Is anyone else getting a shit ton of hunger games media lately? I’ve been seeing it EVERYWHERE on my socials and I’m js curious if I’m just getting sucked back in the rabbit hole or not
Tøp performing for events is so strange to me because these events are often full of a bunch of people who have no clue who they are..
Consuming clique media 24/7 got me so messed up cause I sometimes forget there are people NOT 100% obsessed with this band and only know “Heathens” and “Stressed Out”
The Line performance at the game awards blew me away actually..
The orchestra?? The outfits??? THE VOCALS?? These two absolutely never miss. I had chills the whole time. I literally have never watched an episode of Arcane…
Aizawa x Fem! Reader (PART 2!!!!!)
Here's part one 👇 maybe read this first
Aizawa x Fem! Reader
THERE'S ONLY ONE BED?!
ENEMIES TO LOVERS
Aizawa x Fem! Reader
THERE'S ONLY ONE BED?!
ENEMIES TO LOVERS?!?!??!?!
(Not quite enemies but close enough)
I LOVE CLICHÉSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
THERE'S ONLY ONE BED?!
ENEMIES TO LOVERS?!?!??!?!
(Not quite enemies but close enough)
I LOVE CLICHÉSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Your hero name is Shockwave, btw)
Your POV
The convention center was. Huge.
And hectic and very warm.
When I first got there, I was given an information packet and ushered by multiple bodyguards through the back entrance and into one of the many staff rooms. The door had a makeshift sign on it reading: "Following heroes only" and a list of four hero names, Shockwave being one of them I only recognized one other name on the sheet and-
"Oh jesus." I whined as I entered. Aizawa followed closely behind.
At this point, I felt like I was in some teenager's forced proximity fanfiction.
I took a seat on one of the plush couches that sat in the room, helping myself to a bottle of water that sat on a cooling tray on the coffee table. Opening the information packet, I found a schedule as well as an identification card on a ribbon.
Two other heroes entered the room, laughing with one another. They looked our way and introduced themselves.
"I'm Mandalay!" One of them chirped, holding up her large paw to wave as she used the other to push her brown hair out of her eyes.
"Pixie-Bob!" The other cheered. I was taken aback with their high energy.
"Eraserhead, and this is..." Aizawa trailed off, gesturing vaguely to me as he shook both of their..paws.
Mandalay perked up. "It's Shockwave: The Music Hero!" She chimed. "You're the one climbing the ranks like crazy!"
Once again, I felt my face heat up and smiled humbly. I still wasn't used to being recognized. I nodded as we all sat down once again.
"Yeah.. so I've heard," I responded sheepishly. I was having a hard time looking her in the eye and instead stared down at my schedule.
In the next hour, I had a meet and greet, a hero "togetherness panel," and a q and a.
"This all feels very..." Aizawa started, "superficial."
I agreed, but Pixie-Bob clearly didn't. She mewled before speaking.
"As heroes, it is our job not only to protect, but to inspire!" She chided. "If we don't put effort into interacting with the very people we live to serve, why would they trust us to continue in such a position?!"
Wow. She looked like she was about to cry.
Mandalay agreed, standing and pushing one giant paw into the air in a victory pose.
Aizawa sighed, resting his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes. He swallowed hard. I watched out of the side of my eye as the muscles of his shoulders and over his neck moved ever so slightly before turning my gaze away, embarrassed.
"At this time, would all of the present heroes please begin making their way to their first events. The public enters in... 27 minutes, yo!" Mic's very distinctive voice rang over a hidden speaker system. I wondered for the moment how he managed to get the staff to let him on the PA system.
We all stood, and Aizawa held the door open for me and the two other ladies. As I walked past, he whispered.
"Fix your costume. Your skirt is tucked into your belt."
I felt shivers run down my spine at the feeling of his voice so close to me. So much so that I nearly forgot to feel for the part of my skirt that had gotten moved upwards.
Surely enough, a small section of the skirt was moved up and tucked into my Soundwave belt. I nearly squeaked as I pulled it out and flattened the material to lay how it was supposed to.
The first event I was scheduled for was the meet-and-greet. I wandered around a little aimlessly until I found the booth I was assigned to and found a nearby staff member.
"Yeah so you're gonna be standing here and just wait for a line to form. Talk to the people and take pictures and whatnot."
I nodded and walked back in front of my booth. The paper behind me was decorated with music notes and Soundwaves. Cute.
Within the next few minutes, I faintly heard the large doors of the convention center open from across the facility, and people began pouring in. The excited chatter filled my ears as people lined up at the booths on either side of me.
And yet nobody in my line.
That is until-
"Shockwave!" A young girl cheered as she approached me with who I assumed was her mother. The woman smiled at me as she approached and pulled out her phone.
The girl came up to me with stars in her eyes. Her pupils were shaped like music notes, and I noticed that her wavy hair was actually in soundwave patterns. She wore a makeshift parody of my hero costume, complete with a piano print belt.
That detail she added herself.
I crouched down and smiled wide for the camera. Once the picture was taken I turned to the girl.
"What's your quirk, sweetheart?" I asked, trying not to let my self consciousness get the best of me.
She absolutely beamed before diving into detail about all the things her powers could do.
"Okay, honey, let's go meet the other heroes before we have to go!" The girl's mother reached out for her hand.
As the two walked away, I straightened to find a small line forming in front of my booth. I was shocked that so many people wanted to meet me.
For the next hour, I took photos, smiled, talked, and posed. There wasn't a moment after that little girl that I wasn't interacting with hero nerds from across the country.
Then, the people were ushered out of the large halls and into different auditoriums in the building. I made my way to the one that I was meant to be in and stood backstage, waiting to be let on by a staff member.
Honestly, the entire rest of the day went by in pretty much a blur. I answered questions for an hour or two, and then the civilians were all asked to leave as the heroes banquet began.
A few hundred famous heroes, all absolutely demolishing the tables upon tables of food set out for them.
I sat once again with Hawks, though this meal was much less tense and much more tired.
Who knew that meeting people for a few hours would be exhausting.
We were left to our own devices for a while before being asked to make our way back to our respective hotels.
As soon as I was back in the hotel, I took my high-heeled boots off and cursed the idea that my costume designers valued looks over practicality.
"You look tired," a deep voice commented as Aizawa entered the room.
I snickered. "Says you." I sat down on the bed, and I felt the weight of another person on the other side of the mattress.
He let out a sigh as he laid back, once again closing his eyes. I tried to just let the silence be, but after a while, I couldn't help it.
"How was your meet and greet?" I asked, turning my head slightly to wait for his answer.
He shrugged. "Boring. Not many people care to take pictures with a shadow man."
I hummed. My phone buzzed. I checked the caller ID and picked up.
"Get your ass down to the bar and hang out with us!" Hawk's voice rang. I furrowed my eyebrows and checked the ID again.
"How did you get Nemuri's phone?" I asked.
"I'm here, Y/n!" The woman's voice rang, then continued, "Come drink!"
There was loud music beating in the background of the call. I sighed.
"Ugh, fine. Just let me get out of my costume."
"Hurry up!" Hawks demanded jovially, then hung up.
I rolled my eyes and stood, stretching before grabbing new clothes and walking towards the bathroom to change.
"Going back down to the bar?" Aizawa asked when I entered the bedroom again. I nodded.
"Yeah. Hawks wanted me to go down and hang out."
"You two are getting close aren't you?" He asked.
I shrugged. "I guess. See ya."
The man nodded. "See ya."
Then he shuffled into a more comfortable position to sleep, and I left.
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