#cami: interview

[fyeahvarchie]

how did rudy mancuso meet camila mendes (x)

[highly-flammable]

Never ask a woman her age, a man his salary and Joseph Morgan why his pupils were dilated like saucers when he had to do Klamille scenes

[hyperactivewhore]

I'm kinda bored and curious, and this also will help with my tvd!fame dr, so I'll ask:

What kind of jobs would the Mystic Falls have? Elena is a famous doctor in my dr, I made Damon serve bourbon because idc about him and I feel that Caroline could be a wedding planner but I'm not sure about her. Ideas? Tyler plays in the NBA and I feel Bonnie could be a model, like Rebekah

[heron-childs]

watched the video of him becoming captain and my eyes were tearing up like damn i’ve only known this guy for a month let’s chill!!

fuck this quinn hughes fan shit gets really serious huh

[kjupchurch-xx]

💋 Sexiest Man Alive 💋

November 19th, 2008

                    New York City, New York

              

✨ Author's Note: In this one shot, for story purposes, Hugh is not married. We'll say he divorced from Deb recently to keep the flow of the story.

I double checked my appearance in the mirror before heading out. Today is the day I will be interviewing Hugh Jackman for his People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive crowning. The interview will be filmed and broadcasted live on national television. I decided to go business casual, wearing black capri slacks, a white and pink flowered cami tank top with black 6-inch heels. My dark brown hair was shoulder length and wavy. My makeup was flawless. To say nervous would be an understatement whenever you're interviewing someone that's been named the sexiest man alive.

Everything seemed perfect, so I rushed out to my 2008 Ford Mustang and sped off to our studio in downtown NYC. Traffic was hectic, but I managed to get there with 25 minutes to spare to go over the interview questions before our guest of honor arrives. One question in particular stood out to me, it was a question pertaining to his sexuality due to circulating rumors that he's gay. I'm normally shameless, but this would be an awkward thing to ask him.

"You ready?" My co-worker/camera man Justin asked, stepping in front of me.

I nodded, "As I'll ever be! Just going over some of the questions. 'How do you feel about the circulating rumors of you being gay?', 'What turns the sexiest man alive on?', Justin, what the hell are these questions?" I asked with a humorous horrified look spreading across my face.

He failed to contain his laughter, "I didn't write 'em, I just control the cameras."

I shuffled the cards, "This is going to be the weirdest interview. This dude is probably going to leave the set mid interview." I laughed.

Justin shook his head, "Hugh is a pretty good sport. He should take it in a humorous way. You should be good. He'll be here any minute, so get ready."

I nodded, "Alright."

I stood to double check the set and make sure the props were in their correct location, making sure the set was clean and presentable before sitting back down in my chair. I stood back up, hearing an Australian accent coming from the hallway, that must be Mr. Jackman.

"Glad to be here, mate. Thanks for havin' me." He said, shaking hands with our producer Mack, while walking into my view.

Mack smiled and pointed in my direction while walking Hugh up to me, "Mr. Jackman, this is Kaitlyn. She'll be doing your interview."

I smiled, extending my hand out to Hugh, "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan and honored to be doing your interview today, Mr. Jackman."

He gave me a smile, shaking my hand, "Call me Hugh. Nice to meet ya, Sweetheart."

I can see why he was voted sexiest man alive now. No photoshop or CGI needed. This man was cut. He had the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen and did not look a day over 28 despite just turning 40 last month. He was wearing dark colored blue jeans with a white t-shirt adorned with a black blazer that made his biceps pop. I could swear the temperature in the room went up at least 20 degrees since he'd walked in.

As we sat down, I noticed him smiling at me and looking me up and down as if he were checking me out. I smiled back while grabbing the cue cards with the questions for the interview and looked towards Justin, who gave me a slight nod to let me know we were rolling,

I smiled from ear to ear as the camera zoomed in on only me, "Good afternoon, New York! Today's guest was just crowned People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive of the year. You can purchase his edition today in stores. Please allow me to welcome Mr. Hugh Jackman!"

The camera zoomed out showing Hugh and I both sitting in the chairs at the small table separating us. I looked over smiling in his direction, allowing him to speak.

He gave a huge smile towards the camera and then towards me, "Thank you for having me! How're you doing today?" He asked.

I smiled, "I'm great. How are you? How have things been since being named People's Sexiest Man Alive?"

"They've been quite interesting. I was told Brad Pitt wasn't available this year." He said with a cheeky laugh.

I failed to contain my laughter, "I believe a lot of people feel that you've earned the title, especially given your portrayal of Wolverine in Marvel's X-Men."

I could see him blushing, "Honestly, things have been great. I just finished up a movie with Nicole Kidman called Australia, which comes out next week. We're pretty pumped for that."

I shifted in my seat, "How was filming that with Nicole?"

He got serious for a moment, "It was great. She's a good friend of my ex wife's, so it was a bit awkward at first, but overall a great experience. Shooting the film back home in Australia was exciting."

I nodded, "We'll be sure to check that out next week once it premiers." I felt a slight smirk appear on my lips, "Okay, now for the good stuff you all have been waiting for. Juicy questions for the sexiest man alive. Are you ready for this, Hugh?" I asked with as much confidence as I could possibly muster.

He giggled, "Baby, I'm always ready. Let's go."

I took a dramatic deep breath for dramatic effect, "Alright, so given you're now the sexiest man alive, what are some of your turn-ons? What's something you find sexy in a woman?"

He chuckled, giving me a smirk, "Oh, getting a bit cheeky, are we? You waste no time." He noticed me trying to keep a straight face and continued, "What turns me on? I'd have to say confidence, a strong woman that can sometimes put me in my place. I also love a woman in summer clothing. I'm from Australia, I love the outdoors, I love the water. I feel like a woman comfortable in her own skin, enjoying herself on the beach is very attractive to me."

I smiled with a nod, shuffling the cards in my hands, "Good answer."

He smirked at me, shifting in his seat, "I have a question for you. When are we heading to the beach?"

I looked a bit flustered, "I didn't know we were! But I'm happy to go with you any time!" I said with a small laugh.

He chuckled, "Dually noted." He tapped his forehead as if he were retaining the information.

This man was gorgeous. I'm sure he's just being funny for the camera, but I'm still enjoying this.

Attempting to stop chuckling, I went with the next question, "So Hugh, what do you make of the circulating rumors of your sexuality?"

He shrugged, "I think they're funny. They don't really bother me."

I nodded, "What did your friends and family say after you broke the news of being the sexiest man of 2008?"

He laughed, "My mates found it funny. My kids think it's funny but also gross their father is being called sexy. My family also, but they were proud of the accomplishment."

"Given your recent divorce, the ladies would like to know, is Hugh Jackman on the market?" I asked curiously, with a slight giggle.

He looked at the camera, "Hugh Jackman is on the market, ladies." He turned to me, "Is my interviewer also on the market?"

I failed to hide the red blush appearing on my cheeks, "Is Hugh Jackman hitting on me?" I said to the camera acting as if I were in shock with a tilt of my head.

He laughed, "You didn't answer my question."

I smirked, "I'm the interviewer. I ask the questions."

He shook his head, "Feisty, are we?"

I chuckled, "Mr. Jackman, do you have a secret talent?"

He smiled, "I'm very well trained. Not toilet trained, but I'm trained in other things. Barbara Walters told me I give phenomenal lap dances."

I laughed, "Did she? Barb is a great judge, so I trust her judgment."

He immediately stepped up from his chair, looking towards Justin, "Do we have music? I'm going to demonstrate." Looking back towards me he continued, "I have to showcase my talent for you."

This has definitely been the most interesting interview of my two year career.

I looked at Justin as music began playing, "Oh? I'm getting a lap dance too?" I asked playfully throwing the cue cards across the room. "Forget the script."

Justin failing miserably to contain his laughter watched on as Hugh began swaying his hips, removing his blazer and stepping to me. I sat not knowing how to react or if this was some odd dream I was having. He was in front of me with both of my legs between his, while still swaying his hips in a seductive motion.

His voice now seductive shook me from the thought, "How're you feeling, love? Isn't this your best interview yet? C'mon, look at me, baby." His finger grasping my chin pulling it upwards to look at him with the cheekiest, sexiest smile on his face.

I nervously laughed, blushing, "Oh my god." Was all I could manage to say. His other hand gripping my shoulder as he moved closer, almost putting his crotch 2 feet from my face.

He immediately began dying laughing as he sank to the floor, placing both hands on my knees. "How was that?" He asked.

I shook my head with a smile, "That was... I mean, I've never had an interview leave me speechless."

I could hear the film crew failing to contain their laughter as Hugh reached up and hugged me, straddling my lap. This must be every woman's wet dream. His laughter piercing my ears as he hugged me.

"Job well done then." He said cockily. "Turn off those cameras. We're headed backstage." He managed to say through his laughter.

I squealed, dying of laughter, "And that concludes our interview with Mr. Hugh Jackman, ladies and gentlemen! Go pick up your issue of People's magazine's Sexiest Man Alive-" I struggled to grab the magazine but finally reaching it, holding it up towards the camera, "Today!"

The cameras immediately cut and Hugh hopped off of me, laughing at the crew's reaction as their laughter grew louder now that they didn't have to worry about the rolling cameras.

"Best interview of your life?" Hugh asked me with a knowing smile.

I laughed, shaking my head, "Definitely. I was not expecting my day at work to end with a lap dance from Wolverine."

He pulled me in for another hug, "Next interview I'll be giving you another lap dance."

I playfully rolled my eyes, hugging him back, "I'll be sure to remind you."

He got serious for a moment, "Would you like to grab lunch with me? I've got a bit before my next press."

I nodded, "Sure. I'd love to."

He gave me a smile, "Seriously though, are you on the market and when are we gonna go to the beach?"

I looked at him nervously, "I am on the market, and I'm available anytime after 3."

He grabbed my hand, leading me towards the hallway. "Great. All I needed to know. I'm looking forward to that next lap dance, beautiful."  He said with a smirk.

[class1akids]

Headcanons about the annual summer Cool-off Five Weenie Festival

The first festival was held the summer Shoto debuted as pro hero. There was still some controversy in relation to the Todoroki family scandal. Tamashiro and his friends organised it (with the help of their teacher) as a show of support. The first festival was very small, just inthe school yard of Magesaki, with some pupils and their families participating. But since it was in the middle of a heatwave, the videos of children playing in ice castles and ice slides went viral. The following year so many people showed up that the 3rd year they had to moveto a bigger location.

The full remedial squad has been invited and it has become also their yearly get-together. Bakugou grumbles every year, but he shows up without a fail.

Inasa mastered the art of air-powered rollercoasters. At first parents had their doubts, but nobody ever got hurt and now the line is hours long.

Camie's illusion plays are very popular. Every year she presents the illusion versions of the Top 10 of the hero billboard, as well as all the heroes who show up at the festival. Maboroki has become so popular that they make official merch for the festival.

The GEMGD clean-up competition is the closing event of the festival. Teams of kids with explosion and other destructive quirks compete on who can take apart the ice structures the fastest. The final spectacle is GEMGD himself blowing up the centerpiece castle in a show of sparkles and ice that looks like fireworks.

Iida has also been a regular at the festival. The winner of the annual piggyback ride race gets a day to work as an Ingenium sidekick for a day.

As the event gets big, there are more funds raised. The proceeds are donated to children's quirk education, but in the first couple of years, there is also a dedicated fundraising for a "mystery" project (which later is reavealed to be the Deku's armored suit development)

There is also an art competition where children can enter with drawings of their favorite hero. One year, a child makes an adorable entry showing Shoto cooling down the kids with ice and warming them up with fire. It's titled "the airconditioning hero". Shoto takes the name, and tries to convince the organizing committee to change the name of the festival from five weenies to airconditioning festival, but the organizers refuse bc 5 weenies is trademarked (The do add "cool off" to the festival name, though.)

Shoto changes the design each year of the ice castles and ice slides. The castles are shaped after famous castles around the world or from children's movies. Shoto always talks about in interviews how learning new shapes improves his quirk control.

[soavk]

Waited so long

Summary: reader is participating in Eurovision!! Btw It’s basically just the start of the story

Warnings:make outs, hickeys, angst if you squint hard enough

A/n: im obsessed with making out so I will probably write more fics Abt it btw most of this is background so Ya🤗

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Translation: liefde = love, schatje = sweetheart, schat = darling, honing = honey, Maak je je zorgen over de zuigzoen = Are you worried about the hickey? | Some of the translations are in the story!!

Since Eurovision started you and joost haven’t been able to talk to each other as much whether it’s at the hotel or a pre party, You can only talk for like 10 minutes before a interviewer comes up to talk to joost

You usually don’t get as much interviewer’s but It still fills you with rage whenever they take him away from you. Joost notices this and comes up with a plan to meet up, Now luckily the ebu paired you up with joost to share a room

But they didn’t know that you were dating yet. Joost knew you craved him for so long. liefde? Ben je daar?(love? Are you there?) he said while looking around your shared hotel room. Surprise!! You said popping up behind him in a cami top

I’ve missed you so much joos- he smashed his lips into yours groaning at the sweet taste of your lips

I missed you too liefde, come on let’s go to the bed he says dragging your arm to the hotel bed followed by him getting undressed from his Eurovision costume you commented about how long was he planning this ‘since we stopped talking for a few days.’

Wow, clingy? You giggled, you now shifted a little so now you’re on joosts thigh he was in a cami top with a pair of shorts on

Your lips were on his neck like a magnet, you couldn’t let go of the scent of his cologne your hand was messing up the back of his hair but nothing else mattered in the moment it was just you and him alone in your guys hotel bed.

"Mmm, Schat? Are you with me? You seem to be getting out of control" he snickers in a raspy voice, "Um yeah I’m fine I just missed you for a long time joost" you say in between breaths, I’ve missed you too schat.

After a while joost decided that he wanted to give you a few, but he didn’t even say anything he just went for it. I- Joost what are you doing? Just wanted to give you a few liefde, you seem a little tense. Mhm you hum relaxing you muscles a bit

Mmm he groans hypnotized by the sweet taste of your skin, you gasp as he nibbles on your skin taking your breath away.

He decided that it was late enough and that the both of you should get some rest, when you woke up you felt someone on your chest, it was obviously joost and he never looked so much more happier in his sleep than before

You put your hand on his cheek smiling at his face taking a few photos, after a while he woke up and put his hand on top of yours. "goede morgen schat" His voice was raspy and tired "goede morgen honing" you gave him a kiss on the lips , after both of you showered and did your skincare+makeup for the pre party you decided to wear a cute maxi dress and joost wore a suit with his Europe tie and his glasses.

When you guys arrived you were getting  surrounded by interviewers but of course they took joost away once again, but you were getting a lot more than you usually get.

“So y/n I see there has been some rumors about you and Joost, are any of them true?” You were in shock mentally but physically stayed still, “um so me and joost we’re actually um together right now and we have been for a while but what makes you say that?”

“Well you and joost have a little something on your neck” they said in confusion, oh shit you mumbled slapping your hand onto your neck to cover up the hickey trying to look for Joost in the crowd

“Nonono it’s a natural thing y/n nothing to be ashamed of!” "I- um.. alright" you just gave up at this point it’s not like other artists here haven’t dated other artists here, right?

After they were done you decided to lean on the rail because all the seats were taken and wait for joost

As you were scrolling on your phone looking at some pictures of you and joost he comes up to you with two drinks for you and him

geobsedeerd zie ik?(obsessed I see?)

Shut up!

you flustered while trying to turning off your phone

"do they know? you ask in a more serious tone"

"know what liefde?"

"That we’re dating."

"Of course they do y/n, do you not want them to?"

"Yes yes! I definitely want them to know" you reassured joost rubbing the hickey he left last night

"Maak je je zorgen over de zuigzoen?" He says chewing on some ice

"No? Yes?I just don’t know how you don’t get nervous"

"I always think of you schatje.. how you’re so beautiful and loving.. Always forgiving people no matter what" he gives you a kiss on your head rubbing the back of your neck

Hugging him tightly everything and everyone goes muffled nothing mattered in the moment it was just you and and Joost together it’s like you’re safe whenever you were with him always remembering that if you needed him he’ll most definitely will be there for you no matter what.

While driving back to the hotel you were on your phone scrolling through some fan edits of you and Joost but you found a new picture from today while talking to joost there was one when he gave you a peck on your forehead and when you were hugging him, you’d let joost find them on his own you thought turning off your phone and leaning onto his shoulder.

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Im proud of this one anyways i forgot to feed y’all so here😼

[bradshawed]

NEWTON'S LAWS, Chapter 6

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introducing... the lion and his lioness prey pairing: f1!raphael cameron & reporter!reader

An apple fell from a tree and well... you know the rest. Much like Newton's apple, you fell right in his path, the lion's path, and he deemed you his prey. Silly boy. That was his first mistake.

A tale as old as time, Newton & his gravity, faceclaim: HoYeon Jung & various pinterest girls

warnings! fem!reader, use of y/n, slight toxic relationship

chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7...

my wife cami hey angel, are you okay?

y/n 🪽 yeah i- i'm alright, tried to talk to him today y'know.. um before the interviews, to see if he was okay [deep breath] but he uh shrugged me off and well you saw the post-race interviews after that

my wife cami m'sorry my love, i know how much you wanted to be wrong about him

y/n 🪽 [sadly smiles] you know me so well..

my wife cami you deserve the world, you know that right?

y/n 🪽 i do. sometimes i just forget but i'm grateful that i have you to remind me when i do

my wife cami always angel, always

y/n 🪽 i adore y- [knocking sound] sorry babe, hang on one sec, i think there's someone at the door?

my wife cami surprise!

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[fyeahvarchie]

does camila mendes really sing in riverdale (x)

[eyekoninurarea]

eros did u put crack in that fic!? i cant stop thinking about it.

megan is the love child of dani and syre. syre called her nena one time and megan just goes like 🥺 "what did u just called me?" i feel it in my heart.

she made megan and yoonchae helmets to taken them for a ride later but sophia shut it down QUICK, they kept the helmets tho.

cami and syre made a plan to sneak them out for that ride tho. sophia and hana were PISSED.

Amara was just surprised they managed to do it semi successfully.

they got caught on the way back, live360 gave them away.

dani keeps stealing syre biker jackets and gaming theme sweatpants, the fans (me) noticed after the room tour and had a meltdown

syre talks in tagalog when sleepy and groans in spanish when tired. dani needed to reboot when it first happened

lara made syre try a tiny top and it was tighttt (cami took a pic and post it on her ig story with this sticker https://www.pinterest.com/pin/678776975107722823/, it's talked about in the fandom to this day)

syre has katesye stickers all over her bike but they are small so you have to look for them. she has danielas charm under the ignition

hana gets stressed bc she co-parenting three hurricanes, so as an apology cami, rina and syre give her coffee every Sunday and refill her baking cabinet.

cami and daniela talk shit about everyone in murmured spanish. syre doesnt talk much cuz she doesn't go out but listen to it everytime. syre doesnt ask how they know and they dont tell her how they got it (its lara and amara)

syre plays minecraft and lego fornite with megan and yoonchae. they do roblox too but syre is more of a sandbox girlie (same girl)

every year syre changes helmet bc her hyperfixiations change every month or so. that means the helmet has way too many stickers. so every year mark she gets a new helmet for a clean slate, the older helmets are displayed in her room next to her gaming setup

the rock collection ranges from her hometown to the new country, they are categorized by color and lined up in sizes. dont touch them.

the daniela photocards are framed in small plastic capsules and in order of arrival going from left to right. the first one you'll see is the one cami got her as a joke but she cares for it like it's made of gold

when daniela first saw them, she was flustered and smug, cuz she knows people have photocards of her but she'd never seen a display like that before. syre wanted to die.

when cami saw it, she blushed a little and then made fun of syre for keeping it. she was the one who gave her the next photocards packet tho

im crashing outtt

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🦨 what are you doing in my brain? I'm glad you also can't stop thinking about it!! Is it okay if I put some of your ideas into the fic so they stop being hc's and they turn canon?

megan is the love child of dani and syre. syre called her nena one time and megan just goes like "what did u just called me?" i feel it in my heart.

> I fear that megan is not their child but the traumatized younger sibling that always catches her older sibling making out with their partner 😭 she's in a perpetual state of "ew get a room" but also runs to syre everytime she likes a girl 😭 and megan always seems to choose syre over dani 👊😭, like a good younger sibling would 🤭

she made megan and yoonchae helmets to taken them fora ride later but sophia shut it down QUICK, they kept the helmets tho.

> YES OH MY GOD I DUNNO IF YOU SAW THAT INTERVIEW OF THEM EXPOSING DANI'S FAST DRIVING 😭 SOPHIA IS DONE 😭 DANIELA IS ENOUGH, SHE DOESN'T NEED ONE MORE 😭 AND ON A MOTORCYCLE TOO?!?!!! miss girl is STRESSED

cami and syre made a plan to sneak them out for that ride tho. Sophia and hana were PISSED. Amara was just surprised they managed to do it semi successfully. they got caught on the way back, live360 gave them away.

> oh yea definitely. sophia and hana do that signature lights out then lamp on the moment you walk in the room with lara and manon video recording from the top of the stairs

dani keeps stealing syre biker jackets and gaming theme sweatpants, the fans (me) noticed after the room tour and had a meltdown

> oh she definitely wears the jacketd on interviews but the sweatpants are HIDDEN she gets exposed on manons live though when she accidentally walks past the camera 😭

syre talks in tagalog whern sleepy and groans in spanish when tired. dani needed to reboot when it first happened

> oh yeah for sure. but syre is the worst passenger princess, she blacks out in like 20 minutes. and the first time syre talks in tagalog in her sleep,in dani's car, while she's driving, dani is like "????" but the first time dani hears syre speaking in spanish is when syre is screaming at cami in full spanish and she swears that it reminded her of how her family talked to each other but deep inside she's tryna have that cookie 😭

lara made syre try a tiny top and it was tighttt (cami took a pic and post it on her ig story with this sticker:https://www.pinterest.com/pin/678776975107722823/ it's talked about in the fandom to this day)

> NO BECAUSE IF LARA ASKS SYRE WOULD DEFINITELY SAY YES 😭 they'd have trouble looking for a top that's perfect for syre from lara and megan's wardrobe and then they do and it's literally the sticker you gave.

^^^ you looked like you can do those trends where on the first half you're all cutesy and fem and then suddenly flex your muscles and be all masc. They definitely filmed you for one of those trends but daniela SHUT IT DOWN 😭 she kept the video to herself though.

syre has katesye stickers all over her bike but they are small so yu have to look for them. she has danielas charm under the ignition

> SHE DOES SHE DEFINITELY DOES BUT YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUNNIER? 😭 SHE HAS DANI'S OFFICIAL PHOTOCARD WITH THE OFFICIAL HOLDER AND IT'S TIED TO HER HANDLE AND IT'S HONESTLY SO WILD 😭 "Oh it's because I wanna ride dani- I MEAN I WANT TO REMEMBER TO BE SAFE BECAUSE DANIELA IS WAITING FOR ME"

hana gets stressed bc she CO-parenting three hurricanes, so as an apology cami, rina and syre give her coffee every Sunday and refill her baking cabinet.

> they do, they're the ones in charge of the grocery as well!!

cami and daniela talk shit about everyone in murmured spanish. syre doesnt talk much cuz she doesn't go out but listen to it everytime. syre doesnt ask how they know and they dont tell her how they got it (its lara and amara)

> cami and daniela are quite literally those gossipy judgemental tias y'all have. mga chismosa in tagalog. and syre doesn't know SHIT about these people but she enjoys the drama (and daniela's presence)

syre plays minecraft and lego fornite with megan and yoonchae. they do roblox too but syre is more of a sandbox girlie (same girl)

> syre fucking plays grow a garden on roblox with yoonchae and megan 😭 and she randomly gives them robux too 😭 megan and yoonchae are quite literally spoiled. And pls, I believe, they all have a Minecraft server. Sophia joins in sometimes so you three built her a house she can come back to when she likes. Daniela doesn't play but lies down beside you while you do. You also duo with yoonchae on pubg and while you don't like it that much, you still win every game 😭

every year syre changes helmet bc her hyperfixiations change every month or so. that means the helmet has way too many stickers, so every year mark she gets a new helmet for a clean slate, the older helmets are displayed in her room next to her gaming setup the rock collection ranges from her hometown to the neW country, they are categorized by color and lined up in sizes. dont touch them.

> YES!! it's usually rina who buys syre a new helmet when she realizes that syre is once again out of places to put her nerd stickers in. She gives it to you with her mandatory sailor moon stickers already on there. And yes, she definitely has a rock collection from every country she has visited, crystals and shells too!! Her parents give her some on their monthly goodie box from the Philippines, since her parents also travel for business.

the daniela photocards are framed in small plastic capsules and in order of arrival going from left to right. the first one you'll see is the one cami got her as a joke but she cares for it like it's made of gold when daniela first saw them, she was flustered and smug, cuz she knows people have photocards of her but she'd never seen a display like that before. syre wanted to die.

> HELP HAHA 😭 SHE'D HAVE POSTERS TOO 😭 in syre's defense, she never imagined daniela to be in her room so-

when cami saw it, she blushed a little and then made fun of syre for keeping it. she was the one who gave her the next photocards packet tho

> she also bought like a dozen or more of their albums just to get the perfect pulls and gifts the photocards to each of her girls who has a bias on each katz

[auroralwriting]

auroral writing's readersona masterlist

melody (daisy jones & the six)

melody is a rock singer in the 1970s. she befriends warren rojas who introduces her to the band. from there, melody falls in love with billy, determined to make him like her. somehow, it works out very well for her, as billy dunne falls in love with her.

melody is kind hearted, free spirited, but she still is a rockstar. she’s got quick quit, a silver tongue, and a backbone to her, so don’t push her too far.

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melody and billy meet and she becomes obsessed with bothering him

he hated it and was so sick of her in the beginning

she is convinced she can make him hers and it lowkey ends up working after they kiss at a while songwriting once and just sort of.. become boyfriend/girlfriend over time

they become a very sweet couple, actually. melody gives him the endless, undying love he always wanted and craved

you can find more on melody by using the #melody🎵 hashtag on my page.

sugar (the hunger games)

sugar is the 69th hunger games victor from district 8. she blends into the capitol well to keep herself safe. she does not like finnick odair in the beginning, but slowly, she learns to trust him. over time, she learns to love him, too.

sugar keeps her guard up. she doesn’t trust easily and comes off cold and calculated. deep down, all she wants is to be able to trust someone again and receive love. it just takes her a while to open up again.

࿐ timeline

reaped into the 69th hunger games. her arena was a shifting biomes arena. she won by adapting to the biome shifts and using it to her advantage.

she met finnick before the first round of interviews. he offered her a sugar cube and she threw it at him, angry she was in the games in the first place.

at a watch party, sugar watches her tribute that she truly believed in die. finnick took her to a seperate room and comforted her for as long as she allowed, which wasn’t long.

kissed haymitch at some point but that’s irrelevant.

you can find more on sugar by using the #sugar🍰 hashtag on my page.

cherry (daisy jones & the six)

cherry is a groupie in the 1970s. she is very picky with who she chooses to give her attention to. after meeting bully dunne, she quickly begins to give all her attention to him, leading to the most drama you could ever imagine a rock group to have.

cherry is a wild child. she’s fun, energetic, and lively. she’s young and free. however, this can get her into tough situations sometimes, especially being from a totally different world than the rockstars she surrounds herself with.

࿐ timeline

cherry meets eddie and hooks up with him at a dive bar.

she asks eddie to introduce her to his band and he says yes. she sees billy and instantly decides that she has to be with him. so, she sleeps with him.

they instantly become obsessed with each other after and start a relationship that goes unlabeled for a while, but they are dating. eddie is pissed off he lost cherry.

the next night they also sleep together and the next morning billy takes her to brunch which is their “first date”-ish.

you can find more on cherry by using the #cherry🍒 hashtag on my page.

darling (daisy jones & the six)

darling is eddie roundtree's girlfriend and stage manager for daisy jones & the six. however, deep down, darling's true love is camila dunne, her best friend and billy dunne's ex-wife.

darling is a true angel. soft spoken, big heart, sweet eyes and voice. she’s gentle and wears her heart on her sleeve.

࿐ timeline

was djats’ stage manager before she got with eddie. she was with him for around a year before they broke up.

after cami and billy divorced, they moved in with darling where their relationship blossomed slowly from their close friendship

you can find more on darling by using the #darling🧸 hashtag on my page.

lace (daisy jones & the six)

lace is warren rojas's girlfriend. lace is a fashion designer who is known for being fashion forward and best of the best, especially for her young age. she's very picky with who she works with, but she agrees to work with daisy jones & the six where she quickly falls for warren.

lace is very grounded and calm. she’s got a soft-spoken voice that just sounds like silk. she’s level headed, a much needed contrast to warren’s lively and crazy rockstar life and personality.

࿐ timeline

met warren at her studio for the first time before djats' tour

you can find more on lace by using the #lace🪡 hashtag on my page.

poppy (the hunger games)

poppy is the victor of the 71st hunger games from district 12 (johanna won the 72nd in this world). she helped raise most of the younger mellark children, especially peeta. she is his protector. while katniss may be haymitch’s, peeta is poppy’s. she was peeta’s main mentor in his game. she met finnick odair in the capitol. they corresponded over secret messages until the quarter quell. they slowly fell in love without hardly ever seeing each other.

poppy is sweet. she isn't a fighter, but she can play the capitol's game. she's kind to everyone, but don't mistake her kindness for weakness. she's very smart and understand the capitol better than any victor.

࿐ timeline

no timeline yet!

you can find more on poppy by using the #poppy🌸 hashtag on my page.

raindrop (the hunger games)

raindrop is president snow’s eldest granddaughter. capitol born and raised, her life only really begins to change when she meets finnick odair, a victor only a year older than her. when they fall in love, it’s both the best and worst thing to ever happen to them.

raindrop starts out a little naive, knowing what her family does is bad but refusing to believe it. when she gets close to finnick, she sees it, and the fire of rebellion sparks in her. she's immensely brave, outspoken, and kind hearted.

࿐ timeline

no timeline yet!

you can find more on raindrop by using the #raindrop🫐 hashtag on my page.

more on their personalities and relationship dynamics

[restwellsoon]

Off Tangent

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader x Kirishima Eijiro, minor Todoroki Shouto x Kirishima Eijirou

Summary: Girl math is thinking that you can take pro heroes Shouto and Red Riot at once when you can hardly take two fingers. Luckily for you, having a good romp doesn’t have to be as mind-boggling as algebra.

/ While Kirishima explored you with wonder over the new and unknown, to Shouto, he knew you well enough, knowing every place that made you ache. The redhead’s excitement was a reminder that though he shared you tonight, you were his tomorrow and the next.

Warnings: Double penetration (double vaginal), threesome, sexualizing their Quirks, light degradation, dom/sub undertones, temp play, praise kink, humor, fluff, established relationship, alcohol

Minors and blank blogs DNI!

Even if things weren’t adding up, you could hardly complain about your situation. The wet sounds of skin on skin and murmurs of praise made it all too easy to get lost in sensation. There shouldn’t have been anything more pressing to think about, only things to feel, and yet your mind still wandered, even if it was just for a moment. 

Tonight was unusual, no, maybe special was a better word for the occasion. Getting drinks with Shouto’s friends wasn’t outside of the norm. The bar beside your apartment was known for its discrete treatment of superpowered patrons, making it an easy choice for meet ups. You were used to seeing Momo and Midoriya, but they weren’t there tonight; both were tasked with the night patrol in their designated precincts. Instead, there was Bakugou who finally warmed up to you, and Kirishima who you hardly, if ever, saw. It was a rare occasion to see him with the group. Similar to Iida, his patrol route and schedule were often opposite of Shouto’s, so the redhead usually wasn’t present. At least Camie was there to fill the lull in any conversations.

“Hey beautiful!” She beckoned, drawing a few looks, mostly from an annoyed Bakugou. She slapped on the vinyl seat beside her–a special spot reserved for you.

Kirishima shot up, pulled out the chair, and even took care to push you in. You swore you felt a calloused sweep of fingertips across your shoulders, but Shouto’s lack of reaction convinced you that it was nothing. 

“A gentleman, isn’t he?” Camie commented before glancing at the blond to her side. “Unlike some people.” He grunted in response. It seemed that Camie was still bitter about their team-up a few months back. An allegedly careless Bakugou blasted too close to her scene, ruining her illusion, but more importantly her fresh blowout.

And it was nothing other than good food, good drinks, and good conversation until Bakugou was the first to go.

He smirked at Shouto before tugging a mask loop behind his ear–a sorry excuse of a disguise, really, since his trademark red eyes and blond hair were still visible.

“Moving up in the ranks just means that I’ll be busier. Might be awhile before I see you extras again.”

You winced at his cringiness. You still weren’t used to his manner of speaking, but Shouto wasn’t phased.

“I suppose that means that Midoriya will be busier than all of us.”

Stifling a laugh behind your hand, Camie and Kirishima diffused the situation with exaggerated ‘oohs’ and teasing.

“Luckily for you,” the redhead slapped his friend’s back, “Shou’s got ice for that sick burn.”

“Oof! Just take the L, Bakubro, and don’t say anything,” Camie sniggered, hooking her arm through his. “And to help you walk outta here with some dignity left, I’ll even walk with ya to the train station.” 

She flashed you a peace sign, “Gotta wake up early for a podcast interview overseas. Later, girlie!”

With only you, Shouto, and Kirishima left, you expected him to say his goodbyes as well, but instead he ruffled the back of his head before shoving his fists in his pockets, looking at you both with puppy dog eyes. “Well, shit, I didn’t expect the night to end this soon, unless…?”

You felt bad. Kirishima was just griping about how his precinct being understaffed due to some injuries. He’s been working overtime for three months now.

“It’s not like we have any plans for tomorrow,” you started, waiting for Shouto’s agreement. He nodded.

“Come over. Our place is right there anyway.”

Kirishima followed behind you, practically bouncing the entire way.

–

It was a dumb question yet you couldn’t help but feel flustered otherwise. Drawing the duvet up to your nose, you wondered why your boyfriend didn’t automatically know your answer. Daring to look at him, Shouto waited for your answer patiently. There wasn’t any way you could avoid this.

Swallowing nervously, you answered before trying to hide back into the blanket, “Obviously, it’s you.”

Tutting, he undid your work to push back a strand of hair that got in your face—a flimsy shield from his questioning. His movement pushed back the blanket too, and gooseflesh prickled your skin.

“You didn’t even know who I was when we met.” The corners of his mouth twitched upwards as he looked down at you with thick lashes. There wasn’t any offense in his voice, only amusement.

You argued back, “Did too. I just pretended not to know you. How could I act normal when one of Japan’s most eligible bachelors was approaching me?”

That heated hand strayed from your ear to the side of your neck, settling along its curve. “That’s a conversation for another time.” And you knew that your little comment wouldn’t be forgotten. “But really, who’s your hero crush? Everyone has at least one.”

Embarrassment and shyness crept up your chest and towards your cheeks, and you hoped that he couldn’t feel the difference. He could, he’d later tell you.

“Red Riot,” you finally admitted, before adding “it’s not like I’m a fan girl though!”

How could you ignore him when he was plastered all over your social media feeds? It’s not like you actively sought out all those posts about Red Riot either. Apparently the algorithm thought you hung out with thirsty motherfuckers–and it was true for the most part; officer workers needed some sort of eye candy to help them through the day–and decided to share their horniess with you.

Satisfied with your answer, he settled back into his spot beside you. “Maybe you have a thing for redheads,” he mused before asking if he should dye all his hair that color.

“Absolutely not!” You sat up in bed to prove your point, nearly knocking Shouto out in the process. “That’s part of your appeal! It’s like two different looks depending on the angle.”

Shouto didn’t need to hear anymore about how opposites attract and how his looks were the perfect embodiment of that, but if he kept teasing you like this, you were willing to steer the conversation in that direction.

His lips curved upwards, turning into an actual smile, the playfulness practically spilling from his mouth. It took you months into the relationship to recognize the slightest tells of his teasing. 

“Oh, so it’s like you have two boyfriends depending on which side you’re on?”

Your index finger dug into his chest. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

Playtime was over. Your show was starting soon, and you’d prefer to be at ease in his arms instead of squirming for his amusement.

–

It was hard to take Camie seriously in general but even more so when she wagged her index finger around like a mother who knew best, pointing at the cushioned space between you and Mina.

“The best way to go about it is to find two randos to bone.” Finally her manicured nail landed on you as she advised that couples should hook up with someone they knew but weren’t close to. You weren’t sure why she looked at you with those eyes of certainty, as if they were silently begging you to know some secret. “If it sucks–in a bad way obvi–you probs won’t care if you tell  your third to get the bird.” She made a crude gesture with her hand.

Bottomless mimosas made sure that whatever arithmetic skills you had were gone for the day. What was the point of making things make sense when you were having fun?  The conversation kept ping ponging from couples to threesomes to the abysmal sex your friends were having while single. You laughed as Mina divulged in her latest date.

“Are you talking about the latest hero team ups?” Shouto’s voice called from the entry way before the door shut behind him.

His hair was damp, meaning that he must have showered at the agency. The occasional droplets that fell from his hair were enough to distract you from the conversation.

“Yeah,” Mina laughed, “somethin’ like that, Icy Hot.”

From the way you were eyeing him, it was clear that it was time for your friends to leave. She reached over to Camie, pulling her up, but the honey blonde wasn’t ready to leave until Mina gave her an obvious nudge. 

“Well, girly pop, we’ll leave you lovebirds alone for now!” She leaned in for a quick hug, “And don’t forget what we talked about!”

Shouto waited for them by the door to say a quick goodbye, making a comment about Midoriya keeping everyone updated on the latest duos and teams. It was informative, he told them,  encouraging them to sign up for the mailing list if they wanted to know more.

“Those ain’t the double teams we’re interested in, bub.” Camie giggled. “Thanks though. Alright–one last goodbye. TTFN, babes!”

As the click of their heels faded down the hall, you rounded on Shouto. Now that the initial stun of his good looks were gone, you were bold enough to tell him to drop the  oblivious act now that your friends were gone.

“What do you mean?” He smiled, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

You gave him a hard look, and he stretched out his arms in return.

With a huff, you went into his arms. It’d be easier to scold him up close anyway.

“Your PR manager can make you act as oblivious as you want in public, but I know that you heard everything we were talking about Shou.”

One of his hands slipped from your waist to play underneath your shirt. He might as well have gotten underneath your skin with the tone he was speaking in.

“Why were you talking about that anyway? Do you want to bring someone into our bed?”

Luckily for you, your bra unhooked while you answered, giving you a plausible reason for the hitch in your voice. “No–well, uh, yes, but um, Mina was the one to bring it up first! You know that she’s been single for a while, and Camie well, you know how she is…”

His pause was long as his fingers trailed up your spine. He hummed. “Well, alright. We can talk about this again when you’re less embarrassed.”

“You little shit,” you groused, “you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.”

“Aren’t you happy that I’m only this way with you?” He leaned down.

Any intentions of acting out begrudgingly faded as the kiss led to more clothes on the floor and  urged steps towards the bedroom.

–

You were happy to have the help of alcohol to keep the conversation going. Shouto’s hand was heavy whenever he poured drinks, the habit worsened when he was even the slightest bit buzzed. They weren’t enough to send you over the edge, but you were in that sweet spot where everything tingled and had a pleasant haze. 

“Seriously!” Kirishima laughed. “You don’t have to be so formal with me.” It was probably the alcohol that was making your heart flutter when he said your name. “Kirishima is what my manager calls me when I’m in trouble. You can just call me Kiri.”

“Alright, Kiri,” you acquiesced, staring at your drink. At the time, you didn’t know that you’d be calling out that name all night.

–

You still couldn’t remember what sparked the conversation. Maybe a comment, a look, a laugh. All that really stuck out was a playful peck on the cheek that turned into a heated kiss with wandering hands. Kirishima’s red gaze was on you, but you didn’t mind it at that moment. 

His words stuck out as oddly shy from his usual manner of speaking. “Did you really mean that?”

The smoothness and confidence in Shouto’s voice surprised you and Kirishima too. “Don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to.”

When he said that he might not make it back to his place, Kirishima didn’t think you’d take his comment so seriously. “You can stay here tonight then,” you told him, only looking back at Shouto to see if it was okay after the offer. When he told him that he could stay in your bed too, Kirishima thought it was a classic case of Shouto being overly polite. He practically choked when he clarified that he meant in bed with both of you.

Never in his wildest dreams would he peg Shouto to be interested in something like this, but when he saw that nervous yet hopeful look in your eyes, he realized he was doing it for you. And maybe it was drunk logic, but what kind of friend would he be if he couldn’t help a friend in need?

“So what exactly do you want me to do?”

Shouto looked at you for the answer. Having both of their eyes on you made everything feel so real to the point that it was nearly sobering. You felt self-conscious as you rambled out your list of wants. Your glass was still half-full; it was difficult to look at either of them directly.

“I want both of you at once.”

“Where?” Kirishima asked.

Your pause clued Shouto in to what you wanted, and you swore you felt the pride swell in his chest when he told Kirishima that he’d show him where.

“I just want to feel good. I want to feel pretty and used but cherished. Does that make sense? Seriously Shou, don’t give me that look. This is embarrassing enough as it is. Is there anything you want?”

Shouto was straight-forward and simple as always. “Make her cum.”

To ease your nerves, he kissed you with sweetness, ending it with an affectionate peck on the lips and that softness in his eyes that always made you swoon.

You worked on removing each other’s clothes, and now with a groan of frustration and need, you realized that your liquid courage hadn’t left you completely. Your hands kept fiddling with Shouto’s pants.

“Need some help, sweetheart?” Kirishima asked from behind. Your heart nearly lept into your throat as his body pressed into yours. His desire brushed behind your thigh as his hand took your shaking one, guiding it in one smooth motion to pull down Shouto’s zipper, the last of his clothes finally falling to the floor.

“Thanks Kiri.”

“No prob, gorgeous.” 

You were close enough to hear the pull of his lips twist up into a smile, to feel his heated breath against your neck. Again, your hands stalled, awkwardly skimming Shouto’s chiseled hip.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” your boyfriend reassured you as he guided you onto your back. Shouto’s voice was an anchor, smoothly giving you commands. The couch was comfortable and felt familiar beneath your fingertips. He was right. It was okay to relax too. “Because we’re going to take care of you,” he promised. “We’ll make you feel good.”

It wasn’t difficult to admire either of them, but seeing them together was nearly too much stimulation for your eyes. Embarrassingly, you spent more time looking at Kirishima. Shouto’s body was familiar with his long, lean muscles and smooth skin. Kirishima was noticeably wider and thick with more fat padding the muscles beneath it. You didn’t dare to look at Shouto’s eyes. You both knew that you were staring.

Feeling a cold touch on your knee, your eyes finally met his. “I’m telling you to do this for us, love, not asking you.” His hand pushed your knee outwards. He wanted you to spread your legs. And you did, the change in Shouto’s tone making your heart flutter. 

When you were finally spread, you fought the urge to close them once more. Both men looked at your center intently. 

“I told you, didn’t I?” Shouto spoke to Kirishima. It was as if you weren’t there or couldn’t hear them. “Look at how pretty her pussy looks?” 

He nodded in agreement, saying that he couldn’t wait to taste you. Though he and Shouto had a similar directness in their speech, you felt shy towards his enthusiasm.

“Kiri!”

His tongue already lapped at your clit before licking a stripe downwards, sucking and tasting all of your wetness. The thick index finger he added earned another yelp, followed by a moan. After a minute of gentle prodding, he added a second finger.

“Nothing beats a wet and wanting cunt,” he pulled back to tell Shouto. The way he smiled at him was shameless, his lower lip and chin covered in saliva and your sweetness. Kirishima even demonstrated his point, moving his thick body aside so Shouto could see you. He scissored your hole, gave it a pump, and pulled out as quick as he could. The sounds were lewd as he fingered you lazily.

And the sounds didn’t go unnoticed by Shouto. He peered over Kirishima’s shoulder, leaning over to look as if he hadn’t seen your body before, as if he hadn’t felt it, before giving a pleased smile. While Kirishima explored you with wonder over the new and unknown, to Shouto, he knew you well enough, knowing every place that made you ache. The redhead’s excitement was a reminder that though he shared you tonight, you were his tomorrow and the next.

His eyes trailed up your hips, lingering at your heaving chest, before finally meeting your eyes. “So noisy,” he commented–whether it was about your pussy or your whimpers, you weren’t sure. Kirishima’s fingers were thicker and calloused from his training and Quirk. 

“She’s greedy,” he told Kirishima, “look how she keeps on whining for more.”

“Love,” he addressed you, “you can hardly take two fingers, but now you want three?” He smirked. “Soon you’ll be asking for two cocks at once.” Heat rose up your body, or was it the effect of Shouto’s hand on your thigh? He cocked his head at your embarrassment, using that tone you hated. “What? Isn’t that what you were asking for last night? Begging to have your pretty little pussy stretched by my cock and your toy?”

Kirishima perked up from his place between your legs, making a show of the wetness he wiped from his mouth. “Oh yeah? You took them both?” 

He didn’t know the size of your toy, but like everything else on Shouto, his cock was impressive–good proportions, cut, and a nice thick head that was drooling with pre-cum. His trimmed pubes and pink sack only highlighted it more.

“And she took them so well,” Shouto cooed.

Giving himself a quick pump to provide his cock some relief, Kirishima took Shouto’s words as a sign to add in a third finger. It already felt so tight, but the extra digit made you wetter as he continued his pace, this time slower because of the cramped space.

“Your boyfriend’s right, sweetheart,” he said. “You really know how to take it.”

If you just focused on the pleasure, it would be enough to send you over the edge. Kirishima kept bumping and nudging all the spots that made you jump, but it was Shouto’s soft coaching and Kirishima’s praise that would be the ones to push you over. Your toes curled as your breathing hitched, going and going and going until emptiness made you whine.

There were no fingers or Shouto’s hands on your thighs. The boys were talking to each other.

“Mind if I get her ready for us?”

“Be our guest.”

Maybe you were just sensitive or maybe you were annoyed, but the sound of Kirishima spitting was loud, as if it were some display of masculinity. The saliva pooled on the middle of his shaft and he made a show of rubbing it in.

His cock was thick like the rest of his body, not quite the length of Shouto’s but impressive nonetheless. What caught your eye in the haze of your edging were three rows of black beads, one on either end, sitting horizontally beneath his head. You wondered what needle was sharp enough to pierce his skin, then thought he did it without Quirk activation.

Red eyes followed yours before he gave you a wink. “Ribbed for your pleasure,” he joked. “You’ll get what I mean in a second.”

When he entered, your breath was stolen and held in your throat, holding it still until you felt his entirety inside you. Shouto moved to his spot behind Kirishima again, watching you take his cock. Kindly, Kirishima gave you a chance to breathe, pressing your legs back until they touched your shoulders. You thought he’d be positioning you for your comfort, but instead you felt every inch of him. The slightest readjustment made you feel the drag and pressure of his piercings.

“Don’t you look so pretty taking another man’s cock?” Shouto teased you from somewhere in the room. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, breathing focused so you wouldn’t cum just yet. You wanted to feel him fuck you, but the dark tone in Shouto’s voice was making you melt. You had to get a grip on yourself, but it was easier for both men to see that you were losing it.

“Play with her tits, Kiri,” Shouto told him. “Her nipples are sensitive.”

As masculine as Kirishima presented, it was surprising how well he obeyed. His weight pressed into you and the couch as he bent down to suck on your tits. Up close, he lingered for a brief second to watch their sway with the movement before starting with the left, then the right. 

The attention he gave them was nice, more than that, it was delicate as he sucked and nibbled on them. Perhaps you were too used to Shouto’s amusement as he used his Quirk to harden them, giving them a rough pinch to help you cum. It was clear that multi-tasking wasn’t his forte though. His thrusts were shallow. 

“I need to cum,” you finally whined. Between his body and yours, you were able to sneak a hand to your clit, rubbing to get what you were owed.

“You heard her, didn’t you?”

Kirishima’s will power was always one of his more noteworthy traits. It was something your co-workers swooned over. You were learning just how strong it was in a different way though. His movements were rough and shaking the couch. You made a note to yourself that you’d later forget: realign it with the rug. 

The man was talking more to himself than you or Shouto, mumbling about your tightness. His words were clearer when you came. His cock was out–a smart move or else he would have joined you. Continuing to rub it, it was sleek with your juices. “I can’t wait to feel how tight you are when Shouto and I are fucking you.”

Like a rag doll, you let them reposition you as they pleased, still chasing the waves of your orgasm. They buried your face in the cushions as Kirishima pulled your hips up and behind. Your pussy felt tighter when he entered you again. This time your breath was still with you.

“We need to make sure you’re prepped for us.” Shouto’s voice was disembodied and distant again.

Kirishima’s voice was distant too. You were sure if his voice was heavier from the work he was doing or his need to cum. “I’m gonna add a few fingers in, okay? If it’s too much, just tell me. If it’s not enough, beg for more.”

He was true to his word, adding in the first and second digits slowly. “It feels good,” you reassured him.

“Not good enough,” he huffed. He felt your pussy fluttering around his cock and fingers, but you weren’t quite where he wanted you. Kirishima wanted to hear you cry out his and Shouto’s names. He wanted you cock-dumb and slutty where you could only speak in whines.

When you were cumming for the second time tonight, Shouto decided you were ready. Again, they moved you around since you were useless.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” You asked your boyfriend. Everything was hazy, this time from sex instead of alcohol.

“Nah, I got him,” Kirishima said. That will power of his kept his cock hard and begging for a break. You were surprised he didn’t cum inside you.

His fingers were glossy from their time inside you, and he used that wetness–your wetness–to slick up Shouto’s cock. It was a couple of skilled jerks that slid up Shouto’s length, his large hand wrapping around his girth. He palmed whatever residual was left around his head, and Shouto closed his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh.

You weren’t expecting Kirishima to suck your boyfriend off before they fucked you, but you also weren’t expecting him to handle him so casually. He did it with such ease, and even Shouto looked comfortable. It was surprising how turned on you were from watching someone else play with Shouto’s cock. A part of you thought they’d look so pretty rubbing against each other, both sleek from spit and cum, but that could be a fantasy for another time.

Facing Shouto, he pushed into you, and you felt the familiar press of his cock. When he was fully seated, he pulled you close–a moment of tenderness throughout this debauchery. “Miss me?” You nodded. He gave you a kiss in return.

His lips caught your gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders as Kirishima positioned himself from behind. At first, he could only fit his head. Shouto’s hand trailed the length of your spine before settling on your hip. His Quirk warmed your tense muscles, and with a groan, both cocks were in.

It felt like minutes where there wasn’t any movement, for fear of cumming first. Kirishima finally broke the sounds of heavy breathing. “A pretty cunt and a nice cock to rub against? Seriously, are you two trying to make me cum first?”

“You can if you want to,” Shouto told him. If he left it at that, you would have laughed. “Our poor girl’s cunt will get messy regardless.” You held onto his unspoken promise of multiple creampies.

As if to encourage him, Shouto even took the lead, moving his hips in long, slow strokes. Your sighs were caught in his collarbones as you buried your head there. The intimacy was almost enough to make Kirishima cum then and there.

“Does it feel good too?” You couldn’t help but ask. “Kiri’s cock, I mean.”

The question earned a low rumble from the man behind you. Shouto paused, before saying an almost embarrassed yes. The tightness, the heat, his cock. It was almost overwhelming in the best possible way. Shouto had never had such an experience. “The piercings are… a nice touch.”

“Nice enough to make you cum?”

Kirishima didn’t care much about hero rankings but the thought of beating a Top Ten hero this way would give him a different sort of pride. 

“We have all night to find out,” Shouto told him.

His statement pulled out something primal and competitive inside them as each man started moving at once. You were so greedy to think that you could handle more; you couldn’t. All you could do was whimper and let yourself give in to the pleasure. Was it really so bad to cum first? Their cocks gave you a fullness that you couldn’t even comprehend as each showered you–and each other–in praise. Their hands were needy and wandering as they searched for the spots that would set you off–your tits, your clit, your neck.

Maybe your mind wandered or maybe this orgasm was finally too much. There were stars in your eyes and that familiar tingling that ran from your toes to your spine as your body shook from Shouto and Kirishima’s touch. Everything felt hot and sensitive after that moment.

But you had little time to wonder what happened exactly as a voice sweetly mocked you. “Exhausted already? But we’ve just begun.”

Rest's Main Masterlist / Todoroki Masterlist

[esradurmaz]

Esra: Why am I being interrogated by your police AGAIN? Esra: I'm at the West Hollywood station next to the PDC. Get here.

After firing off messages to one of the Attorney General's twelve burner phones, Esra checks for a response from her earlier texts to Nolan despite knowing he's in court for at least the next hour. Credit where it's due, the cops had picked her up outside of the CNN building when anyone who might be able to swoop in and prevent this interview would be otherwise occupied.

As they lead her into what they claim is not an interrogation room, she isn't under arrest after all, Esra can practically feel her blood pressure rise. This entire show is ridiculous.

Where were you the night of April the 25th and 26th?

With a sigh clearly indicating ongoing irritation, she scrolls back in her phone calendar for a memory jog. It had been so long and quite frankly the dates don't ring any immediate bells. "At dinner with a client on the night of the twenty-fifth." They aren't owed a name unless they ask directly, her meetings are still private as far as she's concerned. Her thumb taps the following date, continuing to be vague. "The next day I had a hair appointment and lunch with a friend. Sufficient?"

What do you remember from the yacht party?

"Nothing about my answer has changed since the last time we spoke." The officer stares blankly at her with the sort of lead poisoned at birth kind of hollowness she's become accustomed to with their older members. "I remember people drinking, dancing, and the lights going out during speeches. When they eventually came back on, we all discovered your officer, with a gun, standing in front of two wounded members of the Barone family." A child with a halfway decent understanding of Clue could put the pieces together.

Did you see anything suspicious?

Her mind flickers to the argument with Troy over his sudden departure just before the lights cut out. "No." It's not an outright lie, she can't verifiably prove his actions that evening, but he'd promised... And, for the moment at least, Esra chooses to believe him. Whether the officer finds credibility in her answer remains to be seen; they begin writing on a notepad and she can't read upside down chicken scratch.

Did you see Camilla Barone with the murder weapon?

A scoff escapes. Did they honestly believe someone of Cami's status and spotlight would simply waltz around a crowded party while brandishing a gun? Unreal. "No. We spoke multiple times that evening and not once did she appear to have a weapon on her person." Another beat. "Her outfit wouldn't have allowed for it anyway."

Do you remember seeing Enzo Barone prior to the shooting?

Easy, point blank. "No and I would have been shocked if I did," she responds cooly. "He wasn't on the invite list and hadn't been seen for weeks." A miraculous return to the public eye, even a subdued one at this party, would've made for quite the memorable occurrence. The interviewer stops writing for a moment and then continues a little slower, not glancing up at her until they've finished.

Why did you assist Camilla Barone during her arrest?

It's the first time the officer shows even a modicum of sternness and the first time Esra genuinely pauses. Her neutral exterior hardens and grows stony with every second of silence that stretches endlessly between them. Until now, law enforcement had kept their scrutiny to the bland, generic, surface-level nonsense that could be easily answered with minimal effort. Them prying into her personal affiliations is another route entirely and one she doesn't appreciate in the slightest. "That's a very bold assertion to make without providing evidence." Neither confirmation nor denial, simply an undercurrent of warning that they're treading on the thinnest of ice. "Try again."

Were you paid by the Barone family to help their public image?

And try they did, outright delving into her monetary incentives and morally questionable results. "I do not have any previous or ongoing contracts with the Barone family." Another neutral answer which doesn't provide a damning yes or no that could be twisted against her at a later date. It's self-preservation, not cleverness. Entirely true though, she and the Barone family had only ever spoken off the record and in person. No digital or paper trails to be combed over, minus the villa that Cami had so generously gifted her for... absolutely no reason at all. "I prefer not to mix business and friendship." Now that is a lie.

Would you also assist them in retaliation against Officer Quincy?

The officer prods into that last bit, clearly attempting to root out how far her loyalty to said friends might run. Finally, Esra leans forward, elbows resting atop her thighs as she addresses the officer squarely in the eye. "I'm curious what it is you believe that I do." Her voice is firm and intentionally condescending in its correction, because quite frankly she has such little patience for veiled implications. "My job is in public and media relations. Full stop."

Scooping her purse off the floor, she wastes little time moving to stand and cutting this entire charade off at the head. "Now if you're finished wasting everyone's time and tax payer dollars, I have to return to said job and actually contribute to society." The officer protests carefully, insisting they have more questions and that this is a friendly chat— she's not even under arrest. Placating and useless. "Exactly. Which means you have no right to keep me hostage to this circus act, so I'll be going." Seconds later, she's slipping out of the room and marching straight towards the front door of the precinct. No one stops her and only a few heads glance up at her departure.

A familiar Aston Martin sits in the parking lot and Esra doesn't hesitate before climbing inside where she gives its owner an earful.

[deusvervewrites]

Wildcard: "Lady Scarlet!" a reporter shouted, Himiko barely held back a sigh "What do you have to say about the allegations that your building a 'private army' of children with Quirks like yours"

'That's a new one' Himiko thought, blinking at the audacity. "I'm doing what now?"

The room filled with hushed chatter, no doubt making some connection or other to a goal that Himiko is pretty sure doesn't exist.

The same reporter clears her throat, a small frown marring her expresion. She looked annoyed that Himiko sounded genuinly confused.

"According to 'Dynamight', you have a veritable small army of children. With your history, it's not out of the question that yo-" Himiko couldn't help start laughing, the absurdity of one of Bakugos joke getting the new vulchers in such a frenzy was too much!

"Yes, I am building an army of kids for ONE PURPOSE!" Himiko delcared loudly, watching as all the reporters lean forward in anticipation "That purpose is getting them the physical, psycological and Quirk help they need to help them live the lives they want!"

Himiko couldn't but laugh as they all fell out of their seats, the woman who asked her such a stupid question looking quite upset that Himiko didn't make a fool of herself trying to justify her answer.

"Look, Dynamight has a history of blowing things out of proportion. It makes it hard for people who don't know him to know when he's making a joke." Himiko explained "He called the kids I helped a 'Small Army' because I've been helping them well before I even attended UA. A LOT of them just need to be told that their Quirk doesn't define who they are. They just want understanding"

With those words the conference room went quiet, even blue skinned reporter was stunned into silence, watching as the Hero in training left the building.

'Principal Nedzu is pulling out all the stops for Hero Training these days, is it due to these 'Wonderlands' becoming more common place?' Himiko thought, idly spinning her lucky Tarot Card 'Well, at least these interview training sessions are interesting. But that reporter was giving me bad vibes, Maybe Izu-kun should know just to be careful.'

(in a couple of your AU's you've head-canoned Himiko being a nerd, I thought why not make her a fan of Sherlock Holmes for this bit. She's smart enough to trick Camies classmates for the License Exam, so Himiko finding detective novels fun and interesting for this AU felt fitting. As for Himiko have a Tarot Card? She thought her Persona was cute, and after Izuku explained what little he knew, bought a deck and is handing out the respective cards to the people that have the corresponding Social Link. It's her proof that she has friends and connections-espescially if Himikos old classmates find her and reconnect-and her reminder of her new found desire to be a hero.)

She deserves to be a nerd! And murder mysteries do sound like something she'd love

[thewritingofspencerrose]

New Years Eve

George Russell x Alonso!Reader

camilaalonso_ bringing in the new year with those i love most 🤍

tagged georgerussell, fernandoalo_oficial, and amelierose

merc1fan love that we get a mercedes x aston crossover purely because alonso's daughter called george hot in one interview and he ran with it

lando norizz so, how is spending new years with your in-law georgie?

alex albono yeah, this is what? year two that you've spent with alonso right?

russell george we don't even know how this keeps happening cami and i just looked up and he was there he didn't even know we'd be at this party

sharl lechair i thought you were going to propose tonight?

russell george ...

alex albono she didn't say no did she??

lando norizz she wouldn't say no, she's been in love with him since we joined the grid

"Something on your mind Georgie?" I can't help but ask, noticing how he's been fiddling all night, now with his phone, even before we realized Papa was here.

"No, no, everything is okay, why do you ask?" is his question, eyes wide as they meet my own. "The boys were just asking how I always end up spending new years with your father," He jokes before I can even offer and answer.

And I can't help but laugh. How do we always end up with my father on this holiday?

"My father is a teenager in a 42 year old's body," is the explanation I can offer, him laughing and wrapping me in his arms, kissing the top of my head while the party continues around us.

"Can we step outside? Away from the chaos?" His whispers reach my ears, his breath hot against the side of my head.

"Yeah, of course, are you sure you're okay, mi coraźon? You look a little red?"

I reach up to feel his forehead, but he catches my hand, kissing my palm before linking our hands, his body creating the path for us as I follow.

It's cold outside, the snow on the ground emphasizing the time of year that we find ourselves in as the clock ticks closer to midnight.

15 minutes, that's all that stands between us and the new year.

I can't help but shiver, it's my favorite time of year yet my body will never adjust to the temperatures after living in Monaco for a couple years.

"Here," Georgie prompts, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it over my shoulders. "Can't have you starting the new year with a cold, now can we Love?"

"Thank you," Is my whispered response, pulling him to lean over the railing, eyes set on the snowy expanse of the country club, what is golf greens in the summer now just a blanket.

I can feel George moving away and I miss the heat he offered by just being beside me, my personal furnace for the last three years.

"Cami?"

Turning around at my name, every thought is leaves my mind at the sight in front of me.

"Camila Jade Alonso," George begins again, down on one knee with a box in one hand, his other reaching out for my own. "You have allowed me to be by your side for three years, four if you count the year I spent trying to convince your father to let me be with you," He reminisces, the both of us chuckling at the memory of a 2021 George trying everything in his power to get 'the great Fernando Alonso' to even acknowledge him outside the track, let alone date his daughter.

"From the moment I met you, I knew you would be the most important person in my life, and I can say one thing with certainty. Amor, eres el amor de mi vida y quiero seguir amándote hasta el día de mi muerte. ¿Quieres casarte conmigo? (Love, you are the love of my life and I want to continue loving you until the day I die. Will you marry me?)"

I've been nodding for the last minute, tears rolling down my cheeks as I hold a hand over my mouth to stop my cries from interrupting his sweet words.

Georgie stands, thumb coming up to brush the tears from my face with a smile brighter than the nights fireworks.

"So would that be a yes?"

"En cada vida diría sí a ser tu esposa (in every lifetime i would say yes to being your wife)."

"Cami, my knowledge of Spanish extends enough to only cover the words in my proposal and the curse words your father calls me from time to time," He reminds with a laugh, although you can tell my lack of a verbal answer is making him anxious.

"George William Russell," I begin again, running my hand through his hair. "In every lifetime I would say yes to being your wife."

"I was hoping that was your answer," He whispers, taking my hand to place the ring on, both of us smiling brightly as he looks back up to my face, bringing me into a kiss.

"I love you George Russell."

"Te quiero mas Camila pronto a ser Russell (I love you more Camila soon-to-be Russell)."

russell george she didn't say no, i hadn't asked her yet you're talking to a newly engaged man, boys

[thoughtfulchaos773]

“I guess all the time, I feel like I am kind of trapped because I can’t describe how I’m feeling. so to ask somebody else how they’re feeling that just seems, I don’t know, insane?"

Inspired by an interview with Joanna Naugle, the editor of The Bear where she explains that from the first moment Carmy wakes up, the audience is taken on a journey to explore the world from Carmy's perspective.

But the dream..There's a thing here with trapped, the bear being trapped in the opening moment on screen, Carmy being trapped in the walk-in, Jimmy asking okay we get the star then what? Syd: We're dialed- Carmy: we're trapped. We hear this once again in the season 3 trailers (Syd: Why are you doing this? Camy we're going to get a star- I thought it was a trap?)

What's trapped are Carmy's feelings, and the audience experiences Carmy's released emotions as he navigates the world.

It's an adult coming-of-age story- about summoning the self by acknowledging his own feelings.

Carmy seems to live a life of self-denial and has a lot of repressed emotions. We see these feelings explored subconsciously through overlapping dialogues, and not just in overlapping dialogues but also in music choices, cinemtography, and flashbacks. This gives us insight into his mind, where we hear and see subliminal, suggestive images and conversations that relate to his unexplored feelings.

Carmy struggles to understand what he truly wants because he hasn't fully explored his pent-up emotions.

Until he releases it (the bear- the emotions)in the dream in the opening scene of the show.

The bear symbolizes Carmy's subconscious, including his grief and other emotions that he has been holding in for a long time before Mikey's passing. Returning home and working in the restaurant has triggered the release of all these raw emotions, which he needs to process in order to heal. Once he identifies and processes his feelings, he will start on the hero's journey of understanding himself, his desires, and his feelings towards himself and those around him.