#a lil' curious guy who likes poking at things

[jtownraindancer]

A little moment I didn't catch the first time I watched this film but loved when I noticed it later: Mr. Holly admiring the model bridge and being embarrassed when Mr. Cushing catches him.

[krvrawr]

‘ Little ’ Accident In Meeting Room, Oops !

König x Trans Male! Reader

A / N ; this fic is so long istg, it took me days to write but still have it 🫵 and again reader is pre - everything cause it gives me gender euphoria as a pre-T guy 💕 — 4️⃣

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WARNINGS ; smut!

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IN SMUT ; afab anatomy (for reader), public space (meeting room), handjob (lil bit) , riding , pwp , piv and cockwarming .

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visual smut ; ★ !!

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DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS ONE IF U R A CIS WOMAN, FEM ALIGNED, SHE/HER AND SHE/THEY ETC.

( see our other works, pls. if u dont dni, u r getting blocked. on sight. pls have it stated somewhere in bio, pinned that u r not one fem aligned. )

You had to go to a meeting, but you arrived late and there were no more seats available in the meeting room, which didn't surprise you. When you saw König sigh and pat his lap instructing you to sit there, you felt like your invisible tail was wagging happily. After the meeting is done and the room empty, you try to stand up, but you feel his hand grabbing your thigh, stopping you from getting up.

“Bitte (Please)...don't stand up, I have a...problem" He mutters as you feel something poking you. “What problem?” You asked him slightly confused, feeling something poking you but unsure what it is.

“I...um... have what you noticed, a boner” He slightly blushed and looked away as he almost whispered the last part. When you heard him say that, an imaginary light bulb immediately appeared on your head as you realised that's why you felt something poking you. You looked at him, “Now?” a question could be heard in your voice. “Well, yes... it happens around you." His blush appeared more as he avoided eye contact. You looked at him with surprised face as those words left your colonel's mouth, “I make you horny?” you said in surprised tone. "Nein (No), you don't make me horny. It's just... you're very attractive and I have a strong reaction to that." He cleared his throat, trying to sound less flustered. “Really?” Your eyes widen as you look at his eyes, who are looking away.

"Ja (Yes), really." His eyes look at you now, taking a deep breath as his heart races. “What do you like about me?” You asked him curious, titling your head a bit. "Well, your beauty... your eyes, they captivate me. And your confidence, it's quite alluring. Plus, you're quite skilled in... these matters." He blushed again, clearly not used to discussing such things. You raised an eyebrow, “What matters?” you asked him innocently, well knowing what he was referring to but you wanted to hear him say it.

He gulped, “You know, intimate matters. I think you're quite experienced and skilled in those." his cheeks flushed even deeper as he stutters through his answer. “What makes you think that?” You questioned him as you looked into his eyes. "Well, you're not shy about expressing your desires and taking the lead... and you seem quite knowledgeable about what you're doing." He cleared his throat again explaining, trying to focus on something else besides his arousal. You softly hummed in response as you turned around on his lap, him facing you and not your back anymore. “And you want my help?” You asked him with raised eyebrow as your hands went on his shoulders. "Ja, if you're willing to help me. I... I've never been with someone like you, and I think it could be... enlightening." He swallowed hard, his heart pounding against his chest as he anticipates what might happen next. ”Someone like me would mean?” You asked him slightly confused at that, you gazed into his eyes with neutral expression. "You're... you're confident, experienced, and quite skilled in these matters. And you're a trans guy." He shifted slightly in his seat, his hands gripping the armrests tightly as his arousal became increasingly apparent. You felt his shifting as you looked at him, your eyebrows narrowing a bit, “What does me being a trans guy have to do with that?” you questioned him in light stern tone.

“Well, it's not common knowledge and it shows that you're comfortable with your body and what you enjoy. That can be quite.. alluring.” He glanced down at their laps, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. I looked at him, my heart fluttering as I heard him speaking. “So, would you be willing to help me?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked at you with pleading eyes. “Yeah big boy.” You replied to him smiling as your hands, unbutton and unzip his pants. “Oh, Gott (God)...” He groaned softly as he felt your hands working on his pants, his breath hitched in anticipation as you pulled down his pants along aside with his boxers. Revealing his hard throbbing cock leaked pre-cum, my hand slowly stroked his cock. “Oh, fuck” He gasped, arching his back slightly as he let out a soft moan of pleasure. His hips begin to grind against your hand subconsciously, seeking more contact. “Such a needy boy.” I told him as my thumb went over his tip. “Scheiße (Fuck)..” He whimpered, his head falling back against the seat as he lost himself in pleasure. His cock throbbed harder in your grasp, leaking more pre-cum as you gently and teasingly went over his tip, smiling as at the sight. You felt yourself getting wetter as your other hand went to rub your cunt through pants. “Bitte more” He begged, his voice shaky, his hips still moving against your hand, his need for release growing stronger. You hummed slowly as your hand left his cock and went to unbutton and unzip your pants, “Are you going to..?” He trailed off as his voice cracks, his eyes followed your every movement.

“Just don't worry.” You said to him as you kissed his neck under his sniper hood, making him sigh softly. You pulled down your pants along with boxers onto the floor, revealing your wet cunt and you kissed his neck more. Your hand led his cock to your cunt, you grinded your cunt against his tip, “Scheiße you're so wet” He gasped, his body shuddering at you grind against him. His cock twitched, desperate to penetrate the warmth it finds, “I know and it's all for you.” You exclaimed, detaching your lips from his neck to kiss his cheek through his sniper hood as you grinded more on his cocks tip. “Then bitte take me inside you” He murmured, his hips bucking forward slightly as he tries to push his cock into your wetness. His eyes are half-closed, lost in the moment, “Be patient big boy” you cooed at him. “And don't buck your hips to be inside of me, okay?” You ordered him as you grinded your cunt more on his cocks tip. “Just please..” He whimpered, his voice trembling with need as he tried to control his hips, doing his best to follow your instructions. Sweat beads along his forehead as he struggled to keep himself under control. “You will get my cunt, don't worry” You smiled at him, reassuring him, “I can feel you getting tighter” he gasped. His body shivered with anticipation, his cock throbbed against your folds and desperate for entry. Slight tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes as he tries to hold back his moans, you kept teasing him with grinding as your cunt was getting more wet.

“Bitte, I can't take it anymore” He whimpered, his hips giving a jerking motion as he tried to force himself into your warmth. His fingers dig into the chair beneath him, leaving tiny indents in the fabric, “Uh uh” You said as you moved your cunt away from his tip. “What did I say? No jerking your hips up.” You reminded him, “Do it one more time and you won't be inside of my cunt, understood?” You looked at him straight in the eyes, “Ja, I understand” He grunted in frustration, forcing himself to stay still as you grinded your cunt against his cocks tip once more. His entire body trembled with anticipation, his muscles tense from the effort of holding back, you kissed his cheek as you smiled at him lovingly. “More.. I can't take it anymore” He groaned, his voice strained as he felt the intense pleasure building up inside him, his cock throbbed harder against your tight folds, desperate for release. You slowly slid onto his cock, gasping at his size inside of you, “Remember no bucking your hips up.” You reminded him again, looking at him, “Ja, I remember.” His voice shakes slightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to maintain control, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, knuckles white from the effort not to move. “Good boy” You praised him as you tried to take most of him in you, and after some time you slid all the way down on him and cockwarmed him. “Fuck, you feel so good” He whispered, his body shuddering as he feels you completely enveloping him, his cock throbbed inside you and left no room for doubt that he's fully aroused. You kissed him through his mask as you continued to cockwarm him, he panted as he felt blush appearing on his cheeks from the small action.

“You're so big inside of me.” You panted as you pulled away and looked at him. “You're incredible” He said in almost a whisper voice as his hands finally found their way to your hips, holding you gently but firmly as he tried to maintain control. “You too, you're such a good boy for not moving up and letting me cockwarm you” You told him, smiling as you took his hand and slid it under your shirt letting him touch your tit, “How do you feel doing this with a trans guy?”. “I don't care” He managed between breaths, his heart racing while his fingers brushed against your sensitive nipple. Which sent shivers down your spine and let out a moan as he focused on feeling you up, “You're all that matters to me right now. You enjoy this, don't you?” He asked you, his voice thick with desire, his fingers moved to trace circles around your other nipple and teased it gently, “I can tell you do.”. “I do.” You smirked as you started to move your hips, “Oh fuck” He groaned, his mouth opening slightly as he felt you ride him, his breathing became labored and his cock pulsing slightly within you, “I want you so bad.”. Your hips moved on him more faster as your hands grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself stable, “Bitte!” he whimpered, his voice almost pleading. His fingers dig into your hips, urging you to move faster as his cock throbbed in time with your hips, “Fuck you feel so good.”. “Please what?” You asked him, slowing down, “Please don't stop” he panted, his body trembled slightly from the sensations you're providing, his cock twitched, ready to erupt inside you, “Im close, I need you to keep going.”

You started to go faster, moving more against him as you held his shoulders more firmly, “Oh Scheiße, ja!” he cried out, his body tensing up as his cock throbs harder against your tight walls, desperate for release, “I'm gonna cum”. “Ohhh cum for me big boy” You said to him as you went faster and deeper on his cock, “Unh, unh..” he groaned, his back arching as he felt the familiar tingling sensation spreading through his body. His cock twitched, ready to shoot his load, you kissed his neck under his sniper hood, making somewhat hickeys as you grinded your body more faster and roughly against his cock. “Scheiße, I'm cumming” He muttered, his cock jerking violently inside of you, he let out a high pitched moan as his seed spurted out, painting your walls with his release, “Fuck, you did that to me.”. You moaned as you felt him cumming in you, you sat all the way down on his cock, releasing all over his cock and cockwarming him. “Fuck, you're so tight” He panted as his hips jerked up slightly against yours, his cock twitched a bit more, still partially hard inside you, “Did you cum too?”. “Yeah” You breathed out, “You did such a good job big boy” You praised him as you kissed his cheek while still cockwarming him, he relaxed into your embrace, his cock slowly softening inside of you, “It's only fair..”. You hummed in response, laying your head on his shoulder, resting a bit, “We should probably clean up.” he said, voice somewhat muffled by his sniper hoodie, he gently pushes you off him, his cock slipping out of you with a soft squelch, “Yeah, probably should.” you agreed with him.

[glitterguts13]

The case of the missing prompt has been solved. Mainly because I resubmitted -3-

Anyway hiiiiii. I would like to submit a prompt for Genshin about preggy harem Aether. He’s got a lil harem, polycule situation with Xiao, Kazuha, Childe and Gorou. He’s obviously got his lil alien/celestial biology so he can manipulate his equipment and even has multiple wombs and as such he’s carrying a baby from each guy. I’d totally love to just read about a fluffy, steamy day in his life. Getting loved and doted on and fed and having his tummy rubbed and all of his whims and desires and needs cared for by all of his boyfriends whether they be comfort, sexual, whatever it is. I also want for Gorou to be knocked up too. He’s only been knocked up fairly recently and he’s only 3 or 4 months along so he’s not all fragile like Aether quite yet. I specifically do want a steamy scene between them where Aether and Gorou press their bumps together and make out and such. Hope this isn’t too much and can get the creative juices flowing >3<

I'm glad you found it doll! I was gettin curious what it was too ^^;; TW: weird pregnancy sex. The first word to come to anyone's mind when they see the rag-tag group of...lovers? Friends? Rivals? Is just how bizarre they are together. Aether is well-known around Teyvat for his charming nature, everyone who meets him seems to fall for his smile. Making friends comes as naturally as breathing to him.

No, the issue stemmed from just how Aether managed to get the aloof Xiao, battle-happy Childe, calm and collected Kazhua, and the great general Gorou all in one room together without it ending in at least one death. It didn't make sense, but no one was going to open their mouth and question it either.

"Spoiled." a thick, juicy slice of pork dangled between the ends of Xiao's chopsticks as he held the morsel up to Aether's lips. The traveler takes a bite eagerly, moaning in delight.

"I can't believe you made me go all the way to Liyue Harbor for this." Xiao picks up another slice of pork, this time, popping it into his own mouth. No way was he going all that way to not enjoy some of it as well!

"You could have said no." Aether teases, letting his lover feed him another slice.

"If I did, you'd have just gotten one of the others to go instead. At least I can get there faster." he wasn't wrong in the slightest, whatever Aether wanted, Aether got. With four little ones growing snuggly in his belly, each of the men had only grown more possessive.

The biology of the blonde was strange, unheard of in Teyvat. The closest thing they could equate it to would be one of the half-animal species. Gorou, was the closest to him in a sense, his kind was known for carrying litters, bellies full of pups much smaller than a human baby. Aether seemed to be similar, in a way.

Propped up against Childe's sturdy chest, Aether sighs, closing his eyes and letting his shoulders sag. The richness of the meal sat heavy in his gut, leaving him feeling a little too full.

"Spoiled like a princess~" Childe teases, running his hand along the heavy swell of Aether's belly. Their unborn child kicked and rolled under the flat of his palm, making the travler groan in discomfort.

"They never settle down these days." he whines, poking at his belly.

"That much means their strong and healthy. You're doing a good job keeping them safe." Kazuha moves closer, stealing a bit of pork from the takeout box. There's an annoyed huff somewhere behind Xiao, and Aether peeks over his shoulder to see Gorou. The general was curled up on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips.

"Come here Gorou," Aether extends a hand to his lover, "This includes you too." his precious puppy had been moody these days, the soft swell in his belly growing more noticeable each passing week. There was a hint of jealousy whenever he looked at just how much the others pampered Aether, and while he tried to remind himself it was only because Aether was much farther along, he still felt a little isolated.

Kazuha wraps his arms around Gorou, pressing a string of kisses down his neck and over his shoulders, mumbling something only the two of them could hear. Gorou's ears twitch, cheeks turning bright red and he struggled to wiggle from the Anemo user's grasp.

"Kazhua! Don't...don't say things like that!" he hisses, scurrying closer to Childe. Kazhua chuckles, waving the general off.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing!" Gorou all but hides behind Childe, tail tucked between his legs, the tip coming up to tickle the underside of his belly.

"I said if he's feeling left out, I'm sure Aether wouldn't mind making him feel better."

"No!" Gorou yelps, "That is most certainly not what you said! You said, 'why don't you and Aether put on a show for us?' Like some kind of pervert!" Childe and Xiao shoot each other a knowing look.

"Don't even start! You can't expect Aether to do something like that right now!" groaning, Gorou rubs his temple, irritation causing a mild headache. The whole lot was just a group of horny perverts, that's what had gotten him and Aether knocked up in the first place!

"Gorou," Aether chuckles, voice dripping with honey, "Come here." he doesn't move, staying behind Childe and pouting. Stubborn, Aether thinks, hauling himself off of Childe's lap and moving closer to the puppy general. Gorou doesn't make any effort to hide, cheeks flushed hot pink as his eyes traveled up and down Aether's body.

"I know it's been hard for you," Aether coos, pressing a kiss to Gorou's cheek, "Let me make you feel better."

"N-no! You can't be doing something like that right now! You need to rest, take it easy!"

"In that case, why don't you make me feel good?" a smile tugs at the corners of Aether's lips, and Gorou reddens even further.

"Do you...want me to?"

"Only if you do." the choice was freely in Gorou's hands, and the little general wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Tail wagging wildly, he gently nudges Aether to lie down. Xiao and Kazhua retreated out of the way, hungry eyes watching their lovers situate themselves.

"If it's too much, you'll tell me, right?" Gorou whispers.

"Without a doubt." Aether assures him, settling down against some pillows and letting Childe undress him fully. Swallowing thickly, Gorou's eyes trace over every part of the traveler's body. His belly was full and round, chest growing a bit softer as his milk came in, cock already half hard. He was beautiful, and Gorou couldn't help himself.

Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the top of Aether's belly. A soft giggle escapes his lips, belly bouncing as he laughs. Soft lips trail down the curve of his stomach before the flat of his tongue licks a stripe down over his belly button. Aether sucks in a breath, cock going hard.

Seeing his lover's reaction only spurred Gorou on further, tail thumbing against the floor as it wagged. He licks again, teeth nibbling at Aether's navel. The traveler moans, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

Childe is watching from behind Gorou, eyes flickering over to Xiao and Kazhua. The three of them share a silent agreement, they could be trying that themselves later.

"You look so cute..." Gorou whispers, "Can I...I want to...try something."

"Do it." Aether doesn't need details, just actions. Shifting around, Gorou carefully straddles Aether. Lowering himself, he presses the gentle swell of his belly against the heavy curve of Aether's. He pressed down, gasping as he felt Aether's unborn children kicking against his belly in protest. It's reflexive, the bucking of his hips, belly dragging against Aether's as his cock smears precum along the traveler's thighs.

Looking up through his bangs, Gorou catches sight of Xiao and Kazhua, cocks in hand, watching greedily.

"More. Gorou, I want more." Aether whines. A voice from behind draws them from their little world.

"Fuck his belly." of course, Childe would be the one to speak up and say what the other two were thinking. Gorou lowers his head, looking deep into Aether's eyes for an answer. He nods, smiling.

Gorou was a messy lover, always getting too caught up in pleasure to think. It's no different now, his cock grinding against Aether's swollen gut. It's firm, with a little give, and he's careful to not press down too hard. He ruts against it, breathy whimpers and moans filling the room. Aether's back arches, pushing his belly against Gorou's cock further, cumming when he feels the puppy general's dick rub over his overly sensitive navel.

Gorou isn't far behind, bottoming out quickly when he feels Aether's cum splatter against his ass. Thick ropes of cum coating his lover's stomach and chest, leaving them a sticky mess.

"Holy shit." Childe gasps, eyes wide.

While he can't see them, Aether is all too aware of just how heavily Xiao and Kazhua are breathing behind him. A mischievous smile passes over his lips as he lets his head fall back to look up at the other two men.

"So, which of you is gonna get knocked up next?"

[railroad-migraine]

Bells Hells with a g!n reader who’s a warlock and their patron is a dnd version of Cthulhu (can’t remember what they’re actually called in dnd, think it’s Deep Ones or something?) anyway the party assumes it’s an abusive, manipulative relationship that the reader got tricked into but actually the reader was totally willing and consensual and their patron genuinely values them and is really protective over them whenever they get into fights? Tysm and keep up the good writing, bye!

Sure thing darling! Took a while but it's finally here :)

~ Poet

Warlock!Reader's patron is actually a good guy

Ashton 💙

Hey, if they're cool, we're cool. But if that calamari-looking ass backstabs you, they'll have to answer to me. Got it?

One of the most chill in the group about the whole situation, is happy as long as you're happy and the patron treats you decently with the respect you deserve

Remains a little suspicious though, just in case, both for your sake and their own. It just means that if the patron ever decides to betray or double cross you, Ash will be ready to give them a good swing of his hammer

Wants so badly to play a round or ten of What The Fuck Is Up With That with them. Can you imagine what sort of ancient lore Ash could coax out of them that even you never knew? It'd definitely be in the run for the most interesting night out at the tavern

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Chetney 💙

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT IS FRIENDLY

Is freaked when you show him the ancient texts and drawings of your patron. It's, unfortunately, a Big Nope from the bloodhunter

No matter how epic or kind or well meaning they may be, no matter how cool or respectful or enthusiastic they are about woodwork, Chetney will always feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with a violent shudder whenever you mention your patron's name

Hides behind yours or Fearne's leg should your patron ever manifest a physical form on Exandrian soil instead of a projected vision. The big bad wolf tries his best to appear macho but it mostly backfires when they make eye contact with him and he timidly waves back

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Dorian 💙

... Just please don't let them go poking around my deepest and darkest desires in the depths of my mind, thanks.

Hasn't had the best experiences in the past with creepy gods (cough the Spider Queen cough) so he stays a little skeptical. Does not want anymore uninvited voices in his head planting doubts and corruption, which is totally valid really

As long as everything is consensual and consistently not evil between you two, he won't have too much trouble adjusting to your patron's initially terrifying appearance. Their actions and good deeds will speak louder than their looks

Is pleasantly surprised by their polite manners when he eventually meets them in person, especially when they compliment his bardic talent. They've never heard such noble music before and Dorian can't help but feel a lil bit in awe of that

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Fearne 💙

Your god seem like a sweet lil-big guy, to be completely honest :D

Your patron is strange and otherworldly - and this sort of reminds her of powerful creatures that hide and can be found in the darker parts of the feywild. She is not afraid in the slightest when you try convince the group that they are benevolent. No one should be judged on their appearance, not even scary cosmic beings

Refers to your patron as your grandparent a lot, like they're a goofy friend who gives you presents and tokens. She likes that you both interact like you're friends instead of just business partners

Little Mister especially seems to gravitate to them for some reason, sniffing the ends of their robes (and chewing on them). Fearne is grateful when they chuckle deeply in amusement at her monkey's actions instead of just smiting him

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Fresh Cut Grass 💙

The whole religion and god thing still stumps me from time to time - I'd like to hear their take on it!

They are especially curious about whatever the pact you made to your patron involved. It differs from magic user to magic user how they get their powers, and yours seems like an unusual case where both parties benefit from the relationship

Would love to do a therapy sesh with your patron and really dig into their millennium's worth of experiences

Likes that your patron doesn't poke or prod or comment on him being an aeormaton or a 'unique wonder' or anything like that. Your patron is old. They've seen weirder things than him. FCG thinks it's nice not having to explain what he is for the umpteenth time

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Imogen 💙

Well alright then. As long as there's no shady business goin' on behind the scenes, I can't really judge. I trust you.

You're your own person. She can't stop you from making deals or exchanges with otherworldly beings. She can only hope that their intentions with you are truly as good as you promise

The whole situation with Laudna and Delilah seemed a lot more toxic and urgent to be dealt with compared to what you have with your patron. You don't feel drained or upset or stressed after communing with them, which in itself is a big green flag

Surprised to find out that she can sometimes hear your patron's thoughts bleed into your own when she delves a little deeper into your mind (with your consent, of course). There's a real, genuine bond there, a pleasant addition to your consciousness instead of a cruel hitchhiker

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Laudna 💙

Who knew eldritch beings could be so charming? ... And handsome!

She gets good vibes from weird and often misunderstood scary things - they remind her a little of herself. She's less suspicious compared to the rest of the group

Laudna is just pleased that you have a healthy relationship with your patron. It's a rare thing to come by in this selfish world, and it's refreshing to know that one of her friends is being looked after by their source of power

She twirls locks of hair around her finger and bats her eyelashes when you introduce her to your patron when they finally reveal themselves. Not phased in the slightest when their voice rumbles in language that only you seem to understand - she asks politely that you translate her friendly flirtations on her behalf

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Orym 💙

Ohh boy. That's not intimidating or concerning at all. Heh.

Scared, but does a good job at not showing it. He's athletic and swift and strong when he needs to be, but he is also small and mortal - everything that your patron is not. It's intimidating, to say the least, but he tries to stay as neutral as he can manage

He wants to trust your judgement, so he keeps his reservations to himself. Makes a point to give subtle side eyes to your patron whenever they take a physical form during rare visits to visit you in person though. Just in case

Orym, being the good man that he is, acts very civil and appreciative for the help that they've provided you and the party in tough battles. He druidcrafts a dainty flower crown for them as a simple token of understanding

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

hi hi i love your blog and i have recently gotten into cars and i really wanna know ALL cars lol, but uh i don't know where to start? can you lend a lil guy a lil hand please? thank you!

Well, knowing ALL cars, as I touched on and shown again and again and again, is a sisyphean task, but I understand that's hyperbole. As far as knowing cars goes, if you really are curious it will just come naturally: the cool thing about cars is they are all around you! So if your experience is anything like mine, you'll just look around until you notice a car you don't know at all, find out what it is (depending on your attitude by sheepishly taking a picture to come ask me to ID it or by shamelessly sprinting towards it to poke around a random car with suspicious enthusiasm) and perhaps look it up then to know just what you're dealing with. At some point, you will know enough to be able to make guesses about the era and sometimes even the brand of what you don't know, making it easier to find them out, and your knowledge will make the newfound piece slot in a more complete puzzle (by knowing some context around the new car).

That and, of course, you'll find sources of information about cars and engage with them because they talk about things that interest and captivate you! I've personally learned a lot from magazines, which have kept me up to speed on new cars as they were coming out -the images of the Juke-R in this post come from the Top Gear Magazine article I learned of it from!- and shows like Top Gear Show (or just Top Gear for friends), which showed me everything from classics like the Hilux to (then) new cars like the Audi RS6 and everything in between like the Caterham Seven -all cars in my wishlist thanks to them!- but now that times are a-changin' a lot of young folks like you are going to get this information from The Internets, whether through online publications like The Autopian (site friend of the blog Jason Torchinsky left other cool site Jalopnik to co-found) or Speedhunters (home of car reportages of indescribable breadth, depth and beauty), or YouTube channels like Doug DeMuro (car reviewer who, despite always being accessible, goes over every last little quirk - if its glovebox handle is in any way unusual you WILL know) or Regular Car Reviews (equally interesting channel much more focused on cars' place and impact in culture and... shall we say peculiar humor) and to a much lesser extent lone madmen posting random stuff on social media, like,,,, uh,,,, wait, lone madmen posting random stuff on social media, I'm sure I knew one such person..... oh right!, Drew Wilson (who posts a worrying amount and variety of incredible used cars for sale on No One Is Calling It X).

But none of those would I call the best way to learn about a car: that'll go to seeing it in person at an event! Of course, you'll be limited by the car selection, which depends on the event's size and location, but any car show, even the ones low on actually interesting cars, is guaranteed to have a bunch of people very enthusiastic about theirs who would LOVE to talk your ear off about it and even show you around!

Pop quiz: what's this one? Hint: not my car!

So I highly encourage you to look for car shows near you and head wherever they may be with a camera and an open mind! Of course, what large events will be near you will depend on where you are, but US-wise, apparently Cars and Coffes are pretty ubiquitous, and if you're lucky enough to be near the right places I cannot begin to recommend Radwood enough. Of course, there are also cool exhibits like friend of the blog Lane Motor Museum, so be on the lookout for those! (if any European wants a list of cool car places or events just submit a post asking!)

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

[phoebehalliwell]

V quick, totally casual, not at all spammy writer's ask thing (i lie with no shame, I'm so undeniably curious about everything on that list, this is the best my restraint has to offer): 8, 10, 17, 21, 25, 30, 32, 33, 41, 55, 56, 59, 69, 70, 74, 75, 79, 80 (What's your process for writing events like AUgust or other events you've done?)

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

here is the smallest piece from a halliwell trudeau fic that i keep in the back of my brain and this is quite literally all that is written for them lol

Penelope walked straight through the door. There was the sound of a lock click, and the door to the apartment swung open. Penelope was already rooting through the living room. Patrica and Phillipa followed. “Lili? What’s the read?” Patricia asked her youngest sister and Penelope disappeared into one of the rooms. Phillipa closed her eyes and outstretched her hands, as if reaching into the energies left behind.

“Nothing great…” she muttered, still focusing.

“Nothing great like you can’t read much,” Penelope called out from one of the rooms, “or nothing great like bad things happened here?”

Phillipa’s eyelids continued to flutter. “Nothing great like bad things happened here.” Her response sat slightly below a normal speaking level. She inhaled as she came back to reality. “I couldn’t get a read on whether or not it’s magical, though,” she said to Patricia. Patricia nodded, still analyzing the room. She hadn’t begun to dig through things yet, that’s not the kind of person she is. She wanted to size a problem up before attacking it.

“Hey, catch,” Penelope said, tossing a small black notebook across the room at Phillipa. Phillipa caught it clumsily, pulling it into her chest to secure it, and flinched. “Nice,” Penelope said, as if complimenting her own handiwork. Patricia rolled her eyes at her.

Phillipa snapped out of her premonition. “Okay, so. Magical,” she said, ready to delve into more detail, but a sound put all three of the sisters on edge. It was faint, coming from the foyer, but resembled a key in a lock and a door swinging open. The three looked at each other. Patricia held up her hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet, and gentle lifted her feet off the ground, floating out of the apartment without making a sound. Penelope and Phillipa followed suit, to the best of their ability.

The girls all met on the landing, peering over the railing down at the lobby below. A man had opened one of the mailboxes and was rooting through it. “Hey,” Penelope whispered, “isn’t that our vic’s mailbox?”

Patricia squinted down, trying to discern, but it was Phillipa who gave confirmation with a small: “What do we do?”

“Hey, jackass, get out of my mailbox!” Penelope yelled, voice bouncing down the stairs.

The guy rooting through the mailbox looked up, the shock painted across his face quickly giving way anger. He grabbed whatever it was in the mailbox and ran.

“Nice going, Penelope!” Patricia scolded, before hopping the railing and beginning a controlled descent down eight flights.

“Yeah, whatever,” Penelope muttered, phasing out and slipping right through the floorboards, landing on the ground level with a thud as faint black wisps pulled themselves back into her trench coat. Patricia’s feet set down gently next to her as the two sisters took off out of the building, chasing the thief.

Phillipa stayed right outside the apartment door, staring at the floor below. “Cool,” she called out after her sisters, “you guys go ahead!” She poked back into the apartment, grabbing a set of keys out of a dish on a table. She sealed the door and locked it, shoving her new key set into her jean pocket. She once again peered down to the lower level. She sighed to herself and began jogging down the stairs.

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

already answered!

17. Do you have a writing routine?

no i wish i don't even have a desk i either write on my couch or tucked into my lil bed i am envious of ursula k le guin's writing routine i want this

21. Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

chaptered!!!! i am tragically addicted to very long stories but am also terrible at finishing anything ever which is why all of my fics are 5/?. this whole AUgust thing is fun tho bc everything gets to be so short i'm just like okay it's done :p

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

already answered!

30. How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

i usually "edit" as a write usually to catch up / return to a fic i'll reread everything i've written so far just to make sure i'm aligned with the vibe and also not forgetting anything that's already happened and while i'm doing that i'll often catch typos and tinker with phrases til i like them more but i wouldn't necessarily call that "editing" per se bc i'm not really doing it To Edit, if that makes sense. with longer pieces, like episodes for warren witches, i put the thing through a reader (i use natural reader) and have my device read it out loud to me because i find it so much easier to catch typos that way <3)

32. Do you take fic requests? Why or why not?

technically yes but also technically no. i'll usually riff on any headcanon that pops into my inbox, but the amount of stories i actually get the energy to write can be few and far between lol. if anyone has any fic requests they are welcome to pop em in my inbox, i just can't guarantee they will get written lol

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

one billion kajillion million words lol! no, i am trying to keep things shorter (because the shorter things are the more likely they are to get an actual ending) (and also i found a weird trend where a lot of my AUgust sit either at 800-899 words or 1,800-1,899 words) (lol) but in general i like writing really really long things teehee

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

i would say my favs to write are probably warren & sheridan because they are i would say probably the most like me and therefore easier to write bc the question is often okay what would i do in this situation. i also like writing guys, specifically dumb guys, because it allows me to get in touch with my guy side (and i am also a very dumb guy). other characters i am very fond of include henry jr, parker, and then i really love writing a good old fashion prue self denial internal monologue or how phoebe argues when she gets really flustered <3

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

i mean a lot of my fics have the same tone i really have one base tone for writing and it is a very casual vibe almost written like a dialogue (which is also why my writing tends to be dialog heavy) with a lot of "like"s and "I mean"s and basically a lot of filler words. there are also a decent amount of turns of phrases (i remember i was talking about melinda and how i am trying to write her voice closer to a voice of a mutual friend and my friend just turned to me and said: she says par for the course. which evidently is not a common phrase?? or something?

i would say a common themes through a lot of my stories is kind of a "coming of age" type concepts, growing in to who you are / figuring out who you want to be, esp in regard to everyone's expectations, bc i feel like a) that is such a universal experience and is a thing A Lot of people can relate to but also b) it fits so well with the source material bc everyone here is like. prophesized about. so it makes it a fun kind of metaphor ig for that whole thing. my friend told me i also seem to litter a lot of water symbolism into my writing but i can't help being a pisces!!

56. Are there any fics that you would change or rewrite if given the chance?

i mean if you've been here a really long time you actually might remember there was an older version of the warren witches that existed i think it was titled charmed generations but i really just wanted to take another strike at it spruce it up a little so i took down the old one (which is still stored in a zip files somewhere on my computer) and just started editing it, which ranged from tinkering a couple scenes to writing in entirely new plotlines + episodes.

59. Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges? If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them?

i mean, i'm doing AUgust this year (even tho i am behind) and many many moons ago i did a grishaverse event (it even predated the tv show haha!) but in general i don't do that many challenges just because i am often not able to keep pace with them lol

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

i actually found this one that's centered around chris & wyatt's youth and their parents raising them i'm really digging it atm....

70. Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

i actually am not! i don't think i am at least. i actually do not read that much fanfiction bc i don't like reading on my phone (i don't like the light element or the endless scroll element it's like. it's like i can't tell where i am in the story and i like being able to see that). that being said i usually sift thru the charmed tag just to see what's new / what people are up to so i'll usually take a gander and those and read what's interesting but no i am very bad with fanfiction lol if anyone has any recs that would be much appreciated

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

i mean probably warren & sheridan bc i think it's such a fun fic but it's very difficult to trick the average joe into reading it bc who even are these ppl and why should i care (this is tbh the most likely fic of mine to end up getting the serial numbers filed off so if you see sharon & warriden in a few years keep ur mouth shut !!)

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

yes, i did not think my prue/cole fic would get that much love and it is actually my post popular fic on ao3! which i think is fun bc they are an underrated couple imo and they need more fics.

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

i mean like obviously the biggest piece of advice anyone can say is just write like duh even if it's bad an incoherent just put words on a page but then my other piece of advice is do!! go get some life experience you know go to the bar and dance and talk to strangers make small talk w ppl in the long line for coffee and if you're thinking "i don't know how!!" i have a couple easy steps for you. if you are a girl talking to another girl at the bar: compliment something she is wearing or has tattooed or something oh my god it's adorable where did you get it? adding the where did you get it not only has the opportunity to start a conversation but you also get to learn to places to shop. if you're a guy idk. how bout them niners. approach someone with a dog hiiii can i say hi to your dog : ) what's his name how old is he how long have you had them? talk about the weather, about the traffic, you know school's starting up! the more you chat with strangers the easier it gets, and the best thing about chatting with strangers is: if you mess up and it gets awkward, you literally never have to see them again!! go chat and live and pick up on little details to sprinkle into your writing. (if you're thinking i would love to do that but i cannot because my anxiety is too bad, i feel you love, i do, but you need a shrink and you need some medication. i did yoga and drank water or whatever but going out on first dates still left my dry heaving over the toilet for like an hour. if your anxiety is debilitating we must kill it!!! everyone's on ssri's it's how all the young ppl bond now <3)

80. What's your process for writing events like AUgust or other events you've done?

so basically i made a separate folder in my google drive it's AUgust and there's the main body where i throw in general fics (such as the genderswap fic and a piper dies fic) and then i have a relationships folder where i put all the ships i'm working on and then i have a next gen folder where i keep my next gen aus. usually the first thing that will be created is the doc and like a run on sentence explaining the au so i can return to it. i hate hate hate writing on my phone just because it's soo difficult to format, so i'll usually write out solely dialogue if i'm jotting down ideas before bed. her pirate originally looked like this!

i also have a list of potential aus in the notes app in my phone it currently has

pipercole fallout

penn introspective

pankou kids

oops all boys

magical morrises

chris is a phoenix and bianca is charmed

pipeoan

so yeah! thank you for all the asks this was super fun ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[weird-dere-fics]

Tw: mention of illness (respiratory)

So i had this dream today (i forgot about it until rn lol)

I dream that I was transfered to this japanes highschool and lived with this girl's apartment, she was the quiet type but also kinda mean (i remeber how she would just look at me with the stink eye)

This girl lived with her mother who was like a cook or something like that and her lil brother (kindergarden age) he had like respiratory issues so he had those mask that help out the oxygen

So here i was, day by day learning the japanese culture and how the education system worked here, studying and going places. I remeber making mistakes and the girl would call me out but teach about what i did wrong (i remeber we had this ceremony and i accidentaly kept poking a student in front of me for some reason XDD???? dude was mad lmao i just kept apologizing)

But lil by lil the girl became nicer with me, the more time passed the more closer the girl and i would get to the point i became a sister to her

And like once we graduated it like jumped to years later and i became like a tourist for the japanese dudes (i was speaking fluent japanese to them)

So i was in the air port receiving the people and welcoming them until i saw the girl again, much older but i recognized her instataneusly(?)

The dream ended up with us hugging each other, happy to see each other again and then i woke up and the first thing i though of it was that could be a series or something

A nice dream, i hope to see her again

Awwwww how sweet :3. I’m so glad you guys ended up being really close ówò. And I hope you two meet again too!

I hope her little brother gets better and I hope her mom is doing well with cooking too uwu.

The whole idea of studying abroad seems so neat but also like scary to me bc I feel like I would always think about how I wouldn’t belong oof. Getting to experience da culture better tho and improve on speaking the language just sounds so tasty I want it so bad :(((((.

Lmao I’m curious about the ceremony where you kept poking that dude? XD

This dream seemed so cool tho, thank u for sharing lovely :3 💋💋💋💋💋.

[bionic-penis]

hey uhm.. I don't know how to tell you this.. but Sk8 has been spreading rumors about you being a groomer among other things on a few servers, mostly through voice chat when they've gotten him talking about artfight. so i was just wondering.. why are you sticking up for someone who spreads heinous rumors about you?

Hi. I has a question. Do you guys think that when someone says "proof" they mean "testimony"? Or are you all just willfully ignorant? Fuck if words alone were enough to condemn someone we'd all be in jail.

No but in all seriousness, this is one of three asks I came home to, all one right after the other (yeah.... that's not curious at all....). Two of which mentioned (alleged) grooming allegations against me. So I think I deserve a lil bit of a long response.

See, the thing is, even if Awodee was saying that about me, I would not change my stance. The fact of the matter is no actual evidence has been provided for the claims made against them. Not in the original journal made by CandyRotten, the subsequent asks sent to an (admittedly) mismanaged drama blog, nor in the asks that have been sent to me regarding the situation (save for the initial ask that just.... linked the "evidence" in the journal???). Even if Awodee DID do what people are claiming they did, you can't claim that someone did something without proof. It sets a horrible precedent and can make it more difficult to help and support victims in the future.

That's not even mentioning the doubts I have that these alleged rumours are even being spread. I have had zero contact with Awodee on any platform and even have them blocked here on Tumblr. The only way they'd know about me is if they found me before the block, or if someone else helped them get my info. Regarding Artfight, Awodee hasn't been active for a month so... yeah I doubt they'd be talking about me in accordance to Artfight (especially since my handle is different there than it is here). Whatever it is, I don't care. It wouldn't make sense considering spreading rumours about someone who is defending them would in turn make themself look worse.

This is all ignoring just how fucking internet-poisoned you have to be to come into a third party's inbox in order to bark at him for false rumours being spread with absolutely zero evidence.

This is the sixth ask out of eight that I've been sent regarding this situation and the fourth one in an inbox of six. All anonymous. All with various levels of aggression. One even posited that I knew Awodee. I haven't been answering those asks because I don't find it productive and because I thought that, given enough time, y'all would leave me the fuck alone. Clearly that is not happening since the first ask I answered was on September 10th meaning it's been almost a month. I'm hesitant to call it harassment but....

For a while it was fine and even a little funny. I would screenshot the ask, send it to a group chat, and me and my friends would take turns poking holes in the arguments presented. It's not funny anymore. The asks I have received have been manipulative, lacking in empathy, and antagonistic. One of the asks I received today even said that they thought it was "kinda hilarious" that I've been (allegedly) accused of being a groomer considering my defense of Awodee.... So you admit false grooming allegations are funny as long as you view the victim of said allegations as someone less than or opposed to you?

Below I've included a screenshot of said ask with full context and image description. Even with this, take it with a grain of salt as screenshots can be faked.

You guys want to stake claim to some kind of moral high ground, but you are so lacking in so many departments you've contradicted your own sense of moral purity. Because if Awodee WAS saying something like this about me, someone who had defended them, wouldn't that make me one of you guys? A victim? Someone who had fallen prey to Awodee's nasty, manipulative behaviour? But instead of compassion or sympathy you come into my inbox with the intention to make me feel bad for my choices. Then again, this isn't the first time I've seen victim-blaming behaviour pop up in this whole situation. Not only that but.... if they're so bad why are you hanging out with them?

But to answer your question: I'm "sticking up" for Awodee because I looked at the evidence, analysed the journal and subsequent asks sent, and came to the conclusion that the evidence was flawed, that the asks were simply testimony (or hearsay in other cases), and that there are other factors clearly at play. Again, even if they are spreading rumours about me I would not change my mind. Even if I hate someone that doesn't mean I can condemn them for something that that haven't been proven to do. That's irresponsible and, again, sets a bad precedent.

TLDR: You have no proof of any of the claims made in this ask, but you are also one of MANY anon's I have received asks from over an extensive period of time. I doubt these rumors are being spread, but even if they were my stance remains unchanged until actual evidence is provided. Also you all fucking suck for trying to turn this shit around on me when I would be the victim in this situation. Also you're bad at evidence.

[justiisms]

*nanu's staring down at a passed out kaito and is gently nudging the boy's side with his foot. the older man just sighs as he doesn't seem any closer to waking up, his sableye picking the boy up and carefully laying him on the couch. he seems sad, even hiding behind nanu when he hears someone approaching! he doesn't want to accidentally scare them too!!*

"I guess you heard all that commotion too, hu? It's partially my fault for leaving my Poké Balls out where anyone can get them, though I think he's learned his lesson in touching things without permission. Isn't that right, old friend?" *he pats the pokémon's head who gives a sad whine in response...*

Phanty had heard the screaming Kaito from his room, but he hadn't set up any surprise scare pranks today, so he was very curious as to who scared Kaito that badly.

Entering the room, he blinks at the sight of a passed out Kaito, but even moreso at the the Sableye he sees hide behind Nanu. "Oh my god." He can't help the amused snort that leaves him when he learns what happened. "Heheh I can imagine the look on his face when this lil guy popped out! Yeah, bet he won't do that again! I wish I was here to see it for myself, heh heh heeeh..."

Snickering, he pokes the astronaut's cheek, before kneeling down to the Sableye. "Aww, it's okay, lil buddy. Don't look so sad, you didn't do anything wrong... that kid is just afraid of literally anything that's supernatural, no matter if it's actually scary or not. In fact, I'm kind of impressed. Normally no one can make him faint and pass out like that: only I can usually do that! I think you and I will be goooood friends. Don'tcha think?"

He winks, of course mostly joking as he also pats its head! "Really though, don't worry: give him some time and he'll wake back up."

[woodrowmueller]

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[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga 😈

this series will probably have more than one part because tumblr only lets me upload ten images per post </3

warning: there are disgustingly long paragraphs in here and delusions

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utahime’s first introduction!  akutami lets us know right off the bat that she thinks gojo is an idiot (so true).

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i love the contrast between miwa and utahime’s reaction to gojo’s appearance.  

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NAH BC TELL ME WHY HE WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO NOT GET HER ONE LMAOOOO!!  when he traveled overseas to meet with yuta, he picked up the tribal protection charms and thought to himself, “let’s get enough for the kyoto students as a gift since i am such a great and caring teacher, after all.  mmm, i should skip utahime to make her mad~”  this guy puts way too much effort into getting on her nerves.  his mind = utahime brainrot

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she’s laughing at him here because he’s getting disciplined for being a lil shit.  i wonder...what would he say if he saw her laughing at him like that?  

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this interaction between them is a little strange don’t you think?   i feel like over the years he’s learned how to pick up her mood based on the way she’s acting towards him.  you’re probably thinking, “well any person can figure out how a person’s feeling based on the way they’re talking or acting.”  yes, that’s absolutely true, but it’s kind of different with this.  she’s acting normal.  utahime has a rather indifferent expression on her face and what she says is spoken in a calm tone, but gojo still asks her if she’s mad at him.  it’s likely that he knows her well enough to be able to notice these subtle things.  even if she wasn’t actually mad at him, he was being considerate for a split second, then he went and said, “of course.  i didn’t do anything wrong and all.”  what a guy LOLOL.  to me, this implies that maybe he made her genuinely angry in the past to the point where he realized that he went too far, and thus decided to be more careful of her feelings.  she has definitely gotten annoyed at him so many times after that so whenever she seems angry, he probably asks himself if he took it too far.  i’m curious to see if he can pick up if she’s upset with something that’s not involving him.  would he console her?  how does gojo satoru console someone?  

despite him always annoying her, she’s still courteous and brings him a cup of tea during their talk.  she didn’t have to go out of her way to get tea for him but she did.  that’s the kind of person utahime is.  a kind and caring woman who would never put her students in danger.  in the anime they were sitting far away and not facing each other like they’re doing in the manga.  she also has her own tea cup.  i think that little panel of her placing the cup down on the table and him picking it up to take a sip is a nice little detail.  it just proves that her hating him most of the time isn’t actually pure hatred but annoyance because of his shenanigans and teasing.

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i touched upon this a little bit in my previous post, but i wish to go more in depth about this panel.  first of all, he ends the sentence with her name twice.  two times too many, mr. gojo.  i like how they can be serious with each other too LOL.  i wish we got to see them talk about the traitors because they did figure it out together after all.  does it always end in bickering?  can they interact with each other like adults all the way through?  somehow, i feel like that’s not possible when it comes to these two.  furthermore, notice how gojo confides in utahime about his suspicions.  from what we know, she is the first person he brought it up to.  i mean, i guess he has to start investigating the schools and would need extra assistance to save time, but he could have done it himself if he really wanted to.  by deciding to ask for her help we know that he thinks she’s trustworthy, smart, and strong enough to face whatever considerable risks this task may entail.  

i didn’t point this out in my other posts but see how he makes a hand sign in the last panel when she throws the cup at him?  gojo is manually activating his infinity.  why though?  about a year after the whole star plasma vessel incident happened, gojo develops the ability to keep his infinity up at all times by using the reversed curse technique to consistently heal himself to prevent exhaustion.  this means that it really makes no difference whether he leaves it on or off.  there are a few times where we can witness someone actually touching gojo.  for example, yuuji giving him a hug.  did he turn his infinity off, or was it able to deduce that yuuji was not a threat?  the erasers and pencils shoko and geto threw at him during his demonstration of his new ability aren’t dangerous normally, but is it the speed that makes them dangerous?  even if it did hit him, it wouldn’t hurt.  how does the infinity know when to allow an incoming object to touch gojo?  i believe it is up to gojo himself to let things touch him; his infinity restricts anything and anyone.  some people say it could just be the fact that water is not dangerous to him, so therefore, he has to manually put his infinity up.  i thought this was a reasonable explanation as to why he put up the hand sign when the tea was thrown at him, but then i realized that it couldn’t be.  remember the second opening?  it’s raining and everyone is carrying an umbrella, then it pans to gojo with a bouquet in his hand and rain drops slipping off his infinity.  if he DID manually put his infinity up to prevent getting soaked then that implies that he chose to turn his infinity off.  you can argue and say that jujutsu high is a safe place with students so there’s no need to have his infinity there, but do you remember when he stepped on the ants in front of gakuganji and yaga?  the ants were perfectly fine after which insinuates that his infinity prevented his shoes from crushing the ants.  he most likely had his infinity on during the baseball game even though he was in a safe environment.  how does this long tangent relate back to utahime?  well, it simply indicates that gojo trusts utahime so much to the point where he can be vulnerable around her.  turning off his infinity symbolizes completely letting down his guard  in a way.  

how about what happens next?  utahime throws the tea at him, he turns on his infinity to deflect it, and he responds with, “scary!  hysteric women aren’t popular, you know!”  why would he even say that LMAO??  utahime doesn’t even try to deny what he said either.  she just hits him with the good old, “i am your senpai!”  could it be that he’s trying to poke fun of her relationship status?  maybe, maybe not.  doesn’t he like people a lil crazy?  he did say that all jujutsu sorcerers have to be a little crazy because they’re willing to put themselves in danger constantly.  

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i wonder who he’s thinking of when he said that.  could it be utahime?  it seems like he’s reminiscing or thinking about someone.  he wears an amused expression on his face as he laughs - almost like he’s seen his fair share of how scary women can get :>>

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the pattern behind gojo and utahime is called yagasuri “fletching,” a traditional japanese design.  this design is inspired by arrow fletching.  it's a lucky charm for weddings and other celebrations since it's based on the Japanese belief that an arrow shot once never comes back.  brides were given kimonos with this pattern for good luck during the edo era (1603–1868) to ensure they would not have to return to their original family home.  this pattern can have numerous meanings such as steadfastness or determination to achieve a goal, or a wish for the happiness of the bride.  there is a belief that a bow and arrow represent the fight against evil.  honestly, this meaning fits the narrative of the story.  utahime and gojo are unearthing the traitors that are feeding intel to the curse users and cursed spirits.  they are in the middle while the kyoto students surround them, which could mean that it’s their job as adults to protect these children from the grasps of evil slowly making itself more prominent.  do you also notice that the arrows are pointed toward utahime from gojo?  from all the images i’ve seen, the arrows are usually pointed downward.  what could this mean?  is gojo trying to protect her (in the future (?)) or does he have a big fat crush smh...

i think it’s a good time to mention utahime’s clothing.  she’s wearing miko attire.  miko are shrine maidens who were once thought to be shamans (you connecting the dots?).  in their service to shrines, miko used to perform spirit possession and takusen (in which the possessed person acts as a "medium" (yorimashi) to communicate the divine will or message of that kami (god) or spirit; also included in the category of takusen is "dream revelation" (mukoku), in which a kami appears in a dream to communicate its will).  this was back in the old days, of course.  to become a miko back then (shaman), one needed to have potential.  neurosis, hallucinations, odd behavior, and hysteria (HYSTERIA HELLO???) are some of the signs that a person is being called to shamanism.  when a miko is communicating with a kami (god) or spirit by acting as a medium, she is in a trance-like state, and so she must learn techniques to control herself when this happens.  chanting and dancing were used to accomplish this, so the girl was taught melodies and intonations that were used in songs, prayers, and magical formulas.  all of this could give us insight about utahime’s technique and explains why she’s good at singing :)  maybe she can’t control herself when she uses her technique which is why she isn’t shown using it because it should be used for dire situations.  i imagine being possessed by a spirit or god must consume a lot of cursed energy.  it makes sense that utahime and gakuganji wear traditional clothing.  they’re the staff of jujutsu high’s kyoto branch.  in chapter 0, kyoto is known as the sacred land of jujutsu.  it’s more traditional compared to tokyo.  if you want to learn more about miko, you should check out the wikipedia page!  

chapter 34

i swear he tries to annoy her every chance he gets.  i bet he sets a goal for himself to see how many times utahime lectures him about respecting his seniors every time he’s within the same vicinity as her.  at least he called her utahime-sensei!!!

chapter 40

this isn’t even a gojohime moment tbh...i just wanted to share a pic of them sitting next to each other HEHE.  why are they sitting next to each other anyway?  it’s not like they have assigned seating.

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that was so long and i apologize for the gargantuan paragraphs you guys had to read through.  i’m writing this at 4 in the morning and i’m feeling borderline delirious so i apologize if there are any errors.  i’ll edit this when i have time <3

the next part should come shortly.

[zombeegrll]

Bitch, you thought. Ep 2

Bully!Gojo x Black!Chubby!fem!reader ( Geto is involved but not that much )

Ep 1 link

Synopsis: You just transferred to the closest high school to your new house as a senior. While settling in your local school. Some people became interested in you. You're just a bit...peculiar. But the one that is most curious is Satoru. ANd his ways to try to get away with you is also ...peculiar too.

Warnings: Nsfw ( not full-on smut but undertones.), bullying, manipulation, swearing, smoking, manhandling, teasing, power control, Modern Au, threatening, knifes

^ these warnings do not all apply to each episode on its own but to the series itself.

MINORS DNI

This week was some shit. Every time I walk into the hallways after classes, I'm always met with gojo and his posse, sneering at me. I can feel their eyes lingering on my body. And sometimes, just sometimes, one of them has enough courage to say something like, "aye Mami, shake a lil sum for me?"

Or they would loudly whisper,

"I wonder what sounds she makes in bed?" Now, being sexually objectified every time I fucking breathe isn't the only thing that wanted to make me want to rip my hair out. Most of the girls here are some A-1 bitches. I have been bullied before by women and it's nothing compared to when guys bully other guys. Yeah, it can become physical with a girl but that's not all. It can be so underhand and under the radar.

And if you look different than the bunch, you can easily become the next target. It's the constant snorting every time I walk past a group of girls or the notes on my desk saying that they will order me a salad for lunch. I looked behind me to see who wrote the letter but I see all of them laughing, snickering at me.

"How about you all stop reflecting your insecurities on me and go see a therapist, hm?" you asserted.

The laughing usually comes to a halt after you insult them and you usually look away from the girls and throw the note behind you, hitting one of the girl's head.

One day, maybe Wednesday, you met a girl named Eris. She had tanned skin and brown eyes to match. Her hair was curly and perfectly framed her face. A feature that really stood out to you was her long straight lashes and the freckles that added to her face.

you saw her walking to the lunch table you sat at. She had a friend beside her smiling innocently. you felt comfortable.

" Hi! my name is Eris and this is Selene. We noticed you were new here and just wanted to get to know you" She exclaimed. Selene confirmed with a simple nod.

" uh sure? Yall can sit here if yall want."

They both gave me a toothy smile and sat down across from me.

We talked about everything and nothing. Eris seemed like she could talk about anything for hours while Selene listened compliantly, adding giggles and pleased grins in the middle of our conversation. They were a fresh breath of air. If I haven't met them I would be kicking a bitch in the face at the moment. Our short conversation ended with a quick exchange of phone numbers.

" Call us anytime! Were planning on going to a party and even though e just met, we really want you to join us" Eris exclaimed.

" Yup, could be fun with you. You have a different energy than the other girls here at (name) high, I just can't put my finger on it yet" Selene murmured.

You chuckle at their honesty. You can say you are different. They will know why soon you thought.

-

You're now getting ready for this party Eris --and even Selene --been chatting your ear off about. You slip on your dress while shouting at the speaker phone on your 3-way call, " This set is giving, to be honest, hehe."

" can't wait to see it bub" Eris shouted back.

"mhm!" Selene exclaimed loudly.

You eye your body in the mirror, admiring how your curves were so alluring like you were some sort of seductress. Shamelessly poking your ass out and swaying your hips to see your outfit in action.

The secret was,

You were a big party girl. Emphasis on big. You were a City Girl, infamous in Maryland for your shenanigans when the street lights shine. The night was your best bitch and you were about to show that at the party. Usually, these house party ends up you high as shit dancing for some store owners or sneaking in some club accompanying some random ass DJ.

"Let's try to be a bit civil tonight," you say to yourself in the mirror.

You look at your hair to see if it still looks good from the last time you looked: also give your french tips a peek too.

" You almost here S? (nickname for Selene)"

"Yup, Just picked up Eris, 5 mins away, ill honk when I'm here since your mom is at work."

"Okay, see yall soon haha"

You hung up the phone and grab your star-shaped purse, putting the bag over your broad shoulders. You caught a glimpse of yourself in your vanity mirror again a mummered,

"This is gonna be fun."

You soon sprint down the stairs to the front door. As you turn back around to punch in the security alarm pin, you hear a car rolling up at the curb. Suddenly turning around, you see a Black Range Rover and hear a singular hotel coming out of it.

You let out a toothy grin and yelled "Eris better not already called shotgun!!" as you practically jump into the back seat. The group laughed as Selene drove off, heading to the party.

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(here is some music to read through the party scene !! all on Spotify btw)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 ( They all gonna make you get up and dance and at some point, I promise ya)

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We arrived.

As Selene parked the car in the much-occupyed parking lot, I can hear <3

practically spilling out the house.

" NOPE, this my song!! Hurry up Selene, whip this car so we can get inside!!" you shout from the backseat, clawing at the driving and passenger headrest, waiting for your reserved friend to finish parallel parking.

When she finally sets the car to par, you jump out of the car excitedly. The artificial streetlights bathed your skin while you squeal for them to get out. Too excited for your own good. They both finally get out of the car, clutching their matching Nine west purses as Eris exclaims,

" Cmon bub, let's see you shake sum ass haha" she chuckled jokingly.

You put your hand on your mouth to hold in your laugh and laughed, " Why do you sound like a whole nigga saying that?"

They all laughed while walking into the house. There were LEDs everywhere giving a party atmosphere--definitely worked. Bodies clung together but most were in groups staring at others. Too scared to move.

And since this was your song, you grabbed a nearby wine bottle and started to dance with your new friends.

Suddenly, people were eying the group. "Who are they?"

"Never seen the girl in black around.."

"She moves so...wow."

When the hook dropped, you're already letting your friend uck it up behind you as you twerk on her. Drink in your hand and throwing up the other.

You needed this.

You were aware of the stares, the whispers, the encouragement from the other party-goers. That just makes the night more fun. But you weren't aware of something, sorry, someone.

Gojo Satoru.

He was chilling with a bottle of 'yac and talking about...god knows what. But he heard someone, someone louder than the music for a bit. He heard people cheering and shouting "damn girl fuck it up!" followed by a giggle.

He looked over with his group to see...you.

Flaunting your ass on a girl he didn't know. The way you were so confident filled him with this unknown mixed feeling. He definitely thought you were so sexy as you dance with your friends--but--usually girls like you, well so he thought, would be looking at him by now, trying to get his attention. He is so confused how you don't see him eyeing you down like a wolf, wanting to ruin you right there.

You were just having fun, interrupting smoke sesh to snag blunts, prancing around other dancers without partners, trying to lighten their evening. you felt welcomed.

He hated that.

He pictured you to feel so vulnerable and alone if you came here. Silently watching others and not knowing what to do with yourself. He hated how you can handle yourself confidently simply because he has never seen it before.

He still wanted to see if you can be that way for him

he wants to break you.

But would you even let him?

Geto appears beside Gojo, beer in hand and blunt in other " that grl you been teasing is really doing a number over there... might need to introduce myself-"

"She wouldn't let you get the chance. You have always been next to me as I teased her. She knows your face" gojo is exasperated, frustrated on how your not clawing at him, wanting his attention.

Getou laughed lowly, patting Gojo in the back from his extremely possessive remark.

"let's see shall we?" he chuckled, leaving his drink on the counter as he walks in your direction.

Gojo is furious but waits till-- if you are bored of him.

As Getou walks over to you and a group of people smoking and snorting, the song changes <3.

You jump up and sing-song the intro of the song and when the beat dropped, you settle back down.

You are high as shit.

Eris and Selene, also in the circle, Laughed at your newfound excitement through the weed. as you sway your voluptuous hips while a mid-finished blunt sit on your lips, you feel a looming figure over you. You turn around to see that same man Gojo always be next to you. You blew put pupils can his face and made a confused look.

" Whatcha want man bun?" you shouted to pierce the music.

He suddenly acted like he was hurt from your comment then chuckled lowly " Jus' wanted to say you good tonight darlin' "

"Don't I always?" you questioned, but not really waiting for an answer.

You already knew the answer.

To be honest, Geto expected you to be swooning over that compliment. But you weren't. It was nothing different than the usual shit you're spat at every day.

He's not any different.

You look at him with a more confusing look followed by a 'get away weirdo' look in your eyes. He scoffed and walked away like he just didn't get rejected. When he was close enough to Gojo he growled, "What a fucking brat." Slamming don his hand on the counter, taking a swig of his beer.

"Told you" He chuckled.

He watched you until you got up and headed for the upstairs, taking a drag of your blunt. He licked his lips while following you,

" ugh, I need to freshen up" you murmur to yourself, fiddling with the hem of your skirt as you make your way to the bathroom. As soon as you turn the doorknob to open the door, you feel two cold hands gripping your waist pushing you into the bathroom with force. You try to pry the cold thick fingers off your body and try to turn around, but they're not letting you.

" What in the actual fuck? get off me loser!" you scream.

You hear a low chuckle and a hand was lifted from your waist, only to hear a door lock.

This gives you some time to move and see who is doing this, and when you did, all you see is the white-haired bastard's eyes boring into your body, then soon your pissed-off face. A small smirk started to grow on his lips as he looked at your face.

"Scared?"

"Pissed. Leave me an alone dipshit."

Suddenly, you try to kick him but it was unsuccessful, somehow he blocked you?

" Finally, I got you all to myself. Isn't what you wanted me to do Y/n? You wanted me to chase after you instead?" He squeezes the exposed skin of your waist tightly, unconsciously making you closer to his body. The bathroom was tiny, with barely any space to breathe, think, or process anything.

" what are you talking about Gojo" you questioned. Have you seriously been giving this dude signs? Nah. He's just fucking delusional.

You never really were interested in dating people, yeah maybe a good fuck buddy is cool but nothing more. Relationships are draining in your opinion, and mess with your mentee.

You laugh and look at him with an amused look, confusing the blue-eyed boy.

"You thought..I liked you? HAHAHA! Gojo I barely even know you! And so far I got.." You made some distance and counted with your fingers,

" 1. A-1 asshole 2. Total creep 3. Total sadist by heart and 4. anger issues." you chuckle at him and wiggle your fingers at his face. You could tell he was annoyed at your confident state. That you didn't just accept his attraction and make the best outta it.

" Also..." you grow closer, staring at his ocean orbs. " If i did even think about you, It wouldn't be dating you ... it'd be just using you. You being my personal dildo hehe."

He stepped back trying to understand what you said.

" Just...fuck buddies? That's all? Not gonna fall in love w me or nun?"

" You're a jerk, would never think about it. But you are attractive and could use that to your advantage."

"oh and.." You firmly grabbed the bulge through his pants, making him groan into your touch, " Don't ever touch me again without permission. I'm not your little slave mkay?" he whispered in his ear. When you let go of his sore hard-on, you unlocked the door and left, leaving the confused boy in there alone.

'I just need to break her'

' need her to beg for me'

[itsallyscorner]

just like magic with marvel cast, the vibe is----- a perfect song for a lil b*tch with a good heart and a sarcastic mouth

just like magic is the song we ALL need for 2020😌 Start manifesting ya’ll🖤 Also thank you sm for the request I am so so sorry this took so freakin’ long😭 Love u, happy reading🖤🖤 Tried to add my own lil twist to your request:)

(A lil different from the request, but I tried to make the reader have a bit sas.)

💌.

just like magic

Growing up within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was probably one of things you were most grateful for. When you first started out you weren’t that social. You were new to the business, you didn’t know anybody and you were intimidated by every single actor you crossed paths with.

At first you didn’t feel like you fit in. You felt as if you were a burden to everyone else. You barely talked to anyone which made the others approach you out of force by the Russos. Everyone around you was talented while you were just some newcomer who had jack shit as experience. The first few years you were insecure of yourself mentally and physically. You weren’t as pretty or fit as the other women in the MCU nor did your skills live up to theirs. Which led to some unhealthy habits. Plus there were haters and movie critics who would say horrible things about you and your acting.

You had a rocky start unlike Tom Holland and even Lexi Rabe. Until one day when you realized that you had to change how you were thinking. It took you a while but all that negative thinking you were doing was only bringing you negative energy. So when you had a break from filming movies, your number one goal was to improve yourself.

Wake up in my bed, I just wanna have a good day (Mmm, ah)

Think it in my head, then it happens how it should, ayy

Twelve o'clock, I got a team meeting, then a meditation at like 1:30

Then I ride to the studio listening to some shit I wrote (Oh)

You woke up with smile on your face in a sense of calmness. The sun shined bright hues into your room as you got up from your bed. Today was the first day back on set. You guys were finally filming Civil War and you were honestly so excited. As you did your morning routine, you went over how the day would go in your head. You’re genuinely excited to see the entire cast. It has been almost half a year since you’ve seen everyone and you couldn’t wait to be back.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Compared to the previous year, you looked and felt healthy. Your eyes shined and you looked well relaxed. You know like one of those face cleanser commercials? That’s how you felt. You felt like a breath of fresh air.

The ride to the studio took a good 30 minutes but it felt like seconds. You entered the set with a new sense of confidence and pride. The energy was practically radiating off you.

“(Y/n)?” You hear someone call from behind you. You turn around and see Scarlett looking at you.

“Hey!” You greet her as you approach her. You pulled her into a hug, startling her.

“Oh! Hello to you too, honey.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around you. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great! Life’s been good.” You answer as a toothy grin graces itself on your face. Scarlett’s eyes are filled with shocked. From the previous times she’s talked to you she’s never seen you so loud or open. You were always shy and closed off from everyone on set.

Good karma, my aesthetic (Aesthetic)

Keep my conscience clear, that's why I'm so magnetic

Manifest it (Yeah), I finessed it (I finessed it)

Take my pen and write some love letters to Heaven

Eventually everyone on set caught on to your new attitude. Though they tried to be discreet about their reactions and shocked expressions, you could still see how they were caught off guard by your sudden change of nature.

Anthony watched as you conversed with Elizabeth and Scarlett on the couch in Robert’s “village” . You were probably the most smiliest person in the room beating Evans, who was eating his lunch.

“She’s like different. But in a good way. It’s like she’s bloomed.” Anthony thought out loud to the men beside him. Chris (E) and Sebastian look in your direction.

“Bloomed?” Chris snorted as he swallowed his food.

“Yeah, like she’s growing into a woman.” Anthony hummed proudly as he went back to his own lunch. Sebastian smiled at you, “I think she’s gained some confidence in herself and finally realized how good of a person she is.”

“If she’s finally realized that, I’m glad she did. She’s like a ball of sunshine, it’s adorable.” Chris smiled proudly at you as your hands move around animatedly while explaining some story to the two women in front of you.

“Y’all think it’s a boy?” Anthony wondered. Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend. Before he can even respond Anthony is calling you over. You approach the men with a smile and take a seat beside Sebastian.

“What’s up?” You greet them. Chris nods at you as he chews on his sandwich. Sebastian greeting you with a quiet “hey”.

“So who’s the lucky man?” Anthony asks teasingly. Your brows knit together head tilting to the side.

“Man?”

“Yes man, or boy, whatever. Who’s got you feelin’ yourself, (y/n).” Anthony wiggles his brows as he shimmies closer to you. Sebastian, who’s in between you two, cringes at the man to his left.

You didn’t take any offense to the question, knowing that everyone was curious as to why you were so unlike yourself.

You chuckled before smirking at the older man, “Anthony, honey. I don’t need a man to be feelin’ myself. I did this on my own.”

Chris and Sebastian’s mouth drop at your answer. Chris laughed as he pointed out Anthony’s face. Sebastian slung an arm around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug as he laughed with Chris.

“To be fair” Chris began to say but started to laugh, “To be fair, you deserved that.” Anthony’s face went flushed as he nodded to himself. You suddenly felt bad that you put him on the spot.

“Alright, stop laughing at him.” You playfully glare at Chris and Seb. You poke Anthony’s arm, “To answer your question, I’ve just been working on myself. Thinking more positively, I even tried manifestation.”

“You know what, that’s good. You’re taking care of yourself mentally and physically. I’m proud of you for doing this for yourself, we all are.” Anthony tells you as he motions to the two other men.

You look at all three of them, all of them looking at you with pride, “Thanks guys.”

Just like magic (Baby), just like magic (Oh yeah)

Middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it

Just like magic (Yeah), I'm attractive (Oh yeah)

I get everything I want 'cause I attract it (Oh)

As the months passed, the more you evolved into another version of you. You walked with determination, carried yourself with such grace and you’ve gained confidence in your career. You didn’t let your insecurities get to you, instead you faced them and overcame them. You were tired of letting them control you.

Your change in attitude and perspective on life has definitely affected your life in many ways. Manifestation was one of the things that have helped you the most. Writing about your goals and putting that energy out to the world has helped you persevere in your job. You’ve only faced good karma; sending out positive energy and receiving it back from the universe.

So far you’ve been casted in two new projects and have a campaign lined up with Gucci. If you were told a year ago that you’d be working with big time directors and freakin’ Gucci, you wouldn’t have believe them. Life has been unreal ever since you decided to change your life around. But of course you had to thank your Marvel family, without them and their support you probably wouldn’t haven gotten to where you were today.

Looking at my phone, but I'm tryna disconnect it (Oh yeah)

Read a fuckin' book, I be tryna stay connected (Yeah)

Say it's tricky at the top, gotta keep a slim ego for a thick wallet

Losing friends left and right, but I just send 'em love and light (Oh)

As many people recognized your success many people still tried to pull you down. Some fans on social media have noticed your change in behavior and have even praised you for practicing self care. While others still tried to push you off the mountain of success you were currently on and drag you across the ground.

These were the reasons as to why you were barely on your phone anymore. You used to be invested in your phone but after realizing how much negativity it brought you, you’ve decided to slowly disconnect from it. Which led you to becoming more interested into books.

Chris (E) had even brought some of his favorite arts of literature for you to borrow. You were currently on your third book of his, Sapiens A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. You were sitting outside your trailer in a fold up chair under the shade. Your peacefulness was interrupted by Tom (Holland) who had a worried expression on his face.

“Have you not seen it yet?” He asked you as soon as he was in front of you. Being the two most youngest actors on the current set, you guys were closer to each other than with the adults.

“Seen what, Tommy?” You put a finger in between the pages you were reading to save your spot. Tom pulls his phone out and began to type. He tapped on his screen and turned the screen to you.

“She’s been talking crap about you for days.” You read the article and saw that one of your “friends”, Sabrina has been speaking out about your success and how it’s changed you as a person.

“She’s going off about how the more money you get in your wallet, the more bratty and arrogant you become.” He grumbled as he turned his phone off.

“I could care less, honestly. I know I haven’t done anything to her and if I did I was unaware of it. Plus, she stopped talking to me after I said I couldn’t get her a part in a movie.” You shrugged as you placed a proper bookmark in the book.

“You’re not upset?”

“I mean it’s sad that she’s acting so two faced. But if that’s how she wants to roll, then be my guest. It’s her loss, not everyone has great taste.” You flicked a piece of hair away from your face with your hand.

“You’re not gonna release a statement against her?”

“No, probably just wish her well with her life and move on with my own.” You answered much to Tom’s dismay.

Redesign your brain, we gon' make some new habits

Just like magic (Just like magic), just like magic

Filming has officially ended a few months ago and now you guys were doing press tour for Civil War. Before you were the new and improved version of yourself, you dreaded press tours. Some interviewers were nice and respectful, but there were those who would ask inappropriate questions and were just rude in general. All you could remember during those past tours was wanting to leave those rooms as soon as possible.

The q&a panel at New York had a packed room. There were many journalist crowded in the room shoulder to shoulder. You were sat in between Elizabeth and Scarlett, two of the women who have been guiding you and teaching you about life as a woman in the business. They were also like your older sisters.

The panel had been going smoothly for the first half hour until a man with a snobby face and cocky demeanor approached the mic.

“Hello, I’m Keith and my question’s for (y/n).” He began. You nodded in his direction, motioning for him to continue.

“I think everyone’s noticed how you’ve changed and developed as a person. Obviously something’s changed in your life. So I want to know if you’ve had any intimate relationships with any of the men in the cast?” You were surprised at the man’s question. First it was bold of him to ask such a question and second it was just disrespectful to you and the others on the cast.

“I mean someone’s gotta be fucking you good to make you crawl out your shell.” The man finished shrugging nonchalantly. Robert was about to interject but your mouth was quicker than his. The men of the cast were disgusted at the man while they sat at the edge of their seats.

“Well last time I checked my contract, my job was to act, not sleep around with the men who are part of these movies.” You spoke into the mic. All the attention was on you while the room was at a standstill.

“It’s also very upsetting that you think a girl needs to be fucked in order to be confident in herself. I hate to break it to you but women are completely capable of turning their lives around without the help of men and that says a lot about you, sir. So if I were you, I’d take myself back to my seat and rethink my life because if one of us has to redesign our brains it’s you.” You finished as you placed your mic on your lap. The room was silent until the cast began to clap. This was your first time standing up for yourself, usually Robert or Scarlett would swoop in and save you but this time, you were saving yourself.

You shook your head as you blushed, shoving your head in your hands. You felt some pats on the backs and cheers from your dysfunctional family. You look up and see Scarlett and Elizabeth smiling at you proudly.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Robert asked the crowd as he hugged you. The crowd cheering you on.

Just like magic, your life felt like a dream come true, knowing that you were worth it and enough for the people around you and for yourself.

[melo-yello]

📚School Struggles📚 w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku💥🪨 HeadCanons

Pairings: KiriBaku X Black!Reader

Summary: College AU! Reader falls behind in course work, and won’t tell anybody. But Kirishima and Bakugou find out.

A/n: I’m an adult who went most of my life with undiagnosed learning disabilities so this would just be comforting to me. Lil angst! Lots of fluff. Implied ADHD and Dyslexia.

📕🖊 First tests are handed back in four of your eight classes.You’ve failed all but one which you barely passed. You are asked stay back as yet another professor suggests you find a tutor

📕🖊You’re lowkey offended. You’ve never needed a tutor before. Up until recently your performance in other areas compensated for your less than stellar academics. You were in gifted courses all your life. You would just hafta try harder

📕🖊 Kiri and Baku are saving a spot in line for you by the time you meet them at the cafe when you shove the thoughts of failure out of your brain and perk up to your usual self

📕🖊 Kiri’s face lights up as soon as he spots you. “Over here, Babe!” He beams flagging you down. Like it was hard to make out the giant red head in a crowd. Especially with the large lean, continuously pissed blonde scowling at everyone right by his side.

📕🖊 “Hey,Dumbass.” Baku smiles slightly and pulls a hand from his pocket to offer you a hug and a kiss on the temple

📕🖊 Kiri pulls you by your waist into his torso kissing your forehead “What took you so long?” He asks letting you free from the vice grip he had on your curvy hips

📕🖊 “I got a lil turned around again.” You lie pulling Bakugou’s free hand into yours then lean into his shoulder. There’s something very comforting about how warm he is all the time. You wanted to snuggle into his back but PDA really isn’t his thing and you are already pushing it

📕🖊 “It’s a big campus, Teddy, you just have to get used to it. You just transferred. Me and Eiji can take turns walking you from class to class until you get the hang of it, you know?” Baku says trying to read your eyes. He could just feel something is off. Your box braids and the angle itself saves you from any further scrutiny.

📕🖊“You guys, gotta be pretty sprung to do that for me, ya know.” You quip smirking up at him then over to Kiri. “Fuck you too, Teddy Bear.” Baku huffs smirking *maybe he was wrong, unlikely* “Yea basically, Pebs. Liking who you date is super manly.” Kirishima laughs grabbing his tray.

📕🖊 You three finally sit in a small wrap around booth. Bakugou taking the middle spot today. You do your best to not zone out and hyper fixate on your test scores by making sure to laugh at Kiri’s jokes and nod along with Baku’s venting

📕🖊 You slide your fork in and out of your picked over food as you strategize how to fix your current problem without alerting your boyfriends. Before you knew it your table is quiet with two crimson gazes fixed on you

📕🖊 “You’re quiet today, L/n.” Bakugou says fixing you with a deeply fierce gaze which was his way of looking concerned. Sharpness of your actual name drew you from your thoughts in a instant. “Hmmm I think Kats has a point, L/n Y/n.” Kirishima says in between slurps of his smoothie. His red eyes practically dripping with curious concern

📕🖊 You make a quick split decision between the truth and charm. “Wow, my government. I must be in real big trouble.” You pout trying to flirt your way out of a more serious conversation. You poke out your plush bottom at Kiri while slipping a hand onto Baku’s inner thigh and gently squeezing before hitting him with the same seductive pout

📕🖊 Big Mistake!😳 Bakugou’s vermillion eyes widen before becoming instantly stern as he grips your wrist tight enough to hurt. “The fuck are you doing?!! I was being serious, Y/n! And in public?!! You’re fucking priceless!” The ash blonde hisses with angry pink cheeks. Guilt washes over you when you snatch your wrist back. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to...talk about it.” You mumble. “Then use your fucking words!” 😤 Bakugou kisses his teeth and stands so Kiri lets him out. “He’s just a little embarrassed, Pebble. I needa talk him down. You can find your next class right?” He sighs watching Baku storm out

📕🖊 “Yea. I’m sorry. Tell him, Kiri. Please.” You squeak sheepishly grabbing your stuff. “He knows but I will. He’s mad about other stuff.” He nods following after Bakugou

📕🖊 It’s intimidating to compete with their history at times. You couldn’t bring yourself to just dump all your issues on them

📕🖊 You’ve only been dating since summer and Kiri and Baku have been dating since their senior year in high school year. You guys are starting your junior year and are still learning each other.

📕🖊 You get lost a couple times before finding the right building. The noise in your head going nearly at light speed to wrap all the problems you’re having. The professor passes the test you’d spent majority of last night and early morning studying for. You felt confident until it was in your hands.

📕🖊 You chew the pen top trying to finish up the last 7 short answer questions when then alarm for 5 minutes left is given. You panic not even having started the true false section on the last page. You scribble down answers just as time up is announced across the classroom

📕🖊 Defeat washes over while you shuffle out the door. You reach in your pocket to dig out the card for Student Accomidation Services your World Civ professor gave you. Maybe this was something simple as a “processing problem” as she had explained when you visited her during office hours

📕🖊 A throat clearing pulls you from your thoughts. You jump stuffing both hands into your jeans card and all. Bakugou stood unreadable propped up on a wall only a few steps away from you. “Eiji, thinks we need to talk about the cafe. Plus he doesn’t get out of lab til 3:45, so you’re kinda stuck with me.” Bakugou mumbles offering his palm as an olive branch.

📕🖊 “He’s probably right. I don’t mind just you, Tuff Guy. I really am sorry though, Katsuki.” You sigh interlocking your fingers with his. “I know, Teddy. I wasn’t really mad about that anyways.” Baku concedes as you two stroll down the hall. “I didn’t hurt your wrist earlier, did I?” Baku asks softly opening the door and meeting your eyes with gentle concern. “Nah, You didn’t, King Explosion Murder.” You laugh giving his hand a firm squeeze before kissing it

📕🖊 The walk to your dorm is quiet and peaceful. He lets you settle your school bag before speaking again “I just feel like you’re still trying to hide parts of yourself from us, especially me,” He says looking into your eyes now, “Like you’ve been pulling back. Eijirou thinks I’m looking too deep, but I doubt it. I know I can be a little rough and mean sometimes...well a lot of the times. I’m not easy to get along with. But you know you can talk to us when you’re upset or if something bothering you... if I’m bothering you. I don’t like you feeling like you have to pretend to be ok if you’re not.” Baku finishes crossing his arms tightly across your chest.

📕🖊 You dig your nails into your palms mercilessly. You open your mouth to reply and reassure him but the words won’t come. Baku notices what you’re doing to your hands and steps closer to take them into his. He rubs slow circles into the backs of them. Hot tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you try to find your voice. “Kats, I’m...I didn’t me...I...Of course you’re not what’s bothering me.” you croak out just as tears roll down your face and Baku pulls you to his chest.

📕🖊 Your breathing hitches and you just let yourself be disappointed, confused, frustrated, and upset about the last month and a half of struggling and wondering why you couldn’t tell anybody and why no one was even noticing. But He did. Baku had noticed. He rocks gently as you tremble in his arms rubbing firm circles in your lower back.

📕🖊 You two stay like that for what seems forever. Once your breathing evens out Baku’s hold relaxes. He kisses both your temples.You reluctantly let go , so you can pull wrinkled failing test pages from your backpack. “Please don’t laugh at me, Suki.” You peep placing the cause of your meltdown in his hands not attempting to have your puffy eyes met his red ones. Lifting your chin so you’re looking him in the eyes. “Come on, Teddy Bear. I wouldn’t dare.” He nods with the most serious face

📕🖊 Bakugou is quiet for a while as he leafs through the exam papers. “Why didn’t finish any of them?” He asks “Time. I’m a slow reader.” You mutter back. “I’ve seen you doing homework for two of these courses and passing those, what’s happening?” Baku says staring in disbelief at the scores at the top of each exam.

📕🖊 You swallow the lingering fear of judgement. You place a hand at your temple to remind yourself of Baku’s earlier tenderness. “I get anxious. It gets so much harder to read when I’m that worked up, and I can barely focus once I start forgetting answers...I know it’s just a test. I guess...That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” You sigh shrug off your own explanation.

📕🖊 “Nope. Not dumb at all. Sounds like test anxiety to me. I struggled with that in high school . I didn’t know you were a slow reader, Teddy.” Baku says pulling your hand before you can dig your nails into it. “Yea. One of my professors thinks I have dyslexia and ADHD...but I’m not stupid sooo.” You hum rocking on your heels “That is not what either of those words mean, and I know you know that, L/n.” Bakugou growls he absolutely hates when you or Kirishima talk down on yourselves. “Yea but it feels like it though.” You sigh biting your lips

📕🖊 Before Baku can say a word, Kiri swings the door open. “Babes! Have you two hotties missed me?” The red head shouts coming through the door way smiling until he sees your puffy eyes and tense posture. “Bakugou Katsuki, I know you fucking didn’t?!!” Kiri questions suspiciously leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder and wrapping a protective hold around your waist.

📕🖊 “The Absolute fuc-” Baku’s defensive rant is cut short as you kiss the hand holding yours to quiet him as you answer Kiri “No Eiji, he didn’t. I’m flunking like half my classes.” You huff meeting his eyes with quivering lips trying your best not to cry all over again

📕🖊 Kiri is stunted into complete silence. The only thing he can think to say is an apology to his boyfriend for jumping to conclusions. Last time he checked your GPA’s a lot more impressive that his. “How the fuck is that even possible? You transferred into the honor courses.” Kiri says completely baffled moving to where he could see your face.

📕🖊 You explain to your boyfriends all the things that have been tripping you up and confusing you. You detail how hard studying has been as far as staying focused and actually understanding lengthy test questions

📕🖊 Kiri has a million questions at first but stops half way through after Baku grabs your overnight bag and leads you out the door. “You’re gonna freak her out all over again, Shitty Hair, if you keep going at her like that.” He could tell you were getting overwhelmed, and might cry again “My bad, Pebs.” Kiri says kissing your cheek as he follows behind

📕🖊 Once you get back to their apartment and Baku askes for your help making dinner. He has you read the directions and ingredients to him. You stumble through most of it, but that doesn’t stop him from praising you as soon as you finish. He has since learned you and Kiri do best when told how well you’re doing vs his typical shouting method

📕🖊 The three of you set an assessment time with the Student Disability Services on campus that doesn’t conflict with the Boys’ schedules, because they insisted that they’d both be there to support their baby and wouldn’t take your bullshit excuses for an actual reason to miss it

📕🖊 Kiri helps you make flash cards for your next test. If he remembers nothing else from Baku’s tutoring sessions the importance of repetition is drilled into him...among other things. Each time you ask him how that went he’ll just shudder. “It was the most intensely terrifying experience of my high school career, and we fought villains pretty regularly.” Kiri deadpans before grinning like the Cheshire Cat and covering his head. “You’re full of fucking shit, Shark Week! I’m the best tutor you assholes could hope for.” Baku yells pushing Kiri’s face into his pages of notes.

📕🖊 The night before your disability assessment you find yourself tossing and turning at like 4:45 in the morning. Kiri repositions pinning you in place so you face Baku’s back. You trace soft shapes into him just before he flips meeting your eyes. “Lil early isn’t it, Babygirl?” He whispers brushing away a few stray box braids covering your face. You don’t bother answering and instead offer him your palm and he takes it without hesitation interlocking your fingers with his. “Nervous?” He hums when he feels the steady trembling of your hand.

📕🖊 “Katsuki, what if there’s nothing wrong with me? What if it’s just me? What if I’m just...” you trail off not sure if you want him to hear how much this subject shakes your confidence. Bakugou moves close enough for your foreheads to touch. “If you’re just not smart? Not even possible. Whatever it is me and Kiri will help you go beyond. I know this is scary, but every first usually is.” Bakugou smiles softly

📕🖊 “Bbbbbuuut maybe I’m just du-” You attempt to argue until a sharp nip on the side of your neck where Kiri was peacefully nuzzled quiets you. “Nope. Not a chance. Pebble, don’t talk shit about my girlfriend again.” He mumbles in a gravelly half sleep voice. He settles again and snakes an arm around hips as he tugs Baku into you with the other. You open mouth your more to defend yourself but KatSuki just bops your nose as he closes his eyes, “You heard, the sexy ass red mountain. You’re fucking smart. Go back to sleep, Kay?”

📕🖊 “Kay.” You sigh digging your face into the crook of Baku’s neck. You lay there out argued but feeling overwhelming loved, so you chose to let them win the debate. The boys hardly agree on most things so they were totally probably right about this one anyways.

📕🖊 You are on a very very short list of people who Bakugou Katsuki repeats himself for. Like boy lets you “huh?” the fuck out of him. He will often cup your face or hold your hands if he needs tell you something important b/c he understands you’re a tactical learner

📕🖊 Best believe that all your future successes in classes big and small will be celebrated you getting taken out for icecream and if it’s a graded paper they’ll put on the fridge like you’re in grade school. You find it a little embarrassing but it really makes you feel like you’re making progress

📕🖊 Kiri brings your favorite snacks for study sessions so he can reward you for right answers and staying on task. You call it “childish” at first until he shrugs “Oh my bad we can try something els-” about to put them away. “Noooooo no those are my favorites.” You nearly jump over the table. Kiri has a shit eating grin the rest of the study session

📕🖊 When giving directions from the passenger seat both Kiri and Baku typically do a good job of remembering you need them to point left and right

📕🖊 If you’ve had long day in tutoring and homework and you guys are watching anime Bakugou will read the subs to you. Sometimes if he’s in a particularly good mood he might even imitate a voice or two

📕🖊 Kiri would politely let you ramble about one of your niche interests and will help you get back to your point when you get lost in a tangent

📕🖊 Don’t let these two hear you call yourself “dumb” or “stupid” Kiri will just act like he can’t comprehend what you’re saying like deadass “Pebs, speak English please. Nope not catching that, Babygirl. Did you say you were a smarticle particle? An intelligent ass motherfucker?! Oh, of course you are!” While Baku is more like “Sorry what was that? I thought I heard a very accomplished and creative thinking ass bitch say something? A incredibly capable ass bitch say something?A smart ass bitch say something?” Your only response is yes and then you get a forehead kiss

[phoenix-manga]

RSA Meets the Pokémon:

It was during the VDC where a few RSA students who have heard rumors about a young beast tamer that was accepted in Night Raven College. Who is this person and how capable are they with their mysterious beasts?

Neige + Appletun

“What an odd-looking turtle, but it’s so pudgy and friendly! You must belong to that mysterious student, I bet your owner is as nice as you“

Neige was with Toby and Timmy while the other dwarves were checking out different booths. They have heard from rumors that NRC has a peculiar student, one who can summon strange creatures with magical powers. From the way the rumors made the person to be, it was almost like they were setting the image of some tyrannical beast master. Neige thinks of it like a princess from fairytales, someone who is good with animals like he is.

He wants to know what they look like and if they’re nice enough, maybe they can show him their creatures. Neige is in awe by the Pokémon he spots along the way, so are Toby and Timmy! The Pokémon were helping around the culture festival and some were in petting zoos for the entertainment of visitors.

Neige spots a rather curious-looking animal. It looked like it had an apple pie for a shell and was rather slow in moving from one place to another. He couldn’t help but feel excited and approached the petting zoo where it was.

Toby points out a cardboard sign that had each creature’s name and dex entry. He thought Appletun was a cute and fitting name, there was plenty of time to play in the pen for a while so the three paid for a ticket and entered the pen. There were other Pokémon who came up to them but Neige wanted to see the Appletun the most. He goes up to the grass-dragon Pokémon and the cute lil guy greets him in a happy grunt.

Toby and Timmy were a few feet away, playing with a Comfey and Ribombee. Appletun was getting scritches from Neige and it was enjoying every moment of it. Neige likes how Appletun tries its best to run up to him but is so slow it just bounces adorably.

When their time was up, he feels a bit sad that he now has to leave Appletun. He definitely won’t forget the sweet little thing.

Che’nya + Vileplume

“What a peculiar flower you are~ Mew want to go play a prank on some students? It’ll be Meow-velous”

Che’nya spotted Vileplume in the attraction, acting as a potted plant waiting to scare any passerby. He observed for a few moments but he giggled how students got startled when it jumped out of the pot. He immediately went to go and greet the Pokémon who was stunned by how he wasn’t startled at first but sensing the prankster personality in his grin, it grinned back at him.

They went throughout the festival to play fun pranks on a lot of students. Riddle and Trey are their prime suspects, they figured out who it was later after a few more pranks of their sweets disappearing and someone poking them but turning around to see nothing there.

He has half a mind to just snatch Vileplume and make an excuse to Ambrose that he bought a large rafflesia flower, but Phoebe caught onto that hijinks and yells at him to drop her Pokémon.

[liitlesunshiine]

High on the clock

Quirkless AU - Toya Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, drug use, anxiety, panic attack mention, suggestive themes, slight sexual themes 

A fun light hearted fic. Definitely enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. ^.^ It’s flirty n cute n Toya is a total bae. <3 

You and Toya are coworkers who try making the most out of your shitty job. 

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“Goddd this place fuckin blows.” You groaned in frustration sitting across Toya. 

“As if I didn’t know that already,” he sleeplishly replied. 

You never intended on working in this shit show of a store for as long as you have but yet, here you were two wasted years later. You had high hopes after graduation but it seems no job wants to hire someone with no experience and you can’t get any experience since you can’t get an actual job that’ll provide it. So it’s forced you in this sort of awkward limbo and vicious cycle of going back and forth. You’ve been stuck wearing this shitty bright uniform with a barely livable wage and terrible hours. Miserable every second of the day, with the constant guilt eating at you for being so complacent. 

Of course there were a few exceptions.

Of course… Like the highly attractive coworker you spent most of your time here with. Days spent with Toya were significantly better than the days spent without Toya. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as you had here. Because man, when days were good they were ok, but when the days were bad, they were really fucking bad.  Some in which you were ready to burn down everyone and everything yet the sweet, hot, god-like Toya would make you melt with his cute quirky smile and meet your eyes with his own that you would absolutely drown in and next thing you know, you had completely forgotten about what you were upset over. Now, it’s just a bonus that he meets your sarcasm with his own, the both of you have always had this flirty like atmosphere that neither of you are willing to acknowledge but low key kinda know there’s an underlying sexual tension there. It was strange how well you both got along, the average onlooker would assume nothing more than a simple boyfriend and girlfriend relationship but it was really just mutual likability and connection between the two of you. Days with Toya were simply good days. And you were absolutely grateful for someone like him because god knows how terrible it’d really be here without him.

“Why don’t we make this night a bit memorable,” Toya who was right next to you behind the counter, gives you a side wink and unzips the company jacket to reveal a small ziplock within the pocket. Andddddd long behold it’s weed! You chuckle to yourself, never getting tired of Toya’s shenanigans. Very much appreciated as he’s best form of entertainment here. 

“Toya we almost got caught last time, you really wanna risk it again?” Your words ran on deaf ears as he was already rolling up the blunt underneath the counter, “what’s the worst they can do? Fire us?” You stopped for a second and nodded, well he wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was the push you needed to finally leave this shit hole. “You got a point, let’s do it quick before someone comes in.” 

While this is a 24 hour convenience store, usually pass 1am, rarely anyone is inside. So you suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. Plus with Toya your bound to have a good time, who are you to deny him. You trusted in him enough to get away with his bs. 

“Pass the lighter doll,” you fished for the lighter that was nicely decorated with little blue flames over in your small book bag and passed it to him. He holds the blunt between his two hands and you duck underneath the counter with him. “Ladies first,” he cockily said, you lean forward and placed your mouth on the blunt while he held it for you. He always did this and it always felt oddly intimate to you. Couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest taking over when his glass like eyes gazed over you. They always made you curious and somehow hungry for knowledge of his life. You’ve never knew someone so well yet know nothing of them, but that’s always been enigma of Touya. You exhaled closing your eyes, attempting to calm your nerves. “You know the only time I ever smoke is on the job with you.” He smirked bringing the blunt to his own lips, “guess I’m a bad influence then.” 

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Everyone needs a lil spice in their life, no?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and led the blunt back to your lips again, he stared quietly at you. Which oddly made you tense up. “Don’t look at me like that,” you smiled. 

“Like what?” He smiled. 

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world that you can’t live without.” Now you both laughed. This was the usual routine with Toya; cracking jokes and talking shit for a bit and simply enjoying each other’s company while the store was empty. He finally broke the trance you were in when he spoke up. 

“You know, having my father kick me out of the house wasn’t so bad after all,” Toya leaned in. 

You looked at him with a puzzled look, he never brings up his father. Whenever the conversation appeared it was quickly diverted elsewhere. You didn’t want to poke or intrude but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but want to continue the conversation. “Yea? Why is that?” You wondered. His father, from what you’ve been able to gather with the little bits Toya has mentioned here and there, was that supposedly his father is some CEO to a multi million dollar company. Odd considering the likes to where Toya ended up but you concluded that they must’ve ended in bad terms. You understood how cruel and selfish parents can be and didn’t need further explanation on that part. Easy to assume considering how poorly and little he speaks of him. He shut your ideas off with his simple response. 

“I wouldn’t be smoking a blunt with the world’s most beautiful girl under this shitty counter, if it weren’t for it.” Ha, that definitely caught you off guard, causing a light blush to form across your face. Even with a seeming sensitive topic he still manages to tease you. He’s got that cheeky smile plastered all over, “Got you choked up doll?” You rolled your eyes. You were about to tell him off before the door rang indicating that someone has entered the store. You snapped out of the haze and immediately got up to quickly realize that the person who entered was one of the regional managers, oh fuck. You nearly froze in fear and kicked Toya under the counter. “Ow the fuck was that for?” He looked at you while soothing the kick you just gave him but upon looking at your panicked expression and frenzied body, he quickly crushed the blunt and shoved it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He didn’t need to be told or explained which you greatly appreciated at the moment. Toya was always able to read the room, bless his soul. He clumsily got back up to which you had fixed his crooked hat and whispered into his ear to tuck his shirt in while covering him slightly to do so.

“Hi-ya hello, good afternoon, I mean good evening sir.” You embarrassedly stumbled over your words to which Toya snickered at. You kicked him again harder this time as discreetly as you could. On the verge of a panic attack. He gripped tightly at the counter, smiling at the man in front of you both. Hissing silently at the pain your kick caused him. He gave you a quick side eye nodding his head in disapproval. Which somehow made you feel drastically worse. 

“Good evening to you both, I’m sure you know who I am.” 

You responded a bit too hastily looking like a rabid chihuahua. “Yes! Yea. Of course we do, how are you? What brings you in at this time? It’s so late.” You manage to say within 2.0 seconds, the automatic robotic customer service attitude overtaking your body. Well- at least trying to considering you just had a 30-minute smoke sesh under the counter and your mind is  desperately trying to sober up. Honestly, what the fuck was he doing here at this time? This has never happened and I mean out of all the hours of the day. Oh yea, you’re definitely getting fucked, the smell of weed was so pungent, it was literally embarrassing how bad the situation looks. You wanted to cry. Toya’s eyes were stained red and you only assumed yours look worse. 

“Gotten a few complaints about this store recently. Wanted to come in and take a look.” You began to get a cold sweat, oh shit he knows, he definitely knows. You had words lodged in your throat that couldn’t come out. What could you say? What can you say? You’re in the wrong here. Everyone knows that smoking weed with your cool and kinda hot coworker under the counter is definitely not ok. Maybe even illegal, oh god what if this gets on your record. You’ll definitely not be able to get a professional job, then you’ll really get stuck working a even shitter job than this. Oh good oh god oh my god. 

As if sensing the absolute panic and anxiety off of you, Toya gently caressed your arm motioning you to relax and to stay silent. You recognized the wave that washed over him and instantly knew he’d handle the situation, he always does. And if you could die in his arms right now, you’d accept your fate happily. Toya was an interesting man oh right, you always believed he held such potential to do great things and even change the world. It doesn’t make sense really considering you both work at a basic job but you had come to secretly admire the guy. You’d would tell him too, how you believed in him, how you had so much confidence for him to become something great but he would always shut it down and brush it off like it was nothing.  It was as if he didn’t think he was good enough. It always bugged you that he thought so little of himself, but seeing him now causally and confidently bullshit the regional manager out of your current situation just simply reminded you of how special he was to you. Definitely got your pussy wet and made you eternally grateful too.

Toya was standing in front of the counter, making hand gestures while the manager just stared analyzing his words. You were completely z0ned out, only able to get parts of the conversation. 

“We’ve been having this customer appear at the store over and over again around this time of night harassing me and Y/N. We’ve considered calling the cops since he’s always high off his mind, we’ve caught him smoking in the bathroom on multiple occasions too. He was in here about 15 minutes ago and we haven’t been able to get rid of the smell.” 

Ah the beautiful lies that slipped through Toya’s lips sounded like a symphony. It was nothing short of comedic and yet so fucking Oscar-worthy. You could definitely pay this man to tell you lies he with how effortlessly convincing he was. You couldn’t even care to listen to what the manager was responding with, but on his way out he waved at you wishing you a goodnight and you sighed out with relief. 

Toya turns to you clasping his hands together “well there’s gonna be a security guard here for the next two weeks.” You laughed “I guess that’s better than getting fired huh.” 

“I’m not sure about that,” he chuckled. “I texted Shigs to come and take over the rest of our shift.” 

You looked at him confused, “how come? Either way, do you think he’ll be ok alone here?”

Toya slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back to you “yea he doesn’t give a fuck. Besides you look pale fucking white, guess this guy sobered your ass up real quick.” 

You attempted to glare angrily at him but it came off as a soft puppy look. You had no energy nor the strength to pretend. It feels like you just got whiplash from the rollercoaster you were on. Figured it was no use in lying considering you looked like you just went through it. “Yea, I still feel high as shit, I just wanna go home already, only thing this guy gave me was a fat fucking headache.” 

He ruffled the top of your head, “awe poor baby,” he said in a teasing tone, he inched up right beside you, “I got something that can help with that.” You jokingly pushed him off you, tying to ignore the warm feeling pooling under your stomach. Your mind was definitely thinking something dirty with a million miles per second and with how he handled today’s situation you’d be more than willing to give him whatever he pleased, but you pretended to cast aside those intrusive thoughts and act unfazed. “Shit don’t tell me you got Advil on you too?” 

He chuckled lightly nodding is head down, “got something even better doll.” He scoots up next to you and grabs a bottle of excedrin underneath the counter, passing it to you. You excitedly open it taking two pills out “oh my god I didn’t know we had some underneath here, yes thank you. You're definitely my hero today Toya.” As if y’all didn’t work in a convenience store that had if not all types of medicines. It was the effort that made it special though, it’s what brought that bright goofy smile of yours to light.  

You weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks while you swallowed the two pills. “Yea I remember you telling me you get headaches n shit and I know this medicine helps with it.” He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He never really handles compliments well but you tippy toed over to him and wrapped your arms softly around his neck. “I appreciate it Toya, that was really thoughtful. Thank you.” 

If you didn’t see his previous blush you definitely noticed this one, which in turn lead you to blush. But you couldn’t miss this opportunity- “AWE is lil Toya blushing. So cute brings me back to my middle school days.” That caused a loud laugh to come out of you both. “Shut it.” he quickly and quietly said. 

“Am I interrupting something.” You and Toya quickly untangled from each other trying to play off the slight tension in the air. 

“Errrr um.. Hey Shiggy, thanks for uh coming in.” You awkwardly stumbled, you never really got along with him so there was always this weird loud silence between the both of you. He already seemed to be annoyed, per usual.  The sloppy blue hair all tangled looking greasy and his patchy skin looking irritated and flaky as usual. He definitely was not amused or happy to be here. Well when was her ever. You’ve yet to seen the man smile. 

“Whatever.” He takes a sip from his metal bottle and walks over to the counter. 

“Shiggy you the man, thanks for pulling up bud.” Toya pats him in the back and Shigaraki shuttered. “Don’t touch me,” he flatly said. He glared at you both. 

“You guys can go leave and fuck now.” The words caught you instantly by surprise and you got completely red. “That’s not what were gonn- ugh whatever like it matters.” With that, you and Toya clock out and leave the store with Shigaraki sending daggers at your back.

“He’s always acting like such a bitch.” You annoyingly complained. 

Toya puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him “he ain’t so bad when you get to know him.” 

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t really care. You were more relieved to have finally left. He can rot in the store by himself for all you care. Not you or Toga would miss him. 

“So,” Toya glided with his words, itching you closer to him. He was leading the way in this position with you happily following. Not knowing the destination but feeling completely at peace with his form completely snug at your side. You comfortably wrapped your arm around his waist and gently placed your head in the crook of his neck. This was nice you thought, you and Toya were always this intimate when alone. No hesitation or awkwardness, just simply holding hands and sharing body heat as friends with the underlying passion waiting to burst and to be acknowledged. But nothing ever felt rushed, not with Toya. You stared at him from this angle, taking in his beautiful effortless features. His lashes looked so long as you stared in slight jealousy, his hair a perfect black mess with hidden red roots if you stared long enough, and his eyes. Man, you could write poems and sing songs with how the eyes stirred up some emotion you can't quite pin down. Always causing an eruption of feelings you can barely control. 

You felt the warmth from his breath when he spoke, “wanna go to back to my place and finish that blunt? Would love nothing more than to see the world’s most beautiful girl on my bed.” 

You blushed and nodded looking at those piercing blue eyes once again “well, when you look at me like that I guess I can’t say no.” 

Maybe this time you would finally show Toya just how special he really is to you.