I want to see them having more casual interactions please-

Hi darling! How are you? How have you been? Sorry for bothering, I wanted to request! You really write very well and keep up with the good work! So anyways.. Can I request smut for Alastor, Lucifer & Crimson reacting to their girlfriend wear a lingerie?

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day/night!!

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Imma go ahead and ignore that icky word that's in there and make it S/O because I want to write Alastor. Here is my request page for anyone who wants to in the future. Please take a read before you come into my inbox :D

Can I request smut for Alastor, Lucifer & Crimson reacting to their [REDACTED] wearing lingerie?

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write female reader, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???

C/W: NSFW topics, Each character will have their own respective warnings, Sexual content, duh, no pronouns used, Bottom! reader favored, Established relationships. OOC?, I mean this would never happen, so yeah ooc

Notes: the giggle I had to stop when I got to Alastor good god, but Lucifer was honestly the funniest and most enjoyable to write. I had a smile on my face the whole time

Crimson ♧︎...

C/W: Slight Voyeurism (mention of his right hand man Alessio), Degradation, he def has a sir kink, don't lie to me, mention of stealing/sugarbaby (hes an asshole) mention of stalkers? admirers?? idk he just mentions people leaving you gifts,

For being an old (mafia) man. He's not opposed to a little dress up

Only if its you though. He would NEVER

He would be into something with a little more class.

Never will his darling look like some 2 cent floozy

So none of that crotchless bull honky. While he wouldn't be mad at it, he would rather leave more to the imagination. Something to work for, y'know?

And he would certainly work for it.

You really wanna get him going? Accentuate your hips. That's something him and Moxxie can agree. They like their darling with a little bit of width~

If you are gonna wear something for him, you best put on a show while you're at it.

He waits to do business after dinner, so why not let him enjoy his meal

For an asshole he has some manners now

Always making you cum once or twice before even taking your outfit off.

It likes to wait before unwrapping his gift <3

But once he gets more accustom to your interest

He's definitely going to be the one buying you the set

well its his money that's being used, Al is the one who goes and picked them up. Poor baby...

"You're so needy, baby. But did you need to go and make yourself out to be a whore in the middle of a meeting?" Crimson said as he placed a hand on your waist. His desk might not be the most comfortable place, but it will do for now. It's not like he can ignore you when you got all dolled up for him.

"I don't remember buying this one. Alessio leaving you gifts now too?" His fingers slid under the thin fabric as you let out a soft whine before answering, "I got them,.. custom made, sir." you said, trying to steady your breathing as his hands wandered between your legs. You let out a yelp as he spreads your legs out more for himself.

"And where are you getting this money from, huh? Hope you're not stealing it from me, brat." He gives you a soft glare and a questioning look as his eyes scan over the fabric that covered you, before his spotted the embroidered 'C. Knolastname' on the front of the waist band. With his index finger and thumb, he hooked them around the band and traced the deigned. Crimson gives you a smirk and placed a kiss right under your belly button before moving down.

"Hmm... maybe i do have a use for that ring then after all, but i should repay this favor before hand. Right, (Y/n) Knolastname?"

Lucifer 𓅰...

C/W: light choking, another one with a superiority kink, mentions of god (he calls himself it), size kink for the fact I thought this man was like 5'8-10 come to look up his like 6'2-3, slight crack fic (because he wouldn't take anything seriously until truly needed, he giggles when you change in front of him, it's always a crack fic with him)

HE HAS A MATCHING SET!!

god how my perception of these characters have been warped

but he has most definitely bought you outfits before, probably the only one to go out of his way to get matching ones.

Even got a few custom ones made, you can always tell by the little duck embroidered somewhere on them.

He's game for anything you wanna wear. He isn't gonna stop you, if anything he's gonna encourage you to wear more.

He's helpless for you in such a pretty outfit and it's all for him?

He feels loved and he's sure to pay that back ten fold in the bedroom.

You might not allowed to be in heaven, but he can show you what it was like~

I maaay..be a bit delusional, but in private I feel like he's all giggly and shit.

Oh an he definitely was the first time you pulled this from your hat of tricks.

Almost a little to giggly i'd sat, to think the ruler of hell would be this flustered over an article of clothing is beyond me

But once he starts to become use to it. He starts to expect it. What? He is the king of Hell after all.

And he truly expects to be treated like one. (He's a brat when he doesn't get attention)

Be it sinner, hell-born, or even the 'perfect OC/that everyone loves who is half angel half devil/stronger then god/etc' he's gonna ask you one thing constantly...

"Please, my angel of death? Just one time, for me? Then i'll never ask again. Promise."

"I'm not wearing a duck tail while you fuck me. When- Where in hell did you even get these made?" you asked as you held up the pair of yellow lingerie with a duck tail sown on the back of the waist band.

"You shouldn't need to worry about that, my love. All you need to worry about is wearing them for me." He said with a light sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, a soft smile resting on his face.

"Again, I am not. fucking. wearing. them, you prick-!" As soon as you got the name out you felt yourself against the wall. The soft smile gone from Lucifer's face as a dark look pooled in his eyes, an unsettling stare never leaving yours. Before you could apologize, his hand wrapped around throat, his index finger pushed your face up to his as he spoke with a low voice.

Almost like that cheery devil was just a front...

"Oh, how far from grace you have fallen, my dear. Seems you already forgotten your god. But that's no trouble at all, for tonight..." His grip on your neck got tighter as he got closer to your ear and a sinister smile made itself at home upon his pale face. Y'know, you really only notice how big he is when he gets like this... oh that wasn't a complaint. Not when his presence alone encaged you against the wall, let alone the possessive grip that he had on you.

"I'll teach you how to praise my name once again."

Alastor 𐂂...

C/W: Teasing, sadly abo mention, WHY ARE YOU BOOING ME I AM RIGHT, blood mentions, possessive behaviors, light choking, mentions of cannabalism, duh, playing more into the abo, uhm, sniffing? idfk leave me alone its late. oh ft: a guest at the end.

Another man with class, just not as much. I mean, come on, he's still a sinner~

though when you present yourself to him in your outfit, he can't help, but raise a brow as he tried to keep down his smile at the sight.

Definitely a big tease, a BIG tease

Especially when you look so cute for him, squirming under his indifferent gaze. Oh how he wants to squeeze your cheeks and leave you begging for release~

He's also one for a game of cat and mouse.

so when you go out into town with him make sure to slip his favorite pair of lingerie under your clothes

And if you're one wear revealing clothes, then I hope you're ready for a possessive (and bloody) overlord, ad pray for anyone who thinks they can touch you, let alone come near you.

oh AND OHHHH wanna know how you really got him? How you really got to him??? When the static cuts out and that Louisiana drawl' comes out of him. (I would die. again.)

(If I say he has a rut would that be considered A/b/o? I mean he is a deer demon, same with other demons in a similar case)

but WHOOO WEE

for someone who normally has a distaste for touch that isn't initiated by him, He'll enjoy a night or two (on the rare occasion) where he lets you indulge yourself

though, do be careful now, he's a gentleman up and foremost, but he's not always a patient man at that. He's always willing to return the favor tenfold~

And if you already couldn't tell, he loves the color red, basically lives in it. So it's safe to it sets something off in him

be the cannibal in him, or maybe he just likes the color a little too much

but at the end of it you'll more marked up then a rough draft <3

"Bless your heart, Dear. Did you think I wouldn't notice... your little getup? His clawed fingers trailed your sides as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. His frame trapping you in your seat and god, would it be terrifying for any mere sinner in this position, if it wasn't for the playful twitch of his ear that told you otherwise. Someone was enjoying this more then he let on...

It wasn't the first time you had teased him in public, but it was the first time people really had the courage to come talk to you. To give the poor souls benefit of the doubt, you were just sat at the bar talking to husk. Though, you would also think the red pinstripe outfit and microphone that rested at your side gave itself away.

"And it seems i'm not the only one. Now, if I were to kill everyone in this god forsaken hotel. Whose fault would that be, hm?" A clawed hand made it's way around your throat as it softly pulled you back, letting him have full access to your neck. Burying his face in your neck, he took in a deep breathe as static radiated off him.

"Or maybe I should have you for a meal tonight. You do smell quite... appetizing, my darling. Such a shame I have to ruin that pretty little outfit of yours." Before you could even gasp a grumbling and angry voice rang out, bringing you both back into reality.

"Can you two not fuck at my bar please? You are just as bad as that damn spider."

"Oh of course Husker! We'll get out of your fur right now actually! Wasn't like these pathetic things were going to get a taste of you anyways."

Q&A

Mary Earps x fem!reader

Recently, all of the lionesses have had to deal with a lot of media attention and interviews after winning the euros. Today it is your turn; luckily, it is just a quick Q&A interview along with signing a few jerseys. These kinds of interviews never bother you too much because they usually ask pretty mild and entertaining questions, and most of the time if there is a question that may be risky, they’ll ask you if it’s okay to answer before rolling the cameras.

Your alarm blared throughout the bedroom, causing you to groan and stretch out as little as you can. Your wife’s arms are wrapped around your waist and your back is to her front. You feel Mary’s arms tighten to keep you in your spot.

“Baby,” you turn your head and place a kiss on her flushed cheek, “I have to start getting ready.” She just groans as a response and continues to keep her limbs wrapped around you.

“Honey-“

Her mouth hangs open and she lets out a booming snore to cover your protests.

“Mary!”

That gets her attention right away as her eyes shoot open and she sits up a little. Her lip juts out in a pout, “Don’t call me that.” Whenever you fight, you’re generally the calm one and never raise your voice along with only calling her by pet names like “Baby” or “Honey”. So now that you used her first name, she is wide awake and probably a little scared.

“There! That’s one way to get your attention.” You smile in triumph and lean over to place a small peck on her frowning lips. Her mouth drops open a little with her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

“That’s not fair! You can’t do that to me!” She shouts, seeing as you already made your way to the bathroom.

“I love you!”

She grumbles back a quiet “I love you”.

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After a quick see you later and a couple of kisses, you make your way to your vehicle and head to your destination. Luckily, the directions your manager sent to you are not too far from your loft.

As you walk in, you greet multiple directors and writers before making your way to the seat where all the cameras are pointed to. A makeup artist and hairdresser come over and make a few tweaks to your look just to be sure everything is perfect. There will be an interviewer behind the camera asking a series of questions, so all you’ve got to do is answer and be polite.

The camera rolls and the producer gives you the sign to introduce yourself. “Hi! My name is Y/n Earps, I play for the England Lionesses, and today I will be doing a quick Q&A. Most of these questions are asked by you, the fans, and viewers. If your question didn’t make it, you can always drop more on Twitter or Instagram and I will do my best to answer them. Now let’s get started!”

The producer gave you a thumbs up and started to roll again. Your hands lay on the table intertwined while you look at the interviewer standing behind the camera.

“Out of everyone in your squad, who do you think is the funniest?”

“Oooh, that’s a tricky one. There are a lot of jokesters on the team, but I think it would be Tooney. She’s always so random and it makes it even funnier. I’d say Daly is right there too”

You hear the man flip through the cards to get to the next one. “Okay next, growing up, which club did you support?”

“Oh no. I hope not too many people come after me, but I grew up an Arsenal fan and I even play for them now. All my teammates who play for Chelsea, United, or Barca all argue over who’s second to me. Leah just looks smug and lets out snarky comments, teasing the rest.”

You go over plenty of more questions; some about your personal life and some about your football opinions. A couple of the questions you’d have a conversation with the interviewer and the crew behind the camera. Now you’re down to your last one, which is a little relieving. To be honest, you didn’t want to get out of bed at all today, but this wasn’t the worst thing to do.

“Last question for today isssss…out of all women’s football, who is your favorite goalkeeper.”

You let out a small chuckle and stare at the camera. “This feels like a setup. Well if I don’t say Mary Earps I think she’d be quite angry with me and would sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Wouldn’t you sleep on the couch?” The man’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“Yeah, you would think, right? But one time Mary told me and I quote, ‘Just because I don’t like you at the moment, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you’. She claims she doesn't want my back to hurt the next morning.” You smile softly at the words of your wife. A few awes can be heard from the crew which makes your smile widen even more.

“It’s really difficult being married to a cocky sweetheart sometimes.” Sighing, you shake your head and look at the camera. “Back to the question, I guess Mearps isn’t all that bad,” you jokingly look around and cup your mouth, acting like you're whispering, “I do fancy Zecira Musovic though.” You place a finger on your lips and wink before the cameras stop rolling. The workers clap and thank you for doing this and you smile back and reply with my pleasure.

Once everything is edited to your and the producer's taste, they post it on YouTube straight away. You bid your goodbyes one final time and go run a few errands to get some snacks for movie night.

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“Baby! Can you help me with a few of these groceries?” You shout through the empty-looking house. Footsteps begin to make their way slowly to the front door, near you.

“Well well well, look who needs goalkeeper Mary Earps’s help. Why don’t you call and ask your favorite Zecira Musovic?” She taunts with her arms crossed over her chest. Her steps are even slower than before, taking her time to get to you.

“You saw the interview, huh?” You wince and give your best innocent smile while you bat your eyelashes. Mary nods and runs her tongue around the inside of her cheek, which most people are familiar with during games.

“Why should I help you?”

“Because you; darling, love of my life, angel, are my dear sweet wife, and you wouldn’t want your wife’s arms to snap before the World Cup now would you?” You say with the same smile, but now your nose is scrunched. “Please?”

Huffing, she makes her way to you grabs all the bags, and goes to the kitchen to set them on the counter. You follow her and give her the biggest hug you can. Her hands place themselves under your thighs, signaling for you to jump. Your legs wind around her waist as your arms wrap around her neck. Mary carries you back into the living room and bends down, placing only you on the couch. You reach up with grabby hands and try to bring her down. She lowers her mouth just above your ear and whispers, “Your back can hurt tomorrow, so you can sleep on the couch tonight.”

She places a kiss on your lips and walks away leaving you in shock, seeing she just mimicked your moves from this morning. Your wife smirks to herself and heads back upstairs to your shared bedroom. As quickly as you can, you sit up and run towards her.

“It was a joke, baby! I’m sorry!”

our dawn is hotter than day.

in which you and your boyfriend says i love you for the first time surrounded by his friends.

pairing: jeonghan x reader, seventeen x reader (in a friendship way lmao dw) words: 1.6k content: fluff warnings: talk of drinking (like two times but it's not a main theme), reader sits on jeonghan's lap, reader kisses jeonghan's cheek, they hold hands, jeonghan's tucks reader's hair away from their face, pda ig?, petnames (for reader: angel, baby / for jeonghan: hannie) note: jeonghan's instagram post from a few days ruined me,, he's my bf :( this idea was mostly @homerunhansol so credits to her for this story (and for making me delusional about hannie 🫶) thank you bb! minors can interact with this fic but pls don't follow! comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, pls don't forget

You thought when you would meet Jeonghan’s bandmates – his soulmates if we’re being truthful, that it would be nerve-recking. You thought you would be stuck to your boyfriend’s side, never letting go of his hand and always looking at him only, never meeting anyone’s eyes. No matter how many times he said in a reassuring tone you will be just fine, you didn’t believe him. You knew you were going to be anxious and there was no way around it. At least, you thought you knew.

What you never expected is – as the forever introvert you are, that you would get along with them this well. Since you walked into the place the 13 boys have rented for the weekend, it has been a constant exchange of laughter, smiles, drinks and food. Even the most introverted boys – such as Wonwoo or Soonyoung (who’s the shyest of the band, surprisingly) have opened to you. What you have realized in this little time together is that there is a snippet of Jeonghan in every single one of them. And that makes them feel like home, as if they always were just this much to you.

That’s how you find yourself, enjoying the night away, as it is still young, with 13 boys. You and Booseoksoon, which you have learned are the entertainers of Seventeen, enjoyed the karaoke together, singing at least 5 songs before the eyes of the other boys whom are clearly amused. A few times Chan joins you four to add some humor to the performance - and Seungkwan squeals every time or Jihoon adds some of his beautiful notes into the background. You have spent most of your night away from your boyfriend as he watches you from the couch, smiling and giggling, a beer in hand, at the way you are getting along so well with his favorite people in the world. It truly is a gift to see you this happy with the ones that made him into who he is.

As the night get deeper and colder, you find yourself at the campfire with most of the 13 boys – some of them being too tired to continue the night, to settle down and talk some more. Sat down on Jeonghan’s lap, in one of his comfiest hoodies, you talk and laugh with the boys as they share some of their funniest stories. You think your favorite one so far is about the famous Dokyeom and Seungkwan fight in Jeju.

It’s after almost an hour outside that you feel Jeonghan pulling you closer by the waist, resting his head on your back.

“Angel,” you hear him whisper softly.

“Hm, what is it, Hannie?” you answer quietly, turning around a little to see him look up to you with doe eyes.

"Are you enjoying tonight?" your boyfriend asks you, his eyes shining so much you wonder if the galaxy didn't find a home within him.

"Yeah, I am!" you tell him with a shy smile, knowing he's going to tease you with an I told you so even though it never comes. You see Jeonghan thinking about his next words, the teasing still ever present in his eyes when you hear a voice calling for you.

"Y/N!" Dokyeom says loudly to catch your attention, "Come talk with us!" he adds, sitting next to Seungkwan. You give them a thumbs up before turning around in Jeonghan's embrace, giving him a kiss on the cheek and squeezing his hand.

You spend the next hour or so sat down with Dokyeom and Seungkwan as you talk and laugh as if you knew each other for years. You only look up once or twice to look at your boyfriend, your eyes locking every time. If you were more attentive to him, you'd see how he'd be distracted by you, not being able to hold a conversation with anyone, including Seungcheol. He knew, when he first asked you to meet his members, that it would pull at his heartstrings. Despite all your beliefs, he knew you would fit in just well and they would welcome you with arms wide open.

He never really took the time to think about what it could mean for him. To see his favorite people love each other this much. He was hit with a wave of familiarity at the scene, as if his life always was like this, as if you were always just right by his side. However, what hit him the most at this instant, as he hears your laugh meld with Dokyeom's, was love. For some months he had been thinking of how much he loves you; he felt it mostly when you'd cook his favorite meal for him after he'd tell you practice was hard on this day, he could feel it in the way his heart would miss a beat when your eyes crinkle up in a smile or when you'd cling to his shirt, when he joins you in the middle of the night, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. But the moment he could feel it the most was right now: seeing you be your true self around his own people made him realize he wanted to provide this safe place for you for as long as you wanted him to. If you needed an island to rest on, he will be one for you.

It's after a few minutes, when Dokyeom decides to go to sleep and Seungkwan gets in a chaotic conversation with Chan, that you join him again, finding rest on his lap once more. As you talk lively with Seungcheol, the idea of playing mafia game pops up in the conversation which gets everyone excited.

After 2 mafia games - one won by Jeonghan as a mafia, the other one by the mafias again, which you were a part of, you can feel the sleepiness seeping through your bones. As you and your boyfriend were already eliminated from the current game, you fully let yourself rest against your boyfriend, your head in the crook of his neck, his hands keeping you still at the waist. You feel yourself drowsing off to the sound of Jeonghan's laughter, losing it at some of the boys' competitiveness.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, "do you want to go to bed?"

"No, no," you whimper, shaking your head slightly, "Wanna stay here. With you." you confirm, grabbing his hand tightly.

"Okay, angel." he says in a short chuckle, "But let me know when you want to go, hm?"

"I will, don't worry. Thank you, Hannie." you say sweetly, looking at him. The stars found a home in her eyes, Jeonghan thinks to himself.

"I love you." he says in a mutter, entirely to himself, thinking you're already dozing back to sleep.

Yet, he hears your giggle and feel the smile forming as your cheeks hit the curve of his neck.

"I love you too," you answer, still giggling. "Why are you saying this so suddenly?" you murmur, hiding your head deeper in his neck so no one can see the blush covering your cheeks.

"First of all, I didn't think you'd hear that and-" he says in a pout, as you look up at him, seeing a blush on his face.

"I can't believe the Yoon Jeonghan is blushing." you tease softly as you start to play with his fingers.

"And-" Jeonghan starts again, ignoring your teasing - even though a small smile makes its way on his lips, "I do really love you. Seeing you tonight, with all of them, tugged at my heartstrings." He explains, brushing your hair out of your face, "I felt like you were comfortable around them and it just makes me want to have countless days and nights with all of you. I just realized how I want to be with you forever." he confesses, still looking down at you, your eyes welling up with tears at his words.

"You know, why I felt this comfortable tonight?" you ask, waiting for his answer which comes in a shake of his head, "Because they really feel like you. Not in the I'm-in-love-with-you way- because yeah, I am in love with you, but- I just see parts of you within them. In their actions, in their kindnesses, in their words; that's why I felt so safe. They are people you love," you say as look around to see them still playing mafia game - Mingyu on his knees, begging Seungkwan not to kill him, making you snort, "You all grew up together, you taught each other how to be good people, and you did it pretty well. I don't think there'd be a single soul who would not feel safe with any of you." you tell him, holding his hand, "I was nervous about meeting them all, I wanted them to like me but tonight I realized it would be pretty damn hard to be hated by them-" you chuckle softly, your eyes meeting, "That's why I was so myself tonight."

"They'd never hate you." he whispers, "Not because they are good people - God only knows these idiots can be petty as well," he sneers, all the love in the world showing up in his eyes, "but because they saw how you made me happy, day after day. And that was enough for them to love you. It will always be enough." he tells you, eyes still locked, "Also- I am in love with you too." he adds as Seungkwan screams out in despair for losing while Chan stands up and does a silly dance to celebrate his victory, making you both laugh out loud at their antics. You look up briefly at the sky, seeing the stars still shining bright even though it is becoming brighter as the minutes passes by. I don't think I will be able to sleep anytime soon, you think to yourself as you feel your heart buzz with excitement, your boyfriend pulling you closer by the waist. But after all, as 13 boys once said, our dawn is hotter than day.

thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it 🫶

HIIII. I’m gonna like try one last time to make a request cause I understand you said there’s something up with your inbox and idk if like tumblr keeps eating mine but anyways—

How about sevika with a reader who’s fucking hilarious/super nice and makes her laugh but when it comes to actually being alone with sevika they are horrible at eye contact and are like supppperrr shy and embarrassed.

Especially like during their first time together (✂️✂️), THE GIRL CANT EVEN SPEAK.

I wonder if sevika would be patient- or if she would be the one to say she’s inlove first.

Idk but it’s up to you to answer this so ofc as alwayyyssss I hope you have annnn amazing day!

tumblr always manages to delete the cutest fucking suggestions thank u for sending this in again omg

men and minors dni

you're the life of the fucking party. no matter you go, you manage to make a friend. you've always got people laughing, you've always got a funny story to tell, and you can keep a conversation with a brink fucking wall. sevika thinks you're fucking amazing, the funniest person she's ever met.

she also thinks you hate her.

when you're alone with sevika, you're completely silent.

she thinks you've got something against her, and she's desperate to make it up to you somehow.

which leads to her being extraordinarily nice to you. which only leads to you being more awkward and standoffish around her.

you can't fucking help it. she's the most attractive woman you've ever met, you just can't help how tongue tied and shy you get around her.

it takes you guys a long fucking time to figure it out.

six months-- six months of sevika being incessantly nice to you, and you basically being silent to her-- and sevika finally gets fed up.

"look-- i don't know what i did to you-- but can you please just fucking tell me so i can figure out a way to make it up to you?" she asks one night at the bar. ran just left-- leaving you and sevika to sit in the typical awkward silence that follows the two of you around.

you blink at her. "what are you talking about?" you ask. she groans.

"oh for fuck's sake! you never fucking talk to me! i've seen you hold conversations with toddlers longer than you hold conversations with me! i don't get it! what did i do to you that makes you so fucking quiet around me?" she asks. you blink again, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"y-you haven't done anything--"

"--oh bullshit--"

"--except be very attractive." you finish. sevika freezes, your sentence catching up to her. you bite your lip. "you're... incredibly hot. it... kinda makes my brain... mush." you finish.

sevika blinks at you in shock for about five seconds, before a cocky smirk ticks up at the corner of her mouth. "is that so?" she asks, sitting back in her seat and eyeing you in an entirely new light. you gulp.

"shut up." you mutter. sevika chuckles.

"oh... this is fucking amazing." she says, grinning at you.

the first time you guys fuck, you keep trying to hide your face behind your hands. sevika fucking loves it, laughing down at you and smacking your hands away as she grinds her cunt against yours.

"show me that pretty fuckin' face, baby." she says. you whimper.

"s-sev." you whisper. she chuckles.

"fuck happened to you, huh? where'd all those words go? y' were talking up a storm earlier to silco-- makin' fun of me all night long-- what happened?" she asks.

you just whine. she laughs evilly, then ducks down to press her lips against yours.

she never stops teasing you about your uncharacteristic shyness around her. ever.

even when you're trying to tell her you love her.

"w-would you stop looking at me like that?" you ask. sevika smirks. she's got you on her lap, her hands on your waist. you had told her you wanted to tell her something important, and she had sat the two of you on the couch like this, as if her thumbs drawing circles on your hips wouldn't distract you at all.

"keep going... 'we've been dating for a few months now'...?" she prompts, starting where you had left of before she started smirking at you like that.

"w-we've been dating for a while and i-i wanted to tell you that..." you trail off again, your eyes locked on where her tongue is licking across the top row of her teeth as she grins.

"that?" she asks. you sigh shakily, and sevika chuckles.

"you're a fucking asshole." you mumble. she bursts into laughter and darts forward to kiss your lips.

"ouch, babe." she says. you roll your eyes at her. "you shoulda told me that before we spent so much time together-- woulda saved you a whole lotta trouble."

"fuck off." you grunt. she pinches you hip and you huff.

"c'mon, tell me." she says. "i'll stop." she promises, miming zipping her lips shut. you roll your eyes at her and look away.

"i love you." you mumble.

sevika's quiet for a moment, and you gulp. then, her finger is under your chin, guiding you to look back at her.

she's grinning, and your anxiety melts away.

"i love you too." she says.

your stomach does a somersault, and you lean forward to bury your face against her shoulder. "oh fuck." you mumble. she chuckles, her hand coming up to rub your back.

"you're so fucking cute it kills me a bit." she says. you huff against her.

"i hate what you do to me." you groan.

"oh yeah? because last night you seemed to like it quite a--"

"shut up sevika!" you cry. she just laughs.

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— everything is icy and blue, and you would be there too

summary: cordelia knows you’ve been feeling down this holiday season so she brings the holiday cheer to you.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1100

warnings: mention of depression but it’s not a depressing fic :)

Cordelia walks into her bedroom that she shares with you. The room is dim and she can hardly see you bundled under a pile of blankets on the bed. You haven't got up at all today. At least she hasn't seen you get up. She's worried.

Christmas is your favorite holliday. Every year you outdo yourself; decorating, checking off every Christmas activity, and making sure Cordelia and all the girls at the academy are having a great holiday.

However, this year has been tough on you mentally. By now, the last month of this year, you're completely drained. You don't feel the Christmas magic like you do every year. Hell, you even forgot that it was December.

You don't want to do anything.

What's the point?

Cordelia walks over to the bed. She can see your eyes peaking out of the warm blankets, staring blankly at the ceiling as if you see something that she doesn't.

She sighs and lays down beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist without saying a word. You don't really want to talk. Cordelia knows that. So, instead, she lets her presence speak for itself. She's right here with you and if you feel like talking, you know you can talk to her.

It doesn't take you that long to finally say something. She misses your voice and hearing you ramble about the silliest stuff. To her dismay, you don't really sound like yourself and the only thing you have the energy to ask is, "Aren't you and the girls decorating?"

It's weak and brittle and sad, your voice, and it shatters Cordelia heart into a million pieces. "We finished a little bit ago," she says, "it didn't feel right without you."

A single tear rolls down your eye and it's on the opposite side that Cordelia's not on so luckily she doesn't see it. However, she hears you sniffling and her nurturing side quickly comes out.

Cordelia leans up on her elbow, looks down at you and frowns. You can't even look her in the eyes. "Oh, my baby," she cups your cheek and brushes away the tear with her thumb. Her hands are warm, but the comforting type of warm that makes your whole body ignite a cozy fire.

"You need some christmas cheer, sweetie," she whispers. And she's know; you both know, that it's not going to cure you, but god, she wish it would. It's enough to make you weakly giggle and she smiles at you with a sparkle in her eyes.

She leans down and kisses your pinkish lips and it's so gentle that it’s just so Cordelia. Her hand slides down your arm until she finds your hand and holds it. "Come on," she says, and tries to pull you out of bed, but you keep you weight down as much as you can.

"Delia, nooo. Where are we going?" You whine and try to take your hand back but she's so much stronger than you.

"You need to get in the Christmas spirit, missy!" She tries to drag you out again. She's winning; your body's halfway out of the bed and you’re struggling not to give in.

"Deliaaa. No!" You're not yelling at her, because she's too sweet to even be annoyed at. She's just trying to get you out of bed so you don't rot away, you know that.

"I'm not taking no for an answer right now." She's all smiley like it's the funniest thing in the world and she really thinks you're just the prettiest thing, even with your messy hair and stubborn attitude.

Somehow, Cordelia finally gets you onto your feet. You stand there with your arms crossed, looking completely unamused and trying to not to show her that you think she's seriously being really cute.

"Okay let's go, you have to see the tree that I put up!" She drags you down the stairs and you hoped that the other girls weren't around to see how awful you looked. And because you really aren't in the mood to speak to any other than your girlfriend.

Cordelia is just easy to be around in your hardest times. She just understands you and she's so soft and gentle.

The staircase had tinsel and lights wrapped around it. It looked beautiful, she was always good at decorating. The entire downstairs was decorated and you felt a little pain of sadness knowing that Cordelia had to do all of this without you.

You finally get to the living room. The huge yearly Christmas tree is right in the corner, glowing with gold lights and an assortment of ornaments from you, Cordelia and the other girls throughout the years hanging on the branches.

One ornament that catches your attention hangs on the very front in the middle. It's a ceramic wreath with a picture of Cordelia kissing your cheek. You got it made for Cordelia last year. You feel tears building up in your eyes, and thanks to the bright lights, they so obviously glimmer.

Cordelia looks over at you to catch your reaction. It almost brings her to tears too. "Oh honey—"

"It's beautiful, Cordelia," you say, and swallow the lump in your throat. You look over at your girlfriend to meet her eyes and you smile. For the first time in a while you genuinely smile.

"Thank you, my sweets. But it's missing something." There's that mischievous smirk again. You questionably raise your eyebrow at her and she walks over to the bin of extra decorations that she has yet to put away.

She pulls out the big yellow star that has been put on that tree for longer than she's been alive. "I just couldn't do this part without you."

You want to cry. You're going to cry. But you cannot keep wearing like this so you choke the tears back and smile.

"Oh Cordelia—"

Cordelia can clearly see how emotional you're getting. With her free hand, she tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling at you. "Shh. I know. It's okay." She didn't want you to hold back any of your emotions. She was a completely safe person to be emotional around. "Here, I’ll hold you so you can reach. Okay?"

You nodded at her and she handed you the star. You walked up to the tree that was way taller than you. You felt her strong arms grip your waist and your feet lifting effortlessly off the ground.

"Don't drop me," you said, jokingly as you leaned a little bit forward to stick it into the very top of the tree. It was a quick and simple move, and once you were back on your feet, you were still in her arms, your face mere inches away from hers.

"I'll never drop you,"  she whispered so quietly and leaned forward to kiss you. You giggled into it like a teenager in love. She made everything feel okay again and somehow brought back that Christmas spirit. "How about you get comfy and put on a Christmas movie? I'll make us some hot chocolate, my love."

My Nemesis, James Hetfield pt 2

A/N: My first draft had a Bill cameo and then I was like "Nah this isn't the vibe" but it was funny when I was first writing it out hahaha p.s I saved that draft if anyone wants the bloopers 🫣😂

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff mini angst

Word Count: 676

Warnings: slightly tactless James, but it gets resolved real quick 😌

My Nemesis, James Hetfield

Metallica was playing tonight. I was front and center head banging and jamming along. James kept grinning at me, and I of course would grin back. I was absolutely smitten. 

Since the party several months back, he was true to his word. Gone was the mean curmudgeon. James is the sweetest, funniest guy I’ve ever met. 

After the show was over I made my way backstage. I showed my pass and got back to the dressing room with ease. I knocked on the door then twisted the knob. 

“Everyone decent?” I asked through the crack. There was a chorus of affirmatives. I opened the door further and entered the room, closing the door behind me. 

I squealed as I was immediately engulfed in a hug, James lifted me spinning me around. I giggled as he set me down. I grinned up at him and he kissed me. 

“You did so good tonight.” I said after he pulled away. 

“Always do when you’re in the crowd.” He smiled at me. 

“Eugh I think I liked it better when he was mean to you.” Dave complained. 

“You’re just upset you lost the bet.” Lars said, “I happen to think they’re cute. And my wallet is ten dollars heavier.” He joked. 

“We have to finish packing up, after we take it all back to the house do you want to go get some food?” James asked as he caressed my hip with his thumb. 

“Yeah that sounds good.” I smiled. He kissed me once more. I helped them pack their equipment and get it back to their place. 

As James drove to the diner, the music played softly and he had his hand on my thigh. Just being around him made me so happy. 

We got to the diner and he held the door open for me. 

“Thank you.” I smiled. He teasingly slapped my butt as I passed. “James!” I giggled and he just smirked in return. We were led to a booth and slid in across from each other. We ordered our usual meals. 

“So, I wanted to talk to you, it’s kinda serious.” James said as he played with the rings on my fingers. 

“What’s up?” I asked. I couldn’t help the nervous pit forming in my tummy. 

“I don’t know if Lars has talked to you at all about this, but Ron’s leaving the band. We’ve found a guy, he’s a perfect fit.” James started. 

“Lars hasn’t said anything, I’m glad you already found Ron’s replacement though.” I replied. James continued fiddling with my rings and fingers. 

“Well, there’s a catch. He’ll only join if we move up to the San Francisco area.” He said, his blue eyes staring into mine. 

“Oh.” Was all I could say.  I plastered a fake smile hoping he wouldn’t see through it as I tried to be supportive. I began to withdraw my hand from the table but he grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. 

“I know we haven’t been dating long, but I want you to come with me. I know Lars would love that, I mean you already know he loves having you around. And I would love having you around because I love you.” He rushed out. His eyes widened as he realized what he said at the end. We haven’t said that yet. The feelings are definitely there though. The anxious feeling in my stomach stilled at the peace that came from his statement.

“I love you.” I said. His features softened and he smiled at me. “The emotional whiplash you gave me just now makes me want to hit you just a little.” I laughed softly. James chuckled. I paused even though as soon as he asked my mind shouted the answer. “Yes, I’ll go to San Francisco with you.” James' eyes lit up as his smile widened. 

“Yeah?” He asked and I nodded. 

“I’d follow you anywhere, Hetfield.” I grinned. His cheeks turned rosy. 

Our food came, we ate while excitedly talking about what the future holds for us in San Francisco.

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-Isa

Really hot boyfriend | Aaron Hotchner x You Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You Genre: Fluff Warnings: Mentions of alcohol; drunk reader and BAU girls Length: One-shot

When you told the BAU girls your really hot mystery boyfriend would come pick you all up, because Sergio can’t drive.

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“Moooore shots.” JJ giggles as she sloshes another measure of tequila into the shot glasses on the table. The round empties out the bottle, which she tips over for good measure to demonstrate, before sliding the empty bottle across the table to join the cluster of empty beer glasses and cocktail classes that hovered at the end of the booth.

“To girls night with noo calls!” Emily yells out as the four of you Emily, JJ, Penelope and you) clink your glasses before tipping the liquid down your throats.

You drop your glass onto the table, and giggle as it topples, and rolls a distance, only to be stopped by a small heap of lime wedges.

“I am,” you raise your hands in front of you as you stare at your fingers, and then towards your companions, “certifiably drunk”.

“We alllllll are.” Penelope slings her arm around your shoulders as she pulls your close.

“But you could be more drunk.” Emily reasons, her words slurring slightly, as she stands, shouting across the bar towards the bartender “3 more rounds of shots!”

The bartender, Keith, raises his hand in a thumbs up and it earns cheers from your table of four.

“How are we going to get home.” You mumble, as you lean back against the booth seats.

“Sergio will pick us!” Emily exclaims.

“Sergio is a cat.” JJ counters, half scoffing, half laughing as if it were the funniest thing on earth.

“But Sergio is a gentleman.” Penelope purrs.

“And no gentleman will say no.” JJ roars, as the group collapses in laughter.

“I’ll call my boyfriend.” You proclaim, as if it were the smartest idea on earth.

“Oooooh the mystery boyfriend.”

“Do we finally get to meet him.”

“Caaaaaall him.”

“He is REALLY hot.” You giggle as you slide out of the booth, the alcohol making your brain swirl as you struggle to balance on your heels. Walking to a corner of the bar you tap at your phone.

“Hi.” The deep gravelly voice answers on the second ring.

“Hi.” You breathe out. “You sound delicious.”

You are rewarded with a deep chuckle which makes your insides twist, in a good way.

“And you sound drunk.” The words are light hearted, because he knows you are with a group of women (yourself included) who could kick ass if they wanted to, drunk or not, but you also hear the mild concern laced into his voice, because you are drunk and out.

“I am.” You nod furiously in agreement on your end, forgetting for a moment he can’t see. “Emily said Sergio could pick us, but Sergio’s a cat, he can’t drive. His paws won’t reach the gas.”

“Indeed.”

“Can you come pick us pleaseeeeee.”

“Are you sure you are ready for everyone to know?”

“ ‘S not everyone here.” You mumble.

“You know what I mean”, you hear a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“I am.” You answer after a beat of silence, your voice firm, despite the alcohol swirling through your system.

You had been officially dating in secret for 11 months now, not counting of course the year which you both had spent orbiting around each other, exchanging looks and accidental touches. He had been ready for the team to know around the 6 month mark, but you had been hesitant. Dealing with Strauss and the brass was one thing, but your struggle with dating your boss and how that would change perceptions of you had been another. Lately however, over the past one month, you had been certain that you were fine with the team knowing, because you loved him, loved Aaron Hotchner, and having everyone know that was more important that any perception of you anyone could possibly form.

“Alright, on my way.”

***

You spot him first, a welcome sight in a dark blue casual jacket over a grey t-shirt and dark jeans, entering the bar, his eyes scanning the room for sight of you. Your eyes lock on his, and feel your belly flop as smiles.

“Hey look thats Hotch.” Emily

“HOTCH.” Penelope

“Over hereeeeeeee.” JJ

He walks over, rubbing the back of his neck as he comes to a stop in front of your booth.

“What are you doing here Hotchhhh” Emily draws out as she attempts to push a half empty shot glass towards him. “Care for a drink?”

“We are waiting for her mystery boyfriend.” Penelope gushes in a loud, stage whisper as she jabs her thumb in your direction.

“He said he would come pick us up.” JJ’s head shoots up as she glances around.

“Well,” He clears his throat. “Lets go then, I’ll drop the three of you home.”

“But, we are waiting for the mystery boyfriend.” A protest from Emily.

“We reaaaaalllly want to see him.” A whine from Penelope.

“She said he is REALLY hot.” JJ nods firmly.

“He is.” You exclaim, as you lurch off your seat, stumbling into a pair of strong arms that catch, and steady you. In an alcohol induced haze of affection, you slip your arms around his waist, as you press your cheek firmly into his chest, beaming at the group of of three who are now staring at you, eyes open, their eyes slightly less glassy from the alcohol as realisation dawns on them.

“HOTCH IS YOUR BOYFRIEND?” Emily all but shouts, causing the next booth to glance over, as she slaps her hands against the side of her face.

You nod enthusiastically as Aaron says silent, while he snakes an arm around you, holding you steady, but also pulling you close as you are slammed with a barrage of squeals and questions.

***

It had taken a herculean effort for him to tame the constant stream of shock, squeals and questions that plagued him as he herded the four of you out of the bar (him holding on to you with his left hand, you onto Penelope, his right hand dragging JJ, and Emily insisting she could walk herself, bringing up the rear), into his suburban, and on the drop-off drive.

“I’m happy you guys are together.” Emily drawls as she unbuckles her seatbelt as Aaron puts the car in park. Her house was the last stop on the way.

She pokes her face forward, hovering above the center console of the car as she reaches forward, grabbing each of you with one hand with a surprising amount of strength as she pulls you both towards her, squishing both your cheeks against hers.

“You are happier around her, I can feel it.” she jabs a finger into Aaron’s arm as she lets both of you go, while planting a big wet slobbery kiss on your cheek before sliding out of the suburban and slamming the door shut as she waves and runs towards the entrance of her apartment block.

***

Hands unbuckle your seatbelt, and you feel them shift, one under your legs and the other around the back of your shoulders.

“Arms around me.”

You obey as you stir awake, your arms encircling his neck as you snuggle into him, nose nuzzling against his neck. You had fallen asleep on the short drive back to his apartment from Emily’s. He shuts the door of the suburban with a foot, pressing a hip against the handle to activate the auto-locking feature as he presses a kiss into the side of your head.

***

You wake to a pounding headache. Groaning, you flip from your side, onto your front as you bury your head in the pillow. Your body feels heavy, and your stomach is churning.

“Headache?” You feel a pair of warm hands snake around your waist, a body shifting to lie half on top of you as a pair of lips kiss the back of your head.

You groan again in response, unmoving.

“Theres water and painkillers on the nightstand beside you.” His voice murmurs in your ear, lips brushing gently against your ear, below your ear, and your neck as he shifts off you, his hand unwinding itself from around your waist and coming to rest lightly on the small of your back.

You lift your head from the pillow, and fumble for the tablets, and glass of water, which he must have placed there last night. Throwing the pills into your mouth, you gulp back the water before falling back onto the bed, this time your back on the mattress.

“How did you manage to get me up yourself.” You question, your voice a croak as you notice he had also managed to put you into one of his oversized t-shirts, and judging by the feel of your skin, had cleaned you with a damp towel before that.

“Skills.” He responds as you curl yourself onto him, head coming to rest on his chest, yours eyes flickering close as he entwines his arms around you. “We have brunch at Rossi’s in two hours.”

Your eyes shoot open, as memories of the previous night come back to you. You sit up with a start, ripping yourself from his embrace, but regretting immediately as your head throbs in protest.

“Oh god……..” You look down at a pair of brown eyes, dancing in clear amusement, as you bring your hands up to your face. There would be so many questions.

“Regretting your decision?” He laughs, as he reaches up to pull your hands away from his face. You see his eyes searching yours, his concern evident despite his light tone.

“Only about the way I revealed it.” You cry out in horror as you pulls you back down onto him gently, mindful of the headache he was sure was raging on inside of you, waiting for the painkillers to kick in. “I’m sure everyone knows by now.” You mutter into his chest, only to be met by a rumble of laughter.

“Oh I’m sure they do.” He kisses the top of your head.

***

“Welcome to the happy couple.” Rossi greets you both at the door, a wink on his face and you feel the heat rise in your cheeks.

“You’ve heard?” You step in, accepting the kiss on your cheek Rossi offers.

“Who hasn’t.” He responds and you groan. “They are regaling the rest of us who didn’t have the honour of being present last night with the tale of your really hot boyfriend.”

“Why are none of them hungover.” You find yourself muttering under your breath, knowing clearly that they, like you, had probably downed painkillers, and copious amount of fluids.

***

“Shes here!” Spencer exclaims, as cheers and wolf whistles erupt from the group comprising of Derek, Savannah, Spencer, Will, JJ, Emily, and Penelope.

“Where is that not so mystery boyfriend of yours?” Derek wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, as you sink down into the empty seat on the two seater bench by the outdoor table.

“With Rossi. Getting the drinks.” You mumble as you reach out for a piece of bread, breaking it with your fingers before chewing on a piece. “I can’t believe none of us figured it out.” Spencer frowns, as he looks around the table. Surprising, yet unsurprising, considering how you each managed to compartmentalise, turn off the profiling instinct among each other during your interactions, and how you had made sure to be extra careful with your interactions with Aaron at work.

“Thats because we don’t profile each other.” Rossi emerges from the house with Aaron following, a pitcher of orange juice in his hands. “Or maybe,” he winks, ”you lot of baby profilers aren’t as good as the old hand here.”

“Oh come on Rossi, as if you knew something was up.” Emily scoffs, half believing, and half in disbelief - she really could not tell, after all Rossi had been one half of Hotch’s mentor.

“Guess you’ll never know.” Rossi laughs as he sets the final dish down in the centre of the table.

“Did you know or not.” Derek demands, as the table explodes in chatter, momentarily distracted by the quest of figuring out if Rossi really had figured it out before anyone else.

You feel the bench dip slightly under an additional weight as Aaron slides in next to you.

“So I heard your boyfriend is really hot.” The conversation refocuses on you, as Derek smirks, turn his full attention to you both.

“I’m going to regret telling you lot aren’t I.” You groan in embarrassment as the group explodes in laughter.

“Morgan, do I have to order you to stop harassing my girlfriend.” His words are light, joking with no real force or bite, as his hand pulls you close, wrapping around your waist, coming to rest loosely on your hip and you turn, to plant your face firmly into his shoulder, as if it would hide you from the expecting crowd. Why you had ever used the words “really hot” to describe him was beyond you, as true as it was.

“We’ll tone it down if you give sufficient detail.” JJ cheers gleefully, as you turn your face back to the group, your hand settling on the top of Aaron’s thigh as you watch the faces in front of you, each excited, happy, and loving, quelling any worries you had about the team, or anyone else in the FBI finding out. You had your team, your family, everything would be okay. They could see that you were happy, that you both were truly happy, and it made them happy.

“You can continue your line of questioning as we eat. My food is getting cold.” Announces Rossi, as he picks up his cutlery, signalling the rest to start. There is a clatter of cutlery, as the conversation diverts to how good everything smells and looks.

You feel his lips brush against your temple and he gives your waist a gentle squeeze before he murmurs a quiet I love you, into your ear, above the cheers from the table at the chaste display of affection, his words soft enough only for your to hear.

10 | Thoughts from the Tape Hero

Pairing: Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Dear Departure

"I wish things were different," Y/N mumbles, taking a deep breath.

"What things?" a voice interrupts.

Y/N looks over to find Sero staring at her only a few feet away.

"How long have you been there?" she asks, wiping away the last of her tears.

"Not too long," Sero replies.

"And how much did you hear?"

"Nothing, really. I just got here. Are you alright? I saw you rush out here," he asks.

"I'm fine," she nods.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," she sighs, but he doesn't accept that answer. Instead, he walks up to her and pulls her into a hug. How could she have been such a jerk to Sero all night? He's never been anything but kind to her and everyone else.

"So, what happened back there?" he asks as he lets her out of his grasp.

Y/N sits down on the front steps of the dorm and buries her head in her hands.

"I'm not sure I can talk about it," she admits.

"Well, I'm all ears, if you change your mind," he smiles.

"Could we just sit here for a minute first?" she then mutters.

When he agrees, she picks up her head and places it on his shoulder. She stares straight ahead, watching the grass move with the breeze.

"I can't believe we're graduating tomorrow," she sighs.

"Neither can I," Sero chuckles.

"Have you ever thought about what's next?" she then asks him.

"Well, I've got a few things in mind," he answers, smiling slightly.

"What are they?"

"Well, I guess, there's this girl. And a hero agency," he admits to her.

"That sounds fun," she smiles.

"What about you?"

"I... I've thought about it a lot. But... I almost feel like I'm sinking in my own blood. I mean, my dad wants me to work at a hero agency with some of his friends nearby, but I thought if I made the right connections, I could put myself in an even better situation. Turns out all I've been doing is making bad decisions," she begins to ramble.

"Y/N," Sero sighs, placing his hand on hers.

"I know. I know I've messed everything up," she whispers, not wanting to start crying again.

"What are you talking about? You are one of the smartest, funniest, most talented people I've ever met. And anyone who doesn't see that is an idiot."

"Really?" she looks up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. He smiles and uses the back of his pointer finger to wipe her tears away.

"Really," he reassures her. "You've got this. I promise."

"You're too sweet, Sero," she chuckles. "Seriously, you're going to make some girl really happy someday."

"I know," he replies with a soft smile, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. Sitting out in the moonlight, Y/N is the most beautiful person Sero has ever seen.

Sero then leans in, his other hand finding its place on the back of her neck, gently tilting her face towards his. The air buzzes with a quiet intensity as their lips meet. Sero kisses her tenderly, and her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

She feels so safe in his arms and butterflies flutter in her stomach. He makes her feel so warm, and she never wants to let go.

"You know, I've always liked you," Sero admits once the two of them have broken apart. "Don't forget, you're not alone in this Y/N. I've always got your back."

Y/N tries to come up with something to say, but her brain feels too foggy to come up with a single coherent thought. Instead, she simply lets him lean in again and capture her lips in another kiss. This time, it holds a different kind of sweetness, like a shared understanding that goes beyond words.

However, before the moment can deepen any further, they are abruptly interrupted by Bakugou's booming voice.

"What the hell are you two doing out here?" Bakugou shouts, storming toward them with a scowl. "Get your asses inside."

"We were just about to head in," Y/N replies, her eyes locked on the blonde as she quickly pulls away from Sero. He can tell the lingering feelings she still has for Bakugou and wonders if it's the reason she's been so cold towards him.

"Hurry up, then," he grumbles, his eyes narrowing.

"What's your problem?" Sero scoffs.

"Don't worry about it," Bakugou grumbles, grabbing onto Y/N's hand and dragging her toward the door.

"Bakugou!" she shouts, protesting as he pulls her away from Sero. "Let go!"

But he simply ignores her.

Sero follows the two of them inside, but loses them rather quickly. He's not quite sure what just happened, but the smile on his face doesn't seem to disappear. That is, until Kaminari points it out to him.

"Why do you have such a stupid grin on your face?" he asks, walking over and standing in front of him at the doorway.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sero laughs, punching his friend playfully on the arm.

"I mean, why do you look like you just got laid or something?"

"Because, idiot, I did," Sero chuckles through his lie.

"No, you didn't," Kaminari protests, giving his friend a skeptical look. "I swear, Sero, if you hooked up with someone and didn't tell me, I'm going to lose my shit."

"You know I wouldn't do that," Sero smirks.

"Then tell me what the hell is going on."

"Fine," Sero rolls his eyes before pulling Kaminari toward the bathroom. Once there, he explains the details of his interaction with Y/N, and the kiss, and how good she smelled.

"Woah, man, you've got it bad," Kaminari smirks.

"Shut up," Sero laughs. "But you can't tell anyone about this. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah," Kaminari sighs. "Wait, why?"

"Because Bakugou-"

"Bakugou saw you?!" Kaminari gasps just before letting out a fit of giggles.

"Shut up, dumbass," Sero rolls his eyes. "This isn't funny."

"It's a little funny."

"Just keep it quiet. Please," Sero begs, looking down at his friend. "I seriously like her, okay? And I don't want to ruin it because you're a loudmouth."

"I get it, I get it," Kaminari laughs.

"Thank you," Sero smiles.

"No problem. Now, are you going to tell me what she kisses like, or are you going to keep me in the dark?"

"You're sick, you know that?"

"Oh, come on, tell me."

"Fine, but if you tell anyone, I will literally murder you," Sero threatens, emitting a strip of tape near his friend's mouth.

"Okay, okay," Kaminari chuckles nervously, not liking the serious look in Sero's eyes.

"Good," Sero smirks, dropping the tape back into his elbow.

"Seriously, you should save that tape for more important stuff like-"

"That's it, I'm not telling you anything," Sero states firmly before starting to walk off.

"Aw, come on, you don't even know what I was going to say!" Kaminari pouts as he chases after him.

"Yes, I do," Sero rolls his eyes. "I don't want to hear it."

"Well, I'm pretty sure she can do some kinky stuff with that blood of hers so you should totally use the tape to-"

"Oh my god," Sero groans. "I can't believe I'm going to have to bleach my brain to forget this."

"Hey, I'm just saying what I know you jerk off to when nobody's around," Kaminari says innocently.

"I swear to god," Sero grumbles, not being able to believe what he's hearing.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop."

Just then, as the two of them reenter the common area, their jaws drop to the ground. How did they not hear any of the commotion from just down the hallway? Immediately, they run over.

Dear Departure

DEFENDING NPMD

Time to defend nerdy prudes must die to some of you for not appreciating the utter masterpiece it is as my current hyperfixation.

"These teens aren't realistic they're caricatures" - Sure that could easily be true, and say it is true then it's a high school piece based on cliques/stereotypes that people don't necessarily fit into in reality? That doesn't make it bad, heathers and mean girls are classics at this point. But also I was 3 of these people in secondary. I had an anime phase and I was friends with weebs, they act exactly like richie, like...I told so many people "Believe It!" with a thumbs up. I even played a naruto song to classmates and talked about how he was my idol as a 13 year old...I cringe about that to this day but it's a REAL PHASE. Then we have Ruth who is so horny and desperate for love...literally my teenage life are you kidding? Especially with the theatre reenactments thinking I could do things if I didn't get anxious like...poor girl. I'd like to think I was Peter at one point, I have low blood sugar and like pokemon cards and got decent grades and had a bit of a need to prove myself? But I was probably closer to Grace like ya boi has religious suppressions but I'm catholic so clearly not a person of faith in Grace's eyes haha.

"There's too many rhymes - class of twenty twenty worn"

I think this was intentional? Well not really but also like it makes sense, Jeff said the reason for the snapping being wrong in bully the bully is because they're nerds and that's uncool in jazz which kinda leads me to believe this theory. Also the original lyric was "There's no way to fix the class of 2026" but had to change cause year. One of the songs that doesn't rhyme obsessively is "The Summoning" which is sang primarily by the lords in black as opposed to the high school kids. Now, I don't want to offend anyone but high schoolers are idiots. Everyone is an idiot but high schoolers tend to be egotistical idiots. My theory is the rhyming is sort of a meta commentary of the ages of these characters, believing that things should be rhyming because that's what they've been taught. It keeps the norm of the school also, it shows it fits the standard representation of schools in media and then symbolises this through the representation of a standard song. Whereas the lords in black have some off lyrics, off rhymes, especially here: "Nibbly wants a sacrifice And Wiggly wants his wrath We dancе around the pentagram And take all our kingdoms back" It doesn't fit the other rhymes that happen earlier on sang by the high schoolers. This could represent the lords in black are interfering with the norm, they're older and wiser and follow their own rules. "But screech what about hatchet town" they don't have the same power as the lords in black, the chaos and paranoia is getting to them but there is still more off rhymes than in others. "What are off rhymes what are you doing" A rhyme is like fart and smart. An off-rhyme is like fart "monster" and "Gone sir" it doesn't entirely rhyme but it has that feeling. There's probably a lot more fascinating things that you can get into with this "BUUUT Heathers did it without them sounding so cheesy and unaware" my answer to that is, heathers is fILLED WITH EMOS. Have you spoken to an emo? They'll go like "Even the roaring waves of the sea cannot mimic the immense drowning I feel by my emotions" like dude chill. NPMD doesn't have emos in it really...Everyone is really happy considering the situation.

"Who says cool beans anymore?" - This is the funniest criticism to me like, do you think Grace Chasity is supposed to represent a modern day view? She's the one who says it first! "Shoot and shinola", "tickle on my mommy spot" all that is fine by you but cool beans is outdated??? "But why do the others join herrr" ok well the obvious reason there is they're INSIDE A HAUNTED HOUSE WITH SOMEONE WHO IS VERY SUS AND THEIR WORST BULLY IS COMING AND ALSO GRACE IS THE ONLY ONE WITH THE KEY LIKE I WOULD JUST GO WITH THAT. But if not, nerds quote outdated memes all the time. "Excellent" reminded me of naruto the abridged series, like that's from 2008 but im still there. Or like the phandom are still simping for glabellas and onomatopoeic microwaves. The starkid fandom would never reference an old musical, the medallion said that was dumb so we're not doing that...wait Most valid stuff I've seen is about steph's characterisation which I can do a whole post about like mariah is phenomenal as always but there's a lot of telling not showing.

Also I'm back into starkid

You don't need to answer if you don't feel like it, but do you have any random head cannons about Genji, mercy or any of the other OverWatch cast? (Like absurd meaningless things but still a part of their character, I personally just think those are some of the funniest/interesting headcannons sometimes)

I mean a lot of the time, certain things just kind of pop up organically in the process of writing fic. I'm not really in the habit of trying to tack things on to characters to make them more interesting, so much as extrapolating from canon to highlight what is interesting about them and how they contrast against the rest of that cast. So with that in mind...

>Mercy is fucking awful at a lot video games. I swear to god this isn't a 'healer mains can't aim' joke, it's really just like, as a surgeon, her brain has a very specific sense of reaction time and she really didn't play a lot of video games growing up. She's very good at puzzle games and brain teasers so long as there isn't too much sensory overload, but watching her attempt to play a platformer is painful.

>Genji tried to go into modeling work back in his playboy days and spent a stupid amount of money on professional shoots and headshots to create a portfolio before Hanzo had to tell him, "you are a fucking ninja, do you have any idea how stupid it is to have your face plastered on billboards?" It's not clear whether it was something Genji really deeply and genuinely wanted to do, something he saw as a possible means of leaving the clan while maintaining his lifestyle, or if he just liked doing it because it pissed Hanzo and the clan off, probably some combination of all three. But all of his slutty modeling pics are floating around the holo-net.... somewhere.

>As Hanzo gets more and more into whittling, his carvings kind of become his own weird little love language. He's still struggling a lot with vulnerability and like actively coming to terms with being around people and trusting them, but sometimes he'll be talking to someone very normally, very calmly and collectedly and with his usual seriousness and reserve, and then he'll leave and then there's just... a little thumb-sized wooden dog on their desk that wasn't there before. And like they didn't even notice when he put it down. And they're like, "Do other people get different animals? Is it a good thing that I have the dog? Who else has an animal?"

>Baptiste's one silly little collecting hobby he allows himself is corny novelty drink cups from different places he's traveled to. It's a little bit of Mauga's touristy quirks rubbing off on him, but he has a bunch of tiki cups, fake coconuts, quirky pint and shot glasses, and LED 'ice cubes' in multiple colors. He has a pachimari-shaped big gulp from the Pachimari theme park that Roadhog will--without hesitation--kill him to obtain. When Bap joins overwatch the staff mess hall becomes full of them, and like you know it's one of those things where actually yeah, they needed cups and it's not like anyone else really thought to bring them, but everyone is sitting in the mess hall quietly like, "Who the fuck brought a 'Party Naked in Key West' cup to the vigilante base?"

Chocolate Kisses

Repost from my original blog: sohoneyspreadyourwings.

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Joe Liebgott, you knight in a shining yellow cab.

This was, quite possibly, the worst date you had ever been on in your entire life. You had been sitting at a restaurant table for nearly an hour as Tom, your date, drolled on and on about whatever popped into his head.

You’d tried, more than once, to turn the conversation around into something you both could talk about, but he managed to make it all about him every time. You found yourself finishing off the last of your drink before making eye contact with your sympathetic waitress, Doris.

As nonchalantly as you could, you wrote down a name and number on a napkin and handed it to her, as she walked over to refill your drinks. She gave you a curious look, but took the napkin and made her way back towards the bar. You could only hope that she would do you the favor.

“Don’t you think that’s just the funniest thing?”

You plastered on a smile, and let out a laugh. “Oh, just the funniest,” you remarked, though you were more than sure you had house plants funnier than him.

“Excuse me.”

You looked up at your waitress who was giving you a knowing smile.

“You’ve had a call, it seems that there has been a minor emergency, and you’re needed. A cab’s been called for you. It should be here any minute.”

Nearly jumping out of your chair with glee, you mustered up the most regretful face you could manage.

“Oh, Tom, I’m so sorry,” you said softly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Tom grinned at you in a way that only made you want to gag, “We can just take a rain check.”

Standing up quickly, you stood up and gave him one last smile, not bothering to acknowledge his last statement.

Practically running towards the door, the waitress, Doris, caught up with you.

“Here, it’s on the house. Anyone who had to suffer through an hour with him more than deserves it. Your fella should be outside by now,” Doris placed a small box in your hand, giving you a wink before she left.

You glanced down at the box for only a moment, before stepping outside. A cold breeze blew past you, though you never shivered. Years of being in the Bay area had numbed you to its colder weather.

Stepping onto the curb, you found yourself smiling as a familiar yellow cab made a stop in front of you.

“You going my way, Doll?” Cigarette dangling from his lips, Joe gave you a boyish smile, that made you forget all about the cold breeze nipping at your skin.

You couldn’t help the laughter that tumbled from your lips as you watched Joe lean over the passenger seat to open the door.

“Always the charmer,” you teased as you buckled into the car.

Joe shrugged at you, giving you a smile that set your heart a flutter. “You love it,” he drolled out. “Besides, if you called me that means I gotta make up for the shit show that went on in there.”

“Joe,” you warned half heartedly.

“What?” He took a drag of his cigarette before glancing at you. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea to go out with that putz.”

“He wasn’t-” you tried your best to deny Joe’s statement because your date was horrible, but Joe didn’t need the ego boost at being right. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, really? Should I turn around then? ‘Cause I could -”

“Don’t you dare.”

Joe let out a loud laugh, his thumbs gleefully drumming along the steering wheel.

“You were right, okay? It was God awful,” Joe’s eyes met yours and you didn’t bother to stop the laughter that escaped you. “Fuck, it was bad,” you managed to say through your laughter. “Thank you though, for coming to get me.”

“Couldn’t just let you suffer could I? ‘Sides, I gotta better plan.”

“And what exactly is this plan?”

“Would you just have a little trust in me? Have I ever led you astray?”

You opened your mouth to refute his statement when he cut you off, “Don’t answer that. Just trust me will you?”

Making a show of clamping your mouth shut, you enjoyed the way Joe playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“That’s more like it,” he muttered before turning on the radio. Music softly played in the car as you enjoyed the drive.

Things were always easy with Joe, before and after the war. Being with him was like coming home. It was safe, comfortable, something you always looked forward too. He was wrong about one thing, you did trust him implicitly.

“Alright, we’re here.”

You sat upright, peering through the windshield to see the Golden Gate bridge in all its glory.

“Joe -”

“You’re always goin’ on about how much you like it, so I figured, ya know, why not give you a better view?”

Joe was anxiously drumming his fingers along the steering wheel as he looked off towards the bridge. He pulled out another cigarette from his shirt pocket, letting out a sigh when the lighter wouldn’t work.

“If ya hate it, I can turn the car around -”

“I love it, really, Joe. Thank you.” You reached over, taking his hand in yours. Joe ducked his head down, trying to hide his smile.

“So, you gonna tell me what’s in the box?”

“Hm?” You looked down at the box sitting in your lap. “I dunno actually. The waitress handed it to me before I left. Here,” you said handing it to him.

Joe eagerly took the box from you. “Ooh! Chocolate!”

You peered over to see a thick slice of chocolate cake. “Well, go on, eat it,” you laughed as he dug around the box for a plastic utensil.

“You want some?” Joe asked you before stuffing his face with a large piece of cake.

“You eat it. There’s only one fork anyways,” you reasoned.

“I could always feed it to ya,” he teased. Joe was smirking at you in a way that made his statement feel like a dare.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Feed it to me then,” you challenged.

Nearly choking on a piece of the cake, he looked at you in an astonishing way. He recovered quickly, tongue poking at his cheek as stuck a piece of the cake with his fork.

“Open wide, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, but did so nonetheless. Joe’s eyes never left your lips, as he delicately fed you the cake. If it had been anyone other than him you would have felt mortified, but with Joe, you felt at ease - confident even.

Licking your lips, you hummed in appreciation. “You’re right that is a good cake.”

Joe’s hadn’t moved, instead his eyes stayed on you.

“What?”

“Nuthin’. You just, you got a piece of chocolate there,” Joe reached over and wiped a piece of chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

You felt frozen in your seat, hyper aware of Joe’s movements. His face drew closer to yours, and you swore you could hear your heart hammering away in your chest.

“Did you get it?” You asked breathlessly.

“Almost,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. With one fell swoop, he kissed you. Kissing Joe was had you always imagined it to be, intense but playful, charming yet sweet, the epitome of Joe himself.

When he pulled away, you couldn’t fight the smile that had infectiously spread across your face. You licked your lips, relishing in the way Joe was left uncharacteristically speechless.

“If you don’t finish it, I will,” you teased.

“We still talkin’ ‘bout the cake here?” He smirked, shifting in his seat a bit to get a better look at you.

“You tell me,” you drolled.

Joe let out a laugh, before leaning forward once more capturing your lips with his.

Chapter 14 - Battle Of The Psychos

Though it was pretty late into the day and Ohma was outside, practicing and warming up for the longest time... Kisara was in the deepest sleep she could be. It was such a sweet dream that the man, once he returned to their shared room to take a shower and wake her up, he almost didn't have the heart to do so... 'Almost' being the key word. He was feeling incredibly cocky and confident in anticipation to his next round. He didn't care who his opponent was, no matter how many times the red head warned him over and over again that it's going to be a dangerous match. On the other hand, he was feeling rather playful, so making sure he turns her to lay on her back and took a strand of her hair, tickling her face. She was scrunching her face and waving her hand lazily to make the nuisance stop, but it just wouldn't. But then, she mumbled the funniest thing she could, in a sleepy yet murderous voice.

"I'll kill you, you fucking pest." it made her partner chuckle at her before he flicked her forehead, forcing her to wake up with another cursed. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. I've got a match to win, and you've got a lot of cheering to do." The girl growled, half-awake, and planted her palm over his face. "Gosh, you're loud. Don't you know that Sleeping Beauty woke up after a kiss? Why do you expect me to wake up under different conditions." though he laughed at her, he indulged her semi-awake fantasy and kissed her before he grabbed her arm and got her out of the bed. "Happy now, Your Majesty?" her answer was a cheeky grin and a double thumbs up as she stumbled backwards towards the bathroom to get ready.

Loud music was heard from the bathroom and the girl was getting ready for an eternity - Or at least, that what Ohma, who never bothered with anything fancy like that, thought - So he did some shadow boxing while waiting. Thankfully, that was enough to make the time pass by. When Kisara was finally ready, she looked like a beautiful assassin or a mafia don. Sporting black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of black jeans with a golden chain, leather boots and black light trench coat over her shoulders, a black and gold watch and various opulent golden jewellery, her crimson hair just a little bit wavey an that katana attached to her him, she could have passed as some real deal killer from a yakuza organization. Ohma's pride and cockiness went up by miles. With his arm around her shoulder, the two walked together to the arena, and though the fighter went to watch the fight from the stadium, the red head went down to say her good lucks to Cosmo. She was afraid for him - That police guy is a complete psycho with speed and reflexes and a perfect defense. A real monster. Not on par with Raian, per se, but Cosmo, albeit a prodigy, was still an inexperienced child... Well, inexperienced, but with over 25 matched won or something. But Ohma was a great all-rounder with life experience and enough street fights that he might find fighting trickier opponents a bit easier.

As soon as she got at the entrance to the arena, Cosmo, Akira and Adam were already there, ready to get out there and fight. "Hey, boy! You better not lose to no fucking pig! A.C.A.B. , boy! All Cops Are Bastards!" Adam was sneering and frowning in pure rage and hatred for the police force, showing an aggressive thumbs down. "Go get 'em, Cos." Akira was smirking with full confidence in his fighter. Unlike the two men who were encouraging the young one with a hands-off approach, Kisara stepped in front of the boy and tilted her chin up to get a better look at him. "Show him who's the Grappler King, Cos." she grabbed the boy into a tight hug. "I've got such a pretty sis cheering for me, I can't afford to lose, can I? Thank, you guys, I swear I'll win!" he had a determined look on his as he pulled back and went inside the arena as soon as he was called by Sayaka. "How come he's not wearing his shirt? Is he gonna be okay?" she looked at Akira with mild concern. She knew his skin was rather delicate, and if he were to be wrestling on the ground, the friction with the sand might cause bleeding from the surface damage. "He was afraid he might get grabbed by that fucker." Akira explained. "Remember how his shirt got ripped by Adam? It put him at a disadvantage. Adam is a great brawler, but this guy is not right in the head. Gotta grab at any advantage there is." "I understand... And I guess it makes sense... I just hope the pluses will out weight the minuses." she muttered. "But how come he looks in top shape? Ohma has tons of scars all over his body, and even admitted he's not fully recovered after his fight with Ryo. He did get thrown around quite a lot... And Adam, you're a super strong brawler and you delivered enough punched to his body. I know he's a fighter, but he's still 19, about my size, and nowhere near as packed with muscles as most of the fighters. Proportionally, I think the damage Adam inflicted on Cos should have been more visible... Or, at least, felt." with great concern for the boy, Adam, too, raised his eyebrows realising the truth of her statement. "Miss K is right, is he really as undamaged as he looks?" his arms were crossed over his chest. "Hardly. He's sustained full body contusions, as well as cracks in his forearms. He's just using painkillers to cover it up." Akira frowned, his voice getting solemn all of a sudden. "I should have known... After a fight like that, I don't think even Wakatsuki would get out undamaged." the red head hummed sadly. "WTF?! You fuckin' sent him out to fight like that?!" the American barked out, outraged. "...No. Cos decided to enter the match himself. He said - You've gotta expect injuries in a tournament - with a smile." they could all envision the kid's bright smile as he declared his participation. He had a fantastic future ahead of him. "...Fuckin' dumbass...! I would've taken his place if I'd known..." it seemed like Adam and Cos had a really lovely friendship, if he could be so overprotective of him. "Akira... You know, I always encouraged Cos, and I strongly believe that he will have a bright future. He's a fantastic fighter, especially from his age, and knowing him since he was - What, 14? 15? He's only gotten exponentially better and better. He's so cheerful, ambitious and only sees beyond the borders of the horizon..." the girl abruptly turned around, her brows furrowed in a sorrowful, worried expression. "...But when he faces his first defeat, will he be able to bounce back and learn that there's only one way to go, and that is upwards, towards the sky? That you always learn from your mistakes, and that there's more to learn from failure than from wins?" "Cos won't lose, Kisara. Have some faith in him." despite saying that, Nishihonji knew she wasn't wrong. "Not now, yes - But whenever that will happen? Not even Wakatsuki has a perfect record. Put Cosmo against him... Against Hatsumi or Agito. Do you think he'd win? I guarantee you, he wouldn't. He'd be completely overwhelmed. What then? Say - Cosmo wins today, and let's imagine he beats Ohma. He'll be against Wakatsuki. Do you really think he'd get past that?" she asked, crossing her arms. "I'm not saying this to discourage anyone. I'm just worried for his mental and emotional health. Young talents like him always fall down incredibly hard once they've tasted defeat." with a sigh, the CEO sighed and nodded. "I know, I know Red. But Cos is like my little brother. I won't let him go down no matter what." he was determined to make sure his fighter was alright.

As the fight began, Akoya took the same stance as the first time around, as if his arm was a policeman's shield - He really was a defense specialist, whilst Cos, shocking everyone, took an uncharacteristic upright stance. No, this must be a feint. He can't win in a battle of blows, so he has to trick him. Kisara knew better than anyone how important it was to deceive an enemy stronger than you. 

To go through with this enigma, he had to close the distance with quick but vey careful footwork - He did a jab feint followed by a left inner low kick, but as expected, Akoya had no problem taking that light hit. The blond widened the distance once again with quick backward bounces, only to lunge forwards again and performed a wheel kick over the enemy's head.

"Gahhh, bullshit! Is that dickhead for real?!" Adam was stupefied at what he was seeing. "He's actually trying to beat the fuckin' cop with nothing but blows!" "No, he's not." Kisara cut him off sharply. "He's tricking him." "Trickin'? Are we watchin' the same match, Miss K?" Adam certainly wasn't much of a deep thinker. "I do the same when I'm fighting. Most fighters are like 10 times stronger than me. If I take a direct hit, I'm dead. Did you see Cosmo when I was next to him? We're almost the same height, same weight - The only different thing is that his body is covered in better worked muscles, but that's it. Even his skin is fragile like a girl's. When you're against a powerhouse that can take blows from someone like Haruo... What chance do Cosmo's kitten hits have to inflict damage on that psycho? None. Therefore, they're all a ruse to make Akoya focus on the blow aspect of the fight, and once the opportunity arises, Cos will get him in a grappling hold without a second thought. Outsmart your opponent and win with well-refined techniques. That's his only chance to win against someone like Akoya." the red head explained, making Dudley's eyes go wide with understanding. "Shit, miss, you're smart." he muttered under his breath. "Red here’s sneaky and fast on her feet. If anyone knows anything about tricks, it's her. If that bastard is a fortified castle, you have only two strategies to win a siege - One is with great weapons, which in fighting would mean brute force like you, Haruo, Wakatsuki and many others. The other is by sending an assassin to kill the king, like Cosmo, Inaba and you, Kisara." Akira pointed out the reasoning.

Keeping his upright stance, went for another feint jab, but his forearm got ripped and blood started splurting like a fountain. This wasn't good. Cosmo made some distance again - He was now even more cautious than before. This time, it was Akoya who closed the distance at lighting speed and though Cos was able to stop the approach, they were within range of each other. The jerk was luring Cos, but he ran away farther. The match was already started by 3 minutes now, and nothing happened. The audience was getting pissed off and yelling at the young one to stop running away already... But what did they know? All of those idiots screaming from the stadium were nothing but obnoxious politicians and businessmen who had not the slightest clue about fighting.

All of a sudden, Akoya went straight before taking a stance that although greatly resembled Agito's, it was far lower. It seems that he was stealing and adapting other's techniques as well. Smart. Based on the way he looked, his next lunge will be at a great speed.

Cosmo circled to the left - In that instant, Akoya circled in the opposite direction and easily cut him off. Were his reflexes that fantastic? Was he talented in Foresight too? Though Cosmo parried with his forearm... Akira did say he had fractures, so he was even more vulnerable. That punch looked really painful.

The whole fight looked too one sided. It was as if he already knew what moves Cos would do in advance, and he was doing his counters before Cosmo could even hit back. He ducked and dodged to the side, hitting Cos with a right uppercut. He even managed to deliver a clean left low kick to his right leg as soon as he was ready to evade. More, he kicked his knee to get rid of his mobility.

"How the hell does he do that? Something's not right. He's too fast and clean. Even Agito and Takeshi got hit. They took hits to get the pattern of attack from the enemy - Something, anything - But this guy is just... Untouchable. Look at him with his guard up, pushing through Cosmo's jab barrage and blocking every hit. This is ridiculous." Kisara dug her long nails into her arms trying to calm herself. "That fuckin' pig! It's like he's predicting all of Imai's goddamn moves! Fuckin' pisses me off!" Adam's fists were clenched, as well as his jaw - He was angry beyond belief. "Kaneda taught me the basics of Foresight, and I've already got a good grip on it since I trained with Hatsumi - But what Akoya is doing is nowhere compared to any good eye, reflexes or speed. It's... Impeccable." Kisara remembered very well the lesson from the previous day. In that instant, Akira took out a walkie talkie like device, saying they were 'on the money'. It seems that Akira suspected some foul play and had someone investigate for him. "Yo, sir! Why don't you fuckin' cheer for Imai for a change?!" Adam was pretty annoyed, yet still maintained a hilarious grip on calling Akira 'Sir', despite swearing with every three words.  "You're right. It looks like he does need some... Support. Kisara, you coming?" whenever Akira called her by her name, it was clear that he was serious and not messing around, as usual. With a curt nod, her and Adam followed the CEO upstairs, and passing a very cute and pouty Inaba who made a beautiful recovery and a cheerful Urita, we saw the mass of bodyguards tied up by the assassin's fantastic hair. "Ryo~♪ You're all better, I'm so glad~♪! And your hair is as great as ever!" Kisara grinned at him as they walked by, and the boy smiled and waved at her friendly. Now she wanted to do some top notch self-care routines with him. "Thanks, you two. I owe you one." Akira gave them a nod. "We're friends, aren't we? Go on ahead, we've got this." Suki dismissed his friend, urging him to go forward already.

Quickly, we opened the room to the secluded balcony room and Akira went and grabbed Hiyama's hand, revealing the transmitter she was holding. Her head turned slowly to the side, her terrified eyes glancing at the trio. Her teeth were chattering, that's how frightened she was. "You're probably thinking... 'What is this man doing here? I hired elite bodyguards as a counter measure against attacks.' And it seems like you did hire a couple of tough guys to defend against attacks from other corporations. They all have resumes that'd put your average fighter to shame. But I've got a very good friend of my own, and there aren't many fighters that can deal with his sneak attacks." Akira's monologue was taking its toll on the short woman. "And now, you're probably thinking 'How did he fin out I was cheating?' Now, that's simple. I've been intercepting all your signals. It looks like you've taken careful precautions against eavesdropping, but I know a specialist in the field. Of course, we couldn't get our hands on definitive evidence." oh, surfer dude is ruthless! No wonder he's a CEO in this messed up organization. "When did you figure it out?" the woman asked in a soft, meek yet incredibly desperate voice. "It was just a little hunch at first. I was bothered that Akoya seemed to be capable of predicting his opponent's attacks, so I decided to do my research on your team before the second round began. I wasn't certain of anything, of course. I looked into you too, Hiyama, and noticed that you have a pretty rare ability. A perfectly accurate internal clock. There are only a handful of cases in the world that are on your level. Top class reflexes combined with a perfect internal clock and my hunch on top of that - With these three parts in place, it was easy to reach a conclusion. Miss Hiyama, if I go public with this, you won't be penalized by the kengan association. They won't recognise any fould that the referee doesn't catch, but Wakasa Life Insurance will lose all credibility. That will affect your future dealings." thus, Akira's voice got more threatening and dark. "Miss Hiyama. Tell Akoya to forfeit the match. Then, and only then, will I overlook your cheating." a pissed off Akira was really scary, considering how chill he usually is. she hopes she won't see the chill and laid-back Hatsumi losing his chill any time soon, he'll be far scarier. "Forfeit the match, Miss Hiyama. You don't have a choice anymore."  In that instant, Hiyama tried to dash and grab back the transmitter from Akira's hand, but Adam caught her wrist, making her lose balance. "Yo! Fuckin' Zashiki Warashi! Give it up, bitch. Your fuckin' machine is out of order."  "N-No... I can... Still... Help... Akoya... Please... Please..." she struggled - As if summoned, Akoya's voice was heard, calling out to his CEO. The girl gasped his name out loudly. "Do you remember what I said after my first match?" in that instant, her eyes went wide and the horror she held was as if she was seeing torture and death before her. "Hiyama... BEGONE." his voice was awfully harsh and hateful.

From outside, Sayaka's loud voice made the trio snap and rush to the balcony edge - The psycho was digging his fingers into Cosmo's arms, ripping into his muscles and pulling him away, until Cosmo was forced to retreat. The enemy got faster and significantly more aggressive - He was like a berserk feral monster, starving, with a succulent prey in front of him. With a high kick, Akoya tried to use his toes to hit the young one's eyes, and since he was forced to lean backwards a bit too unnaturally, he was taken into a quick tackle... Followed by a cannibalistic bite to his thigh.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?!" Kisara cried out, almost falling out of the balcony by how much he was leaning, desperate as she heard Cosmo's cry of complete agony resounding through the stadium. Adam was so angry that he almost shattered the wall with his punch. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?! HE JUST GOT SUPER FUCKIN' VIOLENT ALL OF A SUDDEN!" Adam was just as livid. "Akoya... Akoya... Has been engaging in vigilante justice against people he decides are evil, in the name of... Executing justice." the most pissed was Adam, who already had a huge grudge against coppers. "This was all for the creation of Akoya's ideal of a world without evil, and Akoya's 'activism' went well at first... But as he was fighting evil... Akoya changed, little by little. He became possessed by his killer instincts. Since then, Akoya has been fighting on my instructions in the Kengan matches... All so that he isn't swallowed by his killer instincts." the realisation of their doing fell heavy on them. They just doomed Cosmo to this torture. "Fuck... So you were his brakes?!" Adam gasped, in complete disbelief. "We just completely screwed Cosmo... Big time." Kisara's hands were buried deep into her hair, tugging to it. She couldn't believe the torture that psychopath was inflicting on that young boy who did absolutely nothing wrong in his entire life. If it was anyone else, she wouldn't have cared, but this was her friend out there, someone so close to her that she considered her real family. If she could, she'd go out there and slice that bastard into tiny pieces. 

Akoya literally ripped apart part of Cosmo's thigh muscle and he was chewing on it, taunting him, as if it wasn't enough that he must have ruptured a freaking artery, considering he was splashing blood around like a fountain. The poor boy was trembling like a leaf in the wind and his eyes were wide with complete hopelessness - He was so long in his anguish that he couldn't move. "FUUUUUUCK!!!" Adam couldn't stop his profanity string. "CALM DOWN, COS! DON'T LET HIM PROVOKE--.... ? Cos...?" Akira's voice quieted down as soon as he realised that the little one was so far gone that he was just standing there, holding himself, in a meek, submissive position. Akoya was taking menacing steps towards the young boy who wailed out in sheer fear and started walking backwards. The enemy started pulling his punches before he grabbed the boy and slammed him to the ground, mounting him and holding tightly onto his wrists. It was the same position her and Ohma were in the previous day. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't escape even with a pelvic thrust. "Oh my God, not this... This is awful, this is awful." Kisara and Adam were freaking out the bad that they were shaking each other from the anxiety. In that instant, Cosmo scream - It looked as if he wanted to give up and surrender from his fear. He was mentally broken. However, Akoya slammed his rock-like forearm into his mouth, stopping him from uttering a single word. "He's a demon. Oh my God, he's insane, he's fucking insane. He made him deliberately bite into his forearm so he won't bite his tongue from pain. I've seen it in many horror movies, he's going to torture him to death, that fucking psychopath!" the red head's nails were digging into the American's arm, but he was feeling nothing. "THAT FUCKIN' BASTARD!" Adam roared, repeatedly punching a wall as he watched Cosmo's small feet wiggling from raw agony as that psycho stabbed his thumb into Cosmo's intercostal nerve, to the point of losing his consciousness - Only to be awoken by having one of his ribs broken. The kid was outright sobbing, they were almost surprised he didn't piss himself. "YOU LITTLE PSYCHO BITCH, CALL IT OFF OR I CUT YOUR HEAD OFF AND THROW IT IN THE ARENA RIGHT NOW!" after witnessing Akoya stabbing the next intercostal nerve, Kisara took out her katana and swung it until it was glued to Hiyami's neck. "LISTEN TO HER OR I'LL KILL YOU, CUNT!" Adam, too, was raging at her. "It's too late. No one can stop Akoya now. The moment he hears that I've forfeited, Akoya will kill Imai Cosmo, then he will continue slaughtering people until he himself is dead. Stopping the match will lead to even more deaths." seeing how the CEO looked absolutely soulless, Kisara couldn't but believe her, albeit, with enough anger in her veins - Still, she sheathed back her blade and started pacing around. "Just stay calm, you two. Cos hasn't lost yet." Akira reassured the two - Although, it made both of them rather irked.  "ARE YOU FUCKIN' NUTS?! IMAI'S GONNA GET KILLED OUT THERE!! HE'S RISKING HIS GODDAMN LIFE FOR YOU! DON'T YOU HAVE ANY PITY FOR HIM?!" Adam, as volcanic as ever, was shouting into Akira's face, voicing the same thing Kisara was feeling as well. "You've got it all wrong. You didn't think I was a good person, did you? I'm the one who pulled a kid with a bright future ahead of him into the underworld, and now I've forced him to face this deadly crisis. And you think I'm a good person? Ha. I strayed from the path a long time ago. What's the point in being weak, yet good? I will become the Kengan association chairman, no matter what sacrifices I have to make. Every ambition comes with sacrifices, so don't say another damn word...!" Akira was frowning, a dark expression on his face, though he couldn't face Adam. All of a sudden, someone burst into fits of laughter - They were fake, venomous and mocking. "You? Chairman? In what world?" Kisara's face was now serene, taunting the surfer. "Nishihonji, you're a cool guy for most of the time - But do you even hear yourself? Every kid has a dream, but you don't see trillions of astronauts, singers, lawyers and doctors with each generation, do you? Some end up beggars, janitors, hobos and what not. The only person that would support you is Urita, and he already lost. You can only fight your way to the top using Cosmo, but even if he wins, he will stand NO chance against either Ohma or Raian, especially with those injuries. Open your eyes, you're not surfing, there's no way you'll become the new chairman unless someone appoints you - And in case you haven't noticed, the political sway is nowhere in your favour. That boy sees you as his big brother. He respects and cares for you as much as he does for his own brother, his master and his senpai. If you completely dismiss that, you're as much of a psycho as that cop guy is." standing straight in front of Akira for her speech, she walked past him, hitting him with her shoulder. "Adam... Take care of Cosmo, will you? I don't trust this airhead with his well-being anymore." she scoffed, marching out of the balcony room, pissed beyond belief. By the time she went went to the stadium and finding the loser bunch, she went next to them and clutched the railing tightly, trying not to voice her wrath and the guys were yelling at the ref to end the game, or for Cosmo to get up and be strong. "He already broke four of his ribs, that psycho." Naoya was just as angry as Adam. "Do I get thrown out of the organization if I go down there and kill Akoya?" the girl was leaning dangerously over the railing. "I wish we could do that, damn it." Himuro was growling, moving his cast around. However, something sparked in the young boy - Something must have happened that made the psycho dismount Cosmo and lunge backwards. "HE'S BACK! COSMO IS BACK!" Kisara cried out from shock and glee. Though he let himself get punched, he was able to grab onto Akoya's arm - Even if the attempt was break, it was still very good. Cosmo was now fighting with his life on the line. He was losing all that inner rage, pain, desperation - And focusing them on his strategy and fight. Even if he got kicked right onto his broken ribs, he still didn't get down. "COSMO CAN WIN THIS!" just as she said, now Cosmo had his A-game face on. He had the face of a real fighter now. He wasn't Cosmo the kid, he was Cosmo the Fighter, with true determination to WIN. "You're right, he's changed... He's fighting for real now. Like a warrior." Kaneda nodded in agreement.

Cosmo got in a low tackling stance - His top speed was even faster than before and he was circling around the enemy to confuse him. He was running on adrenaline... But for how long can he really last? Even his reaction time was significantly faster. Still, the cop was just as fast, and he got him by the throat, dangling him in the air, only for Cos to escape with a kick to his eye. The peanut gallery was cheering loudly for him - And they realised he was moving fast into Akoya's blind spot. Cosmo was able to get him into a tight Python Hold.

"DON'T LET GO, COSMO! DON'T LET GO!" Kisara yelled out as loud as her lungs kept her. Next to her, everyone was encouraging the boy to hold on and destroy that bastard. The psycho started running backwards, slamming Cos into the wall, but even that wasn't enough. And he got slammed again. And again, but this time, down on the ground - And he let go of his sleeper hold.

But that was just what Cos wanted, because he tripped Akoya, slipping his limbs around him and getting him into yet another suffocating hold - But Akoya's hand was free, and he had free reign to punch at Cosmo's ribcage. And he punched and punched and punched, and Cosmo wailed - But no matter what, he didn't let go.

"I AM THE KING OF STRANGLERS, IMAI COSMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" with one last act of torment, the Grappler shrieked his throat raw, his fist up in the air, as Akoya fell limp over him. "HE WON!!!!!!!!!!" Kisara jumped on Kaneda, hugging him and swinging him around. "GOOD JOB, IMAI!" the guys around were celebrating his win.

The whole stadium was chanting Cosmo's name loudly - But it was now the time for Kisara to dash out of there and look for Ohma. She went to the waiting room, passing by Yamashita who looked rather distressed, and she found Ohma doing his warm up. With a sweet smile, she got in front of him and bent to his level. "How are you feeling, champion~❤️?"  "Hasashi Kisara. I have a favour to ask." Ohma was serious - It made the girl widen her eyes and straighten her back. "What is it? Is it about Yamashita Kazuo?" Tokita, too, got up and put his hands on her shoulders, flashing a quick smile. "As intuitive as always. That's why you're good at predicting your opponent's moves with ease." as always, his mind was fixed on fighting. "The Kure Clan is threatening Yamashita Kazuo's eldest son. He's the true CEO behind Under Mount Inc, the company that hired the Kure Clan to begin with, but that old relic claimed the kid deceived them. The deal is that I have to beat that dumb shit to save that kid's life." Kisara started blinking rapidly from the shock. It wasn't easy processing such information, but she should be used to all sorts of crazy things by now. "You want me to take care of him while you're fighting, huh? It goes without saying, I wouldn't let anything happen to the old man. I already almost killed someone on impulse. Might as well get some proper warm up now." she chuckled lightly. "Don't worry your pretty head, just do what you always do. Beat that guy into oblivion. I'll take care of the rest." Ohma nodded, knowing she could rely on her. However, the next thing he mentioned was completely unrelated. "Imai Cosmo's match made me realise I have to teach you how to defend yourself better. It was funny yesterday, but now that I saw even that kid unable to escape a mounting properly, I knew I had to find something that would help you out. After this, we'll find something, okay?" she held a grateful smile - They were thinking in sync, as always. "Let's go after him. He can't stay alone too long." this comment made the girl pinch his chiseled cheek. "You're surprisingly considered and soft today, aren't you? Have I melted you, Ohma~❤️?" she had one of those enigmatic fox-like smiles. "If I say yes, will you stop pestering me?" her smile grew wider. "Then I'll claim my good luck kiss and leave." the brunet grabbed her face and pulled her into a deep kiss, leaving the girl awestruck as always. He didn't wait for her to wipe that sparkling smile off her face - He just put his arm around her shoulder and guided her out of there.

Halfway through the corridor they caught up to the manager who looked incredibly disheartened. "Don't you worry. I'm not letting them kill your oldest son." the fighter was as cocky as always. "Besides, why would I lose to that punk-ass brat? Just sit back and watch me. I'm gonna take his ass down." the girl laughed at his confident speech. "...Raian was right about me... I'm pissed at myself... It's all my fault that Kenzo turned out this way." Yamashita proceeded to tell the two about his relationship with Kenzo from his very childhood - How he was a sweet and very smart boy who loved to read and hated sports, but still indulged his father in playing baseball together to bond... Then one day, around highschool, he's changed drastically, and since then, he's shut himself in his room and wouldn't come out to see any of his family. The old man was so afraid of facing him, so afraid of him and what he's become, that he let him be. His wife left him, Yasuo became a delinquent, and he was all alone. "I know that I brought all of this on myself... If only I'd been firmer, we might still be a happy family. I'm a failure as a father, but still... I AM KENZO'S FATHER! I CAN'T JUST ABANDON KENZO!!! PLEASE, OHMA, PLEASE DEFEAT RAIAN!!!" bowing, Kazuo  was sobbing desperately and pleading for his fighter to win. 

While Ohma simply flashed him a confident smirk and walked inside the arena, Kisara's eyes were now wide, and her mouth was agape. 

Kenzo... He said? Yamashita... Kenzo...? The nerdy little boy in her class who had a crush on her because she was smart like him? That guy with silly glasses, who got made fun of a lot for wearing them, to the point that Kisara got a pair of matching fake glasses so he wouldn't feel bad? The boy with whom she shared a desk with for four years? The boy who was as interested as her in science, and they promised to go to the same highschool and University, but then he disappeared? That boy that invited her for their graduation ball, and he let her tie his hair with a pretty ribbon because it grew so long and pretty and they wanted to match the ribbon with her dress?

"Yamashita... Kenzo. Yamashita Kenzo... From Tokyo... You must be fucking kidding me." she muttered to herself as she whipped out her phone and showed the old man a phone number. "Please tell me this isn't Kenzo's phone number." "... How do you have it?" the man took her phone in his hands gingerly, cradling it. "...I can't believe it. Tokyo is really smaller than I imagined." she muttered, taking back her phone and trying to dial the boy. "I was his classmate back in school. His best friend. I lost all contact with him once we got put in different highschools. I thought he hated me... But now I get what's going on, more or less. Let's keep calling him and make sure he's okay. And... Have faith in Ohma, okay? He will definitely win against Raian." Kisara gave the old man a wink as she kept dialing Kenzo over and over and over again. He wasn't answering to her, nor his father. Damn it.

The two fighters got in their stances and the match began - Though the first to move was Raian, Ohma delivered a nice punch to his face using the Ironbreaker move. Then, he used a mix of redirection and water katas to deliver a lightning-fast, unpredictable punching barrage... Until the villain grabbed his wrists, taunting him. To escape, Ohma kicked Raian where it hurt the most then delivered a knee to his chin, grabbed him by the head and neck, and using the weeping willow, he slammed him to the ground - Not fully, because Raian broke his fall with his hands as if he was doing a push-up, but Ohma predicted that and kicked him in the face, making him fly away to the other end of the arena. 

He delivered numerous ironbreakers to the Kure's face and shoulder and chest and chin, going for a fast and deceiving footwork, Flame kata phantom dance, circling him like he circled Inaba, then punched him in the stomach. With all his Kata techniques hitting their mark, it looked like one-sided domination.

But something changed. Raian punched him so hard that he rolled backwards. "So you've gotten a little stronger - Big fucking deal! Don't tell me that's all you've got! Get back up. I'm gonna show you the insurmountable wall between you and me." Raian had a wicked grin on his face, looking down at the kneeling Ohma. "GET UP AND FIGHT, OHMA! FUCK HIM UP!" Kisara was screaming as loud as she could, hoping he could hear her... And that Kenzo would answer already. "Ohhh, you've got a little bitch cheering for ya, huh~❤️ I'm gonna have fun killing you in front of her. You're such a fuckin' let down!" Raian was laughing like a lunatic, casually wiping the blood from his face. "Your moves are all so shitty - Though that kick to the balls did hurt a little~❤️. I'm not interested in your mish-mash of moves! I wanna see THAT form from your first mach. You better get transitioning or I'll kill ya~♪" the weirdo was trying to provoke Ohma, but so far, it didn't work, and thank goodness for that. A provoked Ohma is a reckless and mindless Ohma.  "Don't get cocky, you brat." the man smirked back as a reply.

Ohma kept trying to attack, but it was clear that Raian was done taking the brunt of all hits. He's got Ohma's pattern and techniques all figured out. What a fucking monster. "I told you - It's not gonna work. You haven't noticed yet, have you? You haven't mastered your techniques. That's why your accuracy sucks." is that true? Only someone properly fighting another could realise it, or someone staying in a very close proximity. It was an interesting piece of advice. If Ohma gets out of there alive, he can start focusing on the weaknesses that he had no idea he even had. It must really suck, thinking you can do something, but you're proven otherwise.

Raian was playing with Ohma as if he was some rag doll, picking him by the head, slamming him to the ground, punching him, and slamming and slamming and kicking... But there was something weird about this guy. He was fighting like a brawler. Like he was just enjoying a game. He wasn't serious. He was using no technique. He was just on a rampage, as if he wanted to throw away all negative feelings. "GET UP, OHMA! GET UP!" 

And so he did.

With the use of his Advance.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, no, no, damn it, not that. Damn it, Ohma..." one of her hands was tugging at her hair frustration, while with the other, she still died the un-answering Kenzo. "That's it!! Ohma still had THIS ace up his sleeve! But... It seems a little different from last time, doesn't it?" Kazuo stepped closer, now standing next to the girl. "Yes... The output seems far stronger. I just fear that it will be so strong that it will take a toll on him." and it was the truth. Ohma's movements were now at least twice or thrice as fast as the first time around... But doesn't that mean it will damage his heart thrice as much?

He was throwing punch after punch, but even like that, Raian managed to get him back... Until Ohma caught his fist in his palm. "What's wrong? Did you just slow down?" his voice was much lower, with a dark vibrato that seemed absolutely hellish. Now he was even faster than before. It was enough to make Raian use his 100% Removal. "Big fucking deal. I'm gonna kill you, whoever the hell you are." ... what is that? Why did he sound as if he genuinely had no idea who he was fighting... And his eyes - The sclera was far darker than before, and his irises were glowing blood red, just like his body. All of his blood vessels must be congested that the blood was going faster than an airplane. 

"I figured as much. It looks like I was right about Ohma's mysterious power. The source of Ohma's strength is his heart." Hanafusa came out of nowhere. "Yes, you are right." Kisara nodded at him. "And it's taking a hell of a toll on it. Two days ago, he had massive bleeding. I don't know if he'll last, at this rate." though she didn't turn to look at him, he stepped next to her to get a closer look to the fight. "I See. So my hypothesis was correct. From the sound of his heartbeat, his heart is working for or five times harder than it is at rest. Considering the amount of physical damage taken... His life really is hanging on by a thread." he confirmed what she already knew. "Ohma... Is... Going to die...?" Kazuo's revelation was a painful one. The more he thought, Ohma kept saying "Shut the fuck up, who the hell are you?" it was an awful sign. "... He's having temporary amnesia, isn't he? The damage already got to his brain." Kisara muttered, making the doctor nod curtly. The more they thought, the worse the man was and the doctor was asking the manager if he wanted to keep the fight going or... But he was already gone, most likely, desperately calling for his son... But he wouldn't answer.

Ohma was getting more chaotic with his fighting, even coughing an exorbitant amount of blood from a punch to his diaphragm,  then an awful punch to the face that sent the brunet flying in circles all the way across the stadium. And he was not moving at all. Even his advance disappeared. "OHMA, GET UP AND FIGHT! WIN, OHMA, WIN! YOU CAN DO IT! TOKITAAAAAAAAA OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" though Kisara wasn't the only one crying out his name - From the stadium, Kiryu Setsuna was livid, and the old man was already on his knees, crying, thinking that he lost both Ohma and Kenzo. "WAKE UP, YOU STUPID GYM RAT! FUCKING WIN! TOKITAAAAAAAAAA OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" she continued screaming raw, and she would scream his name even if it was ripped apart and bleeding and had no voice anymore. Tokita Ohma couldn't die now. He just couldn't. He had to get up and win this shit. "OOOHMAAAAA!!! GET UP!!! PLEAASEEEE, GET UP!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE DON'T DIE!!!" Yamashita Kazuo was calling out to the man, right next to the girl, but their voices were left unheard by him - He wasn't budging from the ground... But Raian wasn't using the removal anymore. Why? Why wasn't he? Because his Removal was the same as the Advance, at its core. A technique that made you powerful, in detriment of something concerning your health - And it came with a timer, just like the Advance. This must be it, and it seemed like the old man had the same idea. "OHMA!!! HE CAN'T USE REMOVAL ANYMORE! HE'S DONE FOR! GET UP AND KILL THAT SHITTY BRAT!" Kisara was the first to cry out. "RAIAN CAN'T USE THE REMOVAL ANYMORE! JUST BECAUSE HE UNLEASHES HIS LATENT POWER DOESN'T MEAN HIS ENDURANCE IMPROVES! AFTER TAKING YOUR ATTACKS HEAD-ON, RAIAN DOESN'T HAVE THE STRENGTH LEFT TO MAINTAIN THE REMOVAL!!!" for an old man, he really had good lungs to yell out so much and so loud. "HE'S DEAD MEAT, OHMA!! SHOW HIM WHO'S THE STRONGEST MAN OUT THERE! HE'S APPROACHING! FUCKING GET UP -- OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" the two kept screaming, but they had no idea if it was doing anything at all.

Either way, Raian was prowling dangerously towards the knocked out Ohma -- And finally, his muscles were twitching. Leaning on his knees and forearms, he was struggling and trembling to get up, fight the pain, the fatigue and weak, until he was finally standing, albeit still a bit wobbly. Even in spite of all this, he now looked to be a complete different man - With his techniques, Ohma seemed far more precise with all of his hits, and they were incredibly powerful. The brunet got the devil himself by the neck and though he tried to spin him, Raian performed a neck spring and got him away - But that wasn't enough, for Ohma retaliated with more punches and even what looked to be a grappling move, making Ohma sit on Raian's upper back and keep his arm in a tight lock, it was absolutely fantastic - And even from that, he escaped. 

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Kazuo was shrieking as loud as he could. "OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! KILL HIM, OHMA!!!!!!!!" Kisara, too, encouraged him with just as much fire.

They were hitting each other more and more until, for exactly 0,14 seconds, Raian lost consciousness - Ohma knew it was his one and only change to defeat his foe, so he grabbed his arm, crossed his own leg behind his own to make him lose balance and fall to the ground, and he followed with a new Niko Style technique of incredible power that broke his face continuously - Until he was declared the winner.

Ohma was kneeling on the ground, panting, while Raian was sprawled on his back, looking like a dead devil. With an ear-piercing shriek of glee, Kisara immediately dashed across the arena and slid on the sad on her knees, her arms wrapped around his body, putting his forehead to her shoulder. "Please tell me you remember me. Please remember me. Please remember me." he had no strength to answer with his words, but her shaky breath and the trembling of her body kept him awake and sane in her warm, tight embrace. He needed to reassure her somehow... Why would he remember her? Why are you speaking so much nonsense? You're the smart one, not him. If you wanted a hug, you should have just said so. You don't need to cry for it. He hates when Kisara cries, it really breaks him. He can't even look at her and keep his composure when he sees that distressed look on her face, the way that bottom lip quivers and how those tears glimmer in those beautiful green eyes of her. She's too pretty to cry... Please be happy. Please smile for me.

Ohma's arms gathered enough strength to sneak around her torso. He still knows who you are, Hasashi Kisara. "I love you so much, Ohma. I love you so much. Please don't die on me. I need you. I really need you. I love you, please don't die on me. I love you so much, you can't even realise. Please, please, please, please, please, Ohma, live. Live. Please. Live." she sounded outright mental and in pain. Her voice was sending agony through his veins and nerves more than his injuries, just like back then, in the bathroom, when she caught him coughing and vomiting blood and what not. He was too weak to answer though. Instead, he felt her struggling to pick him up and drag him over her shoulder... It was just like back then, in that alley, but this time, he still held onto his consciousness. Barely, but still there. She really got stronger over the years. He was so proud of her. "Get him to the infirmary right now. Hanafusa is the only one who can take care of him." he heard her giving instructions, and next thing he knows, his gravity center shifted, and he was on his back. He was be in a stretcher, being quickly delivered for intensive care or something.

There was nothing she could do now. The infirmary was already overcrowded and Ohma had a lot of people wanting to visit him. She'll go visit him later, when the situation has diffused and she's calmed down as much possible. She was losing her mind now.

But she knew just what to do. It was Takeshi's match next. He must be in the waiting room now, 'listening' to music and getting his shit together. Ohma was is great hands. If Hanafusa can't save him, nobody can. But Ohma was strong, he won't give up now. He has a tournament to win.

"Hey... Takeshi... Is your music still off?" after knocking lightly, she opened the door just a bit and peeked inside. Though he didn't reply, he motioned for her to come over, and so she did. "How are you feeling, Takeshi. Still anxious?" she tried to put on a smile, but it was weak. "It was Tokita's match, wasn't it? Did he win?" the girl nodded, but she didn't meet his eyes. "Then why are you upset?" "...He's used the Advance again... Only, for some reason, the output was like five times stronger. And... His opponent was Raian, of all people. I hope he'll get up in two days." she confessed, hanging her head. "But I didn't come here to complain. I came here to encourage you. The Superhuman Wakatsuki Takeshi is going the win today again, without a doubt, okay? So there's no need to be nervous. You're strong, you're smart, you have great techniques. You're the Wild Tiger. You don't have anything to prove to anyone that you're strong. You just have to realise it yourself and find complete self-confidence." the man took of his earbuds and put the phone on the table. "You've got to stop crying when encouraging people. I can't stand seeing my best friend crying, you know? She's building me up while she's breaking inside. Come here." the girl let out a ragged exhale of amusement as she took a step forward and felt his hand wiping away the stray tears before he pulled her in a hug, just like she did for him the previous round... And many other times, in the long time they've known each other. Instinctively, Kisara wrapped her tiny arms around him and held him tighter. She wanted to hug the life out of Ohma, but she was so afraid she'd hurt him that she held back. She was so afraid he'd have forgotten her, so afraid that he'd die in her arms... That would break her in every way possible. She can't watch the love of her life dying in her arms. She'd rather commit seppuku than have that happening to her. So, she hugged Takeshi as hard as she wanted to hug Ohma - At least he could take the hug. "Thank you, Takeshi. Thank you. I really needed this." after a little while, she managed to take a deep breath and she calmed herself. "I think it's time for you match. Are you ready, Wild Tiger?" standing back at arm's length, she smiled at him, this time, genuinely, much brighter and filled with fire and encouragement. "Yes. Let's go." together, they walked towards the entrance to the arena.

Julius was the first to enter - And then, Wakatsuki Takeshi's name was called.

And the Wild Tiger jumped in the arena.

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don giovanni poster review

welcome to don giovanni poster review.

salzburg festival 1954 (the one we’ve all seen with siepi)

my favorite thing abt this is how inaccurate this is to the opera. it looks like it’s supposed to be the scene where he’s trying to seduce elvira’s maid from the window but 1) he doesn’t appear to be wearing leporello’s coat, and 2) The maid is there when she never actually shows up at all. concerned about the maid’s back posture also can we get an exam on that. next funniest thing is how “the greatest opera ever written” is used as praise for the video of this one instead of talking abt the actual production. 6.5/10 why does don giovanni look like a quarter of the kids i went to middle school with

2. met opera, 1970s? i think?

i love metdunking as much as the next guy but back in the 60s-80s they had some sick ass poster game. love how no effort is made to convey what the opera is actually about, they went up to a guy and said “draw all the statues and women you want” and let him at it. like… it’s don giovanni. you know what you’re seeing we know what you’re seeing. this is the one with the statue stupid. 8/10

3. rimrock opera company 2003

so much to unpack here. the stock clipart women sticking out like a sore thumb. the color scheme. the soul patch. anna elvira and zerlina(?) wearing leotards(?????). THE MEDALLION. the 90s hair they’ve given the don. the lightning bolt in the background. the flame hand thing. they went with like 12 different concepts at once and managed to pull off about maybe two of them. 3/10

4. don giovanni: the opera: the movie 1979

someone on twitter once said this poster implies leporello is the dog and that’s the only thing i’ve been able to think about with this one ever since 4/10

5. sd opera 2015

interesting to see a poster use blues/yellows for don giovanni when usually the opera is so deeply associated with red/orange colors, it’s a pretty neat idea tbh (although i’d add in like one drop of red. somewhere.) on paper this one should feel great in terms of composition, style etc but there’s something…. off about it. i think it’s something to do with the art style or the whole focus on the don as a seducer (and not. yknow. evil incarnate), i think the seducer angle can be pulled off in a poster but it’s. idk. something bothers me abt this one 6/10

6. staatsoper hamburg… early 80s?

idk what is happening in this one nor do i think it’s a good summation of the opera but i sure as FUCK want it on my wall because it looks SICK. 7.5/10

7. ny city opera 1989

realizing how wild it is so few characters actually show up on don giovanni posters, we only ever really see the don himself, the statue, and/or one of the women. this one feels weirdly disturbing but that doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. the real question here is why do so many posters insist on showing us the don’s nips, i can’t say i really want to see that. 7/10

8. hillman opera…. idk sometime

the idea of the poster being don giovanni’s grave is so fucking sick and fits everything SO well it just needs better execution. 5/10

9. netherlands opera 1997

if you ever wondered “hey, what would the cover of a textbook on don giovanni made in the late 90s-early 00s look like”, well here’s your answer. 3/10

10. i can’t tell whose poster this is

minimalism is a disease. 2/10

The Time During Neuropressure - 5

5 Times Trip Was Dumb + 1 Time He Wasn't

Trip sat in front of T’Pol as she moved her fingers down his back, exacting her knowledge of Vulcan neuropressure as precisely as she did every time they had a session. “Have you been sleeping better, Commander?” she asked him, just like she had every night they did this. She carefully pressed down on each correct nerve. He groaned happily.

“Yeah,” he answered honestly. “This has really helped me.”

“I’ve heard humans sleep better when they are in the company of those they care about,” she said. She was attempting to initiate a type of human flirtatious conversation. In every other instance she had made this attempt, Commander Tucker had never reacted to it accordingly. When she asked Phlox what might have been the reason, he had only told her the atmosphere might not have been ideal. She took his advice to heart — he was an emotional creature with very successful marriages. “Perhaps you would like to stay the night.”

Tucker chuckled. “Me? No way.” He looked up at the ceiling. “That’s more about… copulation than actually sleeping.” He craned his neck to see her. “Plus, people will talk.”

“Let them talk.” She moved down beneath his shoulder blades. She pressed her thumbs into his skin as thoughtfully as she could. “If someone has a problem with what we are doing, they can take it up with Captain Archer.”

Tucker let out another low sound. She was satisfied knowing he was deriving pleasure from this experience as well as relieving a sufficient amount of stress. “That would be a hell of a way to get in trouble though, wouldn’t it? If someone thought we were involved?” 

“Your amusement is misplaced.” She applied more pressure beneath his shoulder blades now, focusing on his mid-back.

“Is it?” he asked. He only squirmed slightly when she found a ticklish spot. “Oh! Hey! Be careful back there… Anyway, it would be hilarious. How’d we explain that to the captain? ‘Sorry we were caught half-naked together, sir, T’Pol’s just helpin’ me sleep’? He’d never buy it.”

“I would not find it ‘hilarious,’” she said bluntly. “He would more than likely believe whatever we tell him. He trusts us both, does he not?”

“Even if we lied and said we weren’t doing anything?”

“Vulcans do not lie,” T’Pol lied. 

“It would be a pretty big secret. Just imagine if we’d done something untoward in here.” His teasing tone was a large indicator he was feeling more comfortable around her. Perhaps her flirtation skills were improving. 

“What would you consider untoward?”

Tucker was quiet for a moment, collecting his thoughts before speaking. “Between me and a human girl, I’d say makin’ out, hanky-pankyin’, or getting into a rough-’n’-tumble would be pretty far out there. But between you and me? I think I’d blush if you just called me by my name.”

“Commander Tucker?” she asked. He wiggled once again as she hit another ticklish spot. “Please remain still; it’s not my intention to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, not Commander Tucker,” he said with a shake of his head. “Like Charles or Trip or something. You don’t use those names unless you’re introducing me to someone else.”

“Would you prefer it if I called you either of those?” T’Pol moved down to his lower back. “Please change your position to lying down.”

Tucker moved and allowed her to rest on his legs as he lay flat on his belly. “You know I prefer Trip most times, but if you really want to call me Charles, I’d let you.”

“Then perhaps I’ll save it for special occasions. Who knows when something… untoward might happen.”

Trip laughed at that. “I don’t know why people don’t think you’ve got a sense of humor. You’re probably the funniest woman I know.”

“They simply do not understand.” She massaged his hips, just above his buttocks. “Tomorrow we will focus on the arms and thighs. You’d be surprised how many knots and nerves can become a distraction.”

“I’m coming back tomorrow?” he asked. “How are we almost done?”

“I assumed you would be uncomfortable lingering since you believe I have made further progress with my candidate.”

“Oh. Well, have you?”

“I have. I would estimate any week he’ll be primed for my proposition of matehood and courtship.”

“So then you’d be right,” he said shortly. He kept as still as he could as she went up and down his back. Occasionally, he would writhe again but tried to stay still. She did her best not to tickle him. “It’s not right for me to be hanging out with a beautiful woman without my shirt on for no reason. Not when you’ve got yourself a boyfriend, anyway. I mean, I don’t know how territorial Vulcans are of their… mates… but humans usually tend to be.”

“We often tend to be territorial of ours, as well. Are you not going to inquire after him like you so often have?”

“I just figured you’d eventually tell me who he is.”

Intimacy wasn’t really discussed on Vulcan. She almost didn’t answer him as she worked up his back. His skin had smoothed underneath. She was, for lack of a better term, proud of her work. It was surprising how he couldn’t draw a conclusion when she put so much effort into his comfort. So, because of that one fact, she replied, “I do not believe you’re ready to hear.”

“What? What are you sayin’, missy? Are you implying I wouldn’t handle it well?” he squawked. He twisted his head back as far as it would go to shoot her an incredulous eye. “’Course I’m ready to hear!”

“Commander.”

“Okay, well maybe I’m not, but I am curious. It doesn’t matter if I’m still getting used to the idea or not.”

“Commander.”

He put his head back on the floor, releasing a huge sigh. “I think I should at least know what department he works in. You know? I deserve that at least.”

T’Pol had worked back down to his mid-back. “Are you certain you want me to tell you anything? I understand your attraction to me might make the news difficult.”

She had caught him off guard. “Are you saying I’m jealous?”

“That goes with the observation of your attraction.”

He grumbled unintelligible nonsense before letting out a defeated sigh. As she had suspected, he had no real comeback for her accusation. “I might be attracted to you, but I ain’t jealous. Now tell me: what department is he in?”

“My candidate serves in Engineering.” The corner of her mouth twitched. She was thankful Trip couldn’t see it; it would have been instantly recognized and scrutinized. 

He softly swore. “Now I know who it is! It’s Kelby! I should have known.” T’Pol released him and he turned over onto his back. She sat beside him and watched as he did the mental calculations. 

“Lieutenant Kelby is your first assumption?” she asked, lifting her whole brow. “What about him makes you believe I would desire him as my mate?”

“I don’t know,” he huffed, crossing his arms. He gave her a small glare. “You’ve gotta admit he’s kind of cute, right?”

T’Pol had to confess, even secretly, she found his range of emotions intriguing to study. His jealousy, density, and pride were certainly heavy features during this phase of their relationship. Any logical conduction would find it was him she was describing. Lieutenant Kelby was not ‘cute,’ nor in any way aesthetically pleasing to her. She said nothing and did nothing.

“Wait, he’s not cute? Then why do all the younger women hang around us when we’re talking by the warp core?”

There was that soft eyebrow quirk again. 

Trip’s jaw dropped. “What? I thought he was the chick magnet!”

“I would not agree with that statement.” She sat back against her furniture. “I can list several other people on this vessel who are far more valuable to other females than him. He is also discordant with my own tastes in males.”

“I betchya have a whole list of men on this ship with their pros and cons,” he said, moving his head back and forth softly. He laced his fingers over his chest and let them rest. “Only you, T’Pol.”

“Would you like to peruse the list?”

He laughed again. “I love… I love when you tell jokes,” he sighed with a small coo. She did not miss his near slip. “Don’t ever stop.” Trip closed his eyes and let his hands slide to his sides. 

She studied his hands. They were powerful for a human male’s. The fact that he had not yet chosen a mate was the only thing T’Pol did not understand about Commander Tucker. He was well-suited to her; if he had been born Vulcan, he would have been the perfect husband for her. She was going to take him as her husband despite his birth, and logically, if he was going to be her mate, soon, she might as well let him be more intimate with her than he had been. 

She hesitantly pushed her fingers across the floor. Trip’s were warm. She had never touched human skin without a specific purpose; it was an odd experience, but pleasant. She looked forward to being able to more often in the future… but not nearly as much as he might enjoy. Still, she had reasons outside of neuropressure to look forward to. 

“D’you need me to move my hand or somethin’, old girl?” he muttered, not opening his eyes. He was adequately relaxed in her quarters; it was shocking how much he allowed T’Pol to do. He smirked to himself, then, adding on, “That’s what Malcolm calls Hoshi. I just realized. That’s funny.”

“I am not old,” she reprimanded him. She yanked her hand back, crossing her legs. She sat up. “I will only be sixty-six my next birthday.”

Trip’s eyes snapped open, dumbfounded. He slowly sat up. “…I can’t believe you told me that.”

“You accused me of being old,” she huffed, looking away from him. He sat up on his knees and leaned closer to her.

“C’mon, T’Pol, I’ve been trying to get you to tell me since we left Spacedock. Why now?”

“Certain information is… considered intimate,” she ground out, but took a deep breath in to cool herself. She was letting this plan become stressful; it was against the Vulcan way. Trip’s eyes went extremely wide. Finally, he would understand what she had been trying to do for weeks, now.

“So… Does Captain Archer know?”

“He does not,” she clarified. “I cannot think of a reason why he would.”

“How many people do know? Does your ‘candidate’ know?” he questioned, going deeply red in the face as well as adopting a look of concern. “Are you alright?”

“I am perfectly fine,” she reassured him. She gently sat him back down. “The only people I have told are the ones whom I believe will be involved in a more permanent role in my life.”

“Oh…” He blinked, exhaling harshly. He was obviously having a hard time digesting the information she had given him. “Wow. Um, I love you, too, T’Pol, but what about that guy you’re gettin’ involved with? Is that part of your intimate information thing?”

She swallowed a minute fraction harder than normal. She had gone to extra lengths tonight to let him know whom she was talking about, and still, he appeared to be clueless — or at the very least, in denial — about the information she was presenting to him. “You will know as soon as I have made my proposition, Commander.”

He nodded. “Okay.” Tucker stood slowly. “I’m going to go, now; I promised Travis we’d have time to play a board game, so… Do… Do you need me to stay, or…?”

T’Pol lifted her head. “Goodnight, Commander,” she said. “Thank you for understanding.”

“I’d always understand,” he said, yanking his shirt back on. “Call me back if you need anything, ’kay?”

“I will not require anything else, but thank you for the offer.”

He smiled. “Goodnight, T’Pol.”

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. This is dedicated to one of my top 10 favorite TV moments of all time. Brigitte, I beg you, please don’t stop doing press when this Pièces Jaunes campaign is over! Hope everyone enjoys.

She had insisted that if he wanted to watch La Grand Concours tonight, he was doing it alone. She absolutely hates watching videos of herself (she’s not a fan to listening to the sound of her voice on an audio recording either), and given how self-conscious she already is about how it’s going to look especially as she was not prepared for it to even happen when she showed up for it, she wasn’t going to watch it.

So here he was, on the couch in the living room, alone as she hid somewhere else.

He was in awe of his wife, watching her play despite knowing that she was as far out of her comfort zone as she’s probably been in a very long time. She was sweet, charming, funny, adorable. He was happy that for this brief moment the rest of France was getting to see just a tiny sliver of who she is. ‘How could anyone not love her?’ he asked himself, still in disbelief even all these years later that this remarkable woman loves him.

He wasn’t a huge fan of the fifth question, he didn’t like hearing other men’s names in the same sentence as "sexy" come out of her mouth, even if he knows it’s a question she had no role in. The little green monster was already starting to eat at him, when he heard the host ask who she would add as the fifth option, only disappearing when he say her mention him with that soft smile on her face whenever she mentions him.

And then, he heard her say, seemingly in confidence to the host, completely off the cuff, "I think he’s better than Chris Evans."

His mouth dropped. "Did she just say that on national television?" He asked quietly out loud in disbelief.

He got his answer when Arthur repeated what she said and he saw her hide behind her hand. ‘She really said that,’ he thought to himself, a smile growing on his face.

He, in turn, blushed at that, feeling like he did all those years ago when he first fell in love, when any attention or compliment she threw his way had the effect of instantly turning him into a tomato. Here she was, 25+ years into their relationship, and she was still letting slip as casually as breathing that to her, he was the sexiest man alive. How did he get so lucky?

He knows there’s still another 30 or more minutes to go with her on the program, but he also knows he can watch the replay tomorrow if he wants. Right now, the only thing he can think about is the need to go locate his wife.

“Chérie?” he calls out, loudly, to be heard through the place.

“In the bedroom!” he hears her call back, his feet moving quickly towards her now that he knows where to find him.

“Is it over alread-“ he cuts her off by kissing her deeply, stealing the words out of her mouth, her breath out of her lungs, and all coherent thoughts out of her head.

“What in the world?” she asked breathless when he pulled back to allow them some air.

“I just couldn’t help myself. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she smiled back gently.

“I still can’t believe you love me.”

“Of course I love you. I more than love you -“

“Oh I know.” he interrupted meaningfully.

“What do you mean?” she asked confused.

“He’s better than Chris Evans,” he quotes back to her.

“Oh God! I forgot about that part!” She hid behind her hand again.

“Hey! Hey! I feel like the luckiest man alive right now,” he reassured, pulling her hands away from her face gently and holding them in his, his thumbs gently rubbing against her palms.

“Really?”

“Really. The smartest, funniest, kindest, sexiest woman I know thinks I’m the sexiest man alive. In fact, she admitted to it so automatically, you could tell it’s just a running thought -“

“It is, multiple times a day,” she admitted, her cheeks tinting pink.

“Multiple times a day?” he asked, beginning to feel smug.

“More when you’re wearing a three piece suit,” she whispered.

“I’ll make sure to wear it more often,” he smiled at her. “In all seriousness. I’m so lucky to love and be loved by you Brigitte. I want you to know that.”

“Not nearly as lucky as I am that I am loved by you, my tsunami.”

Helloooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Hahaha Emmanuel watching the program alone and just drooling over Brigitte made me laugh! And the slight jealousy just because she was reading a question about sexy men hahaha oh Emmanuel 😂

Oh la la, someone definitely got all excited with his wife’s statement that he’s better than Chris Evans... 😏

And yes Brigitte, multiple times a day and even more when he’s wearing a three pieces suit... 🔥😍🤤

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️