#[ if anyone else is looking to write for the event still TT

[hanggarae]

౨ৎ mansae

requested by @seuonji OMG NAII again congrats on 1k! idk if you’re still taking reqs but if you are i wanna request joshua+mansae by svt! i love YOU and your writings sm have a great day<3

AYAAAAAA THANK U SO MUCH BAE RHIS REQ WAS SO CUTE 😢 mansae is literally one of my favourite tt’s ever it’s so <33 i love u so so much and ur writings too like i read the jeonghan x daycare worker reader as a weekly routine atp hfhfhf

joshua x f!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, 0.7k words, part of 1k event

“shua” you said happily, taking the seat in the library next to him. when you sat you noticed the work and textbooks splayed out in front of him “what’re we working on here?”

“yn hey!” joshua said with a smile, already clearing space for you to join him more comfortably. “i was just finishing off that assignment we had for chem, it’s so tiring i’m starting to lose my mind i think” he laughed easily.

you looked at his work for a second and nodded at his words, you were still only halfway through yours. “i get you, i tried working on some of it last night and contemplated dropping out at least five times”

joshua smiled when you laughed, taking notice of the pretty ways your eyes crinkled in joy causing a warmth to creep up on his face.

for the next thirty minutes a steady atmosphere settled over the both of you, both focused on your work and occasionally asking the other for help.

joshua wouldn’t like to admit it but he looked over at you enough times to make it embarrassing and plain desperate.

“did you hear about that movie playing this weekend? apparently it’s super scary some people even passed out” you said with excitement lacing your tone.

truth be told, joshua couldn’t handle scary movies well. sure when he went to a haunted house or an escape room he could handle it but the movies were different. the way they make it just makes it overly eerie!

that would not hold him back if you asked him to go with you though.

“really? you .. go?” idiot, what the hell was that?

and joshua swears all the colour must’ve drowned from his face when you furrowed your brows in confusion, “huh?” you laughed off a little awkwardly.

joshua cleared his throat, “sorry, meant are you going to see the movie this weekend?”

he sighed in relief when you smiled at him, “i was hoping to, yeah. but i don’t really have anyone to go with..”

‘this is your chance. literally this is your chance. this is a free pass’

“we could go together..” joshua proposed, voice quiet and eyes searching yours for any signs.

“we as in- me, you and uh, jeonghan!” and joshua swears he can hear jeonghan in the distant telling seokmin that joshua’s an idiot. and jeonghan would not be lying at all.

“oh, uh yeah i guess that’d be great” you said, disappointment colouring your face.

‘why was this so hard?’ joshua thought as he looked at you. you’d already turned back to your work and bit back a pout wanting to settle on your lips. ‘why’s this so hard to get out? can’t someone else just do it for hi-’

“joshua, do i make you uncomfortable?” you shot up and asked him suddenly. “or like, do you just not like me like how you like the others? because you’re usually so.. honest with everyone else but with me it feels like you’re beating around the bush with your words sometimes”

“it’s not like it’s something i dislike!” you quickly reassured him when you saw how he looked like a kicked puppy, “it’s just, well it’s what i’ve noticed. and it only made me think i’m just maybe not as good a friend and maybe i’m just overthinking-”

“it seems different because i don’t want to be your friend” joshua cut off your rambling, “because i want to be your boyfriend”

“you what?” you looked at him a little out of breath and in disbelief that he just admitted that.

“i want to be your boyfriend, and obviously i’d talk differently to my friends than to someone i want to date” joshua moved his hand to hold your own, gently stroking the skin experimentally to leave space if you wanted an out but you didn’t and only grasped his hand tighter. “and i’d obviously be nicer to my girlfriend than my friend. no offence but you’d definitely get special privileges over jihoon”

you laughed lightly at his words, lips settling to a slightly teasing smile. “getting a little ahead of yourself, huh? i don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend, loverboy”

“not yet,” joshua smiled, “but i’ll ask you after i kiss you on our date this weekend, deal?”

[st4rwon]

for the 300 event:

glue song x jeongin 💕💕

glue song

jeongin x reader

contains: lots and lots of fluff, light angst, friends to lovers

word count: 1k

a/n: ty so much for the request, this was extremely fun to write! sorry for how long it took i’ve had a lot going on TT hope you enjoy <33

you and jeongin have been by each other's sides since you were in diapers. you don’t think you've ever been apart from him; he was always there for you, during your greatest successes and your failures. the two of you had a special bond, something you have never felt and would never feel with anyone else.

though sometimes you wished that wasn’t the case.

you loved jeongin with your entire heart, and you know he did too; the only difference is that your love was romantic while his was platonic. but how could you stop yourself from having feelings for him? he was the funniest, kindest, and most understanding person you had ever met. but you could never dream of doing anything that would harm the friendship you had with him, so you kept your lips shut.

it was a typical friday afternoon. you and jeongin typically went to a cafe together before heading to your favorite local arcade. you both ordered your usual before sitting down at a small table by the window.

"so anything interesting happen this week?" jeongin asked, tapping his fingers on the table while waiting for your drinks to arrive.

"hm nothing much really, just the usual," you answered, trying to recall anything from your week, but the only thing you could think about was the way that the sunlight landed on jeongin’s frame perfectly.

"what about you?" "well you know that one guy i’m partnered with?" you nodded, remembering his complaints to you "well he finally decided to put in some effort towards the project, but i’m still pissed. i mean, he could’ve put some work in during the start." jeongin huffed. "well at least the project is over now, and i doubt your ever gonna see him again" you said, trying to brighten his mood. "yeah you’re right" he replied, smiling back. you always knew how to make jeongin feel better. he thought about the stressful nights where he would rant to you for hours about how upset he was, but you were always there to comfort him through it all. though you weren’t aware of it, jeongin loved you the same way you did. he had been in love with you for a while, but he only realized it recently.

the worker placed the drinks on the table, snapping jeongin out of his thoughts. he said a quick thank you to the server, pulled your drink towards him, and took a sip. "i still don’t get why you buy this drink; it tastes gross" you giggled at the look of disgust on the boy’s face. "then why do you have to take a sip every time i get it?" "i don’t know, maybe one day it’ll taste good" he answered, but he knew that the words that were coming out of his mouth were false, jeongin knew that the only reason he would even put that concoction drink near his mouth was because he loved to see the smile on your face, followed by the laughs about the expression he made.

after finishing your drinks, the two of you headed to the arcade, which was conveniently just a 3 minute walk away.

once you got there, you got a card and started playing. first,  you started with basketball (where you brutally defeated jeongin), followed by some space invaders.

"jeongin what are you doing? THERE IS ONE AT THE BOTTOM!" you said, frantically trying to kill it, but it was too late. "funny how we’ve been trying to do this for years but have never been able to beat this level" jeongin chuckled.

though the communication between the two of you was great, two-player games were never something you could both do together.

you took turns picking out games to play until both of you wanted to take a break, so you both found a table to sit at.

you thought about all the days you had spent here, it brought you so much joy. "kinda random, but i really enjoy spending time with you" you said, looking up at jeongin, he moved his hands across the table, placing them over yours. "i do too, even if you suck at games" he replied, earning him a playful slap on the side. "though in all honesty, i don’t know what i would do without you, without us. what we have is really special to me" he said, making your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"gosh i love you so much innie" it took him a minute to process your words, there’s no way you meant it in the way he hoped you did.

"do you love me the way i love you?" he mumbled, "what?" you questioned. did you hear that right? "oh uh, never mind" he dismissed "jeongin, do you like me?" you said, tilting your head a bit, "yeah… i do. but if you don’t reciprocate my feelings that fine, i’m sorry if i ruined our relationship-" "innie shut up for two seconds" his eyes opened wide "i like you too stupid, clearly we were both too dumb to see it" you laughed as he shoved you

"you made me so scared" he frowned, you got up from your seat and walked around the table over to him, slowly moving your face towards him before finally placing your lips over his. the kiss was short but sweet, you pulled away and saw the grin on jeongin’s face, "that make you feel better?" you questioned teasingly, "hmm i don’t know" he pondered "i think your gonna have to do it again" jeongin smirked "already hooked on my kisses?" "i missed out on years of kisses, you’re gonna have to make it up now" you giggled at his response, "we’re literally in public you baby, i’ll give you kisses some other time" but before you could pull him to get up so you could both play some more games, jeongin turned you towards him and cupped your face, giving you a small peck before getting up to go find some games to play. "ooh this one looks fun!" he pointed out, still wearing a smirk on his face. you laughed and headed over to where he was.

if you were to be stuck with anyone, you would always choose jeongin.

please don’t spam like posts, repost, translate, or use my work without my permission. all work is fictional and only used for entertainment purposes. © azurez 2023

[midnights-dragon]

@zyrafowe-sny asked for my writing process (which I was very excited about), and I would love to share that! Fair warning that this will be very long, writing is, as much as a love it, a very painstaking hobby. Also, feel free to add your own tips/tricks/methods in the reblogs/replies/tags! Keep in mind that I am a young writer, and I do not write professionally, so I am in no ways an expert. (:

Whenever I get a story idea, first and foremost I typically write it down in my notes app or a Google Doc (NEVER write ideas or notes directly onto ao3, you WILL lose thousands of words several times before learning your lesson about that). If I have time in the moment I’ll begin the first draft by writing out the prime scene that I’m thinking of; for example, an important conversation, revelation, angst moment, etc., and then begin building around it.

Most of the time, I’ll have a few KEY scenes in mind, and I write everything else surrounding those moments. If I get stuck, I’ll write the basic idea of what I want there in brackets; for example, [Character A explains what happened and Character B starts crying], or even just as simple as [they talk more], and then I continue writing what I can until it’s all complete except for the writing in brackets, and then I work on those - it’s always easier after completing the rest of the story, since I know exactly what happens and how to fill in the blanks. The hardest part of writing the full story for the first draft is the beginning and the ending. It might not be that way for everybody, but it definitely is for me. Sometimes I’ll go through my whole editing process before figuring out how to begin or finish the story; if anyone has advice on writing beginnings and/or endings, I’d love to hear it!

Now, my editing process. I always start by reading through my first draft at least once and adding details, characterization, and additional dialogue/minor events if necessary. At times I will even change major events/dialogue to change the story, but typically I stick with all of my main ideas and just add on. This is where a lot of the thick of the story comes from; for example, if I start with a first draft of 2000 words, this part of editing will likely expand it to 3500, or even more depending on how much is “missing.” This step is not necessarily required, but it is important to have a good and compelling story with details and character motivations. Stories with just dialogue and events can end up being bland, or not as compelling - they can still work, per se, but I definitely recommend adding these extra bits.

Next, I use the website Free Grammar Check to help me go through all my story and find all of the basic grammar mistakes (be careful though - it’s not always correct) and sometimes I’ll also use Grammerly, although that site can be very, very frustrating if you don’t have a subscription. I just do my best to try and catch every grammar/spelling mistake that I possibly can, because those errors can make or break a story, in my opinion.

After this is my favorite step. I either read my story aloud to myself or to my pet (she does not appreciate this and usually leaves before I finish) OR (this is my preferred method) I copy and paste my story into a website that will read it aloud for me. The website that I use is TTS Reader. This helps catch mistakes or syntax errors that I wouldn’t notice by just reading through, and hearing it can also be helpful in that it allows me to listen to what people will read. Sometimes I’ll listen with a grin on my face because I’m like, “I wrote that??” so that can be very fun!!

The last thing that you have to do is COME UP WITH A TITLE. This is the thing that I hate with a passion unless I had an idea already. I typically go to Spotify first and look for a song that fits the story, but sometimes that just doesn’t work out; then, I’ll skim the story and look for a word or phrase that sticks out. If that still doesn’t work, other options are looking for lines from poetry, short or one-word simple titles (ex. emotions, situations, etc), looking to the canon content for ideas (ex. episode titles, famous lines, etc), or, if none of those work, use the last resort: asking a writer friend for help!

Finally, I just want to mention rewriting. I have been going back and rewriting a LOT of old works recently; my biggest one has been a 18k word story that I wrote almost 2 years ago and rewrote almost entirely a few months ago. My strategy is very simple, but it does take a long time, so bear that in mind. I literally just open the story in one tab, open a new Google Doc in another, and write it essentially from scratch, basing it around the original content. So in my old story, it was just very bland dialogue and minimal descriptions, as well as one character being very OOC in all of his scenes; I was able to rewrite all of that and add on to the good stuff, and I'm so proud of what that story is now.

It can be refreshing to rewrite old stuff because you can really see your progress - remember, cringing at your old writing is a good thing, because it means that you have grown as you've experimented more with your style and figured out how to make your stories better!

Again, I am in no way an expert, so please don't take this as me saying that my way is the only way. It definitely isn't, and I'm sure that lots of people have much better ways of getting out phenomenal content that is a million times better than mine! It's incredible to see the varying writing styles and tecniques that different people have, and I'm glad every day that I started writing, because it's become something that I really love to do.

Okay, this is really the last thing, and it might be the most important. Remember: writing is supposed to be fun! If you are finding yourself getting stressed out or upset, please do not force yourself to continue. Take a break! Get up and take a walk, or go out and get some food from Walmart or something. Drink some water, or an energy drink, whatever you prefer. But please do not do anything that you don't want to do - and above all, don't write anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or that pushes your boundaries of what content you want to be producing. You can choose to write whatever you want; don't force it, just let it flow naturally.

Thank you for reading! This ended up being REALLY long, so sorry about that. If I ever update what I do or improve myself as a writer, I'll be sure to update this! Again, thank you, and please take care of yourselves! Remember that you are amazing and valued, not just as a writer, but as a person. Take care <3

[yeonws]

chocolate sick ; solo tw: minor food poisoning? from expired chocolate

“phoenix is on in forty-five minutes.”

yeonsu assumes that’s the voice of a set coordinator yelling from the entrance of the makeup room. his eyes are closed as the makeup artist is working on the finishing touches of his look for their first stage. the soft brush tickles his nose a few times before disappearing and then a smaller brush on his cheekbones.

in all honesty, with how relaxing the featherlight touches are to his face right now he could probably fall asleep. a ten minute nap wouldn’t hurt anyone right?

and then he hears the dreadful words, “finished.”

involuntarily, yeonsu opens his eyes to take a look at his reflection in the mirror before he gives a satisfied nod.

“thank you noona,” yeonsu gives the artist a small smile before pushing himself off the chair and heading towards the door. he’s a bit envious of his the other members who are still seated in their chairs getting their makeup and hair done. if only he could be them and get in a few winks.

but he doesn’t mind it too much and instead goes on a search for something to munch on.

the last time they had eaten properly was a few hours ago and he was starting to feel the tinge of hunger playing at the edges of his stomach. a light snack and drink would definitely suffice considering they were going to be on stage soon. and he knows exactly which drink it is that’ll satiate his appetite until they get to eat later.

a cool smooth orange juice.

except for some reason, at the broadcasting company, he’s only found one vending machine that sells it. to top it off, the vending machine was one tucked away in the far corner where there weren’t many people around on the third floor. seeing as it’s only one floor below, yeonsu doesn’t mind the short trip and figures it’ll be nice to get away from all the hustle and bustle going on with preparations for prerecordings.

just as he gets to the stairwell, the door is pulled open and he’s met with a flushed looking female. she seems caught off-guard and nervous. in his surprise, he fails to notice the lack of employee badge hanging around her neck and instead catches the small bag of chocolates in her hands.

before yeonsu can say anything, she beats him to it, timidly asking, “i-i’m sorry… do you know where clover’s room is? i’m a new intern and lost my way around the floors.”

to that, yeonsu doesn’t question it considering he’s seen a fair share of lost and confused interns.

“ah, they’re just down the hall. go to the very end and their room is on the left side.”

as he steps to the side, she nods in thanks and begins to walk past him. he waits for her to continue but she suddenly spins around to face him again.

“y-you’re yeon from phoenix right? would you like some chocolates? i’ve been tasked to hand some out to artists as little gifts,” she says before pulling a small neatly packed one in her bag, holding it out to yeonsu.

he figures why not? he had been looking for a light snack to begin with anyway and seeing as it was white day it wouldn’t hurt to have some chocolates.

“thank you,” yeonsu says before she turns and scurries away, giving him no chance to initiate anymore conversation. he brushes her behavior off as simply being nervous and starts towards the third floor. as he’s going down the stairs, he pops a few pieces of chocolate into his mouth while humming quietly.

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“ten minutes until phoenix’s stage!”

everyone is talking over each other as stylists are putting together the lasts of the member’s outfits together.

“where’s yeonsu?” a stylist yells over the crowd as she begins running around the room frantically. “he still needs to put these pieces on before his mic gets set up! he was supposed to be here five minutes ago!”

it’s then that yeonsu comes hobbling from the back of the room, using the wall to hold himself up.

“i’m right here,” he calls out weakly.

and that’s when the stylist gasps and hurriedly runs to this side.

even with the makeup he has on, they can see how pale he’s gone with the hollow expression he has on his face. there are beads of sweat that stick on his forehead and temples and he looks like he’s about to fall over at any second.

“what’s wrong? you look sick! minhyeon!”

with that, the makeup artist who had been working on him earlier comes running over before her eyes pop wide open. she immediately grabs tissues and begins dabbing yeonsu’s face while the stylist continues with putting on the last accesories of his outfit.

“what happened? you guys are going up in a few minutes and you look like you’re about to fall over.”

yeonsu shakes his head, trying to brush everyone’s concern and the worried looks cast from his members away.

“i’m fine. i think i just ate something bad,” yeonsu explains as he lets the artist touch up his face.

“we need to get to stage, you guys are on in four minutes,” his manager finally pipes up after hearing that he wasn’t feeling well.

yeonsu simply nods before pushing himself off the wall as the stylist helps fit his earpiece in and secures his microphone transmitter to his pants. he knows from how frantically the artist is trying to add to his makeup how bad he must look. so, yeonsu smiles past a grimace as he stands up straight and begins following his members filing out the door.

it’s a statement made in vain. but one of effort to convince everyone else, and remind himself that he just has to.

“i’ll be fine.”

[ajaxsbeloved]

the new hc about witch's s/o is so cuteeee!!! really cuteeee, i love iiiit .

but suddenly it give me an idea for request, how about xiao turned into cat and reader (not traveler) take care of him for a week - of course reader doesn't know that cat is the adepti. that's why when the cat dissappeared and since then she always feels like someone is watching her from afar is making her confused

kitty litter and collar bells 🍧

order for: xiao

flavor: fluff/slight comedy

order summary: stumbling upon a kitty that reminded you of him was an unexpected event, what’s even more unexpected is that it is him

warnings: none

[thank you for requesting anon!! i’m so sorry it took forever, i’ve been trying to back into writing regularly but i’ve been pretty busy. i hope you like it :D]

he never saw this coming, what the hell did he eat yesterday that turned him into a feline?

he did as he usual, walking around the streets of liyue making sure that everything was in order; at least this way it was easier for him to listen to his opponents

he was walking around hissing at anyone who got too close when he felt himself getting picked up and he yelled in defense before realizing who it was

of course you only heard a harsh meow from the cat but other than that he seemed to be safe, you picked him up and carefully observed him

his fur was a soft dark teal color and his eyes were a soft pretty gold, he was quite rebellious and it seemed that he was very careful about people touching him

“you remind me of someone”

he thought you had finally realized that it was him, thank the archons! he wanted to go back to normal, then again he also wouldn’t want to suffer the teasing that would follow suit

“hmmm, i think i’ll name you xiao”

that smile on your face was so bright, not like any of the ones you had ever shown him before. had you shown this smile to everyone or did he only notice it now that he was up close?

you brought him to your home and showed him around, locking him in you went to the store to get things that were needed in order to take care of him

once you left xiao took another tour around, making sure to check if there was anything suspicious or unusual. the house smelled like you, not that it was unexpected... but it was nice.

he jumped onto the bed and a wave of fatigue hit him, in the warmth of your room he allowed himself a moment to relax and fall asleep. he could get used to this...

he awoke in a sleepy state, yawning he turned over only to find your face right in from of him. seeing you up close like this and so peaceful... it was surreal and in total honesty; beautiful.

your eyes fluttered open and you sent him a soft smile, your light breathing and genuine happiness made him flustered. thank morax for his cat like form or else he would’ve never been able to look you in the eyes again

“good morning xiao”

your voice was a bit husky from having just woken up but you reached out for him to pet to soft fur, your touch was so gentle and loving. it was like nothing he’s ever felt before... but he wasn’t complaining...

throughout the week he got used to being a cat, though he wondered how long he would stay like this. he did have a job to do after all, he couldn’t protect liyue as a cat TT

you were out yet again and as per tradition, xiao took a little nap as he awaited your return. however this time when he woke up, he was human again!

he quickly realized how bad it would look if you came home to xiao as a human laying on your bed and he made his way out of your home quickly before returning to his own.

he took note of all the weird stares he got on his way home but it wasn’t until he took a look in the mirror that he noticed; his collar was still on.

that first night you had spent with xiao you gifted him something, it was a pretty cyan colored collar with a golden heart shaped tag that had his name engraved on it and as much as he’d hate to admit; he didn’t wanna just get rid of it. despite how much he was afraid of getting close to people he’d grown quite attached to you so he put the collar on his bedside table and went back to his normal life.

however for you it wasn’t so easy to go back to your normal life, you missed your cat. of course, you loved him and had gotten used to his presence so discovering out that you couldn’t find him was heartbreaking. you completely ignored xiao (the human that is) for a whole week before you came to him home, this last week had been hard and as much as you thought he would be weirded out; he was the only one you could think of to go to.

he opened the door and to his shock you were there on the verge of tears, he let you in and sat you down on the couch to talk to him. of course, he knew all of what your story was but he didn’t think it was going to affect you so much :(

after you cried your eyes out you fell asleep and being the gentleman that xiao is he wouldn’t just leave you on the couch like that so he carried you into his bedroom and layed you in his bed for the time being.

upon awakening you realized where you were and felt immense guilt for dumping all your issues onto xiao as well as taking up his bed. you must admit though it was a very nice one... and it smelled a lot like the cat xiao. now that you think about it... the whole house did and so did the human xiao.

it’s merely a coincidence, don’t let it get to you. you snapped out of your thoughts and rolled over to get out of the bed, slapping your hand on the night stand you heard a jingle.

what in the world? you grabbed the nylon material and heard another jingle as a cold metal grazed your hand. your eyes widened once you processed what it was... this... was xiao’s collar? the one you had gotten for him!

you jumped out of your tired state and ran into the family room, your frantic presence surprised xiao and he was looked at you with concern before his eyes were to notice the collar

“why do you have this?” your feelings of confusion were well justified while xiao stood there in disbelief

well... what is supposed to say? it wouldn’t exactly be easy to tell the person you fell in love with that you lived with them as a cat

he decided to just sit you down and explain it since he couldn’t just lie and say something (somehow) more absurd like kidnapping your cat

while you were relieved that your “cat” was ok, you were more embarrassed to realize that before you had come over xiao already knew about you naming your cat after him...

but then that brought up a new question

“...xiao, why do you still have the collar?”

it was quiet, very very quiet. the silence filled the room for a few moments before xiao spoke up with something you would’ve never expected him to say

“because, it reminds me of you...”

and then it clicked, that all the times your cat xiao had snuggled up to you or purred when getting affection or relaxed under your kisses was the real xiao; the one who was right in front of you

and since that night you two have gotten closer, close enough to be lovers that is and every now and then you laugh about how if it weren’t for xiao being turned into a cat that you never would’ve gotten here <3

[whitecatindisguise]

Ok, so here goes. How about a lil mashup? (TTS would be modern, to match the other fandoms) Imagine what would happen if Varian travelled to San Fransokyo for some kind of science expo and meets Hiro and Baymax there. There is a robbery at the Expo and Player asks them for help (he already knows Hiro) as it's V.I.L.E.'s doing but Carmen's on another mission somewhere else. I know it's a bit chaotic but I tried to explain idea as good as I could

Okay, took me a while. It might be different from what you imagined, but that's what you get when you ask your sister dearest to write you a story lmao.

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“Alchemist to Zero. What’s your status?” The communicator in Hiro’s helmet sounded and the boy rolled his eyes.

“I see the target. They are entering the building. Can’t see the cargo, tho.” He replied. “And what’s with the codenames?”

“Because I think it’s unfair only Player gets to have one.” The person on the other side replied and Hiro rolled his eyes again. So childish.

“Because I have to stay anonymous.” Another voice cut in. “And remember this is only for one job. Normally I’d send Red, but she has her hands full in Seul already.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The previous voice dismissed and Hiro could hear the sizzling of acid. “Anyway, I’m in. Let’s get my stuff back and go already. I have an Expo to win.”

“In your dreams, Va- Alchemist.” Hiro corrected himself quickly. No matter what he said about codenames, he didn’t want to risk anyone hearing their real names. “The prize is mine.”

“You wish!” The other replied and Hiro chuckled.

“Guys, work now, bicker later.” Player called with an exasperated huff. “Besides, if I was there, none of you would even stand a chance.”

Hiro decided to leave it at that, opting to focus on the mission instead. He still had no idea why someone would steal Varian’s chemicals, but it was always better safe than sorry.

The Expo was an international science event, when the scientist from all around the globe met in one place to show their latest inventions and fight for the main prize, the title of Scientist of the Year. What was amazing about the Expo, it allowed both adults and teenagers like him, or Varian, compete alongside.

You never know where the genius is hiding, was the Expo’s motto. He and Varian met on the event few years ago, and became quick friends, despite being rivals in the contest.

Varian didn’t live in San Fransokyo. The boy was German and was extremely intelligent. He spoke several languages, English, French and Italian being only few of them, except for his native German. He was into chemistry the most, but also had a knack for engineering.

They often spoke online, comparing their latest inventions, sharing stories and giving advice to one another.

Player, on the other hand, was a mystery. Hiro never saw the guy, but from what he’d learned, he was only a year or two older than himself, and extremely intelligent too. He was a talented hacker who lived in Ontario, Canada, and preferred to stay at home.

He contacted Hiro on the day of the Expo (how he got his phone number, he had no clue) and told him about the upcoming heist happening at the Expo. Apparently, some group called V.I.L.E. was planning to steal some very dangerous chemicals during the event.

Player explained he’d normally didn’t bother uninvolved people, but the chemicals are supposed to be extremely dangerous in wrong hands, and his usual team was busy somewhere else.

A short talk with Honey Lemon confirmed Player’s info, so Hiro decided to help the boy, if only to stop the criminals from doing something really bad. So, imagine his surprise, when the stolen chemicals turned out to belong to Varian.

The German scientist absolutely refused to let Hiro go after the thieves alone, claiming his knowledge of what exactly the chemicals were and how to best contain them will only help him. Player agreed shortly after and Hiro gave the boy a spare communicator, so they can all communicate with no trouble.

Hiro’s scaled down from the building across the street, where he was positioned, and approached the abandoned warehouse the criminals went in. He pushed himself against the wall, stealing a glance through one of the windows.

There were only two people inside, a blonde woman in a tight suit and mask covering her face, and a man dressed like a mime. Quick conversation with Player revealed their names to be Tigress and Mime Bomb respectively.

The woman held out a hand with a suitcase. A quick glance told Hiro it contained the stolen chemicals, as he noticed the moon emblem on the front, which was the symbol Varian used to mark his property.

Hiro peeked out some more, and noticed the said boy crouching behind one of the crates in the warehouse, observing the two. Varian’s hands twitched and Hiro knew they didn’t have much time.

“Don’t do anything stupid, V.” He whispered into the communicator, which only earned him an annoyed huff. God, this was terrible idea to bring him along.

Varian was extremely possessive over his things. Sure, he let people see them, but if you try to even touch them without his consent...

“Va-Alchemist!” He called out more urgently, hoping to stop the boy from doing anything reckless.

Varian had literally no experience with criminals. Hiro met and fought with his fare share, but the German boy was a complete rookie. If he doesn’t do anything now it’s-

Just then it seemed like Varian’s patience finally reached his limit. He jumped from behind the crates with a battle cry, brandishing some colourful balls in each hand, strangely similar-looking to the ones used by Honey Lemon.

“Crap! Player, I’m going in!” Hiro called out and pushed away from the wall, running to the door.

He heard shouts and some explosions from the inside. He pulled the door open and hoped for the best, bursting inside. His eyes felt on the scene in front of him and stopped, dumbfounded.

“Zero, what’s going on there?” Player called out in his ear, but the boy was too shocked to reply. “Hiro!”

“You... just access my helmet camera and see for yourself.” Hiro sounded tired.

He heard fast typing and then a gasp of surprise, which told him Player finally had a visual. And what visual was that.

Mime Bomb was sprawled out on the floor, stuck in some pink goo, looking confused at the ordeal. Tigress was on the other side of the room, stuck to the wall with the same kind of substance, snarling and shouting in anger at someone crouching on the floor.

That someone was Varian, who frantically worked to open the suitcase, his hands trembling in fear. Finally, the lock clicked open and the boy let out a sigh of relief.

“Nothing is broken. Thank the Sun.” He breathed out and closed the suitcase. He picked it up and stood up, staring at the woman glued to the wall. “What were you thinking, throwing it like that?! Don’t you know if any of those broke it would be a disaster?! We could all die!”

“I wouldn’t have to throw it, if you didn’t attack us!” Tigress snarled back angrily and tried to pull herself free. “Who even are you?”

“I’m the one who made those chemicals, you dumbass!” Varian shouted back, not even noticing Hiro standing in the now-open door. “If you steal something, at least learn what to NOT DO with it!”

“Is Varian just... lecturing her?” Player asked. Hiro could almost see his wide-open eyes threatening to fall out of the eye sockets.

“Yup.” He confirmed, staring blankly at the scene.

“Is he normal?” The Canadian sounded shocked. Hiro shrugged.

“Is any of us?” He replied and earned a sigh and a snort in return. “Are the police coming?”

“Oh, yeah. I gave them an anonymous tip few minutes ago, They should be here soon.” Player finally seemed to shook himself awake. “Better leave before they arrive.”

“Sure. Hey, Alchemist!” He called out, sparing the trapped woman another tirade of insults.

Varian turned around and smiled.

“Hey, Zero. Got my stuff!” He raised the hand with the suitcase and waved with the other. “Easy-peasy.”

“Good, ‘cause the police is going to be here soon.” Hiro could already hear the sirens coming closer. “We gotta go.”

“Oh, right!” Without further stalling, Varian ran up to him and they left the two criminals still stuck by the peculiar goo.

They were already several blocks away, when Player finally deemed it safe enough to stop running.

“By the way.” Hiro turned to panting Varian, who rose his head in question. “What’s with the goo?”

“Oh, that?” Varian grinned, showing his bunny teeth and pulled out a pink ball from his pocket. “It’s my own invention. Sticks to everything it touches. I actually came up with it as a more humane way to get rid of the pests back in Old Corona. But it works just as well at stopping idiots from doing more harm than they already did.”

“Nice.” Hiro nodded. “How long does it take to dissolve?”

“Few hours. That is, unless you have a dissolver at hand, which I have right here.” Varian fished out another ball, this time green and cackled. “Serves them right for stealing from me.”

“Remind me to never get on your bad side.” Hiro laughed and shook his head at his friend. “Are we clear to go back to the Expo now, Player?”

“Sure thing. Thanks for the help, guys.” Player replied.

“Oh yeah! Go Team Genius!” Varian laughed and raised a fist in the air.

“We really have to talk about those codenames.” Hiro let out a tired sigh and Player laughed in his ear.

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Takara’s Hero Academia [S02 E07] [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

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(Quick recap in italics cus I know it’s been a HOT minute since I updated this...)

Shinso smirks as Izuku eyes gloss over.

“That’s it. I win.” I sigh. It was just like Shinso said; he’d get his opponents under his Quirk, and then it would be over. With no one close enough to jolt Izuku out of Shinso’s control, Shinso could secure victory fairly easily.

He might even be able to win the entire festival just using his Quirk. As long as he could get people to talk to him he’d win.

“Aaahhh! I warned him not to say anything!” Oijiro groans, hands on his head. He was hoping he’d helped Izuku win against Shinso.

To be honest, I’m not terribly surprised at this outcome. Shinso knows how to get people to talk, even if it is a bit harsh.

“Hey, what’s the dealyo?!” Dad cries, “This is the first match, and it’s started with a bang! The fight has just begun and Izuku Midoriya is completely frozen!”

I watch as Izuku remains still, awaiting Shinso’s order to walk out of bounds. If something doesn’t change, Izuku will lose this match and be out of the tournament!

The crowd is completely silent after witnessing Izuku suddenly stop short. 

“He’s not moving a muscle!” Dad exclaims as Izuku continues to stand there, awaiting orders. 

“Shit, Shinso…” I murmur, fingers gripping my PE outfit tightly as tense seconds go by. “I forget how intimidating you can be.” I’d never really seen him fight, now I think about it. Or even use his Quirk, really.

Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges sometimes, but he had never truly struck me as intimidating before this moment. 

Now, I was seeing my friend through the eyes of an opponent. Izuku must be terrified if he’s even aware of what’s going on. 

Hitoshi told me he was never sure if the people under his Quirk were simply watching helplessly as they obeyed his orders, or if they truly didn’t know they were brainwashed. 

I can’t tell which would be worse, honestly. 

I knew, either way, it wasn’t an entirely pleasant experience, which led to so many people pegging my friend as a villain. 

“And what’s with that look on his face?” Dad continues, and I do notice Izuku’s lifeless expression. Poor guy… “Could this be a Quirk at work?” I knew Dad knew about Shinso’s Quirk, but the commentator in Dad couldn’t help being dramatic. “Hitoshi Shinso seems to have Izuku Midoriya completely stunned!” The crowd is beginning to react to the fight now, murmuring amongst themselves as Dad continues his commentary. “He didn’t stand out in the first round, but it’s possible Shinso’s crazy powerful!” 

I laugh a little at Dad’s enthusiastic commentary style and watch on the large screen as he moves wildly about in his seat while he talks. “Who could have predicted this turn of events?!” He asks rhetorically. “That’s the Festival for yah!” He chirps and I laugh harder. My dad was crazy, but I loved him. 

Then mom’s voice stalls Dad’s laughter. “This is a perfect example of why the entrance exam isn’t rational.” Mom points out and I get her meaning a few seconds later. 

After all, robots couldn’t be brainwashed, or have their Quirks canceled out. So, Mom and Shinso are in the same boat. No wonder she hates the entrance exam so much! She probably started where Hitoshi is now, clawing her way into the Hero Course and becoming the amazing hero she is today. 

“Huh?” Dad asks, slowly coming down off his commentating high and not quite processing what Mom had said just yet. “Why’s that, honey?” 

“Since we’re on to the individual matches, I had some information compiled about our final competitors. Shinso failed the practical exam to get into the Hero Course. Since he also applied for the General Studies course, he probably figured that would happen. His Quirk is incredibly strong, but that entrance test consisted of fighting faux villains; robots. It gives a huge advantage to those with physical superpowers they could show off. Despite his abilities, Shinso never stood a chance of passing.” 

Hitoshi and Izuku don’t react to my parents’ discussion. 

Hitoshi seems to tense up. “So, here we are. You’re lucky to have been so blessed, Izuku Midoriya.” He notes, almost menacingly. He then tilts his head back a little and to one side almost casually. “Now turn around and walk out of bounds like a good little hero.” He instructs. 

Izuku does, marching slowly toward the edge of the ring.

Dad gasps. “What?!” He cries. “Midoriya’s obeying him!” 

“Not that Izuku has a choice.” I mumble to myself. 

“Oh no, Deku!” Ochako exclaims worriedly. “What’re you doing?” 

“Hang on, folks!” Dad calls as Izuku continues his shambling toward the edge. “Babe, hand me that file would yah?” On the screen, I see Mom handing Dad Hitoshi’s file and he reads the description of Hitoshi’s quirk aloud.  

Ochako then turns to me. “Don’t you know this Shinso guy?” She asks. 

I nod. “Yeah. We went to middle school together. He’s a good person, he’s just very driven and focused.” I explain. “Most people assume he’s gonna be a villain with his Quirk, but he wants to prove them wrong and become a great hero.” 

“Whoa! I had no idea...that’s so cool!” Trust Ochako to be so open and trusting. Since I vouched for him she accepted my word and didn’t doubt my friend. “Still, though, you were right about him being focused. He’s so intense, too!” 

I chuckle a little. “Yeah he is. You get used to it.” 

“Either way, Modiriya will lose this match if he can’t stop himself from walking out of the ring!” Tenya reminds us and I bite my lip. 

While I wanted Hitoshi to do really well in this festival and get into the Hero Course, I also didn’t want Izuku to lose. 

I was so torn, I couldn’t pay attention as Dad continued to talk about Shinso’s quirk and how it wasn’t flashy and yet it was super powerful...or something.

“You okay?” Eijiro asks suddenly. 

I shake myself. “Y-yeah. It’s just that I’m not sure who to root for here.” I try for a chuckle but it fades quickly. 

“I can imagine.” Eijiro’s eyes watch Hitoshi and I swear there’s something like anger or maybe something else in his eyes for only a second, then he smiles a little. “After all, it’s two of your friends down there. I wouldn’t know who to root for either, Kara.” 

Down below, I can see Hitoshi saying something, but I can’t quite make it out...then I notice the other person in the ring.

“Damn, look how close Izuku is to the edge!” I squeak, leaning forward. If something doesn’t change, Izuku will lose! “C’mon, c’mon! There’s gotta be something that’ll snap him- -” 

Suddenly, there’s a loud noise and a huge gust of wind bursts from Izuku, sweeping up and over the crowd. 

While it was kinda refreshing, I needed to know if Izuku had won or not. I lean back out a bit and look to see Izuku barely in the ring, panting heavily. 

Had he been fighting the whole time, just able to wiggle his fingers at the last minute to discharge One for All and create the stimulation needed to break out of Hitoshi’s hold? 

“What’s this?!” Dad exclaims in surprise. “Midoriya’s stopped just in time!” 

“Yeah! Go, Izuku!” I cheer automatically. 

“That’s the way to do it!” Tenya adds. 

“Whoa! I was about to freak out!” Ochako sighs in relief, all but collapsing in her seat.  

Ojiro sits down too. I wasn’t even aware he’d stood up til now. He breaths out in relief, hand over his heart. “That just about killed me.” 

I don’t reply, watching Hitoshi clench his jaw angrily. “You’re not supposed to be able to fight back! What did you do?!” He yells, trying to get Izuku to talk again, likely forgetting that I had told Izuku what I knew of Hitoshi’s Quirk. 

Izuku puts a hand over his mouth instinctively. 

Getting angrier, Hitoshi takes a step forward. “How’d you do that?!” He presses, but still Izuku resists talking. 

Izuku shakes his head as if to clear it (understandable; he probably had a lot going on in that brain of his right now) and faces Hitoshi, holding his injured hand now. 

“C’mon! Say something!” Hitoshi taunts, then assumes a slightly more relaxed stance. “I didn’t know you had so much power in your fingers. I’m kinda jealous of you!” 

Of course Hitoshi would be jealous. 

He’d never said it to my face, but I could tell he wanted a flashy, physical Quirk like mine or anyone around him’s. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. 

Izuku starts running toward Hitoshi, and I can see the pain in his eyes from his broken fingers. 

“Thanks to the way my Quirk works, I’ve always been at a huge disadvantage. But someone as blessed as you wouldn’t understand that!” Izuku grits his teeth to keep from talking and I can tell how much Hitoshi’s words were affecting him. Poor guy had been Quirkless growing up. “You’re lucky enough to have a heroic Quirk! It’ll be so easy for you to reach your goal!” 

I bite my lip. No one around me was really reacting to what Hitoshi was saying, but I could feel a few eyes on me. As Hitoshi’s friend, they were gauging my reaction. 

Hang in there, Hitoshi… I think, hands gripping my PE outfit again. 

Izuku reaches Hitoshi and begins shoving him back toward the edge. “Say something, dammit!” Hitoshi growls, punching Izuku right in the face. I flinch. That had to hurt. 

Izuku is still determined, though, continuing to push Hitoshi toward the edge. Hitoshi glances back worriedly at the narrowing space between him and the edge of the ring, now desperate, and slams his fist into Izuku’s injured fingers. 

Izuku, predictably, reels back, grunting in pain. 

“Did you have to go for the low blow?” I grumble to myself, but realize there’s a chance, if I were in Shinso’s position, I’d do the same thing, so I let it go.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Hitoshi roars as Izuku, attempting to resume pushing Hitoshi, stumbles when Hitoshi moves aside, bumbling to a halt, within the boundaries. It’s now Hitoshi’s turn to shove Izuku backwards. “Get out of the ring you lucky brat!” Shinso screams in frustration.

Unfortunately for Hitoshi, however, Izuku seemed prepared for that. He grabs the front of Hitoshi’s PE outfit, the other hand, the injured one, gripping Hitoshi’s arm. Izuku cries out in pain and heaves Hitoshi over his shoulder like he’d done with Katsuki during that combat training on the second day of hero training. 

I wince as Hitoshi’s mouth opens in a silent cry of pain, his eyes closing as his body briefly passes out. 

It had worked, however. Izuku won. Shinso’s feet were out of bounds. 

I am off my chair almost before anyone could react, ignoring a few calls of my name as I race toward the arena, eager to get to Hitoshi, and...well, I’d figure that out based on his reaction when I get there. 

“Shinso is out of bounds!” I hear Oba Nemuri call distantly and I pick up the pace a little. “Midoriya is the winner!” 

Absently, I remember all the students in our middle school that, once they found out what Hitoshi’s Quirk was, eagerly talked about the nefarious possibilities as if that were what Hitoshi wanted. 

I grit my teeth. 

Those jerks probably didn’t mean to add to Hitoshi’s anger and frustration, but still. It made me mad that virtually no one aside from me, my parents, and his parents, could see past the brainwashing and actually get to know Hitoshi. 

If they had, they’d have never suggested that he’d be a villain. 

I get nearly to the edge of the hall leading into the arena when Dad’s voice comes over the PA system. “And with that expertly performed throw, we have our first victor of the finals; Class 1-A’s Izuku Midoriya!” 

I finally see the light at the end of the hall and stop to walk the rest of the way and catch my breath. 

Surprisingly (Or not, considering…) Toshin-Oji was there. He seems surprised to see me. “Hi.” I greet, trying to steady my breathing as Dad continues talking.

“That was actually kind of a boring first match, kids, but both of you fought bravely! Let’s show them some love everyone!” Dad cheers and the crowd obliges. I move to walk over to Shinso, but Toshin-Oji puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Wait just a minute.” He says a moment later, guessing easily why I was here. 

Hitoshi gets up a moment later, saying nothing as he faces Izuku. 

Izuku does an awkward half-bow (as usual after a sparring match) before giving up and standing there, holding his hand again. 

“That was kind of a boring first match, kids,” Dad says and I roll my eyes. He was always wanting intense action in any fight he watched, be it in training or whatever he was watching. “but both of them fought bravely. Let’s show them some love, everyone!” The crowd obliges. 

Now that I was closer, I couldn’t see Hitoshi’s face, but Izuku looked frankly kinda sad, like he regretted what he’d done. I see Izuku ask a question and Hitoshi almost flinchs in surprise. It seemed he wasn’t quite prepared for that question. 

Then Hitoshi was walking toward me, after replying I assume, and I could see his face clouded with emotion. 

I took that as my cue and started jogging toward him. “Hey~!” I cheer, hugging him eagerly. “You did so awesome out there!” 

He peels me off. “I didn’t win.” He grumbles. 

I catch up to his renewed walking easily. “So?” I reply, shrugging. “You still showed the world what you can do. Everyone’ll be buzzing about you now.” 

“They aren’t saying anything good, I bet.” 

Poor Shinso’s default was to assume everyone thinks poorly of him, and I felt absolutely terrible for him.

So I laugh. “Oh, don’t be cynical, Hitoshi.” I reply, patting him on the back for good measure. “You don’t know that.” 

As if coordinated, we spot some students gathered on the bottom of the stands, leaning over and calling for Hitoshi, a few looking at me and smirking. 

“You’re the star of our program!” among other encouraging things, were called out to Hitoshi and then one student tells us to listen to what the crowd was saying. 

It was hard to make out, but it was mostly about how easy it’ll be for Hitoshi to subdue villains with his Quirk and how amazing it was. A few were even complaining at how Hitoshi was stuck in General Studies. 

I grin. About time people realized how amazing a hero Hitoshi will be.

Hitoshi turns his head just enough that Izuku could tell Hitoshi was talking to him. “Depending on the results, they might transfer people into the Hero Course.” He says. “Remember that.” I grin and side-hug my friend. 

“Yeah! I’ll put in a good word for yah and see if my parents can vouch for you, too! This isn’t over, Hitoshi! We’ll get you into the Hero Course.” 

“Don’t worry, Takara.” Hitoshi replies, even as he smiles a little at me and removes my arm from his shoulders. “I’m not giving up. I’ll get onto the Hero track, get certified, and then…” he grits his teeth, “I’ll become a better hero than any of you!” 

I’m so swept away in the emotions of the moment, I hug Hitoshi again. 

“Hell yeah!” I cheer and Hitoshi peels me off again. 

Then I notice Izuku’s lifeless expression and smack Hitoshi’s arm. “You know, people usually tense up when they talk to me.” Hitoshi notes, rubbing his arm. “Other than Takara and our families, that is. If you’re not on guard, someone’s going to defeat you. So be careful.”  

“C’mon, let him go.” I chuckle, and Hitoshi does. “I’ll get you some water or something to pay you back for the gummies.” 

I lead Hitoshi toward the hall when he stops for a second. “You better not lose and make me look bad.” Then Hitoshi continues walking away. 

I chuckle. “You always were dramatic.” I muse wryly. 

“Shut up.” He replies, but his smirk betrays him. Once we’re away from the eyes of the public, Hitoshi sags. “Thanks, Kara.”

“For what?” I ask. 

“For always being there for me.” 

I ruffle his hair. “Of course, knucklehead. We’re friends, aren’t we?” He smacks my hand away. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You owe me gummies.” He grumbles good-naturedly, leading the way toward the nearest vending machines. 

I pull out my wallet (still in my pocket from lunch) and insert the change, retrieving the gummies and tossing them to Hitoshi as I turn to leave. “Well, I need to get back to my class now. They’re probably wondering why I left.” 

Hitoshi shrugs. “They saw you down there with me. They’re not that dumb.” 

I scoff. “None of them are stupid, Hitoshi. But anyway, see yah around!” I wave at him and he waves back as we part ways.

It doesn’t take as long as I thought it would to get back to my classmates and sit down. No one said anything for a long moment and I was beginning to feel hot and flustered (I’m not sure why, though) when Eijiro finally breaks the silence. 

“So what was that all about?” He was testy again. I raise a brow. 

“He’s my friend, Eijiro. I just wanted to congratulate him on his fight. He’s not great at fighting yet, but he’s trying. Plus, he needed a bit of encouragement after losing to Izuku.” 

“Hmm...alright, that makes sense.” He says and it’s clear he’s still upset about something, but I can’t make out what he’s so mad about, so I just sit there awkwardly. 

“Everyone's talking about Shinso.” Ochako muses, chuckling. “Must be a thrill for him.” 

Mentally thanking her, I nod. “Yeah. He’s not used to positive feedback, but I think he likes the change.” 

“He has a very unique Quirk, and I think he has potential as a hero, if nothing else.” It was obvious Tenya was just trying to compliment Hitoshi because I knew him, and I appreciated the gesture, so I nod.

“He really does.” 

We sit waiting and soon enough Izuku walks up. Tenya waves to him and has Izuku sit next to him and Ochako. 

“Thanks, guys!” Izuku replies happily, then notices Ojiro smiling at him. Izuku smiles back and sits down as the flames in the corners turn on again, and the opponents of the next match step into the ring. 

“Enough standing around!” Dad cheers, “Now it’s on to the next players!” The screen displays the next matchup, and I see Hanta and Shoto. I figure it’s an easy win for Shoto (unless Hanta has a plan of some kind) and settle in to watch. 

“He’s got some skills, but at the expense of some freaky looking elbows.” I laugh. Trust Dad to sort-of insult pretty much everyone in his commentary. “From the Hero Course, it’s Hanta Sero...versus an early frontrunner in the competition, who’s way too strong for his own good! Someone who got into the Hero Course due to recommendations. It’s Shoto Todoroki!” 

Hanta looks like he’s stretching his arms, smiling cockily at Shoto, who stands there, waiting for the match to begin. 

“And now for the second match of the first round!” Dad says, pausing just a second for effect, “Begin!” 

I think Hanta says something, but I can’t tell what he said as he snaps tape toward Shoto almost before Dad had finished beginning the match, resulting in Shoto being tied up before he could move. 

Hanta yanks Shoto toward the edge, letting out more tape to get Shoto closer to the edge faster.

“A plot to throw his opponent from the ring!” Dad cheers, “A brilliant strategy from the underdog! Way to start out strong, Sero!” He encourages.

But, unfortunately, Shoto’s ice powers then activate and freeze the tape, steadying Shoto, the ice hurdling toward Hanta before he could move, and soon enough- -

“Agh!” I scream in shock as a massive ice wall comes toward me. Eijiro’s hand on my chest pushes me back in my seat just in time. My nose was only a foot or two from the ice, seems like. The stadium was still vibrating from the sheer power of that much ice moving at once.

My breath condensates in the air as we all process what happened. 

“This is insane…” I breath in shock.

“Y-yeah...geez...he didn’t hold back at all.” Eijiro mumbles absently beside me, his arm flopping to his side. 

“He went way overboard! Someone could have been hurt!” Tenya protests. 

“Tell the truth, Sero…” Oba Nemuri’s voice comes over the speakers. “Can you move at all?” 

I think Sero replies cus Oba continues a moment later. “Sero had been immobilized! Todoroki advances to the second round!” 

There’s silence, everyone still coming out of their shock at the sheer power Todoroki had displayed. 

Then, I hear everyone start shouting ‘Nice try!’, presumably to Hanta, and I then decide to move to where I could see around the ice. 

A few classmates went with me. All I could see was Shoto near Hanta, and there’s steam, so I can assume he was getting Hanta out of the ice. 

There was something about Shoto’s posture and body language…

He seemed sad.

I resolve to talk to him more often. This was definitely intriguing. 

[imagines-so-what-if]

I is for Impressing You

Headcanon and scenarios for Sherlock, Mycroft, and Moriarty 

The prompt: How he tries to impress you.

Genre: Fwuff.

Rating: K+

Reader type: Quiet, patient, shy

SHERLOCK MASTERLIST

Headcanons for Sherlock trying to impress you.

Bby boy is all about trying to impress you with his deductions. It’s his pride and joy, after all!

He’ll absolutely put down others in front of you (especially Anderson).

“Were you born without a brain or did you lose it when s/he entered the room?”

“How that tiny little brain of yours is developed enough for you to speak is a scientific miracle.”  

Will call  everyone else but you an idiot.

Might unintentionally insult you by deducing you.

Loves explaining things to you. Even if you know the answer he’ll still enjoy telling it to you.

Embodiment of sass and sarcasm.

Will attempt to succeed in whatever interests you (for example if you’re big into cooking he’ll try to make an elaborate dish for you).

He’ll drag you along on his cases so you have more chances to be impressed by him.

Sherlock scenario 

You hovered near the back of the crime scene beside John. You were technically a civilian so you really shouldn’t be there, but Sherlock had effectively dragged you along with him and John. Still, you didn’t want to accidentally contaminate evidence or cause an issue with the already irritated officers, so you tried to stay out of the way to the best of your ability.

Sherlock was kneeling beside the body, his eyes rapidly moving about as he examined it.

Without looking up he snapped, “Shut up, Anderson.”

The man who had walked into the crime scene just then halted. He was beside you so you could clearly see the flush of anger on his cheeks. “I haven’t even said anything!”

“I can hear your lecherous thoughts about Y/N. Remove yourself before you waste any more of the air here.”

At the word lecherous you blushed bright red in embarrassment. The man named Anderson stammered out, “I was not!”

You shuffled a couple steps away from him and he threw you a look of disbelief.

“Leave,” Greg sighed. “You’ll only rile him up.”

The man looked thoroughly offended and gave Greg a scathing look of disapproval, but he did turn around leave.

Greg turned to look at Sherlock and asked, “Well?”

“Solved it,” Sherlock said brusquely, abruptly standing back up. “Ridiculously easy, I’m sure you could figure it out on your own within a month or so.”

“So what happened?” You asked hesitantly.

Sherlock looked at you, fixing you with his sharp blue eyes. He took a deep breath and then launched into a huge monologue explaining how the victim was obviously killed by her sister. He listed such minor and seemingly unimportant clues but which all added up to the big revelation. You couldn’t help but be impressed by his deduction and you exclaimed at the end, “That’s amazing! You’re so brilliant, Sherlock.”

His lips twitched and he cocked his head. “Well, yes.”

“If this was so easy why did it catch your attention?” John asked, struggling not to grin at Sherlock.

Sherlock glared seethingly at him. “How could I have known it would be so alarmingly easy before coming here?”

“Well I mean you first rejected coming here and then all of a sudden Y/N shows up and suddenly it’s a fascinating case—”

“Your memory is failing you, Watson,” Sherlock snapped. “Case is solved, end of story.” Then he looked back over at you, blue eyes burning into your own. “You haven’t eaten yet, but you’re hungry. Let’s go.”

“O-Okay,” you managed to get out before Sherlock grabbed your hand and dragged you away again.

You could hear John and Greg’s laughter behind you.

Headcanons for Mycroft trying to impress you

Mycroft is subtle with how he impresses you. He’s not one for grand gestures or drama.

He already knows he’s an impressive man, and he’s certain you already know it, too.

That being the case there are times where he can’t resist showing off. For example he might play a strategy game against his brother or someone else you know of high intelligence (chess for example) and you “coincidentally” walk in on him winning.

He’ll prepare elaborate meals for you and not tell you he made them until after you’ve already praised them.

He’ll subtly steer conversations so he can slip in some of his impressive feats.

He will without a doubt casually put down anyone he views as competition when you’re in earshot.

Backhanded compliments are his bread and butter for this.

“Oh, yes the report looks extremely put together considering it was done by a primary school child.”

“A truly fascinating story. You’ve almost been upgraded from imbecile to a vaguely interesting imbecile.”

“What a charming mind you have! Thinking for an instant s/he would take any sort of interesting in you. My, I wish I could experience such wild delusions like you.”

Mycroft scenario 

You were returning home after a long day of errands, expecting to find it empty. To your delight, however, you saw the lights were on in Mycroft’s study. As soon as you entered your home you could smell something absolutely delicious dominate most of the house.

You wanted to go to the kitchen to see what new lovely creation Mycroft made, but you were more excited to see your husband. 

With a skip in your heart you moved quickly through the halls, slowing down as you heard Mycroft’s voice along with someone else’s. It sounded like his brother, but that would have been odd. Sherlock didn’t typically visit Mycroft (if anything it was the other way around, or you playing messenger for them). 

Still, stranger things have happened.

You walked in on the library, surprised to find that the lovely smell was also coming from it. You immediately spotted a decadent cake—your favorite kind!— and you felt your stomach sing praises at that. 

“... Checkmate, brother mine.”

“Tt.” 

Reluctantly, you looked away from the mouth-watering cake and over at Sherlock and Mycroft. The two were sitting opposite of one another at Mycroft’s gorgeous chess table. Sherlock was perched on the edge of the chair and looked, for all intents and purposes, like an angry kitten told it was time to take a bath. Mycroft on the other hand was perfectly at ease with a small bemused smile on his face.

Both men looked up at your entrance. Sherlock glaring and Mycroft’s eyes gleaming. “Welcome home, my dear.”

“Thank you,” you returned. “Sherlock, everything okay? You hardly come here.”

“A little wager, that’s all,” Mycroft smoothly answered on his brother’s behalf. “He lost, though, and now he has to pay up. The case file will be by the front door. Do you require assistance—?”

“I know where the front door is,” Sherlock snapped, standing up with grace and grabbing his coat off the back of the chair. He tilted his head towards you. “Good evening, Y/N.”

“Be safe going home,” you said, patting Sherlock on the shoulder as he brushed past you. Then you turned back towards Mycroft, gesturing towards the cake. “Whatever is the occasion?”

“Oh, nothing really,” Mycroft hummed, standing up from his chair and straightening out the nonexistent crinkles in his coat. “A new recipe. Care to try?”

“Mycroft I know it’ll be heavenly. You’re always such an amazing cook.”

“Of course, of course,” he demurred, “but can’t a man want to his impress you?”

You blushed, smiling shyly at him. “We’ve been married for five years, Mycroft...”

“Time won’t change my desire, my dear. I will always want to impress you.”

Headcanons for Moriarty trying to impress you

This guy is all about grand gestures.

He’ll buy you expensive things and fly you out to random and exotic places. He’ll arrange fireworks to cover the London sky; he’ll rent out an amusement park for a whole day (or more) for you; he’ll take you to ridiculously expensive places.

It’s easy to show off with money and it’s one of the few things he’s comfortable doing. Everyone has a price, right?

Still that won’t be enough. Sure you could be impressed with the wealth he’s accumulated but that doesn’t mean you’re impressed with him. He’ll show off his intellect at every chance he gets.

He’ll manipulate events and conversations to his benefit. He’ll want every interaction you have him with to leave you in awe.

He’ll base it off of your interests. Interested in writing? Coincidentally he’s published a few books. Like to cook? Oh, wow, guess who’s won a Michelin star. Big fan of whatever fandom? Guess who’s buying the franchise.

Everything he does and says will be over the top.

(If you’ve been with him long enough he’ll actually start to compete against himself over past actions to impress you.)

He will absolutely brag about his criminal achievements and particularly elaborate plots.

Moriarty scenario 

It was still early on in your relationship with him. You’d been friends with Jim for a few years now, but your relationship was mostly through online messages. You hadn’t met him in person until a week ago when you moved to London.

It was actually rather odd. You were miraculously offered your dream job! And amazingly enough a crazy cheap (it was almost exactly as much as you could afford for a flat without having to live paycheck to paycheck) flat in a gorgeous neighborhood (frankly you didn’t believe the pricing given to you could really be it because it was so beautiful). 

When you had moved into the new home (somehow a lot of your old stuff got destroyed by the movers on the way so they paid you ten times the price it was worth to replace so in addition you got brand new furniture that you sorely needed) you almost instantly got a message from Jim asking to meet in real life.

The meeting had been brief since you had to get ready for work—he met you at a cute little café near your new home—but absolutely delightful. The two of you instantly connected and you were enamored by his brilliant mind and charming wit.

You had only been able to meet up a few more times after that until tonight.

Tonight was first “proper” date with him.

Now you knew Jim was wealthy (he was upfront about that after the two of you became friends) but that didn’t matter to you. You liked Jim for his addicting personality and you loved talking with him.

Still, you were caught off guard by how crazy expensive the restaurant was that he had taken you. It was in the heart of London and everyone was elegantly dressed.

You felt oddly out of place there, but Jim was quick to put you at ease with his warm banter.

The two of you sat down at a small little table. It was lit by candlelight and the music and conversation swelled around you.

“What do you think?” he asked, leaning towards you across the table.

“I-It’s gorgeous. Certainly very busy though, isn’t it? They must be constantly booked,” you replied, looking around. Every table was filled, after all.

“Is it too loud for you? Too many people?”

It was a bit intimidating being surrounded by so many beautiful and obviously rich people, but you didn’t want to say that out loud. He was treating you, after all. It would be rude to speak ill of his choice.

“Oh, I wouldn’t—”

Moriarty smiled charmingly at you, a gleam in his eyes. Something about his gaze made your voice fall silent. With great care and grace he lifted up his wine glass and gently tapped his spoon against it. On the third chime everyone else in the restaurant fell silent.

Then in the next second they all got up and filed out. You watched them leave with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. Within the minute the restaurant was entirely silent save for the sound of the candles flickering.

Moriarty watched you with that same smile on his face. “Better, my dear?”

“U-Um—wow.”

He winked. “Oh don’t say that so soon. I’ll give you a real reason for that praise later tonight.”

[ruethos]

Okay now that I’ve had a day and some to really process Kingdom, I’m gonna put my longer thoughts here under a read more cause I don’t expect anyone else to read this and this is mostly just to organize my opinions.

Okay so firstly, the Good:

MY BOY FINALLY GETTING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. ABSOLUTELY WILD THAT THIS WAS THE SERIES THAT DID IT WHEN I WAS EXPECTING HIM TO CONTINUE TO BE JUST, FLAT AND DUMB AND FUN, BUT I’M STILL HAPPY ABOUT IT.

He also didn’t die this time which is a plus.

Lesbian Spider My Beloved <3

Honestly the thing about the Allspark being in a symbiotic relationship with Cybertron and all the Cybertronians in it I thought was really interesting. I mean this brings up some questions but the idea itself is fun.

RN was fun for what we got of him! I enjoyed him interacting with WJ.

The idea that the entire war and the Allspark being ejected from Cybertron was a big set up by Unicron was interesting, and even tho I also have Questions about this, Unicron’s the god of evil and chaos and stuff. A god would be able to manipulate the events of mortals to suit his own plans.

I really liked AR tbh, I thought her model was really well done and her voice was fine. And of course, her interactions with BA~~ I would’ve liked to see her interact more with TT since they were implied to be together with that hug, but oh well.

BA’s VA knocked it out of the park, she sounded wonderful.

TBH I didn’t hate DB’s voice either. It did sound like his and TT’s voices were switched, but I didn’t mind it after a bit.

THERE WERE ACTUAL JOKES!!!! The prison break scene was what stood out the most, I was actually enjoying the dialogue between all the characters and it didn’t seem as weird as all the other dialogue.

Speaking of dialogue, “I can fly!” when Megs tried throwing my boy off the side of the Nemesis’s boarding platform (I guess he forgot he was a Seeker) would seem like it should feel hokey and dumb, but it worked??? Honestly that whole scene was fun, I enjoyed Star actually trying to do some good for once.

MC’s back must be hurting from carrying this show. Her episodes were the better ones and, since we got sequel bated, they BETTER be bringing her back to write for whatever the sequel is gonna be.

For the first time in this series I wasn’t bored at all when watching it! I was deathly bored during Siege and Earthrise lost my interest after maybe episode 2. Didn’t happen this time! I guess that’s the good thing about going in with absolutely the lowest expectations imaginable.

Okay, now the Bad:

Primal :^(((((  Too aggressive, too “fight first, ask questions later”. Like I get that they’ve been dealing with Nemesis for a long time, but you’d think that they’d notice that this lookalike has completely different colors?? IDK BW Primal would’ve asked questions before jumping into a fight i think.

TT and Cheets do literally NOTHING this whole season??? Like TT gets to be worried about AR and convinces Primal to help the Autobots, but after that he’s like, barely there? Barely says anything? Cheets gets maybe a line and runs ahead of the Autobots and that’s it I think. The boys had no character and there was no focus on them at all it was weird.

THEY JUST KILL THE CHARACTERS LEFT ON CYBERTRON OFF SCREEN! THE ABSOLUTE DISRESPECT OF IT ALL IS MIND-BOGGLING! Like, ELITA??? THE CHARACTER WHO HAD LIKE, THE MOST SCREEN TIME AFTER OP AND MEGS??? YOU’RE JUST GONNA DO THAT TO HER? None of this makes any sense like what was even the point of devoting that much time to them in Earthrise then??? If they were really that ultimately pointless then like, leave their stories off at the end of Siege and THEN kill them off? And devote more time to the characters that are off on the Arc/Nemesis.

I cared about literally no one other than DB, BA, AR, and Star.

These character models are too bulky to float and it look good. When Allspark!UM T-posed to assert his dominance and intimidate OP it looked absolutely hilarous, which I KNOW wasn’t their intention.

TRex Megs :^((((((((((((( Him being a G1 Megs fanboy was there in BW since he named himself after him and all, but that’s turned up to 11 and we don’t even get the super smart, conniving megalomaniac that he was in BW. He’s just there to be G1 Megs’s yes-man and do whatever he says. The voice they gave him fits this characterization, but it also made me want to shove him in a locker. BW Megs would wipe the floor with this one easily.

The voice direction is still awful. It’s not to the point where you have to play it at 1.5 speed for it to sound normal like in Siege and Earthrise, thankfully, but the characters STILL talk with these weird unnatural pauses???? OP is the worst about it. I get they’re probably trying to make it sound grandiose and important but it just sounded bad. 

[bluboothalassophile]

Could you do a fic where Raven and Jason are deciding who to invite to there wedding and they get an unexpected guests or guests

Hello,

I don’t know if this turned out how you want, but I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it! =)

Families of the Bride & Groom…

“Okay, so you have the Bats, I got Harley & Ivy,” Ravensaid.

“We’ll keep them separate,” Jason suggested.

“Mmm, which of us is getting Constantine?” Raven askedlooking up from the guest list. She and Jason had sorted out the guest list oftheir wedding weeks ago. Somethings were obvious, like the Bats were Jason’s family,Roy his best man; she had Harley, Ivy, Victor, and her family.

Others were a bit more challenging, like Constantine. Constantinewas like Jason’s uncle, and he was like her dad. No, Constantine wasn’t givingher away; that honor went to Victor Stone. Still, Jason and she had friends insimilar circles.

“You get him, he’s your dad,” Jason said.

“Are you sure, I mean, I know how much he means to you,”Raven pointed out.

“Yeah, I get Chas though,” Jason decided. “Zed already toldme; way before I even met you, how my wedding would be divided,” he shrugged.

“She didn’t leave you a master list, did she?” Raven asked.

“No, because I laughed at the mere thought of gettinghitched. When I asked who would be dumb enough to marry me, she threw hersketch pad at my head. She also told me I wasn’t marrying an idiot,” hegrumbled.

She smirked. “Zed at least knew I wasn’t an idiot.”

“Are you kidding little bird, pretty sure she saw you comingleagues away before we even crossed paths,” Jason chuckled looking wistful. “Soyeah, I was never getting Constantine, I get Chas.”

“Alright, maybe he and Vic can sort out who’s giving meaway,” Raven decided.

“Good luck,” he snorted.

She groaned as her head rested on the table. At theinsistence of her aunt, her uncle, and her grandfather, this wedding had turnedinto a circus event. A big Catholic wedding (Of course this was after Damian hadspilled the beans on her and Jason’s original wedding plans. So now they werehaving a family wedding at Uncle Jack’s insistence it was going to be a CatholicCeremony, else it’d be Jewish, at Alan’s insistence; Raven had found the middleground by just saying, Catholic wedding, Jewish party), Lucifer was paying, andhe had even selected the church. Yes, God was invited to this wedding, thoughRaven was praying he didn’t show.

“So, I have; Alice, Jack, Alan, Mary-Beth, Billy, Jessica,Mazikeen, Lucifer, Gabriel, Amenadiel, Azrael, Timmy, Teether, Melvin, Harley,Ivy, Constantine, and Vic; think God shall smite us or come to the wedding?”Raven said looking up from the papers.

“If he shows I’m punching him.”

She snorted, “Luci will probably pay money to see that.”

“You got them, I got Alfred, B, Cat, Dick, Mar'i, Jake, Tim,Steph, Cass, Babs, Duke, Damian, Terry, Helena, Roy, Lian, Chas, Artemis, Bizarro,Kyle, Donna,” he started.

“No, you can’t have Donna,” Raven said looking at her list. “Donna’smy maid of honor, you know, because…” she shrugged.

“Ah, right,” he nodded.

“You want Linda?”

“No, Linda’s with Lucifer, you have Linda,” he said.

“Hm… how about Garfield?”

“No.”

“He’s coming to the wedding.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s my friend.”

“He’s an ex!”

“Jason, two words: Rose Wilson!”

“So not even close to the same thing,” he muttered.

“You invited Rose, she invited Joe, and if you can have RoseI’d like Gar there.”

“Fine you can have Garfield,” he sighed.

“And Garth.”

“Why don’t we just invite the entire hero and villain community,shut off this list debate?” Jason suggested.

“No!”

“This was so much easier before we had to have a wedding!” Jasongroaned.

Raven sighed in agreement. Because their plan was simple,they would take a few family and friends to the courthouse, get married, thenhave the party with friends and family. Apparently though, that wasn’t allowedwith Damian Wayne; nope, the little Arabian Prince had gone overboard andannounced that this union would be proper with all the family there. No one inthe Bats had seen Damian so insistent on that point; honestly, he was the lastperson anyone expected to care about this matter.

Their door was thrown open which had Raven and Jason lookingup as Damian walked in, he was looking mighty haughty about something. Whichhad her eyes narrowing.

“I see you are going over the reservations for the guests,”he deduced.

“I hate this, what was wrong with our wedding plans!?” Ravendemanded sharply.

“Too simplistic, and this is a long awaited union.” The teensnapped with an authority he didn’t have.

“What Wait!?” Jason and she shouted. It wasn’t like theywere Bruce and Selina who had danced around each other for decades! And she andJason hadn’t been ducking each other, they were just friends first. The datingthing was a fluke that had accidentally worked out to this point. But the demonspawn (not her) had decided they needed a wedding; a big wedding since Jason proposed.

“You two imbeciles had avoid this for years,” Damian snapped.

Raven glared at him.

“Now, I came to request that I be allowed a plus one,” hestated.

“And who are you inviting!?’ Jason sputtered.

“A date.”

“Who!?”

“You will have to see, but as father said I was too young Icouldn’t have a plus one, so I have come to ask that you adjust the plans.” Damianlooked a bit bashful then.

Jason groaned as his head fell back. “Fine, fuck, fine!”

No shenanigans at this wedding Damian,” Raven warned.

“I would never!” he sputtered. Raven rolled her eyes.

“So, this plus one, add it to your side of the aisle Jay,”Raven decided.

“Why couldn’t you just take the Bats? They like you more,”he grumbled.

“You want Lucifer?”

“I’ll take the Bats.”

“I thought as much,” she sighed.

“You two have not finished the guest list?” Damian scowled.

“We’re at the divide and conquer phase of this,” Jason countered.

“Tt, should have finished this weeks ago,” he chided.

“You are welcome to sort this out for us!” Raven snapped.

He actually balked before hurrying out of the apartment.

“So, I got the demon spawn’s plus one, do you have God onyour side or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll take God if He shows. And damn that sounds weird.”

“The Supers, why are we inviting the Supers?”

“The same reasons the Flash and Arrows are coming,” Raven answereddryly.

“Fuck this was easier when it was just you and me to thecourthouse.”

[mintcrash]

ok so I haven’t written anything in many mnay years, but procrastination and too Many Comics can do strange things.

Just some drabble which forms some coherent one-shot I guess.

Damian never liked Tim,but after this, he will never forgive him.

Basically Tim has to monior Damian in some ‘mandatory dress training’. Damian is cute and angry, Tim is a good brother, and Dick is less so.

~1800 words, literally don’t know what I’m doing, mindless fluff and poofy dresses.

—

Damian doesn’t know what to do. Damian Al Ghul: Robin, son of Batman, heir to the League of Assassins is absolutely stunned. He’s faced assassins, demons, beasts of unfathomable proportions. He has come so far in his few short years that immortals would be seething with jealousy. He came back from the dead, and he doesn’t know what to do. Trained by the world’s greatest, and here he stands, Tim Drake having frozen him in his tracks.

“You want…I’m sorry Drake, but what?”

“You heard me.”

“Drake, of all thi- this is ridiculous-“

“Yeah, well it’s a compulsory part of the training, and now you’ll fit into it, so get over here and put this on right now or I’m calling Dick.”

“-Tt-,” he scowled as he eyed Tim, glancing between his brother’s innocent, amused expression and the object of questionable origins in his arms, “You would enjoy this, you-“

Tim’s hands went up defensively, a film of glitter gracing his forearms. “Nuh-uh you stop looking at me like that right now demon child. This was definitely not my idea and I just want to get back to my case so if you wouldn’t mind-”

Damian snatched the pile of hoops and fabric from him. Honestly. What kind of family is this. “Well then, whose idea was it?” He struggled to turn the pale pink mess over in his arms, barely catching glimpses of the layers of tulle sticking out from what was presumably the bottom.

“Nobodys! I swear, this is actually a part of training,” Tim grimaced, ignoring the laugh building in response to Damian’s disgusted face, “Bruce makes all of us do it, but seeing as he’s overseas, Dick’s busy, and Jason’s who-knows-where, I’m in charge of…this.”

Damian wasn’t convinced. He could see Tim’s mouth twitching in that insufferable face he made whenever he had something to do with something unpleasant. He’s lying. It had to be some kind of sick Tim Drake joke. After all this time, he should be forced to wear, well, this. Despicable.

“For what possible reason – “

“Hey - don’t get me started runt.” Tim sauntered past the table, grabbing his coffee before planting himself in the nearest armchair with great satisfaction, falling into what looked like the least comfortable position any human being could manage. “I had to learn how to walk in it. Dick had to learn how to dance in it.  And – holy cow- Jason­ knows how to seduce anyone in it, so I’m sure that you, with your mighty mind can master all of that and more. Hey, I have to say though, it is easier than sitting in a pencil skirt, but doesn’t make your butt look nearly as good.”

Damian stared as Tim serenely sipped his coffee. He’d been through heels, and the cursed pencil skirts, but this? He stared at the pile in his arms with distain.

“Why does it have to be pink.”

“Hm? What was that?”

“I hate you Drake.”

  ----

  Two hours, a torn underskirt, a snapped hoop, a broken zip and four fake bras later, Damian Wayne finally came into the lounge so that Tim could assess him.

“Finally, took you - woah”

Damian’s cheeks flushed. He was used to being critiqued and hunted by his insufferable brother, not flattered.

“Well? Stop staring you trout, do I pass?”

His mouth just hung open. What used to be his little demon brother actually looked, well, really good. His hair had been ruffled from wrestling with the dress, which somehow made him look even better. The dress managed to frame his lithe, false-breasted body exceptionally. Alfred was probably the only reason it was still in one piece, and the old, pristine fabric of the training gown caught the fading light perfectly. A river of fuchsia sequins rippled like a tail down the centre, framed by black velvet stripes. A black collar complemented dark sleeves, flowing from a high-waisted pale pink centrepiece, ending in a thick black ribbon. From this stemmed a pink hoop gown, the rich satin glistening in the fading light from the half-open curtains.

Dang, his brother looked better than he ever did in that thing.

Snapped out of his musings by a sharp -tt-, Tim hastily responded, “It, uh- the colour…really, brings out your eyes, I guess.”

“Really Drake? Am I that good that I don’t require any real critique?” Damian swished, hands falling in a naturally petite manner to his hips.

Tim had to hold back a snort. “Well, if you really want to know, you’re as ugly as ever, and need a wig. Your hair is shocking. And your shoulders – I can tell you’re a little self- “

“I am n – “

“Don’t interrupt me, princess. As I was saying, you’re self-conscious. You’ve got to hold your shoulders back, puff out your chest a little - no not like – agh wait, lemme, more like this, see?” Tim stood as close as he felt was a safe distance to the dinosaur in a dress, but pulled himself into a ballerina stance. “It’s like someone’s drawn a string up your spine, yeah that’s a little better, but don’t be so tense, relax your shoulders a little. Yes. Much better.”

Tim continued to give instruction and Damian let himself relax a little. The dress wasn’t all uncomfortable. Besides, there was no denying Drake thought he looked good. At least a little.

After learning to walk, especially up and down stairs holding the length of puffy fabric, Tim called for Alfred to bring in the shoes. Combining them with the dress proved to be…difficult, but he only stepped on the hem twice, and that was because he was trying to stand up and the dress just got everywhere once you sat down.

Dancing was a lot harder.

“You know-“

“Yes, of course I know the waltz, you dimwit. And I am not dancing with you, no matter how much ‘practice’ anybody insists I need.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Tim sat back into his observing station, nursing his third coffee of the day, taking note of his brother’s movements.

“You’re doing the girl’s part, remember.”

“Shut up”

“…Keep your back straight, you’re losing-“

“Mm”

“…Relax those shoulders princess.”

“-tt-“

  ----

  Asides from the occasional misstep in the heels, which left a few new holes in the first layer of the skirt, and his tense shoulders, Tim thought Damian was more of a natural in the dress than any of them had been, except maybe Dick.

“Are we done now?”

Turning his head from a fresh brew, he sighted the pile of fabric sprawled on the furthest armchair. The second pair of heels had been kicked off and a light sheen of glitter rested with them on the floor nearby.

“Sadly, no.”

“What?!” The pile twisted as Damian almost fell on the floor, “You said one more dance-“

“Until I’m done, you still have something else to do.”

Damian’s face could probably boil water, but Tim wasn’t finished. “After this, you can remove the beautiful dress and reclaim your natural demon state. Besides, a normal gala usually goes for at least another twenty minutes. Put on that one pair of heels which you actually liked, and I’ll give my final assessment.”

Damian tutted, pulling on his shoes and staring daggers at his brother before finally straightening up and twirling one more time.

“Fine. Just…hurry up.”

Then Dick walked in.

He froze. Damian stiffened. Tim grinned.

“You…little…”

“DAMI!”

Dick spread his arms wide, soggy hair from his after-work shower flicking drips behind him as he bounded up to his little brother. Damian braced himself for whatever was coming.

“Damian it…you…it’s perfect! You look amazing!” He turned to Tim, “How’d you-“

“With a lot of patience.”

Both smiled like maniacs as Damian suffered their compliments.

“Oh Darlene, your dress is stunning tonight.”

“Oh Diana I love your shoes!”

“Dmitri, that colour really brings out your flawless skin.”

“And your eyes!”

“Did he get the posture right?”

“Most of the time”

“Dami, relax your shoulders-“

“So.  I’ve.  Been. Told.”

“Oh you have to give me a walk. Come on, just one? I promise I will never talk of this –“

“Shut up. I will, only because I want this torment to end sooner.”

So, Damian did. He glided flawlessly up the room, twirled liked only the finest of socialites, then turned to see – Grayson’s Phone. Abandoning any hints of walking, Damian pulled up the dress, revealing a half-on shoe. With a quick and expert flick of his ankle, it flew off and landed violently on the camera. Tim snorted, sharing a quick smile with the youngest. Dick just looked hurt.

“Aww, come on Dami! It’s compulsory for everyone to have documented photos of all important training events. Besides, Bruce needs photographic evidence of this occasion.”

“Shut up, Grayson. I swear if you show those to anyone I will slice your hand off.”

“Well, I think that about covers everything now.” Tim interrupted before Damian actually attacked anyone. He stood, and with the straightest face and most serious voice he could muster, said, “You have my permission, as your supervisor for this training session, to get out of the dress, until such time comes that it is needed for mission purposes. Also, I’ll have to write all this down, but you really need to work on relaxing your shoulders.”

Damian’s sour expression turned to Tim, “Drake, if you mention this to anyone, I will have a good reason to cut off your coffee supply for a week.” He turned with great flair, radiating an attitude fitting for his outfit, and stormed into the next room.

“Oh, and Damian?” Dick called before he slammed the door behind him, “Just remember, with the whole relaxing your shoulders thing, think of it like swordplay – you only tense before you strike. And if you do ever have to wear one of those, at least you’ll be prepared. Plus, Bruce had to have this training too, so-“

“Wait, what?!? Father had to- “

“Ohohoho yes he did.” Dick’s phone was back up as he searched for the ‘compulsory photographic documentation’.

Damian stalked over as fast as he could, hoisting the dress.  Tim rolled off the couch too. He was not going to miss this.

“He thought he should try it out when he made me do it. Justified it as ‘needing practice’ and ‘learning from a woman’s perspective’, but I don’t think anybody his size needs to put themselves through something they obviously can’t pull off. Now where’s…ahah!”

The room fell silent. The air was concrete as Dick held in the fiery laugh building in his chest.

“Is that-“

“Yes.”

“Gets me every time.”

“In pink-“

“Oooohhh yeah.”

“You know it.”

Damian was disgraced. Tim was choking back his laughter. Dick was…well, Grayson was beaming in the background of the photo, wearing the same dress Damian had on now. It…complemented his Father’s.

“Oh he really cannot pull that off.” Tim commented.

“I KNOW, right?! He kept telling me it was for experience but honestly I think he was just enjoying himself.”

Damian snuffed, “-tt-, he needs to relax his shoulders.”

Tim and Dick shared stunned glances before Dick mumbled, “Guess it runs in the family.”

[konowhore]

Let’s Bold it Tag

Tagged by @wannabl [thanks sm ily]

rules: bold what is true about you in the following statements/questions.

( ) or [ ] or { } - my side comments that are unwanted but I write anyways

I’ll cut it off here since this is really long.

APPEARANCE: 

I am 5’7’’ or taller 

I wear glasses {sometimes i wear fake ones}

I have at least one tattoo [i want one i hope my dad doesn’t see this]

I have at least one piercing (one on each lobe)

I have blonde hair (i have dark hair but omg blonde hair is so pretty????)

I have brown eyes 

I have short hair {my hair is almost past my butt holy fxxk but i need to cut it because the dead ends ;; but i’m trying to grow it out}

My abs are at least somewhat defined [wHAT A JOKE]

I have or had braces (they’re off rn)

There is something I would change about the way I look 

PERSONALITY: 

My Hogwarts House is: Gryffindor (according to a quiz I took which I did not understand) / Hufflepuff / Ravenclaw / Slytherin 

I am an introvert {I’d say I’m an ambivert though?}

I like meeting new people [sometimes] 

People tell me I’m funny (one person did) 

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me {somebody asks for help? I can’t say no. Plus I’m that one friend people can count on I guess} 

I enjoy physical challenges [ew]

I enjoy mental challenges (only sometimes) 

I’m playfully rude to people that I’m close to

There is something I would change about my personality {I feel like I might scare people off??? and I’m really super wanjeon heol awkward}

ABILITY: 

I can sing well [I’m okay (i was about to rant about my ex-best friend omg)] 

I can play an instrument (I can play a little bit of ‘Don’t Wanna Cry’ and Chopsticks) 

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping {uhm no never bYE}

I’m a fast runner 

I can draw well [I’m okay]

I have a good memory (sort of? I’m just not gonna bold thes)

I’m good at doing math in my head 

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute 

I have beaten at least two people in arm wrestling 

I know how to cook three meals from scratch 

I know how to throw a proper punch 

HOBBIES: 

I enjoy playing sports [Sometimes]  

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else (was an amateur cheerleader)

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else 

I have learned a new song in the past week  

I work out at least once a week 

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months 

I have drawn something in the past month 

I enjoy writing 

Fandoms are my number one priority [not number 1 but eh]

I do or have done martial arts 

EXPERIENCES: 

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol (wHOOPS {my aunt was visiting from Korea and she  mixed soju and budlight together. My parents let me drink that so...}) 

I have scored the winning goal in a game 

I have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting [To Be Continued counts] 

I have been at an overnight event 

I have been in a taxi 

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year 

I have beaten a video game in one day 

I have visited another country 

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIP: 

I’m in a relationship 

I have a celebrity crush 

I have a crush on someone I know (can’t believe i still have a semi-crush on him)

I have been in at least three (shitty) relationships  

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings for them {HE ACCEPTED BUT COULDN’T GO TO FORMAL TT he’s dating smeone now but i’m okay :”)} 

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year (i still kinda have a crush on him) 

I have been in a relationship for over a year 

I have had feelings for a friend [He was my locker neighbor, friend, and crush] 

MY LIFE: 

I have at least one person I consider a best friend 

I live close to my school 

My parents are still together 

I have at least one sibling {2 younger brothers and a younger siste (who’s name is Autumn. haha get it?)} 

I live in the United States 

There is snow right now where I live 

I have hung out with a friend from school in the past month 

I have a smartphone 

I have at least 15 CDs (since i don’t have a phone :/ I have 40 to be exact. I’ll burn more CDs later for my August come backs) 

I share my room with someone {Autumn} 

RANDOM: 

I have break danced [I tried???]

I know a person named Jamie 

I have had a teacher with a last name that is hard to pronounce 

I have dyed my hair 

I’m listening to one song/album on repeat right now [song: ioi - downpour album: KNK: gravity completed]

I have punched someone in the past week [in the arm]

I know someone who has gone to jail 

I have broken a bone (fractured)

I have eaten a waffle today 

I know what I want to do with my life 

I speak at least 2 languages fluently 

I have made a friend in the past year 

I’ll tag @wannaoneioi @sweetbabygirllor @seventeenslilsister @p-arkwoojin // @t-akadakenta // @httpxseventeen (idk which one you’d want me to tag you with??) and anyone else who wants to do this ^ ^ 

side-note: you guys do not have to do this :)

[hoonface]

Tag Games?

Thank you for tagging me!! @s-lay-ing​ I ACTUALLY REALLY LOVE YOUR BLOG AKDHSKASJDH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I’m not sure which ones I was supposed to do? So I just did all of them XD I would like to taaag ( Rules: Answer the questions and tag amazing followers you would like to get to know better!) IS THAT THE RULE IM NOT SURE IM SO CLUELESS PLEASE FORGIVE ME :| anyywaaay @wonuthewhale @healinghoshi i see carmen is already tagged so no jisoosmeoli then @jisoominghao @jeongjarsofhannie and @zeungkwan !! Optional of course, and anyone else who’d like to do this is absolutely welcomed!! 

Name: I prefer to be called Camilla online for personal reasons 😃 I     hope you all understand!

Nicknames: not much tbh?  

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Height: I actually don’t know? Around 155-157?     Short af =-=

Orientation: …pardon? As in introduction? WAIT     IM GONNA GOOGLE THIS: it says something but I don’t get it um so it says     basic attitudes? I like to not badmouth about anyone? I’m sorry I can’t do     this one TT-TT 

Ethnicity: I’m from Hong Kong 😃   

Favorite Fruit: …I actually don’t know um I like     cherry tomatoes cut in half with cooking salt on them? I’m strange yes.

Favorite Season: Autumn 

Favorite Book: this question is asking too     much of me I LOVE READING MY FAVOURITE SERIES WOULD EITHER BE THE LAND OF     STORIES, OR THE HUNGER GAMES 1, CAUSE TWO AND THREE WERE CONFUSING AF. 

Favorite Flower: Jeonghan’s sunflower: Minghao     XD

Favorite Scent: food? In general?

Favorite Colour: I like soft orange kind of? 

Favorite Animal: Your domestic house pets, but     I am open to new animals 😃

Favorite Beverage: …soda? Until the carbon     goes up your nose and it hurts like hell :DD

Average Sleep Hours: Depends if I’m in exam     period or not? Usually around 7-4??

Favorite Fictional Character: …I um. Don’t know?     Sorry :|

Number of blankets you sleep with: this is so     random what XD around one or two. Depends on season.

Dream Trip: The Maldives and Italy, after that     I’m up for everything 

Blog Created: Ooooh… September 2016?

Hogwarts House: I haven’t Harry Pottered don’t     kill me pls

Time Right Now: 7 something pm

Lucky Number: 5?

Last Thing I Googled: define “orientation” as     reference to ^^^^^ 

Favorite Bands/groups: I don’t really have a     favourite group outside Seventeen, cause before kpop I listened to a     variety? BUT HELL YEAH SEVENTEEN!

Favorite Solo Artist: I’m not sure heheh…

Song stuck in my head: From Now On, Kim Min     Seung, THAT CUTE CUTE CUTE OST FROM WEIGHTLIFTING FAIRY  

Last movie watched: in the cinemas? SAO’s     Ordinal Scale. 

Last TV show watched: let’s just say     weightlifting fairy for this

What are you wearing right now: pyjamas?

Dream job: I don’t really have my mind set     yet, but my mother suggested an editor? If I’m good enough at English that     is XD 

Following: um let me check…361 as of today!

Posts: 2169 holy crap

Do you get asks regularly: no TT-TT please     feel free to make my day and drop in! 

Do you have any other blogs: nope XD I came to     Tumblr to get to know Seventeen better WHEN I CRASHED AND BURNED INTO     DIAMOND LIFE AFTER MANSAE MV OK I GOT SO ALSDLASDKJ

What I Post About: I don’t post that much, but     when I do its usually kpop? And occasionally personal, if you see a full     stop and the tags will be me ranting or talking to myself/

Why you chose your url: I suck at puns so     yeah. It used to be seventeenismyhealing and I miss that url… 

When Did My Blog Reach it’s Peak: HOW DO I     CHECK THIS? I am sorry I don’t know how to check this…

Second game:  AM I ALLOWED TO DO THIS?

rules: bold the statements that apply to you!

appearance:

i am 5′7″ or taller

i     wear glasses

i have at least one     piercing 

i have blonde hair

i have brown eyes

i have short hair

my abs are at least somewhat defined

i have or have had     braces

there     is something i would change about the way i look

personality:

my hogwarts house is: gryffindor hufflepuff     ravenclaw slytherin

i am an introvert

i like meeting new people 

people tell me that i’m funny

helping others with their problems is a big     priority for me

i enjoy physical challenges (depends of the challenge obvi)

i enjoy mental challenges

i’m playfully rude with people i know well

i started saying     something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it

there     is something i would change about my personality

ability:

i can sing well

i     can play an instrument

i can do over 30 pushups without stopping

i’m a fast runner

i can draw well

i have a good memory I am the human     dory. I don’t remember the stuff I’m meant to remember but I remember all     the things I don’t need to help.

i’m     good at doing math in my head

i can hold my breath underwater for over a     minute

i have beaten at     least 2 people in arm wrestling

i know how to cook     at least 3 meals from scratch

i know how to throw a proper punch

hobbies:

i     enjoy playing sports

i’m     on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or     somewhere else

i have learned a new song in the past week

i work out at least once a week

i’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the     warmer months

i     have drawn something in the past month – I DREW AN EAGLE IN ART TODAY IT     LOOKS BAD LOL

i enjoy writing (yet I don’t do it :p)

fandoms     are my #1 passion

i do or have done martial arts

experiences:

i have had my first     kiss

i have had alcohol

i have scored the winning goal in a sports     game I play basketball     the points add up I don’t know who scores the winning basket XD 

i have watched an entire season of a tv show     in one sitting in     a day?

i have been at an overnight event

i have been in a     taxi

i     have been in the hospital or er in the past year

i have beaten a video game in one day

i have visited     another country

i have been to one of my favourite band’s     concerts 

relationship:

i’m in a relationship

i have a celebrity crush

i have a crush on someone i know

i have been in at least 3 relationships

i have never been in a relationship

i have asked someone out or admitted my     feelings to them

i get crushes easily

i     have had a crush on someone for over a year

i have been in a relationship for at least a     year

i     have had feelings for a friend FRIENDZONEED     lol jks were like best friends now

my life:

i have at least one person i consider a “best     friend”

i live close to my school (I used to but I     don’t go to school/uni anymore)

my parents are still together

i have at least one sibling

i live in the united states

there is snow right now where i live

i     have hung out with a friend outside of school in the past month we don’t go     to the same school anymoreeee

i have a smartphone

i have at least 15     cds

i share my room with someone

random shit:

i have breakdanced

i     know a person named jamie

i     have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

i have dyed my hair

i’m listening to one song on repeat right now     (bruh holy shit I have monsta x’s beautiful on repeat right as we speak)

i     have punched someone in the past week NOT REALLY JUST LIGHT PUNCH I THINK

i know someone who has gone to jail

i have broken a bone

i have eaten a waffle today

i know what i want to do with my life

i speak at least 2 languages fluently

i have made a new friend in the past year

[vigillantxiao]

bold game tag~

i’ve been tagged so many times but i’m not that active and forget i was tagged TT but let’s do this~

BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOU!

APPEARANCE:

I am 5′7″ or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces There is something i would change about the way I look

PERSONALITY:

My Hogwarts house is: Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Slytherin  I am an introvert I like meeting new people (i like meeting new people but i’m too scared to initiate a conversation ah) People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 push ups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing Fandoms are my #1 passion I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIP:

I’m in a relationship I have a celebrity crush I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend outside of school in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages fluently I have made a new friend in the past year

I’m not gonna tag anyone but feel free to do this~

[laureneflannery-blog]

karups babes - Life, Death and Amateur Picture Galleries

So, once I arrived and the event started I not only spent some time swiping matches on Tinder but also posted in a couple of other places to see whether anyone in the area was at or near the event. As it was just a one day event I wasnt holding out much hope of any encounters but was at least determined to try and see what, if anything, cropped up.

tt/2kxxyVt), kitting myself out in a maids outfit, with a short skirt and white thigh-high socks. He was also in cosplay - as the 11th Doctor - and once he saw my outfit he was quick to compliment me on how much he loved it, and from there it wasnt long until the conversation turned sexual. As it happened, it was one of those other apps that brought me luck - someone sent me a message letting me know that they were also at the convention, and after a quick chat we both swapped pictures of ourselves. As were both at the event alone, after some more discussion we decided to meet up and see if anywhere caught our eye, and so agreed on a meeting place and headed to meet one another. He was only a couple of years older than me, not much taller, and with short, curly hair and a slightly heavier build that didnt make him an ideal 11th Doctor - still, he wasnt unattractive either, and so I bounded up and said hi before we talked for a little where we were. My outfit of choice for the day was my second time dressing as Rem from Re:Zero (http://ift. Its been a boring and frustrating start to the year, but at last this weekend brought about the years first Comic Con for me, meaning a trip across the country, a Friday night staying at a friends house who happened to live pretty close to the convention, and then an early start on Saturday morning to get changed into cosplay and jump onto a local train for the event. " he asked, prompting us to get moving and get down to business. "Shall we go for a walk and find somewhere? Beyond the odd snippet of conversation or suggestion for where to look we didnt talk much, a silent mix of nerves and excitement in the air instead. Neither of us had a place nearby we could go to, so plans instead switched to whether there was anywhere else out of the way we could slip away to. After walking through the event hall and realising thered be nowhere suitable there, and dismissing the idea of trying to do anything in the packed toilets, we instead headed out through the main entrance and headed away from the crowds towards the further reaches of the conventional hall building. Eventually we came around the far side of the building and found a deserted area - away from all of the loading bays and staff entrances, and next to a main road but sheltered from it by a thick lining of trees and hedges. Moving over to the most sheltered part of this area, we stopped against the wall of the building, and after another awkward moment he asked if it was okay to kiss me. After nodding my assent, I was soon pressed against the metal wall of the convention centre as he started to karup pussy kiss me, carefully at first then with increasing intensity. A couple of months of frustration and our public location meant that going slow wasnt in my mind - I wanted to feel pleasure from someone elses efforts, so responded with a question of my own. "This looks quiet" I suggested, and after some hesitating and nervously looking around for a flaw in our plan we decided to throw any further caution to the wind and just go for it. "What do you want me to do? "Would you like to lick my pussy? Kissing each of my thighs a few times, I felt him using his fingers to hook my blue and white striped knickers to one side, and to assist him I slightly awkwardly leaned back against the building so that I could lift one leg and drape it over his shoulder. It was a simple but effective tactic that was giving me the stimulation I needed, and it must only have been five minutes before I was moaning, moving my hips and grinding against his face, holding my short skirt up average naked girl pics as I urged him on, still awkwardly standing with one leg over his shoulder. With so many Doctor Who cosplayers around I nearly had a false alarm and went to introduce myself to the wrong person, but realised my mistake in the nick of time and eventually found the guy Id been talking to. My needs soon turned into arousal, and I could feel my wetness increasing as he pushed his face harder into my crotch, concentrating solely on licking, sucking and teasing my clit with his lips and tongue while his hands squeezed and kneaded my behind through my knickers as he pulled me into his face. " "Id love to" was his response, and with that he was soon getting onto his knees in front of me, his hands running excitedly up my legs, beyond the tops of my socks and over my thighs, pushing up my skirt with first his hands then his head. " he asked after breaking the kiss, putting me in charge of how things progressed. This gave him the easier access he needed to pull my knickers aside, and I quickly felt his tongue seeking out and eventually finding my clit as I sighed happily at the sensation. " was his next question, and nodding I picked up my back which Id set on the floor beside us and fished one out to hand to him. "Do you wanna turn around? Almost falling as I pushed him away and tried to unhook my leg at the same time as the sensation became too great - I practically hopped on the spot until I could untangle myself and get back to a proper standing position, while he picked himself up off the ground with a wet, smiling face. Satisfied that I was ready, I then felt his cock pressing and teasing up and down my lips. After a few moments I felt my skirt being pushed up around my hips, before fingers reached into the waistband of my knickers as they were tugged quickly down around my knees. "Do you have a condom? Sadly, the whole thing was over rather briefly, and after a few minutes of this fast and relatively hard fucking I felt him press deep into my and gasp a few times as he came. He pulled out and pulled off the condom while I pulled my knickers back up over my soaking pussy, before he talked about how much hed enjoyed it. I shuffled my feet and shifted position to stand a little taller, spread my legs a little wider and press my backside out towards him a little more - this gave him the access that he needed to slowly, carefully push his cock into me while I grunted at the feel of a penis inside me for the first time this year. Picking up my bag, we walked back around the event building as we cooled off in the freezing air, eventually finding ourselves back at the entrance. Once Id had my fill of the day I headed back to my friends house on the train to change just as she was heading out to work for the evening. " he enquired as he ripped open the packet, and knowing what he wanted I dutifully turned around and leaned forward, placing my hands against the icy cold metal structure of the building which also reminded me of how freezing cold the day was, although it hadnt bothered me to that point as my mind had been elsewhere. Then I felt one hand on my ass, while the other reached between my legs to run a finger up and down my pussy lips to test my wetness. The match in question is supposed to be arriving here in 20 minutes as I write this, so I had just enough time to recount this story before hopefully heading off on another crazy adventure! He gripped me tighter with his hands and attacked my clit with even more gusto in response, and I was soon panting and groaning which turned into yelps as I came. Once he was inside me, a few slow thrusts soon gave way to a quick, fast fuck - his need for release clearly mirrored my own just minutes before, as rather than making things last he held my hips and thrust rapidly against me as I braced myself against the wall, head down and moaning from his movements inside me. My plan was simply to change, shower and then head home myself, but another Tinder match might have just changed those plans. We hung out a little longer as we re-entered the event, but found ourselves with little in common or to talk about - eventually he was the first to make his excuses, and I waved him off as he thanked me some more, at least a little more satisfied than when I started. If you have any issues relating to exactly where and how to use karup pussy, you can call us at the web site.

[a1coachingmaster-blog]

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My Way, My Journey

I’m just back in from the gym where I landed a new deadlift PB!

I’m delighted to be honest as it’s the first time I’ve given the gym priority over the bike for a period of time.

This wasn’t by choice as you know, my schedule confined my training hours and instead of getting super frustrated I decided to really work on an aspect of training that didn’t need a lot of hours.

  The journey

Anyway today I’m going to give you an insight of my journey to where I am now and really pick away at the importance of knowing your why.

Most people that know me well are pretty well aware my career on the bike was marred with events that went on to shape the person I am today.

‘Woah that sounds heavy’.

Well maybe it is heavy, but as a troublesome enough teenager who never really appreciated the school system I was always looking for an escape.

Not that I knew it at the time but that came in the presence of a professional cyclist marrying my aunt.

For some weird reason I latched onto ‘Paul’ and he went on to influence my life in the greatest possible way.

He introduced me to a bike.

Not that it was his intention but I was skiving off school to go training at every available opportunity

I even began cycling to school changing into my kit stored in the locker and going cycling for the day returning to school before getting changed again to go home.

I began to slip in school purely out of lack of interest and I left to pursue an apprenticeship in carpentry.

Or so it seemed!

I had no interest in carpentry whatsoever and had no intention of finishing it, I just wanted to ride my bike.

You see I was a complete dreamer, I thought becoming a pro was a simple as deciding to become one.

The reality was I had no idea what that took and how far off I was.

However I was extremely happy with being a dreamer and training with my older brother type figure Paul every day I was pretty content.

Everywhere he went – there I was.

It got to the stage I morphed into looking as he did on the bike.

He was a true gent and he truly did in some ways shape the person I am today.

  National championships

After the Ras in 2009 – which was my first at 18 years of age – joint youngest with Sam Bennett who stole all the limelight with a stage win!

Paul also won a terrific stage in doing so he netted something he had wanted to achieve for some time.

That win of his was just as satisfying as any of mine personally.

Following the Ras, myself and Paul scribed out a plan for the national TT champs which were on later that year – in September.

He was going for the elite title where I planned on a medal in the under 23 race.

  The worst day of my life

On the 16th of August 2009 Paul was killed in what appeared to be a car accident.

This was later confirmed to be heart issue which had already took his life before the accident had taken place.

There’s no point in my trying to explain what went on within my head following the accident because in truth nearly 7 years on I’m still getting over it.

I had hit a major crossroads – not that I knew it.

I lost a best mate, virtual brother, training partner, and team mate – everything gone…. Just like that.

The day after the funeral – I remember looking at the bike and I believe something snapped inside.

I began training twice a day.

I done everything right – I was almost on auto pilot.

I won the champs in 2009 by close to 2 minutes… I didn’t feel any pain until 5 kilometres to go in the 40 k TT.

I knew on the start line I was going to win – the effort itself was just a formality.

I don’t know if I ever would have won that race or left for France the following year if it didn’t happen…

Shortly after the champs I got a call up for the world champs TT…

I was ecstatic!

It was all still a blur however.

  My why?

I spoke to Paul about going pro an awful lot – truth is I had no idea what it meant.

I had this illusion of what it would be like in my head and this is what made me train –HARD.

Looking back it was Paul and what happened that drove something deep inside me to succeed…

Maybe I wanted to do it for him because he no longer had the chance or to prove to him that I actually did have the ability.

Ask yourself! – Do you know no what drives you to train as hard as you do?

Nowadays my ‘why’ is completely different and eventually proving I was good enough to everyone else fizzled out.

I made it to the pro ranks and struggled with the acceptance of what it was, it was marred by crashes which had a profound input and when I was told I needed to stop for 6 months due to head injuries I was unwilling to sit around and wait.

So a new chapter of my life began.

In hindsight I struggled with accepting what I envisioned as being successful was out of my reach as an athlete – ‘I hate the term packed it in’.

I never packed the bike – I packed the full time dream- being honest the crashes changed me and in some way started what has been a new challenging journey and decision I’m happy to stand by.

I decided to go back to school the following year and the rest in history.

One thing has never changed though, I haven’t ever been without my bike and when I’m out there isn’t a ride I don’t think of the big man that introduced me to it in the first place.

It all sounds a bit rough, disappointing and a little unfortunate.

“It’s awful that happened so early in your career” etc. etc.

You see I don’t see it like that at all.

And anyone that knows me – knows very well that I don’t feel one bit unlucky.

I look back on what I achieved with great fondness, I feel privileged that I had Paul in my life at all and what I learned through cycling far exceeded what I was going to learn in school at that stage.

I learned so much about myself as an athlete and person and although my goals and my why have changed, I know when I want to switch it back on it isn’t too far away.

  The happy times

I was asked to write a blog about my career and some of the great happy times of which there were many!

The truth is though, cycling full time is tough and not for the faint hearted.

In terms of downs and setbacks, there are far more than highs and this is apparent at every level.

However I certainly don’t dream of the setbacks I dream of the highs.

Like that Sunday winter spin in the Wicklow mountains with Paul.

We got lost and clocked up 6 hours and we still had to make our way home – we stopped for coffee because I was completely fucked.

We ate like pigs – little did I know he thought I was paying and vice versa.

‘You have cash right’?

Bollox!

A few minutes later he said he was going to the toilet to take a call.

Until I saw him outside at the bikes waving me out of the café!

‘Will you come on ta fuck?’

We sprinted off up the road leaving the bill behind us- to my everlasting shame.

He assured me he went back in the following weeks to pay but only he knows if that ever took place – I for one have my doubts!

Although they don’t come along all that often in our game the highs are so satisfying that they make amends for tonnes of setbacks.

I wouldn’t try butter our sport up in any other way –

The truth is you picked the hardest sport in the world – but guess what – I wouldn’t change it for the world!

A. Buggle