? You grumbled, trying to straighten out your panties and the remains of your pantyhose. It was doomed. You shrugged, dangling your legs over the edge of the desk as you looked back at Jungkook and his surprised expression. You raised an eyebrow.
“Are you really that much of an idiot?” you muttered, your own cheeks burning, letting out a puff of annoyed air. “Yes, I love you. Why else would I tolerate you staring at me like I’m some kind of zoo animal? Why else would I risk getting in trouble by running around like this? Why else would I let you fuck me at school, in the middle of the damn day, again?”
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm… because I’m hot?”
You rubbed your forehead and sighed exasperatedly, standing up, instantly wincing. Jungkook took a step forward to catch you, but he almost tripped on his pants down his ankles. You caught yourself against the desk and raised a hand, shaking your head.
“Pack your damn dick,” you muttered. You yanked your tights down your legs, removing them and balling them up. They were useless now anyway. You found your bra and put it back on as you eyed your chiffon blouse. Good thing it wasn’t ripped. It only took you a moment to slip it back on, rebuttoning it and tucking it into your skirt. You pulled your pencil skirt back down, straightening it, thighs immediately sticking together from your own fluids.
Yup, still no more comfortable than yanking your pants back on after a session with Jungkook.
You noticed him putting his leather jacket back on and picking up the condom wrapper. He took the silk scarf from the table and shoved it in his back pocket. You went back to him to gather your shoes, but he knelt down, holding out your black heels as if you were Cinderella.
“I can just–”
“Step.”
His tone was sharp and you immediately obeyed, raising your foot and stepping into your shoe. First one, then the other. Jungkook stood back up, exhaling a little. You looked up at him. His chocolate eyes flitted about tensely. He opened his mouth to speak.
“Do you… uh…”
You cut him off. “Jungkook, if you cheat on me, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.”
He cringed. “Ouch.”
You took the used condom and the wrapper bits from him, shoving them into your balled-up pantyhose. You marched towards the door confidently, pain shooting throughout your body with every step. Jungkook called after you.
“Your hairpins.”
You turned your head back a little.
“You can drop them off at my apartment later.”
And then you unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom.
Park Jimin waved at you, grinning. Plump lips curved into a mischievous smile, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. You almost jumped seeing him standing there. What the fuck is with this guy’s timing? He eyed your hand holding your ruined pantyhose and you put it behind your back, glaring at him.
“I told Namjoon you had a lady emergency.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you before holding up your phone and black purse, the belongings you had left in the back room. “You took longer than you should have.”
You felt your ears burn. “Shit. I need to get back.”
“To Jungkook, yeah,” Jimin chimed teasingly, making you glower at him.
Of course. Jungkook had turned Jimin into his scout for your escapades. Fantastic. You suddenly felt a strong presence behind you. The door had opened and Jungkook’s arm snaked around your waist, yanking you possessively to his side. He placed his chin on top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.
“You wanna go on a date, noona?” Jungkook purred, his free hand playing with the ends of your disheveled hair.
You pursed your lips. “I have to get back and help Namjoon.”
Jimin waved a hand. “He’ll be fine for one day. Plus, you’re being kidnapped.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook slapped his hand over your lips, marching you in the opposite direction of Career Week, Jimin skipping behind you two, cheerfully humming.
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Headcanons in MHA that I havent seen enough of and should be talked about more. (Im gonna keep adding on to this every time i think of a not very well known headcanon)
Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) and Hizashi Yamada (Present mic) have a cat named Bastard. Like seriously why have i seen this more than once in different fics is this like an inside joke or something-
Hizashi Yamada (Present mic) is the homeroom teacher of gen-ed 1-C (the Class that Shinsou is in)
Izuku and Inko are Shimuras: I’ve seen so many dad for one headcannons and theories but only like once or twice have I seen the theory that Inko is a Shimura which makes her related to Nana Shimura which makes Izuku related to Nana Shimura which makes them related to Shigaraki. You see Midoriya is Izukus fathers last name. We dont really know Inkos maiden name.
The Red Shoe Theory: This theory has been showing up a lot more and i really like it. Its still a little unpopular compared to some other theories though. The theory is that quirkless people have to wear this specific shoe brand because of their extra pinky toe joint. Thats why Izuku has to wear those red shoes all the time. People use this in a lot of different ways. For example Aizawa learns Midoriyas quirklessness by figuring out about his shoes.
Blasian deku: A headcannon that izukus blasian! Half asian half black. Theres hardly anything of it on tumblr and close to none on ao3. Its a headcannon thats mostly run on tik tok. It was stemmed from a manga panel where izuku has an afro. People also connect it to more popular headcannons that is black mina and latino/hispanic sero. There are cute ideas like Mina helping Izuku tame his hair and properly take care of it.
Midoriya the villain magnet: this is about as canon as it gets. This headcannon is more of a play on words and midoriya being a “villain magnet” is used in a lot of fics. It annoys and worries the hell out of all might that young Midoriya will run into a villain like 3 times a week.
Kirishima has two moms: Honestly don’t know where this headcannon stemmed from but for some reason it just fits.
Todoroki is non binary/goes by he/they pronouns: I dont know where this headcanon came from either but it also just fits.
Bakugou and midoriya are brothers: Where Midoriya and Bakugou are less romantically involved (which is a very popular ship) and more or less have this sibling relationship.
Momo yaoyorozu is chubby: This makes complete perfect sense because she creates stuff out of her fat, she would need a lot of body mass to do this. So it would make sense for her to be chubby.
Recovery girl gives gummies: Not really a headcanon but just something that randomly happens often in fics that i dont think ive ever seen actually happen in the anime. She just- she just gives gummies to patients after their treated. Its happened enough that makes me wonder WHY it’s happened so many times.
Eraserhead fights quirkless: technically canon and talked enough to be a semi popular “headcanon”, but i like it a lot and i just want people to be aware of it. I like to think that Izuku kinda looks up to Eraserhead because of how he fights quirkless and evens out the playing field. If Izuku never got OFA i think Eraserhead would be a big motivator for him.
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MCU: Logan Barnes-Stark- Iron Man 2 (part i)
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Pairing: Tony Stark x IronKid!OC (Logan Barnes)
Summary: Tony and Logan's relationship has taken a rocky turn after the last few months. Tony comes clean about why, leaving Logan's heart in pieces. New decisions are made for Stark Industries.
Warnings: curse words, blood, mentions of death, bullets + missiles, other weaponry, electric shocks, death threats, hospitals, IVs, explosions, fire, etc.
Word Count: 4667
April 20, 2010, Flushing, New York, USA
“You are clear for exfiltration over the drop zone.” The pilot informed us as the ramp began to open.
Tony and I ran for it, launching ourselves into the air. While I tried to keep it a straight shot, Tony circled the fireworks in the air. One of them grazed his suit, and I heard him mumble a curse.
“You okay?” I unmuted my mic.
“Just peachy.”
I could tell he spoke through gritted teeth. I muted myself again and let out a sigh. Tony and I had fought, a week ago, about the suits. We were on Mark IV, both of us. The suits were perfect, yet Tony kept creating more. I couldn’t wrap my head around why, and when I asked, he got angry.
I hovered above the entrance, waiting for him to finish his obstacle course. He zoomed right past me and I sighed again, powering my suit to catch up with him. We landed together on the stage. The crowd roared, and I already knew I’d have a migraine by the time the night was over.
The dancers kept going as the stage opened up, the machinery to de-suit us rising up and doing its job. Tony grinned the second his face was visible, and I tried to remain neutral. The press always paid more attention than him, but the last thing we needed was someone claiming a scandal because I had frowned at the Expo.
The machines, done with their tasks, went back under the stage, leaving Tony and I in our proper suits. He waved, and I stood a yard away from him, shoulders squared and hands folded over my front. The way things had been going, I felt like a bodyguard and nothing more. The dancers rode out the rest of the song, and the crowd kept screaming just as loud.
“Oh, it’s good to be back!” Tony clapped. “You missed me?” He asked as the crowd chanted his name. “I missed you too.”
“Blow something up!” Someone shouted.
“Blow something up?” Tony repeated. “”I already did that.”
The crowd laughed, but went silent once they saw that Tony had put his serious face on. He began to talk with his hand, and I sighed, knowing he was going to start being cocky.
“I’m not saying the world is enjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace in years because of me.” He spoke over the crowd’s cheers. “I’m not saying that from the ashes of captivity, never has a greater phoenix metaphor been personified in human history.” He held his arms wide.
I bit my tongue and looked the other way. The motion was something he used to do at his weapons presentations. People kept screaming and shouting. There were whistles now, and the pizza I had eaten earlier was starting to make my whole stomach churn.
“I’m not saying that Uncle Sam can kick back on a lawn chair, sipping on an iced tea, because I haven’t come across anyone who’s man enough to go toe-to-toe with me on my best day!”
The crowd roared again. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. The only reason Tony and I had both gotten so accustomed to hand-to-hand combat in the suits was because we trained with each other. I went toe-to-toe with him on his good days and his bad days.
“I love you, Tony!” A woman shouted.
“Please, it’s not about me.” Tony shook his head. “It’s not about you. It’s not even about us. It’s about legacy. It’s about what we choose to leave behind for future generations.” He held his arm out, gesturing to me.
I puffed my chest and strided forward as Tony began to speak again.
“That’s why for the next year, and for the first time since 1974, the best and brightest men and women of nations and corporations the world over will pool their resources, share their collective vision, to leave behind a brighter future. It’s not about us.”
The crowd cheered again, and Tony kept going.
“Therefore, what I’m saying, if I’m saying anything, is welcome back to the Stark Expo. And now, making a special guest appearance from the great beyond to tell you what it’s all about, please welcome my father, Howard.”
I looked up from my spot on the floor, eyes wide. Tony hadn’t said anything about anything relating to Howard. He beckoned for me to follow as he walked off-stage and a video began to play on the screen.
“Why wouldn’t you say anything?” I hissed.
“It didn’t seem important.” Tony poured himself a drink.
I scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”
He ignored me, instead pulling something out of his pocket and fiddling with it. I kept my eyes on the screen until I heard a beep. I looked over my shoulder, but Tony had pocketed the device.
“Tony?” I made sure my tone was soft.
“I’m fine.” He waved me off. “Let’s go.”
We walked down the hallway in silence, meeting Happy and a member of the staff at a set of double doors. Happy tossed Tony a jacket.
“Alright, it’s a zoo out there.” He warned.
“Looks like you get me up your ass all night.” I gave Tony my most sarcastic smile.
He only rolled his eyes at me as the staff member opened the door. The greetings seemed to be a blur. Tony signed photos, talked to little kids, and shook hands. The only issue was a girl who tried to write her number on his hand. I had to pull her off while Happy led Tony away.
We broke through the doors, back into the crisp air. I sighed as Happy and Tony joked, leaving me feeling left out.
“Look what we got, the new model.”
“Hey, does she come with the car?” Tony grinned.
I looked up to see a woman standing in front of our car as Happy responded that he hoped so. I took the lead, holding my hand out.
“Logan Barnes-Stark, and you are?”
“Marshal.” She smiled.
“Irish. Where you from?” Tony asked, immediately stepping in front of me to talk to her.
“Bedford.” She grinned.
“I’m on the wheel.” Tony reminded Happy. “What’re you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” She grinned again.
“Yeah? You found me.”
We piled into the car and I huffed as Tony flirted with the woman. “What’re you up to later?”
“Serving subpoenas.” She slid a piece of paper into his hand.
“Yikes.” He took his hand away, leaving her with the paper.
I reached over from the backseat and plucked it from her hand. “He doesn’t like being handed things.”
“Yeah, I have a peeve.”
“I’ve got it.” I tucked the paper into my jacket pocket.
“You are hereby ordered to appear before the Senate Armed Services Committee tomorrow morning at nine AM.”
“Can I see a badge?” Tony’s eyebrows furrowed.
“You wanna see the badge?” She teased.
I rolled my eyes, letting my head drop against the seat-back as she flashed her badge. He sighed.
“How far are we from D.C.?”
“Less than 250.” I didn’t move from my spot as Tony gunned it.
April 21, 2010, Washington D.C., USA
“Mr. Stark.” A senator banged his gavel. “Could we pick up now where we left off?”
He was twisted around in his seat, trying to talk to Pepper and I. I shook my head. He was mouthing words, but none of them made sense together.
“Mr. Stark, please.”
I pointed up to the senators, eyes wide.
“Yes, dear?” He finally turned.
“Can I have your attention?”
“Absolutely.” Tony readjusted himself.
“Do you or do you not possess specialized weapons?”
“I do not.” Tony leaned forward.
“You do not.” The senator repeated in disbelief.
“I do not. Well, it depends on how you define the word ‘weapon’.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, sinking further into my seat. The legs of my jumpsuit rode up, and I shifted, uncomfortable. Pepper reached for my hand, her fingers brushing past the pink bracelet.
“The Iron Man weapons.” The senator stated.
“My devices do not fit that description.” Tony refuted.
“Well, then.” The senator sat up straight. “How would you describe it?”
“I would describe it by defining it as what it is, senator.”
“As?”
Tony leaned forward, trying to find the words. “It’s a high-tech prosthesis.”
Almost everyone in the room laughed, and I put my head in my hands. Tony defended himself, saying it was the most accurate description he could give.
“It’s a weapon. It’s a weapon, Mr. Stark.” The senator chuckled.
“Please, if your priority was actually the well-being of the American citizen-” Tony continued.
“My priority is to get the Iron Man weapons turned over to the people of the United States of America.” The senator cut him off.
Tony crossed his arms over one another. “Well, you can forget it. I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one. To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself, which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prositution, depending on what state you’re in.”
Pepper and I shared a look as laughter erupted again.
“You can’t have it.”
“Look, I’m no expert-”
“In prostituion? Of course not, you’re a senator. Come on.” Tony cut him off.
Laughter, again. Tony turned back to look at us. Pepper shook her head, disappointed. Tony focused on me. I gave him a deadpan, placing my chin in my hand.
“I’m no expert in weapons.” The senator corrected. “We have somebody here who is an expert in weapons.”
“Oh shit.” I breathed out.
“What is it?” Pepper put her hand on my shoulder.
“I will now call Justin Hammer, our current primary weapons contractor.”
“He took Tony’s job with the military.” I whispered.
“Let the record reflect that I observed Mr. Hammer entering the chamber, and I am wondering if and when any actual expert will also be in attendance.” Tony leaned into his mic.
I pinched the bridge of my nose again. Pepper sighed, fiddling with her hands. I was starting to think I should’ve been sitting up there with him. Murmurs busted throughout the room, and the senator banged his gavel. Hammer pulled the mic up and laughed.
“Absolutely. I’m no expert. I defer to you, Anthony. You’re the wonder boy.” He pointed toward Tony.
That was enough to shut Tony up. He looked the other way, annoyed.
“Senator, if I may. I may well not be an expert, but you know who was the expert?” Hammer pulled the microphone off the table, now standing by a television screen that had the USA seal on it.
“Your dad.” Hammer pointed again. “Howard Stark.”
My eyes shot to Tony. His eyebrows were raised in disbelief.
“Really a father to us all.”
I scoffed aloud and rolled my eyes before looking back to Tony. He was looking away again, shoulders slumped as Hammer continued.
“Let’s just be clear, he was no flower child. He was a lion. We all know why we’re here. In the last six months, Anthony Stark has created a sword with untold possibilities. And yet he insists it’s a shield. He asks us to trust him as we cower behind it. I wish I were comforted, Anthony. I really do.” Hammer’s voice was getting on my nerves. “I’d love to leave my door unlocked when I leave the house, but this ain’t Canada. We live in a world of grave threats, threats that Mr. Stark, and his daughter Logan-”
“Child.” Tony cut in.
“Excuse me?”
“My child. Logan’s gender-fluid, it’s public knowledge. They’re my child, not my daughter.”
A soft smile spread on my face. Tony and I may have been in a fight, but he would never let anyone disrespect me. He looked at me over his shoulder and winked. I let out a chuckle.
“Right.” Hammer brushed him off. “Threats that they cannot protect us from. Threats they will not always be able to foresee. Thank you. God bless Iron Man. God bless America.” He put his microphone back down and took a seat.
The senators clapped, but they were the only ones. “That is well said, Mr. Hammer. The committee would now like to invite Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes to the chamber.”
Tony shot me a glance over his shoulder. I shook my head. I had no idea he would be here.
“Rhodey?” Pepper whispered to me.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, twisting in my seat to watch as Rhodey walked in.
Tony rose from his seat, meeting Rhodey halfway down the aisle. I watched as they shook hands. The murmurs were too much to focus on, so I shut my eyes and listened for their voices.
“Hey buddy. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Tony.
“Look, it’s me, I’m here. Deal with it. Let’s move on.” Rhodey’s tone was curt.
After two failed tries, Tony agreed to drop it. They sat down next to each other, and the senator continued.
“I have before me a complete report on the Iron Man weapon, compiled by Colonel Rhodes, and Colonel, for the record, can you please read page 57, paragraph 4?”
“You’re requesting that I read specific selections from my report, senator?” Rhodey questioned.
“Yes, sir.”
“It was my understanding that I was going to be testifying in a much more comprehensive and detailed manner.”
I spun one of the rings on my fingers and stifled a chuckle. Rhodey hadn’t changed in the last year at all.
“I understand. A lot of things have changed today, so if you could just read-”
“You do understand that reading a single paragraph out of context does not reflect the summary of my final-”
“Just read it, Colonel. I do. Thank you.”
“Very well.” Rhodey sighed before readjusting the binder in front of him. “As they do not operate within any definable branch of government,” Rhodey paused, “Iron Man and Mx. Barnes present a potential threat to the security of both the nation and to her interests.”
He looked over at Tony, who wouldn’t meet his eyes. I wrapped my arms around myself with a huff. How could Rhodey think that about us?
“I did, however, go on to summarize that the benefits of Iron Man and Mx. Barnes-Stark far outweigh the liabilities.”
“Uh, uh.” The senator tried to get him to stop talking.
“And that it would be in our interest to fold the Starks-”
“That’s enough.”
“Into the existing chain of command, sir.”
“I’m not a joiner, but I’ll consider Secretary of Defense, if you ask nice.” Tony popped in. “We can mend the hours a little bit.”
People laughed again, and I sighed. We had driven through the night, crashed at a hotel for a few hours, and then came here. It was past noon now. I just wanted to go back to the room and sleep.
“I’d like to go on and show, if I may, the imagery that’s connected to your report.”
“I believe it is somewhat premature to reveal these images to the general public at the time.”
I felt a knot start in my stomach. Tony looked back at Pepper and I.
What images? He mouthed.
Pepper and I looked at each other, then back at him. We were both at a loss.
“With all due respect, Colonel, I understand, and if you could just narrate those for us, we’d be very grateful.” The senator spoke.
Rhodey sighed and motioned for them to bring up the pictures. I peered to see. It was a picture of a compound.
“What?” I whispered to Pepper.
“I’m not sure.”
“Intelligence suggests that the devices seen in these photos are, in fact, attempts at making manned copies of Mr. Stark’s suits. This has been corroborated by our allies and local intelligence on the ground, indicating that these suits are quite possibly, at this moment, operational.”
Tony pulled out his phone and began to tap away at something. I squinted, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
“Hold on a second, buddy. Lemme see something here.” Tony leaned into Rhodey’s mic, tapping his phone again.
The screen changed, and I snorted, holding back a laugh.
“Oh! Boy, I’m good. I commandeered your screens. I need them.” Tony tapped his phone. “Time for a little transparency. Now let’s see what’s really going on.”
“What is he doing?” The senator hissed.
Rhodey leaned in to scold him, and Pepper sighed from next to me.
“Now, if you will please turn your attention to said screens, I believe that’s North Korea.” Tony hit play.
Body-cam footage of their attempt at a suit. Bullets came at it, blood splattered, and the camera fell on its side. The senator urged the bailiff to turn the TV off.
“Iran.” Tony produced another video, similar to the first. “No grave immediate threat here. Is that Justin Hammer? How did Hammer get in the game?” Tony tapped onto the next video.
I let out another laugh as it played. Hammer was trying to produce a suit.
“Justin, you’re on TV. Focus up.”
The senators whispered to each other, and Tony looked back at us with a grin. I shook my head, but I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Hammer finally ripped the cord from the wall with a huff.
“Yeah, I’d say most countries, five, ten years away.” Tony pointed. “Hammer Industries, about twenty.”
“I’d like to point out that that test pilot survived.” Hammer rushed to his mic.
“I think we’re done is the point that he’s making.” The senator rose from his seat. “I don’t think there’s any reason to-”
“The point is, uh, you’re welcome.” Tony cut him off.
“For what?”
“Because, I’m your nuclear deterrent. It’s working. We’re safe. America is secure. You want my property? You can’t have it.” Tony slammed the desk with each word. “But I did you a big favor! I’ve successfully privatized world peace.” He got up and turned to the crowd.
A vast majority of the room got to their feet and clapped.
“What more do you want? I tried to play ball with these ass-clowns.” Tony pointed to the senators behind him.
“Fuck you, Mr. Stark.” The senator spoke into his mic. “Fuck you, buddy.”
Tony was loving the attention.
“We’re adjourned. We’re adjourned for the day. You’ve been a delight.”
Tony blew two kisses before nodding at me. I rose from my seat and followed him through the aisle and out of the courtroom, making sure that Pepper was close behind.
April 23, 2010, Malibu California, USA
“Check pallidum levels.” I heard Tony through the glass.
“Blood toxicity, 24%.” JARVIS responded.
I peered through the panes of the wall. Tony was sitting at his main desk, a small device in front of him. He wiped his pointer finger off on a tissue and set it aside.
“It appears that the continued use of the Iron Man suit is accelerating your condition.”
Over Tony’s shoulder, the computer screen showed a scan of his lungs, large sections highlighted in red. I felt my hands begin to shake. JARVIS said something else, and Tony unclicked his reactor, replacing something in the center of its backing.
“I have run simulations on every known element, but none can serve as a viable replacement for the palladium core.”
Tony clicked the reactor back into place.
“You are running out of both time and options. Unfortunately, the device that’s keeping you alive is also killing you.”
I had heard enough. I punched my code into the keypad, hearing Tony tell JARVIS to mute. I stood in the doorway, looking at him through teary eyes.
“Hey, kid.”
“When were you gonna tell me?”
Tony sighed and hung his head. My chest began to hurt, and I stepped forward, letting the door shut. I took a shaky breath.
“Is this…” I tried to gather my thoughts. “The suits, is this why?”
He only nodded. I took another breath, unable to tear my eyes from him. He didn’t look up.
“How… I-I…” I trailed off, shoulders slumping.
“Logan.” His voice was low.
I couldn’t find the words as I walked over to him. His computer screens had gone to the screen-savers. I sighed again.
“Is this why you’ve been distant too?”
“I’m sorry.”
“How long?”
“What?” He looked up.
“How long until I lose you?”
He didn’t answer.
“JARVIS. Unmute.” I spoke through gritted teeth.
“Logan, don’t-”
“JARVIS, how bad is it?”
“Mr. Stark’s blood toxicity level is at 24%.”
“Twenty-four…” I scoffed, doing the math in my head. “Within less than a year.” I shut my eyes.
“Logan…” Tony sighed as he got out of his chair.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me. His eyes were tired. I shook my head, unable to stop the shudder that tore through my body. He pulled me into his chest, and I could hear the reactor whirring under his shirt.
“Dad.” I whimpered.
“I’m here, bug.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Another sigh. “I didn’t want you to worry.”
I cried into his shirt, stumbling for words once more.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m working on it. I promise you that I’m working on it.”
I looked up, wiping my tears away with the sleeve of my sweater. “You have to stop using the suit.”
“I can’t do that, Logan.”
“You have to. I heard JARVIS, it’s killing you.”
He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me away so that he could see my face. “The reactor is what’s killing me. Not the suit.”
“The suit isn’t helping, sir.”
“JARVIS.” Tony warned.
I looked up at him, and my head began to throb. “What am I supposed to do without you, Dad?”
He sighed as he pulled me into another hug. He rested his chin on my head and rubbed my back. I clung to his shirt, tears streaming down my face once more.
There was no answer.
“Miss Potts is approaching.”
“Does she-”
“No. Please, not a single word.” Tony cut me off.
“But-”
“Logan. Please.” He pulled away, face serious.
I nodded, wiping my face again. Pepper’s heels clicked against the floor as she entered.
“Sweetie, what happened?” She asked, making a beeline for me.
I shook my head and forced a smile. “Just a rough week is all.”
She tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay, honey.” She gave me a sweet smile before turning her attention to Tony, face dropping. “You.”
“Me.” Tony confirmed.
“What are you thinking?” She took a step forward.
“What?” He took a step back.
“What are you thinking?” She hissed.
“Hey, I’m thinking I’m busy with my kid.” Tony put his hands up. “And you’re angry about something.” He began to walk the other way. “Do you have the sniffles? I don’t wanna get sick.”
I sat in his desk chair and began to spin myself around.
“Did you just donate-”
“Keep your distance.” He held a hand out as she began to follow him.
“-our entire modern art collection to the, the-”
“Boy Scouts of America.”
“The Boy Scouts of America?” She repeated angrily.
My eyes widened. He and Pepper had worked years to amass that collection.
“Yes. It’s a worthwhile organization.” Tony began to fiddle with the holograms around the shop. “I didn’t physically check the crates, but, basically yes. And it’s not ‘our’ collection, it’s my collection.”
“No, you know what? I think I’m actually entitled to say ‘our’ collection considering the time that I put in, over ten years, curating that.”
“It was a tax write-off, I needed that.” Tony defended himself.
“You know, there’s only about 8,011 things that I really need to talk to you about.” Pepper sighed.
“Dummy.” Tony snapped his fingers at the robot. “Hey, stop spacing out. The bridgeport’s already machining that part.”
“The Expo is a gigantic waste of time.” Pepper held her clipboard over her chest.
“I need you to wear a surgical mask until you’re feeling better.” Tony grabbed her shoulders. “Is that okay?”
“That’s rude.” She scoffed.
“There’s nothing more important to me than the Expo. It’s my primary point of concern.” Tony continued to walk circles around the shop.
“I’m sitting right here.” I scoffed.
“The Expo is your ego gone crazy.” Pepper snorted.
“Wow.” Tony stopped, picking up a poster he had gotten from a fan so long ago. “Look at that. That’s modern art. That’s going up.”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m gonna put this up right now. Logan, a little help?”
I rose from my seat with a sigh, walking to meet Tony halfway.
“Stark Industries is in complete disarray.” Pepper spoke from behind us. “You understand that?”
“No, our stocks have never been higher.”
“Yes, from a managerial standpoint. Let me give you an example.”
“No, let’s double-back on that. Let’s move onto another subject.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no.” Pepper waved her finger as Tony found a spot for the poster. “You are not taking down the Barnett Newman and hanging that up.”
Tony shoved a bunch of things off the counter, and I scrambled to catch them. He hopped on and waved his hand.
“I’m not taking it down, I’m just replacing it with this. Let’s see what I can get going here.”
“Okay, fine.” Pepper was agitated, rightfully so. “My point is, we have already awarded contracts to the wind farm people.”
“Don’t say ‘wind farm’, I’m already feeling gassy.” Tony handed the painting off to me.
“And to the plastic plantation tree, which was your idea, by the way. Those people are on payroll, and you won’t make a decision.”
“Everything was my idea.” Tony huffed as he hung the poster. “I don’t care about the liberal agenda anymore. It’s boring. Boring. I’m giving you a boring alert.” He hopped off the counter. “You do it.”
“I do what?” Pepper hissed.
“Excellent idea. I just figured this out. You run the company.”
I gave Tony a dead-pan, and he glared back. He had probably been sitting on the idea since he found out the reactor was poisoning him.
“Pepper, I need you to run the company.”
“Yeah, I’m trying to run the company.”
“Well stop trying to do it and do it.”
They continued to talk over each other, and I lost the words halfway through each sentence. I sat down on the couch across from the counter, and Tony huffed again.
“Pepper, you’re not listening to me. I’m trying to make you CEO.”
She fell silent.
“Why won’t you let me?”
She looked him up and down. “Have you been drinking?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my throat. Tony looked at me, then back at her.
“Uh, chlorophyll. I hereby irrevocably appoint you chairman and CEO of Stark Industries, effective immediately.” He grabbed her by the shoulders again. “Yeah, done deal. Okay.”
She looked at me, mouth agape. I shrugged, hands up.
“I’ve actually given this a fair amount of thought, believe it or not.” He walked toward a more advanced version of Dummy, who was holding a tray with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. “Doing a bit of headhunting, so to speak, trying to figure out who a worthy successor would be.” He uncorked the bottle. “And then I realized, it’s you. It’s always been you.”
Pepper sat down next to me, mouth still open.
“I thought there’d be a legal issue, but turns out I’m actually capable of appointing my successor.” He walked over, holding a glass out to her. “My successor being you.”
She broke into a smile, slowly taking the glass. Tony handed me the second one and quickly grabbed the third.
“Congratulations?” He grinned.
“I don’t know what to think.” She smiled.
“Don’t think.” He tapped her glass. “Drink.”
She laughed, shocked. I leaned forward to tap my glass against hers before tipping my head back and drinking.
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