firefighter!soap not having a date to one of the fundraisers at the firehouse, so he invites you!!
definitely didn't sneak into his captain's files to find your contact information — that would be silly. but luckily, you find it amusing, and sitting in that hospital bed for days was agonizing.
you'd be daft to pass this up.
showing up to the firehouse, seeing families of the other firefighters, civilians and their children, tables of food, and prizes for the raffles. it's not packed full of people, however a higher turnout than you expected.
and then, most importantly, soap.
wearing his uniform; black slacks that hugged his thighs tight, and polished black boots that gave him a clean-cut look. a fresh shave on his face, still emanating aftershave. and his shirt with the sleeves rolled, to expose his biceps. and over his heart, displaying his badge and the three digits on the outside of the firehouse.
"look at ye, up and walking." he'd say, giving you a friendly side hug while clasping one of your hands. twirls you around slightly, as if to examine how well you've healed.
still, there are small bandages on your body, bruises that finally started to fade, and the soft cast on your wrist. but none of it diminished your beauty.
spending the entire fundraiser at his side, introduced to everyone on his team, and their families. you were out of your element but buzzing with nerves — and as cliché as it was, butterflies. every time you look at him, you remember the relief of seeing his face for the first time; how he cradled you in his arms and pulled you from the flames.
by nightfall, it was mainly the younger crowd left or the older couples without children needing to sleep. through the speaker, top hits played faintly, echoing off the tall walls of the firehouse. there were string lights lining the industrial staircase, attempting and succeeding to give the space an inviting feeling.
each time you looked at the banners and homemade signs, you imagined which ones johnny worked on. picturing him up on one of the ladders, making sure his strips of tape were straight. most of the raffle prizes had been claimed already, leaving miscellaneous home items, or overpriced bath kits.
"are they supposed to be drinking? aren't they on duty?" you chuckled, pointing a finger at two of his fellows, trying their best to hide the beer they smuggled into the party.
johhny shook his head, flashing the whites of his teeth warmly, "aye, they're in for it once all the guests leave."
"oh, is that what i am? just a guest?" you cocked a brow, taking another sip of the punch. he shakes his head, refusing to take his eyes off of you as you walk side by side through the firehouse as if giving you a silent tour of the place. as if he wanted you to show up more, which you wouldn't mind.
"don't do tha' sad face," he finished off his own red cup, tossing it into one of the trash bins. of course, you couldn't resist exaggerating your frown, just to prove your point.
you both made your rounds again, reaching the nearly cleared raffle table. "you know what, i'll get you a prize. how about that?"
intrigued, you tilted your head and nodded, waiting to witness his offer. "lay it on me then."
"let's see..." his fingers roamed along the slim pickings. beer-themed socks? you weren't in a frat. a fuzzy throw blanket? hm, slightly better.
he picked up one of the promising prizes. "oh, what about this? something to add to your beauty routine, eh?" he held up one of the cheap sample kits, sure to irritate your skin more than help it, so you scoffed and acted more unimpressed than you actually felt.
his effort was endearing, and frankly, it was entertaining to watch a tough guy scramble to appease you.
he mumbled a hm, extending out another box to you, which only resulted in more faux disappointment.
"a pressure cooker?" you chuckled. "a fundraiser at a firehouse, and they're giving away pressure cookers..."
he contemplates, clicking his tongue in agreement. he hadn't thought of how hypocritical that was until now. "it's good business, besides, putting out fires is good for the ego." he set the box back down, meeting your gaze for a few seconds.
a small grin appears on his face, "especially if something beautiful comes from the flames." he adds, waiting for the inevitable hitch in your breathing that you try to hard to conceal.
you do just that but end up giving his toned arm a light smack, reminding yourself that there are indeed still people around. and that flirt was as cheesy as the dip bowl you were standing next to.
COUNTDOWN TO CHANGBIN'S BIRTHDAY: D-3
finger clickin' yeah we writin' up a super hit
in the studio, KOMCA, irresistable
feelin' prime, state of mind
finger clickin' yeah we writin' up a super hit
If it's okay, would you be able to write something for BNHA 1A boys getting a shirt with English words that they can't actually read? Their shirt says something that makes no sense or might be inappropriate and has native English speaker!reader laughing
omg anon i absolutely ADORE this idea! thank you so much for requesting it because this one is so goofy and fun! i chose just some of my favorites from class 1A, but not every boy because that would be too much lol. if i didnt get your favorite on here, you can just send me another request specifying! thanks again for the request and i hope you have a lovely day anon!! <3
Class 1A boys with very mistranslated shirts in english
Characters Included - Sero, Kirishima, Bakugou, Denki
Warnings - none!
Notes - (none of the photos below are mine btw) thank you again for requesting!! i loved writing this it was so flippin funny and overall just a fun time! i ended up just doing bakusquad, but if you want me to do a part 2 with more characters, just send over a request! have a great day anon!!! <3333
And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3
Sero
when Sero walked into the living area of the dorms, you immediately burst out laughing
everyone turned to you confused all while you were out of breath, nearly falling to the floor in laughter
Sero ran up and tilted his head
"dude, what's wrong?"
when you finally caught your breath, you pointed at Sero's shirt and just started laughing again
he thought he had a stain on it or something and was still confused
when you finally calmed down, you wiped a tear from your eye, trying to breathe
"sero, do you know what your shirt says?"
"huh? no. i just thought the english looked cool. why?"
you held back a laugh
"sero... it says 'chicken harness'" you couldnt help but break out into laughter again while sero stood in shame as everyone laughed at him
didnt stop him from wearing it again though
Kirishima
"what's clickin' everyone!" kirishima walked into the room with full confidence, sporting a new shirt
no one thought anything of it because it was just a shirt, but you tilted your head, reading it over and over again
kirishima ran up to you and showed off the shirt
"cool, huh?!"
you tilted your head again and placed your hand on your chin
"wh-what's wrong y/n?"
"kirishima... do you know what this means?"
"huh? what are you talking about?"
"your shirt. can you translate it?"
"no. i just thought it looked cool."
you giggled and shook your head. "kiri, your shirt says 'hot babe fingers'."
everyone burst into laughter, including kirishima
everyone got a kick out of that shirt
Bakugou
you hold back laughter when bakugou walks into the room wearing a shirt that literally says "turn bandanna"
it simply just looks stupid
but you wouldnt be caught dead laughing at bakugou, so you hold it back best you can
until you let a little snort out
youre already dead, just start writing the will now
bakugou turns to you and cocks an eyebrow
"what the hell are you laughing at?!"
"n-nothing..."
but because you let something out of your mouth, the momentum continues and you burst out laughing
bakugou doesnt find this amusing one bit, but lets you continue until you're weezing out of breath
you look up to find him looking like a disappointed mother
"explain yourself"
you point to his shirt and giggle
"it says 'turn bandanna' and it simply looks stupid"
his face went completely red and he left, quickly changing his shirt never to wear that one again
Denki
you immediately spit out whatever you were drinking when denki walks into the room wearing a shirt that says "salad? no skeleton!"
"oh my god, denki! what on earth are you wearing?!"
you sputtered that out through laughter and denki begins laughing with you
"dude, i kid you not, i was walking in the hall when present mic told me what it said and now I never want to take it off!"
you both burst out into laughter, falling to the floor out of breath
[ I'mma in the final stretch for this babu~ Though boy does my finger hurt from mass clickin' the poor guy just to make him hate me enough to evolve. ]
lee from steps was so right when he said foot kickin', finger clickin', leather slappin', hand clappin', hip bumpin', music thumpin', knee hitchin', heel and toe, floor scuffin', leg shufflin', big grinnin', body spinnin', rompin', stompin', pumpin', jumpin', slidin', glidin', tush pushin', thunder footin', cowgirl twistin', no resistin', drums bangin', steel twangin', two steppin', end to end, hardwood crawlin', some four wallin', rug cuttin', cowboy struttin', burnin', yearnin', windin', grindin'
My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy
My obsession from a Western, my dance floor date
My rodeo Romeo, a cowboy god from head to toe
Wanna make you mine, better get in line
5-6-7-8
Foot kickin', finger clickin', leather slapping, hand clappin'
Hip bumpin', music thumpin', knee hitchin', heel and toe
Floor scuffin', leg shufflin', big grinnin', body spinnin'
Rompin' stompin', pumpin' jumpin', slidin' glidin', here we go
KFC SURPRISES BGMI FANS WITH A ‘WINNER WINNER CHICKEN LUNCH’
Announces strategic partnership with KRAFTON India, bringing together two of GenZ’s top passion points – food and gaming
BGMI players can score exciting in-game rewards with KFC Zinger Box
National, 01 July 2024: It’s ‘Winner Winner Chicken Lunch’ for all BATTLEGROUNDS MOBILE INDIA (BGMI) players this summer, as KFC India collaborates with KRAFTON India, makers of India’s most-loved battle royale game for a crispy, crunchy, finger clickin’ good partnership!
As a part of this limited time collaboration, KFC and BGMI have a crunchy surprise for chicken lovers and gamers. With the purchase of the KFC Zinger Box, fans have a chance to get their hands on exciting in-game BGMI rewards.
The strategic partnership brings together two of Gen-Z’s top passion points, food and gaming. It comes at a time when gaming is increasingly gaining popularity amongst young Indians, with the audience base expected to grow to 750 million users by 2025.
With the KFC Zinger Box, consumers can enjoy finger lickin’ good crispy chicken, and exclusive in-game rewards. Available for INR. 299/- on dine in or takeaway, the box includes KFC favourites like the Classic Zinger Burger, and 2-piece Hot Wings, along with fries and a refreshing beverage.
The KFC Zinger Box comes with a unique code, which can be unlocked on the BGMI website. The exclusive code gives fans a chance to collect exciting rewards such as parachutes, bags, hats, jackets, and more to enhance gameplay with friends.
Speaking about the collaboration, Aparna Bhawal, Chief Marketing Officer, KFC India, said, “KFC is a brand with culture at its core. We’re always exploring distinctive, cutting-edge and culturally relevant partnerships. The idea for a collaboration with BGMI was born when we introduced KFC’s Lunch Specials recently. We thought gamers often celebrate a win with a ‘Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner,’ so why not give it a KFC twist, and do it over lunch? It’s an epic partnership, and we’re confident that our Gen-Z consumers are going to find it finger-clickin’ good!”
Seddharth Merrotra, Head of Business Development at KRAFTON India, added “As gaming continues to captivate a growing audience in India, our collaboration with KFC brings an exciting opportunity for BGMI players to enjoy their favorite game alongside a delicious KFC meal. This partnership not only enhances the gaming experience but also underscores our commitment to creating unique, immersive experiences for our players. With BGMI and KFC being standout brands in their respective fields, uniting them goes beyond a mere partnership; it’s a memorable journey where every bite and every gaming moment come together to redefine how fans indulge in their favorite pastimes.”
To claim the exclusive in-game KFC rewards, consumers can scan the QR code which comes with the purchase of the KFC Zinger Box OR visit www.battlegroundsmobileindia.com/redeem.The KFC Zinger Box with BGMI rewards is available in restaurants across Bangalore, Chennai, Hyderabad, Kolkata, Mumbai, New Delhi and Pune till 30th August 2024 only.
So, what are you waiting for? Rush to the nearest KFC restaurant, or order online through the KFC app or website (www.online.kfc.in) while the offer lasts.
About KFC: KFC, a subsidiary of Yum! Brands, Inc. (NYSE: YUM.), is a global chicken restaurant brand with a rich, decades-long history of success and innovation. It all started with one cook, Colonel Harland Sanders, who created a finger lickin’ good recipe more than 80 years ago, a list of secret herbs and spices scratched out on the back of the door to his kitchen. Today we still follow his formula for success, with real cooks breading and freshly preparing our delicious chicken by hand in more than 26,000 restaurants in over 145 countries and territories around the world.
For more information, visit https://online.kfc.co.in/
He’s a Liar. He lied about everything in between, both big and small. It did not matter if you were above nor underneath him-yet those straight teeth of his always found a way to feed you those convincing sweets. Puffs of heavy breaths are mingling, he sweats by the brow where a vein thrums on his temples. His palms pressed firmly onto the dark green Victorian wallpaper of your families drawing room, on either side of your head. Hardened beady eyes stare back into yours.
“I am tired of this. Neither your berating or screaming will change my decision Y/n” His eyes search yours and each fan of his breath against your Rosie lips, though it makes him want to berate something else.
“Raen-”
“Save it. I do not wish to hear anymore.” He grinds through clenched teeth. He had enough of your constant nagging to keep you by his side at all times. About some foolish gossip of rumors of an attack against him. Everywhere he went, or was going to. He would catch your figure. At the banquets, the throne room. Even for the blessing of the emperor onto you to be ‘his’ to keep you where he didn’t want too.
You were to be crown princess, yet you were just as clingy as the others. At least, that’s how he saw it. Only, you had suspected his life was in danger. Due to the many strings you pulled to get that information out of a marquises daughter. but the ‘fool’ was too occupied with work and his ‘duties’ as the crown prince.
Liar. His fingers shift and twitch on the wallpaper from every time his eyes connect with your eyes to your lips that are just about to part in protest. Instantaneously his lips press onto yours. Taking the responsibility of the heat he created, of the heat rising so steadily in his core. His hands swiftly move to grasp and caress the back of your hair and right cheek. Firmly pressing into the smooth texture of skin he’s come to adore grazing with his knuckles, at times.
His tongue finds yours, twirling and slightly sucking your pink muscle into his mouth. Like musk and the slight staleness of butter he had for lunch before coming to ‘grace’ you with his presence. The raven-haired man groans, shifting his other hand to grip your neck. If only he could squeeze and wring the soft flesh to stop your blabbering mouth—when you spoke so loudly.
His beady, soul-less eyes open and he moves his fine face away. Leaving you breathless like the shouting you did earlier. “I hope this is not how I must always keep you shut, my dear canary.”
Your mouth opens to oppose, but he shuts you up with a gentle squeeze to your throat. Planting his smooth alabaster forehead against yours.
“Keeping you at my side won’t be so bad, hmm ?. After all. I like a good snack.” The prince cackles. Pulling his forehead back. Raen straightens the ends of his black royal uniform-he reaches a white gloved right hand out to wipe away the saliva on your lower lip, before reaching out for a handkerchief in his pocket and wiping the fluid off his glove. The handkerchief drops to the floor, simultaneously he steps onto it as he reaches for his cap on the fawn-golden coloured accent table beside your still figure, his back to you.
He fixes the shiny black cap onto his raven strands, turning his head over his shoulders to gaze at you. His black as night-orbs makes you quiver and hold onto your breath. Like, he’s staring straight into your being.
“Hmm-Maybe I should make you my wife soon, that way your loud-mouth remains shut, like it is now. Share my words to your father, Marchioness Stenanger.” A smirk spreads onto his lips before he rests his arms by his side from putting on the cap. He turns his head away from you, walking ahead with his knee-boots clicking against the tiles. He exits the drawing room. 
Repo Man emerged in Bristol in 2011, reshaping 'rock groop' sturm-und-clang into subnormal forms, son-of-Oldham vocal slurries, oozing free sax splatter and shards of punishing guitar bliss. If you ever freaked to The Fall, Sonic Youth, Swans or Ornette Coleman then Repo Man may be your ticket to oblivion.
Me Pop Now is the new Repo Man album and represents their fourth long-playing excursion into the realms of the caustically weird.
Me Pop Now is the first Repo Man album to feature the rhythmical reverberations and string slingin' of Aron Ward (Olanza / Harpoon) and drumsmith Simon Mawson (Action Beat). It was recorded in June of ’22 at Giant Wafer studio in Wales with Wayne Adams (Bear Bites Horse) with steamin' interludes sweated out at Aron's over a crazed weekend later that summer.
Me Pop Now sonically slams through the sprechgesang dullard hordes like a wrecking ball. Punctuated by electronic spasms and a box-jacket aesthetic, this latest emissary from the jumbled brains of Bristol's bozo intellectuals will fire your synapses like a Ci and Jak poured deep n' long. The tracks come thick n' fast, time bomb ticking and finger clickin' for diverse attention spans, a platter loaded with meaty beaty juices for the dry age.
What is Me Pop Now? A continuum of descendants of the Ig? A comment on the self fixated modern malaise/ discombobulation of individuality? A nifty film quotation? A trip into the commercially viable? All of the above and more?